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To The Wolves

♦️Pairing: Rebel leader Hongjoong x afab doctor reader x Rebel Yeosang ♦️genre/au: rebel leaders/dystopia. one-shot ♦️Word Count: 3,376 ♦️Warnings: mentions of a raid, lil bit of blood, smut(warnings below cut)- 18+ MinorsDNI ♦️AN: okay so thanks to my ult's just coming for my throat with that teaser video- and THIS just adding to the brain rot, this was created. a head's up that like halfway i lost focus and when i came back i had no idea what i was planning so i just winged it so if it seems like the tone changed a bit, there's that. ♦️Network: @pirateeznet ♦️and thank you my beta reader: @yourfatherlucifer

♦️♦️♦️Smut warnings: choking, rough, slight voyeurism, slight mxm, slight degradation, unprotected sex (dont do this), oral (m receiving), petname: Doll- yeosang is called pretty boy. lmk if i missed any.

Wolf in sheep's clothing was such an understatement when it came to these two. Two you had decided to trust with your life, your safe space, your dreams. Two men that were standing before you with their familiar innocent and sweet expressions, that after tonight, you realized were lies.

Hongjoong and Yeosang were the two that graced your doorstep the most, asking for supplies to help the needy and wounded or to get patched up themselves. What had started as two boys just trying to help out their communities after the raid attacks had turned into a friendship that you cherished and coveted. Their sweet smiles and gestures, heroic words that made you believe there was good in this damned city.

Those same two men were at the center of bloodshed and chaos earlier in the raids you so horrible despised. Sure you didn't care much for their foe, the men that ran this city with a heavy hand- but you also hated their anarchist ways to combat it. You always avoided the raids, keeping your doors open to give medical attention to any bystanders caught in the crossfire, and that was how you had met them.

And why you had run into the heap of chaos early tonight because you had seen them head that way. You had followed out of concern, worried for your friends, only to see a side to them that still had you reeling.

You had run into Yeosang at first, calling out to him as you had pushed past people in white cloaks. He had looked back, locked eyes with you, and watched his beautiful features harden. Jaw clenched, he twisted his head to the side as he turned away from you, barking orders.

Panic had welled inside your gut as you realized he was part of the rebellion- a bit part. So you ran, it didn't matter where, through alleyways and more of the chaos; you heard bombs go off and more leaving you frightened on more than one occasion.

You were hiding in an alley when he came across you: Hongjoong. There were a bunch of civilians before him, running away from the chaos and he seemed to be guiding them. He had looked rather shocked to see you crouched against the wall, struggling to breath, calling out to you.

You bit back the urge to tell him what you saw, noticing a bit of blood on his chin as he held his hand out to you. You had pushed it away and stood up with a scowl, shaking your head.

The grin he gave you as he dropped his hand was purely sadistic and had your blood running cold. “Aw come on, don't be scared of me now.”

“Fuck you.” You spat, moving around him to make a run for it.

He licked his lip, that smirk still there. “That can be arranged, doll.” He didn't come after you, just watched you run.

You should've known he didn't chase because he could just walk into your little clinic, your home, at any time: you gave him a key.

That's how you found yourself in your current predicament, fresh out of the shower and finding the two men you had considered confidants and more, in your room as if they owned it.

Yeosang at least had the decency to look guilty while Hongjoong was wearing that stupid innocent smile you now knew was fake. He didn't seem to care much, both still in their outfits from the riot and the blood from his chin was now smeared down his neck.

“Hey there doc, did we catch you at a bad time?” Hongjoong sat on your bed, legs outstretched before him as he leaned back on his palms. Yeosang stood by the door, arms crossed and unable to meet your gaze- wearing just a towel might have something to do with that though.

Holding the fabric tighter around your body you lifted your chin and stared Hongjoong down. “You better be here to return my key.”

He clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, reaching into his pocket and pulling said key out. “This key? Mmm, I don't think so.” He tossed it over to Yeosang who caught it easily. “You know we didn't intentionally hide this from you-”

“No, we decided to.” Yeosang added, staring Hongjoong down with the same tick in his jaw from earlier. “When we realized how you felt about the rebels, we didn't want to risk our resources getting thinned.”

Your jaw went slack, staring over at him. You weren't sure what shocked you more- his admission or how much it hurt to think that they used you for your connections. “So what… you pretended to be my friend to get access to my meds and resources? Are you fucking kidding me?!” Anger burst through you, hands clenched into fists on the towel. 

“We thought about it.” Hongjoong replied, getting to his feet with ease. “You're a good doctor, you have a good heart, we needed you. Still need you in fact. Don't run from us now.” He stopped just before you, reaching out to cup your jaw. “We know you like it, you want it. Want us.”

You stiffened at the touch, cheeks burning red as his words washed over you. Wanted them? He can't possibly mean- oh but he did. They had noticed.

It was just a silly crush; an attraction you vowed never to voice because they had been clients and then friends. You were a good person, you told yourself that, and that was the excuse you used never to make a move. You didn't want them to think you were friends with them to get their dick. And you didn't want them to think you were disgusting just because you wanted both.

Now that little crush was complicating things further. Who you thought were innocent, saint-like men were not that at all. No, they were rebels that thrived on anarchy and had your knees weak with the hard energy they had about them.

“Was it all a lie?” You squeaked out, defeated by your own emotions and the knowing look in his eyes.

This time it was Yeosang who stepped closer, a hand going to your hip as if to comfort you. “No, the only lie was keeping this part of us from you. We wanted to tell you.”

“We should've.”

“I didn't want to scare you-”

“That's you. I think I liked her trembling in that alley.” Hongjoong bickered lowly with Yeosang as they seemed to cage you in. “What do you say, doll, now that you've seen us as we are? You still want us?”

Yeosang pushed your damp hair to one side of your neck, running his nose up the curve of your exposed throat. “Do you want to see just how… rebellious we can be?” The deep rumble of his voice sent shivers down your spine and to your core.

Suddenly you felt like prey trapped between two salivating wolves. Both had a possessive hand on your hips, Yeosang's wrapping around your throat to expose your neck more while Hongjoong plied your fist off the top of the towel to loosen it. The worst part? You didn't fight them at all.

Your eyes were wide and locked onto Hongjoong’s dark gaze, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as the towel fell open and to your waist. Truthfully you were at an impasse. Morally you felt conflicted. Emotionally you hurt. But hormonally? Your thighs were becoming wet for an entirely different reason than the shower.

“Is this a lie? A ruse to get me to trust you again? To keep me in your clutches?” You whispered into the space between you, swallowing hard against Yeosang's hand.

“Do you want it to be?” Hongjoong asked as he peeled the towel from you, hands running up the front of your body appreciatively.

“No.” Your answer was immediate, no need to think it over because this was the truth: you wanted it to be real. With each touch you were beginning to ignore the rational sides of your mind as well, debating on taking them up on their offer.

A kiss to your sweet spot on your neck and the massage of your breasts was the final string broken- you caved. “If it's not, if you really want me like this… then show me.”

Your consent was all they needed before they snapped, devouring you just like the hungry wolves you expected them to be. Hongjoong’s lips were on yours while Yeosang's fingers sought out your other pair, finger sliding between the slick folds. The groan he let out just below your ear at how wet you are only had your walls clenching for more. They were positively sinful.

You weren't a rebel but damn did they make you feel like one against your own heart. With every kiss, every touch, you craved more. Wrapping your arms around Hongjoong you pressed closer, legs spreading to accommodate Yeosang's hand as he worked two fingers into your hole, spreading them to work you open.

