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hrts4kyo · 12 days

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2Nite — ♕

♡︎ switch!theo x fem!reader

♡︎ genre: smut. strictly, mdni. (wc; 2,7k)

♡︎ sypnosis: you and your friends decided to go to the clubs to celebrate your birthday, and of course, your closest friend Theo had to be there as well. Despite you both denying the rumours of something going on between you two, everyone could see right through the clear facade. Maybe, there was something more. Something that was unspoken and hidden from everyone else.

♡︎ warnings: semi-publc (restrooms), fingering, manhandling, not an established relationship yet, praise + degration, slight exhibitionism, pet names (e.g baby, sweetheart), alcohol intake, oral (m receiving), handjob.

♡︎ song recs: 2nite - p1harmony + formula - labrinth. ✭

You swung your bag over your shoulder, getting out of the taxi with a bright smile on your face. It was finally your birthday, the day you had been looking forward to for ages. You flattened your slim black dress before paying the cost of the taxi and shutting the door with a nod.

At last you headed towards the entrance of the club, taking your ID from the purse and showing it to the tout that stood tall infront of the entry. Once you got the pass, he clicked open the gate and signalled you to go in. You did so confidently, heading straight to the booth that you and your friends had rented for the night.

As you made your way through the loud crowds, you found yourself swaying along with the music.

Once you finally made it to your booth, you were greeted with a loud cheer from your favourite friends. All of them immediately errupted into a loud “Happy birthday” and you could not help but slightly get embarrassed, ducking your head in your hand and laughing quietly.

“Heyy y/n!! We were looking forward to you finally arriving, took you long enough” Keeho smiled, patting down on the seat next to him as you made your way to sit.

“Okay, I know I was late but I couldn’t help it, my uber was late as fuck” You sighed, placing your bag on the table.

“You’re always so stubborn, I told you I could’ve picked you up on the way here” Intak shook his head, smiling in a way of saying “I told you so”

“Oh please, with the way you drive, I’d rather be late. You drive like your in a formula car lets be so real right now”

And everyone nodded, agreeing with you.

“Anyways, It’s my birthday, drinks are on me so what are we getting?” You stood up, taking your wallet out so you could head to the bar to order drinks.

“Hey thats not fair, It’s your birthday, we should be the one getting you the drinks” Jiung added, putting his hand over your wallet.

“I agree” Jongseob added, tilting his head towards Jiung.

“Can all of you shut up for once, trust me I want to buy you all drinks, It’s my treat! I mean come on we’ve been friends for several years and none of you guys have let me buy drinks before” You slapped Jiungs hand off, chuckling as you told them all that it’s okay.

“Works for me, I’d love some tequila shots” Keeho shrugged.

“Ooh, Me too” Shota added, following Keeho like he always did.

“Okay fine, I’ll just have a beer then” Intak said.

“I’ll have a beer along with Intak” Jongseob added.

“Yeah beer sounds good” Jiung replied, content with the choice of drinks.

“What about you Tae?” You asked, trying to memorise all of the drinks that the boys had asked you for.

“I’m not too sure, can I come to the bar with you so I can check the menu?” Theo questioned.

“Of course, Tae”

And he got up along with you, both of you heading towards the bar, blending in with the large crowd.

As you dissapeared and left the boys’ line of vision, Keeho looked towards the others with a grin on his face.

“Is it just me who thinks there’s something goin’ on between them two?”

“Definitely not, yangie always acts different around her, its hilarious to see” Intak smiled as he leaned into the booth.

“Oh for sure, Whenever we go to the clubs without y/n he just gets a fireball. It’s his favourite drink. There is no way he actually didn’t know what he wanted today.” Jiung snickered.

The boys laughed loudly, seeing right through Theo.

. . . . . . .

You and Theo walked through the heavy crowds, music blasting out of the industrial speakers. Due to it being a Saturday, the entire venue was packed with people, several couples on the dance floor and other strangers just hanging with their friends.

At some point you felt like you had lost Theo, looking around you as you panicked. Finding him in the large mass of people would take ages, and you didn’t want to worry the other boys. So, you called his name out, trying to overpower the speakers, but of course, you were unsuccessful.

While your heartbeat quickened, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, then lower onto your hand. You looked behind you, locking eyes with him.

“Theo, for fucks sake you had me worrying” You cried out, relief washing over your entire body.

“Sorry sorry, some random girl grabbed my shirt and pulled me to her, told her I had a girlfriend and so she left me alone”

Your eyes widened.

“Since when did you have a girlfriend oh my god?” You laughed, genuinely shocked with him.

“I dont know, since now apparently. I just pointed to you and she let me go” Theo shrugged, a smirk plastering across his face.

He didn’t wait for your reaction, pulling you by your hand to the bar through the heated bodies on the dance floor. You still had not recovered from that small remark, feeling yourself blush as you patted your cheek to make sure you weren’t heating up. To your dissapointment, you were scorching, meaning you were one hundred percent blushing. Shit.

You both arrived at the bar before you had even realised, Theo letting go of your hand slowly as he sat down on one of the stools along with you. You looked at him, admiring his calm expression as he searched over the menu board that was placed on the wall.

You were broken out of your trance through a bartender, a small girl that had her hair in a sleek ponytail.

“Hi! what can I get for you and your partner today?” She grinned, pointing her hand towards Theo that looked at her with a twisted expression, stuck in between laughter and keeping his mouth closed.

“I-We aren’t partn-

“We’d like 2 tequila shots, 3 beers, and one fireball. What would you like baby?” Theo asked, looking towards you.

At this point you couldn’t shut your mouth, your jaw hanging low as your eyes were wide.

“Oh, um, I’d just like one white wine please” You responded, mind spinning and your stomach churning. What was with Theo today, and more importantly, what was with you today? Why were you feeling like this….towards your best friend?

“Easy, will get them now” The bartender responded, making her way to the large selection of drinks.

You and Taeyang nodded, waiting for her to leave before you both made eye contact.

“Mind explaining yourself?” You questioned, leaning into his ear to make sure he could hear you.

A smirk made its way onto his face, bringing his lips close to yours as he breathed down your neck and spoke in your ear.

“You think I couldn’t see how you blushed when I dragged you by your hand y/n? the club lights dont do you much justice, neither does your body warmth.”

You felt your whole world spin, your bones suddenly feeling weak.

Theo took his hand off the counter, slowly bringing it up your thigh as he played with the hem of your dress.

“This dress new?” Theo smiled, looking down at the silver accents that rimmed the corners of the dress elegantly.

“Nah, Just never wore it, It’s kind of uncomfortable” you muttered, your heart beating at an unsteady pace. Theos eyes dragged from your thighs, to your stomach, to your cleavege, than to your eyes. You could feel him pierce through your skin, his touches feeling heavy.

“Uncomfortable hm? Guessing you wouldn’t mind it being ruined then?” He began to trace circles in your inner thighs, causing you to tremble slightly, tensing your entire body up.

“No, I wouldn’t mind” You wanted to see how this played out.

“How about we forget the drinks and the other boys for a little then?” Theo stood up from his stool, extending his hand for you to grab.

without a second thought, you took his hand in yours, allowing him to lead you wherever he had in mind. You mindlessly went after him, watching the way his black locks brushed over his forehead underneath the orange and red lights.

Before you knew it, Theo had stopped in his tracks and pulled you into one of the bathrooms, his chest against yours. You looked up at him, admiring his gorgeous features.

“Mind if I—“

“Kiss me, Theo.”

And you were swept into a tender kiss, his lips crashing against yours. His teeth dragged across your lower lip, allowing his tongue to gain entrance and twist with yours in a heated dance. His hands made their way from your waist to your thighs, hoisting you up so you were pinned against the wall, his hardening bulge pressing against your clothed heat.

You felt arousal pool at your panties, the kiss fogging up your mind while he slightly rubbed against you. You moaned into his mouth, your dress riding up so your ass was nearly exposed. One of his hands gripped your ass harshly, causing him to groan while you broke the kiss to throw your head back from the sensation. His hand moved from your ass to your pussy, pressing right against your sensitive bud.

“Shit, Taeyang..Need more” You sighed contently, leaning your head against the graffitied wall of the restrooms.

“Whatever my princess needs”

And within seconds, his hand had moved your panties to the side, teasing your bare entrance with his long digits. Your breathing faltered as he slowly put you down, turning your back into his chest as your ass lined up with his hard cock. He pulled you infront of the full length mirror of the bathroom as one of his hands spread your legs apart and one hand found refuge on your neck.

Your dress was now pooled at your waist, your entire cunt dripping and bare infront of the mirror. The sight was exotic, a whimper escaping your lips as you watched the way Theo’s hands circled your cunt. You turned your head to the side, the sight becoming too much for you to handle. But, before you could fully look away, Theo scowled in your ear.

“Look at yourself through the mirror gorgeous. Don’t look away now…you’re practically dripping for me.” Theo scoffed underneath his breath, watching you through the mirror as well.

You looked at yourself, and finally, Theo pushed one of his digits into your cunt, a moan escaping your lips at the coldness of his finger. He slowly took it out as he plunged it back in roughly, your eyes shutting in pure ecstacy.

Suddenly, you felt another finger probe at your entrance, your hole aching as it slid its way into you. Theo’s free hand slightly tightened around your neck, resulting in your mind fogging up and a loud moan making its way out of your lips.

As his fingers made its way in and out of your bruised cunt, you felt yourself get closer and closer to the edge. His fingers pressed against your gummy walls so sweetly that you couldn’t help but clench around them. Within just a few moments, you were coming undone around his hand, your juices leaking down your thigh and onto Taeyangs palm.

“There we go, thats my pretty girl” Theo whispered in your ear, plunging his fingers in and out of you softly as he pushed your cum back into your swollen pussy.

Theo twisted you back around so you were facing him, checking up on you as he brushed your stray pieces of hair back.

“Are you okay sweetheart?” Theo looked down at you with concern, his hands brushing over your red face and checking your pulse on your neck.

You smiled, a small giggle escaping your lips as you watched the way Theo began to worry at how silent you had become.

“That felt fucking amazing Taeyangie” You put your hand atop of his, sighing into his touch.

“Fuck you had me so worried” Theo exhaled.

You looked down at his pants, his bulge still erect. You could feel your mouth watering as you imagined taking his length in your mouth. You looked back up at him, wanting him to enjoy this night just as much as you.

Your hand brushed over his dick and pressed it slightly, causing him to wince and suck in a deep breath through his teeth.

“I can help you with this, Can’t I baby?” You smiled, pushing Theo into one of the stalls and pressing his chest down so he sits on one of the closed toilet seats. You kicked the door shut, locking it quickly before settling between his legs.

“Fuck you look so hot right now y/n” Theo responded, his voice raspy.

Your confidence was at its peak, your hands making their way to his belt, unbuckling it in a hurry. You took his jeans down along with his boxers, His dick snapping against his toned abs. His flared mushroom head was practially leaking with pre-cum, begging for release.

And so, you wrapped your hand around the base of his dick, Theo groaning at the slightest touch.

You swatched your thumb over the head, gathering some of the slick and dragging it along his length. You began to twist your hand around his throbbing cock, Causing Theo to mutter unrecognisible words.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, feels so good”

As you felt Theo twitch in his seat, you could see from his expression that he was close. His brows furrowed together and mouth wide open. You took your hand off his dick, a dissapointed growl escaping his plush lips. Before he could complain, you kissed his tip, your warm mouth taking him in.

Theo arched his back, taking one of his hands off the seat and grabbing a fistful of your hair. You slowly took him in your mouth, your eyes watering around his girthy and long length. He was undeniably big, maybe the biggest you’d ever seen, and so you took as much as you could in your mouth and brung one of your hands back to cover the remaining length.

Theo was practically hyperventilating, his breath ragged while his chest heaved up and down in a rush. He was close to cumming, his hand that was located in your mouth guiding you to speed up. You gagged around his harsh length, turning him on more.

“‘m gonna cum, fuck, where do you want me” Theo asked, looking down at your teary eyes.

You held onto his thigh, signalling that you want him to say in your mouth. And with one last thrust into your mouth, Theo painted your throat white, his thick white spurts of cum spilling in you. You swallowed every last drop before kissing his tip and allowing him to pull out.

“Shit…That was so sexy y/n, god I love you so much” Theo said, standing up from the seat and pulling his boxers and pants back on as he buckled his belt with shakey hands. You kissed him on the lips before smiling.

“I love you too, my boy”

“Im all yours y/n.”

You held onto his hand as you quickly dragged him out of the toilets, both of you becoming a laughing mess as you made your way back to the booth. It hadn’t been that long right?

You both were met with an empty space, a note placed on the table.

Theo picked it up, wrapping one of his arms around your waist as he read it out loud.

“You guys were super loud in the bathrooms by the way, anyways — congratulations guys, we had all the drinks you both ordered sooo. . . ya’ll missed out on drinks! we’re all at my house now, come over but make sure you both are clean, don’t want cum on my couches <3

— Love, Keeho (aka cupid duh)

You both erupted into laughter, hugging each other closely before walking out of the clubs, calling a taxi. There was still a whole night ahead of you two.

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lily-blue · 4 months

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I look at you like you're perfect for me

☆ characters: half-dark elf!theo & you ☆ genre: dark fantasy au, soulmate au ☆ warnings: mention of blood, violence and death, manipulation, slight mention of self-hatred ☆ summary: having a soulmate sounds like a fairy tale, doesn’t it? too bad that yours could have been easily written by one of grimm brothers or the queen of dark fairy tales, @dat-town herself ☆ words: 11,2k ☆ also: just like every year, this soulmate au was written for my own soulmate, kathy ♥ the tenth year of our friendship brought along a lot of changes; and i’m immensely happy to know that there is no such thing in our relationship as too much distance between the two of us. thank you for sticking by my side through all these years, starting from my super awkward high school years, and please, stay with me for five times this many (and even more) ♥

There had been a time when you had hated yourself for being born the way you were: without magic. However, shortly after your twentieth birthday, when the Dark Elves came knocking on your door, this rare deficiency - that less than one hundredth percent of the population had the misfortune to experience -, was what allowed you to survive when your village went up in smoke. You see, your people lived in one of the most lavish and dense forests of the Northern Kingdom. Even with magic running through your community’s veins, you stood no chance against the flames. Many died before they could have even thought about running.

Not that abandoning their roots helped a lot of people. Because the Dark Elves were ruthless just as the stories suggested and killed everyone who bumped into them on their way towards the border of your village. Gender or age… neither of those mattered. Once they sensed your spiritual core, the magical energy deep in your soul, there was a target on your back and their soldiers never missed aim.

The bile was burning your throat when you heard yet another body fall on the ground with a loud thud a few steps from behind you, but you willed yourself and kept running. This time the screams were louder; they came from a lot closer and it terrified you. The implication that you would be the next.

However, that arrow, you were so sure was meant to pierce through your heart, never came. It was as though they couldn’t see you. As though you were completely invisible in the open while people who tried their best to lay low lost their lives due to their stalling. You couldn’t grasp what was happening around you, but to be honest, you didn’t have time or spare energy to ponder over the reasons and theories. You needed to get as far from the chaos as possible before your weak legs gave up.

You had never been too athletic. You were driven by your sheer will to survive.

You weren’t sure how long it would take to get away from the stomach-churning screams and the distinct sound of wood burning; however, you had to be a lot deeper in the forest than you had ever been in because the awaited sense of safety didn’t embrace you as soon as you entered the realm of Mother Nature. You had to keep running. You had to keep moving forwards even when your feet hurt and your lungs begged for a break.

You didn’t stop until your body was physically incapable of moving. And then… Then, you crawled behind a thick trunk to placate your aggressively beating heart.

The Sun was already peeking through the trees by the time you more or less managed to regulate your breathing and came up with a semi-well-thought-out plan. Obviously, as much as you wanted to see your family, you couldn’t have just gone back to your village to look for other survivors. You didn’t have any weapon on you to fight your way though an army, any experience in close combat other than those playful fist fights you had occasionally had with your neighbors or magic to rely on against other magical creatures. If the Dark Elves were still around, you would have died the moment you set foot in your home.

However, your chances might not have been that horrible if you hadn’t been alone. If you had had other people backing you up while fighting back against the Dark Elves. Therefore, what your next move should have been was clear: you had to find the nearest village and see what was going on there. Had they been spared by the monsters who had chosen the most peaceful moment of the night to destroy your home? Had they been already slaughtered? Would they have been the next victims of their conquest?

Either way, you had no time to waste.

So despite the tiredness in your bones that became more significant after the adrenaline left your body and the minor injuries you had obtained during your escape, you pushed yourself into a standing position and headed east. You had never visited any of the neighboring farms and villages before, but you were a regular at the market, so you had met many vendors from the area. You had heard stories about their families, about their lifestyles and homes, hence you knew where to start looking for people who might have actually been willing to lend you a helping hand. There should have been hunters on the other side of this forest who would have felt for you and your family. They were more empathetic than lone farmers around the western regions.

Following the Sun, grateful for its guidance, it was easier to disregard the pain in your feet, caused by the cuts and bruises on your bare soles, than you would have initially thought. You had never been a warrior, after all. What wasn’t easy to shut out, however, was the grumbling of your stomach and the feeling of emptiness in your gut. When was the last time you had eaten? You were pretty sure you hadn’t skipped dinner last night, so why? Why was your body demanding food so desperately while numbing the pain?

Your mind was switching between daydreaming about your mother’s roasted sweet potatoes and the pictures of your loved ones falling on the cold ground like sacks of rice, hence in no time, you felt like you could have thrown up the minute your mouth touched anything edible. You were so damn hungry, but all the death and suffering that lingered in your mind made it hard to digest that you were still alive. Why were you still alive?

Your steps faltered then came to an immediate stop when the unmistakable sound of horses trotting somewhere in front of you registered in your brain. Your heart was in your throat as you looked around in panic, trying to find a place where you could have hidden. A bush that was dense enough to hide your figure, a hollow in one of the thicker trees, a branch low enough for you to use as leverage, so that you could climb on the top. Something. Anything.

In the end, you did come across a branch that you could reach on your tiptoes, so you quickly ran towards it and used your momentum and the sturdy trunk underneath your feet to aid your above-the-average muscles. You pulled yourself up on the tree and hugged the trunk in hope of blending into your surroundings.

A voice inside of your head - a gentle yet teasing tone akin to your beloved older sister’s - scolded you for breathing too loudly and staring in the direction of possible danger, so you swallowed down your fears, willed your body to comply and closed your eyes like your father had taught you during the first and last hunt he had taken you on. You remembered how ridiculous he had sounded to you when he had told you and Nobara that every creature could feel it when they were being watched. You, for that matter, had never experienced such a thing during any of your hide-and-seeks with your friends, but your sister had paid a lot of attention to your father’s instructions, so you had mimicked her serious expression.

Despite your best efforts, your father had never taken you on a hunt after that one occasion. For months, you had been sulking, convinced that it had been because he could have seen the skepticism in your eyes. Later, your sister had told you that he had only been worried about you because at that moment he had realized that you truly couldn’t sense other creatures’ watchful eyes without magic.

Life without magic had always sucked.

The tingles came unexpectedly. At first, it was as though tiny needles were pricking on your skin, but later, as your rational thoughts resurfaced, you realized that was hardly possible. So you thought the sensation came from tiny insects creeping under your clothes, and you prayed that they weren’t poisonous. You were without your loved ones, you felt miserable for sure, but that didn’t mean you wanted to follow them to the afterlife in case they were already six feet under.

You gulped and resisted the urge to lift your hand and scratch your nape. You willed yourself not to open your eyes.

However, as the seconds ticked by, it became significantly harder to stay still. You had never been a hyperactive person - you loved spending time at home, helping your mom and reading in the barn or on the field -, but at that moment, there was this slowly growing urge inside of you that made you want to reveal your hiding place. It encouraged you to climb off the tree, and it scared you how your nails had to dig into the trunk consciously, so that you wouldn’t have given in to this irrational temptation.

‘Keep heading west. I’ll catch up with you,’ you could hear one of the riders send away the rest, making you wonder what his reason could have been for both staying behind and staying alone without any backup.

You wanted to sneak a peek at him so much. Your hands were trembling as you held onto the tree desperately. What was wrong with you? Deluding yourself into thinking that you were out of harm’s way just because he was alone was the worst thing you could have done. This rider could have easily been one of those who had attacked your village the previous night.

Your arms jerked and your hands let go of the trunk when something big and warm landed on your shoulder. You could have pinpointed the exact moment you lost your footing and your body fell forwards, then towards the cold ground underneath.

You could phantom the pain that was surely about to come with the collision, but you did not feel the crash. Instead, your bare feet touched the grass gently like you had been floating on your way down and your balance was supported by two strong arms that enveloped your torso. Those palms that appeared on your hips were big and warm. Familiar in a way you had a hard time to explain.

‘Aren’t you gonna open your eyes, little one?’ The same rider asked you with a pinch of playfulness to his voice that immediately disarmed you despite your better judgment. A part of you was still aware that you knew nothing about this person. Your concerns and worries and fears were still there, somewhere in the back of your head. They just didn’t seem to reach you when you needed your survival instincts, your defenses the most.

Why else would you have called him out on the nickname he had chosen for you instead of on how he had sneaked up on you and endangered your life.

‘I’m not little,’ you sulked, linking your arms in front of your chest, which later you realized was only proving him right. You acted like a little girl, but you couldn’t have decided whether it had been already too late to back out. Should you have held your chin higher or let your arms fall back by your sides?

Indecisive, you let your body posture stay the way it was, but stopped pouting to lessen the spoiled brat attitude.

‘U-hum,’ the lone rider hummed out, taunting you with a pout similar to the one you had just abandoned and simultaneously urging you to fight back. However, you didn’t have any good retort and even if you had had any, the words would have stuck in your throat the moment your eyes met his ash gray orbs. He looked breathtakingly beautiful.

Inhuman.

‘Like what you see, little one?’ The rider teased, and that alone would have earned a scoff from you if you had been able to close your mouth while you were taking in his appearance.

The boy didn’t look older than twenty-three; his complexion was pale as though his face was lit up by the Moon even in daylight. He had fair hair that fell into his face and ears as sharp as needle ice. He was an elf. There was no question about it and yet, your feet made no attempt at putting the well-needed distance between you two.

‘Are you without a horse?’ His more reasonable question pulled you out of your head and you nodded on instinct, although admitting that you had no means getting away from him might have been a mistake.

It seemed like you were making one poor decision after another in this stranger’s company. Who was he anyway? And why did it feel like he was someone important to you whom you should have kept close?

‘Are you heading west?’

‘East,’ the truth fell from your lips easily as if you weren’t in control of your own actions, and in a world where magic was more common than people without power, the possibility shouldn’t have been brushed off as quickly as you had just done so. It was just… as soon as the thought could have formed in your mind, your heart rejected it without hesitation.

‘Do you mind if I take you to the nearest village? The forest isn’t the safest place right now,’ the rider reasoned and a part of you wanted to ask how he knew that the area was dangerous, but before you could have parted your lips, he had already taken your silence as a permission to touch you.

The boy’s palm was warm against your skin; his fingers fit around your wrist like a bracelet. Your body followed him towards his horse with minor protest. You didn’t come back to your senses until you were standing in front of the mighty animal and your company took his hand off you to fix the saddle, so the horse could carry the both of you.

‘I… I didn’t say that I’d go with you.’ You took a step backwards. You still didn’t sound too eager to turn your back on him, but it was a baby step towards the right direction.

Why did you have to remind yourself that you didn’t know him? You knew that you had no idea who he was and what his intentions were with you. You were completely in the dark regarding his reason for sending the rest of his group away and you were also unaware whether he had known about your presence when he had done that.

Not to mention that he was an elf. That in itself should have been a good enough reason for you to run in the opposite direction. Yet, you stood in one place, with your chin held up high. Your breath hitched when your eyes met for the second time.

‘You didn’t say you don’t want me to take you there, either,’ the elf exclaimed, his smug grin both annoying and charming - a thought you would have liked to bury deep in your mind, so you could have never accidentally blurted it out. ‘You want to stay here alone?’

You didn’t. You didn’t want to be alone.

‘You’re an elf. My village has been destroyed by elves,’ you forced the words through your gritted teeth as you simultaneously fought the tears in your eyes. You shouldn’t have shown weakness in front of a stranger. You shouldn’t have cried and mourned your family when you hadn’t known for sure that they were gone. They might have made it. Just because your sister had told you to run and she had stayed behind, it didn’t mean that she had failed to find a way out of the chaos.

You didn’t notice that you had balled your fists or that your arms were trembling due to your frustration and anger until your eyes fell on the rider’s face and you noted that he was staring at your hands. You relaxed your fingers immediately.

‘Did I destroy your village?’ He asked a tad tentatively and you gulped when you picked up on the sadness in his voice. You hadn’t meant to offend him. Yet, it was hard to convince yourself that if he had seen the shoe fit, it had been absolutely on him.

You felt like an asshole.

‘I mean… I don’t know for sure,’ you mumbled under your nose, looking at everything but him, so the unexpected tightness in your chest would have eased up a little. ‘Did you?’

The rider scoffed, but didn’t call you out on the bluntness of your question or the rudeness of the implication behind your words. Instead, he took a step further from his horse to encourage you to climb on the animal.

You bit into your cheek from the inside, waiting.

‘I’ve just arrived from the east with my group,’ he stated, his words aligning with what you had seen and heard mere minutes ago. The noises had indeed come from that direction, while your home had been located in the opposite way. Even on horseback, it sounded unreasonable that they would have taken such a huge detour just to get ahead of you and fool you.

Without magic, you were no match for their kind.

You looked down at your bare feet littered in cuts and bruises, then shifted your gaze to the horse. It would have been a lie to say it wasn’t tempting; however, letting the elf take you to anywhere was really the good choice?

‘Are you a dark elf?’ Another blunt question, another wave of guilt that washed over you the moment the last word had left your mouth. Since when had you been so concerned about a stranger’s feelings when your safety was at risk? He could have been as easily related to the monsters who had killed your people as…

‘I’m a half-elf.’

You sank your teeth deeper into your flesh. The pain in your body had been bearable before. Your feet had been numb and your wounds superficial. You could have made it to the other side of the woods on your own. A part of you was even determined to do so, so why… Why were your feet dragging you towards the horse?

‘Good girl,’ the rider complimented you when you climbed on the horse on your own, then got on the animal behind you, keeping you stable with his arms around your body.

You swallowed down your nerves.

You tried to swallow down your nerves.

Surprisingly, the journey towards the closest village was spent in calming silence. The only sounds breaking the tranquility were one of Mother Nature: the light breeze playing with the withering leaves, the foliage getting crushed underneath the horse’s hoofs, mosquitos and other insects buzzing into your ears.

In hindsight, you should have picked up on the telltale signs and known that something was really, really wrong when no birds or squirrels came out of their nests, but you weren’t as experienced as your other family members were when it came to the neighboring forest. So obviously, it hit you in the face when you arrived at your destination and it was also burned to the ground, just like your home. If it hadn’t been for the half-elf, you would have fallen off the horse due to the shock that shook you up quite badly. Just a week ago, you had been talking to this old man from this village at your market, promising him to buy an extra sack of potatoes from him if he introduced you to his grandson.

