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the difference between tumblr and twitter is that pretty much everyone on tumblr needs some kind of compassionate intervention in their lives, but at a low background level. Twitter has 99% normies succumbing to internet brainrot and 1% just the most outlandish personalities you’ve ever seen.
your average tumblr personality is a shaking dog in a Sarah McLachlan appeal, with enough time and care they can be rehabilitated and placed in a loving home. your average big-time twitter account should be sent to a prison colony on the moon
Friend I was here for the bone stealing witch. Even as the sun and moon hid their eyes and averted their gaze I saw the witch walk without fear of the laws of God nor man and steal those bones and sell them on etsy. The amputated toe. The breast milk jewelry. A man who against any law of heaven desires to own another human as a pet reblogged my star wars discourse posts. You want to talk about racefaking cannibal mermaids?? Bah! How many kickstarter scams for cartoons that sounded unbearably twee have come and gone? How many stars risen and fallen? I remember when this site had a sizable userbase of meth enthusiast who just posted aesthic shots of their stash and rigs. Where are those crank aficionados now? Gone like so many others. And yet I remain!
And when I tell you that twitter is worse than any of that you should heed my words!!
To shawols, i hope you have a peaceful day, whatever you decide to do is fine, celebrate jonghyun's life, listen to his music, eat something yummy, watch a movie, sleep. I hope we can all find me peace today.
Jonghyun, i remember you every day, in the music i listen to, the movies i watch, the flowers i see, in the sky when i look at the moon. I love you so much. I hope you are resting in peace. I hope you are happy, wherever you are and however you are.
↳ pairing: dom!yeonjun x sub f!reader x switch!jay
↳ genre: friends to lovers, polyamory, smut, fluff and angst if you squint.
↳ summary: it was wrong from the start. you knew it. but heck, you’d be lying if you say that you didn’t love it when yeonjun and jay destroyed you(r friendship); no pun intended.
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↳ rating & word count: 18+ ; 3.4k
↳ warnings: profanity, anxiety, manhandling, explicit sexual content; multiple sex scenes, dirty talk, unprotected sex, rough sex, marking, creampie, brief cum eating and pussy licking, mmf threesome, nipple play, oral (f!receiving), double penetration, messy sex.
↳ a/n: don’t ask why i was writing hush instead of studying physics as i should. unedited (what’s new 🥴), so don’t mind the mistakes! and hope you enjoy!
Long, slender fingers dance over your bare torso, slowly but effectively pulling you out of your sleep. You whine out some incoherent words, wanting to stay in the utter bliss of sleep. Can anyone blame you though? It’s been several hot minutes since you last slept so peacefully.
“Good morning, princess.” A deep, rumbling voice vibrates against the softness of your left breast. You shudder a little, suddenly aware that you’re stark naked. Jolting up, you pull the bedsheets around you tightly, a chaste kiss dropping on your shoulder. “What happened, baby?”
Jay nuzzles your neck, his hand coming up to hold onto yours. You can’t help but hum appreciatively, leaning into his touch. Taking the hint, he manhandles you on his lap, earning a groan from you. “Oww, don’t do that… My whole body is sore.”
His low chuckle is music to your ears, warmth creeping up in your cheeks. “Aww, is our baby hurt? Did we go too hard on her, hm?”
“N–no! I liked it! I’m.. It’s just been a long while, so, um.” You stumble upon your words, giving up miserably soon enough. Jay squeezes you in his arms, shushing you.
“Hush, it’s okay, I know what you mean.”
Relieved, you quickly change the subject. “Where did Junnie go?”
“Mm, he is downstairs. Making breakfast.”
“.. Oh. Why?”
Jay smiles at you fondly, kissing your cheek. “He wanted to surprise you with a fancy breakfast in bed. I offered to help but he told me to stay here and look after you.”
“He doesn’t need to do all that…” you mumble, fiddling with your fingers.
“I know. But Yeonjun cares about you. A lot.”
That makes you swallow nervously. Heart pounding against your chest, you look away, avoiding his gaze.
“Look at you, you’re so adorable. How can someone not fall in love with you?”
Whining, you hit Jay’s chest playfully. “You’re talking like you’re in love with me or something.”
“I never denied that, as far as I can remember.”
“Jay!”
He laughs at your flustered expression, falling back on the bed which causes you to land on him. And that’s when you realize.
Fuck, he has a morning wood.
As if on cue, Jay growls, hips thrusting up to grinds into your ass.
“Fuck! Harder!” you groan, legs wrapping around Jay’s waist as he pistons into you with full force.
“Yeah, baby? Want me to fuck you harder? Weren’t you just telling me about how you don’t know if you can walk after yesterday night?” He murmurs in your ears, hands gripping on your ass to give it a squeeze.
“God, please, I need it harder.” You sob, face resting against the pillow and hips lifting up for more. You can feel the frantic beating of his heart against your back. Jay bites a back a moan when you squeeze his cock desperately, nails digging into the soft bedding of Yeonjun.
“Gonna fuck you so hard and good, baby. You will only remember how to scream my name and forget everything else.”
Jay grunts heavily, hands gripping onto your hips for leverage as he starts pounding into you. True to his words, that makes you scream his name, eyes blurring from the sudden surge of pain and pleasure that swirls inside you in tandem.
“Such a good little doll, so eager to take my cock. Is that what you want, hm? My cock to stay inside you?”
Not trusting your voice with anything, you nod desperately. You know damn well that you’re gonna end up with bruised hips if he grips any harder, but the thought of his mark on you only excites you further.