You were the first to pull away, turning to Yeosang as a moan fell from your lips. Before you could say anything he was pressing his lips to yours.

“Fuck you’re so hot, doll. It's been so hard holding my tongue around you.” Hongjoong took your arms and guided your hands to his pants, bucking his hips to rub the bulge against your palm. “And listening to Yeo whine and pine for you was fucking torture. But I'm a generous man, I'll let him fuck you first- do you like that idea?”

Yeosang wasn't letting you pull away from his lips, his hand cupping your jaw and holding you in place while his fingers leisurely pumped into you. So you got creative with answering Hongjoong, squeezing his cock while grinding your hips down onto Yeosang's hand.

“Hmm I think she does- make sure you fuck her right Sangie~” Hongjoong stepped back, your hands in his as he gently pulled you away from Yeosang.

Both his fingers and lips chased you, stumbling after you with a growl. “Joong-”

“On the bed Sangie, and lose the clothes.” The pretty man stripped while Hongjoong helped you onto your bed, moving your body as he pleased while inspecting you as he saw fit. He arranged you like a doll, humming with approval as you let him. “Hmm you listen so well now, where did that attitude go huh?” When you whined in response he chuckled darkly. “I knew you would fucking like this.” Spreading your legs apart he made you hold them wide, admiring your wet cunt.

You squeaked out when he slapped your pussy, wide eyes meeting his amused smirk. It was still hard to wrap your head around this new side to him, your heart beating wildly in your chest, but he was right- you liked this. “I-I do. I-I'm trusting you both.”

As Yeosang climbed onto the bed, situating himself between your legs, Hongjoong moved off the bed to the end where your head. “That's a mistake doll, you shouldn't trust us. Don't you know how bad we are? You saw us.”

Yeosang took over your hold on your legs, pushing them wider to lift your ass off the bed a bit. “I think she likes the idea of being corrupted. Want us to corrupt you? Ruin you?”

You nodded, tearing your gaze from Hongjoong to look down at Yeosang, breath caught in your throat at the sight of his cockhead pressing against your entrance. “Fuck yes- please.”

“I guess you’re right, our little good girl wants us to ruin her. We should do it thoroughly then.” Hongjoong’s hand slid into your hair, both of you staring between your legs as Yeosang gave you just what you wanted: he pushed his cock forward, inch by inch disappearing into your sweet folds. 

Yeosang’s head fell forward a bit, lips parted in awe as he too watched. “You’re sucking me in so well.” You would’ve reached for him if Hongjoong hadn’t gone out of his way to pin both of your hands under your head, holding them by the wrist and your hair. When he bottomed out, you clenched down, both of you moaning from the pleasure.

Hongjoong was getting a bit impatient though, tsking. “Come on Sangie, ruin her.” 

Yeosang snarled his upper lip at Hongjoong, the tension between them palpable for a moment before Yeosang had his hand around your throat and was pounding into you relentlessly. The 0 to 100 of his movements had you reeling, crying out as your head fell back into Hongjoong’s hand. With your ass slightly off the bed, legs bent up to the point your knees grazed the bed under your arms, Yeosang was rubbing every inch of your inner walls that mattered.

“This what you wanted?” He hissed out, and part of you didn’t think he was talking to you; at least not entirely to you.

The fact Hongjoong answered with a breathless ‘yes’ had you clenching down on Yeosang, his harsh thrusts faltering at the feeling. 

It felt too good to actually focus on Yeosang, and with his hand adding just the right amount of pressure on your throat you couldn’t watch him even if you tried. But Hongjoong? You could see his expressions perfectly. He had a wildly dark look in his eyes, that sadistic grin appearing for a second whenever his eyes flickered down to your throat but otherwise he was watching the way Yeosang was ramming his cock into you.

Yeosang’s low grunts were a perfect compliment to his rough thrusts, the bed rocking from the force that didn’t seem to bother Hongjoong at all. He stood still, taking in the sight before him while still holding your head in the palm of his hand, watching as Yeosang brought you to a climax in the next few strokes. You cried out, Yeosang fucking you through the high that just made youre head even more fuzzy with ecstasy, barely registering the soft curses he let out at the realization that Hongjoong didn’t have any reaction. You whined for him, wanting him to want you just as much as Yeosang did, yet you didn't think he did. But just as Yeosang had seemed to snap, escalating quickly, so did he. 

Hongjoong quickly pulled his pants open and down, his cock springing out and slapping against your cheek. “Open up Doll, I can’t let the pretty boy have you all to himself.” 

Your head fell back, mouth open, moaning around his length as he wasted no time stuffing you in sync with Yeosang’s slowed thrusts. The angle had you gagging, the hand on your throat not helping much either, but you were enjoying it. No, it was the low rumble that left Hongjoong that made it enjoyable. Still reeling from your climax, the two men leisurely made use of your holes, showing that even in their quest to ‘corrupt you’ they were still kind.

Or perhaps it was just a momentarily sense of ease they gave you, Hongjoong’s hips snapping with a sudden roughness that had tears brimming in your eyes.

“Fuck I can feel you in her throat-” Yeosang whined, matching his thrusts as to not be outdone, his grip tightening around your throat making it tighter around Hongjoong’s cock

“Oh yeah?” Hongjoong moaned out in response, his hand covering Yeosang’s as the two locked eyes. “You feel every fucking thrust? Every inch of my cock inside her?”

You gagged, your now free hands grabbing Hongjoong’s pants and tugging before you really did find yourself suffocating on his cock. That would be one hell of a way to go though.

Hongjoong didn’t even take his eyes off of Yeosang at the gurgled sounds you made, but at your whine- “Don’t worry doll, I haven’t forgotten about you. Just need to make sure this dumb pretty boy has enough brain cells to fuck you properly.” He released your throat, letting Yeosang relax his grip and the pressure.

“She’s not complaining.” Yeosang shot back yet you swore he seemed to like it.

“That’s because she’s too busy choking on my cock. But I’ll happily take over fucking that sweet cunt, show her that it takes more than a pretty face to fuck properly.”

Yeosang groaned, hand removed from your throat to hold the back of your thighs, bending you a bit further to hit deeper. You cried out around Hongjoong’s cock, eliciting a breathless whine from him that was echoed by Yeosang.

“Fuck, I can’t tell if you’re enjoying my insults or pissed off by them but look at you- found yourself a second wind Pretty boy? You have the muscles for it, but not the brains for a comeback?”

The tension between them was palpable and felt through each thrust, beginning to annoy you just a bit as Hongjoong focused more on degrading the man fucking you with such a ferocity you really couldn’t think of much more. Not about to be forgotten, you clamped your pussy walls down around Yeosang while hollowing out your cheeks and sucking, resulting in both men cursing while their thrusts momentarily faltered.

“Oh fu- doll don’t do that.”

“We’ve been neglecting our baby.” You whined blissfully when Yeosang’s thumb found your clit, adding just a bit of pressure that had your hips bucking. “I’d also rather hear the sounds she’s making.”

“Oh really?” Hongjoong pulled out, leaving you gasping for air while he stroked your spit along his cock. “Mmm, you’re right, she does make better sounds with her mouth free.”

You honestly didn’t give a damn about the loud noises leaving you as you held onto Hongjoong’s legs. “C-close, wanna come.” Lifting your head a bit you could see Yeosang now and the sight he made: muscles bulging as he held you folded over enough you could easily see the full length of his cock disappearing into your squelching cunt -which alone was a sight to behold- yet you couldn’t take your eyes off his fucked out expression. Pupils blown wide, hair sticking to his forehead and brow that was scrunched together in concentration, and lips parted around soft little moans that were barely audible over your own.

