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Chapter 4.5: The Ackerbond Learns

Pairing: Canon!Levi x F!Reader

Warnings: SMUT x2, will there ever be a chapter where they don’t fuck? heavy depictions of physical and mental abuse, subconscious coping mechanisms, kinda just some cute hurt/comfort tbh

A/N: so much for a mini chapter this is 15k words goddamnit. BUT, huge thank yous to both @peace-for-levi AND @levmada for beta-reading this chapter. and i apologise for what i have planned next :”)

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“You want me to take in your… offspring?”

A woman Levi didn’t recognise sneered in disgust at the two young children and what he could only describe was a girl almost half his own age –maybe younger– dressed in a peasant’s finest clothes. Which didn’t look like much.

He would know, after all.

“Ma, please. They’re too young to survive this famine. You have more than enough here, I beg of you, please.”

The two children – a girl and a boy – huddled closer to their mother, the boy chewing on a small necklace of dull brown beads. He didn’t look like he had teeth yet.

The girl, on the other hand, looked a little older. Her hair was tied back in an uncomfortably tight looking ponytail. She couldn’t have been any older than eight.

“What am I supposed to do with them? That one looks like he’s still suckling from your breast. I have no use for a child that age. This one on the other hand…” Her aged eyes slid from the boy to the girl. “This one I can teach maid duties. Washing, cleaning, cooking, that kind of thing.”

Their mother looked uncertain, glancing between her daughter and the older lady. “Well? Hand her over and stop dirtying my doorstep. We don’t appreciate filth here in Mitras.”

So that’s where he was. Although, taking in his lavish surroundings, Levi could have guessed as much. The ornate chandelier, the deep crimson curtains with gold embroidery… His nose wrinkled. He fucking hated high society.

The girl crouched before her daughter, taking her little wrists in her hands. Levi was startled to hear her say your name. This must have been a dream he’d conjured up in his exhausted state. Maybe a product of his suspicions after the incident yesterday. Then why didn’t this happen–

Then it dawned on him.

The bond.

Was that it? Was he seeing into your memories? But you’re so young here, how could you possibly remember this?

Regardless of his confusion, your mother continued.

“You have to stay here, okay? You have to be brave, and you have to be strong. You’ll be alright here. You’ll be safe here. Do you understand?”

He saw little you nod your head shyly, your hair bobbing with the movement. Even this young, you had that fiery conviction in your child-like eyes – that same determination he saw in you now.

Your mother pulled you into her arms and squeezed you tight. “I love you so much, okay? Remember that. Your mother loves you dearly.”

When she pulled back, Levi’s heart shattered with the confusion in your eyes. You didn’t understand. How could you? You were only a kid.

He vaguely wondered what age you realised your mother most likely wasn’t coming back for you. What age you realised she had most likely passed in the famine, along with your brother.

How didn’t he know any of this? How had you kept this so close to the chest? And why? Why hadn’t you come to him? Why hadn’t you told him any of this?

He could have helped you. He could have eased whatever you felt.

Fuck, it hurt to know you’d kept this to yourself, suffering in silence for so long.

He thinks you understand when your grandmother roughly tugs you back by the shoulder, not bothering to steady you when you almost fall.

However, pride flared in his chest when you steadied yourself and remained standing, As sure footed as ever.

To his further pride, though slight concern, you didn’t cry as you watched your mother turn away, your brother in tow.

Your grandmother showed no remorse for sentencing a young woman and her toddler son to their deaths.

He hated her instantly.

The large oak doors echoed closed as the crone’s wicked eyes pinned you down. “So, rat, you have a name?”

Levi knew there was nothing he could do, this being a memory, but fuck, the urge to scoop you up in his arms and take you away from here was ridiculously strong.

Though, he supposed that if this was what you were doing when you were this age, his situation wasn’t much better.

You uttered your name quietly, though instantly winced at your grandmother’s interruption: “Speak up! I can’t hear you squeaking down there like that. Hold your head up!”

You did as she said, stammering your name louder.

“Hmm, and how old are you?”

“Six and eight months. Nearly seven.”

“I know you’re nearly seven, stupid girl. Has your useless mother taught you anything? To read, write? Cook and clean, to sew and darn? I have a few pairs of stockings that need–”

“She didn’t teach me any of this stuff. I didn’t want to. It’s all boring. But I did learn how to–”

The crack against the side of your face could have silenced the screaming dead. You fell backwards, clutching your cheek with both palms.

Your grandmother looked at you impassively, as if you were nothing but dirt that needed wiping with a wash-cloth.

Levi found his instincts coiling in his gut, a threatened viper baring its fangs.

“Get off the floor. You look ridiculous crumpled in an undignified pile like that.”

To Levi’s continued surprise, you actually stood. Still no tears lined your eyes as you looked up at her, your palms falling from your slightly swollen cheek.

“Things work differently here. I am not your mother. That worm was about as useful as a paper fireguard. No, here you will be taught manners, duties, and above all else, respect. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will not eat until all of your chores are done. You will do as you are told and answer to the housekeeper when I am away. Am I understood?”

You stayed still for a moment, and Levi could feel you fight with yourself whether or not to submit to her.

But she raised the back of her hand again, and you nodded. “Yes.”

“‘Yes, Ma’am. I will teach you respect, rat. If it’s the last thing I do.”

She once again pinned you with a glare so foul Levi shivered despite himself. Who the fuck did this bitch think she was – In her velvet dress and her striking emerald brooch, her hair pinned in a tight bun.

You did this to her, he realised; It was your grandmother who had you cowering that day.

His hatred burned like a living thing.

“Laudna!”

From the door on the right came a dignified looking maid, her apron pristinely pressed, not an inch of dirt to be seen.

He’d almost be impressed if she didn’t have the same sour look as your grandmother.

“Yes, my Lady?”

Laudna looked down at you in the same vein as the old crone, with distaste and disgust.

Her eyes scanned you from head to toe, seeing through the flat attempt to make you, a peasant girl, look presentable in front of nobles.

“Get this urchin washed and clothed properly. Tailor her a new frock from the rags if you must. I can’t stand the sight of her in those clothes. Then take her to the kitchen and put her to work. Scrubbing the dishes until she can see her grubby little face.”

The housekeeper nodded artfully.

“Yes, my Lady. Anything else for you today, ma’am?” she asked, a voice like fool’s gold as she gripped your forearm with a strength that surprised him.

He saw you struggle slightly, but dropped the attempt as soon as you learnt how iron her grip was.

“Yes. I’ll have my supper in the east wing this evening. And make sure the terrace is ready for this afternoon’s tea. We have a guest coming over. The Commander of the Scouts is paying us a visit. I think he’s trying to garner favour in order for some of us with money to help pay back his debts. I have no intention of such a thing, but I do like seeing a powerful man on his knees.”

Fucking Walls, this woman was insane.

“Very good, Ma’am.”

He watched as you were dragged away, and found himself following without a choice.

This was a lot to take in. Your mother gave you up when you were a kid to your foul grandmother who had already hit you within the span of the few minutes you’d been thrown into her care.

It didn’t exactly give him hope for the rest of your childhood.

Levi’s heart only bled more as he saw you scrubbed raw and tossed into clothes that were far too big for you. The housekeeper took a pair of fabric scissors to the dragging hem, not caring about the frayed edges.

She measured you in front of an apron, her mouth quirking to the side when she saw it was also much too large for your small frame.

Taking the same liberties as she did with the frock, Laudna roughly set her scissors to the off-white apron, cutting it to size and forcing the strap over your head. It hung far too low to be of any use, but at least it wouldn’t drag along the floor now.

You were dragged down several flights of dimly lit, narrow stone stairs, Levi following behind before the walls opened up into a scullery, lit by surface level windows along the top of the walls.

“You see those? They need to be spotless by this afternoon. You heard the Lady. Some Scout Commander is coming ‘round and she wants them for their meeting. Clean them and arrange them on the tray. Eva, the scullery maid will come and check your work once you claim to be finished. Until then, work silently and work diligently.”

Levi saw your determined face, and though you needed to drag a stool to stand on just to reach the basin, you didn’t waver in your task. Your little hands worked around the sponge diligently, fingers carefully turning ornately patterned china teacups, ones he would envy did they not belong to a tyrant.

Obediently, you didn’t make a sound, only the sloshing of water and the gentle tink of china against metal softly echoing in the empty chamber when you set the freshly dried cup against the metal of the shining tray.

For someone who hadn’t been taught this before, you were doing remarkably well.

Though he guessed he understood. Coming from dirt, it was an impulse to want to see things clean. He guessed you were no different.

When the lid to the teapot was placed delicately on the rotund piece, you called out proudly, “I’m finished!”

But nobody was around to answer your call.

Dread pooled in his gut as he saw the familiar urge to prove yourself.

With the clumsiness of a young kid, you stepped from the stool and reached up to the metal tray.

Though the china was fine, your arms had yet to build any muscle. Already slightly malnourished, you simply couldn’t bear the sudden weight in your outstretched hands.

Losing balance, you fell back, and the shattering of china burst his eardrums.

That pool of dread grew heavier as the silent aftermath lingered on.

Maybe nobody heard. Maybe you were alright. Maybe you could run and hide somewhere, wait until nightfall and escape through the servant’s entrance.

But you were naïve. You tried to pick up the pieces, resulting in a sharp cut on your finger.

You hissed as you drew back, cradling your hand in your chest.

That was when footsteps came rushing down the stairs and three women stood before you: Laudna, the housekeeper, a younger looking woman who he assumed to be Eva, the scullery maid, and your thunderous grandmother, a thin cane in her hand.

“Back on the floor. Must be a rat’s instinct to be so close to the ground. What happened?” she sneered, looking at the broken china, her granddaughter, and your cradled hand.

“I-I was trying to bring the tea to you… I was finished but nobody was here, so I thought I would just take it up myself. But it was too heavy and I dropped it. I’m sorry…”

You looked so earnestly remorseful it physically hurt to see you bend before such a witch of a woman.

Your grandmother lifted your chin with the end of her cane. “Well, as long as you’re sorry, that’s all that matters. Accidents happen, don’t they, little one?”

Levi was instantly on edge. He knew these types of people. He knew what they were capable of.

And he knew a false comfort when he saw it.

Every fibre of himself screamed at him to intervene, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t move, despite throwing his whole body weight in any direction.

This was a memory, and he couldn’t change the past.

“Just pick it up and all will be well.”

“I can’t… the pieces are sharp. I’ve already cut my finger, look.”

You held out your hand, falling into that net of faux-assurance, the strings holding you fraying.

But that look of innocent concern didn’t fade from your grandmother’s face. “It’s alright, just be more careful and you won’t get hurt.”

With the reassurance given, you reached down again to take a larger shard into your hands.

Your scream speared Levi’s heart as the woman in front of you stepped forward, and pressed the sole of her boot against the back of your hand, forcing it into the razor-like pieces scattered across the floor.

She let you try and tug your hand back, knowing it would only earn yourself further lacerations against the flesh of your palm.

“That china set,” she continued monotonously, clearly unbothered by your agonised cries, “was a gift from the Prince himself. Would you like to be the one to kneel before him and apologise for destroying it?”

Levi once again tugged on his own body, his voice too stuck in his throat as you wrapped your other hand around your wrist, trying desperately to pull it from beneath her boot.

She ground her heel tightly, and you yelped again.

“Answer me, little rat.”

“No! N-no! I’m sorry it was an a-accident! P-please! Please stop, it hurts!” you begged, still trying to wrench your palm from the floor.

The moment she lifted her foot, you scurried back, your hand once again cradled in your chest. Only this time white pieces of china stuck out jaggedly from your palm, the front of your apron now stained as crimson as the curtains in the hall.

You quivered as she stepped closer to you, curling in on yourself.

It broke him.

“Accidents happen, but not in this house. You will learn to be perfect, or you will be nothing. And stop snivelling, or you’ll end up in the sty with the other pigs.”

You dried the tears down your cheeks, doing your best to top the wracking sobs in your chest.

Relief filled Levi’s lungs as your grandmother turned to leave.

But he could see the sudden surge of bravery in your face, and he mentally pleaded with you not to.

It was too late.

“I hate you!”

The room stopped.

Laudna and Eva shrank away to the sides of the room as the crone stalked back.

Bending down to you, she took both your wrists in her own hands and brought you to your feet, her face centimetres from yours.

She said nothing, but surveyed you the same way Levi had seen cats survey a mouse in their claws, deciding whether to play with them or sink their canines into the poor rodent’s neck.

Without another word, she brutally dragged you back up a flight of stairs.

You fought back this time, digging your heels into the stone, only to lurch forward when she tugged you particularly hard.

You screamed. You cried. You begged for her to let go, only to shout how much you hated her the next moment.

All of it was taken in stride by your grandmother, who kept her steely look of grit as her hold on you didn’t waver.

Unbolting the steel lock on a small wooden door in the side of the wall, she tossed you inside like a ragdoll, and you fell amongst buckets and mops, broom handles clanging on the stone floor.

You managed to tuck your scarlet hand somewhere safe before you landed heavily on your shoulder.

Just watching this had Levi’s echo in pain.

The broom closet stayed lit for a few moments as your grandmother stood and looked at you.

“Learn respect,” was all she said, before the door slammed shut and you were blanketed in suffocating darkness, the sound of the bolt sliding across again prompting you to throw yourself against the door.

Levi watched, soul twisting, as you pounded against the door, the excruciating pain in your hand suddenly fading to nothing.

Your voice broke with every scream, the door shuddered with every punch. Until you finally ran out of energy, and slid to the floor.

Your knees curled into your chest as you steadily removed the shrapnel from your palms, whimpering with each searing pull.

You placed the bloodied china in the corner, where you knew you wouldn’t sit for fear of cobwebs and spiders.

Wrapping your hand in your apron, you set your forehead on your knees, and wept, unknowingly into Levi’s phantom embrace. He’d taken a seat next to you, now free to move, and though he couldn’t interact with your memory, he’d set his arm around you.

Maybe you felt his comfort, maybe you didn’t.

Levi liked to think you did.

The rest of your years there blended into one long stream of echoing slaps and slams of the broom closet door.

Your feisty determination faded as you became used to the endless beatings and blinding insults from your grandmother.

That fire only returned to your eye on your fourteenth birthday, when you left to join the Scouts.

You didn’t even say goodbye. Didn’t even tell her where you were going. You just packed what little things you had into a small saddlebag, and took off.

He smiled inwardly as you stole one of her horses.

Seeing you grow up like that, in a timeline of nothing but terror and pain, he knew he understood you so much more.

This was the product of the bond, he knew it was. It can’t have been anything else, not to be so specific like that.

Stirring from his sleep, he found to his content relief you snuggled into his chest. You’d slid down into his embrace during the night, your nose pressed into the hollow of his throat. As much as he adored seeing you curled up in his arms, you were both still filthy from before.

Levi cringed, torn between not wanting to leave your side after what he’d just seen, and leaving for a few moments to fetch some kind of damp cloth just to get rid of the worst of the mess.

His fingers idly sank into your hair as he debated, gently scratching soothing caresses before he made up his mind. He would only be gone for a few minutes, and he doubted you would wake in that time.

Slowly separating from you, he felt a pang of heartache at the loss of your contact, and at the way you tried to follow his warmth, your brows furrowing, perturbed. Even in sleep you were charismatic.

Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Levi slid from the sheets and stood, stretching his back.

He didn’t know what time it was, but honestly, he would place it anywhere between twelve and two in the morning. You both still had a few hours left.

Looking back at you, he had to physically stop himself from putting his fingers against your pulse, just to make sure. He’d seen you move not moments ago. You weren’t dead.

But he couldn’t help himself. The urge wouldn’t leave him until he checked anyway.

The pads of his fingertips pressed gently just below your jaw, feeling the faint but steady thump of your heartbeat, matching the same one in his chest.

Yes. Good. Still alive. Obviously.

Cursing himself for being overly worried, he turned back to the discarded clothes on the floor.

Oh.

Levi forgot he’d cum in his briefs last night.

His cheeks heated slightly at the thought, and angled his eyes to the ceiling so he didn’t catch sight of himself. He knew he was littered with little marks from your wandering teeth.

He vaguely wondered if you had even eaten yesterday evening before devouring his fucking body. Maybe you were part titan or something.

He was all too happy entertaining these thoughts before another pushed them from his mind.

He didn’t have any clothes here. Neither of you had clothes here. This was just one of the spare bedrooms. It only had fresh linens because he demanded they be put on during the cleaning.

Wait, if this room had linens, maybe it had–

Levi silently but urgently padded over to the cupboard, and quietly twisted the knob open.

Well, at least he wouldn’t have to wander around a castle full of his sleeping squad naked. Four neatly folded white towels greeted him with silent amusement. Two bath towels, and two hand towels.

Slipping out the bigger one, Levi wrapped it around and secured it at his waist. It would be good enough for now, and if he happened to meet anyone they would naturally think he’d just come from a shower.

He didn’t want the squad to know about his newfound relationship with you. Not yet.

Snatching up the two smaller hand towels, Levi sent one last look in your direction, smiling to himself at how peaceful you looked, before nipping out to gather a few things: a spare uniform for himself, a spare uniform for you, and to dampen the hand towels.

What he wasn’t expecting upon his quick return, was you sitting up in bed, softly illuminated by the silver moonlight.

You were staring at him, your gaze unwavering, and he only realised why when he closed the distance, setting down the spare clothes and damp cloth on the end of the bed.

You were crying. Silently. Not the wracking sobs he’d seen from you the other evening; silent tears slipped down your cheeks.

You must have seen it too; you must have remembered your own past.

He understood coping mechanisms. He understood how the brain could simply erase something from your memory, force you to forget anything even happened in order to preserve your mental state.

Maybe that’s why you never brought up your childhood. Because you simply didn’t remember a lot of it.

Without a word, you reached for him, and he didn’t hesitate to open his arms to you, his hand instantly soothing your hair.

Breaking the silence felt wrong, even though he wanted nothing more than to reassure you. It just felt wrong. Not until you wanted to talk about it.

He wouldn’t bring it up unless it was on your terms. Talking about something like that wasn’t easy, he had some idea himself.

Levi shuffled a little closer to you, wrapping his other arm around your waist and letting you softly cry into his shoulder.

He understood. He really did. He understood the agony of remembering a childhood like that. He understood more than most what you were going through.

Until he didn’t.

“How old were you?”

He barely heard the question muffled into his shoulder, and even when he did it took a moment for his brain to process.

Suddenly it felt like you were holding him.

“How old was I?”

“When he left you… how old were you?”

Levi blanched. How the fuck did you know about that? How could you possibly–

Then it clicked.

When he was seeing your past, experiencing your memories, you were watching his.

This was the worst possible situation.

He hadn’t told you for a reason. He hadn’t told anyone other than maybe Erwin.

He didn’t want you feeling like this. He didn’t want you to look at him with sympathy, or with any kind of pity or sorrow. He didn’t want you to feel like you had to comfort him, because his past was his own burden to bear.

And now it was yours.

With no small degree of guilt, Levi buried his face in your hair.

“Fourteen,” he responded quietly.

He wasn’t about to lie to you. He was never about to lie to you.

But he fucking hated that you knew. You knew everything now. Knew what he had done back down in the Underground. Knew the crimes he’d committed, the people he’d killed, the shit he’d been through.

Fuck. Fuck.

You drew back from him, and he reluctantly pulled his face from your hair.

But even when you cupped his cheeks with your palms, he didn’t look at you. All shock from your own past had been replaced by guilt from his.

You were crying for him. You were crying because of him. It was his fault you were upset. His fault you felt the need to hold him like this. His fucking fault.

“Levi, stop.”

He froze.

“Are your thoughts always so damn loud?” you asked, tilting his head so he had no choice but to look at you.

The echo in his chest steadied his heartbeat and slowed his breathing; he was getting ahead of himself. Though the guilt still hurt, he knew you would never blame him.

But that didn’t stop him from blaming himself. He gazed at you, wondering when the tables shifted so dramatically to the point where you were now comforting him.

“I don’t want you to shy away from me knowing you, ‘Vi. What happened back then… you did what you had to do to survive. I can’t say I would have done any differently,”

It would have been worse for you. You would have ended up like my mother.

It was a thought he couldn’t voice without choking. He didn’t want to think about that; his mother, or you in her position. He couldn’t think about that.

“I sliced a man’s hand open for harassing Isabel. I slit one’s throat for touching her. I settled one of Farlan’s debts by beating the shit out of the men who wanted his head. I’ve killed. I’ve hurt. I’ve left scars on people I will likely never see again. You said my reputation didn’t reflect who I was. Now you know it does.”

He saw that realisation reflected in your eyes, and felt the need to pull away. You didn’t need someone as filthy and disgusting as him near you. You didn’t deserve that. You deserved the world, and he couldn’t give you anything.

His eyes widened as you sat up on your knees, and planted a kiss to his forehead.

“But you have also saved. And you have healed. You have spent your entire life fighting, whether it be for survival, or humanity. You think I wouldn’t snap the necks of anyone who touched any of our squad like that?

“Levi, the situation you lived in never made you a shitty person.”

He thanked your existence when you wrapped your arms around his head, letting him keep some of his dignity by hiding his tears in your chest.

Fuck, he hadn’t cried like this in a long, long time.

–You’re too good for me–

–I heard that–

Levi tore his head from your embrace, suddenly uncaring about you seeing him fall apart.

He’d heard you. Your voice, clear as day, in his head.

He knew he hadn’t said that out loud. In fact, he made the conscious effort not to say that out loud.

But still, you just looked at him tenderly, using the pad of your thumb to brush away the tear from beneath his eye.

“Did you just…?”

You nodded, though a little shyly. “I, uh, yeah. I didn’t wanna say anything because I didn’t really know for certain or not but, uh, yeah.” You smiled sheepishly.

Levi didn’t really know how to react.

How much could you hear from his head? Could you hear everything?–or just some things? Did you hear what his subconscious wanted you to hear? That felt a little convoluted, honestly.

“But I do know it wasn’t your fault, ‘Vi. You’ve blamed yourself for so long, but you couldn’t have known the outcome. Or what would have happened had you stayed with them. It’s likely you wouldn’t be here either.”

You paused, looking downcast. “I wouldn’t have known you.”

“They could have survived.”

“And you could have died.”

He already sounded resigned. “Wouldn’t that have been better?”

“That’s a selfish way of looking at things.”

“I’m a selfish man.”

You sighed, once again taking his face in your hands. “No. You’re not. You’ve spent so much of your life dedicated to other people. How is that selfish?”

Levi looked at you. Really looked at you, and found his heart conflicted by the lack of deception.

He wanted you to be lying. That would be so much easier. He wouldn’t have to change his opinion of himself then.

“Isn’t wanting this…wanting you, selfish? So much death I’ve caused. So much pain, and I get to be happy. That doesn’t seem fair.”

You smoothed his hair back. “Think of it as life finally paying its debt back to you. You get to spend the rest of your life with a really hot soulmate. That’s me by the way, hi.”

You grinned, and Levi fell in love all over again.

His hand covered one of your own, thumb swaying gently over your fingers.

“What did I do to deserve you?” he asked, though he looked a little more convinced that he did deserve you now. He felt it too.

“I don’t really– mmph!”

He cut you off with a searing kiss, your lips instantly parting to taste his tongue.

With utter, delicate care, Levi laid you back down amongst the pillows, his mouth still connected to yours, savouring your muffled whimpers into his lungs.

–Can you hear this?– he asked, reaching out through the now open doorway between you.

–Yes–

Levi groaned into your mouth. Fuck, even in his head your voice was breathy.

–I love you–

It was the only way he could tell you without his heart bleeding. The only way he could say it without his fears getting in the way. Without his voice shaking.

He would say it to you one day. Out loud.

But for now, his soul shuddered with your gasp against his mouth, briefly pulling back to study him wide-eyed. He could see the way slivers of silver lined your lower lashes, the soft quiver of your lip.

He thought for one terrifying moment you would respond with your voice, until you tugged him back down against you and your tongue danced with his once more.

–I love you, too–

Even with his lids shut, he could still feel the way his eyes burned with unshed emotion.

It had crossed his mind once or twice, the idea that you might just love him back, but hearing it from your, well, own mind, was something else entirely; the confession brought with it a flood of unfamiliarity that he never wanted to let go of.

He felt a push against his shoulder, and slowly fell to one side, his brows pinching as you straddled his already growing manhood.

How the fuck he still had the ability to go another round after the night you’d both had, he had no idea. All he knew was that he needed to be inside you again. To feel you again. He needed to feel you squeeze and shudder around his cock as you reached your peak. He needed you.

And just when he needed you most, you pulled back again.

“This seems familiar. Now I know how you felt the other evening. Were you really this aroused just from sitting in my lap?”

You rocked your hips, trapping his hard length between his pelvis and your sopping heat. Levi mewled as you took his hands from settling on your thighs and held them above his head, your eyelids fluttering with each drag against his leaking tip.

“Please.” Levi simmered, the thundering throb returning to the underside of his marble cock.

A shiver played down his spine as you lifted your hips from his, fed his wrists through your one palm, and used your other hand to slowly sink onto him.

Your head fell back, a guttural groan pulled from your lips as Levi arched into his pleasure, jaw unhinged. The slide was easy, your walls being slick enough from your combined arousals.

It would take a bit for Levi to understand the synced sex drives, only just coming to terms with the way you started to gush when he hardened.

You secured your hold on his wrists once again, keeping them pinned above his head as you ground his tip against that spot inside you.

Your clit echoed in response, and you smirked as Levi’s eyes rolled up into his head, cracking a long moan to the sky.

Everything felt like an aphrodisiac: the slick squelch of his cock inside your cushiony walls, the air thick with scented arousal, your biting hold on his wrists… It all fucked with his head.

“You weren’t very specific last time ‘Vi. Wh– oh fuck, where do you f-feel that?” you stammered as he bucked his hips into you, seemingly without control.

Had he not been so aroused, he would have thought twice about showing you. But you were bound to him, you knew him. And he felt no shame in freeing one of his hands, having to sit up slightly to reach behind where you sucked him in.

“Th-there. F-feels good… there. In-nghaa! Inside!”

You rocked against him again, and Levi fell back against the bed with another stuttering moan.

“Well,” you panted, “I wasn’t expecting that.”

Leaning forward, you pinned his arms again, before slowly rising from his cock, savouring the delicious drag against your walls, and sinking down again.

Picking up a rhythm, Levi was defenceless against his own writhing. Bringing his feet up for leverage, he managed to put all his effort into pounding into you from below, meeting your increasingly desperate rhythm as you started to ride him hard and fast.

He didn’t think he would ever get used to stimulation like this. A carnal concoction of whining gasps left his throat with each thrust, watching your face slacken with molten pleasure.

Using your pleasure as a distraction, Levi freed himself from your hold. As fucking hot as it was to be held down like that, at this moment, knowing what he knew now, he just wanted to feel your skin against his.

His arms wrapped around your middle, pulling you down and into him. You cried out at the shift in angle, joining his wanton moans as he pummelled your g-spot with each stroke.

“Fu-aahah! R-right there ‘Vi! Right there…! Oh fuck, fuck y-yes!” you crooned in his ear as you clung to him, nails biting the muscles in his shoulders.

Levi felt nothing but ecstasy, your tight, pulsating walls dragging him up to cloud nine as he felt his balls draw up without warning.

“G-gonna cum! Gonna f-fucking cuahaaah! Mmnaghah! Fuck fuck FU–”

Levi’s eyes flew open as he crested his high, slamming up into you a final time before exploding inside you, painting your throbbing walls ivory. His hold on you tightened as his muscles clenched, hips humping erratically into your soaking velvet.

Your walls held him in a vice-grip as you reached your simultaneous orgasm, your juices flooding around his spasming cock you all but screamed into the pillow by his head. Your nails dug crescents into his flesh as you convulsed atop him, your thighs trembling around his own.

The room settled as you came down, panting arduously into his ear, akin to that of running a marathon.

Levi thought for a terrible moment you were crying, you uneven breaths fanning against his ear. Only to find, to his tremendous relief, you were laughing. With a tender grip on your shoulders, he gently pushed you upright, raising a sweat slicked brow at your apparent amusement as he softened inside you.

“Something funny?” he asked, with no small degree of soft humour. He could happily drown in your smile.

“Nothing specific. I just have a feeling these next coming weeks are going to be specifically tiring for us,” you giggled, sliding off his lap with a hitch of your breath.

Levi sat up, reaching down the end of the bed for the damp rag he deposited there earlier. “Why do you say that?”

He felt you shiver slightly as he swiped the now cold towel between your thighs, cleaning you up from both your messes.

Though he stopped when he felt your foot against his shoulder, arousal already short-circuiting his brain.

“Because I already want to go again,” you drawled, trailing your foot down his bicep and digging your toes into the muscle there.

Levi snatched at your ankle, and you cackled, high and loud.

