18+ warning for my LANGUAGE ONLY!!!!!! You guys know I have a FILTHY & Dirty Mind and Mouth so all of my readings and my reader NEED TO BE 18 and up!!!! I love all my younglings I truly do my content for the older crowd cos of my language and filthy mind, but knowing y’all you will read it any Fuccin way but this is the warning that you’ll inevitably ignore, this is for adults only! This reading is a little fun reading about fun little facts about your spouses, choose an emoji and get to know your boo a little better while waiting for them!!
Disclaimer: TAROT IS NOT DEFINITIVE AS NOTHING IN LIFE IS SO DO NOT FOOL YOURSELF OR WORSE TAKE IT OUT ON ME COS YOU DO NOT OR WILL NOT UNDERSTAND HOW ENERGY FLOWS, THIS IS A GENERAL READING TAKE WHAT RESONATED AND LET THE REST ROLL OFF FOR SOMEONE ELSE! Thank you! Let’s get to know your boo’s! Oh yeah try not to spoil it in the comments for anyone else.
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Your Spouse right now is really thinking about you, they want to just talk to you, I’m seeing some of them are trying to communicate with you spiritually, have some of you been having random thoughts or lyrics and shit coming into your mind, that’s your spouses trying to tell you about their day. They really want to share their days with you, they are the type to come home and ask you about your day and tell you about theirs.
You and Your Spouses higher selves are already together so this is a very divine connection between you two. Your connection is manifesting, divine timing all the way.
So P1 you’re family oriented huh? It can even be chosen family, I’m seeing that your spouses will be killing themselves to impress your family and make a good impression because of what it means to you. 🥰
Some of your spouses are Scorpios, the rest are very Scorpio like, they are very mysterious and intense, great intuition as well, they are just accurate and very on point, I’m hearing that some of them are into tarot themselves, they are very sexual and taboo. Great in bed too!
Your Spouses are your platonic soulmates, I feel that you two were friends in many past lives, also some of you have the friends to lovers trope. They’ll help you out on your dates before they confess their feelings for you, you guys may be friends for a while. Unexpected connection I feel.
I feel your husband is very private, the Scorpio vibes definitely! I feel like with you they love it because I feel maybe some of you are introverted or ambiverted?? Either way you two will have a private connection, you guys disconnect from the world hella easily, the world fades away when you guys are together. Nobody will know ANY THING ABOUT YOUR CONNECTION!! Everything about your relationship it’s very private. Your intimacy with them will be so special and beautiful!!
Your Spouses are fuccin silly, I mean they are hella goofy! They are goofballs. They love making you laugh, I personally think most of your spouses went through some hurtful Shit, they found a way to cope with that pain through laughter and they’re always looking for a way to laugh off things, sometimes you may think they don’t take Shit seriously, but honestly they are the light of your life, they are always making you smile. Your spouses were alone for a long time, I am feeling like maybe some of you guys were alone or single for a long time, or even around others you felt completely alone! 🫂 I’m sorry. But with them you’ll never feel alone.
Your spouses think the world of you! They will WORSHIP you! They will be simping for your endlessly, such Scorpio vibes Frfr! They want NOBODY BUT YOU! Your feet will never touch the floor with them, I feel that’s a saying meaning they will never disappoint you, they want to serve you. They live to serve you! You’re their god/goddess.
Your Spouses are taking the steps towards your connection right now, making progress. Divine timing ⏱️! This is a truly divine connection! Truly unexpected you won’t know when this will happen, it’ll be a serendipitous event.
They have a little message for you. Again I see they really love talking to you, i need to be blunt though I’m deadass feeling codependent issues in your connection so space is needed! “Baby you’re amazing. You rocc my world and I know I’ve met you before, idk where but shit I know we’re connected already, when I’m by myself I fantasize coming home to you, kissing you, hi honey I’m home”.
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So I’m seeing that at some point either in your relationship or in your marriage I’m getting one of them for you guys, for some it’s the relationships others it’s the marriages, you and your spouse will move away from where you live or like your family and friends, you two will be moving to a new place and it’s going to be just the two of you, it’s like if you’re living in LA but you both move to Boston, where you have no family or friends but you guys have each other, so you two will take a huge step and start a new chapter together just the two of you.
Right now, I hate to be the delivery of this because idk how you guys will take it some of you but your spouses are dating around right now, they aren’t looking for love at this point, obvi you are hence why you reading this reading but I’m hearing some of them are young, early 20’s, so they’re just having fun, they’re enjoying their single life basically.
Your Spouses has such passion for you guys p2! There’s this flame that’s burning for just you but they’re hiding themselves behind someone else, again they are enjoying their single life, I am getting Aries vibes, maybe cos of the red color. I’m getting that they feel this fire for you, like they want to protect you, ha I heard Fucc the shit out of you, so hahah there’s that, they may be some players.
They LOVE to travel, they are very spiritual and they’ve been acknowledging their own spiritual journey, so there’s a lot of growth they’ve been experiencing, they love it too!
Ugh I hate delivering this as well! But I’m seeing that this is why you guys may move away, your spouses friends will be trying to sabotage your connection. One of your spouses friends will want to be with you so they will try their hardest to try to come between you guys oof. I hate interference ugh!
Your Spouses are very close to their mothers, they are also musically inclined, they can play an instrument, guitar, piano, etc.
Your spouses are dreaming about you guys and communicating astrally, on a regular basis!! They are a bit impatient, they want to meet you honestly because they have this sexual attraction and tension for you! They feel a strong sexual attraction for you!
Some of Your Spouses don’t like pork, they love Turkey. Some of them get sick just off the smell of pork.
Your Spouses loves the way you negotiate and handle business! They trust your judgment and your ability to handle yourself!
You two are meant to elevate each other! You two ascend into the best versions of yourselves together, this connection is so spiritual. True spiritual love. They’re apart of your spiritual journey & you’re apart of theirs. Hella Deep and ascending. Soo there are some triggering that’ll be happening here.
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Some of your spouses may be veterinarians and the rest just really really love animals. They are definitely animal parents, adopting dogs too, they volunteer too, I think some of them are vegetarians or vegans. They are not into eating animals, or hurting them I’m hearing PETA?
Oof they have a big ego, they confuse it with confidence so they do have a bit of arrogance, it will trigger you, you may not like confrontations p3 or putting people in their place but this connection will def trigger the both of you to grow and address those inner fears and ego issues.
Your Spouses are hella protective over the ones they love. They will kill and I do mean KILL anyone that disrespects you in any way!
You aren’t impress by their ego based impressions or attitude so they work their ass off trying to impression you, making corny jokes and doing shit just to get YOUR attention.
Your Spouses are your life partner, they will be doing everything to spend the rest of their life with you, I’m also seeing this is the person you’ll spend the rest of your life with them, yes we all know not all marriages last but YOURS WILL! This is a forever connection!
Your Spouses are tall, Esp if you’re looking for a husband, they’re taller than you or just bigger than you. They LOVE love, they just got out of a bad relationship with a person that weren’t treating them right. I think this is why they may depend on their ego.
Your Spouse is hella dominant, they love control.
They’re very guarded and scared to open their hearts up because of the past pain.
They are athletic, very fit too. They are young but very mature for their age. Very intelligent, they love to read. So it’s like a jock and a nerd combined. A sexy nerd lol.
Right now, they are feeling drained. Not very fun. They are going through some kind of family drama right now. It’s really taking it out of them ugh I hate that a lot of shit happened/happening to your spouses p3
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You guys are aligned right now. You can literally talk to them right now and they can feel your energy. Ask them to make themselves known p4, their presence is surrounding you now!
Your Spouses are workaholics. They keep themselves busy. I feel like they’re so ambitious. They take care of their entire families. Their families depend on them I feel. I hear a little too much!
They are hella sarcastic. I’m getting Capricorn vibes. Also I’m seeing you two may meet at work and they poke fun at you, I’m hearing like work spouses. You two have dope chemistry.
Your spouse wants to believe that you guys will be together very soon. Seems like p4 is very close to union! Ayeee!
Your spouses higher selves are so in love with you! They support you from above, that motivational push is you!! But they are right there cheering you on! This connection is so supportive and sweet. They are a cheerleader period I feel!
Again they are someone who is so dependable and reliable. They help a lot of their friends and family. I feel a lot of people lean on them for all kinds of support I’m seeing financially mostly. Your spouse will be the one to support you and lead you through any pain and triggering that you feel.
So some of you have an idea of thought about who your spouses are and nah it’s not them, but there is someone else WAYYYY BETTER FOR YOU! I mean read above they are this person so amazing so Fucc this other person who you thinking about. Get them out your mind to fully embrace your gift of a person!
Some of your spouses are doctors. Others are some kind of medical professional. I see that again they are so sweet, and generous they love to help out their community, be careful other people may use them and take advantage.
Your spouses are your high vibe soulmates, so you call them in by focusing on your self and living your best life real shit which is what I feel you guys are doing right now hence why you guys are the closest to meeting.
Your Spouses are working on themselves see focusing on themselves working towards you and just like you…….THEY TOO HAVE CONSULTED A PSYCHIC & HAVE DONE READINGS ABOUT YOU! Y’all are so ready for each other! YASSS!
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That is is it for your reading! I hope that you guys enjoyed it and caught some real fun things about your babies! AGAIN DO NOT SPOIL IT FOR ANYONE ELSE! 😂 don’t spill the tea 🍵 Pweeze & Thank You 🥺!
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this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
Summary: What’s more charming than Prince Seokjin? Nothing, obviously. Except maybe the rotating palace guests who each smile and bow and charm in an attempt to hide their true motives. Fortunately Seokjin has a close circle of friends (well, servants) who watch his back and endure his humor and help him navigate the tumultuous seas of heartbreak, love, and an arranged marriage, not necessarily in that order. If only they had helped him keep a closer eye on his bride-to-be’s handmaiden, who arrives with her own agenda… or maybe it would have been better if he had noticed her less? One thing is certain as this royal drama of the heart plays out: there are many people competing to kill a king.
Main Pairing: Prince Seokjin x Female OC
Genre: Historical Fantasy World, political conspiracy, romance
Rating: 18+
Content Warnings & story tags: includes explicit sex (mxf, fxf), possibly graphic violence/injury later, love and sex triangles or uh quadrangles?, sort of e 2 l, sort of bodyguard trope, sort of arranged marriage, a lot of plotting murder (it’s literally in the title), maybe character death, grief, pining, angst, love, oral (f receiving), I don’t know everything yet as the story is long and still being written
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“You should give it back to him tonight,” Dulce suggested.
“I’ll do it in the morning,” Nasimiyu said again. They sat beside each other on the sofa in Nasimiyu’s room, staring down at the rabbit in the hastily-built cage. At first they’d pulled out a dresser drawer but it had just hopped out. Then they’d tried piling furniture but it just slid through a corner that had looked too small for it to fit; it was a rather fat rabbit, but when Dulce had scooped it up again, she remembered it was just a lot of padding. Nothing like the scrawny, ratty rabbits that ran around her family’s farm. This was a cherished rabbit.
As if that wasn’t obvious by the whirlwind moving around the palace in pursuit of this kidnapped bun –Prince Seokjin was a poorly-restrained emotional mess right now. Dulce had been shocked by the obvious worry in his eyes, his face otherwise oddly slack, as he’d made the rounds knocking on doors, asking if anyone had seen his gray rabbit.
The Prince. Knocking on doors right alongside palace staff. Searching desperately for the rabbit currently twitching its nose and looking up at Dulce and Nasimiyu without a care in the world.
Lettuce was the rabbit’s name. Lettie, he called her multiple times in a breathy, nervous voice. The sort of thing a child named their pet –supposedly, though Dulce had not come from the sort of family that kept pets, only animals who served a purpose and could earn their keep. The Prince was a simpleton, Proof #67. But a doting simpleton. A simpleton sincerely worried about his lost bunny.
“What are you so worried about?” Nasimiyu asked with a flippant wave of her hand. She rose and went to ready herself for dinner.
“I’m not worried.”
“You keep looking at it like it’s a bloody corpse we have to dispose of.”
That earned an immediate eyeroll, “What do you know about that sort of thing?”
“Not a thing but you’re the girl who gets her hands dirty so I didn’t think you’d be so… soft about a missing rat.”
“If you call every animal a rat, people are going to think you’re stupid,” Dulce retorted. “I’m not soft about a missing anything, I just am not sure what you gain by torturing your fiance for a whole night.”