He looked like he was straight out of your wet dreams but better. Better because you could see Hongjoong stroking his cock in your peripheral vision. His free hand was once more under your head, both of you watching Yeosang and you swore that both of you loved the sight of him fucking you.

You didn’t have time to question it, not when Yeosang’s head fell forward, letting out the sweetest whine in his deep voice. “Come with me, please~”

It didn’t matter which of you he was talking to, the next moment filled with a symphony of sinful sounds as you were covered inside and out with their cum, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your own orgasm washed over you. 

You were still reeling when Yeosang pulled out and set you down, leaning down to still a kiss that required all your focus just to give back. Your legs were still shaking, well aware you would be sore tomorrow and lucky if you would be walking without issues in the next hour. Your throat and thighs felt thoroughly bruised and used, so did your cunt.

The raid you had stumbled into earlier was forgotten, brain still buzzing from the effects. Yeosang’s body heat was replaced by a damn towel, cleaning off the cum on your chest and shoulders before it was tossed to Yeosang who cleaned up your thighs and core. Slowly you blinked up at Hongjoong, barely processing that he was fully dressed now.

“Now that everything is out on the table, we won’t be holding back anymore. Are you prepared?” That cold twisted smile was back on his face, Yeosang coming into view with his jaw tightly clenched with emotions you couldn’t place.

Now the raid did come crashing back to you: the sight of chaos and destruction and these two in the middle.

Wolves in sheep’s clothing, and you happily let them devour you.

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Ever Lovely - 1

Pairing~ Fae Prince!Bangchan x reader (afab/fem) x Fae Prince!Lee Know

Warnings~ Angst, cursing, crying, drinking, fae tricks, arranged marriage

WC~ 10k

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Minho swore under his breath as he maneuvered through the crowded tavern. He was reminded of how much he hated humans. They were loud, brutish and they smelled god awful.That’s not to say he enjoyed the company of other fae folk much either, yet he would choose the members of the seelie and unseelie courts way before he would choose the companionship of humans. 

The fae prince settled into a booth in the corner, offering a sneer to the drunkard that bumped into his table, the beer the oaf was drinking splashing onto the table. Another thing Minho would never sully himself with is the vile swill that was the liquor of mortals.

But the man was not here of his own volitions. No- he was here to find his dear friend; the heir to the Court he resided in. His cat-like eyes scoured the room (one of the things his glamor could not hide), as he visually hunted for the crown prince. If there was one thing about Minho is that he had good eyes.

 The tavern was small and cramped, and full of people. There appeared to be some sort of celebration tonight that was rousing the towns folk but honestly Minho couldn’t care less what the occasion was, he just knew this was the type of place that he would likely find Chris. The elder had been gone for too long and some people were starting to ask questions. 

With one more glance over at the crowd he spotted him, the messy mop of curls being a dead giveaway. Well, that, and the light pointed tips at the end of his ears that he didn’t glamor away. Minho noticed that Chris seemed utterly entranced by something, his eyes shining brighter than the stars of his court and mouth curled up in a toothy grin, showing off his dimples. He followed his line of sight and was absolutely blown away by the sight in front of him. 

“Your highness, it’s time to awaken. Your presence is being requested in the main dining room.” 

The curtains that enveloped your room in darkness were yanked away, the shadows now being replaced by bright beams of sunlight. You groaned and pulled a pillow over your head, but that too was stolen from you by your maids. You were never much of a morning person but unfortunately your position demands you be up bright and early most days. 

“Your highness, I understand it is quite early, but his royal majesty will not remain patent for long.” Mara, your head maid who had raised you, pulled the blankets from your body swiftly. “So it is imperative that you make haste.” 

That woke you right up, sitting up in a hurry and your eyes wide. “My father has requested me? For what reason?” 

“I know not.” Mara answered, scuttling around gathering your corsage and silks. From her body language and the way she didn’t meet your gaze showed you she did know more than she let on. Mara was notorious for knowing all the gossip and information that flitted around the palace grounds- a trait she denied having. 

You narrowed your eyes slightly at the elder woman, rolling out of bed with a hearty ‘hmph’. You were quickly ushered around as the dressing team made you presentable, no matter how many times you insisted you would rather do it yourself. 

Your mind was running through all of the scenarios that could be the reason for your summons and it was making you grow anxious. You knew if you were being summoned like this then it must be something serious, and that thought made you grow anxious. The maids stood you in front of the  large standing mirror and Mara began to tightly lace up your basquine. She appeared troubled, with a furrow in her brow and an almost sad glimmer in her eyes. 

“Mara.” You began, keeping your voice low and sincere, “You can share your turmoils with me. What troubles you?” 

The elder woman chewed her bottom lip- another habit of hers and one you had taken on yourself- and breathed in deeply as she thought. Eventually she settled on denial. “The only thing that troubles me, your highness, is that you are clearly feeling finicky this morning and it will not end in your favor should you choose to bring it in front of his Majesty.” She finished tying your laces and then slipped your corsage on you. “There, all finished. Now you look most presentable.” 

You rolled your eyes dramatically, “Mara, you know I detest the title, especially from you.” The maid only huffed and shooed you out the door. 

You stepped out into the hall with a laugh and began to walk to the main hall, but Mara's voice stopped you. “Your highness,” You turned back around expecting another scolding but instead you were met with her wringing her hands in her apron and worry etched across her face. You had never seen her look so thrown. “Please, don’t say anything rash to your parents.”

 By parents you knew she meant your mother. The Queen. Or as you affectionately deemed her in your head, the royal bitch. You gave Mara a serious nod as a sign you understood and she waved you off once more. While her warning did nothing to calm your nerves, it did offer you a sliver of insight. Whatever this was about was your mothers idea. 

You took your time as you strolled through the castle, not in a hurry for what you were sure was about to be an uncomfortable chat. The walls of the castle were adorned with paintings of your ancestors, the past rulers of the kingdom scrutinizing you as you passed. Even though you had seen them a thousand times, as you grew up here, the marble statues and glistening crystal of the chandeliers never ceased to catch your eye with their beauty. As much as you hated being royalty, it was a magnificent place to live. 

You approached the large doors to the dining hall and the servants that were stationed there opened them for you. You thanked them with a light nod and entered to see your parents sitting at one end of the long dining table. Arranged before them were platters full of various pastries and meats and, of course, your father already had a goblet in hand filled with what you knew was wine… at half eight in the morning. Both of their heads turned to you as you entered the hall. 

“Y/n, how nice of you to finally join us, late as expected. Come sit. We have much to discuss this morning.” Right to the point as usual with your mother. 

Your father smiled at you, “Good morning, sweetheart.” 

You smiled back as you sat at the table beside him. “Good morning, father. Are you well this morning?” 

His grin turned nervous and his eyes flickered back to your mother- quick enough that you almost missed it- and he hummed. “As well as I can be, my dear.” 

“Enough chatter,” Mother put her bejeweled hand up to silence you before you could respond. You definitely understood why your father drank so much. It’s so he can put up with her. “Y/n, I am afraid I cannot sugarcoat this matter,” Since when has she ever sugar coated anything.. “But you are getting old.” 

That certainly was not where you thought this would go, “I beg your pardon?” 

“And because of your age our options are now limited,” She continued, “at your request we have delayed putting you on the marriage market, but we no longer have that luxury.” 

No. No, please don’t say what I think you’re going to say. 

You could feel your heartbeat quicken and the tremble in your fingers. 

