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cuntycheol · 9 months

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To You (C.SC)

Summary: Silence has always been a long-term paying guest between you and your husband. It took a cohabitation and more, to turn things around for Seungcheol and you, to figure out your true feelings.

Themes: romance, fluff, smutty, old money Seungcheol cuz he's your rich, cold but tender husband and you're his smart wifey, scenes of a firebreakout(please skip if you're triggered), some nice scenes of Singapore, and the first smut happens already (virgin!couple, slight inexperiences, orals, vanilla!) Cheol's very warm please I love him so much we'll save the real Cheol monstercock for the future ;3

WC: 7.7K (sowwy)

Playlist: Seventeen's (To You, All My Love, Falling for You SDSMSN, Darling), By My Side by Junny, Better Siopaolo , Alina Baraz (Floating, Alone with you, if you let me) I.M Flower-ed, Bibi Step

feel free to arrange them sowwy they're a lil mis arranged

A/N: helloo carats!! Had to make my first post about my man Cheol(thank u to my man) with the good ol' husband!au. It's evident im in my "oh husband cheol feelings" where we loving him real good! I've been impatient so I posted it a bit earlier than expected :D my comfort loving carats, this is based off All My Love and To You lyrics <3 I hope you enjoy this piece of writing as much as I enjoyed writing this! Happy Cheol Day you living legend coupranghae btches :")

Updated: mini sequel here <3

Life was divided into four distinct categories, after one whole month of your brand new status as Mrs. Choi, or Mr. Choi Seungcheol's wife:

Breakfasts with and for Seungcheol because he confessed he anticipates what you offer in the am

Touring the exquisite royalty of the mansion built by his great grandparents(specially the crimson paints)

Spending time with Seungcheol's Mom since she adores you more than her son!

Dinner n Slumber, where you sleep with a wall that separates you from your husband.

You don't exactly think it'd change; however you do expect it to. Everyday, you wake up in your own room, without the warmth of your husband because neither of you are exactly ready to sleep on the same bed together, and neither of you can sacrifice your comfort on the couch. Therefore a shared decision convinces your elders to grant your marriage the gift of time, a chance to understand one another before embracing a shared room and shared life. All credit to Seungcheol's mom, who chose you to be her son's perfect match, a decade ago. She envisioned you as the one to be her son's beacon of illumination in his life, and the way your personality coincides with his. Who knew you'd be repaid for your kindness of tagging along with your grandfather to meet his ailing friend, (Seungcheol's grandfather) with a coerced, arranged marriage to their youngest grandson. It was on you to navigate this relationship towards love and the more easier it sounds, the harder it gets.

Your husband's honesty shines through, expressing that his family holds the utmost importance in his heart, and he could never deny his mother's wishes. Although he initially declined the marriage proposal, the elders' persuasion led him to reluctantly agree. Absolute zero differences in both of your situations. Despite the arranged marriage, he promises to ensure your comfort and well-being. Polite knocks on your door in the morning signify his presence, seeking breakfast if you're up for the task, and he would either leave a note saying "ThankYou" or he would leave a fresh flower on the dining table as a small gesture of appreciation for your efforts in preparing breakfast, letting your pride swell with all this generosity, although you'd wish he says it with his own mouth, overcoming those barriers. Considerate compliments follow whether you're dressed in your best, try some new hairstyles, or ofcourse, after enjoying your delightful meals, was one thing that made you hopeful about this relationship.

It's evident he lacks communication, since he only speaks to you at mornings and occasionally on texts, whenever he's late. He possesses no punctuality but you're quick to realize he has a pattern in timings of when he wakes up, when he returns, when he sleeps. Throughout the day, you don't exactly see him. At nights you barely sit with him. He's either in his room or on his laptop. Nothing, among you two, seems like you're in a bond with the youngest heir of this luxurious business.

"Don't forget, the dinner's scheduled tonight" you chime, while he was leaving. He nods and drives his way out for another busy day.

Marrying a business tycoon of "old money" and serving him great breakfasts, were the last thing you expected in your simple life, where you were focused on academic and personal glowups, and rarely had any serious past relationships, or have slept with anyone.

You just believed better things await for you, and if those better things were in the shape of a young handsome husband, who were you to complain.

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"So! Have you decided a honeymoon destination?" Seungcheol's sister-in-law questions, at a calm family dinner. Seungcheol takes a sip from the drink, "I'm positively considering Greece or Bali, or maybe Fiji. We haven't played rock papers scissors yet to choose one destination" earning a small chuckle from everyone, Seungcheol continues to feast on the delicious dinner you had prepared. A variety of topics continue to be discussed and that was the only response Seungcheol ever said throughout dinner.

While the family members took their departure, after another hour of dessert sessions, you thought about his remark, if there's any depth to it. The honeymoon idea and what he has said so far, made you a bit ecstatic.

Seungcheol's seated on the couch, of the lounge upstairs, sipping his usual coffee. you lean towards the railings of the top floor, where yours and Seungcheol's bedrooms neighbored. He looks at you, with tender eyes, yet a cold expression. "So, about the whole honeymoon thing, are you-"

"Oh "don't worry about it," Seungcheol's dismissively remarks, taking another sip of his coffee. "Family dinners are meant for prying into things we wouldn't discuss on a typical morning," he explains. "And Honestly, I don't see the need for a honeymoon." Your heart sinks at his response, disappointment clouding your expression. "But I thought we could at least look at brochures together? Atleast discuss this thoroughly" you respond, trying to mask your disappointment with a glimmer of hope that he might consider it.

Seungcheol lets out a weary sigh, his tone becoming more serious. "You don't have to give in to everything my family demands. They can be nosy, but they'll eventually drop the topic after a few days." He glances down at his laptop, signaling that the matter is closed.

You can't help but feel a pang of hurt as Seungcheol's words crush your hopeful expectations. The thought of a romantic getaway had brought some solace, but now it seems like a distant dream.

"But Seungcheol," you protest softly, trying to keep your emotions without losing your temper, "it's just that a honeymoon could be a chance for us to spend some quality time together, away from only meeting on breakfasts, away from the hustle of daily life, away from being silent everyday, and both of us make an effort, to get to know each other better" He glances up from his laptop, his expression stoic, but you can sense a hint of frustration in his eyes. "I understand your perspective," he replies calmly, "but I'm not sure a honeymoon is the right way to achieve that. We can spend time together here, without the pressure of a fancy trip. We're not close enough nor we're a match to be doing this in the first place"

at this moment, you find yourself getting defensive...

"It's not about a fancy trip, Seungcheol. It's about creating memories, experiencing new things together, and building a connection outside of this huge mansion... where we live in distant bedrooms" you gesture around you, emphasizing the splendor of the place that seems to distance you both from the real world.

His eyes widen momentarily at your words, and you see a flash of emotion that he quickly hides. "It's not that," he retorts yet defensively, "I just think this honeymoon is an unnecessary pressure, and we should be honest about our feelings and not pretend."

You take a step back, hurt and anger welling up inside you. "So, all this time, we were just a pretense? You're quite audacious to say we're incompatible, considering the amount of time you spend with me. Count the days we ever went out? That's right. Zero" you scoff, "you know what, let's just forget this. Forget I ever asked you anything. Thankyou, for lightening my evening, Good Night" Before he could utter a response or rephrase everything, you stomp your way into your bedroom, hiding your face in your palms, feeling a bit guilty of losing your cool already when it hadn't been a while.

Seungcheol stood there, a mix of regret and realization washing over him. He knew he had made a mistake, once again, with his poorly chosen words to convey his thoughts. The truth was, he had never really learned how to express himself properly; heck he couldn't even say a proper "you're so pretty, I think I have started to find some meaning into this relationship?" to the woman he's been living with, in the same house. Unfortunately words often tumbled out of his mouth without a second thought, and he rarely considered how they might sound or how they could impact the other person. As a result, he found himself remaining silent at critical moments, fearing that his words might only cause more harm than good.

The argument with you had brought this flaw to the forefront of his mind. He recognized that his lack of effective communication had hurt you, leaving you disappointed and disheartened. He raises his fist to knock at your door, wishing he could take back his words and find a way to bridge the growing distance between the two of you, yet again, he retreats.

The same gesture was for you standing in front of your door, trying to atleast add a subtle apology, but an instant realization made you stomp your foot dramatically and jump into the warm bed.

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The next day, you refuse to make any breakfast, or contribute to the daily household activities like you usually do. You sulk in your room, either pacing back and forth, ordering your meal,coffee and everything upstairs.

It angered you how much you like Seungcheol. How deep of an infatuation you've developed towards him, in such a short time, finding glimpses of someone beneath the surface that you want to know better. Yet, the argument hangs heavy in the air, making you doubt whether your budding emotions stand a chance. You journal everything; how much of an asshole he is to not communicate properly, how many layers are there to him, and the only time you two talk, is for an arguement? Everything frustrated you. You hear Seungcheol in the distant, and as much as you were cross with him, you want to look at him, and admire his presence. Although its the first ever arguement you two share, the typical wife in you, expects flowers and apologies first from your husband.

Seungcheol, on the other hand, would often glance upstairs, or at your door. He would expect to see your charming face, he silently admires. Only to slump his shoulders and leave for work everyday.

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Two days pass by, and midnights strike, as you sit alone in your room, the argument with Seungcheol still fresh in your mind, you try to calm your emotions, occassionally collecting your thoughts in process of reading. Lost in your contemplation, you fail to notice the faint smell of burning wires in the air. The faulty switch connected to the lamp had been giving you trouble for a while, but you hadn't paid much attention to it, thinking it was a minor inconvenience, and indeed the most minor issues ignite major disasters.

Suddenly, a small spark ignites near the switch, and within seconds, the flames start to spread rapidly. Second situation of the night escalating this quick. Panic sets in as you realize the danger you're in.

Your heart races as you rush to the door, only to find that it's jammed, likely due to the fire's heat warping the frame. Fear grips you, knowing you're trapped. With no time to waste, you quickly grab your phone and dial the emergency number. Your voice trembles as you explain the situation and your exact location in the house. You yell out Seungcheol's name, as loud as possible, but unable to do so with the smoke rising.

Soon it starts to fill the room, making it hard to breathe. You look around for something to cover your mouth and nose, finding a nearby cloth to protect yourself as you wait for help to arrive. With all your remaining strength, you fan the rising smoke outside the door, to trigger the smoke alarms.

Seungcheol, who was now downstairs fetching a glass of wine trying to prompt an apology for the day he gathers his courage to, smells the smoke and hears the faint crackling of flames; soon he's shaken by the fire alarms sensing smoke. Panic overtakes him as he realizes this leads to your room. As he rushes upstairs, he hears faint bangings from your room, which stops. He calls out your name, but there's no response. Fear for your safety drives him to take action.

Seungcheol approaches the door, with all his force, he breaks it open. only to find the room engulfed in flames. Your figure is barely visible through the dense smoke. He rushes towards your feeble helpless frame, ignoring the scorching heat and billowing smoke. He finds you near window, trying to escape the inferno. With tears in his eyes, he wraps you in his arms and guides you towards the window, with the flames slowly engulfing the entrance door of your room.

In a span of a few minutes, sirens grows louder, and moments later, paramedics and fire brigades arrive, rushing to extinguish the flames and rescue both of you. They break through the main gates, helping you and Seungcheol escape to safety.

"Please check on her! She was unconcious and barely breathing I'm -I Plea-" Seungcheol fails to form a proper sentence.

"Please calm down sir, we're checking on her, and we'll assisst you. You are...?"

"Her husband! Please hurry and check on her god damnit!!" He yells in frustration hoping you're safe.

Soon, you were able to breathe on your own, and slowly you flutter your eyes open, chest heaving from the sudden attack of the horrific accident. Before it could escalate any further, you were given appropriate medications to trigger your drowsiness.

In the aftermath tranquility of this burning situation, Seungcheol stand outside, watching as firefighters work tirelessly to put out the remaining flames. Grateful to have survived the terrifying ordeal, he holds onto your numb hands, finaly letting his tears slip his eyes. He was so grateful to stop a major tragedy, and you're safe, with him.

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The morning sunlight gently seeps through the curtains as you feel it, only to be met with haunting flashbacks of the previous night's terrifying fire, your hopeless voice calling your husband's name, beneath your vision. You shot your eyes open and sit up, heart pounding in your chest as the vivid memories replay in your mind, leaving you trembling with fear. Tears stream down your cheeks as the trauma overwhelms you, and you find it hard to catch your breath.

Seungcheol's immediately awaken by your distress, pulling you into his arms. " I'm here y/n calm down shush..." he whispers tenderly, stroking your head, trying to comfort your trembling body as best as he can. He embraces you tightly in his arms, allowing you to cry and release the floodgates of emotions open from the harrowing experience.

He listens to your trembling sobs, his heartbeats a steady rhythm against your ear, and he continues to stroke your arms and back, comforting you through the turmoil. As you find consolation in his warmth, your clenched fists loosen their grip on the fabric of his shirt, his touch brings a sense of safety and reassurance that you desperately need in this moment. You look at him through your red eyes, as he smiles at you endearingly.

"Seungcheol- I...I'm so sorry" you sniff, gripping his hand, "I never knew that faulty switch would bring this huge mess upon us. You must be the one affected the most. I'm so sorry you had to go through this because of me. I should've let you known" you sob.

He gently wipes your tears, resting your head back on his shoulders "as long as you're safe, I'm at peace. It is my fault that I'm so...uh..quite unapproachable? But I went through hell when I saw you. I was sick worried. I'm sorry I should've protected you better. I should've run a new repair scheme as soon as you moved in. It was my insensitivity to let the most minor things slide" he slowly lies down, with you close to him. He smelled nothing like how the entire house did. He smelled sweet and strong. Everything indeed happens for a reason, as you sense how you're into the man, who rarely touches you, holding you dear.

Throughout the day, your husband Seungcheol stayed by your side, enveloping you in comforting embraces. He ordered breakfast to be delivered to his room, encouraging you to take small steps towards regaining your strength and energy to get on your feet. He offered the support you needed to gather the courage to move on your own and freshen up with a soothing shower.

While you were in the shower, he quietly left the room, allowing you some privacy to release the pent-up emotions that had been bottled up inside you. As the water washed away your tears, the conversations from two nights ago still loomed heavily, unresolved between you both. Yet, amidst the silence and uncertainty, there were his tender gazes - soft and caring. They were like ice on a sunburn, cooling your worries and offering a glimpse of hope. Though words may not have been spoken, his presence spoke volumes, showing that he was there for you in this trying time. You peer outside the window, to see the iron gates glistening with the fog, pitch black sky and the time's almost 11.

Once again, your husband returns into his room, after confirming you've changed, and he smiles at you, approaching with a plate of fruits and berries of all kinds. He was unsure of what your favorite fruit was. He felt unfortunate, of how unaware he is of your preferences. He hands you a bowl of strawberries, and elegantly peels an orange, handing the fruit to you.

"I'm sorry about the previous night" he begins. It catches you off-guard, yet you figure out you're the listener now. "I'm not the best with words, and I do realize I've hurt you-or even worse, left you disheartened. Yet again, I'm at a loss of what should I say, except that let's go on with the honeymoon plans. It may not be the best time right now, but whenever you're sure of doing this, tell me every detail about it; everything you desire for. We'll discuss it." he lifts his eyes towards you, with a subtle smile.

"I thought about everything, and upon contemplation, I realize I do want to give us a chance" you couldn't contain the bubbling happiness, and immediately hug him "thankyou so so so much Seungcheol. I'm glad you get my point" he was frozen at this sudden gesture, yet didn't fail to chuckle. Although he smiled discreetly knowing how wife-coded you are. "Let's begin as friends? Married friends? We'll know each other little by little" you suggest. "Sure, whatever you suggest" he smiles, shaking your hand.

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Amidst the haunting shadows of the accident's aftermath, and quite some insomnias later, time became your ally, gently coaxing you out of the horrors that had shaken your world. However you found an unexpected haven of love and affection with your husband. In your head, this friendship has escalated rapidly. A realization dawned upon you - the past may have shaped your paths, but the present had the power to rewrite destinies. Over time you had found solace in cohabitation with your husband, late-night conversations about life's intricacies, you delved into shared preferences, whispered dreams, cherished birthdays, and bittersweet memories of childhood. And everyday you discover new sides of him. Soon, you call him "husband" essentially finding pride and power in doing so. He was surprised at first, yet now he loves being called nicknames like "Cheol" or "Cheollie".

In Seungcheol, you found everything you admired in a man - daring, possessive, with a stunning face and a strong physique. He loved to be in shape, and encouraged you to stay fit, though romance wasn't his forte, he never faltered in taking care of necessities. While you weren't sure if you brightened his world, he became your epiphany. His struggles with eye contact and occasional mindless words unveiled the emotions he guarded, making you grateful for the accident that brought you together; without it, you might have given up on him. Now, you cherished the connection that had grown, exploring the depths of both your hearts.

Seungcheol realized soon that the collision of your worlds had a purpose, unveiling the potential for love and connection he hadn't dared to imagine. He slowly felt a major change in himself. Slowly, a transformation took place within him. Moments that were once filled with hesitation and distance, now became opportunities for seeking your attention, for his eyes to meet yours. He longed to be closer to you, finding comfort in watching you sleep peacefully at night and waking up to your smile each morning.

However, amidst this newfound affection, he couldn't decipher where his heart truly lay. Your mother's loving gestures and his sister-in-law's respectful fondness were easy to understand, but when it came to your feelings, he was left uncertain. Did you like him back? Would you ever be able to reciprocate his love? The questions lingered, leaving him vulnerable to the unknown, anxiously awaiting the day he could unravel the mysteries of your heart. It's an endless marathon in his mind.

It took him 4 days to gather his courage and ask you for coffee. You laugh and obviously agreed to accompany him to the city's famous coffee spot. Like the man he was, he memorizes your order and pulls into a drive thru.

Seungcheol drives to a spot he usually stops by, to ease his frustrations; Parks. Laughter of children, romantic couples sharing pda, and a bridge that separates cherry blossoms from the playground, you're immediately in love with this scenario. Both of you share some laughter, and enjoy your coffees and croissants, while the petals of the blossoms shed upon you. The look of love you two exchanged was long; to leave your coffees cold and croissants dry. Both of your worlds revolved around each other, only for Kkuma's barks to bring you back in reality, being greeted by Seungcheol's brother and his wife. Your delightful evening ends with a comfortable dinner and living your best chances of being Kkuma's mother, something your two month marriage with Seungcheol lacked.

Soon enough, you persuaded Seungcheol to shift houses permanently. Despite your old room being perfectly repaired, the trauma of sleeping alone had left a lasting impact. Bonus was Kkuma finally moving in with you and Seungcheol. Understanding your perspective, Seungcheol readily accepted to have you in his room in this house, and the new one seeking, welcoming the idea without hesitation.

Within a mere three days, you both found yourselves settling into your new furnished apartment, which, wasn't expansive, it rather held the essence of a cozy aesthetic. With only one guest room upstairs and a spacious bedroom, you had insisted on sharing the same space, declining any notions of personal separation. He made sure to double check every single thing, to disapprove any mishaps.

"Cheol, this is beautiful! I-I love it!! Thankyou so much, husband!" To him it's no new information, but his cheeks flushed shades of cherries. You were too busy exploring your new house, and he couldn't help but adore every inch of your ecstacy.

"Any time, wife" he replies after clearing his throat, and containing his ecstacy.

You poured your gratitudes to Seungcheol the entire day and actively joined hands with you, playfully engaging in household tasks, cherishing every moment as you transformed the apartment into your shared abode, a place that signified the start of your new world together. Nothing changed in terms of routine, however, you two communicate often,and now there were sparks of mischief from Seungcheol, indicating that silence was no more a welcoming guest. And now Kkuma being an addition, you enjoyed being indoors and outdoors with her. It wasn't often both of you enjoy going out often unless its something such as icecream dates or coffee, or some relaxing walks, because neither of you go anywhere out of your comfort zone; except for a business trip or grocery shopping, however the joy of turning down people who ask for your status, was thrilling. You felt a sense of superiority.

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The next evening he returns home a little earlier than expected, searching for an important flash drive in his drawer. It seemed you were in shower, considering how loud you were singing. He smiles, hearing your soft voice echoing in the room, and suddenly the door knob twisting open. Seungcheol quickly slides open the closet door and gets inside.

It was foolish of him to hide instead of leave, but he thought maybe his presence would freak you out. He slowly opens a little to take notes of the surrounding and was taken aback, seeing you in a towel, and your hair wrapped. He gulps, seeing your glistening body smell like lavender, spreading in the room.

Seeing you in this new light, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire mixed with love. He had never viewed you with such intense admiration before. Tempted to touch and hold you, he controlled his impulses, knowing it was too soon for his hands to explore your curves yet this is the most skin he's seen of you.

You lie down on the bed, laughing and smiling to everything that went in your beautiful mind. Soon you dial your best friend and start off a conversation. Seungcheol senses this was a grave mistake, because phonecalls are obviously long. He had no choice but to stay inside until you're distracted. He facepalms himself, and slowly leans towards the side. You put the phone on speaker while you do your post shower rituals, moisturizing yourself in view of the full length mirror.

"Is Seungcheol home right now? Or should I say your husband" your friend teases you

"Good lord, no he's not. Infact a business trip awaits his presence"

"Tch that's sad. No wonder why you're calling me and not him"

"My man's busy. Sometimes I just hope come early one day and catch me like this? My mind goes places whenever I get out of shower and think of him coming in without notice" you smile coyly "darling you're on my to-do list tonight" you chuckle. Seungcheol could only smirk, after hearing your fantasies.

"Honey you're too inexperienced for this" she retorts

"Inexperienced my foot, I miss my husband already.... and safe to say I actually love him" you sigh.

"Have you told him about your feelings? Have you told him you've never been laid and are deprived" Seungcheol closely listens to everything, occasionally holding his laughter.

"No" you pout again, falling on your back, unaware of seungcheol who was shamelessly hearing you, while admiring your raised chest, that was swollen out off the unknown feelings of you, from him.

