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You can STAY- Part Three

F/M Pairing: Y/N x Lee Felix (side pairing: Y/N x Stray Kids)

Word Count: 5.2K

Warnings: Language

Genre: Fantasy AU; Scarlet Heart AU; OT8 SKZ

Previous Parts: Part One, Part Two

Summary: Y/N has another unexpected confrontation with Prince Felix. But he’s also not her biggest problem, especially when she uncovers a potentially devastating plot that could completely unravel the royal hierarchy.

Taglist: @angelphantomlove @moonlightracha @staycarat0801 @jjabbur @pinkchcn @smolchild-lol @straykidbaby @moonnstars90 @choisaemi @dru-shadow @skzooyeet

It was still early that morning when I woke-up to the sound of someone knocking on the door to my bedroom. For a moment, I was too disoriented to respond, but the sound grew louder with the force of whoever was insistent about coming inside. Finally, I gave in and walked over to answer the door with a nonchalance that I’m sure reflected my drowsiness.

“Jeongin?” I questioned, surprised to see the younger standing on the other side.

“Hi, Y/N,” he said, and it was a timid greeting as he shuffled anxiously in the doorway.

“Did you need something?” I asked, wondering why one of the King’s sons had went out of his way to visit me in my small dungeon bedroom.

“I, uh, wanted to make sure you weren’t busy today,” Jeongin said. “I'd like to visit the market again and try to sell my paintings.”

The request took me off-guard, and I didn’t know which I was more surprised to hear: that Jeongin wanted me to accompany him, or that the King’s youngest son made trips to the market to sell his artwork like he didn’t already have enough money. “I guess I can go with you,” I said.

“It’s mostly for protection,” Jeongin said. “Cuz’ of your powers and stuff...”

I grinned at his awkward conversation because it was strangely adorable to hear him stumble over his request. “I’d love to, Jeongin,” I said. “Let me get dressed and I’ll meet you outside on the bridge.”

Jeongin nodded in agreement and I gently closed the door to prepare myself for an impromptu trip into town.

It certainly sounded like a better prospect than resigning myself to another day of medicinal experimentation - searching for the cure that would alleviate Ella’s suffering. Ever since my encounter with Chan’s wife, I had been relentlessly searching my manuals and the records kept neatly arranged in the Castle’s library. However, despite my efforts, I was no closer to finding the answers than I had been during our first meeting.

Yet, I could never give-up on something that might help someone else in need, so I maintained my confidence that I just needed to look harder. But one day out of the confines of my bedroom couldn’t possibly hurt, especially since I had experienced an excruciating headache during the previous night after spending all afternoon hunched over my desk.

I nodded in self-determination, swiping my brush through my hair one more time before I left my room, walking upstairs alone with the company of my thoughts as I tried to focus on the task at hand. If Jeongin trusted me enough for protection, then I would do my best not to disappoint him. I had worked hard to fine-tune my powers for any case that might arise while I served the royal family, and I considered my fighting skills to be an enormous source of pride.

“You should feel privileged to walk so freely without care.”

I paused at the top of the staircase at the sound of an all-too familiar voice, and I frowned when Felix came into view while wearing an arrogant smile. “Forgive me, miss,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of a proper introduction.”

“Then what do you consider our last meeting?” I asked him. “If I recall correctly, you insinuated that I would bring ruin to this Castle.”

“Of course not,” Felix said. “It was rather premature of me to base my opinion on a foolish disagreement with Seungmin.”

“I agree,” I said, keeping my tone neutral as I watched him come even closer. “Do you not believe such things anymore?”

“I find you perfectly elegant, Y/N,” Felix said. “You seem to prioritize your morals above everything else, and I can sense a profound loyalty for my family despite only just arriving a few nights ago.”

“Not so much your family,” I corrected him. “I serve the kingdom, and that means honoring those who lead it.”

“How righteous,” Felix said. “Consider me impressed by your character.”

“I wish I could the say the same,” I said, and I was pleased when Felix’s smile vanished.

“Have I done something to offend you?” Felix asked. “I apologized for my actions. Please don’t tell me that you intend to hold a grudge?”

“Consider it more of a casual suspicion,” I said, watching his green eyes narrow. “I’ve learned a lot about you since my arrival.”

“Is that so?” Felix asked, and I could tell that he was not appreciative of my comment.

I nodded as I remembered my conversation with Chan on the same afternoon when I met his wife - how he willingly opened up to me about his red-haired brother in exchange for a tentative promise to help his wife.

“I know that you aren’t wanted here,” I said. “I was told that your own mother tried to kill you when you were merely a child.”

“Where did you hear this?” Felix asked, but his tone wasn’t angry like I had been expecting; instead, he seemed unusually morose while he looked at me with sad green eyes.

“Does it matter?” I asked him. “How else should I look upon someone whose own father hated him so much that he sent him away to another kingdom?”

My words triggered a brief silence between us, and it seemed like they had a great affect on Felix, but I was still stunned when he reached out to grab my wrist - directing my hand over his heart. “Do you feel that?” he asked, and I slowly nodded. “I’m human, Y/N,” he continued. “This opinion you have of me matters because it’s made you forget that I’m flesh and blood like you. And I expected someone with your moral integrity to know better than to treat an equal as lesser, or to believe nasty rumors without understanding the whole story.”

I could feel my mouth fall open in shock, and I looked at Felix for the first time without a single ounce of judgment. But I still couldn’t help but remain stuck on one word in particular: “Equal,” I repeated.

“Do you not consider that accurate?” Felix asked. “As far as I’m concerned, we both live and breath and share the same experiences. And to address your other offense against me, I’d like you to understand that my mother is a wicked woman who has always favored her eldest son. She held him to the utmost regard while I was nothing but a mistake that she always regretted...Yes, my mother did try to kill me, but it wasn’t out of a sense of righteousness to rid this world of a perceived evil. And when she wasn’t successful, she gave me this scar that I hide from the rest of the world.”

I swallowed hard when Felix removed the black mask obscuring the left side of his face to reveal a diagonal line of jagged edges. “In actuality, she would’ve done anything to ensure that Chan had no competition to stand in his way of the throne. But look at how well that worked out for them both. Chan decided to marry a peasant girl and defy our father, and he deserves his lowered status because he needs to finally understand that his actions have consequences that can last for a lifetime.”

He finished his tirade with a heavy exhale before securing his mask back into place. “Look at us, Y/N. We’ve both decreed presumptive judgments of one another, and they’re entirely inaccurate.” He then lowered his gaze when he infiltrated my personal space - far closer than what might be considered appropriate. “Forgive me for all that I’ve done that forced you to seek these lies. Perhaps in the future, we can hold a civil conversation together.”

I closed my eyes, reeling from the onslaught of his confession. “Why are so insistent on defending these perceptions, Felix?”

“Because you came here with no outside bias against me,” Felix replied. “I refuse to see these royals feed you misinformation just for you to turn against me as well.”

“I suppose it almost worked,” I said. “But I’m still confused after listening to an entirely different side.”

“It’s my side,” Felix insisted. “Seek the truth for yourself, but keep in mind that the people in this Castle are all looking out for their best interests.”

“Aren’t you doing the same?”

“Yes, but you’ll hopefully come to find that I never speak untruths,” he said. “My mother is an insane liar, and her clever tongue managed to keep Chan in this castle after his marriage, even though the king decided to deny him the opportunity to take the throne. I’ve seen her behave this way for my entire life, and I once vowed to never be anything like her.”

He finally stepped away, and I was able to inhale without restriction. His grin returned as he observed me. “Despite what you’re thinking, my return to the castle was not predicated on ill-conceived intentions. There’s no reason to doubt me, Y/N, and for the record, I’d like you to know that you’ve fascinated me from the moment I saw you at the choosing ceremony.”

His final declaration rendered me speechless, and I found myself trembling when he offered me a discreet wink before returning in the direction from which he had arrived.

By the time the sun was at its highest point in the sky, Jeongin and I were carefully walking around the outskirts of the market - searching for the perfect place to set up his paintings. “I do this all the time,” Jeongin reassured me with a cute smile that was impossible to deny.

“Okay,” I agreed, admiring the usual bustle of the market as eager patrons searched for the best prices on the goods they required.

“Over there,” Jeongin suggested, pointing to an empty stall, and I followed him with a selection of his paintings secured under my arm. “Let’s organize them,” Jeongin said, and I carefully followed his instructions while also admiring the beautiful creations that he had crafted.

“These are gorgeous,” I said, and he brightened at the compliment.

“Really?”

“Of course,” I said, tracing my fingertips across the texture of an oil painting. “They look so real.”

“My mother thinks it’s a waste of time,” Jeongin scoffed, gaze hardening for a moment as he stepped back to admire our efforts.

“I think it’s creative,” I said. “It makes you stand out from the others.”

“Exactly,” Jeongin agreed. “Everyone else already has something that makes them unique, and I wanted my own thing.”

“Well, you certainly found it,” I said, pausing when I noticed an elderly woman approaching our collection.

“How much for this one?” she inquired, indicating a rather gorgeous recreation of the surrounding mountain range.

While Jeongin started negotiations, I took my time perusing the remaining pieces that he had brought with him. I could tell that he had put his heart and soul into faithful adaptations of the most random subject matter: everything from scenic portraits to little drawings of his family members. It was a fascinating dynamic to his character, and I wondered how long the prince had been painting because these looked far too advanced considering his young age.

“Are you serious!?” a hostile voice growled, interrupting my musings with a tone that alerted me to possibility of an impending confrontation.

“What’s going on?” I asked, coming to stand next to a fuming Jeongin as he glared at the man who was holding one of his paintings.

“This little brat thinks he can swindle me out of my money!” the man said. “The cost of this shit is worth more than my house!”

“Oh, I’m sure he’d reconsider the price,” I said, stepping closer when I sensed an opportunity to appease the tension.

“I won’t!” Jeongin declared. “That piece is incredibly valuable!”

“Of course, the bastard thinks that his royal blood makes everything he touches turn to gold.”

“That’s enough,” I said, lowering my tone. “You can look elsewhere if you can’t afford his price.”

“For your information, bitch, I’m looking in exactly the right place,” the man said, and I noticed him reaching for the sword secured at his side.

I took a deep breath when I noticed that the men he had traveled with were also advancing on the two of us - raising their own weapons into the air. I narrowed my eyes and willed their swords to fly out of their hands - shocking both of his partners. “You might want to reconsider your stance,” I said to the first man, but his accompanying smirk caught me off-guard - like he wasn’t intimidated in the slightest by my magic.

“Maybe you need a lesson in manners too,” the man said, and I could barely formulate a response before I heard Jeongin shriek my name while a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. I could feel the breath escape my lungs, and then there was a hand over my eyes, preventing me from seeing what was happening, and I started thrashing around in the limbs holding me hostage. “Let me gut this stupid girl first,” the man said, and I could hear Jeongin calling for help as the sharp point of a sword teased the side of my throat.

But the man never followed through on his promise, and I only realized a moment later that he had been compromised when I fell to the ground with a grunt. My hand went to my throat because I could still feel the phantom effects of the sword’s blade, and my eyes blinked rapidly as I saw two figures standing at the front of our stall - waving their swords with impressive skill and growling out insults. Apparently, Jeongin’s call for help had actually been answered, and I was relieved to see both Prince Chan and Prince Felix warding off the opposition.