“Fuck.” Jay rasps, his pace faltering when feels your walls starting to clench around him. “Are you gonna come for me, [Name]? Are you gonna cream all over my cock?”
“Yea— yes!” You whimper, tethering on the edge of sweet release. His fingers reach down to rub on your clit, your eyes watering.
“J–Jayyy! Fuck, I—” your voice closes up as soon as orgasm hits you. Body going limp, you fall back on the bed completely, cunt pulsating around his veiny dick.
“So good, doll. Coming for me so well. I’ll stuff you up with my load nice and full.”
Jay gives a few more hard, sloppy thrusts, spilling thick ropes of his milky cum inside you. You whine out his name, voice shaky.
After catching his breath, he cleans himself up and dresses up as well. You look at him with half-closed eyes, too tired to utter any words.
“Let me clean you up? I have to leave soon.”
You nod, feeling shy while he crouches down between your legs and cleans you up with the gentlest touches possible.
“Oh, so you two are done.” Yeonjun’s familiar voice cuts in. Your first instinct is to hide your face for some unknown reason, and it makes both men snort.
“Is baby embarrassed ‘cause she fucked without my permission? Aww no, it certainly didn’t feel like that when I was cooking downstairs and you were asking Jay to fuck you harder.”
Lord. You whine out, trying to cross your legs but Jay holds it firmly. “C’mon baby, we both have seen you like this, don’t get shy now, yeah?”
“I thought you’d appreciate some comfort food brought to you in the morning, but seems like you’d prefer my cum down your throat much better.”
“It’s– it’s not like that, Junnie. Please.” You dare to look at him, only to find his dark eyes on your naked body. Yeonjun sighs.
“If you keep giving me those eyes, I won’t be able to control myself.” He nibbles on your earlobe, Jay now watching from the sidelines, done with cleaning.
You squirm under him, hands flying up to thread through his hair as he moves towards your neck. Junnie lets his index finger brush through your moist folds, groaning. “Fuck, you’re stuffed up with his cum, doll. Wanna eat you out like this.”
You let out a whimper while Jay groans, pupils blown wide as he watches Yeonjun licking at your pussy. He hums when the mixture of you and Jay hits his tongue, the vibration causing you to shiver.
What have you gotten yourself into?
A few weeks later, you’re back at Yeonjun’s house along with Jay. You’ve been visiting both men and indulging in the pleasure they give you meanwhile, and the weirdest fact? They both know and they don’t mind. Hell, you don’t know how you feel either.
“Do you know why he suddenly called us together?” you lean in to whisper in Jay’s ear, who’s been playing a video game for a while now. He sighs, shaking his head to tell you ‘no’ and trying to focus on his game.
“I feel nervous.” you mumble, craning your head to see if Yeonjun is coming back with the snacks. The couch creaks under you and you freeze immediately. But seeing that the coast is clear, you breathe out in relief, settling back with your legs against your chest.
To your surprise, Jay drops the gaming console to turn at you, his hands soothingly drawing patterns on your skin. “Hey,” he mutters, waiting for you to look at him, “There’s nothing to be nervous about, I promise. He probably called us over because y’know… he wants a repetition of that night.”
“Oh, you think?” you whisper, out of breath from the mention of that night.
Jay chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, “You seem excited now, huh? Did you like taking two cocks back to back like a filthy little girl?”
Caught off-guard and definitely embarrassed, you whip your head to the other side. You can feel his hot breath caressing your neck, an involuntary shiver running down your spine. Just when you’re certain that he’s going to give you a hickey, footsteps approach the living room.
“I’m back, missed me?” Yeonjun teases, looking at you directly. His hands are occupied with two bowls of caramel popcorn, and he puts those on the centre table before plopping down beside you.
“Junnie! You’re back!” you smile at him happily, and he matches it, looking at you as if you’re something he possesses. Jay says something to greet him too, but it goes unnoticed by both of you as you look at each other, completely entranced. You’re unsure if it’s just you imagining things, but Jun starts to lean in, when—
“Damn, suddenly I feel like I don’t exist.”
Snapped back to reality, you scramble for an apology, “Oh no– that’s… not true! At all! Sorry!”
Yeonjun shakes his head, “Of course you do exist, Park. Otherwise you wouldn’t be going around and complaining about stuff.”
Both of them break out in laughter, and that makes you giggle a bit. However, when you all stop, an uncomfortable silence stretches. You squirm in your seat, unsure if you should say something or not.
“Why did you call us here, by the way?” Jay enquires suddenly, “I don’t wanna be that person, but [Name] here is a bit nervous.”
Yeonjun’s concerned gaze falls on you immediately. “What? Oh no, baby, look at me.” His hand guides your face upward, stopping when your eyes meet his. “There’s nothing to be nervous about. I just wanted to talk and clear out some things between us.”
But those words, meant to calm you down, instead throw you off more. He notices immediately, wrapping you up in a hug. “Shh, I got you. It’s nothing, yeah?” Jay reaches out to stroke your hair too, your heart fluttering in your chest from their actions.
It takes you a while but you eventually feel better, pulling away from Yeonjun’s embrace and clearing your throat.
“How are you feeling, princess?” Jay asks, voice etched with worry.
Shaking your head, you mumble, “I’m okay.” Both men seem to be relieved, but it fades away soon enough when you start speaking again.
“Junnie? Clear out what? Please just talk right now, I can’t keep being anxious for the rest of the night.”
Yeonjun opens his mouth, but he closes it before he can say something. You look back at Jay, who’s rubbing your back while looking at Jun intently.