"I want to. Everytime I look at him, I want to tell him 'oh Cheollie I love you' " you laugh with your friend, "I'm seriously in love with him and it scares me how quick and sudden it all was. And now its- he's giving me mixed signals. Sometimes he's distant, and sometimes he makes me the most lucky woman ever. I want to tell him I love him, I just don't know when or how" you continue

"Dont say anything. Just go on your honeymoon, and sit on his face, the 2nd hour. Afterall actions speak louder than words" both of you laugh heartily. Seungcheol breathes out a laugh yet onto it, knowing it's over if he's caught.

"Tell me about it" you sigh.

"Seriously! Talk with him and confess! Since when did you become such a big pussy"

"Honey I'm the one with the pussy"

"Goddamn, you- seriously- talk to him. What if he s involved in someone else the time you say the words"

You went silent, the thought just made you sit back up, nd think about it. Could he really have someone else?

"I...highly doubt that. My mother-in-law said he's never really had a serious relationship, since he was focused on training back then"

"Honey its not written on your face that you've never had a man, it aint written on his face that he may have a potential girlfriend before you. What you'll be doing then?" Your friend continues "I hope he's not doing this out of sympathy, considering that whole incident"

Again you felt numb all over, it would've killed you inside out if the signs of Seungcheol's empathy and love was all out of sympathy. However you shake your thoughts, and put a heavy heart on your words, "Then what I'm the one who married him, and I get to choose if I stay or take the other way"

Seungcheol gulped, knowing time is definitely ticking and if he still don't do anything, he'll surely regret.

"Atta girl!"

Suddenly Kkuma runs out from underneath your bed and into the bathroom, and you chase her. "Ahhhhh kkuma stop you frenzy lil- I'll call back later" you chase your daughter, and Seungcheol seeks this as a perfect opportunity to escape.

"Kkuma!!!! That's your dad's favorite shampooo aaa!" You exclaim. Seungcheol takes this opportunity to sprint out of the room, laughing a little at your banter. The smile plastered on his face was priceless. His chest heaved with happiness, ego swollen with pride, heart relieved and thrilled with all the revelations. If he knew anything as a businessman, it was to have a plan. He needs to be prepared for everything beforehand and time was a precious investment. And it was finally time he need to make his first move.

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"Are you interested in accompanying me to this business trip?" Seungcheol asks, out of the blue during breakfast.

"Well, I don't see exactly why wouldn't I" you raise your brows "thought I'd say no"

"Hey hey, it's not that! I just wondered if you'd be up for some adventure, that's all."

"Adventure, huh?" you reply, pretending to ponder dramatically. "Hmm, only if you promise to bring some fun into this 'business' trip."

He smirks, tapping his fingers on the table. "Deal! I'll make sure it's the most adventurous business trip you've ever been on" you're aware of your husband's antics, and it's evident he's brewing something.

You laugh, finding his playful demeanor contagious. "Alright then, you've got yourself a travel buddy. But you better keep your promise, Mr. Businessman."

Seungcheol winks, flashing you a charismatic smile. "Oh, don't you worry, Mrs. Businesswoman. It'll be an unforgettable journey" Kkuma barks in excitement

"Exactly Kkuma" he cheers.

You couldn't help but smile, at how domestic life has turned ever since the coast is clear between you two. The idea of being overseas with Seungcheol sparked a new imagination for you.

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Whoever said travelling is easy, it never is.

After hours of a tiring flight, you found yourself in Singapore, the astonishing city of tourism. The sights were indeed beautiful, with city skyscrapers and landscapes that mesmerized you. The fresh air was a welcome change, adding a touch of excitement to this trip. Your husband, with his penchant for luxury, had chosen a hotel room at a height, providing a stunning view of the city and the rivers below."It must be even more beautiful at night," you thought, taking in the scenery.

Seungcheol's voice broke through your thoughts, and you turned to see him leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, looking incredibly attractive in his white shirt.

"Like what you see?" he teased, clearly enjoying the attention he was receiving.

"Sure I do," you replied with a nervous smile, trying to contain your admiration for him.

"I'll shower first then! I'll be heading out soon, so please order lunch for me as well," he said, scrunching his nose playfully before disappearing into the bathroom.

Following his request, you ordered lunch and kept yourself busy taking pictures of the breathtaking views from your room. Lost in the beauty of the city, you were interrupted by the doorbell, and to your surprise, there stood Seungcheol, clad only in sweatpants, with the towel hanging around his shoulders. You tried your best to keep composure "Oop! Quite a timing, lunch is here" you tried to maintain eye contact but it was hard; both for your eyes to keep to his face, and for his nipples to remain soft in the chilly air of the A/C. It was thrilling and embarassing, considering you now know what he is inside that white shirt he always wears.

"Sure, Thanks. Heard my phone ring" he walks over to the side table for his phone "I'll be quick" he chuckles knowing the effect he had on you. You swore you felt tingles everywhere, and bury your face in your hands, hiding the flusters of your red face and feels. Unbeknownst to you, Seungcheol could see your flustered reactions through the reflection of the window; full enough to capture the city's highlights. He knew he has unlocked a new level.

"Sure this journey will be unforgettable"

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While Seungcheol's been busy attending meetings and chats with his clients, you took this opportunity to explore the city's famous landmarks, enjoying some street shows, and a visit to art galleries and ice cream parlors. The times he's available, he shines as usual; enjoying different flavors, mingling with the dancers, and spending like anything on ferris wheel rides, and to exquisite places you've either seen on searches, or never heard of it.

"So Mrs Businesswoman how are you enjoying your stay so far?" He inquires, leaning rowards the railings of the bridge.

"Amazing, you really know how to explore, Mr Dora" you smile. "How long is your business work though?"

"Why is it? Don't you like it here?" He frowns

"No no, it's that you must be tired commuting back and forth, just making sure you don't get sick"

"Don't worry, besides, weren't you the one to be enthusiastic about a honeymoon" he looks up at the starry sky. An instant realization came to you

"Ooh.... I-damn you sneaky lil I should've known why would you ask me to accompany you all of a sudden" you squint at him "I'm not complaining though. You have quite an elite taste" you smile

"Then lets go get dinner and we'll chill on some champagne later" the idea sounds wonderful already. Seungcheol holds your hand, and your heartbeat accelerated at this gesture

"You don't mind...this do you?" He asks, eyes glistening with innocence as if he doesn't tease you every morning.

"No, Honey" you smile. Despite Seungcheol's occasional flirty tactics, you realized that he had eyes only for you.

The next hour after a delicious dinner, you were in shower, and decided to make him suffer twice the time he does, so you come out in slippers, and a piece of towel barely covering your body, just enough to enhance your curves. Your husband who was pouring champagnes, turns around, to his absolute shock, he was foaming, eye-fucking you. You instantly knew you hit the bullseye.

"Forgot my toner here" you smile innocently, and unintentionally fulfilling your fantasies. Whatever was hard, was definitely not because of the temperature. Soon you return in just an oversized shirt and some shorts, that has been your usual night-fit. He hands you your glass, looking a bit horny. There was silence. Quite a sexually tempting one. Lights were dim, the view was spectacular.

It's when he realized he's had enough and pulls you on top of him, your lingerie-less body hitting his hard chest

"God..Seungcheol what is-"

"I'm I hav- Oh god I don't know how to say this" he contemplates, as you see his soft lips between his teeth

"What the hell you're the one to pull me on you" you roll your eyes

"Sorry I'm I-"

"Never mind" you hold his face and attach your lips with his. To be frank, you've had tolerated enough and it's time you do sit on his face.

The synchronization of your lips moving with his, was very perfect for a first time. You kept on kissing and kissing, exploring every inch of his mouth until he pushes you for a catch of breath. You flutter your eyes open and smile, slowly transcending to a laugh

"God you're so...menacing" he speaks "about time you finally do what you said to your frien-" he stops knowing he said a little too much. You look at him in shock "does that mean you-"

"Sorry" he nervously says. You squint your eyes at him again, very suspiciously "how much did you listen"

"Everything" he confessed "it was unintentional, you were busy on the call and I came for something then I forgot common sense. Sorry" he apologizes. You knew the cat had been out of the box, you were unable to notice it. You sigh, after a quick contemplation

"Well, it's no secret anymore. Here I'll say it fir-" he puts a finger on your lip, switching positions, where he is on top of you now. It earned a small squeak from you, yet you felt your core getting a bit wet by how attractive that was. His leg rested between yours.

"Let me" he stares in your soul. You gulped, kind of getting wet by how his built is hovering on you.

"Y/N, I'm foolishly, in fucking love with you" the sudden profanity made you grin a little harder, all while he strokes a loose strand off your face "honestly. I can't believe it took me this long to express my..sheer love for you, y/n. Back then, i would've died without you but now I...would die for you. I can't imagine a world without you, so if you please let me be yours forever?"

"I hated every inch of air I shared with you then, and how we were just bonded without sharing a hello" you smile, cupping his face "I never imagined I'd find every moment with you, so profound. Every minute with you was magical, and it only concludes how destined we are for each other"

"I love you Seungcheol"

"I love you too..."

With that, he took the "action speak louder than words" a little too serious. His lips wrestle for dominance with yours, and the thigh that was calm, started stirring up a storm between your legs, as he continuously grinds on you. You pull onto the hem of his shirt, and he immediately does, while his hands explore your body inside your shirt. He slowly makes his way from your lips to your neck. Everything felt so ecstatic; it was your new high. You clenched onto the soft pillows for dear life, when Seungcheol slides himself into your oversized shirt, his lips between the valley of your perky breasts, craving his attention. He admires every inch of your perfectly created body.

"Stop...teasing" you moan. He feigned ignorance, continuing to play with your sensations. He pulls you up by your back, and swiftly removes the shirt and throws it on the floor. "There's no stopping me tonight y/n," is the last thing he says before pinching your nipples, and making the best use of his mouth on them. He enjoys hearing the profanities escape your lips, and how your voice changes upon pleasure.

You push him by his shoulders and get down on him, sliding the waistband of his shorts down to his knees, his dick springing high on your face. You gaze at his length before mindlessly taking every inch in your hands. "You..you..do..nt hhhave to ddoo t-ohhh" he groans. "You don't tell me what to do...."

"Such a brat" he smirks, letting you rule his excitement. He felt his high, once you slowly took him in your mouth, taking in as much as you could without gagging (yet) it's a matter of time he shifts from a thread of "oh ffuckk" "you're doing it so good" to "I'm gonna cum" and it's when you stop. You hastily take your shorts off and slowly grind on him. Seungcheol was panting manic. He was a mess. The entire room reeked of lust and his musky scent overshadowing, with his sweat. It proved how much of an authority you held on him

"Slide all the way up to my face beautiful I don't bite"

That's all you needed for your dripping core to slide on his nose, to his mouth. His tongue did wonders. You were sure you wouldn't last long considering this is your first oral ever, and sure you didn't, his tongue toyed with your nerves, and used every "shits" "fucks" "oh cheol" as his drive to go deeper in your cunt. "I'll cum I'm cumming I-" you release on his lips, and like a man, he devours it all.

"Delicious"

"You...you sound like cand..candy crush for god's sake" you breathily chuckle, and he follows, slowly getting up, to position himself on you.

"Then allow me to...'smash' " he presses a tender kiss on your forehead, before entering your core. You squeezed his hand, asking him to be gentle and burying your face in his neck, fingers in his back. It felt so...weird the first few minutes, but as he slowly moves, the funky feeling, the pain, it all vanishes. It's all when you realize you're actually getting laid. The sounds you've never considered you'd make, were too loud, way too unholy. Seungcheol was holding your leg, and was going slow till you adjust to him. His low groans and breathy moans turned you on even further, where you move your head to face him and slap his arm

"Giv...give me e...every..thing, husband. Take me all the way up" you breathe out. It's when he increases his pace, once he received your green signal. The slow slaps, were now louder and faster. Your bed was also giving up on concealing it's squeaks. He holds you in his arms, and continues thrusting in you.

Nothing else in the world mattered but the pressure you felt in between your legs and your delicious heat wrapping around him, engulfing him in until he bottomed out. His head falling into the crock of your neck, whispering sweet nothings against it while he started to fuck you slowly.

“Y-You feel so good, so w-warm.” Seungcheol kissed you, feverishly, swallowing your moans. His soft lips whimpering against yours. “I want to be inside you forever.” His hips moving against yours slowly, making sure you could feel all of him inside you. His hands never leave from your back and pushed you against him, chests heaving against one another’s. You arched your back, gripping the blankets underneath you. "Oh Seungcheo...god....cheol..." you breathe. He continued tinting your neck with his masterwork, and swiftly positions you on all fours. The joy you felt by the way he dominated you, and messed with your fucked out state, was bringing you heaven. You go low, arms stretching towards the headboard, while he grabs them, locking them behind your back, and even going hard.

There was no stopping him, all while the whole city from your foggy windows witness you making love witb your husband.

"Look at yourself, love" he turns your head to the mirror on the right "look at us..mmm..." he moans in your ear his hand snaking in between your bodies searching for the little bud of pleasure. You scream in pure ecstscy.

He turns you around, so swiftly, with his thumb hovering over it, the suspense had you withering, begging for him to touch you the only way he knew how. You whimpered feeling the ghost of his touch, your fingers tweaking at your nipple, sending a rush of pleasure through your body. "C..ch..chheoll..., mmm, I-I need to cum.” You pressed your chest into his back, turning your head all the way up, watching as his face contorted into pure bliss, his thrusts getting sloppier, his connected thumb with your clit and rubbing slow figure eight, constrasting the speed of his thrusts. You gasped raising your hips rocking against his hips and hand, feeling the sweet coil start to build up "im..fucking serious oh....my..."

"Release all on me, love" he demands amidst moans "Cum with me. Savour every drop of it" and it's all you needed to finally finish on him. He groaned finding your free hand and interlocking your fingers with his. You clenched around him. He was pumping as well, and you felt all warmth being filled inside you. Every thing about this was so surreal, so new, so perfect. You breathe as if you had run a marathon; a marathon of lust. Seungcheol hugs you, and stays inside you, caressing your head, showering you with compliments that you were brave and did well for your first time. The sense of encouragement brought tears to your eyes as you bury your face in his chest. He caressed your back with tender touches, and slowly lays you on your back, plopping down next to you.

"You're officially all mine" he kisses your shoulder. You hold his hand tightly, "you're mine as well, babe"

For the first time, you felt real comfort, real love, and an unimaginable intimate experience with your husband. And a shower too.

Seungcheol's heart hadn’t stopped palpitating since. His stomach erupted into butterflies whenever he had held you close throughout the immoral escapades the two of you had engaged in all night. He never wanted to let you go and now as he looked down into your glittering eyes with the heat of the golden sun rays hitting your sensitive bodies.

"Wake up husband"

"I think I want to sleep all day tonight" he shuffles closer to you.

"Oh who knew it would hard to wake my husband up from his slumber"

"Blaming on your irresistable charm" he squeezes your butt under covers.

"Owh! I'll need my own room again if you do th.." his hands cup your clothed core

"Hmmm...you were saying?"

"You.." you fail to form sentences once he starts rubbing your core, slow dense circles.

"Hands to yoursel..f or I'll bite" you whisper

"Oh, my damsel in distress" his voice is contagiously attractive;waste no time as he goes down on you undercovers.

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"We're really leaving Singapore as lovers" he chimes, an ear-to-ear grin fixed on, enhancing his dimples.

"Yeah if it weren't you to have the same traits as you family, you nosy lil witch" you exhale, standing in front of the fountains, almost nearing the airport

"I'm always nosy about everything" he smirks

"Honesty is not always the best policy Mr Choi"

He pulls you dangerously close "You have no idea, Mrs Choi"

"You need a haircut"

"All I'll ever need is...you" he holds onto you like a sloth on a branch, as you two harmonize in a melodious laugh.

It is you, he wants to tell everything to. He'll express his love for you, while he holds your hands in his.

And if there's eternal love, Seungcheol is that person for you.

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Thenkyoui for reading!! Stay bias wrecked by him <3

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peachy-pink-princess · 6 months

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The Crown

Pairing: Prince!Jungwon X Commoner! Reader(fem)

Basic plot desc: Royalty AU/ Jungwon is the most suitable bachelor but he wants somebody he can't have

Warning: 18+ content (this is my first 18+ piece) Also not proof read because I was afraid it was cringe.

WC: 1.2k

A/n: feel free to give feedback just please don't be mean

The prince sat on his throne and rolled his eyes as he watched his mother pleading with him to meet with more suitable bachelorettes. She would never be able to convince him because he already knew who he wanted and figured since he was the king, he should get his way. Before his mother could continue, a particular person—jungwon's love—enters the room. Naturally, the servant girl was unaware of the prince's affections for her. She was almost too pure to understand his emotions.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to make you aware that dinner will be waiting for you in the dining hall when you're ready" then you bowed turning to leave. Oh, his heart was barely able to handle it. You deserve to be a queen, not some servant, and he only wanted to protect your innocence. He must have you.

As The Prince and his companions ate their dinner, you stood by the back wall, ready to help if necessary. Despite the prince's favorite cuisine being spread out on the table in quantities sufficient to feed an army, something seemed amiss. He appeared to be focusing on you. This was no normal gaze, no not at all. He was practically ravaging you with his eyes. It made you feel so dirty yet also slightly excited. "Get a grip of yourself Y/n, he's a prince! You probably just didn't make the food to his Likings" you tried to shake off his stare but no matter what you could feel him looking deep inside of you.

Later that evening, you returned to your servant quarters, although you could hardly call them that anymore. Gifts have been mysteriously appearing in your room. It began with little gifts like a new pillow or blanket and developed to include larger presents like cash and specialty candies that were only available to people of wealth. You feel someone suddenly hovering over you, which is really uncomfortable, but you don't turn around until you hear the voice. "I see you've gotten the gifts that I have given you, is everything to your liking?" It was him. The prince himself standing mere inches away from you. "Your highness" you immediately bow to him, it's what You've been told and trained to do your whole life, it's also something the prince loathes, seeing the love of his life someone who views as is equal being forced to treat him as if he was better. "Don't bow, it's unnecessary." He says simply. "But your highness-" you begin to say but quickly get cut off. "Jungwon. Just call me that." He says.

You could hardly believe it. Not only was the prince standing in your room in the middle of the night but he was telling you not to call him by his Royal titles, it was unheard of... Almost scandalous.

"Your highness, Jungwon, you shouldn't be here heaven knows what people will assume if they find out" you say softly. "Let them find out. I've spent months admiring you, my dear. Let the other servants find out, for all I can even my parents can find out, if it means I have you." He retaliates. He hands find a way to yours as he looks you in the eyes "I would give up this crown for you, I would give up the world for you. Please, let me stay the night with you" he spoke. "Ok... Jungwon, I want you here." Your voice is soft there is still a bit of uncertainty in your words. But the prince wastes no time.

Before you know it a pair of lips find yours, your lips dance in sync with each other and you finally realize how serious the prince was, the amount of passion truly showing in this kiss. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." Jungwon says flashing his signature grin. "If I may...can I remove this?" He says regarding your clothes. Your heart begins to beat fast, but it seems your lips moved faster than your brain. "Yes please jungwon" you say. Before you know what the two of you are standing together; skin on skin, completely exposed.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined" he tells you. "you imagined what I looked like naked?" you couldn't help but chuckle at that, how was it that you adorned in commoner clothing made more of an impression on The Prince than the princess counterparts who wore corsets made of whale bone and the most expensive jewels imaginable. "You really don't understand how long I've been in love with you, please, y/n can I take you, right now?" He tells you there was more than a hint of desperation in his voice, he was completely desperate. "I'm all yours, jungwon." And with that the prince is pushing you down on your small mattress, hovering over you and spreading your legs. You didn't really know what to expect, but the feeling of him pushing in was both pure bliss and pure pain. You had never experienced something like this before. You couldn't help but let out moans of discomfort and pleasure. "Shhh... My princess the pain will go away soon I promise. I-if it makes you feel better to know, this is my first time doing this as well, I wanted to experience this with someone I love, not some random rich girl. I could only imagine doing this with you." He spoke. His heart was swelling up with joy finally being able to say the words that were on his chest for so long.

As the pain started to subside the yearning for more took over. "Jungwon, I can't wait, please more." You speak softly staring up into his bobba eyes. He gives you a smile before kissing your forehead. "Anything my princess wants, she gets" he says before thrusting into you brutally. You had not expected to go so fast but you would be lying if you said it didn't feel good. He hands on your hips and your legs wrapped around his waist as he continues to pound into your pussy at an almost inhuman rate. "Fuuuuck your pussy was made for me I swear. You take me so well Princess" he praise, whines leaving his mouth with everything thrust. "Jungwon it feels so good, you're so big" you muster up the courage to say. Oh how your words filled him up with so much confidence. He began to snap his hips into you even harder than before, sharp thrust after sharp thrust all hitting your spongy walls just right. "Gonna cum soon princess? Gonna let your prince cum in you?" he asks in a sweet but also teasing Manor. He already knew the answer to his own question. The feeling of you clenching was a give away that you were close and how could you say no to your prince? You wanted him to fill you up, you needed it. "C-cumming" you moan, probably a little louder that you should. Feeling you clench around him, jungwon's orgasm hits him hard, filling you up to the brim with his seed.

The two of you pant, trying to regain your breath as he pulls out of your sopping hole. There's a silence between you two but it's peaceful, no words need to be said, yet the prince still speaks. "I mean it y/n, you are my world, this crown means nothing compared to you." He says softly. Your mind is already too far gone to fully understand his words but a smile still spreads to your face. You expected him to leave, but the prince never did.

He stayed the night with his princess, just like he said he would...

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scarahours · 2 years

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"how long will it take for you to give up on me?"

- in which you ask him just how long it'll take for your autumn love to completely fall apart. [ANGST]

characters: kazuha, zhongli, scaramouche (separately) x gn! reader

part two here!

Being in love with kazuha was like living in a fairytale fantasy. He gave you butterflies, treated you like royalty and showered you with nothing but love and adoration.

He would cook up breakfast for the both of you as you prepared the plates in your shared dining room. He wrote poems, sang songs and serenaded you all day long during your rare off days of work. It made you wonder really, how did I end up with such a perfect man?

