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#ARENT YOU THE CROWN PRINCE
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WHAT THE FAWK
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Rebel
Prince!Kylo Ren x Cage Fighter!Reader
Summary: Prince Kylo was a rebel at heart. His grandfather, Emperor Anakin, was on his final limb trying to groom the boy into becoming a good Skywalker, but it seems he was too preoccupied with things outside his duty to care.
Word Count: 9k+
Warnings: fem!reader, alternate universe, slight modern/contemporary world au?, royal family-ish au, enemies with benefits?, smut (sadism, dom/sub dynamic, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, light bondage), kylo is going through a phase ig, yucky smoker!kylo (don't smoke pls), slow burn, typos, etc.
A/N: Felt like cross posting this on AO3 also minors dni you guys arent ready for this because I'm not ready for this HAHAAHHA my brain farts are real. also if there's anything wrong with my star wars lore just roll with it ok it's the beauty of my au world HAHHAH <3 Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx
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"Put that out before father sees you."
Kylo looks over his shoulder, pulling away the cigarette from his lips as he blows smoke from his lungs. He looks at his mother and sighs, "my father or your father?"
Leia eyes her son, "Ben-"
"Kylo," he corrects, taking another puff of his smoke.
The crown princess narrows her eyes and with one flick of her finger, the barely burning cigarette shoots out of his fingers, across the hall.
"Bro- what the fu-"
"See," she places her hands on her hips, "you would have been able to stop me if you trained with Luke more often," Kylo's mother offers as she leans into him and sniffs his rank smoker odor, brushing him off as she did.
Leia's son, who towers over her, cringes as he is pat down harshly.
Leia notes, "you reek."
"Stop it," he quips as his shoulder is swatted with way more force than necessary. Kylo curls his arms over himself in protection. She does not relent, and so he calls, "mom!"
Leia sighs and places her hands on her hips, "no, you're right," she looks up at him, "I should just let the emperor catch you," she raises a finger, "and let's be honest. Even if you trained more with Luke," she turns about, " you still wouldn't be able to best me."
The woman marches off, mentally noting to rant to her son's father about him.
Kylo grunts as he watches his mother walk away. By the time she reaches then end of the hall, Kylo rolls his eyes and shakes his head. He pulls out his sleek, silver box of cigarettes and grabs a stick. He turns around as he begins to light the thing lazily pressed between his lips.
He doesn't get to though. His fire is burnt out by the ominous snippy atmosphere and his lighter slips through his fingers.
Immediately, the cigarette falls after, down to his boots and he grows frigid at the sight of the slouching man before him, hand propped on a cane, face concealed in a dark mask.
"Emperor. I-"
"Continue to disappoint?" he speaks through the constraint of his mask, not even raising a finger to get both the fallen objects on the floor as well as the one in Kylo's hands.
The emperor chucks out those hazards through the window, using so much Force that it probably propelled out of orbit. Kylo internally begins to sputter out curses.
"Why are you roaming here in the gardens, killing your grandmother's flowers, boy?" the old man demands, breathing heavily.
Kylo gulps and clenches his hands into a fist.
"Are you not meant to be training with your uncle?" Anakin quips, taking a deep breath as he slowly walks past his grandson.
Kylo tenses and steps aside to allow the emperor passage. He knows better than to do so, and yet he still offers, "do you want some hel-"
"Do you have a death wish?" Anakin wheezes as he heads to the arch in the hall, not even sparing his hulk of a progeny a look. He would have beaten his ass in his prime, he thinks, as he makes his way into the palace garden.
Immediately, Anakin feels a Force around him. He basks in it and Kylo can feel it too, though he thinks the Force is coming from his mother's father.
Anakain swears he can smell the scent of his beloved Padme in this moment. He mentally debates taking his mask off, but decides against it, knowing his child's child will throw a hissy fit, then his actual children will throw another hissy fit.
Kylo does nothing but watch the old man walk off. He thinks of the few memories he has with his grandmother then goes terse all over again when he hears a shout, "GO TRAIN, BOY!"
Kylo releases a breath, "yes sir."
Anakin, after a long while, finally reaches a bench and sits down. He looks at the flowers in the shrubs and bushes around him. He breathes in deeply, as deeply as his mask will allow him then closes his eyes. He pretends he was not himself, rather that he was his younger self. He thinks about his wife and how he would have plucked out a flower for her in this moment.
"Oh, Padme," instead he sighs, "you're grandson is a rebel, my love. I don't know what to do with him," he opens his eyes, "but you would have."
Kylo, at this point, had successfully fled the wrath of his forebears, and was now at the garage, readying his air speeder. He ruffles his black, baggy jeans with infinite pockets and feels his key eventually. He jumps in his vehicle and finds another box of cigarettes in his compartment.
"Thank you, Kylo," he mutters to himself as he gets another stick of nicotine.
He lights his cigarette as he waits for the garage door to open.
But then came a high-pitched beeping noise, and he immediately pulls away the lit stick in his mouth.
R2-D2 rambles on and on in his dings and buzzes in a scolding manner.
Kylo's ears ring. Fucking droid. He rubs his ear then turns to his side. He watches as the robot nears rolls back and forth as it chastises him.
"Can it, tin can."
R2-D2's light becomes red.
Kylo clutches his steering wheel, "if you rat me out to grandpa, I'll turn you into a museum display."
R2-D2 flares even more at the threat.
"Well, I don't give a shit if uncle Luke is waiting for me," he snips back, staring his engine, then driving off. He raises a hand, "later, loser."
R2-D2 loses its marbles.
Kylo drives deep into the capital city, the part that was more commercial and had less military presence. But really, the old man's reach was felt throughout the galaxy. It'd be a matter of time before his fun is over. That's why he intends on having as much fun as he possibly can.
He aimlessly roams for a moment, driving through streets he frequents, and some he doesn't recall he's ever been. He leans on his side and feels the wind blow back his jaw length hair. Then he finds himself parking in a coincidentally free spot on a busy street.
It's destiny, he thinks.
So, he pulls up in the edge of the street and hops out of his air speeder, aimlessly walking around. He pulls out his comms device and sends a message.
From Kylo: where u?
He shoves his comms back in his pocket, keeping his hands stuffed there, knowing he wouldn't get a response from his friend any time soon. He walks to the edge of the street, stops right at a pedestrian lane, then crosses once the light turns green.
As he struts past a conveniece store, he turns to his barely visible reflection and runs his hands through his hair. The street grows increasingly busy as he continues. It's packed with people on the daily their commute, off to work, to school, or to wherever they ought to be. With every being that passes him, human, alien, droid, or otherwise, he slowly feels the paranoia seep in him.
He rubs his nose, 100% sure that that old lady was whispering about him.
He was being watched, he was being looked at, he was being talked about. A work hazard, something you deal with as royalty. He likes to pretend he's better than that, public opinion doesn't matter to him, but he isn't a very good pretender.
He clears his throat, pulls out the shades he always kept handy on him, and puts them on. Suddenly, he's not as paranoid.
In truth, if you knew the faces of the Skywalker clan, not even these large glasses would stop you from recognizing him. But still, he felt better with them on. The only reason he probably did was because the little boy in him still believed the words of his father.
Ben had been 4 or 5 at the time, and had been struggling with the attention from the general public and the press. Han Solo had gave him shades, the very same one he had now, and told him when he had them on, he'd be invisible. It helped that his dad, mom, and uncle were in on it and pretended he was when he'd wear them. The servants were quick enough to follow suit. His grandfather though, ever the cynic, never played the game with him, and always told him to put the ridiculous thing off.
He figured then of course the emperor could see him. He had superior connections with the Force.
Kylo crosses the street.
A group of school girls catch sight of him and stare as he walks by. Once he's gone, they squeal and gush over how handsome he was.
Kylo feels his comms vibrate.
To Kylo: At work. Can't come.
Kylo snorts, then turns to his side when he smells an alluring savory scent. He sees the burrito stand and walks over as he replies.
From Kylo: im getting burritos
Kylo walks to the order window and decides he'll get what he always gets. The employee begrudgingly walks over to the window and leans on the table by the window, "Good morning," she says flatly, "what can I get you?"
Kylo examines at the bandage she has on her brow and the swollenness of her cheek. He knows it'll turn blue soon, but he doesn't say that, "two classic burritos, one of them with extra radish."
She nods and then punches up Kylo's order on the register, "12 credits."
Kylo pulls his head back, "12? It's 4.50 each."
"Not anymore for a long time," she mutters in response, shifting in her spot.
Kylo lets out a breath, thinking it's a ridiculous price, but pays 12 credits nonetheless.
He receives another message.
To Kylo: No.
Kylo snorts yet again at his text mate. He moves to the side and waits for his order. In the meantime, he looks around the block, thinking of what else he can do to amuse himself.
From the corner of his eye, he spots the sign The Death Star, and chuckles under his breath. He uses his Force to try and see what exactly this death star was, and then quickly realizes it was a cage fighting arena.
Kylo smirks.
From Kylo: come to 12th street. we're watching a cage fight in the death star :D
Kylo turns around when he hears his order get called out. He says quick thank you to the man who gives him his burrito. He looks at him and his pudgy form, then examines his knuckes before he pulls away. He spots, seeing no bruise on them. He definitely wasn't the one who punched the lady that worked here.
Kylo then crosses and heads to The Death Star. He looks at his comms one last time before heading for the entrance.
To Kylo: ????
"Moron," he chuckles to himself.
He reaches The Death Star, finding it had a small entrance with guard big enough to block it whole.
"50 credits," the bouncer says to him.
Kylo looks at the man. He was twice as big as the one who worked at the burrito shop. Still, Kylo thinks he could take him.
"Why so expensive?" he asks.
The bouncer rolls his shoulders back, "you got a problem, peasant? Then leave."
He does not like that. The bouncer was on the steps leading up to the door, which was why he was about as tall as Kylo. He wonders if he should force choke him and walk in, but then he feels a buzz from the comms in his pocket and is snapped out of it. He pays the over-expensive door fee then walks in, eating his burrito.
"Just keep walking straight then go down the stairs," the bouncer says, "you can't miss it."
He doesn't miss it. He immediatly spots the stairs, finding it went both up and down. Kylo looks up in curiosity. He figures if he instead went upstairs, there would most definitely be someone there waiting him to throw him down. He simply just descends with his burrito.
Once he reaches the only place the stairs lead to, he surveys the setting, wondering why there were chandeliers and drapes in this foyer when he knows once he gets to the area where the crowds were screaming, there would be a semi-large cage and audience members hollering for blood. Weird.
But then again, his grandpa lived in a palace and he was out for his blood.
He takes it back. It's fitting.
He continues to walk, chewing on his food, then get into the arena, at the very edge of it. It seems the round just finished, considering the reaction of the crowd.
Kylo promptly finds an empty spot, then sits down as he watches the cage get swept. It looks like a droid was shattered after the match.
He chuckles when he imagines it being R2-D2.
It takes a few minutes for the next round to commence, and by the time it does, Kylo's burrito was finished.
At this moment, he pulls out his comms and sees he's received multiple messages. He grins when he sees the one that confirmed that he was, in fact, going to be seeing his friend here at the death star soon.