“Walls, you really are insatiable. I’m starting to worry if I'll even survive the next few weeks.”

You grinned wildly as he threw the dirtied towel towards the far side of the room with the rest of your discarded clothing, before lying back down facing you.

Goosebumps prickled his skin as your fingers trailed along the marks you’d left behind with your teeth, your digits playing dot-to-dot with the dark blossoms.

“If you die, I die. So try and stay alive, Ackerman,” you murmured, drawing your nail across his collarbone.

He took your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

How such a small gesture could fluster you after literally riding him into oblivion, you would never understand.

“Do we know if that’s how it works? You could go on to live a long and happy life.”

You scoffed. “Without you? Like a jaded lover, Levi, I would rather dramatically throw myself off the top of Wall Rose.”

Levi huffed in amusement. “If you’re not wearing a flowing white dress, I’ll be disappointed in you from the afterlife.”

“How many romance novels have you read?!”

He both loved and hated that shit-eating grin when you know you’ve called him out on something.

“Enough to know a jaded lover must wear a white dress when she kills herself. Otherwise, there’s no point.

“And a well-prepared monologue about how you simply cannot go on without me. If you stumble over your words, I’m not associating myself with you in our next life.”

You jabbed him in the ribs, your own side jolting at the sensation.

“Someone’s been planning. Do I get to prepare myself for your heroic death or do you go away on a mission someday and leave me forever pining upon your return?”

Under usual circumstances, joking about death isn’t something Levi did. He saw it enough to know it’s nothing to laugh about. And nobody becomes desensitised to the screams of those being eaten alive. It’s simply not possible.

Though, somehow, he found himself at ease with this conversation. Most likely because there wasn’t a single circumstance where he’d let you die. It simply wasn’t a possibility.

And it never will be.

“Maybe you’ll find a letter in my desk one day addressed to you after not returning. And only after you dramatically kill yourself, do I return.”

“Oh, you’ve definitely read Frederik and Jules. There’s no way you came up with that on the fly.”

“It’s a good story, what can I say?” Levi shrugged, his heart blooming with this most honest of conversation topics. Not once had he ever told anybody he actively enjoyed reading a few romance novels. He usually labelled them as folk-tales just so Hange would get off his back.

It felt strangely liberating to actively admit this.

“What did you think of the twist-end? Where the poison didn’t actually kill her?”

“Predictable.”

You almost shoved him off the bed. And you would have done, had he not instinctively wrapped his arms around you. Damn bond.

“You cannot have predicted that, I refuse.”

Levi tightened his hold on you, refusing to let go even as you tried to push him off. “Just because you couldn’t predict the twist doesn’t mean other people couldn’t.”

“Did you just call me slow?” You gaped in mock offence.

But Levi’s expression dropped entirely, and you felt the spear of guilt in his chest.

You tilted your head in confusion. “‘Vi?”

How could he be so fucking careless? He’d just seen an entire childhood of insults and abuse and he just threw a quip like that at you?

“I–” He felt so lost staring into your quizzical gaze, too heartbreakingly innocent to set him at ease. “I’m sorry, I didn’t–”

Levi clenched his jaw as you gently touched your knuckles to his cheek in reassurance. “I saw your childhood,” he mumbled guiltily.

Though it didn’t seem to clear anything up for you.

“Oh! Anything interesting?” you asked, a clueless smile pulling at your lips.

You really didn’t remember, did you? Was he really about to force those memories back into your head…?

“You… How much of it do you remember?” he asked with no small degree of trepidation, and he watched your face fall into contemplation.

“Honestly, not much. I remember my mother just, abandoned me with my fucking grandmother, and I remember her being kind of a bitch. Oh, and that she would lock me in a cupboard when I pissed her off but, that’s about it. I left when I’d just turned fourteen so, yeah not much,” you explained, way too lighthearted to fully grasp the weight of the situation.

Levi’s lips pressed into a thin line, avoiding your searching eyes.

“‘Vi…?” You pressed lightly, and he sighed heavily in response.

“You really don’t remember any… abuse? Physical, mental, emotional. Anything?”

His chest throbbed painfully with your dismissive scoff.

“Abuse? God no, sure she was a bitch but she… she didn’t…” He saw your expression shift as you started to doubt your own unreliable narrative. “No. She never… right? I didn’t… no, she wouldn’t. She wouldn’t have… I…”

You looked down at your hands, littered with tiny scars, and the newer, darker scabs, putting the pieces together. “I just thought… I thought I was just careless. I didn’t…” your breath picked up, tears lining your lashes as he watched you remember. “That never… this isn’t… what did you do?”

It was your accusatory tone that struck him. So terrified of your own past, he saw everything in your petrified, wide eyes.

And he felt that agonising guilt. Because those memories were fresh after being dragged out for him. Because with his knowledge now, came your remembering.

And it fucking hurt.

“Nothing. I couldn’t do anything. I tried. But I couldn’t interfere with them.”

He held you as tear after tear slipped down your cheeks, until your sobs became inconsolable.

You hadn’t faced this. Your mind had locked these away behind an iron door, and now you were experiencing everything again for the first time. Memory after memory of years spent in fear and pain.

He could do nothing but soothe you. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I know, but you’re okay now. You’re safe now. She’s gone, I promise you. They’re all gone. You’re alright, you’re safe.”

He didn’t know how long he’d been soothing you, didn’t know how much time had passed before your wracked sobs became mere hiccups, but he didn’t stop.

He wouldn’t stop. He would never stop.

You were under his protection now. Completely.

Levi stroked your back, his hand caressing soft scratches into your hair as you calmed slightly, enough to stutter out a few words. “How could I forget any of this…?” You sounded so meek your voice broke him.

He doubled his efforts, tightening his arms around you.

“To cope, most likely,” he responded, knowing all too well what that was like.

“Do you remember everything? From the Underground?”

Levi thought for a moment. There were definite gaps in his memory, but since this was happening to you, he didn’t doubt he’d suffer under the same pain soon enough.

“Not all of it, no.”

You pulled back from the hollow of his throat, peering tearily into his concerned gaze. “I’ll be here when you do. I promise. But I need you to promise me you won’t shut me out.”

Levi honestly didn’t know what to say. Nobody had ever asked him to promise something like that.

Under usual circumstances, he dealt with things his own way, usually by drowning himself in paperwork or training extra hours through the night. Not to mention the fact it was a little hypocritical coming from you, but now didn’t feel like the right time to mention that…

“I– I'll try,” he whispered honestly. He couldn’t promise what you asked of him, and he wasn’t about to make a false one only to break it later on down the line. He couldn’t live with himself if he did that.

You seemed to accept the answer anyway. “Sorry for crying all over the sheets.”

You smiled a little sheepishly, and Levi swept a lingering streak from your cheek. “Not like we didn’t need to change them anyway,” he responded, tucking you back safely into his embrace. Home.

“Mmmm, can’t say I disagree.”

He felt you relax in his arms, sleep weighing in on your body.

He couldn’t blame you for being utterly exhausted – fuck, he felt it too. Emotions have always been tiring as shit for him, and with you now settled comfortably, it was impossible not to feel the pull of dreams once again.

A smile pulled at his lips as he heard your sleepy voice.

–I love you–

–I love you too–

“Sooooo, you and the Captain finally managed to uh, blow off some steam huh? It certainly sounded like f–oomph!”

Eld doubled over after a well-placed kick to his stomach.

After the tension of yesterday, Hange wanted to see what kind of results they could pull from Eren when experimenting one-on-one, meaning your entire squad had the day off.

You wiped a bead of sweat from your brow, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you waited for him to recover. The day was sweltering, but perfect for some extra training, and Levi had arranged a sparring practice session in the morning before the sun reached its peak. “Concentrate, and maybe you won’t get your ass kicked,” you retorted, fixing the gauze around your knuckles. You were already aware he knew, so there was no point denying it. Although the rest of your squad looked blissfully ignorant, only Petra gave you strange looks from across the dusty training field.

An earth-shattering crack briefly halted the session, the burst of fiery lightning split the sky before you all heard the echo of a triumphant roar.

“Seems like Hange is actually getting some good results. Most likely because you’re not there to behead their test subject.” Eld grinned mischievously as he straightened up, holding his fists just in front of his face as a stony block to your vicious kick.

“I didn’t even go to behead him! It was just a warning.”

“Slit his throat then. I’m pretty sure the purpose of a warning is to keep the victim alive so they can heed it, no?”

He ducked beneath another viper strike, before having you skilfully twist away after an attempted jab to your middle.

“For the last fucking time, I wasn’t going to kill him!” you huffed, exasperated with the conversation.

–Do you ever stop talking?–

You almost missed Eld’s next sweep at your legs, barely backstepping far enough to exit his range.

You didn’t even spare Levi a glance; asshole knew he was distracting you. He was most likely doing it deliberately.

–Do you ever stop eavesdropping?–

You heard him snort down the bond, a vocal representation of his little upturned smirk. Poor Gunther; you pitied the man for being up against him today. Despite the two of you fucking like rabbits yesterday, he seemed absoltely fine energy-wise.

Though his walking was a little funny whenever you put pressure on your thighs. So, naturally, you would do it deliberately just to watch him squirm in discomfort.

Levi managed a quick look in your direction, before masterfully feinting to the right of Gunther’s punch. The man was good –not the best– but not terrible. He just needed to clean up his footwork. But it didn’t require much of his attention, which is why he was able to watch you as closely as he was, and interrupt at the worst times.

The corner of his lips pulled up ever so slightly.

–It’s ironic. You tell him to concentrate and yet here you are, distracted.–

You clenched your jaw, trying in vain to push him from your head. Naturally, he remained like a strangely lovable leech.

With a deliberate stretch, you lunge forward, sweeping your leg high over Eld’s head. Personally, you enjoyed the burn it brought to your thighs. Your bond, however, didn’t share the same satisfaction.

–Fuck you.–

–Why do you think your legs hurt so much, sweetheart?– You crooned back, Eld looking at you with utter bafflement as you grinned wickedly at him.

“Yeah, you see that look? And you’re telling me you weren’t about to kill him when you’re capable of smiling like that?”

Flattening Eld with a glare, you raised your fists again, almost tempted to let him land a particularly harsh blow just to see Levi react. It was tempting, if only it wouldn’t hurt you, too.

–You can’t say shit like that…–

Sweetheart? You called him sweetheart? Levi’s heart stuttered in his chest, to the point where Gunther’s foot almost collided with his face.

Everytime he thought he got the better of you, you would do something like this and throw him for a complete loop. But he couldn’t help himself: –You look really hot like that…–

You baulked, footwork faltering slightly. Taking advantage, Eld managed to land a solid hit to the side of your thigh, your leg buckling as you rolled away.

–Levi.–

Oh. A mental growl should not have done that to him. That should not have made him shiver the way it did.

He clenched his fists when you noticed. –Oh? That was an interesting reaction.–

–Fuck off.–

You managed to stifle your smile this time, and save yourself one of Eld’s concerned looks.

–You want me to growl in your ear like this?– you purred, and you were one hundred percent sure that it was arousal stirring in your gut.

This man…

–Thought I told you to fuck off?–

Now it was you who felt a resistance, a vain attempt in pushing you out of his mind. It was adorable. But you decided to play nice, focusing briefly on your sparring session with Eld before you naturally broke away again, sweat beading down your back.

You sighed. –What I wouldn’t give to be sucking you off right now…–

You almost groaned aloud with the spark of heat that ignited in your core. You bit your lip to stop yourself from smirking, before a sharp pain exploded in your shoulder.

A gasp flew from your mouth before you could stifle it, though you were fucking thankful Eld wasn’t looking, too distracted by the triumphant cry from Gunther.

It didn’t take a genius to put the two and two together. You rubbed your shoulder, throwing your bond an accusatory glare. He shot one straight back.

“Seems the Captain’s a little distracted today… I wonder why,” Eld snickered, elbowing you lightly.

You failed to stifle your knowing smile, knowing you’d been caught out.

“I tried to tell you I heard you, you weren’t exactly trying to be quiet.”

It was your turn to physically abuse your best friend, returning his elbow jab with one of your own. “As long as it was just you, I don’t care about keeping you up. But the rest of them look completely unaware so that’s all I care about,” you responded truthfully.

You genuinely didn’t give a shit if Eld knew. He knew everything else about you, there were no secrets between you two. Besides, it wasn’t like you hadn’t heard him and Georgia have sex when she would stay at the barracks. Turns out communal showers aren’t as private as they both thought.

“Not that I know of. Works out well that we all have our own rooms though, especially for you.”

You could tell that wasn’t a jab. He was being genuine at that moment. And that was why you loved the shit out of him.

“Take a break, be back here in ten!”

You pursed your lips to stop yourself from laughing when Levi called for a break. The rest of the squad visibly relaxed.

–You alright over there?–

Fucking hell, Levi couldn’t tell if he wanted to throttle you or kiss you. Maybe both, at the same time, with his cock buried deep in your cunt. Fuck’s sake this was humiliating.

–Does it look like I’m fucking alright? You cannot randomly say shit like that.–

As much as he did adore the banter you shared, there was a small part of him that really, really didn’t want to get hard in front of the rest of his squad. And he was already halfway there.

Feeling even that grain of seriousness, you looked genuinely remorseful. –Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.–

It was a half-assed apology, but he knew the truth within it.

–Tch, just… give me some warning next time.–

–Next time?–

Levi threw a deadpan look across the training ground at you. –You can make it up to me later.–

–Oh? What did you have in mind?–

That fucking tone was going to be the death of him. Your sultry, smooth-velvet voice like that was carnal enough, but in his head? Where he was the only one privy to such a performance…? It melted his insides.

–Wouldn’t you like to know?–

Your mental laugh had him looking away, trying his best not to smile.

–Levi, I think you forget I can feel everything.–

–Yeah, now I have to deal with this for the rest of the fucking morning– he all but whined in complaint, and you rolled your eyes.

–Order a partner switch up, I can take you with a hard-on.–

–FUCKING. PHRASING.–

You snorted aloud, and suffered one of Eld’s ‘what the fuck is wrong with you are you okay?’ looks.

“Allergies.”

He looked unconvinced. “To what? The sun?”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re a prick?”

“Yeah. You. Multiple times.” You folded your arms defiantly, eyeing the rest of the group until you saw Petra once again floating around almost nervously—Which is not Petra-like at all. It was almost scary.

“You know what’s up with Pet? She’s been acting off since this morning.”

To your surprise, Eld actually looked a little sheepish on the girl’s behalf. “Yeah actually… I do. It’s about yesterday evening. She sort of… had her own agenda throughout the game. Things haven’t been going well with Oluo apparently and she wanted to make him jealous, which is why she didn’t strip. But then she saw your face and kind of put the pieces together with uh… with some help.”

Before you could even open your mouth to respond, Eld was already jumping into an explanation, fiddling with the collar of his tee. “I was just trying to help, I swear! She was already feeling guilty enough and it was the not knowing that was killing her. I just sort of nudged her in the right direction, but she came to the conclusion by herself. I didn’t—”

“Eld, it’s fine. It’s more than fine. Just… let’s try to keep this under wraps, okay? I don’t really want it becoming a big thing in the squad or in the group, and I really don’t want this getting back to people like Hange or Erwin. Not yet anyway. It wouldn’t be fair on him. But Petra knowing is fine.”

He looked visibly relieved after that, and you gestured Petra over, who had been sparing nervous glances your way for the last five minutes. The redhead scurried over, looking between you and Eld.

“Look… before I say anything, I just wanted to say I had no idea about you and the Captain. I mean, I had some idea, but I didn’t think it was anything serious! And I’m so sorry about yesterday. I did it to get back at Oluo, not because I actually wanted to kiss him, I promise.”

You didn’t interrupt her. She’d clearly been thinking about this the entire night, planning what she wanted to say to you. It would have been a bit of a kick in the teeth to tell her all that stress and worry and planning was pointless.

Plus, the more she talked, the less worked up she looked.

“But then I saw your face when we kissed and I felt fucking awful and Eld helped me figure it out. He didn’t tell me, by the way, he told me to say that but he seriously didn’t tell me—”

Okay, now you were going to cut her off. The girl was turning blue. “Pet, take a breath for a second. It’s fine, seriously. I’ve been meaning to ask what happened between you and Oluo anyway. Things seemed so good a few weeks ago, what changed between you two?”

Eld stiffened beside you, and you eyed him suspiciously.

“I, uh, have to go take a drink… over there… away from here… bye.”

Eld strode away before you could interrogate him any further.

Petra rolled her eyes, and you knew then and there something had happened not only between her and Oluo, but the boys were involved as well.

You turned back to Petra, who seemed to have folded her arms defensively in the short time you were distracted by Eld’s awkward shuffle away. “So? What happened? Vent to me, girl.”

She sighed heavily, tucking one of her auburn bangs behind her ear. “I’ll keep it quick so I don’t break down and punch him.”

–Respectable–

“Basically, I was talking to Gunther about maybe taking the squad to the tavern one evening, and somehow that turned into a conversation about relationships and he asked me about Oluo and what was going on with us so I answered truthfully and said, ‘oh we’re actually just starting to realise we like each other’ and he said, ‘huh that’s weird because I swear Oluo was comparing you to his mother the other day’ and I was like, ‘what do you mean?’ and he said that apparently Oluo thinks I’m constantly nagging him, always on his back for one thing or another.

“I chastise him for, like, being rude and stuff and I’m just, like, ‘well, why are you with me then’, you know? Like, you knew I was like this, you knew I don’t really take any shit and stuff, so why did you ask me out?”

That was a lot more than you were bargaining for. Though, you failed to stop yourself from gaping.

Petra sighed again. “Yeah, I know. What’s more is that he doesn’t even know I know. Like he thinks I’m just on my period and, like, acting funny because of hormones and stuff. Like he hasn’t even considered that maybe he’s just behaved like an ass and I’ve found out.

“At the end of the day, he’s still my teammate and this isn’t going to affect how efficiently we work together in the squad but, like, that doesn’t mean I'm not going to go extra harsh on him when sparring. If he wants me to be a bitch, like, I’ll be a fucking bitch, you know what I’m saying?”

You placed your hands on her shoulders to steady her, attempting to stop her from getting too fired up. “I mean, don’t people say men tend to go for women who remind them of their mothers? Maybe he was only mentioning the parts of his mother that, like, piss him off because he’s an ass.

“Think about it: Is Oluo the type of guy to honestly gush about the person he likes? Because if you ask me, he’s got a stick so far up his ass, he’s like a puppet. He’s not about to go and tell the guys that maybe he actually likes it when you make sure he’s eaten and put him in his place cuz that would seem like he’s some kind of lovestruck fool,” you tried to explain, though she looked like she wasn’t having any of it.

“Look, Levi’s going to change up partners. Let me know who you want to be with and I can suggest pairings,”

Petra raised a brow. “‘Levi’? Since when were you on a first name basis with the Captain?”

You looked away, swiping your tongue over the front of your teeth in faux irritation.

She laughed lightly, and she knew she was just teasing you. “If Eld’s free, I wouldn’t mind being paired up with him, honestly. I could do with a laugh.”

Nodding once, you turned away to put in a good word for her with Levi, who you knew had been watching that entire time.

You widen your eyes at him, blowing out a grimacing breath as you walk over. He seemed to have somewhat calmed down from before.

“The fuck was that about?” he asked quietly, glancing at Petra one more time before his entire focus was on you.

“Not eavesdropping this time?” You all but smirked at him, and he sent you a look in return.

“No, because when you tell me to stop doing something, I actually stop.”

You snorted in amusement, folding your arms and looking to where the rest of your squad had gathered, noting the sizable distance Petra had set between her and Oluo.

“Oluo’s been an asshole basically. You know about them, right?” Levi nodded in confirmation, and you continued, “Apparently he kept comparing her to his mother or some shit and she heard about it through Gunther, who can’t keep a secret to save his life.

“It won’t affect their coordination with each other, but best keep them separate for now until they either reconcile or she kills him.”

“Unprofessional, but whatever.”

You blinked. “But bonding with and fucking your Second-in-Command is totally professional?”

Levi tensed his jaw, refusing to acknowledge the heat rising to his cheeks. “That’s different.”

“Is it now?”

“Yes.”

You laughed quietly, brushing your hand against his—as small a gesture as you could manage to get away with when in the line of sight of your squad.

You still felt his small shiver at your touch, and suddenly it was impossible to take your eyes from his.

–Look away,– he pleaded down the bond.

–Why?–

–Because I’m going to kiss you if you don’t.–

That had you looking away and taking a deep breath. How the fuck were you supposed to spar with him when you could barely look at each other for five seconds without feeling the overwhelming urge to clash your lips onto his? This was torture of the worst kind.

“Break is almost over. I hope you’re not expecting me to go easy on you just because I can feel every blow I land.” Levi threw you a cocky smirk, and every instinct in your body was telling you to wipe it from his face.

“Whatever you say, Ackerman.”

He would never admit it, but he genuinely loved it when you called him by his last name. It sparked something surprisingly playful in him, something he hadn’t felt until he’d met you. It sent his heart blooming to know this feeling would always be associated with you.

“Oh, but pair Petra with Eld this time. Despite enjoying beating the shit out of Oluo, she genuinely can’t stand to look at his face anymore.”

He had to actively stifle his smile when calling out to the rest of the group; “Break’s over! New pairings, Gunther you’re with Oluo. Petra, pair up with Eld.”

The redhead threw a grateful glance your way, though Eld looked at you as if you’d just betrayed him to his worst enemy. A hand dramatically placed on his chest, his mouth agape.

You laughed at his display.

He sent you a cheeky wink in return, before turning his attention to Petra. Whatever conversation they jumped into, it looked a lot more low-key than the one you just had with her not five minutes prior.

“Well, if it wasn’t obvious before, it is now. Although I guess this could just be taken for—!” You yelped in surprise, barely managing to snap your head backwards and avoid his leg sweeping just over your nose. You stepped back nimbly, about to chastise him before you feinted to the left, avoiding yet another sudden attack.

Okay. You could play dirty, too.

Raising your fists, you parried, dodged and manoeuvred around his flurry of blows. It was only until there was a brief lull in the combat did you realise why you were able to avoid his strikes so effortlessly.

You could predict them. The slightest buzz around the area of potential contact alerted you to each blow, giving you those extra split seconds to plan, execute, and follow through.

Sweat dripping down your temple. You watched his every move like a hawk, forming your own attack plan.

Levi couldn’t tell if he was impressed or frustrated; every single one of those blows should have landed. It wasn’t that he wanted to hurt you, of course not, but you reacted with such insane speed it was hard not to get slightly irritated. Every connecting impact he anticipated never followed through, and it was becoming more and more apparent that there was something else at play here.

It clicked when you lunged forward with a sweeping kick to the side of his head. The slight buzzing pulse seconds before the impact alerted him to the immediate danger. Raising his forearms, he blocked the surprisingly vicious swipe, absorbing the impact before backstepping.

“You’re cheating.” There was no other word for it, not as you started to square up to him again.

“How am I cheating? Clearly you can feel it as well. Just gotta try a little harder.”

You winked. You fucking winked at him.

Whether or not you knew you were riling him up was beyond his realm of understanding. Levi blew out a breath, releasing the tension in his shoulders, before levelling you with a steely glare.

One you returned before leaping back into an impossible duet of punches, kicks, lunges and blocks.

It was a spectacle. Like two dancers locked in a forever tango, the rest of your squad started to break away from their own sparring partners to observe. A loose, wide-eyed circle gathered around the two of you, though too concentrated on each other to notice. Sliding low to the right, avoiding another jabbing kick, you reached out to snag his ankle.

Levi felt the anticipation and sidestepped, aiming another kick for your side.

You rolled backwards, using your momentum to flip back to your feet.

This was never going to end at this rate, dodging and feinting wasn’t getting anywhere, so you switched up your tactics.

The next punch Levi aimed, you locked your arm around his elbow and hooked your knee around his leg. Surprise shocked his system as you used his weight and momentum against him. Falling was inevitable, he realised that, but if he was going down, you sure as shit were going down with him.

Using your lock, Levi secured your hold on him, and realisation flashed in your eyes.

–Oh, fuck you.–

It took all his strength not to laugh as the world flipped upside-down quicker than he was expecting, but not too quick that he wasn’t able to loosen your footing with a hard kick to the back of your other knee.

Falling onto his front would have been a major disadvantage, so Levi used that extra push to land on his back, the wind knocked from his lungs twice over as you landed seconds after him.

He thought there was a mutual understanding that, for a second, you could both catch your breath.

Within the next minute, he realised that the understanding wasn’t mutual at all—not when your knee pressed into his sternum, hands gripping his wrists either side of his head with a strength he had no idea you possessed. Your face, now half caked in dust and dirt, lowered until it was inches from his own.

You wanted to kiss him.

“Thought you weren’t going to go easy on me?”

This feeling of helplessness towards you was becoming addictive; the feeling of being completely at your mercy, without a damn thing he could do about it was unbelievably liberating. You could render him utterly blank with naught but a few words, or a single action.

The urge to lean up and press his lips to yours was overwhelming.

“Who said anything about going easy?”

You had all of two seconds to comprehend what that meant before the sole of his boot pushed against your side. You’d forgotten just how flexible he was –a deadly error– because within those two seconds the positions switched completely. The back of your head hit dirt as you now stared up at your partner, sweat slicked visage framed by the clouded blue sky beyond.

Oh, you were definitely painting this later.

–I look that good like this, huh?–

–...You were not supposed to hear that.–

His grip relaxed to a gentle hold on your arms, the knee that was previously positioned on your breast-bone moved to beside your waist. An incredibly familiar position for both of you.

“So, wait… who won?”

You were both broken from your reveries by Gunther’s voice. You hadn’t even realised one person was watching, let alone your entire squad.

“I think this one was a draw…”

Eld’s drawl had heat spreading across your cheeks, strangely missing Levi’s presence as he removed himself from your lap, trying his best to pass off the obvious blush as just rosy exertion. You took his extended hand, pulling yourself to your feet with his help.

Everything hurt all of a sudden, but nothing hurt more than the desperate pounding of your cunt.

A quick glance down at your partner told you this one wasn’t your fault.

“Training’s over. Clean up and take the afternoon off.”

He didn’t take his eyes from you. That burning gaze filled with nothing but heated lust. It seemed your physical break wouldn’t start for a while.

It took all of two seconds for Levi to pick you up and pin you against the shower wall, his teeth tearing at your lips, rough hands groping at your thighs already tightly wrapped around his hips.

You sucked on his tongue and he released a long, needy groan into your mouth as your hand idly fiddled with the shower pressure, drenching you both in warm water and washing away the sweat and dust from the morning.

Levi didn’t know how he’d lasted so long whilst being so close to you. His hands on your body, your face so close to his, it took all of his strength not to pounce on you in the session.

“Levi…” you breathed his name as he trailed biting kisses down your neck, reigniting the faded green bruises from the night before, suckling the rouge back into your skin.

You squirmed against him, grinding your hips into his raging cock, gasping as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, circling the sensitive bud with his tongue.

His moan vibrated into your chest, and you mewled as you rolled his own between your thumb and forefinger.

Trailing back up your throat, Levi recaptured your lips, thrusting his hips against your heat.

You were as wet as he was hard, water barely keeping up with washing away your slick as his fingers skirted down your front to where you were desperately bucking against him, his mouth falling open with a pitched whine when his fingers brushed over your pounding clit.

Your brows pinched, unable to take your eyes from his as his fingertips rubbed you perfectly, catching your hooded nub with every swipe.

Levi’s tip pulsed clear fluid along with your pleasure, the echo between you getting stronger and louder until it felt like he was just teasing his cock with his own hand, panting heavily against your cheek. He ached to be inside you. Every fibre of his body alight with the anticipation of feeling your walls around him again.

He was addicted to you. Addicted to this. This feeling of complete worship he could give you. It felt so fucking good to make you feel good. He’d wanted to for so long.

“J-Just fuck me a-aah! Already! Stop messing around… Cock. In. Now.” You punctuated your words with three blinding thrusts against him.

You reached down before his next teasing rock of his hips, aligning him with your soaking walls and savouring the delicious stretch when he thrust forward again.

Taken by surprise, Levi’s mouth dropped open with a slew of carnal groans, cursing under his breath as he adjusted to the feeling of your scorching silk.

He held you firmly as you squirmed in his grip, making vague attempts at getting him to move. Each of which were extremely successful everytime his tip caught your g-spot and pleasure cascaded through his veins.

It took far too long –in your opinion– for him to actually start moving, your brain having already melted by the time he pulled out and steadily pushed back in, drawing a long, pitched whine from your throat.

His cock throbbed with each draw back, shivering with ecstasy as his pulsing vein dragged against your soft, tight cunt. The sound of the shower barely drowned out your shared sounds of bliss, panting into each other’s mouths like animals in heat.