“You knew what I’d gain when you took the thing from his bedroom.”
It was impulsive, Dulce thought but didn’t admit. Really the letters from the fiance were what she’d thought might have value, but she hadn’t yet mentioned those or turned them over to Nasimiyu yet. She didn’t know why. She wasn’t surprised that every other detail she’d given had bored Nasimiyu. She’d been visibly bothered by the stuffed animal collection.
“He’s weird, isn’t he?” she’d said. “This is the problem with royals. Inbreeding.”
“The Kim family does that?” Dulce asked. She didn’t really know or care. She also didn’t point out that if Nasimiyu really thought that, she didn’t seem too worried about her own child carrying on that blood.
“I’m sure they did at some point…” Nasimiyu answered vaguely. “You’ll have to help me dress for dinner so none of the other girls see that thing.”
Instead of hurrying to her side as she sorted through her dresses, Dulce sat down beside the deep metal bathtub. Lettie came right over and lifted up onto her back feet, nose twitching. Even her fur was silky and soft. Probably the Prince bathed her and brushed her. Probably she had better food than Dulce. What a pampered life to be the pet of a prince.
“We have to feed her if we’re keeping her all night,” Dulce said, pulling her hand away. Lettie apparently had a spot she liked to be tickled right in the velvety crook of her neck.
“Fetch something from the kitchen then. Lettuce? Carrots? I don’t know.”
“You aren’t scared of it, are you?” Dulce asked, drawing closer at Nasimiyu’s beckoning to help her change dresses.
“Scared. Of a bunny.”
“I notice you haven’t touched it.”
“I don’t need to touch it,” Nasimiyu countered. She tapped on Dulce’s chest. “That’s your job.”
“You’re going to have to touch it when you return it to him.” Dulce nudged Nasimiyu’s arm to get her to turn and began undoing the small concealed hooks down the back of her current dress.
“I’ll put it in a box.”
“It might hop out and get hurt. What if you walk up to him with his precious rabbit and it falls to its death right in front of him?” Dulce pointed out. “He won’t be grateful to you then.”
“Put it in a bag.”
“It might suffocate.”
“You sure know a lot of ways to kill a rabbit. It’s almost like you’re an… assassin or something,” Nasimiyu teased. She looked down at Dulce, crouching to pull the dress down so Nasimiyu could step out of it, chemise and all. Pulling her dress down was like unveiling a perfect statue or the rarest, most beautiful dark marble. Nasimiyu knew it too; she quirked an eyebrow as she stepped out and elaborately gestured to the new dress with its much simpler undergarments.
“You just twist its neck to kill a rabbit,” Dulce insisted. “They are remarkably easy to kill and it doesn’t take an assassin to know that, any farmchild can do it.”
“I see. Were you a little farm child, running around ringing rabbit necks?” She said it in a lilty way, enjoying the alliteration, as if it would foolishly trick Dulce into revealing anything about herself she didn’t wish to.
“No, I was a city child running with the rats,” Dulce corrected. “Which you already knew. And those will eat you in the dark if you lay still too long, so a rabbit hardly compares. You have to take them by their tails and dash them against the wall.”
“Dash!” Nasimiyu gasped, whirling on her. “Oh dear, Dulcie, you dash them? You sound like a lady! I think I’m rubbing off on you!”
“Dash is… it’s just the word…” Dulce grumbled as Nasimiyu took hold of her arms and then slid her hands meaningfully down Dulce’s back, drawing her close. Playing with her food, so to speak. She leaned down to kiss Dulce –prompted by what, Dulce didn’t know. Then Nasimiyu pulled away, strutted over to the tub, and picked the rabbit up by the back of its neck.
Dulce knew Nasimiyu meant to look powerful and elegant and brave, naked and lifting the rabbit. But Lettie was heavier than you might expect of a rabbit, and just as quickly Nasimiyu’s eyes went wide as she quickly slid her other arm under the rabbit so as not to drop it. Confused by the sudden left, Lettie began to kick, probably trying to jump to safety. Unfortunately those usually harmless nails scraped Nasimiyu right across the tits.
The string of curses she muttered as she let the rabbit fall to the ground would be enough to draw the guard but Dulce was more worried about the rabbit escaping now that it was loose. It wouldn’t look good if the very animal the palace was tearing itself apart looking for came hopping innocently out of the Princess’ room. She dove forward to grab it up, toss it back into the tub, and threw a blanket over the top just as the door flew open and two guards charged in.
“GET OUT!” Nasimiyu yelled back at them. At seeing her nude, they instantly fled. “That damn thing!” Nasimiyu cried, whirling and gesturing at the tub. “We eat things like you in my home.”
“I think this kind is used for fur, not meat,” Dulce admitted. She didn’t know if that was true but she knew it would send Nasimiyu further into her fit. It did.
“It scratched my–”
“Well you did dangle it by the throat,” Dulce pointed out.
“I did not! I picked it up like a kitten!”
“But it’s not a kitten, it’s a big fat rabbit and this is a straight shot to the Prince’s heart,” Dulce pointed out. “He’s going wild with worry over this thing.”
A knock at the door preceded it opening just slightly and two of the maids leaned in to ask if Nasimiyu was all right and needed help dressing. Nasimiyu snapped at them that she had all the help she needed and they quickly disappeared. A princess in a mood was no more to be questioned than a fearful rabbit held aloft.
“Just help me dress and feed the thing so it doesn’t die,” Nasimiyu snapped. “Let him worry for a night and he’ll be so grateful in the morning, he won’t even notice I don’t want to touch it.” As an afterthought, she added, “I love animals. Horses, cats, dogs, I adore them! Even monkeys! Why can’t he keep monkeys? They’re at least clever.”
Dulce just kept silent and helped her dress.
She checked on the rabbit again before they left for supper. It was cold and dark under the blanket, so she threw a pillow in because while she might have ended a number of human lives she did not care to tally, they were scumbags whereas a rabbit was innocent; and she might not have much sentimentality about animals, because they were food, but it still felt a little cruel.
The other maids would follow Nasimiyu to dinner, and anyway, Dulce didn’t want to be in the main hall. She had left out several parts in her retelling to Nasimiyu, including that Hoseok had entered the room. It wasn’t important since she was sure he hadn’t seen her, but she wanted to keep her distance a little longer, until she knew his proximity wouldn’t call up the nerves about it. Instead she went to the kitchen to see what she could filch for the rabbit, but she was too late for ingredients to still be out since the meal was already in progress, and she was too afraid to grab anything other than lettuce or carrots since she wasn’t totally sure what might kill it. What if the Prince’s pampered pet rabbit had a picky digestive track?
Instead she slunk around out back to the kitchen’s gardens, empty at this time of the evening, and moved quickly down the rows until she found a couple carrots to pull up and ripped a whole head of lettuce from the ground. She didn’t know how much a single spoiled rabbit would eat but figured it was better to assume more. The rabbits at home could strip a garden no problem.
She made it back to the gate and stepped out–
Nearly running right into Prince Seokjin, his valet, his bodyguard and the tutork. Again. Obviously Dulce remembered their names but it felt weird to use them, even in her thoughts, because they weren’t actual acquaintances of hers. Besides, she had a personal habit of not referring to things she might have to kill by name.
Thoughts of this were minimal though because instead her mind was overridden with the sudden situation: the exact people she did not want to know she had stolen Prince Seokjin’s rabbit were now looking directly at her holding an armload of carrots and lettuce.
To say it was suspicious was an understatement.
Four pairs of brown eyes stared at her, four shades, only one reddened with emotion.
“Traps?” the Prince repeated. His face was slack around the red eyes, like he wasn’t totally there right now.
“I thought– the Princess thought your missing rabbit might get hungry and come out if we left vegetables out.”
“That’s a good idea,” the bodyguard leaned forward. “Do you want me to toss vegetables around too?”
“I thought she might come here,” the Prince admitted. “She’s a very clever rabbit. She has a good nose for food…” He looked over the fence where there was definitely no rabbit getting through.
“The fences are very um, rabbit-proof,” the valet pointed out.
“Here, I’ll do that,” the bodyguard suggested, holding his hands out for the vegetables.
“The Princess wanted to lay this one herself,” Dulce insisted, taking a step backwards.
Seokjin shook his head, his hair flopping messily, “It will be the only one, we can’t waste the garden looking for my…”
“We’ll find her,” the valet assured him. “We’ll have a guard stay here in case she tries to get in.”
“She may be gone,” the Prince murmured. His eyes closed and opened slowly and then he gave Dulce a watery smile. “Tell the Princess thank you for her thoughtfulness. I care very much for animals. I have several as pets and it’s a disaster for something to happen to one of them… I’m very fond of animals.”
Dulce didn’t know what to say to this confession. A prince didn’t need to explain himself to a servant. He didn’t seem apologetic or embarrassed about his emotion, which was shocking to Dulce. This was the future ruler of Yeonhalbi and he didn’t mind the entire palace knowing he was skipping meals to look for a missing rodent? Were rabbits rodents? Well, Dulce didn’t know or care.
But it was hard not to look at the Prince’s obvious attempts at emotional stoicism, a thing which clearly did not come naturally to him, and not feel bad for him. It made her think of the younger Prince after his mother’s death as she’d seen through his letter. How much more distressed must he have been, and Lady Zselyke suggested he was simply in want of a ball? Nobles were idiots.
“Don’t lose hope, Your Majesty.”
“Your Royal Highness,” the tutor said. “‘Your Majesty’ is the king–”
The Prince held his hand up to interrupt and assured Dulce with a smaller but more sincere-looking smile, “Thank you for your optimism but it’s unlikely. You can assure the Princess I won’t disrupt the palace longer than this evening.”
“I… I don’t think she’s worried about the disruption,” Dulce answered. Truthfully, talking to the prince was making her as uncomfortable as last time and she couldn’t quite put her finger on why. It wasn’t that she cared he was the prince; she didn’t usually give a rat’s ass about someone’s title. It probably wasn’t because she knew his fate either; she preferred to spend little time with targets but she was pragmatic about the things that needed to be done and the people who needed to be done away with to make that happen. Was it because this was Nasimiyu’s future husband?
Well it didn’t matter. Dulce should be spending as little time as possible talking to him anyway because she was a servant. Even if he didn’t really talk to her or anyone else like they were servants. Certainly not his valet who was trying to convince him to let them lay out a few vegetables in corners around the palace. The Prince was dead set against letting food lay out to wilt and waste. Oddly pragmatic for someone in such obvious emotional distress and who would never know the scarcity of food anyway.
Dulce curtsied and took the opportunity to run away. No one called after her, because why would they?
She hurried through the palace back to Nasimiyu’s bedroom. Everyone was still at supper for many more courses –all of which she knew the Prince missed before Nasimiyu got back to tell her so. By then she’d handfed the carrots and lettuce to the rabbit, watching with amusement she would never admit the way the rabbit's little lips and teeth worked at the vegetables, the ways her whiskers twitched left and right. She had particularly soft fur at the base of her ears and did not like having her feet touched.
As soon as Nasimiyu walked in, Dulce jumped to her feet to distance herself from the rabbit but announced, “We must give the rabbit back tonight.”
“Oh, we must?” Nasimiyu arched an eyebrow at her and let her gauzy dinner-cape drape across the arm of the sofa. “I said tomorrow morning.”
“You don’t have a reason other than to torture the Prince longer.”
“To make him more appreciative when–”
“People have breaking points, Nasi,” Dulce interrupted her. “You don’t have to push people past them to get what you want.”
Now Nasimiyu’s face took on an unpleasant look, like Dulce’s words offended her, and admitted, “Are you suddenly so soft that you’re telling me it’s inhumanly cruel to keep a man’s rabbit for twenty-four hours instead of twelve? That’s not actually torture.”
“You underestimate how much he loves this rabbit.”
Nasimiyu crossed her arms and looked down at Dulce.
“Since when have you been such a bleeding heart about a man being sad?” she demanded. “Are you this worried about the ones you kill?”
Dulce didn’t like the reference. In the moment, it felt manipulative. She wasn’t sure which angered her more, Nasimiyu being so dense about this or Nasimiyu questioning her strength just because she didn’t see the point in this needless cruelty. Dulce did nothing in excess or without purpose.
