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lizbotw · 2 years

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do not disturb | wc: 2.7k

Cyno hums in contemplation, the cool water flowing over his fingers. He turns the faucet off just as he hears footsteps on tiles and takes a towel to his hair, counting the four seconds he knows it takes to get to the room.

“Cyno, I really don’t- oh,” you stop in your tracks, right on time. He doesn’t have to turn around to know you’re holding a familiar folder of papers with complaints outlined in red ink. “Sorry. I didn’t…”

“You should really learn to knock first.” He thinks it’s funny because the rooms here don’t actually have doors, just sweeping arches for the great big important spaces, and then tiny arches for less important rooms (like his apparently), and then medium-sized ones for… well other things. Kaveh was the Kshahrewar graduate, not him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. And… and…” He can just hear you bristle. You even straighten up a little judging from the faint shuffling. “And I don’t know, maybe you should put up a sign or something.”

Cyno rubs the white towel over his head slowly, finally standing up from where he’d been kneeling. “Maybe I should.” He’s seriously considering it—you always bring up good points. “Though, I thought everyone knew only my room is in this wing. You’d have to go out of your way to get here.” That and he’s just come back from an expedition. No one bothers him after those.

Thick water droplets and remnants of the desert circle around the drain. You hadn’t walked in on much. He had been rinsing off the sand grains that stuck to his arms and shoulders and were especially annoyingly weaved in his hair, but he’d also removed his armor—he didn’t typically wear much anyway so to see him with even less was probably too cruel, even by your standards.

Cyno turns just enough to watch you under his bangs and nearly bursts out laughing (or, that’s to say, he can’t help but crack a smirk). Even from his peripheral, he can tell his exposed back and arms have caught your attention. If he could get closer, he’s sure your pupils would be blown wide the same way they were when you saw Avidya Forest for the first time. Your eyes dart around—to the walls with sandy desert motifs and his spear propped up in the corner and the window that blows in a warm breeze laced with the smell of dinner preparations, and then always, always they wander back to him.

Are you trying not to stare? He wouldn’t have noticed if you had and yet, it still seems to matter to you. Archons, you were so professional sometimes it made him dizzy.

“You’re the only one who visits anyway,” he adds, line of sight dropping back to the dripping faucet. He rubs harder at his hair.

“That’s beside the point!” You latch on to the distraction. “It’s bad enough I have to walk across the entire palace to get here! Not to mention, what were you thinking with this thing? I’m so sick of reading the same report—”

Right. You would have been in his office today. All alone.

The towel bunches under his grip and he closes his eyes for a brief second. Then, it falls around his shoulders as he turns and walks over to you.

“Is that from last week’s Amurta incident?” Cyno tips the folder towards himself, feeling hot air on his cheek when you huff. His handwriting is smooth on the front. He’s leaning in closer than needed to read it but truthfully the words just swim in his vision. He knows what they say anyway. Typical researcher-thinks-the-desert-is-empty-enough-to-cover-their-totally-fucked-up-experiment situation. (“They thought it was… deserted.” He had paused for a moment to gauge your reaction as soon as he’d gotten back. This masterpiece couldn’t wait any longer to be told and he’d practically run to your room. “But actually I was there. So it wasn’t.” You kicked him out record fast.)

“Yes! This shouldn’t be taking us this long to file.” If he really concentrates, he can feel the vibrations of your words, he thinks. It bristles his skin and he leans back, releasing the document and shrugging. He eyes the wall inlaid with gold circles above your head to calm down.

“So just send it in. Nothing’s stopping you.”

“I can’t! You keep making all these corrections I have to add in.”

The straight line of his mouth wavers. “That was the joke. I’m the one stopping you.”

You deadpan. “You’re horrible.” When he doesn’t say anything back, you smack his chest with the folder, punctuating your words. “You made me write this entire thing and I stayed up all night working on it and you and your stupid, stupid”—two smacks for that one—“brain are just never satisfied”—he blinks at that and mulling it over, he catches the folder (eyes still tracing the intricate spirals and corners of the Scarlet King’s symbol the best of Eremite sculptors had carved out a millennia ago; though, he’s not that impressed by something like that at the moment), and you tug it back right away but stop hitting him.