“Well… to put it simply, what is this?” He waves his hand at you three, “What is going on between us? I just want to make sure that no one gets hurt in the process… of where this is heading.”
Jay sighs shakily. “As cruel as it sounds, [Name]... I think Junnie is right. We– we need to figure out things before it gets messy.”
“Yeah,” Jun adds, “You know that we know, right? That you’ve been having sex with both of us?”
Although it’s true, said out aloud, it sounds way more accusatory. Quite frankly, you start feeling disgusting, tears gathering in your eyes. Yeonjun brushes his thumb over the suppleness of your cheeks, whispering, “Hey, you know that we don’t mind it. I just want to know how you feel. About me and Jay.”
Jay murmurs a few words of encouragement and support too, and the nasty feeling goes away soon enough.
“I like you, Yeonjun. A– a lot. But– I– I really like Jay, too. I don’t know. I’m sorry.” You snivel, looking at them nervously.
“Hey, that’s okay. Human feelings can be complicated, don’t feel bad, yeah?” Jay smiles reassuringly. “And, I hope you know that we care about you a lot. Like, a lot more than you can understand right now. And we are okay how you feel. You don’t have to choose.”
Yeonjun laughs, pulling your hunched up frame into him. “We are so whipped for you princess. And as he said, we don’t mind sharing you.”
“O– Oh— aah!”
You moan when he starts sucking on your neck, head lolling back to give him more space. Junnie takes it greedily, tongue eagerly lapping at your sensitive skin. Jay takes the hint, discarding his shirt and hovering over you, lips landing on yours. You let one of your hands wound around his neck while he kisses you passionately, the other hand around Jun’s — who is busy getting rid of your oversized sweatshirt and bralette while marking your collarbones.
“Fu–fuck—” you groan, hips bucking up when Jay slips his hand past your leggings and panties, rubbing your clit in a painfully slow motion.
“Mmm, so impatient. Don’t worry baby, we will fuck you, but need to prep you first. Gotta get you all dripping and wet for our cock, huh?” He mutters, leaving your clit to graze your folds that are starting to moisten.
Yeonjun attacks your nipple without any words after he manages to undo your bralette. Your body arches, two mouths and a pair of fingers working you up.
“Think you can take our cocks at the same time, baby?”
“I– I don’t think so.” you croak out, even though extremely aroused by the idea.
“Hush, you’ll see.” Jay gets on his knees, pulling down your leggings along with your cotton panties. You feel his hot breath approaching you, and after a long time, he finally gives you a long lazy lick.
You shudder as his tongue brushes against your most sensitive places, and your head lolls back. Yeonjun, on the other hand, starts massaging your breasts while he watches Jay give you head. He pushes his tongue inside your pussy soon enough, your eyes blurring a little.
Jay grunts, pushing harder and deeper, your essence filling his mouth. Your toes curl, and he softly brushes his thumb on your clit. Moaning loudly, your hips buck up, trying to move with his ministrations as he delves his tongue in and out, his thumb rolling your clit expertly.
“Yes, eat that pussy, this pussy was made to be eaten out like that, fuck!” Yeonjun grunts, tweaking your pebbled nipple between his fingers. The stimulation causes you to push on Jay’s back with your heel, wanting him closer. He groans at the feeling, the vibrations going straight into your core, making you shudder.
“Taste so good, baby, so fucking good.”
You wound your fingers in his hair, urging him to go harder. But Jay softly plucks his tongue out, eagerly licking you like you’re water and he’s thirsty. He wraps his lips around the sensitive nub, sucking and grazing his teeth on it.
Yeonjun can sense that you’re close to your orgasm, your erratic breathing giving it away. He murmurs slutty words into your ear that go straight to your cunt. Your head hits the couch, desperate moans leaving you.
Jay understands quickly, probing deeper into you, his index finger and thumb pinching your clit.
You writhe uncontrollably as you climb up to the pinnacle faster, your breath coming out as short bursts of pants.
“Let go, baby.” Yeonjun commands, his voice affecting you much more than expected. Jay goes harder, his tongue brushing against your G-spot, a gasp leaving you. He pressures onto your clit harder, and suddenly the world goes all black around you. You scream his name, your body shaking from the waves of pleasure crashing down on you. Yeonjun grunts, enjoying the scene in front of his eyes while Jay growls happily. The gush of your nectar hits his tongue, and he keeps his mouth guided on you as you ride all the waves of your orgasm.
“You did so well, doll. I’m sure your little pussy can take us together now.” Yeonjun nuzzles your neck lovingly before pulling you in for a kiss.
Jay is back on his feet, hastily getting rid of his pants. Yeonjun follows suit, and before you know it, Yeonjun is manhandling you to impale your cunt on his cock. You whimper and he groans deeply, the sound vibrating in his chest. You barely have any time to adjust before Jay’s reddened tip is pushing at your entrance as well.
“Fuck, ugh,” you sob at the stretch when he slowly starts pushing in. “I can’t. It hurts— oh my god—”
“You can and you will, it’s not up to debate, princess,” Jay growls, gripping onto your ass to anchor himself. He abruptly thrusts forward, burying himself completely into you next to Yeonjun, who moans at the delicious friction on his cock. But it’s rather painful for you, tears streaming down your face as their girthy cocks stretch you wide, much wider than you ever imagined was possible.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.” Jay huffs, kneading your ass to probably soothe some of the pain you are feeling.
“Baby,” Yeonjun notices your tears and wipes them with. “You’re doing so well, so good for us.”
He slides his hand between your bodies and has you moaning in pleasure in seconds, pain long forgotten as his fingers teasingly circle your clit. You jerk and squirm, which makes their cock brush against each other inside you.
