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rainbowsandwhumperflies · 5 months

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The Winged Servant - 3

cws: multiple whumpers, somewhat reluctant whumper, casual insulting of the whumpee (casual because it is not meant to make him feel bad, that's just how he's referred to), casual discussion of the whumpee's death (again, not threats, not meant to make him feel bad, just... discussion of it), casual discussion of whumpee being conditioned, dehumanization, mentions of whumpee being "punished" for making mistakes, non human whumpee

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Her Majesty was busy often. I supposed that came with the territory of being royal. Still, though, it used to just be a few meetings a week with paperwork all the time, and recently it had turned into weeks full of meetings with people that weren’t allowed to know I existed.

I didn’t question it, of course. It wasn’t my business. I wasn’t accustomed to change, but it was my job to be whatever Her Majesty needed from me, and I would fulfill that job.

Today was just my regularly scheduled chores, and her room was always first. It was easy, because she wasn’t in it all that often. Her sheets had four more days until they needed to be changed, so all I had to do was make the bed and wipe down the bathroom connected to her room. Two more days until it needed vacuuming.

The princes' room was next. That was… less easy.

Prince Ryan and Prince Cardan were identical twins, but still easy enough to tell apart based off of Prince Cardan’s smile lines and Prince Ryan’s worry lines. And Prince Ryan was never in his room by the time I started cleaning, anyway. He had more responsibilities than his brother, and was better than him at finding things to entertain himself with.

(Prince Ryan had once told me that Prince Cardan received “youngest child treatment,” though he was only twenty-six minutes younger. It didn’t make sense to me. It didn’t need to make sense to me; I wasn’t allowed to repeat when Prince Ryan said things like that.)

At any rate, Prince Cardan was the only one in his room by the time I started cleaning it. “Hey, birdbrain,” he greeted me as I walked in, glancing up from the graphics on the computer he was on. He had a desk in the corner—that’s where he usually was, away from the mess that I was supposed to clean every day.

“Good morning, Your Highness.”

He stared at me as I began making his bed. “Hey, I’m out of water.”

I am certain that he tried to toss his empty water bottle at me, ready to tell me to fill it back up. Unfortunately, the bottle almost hit my head, and I flinched away, causing it to sail over my head.

It hit a picture frame from Prince Ryan’s dresser, knocking it to the floor.

“Fucking hell, Onyx, that was a good throw!”

“Yes, Your Highness, my apologies,” I mumbled. “I didn’t mean to miss it.”

“God, you’d be shit at sports.”

Yeah, probably.

“Well? Are you gonna go grab it? I’m still out of water. Just pick up the picture while you're at it.”

Besides the water bottle and picture frame now on the floor, Prince Ryan’s part of the room was spotless. His bed was made, his clothes were put away, the surfaces were dusted. I wasn’t supposed to clean his things. I wasn’t allowed to touch his things. I knew what was in that picture frame—a picture of the two princes sitting on a throne together at six years old—and I knew that Prince Ryan would notice if it was moved from its original spot.

“Are you really too much of a pussy to do your one job and clean something?” Prince Cardan asked from behind me, and I swallowed nervously. This was dangerous territory. If I refused, I might be punished on Prince Cardan’s behalf. If I did put the frame back, I might be punished on Prince Ryan’s behalf. Of course, there was the possibility I’d be punished for letting the picture frame be knocked over in the first place, but I doubted it. I was almost certain that Prince Ryan held more disdain for his twin than he did for me, despite the framed picture.

Well. One of the princes was watching me and giving me an order right now, so I should probably listen to him. If I didn’t want to be punished, I should have just caught the water bottle.

I made my way across the room, kneeling down next to the dresser. My fingers had barely made contact with the frame before I heard a “What are you doing?” from the doorway. “You know not to touch my things.”

That was the other way to tell the difference between the princes. Prince Cardan sounded lighthearted about everything he said, and Prince Ryan sounded lighthearted about nothing.

“My apologies, Your Highness,” I managed to get out past the lump in my throat, turning around to face Prince Ryan.

“Mm. Answer the question. What are you doing?”

“Prince Cardan asked me to refill his water, but when he tried to give it to me, I didn’t catch it, and it hit your picture frame, so I tried to pick it back up. My sincerest apologies, Your Highnesses.”

“He tried to give you the bottle, and it ended up across the room from him?”

“He, um, he tossed it to me.”

Prince Ryan glanced at his brother. “Can you go one fucking day without trying to throw something at him?”

“He could’ve caught it!” Prince Cardan said defensively. “It was a very well-aimed throw.”

“He’s a servant, not a court jester. He has better things to do than play catch with you.”

“His things to do are whatever we tell him to! He doesn’t care. Onyx, do you mind when I toss things to you?”

There was no right answer to this. Or, really, there were two right answers, one for each twin, and picking one right answer would make the other twin mad at me.