“Your business here is done,” Felix said, appearing nothing short of intimidating with his mask and sword.

“They should be so lucky,” the first man snarled, but he knew better than to continue a fight that he was destined to lose.

I watched him walk away before I realized that Felix and Chan were both hovering over me with matching expressions of concern. “Y/N?” Chan asked with a gentle tone.

“Thank you,” I managed to respond, flushing when I noticed that both Felix and Chan had outstretched their hands for me to take. But instead of forcing myself to make that decision, I rose at my own autonomy, glaring at Felix when he chuckled.

“They might not be so lucky next time,” one of the men called back, and he must’ve still been riding the waves of adrenaline when he chanced a step back in our direction.

“Get the hell out of here,” Chan snapped at the burly man who had helped attack us, and he grumbled in complaint but obeyed nonetheless. “Y/N,” Chan repeated, shoving Felix out of the way as he came closer. “Are you okay?”

I nodded while Felix scoffed. “What the hell were the two of you doing causing trouble like that?”

“We weren’t causing trouble,” I said, and Felix smirked.

“Good,” he said in response. “After our conversation earlier, I would hate to discover that you had lied to me, Y/N.”

Chan frowned at that - glancing between me and Felix with a curious expression. “Let’s just get everyone back to the castle,” he said, and I agreed with one last glare in Felix’s direction.

The next morning, Anna woke me up early with a bright smile. “Good news,” she said, starting for my wardrobe. “The King has requested your presence at the tea ceremony today! They’re honoring Minho for his selection.”

I groaned around the exhaustion holding me captive. “Is this a request or a demand?”

Anna hesitated as she laid a dress across my bed. “Well, I wouldn’t ignore the King.”

“Of course,” I said, forcing myself to abandon the comforts of my mattress. “When will it take place?”

“This afternoon,” Anna said. “You should hurry and get dressed.”

I nodded quietly in easy compliance, watching Anna leave me to my own volition as I forced myself to put on the dress that she had left behind for me. It was fairly modest, but the sleeves had a very delicate lace lining them. I also spent a few moments in front of the mirror to check my appearance, which I never normally allowed, before I left my room to walk upstairs.

It was suspiciously quiet in the corridors, and I found it strange because I remembered that the King’s wives lived in this area of the Castle. But it was pointless to assume anything, and perhaps they were already waiting at the ceremony with their sons.

However, my senses went on high alert when I heard two voices intermingling towards the end of the passage, and I pinpointed the noise coming from a single bedroom. Subsequently, I paused outside the room, glancing through the space between the door and the entryway to see Changbin and Queen Seo speaking together in low voices.

“You’ll be next to the King,” Queen Seo said, and she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she examined Changbin’s outfit. “Do you remember the plan?”

“Of course,” Changbin replied. “I shall look for the handmaiden.”

“I’ll have her deliver the tea,” Queen Seo explained. “Once Minho drinks it...” She trailed off with a maniacal grin, reaching out to adjust Changbin’s hanbok. “My son looks so handsome,” she remarked. “Like a true leader.”

Changbin sneered at her words. “He thinks that Minho could possibly do better than me?”

Queen Seo shook her head as if she couldn’t believe it either. “Don’t trouble your mind. Tonight, we shall change his perception after we kill that little bastard.”

The promise held dangerous implications, and I stumbled backwards from the door in surprise. It was my sworn duty to protect the rulers of this Castle, and I had barely given the plot any further consideration before I was returning to my quarters.

Because I would ensure Minho’s well-being, even at the cost of my own position.

I was late to the tea ceremony as a result of my efforts, but I only received a stern reprimand from Ms. White before she escorted me to my seat next to Seungmin and Jisung. It also offered me an appropriate vantage point of Minho who I kept within my sights as everyone spoke around me with joyful tones. I had nearly forgotten that it was a celebration, and I found myself narrowing my eyes at Queen Seo and Changbin as they laughed together with the King like there was nothing wrong.

“You seem distracted.”

I slid my gaze away from Changbin - locating Seungmin as he leaned in closer to be make himself heard over the noise. “What did you say?”

“You know, Y/N,” Seungmin said, propping his chin against his hand. “I happen to like this color on you.”

I was surprised by his strangely flirtatious tone. “Excuse, me?”

But instead of replying to my query, Seungmin shot me a discreet wink and turned to Jeongin who offered his brother a friendly smile. The whole encounter was decidedly unusual, and I wondered if everyone in this Castle was startling to lose their minds.

“Don’t concern yourself with him,” Jisung said while nodding at his brother. “He’s a rare breed.”

I found myself smiling at the jest in spite of my concerns. “What can you possibly mean by that, Prince Jisung?”

“It’s his way of impressing you,” Jisung said.

“Impressing me?”

“He’s convinced himself that you only fight with him to hide your true feelings,” Jisung revealed. “Seungmin thinks you’re harboring secret affections.”

“I might’ve helped,” Hyunjin added from across the table, and I grimaced at the idea before reclining back in my chair.

“How remarkable,” I said. “He didn’t seem to like me.”

“Seungmin always acts that way around strangers,” Jisung said. “But he warms up to them eventually.”

“Don’t take it personally,” Hyunjin said. “And try not to hold it against him. He really does like you.”

“But why shouldn’t he?” a new voice contributed, and both Jisung and Hyunjin flinched when Felix suddenly entered the room - pausing at the end of the table. “Y/N is very interesting.”

I turned away from him, fanning my hand across my chest because my heart was doing something peculiar inside my chest.

The King, however, was furious. He stood and glared down at Felix with narrowed eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“Why shouldn’t I come?” Felix returned. “I’d like to celebrate Minho’s ascension to the throne. It’s what a good brother should do.”

“It’s alright, father,” Minho said, and I’m sure his words were shocking to most of the people at the table. “He can sit with us.”

“Very well,” the King relented, but he never took his eyes away from Felix as he sat down next to Hyunjin. “We shall begin.”

The King’s command summoned several handmaidens who brought inside the ceremonial tea for our consumption. Because of what I had discovered earlier, I kept a close eye on the handmaiden who served Minho - it was poisoned tea, and I had taken a potion earlier that should stop its effects. Since the potion contained a powerful chemical that was effective against all the traditional poisons I had studied, everything should be fine.

But there was a small risk that the queen had chosen a poison that could defy my potion, but I doubted that she would go to such great lengths.

“In honor of my son, Minho,” the King announced. “We shall drink to his health and vitality.”

I held my breath when everyone lifted a tea cup into the air, and I chose that precise moment to make my move.

“Your highness,” I intervened, coming around the table to grab Minho’s cup - ignoring the gasps of horror that echoed from the queens. “Shall I try it first?”

Minho blinked in surprise, looking at me like he couldn’t believe that I was standing over him. “I-I suppose.”

“In your honor, of course,” I added hastily before lifting the rim of the delicate cup to my lips.

I could taste the poison as it slid down my throat, but I emptied most of the glass before wiping the remnants with the back of my hand. I sat the cup back on the table, swallowing hard when I felt the effects swim through my system. Thankfully, they were quickly assuaged by the potion that still lingered in my bloodstream. It worked just as I had imagined, and I reached out for Minho’s chair to overcome a brief bout of dizziness.

Everything was silent around me, but I forced a smile as I bowed to the King who was regarding me with a peculiar look. In the meantime, I was determined to finish the rest of the tea so that I could pour Minho something untainted. But I never anticipated further interruptions:

“I’d like to have the honor as well,” Felix said with a smirk, and I glared at him when he rose from his seat.

“It’s not necessary,” I insisted, but Felix jerked the cup away from me with an acute speed.

“But I insist,” Felix said, and he gave me a knowing look - one that said he was aware of the situation.

“Felix-” I tried again, but he had already lifted the rim to his lips - downing the rest of its contents with a sigh.

“Is this funny to you?” the King growled, and Felix simply chuckled.

“I’ve caused enough mischief for one afternoon,” he said, and he stumbled on his way to the exit.

“Fool,” I whispered because I knew that Felix could potentially die without treatment. Thus, I bowed once again to the king before running out of the room in search of him.

It didn’t take me long to find him - collapsed in the remote corridor outside of the room.

“Prince Felix!” I gasped, and I ran the remaining steps before dropping down next to his crumbled form. “Are you insane?”

Felix rolled over onto his back, chest heaving, as he fixed me with a familiar smirk. “How is it fair that you get to have all the fun?

“You knew,” I hissed, cradling his head on my lap as I reached into my robes for the extra potion. “Drink this,” I insisted, holding the vile up to his pale lips.

Felix obeyed, consuming the potion before grinning up at me. “Are you furious with me, Y/N?”

“You absolute fool,” I said, resisting the urge to jostle the prince too much while he still fought to recover. “Why would you do something like that? It was poisoned.”

“But nobody would’ve ever known,” Felix said. “I do admire you, Y/N, but is it wise to stop the efforts of one plot when the same person might conceive of a dozen others?”

I sighed when I realized the wisdom of his words. “It’s a complicated matter,” I said, and the Prince narrowed his eyes.

I didn’t like the suspicious gleam in his gaze, especially when he leaned most of his weight against me for a closer examination. “You know who it is?” he asked, and his nose brushed against mine.

“Don’t do this,” I pleaded with him because I knew that we were teetering precariously over dangerous ground with consequences that went beyond what either of us were prepared to face. It was a personal mattered that involved one of the King’s wives and her son - an issue that would lead to radical conflict.

“You won’t tell me,” Felix stated simply, and I thought I was in the clear until the prince opened his mouth again. “It must be very sinister. I’ll have to assume that it involved someone in that room.”

I swallowed hard and Felix smiled because I had just inadvertently given him the confirmation that he was seeking. “You shouldn’t meddle,” I warned him, shivering when his fingers traced along my lips.

“What I wouldn’t give to see inside that beautiful head of yours,” Felix said, and we both continued to stare at one another in awe.

But the moment was broken by the sounds of approaching footsteps, and I moved away from Felix just in time to see several guards running in our direction. “What’s wrong with him?” one of the guards demanded, and I hesitated because I had also noticed that most of the princes were arriving on the scene.

There was every opportunity to stick to my original plan and keep everything incognito, but then Felix gave me a meaningful look, and I reluctantly relented. “He’s been poisoned.”

“Poisoned!” one of the guards exclaimed, and there was only chaos that followed. Just as I had suspected. But there were also Felix’s green eyes, and they managed to anchor me to the moment, even amidst all the noise and screaming.

They were somehow reassuring, and I clung to them desperately when the King demanded my presence in the Throne Room.

It was an intimidating sight: kneeling before the King as he leered down at me from his throne. “Do you understand that you have no right to decide the fate of this Castle?”

I shivered at the underlying threat in his tone. “Your highness,” I said. “Forgive me. I thought it was best to solve this issue on my own as deemed by my duties.”

“Is this an admission of guilt?” The King asked. “Did you know what would happen before stepping inside that room?”

“Yes,” I said, closing my eyes and wondering if this would be my last day in the Castle.

“You knew of this plot but refused to speak up?” the King growled, and I lowered my head before him.

