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Quinn & The Black Knight.

#3 THINGS YOU SAID WHEN YOU WERE PROUD. FROM THINGS YOU SAID ⬩ Still accepting.

"You look at me, treat me, talk to me like and keep me here like I'm a criminal. But deeeeeep down," Her crooked smile widens, in her signature whiskers, sly as a feline, proud as a cocky and cunty fox. "Deep down, you wish you were a little more like me Black Knight, don't you?" Her teeth are showing, a grin, deranged and hungry for more of This. Even though she was indeed kept captive, by the Black Knight and his crew, it wasn't so much prison for her if not the extension of her playground. An agenda. Quinn always had an agenda. "Congratulations on capturing me by the way, three against one waaw that's Impressive, that is Honorable even- No no, really I mean that and I cannot wait to get to know all of you." Her smile drops as the light of in her eyes darkens, only to light up again, a constant manic on-and-off switch while her eyes re-direct towards the surveillance camera at the up corner of the interrogation room. "Hey you hear that? I am thriiilled, oh so happy to be here. Pawn, Rook. Tell me who else is watching this? The almighty resting bitch faced Kang girl? Monitoring a pretty girl like me in a cage all day, mmm, that's a little kinky if you think about it." She pinches her teeth in between her lips, raising an eyebrow. "Listen. You and I both know I'm going to escape, I've already figured a way to since the very moment I stepped foot in here. Chloroformed or not, I always can tell where I am stand. Even in the dark, I know every single corner of this dirty city. So yell your little degenerates over there to tie me up if they really ant to keep me longer, my claws are sharp and my brain? Sharper." Was she bluffing? "That and the very real fact that My king and Love of my life Already looking for me as we speak, followed by an entiiiire armed and ready-to-shoot-you-in-the-face Gang for treating their Queen the way you do. There is a chip in my phone, have your little butlers destroy it or else they're coming for all of your asses. And Oh, at Fang, we're whimsical like this, we do love a bloody mess." Her eyes now, her eyes are linking with his. "That's right. I want us to talk before I get the chance to leave. I know. None of you has trust in me but you're clever enough to go past that. This business is not about trust, it's not about Oh She's a Little Crazy let's be Careful - it's about getting results. And I get shit done. I get shit done fast. Yes, YES, SUUURE, this little stunt I put off with Hyuk was a liiiiittle all over the top but... hey, at least I got all of you's attention... right." She speaks, her tone trailing at the mention of the other man, knowing it was perhaps her biggest mistake, knowing it was going a little too far. Was it a regret of hers? Maybe. Her eyes go down slightly., for a mere second. She could never deny it, there was a bond with the Detective, one of mutual respect and hardworking archieving personalities. His team as well, it became place where she strangely felt accepted, perhaps even a birthing friendship with Suki around their morning coffees. If it wasn't for all the insane games and lies Quinn played with, it could have been something nice. Her pride however, refused to let her admit that in front of the Knight, ever. "I did it to protect my own, to protect my pack the way you are protecting yours by chaining me down like an animal. And you know what? I am proud." Her voice changes, as the taint in her pupils does too, a little more calm spreading under her skin. "I'm proud of being an Actor in this scene we're standing on Black Knight. I'm proud of making moves, I'm proud of showing clawns when it comes to protect my family, I'm proud of teaching the persecutors we're Not low lives they can mess with as they please, I'm proud of making it to the news after the Rich and the Powerful feel like their heads too have a price.

Don't you see it? That people like you and I are already dead? Can't you feel it? At every corner of every streets of this city a bullet in the head is right here, waiting for us. So tell me, what exactly is your plan here, what are you waiting for? Because we're not fighting for our little comforts as Doctors and Teachers getting a check for educating the youth through a system we don't even believe in. Don't you get it? That our time to do something is Now, that we have to give our bones and blood to truly make a difference? It's time to wake up Myungdae. It's time to step up and perhaps stepping up should start with uniting. The game has changed, look at your board. I was never the enemy but we have one in common. That's right, the more we sit down for tea parties like this one, the more they're slipping out of your hands and mine.

