synopsis: alysa liu's playing monopoly with her girlriend and friends. she looses, badly, but her girlfriend wins thanks to her loss, and alysa's not exactly expecting money as payment....
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"I want to be the bank." You said, voice loud, a smile on your lips as you set up the fake bills by the side of the board.
"Fine plan." Isabeau spoke up in return, as she straightened the Monopoly cards.
"I'm really good at this, ya'll are gonna eat shit." Alysa said, grinning, hugging her knees and leaning her chin on them.
"Language." Isabeau spoke up, amused.
"And for the record, you're not gonna win." You said, tilting your head at Alysa.
She only smiled at you, and hummed absentmindedly. "Whatever, Cass."
"So, I say Cassidy starts, and then clockwise." Amber said, finally coming back from the kitchen, a bowl of popcorn in her hands as she sat down on the floor, next to Isabeau.
You didn't know how to read a clock. "Which way's that?"
"Towards the right." Isa said, amused.
"Which way's—"
"Me." Alysa interrupted, used to your antics.
"Fine fine, hand me the dice." You waved her off, tucking a strand of your bleached hair behind your ears.
Alysa shifted, gaze softening on you. "I feel like you need to dye your roots by now."
"Why?" You snorted, picking out the player piece you wanted. The bycicle, always the bycicle.
"They're dark again."
"Maybe I'll do red now." You grinned, giving her a glance.
"You would look hot in red." Amber said, as she threw a piece of popcorn in her mouth.
"Hey, five month girlfriend sitting right here." Alysa argued, suddenly sitting straighter. "But yes, Cassie, you would look gorgeous in red." She said, turning back to smirk at you.
"Can we please play?" Isabeau said, already exasperated.
You reached over for popcorn, throwing the dice whilst you moved.
"Six." You hummed, moving your piece, then throwing the dice again. "Two."
Just as Alysa moved to pick up the dice, she locked eyes with you, while she threw the dice.
That single look you'd shared so many game nights before crossed between you. A conversation without words itself.
Team up?
She seemed to ask.
Why not?
You'd always shoot back.
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"You two have got to be cheating!" Amber said, arms up in frustration as she once again lost a property to the bank, after loosing all her money.
"You don't have enough money to pay me rent." Alysa said, shrugging as she twirled the empty popcorn bowl in her hands.
"So to compromise, the bank's taking your Transilvania property, and giving it's worth in return to Alysa." You added, as if it were obvious.
"Oh yeah they're so cheating." Isabeau said, scoffing, arms crossed.
"Why would I want her to win?" You said, while simultanously, Alysa replied,
"I'd sell my organs before I let her win."
You two shared a look.
Oh really?
You seemed to ask.
Yes, maybe, wait no—
By the time Alysa had caught onto your skepticism, you'd already decided she wouldn't win.
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"You're giving her your get out of jail free card." Amber deadpanned.
"I am." You shrugged, handing Alysa the card as she moved out of the jail box.
"Is that even legal?" Isa groaned.
Alysa only smiled, setting the card down. "All is fair in love and war."
You smiled back. "You're quoting John Lyly."
"I am. You read it to me for some argumentative piece."
"I did." You hummed.
"They're so sweet," Isabeau whispered to Amber.
"They're a lying pair of cheaters, that's what they are." She hissed back.
But you loved game nights, you loved the stupid arguments, the thrill, the adrenaline...
So you kept on a small act.
Just enough for Alysa to keep helping you, so that she wouldn't notice how much you were winning, and how much she was loosing.
"You two have to be cheating." Isabeau said, calmer than Amber, who was now on her knees, staring at the board, her hands clasped in front of her.
"I'm telling you—" Amber spoke up, frustrated.
"How do you even cheat at Monopoly?" You snorted, rolling the dice again, getting your third six in a row.
"Oh yeah you're cheating." Alysa said, scoffing when she saw you move your piece again. The stupid, pretty, little rascal.
You laughed. "Guys, it's Monopoly! I just have good luck with throwing a dice."
"I'm not buying it." Isabeau sighed, leaning back.
You locked eyes with Alysa.
You still in?
Obvi.
She winked back.