“Fuck,” Jay groans, starting to move now that you seem okay, his hips pulling and pushing back in. After a few thrusts, loud moans, Yeonjun grips on your ass to bounce you on their cock. The first one has you screaming, walls desperately pulsating around them. Jay and Yeonjun are groaning and moaning too, their cock being swallowed by your warm tightness and being rubbed so sensually by the other.
“I’m not gonna last,” Yeonjun growls, his fingers digging into your hips almost painfully.
“Me either. Baby, come for us,” Jay moans, hands toying with your nipples.
Two cocks rubbing together inside you overwhelms your senses in the best way possible. Your stomach tightens as you bounce on their cocks and your hands reach out to grip on Jay’s shoulder. He takes the duty to help you move on their cocks, Yeonjun’s hands scrambling to touch your nipples and clit together.
“You’re so amazing, princess, taking our cocks— nngh– so greedily.” Yeonjun lets out a howling sound, thrusting his hips up to pound into you. You cry out in pleasure, your whole body shaking from the rush of euphoria that runs through your veins. The whole living room sounded so filthy, skin slapping against skin paired up with the euphony of groans and moans coming from the three of you.
“I’m– fuck, gonna come!” you scream, unable to form any coherent sentences as your orgasm floods your senses. You go limp immediately, but Jay catches you before you can fall on Junnie. Their thrusts start to get messy and uneven as the fuck you through your release, breathing heavy as they try to reach their peak as well.
“Fuck, I can’t, I’m gonna come.” Jay growls, biting down your shoulder in a feeble attempt to keep himself grounded. “Come, Jay, lemme feel your load filling her up,” Yeonjun orders, his eyes burning as he looks at his younger friend.
Jay curses under his breath, giving a few more sloppy thrusts before his mouth parts open in a loud moan. He shoots his seed in you, his cock twitching against your walls as some of his cum already starts to trickle down your thighs. Yeonjun groans at the feeling, now desperate to reach his own orgasm.
“Fuck, so good. Both of you.” He praises, growling out your name as his own load squirts inside you, your walls clenching around them from the sensation.
It takes you so much longer to recover, and the brutal exhaustion kicks in soon enough that you fall asleep as soon as your back hits the softness of Junnie’s bed. However, the two men stay up, looking at your sleeping form while quietly chatting about the new arrangement.
“No, but, Yeonjun. Are you sure that you won’t get jealous or something like that? I know you’ve loved her for a long time now.” Jay frowns, somewhat sympathetic.
“I will try my best to not let my jealousy ruin what we have,” the older ponders, “I know I can get very possessive. But she said it herself. She likes me, and you too. The least I can do is respect her feelings.”
“You really love her, huh?”
“I do. Gosh, I love her so much that it hurts sometimes.” He stops before continuing. “What about you?”
Jay shakes his head thoughtfully. “I think– I’ve always had a crush on her since we met… but right now… I think I’m falling in love with her.”
“Holy fuck. I guess, I can’t blame you. She’s really special and has this thing about her...” Yeonjun sighs.
“True,” Jay agrees, admiring how peaceful you look when you sleep.
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crown prince! bang chan x palace gardener! reader.
1.6k words.
genres; fluff, angst, royalty au, best friends-to-lovers au!
rating; pg-13.
NOT PROOFREAD!! DON'T MIND ANY ERRORS, IMMA FIX IT LATER!! this was NOT supposed to take 2 weeks I am so sorry ;-;
warnings; angry chan, cursing/language, mentions of arranged marriage.
taglist [open]; @xhazmania
now alone in the garden, y/n got back to her work of picking new flowers for the rooms in the palace. she picked, and she picked, and she picked. it was a mindless repetitive action, and it allowed her mind to wander.
her mind replayed one specific memory, a memory y/n tried not to think about. she didn't like that memory. it made her happy, it gave her too much hope.
she was 15 again. it had been a few weeks after her mother passed away, and y/n was still grieving, hard. she couldn't even remember the last time she had smiled or laughed or even just enjoy the smallest things. all she felt was cold.
y/n was alone in the garden, planting seedlings of flowers in a new patch of fresh, soft soil. the sky faded from a fiery orange to dark red as the sunset over the horizon. the chill of the evening breeze bit at her skin through her thin dress as she continued her work, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. nothing mattered anymore without her mother there with her.
“hey you’re going to catch a cold out here." a voice warned.
y/n turned her head and met eyes with chan. even in informal clothing, chan still looked as handsome as ever. under the setting sun, his pale skin seemed to glow like the jewels in the king's crown. his black hair, although very unkempt, framed his face beautifully and looked dark red due to the color of the sky. even in her state of grief, just seeing chan brought color to her very dull world.
a ghost of a sad smile crossed y/n's face as she turned back to the ground in front of her.
"it's just a breeze channie. you don't have to worry about me."
chan sighed at his best friend's stubbornness. he knew that she was going through a very sad time and he wanted to help. but y/n seemed to shut him out.
"i always worry about you y/n. you seem to cloud my mind every hour of the day."
y/n's breath caught in her throat. chan had this way with words that made her heart flutter no matter how she was feeling. she did not like it. nonetheless, she acted as if it didn't affect her.
"i doubt that that's true. i bet you forget about me with every princess you meet. i'm afraid i might lose you to them one day." she teased, but her heart sank slightly at the thought of it being true. y/n wished she was born into royalty sometimes. maybe then she would have an actual chance with the person she was in love with. and after losing her mother, she knew that she couldn't stand to lose chan either.
chan sighed again as he gently grabbed y/n's wrist, stopping her from planting the flowers. he pulled her up off the ground and turned her to face him.
