#kwangyu

[memeteenquotes]

mingyu: i accidentally wore my contacts to bed. sometimes i think i’m stupid

seungkwan: don’t worry. i do that all the time

mingyu: wear your contacts to bed?

seungkwan: no. think you’re stupid

[merakifi]

[gyukwan] reign and still

(a/n: back at it again w the random gyukwan drabbles bc i felt like it, dw theres no abo dynamics, just supernatural stuff)

The dinner is extremely tense. The werewolf and pixie races trying to form an alliance through the marriage of both princes of kingdoms was an absolutely absurd idea, but both reigning seats of power from both sides had deemed it fit. Cross-race relationships weren’t unheard of, but they were certainly strange. Most races used their human form anyway, since the human world was, surprisingly, more efficient than the supernatural. The supernatural world was slowly fading from existence, only hanging on by the belief of the lesser and lesser number of pure-blooded humans in them. Ghosts and spirits had no problem, but what about the dwarves, the mermaids, and the sprites? Not to mention, the pixies, the elves, and countless more others.

“You know,” Boo Seungkwan, second in line for the pixie throne, says with narrow eyes. He picks at his dinner-- freshly baked slices of wheat bread, cream cheese, and an assortment of various fruits. On his right, a wine glass of nectar drizzled with sweet tree sap was prepared for the prince. “I still don’t quite understand the need from the werewolves and pixies to team up. Much less, with a marriage, of all things.”

Kim Mingyu, son of the main alpha of their pack, takes a bite from his disgusting bloody steak, patting his mouth clean with a table napkin after. “The witches are starting an uprising again, didn’t you know? They destroyed our city, our home. Werewolves needed reinforcements. Allies.”

“And my father agreed..” Seungkwan asks himself, baffled. Fighting against wizards..? From the sound of it, it was already a losing battle. “Well, anyways. I suppose I should let you know that I would be anywhere but here right now. This arranged marriage is still tentative--”

“They’ve agreed on it already, whether we like it or not.” the other prince grumbled, after sipping on his Pepsi. “and don’t go thinking I’d love to be in this situation now either. I’m only doing this for my pack.”

Seungkwan’s face falls, “I.. have to live with this disgusting wet dog smell for the rest of my life?”

“Wait, that’s what you’re worried about?!” Mingyu indignantly asks, glaring at him. 

(a/n: too tired to continue,, worldbuilding is hardddd,,, actually this isnt even gyukwan HAHAHA,, it was supposed to be some kind of hate to love trope but if anyone ends up liking this, id probs make a continuation hue)