Oh she was going down.
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"I quit." Amber finally relented, giving off her last property to the bank.
"I.... don't, yet, but my point of you cheating still stands." Isabeau said, rolling the dice.
"You're rich." Alysa suddenly noticed, looking over at your properties and your money.
"No I'm not." You said, laughing, trying to subtly cover the more than a couple 500's you had.
"You've so been swiping the bank." Amber said, gasping rather dramatically.
"No I haven't." You groaned.
"Let me be bank then! I'm not playing anymore." She said, grinning like a child with a lollipop.
"That seems fair." Alysa nodded.
"I'm in." Isabeau agreed, as she opened a pack of chocolate chip cookies.
You only sighed. "Fine by me."
But Alysa had thrown your partnership out the window.
You'd throw her out the building.
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"I'm broke." Isabeau groaned, leaning her head against the wall, closing her eyes like a Victorian actress.
"Isa, you're fine, take a loan." Amber waved it off, trying to get anyone to win except you.
"I can lend—" Alysa began.
"You owe the bank 40 and you have 15, and Isa owes 65." You deadpanned.
"So... we're all broke and in debt...." Isa said, eyes flickering open. "Except...."
All three of them turned to look back at you happily eating a chocolate chip cookie.
"Didn't we agree winner chooses the movie?" Amber whispered, voice lower.
"We did." Isa said.
"And I won." You smiled, dusting off your fingers.
"We're watching mean girls again." Alysa groaned.
Amber shook her head. "No surely she'll pick something else for once—"
"Please no not again—" Isabeau interrupted.
But you'd already gotten up, and picked up the remote. "I know right? She's a life ruiner, she ruins people's lives." You quoted, smiling.
"Please tell me that's another movie." Isa said, hopeful.
"No. That's Mean Girls." Alysa shook her head, softly. Because as annoyed as she was at having to see mean girls, again, she was happy. Her girlfriend was smiling. And seeing that was better than any movie anyone on the world could've ever chosen.
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You'd only gotten up for a minute, just to get water from the kitchen.
But Alysa had already trailed behind, arms around your waist. "Cassidy." She said, her voice low, a whisper into your ear.
"Yeah?"
"You made me lose, that was on purpose."
"It was."
"We're watching mean girls again because you made me lose."
"We are."
"I didn't charge you rent."
"You didn't— what?" You suddenly turned around, leaving the glass of water forgotten.
"You look so pretty when you're excited." She teased, smiling.
Your cheeks flushed. "Shut up Lysa, you let me win?"
"Eh, maybe." She shrugged.
"Why?"
"Maybe I knew I'd still get my payment?" She said, hands dropping to your hips with a suggestive smile.
"Payment." You repeated, cheeks still pink.
"The clean kind, pretty girl, relax." She laughed, pressing a soft peck to your cheek.
"What do you want?"
"I want my gorgeous, possibly redhead in the future, smart as fuck, pretty girlfriend to kiss me." Alysa said, her voice clear, no stutter, despite her words.
"Mhm, I think I could maybe splurge on that." You said, tilting your head in return.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, maybe." You teased, arms around her neck now.
Alysa ducked her head, meeting your lips with a soft whisper, her handa soft on your waist as well.
"Kiss me like I let you win monopoly."
/justagirl: guys another request down!! hopefully i can get more out soon, hope you liked it, i'd kill for an tall!alysa who bends down and asks for kisses..... no seriously i think i would.... jk... maybe not jk?
synopsis: you've been alysa's celebrity crush since your debut, and you two "happen" to cross paths at the AMAs ( part one )
pairing: olympian!older!alysa x katseye’s 7th member!reader
w.c: 3.1k
contains: tooth rotting flufffff | use of y/n (SORRYYUUUHH)
kk here: chromed out alysa can ruin my life and id thank her part one | part two not proofread
Alysa anxiously checked her makeup for the millionth time with her phone’s front camera in the Uber. She was on her way to the American Music Awards, twitching to bite her nails, leg shaking in nervousness. She knew you would be there with Prada.
Since KATSEYE was announced in 2023, Alysa had been embarrassingly obsessed with you. Even her Olympics leotard was inspired by your outfit in the Debut MV.