"y/n, you're not going to lose me, ok? no matter how many girls i meet, you will always be my number one. i've known you the longest. you mean the most to me. no matter how chaotic my life gets or how many princesses i meet, you’ll always be at the top. i promise.”
even now y/n still didn’t know how chan knew to say those words, but at the time they were comforting for her. they made her feel happiness, warmth for the first time in weeks. but thinking about it now she knew that it was unrealistic for chan to try and keep that promise. he was going to be king soon, and it was very well known that royalty stayed with royalty. and sadly she couldn't change that.
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chan walked at an accelerated pace through the halls of the castle, while mingyu brushed away any stray pieces of dirt or grass from the back of chan's robes. he really wished his time in the garden would have lasted longer. it was the first time in months, he had spent time with y/n. it felt nice to see her face, to hear her voice, to smile and laugh with her like they did when they were kids.
"this is so unusual." chan mumbled. usually the rulers would come for their meeting and then return back to the comfort of their own kingdoms. why were they staying now?
"yeah I know but it seems that there is nothing you can do until you find out more." mingyu reasoned as he wiped the last speck of dirt off of chan's robes.
the 2 of them now stood at the entrance of the dining hall. more commotion could be heard on the other side of the doors, more commotion meant more people. chan sighed at the thought of having to interact with people other than his family, for that morning's meeting had left him very socially drained. and if the rulers families were anything like them, this would be even more taxing on chan's will to live.
"well in you go, your highness." mingyu said as he pushed open the doors of the dining hall. "enjoy your meal."
chan shot mingyu an extremely annoyed look before masking it with a smile and entering the room.
"ah there he is." chan's mother welcomed. "come and join us son."
chan sighed through his nostrils, holding onto whatever composure he had left, and made his way to the table in the very middle of the room. he took the empty seat between his father, and his younger brother, felix who looked just as unwilling to be there as chan felt.
on the right of felix sat king chinmae and his family. his wife looked sullen and detached, like all the light in life had been sucked away. that's what happens when your partner for life breaks your trust one too many times. chan thought. he felt bad for the woman and for their young sons, youngho & minhyung. he couldn't imagine what it must be like to see your own father disregard your mother as if she met nothing for someone he barely knew.
on the left of his mother sat king jinsang. he didn't have a family, well not a legitimate one anyway,so he sat by himself gorging on food as if he hadn't eaten in years. it was quite disturbing to watch actually. most of the people at the table made it a point to avert their eyes, out of sheer discomfort and slight disgust.
and at the very end of the table sat the dreaded king jiwoo, accompanied by his only daughter, inyeong. the last time chan had seen her was when he was 15 and she was 17. she still had the same harsh, sharp features similar to that of a marble statue. her black hair had grown quite long though. the black strands were curled in large, bouncy ringlets, framing her pale face and indifferent expression. she looked regal, however the sinister look behind her eyes didn't go unnoticed by chan. her eyes snapped up at him, and the intensity they held made chan's blood run cold. he's seen the same look in her father's eyes countless times.
inyeong never left her kingdom with her father unless she absolutely needed to, so why was she here? why were they all here? what was this?
"so," chan's father started. "as you all know my first son will assume his role as king soon. as the ruler of this kingdom he will need a woman to rule beside him."
everyone at the table murmured in agreement, while chan quirked an eyebrow in confusion.
'why would my father bring this up now?' he thought.
"and at his age of 24 i think it's about time we continue this tradition. so with the blessing of me and king jiwoo, my son bang chan and his daughter hong inyeong will be married in 2 weeks time!"
chan's heart stopped. there was no way this could be happening. not with inyeong. chan's chest started to tighten as his eyes searched the table frantically, gauging the reactions of his table mates. to his surprise only he and felix seemed to be rocked by this news. even their mother seemed okay with this happening, and she wasn't really one for the royal traditions.
and yet, she knew. they all knew, except for him. he didn't even have a fucking choice in the matter.
chan's ear and face grew a bright red as anger started to rise in him. he gripped the armrests of his chair with such force that wood whined under his hands. if he squeezed any harder the wood snap, just like he was about to.
"hyung are you ok? your knuckles are turning white." felix whispered. chan turned to his brother and cocked his head.
"am i ok? am I ok?!" chan seethed. "of course I'm not okay! none of this shit is fucking ok!"
the other royals gasped at chan's outburst.
"chan, watch your mouth!" his father boomed.
"are you fucking kidding me?! I don't want this shit! I barely know inyeong and you want me to marry her for the sake of the kingdom! you didn't even give me a fucking choice, you decided just for me!" he yelled. "but fuck my opinions when it comes to your beloved traditions right?"
chan threw his chair back from the table and stood in an instant. he stormed out of the dining hall and straight to his quarters without another word. he couldn't be in there anymore. he couldn't be around them anymore; it was all too much.
crown prince! bang chan x palace gardener! reader.
1.2k words.
genres; fluff, angst, royalty au, best friends-to-lovers au!
rating; pg-13.