“No,” I whispered, and they both rolled their eyes at me.

“No one knows what you’re saying when you talk that quietly,” Prince Ryan reminded me.

“I only exist to please the royal family,” I said, loud enough that they could hear me this time. “It is your right to order whatever you wish from me, and it's not a problem if that includes throwing things.”

“See?” Prince Cardan was laughing, and Prince Ryan glared at both of us.. “He doesn’t mind. It’s fine.”

“Onyx, go refill Cardan’s water,” Prince Ryan ordered. “Leave the frame on the ground.”

Prince Ryan wanted me to leave, I thought. He didn’t like to yell at people with me there. I heard him tell his brother once that I’d get a big head if I noticed people yelling at each other on my behalf. He was smarter than me, of course, so I wouldn’t contradict that theory, but I knew my place and was almost certain I’d stay there no matter what I heard people arguing about.

Refilling the water bottle did not take as long as it was supposed to. The princes were still arguing by the time I returned.

“Just because he’ll let you do shit like that doesn’t mean you should! It’s hard enough to get him to complete all his responsibilities after his regular punishments; he doesn’t need injuries from you or punishments from things you make up and exaggerate.”

“He’s not even human, Ry. You’re taking this much too seriously. There’s no harm done, honestly.”

“I have been training him to be the way he is for half a decade. Just because there’s no short-term problems with what you do doesn’t mean it won’t affect his behavior. If you give him impossible tasks, he’ll give up on trying to complete them because he’ll learn he faces punishment whether or not he tries, and then he’ll stop doing the tasks I actually need him to do.”

“You don’t need shit from him! You think you’re so much better than everyone else because you trained a bird to make beds and make your own anyway, but you’re just a pretentious dick! Let me have my fun. It’s really not a big deal.”

I cleared my throat from the doorway. “I, um… refilled the water bottle, Your Highnesses.”

”I am not pretentious,” Prince Ryan said, ignoring me. “I do not think I’m better than everyone; I just think I’m better than you, Cardan.”

“Right. That’s why you have so much more say over the way we treat the servant who belongs to all of us. You know, he probably won’t survive tonight anyway.”

“I was only a few minutes late for Her Majesty’s breakfast this morning,” I tried to explain. “There’s no other punishments for tonight. The punishment I earned might not be pleasant, but-”

“Do not fucking interrupt me,” Prince Cardan snapped. “Ryan, the fact that you’ve worked half a decade to make him absolutely pathetic will not help him now. He couldn’t handle a fight if I aimed a gun and pulled the trigger for him. He couldn’t handle a fight even before all this—that’s why he’s here! You know he’s dying tonight, right?”

“What’s happening tonight?” I asked. “Your, um, Your Highnesses, I mean.”

“None of your business,” both of the princes told me together.

That made sense. Just because something made me nervous didn’t give me the right to demand information from people above me. What the royal family did to me was always in my best interests, and Prince Cardan’s vague statements didn’t change that.

“What else are you doing today?” Prince Ryan asked me after a moment.

“Cleaning the bathroom, Your Highness, and the living room, and the kitchen, and helping Jayden make dinner.”

“Right. Can you busy yourself with some of that and finish here in… half an hour? Just give us some time to sort this out.”

“Yes, Your Highness, of course.”

They were arguing again as soon as I was out of the door.

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jaeminlore · 7 years

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Thief Epilogue // Park Jimin

- Epilogue: Revival

summary: in which prince jimin doesn’t know that his future wife is not only trying to steal from him, but is also trying to kill him.

words: 1,201

category: prince au, fantasy au

author note: at the end

You awoke with the fresh smell of lavender entering your nose. You reached out to feel for your Jimin, but he had already left the bed. “Where’d you go?”

Jimin chuckled from across the room, so you peaked an eye open to look at him. “I ran you a bath. Wash up and then meet me for breakfast. I have a surprise for you.”

You scoffed. “A bit bossy aren’t we?”

Jimin smiled. “King’s orders, darling.”

“I think someone is getting an ego,” you teased.

In the past six months, you and Jimin had been busy rebuilding a ruined kingdom. Jimin returned and took his rightful place on the throne. First, he denounced every official and let them and their families out of the castle. His council was replaced with those he trusted: Jeongguk as his right hand man, you as the governor of education, Minah as the treasurer. Taehyung as the governor of food distribution and agriculture, Chanyeol as the governor of war tactics, and Hoseok as the governor of safe magic studies. He didn’t need a large council, just a small room of those he trusted and of those who trusted him.

The servants were receiving better treatment. It was Jimin’s philosophy that a king must sleep on the same mattress as his servants. If he wanted a comfortable mattress, his servants would get one too. They also received actual pay and days off, along with their board.

Speaking of servants, Jeongguk had asked Minah to marry him shortly after Jimin’s coronation. They currently lived near the castle, beside Mrs. Jeon’s brand new restaurant.