Unfortunately, she had never had the opportunity to see you up close, so this might be the first and only time she’d ever be able to come in close contact with you.
When KATSEYE debuted in 2024, you were only 15 and Alysa was 18. She hadn’t planned on stanning you because you were a minor, but she found herself slowly falling for your charms. She didn’t like you in a parasocial way. She just had your picture as her phone wallpaper and watched your fancams in her free time.
She had been to the Beautiful Chaos tour in December 2025 in Los Angeles. However, she could only get tickets for the second floor, so she could barely see you. She cried at the concert anyway.
Finally, her Uber stopped. Then, the flash of cameras nearly blinded her. She flinched, and then regained her composure, smiling for the cameras.
Eventually, she steps into the room and immediately gets pulled away to take pictures. Afterwards, she was pulled away again backstage to prepare herself for the prize presentation.
A strict-looking woman with a slick back walked over to her. “Alysa Liu?”
“Uh, yeah, yeah. That’s me.” Alysa spun around to talk to her.
“You will be presenting the prize for…” She ran a finger down her clipboard. “…New Artist of the Year. You can only see the winner when it’s time to present the award. The nominees are Olivia Dean, The Marías, Addison Rae, sombr, Lean Thomas, Alex Warren, Lola Young… and Katseye.”
Alysa’s heart skipped a beat when she heard your group, nodding. “Okay. Got it.” She took the envelope from the woman, carefully putting it into her pocket.
As she waited, she struck up a conversation with Anthony Ramos. Awkward, but better than just silence. After what felt like an eternity, it was finally Alysa’s time to announce the winner of New Artist of the Year.
She walked on stage with her practised confident smile, taking the stage and putting down the award on the lectern.
“And the winner for the Best Female K-Pop Artist is…” Alysa opened the envelope, pulling out the piece of paper. “KATSEYE!”
The camera switched to your group’s face. You stood up first as the leader, leading the rest to the stage to collect the award.
You then presented the winning speech.
“This is so insane, there’s so much I wanna say but there’s not enough time so I’ll keep this short. Thank you to our Eyekons, we could not be here without you guys. Thank you to everyone who’s ever supported us before, even if you’ve only streamed our song once or twice. Especially thank you LE SSERAFIM and ILLIT sunbaenim for inspiring us, we love you so much. We haven’t debuted for too long but we already have an American Music Award, and that’s just so so so unreal. We hope our music keeps inspiring everyone and we’ll keep representing our culture. Once again, thank you eyekons, and we are KATSEYE!”
Alysa couldn’t keep her gaze off of you. To the naked eye, she was just being polite. In reality, she was taking you in, admiring how good you looked even under the harsh stage lights.
You then smiled and bowed to Alysa, hugging her with one arm, and her heart nearly stopped beating.
You got off stage, and Alysa retreated backstage as well.
The rest of the ceremony flew by but Alysa was in a state of shock for the whole time. The fact that you, her bias, had smiled at her and hugged her was so unbelievable that she just couldn’t process it. She had expected a glance, maybe even a nod, but definitely not direct interaction.
Later, it was time for everyone to walk around and congratulate each other. Alysa was just wandering pointlessly, looking around and exploring the venue. When all of a sudden, a hand tapped her back and she heard a very familiar voice. “Hey, you’re Alysa Liu, right?”
Alysa has never turned around faster in her life. There you were, right in front of her. You were alone, but you looked even better close up, in real life.
She almost forgets to speak for a split second. “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”
“You’re kinda hard to miss, striped hair and all. I kinda wanna dye mine a similar style.”
Alysa’s hand went up to her hair. “You totally should, you would look amazing.”
“You think?”
“Mhm.” Alysa bit her tongue to stop herself from saying “you’d look good with anything.”
“This is your first time at the American Music Awards, right?”
“Yeah. Kinda surprised I even got invited, to be honest. I don’t have a lot to do with music.”
“I mean, your performance for the Exhibition Gala at the Olympics did go really viral. I can’t seem to avoid it.”
“You’ve seen it?” Alysa tilted her head, surprised.
“Who hasn’t? It’s everywhere.”