“We thought that surely no one would want a woman at the age of five and twenty, practically a spinster, but luck seemed to be on our side.” Your mother had a pleased grin on her face. “You have received a marriage proposal. Prince Jungkook from the Southern Isle has requested your hand in marriage.” She clapped joyously, the sound filling the silence of the room. 

Your mouth was wide in shock and you had so many thoughts, too many to keep one coherent one, and your first reaction was to stand abruptly. Your chair fell backwards and to the floor as you stood, clattering to the polished marble. “I will not!” 

“Y/n” Mother lowered her voice in warning but you wouldn’t be deterred. 

“No! I do not even know Prince Jungkook! I cannot marry a man I do not love, let alone do not know. I refuse!” You stared now at your father. “Father, please do not let her do this.” You pleaded, eyes starting to fill with tears. 

He looked crestfallen and he cast his gaze down, “I’m sorry, love bug. For the good of the kingdom we must accept the proposal.” 

Now that absolutely broke your heart in two. The liquid that had been building on your lash line finally fell down your cheeks. Father had always been your favorite, the only blood parent to actually love you, and the only one who had ever been in your corner. It was his decree that you waited to marry until you had chosen your own suiter. It seemed like you had taken too long.

Your mother appeared smug as she tapped her long nails on the table. “Exactly. You should consider yourself lucky that such an esteemed Prince such as Jungkook has chosen you as the sow to produce his heir. And not just his heir, but the heir to this kingdom. In case you have forgotten you are an only child, and someone will need to rule once we are gone.Plus his kingdom is rich and yields much profit. Jungkook will be here by this evening. Tomorrow we shall begin the wedding preparations. If all goes to plan you will be wed in one week's time.” 

You dabbed your tears with the sleeves of your dress, caring not for decorum. “You are a vile, horrid woman. I will never forgive you for this, mother. And I will not marry him!” You did not wait for her reply before you stormed away back to the large doors. You could hear her behind you yelling your name and when you did not respond she started calling you an insolate brat. 

You ran all the way back to your chambers, ignoring any attendant who greeted you as you went. You yanked the door open and came face to face with Mara, who had been waiting for your return. Her own eyes had a sheen of crystalline tears, as she had known what was about to happen. 

“Oh Y/n.” Her voice broke and you threw yourself into her embrace, sobbing into her shoulder. The elder rubbed soothing circles on your back with one hand and used the other to stroke your hair. “My sweet girl, I am so so sorry.” 

“Mara,” You bawled, holding her as tightly as you could but she did not mind, holding you just as tightly to her. Mara had never had any children on her own, instead as your nanny since birth she cared for you and taught you and raised you as one of her own. Throughout your childhood you would stay awake at night, staring up at the night sky watching for shooting stars, wishing with every fiber of your being that you would wake up and your real mom would be Mara. Each morning you were disappointed to find your wish did not come true. “Mara, I cannot marry him. I cannot.” 

“Shhh, my dear, it’s alright. Everything will be alright. The stars shall align as they need too, and it will all work out just as it should.” She was holding back her own sniffles and she comforted you. As comforting as it was, you both knew there was no telling what events were about to unfold. 

You hadn’t uttered a word the rest of the time you sat in your chambers. Even as the maids bustled around you and dressed you in one of your finest gowns you remained silent. Thankfully the tears had stopped flowing by now but they almost began again as you could hear the whispers of the junior maids, talking about your upcoming engagement and squealing like children. They only stopped when they were scolded by Mara, the elder striking fear into them when she threatened them with chamber pot duty for the next month. 

You felt numb when you looked at yourself in the full length mirror for the second time today. Had it been any other occasion you would gush about how pretty you looked dawned in the sky blue gown with white trim (your kingdom's royal colors), but you couldn’t bring yourself to comment on it. A clopping of hooves could be heard from your open window that overlooked the grounds, a carriage was approaching. By the way the maids swarmed to the window and let out girlish squeals you could only assume that the Prince had arrived. 

It was no longer than ten minutes before there was a prompt knock at your door. “Your highness, I am here to escort you to the parlor promptly.” A slightly muffled voice called to you. It sounded like the main officer of the grounds, a man named Mingyu. Once upon a time you had been best friends, back in your teens when he was training for the royal guard. But as he climbed the ranks and became responsible for guarding the crown you had drifted apart. Now it has been years since you held a real conversation. You knew that he was sent to ‘escort’ you to the Prince to make sure you did not try to run away.

Mara squeezed your shoulders from behind in reassurance, “Remember dear, smile and nod. Do not give anyone the satisfaction of weakness.” You nodded and chewed on your lip. “It’s just a meeting and the announcement, easy enough.” 

“You are right, Mara.” You took a deep breath as she went and opened your door, showing you out. As you had guessed, it was indeed Mingyu who awaited you. He offered you a gentle smile and motioned for you to go ahead of him. “Hello, Mingyu. I trust you are well?” 

He nodded, “Yes, your highness. I am thankful to find myself in good health. And you, your grace?” 

“That is good. I am much the same.” There was an air of awkwardness as you walked, neither of you sure what to say- if you should even exchange words at all. All too soon you were standing outside the parlor room. “Thank you for escorting me, Mingyu.” 

 Before you could reach for the door handle his voice called to you, “Y/n,” You were startled to hear your name from his mouth, as he hadn’t said it to you in a long time. It had usually been your title and nothing else. You blinked up at him and could see the sullen look on your face. “I understand my word may mean nothing in this instance, but the prince seems like a good man. His officers speak highly of him.” 

You didn’t know what to say, so you gave him a tight lipped smile, “thank you, Mingyu.” He nodded and pulled the door open for you. You waited for the doors to be opened before you stepped into the room. Mingyu announced you officially as you entered. “Announcing the royal highness, Y/n, crown princess of Azura.” He bowed and closed the door behind you. 

You scanned the room quickly, seeing both of your parents speaking to another older looking couple who were dressed regally. You could assume they were the King and Queen of the Southern Isle. Standing beside them was a handsome man with dark hair and dark eyes. Prince Jungkook. You had only seen him in passing at balls in your youth, but never held a discussion with him. He looks older; his baby face had become a little more defined and his build was stockier.  

Your father was the first to greet you, standing at attention and coming to lead you further into the room. “Hi love bug, come meet our guests.” You nodded and followed him over.  You quickly wiped your sweaty hands on your dress as inconspicuous as possible but the glare from your mother told you that you were not as slick as you thought. “ King Junghyun, Queen Jeonywon and Prince Jungkook,  this is my daughter Y/n.” 

You curtsied low and lifted your hems from the ground, “It is an honor to meet you, your majesties.” 

“Such a polite girl.” The queen commented, eyeing you up and down. “Stand tall, let me get a good look at you my dear.”

 You straightened up and dropped your hems, plastering a smile on your face even though you felt like scowling. From a young age mother had instilled in you the biggest lesson a royal has to know- fake it until you make it. Don’t show weakness, and always keep a kind face. You looked only at the King and Queen, choosing to ignore the roaming gaze of the man standing beside them. 

The Queen strutted around you, taking mental note of your features. You jumped slightly at the sudden pinch she gave you on your hip, but otherwise remained still and silent as she poked and prodded. “Yes, she will do. Nice lower structure. Much suitable for birthing many babies.” You almost choked on your spit, eyes widening ever so slightly at her blatant conjecture. “Though her age leaves much to be desired.” 

As badly as you wanted to retort you knew better, instead choosing to bite your tongue. Hopefully this charade will be over soon. Your mother interjected instead, “ We understand her age is not ideal, but we can assure you our daughter is of utmost health, in both body and mind.” 