You were still his fiancée, as the two of you agreed a wedding could wait while you rebuilt Krull and Eden. The raffle was officially renounced and the king’s past motives were outed to everyone both in Krull and Eden. Jimin made sure that everyone knew they were equals, and to prove it, he officially renamed both lands Krullen. They were now merged as one, all under the same laws and regulations. More importantly, they all received the benefits and safety they needed from the king.

It was Jimin’s duty to protect the people, and he did it very well. Everyone in the new Krullen loved him very much. They loved his honesty and vulnerability. They loved the way he treated even the lowest of the low: with the same respect he would treat the king of a neighboring country.

The old Krull was rebuilt properly. Everyone was given a new, sturdy home complete with hearths and beds to keep them warm. Clothing was donated by the thousands, as were seeds and food so that the land would once again flourish with flowers and plentiful fruit.

Hoseok’s inn went out of debt, and became one of the best inns around. Perhaps that was because it was the king’s favorite place to take his fiancée. Perhaps it was because Hoseok always loved to tell dramatic stories of his former adventures with his friends. Perhaps it was because of the newest perfected drink respectfully called “Yoongi’s Drink”.

Your past was known to all of Krull, and soon even the people of Eden knew that you were once a thief who had come to kill the prince. Many people thought of it as a cool story. It would be an amazing legend to tell their children one day. The thief who fell for the prince. Krull and Eden eventually bled into each other, until most prejudice was gone and it was more familiar to hear the term Krullen than it was to hear the previous names.

You were proud of all Jimin had done. You were proud of all the people he had let in. You were proud that he had stood up to his father. You were proud of how he took care of the people.

As you stepped out of the bath and dressed, you wondered what kind of surprise he could’ve planned. You couldn’t imagine anything he could make better at this point, save maybe setting up a bakery in the middle of the castle.

You walked to the kitchen slowly. Even the castle had changed. It was much brighter now, with more lanterns and windows placed everywhere. Carpets, interiors, pictures, and furniture was all changed. The old furniture was given for free to anyone who wanted it. The new furniture was light and brought a happier environment to the castle.

You found Jimin in the kitchen, chatting with the cooks as he buttered himself some toast. You wrapped your hands around his torso from behind and pressed a kiss between his clothed shoulder blades before grabbing some toast yourself and a knife. After greeting each of the cooks, you addressed Jimin, “What’s my surprise?”

“Hoseok is bringing it,” Jimin answered mysteriously, taking a bite out of his toast.

“I hope he comes quickly,” you said.

“Me too,” Jimin said, bouncing in the balls of his feet. The cooks all chuckled and giggled at his expression.

“Do you guys know what it is?” you asked.

They only looked away coyly.

“Martha?” you addressed one of the cooks, who only giggled and turned away. You gasped, “Martha, I share my midnight snacks with you! How could you?”

Jimin snorted. “She’s sworn to secrecy. Midnight snacks can’t help you with this one.”

You pouted. “Fine.”

As Jimin and you finished your toast, you walked out of the castle, into the baby garden Jimin was struggling to grow. The new gardener, Seokjin, was out trimming the hedges. You and Jimin stopped to look at the little sprouts in the flower section of the garden. “I can’t wait till they grow,” you said.

Jimin hadn’t been listening to you. Instead, he was looking towards the distance where Hoseok was walking, something in his arms.

“What’s that?” you asked, squinting your eyes to hopefully spot what was wriggling around in Hoseok’s arms.

The object suddenly jumped out of Hoseok’s arms and ran to you and Jimin.

“A puppy!” you exclaimed. His black ears flopped around as he ran to you. “Hey, buddy!” You gathered him in your arms and held him close. “Is he ours? Can we name him Onyx?”

Jimin chuckled. “He’s sort of already named. Why don’t you check his collar?”

“Oh, okay.” You turned the puppy’s collar and read the tag aloud, “Will? His name is Will?”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Read the rest of it!”

You obliged diligently, “Okay. Will you marry… me..?”

You looked up, and there Jimin was on one knee, holding out a ring. “Will you marry me, Y/n? Officially? Without the raffle and without any strings attached?”

You could feel your cheeks beginning to hurt as a smile grew. “I’ve been calling you my fiancé this whole time, Jimin. Of course I want to.”

Jimin blushed. “Yeah, well I thought we should make it officially official. We can get married in that little chapel I mentioned when you first came here. Remember?”

“I do,” you said. “I would love to.”

Jimin grinned and grabbed your hand, pushing the ring onto your third finger. He then intertwined his fingers with yours. “I love you, Y/n.”

You brought his hand to your lips and kissed it gently. “I love you too, Jimin.”

- the end -

a/n: thanks to everyone who has read this! it means a lot to me that anyone would read this, especially because fantasy is my favorite genre and it’s what i want to write the most. please tell me what you thought of the story! good things and bad things: I want to hear it all. love you guys!

- destinee

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