And to think that a few months ago this was your daily life - your daily routine with him. You were the perfect picture couple, an artist and his beloved muse. But when you heard him mutter his ex's name at night, you completely shattered. You thought it was going so well, you thought that he'd finally gotten over her. Sure - she was his first love, but he promised to you that you were the last. Did he not?

You haven't had the courage to confront him about it - no, not when he calls out your name ever so lovingly. As if he wasn't seeing the reflection of his first love in you.

Kazuha, how long must this go on?

You sat at the front of your porch, nearing 12 midnight. Your husband was late, again.

For the past few weeks he'd been avoiding you after you two had a fight regarding his tendencies to turn a blind eye to women openly flirting with him. Zhongli was nice, way too nice - and you knew that. It was exactly how he'd made his way inside your heart without you knowing.

But sometimes there's a limit to how nice one should be. Instead of politely shooting them down, he'd offer a small smile and walk away, pretending like he'd never heard them. And you'd think they'd be discouraged at this but no - they took it as a sign to keep going.

And you could only stand idly by, with rage and insecurities building up inside you. Zhongli expressed his intent to keep your relationship hidden so as to not distract your work life balance while in the office with him. But when you saw the way a co-worker loosened the buttons of her uniform and rubbed up against him, the damn broke and all hell broke loose.

Needless to say you got a three week suspension from HR and was ordered to work at home for the time being, with nobody to talk to and keep you company - your own intrusive thoughts began to stir up an emotion that you had never felt. Not since you got together with Zhongli, fear.

Fear of being abandoned, fear of being cast aside once he realizes that you weren't good enough for him. Fear of being shunned by the man you loved the most.

And so you wait.

You wait and wait until the sun began to rise, and you realize.

He was never coming home.

You knew that the both of you were never bound to last forever.

Really, you should've listened to your parents' when they expressed their clear distaste towards Scaramouche from the start.

"He's not good for you!"

"He can't provide for you! He ran away from home at such a young age, he'll end up nowhere!"

Those mocking words haunted him every night, like a broken record that played on and on inside his head. It was like living in his old house again, where he was suffocated and neglected. A prisoner of expectations.

So when he had first asked you to cut off contact with your parents, you were beyond bewildered and mad. You ended up screaming at him and stormed out of the house. How could he? Those people were your parents, for fucks sakes they raised and loved you! Provided you with everything, and supported you throughout the way! And he's making you cut them off because of what?

Because they don't like him? But you do! So why does it even matter? In the end it's your choice to stay with him.

But this stubborn and hard-headed attitude of yours is exactly why the two of you drifted away. You couldn't see the way your parents looked at him with scornful eyes, refusing to accept him as a part of their family. You couldn't see how they belittled him for not being able to prove anything. And whenever he tried confronting you about how he felt and how he'd been treated, you brushed it off and refused to listen. You thought it was okay if you loved him - but it wasn't.

It never was.

So he buried himself in work, aiming to rise to the top. To feel like he was finally worth something. So he could proudly stand beside you, the one who's always accepted him - even at his lowest. It wasn't that he wanted recognition from your parents, no. Right..?

Scaramouche doesn't say it. But you know it deep within your heart that it has been long since he's given up on you.

A gift for my beloved @p0000pman69420 @sunizome @catsfavoriteperson @c0nn0rv8 @justanacorn <3 I don't appreciate y'all ganging up on me so have fun reading this!

To sona: I'm gonna make a fluff fic for u i swear

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roses-dreams-andthorns · 1 year

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Hey there! Stumbled onto your blog and got interested.

Could I request Ace, Riddle, Malleus, Leona, and Jamil with an s/o making them a feast to congratulate them?

ofc friendo! Trey thinks this will be cute-

(sorry for the lateness on requests! school stuff again...)

𝙲𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝!

Characters: Ace Trappola, Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Jamil Viper, Malleus Draconia (all separate)

𝓐𝓬𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓪

Woah! You seriously prepared all this for him? Just for him? Every last bit of food... is for him? And you're giving him all this because of a high mark on his most recent test? Geez, you're generous! You must also be really proud of him to be going out of your way to make every last dish, he'd feel bad to eat all your hard work, but he'd also feel bad to not eat it! But theres no way he's finishing it all in one sitting... so help him out a bit, of course, he's totally not telling you to have some just so you two can dine together, no, no, not at all! You are the cook, so you should have your share!

On the outside, he acts prideful and confident; "Hah! I know I did good!", "I totally deserve this for all my hard work!"

But on the inside; "They seriously went out if their way to do all this for me? How can I thank them?? Think Ace, Think!"

He's like a flustered mess in there. He looks at your smiling face and can't help but blush, his heart is beating so fast for you... you'd never know unless you could hear it beating, and he hopes you can't.

ℜ𝔦𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢 ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰

This is all for him? But why? Why spend all your time preparing all this just for him? Sure, he may have just accomplished a big achievement, but he doesn't believe he deserves this... You had everything set up perfectly, the table was fancied up with candles, a fancy tablecloth, attractive cutlery and plates, hell, even the food was looking stunning! He didn't know what to say to your kind jesture, but when you had gently placed your hands on his shoulders, and led him to his seat, he could feel the pace of his heart quicken to what felt like 60 beats per second, surely that is not healthy... but at the same time, he liked the feeling of the butterflies in his stomach, and his fluttering heart. He didn't know what to say... or what to do, but he felt like he didn't want this sweet moment between you and him to end.

𝕃𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕒 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕣

So you prepared all this for him...? Every piece of meat that sit on the plates that lay across this table... is all for him? He is flabbergasted, he never expected anyone to celebrate him like this, and especially for it to be an occasion celebrating such a small achievement, he may have a smug face on the outside, but in the inside, he just doesn't know what to say. He wants to pay you, his herbivore, back for all the kindess you showed him since you had first met, but he is unsure how... do you like jewelry? maybe he can get you some... gardening? maybe he can find some way to get you your own garden... the possibilites are endless...

Jamil Viper

"Reader... you know you don't have to do all this for me."

He'd be thankful, of course, but he brings himself to believe he doesn't deserve it... He is just a mere servant, after all. Only those of royalty should be celebrated with such a grand feast! Yet here you are, setting up a long dining table, a fancy table cloth, candles laid about, plus other fancy decor, fancy dishes and utensils, a warm and cozy atmosphere... all of it meant for him, and only him...

Sure, he just completed some huge achievement, but he believes he is completely undeserving of this, but when you gently guide him over to his seat, calmly sitting beside him, and passing him different foods to try out, he chooses to accept it. You always know how to make him feel special...

Malleus Draconia

His child of man prepared this all for him... he can't help but smile! To have the very person he cares so greatly for congradulate him like this for such a great achievement... it fills him with a warm, soft feeling. He sits down at the table, and immediately brings you to join him. Without you, how can he fully enjoy it? Without you... there is no joy, despite this all being made by your hand... without your presense, it feels empty. So please join him for this celebration feast.

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theflashdriver · 4 months

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A Thesis on the Touch of a Psychic (Silvaze)

Blaze couldn't help but glower at her reflection as her hands failed her for the sixth time this evening. Tonight had snuck up on her like a blissfully forgotten spectre, now resurrected from the recesses of her memory to stir up a panic from within. It was the last night of the year, an evening in which certain expectations were impressed upon the guardian of the Sol Emeralds.

In the great hall beneath the en suite where she now stood, a summit was well on its way to beginning. Despite the music and the dancing she knew to be present, the feline wouldn't dare to call the reception a party. Tonight was a night of formality, dining, speeches, and endless bureaucracy to mark the coming new year. Names would be announced upon arrival, toasts would be raised, and lectures would be given until throats were again in need for more toasts.

Those in attendance were the countless representative diplomats from the surrounding islands, their families, and special guests of interest including heads of shipping firms and other industrial tycoons. Frankly, Blaze knew there was more important work to be done than attending this farce; on the eastern coast a giant squid had been sighted, the cat was already brewing theories that it was some mechanical or otherworldly monstrosity that Eggman Nega had forced into her world. Unfortunately, being royalty carried with it certain expectations- for centuries her family had attended this dinner without fail. For that reason, and no other, she would attend tonight's event as she had those in years prior.

Tonight was an enforced break from reality; a fascinatingly pointless deviation from her true mission of defending her kingdom's isles. These truths, combined with her present predicament, had combined to plunge the princess into a rather foul mood. If tonight went without a yawn attempting to slip beyond her lips she would be more than surprised. The long evening was surely going to leave her dreary eyed, not that she was allowed to show it.

Again, perhaps due to her mental distraction, the feline's grasp did not prove sufficient; her hands found the edge of the sink before her as a vicious frown graced the bathroom mirror. The cat had been attempting to fasten the back of her dress for what felt like hours now; soon Gardon would rap on her bedroom door and enquire what was taking her so long. Certainly the words he'd use would be more proper, but they'd further the cat's frustration all the same.

Instead of a simple zip, whoever designed the frustrating collection of thread and fabric had deemed that a series of lace knots should be used to seal the back of the garb. Whoever had made that choice plainly hadn't ever had to fasten such a dress themselves. They'd purely been fixated on the aesthetics of a slightly exposed back contrasted by bows.

The dress wasn't truly awful, she had selected it in the hopes that it would allow her to battle should conflict arise (be it at the party or somewhere she would have to rush) while maintaining a certain level of decorum. Unfortunately, it appeared she had chosen poorly. The gown was loose flowing, with long sleeves that she'd thought would make her feel less exposed compared to others she'd historically stuffed herself into... but those very boons were only serving to make her fastening effort more difficult. The garb wrapped the majority of her body in a wine red colour, slit only to partially expose her right leg in exchange for bettered mobility. Perhaps she would burn herself free after this evening... no, regardless of her frustration, that would be much too wasteful.

"Silver!" She called through the bathroom door, "Can you come in here?"

The en suite door swung open, revealing the time traveling psychic. Since he'd arrived in her world, the hedgehog was gradually becoming better suited to the more peaceful times he now lived in. He was dressed in a manner she'd be far more comfortable with, a loose button up blue shirt and shorts.

The two of them had spent today in the royal gardens, primarily beneath a gazebo so that she could continue to work even while enjoying the outdoors. He had brought a picnic and a good head to bounce ideas off of. After much persuasion, he had managed to lead her into a spot of impromptu gardening to maintain the grounds. Even if she hadn't been destined for such a royal occasion, the outing would have prompted a shower regardless- but it had been made all the more quick and intense upon realising how late the day had drawn. Meanwhile, she could still see grass stains in his fur...

"I can't seem to fasten this dress," She informed him, "Could you..."

"Of course!" He beamed, helpful as ever.

The cat turned back to her reflection, standing straight and exposing her back to him completely. She'd expected to hear the whir of psychic energy, that the silk threads at her back would simply fasten themselves behind her back. Instead, the familiar sound of footsteps drawing close played in her ears.

In the mirror, she watched as the hedgehog strolled behind her to look quizzically at her exposed spine. Just as she was processing what he was about to do, the feline felt his heavy hands on the small of her back. Almost instinctively, her own grasp found the sink again as she leaned forward.

"This looks easy enough," She caught sight of his smile in the reflection, "I'm going to have to undo some of the knots you've already done, they're not using the right threads."

Fingers grazed deep, she felt her fur raise beneath his touch, "Do what you must."

Her left hand moved to her chest, hoping to keep the garb from slumping free of her shoulders. He was being gentle, but now his touch was slipping into the tight spaces she had previously sealed- his fingertips were grazing along her spine. The scene reflected before her was one that spiked her temperature; Silver had leaned down to match her posture, practically hunching parallel to her frame, looming over! She had to look down; her flushed face reflected in the shining metal of the sink's plug- was there no escape?!

"You were right, this is fiddly... give me a second," She felt one of his hands leave her only to return ungloved.

Blaze's tail bashed against his chest, straightening hard as she felt that bare hand tug the lace of her dress while the other left her back. She felt him catch the interfering appendage so very casually; Blaze was certain that now both his hands were ungloved. In a single, ever so simple, move, he adjusted her tail to coil over his shoulder and stepped even closer! She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, was he-

"So, it seems like it's going to be a long night," Silver's fingers had returned to her back, his fiddling resumed, "Are you going to be okay down there?"

Did he have to talk while he was doing this? Did he know how his breath felt on her ear? Did he really expect her to respond!?

"I'm fine, Silver," She grumbled, "Tonight is more akin to a ritual than it is anything else, a sacrifice of time and endurance of tedium for the greater good. I'll get through it as I have every prior stuffy reception."

As loose fabric bundled in her grasp, the cat felt his hold alter. Suddenly, he was drawing the halves of her dress together, surely lining up the holes and tassels to more directly feed into each other. It was sensible, it was practical, and it wasn't as if he was being rough... but, no matter how she rationalised, Blaze still couldn't help feeling flustered. She was the guardian and ruler of this entire dimension, he was her closest companion and trusted confidante; they'd battled monsters, lived through squalor, and changed history together! Why did she feel so vulnerable here, in her own bathroom, with his hands on her back?!

With each knot tied his touch grazed closer further up her back, fingertips and knuckles slid against her. Those touches sparked memories of the other times he'd used his hands on her. In the afterglow of battle, once their foes had fallen, they would bandage each other and fuss over the countless wounds they had sustained. Huddling in the back of a mostly destroyed library, letting the hedgehog wrap torn cloth around her ribs to staunch the blood drawn by a monster's gouging claws, that was true vulnerability- not this! She was strong here, unharmed and refreshed!

Blaze felt the dress lighten in her grasp and couldn't help but glance to the mirror before them. Silver really was as close as he felt, practically straddling her backside as he worked his way up, and yet he still looked entirely at ease. She couldn't see how far up her dress he'd managed to seal, but by his touch she knew he was just over half-way up her back. The psychic's broad shoulders were framing her slighter form, his still slightly sullied fur contrasted against the dress set to be worn for the first time.

Silver's constant contact echoed in her mind. Was he trying to leave a crease in her fur? He was being so thorough, it was as if-

His eyes had caught hers, had he looked so comfortable this whole time? Had his smile grown when their gazes locked? The cat's returned her attention to the empty sink beneath her.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked.

"I'm certain," She lied.

Regardless of how gruff Blaze thought she had sounded, the hedgehog continued to work diligently. His hands did briefly leave her back, but she knew that this wasn't the end. The shoulders of the dress had been misaligned since he'd untied what few knots she'd managed prior. He pulled the red sleeves up to better fit against her clavicle, his wrist brushed against her neck.

Were his fingers lingering on her collar, at the fabric border? Her eyes returned to the mirror only to catch a small, rather perplexed, frown staring back at her. The hedgehog's heavy hands dipped down her front catching the lapels of her dress. He slid his hands up, straightening the front of the garb before pulling up to have it fit more smoothly against her shoulders.

"There," She saw his smile return, "That looks better."

"Just focus on the back," The cat fizzed, "I can handle the rest myself."

"Okay," He hummed, hands slipping back again, "Maybe, when things get going down there I'll be able to sneak in? You know, while everyone's focused on your speech or something?"

"You will do no such thing," She heard herself growl as she failed to maintain some inkling of composure.

A measure of regret tainted his muzzle, his eyes quickly lowered from the mirror to her back. No further words came in the wake of her insistence, she'd felt him hesitate but the knotting had quickly resumed. It wasn't that she didn't want him there, his presence would surely have made the night's bureaucracy pass faster, but this was a meeting of the elite. For her to bring along what was to them a commoner, let alone an uncouth otherworldly outsider, would surely cause a scandal.

His fingers kept hitching on the tie between the top of her shoulder blades, a grumble rolled from his throat. Why was he struggling now of all times? Was it the change in her temperament? Had he finally noticed how intimate this all actually was?

A sigh slipped through her lips, "I'm sorry Silver. Tonight is weighing on me more heavily than I thought..."

"Don't worry about it," He finally managed to tie that knot, "I shouldn't have even brought up the idea, it's not like I'm hard to identify," She looked up to find him looking off in thought, "Slipping into a butler's uniform probably wouldn't have been enough..."

"There are already enough rumours about you among the people, we don't want to pique any more curiosity," Two ties remained.

"There are rumours about me?" Did he truly not know? "Like what?"

"We don't have enough time to discuss that," She wasn't prepared to delve into the torrid imaginings of others while posed like this, "But perhaps we can use this as an opportunity to better things..."

"Better things?" One tie remained.

"Go to the eastern beach tonight," Blaze instructed him, "Watch the ocean. If you see anything unusual, then you have my express permission to enter the ballroom and whisk me away."

"I can do that, no problem!" Finally, the back of her dress was sealed, "That's the last knot tied."

The cat finally rose to her full height, taking in her reflection. The dress did feel like too much; while the long sleeves were intended to make her feel less exposed, its shining ruby coloured floral detailing was certain to draw attention. She'd picked it to match the gem on her forehead and usual hair-tie, hoping that would make this all feel more regular... but that plainly hadn't worked. To contrast, the hedgehog behind her still looked physically disheveled but infinitely more comfortable- both in mind and body.

She finally turned to him properly, "Thank you for doing this, Silver."

Their eye-contact broke, his stare tumbled away, "It's no problem, any time."

Why had that simple, minor, praise fluster him more than the position she'd put him in?! He'd been leaning over her, hands practically dancing across her back, freely gliding his fingers through her fur, but a simple thank you had done so much more to him. She knew this was how he worked, that he'd always taken praise poorly, but for modest kindness to so thoroughly trump physical contact was still so bizarre to her.

"Oh, wait," He stepped closer to her once more, practically pinning her back against the sink.

His arm slipped behind her and the cat's temperature skyrocketed, "What are you-

He pulled back to reveal the golden necklace she so often wore around her neck, "Do you want me to help you with this too?"

She could fasten it herself, she had countless times, "If you wouldn't mind…"

An impulse had betrayed her. Without so much as another word the hedgehog was again leaning past her, this time neck to neck and front to front. She felt his chest fur brush her muzzle as he began to fiddle with the clasp. Again, this was another act he could so easily have performed with his power! Instead he had chosen to get close; could he not feel the heat flagging from her? Was he just cold?!

"There, now you're ready," He casually said into her ear as he pulled back.

The awkwardness had fully vanished, Silver was back to beaming.

"You're so naive..." A knock at the door spun their heads, but she quickly returned to him, "Stay here, wait until I'm gone, then drift out the window. Make sure no one sees you."

He silently nodded as she slipped away from the bathroom, shutting the door to her back and not daring to throw another glance back at him. If all went as planned, she had seen him for the last time this evening. Now she had to focus! Blaze gathered a stack of papers from her desk, slipped on her heels, and made for the door.

Gardon was revealed on the other side, "Your highness, the guests are awaiting your arrival."

"Then it is time I joined them," She shut the door behind her, locking it, "Have there been any issues thus far?"

As she started to make her way down the halls, the koala followed, "No issues so far, what small discomfort I have noticed will surely be alleviated by your arrival."

Rather than speak further with her advisor and consider what small discomforts he had identified, Blaze couldn't help but dwell upon the hedgehog presently escaping her room. Silver hadn't needed to touch her, he could have done all he had to do from her bedroom even. She'd watched him undo locks with a wave, it wasn't as though the task of tying knots was too complex.

For a psychokinetic like him, every physical action was a choice, wasn't it? Every touch could be replaced with a psychic one, most born of mere thought rather than even so much as a gesture. He could have been reading or planning or doing almost anything while simultaneously helping her dress. Instead the hedgehog had devoted his full focus to that task, removing his gloves when it proved difficult rather than concede and use his power.

Was she being foolish? She didn't question why Silver would walk rather than float or run his fingers through his chest fur as he pondered. How was tonight any different? He had taken her hand countless times, wrapped her bandages physically, and even carried her to bed when nights dragged much too late. Had he consciously chosen those countless acts too? Had he even considered using his power tonight?

Was it natural to him to be physical with her? What did that imply? If Amy had asked for help with a dress, would he have done the same? Blaze couldn't imagine it. Certainly Amy would have had the gall to tell him to just use his powers. Why hadn't she done that? For all her questioning of his actions; her own inaction was just as baffling, she hadn't so much as considered asking him to stop and instead work telekinetically. She was royalty, she wasn't supposed to be handled so-

"Your highness?" Gardon's voice halted her train of thought.

"Yes?" She turned to her advisor.

"I asked if you feel prepared for this evening? If required, I could delay your arrival for a little longer," Gardon offered, "You seem to be more than a little lost in thought."

"No, I'm fine Gardon," She could see the doors to the great hall ahead, "It is best that I attend as quickly as possible."

With no more than a nod the koala scurried ahead, grasping the doorhandles in preparation to announce her arrival. Blaze brushed off her shoulders and strode forward, steeling her expression. She sucked a deep breath through her nose and closed her eyes as Gardon pushed open the entryway.

"Now announcing the arrival of her majesty Princess Blaze," The cat felt countless eyes turn in her direction from the ballroom below, "Ruler of the realm and Guardian of the Sol Emeralds!"

Music and endless claps rang loud, the cat opened her eyes and began her descent down spiralling stairs; there was a sea of overdressed people beneath her. Even as the noise enveloped her, even as she hardened her brows and began to make pleasantries, the feeling of her dress hugging at shoulders and hips toyed with her attention. That sensation, catalysed by the placement of knots down her back, endlessly kept Silver's chosen contact at the forefront of her mind. It was as if he was still hanging so close, brushing against her fur...

This was going to be a long evening.

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Princess of Asgardia

Summary: You are Thor & Loki’s younger sister, unfortunately you are forced to find a husband...royalty AU

Warnings: language

Pairings: Reader x James Bucky Barnes, Reader x Clint Barton, Reader x John Walker

Square Filled: Unrequited Love

Word Count: 6237 Main Masterlist

A/N: @avengersbingo my first and long over due entry to Avengers Bingo Rd 4

Sneaking out was always easier than sneaking back in, you tried your best to make it home before sunrise and today you almost made it. Of course, luck wasn’t on your side and you knew the staff would be around so you had to decide whether to trek back through the hidden passageways or tiptoe through the main rooms of the castle without being found out. At this time of day, neither was a great choice, but you quietly took off your shoes as you slipped through the main entrance to the palace and held your head high, as a princess should, as you passed the guards.