Levi threw his head back, gritting his teeth when your fingers clamped down on his nipple again, his length surging inside you as he had to slow his increasing pace, simply to last longer than two seconds.

It was your prime opportunity to attack his neck with your teeth, nibbling lightly on his sensitive pulse point. You didn’t want to leave a mark. Well, you did, but for the sake of saving grace, you kept your bites light against his skin. Though the second you ventured below the collar line of his shirt, you no longer restrained yourself.

“Fuck! Y-yeah, ngh– shit…! Always… always feel s-so fucking–! Good!” His mindless babbling dissolved into incoherent simmering as you suckled against his collarbone, whimpering against his flushed skin when his pace picked up again, thrusting mercilessly against your bundle of pleasure.

Your nails dug crescents into his back, dragging lines of fire down either side of his spine as you abandoned his chest in favour of simply taking in oxygen.

“L-Levi! Gonna… gonna cum! Do-ah’’nghahaah! Don’t s-stop! P-please, fuck Levi please! So close, ‘m s-so fucking close!”

Heat accumulated at the apex of your thighs, the coil in your gut tightening and tightening before Levi bit down against your neck, and everything snapped.

Your thighs shook around his waist, silky walls holding him in a vice grip as you throbbed and convulsed through your high. Every desperate gasp for breath accompanied by a high-pitched moan. Your heels dug into his lower back, keeping him close as you clung to him tight.

Levi’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt your orgasm as his own, heavy balls twitching as he released his pent up tension into your waiting cunt. Rope after rope of ivory painted your walls as he lost control of his hips, barely able to hump deeper into your pussy with the tight hold you gripped him in.

A gravelly, drawn-out wail fanned your neck, your ear tingling with his completion.

With the last twitches of his cock, you held each other as you simultaneously came down, breathing heavily within the now steamed shower block. Your forehead pressed to his, sweat and fluids combining with the raining water.

Your hand came up to thread through the back of his wet hair, gently angling his head so you could easily access his lips.

Smiling against your mouth, Levi slowly pulled out, letting the streams run down your body and wash away any remnants of the mess on your thighs. He adored the slow, languid kisses after the whirlwind sex with you, bringing his heartrate and head back down from the clouds and grounding him with your slick tongue.

To be so spellbound by you, to be so completely wrapped around your finger, it was a feeling like no other.

“Mmm, ‘needed that,” you murmured, pulling back to actually start the process of showering.

Levi chuckled, snatching the bar of soap from the side, his bar of soap, before you could reach it.

You gave him a look of ‘seriously?’ until he turned you around, and started to lather up your back. You couldn’t say it was unwelcome, your muscles having seized up both from training and fucking. Your shoulders tense and riddled with knots, you sighed contently as his thumbs dug through the muscle, easing the painfully packed tissue.

“I think ‘need’ is a bit strong, in light of recent events,” you snorted in amusement, and he felt you relax completely into his touch, the back of your head resting atop his shoulder.

It was strange, though. As much as he could feel your pain, your pleasure, and everything in between, there was no effect on his own tense muscles as he kneaded yours. No such relief as he moved down your back. This would, admittedly, be much easier if you were lying down, but he was honestly just using it as an excuse to keep his hands on you. Not that he needed one, he just felt more justified in himself if he had one.

“Out of interest, was you sex drive always this high?”

Levi wondered when questions such as these became commonplace enough between you two that he was no longer flustered by them. Sure, you’d both been fairly open with each other even before bonding, but never to this extent.

“Not even close. So it’s completely your fault.”

You gaped lazily, too relaxed to even pretend properly. “If I wasn’t enjoying this so much I’d push you out the shower,”

“No you wouldn’t.”

You sighed through your nose in defeat. “No. I wouldn’t.”

“What about yours? Have you always been so insatiable?” he asked with a small smirk, hands travelling back up to the nape of your neck to massage slow circles.

“Not like this. So I guess it’s your fault, too.”

Levi didn’t need to be looking at you to know you were talking through a cheeky grin, the one he loved so damn much.

His hands lathered soap in the limp, soggy strands of your hair, washing away the dirt and grime from the sparring practice.

“I still can’t believe you just threw me to the ground like that,” you grumbled tiredly, leaning back into his soothing caresses as he took the showerhead from the wall and hosed down your soapy hair.

“‘Ever heard of the phrase: pot kettle black?’”

Levi dodged your swatting hand as he mocked your words from the other day, placating you with a kiss to your head.

You had half the mind to headbutt him.

“I’m allowed to. I’m not Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. You just so happen to hold that title.” You turned round, taking the showerhead and placing it back on the wall.

You briefly regarded him tenderly, eyes flitting to the various scars and marks about his body. Most of the marks were from you, but those scars…

“I’m fine.”

You didn’t know you needed reassuring until he said it. Until his placating tones wormed their way through your worry and into your heart.

Instead of saying anything, you slowly leaned down to a prominent, jagged scar on the left side of his chest, and pressed a kiss to the smoother, raised skin. Water parted around your lips briefly before you pulled back again, glancing up to his awestruck expression.

“Sorry, I didn’t—”

He cut you off by taking your hands in his own, lifting them to his chin and brushing his lips over the various scars upon your palms.

You looked away bashfully, shivering slightly despite the warmth of the water.

“Don’t apologise,” he murmured against your hands, dropping them only to cup your jaw and capture your lips in a fleeting kiss.

You barely managed to regain your composure before manoeuvring him beneath the water flow. He didn’t realise you intended to do the exact same thing as he had done for you until you turned him to face away from you, and you lathered your hands in soap.

It was at this moment Levi decided you must be some kind of ancient witch. The second your hands touched his marked up back, he swore he melted, his muscles turning molten in your palms.

“Walls ‘Vi, when was the last time you got your back seen to?” you asked, digging your palms into a particularly stiff knot just left of his spine.

Levi hissed, feeling the release in his muscles as you worked in a circular motion. “Can’t remember. Never had the time.” He could only answer with short sentences whilst you switched from your palm to your elbow, managing to dig through the hardened tissue. “I just take hot showers. Does the job.”

“Clearly not, I feel like I’m trying to break through the damned Walls here, fucking hell.”

It was that tone of concern that made him feel a little guilty. Worrying you was never his intention. Ever. But looking after himself properly was never his strongest suit. He would always forget something or other, or just settle for whatever caused the least trouble.

“Shame you’re not the Armoured,”

“Don’t even joke about that.” Levi smirked against the audible battle with your own smile, hearing straining amusement trying to escape your self control. A losing battle, from the sounds of it.

Your fingers thread back through his hair, mussing up the obsidian locks and coating them with the foamy white soap. His accidental groan pulled at your lips, and you all but held the entire weight of his head as it dropped back into your hands.

You slowed your movements, scrunching the longer strands of hair in your soapy fists.

It was excessive, you knew it was, but you couldn’t help yourself. Not when he was so obviously enjoying it. Your arm was reluctant when you reached forward for the showerhead to rinse through his hair, though you kept up the soothing strokes even when the last of the soap had been washed away.

The similarities between him and a cat were uncanny. Especially the way he leant into your gentle scratches to his undercut.

For how long you held him like that, your front pressed against his back, hands in his hair, you wouldn’t have been able to tell. It was only when the water started to naturally cool down did you start to move, and with a sharp turn of the dial, the water shut off.

It was sort of a wake-up call for Levi, who swore he’d almost fallen asleep standing thanks to your hands.

He turned his head, greeting your soft smile with one of his own. He tucked a strand of loose wet hair back from in front of your eyes, brushing his knuckle against the edge of your jaw.

It was moments like these. Quiet, unspoken adoration that made his heart sing. Had his soul dancing with yours. An intertwined waltz between kindred spirits.

Fuck, you were beautiful.

–Why thank you.– Your smirk told him everything he needed to know.

Levi rolled his eyes, contrasting the slight blush dusting his cheeks. Now he understood how he’d heard you earlier. Kind of.

“Shut up.”

“I technically didn’t say anything.”

He threw you a look and you giggled wickedly, finally stepping from the shower block to retrieve your clothes and get on with the rest of your day. Though it seemed your partner had other ideas, made obvious by the way he stepped out after you, only to wrap his arms around your waist.

Levi pressed a kiss to your damp shoulder, unwilling to release you from his embrace quite yet, his hold strengthening as you attempted to pull away and collect your filthy clothes.

“Leave them with me, I need to do a wash anyway.”

“I wonder why,” you sniggered, and he huffed into your neck.

Your arms held his around your waist, savouring the warmth he brought after stepping out of the steamed shower. You don’t know why you did it, but you started to sway in his arms, just a gentle rocking side to side.

And to your surprise, he joined you. You stood there, slowly swaying to a silent melody only you could hear.

“What did you have planned for the afternoon?” Levi asked, finally removing his arms around you and retrieving the two towels he barely managed to remember to bring.

Wrapping one around his waist, he handed you the other. Even this kind of domesticity was thrilling.

“I was thinking about going on a ride honestly, maybe start on that painting.”

If Levi could bottle your smile, he would without a second thought.

“You’re actually going to do that?”

“I’m thinking about it.”

“Want some company?”

You turned round with a grin, hooking your arms around his neck after securing your towel. His hands instantly dropped to your waist.

“A romantic ride to bathe in the dappled sunlight of the forest after a steamy shower? You really have read Frederik and Jules haven’t you?”

He gave your side a squeeze, reacting with a small jolt. He really had to remember that he would feel it himself.

“You really love bringing that up don’t you?”

The question was rhetorical, but of course you were going to answer anyway. “How could I not? The tough, stony Captain Levi having a soft spot for romance novels? That’s poetry in and of itself.”

He pulled your face into his chest to shut you up, his arms tightening around your head in an attempt to stifle your mad giggling.

“You’re a fucking menace,” he muttered over his own chuckling amusement. It was weird to be so seen. To feel so open. To not cringe away from the raw vulnerability of knowledge.

Because you knew everything about him, and still chose to love him. Still chose to share a bed with him, to hold him and kiss him. You opened your heart to him, and he gave you his in return. And he knew without a doubt, even without the bond, he would still love you like this.

You started to muffle something into his skin, and though your hot breath was pleasant against him, he pulled back to allow you room to speak. “What did you say?”

“I was asking if you were gonna get hard everytime we spar together.”

You didn’t bother trying to dodge the pile of clothes flying toward your face, allowing them to fall at your feet after having the desired effect he was looking for.

Though nothing dampened your crooked grin. “You’re so easy.”

Levi snatched up the clothes from your feet, glaring at you as he did. “If you keep pinning my fucking wrists, then yeah.”

“Interesting.”

“Weren’t you the one going to paint me towering over you?”

If only he hadn’t sounded so flustered when he said that, it would have been a pretty solid comeback.

“Would you like me to?”

“Tch, do what you want.” He could do nothing to tame the furious heat in his face. So much for not getting flustered anymore. Fuck’s sake.

Folding the pile of clothes under his arm, he made a mental note to gather the rest from your shared room before heading out to wash them. “Give me roughly an hour or so and we’ll head out, sound good to you?” he asked over his shoulder, only pausing when you didn’t respond to find you gazing at him. “What?”

“Nothing, I just…” –I love you.–

Levi rolled his eyes to stop himself from beaming wildly. “Tch…” –I love you too.–

Your smile really was worth all the gold in the world.

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hyuwunjinie · 9 months

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Blood in the Snow (pt.2)

Characters: Hyunjin x afab reader (ft other skz members)

Genre/warnings: Royalty AU, Arranged Marriage to Lovers, Romance, Smut, Angst & Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual pining, Toxic Parents, Misogyny (Period accurate)

Explicit sexual content. This work portrays elements/themes that may be triggering, proceed with caution. Minors DNI.

Word count: 1,479

Summary: You thought you were engaged for eternity, destined to live your princess' dreams in a grand castle. But the moment you close your eyes, all you can see is the blood in the snow.

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“My Ladies ! We have reached our destination.”

Your semblance of shared peace was disturbed by your handmaid who had knocked gently on the carriage door, and a looming sense of dread filled the pit of your stomach.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” you murmured to your mother’s ear.

“Y/n. I know this is difficult. I’ve been here before and I feel your pain. But this is normal, and all young girls go through this step once in their life. You will be okay, like I have been.” She reassured you at the best of her ability. “Now, now, Let’s meet that Hyunjin boy, alright ?”

You chuckled childishly. It wasn’t often your mother indulged in more familiar language, and it always made you laugh to hear her talk like this, because you knew she did it to calm you. And it worked. Your mother was obviously your parent, but she often felt like a close friend to you and you were glad to have that close bond with her.

“Alright, mother… you have to let me go now, or else my hair will be all messed up !”

She held you closely a few seconds more, before releasing you and kissing both of your cheeks.

“You’re my gorgeous, wonderful and smart daughter. Now, go steal his heart.”

And she left you, leaving the carriage first with the help of the handmaid. Suddenly very aware of your appearance, you made sure any wrinkles of your dress was flattened, and that your makeup didn’t run around your eyes. Counting to three in your head, you opened the door, and was met with the biting cold of the wind as your handmaid helped you get down the steps. A distinctive crunchy sound startled you. It was the first time you stepped in snow. The white mantle was only a few centimeters tall over the ground, but you found the noise extremely satisfying. You decided you liked winter in the North.

Shielding you from the wind, your maids escorted you towards the front door. The Hwang manor was tall and imposing. Dark marble pillars and grand windows, the estate was bigger than what you could ever imagine. It must be at least three times the size of your parents’, you thought. Around you and as far as you could see, the landscape was covered in white. You barely had time to take in the sights, though, as the cold reminded you, and you made a beeline for the small salon dedicated to greet the guests.

“This is such a delight to finally meet you, Lord and Lady y/f/n.” A stranger’s voice resonated behind you.

You turned around, to see your parents making a curtsy before who you guessed were the two estate owners, Lord and Lady Hwang. A small push on your back from your handmaid prompted you forward, and you joined your parents in their curtsy.

“And if this isn’t Lady y/n ! This is an honor to receive you all under our roof, please, be at home here.”

“The honor is ours, My Lords.” your parents said simultaneously.

You waited until your parents got up before following them, and sported your best polite smile as you took the time to look at your hosts.

Lord Hwang was tall, taller than your father, for sure. He has pinkish cheeks, and a smiling face enticing everyone to listen to his words. His posture seemed relaxed and open. A stark contrast with Lady Hwang, who, you realised, had been staring at you intently ever since you entered the room. Eyeing you from head to toe, she was gauging you.

You felt it difficult to concentrate over your parents and Lord Hwang’s words with her gaze locked into yours. You decided to break eye contact first, disturbed by this display. This seemed to please Lady Hwang, as you could see a small smile etched on her lips as she greeted your parents herself.

“We hope you’ve had an uneventful journey ? The road can be tricky and troublesome.” She spoke in a calm and collected manner, joining her hands on her front.

“We did, my Lady. Your estate is a sight to behold with all this snow !” Your mother answered, cheerful.

“You must be exhausted, let’s discuss business after dinner, shall we ?” Lord Hwang suggested while the handmaids and butlers were busy bringing all the pieces of luggage to your family’s quarters. “Miss Ahri, could you bring Lady y/n to the library ?” He continued. “There’s someone she’s ought to see.”

The pit of dread at the bottom of your stomach reignited, and you could feel the stress and adrenaline coursing through your whole body. Finally. You have been waiting for this moment ever since you were born. Seventeen years of waiting. Seventeen years of letters for this instant.

You followed Ahri -headmistress of the estate, you learned from your mother’s lessons- through another corridor, passing by several halls and rooms that were unknown to you. The tapestries were refined with rich colors and details, and the whole mansion was lit with gorgeous candlelights.

“You needn’t worry, my Lady. Young Lord Hyunjin is a kind soul, albeit a little timid. I’m sure he will like you.” Ahri spoke in a shy voice, eyes still facing forward.

“... Thank you, Ahri. That’s nice to hear. I hope you and I will form a close partnership.” You said in a formal voice. She chuckled lightly.

“I’m sure we will, my Lady. But if the advice of a headmistress is of any value to you, you should focus on yourself, today.” She added, a glint of amusement in her eyes.

Ahri was a gorgeous woman in her thirties. Her hair was tied up in an intricate bun and she sported a fine handmaid dress, made from good and rich fabric. The small marks of age added a certain charm to her demeanor and you felt completely at ease in her presence.

You barely noticed that you had already stopped walking and reached your destination. Standing in front of the double door. You took a deep breath, trying to ease your nerves. Ahri looked at you, waiting for your call, and when you felt finally ready, you nodded, signaling her that she could proceed.

She knocked lightly on the door, and a stuffed voice answered positively from behind the door. Turning the handle, you almost forgot the release your breath and you took in the sight of the library as Ahri opened the door for you, holding it patiently.

One, two steps inside, and you were in awe in front of the marvel of knowledge resting in front of you. Meters of shelves going up, covering two floors completely, and a wonderfully tall window that brought in enough light to illuminate the whole room. Various plants and trinkets adorned the tables buried under piles and stacks of tomes.

It didn’t took you long to notice the figure standing on the right, basking under the golden light of the sun, sitting on what seemed an especially comfortable couch. His long, black hair made a nice contrast with the white shirt he was wearing. Hyunjin was reading, and it took everything in you to not speak up.

“Yes ?” He questionned lazily.

Ahri cleared her throat, and Hyunjin was probably expecting anyone else but you considering the surprised face he made when he turned his head around. dark almond eyes and slightly parted full lips looked at you in disbelief, if only for a second before he stood up, making his book fall on the ground, and made a curtsy to salute you.

“L- Lady y/n ! It- It’s- a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Oh, and he was blushing now, probably embarrassed by his previous display. You were no better, though. You had since then put your hands in your back to stop fidgeting incessantly, and this dress was becoming way too stifling.

“That pleasure is shared, Lord Hyunjin.” You made a curtsy as well, your doe eyes looking up to him slightly.

Picking up his book and holding it close, he approached you closer, taking in the sight of you.

“It’s nice to finally be able to see you, not just, the idea of you. I hope you’ve enjoyed my letters, all this time.” He murmured.

“I did, Hyun- I can call you Hyunjin, right ?”

“Of course you can… y/n.”

“To answer you, I did enjoy them. I hope you’ve been enjoying mine. And that the dried flowers weren’t a bother.” You chuckled, kinda embarrassed to have that conversation in front of Ahri whom you just met.

Hyunjin didn’t answer directly. Instead, he took his book and showed you the title. Languages of Flowers of the garden. He opened it, and you gasped silently at the sight in front of you. Used as a bookmark, was a dried sunflower.

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minbin2000 · 8 months

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a day at the races (changbin)

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pov: gn!reader x changbin

series: the season of 1800 (skz royal au)

word count: 2,074

genre: fluff, romance, historical, royalty au, sfw

warnings: none

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Horse races were not a popular sport in the country you came from. Sure, horses were used for transportation, either with a wagon or simply by riding on their backs; but racing? You had never heard of such a thing.

When Changbin, the Viscount of Hampden, showed up at the door to your family home with a bouquet of daisies and an invitation to the races, you could simply not decline. You had met Changbin briefly at the ball on the first night of the season. You remembered his cheery smile before you could think of his name when he knocked on your door a few days ago.

You grin at your reflection in the mirror. You are wearing a pale pink dress made of light fabrics that are well suited for the unusually warm day. The layers drape on your figure perfectly while allowing room for movement. You slip on a pair of fashionable white boots, similar to those of the equestrians you and Changbin will be seeing that day. You button up the countless buttons and lace the white strings through the loops, tightening them around the middle of your shins. Lastly, a maid hands you an extravagant, frilly hat. Its wide, lacy brim circles around your head, designed to shield your face from the sun. A small part of you thinks the hat is a little excessive, but you do have to admit that it compliments your dress perfectly.

Your pointed-toe boots click on the wooden floors of your family’s home as you make your way to the parlor. You sip on some water while waiting for Changbin to arrive. Only a few minutes after you had sat down, a soft knock on the door interrupted the quiet in the house. You jump a bit, excited and nervous for the day ahead. A butler opens the door and you hear Changbin introduce himself to the butler.

You walk to the foyer of your home, adjusting your large hat before coming into view. The Viscount smiles when he sees you; the bright smile you remember from the ball.

“My Lord,” you greet him politely, slightly bowing your head, making sure your hat doesn’t slip off your head.

“It is great to see you again, y/n,” he replies. “Shall we?” Changbin extends his muscular arm to you. You accept his gesture and walk down the stone path in your front yard to his carriage waiting in the road. A footman opens the door for you and Changbin. The Viscount holds your hand as he helps you into the carriage. You adjust your skirts as he climbs in after you. The footman closes the door and begins to steer the carriage in the direction of the races.

“Have you been to the races before?” Changbin asks, his voice chipper and full of excitement. You shake your head.

“We don’t have horse races in my country,” you tell him. His eyes widened a bit with curiosity.

“I’m sure you will enjoy it,” he replies. “My family has our best horse racing today. Personally, I think she can beat every other horse by a long shot.” He laughs, and you smile. You remember Changbin telling you about his family’s specialty in equestrian affairs.

“How long has your family owned race horses?”

“As long as we have been in Hampden. Centuries, at least,” he replies. You nod, astonished that he knows so much about his family’s background. “Oh, and look y/n! We are almost there,” Changbin says, beckoning for you to look out of his window.

You lean over a bit, embarrassed to be in such close proximity to him when you have only spoken a few times prior. Outside of the window, you see pristine lines of white stables. Horses and their riders move around the area, warming up for the race. The carriage takes you and Changbin to the side of the track, which is surrounded by sets of bleachers. You giggle when you see the hats of some of the other patrons.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, smirking as he reaches his hand to you, helping you from his carriage.

“These hats,” you say, stepping onto the dry dirt. You pat the lace on the brim of your hat. “They are a little extravagant, don’t you think?” Changbin chuckles and looks around at the hats of the other attendees.

“Honestly, yes,” he whispers, leaning in closer to you. He eyes a woman who passes by wearing a bright yellow hat decorated with feathers. “Just wait until you see my mother’s,” he grins. You stifle a laugh, wondering just what this hat will look like.

Changbin loops his arm through yours and walks you down a dirt path. Many people greet him as he passes by. He kindly greets everyone, making jokes with some other young men his age about their bets on the horse that will win. He laughs at their jokes, his laugh sounding like a melody to your ears.

You stand by his side as he introduces you to his friends. Everyone welcomes you to their kingdom with kindness. You bow respectfully to each person you meet, unsure of the proper etiquette when greeting others in your father’s country.

Eventually, you and Changbin make your way to the tallest set of bleachers. He leads you to his family, who is sitting in a special, boxed area away from the other patrons. Your heart begins to beat rapidly, realizing that his family must get to sit in such a place for a reason. You feel unworthy of sitting in such luxurious seating on your first time at the races.

Changbin introduces to you his mother and father who excitedly welcome you to the races. You glance at Changbin with a knowing look after gawking at his mothers ruby red hat adorned with jewels, feathers, and various other decorations. He winks at you, and invites you to sit on a bench in front of his parents, next to his older sister and her husband.

You chat with his family as you wait for the races to begin. You find out that his family owns the arena and stables, which greatly impresses you. You tell them that you have never been to a horse race before, to which you are reassured that it is the most exciting sport one can attend.

Soon, the horses begin lining up at the starting line. Changbin explains every detail of the process to you. You nod and listen attentively, interested in learning more about the sport. His excitement makes you smile. You learn that Changbin himself trained Moonlight, the stunning, ivory-white horse that his family chose to compete for them. He answers the many questions you ask him about training her with detailed answers.

“Look to your right,” Changbin says at a pause in your conversation, discreetly pointing to the other side of you. You turn your head, feeling the weight of your hat on your head. Your eyes widen when you see the exquisitely dressed people sitting in another box similar to the one you are in. You snap your head back to Changbin.

“Is that the… royal family?” You sharply whisper, looking him in the eyes. He nods, grinning at someone on the other side of you. Your face pales when you realize how close you are sitting to them. You make sure not to move your eyes in the direction of the royal family, fearful of having to speak with them. Your mind reels with possibilities of the mistakes you could make in front of them.

Luckily, the races begin and distract you from your nervousness. The horses make a mad dash when the sound of a gunshot signals the beginning of the race. The patrons in the crowd cheer as their chosen horse runs past its competitors. Other patrons sigh in defeat when the horse they bet on falls behind. The horse Changbin’s family owns makes her way to the front of the line with swift leaps.

“Yes! Yes, Moonlight!” Changbin jumps out of his seat and cheers when she passes by a spotted horse. The jockey riding the horse tightly grips the reins as they round the tight corners of the track with precision. You find his excitement contagious and stand beside him, cheering on Moonlight. He claps his hands and turns to you, grinning from ear to ear. You return his kind smile, both of your eyes twinkling in the warm afternoon sunlight.

You begin to understand the inner workings of the horse races as you watch more competitions progress through the afternoon. You and Changbin animatedly talk through the races, placing friendly bets that you always end up losing. His family’s horse wins three more races, losing a fourth. Changbin smiles softly and shrugs.

“You can’t win everything,” he comments. You nod, exhausted from the long afternoon in the beating sun. “Would you like to see the stables?” he asks. You instantly perk up.

“Yes, of course,” you accept. You bid goodbye to Changbin’s family and walk down the stairs of the bleachers. Changbin is congratulated by many people as you both make your way to the stables. You shield your eyes from the sun as you smile to the people who speak with him, recognizing many from the ball and those who introduced themselves to you earlier.

After pushing through the large crowd with Changbin, you finally arrive at one of the painted, white stables. He leads you into the stall at the end of the building, where you see Moonlight grazing on some hay. A stableboy is brushing through her long, white mane. Changbin greets him by name, and the stableboy hands the brush to him. You stand a distance away from the horse, a little frightened by her intense stare at you.

“Y/n?” Changbin says softly, continuing to brush the horse’s mane. “You can come and brush her, if you’d like.” He pushes a piece of dark, black hair from his face. You hesitate, but Changbin beckons you to come closer.

You step slowly, going to his side. He shows you how to gently brush Moonlight’s mane. You take the brush from him, your hands quivering as you nervously run the brush through her white hair. Moonlight whinneys in approval, making you yelp with surprise. Changbin bursts out laughing, and you shoot him a playful warning glance. He grins back at you as you begin to brush again. Your fear quickly dissipates as the soft movements of the brush cool your nerves. Changbin stands beside you, running another brush down the horses’ back to clean her fur.

After spending some time in the stables, you come to really like Moonlight. You feed her an apple from the palm of your hand, and you and Changbin giggle as she eats it in one bite. Though she scared you at first, you learn that Moonlight is very gentle. Changbin tells you she would never hurt a soul, which makes you smile, because you can see the same trait in him.

You wave goodbye to Moonlight as Changbin escorts you back to his carriage. You ride through the streets of the city along the river that cuts it in half. Changbin tells you about how he learned to ride horses, making you laugh with stories of how he consistently fell in his early days. He tells you how training Moonlight made her feel like one of his best friends. You had never realized what deep connections people could have with their horses, and Changbin’s obvious joy let you know that this was indeed true.

The carriage ride abruptly came to an end when you reached the front doors of your home. Though you were exhausted, you were sad that the day had come to an end. Changbin opened the carriage door and helped you down as you held your skirts.

“If there is another race again soon, I would love to attend with you again, Changbin,” you tell him, looking in his joyful gaze. He nods.

“And I would love to attend with you, y/n. Thank you for coming today,” he replies. You thank him again for inviting you and bid him farewell as he climbs into the carriage. With a happy heart, you enter your home and retire for the evening, still buzzing off the excitement of the horse races and your time spent with the Viscount.

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Cocaine Colored Wedding Dress // Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Older by 5SOS, Sierra Deaton. Today is your day. Both of yours. The day you get married to Christopher Bang.

Tags: Marriage, Fuff, Skz!Bestmen, Idol!Bang Chan, Wedding Shenanigans, you are skz's noona

Disclaimer: author doesn't know shit about weddings and ofc its song inspired lmao. your family members would remain nameless. (felix is part of your entourage your own bestman/maid of honor but a guy), i will keep wedding details and furnishings vague as to not kill the imagination but there WILL be a church. for my fatherless/motherless readers, I AM YOUR FATHER NOW ヽ( `д´*)ノ

a/n: i wrote this while travelling so im sorry it's sloppy

As Felix helps you tighten the bodice of your dress, your mind starts wandering at 100 miles an hour, thinking about the floral arrangements and whether or not they were finished on time because you nor Chan had enough time to check last night, hoping that everyone's dresses and suits are complete, praying to every possible deity out there that Chan slept well because you certainly couldn't out of pure excitement, the anxious thoughts now settling down your stomach. "Y/N-ah," Felix's voice snaps you out of it as you look up at him, met with a kind and loving smile from your best friend, "You can look now," he gently states before moving away from the mirror. You take a deep breath and shut your eyes, before turning around, dress moving along to the motion.