There is a loud announcement suddenly, and the crowd goes wild. Soon enough two competitors are announced, and Kylo perks up and tilts his head when he sees the face of one of them, you, the burrito lady.
Kylo, is so stunned that has to push his shades down to see if he was seeing clearly. Yep. Still 20/20.
There you were, standing no longer in your burrito-stand uniform, but in fitted shorts and a fitted tank top. You had wraps in your hands and feet, and the marks on your face made total sense now.
Kylo leans back on his seat and pushes his shades up.
You got them from your cage fights.
He finds himself smiling.
Interesting.
"- with 27 wins and 2 losses-"
Hmm, an impressive record.
Kylo cannot help but to cheer with the crowd as it screams for you after you are introduced. An interesting name you had. He'll have to remember that.
Both you and your opponent's hands are raised just before the start of the match.
The prince nods his head and thinks he will enjoy seeing you win or lose today.
Halfway through the match, as Kylo is screaming for you as you bash your knee into your opponent, who was, mind you, twice your size, he is grabbed my the arm and ripped out of his focus.
Kylo turns annoyed then breaks into a smile, speaking loudly over the audience' noise. "Hux! You're just in time." Kylo hands the man the burrito with extra radish, then turns back to the cage, "burrito girl is really good!"
Hux takes the burrito and looks at Kylo, then the cage. The dark haired man clenches his hand into a fist and cheers as the round is called to an end.
The red haired man pulls his head back after beholding the collective protests.
"AW WHAT! SHE TOTALLY WON THAT ROUND!" Kylo snarls against the announcement that your slimy alienoid opponent was the victor for round 3.
Kylo sits back down and cross his arms. Hux sits down next to him and gives him a look, "you're insane, you know that right? D'you know what would happen to us if someone-"
"And you're boring," Kylo retorts, running his hand through his dark locks.
Hux holds back his eyeroll, and shakes his head instead. His ginger, gelled back hair reflects the glaring spotlights in the room. Hux unwraps his burrito and takes a bite, crossing his legs as he did so.
Kylo turns to him, mentally noting he appreciated he came to him right after work, the give away being he was still in uniform. Hux's sharp shoulder pads starkly contrasted the softness of his frumpy sweater, though they were both black.
"Extra radish," he points.
Hux nods and rolls his eyes, "yes," he chews, "thank you, Ben."
Kylo glares at him.
Hux chews some more, then corrects himself, "Kylo."
Kylo turns away, looking back at the cage.
The next round promptly begins and Kylo is visibly excited. He talks over the loud cheers of the crowd, "we're going to meet her after the round."
Hux knits his brows as Kylo stands to his feet and claps for the competitors.
"Meet? Who?"
"Her!" Kylo points to the cage.
Hux looks.
"I paid 500 credits to have her company to ourselves later," Kylo says with a fond smile.
Hux nearly chokes on his burrito, "you what?!"
He is dutifully ignored for the rest of the match.
When the match does end, Hux thinks of Kylo's decisions even more poorly. The prince is incredibly sour, as the match did not end in favor of this burrito girl as he had gotten fond of for no other reason than that he is compulsive.
Hux does not know if he should be mulling over the fact that the girl, who lost the match on a technicality, worked part-time at the burrito shop that made the delicious snack he just ate, or the fact that Kylo, in all his temper and moodiness, was about to meet her when he was extremely disappointed and very emotional over her loss.
Hux, though he knew about Kylo's explosive tendencies, doesn't dare offer to just leave though, considering he basically made himself homeless by paying so much to meet the cage fighter.
That would be funny though, no? A homeless prince.
When Kylo and Hux are let in the back room, the two turn to each other, seeing the poor conditions of the place.
"500 credits dude," you say, standing from the spot you were sat on.
Kylo takes in the cuts and bruises in your form, agreeing with himself that, considering the violence you exacted and received in the ring, you looked extremely well, and came out mostly unscathed.
"You should have won that round," Kylo says shaking his head. He watches as you smile softly at his words. He feels his chest flutter and decides he enjoys the subtleness of your expression. He would love to make you react the same way again, "that thing outnumbered you with his six arms."
You shrug, toned shoulders glistening with sweat and ointment. Now that he was up close, Kylo could see how fit you were. He licks his lips when he catches your barely visible navel.
"A biological advantage," you retort, "it's not like I can ask him to cut off his arms for me to make it fair."
"Still," Kylo raises a finger, "you should have won."
You shake your head at his words, offering another smile, but no further reply.
Hux surveys the dingy room, thinking if you worked at a burrito stand and a cage fighting job, you must be desperate for credits. He turns to you and straightens up, "you know, with your skills, you could do well as a trooper," the commander says, "you would be paid well, given lodging, health care-"
"So you are an imperialist," you place a hand on your hip and point to him.
Commander Hux tenses. Kylo chews his bottom lip as he holds back a laugh.
I mean, Hux was very visibly an imperialist.
"I thought you just liked imperial fashion on whole other level," you add.
Hux finds himself getting defensive, "is that a problem?"
You tilt your head, "liking imperial fashion or being an imperialist?"
Kylo pretends he's offended and knits his brows, speaking at the same time as his friend, "both."
You look between the two and shake your head, "no. It's just weird to see an actual, I don't know, officer from the regiment spectate a match."
Hux narrows his eyes, "why, is this place illegal?"
You snort, and Kylo beams at the idea.
"I wouldn't have joined this troupe if it was."
Kylo is mildly disappointed, but more so amused by the topic that was spiraling and how Hux was reacting to it. Kylo turns back to you when you point at him, "I remember where I know you from."
Hux feels slightly agitated over the idea the prince was going to be recognized.
Kylo smiles and adjusts his shades, "yes, you took my ord-"
"History class, 204, professor Djarin."
"..."
Hux pulls his head back and looks between Kylo and you.
Kylo is dumbfounded. So much so, he takes off his shades, "you went to Naboo Public State?"
You promptly laugh upon seeing his brown eyes, knowing well how much he rolled them at your shared history teacher, "yeah. Djarin called you Skyslugger cause you were always late."
Hux internally cringes, agitation level skyrocketing, because that does sound like something that would have happened to him in school. That meant, you knew exactly who they both were now, which meant, if you wanted, you could happily talk about how a commanding officer and the prince of the empire went to your cage fight match at a place called The Death Star, and paid 500 credits to speak with you after. Lord, he could already hear General Leia's disappointment in his head.
Kylo snorts, though he was more annoyed at the memory than amused, "damn Din Djarin."
"You never graduated, did you?" you ask.
Hux turns to Kylo, wordlessly telling him not to answer that.
Kylo does anyway, "I didn't, no. Parent's pestering me to re-enroll."
That's enough, Ben, Hux thinks loudly.
You tilt you head, "maybe you should."
Hux turns to you and presses his lips, "hear that, maybe you should!"
Kylo turns to him as Hux slaps his hand on Kylo's shoulder. He glares at Hux, "no."
A beat passes.
You look between the two, "so, what did you want to talk to me about?"
Hux instinctively turns to Kylo, prompting you to do the same.
"Well," Kylo starts, leaning onto one leg, crossing his arms.
Hux recognizes this behavior and then makes a face.
"I honestly wanted to just talk about how I think you deserved to win, and perhaps," he moves slightly closer to you, "to invite you to hang out with us."
Hux shakes his head and raises his hands, "count me out. I have places to be."
"Just you and me then," Kylo smiles softly.
Hux rolls his eyes, he was right. Another day, another plaything. He so very much wants to leave now.
But then, Hux catches the way your face twists. He finds his lips curling into amusement as you furrow your brows. You are clearly uninterested, and suddenly, he is glad that Kylo paid 500 credits just to be here. His rejection will be sweet and deserved.
"Your payment for a meet does not extend to outside endeavors."
Kylo nods, leaning towards you more, "oh, I know. Just wondered if you would be interested in getting a drink."
"Well, I'm not."
"Interested in getting a drink?"
"In you, Prince Ben."
Kylo's face twitches. Hux clears his throat to hold back his laugh.
Kylo doesn't have anything else to say and it is hillarious.
Another beat passes.
You shift in your spot as Hux turns around and laughs in his hand. Kylo rubs his nose and straightens up.
"Is that it?" you ask.
Kylo turns to you, ire beginning to burn, "what?"
"Is that all you wanted?" you clarify, waving a hand. "I mean, you paid 500 credits, I can show you around the place if you like."
Hux turns back around and smiles, "oh, please, do. That would be lovely."
Kylo clenches his jaw, "no. I saw everything I needed to see already."
Hux makes a soft oof sound and indulges himself with a chuckle.
"I'm a force user," Kylo says, "I used my Force Sight to see."
"Ah," you nod.
Hux turns to you and nods, "I stand corrected, I think we will both be leaving now."
You purse your lips and shrug, "suit yourself."
Kylo releases a huff. You knit your brows when he nods to you in regard, "burrito girl."
You blink at him, "500 credits dude."
Hux watches as you curtsy at Kylo. He shakes a hand and his head, mouthing, "he doesn't like that."
You straighten up and watch as the two then walk out of the room.
"Oh, if you ever want to apply as a troop, tell them you were recommended by commander Armitage Hux."
You raise your brows at that, "your name is Armitage?"
Hux makes a face at your expression, "what? Why?"
"Nothing it's just, you don't look like-"
"Hux, let's go."
You turn to Kylo, who just walked out of the room.
"Just call me Hux, everyone calls me that."
You purse your lips then nod.
"Goodbye then," Hux waves and follows after his friend.
As Kylo and Hux exit the room, then the arena, the latter notes, "well that was fun."
Kylo ignores him.
Hux chuckles, "oh, come on. She was a good fighter. You said it yourself."
Kylo grunts.
"I especially enjoyed it when she defeated you."
Kylo glares at Hux. Hux grins from ear to ear.
"Do you want me to demote you?" Kylo groans.
"You can't demote me, prince Ben," Hux says a-matter-of-factly as they climb up the stairs.
Kylo eyes Hux as he ascends before him then uses his Force to make him trip on the steps.
As Hux nearly faceplants, barely catching himself with his hands as he crashes down, Kylo steps over him and continues climbing up.
"BEN!"
Kylo hisses harshly, "don't call me that."
Kylo leaves Hux, deciding he deserved it for being annoying. He thinks he'll go get drinks by himself since no one cared to keep him company.
He nearly breaks his comms after all the ruckus it made while he was brooding in a booth at a lounge he frequented. He doesn't destroy it though. It wasn't his to break. It was a gift from his uncle. His mother refused to get him a new one after breaking countless ones before this one. Luke made him swear to keep it intact.
Kylo abandons his booth to get himself another drink after finishing his nth cocktail.
This time around, with his tiny martini glass in hand, complete with a paper umbrella, he decides he's going to dance, even if he was tipsy and, frankly, hated dancing, especially those folkdances his mother and grandmother taught him and made him do every moment they could. Fuck that shit.
Kylo puts the umbrella stick in his hair just by his ear and chugs his drink as he walks to the crowded dancefloor.
He raises both of his hands and sways his hips on beat as he sifts through the creatures dancing to insanely loud music.