Now, they might have been both dead.

‘Hey, where are…’

The rider’s question didn’t register in your mind as you jumped off the horse and ran in a random direction, calling for survivors and looking for anyone who might have needed your help. It took you less than twenty steps to bump into the first half-burnt corpse and seven lifeless bodies in total to find the old man.

Overwhelmed, you didn’t realize how much the sight affected you until your knees hit the ground beside the man and your head crushed into a firm bundle of muscles, albeit less roughly.

The last thing you heard was the rider’s voice before your brain shut itself down.

Later, when you woke up, your wounds were dressed in clean textile and your head was put on something soft that gave enough support to your neck to not be in pain despite the hours you might have spent sleeping on the ground. It had been still pretty early when you had reached the other side of the forest; however, based on the blinding sunlight that shone down on you at a sharp angle from the sky, now, it had to be way into the afternoon.

What had happened while you had been out? Had there been any survivors? And where were you exactly anyway?

Where was the ri…

‘Good morning, sweetheart,’ a distinctly familiar, deep voice greeted you, and you made the mistake of trying to get in a sitting position as soon as possible to look at the half-elf, letting out an involuntary whine in the process. Hell. The middle of your forehead was throbbing; you felt so dizzy as if you had a head injury. Had you gotten hit on the head or something? You seriously couldn’t remember.

Your confusion must have been written on your face, because the next thing you knew, the rider crouched down in front of you and picked up a torn textile from the floor. Then, he rinsed it in a bowl of water and pushed you on your back, placing it back on your forehead.

‘You accidentally hit your head when I put you down, so that I could look for something to eat,’ he explained with an apologetic smile, the expression making it obvious even for your smashed brain that it hadn’t been you, per se, who had hit your head, but him who had been too careless.

You didn’t call him out on his wording, though. Mostly, because he had carried you to a safe place and stayed with you regardless of being strangers. In spite of your rude questions and open distrust. He hadn’t been obliged to protect you after you had accused him of killing your loved ones, but he had still done so. To you, this spoke volume.

‘Would it help if I told you my name?’

The question made no sense to you. Why would it have helped with anything if you had learned the rider’s name? And with what exactly did he think you needed help?

On the other hand, would knowing his name have made anything worse? You could have pretty much stopped referring to him as a rider and a half-elf in your head, which might have actually taken less out of your already drained brain power. Hence, you nodded (and hissed when it triggered yet another mini explosion behind your forehead). Ouch. That hurt.

‘Theo. My mom was a maid at the Light Elves’ Court in the south,’ he introduced himself, although the revelation that he was one of the creatures known as the least worse out of all monstrous magical beings did add to your guilt. He might not have been a good guy, either, but he wasn’t out there, killing thousands of innocents, either, and as bad as it sounded, that was already more you could have wished for.

So you told him your name in exchange and what had happened to your village the previous night, leaving out the teeny, tiny detail that the reason you could have run away was the lack of magic rushing through your veins. You didn’t have any proof.

Not to mention, saying that aloud could have still put you in danger - a voice akin to your mother’s warned you quietly.

After the most crucial pieces of information were shared and there was a semi-solid base that your acquaintanceship could have been built on, Theo brought up some lighter topics to ease the mood while you were munching on berries and rose apples. They might not have been as delicious as your mother’s kimbap rolls and chicken salad, but they were filling and that was all that mattered.

‘You should rest some more. I’ll stand guard,’ the rider reassured you and covered your upper body with his jacket before you could have protested. And you were grateful for him. You were grateful that he didn’t give any chance to your stubborn ass to claim you weren’t tired. Because you were. You were so exhausted, sleeping a couple more hours sounded exactly like what you needed.

‘Hn,’ you gave in with a low hum, enjoying the phantom touch of his fingertips against your skin and in your hair moments before you fell asleep.

Your initial plan to look for help at the nearest village, obviously, had been thrown out the window. However, it wasn’t like you could have just given up and not do anything. You had to find your family - or at least their remains if that was all that was left of them - and you couldn’t have possibly done that alone. You still needed people. You still needed survivors. Warriors. Anyone with weapons and will to kick elf asses.

You also needed a companion. And Theo was offering his help to you on a silver plate like he had nothing better to do despite those elves he had sent ahead - those elves he had promised to catch up with - right before your encounter. It was weird but appreciated, and you weren’t exactly in the position to look the gift horse in the mouth.

Thus, you made a deal: he would stay with you until you found a village that was spared by these monsters and in exchange, you promised to tell him those details he knew you had left out of your story about the massacre. It sounded like giving out nothing for everything, but you guessed, everyone had different values. What wasn’t valuable to you might have been a treasure to someone else.

You got on horseback a day after you had woken up after fainting from overstimulation and traveled from village to village just to meet more destruction than you had ever seen in your life. Honestly, before the night you had been separated from your family, you couldn’t have even imagined something so brutal. The fire wasn’t even the worst part. It was the smell of roasted flesh and the sight of those personal belongings that had somehow survived. The first time you had seen a pile of ash next to a half-burned doll, you had been crying for minutes for a child you had known nothing about.

Losing hope was too easy. It took you no longer than a week of constant failure and you felt like you didn’t have it in you to keep going. What was the use? You had gotten further and further from your home and still had no army that could have challenged the elves. Not to mention how hard it had become to work up an appetite with the stink of death in your pores, your hair and your clothes even after taking a bath in a stream or lake (depending on what the two of you came across in the afternoons). In short, there was no use and you had no energy to start a fight.

A magicless one-man-army had no business to start a war. It would have made no difference if you had just given yourself up. In fact, that might have been less embarrassing.

‘What’s making you so conflicted? Your forehead is all wrinkly.’ Theo sat down by the fire beside you, his rough fingertips trying to smooth out the furrows on your forehead, around your eyes and between your eyebrows. You pressed your lips together to suppress a whine. It was exhausting, thinking and talking about your feelings. They were so negative and draining these days.

You let out a sigh, watching over the fish you were roasting on wooden sticks.

‘Do you think what we’re doing is useless? As far as we know, the Dark Elves could rule the whole kingdom by now,’ you voiced out your second biggest fear, too scared to bring up the possibility of your family’s death. Talking about that would have made it real and a stubborn part of you refused to believe they hadn’t made it.

Could there have been a safe haven out there somewhere for those who had survived? Were there others trying to accomplish the same goal as you, albeit with more success?

‘I’m pretty sure we’d know about it if they took control over the whole kingdom, sweetheart. Don’t worry your pretty head about them. Let’s concentrate on finding an unaffected village,’ he slid his fingers to your jawline, tapping on your cheek once, twice, three times before he pulled your head against his chest.

Instead of complaining, you buried your nose into his loose shirt, sniffing his characteristic, musky scent that made you feel safe. You wanted him to be right so much.

‘I don’t know what I would do without you,’ you mumbled under your nose when the silence stretched too long, giving in to the urge to close your eyes and get lost in his closeness. The warmth of Theo’s body enveloped you like a fluffy blanket on an unforgivingly cold winter night.

‘You would be just fine,’ the rider insisted, and you appreciated his faith in you, even though a voice in your head insisted that the only reason he said this was how little he knew about you. He had no idea that under the pseudo-confident, stubborn facade you were weak. You had been born weak and being sheltered by your entire village, you had never gotten the chance to grow strong.

You didn’t even know which berries were edible in the woods.

‘I really wouldn’t,’ you admitted defeatedly, closing your eyes and taking a few shallow breaths as an attempt to gather enough courage to speak the truth. If Theo had really meant what he had said, that meant he hadn’t yet figured out that you couldn’t have backed him up in a fight in case you had come across danger. It wasn’t fair to him that you kept him in the dark. ‘I don’t have any magic. Nothing. I was born without an ounce of magic in my body.’

You wished you could have taken back your words as soon as they fell from your chapped lips. It scared you, the rider’s non-verbal reaction: his arms coming up around your torso and pulling you impossibly close. Why wasn’t he saying anything? You needed him to say it, to say something, even if that something was a scolding or a series of profanities.

‘Theo?’ You tried to pull away to be able to look him in the eyes, but his hold on you was too strong, and you barely managed to tilt your head backwards to at least see a bit of his jawline. It didn’t seem tense, which gave you hope that maybe, maybe his silence didn’t mean that he was angry with you. Your confession must have rendered him speechless, that was all.

You bit into your lower lip, counting to ten, fifteen, thirty in your head before you decided that enough was enough. You needed him to come back to the present instead of stucking in his head.

‘You know…’ you started, not quite sure what you could have said that would have made the situation better. ‘I might be a deadweight, but I think you make me stronger, so it’s not like it’s as bad as it sounds,’ you explained, playing with open cards as you should have done from the beginning. Or well, from the day you had made that deal about staying together.

At that point, you were so worried about what could have been going through the half-elf’s head that you got a tad taken aback when he gave you enough space to look up at him from a more comfortable angle.

‘What do you mean?’ He asked, confusion written all over his face, which would have made you giggle if the tightness in your chest hadn’t been so suffocating. Should you have told him everything or only a fragment of the odd things you had experienced in his closeness these past few days? Would he have believed you if he had heard the truth or deemed you crazy and left without a second thought?

You gulped, your throat suddenly resembling parchments. It was time to tear off the bandaid, wasn’t it? You had simply said too much to back out.

You gulped another time to steal a couple of seconds in which you pathetically failed to put yourself back together, but it was fine. At least, you told yourself that you would have been fine if he had just packed up and left. Sure, it would have taken a lot of time, but you could have gone back to your village on your own and started the search all over again, going in a different direction.

‘I don’t really know how to explain it, but you remember the first time we met?’ You asked, absentmindedly fidgeting with his loose shirt. ‘I could feel your presence, and while I’m sure it’s not a big deal to you, to me… it was a first.’ Out of nervousness, you casted your eyes down, but didn’t stop talking. ‘The other day, when I was at the verge of a panic attack and you told me to calm down, my heart listened.’

You sounded crazy, deep down you knew you did. Because what you were describing was the bond that your parents shared, what your grandparents had shared when they had been still alive and what those who were blessed to have a soulmate shared. Although you lived in a world where magic was real, complete soulmate bonds were almost as rare as your kind. So to have one while not possessing the ability to practice magic, it was unfathomable.

You wouldn’t have blamed Theo if he had thought you had lost it. Because what you were implying included things you obviously hadn’t experienced, only had heard from stories. For example, the reason why your parents always knew when the other person was in danger, felt happy or needed a hug. Soulmates, after all, shared feelings and had the ability to comfort each other without as much as touching or being in the same room.

‘What? You say I’m your soulmate?’ The boy teased and it would have been a lie to say his lighthearted question didn’t hurt. Was it that unbelievable that you could have been destined for each other?

Well… it wasn’t like you were a hundred percent sure about it, either, but still. Was his soft chuckle necessary?

Whether it was your sour facial expression and pouty lips or something more special, Theo seemed to be able to sense your bitterness and cupped your cheeks with his hands. He looked you in the eyes for long enough to make you feel shy and with that, to make you surrender. As a soft whine escaped your mouth, you leaned forwards and buried your face in the crook of his neck where he let you hide.

‘You’re cute,’ he mumbled against the crown of your head, nosing your hair as he slid his hand back on your waist. You stayed like that for a few moments, soaking in the silence, but not as long as you would have preferred.

If you had done that, the fish would have definitely burned to ashes on your wooden sticks and you would have both been left without food for the rest of the night. There was no way Theo could have caught more of them so late at night even if he was an amazing hunter and a determined provider for the two of you.

And if you had hated your dinner for stealing the half-elf’s embrace from you, you made sure your body language didn’t show it. Which meant, the only way Theo could have known it was if he had been indeed your soulmate. And that was impossible, wasn’t it?

It was time you stopped believing in fairy tales. Miracles didn’t happen to people like you.

It had been around a month that you had run away from the surprise attack that had destroyed your home, and you had yet to come across a village that would have been willing (or able) to help you fight the Dark Elves. With the help of Theo, you had successfully worked through each and every one of your episodes; nowadays, you didn’t feel frustration when your eyes fell upon half-destroyed houses and corpses that had turned unrecognizable after the vultures had had their feast. You still felt sadness, of course you did, but not to the point of breaking down and it might have been a small step to an outsider, but to you, it was another proof that the half-elf’s presence made you stronger.

You were convinced that there wasn’t anything you couldn’t have overcome while he was near you.

However, to your misfortune, the rider couldn’t be near you all day every day. For example, he was in charge of hunting for food and looking for water and your company slowed down both of those processes. As it had turned out, your incapability to sense life mixed with your loud footsteps turned you into a human-alarm for the animals in the area.

You were so focused on setting up the fire for the fish Theo had promised you for dinner that you were completely oblivious to the monster who appeared at the border of the forest you used as a potential hiding place in case of emergency.

You yelped when something sharp and pointy was held to your neck. The adamantine blade barely touched you, but you could feel your blood lazily dripping down your skin. How you got yourself in situations like this all the time, that was beyond you. All this time, you had been convinced that Dark Elves couldn’t have cared less about your existence and yet, here you were, about to be slaughtered by one.

You could only wish Theo wouldn’t come back to your makeshift camp before it was over; your heart ached just thinking of him getting killed because of you. Because you were so weak, you couldn’t have even used the woods to your advantage when the half-elf had told you a million times why it was smart to stay close to the trees. Why couldn’t you have done at least this one thing right on your own?

‘Where is he?’ The monster groaned into your ear, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin right under your ear. You didn’t like the fact that he was talking to you. It felt humiliating, like he was playing with his food as you were pretty sure he didn’t intend to let you go once you answered his question.

You choked on your saliva when the elf grabbed your hair and pulled your head backwards. His blade grazed your neck and with that, left another wound behind, only a few inches under the first one. It was deeper, bled more, but your loose shirt soaked up the blood diligently.

‘I asked you a question,’ the monster spat, forcing you to look him in his sharp, silver eyes. His skin had the same glow as Theo had, but in his case, pretty and beautiful were the last things on your mind when you tried to read his facial expressions. ‘Where. Is. H—’

You didn’t realize you were screaming until a pair of strong arms pulled you away from the dark elf and familiar, calloused palms cupped your cheeks, redirecting your focus. With utmost gentleness, Theo wiped away your tears and pressed his lips against your forehead, not letting you go.

‘I’m so sorry, sweetheart,’ he mumbled against your skin right before he pulled away and assessed your injuries. ‘I’m so sorry,’ he repeated, sliding his right palm on the cuts on your neck tentatively.

Theo’s magic coursed through you; however, it didn’t hurt like it did when your neighbors’ son used his power on you, nor did it resemble a strike of electricity such as when your sister healed your wounds. The half-elf’s magic was warm like a blanket. It not only took care of your injuries, but also comforted your soul.

Admittedly a little light-headed, you let Theo pull your head against his firm chest and keep you there while you were looking out of your head. Somewhere in the back of your head, you knew that there had to be a dark elf nearby, or at least the remains of such a creature. Slowly but surely you could recall the knife that had pierced through the monster’s abdomen while you had been still held at blade point. The main reason you had been screaming hadn’t been the shock, but the pain you had felt in your side…

You dragged your hand to the area that you remembered should have been in pain and pulled away from Theo in panic when you could feel the hole in your shirt. You looked down and saw that the fabric was red. Yet, when your fingers finally sneaked under the textile, they touched nothing but smooth skin. You furrowed your brow in confusion.

‘How?’

‘I healed it. There was no other way, but I healed it as soon as I had you in my arms,’ the boy claimed and you looked up at him, lips parted in wonder.

Maybe, you should have been mad at him for putting your life at risk without hesitation. The old you would have definitely screamed anyone else’s head off for less than this and still, as you looked into his worried eyes, that were desperately searching for forgiveness, you reached out to his face and smiled up at him.

‘Thank you. For saving me,’ you whispered like a secret and brushed a silly, stubborn mop of hair behind his ear at the same time he did the same to you. It made you giggle despite the horrific happenings and upon hearing your laugh, Theo’s eyes lit up like a birthday cake.

With what had you deserved someone like him in your life?

With what had you deserved to be alive in the first place?

‘I’ll always save you,’ the rider declared, pulling you in his lap. It was then that you actually noticed you had been both sitting in the dirt all along. It was also the first time that your gaze fell on your attacker’s corpse lying behind Theo mere meters away from you. You pressed your chin into his shoulder and shut your eyes. The whimper that escaped your mouth was unintentional. ‘Shh. I won’t let anyone take you away from me. I promise you. No one can hurt you.’

You wanted to say thank you over and over again. You also wanted to reassure him that you knew you could trust him with your life and today’s happenings hadn’t planted any doubt about him in your mind. He had saved you; how he had done it, what path he had chosen did not affect your opinion. You had long made peace with how cruel the world really was. You couldn’t have afforded to see it only in black and white anymore.

‘Theo…’ The plea that broke out from your throat sounded pathetic even to you, but the rider didn’t seem to mind it or find it as ridiculous as you did.

No, when he put his index finger under your chin and encouraged you to open your eyes, all you could see was determination on his face. You assumed he wanted to prove it to you that he meant every world. He hardly had any other reasons to look so hell-bent at that moment. Maybe the way you phrased your reassurance hadn’t been as fierce as you had intended it to be. It might have come out hesitant due to your shock.

‘I mean it. You know why?’ You didn’t know why, but you didn’t shake your head, nor did you voice out your confusion. Of course, you had assumptions such as the deal you two had made, but somehow, saying out loud that you were a contract to him felt so wrong. Especially after he had saved you from a dark elf instead of looking in the other direction. ‘Because I care about you,’ he confessed, casting a metaphorical spell on you with how he wetted his lips after the last word fell from them.

You couldn’t look away. You couldn’t move. But if you wanted to be honest, you didn’t want to either. Especially when Theo destroyed the distance between your lips slowly albeit steadily, and you could taste yourself on his tongue as he licked into your mouth with ease. The kiss you shared wasn’t eager. He didn’t rush you or push you too hard. He let the moment drag out, then allowed your lungs to fill themselves with fresh air before he dived in once more.

Your lips tingled by the time you stopped kissing and your heart was dangerously close to an explosion. If you hadn’t known better, you would have thought something wasn’t quite right with the heightened reaction it pulled out of you, but you were aware that it was merely the consequence of your inexperience. You had never been kissed before; but you were glad that Theo could be your first. Your second and third.

You lost count of how many times he captured your lips before your stomach demanded some of his attention, too, and reminded both of you of the fish he had promised you.

That night, the half-elf called your lips his dessert when the dinner was gone.

A lot changed after that day; meanwhile, it felt as though you came across the same, hopeless sight whenever you stumbled upon an area that should have been populated: piles of ashes, half-burned houses, death. You didn’t know how it was possible that every time you chose a direction, you ended up at a dead end; however, you couldn’t deny what was right in front of you. You couldn’t deny the lack of survivors and all that misery.

‘Maybe we should go back west?’ You asked after you arrived at another abandoned village. You admitted, you hadn’t been thinking about your family that much nowadays, but the sight of what was undoubtedly a hunter’s hut reminded you of your father, and your longing for him, your mother and Nobara returned with great intensity.

Why were you still marching towards the eastern border when you had wanted to turn back a week ago? Did you have any reason to believe that they had come so far from your home without you?

‘We should go east like we agreed on,’ Theo protested, and while his voice was gentle and the kiss he pressed against your lips light as a feather, something inside your chest felt tight as you nodded.

Oh. How could you have forgotten that you had agreed on that direction because of… What was your reason for heading east? There must have been a reason, a good one on top of that, otherwise, you wouldn’t have said yes. Why had you said yes? Suddenly, going east made no sense.

But then, Theo took your hand and pulled you towards his horse. He stole one more kiss from your lips before he helped you climb on the animal, and the two of you galloped in the previously agreed direction. East.

It took the doubtful voice inside your head a couple of miles to quiet down, but when it did, it became easy to lean into Theo’s body and let him guide you towards your next destination. If it hadn’t been for the dizziness you felt whenever you closed your eyes while riding his horse, you might have fallen asleep in his arms; his closeness was that soothing to you by that point. Or was it the soft melody he was humming into your ear that effortlessly calmed your nerves?

You wouldn’t have been surprised if your acceptance had been a result of both. Or the love confession that was oozing from every gesture he made.

The thought that something was really wrong with how pliant you were in the half-elf’s arms somehow didn’t cross your mind even when your eyes fell on the military camp near the eastern border. What you felt instead while you were getting closer and closer to the huge, black and silver tents was confusion. Did Theo not realize that these were the colors of the enemy? Of those creatures who had destroyed so much already and might not have planned to stop until your whole kingdom was in ashes.

At the first sight of actual dark elves in the area - a part of you hoped until the last moment that what you came across was an abandoned camp -, your body became tense and all you wanted to do was run away. However, with Theo’s arms around your petite body, it wasn’t as easy as it should have been. Couldn’t he see what you were seeing? Shouldn’t he have felt their presence?

‘Theo, I really don’t think we should keep going,’ you spoke up eventually, your voice barely above a whisper. ‘Maybe they haven’t seen us yet. It’s not too la—’

‘It’s okay, just calm down, sweetheart,’ he cut you off while simultaneously turning you into jelly with his hot breath fanning over the juncture between your neck and shoulder. Even though you pressed your lips together in mild frustration, your body immediately shrank to a smaller size, hence the rider’s chin on top of your head caged you in that much more.

You still felt safe in Theo’s closeness, but it was different somehow. With all those elves suddenly having their eyes on you, with the cogs in your brain spinning at a restless speed, you couldn’t put your finger on what was so off. After all, as far as you were concerned, fear and anxiety were natural reactions to danger. Then, it hit you: as you were helped down from Theo’s horse, your heart wasn’t at the verge of a panic attack. Why wasn’t your heart about to explode? You two had no chance against a smaller army of powerful magic users.

You had no way out now that so many of them were aware of your presence in their territory. Hell, you had walked into their camp like you had the right to be there.

You curled your fingers and let your nails dig into the soft flesh of your palms. Why was your heartbeat so slow?

You didn’t have too much time to dwell on it, though, because the next thing you knew was Theo’s calloused fingers in-between yours and a strong pull that demanded your attention. Oh. You were walking more into the camp.

‘Taeyang. It has been a while,’ a beautiful woman… No, a beautiful dark elf exclaimed with little to no enthusiasm, her gray eyes loitering over the rider for a couple of seconds before they fell on you. You gulped, and she dismissed you with a frown. ‘You have never shown up at the northern frontline. Is this your reason?’

This. Not you, not a human being, not even a magicless creature. This. The elf couldn’t have made it any more obvious that you were worth nothing to her.

You resisted the urge to take a step back and hid behind Theo’s back. Instead, you stayed still and quiet in hopes of not drawing too much attention, although it must have been too late already. The crowd around you was big enough; you honestly doubted there was anyone in the camp who wasn’t witnessing the happenings. The tense conversation between this beautiful woman and Th… Taeyang.

Why did this new name hurt you so much?

‘Only partly, my queen,’ Taeyang said as soon as he went down on one knee, leaving you exposed to the spectators and making you feel unprotected. Your hands were shaking, but not as much as they should have and your damned heart was still at ease as if it had been on a silly mission, trying to please the rider next to you. ‘She is a survivor of the massacres in the forest villages. No one other than me could feel her presence while we passed her by even though she is not good at hiding. This ability is a threat to our plans. I apologize. I had to investigate before sending words to you, my queen,’ the boy explained and his words should have crushed you, but you couldn’t feel the heartache as though your heart was incapable of anything else but remaining calm.

The woman gave you another once-over with a bit more interest this time.

‘She is still alive. Did you not find the answers?’ She inquired, her white locks falling into her face as she put her elbow onto the armrest of her chair and rested her chin on top of the back of her hand. She looked so bored while she was asking for the reason why you were still alive.

‘She means no threat, my queen. In fact, the reason why she managed to escape is that she is so insignificant, our kind completely dismisses her existence. There is not even a drop of magic in her body,’ the half-elf explained before he quickly added: ‘However, she is obedient. She is my slave now.’

‘Are you sure it’s not the other way around, Theo?’ Someone from the mass asked and it did not take too long before your eyes found the golden-haired dark elf who dared to interrupt the conversation between Taeyang and the unamused royalty. He radiated annoyance and pride as he walked up to your trio. ‘Because I saw you protecting this human and killing your kind. Like a lapdog, waiting for their owner’s treats and compliments for doing such a good job.’

The golden-haired elf scoffed and spat on the grass right in front of the rider’s feet.

‘I see.’ It was the queen talking, dismissing the second elf with a simple wave of her hand. If the circumstances had been different, you would have admired her for the power she held - up until that moment you hadn’t even known the Dark Elves had a female rules -, but the situation was everything you would have rather avoided and you had no respect for anyone who talked about human life the way she did. ‘Let’s see how important she is then.’

For the first time in hours, your heart skipped a beat in panic, and you wondered whether it was deliberate or if it was your own anxiety at all that you were experiencing. Why would your heart have suddenly decided to act up when it malfunctioned during this whole drama? If anyone, it should have been Taeyang who felt scared and jittery due to the woman’s vague declaration. After all, you had been a dead human the moment the boy had brought you here. His future, however, most likely depended on the next couple of minutes.

‘What do you wish me to do, my queen?’ Taeyang inquired and you tilted your head as you allowed yourself to really look at him. He didn’t seem nervous and his voice was also too stable for your liking, but his thumb was tapping on his little finger every ten seconds, so your assumption could have been right. You might have actually gotten better at reading him, you concluded, which, for some reason, made you feel proud.

Never in your life had your emotions confused you this much. Nothing made any sense to you anymore. The lack of disappointment, the barely there fear, that damned calmness. Not a single thing.

‘You say she is obedient. I want to see just how obedient she can be,’ the queen answered, not giving too many hints to the half-elf; however, one look at the boy’s firm jawline was enough to you to know he had gotten the message you had unsurprisingly missed.

‘Your wish is my command, my queen,’ the half-elf insisted before he stood up and turned towards you with his entire body.

The brewing storm in his gray eyes clashed with your calm. You were so stuck in the bubble your staring contest created, you didn’t realize the weight of the moment until you heard a familiar voice calling your name.

‘No, no. She can’t be here. You can’t be here, noh-ho…’ your sister cried out, her crazed eyes growing three times their usual size the moment she saw you. The lump in your throat felt big and hairy as you continuously tried and failed to swallow it down.

Why was she here?

‘Don’t move,’ were the first words that left Taeyang’s mouth; you felt both surprised and not when your body shut down and your limbs refused to move. You also didn’t know what to think about your defleating need to be close to your family. Up until that moment, your yearning for your sister’s closeness might have been flickering but constant. Now, when you were finally at an arm’s length from her, you just didn’t know what you wanted. If you had still wanted to hug her. If you should have still wanted her in your life and it unnerved you: that your feelings felt so foreign all of a sudden.

You furrowed your brows and looked up at the rider. What was happening to you?