ANACHRON."

crowned ∣ jwy (epilogue)

ladybugs and oreos

word count: 1.7k

genre: royalty au, prince!wooyoung x dressmaker!reader ∣ angst, fluff

warnings: minor swearing

a/n: i just wanted to thank you so much for your support throughout my series, i never imagined that it would have such an amazing response! ♥

enjoy!

“Ladybugs?”

I turn around, three different little dresses in hand. Kneeling in front of my tiny toddler, I display those for her so she can choose what to wear today.

“I don’t have your ladybug dress here honey, but look! How do you like the pink one?” I wiggle it, frowning when Haewon shakes her head ‘no’ with a pout. “And the sunflower dress?”

“No!” she cutely makes a face, and I huff.

“What about the one that looks like the ocean?” I ask again, adding excitement to it so I can finally persuade her.

“Ladybugs, mommy!”

For a three-year-old, Jung Haewon has a personality of her own. She resembles her father too much and in so many ways, that sometimes it makes me wonder if she really is my own daughter. But when I look at her excitement and joy when she’s trying on the new dresses that I design and make for her, I confirm that my blood runs through her veins.

“Haewonnie!” I whine, leaving the dresses over her bed and picking her up to blow raspberries in her soft cheek, making her giggle.

“Mommy!” a crying child makes his way towards me, clinging onto my legs and letting out sobs. “Daddy ate all of my Oreos!”

My eyes meet a guilty looking Wooyoung, who’s standing in the door frame of Haewon’s bedroom with a steaming mug in his right hand. “I told you I was sorry, buddy. I promise to buy more later”

“But I want to eat Oreos now!” Myungdae states through his tears, hiccups in between.

Now, this is my child. Crying over Oreos and whining for more is something I did and still do pretty often. But physically, Myungdae is the perfect mixture between me and my husband. His soft hair and kind eyes, as well as his plump lips are Wooyoung’s features. His long eyelashes, rounded cheeks and matching nose, are mine.

“What about making some pancakes, sweetheart?” I ask him, running my hands through his brunette locks, still holding my daughter with the other arm.

“Okay” he cutely agrees, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles after releasing his tight grip on me. “But I want you to do them, mommy. Daddy’s pancakes suck.”

“Hey, I’m here Jung Myungdae!”

“That’s for eating my Oreos, dad” he giggles, running out of his sister’s bedroom and squealing in excitement for his conquered pancakes.

I laugh at Wooyoung’s face, too stunned with his son’s response to move an inch from his position.

“Ladybugs, mommy!” I look at Haewon, who’s now frowning while trying to gain my attention back.

“Honey please take care of your daughter’s outfit. I can already hear Myungie’s cries if I’m not there making him his pancakes in the next three seconds.” I make my way towards my husband, passing him our whimpering child.

“I can’t believe that you let him think I ate all of his Oreos!” he whines, taking Haewon in his arms. The kid instantly intertwines her tiny fingers in her dad’s ashy blond hair, and a small appears on her puffy face, just like every time she does it. “We did it last night, not just me!”

“One of us had to get away!” I defend myself, kissing his cheek as an apology.

“But it’s always me who sacrifices for the team!” pouting, Wooyoung kisses Haewon’s forehead and returns his gaze in my direction.

“Mooooommy!”

“Sorry, baby!” and with that, I try to run away from him. However, Wooyoung never lets me go if he doesn’t have the last word.  

I let him grab my wrist anyways so that I cannot move from where I was standing.

“And my kiss?” he pokes his lips out like a duck, waiting for me to greet him properly. I laugh, quickly pressing mine against his. “Good morning, beautiful”

“Morning!” Haewon screams into our ears, but we don’t flinch. Taking into consideration that she’s Jung Wooyoung’s daughter, her yells shouldn’t come as a surprise for us.

“How did you manage to convince Haewon to wear the blue dress? All she asks me to wear every day is her ladybug one” I ask Wooyoung, who’s sitting in front of me in the kitchen island.

“I told her that if she wanted nice pictures by the ocean she might as well want to match with it” he shrugged while munching the last strawberry pancake left on the plate. “But we have to wear something blue as well or she will throw a tantrum”

“Or are you saying that because you want us to go around wearing matching outfits?” I laugh, pinching his cheeks after I stand up, making him whine. “I know you so well, Jung Wooyoung”

“But you love the idea, baby”

“Yeah, I do” I kiss his lips, and as soon as he takes my neck with one of his hands to deepen it, the kids appear in the kitchen with their matching blue outfits and their cartoon themed bags full of toys. We break the brief moment, my husband whining in the process. “Are you guys ready?”