“Forgive me,” I once again requested softly. “I was afraid that revealing the complexities would cause the perpetrator to act out far more rashly.”

“My son almost died,” the King said, and I could see Minho shift in his seat from my peripheral vision.

“My intention was to save him,” I said. “I wanted to let the assailant know that their plots will never work while I’m around to protect the royal family.”

The King was silent for a moment after my confession, and he considered me with a strange look. “I see,” he finally said. “I cannot punish you mage because your efforts saved Minho, but I must also give you a warning: the next time you learn of something so consequential, you will come to me and reveal everything.”

“Yes, your majesty,” I said, and I stood once more at his command. “I shall remember your words.”

“Very well,” the King said with a dismissive hand. “You may retire to your quarters.”

I made sure to offer him a polite bow before I was rapidly making my way out of the Throne Room - mind working a mile a minute. The brief intervention had allowed the the rare chance to speak to the King without his wives - one of which remained guilty of the plot to kill Minho. I could’ve spoken out against her, but there were far more complications to such an innocuous action.

Who would really believe me over the word of the Queen?

More importantly, would Felix say something about my hidden knowledge? Because he had somehow figured out that I was aware of the guilty party involved, and I had no doubt that he would question me in the future.

Yet, there were also more pressing matters to consider, such as the unexpected arrival of Minho who had somehow escaped the King’s notice. “Mage,” Minho interrupted, stopping me outside the throne room. “Could I have a word?”

“Of course, your highness,” I said, and I followed Minho as he led me further down the corridor to a quiet enclave.

“This is more private for our conversation,” Minho explained, and I was struck by the smile he gave me.

“I’m all ears, your grace,” I said, but Minho surprised me further by laughing, and he crowded me against the wall.

“I know you drank the tea to save me,” Minho said, and I startled when he reached out to touch the side of my face.

“Your highness,” I said, flushing at the unexpected contact. “W-what do you mean?”

“You don’t have to be coy with me, Y/N,” Minho said, and I gasped because it was the first time that he had ever used my real name. “I may not understand love, but I can tell when someone is trying hard to catch my attention.”

I nearly spluttered around my words when I caught onto his implication. “Y-you misunderstand-”

“Please don’t hide anymore,” Minho said, and I faltered at the desperation in his tone. “Perhaps when we get to know one another, I’ll consider bringing the prospect of marriage before my father.”

Marriage!?

“You’re serious,” I said, and I struggled to form a single coherent sentence following Minho’s passionate declaration.

“Shall we start tonight?” Minho continued as if I had never spoken, and his fingers burned a trail down the side of my face.

It was obvious that he was lost to whatever perception he held of me, but I glanced to the side when I heard a noise that had not originated from myself or Minho. My eyes scanned the darkness, and I froze when I found myself caught in the snare of an intimate gaze. But I hesitated when I realized that those green irises belonged to Felix, and the look in his stare was impossible to discern.

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You Got it Like That?

Alternately longer Title: You Got it Like That? (Damn that’s crazy)

Pairing: Wooyoung x Female Reader

Genre: Whatever the hell this plot is and Smut

Rating: Explicit

WC: 7.5k+ (below 8k that’s for sure)

Tags: Smut, light fluff, bad attempt at humor, brief Minsan shenanigans, Fingering (female receiving), Temperature play kink, slight praise kink, slight kink discovery (anal), marking kink, some other shit I’ll update if I missed it. Briefest mentions of Seonghwa

Summary: You just needed to get through this week at the resort at the hands of 20 coworkers and Wooyoung; the Sales Department Supervisor who got some raunchy photos of you the day prior.

Taglist: @atiny-piratequeen @thereal-smolchild @angel0taiyo

You stumbled through your house happily, sorta out of it since you’re still high on the party you just left from. A little drinking here and being around smokers that had you linger in the weed; the endorphins coursing through you were pretty higher than usual on this Saturday night. A friend’s night that turned into crashing someone’s party freely without judgment which made everything better in your opinion.

You were on your way to stripping off your clothes when a buzz alerted you, taking your attention away from your work at hand.

+1[245] woobieboobie Uh… I believe you sent it to the wrong person? But holy hell you really did that. Didn’t expect that this late but thank you (;

Confused, you opened the message in full and damn near dropped your phone in shock. Six photos of you in states of undress stared back at you. Provocative and cheeky (literally, ass cheeks showing in some) as you smiled happily towards the lens of your phone. Your breast pushed up in the little strappy blue chemise set you wore to show off your body littered with little bruises and fingerprints on your thighs. Even some prints were dark on your shoulders from one of your wilder nights from a quickie. Honestly, you can’t even remember who’s house you took them in..

Though you managed to send them out to for… what exactly? Looking at it, you couldn’t help but groan in dismay.

+1 [873] me [image89.jpg attachment sent] Feeling sorry that you can’t leave these on me huh. SOL~ Gotta work for it if you want it, doll xoxo

Above those photo messages were questions about the next team-building trip that your company was supposed to take for the week, discussing with your co-manager Wooyoung, from the sales department. Just brainstorming ideas on how to get the departments to know that they work together, no matter how much push back you get from each other.

Both of you got close over the process of thinking this up and getting approval by the company head. If it brings back good results they may make this an option across the board for the rest of the departments who can’t get along. Yea you crushed on him a bit but who wouldn’t? He was hard-working, caring, pretty funny and fucking fine as shit.

You weren’t trying to mess the good balance of friendship up right now cause of some tipsy texting.

There was one for almost every photo too! You didn’t drink that much did you?

+1 [873] me [image90.jpg attachment sent] Wanna know what you like about this pose.

+1 [873] me [image95.jpg attachment sent] Tbh my form looks the best it’s ever been.

+1 [873] me [image105.jpg attachment sent] Call me pretty cause I almost had to beat an asshole up for saying I looked like shit tonight :(

You couldn’t do anything more than spam a message out in response and hope, praying that Wooyoung doesn’t say anything to you tomorrow.

+1 [873] me Kfajsdlgjskfjogsldfj!!! uH THANKS?! DELETE PLZ. SEE YOU TOMORROW!

+1 [245] woobieboobie ….. (: Hmm. See you tomorrow beautiful~ ;3

Based on that response, you knew he wasn’t. The fucking troll. Regardless you made sure the pictures were saved and got ready for bed. There were no real regrets, just the slight anxiousness of the unknown

Would he ask you about it?

Did he want details?

Would he ask for more of them?

Which you wouldn’t mind if it was any of your girlfriends, but you two haven’t hit that stage yet in friendship to even know if jokes like that were allowed (from what you thought). So this was a huge deal for you.

With a sigh you set your alarm and laid down. No one was going to hear about your lapse in texting, you were going to take this to the grave.

If your dream happened to have a certain male coworker and a few Kamasutra positions no one was going to know.

When Sunday rolled around, Wooyoung was nothing but a gentleman to you. He made sure to carry your bags or help get the large group of 20 people to quiet down enough to listen. It was like he was trying to somehow stay on your good side. It had you relax enough to not think of this type of trip of anything business, just a group of people trying to understand each other at the end of the day.

His conversation light on the bus to the resort that was agreed upon, having you laugh, choosing dumb driving games to pass the time there. It was nice to see both departments playing The Movie Game or even having acapella showdowns.

It was pretty nice. Even when they got to their destination to see their sleeping arrangement, he didn’t bring it up. Well… If he wasn’t going to say anything you would pretend like nothing went on. Wooyoung and yourself had one cabin, then there was 5 to the large cabins in the surrounding area.

“Okay guys! We’re going to make you all pull colored sticks -- Whatever color you get we’ll throw a number and that’s the cabin. No switching at all and I mean it!” Wooyoung said above all the groans and whining.

“But you two get your own that’s not fair!” his friend, Mingi exclaimed.

San moved up with a giant pout on his lips. He knew you were sorta weak for them anyways. “Yea why don’t you guys have to do the popsicle thing too!”

You pinched his cheeks playfully, yet your voice was slightly stern. “Because Wooyoung and I made the decision to do this. We’re supposed to have fun but we are also supposed to make sure you guys stop trying to destroy each other’s job.”

“Regardless of what happens do know you guys are still getting the normal pay that you would if you did work. So no need to worry about that.” Wooyoung assured them at your side.

Everyone seemed to relax more at that before they got the sticks to be roomed. Once it was fixed and you sent each group on to their merry way Wooyoung hip-checked you to get your attention.

“So roomie shall we get our little cabin together?” he was twirling the room key as he asked. He stuck his arm out afterward with a little wink.

“Aah… I guess roomie. It shouldn’t be so bad~.” you sang, sauntering off towards the destination.

The rooms were beside each other, pretty spacious from everything of the bathroom to the living room and open floor kitchen. Covered in soft colors you would think it was more of someone's house than that of a resort. Both of you moved things into the respective rooms to set up, heading to sleep since it was pretty late for the first day.

“Night Woo!” you sang to the wall, getting comfortable into your bed.

“Night. Sleep well~” he sang back.

There was more shuffling on his side before you succumbed to sleeping, tomorrow’s worries for the you of tomorrow.

As the week progressed, to you it seemed as if your coworkers were actually getting along with each other. Besides the standard disagreement or someone getting into their feelings, it wasn’t so bad. You got to know Wooyoung’s team more so as you helped them when you explained why your promotions team needs their hand in hand cooperation when asked of them. Just a simple “Everyone on the same page makes things run smoother.”

You also got to know Wooyoung more so in his work environment. He made sure to repeat anything that someone needed help with, ready with a playful remark if someone would call him out on being wrong. He even entertained everyone with a little dance if someone got a question right.

He was so fucking cute you could honestly get cavities right now.

When everything was done you all would head back to either the cabins or the entertainment on the property to set up. Sometimes you had a few of your teammates, like Dahyun or even Jessi who would take you out to see all that the full resort had to offer. Drink or flirt a bit with the other distant company people who used the other spaces.

Mingi catching you out late for talks and jokes before San would join, all of you guys laughing till your stomachs hurt. Maybe stay up later than normal around a little fire looking at the stars.

Other times it was just you and Wooyoung laughing about on the walking trail or sharing snacks with some dumb reality tv show. When you would cook he’d try to be helpful, making sure nothing was too far or too hard to reach. It was really sweet, learning more about him. From the favorite foods or movies-- learning about his whole squad of friends are apart of the company. (He didn’t tell them that he personally knew them for years, just of their working together) Mingi and San being his department while the oldest one, Seonghwa, being apart of your team. 4 other members were spread out in the other departments.

Being so domestic so quickly like it was second nature to both of you.

He even made sure to knock before trying to enter into your space or making sure everything was alright before doing something that he would consider uncomfortable for you. (“Hey I’m gonna come out shirtless!” “Okay that’s fine!” “Don’t look!” “Why cause you got cute nips or something?”) When you asked him about it, he just smiles cutely to tell you it’s to make sure you were dressed or that if you brought anyone in while he was in the shower, all parties would know.

Sometimes Wooyoung would forget of course. You would sneak glances at him every now and then; wet and soft from the shower. His body a touch pink from the hot water with his bottoms hanging off his hips.

“Like what you see~?” he’d whisper over to you when he caught you looking.

“It’s here for show so I might as well enjoy it huh?”