The other queen hummed, “Come, “She grabbed your arm and pulled you over to a small table that had a few cups of tea sitting there. “Let us chat whilst the men work out the details of the arrangement.” You nodded, allowing her to pull you and still making no attempt to look over to the man that was to be your betrothed. The two kings and crown prince went over to a desk and began to look over some official documents. 

Mother came and sat beside you, gesturing for a member of staff to pour some tea for the three of you. “My daughter is most accomplished, she has had the best tutors from all over the world come to teach her.” 

The other queen hummed again, taking a sip of her tea. “Tell me dear, can you read and write?” 

“Yes, your majesty.” You answered. 

“How many languages do you currently speak?” 

“Four, your majesty.” 

“And do you play any instruments?” 

“Yes, your majesty. I am most proficient in piano, violin, guitar and the harp.” 

“Excellent.” She clapped in joy. “My Kookie does love himself a good song on the harp.” Kookie..? “ In fact he is most fond of music, so in order to win his favor I suggest learning even more instruments. Can you sing?” 

Now this is where your passion lies. Your eyes visibly brightened and you nodded, “Yes your majesty. In fact I would say it is a great passion of mine, as well as danc-” 

She cut you off, “Wonderful. That will come in handy when it comes to soothing the children. Babies do love a soothing voice.” 

“Babies, your majesty?” You gulped, hiding your fear behind your tea cup.

“Of course. As many as possible. And as quickly as possible. We expect a new addition to the family to be born within the first year of marriage.” 

This time you actually choked, your tea coming back up and making you cough. Your mother handed you a handkerchief. “You must be more careful, Y/n.” She gave you a tight lipped smile and a death glare, then she turned to the other queen. “Please forgive her, her allergies are most bothersome this time of year.” 

She waved her hand, “It is no bother, I myself suffer from hayfever. Though we will have to get a handle on that before the wedding. We want it to be decorated bright and lovely, so there will be many flowers. We do not want her highness to be mucking up the event with sneezing.” 

“Yes of course, I will have the royal physician whip something up for her most hastily.” Your mother agreed, nudging you harshly with her foot, making you bite back a wince. “As for colors, I believe a fuchsia would be most agreeable with…” 

It was at this point you had tuned out the rest of the conversation. Instead your eyes were locked in on what was happening across the room. You watched as your father picked up the brand new quill from his desk, dipped it into a caveat of dark, murky ink and then dragged it across the parchment of a legal binding; sealing your fate. 

You watched as the King of the Southern Isle shook hands with your father, then clapped his son on the back in a congratulatory way. It was pitiful, really, the way everyone was in great spirits yet you have never felt more dread in your entire life. The pit in your stomach was heavy and for a moment you thought you might be sick. 

Both kings came up to where you were sitting, your father rested a hand on your shoulder, using his thumb to try to calm you down before a scene was made. “A date has been set. In seven days our kingdoms will be untied forever.” 

The two women you sat with cheered in delight, launching back into preparation talk. Another figure came and stood beside you, and this time you couldn’t help but to look. It was Jungkook. He offered you a gentle smile, but the happiness did not entirely meet his eyes. 

Before you could internally dissect that look on his face, you were interrupted by your father. “What do we all say for a spot of dinner? You three must be famished from your long journey here.” 

Your mother agreed, standing from her place and smoothing out her gown. “Indeed, we must all be well fed and rested for the royal announcement tonight.” 

Ah yes, of course. The royal announcement. Where you will have to stand before the people of the kingdom and declare your betrothal. Then everyone would know. Then there would be nothing else you could do to get out of it.  

Jungkook stuck his arm out for you to take, as you are now engaged and it is customary that he escorts you. “It would be my honor to escort you to dinner, your highness.” If you had known him better you would have said he seemed nervous. 

“Thank you, your highness.” You accepted his arm, and together with your families you went down to the dining room. 

There was a crowd of people as far as your eye could see. It appeared as though the whole kingdom had come to hear the announcement. As you stood together on a tall balcony overlooking the royal promenade you could only focus on the smiling faces of your subjects, how excited they seemed at the prospect of joining your two nations. Oh how you wished to be down there with them, being a part of your people instead of up here looking down at them. 

You and the Prince were locked arm and arm as you overlooked the crowd. It was still rather awkward, as you had not spoken more than a few words to each other since dinner. Not that you were paying much attention to him, or to the speech that the Kings were making. Instead you were daydreaming about what it would be like to be a normal person. No royal responsibilities, no imprisoning castle walls, no arranged marriages.. It was a dream you visited often. 

If you weren’t a royal then you may have been able to pursue your true passion. Performing. There was nothing you loved more than singing and dancing, putting on a show and making people smile. That was your calling, it was what you were born to do. That is why you often sneak out of the castle at night and into local establishments, singing songs of heroine tales and dancing the nights away with your subjects. It is the only thing that keeps you sane. 

A sudden burst of applause brought you out of your daydream and back to the scene at hand. The people were cheering and sending hearts up to you with their hands, showing their support for the upcoming nuptials. It made your heart sink even further when you thought of how happy they seemed, while you were miserable. The crown that sat upon your head had never felt heavier.

The two kings ended their speech by thanking the townspeople and wishing them a wonderful night. You were escorted back into the estate and you quickly let go of the prince's arm. His mother bounded over to you and wrapped you in a hug. 

“That went perfectly! You were excellent my dear, simple excellent. It seems like your people are very fond of you. That is good, it makes the transition easier.” She patted your cheeks and smiled at you. You could only nod, but even that was sluggish. “Oh poor thing, you must be exhausted. It is not everyday a lady gets engaged.” 

“Yes I quite think it is time for us all to retire for the night.” Your father agreed, “there is much to do tomorrow. Some sleep will be just what she needs. I will have my footman escort you three to your rooms.” The Jeon family bid you goodnight and you walked back to your chambers. 

The second you were alone behind closed doors you broke back into quiet sobs. Your hand covered your mouth so as to not let any sound escape and your back slid down the door until you were met with the floor. Thankfully you had requested no servants tonight. 

This was all too much. This restriction was too much, this objectification was too much, the expectation was too much. And so was this godforsaken gown. With angry and nimble fingers you tore the offending heavy fabric off of your body and threw it across the room. Your corset proved to be a more difficult task. As hard as you pulled you could not get it off and you let out a cry of frustration, your tears clouding your view and making it even harder to get the strings undone. 

After another minute of struggling you resorted to drastic measures and found a rogue pair of shears that one of your dressmakers must have left here, snipping away at the expensive fabric until it too fell to the floor. Finally you felt like you could breathe, the air filling your lungs as you threw the shears away from you. 

You put your hands on your chest and felt the harsh beating of your heart. You tried to take calming breaths and steady yourself. You knew all too well the signs of an oncoming panic attack and knew that that is the last thing you need right now. No, what you need is to get out of here. To get out of the castle and to be with your people, where you belonged. 

You wiped your eyes and began to search through your wardrobe for your simplest dress and cloak. You had stuffed them as far as you could the last time you had needed them, a mere four days ago. With quick efficiency you dawned the outfit, feeling more at home in the simple attire than your own usable wardrobe. It was a cute dark blue milkmaids dress that had light poofy shoulder sleeves and you paired it with a cloak of a similar color. 

Now all you had to do was wait. You knew that the servants would be heading to their quarters soon and that the castle would be still, that was when you would make your exit. Thankfully you did not have to wait long as within the hour the estate had fallen into silence and you could see from your window the changing of the guard. Perfect. The night guards were incredibly laxed with their job, often not paying attention or falling asleep on duty. That made them easy to squeak past. 