“I mean, yeah, that’s true I guess.”
Then, a photographer walked up, asking to take pictures. Alysa felt a little disappointed until she heard you say, “Do you mind if I get a picture of the two of us?”
“You don’t mind? Right?” Alysa shook her head no. The photographer agreed, leading the two of you to the curtains.
After taking the photos, you thanked Alysa and hugged her, and then kept taking individual photos.
On the Uber back to her place, she finds herself searching you up on Instagram. Your account pops up from the first letter of your username.
She keeps it open for a few moments, just soaking in all of your posts. She refreshed the page and saw that your following count had gone up by one. Curious, she clicked into your followings, and her jaw nearly dislocated when she saw that you had started following her.
She checked your shared activity
y/n followed you in May 2026
You followed y/n in Nov 2023
“Holy shit.” She muttered, taking a screenshot, sending it into the group chat with Amber and Isabeau.
alysa: [ 1 attachment ]
alysa: GUYS????
amber: are we serious
isabeau: ?????? is this ai
alysa: omg go kys
But Alysa was smiling so hard that her face hurt.
You two texted to and from, Alysa oversharing and you matching her energy. You were surprisingly funnier than she’d expected, making her laugh even over text.
Two days later, she saw that you had posted an AMAS photo dump.
y/n BUY ME PRADA
styled by @katieqian my girl 🤍
thank you @prada @amas
She liked it immediately, then scrolled through the photos. You looked breathtaking as usual, but the one that really caught her eye was the fifth picture.
It was the candid one that the photographer had taken when you hugged her goodbye.
Her. In your Instagram post. Your post.
She hesitates for a moment, and then she types a comment
alysaxliu: power duo
She checked her DMs hopefully, and sure enough, you had sent two messages.
y/n: hey !! here’s the pics from the amas if you wanted to post any 🤍
y/n: [ three attachments ]
Alysa saved them immediately, liking them.
She typed a response, deleted it, typed another, and deleted it again. She then settled on a response.
alysaxliu: thank you!! i’ll def be posting them, they look amazing.
alysaxliu: btw, i saw your post
alysaxliu: thank you for including me
Her heart flipped in her chest seeing you start typing.
y/n: ofc
y/n: they look unreal
y/n: i saw your comment btw
y/n: might have something to do with you being in the pic
alysaxliu: just u
You liked her reply with a “🤍” and didn’t reply further.
Alysa smiled into her pillow. If anyone had told her three years ago, that she’d be casually texting you, she’d call them crazy and delusional.
The next day, she posted her pics, with only one picture with another person, and that was you. The rest were just individual photos.
You reposted it to your story, and it wasn’t long until the comments rolled in.
y/nism: im starting a rumour
y/nfineshyt: they’re so cute tgt ong
y/nallaroundtheworld: oh how i love this duo
Alysa stared at her phone for a while, then decided to text you.
alysaxliu: wanna grab coffee tgt sometime?
What if you rejected her?
What if you thought she was weird?
What if you-
y/n: sure !! when where?
Holy fucking shit.
alysaxliu: anytime is fine with me
y/n: well it’s not good for me to be seen out in public with someone not in the kpop industry
y/n: maybe i can come over or you can come over to my apartment? i can order some food and stuff.
alysaxliu: i can come over, where’s your apartment?
y/n: [ Google Maps link ]
alysaxliu: tmr, 5 pm okay with you?
y/n: see u then
That day, Alysa spent half an hour picking out the perfect outfit, and an hour perfecting her makeup and hair.
She took the elevator down to her apartment lobby, getting into an Uber since there wasn’t free parking near your place. It was some high-end apartment complex that Alysa won’t ever even dream about living in. The drive there took roughly an hour.
Her heart nearly stopped when she stepped out and saw you.
“Hey.” You smiled, taking her hand. “They won’t let you in if they don’t recognise you.
“H- hey.” Alysa blushed from her stutter and your hand in hers.
She followed you into the escalator, taking it up to your floor.
You made her take off her shoes before entering, her jaw nearly dropping when she saw your place. It wasn’t really minimalist, but not too over the top as well.