No one said a word to you, most likely knowing that tattling on the princess of Asgardia at this time of day would only become more of an issue for them, putting Odin or Frigga in a bad mood first thing in the morning would be no good for anyone. You began to relax, turning down the final hallway to your room, only to be greeted by your mother and your personal security, Brunnhilde, waiting for you.

“Mother, what a pleasant surprise first thing in the morning” you were trying your best to avoid any questioning on your whereabouts.

“Well, my dear, I wouldn’t be here if you were here when I came to you last night” she raised an eyebrow challenging me “and before you start formulating some plot in your head, I also asked the guards to notify me of your return. And yet all night, not a single person in the palace knew where you were.”

You knew you were caught, she knew you were caught and yet, you couldn’t find it in your heart to concede, “well then, it seems that I am once again the Hide & Seek victor.” Turning and entering your room, knowing the conversation wasn’t over, but you were too tired to argue with anyone right now.

“Before you even think about sleeping, Nebula will be here momentarily to prepare your bath, and I expect you to look presentable for breakfast with your father” you looked at your mother stunned, it’s as if she could read your mind.

“Why would father want to have breakfast with me when he has your beautiful face to admire?” Unfortunately that didn’t work as you had hoped, your mother just laughed as she walked out of the room with Brunnhilde, reminding you that your flattery will get you nowhere.

You took your time getting ready before heading to breakfast with your family, normally you wouldn't want to disappoint your parents but you had been up all night and there was little you could do to make yourself move any faster. Somehow you managed to make it to the dining hall just before your father, so you take that as a win, even if you hadn’t been able to sit before rising to greet him.

“Well, isn’t it nice to have the whole family together, it’s been so long” Odin looked around the table and seemed happy to have you all gathered together. You were immediately suspicious and looked to your brothers, trying to figure out what was going on.

Loki appeared to be as concerned as you were, but Thor seemed to have his normal idiot smile on his face and seemed more interested in the food being served than anyone at the table, typical. Rolling your eyes, you immediately grabbed your coffee mug, needing caffeine to make it through the morning in one piece.

“Since we are all here, why don’t you tell our children about the exciting news” your mother smiled around the table before picking up her tea. Loki immediately looked at you, you both knew something was going on and not liking it one bit.

“Right, of course my dear. We are hosting a gala, inviting all the surrounding kingdoms. Oh and my darling daughter, you will have a new security detail, he will be starting this afternoon after he is finished with Quill. And I know I don't need to remind you to be on your best behavior” your father eyed you with a small smirk, knowing that a suggestion to behave was pointless for him to make but decided to do so anyway.

You were doing your best to hide your emotions that were triggered by his statement, but watching Loki smirk in your direction while he ate only angered you more. “Thank you father, but Brunnhilde is excellent and I’ve grown quite fond of her. So, really, there’s no need for someone new” you smiled at your parents, holding your breath that your attempt would work, and hearing Loki snicker at you didn’t help your nerves.

“Be that as it may, the Valkyrie have important training and she is needed there. Don’t worry, it’s already done, you will be well taken care of and not cause any problems" with that, your father rose from his seat, all of you following suit and heading out of the dining hall.

You needed a few hours of sleep before worrying about your new security detail and how to get out of the palace by yourself. After your nap you decided a ride on your horse, Chocolate, was the best way to enjoy the day, so you were dressed and heading to the stables. Riding around the back pasture behind the palace was not your ideal choice, but if your parents found out you were out again without security, you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

The ride helped to clear your head a little, maybe a change in your security detail wouldn’t be so bad, you adored Brunnhilde, but would much rather have her as a friend to celebrate with rather than a watchdog, always on duty, never having fun. Taking your time to make it back to the palace, you notice your brother approaching and roll your eyes as you try to walk past.

“First day with new security and you decide to hide, tsk tsk sister”.

Rolling your eyes at him trying to irritate you more than you already were, “really Lokes, you of all people should be helping me here, not making matters worse!” You were toe to toe with him, and even if he still was several inches taller than you, you weren’t intimidated by him in the least.

He merrily scoffed at you “how am I making anything worse? I’m simply pointing out the error of your ways, I’m trying to help, unlike Thor” the last part muttered under his breath and made you freeze.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, you’ll see soon enough” and just like that he had disappeared as quickly as he had arrived.

You were debating if you should take the time to bathe Chocolate yourself or allow someone at the stables to handle it, now that you heard Thor was being himself more than usual, you didn’t have a choice and left the stables to investigate on what could have happened in the few hours you were away.

Making your way back into the palace, you headed for the kitchen first, just a small snack needed to tide you over until dinner. The staff was never surprised by your arrival, even if they did feel the need to bow, you always felt more like one of them than your royal lineage. Maybe that’s why all these changes were making you irritated, you knew what was expected of you, but you still hoped that your requests would be considered, marrying for love rather than obligation or convenience, it shouldn’t be too hard to ask for.

Heading back toward the throne room, you were stopped by Peter Quill, your father’s personal secretary. “Your Highness, I’ve been searching everywhere for you. You have a new security detail that you need to meet. Will you please follow me?”.

Deciding to get this encounter out of the way as quickly as possible you followed Peter to the throne room where you found your parents chatting with a rather handsome man.

"Ah, there she is, come daughter, you need to get acquainted with your new security detail. And remember, you are to be by her side at all times'' your father stated as you approached.

"This is Clint Barton, he will be your personal security going forward" Peter tells you as you smile at the new face.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Sir Barton, and father don't scare the man, he didn't mean at all times, just outside of the palace" you smile trying to make the encounter a bit more lighthearted.

"I know what I meant child, until you can prove that you won't be sneaking out unaccompanied at all hours of the day, then Clint will be with you at all times" his tone left no room for argument, but you were about to try and plead your case only for Peter to whisk the king away for something or other, you weren't really listening.

Sighing, you tried to give a genuine smile but felt too embarrassed to put any effort into it. Before you could decide what to do next you heard Thor's booming voice from the doorway, "and there is my beautiful sister, we've been searching for you".

As he approached, you noticed a man trailing behind him, he wasn't as tall as Thor but had the same arrogant demeanor about him and you could only hope he had nothing to do with what Loki had mentioned.

"This is my dear friend, John Walker" Thor patted the man on his shoulder as he pushed him closer to you.

"It's actually Duke John Walker" he immediately corrected but pretended to be humble to the title.

You were instantly irritated and wanted to run and hide but instead you smiled politely "Sir Walker".

At this point, the nicest thing you could do was to simply acknowledge the man, since it's not his fault your idiot brother dragged him around looking for you.

"Why don't the two of you go to the sitting room and I'll have the staff bring you tea" at that point you might actually ring Thor's neck if he opened his mouth again.

"Wonderful idea, Princess, shall we?" John held out his arm and you thought the day couldn't get any worse until you remembered your new, and very attractive, security that began to follow behind you towards John.

Instead of saying anything, you took his arm and lead him out of the room and down the hall. He immediately started commenting on the decor and how it differed from his estate, was this guy serious? But of course you could only smile, knowing speaking your mind would only cause a problem for you.

As you turned to the sitting room, John finally noticed Clint following the two of you and spoke up. "Thanks for the escort, but the princess and I will be spending tea alone" his arrogant and entitled tone rubbed you the wrong way but you were curious as to how Clint would react.

"As her personal security, she will not leave my sight" Clint told him as he made his way to the corner of the room with no intention of leaving. Realizing this could very quickly escalate into something ugly, you decided to intervene

"Sir Barton is very dedicated to his craft, so why do we sit and chat, I doubt we will even notice his presence" you motioned to the sofas and chairs in the center of the room.

Opting for a chair in order to leave as much space as possible between you and your brothers friend, you sat and waited for him to choose his seat.

"Of course, anything for you princess" he smiled at you and it nearly made you ill. You were raised to know exactly what to expect from people and what they expected from you, but moments like this, you had hoped you could just freely speak your mind and put entitled diplomats in their place.

John immediately got comfortable on the sofa next to you and began telling you all about himself. What a surprise. He drones on for what felt like hours. You were only slightly relieved when Anya arrived with a tray of tea and cakes.

"Thank you, it looks wonderful. Can we get another serving set for Sir Barton?" you motioned to Clint in the the corner as Anya nodded before slipping out of the room.

Stirring your tea you heard John scoff and looked at him questioningly. "Is something amiss?" trying your best to remain calm, you could guess what caused his reaction by the few minutes you had been around him so far today.

"Why are you thanking one servant and offering tea to the other?" You nearly laughed at his utter disrespect to another human solely for the reason he had a title and they didn't.

"Well, first of all, they are staff not servants and secondly, they are human beings. Everyone deserves kindness". You are looking at Clint when you make the final statement and see the slightest hint of a smile.

"Oh princess, how naïve you are" John chuckles and you immediately tense up as you watch him mock you.

At this point the smart thing to do would be to stay quiet and remove yourself before you threw a punch, but today was not that day. Glaring at the Duke, you decide to unpack everything on him, why the hell not?

"Tell me Duke, do you know my name?" That instantly caused him to quiet down before scoffing,

"of course I do".

"Just wondering, since you haven't used it since we met. It seems that you only have used my title" taking a bite of the cake on your plate, anxiously awaiting his response.

He didn't respond right away, presumably trying to recall your name but apparently came up blank. "Your position is power, princess. I acknowledge and respect that about you" he seems smug, as if he had just given you a compliment. Was he expecting you to thank him, boy was he going to be disappointed.

"My position seems to be more important to you than it is to me" you knew challenging him wasn't the best idea but you were hoping for him to get frustrated and storm out. "So tell me John, what is my name? Just wondering if you actually remembered it".

He looked shocked and you decided to push him further, you just wanted to get him to leave.

"Do you usually have trouble remembering names? What's the name of your mistress?" this time you waited for him to respond while sipping your tea.

"I beg your pardon? What sort of question is that?".

"Which one? You haven't answered a single one of my inquiries". Holding his eye contact was not nearly as difficult as you thought it might be.

"Why would you ask if I have a mistress?"

You shake your head "I asked her name, or do you frequent brothels?"

At this point he was turning red and completely flustered. "I have never been so insulted in all my days. Please give Thor my regards" as he stood, gave a pathetic excuse of a bow and stormed out of the room.

Humming happily you continued drinking your tea before turning to Clint, "you are welcome to sit and finish your tea. The chamomile tastes nice with the lavender shortbread"

Clint simply nodded before sitting in the middle of the sofa, rather than closest to you as John had. You weren't sure if striking up a conversation with him was the best approach but we're relieved by Anya returning to check on the tea.

She smirked at you the moment she entered the room, "scared him away did you, your highness?" Anya had been like an aunt to you since you could remember and knew you better than most,

"it seems I have, he was much more fragile than I expected. The tea is wonderful as always, it's a shame he missed the opportunity to enjoy it properly" you did your best to remain calm but a giggle escaped and Anya simply rolled her eyes.

Turning to Clint she whispered, making sure to be loud enough for you to hear "was she awful or did he deserve it?"

You held your breath, not sure how Clint had taken your encounter with John, you had yet to have a conversation with him and wasn’t sure what to expect.

“Walker's disrespect shouldn’t have allowed him into the palace, let alone a private meeting with Princess Y/N”

Relief came over you by his response, not only did he agree with Walker's attitude, but he used her given name. Wondering if it was just his nature or if he was actually agreeing with your reaction to Walker’s behavior, you weren’t sure, but you felt at ease with your new security, more than you had anticipated was possible in such a short amount of time.

“Well, I am going to try and get a nap in before dinner, thank you for everything Anya” smiling, you turned toward Clint. “Please feel free to stay and finish, I can assure you, I will be in my quarters until dinner”

He stood almost immediately, making you believe he didn’t trust you at all, until he spoke “I’d like to make sure you make it safely, seeing as Walker may be lurking about” then he opened the door for you with a smile.

Making your way back to your room seemed to take longer than usual but maybe because you were enjoying Clint’s company. He didn’t say much, and neither did you, but the quiet between you was comfortable and you decided that maybe the new security detail was a better idea than you had initially thought.

Once you were well rested, you dressed for dinner and were surprised to find that Clint was just outside your door when you opened it. The sight immediately put a smile on your face and he offered his arm to escort you to the dining room.

“I hope you weren’t waiting here all this time, that must have been quite boring” He simply smiled,

“I will do whatever is needed to keep you safe”. The simple comment made your heart skip a beat. You had never met someone so genuinely kind and handsome at the same time. Reaching the dining hall seemed to happen faster than you wished, but you entered the room, seeing you were the first to arrive, you wanted to prolong your time alone with Clint.

“So tell me, is you being assigned to me a punishment for improper behavior?” you smirked. Clint merely chuckled under his breath, and made his way to stand at his post during the meal, as you made your way to the table and immediately enjoyed your first glass of wine with a smile on your face.

Dinner nearly passed as any other until your father asked about your visitor.

“Oh yes, my dear friend John, how did that go? Will you be seeing him again?” Thor responded with a large grin on his face.

You simply stared at your brother, curious as to how he could lead an army into battle, and yet not see the true nature of the people he was closest to.

“The visit was fine, father. And no Thor, I won’t be seeing him. I would appreciate it if you kept your mind on your strengths on the battlefield and not match making. Your dear friend John, is nothing more than a title chasing misogynist, and I only hope his blatant depravity does not corrupt you as well” trying your best to seem unbiased while leaving no room to question your distrust of the man you were forced to have tea with against your will.

The gasp your mother had made gave you the relief you needed in that moment. Her simple expression of shock let you know that John Walker would not be welcomed back.

Thor on the other hand seemed confused, “did you not find him handsome?” Looking at Loki for some clarity as to what that had to do with the situation only made you ask for more wine in order to endure the rest of the meal.

Thankfully your mother and father took over the conversation with Thor and what sort of man you should be introduced to, allowing you to somewhat enjoy your meal. Not really paying attention to much of the rest of the conversation, you waited as patiently as you could for the dinner to end.

Once your father rose from the table, you were dismissed and made your way to the back gardens, with Clint’s accompaniment of course. Knowing you were to find your future spouse in the next few weeks was the only thing consuming your mind. If all of your suitor options were as dreadful as John Walker, you were certain to rather die a spinster than commit to anyone.

The following days were filled with your mother fussing over the details of the gala, the invitations and food preparations as well as you needing a gown. Thankfully, Clint was a better companion than you had anticipated and helped make the dreadful tasks so much better. Small talk came easily and you felt as though your life had been missing Clint this whole time and was now, finally, how things should be.

The night of the ball was no different, Clint by your side, making you feel secure and protected from anything and everything around you. Once your entrance was announced, something you utterly detested, you slowly made you way around greeting guests.

When you spotted John Walker, you took a deep breath before heading in his direction, Clint immediately stopped you. Without saying a word, but giving a pointed look, it was as if you were reading each other's minds.

Raising your head high you turned and were immediately approached by Lord Barnes, bringing a smile to your face.

"Princess Y/N, would you do me the honor of a dance" his smile nearly took your breath away.

"Of course, James, it would be my pleasure". You had always found Lord James Barnes handsome, a blind person would, but he was also the kindest and strongest man from the neighboring country of Brooklyn.

Dancing with James was wonderful, for such a large man, he was rather graceful on the dance floor. However, you knew a marriage between the two of you would never happen, as he was very much in love with Prince Steven. And against your better judgment you inquired on how the two were doing.

“Well, Steve is courting Duchess Margaret” James advised with a strain in his tone.

“Oh James, I had no idea, I’m incredibly regretful for mentioning him” you attempted to show your empathy, but you really had no idea what he was going through.

“Nonsense, I knew he would need to find a queen in order to take his rightful place on the throne. That is why I am here, I too am in need of a lady to carry on the Barnes lineage” James kissed your knuckles and bowed as the song ended.

Initially you were shocked by his comment, but you supposed that there were certain expectations that no one could avoid. Surprisingly, the remainder of the ball was enjoyable, you danced most of the evening. Meeting new people was a normal part of the monarchy, and although most seemed nice enough, no one captured your attention enough to allow yourself to be courted.

The next several weeks were more of the same, entertaining gentlemen from all of the surrounding kingdoms, making their intentions known to almost everyone they came across. As flattering as it was, there was not a single one you felt any sort of connection to, luckily, during this time you also had Clint to keep you company.

The two of you spent as much time outside of the castle as possible, riding horses and he occasionally provided you with lessons on archery, as it was his specialty. All too soon you were back in another family dinner centered around your possible suitors and who they would allow to court you properly.

“With all due respect father, I believe I should be the one to determine whom I allow to court me. It is, after all, my future we are discussing, my opinion should be the determining factor” smiling as best you could while trying your best to remain civil.

“Of course, we understand that, don’t we dear” your mother quickly spoke up before your father could make the situation so much worse. Odin sighed heavily, thoroughly exhausted with the situation still taking place, and did nothing to hide it.

“My dear, your future and happiness are the most important, however, I feel you may be quick to judge and I don’t want you to miss out your best option solely for the fact you think someone better might come along” your father immediately looks at your mother for confirmation on his statement, and you did not miss the small nod of approval she provided.

“Thank you father, and I promise to make a wise choice for myself and the good of the family” you responded, trying your best to appease him “however long that may take”. You smiled as politely as possible, you had no intent of choosing someone just to get it over with.

That evening your mother came to your chambers to assure you that your father only wanted what was best for you.

“My dear, remember that love, although incredibly important to a successful marriage, may not be there from the very start” the queen smiled as if that made any sense to you at all.

“How am I to marry for love if there isn’t love there?” you questioned immediately.

“Well my lovely daughter, a friendship built on trust and respect can turn into love, eventually. Look at your father and I, our marriage was arranged by our parents. We built a friendship first, it wasn’t until just before you were conceived that we truly fell in love with one another” she spoke with a smile on her face of the fondness of the marriage she had endured for all these years.

You were shocked to learn that their love story didn’t begin until after both Thor and Loki were born. When you were about to question the secrets she just revealed, she stopped you immediately.

“I know what you are thinking, my duty as queen came before all else. Our marriage was an agreement, and bringing heirs to the throne were our first priorities for the kingdom. During that time, your father showed me the man he truly was, through his respect and devotion to me and our children. Along the way, we both fell in love, and love produced you. My life has produced more happiness than I could have ever asked for, and only with your father by my side.” she kissed your head before leaving you for the night.

Presumably to sleep, but after that revelation, you were sure if you could possibly close your eyes without your brain running in every direction.

The next morning was much the same as every other day, except your mind kept reminding you, trust & respect, trust & respect. Knowing you wouldn’t be good company at the dining table, you had your meal brought to you in your room. Deciding the best way to get all the thoughts out of your head, you grabbed your journal and began to write.

By morning, you had a better idea of how to navigate your next steps with your options in courting. The day had progressed like any other, but you were definitely more astute to your interactions with Clint. You needed to know that the trust and respect was reciprocated before approaching him and your offer of marriage.

The more you spend time with him, you realized it had been much more than just trust or respect, you had begun looking forward to your time together, especially when it was only the two of you. By the end of the week, you had come to the realization that you were falling in love with Clint, and that excitement could barely be contained.

It was after a late dinner with the family, when Clint was escorting you to your chambers that you decided to address your feelings for him.

“Would you mind staying a moment, I have something I wanted to speak with you about” you motioned for Clint to follow you into the room.

He merely nodded and followed you, looking a little concerned when you began pacing the room. Taking a deep breath, you turned toward him and smiled, there was no reason to be nervous, you knew Clint and that he would be kind to you, no matter what.

“Since you’ve become my security, I’ve become rather fond of you,” you paused briefly to gauge his reaction, only to see the same stoic face you’ve grown to love.

Giggling to yourself you continue “you have become a dear friend with whom I trust and respect, but I’ve recently realized I am falling in love with you.” Seeing that his expression hadn’t changed, you decided to lay everything out to him in order to move things along as quickly as possible.

“This whole finding a proper suitor has been daunting, but it’s because I’ve been looking in the wrong place. You’ve been here, with me through all of it….and I know it’s not customary for a princess to make such a scandalous request, but I know, that if we married, we could both be very happy for the rest of our lives” you were smiling at Clint, waiting for him to break out the charming smile that he saves only for you, but his expression hadn’t changed while processing everything you had just divulged.

“Y/N….I can’t marry you” barely above a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear.

Rushing to him and grabbing his hands in yours, doing your best to reassure him “we can marry, my parents only want me happy, your status doesn’t matter”.

He looked deep in your eyes, giving you a small but sad smile, “it’s not that, I can’t marry you as I am already married”.

The anger at his blatant lie sprang up in you immediately, stepping away from him and dropping his hands as you crossed your arms over your chest. “You can just tell me the truth, you don’t need to lie to me” trying to sound strong but feeling completely defeated.

“I assure you, I wouldn’t lie to you, and especially not something this important. Laura and I have been married nearly 5 years now, and we are expecting our first child in a few months” he calmly explained but it only confused you.

“Clint, we have been friends for months, you have never once mentioned a wife or child on the way. You needn’t spare my feelings, you can just say that I’m not what you want, I can handle the truth.” Shaking your head you began pacing the room again.

“Y/N, it is true, I don’t discuss my personal life at work, but Laura expecting was what made me leave the active infantry and work in the castle.”

And that is when it hit you, this was a job for him. He didn’t even consider you a friend that he could confide in, you were just a job to him.

Your embarrassment was something you had never felt before, you couldn't even face him to ask him to leave your chambers. The only thing you could do was walk into your private bathroom, locking the door behind you, before attempting to draw your own bath.

The running water had hopefully drowned out the sound of your cries, once the sobbing had started, you weren’t sure you would be able to make it stop. You weren’t sure how long you sat there before the bathroom door was forced open and your mother came in, immediately pulling you into her arms while the maids completed getting the bath ready.

Once you had calmed down, your mother assisted you in getting in the bath and washing your hair. It had been so long since the two of you had quiet moments like this, and it was exactly what you needed while your heart was breaking. She never asked any questions, only took care of her youngest child as only a mother could, even cuddling with you in bed until you woke the next morning.

“My darling” she kissed your forehead as she stroked your back “you are the strongest woman I have ever met, you needn’t make any decisions today. We can stay here all day, take our meals here, read every book in the library, whatever you would like” her smile reassuring you that everything would turn out fine.