“I’m good at what I do because I don’t act needlessly rash or cruel,” Dulce corrected. “I don’t taunt or play. I don’t monologue. I am precise and deliberate with the things I do. I kill clean.”
“That’s what you’re accusing me of?”
“You didn’t see him, Princess,” Dulce said, giving Nasimiyu an out. “I understand your intentions. I brought you the damn thing, it was my idea. But I’m telling you, he’s there. Take the rabbit to him now, say it hopped out of a closet when we set the vegetables down. He knew we were trying that; I told him it was your idea.”
Nasimiyu hesitated. Dulce saw her waiver and felt a secret relief. Nasimiyu had a hard edge to her, the kind of streak Dulce had seen as cruelty in others, but Nasimiyu had always stayed on the proper side of the line.
Still, it made Dulce nervous what power would do to that part of her. Had this been an early flicker? Or could Nasimiyu just not understand how a man would be so upset about it? Did she not believe Dulce?
Dulce never believed the best in people but she hoped to be at least fair.
“Fine,” Nasimiyu said. “We’ll take it now. Put it in my arms so it won’t scratch my tit again.”
“You can just hold it like a cat.”
“I’m allergic,” Nasimiyu told her. Dulce hadn’t known that. She scooped the rabbit up and, on second thought, wrapped it in Nasimiyu’s cloak and gave it to her like a bundled up baby to hold.
Then she trailed the Princess out into the hall, free to notice the surprising way faces lit up as Nasimiyu carried the rabbit through the palace. People either recognized the rabbit or assumed it to be the missing one. The relief was clear, though Dulce didn’t know whether that was in sympathy with the Prince or because the search could now be called off.
Prince Seokjin was coming in from the stable yard. Dulce hung back, watching the scene unfold as Nasimiyu stepped forward, slightly raising her arms.
“Seokjin!” she called. “Look what I found!”
“Wha wha what?!” he gasped with increasing pitch and volume. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as he lunged forward. “What’s this?!”
“It came crawling out of a closet when we sat the vegetables down,” Nasimiyu repeated. Hopped, Dulce thought.
Prince Seokjin lifted the bundle into his arms and quickly unwrapped the rabbit, holding her up before his face.
His voice cracked as he scolded, “You bad girl! Why did you run away? Don’t I feed you well? You regret it now I think if you were hiding in a closet and so hungry you’d eat wilted lettuce off the floor! Don’t I give you all the best–” He broke off, blinking rapidly as he looked around at the crowded hall.
“Princess Nasimiyu has rescued the bad rabbit!” he called down the hall, tucking the fluffy gray thing against his chest. She seemed completely unconcerned with anything but Dulce wasn’t sure a rabbit would look any different no matter what happened. She certainly wasn’t afraid the rabbit would rat her out and reveal she’d been kidnapped instead of running.
Nasimiyu smiled and bobbed her head at the cheers for her that echoed down the hall. The corners of her mouth nudged downwards, a sign that she was trying to appear modest when in fact very smug.
Dulce picked up on small things like this, ways in which people’s bodies revealed their innermost thoughts.
But what did it mean, the way the bodyguard smiled at her?
Nasimiyu kept the curtains of the carriage open for the drive to the Aukem house despite the grumblings of the bodyguards. Not even Dulce would be able to protect her from a sudden arrow shot through and yet she wasn’t too worried about it. No one had any reason to harm her yet. Maybe the people were already watching eagerly to see if she’d be a savior from the erratic opulence of King Dong-gun.
It was a short ride though, hardly enough to judge a city by. Within fifteen minutes the carriage pulled through an elaborate blue gate and around a circle to a floral paradise decorating the facade of a tall, perfectly white mansion. So white Nasimiyu thought for sure they must actually wash the house; wouldn’t the salt and dirt from the city stain the walls?
“...so flattered you’d take the time to visit us first,” Lady Sukhdeep tittered, leading Nasimiyu and her mother and their entourage through the elaborate entrance way and into a side sitting room. Her taste in decor was impeccable, everything smooth, polished dark woods and burgundies and deep blues. It was easy to forget you were next to the sea in such a warm, elegant home.
I want the palace to look like this, Nasimiyu thought, and didn’t have to pretend to make careful study as they were offered and agreed to a tour of the home. She wouldn’t be able to copy it directly but she could find inspiration –and no doubt gain approval from the Aukem’s if she made no secret of the connection.
“You have beautiful taste,” Nasimiyu praised once they’d been shown an appropriate number of common rooms: parlors, studies, a formal dining room, a morning room, and a sunroom with low wooden shades not too dissimilar to what you might see in Marvono.
“Thank you, Princess.”
Miss Lidmila practically vibrated at the praise, probably because Miss Çiğdem Quincy and Miss Afua Trevis were present for the visit as well and her family had just been praised before them. At least Nasimiyu hoped a word from her could carry so much meaning already.
“We shall sit for tea–”
“Mama, can’t I show the Princess the garden?” Miss Lidmila asked, hands clasped. She glanced at Nasimiyu and then her mother before appending, “I mean, the–”
“Tea,” her mother said shortly and the matter was dropped. Nasimiyu assumed Miss Lidmila meant her and wanted time with just the younger girls as well, even though age-wise Nasimiyu was a good six, maybe even eight years older. She suspected the girls, if out, had not been out for long.
So once tea had been properly had in the back parlor, and conversation exhausted around whether Nasimiyu’s parents couldn’t delay their trip a bit longer to be present for the ball, and whether they would be back by the Sunflower Festival, and whether they knew this or that family who might be arriving in the capitol soon, Nasimiyu returned to the suggestion.
No one has anything of substance to talk about, Nasimiyu thought to herself before demonstrating true grace by suggesting, “I would love for the young ladies to show me around the garden, as they suggested, if they wouldn’t mind.”
“Oh!” was the only response, with three sets of bright, eager eyes sparkling with excitement. Nasimiyu felt quite treasured as they bundled around her and along the passageways, out through the proper back entrance, and into yet another garden.
Nasimiyu loved flowers in general, though wasn’t overly concerned with the specifics of gardening or arranging. Flowers that smelled good were an asset. Flowers that looked pretty in one’s hair or adding beautiful pops of color to green were lovely. It’s just that Nasimiyu had no particular knowledge or care for knowledge, and rather felt like if you’d seen one Privan garden, you’d seen them all.
She could at least recognize that the Aukem’s gardens were not quite as big as the palace’s, but otherwise just as colorful and beautiful.
“Mama always wanted her gardens to be as good as the queen’s,” Lidmila explained. “But she liked more exotic flowers so the colors are all different. They were good friends. They would send each other the best flowers from their gardens every week. Well I don’t remember it, I was only a small child when the Queen died but… but I remember her just a small bit!”
Nasimiyu gave a polite nod of her head, “It’s very sad for the Prince to grow without his Mama. It’s fortunate he at least had Lady Zselyke, isn’t it?”
“Do you really think so?” Çiğdem asked. At the nudge from Afua, she corrected, “I mean that she’s… well, I don’t know what I mean.” She lowered her eyes and looked away, embarrassed.
“Lady Zselyke will be her cousin,” Afua whispered to Çiğdem, badly hidden.
To cover the awkwardness, Nasimiyu turned the questions to them: whether they were out in society (they were), whether they had suitors (they didn’t, though Çiğdem bragged she had a penpal in Therepin whose name she refused to divulge), and whether they were in a hurry to find a husband or preferred to enjoy life instead.
That made all three of them laugh, only Lidmila looking slightly scandalized as she demanded, “Can’t you enjoy life with a husband? If you’ve got a good one, I mean.”
“She wants a husband badly but her Mum keeps saying no to anyone who looks at her,” Çiğdem shared, earning a gasp and a pinch on her arm. “Why are you shy about it, it’s true! Maybe Princess Nasimiyu can help your mother see reason?”
“She’s not unreasonable,” Lidmila quickly insisted, as if her mother would hear her out here. Nasimiyu wasn’t sure where or what their mothers were doing, but she doubted it was eaves-dropping. “She just wants what is best for me.”
“Well no one will ever compare to Prince Seokjin,” Afua said. She’d just accidentally stepped on something leaning into the path that Nasimiyu hoped wasn’t important but she thought it might be, the color was such an outrageous blue. It took her a moment longer to register the words, mostly because she saw Dulce’s eyebrow arch and then heard the gasp from Lidmila and Çiğdem.
Lidmila suddenly looked like she might cry as she insisted, “My mother didn’t really try to set me up with Prince Seokjin, not really! Afua just means my mother thinks so highly of him!”
“OH! But didn’t she– no! Of course not,” Afua said.
“She didn’t!”
“I wasn’t worried about that,” Nasimiyu assured them. Honestly, she wanted to laugh. Were they worried she’d be threatened by a nineteen-year-old? She wasn’t. Nor was she surprised if Lady Aukem had tried to rope him into a marriage with her daughter; surely any mother in Priva had done the same.
“So you want a husband… I’m sure you’ll meet someone wonderful. Once I’m married, I’m sure many of my friends will visit here, and I hope to increase relations with other principalities,” Nasimiyu suggested. “Have you been anywhere besides Priva?”
Afua seemed to want to talk about travel, but Çiğdem and Lidmila were still stuck on men and marriage.
“I’m sure we’ll meet travelers at the masquerade ball,” Lidmila insisted. “I can’t believe the palace has waited so long since your arrival but I supposed they wanted to give nobles a chance to come back from their summer holidays and greet you. But honestly, to wait so long that your parents will miss the ball!”
Çiğdem quickly suggested, “Not that we would criticize Lady Zselyke’s timing or– if maybe you had requested the space to rest first or….?”
“I didn’t, but I don’t mind the delay,” Nasimiyu admitted. “I know it’s the custom here but it would have been overwhelming before I knew anyone. We don’t do many balls in Marvono, at least not the same way they do here. My parents won’t be sorry to miss out.”
“Oh. Do you… not like balls very much?” Afua asked. All three younger girls looked at her with eager eyes.
“Yes, I think a ball is a perfectly fine outlet,” Nasimiyu lied. Well, truthfully she was torn. On the one hand, they were boring but necessary politicking events if her parents and other important people were there, and she had to behave. On the other hand, she loved to dance and not behave if there was no one there to report on her. She expected the upcoming masquerade to be a bit of a waste because obviously she would have to behave herself. As her mother had warned her many times, from the moment she stepped foot into Priva, she would need to act like the queen she wanted to be. And in most ways she knew what that was.
But when it came to whether or in what way the queen liked to let loose… well… she wasn’t ready to decide that yet, so she would just have to behave at first.
The girls were excitedly talking about the ball again and Nasimiyu felt an ache in her chest. Their worlds seemed so small to her. Upon pressing a little further, she did learn that Afua was not yet much interested in marriage, and even a slip that Çiğdem wasn’t sure her parents would approve of her Therepin penpal but she wasn’t sure yet she wanted to get their approval anyway. “It’s fun to flirt!” she admitted with a giggle. Afua and Lidmila were clearly aghast she had admitted this to Nasimiyu, but it made her like the girl more. There was a spark there, she thought. And maybe sparks in the others two, if she could fan them. They were young now, but Nasimiyu got the feeling young women were perpetually underestimated, and that by winning them over early, she could have an ear to the kingdom’s happenings and a hand in the future household leaders.
Because obviously, once she was queen, the law that households could technically only be led by men except in very specific circumstances would have to go. Lidmila should wed if she wanted, ideally someone Nasimiyu would also think was a good husband to ensure the Aukem household settled nicely into her corner; but Çiğdem and Afua should stay single if they wanted, or marry women too, if they liked. While such marriages were legal, they were rare because of the property issue.
So even though no worlds had been changed, and she’d learned that the young girl’s heads were mostly filled with the same uninspired thing most girls that age were dreaming of (Nasimiyu had not! And Dulce either), she still felt like it was a good visit.
If only for the look on Dulce’s face when, as they sat on benches in the shade discussing Marvonese people, Afua asked, “But are all your servants Marvonesian?”
“Most of them, yes. Why?”
“Even your…” she dropped her voice, “That one maid you have so often?” Immediately Nasimiyu looked at Dulce who stood off to the side, probably at the edge of hearing.
“No, she’s not Marvonese.”
“She never smiles like your other maids,” Çiğdem noted. “It’s so strange to see a servant who never smiles–”
“What need does a servant have to smile?” Lady Sukhdeep asked, coming up behind them with Princess Simisola. “Honestly, this is what you girls are talking to the Princess about? You have an afternoon with her and– my apologies, Princess.”
