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Prince!AU Yunho

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comes off stoic, large, and strong

he has an intensity in his eyes that kind of scares people at first - especially if they have to address him directly

and he’s sort of looking down at them because he’s usually taller, with his hands behind his back

and it’s just like - you thought you felt small before? well.........

to the point where he really doesn’t even need a bodyguard - of course he still has them

but from the way his shoulders look - and the size of his hand - no one is stupid enough to even try it

excels in swordsmanship, loves fencing and represented the country in a national championship

has a fondness for collecting swords as well, but keeps the family heirloom - a beautiful longsword with jade ornaments on the guard - by his side at all times

always seen walking with perfect posture, his large shoulders adorned in white and gold

quiet, accompanying his parents to any official meetings but never uttering a word

those dark, overcast eyes scanning the crowd and leaving even high profile politicians feeling a chill in their bone

when he does speak - he goes rather slow, emotionless word come out one by one is extremely proper grammar

he’s never been seen to get angry - but rumor has it that his voice can sound rather terrifying if he does

has a large pet doberman who has followed him around since he was young

he always looks even more intimidating when he sits on the throne beside his parents with the dog at his feet

they look like something out of a gothic novel

a portrait drawn of this exact scene hangs in the halls of the main ballroom

and it’s always whispered about after people pay visits to the palace

he has impeccable manners - for someone so large you’d think it’s hard to be graceful

but everything he does - it’s done with the most immense calculation

from the way he holds his knives

to the way he plays the piano at the request of his mother

to the way he can be sometimes seen making his way through the busy village streets

a brigade of security behind him - nearly failing to keep up with his brisk steps

people parting tens of feet in front of him because when prince yunho walks by

you don’t need to see him or hear him - his energy is enough to grab your attention

he used to be known as an extremely playful and bright child

he even once was found roaming the streets of the village when he was only ten

having escaped the care of his nannies in the palace

the people had adored him - he was just so cute with his large lovely eyes and loud laughter

but as he got older something seemed to change

and it wasn’t simple maturity - it was coldness - or at least it came off that way

people just assume it’s because he’s being ready to become king

his parents aren’t very well-liked by the villagers - they impose high taxes and ignore the requests of the people

so it’s just assumed yunho will follow in their footsteps

become a royal with no empathy at all, just like his parents

but you - you know better than to believe the mask yunho has so carefully been putting on

you’re mostly ignored by the royal family, even though you work directly in the palace as the family and staff’s personal tailor

you run around fixing uniforms, patching up tears, and working on new custom pieces that the queen requests (nearly every other week much to your horror)

you were hired only a little less than a year ago - but when you’d arrived something about you had nearly knocked the wind out of yunho

no one had ever noticed - but it was apparent from the get-go that you were probably invisible to his parents

to the important staff such as account keepers, foreign translators, and more

but to him - when you were in a room - there was no one else

it was you, heaving giant rolls of silk and lace up to the workshop out in the guest house of the palace

it was you, standing beside the mirror as his father studied your handy work on his lapel

it was you, leaning in close with a polite and almost shaking apology to take his measurements for a new coat

the fragrance of lilies on your hair, the bandages on your fingers from needle pricks

it was true - yunho was on the road to becoming just like his parents, who when he was of age to understand the most basic concepts of ruling

were teaching him that the people they ought to protect meant nothing

they meant profits

and to make sure they didn’t step out of line, yunho would need to learn to come off just like father

apathetic, strategic - not swayed by the crying tears of starving mothers or jobless merchants who couldn’t afford to pay the palace’s high taxes

his parents had taken away everything he enjoyed

forbid him from seeing his best friend, stable hand’s son song mingi

forbid him from fencing for the pleasure of it - instead forcing him into taking lessons with the head of the military, who was cruel and unforgiving of failures

the light which seemed to shine in his eyes had slowly, but surely faded into obscurity

leaving him almost zombified - choosing to remain silent and blind rather than try and rebel for his own happiness

and that of his people

but kindness was still alive in him - no matter how dormant his parents tried to make it - he wasn’t born to be evil

so the pain and suffering he saw in his country only dimmed his hopes further

and then - and then there was you

really, it might have been more like wonder for him when you first passed him in the halls

you were new and were not yet soulless like it seemed everyone else was and perhaps that is what intrigued him the most

walking through halls of grey, you stood out - sunflower like smile, eyes reflecting the gaze of his own

you’d scrambled to put your basket down and bow to him

“my prince”

your voice even felt more alive

he’d been trained not to pay attention, so he pretended not to and continued down the hall without as much as a glance over his shoulder

although - the tug to do so was very much there

but this was wonder, this was the equivalent of dangling water in front of a parched man

what really made the center of yunho’s chest swell was when he’d stumbled upon you in the village

you lived in the guest houses workshop - you had to be on call for any of the queens bidding when it came to her gowns and slips

but this off chance, you’d been given permission to visit your family

they lived cramped above the tailoring shop that had been passed down through the generations

and although it was meager, almost dilapidated - it managed to stay open with the help of your pay from the royal family

which still didn’t offer much - much to your dismay

yunho had been on official business, accompanied by the tax keeper of the country

he rounded the corner, ignoring the insolent and halfhearted attempts of the tax keeper trying to befriend him

when he caught sight of you

you were standing infront of the open doors of the tailors shop

your mother was holding your hands in hers, eyes ringed red with freshly cried tears

yunho had stopped- the tax keeper almost slamming face-first into the prince’s broad back

“don’t be upset”

you say softly, looking at your mother with the best smile you can manage

“look at your hands, look at my baby’s hand - calloused, bruised - what is that godforsaken witch of a queen making you do?!”

you shake your head

“mother, don’t be so loud. words like that could get you killed”

“she took you away from me, she took you away from us and now she’s destroying you - and she isn’t even paying you for it.”

yunho hurts every time he sees these kinds of scenes, no matter how hard the expression on his face may seem

but when he witnesses your mother cradling your hands, the shadows of maybe your siblings or other family members inside the window of the pathetic looking tailor's shop

for the first time in a long time

his tight-lipped frown breaks

“ah isn’t that the palace’s um,,,,,,,,who are they,,,,,, kitchen staff?”