He randomly taps someone's shoulder and hands them the glass, which they stupidly accept, allowing Kylo to break it down and boogie freely with no glass to think about. Only his dark glasses.
By break it down and boogie, of course, I meant Kylo was flailing his head and arms around, pivoting his shoulder and belly to the music. Was it good? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
He feels a bunch of people come onto him, grinding on him or dancing with him. He lets them. When they tell him they should take their dancing somewhere else, he refuses.
Eventually, he's turned down a bunch of people and is left alone.
With his forehead damp with sweat, he exits the dance floor when the music changes to something slow.
He decides to get himself another drink.
"Never knew you had that in you, Ben."
He cringes before he even sits down. He turns to the woman in a pink dress next to the stool at the bar he was about to sit on. He feels his brows pull up at the sight of her.
"Don't call me that, burrito girl," Kylo quips as he calls for the bartender.
You furrow brows further, leaning on the bar top, "call you what? Your name?"
Kylo is served another cocktail, the only one he ever orders, without needing to say it. He thanks the bartender as he downs his drink.
You raise your brows at him, watching some of the liquid spill from his corners of his mouth.
Kylo turns to you, wiping his lips, "don't call me Ben."
You blink, "so... you want to me to call you 500 credits dude?"
"Kylo," he retorts, as he racks his brain. He can't seem to remember what he's looking for though, so he asks, "what was your name again?"
You give him a once over before responding.
When he hears your name, Kylo shakes his head, thinking, truly, the only time he heard it was during the match earlier today, "I really don't remember you."
You chuckle, "yeah, more so now than ever."
Kylo looks at the bright pink dress on your body and thinks it looks good on you, "you change your mind then?"
You take a sip of your drink and turn to him, "what?"
"You come here knowing it's where I'd be?" Kylo leans forward.
You raise a brow at him, "no. I came here to meet someone but I got stood up."
Kylo chuckles, "serves you right."
"Excuse me?" you tilt your head.
Kylo grins and stands, "you're excused."
Kylo walks off and heads for the dancefloor again even though the music was still slow. Why? Because fuck it. He was down to slow dance with strangers.
You take your turn to survey Kylo as he drunkenly moves to the dancefloor. He was incredibly large and even through his baggy clothes, you could tell he was quite athletically built. You turn away just before he catches you looking.
The entire time he dances, Kylo's eyes isn't closed like how they were a while ago. He was looking at you, faced to the bar, hunched over in a pretty pink dress, waiting for no one.
Pathetic. You should be dancing here with him.
He dodges a two headed alien that asks if he wants to have a good time and walks back to you.
He calls out your name and grabs your arm, making you turn to him from your seat with a glare that would have intimidated him, but he was drunk, and he could so take you... in more ways than one.
"Forget about that loser. He's not into you. I am. Dance with me."
You gotta hand it to him. He is confident. But then again, it'd be embarrassing to be in line for the throne and not be.
You take a moment to wonder how Kylo could possibly know you were waiting for a guy then decide he was just good at guessing, not that you looked pathetic right now. You pull your arm out of his grasp, "haven't we established I don't like you?"
"Yeah," Kylo scoffs, placing his hands on his hips, "well, I don't like you either."
You narrow your eyes at him, "why do you want me to dance with you then?"
"Because this is what lounges are for!" Kylo flails his hands out, "not for sulking."
You roll your eyes at him and turn away.
Kylo raises a finger and uses his Force to spin you around. When you realize this is what he did, you stand and look up at him, eyes devoid of any amusement, "you know, I don't care who you are. You're seriously pushing your luck right now."
Kylo enjoys a good conflict. He shakes his head the way drunk people do and raises a finger, "if you're going to waste your time waiting on someone you already know stood you up, wouldn't it be better for him to walk in on you having so much fun rather than looking miserable?"
You clench your jaw at his words and tense when he grabs your wrist and pulls you to the dance floor.
This time, you do not refute him, though you drag your feet on the way.
"Only to make him jealous," you say, walking close to Kylo.
Kylo makes a gagging sound, "how corny of you."
You shove him back, and Kylo is taken off guard by how strong you actually are. He collides into a group of people, who promptly shove him back towards you. You grunt as you catch him, keeping him upright.
"You're wasted," you hiss.
Kylo grins, "no, I'm Kylo."
You roll your eyes, pushing him away with less force, then turn around and leave him there.
Kylo grabs your arm before you can walk away any further .To his surprise, you do not repel him and easily fall back into his arms.
"We're meant to dance not to-"
Kylo shuts himself up when you speak a name that is not at all his.
He lifts up his eyes and sees a man looking at you with contempt. Before he can think, you shove him away and walk over to loser. The man eyes Kylo as you walk with him.
Kylo feels a headache coming on. He just stands there in the middle of the crowd, sticking out like sore thumb with how large and unmoving he was, waiting for the headache to come. To his luck, it doesn't.
He decides to go to the bathroom then settle his bill.
He busts open the men's bathroom door, cringing at the sound of moans that come to a halt when he enters. He quickly washes his hands and walks out, pulling out his comms device, sending a message to multiple people to have him get picked up.
He decides to drink some more as he waits.
He downs about three more cocktails before paying his dues and coming to terms with the fact no one was going to pick him up.
He sighs and drunkenly gets out of the lounge, gracelessly bumping into some people along the way.
He is surprised to see a pretty pink dress when he gets out to the curb.
Kylo calls out your name and hears you gasp.
When you turn to him, he swears he sobers up a fraction at the sight of your red eyes and tear stained cheeks.
He coughs and shifts on his spot, "you want me to kill him?" He points to no where.
You knit your brows and cross your arms, "what?"
"I can kill him for you," Kylo mutters.
You make a face and shake your head rapidly, "are you insane?"
"Yes," he mutters, "I don't like it when girls cry over guys-" he brushes his nose, "-s'why I don't date."
For a prolonged moment, you stare at Kylo, at this drunken Ben Solo, second in line to the Skywalker Empire, the same one who laughed at your joke that one time during lunch. You feel incredulous to the events that has transpired.
You weren't shocked that he didn't know you from university. For starters, he was a chronic repeater, turned drop out, which was insane to think considering he let the class copy off his exams, setting a new curve because of how many of them aced that test.
Ben Solo was the cool kid with bad habits, and he hung out with troopers in his spare time, which meant he didn't really know anyone beyond his circle.
And this Kylo persona was just the same as the Ben you once knew. Bigheaded, loud, and rebellious, with streaks of genuinity and thoughtfulness who wouldn't expect from him.
He was a loose canon in other words. This was why you didn't like him, why every time people would gush about him, you'd let yourself think opposite because nothing ever came out of liking a guy like him.
You ask through your clogged sinuses, rather out of context, "why can't I call you Ben?"
Kylo runs his hands through his hair, the umbrella he left there falls on the floor, "cause I don't like him."
"You don't like Ben?"
He shakes his head, "don't wanna be him."
A group of people exit the lounge the next moment, prompting Kylo to walk over to you to make way. You narrow your eyes at his answer and wipe your face. He probably meant he doesn't want to assume his roles as a prince.
You find yourself chuckling.
Everyone's got their own thing, you think.
"You're drunk," you mutter, making him turn to you.
"I'm Kylo," he repeats once more, making you roll your eyes.
"Yeah, I got that, prince."
Kylo grumbles, looking away from you, "shut up."
The word triggers you, because the man you thought you loved and would love you back just spoke the same words to you a while ago. You look at him, emotions flaring up all over again. They manifest in rage and contempt, "no."
Kylo turns back to you, face fully annoyed.
"It's the truth, isn't it?" you stab, "why do I have to shut up about it?"
Kylo shakes his head and let out a deep breath. The smell of alcohol makes you pull back, "now I really don't like you."
You scoff, "well I really don't like you either."
"I didn't even do anything to you," he raises a finger, "and you rejected me?" he retorts in full offence.
You pull your head back at his words.
He begins to trail off, "what? Was I a jerk to you in uni? I wouldn't have been because I barely talked to anyone there, so I know you're just being spiteful."
Is he really on about that? You make a face, "have you never been rejected before."
"Of course I've been rejected," he sputters out, "just not without unfounded reason."
You cannot believe what you're hearing, it was like this moment really was a reply of your earlier encounter.
"Are you trying to say I'm being senseless?"
Kylo scoffs, "I'm saying you getting dumped is the universe balancing itself out."
You let out a dry laugh, "wow," you step on his foot, making him reel back in pain, "asshole!"
Kylo nearly topples over as he pulls his leg back and grunts, "you little shit!"
You very much walk away after that. You manage to storm to the edge of the street before you can't move at all anymore.
It takes the honking obnoxious sounds of Kylo coming near for you to realize it was all his doing.
He comes over like a siren, screaming out in the otherwise quiet street, "give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you out into orbit right now."
You turn to him, feeling just a fraction of a tinge of fear rise up into because he was from a line of powerful Force users after all. But then you remember Ben Solo was all bark and hardly any bite. You scoff, "well, for starters, I don't think you could even if you wanted to."
Kylo laughs. It's honestly pretty dark it makes your skin break out with gooseflesh.
"If you could, you'd have done it by now-" you choke on your last word. Literally, Kylo force chokes you up until he gets close enough to press his hand on your throat.
In all honestly, you were in a damning situation, and yet you were more focused on the way he licked his lips, grit his teeth, and rubbed his fingers on your skin. That, and the fact that you still could actually breathe through the pressure he was putting on you.
You felt your stomach roll.
He pulls you close to him, and before you can think of fighting back, he uses his force to keep your body pinned in place.
He releases you altogether and gives you a once over, "don't underestimate the things I can do."
Kylo looks at the cut on your lip, drawn over with lipstick. He thinks of licking the color off, "the things I want to do to you."
Your heart skips a beat. You huff, hands shooting to his sides the moment he releases you from his Force hold.
His other hands comes to your neck. He tilts your head up at him.
You heave, "and what do you want to do with me... Ben?"
He hisses, "put out that glint in your eye," he steps forward, pressing his fingers into my scalp, "make you beg."
You feel your stomach roll.
It amplifies when Kylo traces the injuries on your face with his fingers.
Needless to say, Kylo was wholly surprised but fully pleased when you got back to your place and didn't put up much a fight against him.
He was a kinky fucker, making you get on your knees, making you do his every whim, making you call him sir.
You figured pretty quickly that he probably craved to be in control, considering how bossy he was. Kylo figured the opposite for you, considering how readily you were to be told what to do.
He fully enjoys making you undress him, especially with all the lip worship you gave on his burning skin. He half regrets making you undress yourself, considering how satisfying it was to see you strip. He would have loved it more had he done it himself. Maybe next time.
He massages your body the moment your bare. He makes it a point not to press on your bruised skin, but then the inner sadist in him felt his insides ignite at the whimper that left your lips when his hand brush over your swollen hips.
"Kylo," you moaned as he kneaded at your sides while he trailed kisses down your sternum.
He lifts his head, smirking as you tugged at his hair, asking for his attention.
"Yes, my sweet?"
With you pressed beneath him on your bed, you buck your hips upward into him. He feels his cockiness double with your neediness.