You took off your shoes and held them in your hand as you carefully and slowly opened your door, peering out into the hall and seeing no one. After closing the door you began to make your way through the halls, keeping your steps light and quiet as you stuck to the shadows. At this point you had done this so many times you knew how to get out of here like the back of your hand, and you had made it out with ease once again, slipping out a back entrance undetected. 

When you were far enough out the door you put your flats back on and began your journey into town. 

The whole town was alight with revelry. The streets were filled with merriment and everywhere you looked you saw people laughing and dancing. It seemed like they were more excited than even you had anticipated for the news of your upcoming nuptials. It both broke your heart and warmed it all at once. 

You made your way down the cobblestone streets and to your favorite place to visit; Tavern le belle. It was a quaint little establishment but it was usually filled with the kindest people, and also served the best honey mead in the whole kingdom. 

Tonight it was especially packed, each corner was filled with your subjects cheersing and bobbing along to the exuberant fiddle player that played upon the makeshift stage. You recognised the musician as the owner's young son, Vernon. It was like he knew you had entered as his beaming smile immediately beckoned you over, “Ann! Get on up here girl!” 

You returned his smile and bounded for the stage, climbing up and unceremoniously dropping your cloak to the floor. Ann was the name you used when you visited the townsfolk, easy to remember and common enough that you slipped under the radar. 

As soon as you stood upon the wooden stage you felt more at home, like you had never left in the first place and your feet started to move almost on their own. You began to twirl and dance along with the high energy song that Vernon was playing, feeling more free than you had all day. You pranced and stepped and moved like you were born to do, keeping up with the fast pace of the song as if you had done it a thousand times. 

Just as quick as it started the song eventually came to an end, the people cheering and clapping for you both. You were breathing hard and couldn’t wipe the smile from your face. 

“Ain’t she a great dancer, folks?” Vernon yelled out for everyone, and in return they cheered again. You felt your face heat up and you glared over at him. He snickered and continued. “ Well she’s also a great singer! How bout a song for the people, Ann? It’s a joyous occasion afterall!” 

He gave you no chance to respond before launching into another song, this time it was a little slower and one you instantly recognized. It was the first song you had ever sung here, those few years ago when you came here for the very first time. 

“I was listenin' to the ocean

I saw a face in the sand

But when I picked it up

Then it vanished away from my hands, dah” 

You began to sing, the soft first words catching the crowd's attention. 

“I had a dream, I was seven

Climbin' my way in a tree

I saw a piece of Heaven

Waitin' in patience for me, dah”

You closed your eyes, swaying with the music as you sang, before opening them again and going into the chorus. 

“And I was runnin' far away

Would I run off the world someday?

Nobody knows, nobody knows

And I was dancing in the rain

I felt alive and I can't complain 

But no, take me home

Take me home where I belong

I can't take it anymore” 

You danced around the stage, gliding on your toes gracefully already getting lost in the song. All eyes were on you as you moved. But you didn’t know exactly whose eyes were on you also.

There was nothing Chris liked more than human festivities. He found them much more fun than the dreary parties the fae threw. Chris had been itching to get away from the fae wild for a while, his court becoming too stuffy in the last few centuries- especially now that he had reigned over it. The prince hadn’t gotten out as much as he would have liked, really it’s been ever since his mother, the past ruler of the Court of stars, had died that he had come to the mortal plane to mess with the humans. Life had been too busy but he decided he deserved a night off. 

And how fortunate was he that he came on a day when the entire kingdom was celebrating. 

The sun was shining high in the sky when he crept out of the tunnel that led to the portal to his court, his pale skin feeling the pleasant warmth of its rays.  Another reason he loved coming here was to feel the sun- to bask in the fruits of his court's labor- as the sun is a much beloved star. 

Chris took in everything as he moved throughout the town, mingling with the people and ignoring the looks he received from his pointed ears. Chris never much cared to use a glamor, he found it wasted too much of his energy and he was not about to leave the celebration early due to his exhaustion. And he never gave two shits if a human were to suss him out, in fact he found it more amusing when they did. As he spent time galavanting around he learned that a major announcement was to come from the Royal family this evening and that is why the whole kingdom was abuzz. 

The fae prince thought about causing mischief but thought better of it, there was no reason to ruin anyone's fun on such an exciting day. He spent a few hours trying foods from stalls, taking in current human fashion and learning about the gossip that spread throughout the kingdom. Eventually his beloved sun had begun to set and the common people made their way to the royal promenade. He followed them in sheer curiosity and gathered amongst the crowd at the back. 

Even though he was furthest away from the announcement he could still see  and hear everything. His fae senses made it easy to see right up on that balcony. And what awaited his eyes was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The princess of the kingdom of Azura. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you stood up there locking arms with a prince from another kingdom. As he listened to the speech that the rulers made he understood exactly what was happening here; this was your engagement announcement. 

Even from his place so far away he could see how fake the smile you had on was, it did not meet your eyes for even a second. Interesting. It must be an arranged marriage. He clicks his tongue as the event ends and he watches you turn and walk back into the castle. 

Chris wanted to see more of you and had debated making his way up there to meet you. It would be easy enough for him to climb that balcony,  but ultimately decided he would save that for another day. He was known for his impulsivity and here during a massive gathering of people was not the time for it. 

As he strutted through town he couldn’t get the image of you out of his head, his mind running over how he could see you again or if it was even a good idea to seek you out. One thing he never stopped to consider was why he wanted to see you again so badly. The prince shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts. He needed a distraction- some fae fuckery and a drink was in order. 

He saw he was approaching a young child and his mother. The boy was maybe about three years old. Chris gave the young boy a small wave and a smile, then out of thin air he made a small lollipop. The small boy reached up and took the candy from Chris, his mother not paying close enough attention to see her son take the candy from a stranger. Chris ruffled his hair and kept on walking with a devilish smirk on his face as he counted down. 

3..2..1

“Hot! Too hot!” The child screamed, throwing the sucker to the ground and starting to cry. 

The fae snickered as he listened to the chaos the child was causing behind him. For a fae trick it was pretty tame, but having not messed with humans in centuries it scratched the itch he felt in his blood. 

There was a crowded little tavern that looked inviting, the low light from the fireplace and the jaunty music pulling him in. He went up to the bar and ordered a drink from the kind old woman behind the bar. The fae prince illusioned a few gold pieces and set them on the counter, then grabbed his drink and went to find a spot near the stage. 

The mead was sweet as it ran down his throat, decent for human made but still not as good as mead from the fae wild- though he figured the mortal realm didn’t have honey goblins. And everyone knew you can’t have good alcohol without honey goblins. 

He was enjoying people watching when his ears twitched with the sound of someone climbing up onto the wooden stage. He casually peered over and the sight made him freeze. It was you. The girl he couldn’t stop thinking about. The princess.

 Chris watched as you started dancing, now sporting the lively smile you were missing the last time he laid eyes on you. He sat there for a second just observing how different you appeared. You were no longer wearing the fancy gown you wore for the royal announcement, instead you were wearing a modest commoners dress, but it didn’t make you any less beautiful. In fact, he thought you looked even more radiant. You looked free. 

“Ain’t she a great dancer, folks?” the fiddler called out, making the tavern cheer. Chris himself clapped and hollered along with them. “Well she’s also a great singer! How bout a song for the people, Ann? It’s a joyous occasion afterall!” 