the tax keeper adjusts the thin wire-framed glasses on his nose as he talks about you with uninterest

yunho doesn’t answer, but he turns back, avoiding the path that would leave him to cross in front of you

the tax keeper asks why he’s going the opposite direction but yunho doesn’t hear him

he thinks he should put on a tough voice, just to make sure he can keep up appearances like he was taught

but his mind is fogged

the next time you are called up to his chambers to fix a tear in his fencing suit - yunho, who usually ignores you as you work, stands up from his seat on the expansive bed

and rounds the corner to stop and loom over you

you feel your blood still a bit, you always feel that when a member of the royal family is around

but then he asks, softly

“may i please see your hands?”

he even says your name - in a tone that you have never heard from anyone before

and you are so shocked that your brain mechanically reacts for you

placing your hand, open-palmed, onto the prince’s

yunho’s larger fingers trace over some of your older work wounds

you try not to flinch, but he notices and retracts his hand immediately

“is it extremely painful?”

he inquires, but you shake your head

“no! not at all! jus - just a pinch really,,,,,,,”

yunho sees something flash in your eyes

“and i can work fine. i really can.”

“im not questioning your skill.”

you blink and he thinks - they’re afraid im going to get them in trouble.

“your family owns a tailor’s shop in the village?”

“yes”

“are they looking to sell it?”

your eyes go wide with terror and yunho feels his heart wrench

“no - wh-why are you asking? i mean, i apologize my prince but wh-”

he lets go of your hand, upset with himself for scaring you like this and before you can get an answer he chooses to turn and flee out of the chambers and down the winding staircase

he flies past a group of confused butlers and you are left in awe, worry and panic icing up in your veins

yunho hates this - he hates that everyone is so afraid of him because they’re afraid of his mother and father

he intends on somehow making it right - especially after seeing how desperately you had tried not to look weak in his eyes

simply for the sake of this pitiful job his mother had employed you in

he thinks maybe instead of asking he should just show - gathering his large frame and making his way to find the same tax keeper from before

you are in utter disbelief when you hear your name being summoned from the guest house on an urgent matter

not by the queen for another ball gown, not the king for his muddy boots

but by prince yunho who requests your presence in the village

you expect the worst as you appear in front of your home - seeing your family lined up beside the prince and the nervous look tax keeper

oh no - did he buy my family’s only possession? this tailor shop has been in my bloodline for years-

“i’ve bought the building,”

he explains and you think you might as well just faint on the spot

“which means, it is my property and can’t be taxed by the royal family.”

the crippling shock stills and you look up into the prince’s eyes

his mouth is not smiling, but his eyes - are they?

“it belongs wholly to your family. you can keep your business here, but they will not be paying taxes ever again.”

the tax keeper is dabbing at his sweaty forehead, but you - but you are confused

your mother's eyes spark in joy and your father breathes out a sigh of relief that must have been clogging up his chest forever

the tax keeper is excused by the prince as you stare agape like a fish

“b-but why?”

you ask, more to no one than to the prince

but yunho hears you, and he explains

“you can go back to your family and run your business. you don’t have to be my mothers workhorse anymore.”

your mother rushes and takes her hand in hers

“it’s a miracle, i thought the royal family was nothing but scum but he -”

she tosses a look over her shoulder and bows to yunho

who for the first time since he was a child gets red in the ears at the sign of respect

you don’t know what to say or what to process

this isn’t a revelation you thought would ever happen - but then you look over your mother's shoulder at yunho

and he ,,,,, does not look like the miserable prince he was once before

yunho fully expects that you will not return to your position at the palace, but instead, that’s exactly what you do

and you’re not one to be ever the brave, but you think that something has shifted in the stiff air of this palace

and so when you round the corner outside the library and spot the prince you jump

“my prince wait!”

you call out and yunho stops in his tracks, he’s never been fond of being yelled at

it usually makes him wince, revert back to the traumatizing first days of his initiation into his parents “perfect prince” role

“kindness is worthless, you should listen to greed - it will bring more than moeny. it will bring power”

his fathers booming voice rings in his ears, but your own soothes it out and he waits as you catch up to him

“i apologize greatly if i am overstepping my boundaries, you are my prince - but i must question your decision to help my family for i don’t know what would drive you to perform such a kind act?”

you look up through your eyelashes and yunho thinks if he looks too long at your own gaze he might drown in it

so he clears his throat and averts his eyes to the side

“it is simply because i wanted to help you.”

his eyes flick to your hands

“you only get hurt working here.”

you still aren’t sure you’re quite catching on, but what you do retain is that the prince who everyone is so sure lives under the heel of his evil parents

has just confessed to wanting to help - of his own volition

a smile breaks out on your face

“i knew it.”

the prince straightens his back - “knew what?”

“you are nothing like them, are you?”

if he’d been anyone else but the son of the most powerful people in the country - you think you’d reach up and caress his cheek

because it feels like he hasn’t had that kind of tenderness in a long time

but you don’t want to jump your fences - so instead you give a small bow of your head

“i know you intended for me to stop working here, but i want to continue. if only because the shop still doesn’t make ends meet, but also maybe they’ll be other reasons too.”

your words seem cryptic but pure - an anomaly, but this whole situation is twisting in unexpected ways

you turn to be back on your way and yunho watches until you disappear down the hall

did you put a spell on him? or is this what vulnerability feels like?

his act of kindness toward you isn’t where yunho stops, slowly he begins to reflect on his demeanor

he was taught not to thank those that worked in the royal home for it was their “duty” to serve those higher above

but yunho had always felt dreadful about the lack of respect his parents and their closest consorts held for the staff

the first time he says “thank you” to the maid that brings him up the evening tea - she almost drops the hot pot out of shock

small steps, small steps are what he takes at first

nods of approval, polite please before asking someone to do something, and then -

he shows up at the stable one day and approaches mingi with a box

at first his old friend is cautious, but when the prince opens it and reveals an assortment of the finest sweets, mingi’s eyes grow wide and he looks up with his mouth open

“is it true? is the yunho i know coming back?”