“Then I deserve one too right? You are very beautiful.” He told you one time when he was drying his hair and he looked at you expectantly. Even when you flushed hard from the statement, shoving him playfully and whining, he just ruffled your hair up.

You two got comfortable enough that you would be cooking in your pjs just after a shower. Where you wouldn’t be fully dry and the clothes would stick to your frame just a bit more. He never made comments but you felt eyes on you more so than not.

“What am I going to do once we leave here? I’m not going to have your cooking anymore~,” he lamented over the ribs he ate.

You scrunched your nose at his messy eating, even as you were thinking that he looked like a little chipmunk with his mouth full. “Well, we can always hang out after this you know. Or I can just bring food to the job?” you offered.

“Mmm…” he trailed off as he finished chewing-- eyes focusing back on you sharp and serious, “Rather just hang out with you. Then I don’t have to share at all.”

His tone was playful when he said it, but his eyes told you a whole different story. It wasn’t something you saw directed at you so it kind of made you a bit hot under the collar of your pajamas.

“I like sharing though~. It’s okay you’ll just need to work for that huh?” you giggled in the same breath to reach over and clean his face with your thumb.

You sat back without care, cleaning your hands to resume eating but Wooyoung was sort of stuck in his thoughts. Seeing you eat so cutely after doing something like that without warning had his heart rushing. Blinking back into the present he finally responded with a,

“I’ll work for it. Don’t you worry.”

The light-haired male sounded cocky, in turn, you shrugging your shoulders to continue eating.

“We’ll see about that.”

Sometimes… Mingi and San were your main trouble makers from Wooyoung’s team who continued to push your buttons when you were just trying to be informative. Mostly making you come over and show them easy steps in the program that you guys utilize to get any updates. Hands-on enough that they start to look flustered as well when you press up against them, voice soft with a bit of an edge cause your patience was running thin.

Maybe you were teasing them. No one’s gonna notice since everyone should be focused on their work anyways right? San’s face flushing harder than usual though this time. He seemed almost shy with you, whispering “Oh okay I get it now.”

Wooyoung stood off to the side of one of your workers, clenching his teeth at the scene. Trying to figure out what was going on between you three right now.

When you turned to him and gave a thumbs-up, he scoffed and focused on his work at hand with helping. You were confused at his antics but shrugged-- He’ll talk to you if something serious was going on. He was probably just pissed about something.

Later on in the day everyone seemed to be doing better now when they got paired up to work on a small project together. Quiet laughter or a little flirting here and there happened.

You moved over to Wooyoung who stood against the wall silently, murmuring “You alright..?” “‘M fine.” He gritted out, gripping his arms tight before letting them fall to the side. His brows were still pushed together in a slight frown, purple locks of hair sort of sticking to his forehead. You reached out to move them out of the way to smooth the wrinkles from his face.

“You’re not but I won’t pry. Just relax your face hun, you’ll have your face stuck like that~” you playfully jeered and bumped shoulders.

He seemed to freeze a bit before relaxing, giving you a quirk of a smile that you couldn’t help but be extra over.

A faux gasp and a coo came from you. “Aw see? You turned that frown upside down~ Good boy!”

He choked on seemingly nothing before pushing away from the wall. “Shut up dork. Let’s finish, got an announcement for everyone.” “Not even a dork!”

A call of your name distracted you both for a moment before you looked at him seriously.

“But you’ll tell me if somethings wrong right? I won’t judge you or anything, Wooyoung.”

He gave you a look that said something that you couldn’t quite understand. He nodded, making a face when Mingi came over and dragged you away in excited chatter.

“I heard there’s a dance tonight! San and I are going to take you as our date~”

“Hey how did you hear about that!” Wooyoung’s voice screamed across the area.

Both of you giggled, gossiping about what to do as well as what to wear for later that night. Both unaware of the slightly angry look Wooyoung gave to your backs.

You’ve been added to the group chat: Date night!

+1 [177] minglepringle Hope you’re ready~ Me and san will be over there soon~!

+1 [392] sanscript I look better than Mingi just letting you know.

+1 [177] minglepringle We’ll see about that.

+1 [873] me Boys I bet you both look dashing. Stop fighting I’m TRYING to finish getting dressed! Or I’m dumping both of you!

Your mind was too busy giggling at their antics in the text messages. Their playful banter and whining that you got used to over getting close with them, you enjoyed seeing it as much as you have. You also think that they may be fucking but that’s on a whole other note. So immersed into everything that you missed Wooyoung’s warning of checking in that his loud gasp had you turning quick.

There he stood, so fucking beautiful in his all-white suit with his hair fluffed up fully around his head, the middle-parted style that fit his look too well if anyone asked you. His eyes were rimmed in light brown eyeliner; a thin diamond choker on with a pair of earrings that added to the overall expensive look. Your eyes couldn’t help but follow down the expanse of his neck to the peak of collarbone winking at you from behind the open plackets of his black shirt. It was tucked into his pants to showcase the little waist and his pants clung to thick thighs and calves.

“Holy fuck Woo…”

Your eyes trailed back up his form with no shame as you damn near undress him mentally. Shouldn’t do that given you guys work together but what the job doesn’t know won’t hurt anyone.

“You look... Really good.” You finally finished when you gathered yourself together, looking up to meet his eyes. They were slightly hazy and far off before they focused on you. His jaw set when he walked farther into the room.

“Thank you. I’d say the same for you though. Is that all you’re going to wear darling~?” he asked in such a soft candied voice that you got whiplash from the change of his tone, “Just a bralette and boy shorts? Think the boys would like that a lot hm? Seeing their stern supervisor looking all pretty like that.”

You sucked in a quick breath, feeling your nipples harden against the cloth at attention from his voice. Even your heartbeat began to pick up when you realized he was watching your body respond to his voice, a smirk on his features. The thought of covering yourself up shyly was the last thing on your mind as you shakily exhaled.

“Not at all,” voice in a whisper as you grab your dress to slowly slip on in front of his eyes.

“I was just caught off guard, Wooyoung.” you kept the same tone as he tilted his head.

Probably taking in your figure now that it was covered back up in the peach shade maxi wrap dress, long enough to brush against the floor with the slit high enough to show your legs. White liner with darkened lashes with a smudge of brown shadow with nude glossed lips was the choice of makeup.

You added a pair of brown studs into your ears as you bit your lip, giving him a slow twirl so your dress could float around you. Stopping, you asked softly, “Well? How do I look now?”

Wooyoung stepped closer to run the back of his knuckles against your cheek, opening his mouth to say something but it was interrupted by a knock on the main door from two excited voices.

“We’re here to pick you up~!”

“Move Woo stop hogging our date!”

It broke whatever air wrapped around you two that you put on your boots and felt your face heating up quickly.

You didn’t know what to say as he still stood there, looking at you with so many emotions that you felt hot yet again.

“I gotta go Wooyoung…”

He sighed and backed up, his playful air back around him “Save me a dance would you?”

You booped his nose and nodded, giving a bashful smile before leaving to San and Mingi’s insistent whining. You couldn’t really process what was going on but at this point, it didn’t matter; two gorgeous men were your date for tonight and you decided you were going to have fun.

Which you were having. The guys made you three take so many pictures you were sure there was a whole album dedicated to it now. Lots of solo shots of you making funny faces or doing runway poses that you made them do tenfold. (”Can’t wait to use this cute one as blackmail” “You wouldn’t dare!” “Oh doll, you will learn real quick I’m vindictive.” “That’s kinda hot...” Choking sound here somewhere. “Mingi plEASE”)

They layered on the compliments thick to get you to giggle or shove at them on the way there, even when they were the equivalent of models on the fashion runway themselves. Each male held the door open to the pavilion to you before all three of you walked in with each other. It was gorgeously colored with a stage where the DJ was switching up his songs in front of the large dance floor littered with people. Surrounding it were the tables that already had forgotten drinks or people’s belongings there, or just people not really dancing just relaxing with food on their plates.

The music was everything from every genre you could think of that you could sing or dance to, open bar and buffet that you won’t admit you visited more times than you’d admit. It was only to keep your mind off your roommate but it wasn’t helping when your eyes would drift over to him from your peripherals, catching him drinking at the bar or laughing loudly at something someone said.

Fuck it. You can get lost in the dancing since you felt a little looser from the alcohol thrumming in your system. Dahyun and Jessi off doing lord knows what with whatever guys they suckered into doing their bidding for the night.

“Mingi come here! I lost you somehow and you’re supposed to be dancing with me,” you whined loudly while pulling him close and grinding on him before dropping it low to your knees.

He laughed around a whispered “holy shit” as he followed your dancing, his big hands pulling you back up to roll and dance on him again. Songs passed with the two of you sharing another drink before San joined to sandwich you in. It gathered a crowd when you three started dancing raunchier with a couple of other people. Especially with the way the two males really had you going because of their wandering hands and smoldering gazes. When you were gyrating really hard on San, he gripped your hips before trying to tickle your sides.

“You’re such a tease~. We’re definitely going clubbing when we get back to the city.” San whispered in your ear, holding up a finger sandwich to feed you.

You turned to blow a kiss at him before eating the offered food. “I would love that! I’ll go get some water and some food. I don’t wanna eat everything you’re feeding me~.”

Both nodded at you when told them you’ll take a break since you were so sweaty and out of breath from all the dancing, happily giving each of them a small peck on the cheek. You laughed at some of the comments of surprise that you got as you made your way to the bar.

Yea no one’s seen you dance like that but again you all were here to have fun right? It’s bound to happen sometime so at the end of it all, it was something dumb to think or fret over. None of them were CEO’s or anything (well you couldn’t say that for the other people at the resort, but they don’t know you.)

Yet before you could make it there you were stopped by an unfamiliar male stepping into your space.

“I’m sorry but I’m trying to get somewhere so if you could just..Move out the way please that would be great.”

“I just wanted to tell you that your dancing out there was really sexy,” the male stated, moving into your space with an open look on his face. You didn’t really respond but you were guessing your nonresponse was a good cue to him.

“Maybe if you like for me to get you drinks we can get to know each other. Or just let off some steam, if you know what I mean.”

You stepped around him, shaking your head. “Sorry but it’s not what I’m looking for now excuse me--”

He takes a grip at your hand, tight that he had to have heard you snarling. “So you’ll dance like a slut for those two guys but you won’t even give me a look? Especially when I look better than them both?”

You bristled at the comment of him talking about Mingi and San like that, turning around to give him a piece of your mind when Seonghwa steps up to you with Wooyoung in tow.

“It seems like she doesn’t want to deal with you sir,” Seonghwa’s voice was firm, gripping his upper arm tight enough that the guy yelped and let go.

Wooyoung makes sure to stop you from clocking the guy by putting his hand onto your lower back. It was a nice touch but it didn’t calm you down at all.

“This has nothing to do with you--”

“Assholes who think their hot shit? Overcompensating too? Guys like you aren’t the ones I go for.” you spat quickly, “Fuck with me again, or any of my people and you’ll be trying to find the best doctor in town to stitch your dick back on to yourself.” Angrily you stared him down, allowing Wooyoung to tug you away from the asshole and off to a quiet room.

Once the door was locked, he watched as you paced back and forth for a few minutes. He was even calm as you blew up.