Nasimiyu lifted her hand, “No, they’ve been wonderful company. And it’s a useful observation. I would never want a servant to force a smile for my sake, but if a servant never smiles, it’s worth looking into why not, and how we might better ensure their lives are not so miserable.” She tried not to smile at Dulce but maintain a serious look. “I will follow up and make sure my maid is happy with her position.”
“Surely it’s not that serious!” Lidmila gasped. “I can’t imagine a handmaiden of yours wouldn’t be aware of how fortunate she is.”
“It’s the job of those in power to make sure of it, isn’t it?” She stood, feeling very wise, and very pleased because obviously Dulce was not going to be thrilled that the young ladies had taken note of her at all, much less to comment on her lack of smile.
They returned through the house to depart, the three girls trailing after Nasimiyu like ducklings. It was endearing and while she knew she couldn’t succeed in all things with only the support of three young women, it still felt encouraging. It was nice to be admired and feel like she could impart much wisdom on them, that she could make their lives better, and in turn reap the rewards of their friendship. They weren’t the only three young noble ladies in the city but certainly three of the best connected.
She slid into the carriage with her mother after ample goodbyes, and didn’t bother to object when Princess Simisola drew the curtains.
“Honestly, commenting on the smile of your maid?” her mother asked as soon as they began to move. “Dulce needs to draw less attention to herself. No one should be noticing her at all, much less whether she smiles enough. Tell her to smile like a normal simpleton or…” She didn’t finish the threat, probably unable to think of something.
Nasimiyu smiled, already looking forward to teasing Dulce into a worse mood about it. I murder people. Why would I smile? I’m not that much of a sick fuck. Nasimiyu could practically read her mind. As if someone who did what needed to be done couldn’t find joy in life! Of course, there was the complication that when Dulce did smile, it drew all the sunlight directly to her. Nasimiyu had lost her head the first time she’d seen Dulce smile. She’d been convinced she was a noble hiding in commoners clothing. Dulce had been a total hothead about the accusation.
Of course, Nasimiyu could understand. She wanted to stab too anytime someone –usually a man– told her to smile. A good Marvonese person wouldn’t think to do it; the women weren’t expected to smile unless they damn well felt like it, but there had always been guests in the palace…
Another fashion she could change in Priva, perhaps. Give everyone good cause to smile, but make no demands of it.
Allow women to stab as needed.
And figure out how to gradually ease the young women into the passion of politics rather than husbands so they could help shape the world as it ought to be instead of simply sucking the cock of some disinterested man!
Seokjin had barely recovered from Lettie’s horrifying adventure before he suffered another emotional blow. Slightly less devastating in the short term, but with the potential for much longer ramifications.
There was no warning or even any announcement. Not even a warning from his own staff! Certainly he’d have a word with Edmund later for letting anyone past him through the door to the recreation room where Hoseok and his father were working with Seokjin on dances for the ball.
Seokjin was a good dancer. A good dancer! So many young women in Priva had told him so, blushing or giggling as he bowed with their fingers cupped over his. Maybe, if he had made mistakes or felt clumsy about his movements, he’d kiss their fingers, and they were charmed into forgetting any errors in his step. Was it possible they lied to hsi face simply because he was the prince? Well… yes. But he did all right!
“There’s just so damn much to remember!” he grumbled as Hoseok stopped him again because his feet had gone to the right places but his hands had not.
“You just elbowed your partner in the face,” Hoseok explained, as if Seokjin didn’t know that, because he’d just elbowed Hoseok right in the throat.
“Well a lady is shorter than you,” Seokjin defended. Realizing instantly his mistake –that in fact Princess Nasimiyu was just about Hoseok’s exact height– he hurried to add, “Or, even at your height, will have such a beautiful face my elbows will be pushed away into their–
“Give it up,” Hoseok laughed, shaking his head. “Just learn the moves the right way and you won’t have to be so fast with your jokes.”
“I don’t have to be fast or slow. My jokes land just the way I want them to, when I want them–”
“You can’t monologue your way out of it. It’s a quadrille, your arm should never even be above your waist.”
“You seem winded, perhaps we should take a break,” Seokjin suggested with naked hope.
Hoseok’s father, previously bored and letting his son lead, now reclaimed control and barked, “No, from the beginning again. Jimin, you will be my partner. Prince, you will dance with Hoseok, with Jimin, and the other couples will be air you must remain still and attentive through. Dance is about waiting, never rushing.”
“The Quadrille is a relic of my ten-greats grandfather,” Seokjin tried. “It has no place in modern Yeonhalbi–”
Tutor Jung cleared his throat and Seokjin fell silent out of old habit, when he used to be far more afraid of the tutor than he was now. He had permission for corporal punishment, something he hadn’t employed in at least ten years, but old fears died hard; Seokjin’s behind was far too delicate for the switch.
“From the beginning, Mr. Martin,” Tutor Jung called, clapping his hands for the violinist to begin again. Beleaguered Seokjin got into place.
He was doing all right by his estimations, bouncing in the right places, kicking delicately as directed, when applause from behind him interrupted the whole thing. He had been concentrating too intensely to hear the door open apparently, but the new arrival hadn’t even waited for the dance to end before interrupting.
“You’re getting better, cuz.”
Seokjin let his face go slack in a rapid debate about how he wanted to present himself for this unexpected interaction. He’d had no time to plan. He wasn’t supposed to be here and yet the voice was unmistakable.
“Namjoon,” Seokjin cried, all smiles as he turned. He could tell by Jimin’s cringe it sounded utterly fake. Still he pushed forward, throwing his arms wide and striding forward to take the upper hand.
It didn’t work; Namjoon wrapped his arms over Seokjin’s, leaving the Prince’s around his waist. Namjoon gave him a rough pat on the back, then quickly stepped back.
“Jin-hyung!” Namjoon returned with a wide smile. “Soon to be a married man!”
“As long as you don’t get involved,” Seokjin smiled, the jab of it so thinly veiled as to actually be very direct.
For a moment Namjoon froze as if stunned, then stammered, “Ah well you know I didn’t have anything to do– ah, you are– your jokes are getting sharper. You’ll be a real politician soon!”
“I was born one,” Seokjin smiled.
“So was I,” Namjoon smiled.
A beat and then they laughed and Seokjin clapped him on the shoulder the same way Namjoon was doing to him. He wondered if it was obvious to Namjoon he was simply parroting the uncouth behaviors of his distant cousin. King Dong-gun would lay an egg if he saw Kim Namjoon greeting him this way. But then Namjoon had an uncanny ability to deploy exactly the level of decorum required for the moment, or lack thereof if that would serve him more.
They may have both been born to politics, into distant branches of the same Kim line, but while Seokjin had been beaten into politics by unchanging, unavoidable winds, Namjoon had leaned into the galeforce and it had made him sleek.
So fucking sleek.
“You’re so sleek,” Seokjin praised, only his mind aware he was thinking of it as a curse. Or maybe it was obvious… “Woah, your arms! Have you been working the fields? You’re getting so big! Will your jacket no longer fit soon?”
“I only wore the jacket to honor you and your father; the robes we wear in Therepin don’t restrict like these traditional garments do,” Namjoon said, raising his arms, probably flexing. Seokjin didn’t feel like getting into a competition there; even though he was deceptively strong for his lean build, Namjoon –his opposite in so many ways– carried more bulk.
“Why are you here?” Seokjin asked. “The wedding isn’t for a few more months and I’m not sure if you’re invited yet.” He said it with a smile, a joke except also the truth. Except he wouldn’t have a choice. Namjoon might be far removed from the royal line, but his mother had married nobility and his paternal uncle sat on the council that ruled Therepin along –or, honestly, in place of– the royal family there. They seemed more like a quaint figure-head at this point. It was an issue Seokjin’s father had been avoiding dealing with until he had to.
Which meant someday it would probably just be Seokjin’s problem. He looked forward to solving that no more than he looked forward to the time he would now be forced to spend with Namjoon or whoever else he might have dragged from that tedious, repressed, overthinking, pontificating, patronizing, cold and unfeeling principality known as–
“Seokjinnie-oppa,” came a second voice, a hundred years more welcome than her brother’s. Mindeulle practically floated forward, hands lifted like she was giving a blessing or like she expected Seokjin to scoop her up beneath the armpits and spin her around like he had when they were children. Of course he wouldn’t now; she was six years younger, but that put her well into young adulthood now.
“You’re too old to call me that,” he told her, then changed his mind when he saw Namjoon’s annoyance and encouraged, “But don’t let that stop you, as long as my fiance doesn’t have an issue with it.”
“Your fiance,” Mindeulle repeated with the sweetest smile. “Soon to be your wife. It’s so romantic… I’ve heard she’s impossibly beautiful.”
“Ah… she is,” Seokjin admitted, unwilling to be modest about it.
“That’s good, it wouldn’t do you any good to be married to a goblin. What if your children took after their ugly mother?”
“Mindeulle,” Namjoon sighed heavily.
Seokjin laughed and agreed, “Yes, I do prefer beautiful things to ugly ones. Why have you come as well all this way? I thought you were at the sea and your brother was reading a book or something?”
“I was studying the Ancient Tomes of–”
But Namjoon was cut off cruelly by his own sister who agreed, “He was, but Mama made him leave it so we could come support you. She said that the months leading up to a royal wedding are full of balls and festivals and celebration and that I simply can’t miss it! Maybe I’ll find my husband here as well; help me find a beautiful one, yes, Oppa?”
“Your Mama didn’t send you to find your own husband,” Seokjin immediately sniffed out the lie. “Your parents are here too?”
“No, she did! We’re here on our own! She said she trusts my two oppas with a first pass.”
“She let you travel alone? Ah, the pass is–”
“Nothing we couldn’t handle with our guards,” Namjoon interrupted. “Though definitely it would be better if the palace would do something to secure its own main roads.”
“I look forward to reading your council’s proposal on it,” Seokjin retorted.
“Do you? I don’t think you’ve read the last…. Any proposal ever?”
“It becomes difficult to differentiate between actual problems and pontificating,” Seokjin said, only to realize his slip. He didn’t want to use words like that with Namjoon; stoop to his level, so to speak. Too many syllables for the carefree image he wanted to maintain. He saw the amusement on Namjoon’s face.
But fortunately Mindeulle interrupted once again, “Oppa, you must take me to meet your princess at once.”
“Did you just arrive? Don’t you want to rest?”
“Not for a moment until I’ve met your beloved. She can see me as I am; I don’t hope to compete with her beauty anyway.”
It was a level of humility that would have seemed insincere in anyone else, because Mindeulle Kim was a beauty no matter what angle you looked at her from. Her reference to Nasimiyu as his ‘beloved’ meant Mindeulle either was a romantic idiot or had made the decision to sweetly support his romance until it became the stuff of fairytales. Mindeulle was sweet but he didn’t think she was stupid, just optimistic.
“Seokjin is busy at the moment,” Namjoon said, waving his hands. “We can find her on our own, or meet her on the way to dinner.”
But Seokjin would be damned if Namjoon met Nasimiyu without him present and making the introductions. If he could manage it, Namjoon would never spend a minute alone with her, at least not until he’d figured out how to win her heart.
Damnit, why did Namjoon appear so suddenly? Why had he come? Just to let his sister attend balls that weren’t even planned yet? Seokjin might break this engagement with his own fumbling, he didn’t need Namjoon’s help!
“Don’t be absurd, I’m happy to make the introduction,” Seokjin insisted. “My lesson was just finishing.” A silver lining to Namjoon’s interruption! He could see Master Jung and Hoseok weren’t happy about the interruption but they couldn’t actually hold Seokjin here against his will.
He offered Mindeulle his arm, mostly just to bother Namjoon who he suspected would be suspicious of any men near his sister, now in prime age for marraige. It annoyed him that Namjoon didn’t actually seem annoyed at all, just told Seokjin about the trip –as if he’d asked– as they went to a sitting room and Seokjin sent an invitation to Nasimiyu to join them.
Unfortunately, Nasimiyu was not instantly available. It meant time he had to kill with Namjoon, more details about the trip and the latest tome he’d been reading, and some questions from Mindeulle about the ball Seokjin didn’t actually know much about. Zselyke would have to answer her. Zselyke who disliked Namjoon almost as much as Seokjin did.