none of this goes unnoticed - you see his efforts and you cheer him on quietly

whenever the two of your cross paths you even suspect he smiles to himself

you spend a long evening working on patching up the queen’s favorite skirt when you glance out of the window of the workshop and spot the prince with the goofy, but kindhearted stable boy

the bright vibrant red hair sticking out from under his worn cap - mingi laughs as yunho strolls beside him through the fields outside

he hasn’t relaxed completely, but even from far out here you think you can feel that there is warmth flowing back through him

they stroll closer and closer until they’re practically under the window and mingi waves out to you

yunho’s eyes meet yours and he goes breathless

you hang out of the window, hair in your face, arm out to wave in response and he remembers tails he read in books

rapunzel, cinderella, little mermaid - but all the princes in those tales were good

they weren’t crude and unfriendly, money-hungry or manipulative

that’s why they were loved. and that’s why you are not

he tears his eyes away and mingi shouts that you come visit him in the stables for lunch tomorrow

you promise that you will, and the cast one last look at the prince

the next day, just as you expected, you’re enjoying lunch on the hay bales with mingi when the prince happens to come by

he tells mingi that his father wants to have some horses prepared for an afternoon hunt and mingi shoves the remaining of his sandwich in his mouth with a thumbs up

you laugh at his silliness and yunho thinks he can listen to that sound for the rest of his existence

“have you eaten my prince?”

you ask and yunho knows you’re saying it because you have to - you can’t call him by his name

but the way it makes him feel is some effect he’s never had with anyone else before

“yes, please enjoy your lunch as well.”

he puts a hand out as to signal for you to continue, but before he goes some sort of force and maybe a bit of wishful thinking makes you take his hand in yours

yunho’s breathing hitches

“can you join me now that mingi is gone?”

he agrees - but you’re not about to make a prince sit on hay so you invite him over to the workshop

yunho realizes as he makes his way inside that he hasn’t been in here since he was incredibly young

back when his family had a very elderly seamstress, come to think of it - she was the one that had told him all those stories of kindhearted and noble princes

he smiles at the memory, but then comes the stinging aftermath

how your parents had gotten rid of her in the blink of an eye - cast her out and yunho feels something in his chest clench

did she die on the streets? did she even have a family to go back to? why did my parents treat her like she was less than a person?

your voice asking if the prince wants you to make tea breaks his concentration - he politely refuses

and surveys the sad-looking room

there’s a bed, a desk with candles and what he presumes is your diary

most of the space is taken up by the sewing machine and the array of clothing racks

none of which are your own - yunho realizes a lot of them are his mothers or his fathers and even his own

it’s like your living in a closet, a doll stuffed back past all the other more important things

and yet here you are in front of him - shining like the aurora lights

he swallows - suddenly wanting to apologize

“my prince, if i may”

you begin

“i’ve been thinking about how you helped my family-”

“please, don’t think much of it.”

he interrupts and you shake your head

“no - i must think much of it. the son of such -”

you stop, realizing your leading yourself into what could be a very bad decision, but the prince just lets out a sad chuckle

“of such tyrants? i know, believe me i know best how cruel they can be...”

you put your hands to the front and yunho can’t stand the sight - he had never wanted to see another bandage on your fingers

but here you were, wearing them again - all because his mother couldn’t stand to be seen in the same thing twice

“yes, they are. but you are not. mingi told me about the boy you once were -”

yunho bites back on his tongue

“you asked him about me?”

“he told me how sweet and caring you were, how you cried when one the horses were whipped. you aren’t evil - you aren’t like them. it is not my place to judge anyone, especially not you - but i think you are destined for good.”

his large shoulders shake a bit and you worry that maybe you’ve gone too far

but the reality is, yunho has wanted to hear something like this for so long

it’s true - he wasn’t built to be emotionless, to care about money, to watch suffering with a blank expression

suddenly, as if the waves in all the oceans across the world have turned, you watch as the tall - intimidating - cold prince of your country crumbles to his knees on the old floor of your workshop

you rush to him, worried that he’s fallen ill

but then you touch him - hand on his cheek like you and him both had wanted to do back in front of the library

and yunho feels like he’s looking up at a saint

“i don’t want to be a bad person.”

“you are not. you never were.”

yunho leans forward into your touch, you are overwhelmed by his weight and nearly topple over yourself

when was the last time someone was gentle with him?

you wonder as his eyes flutter closed and you see how handsome he is up close

perfect skin resting against the warm skin of your palm

“my prince?”

“i know you cannot sanctify me, i know nothing can take back what my mother and father have done and caused but i want-”

“do you want to change that?”

your other hand comes up and you are cradling the prince - his gaze opens up again and he nods

“i want to make this country a place of kindness again.”

you nod, bringing your forehead down to press against his

the touch makes yunho gasp, affectionate touch foreign to his otherwise untouched body

“you can do it. i believe in you.”

yunho spends that night wide awake in his bed - staring up at the marble ceiling

he feels hot, pressing his fingers to his forehead again - to the spot where you had made contact

even his own mother hadn’t touched him with such care in years

he finds himself wishing he could get up and run out to the guest house where he’s sure you are up - working on other one of his mothers many pointless projects

that tiny room must be lonely, but was it as lonely as being here in this huge palace your whole life?

suddenly a thought that has never crossed his mind pops up

they have a loving family, but do they have someone else? someone special?

yunho sits up - hair disheveled, expensive sheets sliding down at the sudden jolt

“yunho - what are you thinking about right now? have you gone insane?.”

but the thought haunts him, and when he asks mingi in the morning for advice

the look on his friends face only makes him dread

“so you want me to explain what you’re feeling?”

“yes, why do i care so much about who this person is close to.”

mingi crosses his arms over his chest

“because you probably hope the person they’re closest to is you - right? because,,,,,,,,,well i think prince yunho,,,,,,,,,,you probably like this person.”

yunho doesn’t wrap his head around that thought - like you? no, there’s no way

sure, he admits that you have seized him like no other - made him want to change for the better, but that doesn’t necessarily mean -

he loses track of thought when he hears the door to his practice room open

you bow and apologize as you come inside, you’ve never been here before - and prince yunho looks even more handsome in his fencing attire than the usual royal regalia

“am i interrupting, i can come again later my pr-”

he shakes his hand and walks over to place the sword and his helmet down

“is there anything i can do for you?”

he asks, the nature of his voice is giving and soft - you are so happy to hear the shift

“not for me, but i think there is something you can do for your people.”

“my people?”