“And you keep making me rewrite it. Speaking of, why am I even doing this in the first place?! I wasn’t even there! I’m so sick of you. Either let me come with you on missions or keep doing everything yourself like an idiot and file your own stupid paperwork after! It’s not my fault some of the details aren’t accurate. You know, you care too much about doing everything the “just” way. I swear you’re somehow worse than my old Akademiya advisor!” You suck in a breath and Cyno thinks you’re done until your renewed lung capacity proves him wrong. “Well, you know what, I’ve got some corrections to your corrections and—”

He finally lets himself look at you, bored after following the same golden line to its end five times, and immediately hears a rush of blood in his ears. He speaks quickly before he can get tongue-tied. “So, a sign,” he interrupts your tangent. The last word you were saying breaks off unsatisfyingly. You look like you want to murder him and he feels his heart burn from the center out and melt into lava in his chest. Up close, your hair is tousled by the dry heat and your eyes dot orange with the setting sun. “And what should it say? Do not disturb?” Cyno suddenly finds himself missing your fiery gaze when you tear away.

“I mean, yeah.” You’re flipping through the folder now, no doubt trying to find your least favorite part to criticize, this time right to his face. You miss the terrible, terrible trap he sets with his words and proximity. “The hell else would you put on it anyway,” you scoff.

He cuts in before you can get back to business. “You’re right.” Your eyes snap up, eyebrows scrunched in annoyance, to question why this part of the conversation is still going and he catches your wrist to stop your flipping. He can see the exact moment you notice how close he is, how he’s inched in until only the open folder you hold separates you.

Your eyes widen and your lips part just the smallest bit as though there are words on the tip of your tongue and he thinks you look otherworldly. He gives himself a moment to take you in before his voice drops to only between you two. “I think do not disturb would be perfect.” The tip of the report is digging into his chest now. The thought of how painful a papercut that would be in the desert barely crosses his mind.

The gears turn in your head, slowly, as the second meaning sinks in. He watches in rapt interest as your previous inhibitions melt away and your pupils dilate. You’re already looking much more sluggish than before, relaxed enough that he releases your wrist and lets his hand run up your bare arm. “Cyno…,” you sigh—you’re immediately embarrassed and glance away but then at his lips curved in a cruel smile and back to his eyes. Your skin is soft and burning, and he can’t tell if it’s just him imagining it or if it’s really how he makes you feel. He squeezes your bicep lightly, then lets his touch move up over your shoulder and ghost over your neck until you shiver and your gaze turns lidded.

Cyno hums and leans in, not missing the way your eyes fall shut the rest of the way and you tip forward in anticipation. He feels a hand on his chest and fingertips pressing into him, and you’re so soft and warm. He moves to cup your face and your lips bump together, and those careful fingertips against him turn into sharp nails.

He breathes you in and then molds his lips to yours.

The kiss is slow and it feels like you’re taking all of his oxygen, condemning him to the underworld for losing himself to his desires. Even when his grip on your jaw tightens the smallest amount and he presses his tongue into your mouth, Cyno is careful, barely holding onto himself. He doesn’t know if you’re as affected as he is but the tortuous pace is both heaven and hell to him.

It’s you who tips the chaste balance and throws your arms around his neck, never pulling away but always tugging him in. He lets go of your jaw and both of his hands find your waist on instinct, and he wants to be disappointed in himself when he stumbles you back until you’re pressed up against the open doorway but you taste so good there’s no way he stands a chance.

The sensation is overwhelming and his cloudy mind zeros in on the way his bare chest presses to the smooth, silky front of your shirt and how smooth and silky your lips feel and how perfect and soft and warm they are, and how ungodly pretty they always look when he stares. He feels carnal compared to your composure.

So unprofessional we keep doing this, he thinks faintly, buried behind thoughts of worship. Then, he feels a heat burst in his heart and quickly amends it. No. So terrible I keep doing this. So wrong.

And something about pulling you deep into the haze behind his righteous persona is even worse (even better) than anything else he could come up with. The truth has him kissing you harder and you mewl at his hunger—you who’s a way better person than he is, who always sticks to the book, who always gives him what he wants.

Judgment day couldn’t come soon enough.

His hair’s still dripping wet he realizes as the cold drops fizz into nothing between you, swallowed up. Your fingers are digging into the same muscles of his back you’d been staring at earlier and Cyno feels the scrape of the papers that had been pressed between the heat of your bodies before—the whole reason you’d even come.

He bites at your bottom lip, giving you the faintest moment to catch your breath. “Be careful not to drop them,” he mumbles, heated teases brushing against your jaw and just under your ear when he licks a stripe up them. You whine and tug him back up to you, probably so sick and tired of fucking hearing him talk all the time (this is precisely why he does it).