In the interim, Edmund was replaced with Jungkook, which was definitely better but meant Seokjin didn’t get to tell him off yet. It would have to wait until later. At least Jungkook realized the situation he was walking into with that transparent widening of his eyes. Great fighter but he would have been a terrible spy with his utter inability to carry a lie or hide his reaction.
Hours later (maybe it was less; Jimin would insist it was less), Nasimiyu came gliding through the door with a breathlessness that looked like she’d been running. Seokjin wasn’t sure why; it wasn’t exactly a royal summons! She looked flustered in a way Seokjin hadn’t seen her before and he felt instantly terrible.
“I’m so sorry if I alarmed you with the request to join us,” Seokjin said, leaping to his feet and going to her side. “My message said not to rush!” He was not sure that was true; had he written that in the note?
“I didn’t want to leave you waiting,” she said, brushing a waterfall of braids over her shoulder. Two of her maids stepped to the side, faces lowered, as if trying to give the idea it was their fault she was late, never her own.
“There’s no emergency. Only new arrivals requested to meet you and I thought I’d introduce you since they tend to be very…” He glanced their way, eyes narrowed. “Present.”
“Present,” Mindeulle repeated with a giggle.
“Rather a bit annoying,” Seokjin admitted. “Underfoot quite a bit.”
“I resent that,” Mindeulle said, just as Namjoon rose and bowed, greeting, “What an honor to meet you, Princess Nasimiyu.”
“I’m getting to that,” Seokjin waved at him. “Nasimiyu, may I present Lord Namjoon Kim, son of Baroness Landa, nephew of Councilman Gregor Kim; and Miss Mindeulle Kim, all the same.”
“We are very distant cousins,” Namjoon explained.
“So distant it’s almost a speck.”
“Not that distant,” Mindeulle laughed.
Nasimiyu looked between the two like she thought she was missing something, then looked to Seokjin for an answer. That look of dependency did something in his chest. It made him feel once again superior here; as superior as his title at least supported.
“To the two of you, my betrothed, Princess Nasimiyu of Marvono, of the Dabo family.”
Mindeulle and Namjoon both bowed again. Nasimiyu, looking as refined as ever, seemed to have caught her breath and gave them both a gracious smile.
“It’s a pleasure to meet even distant cousins of Seokjin’s. Have you only arrived or are you here for long?”
“We’re here for as long as you’ll tolerate us,” Mindeulle told her with all of Namjoon’s charm but none of his whatever. “Or until my Mama calls me back home.”
“Or until my business is concluded with your fiance and father-in-law,” Namjoon added. Seokjin blinked at the casual reference to the king. Disrespectful! “It would be an honor to meet your parents as well, Princess. I’ve read much about the royal family of Marvono. The Dabos have quite a legacy, though your rule is much different than that of King Dong-gun’s. We in Therepin were surprised that your parents agreed to the engagement.”
Seokjin’s eyes narrowed because he couldn’t tell if that was offensive or not, but he was distracted by the way Nasimiyu’s head tilted.
“Oh? Why is that?”
“Do you hope to bring many of your customs to Priva?”
“You wish to talk policy?” Nasimiyu asked. “My parent’s policy?”
“Or your own.”
“My husband and I will mutually decide the policy of our reign, won’t we?”
Seokjin looked back and forth between them. No. No no no. None of this. It wasn’t good enough for Namjoon not to be alone with Nasimiyu, maybe it was better if they didn’t speak at all. Could he demand that? No, it would make him look like a jealous child.
“That’s right we will, and if you’re trying to rope my betrothed into reading your overly-long missives, I won’t allow it. As her husband, I will protect her from all forms of danger, including those intended to bore her into a slumber of a hundred years.”
“They aren’t that bad,” Namjoon assured Nasimiyu. And she smiled. And Seokjin felt his nerves increase. No no no, she wasn’t supposed to find Namjoon amusing!
He needed a new tactic.
He couldn’t think of a new tactic.
Mindeulle suggested, “We’ve only just arrived so we ought to rest, but I was so eager to meet you. I hope I can steal more of your time soon.”
“Yes, I’d be interested to hear more about Marvono,” Namjoon agreed.
“Oh, maybe we can teach you how to play a game that’s very popular in Therepin,” Mindeulle suggested. “Do you like games?”
“Prince Seokjin is very good at it, perhaps we can play in teams. But if you turn out to be very good, we’ll have to trade because my brother is terrible so it won’t be fair if you’re both wonderful,” Mindeulle said, charming, easy smile in place.
Bless her. Nasimiyu nodded pleasantly about this idea, and Seokjin felt his own spirits rise. He was very good at candlepin bowling! He was good at most games. And, sadly for the very clever Namjoon Kim, he really was not. So sad for him!
Tomorrow they would play. For now, Mindeulle would settle in, and Nasimiyu would go to finish whatever it was Seokjin had interrupted. It meant a lot to him she had come. He said that to her, as she left.
“I’m sorry I sent for you so suddenly. You don’t have to answer immediately if you’re occupied.”
“Don’t I?” she asked, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
“No. It’s only a… a request.”
“I will keep that in mind, thank you, Seokjin,” she said with a little curtsy. “I will come when it feels convenient to me.”
“Yes… all right…” Yah, why had she phrased it that way?!
Flustered, he let her leave, her maids trailing after her.
Then,
“Hey Jungkooka,” Seokjin said, beckoning him close. Jungkook came to him, shoulder to shoulder. “If he tries to interfere with my marriage, you have my permission to kill him.”
“Really?” Jungkook gasped, eyes going wide with excitement.
“Really.” Seokjin ignored Jimin’s sigh and tilted head, his own version of really, Seokjin?
“What counts as interfering?” Jimin argued. “If he wins at bowling–”
“He won’t win at bowling,” Seokjin scoffed. “Just keep your eyes peeled.”
“You got it,” Jungkook said with an eager smile. Briefly Seokjin wondered if Jungkook actually would kill at his command like that. He was joking. Kind of. Mostly.
Well, they’d see.
The comings and goings of nobles didn’t matter much to Dulce. She didn’t care who Namjoon Kim, son of a Baron, was, though it amused her to wonder if all people with the surname Kim were in fact related even distantly to the royal Kim line. If so, that lineage was… prolific.
She didn’t really care about his little sister who seemed to smile and curtsy with the same empty-headed softness as the other young ladies Nasimiyu had tea with.
She didn’t care –though it was admittedly amusing– that Nasimiyu and Seokjin both wound up being rather competitive about candlepin bowling. They soundly beat Namjoon and his sister, before turning the competition towards each other. Seokjin beat Nasimiyu, who sulked just a little too sincerely despite it being her first time playing. Dulce respected Seokjin not just letting her win, even with all his party clearly motioning for him to throw the game. In fact it was better that he hadn’t; Nasimiyu hated to lose, but she hated to be let win more. It was possibly the first time Dulce could see that Nasimiyu respected Seokjin for something –even if she was unhappy not to also win.
Perhaps Dulce was less amused when it was the first thing Nasimiyu said when Dulce surfaced for air that night, expecting to find Nasimiyu soft-eyed and grateful.
“How much practice do you think I need to definitely beat him next time?” Nasimiyu asked. “I’m going to ask for a set I can practice in here with…”
The arrival of these two nobles weren’t in any other way remarkable, Dulce didn’t think so, though it was obvious that at least the Prince hated Namjoon and the other nobles tended to steer clear of them both. Not quite pure noble blood, Nasimiyu explained to her. And they’re from Therepin. It’s an… odd place. Dulce knew that. Nasimiyu hadn’t ever been but she had, so she didn’t quite like the condescending explanation.
Certainly their arrival wasn’t any reason for Prince Hamisi and Princess Simisola to delay their departure; at least they must think not, because they barely spoke with the pair and made no gesture of delaying even by an hour when their agreed-upon departure came a few days later.
Their lack of apparent concern meant Dulce –and Nasimiyu, judging by the look on her face– was not expecting the Prince and Princess to come to Nasimiyu’s room early that morning, let themselves in, and dedicate their private farewell to the warning:
“Do not let this Namjoon Kim seduce you.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Nasimiyu asked, as if highly offended. Dulce wondered if that meant more than she had noticed the interest Nasimiyu paid when he spoke of things. She had not asked Nasimiyu about it yet, expecting to have her head bitten off. She wasn’t doing anything so blatant. She could just be acting polite… if you didn’t know her as well as Dulce did…
“He’s a distant Kim branch,” Prince Hamisi explained. “No way to the Throne through his blood, not on its own. But those Therepin folk are odd and they seek to rule in odd ways. Your influence and beauty combined with his wisdom and a whiff of Kim blood…”
“Why not my wisdom?” Nasimiyu demanded, lifting her nose.
“Heed my warning, daughter. The Prince should have no rival for your affections. Do not play any such game.”
Nasimiyu scowled, “I’m not playing any game like that, just because I want to know more about the way they do things there.”
“The way they do things there is why their borders keep needing to be protected by this very kingdom. It cost King Dong-gun his first son and heir.”
“Yes, I know… Besides, he’s not that charming. And I think he thinks he’s smarter than I am,” Nasimiyu informed her parents, as if this were all the security they needed that there was no risk she would be seduced by this new character. Which, in most circumstances, would be a fair point. But Nasimiyu had not eviscerated him yet.
Interesting.
There were other things her parents had to say to her in private. Dulce waited outside the door at their request. A little nervously, to be honest, waiting for whatever trash threat Prince Hamisi would whisper to her as they left.
Instead he said nothing, just breezed past her. But Princess Simisola leaned close and murmured,
“He is exactly the type of man my daughter will underestimate. Perhaps he is a harmless flirt, but no one is ever here in the palace without motivation. Trust no one, Dulce.”
“I don’t intend to,” Dulce assured her.
No more words of warning were given. Dulce eyed Namjoon and his sister with skepticism as the palace largely turned out to see the Prince and Princess off on their journey. When they returned, it would be a short time left until the wedding. Nasimiyu had promised to look happy as a fairy tale with the Prince by then.
And Dulce had promised to trust no one.
She watched as Namjoon turned a little too quickly as the Prince and Princess disappeared from the courtyard.
And tripped over the dog that had been nosing at his leg.
And knocked a rather heavy flowerpot off a pedestal.
And barely caught it before it fell to shatter.
And set it back and looked around, relieved no one had seen.
✦Note: The story is told from Seokjin perspective. It takes place in the late 60s.
✦ Read on Ao3
✦Tags: smut; comedy; historical!AU; captain!Seokjin; old flames to lovers ; (kind of) forbidden romance; a little fluff, similar to the premise of Titanic but different ;)
✦Word Count: ~15K
✦Summary: Seokjin is appointed captain of ‘Epiphany’ - the biggest, largest, most pompous ship to ever cross the Atlantic. His pay check is amazing and he gets to order people around - it doesn’t get much better than that. Yet, the last person he expects to meet on board is the girl who made his heart flutter all those years ago.
She is travelling with her fiance - an annoyingly handsome and rich dude called Kim Namjoon. A man who glances at other men way too often to be considered a good husband material by any respectful lady. But Yunnie is not a respectful lady. She is very broke one. And Kim is rich. Yet, none of this is Seokjin’s business. His business is to make sure the sail goes smoothly. Which it doesn’t.
Everything gets awfully wrong when the ship hits an iceberg… and awfully wrong implies that the ship is sinking, a person hits Seokjin on the head, he gets tied to a pipe and he might end up at the bottom of the ocean… But, hey, a man must never lose hope; or lose an opportunity to a kiss the woman he likes.
✦Warnings: explicit sexual content [both (♀️)x(♂️) + (♂️)x(♂️)] ; light bondage (use of handcuffs); oral sex; unprotected sex and other sex stuff.
✦IMPORTANT Warnings: This story shouldn’t be taken too seriously under any circumstances. It’s an old, experimental draft I found in my folder and spontaneously decided to finish. It might contain a lot of typos as I edited it in a hurry.
How is Jin feeling right now? His vibes (13/08/2022)
(Ace of Swords, Knight of Swords, Two of Pentacles in reverse and The Empress )
Not so long ago Jin was going through a small mental breakdown but he has reached clarity now. I sense good communication with someone who could potentially be his partner. And I think this woman is represented by the Empress.