“you said you wanted to be a kind leader - a good person, i think you can do it - but i think you need to convince others you can too.”

yunho doesn’t know if you convince him

or if maybe he’s always wanted to do something like this

the kitchen staff are perplexed when he orders a gigantic feast

and even more so when he explains that it will be carried down and into the village

the people's eyes and mouths water at the delicacies that have for far too long been too expensive to even dream of

and when the prince makes his way through the streets - he stops and bows

“please enjoy yourselves”

he invites and the lights of what seems like an early christmas spark in the eyes of the village people

you stand beside yunho, shocked that he went this far this fast

you thought he’d start of small with acts of kindness that weren’t this grand

but then you see how happy he is to see other people happy

and when you turn away, he catches the side of your profile and another thought he never imagined he would ever have crossed his mind

don’t they look rather perfect by my side?

feasts, gigantic donations to public schools and orphanages, the prince giving his own fencing classes for free in the streets, inviting villagers to come and tell him their problems

to see him up close, no bodyguards

no meddlesome parents screaming at him to look past the sorrow and think of only the money

yunho wakes you up one morning and the gleam in his eyes excites you

“let’s donate all these dresses my mother keeps stuffed in here to the people?”

you jump out of bed, throwing your arms around his neck and exclaiming that you love that idea

and yunho is so startled

your body pressed against the front of his uniform that he has to gentle place you back on the ground

you flush and apologize profusely - he’s still the prince

even if he feels more like a friend now

and that was uncalled for and rude

yunho wishes he could express that that isn’t the reason why he let you go so fast

it’s just touch has been gone from most of his life that even interactions like these can spark something he isn’t sure he can control

instead, yunho starts helping you collect the racks and racks of expensive gowns and trousers and skirts and jackets

bringing them down to waiting carriages

mingi saluting the two of you from where he sits up beside the horse

and yunho thinks he hears symphonies as you two ride through the streets and throws these gowns out to the people

women and children’s eyes lighting up

feathers, pearls, glitter, lace all fly through the streets of the city

and then yunho notices you clutch something in your hands

it’s a pretty shawl, one that you’d throw over your shoulders during winter

“is this one special?”

he asks and you bring it up to your chest

“my mother helped me make it - the queen wore it at the last new years ball. it took so long to make,,,,,,,,,,”

yunho takes a moment to understand that all these clothes are the efforts of you - of you and your hardworking hands and soul

“we don’t have to thro-”

but you shake your head, you lean out of the carriage and see a young girl with outstretched arms - you drop the shawl and she squeals with excitement

yunho looks at the happiness that overfloods your expression

“all i want to do in my life is give -”

you turn to him

“i think that’s the noblest way to live, right?”

you look absolutely beautiful - yunho wants to say - but he just nods and holds the handle of his saber to calm himself down

when you two return, he holds his hand out to help you down

and mingi whistles from the front seat - leaving you both in an embarrassing mess

as his laughter fills the air

of course, no matter how much you and yunho do to give back to the villagers

no matter how many times he’s seen you look so comfortable, so destined beside him as you two did kind acts together

no matter how close each day felt to him coming to terms with the reality of what the swelling in his heart really meant for you

it was, without a doubt, going to come to this day

where you were hurrying through the palace and stopped dead in your tracks at the sound of a harsh, resounding slap

“you are the prince of the country, what are you doing spending your time with lower than scum peasants?”

the queens voice hisses

“no son of mine is going to rendezvous with a tailor’s daughter. your hands are dirty with their poorness, you disgust me!”

the kings low tone growls

you feel your heartbeats bang like a drum against your rib cage as you peek your head around the doors to the throne room

yunho is standing at the edge of the large marble stairs

his mother and father,

adorned head to toe in your hard work and in jewels they’ve bought with the blood-stained money of their villagers

loom over him like two angry shdaows

they shout cruel words at him

about how he shouldn’t spend his time with you, how he shouldn’t interact with the people, about how stupid he is to make himself out to be this “weak” of a prince

“you’ll never bear the weight of this crown - you know nothing about being a leader!”

his father lashes out and then his mother raises her hand once more

she brings it down, hard against the skin of his cheek

so hard you nearly feel it on your own body

the sound you make echos into the room and all heads turn toward you

you don’t even make an attempt to run or hide, you let the guards drag you up beside yunho

his princes’ crown abandoned at his feet

the saber he always keeps by his side strewn onto the other side of the room

he looks defeated and you just want to tell him that nothing they said is true

“my prince look at me, please - they can spew all the words in the world but i know your kindness will prevail so don’t listen-”

you start, but the queen orders one of the guards to cover up your mouth

you muffle through their hand and yunho can’t even bear to look at you right now

“it’s their fault, isn’t it. if you’d never come into this house my son would have never become the pitiful, pathetic idiot that he’s showcased himself to be.”

the queen’s heels send static through your spine as she makes her way over

“give me yunho’s saber”

she instructs and one of the other court guards scrambles to hand it to her

the king puts his hands behind his back, satisfied with letting his wife do the dirty work as she unsheathes the sword

the jade embellishments are so beautiful - you’d always admired them when they hung at yunho’s side

“no one will miss you dear, you already forced my son to give your disgusting family a free pass by buying up that ugly shack of a tailors shop. well i suppose someone has to pay for his stupidity - and since i can’t kill my own son.”

she flicks her eyes at yunho and scoffs

“i can kill what made him so damn useless”

the guard lets you go - and you full to the floor to collect your breath

it leaves you open to the attack, and you want to take one last look at yunho

ask him to please not give up on becoming a better ruler for the people

when suddenly you see him move forward, grabbing onto the blade before his mother can thrust it forward

all you feel is the tiny drops of blood as the sharp edge digs into his skin and he yanks it from her hold

stepping in front of you he puts the sword out

“GUARDS!”

his mother shouts, but just as they move toward him - yunho finally speaks

it’s that voice you’ve heard about, the voice that sounds like thunder

“WHAT? ARE YOU GOING TO KILL ME? THE PRINCE?”

he heaves, bloody hands wrapped around the grip of his sword

“YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ME AND KEEP LIVING UNDER THEIR COMMAND? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?”

the guards all hesitate - and the staff which have crowded around the commotion all have their eyes locked on yunho and you

you look up, yunho is visibility shaking - the pain must be immense as the gashes on his palms are huge

“my prince-”

you start, but it’s weak and meager and drowned out by the queens insolent laughing, accompanied by the king in unison