You ordered takeout, refused to let Alysa pay you back, and ate while talking about everything under the moon. Mainly it was you who talked and Alysa who listened while staring at you, mesmerised.
“I noticed that you’ve been following me since 2023.” You brought it up casually. Alysa nearly chokes on her Coke. “Are you a pre-debut fan of Katseye?”
“Uh, yeah.” She smiled sheepishly. “Caught in 4k I guess.”
“Well, it’s an honour to know that the Alysa Liu is an Eyekon.”
“Are you kidding? I can’t even believe that you know I exist?”
“You’re an Olympian, Alysa.”
“Okay, but you’re y/n.”
After finishing your food, you invited Alysa to check out your room. “It’s nothing like the rest of my house, you wouldn’t believe it.”
She had doubts when you said that, but when she walked in, she was proven wrong.
Your entire room smelled faintly of vanilla and was filled with posters of bands, Marvel, and a bunch of fandoms that she wasn’t a part of. A fourth of your room was empty, the very front had a floor-to-ceiling mirror and had wood flooring instead of a white carpet. You had a queen-sized bed tucked into the corner, a beanbag and a walk-in closet.
“So that’s where I practice alone.” You pointed at the wood floor. “And that’s where I become a chud.” You pointed at your bed. It was filled almost a third of the way with plushies, the sheets unmade and messy.
Alysa eventually loosened up and ended up on the beanbag while you lay in your bed, head on her shoulder, both of you doomscrolling. You were so close that she could smell the scent of apple in your hair and you could hear her heartbeat going five hundred miles an hour.
“I have practice in like, an hour.” You suddenly spoke up while later, breaking the silence. “I’ll still text you though.”
“Oh, okay, that’s fine.” Alysa tried to hide her disappointment. She wanted to soak in your presence for a little longer, but knew you had more important matters to deal with.
You went over to your closet, picking out a loose shirt that said “IDGAF” in bold red print and a pair of grey sweats, closing the closet door to change.
“You like this outfit?” You stepped out of the closet, fully dressed.
Alysa looked up, nodding.
She called an Uber and you went down to the parking lot, waving her goodbye.
At HYBE, you met up with Lara and Yoonchae, and waited for Daniela, Megan and Sophia to show up. Using that time, you texted Alysa.
y/n: u got home safe?
alysaxliu: yes lol, thx
alysaxliu: u at hybe?
y/n: yup lol, waiting for the rest to show up
alysaxliu: whatchu going tdy?
y/n: nothing special, just filming a dance practice.
alysaxliu: be careful
You reacted “🤍” to her message
y/n: gotta go, they’re all here
alysaxliu: okayy
You smiled at your phone before putting it into your bag
“Girl you’re never this happy before practice, who are you texting? Must be a miracle worker.” Daniela side-eyed you suspiciously
“Nobody.” You replied, a little too fast.
After practice, you and Yoonchae were getting to your cars before getting caught by sasaeng fans. One of them was trying to hug you, and you hugged her back. Yoonchae meanwhile, ignored the camera filming her, trying to hide.
You finally managed to get rid of them, and Yoonchae huffed. “You’re too nice to turn, rewarding their bad behaviour. You need to stand up for yourself.”
You simply shrugged. “I mean, I don’t like sasaengs, but they’re still Eyekons, so I still kind of appreciate them.”
She rolled her eyes, but didn’t push it further.
Alysa was in her dorm, scrolling on Twitter when she saw the video.
“ KATSEYE Y/N AND YOONCHAE spotted after practice “
The video showed the sasaengs surrounding you, filming you and hugging you. You were clearly overwhelmed, yet still entertaining them.
She immediately texted you.
alysaxliu: hey i js saw the video
alysaxliu: u good?
y/n: yeah lmao
y/n: i love my eyekons
alysaxliu: okay, stay safe alr?
y/n: okay cutie
Alysa nearly drops her phone on her face.
alysaxliu: look who’s talking
After a few months of subtly flirting back and forth, you and she are comfortable enough to lie together in bed together.
To be honest, you still affected Alysa the way you had affected her back in May. It still felt unreal when she had your arms wrapped around her in her dorm bed. But now she’s much more comfortable with you, not as tense.