Ann? Was he mistaken and this wasn’t the princess? No. It was you, he was sure of it. You must be using a fake name so you could remain undetected. Clever girl. Using fake names was definitely something he understood. 

The musician started playing another song, this time it was a slower piece. He watched as you began to hum and sway before you began to sing the words. He found your song haunting and enchanting, the pure emotion pulsing through him as you sang. Chris felt himself smiling as you danced, seemingly caught in a trance as he couldn’t take his eyes off of you once again. A prick in the back of his mind went off and his senses told him he was not the only one to be caught by you. 

Chris let his eyes flick over to the other side of the tavern and sure enough there was Minho, gazing up at you in awe just as he had. The elder knew that Minho had probably come here to find him. 

Minho had never thought a human could be this gorgeous. He usually found them plain and unappealing. But you.. You were something special. One look at you on that makeshift stage and he was hooked. He took in everything, the way you moved, the twinkle in your eyes and especially the sway of your hips. Though he would never admit it to anyone- especially Chris, who as far as Minho could tell was also under your spell. 

“ But I kept runnin' for a soft place to fall

And I kept runnin' for a soft place to fall

And I kept runnin' for a soft place to fall

And I kept runnin' for a soft place to fall”

Your voice quieted only slightly as the tune transitioned into a softer tone, then it picked up again and you leaped from the stage onto a nearby table.

“And I was runnin' far away

Would I run off the world someday?

But no, take me home

Take me home where I belong

I got no other place to go

No, take me home

Take me home where I belong

I got no other place to go” 

By now you had the whole tavern singing along with you, each patron belting out the lyrics and stomping to the beat. It was truly a sight to behold as your singing touched every person in there. Both boys couldn’t help but be proud of you. 

“No, take me home, home where I belong, no, no

No, take me home, home where I belong, oh, oh, oh

No, take me home, home where I belong, no, no

No, take me home, home where I belong

I can't take it anymore” 

You were breathing heavily as you finished the song, still standing on a table with the brightest smile on your face that you just could not wipe away. You had not felt genuinely happy in what feels like years. There really was no better feeling in the world than being here with your subjects and sharing in their joy. 

The crowd was cheering for you and you made a show of doing a dramatic bow, crossing your ankles and sticking your arms out wide. 

“Another song, Ann?” Vernon called out to you but you hastily shook your head. 

“Maybe a little later, Vern. I need a minute to catch my breath. Plus some of that mead is calling my name.” You replied as a man helped you down from the table. You thanked the man as Vernon began to play another solo song. Your mouth was dry so you scurried through the crowd, thanking everyone who praised your performance. 

Chris moved to follow you but there was a sudden hand on his shoulder that stopped him from going any further. Chris rolled his eyes as he turned around. “Hello Min. To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

Minho let his hand fall from the elders shoulder and he crossed his arms. “Spare me the pleasantries, Chris. You haven’t been home in a while.” 

Chris huffed, “I’ve only been here for five hours.” 

“Exactly. Five hours here. Which you know as well as I do that means five weeks in our realm. Far too long for the prince to be gone.” Minho responded, seemingly exhausted by this conversation already. 

“I am not the only prince now am I? There’s you and the others. I know you all are perfectly capable of managing without me for a while.” Chris was starting to get snarky. 

Minho hummed, “Yes, but we’re not the ones that other courts call upon when they require a meeting.” 

That had gotten Chris’ attention. “Who wants to meet with me?” 

“The Court of Wonder.” Minho grumbled, clearly not happy about it. 

“Ah, Pricilla.” Chris wanted to roll his eyes again, tired of the same song and dance with the Seelie queen. “She’ll never quit. How long did it take you to get her to leave?” 

“Four days.” They both grimaced. “The fit she threw was deafening. But you know she will come back and will not take no as an answer again. You must return with me now.”

The elder prince groaned, “Ohhh come on! Let’s stay just a little bit longer.” Then he smirked at Minho. “Don’t act like you don’t want to stay here, either. Not when there's a pretty little princess that caught your attention.” 

Minho looked away for a second then narrowed them at Chris. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Of course. I just could have sworn I saw the enchanted glaze over your eyes as you watched her. My mistake. I guess I shall just go talk to her by myself.” Chris turned away and took a single step when he felt the hand back on his shoulder as his movements were halted. 

There was a brief second of silence between them, then Minho spoke up with a quiet tone. 

“A princess you say?” 

You got to the bar and ordered. Just before you could put down some money for the drink a pale hand reached out and stuck a few gold pieces on the counter. 

“It’s on me.” 

You turned to face a very handsome man that stood on the left side of you now. His hair was dark brown and a mess of wavy curls and his voice was husky. There was a glimmer in his eyes and he looked you right in your own orbs, you could see a faint flicker of what seemed to be.. Purple? A small purple shine. No it must just be a trick of the light. You turned back to the bar to hide the shy expression on your face.

“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly let you pay for me.” You tried to wave him off as you put your own money down but a hand stopped you, grabbing your wrist before you could. Your eyes widened in slight shock that someone had put their hand on you and you were about to tell them off but as you turned to the side you saw that it was another man. Another beautiful man. 

“Do not fret, we have you covered.” The new one practically purred. His features were sharp and borderline catlike. His gaze was raking you over and it felt like he was looking into your soul. When he came back up to meet your eyes you could see a flicker of a deep glow. But just as quick as it came, it was gone. 

An almost erie feeling came over you with these two near you, but for some reason the warning bells in your mind weren’t going off even though you knew they should be. 

“That is very kind of you, thank you gentlemen.” You chose your words carefully and accepted the offer. A glass was put down in front of you. The barkeep, Donna, winked at you as she put it down. You immediately put the glass to your mouth to hide your embarrassment. A snicker from each man made you want to bury yourself underground. 

They were definitely the best looking men you had ever encountered (and that’s saying something because you were friends with Mingyu) and you honestly did not know what to do under their stares.

 Although something about their appearance was slightly unsettling. You couldn’t put your finger on it but something was.. Off. Maybe it was that their eyes were too big or that their cheekbones were too sharp. Or maybe it was even the first ones lightly pointed ears.  Perhaps it was best that you got out of here before you brought more shame to yourself. “If you would please excuse me.” You went to take your drink and go but a quip from the man to your left stopped you. 

“Leaving so soon, Princess?” 

A chill went down you as you looked at the man. “I- I’m sorry I think you may have me confused with someone else.” 

The other man chuckled, stepping closer to you. “I don’t think so, our eyes aren’t easily fooled my dear Y/n.” 

So there was something wrong with these two. It wasn’t just a trick of the light. 

You slowly set back down your drink and took a small step back as your mind ran wild with thoughts and ultimate doom. Mara used to tell you stories when you were a child. Stories of monsters, stories of mysterious deities who acted as tricksters, stories of faeries.

 You clutched the hems of your dress as you debated running and seeing how far you could go but your thoughts were interrupted. “You are a smart girl, aren’t you? You’ve already realized something about us.” 

You vehemently shook your head, trying to deny the truth that they already knew. The one with the catlike eyes hummed quietly, “Calm down, we only want to chat with you. You owe us since we bought you that drink.” 

That’s right. One of the things Mara told you was that never accept anything from a faerie or you will owe them something in return, of their own choosing. There was no way to get out of a fae deal, lest you suffer a terrible fate. 

“What would you gentlemen like to discuss?” You asked, trying to remain calm. 

“Not here, too many ears and eyes here. Let’s head outside.” The man with the pointed ears grabbed your hand and began to lead you outside. Your whole body was aflame and his skin touched yours. You had never held hands with a man before. If anyone were to see you then there would be a major scandal that you may never recover from. You were able to breathe a sigh of relief when you exited the pub and turned the corner of the building to see no one there. “Here we are, much better.” 