“OF COURSE THEY ARE, SON! THEY’RE IDIOTS BORN TO SERVE - NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS!”

yunho looks around and asks again

“ARE THESE THE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO LIVE FOR?”

the queen and king don’t look scared, they just order for the guards to seize yunho and kill you once more

but no one moves

no one dares to even breath

slowly you start to get up, you reach out - yunho watches you as you settle your hands over his

you hold the grip too, your old scarring wounds over his freshly new ones

“i don’t want to be ruled by them anymore.”

you start

“i want to be ruled by a kind, loving, thoughtful person. i want to be ruled by prince yunho.”

he staff burst into bubbling talks, the guards still don’t move

and yunho looks at you - holding his bloody hands and bloody sword

and he still sees the imprint of the guards hand on your neck and lips and it tears him apart

but it makes him stronger too

and he also feels his head almost spin because this is the first time you’ve ever said his name

suddenly, there’s a flash and the entire room turns - assuming a guard has finally made their move

but instead, the flash is red

and it runs up behind the king and then appears beside you and yunho

it’s mingi, and in his hands is the crown that was just on the kings head

“i believe this is yours!”

he grins - plopping it ontop of yunho’s head and stepping back to join the staff that has now crowded itself into the room

the king hollers for the guards to get him

but yunho beats him to it

“GUARDS, AS THE NEW KING -”

his eyes lock with yours

“I ORDER YOU TO SEIZE MY MOTHER AND FATHER!”

without a moment's hesitation, you hear them rally around to take the old queen and king by the hands

they both yell and shout that this is insane - preposterous - that their son better stop acting up and order them to be released now

but yunho shakes his head

“too long you two have asked me to be silent, to be cruel, and to be heartless. but i chose kindness. i chose to give because.”

you smile at him - and say it in the same

“that is the noblest way to live.”

the staff break into a cheer all around, the doors of the palace burst open and the parade you and yunho out into the streets

although you’re both sweating, covered in blood and you’re riping at your sleeves to bandage yunho up

the villagers welcome him like the king he is

crooked crown - but pure heart

and mingi appears beside you

you holding yunho’s sword still in your hands

“i think we’ll need to organize a coronation for the king!”

“yes!”

you laugh and watch as the people embrace yunho and he shines in the middle, happy to finally be free of the hold of his parents

mingi leans down closer

“and a wedding am i right?”

you jump, hitting him playfully as he shrugs

even in the crowd -

the prince finds you

eyes locked on yours

everyone turns and watches as you come closer and closer

offering up the sword to him, but he simply nudges it to the side

taking your face in his hands,

just like you did to him all that time before

the makeshift bandages rough on your cheeks

but his lips soft as they brush yours

mingi grins

“i was definitely right. there will totally be a wedding soon,,,,,,,,i hope there will be cake!”

#yunho scenarios #yunho imagines #yunho au #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez au #prince au #blood/#minor violence/#yunho #ateez #member: ateez #writing commissions

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hanhan156 · 5 years

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The Pandora’s box chapter I

So this is it, I had to make my own Paulchard kiss fic as well even though there are several ones already. I had this idea for a long time and my head was almost like screaming for this to be written down, so here is the result.

Also, I had to break the promise with myself to make only fics with one chapter and I decided to separate this story in two - the two parts have quite different atmosphere and otherwise, it would have been super long.

Hopefully, you'll like my stupid jokes mixed with some fluff and even drama. The tension between Reesh and Paul is tightening!

The Stadium Tour is about to start and Till thinks they still need something to spice their show up a little – like a cherry on top. The perfect solution comes from an unexpected resource, leading into unexpected results.

One could even say that the Pandora's box will finally be opened.

Chapter I

Paul was awoken by distant chattering and panicking voices around. He opened his eyes slightly and saw blurry figures bustling around him.

What in the bloody hell is going on in here?

“Gott im Himmel, did he have an epilepsy attack or what happened? Shit, this is my fault, it was my idea in the first place…” Paul could hear Flake’s usually quiet voice, now loud and trembling.

“It’s nobody’s fault. We just have to make sure his okay,” Till interrupted the panicking keyboardist’s ramble. Of course, he was slightly alarmed as well, but he knew that in this kind of situation, it really didn’t help if everyone around you were being hysteric.

Even though Paul couldn’t see properly, he felt there was somebody holding his hand, stroking it softly at the same time. “I really don’t know what happened, we just have to wait…” the figure sobbed.

Paul got a bit annoyed about all of this. Why was everybody so upset about him suddenly? Without saying anything out loud, he decided he had to sit up. He wasn’t a cripple, for Christ’s sake.

But, his intentions were swiftly interrupted by strong arms.

“Let go of me!” he shouted and didn’t want to admit that moving had made him even dizzier.

“Shh, everything’s fine. You should rest now,” was the only answer he could hear from the same figure who had been holding his hand, now gently pushing him back to the floor.

Paul closed his eyes again and pressed his hand against his forehead. If he wouldn’t have had this terrible headache he would certainly have stood up and walked away from this - just like nothing had happened. “Okay, what’s going on in here?” He tried to pinch himself. Or am I dreaming?

Now, he finally saw that the person who had been next to him the whole time was Richard - his glossy eyes made Paul uneasy. “We…really don’t know, but thank God, you are awake again. We were so worried about you…everything happened so quickly, we didn’t know what we should do.”

Once again, a vague answer. “…okay? What’s going on in here and why are you looking like that?”

Paul tried to focus when his fellow guitarist looked at him straight in the eyes, his gorgeous face still fuzzy for him. “How much do you remember?” Richard’s voice sounded like it was coming from the distance even though they were so close to each other.

Paul tried his best to comprehend this all. “Well, something happened and suddenly, I’m on the floor and you all look like that. Please, can you just tell me, what this shit is all about. I’m sick of these unclear answers of yours.” He felt like the headache - which he’d had the whole day - was getting stronger when he tried to concentrate on thinking.

Till sat down next to them and sighed. “To make it short, you fainted while we were having a rehearsal.”

That sounded extraordinary. He had fainted before in school when he was an adolescent, but never as an adult. “But…why in the hell I’d faint in a rehearsal? Did something…unusual happen before?” Paul tried his best to recall but the incidents before were still so vague - and thinking still made his headache just worse.

All his fellow bandmates looked slightly awkward.