NOT PROOFREAD YET!! DONT MIND ANY ERRORS IMMA FIX IT LATER :/
warnings; none just cute bang chan :).
when chan started walking, he had no specific place in mind. he just let his feet carry him to wherever they wanted him to go. he really had no idea what he would do with the rest of his day, and yet, it was no surprise to him that he ended up at the entrance of the palace gardens. the garden was the only place where chan felt truly relaxed. and he had been itching to go back for a long time.
he pushed open the white wooden gate at the entrance and began his journey into the garden. it had been months since he'd actually been there inside but somehow it was the same as the last time he came there. the flowers were still as vibrant as ever. the morning dew seemed to make all the colors sparkle like gems in the morning sunlight.
everything from cherry blossoms to roses to sunflowers grew in the garden, and looking down from the balcony never really did them justice. they looked way more beautiful up close. a gentle breeze blew through the garden as well, wrapping chan in the sweet smell of the different flowers.
after so long, being in the garden again made chan feel like himself again. walking through the garden, took away any of the negative feelings he felt. it took away all the responsibilities and stress that came with being the crown prince. it felt nice to not feel like he was under constant pressure.
about halfway through the garden, chan veered off of the main path. he laid down in the grass with his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, basking in the sunlight. just as he did when he was younger.
he stayed there for a while, enjoying the quiet comfort of the world surrounding him, completely uninterrupted. he wished he could stay there forever. but when he heard footsteps crunch in the grass next to him, he knew his peace would soon be interrupted. chan sighed begrudgingly as the footsteps moved closer, keeping his eyes closed to hold on to whatever relaxation he had left. the footsteps came to a stop right next to chan’s head.
"channie? what are you doing here?"
chan's eyes snapped open after hearing that nickname. only one other person in the kingdom called him that. and his younger brother's voice was deeper than the one he just heard.
“y/n…” chan breathed.
"hi!"
"what are you doing here?"
y/n smiled and rolled her eyes at chan's question. "well… i work out here. what are you doing here, your highness?"
what was he doing there? chan couldn't remember. his mind went blank for a second. ever since he turned 20 chan's father kept him busy delegating with other kingdoms, working with merchants to devise new and more effective trade routes, and so many other things that he never had time to be with y/n. it had been so long since he'd been face-to-face with her. it was jarring.
she was different now, more mature, more graceful. but she still had that dazzling smile that made chan's heart skip a beat whenever he saw it. she was still as beautiful as ever to him. the way her eyes sparkled in the sunlight. the way her hair moves in the gentle breeze. the way-
"chan!" y/n called. "are you okay? you zoned out on me."
"oh uh sorry! I didn't mean to."
"it's ok." y/n set down her basket of hand-picked flowers on the ground before joining chan on the ground.
"so, what brings you out here?" y/n asked.
chan turned his eyes back up to the sky and sighed. "i just wanted to get away for a while."
"oh so the hard work of being the crown prince is getting to you?" y/n teased.
chan smiled and sat up to face y/n. "yes actually! it’s the worst."
"i bet it is, your highness."
chan pouted. "y/nie, you know i hate when you call me that!"
"i know but you know i don't listen! plus your face gets so cute and pouty when i call you that!!"
chan rolled his eyes at y/n's grinning face.
"ok servant," he deadpanned, his voice devoid of its usual warmth and kindness. "get on your knees and bow to me. grovel before your crown prince."
chan was kidding. of course he was kidding, he and his family have never treated their subjects or servants like that. however he couldn't help but laugh after seeing the surprise and slight fear cross y/n's face. she let out a small sigh of relief and slapped chan's arm lightly.
"don't do that!" she whined. "you know I can't tell when you're joking about that stuff."
this only made chan laugh even harder, finding humor in his best friend's annoyance. he fell back down on the grass clutching his stomach. and soon y/n joined in too. they continued to laugh together, so hard to the point that y/n's stomach started to cramp up and chan's voice grew hoarse.
it took a while for their laughter to die down, but when it did, the world around the two of them was silent again. they laid in the grass together staring up at the sky, just as they used to when they were younger.
and in that moment surrounded by the warm atmosphere of the garden, y/n felt a wave of feelings resurface. very strong feelings. feelings that she hadn't felt in years. she turned her head and looked over at chan. his eyes were trained on the sky. his eyes. they still held the same warmth as when they were kids. they were beautiful, he was beautiful. she couldn't stop herself from staring, from admiring him.
the morning continued to pass quickly for the two best friends. they spent most of the time catching up with each other or just talking about random things. the moment seemed to last forever, they wished it could last forever but sadly it was interrupted.
"your highness," mingyu called as he walked through the palace gardens. "are you out here?!"
chan sighed deeply. of course his time with y/n was coming to an end. he always had the most rotten luck, didn't he.
mingyu stopped in his tracks when he found chan and y/n together laying in the grass. he couldn't help but smile at how cute they looked, however the crown prince was needed elsewhere.
"what's wrong mingyu? everything okay?" y/n asked as she sat up in the grass.
"yeah everything's fine. chan is being summoned to the dining hall. the king has called a special midday meal with the visiting rulers and their families."
y/n turned to chan, grinning at the look of annoyance in his face.
"i guess the hardships of being crown prince are never-ending, aren't they?" y/n teased.
both she and mingyu giggled as chan groaned at her comment. he sluggishly lifted himself up off the ground and brushed himself off before helping y/n up as well.
"hopefully, i'll be able to come back later." chan whispered, still gripping y/n's hand in his.
"you better! i missed spending time with you!"
chan felt his heart flutter at those words, but it sank again at the thought of having to leave her. especially just eat with some scummy old men and their families. but it was what was asked of him, he needed to do it.
with one more longingly look at y/n, chan let mingyu pull him down the path and out of the garden, leaving behind what he truly cared about.
crown prince! bang chan x palace gardener! reader.