"I'm gonna have to hear you beg, baby girl," Kylo muses, "that's our deal."
You whimper, "please."
Kylo is insufferable. He grabs your bare thighs and pulls them apart, rubbing himself in your already sopping heat. He pouts, feigning confusion, "please what?"
"Please, sir," you whine.
He laughs, asking again, "please sir what?"
"Please, sir, do something."
How desperate. Adorable.
Kylo sighs and nibbles on your breast as you tighten your legs around him, "hmmm, let me take my time."
Your soft flesh reluctantly retreats out of his mouth as you force his head off you by lifting it up. Your nipple is grazed out of Kylo's teeth as you shimmy beneath him, pushing your way down against his wishes, wanting nothing more than to be aligned on him.
You want to be a brat? Game.
Next thing you know you're paying your dues, pressed on your knees, hands bound to the bed with his belt as he lets your needy core drip down your parted thigh as he barely touches you with his fingers.
"One more time," Kylo coaxes as you sob and whine.
"I'm sorry, sir," you sigh in defeat, eyes watering at the edging.
Kylo shushes you, though he laughs and shifts behind you. Your body jolts you feel him grab your hips that have been tirelessly hanging in the air, waiting for this very moment to come to pass.
"Now, remind me what you want again?" Kylo says as he brushes the tip of his length against your entrance.
You let out a pathetic cry, feeling your core flutter in anticipation. You desperately cry out his name.
He appreciates it, but it isn't an answer. He tells you this exactly.
"Need you," you mutter, "need you to fuck me."
Kylo's ego is through the roof. "Need me to fuck you?" he repeats, though he does not give away how much that strokes his ego.
He does not forget your lack of respect though, "where's that sir, baby?"
You nearly sob as you repeat yourself, "need you to fuck me, sir."
You let out a lewd noise when you feel him slowly push into you.
You immediately try to fuck yourself onto him, but you're too delirious, and he's too strong for you to follow through. Kylo locks you in place, pulling you tightly against him, "hold on, pretty girl. Don't ruin this for me. Need you to calm down and take me well."
All you can do is pull at your bounds, further helping the bruises form there for visibly.
"Kylo," you groan in an empty threat and desperate plea.
"Okay, okay," he chuckles, slowly beginning to move.
You graciously moan in response.
He immediately quickens his pace.
Your noises grow louder.
Kylo wonders about your neighbors. He smiles and decides he doesn't care though. The next moment he thrusts into you so punishingly, as if it was a punishment. But no it felt so good.
Your bodies slamming against each other makes your bed creak in distress as it, itself, ruts into the wall behind its headboard.
You drool on your arm as you breathe hotly against it.
Kylo drives you further into insanity by rubbing into clit.
Needless to say, the next thing you know, you're making even more of a mess and your legs begin to give out as he continues to brutalize into your tenderness.
You come around him with a frantic cry and feel your body quake and tighten around him.
The ripples of ecstasy continue to ride out and heighten when Kylo comes inside you, pouring all his heat, frustration, and want into you.
He basks in your wetness the way you bask in his hardness. Your toes curl and your air leaves you. Kylo's rigid thrusts continuously grow sloppier.
A few moments pass and you both go putty.
You very much remember going for a less intense, more intimate round two after, with him leaning against your headboard and you maneuvering up and down him as your chests pressed together. You very much also remember Kylo curling into you later that night.
What you don't remember was ever kissing him, or feeling him get up to leave the morning after.
So it was a big fuck you when you saw him later that day, with his stupid ass shades in the middle of the afternoon as he whimpered over a ticket.
You made a mental note of the make and plate number of his air speeder next time he makes a mistake of parking it here.
The truth was, Kylo had been waiting for you at the burrito store, not knowing you didn't have a shift that day, and once the pudgy guy, a funny guy honestly, name Marley, told him he couldn't loiter there, he bought a burrito and asked where you were. Marley told him that you didn't have a shift today, so then he made Marley promise to pass a message to you. Kylo trusted him to tell you that he wanted to apologize for leaving.
That fucking summit earlier today was so fucking boring.
And Marley did mean to pass the message on, it's just that he forgot after taking so many burrito orders.
So it came as an even bigger fuck you when Kylo came to your match that same day, cheering you on.
What you wouldn't do to have him trapped in this cage with you.
You made it a point to tell the guys at The Death Star, not to let 500 credits dude anywhere near your changing room later that day, nor to let him in the place again, in fact, unless he was willing to pay 500 credits as a door charge.
So the next day, guess who wastes 500 credits trying to get into The Death Star for absolutely no reason?
Kylo does.
You didn't even fight that day.
The day after that, he has half the brain to go to the burrito stand again instead.
You nearly lunge at him and the stupid shades propped on his pointed nose through the window when he says, "you made your guy charge me 500 credits as a door fee?"
"Sorry, I only do burritos here," you quip back, "don't know what you're talking about."
Kylo brings out some units, "20 burritos then," he raises a finger, "I'll give a tip only if they're made by you."
You growl at him, nearly swatting the credits off the window sill, "the fuck do you need 20 burritos for?"
"I have a family!" Kylo calls back.
"And you're their burrito provider?" you scoff back.
"I am, actually," Kylo growls, "this is the only place in the capital that has nice burritos!"
Marley overhears this and pushes you aside, "why thank you, Kylo."
Kylo turns to him, clearing his throat, "it's not really a compliment. It's my opinion."
Marley beams, "and a great one! You know, I've been meaning to tell you, you look so much like our star prince, Prince Ben Solo."
You watch as Ben Solo cringes and waves his hand, "trust me, we look nothing alike."
You scoff at him.
Marley doesn't get to refute that as suddenly, he remembers something and turns to you, "oh," he gasps, "that reminds me. Kylo was here when you didn't have a shift and said he wanted to speak to you."
You pull your head back, "what?"
Kylo's eye twitches, "wait, are you saying you didn't pass my message to her?"
Marley turns to Kylo, "well, I was stacked up with burrito orders-"
The ding of an alarm from behind you indicates that you no longer have to listen to him, as your shift just ended.
You're not dealing with this.
You immediately hang up your apron and promptly leave, heading out the back, trailing down the narrow alley.
Before you could even reach the end of the exit, you jolt back when you see a heaving Kylo run up to you and block your passage.
You glare at him, watching his adam's apple bob as he gulped. You, yourself, gulp at that.
"I had to leave because I had a duty early in the morning," he rushes out.
You huff and push past him, shoving him back. Again, he forgets about your strength, not that he remembers much about that night beyond your sweet sounds, and is shocked when he nearly topples back.
Kylo does feel something familiar with how he uses his Force to keep you from walking away.
"Kylo, I will fucking deck you, I swear to--"
"I didn't think of leaving a note because I panicked and I'm an idiot."
Kylo circles around you and raises his hands in surrender. He accepts the consequence of you decking him if you really meant to once he removes his Force hold.
You sigh deeply, but don't bash his head against the pavement. He is grateful for it.
"So," Kylo starts, "do you still hate me?"
You narrow your eyes at him and scoff, "what is that? An apology with no apology?"
Kylo watches you walk off and chases after you, not at all convincingly responding with a, "I'm sorry!"
To be fair, even he could tell that he sounded more confused that apologetic.
"Take a hike, Ben."
Kylo growls. He pulls his shades off and manages to stand in front of you. He clenches his jaw and points with his glasses, "you know what. I hate you too."
Your face contorts. You scoff, "great," you force a smile, moving on.
He blocks you again when you sidestep, "you have made me spend thousands of credits in such a short span of time."
You sidestep once more, only to have him block you.
"I never asked you to do any of that!"
"So you're not sorry," Kylo narrows his eyes.
"Not at all," you gleam.
"Then that fucking does it!" he barks.
You look up at him as he seethes.
He steps forward, "you hate me, cause I'm an dick, and I hate you, cause you're a bitch."
You let out an incredulous laugh and feel your insides rage.
You grab him, intent on seriously hurting him, but it seems he anticipates it and grabs you right back then spins you over. He pushes you against the wall of the dingy building, pinning you against his body.
He can feel his heart hammering in his chest.
You can feel your heart hammering in yours.
Neither of you can tell the other felt the same.
"Let me go, you fucking-"
"But I'm sure you can't say fucking without thinking of me fucking you, huh," he mutters under his breath as he brings his face near yours.
You tense at his words. You feel your breathing strain after.
Kylo's lips barely curve.
Defiantly, yet halfheartedly, you mutter under your breath, "fuck you."
He leans in and rubs his nose against your ear, "that can be arranged."
When Kylo releases you, you shove him back and walk off.
He heaves as he watches you storm away. He releases a breath in annoyance and licks his lips, finding himself gritting his teeth at his shoes. He got all worked up for nothing?
"Hey!"
Kylo lifts his head
"You better keep watching my matches," you say, turning to him as you walked back, "I get a cut from the door charge."
Kylo shifts in his spot. He does not show how he is pleased to know you want him to come to you again, "that 100% markup is cruel."
You shrug, "well, I hate you, so..."
Kylo holds back his laugh, "you'll pay for that, pretty girl."
You ignore the way your stomach rolls at his pet name. "Make me," you mock, turn away, then walk off, "see you, Ben."
Kylo scoffs, "oh, I'll make you."
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FAIRYTALES ARENT REAL
genre. brief fluff. angst. prince au. warnings. angst. lack of communication maybe? pairing. prince!joshua x fem!reader. wc. 1.8k. a/n mostly based on this look from the dream mv. credits to @shuatonin for the gif (it's gorgeous), also this turned out a lot longer than i thought lol.
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“You’ll ask me to dance at the ball tomorrow, right?” You said happily, smelling one of the fragrant roses in the palace garden. Joshua tailed behind you, nerves building up in the pit of his stomach the longer he spent with you, but fortunately, you didn’t seem to notice.
“Of course.” He smiled and you turned around to look at him. He could only see pure love and joy in your face, and it made him all the more guilty.
He shouldn’t have even let this go on for this long and given you false hope. There was just no way a prince like him could end up with someone like you. You weren’t poor, but you were of the middle class, high enough to maybe marry a palace official or guard, but certainly not a member of the royal family. No one would allow it.
Joshua was glad that you didn’t seem to catch onto his anxiousness, nor did you know that he was partially lying to try to spare your heartbreak. Though, maybe that was a bad thing, Joshua thought. Maybe it would be better to break it to you now so you would at least hear it from him instead of his actions. He furrowed his eyebrows, thinking of possible ways the upcoming ball could go and what the best thing to do was.
He pictured you walking through the doors with your gorgeous smile, adorning an elegant ball gown and looking more radiant than ever. He saw himself walking towards you, masquerade mask on just for show. It wouldn’t do much, as everyone there would already know who he was. Who could miss the crown prince anywhere? He would take your hand and lead you to the centre of the room, the music would play, and he would start dancing with you with everyone watching. They would watch as he ended the dance with a dip and then kissed you. Then there would be cheers from the crowd and aww’s as everyone saw how good you looked by his side. He would look up to the throne and see his father smile as well, giving him an affirmative nod.