Your hands are in his hair now and he groans as your fingers card through the mess of wet curls and pull them and twist and shove his lips further into yours almost in the hopes you’ll become one.

Cyno has the inkling a sign wouldn’t do much if you’re both going to be so shameless in the open about it.

He’s glad his room is so removed from the rest of the building. It’s still a risk that raises delicious goosebumps on his skin but practically no one would bother coming out here of their own free will or see what was his during a quick walk down a hallway.

Cyno lets himself drown in your lips—you’re more forceful this time, more desperate, and he can see your threads coming unraveled—until you decide you actually need a proper break to breathe and pull back, shoving his face away in amusement when he goes chasing after you.

You’re both panting hard and he finally registers the screaming of his lungs for air. He has no idea how he looks but your image is another hit to his already foggy brain—it’s a sight for the ages, a sage that he sears into his mind and wants to imprint into history books everywhere.

You’re smiling so wide, he can’t look away from the pretty color of your bruised lips if he tried.

A few droplets from him drip down your cheek and he thumbs them away carefully, placing a light peck on the corner of your mouth.

“Your hair’s a mess,” you comment breathlessly, breaking him from his stupor. It’s then that he feels your touch carefully rearranging his bangs. It’s a sharp contrast to your heavy tugs moments ago and makes his heart flip and ache and everything in between in a way that’s both different and the same.

Cyno huffs a laugh. “Let me finish getting ready first next time then.” He goes back in to kiss you but you shake your head, covering your mouth and burying your head in his chest. He hears the giggles that escape between your fingers and feels the faint shake of your body with the weight of them.

“That bad, huh?” He blows a strand out of his face. When it falls back right in front of his eyes, he runs a hand through his hair and shoves it all back, no doubt ruining it further.

You look up when he cages you in, a forearm above your head and the other still wrapped around your waist. You’re beaming when he leans your foreheads together.

“I love you,” you say, lost in his eyes.

Cyno’s fingers squeeze into a fist above your head where you can’t see them. No matter how many times you say it, he’s filled with emotions that have no names every time. “I love you too.” He has to stop himself from saying more.

“But I don’t know if I love you enough to—” He doesn’t let you make the choice because he swallows up your next words. He feels mildly bad that he keeps cutting off your sentences today but when you smile into the kiss he knows you don’t mind—plus, he gets the feeling you planned this one at least. Anyway, his hair can’t bother you if you can’t see it.

You’re the one who pulls back again the next time and the heated air within the confines of Cyno’s arms is palpable. Tipping your head back to the wall, you stare at him with a blissful expression, content, and eyes half-closed. In the silence, only both of your heavy breaths could be heard.

“Mmm,” you sigh, letting your eyes flutter shut as you gather your wits about you, looking so perfect and happy. Cyno’s shameless staring doesn’t stop even when you open them. “I’m still going to need you to look over those reports on your desk.”

He kisses you again, nerves on fire, and when he pulls away you’re both panting again. “I don’t think we need to go to my office to talk about them.” Fuck, he kisses you searingly one last time, unable to control himself, before he untangles from you. You’re slightly dazed and reach out for him again in your confusion, but instead, he lightly intertwines your fingers. “You’re already here. It wouldn’t be right to make you walk back.”

Cyno then pulls you behind him, out of the open archway, and into his darkening bedroom. That sign would probably come in handy right about now.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #cyno x reader #cyno #cyno imagines #cyno genshin impact #hello im back cue the jazz hands #x-posted from ao3 <3 live laugh love i am SO incredibly normal about him #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact fanfics #genshin scenarios #genshin impact scenarios

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chuplayswithfire · 2 years

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Do you have OFMD fic recs?

do i have OFMD fic recs?

oh my god, but do i have OFMD fic recs. i am, not, as some might be fooled into thinking, a Normal Person, and as of today I have read through and browsed about 77 pages of the 103 pages worth of Edward x Stede fics over 3k in length that AO3 has to offer.

Why have I done this? I really enjoy reading fics. Seeing what the writing community has to offer, enjoying whats available, crying at the things that make me feel the word No crystalize louder in the core of my being when I see takes I can't live with.