“The nerve of that dickwad! The way I dance has nothing to do with who’s allowed to talk to me or not! Literally has no correlation.”

Wooyoung stood by the door and listened as you ranted, sipping on his drink.

“Lucky I didn’t fuck him up. I look too good to be brawlin today. He even had the nerve to talk about Mingi and San? He really fucking lucky--”

“You really fucking do and it’s driving me insane,” Wooyoung growled from behind you, having you jump from how close he was. “You look like a goddess reincarnated and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Wooyou-” you began as your body responded to his closeness again.

He slowly pressed his body against yours, unashamed at the loud gasp you gave him because of his clothed dick hitting your hip.

“See?” the male whispered, looking up into your eyes, “Being so carefree from judgment, dancing how you want. Singing loudly and having a good time regardless of who is around; gorgeous. You made sure to include everyone that was close to dance or sing because you wanted to enjoy this party.”

You really didn’t know where he was going with this but you heaved a shaky inhale when you caught him looking at your lips.

“It just made me like you a hella lot more… Sweaty, hooded eyes were so enticing. Then when you handled yourself with that guy back there, you got so protective and serious…” he trailed off, his dick twitching against your hip again.

“Really wanted to get on my knees and eat you out right on that dance floor… it was so damn sexy you just don’t know what you do to me.”

An airy moan slipped past your lips from his confession, his response of holding you closer and a tad bit tighter had your nipples pebbling to hardness swiftly. Wooyoung’s hands slid down to cup your ass that you whined out his name.

“When you sent those photos… I wanted to have a quick jerk session. Had a hot moment of jealousy…” he whispered now, leaning in to brush his lips along the quickening pulse on your neck. “I wanted to mark you up like that. Have my fingerprints linger on you for days from holding you so hard. Wanted my mouth to find out all your weak spots to have you crying..”

Your arms wrapped around him as you shivered, hips canting slowly against him in the slow simmer of want.

“Wha- What stopped you then hm?” It was a breathy ask while you carded your fingers through his hair, your leg sliding up to wrap around his hip to hold on. You were feeling a bit faint.

His moan vibrated against your skin as he replied “Wanted to be a good boy for you. Said I had to work for it, remember? So I have been.”

Pulling away, you looked at him questioningly, his skin pinkening with an almost boyish shyness to it as he mumbled, “Was gonna wait for the perfect time so I could take you out to dinner then hopefully get to this point now.” Which done it in for you.

"Tell me more doll, wanna hear it." You purred sweetly, feeling him give a full-bodied shutter.

"Didn't want you thinking that I suddenly wanted to fuck because of those pictures. But I've looked at them once in a while this week, hoping I could get you like that myself."

He was suddenly picking you up impatiently to set you on the table in the middle of the room; his lips nipping at the skin he could reach right now as you whined under him.

"Shit, Wooyoung," a hard whimper left your throat and you rutted up against him. "Same. It's the same. I've been crushing on you but didn't wanna complicate things I.."

Your words died on your tongue as he trailed his hand along your body, letting you arch into the feather-light touch before he put his glass down. “Can I kiss you?”

Your arms shot up and tugged him half onto you, nipping his bottom lip hard before kissing him deeply. His mouth tasting of Malibu Sunset shots and something else you couldn't place, both of you groaning at the contact. Tugging at fabric to get to heated damp skin made you a bit desperate, given how many times you have imagined doing anything remotely sexual with him.

“Pretty baby, panting so hard and we haven’t even gotten naked yet huh? You want me that badly? Want my hands on your bare skin that much.” he taunted, pulling back from your grabby hands with a playful pout.

“You take your dress off and then I’ll be good for you to take my clothes off too.”

You sat up with a pout back to him, tone going sultry instead, “That’s unfair cause I really am. If you’re my good boy you’d let me take off your clothes for you. Maybe even let me choke on your dick. I’ve been wanting it for so long~”

You watched as Wooyoung’s dick twitched hard, seeing his hands shake to a stop before moving back towards you in a flash. Inwardly you cheered in victory, hurriedly breaking a few buttons off his shirt and shoving everything off his body. As a prize, you immediately went to sucking marks on to his skin-- feeling his groan of your name vibrate on onto your lips.

You left lipstick marks in some places before sucking harshly on others such as his cute nipples and the lines of softly defined muscle, all the while he tried to push your dress off your shoulders. You made a show of sliding your hand into his pants and gripped his dick that was already slick.

“Who’s wet now doll? Hm?” you moaned out high and breathless, skin prickling with goosebumps from the sudden attack of cold water droplets falling onto your chest.

“Baby, you will be soaked when I’m done with you. Come on, clothes off wanna try something.”

He was asking you in a rush which was sweet but you really wanted his dick in you someway so you relented your control this time to him. You hurriedly slid your dress off your body and moved to get onto the table before Wooyoung tugged you by your bra and kissed you hard again. He was mapping out your mouth like he wanted to remember every dip and curve of it; sloppy, messy and so fucking hot you knew you were dripping in your panties now. “This okay? Not uncomfortable?” he pulled his lips away from yours, gently pushing you back from following.

You swallowed, whimpering out a “Yea it’s fine” from his serious gaze at your face.

When you didn’t change your mind he relaxed and kissed you again. Stealing your breath and making you drool a bit making it hot and messy in the right way.

When cold, wet fingers slide down the curve of your breast your body curved to the touch happily, mind already dopey on wanting Wooyoung’s touch; on wanting anything Wooyoung could give you right now. His mouth moved down your neck, lapping and sucking just as many bruises into your skin in repayment to your own work.

Wooyoung would cover the next stops of his lips with thin layers of alcohol to suck off your skin as if you two had all the time in the world, skipping past your aching breasts to apply more of the sweet liquid on your stomach then your thighs. He made you sit back on the table as he made a promise to his earlier statement and marked you up basically head to toe; his eyes dilating fully to the point of pitch blackness cause of the whining and mewling.

“Fuck. Just let me..” Wooyoung spluttered while grabbing his phone to take a few photos.

You were leaning back with your legs spread, fingers rubbing your clit over your soaked through panties frantic now. Honestly, you don’t know how you even made it through his markings because you couldn’t describe how much you loved it; probably looking too gone already by how he froze for just a moment. He joined you after shuffling his pants off to finally snatch your bra off to give some love to your aching breasts.

But not without adding an ice cube between his lips then sucking a nipple into the same space. The moan that bubbled out of your mouth was nothing less than dirty, making Wooyoung double his efforts. He did this to the other one as well to make your peaks harder than they ever felt. Bringing that same numbing cold heat combo onto your neck then back down, across your navel and your hip line. He skipped over your core to press his now cold lips onto the marks he left earlier, grinning at your pleas leaving your lips quickly.

“Please Woo, ngh! Please!” you cried, holding his head to your chest while he moved your panties to the side and slid two fingers in immediately. The shock of his cooling mouth and cold fingers onto your burning skin brings a pleasant hum to your body and even heavier wetness between your legs.

You never knew how much you liked the combination.

“Need you, baby, please ‘m tired of waiting.” Your head buzzed as you slipped further into his ministrations, alternating from begging or crying out his name to scrambling for purchase on the table when he moved his body away from yours. You had to have left a few more marks in the shape of claws along his skin.

“Want my dick that bad? Kinda like how you're begging right now,” He pressed into you harder that you choked for a moment.

Why was he teasing even more now holy fuck. “Yes let me have it!. You didn’t let me suck you off like I asked earlier.”

“I’ll let you suck me off later, I’ll blow my load if you even so much as touch it.”

You whined even harder. Maybe you wanted him to dirty up your face, he keeps taking everything away from you. It was a fun back and forth game but you were truly wanting his dick like months ago.

It was distracting enough that you just registered the sounds of how wet you truly were, body experiencing harsh pulses of pleasure from Wooyoung’s fingers and the zip of chill his mouth left before he laved his tongue onto your clit. Harsh flicks of his tongue coupled with the perfect curling of those fingers you’ve also obsessed over sent you reeling. Such a move brought you hurling over the edge to your release quicker than you expected.

“Wooyoung! Holy shit!” you shouted, voice pitched higher than you’ve ever heard it, legs trembling around him as he sucked onto your clit to help you ride that high before layering wetter kisses to the inner thighs. Your head went back with another curse, feeling your body turn into a liquid state of pleasure, unable to ride out your orgasm on his fingers. When your eyes fluttered open suddenly you took in Wooyoung's features.

“God..” he breathed, looking up at you as if you were his whole universe at this point and slowing down his fingers, “you’re so fucking perfect aren’t you baby?” In your hazy state, you keened at the compliment, body curving up slow as if it was reaching for more praise. Slowly, you rotated your hips in small circles to beg for everything he could give.

“Oh? You want me to fuck you while you are just loose and pliant for me baby?” To your little happy hum, he smiled gently. Removing his fingers he made the show of licking them clean, gently taking off your panties and giving you a soft kiss for your patience. “Lemme get a wrapper and I’ll be right back. Okay my pretty baby? Be patience.”

Slurry on your high still, you stayed spread onto the table. “Hurry... Really wan’ your dick Wooyoungie. Need it.” You could feel your eyes tearing up at your denial of feeling him in you.

He tripped in his haste with the condom already on and picking you up into his arms much to your protest. You could see how little it mattered as he held you to rut up against your folds to slick himself up, kissing away your tears with a coo of your name and how precious you were crying for his dick like you were.

Little words whispered against your ear of "I got you, princess, shh" and "Fuck if we go past this I have so much planned for us, holy hell." You wrapped your legs and arms around him tight, leaning in to suck a lobe between your lips and tug, whining yet again.

“Wooyoungie, please. Wanna feel it for days.. Nothing else but your dick please." You hiccuped over a short sob, honestly too fucking horny to care at this point. "Please Woo please I’ve waited for you this whole time plea-”

When Wooyoung finally pushed into your body after making sure the condom was on, it gave way like a greeting. Your walls fluttering and kissing his dick inch by inch like it was meant to be there; so happy that you squeezed him tight and mewled loudly.

“Yess what I’ve been waitin’ for. Wan' it deep~. Make me yours~.” he cursed and started a slow pace.

Honestly, you couldn't believe how much patience he had given the circumstances. His strength on display as he brought your hips down when he fucked up into your body with a slowness that had you singing. He was so hard inside of you, hitting all the right ways when he readjusted his grip on your sweaty body, the slight curve helping to graze your g-spot when he was being nice to you. It was hurting just a tad from the build-up to overstimulation but it felt too good to stop. Clit being abused against his stomach while you arched to throw your hips back onto him to get him to quicken the pace.

You were moaning his name and nonsense when he slid home deeper into you, praising him. Mouthing out on how you crushed on him since all those years he helped you. From when you decided to let him get closer because you wanted to be in the same playing field.

He paused mid-thrust with a tremble and a gasp, "Is that true..?"

Blinking past the tears you nodded, feeling bare to him suddenly.

His mouth worked around its sound for a moment, so focused on you that your breath stuttered on an exhale.

"Fuck... Fuck love, you don't know how much that means to me." He said, voice pitched so low it sounded like a snarl. Though the continuous pulses of his dick inside you spoke volumes.