‘That girl over there…’ the half-elf started as he cupped your cheeks and turned your head in your sister’s direction. Nobara was crying like the world was about to end, but unlike a few seconds before, now she was restricted by magical ropes that had grown from the ground. ‘She wants me dead. And you can’t lose me, can you, sweetheart?’ Theo asked and you could feel your heart clench at the thought of the half-elf’s death, hence you shook your head frantically. No. For some reason, you couldn’t lose him. ‘You have to protect me,’ he whispered into your ear before he pecked your lips.

Theo stepped away from you a moment later, but not before he pushed a knife into your hand. Your body, led by your determined heart, moved on automatic as you walked up to your si… to Theo’s enemy.

‘You freaking cowards. Just kill me, you hear me! Kill me. Don’t make her do it!’ The faintly familiar girl was screaming from the top of her lungs, making you wonder why the hell did she look so sad despite the curses. Shouldn’t she have been angry or scared?

With one precise cut on her neck and no free hands to put pressure on the wound, the girl fell on her knees and choked on her blood as she said:

‘S’ rr.’

Lacking further instructions, you could almost taste a small part of your free will on the tip of your tongue. Tears immediately blurred your vision, then soaked your cheeks and you didn’t even know why.

‘Oh, sweetheart.’ Theo’s palm was warm against your cheek, his gentle caresses pacifying the raging frustration in your soul. Devastated and confused, but still sort of detached, you let him pull your head against his chest and buried your face in his loose shirt. Something was wrong, something was seriously wrong with you and this situation, and you needed him to tell you what had just happened. ‘You still don’t get it, do you?’

You really didn’t, and you shook your head to signal that you had no idea what was going on. You hoped it would be enough for the half-elf to have mercy on you and fill you in on the details.

Theo pressed his lips against the crown of your head and let out a sigh-laugh.

‘Your theory about soulmates… It wasn’t completely wrong,’ he started, mumbling into your hair. Your heart picked up its rate in excitement and you pulled away from him only a little, just to be able to see his beautiful face. ‘You were meant for me. I’m the successor of your heart. You gave it to me willingly.’

You furrowed your brows, admittedly unsure of what he had meant by that, but then he put his hand on your chest, right above your heart and the warmth lulled you into a state that felt so satisfying, it overpowered your need to understand just how literal his words could have been. You had confessed that you both cared about each other. Sure, it couldn’t have meant more than two unsure I love yous.

You loved him. He loved you.

‘You are dismissed,’ you could hear the queen’s voice from somewhere on your right, but you didn’t turn in her direction until she asked her men to clean up the mess. Then, you snapped your head in her way without meaning to, and your eyes found the dead girl on the ground once more.

Nobara.

Your lips trembled at the sight of her lifeless body, but before you could have thought too much into your body’s unconscious reaction, Theo pulled you away from the scene.

You were sitting on the edge of the half-elf’s queen-sized bed, swinging your feet back and forth while you were waiting for him to bring you food. The tent that had been assigned to the two of you had the size of a smaller bedroom, which reminded you of people whose faces might have been familiar, but meant close to nothing to you.

You had an inkling feeling, that one of them was related to the dead girl somehow. You just couldn’t quite pinpoint the connection.

‘I hope you like rabbit meat,’ Theo exclaimed with a wide grin as soon as he entered the tent. He had two plates in one hand and a jug of iced water in the other, but he still managed to close the curtain door flawlessly to maintain your privacy.

‘I do,’ you reassured him and took one of the plates from him, placing the porcelain on your lap. The food smelled delicious, and it made you contemplate whether you should have asked any of those questions that had been on your mind while he had been gone. You didn’t want to ruin your dinner when it was your first time eating from actual plates, far from the horrific massacres of…

You furrowed your brows. Just a moment ago, you had been convinced that you were safe at this campsite. However, weren’t they the same monsters who had killed all those people you had never gotten the chance to speak to? Villages robbed and burned to the ground, innocent people killed at their own homes. These crimes had been committed by Dark Elves. You had been almost killed by a dark elf. So why were you so calm about staying at their tent?

And why were you so affected yet unaffected by that dead girl whose bled-out body stuck in your head for no goddamn reason?

‘Theo… Can I ask you something?’ You spoke up in a small voice, only continuing when the boy gave you the green light with the most precious smile you had ever seen on his face.

‘When it’s just the two of us, you can ask anything, sweetheart,’ he said as he wiped some of the juice off his lips with his thumb and sucked his finger clean with his eyes on you.

You gulped, determined to stay focused.

‘About the dead girl… Who is she? I feel like she is someone important to m—’

Before you could have finished your sentence, Theo grabbed both of your arms and turned you towards himself. Your food, half-eaten and sad, fell on the floor dirtying not only the rugs but your left foot, too. Could it have been that the rider’s “anything” did not include that girl? It definitely seemed so.

You swallowed down the bile that was creeping up in your throat. Your eyeballs were moving from left to right repeatedly in desperation. You had never meant to upset him. You had just wanted to know why your heart was so calm while the cogs inside your brain tried to remind you of something important.

‘Look in my eyes,’ Theo demanded and you willed yourself to focus on one single point on his face instead of trying to take everything in: the small twitches of his jawline, the flaring of his nostrils. ‘From now on, I’ll be the only one you’ll think about. Noone else, only me, you hear me? I’ll be the only one on your mind,’ he said firmly.

Your lips parted for a soft protest, but no words made it through them. And a couple of seconds later, you couldn’t even pinpoint why you would have wanted to think about anybody else but your soulmate. Because Theo was your soulmate, he had to be. There was no other explanation for the warmth you felt in your chest whenever his eyes bored into yours so lovingly.

When the silence stretched long enough for the half-elf to break it, you let him feed you with his own food and also followed him towards the barrel in the back of the tent that was filled with warm water for bathing. A distant memory about how shy you had felt when a few of your boy neighbors had showed up at the stream you had been playing in with your… with someone close to you popped up in your mind, but it disappeared just as quickly, and with that, your reason to ask for some privacy.

‘Come here, sweetheart, and put your hands up for me,’ the half-elf asked and you did as he said with a happy smile, letting him help you out of your clothes and wash your body with a soft cloth while you were sitting in the enormous barrel. These were activities you could have done on your own, a faint voice in your head tried to remind you; however, you shut its nagging out easily and leaned your head back against the edge of the barrel with a content sigh. It felt so nice to be taken care of.

To not have to worry about what was next, because Theo was there for you to make those decisions on your behalf with your best interest in mind.

To be guided and told when the water was starting to get too cold, and be wrapped in a warm towel afterwards. Like this, being carried to your shared bed, it was easy to only think about Theo. To only want to be embraced by Theo.

To live for your soulmate.

‘My beautiful sweetheart. You must be tired, hm? It was such an exhausting day,’ the half-elf mumbled against the top of your head after he tucked you under the blankets and pulled you against his chest. He was stroking your hair slowly, making you hesitant whether you should have told him you didn’t want to sleep.

It didn’t matter, not anymore. And maybe he knew your body better than you knew yourself anyway. Because you did fall asleep the moment he said:

‘Sleep, my love. I promise you, no one will dare to hurt you until you’re here with me.’

the end.

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Path of Crowned Shadows

Vampire! OT9 SF9 x afab! reader

Soulmate, vampire au.

Wordcount ≈ 8.5k

Warnings: None I think,

Thank you for the request! And of course, I still write for Rowoon!

Bolded words are a skip in time or the start of a new chapter.

Third Person POV

In the shadowy expanse of the dark kingdom, where the moon held sway over the night, there resided nine vampire princes. These enigmatic beings were intricately bound together by the mystical influence of the moon, their destinies interwoven like the phases of the celestial orb that adorned the night sky.

Driven by an ancient prophecy, the nine princes embarked on a quest to find their elusive soulmate, the one fated to complete the circle of their existence and unlock the dormant powers within them. Despite the captivating allure of the dark kingdom, their search proved to be a seemingly fruitless journey.

As the cycles of the moon waxed and waned, the princes pressed on, fueled by an unwavering determination to fulfill their destiny. The dark kingdom held its secrets close, and only time would reveal whether the celestial dance between the nine vampire princes and their soulmates would ultimately illuminate the shadows or forever remain veiled in the enigma of the night.

Youngbin, the second oldest among the nine vampire princes, possessed a unique blend of strength, charisma, and a natural inclination for leadership. Despite being younger than Inseong, the eldest of the princes, Youngbin assumed the role of the group's leader and, by virtue of a peculiar twist in their heritage, was designated as the heir apparent to the throne.

His demeanor reflected a balance of regality and approachability, making him not only a respected leader but also a figure his brothers could turn to for guidance. Youngbin's eyes, a mesmerizing blend of deep amethyst and the moonlit glow held a spark of determination that mirrored the responsibility he bore as the leader destined to guide their kingdom.

Youngbin's powers were uniquely attuned to governance and protection. He could command the elements, creating barriers of shadows and manipulating the very fabric of the dark kingdom to shield it from external threats. His leadership extended beyond the physical realm, as he proved adept at navigating the intricacies of vampire politics and ensuring the cohesion of the princely brotherhood.

In the quiet moments of reflection, Youngbin would often find solace in the moonlit gardens of their castle, contemplating not only the challenges of their quest but also the responsibilities that came with his imminent role as king. The moon, a silent witness to his thoughts, seemed to offer both guidance and reassurance in the face of the unknown.

Inseong, the eldest of the nine vampire princes, stood at the forefront of their quest with a regal demeanor that reflected both centuries of existence and the weight of the prophecy that bound them together. His eyes, like pools of ancient wisdom, gleamed with a timeless knowledge that surpassed the mortal realm. As the moonlight bathed him in an ethereal glow, it also highlighted the solitude that lingered in the recesses of his gaze.

Inseong's powers surpassed many, a testament to the accumulated strength of centuries lived under the moon's watchful eye. He could manipulate shadows, command the night, and communicate with the nocturnal creatures that inhabited the dark kingdom. Yet, for all his might, the one power that eluded him was the ability to unveil the identities of their elusive soulmate.

In the quiet moments between their pursuits, when the moon hung low and the kingdom slept in an uneasy stillness, Inseong would gaze at the night sky with a contemplative expression. The stars, distant and unattainable, mirrored the essence of the soulmate they sought—shrouded in the vastness of the unknown.

Jaeyoon and Dawon, the third and fourth vampire princes in line, complemented each other in ways that mirrored the delicate balance between dusk and dawn. Jaeyoon, with his captivating charm and beguiling aura, was a master of illusions, able to weave shadows into illusions that confounded and intrigued. Dawon, on the other hand, possessed a unique connection to the natural world, with the ability to manipulate flora and fauna at will.

Jaeyoon's powers of illusion made him a valuable asset to the group, capable of creating diversions and concealing their movements as they traversed the dark kingdom. His silver hair, like moonlit strands, framed his face in an otherworldly elegance, and his eyes sparkled with mischief as he navigated the shadows with an enigmatic grace.

Dawon, in contrast, had a deep affinity for the living realm. He could coax flowers to bloom in the moonlight, summon creatures of the night to aid their cause and draw strength from the very essence of the earth beneath their feet. His connection to the natural world brought a sense of vitality to the group, a reminder that even in the darkest of realms, life could flourish.

The bond between Jaeyoon and Dawon was as inseparable as day and night. Their complementary abilities often intertwined, creating a synergy that enhanced their effectiveness as a duo. In the moments of stillness, they would share quiet conversations beneath the moonlit canopy, reflecting on the journey and the mysteries that surrounded their quest.

As the group ventured deeper into the heart of the dark kingdom, Jaeyoon's illusions wove a protective veil around them, shielding the princes from prying eyes and malevolent forces. Dawon, in turn, would breathe life into the desolate landscapes they encountered, a testament to the enduring power of nature even in the face of darkness.

Zuho, the fifth vampire prince and known as the "dark one" within the kingdom, carried an aura of mystery and intensity that set him apart from his brothers. His icy glare, often accompanied by a stoic demeanor, earned him a reputation that echoed through the shadowed halls of the dark kingdom. Yet, beneath this façade of darkness, Zuho harbored a profound yearning for the love that the prophecy promised—a yearning that ran deep in the veins of his immortal heart.

His powers were as formidable as his reputation. Zuho commanded the element of ice, able to freeze time itself with a mere glance. The chill of his presence sent shivers through the hearts of those who crossed his path, reinforcing the moniker bestowed upon him by the kingdom's inhabitants. Yet, in the solitude of his thoughts, Zuho wrestled with the duality of his nature—the chilling exterior that concealed a warmth he dared not show.

Zuho's gaze, sharp as the moonlight reflecting off icy landscapes, held a complexity that mirrored the struggle within him. The shadows he cast were both a shield and a prison, a defense mechanism born of centuries spent navigating the intrigues of the vampire realm. Yet, as the moon waxed and waned, so did the longing in his immortal soul for a connection that transcended the cold solitude he had grown accustomed to.

On the moonlit nights, when the kingdom lay in a hushed slumber, Zuho would find himself standing on the parapets of their castle, gazing out into the vast expanse of the darkened landscape. His thoughts, like the swirling snowflakes around him, danced between the desire to embrace the warmth of love and the fear of exposing vulnerabilities that had long been buried in the frost of self-preservation.

Among his brothers, Zuho remained an enigma—a puzzle with edges that hinted at both strength and fragility. The other princes sensed the depth of his yearning, the silent plea for understanding and acceptance that echoed in the icy corridors of his heart. Yet, the path to unraveling Zuho's true self-proved to be as treacherous as the frozen landscapes he could conjure with a thought.

Rowoon, the sixth vampire prince, walked in the footsteps of Zuho, creating a striking contrast that seemed to embody the duality of their immortal existence. If Zuho was the embodiment of darkness, Rowoon emerged as the radiant counterpoint—the prince known for his charming and warm looks that endeared him to the inhabitants of the dark kingdom.

Tall and commanding, Rowoon possessed an otherworldly allure that drew eyes like moths to a flame. His golden hair, reminiscent of the sun's glow at dawn, framed a face that radiated kindness and approachability. His eyes, pools of warmth, held an innate ability to dispel the shadows that clung to the kingdom, earning him the affectionate moniker of the "light bringer" among the subjects.

Rowoon's powers were attuned to healing and restoration. He could mend wounds with a touch and infuse the air with an invigorating energy that dispelled the weariness that often accompanied their quest. His presence, like a beacon in the night, brought comfort to his brothers and a sense of hope to the kingdom that lingered in the perpetual embrace of darkness.

The dynamic between Rowoon and Zuho was a fascinating interplay of opposites. While Zuho's gaze could freeze time, Rowoon's smile had the power to thaw even the coldest hearts. Their connection, akin to the delicate balance of night and day, added a layer of complexity to the brotherhood, highlighting the diverse strengths that each prince brought to the collective journey.

Despite their differences, Rowoon and Zuho shared an unspoken understanding that ran deeper than the superficial contrasts in their appearances and abilities. In the moonlit nights, when the kingdom lay still, they would find moments of quiet contemplation, reflecting on the intricacies of their intertwined destinies and the significance of their roles in the prophecy.

Taeyang, the seventh vampire prince, brought a unique passion to the brotherhood—one that transcended the mystic powers and political intricacies that surrounded their quest. His heart resonated with the rhythmic beats of dance and the moon's warm glow served as both witness and inspiration to his profound yearning.

His name, meaning Sun, captured the essence of his vibrant spirit. Taeyang's movements were a fluid expression of grace and power, a dance that mirrored the celestial dance of the moon and the stars. His dark hair, like cascading shadows, framed a face adorned with the glow of someone who found solace in the rhythm of the night.

Taeyang's powers were intricately linked to his affinity for dance. As he moved, shadows swirled around him, creating ephemeral patterns that captivated the eyes of those fortunate enough to witness his artistry. His dance was not only a form of self-expression but also a means of channeling the very essence of the dark kingdom, infusing the air with a magical energy that resonated with the moon's warm embrace.

The moon, with its silver radiance, became both a muse and confidante to Taeyang. Under its watchful gaze, he would lose himself in the rhythmic flow of his own movements, imagining a future where he and his soulmate would dance together, creating a symphony that echoed through the darkened realm.

Among his brothers, Taeyang's passion for dance added a dynamic layer to their collective journey. The moonlit nights transformed into impromptu stages where the vampire prince would weave his spells, inviting his brothers to join in the celestial dance that bound them together.

Hwiyoung and Chani, the eighth and ninth vampire princes, brought a youthful energy to the brotherhood, their presence a reminder that even in the timeless realm of immortality, the essence of youth and discovery remained. Despite being the youngest, they carried a weighty responsibility as integral pieces in the celestial puzzle that bound them together.

Hwiyoung, with his tousled silver hair and mischievous eyes, possessed an affinity for the winds that whispered through the night. His powers allowed him to command the air, creating gentle breezes or powerful gusts that carried the secrets of the dark kingdom. His playful spirit added a lighthearted touch to the group, a refreshing breeze amidst the shadows.

Chani, on the other hand, was a creature of the moonlit forests. His connection to nature surpassed even that of Dawon, as he could communicate with animals and navigate the dense woodlands with an almost supernatural intuition. Chani's eyes, reflecting the deep hues of the nocturnal landscapes, held a wisdom that defied his youthful appearance.

The duo of Hwiyoung and Chani, inseparable like the moon and the stars, brought a sense of camaraderie and exploration to the brotherhood. Together, they discovered hidden pathways through the kingdom and reveled in the enchanting mysteries that lurked in the corners of their world. Their laughter echoed through the moonlit nights, a testament to the enduring spirit of youth even in the midst of their quest.

In the grand scheme of their quest, Hwiyoung and Chani, like the final strokes on a canvas, added a sense of completeness to the brotherhood. The moon, their ever-watchful companion, observed the unfolding destinies of the vampire princes, each step bringing them closer to the revelation of their soulmates and the fulfillment of the prophecy that bound them as one.

In the outskirts of the small town, nestled in the shadow of the dark kingdom, lived a girl by the name of (Y/n). Her humble existence unfolded in a small, weathered house, where she shared the simple comforts of life with fellow orphans from the town. The flickering candlelight and the warmth of shared stories painted the walls of their modest abode with a sense of camaraderie and resilience.

(Y/n), with her expressive eyes that mirrored the myriad hues of the moonlit night, navigated life with a quiet strength that belied her circumstances. Her days were filled with the simple joys of laughter and shared meals, and the nights brought the solace of a sky adorned with stars that seemed to echo the tales whispered by the elders of the town about the mysterious dark kingdom nearby.

Living on the outskirts allowed (Y/n) to catch glimpses of the kingdom's enigmatic silhouette, its dark spires reaching into the night sky. The tales of the vampire princes and their quest for soulmates were woven into the fabric of the town's folklore, a source of fascination and trepidation for the orphans who dared to dream beneath the moon's silver glow.

Among her fellow orphans, (Y/n) stood out as a source of comfort and inspiration. Her resilience in the face of adversity and her ability to find joy in the simplicity of life endeared her to those around her. As the moon cast its glow upon the outskirts, (Y/n) would often find herself gazing toward the dark kingdom, a spark of curiosity flickering in her eyes.

As (Y/n) went about her days, weaving the threads of her existence with those of her fellow orphans, the moon continued its watchful vigil over the unfolding tale. The dark kingdom, with its mysteries and the nine vampire princes bound by destiny, loomed ever closer, casting its enigmatic influence on the small town and the girl who lived on its outskirts.

The news of the impending arrival of the nine vampire princes stirred a mixture of excitement and trepidation throughout the small town. Whispers of their quest, their otherworldly powers, and the elusive search for soulmates spread like wildfire, casting a magical anticipation over the community.

As the summery day unfolded, the air buzzed with palpable energy, and the townsfolk couldn't help but feel the magnetic pull of destiny drawing near. The sunlight bathed the cobbled streets in a warm embrace, casting a golden hue over the town that contrasted with the mysterious shadows of the approaching dark kingdom.

In the outskirts, where (Y/n) lived with the other orphans, a sense of wonder mingled with the everyday routines. The small house, usually filled with the comforting sounds of shared stories and laughter, hummed with an added sense of anticipation. The orphans exchanged eager glances, their imaginations ignited by the prospect of encountering beings from the fabled dark kingdom.

Preparations buzzed throughout the town as its inhabitants readied for the arrival of the vampire princes. Merchants adorned their stalls with vibrant colors, flowers bloomed in window boxes, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air—a collective effort to welcome the enigmatic guests with open hearts.

The summery day turned into a hazy evening, and the town's folk gathered in the central square, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of lanterns and the flickering anticipation of the impending arrival. The air shimmered with excitement, and whispers of hope and curiosity echoed beneath the moonlit sky.

The rhythmic sound of horse hooves hitting the ground echoed through the town, gradually growing louder until it became a steady and distinct beat. As the anticipation peaked, nine silhouettes emerged on the horizon, riding toward the town on majestic steeds. The moonlit night unveiled the figures of the vampire princes, their dark cloaks billowing in the night breeze as their horses gracefully carried them forward. The townspeople, collectively holding their breath, watched in awe as the nine mysterious figures drew nearer.

As the nine princes approached, the air became charged with a blend of curiosity and reverence. Rowoon, with his radiant charm, indeed drew the gaze of many despite his cloak covering his face, and the young girls couldn't help but marvel at the reality of the living legend before them. The collective heartbeat of the town seemed to synchronize with the hoofbeats of the approaching steeds, creating a harmonious symphony that underscored the significance of the moment.

The nine princes came to a graceful halt in the center of the town square, dismounting from their steeds with an otherworldly elegance. The small crowd hushed in anticipation, watched as the princes lowered their hoods one by one, revealing features that seemed to transcend the mortal realm.

Inseong, stood with a regal poise, his gaze sweeping over the assembled townspeople with a wisdom that spoke of centuries lived beneath the moon's watchful eye. Beside him, Youngbin exuded a calm confidence, a leader born of both authority and compassion.

The other princes followed suit, revealing faces that held a unique blend of mystery and allure. Jaeyoon, Dawon, and Zuho each bore expressions that hinted at the complexities beneath their exterior. Rowoon, with his warm and charming looks, smiled gently as he observed the townspeople.

Taeyang, the dancer, moved with a fluid grace that seemed to echo the very essence of the moonlit night. Hwiyoung and Chani, the youngest, exuded an energetic vibrancy that added a touch of youthful exuberance to the group.

As the princes faced the townspeople, their piercing eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a connection that would fulfill the prophecy. The air, charged with the unspoken hopes of the townspeople, crackled with a sense of destiny unfolding.

The townspeople, caught in the collective gaze of the vampire princes, held their breath as the celestial search began. Whispers rippled through the crowd, speculation and excitement intertwining in the moonlit night. Each prince, in his own way, sought the elusive soulmate who would complete the cosmic puzzle that bound them together.

In the midst of the town square, (Y/n) felt a mix of nervous anticipation and quiet curiosity. The gaze of the vampire princes, each with a unique allure, seemed to linger on the faces of the townspeople, a silent search for the one whose destiny would intertwine with theirs.

The moon, casting its ethereal glow upon the scene, bore witness to the unfolding drama beneath its celestial canvas. The small town, caught between the realms of ordinary life and the extraordinary fate promised by the prophecy, awaited the moment when the threads of mortal and immortal destinies would finally entwine.

A moment of quiet despair settled among the princes as their piercing gazes scanned the townspeople, and the weight of an uncertain future pressed upon them. The air, thick with anticipation, carried an undercurrent of melancholy as the possibility of not finding their soulmates loomed.

Yet, just as a shadow falls across a sunlit path, a subtle shift in the atmosphere caught the attention of the vampire princes. As their eyes swept over the crowd, the shadows seemed to part, revealing a figure standing at the back of the gathering. (Y/n), hidden from their direct sight, had inadvertently caught the attention of the princes through the revealing dance of the shadows.

The townspeople, unaware of the unfolding drama, continued to exchange hopeful glances, oblivious to the profound moment that hung in the air. The princes, guided by the serendipity of the shadows, felt a sudden surge of energy as their eyes locked onto the girl who stood at the periphery of the crowd.

At that moment, the world seemed to be still. The moon, the silent witness to the cosmic dance, bathed (Y/n) in its silver glow, casting her in a radiant light that captivated the vampire princes. The revelation unfolded like a dream, and the connection between the princes and the hidden girl felt palpable as if destiny had guided their eyes toward an undeniable truth.

The air shimmered with newfound hope as the princes, driven by an instinct that transcended the ordinary, began to move toward the back of the crowd where (Y/n) stood. The townspeople, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, turned their attention to the unfolding spectacle, their murmurs of anticipation giving way to a collective realization that something extraordinary was taking place.

As the princes closed the distance, the shadows continued to weave their silent narrative, revealing the connection that had eluded them moments before. Destiny, it seemed, had a way of illuminating the path even in the darkest corners of the unknown. And in that moment, beneath the watchful gaze of the moon and the curious eyes of the townspeople, the nine vampire princes and (Y/n) stood on the threshold of a fate that would bind them together in an immortal dance written by the hand of destiny.

(Y/n), standing at the back of the crowd, felt a mixture of confusion and bewilderment as the nine princes, guided by an unseen force, began to move in her direction. The sudden attention, the weight of their collective gaze, left her feeling like the epicenter of a cosmic shift she couldn't comprehend.

The whispers and speculations of the townspeople reached her ears, adding to the surreal atmosphere that surrounded the unexpected turn of events. (Y/n)'s eyes darted between the advancing princes, each step they took amplifying her sense of disorientation.

As the princes closed the distance, their eyes, filled with an intensity that bordered on recognition, seemed to lock onto her. (Y/n) questioned the nature of this inexplicable connection, her thoughts racing to catch up with the unfolding reality. Why had the attention of the vampire princes turned toward her?

The moonlit night, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a silent witness to a mystery that eluded her understanding. The shadows, playing tricks with the light, seemed to dance around the princes and (Y/n), casting an ethereal glow on the scene.

Among the townspeople, a murmur of curiosity rippled through the air. The small community, caught in the currents of destiny, watched with bated breath as the princes and (Y/n) stood on the precipice of a revelation that promised to rewrite the narrative of their lives.

In the midst of confusion, (Y/n) couldn't escape the feeling that she had become a central figure in a tale that transcended the ordinary boundaries of her life. The questions lingered, and as the vampire princes drew closer, the answers seemed poised to unfold beneath the watchful eye of the moon, the silent orchestrator of a celestial dance that defied mortal comprehension.

In the moonlit glow, Youngbin, with an air of regal charisma, extended his hand toward (Y/n), breaking through the veil of confusion that enveloped her. As he stood in front of the much shorter girl, his eyes held a warmth that contrasted with the initial intensity, and a genuine smile graced his lips.

With a gentle gesture, he introduced himself and his brothers, each prince revealing a unique presence that mirrored the diverse facets of the moonlit night. Youngbin's voice, a soothing melody that resonated with authority and kindness, echoed through the square as he spoke of their quest.

As the introduction concluded, Youngbin, still extending his hand, looked at (Y/n) with a sincerity that transcended the supernatural circumstances. "And what might be your name?" he asked, his gaze inviting her to step into the unfolding tapestry of destiny.