As a direct result of this, I currently have over a 180 specifically Ed x Stede OFMD fics in my bookmarks, so in the broadest of terms, generally speaking all of those could be in a rec list. But here's an incomplete list of the OFMD fics I would recommend (and have recommended to my friends). Also none of these will have the exact summary, just my sales pitch on them bc i don't feel like copying out the summaries.

domestic by Ark

the most blissfully domestic fic ever, a take on what could have happened had Stede and Ed left the academy together rather than what happened in canon. It's a long and generous character study on how these two might have adapted to domestic life together, how they flourished, and it nurtures my soul.

Turning Tides by Fyre

A speculative season 2 bringing in just about the entire cast from the first season and introducing new characters, new threats, and reuniting our sappy middle-aged men along the way, this series blew me away with magnificent characterization, stunning use of the characters and plot threads from the first season, and some absolutely fab moments. A speculative season 3 is coming in the future!

An Awfully Big Adventure by trinityofone

I won't spoil the surprise and twists in this tale, but it was a fun and emotional fantasy journey for our characters, and is astoundingly entirely from Izzy's POV, which is usually a thing I unashamedly hate, but here is used to incredibly fascinating effect. I couldn't stop reading this fic from the moment I started. This is post S1 and does have reconciliation/reunion aspects.

Always and Forever by stereobone

ACCIDENTALLY GOT MARRIED FIC, ACCIDENTALLY GOT MARRIED FIC, do I NEED to say more? Post-S1 Stede and Ed wake up married without remembering their reconciliation, things progress from there.

The CafeHouse by WaitingToBeBroken

Coffee shop AU where Ed is a tattoo artist and Stede is determined to figure out his perfect coffee order - because obviously Ed isn't a man to really want a black coffee. I loved this from start to finish, it had me laughing and screaming.

half-agony, half-hope by lyricl

Post Season 1 fic Ed gets his groove back by getting a new pen-pal, going on a journey of self-exploration, picking a first mate who aligns with his management and life goals, and getting his man back. I LOVED this fic, loved Fang and the rest of Ed's crew, and the various OCs who pop in from time to time. Really enjoyed the take on Izzy too which is a big one for me, and also the fact that this author, like me, agrees that Izzy needs to go and find the dom top of his dreams instead of trying to make Ed into that.

guardians of a rare thing by ShowMeAHero

its a 5+1 fic about nice things Stede did for Ed and one nice thing Ed did for Stede and look I am a simple woman, I just want my babygirl Edward Teach to have the best life possible and be spoiled and this fic satisfied that craving so well.

a very good bad thing by seularen

Someone tries to come after Ed while he and Stede are on vacation. Stede Handles It baby. I will actually copy a bit of the summary here to show you why i HAD to read this fic when I first found it, and why everyone else should too:

“Unhand him,” Stede said. “Or what?” “Good point. I can’t say ‘or bleed.’ You’re going to do that already.”

My Saddle's Waiting by dracothelizard

One of the shorter ones on this rec list, this is a nsfw comedy take on the first season, where Ed sees that Stede's hung like a horse in episode 4 and is determined to ride him some of that.

Possibly the only incomplete fic on this list but which I die for every update:

Chiaroscuro by MenaceAnon

featuring one of my favorite genres of OFMD fic, the Mary & Ed friendship dynamic, this fic features Stede crashing back into Mary's life with an injured Ed, and the ways that Ed, Mary, Stede, Doug, and the kids all interact. I love this take on Mary, I love the compassion and humor and care that the author puts into every single word and scene, Ed teaches Mary about tattooing and Mary affirms Ed's nature as an artist, AND, Ed and Stede still haven't made up yet, so we get some delicious conflict there too.

and to finish the list, my favorite fic in the entire fandom which I have rec'd like twice already but will never STOP rec'ing because it WRECKS ME EVERY TIME -

this tired world could change by gangnamstiles

IT HAS EVERYTHING.... EVERYTHING.... i love this fic so fucking much okay?!?!?! Modern AU, miserable business man Stede is drowning in his day to day life when he meets Edward Teach, mechanic, handsome guy, savior who offers him a cigarette (and uh former hitman for Spanish Jackie's mob). They fall in love, but oh boy is there a lot for them to cope with along the way.

I LOVE THIS FIC. I love this fic. I found it about halfway through and screamed through every single update with one of my friends, literally read this fic on the cycling machine at the gym and jumped for every update as soon as they posted because i LOVE this fic so much okay, and now that the author is posting some extras i am living again.