2.2k words
genres; fluff, angst, royalty au, best friends-to-lovers au!
rating; pg-13.
warnings; mentions of bad men, mentions of having a harem, mentions of beating/toture.
about 200 years ago, there was a war. a great, horrific war that brought devastation and bloodshed to the kingdom. that war was called the war of the Thunderous, a brutal 50 year battle between the Thunderous and the Strikers, fighting over who rightfully held claim to the land of the kingdom. thousands of people died, homes were destroyed, the land was starved of its resources. the Strikers had turned the once beautiful kingdom of the Thunderous into a barren, desolate wasteland. but from that despair and destruction, a man named Bang Gosang rose to power.
this man was at the front lines of the war. this man led every single attack against the Strikers. this man was the very first ruler of the Bang Dynasty. during his time as king, Gosang rebuilt the kingdom of the Thunderous to be even more prosperous and beautiful than before. he was a fair and just ruler, a kind man who was well-loved by his people. on the day that he died, every single person in the kingdom planted a seed in the ground and prayed, hoping that his soul would bless them with prosperity, the same prosperity that he brought back to the kingdom of the thunderous. this is what made gardens so important to the people of the Thunderous. they represent the growth and prosperity of the kingdom that was achieved by the Bang Dynasty, they represent the beauty of the thunderous. even now, generations later, people would still plant seeds in the ground when a woman gives birth to wish the new child a long and beautiful life that would flourish and prosper.
that’s what y/n’s mother would tell her when she was younger. they would sit in the palace gardens together and while y/n’s mother would gently pack dirt around one of the flower bushes, young 7-year-old y/n would always ask
“mommy why are gardens so important here?”.
a warm smile would always spread across her mother’s face as she would again explain why gardens were so important to the people of the thunderous. it made her happy to see how curious her daughter was about gardens and what each flower represented. it reminded her of when she was younger and she would ask her own mother the same thing. the love and connection to flowers and gardens seemed to run in y/n’s blood, her mother was practically raised in the palace gardens as well. her mother and her grandmother before her were also the palace gardener at one point.
a warm smile would always spread across her mother’s face as she would again explain why gardens were so important to the people of the thunderous. it made her happy to see how curious her daughter was about gardens and what each flower represented. it reminded her of when she was younger and she would ask her own mother the same thing. the love and connection to flowers and gardens seemed to run in y/n’s blood, her mother was practically raised in the palace gardens as well. her mother and her grandmother before her were also the palace gardener at one point.
a warm smile would always spread across her mother’s face as she would again explain why gardens were so important to the people of the thunderous. it made her happy to see how curious her daughter was about gardens and what each flower represented. it reminded her of when she was younger and she would ask her own mother the same thing. the love and connection to flowers and gardens seemed to run in y/n’s blood, her mother was practically raised in the palace gardens as well. her mother and her grandmother before her were also the palace gardener at one point.
sadly y/n ended up assuming the role of palace gardener rather early in life. her mother had died of a deadly illness when y/n was only 15 years old. that day was a very sad day in the kingdom. especially for the royal family. for the king had grown up with y/n's mother and the two young princes had been basically raised by her. but it was exceptionally harder on y/n.
for a time everything around her was dull and drained. the sky seemed to be a swirl of gloomy grays and the world seemed to be a beige mess to her. even the gardens seemed to mirror her feelings, the stems were drooping and unstable and the petals became pale and withered. during that time in y/n's life, the only times when the world seemed to be filled with color was when she was with the crown prince, chan.
whenever he came to visit her in the gardens it felt like a weight was lifted off of her shoulders. the air around her felt fresher, the sunlight felt warmer, all the colors looked brighter. whenever they talked y/n felt like she could be free, she felt like she could say anything to chan.
however now that y/n was 24, she's realized that there were just some things she couldn't admit to him, not without possibly embarrassing or disgracing herself anyways.
~~
chan stood out on his balcony staring at the sky. the sun was rising over the palace garden, making the flowers seem brighter. more lively, almost ethereal in the light of dawn. it was beautiful.
but what really caught his attention was the girl in the garden, tending to flowers and bushes. handling them with such care and love, she seemed to be glowing in the light as well. she always seemed to be glowing in chan's eyes. whenever he saw y/n, even when they were young, she had this energy, this aura about her that drew him to her, that made him fall in love with her.
being around y/n took away all of the worries chan had as the crown prince. it was always just him, y/n and the flowers around them. no pressure, no worries, just comfort. he missed moments like those so much, he itched to be with y/n, to smile and laugh with her, to finally tell her how he felt about her. but there were rules that had to be followed, traditions that needed to be upheld. now all he could do now was watch from his balcony. watch as y/n so gracefully moved through the garden, smiling at the flowers the way she smiled at all beautiful things.
"your highness," a voice called from inside of chan's room, snapping him out of his trance.
mingyu, chan's closest and most trusted manservant, stood in the balcony doorway, holding a new clean set of silk robes for chan to wear.
"it's almost time for your meeting with his majesty and the other rulers."
chan sighed deeply. he hated those meetings, it was just a bunch of very detestable older men discussing trivial problems instead of the important issues. anyone would hate those. but as the future king, chan was required to attend, because he might have to be taking over those meetings soon.
"ugh, I hate those meetings." chan groaned.
"i know you do, your highness." mingyu chuckled. "but you must be there, it's supposed to prepare you for becoming the next king."
chan wished he could stay out on his balcony for a while longer. to enjoy the peace, the breeze, the view, but he couldn't. it was time for him to fulfill his duty as crown prince. he took the robes out of mingyu’s hands and set them on his bed.