But, no. That was all laughably unrealistic. Only in fairytales would something like that happen. Joshua sighed. If only his dreamlike sequence of the ball could become reality. He desperately wanted that, more than anything else in the world. But he wasn’t naive enough to think it was an actual possibility. He wasn’t being pessimistic, he was just being sensible, he told himself.
“-Shua?” 
“Huh?” He shook off his thoughts and looked up again, putting on a smile as best he could. You only called him by that nickname when you really wanted to get his attention. He hadn’t ever told you, but he felt as if he fell in love with you all over again whenever you said it.
“You were really stuck in your thoughts just then, weren’t you? I called you like 5 times.” You smiled amusingly, finding him to be the cutest in the world, especially when his face was scrunched up in thought, lips pouting slightly as if they were begging to be kissed.
“Yeah, I guess I was.” Joshua fiddled with his fingers, a nervous habit that he had developed since he was little.
“What were you thinking about?”
There it was. The question that made Joshua’s heart drop. He couldn’t possibly tell you. He wasn’t strong enough to watch your hopes be crushed. He didn’t want to tell you that you couldn’t be with him, that he couldn’t have you no matter how hard he wished he could. He wasn’t ready.
Joshua glanced through an opening in the hedge, feeling relieved as he spotted some guards patrolling the gardens on the other side. He grabbed your hand and quickly ducked behind another hedge. You knew the drill by now and didn’t question it. Joshua hoped that your question would also be left forgotten as you both waited in silence for the guards to pass.
Joshua peeked out from behind the hedge, pretending to spy on where the guards were at, even though they weren’t going to come close to where you and Joshua were hiding.
“Were they coming this way?” You asked in a whisper, hand still holding Joshua’s tightly.
He nodded, peering over the hedge one more time. “They’re gone now.” He lied, standing up cautiously. You stood up as well, sighing and picking at one of the details of your sundress.
“I should probably go.” You said. You always knew you had to leave if the guards were ever nearby.
As you said those words, Joshua felt as if a piece of him died. Tomorrow was the ball, which meant that this was the last time he would see you. At least, it was the last time he would see you with the freedom to express how much he loved you. As soon as you left his sight, that freedom would leave with you and never come back to him.
He quickly hugged you to his chest, holding you tightly in his arms. You were confused, but hugged him back, pressing your cheek against his chest and feeling his heartbeat, which was beating at a rapid pace.
“Y/n.” Joshua started, tone serious which was unusual for him.
“Hm?” You glanced over his face, taking note of his watery eyes and the creases on his forehead from stress. You had no idea why he was so anxious all of a sudden, but you could pick up on it easily.
“Nevermind, it’s nothing.” He mumbled, smiling again. Then he leant down and kissed you, soft plush lips mingling with your own. “You should go now.” He told you, sighing. You nodded and broke the hug first, kissing him quickly on the cheek again before finally stepping back. You walked backwards to look at him for as long as you could, waving and smiling widely.
As soon as you were out of sight, Joshua let the first tears slip out. He stumbled, eyesight blurring from the water, and eventually sat on the ground, back resting against one of the hedges. He sat there until the sun went down to rest and the moon rose only to be blanketed by clouds. Still, a single ray shone beside him as if it was shielding him from his loneliness.
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It was an hour until the ball, and the palace was bustling with people. Servants were running around getting the final touches ready, officials were patrolling the outside and Joshua was in the very centre of it all. He had to direct everyone along with the help of Seungkwan, his party planner.
“How close are we to being done?”
“About 94% done, your highness.” Seungkwan replied after looking over his list.
“Okay, good. You think you can handle it from here without me?”
“Yes, your highness.”
“You don’t have to keep calling me that, Seungkwan. We’re friends.” Joshua urged. Seungkwan nodded as Joshua walked off to his seat. 
He sat on his throne, feeling more sick the longer it went on. He remembered his father’s words to single out the princess from the neighbouring kingdom and dance with her at this ball. If all went well, a marriage proposal would be on its way, and the two kingdoms would become stronger by marrying their heirs.
He sat quietly until guests began to shuffle into the ballroom, big poofy dresses and shimmering suits filling up the large area rather quickly. Joshua retreated to one of the corners, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of you before he broke your heart.
And he spotted you almost immediately, in an elegant black gown. His breath was caught in his throat and he was thankful for the mask he was wearing concealing the tears that would inevitably fall again. His heart broke for the third time in the last 24 hours as he saw your gorgeous smile and eyes searching the room, searching for him.
He stepped into a deserted room and wiped his eyes, pulling himself together. No one could know that the prince wasn’t in love with his future bride. He walked back up to the top of the room where the thrones were, standing by his father’s right hand and breathing steadily, emotions going numb.
You were approached by a surprising number of people, all commenting on how pretty you looked. You thanked each one of them whole-heartedly. An especially pretty lady came up to you, smiling friendly and striking conversation. As you examined her face, you were sure she was at least 10 times prettier than you were.
“Your dress is stunning, what dressmaker made it?”
“Langston.” You replied eagerly, “Who did yours? You look absolutely beautiful in it.” You said in awe of the golden gown she wore, hugging her figure perfectly and complementing her skin tone.
“Keswick from the neighbouring kingdom. I’m from there, you see.” She smiled sweetly.
“Oh! I see. I hope you enjoy your visit here.”
You waited next to the lady, talking with her as you waited for the dance to begin. You learned her name was Viola, and that she was a princess from the closest kingdom. No wonder she was so pretty.
Soon, the entry music came to a close, and all the guests turned their attention to the front of the room, eyes landing on the king, and next to him, the crown prince.
The king made a short speech, and then Joshua said a few words before stepping down into the crowd to choose his dance partner and also the future princess. You exhaled, preparing to dance in front of so many people. It was anxiety-inducing to say the least, but you were up for the task.
You watched him walk towards you, mannerisms much more serious and princelike than when he was ever alone with you. He stopped in front of you, and with a smile held out a hand.
“May I have this dance?” Those beautiful, fairytale words. The words that broke your heart.
In the flash of an eye, Viola was the one up there in the centre of the room, not you. Viola was the one waltzing to harmonious music with your prince, not you. And Viola was the one who he so gracefully dipped, pressing a kiss to her lips soon after, cheers and clapping following.
You couldn’t do a single thing but stand there and fake a smile that wouldn’t last for long, as it was soon replaced by tears. But not even half of your pain was for you. If this is how much you were hurt by it, you were sure Joshua was even more hurt, and he had been for a while you could only guess.
You should have known fairytales were too good to be true.
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Nouvelle Crown - 018 : Still the Same
synopsis : choi beomgyu, the second prince of the royal choi family doesnt have much of a life outside of his duties. even then hes not allowed to do much, his brother is the crown prince after all. but when he meets you, a regular commoner girl, through his brothers friend soobin he cant help but be intrigued. commoner life is so different from what he knows and you are the only person to treat him like the normal teenager he always longed to be. with you he gets to experience the normal, teenager life behind the backs of his overbearing family.
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while standing in front of the giant, mansion of a house that belonged to hueningkai you couldnt have felt more out of place. the garden was perfectly kept and there were full on butlers at the door, holding it open for you because they had been 'awaiting your arrival.' it was all so new, something you had never experienced before.
once you walked inside you were led through the admittedly, very confusing home by a maid. she rambled on about how their dear hueningkai had yet to bring friends over that werent beomgyu and how she was so glad to meet you. you felt a bit like a fraud knowing the both of you were acquaintances at best. you should try and befriend him later. he seemed like a sweet guy either way and deserved to have more friends. perhaps him and taehyun would get along.
as you continued up the winding stairs you heard a familiar twinkle of laughter, laughter that you could recognize anywhere. it was gyu, or well beomgyu now. you had already come to terms with him being the prince and having snuck around to hang out with you of all people. at first you were absolutely freaked out but now youve realized hes still the same shy guy you met at 7 eleven. still the guy who sat there for a good hour trying and failing to play simple arcade games. still the same guy who would take time out of his busy days to text you as much as possible.
knocking on the door, the maid peeked her head in and made a small gesture. her and hueningkai must have talked about this before hand because just seconds later he was stepping out of the room and giving you a big thumbs up and smile. nervously you smiled back since it seemed like beomgyu didnt know you were showing up. at least thats how it seemed when you spoke to hueningkai.
with a deep inhale you finally stepped into the large room, the sound causing beomgyu to look towards the door. your eyes widened once you noticed he wasnt wearing the familiar mask you had always seen him in. of course he wasnt, he didnt need to hide his identity with hueningkai. his expression mirrored yours, a shocked look dawning his face as you took the few seconds of shocked silence to study his features. you knew that he was handsome after finding out who he was but it was an entirely different thing to see in person. especially after knowing him personally.
"..yn? what are you doing here?" beomgyu finally piped up, sounding sheepish. he was obviously nervous most likely because you knew his big secret. for a split second you just continued to stare before jogging forward to engulf him in a hug. a soft "oof!" left his mouth from the impact before he hesitantly returned the hug.
"i missed you so much! gosh i never realized how much we talked until you were gone... dont ever do that again!" you began to ramble, hugging him tightly. you had a tendency of picking a 'favorite person' to look forward to speaking to the most and beomgyu had been that for you since a few days after you met. you had looked forward to his texts and to the hangouts you two could manage. you never thought much of it, having had other people as your favorite person that were simply friends. you assumed thats how it was with him too, but now that you were hugging him so tightly and inhaling the familiar floral scent of his perfume you felt pesky butterflies fluttering around in your stomach.
"i missed you too... you arent mad at me?" he asked softly and when you looked up you saw the pout you had imagined so many times. a new round of butterflies burst in your stomach as you smiled and reached up to playfully pinch his cheek. "i could never stay mad at you~"
it caused him to chuckle and try to evade the attack on his cheek without shoving you off him, ever the gentleman. once you finally let go of eachother beomgyu seemed happy to dive into a small tour of hueningkais room. it seemed obvious that he didnt want to talk about what had happened or what happened at the school he was sent to, and that was okay. you had to plans to pressure him into talking. he could come to you or his brother or hueningkai when he was ready.
for now, you were happy to sit and listen to him ramble on about his best friend and their stories together.