And this is my OFMD Bookmarks on AO3 in case anyone wants more. My bookmarking philosophy is "anything I know I'm going to want to read again, put here"

thank you anon for letting me spend an hour revisiting all these fics I love

#ofmd #our flag means death #blackbonnet #fanfic rec #fanfic recs

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whoever-iwant-tobe · 5 years

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It wasn’t meant to be a long game (part 6)

David x Natalie

Note: I think I’m going to keep the ‘naughty’ bits of the stories in separate chapters just so people who want to can skip them (and I am NOT good at that stuff)

And wow we did not deserve the footage of Nat under David’s arm on the 2nd channel vid but boy am I glad we got it.

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A little while before everyone showed up, the two of you made sure you were clothed before you were back in his bed editing. Just your typical day after the vlog was supposed to be posted. You got up and let Joe, Zane, and Carly in and went about your business like normal.

This was just about as easy as you expected, and you were glad to not have the pressure and opinions from your friends weighing you down, especially so soon after so much just changed.

“Nat, would you look at this now?”

You watched the vlog. It now sat at 3:36 seconds instead of the 4:20 it was at last night. He took out the bit that bothered you. You didn’t even need to ask. When the video ended, you smiled at him and he gave you a little wink. Joe, who was now watching over your shoulder was puzzled.

“What happened to the bit with..”

“I didn’t like how it fit so I trashed it.” David interrupted.

“But now you need to fill like a minute of footage.” Joe argued.

“We’ll figure it out.”

So that’s what you did. David called up Jason who arranged for a tour bus to be rented for the vlog and you and everybody went for a little adventure into Malibu, a place you loved. He sat next to you, something that doesn’t always happen, but that would probably happen a lot more from here on out. You could feel his eyes on you as you looked out over the ocean and when he climbed to your side to get a better view, he kneeled and leaned into your back. Your breath caught at the contact.

Physical contact was going to be the hard part, you thought. As soon as he settled back into his side of the row where you were seated, his eyes met yours and the two of you just laughed and shook your heads in the wind. You knew he was thinking the same thing. This was going to be interesting.

The vlog got finished, everyone went home, and nothing changed. Except the room where you slept at night. Exactly how you liked it.

This was how your days went most of the time. There were some nights where you went to bed early and slept in your own room, but you also weren’t married and that was okay. You were always the type that liked having your own space. And you knew he was still there, and he knew right where to find you. A few times he joined you in your bed, cuddled up in a much smaller space than when you were in his room. You loved those times because your room was a more sacred place. People were always in and out of his room, but your room was yours.

One day, not quite out of the blue, your friend Reggie called you up and announced that he would be moving to LA. He said he’d had enough of the cold and of the cold people in chicago (surprising because you LOVED Chicago and it’s people) and he needed a fresh start. Of course. you offered up the guest room while he looked for a permanent place. You didn’t need to check with Dave. The house, though it was in his name, was very much both of yours. This meant a few weeks of being sneakier than before, though you were pretty sure Reggie was onto you.

Sometimes, you traveled. You loved traveling with David, even before everything changed. You preferred when it was just the two of you, but usually there was an entourage because David needed footage and the VS was there to provide. You continued booking separate hotel rooms for you and David, needing to keep up your cover, but that didn’t mean they always both got used.

One trip was different though. When you went to New York, a city you loved, David suggested just getting a big suite for you two to share. You could easily get away with claiming you did not sleep together. Plus then it’d be easier to sneak around.

Your heart was 100% on board with this idea, but mentally you were a little nervous.

The hotel suite was incredible. Panoramic views of the city. You literally could not WAIT to have it to yourselves. But, work had to be done. Dave spent the day traipsing around the city while you visited with an old friend, handled some business calls, and caught up to Dave in Times Square. That idiot had literally been trying to kick a water bottle into a recycling bin like some tik tok video for hours, and while David was a talented athlete with a special skill for trick shots, you were a realist. But, you couldn’t talk him out of it. Thank god the dude from the actual video showed up thanks to one of the hundreds of fans that had crowded around. David got some good footage and you didn’t have to stay there till you were 75.

That night, you all went out to dinner, something that didn’t happen too often these days, and when you got home, everyone gathered on the couch to hang out. One by one, people left to go to their rooms and go to bed. Finally, it was you, David, and Jonah. You went to go get yourself ready for sleep and David must have said something to Jonah because when you came out of the bathroom, it was 2:30am and Jonah was finally gone. The bedroom was dark and empty, so you wandered back into the living room and saw David standing facing the glass. The city looked amazing at night and this view was simply incredible, made better by the sight of the boy you couldn’t get enough of. He must not have heard you leave the bathroom because you were able to creep up behind him. He didn’t jump, though, when you wrapped your arms around his stomach, under where his arms were resting and pulled him back into you. He reached one arm back and pulled you so your head was peeking out from under his arm. The smell of him was intoxicating. After a big travel day of being “normal” you were so glad to have him to yourself.