(Y/n), still bewildered but feeling a sense of reassurance in Youngbin's presence, took his extended hand with a small nod. Bowing respectfully, she introduced herself, "I am (Y/n)."

As (Y/n) took Youngbin's extended hand, an inexplicable spark ignited within her, a sensation that resonated with a force beyond her understanding. The touch, seemingly ordinary, carried a subtle current that whispered of connections woven by the hands of destiny.

Her world shifted when Youngbin, with a sincerity that mirrored the glow of the moon above, revealed a revelation that echoed through the quiet town square. "(Y/n)," Youngbin began, his gaze unwavering, "you are our fated soulmate,"

The words hung in the air, carrying a weight that transcended the ordinary. (Y/n), caught between the realms of disbelief and destiny, processed the profound declaration. The townspeople, overhearing Youngbin's words, fell into a collective hush as they witnessed the unfolding of a tale that defied the boundaries of their understanding.

The moon, casting its ethereal glow, seemed to intensify its radiance as if acknowledging the significance of the moment. The shadows, playing their silent dance, whispered secrets that only the celestial realm comprehended.

As the realization settled within her, (Y/n) met Youngbin's eyes, searching for confirmation in the depths of his gaze. The connection between them, sparked by the touch of their hands, resonated with the unspoken threads of destiny that bound the vampire princes together.

The small town, now a stage for an extraordinary chapter in the tale of the nine princes, held its breath as the cosmic dance of fate unfolded beneath the watchful gaze of the moon. In that moment, (Y/n) stood at the intersection of two worlds, her ordinary existence now intricately intertwined with the extraordinary destiny that awaited her and the vampire princes.

The weight of Youngbin's revelation hit (Y/n) with such force that she felt the ground shift beneath her. The shock nearly caused her to lose her footing, and she stumbled, the world tilting on its axis. However, before she could fully lose her balance, Jaeyoon, with reflexes as quick as moonlight, appeared by her side in an instant.

His strong and steady presence became her anchor, and Jaeyoon's supportive grasp ensured that (Y/n) regained her balance. The touch, though brief, carried a comforting reassurance, as if the vampire prince, with a silent understanding, sought to ease the overwhelming impact of the revelation.

"(Y/n), are you all right?" Jaeyoon asked with genuine concern, his eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and curiosity. The townspeople, still caught in the collective hush, observed the unfolding scene with a sense of awe and wonder.

Taking a moment to compose herself, (Y/n) met Jaeyoon's gaze, a myriad of emotions swirling within her. The reality of being the fated soulmate of the nine princes began to settle, and the cosmic significance of the moment lingered in the air.

The moon, a silent witness to the unexpected turns of fate, continued to cast its glow upon the small town square. The shadows, now holding a different resonance, danced around the group, adding an ethereal quality to the unfolding drama.

As (Y/n) steadied herself, the realization of her newfound destiny intertwined with the journey of the vampire princes. The moonlit night, once ordinary, had become the stage for a tale that would leave an indelible mark on the quiet town and the girl who stood at the center of a prophecy that transcended the boundaries of mortal understanding.

Inseong, with the authority befitting the eldest of the vampire princes, raised his hand, dismissing the rest of the crowd to allow him and his brothers some private time with their newfound soulmate, (Y/n). The townspeople, a mixture of awe and curiosity, began to disperse, giving the group of vampires the space they needed.

However, a handful of curious onlookers, drawn by the mysterious allure of the vampire princes and the unfolding saga, hesitated to leave. They lingered at the edges, attempting to catch a glimpse of the extraordinary encounter between the immortal beings and the girl who held the key to their destiny.

Among those who lingered, some tried to push the boundaries of Inseong's order, perhaps fueled by a desire for proximity to the supernatural spectacle. This disobedience didn't sit well with Zuho, the "dark one" of the vampire princes, who sensed the treacherous undertones in the lingering presence of the onlookers.

Zuho, with a stern expression and an icy glare that matched his reputation, decided to take matters into his own hands. In a swift and almost imperceptible motion, he summoned the power of ice, causing an ephemeral frost to trail from his fingertips. The temperature dropped, and a chill permeated the air, sending shivers through the lingering onlookers.

The sudden manifestation of Zuho's powers, coupled with his intimidating demeanor, sent a collective shudder through the crowd. The frost danced in the moonlit night, a warning that echoed the boundaries set by the vampire princes. The lingering townspeople, now thoroughly spooked, scattered like leaves in the wind, yielding to the will of the supernatural beings in their midst.

With the unwanted spectators dispelled, the town square returned to a semblance of calm. The vampire princes, flanked by the enigmatic presence of (Y/n), were left with the solitude needed for a conversation that would unravel the intricacies of the prophecy and the destinies entwined in the moonlit night. The moon, casting its serene glow upon the scene, bore witness to the unfolding tale that danced on the edges of the extraordinary and the ordinary, a tale that defied the boundaries between the mortal and the immortal realms.

Feeling the sudden drop in temperature induced by Zuho's display of power, (Y/n) couldn't help but shiver in response to the chilling atmosphere that surrounded her. The unexpected frost in the air sent a wave of cold through her, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, seeking to ward off the sudden chill.

Noticing her discomfort, Hwiyoung, the gentle and breezy vampire prince, reacted with swift kindness. Without hesitation, he removed his cloak and, with a graceful motion, draped it around (Y/n). The fabric, imbued with the essence of Hwiyoung's powers over the winds, enveloped her in a cocoon of warmth.

"There, that should help," Hwiyoung said, his voice carrying a soothing quality that echoed the breeze. The cloak, with its ethereal touch, seemed to respond to the elements under his command, creating a pocket of comfort for (Y/n) amidst the lingering traces of frost.

The gesture didn't go unnoticed by the other princes, each of them keenly aware of the small yet significant interactions unfolding in the moonlit night. The group, now standing in a more secluded part of the town square, prepared for the conversations that would shape the next chapters of their intertwined destinies.

As (Y/n) stood enveloped in Hwiyoung's cloak, the warmth and protection it offered became a tangible symbol of the bond forming between the vampire princes and their fated soulmate. The moon above, a silent witness to the ebb and flow of emotions, continued to cast its serene glow, setting the stage for the unraveling tale that lay ahead—a tale in which the ordinary and the extraordinary danced in harmony beneath the celestial canvas.

As the moonlit night embraced them in a quiet solitude, (Y/n) found herself standing with the nine vampire princes, a question weighing on her heart that she couldn't ignore. In the hushed stillness of the moment, she mustered the courage to voice the inquiry that lingered in her mind.

"What does it mean to be your soulmate?" she asked, her voice a gentle yet earnest murmur beneath the night sky.

The princes, their expressions a blend of ancient wisdom and contemporary curiosity, exchanged glances as if silently communicating the gravity of the question. Inseong, the eldest, stepped forward, his eyes holding a depth that spoke of centuries lived beneath the moon's watchful gaze.

"To be our soulmate," Inseong began, his words measured and resonant, "means that your destiny is intricately tied to ours. It means you hold the key to unlocking the dormant powers within us, powers that, when united, can reshape the very fabric of our existence."

Youngbin, with his charismatic presence, continued the explanation. "It means that, together, we fulfill a prophecy that binds us as one. Your connection with each of us is unique, and through that connection, the magic that resides within can be awakened."

Hwiyoung, ever attuned to the winds of change, expressed, "Being our soulmate means becoming a part of a cosmic symphony, where each note, each thread, contributes to the grand design of our shared destiny."

Chani, with his connection to the natural world, added, "It means finding harmony not just with us but also with the elements that surround us, a balance between the supernatural and the ordinary."

In this exchange, (Y/n) gained glimpses into the complexities of the prophecy, each prince offering a piece of the puzzle that was their shared destiny. The moon, casting its silvery glow upon the group, seemed to listen to the unfolding dialogue that would shape the path ahead.

As the explanation unfolded, (Y/n) absorbed the weight of her role in this cosmic narrative, her ordinary existence now intricately woven with the extraordinary destinies of the nine vampire princes. The moonlit night, witness to their revelations, held the promise of a journey that would transcend the boundaries of the known and venture into the realms of magic, fate, and the timeless dance of the celestial.

Dawon's words echoed through the moonlit night, each syllable carrying the weight of an eternal promise. As the youngest among the vampire princes, his expression softened with a sincerity that transcended the ages.

"It also means," Dawon continued, his voice gentle yet unwavering, "to spend the rest of our lives together, an eternal bond of love."

The revelation hung in the air, a profound declaration that resonated with the timeless nature of the vampire princes' existence. The moon, casting its ethereal glow upon the gathering, seemed to embrace the weight and beauty of the commitment being offered.

The other princes, their eyes reflecting the depth of emotions that accompanied Dawon's words, nodded in agreement. In that moment, the small group stood at the threshold of an extraordinary journey—a journey that would unfold not just beneath the moonlit sky but across the vast expanse of time itself.

"(Y/n)," Taeyang spoke, "you are the missing piece in our eternal puzzle. The completion of our bond heralds an ageless love that transcends the boundaries of mortal understanding."

As the revelation settled, (Y/n) felt a mixture of awe and trepidation. The prospect of an eternal bond, a love that spanned lifetimes, held both the allure of the extraordinary and the weight of profound responsibility.

The moon, now a silent witness to the unfolding vows, continued its watchful gaze. The vampire princes and (Y/n), standing beneath its silvery glow, became a testament to the enduring power of love that, like the moon itself, wove through the tapestry of time, leaving an indelible mark on the pages of an immortal tale.

With the weight of the eternal bond and the unfolding destiny settling in the air, (Y/n) decided to lighten the atmosphere with a question that hinted at the practicalities of their newfound connection. A playful smile graced her lips as she inquired, "So, will I be moving to your castle, or are you all planning to live in my small town?"

The question brought forth a chorus of chuckles from the vampire princes, a welcome respite from the weighty discussions of destiny and eternal bonds. Each prince exchanged amused glances, their laughter reflecting the camaraderie that existed among them.

Chani, spoke with a twinkle in his eye, "Well, (Y/n), the castle does have a certain timeless charm, but we are more than willing to adapt to the comforts of your small town if that's your preference."

Youngbin, with his charismatic presence, added, "After all, the magic lies not just in the grandeur of castles but in the simple joys of everyday life."

The other princes, in turn, expressed their willingness to embrace the lifestyle of (Y/n)'s town, acknowledging that the choice was a shared one. Jaeyoon, with a warm smile, mentioned the appeal of a close-knit community, while Dawon playfully commented on the prospect of exploring the town's charms.

Zuho, known for his icy demeanor, surprised everyone with a teasing remark, "Who knows, perhaps the 'dark one' might find warmth in the quaint corners of your town."

Rowoon, with his charming demeanor, chimed in, "Whether castle or town, our home is where our soulmate is."

The playful banter continued, creating a lighthearted atmosphere amidst the profound discussions. The moon, still casting its serene glow, seemed to appreciate the balance between the weight of destiny and the joy found in the simplicity of shared laughter.

As the vampire princes and (Y/n) stood beneath the moonlit sky, the question of where their shared journey would unfold became a topic of mutual consideration. The choices ahead, whether within the walls of a castle or amidst the familiarity of a small town, reflected the harmonious dance of the extraordinary and the ordinary—a dance that would define the chapters of their eternal bond.

Youngbin's words, infused with the weight of responsibility as the crown prince, conveyed the practical necessity of returning to the castle. The reality of ruling a kingdom required their presence in the realm they governed. As he spoke, there was a sincerity in his gaze that sought understanding, recognizing the potential complexities that such a decision might carry.

"However, truthfully, we must return to the castle. We cannot rule the kingdom from here. Will you come with us?" Youngbin's question hung in the air, carrying the weight of the choices that (Y/n) now faced.

(Y/n), with a thoughtful expression, considered the implications of such a decision. The life she had known in the small town, with its simplicity and shared moments, tugged at the strings of familiarity. Yet, as she reflected, she found no binding strings that tethered her to the town. The unfolding connection with the vampire princes, the promises of an eternal bond, and the destiny that awaited seemed to beckon her toward a path that transcended the boundaries of her ordinary existence.

In the quiet moments that followed, Youngbin's gaze held a blend of anticipation and respect, recognizing that the choice was a significant one. The other princes, standing beside him, awaited (Y/n)'s response with a mixture of curiosity and understanding.

As (Y/n) pondered the question, the moon, the silent witness to the ebb and flow of destinies, continued to cast its gentle glow upon the scene. The night, pregnant with possibilities, held the promise of a journey that could unfold within the storied walls of a castle, where the echoes of their shared destiny would resonate through the corridors of time.

The decision, a pivotal moment in the tale that bound the vampire princes and (Y/n) together, awaited a choice that would shape the course of their eternal bond.

With the weight of the decision hanging in the air and the moon casting its serene glow upon the scene, (Y/n) took a moment to contemplate the choices before her. The prospect of life within the castle intertwined with the destiny of the vampire princes, and the responsibilities that came with ruling a kingdom were not decisions to be taken lightly.

After a minute or two of thoughtful consideration, (Y/n) looked at the vampire princes, her eyes reflecting a newfound determination. With a soft yet resolute voice, she answered, "Yes, I will come with you."

The words, like a gentle breeze, carried a promise that resonated with the destiny written in the stars. The vampire princes, their expressions a mix of joy and gratitude, exchanged glances that spoke volumes about the significance of (Y/n)'s decision.

Youngbin, the crown prince, nodded with a sense of responsibility fulfilled, recognizing the gravity of the commitment. The other princes, each harboring their unique connection with (Y/n), welcomed her decision with a shared understanding that their shared journey was set to take a new and extraordinary turn.

As (Y/n) stepped into the path of the unknown, the moon above seemed to smile upon the gathering, casting its approval upon the choice that would shape the destinies of mortals and immortals alike. The night, now filled with the promise of a shared future, stood as a testament to the enduring power of love and the harmonious dance of ordinary and extraordinary moments beneath the watchful gaze of the celestial realm.

And so, the vampire princes and their fated soulmate embarked on a journey back to the castle, where the tapestry of their eternal bond would continue to unfold in a tale written by the hand of destiny.

Taeyang's thoughtful inquiry about (Y/n)'s belongings, met with her admission of only having a handful of half-broken clothing, prompted a kind and considerate response from the gentle prince. "We'll make sure you have everything you need," he assured, a warmth in his eyes that mirrored the promise of care and provision.

Jaeyoon, known for his charming and affable nature, leaned down and whispered in (Y/n)'s ear. His voice, a soft murmur against the backdrop of the night, carried a reassurance that hinted at the opulence awaiting her in the castle. "At the castle, you'll have the most beautiful things and clothes," he shared, his words weaving a vision of a life beyond the confines of the small town.

The prospect of a new beginning, adorned with the luxuries and splendors of the castle, brought a glimmer of anticipation to (Y/n)'s eyes. The contrast between her humble belongings and the promise of a life filled with opulence seemed to symbolize the transformative journey she was about to undertake.

As the vampire princes and (Y/n) prepared to leave the small town behind, the moon, casting its silver glow, bore witness to the exchange of promises and the anticipation of the extraordinary destiny that lay ahead. The night held the echo of whispered assurances, the rustle of cloaks, and the collective heartbeat of those bound by the threads of an eternal bond.

The journey back to the castle, where the vampire princes and their soulmate would begin a new chapter, unfolded beneath the celestial canvas. The night, with its mysteries and promises, embraced them in its tender embrace, marking the commencement of a tale that transcended the boundaries of time and mortality.

As the decision was made to begin the journey back to the castle, the vampire princes, with an air of purpose, started to mount their horses. In the midst of this organized activity, Zuho, the "dark one," extended his hand toward (Y/n). The gesture was an unexpected yet graceful invitation—a hand offered not just in assistance but in a shared journey.

Zuho's icy gaze softened for a moment, revealing a depth of consideration and perhaps a hint of the vulnerability beneath his stoic exterior. The hand he extended toward (Y/n) held a silent promise of companionship on the path that lay ahead.

With a small yet appreciative smile, (Y/n) accepted Zuho's hand. His touch, surprisingly gentle, conveyed a silent understanding that transcended words. With his guidance, she mounted the horse behind him, finding herself positioned to ride alongside the "dark one" as they embarked on the journey back to the castle.

The other princes, mounted on their steeds, glanced back with smiles that held a mix of camaraderie and anticipation. The moon, now a celestial companion to the riders, continued to cast its ethereal glow upon the scene, blessing the beginning of a journey that promised to be as magical as the night itself.

As the group set forth on horseback, the clip-clop of hooves echoed through the night, harmonizing with the rustle of cloaks and the whispers of destiny. The small town, now a fading memory in the distance, marked the point of departure for a tale that would unfold within the walls of the castle—a tale written by the hand of fate, guided by the moon, and carried forward by the eternal bond that bound the vampire princes and their fated soulmate.

Life at the castle unfolded like a dream for (Y/n), a dream adorned with opulence, enchanting corridors, and the company of the vampire princes. Each passing day brought a cascade of romantic moments that seemed to transcend the ordinary boundaries of time and space.

The castle, with its majestic halls and secret passages, became a backdrop for shared laughter, whispered promises, and stolen glances. (Y/n) found herself immersed in a world where the extraordinary mingled seamlessly with the ordinary, where the moonlit nights held the promise of eternal love.

Her heart, once beating to the rhythm of a small town's simplicity, now quickened with every romantic gesture, every shared gaze, and every touch exchanged with the vampire princes. The bond between them deepened, and the feelings (Y/n) harbored for the boys grew, a symphony of emotions that resonated within the castle's grand walls.

As the moon continued its watchful gaze over the castle, the love story within its walls unfolded like a tapestry woven with threads of magic and destiny. The small town, now a distant memory, had given way to a life where each romantic moment marked a page in the timeless narrative that celebrated the extraordinary connection between mortals and immortals.

The romance, woven into the very fabric of their shared existence, became a testament to the enduring power of love that defied the constraints of mortality. Whether it was a dance beneath the chandeliers, a shared moment on the castle battlements, or a stolen kiss in the moonlit gardens, each romantic interlude added a new verse to the eternal ballad that bound the vampire princes and (Y/n) together.

In the castle's vast library, Youngbin and (Y/n) found a shared haven among the shelves of ancient tomes and modern novels. Engaged in passionate discussions about literature, their intellectual connection blossomed into something deeper. Amidst the scent of aging parchment, they shared stolen kisses, each one a promise sealed between the pages of a romantic novel.

In the serene castle gardens, Inseong became (Y/n)'s patient guide in the art of drawing. Surrounded by blooming flowers and the soft rustle of leaves, their afternoons were spent capturing the beauty of the world on paper. With each stroke of the pencil, a silent dialogue unfolded, expressing emotions that words could not convey.

Jaeyoon, with his affinity for nature, led (Y/n) through the enchanting castle greenhouse. Amidst vibrant blooms and exotic plants, they explored the hidden corners of the botanical sanctuary. The air filled with the sweet scent of flowers as they discovered the magic that flourished in the heart of the castle.

Dawon, with a penchant for elegance, whisked (Y/n) away on a shopping spree through the castle's extensive wardrobe. As he selected the most exquisite gowns, each fitting (Y/n)'s figure like a dream, their bond deepened amidst the swirl of silk and the shimmer of jewels.

In the heart of winter, Zuho created an enchanting ice rink within the castle grounds. Hand in hand, they glided across the frozen surface, the crisp air echoing with laughter and the scrape of skates. Under the starlit sky, Zuho guided (Y/n) through a dance on ice, a metaphor for the delicate balance of their shared journey.

Cozy nights in the castle's private theater became a sanctuary for (Y/n) and Rowoon. Snuggled under warm blankets, they watched movies that spanned genres, their laughter and shared commentary creating a soundtrack to their growing affection. In the dim glow of the screen, Rowoon held (Y/n) close, each frame capturing a moment frozen in time.

Taeyang, with the rhythm of a dancer's heart, twirled (Y/n) under the moonlit sky. The castle ballroom became a stage for their shared dances, each step a declaration of love set to the music that echoed through the grand halls. In the embrace of the waltz, Taeyang and (Y/n) found a harmony that transcended the ordinary.

Beneath the blanket of the midnight sky, Hwiyoung and (Y/n) shared intimate picnics on the castle battlements. Surrounded by the soft glow of lanterns, they exchanged innocent kisses as the stars bore witness to the quiet moments that illuminated the night.

In the castle's music room, Chani became (Y/n)'s patient instructor in the art of piano. Guiding her hands across the ivory keys, they created melodies that echoed through the castle corridors. In each chord and refrain, a symphony of emotions unfolded, expressing the depth of their connection in a language that only music could convey.

The castle, once a vast expanse that echoed with the footsteps of nine vampire princes, had held an air of grandeur that seemed to stretch into endless corridors. Despite the camaraderie among the princes, there lingered a sense of solitude, a quiet loneliness that whispered through the empty spaces.

However, with the arrival of (Y/n), the castle underwent a transformation. The once seemingly boundless halls now resonated with shared laughter, the warmth of companionship, and the echo of shared moments. The castle, once a majestic but solitary fortress, began to feel alive, each room infused with the energy of newfound connections.

The presence of just one more person had turned the castle into a home. The grandeur of its architecture and the opulence of its halls became the backdrop for a tale of love and shared destinies. The once-lonely corridors now held the imprint of shared footsteps, and the walls, witnesses to individual and collective moments, seemed to radiate a newfound warmth.

As (Y/n) navigated the castle's twists and turns, she found comfort in the familiarity of the vampire princes' presence. The once-never-ending halls now felt like a tapestry woven with threads of shared experiences, a testament to the bonds that had transformed a fortress into a home.

The castle, with its storied history and timeless architecture, became more than just a residence for the vampire princes. It became a haven, a sanctuary where love, laughter, and the echoes of shared moments filled the air. The once-lonely castle had found its heart, and that heartbeat in harmony with the collective rhythm of its newfound residents—a home that embraced the extraordinary and celebrated the magic of connection.

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ocean-ai · 2 years

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Day 1: Mirror - Taeyang

Pairing: Taeyang X Female reader

Genre: SMUT

Word Count: 1,430

Warnings: Mirror sex, fingering, dirty talk

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“Why don’t we get out of here?” You heard Taeyang say to you over the loud music blasting in the packed nightclub. It had only been a few dates with Taeyang, but you didn’t want the night to end and you felt more comfortable with him. You nodded and smiled, silently letting him know you were ready to leave.

Taeyang grabbed your hand and led you outside, where he called an Uber. He kissed your cheek and put his arm around your shoulders. His warm body was a contrast to the cold wind. Luckily for you two, the Uber to his place was quick.

Next thing you knew, Taeyang had you on your knees in front of the large mirror in his bedroom. He was behind you, arms traveling around your body, pinching and massaging your almost fully naked body. You moaned in his arms, watching him pleasure you in the mirror. “T-Taeyang” His hand was now in your panties, rubbing your clit teasingly.

“Do you like watching me do this to you?” He said before sliding a finger inside you; his voice sending shivers down your spine. You gasped at the new feeling, his long finger going deep inside. He smirked, feeling how wet you were. “I guess you’re enjoying me playing with you, huh?” He said before kissing your neck.

Taeyang was satisfied with how your body reacted to his touch; he wanted to tease you even more. But, he also loved hearing your moans, so he wanted to give you as much pleasure as possible. You had one hand behind you and in his hair, curling your fingers through short, silky locks. He made a hum in pleasure as you pulled a little when he added a second finger inside you. Your eyes were fixed on his hand that was now deep inside you, but it was covered by your panties. That almost made it hotter to look at.

His palm was now pressing against your clit, moving in time with his fingers that were now curled inside you. He hit your spot and you moaned loudly, tugging on his hair. His lips were on your neck, leaving hickies on your skin. Usually, you’d be mad if someone left a mark on you, but you liked it when Taeyang did. What kind of hold did he have on you? Either that, or he was making you feel so good that you didn’t care.

You could feel that you were close to your orgasm and so could Taeyang. As much as he loved to watch you fall apart from his fingers, his throbbing erection was being strained in his pants. He had needed to fuck you. Now. Once Taeyang felt you clench around his fingers, he stopped his movements. He wanted you to come on his dick.

“What was that for? I was going to come!” You whined, but you knew why he stopped.

He smirked and kissed your lips, hand still in your panties, but no longer inside you. He teased your clit and you moaned into your kiss. He was a little too skilled with his fingers. “Patience, baby. You’ll get what you want soon enough.” He said in your ear, his smooth voice ringing in your ears.

Taeyang pulled his hand away from your center and you helped him remove your panties. You unhooked your lacy bra and watched as he began to take his clothes off. He unbuttoned his shirt, threw it somewhere in the room, and then he began to take his pants off. He hissed when his hard cock sprang free from his tight boxer briefs.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his naked body; he was like the most perfectly sculpted statue. How in the world did you get so lucky to be fucking a man as beautiful as Taeyang? His pretty lips, his short black hair with an undercut, and his beautiful skin were all things you could stare at for hours. Then, of course, his dick was as pretty as he was. His cock was long, slim, and had a slight curve; it’ll hit you in all the right places.

Once Taeyang had a good look at you, he repositioned you two so that you were facing the mirror again. You looked at his eyes through the mirror and he smirked at you, seeing how ready you were for him. He lined his tip with your entrance and you moaned. He teased you, sliding it up and down your slit and it just felt so fucking good. But even though it felt good, you were getting impatient.

“Taeyang, please,” you weren’t one to beg, but Taeyang made you break all of your rules. He really had some kind of power over you that no man ever had before.

He chuckled in your ear before biting lightly on your lobe. “What? What do you want, baby?”

Now his tip was inside you, teasing you as he didn’t dare go any further. Not until you told him what you wanted. “Please fuck me, Taeyang!”

“That’s what I like to hear,” then he thrust his entire length inside you and you screamed. He fit so good in you that you wished you’d fucked him sooner. He stretched you out and filled you up perfectly. You felt like you hit the jackpot with Taeyang and you never wanted to let him go.

Taeyang started slowly, watching how your body reacted to his thrusts. He enjoyed seeing you get fucked by him in his mirror. He liked seeing his dick disappear in you with each thrust. Taeyang had always wondered what it would be like to have sex in front of his mirror and it turned him on even more than he thought it would now that he was actually doing it. He was glad that it was with you.

Meanwhile, you could hardly concentrate on anything except for the way Taeyang felt inside you. As much as you wanted to hold on to him, you liked this position. You liked the way it felt when he was behind you, being trapped in his arms while he fucks into you. You felt him go deeper and your eyes fluttered at the new pleasure. Taeyang was getting a lot of pleasure from watching you fall apart.

“TAEYANG” You screamed as he quickened his pace inside you. His strong arms held you in place as his thrusts became relentless.

“Do you see how pretty you look all fucked out like this for me?” He slowed down his thrusts again, prolonging both of your pleasures. His hand pulled your head up so you could see yourself getting fucked in the mirror. “You’re so beautiful. You take me so well,” he panted.

You couldn’t respond to him, all you could do was moan as you looked at the lewd sight in front of you. You watched his cock go in and out of you, causing you to become even more turned on. You could barely handle the way he was making you feel; your body had grown weak and you were at his mercy. But, you weren’t complaining; he made you feel too good.