Slowly opening your eyes, you could feel unbridled joy with a healthy mix of anxiety spike through your veins like never before. You've tried it, three times even for fitting and alterations but now that it was happening, now that it was real; you felt so gorgeous. Your emotions well up at your throat, stopping yourself from crying before your destroy your make-up.

The veil hangs perfectly behind you, white textile hugging you correctly while it flows like water, your jewelry shines brighter it seems; and you look amazing. The confidence your entire bridal attire gives you is so exhilarating, only one thought of 'I can't wait until Chris sees this,' solid in your mind, pushing all the other worries away. You somewhat anticipated it when you started planning the wedding, but Chan was quite a traditionalist in a sense that he wanted to keep the wedding as sweet and as fun he saw it just as sacred. And he didn't want to see your dress until the day itself which makes you stand here now, your first look at both your outfits.

Felix peers over and smiles at the look on your face, making him approach you before handing you a box of tissue, "Always our crybaby," he jokes lightly with the most loving voice ever, "How do you feel,"

"Amazing," your voice quivers while wiping off the tears from their tear ducts before it could ever escape your eyes. "Oh my god,"

"Well," he laughs, "Let's go?"

You nod excitedly, making him nervous that you'd knock your properly groomed hair over. You hook your arms with him before you exit the bridal suite. The plan was to meet Chan by the place behind the reception which was close to the church you were going to get married in. Your heart was slamming against your ribcage like it was wanting escape, excitement pounding through you like a toddler on LSD. You'd bounce on your heels at every step if it wasn't for the fact that you wanted to be prim and proper for your future husband.

Husband. The prospect was enough to make you wanna squeeze Felix and squeal until someone's eardrums broke and at the same time break down crying at just how lucky you are to have Christopher Bang as your husband. An overworking perfectionist, never stops until satisfied and is rarely so, chronic insomniac—but a man fueled by hard work and passion, driven by his desire to do and give his best; his work and the people around him heavily influenced. A sweetheart through and through, boyish in charm and loving to a fault, gentlemanly and steadfast in his morals and principles. For better or for worse you will stick with him, because you love him for every once of his perfections along with every morsel of his flaws. Your husband, Christopher Bang.

And the most terrifying thing is—you wholeheartedly trust that he'd do the same for you.

"Okay stop!" Changbin calls out before you could even turn the corner, blocking the way. You almost hit him like you would a brick wall but Felix immediately stops you. "For the record, miss bride," he beams up at you before opening his arms for a hug which you wholeheartedly accept with joy. "You look amazing, sweet thing," he chuckles before pressing a slight kiss to your temple, "Congratulations, Y/N-ah. I'm so proud of you two,"

You have to look up to prevent the tears fro falling, slightly smacking him on the chest in order for you to laugh at his response before he beckons Felix to leave a bit, photographer for the moment on standby. Leaving both of you for the tender moment, it's like time is at a standstill, none of you talking much before Chan clears his throat. "Y/N?" he calls out, nervousness evident in his voice.

"Chris," you respond, a little bit choked up before you see his hand pop out from the corner, "Hold my hand please," he asks softly before you comply, feeling his slightly clammy hands, with a gentle tremble within.

"I'm so terrified I'd start crying like a baby when I see you," he half-heartedly jokes, partially meaning it as you laugh out a bit. "Well that makes both of us," you sigh before rubbing soothing circles on the back of his hand, "Ready?"

"Yeah," he breathes out, "On three?"

"Mhm," you hum, "One," you start of and he finishes the third count. There's a pause before both of you move to see each other. Instantaneously all of the sparks you've lost, those that have dwindled away comes back to both of you. Unable to help yourself but cry and he remains breathless.

Handsome. You always thought he was but in a white suit, white tie, your favorite flower pinned by his breast, hair decorated with shiny flower pins that you suggested months ago, light make-up on him—he looked ethereal, like he was cut from the gods and you couldn't help but sob at that. "You're so handsome my love," you chuckle wetly, reaching your hand out on his cheek tenderly before he presses a kiss against your palm, "I love you," he simply states before pulling you into a hug, "So so much,"

"I love you too," you tighten your grip on his body reassuringly. "So so so much,"

You two stand there in silence, basking in each other's warmth while you keep the tears at bay. You know he's silently crying with the motions and ministrations behind your back but you let him. It was your wedding day after all. "Should we get a picture?" you whisper against his ear as he nods and detaches from you, "God, I'm already a mess,"

"You're perfect," you laugh before pressing a kiss on his cheek, prolonging the stay of your lips on his skin before producing a loud 'mwah,' "Perfect groom,"

"For the perfect bride," he chuckles before you both turn to the photographer, signaling him that he could finally take pictures and not take paparazzi shots—a running joke you and Chan made when asked if you wanted pictures of the intimate moment. You take a few more sweet and cute pictures before Seungmin comes barreling down the stairs with no reprieve, immediately worrying you and Chan whilst disrupting the photography process. "I am so so sorry I have to barge in like this," he huffs, only in his white button up and slacks, "But the officiant suddenly got the IBS. He's been stuck in the restroom for like, what, an hour?" he explains, "I think he needs to be taken to the hospital,"

"What?!" both you and Chan question in alarm. But before you could think of a response Seungmin clears his throat, "But PD-nim...turns out is a licensed and trained officiant,"

"PD-nim...?" Chan questions before you fill in the blanks, "As in the JYP PD-nim?,"

Seungmin mutely nods. "So long as he gets both your permissions he'll gladly do it for free,"

You look up at Chan who simply looks back at you, a silent conversation happening between the flitting and movement of eyes. "What do you think?" you verbalize as he nods, "Well, it's not like we have much of a choice do we," he sighs and holds your hands, "I'm sorry it has to be PD-nim,"

"Well it'll probably be a bit weird but I don't mind much," you squeeze, "I'd get married to you regardless of the officiant anyway,"

"I am," Hyunjin sighs out, exasperated as Minho and Jisung run around toppling the place over, "Gonna freak out,"

"Channie hyung is back!"

"Fuck!" all three of them simultaneously curse before Chan comes in with a very offended look on his face, Seungmin and Changbin looking at the men in the hotel room in confusion. "What is... happening?" Changbin trails off after seeing the pair peering at the back of the couches while Hyunjin holds his hair in his hand.

"Hyunjin is missing his fucking pants," Jackson exasperates. Chan's brows reach his hairline, "What? Since when?"

"Apparently it didn't come in the dress bag," Hyunjin explains with a tinge of desperation in his voice, "And please please don't tell Y/N noona," he takes Chan's hands and the groom doesn't know whether or not to smack him upside the head or laugh. "I can't promise that," he says a bit stiffly, "Are you sure you're checked everywhere? The floor, the hotel room you used last night?"

"Wait hyung you're such a genius!" Hyunjin vibrates with new hope before patting his pockets down before realizing he already returned the keycard to the room after checking out. "Oh shit," and Chan seems to realize this issue before sighing, "Let's go boys," he strips off his blazer for now before neatly hanging it up the door hooks. "Move out,"

Jackson and Brian stay behind to hold the fort while the 7 men accompany each other to the hotel clerk for moral support should Hyunjin and Chan start breaking down in front of the poor attendant. "God forbid any of her bridesmaids see us," Jisung crosses his fingers, "Or like, let her know a month after,"

"Yeah, like as a funny memory,"

"You guys do know I can't lie to my wife right?" Chan sweats, nervously tapping his leg on the elevator floor heading down. "Worse comes to worse only Hyunjin is gonna die,"

"Hey!" he whines, "Please, anyone but in the hands of noona,"

"I'll do it in her stead," Minho comments before the elevator door opens, offering a "kind" smile to Hyunjin that never fails to send shivers down his spine. Chan leads the barrage of 6 men, heading to the receptionist as he clears his throat. "Hi," he greets, before beckoning Hyunjin to his side, "What was your room?"

"801,"

"Has 801 been cleared yet?" he turns back to the receptionist who starts typing into the console, "Not yet sir. Would you want to re-check back in?" she inquires as Chan waves his hand in disapproval, "Oh, no no, I was just gonna ask if it was possible to check the room? This guy left something really important,"

"Oh, I'll see what I can do about it sir, please wait for a while,"

Hyunjin frowns and clamps on Chan's arm, "I'm really sorry hyung,". He chuckles and pats Hyunjin's head, "It happens. Not every wedding is perfect," he reassures, "I do have to tell Y/N,"

A despaired noise escapes Hyunjin, dramatics unending. He couldn't request Chan to keep it from you either, knowing that keeping something as crucial as this a secret quite possibly could put a wrench on your relationship, both as an affianced couple and in a few hours, spouses. The receptionist smiles pitifully at Hyunjin, and 5 minutes span on like an hour.

After one phone call, she smiles at both Chan and Hyunjin, along with the 4 others lined up behind them, "I'll give you the keycard. Fortunately, room service hasn't cleaned it yet,"

"Thank you so much ma'am!" Hyunjin bows as he accepts the keycard with his two hands, as if receiving his diploma.

And in record time, they make it to the room. They scramble to start looking, Chan in the bathroom, Minho and Jisung towards the closets, Changbin by the couches, Jeongin, Seungmin, and Hyunjin in the bedroom. "It's not here," Jisung mutters, disappointed but Minho gently pushes him out of the way and turns his phone flashlight on, and true enough the pants are nestled on the floor by the corner.

"It's here!" he announces before grabbing the pants, handing it to Hyunjin who was rushing towards him. "Hyung!"

A slap to the back of his head was delivered but Minho sighs in relief anyways, "You idiot," he mutters before cajoling Hyunjin out the door, "Making us nervous and shit,"

The veil falls over your face, white clouding your vision before Felix hands you your bouquet. "Ready?" he asks before you nod, and from your periphery, you see your father enter the room. Felix bows politely before leaving the room, simply just two of you. "You're getting married," he states in a factly tone, "That's the plan," you chuckle before holding your hand out for him to take.

"I can't believe I'm sending you off," he sighs and looks up and down at you, "My darling daughter,"

"Chan'll take care of me," you assure with a chuckle, trying to not cry in front of your father, not when he looks so proud yet so sad at the same time. "I know," he tucks his hands behind him, "It'll be a little bit quieter at home though," he sighs.

You swallow down, lump on your throat growing. "Dad..."

"I don't say it a lot, Y/Nnie," he sighs and places a hand on your shoulder, "But I am proud of you. Where you are now," he smiles, tears lining the edge of his eyes before your lower lip trembles and tenderly touch your father's cheeks, "Thank you," it escapes you as barely a whisper. "You'll always be welcome home," he assures, "Don't worry about the grandchildren for now. Your mother says so too,"

"Yeah," you giggle before taking his arm. "Thank you for everything Dad," you rub it lightly. It surprises you when he pulls you into a tender hug, rare and sweet as you burst into tears, sobbing like a little baby before your mother then enters. "Oh, you made our princess cry!" she scolds before reaching under your veil with a handkerchief and patting your tears away gently, making sure she doesn't rub onto the waterproof make-up. "You look so pretty,"

"Thank you Mom," you giggle when she presses a kiss on your cheeks, going through the veil, "Pretty bride genes run through your blood,"

"Now you're just flattering yourself," your father teases with a fond smile on his face directed to his wife, "Oh shut! You cried during our wedding day you old fool," she lightly pushes the back of his head before pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I'll go now, we'll all be waiting for you in the wedding hall," she waves and leaves. You could see her wipe her own tears but the door closes on her before you could say something else.

You fan your face and take a deep breath out, pacing around the room while your father patiently sits by the lounges. "Nervous?" he asks. You nod before he beckons you to sit down, easily complying as you face him, "Do you know," he says, "Your uncle tripped on the aisle when I and your mother got married," he starts narrating as you giggle. "He was a spectacle. Everyone was teasing him during the reception," he fondly recalls, "But honestly, I'm secretly glad it happened, I was super nervous to marry your mother," he congresses.

"Really?" you place a hand on your mouth, not really expecting it from your straight-laced father and his impenetrable force of patience and indifference. "Your mother is the most beautiful woman I've laid my eyes on. I'm glad I got to marry her," he sighs, "And I know Chan feels the same. I have never seen someone look so in love in years until I saw him,"

"Only reason you said yes to him asking your blessing,"

"Would you rather I let you marry a man who isn't happy to be with you?"

"Of course not,"

"Exactly," he nods, "I will put an axe through his skull if that look changes,"

"Dad!" you laugh and smack the side of his arm, "Don't say that on my wedding day!" you giggle as he rolls his eyes, "That's a promise!"

You were about to respond when the organizer knocks on the door and peers through the crack, "Miss bride, and mister father," they beckon, "It's time,"

You stand up with shaky hands, taking the bouquet before your father offers his arm up for you to take, hooking your hand against his. You both walk out of the room and head to the path leading to the church, doors nearly empty after the entourage walks in. You vaguely see Chan's figure enter the chapel and walk along before the curtains lining the entrance fall down and block your view after your mother follows afterwards.

"Why am I gonna throw up," you whisper to your father as he chuckles and squeezes your arm comfortingly, "At least not on the aisle,"

"Dad!"

"You'll do great," he genuinely assures, "This is your day, your groom is happily waiting for you at the end of the aisle," he pats your back before the organ starts to play the bridal march, curtains opening as people stand for you. A deep inhale is caught in your throat, nervousness spiking as your father cajoles you into walking.

And then you see Chan, although screened in white and obscured by the veil you couldn't help but be emotional. You don't know what triggered it, but the tears prick your eyes and then you see him reach over his' and pad a handkerchief along. He's crying too. But the smile is so prominent you could see the dimples against the veil, making you giggle quietly, tension in your body dissipating.

The march seems to stretch on longer than you or Chan wished for, but eventually, your father comes over and gives him a short hug before taking your hand and placing it in his'. "Do good," he notions to Chan as he nods. Shakily, you both step forward hand in hand–face to face with JYP, your emergency officiant.

The ceremony starts, people take their seats while Felix and your best friend keep a keen eye on your comfort and your dress. Chan can't stop squeezing your hand reassuringly, catching subtle glances like you were back in high school giggling about. You both sign the wedding papers once your officiant announces it, and when he cues Chan–he faces your parents and gets on his knees, forehead to the ground as you yourself bow, back parallel to the floor as they both nod.

And then you turn to Jessica and Jack, along with Hannah who were watching by Chan's side, and then while Felix takes the bouquet in your hand, you properly fix your dress, get on your knees, and press your forehead against the floor. It wasn't planned, the getting on the floor at least, it was expected you bow but not to the full extent, dress and all. A bit flabbergasted, Chan immediately helps you up after the 10 second stay, "Baby, you didn't have to," he whispers as his family bows back, "I wanted to," you reassure him, patting your dress and veil off as Felix hands back your bouquet.

Then, both of you bow to each other, 90 degrees and perfectly still and solemn.

A surrender of half of yourself to him, and taking half of his. A vow unbent by law and a promise unbroken by love.

The ceremony continues, a bunch more expletives and legalities before JYP senses your growing impatience as he clears his throat and starts with the vows. Your guide is tucked in the bouquet, in between the peonies and roses but you knew it wouldn't really matter much. Chan also has his in his breast pocket, pulling it out before taking the microphone and taking your shaky hand into his'.

"We met during my trainee days. You were working your way into being an intern while I was wallowing in a thin line between courage and impatience, waiting to debut," a pointed look to your officiant, "It was sorta unexpected. You gave me a free drink during your part time job and we suddenly got to talking for hours, I got your number and I headed back to the dorms. I never knew I sealed my fate back then, and looking back at it now, I will never trade a thing for it," he sighs out, looking up so that he doesn't start crying.

You smile lovingly at him, assuring him that if he cries you'll simply laugh it off as a fond memory, not like you'd fare any better than him anyway.

"When I debuted, you were one of the first people I told," he laughs, a bit airy, "I could never forget the squeal that nearly ruptured my eardrums, that was the day I realized I might've liked you," and then you giggle. "You got your dream job during our second comeback. I will never forget that because I was with you, we were watching a movie when you got your acceptance call. That was also the first time you hugged me. You were so happy and in turn it made me happy, that was the moment I thought 'What I'd give to always feel like this', so I sought after that. I sought after you,"

He takes a gulp down of his tears, "You are my hero. You make me happy, so happy. I'd give the moon and stars but you seem to always beat me to it, I always feel loved and cared for by you. And as we make our way to infinity, to a forever only we can create, I want to love and care for you until my lungs give out and I'm an old wrinkly grandpa,"

"I promise to forever cherish you—your laughter and smiles, and all the other things that make you do your happy dance," he tucks the paper away and takes your hand instead, "And I vow to forever protect the love that you give me. To hold it close and never betray that,"

And he starts holding back a wide, goofy smile, making you groan preemptively as he clears his throat, "And hey, I'm not our wedding photographer," he shrugs and takes a comedic look at his bestmen, "But I can picture us together. Forever."

Laughter choruses throughout the chapel while you lightly smack him on the arm, laughing as you roll your eyes at the corny pick-up line. Of course he fucking would.

Handing the microphone over to you, you pick off the paper nestled between the flowers before unfurling it open, "Chanathan," you start, making him throw his head back in laughter, "Was the name I used to tease you with when I asked for your name during that time we met at the cafe. I can't believe that our vows kinda match, but it its the testament if just how much we're soulmates," you look up at him, not reading off the paper.

"It was Chanathan, then Chan, then Channie, then Chris. Then my Christopher. It's like a stake of claim on you," you jokingly quip, "But throughout those times and those names, was also the evolution of our relationship. And I have never been more glad to open up this new era of calling you nothing but husband. My husband Chan, my husband Christopher, my husband Chanathan," you smile up at him, seeing his humored look despite the fond eyes he has for you.

"And I promise to honor every sense of your name, whether its carrying your's or speaking of you. I always have been and always will be proud of you, and not a day would go by where you wouldn't know that," you choke up a bit, voice getting trembly, "There will be nights and weeks and months when we'd be apart, but our souls, and my loyalty would always be unbreakable,"

You take his hand and press a kiss on it through your veil, feeling your heart squeeze in delight as a strangled cry escapes him, "I vow to love you, now and forevermore, and we can be cute little wrinkly old people together till the end of time. I will always be proud to be your wife, and will also make you constantly proud to call your home, I love you, Christopher,"

"I love you too," he whispers and squeezes your hand once more.

"Now," JYP beckons for the ring bearers, "For better or for worse, through sickness and health, and until death do you part," he starts before you slip a paper towards him which gives you quite the stern look, simply making Chan chuckle, "And as you drink from his cup, and he drinks from yours, the first and last sonata you'll sing, with the neverending dread of betrayal hung over the crux of your necks, take these rings," he then signals you to take each other's rings, shaky hands delicately holding them, "And swear,"

Chan goes first, sliding your wedding band on the yhe ring finger of your presented hand. After comes him, with you nervously taking his and slipping on the shiny gold band on his finger. And then you both hold hands, both of yours warmly enclosed in his' as your officiant gives a nod of approval. "You can remove her veil now," he covers the microphone and mutters to Chan who has to take a deep breath to brace himself.

Taking the hem of your veil, he carefully turns it and the white cast is finally gone, seeing his face so clearly you fall in love again. So easily, and so quickly. "Do you, Christopher Bahng, take Y/N L/N as your lawfully wedded wife?"

He smiles at you, "I do,"

"And do you, Y/N L/N, take Christopher Bahng as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do,"

"Then, you may now kiss your bride," he announces as Chan places a loving hand on your waist, one on your cheek before pulling you forward and you cup his cheeks, kissing him with fervent love and passion. It was a mere press to his lips, but the love overflowing was so much you both start crying.

The cheers and claps echo through the chapel before he departs and guides your hand to hook against his arm. "Hello wifey,"

"Mhm, husband," you giggle while wiping your tears with the pads of your fingers, pressing another kiss to his cheek, before moving forward and retreating out the aisle.

Your smile is so wide it hurts your cheeks, a hearty laugh escapes your husband as both of you run down the aisle, hand in hand.

Y/N Bang. You could get used to it.

let me know what you wanna come next; wedding night/honeymoon or reception/wedding after-party

#bang chan scenarios #husband bang chan #skz scenarios #skz bang chan #bang chan #bang chan x reader #stray kids bang chan #married to bang chan #elle✩marital

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stay-midnight · 1 year

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hello hi hiii ! 💕

. . . 🎙

well-reply whenever to ask the askss, i really don't mind hehe (admittedly its a hot second to type it out but mostly cause its thoughts trying to be coherent in a way hehe-) 💕

anyways yeah- seungmin being in tamer settings but because of his sir/master vibes it turns into like, not tame? HAHA-and god that would be hot 😭 afterwards its him making you suck his cock under the cold water (the water would make it harder to breathe while gagging on his cock and seungmin would grin at that-😶)

and as said....thoughts on perv, college au Jisung as bestfriend and roommate ahhhh 😳🤧 YES- he'd enjoy you shying away from his advances, (the power he'd feel from that-) so much, one of his specialties could also be corruption- he enjoys the feeling of reader turning into his slut-ahem i mean being so submissive for him-and making you be just as perverted as he is 😈😭 (ALSO YEAH-Perv Jisung is the Best Jisung trope, he just fits it so much that its unreal 😩💓)

he'd be so touchy-hands on your butt, your pecs, your thighs and your bulge- would be shameless enough to dry hump/grind his crotch on you, and he'd crave the embarrassed look on your face as you try your best not to react (which is useless cause again, he knows-) constant flirting as well, calling you baby or jagi all the time, likes you romantically as well ofc, he just can't help be a perv 🤐 and hey, he wanted to let you know how feels somehow-ahem- (constant outta pocket sentences too, "i'd fuck you over this desk" jisung would say the second you two sit down at a library-)

would also pretend he's thrusting up into you if you're sitting on his lap and the room is empty 😭 you'd think he'd do a fake exaggerated moan but his low groans and whispers of you being so good for him is making your head go 😵

And when perv jisung eventually turns into perv boyfriend? If he was horny for you before, just jerking off or being a perv, congratulations, you're also getting fucked every day no questions asked 😭😩 (i imagine him becoming your boyfriend started out as him inviting you to his room and then him immediately making you get on your knees, making you confess all of your own perverted thoughts and the more heartwarming feelings cause he was fed up with the oblivious act, before proceeding to fuck you for hours until both of you pass out-needy perv ji.)

he'd be making all of his fantasies come through too-the exhibitionist that he is-sex at the library, a public bathroom stall, at the gym locker room, sitting on his face-my god. (and uh, just to put it out there, jisung watches anime, so i fully believe that jisung making you wear a maid dress and doing a whole master and servant act is....happening-i mean, not impossible-)

and since you said he'd be into threesomes, whelp-one night he invites minho to your dorm room, its all been talked out and both have your consent so there's no hesitation when jisung gets you on your knees with his hand gripping your hair tight, making you open your mouth wide as minho has his way with you 😭 (sungie would def like the thought of his friends playing with you-) also exhibitionist jisung 🤝 voyeur minho

Still though, he'd be possessive over you, just cause he's sharing does not mean they get to have you the way he does. gag on his friends boxers, cock, get fucked, spitroasted, dp'd or whatever happens between him and who he shares you with, he's gonna fuck you again by himself to remind you that in the end, its you and him and only him.

that's it for noww hehe, self control yarn, perv skz thoughts are-ehem, anywayss 😊💞🍀

dun dun dun its me again at 3 am in midnight

...

imma keep them for archive hehe but idk if i can reply to those ask after trying cuz i feel like we got to the endpoint of those thoughts(?) cuz snowswept tails kinda had the fox and human roaming around for shelter, and the other fics too like d.a kind of ended after the orgy- so i my brain just blanked out on those-

But to the thoughts! After the shower shenanigans with prisoner seungmin i feel like the reader would get a bit bratty (yes third person now cuz like its hard to write in second person for this thoughts) I can see Seungmin slam choking reader against the wall and before sneaks a hand down your shorts - grabbing your throbbing cock— before degrading you and saying something like "Be wary of your words, pup- act like shit again and I'd leave you to fend for yourself and im not as kind as the other inmates" oh and A police officer witnessing all this?!(lets pretend that jeongin is the police officer here huehue hes like a police officer in training/criminology student🫣)

PERV JISUNG >>>> those vids of him on tiktok i keep seeing got me feeling some typa way like those arms can crush me but anyways I feel like the best trope for perv sung is Pervert x Oblivious Idiot— Like reader literally just thinking how thats just a friendly joke by good ol sungie despite him saying some shit like "nice pants, but id think you be better off without it-" the point of the matter is he would definitely be over possessive over reader before the whole relationship cuz he doesnt like other people flirting with you except him but AFTER a soldified relationship and him fucking you like a lion in heat until dawn he'd so be down to try threesomes (with his trusty bff leeno) so one night he sat you down you agreed in respect to your boyfriends kink and ofc the fact the minho is hot- ALSO during the threesome with minho- minho would be so teasing with sungie competitively like "Bet you cant make them choke like this can you?" as Minho thrusts into your throat with his big c- but the threesome turns into competition real quick like "Fuck you, Minho- he's mine" Jisung would say while glaring at the older as he pulls you back into his cock like sjzjsndn exhibitionist Jisung as well best place to fuck for him is definitely the janitors closet or hear me out in a frathouse while all the other fratboys are out (felix serving those sus cookies) but yeah Perv Jisung would be so touchy in public like expect him to slide a hand to your backpocket while walking or pull you by the waist hueheue (i added all the thoughts in one paragraph cuz-)

thank you anonnie for feeding me with the thots 😍

#midnight asks #fic talk anonnie #🎙️anonnie

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strwbrryblues · 2 years

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A Budding Romance

Pairing: Lee Minho | Lee Know x Fem!Reader (AFAB)

Genre: Fluff, Slight angst, Fantasy AU, Medieval AU, Childhood friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining

Additional Tags: Florist!Minho, SoonDoongDori can talk (kinda), SKZ 00z and Jeongin aged down, Minju Jungwoo Minho pretty besties, It’s honestly more like idiots to lovers tbh, Cameos from other group's members

Warnings: Talk of insecurities, SeungJin puppy love (yes gonna put that as warning in case some of you are not comfortable), This was not proofread properly, so if there are any kinds of typos, please ignore it (｡ŏ﹏ŏ)

Word Count: 12.8k

Synopsis: In which it’s not only flowers that bloom in spring, but feelings as well. However, you’ve only just realized that they’ve always been there

A/N: This kind of got out of hand hhhhhh I was planning to keep it short and simple but I wanted to add a lot of elements and description, so I got carried away 😭 Also, I still am visibly confused if Soonie Doongie and Dori are all male or female because I believe that Koreans don’t usually use fem or male pronouns sooo.... yeah you’ll see me almost have a crisis with that 💀

By the way, go check out the other fics from @bruh-changbin ‘s spring fling collab once they’re posted! 🥺💗

[Spring Fling Masterlist]

Spring has arrived. The remnant cold that the winter season had left lingered on the streets for weeks, and it was just the right amount of coolness to battle the sun’s heat.

Minho, upon the early kiss of the sun’s rays, had already set up his little flower shop at the corner of Levanter Street. The place was perfect to catch the eyes of any passerby, as the place was decorated with the newly blooms of spring. And it was around this time that customers alike would pick out from his bunch.

Mothers who usually finished up their spring cleaning would buy a couple or three bouquets they would set on their vintage vases. Men and women pick single stems of flowers as a gift for their newly love, or bouquets to celebrate one’s anniversary. Even witches pass by, their brooms speeding to a stop to look for Minho’s rare plants they can use for their crafts.

To say spring was the busiest season for his little flower shop would truly be an understatement. And so, he had to look for someone to be his apprentice.

After consulting with his friend, Jungwoo—the coffee shop owner just beside his shop—they both decided to put up posters, calling out for new hires. The poster being nicely made by you—Minho’s long time childhood friend.

You three gathered around the side of Minho’s flower shop. His cats trailed along, all three sitting down to watch in curiosity the huddle that formed.

“You know, I clearly don’t see the point of you looking for hire when I’m literally right here.” You frowned, hands both resting on your hips as you still formulated the reason for Minho looking for help, when you can do it yourself; considering your job is a night shift at most, you don’t really have anything else to do during daytime.

Jungwoo, who stood at the opposite side of Minho, crossed his arms as well. “Yeah, you can have Y/n at your beck and call, no need for the awkwardness stage if you ever find a recruit.”

You gave an unimpressed look at the taller boy, “really? I’m at his ‘beck and call’?” His choice of words made you look at him pointedly, while he just shrugged and gave you his signature princely smile.

Minho, who was in the middle of you two, was building up a headache from the constant noise. He averted his gaze from the poster he’d just put up, now pinching the bridge of his nose as he clenched his eyes shut.

And while you and Jungwoo bickered, a fourth person entered the scene, specifically another friend in your little group.