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sorry that took 65 years to write. I had some serious writers block. I can’t get over that bit from the 2nd channel NY video.

I am cross posting this on AO3 now so it’s a bit easier to read in order. Just FYI.

#david dobrik smut #david dobrik fanfiction #david x natalie #david dobrik #natalinanoel #datalie #vlogsquad #vlogsquad fanfic

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minhoslut · 4 years

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♡ summary: Since long ago the seven kingdoms of Lentavia have worked together as one, sharing their resources and prospering because of it. Each kingdom has its own prince, each a beautiful man who rules fairly, caring for their people and distributing their resources amongst the kingdoms. The seven of them are much like brothers, having grown up together in their joint castles that sit in the middle of the island. They are free to rule as they please and do what they wish, as long as it is harmonious within the kingdoms. They must, however, follow one rule. At age 26 they must marry a person of their choosing in order to fully take the throne and become a king. The eldest prince, Seokjin, is 2 days from the date he must choose his betrothed and has yet to even suggest someone as an option.

♡ pairing: Kim Seokjin x fem!reader

♡ chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | ? |

♡ series warnings: blood mention, injury mention, swearing, anxiety, death mention, depression

♡ series genre: fluff, smut, slight angst

♡ series rating: Mature

♡ word count: 2628

♡ posted on: AO3

♡ chapter four: healing

After an hour of not so restful sleep, you got out of bed and went to the bathroom, splashing water on your face and taking a deep breath. You weren't exactly sure where Jin would be, and you didn't want to frighten him any more than you had already by leaving on your own, so you wandered the halls in search of a servant to help you. Eventually, you were able to find a kind maid who took you to Seokjins room, which was actually just a short walk from your own room. You thanked the maid and then knocked on the grand door, "Seokjin? It's Y/N, I'm ready to go out for herbs if that's alright?" You felt bad making him go with you but had a feeling he would insist even if you tried to tell him not to. After a few moments, Jin appeared and opened the door, "To the woods we go then! I assume you know where we are going?" He asked, making you smile. "I do, it isn't too far."

The two of you made your way through the castle, and then out into the gardens. From then on you led the way, the two of you walking in silence, just enjoying the sounds of the forest. When you reached the area you had been heading for, you stopped walking and began to collect various leaves you would need for the healing balm. "How do you remember which herbs you need?" Jin asked you as he watches you wander about. "Ah, well with this specifically, I've had to make it many, many times so it's basically muscle memory to me now." You chuckle but the implication of your words doesn't miss Jin.

Despite having met you such a short time ago, he feels protective of you and hates the life you've had to deal with. "It's impressive, you must be a very talented witch." He complimented, making you blush. No one had ever said that to you before. "I just do what I can, I don't do much high-level magic aside from when I was learning it. I prefer to just live life as organically as possible with some magic sprinkled in." Seokjin hummed, "That's interesting, I think if I could do magic I would use it for everything, though that may just be because I didn't grow up with it..." You laughed lightly, "It is tempting, and on days when I was sick at home, I'll admit I used more than usual to do things for me." Seokjin joined your laughter at that.

You folded the plants you'd collected into the handkerchief you'd brought along, and tied it up so nothing would fall out. "Alright, I've got what I need." You said, standing up and brushing some dirt off your dress. "I can carry it for you, you shouldn't use your hands too much." Seokjin said taking the bundle from you gently, which you allowed simply because you hoped it may ease any guilt he may have over you getting hurt. You followed a few steps behind him as the two of you walked back to the castle, "I hope you found something about that interesting, I really could have come alone..." You felt bad for Seokjin, as he had simply stood there while you collected what was necessary. "It was fun, I got to know some more about you which is nice. I think it's good to get to know the person you are to marry." He said turning and sending you a smile.

You had forgotten about that, the marriage. "It will need to be announced soon then? The marriage?" The prince nodded, "Tomorrow, I think. Really it should have been the same day I met you, but there were, circumstances as you know." You hummed in understanding. "Well, once I've made the healing balm, everything about me will look normal for tomorrow, but Seokjin, the villagers... They still know I'm a witch. It might end badly for you, what if they stop respecting you?" Seokjin stopped walking and turned to face you, making you nearly crash into him. "Y/N, I think the villagers who have issue with you being a witch need to realize that you deserve respect. I frankly don't care what they think if they are going to be prejudiced." Jin spoke with strong conviction, not a single waver in his voice. You smiled brightly, this had definitly been the right choice.