“Now what is it I can do for you?” You questioned and took your hand out of his, albeit reluctantly. 

“I want to know why an elegant princess such as yourself is out here mingling with the commoners and going under an alias.” Catlike man said.

“I-” You stuttered, clearly haven been found out. “I just.. Needed to get out.” 

“Does it have anything to do with your recent engagement?” The other one asked. 

“That’s not fair.” Your own voice surprised you, “You asked me something now I get to ask you something, right?” 

The two men exchanged looks then grinned at you, “Of course, ask your question.” 

“Who are you?” 

“My name is Chris, this is my good friend Minho.” 

The catlike man waved his fingers at you as he was introduced. “Nice to meet you, princess.” 

“Nice to meet you too.” You felt shyer after learning their names, but you still had a burning question. “What are you?” 

Chris tsked, “Nuh uh, our turn. Are you upset about your engagement?” 

You chewed your lip and looked down, biting back the painful truth. “Yes..” You eventually mumbled. 

“Ask your question now, princess. We shall be truthful.” Minho promised and offered you a smile. Another thing you had been told about supernatural beings is that they cannot lie- at least not directly. Though who knows how much of what you were told was the truth and what was hearsay. 

“What are you?” You asked again, feeling no ease when they each offered you devious toothy grins. 

Chris took one step closer to you and slowly brought his hand up to play with your hair. Your breath was caught in your throat and your body froze as he ran his fingers through the locks. He leaned in closer until his mouth was mere inches from your ear, and he let his eyes flare with a purple haze, “Faeries.” 

Your eyes widened with the information that you had already suspected and a gasp was stuck in your throat. The word kept replaying over and over in your head. 

Faeries

Faeries

Faeries

Even though you should be scared, you did not feel fear. Instead it was more like gentle unease at the fact that creatures other than the basic lifeforms you had grown to know were lurking and you had no idea. Why are they here? Do they wish to harm me? How many are there? Do they ha-

“Are you scared, princess?” Minho asked, also taking a step closer to you, so close you could feel this warm breath on your neck. 

You took a pause before answering. “No.” 

“Hm. I believe you.” Chris let go of your hair but did not make a move to give you space. “A princess as regal as you would never tell a lie.” 

You jumped right into your next question, “Are there more of you?” 

Minho looked around, “Here right now? No. But back in the wilds there are many of us.” At your confused face he continued, “The fae wilds, princess. Our realm, where we have our own court.” Minho looked pointedly at Chris. “Which we really should be getting back to.” 

It was then that you noticed how late it had become. “Oh my goodness, it is getting too late. I must return home before anyone notices I’m gone.” 

Chris grabbed your arm gently, “But we are not done talking. I wish to know more about you.” 

You shook your head, “I apologize but I must make haste back to my chambers. It would be ruinous if I were to be found out of bed in the morning.” 

“Come back to our realm with us.” Ever the impulsive Chris blurted out. 

“Chris..” Minho tried to warn but the elder would have none of it. 

“Come to our court, time works differently there and we will have all the time in the world to talk.”

“I-” You stuttered, giving him an incredulous look. “I do not think that to be wise, I must go to bed-” 

“Please. As I have said we would have all the time to talk. We-” Minho sent him a glare. “I would be happy to tell you anything you want to know about me and our world. I know you're dying with curiosity.” 

He was right, you were dying to know more about them. “What do you mean time works differently there?”

“Our world moves much quicker than yours does. An hour here is a week there. That is why we must also get back to our own court, Chris has been gone for far too long and needs to return to his business.” Minho flicked the elder. 

“That is incredible. What business do you have over there?” You asked but he shook his head. 

“Nuh uh, if you want answers you're going to have to follow us back to the wilds.” He smirked and stuck out his hand for you to take. “So what do you say, princess? Wanna live on the wild side? You did sing a song about running away. Now’s your chance.” 

You eyed his hand, weighing your options. You knew that you should go home- that you should leave what would surely become a mess and forget this ever happened. That would be the smart thing to do. 

But.. 

Your heart yearned for adventure, yearned to escape for a while even if it were temporary. “Will you bring me home whenever I request it?” 

“I promise. Should you utter the words that you would like to return we shall bring you. You have my word.” 

Minho was still watching the exchange. He wouldn’t pretend he did not also want to spend more time with you - you had already proved yourself to be the most interesting human he had ever met- but he was worried about the repercussions. He knew how dangerous his realm could be and how masochistic his own court could be at times. It would be a recipe for disaster. But technically even though he too was a prince he could not deny Chris’s wishes.  So he kept his mouth shut. 

He watched as you mulled over your options, and then gently placed your hand in Chris's hand.

“Deal. Lead the way.” You said, looking between the two of them. 

Chris started to lead you away, his hand still in yours as Minho trailed behind, your cloak clutched in his hold. He sped up and handed it to you, “Put this on, princess. Our court is a little cold.” 

“Thank you.” You slipped it on and continued to follow them. “You guys keep mentioning a court, do you mean a royal one?” 

“Oh yes, there are many courts within the fae wild. Each has their own monarchy and sets of rules. Some are better than others.” Minho answered, his eyes seemed to glow brighter the closer you got to the portal. 

“Which court do you come from?” 

Now they both looked a little excited, both sets of orbs shimmering and glowing. “The best one of course. The Court of Stars.” 

“Wow. Stars, like the ones in the sky?” 

“Indeed. You’ll love it there, it is the most beautiful place in all of the wilds. You’ll fit right in.” Chris winked at you and you felt your ears heat up. 

“I cannot wait to see it.” You ignored his comment. While walking you noticed you were getting closer and closer to the castle grounds. “I thought you were taking me to your realm, why are we going to my home?” 

“The entrance to our home lies beneath yours.” Then they veered off the path to the side of the grounds and into the surrounding woods. You still diligently followed them, after another minute or so they led you to a mysterious set of stairs that seemed to lead to nowhere. 

“Where did this come from? I’ve been around the grounds a thousand times and have never seen this staircase before.” You looked around confused, eyeing it suspiciously. 

Minho snickered, “Humans can’t see the entrance unless we want them too. I think your people call it a ‘fae trap’.” 

They took your hands and led you down the bizarre steps. The steps went down further than you could have expected, and after about three minutes of walking down the steps you entered a room. No, not a room. An indoor garden. 

Vines that were littered with small pink flowers covered the gray brick walls and arches, and the flowers seemingly got brighter and bigger the farther you ventured into the space. Many candles with a violet flame littered the ground. A light purple haze covered the air, the swirling air was moving through the garden as if beckoning you further in. Subconsciously you gripped tighter onto the two fae’s hands. At the very center was a tree- a  dark gray birch tree. It had no leaves on it but it still looked full and healthy somehow. But the most defining part was how it glittered. The bark shined like diamonds. 

Chris stepped up to the tree and put his other hand up, stopping only a mear inch away from touching it, and turning to look at you. “Are you ready?” 

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You felt Minho lightly squeeze your hand and it helped calm you for some reason. 

You slowly opened them and gave both boys a smile. 

“I’m ready for adventure.” 

Chris nodded and with one last look into your eyes, he pressed his palm against the bark of the glittering tree. 

It's here! yall i am so excited to share this series with you i have had this idea in my head for months

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Picnics (YGxOCxJK)

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Amazon (SJ)

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In a Dream You Touched Me (YG)

Play Me Like a Melody (YG)

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