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m1shapanda · 9 months
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give me some of the stuff you enjoyed and i'll give u stuff i think you'll enjoy (im srs i have a list)
UH OLKAY WAIT LET ME THINKKL,,, these arent all of em obv but there are too many for me to even thnik of rn]
our life, saint spell book, witchy life story, monster prom there r more but these r at the top of my list lolol
anime:
oh god where fdo i even start? one punch man, mob pshsyco 100, campfire cooking in another world, jjk, fairy tail, demon slayer, saiki k, spy x family, that time i got reincarnated as a slime, ouran highschool host club, hunter x hunter, welcome to dmeon school iruma kun, dr stone, a silent voice, a whisker away, my hero academia, haikyuu, blue exorcist, banana fish, howl's moving castle, spirited away, NOT AN ANIME BUT ARCANE, death note, love is war, cells at work,
games:
our life, saint spell book, witchy life story, monster prom, volcano princess, creme de la creme, a tale of crowns, genshin impact, honkai star rail, twisted wonderland, obey me, pokemon, project sekai, fear and hunger, mystic messenger, UNDERWORLD OFFICE, lakeburg legacies, royal alchemist, heart fragments, error 143, enstars, minecraft, entangled hearts, todo: TODAY, the arcana, last legacy, deam house days, stardew valley,
movies:
nimona, spiderverse, Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio (2022), mosat if not all the barbie movies, the prince of egypt, the little mermaid, parasite, shrek 1, 2 and 4, the book of life, the son of bigfoot, coco, encanto
books/novels/manhwa/manga/manhua:
tcf, orv, song of achilles, return of the mount hua sect, sssvs (though im only like 100 chapters in), the s/classes i raised, jjk, toilet bound hanako kun, blue lock, blue period, the promised neverland,
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hikari-ni-naritai · 2 months
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@imsopopfly hello! thank you for your interest! ill preface this with a few things. one! the feeling of modern isekai is a lot different from older stuff. its possible that none of these will scratch the same itch just because of how different the genre has become. so i apologise in advance if thats the case! two! i know nothing about you beyond your icon and your bio, so some of these may not be good recs for you personally. i apologise for this as well, and i hope you can enjoy at least one of these. anyway!
Eminence in Shadow - since ive been granted leave to be cringy, we'll start with the most cringy protagonist i can think of. eminence in shadow's protagonist is an extreme chuuni version of an isekai protag. his goals are twofold: one, being the most generic background npc possible, and two, being the leader of a secret organisation who uses magic on par with a nuclear bomb, and he puts equal (and extreme) effort into both goals. the show itself is a comedy, but most of the comedy comes from the fact that all the other characters and the narrative itself take the world completely seriously. it's a fun show. content warning for attempted (and foiled) sexual assault in episode 1. also, there's more fanservice in this show than most modern isekais (which are kind of unfairly slammed for this, theyre usually very tame), so be aware of that.
MagiRevo - aka The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady. this one's about lesbians! a girl reincarnates as a princess, but she's unable to use magic so she starts researching ways to make magic available to commoners who can't use it naturally. she enlists the help of a girl who was just very publicly dumped by the crown prince, and the the show follows their relationship as they try to change the kingdom for the better. a very lovely show.
Fabiniku - aka Life with an Ordinary Guy Who Reincarnated into a Total Fantasy Knockout. its hard to say the protagonist isnt boring, bc he's a pragmatic salaryman, but really the draw of this show is the fact that the second protagonist is his childhood friend who gets turned into a beautiful girl when they get sent to the other world, and the fact that they now have to deal with their mutual attraction to each other. its fun!
HameFura - aka My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom!. rather than a powerful protagonist, hamefura's protagonist is a moronic disaster of a woman with possibly the least powerful abilities in the whole show. she was reincarnated as the villain of an otome game who dies in every route, so her primary goal is to become very good friends with all the characters in the game so they wont kill her when one of them dates the game's protagonist, but all of them fall in love with her (girls included) instead.
Knight's & Magic [sic] - some of the stuff on this list you mightve heard of or even seen, but ive never heard anyone talk about this one except me. the main character is interesting to me because hes got exactly one special interest and doesnt care about anything else. and that thing is giant robots. luckily for him he gets reincarnated in an old timey fantasy world that has giant robots for some reason, so he dedicates his life to designing mechs. YES its cringe but its on of my favorite shows to rewatch because its just really fun if you arent sitting there thinking how stupid it is.
Shoukei Shoujo no Virgin Road - aka the Executioner's Way of Life. this show purports to begin with a generic boring protagonist brought to a fantasy world from japan, but he is killed in episode one by the Real protagonist, a girl who works for the church to kill isekai protagonists before they can cause irreparable damage to the world. but she soon meets a second isekai protagonist, a girl who doesnt die when she's killed, so the two of them embark on a quest together to find a way to 'return her to her world'. (but actually to kill her).
The Faraway Paladin - this one's got. some weird political takes, but bear with me. the main character was raised by 3 ancient heroes who became undead. the world has an interesting take on gods, and its nice to see a serious isekai with a protagonist whos principled and dedicated to a cause. i think season 2 is where the show really shines, but season 1 is also very good.
mmmm i think thats a solid list? im tempted to throw in 'reincarnated as a sword' bc even though the protagonist is boring (and a sword), the real draw is the cute and violent catgirl who wields him. but that doesnt strictly meet the criteria so. shrug. anyway hopefully at least one of these strikes your fancy!
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daenystheedreamer · 1 month
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really just attacking u today arent i. sorry about that! anyways if duncan and jenny had children How fucked up do you think those targaryen genes are making them …… Crazy mud witch and Incest prince cannot make stable people. Like i have the dsm5 open but i fear its not bad enough….. I think about this a lot this is my favorite question to ask
evilllll that there were none are u kidding cos they should be rightful heirs!!! egg 'yeah i love poor people' v when he has to actually materially support the poor.... my friend daenerys would never do this!!! i know their sons would be full of hate and spite and rage... okay dunk+jenny child ocs unlucky four of them:
aegon, named for egg, in hopes egg might change his mind. super bitter and despises cousin aerys. i would be a better king im literally alpha sigma chad my beta soy cousin aerys is GAY and CRINGE
alysanne, named for the good queen :) sneaky snake bitch. pretends to be sooooo nice but is whispering in grampa egg's egghead ear saying ooooo you wanna crown my brother sooooo bad u wanna do globo homo communism sooooo much
aemon, named for maester aemon :) second son insanity. mommy's boy. kills aerys♡
aelora, named for poor mad aelora. runs off to the blackfyres and disappears.... mother of maelys blackfyre mayhaps 😈
normal duncan and nice jenny having evil children VERY funny to me.
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vaguely-yandere · 2 years
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CHAMI tell me if you ever get tired of reading my long ass rambles AND ALSO don’t feel obligated to respond to it w somethjnf super long urself i know ur busy and it’s time consuming </3 IM JUST LETTING MY THOUGHTS OUT
anyways. WHAT ABOUT A ROYAL YAN AU??? or. you know what i cant decide who should be who so i’ll give you a couple scenarios bc im indecisive and i actually cant think properly ever so:
1. a yan whos next in line for the crown, oldest of all their siblings, someone who is meant to take over soon!! they’re getting hundreds of letters from noble men all over the country, trying to sell of their sons/daughters to their majesty!! royal yan ofc, doesn’t give one shit, instead, they’re in love with this one butler/maid/worker who occasionally bring them their meals, dress them, etc. etc. yes, you!! you’ve always felt like your majesty always payed extra special attention to you, always requesting you to accompany them through town, or maybe on a walk through the garden; even helping them during their bathing time (eek!!) but ofc, the queen/king would NEVER allow their candidate for the throne to marry a commoner, they have too much pride for that. cue royal yan possibly killing them off if they don’t let them do so?? they were getting old anyways!! this yans biggest problem is figuring out how to show their absolute devotion to you, despite them being expected to run an entire nation!! they might just have to ditch the crown and run away with an unsuspecting you <33 ANYWAYS THATS FORBIDDEN ROMANCE VER. 1
2. this time YOURE the royal, and yan is the servant!! maybe you’re not next in line for the throne, but you’re still a high ranking noble, who’s expected to marry someone of your stature. perhaps servant yan is your personal maid/butler; someone who wakes you up in the mornings (not without staring at you for a bit <33 youre just so cute when you sleep!!) and delivers your tea (they loooooooove watching you enjoy the small cakes and tea the kitchen prepared!! they made sure they had all your favorites plated <333) and someone who helps you bathe!! you insist you’re fine on your own, but they’re always there to make sure you don’t “drown in the tub”, which is funny since they never seem to be able to make eye contact with you as you wash up!! they’re always bright red, looking away nervously. honestly, why even bother asking to stay?? (it’s so that they can make sure no one else helps you out when you’re looking all sweet and vulnerable like that!!) a butler/maid yan who shreds any letters asking for your hand in marriage, only relaying the “necessary” messages to you. someone who will do their best to keep you their master forever, keep it you and them, your most loyal servant, FOREVER. it doesn’t matter if you feel like no one wants you, if no one’s asked you to marry them, if you’ve become a social outcast in the noble scene!! servant yan will always be there for you… and they’ll get rid of anyone who dares try to disrupt the dynamic you two have together!! AKA FORBIDDEN RKMANCE #2!!!
3. a noble yan whos sibling is the crown prince/princess, and who’s fiance (you) is someone they want. it’s just so unfair. first their sibling gets the throne, AND they get this sweet perfect fiance to be engaged to!! they don’t even love you that much, not as much as noble yan could!! it could be that their older sibling and you are deeply in love, it could be that you two aren’t!! it doesn’t matter. noble yan will view it wrong no matter what, you should be with THEM instead. they try to do anything to call off your engagement with their sibling so that they can swoop in and take you for themselves. of course they’d never want to ruin your reputation, but if spreading rumors is what they’d have to resort to in order to make you theirs, they might just have to do it. luckily, marriage standards for royal children other than the one next in line for the throne arent AS strict, so they could easily marry you even after your engagement was called off with their sibling. if anything, you should be grateful a noble, a member of the royal family no less, still wants you after all those mysterious, nasty rumors were spread about you!! hehe FORBIFDEN ROMANCE #3!!
4. and lastly. (i know it’s been a lot STAY W ME HERE!!) a NON forbidden romance between a noble yan and a noble you!! they just do their best to court you, sending over flower bouquets, writing love letters, gifting you jewels and land in your name. you’re unsure of how to react to such a passionate suitor, but you can’t help but like the attention!! i could see this route being the most healthy (if you could call noble yans obsession healthy) out of the 4, since you and noble yan stand on equal ground in terms of social status!! maybe this route will minimize conflict <33
probably not though, since noble yan is still, well, a yan.
- sunny!!
YANDERE SERVANT YANDERE SERVANT YANDERE SERVANT!!!! they dress you, they feed you, they tuck you in at night, they bathe you, they read to you, they are basically a second skin! raised together since birth, they love you and would do anything for you! getting you whatever you want, making whatever you want, killing potential suitors, all the normal things! ehehe just imagine how hard it would be for a yandere to be the one to always wash your back and hair for you and help you get dressed every day!!!
aaaa i love all of these ideas and i could NEVER grow tired of your long asks!!!! <3333333
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omarcitoloves · 12 days
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I agree with what you said and that they for sure need a bit of time apart, but it should have been done at least in ep4 to truly give them the time to do that in order for it not to be rushed 😭
Ep6 most likely will feature at best 2 weeks in terms of time, probably even less, so I don’t see how things can change or get much better… it’s heartbreaking to say it but I’m at a point where if they were not to be endgame, I would understand it bc s3 truly didn’t give them the time to build anything, it just kept them apart a lot and made things even more difficult. Which I’m not blaming the characters for it, they have no fault in that. Not to mention my biggest fear is that they will make them go back and forth several times even in this very last episode (let’s be together, let’s be not) just for them to suddenly get back together last minute once again with barely any improvement if not Wille making the decision of resigning once he is of age.
well if im honest theres a lot abt s3 that feels rushed to me or not fully explored so ive set my expectations as such. ive always felt the 6 ep a season was too short but that is particularly felt this season as its the last, a lot has fallen to the wayside or underdeveloped. im not entirely sure wilmon will be endgame but if theyre not whats the point of the show a little bit? i dont think there is payoff or enough here for it to feel complex if wille stays crown prince and they arent together.
also there are so many scenes from the trailer that have not been seen so i already know ep 6 is going to be a whirlwind, frankly i doubt most plotlines will be fulfilled entirely 😭 i will say if they get back together and nothing changes i absolutely do no want it. the only way for them to work is 100% if wille abdicates and wille also needs to understand how blind and at times cruel he has been and simon cant keep puting himself to the side for everyones sake.