Once you were back at the castle, the two of you headed to the kitchen. You found a pot the right size and boiled some water, slowly adding the ingredients and muttering a spell as you did so. Waving your hand over it to stir, you closed your eyes and focused on the magic coursing through your veins. "And we are done." You said happily, opening your eyes to find the prince staring at you in amazement. "You're incredible, Y/N." You blushed at his comment, turning away and scooping the paste out of the pot and into a bowl. "It's simple magic really, I'm just lucky enough to have that power." Unwrapping the bandages around your hands you winced slightly, the wounds quite tender. You smoothed the mixture on your hands, sighing at the cooling feeling. Seokjin rewrapped your hands for you since yours were now covered in the healing balm. "Thanks, it already hurts less." You assure him, having noticed him giving you an intense look when you'd initially removed the bandaging.

"If you say so, shall we have some lunch then?" Jin suggested. You agreed and the two of you headed to the dining hall after Jin notified a servant that you'd be dining now. Since it was lunchtime anyway, you found the six other princes already seated at the table. "Y/N! I hear you were in a fire yesterday are you alright?" Taehyung asked, concern heavy in his voice. "Ah, yes! Me and Seokjin just went and got the plants for my healing balm so now that that's on, I'll be fine." You assured him, holding up your bandaged hands as proof. "It's a magic potion!" Jimin and Jungkook said excitedly, making you giggle. "Yes, magic."

Seokjin sat down and gestured for you to be seated beside him, which you did. The servants brought out various dishes and everyone got some of what they wanted. You listened to the seven men banter with each other, their relationship was so warm it made you feel happy just to see it. When everyone had their fill, Jin cleared his throat. "So, I will announce my engagement tomorrow, if that works for you all?" The six men gave their various answers of approval, and Seokjins lips pulled into a smile, "Alright! Fantastic." Jimin looked at you then at Jin, "Have you arranged for a dress for Y/N? She can't be presented to the public wearing commoners clothing, even as beautiful as she is." He said, sending you a wink.

Seokjin blanched, making everyone laugh. "I'll take that as a no then. Well lucky for you, I have a few dresses from when those princesses visited a few years back. They were meant to be gifts for them but, well they didn't deserve them so they are just in storage." Jimin said, a comforting smile on his plush lips. "Jimin have I told you how much I love you?" Seokjin said, looking very relieved, "I'll take her to my seamstress so that she can have a proper wardrobe made just for her, and try on the other dresses in one go!" Jim said excitedly as he stood up. Jin looked at you, seemingly checking if that was ok with you, so you gave him a slight nod and stood up to follow Jimin. He led you down a wing of the castle you were unfamiliar with, "This is my connection to the castle." Jimin explains as you walk, "It's very beautiful." His castle is similar to Seokjins, but holds a little more... elegance to it. There are many delicate light fixtures and pieces of art throughout it, giving it a different feel than Jins.

"Here we are! Jisoo, this is Seokjins betrothed, she will be trying on those dresses we have and then you can take her measurements for a wardrobe." Jimin said when you entered a room with a 9privacy curtain0, a huge mirror, and a small pedestal, as well as a few chairs and a table. The woman he was speaking to was gorgeous, long stark black hair, an angular nose, and sharp deep brown eyes, but a warm smile that rounded out her face. "Hello, it's my pleasure. My name is Jisoo and I am the seamstress and designer for the princes." Her voice was high, but melodic all the same. "It's nice to meet you as well, I'm Y/N, Seokjins fiancee. Thank you for doing this for me." Jisoo laughed and shook her head, "I finally get to make some beautiful dresses, and for an already beautiful woman at that. I should be the one thanking you." You tugged on a curl of your hair, embarrassed by her kind words.

"I will go fetch the dresses, I'll be back quickly." Jisoo excused herself, leaving you alone with Jimin once more. "So, Y/N, how are you liking the castle so far?" Jimin asked, sitting in one of the chairs. "It's certainly different from what I'm used to, though it's very beautiful." You answered, sitting in a chair at an angle from Jimin. "I hope that you will take care of Seokjin. I know this whole marriage thing is sudden and that you don't love him, but I hope that you will at least be a good friend to him." Jimin said, a serious expression on his face. You nod, "Seokjin deserves that at the very least. I want to be there for him if I can, no one has been this kind to me, outside of my late mother. He is a good man, that I know, and I won't take that for granted." Jimin broke out into a smile at your answer, "I'm glad to hear that Y/N, and please know that the other six of us are here for you as well." You returned his smile, then turned at the sound of the door opening once more with Jisoos return.