“Maybe Reesh could tell you it…more detailed,” Till managed to say finally.

It all originated from the day before when they’d had a meeting. Most of their upcoming spectacle was already planned - still, that infamous something was missing. Perhaps, some small details, or surprises.

“So, what do you think, should we…spice things up a bit?” Till asked while they were sitting around the round table which had become way too familiar for them during their rehearsals. Richard was yawning visibly - he thought that these meetings were the most boring parts of being a band. And in his opinion, the show was already great enough, so there was no point to add anything anymore.

“What do you mean?” Schneider asked.

“Something a bit unplanned, something which might shock the audience a bit - something political even, but not too much. I don’t know about you, but at least I don’t want to be in jail after our tour is finished.”

Everybody - expect for Richard, who was trying to annoy Paul by poking his toes under the table - tried to think something suitable.

“Hey, I have an idea!” Schneider yelled, and to Paul’s relief, his fellow guitarist stopped his aggravation finally.

“Okay, tell us,” Paul said and glanced his fellow grinning guitarist murderously.

“What if we dressed up as women? It was so much fun in earlier tours when I was Frau Schneider. This time, we all could come up with a female character for each other. I’m sure it would be a success!”

There was some amused snorting and slight giggling. Everybody knew that Schneider was fond of dressing up as a female, but he still didn’t have to suggest that every single time when they were thinking to add something new to their show.

Their singer was the only one who had the guts to say it out loud: “Schneider, even though you love it, dressing up as women is totally out of context. We already agreed that Bück dich is not included, and there are way too many costumes already, so I’m sorry to announce that Frau Schneider or any other female character is not gonna have her magical moment this time.”

Schneider pouted. “Yeah, every time when Till or Reesh has an idea, everybody agrees, but when I’m excited about something, you all think it’s Scheisse.”

“It’s nothing personal,” Till said with a sigh and tried to move the discussion to other subjects, before Richard would start his arguments against the drummer. “Okay, does somebody else have anything in mind?”

After another silent moment, unexpectedly, Flake raised his hand, his eyes fixed on the table. He was so shy and reserved that he always felt uneasy when everybody’s attention was at him. “I-I might have an idea, if it’s ok to tell it.”

“Of course,” rest of his bandmembers said all together. They still didn’t understand, why Flake always had to ask for permission when he wanted to express his ideas and opinions. He was part of the family as much as everyone else.

The keyboardist stood up and started his speech: “Well, in the era of gay rights, I was thinking that we could…well, this is perhaps a stupid idea, but--” He froze for a moment, and Till smiled at him and gestured. “Carry on, it sounds very promising.”

Flake cleared his throat and tried to force a smile on his face. “We could…umm…wave the rainbow flag at some point…you know, for example, when we are boating through the audience. And also…I don’t know from where this came from, but…some of us could kiss each other.”

He could sense the atmosphere getting a tiny bit awkward - or the truth was that everybody was just trying to comprehend what they had just heard, it had nothing to do with Flake. “I…it might be a bit shocking for some people, but not too much, or at least I think so. Besides, it might raise some interesting reactions from the media. Definitely not everybody’s gonna like it, but we could ask ourselves, when our band hasn’t been controversial.”

When Flake stopped, he dared to look at his bandmates, but couldn’t read anything from their expressions. He suddenly started to panic and stuttered: “E-es t-tut mir l-leicht, it was a bad and b-boring idea…maybe Reesh or Paul has something better. I-I’m not good at this…”

Till raised his hand. “Stop it, Flake.” Then he stood up and approached the embarrassed man who was still in front of everyone. Till put his hands on his friend’s shoulders and slowly, a smile was curving on his face. “That’s…a brilliant idea! I’ve always thought that you really are a genius!” Then, to Flake’s horror, Till hugged him. Everybody else was nodding and showing their agreement as well.

“Have to admit, it’s a good idea…”

“Not bad at all…”

Till and Flake came back to the table, the latter man resembling a ghost. Usually, when people were ashamed they started blushing, while Flake always turned completely pale.

“I have to admit that’s a brilliant idea indeed,” Richard said. “So, who do you want to kiss, Flake?”

“I-I didn’t mean it should be me! I…was thinking that maybe someone else…” with better looks and more confidence, he almost added.

“C’mon Flake, it’s not so bad,” Paul tried to convince the keyboardist. “Besides, you can choose whoever you want from the most perfect alternatives of this universe.”

“The man has suffered enough,” Till said because he didn’t want Flake to be any more upset. “I have forced him to do Bück dich and I’m already gonna cook him in the show, so maybe someone else should sacrifice himself.”

“Besides, I don’t want to be involved in the fanfictions which might appear after the…incident, if we decide to include it in our show,” Flake added.

Everybody looked puzzled and Flake thought that maybe he just should shut himself up finally.

“What’s a…fanfiction?” Schneider asked, innocently.

Paul gave a laugh. “Seriously, do you live under a rock or something?”

“Well, I’m sorry that I have a life and I’m not spending all my precious free time stalking the Internet!”

Oliver, who hadn’t said anything yet, clarified their drummer’s question: “Fanfiction means stories from basically anything - or anyone - you can imagine. The writers choose characters from the media they want - for example, us - and write whatever they want. Somebody could write a story about us being vampires in a haunted medieval village or superhero cats in space for example.” Flake was totally relieved that he didn’t have to answer.

Schneider snorted. “But I don’t get it, who wants to make stories…about us? Somebody who doesn’t have any other life?” It was impossible for him trying to figure out, what kind of person would want to write a story about them and even enjoy it.

Richard looked at the distance with a dreamy look. “I definitely like the idea and I’m not against it if people are writing about me.” Then he turned back to Flake and asked: “Can you tell me, from where can I find these fanfictions or what were they called?” A sly smile was forming on his face before he continued: “And why do you know so much about them in the first place, may I ask?”

Flake was an old Star Trek and Star Wars fan, so that was why he knew quite much about Internet and fandom culture. But he didn’t want to it say out loud, that he’d been stalking Rammstein fanfiction as well - just for curiosity, of course. “Well, there’s a site called AO3, if you really want to check it out. But I’ll warn you beforehand, some of the stories are a bit…questionable.”

Richard raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by ‘questionable’?”