“Minho’s looking for help?” Minju asked, dressed in her maid outfit, minus the apron, as she was about to head to the daycare for work. “I thought Y/n was actually getting paid for always helping? I actually think he doesn’t need any more helping hand.”

At this, both you and the taller boy you’ve been bickering with, turned to the new addition to the huddle, agreeing in chorus.

“See! I told you, Lee Minho!” You laughed almost maniacally while pointing at him. The victorious grin not leaving your face as you went back inside the flower shop, Soonie, Doongie, and Dori following you inside as you called them for their breakfast. “I’m always right!” You hollered, the noise being muffled by the glass windows.

The three who were left outside looked puzzled at the bellow of laughter you let out. But then brushed it off, as it was very normal for them at this point.

“Well, you men figure out what you want.” Minju said, gathering her skirt and clutching tightly on the stack of book that was strapped together by leather, resting on her back. “I’m off to work. Mrs. Yang sent an owl earlier, saying that Jeongin manifested his powers and that we need to keep an eye on him in case he blows anything up.”

Jungwoo looked baffled, as he uttered in disbelief, “blow things up? What?”

Minju shrugs, “beats me. Seungmin blew up Jisung’s toy top last time.” The girl had her fair share of the disastrous kids at the daycare. Just last month, the little alchemist - Seungmin, had blown up Jisung’s top, and the management still had to figure out how it happened. In short, Minju wasn’t even surprised anymore.

The two boys watched their friend leave for work after bidding her goodbye. The taller boy then turned to Minho, “you know, I get that you need the extra help an all, but Y/n really is suited for you.” Jungwoo said. “Not just work wise.” He added, winking at the boy meaningfully as he watched the tip of his friend’s ear, burn bright red at his comment.

Minho groaned, as if he wasn’t thrown off guard just earlier. Of course, he can’t hide his emotions well, especially when his ears always give it away. “You know, it’s better if you just shut up and go back inside your shop and start making coffee. I’ll have my usual order.”

Jungwoo just chuckled, knowing full well that the order he was talking about was specifically for you. His friend has always been like that, ordering coffee—or breakfast at that—for the two of you, and insists he just does it out of convenience, and not because he’d taken a romantic liking to you.

Flashing a grin at the slightly shorter boy, Jungwoo went back to his café to set things up. As for Minho, he went back inside to his shop, to see you sitting on the floor with the cats. Seeing you get along with his cats always tugged at his heartstrings and made his stomach flip in happiness.

“Get your ass off the floor. You’re getting my floor dirty.” He contrasted the feelings he felt inside to what he just said. In truth, he wanted you to stay there longer, and maybe he’ll sit with you and play with the cats as well.

You stood up however, much to his dismay. “You’re such a meanie. If you keep being like that, no one’s going to work for you.” You placed your hands on your hips, and frowned at him.

Oh, how Minho wanted to kiss that frown away from you, but he had to keep it all in.

“What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you still be asleep?” He changed the topic, going around the counter to take his spell book, preparing to cast his daily spell on the shop; a spell that sets the mood of the shop, so customers enjoy their short time inside the shop, and feel at peace.

“I would still be asleep, if only Jungwoo had not barged in my house at the wee hours of the morning; asking me to finish and duplicate that poster.” You grumbled.

At the news, Minho stopped his spell midway, frowning at the news. He concluded that he’d have to reprimand his friend for cutting short your precious sleep. “Then go back home and sleep, doofus.”

You shook your head, “no thanks. I’d rather be here, it’s relaxing.” You sat down again, the cats crowding you once more for attention and affection. “You go and try making and serving drinks all night to drunkards, and see if you don’t find this place calming.”

The thing was, you worked the late shift for a local pub, run by someone you were close to. Even if you hated the scene and alcohol in general, you enjoyed the music that was played by a very locally known bard. Staying until late at dawn, but you still bother to get up early to help out with Minho in his flower shop.

“If you insist,” Minho shrugs, having done with his daily spell. Oh, but his inner self wanted to just drag you to his room upstairs—where he’d made the second floor of the shop his homely space to save money—and tuck you in his bed to sleep, so he knew you were well rested. “Pick up my order from Jungwoo.” Minho left the topic as quickly as possible, to avoid him from blurting out a confession.

You quickly stood up, saluting him, before dusting away on your skirt and running out of the shop.

Minho watched your figure leave the shop completely, and to the shop next door. Once he was sure no one was around, he knocked his head on the counter top, letting out a strangled groan. His ears flushed so hard; he was sure it was hot to the touch.

“Oh, my heavens,” he sighed, cheeks resting on the cold surface of the wooden counter. “I can’t believe I’ve fallen for my best friend.” Minho whined to himself.

He didn’t know when he fell for you, other than the fact that he suddenly finds everything you do to be endearing and heart fluttering.

Soonie, his eldest cat, meowed at him. An amulet he was wearing, that was cast with a spell. allowed him to understand the language of cats, and was able to decipher the meow to be a, “just suck it up and confess to her then.”

Minho glared at his eldest. “I can’t just do that. I’d be ruining what we have now.”

Doongie, his second eldest cat, leaped on the counter and started meowing loudly. “You dumbass! How are you so sure that she doesn’t even feel the same way?”

The eldest cat meowed as well, backing up Doongie’s complaint, “yeah. She’s literally the only person who’s willing to spend all her free time on you despite you always saying you don’t like her company.”

His youngest, Dori, amidst the noise of the two eldest, only rubbed its face gently on Minho’s legs, purring loudly as he let out a silent mew, “I like her. I want her to be our mommy, because she takes care of us really well.”

Minho almost died at how cute Dori was. He was about to reply when you barged in, two hot mugs in hand, while a tray of both your breakfast was balancing on your head.

Minho was quick to stand from his seat, taking the tray off your head as he clicked his tongue. “Stop doing things like this or else you’d end up breaking things.” Or you could get hurt. And he would absolutely be disheartened about that.

You apologized sheepishly, pulling a stall towards the counter and hopping on to it. You placed down the mug, waiting for Minho to place down the tray as well.

Once Minho approached the inner side of the counter, he pulled his stall as well, placing the tray and then sitting down. He took your plate of food and placed it in front of you as he placed his in front of him.

You hummed in satisfaction as the scent of eggs and freshly baked bread filled your nose. Quickly, you dig in, another hum resonating from you as you seemed pleased with the way the food was thoroughly prepared. Sipping on the mug carefully, the hot cocoa drink flowed down your throat, sending you comfort and warmth against the nipping coolness of the spring breeze.

“Isn’t today just lovely?” You let out a sigh of content, before continuing to eat.

Minho could almost see flowers blooming around you like spring time. It fluttered his heart, making him want to just pinch your cheeks and coo at you. But the crumbs of bread that littered at the corners of your mouth was enough to distract and bother him. His hand up and moving unconsciously to wipe them off.

“You’re such a messy eater.” He said, now his other hand grabbing the sides of your jaws to halt your movement. The gesture catching you off guard; the beats of your heart suddenly skyrocketing.

After brushing away the crumbs, Minho went back to eating his breakfast as if not an intimate moment had just occurred. His ears begged to differ, however. But you wouldn’t notice that, considering you’re stuck in a conundrum of your own.

Doongie meowed, and Minho thanked the heavens you don’t understand the cats, because the mischievous second eldest just said something really suggestive, that both flushed Minho’s ears to be redder than it was, all the while having the urge to just throw something at the cat for embarrassing him further.

The awkward tension that rouse was interrupted when the clinking of the shop’s bell reverberated around the room. Minho was only then woken with the realization that he had already flipped the “open” sign minutes ago. The bell signaled the arrival of a customer, who had disappeared in between the tall shelves where Minho usually grouped all gardening tools.

“Welcome to Soonie, Doongie, and Dori’s Flora! We hope you’re having a blooming day!” You cheered out the shop’s name, along with the catchphrase you came up with—specifically you, Jungwoo, and Minju, as Minho wasn’t really on the more creative side in terms of literature.

As much as Minho hated that greeting, whenever it was you, it just seemed right. You, and the word “bloom” just fit together in the same sentence. So, always having you say the assigned greetings to the customer was much to his pleasure.

While he was spacing out again in thought of how very beautiful you looked just now, the customer emerged from the aisles, a small rake and a couple of clay pots in hand. You halted eating your breakfast as you quickly tended to the customer.

“I didn’t think you’d need more help Minho?” The old lady spoke—one of Minho’s usual customers in the shop, who you were also familiar with. “Y/n here seems to be a lot of help already.”

This snapped Minho out of his thoughts, only to witness you giggling. It was cute, but he knows there was some hidden mischief behind your laugh.

“That’s what I told him granny! He’s very stubborn, it’s very annoying.” You huffed, though not meaning it. Minho only rolled his eyes at you, finishing his breakfast quickly and gulping down the remains of his now lukewarm coffee—which he found the temperature to be revolting.

“I guess it’s also not bad to get more help, especially during the spring season,” the older woman closed her eyes, chuckling. “You deserve a rest too, little lady.”

Now you huffed out, feeling helpless at the fact that the older woman made a somehow valid point. That made Minho snicker at you, he can’t help but feel the need to stick his tongue out at you just to add fuel to the fire.

After Minho had set aside his used dishes, he took over your work after you’ve totaled the balance in which the woman had to pay. Minho gathered the trinkets the woman picked out, tying them in a green ribbon before casting a light spell—one that lightens the weight of any heavy material for a period of time—and handing it to the older woman.

The spell wasn’t really necessary as the woman can manage a few trinkets, but Minho felt the need to, after noticing that the woman kept on twisting her wrist in discomfort. In addition, with spring heavy on its way, people right now are keener to observe the changing trends and prices of materials and foods alike; sending almost everyone into a shopping spree in the local market place. In this case, the sweet old lady who now just left, would be more likely to roam the market, carrying more and more things as she buys. And Minho wanted to lessen the burden of the old lady by adding a simple light spell on the things she bought from his shop.

He does the same to every other customer that went through the day, especially those who purchased bulks and bulks from him. You mostly wrote down the receipts and recorded every transaction, as well as doing the sweeping and some watering of the plants on display. Minho arranged and wrapped up bouquets upon customers’ request; having more knowledge in the field.

Whenever he does so, you can’t help but stare at him in silent fascination at how knowledgeable the boy is about flowers, their language, and the perfect complement for each. You watch him work on a customer’s request after having done recording the transaction.

His nimble fingers worked gently in arranging each stalk, being careful in hopes of not breaking a stem. And with the gentle afternoon light cascading his features, you were entranced. To the point where you start feeling your chest tightening; deeming his beauty to be out of this world.

“I... uh... I’ll just go get some water.” You stood up from your seat beside him on the counter, very abruptly that it startled both the middle-aged woman—who Minho was tending to their request—and Minho himself. He looked at you still with shock but it returned to his neutral expression, giving you a nod.

“You should take a break too,” Minho said, before turning back to the bouquet he was working on. You just nodded quickly, trying to flee from the scene.

Going to the store’s backroom, you leaned on the door upon closing. Your mind going on an endless frenzy of scenarios that was caused by the scene you just witnessed earlier. Suddenly, Minho didn’t look friendly to you. And it wasn’t in a bad way. The vision that was suddenly haunting you was Minho moving gently and softly from before, despite the crease on his brows, with the setting looking as domestic as ever.

The boy you’d grown to see since young was mature and different from who you’ve grown to know. The scene played out with a gentle, stern looking Minho who was tending to a child. And the child looked oddly like the man himself, but also looked like you. The next thing you know, however, was Minho turning to you and muttering something. You swore you heard him saying, “honey” to you, in a very gentle tone with a sweet smile.

Suddenly, the small room that nestled silently in the back of the shop had gotten smaller than what you have come to know. The air was suffocating, tightening your chest that rendered you to inhale deep breaths.

“Fuck.” A curse unfamiliar to your mouth, has rolled its way off your tongue as your fist clenched on the fabric of your top. “It hurts.” You whined quietly.

The unfamiliar constricts on your chest made you worry.

Why are you suddenly feeling this? It confused you to no end.

Sliding down the door and crouching, you didn’t let your fists uncoil on the fabric as you kept it to feel solace in the familiarity of the texture. Thinking back to times from before, you always did feel a tug in the pits of your stomach whenever you were around Minho. But it was only now that you noticed its heightened activity, to the point where you feel it constrain your chest.

You tried to steady your breathing. And amidst your heaves, a sudden noise startled you. More specifically, one of a cat’s meow. You turn to the general direction of where you heard the noise, only to see Soonie on top of the stacked crates containing some clay pots.

“Oh! So that’s where you’ve been!” You wondered where the older cat wandered off to midday, as only two were present inside the shop.

“Meow,” Soonie replies, which meant to actually ask you the question of, “what happened?” You wouldn’t have known what he was saying so you assumed it to be a different one—translating it to be, “I like it here.”

“Okay, you be careful when you get down from there. It’s quite high.” You approached the orange cat, booping on its nose.

“You know, I asked you a question. It’s concerning that you’re clutching on your chest like that.” Another meow on your side. Thinking that the cat meant it as “why did you touch my nose?”

“Was it uncomfortable for you? I’m sorry, let me compensate with some treats.” You turned back to the cat, placing your hand on the knob of the door then turning it.

“You know, this conversation is going nowhere. We’re on totally different pages.” Soonie meowed again, but this time, swiftly going down from the crates to follow your steps, in pursue of the treats you promised. “But I could use some of those treats you just said.” Another meow.

“Mhm! I’m sure you’ll enjoy the treats!” You cheered, almost on the same page as Soonie with the talk of cat treats.

The cat made no further reply, only rubbing its body on your leg in anticipation. Even until you got out of the back room, the cat trailed behind you silently in wait.

As you reached the store front, you were greeted however with the sight of a slightly familiar woman. Probably around your age, if not a bit older. It wouldn’t bother you on any day as it could have just been a customer, but you picked the conversation happening with her and Minho.

“I don’t have a written resume right now; I can come back tomorrow if you want.”

“Oh, that wouldn’t matter actually, but if you feel the need to have a resume, then we can arrange to have your interview tomorrow.”

“That’s perfect! When should I come by for the interview?”

“After lunch is perfect.”

“Okay, I’ll be here after lunch tomorrow. Thank you so much for letting me know about it.” The girl bowed in thanks, giving Minho a big, bright smile.

Minho in turn, bowed in return and only watched the figure leave. Noticing your presence as you approached the center of the room, where the cats have gathered around you; stepping their tiny paws on your legs as you crouched to give them treats.

“Are you feeling any better?” Minho asks. However, he got no response from you. Only the sight of your back turned before him sufficed the answer he wished.

“Y/n?” He called for your attention.

This time you replied, but the tone in your voice hinted irritation than what Minho always expected from you—light and happy. “I’m fine.” You dismissed.

Clearly you weren’t. Minho wanted to speak up but Doongie meowed, “someone’s in trouble.” It ticked Minho off, wanting to scold the second eldest of the cats. Soonie did so anyways in his stead, hissing at the younger.

You translated the situation as the cats fighting for the treats you’re giving, making the frown in your face deeper. “Hey, don’t fight.” The statement did not stop the two, only furthering the argument between the two cats, Dori trying to calm the two down, filling the quiet shop in meows and hisses.

The noise made you upset than ever. Doing so, you stood up from your crouched seat, going to the counter to pick up any of your belongings that you left, and putting them all in your satchel. “I’m leaving early. I have to prepare for work.”

Minho can’t help but watch your form walk away. He couldn’t even ask you what the problem was. And it wasn’t even time for your shift at the local pub. It was still around 4 in the afternoon, and you usually left at 5, leaving an hour to prepare for your shift. Clearly, something was happening that you weren’t telling Minho.

The man can only sigh. He’d have to talk to you tomorrow morning instead. Thinking of ways to talk to you, he then turned to the three cats who were still arguing. “You lot can’t keep your mouths shut for a damn second.” Oh, Minho was pissed. And it immediately sent chills down the cats’ furry bodies. The glare was enough to kill, but it was a good thing his eyes held no power to do so.

“It was Doongie. He started it.” Soonie couldn’t help but point fingers at the second youngest, clearly afraid of facing the wrath of their father.

“What? I literally didn’t do anything, you suddenly hissed at me,” Doongie snarled back, to which the older started hissing again. “See! You’re doing it again!”

“Please stop fighting,” Dori timidly mewled, scared of putting more fuel in the fire. The youngest already feeling the seething aura coming from Minho.

“Okay! That’s it! You’re all on time out. No treats for a week, I’m sealing all of it, and no one is going to touch it.” Minho angrily took out all the stored treats in one of the cabinets under the counter, along with the small spell book he keeps handy inside his pocket—containing emergency spells and the like.

The three cats stood up on their little feet, already circling Minho to stop him from taking the treats up to his room and sealing it in one of his drawers.

“Dad! No, we’re sorry! We won’t do it again!” The three meowed in unison, following Minho’s steps, until they reached the top, where a loft has been made from the large space for the cats to settle in. Two doors, one for the bathroom, and one for Minho’s room. And before the three feline could make their entry inside Minho’s room, the door had already been gently shut in their faces.

The three stared silently at the bronze door knob, staring hardly as if it would open with their command.

“This is all your fault Doongie.” Soonie scoffed, making the second youngest rapidly turn it’s head.

“What do you mean mine?! If you hadn’t hissed at me for no reason, then I wouldn’t have fought back, idiot!” The cat’s loud meows echoed around the second floor of the shop.

“I was trying to make you read the room! Your statement was uncalled for!” Soonie meowed back.

At this point, Dori wanted to quiet down the two oldest cat, but he was genuinely growing tired of their argument, that he walked away from them, and jumping to the wooden cat tower of their loft.

Minho on the other hand, successfully sealed the treats, but leaving one aside to give for them. The treat wrapped in a white cloth, containing two of your home made cat cookies. Deeming that the three at least deserved the treat, but they will have to learn to share it for a week.

After doing so, he sat shortly on his bed, thinking of what happened earlier. Of what could have bothered you, that you’ll leave earlier than your usual time, without talking it out with him. And seeing and hearing you sound upset, made his heart break a little. He was confused on what could have possibly gone wrong, but he decided to do his best in making it up for you. Even if he didn’t exactly know if he was the reason or not.

You weren’t doing so well either; the walk to your home was filled with too much scenarios from earlier. Both the one that made your heart clench in something that confused you, and the other giving you that unpleasant feeling.

Upon finding out that Minho was to take in, sooner and probably much later, a reliable helper around the shop—and a beautiful one at that—something inside you felt unpleasant. Your insides churned in a feeling you felt whenever someone disagrees with you to the point they disrespect you. Much closely to unlike but not hate. You couldn’t put a name on this feeling but you wanted it to go away.

Switching your path, you make your way to the daycare where Minju was working, needing the advice and comfort of a female friend. You knew you can’t trust Jungwoo, because not only would he have something up his sleeve, but because the female, and most probably the male population of the area would flock the man, rendering useless for private consultations.

When you peeked into the glass windows of the place, you see only a few children were left. All the others picked up by their parents, or guardians. More notably, the ones left are the trouble makers you’ve come to know—little Jeongin, Jisung, Yongbok, Seungmin, and Hyunjin.

Rapping your knuckles on the door, you were then greeted by Dahyun—one of Minju’s co-workers. “Oh, Y/n. Did you come to talk with Minju?” The girl brightly smiled at you.

Looking at her, the gleeful smile she displayed, rubbed off on you, making you smile in return and forgetting your worries for quite a short period of time. “Yeah! I hope I’m not intruding on work hours?”

“Oh no, work ended hours ago. We’re just waiting for the kids left in here to be picked up, then we’ll be on our way.” Dahyun smiled again, opening the door wider to let you in.

“Teacher! Is that my mommy!” One of the kids, you assumed it’s Jisung from his voice.

“No sweetie, it’s Y/n,” Dahyun corrected, picking up the wood carved nutcracker that the boy dropped as he ran excitedly to the door.

Looking up at you, both in happiness and sadness, little Jisung spoke, “oh… I thought it was mommy.” He can’t help the little frown that painted his face.

You crouched down and pat Jisung’s head comfortingly, “don’t worry! Your mom will pick you up soon!”

Yongbok, Jisung’s twin brother, approached him and held his hand, “mommy won’t forget! Maybe she just stumbled on a cat that needed to be rescued!” The freckled boy made up a scenario of why their mother could be late. And at this, Jisung quickly smiled, nodding in agreement at how their mother is probably a hero in disguise.

Dahyun chuckled, holding Jisung’s hand and leading the twins back inside the room. “Come on. Minju is just preparing snacks for the kids. Apparently they don’t want to go for an afternoon nap.” You chuckled at the statement, somehow relating to the kids for still having some energy left in them.

When you finally arrived, you were greeted with the kids playing around, while Seungmin sat still in one corner, reading a book. Jisung and Yongbok joining Jeongin and Hyunjin in playing a game. However, the little quiet nook Seungmin occupied, was invaded by the other four. Soon enough, the boy reading his story book joined the fray, playing around until Minju finally arrived with a tray of snacks and drinks.

The kids, having been distracted by food, you were finally able to talk to Minju.

“Why did you come by? Isn’t it too early for you to leave the shop?” Minju asked, bunching her skirt before sitting on the floor beside you and Dahyun, conversing but still keeping eye on the kids.

You pressed your legs to your chest, your own skirt pooling to your sides. “I just needed to talk to someone.”

Dahyun being naturally concerned, perked up at the change in your tone. “Why? Has something bad happened? We can help you.” She asked.

You looked down sadly, almost feeling bad for feeling the way you feel, “it’s just, I feel bad for walking out on Minho… I didn’t even explain anything to him, and then I also walked out on the kids.” And by kids, you meant his cats—the term being natural to you and Minho.

Minju tilted her head, confused on what’s happened, “walked out? Did you get into an argument with him?”

You shook your head, “not really… I just felt upset he was really pushing through with looking for a new hire.” Now that you said the problem out loud, you felt it too ridiculous to be even worrying about. But there’s just this feeling of unsettlement that you can’t shake off.

“I’m sure it’s just seasonal, sweetie. You know how it is in spring,” Minju tried her best comforting you, rubbing your back comfortingly.

Dahyun agreed, “yeah. Besides, he probably doesn’t mind you still helping around. You know how things work there with how long you’ve been helping him.”

You stared of blankly, absorbing their words like a sponge. However, there was still something bothering you. It was nitpicking at the very corners of your heart.

“But… I don’t know… the person applying looked beautiful, and it kind of sets something inside me, I don’t know how to explain it,” you sighed. The thought of this beautiful lady working side by side with Minho was making you sad, and you were confused on how you felt. “She also seemed to be kind and gentle.”

Minju and Dahyun turned to give each other a look, already giving name to the feeling you were too oblivious about. “Oh, you sweet, innocent, naïve child.” Dahyun couldn’t help but laugh.

Minju chuckled as well, hiding her giggles behind to which piqued and confused you. “Huh? Why are you both laughing?”

Dahyun waved it off, now breaking into fits of laughter. The kids who were previously distracted by their afternoon snacks, were now huddling around you three. “Teacher is telling a joke! Teacher, tell us the joke!” Yongbok squealed excitedly, tugging on the hem of Minju and Dahyun’s skirt.

Jisung jumped up and down, while Hyunjin was holding on to Jeongin and Seungmin’s hands, who were equally piqued and excited.

Dahyun scowled at the kids, “oh you nosy children, go eat your snacks.” At this, the children pouted and groaned sadly.

“Teacher, unfair!” Jeongin shouted, following another line, “Jeongin always tell jokes to teacher!”

Minju couldn’t help but spill as you still sat in confusion. “Our Ms., Y/n is obliviously jealous.”

After dropping the bomb, you were baffled. The kids looked confused at a word they never encountered before, except for both Seungmin and Hyunjin. The latter quickly shooting his hand up, squealing, “oh! It happens when you feel that someone you love is being taken away from you by someone else!”

Seungmin’s face soured at the mention of the word ‘love.’ “Or, you feel it when someone else has something you want.” The boy related it to something more relatable, to which the other kids now nodded their heads.

Hyunjin tugged at Seungmin, disagreeing to what the boy said; always a lover of romance as he finds a way to justify that jealousy is more akin to be felt with love. “But you feel it with someone you love too! I get jealous when other kids play with you and not with me, because I love you!” The slightly older boy pouted.

The three of you were shocked at the sudden revelation, especially the young alchemist, whose cheeks were now tinted baby pink. “Y-you can come visit my house to play anytime, we’re neighbors after all!” Seungmin turned away from Hyunjin. The latter’s eyes lighted with delight.

The kids, as well as Minju and Dahyun was now teasing the two who was shrouded with what seemed to be puppy love. As for you, you were processing what Minju labeled your feelings as ‘jealousy.’

You thought back to earlier, feeling upset at the scenarios that plagued your mind when you thought back to the lady from before. Hardly even starting work and yet the scenarios made you upset to such an extent where you’re overthinking the lady stealing Minho from you.

“O-of course I’m jealous!” You blurted out, gaining everyone’s attention. Dahyun smirked at the admission, teasing about to roll off her tongue until you added, “he’s my best friend! Of course, I’ll be upset if someone else takes him away from me!”

Dahyun’s eye twitched in irk at your obliviousness. Rubbing her face, she groaned before asking you, “if Minju was ‘taken away’ from you, or someone else got her attention, and the someone was very pretty, would you be upset?”

“I wouldn’t, because they might be talking about something important.” Dahyun nodded at your answer.

“If Jungwoo was talking to you, then someone else pretty would steal his attention, would you be upset?”

“It’s kind of not out of the ordinary, so I would not mind anymore.” You answered once more.

The last question, however, gave back the despair you felt from before. “If Minho was talking to someone else who looks pretty and kind, how would that make you feel?”

You mulled it over, frowning as you gave your answer. “I’d be sad.” You were used to Minho giving you all his undivided attention, despite looking the total opposite, that thinking of him doing so with someone else tugged at the pit of your stomach.

“Ms. Y/n you’re like my mama when papa is ignoring her.” Hyunjin spoke, thinking back to his mother who always pouted when her husband is piled with mails to write back to.

You didn’t think you would have such reactions to this thing. You now only think that this seems too petty to even give it that much attention, but the feeling at the pit of your stomach really wasn’t going away.

“Then what do you suggest I do?” You thought out loud for everyone to hear. Feeling helpless for even having these feelings in the first place. “I even felt my heart squeezing earlier when I glanced at Minho... It was strange.”

Minju was not aware whether you wanted that thought to be heard, but it only confirmed their suspicion of you eventually falling for your best friend.

“Ms. Y/n you’re in love!” Jisung shouted in glee, excited about the news. You only then realized your thoughts were out in the open for everyone in the small room to hear.

“No, I’m not! I think I’m sick,” you blindly reasoned, thinking it could probably be a sickness yet to be discovered. A sickness where you feel your heart almost being squeezed out when looking at someone.

“But, Ms. Y/n, my mama says she feels that way with papa!” Hyunjin reasons out, always on the move for asking about romance to his mom, who was also quite the romantic.

“Ms. Y/n should confess to Sir Minho, right?” Minju wiggled her brows suggestively, while Dahyun gave you a very sly wink.

At this, the kids squealed in excitement, even Seungmin who was not a very romantic child. “Like how Jinnie confessed to Minnie!” Yongbok stared, his eyes twinkling like how his freckles twinkled on his cheeks. The mention once more making Seungmin flush in an adorable baby pink.

“Sir Minho is cool! He takes care of flowers, and has cats!” Jisung raised his hands excitedly, as if testifying his reasons on why you should confess to your friend.

Jeongin raised his hand as well, catching the attention of the other kids as they paid attention to the youngest speaking his thoughts. “Sir Minho is mind reader,” Jeongin starts, his sentence form still lacking as he was still young. “Sir Minho read mama’s thoughts.”

You thought back to Jeongin’s mom who was a regular at Minho’s shop. It was because the woman sticks to her favorite flower arrangement, that Minho starts working on the bouquet before the woman could even speak. Maybe that’s why Jeongin thought he was a mind reader; which you found undeniably adorable.

Upon finishing his sentence, the other boys stared in awe. Talking amongst themselves about how they also want to be a mind reader like Minho. The two daycare teachers only laughed fondly at the kids, while you stared adoringly at how their innocent and imaginative minds are very endearing.

Alas, you could only stay for such a time, leaving just before the last of the kids were picked up by their parents or guardian. Bidding the two women as well, a good bye—with them also promising to drop by the pub for a few non-alcoholic drinks—before heading back home to change out of your day outfit.

Your night—or work attire—was not anything special. Only the dress being a much lighter material to grant you ease when maneuvering around tables and tables when serving. Your shoes as well, changing to a much light and loose leather.

When you arrived, there were already some of the few patrons, with a few of your co-workers setting up the small stage. Seungkwan, one of the famous bards who performs, was already downing a small glass of ale.

“Nervous?” You asked, grabbing on to an apron under one of the counter cabinets, and wrapping it around your body.