Somewhere along the way, you had become reliant on Alysa. She had been the one to support you after every hard practice, every mistake, every meltdown.
The first kiss was sudden and unexpected. You were cooking in your apartment, and Alysa was sitting on the kitchen counter. She was just looking at you, studying the way you moved.
“Taste the soup.” You held the spoon to her lips, snapping her out of her daze.
“Huh? Oh.” She sipped it, nodding in approval. “Tastes good.”
Neither of you moved for a moment, her eyes following you for a second too long.
You went back to the stove and continued stirring the soup. Alysa got off the countertop, leaning next to you.
“You’re good at this.” She tentatively tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear.
“You think?”
“Mhm.”
Alysa moved closer, wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you to her side.
You looked up at her, smiling, spoon still in hand. Alysa cupped your face, leaning in close enough to smell that apple flavour in your hair that she loved. She gave you enough time to pull away if you wanted to. When you didn’t, she pulled you in to press her lips against yours.
It was soft, everything that Alysa had ever dreamed of. Your reaction was buffered for a second before you kissed her back.
She pulled away first, burying her face in your neck, her breathing heavy and unstable.
“I can’t believe I just did that.” She breathed out, lifting her head from your shoulder.
“And I can’t believe you just did that.” You laughed.
“No like, three years ago I was sure you’d never know I even existed and now I’m in your apartment and I just-“
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” You cupped her cheek and pressed a short kiss to the corner of her lips.
“So, I’ll take it as you like me too?”
“Yes I do, Alysa, I like you a lot.”
“Does it mean I can kiss you again?”
You kissed her cheek. “Yes, it does, silly. As many times as you want.”
You were constantly busy, but you still managed to make time for Alysa. You started going to practice in her clothes, going to her place instead of your own after practice.
Alysa discovered that you were actually a pretty clingy girlfriend. You needed constant attention, and it was practically impossible to pry you off after a rough day.
Every night, she found herself lying next to you, arm around your waist, your leg thrown over hers. You would be in her clothes, and occasionally press a kiss to her cheek, and she would blush every time.
You practically lived at her apartment, but Alysa wasn’t complaining. It was every Eyekon’s dream- to have their bias in their arms every night.
You did end up dying your hair like Alysa’s for the iconic by mistake music video. You dyed it the opposite of how she did, so it was more matching than the same.
Once, you were looking for her portable charger when you came across something that looked like a photo book. Curiosity took over you, and you opened it. You were met with your face. You flicked through the pages. It was filled with every photocard of yours, every single one since your debut.
“Alysa?” You called out, still looking through the binder.
When she opened the door and saw you holding it, her first reaction was denial.
“I-“ She started, but you cut her off.
“Didn’t know you were such a big fan of me.”
“This is so embarrassing.”
“It’s cute.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“No, I’m serious. It’s cute.”
You kissed her neck, and muttered, “Everything you do is cute.”
ask: i read the princess au and i LOVED it. i would love to see a oneshot or similar of alysa and reader having a really tense friendship after reader gets married where eventually they say fuck it and run away together or something, or they sneak around to see eachother.
author's note: hiiii! okay so i absolutely love writing fantasy au and got this request so like yes yes yes!!!!! here's the first part if you haven't read it already!! i hope you enjoy! also i am slowly putting out the fics i wrote while i was on a little hiatus and am going through my inbox now, i love all your ideas and i plan to write more tomorrow!!! reqs are open!
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✶ You see her from across the room, but her eyes don’t lock with yours- they can’t lock with yours. You know what could happen if someone even suspects you together. Quickly, you draw your attention back to the small radius around you.
Your husband stands nearby, engaging in conversation with a duke, you primmley hold onto his arm, trying your best to look interested, smiling graciously at the man’s wife. She smiles grimly back, doing a terrible job at hiding her distaste. She doesn’t come from a very allied kingdom, so it’s hard for some wives to find common ground with others. Women like her are what make it hard for you to pretend.