There might have been an issue on his part (?). Maybe he has chicken out and even has thought about break up but he was surprised when he realized that talking with her about their relationship issues is the best thing he could do. I think Jin loves this woman dearly and sees her as someone who he would spend all his life with but, as Lana del Rey would say, “Cuz’ you are just a man” But yeah, everything is great now.
I wanted to feel her energy as well and asked the cards about how she dealt with his mental breakdown and how she felt.
(Judgement, Five of cups in reverse and Eight of Pentacles)
I think she noticed even before he told her, that’s how much she knows Jin. She knew something was off and obviously became worried. On the other hand, once they had the conversation, she felt great. She felt like they had overcome a problem together and she likes that. After what has happened she felt like the spark from the beginning is back and kinda like it. She feels closer to him. Passion awakening from her part.
(Three of Swords, Ten of Cup in reverse and The Star)
Jin thinks love is necessary for a person's personal growth. He feels like love and all the conflict that comes with it, helps deal with our inner demons and past trauma. Like when you love someone you must overcome certain things to be with them and ultimately reach happiness and heal.
Love is a topic that really inspires Jin so, when he puts out his solo music or projects, it is very likely it will have love as a theme.
I do not think he daydreams about love but, he does have a view about it which is really beautiful and comforting. When falling in love, he looks for stability and conformity, someone who will always be there. He feels like a star when he is in love.
This is solely based on intuition and clairs, no cards were used.Feel free to ask any questions you have.Entertainment purposes only.
As I was writing my to do list, he was basically like « hi, I’ll show you my past life right now if you want me to! ».So I followed him and he led me to a very beautiful forest, with a lot of light.He led me to a house where he was living with a wife and a few kids.It was very beautiful and peaceful !I think his wife was very knowledgeable about herbalism and nature, she might have been some sort of famous witch-healer or traditional practitioner, I see many books with drawings of different plants and mushrooms, and a lot of herbs are hanging on thread to dry.It was a small, cosy, warm cottage in the forest with a nice homely fireplace.I’m getting the idea of Celtic or Saxon ?So this life could have happened in the country side of Germany, Ireland, Great Britain or the Netherlands ?Its also possible it happened in Canada among colons but I don’t know enough about Canada to tell 🤔I’m also thinking about this Island near Canada/US which belongs/used to belong to the Netherlands ?
For the most part, the lessons in this life were centered around 2 things :being of service and taking care of his family.I think he took his role very seriously.However, this lesson seems to have seeped out into this life as well, there’s a small sense of “unfinished business” that he wants to tie up in this life, where he has to learn the lesson from a different approach.It’s like in the past life he learnt peace by experiencing it through his environment and in this life he has to learn it by finding it and making it happen in his life, as his current inclination would be avoidance or carelessness and pouting/complaining instead of taking action.I’m also getting a small thing about one of his younger children dying, and him promising the child to meet again.He will meet them again in this life it seems, maybe not as his child but as someone younger than him.
Overall, in this past life, Seokjin was a happy husband and father, who did his best to take care of his family and provide.
Hello everyone! Welcome to my first ever collab PAC! Freemindedspirit and I were talking about how there seemed to be a lot of BTS fans interacting with our blogs. In hopes that we could provide some assistance to you all, we decided to have a collab pac. You can go over to their page for RAP LINE members, while you can continue to scroll down for the VOCAL LINE members. We hope that you all will enjoy the PAC, and please provide feedback if you can!
Jin
"My, my... what have we got here... kekekekeke >;3" - JIN
Justice, The Chariot, Judgment. JEEZ! What are you all going through right now?! Or maybe it's just Jin pulling thorugh with big emotions, big words, and big expressions. Either way... you got 3 major arcana cards here for you. We'll start the reading now! "You know what, it's really unfair that you always seem to be the one getting the short end of the stick. Why do you need to be the one who is always understanding? It doesn't matter whether you're old or not- you shouldn't be obliged to always have to give things up and be the big person. It's okay to be mad if things aren't fair for you. It's also ok to ask someone or reach out to someone for help. Don't feel that you shouldn't be feeling that way, you're human. Just BE UGH. You know our song, right? Be ugh. You're allowed to be mad, to express your anger. Don't swallow emotions because that's not fair for you. Instead, take time to learn more about yourself and what you want. Sometimes, we're not allowed to have time to figure out our values, principles, and what we want. Once you figure out what you want, you'll be able to move forward. I know it must feel like you're stuck right now and nothing in life seems to be allowing you to move forward, but trust me- you've got this. Take time to make decisions and think. Have thinking time. Be confident in yourself and focus on what you want because you will be able to move forward. Look at me. I thought I would fail. It was really hard. But I was able to do it, so you can do it as well. Don't be discouraged. If you continue on, I promise that what you want and need will come towards you. There will come a day when you can decide on where you want to go and walk forward. There will come a day when past wrongs have resolved, and you're feeling content with where you are."
Jimin
"Hello ARMY~ thank you so much for coming! I hope I can help, but please know that you should believe in yourself above all else!" - JIMIN
Seven of Wands, Knight of Pentacles, Judgment. "Hi ARMY~ nice to meet you here~ it's Jimin! I really miss you guys, and I hope that you all are doing well =v= So I don't know if I have the right to give advice, but I hope that those of you who do want advice will be able to receive at least a little of help through what I say or feel that there is someone there supporting you! Thank you for trusting me~ So um, I wanted to say that you know, competition is really hard. I understand it because I mean, that is what I face all the time, you know? It feels like I need to be the best and I need to be the most perfect when I'm really not, and it can get overwhelming. So I can't imagine how hard it would be for you, ARMY, when you are faced with overwhelming situations and you have to be better than everyone else for what you want. It's really hard, I know... I've been there and I'm here for you ARMY. During the times that constant competition and continued endless effort is overwhelming, burdening, and hard for you, I hope you remember that I am supporting you through it even if I'm not physically there :3! It's hard, but you're going to do well in the end, and what you want will come to you. You will get the results that you want- I just know it! Why? Because I believe in you ARMY~ you all are so strong and kind, and I'm sure you all would do so well even when you face hardships. Just continue working hard! If you don't know where to start or how to continue, maybe you can make a schedule for yourself to follow! Maybe you can think of different ways to respond to different situations. What's most important is that you find something that works for you, ARMY! I want ARMY to have a less burdensome and overwhelming time while walking forward. And before walking into something, I think ARMY should take time to look and see different things that ARMY can do before walking into one. That way, ARMY will be able to feel prepared and less stressed! Above all, I hope ARMY knows that ARMY has the power to make decisions above all. No matter how much life seems to be bringing you down, you should know that you have the power to change your reality no matter how impossible it seems! I really hope you remember that, ARMY. I know how amazing you are, so you should see that in yourself as well~ :) I wish you lots of luck going forward~!"
Taehyung
"ARMY, you're good. Very good person. Thank you, bye." - TAEHYUNG
Seven of Cups, Ten of Wands, Seven of Swords, Ten of Pentacles. "Hi huhu. Long time no see ARMY. How are you? Anyway, I'll just talk, so I hope you'll listen to my advice. Some of you might be having some opportunities right now, but make sure you look carefully to see if this option is good for you and if that option is ACTUALLY good for you because not all of them are good for you. You know what I mean? Like this option might be like the jackpot for example but you might think this option is like a trash can but for that option, it's a trash can but you think it's a jackpot. You should try to look more deep into everything before you choose because regret is a really bad bad feeling. I also know that there some of you ARMY have a lot on your shoulders. I want to say that it's hard, but the end is almost there. You're almost there. In the rabbit and tortoise race, the tortoise won in the end. It might feel slow or you might be slow or be forced to be slow in walking forward, but know that you are almost there. You are by the finish line. Also, it's not good for you to carry things by yourself. You know how mountains are together? That's why people say mountains upon mountains because mountains are together and they support each other and give life to another. It should be the same for you. If it's hard to move forward, then it's okay to ask people for help. You are here because you're human and humans work together and support each other. We're not supposed to be alone. For some of you ARMY, you might be tricked by someone close around you, so please be careful. Like penguins all walk together and stay together but in water they are all individual for food. You might be penguin and people around may be penguin but in the end you have to fight for yourself and not let yourself lose opportunities. No, the mountain thing and the penguin thing are not contradicting. Just trust me, they're different but they're the same. Anyway, please know that you should continue to hold hope because you will be successful in the end. Trust me. You're good and you're good at many different things. I don't think you should worry too much because what you look for will come to you in the end. Believe in yourself ARMY. Peace."
Jungkook
"Hi ARMY! How are you? I'm doing very good. Uh, thank you for asking me. I hope I can help you. Thank you so much, see you later!" - JUNGKOOK
The Hanged Man, Four of Swords, Ten of Pentacles; "Hi ARMY. Nice to meet you again, it's JK. Life is okay nowadays, I'm just working on some stuff. I think it's actually working out well so I'm happy with how it's going so far. How are you ARMY? Oh yeah, also, I was asked to give some advice today, so I'll give advice hahahahah. I don't know if I can give you the help you might need, but I hope some of it can help. Thanks for asking! You know sometimes, you need to pause. And you might think it's a problem with you, but it's actually meant to happen. You know, there are times when you need to stop moving forward so that you can have a break and also have time to reflect on your decisions and actions and life. I feel like I used to be just running forward hoping that it would take me somewhere, but there were times when I HAD to stop even if I didn't want to. Looking back, I think the stops were necessary. It's like a bus and how buses needed to stop at different bus stations so that people can board and leave the bus. We need time to understand ourselves, but when we're so hyperfocused on something, we may forget to do that and that's when you need to put the brakes on things and let yourself cool down and think. Also, you need to rest ARMY. How can you continue to move forward when your engine is overheating? As I said, you need time to cool down and take time. Nothing bad will happen. All you need is to give yourself that small pocket of time where you can take your breath. Everyone needs those pockets. I know that you think you need to continue running forward in order to be successful, but I disagree. I feel like success comes with good balance between running/walking and stopping. Sometimes, things might just genuinely not work out but you used all of your energy on it. You might have been too focused to realize that it might not have been the best path to take. Let yourself come to a pause and let yourself stop and rest. I promise you, you will have success come towards you in the end, so take time to rest. You really need it and you really deserve it. That was it ARMY! I hope it really helped you all and I love you all so much. Take care, bye bye!"
Warnings: Unprotected sex (started/implied), teasing, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, squirting, dirty talk, semi-public, multiple orgasms.
Genre: Smut/PWP
AUs: Friends to Lovers/Brother’s Best Friend (is that an AU?), BTS College
Summary: Jin always manages to be there when you need him. Just like tonight, when he saved your dinner party by making the whole meal. To repay him you have an idea..but so does he.
Author’s Note: For my roomie ( @bonvoyagenoona) and our Party Favors Series. It’s a dinner party..so that counts, right?
“You really outdid yourself this time. I owe you. Like…really owe you.” You were grateful, if your words hadn’t painted a clear enough picture. Maybe this was bordering on Kiss-Ass but you couldn’t help the energy pouring past your lips. You meant it and then some.
If he was getting a kick out of it and lost any respect for you, Seokjin’s passive smile, as he leaned over to gather a few dirty plates from the kitchen table, didn’t change. There wasn’t a single ounce of difference in his gaze, looking over a moment later.
One dark brow cut a skeptical line. “Owe me?”
“Yeah.” You tried keeping nervousness at bay by reaching for a few linen napkins, then grabbing half empty champagne glasses. I’m helping..
You thought about downing the mouthful of remains from one. It’d certainly help, though you thought better of it when Jin turned your way. An inhale made his chest and shoulders bigger.
Nice.
“Where do you get that idea? You say Sorry too much. You should work on that.”
Heat passed over your face, stopping at your chin. You broke eye contact, pushing past Jin and heading for the kitchen. The even creaks of the floorboards at your back told you he wasn’t far behind. Sure enough the muted ‘whomp’ of the kitchen door opening, once for you, then once for Jin, confirmed he was hot on your heels.
“It’s called common courtesy. How many of these parties have you done for me?” You admitted, feeling a little shameful now. Remorse followed. You could have taken the time to get off your ass in the earlier week, and cook a few trays of pigs-in-a-blanket. And make some bowls of punch. But it had been a long work week. Every day your lofty morning goals were a faded memory, requiring too much energy, when you came home.
Out of your heels, splayed on the couch, had you too settled. It made getting up or getting anything done impossible. Your failure to plan had predictable outcomes. And just as predictable it was Kim Seokjin to the rescue.