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dnfao3tags · 2 years
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More knight!Dream and king/prince!George fics? Perhaps? Mayhaps? Or even knight!George and royalty!Dream tbf.
Thankyouuuu!!!
here are a few knight!george fics but since there arent a lot ill do some knight!dream too
knight!george & royal!dream
— My Prince by travvymybeloved (teen | comp. | 6k)
Soulmate AU: When you look in the mirror, you can’t see your own reflection, just your soulmate. When Crown Prince Dream was told he was being assigned a personal guard who wasn't his best friend, Sapnap, he didn't have high expectations. That was before he realized his new knight was his soulmate; dedicated, supportive, and impossible to read George.
— Of Kings and Lionhearts by Greencheetahlover (teen | wip | 9k | graphic violence)
Dream is the King who doesnt want to be and George is the knight that gets roped into his shenanigans.
— But When You Open Up That Door by knotty_sequoia (expl. | comp. | 3k)
Knight Dream and Prince George work out their feelings.
— moon tides by othxllo (mature | comp. | 6k)
High off the cliffsides, a King and his knight face the world together. Like the moon commands the sea, Dream is commanded by the strength of regal gazes and dark eyes, and holds George together when the man finds weakness in silence.
— your touch, my comfort by marssmile (gen | comp. | 1k)
George is a deep sleeper, this is a well known fact to Dream. It’s not rare for the prince to talk and mumble in his sleep, nor is it strange for Dream to have to gently coax him back into bed after he catches the man trying to leave the bedroom for a midnight sleep-filled walk. What isn’t normal, though, is George having nightmares. Let alone ones that leave him in tears.
— sweet prince by Anonymous (expl. | comp. | 8k)
After a rough few weeks, a tired knight finds himself seeking comfort in his prince.
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limelocked · 9 months
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gayboy story from my head:
random modern dude has a sister who was really into this one manhwa but eventually lost interest, she got him into it so they could talk about a shared interest but after she dropped off because it was a little too political and the romance was too slow/badly paced he soldiered on and actually really enjoyed it both for the slow romance and a lot for the political science with his favourite character being the stalwart Duke who he identifies with a lot (both not seemingly being interested in romance, instead helping set up the couples and being a generally neutral powerhouse in the politics)
for some reason he falls into the story and possesses one of the primary male leads; one of the royal children, a Prince conceived by the late empress who is fated to have a Rough upbringing where his step-mother the empress consort does everything in her power to get Her Kid on the throne, something that eventually and inevitably leads to the Prince being the only royal kid thats known to be left alive with the numbers of missing and dead being unknown as bodies werent confirmed
upon killing the last of his half siblings, the empress consorts favourite, in self defence he gets back his memories of being Modern Guy and takes it not as being his past life memories exactly but being a revelation from some kinda fucking god (a really boring god) and commits to writing down everything he remembers
cut to the dukes pov later on, theres rumours that the crown prince went mad after killing all his siblings (a rumour thats purposefully incorrect and spread by his detractors, the rumour however being a canon event to the manhwa as the original prince Did have a breakdown) and some think that another noble family needs to step up and thus a faction war is breaking out
the duke is in charge of a very VERY profitable piece of land (trading and bread basket) and could theoretically become independent if not for the political backlash effecting the trade side of things, this is why a lot of nobles come to him and go heeeeeey could you be like the shadow king in the future? the prince is mad and the emperor is on his sickbed with the empress consort having no right to rule (not empress, just consort, no royal blood) so liiiike~
and thats how they meet, the duke going to have an audience with the crown prince to like test the waters, check if the rumours are true, not thinking treasonous thoughts but needing to know how bad things are if the nobles are being This open about treason
back to prince pov as the prince and duke totally are working together and arent having intense mind battles over what the others intentions are until they at least Become Friends and the prince tells the duke about the revelation he got when he was young and the duke goes wow thats wild as fuck and also tracks
after that its will they wont they shounen ai while also doing extreme political scheming, at some point the original plot starts and the prince meets the female lead who is acting Different from what he knows which is because shes actually Modern Guys sister which confuses things a Whole lot for the prince whos been essentially worshipping his past life as a god, female lead and prince spending a lot of time together leading the duke to becoming jealous...
i have a lot of thoughts about this
the question should come up a lot with both the duke and the prince about their relationship and if its gay, if its romantic, what it is, and it should all come back with the answer "it is what it is" and that it doesnt need a label because im thinking the prince is somewhere on the aro spectrum if not both of them, them coming to the conclusion that if they're possessive over each other and want to spend a majority of their time together then thats good enough (but also what are we to do about the subject of heirs to both our families when neither of us can carry child)
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nightsidewrestling · 1 year
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D.U.D.E Bios: Darach Rhydderch
The Fomorian Prince of C.R.C Darach Rhydderch (2020)
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Kirby's cousin and the son of Bran and Meinir, Darach. An Irish-Catholic living in Wales and a smart, wise-cracking father. If you ever hurt his kids, apologise and you may survive.
"Fomorians were also known as Sea Riders... or Raiders, I forget."
Name
Full Legal Name: Darach Toirdhealbhach Pwyll Fergus Rhydderch
First Name: Darach
Meaning: Means 'Of Oak' in Irish, from the genitive case of 'Dair' (an Old Irish word meaning 'Oak')
Pronunciation: DAR-ach
Origin: Irish
Middle Name(s): Toirdhealbhach, Pwyll, Fergus
Meaning(s): Toirdhealbhach: From Old Irish 'Tairdelbach' meaning 'instigator', derived from 'Tairdelb' 'Prompting'. Pwyll: Means 'Wisdom, Reason' in Welsh. Fergus: Means 'Man of vigour', derived from the Old Irish elements 'Fer' 'Ma' and 'Guss' 'Vigour, Strength, Force'
Pronunciation(s): TEH-rye-le-wekh. PUWYSH. FUR-gas
Origin(s): Irish. Welsh Mythology. Irish, Scottish, Irish Mythology, Old Irish
Surname: Rhydderch
Meaning: From the given name 'Rhydderch', from the Old Welsh name 'Riderch', derived from 'Ri' 'King' and 'Derch' 'Exalted'
Pronunciation: HRUDH-ehrkh
Origin: Welsh
Alias: Fomorian Prince, Darach Rhydderch
Reason: This is Darach's ring name
Nicknames: Dar, Dara, Fergie
Titles: Mr
Characteristics
Age: 35
Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns
Race: Human
Nationality: welsh, Irish-Welsh Mix. Dual Citizenship ROI-UK
Ethnicity: White
Birth Date: August 26th 1985
Symbols: Fomorians, Giants, Crowns
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Religion: Irish-Catholic
Native Language: Welsh
Spoken Languages: Welsh, Irish, Scottish (Scots Gaelic), English, Spanish, Italian, Japanese, French, German, Hungarian, Korean
Relationship Status: Married
Astrological Sign: Virgo
Theme Song: 'Bullet With Butterfly Wings' - The Smashing Pumpkins (2003-)
Voice Actor: Peter Heppelthwaite
Geographical Characteristics
Birthplace: Tullahought, Kilkenny, Republic of Ireland
Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales
Hometown: Llanfathlu, Anglesey, Wales
Appearance
Height: 6'3" / 190 cm
Weight: 196 lbs / 88 kg
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour: (Born Blond) Black
Hair Dye: None
Body Hair: An 'Average' Spread
Facial Hair: Full Beard
Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 10
Piercings: Ear Lobe (both)
Scars: None
Health and Fitness
Allergies: None
Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker
Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed
Medications: None
Any Specific Diet: None
Relationships
Allies: (As of Jan 2020) The Rhydderch Clan
Enemies: (As of Jan 2020) None
Friends: Jarlath Rhydderch, Patrick Rhydderch, Lochlainn Rhydderch, Fionn Rhydderch, Uilliam Rhydderch, Ivor Rhydderch, Sean Rhydderch, Wyn Rhydderch, Vaughan Rhydderch, Neifion Rhydderch, Mostyn Rhydderch, Roderick Rhydderch, Flann Rhydderch
Colleagues: The C.R.C Locker Rooms / Too Many To List
Rivals: None
Closest Confidant: Gertrude Rhydderch
Mentor: Bran Rhydderch
Significant Other: Gertrude Rhydderch (36, Wife, Née Lesauvage)
Previous Partners: None of Note
Parents: Bran Rhydderch (68, Father), Meinir Rhydderch (69, Mother, Née Gallagher)
Parents-In-Law: Ross Lesauvage (66, Father-In-Law), Enfys Lesauvage (67, Mother-In-Law, Née MacConnell)
Siblings: Mostyn Rhydderch (38, Brother), Branwen McCormick (32, Sister, Née Rhydderch)
Siblings-In-Law: Yeong-Ja Assies (39, Gertrude's Sister, Née Lesauvage), Donndubán Assies (40, Yeong-Ja's Husband), Bjørnar Lesauvage (33, Gertrude's Brother), Yeong-Hee Lesauvage (34, Bjɵrnar's Wife, Née Appelo), Seo-Hyun Arbeid (30, Gertrude's Sister, Née Lesauvage), Cathán Arbeid (31, Seo-Hyun's Husband), Håkon Lesauvage (27, Gertrude's Brother), Viyan Lesauvage (28, Håkon's Wife, Née Arends), Seo-Yeon Arents (24, Gertrude's Sister, Née Lesauvage), Cúán Arents (25, Seo-Yeon's Husband), Oddbjɵrn Lesauvage (21, Gertrude's Brother), Bermet Lesauvage (22, Oddbjɵrn's WIfe, Née Arentz), Seo-Yun Lesauvage (18, Gertrude's Sister), Øyvind Lesauvage (15, Gertrude's Brother), Suk-Ja Lesauvage (12, Gertrude's Sister), Ståle Lesauvage (9, Gertrude's Brother), Yeong-Hui Lesauvage (6, Gertrude's Sister), Vebjɵrn Lesauvage (3, Gertrude's Brother), Genista Rhydderch (39, Mostyn's Wife, Née Lestrange), Faron McCormick (33, Branwen's Husband)
Nieces & Nephews: Enkhjargal Assies (19, Niece), Túathal Assies (16, Nephew), Enkhtuya Assies (13, Niece), Alfíkr Assies (10, Nephew), Erdenechimeg Assies (7, Niece), Ásbjǫrn Assies (4, Nephew), Gerel Assies (1, Niece), Bláán Lesauvage (13, Nephew), Young-Ja Lesauvage (10, Niece), Dubhshláine Lesauvage (7, Nephew), Nazgul Lesauvage (4, Niece), Énna Lesauvage (1, Nephew), Puteri Arbeid (10, Niece), Féchín Arbeid (7, Nephew), Altansarnai Arbeid (4, Niece), Flaithrí Arbeid (1, Nephew), Altantsetseg Lesauvage (7, Niece), Lommán Lesauvage (4, Nephew), Bolormaa Lesauvage (1, Niece), Máedoc Arents (4, Nephew), Bolortsetseg Arents (1, Niece), Rígbarddán Lesauvage (1, Nephew), Eadberht Rhydderch (18, Nephew), Dahlia Rhydderch (15, Niece), Calla Rhydderch (12, Niece), Bairrfhionn Rhydderch (9, Nephew), Abner Rhydderch (6, Nephew), Zoe Rhydderch (3, Niece), Taliesin McCormick (12, Nephew), Samuel McCormick (9, Nephew), Rainbow McCormick (6, Niece), Quintella McCormick (3, Niece)
Children: Yvonne Rhydderch (15, Daughter), Xzavier Rhydderch (12, Son), Wallace Rhydderch (9, Son), Venetia Rhydderch (6, Daughter), Unnr Rhydderch (3, Daughter)
Children-In-Law: None
Grandkids: None
Great Grandkids: None
Wrestling
Billed From: Kilkenny, Ireland
Trainer: The C.R.C Wrestling School, Bran Rhydderch
Managers: Gertrude Rhydderch
Wrestlers Managed: Gertrude Rhydderch
Debut: 2003
Debut Match: Darach Rhydderch VS Bran Rhydderch. Double Count Out
Retired: N/A
Retirement Match: N/A
Wrestling Style: Hardcore
Stables: The Rhydderch Clan (2003-)
Teams: No Team Names
Regular Moves: Backslide, Brainbuster, Elevated Powerbomb, Diving Headbutt, Double Underhook Piledriver, Enzuigiri, German Suplex, Lifting Double Underhook Facebuster, Saito Suplex, Sitout Double Underhook Powerbomb, Seated Chinlock, Snap Suplex
Finishers: Diving Splash, High-Angle Implant DDT, One-Handed Electric Chair Driver, Cradle Piledriver
Refers To Fans As: The Fans, The Family
Extras
Backstory: Darach Rhydderch of the C.R.C (Welsh Wrestling League / Cynghrair Reslo Cymru) owning Rhydderch family. When Bran dies Darach will have a 1/24th ownership of the promotion. Darach 'Dara' is a 'Fomorian style' (Hardcore) trainer. He's a quarter-Irish and three quarters-Welsh
Trivia: Nothing of Note
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Hello the Hozier Royal AU sounds very interesting (there arent many fanfic with him out there. It sucks.)