Just when Flake was about to answer, again, Oliver made it first: “They are, to be honest, usually pretty gay. Our fans are crazy, I can tell you. And if you want to be more entertained, just go to a site called Tumblr and put our band’s name in the search bar. You won’t be disappointed, I assure you.”

The newly learned facts just arose more interest in Richard. “That’s…fascinating,” he said and was about to start browsing his phone. This sounded way too juicy to skip. He could only wonder what kind of content there was about him on the Internet.

But before anything happened, Till took the phone from the guitarist’s hand and laughed out loud. “Guys, guys, seriously…just check your fanfictions, or whatever they are, later. Now we must concentrate on the show. Only a couple of weeks left, so we have to work hard to polish everything.”

“C’mon Till, you can’t say that you aren’t interested at all what our fans are writing about us!” Richard yelled while Till was busy hiding his phone.

“So, who wants to do the kissing? Any volunteers?” Till asked and didn’t mind about Richard’s piercing gaze. Their lead guitarist looked like a schoolkid whose dad had just taken his Gameboy away.

“So, you are not willing to do it?” Richard asked sarcastically.

“Well, if nobody else wants, I’m up for it, but I just wanted to be polite.”

Richard stood up and announced: “I’ll do it, if no one else wants.” The idea of being involved in fan stories was alluring indeed and besides, he liked to be the center of attention.

“Very well,” Till said.

“So, who am I gonna kiss?”

“You can choose yourself, of course.”

In his heart, Richard already knew the answer, but still, he tried to make the atmosphere tense and was acting like he had hard time choosing. “The one who will have the honor to be kissed by me, is…”

Richard looked one by one at all his familiar bandmembers gathered around the table. Flake was out of question. Oliver was like kissing a tablecloth, so not very tempting. Kissing Till was quite boring, and he was already busy enough on the stage. Schneider would have been a nice alternative, but he was behind the drums all the time, so it might be a bit difficult. That left him only one - and the best - alternative.

“…Paul,” he announced finally, smirking like an idiot to his fellow guitarist.

Till turned to Paul. How I am not surprised at all. “Is it okay for you? And of course, we can rehearse it and stuff, no worries about it.”

“Yeah, it’s…fine,” Paul answered, trying to sound cool even though he felt a bit unpleasant twitch in his stomach when he visualized the kissing with his fellow guitarist. Of course, they’d had that awkward semiromantic moment before when Richard had showed his outfits, but this time, it was going to be public, for thousands of people.

Richard winked to Paul. “So, when are we gonna rehearse this spectacular moment?”

The day was going to end soon, so to Paul’s relief, they didn’t have any time left. “Maybe tomorrow, I really have to get home soon.”

“So, tomorrow it is then. I cannot wait,” Richard whispered right in front of the other guitarist’s face.

Paul was now seriously thinking maybe he should stay at home tomorrow and lie that he has a stomach flu. Then, he wouldn’t have to come and they all could forget the idea.

#rammstein #richard kruspe #paul landers #flake lorenz #till lindemann #christoph schneider #oliver riedel #paulchard kiss #fanfiction #my fics #Europe Stadium Tour 2019

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low-budget-mulan · 7 years

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All of the "hella [...] cute yall" asks! Muhahaha!

First of all tumblr changed and for some reason I am not getting all the asks that are being sent to me. So sorry for the late response

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

More cereal than milk.

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

I absolutely love the cold. it is my favorite thing ever

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

I have used very weird things. Usually whatever is closest. i used a slice of cheese once...

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

i take my coffee the way I like my men rich and creamy or strong and black. there is no in between .

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

I don’t ever really smile. so i mean not really

6: do you keep plants?

until they die yes.

7: do you name your plants?

no??? i’m not weird

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

sleep

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

if absolutely nobody is around

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

yes

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends?

where to begin. Snao, i dont need this my man has two jobs, it’s the strangest thing. it’s the weirdest thing, drugs, AMERICA EXPLAIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNN, i eat dogs for breakfast. there is so many more that I am just going to stop here.

12: what's your favorite planet?

URANUS

13: what's something that made you smile today?

my friend

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

empty because we would be using all of our money to pay rent in the stupid place

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

My dad is helping to build the satellite to replace the hubble space telescope.

16: what's your favorite pasta dish?

RAVIOLI

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

PURPLE

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

i MADE MY PRIEST THINK I WAS PREGNANT WHILE I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL. AND THE FATHER WAS ONE OF THE OTHER HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

no. I have always been unable to keep journals because my family doesn’t respect my personal space

20: what's your favorite eye color?

tbh I really like brown eyes.

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

I don’t really have a favorite bag.

22: are you a morning person?

hell no

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

sleep and netflix

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into?

the church

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

i recently had to throw them away. I am now forced to wear shoes that are too small because I am too stubborn to buy new ones

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor?

idk

28: sunrise or sunset?

sunset

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

whenever i do something stupid/awkward/embarrasing my friend being completely honest will say “youre cute” she is great and must be protected at all costs

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

when i was forced to walk through the women’s march in san francisco

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

i prefer bearefoot, but i wear silly socks or just don’t match my socks

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

for a second i though turtles said quack

33: what's your fave pastry?

Conchitas

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

it was a little stuffed girl doll thing. its name was sara (at the time I thought my name was Sarah so my doll had a different name than me)

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

yes, but am not artistic, so they just go to waste

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now?

wal

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

clea, but it is alwasy messy

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

idk can’t think of them off the top of my head, but when people do things then i get annoyed

39: what color do you wear the most?

black to match my soul

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you?

my scapular, but it isn’t jewelry. I don’t wear jewelry just religious items. my scapular is blessed by pope francis and a third class relic of a couple saints

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving?

the bible

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

honu. its smol, family owned, and peaceful.

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

it’s been too long. cant remember

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

adoration

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

yes

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

it’s kinda cheesy so i don’t think it will be very gouda.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

pineapple on pizza

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

idk wasn’t really a scared kid

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

yes. can’t remember

50: what's an odd thing you collect?

scapulars

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

the digicatholit fam and taste of eternity

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

united memes

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

no, no, yes, yes. the ones ive seen I liked

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

my grandpa when my grandma was in the hospital last week

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point?

ummmmm can’t remember, but i do lots of things to prove points.