Summary • Lured in by the sights and sounds of the most famous circus in town, events take a strange turn once you become part of the show.
Genre • Dark yandere||Explicit||Smut
Pairing • Seokjin x reader
TW • Non-con sexual intercourse, kidnapping, manipulation, drugging, bondage, sadistic jin, tickling kink, subtle urophilia, agalmatophilia, perversion, vomit, explicit sexual content, choking, unprotected sex, disassociation, DARK YANDERE, use of needle/drugs, controlling, non-con use of sex toy, non-con touching, non-con roleplay, obsessiveness, physical fight, mentions of trauma and mental health struggles.
Word count • 10.2 k
•This is DARK yandere. Please do not read if these things trigger you. I do not condone or support these acts. My writing is purely fictional and does not truly represent any member.
please don’t copy, steal, plagiarize, re-post, or otherwise use without permission
Greetings to you all with my FIRST GAME on this blog. I was feeling a bit... poetic... and lyrical..., so I thought, why don’t I do a spin-off of the your Vibes, my Eyes game that I did in my first blog?! So, what is this game about? Let me explain. With each person, they have their energy which is very unique to them. As someone who is clairvoyant, I often see very quick scenes or visions during readings, and I thought… what if I did this, but with your energies? What vision reflects your energy and what does it tell me about you? I will be tapping in on my intuition with this one. Anyway, let's look at the rules, shall we?
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I found Seokjin’s energy exiting a coffee shop at late afternoon. Of course, there are no coffee shops and cities where energies reside. That imagery was just a way for Seokjin’s energy to express itself to me; warm, comfortable, cozy, golden.
We walked round and round in circles, orbiting a fountain, a brick street under our feet and warm sunlight on our backs. Seokjin glinted gold in the sun. His energy is always so so warm and cozy.
Before I could even think about how to ask him what his purpose in this lifetime was, he pointed up at an airplane in the sky, said “Look!” and laughed out loud when I looked up at the plane. What a confusing and charming energy.
Unlike Namjoon’s elaborate visions and messages, Seokjin asked me to directly consult the tarot about his life purpose. When I hesitated, he held on to my lower arm and said “Don’t overthink it.” before pushing me back into my own energy.
So I consulted the tarot, meditated on it for a couple minutes to make sure I was reading his energy right, and drew my conclusions.
First of all, joining Big-hit and becoming a member of BTS kick-started Seokjin’s journey to fulfilling his life purpose. His life purpose is to master self-regulation, self-reliance and self-discipline. A call to action. I heard the words “Restart. Take control. Renewal.” in my ears.
Being a member of BTS was a golden opportunity, a gateway to building a solid foundation for his life, but his life purpose is to find a way to balance out all the energies within himself. You remember how he tends to sway to the extremes during his time off? If his life isn’t strictly scheduled, he ends up disregarding his own health, skipping meals for days, obsessively engaging with media and neglecting himself, the people in his life and life itself?
Finding true balance in all aspects of life is no easy feat. Seokjin’s purpose is to prioritize HIMSELF and figure out a way to strike the right balance between work and life, self and relationships, love and family, indulgence and restraint, impulse and control. The water in the cups must flow seamlessly from one to the other.
If all goes as planned and if Seokjin works on himself the way his soul intended to in this lifetime, he will end up having lived a truly, genuinely happy and content life, complete with a beautiful home, a beautiful family, success, fame and renown that doesn’t interfere with his privacy or creative pursuits and endless riches.
In every lifetime our souls live out, there is one prominent lesson to be learned. There is a reason Seokjin incarnated with that beautiful, carefree spirit and mind in this lifetime. His lesson in this life will be understanding true stability and living a harmonious life that he will craft with his own actions and intentions.
Pairing: seokjin x (f) reader. (Sugar baby / sugar daddy.)
Warnings : smut, sugar baby/sugar daddy ( established but not much mentioned in the fic.) , age gap ( seokjin is significantly older by 10 years.), well our jinniee is kinda soft here, breeding kink, slight praise kink, dirty talk, oral sex?(m) receiving, and more. 18+ Minors DNI.
Author's note : I can't help but imagine jinniee as a hot and single sugar daddy, lmao. ಠ_ಠ > Please enjoy and don't forget to reblog. 🥳
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" You're ruining your dress and makeup pretty. "
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Life really brings the best out of you. From attending your classes at the crack of dawn and working as a waitress in your nearby expensive restaurant to this. You remember telling yourself to not get into any trouble as this job probably pays all your bills. But being a genuine trouble maker you were. You really couldn't keep the promise you made to yourself 5 months ago.
And hence your choices lead you here - on your knees - sucking off a man who's a decade older than you in your new Louis Vuitton dress that he just bought for you. Although you thought that you wouldn't continue depending on him financially as soon as you start making some cash but jin doesn't really favours that.
Jin wasn't a bad man, of course he wasn't. He was kind enough to take care of your all expenses like buying your course books, paying rent, groceries, wardrobe and pretty much else. And simply in return he just wants you to be present and be with him on those times when nothing really occupies his mind.
" Does it look pretty on me, daddy? " You took out his dick from your mouth with a 'pop' sound and tilted your head innocently asking him. Jin sweared he could've busted right there and then on your pretty face but he got a grip on himself. He picked you up and made you sit on his lap. " Of course it does princess. I know what looks good on you. " He kissed your neck and snaked his arm around your waist then to your glistening cunt. He wanted to feel your wetness around his digits so badly.
Seokjin Kim is a gentleman by heart. He really is.. and it's really surprising to know that his ring finger is empty- he got the looks.. By looking at his face one could easily tell that God really took his time in creating him, he got money-I mean so much, and charm In his grasp. He's an important man in the country and very influential too. Maybe that's why you're still not ready to let him go.
You'd dammed yourself if you do so because a man like jin is once in a lifetime experience and having yourself pampered by him is more than enough.
" Do you miss me when I'm not with you.? " He tapped his fingertip at your entrance and made circles around your clit with another fingertip. You take a sharp breath and turned your face towards his to kiss him. Soon jin pulled away and moaned inhaling your scent.
" Mhhmm. "
" Are you saying that just to make me happy? " He flickered your nipple with his other hand. Making you hiss at the sensitivity.
" No-No.. I really do miss you...daddy." You threw your head back on his broad shoulder. He hummed at your answer and buried his finger inside your cunt. He likes it this way.. You on his lap, all spread out, head on his shoulder while he lazily fuckes his fingers into you. The sound your pussy makes while getting fingered excites him even more. He loves to play with your clit and twisting his knuckles deep inside you as you come undone on his lap. He hasn't even fucked you properly and you're so lost in your bliss that you do not notice how relaxed and comfortable you got in his hold.
He carried your limp body, he slowly placed you on his bed, eyes grazing gently at your body up and down as you catch your breath. You looked so pretty so pure to him, your eyes rolled back, mouth slight agape, your legs all spread out offering your glistening and swelled cunt to him. He walked back and started Unbuckling his belt slowly. The sound of his belt hitting the ground made you look at him. The lust filled eyes of yours was inviting him to fuck you however he wants. You were his, you were at his mercy tonight. And he completely loved that fact.
On nights during his trips when he missed you deeply he always thought of your pretty face and pretty body while fisting his cock, gripping it tight till it's tip is Reddened just so he could imagine your tight gummy walls wrapped around him. But he knew his rough and calloused palm would never compare to the feeling of your tight cunt. You were different from all, your voice, your expressions , your taste.. Fuck it's all too different from others. You were the best he had till now. He could never get tired of your sweet pussy.
He undressed himself and slowly hovered you from above. Your small petite body looked so tiny in front of his. He placed his knees in between your legs and lowered his head to kiss your already swelled lips. Your tiny hands held his cheeks as he devoured your mouth again. He was rubbing his rough knees on your folds making you moan in between the kiss. God! He could never get tired of your moans. You only encouraged him to rip those Sluttry moans out of you even more.
You tapped his shoulder two times because you couldn't breath and he broke the kiss right away. You were gasping for air, you looked like a mess, his mess to be accurate. " I missed you too." He whispered and licked the mixture of saliva of his and yours from the corner of your lips. He then slowly came in between your legs and placed his dick at your enentrance. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck as he pushed the tip inside of you.
You groaned feeling the euphoric stretch. Jin too groaned feeling your warm and tight walls around his dick. Automatically you eyes were closed shut as you felt him deeper inch by inch. He cursed when he completely buried himself inside you. His fingers gently groped your tits and flickering your nipples with his thumb. He slowly moves letting you adjust to his size.
" Daddy will fuck you good mmhh.. " He whispered on your lips as he increased his speed. His thrusts were getting faster and rougher. He continuously kissed you in between and twisted your nipples making you cry from pleasure. You could only mumble a 'yes daddy please'.
" I'm gonna breed you, daddy's gonna fuck his baby into your tiny pussy and make you his, kay? " It wasn't a question. Both of you knew it wasn't. Seokjin is going to do it, he's anything but a liar. And besides you weren't going to say no to him,were you? Isn't it what you've been thinking about lately. A smile stretched upon your lips as you felt him Cumming deep inside you pussy.
This interaction had me pleasantly surprised. I went in search of Seokjin’s guides so I could ask for their permission before contacting him. Usually, I call out for someone’s guides and they appear before me almost instantly. In this case, i had to wander. A snowstorm started brewing around me, for as far as I could see !! The longer I looked for them, the stronger the snowstorm raged. It was loud and confusing and distressing because something like this had never happened to me before.
I remember seeing one single pink balloon, large clown cars, huge red tents and large transparent balloon animals (elephant shaped ones !). I do not intend to mock Seokjin when I say that his energetic space felt like a circus in that moment. Eventually, I found his guides and they resembled inflatable tube men (but a lot bigger, scarier, and translucent) !! I asked for their permission but they seemed unreliable and odd and floaty. So I called out to Seokjin, wherever he was, and asked for his permission to engage with his energy and, all of a sudden, the snowstorm stilled.
The warm glow of a campfire emerged from the depths of the snowstorm. I felt this sudden rush of warmth and homeliness.
Seokjin’s energy is very difficult to get hold of, but impossibly sweet when you do find him. I remember sitting in a coffee shop as it rained outside, Seokjin across from me, looking at the rain. Pale green and pale blue clay coffee mugs before us. The world feels content and fluffy. I can not stress this enough, Jin’s energy is so, SO soft and tender and warm. i have a feeling he was trying to deceive me with the snowstorm because he wasn’t aware of my intentions. A snowstorm to lead me astray to protect himself instead of tough walls that clearly indicate he is inside them. Genius !! His energy was very sweet, but also very calculating.
The tarot cards I pulled for him afterwards made me laugh because look !! A snowstorm, a protected human and an angel !!
Some words that come to mind looking at this trio, that sum up Seokjin’s energy:
For all the world. Warm glow within. Shelter. Refuge. Luxury. Expense. Sage. Welcoming. Protected. Unaware. Safe.
BTS & BTS Future Spouse - Feelings for One Another
Hello again! I’m back with another BTS reading. This reading was requested by an anon! I will try to conserve my energy while being as descriptive as possible. Please know that sometimes, I’m unable to share all the information I get from the readings for the members’ and their future spouses’ security and privacy. I hope you will understand!
Disclaimer: Please remember that these readings are done for entertainment purposes. There is no way to know whether these readings are accurate or not. These readings are also not meant to “point someone specific” out from the crowd. If you do not like this reading, please ignore it and continue your travels in Tumblr!
This is going to be long, so sit tight!!
Namjoon & FS
NJ: He thinks of his FS as someone who is very emotionally supportive for him- someone he can lean on when he is feeling emotional distress. He sees his FS as someone who has a lot of wisdom, and he can learn things from them at an emotional standpoint. I can tell he misses them, but he isn't able to meet them because of his career (which is expected). There is a lot going on at the moment for him with the group going through a resting period with solo activities. I think it's a hard transition for him and other career aspects don't allow him to see them and he really wants to see them it seems. I also think he feels that he was to wait too long to meet his FS and at times, he may have pondering thoughts like "will I really have this kind of presence in my life? Am I being too naive?" Just thoughts like that. He may feel that he has to move on from this person at the moment because it feels like meeting his person is impossible and something very far away. I hope he doesn't completely give up :( All of these are really realistic issues that a lot of people may face in our world today... wishing him luck as he goes through a tough transition.