Slowly you ran a hand through his sex mused hair and brought him close to your face, looking into his eyes, "Then please Wooyoung… Ruin me. Show me how much it means to you."

His resounding growl made your toes curl as he moved you two a few feet to the wall, pushing you hard against it now.

"My pleasure baby." He panted, "Gonna give you what you wanted since you asked so sweetly." He sealed his promise in a kiss before pulling out slowly.

The sudden snap of his hips made the surroundings turn to colorful constellations. Everything else fading to the haze past his beautiful expressions, the feeling of you two joined together, the cries and moans of each other’s name. Mind filled to the brim of Wooyoung, trying to kiss him but both of you are just sharing each other’s air now with little nips or licks here and there.

You don’t know how long he went at it but it felt like hours that he was pounding into you. You couldn’t even moan anymore, just whimper or keen or silently scream while he cursed in between punches of your name from his lips.

You both knew you were going to bruise on your hips and ass cheeks with how his grip tightened and loosened. At a particular shake, his fingers slid and pressed hard against your asshole, almost slipping in a bit from the dripping wetness from your folds and it tumbled you into your second release; so hard that you happened to squirt against him.

The wide-eyed look Wooyoung gave you when you screamed his name had him jerking his hips twice more before he came into the condom. He cried out to you in return, full-body shaking from its intensity that he leaned to kiss all over your face softly. Staying still and bringing you back down to him with kisses and murmurs against your skin. Breathy gravel tones from how spent his voice was blanketed you back down.

"I've been crushing on you too, you know."

"So gorgeous."

"I'm lucky to have such a beautiful princess."

"Come back to me love. I'm right here."

It was a few minutes before you gave him a satisfied smile, lazy in the afterglow and bright for him.

"Mmm, you’re the best."

He took the time to pull out and maneuver the hold on to bridal style, holding you closer to his frame as he set you back on the table with a laugh.

“I must be if I made you squirt~.”

You swung at him weakly, hiding your face from him at that and you kept it there as he moved around the room. You could hear him bump into things, mumbling to himself before he found what he was looking for and moving back to you.

“Come on my pretty baby lets get you slightly cleaned up and get out of here. We can take an actual shower and cuddle together,” he whispered softly, moving your hands out of the way with the sappiest look you’ve ever seen on his face.

Not before he took another of you posing for him to show the additional fingerprint bruises on your lower half, then immediately went to cleaning you with feather touches in case you were too sensitive with the clean rag and water bottle he found in the room. You were getting sleepy under the treatment so you allowed him to do everything; fix your hair, help you back into your dress and watch him put your undergarments into his jacket and fold it up. Making every sure you two had everything you needed.

You even watched him get himself dress sluggish and tired as you were. Something about watching him get dressed was so enticing to you. Maybe it was the way his veins in his arms and hands looked… You couldn’t wait to trace them with your tongue sometime.

When Wooyoung offered to carry you back to the cabin you agreed happily, secretly enjoying his display of strength as you guys avoided the still pretty heavy partying people further down the hall.

“I owe you a dance don’t I?” you mumbled against his neck, curled tight to his chest.

“Yea you do.”

“Damn... We’re starting off our trysts with owing each other.” he laughed into your hair, kissing a free spot on your forehead. “Alright, that’s a bet.”

You left it at that from his questioning hum.

You both got back to the cabin without being caught by anyone who knew you two. He held on to your clinging form as you whined about showering later, you were tired and you just wanted to cuddle up to him and sleep. So much so he relented with a playful sigh and tucked both of you into his bed. He did take a makeup wipe to remove any lingering product on your face and his,

“So I can see your cute natural morning face~” with a kiss to your giggling lips.

The both of you held each other to sleep, tangled head to toe with Wooyoung being the little spoon. You’ll deal with the irritating clothes and washing in the morning you thought. You were excited to think you’ll wake up to Wooyoung beside you finally.

“I h a t e your friends Wooyoungie, I really fucking do.” you groggily said when you woke up to your phone’s reminder buzzes and took a look at the notifications.

“Mmm, why is that?”

You happened to look down at his soft sleep puffy face laying on your thigh, pouting up at you so you blew a kiss at him before showing him the messages.

+1 [177] minglepringle So.. heard you had a grand slamming of a time last night

+1 [177] minglepringle As well as seen him carry you off like a princess being saved by her prince~ So now we don’t have to worry about not seeing you for the rest of the night

+1 [392] sanscript A lot of slamming. Seems like our “Make Wooyoung jealous plan worked”!

+1 [177] minglepringle Glad you finally got that dicking you been thirsting over~ Congratulations! +1 [177] minglepringle DON’T EXPOSE US YOU ASSA LSDKJFLSJGSDJF--

+1 [392] sanscript Don’t forget to call us next time so we can hear better~! We’re friends now your supervisor status means nothing now!! (:< Besides you completely dipped on us and we would have asked you for a threesome but Wooyoung beat us out-- +1 [177] minglepringle sAN OH MY FUCKING LORD STFU +1 [392] sanscript What they gonna do? Beat us?

Then an extra one from an unsaved number,

+1 [524] Unkown As much as I love that you two resolved your heavy sexual tension can I get a raise for having to hear your horny asses going at it like rabbits and dealing with the Minsan duo? Thanks, boss. -Seonghwa

Wooyoung laughed hard, screeching about his embarrassment at his friends and how he was going to beat their asses. He was ranting, fumbling for his phone to give him a piece of their mind but you just watched him being animated. Still a bit sleepy, the marks dark against his skin while his eyes caught the light just right to sparkle slightly. Even when he was squeaking into the phone’s receiver at Mingi, San, and Seonghwa, you couldn’t help the happiness you felt at the turn of events.

Wonder what your friends will say once you tell them everything that happened. That would be for another day, you think as you stroke Wooyoung’s face and trace the features. He doesn’t stop talking but he does look at you with a sappy smile, wiggling and making kissy faces at you.

This was something you could really get used to.

#ateez fanfiction #ateez oneshot #wooyoung smut #ateez smut #wooyoung #oneshot

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ljf613 · 3 years

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Ever since I was a little smolchild I have had a special place in my heart for immortal/super-long-lived characters who live for hundreds or thousands of years and have to watch all the people they care about die and leave them behind (over and over again).

#fandom #tragic immortals #thoughts #ouryuu zeno #zeref dragneel #mavis vermillion #tomoe #holo #vivi #yvaine #jesse tuck #maquia #and many others #are my babies #they live in my heart #with lots of warm hugs

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not-majestic-bluenicorn · 4 years

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Tag Game!

rules : it’s time to love yourself. choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artists/etc. you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works !

I was tagged by the lovely @ezralia-writes, thank you! I’m gonna go from least to most~

1. Versus

It was my first time trying anything like it. It was also the first long fic I successfully finished in my time as a fanfic writer. I’m really proud of how I managed the story and the charaters. I’m bitter because something external to me ruined this fic, but I’m hoping to edit it one day and fix it, so I won’t have to feel bad when I look at it.

2. The Practice Room Ghost

This one was also a first time, since I had never tried to write something actually scary. I quite enjoy how I managed the suspense factor and the reactions I got from it, it was so much fun.

3. Bad Decisions

I think this will forever be one of the best things I have written. I had never before written angst in the way I wrote Bad Decisions, to the point some readers were actually asking me to write a second part, it made me feel so proud of myself. It’s one of the works I’ve enjoyed writing the most this year.

4. Finding The Way Back Home

Now, this one is technically cheating, ‘cause it’s from 2019 and not from 2020, but this was the first work I ever felt proud of, and since I’ve been feeling a little bit of nostalgia, I figured why not. Writing this work was a process of getting to know myself, and I remember what it was like to write it. It was also very well loved by others, so it makes me feel quite proud.

5. Spirits of the Sea

Finally, the work I keep closest to my heart. I have never in my life written something that comes even close to this work. It was my first time writing something without a plan, I simply went with my feelings, and I think it’s what makes it the best among the five works here. There’s something raw and delicate to it that I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to produce again, but nonetheless, I’m proud of it.

I’m gonna tag a few friends of mine, but you don’t have to do it <3 @georgieporgiepuddininpie @atiny-piratequeen @keeper-of-the-uwus @thereal-smolchild @kimnamshiks @cremeandsuga @kpop-in-new-albion

#tag game #kpop fanfic #bluenicorn talks

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atiny-piratequeen · 4 years

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Shouldn’t you rest? You’ve been working a lot 🥺

Dont worry. Im writing notes in my little RWBY notebook that i have designated for AtT notes and im just listing to music and brainstorming. I'll be writing on Saturday and when i come home each day. I'll pace myself, no worries!

#asks #thereal-smolchild #all i can say is the way im writing Surgeon Yunho in ch. 4-5 makes my heart swell

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Idk if you get my ask but can you ship your mutuals with a boy group and gurl group member who sexually would match them

Ah, no i didn't lovely! Lets see. Thats a unique one...

@kimnamshiks i would put Tay with the og, Shinee. I could def see her bratty ass being put in her place by Key or Minho *chef kiss* and Taemin is her bABY-. Call Onew for a good, sensual time

@atiny-dazzlinglight i would put miss Dior with BTS. She's got a whole lotta brat in her and they have a whole lotta experience taming. Plus I'm gay and I would pay good money to see her peg Jimin or Tae, goodbye

@thereal-smolchild Chye is going with Ateez. A lot of Ateez members strike me as the KINKIEST mfs, but they're also still awkward and clunky and I can see some cute, awkward bedroom shenanigans but like, the ones that include gentle laughing before you dive right back into the spice, yknow?

@yunception - Kes with Dreamcatcher. Not only bc she's like one of my only moots whos an Insomnia, but I can see more mature, sensual sexy times going on between them and thats also *chef kiss*

@jacksons-goddess-gaia -GAIA WITH GOT7, I SAID WHAT I SAID

#anon sonatas #asks

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gettin-a-lil-hanse · 4 years

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NAME CHANGE

Hi everyone! Please be aware that I have changed my URL from

thereal-smolchild

gettin-a-lil-hanse

#psa

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sweetsweetkpop · 4 years

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Seventeen Sex Analysis

Part 1: Seungcheol

(Any gifs I use aren’t mine unless stated otherwise. Creds to the original creator)

Synopsis

I know he can definitely be a switch but dommy dommy Dom Seungcheol lives in my mind rent free. This is a top tier dom your getting right here. Just the things I can imagine him doing and then just the sweet aftercare you get afterwards is so worth it. Cheolie sir please. Just bless my life really fast.

Positions

Tbh, I really don’t think Seungcheol has a favorite type of position. He loves all of them and he’ll try something new if you both are cool with that. I can see him liking even some of the crazier looking ones cough cough full nelson cough cough and he’ll have you loving every single one.

Stamina

I see him usually sticking to one round. If the sex happens to be really intense that time, he wants to have enough energy to tend to you afterwards. Let that be a shower or a bath, grabbing you some water or getting you two food, Cheol has to make sure that your okay and that he has enough energy to do so

Kinks

Boy has a lot and he’s down to try any that you have as long as it’s cool with him. But sticking to just a few, he loves creampies. If you give him the okay to cum inside you, boy will kick it up a notch on you and w h e w, you in for it until he bottoms out and cums deep inside. Not only does he love doing that but when he pulls out and watches his cum leak out of you, man he just finds it so hot

Hard limits

Like I said before, Cheol has a lot of kinks that he have so he’s pretty willing to try things. But if anything that he will flat out tell you no, it’s gonna be any watersports. Nope nopey nope. He will not. There’s many things he will do and that is not one of them.