“Yes mommy! But you’re not! You’re not wearing blue, and daddy said we have to match with the ocean for nice family pictures!” Myungdae protests, pointing at my red flowered summer dress.

“Oh, right” I sigh, screaming inside because my kids can be too much like Wooyoung sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, I love that they get each other without even having to speak, but when I have three Wooyoungs living with me, the real one leading his copies, it eventually gets in my nerves.

I leave the kitchen and go upstairs so that I can change into my artic blue dress.

As I do so, my mind goes back to the moment I was sewing it myself, not holding back the smile that appears on my face. The memories are so clear and overwhelming that I have to sit down on the bed, carefully stroking the fabric in my hands.

⤷  Four years ago

“What about Heiran? It means graceful orchid”

“I’m allergic to orchids, Woo”

“Okay, out” Wooyoung whines, crossing that name out. “This will take forever. How did we manage to choose Myungie’s name with such ease?”

“It just felt right” I sigh, taking my eyes off of the fabric to look at my pouting husband. “We needed a name that fit the amazing man he’ll become, so great righteousness was the perfect meaning.” I return to my blue dress so that I can finish it in the next five minutes. Glancing around the bedroom, I realize that the flower embroidered tulle fabric that I wanted to add by its end was missing. “Have you seen my tulle? The one that looks like the garden of the palace”

I am not able to hear Wooyoung’s response because a hard kick takes my breath away. “What’s wrong, beautiful?” he runs to my side of the bed and takes my hand, a concerned expression taking over his features.

“I think the baby liked the idea of me adding a flower themed tulle that takes after our garden” I take a deep breath, but it isn’t enough, because she kicks again. “Let’s stop talking about that, shall we? She’ll have me like this for the next hour.”

“Oh, wait!” Wooyoung goes back to the rocking chair where he was sitting to grab his notebook filled with names for the baby. “Do you like Haewon? It means graceful and beautiful garden”

As I’m about to agree, the child inside me decides to express her feelings about her potential name and kicks harder that I thought a baby could. I close my eyes and take deep breaths, nodding with my head. “We three like it, Woo, so just close the matter or my belly will explode anytime soon”

Present time ⤶

Even before getting pregnant with Myungdae, Wooyoung and I loved the idea of us choosing meaningful names for our kids. It just added a lot more meaning to our relationship and what we created out of it. After getting married, we decided that we wanted to have a family, but we would raise our children the way we wanted and not how the crown thought was best.

The cottage that once was destined to be Wooyoung and I’s safe place, turned out to be the perfect house for us. When I found out that I was pregnant, we decided that we had to give our son a life where he could choose what to wear and how to express himself without the high commands intervening.

While Wooyoung was still a prince, he was constantly questioned about our decisions and asked to think about them further, because this or that may affect the crown’s image or relationships with the rest of the Kingdoms.

As usual, he answered with a polite ‘fuck you and your stupid rules’, and kept doing our way. Eventually, when his Father decided that it was about time for him to take over, those stupid rules were shoved away and our life as a “normal” family got better and better, just as the Kingdom did.

“Are you okay, baby?”

My thoughts are interrupted by the soft voice of my husband, who’s now sitting by my side.

“Yeah” I mutter, looking at him with a wide smile. “I was just thinking about that time when Haewon decided her own name and I was making this dress”

“I can’t believe that that was four years ago” he shakes his head no, taking my hand in his and playing with the ring in my finger. “I can’t believe that I get to be your husband, actually” he chuckles, kissing the back of my hand. “I dreamt of it so many times and in so many ways even before confessing. However, it turned out to be even better than what I imagined and I am deeply thankful that I get the chance to make you smile and kiss you just because. I am the luckiest man alive, y/n. Just know that”

“And I am the luckiest woman alive. I love you, Wooyoung, so much.”

“I love you, baby.”

And with a loving kiss, we seal the deal. Making us and our children happy for as long as we can.

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