“You like fucking in front of a mirror?” He bit in your neck again and you moaned.

“Y-yes!” You barely replied. By now, Taeyang had hit your spot and all you could do was either say his name or yell out profanities. His tip had deliciously teased at your spot, making you closer and closer to your orgasm.

Taeyang was close to his own, but he had to make sure you got there first. He let go of your hair and put both hands on your hips, you fell forward on your elbows and Taeyang was now thrusting into you much more vigorously. By now, all you could do was moan and cry out from the intense pleasure he gave you.

Taeyang moved one hand and teased your clit with his fingers, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. It didn’t take long for that to push you over the edge, and once Taeyang felt you coming around him, he also came with you. He quickly pulled out of you and jerked himself off and came on your inner thighs. You giggled feeling his hot seed on your skin.

You looked up and saw Taeyang looking at you through the mirror. He leaned down to kiss your shoulder softly. You smiled at him then turned to face him, giving a soft kiss on his lips. “We should do that again,”

He nodded. “Definitely,”

#Yoo Taeyang #Taeyang x reader #Yoo Taeyang smut #Taeyang smut #kinktober #sf9 #sf9 smut #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #Taeyang fanfic #Im so excited #got some fun stuff planned #hehe

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restlessmaknae · 9 months

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The tale of the young man whose voice was as beautiful as the moonlight, but whose voice could also kill.

➳ Characters: siren!Theo x princess!reader/you

➳ Genre: siren!au, curse!au, kingdom!au, fantasy, romance, angst

➳ Words: 4.4k

➳ Warning: mentions of blood, Theo killing people because he's a siren, major character death

➳ A/N: This story is part of my '5 words, 5 stories' series for which I wrote 5 totally different stories with 5 different band members featuring the same 5 words "I'm sorry, I love you". If you're interested in the other stories, check out this link! Otherwise, they can totally be read on their own. Dedicated to @dat-town ❤️

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Once upon a time, there was a boy named Taeyang. Taeyang was living with his parents beside the sea, his father a fishman, his mother a cook. Taeyang often accompanied his father to catch fish, assisting whenever he could, but it was rare that he went out fishing on his own. However, once, his father got sick, so Taeyang went out in his place because the family relied heavily on the man’s work.

It was odd being on his own, and he wondered whether there would be a thunderstorm that day. Storms were unexpectedly harsh and common these past few weeks, hence fishing was more difficult than usually. On the other hand, his father couldn’t afford to go fishing further away because they were occupied by other fishermen, they had their own territory, but where they lived was untouched.

Taeyang had heard some kids talk behind his back whenever he walked home from the market, they whispered about odd instances of people going missing after being at the shore and men jumping to their death from the rocks surrounding the water. No wonder no one dared to come close, and his father could use it to his advantage. His father didn’t believe in these tales though, he said they were mere rumours, and that this place was definitely not cursed.

The boy believed him, and he wanted to believe him even though messy grey clouds were already gathering above his head, the first warning of a soon-to-arrive storm. Taeyang let out a sigh, then got started on it. He did how his father had taught him, but he struggled so much with a catch, he wondered if he should keep pulling the tackle, but then he remembered his mother’s hopeless eyes when his father had come down with a fever, and he kept pulling and pulling… Until he pulled a beautiful female body out of the water.

The tackle got stuck in her blouse, and blood oozed out from her side - where the boy had possibly managed to strike her. Taeyang could barely believe what he saw, he was merely gaping at the sight and trying to pacify the crazy beating of his heart. This couldn’t be real. Why was she in the water? Taeyang should have seen if anyone had been around because he had been there for more than an hour. She had to swim super fast to get to the shore from afar if he hadn’t managed to see her before. Or…

“You…” The woman mumbled, and despite her being pulled out from water, her clothes were actually untouched as if she had merely been walking on the shore, not swimming in the water. How could this be? His eyes might have been playing tricks on him since that was simply not possible. She should have been soaking wet. Instead, her hair was shining, surrounding her heart-shaped face like a halo. She was beautiful, too beautiful, as if she had not been from this world.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Taeyang justified, but he felt like his explanation was of no use. She was a full grown woman and he was just a mere kid.

“You stupid fisherboy, you brought this upon yourself,” the woman warned him, but before he could ask what she meant, she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and sunk her teeth into his wrists.

Taeyang didn’t feel anything at first. To be precise, what he felt wasn’t a bite. He felt as if a strong current was pulling him under, as if he was drowning, as if he was trying to reach the surface to breathe, but as soon as she pulled away, his breathing became ragged, his lungs were on fire, and all he could think about was jumping into the water to cool himself down. Maybe if he just went in there, if he was surrounded by the waves, it would be alright…

“Stupid humans and their greed…” Taeyang heard the woman say even though it seemed like she was far, far away from him. He felt lightheaded, legs wobbly, and his vision becoming blurry. Colourful dots danced in his vision, and the scenery around him became like a carousel from which he couldn’t get off.

“Now you can ponder over your mistake forever. You and your family should have just left this part of the sea behind a long time ago,” she continued furiously, but as the boy’s eyes zoomed in on her, he caught sight of fangs, and now he wasn’t sure what was going on. Was he dreaming? It felt so real though…

Then, his vision slowly lost colour, and he found himself falling to the ground, his human body not being able to bear the bite of the siren.

Taeyang thought of that incident as an odd one after all, and even though he was scolded by his parents for not catching anything that night, he insisted that he had been attacked, but the bite mark from the female didn’t show on his skin. Instead, a line was inked into his skin, and he couldn’t get it off no matter how much he tried to wash it off. It was a simple line, curving at the bottom. It was a drop of water, or a teardrop, depending on how you looked at it.

He didn’t give it too much thought, but whenever the boy wanted to walk to the market as he usually did in place of his parents, he couldn’t. He collapsed on the way or his feet didn’t move further, or he went there, but came back sick to the stomach. And it happened more and more often, so his parents kept him at home. After that, Taeyang spent a lot of time making drawings of the sea or helping out his mother in the kitchen or helping his father de-bone the fish. He made himself busy despite not leaving the house.

But then one day, he started singing out of boredom, and it changed everything. He wasn’t one to usually sing, but he felt this inner need in him to do so, and his parents also complimented his beautiful voice, so he continued on. He sang and sang, and he saw this adoring glint in his parents’ eyes as if they had been totally mesmerised by his voice, and that just made little Taeyang even happier. So he continued on, but soon enough, the glint in his parents’ eyes disappeared, and he saw horror in their orbs before they fell to the ground, their bodies numb.

Little Taeyang didn’t know it at the time, but as he grew older, he realised that the rumours were true and this shore was actually cursed. People went missing and men jumped to their death because this part of the sea was full of sirens. He met the beautiful woman whom he had injured later on, and she let him know that with her bite, he had become one of them. He couldn’t be away from water for long - a day at max -, his singing killed people even if his beauty was unmatched. Not to mention that he was now immortal, so the words of the woman - you can ponder over your mistake forever - made more sense.

“So you cursed me?” He inquired, still innocent, still just a child, barely 10.

“I didn’t curse you, boy. You did this to yourself. Your family didn’t listen to the warnings of the sea,” she explained eerily, and the boy had a feeling he knew what she meant. The constant storms, the sickness of his father, the fish being poisoned in the water… “I could have killed you, you know. Instead, I granted you immortality. You should be thankful. When you reach the age of 20, you will stay young forever,” she vocalised, her tone almost mischievous, and for a moment, Taeyang believed that what she was saying was of good intentions.

But then she smirked and her fangs showed, and he ran back to the house, scared of her, scared of the sea, and most important of all, scared of himself.

Taeyang had to realise that she was right. Afterwards, his sense of time was never the same. Whether days passed or decades, he couldn’t tell. His only thirst was for the sea and for singing, and since he had this gawking inner desire to always stay close to the water, he couldn’t even think of ending the curse by going far away, by purposefully keeping himself off, by purposefully ending his life. The thought had crossed his mind, multiple times actually. The thought always hit him after singing people to death, after not being able to say no to his other desire: singing.

The truth is, despite the folktales of sirens being only females and kissing men to death, sirens could be males and females, and they didn’t kill with a kiss, they killed with their voice. Whether it was a male or a female, someone young or old, if he had the urge, he would have to sing sooner or later. He didn’t do it on purpose to kill people, but sometimes he couldn’t avoid it. When he saw the same terror in his victims’ eyes that he had seen in his own parents’, he thought of dying, but he couldn’t do so. He couldn’t get away from the water because his siren needs were greater than his human emotions.

Consequently, Taeyang knew better than to form bonds with people. Even if he managed to save a child from drowning or get something out of the water for an elderly lady, he couldn’t allow himself to get attached. If someone was immortal, getting attached would make their endless lives even more miserable. And so he didn’t.

Not until you.

He knew who you were even before you said so yourself. The truth is, he still went into the town to mingle with people just for the sake of it, he still ate food humans made just because he could do so, not because he was hungry for it, and he was still up-to-date with the important people in the seaside kingdom just because it entertained him (partly when it was about the ruckus they caused) and it helped his forever ongoing thoughts settle a bit. It also made him feel like he was one of them: one of the mortals.

“Why don’t you care who I am?”

Your question made sense. To you, Taeyang seemed like a mere boy - probably living by the seaside - in his loose cotton pants and loose shirt, unafraid of sitting by the edge of the cliff, looking over at the crystal clear water beneath his feet as if it had been the most fascinating sight ever known to mankind. You couldn’t have known just who he was or what he was, and the fact that he had lived through hundreds of years already, so he couldn’t care whether he spoke to royalty or common people.

“Because I’ve seen too much to care,” he justified, and it was true, he had seen too much. Nonetheless, you might have thought of a very different reasoning behind his words.

“Well, you are the first person to say that,” you mumbled, looking down at your intertwined hands. “You can guess why I am here, but why are you here?” You inquired with a raised eyebrow after a heartbeat of silence as you turned your gaze towards him.

Taeyang could indeed guess: you were there to get away from your responsibilities, to escape being a princess for some time before you would have to go back to the palace, go back to your supposedly perfect and supposedly loving family and fake smiles all the time.

“This is where I feel the most at home,” he admitted bitterly. No matter how much he loathed the sea, he still felt like it was where he belonged. He knew very well that it was because of his siren self, but it was true nevertheless.

“I wish I could feel the same.”

“Why don’t you try? You can jump into the water and see for yourself,” he suggested casually, and the reaction he received was truly amusing. Your eyes widened to double their size, your mouth was agape for a few seconds before you exclaimed in a high-pitched voice:

“Are you crazy? This dress cost a fortune,” you said as you pointed at your midnight blue dress that probably had more layers than the shades of the water underneath the cliff.

“You’ll never know if you don’t try,” Taeyang mentioned nonchalantly. He knew that to an extent he was a hypocrite because he didn’t try out a lot of things because he couldn’t do so anymore, but it should have been an encouragement. Or some sort of it.

You didn’t say anything at that time, but even that flash of bravery in your pitch-black eyes and hint of hesitation in your sweet voice were indicators that one day, you might be able to try it out, to break free.

Taeyang was surprised that you kept coming back time after time. Sometimes you came during daylight, but mostly during nighttime, having escaped from the palace for the night because the young guards who were there (Keeho and Intak) both let you because you were on good terms with them. The siren found it pretty amusing that a princess could sneak out at nights because she was getting on well with the guards, but well, maybe it was some sweet compensation for you with your difficult life and all of your daunting duties.

And you did try to jump into the water, and since Taeyang was here, nothing could happen to you. Humans didn’t see sirens when they were in the water, so you couldn’t see any sirens even if they might have been around, and since you were just swimming in that lagoon he liked frequenting, there was only a small chance that any siren would come around. What you had to be most afraid of was Taeyang himself, but he avoided this particular lagoon and this part of the seaside when he felt the urge to sing (and ultimately kill with that). He had to be cautious, and he knew that he would have felt ashamed to be around you after having just killed someone, so he went swimming somewhere else.

Nevertheless, most of the time nothing happened, and you probably thought that he was just a young man from around here who liked the sea and this particular lagoon, and who always seemed to be in a combination of a loose (sometimes low-cut) shirt and loose pants. Truthfully, he couldn’t be bothered to dress in a different way even if his clothes were untouched when in the water. At least it was an advantage of being a siren.

Most of the time nothing happened, and you two could just be there, laughing about stories you told or talking about something deep as you particularly liked pondering about existential questions, and you weren’t afraid to speak your mind either.

“You know, it does feel a little bit like a home now,” you admitted once, and Taeyang did feel a sense of pride swell in his chest. A princess who didn’t feel herself at home anywhere started feeling like at home around his home?

“Oh, really?” He quirked an eyebrow, a smile playing along the curves of his lips. He leaned forward as if teasing, as if testing if you were honest or just joking, but you didn’t take it lightly. You kept looking at him, looking into his deep, dark eyes, and Taeyang felt something in him twist as you gazed at him. He was convinced that he could only feel the urge for two things: to be near the sea and to let his voice out to sing, to kill people because he recharged his energy for his siren self from these activities.

On the other hand, now, looking at your wet hair sticking to your skin, your dress tight on your body because you had just come out of the water, your eyes shining like a child’s when watching something marvellous, Taeyang had the urge to do something else, something more humane.

“Really.” You bobbed your head, your smile still not fading. He couldn’t tell whether you didn’t feel the same way or you didn’t mind the close proximity, but Taeyang assumed that you were unbothered unlike him. At least, until you didn’t lean closer as well. “But it’s because you’re here. It feels like home because you’re here.”

It only took a few seconds before the fire was ignited in his heart, and he leaned forward to close the distance between you just when you did so, thus you met in the middle. The kiss tasted of salty seawater, words that died on the tip of his tongue, burning touches of each other’s tongue, and vulnerable, momentary sparkles of hope. Ever since becoming a siren, this was the moment he felt the most humane, and the desire he felt then couldn’t be compared to the desire to sing or to swim. It was something more, it was something completely different.

And it was over before he could realise, and you leaned back, biting on your lip like a nervous little girl having stolen something. Then, you looked up at him, and he looked back at you, and when you sat closer to snuggle up to his chest, it felt like the most natural thing to do. So he let you, and you kept talking until your mouth ran dry, and one thing really stuck with him.

“And you know, you’re pretty wise for your age,” you said jokingly, and even though Taeyang knew that it wasn’t completely true, he also knew that you made him think differently of his immortal life.

“Well, it does seem like in all this eternity of a life, you bring in something you. As if life slowed down a bit when you’re here,” he confessed truthfully, and when you looked up at him, he could see just how touched you were. You thanked him with a kiss instead of words, and Taeyang felt like he couldn’t get enough, enough of you.

He knew that he was playing a dangerous game - not just because of what he was, but because of who you were. You two were like the sun and the moon, you should have never overlapped each other’s territory, if you did, it should have been for the briefest of moments, but now, Taeyang didn’t know just when the fall would come. Despite how others described love, he didn’t feel like falling with you, he felt like flying with you - weightless, hovering somewhere in between reality and dreams and looking at the world around you from afar. As if you two were just two birds crossing the sky, and all the problems of the big bad world around you were minuscule.

Since he felt like this, he had a feeling that a fall would come - not even a fall, a crash. Falls were inevitable due to strong winds and external factors, but a crash was what was most painful and unexpected. You were a princess after all and he was a siren, you were mortal and he was immortal, you should have probably married someone of your rank and he should have never fallen in love with a human, but still… It felt so right being with you, it felt so humane, and no matter how much he would like to deny it, he missed this humane side of his. The heart palpitations whenever you were too close to him to let the opportunity go, the burning sensation that you left on his skin whenever you let go of him after holding his hand for sometime, the thrilled shivers going down his spine whenever he caught sight of you walking towards the lagoon, and that deep, deep feeling in his heart that you were there, with him, for him, and you cared.

And Taeyang, oh how much he thought that he was being careful, but maybe he was blinded by all those sun-tainted kisses, all the salty water flavours of you, all the shades your eyes took on whenever you were swimming in the sea under the midnight moonlight, all the layers you could show him affection and all the colours you brought into his life. And he be damned for not telling you about what he was sooner…

Because when you were sitting on the rocks together, your head resting in the crook of his neck, fingers intertwined in his lap, watched by the eerie moonlight, Taeyang could feel his siren self reaching into him, and slowly - like a tremor - spreading through his body. He wanted to quiet it down, he wanted to numb it, but it just kept coming on stronger and stronger, the waves pulling him under. It always started slow, but would come on soon, and he knew he needed to act fast.

“I… I have to go…” He said hastily, letting go of your hand, trying to push himself off the ground when you reached after his arm, looking up at him with wide, worried eyes. His heart broke at the sight, but he had to go against what his heart wished for, what your heart wished for.

“Where are you going? What’s wrong?”

“You don’t understand. I can’t be around you. You should go,” he insisted, and damn you, why did you have such a strong grip? Why couldn’t you let him go?

“Then make me understand, Taeyang. You can’t just leave like…” You left the sentence hanging in the air as the boy yanked your hand away. He knew that the sea wasn’t far away, but his siren self was resurfacing soon, and he didn’t know if he had enough time, especially with you still in his footsteps.

“Run, please, go… I don’t want to hurt you,” he pleaded as he gave you one last glance before jumping from the rock to another, feet moving as fast as he could. He didn’t even look where he was going or if you were still there, he just concentrated on getting to the edge of the cliff, so he could jump from it. With him in the water, you wouldn’t hear him sing, and that’s exactly what he wanted.

But he faltered and fell, his feet slipping between two rocks, and he yelped - what exactly he shouldn’t have because you turned back hearing his cry and asked if he was okay. You shouldn’t have… you should have gone further, and he should have already been in the water, but there he was, face bruised from falling onto the uneven rocks, ankle hurting where it came in contact with the cold hard surface, and he felt it coming, he felt it nearing… It was too late, he was too late…

He gathered all the strength he had left though, and pushed himself off the ground, but his siren self was stronger, and with you getting closer to him again, he couldn’t keep it in. He opened his mouth and started singing. Afterwards, it was like a battle between his human and siren selves, the song a plea, a cry, a warning, but all he could see was wonder in your eyes - the same kind of wonder he had seen in his parents’ eyes before he had killed them.

He just kept on going, but his human self was strong and wanted to leave, wanted to escape, his feet moving on their own, but you were already under his spell, and soon enough, your eyes widened, awe replaced by terror, and soon, your body bent like a flower in the wind, and you feel to the rocks. His human side knew he couldn’t do anything more for you, but he still jumped towards you to be able to catch you in time.

When he did so, he laid you in his lap, and despite the previous times he held you like this, he felt no warmth, no thrill now. Your body was fragile, it seemed weightless - given up on fighting the power his voice held. His voice that called your name sweetly, teasingly, lovingly so many times… now it was turning you sick, turning you…

When the song came to an end, your lips curled upwards for the briefest moment as you whispered:

“I knew it. You have the most beautiful voice, my siren,” you half-said, half-coughed through your last breaths, and Taeyang held you tighter as if it could avoid or prolong the moment he had to let go of your body that had started to go cold. Why did he have to have such a special ability if he couldn’t save anyone, let alone the one who saved him? Why did he have to bear the weight of his loved ones falling to their death because of him? Was it really his sin to carry?

“I’m sorry…” He cried out, his voice raspy and pleading and bleeding. Nothing like the beautiful singer, he felt like his voice was the ugliest now, the rawest, the most sorrowful as the words rolled off his tongue. “I love you,” he confessed through tears, and your eyelashes flattered as if you had heard him, but then, you closed your eyes for one last time.

All the colours of his surroundings, all the light from the moonlight, all the beckoning whispers from the sea seemed to fade away, seemed to numb into darkness. There was nothing else, just the last image of your loving eyes burned into his brain, the last warmth coming from your body as you still held onto him despite the song of death reaching your ears, and despite the fact that he had all the time in the world, an eternity left of his damn immortal life, it felt like nothing, it felt useless without you in it.

The world seemed soundless for the first time.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading the fic despite its tragic ending! I can't say that I didn't feel bad for killing off a character, but I feel like such an AU called for such an ending (but I know I've also written a siren AU before where they lived happily ever after...).

Anyways, the Harmony: All In concept photos definitely did inspire me to write a siren!Theo fic (hence the header), though I have to admit this was supposed to be a Golcha Y fic at first. Nevertheless, I think the whole plot fits Theo more, so I hope you don't mind that I've changed it from a Golcha fic to a P1Harmony one.

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the young royals; yoo taeyang

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summary ➣ Upon a conversation where Prince Taeyang and his most loyal and cherished knight, Y/N, revisit their past, Taeyang struggles to decide if he’s ready to let his revelations out as their conversation comes to a close, and to let his last shot at telling Y/N how he really feels about him slip away.

genre ➣ fluff | royalty au

requested - 👍 by @alexsinsulin

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A trickle of laughter rang throughout the indomitably large throne room, ringing against elaborately embellished walls, refracting of crystals hung from ornate chandeliers. Despite how small it sounded by the time that faint melody of childlike giggling reached the corners of the room, it still managed to stretch itself out and spread its colour across all the emptiness that the Prince - the next in line to inherit the crown tied to this entire room, this entire keep, this entire castle, and this entire kingdom - Yoo Taeyang, would complain about.

In fact, after Taeyang’s late father’s - the King’s - recent death, Taeyang’s a lot closer to the crown that he ever thought he could be. The ceremony is soon, and everything leading up to it has kept Taeyang trapped, ensnared in stress and panic and feelings of inadequacy that the weight of his crown always kept dragging behind him.

This room within the castle’s keep was usually solitary, barely inhabited, and with nothing in the room to make use of - all its contents barely even functional, ‘decorative’ Taeyang would say and ‘marvellous’, ‘elaborate’, ‘luxurious’ others would say - but ornamental, golden engravings and spires and expensive silk drapery. The throne wasn’t even worthy of the Prince, only for the king’s bouts of pondering and need for space.

The two figures within the room, therefore, needed to improvise and snag a few of the ornately carved velvet seats along one of the walls and drag them into the room as if they weren’t built from some of the most expensive wood, upholstered by the finest velvet and glossed over with a golden varnish that even Taeyang knew took considerable effort to get. They were now near the center of the room, Taeyang in a tall-backed armchair, feet kicked up on a small stool, and Y/N sat up straight, alert, almost rigid in a stool across from Taeyang - the Prince he’s served as a fully-fledged knight under for almost a year now.

Conversations with Y/N in this throne room, a place that usually only reminded him of loneliness, and emptiness, made everything that kept him awake at night slip his mind - as if it all never existed.

“What is it with you and near-misses with wild animals?” Y/N didn’t have his armour on anymore, he shed his mail and plating as soon as he could when his patrol and duties ended during midday, but he still couldn’t help but feel its shadow nip a thim, beckon an itch or two. He lifted an eyebrow toward Taeyang with a smirk that was more amused than annoyed, especially given that this drew too many parallels to how they met.

“Okay, you’re making it sound like a frequent thing!” Taeyang whined, no matter how much closer he got to the crown, no matter how much closer to getting that throne behind them - perched upon that dais as if it were looking down on them - to Y/N, he was still the child he met in the forest clearing behind the castle. “I thought that was why you loved me so much anyways.” Taeyang watched himself, pressing his lips together subtly enough that Y/N wouldn’t catch him watching his words almost too carefully. He hated needing to tread so lightly around words like that, but if he leaned too carelessly onto them, they might be having an entirely different conversation altogether - one Taeyang’s always wanted to have, but still doesn’t feel ready for.

“As your royal guard, your highness.” Y/N chuckled as Taeyang stretched his foot out to nudge at Y/N, and only laughed even harder as he swatted away Taeyang’s attack with a deft yet precise flick of his hand. As much combat and tactical and field training Y/N has done, he always walks into conversations with Taeyang knowing for a fact that it will never be enough. “I would prefer if you didn’t make near-deaths-by-wild-animals a personality trait.”

Taeyang puffed his cheeks out with a strained, huff sounding breath as he stretched his foot out again to nudge Y/N’s side once more, and smiling as Y/N let him prod against the tunic Taeyang got specially made for Y/N’s birthday. He draped his leg across Y/N’s with a dramatic sigh and slumped back in his chair, and recalled the day they first met with a smile as Y/N absently, wordlessly ran his diligent hands across the blemishes in his brand new trousers.

While many tried to embellish Taeyang’s recklessness and call it an ‘explorative spirit’, many servants within the castle walls would simply state his status as an immediate threat to society with how much of a nuisance he was to keep track of. The moment he was old enough to dawn his very own embroidered tunics and wield a frail training sword in his hands, he wanted to leave the castle - the break through its confines and explore, wander, discover on his own. This was often to the detriment of those who were set to look after him, as he was always begging and whining to head past boundaries and practice swordplay in the trees that skirted the back of the castle.

One day he managed to sneak away from his carers and make his way around the castle and toward the forest by the castle, with nothing to protect him but a gold-laced tunic, stockings and a hollow, wooden training sword strapped to his back by one of his hardened leather belts. He was barely a dozen paces in before he could feel this hesitance finally begin to trickle into his head, but he dove deeper into thicket through thicket of trees, losing himself among the countless spires of wood nearly piercing the sky.

As Y/N would later always say to describe Taeyang’s reckless abandon, he was ‘in way over his head’, Taeyang was soon lost - unable to find his way out. To a kid barely reaching his teens, it felt like hours tripping over roots of trees, flinching at any sound made within feet of him, even if it was the sounds of his soft loafers curling around stones and twigs. However, one crackle against the ground hung in the branches longer, heavier than the rest, and before Taeyang could meet it halfway, a bellowing roar of a wild boar shook Taeyang to his core, nearly the entire forest around him, too.

He didn’t know where to go, what to do. That training sword on his back may as well have been a blade of grass. He couldn’t do anything but let out a whimper as he scrambled to the side before the animal before him, just a few large bounds away from him, even decided to charge. As it did, as it trampled the ground before him and set itself to ram right into Taeyang’s chest, an arm swept under and around his and dragged him out of the way. He kept his eyes shut too tightly to see the boar running into the tree right behind where he was standing, splintering its trunk and dizzying itself in the process.

All he heard was a thud, a crackle of leaves and branches and the heavy breathing of whoever swept him off his feet, and when he found it in himself to open his eyes, to feel the world around him, he found himself in a completely new area of the forest. It was an edge where litter and mosses and exposed roots met the grassy fields that bordered the sides of his castle - he’s never been happier to see it.

“What were you doing in there? It’s dangerous!”

Taeyang looked up at his saviour, and by the looks and sound of it, the person standing above him, a thicker training sword at his hip and a determined yet panicked look in his entrancing eyes, was not much older than he was. Maybe even younger by the way the sound of his voice was just teetering off its childlike shrillness. Taeyang was on the ground, splayed out on the grass, the feeling of this mystery boy’s arms around him still keeping his chest wound up and tight.

“Hey, I’m talking to you! Are you alright?”