“Thank you mother, but I would rather be alone today, if that is alright” giving her the best smile you could muster. “Of course, whatever you need. I will have your meals sent in. I do have some things to take care of today.” Stopping her as she made her way to the door, “Mother, can you also have them bring me some paper and a quill? I have a letter I would like to write.”

As the sun was setting, your letter was written, the Asgardian seal embossed to it and ready to be delivered to its recipient. The only person who had come into your chambers today was your mother, the queen not allowing anyone near you was the most helpful in making your decision.

The next morning you exited your room, with a new determination, and a completely different outlook on your future, one that surprised even yourself. As expected, Clint was standing guard outside of your room, as you made your way toward the dining hall, but was wise enough to not say anything to you, allowing you to handle the situation you had put the two of you in.

Reaching the room seemed to take longer with no conversation, but it was for the best that you move past this with as much dignity as you could. Once he opened the door, you turned to him, he looked expectant and almost hopeful that your comradery would go back to how it had always been, but that was impossible now.

Instead you handed him the letter you had written yesterday. “Can you please have one of the palace footmen deliver this today? It is quite urgent” you gave him a small smile.

“Of course Y/N” he nodded, offering you a small smile as well.

You could have left it at that, but decided to make one final statement to him that would solidify your decision, so while he was still within earshot you replied “thank you Sir Barton”.

His shoulders immediately sagged when he realized you were putting up a barrier between the two of you that hadn’t been there since his first day in the palace. He wanted to say something, explain himself, but he knew nothing would undo the damage he caused by not being honest from the beginning and allowing you a false sense of hope, something he hadn’t intended but was nonetheless solely on his shoulders. As deemed by his position, he merely bowed at your request and made his way out of the dining hall.

The following day the castle was buzzing with excitement before you had even finished getting ready for the day. Not sure what was happening, you sent your maid to find out as much detail as you could before you even allowed her to pick out your wardrobe for the day. Once she made her way back to your chambers you demanded every last detail you could get.

“Well Princess, it seems there is a suitor here, demanding an audience with the King and Queen. We all know that only means one thing, he is bypassing courting you properly and is arranging an engagement with your parents!” she was shocked that any man would attempt such a thing, your strong willed reputation was known throughout the realms.

The smile on your face grew as she fastened your corset and you began picking up your jewelry. “As long as it’s Lord Barnes, that is not an issue” hearing her gasp at your comment made you begin to giggle.

“How do you know it’s Lord Barnes, I was saving that for the shocking reveal”

“Oh, I apologize for thwarting your plan. But Lord Barnes is here because I summoned him” you winked at her as she finished pinning your hair back.

Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor, “you summoned a suitor? Is that allowed?” whispering to make the innocent question seem scandalous.

“My dear, as Prince of Asgardia, the only way I will ever get what I want, is by taking it” you stood and made your way out of the room, not even glancing at Clint who was at his post as usual. Making your way to the throne room, you tried your best to walk at your usual pace, but today you had a mission to accomplish.

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TOTK Prequel Fanfic: In Three Years... [PART 1]

It’d been a few years since Ganon had been defeated–three years to be exact. After visiting all regions of Hyrule, Zelda and Link return to Hateno village to rest for a few months. Rebuilding efforts are underway and the Princess–now twenty years of age–couldn't be happier, especially now as Link is back at her side. The Silent Knight himself felt just as content; he was always happy so long as his Princess was safe and sound.

But the Princess wasn’t safe from her regrets.

Link’s house was simple and quaint, with only one floor and a loft. It was those little touches of color and light that Zelda brought into the residence–with Link’s permission–that made it feel homely for her. It might not look like much when you first open the door, but light the fireplace, bring out the eye-catching ceramics, add a few wildflowers in a vase for color, and it transforms into a place of warmth and comfort.

Zelda loved it so much that she asked Link if a cooking pot could be fitted in his home so she could learn to make all the unique dishes they had in their travels. He agreed to the idea, but only under the condition that she would follow a recipe and not her own. It was the first big addition to the house after a series of small ones and the princess was looking forward to doing more in the future–with Bolson’s help, of course.

She liked living the simpler life–but why? Zelda wondered this until she thought back to her early life in the Castle.

The cold, stone walls surrounding her.

The servants bustling in and out of her room.

The giant banners reminding her she was royalty.

And of course, the expectations that came with.

But here in Hateno Village, everyone showed nothing but unrequited love for their princess. The first day she moved to the village, she was given new clothes to wear, food to eat, and flowers to make her smile. The Mayor saw to it that every one of her needs were met, so long as the people could help it. All the elders taught her useful skills, such as sewing or preparing ink to write with.

But the children–goodness, those children!

They were especially fascinated with her highness, particularly for her knowledge of the wild; all it took was one small lesson on the different types of frogs there were on a rainy day, and the questions all came flooding in–the princess never felt so elated to answer them! It took parents calling their tiny scholars home for Zelda to finally catch a break. The Mayor’s daughter, Karin, gave her a big hug before running home, expressing how excited she was to learn more from the princess.

“Goodnight Miss Zelda!” The girl had said. It filled the princess with contentment; never had she felt so overwhelmed with open arms and joyful faces. Hateno Village was truly the place to call home.

But…

The more she pondered those smiling faces, why did it make Zelda feel more and more–guilty?

“Princess?”

Zelda shook her head out of her reverie. She was seated at the dining table, book in hand, with a half-empty plate beside her. “Y-yes?” she stammered. How long had she been staring off into space?

Link was standing by the door.

“I’m going to grab some rice and eggs from East Wind.” He said. “Do you want anything?”

“Oh–Milk,” Zelda said, forcing a smile. “I know I’ll sleep better after a warm cup of milk.”

Link nodded. He turned and reached for the door handle when he paused. Zelda looked up at him, anticipating a question from him. Instead, he shook his head–

“I won’t be long.” Link said before the door shut behind him.

That much was true. He wouldn’t take longer than ten minutes, which was all the time Zelda needed to get ready for bed.

Closing her book, she left it on the table to get changed up in the loft.

But as she undressed, the princess became lost in her thoughts again; this always happened after traveling through Hyrule for months. On the road, Zelda was never so distracted. Obviously, her mind had been occupied by the rebuilding efforts and the needs of her people that she hardly had the time to sit down and just be on her own. At some point under all that stress, Zelda was practically begging for a break from her duties–

But now that she and Link were taking an extended break after three years of almost non-stop travel, she suddenly felt–unease? Was that the right word?

Zelda wasn’t so sure; it wasn’t that she felt unsafe by any means, especially not with Link at her side, but those voices of doubt that once plagued her mind a hundred years ago somehow resurfaced, taunting her. She thought she was beyond those voices but seeing those faces–the faces of her current subjects, so few in numbers–they all had to adapt to living on the edges of the world because Zelda couldn’t stop the Calamity in time. The way they were living now, vulnerable to weather or monster attacks out in the wild, was because she had failed them long before they were born and they didn't even know it. The villagers were so welcoming to a long lost princess–

But if they found out that she was responsible for the kingdom’s downfall, how would they react? How would they treat her then?

Zelda thought about the elders of Hateno and the stories they told of their families; how their parents clamored to escape central Hyrule and the loved ones they lost amidst the chaos. To this day, none of them know if they have any surviving family members around the kingdom. If they somehow did, they're too old to travel alone and are far more vulnerable to the elements and monsters.

“It took a few decades for the village to feel safe here,” Uma had said to Zelda a day ago. “My husband wanted to start a family but I had that feeling in my heart that we needed to wait until the world was a little safer. My darling was upset with me–he thought I’d lied to him about wanting to settle down, but that was far from it.” The old woman sighed. “After five years, when those bokoblin hordes migrated towards the west, we all breathed a sigh of relief. My husband felt so guilty and apologized thereafter. We had our baby the next year and became the family we’ve always wanted.” Uma had smiled fondly at the last sentence. “Take it from an old woman–at some point in your life, you’re going to have to make sacrifices for the people you love, even if it hurts them.”

Those last words resonated within Zelda–why?

The princess laid awake under the covers, dressed in her nightshirt. It was all she could do while her mind raced with all the kingdom’s grievances post-Calamity.

Then she heard the front door click open followed by footsteps.

“Princess?”

It was Link. He was back from East Wind.

But rather than greeting him, Zelda remained still under the covers. She heard him call her again, then his footsteps walking up the stairs. She closed her eyes, and took slow breaths. She didn’t see him, but after a few moments of silence, she heard him descend to the bottom floor.

She hoped Link didn’t feel bad.

The night brought on a chill. Regardless if Zelda had the sheets on her person, her skin prickled as the core of her body shook violently–did Link forget to add fuel to the fire place?

Perhaps the window needed to be shut–but was it not already closed? Zelda remembered doing so.

Why was she so–

Cold?

Shaking, Zelda propped herself up on her hands and called for Link.

“Link–”

AHHHHHHHH!

Screams.

There were screams everywhere.

Zelda shot up from bed and looked around–it was dark, but from the cracks in the window, she could see a glow of red wisp seeping through. The Princess gasped and jumped out of bed, backing away.

“Link?” She called again. When no answer came, she ran downstairs to find the first floor of his house empty. Even the furniture was gone, all except–the dining table and the vase full of silent princesses, now wilted. Zelda looked at their pitiful state.

“But… these were just picked–”

The door burst open, but Zelda had no time to react when Link, in his tattered champion's tunic, grabbed her hand, and hauled her outside his house. She yelled in protest, but the Hero wasn’t listening–she didn’t even have a chance to look at his face. She tried to pry his hand off of her arm until she realized–they were no longer in Hateno, but a burning Castle Town.

And Zelda was no longer in her nightshirt, but her ceremonial dress. The sky burned an angry red color, and the sun’s rays felt more like a burning blaze than a gentle warmth. The Guardians, she saw, aimed at innocent, helpless, lives. Families–mothers, fathers, grandparents–and children–All vaporized in the blink of an eye.

It was all Zelda could do to not scream, but she had to keep running with Link.

They made it past the gates of Castle Town, but rather than veering off into the east, Link kept running straight ahead.

“Link! Where are we going?!” Exclaimed Zelda.

But he didn’t respond.

When they crossed onto the Sacred Grounds, Zelda finally ripped her arm free from his grip. She massaged her sore forearm and noticed the red marks where the Hero’s fingers had grappled her.

Link stopped just a few yards before her, his back turned to her.

“We have to find Impa!” The Princess called out to him. “She said she’d–wait for us…” Zelda trailed off. It was then she realized–how quiet the world became. Not even the wind blew.

But the sky was still red.

And Zelda felt even more cold.

“You failed.”

She looked up at the Hero.

“W-what?” she gasped. “Link–how could you–”

“Is it not true, princess?” He sounded so–so–Robotic. “You failed to unlock your sacred power–you failed to stop the Calamity.”

Zelda stood frozen in the center of the Sacred Grounds. She always felt weak and helpless–but Link never judged her. He would never say these things to her–unless this is how he truly felt about her.

“You’re–you’re not the Link I know.” Zelda said, growing in confidence. “The Link I know, he–he would never say these things because understands me!” She pointed at the imposter. “So tell me right now–who are you?!”

The puppet of Link started to chuckle in his voice–then the chuckle crescendoed into an evil cackle–and finally, maniacal laughter until his body slowly disintegrated into gloomy red wisps.

But now… there stood a familiar figure in the distance. Zelda’s eyes widened in shock.

“F-father?”

King Rhoam walked towards the Sacred Grounds from the south. Wait–

How did he escape Hyrule Castle? That was the last time Zelda saw him before he…

She shook her head.

“This–this must be a dream.” She said to herself.

“Oh no, Zelda.” said his voice in her head. “This is no dream, princess.”

The Princess looked up to see her Father standing before her–without a face. She backed away.

“I-I’m asleep and dreaming–” she told herself when she bumped into someone behind her. She spun around to see Urbosa–also faceless.

“No–this is reality.” She heard her voice in her head. “You did fail–one hundred years ago.”

“Now look at us–” said Mipha’s voice in Zelda’s head. The Champions appeared around Zelda, also faceless.

“Look at them.” said Daruk’s voice in her head.

Zelda soon found herself looking in every direction, seeing standing, faceless bodies of Hylians, Zoras, Gorons, Ritos, Grerudos–all Hyruleans, all of Zelda’s people. They all perished in the Calamity and Zelda now saw how many suffered.

“This is all because of you.” Revali's voice said in her head.

“Because you failed.” King Rhoam’s voice said. “And now you must pay the price.”

Zelda tried running in one direction but was blocked by a wall of faceless bodies, closing in on her. She tried running in another direction, but to no avail.

She was trapped–she had nowhere to go.

Zelda fell to her knees, tears falling from her eyes as she begged–

“Father! Urbosa!”

They all closed in on her.

“N-no! Please!”

And closer.

“I couldn’t–!”

And closer…

“Forgive me!”

And closer–

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Link sprang up from his cot and grabbed his knight’s sword before running up the stairs in one swift motion. His heart was beating fast–who or what got in his house? How could he not have heard–

He paused at the top of the stairs, only to see Zelda screaming and writhing in bed. Without a second thought, Link dropped his sword and hurried to her bedside. He reached for her flailing arms, trying to keep them from hitting him.

“Princess!”

“NO, LET ME GO!”

Her eyes were still closed as she fought him. Finally, Link pinned her arms down at her sides as he said–

“Zelda, open your eyes!”

When Zelda opened her eyes, she saw Link looking over her–then screamed at the sight of him. He stepped back, hands raised in defense in case she tried striking him–not that she would ever do that to him, but with the state she was in, Link wasn’t so certain. He kept his distance.

"It's okay.” He said.

Zelda's eyes had so much fear in them. She was a sweaty mess and her hands gripped the bed sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"It’s okay," Link said again. “It’s me.”

After a moment, Zelda slowly looked around the room. The fireplace was still lit, but the fire burned low. And the moonlight glowed a pale white through the window.

No red sky–no faceless people.

And Link was here with the most concerned expression she’s seen from him.

Zelda felt for the center of her chest–her heartbeat was finally slowing down as reality settled in. Then she broke down crying into her hands.

Before Link could say anything, there was an urgent knock on the door. Zelda became fearfully quiet.

“Link!” called a man’s voice from outside. “Is everything alright?!”

Link took one look at Zelda before hurrying down the loft to answer the door. When he opened the door, Thadd, Nack, and Rhodes greeted him with pitchforks and a farming hoe.

“We heard screaming,” said Thadd. “It sounded like the Princess. Is she alright?”

“...Ah.” Link hesitated to reply. “She’s, uh…” He stopped when he heard sniffling up the loft. He sighed, turning back to the men.

“She will be alright. I can’t say anymore than that.”

The men didn’t appear all too satisfied with that answer, but they weren’t going to argue with him. Not at this hour anyway.

“Let us know if there’s anything we can do to help,” said Nack. “You know I live close.”

After saying their goodbyes, Link quietly shut the door. He didn’t hear Zelda crying anymore, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t upset. He took the stairs to the loft and when he made it into her field of view, he saw her curled up on the bed, clutching onto her pillow.

Link carefully approached her and knelt down by her bedside. He took her hand into his.

"It was only a nightmare." He said.

"No, it wasn’t…!” She cried. “It was the Calamity! All those people–the ones we saw in Castle Town when the Guardians cornered them and they… they…!"

Link reached for the bedside drawer to pull a clean cloth; he held it up to her.

“Here.”

Zelda slowly craned her head up and took the cloth with a shaky hand. She sat up slowly, wiping the sweat and tears off her face. Link gave her a moment to compose herself. She dropped her hands into her lap and took a ragged breath.

“That’s not all,” she said. “It wasn’t just Hylians, but all the other races and…” She looked down at the cloth in her hands. “Our friends... My father… they said I had failed them…!”

Her face twisted with grief as the tears began to flow once more. Link sat by her side.

“I know there’s no changing the past, but I can’t help this–this feeling of guilt when the people of Hyrule are still struggling…” She closed her eyes, recalling what the elders of Hateno had told her and the people's plethora of needs. The burden weighed on her heart like lead.

“How can I protect the people if I’ve already failed them once…?”

Zelda felt Link’s hand atop of hers again. She looked up at him with a tear-stained face; there was a tenderness in his eyes that soothed something in her soul.

“My Princess,” He said softly. “Before I was appointed to you, I had made the decision to not speak. That decision has taught me to be grateful for becoming a Knight of Hyrule–but it has also taught me to listen. Of all the people whom I’ve had the pleasure–or displeasure–of meeting, none of them compared to the struggles that you’ve endured.” Link closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the times Zelda had been berated and yelled at by her father. “You did everything you could to fulfill your destiny–even if the attempt was futile, you still tried because you had hope that something would come of it. You did it out of love for your people, and because of that-you yelled at me in frustration, but I understood why." He chortled slightly at this before turning solemn. "You don't realize how many people love you or, at least, learned something from you-I know I have.” His brows furrowed with self-reproach. “During the trial of the sword, I failed so many times for days on end–every time I reawakened before the sword’s pedestal, I… I thought that the sword was wrong in choosing me. I was ready to give up until I remembered all the sacrifices you made–how you never stopped trying, no matter how futile the attempt was.” Link shook his head. “I wasn’t going to let your efforts go to waste. I was determined to keep trying, no matter how long it took, so that I’d be strong enough to defeat Ganon. I wanted to defeat him, to free you, because…”

Link stopped.

He told himself he would never mention this to anyone, let alone Zelda. The words that lingered on his tongue would make him a burden to her, something he forbade himself to become; he was her knight and that is how it should be, nothing more than that–

“...Because what?” Asked Zelda. She looked so helpless–she needed comfort, and he was the only person who could give her that. But if he said these words, their relationship would forever change. Was Link prepared to go through with it?

Yes. He most certainly was.

“...I wanted to see your beautiful smile again.”

He couldn’t even look at her while saying those words.

Zelda was speechless–this was how he felt all along?

All these years, she thought Link was only trying to save face because of her royal status–but hearing him open up, realizing that she’d always been on his mind from the moment he was at her side…

It made her cry even more.

Link appeared worried and was beginning to regret everything he said so intimately to her highness when she leaned into his chest.

“Link, hold me–Please…” She begged.

How could he say no?

He held her close in his arms, and Zelda never felt so safe and relieved.

[END OF PART 1]

#fanfic #post botw #prequel #tears of the kingdom #fanfiction #zelink #zelda #link

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pastelavender88 · 2 years

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Sinboud- Chapter 1

Summary: We see what everyone has been up to since Chapter 24 of Right Person, Maybe Wrong Time.

Previous Series Masterlist

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It’s been around 4 months since I told Eddie about my pregnancy and things have been going great. A house opened up near Alex and Christopher’s school and we were able to quickly purchase and move into it. Thank god for a recession and royalty checks. I’m around 5 months pregnant and now my stomach is a little hard to hide. So I’m always being petted by my boyfriend, kids, family, friends, and even strangers. It’s “amazing”. The morning sickness, which I never understood why they call it that if it’s all day, came and went. Now, I’m just around the house all-day complaining about swollen ankles, and a sore back. Don’t even get me started on my boobs, I mean if I lay on my back long enough I’m 100% sure they're gonna choke me out. Everyone has adjusted to living together and our routines have developed. Eddie is on morning duty. He has to wake up the kids, shower, wake the kids up again, start breakfast, make sure they're dressed properly and they brush their teeth, make them eat, then take them to school. Oh and of course my morning kiss, while I’m still half-asleep. I’m on afternoon and night duty. Which is pretty much making dinner, making sure they shower, and they head to bed on time. Ever since I told Eddie I was pregnant he’s been really concerned about my diet. He tries to make me eat “healthier” which means he’s tried to deny everyone in the house of snacks and sweets. Except now that he’s a firefighter again, he’s not always here. So I can eat my cravings of philly cheese steak sandwiches with Oreo Ice cream in peace. All and all, things have been great.

Buck invited everyone over for dinner tonight so we were all huddled up in his dining room waiting for him to finish cooking. Buck was kind of just talking aloud when he directed a question towards Eddie. “So it doesn’t bother you?“ Eddie looked up from his game with Alex and Christopher confused. “That Bobby didn’t even consider either one of us for interim captain?”

“Not really. Just got back to the 118. Clearly it’s bothering you.” Eddie said.

“Listen, don’t get me wrong, I think Lucy is whatever.” Buck started.

“Understatement of the year but sure.” I said.

“Y/n, shh. She’s great but she’s out. You know, I think it’s weird that he’s struggling to pick a replacement when he has so many excellent options right under his nose.”

“Like you?” Eddie asked.

“Naw, I think he’s talking about Chim or Hen.” I replied.

“Haha. I’m serious. It’s like he’s choosing not to see them and everything they have to offer.”

“Time.” Eddie called in reference to the game him and the kids were playing. “Aw, y’all win next time.” He turned back to Buck. “What are you offering?”

“Right now, Bobby’s famous lasagna.”

“And his handsome face.” I said in a teasing manner.

“Yeah, that too.” Buck said, playing along with the joke. “This lasagna has 6 types of cheese and it’s cooked to perfection.” He grabbed the lasagna out of the oven and brought it over to the table. “Okay, very hot. Don’t use your hands.”

“Is it just my pregnancy or is that making anyone very hungry?” I asked,

“It does look good.” Eddie said.

“Smells really good, too.” Christopher confirmed.

“It only took me three tries to get it right.” Buck said.

“I’m not sure you get three tries on the job. At least not without a significant body count.”

“I just want to know what these other candidates have that apparently I don’t.” Buck questioned.

“Buck, you don’t even have a couch.” Christopher teased. Everyone besides Buck started to giggle at his remark.

“Seriously dad, it’s getting sad.” Alex added.

“What does that have to do with being fire captain?”

“Nothing…” Alex said.

“...It’s just plain weird.” Christopher said, finishing Alex’s statement. Everyone chuckled again.

“My last two couches came with girlfriends.”

“I think you mean your last two girlfriends came with couches. Taylor moved out, what, 4 months ago, Buck? You could have replaced the couch by now.” Eddie said.

“Uh, well, maybe I don’t want to pick the wrong couch again.” Buck replied.

“Maybe that’s how Bobby feels about interim captain.” Eddie said.