The man gave you one of his very popular sassy looks, scoffing, “I could never. You know I’m only drinking a glass so I don’t have to take nonsense from some of the geezers here.”

If anything, Seungkwan was sassy, but respectful, only drinking, when necessary, to double the sass especially in times he needs to—like when someone starts to get too disrespectful to him during or off performance. Nonetheless, he was still a very sweet gentleman, who knows how to make the mood lighter–making him perfect for the job.

You just chuckled, giving him an understanding pat, and wishing him luck with the performance—not like you think he needed, considering the amount of talent the man holds.

The night grew busier and busier, with the thoughts from earlier finally fading. Dahyun and Minju visited you, ordering their usual rose tea with some light snacks. The two were not one with adoring the busy pub scene either, but the place was one of the best servers of alcoholic drinks as well as having the best singer in town–that there was a lot to be competing in.

“The drink was great as always Nayeon!” Dahyun thanked the older woman behind the wooden counter. Minju agreed, but frowned quickly as her dress’ sleeve got caught on one of the wooden splinters.

“Changbin should really get the counters fixed,” she muttered, loud enough for the two other girls to hear her. Unfortunately, the boy mentioned was blessed with sharp hearing, and in a matter of seconds, the man was now next to them.

“Believe me, that’s the third repair this month, but someone keeps picking on it. Chan’s getting frustrated.” Changbin crossed his arms, sighing in exasperation and empathy for his carpenter and artisan friend. The four then sighed in unison, thinking of the hardworking man and already imagining him frowning at how someone could ruin his handiworks.

After serving a few drinks to some patrons, you approached the four. Minju engaged in a short conversation before declaring that she would have to head home and sleep for another early hour shift for the next day. You bid them soon, voicing your concern for them to be careful on their way.

It was then that you, Changbin, and Nayeon were left, conversing for a short period of time before going back to work. Nayeon making the drinks, along with another colleague who had just arrived for his shift – Hansol; Changbin with managing and overseeing everyone, as well as greeting some of the regulars in his pub and even welcoming new faces, even helping with making drinks when needed; while you went around taking orders from the customers along with your co-workers, Chaeyoung, Moonbin, and Minghao.

The bustle of the tavern would have you grow exhausted and render you tired and knocked out after work, usually; however, today you were up and going on your toes. Your mind automatically leans into burning energy as a coping mechanism from what had occurred earlier that day. You were so on a roll that you barely noticed it was time for closing; only coming to mind when Chaeyoung tapped you on your shoulders and offering to walk home together.

“You’ve been spacing out lately, I figured I walk home with you so I can assure you get home safely.” Chaeyoung spoke, giving you a gentle smile as she looked down to fix and dust of her skirt.

You were touched with the kind thought of the girl, and who were you really to deny such an angelic person? You agreed with her, but not telling the reason that you agree because you also want to protect her in case some hooligans were to jump out of nowhere and even attempt to do things to you and Chaeyoung.

You were sent to be more at ease when Moonbin as well as Hansol offered to walk with you two. You knew you were capable of self defense, but with two more people, and a masculine form of intimidation, you were guaranteed safety. So, the walk home was very comfortable, alongside some quirky topics to converse in, it gave you peace at most.

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Peace was probably good in its own, but it was kind of bad in some way. Because when your mind feels at ease, you oversleep. Not that Minho minds it, he thinks you deserve all the rest you need after a long night at work. However, the usual time you arrive in, usually a little past noon, he’d expected you’d be there. But you weren’t.

Afternoon rush were very common in his store, and without you, Minho was somehow a fumbling mess here and there. It was bad enough that Sana—the girl who he was supposed to interview—was sat uneasily in a seat at the corner of the shop. The girl offering to help him with managing some of the customers, but Minho politely declined, and now she was forced to just watch as the man hurries from one place to the other.

A couple more hours after the rush hour and you finally arrived, perkier than before. Minho sighed in relief, after having to worry that something else could have happened to you. He greeted you but he got no reply as he watched you approach the cats, a small bundle of treats out of the pockets of your skirt.

“Oh, is that Ms. Y/n?” Sana asked, after having done with Minho’s briefing and approval that today she’d start work, but under your guidance.

“Yes.” He answered shortly, still gazing at you. Sana watched with hawk like curiosity at you two. “Uh…Just approach her and ask; she doesn’t seem too keen on talking to me.” And it piqued the girl, as Minho was left with the conundrum of what could he have possibly done for you to suddenly ignore him, and not his cats.

Sana nodded her head, approaching you cautiously so as not to trigger any negative feelings with you. “Hi,” she spoke timidly but brightly at the same time.

You looked up from the cats who were enjoying their treats—who you didn’t know were currently grounded and banned from eating treats for the week. You gave a curious look at the girl, despite the churning feeling of hurt inside you, you urged her to ask a question, which was obvious from the way she fiddled at the texture of her skirt.

“Minho said I’d be under your wing for the week. I’ll be learning the ropes around the shop with your guidance, as he said you were more experienced.” She said, fumbling again as she hurried to add her self introduction, “my mistake for not introducing. My name is Minatozaki Sana. I live just down the block from the marketplace. And I’ve always been interested in flowers.” Sana didn’t know just how to introduce herself to you, as you seemed to hold that unexplainable air of intimidation while also feeling approachable.

Pushing hard on the gnawing pain in your chest and stomach, you gave her your most genuine smile. You’d do this for Minho, even if there was an unexplainable feeling inside you. You didn’t want to name it jealously. But Sana seemed harmless and quite perfect with Minho, and you can’t help but sigh in defeat inside.

And it went on for a week. Maybe two or three. But Minho was sure you’ve been avoiding him, definitely. Because he’s been watching you for days with those forlorn eyes.

You barely arrived in time for rush hours, the way you always do. And when you had free time, you either spent it with the cats, or you’d go next door to Jungwoo. And it sends him reeling with feelings of hurt and jealousy, more than curiosity.

He asks himself why you suddenly avoided him? Was it something he did? Did he offend you in some way? He’d have deep talks with Soonie sometimes, but the cat just tells him to talk to you about it. But how was he supposed to talk to you, if you keep walking away from him when he was at arm’s length to you?

You were no better yourself. You watched the times when Sana and Minho would talk. They looked so comfortable with each other now. And when Sana laughs at Minho saying something, you just can’t look. Minho looks so soft with his gentle smile, and it makes your heart wrench. You almost want to hurl out your insides not out of disgust, but out of hurt. Hoping that vomiting it out could stop you from having these feelings.

You’ve been frequenting your visit with Jungwoo, just for the sole purpose of distraction. Because it was surely amusing to watch him decline date invites from men and women alike, who holds up the line in his little café. But you’re suddenly into people watching. You watched everyone’s gesture, developing the habit after having spaced out a lot of times. And Jungwoo’s café was the perfect place for it.

You also visited the daycare a lot. Finding comfort in the two girls, while also playing with some of the kids there. And it also piqued at you at Hyunjin and Seungmin’s predicament. After Hyunjin’s puppy love confession, the two have been inseparable. Always doing things together, confiding in the other, when one is lonely. And you felt jealousy for the kids, because you wanted to do the same with Minho.

….

…

You wanted what with Minho?!

You dropped the clay pot you were holding, breaking it to pieces, as both Sana and Minho rushed to your side.

“Y/n, are you okay? Are you hurt?” Minho fumbled, grasping your hand and stepping you away from the broken pieces of clay on the floor. Searching and scanning your hands for any scratch or open wound.

“I’ll go get the broom, you two don’t make a move or touch anything,” Sana hurries to the back room to pick up the long broom and pan.

You were too focused on your hands that were enveloped by Minho’s slightly larger ones.

You wanted to hold hands with Minho. You wanted to hold his hands, the way Hyunjin and Seungmin does. Not platonically, but romantically. You wanted to be there for him when he’s feeling alone, so you can give him your undivided love and affection.

That’s when it hit you that you really were feeling something more for your childhood friend.

“Y/n?” He looks into your eyes with unbridled concern and…love? “You can sit this one out and rest if you're not feeling well. I can even talk to Changbin so you don’t have to go to work.” His thumbs were rubbing the back of your hands in comfort, and it triggered the butterflies inside you stomach, especially now that you’ve something to name that feeling you had been feeling the past few weeks.

Love and hurt. Longing and jealousy.

Sana walks back into the room and starts sweeping hurriedly, all the while speaking out her concern for you. She was about to walk back to the back room of the shop to look for any medicinal herbs for if you did have any injuries.

But you ran away.

You fled from the scene, right after yanking your hands from the comfort of Minho’s calloused ones. Hearing both the concerned and shocked calls from Minho and Sana.

More than heart racing and fluster, you were feeling shame, regret and sadness at the late realization. The hurt from weeks of having it unnamed had increased ten fold now that you have a name for your emotion.

So you ran and ran, until you found yourself once more inside the daycare. It was still early, the kids were yet to be dismissed, so you halt in your running to catch your breath. Your feet aching from the heels you wore. Looking for a bench to sit on along with the other parents and guardians who were waiting. Minju got out on one of the rooms, and was surprised to see you come earlier.

“You’re here early. Anything happened?” She asked, concern written in her face as she scanned your out of breath form.

“We’ll talk later, you just go and finish what you need to do,” you assured her, not wanting to get her in trouble for talking during work hours.

Half an hour passed and the kids were finally dismissed. The five mischievous boys were still around, along with the three other little girls who were busy in their own world.

Minju found it appropriate that you now enter the room, sitting you down on the floor next to one of the children’s small table. “I’ll prepare some tea,” she says, scurrying to the daycare’s small kitchen in the back.

You were left with Dahyun who was quick to sit next to you on the floor. Your skirts littered the floor in bunches. “You need some water, you look like you ran around the country,” Dahyun said, handing you a glass of water.

You were quick to down the glass, and settle it gently on the small table. “I did. I did run to here.” You heaved in and out in slow breaths.

Dahyun nodded her head, sensing something good or interesting has happened. She leaned closer, her hands resting her chin as her elbows were propped on the table.

You know the look she’s giving so you spoke, “not until Minju is seated.” You scoffed, turning your head away as you weren’t really in to explaining everything that happened in repeated times.

Once the girl did arrive, you were quick to explain why you ran, coming to a conclusion, “I also just now realized my feelings for Minho…” You spoke timidly, unbeknownst to you the eavesdropping ears of the rascals.

“I knew it! Ms. Y/n does like Sir Minho!” Jisung announces, more so quick to celebrating than the two older girls.

“Ms. Y/n don’t worry, I’m sure Sir Minho likes you as well,” Chaeryeong spoke timidly, but her eyes sparkled.

“You rascals, you should never listen to adults talking,” Dahyun scolded light heartedly. The kids running away as she chased them around the room.

You thanked her for having quick senses on your feelings of vulnerability. You knew the kids meant well, but you were really in need of some safe space at the moment. Minju took your hand in hers, sandwiching it in comfortable warmth.

You’ve always been jealous of Minju having soft and smooth hands, as yours have always been rough at such a young age. Despite being soft, the surface of your hands were always rough, and littered with creases and lines. It was one of your insecurities, which was why you were quick to pull your hands away from Minho earlier.

“I’m proud of you coming to terms with your feelings, sweetie. But, I need you to be more confident in yourself. I can sense you feeling hesitant and insecure.” Minju softly voiced, giving you hand gentle massages to ease you from your worries. “Will you tell me what you feel at the moment?”

You sighed deeply, before speaking out your thoughts. “I feel very much insecure, you’re right.”

Minju nodded, “will you tell me what you’re most insecure about? I won’t pressure you if you feel uncomfortable.” She speaks, all the while giving your hand gentle presses.

“I just suddenly feel defeated… I feel like I’m not worthy of having Minho. I’m not perfect like Sana. And they especially look good together. Minho looks really comfortable with her, and I felt like I’m disrupting them, when I finally came to terms with how I feel.”

Minju frowned, upset to hear you bringing yourself down. But she urged you to continue, wanting you to let out what you feel so you’d be carrying a lighter load in the future. And once you were done, she was quick to envelope you in her arms.

With you two having sat on the floor, it was easier to engulf you in warmth. You feeling small, yet safe around the warmth of your dear friend. Silently sobbing out your insecurities as she whispered the words you needed to hear in that moment.

Dahyun did her best to distract the kids and give you two the time you need, but she can only do as much, as the kids now turn their attention to you two.

Yongbok gasps, sparkles lighting his eyes as his freckles as the sight of you two, “it’s a cuddle pile!” The little boy giggles excitedly, wanting to be involved in the cuddles.

His twin, Jisung, joins. Running with arms wide open as the two tried their best to hug you and Minju with their little arms.

Jeongin, Chaeryeong, Yeji and Lia as well, running up to you and jumping to hug. Hyunjin and Seungmin going last. Seungmin a bit reluctant, but going along as Hyunjin tugged him along.

“You kids,” Dahyun sighed exasperated, however joining the pile as well, the last to wrap her arms around all of you, even if you all didn’t fit.

Minho wasn’t doing well. Even more heart broken with how you ran away from him; stressed because he never knew what the reason was for you to avoid him. Most of all, missing your cheery aura, that was all for him. He had a possessive side, that was much, but it wasn’t bad. He just was naturally drawn to you like a magnet.

“You should talk to Y/n,” Sana speaks up, noticing the broken look of Minho. “There seemed to be a misunderstanding.”

Minho looked back to her, confused.

“She likes you Minho, that much is obvious,” Sana chuckles. “But she seemed to look at us as something more. You know I don’t swing that way.”

Minho felt bare and exposed. Was he wearing his heart on his sleeves to be read that easily? Was it really obvious that he was giving you the heart eyes? The longing, forlorn looks? The subtle chuckles when he sees you communicating with the cats, but he very well knows that you aren’t on the same page as the cats—as he can communicate with them?

“Let’s close up the shop. You need time to gather your thoughts.” Sana gives him a reassuring smile and pat, leaving for the shop’s front door, and flipping the sign. Carrying the displays inside the shop, and doing a bit of sweeping.

Once Minho snaps out of his thoughts, he helped with closing the shop. A bit fidgety, he was. Concerned, of course, but he was formulating the things he wanted to say. And if Sana is right that you feel the same as him, then he needs to let it all bare. He has to be honest to you and clear up the misunderstanding.

After he closed the shop, and bidding Sana a farewell, he wrote a letter to Changbin, asking for a two day leave in your stead, explaining how you seemed to be out of it and not in the right mindset lately. But also leaving out the fact that he needs to talk to you about something important.

Minho calls for Soonie, asking the older cat to send the letter to Changbin. While some people had their own messenger birds, Minho mostly did his messaging through his cats. Not finding it fit to have a bird as a messenger when he had three cats.

After the older cat left, Minho quickly wrote another letter. This one was for you. Asking for some of your time and talk about what you were feeling. He tried to be very obvious in the letter that he missed you, and he hoped you were feeling up for it. He did say he would respect your decision if you wouldn’t want to talk at the moment.

And after having written the letter, he called for Dori, asking the young cat to deliver the letter. He then watched as the grey cat walked away happily and out of the shop through their little cat door.

“That’s unfair. Why don’t I get to deliver letters?” Doongie meowed, upset.

Minho scoffed at the second oldest. “You’re mischievous. Who knows what you could’ve done to the letter?”

Doongie meowed louder, “I’m literally a cat!”

Minho chuckled, tapping on to his thighs. “I’m sorry. I’ll let you send letters in the future.” He grinned, naturally weak for his cats.

And although Doongie was such a mischievous little one of his, he was grateful for the cuddles that the cat gave him. Automatically giving him comfort.

He decided that he needs the comfort of a male friend, so he made sure to take note in confiding to Jungwoo before he gets to talk to you.

A little while into the afternoon while walking on your way home, a white dove lands softly on your head; blocking your view with an envelope. You noticed the dove to be Changbin’s. You thought back to when Changbin had sent you a mail through his messenger bird, actually expecting a bird close to the more predator type, seeing as the man himself looked intimidating. But you may have judged him by his cover then, because Changbin was a pure and honest man himself.

Picking at the letter gently, you thanked the beautifully, untainted bird. The dove nuzzling the top of your head in affection before flying off.

Upon opening the letter, you see the words written in bold that you’re given two days off from work, without proper explanation. And as much as you want to storm to the pub, or even the man’s home itself, you knew just how stubborn Changbin is once he makes a decision.

Sighing, you snugged the letter safely inside your pocket.

Your mood have slightly improved with Minju and Dahyun’s comfort, as well as having the kids give you a cuddle pile. And you didn’t think you’d be taking advice from a child, but here you were, engraving young Hyunjin’s advice into your brain.

Honesty is the best way to go especially when communicating. Just let it all out Ms. Y/n. If Sir Minho loves you as well, then he will love your everything even if you hate them.

You sighed, thinking how running away from this would be useless. And if Minho were to not reciprocate your feelings, you deemed it better, as long as you know he’s happy. It would be worth the try. You just hoped he keeps being friends with you.

Your thoughts of planning to talk to him tomorrow, as you do have two days off, were interrupted as you felt something brushing on your legs. You look down to see Dori, who had a letter in its mouth. You knew then that it was a message from Minho.

Scared that it would be a message of him scolding you from earlier, you didn’t pick it up. You were afraid you’d let out some tears. Instead, you picked up the cat, and took long strides to your house, finding it more fit that you read the letter in a more private setting.

After setting Dori down inside your home, you gave the young cat some treats, and a small bowl of water. Taking the letter gently out of its mouth and opening it nervously.

However, upon opening, you were not greeted with the ominous aura or wording. Instead, you find that it’s quite hinting differently. At the very bottom, he was asking you to meet him at midnight at Mooncross Lake. The lake where you two would usually play to by yourselves when you were kids.

There seemed to be more to the letter as you read the first alphabets of each word at the left side of the paper. Each row’s first letters creating the phrase “I miss you.”

It raised your hopes. Heightened the feeling inside your stomach. Leaving your heart racing.

Minho knew you all too well. He knows how you loved solving puzzles, deciphering riddles, theorizing, and the like. And for him to incorporate as such in the letter, it left your mind at ease, all the while feeling hopeful.

Hopeful that he’d feel the same.

And so when night came, you were antsy. Dori left after demanding some cuddles from you, and you were left to feel anxious until you felt that it was finally time to meet up with Minho.

The track to the lake was safe, as the path were illuminated by magic lamps. If someone were to jump out of nowhere, and cause trouble, you were prepared; having a small emergency dagger around your neck.

The necklace having its pendant designed in the shape of a dagger. Only does it become the right hand held size when manifested with mana. It was a present that Jungwoo gave to you and Minju to help you to protect yourself especially at night.

Once you approach, the lake, you were greeted with the man’s silhouette, illuminated by the moonlight, both from the moon itself, as well as from the reflection of the lakes surface. The dark tones creating a mirror, an illusion of no land and only space.

You approached the form. An all to familiar form. You know it’s Minho, from all the times you’ve known him and looked at him, you have his everything memorized. Even the gestures and mannerisms he does.

“Minho?” You called out. Your voice acting as knife that cut through the night’s serene silence.

And you were right, as the silhouette now turned to you. Minho approached you, his leather shoes creating a rhythm with the grass and some fallen leaves. Accompanied were the sounds of metal clanking from the lamp he carried, along with the rustle of his rucksack making contact with his shirt. Only now did he light the lamp using the matchbox he had with him.

Setting down the lamp, he pulled out a small blanket from his rucksack. It looked to be the only thing in his pack. He sat down, both your distance from the lake, a good 10 feet away. Once he was comfortably seated, he held out his hand, asking for yours.

You hesitantly gave yours, but freed from his grasp just as fast after sitting. Minho looked away sadly, which you missed as you turned your head away. Both of you still wrapped around in misunderstanding but Minho wants to clear it up as fast, afraid to prolong the heartache he’s been feeling.

The serene silence turns tense. The crickets being the only one to speak its thoughts in the cold spring air.

“I…” Minho starts, after finally gathering his courage.

You turn to look at him, and with the lamp shining from below you two, you were able to make out the distant and hurt look that painted his face. It made your heart clench.

Why was he unhappy? Was the “I miss you” just you reading into too much things, and he’s actually just finding it hard to look for the words to say that he’s not interested in you?

Oh how you wished to go back through time to save yourself from the embarrassment waiting to happen.

“I’m sorry…” He says quietly. And as if the air wasn’t tainted with enough tension and awkwardness, the crickets have stopped their chorus, making the air more unbearable.

You couldn’t handle the tears, as they make their way out your orbs and dance freely to kiss the air of cool spring. You sobbed silently, you breathing held.

But how can you hold your breath for long? Of course you couldn’t. So the silence was once more disrupted as you heaved in deeply, the snot that has formed clogged your breathing, making it more audible that you were indeed crying.

“I know, let’s just stop this. Th-there’s clearly no way you would like me. Why did I even get my h-hopes up.” You sobbed in between your breaths.

Minho was worried with how you suddenly cried. Taking you in his arms, he started rubbing his hands up and down your back. He didn’t mind the wet patch that has formed as he leaned your forehead to rest on his shoulders.

“How can you think this way, Y/n? Of course I like you…” His other hand made it’s way to your head. Your hair loosely hanging, making it easier to thread his fingers through, massaging your scalp comfortingly.

“You’re obligated to like me…because I’m your, f-friend…” You never thought that the word friend could wound your heart so deeply.

Minho felt his heart ache. Did you really see his affection as an obligation?

“See it as you will, but I like you genuinely. I like you to the point it hurts my heart. You don’t even know how much you make me feel at ease when I’m with you…” Minho hugged you closer to him, afraid of losing you if he didn’t hold on tighter.

“I like you even more than how normal friends see each other. I see myself with you. In my past, my present, and future. I’m sorry I haven’t been verbal with my affection for you, but I don’t think words can explain how I feel, Y/n.”

Your sobbing dies down slowly, as you listened to him further explain. And the more he explained, the more your heart was left beating.

“I’m sorry for the unnecessary misunderstanding I’ve created, Y/n. I never wanted to get rid of you. I never even had the slightest thought about it…” Minho explains, after having talked with Jungwoo. Your friend reading your feelings as something akin to fear. It was close, because you did have a fear of losing Minho.

“But, you like Sana. I know, because you look at her with something… it’s something close to love…And when she looks at you, you suddenly look away…” You clenched on Minho’s shirt. Hurt flashing across you once more as you thought to that scene of Minho looking fondly at Sana.

Minho is baffled. He doesn’t even remember looking at the girl in that way. Could it have been a coincidence? Because he remembers looking at you with heart eyes—admittedly—and it just so happens that Sana is right behind you, catching him on the act, that probably triggers his flustered reaction.

Suddenly he can’t help but let out a fond chuckle. And it hurt you more, thinking that he’s ridiculing you, causing you to slightly push him away.

The gesture clutches at Minho’s heart, but he has to clear up the misunderstanding before even thinking about giving up.

“You never let me explain properly…” Minho sighs, taking one of your hand still in his.

You looked away in shame. Ever since talking to him finally, you never made the first step, even having the guts to push him away and put words in his mouth.

As if sensing your negative thoughts, Minho’s other hand cups your jaw, turning you to look at him straight in the eyes, as he starts explaining properly. “Me turning away, was due to Sana catching me in the act of looking at you, fondly.”

“I don’t think I can ever look at someone the same way I look at you. I want you to trust me. To believe me; that my heart is only for you.” He placed a kiss on your forehead, before continuing, “besides, Sana is married, and I believe she’s not interested in men.”

At the news, your eyes grew like saucers. You never noticed this, not even the ring that glistens on Sana’s finger whenever the sun’s ray hit her hands. How could you have missed that?

“Why do you think I let Sana be under your wing? Other than you being more than capable enough to teach a newcomer, it’s also because she said that she’d be more comfortable if she worked with the same gender.” Minho spoke, explaining how Sana had spoke vaguely about having bad experiences with men.

“She seemed comfortable with you though?” You asked, still quite confused.

“About that,” Minho chuckles again, his cheeks now a blooming shade of pink, a tint of yellow from the lamp’s candlelight making the shade a bit orange. “Sana thought we were married, and just so happened to be in a quarrel.”

It was your turn to flush. The thought of being married with Minho fluttered your heart to no end.

“A lot of people seemed to think that way…” Minho spoke. He’s hinting something. Hinting at you how both your affection for each other goes beyond being just friends, that people could easily mistake you for a couple.

“I don’t think I’m done explaining what I feel, but I can’t find any more words, so I will let you have your turn to speak. And if time comes I need to explain more, I will keep letting you know, until you know just how much I adore you; romantically. Because I promise you, no words can explain just how much I feel for you.”

Tears well up in your eyes; overwhelm being an understatement. “I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you,” you started, heaving in another breath as another wave of tears wells up and ready to fall. “I was scared of losing you, I didn’t know what to do.”

You sniffled, wiping the tears that can’t stop falling. Minho now cupping your cheeks with both hands as he did the wiping for you, making a silent promise to never give you any reason to cry.

“You—she…she just seemed so perfect for you. I can never compete. I’m just me. She’s almost sent from the heavens, made for you. And her hands look soft and smooth and perfect for you…”

Minho grasps your hands with both of his, resting them on his face, “but these are the hands that I love. These hard working ones who helped get through the day. These gentle hands that holds mine when I need them. These caring hands that took care of my kids and flowers with so much care in the world.”

He retaliates your insecurities with the things he came to love about you, and it brought more than enough comfort inside you. “Your hands are rough, and it’s enough proof for what kind of person you are. I’m not saying that Sana is the complete opposite and is lazy—as she’s hard working as well,” Minho chuckles, and it made you let out one as well, knowing that the girl worked hard as well as everyone you knew. “But know that there’s more to you than what you seem. I want you to slowly see yourself the way others, especially the ones you’re close with, see you.”

You nod your head, closing the gap between you to and wrap yourselves once more in a comforting hug. “I apologize again for ignoring you,” you whispered sadly.

Minho rubs your back comfortingly, “I admit I was hurt, but it’s all okay now. As long as you’re here with me.”

You finally sighed contently after weeks of constant hurt and confusion, that you let the words slip past easily from your lips, “I love you.”

Minho can’t help the lovesick grin forming on his lips, as he replied back, “I love you, too.”

An eruption of butterflies from both of you, along with the racing of heart beats, that you swore you can feel his in sync with yours through his thin shirt.

“Does this mean I’m yours?” You asked curiously with a shy smile, looking up from where you rested your head on his shoulder.

Minho’s smile never faded, only growing wider that the corners of his eyes wrinkles in happiness. “Yes. As I am yours, too.”

Your heart wrenches in pain, but not from hurt. You feel something close to a flower blooming, and it was enough explanation that you were absolutely in love with your childhood friend.

“I’m yours, and you’re mine.” You whispered to yourself, smiling.

Minho hears, and replies, “Yes, I’m yours and you’re mine.” He smiles to himself, humming a song in content as he pressed occasional kisses on top of your head, and on your hands that were interlocked. Watching the scenery, just in time as the nocturnal flowers start to bloom, where some even emitted a gentle, blue glow.

Minho could’ve gone with confessing during the day where the flowers were most beautiful to admire and would fit the situation, but this worked well. The night in combination with the nocturnal flowers. They’re like you, he thinks. You’re most active in the night and he found it as beautiful as the flowers in the day. And he thinks that this moment he shares with you tonight, is still as perfect and budding with romance as any other spring love told.

#skz lee minho x reader #lee know x reader #skz lee know #skz fluff #skz angst #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz oneshots #from bruh-changbin's spring fling collab

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writerblock-sucks · 2 years

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🎥 : CASE 143 !

Album Name !! maxident

Music Video Release Date !! october 7th 2022

— 이것밖에 one four three

Line Distribution !!