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Tagging: @yunception @jacksons-goddess-gaia @kimnamshiks @angel0taiyo @d0uble0hd0nut @thereal-smolchild

#dee writes #seventeen smut #seungcheol smut #svt smut

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mostlycompetentwriter · 4 years

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You Can STAY - Part 4

F/M Main Pairing: Y/N x Lee Felix (Side Pairing: Y/N X Stray Kids)

Genre: Fantasy AU; Scarlet Heart AU; OT8 SKZ

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: language

Summary: Prince Minho leaves on an excursion away from the Castle, but his absence leads to complicated problems.

Tag List: @angelphantomlove @moonlightracha @staycarat0801 @jjabbur @pinkchcn @smolchild-lol @straykidbaby @moonnstars90 @choisaemi @dru-shadow @skzooyeet

“I know Minho propositioned you.”

I paused from where I was working at the desk in the corner of the bedroom, swallowing hard when Chan leaned against the wall next to me. “I don’t understand what you mean,” I said in return. Because it was an easier response than confronting the truth.

“Felix overheard him,” Chan insisted, and I sighed as I glanced over my collection of potions.

For the past several days, I had become a regular mainstay in Chan and Ella’s private quarters, trying to resolve the mysterious ailment that kept Ella captive to her bed for most of her waking hours. “Why does it matter?” I asked Chan.

“Because he’s the next in command,” Chan replied, looking quite baffled by my response. “If my father approved the marriage, then you could become queen.”

“Well, there’s not talk of that,” I said, sorting through my supply of herbs. “It does us no good to discuss the topic because Prince Minho isn’t even here.”

“But he’ll come back,” Chan said, and I shivered at the reminder.

For the time being, Minho had been sent to investigate the province where the poison’s main ingredient was sent from, and everyone was on-edge as the King continued to question the whereabouts of the culprit. Apparently, nobody was safe from his questioning, and I was forced to remain silent because it was knowledge that I intentionally kept to myself to avoid breaking down the court dynamics.

“I’ll worry about it then,” I said, reaching down for my basket. “But, as you can see, I have work that requires my attention.”

“We can still have a conversation,” Chan pointed out with a frown. “Would you agree to marry him? If he asked?”

I hesitated at the question, wondering if I could trust my innermost feelings with Chan. Because, in this situation, the consequences were far-reaching, and I couldn’t even fathom the proceeding reaction if I were to turn down a proposal from a Prince. “I don’t know,” I said, deciding to leave my response vague on purpose.

“You have the right to decline his proposal,” Chan said, and there a strange darkness in his gaze that I couldn’t process. “Nobody would force you, especially considering your position as the Castle’s Mage.”

“It’s complicated,” I agreed, grabbing my basket before standing again. “I must collect more of these herbs,” I said, and I effectively put an end to the uncomfortable conversation. “Please excuse me.”

“Of course,” Chan said, and I hated the disappointment that I detected in his tone.

For several hours, I found peace in the Castle gardens, lost in my thoughts as I gathered supplies together for Ella’s treatment. It was a warm afternoon, and I could easily forget about Prince Minho and my tedious conversation with Chan. Perhaps I might’ve spent the remainder of the day among the tranquil scenery without a single care in the world.

Until he showed up, flashing me his trademarked smirk as he folded his hands behind his back. “There you are,” Felix said. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“And I’ve been trying to avoid everyone,” I said, turning my back to him as I attempted to escape the gardens with a fresh collection of herbs.

“What do you mean, Y/N?” Felix asked with a faux pout as he trailed after me. “I missed seeing your face around the Castle.”

“That’s intentional,” I said, glancing back over my shoulder to glare at him, but it proved to be a fatal mistake, especially when I ran into something solid, forcing me to pause in my steps.

“Hey!” Seungmin exclaimed when I crashed directly into the younger Prince, stumbling backwards into Felix’s awaiting arms.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t throw yourself at me!” Felix chuckled, and I frowned as I pulled away from him.

“It was an accident,” I huffed before looking at Seungmin. “Did you check the path, your highness?”

“Enough with the formalities,” Seungmin snapped, and I was surprised by his harsher tone considering we had been making gains in a more civil relationship.

“You’re angry,” I remarked, and Seungmin snorted in obvious derision.

“I heard my brother wants to make you his wife,” Seungmin said, and he crossed his arms over his chest while fixing me with a stern glare.

“You told everyone,” I stated, fixing Felix with an unimpressed look.

"Of course I did,” Felix confirmed. “In my defense, I was unreasonably angry when I overheard your conversation with my brother, and it helps ease my consciousness when I can talk about the source of that ire.”

“Why should you be angry?” I asked him. “It’s really none of your business.”

“Y/N,” Felix said with a smile that could ruin entire villages. “You haven’t recognized your worth, but I see it every time I look at you, and I hope I can be there on the day you discover it for yourself.”

I was baffled by the sincere comment, and I had no response for his thoughtfulness. “You don’t have to marry him,” Seungmin insisted to redirect the conversation, and I could see the resolve in his eyes as he abruptly dropped down onto one knee.

“Don’t do this, Seungmin,” Felix muttered. “Have some self-respect.”

“You’re not in charge of my actions!” Seungmin retorted, and he grabbed my hands in an impossible hold. “Y/N, while my brother is away, I’ll ask my father if we can wed instead!”

“Seungmin,” I gasped, pulling my hands from him. “You’ve forgotten your place!”

“I want my place to be at your side,” Seungmin said, and there was an earnestness that told me he wasn’t joking around.

“Stand up, you fool,” Felix growled. “Father is the one who approves our marriages.”

“Certainly not yours,” Seungmin retorted. “He’ll be sending you back to the Northern kingdom soon enough, and we can have peace again without your intervention!”

“Enough!” I shouted, shifting my gaze between both men. “You’re both acting like children! It’s disrespectful to the royal name.”

“He has no right to our royal name,” Seungmin said, and Felix took a deep breath as he considered his brother with a stare that could intimidate the toughest opponent. Yet, instead of provoking Seungmin, Felix wisely muttered a terse salutation before storming his way back to the Castle.

“That was harsh of you,” I told Seungmin once Felix was gone, reaching for my basket which still sat on the ground. “There’s a plot to murder your older brother, and your concern should not be on me!”

Seungmin pouted, sitting back on his haunches, and I left him alone to think about my words of caution.

Later that evening, the King summoned me to the throne room for additional protection while he agreed to meet with the local villagers. It was a Castle tradition for the King to hear the ails of his people, but I was beginning to notice a dangerous pattern with each subsequent entrant.

“The drought is destroying my crops!” a villager cried, and he was practically hysterical as he fell to his knees. “Something must be done!”

I looked down at the floor, realizing my position of entitlement at the Castle which meant I was always well-attended, and water was not a scarce resource for the royals. But for the villagers? I trembled at the thought, glancing at the King from the corner of my eye.

“We shall reimburse your crops,” the King said.

“And what about the other farmers?” the villager asked. “This is our only source of income!”

“It’s my problem as well, your majesty,” another villager said, flinching when a guard took a threatening step in his direction.

“I hear your woes,” the King said. “I shall turn to my advisor for recommendations.”

“It needs to be done immediately!” the first villager insisted. “We have no other means to feed my wife and children!”

“The King has spoken,” a guard interceded, but the King held up his hand with a frown.

“If my people insist,” the King said, “then we shall handle this business without delay, and you must fetch Advisor Kim and order him into this room at once!”

The guard narrowed his eyes, but complied. “Yes, your majesty.”

“In the meantime,” the King continued, “I’ll continue to fulfill the remainder of your requests.”

I nodded my agreement, watching as two guards escorted the first villager to the side of the room. Accordingly, the next villager was asked to step forward, but despite the King’s best efforts, most of the issues continued to involve the water shortage in varying capacities. The tension was evident throughout the room, written in the stress lines aging the countenances of the people who were suffering, and I could tell that the King was growing more and more furious as a result.

Thankfully, Advisor Kim arrived a few short moments later, and he greeted the King with a ceremonial nod of his head. “How can I serve you, my King?”

“We’ve reached an impasse,” the King said. “The water shortage has affected my Kingdom, and I require a solution for our people.”

Advisor Kim smiled, and I could tell that he already had an idea waiting to be revealed. “Perhaps a rain ceremony?” he said. “The ritual can summon the water, but we must pick the right representative.”

The King hummed, considering the suggestion. “If we consider the ritual, then one of my sons must conduct the ceremony.”

“I, of course, agree with you,” Advisor Kim said. “But we must choose the right son to lead the ritual, according to the patterns in the stars.”

“Then so be it,” the King said, and he stood from his throne to address the rest of the room. “We’ll conduct a rain ceremony,” the King said. “I will speak further with the rest of my advisors, and we shall come to a consensus on which of my sons shall lead it.”

There was a small chorus of cheers from the villagers, but I couldn’t help but frown as I considered the unusual suggestion. The idea of the ritual was an outdated practice, and my magical instincts told me that it wasn’t necessarily a guarantee. “Let’s escort them out,” the head guard whispered to me, and I quietly agreed with his command, casting one last suspicious look at Advisor Kim who only smiled at me with a cold calculation.

The announcement for the rain ceremony would commence in front of the Castle with the villagers in attendance. It was set for high noon, and I had already agreed to walk with Chan after I visited his wife early that morning to try a new poultice. But Chan was unusually quiet, and I noticed that his enthusiasm for my treatments had gradually waned as they proved ineffective.

“Let me know if you feel better,” I said to Ella, offering her a reassuring smile as I packed up my supplies.

“Thank you,” Ella whispered, and I could tell that she was tired again.

“Come on,” Chan whispered, and I nodded before trailing after him into the corridor with rapid steps.

“I feel confident about this one,” I said, trying to keep my tone upbeat as we walked side by side.

Chan sighed, but he forced a smile. “I appreciate your efforts.”

“It’s no problem,” I said. “I think I could try a higher concentration-”

“Y/N,” Chan interrupted, surprising me when he cornered me against the wall. “You’ve done more than enough.”

“Chan-” I tried again, but I cut myself off this time when he rested his forehead against mine, taking several deep breaths.

“There’s so much pressure,” he said. “I’m just so grateful for your strength.”

I hesitated at the statement, carefully pushing back against Chan’s shoulders until his gaze was connected with mine. “You shouldn’t say such things, your majesty.”

Chan flinched at the use of the formal title, but it was the necessary distancing effect to remind him of our different statuses. “Will you support me if I’m chosen, Y/N?” he asked. “For the ceremony?”

“Of course,” I replied, and he nodded before taking a step back.

“That’s good enough for me,” he said, and I was stunned when he didn’t even bother waiting for me when he continued our short trek to the outside pavilion because an enormous crowd stretched out below the main balcony where the King sat on his throne. His queens stood around him with his sons kneeling at the very edge, and I waited until Chan joined his brothers before taking my place next to Advisor Kim.

“I saw you earlier,” Advisor Kim whispered. “Are you suspicious of me?”