Hi! Thank you so much for being interested in that story. It is true, there are far too little Hozier fanfics out there, but on the flip side, the interest seems to be rather small as well.
Anyway, I’m planning an Arranged Marriage AU, in which Prince Andrew is to marry a crown princess he has been betrothed to since birth. They have never met before and when he and his family travel to her kingdom for the official engagement celebrations, both of them are rather unhappy with the match as they couldn’t be more different. But maybe there is more to both of them than mets the eye and they aren’t so unlike each other after all…
I’m still in the planning and outlining phase, so all I can give you is a very sketchy dialogue between Andrew and his older brother Edward, set right after the first encounter between Andrew and his future wife.
Edward: You find me in a rather playful mood today.
Andrew (sighs): Are you ever not in a playful mood, Ed.
E (sneers): Are you up for a little game?
A: You know very well what I think of your games, brother.
E: Oh, you will like this one. It’s about the princess. She is a fine specimen, isn’t she? Quite spirited and wild, with curves in all the right places. You’re lucky, brother, I think she’ll turn out to be quite fiery in the sheets.
A: Edward!
E: Believe me, I know a good lay when I see one. And it is not a secret that she is fairly experienced already. Seems like you finally hit the jackpot, Andy.
A: Stop this at once, Edward. I will not have you disrespect my future wife like this.
E: Don’t get your knickers in a twist, brother. No need to come to her rescue. And besides, you don’t even know her.
A: I do not need to know her. She will be my wife and my queen and I won’t have you slander her name like that.
E: It’s not slander, brother. It’s merely the truth. You may have chosen to save yourself for marriage, but there’s no shame in enjoying life to the fullest and seeking to satisfy your desires. Not everyone can be such an uptight bore as yourself.
A: You know very well that it is not her experience that bothers me but the way you allow yourself to speak about her.
E (grins): Indeed. Now tell me, brother, if you get so agitated from my talk alone, what will you do when I pluck that fruit before you?
A: You wouldn’t dare—
E: I would. In fact, I will. It probably won’t even be a real challenge. I know you didn’t miss the way she looked at me earlier.
A: It’s the way every woman looks at you. But not every woman chooses to give herself to you as well.
E: Oh, brother. Believe me, it’s not that they don’t want to. I could have them all. But not every field is worth ploughing.
A: You disgust me. And I forbid you to use the princess to satisfy your animal needs.
E: You forbid me? (laughs) Andy, Andy, Andy. She neither is your wife, nor are you prince consort of this kingdom yet. You’re in no position to forbid me from doing anything. So, should you truly wish to stop me, you will need to conquer her first.
A: Conquer her? She is a person, not some prize to be won in a competition.
E (shakes his head): You truly know nothing of women, do you?
A: Maybe not. But I refuse to believe the princess would like to be made into a mere pawn in this childish game of yours.
E: Fine. If you don’t want to play, don’t. If you think this will stop me from having her anyway, you are sorely mistaken. Your reluctance will only make it easier for me to plant my parsnips in her garden.
A: Edward!
Edward (about to leave): I will have her, little brother.
A: Edward!
Edward (already outside the room, I’ve this shoulder): I will.
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Could you make a pronouns list based on princesses and faputa from Mia?
hello! we arent sure about the latter but we can make a princess themed list!
Aristo/Crat
Crown/Crowns
Cast/Castles
Dynast/Dynasty
Ele/Elegant
Gown/Gowns
Heir/Heiress
Lady/Ladys
Mogul/Moguls
Monarch/Monarchs
Majesty/Majestys
Noble/Nobles
Noble/Nobless
Noble/Woman
Prince/Princess
Princess/Princesses
Potentate/Potentates
Roy/Royal
Royal/Royalty
Ruler/Rulers
Regal/Regals
Sover/Sovereign
Tia/Tiara
Throne/Thrones
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Okay so the thing worked and i watched Ella Enchanted. I actually enjoyed it quite a bit. Of course i hated the love interest and their relationship as a whole. Like what kind of power dynamic is that. Also 2 days and so deep in love?? I dont know if the movie is supposed to be over the top and parodying fairy tales, but actually ill choose to believe that its doing that anyways. Loved the scene where the prince proposes. Felt the emotions of Ella so hard that I got sweaty. She is kind of stupid for apparently not trying to get herself to stop obeying earlier. That's what literally every child would do. Maybe it needed some strong will power that she didn't have before. I did love the comedic aspects of it, except when the kingdom being racist was supposed to be funny. The godmother is honestly such a girlboss, and kinda hot also. I enjoyed that FUI joke way too much. I hate that the prince is so naïve. He only changed his views when it came from a girl he liked. Their marriage isn't going to last because he has that thing where he only finds people attractive when they arent impressed by him. He likes to make people fall in love and finds it boring when they like him from the start. I loved it how Ella was actually really talented at fighting. I liked how the fantasy world had so many parallels to real life, with the escalators and such, it was enjoyably silly. Its kinda weird how quickly the movie went from silly to completely serious, but I choose to believe that thats part of the alleged parody aspect. Yeah. And where does that "you better back off, i know origami" thing originate from? I think its funnier when everybody knows its just paper folding. Yeah the movie has that iconic vibe tbh. The magic boyfriend book proposes so many possibilities for comedy. Oh and that part where we see the king poison the crown was so hilarious. He was being straight devious, maybe even mischievous, doing some tomfoolery, twirling his evil moustache. Yeah if I had friends, id propose the movie at least 3 times for movie night.
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hiiii, is it ok if i ask for clover, herb, madelaine and espresso headcanons? Were they have a lover who has like star magic (probably be moonlight cookie’s child) but they cant go in broad daylight or they will turn to glittering stars?
!MOONLIGHT-ISH!S/O X VARIOUS!
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Written by: 🍡
Fandom: Cookie Run Series
Character(s): Clover Cookie, Herb Cookie, Madeleine Cookie, Espresso Cookie
Warnings: N/A
A/N: I’m so sorry if any of this sounds incoherent I’m writing this at like 1am
CLOVER COOKIE
Look Clover is very much not nocturnal so he can’t really stay up at the dead of night too many times with you
Mans gotta photosynthesize or something idk
But you know what you CAN do
Walk around a shadowy forest hand in loveable hand
And honestly it’s peak date spot idea, imagine: you and your bard bf are walking through the forest, chatting or something, moonlight (or sunlight if you’re daring) filtering through the small gaps in the leaves, top notch shit
Also Clover is absolutely a sap who can and will write a whole soliloquy or whatever about you
V sweet and v sappy if you’re into that
Absolutely adores your magic and probably has a few poems about you and it too
HERB COOKIE
Herb is also very similar to Clover in that he’s not nocturnal and needs to photosynthesize
But he tends to stay up more often than not since he’s also used to staying up at godawful times because his plants are fussy
Plant hoo hoo man does his best to accommodate the whole “sunlight bad” thing
Also an absolute sap and will get you flowers and flower crowns that match your aesthetic and THRIVE in moonlight
Date night aesthetic of just hanging out in the greenhouse or garden and just, leaning or laying on each other, Herb tells you plant facts and you teach him constellations and stars (in general)
The man 100% asked you out with a flower shaped like a Star I can feel it in my HEART
MADELEINE COOKIE
Look he is literally this image in a relationship with you
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Jk jk but fr that man would 100% do that when you’re out and about and if you don’t have a parasol or something to keep the sun off of you
Absolute sweetheart, fairy tale knight/prince type beat Y’know? Yeah he has his days where he’s a bit jerk-ish in a sense but he’s trying to do better and that’s what matters
Also the kind of bitch to shout “EVERYONE LOOK AT MY S/O ARENT THEY SO BEAUTIFUL/HANDSOME AND STRONG AND-“
Brags about you to everyone because he 100% believes you two are a power couple
And Yknow what you are
ESPRESSO COOKIE
This man doesn’t sleep either so he’ll stay up till ass o’clock with you
Solidarity
Probably the only one with the ACTUAL resources to figure out some kinda solution to the whole “sun bad” probably
But this man will work himself half to death for it tho so pls stop him or at least get him to slow down-
Espresso probably isn’t like, too outwardly loveydovey and all? Outwardly cool and collected and his usual “hm yes okay” self or whatever
But he’s like a cat in that he’ll give you your space but he’ll show he cares by bringing you food or sharing his coat
Also he’s deeply embarrassed by pda and general affection lol
He WILL shut down completely from a kisse
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