1:10 - 1:19 originally bang chan

1:39 - 1:42 shared with hyunjin

2:11 - 2:16 originally felix

2:29 - 2:33 originally han

not including adlibs

Music Video Lookbook !! with accessories details

the cop outfit matches the color palette of the rest of the members, with black high boots, fuzzy heart cuffs on her hip and mace

the sailor hat says “fae” the tights have white hearts

Solo / Dou / Group Scenes !!

in the opening faith is dressed as a maid standing next to hyunjin with a duster, when felix is sitting to eat chicken, faith is on the opposite side of the table

after the fire starts she’s seen drawing on the wall but is left unfinished, after i.n runs into her, knocking her down

police faith is in the background at the police scene, handing coffee over to hyunjin

at the crime scene, faith is walking around and sees the half-written message from maid faith, she figures out what it means, and is seen walking to a door labeled “137”

1:10 - 1:19 faith makes the motion of typing on a keyboard and the rest are the keys, bang chan still does the hop, think of it as him being “printed” out

in the two halves scene. faith was marching and fell, bang chan helps her up (that was an accident but the director said it was perfect and kept it in)

taglist : @lovely-sanie @skzfairies @skz-angel @still-astray (feel free to send an ask to be on/off the taglist)

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subskz · 2 years

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OMG OMG OMG 😳 I just saw a post with pictures of skz edited into maid outfits FUCK THERES SOME WITH KITTY EARS TOO 🤩 a lot of it is Hyunjin and its not good for my heart

Bending him over while he’s wearing that AHHHHH just pulling up the skirt and fucking him without even taking off the his panties (and of course they’re lace panties :))) he’d try to bury his face in his arms and conceal his moans cause he LOVES this and he can’t stop making so much noise BUT no way is he gonna hide all those pretty whines so just pull his hair back and spank his ass (he loves the pain) and he doesn’t care anymore and he’s not allowed to touch his dick cause he’s there only for your use and ‘pleasure’ so he’s crying and blubbering and can’t ask for more cause he’s only here for his master,, until he comes just from his prostate with the loudest moan yet, his legs all jelly, and his cute dress is all ruined :((( but that’s ok cause he can just get another one if he can get fucked like that again :D

-🍔

OHH i think ive seen the hyunjin ones before omg i remember ❄️ anon sent them once! they were so well edited whoever made them deserves a nobel peace prize

hyunjin in a maid dress never fails to make me lose it esp imagining those cute frilly stockings tightening around his thighs 🥰 the flustered squeak he’d let out when you flip the skirt of his dress up and reveal just how hard he’s become for you <3 and please the thought of him burying his face in his arms bc he’s just that desperate to muffle his moans however he can is so adorable…he might even have to bite down on them if he gets too overwhelmed hehe

#ask #🍔 anon #💌 hyunie #long post

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sleepylixie · 3 years

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6k words, Romance (Fluff/Angst), Royal AU, Enemies to Lovers, Beware of swearing

Crown Prince! Lee Minho X Crown Princess- Fem! Reader

Dear SKZ, with love with @districtninewriters

Music: Dynasty by MIIA, Ashes by Celine Dion, Speechless by Naomi Scott, Reflection by Christina Aguilera, My Tragedy by Taeyeon

A/N: HELLO I have been so excited to post this EHEHEHEHEHEH- Do let me know what you think of this fic, I’d love to hear feedback !! ONTO THE FIC!

Three soft knocks sounded outside your bedroom doors, prompting you to sit up and slip out of bed in a heartbeat. Sleep hadn’t been your best friend for a while, but there was a sense of peace in the mornings that couldn’t be found otherwise that had you waking up early anyway. The birds had just begun chirping with the sunrise, the first stirrings of the maids and servants causing quiet rustles outside your door.

Pulling a satin robe over your nightdress, you opened the door and ushered Han Jisung into your bedroom, taking a seat at your vanity. “What brings you here so early, Ji?” “This came in for you a few hours ago,” your closest confidante and cousin murmured, pulling out something from inside his jacket pocket and handing it over to you.

You studied the envelope you were holding, flipping it over a few times in your hands. The quality of the paper was nicer than normal, almost like whatever was inside was more important than just a regular letter. You weren’t expecting anything, let alone important or special. But it was definitely your name on the front. In a forcefully familiar, neat cursive you had been trying all too hard to forget. “It’s from Eriant’s crown prince.” Jisung sidled closer to you, his eyes glazed in simultaneous sleep and concern. Your eyebrows arched in mild annoyance as you frowned. “I thought I told the Court of Letters to burn anything from this sender.” “It…came with another letter. From Eriant’s King. ” Your ears perked at the weary concern coating Jisung’s rounded syllables. Nodding at him to speak, you let your fingers trace over the handwriting, momentarily thrown off by the memories that came flooding back to you with the sender- “Your father the King had you betrothed to the Crown Prince to repay the war debts.”

An outraged screech escaped your lips before you could reel it in, your lips stretching back in a furious snarl. Jisung strolled to the tea table for some hot chocolate, absolutely unfazed; he was expecting things to be thrown so this was a rather tame reaction in retrospect. Your hands crumpled the letter despite the weight and thickness, the scrawl disappearing in your clenched hands.

“The day men stop controlling my life is the day I will wipe my hands clean of them all.” You hissed between deep breaths. “Who does he think he is? Does he think he can coerce me into taking him back with a sham of a marriage?”

Ripping open the crumpled envelope, you pulled out the single leaf of heavy paper parked with the Eriant crest and the Crown Prince’s coat of arms- so he’d truly deigned to write to you himself. Jisung leaned closer to read the words in the letter, eyes narrowed and then wide as they scanned the contents.

“Apologies for the inconvenience… Betrothed to be married…moving to the castle… IN 2 DAYS?!” Your voice creaked and broke at the pitch of your furious scream, Jisung flinching from his proximity to your anger.

So much for peaceful mornings.

“The Eriant party is here, Your Majesty.” The Prime Minister whispered to your father, your ears perking at the heads-up. So, it was time. Court was well underway, the sun reaching the highest point in the sky outside the arched windows, the air dotted with murmurs and conversation.

“Allow them in,” The King responded before his sharp gaze landed on you. “Behave in a manner befitting of the future queen, daughter.” A blank stare was what he got in return, an eyebrow arched in polite derision. Despite making it abundantly clear that you were not interested in marrying the Eriant prince and would do everything in your power to put the wedding to a standstill, your father had refused to oblige.

“You were courting the prince but a year ago, daughter,” your father shouted, the maids in the corner cowering from his dangerous timbre. But you stood tall, teeth bared in a snarl of your own. “Things change in a year, father!” You exclaimed, the first embers of desperate anger sparking alive. “He’s aimless, a man of pointless rebellion. I don’t wish to be shackled to a man like that, especially one who will be my king, Velairen’s King!” “The Crown Prince has reformed his past rebellious ways. I’m sure you of all people understand reform and poor judgement, daughter.” A wildfire quickly spread across your head, your heart, burning your cheeks and fingertips and spine- “You will NOT dangle my past over my head and I will NOT marry Lee Minho. He is below me.” There was not a chance in hell that you would allow himself to be wed to him, not after everything that happened-No. No- But your father had pulled himself to his full height, the king’s authority ringing darkly in the wood panels of his study like an unbreakable decree. “You do not have a choice.”

“What do you mean, father?” you sneered, taking no small amount of delight in the quicksilver fury that passed by his eyes. “I am but a gift mare in your lost game, am I not?”

“You-” “Presenting the Princes of Eriant and their travelling party.” The herald’s loud voice cut across your father’s likely vicious response and you turned away to face the Courtroom.

Your back straightened against the back of your throne, skirts rustling quietly as you crossed your legs, wayward thoughts eddying and swirling in your mind. There was no way you were letting this accursed wedding happen, damn your father and his decisions-

The large double doors loomed open at the other end of the courtroom, revealing a group of people dressed in the navy blue, brown and silver- Eriant’s colours. The party moved into the hall, walking down the centre aisle to you, stopping a few feet shy of the steps to the thrones. There was an oddly heavy silence that rung through the walls of the Courtroom, almost like the attendees were holding their breath.

At the head of the party stood two young men, both wearing identical smiles of sheer irreverence. One was taller than the other, his hair a mess of inky black against his forehead. Quicksilver eyes met yours for a split second before your gaze met the other- your heart skipped a beat.

He was exactly as you remembered, but somehow older. The same sharp nose and jaw, but his stance was no longer hunched and defensive- he stood tall, shoulders straight, chin up… like a king. He had dark chocolate coloured hair now, parted messily to reveal one part of his forehead. Charcoal eyes that twinkled exactly the way you remembered- no. You wouldn’t remember. Never again.

Princes Minho and Seungmin stepped in front of the party, bowing neatly to you and your father. “Welcome to Velairen, Princes.” “The pleasure is ours, Your Majesty.” Seungmin’s smile widened as he bowed his head to you. “And you, Your Highness. Your agreement to this union is a matter of great honour for Eriant.”

Your eyebrows knitted scornfully, a soft scoff escaping your lips before you could control it. However, the words that left you were light in their countenance, easy and amused and just the right amount of coy. “One would think I was marrying you, Prince Seungmin, and not the Heir apparent who is yet to speak for himself.” The court and the Eriant party dissolved into amicable laughter, and the silence was broken. A small smile curled your lips as Lee Minho’s eyes landed on you. You held his gaze, deliciously cold and unfamiliar. You would not appear weak, not in front of him. Never again. “Heir apparent and your future queen’s betrothed.” The King stood from his throne amidst surprised gasps, the court’s attention now speared on him. “Because 3 months from now, your crown princess will be wed to Eriant’s first prince, a historical union between two ally countries-”

Before he could speak further, the court erupted into joyous celebration, the sounds of happiness ringing in your ears. You smiled widely, the picture-perfect bride-to-be and queen-to-be as you stood up and bowed to the revelling crowd.

From an outside point of view, the betrothal definitely did look like the dream alliance come true. Velairen and Eriant had been allies ever since the inception of the two countries, controlling the continent’s coastline together. During Velairen’s war with the inland desert tribes, Eriant sent troops and funds from their depthless coffers to aid Velairen’s victory. While your country won the war, the lands suffered from famine, bad trade and mourning- no way to repay Eriant for their loan….so here you were, pretending to be the blushing paragon of a happy bride. Pretending that you wanted to marry a snake in a fancy crown.

Sighing internally, you smoothed your skirts out as you sat down again, barely listening to your father’s emotional and thankful speech in honour of the many times Eriant has come to your country’s help and now, you get to repay them in kind with the hand of Velairen’s future queen. A hand that would never touch the prince’s, if you had anything to do with it-

“Thank you for the welcome, Your Majesty.” Lee Minho’s voice was like a jolt of recognition you would sell your soul to forget. “In honour of our betrothal, I have a small gift from Eriant’s treasury, for the newest jewel of our family. May I?”

You could have sworn you heard the ladies-in-waiting sigh dreamily amongst the courtiers, but all you could feel was belated disgust. Despite your inner turmoil, you smiled sweetly at him as your father nodded and let Minho walk up the steps to stop in front of your throne- where your skirts stopped. Too close for comfort.

You gulped as Minho’s clove and mint scent surrounded your senses, painfully familiar. Going down on one knee in front of you, he opened a black velvet box to reveal...fire. Your breath caught in your throat as you unconsciously put a hand out to run your finger over the row of twinkling red gemstones were inlaid into the white-gold ring…This ring had bottled a wildfire in it. “This is beautiful…” You breathed despite yourself, almost forgetting who was to slip that ring on your finger until-

“Of course, I chose it.” Minho grinned up at you, razor-sharp and devious- and you were brought back to reality. This wasn’t a true engagement. It never would be. You were nothing but one acquisition of many for Eriant, a conquest for its unruly crown prince.

“Thank you, Your Highness,” you murmured soullessly amidst the merrymaking that had ensued throughout the court at the sight of the two young royals together. You didn’t pretend to sound like anything you didn’t feel like- there was nobody listening anyway. Minho’s eyes darkened as he saw your enamoured expression shutter into a blandly happy mask as he slipped the ring onto your left hand.

“Glad you like it.” He said as he got to his feet, bowing his head to you and you raised your eyebrows, a small smile still playing at your lips. To anybody else, it would have looked bashful and happy, but Minho knew better- that smile was a promise of dark things waiting to happen. “What’s another ring in a queen’s trousseau?”

“Why aren’t you ready yet?” Jisung’s exasperated voice sounded from outside your bedroom, prompting you to giggle aloud as you reclined on an armchair fully dressed, an open book placed on your lap. You had been reading and oh, how unfortunate that-

“It’s only a meeting with my betrothed, cousin dearest,” you responded, closing the book and getting to your feet. “I’m sure he can wait for me.”

“You’re almost an hour late!!” your cousin exclaimed, pounding on the door once more. “I’m not going to be fired by Uncle for your impertinent behaviour, so you better haul your royal ass out before I pick the lock and drag you downstairs by your ears!”

“Tsk, such a killjoy.” you purred, walking to your bedroom door and pulling it open, smile only widening at the sight of a red-cheeked, annoyed Han Jisung. “After his betrayal with this betrothal, I could ask for moon cheese and my father would have to oblige. You’re stuck with me, cousin dearest.”

“You and I both know you’re stalling because you’re scared of looking Minho in the eye, so drop the act, will you?” Jisung responded brusquely, rolling his eyes. A shiver tracked down your spine, unbeknownst to your cousin. He wasn’t wrong.

The Eriant party had taken up comfortable residence in… you guessed it, the princess’ wing. Your wing. And yet, you had managed to avoid Minho over the past week as he got accustomed to his new temporary residence and explored the capital city. Seungmin had caught your eye a few times, bowing his head and smirking as you passed him by. Minho, however… if anything, you were fairly sure he was avoiding you himself, judging from how atrociously easy it was to avoid him despite living in the same wing.

“A queen doesn’t act; others are just judgemental.” You scoffed dramatically, looping an arm around Jisung’s, giggling at the exaggerated huff that left your cousin’s lips. “The things I do for family.” He grumbled, letting you drag him out of your drawing room and into the corridors, a grateful smile quirking your lips.

Jisung had been your closest friend since you could remember- he had seen you grow up from an unruly, spiteful little princess into a dignified royal. At least for appearance’s sake. He knew how pained you were after the events that began your enmity with Eriant’s crown prince, the nights you’d spent staring into the night with nobody but the moon for company. You knew he had your best interests at heart- Jisung would not watch you hurt because of Lee Minho again.

“The Princess is here,” Jisung announced as you stepped into the room, your gait slow and casual. Instantly, you could sense the frustration the Crown Prince was exuding- you coughed a giggle into your hand at the sight of Minho’s furrowed brows and gritted teeth.

“Sorry I’m a little late,” you apologised airily as you slid into a chair, nodding to Seungmin and the blonde boy you recognized as the Eriant ambassador to Velairen, Lee Felix. “I got caught up in a prior commitment.” Jisung took a seat next to you, leaving you seated between him and Seo Changbin- the Minister of the Treasury and another of your close friends. The Eriant princes and Felix were seated opposite to the three of you on the long conference table, Minho directly opposite to you. Changbin dropped a quick kiss onto your cheek after you settled yourself onto the chair.

“Was the commitment of a literary nature?” he murmured, prompting you to laugh heartily. “Oh, you know me too well, dearest.” The incredulous glare Minho was giving you wasn’t lost on you- he was making no attempt to hide his emotions, it seemed. “Can we get the proceedings started now?” You asked pleasantly. “Unlike some crown princes who can loaf their lives away, I have places to be.”

The stab of amusement that tingled your spine at Minho’s affronted expression was too satisfying to let go of. He made it too easy, offending him. Seungmin coughed into his hand, a cough that sounded suspiciously like a laugh, his silver eyes twinkling in amusement. “Of course, Your Highness,” he said, his voice deep and as pleasant as yours.

“Before anything, can we drop the honorifics? If we are to be family, honorifics mean nothing.”

A scoff escaped Minho’s lips at your request and you levelled a stare at him, bordering on ice cold. “Of course you’d want to drop the honorifics, Princess.” Minho’s voice matched you for bland pleasantry- “You’re getting married above your station after all, to a country bigger and better than yours will ever be.” And finally, the snake spits its venom.

Before you could snarl a furious response, Jisung and Changbin’s hands caught each of yours, squeezing in a warning. Not now, they seemed to say. Not now, you can rip into him later.

Teeth gritted, you turned your attention to Felix, who seemed to be cursing his luck for getting him caught in this royal crossfire. “You were saying, Ambassador?” You prompted him, pointedly ignoring Minho’s jab. Felix started and sat up straight, clearing his throat. “Yes, so, this meeting was to figure out your public appearances for the next 4 months.” Oh, stars. “Jisung and I will be managing your appearances and schedules for the next few months. On an average, you two will have to be seen together at least thrice a week- balls, charities, union meetings…wedding shopping.” He choked out and almost instantly, Minho rolled his eyes.

“Judging by the…animosity, can being cordial to each other in public be an acceptable request of the two of you?” Felix’s eyes flitted between the two of you nervously. Poor boy, he must be getting paid handsomely to put up with these rich brats. A pleasant smile lit up your face, reaching out to pat Felix’s hand where it was resting on the table. “Don’t worry, Felix. I’m not much trouble. I can manage myself in public.” Almost instantly, Felix relaxed, an uncertain smile passing across his features- “Of course she can, pretending is the only thing she does decently.”

Changbin’s hand tightened around yours, while Jisung’s grip loosened. Minho was treading the line between impoliteness and disrespect and it was clear that Jisung already had had enough of him. Still, you continued to ignore him, opting to turn to your cousin.

“What’s the first schedule we have together?” Saying the words left such a bitter taste in the back of your tongue. “Your mother The Queen’s picnic with high society at high noon tomorrow. That’s your formal introduction into the society, princes,” Jisung nodded to Minho and Seungmin, before turning to Felix. “We’d appreciate it if we get this meeting over with as soon as possible, we have a meeting with the ministry right after this.” You pursed your lips in amusement; Jisung really didn’t like Minho. You didn’t have anything scheduled after this but a peaceful afternoon in the gardens.

Minho coughed into his tea, a jeer barely hidden behind the teacup and this time, you let your chilling stare bore into him, an eyebrow raised. “Do you have anything to say that contributes to this conversation?”

He smirked, setting his teacup down. “You’ve not changed a bit, have you.” Changbin’s eyes narrowed at the disdainful undertones on his voice, but you surreptitiously patted the top of his hand before steepling your fingers on top of the table. “What makes you think so, Minho?” “You’re still the people pleasing little girl who waltzed every night away with different men. You’re still no better than a lowly courtesan, vying for a richer man’s attention-“

A gasp cut off his venomous words, his eyes betraying the pure rage coursing through his system at the sight and sensation of cold tea soaking the front of his clothes but before he could say another word- A resounding smack sent his head reeling to the side, the sheer force leaving his ears ringing. You knelt on top of the table in front of him, your teeth gritted in a barely restrained anger- the sheer fucking audacity -

Jisung, Changbin, Seungmin and Felix had shot to their feet in shock, only watching as you caught the front of blazer and brought him closer to your face, eyes not leaving his. “You never knew anything about me, Lee Minho,” You murmured softly. “You never did, you never will.” Jisung and Changbin had reached over to catch each of your shoulders, gently hauling you back from Minho but your fingers tightened on the lapels of his blazer, pulling him to his feet and halfway over the table with you. “So don’t sit there with your holier-than-thou attitude and think that I will take it lying down. I am not your doormat, but I have no qualms making you mine.”

Minho collapsed onto his seat as Jisung and Changbin dragged you over the table and set you on the floor, your chest still heaving slightly. Almost immediately, Jisung pulled you towards the double doors you had entered through, Changbin bowing before heading behind the both of them. Seungmin coughed when the doors closed behind the three of them. “That’s her, huh.”

Minho let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding, a hiss escaping his teeth when his brother’s cool fingers prodded his cheek where she’d slapped him. She was just as he remembered- a spitfire with unexplained elegance, a hurricane barely contained in human skin. She was exactly as his dreams painted her to be for the past year, so fiery and real…a human embodiment of the ring he had gotten made for her. The regret that had racked his system for a year pricked the back of his eyes and he blinked aggressively, willing the emotions away from his face.

She hated him for his reckless behaviour. She would never trust him again after the way he had behaved with her back then- betrothal, marriage or a shared crown be damned. “Yes, that’s her.” //

“Felix, you are excused. Ji, I’ll drop by your chambers later. Leave us alone for a bit.”

You growled the second your drawing room door closed behind the both of you as well as Jisung and Felix. The four of you and Seungmin had been at the Minister of Foreign affairs’ charity ball that evening, so you were all dressed in Lord Hyunjin’s chosen dress code- black and gold.

Minho had been watching you rather oddly at the beginning of the night but you’d chosen to pointedly ignore them, as you always did. Hyunjin had swept you into his arms for your first dance, the most gracious host honouring the lovely crown princess. He had held you close as you chuckled and laughed against his shoulder, thoroughly enjoying your childhood friend’s talent in dance and his innate ability to set the most stressful situations at ease.

When you turned back to your…your fiancé, however, he had taken up residence in the midst of a gaggle of ladies, all giggling and preening around him. You had pushed down the raging fire taking root at the pit of your stomach and stalked to him, asking for a dance- only to be ignored, dismissed with nary but a second glance from Minho. You had been saved from humiliation by a dark-eyed Jisung, who had swooped in and taken your outstretched hand, leading you into an easy waltz. What happened next, however…

“I’ve about had it with you for the past month, you prick,” Turning and advancing on Minho, you pushed him back with two hands on his chest. He stumbled and quickly straightened himself, a haze of anger numbing his own senses.

“Well, you really want to duke it out now, fine. Let’s talk.” Minho crossed his arms. Your face burned with a barely restrained annoyance and for a second, Minho’s heart sank. Had he crossed a line today?

The past month had been torturous for the ‘happy couple’. Velairen was overjoyed to see the queen-to-be and her beloved fiancé stepping into the limelight almost every other day, their love a picture-perfect union. You had laughed and smiled at Minho, let your fingers brush his knuckles and grip his arm, let him lead you in dances and feed you cupcakes at every ball and celebration you could humanly attend together.

Minho, to his credit, had played along. He never failed to offer you his arm on walks, always helped you fix your outfits, dropped ‘secret’ kisses against your cheek and temple, soft and loving and the paragon of a fiancé in love.

But little did Velairen know, the war that the ‘happy couple’ waged behind the scenes. How your hands would always clutch Minho’s bicep a touch too roughly, almost enough for him to wince. How you would deliberately step on his toes mid-dance and giggle airily, apologizing and shying away like a bashful bride. How Minho would trip you on walks and then proceed to catch you, cursing the cobblestones in the most gallant manner. How he would butt into your conversations with dukes and have ‘politely flirty’ conversation with the fawning ladies-in-waiting. Tonight, however…

“Do I really have to go over how much of an absolute ass you looked like in the ball tonight? How you undermined me?”

Minho scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You were the one simpering and falling all over that Lord Hyunjin.”

“He’s like my brother, you possessive idiot!” You threw your arms up in exasperation. “And I can’t bring myself to care about you going around behaving like a man whore. Just try to be a little discreet about it, will you?”

Deep down, your words hit Minho with shards of hurt. Was that how low you thought of him? Despite the bile and nausea that rose to his throat at the thought, he swallowed, before speaking again.

“If that’s not your concern, then what is? The tripping? Surely you’re not that juvenile. You had your revenge on my toes for that-“ “You undermined me in front of the FUCKING MINISTRY!” Your voice rose to a yell and Minho pursed his lips. He truly had crossed a line tonight. You continued, your voice still loud and furious.

“You told the fucking Minister of Education that the only reason I have a crown on my head is because of my blood and not my capability.” You fumed. “I should have you thrown into the dungeons for your thoughtless impertinence.” And the anger came rushing back to his body, replacing any semblance of regret he harboured for his (albeit) false words.

“You don’t have the authority to do that, princess,” he spat out the last word like a mockery of it’s meaning and you stiffened, your vision going red.

“The only thing royal about you is your royal ego, Minho.” You snarled at him. “You’re in my palace. My turf. I can do whatever I wish to you, short of pulling your tongue out.” “Like you can afford to hurt me in any way,” Minho scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Eriant would have your head if I went back disfigured.”

“That’s what you do best, don’t you?” You grinned mockingly, crossing your arms. “Hide behind your country’s prestige like a little boy.” Minho’s eyes darkened, his jaw tight in anger but you found yourself still talking, letting the words slip out of you unrestrained.

“You don’t know a thing about the power you hold other than lording it over people’s heads, PLEASE,” you spit, prodding his chest with a finger. “don’t think, even for a second, that I will ever take you or this sham of an engagement I’m trapped in seriously.”

Turning your back on him, you stalked to the low tea table and poured yourself some water in a bid to calm yourself, when Minho let out a derisive laugh behind you. “There it is. You’re trapped in this engagement? Do you ever think about the unfortunate souls that have to deal with your narcissistic self?” Your fingers tightened around the glass; you would not respond with the anger he was asking- no, begging for any further. “Everything is about you, isn’t it? Your betrothal, your crown, your country, your ice-cold heart and your inability to love-“

Judging from the way your body stilled, he knew he’d touched a nerve. But when you turned to face him, Minho was not prepared to see tears lining your red-rimmed eyes. He didn’t expect the sight to affect him the way it did, feel like his heart had just dropped a thousand feet, heavy and regretful.

“Is that what you think?” “I-I just-“Minho sucked in a deep breath, an attempt to calm the ice-cold panic that was seeping into his veins. “That crossed a boundary. My apologies. I did not mean to say that.”

You only scoffed tearfully in response, a…no, that wasn’t a smile, that was an unfeeling curl of your lips that couldn’t be deigned a smile. “You wouldn’t have said that had you not thought it true, Minho.”

Suddenly you weren’t the headstrong, stubborn, reckless girl Minho was used to seeing, the one with a viper tongue and wolves’ claws. Suddenly, you were the teenager who was used to getting what she wanted, even in the realm of love- the young girl who laid her eyes on men and ladies who fascinated you and did all you could to claim them. Suddenly, you were the young princess who had laid eyes on a young Lee Minho and had instantly wanted him- the blooming young lady new to high society, having eyes only for the rebellious, sharp-tongued, young prince with a smile that could fell kingdoms.

The queen-to-be who never really stopped having eyes only for the king-to-be.

“You found it so easy to dismiss me as a player, a royal rake with no human feeling whatsoever, didn’t you?” You laughed humourlessly, brushing past Minho to flop on the drawing room couch. His eyes followed you, his place at the edge of the rug still unchanged.

“You made it easy to do that, princess,” Minho murmured, his voice soft, placating, hesitant- almost like he was treading a thin line between setting off your anger or god forbid, hurt you again. “Your reputation preceded you.”

“My reputation painted me without virtue, without honour but it didn’t paint me without a heart, prince.” To that, Minho had no answer. The fight left his body, his shoulders slumped in defeat. His body steered him to the armchair next to you, sinking onto the plush cushions. “You’re right.”

“You heard a part of one conversation I had with a lady-in-waiting who wanted to bed you and instantly assumed you were yet another conquest for me.” You pulled your body upright, your tear-streaked face at odds with your pin-straight back and upright chin. This was a future queen in front of him, Minho realized. A queen who had stood trial for her poor decisions in the past and had never shirked into the darkness in fear of being wrong.

“I told her you were my conquest and that you were already crawling into bed with me so that she wouldn’t hound you. Because-“ you gulped, before spitting out the words that choked you on the way out. “Because I was jealous.” Oh.

“I was jealous because I saw you dally with that lady-in-waiting before…before we began courting. I didn’t want you to see how- I didn’t want you to see all the beauties Velairen had to offer and decide I wasn’t it for you. And that thought terrified me.” Oh. Oh.

“I’ll admit, I- I courted you only out of curiosity for your pretty face- But I swear, when I spoke to that noble, I already knew I was in love with you. Had been for a while. Those 3 months of courting you was probably the most- the only time courting felt right.” Well, damn.

Every cruel word he’d thrown at you after eavesdropping on that fateful conversation and the past month…it was all for naught. You had never been the rake, the rebellious player that rumor and reputation painted you out to be. His insult to your character a year ago was what pushed you away from him, unhesitatingly having chosen yourself over a prince who clearly didn’t know enough about you. “I love you.”

A sharp intake of breath was the only response Minho received in response to his blurted confession, your eyes wide with disbelief. “You what?” “I love you. I always have.” Minho’s mouth worked on instinct now, pouring out the words that had been brewing in the back of his mind for a year, weighed down by guilt, regret, embarrassment-

“I panicked when I heard you tell that noble that I was nothing but a conquest. I thought I was more to you. I wanted to be more to you, but there you were, making it abundantly clear that you weren’t. I panicked. The things I said, I didn’t mean a single word of them. Not a single one of them.”

Minho risked a glance at you, Your jaw was slack in surprise, your eyes still wide, fingers still clutching your dark skirts tightly, like you were struggling to stay in reality. The expression enough was almost enough for him to mentally slap himself to shut up, but he was beyond silence now-

“This betrothal was probably the best thing that could have happened to me. It brought me back to you. But when I saw the hatred you still had for me…I didn’t know how else to respond to your jibes. I’m truly sorry about all of it.

“I know my apology doesn’t take back all the absolutely shitty things I’ve said. I won’t expect you to take me back after everything. But could I…could I ask you for another chance?” and out of instinct, his body moved to kneel on one knee in front of you, a choked sob escaping your lips. “Minho-“

“Let me prove to you that I- I mean what I said. Because I do, I really do.” Minho’s hand curled around yours, the hand you wore the ring Minho had given you. “Will you…will you let me prove it to you?” A beat of silence turned to two, three, ten… “Yes.”