“For the ritual?” I asked. “I’m not convinced of its purpose.”

“Would you rather the people die?” he asked, and I recoiled because I was horrified that he could suggest something so foul.

“No, but I could study some spells in the library, and it would be far more useful,” I said. “I think you have underlying motivations?”

“Shall we find out?” Advisor Kim spoke, and I could feel my blood boil at the expression he wore.

“My loyal subjects!” The King announced, and I refocused my attention. “I have decreed a rain ceremony to bring back our water, and the ritual shall be led by one of my sons who was chosen by the stars!”

The villagers cheered at the announcement, and I studied the princes who sat elegantly as they waited in their places. “My advisors and I convened together, and in the absence of Prince Minho, we have decided that my son, Prince Felix, will lead the ritual.”

I startled at the selection, and I could tell that the queens and remaining Princes were all shocked as Felix stood with a blank expression. “Not him!” several villagers cried. “There is evil in his eyes!”

“Boo!”

“A curse on this Kingdom!”

“Vile and loathsome!”

Each insult was heightened by angry jeers and screams, but Felix wasn’t deterred when he bowed down before his father and quietly accepted his newfound position. “The Temple Master has spoken,” the King announced. “Based on the signs he received from the stars, Prince Felix will lead the ceremony and our water shall return.”

I quickly turned to Advisor Kim, glaring at the older man as he sighed in obvious content. “You’ll see the necessity of this decision, Mage,” he said, throwing a wink in my direction while the mixture of cheers and insults drowned out the rest of the night.

However, perhaps in a premeditated assumption, on the morning of the ritual, Felix was nowhere to be found.

“I checked everywhere, your majesty,” Felix’s guard said, and he flinched when the King stood abruptly.

But outside the gates of the Castle, the villagers were loud, demanding to know when the ceremony would commence. It was obvious that everyone was on-edge, and I could see several of the queens conversing quietly with their sons. “Of course he will come,” Advisor Kim said, and he only seemed slightly worried as he stood behind the King.

“My love, we can always have someone else take his place,” Queen Seo suggested, and she ran her fingers through Changbin’s dark hair.

“I shall search for him,” I said, surprising everyone. “I can use magic.”

“Very well,” the King agreed. “But if he’s not here by noon, then we will continue without him.”

“I’ll do my best,” I said with a slight incline of my head as I hurried into the Castle.

Because the spell in question was complicated, and I stopped by Felix’s regular quarters to find one of his possessions. It was a pair of gloves, and I closed my eyes to concentrate, relying on instinct alone to guide my movements through the complicated maze of corridors.

But as the seconds ticked away in the background, I could feel myself weakening from the continued use of my magic. However, the warmth lingering at the tips of my fingers grew as I approached the dungeons. And it was there that I found Felix, sitting inside one of the cells as he laid his head back against the wall with his eyes closed.

“Felix,” I whispered, and his eyes immediately opened.

“I shouldn’t be surprised,” Felix said, looking down at his gloves. “Your magic truly is spectacular.”

“It has its uses,” I agreed, walking into the cell to join Felix on the cot. “Is this a place you often escape to?”

“It was a source of reprieve when I was young,” Felix said. “Before my father sent me far away.”

I nodded, searching for the right words. “Your father has faith enough to let you lead today’s ceremony.”

“He has confidence in that fool who advises him,” Felix grumbled. “You’re a smart girl, Y/N. Surely you’ve recognized that this is a very elaborate set-up meant to make me look bad. There’s no valid truth in these ceremonies.”

“But shall it be enough to prove them right,” I said. “They want you to concede defeat.”

“I’ll let them win,” Felix said. “Everyone is against me.”

“That’s nor true,” I said, and a brilliant idea crossed my mind as I stood from the bed. “Stay here for a moment.”

Felix muttered something in response, but I chose to ignore him, shuffling to the backdoor leading outside into the surrounding forest where I proceeded to gather the herbs that would create the necessary concoction inside my head. It was often a difficult endeavor, but the Castle was blessed with an overstock of natural supplies, and I collected them before returning to Felix’s side.

“What’s that?” he asked, watching me mix the ingredients in a bowel that I found near the entrance.

“Take off your mask,” I requested once everything was broken down into an applicable form.

Felix frowned at the request, but I could see the curiosity in his gaze. “It’s not something you’d want to see again.”

“Trust me,” I said, and I tried to convey my conviction in the searing exchange that we shared.

“Fine,” Felix relented, and he cautiously removed the mask, flinching when I reached out.

“Relax,” I requested, and he closed his eyes to obey me, wincing when I first traced the elongated scar forming a jagged pattern down his eye and jawline. “This is simple magic,” I said, and I coated my finger in the substance and started to rub it against the area around his scar.

“It’s hard for me to allow this,” Felix said.

“Here,” I said, and Felix flinched at the first swipe of my finger across the scar itself. “Hold still,” I whispered, and there was a novel vulnerability in his gaze as he averted his eyes away from mine.

“What does it do?” he asked, and I smiled as I continued my work.

“It’s useful for things like this,” I said, and my efforts were completed in the proceeding concentrated silence before I fetched a small mirror that I kept on my person. “Look.”

Felix opened his eyes, and a gasp escaped him as he studied his reflection in the mirror. “It’s gone,” he marveled, and I was glad to see his reaction.

“I have always tried my best to judge a man based on his character,” I said. “At the beginning, you probably thought that I formed such undesirable opinions of you because of a scar, but it was much rather due to the fact that everywhere I turned, the Castle’s occupants spoke of your evil.”

Felix scoffed, but he didn’t move away from me. “What made you reconsider?”

“Well, you did say that I was a smart girl, and I can see no evil in these eyes,” I said, turning his chin from side to side as I gave him a kind smile. “Let’s see how they handle a Prince with all the confidence in the world.”

Felix’s breaths were uneven, and his eyes flickered down to my lips. “You’re the only one who doesn’t look at me with pity or fear,” Felix said, and I froze when one of his hands came up to brush across the side of my cheek. “You’re too brave for these men, Y/N,” Felix continued, and he moved even closer, enough for our lips to brush.

“Your highness,” I said, pulling back and forcing him to drop his hand. “The ceremony.”

“Right,” Felix agreed, clearing his throat. “Shall we?”

I was full of pride when he started ahead of me out of the dungeons, and there was a feeling of warmth settling itself at the center of my chest.

There was a hushed silence when I emerged from the Castle with Felix. We were both in clear view of the villagers, and despite their complaints from the previous day, they were all standing in awe of the Prince who usually hid himself behind a mask. But I’m sure it made for a interesting sight to see such a confident version of Felix.

It was even more pervasive when we entered the main courtyard, and every single one of Felix’ brothers turned to look at him with apparent shock. I smiled at their expressions, including the varying mixtures of rage and horror reflected on the countenances of the queens. “You’ve made an impression,” I whispered to Felix, nodding in the direction of his approaching father.

“My son,” the King said, and he held out the ceremonial staff that Felix accepted with a shaking hand.

“Thank you,” Felix managed, and he gave me one last lingering glance before leaving me behind with his father to walk up the steps of the Temple.

I shivered in anticipation, feeling an electric charge in the air as thunder rumbled promisingly in the background. “I’m sure this is your doing,” the King suddenly interjected, and I was startled from my thoughts.

“I wanted to help him,” I said. “There was no other way to convince him to lead the ritual.”

The King nodded, and I expected him to be angered, but he was smiling instead with a proud gaze. “This is the son I wanted,” he proclaimed, and he returned to his throne while I joined the rest of the advisors, ignoring Chan’s penetrating stare.

In the distance, Felix was barely perceivable once he was at the top of the Temple, kneeling down in front of the water basin as he held the staff up towards the darkening horizon. I held my breath at that moment, looking up at the sky just in time for the first drop of rain to make contact with my heated skin. From there, the clouds dispersed their precipitation, sending sheets of rainfall across the courtyard, soaking everyone through their robes.

It was followed by the sound of cheering from beyond the gates, and I’m sure the villagers were ecstatic to receive water to assuage the recent drought. But there wasn’t a sight more profound than the image of Felix turning around to stand at the top of the Temple in direct view of his family and the rest of the court. He raised his staff into the air with an enormous smile, making his features even more handsome.

There were a few reluctant cheers from the surrounding members, and I surely clapped the loudest as I examined the Prince full of all the happiness that he deserved. Until something flashed across my vision, blocking out all the light and sending shivers down my spine. It wasn’t painful to endure, but it commanded all of my energy and attention - a vision of the future that I rarely received because they were often rarer than an eclipse.

But they were also usually full of hope, which is why I felt a profound sensation of fear as several images flashed before my eyes - blood and war, betrayal and death. It was the kind of vision that made you doubt everything, and I could barely keep a grip on my emotions when the darkness faded and I was left looking at Felix once again.

Yet, the effects lingered, and I staggered backwards, reeling from the powerful vision.

Because it had shown me the same Felix, but not as the smiling man who accepted the adulation from the crowd; instead, I saw a Felix with blood caking his robes, standing in the middle of his slain siblings with blood-lust reflected in his green gaze.

The next morning, I was summoned to the throne room to meet with a returning General who the King insisted I should meet.

“He’s the best I’ve got,” the King explained, and his wives were silent as they sat around him.

“I’ll be honored to meet him,” I murmured quietly, glancing down at the King’s sons who were all seated at the base of the elevated stage.

I could see Felix’s fiery-colored hair, and I swallowed hard as the images from my vision reminded me that something horrible was destined for him.

But maybe I was meant to change it?

“Your highness,” one of the guards announced. “General Lee and his daughter have arrived.”

“Send them in,” the King said, and the doors opened to admit the ones in question: an older man with a weathered face and gray hair, carrying his helmet by his waist, and a beautiful girl, no older than myself, walking by his side with dark brown hair and eyes. “General Lee,” the King said with a warm smile. “Let me be the first to extend my gratitude for your efforts in the skirmish on the Southern border!”

“It is my duty, your grace,” General Lee replied with a bow.

“But I insist on rewarding you,” the King said, and he held out his hands. “Your wish is my command.”

“If your grace insists,” General Lee said with a hint of mischief. “I do believe it is time for my daughter to marry.”

“Oh?” the King nodded. “She is very beautiful.”

“Thank you,” the young girl replied, and I could tell that she was reserved.

“And the daughter of such a revered man like yourself deserves a worthy husband,” the King said. “You shall choose from amongst my available sons.”

“Your grace is too generous!”

“Nonsense!” the King proclaimed. “It is an earned honor.”

“Then we shall hold it in the highest regard,” General Lee replied, and he gently pushed his daughter forward in the direction of the reluctant Princes.

“Which of my sons do you want?” the King asked the young girl.

“I want him,” she said without an ounce of hesitation, pointing one finger in Seungmin’s direction.

Seungmin startled immediately, but Hyunjin was cognizant enough to squeeze his shoulder as a reminder not to speak out of term. “Very well,” the King agreed. “We shall organize a marriage ceremony at once!”

“Thank you,” the girl said, and she cast a longing stare in Seungmin’s direction. But as I studied the young Prince’s reaction, I couldn’t help but think that the two lovers would require further intervention if this marriage was to be finalized.

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