FS: They feel that oftentimes, NJ has to be in a really fast-paced environment that can be pretty overwhelming at times. It's really not easy to have to match up to such a fast pace with tons of different things scheduled. I feel that they are referring to his usual lifestyle as a member. I feel lots of worrying about his schedule here, it's coming through really strong. Hm... I also think they see NJ as someone they have a lot to learn from. I remember from the career reading, I said that they will collaborate with NJ on a creative project, so I feel that as someone maybe working in a creative field like him, they really look up to him, the work he does, and the impact he has on the world. Lots of admiration and it feels like they see him as this mentor figure they could really learn from. They want NJ to rest. As I mentioned earlier, they worry a lot about his schedule and the insane amount of things he has to do, carry, and worry about. They want him to rest it seems. So maybe since the group went on a break and are focusing on solo activities, NJ will be able to rest and that's what they are hoping that he would do. Lastly, they admire him for being able to be who he is at the position he is in right now. It's not easy to become the most famous Kpop idols in the world. They are proud of his determination and diligence, and they are proud of him for being able to push through all the competition for his dreams. This is so sweet *cry*
Jin & FS
Jin: Aww he respects his FS. He feels that he and FS will be able to work together well if they were to work on a project together. They have different talents that complement one another, so they can respect one another and count on each other to pull through with their parts. Jin also thinks that his future spouse is someone who is very intelligent and able to stand their own ground. They can see through the lies, almost like they stare at you right through your soul (I saw Jin with lazer eyes :,D). He thinks they are reliable and they are wise with their thoughts and actions. They are very talented and he believes FS has a lot of potential and a lot of things that they can do that they haven't recognized yet. Lastly, Jin thinks that FS is friendly, and someone he is very comfortable with. It feels like they've known each other for a long, long, long, long, long time. Perhaps they've had multiple past lives together. There is a huge sense of relaxation and familiarity that is coming through here... very interesting!
FS: I find it cute, seeing the cards that represent Jin in the eyes of FS. I feel like in terms of soul age, FS may be older than Jin because Jin is represented by two different page cards. It also makes me think that Jin gives really youthful vibes, while FS gives off very grounded and mature vibes. As I mentioned in Jin's part of the reading, they have many differences that actually make them complement one another. FS sees Jin as an emotional, intuitive, and creative person who has a long path ahead of them. They also find that Jin is very inspirational and he seems to bring out FS' best qualities. They see that Jin has put in a lot of work to reach the position he is in right now, and they notice the motivation and energy he has in moving forward even during his hardest times. They seem to admire those aspects of him and think of some worthy of lots of respect and honor, while also feeling like they should take care of him. It feels like an interesting mix of maternal instincts, admiration, and romantic attraction.
Yoongi & FS
YG: Well well well... *smirk* It seems like YG thinks of FS as THE person that he wished for. He thinks that they are the best person he could ever meet. He thinks that FS is kind and graceful(?), definitely someone he wants to be around. YG also thinks that FS has an interesting relationship with money. I can't exactly tell what it may be, but it has to do with either spending too much or spending too little. I hear mixed voices of "spend more money!" and "spend less." Either way, I feel that it's important to have a good balance of spending and saving money, and that is what YG is talking in this case. Lastly, YG really really likes how FS is very confident, courageous, bold, and determined. I'm getting those vibes where FS is someone who is pretty closed off but they are charming and they can definitely pull off a sort of cat-like(?) vibe. They are pretty similar to SG but a bit different it seems? Anyway, back to the point. They aren't afraid to be themself. They may be expressive of their thoughts and concerns when they want to be, and they can be very social when they want to be as well. But going back to what I said at the beginning... *smirk smirk smirk* YG will fall hard for this person =v=
FS: *cry* My teeth are going to rot because of how sweet this is *cry*. Okay, so I'll start with the not-so-sweet part because I'm just petty like that (hmph). So, FS thinks that YG is someone who is pretty closed off when he is exploring different things on his own. He may not share much of his plans with others and only share when he came to a decision after thinking about it by himself. They may also think that at times, YG is a bit indecisive and lacks mental clarity that he sometimes needs when making decisions for himself. Now, to the way-too-sweet-for-my-teeth part (frown). FS thinks that YG is a huge source of strength for them. When they are in the darkness, YG is someone shines in even in that darkness and shows them that there is light and there is hope- that they shouldn't give up. They are very appreciative of this factor since it helps them relax and get into a more calm state. They think YG is someone very precious, and they can't imagine a life without YG in it (m- my teeth). Lastly, they feel very comfortable around YG. They may feel like they knew YG for a very long time even if that may not the case. I get past life vibes from here as well. They may have depended on each other and supported each other in a healthy way in their past lives. This is so sweet, I'm crying in singleness *cry*.
Jhope & FS
I kept giggling through this whole section. I don't why, but I thought I was going crazy for a second there-
JH: *scream* *cry* *scream scream SCREAMMMM* Sorry, *clears throat.* I am hopefully back after freaking out for a second. This is way too sweet- these peoples are going to make my teeth rotten which is NOT. OKAY..! SO, WHAT DID I GET?? WELL, LET ME SHARE MY SINGLE PAIN WITH YOU >:D. To start this off, JH really really really loves that FS is someone who is very caring, comforting, and dependable. He knows that he can go to this person when he is having a hard time, and he holds lots of respect and admiration for FS as well. He knows that they've got his back. He thinks that they are elegant, that they are very amazing both on the outside and the inside. Man, it feels like he's showing off to me like I get it- don't rub it in my face :,D. JH thinks that FS is a leader, someone who has the power within themself to inspire others to work with them. He really admires this part about FS because it's a quality that is hard to have. FS is talented and intelligent. Thus, they can use talents of theirs to actualize their plans in their journey. Lastly, JH thinks FS is very very intuitive, empathetic, and full of wisdom. He feels like he doesn't have to say anything because FS will be able to pick up his thoughts and emotions without him having to express it. He thinks FS is very wise, so they are able to give him the guidance he sometimes needs.
FS: FS can't help but feel worried that JH is taking on way too much for himself and feeling burdened and overwhelmed by everything he has to carry. They are worried that JH will exhaust himself by trying to do everything on his own. I also specifically see JH smiling while crying, so I feel like part of FS' worries may have to do with JH trying to keep up a positive and bright image even during his hard moments. FS also wants JH to rest. With so much JH has endured and carried along with his hectic schedule, FS wants JH to get the rest he needs along the way and to not overexert himself during the process. Though his love for his creativity, work, and ARMYs is important, his health matters just as much and even more. Lastly, FS may feel that JH is sometimes not getting the creative freedom he needs in order to express himself.
Jimin & FS
JM: I can't. I really can't. I really, really can't. You guys are being so cruel to me... why. So, why am I being extremely petty right now? Well, let me help you understand why.
seulboya- "What are your feelings for your future spouse?"
jimin- "The World :)"
.........................................*sniff* *cry* *why am i single* *not fair*
ANYWAY, back to the reading and me hopefully finishing up this reading and doing what I'm supposed to be doing :,). So, to put it shortly, this person means the world to JM. They are the person that he was looking at the end of a certain chapter in his life. I definitely get the vibes that there is a sense of completion here because, I mean, it's THE WORLD. He may have had a sense of what kind of person he wanted to settle down with, and FS is really the person who had hoped and looked for. Next, JM thinks that FS is very very caring, understanding, and empathetic. He finds FS ethereal both on the outside and the inside, and he feels that he can depend on FS as he closes a chapter of his life and settles down. He really appreciates FS for being by his side, and he is glad that he can have someone FS to lean on during some hard times. It also seems like JM thinks FS brought a huge change to his life (in a good way). Through meeting FS, he was able to change himself and start anew as a new Jimin, something he did not expect would ever happen to him. *this is too sweet T^T*
FS: Aww I see... FS thinks that JM brought a sense of justice to their life. Maybe there will be a situation where they face a really unfair situation, and JM will help them out with their situation. It also gives me this sense where JM entering FS' life really helped them do things that they'd never imagined they'd do. Through their interactions with JM, they are becoming more of themself and not letting others take from them like those people did in the past (this is what I got from intuition might be wrong). FS also feels that JM is definitely someone very successful who should receive a lot of recognition for all the hard work he did. They believe he deserves every good things that is happening to him right now, and they're really happy that JM is getting the results that he worked so hard for. Lastly, FS thinks that JM can get into a very negative headspace sometimes. There may be a lot of hidden feelings that he doesn't express much, and they hope that he will be able to get out of his negative headspace or talk to them when he is going through a hard time.
Taehyung & FS
TH: Oh- Dang. I'll just jump straight into it. TH feels that there is definitely a very powerful attachment between himself and FS. He feels that there is an air of seductiveness in FS as well (I keep getting vibes) to them. It feels as though FS will be someone very attractive and he finds FS charming, being drawn into them each time. TH also thinks that FS is a very hard worker who is diligent and willing to take full responsibility of the tasks that are in front of them. They take work seriously and they are very methodical and strategic when they approach new topics or paths of life. Lastly, TH thinks that FS is someone who is his source of strength. When he is feeling burnt out and a bit down, FS may be the person who makes him laugh and smile. They may be very supportive of him and provide TH extra cheering he needs! TH seems very happy that he has someone like FS in his life.
FS: AWWW!! So first off, FS feels that TH is someone they could be very vulnerable and genuine with. They feel that they can truly express themself to TH and not be scared of rejection for their imperfections. They feel that they can be very honest with TH and there is a lot of trust in their relationship. FS and TH may be very compatible with each other as well and they may get along very well. FS also feels that TH is very spiritual and wise. They may oftentimes go to TH if they have questions or when they are facing problems and TH may help them out with their situation. I remember I said that FS' career may be in the entertainment industry, so if that's the case, then FS can also go to TH for performance tips as well. When it comes to TH, I feel this immense respect and admiration coming form FS. Lastly, like TH, FS thinks that TH is a huge source of strength for them. When they are having a hard time, TH always gives them the strength they need to get back up and walk forward again. They are very supportive of one another.
Jungkook & FS
JK: O_O;; So, JK will think that FS is very accomplished and successful. It seems like during the time that they meet, FS may be in a position where they are financially abundant and independent, and they are able to provide for others who may be in need. He feels that FS was very committed and worked very hard for their goal, and he holds respect for FS for being able to be in the position they are in. He feels that family means a lot to FS and that FS is very willing to help those who are in need (as mentioned above). JK also thinks that his FS is the person he was looking for in life (*my teeth are officially rotten*). His wishes may be fulfilled when he is with this person, and he will really love them and be happy that they are together as once. There is a lot of happiness and joyfulness that he feels from being with FS. Lastly, JK may feel that through being with FS, all of the different perspectives he may have held of the world, along with his philosophies, biases, thoughts, etc., completely changed. He may feel that the foundation that he stood on with the things he knew and always felt he knew, will crumble down. It seems like he will learn a lot of new things by being with FS and there will be a lot of positive changes that come to him as he goes through a significant transition.
FS: FS may feel that meeting JK will provide the opening to a new gateway full of happiness, fulfillment, and love that may have never thought they would have in their life. Seeing how this is a sign of a new beginning for them, through meeting JK, they will be able to access a new version of themself that they didn't know they had. They also feel that JK is someone who is unafraid of being spontaneous, trying new things, and traveling into the unknown. It seems as though FS is a person who may not feel very comfortable with being spontaneous and continuously going for new things and exploring, but through JK, they will be able to do a lot of things they wouldn't never done before. JK's creativity and passion will also affect FS and FS may see themself change a lot. Their differences complement each other and encourage each other to learn and try new things. It also seems like when FS sees JK, they feel sadness(?) or they're heartbroken. I don't exactly know what this may mean, but it is possible that this is something personal that they feel when they feel JK. It can mean a lot of different things, so I won't pry too much into it. Moving on, FS thinks that JK is someone who is really able to develop himself through continuously learning. They think that JK is someone who is an eternal student- someone who is curious and willing to dive into something new to learn.
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THAT WAS IT! I FINALLY FINISHED THIS! 14 PEOPLE WOW- I'm very proud of myself for finishing this reading (lol). Please don't mind me. I'm sorry for freaking out too much... please ignore those moments of mine *cry*. Anyway, this reading was honestly super duper fun, and I hope it was fun for you all as well. Please remember that this is done for entertainment purposes. If you have any suggestions or requests, please send them to me via my inbox! =v= Bye bye~