You stood up quickly to help Jisoo with the huge pile of clothing she had with her. "Oh goodness, thank you! I forgot how much more fabric dresses have, it sure makes it harder to transport them alone." She said, laying the dresses on the loveseat and gesturing for you to do the same with the ones you'd taken. "There are five dresses, each is a different colour and style so you can try them each on and decide which you like best, and then I will check if any alterations need to be made." Jisoo explained as she ushered you behind the privacy screen, one of the dresses hung over her arm. She threw in over the screen so that she could help you undress and then into the dress. You felt very exposed undressing in front of her, but this was her job after all.

The first dress was a lovely shade of pale blue, with a sheer flowing layer atop the skirt. Matching sheer fabric made up the sleeves that were puffy up to the wrist where they cinched in. The bodice was fairly simple, a v neckline that was still modest, with flowers embroidered across it . It was gorgeous, you'd never even seen a gown like this. Jisoo helped you shuffle into the various layers needed for the dress, then ushered you out and up onto the pedestal. You gave a spin and looked at your reflection in the mirror, "Very beautiful!" Jimin complimented as you surveyed the dress in full. You thanked him softly, then you were ushered back behind the curtain by Jisoo to try on another dress.

This time the dress was similar to the first, the same sheer fabric covering the skirt, in a peach colour this time. The sleeves were three-quarter length peach mesh, open and flowy. The neckline was rounded, while the entire bodice was covered in fabric flowers in yellow, white, pink, and green. A few yellow flowers were also sewn into the top layer of mesh, scattered about like they'd fallen from a tree . It felt a bit more uncomfortable, as pretty as it was. Your reflection obviously displayed this as Jisoo brought you back to the curtain barely a minute after you'd returned to the pedestal.

The third dress was a dark green. The top was a sweetheart neckline with straps that had a cut out in the middle covered with matching green mesh. Off the shoulder sleeves made of delicate short but flowing mesh accompanied the straps, while the same mesh was layered atop the light green skirt. Sweet bunches of pink embroidered flowers decorated the top quarter of the mesh on the skirt, while also lining the top along the cutout and neckline of the dress . The colour reminded you of the forest trees in the wintertime, while the flowers were like the first signs of spring. You spun around on the pedestal several times, admiring the different angles of the dress until Jisoo had you change once more.

Next was an off-shoulder dress in a sweet light pink, with slightly darker pink roses and whitish leaves and vines covering the bodice from top to bottom. The same roses were embroidered down the skirt along with a few vines. The colour was very pretty, it matched the idea of a princess you held in your mind . It felt more exposing than the other three dresses, though not really by much. You felt yourself covering your shoulders with your hands, or sweeping your hair to cover the exposed skin. It felt foreign despite the meager difference for the others. Jisoo tutted as she watched you fiddle with your hair and hands, then pushed you back to the privacy curtain to try the last dress.

The final one was soft yellow, with fancy white embroidery across the bodice and coming up from the bottom of the skirt. Golden leaves decorated the rest of the skirt where the embroidery was not so that the mesh looked full and elegant. The neckline was rounded but higher than the second dress and the sleeves went out to the edge of the shoulders before switching into a golden mesh that billowed out and then was brought back in above the elbow . The bodice was tight, slightly uncomfortable and you shuffled up onto the pedestal as best you could. It was holding back your movements and made you feel restricted, setting a frown upon your lips. "Not that one either than hmm..." Jisoo commented, bringing you behind the curtain again and helping you back into your original dress.

"Well, you looked amazing in each one Y/N, which do you think you'll choose?" Jimin asked when you came out. "Well, not the peach or yellow one, they didn't feel comfortable. The pink one I felt exposed in, so not that one either... I think I'll pick the green one, I felt like a true princess in it after all." You felt embarrassed to say so but it was the truth. "Perfect, that one already fits you exactly how it should! I'll set about getting jewelry to match, now Jimin, off you go so that I can do measurements." Jisoo shooed the prince away, as he promised to return in a half-hour to fetch you. "Now, let's get you undressed and measured." You gave Jisoo a smile and removed your dress once more.

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