“Listen Buck, I have no idea how this whole thing works or what the criteria is but I’m sure Bobby not choosing you doesn’t have anything to do with your performance as a firefighter or anything else. I mean look at everyone around you. They’re all extremely qualified. Just relax.”

“It’s easier said than done.” Buck said.

“You know what isn’t? Feeding us. Let’s eat.” Alex called out.

“Fine, fine. Hold your horses.” We all ate dinner and made small talk here and there.

Eddie’s POV

Chimney was telling us about the situation between Maddie and him and when he turned to me for advice. “Oh don’t ask me. I once asked Shannon to sneak out of my house so Christopher couldn’t see her. Plus Y/n and I did that all the time.”

“You see? Compared to that, I’m as chivalrous as Sir Galahad.” Chimney said.

“Or as delusional as Don Quixote. I don’t understand. Isn’t this what you’ve been wanting? What the two of you been working towards?”

“It is, it just feels like I’m waiting for…something.”

“Well all those times Y/n and I were sneaking around. We both told ourselves it was to protect the kids or Buck. The truth is deep down we were just protecting ourselves.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Chim asked.

“You didn’t skip the morning after conversation, Chim. You delayed it.” Bobby replied.

“And you added a whole new complicated layer.” I said.

“I had a one-night stand with my ex. I don’t know what the rules are.” Chim explained.

“Maybe that’s what you need to find out.” Bobby said.

Buck’s POV

Alex was spending the night which she rarely does now due to the new house and the baby on the way. I was getting dinner situated when Alex began to talk.

“Dad?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” I turned to face Alex.

“If I ask a question, do you promise you won’t get mad?”

“What? Why would I get mad at you for asking a question?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes adults don’t like when kids ask them questions. Can you just promise?”

“Of course, I promise. Wassup?”

“Do you still have feelings for my mom?” She looked down at the counter.

“Uhh…” I wasn’t sure how to respond.

“I promise I won’t tell anyone. It’s just you seemed sad when I told you mom was pregnant and now with you not getting captain…”

“Hey, kiddo, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m okay.”

“I just don’t want you to be sad. I would come over more it’s just that I like Chris and Eddie. Not more than you, but still. Plus the baby, she’s growing more and more by the day.”

“She?”

“Well, we don’t know yet but I think it’s a girl. Chris thinks it’s a boy. If it is, I'm literally gonna gag.”

“Alex, just be happy for a little sibling.”

“I am. It’s just that I would prefer a girl.” I let out a chuckle. “Seriously, dad are you okay?”

“Alex, I’m okay. I don’t like you mom. At least not in that way. She’s with Eddie and they’re having a baby, and I’m getting used to being on my own. Well not alone, I’ve got you.”

“You’ve still got mom to dad.” She wrapped her arms around me.

“Yeah, I got her too.” To be honest, I was still head over heels in love with Y/n but she’s with Eddie, and as his best-friend I needed to be happy for them. No matter how much it hurt me.

I’m back! How’s everyone? There’s a lot in store for this season but it will no doubt be shorter than the other book.

#eddie diaz x reader #Eddie Diaz #eddie and christopher #evan buckley #past evan buckley x reader #evan buck buckely #original child character #911 fic #911 fanfic #911 on fox #911

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oneofthemillionarmy · 2 years

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The Impossible Order | Ch. 8

Summary line: Mr. Min is a stoic boss who will never outwardly show appreciation for you. Not until you’re gone does he recognize how much you do. And what you do matters to him.

ceo!Yoongi | best.friend!Hoseok | romance, fluff, angst, and stuff

Loosely inspired by Secretary Kim and this third bullet point of the prompt list

Start from the beginning | Last Chapter

A/N: I tried researching on Jubilee celebrations in Bhutan, because I tend to want accuracy in my stories so they can be realistic, however Bhutan is small and relatively closed off from the rest of the world. I got some great sources, but nothing complete so this may end up looking like a very westernized and/or fake celebration…

“Prince and Princess, Mr. Min is here with his entourage.” Bhutan security announces Mr. Min, Seokjin, and you into the private dining room of a restaurant near the palace.

“Mr. Min, it’s wonderful to see you again”, the Princess gets up to greet Mr. Min.

“Yes. Hello, Princess Jamphel. You remember Seokjin and Y/N.” Mr. Min gestures to you and his best friend by his side. The Princess greets you and Seokjin as well.

“This is my brother, Prince Loday. He did not accompany me to meet you the first time because he was working on other arrangements for other guests who are coming in from out of the country as well.

“Please sit, we have the chef recommended lunch here.” Mr. Min is led to his seat next to the princess on her left, you on his right. Seokjin sits next to the Prince.

Without any prompts or gestures, the food is brought in bronze plates by servants lined up as strict as the military. Perhaps it’s because Mr. Min and Seokjin have already eaten breakfast and you only had coffee so far, because you’re trying your hardest not to scarf down the food and eating with as much decorum as you can muster in front of royalty, while Seokjin and Mr. Min take their time to adjust to a different culture’s taste.

Despite most of your focus is on how scrumptious the food is, you’re still listening to the conversation; organizing the information in your head that the Prince and Princess is giving to the men, regarding culture and the process of the ceremony. You already memorized it all on the plane ride here, and debriefed your employer and his colleague. However, you’re pretty sure they both need a refresher; Seokjin because he generally requires 2-3 times to retain large amounts of information and Mr. Min because you can tell by the twitch in his hands that he is missing his lunch coffee and he needs a distraction. Seriously, this man may need to go to rehab for his caffeine addiction.

“Do you have any questions, Mr. Min? Mr. Kim?” The princesses brings her gaze towards Mr. Min and smiles at him. Mr. Min nearly twitches as he smiles back at the princess and politely says, “I believe your information has been very thorough. It sounds like a wonderful experience; I’m very grateful that I get to witness this myself.”

“Absolutely. It’s not every day Bhutan celebrates a queen’s Jubilee.” The prince moves to a new subject, “Speaking of which, my sister showed me some pictures of the queen’s gifts. I must say, my sister made a wonderful choice to have the biggest player in the gemstone industry to be assigned to the task. My sister has always been a big fan of your work and she really wanted to meet you for a long time. She may be a princess, but you are her celebrity.”

The princess shoots a sisterly warning look towards her brother as he laughs it off. Seokjin is attempting to hide his shit-eating grin as he tips his glass back towards his lips and shoots his own look to his friend. Mr. Min’s hand retreated to his lap as he twitched hand even more. Seokjin is dead to him for the rest of the lunch now. Since you are clearly his only confidante in this situation, he resorts to having you break the tension. Mr. Min lightly kicks your foot, almost catching you off guard.

“Prince Loday, Princess Jamphel, I believe I read somewhere that your queen has been extremely forward thinking in solving the environmental issues within your country for the past 8 years, is that true?” Seokjin smirks at you because he knows Mr. Min put you to it to change the subject. The princess doesn’t look to mad at that either; quite relieved towards you actually.

“Yes!” The princess immediately jumps in to the conversation before her brother could chime in. Enough of this teasing; her mother has made some very important feats to her country.

“Unfortunately, our country being where it is, is at risk of being severely affected by global warming: forest degradation, soil moisture, and crop diversity, to name a few. My mother has been in diplomatic business trips to discuss with the United Nations for an environmental support program. We are aiming to implement a 2030 long-term vision strategy with the UN assisting us. My mother is very ambitious, she has been researching passionately, mainly in water resources for rural, urban areas.”

“That’s quite impressive. I do believe our company is also looking into self-sustaining energy by 2030 as well, but nothing as remarkable as leading a whole country through environmental issues. Congratulations to your mother. She’s an inspiration for making such a vital footprint for environmental wellbeing within Bhutan.” You exchange with Princess Jamphel. Of all the overarching projects you get to work with, self-sustaining energy has been a very interesting project for you.

“Y/N, please make a note to organize a sizable donation to Bhutan on behalf of Genius Design.” Mr. Min attempts to speak subtly to you, as it’s not supposed to be an announcement, but Princess Jamphel overhears his words and smiles, “Thank you for your contribution, Mr. Min.”

“Yes, Mr. Min. I will take note.” for Jungkook, you think loudly, hoping that Mr. Min can hear your thoughts and be reminded that after this, you are back on your sabbatical. Since you know it’s not possible, in your head, you’re underlining, bolding, and circling Jungkook’s name on your mental notepad.

“This is also Bhutan’s first Diamond Jubilee for any Queen Regnant,” Princess Jamphel returns to admire her mother, “Most queens are much older by the time their sons reach 21, so it won’t take long until the queen turns 65, but my father passed before my brother was born, so my mother had to become Queen Regnant for a long time. She will turn 65 in three years, and that’s when she will step down.”

Your watch blinks to you it’s notifications and you notate the time. You lightly pat the napkin on your lips, “Pardon my excuse, I will be leaving to fetch the ceremonial outfits now.”

You’re excused by the table and leave the room. As soon as the doors are closed behind you, you breath in and let out a huge breath, whipping out your phone to make a quick call to Hoseok’s hospital to check in on his status. No change.

~•~

Mr. Min has never been to a royal ceremony before, and this was definitely a cultural learning experience. He stifled many yawns over the course of the celebration; not that he was bored or the celebration wasn’t stimulating in his observances, but he was without his coffee in the past 7 hours. Between Seokjin’s subtle pokes at his side when it looked like Mr. Min could have given up his energy, and Y/N’s soft whispers in his and Seokjin’s ear about what was happening, who is who, and any details about the ceremony that wasn’t informed during the lunch meeting, Mr. Min was able to get through the ceremony without dozing off or stressing out.

The people of Bhutan had many gifts and blessings to offer to the queen since the beginning of the queen’s arrival. Prior to that, the queen had traveled through the main road to greet her citizens. When the prince and princess finally present the queen with their gift, it will end the beginning of the ceremony and move to an hour of prayer to their religion. The queen was beautiful and dignified as she took the steps up the palace and acknowledged the three of you on her way up, as well as all the other international ambassadors and dignitaries.

You watched as the queen passed the two of you and came up to her children, who bowed to her and unveiled Seokjin and his team’s work. Everyone you could see and feel within your peripheral were nearly climbing over each other and tiptoeing to see the crown jewels. Mr. Min also felt it because you also saw in your peripheral that he lowkey puffed out his chest in pride when you both heard whispers and gasps. Princess Jamphel took a glance at Mr. Min, also noticing his posture straighten, and smiled with a nod. Mr. Min nodded back and you felt him shift because Seokjin elbowing him which caused him to lean into you a little bit. You shot them both a look reminding them where they are and they refocused their attention towards the queen again. You whispered basic translations to Mr. Min and Seokjin to let them know what was going on and preparing them for what’s going to heappen next.

Prince Loday gently placed the crown on his mother and Princess Jamphel handed her the scepter and orb into each of her hands. There was a rumble of drums, gradually growing louder and louder as the queen slowly turned. There was a hard stop, which made you question whether or not you’ve gone deaf or not, and everyone bowed towards the queen. You’ve never been in the presence of royalty before but you felt the air filled with authority from the queen and respect from her people.

The prayer session was pretty individualistic in terms of how it went. Everyone filed in line at the bottom of the palace and slowly went in turns to recite their prayers and presenting offerings to the Buddhist alter table. The royalty did so and the queen prayed for her country at the top of the stairs. The three of you also took your turns at the bottom of the steps too. You went first because you learned the mantras and said it to a certain volume that wasn’t disrespectful to others but Mr. Min and Seokjin can both hear it.

Since you were a little hasty this early afternoon eating the Bhutanese cuisine, this time you could really savor the flavors. Bhutan quite likes their spice because almost every dish had chilies and absolutely full of spice that you can taste in each part of your mouth. Normally you’re not much of a spicy person. Yoongi side-eyes you because he knows this all too well from client lunches and dinners and secretly spooned the spicy dishes from your plate onto his. Although you looked at him with gratitude, you at least took a spoon back and looked at him; letting him know by your eyes that you want to at least try everything in order to be respectful. So instead, Yoongi poured all three of you some water, deliberately placing yours in your hands. You were quite grateful to him for that as well because you needed a sip after one bite of each of the foods. At some point, Yoongi just wordlessly brought the rest of your food back on to his plate.

After the dinner, a series of dances were prepared for Her Majesty, similar to that of a parade, where groups of people danced through the crowd, each group wearing a different color. You couldn’t help yourself but record some of these dances since it didn’t really seem like there was a restriction towards it. Seokjin also joined you in it and shared his powerbank with you too. That’s when Yoongi couldn’t help himself to shake his head and you and Seokjin, but he couldn’t stop you two, especially seeing how happy you two seemed to be and chatting pointing out certain movements or outstanding dancers. The daylight already settled down and fire posts were being lit for people to continuing viewing the performances.

The arts and crafts celebration portion were where the citizens craft important symbols and animals of their culture. This lady provided instructions to children on how to fold, color, cut, and glue the different crafts they could make. You three were standing at the back of the table, watching the lady’s directions so you guys could follow along, since the rest of the adults clearly already knew what to do. You made a takin, Mr. Min made a raven, and Seokjin made the Himalayan blue poppy. The three of you lowkey started reverting to childlike behavior, as you are surrounded by children who are also playing with you all; you started making skits with the animal that another child made next to you. Mr. Min and Seokjin joined in and the child directed the play between all the animals.

The child clearly took a liking to Yoongi, because she lowkey pushed you away to stand next to him and act out her raven and his raven is going through a marriage ceremony, with your takin officiating the ceremony, making you and Seokjin giggle nonstop.

You went to get some water and Seokjin continued playing with the children while Yoongi found a way to redirect the child to playing with Seokjin as well. Taking a glance back to the child to make sure she didn’t follow him, he searched around to find you taking a sip of your water and came to your side.

“Shouldn’t you be with your new wife?” You teased, lower your cup while he poured himself his own.

“Shut up.” You both shared a lowkey awkward silence and continued sipping your cup. Or at least, you felt it was awkward as you were slowing drinking your water, figuring out what to say next because Yoongi is just staring at you from the side of his cup.

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself.” He noted. Your cup tilt back as you turned your head to watch people enjoy the cultural festivities.

“I mean, it’s been fun! A lot of cultural learning, beautiful dances, good food (but a bit spicy for me, but it was still good!), and the queen seems awesome!” You gushed at everything you’ve learned and experienced about the culture. Yoongi lightly smiled towards you, “I’m happy that you’re enjoying yourself.”

You looked up at him, your expression turning neutral, trying to hide your surprise. You knew he was looking at you! Every 20 minutes, you caught him glancing towards you since you lined up to wait for the queen.

“I…I just wanted to make sure that you’re okay for this trip.” Yoongi begins, “I know that this trip happened abruptly. I know you’re going through a lot personally. But if you’re at least enjoying it, I guess that’s all I can hope for while you’re here.”

There’s no way that he’s been worried about you. There’s no way that he’s been silently checking on you. Your expressions, your looks, your physicality if you’re too tired or not. The way that you’ve been carrying Seokjin and him on your back trying to make them presentable to royalty. The way that you’ve been taking care of him on the plane and car rides here. He knows you probably haven’t slept more than 3 hours at a time with the hectic schedule that you’ve had all day. He knows that this water break is almost the first time in the past 10 hours that you took a break at all. There’s no way that he’s been watching you for this reason.

Your cup nearly slips from your grip but you’re able to catch yourself. Although it was slight, Yoongi also saw it and instinctively shoots his hand out to grab it too. Your hand feels his warmth as he secures your grip.

Over the course of these years, you’ve had countless training on deescalating sexual tension between you and your boss. 7 accidental gentle touches when you both reach for the same file. 8 times where he catches you when you almost fall; 3 times where he catches himself before he falls with or against you. Twice where you were both stuck in an elevator for 2 hours. And a few times where he was feeling extra cheeky for no reason. Even last night when he flirted with you in the airport; it wasn’t your finest evasion technique, but as long as the conversation ended quickly, that’s all you an ask for.

You would never let yourself be caught in this situation where you get the awkward, sexual tension silence, especially not with your boss. Each time, you quickly move yourself away and return to the original conversation. Normally you wouldn’t really think anything of it, as you feel like it’s part of your job. He probably doesn’t even notice or feels the tension on all those times, so you’re not worried about him. It just helps you continue going through the day without staring blankly into space thinking about it.

Despite his intense gaze that heats up the back of your neck, your professional will is stronger and today is no different. As the moment his hand envelops yours, you bring your other hand up to take the cup and take another sip. But this time, you’re pretty sure Yoongi finally caught what you were doing and quickly withdraws his hand too. You ignore it to the best of your abilities and look away, “I appreciate the concern, Mr. Min, but I’ll be fine.”

His stare is burning through the side of your head but you shake off the feeling before that feeling of awkwardness resurfaces. Luckily, both of you are saved by the ringtone before you have to change the subject or Yoongi is able to process what just happened to everything that just happened.

“Excuse me, Mr. Min.” You quickly turn away from him and everyone to take the phone call. There is quite a bit of background noise from the festivities so you walk away further to take the call.

Yoongi tilts his head as he looks at your retreating figure and looks up just in time to see Seokjin staring back at him with the shittiest-eating-ass grin he’s ever seen in his entire life. Yoongi is just about to raise his most used finger towards his friend before a new voice captures his attention.

“Mr. Min.” Yoongi turns forward to see Princess Jamphel looking careful to find her words, “I wanted to know if you’d be interested in staying for the rest of the weekend for some more of the festivities. There will be some horseback riding, kite-flying, and games.”

“I –”

“Mr. Min!” Princess Jamphel and Yoongi looks up at the same time to see you running towards him. You bow to the princess before you turn to him, “I have urgent business to return home immediately.”

“What’s goin –"

“It’s personal.” Knowing what that means, Yoongi nods, “Go ahead.”

“Thank you.” Your figure escapes his vision in the darkness, making him feel like, for the first time, that you’re leaving his side. He almost forgets, “Mr. Min?”

“Yes, princess?”

“Would you like to stay for the rest of the weekend?”

“Apologies, princess. Unfortunately, I have other matters to attend to. Please let your mother know that Genius Design would humbly accept another chance to work with the country of Bhutan. Please excuse me and my associate, we must cut our trip short.” Yoongi bows and turns away from the Princess, Seokjin following quickly as he’s been observing the whole thing.

The princess turns away from Genius CEO, and returns to her brother’s side.

“So? How’d it go?”

“I was not wrong.” The princess wipes away any disappointment on her face and returns her neutral but dignified expression towards her people, “He likes her.”

Back at the hotel, Mr. Min comes by to visit your room to see if there’s anything he can do to assist you, but it seems that you have already checked out.

“Did y/n get a chance to tell you why she had to leave?” Seokjin asks, one of his hands are in his pockets as he drinks his water.

“She only said it was personal.” Seokjin slowly nods and says his good night before he returns to his own room.

If only he were able to speak to you, Yoongi would have told you that he’d return with you. Since you’re already gone and everything else is laid out in the original plans, it seems like he’ll be leaving in the morning, at least 10 hours after you. Yoongi sighs and falls on his back on the bed with his hands supporting his head; replaying in his head the last 5 minutes he’s had with you tonight.

There are only so many reasons that would take for you to leave his side. And the only one that he goes back to, is that your friend is awake.

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sweetestberryofthebunch · 2 years

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The one where Denali learns something important

Thursday rolled around and Rosé‘s pink monster of a leather jacket still hung over the bedframe of Denali‘s bed. Neither of them had addressed it since the weekend, let alone spoken a word to the other in general. But Denali had caught herself several times spying the dining hall or the green hills between the main building and the Lake house for a pop of electric pink at least twice. It turned out that the McCorkell sisters rarely spent time on Campus, only really sticking around for their classes. And when they were, she would usually find them in a group of three, sometimes joined by a few others, but always secluded. Either in one of the corner booths in the Dining hall, the very popular ones cause you could sit sheltered from the long tables filled with chattering students, or, on sunny days, the three colourful heads of hair could be spotted down by the lake, under the willow tree where a few tables and benches were assembled. Those were the times when other students would swarm around them like eager little worker bees, offering their services to the three queens. Especially Jan could sometimes barely make her way down to the lake without a whole pack of her classmates swarming around her, the poor girl too polite to turn them down, smiling at her sisters apologetically every time. Lagoona usually just laughed, shooing Jan‘s classmates away with a have of her hand like a swarm of mosquitoes. Rosé obviously never failed to drop a snarky remark, clearly having her fun with the whole thing. It didn’t go past Denali how none of Rosé‘s classmates ever dared to even step in her way. While Lagoona and Jan often struggled to make their way through the hallways, crowds seemed to part for Rosé wherever she was. It was a phenomenon freshmen and upperclassmen participated in alike.

To Denali, it looked downright ridiculous. The oldest of the McCorkells got treated more like a deity than a person. It was hard to tell if people parted crowds for her out of adoration or fear. Either would be an absolute joke.

A few days ago, as she sat with Olivia in the empty dining hall, escaping Jasmine and Daya fighting over the space in their closet to have a moment of peace an calm, Denali brought the topic up.

„Have you ever noticed way everyone treats Rosé and her sisters like royalty? It’s so weird!“

Olivia looked up from her notes, genuine surprise written all over her face. „What do you mean?“

Denali cocked her head to the side. „Liv, you’ve been here over a year longer than me, you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed the way everyone turns into little minions the moment one of them enters the room!“

„Oh“, Olivia‘s eyes widened in disbelief and she dropped her pen, „You don’t know?“ She folded her hands to rest her chin on them, taking a deep breath as if she was about to pack out an entire storybook. Denali took a sip of her coffee and listened adamantly.

„Have you ever watched Downton Abbey? That show with the rich English people and the funny accents? Rosé‘s dad plays one of the Scottish Lords in the early seasons. Overseas he’s like, a big deal.“

Oh. That’s why the name had sounded so familiar!