“I-I’m Taeyang…” Was all Taeyang could stupidly sputter out. Maybe his name would ring some bells? It has ever since his birth, maybe this mystery boy would recognize him, bring him home, maybe they could do anything but sit in this startled silence. Except, on second thought, Taetang didn’t mind the silence, it gave him time to mull over his lack of response to the mystery boy’s question, as well as the giggle that spilled from his lips as he stepped forward and lent Taeyang a hand.

“I’m Y/N.”

Nothing changed by the mention of Taeyang’s name, and Taeyang felt this massive subconscious weight lifted off of him somehow. Perhaps Y/N didn’t know what a Prince was, who the Prince was? And if Taeyang was being honest, he didn’t necessarily know the answer to both of those right now either. He took Y/N’s hand with a wide grin that drained the sunlight from the sky, and chuckled as Y/N matched him with one of his own. The next thing he knew, all his fear, his quick brush against certain death, was nothing to him but a faint echo as their conversation instantly skipped to the swords they had strapped to them and soon the clacks between them as they instantly began to fight each other with them.

Taeyang wouldn’t know this until later, but Y/N’s constant comfort, his ability to drain Taeyang of all his worries, would become a constant in his life.

“When I found out you were the Prince… I almost felt myself slip from reality.” Y/N widened his eyes as he looked down at Taeyang’s trousers, scoffing at the ways he already found to get cotton this expensive so dirty. Then again, Taeyang has recently tried to jump Y/N while he’s training alone by the barracks, and that never ends well for either of them - Taeyang on his back in the sand, Y/N pinning him down, his eyes rolling so hard he’s probably pulled a muscle by now.

Y/N almost forgot what it was like back when they were in this stage before their friendship, back when Y/N regarded Taeyang’s lineage, revered it. They’re so close now, that the crown comes as a second thought to them, it’s their bond first, the memories that tie them together, and whatever throne Taeyang were sitting atop next came second.

It didn’t matter what seat it was, Taeyang would always find a way to drag one right next to his for Y/N to sit across from him and fight against Taeyang’s poor attempts to start play-fighting on carpets worth more than both of their lives.

“Yeah,” Taeyang hummed wistfully, a chuckle cutting him short as he tried to nudge at Y/N again with his foot but had his weight completely thrown to the side as Y/N swept Taeyang’s leg off his lap. “But I still will never be able to forget the way you just didn’t know what my name stood for. You treated me like I mattered the same as you did and then kicked my ass with that sword. I’m pretty sure I still have the bruises.” Another burst of laughter filled up the emptiness in the room around them. Taeyang didn’t know exactly why he felt the rush he did when Y/N didn’t recognize him for his title, barely even cared to temper his voice or go easy on him in their play-fights by the edge of the forest, but later - now - he realized that their type of friendship was meant to be like nothing else he’s ever experienced. “I dunno, it just felt so grounding and moral in a life full of off-putting irregularity that’s pretty much my normal - as much as I appreciate being the Prince.”

“Yes, I’m sure nearly getting impaled by that boar was very grounding indeed.” Y/N rolled his eyes, grinning even as he watched Taeyang pout and slump back in his seat with a defeated whine.

“I’m trying to say thank you!” Taeyang threw his hands up, trying not to let his petulance break under the weight of Y/N’s laughter as he almost toppled over the edge of his own seat.

As time has built them up and worn them down and shaped and sculpted them, Taeyang’s found it more and more difficult to hide all the things Y/N made him feel behind pouting lips and petulant whines and broken breaths held in puffed out chests. Even sitting here, with the remnants of the morning’s light spilling through the throne room’s large but narrow windows and falling against Y/N in gentle ivory blooms of light, Taeyang could barely hold himself back. It was as if Y/n’s very presence is almost tortuous to him now.

“Was that what that was?” Y/N lifted an eyebrow with that signature smirk that practically etched itself into Taeyang’s mind. Ever since Y/N first shone it toward him the third time they met in the castle’s halls on the way to Y/N’s first day of knight training - when Taeyang’s begging finally got Y/N to stop kneeling to him the moment they met eyes - it’s never left his thoughts. Taeyang never wants it to change.

“YES!”

“Alright, if his royal highness says so.”

‘His royal highness’... Upon greeting countless memories of Y/N’s melodious voice drawing out every syllable in such a deliberately grating way, Taeyang didn’t know whether to cringe or smile fondly at them. Y/N hasn’t necessarily used it that much now - they’ve raided and pillaged that joke, burned it to the ground, by the time Y/N was knighted. However, Y/N’s always delighted to bring it back every now and then just to make Taeyang groan. Taeyang has this sneaking suspicion that Y/N knows how much fondness he hides beneath all his layers of visceral distaste for the ways Y/N’s teased him - past and present.

Y/N carving out those words brought Taeyang back to a memory so particular. And, perhaps, it was a moment where Taeyang knew for a fact that he wasn’t just a Prince, and Y/N wasn’t just going to be any other knight in his father’s army. He wasn’t going to be another armoured figure in the mass of hopeful cadets and squires, and that Y/N wasn’t just going to be ‘the mystery boy who saved him from certain death that one time’. He was going to be this recurring character in Taeyang’s daydreams, the trigger of so many thoughts and daydreams that Taeyang would let wander aimlessly for as long as his consciousness could muster.

Y/N was always more to him than Taeyang could ever conceive. Taeyang had a vague idea of what sparked everything he was feeling, and for how long he’s been holding all this suppressed weight to his words, but it all becomes so much clearer with every time Y/N’s relentless teasing would submerge them all the way to Taeyang’s golden circlet in nostalgia too inviting for Taeyang’s confined affections to withstand.

Looking at Y/N now, Taeyang can feel threads already unwinding, unravelling around him and all his admiration, all his frustratingly unexplainable feelings. They slipped, pulled at him, and came through, leaked out in ways only he notices.

His casual observations - the light on Y/N’s skin, the way he looks in his armour, those eyes, those beautiful eyes, his voice, the way he’s never lost his smile, his beautiful fucking face - they don’t feel so casual anymore. There’s now something sickly sweet staining every single one, something that Taeyang can’t get rid of - and wouldn’t dare to get rid of. It all started as he was allowed to sit in and watch Y/N on his first day of knight’s training, more specifically, when he managed to lure Y/N away from the crowd and brought him to a corner of his empty sitting area he knew nobody could see them.

“You requested for me, your majesty?” Y/N took timid steps into Taeyang’s sitting room, his voice hesitant to even strip itself from the safety of his tongue. He was nearly breathless as it was, his training rigorous, nearly ruthless compared to anything he’s ever known. A relentless ache battered through him as Taeyang turned toward him in an embroidered tunic, completely pristine, spotless compared to Y/N’s completely marred and dirt-ridden training armour.

“Y/N…” Taeyang rolled up the sleeves of his tunic and sat down on a rich velvet bench that overlooked the training yard upon a platform a few feet off the ground. The sunlight streamed down and lit up the cobbles beneath their feet, and Y/N looked around, slightly paranoid that people were going to catch him way too close to the prince. “You can cut out that whole ordeal now, nobody’s watching I assure you..” Taeyang gestured out to the field that was once filled with knights-in training - now completely empty, devoid of nothing but splintered training swords and a few helmets dented beyond repair. He watched with a small smile as Y/N let out a breath he’s probably been holding since Taeyang whispered orders to meet him in his sitting area.

It was almost as if something snapped or crumbled in Y/N, as an easy, weightless smile overcame him, the one that Taeyang was more used to seeing than not whenever they would sneak off to Taeyang’s personal study to fool around with the inks and papers. They’ve become much closer since their first encounter in the forest, and their second and third encounters in the castle - Taeyang should’ve known Y/N was a squire from the moment he was saved - Y/N’s fearlessness, the fit of his tailored squire’s tunic, the elaborate leather scabbard he slid his training sword into. It made Taeyang all the more interested in him, and it made getting closer, seeing each other more often whenever Taeyang would slip away from guards and get time to himself, so much easier.

“You’ve been training hard, so you can relax here if you like…” Taeyang trailed off, patting the space next to him. The sunlight streaming down in golden dapples practically made the velvet next to Taeyang shimmer, beckoning Y/N closer. Y/N barely hesitated, finding his space on a bench that cadets like him were barely even allowed to see, let alone sit on - especially next to the prince. Letting out another breath, Y/N looked up to Taeyang, only to see this glint of disappointment in his eyes as he squinted in the sunlight to get a better look at him.

“What is it?” Y/N asked, confused by the way Taeyang’s lips formed something between a pout and a sheepish frown. It was as if he wanted to say something, do something or ask something, but was scared of letting it out. Taeyang was the prince, though, wasn’t asking for things and receiving them on the spot pretty much his entire thing? Especially with how needy Taeyang was, Y/N was surprised by his hestiance, yet still waited patiently for his voice to finally pick itself up from the ground.

“You can relax…” Taeyang, although stiffly, gestured to his lap, “here…” His lips were tied up in a tightly wound grimace as he kept his eyes trained on the ground between his boots, fearful of Y/N’s response. They were close, but not that close, and Taeyang was worried that the silence between them was going to be pulled so taut, so roughly between them until their only relief would be found in the general’s orders to return to the field.

Taeyang’s fears and doubts were thrown aside, though, as Y/N soon responded with a playful smirk strewn across his face - one Taeyang will get all too familiar with seeing grace Y/N’s features.

Y/N kept his eyes on where Taeyang’s shaking hands gestured vaguely - an attempt at indifference that just ended up mocking it instead - and let his sheepishness flood his voice. “I don’t know if I should do that, wouldn’t favouritism from the prince kind of breach the crown’s integrity in our training?”

It took a while for Taeyang to realize that he actually got a reaction that wasn’t disgust, repulsion, or anything else that reeked of this tense, inoffensive discomfort that Taeyang honestly loathed more than anything else. In fact, as Taeyang looked up from his lap and his vision faded in and out of focus in the sunlight, he managed to catch this coy shine in Y/N’s eyes and a bloom of brightness in his narrow smirk. After what felt like a torturously long stretch of silence that consisted of nothing but Taeyang plucking Y/N’s words from the sky, turning them over, he finally shuddered and scowled as he finally began to hear the teasing beneath all of it.

“I’m not favouring you!” Taeyang whined, anything to cover up the blatant, obvious fact that their friendship definitely led to some sort of favouritism.

“Well, after this, I’ll investigate and see if anybody else has received an offer to lay on his royal highness’ lap.” Y/N giggled before lifting his eyebrow, craning his neck over the sitting area’s stone brick parapet and pretending to scan the field for roaming figures of his fellow knights in training. He looked back and soaked in the slight panic that Taeyang scrambled to hide under a scrunched up frown. There was nothing he liked more than watching the crowned prince, ‘his royal highness’, slipping up and nearly dropping the circlet nestled in his neatly groomed hair onto the ground with every time one of Y/N’s sly glances or crude smirks defied the respect he was supposed to give a person of Taeyang’s stature.

It was Taeyang’s fault that he inadvertently gave Y/N so much power with his constant berating of Y/N’s emphatic worshipping of him upon their first few meetings within the castle.

It took a while for Y/N to initially get over the whole ‘paying respect to the crown and royalty’ thing, Taeyang’s chastising for letting his reverence slip definitely made sure of that, but after it stuck, after Y/N let his sass and cockiness and jesting remarks carelessly slip out of him, screwing around with his friend, Prince Taeyang, became one of his favourite pastimes.

“Shut up and take a breather.” Taeyang turned away, arms folded and the ends of his words caught up in a huff-like breath. He still left his lap open, though, and as he glared out the corner of his eye, he caught Y/N’s hesitance and instantly opened his arm to welcome Y/N in. He hoped that Y/N didn’t catch how bright his smile of satisfaction was as Y/N finally leaned in and settled his head gingerly across Taeyang’s thighs. “I’ll make sure the general makes training more rigorous for you so you’ll need the rest.” Taeyang smiled triumphantly as he rested his hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

“It is of the greatest honours to have thine lap as sweet reprieve from training, your majesty.” Y/N made an effort to nestle further into Taeyang’s lap with a small smile, the tart sweetness of his sarcasm soaking the air and drawing out Taeyang’s laughter. Soon enough, though, they had no words left to speak, no mocking or teasing left to recite into the sun-stained air around them. Y/N enjoyed the silence, but with the start of his knight training, he didn’t know how many opportunities they’d get to sneak away from their duties and spend more time like this; he was looking for something to fill in the silence, stuff in as much as he could into this slight window of time. “Hey.”

“Yeah?” Taeyang absently answered, fighting every urge to tuck that stray lock of slightly sweat-soaked hair away from where it dangled by Y/N’s eyes.

He won over himself, though - We’ve met literally four times, maybe on the seventh you could get away with it without him looking at you weird, Taeyang thought relentlessly to himself. But, also, he dared to think realistically, looking into the way Y/N stared at nothing in particular, maybe tracing the lines in the stone brick parapet like he did whenever he’d lie down on this bench and have nothing to do but wait for Y/N to slip away from his Lord to see him for what would be - by then - their third meeting within castle walls.

Maybe never… Maybe, no matter how many times they meet, no matter how many opportunities they get to become closer, they’ll never be more than friends on the verge of whatever’s bubbling in Taeyang’s stomach.

“Have you thought about any of the maidens recently?”

Taeyang didn’t know in which way Y/N’s question struck him first, struck him hardest. He had a hard time determining the different aches that climbed all of his body, suffocating him like those heavy tunics of decadent velvet that his father always made him wear to court gatherings.

“Maidens? Why?” Taeyang flinched at his own questions and the shock and sudden offense that laced his words. He stumbled to cover for the way his voice curved up and into the sky. Y/N didn’t even flinch, recognizing the way Taeyang choked on his words, he simply stayed there, resting on Taeyang’s lap, unmoving. “I mean no, not yet. I have other duties to attend to.”

“Ah, I see, the ordeal of maidens is far too frivolous for his royal highness.”

Taeyang snapped his head down to where Y/N let out a tired, yet brilliant smile. He slapped Y/N in the shoulder he knew would hurt more - his sword-wielding arm - and watched with glee as Y/N let out a soft groan. “You know I can get you and your snark terminated from your military troupe with nothing but a snap of my fingers, right?”

“Aw, well…” Y/N tried to brave through the ache, and Taeyang was quick to smooth his hand over where he slapped - he probably didn’t know how close Y/N’s body was to completely shattering upon impact with anything, even air at this point. He still kept his eyes coy, his voice laced with his golden sharpness like the copper threads that lined Taeyang’s tunic sleeves. “Who else would you have to rest in your lap?”

Unfortunately, Y/N had a point - even with the lap part… Y/N was the closest thing that Taeyang had to friendship anywhere, despite the people that his father pushed him to be congenial and amicable with, despite his blunders outside of castle walls as he met other heirs around his age. It was just never quite the same as everything that Y/N was to him back home, back here.

“I… Whatever- Stop looking at me like that! “ Taeyang realized the instant Y/N knew he won over him. He knew he had to get used to that more than he already was - Y/N winning over him - but he couldn’t. That slight fondness that flourished under his annoyance with every time he stumbled across Y/N’s triumphant smirks, he wanted to keep that. “But yeah, maidens haven’t been on my mind…” This conversation felt bitter on Taeyang’s tongue, though, different from the others they’ve had. He didn’t know what to make of it, and he wanted to switch the topic to something that would leave a better taste in his mouth, but something - a burning in his heart - wanted to dig deeper, dive deeper into this ache that fostered deep in his chest. “How about you?”

“I mean of course, I feel like almost everyone our age is looking at each other differently now.”

“Anyone in particular?”

Taeyang wasn’t even in control of his words at this point. His focus back on the way Y/N’s sweat-soaked hair dangled in front of his eyes, and how urges still rose in him to delicately push it back, back and away from the way Y/N’s eyes glittered with this passive happiness that always idled there.

“His royal highness is very curious.” Y/N looked up with a crooked smile, earning a scoff from above him.

He lost track of how long his head had rested in Taeyang’s lap - he liked it. He shuffled onto his back and felt Taeyang’s hand that rested on his shoulder fall to his mail-covered stomach. He didn’t care much about the weight of Taeyang’s touch against him, in fact, he didn’t mind it at all; his focus laid on the plunging neckline of Taeyang’s rich, purple and copper tunic, and how the ruffled collar of his undershirt practically bent to Taeyang’s will, fitting perfectly around his neck.

“Well yeah,” Y/N took a breath and continued, matching Taeyang’s small smile as he looked down to meet Y/N’s eyes. He didn’t notice, though, how quickly Taeyang’s lips loosened at its corners once Y/N’s gaze drifted over to the way the sunlight glanced over the stone tiles beneath them. Taeyang braced himself for Y/N’s musings, his stomach already beginning to twist up, shy away from a pain he didn’t know he could ever feel. “There was this one girl who meet my eyes in the hall by the dining hall - we couldn’t pull our stares away from each other, then there was that girl who helped me wax my training armour, then the girl I was paired with to train against those straw dummies by the targets.”

Taeyang finally realized what all this fire under his skin meant, what that ache he felt biting into him as Y/N drew his breath to talk about the girls within the castle walls. It was his first taste of jealousy, and his first realization that he held Y/N in a regard that he never had with anybody else before. Nobody else made him gravitate in this way, everything he could need revolved around him and the crown, not the other way around, but Y/N - all of Y/N - seemed to shift that gravity in a second, leave Taeyang wanting and needing and missing and longing, feeling nothing but this bitterness whenever he can actually see Y/N out of his reach like this.

These feelings, these indeterminable blurs of emotion, they all belonged to Y/N.

Taeyang wanted to find a way to shift all the weight from off his chest, to make it easier to support a smile against Y/N’s haphazard one. “I’ll make sure she takes your spot at the ceremony.” He smiled as Y/N flinched against his words, looking up with awe-stricken, nearly pleading eyes.

“Hey!” Y/N snapped his hand up and slapped Taeyang’s chest, but didn’t realize until too late what he just did. Friend or not, he just hit the Prince. Not even seconds after he tried to bring his hand back down - his arm frozen in the hair out of pure shock - and Y/N was already tripping over himself, scrambling to lean up from Taeyang’s lap. “Oh… Oh my… I’m so sorry… I…”

Taeyang held Y/N down by the shoulders, though, catching him with as wild and angered a glare as he could pretend to make. “You dare inflict harm upon The Prince!? I condemn thee to execution!”

Everything hung in the air after Taeyang’s declaration.

“Really-”

“No! You twat…” Taeyang reached down to make even more of a mess of Y/N’s hair, finally making an excuse to tuck that unruly lock of hair behind Y/N’s ear, away from his face. He felt Y/N relax almost instantly, as many held breaths as Y/N could fit in his chest all leaking out at once. With all the jokes they toss around like nothing Taeyang would have expected more of Y/N, but, despite how Y/N forgoes all the courtesies that come with worshipping the crown, he still carries the faintest amounts of respect and chivalry.

He was already perfect, Y/N was already Taeyang’s knight in shining armour.

“Wait…” Y/N, now sure that he wasn’t standing inches away from certain death by gallows or anything like that, began to pick apart Taeyang’s words with a sinister smile that Taeyang was already bracing himself for. “So you said I had a spot at the ceremony?”

“You bloody-”

A smack to Y/N’s mail-armoured chest was cut off by the stiff and serrated call of the General, commanding all squires to fall back onto the training field. Y/N shot up with a gleeful smile, scrambled for his training sword and bid Taeyang a rushed wave farewell, Taeyang barely even had the time to muster a frustrated glare or call back, or even let out an irritated sigh before Y/N was already gone, rushing to join the fray that collected by the field.

All Taeyang could do now was look over the parapet and into the field, where he could barely make out Y/N from the rest of the crowd as soon as he slid his helmet on, undoing all the inner turmoil and conflict Taeyang underwent in order to finally build the courage to fix his hair. However, he never truly lost Y/N, he could pick him out of a crowd of ten, of hundreds, of the entire kingdom if he had to.

Y/N’s stolen glances up to where Taeyang was sitting also helped. Taeyang didn’t know for sure, but he hoped Y/N shared his smiles whenever he threw them his way.

“I still remember the knighting ceremony, you know.” Y/N leaned back in his seat, stretching out his legs out as he could already see Taeyang’s sheepish expression begin to take him over. He felt himself smiling at it, the way he kept peeking over the King’s shoulder to catch Taeyang shifting in his seat, a suppressed smile stretched tightly across his lips as he did his best to hold back his excitement for Y/N’s knighting.

Despite the embarrassment that resurfaced with every time Y/N would bring up Taeyang burst at the seams, struggling to hold himself back for the hours that the knighting ceremony lasted for, all Taeyang could feel was this overwhelming pride. He was just so proud of Y/N for making that far - he knew for a fact that Y/N was going to become one of their most well respected knights. Now that Taeyang is close to becoming King - his coronation is within the next week or so - he might finally be able to rope Y/N into joining the royal guard. The only reason as to why Y/N hasn’t become the royal guard’s treasured member was simply because Y/N wanted to stay where he was - Taeyang respected that to an extent, but that didn’t stop him from pleading to his late father every opportunity he got.

“You almost embarrassed yourself several times in front of all the castle’s people. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.” Y/N chuckled to himself, remembering so clearly how he stepped up to the dais to get knighted by Taeyang’s father, only to see Taeyang’s bitten-lipped smile, hands under his thighs to prevent them from shooting up into the air, and jaw tightened in order to fasten a whoop of excitement down to his chest. “But, speaking of, someone else here’s gonna be having his very own ceremony soon…”

Y/N looked up, the glimmers in his eyes something in between apologetic and casual; compassionate. Y/N’s gaze whenever it settled on Taeyang, it was always so compassionate. Taeyang fought so hard for the flush he could feel welling up beneath his skin to stay there, not show in his cheeks, neck, around his ears where his hair would always stick out from under his circlets. He didn’t know how long he could hold back all these emotions from Y/N - at this point, even the weight of Y/N’s eyes on him was too much to bear without feeling fires twist up in his stomach, tie knots in his throat.

It felt like he was drowning, submerged in his own unintelligible mess of thoughts and feelings, and he didn’t know when he’d ever be able to breach the surface. There was an instance where Taeyang was really close, thrashing fingers meeting the waves’ threshold for one moment that was gone the moment he could feel air against his skin. Maybe he should’ve said anything then, when the light shining through the castle windows hit Y/N the exact same, in the most delicate, effortless way as ivory sunlight spilled down Y/N’s chest, fell against his skin and lit up his smile in a way Taeyang couldn’t conceive.

That moment in particular, was when Taeyang realized he had nobody left, nobody but Y/N. It was the day of his father’s death, the day Taeyang understood what the golds and royal blues in his blood really meant, who he really was and who he was now forced to become. He never felt the weight of the throne on him until that moment, and he was so close to buckling under it all, snapping his crown over his knee and abandoning everything he knew. He was only inches before breaking until Y/N caught him, held him still and reminded him to keep his head up, not let the crown fall from his head - how the crown fitted perfectly, it fitted his boundless ego.

With everything Taeyang was supposed to amount to, all the things set in line for him that looked more like rows of dominoes, ready to fall, he simply accepted the fact that he’d never be good enough, and that his father’s only child would be a disappointment to the crown’s legacy.

But Y/N’s endless support, his reminders of how much Taeyang deserved, mattered, and how much Taeyang was truly worthy of, assured Taeyang that Y/N knew him more than Taeyang could ever know of himself. He was ready, he was deserving; there was going to be a lot of pressure, the weight and demands of an entire kingdom rested on his shoulders, but with Y/N there to steady his hands, he realized that he could hold the entire world in them if he wanted to.

It was at that moment, Taeyang, his vision a blur of tears as he felt himself curl up in Y/N’s arms, could still see the soft smile on Y/N’s lips, the comfort that radiated from his mere presence, the softness of his voice, the way his hands held Taeyang’s tear-stained cheeks and swept his tears away with the weight of a spring breeze. They were so close, their lips were so close, their gentle smiles were so close, Y/N’s body was so close to his… A flicker of sunlight between them and everything that left Taeyang restless would be set to flames, reduced to ash, and all the tangled feelings wound up in him would snap.

But they didn’t seal their fates between their lips. Taeyang just pressed his forehead to Y/N’s as he held Taeyang by his neck, stroking back his hair in a moment of silence that was so profoundly blissful, yet so painful at the same time. Taeyang’s feelings weren’t just an ephemeral sparkle in the sky like the stars were to the night, they were this everlasting and intense mark on him, like the sunset’s colours were on everything it kissed goodnight. He didn’t like Y/N - those smiles as Y/N rounded corners to meet him, and his frowns as Y/N disappeared back around them to leave weren’t just affection. He loved Y/N, he loved Y/N more than anything he has ever known.

From that point, though, Taeyang didn’t know for how long he’d need to bury all of it under layers of petulant whines, stifled sighs and scrambles to take back the slips in his wording.

“You know, when dad died,” Taeyang fidgeted with his fingers, taking a breath that felt like embers on his tongue. “I didn’t think I could do it - take on the burden of the crown. I have the trust of all my people in my hands, and the only things I can think about are all the ways that I can fumble it - that trust…”

Taeyang didn’t feel how tightly wound his fists were until he felt Y/N’s soft touch open his fingers back up. Y/N took Taeyang’s hand in his own, gave it a reassuring squeeze without taking his eyes off the ground.

“I didn’t think I was worthy,” Taeyang continued, smiling down at Y/N as he watched him grab Taeyang’s other hand, pulling Taeyang closer toward Y/N by the delicate grip he had on his wrists. Shuffling forward on his seat, Taeyang leaned forward to rest his forehead against Y/N’s, a gesture they’ve always shared in tender moments such as these, yet the gravity of it doesn’t hit Taeyang until he could feel Y/N softening against his makeshift embrace, leaning against Taeyang. “But you helped me see everything I couldn’t, and you reminded me that I’m worthy. I couldn’t have done any of this without you - from saving me in the woods to saving me here…” Taeyang could barely finish before the sweetness of gentle laughter overtook him; he didn’t even need to string together the last of his words, Y/N was always there to finish them for him.

“My job is never done, your majesty…” Y/N said, his voice a shred of a whisper, barely weighing against the air. He still kept his hold on Taeyang’s hands and smiled as Taeyang caressed his knuckles with his thumbs, absently turning Y/N’s own hands over in his, surveying them.

Even after all Y/N’s put himself through as a knight, and his hands still feel as soft as they did when Y/N took Taeyang’s hand in his for the first time, helping him up from the ground on the fringes of that forest. They were so young, naive, and originally, Taeyang thought his mind was too much of a mess to fully realize all the things he was feeling. But even back then, the sparks of Taeyang’s admiration began to light.

“You’re going to make a great king, and I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

“I wish you didn’t like patrolling so much so you could just be my hand already.” They shared a chuckle, thinking about how Y/N could’ve been promoted so many times by now; however, they both knew that Y/N wouldn’t be able to handle being cooped up within the castle walls for as long as the King’s hand would be. He enjoyed the limited freedom that patrolling the perimeters gave him - especially those times at lavender sunrises when he’d sneak off and feed the alley cats by the tavern not too far away from the castle’s walls. Not a lot of fresh air and sunlight makes it through the windows of the castle.