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

idk

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

it’s overplayed, but I like it. no. I am a normal person

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

me and me

59: what's your favorite myth?

idk

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

yes. i lik the bred

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received?

i gave someone a lego once. not a set of legos, not a lego man. a singular lego piece

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

no. theyre everywhere

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

blue and cloudy

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with?

yes. renee. it’s been almost 2 days

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

non existent. i’d like to not die of allergies

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

i love them.

68: what's winter like where you live?

hot

69: what are your favorite board games?

monopoly and quelf

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

i was forced into playing it by someone who used to be my friend. I STRONGLY RECOMMEND NOT USING THEM EVER.

71: what's your favorite kind of tea?

iced

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it?

yes, but im too lazy

73: what are some of your worst habits?

all of them

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

lit

75: tell us about your pets!

theyre ded

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't?

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

pink

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

MINIONS ARE LIKE MY FAVORITE THING EVER

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

my friend will stay up super late watching movies with me even though he has things to do in the morning.

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

dark blue. no.

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

puddles of poo

82: are/were you good in school?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA i could have been better

83: what's some of your favorite album art?

idk

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

hell yea. mostly catholic stuff

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

john paul ii comic books

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

i guess

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

monty python, heavyweights, nacho libre

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

catholic ones

89: are you close to your parents?

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

it’s hot and theres a lot to do

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

JAPAN

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

yes

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most?

not brushing it because i am lazy

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

idk?

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

sleep

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

i wait until it won’t let me wait any longer

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

infj sign of the cross slytherin

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

idk it was fine

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

taste of eternity, your love

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

future

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Answer them all :)

1: When you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? More Cereal

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? No

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? Napkins or pencils

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? With soy milk

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? self conscious about everything tbh

6: do you keep plants? only a cactus i’ve had in my back year for about 10 years

7: do you name your plants? no

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? nothing really I try to write but its usually really bad lol

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? singing, but I usually forget the words but that doesn’t stop me

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? back and side but never my stomach that hurts my neck

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends? can’t tell you its an inner joke

12: what's your favorite planet? Earth. But also Mars and Jupiter: more so for the mythology.

13: what's something that made you smile today? seeing my dog

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? a mattress and computer table only surrounded by empty beer bottles

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! 99% of our solar system's mass is the sun

16: what's your favorite pasta dish? Ravioli

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? I want to bleach my hair but i think my skin is too dark

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. My best friend had answers for all the tests and she knew I was struggling but didn’t tell me and watched me struggle. Never letting that go

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? No

20: what's your favorite eye color? It used to be green then blue but now Im in love with brown eyes

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. No tengo

22: are you a morning person? Only if im still up from last night

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Sleep

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? No

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? Some weird place downtown that was filled with Japanese people that didn’t speak any English at all

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? dont have em

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor? Green- spearmint

28: sunrise or sunset? Both are beautiful in their own way

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? Checks my blog daily LOL

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? Yes

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. I like black socks and I only throw away my socks when they start to get holes in them. I can’t sleep in socks I feel restricted, kinda like wearing pants when I sleep.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. Nothing good happens after 2AM

33: what's your fave pastry? Cheese danish

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? I was a pink bunny I used to wrestle with because I used to think wrestling was real

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? I like smooth writing black ink pens

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now? Listening to Radiohead rn but more in the mood for some slow classical music rn tbh

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? Clean but it tends to stay messy

38: tell us about your pet peeves! Hippocrates- more so people who tell me they HATE something and then love it soon after, like come on have some values!

39: what color do you wear the most? Black/grey

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you? I dont wear jewelry

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving? Killing the Rising Sun

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! Coffee shops are too glorified on this website, I like making my own coffee to be completely honest

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? Someone no longer in my life

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? Only recently, first time in years

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? I try not to because I tend to be wrong about people alot

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. Amanda LOL

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? forget that we need to ban fireball

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? As a kid it was death, today its life. Quite the opposite.

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? Never bought physical music. ( or digital)

50: what's an odd thing you collect? I keep my old chapsticks( the ones I dont lose) because those smells can take me back to moments in my life.

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? Ophelia

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? hm, probably the darth kermit that one took my by surprise

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? Dont understand this, so im guessing no

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? My dog when I left this morning ahah

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point? Broken up/ blocked someone

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? seeing them genuinely care without wanting something in return

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? Took me a while to like this song

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? Kylie old grandma, vodka is nikki because of her gluten allergy lol

59: what's your favorite myth? Can’t pick one

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? Very much so, can’t recall on the top of my head

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received? Hm pretty content with both tbh.

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? only coffee

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? not really, Ill organize them when im bored

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? Dark blue?

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with? ya

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? idk

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? sleepy and horny and lazy

68: what's winter like where you live? 50 degrees F with chance of rain

69: what are your favorite board games? Monopoly

70: have you ever used a ouija board? No

71: what's your favorite kind of tea? Thai or earl grey

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? Usually I have a pretty good memory

73: what are some of your worst habits? Thinking of impossible scenarios in my mind

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. caring, loving, protective

75: tell us about your pets! I have a 9 month old rottweiler who keeps me very happy and I want to get another dog soon, between a golden retriever, German shepherd or cane corso.

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't? Not really, I’ve been very responsible today

77: pink or yellow lemonade? yelllow

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? Honorary member of the fan club

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? brought me food when I told them I never want to see them again :D

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? Light green, because I want something to keep me happy and a soothing color. Something that will mellow me out. Yes I chose it.

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. Beautiful, like another world

82: are/were you good in school? Depends really

83: what's some of your favorite album art? Usually Jay-z has artsy stuff.

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? Im torn on this

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? I barely started reading books lol

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? Prefer them.

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Star Wars (1-3)

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? Love abstract and street art

89: are you close to your parents? Yes

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. Apart from my own city, I think I love vegas, It’s filled with all types of people. Everyone is doing whatever they want to try to make themselves happy. Kinda like a heaven and hell mixed together.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? Nothing in mind, maybe to canada or UK

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? Drown

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most? The i just woke up one

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? My cousins birthday is today

95: what are your plans for this weekend? hm, nothing really, just get through it.

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? Remind me later

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? Taurus

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? Very much so I went with my friends and we all brought our doggies

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. It depends really

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? I really want to say forward which is something i’ve never thought I’d even consider. With that being sad, going back is always “easier” due to the fact that you’ve done it before and are familiar with upcoming events.

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