„Anyways, that’s just Rosé‘s dad. Their mom divorced him after less than a year. She’s like, a big name at Versace. Ask Gigi or Nicky, they’ll know more about that. Anyways, Lagoona‘s dad is some country singer from Tennesee, and Jan is the kid of the current husband, some other guy at Versace. That’s why they all have different last names!“

They did? Denali had only looked up Rosé in her class lists. Out of pure boredom of course …

„Anyways“, Liv continued, lowering her voice as a group of seniors walked past them. „They‘re like the deal. Absolutely loaded. And not just that. All three of them went to like, crazy expensive private schools and stuff. Their mom basically pays half the school‘s bills with her donations and she’s also in their former alumni program. They’re legacy. Of course everyone wants a piece of that.“

Lost in thought about that, Denali breathed out harshly through her nose. „That must suck.“ Maybe it wasn’t Rosé‘s fault that she was so insufferable, maybe she had to be. At least this explained the girls opulent living situation. With a family history like that, a flat downtown was probably nothing to them. Denali shook her head. „Then it’s honestly just sad how everyone sucks up to them. No wonder they’re barely on campus.“

Olivia shrugged, „They’re probably just careful, especially after last year …“

„What?“, Denali raised a brow, „What happened last year?“

Suddenly, Olivia got all fidgety, her fingers tugging at the elastic of her notebook, lifting it up to snap back, up and snap. „I don’t know if I’m allowed to say…“ She mumbled, suddenly so quiet that Denali barely heard her.

„Liv!“, she whined, „You can’t leave me in the dark like this! What do you mean?“

Olivia looked up, her eyes meeting Denali‘s. Her expression was a single plea for understanding. „Listen, I am really not in a position to talk about it … If you really wanna know, ask Rosé or Mik …“

Denali huffed, a hand running through her hair in frustration. She was not going to force it out of Liv, not when her nervous pout basically begged her to drop the topic. But that left only two options: The girl that hadn’t taken a single situation Denali had seen her in seriously or her roommates boyfriend, who she had only ever heard about but never seen so far. The odds really weren’t on her side with this one. Shaking her head, she finally let Olivia off the hook, grabbing her books to shove them down her bag. „It’s almost five, lets bring our stuff to the dorms before the Club meeting.“ The smile on Olivia’s face was obviously a silent thank you.

Despite being one of the School’s most renowned professors, Ms Monsoon always managed to make her presence feel more comforting than intimidating. Her fiery red hair was pulled up into a fancy updo, a few curls framing her inviting, rosy face. Her dress had the same deep colour as the peppermint tea she had prepared for them, making sure everyone got at least a cup of it every session, as well as providing fresh sugar cubes and biscuits every week. The smell of peppermint filled the sun kissed room and paired with the unique decor, the Young Philosophers Club always felt like a little magical bubble, shielding the girls from the outside world every week for a full hour.

Ms Monsoon always made sure everyone was comfortable, welcoming both Rosé and Jan with a wide smile and signature giggle, expressing how happy she was about the new faces. Jan’s eyes had shined like a kid‘s on Christmas morning, declaring how excited she was about being there. Rosé had been a little less smooth with the sudden affection from their professor, awkwardly smiling and nodding before dropping down onto the same chair like last time. If the way her hand grazed Denali‘s as she reached for a biscuit was intentional, she didn’t let it show. It was still enough for the hairs on Denali‘s arms to rise skywards. She almost rolled her own eyes at herself. It was just a subtle touch, Rosé‘s tattooed skin grazing hers for less than a second! Nothing more.

After Jackie had recapped what they had done last week during Ms Monsoon’s absence, the ginger haired professor nodded slowly.

She let out one of her hearty, signature giggles. „You girls are so well behaved. Back in my day I wouldn’t even have showed up.“

„All because of Jackie“, Nicky joked, tongue between her teeth in a grin, „She has us in an iron grip.“

Jackie‘s mouth fel open in offense, shaking her head at the French girl. „She‘s overexsaturating! All I did as president of the club was remind you that we’re still meeting up! And anyways, you as deputy-“

„Girls!“, Ms Monsoon couldn’t contain another giggle, „as much as I appreciate your deontologic approach to your role as club leader, that is not what I wanted to talk to you about today. Unless you want to, of course.“

Willow let out a sigh, her nose hidden deep inside her teacup, midway of taking a sip. „Deontology sucks.“ Crystal nodded eagerly, as well as Nicky. „Preach!“, the blonde whispered, her accent always thicker when she lowered her voice. Denali herself leaned back in her chair, eyes wandering back and forth between Jackie and Willow. This was certainly going to be interesting …

„How can you say that? Deontological ethics are the best moral code a person can submit to. Humans need a set of rules, just look at literally every law. How else are we supposed to function in a society?“

Setting her cup down, Willow smirked. It was always like this. Willow was quiet and laid back for most of the session, until someone stroke a topic she was passionate about. And then, she showed them all why she was here. Denali couldn’t help but admire the small honeyblonde.

„First of all“, Willow said, taking a break to snack another biscuit before continuing, „Societal ethics are a whole other topic than normative ethic, stay in your lane. Secondly, in my opinion, deontology is nothing more but avoidance. You are doing things because the rules tell you to. Let’s say“, her green eyes wandered over the group of girls, landing on Jan, „Let’s say as Club leader you have to test all of us on our knowledge, okay? And whoever ends up with the worst score has to be kicked out. Now Jan here really tries her best, but she recently went through a bad breakup and it really messed her up. Fuck that guy, completely breaking her spirits. Of course, she does horrible in your test, she is a complete mess at this moment! But you are our president, and the rules say the worst score gets kicked. Would you really kick out poor Jan, worsening her situation, just because the rules say so? And even if you do, can you do so with a good feeling?“

„Of course not, I’d feel horrible“, Jackie had both of her hands wrapped around her cup, hanging onto every word Willow was saying.

„Well, if you truly felt like deontology was the way to go, you’d feel just fine, happy even. You followed the rules, no problem here! See what I mean?“

Denali noticed Ms Monsoon nodding in approval, staying silent to let the girls come to their own conclusion. This was where the philosophy professors real magic happened. Somehow, she always managed to lead them in a specific direction just by dropping the right hints in what felt like an absolutely irrelevant moment of smalltalk. And then, as soon as one of them took the bait, she leaned back, enjoying the group heatedly discussing what she had taught them. It was unlike any teaching method Denali had experienced back at home and it had made her understand quickly how the school had gotten the reputation it had. They truly shaped the future generations into calculated, sharp minds like Willow. Transferring had been the best decision Denali had ever made.

As her thoughts had trailed off, the room had fallen silent. Jackie obviously contemplated what Willow had said, the latter stirred her teacup and most of the others simply watched them, impatiently waiting for the next move.

But to everyone’s surprise, neither Willow nor Jackie broke the silence.

„I agree with Willow“, Rosé had her arms crossed defensively, her body still very much demonstrating how she didn’t want to be here, but her voice was calm, almost quiet. And she didn’t even tell a joke … intruiged, Denali couldn’t help but watch her as she spoke. „The rules don’t matter when people get hurt. What we really need to ask ourselves is can we live with the consequences of our actions? And can we live with the consequences of the things we don’t do?“ All eyes were on her, but Denali didn’t miss the warning glance Jan shot her sister. What had happened last year …

Ms Monsoon clapped her hands together before Denali could trail off again. „And this, girls, is a Teleologist to the bone.“ She smiled at Rosé, the girl trying her best to return it, scratching the back of her head with one hand. „If you say so …“

„Honestly“, now it was Nicky who spoke, „I don’t think either of these are the right ways of thinking. Sure, we cannot blindly follow a set of rules, but we also can’t make every single decision out of our gut.“

Jan nodded quickly, joining in. „At the end of the day we still live together, and a set of basic ground rules is just necessary for that to work out!“ Her round, hazel doe eyes searched for Jackie‘s, who shot both the younger girl as well as Nicky a small smile.

Ms Monsoon emptied her teacup, putting it down onto the saucer with a loud clattering noise. „Now girls“, she said, the smile on her face so proud, it almost had something motherly, „I hate to interrupt you, but since our time is almost up, I would really like to remind you to empty your tea. If any of you want them, you can take the biscuits too, my wife absolutely despises them …“

Even as Denali made her way down the hallway, her bag shouldered and pace trying to keep up with Olivia, her head was still in the backroom, replaying what Rosé had said. Something told her that it was important, that she should store this information in the back of her mind for god knows what.

She once again was pulled from her thoughts when a figure came up behind her, white Doc martens synching their steps with hers.

„You know, if you want to keep my jacket you could just say so. No reason to steal it like this“, the grin on Rosé‘s face was entirely too smug for Denali‘s liking. Olivia glanced over at them, shooting a grin towards Denali before fastening up her steps, leaving the two of them behind her. Damn her!

Denali rolled her shoulders, facing straight forward. „I don‘t, I just tried to wash out that horrible pink stain, but turns out it just looks like that.“

Rosé threw her head back, sending her hair flying, genuinely laughing. The sound pulled a smile from Denali before she could help herself.

„You know what“, Rosé said, „If you want to give it back, do it on Saturday. Goona just recorded her first song in a studio and we’re celebrating with some people.“ Her eyes trailed up and down Denali��s body, causing shivers to creep up her spine. Frustrated by her own physical reaction, Denali threw her bag over her shoulder, always keeping up the cool Fassade.

„Wear something blue“, Rosé grinned, her fingers ghosting over Denali‘s lower back for just a split second. It almost went by unnoticed through the fabric of Denali’s sweater. But then she felt a short squeeze, visibly gasping at the touch. But before she could even muster up something to say, the taller girl fastened her pace, strutting towards the entrance hall. The same hands that had just ghosted over her back now lazily waved at her.

„See You then, Nali!“, Rosé threw a wink over her shoulder one last time before disappearing around the corner. Denali stared at the turn where she’d disappeared, her lower back tingling just enough to make her face heat up.

#berry’s writings #academia au #rosenali #jankie #well a little #featuring Jinkx!#ok guys I’m reaching the point where I really have no more plans for this #I’ll probably start prompt requests and hcs soon before the next long part

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houdinicorbini · 9 months

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Dragon! Lance x Royalty! Reader!

I wanted to make an au of a fantasy/medieval Lance where he is essentially a dragon.

I feel like he still has the abilities he does but the wonderworld doesn't exist in this world. They are just very powerful dragons.

I had this idea for dragon Lance but I am now actually putting an au to it.

I will also say that Lance does not rhyme in this au because I am too lazy to come up with some

Word count: 1643

Trigger warnings: I guess spoilers to the final boss? and one hint at something inappropriate if you squint

You scrunch up your face slightly, not liking how the morning sun rays are perfectly shining down onto your closed eyes as you try to squeeze in a little bit more sleep.

Tossing and turning, grabbing the extra pillow and placing it over your head did not help with trying to block out the sun so you can fall back into a peaceful sleep.

Well, after what seemed like hours, which was only 20-30 minutes, you finally gave up with a huff and threw the blankets off of your body.

You sit up and maneuver yourself so that your feet are hanging off the side of the bed.

Spending a few minutes to daze out, mindlessly looking around the shared bedroom, you decide to get up, feet touching the very soft and comfortable rug that sits beside the giant king sized bed you sleep on.

Putting on your slippers so that you don’t have to deal with the cold castle floors. You let out a big stretch before walking over to your dresser.

After completing your morning routine, you leave the bedroom, wanting to start the morning with a delicious breakfast.

The walk to the kitchen was rather quiet since not many people reside in this castle. This isn’t even the castle you’re from.

You live here with your significant other.

While it can get a little too quiet and lonely sometimes, you don’t mind it, it’s rather nice being able to enjoy a beautiful castle and its land with your lover.

It’s not like you can’t visit your home either, though the journey isn’t a short one, but it’s always worth it to see your birth place and family that you love dearly.

While walking down the hallway towards the kitchen, you were hit with this amazingly delicious smell that caused you to walk a tad bit faster.

Once you made it to the source of the smell, you were greeted with your all time favorite breakfast meal.

Unfortunately, it seems as though the one who made it is nowhere to be found, which is a shame since you wanted to thank them for it.

Even though you couldn’t find the cook, you did see a note that was addressed to you in the most beautiful handwriting ever, to which you quickly recognized it as your lover’s.

You eagerly grabbed the note, taking your time with reading its contents.

“My darling, I’m sorry that I couldn’t be there for when you wake up, so I prepared this meal for you so you could have something before I return. I do hope you enjoy it for I made sure to make it exactly to your liking. I shall see you soon, my love,

Lance”

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped when you saw that he signed it, even though you could already tell it was from him. Though it was absolutely adorable when he did things like that.

You see that not only did he prepare you a meal, but what looked like fresh squeezed orange juice as well, which makes you wonder just how long was he working on this meal.

Carefully taking the food into the dining room, you sit down and take your time with it, enjoying every last bite and sip.

Your mind kept wandering over to Lance, hoping to see him soon and that he is alright with whatever he is doing.

You did note how he seemed a little on edge for the past few days, and you had a feeling why.

After finishing the delicious breakfast Lance made you, you put away your dishes, quickly washing everything before going about your morning.

An hour passes and now you’re lounging in the giant library. You may not be reading, but you are enjoying yourself by making silly little doodles.

You’ve already filled out one page and have nearly filled out another when you heard something from outside of the window.

Immediately recognizing the noise, you rush to the window, hoping to see your lover.

Fortunately, you were able to find the source, and it was this magnificent and beautiful dragon. He stayed in the air, not too far from you.

You admired how he looked. Those wonderful dark purple scales, yellow eyes with amazingly blue irises. He very much resembled what one would call a dragon of death and chaos, but you’d never call him such a thing.

Yes, he looked very intimidating to others, but to you, all you saw was beauty.

You gasp and give him this giant smile before waving.

“Lance! You’re back!” You say with such glee in your voice, happy to finally see him, and the morning isn’t even officially over!

Happiness overwhelms you and you get many ideas on what the two of you can do together! Some of them slightly going in other directions,,,

“My dear, how are you?” He asked, interrupting your thoughts, his voice soft and kind sounding.

“I’m doing great, my love! And how about yourself?” You ask, slightly leaning on the window. Not too much that it isn’t safe though.

Lance will surely scold you if you put yourself in a dangerous situation like that, not like he hasn’t had to scold you in the past before.

“I am doing well, did you ever find your meal?” He asked, flapping his wings here and there to make sure he stays afloat.

“I did! Thank you, my love for such a wonderful breakfast! I do hope you took care of yourself before leaving.”

“Don’t worry,” he said with a chuckle. “I made sure to and I’m glad you enjoyed it!” Lance said, his lips curling into a sweet smile.

“What adventures have you been up to this morning?” You ask curiously, elbow resting on the edge of the window.

“I would barely call it an adventure, I had to run a quick errand. Someone from my past was,,, getting a little too close.” You could see his eyes change for a second, like he wasn’t particularly happy with this uninvited and unwelcome guest.

“Was it him?” You ask, concern apparent in your tone of voice.

You’ve only heard a few select things about this intruder. Lance doesn’t like to talk about it much and you don’t want to pry if he isn’t comfortable.

“Unfortunately, yes.” Lance says before disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

That same cloud of smoke going past you and into the library before it started to get taller in size.

Then there stood him, Lance. How beautiful he looked in this form of his, with those golden earrings on his elf-like ears, adorned with very fancy looking jewelry that complimented him so well, along with clothing that looked like royals like yourself could only afford.

His purple skin matched those deep purple scales of his. While there are those who would call him a monster for how he looks, you couldn’t see how they could compare him as such.

You had to angle your neck a specific way to look up at him due to how unbelievably tall he was compared to you, but you both couldn’t help but find the height difference rather humorous.

“Luckily, it seems he won’t be a bother anytime soon.” Lance said while bowing down so that he could place a kiss upon your hand.

“That’s great to hear!” You responded relieved, your cheeks becoming red by his act of affection.

Lance then stood up straight once more, his hand still holding onto yours as he led you toward your previous seat.

You sit down on the couch first before he takes a seat beside you.

Before you could grab your pages of doodles on the cushion, Lance was able to get a good view of them, which caused him to let out a cute chuckle.

A good portion of those drawings were of him, not that he minded, he was honored that you thought he was worthy enough to draw.

You wore a small blush of embarrassment as you collected your drawings, you didn’t expect him to see any of them! You weren’t even sure if you were going to keep them yet!

“You’re very talented, my love.” Lance compliments, caressing the side of your face before leaning down so he can kiss it.

“Thank you, sweetheart!” You say shyly while leaning into his soft touch before grabbing his hand and placing a kiss on it.

He couldn’t help but blush at your overwhelming cuteness, especially when you don’t even mean to be this darn cute.

All of a sudden, Lance pulled you closer to him so that you two could cuddle one another, to which you quickly took that opportunity and cuddled closer.

After some time of talking and doodling with one another, asking how the other slept and if they had any interesting/weird dreams, you both began to grow hungry as lunch time was nearing.

“Shall we go and make lunch, darling?” You asked Lance, this being a regular routine of you both making meals when you can with each other.

“Of course.” He says with a soft smile, slowly getting up while helping you do the same.

“Are you in the mood for anything in particular?” He asked.

“Hmmmm, maybe what we had for lunch a few days ago?” You suggested before going into detail on what exactly you’re talking about.

“Then we shall have it.” Lance says as he walks you out of the library and towards the kitchen, already mapping out in his head on what needs to be done.

You and Lance proceed to make an amazing meal, enjoying more of the process of making it than actually eating it.

While you two are dining with each other, you’re unaware of the figure that’s standing on a tall hill in the distance, staring at the castle before walking away,,,

#x reader #lance balan wonderworld #bww lance #lance x reader #balan wonderworld #balan wonderworld lance #bww au

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faroreswinds · 2 years

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Golden Wildfire - Chapters 1- 4

I have started my GW route! Alright, let’s get started with note taking.

Playing through the intro all over again was annoying, but thank god for NG+ to move things along

Honestly, Claude is pretty charming. Shame about what I hear about later, though....

I forgot that Edelgard instantly tried to hire you, it’s been over 90 hours since I played the beginning....

Claude even stays behind to apologize. This man is going to be WILD RIDE. Guess that’s why it’s called Golden WILDFIRE. Eh? EH? Come on, laugh, damn it.

Jeritza doesn’t care about his house he gets, so stop with the Teacher Theory already. It’s not proven here at all.

Thank god for NG+ and all those levels I carried over.

Except Hilda and Claude.

Unlike SB, all the students are here for the ride. In SB, Bernie was basically in hiding for several missions.

Still seeing Edelgard talk with Jeritza but without the context would be confusing if you didn’t play SB first, I think.

Time to rescue Monica.

.....

At least she won’t be JOINING me this time.

Also, it’s really confusing that the Mysterious Mages are a yellow enemy but my troops are also yellow

On my SB run, I would sometimes try to attack my own red troops because I was so conditions to attack Red, since Red = enemy

Let me say it again but... thank GOD for NG+. I am flying through these maps

Lorenz being a Dark Knight already is funny

Monica gets right to the point this time, since Edelgard isn’t standing there being slobbered over.

Lorenz wants Tomas (Solon) to die for his animosity towards the church. Or something. Or he’s just being dramatic.

Raphael literally worries if the dining hall lady is also a traitor. Kek

Wait, did Scarlet Blaze ever go over Edelgad hiring Kostas? Because here, they are wondering if Tomas hired him. But I can’t recall now if they revealed Edelgard was the one who did. Does anyone know or remember?

Whoever voices one of the knights of serios... I have a crush on your voice. Just saying.

Nope, the transformation of Shez compared to Solon is still contrived as fuck

Claude is already investigating. Asking if Shez knows who Tomas is.

Shez asks if Claude is an outsider, after Claude mentions that he feels he met a kindrid spirit as an outsider. Kinda dropped the ball there a bit, Claude.

Almyra is now attacking. The Kingdom and Empire are busy with a revolt in the Kingdom, and a coup in the Empire. Maybe why the Almyrans are attacking now.

Lysithea likes it if you ask if we should ask for help from the knights.

Shamir joins us. The rest of the knights are already deployed elsewhere. The church doesn’t want to turn a blind eye to this invasion, even if their knights are spread thin.

Guess Marianne’s adoptive father doesn’t have much troops. Interesting

It’s nice to have everyone here. In SB, you lost half your cast.

Whelp, here is Shahid and Nader.

Poor Nader’s previous VA. :( Rip....

Shahid wants to conquer Foldan and get the throne. Of course.

There he is. Holst. (I’ve seen the VA on youtube, he’s so funny)

That chin tho. Almost as impressive as mine.

I do like how different this route feels already. I’m not looking forward to how it will go, by what I’ve seen. But, it’s still a nice change of pace after 90+ hours of the Black Eagles

Nader the Undefeated, because he runs away before losing. Lol

I’ve said this before back when I played the demo, but... Shahid not recognizing his bother is weird.

Is Shahid also the Undefeated because he ran away?

“Can’t kill him, he’s royalty. Don’t want an army to come for us for revenge”. I’m going to remember this for later.

Hilda calling Almyrans “unreasonable”.

Claude apologizing for making Hilda’s family protect the border for so long.

Claude made sure money is going into the Locket to restore it.

“Time for a feast!”

Time for that time skip!

So, we don’t get to see Edelgard’s declaration of war. Just that she... declared war.

The Alliance has been so peaceful that Shez literally has nothing to do. He sat around for two years.

Why didn’t Shez just leave looking for other work? Or look for Jeralt?

The Roundtable system is rough during war time, since the lords have their own territories and desires for their land to worry about. But it works well during peace time.

Edelgard makes Shez a commander right before the time skip (one, to show her commoners she gives them chances and two to keep an eye on him per Hubert’s suggestion). Here, Claude makes Shez a commander after the time skip, because I guess he really wants him on his side.

The lords are sending troops for the war effort.

Except Raphael, cause Claude asked him to come. Same with Leonie.

Except no Lorenz right now. He’s protecting the border.

It’s nice not to see red plastered all over the camp now. The yellow is pleasant, and the music kicks ass.

Ah, so there was talk about picking a different leader since Claude was so young. It’s the youngest that is about to go Palpitine on these nobles soon.

It really doesn’t cost much to unlock the renown units, huh?

Random NPC at camp is friends with the lovely Abysskeeper

I miss him

So, Shamir is just here because.... she happened to be this way. Lol

The camp feels so much more empty than SB did. I think we are given a lot less units right off the bat. I’m pretty sure GD gets the least amount of units total.