"promise you'll come with me?" chan asked mingyu, as he started to remove his shirt.
mingyu rolled his eyes but smiled warmly at the crown prince. “i don’t really have much of a choice, your highness. now come, let’s get you dressed.”
~~
after being served breakfast in his quarters and getting dressed, chan made his way to the throne room accompanied by mingyu. the hallways were bustling with other servants that morning. some rushed through the castle with baskets of laundry, others with fresh bed sheets to change the ones in the rooms, some with cleaning supplies. it was a bit chaotic to say the least.
"i assume that all these servants are to accommodate our guests this morning." chan stated.
"they are." mingyu answered. "they and their families will be staying in the castle for the next few days, so the castle needs to be in tip-top shape."
"that's unusual. they only ever stay here for a day before going back to their kingdoms."
"i know. it's a little bit strange but i'm sure the king has his reasons."
chan raised an eyebrow but kept his words to himself. he would just have to ask his father about it during dinner that night. hopefully, it wasn't anything serious.
"okay here we are." mingyu and chan stopped in front of the polished doors of the throne room. "i'll be right out here if you need anything. okay?"
chan nodded and gave one last look at mingyu before pushing open the heavy polished doors of the throne room.
"ahh he finally arrives!" chan's father bellowed with open arms. “i thought you had forgotten all about this.”
chan smiled at his father as he walked towards the table. "i’m sorry father. i meant to be here earlier, but i got a bit... distracted.”
“there’s no need to explain, my son. come join us."
chan walked towards the long wooden table in the middle of the room and took up residence in the seat right next to his father's throne.
in the other seats sat the rulers of 3 other neighboring kingdoms, each one more distasteful and horrible than the last. seated on the left side of chan’s father was son jinsang, king of the Josan kingdom. to some, he was known for his riches and the beauty of his kingdom, but to chan he was known as the scumbag with a harem of over 200 women, 50 of which had his children. the way he used his power to use women made chan's blood boil.
seated next to him was lee chinmae, king of the Sanyu kingdom. upon first glance he seemed like a pretty good king with good looks, but chan knew that behind his handsome face was a dirty man that was unloyal to his wife and family. chan never understood how you could betray a bond as strong as the one with your family but it seemed that king chinmae had no problem with it.
and seated right next to chan was the most heinous of them all, hong jiwoo, the king of the Yuhan kingdom. he pretended to be normal. he pretended to be a good person, a good king. but he was known across all kingdoms, for beating and torturing his servants for sport. he treated them as if they didn't have families, as if they were just animals to be used and hunted.
the way he smiled maliciously at the servants in the throne room made chan's skin crawl in disgust. he worried for any person that came across king jiwoo, he knew that that person would probably never be seen again.
“so what have i missed?” chan asked.
“ah not much,” king chinmae answered. “we had only been talking for a few minutes when you came in, even though you were a bit late.”
“again, i really do apologize for not being here earlier.”
“please! at your age with your good looks, i bet it was a woman keeping you from us!” king jinsang chuckled. “or if you’re like me, several women!”
chan’s ears reddened in embarrassment as the kings’ laughs boomed throughout the throne room. he did not leave the peace of his balcony just to be teased by 3 terrible old men and his father. however as disgusting as chan found jinsang, he had to admit that he was right. a woman was keeping him from them, just not in the way they thought.
“as humorous as that was, jinsang, i assure you that my son isn’t like that.”
“really?” king chinmae gasped. “look at him! do women not fall to his feet? i’m surprised he doesn’t have a harem yet! or even 1 concubine!”
chan’s face flushed even more as the other 4 men roared in laughter. to have 4 old men harp on him about his sex life, or lack thereof, was mortifying for chan. he wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole, but sadly he was stuck in there with them for another 2 hours.
after the 4 men finally calmed down, chan's father cleared his throat, grabbing their attention. "alright, enough chit-chat! let this meeting begin!" he bellowed.
~~
"so how was it?" mingyu asked as chan rushed out of the throne room.
"it was horrible! it was mortifying!" chan hissed.
mingyu rolled his eyes. he was already accustomed to the crown prince's dramatics when it came to these meetings. “oh come on, it couldn’t have been that bad, your highness.”
chan’s head snapped over to look at mingyu.
"not that bad? not that bad?! mingyu, they spent the first 10 minutes talking about my sex life! and the rest were just small trivial things like what color their throne rooms should be and how long it takes to travel here!"
mingyu's eyes widened as chan continued to rant about the meeting. he couldn't help but laugh at some parts, much to chan's dismay. however it did help him calm down a bit.
"ok so maybe it was that bad." mingyu laughed. "but at least it's over now and you have the rest of the day to yourself. why don't you go outside for a while? you've been cooped up in your quarters for weeks."
chan sighed as he stared out of one of the castle windows. maybe that was a good idea. it was beautiful outside and chan hadn't taken time to himself in what felt like an eternity.
"maybe you're right."
"of course i am. now i have to go help the kitchen servants so i must go. but seriously you should go enjoy the day."
mingyu patted chan on the back and said goodbye to him, leaving chan alone in the palace hallway.
'maybe i will take some time to myself.' chan thought. but what would he do with that time?
1) a very simple and genuine “i like your shoelaces”, which tells me that you are either a lesbian or a very cool ally
2) “i like your shoelaces” followed by the pronounced grimace of one recalling their past sins, which tells me that you were a 2012 tumblr user. i now hold the power in this conversation and you are at my mercy.
I understand it intellectually, but it still bewilders me on a spiritual level that people create separate tumblrs for obsessing over each specific interest, because I’m just here unendingly like BEHOLD, THE COLLAGE OF ME.
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