However, the stray dapples of sunlight that managed their way into the castle were all revolving around Y/N, setting his skin alight with shimmers, igniting his eyes as they took on this beautiful fire in them. No matter how powerful Taeyang can become with the crown on his head and the throne beneath him, it was Y/N who had the entire world revolving around him.

And Taeyang couldn’t do anything but feel himself fall into Y/N’s orbit like everything else around them.

“Can you put ‘long walks by the beach’ on the job application?” Y/N looked up, a sheepish yet sly smile on his face, one that Taeyang found himself still failing to resist; he’s not sure he’ll ever find the power in him to do so.

“Well, as King, I think arrangements can be made.” Taeyang titled his head with a grin of his own. Even as the Prince, there are a lot of things that Taeyang would do just to have Y/N a little closer to him every day - to make their time together more than chiselling out free time and making excuses for their absences.

“Perfect, I’ll consider it-” Y/N was halfway through shining another smile until he heard an all-too-familiar call of the general’s horn leaking through the cracks of the throne room. Y/N was due for receiving his round of orders for the remainder of the day, as well, he was also set to aid in training a group of especially promising squires. He loved attending to his duties as much as the next knight, however, all he wanted to do right now was to be stuck with Taeyang right here, two moons adrift in the throne room’s endless space. “Shit… Duty calls, I need to go.”

“O-okay.”

Taeyang felt all of this radiant joy, a feeling that burned from the inside out in the best way, immediately fade away as Y/N stood up from his seat, hesitating to turn toward the doorway. For some arbitrary reason that twisted up in his stomach, pounded at his head and left him breathless with each second he left Y/N to drift away toward the stone archway they stumbled through to carve out some free time together, Taeyang felt that this moment, this particular moment was what stood between him and this irreconcilable end.

Suddenly, feeling the weight in him drop and practically bring him to the floor, Taeyang knew that he couldn’t let Y/N go this time. He can’t. If he does, Y/N will be lost to him in a way that would always be just slightly beyond him - Y/N would be so close to him, always, yet constantly far enough for Taeyang to see the gap between them, the leap of faith that Taeyang would fail to take.

There was an onslaught of thoughts in Taeyang’s head as he traced Y/N’s steps toward the exit. Everything they’ve ever been through, all the instances that triggered within Taeyang feelings he never knew existed before he stumbled into that damned forest and found Y/N on the other side… It all began to revolve around him in this shimmering, blinding and disorienting orbit, hovering and looming over him like a jewel studded crown - the crown that Y/N reminded him he was worthy of..

“WAIT!” Taeyang’s shrill and sudden cry, a plea that scorched the air, made Y/N still and whip around instantly, his eyes immediately fixing onto the near-desperate shine that arose in Taeyang’s. “Y-Y/N… I need to tell you something.” Taeyang didn’t even wait until Y/N retraced his few steps and made his way back toward their seats, his face contorted in confusion and concern for Taeyang’s outburst - Taeyang was done waiting, done watching his seams burst beyond repair with all the time he’s had to hold himself back from telling Y/N how he really felt.

He stopped for nothing, his heart knotted in his throat, his blood tangling in his veins with every moment he held his breath and felt his pulse nearly bring him to his knees. Y/N’s eyes weighed heavy on him now, his silent, inquisitive gaze like a shaft of moonlight thrust suddenly upon him. He felt drenched in Y/N’s silence, but he didn’t care, nothing - his doubts, his inhibitions, the commands that always stripped them from each other the moment he built the courage; nothing - was going to stop him.

“What is it, Taeyang? Are you alright?” Y/N said, tilting his head, and trying to get a read of the way Taeyang’s expressions seemed to flash between all the things he’s ever felt, all the things Y/N’s never been there to see him feel.

“I just… I can’t let you slip away this time.” There were times where Taeyang cared too much about what he was saying, measuring his words, cutting them like precious cloth in case Y/N would pick up on the scraps too soon. Now he didn’t, he poured all his weight into them now, spilled all the blood that Y/N’s teasing and beautiful smiles would send straight to Taeyang’s cheeks.

“What- what do you mean…?” To Y/N, Taeyang’s words felt like blows to his head, leaving his thoughts a blur. As he could see the conflict that now resided behind Taeyang’s once shimmering eyes, he soon realized that this wasn’t about what Y/N could see, what he felt as Taeyang let his words out. He shuffled a little bit closer and watched carefully as Taeyang rose from his seat, reaching out with shaking hands toward Y/N’s. Their fingertips brushed, slowly settling between each other, hanging on the fringes of each other.

“What I mean is…” Taeyang tried to steel himself, steadying his voice in the same way he did as his father would force him to make speeches to the royal court. This wasn’t the royal court, though, this wasn’t the kingdom he swore to serve, it wasn't even another country prepared for his reading of a treaty or a trade agreement. None of those situations could ever be like this - standing in front of the person who was his driving force, the wind in his sails, the person he’d take an arrow, a sword, or poisoned wine for. This was Y/N, his entire world.

He didn’t think he was prepared to speak to his entire world…

“I…”

Drawing a sharp, deep breath in, Taeyang felt the sunlight stilling between them, Y/N’s hand hanging from the edges of his. So close yet so far. He wanted to close the gap.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Taeyang’s words draped against the air, eclipsing the light trickling through the windows. A massive weight shoved from Taeyang’s chest now rested between them, and all they laid before both of them now was the silence that rested in between.

He wanted Y/N to say something, do something. Curse at him, yell at him, push him, shove him, hold him at the edge of his sword, grab him by the collar and renounce all the nothings they’ve whispered sweetly to each other, shatter his crown and take back all his belief in him. Even move his hand, his fingers from where they rested between Taeyang’s - recoil in disgust or fear like the shadows of Taeyang’s doubts always yearned for.

But Y/N didn’t move, not an inch - forward or back. His face remained stoic, unmoving, unintelligible like all the rest of the feelings Taeyang battled relentlessly to share.

Until, suddenly, Y/N stepped forward, bringing Taeyang’s hand in his gently, carefully; like how Y/N handled the lilies they’d find blooming at the bases of the trees by ‘their’ forest whenever they’d find the time during sunset to take walks together. Taeyang would watch him with such fascination as he seemed to take all the sunset’s colours in his hands, too, his eyes igniting in copper fires, the shimmer of gilded skies in his skin as if he’d been dipped into the clouds where all their laughter would be sent into.

Y/N finally looked up again to meet his eyes, pure bliss in them, dancing like leaping sparks, shining like stars, a small smile blooming on his lips like the slow trickle of sunlight against the dawn.

“Taeyang…” Y/N’s eyes flicked down for a moment to track Taeyang’s hand with his fingers - as if he hasn’t already memorized where the scar from their first play-fight ran to his wrist, where the ebbs and flows of his knuckles resided, where a couple of his veins settled just beneath his skin, twisting gently like molten gold leaking from a forge. They were the hands he’s always dreamed of holding whenever Taeyang wouldn’t be dreaming of holding Y/N’s first. “How could you think, even for a moment, that I could ever not love you too?”

It was as if the entire room let out a breath of relief that nearly knocked them over. Taeyang let out a weak whimper and fell into Y/N’s already opening arms, the frayed ends of his sigh turning into laughter as he buried himself in Y/N’s shoulder. The burnished hide of Y/N’s shoulder armour prodded at Taeyang’s neck as he shifted in Y/N’s embrace, but Taeyang’s never felt more comfortable, more at ease, and more at home than right now.

“You think you could’ve told me a little bit sooner!?” Taeyang tried to hit Y/N, nudge him in his side, but he didn’t want to let go for even a split second. He kept his arms around Y/N’s waist, pulling him in closer, ever closer, until they couldn’t tell the space between their bodies, until the colours between them melded into a blur the sunlight couldn’t define. “A little bit of ‘hey, I like you too’ wouldn’t have hurt!”

“I didn’t really know if you liked me like that. So I kept my mouth shut until I knew for sure…” Y/N, with his arms looped around Taeyang’s neck, rose on his toes as Taeyang pulled him in and up a little bit more, nestling himself further into Y/N’s neck and shoulder. “I know we’ve shared some special moments, but I couldn’t help but think about all the things in our way, and how far away you seemed from me.”

“I… I guess that’s a sufficient excuse…” Taeyang, raising his head from Y/N’s shoulder, thought about the love they shared, and how it was going to be a far from simple process of finding a way to live with it out in the open. If they kept their love a secret, they’d be suffocating every part of them that wished to be free, and if they were free, they’d have political power players pulling antique rugs from beneath their feet, finding ways to compromise the throne even further. “I never really thought about it like that.”

“Me neither, I never thought it out this far - the whole confession part.” Y/N fidgeted with the hem of Taeyang’s tunic, stifling his jumbled words into Taeyang’s shoulder with a deep breath. With all the relief that came with them, there was twice the pressure of what would come with the aftermath of what their love would do to each other, the kingdom, the crown, and everything else.

Maybe people would support them, the star-crossed love between a king and his most loyal knight, maybe they wouldn’t - there would be no heirs biologically tied to Taeyang’s blood, no legacy to carry like a sceptre through the generations.

But Taeyang was going to find a way, he was going to find a way to make things work and let everyone know, every inch of this kingdom, who he loves and how much love he has to share. He’s worthy, he’s strong, he’s capable - and so is Y/N.

“Maybe we don’t need to, though. We don’t need to think that far.” Taeyang stepped back and took Y/N’s face in his hands. He hated the way Y/N’s worry traced lines in his face, forcing out a frown that could never be seen in the light of Y/N’s persistent smile. Taeyang wanted to do anything and everything to see it fade away. “I love you, you love me… That’s all we have to worry about right now. No stupid crowns or legacies or futures or anything like that, Y/N.”

Their eyes met, and there was this comfort that burned between them, singeing the ends of Y/N’s pensive pout and bringing back that beautiful smile. Taeyang was right, they had each other, they found each other in the way they were always meant to. For now, that was enough.

Taeyang hasn’t even gotten his crown yet, still dawning the circlet he’s had since Y/N fixed it for him - balanced it atop Taeyang’s head - at the edge of that forest, and he’s already speaking like a king. Inspiration, passion, warmth, and power already radiated from him, his voice settling against him like an evening haze

“Whatever it is that comes, we have each other.” Y/N said with a chuckle, practically completing Taeyang’s thoughts before he could let them out.

Taeyang smiled, fingertips dancing along Y/N’s jaw, stars between their lips colliding as they pulled each other in and tied their lips together. It was everything they dreamed of but more. They could feel everything yet nothing, flickers of sunsets they’ve burned black, the sweetness of old jokes they have yet to glance over hundreds of times, that numbness between them as they felt sparks against their hands, fires on their skin, this intangible craving blooming in between them.

They pulled back, gravity collapsing in on itself as they felt themselves drifting in place, swaying motionlessly to the melody that played in all their moments of restless longing.

“If I have you,” Taeyang whispered as he rested his forehead against Y/N’s, his whispers hanging from Y/N’s lips. “Then whatever stands in our way doesn’t have a chance…”

Y/N was Taeyang’s second half, the embrace of evening to his emerging dawn, the smooth effortless edges that ran against his serrated surface, Y/N completed him, filling in all the blanks he’s spent hours wondering how to fill. He was the weightlessness in his wings and the stars in his sky, his everything.

Whatever would come to stand in their way really didn’t have a chance. None at all.

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woobly · 2 years

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DRIVE ME CRAZY . . . 최태양 !

PAIRING. non idol! theo x gn! reader GENRE. fluff, friends to implied lovers? WARNINGS. none (lmk if i missed anything!) WC. 906 words

𓂋˚˖ A/N. i can guarantee you this happened to me when i tried manual for the first time except where is my choi taeyang 😔😔

“THE ENGINE DIED AGAIN,”

“Huh?” you stare at the dashboard in front of you in disbelief as half of the control lights that remained ‘on’ burn into your soul once again. “But I swear, I hardly even moved my foot!” Giving up, you let your hands fall on your seat with a thump.

“That’s the fifth in the past 30 minutes,” Taeyang tries to announce as blankly as he could but failing as you knew he was trying so hard to keep his laughter in.

“Why did you suddenly want to learn how to drive anyway? Let alone a manual car. You could just do automatic if you really wanna drive,” Even if you weren’t looking at him, you can feel Taeyang’s eyes trained on your defeated figure.

When you suddenly asked him a few days ago to teach you how to drive, he was surprised to say the least. It was only a few weeks ago when you confidently stated that you had zero plans of learning how to operate a car, saying you wanted to take your time with “adulting” and “growing up”. And yet, here you were, behind the steering wheel of none other than Taeyang’s own manual car, which he really just borrowed from his parents.

Now, looking at you in this state, determined yet almost on the verge of breaking down, reminds him of when he himself attempted to drive this very same car a few months ago. He knows exactly how you’re feeling in the moment, but he can only really smile in faux sympathy and try his best to keep you from losing all your sanity on the wheel.

“Because,” you whine exasperatedly, prolonging the ‘s’ a little too long. “I’m big now. Almost everyone I know is taking lessons or has a license already. And they all said learning manual first would be more beneficial than auto,” you pause before you continue. “And stick shift drivers are cool,”

“So you’re saying I’m cool?”

Even if your head was facing your lap, he doesn’t miss the smile that grows on your face as you slip one of your hands from being trapped between your head and the wheel and slap his arm, causing his teasing smile to let out his signature laugh.

“When did I say you weren’t?” you giggle, unsure of what your friend was trying to get at.

Your head still leaning on your hands, you turn towards Taeyang, who’s still looking at you with a face that lets you know you have his full attention. Taking his silence as a cue to continue, you lean back again on your seat and look forward outside the windshield at nothing in particular.

“Plus I saw my schedule for this sem and talked to my parents about it. No one can really take me to campus coz it’s out of the way, and they don’t want me to take public transpo yet since I’d be going alone,”

“I’m literally right here,” You turn towards Taeyang again, whose face has become as serious as it can get, and frown in confusion, prodding him to elaborate. “I can drive you around; we literally go to the same uni,”

“You know I can’t ask you to do that. My house is farther from the campus than yours is,”

He just shrugs as he looks away from you. “So? I’d gladly do it anyway,”

“What if I have to go somewhere after classes? Or what if you’re in class and you can’t be my personal driver?”

His gaze focuses on whatever he was looking at outside the window as if he’s thinking over what you just suggested.

“Okay, point taken,” He turns back to you and slaps his hands on his thighs, giving up on trying to come up with other options for you for the time being. “Then I guess we’re both stuck here,”

You face the road in front of you once again as you take a deep breath and sigh. If you were being honest, you had no issues being stuck learning how to drive a manual car as long as Taeyang was the one who would teach you and also watch you commit the beginner mistakes—but you would never admit that out loud to him.

Taeyang chuckles as he watches you start the engine again and step on the clutch, taking you through every step and saying words of encouragement in between.

After another hour of trying to drive, you finally manage to get the car moving without the engine dying and even drive around your neighborhood in second gear. He commented how he didn’t even get to the second gear on his first time, which definitely made you feel better. Once you felt you had enough driving for one day, both of you switched seats, and he took you to your and his favorite ice cream shop as a reward for today’s lesson, mood switching up by the hundreds and mind completely off cars and driving.

The next day, Taeyang arrives with his car at the same time as the previous day and quickly transfers to the front passenger seat. The moment you come jogging out your door and into the car, you immediately announce, “Okay so I’ve been thinking, and you know what, I take it back. I’m not doing manual ever again.”

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smileyyoungchan · 2 years

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☀️SF9 Masterlist☀️

🍀Kim YoungBin🍀

*nothing yet*

🌰Kim InSeong🌰

*nothing yet*

🐣Lee JaeYoon🐣

*nothing yet*

👅Lee SangHyuk👅

*nothing yet*

🦁Baek JuHo🦁

*nothing yet*

🐭Kim SeokWoo🐭

*nothing yet*

🌞Yoo TaeYang🌞

*nothing yet*

🔝Kim YoungKyun🔝

*nothing yet*

😇Kang ChanHee😇

*nothing yet*

#sf9 drabble #sf9 reactions #sf9 imagines #sf9 x reader #youngbin imagine #inseong imagine #jaeyoon imagines #dawon imagine #rowoon imagine #zuho x reader #taeyang x reader #hwiyoung imagine #chani imagine #sf9 masterlist

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xzinbdg · 3 months

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Can I request a p1h text reaction of them asking reader who has a crush on them out on a date and to be their valentine

hello!!! thank you for your ask!! and sorry for the wait but I wanted to do this on valentines to set the mood 🥹🥹🥹 I hope you'll like it! have a nice day/night and once again happy valentines! byebye 💕💕

p1harmony and valentines!

pairing: p1h x reader

p1harmony masterlist // main masterlist

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xhdream · 2 months

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LOSER(S)

01. a souvenir from my biggest fan

pairing: youtuber theo x fem!reader

genre: smut w/ a sprinkle of plot wc: 2.9k

summary: the charming guy running the youtube channel you enjoy watching mostly because of him and not the games he’s playing, moves in the apartment across from yours, and turns out to be the biggest asshole you’ve encountered in years

chapter contains: switch!reader, unprotected sex, cussing, dirty talk, choking (m), oral (f), orgasm denial

a/n: please, keep in mind english is not my first language, i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

!! this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes

📁 loser(s) masterlist

“Wow, you’re an asshole in real life,” you keep talking bitterly with little flames in your eyes. “I’m actually impressed with your acting skills.”

A frustrated airy laugh slips through your lips while Taeyang’s, on the other hand, curl up at the corners, amused at how seriously you’re taking this whole situation.

“Sorry to ruin the little fantasy you had of me, sweetheart.”

“You should be glad that I prefer to spend my time doing anything else than dealing with you,” you turn to your front door and flip the key, “cause I can just call the cops.”

“Are you sure that’s what you really prefer?”

This is not the first time you’re fighting Choi Taeyang in the middle of the hallway, nor it’s the last unless you move buildings. His youtube channel is growing rapidly which calls for more content and less peace for you.

He's still leaning against the door frame with his headset hanging from his neck. The subtle mischievous spark in his eyes, the one you know so well from the multiple videos you’ve seen from him, is so different in real life - straight up mean, making you wonder how you used to find his channel fun and comforting despite the terrifying games he plays.

“You’re at my fucking door almost every single night,” he continues. “Maybe I should call them, you seem more of a stalker than a marketing manager.”

“Fuck off,” you spit out entering your apartment. “You’re a pathetic loser with no life.”

“Bitch.” Taeyang slams the door of his home the second you shut yours.

A month ago you couldn't wait to finish work and hop on the bus to head back home.

Now, you go home on foot so it can take you extra minutes to arrive.

The time you finish work is the time Taeyang comes back from the gym, and by the hour you're lounging in bed ready to relax with your new favorite show is the hour he turns on the usual scary games, and transforms your cozy time in a mirage. Today is going to be no different, because he has zero empathy for people’s feelings, so you take your time even with walking towards the elevator after you arrive at your apartment building.

“Wait!”

You make out the too familiar voice echoing in the hallway along with the stamping sound of his footsteps just when you press the button.

Taeyang runs through the open doors, and you walk in after him faking a smile. His ebony black hair is half wet and his outfit casual, consisting only of a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt under his unzipped hoodie. Judging by the bag with beer cans in his hand your guesses are correct - his workout is done and he's going to take his seat in front of the computer.

The unnerving silence fills the air the second the doors close in front of your eyes.

“Next time fill up your mouth with your panties or something,” Taeyang glances up at the changing neon numbers. “What if you accidentally scream my name? I don’t wanna hear that.”

He fakes a disgusted expression and shakes his shoulders as an attempt to get rid of the image in his head.

You knew putting your earphones in to blast music as you use your vibrator is risky since sometimes you tend to be more vocal than others, but what were you supposed to do when all of his exaggerated yelling and cussing comes through the wall exactly where your bed is?

You can’t touch yourself during the day because you’re at work, and now you can’t do it before sleep because of him.

Your fake chuckle rings hollow in the small space. You look away, but you cannot escape his face though. You both see each other in the reflecting glass that’s all around you; it’s a little blurry, but not enough to not be aware that you’re staring at each other.

“Good to know you take off that headset once in a while.” You raise your chin up. “Maybe I should touch myself more often if that’s gonna help a loser like you get a life.”

The doors slide open, and you walk out first, feeling Taeyang’s gaze all over your ass.

“Is your boring corporate job stressing you out, sweetheart?” He calls out behind you, as you walk down the corridor. “Is that why you’re taking your anger out on me since day one?”

“I love my job,” you say when he catches up your pace.

“And you hate mine.”

“Because of you,” you glare at him, stopping in front of your apartment. You don’t even realise when you started raising your voice. “It’s your lack of responsibility and consideration I have a problem with, not what you do.”

“Shh, you’re going to disturb the neighbours.” Taeyang puts a finger on his lips, and for the first time you feel the urge to slap a person.

He comes closer to you while staring at your cleavage. It’s flushed with a delicate reddish color that he could associate only with himself and the emotions he brings within you.

“Do you want me to help you out with that? I can help you relieve some of the pressure, doll… most of it.”

You breathe in once, looking in his eyes.

You breathe in twice… recognising the fresh earthy aroma coming from his skin and damp hair.

It’s not your voice that gives him an answer, but your lips that smash against his own.

That’s exactly what Taeyang hoped for, and his arms immediately go around your waist, pulling you close after he drops the bag of beer cans on the ground. His hands slide down to grip your ass cheeks through the linen fabric of your pants, that’s too thin and his cock already starts to gain pressure from how much it allows him to feel in his palms.

“My place or yours?” You pull back just to ask the question then kiss him again.

Taeyang’s hands go up, sneaking under your shirt.

“You already know what my room looks like, it’s time I see yours.”

“That’s fair.”

He doesn’t leave you out of sight as he gets rid of his clothes while you unbutton your shirt. Once you’re left in your lingerie he doesn’t give you a chance to remove it, because he pushes you onto the bed, covering your skin with wet kisses. You look gorgeous in it anyways, so he doesn’t mind if it stays on a little longer.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot,” he mutters against the flesh of your tummy before grinding his tongue up to your bellybutton. His hands are squishing your breasts harshly making you gasp. “Fuck, drives me crazy.”

His teeth bite the hem of your lace panties, pull and let it drop with a smack.

When he moves up to lock lips with yours again they seem to move even more eagerly than minutes before. His tongue invades your mouth almost with a frustration, leaving you out of breath and panting for more.

But you rather get that yourself.

“What the—“ He stumbles around his words surprised from suddenly finding himself on his back.

You swiftly succeed in straddling his hips as he didn’t have the chance to react in time to prevent you from getting on top.

“Shut up,” you say, unclipping your bra and rubbing your clit on his stiffened length at the same time. You still have your panties on and you see his gaze darkening from wanting to rip them off. “Mm, your cock is so hard...”

“Take it in your greedy mouth then.” He grips your hips forcing them to move quicker. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Yeah, but that would be too easy.”

Taeyang laughs before grabbing your arms to bring your face down into his.

You gasp through a smile creeping up on your face. You can’t hide the enjoyment from his rough responses to every single thing you do.

“These tricks don’t work on me, doll. Be a good girl and do as I say from now on.”

“You’re not the only player here, pretty boy.” You pull his bottom lip with your teeth, and his erection twitches against your clit, both from the bite and your attitude. “I will suck your dick when I decide you’ve earned it.”

Before you realise a thing, Taeyang flips you over and strips you from your panties pushing them inside your mouth. His hands bend your knees with fingers digging into your skin finally spreading you apart. As his mouth waters from the seductive sight of what’s between your thighs, yours spit out the underwear.

“Tsk,” Taeyang picks it up, and muffles your irritated whines by returning them back where they were. “What an ungrateful doll. I’m doing you a favor and this is how you say thank you?”

He holds his palm over your lips to keep the fabric in place while his other one gives your right boob a slap followed by a few more after he catches you make a muffled pleasant sound.

Eventually the grumpy look on your face dissipates into a rapture as the pleasure from his tongue comes in waves, each more powerful than the other. He alternates between sucking and lapping on your juices while also playing with the pacing of his licks over your bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, you taste too sweet for such an angry girl,” he groans before gliding his tongue through your sloppy folds only to swirl the tip of it around your clit again.

And you eat pussy too well for such a loser.

Your chin begins to leak from your drooling, slipping down your neck as your panties get soaked with your moans and spit. The fact you’re not able to be loud as you need to makes your jaw clench with frustration, but your pussy even more aroused under Taeyang’s tongue.

His grip on your thighs tighten painfully limiting your shakiness as he buries his coarse mouth even deeper, grazing his teeth against your intimate lips; tongue tracing stripes from your dripping hole up to your most sensitive point over and over again. He makes out with your entire cunt the same way he kisses you - mean with a desire to control.

“I can make it feel even better if you promise not to empty your filthy mouth,” he glances at you, giving you a nice view of all the glistening fluids all over his face.

You nod too quickly, you realise, but most of the stubbornness left you the moment his tongue touched you for the first time.

You grip the sheets cause your fingers are already tempted to pull out the underwear the more his swollen tip levels with your entrance.

You’ve never taken such big size before and your heart starts racing excitedly at the thought of the appealing girth sinking inside you.

“Shit,” Taeyang’s brows knit together while his length fills you up bit by bit, tightening the knot of pleasure in his core. “You’re too fuckin’ small and tight for me.”

He inserts it all the way slowly, wanting you to feel the way you suck in with ease every inch of him; wanting you to know just how bad you needed him. However, once it’s in, his patience dies down giving his hips the freedom to move as quickly as possible.

Taeyang runs a hand through his dark hair, then moves it over your lower tummy, pressing against his cock that’s reaching the desired spot over and over again. His sharp gaze follows your eyes fluttering in bliss, as the rush he creates invades your body.

Once he leans in to hang your right leg over his shoulder for a deeper thrust, your repressed mewls rise even higher; erotic heavy growls just like in the videos he watches to jerk off.

“We get along so much better when you have your mouth shut, don’t you think?” He fans your face while holding himself up on his hands.

A groan escapes his puffy lips before he could catch it after you bury fingers in his hair and tug on the roots, pulling him closer.

With one tilt of his head Taeyang drops your panties down after stealing them from your mouth with his teeth.

“Mind if I keep those?” He asks and receives the sound of the first real raw moans of yours as an answer.

It would be a foolish lie if he says he won’t be thinking about them after this.

“A souvenir from my biggest fan…” He whispers in your ear and you can feel the intoxicating effect that his voice alone has on you.

His hips slow down for the first time, moving slowly in circles while he catches his breath.

“Shit, Tae… Faster.” You pull his hair like you’re holding on for dear life, as you sense every inch of him making you more dizzy with those slow massaging motions.

“Faster?” He repeats with a sudden powerful slam from his hips, that catches you off guard. “Are you close?” He pulls out almost all the way only to shove himself again, stabbing your g-spot. “Wanna cum… is that it?”

“Yeah…” Your whimper gets lost from the lewd noises when he proceeds to pound into you, but this time rapidly without stopping for a second. The skin on skin slapping merges with Taeyang’s hitched heavy breathing, but he still manages to catch the little broken yes-es coming from underneath him. “Fuck—“

Your mouth remains open, but not because your awaited climax arrives, but because Taeyang pulls out just before it does.