“JISUNG! Seungmin’s shadowing us!” You called out, chuckling when you heard the amused groan from behind the curtains. The second Eriant prince slinked out and threw you a two fingered salute, his eyes twinkling. You responded in kind, winking at him as he slipped out of your drawing room, just as Jisung walked in from your bedroom, arms laden with boxes. “Stay out of the bride’s room, best man!” Jisung yelled to the open drawing room door, only getting a distant chuckle and a resounding NO in response.

“He idolizes your rake phase.” Jisung grumbled, carefully placing the boxes on the tea table as you laughed aloud, crossing your legs. “And here I was, thinking he was just spying on me for his brother.”

“Well, that too.” Changbin grinned as he walked into your drawing room with Hyunjin, each with a gift box in hand. “My my, for all the love I’m receiving, I should have gotten married earlier!” You grinned, rising to pull both the Ministers into a hug. “Don’t flatter yourself, this is only going to last for the next hour.” Hyunjin stuck his tongue out, ruffling your hair affectionately. “When you get back from Eriant after the tour, you’re going to be treated as woefully normal. As Queen and not Minho’s Wife.” Minho’s wife. The words still sent a giddy jolt down your spine.

True to his words that night, Minho had proved his love to you, a little by little, day by day. This time, there was no misunderstanding and oh, the way his love bloomed. He greeted you with love letters with your morning tea and later, forehead kisses and lazy cuddles in bed.

He had taken his word very seriously and stoutly refused to speak against you for another month until you goaded him into banter again, stating that his sharp tongue was just another thing you adored about him.

Which was why you didn’t have to hesitate when he proposed marriage to you yet again, in the royal garden amongst red roses and white lilies, moonlight striking your happy tears as you said the magic word- “Yes.”

Life was a little brighter now. Not from hate, no. This time, from love. From Minho.

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sunshineseung · 3 years

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Skz in feminine underwear~

Jisung

Did it as a joke a first

But now he can’t live without wearing pretty lingerie lol

Loves very strappy and bright pieces

Anything that looks too complicated when he first opens the package

Wears lingerie just for you to cover him in ropes hehe

Likes you degrading him for liking wearing panties

Also wears your underwear a lot

Any lingerie you buy is presumably shared with Jisung

“Ooo, did you just buy this? I look good in it too ;)”

Sends you pictures of him in your lingerie to tease you while you’re out

Cute lingerie makes him extra bratty so good luck with that

Felix

He saw the guys in maid dresses trend on tiktok and vowed to do better than all of them

Adores wearing dresses and dressy lingerie

Bc you can see the skirt stick up when he’s hard 😔

But also likes doing chores for you lol

Let him cook for you in his lingerie please

Then rail him afterwards

And during

... and before

He gets super horny just putting the lingerie on and looking in the mirror

“Take pictures of me please!!!”

All the photos stay on your phone for when you need them

Basically begs for praises while he’s dressed up

And you’re happy to supply

Seungmin & Jeongin next!!!

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foenixs · 3 years

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for the mtl game; skz and petplay please!

the question is, who wouldn't be into pet play in skz? seriously, they are THE group when it comes to pet play

most

Hyunjin

Felix

Seungmin

Minho

Jisung

Jeongin

Changbin

Bang Chan

least

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Hyunjin - KITTEN MAID! he was born to be put in a maid outfit, decorated with cute furry ears and and tail that he has to trap in his butt. he absolutely loves getting railed while you bend him over the living room table, violently ripping out his tails before pushing in your strap, his skirt folded onto his back. licks his fist before brushing it through his hair, crawling on all fours and bending down in front of you to show you how well he’s kept in the toy. wants to be petted and called your dumb kitten and made to lick the floor clean (is a slut if I’ve ever seen one but covers it up with cuteness)

Felix - sweet innocent kitten that blushes everytime your fingers touch his bare thighs. likes to wear a sweater and thigh highs in addition to the kitten essentials. wants you to play with him and needs a lot of physical contact (jumps on your back while you are cooking and lays across your lap when you’re trying to watch tv) has the biggest smile splayed across his cheeks as he waits on his knees for you to come home, purring when you stroke his cheek

Seungmin - it takes a while for him to open up about this kink, but once he does, he never wants to take the puppy ears off again, it’s like they are literally part of his body. wants to be trained by you, always attached to a leash that you drag him around with. it’s more than just sex to him, he wants to be your good puppy, always, never having to think on his own again

Minho - wants to be treated with the same care and love that he gives to his cats, even when he’s being bratty and running away with the food he stole from you. loves to be showered in presents and toys and wants to try them out as soon as they arrive

Jisung - the energetic puppy, you’re gonna need a lot of patience to put up with him! he likes normal sex, but sometimes he craves the special attention you give him when he is all dressed up and on all fours for you. likes to misbehave and not follow orders on purpose but only so you tug harshly on his leash, reminding him of who he belongs to

Jeongin - prefers age play over pet play, wanting nothing more than to be your good babyboy, but after overhearing a conversation you had with your best friend about how much you love catboys, he decides to surprise you with a choker that has a bell attached to it and two kitten ears clipped to his hair. after praising about how cute he looks and how much you liked this surprise he might wear the accessories more often

Changbin - big bunny boy, doesn’t really like being treated like an actual bunny but likes to wear the ears as accessory. it’s not really that big of a kink to him but the nickname “bunny” makes his stomach tingle and giggle shyly

Bang Chan - i can see him being your kitten for special occasions, but i don’t think he’s that high on pet or age play, the only roleplay he enjoys is stuff like doctor-patient or teacher-student play

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lixie-lovie · 3 years

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{ Rogue princess | skz }

l.felix x f!reader

Genre: ??? fluff, angst ig, royalty au, princess!reader, star child!felix, idk u tell me

Warnings: a bit angsty, bad relationships at the beginning, issues with parents, vague mention of past death, mention of animals, mentions of running away

((If anything needs to be added to warnings, lmk! I’ll fix it asap))

Word Count: 5.2k

Note: did I write this literally to comfort myself today? Yes. Have fun reading this reallllyyy self indulgent fic lolz. Hope anyone reading this has a good day! Ily

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A throne made of gold and satin-like velvet, all tyrian purple. Too large this seat felt, as did the hall full of people standing under gilded light filtering through the large stained glass window. Here you sat, next to your father in an even more ornate throne, in front of a crowd of people who knew your name, your face, but nothing of your soul.

They couldn’t name that green was your favorite color because of the trees you would catch glimpses of through the windows of your tutors room, ever strong through the seasons never having to carry the weight of a kingdom. They would never be able to name why ships made you weary and claustrophobic or that your favorite flowers of springtime are those that bloom away from the castles gardens when eyes aren’t watching. They couldn’t guess your favorite piece of music, the one you never heard at those god forsaken balls. They never could place that instead your favorite would be the one that came ever so gracefully from under your mother’s fingertips at the piano that used to spark so much joy in the hearts of the people, but now sat lonely collecting dust. They didn’t know you longed to reach the stars someday, yearning for their delicate freedom in the inky black sky. They couldn’t tell that you wondered if they felt out of place too.

More so than anything else, they could never guess how much you hated staring at the men kneeling before you now, begging for a wife, a servant to their needs of pleasure, for the sake of “peace.” They would never know the disgust that sent a shiver down your spine at the twisted grin of these men that took your fingers in their too rough grasp and kissed that back of your hand, their sin tainted lips lingering moments too long. Their hands twitching at their sides with their sickening thoughts as they watched you stand from your throne, adjusting the circlet of silver adorning your perfectly crafted hair.

Your father, your king, grinned widely at the propositions made my these men, happy at the prospect of one of them taking your hand, winning your heart. Happy at the prospect of selling you away. A fair trade he’d call it. A duty.

He’d never understand, you came to realize. He was the man who had chosen your mother, the same way these creatures of lust in front of you are now. Readily ridding the world of her happiness and songs, harshly forcing her into a life of servitude, solitude, for the sake of duty.

“None of them would get it”

You’d say to yourself silently as you excused yourself to the washroom, wiping your disgraced palm clean of the suitors that you had been dancing with’s sweat, your nose scrunched in disgust. In the washroom you would stand, hands now pressed to the too warm mirror in that stuffy room, staring at your reflection. Your reflection stared back at you tauntingly, the flushed cheeks and too perfect hair, until your eyes got caught on the thin band gracing your head. The piece of metal that used to be the only thing tying you to your mother’s lineage, now was only an unwelcome reminder of your duties lined up in the other room, waiting for your hand in marriage. You sighed harshly, ripping the despicable band of silver off of your head, ruining the perfect waves your hair was lying in before. You laughed too hard, running your hands harshly over the layers of paint adorning your face. Your breaths became ragged as you tore the cloth sigil from the bodice of your dress, the only thing left showing your status in this deplorable kingdom and soon you realized, the only thing holding you back.

You stared at your own reflection, a haggard appearance of a forgotten princess staring back at you, and you smiled. Quickly, you rushed to the door, checking for footsteps, before finding your way to the nearest maids chambers. Stepping inside you grabbed a few essentials and a cloak as black as the night’s sky. Once you felt satisfied in what you had taken, you steeled your nerves before quickly and cautiously making your way to the stables, now abandoned with everyone attending the event.

Your eyes scanned the area quickly before settling on a horse with hair as white as snow and eyes the color of indigo. Your form slowed, your breaths coming out in soft pants as you made your way towards the creature in awe of its beauty. You reached your hand out slowly, to gain the trust of the majestic beauty. Suddenly and strikingly you heard a voice sounding from behind you.

“My lady! Where do you think you’re going?” A rough, calloused hand gripped your shoulder tightly, startling you. You turned around quickly, your arms raising defensively. As the offending party grabbed your wrists to gain your attention your excitement died down and your breaths came out easier when you took in the features of Changbin, your personal first knight assigned to you. Your expression became one of relief as you took in the worried, curious look resting on his angular features in the low light of the stables.

“I’m leaving, Changbin. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I can’t go through with this. Please don’t try to stop me..” You said gripping his hands in yours, staring into his eyes hoping to portray the feelings pooling in the base of your throat, causing your words to come out choked. “I’ve already made up my mind.”

“I’m sure I couldn’t change your mind if I wanted to, princess. Here, take this.” He said, smiling softly. A gentle sigh left his lips as one hand reached into one of the many holsters on his person, while the other drifted to comfortingly rest on the crown of your head. His large, rough hands pressed a small holstered knife into your palm. “It’s a blade your mother used to use. I was supposed to give it to you tonight at the ball, but this felt like the right time.”

For the first time that night you smiled genuinely, staring into his eyes softly in thanks while turning to prepare the horse for your disappearance. Changbin’s hands found your waist, hoisting you up and onto the back of the horse before he quietly led you out of the stables, checking for prying eyes and quietly uttering you a safe trip. You made simple promises to return safely to him, unsure of how much truth they held, but sure of the comfort filling your chest with the smile gracing his face.

With that, you turned your head to the dark forest ahead and took a deep breath to steady yourself before going on this possibly dangerous adventure. Then, like lightning striking your nervous system, you heard a voice you had hoped to never hear again.

“Y/n!” Your father’s voice rang out over the courtyard causing you to gasp and whip your head in the direction of the sound. Changbin’s worried eyes stayed trained on your face as your indecision bubbled in your chest at your father’s commanding tone. Quickly muttering some words Changbin sent the horse off running in the direction of the forest, your confused mind allowing the actions to happen wordlessly as you watched Changbin draw his sword against his own king to protect you and allow you the freedom you had longed for.

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It had been moments, maybe hours, you were unsure. The sky bared no stars as you stared hopelessly heaven bound with your eyes blurred. The chilly air hurt your cheeks now dry from the rivers of tears at your actions. Your steed came to a slow, wearily looking around the dangerous wood. All that was to be heard around you were the low grumbles of the predators and the soft snapping of twigs. In the haze of your misery you were lost and cold, unsure of even your own safety as you whipped your head uneasily in every direction of unknown noises.

It was then that a loud howl sounded from somewhere nearby, a chorus of others following suit. You tried catching sight of the beasts making the horrid sound, but soon it seemed as though the guttural growls were surrounding you, closing in on their next meal. You yelped loudly as the horse became unsteady and afraid, dashing off towards the nearest escape. From your lips feeble shrieks of protest left, but to no avail. The creature’s of the hunt followed suit, a game of cat and mouse. Suddenly, one creature, the largest, leaped out from beyond a too dark clearing in front of your path, baring its fangs and lashing out with its dastardly claws. The horse came to an unsteady halt, rearing back and knocking your frail form harshly to the ground. You inhaled sharply, rolling away, your limbs tucked inward, as fast as possible from the now trampling hooves and paws. You held your breath, covering yourself with your arms and you cried. Tears poured down your face as you waited for the steps of the animals to recede. You heard their noises of primal instinct and found yourself counting the minutes down until they were long gone and satisfied with their hunt.

When your arms went numb and the tip of your nose was sufficiently frozen, you turned over in the dirt, wet with dew, to stare at the empty sky. Your tears came until they could no longer, your breaths uneven with bitter air exhaling harshly from your lungs, and as your eyes stayed trained upwards, you allowed yourself one prayer to any god that would listen.

Please. Just let me see one star. One being from above that would understand.

Abruptly you were taken aback by an unusually chilling wind blowing through the branches of the tall oak trees, causing you to wrap your arms tightly against your grimy, shivering self. Slowly you allowed the exhaustion of the night to take over your features, your eyes closing allowing sleep to take over your dirt ridden form. Finally, you felt some semblance of peace come over you as you drifted off, a prayer still sitting heavy on your pale, chapped lips.

“You’re one weird human.” Your ears suddenly perked as a deep voice suddenly sounded from somewhere nearby. You screamed, scurrying to cover yourself with some kind of protection. Your eyes scanned the surrounding area frantically searching for the source of the voice.

“W-who’s there?” You said with as little confidence as you could muster. You cursed your voice for shaking silently as you continued your frantic search for this possible danger. Your eyes landed on a large branch nearby and your legs moved on their own accord, sliding you harshly against the hard, cold ground to scramble to grip the branch tightly, turning and holding it out in a manner you could only hoped looked more threatening than it felt.

“So silly..” The deep voice chuckled out from somewhere behind you. You yelped, waving the stick in the opposite direction, hoping not to lose your footing against any loose rocks or sturdy tree roots. Your dress was torn and soaked and the gentle breeze now moving in random intervals was jarring and dancing around your cloaked form, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. A sudden snapping sound from a branch above your head caused you to scream, throwing the large branch with all of your feeble might towards the offending sound. A larger breeze blew by, obscuring your vision with your own hair and you scrambled to remove it from your vision. As your finally were able to get a glimpse of a male slinking towards you another breeze blew harshly by causing your to sigh sharply, your hands flying back up to your face to remove the hair blocking your vision yet again. “Your gonna hurt someone throwing those things.” The voice sounded again, humor twinkling off of his lips with smooth curls of laughter.

“Who are you? What do you want with me??” You said, your feet backpedaling as you finally removed your hair from your face again to take in the sight before you. Your eyes scanned the clearing of trees in the dim light unable to find the man you had been questioning and just as you began to question what was even real, you heard him again, your head whipping in the direction of the sound.

“I should be asking you that, considering you called for me..” He said, the humor never leaving his tone. You began to feel embarrassed at the thought of this man laughing at your pitiful state. Your cheeks grew red and your ears felt hot as you began wondering why you didn’t feel as in danger as you had earlier that night, deciding to deem it all on how wild the rest of your night had already been. Instead of answering you simply furrowed your brow, scanning and searching with your eyes still trying to find the source of the inquiry. Out of the blue in the still night, yet another breeze blew by roughly, chilling you to the bone. A branch suddenly creaked above you and you scrambled back to get a view of what could be perched there.

“Looking for me?” What you found, illuminated by the dim white moonlight, was a boy, seemingly about your age, swinging his legs softly to the gentle sway of the winds. His hair was strikingly white, pure as snow. His pale skin shone softly as if covered gingerly in new born stars. His eyes held mirth, much like his cheshire smile, and his whole body was lax with amusement as he stared down at you. In shock you stumbled backwards, falling over yourself and landing harshly on the ground, yet again tonight staring up at the sky. You felt the wind tousle your hair, but you didn’t seem to have the energy to care much as your mind grappled with its own questioning thoughts.

“Uhm..lady? Are..haha..are you okay?” His question, broken with impish laughter, felt comforting in a way as he leaned over your form, searching your face with curious eyes and a interrogative furrowed brow. You turned your head softly, staring into the now shocked eyes of the boy with the angular features and moon like eyes before suddenly your lips twitched, the corners of them quirking before a laugh began to bubble out of your chest. The laugh itself with incredulous and loud, joyous like a little kid finally discovering how something works. The boy looked back at you, tilting his head like a confused puppy as he watched you sit up slightly, leaning on your elbows. He didn’t make a move to back up or give you any space, instead leaning closer to examine you further.

“Did you hit your head or something, funny lady?” He said, his deep voice and boy-like expression of wonder and frustrating confusion only spurring your laughter on further as you grappled for breath. The events of tonight were catching up with your exhausted state and you found yourself wondering if this boy who shone so brightly on this gloomy night was even real.

Once you could finally catch your breath you sat upright and really took in the sight of him. He may have seemed young on the outside, but somehow he held a powerful aura, like he knew more then he let on. His smile was dazzling as he stared up at you with eyes that twinkled with a silent knowledge. You felt as though he was looking past your filthy outward appearance, and instead he was reading through your soul, listening silently to the story you couldn’t find the words to tell.

He stood suddenly, as if he found the answer to the question that had been dancing around like the winds, curling through each of your minds. His smile became softer and more genuine as he looked down at your still seated self and slowly outstretched his hand. It was a gesture you were unfamiliar with. It wasn’t a sudden, demanding grasp of your non-consenting hand. It wasn’t rough and calloused, with a predator-like grin gracing his features, but, instead, as you slid your hand over his palm in a silent proclamation of trust you found yourself reveling in how silky smooth his larger, more slender hand felt wrapping around yours in a protective gesture. He glanced at you, a playful smirk playing on his cherry red lips.

“Do you trust me?” He said, his deep voice breathy and patient, allowing you whatever amount of time you felt like you needed before you nodded slowly, hesitantly. He tilted his head in a munificent gesture, encouraging you to verbalize your thoughts. You felt the minuscule inkling of a curl to your lips forming, your eyes catching on how he seemed to be emitting light in this dim forest. The wind blew softly, ruffling your hair and caressing your now heated cheeks. He watched your features carefully as you bowed your head and giggled to yourself at the sensation of the winds dancing around the both of you. The chilly night felt warm as you turned your head slowly and methodically towards him again, your eyes glistening with an unreadable emotion and you breathed in deeply in a more relaxed manner.

“I do.” You said, beaming up at him now, your small, frail hand squeezing his a little tighter. He smiled fully now and to you it felt like sunshine. He watched your face, entranced in your beauty taking not of how grateful he was to have answered your call tonight, vowing to bring that smile back whenever he could. Your expression grew concerned as the look in his eye changed and he suddenly pulled you towards him, wrapping one arm around your shoulders before taking off in a sprint.

You tried to match his pace with a yelp, the wind now pushing you around forcefully. Your cries of protest were drowned out with his hysterical giggling. He forced you forward for a few more minutes as you began to question his strange motives before suddenly he came to a stop. His landing was much more graceful then your sudden stumbling forward, but as you gained your footing your objections died in your throat as you took in the sights around you. The forest behind you now, you stood in a clearing with grasses tickling your ankles, but the most impressive thing about this sight was the flowers. In full bloom, covering the surrounding area as far as your eyes could see were twinkling white flowers. Some stayed small and subdued, while others were larger, demanding more attention, but all of them shown with outstanding luminescence. Your breath caught in your throat as you stood completely rigid, taking in the sight.

You then felt a soft breeze, pulling your out of your shock with a shiver before you felt an unexpected heat radiating from behind you. You felt a soft hand trace your jaw from somewhere behind as you held your breath expectantly. His hand moved from your jaw to trace the outline of your neck, gathering your hair lying there and tying it tenderly away from your face. Your sudden inhale as his fingers tickled the nape of your neck caused him to chuckle, his close proximity allowing you to feel his warm breath fanning over your shoulders. You suddenly felt balmy as he leaned his face closer, his breaths coming out in an intoxicating manner, dancing around the area where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Look up.” He said, his voice coming out in a heady whisper. You gasped as you complied, your head whipping up too quickly, causing the male to snicker behind you. You couldn’t seem to care as you took in the sight before you. The once empty sky was now covered in brilliant gleaming stars, all feeling as though they were staring right at the two of you, encouragingly. You weren’t sure what they were encouraging, but just the silly thought itself had you laughing softly, your eyes slowly trailing over everything in front of you yet again. If it weren’t for the questioning hum the man had released you may not have even noticed the sturdy arms wrapped loosely around your waist or the cool skin of his cheek now resting on your exposed shoulder. You may not have even taken note of the breath now fanning comfortingly over your own blushing cheek of the look in his eyes as you turned slightly in his arms to get a better view of this new expression.

He took in your overwhelmed face as you tried to form words for the thoughts racing through your mind and he laughed, his head tilted back and chuckles racking his toned chest. You took in the movement behind his green tunic, complimenting his pale skin and you blushed again, turning your face away sharply. He gripped your shoulder with one hand softly, making sure not to startle you, while his other hand outstretched softly to point towards the cushiony grass beside of you. You took the hint and made a move to sit and take in the view before you.

He giggled as he helped move the layers of your dress away so you could sit comfortably before taking his seat beside you. You found yourself becoming encumbered with exhaustion and slowly with the gentle breeze swaying the twinkling lights, you let your head pull to the side to rest easily on his shoulder. He moved slowly as to not jostle you allowing more comfort for your tired form.

“You know, lady. I never caught your name..” He said, a hint of gentle humor lacing his deep baritone.

“I’m sorry..” You hummed out, “I’m y/n. Supposed princess of this kingdom.” You said, your tone sounding harsh even to your own ears. “I’m not sure I’d like to even ask who you are.” You said, laughing to help lighten the mood.

“Hmm.. I don’t think I was ever given a name where I am from.” Your brow furrowed at his response as you moved your head from its resting perch to look up at his questioningly. He laughed again, his body folding as he chuckled at your expression. “A story for another time, y/n.” You accepted his response begrudgingly, distracted by the way your name sounded on his lips.

“So what are you going to do when morning comes, little one?” He said, no malice in his tone. You sighed harshly flopping backwards to lay in the soft grass fully, surrounding yourself in the perfumed scent of the fluttering flowers. He took that as an answer in itself as he watched you, amused.

“You need to go back.” You groaned loudly as these words left his lips and he laughed as he shushed you, pushing you softly causing you to dramatically roll over laying your head on his thigh, a noise of protest leaving your bemused lips. “Let me finish would you!” He continued, annoyance playfully covering the syllables while he ran his fingers gently through your messy hair. You smiled, appeased for a moment while staring longingly towards the stars above. The sky was lightening and you felt your smile slipping at the realization that they would be gone again soon.

He frowned watching your face grow frantic with concern before softly resting his cools fingertips on the bottom of your chin, non-forcefully turning your face in his lap to look at his own passionate expression. He tilted his head to match the angle of your, his silliness making you giggle softly before continuing.

“You may have to go back, but you can always come back here, it’s all for you.” He let his eyes slowly trail over you, landing on your hand twisting anxiously tearing up small strands of the grass without realizing. He slid one of his hands comfortingly down your arm, trailing his fingertips lightly over the back of your hands. It felt as if getting a sunburn, getting too close to the beauty of something terrifying. “Look to the stars, I’ll always be there, watching and waiting.” He finished, his voice getting deeper with each second he stared at your animated expression staring up at him expectantly.

You felt your eyes welling up with tears at the peace being here brought to you, knowing it would be ending soon. You tried forming words, prayers, but your lips were too wobbly and my voice was too weak.

“When will I see you again? Wh-what should I even call you??” You finally managed to squeak out, the thick, hot tears you felt curling down your cheeks didn’t sting nearly as much as the thought of leaving him here, only to return to the torturous duties lined up for you at your home. He smiled sadly at you, blurring your senses with how ethereal he looked. His hands twitched against your wrist as he continued his comforting path, avoiding your eyes as he furrowed his brow in thought. Without thinking, out of desperation for an answer, you swiftly intertwined your own fingers with his, your palms slotting together as if fitting missing puzzle pieces together.

“You’ll see me when you need me.. but I’ll always be there.” You pursed your lips in a pout and he smiled again, taking his hand once tangled in your hair and running it slowly, methodically over your furrowed brow, smoothing the skin there and allowing your features to find solace again. “and why don’t you give me a name that you like, y/n.” He offered, his voice softer than you had heard it before, no amusement, only timid hope.

A name. Something so uniquely human. Something lovingly crafted for an individual. Something that holds meaning and myth. Something totally your own. You frowned in thought for a moment and he watched as your eyes glazed over patiently. Suddenly, you sat up rigidly, turning to face him, leaning closer then you had ever been previously. The sudden movement startled him, causing him to laugh awkwardly, his eyes blown wide while staring at your expectant and excited face.

“I’ve got it! I’m going to call you Felix!” You exclaimed. He furrowed his brow, tilting his head and repeating the syllables slowly, testing the way they tasted on his lips. Then he smiled at you teasingly, taking your breath away briefly. You rushed to find some way to explain yourself before the heat fighting it’s way up your neck found your cheeks. You stared into his eyes determined before explaining. “It means happiness. I found happiness tonight, here with you, when I couldn’t back there. They may not ever make me happy, but I have you. My happiness. My Felix.” You finished, grinning widely, appeased.

His grin couldn’t be contained as he laughed softly at how cute you could be. As he let his grin take over his features he let his eyes drift over your close proximity. His fingers began to unfold from between yours, drifting their way up your wrist, feeling your rushing heart beat. They slowly danced over your shoulder making you shiver slightly, as he noticed his teeth took purchase in his bottom lip, the movement catching your eye. His fingertips barely tickled the skin of your neck, causing goosebumps to break out over your skin. Once his hand pushed your hair back, tucking it behind your ear you could hear your own breathing, practically panting at his gentle actions. The longing in your eyes causing his eyes to become hooded with a guarded emotion.

Slowly, his hand found its place on your cheek, his cool palm was in great contrast to your too warm skin. You reveled in the feeling, yearning to remember the way this solace felt in this moment. He smiled softly, a flash of teeth all you could see before he was leaning in tenderly. He allowed you to make the moves on your own as well, only continuing forward when you would and only you were both nearly touching, so close you were breathing the same air, he allowed himself a glance at your pink lips. His tongue darted out to wet his own lips before he pulled back slightly a serious expression on his face.

“Can I?” His voice came out breathy, heavy with something you couldn’t name. You smiled softly, pleased with his ability to ask, always thinking of your feelings first. You couldn’t even resist long enough to answer before you were wrapping some of your fingers around his larger wrist, tangling the others in his too pretty hair, pulling his face towards yours and connecting your lips together passionately.

This kiss was unlike anything you had ever heard of, instead of sparks and passion it was butterflies and subtle hints of laughter you could feel bubbling in your chest. The kiss was lingering and slightly bittersweet. You could taste the saltiness on your lips from your tears mixing with the sweetness of his lips on yours. It was perfectly melancholy and grossly beautiful. Tragedy in the form of serendipity.

As you parted Felix’s hands soothed your cheeks and wiped your tears, a smile playing jokingly on his lips. He poked your nose and leaned forward to kiss your forehead lovingly. You smiled through the onslaught of tears and gasped at the dawning sky above you now. Your eyes frantically searched for stars you knew you wouldn’t be able to see anymore, until they fell on Felix’s sad expression. He tried to smile softly for your sake as he stroked your cheek gently.

He then removed himself from you, before standing and helping you up as well. Once you were both standing, staring at each other with eyes full of unspoken words he breathed in deeply before leaning in to plant another swift, stolen kiss on your lips. You smiled as he pulled away, staring at the way his handsome features curled in amusement at your shocked form. He then, without your noticing, had moved his hand to the back of your head and with a soft mutter of words he knew you wouldn’t understand, you were suddenly unconscious in his arms. He lifted you, bridal style, and began walking back towards the forest where you had first met.

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Once you all were back to the castle, a gentle breeze swaying the curtains, he laid you tenderly on your bed, smoothing your hair out around you and covering you with your own cushion-like blankets.

“Forgive me, princess. I usually would have asked.” He laughed quietly as you stirred in your sleep, as stubborn as you would have been awake. “I won’t be here when you awaken, but I’ll be back for you. You never have to be alone.” He slowly leaned forward, delicately placing a feathery light kiss on your lips. He made his way back to the window, tiptoeing as to not wake you, before turning to get one final glance at you.

“I’ll stay for you, y/n. Always.” He said, the ghost of a smile gracing his lips as a singular tear, the color of moonlight fell from his eye before all that was left in the room was a lonely princess and a gentle, light air dancing through the window like laughter and stolen kisses on a night only two will remember.

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