Quickly after you got married, your father had died, leaving you and your husband the first in line for the throne. Being queen has come with its perks, as well as its duties. Specifically, baby duties. Ah, the long-overdue present the kingdom had been expecting for years now, but it’s something you’d been holding off on. Yes, you performed the proper marital ceremonies with your husband as often as he pleased, but it was certainly not enjoyable for you, and you’d gone through all measures to prevent any sort of offspring resulting from these duties. For one reason only.
Again, her eyes catch yours from across the crowd, but you can see the walls she puts up between you. Pretending is the only thing you can do to protect yourselves. It’s been years since you’d last seen Princess Alysa in public without having to act like she doesn’t know you deeper than anyone.
Your most recent conversation in front of people had been at the opening of an orphanage in town. The two of you had been seated next to each other on a podium, mere inches apart as you adequately engaged in a conversation like you hadn’t been under her skirts the night before.
It had been incredibly hard to hide your relationship. No one knew, not even your ladies-in-waiting had the slightest idea of any goings on between the castles.
✶ “Are you sure no one saw?” You giggle, whispering with your back pressed tightly against the huge wooden doors of the Princesses’ chambers.
She’s shorter than you, but still, her chest is heaving against your own, your faces inches apart with matching grins. “I don’t think,”
You can practically taste her already from the proximity, her scent engulfing you as she wraps her hands around your neck, her fingers falling into the little whisps of hair at the nape.
“You looked so pretty last night,” She breathes, her gaze moving from your eyes to your mouth and back up again.
A groan spills up as you recall her dress from the previous night. God, it was revealing. Her breasts looked so fucking amazing, all pushed up and out from the corset, with her cheeks tinted pink in the low lighting of your ballroom. “I beg to differ, you should’ve seen yourself,”
“It was really hard not being able to talk to you, like harder than most nights,”
“It was super hard not to stare at your boobs.”
A blush creeps onto her cheeks as she buries her face into your neck. “Shut up,”
With your hands on her shoulders, you pull her away, your eyes meeting now. Finally. “Well, you look pretty now, too.”
She brings her hand up to cup your cheek. “You look gorgeous,”
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“Have you ever thought about running away?” Bare, you lie sprawled out on her bed together, your chests heaving as you gaze at the ceiling.
“Together?” You glance to the side at her. You had thought about it, just not seriously.
“Yeah, like leaving our husbands,”
Snorting, you just shake your head. “The king would kill me,”
“We would probably be wanted,” She shrugs. “But it would just be us.”
“And we wouldn’t have to hide,”
Turning your heads, your eyes meet, looking deep into the other. “Alysa,”
“Yeah?”
“Are you serious?”
“I mean, I’ve thought about it.” Again, she shrugs, pretending to act nonchalant, but her racing heart says otherwise.
✶ “This feels like the first night meeting!” You giggle, your arms wrapped tightly around her torso as she urges the horse on, forcing it faster and faster until the trees are blurring past you.
“This feels illegal,”
Everything is funny right now, so again, you giggle, happy to have the freedom to giggle with her. “Well, it is,”
You made the plan weeks ago, tonight you executed it, and so far, so good. With your bags packed and slung across your back, you race through the trees on horseback, escaping the confinement.
Really, the only plans you made were to leave; the rest is to figure out, and that you plan to do. You know it won’t be as comfortable and lavish as your life at the castle was, but it’s together, and that’s honestly all that matters.
Eventually, you make it to a small clearing, days away from the castle, with small breaks to sleep. It’s bright with flowers and hedges surrounding the clearing, blocking it from view of any passersby. It’s perfect. Dropping off the horse, you center yourself in the middle, looking up to the sky, the trees parting just enough. It’s beautiful.
Throughout the next few weeks, the two of you will conceive a small cottage. Poorly built, yes, but home. It’s amazing how quick you went through with it, spending nights in a small tent and camp set up next to the small wooden structure.
✶ The years passed by long and plentiful, berries were harvested and meat collected, and slowly a garden bloomed to the right of your small kitchen window (with no glass lol). And of course, the cottage grew steadily, becoming far from the fragile structure you started with.
The pair of you fell into a steady rhythm of a routine, dinner at night, and the day spent crafting… or making love, whatever you preferred that morning. It’s simple and definitely the life you wanted.