The burning dissatisfaction from what was about to be your most intense orgasm being stolen from you forces you to turn over and wail in your pillow.

“Shhh,” Taeyang turns you back around, slapping your inner thigh with his drenched cock. Your squirmy lips bring a devilish smirk on his face. “It’s not that bad, doll. You can take it.”

A moment later his eyes watch you suspiciously raising up.

You grab the base of his dick determined to take charge.

“I wanted to cum so bad from this pretty cock,” you coo moving your fist up and down, as he rests on his knees in front of you with his unbelievably captivating plump lips and cold gaze.

His face begins to scrunch up from your quickening hand, and the way your playful thumb keeps going over his red tip like it knows just when is the perfect time to do it.

“I’ve never had such a big one in my pussy before…” You add on to his arousal. “Feels nice.”

“Shit,” Taeyang throws his head back. His chest rises heavily while his abs clench from the stimulation. “Just nice?” He lifts up to look at you challengingly. It drives him nuts how you always lit up a fire in his chest by irritating him, and turning him on at the same time.

“Go on…” You provoke him, squeezing the leaky shape of his head. “You’ve called me worse than that.”

Taeyang gulps when you drop his erection only to grip it with your aroused walls instead. You both sigh in sync as you get in contact with the electrifying warmth once again, that now feels ten times more intense.

Although it’s subtle, you don’t miss the change in his expression when you begin to bounce just like you wanted to in the beginning.

“Don’t.” You command the second you sense the presence of his hands on your waist, desperate to regain control. “You’re going to let me do this.”

You quicken your movements, watching him chew on his mouth from the overwhelming rush he desperately tries to keep under control.

“Why…” Taeyang’s voice comes out too breathless to continue his question. The fact your hand wraps around his throat to put pressure on the sides of his neck doesn’t help either. This is the first time he allows something like this, and it makes his heart flutter from an unfamiliar thrill.

“Why what, pretty boy?” You slow down, curious to know what he’s thinking right now.

Taeyang only shakes his head, turning his knuckles white from gripping the sheets. He wants to push you on your back, to cuss at you and fuck you until you’re sore, and can’t mutter a single word to him… but he’s captivated. It’s like every time you touch him you secretly cast a spell on him that he’s unable to break through.

The only thing he could say is…

“Just… keep going.”

You smile, tilting his chin higher to meet his eyes.

The speed of your lower body picks up when you begin to ride him chasing your high - with the head of his cock kissing right where you need it, and the most arousing sounds slipping from his lips that begin to pout with every next move.

“Holy s-shit—“ Taeyang chokes on his moan moving his hands on your waist, but not interrupting your movements. “Y/N…”

“Not yet,” you say, feeling shivers down your spine from the way he pants your name. “Wait for me.” You release his throat, trying your best to keep the rapid pace going.

Taeyang cusses in the crook of your neck where he starts biting harshly to distract himself from how bad he needs to cum, not caring at all that you keep hissing from his sucking.

“Can’t…” he grunts against the wet skin under your earlobe. “Fuck, come on, cream my cock you slut.” He grabs a handful of your hair, and that turns out to be just enough to snap the overwhelming knot in your tummy.

You rock your hips back and forth more slowly, panting as the ecstatic rush passes through your veins when suddenly Taeyang’s weak husky voice surprises you.

“You’re amazingly hot.”

Your two fingers slip through his lips and he allows that too.

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sunnyyangie · 5 months

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p1harmony masterlist (no soulseob)(mdni, 18+!!)

these ALL include smut !!

keeho

thigh riding - dom!kyo

lap dance - sub!kyo

hand kink - dom!kyo

size difference - dom!kyo

drunk sex ft ji - dom!kyo

theo

public - dom!tae

hate sex - dom!tae

high sex ft tak - dom!tae

somno - dom!tae

perv!roomie - tae

dry humping - dom!tae

fingering - dom!tae

after paris - dom!tae

petplay - sub!tae

marking him - tae

mirror - dom!tae

facesitting - dom!tae

professor - dom!tae

theo with a coquette gf, fluff + nsfw

tied up - sub!tae

bj during a live - tae

jiung

phone sex - dom!ji

cockwarming - dom!ji

drunk sex ft kyo - dom!ji

nerdy - dom!ji

intak

thigh fucking - subby!tak

high sex ft tyang - dom!tak

spit+impact play - dom!tak

all four

elevator

cunnilingus

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kisseobie · 4 days

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piwon’s reaction to reader squirting? 🫠

p1harmony reacting to making you squirt

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: nsfw (mdni)

tags: unprotected sex (don’t do this lolz), cunnilingus (fem. receiving), crying, squirting (duh), rough sex, degradation, spanking, fingering, masturbation, mentions of piss, corruption, i think that’s the bulk of it?

a/n: apparently user kisseobie is the biggest whore on the planet bc i started writing this the minute i saw the notification in my inbox.. i couldn’t help myself from doing full fledged reactions sorry …. also i believe in pussy slapping keeho supremacy .. also don’t ask why i wrote so much i wasn’t planning on it….

❤︎ keeho

the two of you are sat on the soft carpet of keeho’s bedroom, your bare back pressed up against his clothed chest. your boyfriend has one hand tightly holding your face in place, forcing you to stare at the mirror in front of you and watch as his other hand descends between your thighs. his rough fingers gather your slick and you mewl in response, to which he gently pushes his fingers into your cunt. he may be an attentive lover, but he’s not the most patient, and his rigorous pace of fucking his digits into you is almost immediate, causing you to whine and thrash against him. “mm kyo, ‘s too much!” is the only coherent sentence you can get out of yourself as keeho ignores your pleas to slow down, only quickening the pace of his fingers moving in and out of your pussy. your eyes screw shut as your boyfriend’s hot breath hits your right ear, and with his mouth so close to your face, you can properly hear his quiet grunts and curses, the only indication that he’s not nearly as composed as he’s attempting to seem. when he notices that your eyes aren’t on your reflection anymore, he gives your clit a firm spank that makes you scream and jolt in surprise. “fuckkkkkk, no more p-please i can’t take it!!” you squeal, eyes shutting once again, partly because keeho’s assault on your pussy is salivating, and partly because your humiliated, humiliated that he’s capable of forcing you into submission so quickly, and how you sit in front of him fully naked while your boyfriend watches you, fully clothed and composed.

you can’t stop shaking and sobbing against him. he eventually lets you lay your head back on his shoulder as the pleasure becomes overwhelming, but his fingers never still. “look at you,” he coos, “haven’t even stuffed you with my dick yet and you’re drooling all over yourself. you’re so fucking nasty y/n” he taunts, only egging himself on with every insult. if you ignore his command to look at yourself, he once again grabs your chin and forces you to, laughing under his breath at your tears and dumbed out expression as you try your best to listen to your boyfriend’s next words. “need you to come for me, can you do that angel? you gonna cum around my fingers? gonna make a mess all over me?” he sweetly asks you, a heavy contrast to the pad of thumb currently drawing circles into your puffy clit. you can only nod in reply, feeling a more intense orgasm bubbling in your tummy and before you can warn him, keeho lands another slap against your mound that pushes you over the edge. you’re floating, vision white and toes curled as you writhe against kyo’s fingers. minutes pass by and you finally come back to your senses, feeling keeho laying pecks all across your bare shoulders as you slump into him, and that’s when you notice that there are spritz and drops of what seems to be liquid on keeho’s mirror, pooled on the carpet below you, and scattered across the smooth skin of your thighs. you can hear keeho’s heavy pants, and when you turn to apologize for the mess you’ve made, your words get stuck in your threat as you realize that your boyfriend didn’t mind one bit, quite the opposite actually. he’s on top of you in seconds, laying your back against the now damp carpet as he stares at you with a wild, lust-driven look on his face.

“think i can make you squirt around my cock next, pretty?”

“wait kyo! won’t fit, it won’t fit!” is your reply, but do you really think he gives a care in the world? he’ll make it fit, and he’ll draw those waves out from you until you’re both spent and soaked in your sweet juices <3

❤︎ theo

“wait so you’ve never..?”

“nope. i don’t think every girl can”

it started with an unserious conversation about your personal sexual experiences, a topic your new boyfriend was very curious about. for the most part, the atmosphere was lighthearted as you and theo took turns interrogating eachother, but a specific question asked by your boyfriend leads to you admitting that a guy has never made you squirt, much less orgasm before, to which theo shakes his head in denial. he’s hesitant to believe you, half anticipating you to laugh it off and tell him you were just joking. however, when you meet his quizzical look with a blank stare, his mind starts to drift to more dangerous depths. always competitive in nature, taeyang takes your underwhelming sexual past as a challenge, and his demeanor shifts to one consumed by lust within seconds. he suddenly wants to show you everything, wants you to feel better than you’ve ever felt before, wants to mark you as his and become the only boy you could ever desire.

an hour later, he has you bouncing on and creaming his cock, giving you your third orgasm of the night. shows you all he has to offer, from his skillful fingers and tongue, to his massive dick that fills you up so well, so well that a bulge appears in your tummy. he’s addicted to your taste, your moans, your begs, and fucks you so good that it’s almost unbelievable that this is your first time together. slaps your ass and gropes your tits like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. not only is taeyang ridiculously good at sex, he’s also got the dirtiest mouth on him. can’t stop the expletives and praises dripping off his tongue like honey, telling you things like “so tiny, you sure this isn’t your first time sweetheart? if my fingers can’t fit, how are you gonna take my cock, hm?”. is borderline snarling everytime you gasp at a new sensation, and he knows right away that he’s got you hooked. your willingness to take whatever he gives you unlocks a corruption kink in him that he didn’t know was there. obsessed with the way that everytime he pulls out, your hips move on their own to chase the feeling of him filling you up again. you have such cute reactions to everything he’s giving to you, but his favorite by far is your begs for him to fuck you deeper, harder, fill you up with his seed. theo is so shameless, he doesn’t even care that your neighbors can probably feel your headboard hitting the wall with every thrust, wants them to know that the innocent pretty girl next door is getting defiled.

currently, he has you with your face down and ass up, posing all pretty for him and showing off your little hole, still dripping with his cum as he lines up his length with your pussy lips and pushes in. you love how degrading this position in, how you’re completely at his mercy like this, dizzy with want as you drool at the thought of coming around his dick again. theo lands another firm smack against your ass cheek, and your legs buckle up from the pain and pleasure. you’re twitching against him, getting addicted to the way your body is being tossed around like a ragdoll, as if you were made to be taeyang’s personal cocksleeve. he pounds into you like it’s nothing, and it sends blood rushing to your core. you silently thank the heavens for blessing you with a boyfriend like theo when you feel another climax approaching, all whilst theo continues to assault your cunt and use you like a cum dump. just when you believe theo couldn’t make you feel any better, his hand slips in between your legs to draw circles into your clit, and you feel the knot in your tummy tear in one firm snap that has you shaking, gripping onto anything within your reach to try to ground yourself as he works you through your nth orgasm of the night. your arousal leaks out of you, dripping and splashing onto theo’s pelvis and your sheets, and it just doesn’t stop spilling. you can hear your boyfriend groaning in satisfaction, filling you up once again and pounding irregularly as you both ride your highs together. after a few moments, taeyang’s thrusts slow to lazy grinds until you push your hips away, pleading him for “noooo, no more yangie.. too sensitive..” as he just watches you escape his grip in amusement. your boyfriend gives you a few minutes to catch your breath, massaging little shapes into your skin to ease any pain he may have caused earlier. when you’ve finally descended back to planet earth, you turn to look at theo with a face of disbelief, and he grins and leans in to kiss you, pulling off your lips just as quick to stare at you, still smiling mischievously. then he’s sitting up on your bed again, fingers moving dangerously close to your wetness as you widen your eyes at his next words.

“what was that you said earlier, my baby doesn’t think she can squirt? but look at you now.. so messy, want me to clean you up? hm? think you can take it?”

❤︎ jiung

“shhh pretty, gotta stay quiet ok? don’t wanna get us in trouble, do you?” jiung taunts as he lazily strokes himself to the view of you playing with your cute pussy. you’ve never felt so vulnerable before, burning up at the intensity of his gaze as you muster up enough courage to spread your legs wider in order to please him. when jiung asked you to show him how you touch yourself when he’s on tour earlier, you didn’t expect to be so shy, but another part of you feels empowered at how the sight of you playing with yourself is making him lose all of his composure. although you’re currently at his dorm, and are aware that the rest of the boys are also here, the risk of them hearing you doing something so dirty is exhilarating. your boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind either, completely detached from his surroundings and focused on the way you work 3 fingers into your hole, the way it gapes and swallows your digits. he’s breathing heavily in between his instructions, gaze dark as he continues to fuck up into his own palm. ji has always been so sweet with his praises, and everytime he calls you something as simple as pretty, you move your fingers a tad bit faster to chase your release. you’re about to inform him that you’re close, but he beats you to it by forcefully pulling your fingers away from your cunt, replacing them a few moments later with his own. jiung’s pace is less forgiving, and your control over the volume of your voice starts to waver as curls his fingers inside of you. the sensation of his ministrations, paired with the fear that any of his members could catch you in this position results in an odd buildup in your stomach. you’ve experienced earth shattering orgasms with your boyfriend before, but there is something different about the way this one is building up, and for a moment you’re terrified you’re about to piss all over his fingers and sheets. you remove one of your hands from it’s grip on his pillow and grab at jiung’s wrist instead in a panic, attempting to push him away and warn him but he doesn’t stop, in fact he only quickens his pace and scrunches his brows in concentration as you start to writhe and tremble. “ji wait! ah, fuck!” are the last words that leave your lips before you feel yourself gush all over his hand, and your eyes roll back as warm drops escape your womanhood.

your embarrassment of peeing yourself, despite how good it felt, snaps you out of the afterglow of your orgasm quicker than usual, and you’re about to apologize to the boy in front of you profusely but he cuts you off with “baby, you squirted”. when you look up at his face, he’s smiling so big, as if he’s a child that was just given a bucket of candy on halloween. “i uh, are you sure?” is the lame response that comes out of your mouth in a sigh, and you’re honestly relieved that you didn’t pee yourself and slightly less mortified at how quick you came because of your boyfriend’s pleased reaction. he just giggles in response and leans in to kiss you all over your face, his excitement is contagious, causing you to laugh along with him. “i didn’t even know i could do that..”

just when jiung is about to respond, loud knocking can be heard against his door. “you guys are so loud, can you please not fuck like rabbits when other people are here? some of us enjoy some peace and quiet”. you recognize the disgruntled voice as keeho’s, and although you’re a bit ashamed, your boyfriend just ignores the inquiry and kisses you again, fingers making their way back to your cunny as you sigh at the contact.

“keeho’s got some nerve if he thinks i’m gonna leave you alone tonight after you just squirted in front of me”

❤︎ intak

in true puppy nature, intak is obsessed with giving you backshots. doggystyle is his favorite position, he loves the way he gets full access to the sight of your bare back glistening with sweat as you praise how well he’s fucking you. tak is addicted to how your ass jiggles everytime your pelvis’ hit against each other, how he just has to peer downwards to see the ring of your frothy cum around his fat cock. yeah, intak loves giving you backshots, a fact so obvious that you’ve started to wear the skimpiest skirts around him, just to lure him into taking what you know he always wants.

tonight is no different. you’re sitting at your vanity, spritzing some of intak’s favorite scent of perfume onto your wrists and on the nape of your neck, adding minor touch ups to your full glam, and most importantly, sliding on the shortest skirt you’ve ever owned. the material clings onto the shape of your bum, and the length is so short that the bottom curve of your ass is on full display. you haven’t seen your boyfriend in days, and usually that just meant that you would have to do with your vibrator, but recently, the device just wasn’t enough, just didn’t hit the spot like your boyfriend did. to say you were sexually frustrated was an understatement. you needed to intak’s girth on your tongue, needed him to open you up and fuck you into next week. therefore, you’ve decided that tonight, you need to look as fuckable as possible. you’re determined to make intak’s jaw drop as soon as he lays his eyes on you, and once you’ve made sure you’re ready, you take one more good look at the mirror, then reach for your phone to check your text notifications. like clockwork, you receive a new message from intak as soon as you unlock your device.

takkie! <3: hi doll :) i’m here

takkie! <3: take ur time tho!

you heart his messages and giggle, thinking about how happy you are to see your boyfriend and spend time with him tonight. being away from him, even for a few days, is always such a bore. even if you plan on getting your insides rearranged in a few hours, just being within tak’s presence is enough to get you excited. as you make your way downstairs, you pull down your shirt just slightly, so your cleavage becomes visible. you slip on some wedges that match the color of your top and make your way towards intak’s bright red convertible, surprising him when you suddenly open the passenger door and plop yourself onto his leather seats. “hi baby! missed you so much!” is how you greet him, leaning in to give him a sloppy peck on the lips. you detach yourself from his face and smile innocently at him, observing the way he ogles your appearance and shamelessly stares at your breasts and legs. once he’s finally got a grip on himself, he smiles at you and tucks a stray piece of your hair behind your ear while responding with “missed you too doll, did you get all pretty jus’ for me?”

you did in fact get all pretty just for him, and you beam with victory as intak pushes your head down onto the surface of his back seats, his cock furiously pounding into you as he breathes heavy. “thought you could wear this shit and not get fucked? you’re so beautiful doll, you’re drivin’ me crazy. fuckkkkk”. tears are streaming down your cheeks, no doubt fucking up your mascara but you couldn’t care less as you internally laugh at the realization that your hunk of a boyfriend is just so easy to rile up, how you have such a big effect on him. he really is losing his mind, pathetically rutting into you like a dog as he leans forward to completely tower over your frame, hands groping your exposed tits as he tilts his head to lay kisses on your right ear. you’re chanting mantras of yes, yes, yes’ as intak plows into your heat, loving how dirty it all is, how everytime you get in the back of his car you’ll remember the feeling of your cum pooling onto his expensive seats. “gonna cum, fuck, where do you want it babe?” is the question that accompanies his sloppy thrusts, and you’re quick to beg for him to cum “inside! wanna feel it takkie”. your boyfriend quickly flips you over onto your back, and you’re about to ask what he’s doing until he enters you again, going at it impossibly faster until he feels the familiar shaking of your legs, the tightening of your cunt around him that signals that you’re close. he’s thrusting so viciously that you’re sure the car is rocking back and forth. intak’s sweat is starting to drip off onto you, and it only pushes you closer to that sweet edge. with a few more thrusts, you’re crying out and creaming around him, your juices squirting all over his seats as he pulls out to watch. you’re crying, feeling dazed and confused as to what just happened, embarrassment beginning to sink in and consume you until you look up to see intak’s face. his eyes are focused on your mess, cum weeping out of his tip as he whines louder than he ever has before. without skipping a beat, he’s pressing his cockhead against your clit, slapping it over and over in attempts to draw more juices out of you. he’s so focused, so consumed by lust that his pleas for you to “give me more. one more doll. need to see you squirt again, give it to me” come out hurried and mumbled. you’ve never seen your boyfriend quite this desperate, but it makes you hungrier for more.

long story short, you squirt over his leather seats again and he licks it all up, so your plan was in fact very successful!

❤︎ soul

you and shota have been at this for about a week. for context, it’s been precisely six days since you and your boyfriend lost your virginities to each other. six days ago you allowed soul to see you bare, touch and kiss you wherever he so pleased, and six days ago was the first instance where you realized why your classmates were always so crazy for sex.

so where, may you ask, has your recent deflowering led you to? well, back to your boyfriend’s bed, where your hands pull and tug at his long hair frantically as you search for a release. when you initially decided that you were ready to lose your virginity to soul, you didn’t really know what to expect other than pain. as it turns out, you and shota had such an incredible first time that you’ve spent the entire remainder of the week with your bodies never apart, every moment together being occupied with the two of you exploring each other with your fingers and tongues. it’s become concerning actually, how the loss of your virginity has only led you to become more curious. you want to know of each and every sound you can pull out of your lover, if he whines or groans, if he prefers to fuck into the warmth of your mouth or the plush of your thighs.

so like i said, you and shota have been at this for about a week. currently, he has you on your knees, letting you take the lead as he watches you suck and lick the tip of his heavy cock. you collect his precum into your mouth, smearing some excess onto your lips as you look up to lock eyes with him. sho is definitely pleased, enjoying the attention to his cock more than he’d ever admit out loud. he attempts to hide his groans by biting down on his bottom lip, but it’s no use when you start to bob your head up and down his length with no warning. his resolve is wavering, toes are curling, whines come out more freely as he never dares to break eye contact with you. you love the effect you have on your boyfriend, a fact that has only become evident to you this week during your self-proclaimed “sexcapade”. when shota is close, his length slightly twitches on your tongue and you take the reaction as a sign to release him with a pop!, much to his annoyance. “why’d you stop?” he frustratedly asks you, wincing as if he’s just been punched. “wanna try something…” is the only reply you give soul as the gears turn in your head, and suddenly your latching your hands onto the back of your boyfriend’s thighs and lightly pushing him onto the bed. he has a quizzical expression on his features, but he enjoys that you’re excited to try something new with him, this entire week proving to him that he’d do anything you asked him to, just to see you fall apart and sigh his name. you instruct your boyfriend to lay down flat against your bedsheets, and he follows suit right away, making your heart swoon before you resume your plan. shota opts to stay silent, trusting you with whatever you want to try, and he stays quiet when your putting one leg on either side of his head, dropping your pelvis onto his tongue as you face his cock, continuing to suck him off while he returns the favor to you. this position makes you feel so powerful, like you’re the only one who’s allowed to call the shots. your boyfriend doesn’t have any complaints either, just happy to have your cunt on his tongue and his cock on yours. the two of you work in, for the most part, silence, aside from the occasional groans and moans that slip past your lips when one of you adds additional pressure. every time your tongue presses against the slit of his cock, or your mouth sucks on his fat head, you make mental notes of all of the sounds of pleasure you can hear behind you. your thoughts begin to drift, thinking about how you can’t believe you led shota to doing something so nasty, something you would most likely see in a corny porno, but as he laps and slurps at your pussy lips, you decide you couldn’t care less. soul is very good at giving head, another epiphany you have had this week, which excites you a little too much. you’re pulled back into reality from your thoughts, however, when your boyfriend uses his teeth to slightly nip at your clit, putting enough pressure to make you squeal.

“sho! god keep doing that.. ‘s good, feels sooooo good!” is what breaks the silence in your bedroom, and soul is nothing if not a quick learner. he continues to flatten his tongue against the groove of your vaginal lips, top to bottom until he reaches your little bud, then biting at it to get another pleasured noise out of you. he goes a little overboard with the biting, but you only push against his mouth, so he figures it must feel good and continues to please you. you on the other hand, have completely abandoned shota’s cock, too preoccupied with noticing how different the coil in your pelvis feels, how much more intense it builds up until it finally snaps, and what follows is only describable as pure bliss. you’re loud, moans are wanton as you grind your hips onto shota’s tongue, riding out your high when you realize that you feel a lot wetter than you would with your typical orgasm. you finally lift your pussy off of shota’s face and the sudden change of position makes you aware of the cum splattered on the side of your cheek, signifying that your boyfriend got a little too excited by your climax. you pivot your body to face him, mostly to make sure you didn’t go too overboard, and are met with shota’s pretty face, glistening with a strange wetness that you soon realize is yours. you stare at your boyfriend as he begins to lick at his own mouth and chin, eyes darkening as he grabs and kisses you messily. you can taste your essence on your own tongue and whine at how desperate shota is being, how your explosive orgasm has begun to show you a side of soul you didn’t know existed. the rest of the night is spent with your boyfriend making you squirt over and over again hehe <3 he lives to make you feel good

❤︎ jongseob

“need to feel you, ah! in me seobie, please! wan’ your cock in me sooo bad, please put it in?”

the pathetic words that come out of your mouth before you can even think of stopping yourself have the biggest effect on the boy under you. you’re currently straddling your boyfriend, grinding your panty-clad cunt on the outline of his dick, staining seob’s sweatpants with a small patch of your wetness. you don’t know why you’re feeling especially needy today, but seeing your boyfriend after a hard, long week of class makes you crave to be filled up by him. jongseob looks up at you in astonishment, lips forming a cute little “o” as his hands are placed tightly on both sides of your waist. he take this time to admire how sexy you look like this, grinding on him in only a crop top and tiny pair of panties. he could definitely get used to the view, and has to bite back pathetic moans of his own from escaping his plush lips, wanting to fully focus on the sounds you make as you hump him like a bitch in heat. he’s about to tell you to slow down, that he’ll take care of you but he needs to stretch you out first, but you’re not patient enough to wait for him to answer your previous pleas. his eyes widen as he watches you huff and pause the roll of your hips, and seob nearly faints when you cross your arms to pull your skimpy top off of your body, or when you hook your fingers under his sweats, pulling them down just far enough to where you can grab at his now exposed dick. to this, he sits up onto his elbows, not wanting to jump into penetrating you without prepping you first.

“princess wait, are you sure? haven’t stretched you out yet, don’t wanna hurt you baby..” he sweetly informs you, making you pause for a minute to look into his eyes. you scan all over his face, how his blonde bangs are now damp with sweat and stuck to his forehead, the mole below his eye that you love so much, the heart eyes he’s shooting at you, and his pink lips struggling to hold in his heavy breaths. you grab his face with your hands and give him one long kiss on the lips before you pull back to reply, “wanna make it hurt seobie, wanna feel you all up in my guts, please, been thinkin’ about it all day!” and fuck, how is he supposed to tell his princess no when she’s asking for his cock so sweetly? your request is enough initiative for jongseob to flip you over with haste, towering over you as he pinches your panties to the side and slips in, not worried about discarding the rest of his clothes as he’s only concerned with pounding into your cunny until you’re completely filled up to the brim with his seed. his hands are everywhere, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, caressing your pretty face, kneading at your tits, until he finally settles one hand on your waist, and the around your throat. the slight weight and pressure of his hold makes your eyes roll back. “oh my- fuck, yes!! you’re so fucking big seobie!” is what urges your boyfriend to snap his hips even harder into you, his ego boosted by just how loud you are. you’re so responsive, he can feel your pussy tightening around him into a vice grip, as if you want to milk him for everything he has and more. your begs and whines only increase in volume when he dips a finger down to play with your clit, and after a few seconds you’re crashing, melting into him as he continues to fuck you through both of your orgasms. he’s peppering your face in kisses to bring you down from cloud nine, praising you for being so sexy, so good for him. you don’t even realize that this is the first time you’ve squirted in front of your boyfriend until he’s sinking down to level with your cunt, displaying a crazy look in his eyes before he dives in and starts to fuck his tongue into you with as much vigor as he fucked you with earlier. pulls away for a moment to take a good look at your face, and then opening his mouth to say,

“you’re so sexy baby, gonna make you squirt again. you wanted this, right? wanted it so bad and now you’re twitching like you can’t handle it. gon’ fuck you into next week baby, will you let me?”

a/n: i <3 needy piwon

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