Finally can see Raphael and Ignatz’s C support. It was completely locked out in SB. Can’t see it there at all. Nothing much say about it though

Leonie’s supports are also unlocked here (was also locked out of SB). Again, nothing much to say about it. Except that translation error.... calling Jeralt by his name but Shez not catching on. Cause she never actually called the captain by his name originally.

There he is. Count Gloucester.

Lorenz is taller than his father, loooool

Man, Shez is coming more to ahead with Claude already, especially when compared to Edelgard.

Claude is wondering if Lornez’s father will join the Empire side (”hypothetically”).

And now we have Lorenz back in our party.

I noticed that Hilda is the one who asks you to do the chores and the cooking. In SB, Monica asks about the chores, and Ferdinand helps with the cooking.

What do you mean Claude doesn't like the History of Foldan book gift?!

Claude suspects that Edelgard might be trying to unite Foldan and rebuild from the ground up, despite Edelgard only declaring official war on the Church. Also, Edelgard did not reach out to him about entering Alliance lands.

Claude and Shez’s C support - So, I have seen this support before. But still worth mentioning in my notes. Shez really suggests “just take power, lol”.

Which reminds me, Shez likes that Edelgard has complete power. They even mention in her route that Edelgard has total power in her nation.

I really don’t understand why they gave us Shamir in this route, only for her to have no C supports with any of the GD.

She doesn’t have any supports with the BE either.

Hilda and Shez C support - .... Bewbs

I like a Hilda that isn’t all “Don’t let me hold a weapon. :( She seemed more responsible in SB, and she seems more responsible here too.

Since I have am playing on NG+, I am having more fun with class variations. But, I’m also unlocking supports faster than Edelgard invades countries.

Raphael may be kinda a bad person on SB with how gung ho he is about fighting, but hey! He’s still super cute here in his support with Claude. This support... I probably unlocked a little too quickly. They talk about how it’s unsafe for Raphael’s family to travel right now since peace is over, but the big fighting hasn’t technically started yet, so it feels a little early.... ah well, could be worse.

Claude’s metaphor with Raphael is... a little strange. OK, on paper it’s ok-ish. A future where “wild animals” (the eagles and the lions) share their game rather than fight over it. And then as deer, they are happy to forge, but Claude wonders where they should forge next.

What’s good about this metaphor - Claude alluding to his desire to expand his future beyond to new horizons as “where to forge next”.

What’s not so good - The empire and the kingdom fighting over the next game. Listen, this is true LATER in the story, when the Empire (and not so much the Kingdom), is fighting for the “game”. But at the point of this story? The Empire is the only aggressor. And the Kingdom just wants to be left the fuck alone.

It makes it feel just a little forced, if you aren’t paying attention to the world in general.

Hilda and Leonie support - Floral oils and war. Yup. Logical. Gotta have your special floral oils for war. Just like having sweets for backing nearly all the time.

Main battle time for chapter 4!

This chapter is very similar to how Edelgard takes the Great Bridge in SB. Just the other side of that story, in a way.

Claude is willing to let the bridge fall if it means not letting his people die a losing battle.

But that means he is willing to let the empire march on the monastery, also innocent people, as a result.

Urg, Archeton

He already defected

Killed him. He is always destined to die too.

Time to retreat as Claude mentioned before. Lorenz’s father covers the retreat.

Caspar is here. Comes out to prevent the retreat.

I don’t even feel anything about that. Like, nothing. No issues about fighting him whatsoever.

I do like how Linhardt rescues Caspar, and that they worry about each other dying.

Linhardt surrenders if you decide to recruit him. Caspar comes to try to and take him back (it’s honestly kinda cute), but of course we defeat him. In, Ferdinand shows up.....

Then the battle ended cause Lorenz’s father decided to also surrender to the Empire.

Of course, Lorenz is pissed right now, although he wasn’t so mad in SB.

To keep the Empire from running rampant in the Alliance, time to draw battle lines.

Lysithea’s house also has surrendered to the Empire.

The monastery has been attacked, and Rhea has fled to the Kingdom.

How... do we know that though? Cause, like... in SB, Hubert makes a point that it was pure chance that they knew where Rhea went. But here, we just... know that. I guess.

The situation is pretty dire. Claude is worried about the Empire reaching the capital. And there aren’t very many noble houses that can send troops.

Ooohhh, Judith has been mentioned!

Leonie wonders if the Kingdom can send troops, but Claude... cannot really trust them because he doesn’t know what is going on in Dimitri’s head?

This is the same guy who guessed and expected Dimitri to come running to his rescue in in AM.

Guess he needed that year to learn more about Dimitri. Guess he didn’t have the time here.

We don’t get any of Rhea’s “KILL EDELGARD” stuff here. She’s very pleasant.

Dimitri makes a point to say that they are an unwealthy nation and so their hospitalities to the church won’t be a hardy one.

What’s interesting here is we don’t get Dimitri’s debate with his vassals about taking on the Church as refugees. They just take them, with only a slight mention that he would have been hated by his people if he didn’t take them. In SB, we see Dimitri hem and haw over the decision. No such case here.

Interesting. Hubert says that the policy they promised to their vassals is turning out to be troublesome, since now they have to go rescue vassals like Lonato who didn’t follow the plan accordingly. We didn’t get such a conversation in SB. Even Edelgard agrees it’s irksome, but must be upheld.

They are kinda villainizing Marianne's father quite a bit.

Judith is awesome though. I’m really liking her here.

I like this politics talk. Debating about who to fill the Five Seats, and so on and so forth.

Holst just so happened to fucking eat bad mushrooms. This isn’t a funny running joke.

But they are making a big deal about how Claude has to go through all these hopes being in an alliance, instead of just an emperor or a king and just make decisions.

So basically, we are going to slow down the Empire army until the defenses are set up enough to stop them from getting to the capital.

I quickly went back to see what happens if you kill Linhardt instead of recruit him.

Caspar is upset, lol. But of course. And he’s enraged instead. Caspar feels Linhardt won’t find peace if he dies here so he retreats.

Kinda wish we had gotten this much rage from like... Felix when Sylvain died in SB, but to be far, Felix had fully retreated from the battlefield at that point. At least Dimitri mourned.

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Xuan wasn't an idiot. Of course he chose a thing that wouldn't be easy to break or unlock, at least not with just your bare hands alone. Plus, the key to the collar, the only thing capable of freeing Kibum in that instance, was safely tucked in the man's pocket, away from any possibility of getting into the younger's hands. By all means, it appeared that for now, the two of them would be stuck together for a while.

After about 15 minutes, Xuan's personal butler, an older severe man in his 50s, with a stern look on his face entered the room and cleared his throat to gain Bum's attention, shooting him an ice cold glare. "The young master is waiting for you in the dining area. If you'd please allow me to do my job and bring you to him, it would be wonderful." His tone was as stern as his gaze and somewhat irritated at the fact that the young man was making things unnecessary annoying for him by fidgeting with the chains and blocking his way. Answer or not, the old man then grabbed Kibum by the back of his shirt's collar and shoved him to the side, working on undoing the chain from it's support. The man however had positioned himself in such a way that Bum wouldn't be able to see the combination of movements he'd have to make in order to unlock that damn thing, so there went to waste another good escape attempt... That done, the butler then yanked on the makeshift leash, pulling Kibum along with him outside of the master bedroom and towards the dining hall, along those big intricate looking hallways from before. While Xuan was gentle and somewhat kind in the way he'd treated him ever since they exited the basement, this old man was far from treating him with soft gloves. Rather brash and severe, the butler pushed and pulled the poor boy as if he was nothing but a house animal. But alas, at least the torture of having to suffer the butler didn't last long, because they eventually arrived to the dining hall, where Xuan was patiently waiting for Kibum at a royally arranged table. "Ah, you're finally here! I must admit, the new clothes look beautifully on you!" The mob greeted him, gesturing for him to take a seat, while the butler made sure to lock the leash onto another sturdy looking support. "Thanks for bringing him to me, Watari. You can go now." Xuan dismissed the butler in a cold tone, before returning all smiles to look at Bum. "I hope you like cream soup and stake for dinner. And for dessert I thought you might like some strawberry cheesecake." He describes the menu for the evening. "I hope you'll enjoy it. Usually I would've cooked something for the both of us, but given the busy afternoon, I had to ask the chef to do it tonight instead."

As of now, Kibum was a busy bee, trying to try all sorts of things, the little wheels in his brain working hard for the escape plot as his hands were fidgeting with the chains. It's been only 15 minutes and truth to be told, the work seemed hard and kind of boring. The man clearing his throat caught his attention, and for damn sure that voice did not belong to Xuan. He dropped the chains and looked over his shoulder. He almost chocked on his on saliva when he heard the words young master from the older male. "Excuse me, the what?" he was so confused; was he some sort of royalty around here? Was everyone addressing to Xuan this way? And the primordial question, was he going to address Xuan this way? No chance in hell, no. "Yah--" he exclaimed as he got shoved to the side. "Are you even paid to shove other around like ragdolls? The nerve, tsk" Kibum's been rolling his eyes so much lately it almost gave him a headache this time around. He also didn't appreciate the yank because it messed up his outfit as he tried to neat it down but before he could be over with that, he got yanked again, like a dog on a leash which only shocked Kibum even more. "I'm pretty sure you were not instructed to treat me like your fucking slave, old man" but making a mental note, the butler was treating him so bad, because he himself was on a lower step in the hierarchy, which, as of now, positioned the butler above Kibum. He stumbled around until they reached the dinning room and he was greeted by a more pleasant atmosphere. However, the annoyance caused by the butler was still very much present with Kibum and that could be read all over his face. "Sounds good, looks even better. Honestly speaking, I was expecting to eat like a dog out of a bowl on the fucking floor after your grandpa dragged me in here as if I owe him money or whatever." he sat down at the table listening to Xuan, the idea of seeing the other cook. "They allow young masters like you" he almost gagged "...to cook around here? Is it not against the law hierarchically speaking?"

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After a week-long honeymoon The Griffins were ready to return to their reality. However Jaylah had a surprise for Travis.

With all the simoleons Jaylah had been earning through her royalties she knew they couldn't go back to their small home in Willow Creek to start their lives as a married couple.

So using everything she had saved, she bought them a new home in San Sequoia. It was a lovely 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom home in a quiet suburban area. Jaylah hoped eventually her and Travis could raise a child or two here, but she knew that was a far off dream.

Jaylah decided to wash her newest dog, Romeo, before heading off to work. I swear this dog is always getting into something, she thought to herself.

Some time has gone by since their wedding day, the Griffins haven't exactly been able to have some alone time since their marriage and honeymoon. Whenever Travis is off work, Jaylah is working. Whenever Jaylah is off work, Travis is working. Travis decided to call up a friend he hadn't spoken to since he moved out to live with Jaylah.

Travis opened the door and let his old roommate Summer inside. They took a seat at the dining room table.

Travis: "Sul sul, summer, it's been awhile!"

Summer: "Yeah, thanks for having me. I believe the last we hung out was the day of your wedding!"

Travis: chuckles "Haha, yes that's so true!"

Summer: "So what's the tea? How's married life treating you? Have you and Jaylah started talking about you-know-what?"

Travis: "Well married life is… interesting to say the least, our jobs keep us away from each other most days, but the passion is still there, ya know. And what's 'you-know-what'?"

Summer: "Oh, Travi, please tell me you're joking right?"

Travis: "Should I be? Is this something everyone knows about?"

Summer: "Do I have to spell it out? When are you and Jaylah going to have kids?"

Travis: "Oh.. uh, wait.. is that something we should be doing? I don't think we ever discussed that… and I'm not sure if Jaylah would want to with her finally gaining fame from her career…"

Summer: "I hear you, but you gotta remember her biological clock is ticking, eventually she won't be able to have kids and that's not something you wanna miss out on is it?"

Travis: "I… well… no.. but… work and–"

Summer: "Not to sound like a bummer, but isn't there a way you can work from home? Maybe even take a break from pursuing your career to let Jaylah finish out hers, especially since she is starting to gain some fame now.. I don't know, man, just think about it."

And with that, Summer left Travis with some things to think about, like his career and what his and Jaylah's future has in store for them.

It felt like hours before Jaylah actually got home from work. Actually, it took so long that Travis went off to bed without her.

But that didn't stop Angel from greeting her favorite owner.

Jaylah: "Hey, Fluffy Butt, thanks for greeting me. I know, I know, I'm late, but you won't believe the kind of day I had."

Angel glances at the camera as if to say: 'Excuse me, but why are you speaking to me about nonsense? Did you forget what time it is? You know it's time for my evening jog around the block, how else am I to keep my figure?'

And Jaylah starts to pour into the dog how her day went. She rambled on and on to Angel about how she jammed the printer and mixed up the ink cartridges, about how she ran into her boss and spilt her coffee all over them, and how she narrowly made it the bathroom by announcing to her boss and coworkers during a meeting that she really had to go.

Sadly Angel seemed to give zero f**ks about her owner's human problems.

Jaylah mumbled in a solemn tone, "I guess you don't really care either.. huh?"

And as a few more days go by, it's grown more clear to Travis that him and his wife aren't moving along the same wavelengths as he once thought.

The two genuinely don't seem to be spending much or really any time together anymore. Almost feeling like they've become roommates in their own home, one always away working while the other is home.

Travis stares at their marriage certificate and quietly thinks to himself, 'Will adding a baby to our already busy family actually help our relationship? Would stepping away from my career be the right decision for us? I can't ask Jaylah to do it, not while she's just started gaining the attention she's been wanting towards her writing now… What should I do..?'

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A Journey to the Stunning Karni Mahal Palace

You’ve heard of the grand palaces of Rajasthan, but have you heard of the Karni Mahal in Jaisalmer? This hidden gem is worth discovering. As you approach the palace rising from the banks of the Gadisar Lake, you’ll wonder why you’ve never seen photos of this stunning sandstone edifice. Built-in the late 1920s as a hunting lodge for the Maharaja of Jaisalmer, the palace has since been converted into a heritage hotel where you can experience royal luxury with modern comforts. From intricately carved balconies that offer sweeping views of the lake to lavish suites filled with art and antiques, Karni Mahal is a visual delight. Get ready to embark on a journey into the glamor and intrigue of Jaisalmer’s golden past at this palace that time forgot. Royalty and romance await you at the Karni Mahal.

Introducing the Majestic Karni Mahal Palace

Built-in the early 1900s, the Karni Mahal Palace is a sight to behold. Set on the shores of the scenic Lake Jaisamand, this majestic palace was constructed in the Rajasthani architectural style with marble from the hills of Makrana.

As you enter through the grand entrance gate, the palace unfolds before your eyes. The symmetrical layout, open courtyards, and lavish Mughal gardens are a delight to explore. Marvel at the intricately carved stone jaalis, and latticed windows, that allow the breeze in while keeping the sun out.

You'll find historic artifacts, portraits of the royal family, and period furniture throughout the palace that provide a glimpse into the luxurious lives of the past maharajas. The current head of the royal family still resides in a private wing of the palace, overseeing its preservation.

A sunset stroll along the palace ramparts offers panoramic views of the lake and surrounding Aravalli hills. You may even spot wildlife like nilgai, wild boar or chinkara gazelles roaming the palace grounds.

With only a few guest rooms open for overnight stays, the Karni Mahal Palace offers an intimate experience of India’s royal heritage. Enjoy a traditional Rajasthani meal served on fine China, silverware and crisp linen tablecloths. You'll feel like royalty dining under the palace's lofty cupolas and frescoed ceilings.

A trip to this historic palace is like stepping back in time. Experience the grandeur and live like a maharaja, if only for a day, at the magnificent Karni Mahal Palace.

The Breathtaking Architecture of Karni Mahal

The Karni Mahal palace is a sight to behold. As you approach the grand entrance, you can't help but stare in awe at the intricate stone carvings and arched doorways.

Once inside, your eyes are immediately drawn up to the high, domed ceilings, decorated with colorful frescoes and trimmed in gold. Every surface seems to shine, from the marble floors to the sandstone pillars.

The palace has several spacious courtyards, allowing natural light to pour in. In the center of the largest courtyard stands a picturesque fountain, its soothing sound echoing off the walls. Surrounding the courtyards are two levels of open corridors, their arches giving a sense of airy openness while still providing shade and shelter.

At every turn are examples of incredible craftsmanship - filigreed stone screens, hand-carved furniture, gilded mirrors - all blending Rajasthani and Mughal architectural styles. The palace is a photographer's delight, with scenic backdrops and details in every direction.

No wonder Karni Mahal is considered a masterpiece of Rajasthani architecture. From its palatial proportions to its intricate stonework to its fusion of cultural influences, the palace is a stunning monument to a bygone era. Exploring its halls and courtyards, you can almost imagine what life was like during its prime. A visit here offers a glimpse into the region's rich history in the most beautiful of settings.

The Fascinating History Behind Karni Mahal Palace

The Karni Mahal Palace has a long and captivating history. Built-in the early 1900s, it was originally constructed as a hunting lodge for the Maharajas of Jaisalmer.

Royal Retreat

The palace was used as a retreat where the royals could get away from the hustle and bustle of city life in their capital Jaisalmer. Surrounded by the scenic Jaisamand Lake, it provided opportunities for boating, hunting, and other leisure activities. The secluded location and picturesque setting made it an ideal escape from the pressures of ruling an empire.

Over time, the palace transitioned into more of a summer home for the royal family. They would move their entire entourage to the palace during the hottest months of April to July. With its high ceilings, open courtyards, and lake breezes, the palace was significantly cooler than the fort in Jaisalmer City, providing respite from the scorching summer heat.

Changing Hands

After India gained independence in 1947, the royal family's properties and palaces were taken over by the Indian government. The Karni Mahal Palace was opened as a heritage hotel in the 1970s to attract tourism to the area. It is now run by the HRH Group of Hotels, a chain that specializes in historic royal retreats across Rajasthan.

Staying at the palace today, you get a glimpse into its opulent history. The rooms feature traditional Rajasthani architecture with intricately carved pillars and balconies that open onto peaceful courtyards. A sunset stroll around the palace grounds, ending at the edge of the lake, lets you see why this scenic spot was so enchanting to the maharajas of long ago. From its origins as a royal hunting lodge to its current incarnation as a heritage hotel, the Karni Mahal Palace tells a captivating story of Rajasthan’s lavish history.

Top Things to See and Do at Karni Mahal Jaisamand

Once you've arrived at the striking pink sandstone palace, here are some of the top things you simply must experience:

Explore the palace grounds and architecture. Walk around the palace complex and admire the intricate stone carvings, arched gateways, and jali windows. Climb to the top of the watchtower for panoramic views of the lake and surrounding countryside.

Visit the Durbar Hall and throne room. The lavish Durbar Hall with gold filigree work and Belgian glass chandeliers is a highlight. Picture the maharaja holding court from the silver throne.

See the antique car collection. The palace has a rare collection of vintage cars like a 1939 Buick, a 1936 Vauxhall 12, and an Austin 7 roadster from the 1930s. Automobile enthusiasts will find this especially fascinating.

Take a boat ride on Jaisamand Lake. The second-largest artificial lake in Asia is a perfect spot for a leisurely boat tour. You may spot exotic birds like painted storks, spoonbills, and migratory birds in the winter. The scenic ride around the lake is very relaxing.

Dine at the Jaisamand Lake Palace Hotel. If you want to extend your royal experience, book a meal at the heritage hotel located within the palace complex. They serve traditional Rajasthani cuisine and continental fare with lake views.

Visit nearby attractions like Jaisamand Wildlife Sanctuary or Kumbhalgarh Fort. If you have time, explore the surrounding area. The wildlife sanctuary is home to leopards, hyenas, and sloth bears. The massive Kumbhalgarh Fort is an architectural wonder.

A trip to Karni Mahal Palace transports you to a bygone era of maharajas and nobility. With its rich history, cultural significance, and natural beauty, it deserves a spot on any Rajasthan itinerary. A day exploring the palace and lake will leave you captivated by its charm.

Planning Your Visit to Karni Mahal Palace

Planning a visit to the historic Karni Mahal Palace is an exciting endeavor. This stunning palace is located in Jaisamand, Rajasthan, about 45 kilometers from Udaipur. To make the most of your trip to Karni Mahal, keep a few tips in mind.

Best Time to Visit

The dry, winter months from November to February are an ideal time to visit Karni Mahal. During this season, the weather is pleasant, with little chance of rain, and the temperatures are cool and comfortable for sightseeing. You'll avoid the crowds of the peak summer season from April to June when temperatures soar.

Getting There

The easiest way to reach Karni Mahal is to fly into Udaipur and then drive 45 kilometers southeast to Jaisamand. Udaipur is connected by air to major cities like Delhi, Mumbai, and Jaipur. Once in Udaipur, you can rent a car, hire a taxi, or take a bus to cover the 45 km to Karni Mahal. The drive takes about an hour through the scenic countryside.

What to See

The main highlights of Karni Mahal are the palace architecture and the picturesque lake. Walk around the palace grounds and admire the traditional Rajasthani architecture with carved pillars, archways, and balconies. Climb to the top of the palace tower for panoramic views of the lake and surrounding hills. Take a boat ride on the lake to spot local birds like barbets, kingfishers, and parakeets in their natural habitat.

Where to Stay

There are a few budget hotels within 5 to 10 kilometers of Karni Mahal where you can stay overnight to explore the area. In Jaisamand town, just 2 kilometers from the palace, options include Hotel Lake View Palace and Jaisamand Lake Resort. More upscale choices are available in nearby Udaipur if you prefer.

A visit to the magical Karni Mahal Palace, with its royal ambiance and natural beauty, is sure to become a highlight of your Rajasthan adventure. By planning ahead, you'll make the most of your time exploring this historic gem.

Conclusion

You stand in the palace courtyard soaking in the beauty and history around you. The intricate stone carvings, colorful frescoes, and mirrored walls are a sight to behold. As the sun dips below the horizon over the lake, the palace is bathed in a warm glow. What an incredible day discovering this hidden gem in Rajasthan. The next time you need an escape from the bustle of city life, you know where to find a peaceful paradise. Head to Karni Mahal palace to experience royal life, if only for a day. Let the striking architecture, vibrant culture, and natural surroundings transport you to another era. A visit here will create memories that last long after you return home.

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