Warnings: mentions of murder, blood, yandere behaviour. if I missed anything please let me know.
Genres: yandere, romance, Royal!Au, Isekai
Seven men lined up before the emperor, all dressed in materials worth more than the life of most others in the room. They were attractive, standing out like a sore thumb. Despite the sheen of sweat coating their faces and their messy hair, they still were stunning. They had all spent their early morning training, only taking a break after they were all called to meet their father.
The princes tended to avoid their father, they found him to be too cocky, he clearly believed himself to be a God among humans-- even if he hadn’t been born into royalty. Their father, Emperor Munpyo, had been born a poor farmer on the outskirts of their nation, he always believed himself be destined for a better life. It didn't happen quick enough, so he took his fate into his own hands.
“I was just like you all when I was younger,” The emperor hummed fondly. “Running amok, terrorising my neighbours.” A wisp of a smile ghosting his lips at old memories. His fond remembrance didn't last long before his features hardened once more, his gaze running along the line of his sons. “But you are sons of the Emperor, we have the public's eyes on us-- especially on the seven of you!” His voice boomed, making his sons wince.
“I cannot afford to lose all my hard work,” He sneered. “You are all replaceable, remember this.”
The princes scowled, nodding limply as they bowed their heads in apology. Usually the Emperor didn’t care to involve himself in his sons affairs, he let them do as they pleased, just as he would. After his wife's favourite Lady-in-waiting was found dead, and now his favourite butler, he had decided to step in. Honestly, he didn’t care too much about the glorified maid, she irked him anyway. But his butler? That's where he drew the line. He didn't like his things ruined.
His sons had been out of control for sometime now. By the time each of them hit their teen years a sudden wave of sadistic energy took over. Not to say they were angelic children, they had always been awful. They just seemed to be getting worse as the days went on. And sure, maybe the Emperor should have stepped in, tried to set them straight, but he was just far too busy, and besides, that was why he hired the nannies. It wasn’t his job. He blamed those old hags for how his boys turned out.
“I have decided, I will find you all brides. I want you all married by the end of this year,” he informed his sons. “It settled me, I’m sure it’ll do the same for you all.” He finished confidently.
“Father, this is so drastic--”
“My decision is final, Namjoon. A ball will be held at the end of the week for you all to be introduced to possible suitors.”
After the meeting with their father, most of the princes retreated to their rooms. The youngest three had decided to go back to training. Jeongguk was hoping to be involved in any possible wars, maybe even lead his own battalion if he could prove himself. But for now, he settled on practice. Practicing until his limbs were numb and limp. Until he was better than his brothers combined.
“Hyung isn’t happy about the death of that old guy.” Jeongguk warned his older brothers, one eye shut while the other squinted. His arm drawn back, trying to perfect his aim.
Archery wasn’t his personal favourite, but his father insisted on all his sons being well-rounded. He had heard Namjoon’s booming voice that morning, asking where everyone was, so Jeongguk had taken that as his que to leave before being interrogated. His plan had worked then, but then their father had called a meeting. He was sure that Namjoon knew where to find them, he had just hoped he would be too angry to bother. Yet now he could see the middle son storming through the yard, rage etched into his face.
“Idiots, all three of you!” Namjoon hissed, pointing at the three younger men. “It’s your fault!”
“We were just having fun, it’s not our fault he died.” Jimin shrugged, the sound of metal on metal ringing throughout the training yard.
“Besides, he was a thief. Father would have done the exact same thing.” Taehyung added, his eyes narrowing as Jimin’s blade narrowly missed his face.
“Watch out idiot, you almost damaged my beauty!” The taller of the two hissed, swinging the thin sword at Jimin’s face. The shorter man narrowly dodged his brother's swing.
“Oh please, it was damaged the day you were born!” He taunted making the other snarl. “Now focus before I do some real damage.”
Namjoon groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. How his brothers were so unbothered by their fathers decision was beyond him. He personally had no intentions of marrying, as long as he had women around he had no need to settle. Besides, the man they had killed wasn't just a butler, but their fathers trusted messenger.
“That was fathers favourite butler, you couldn’t have, oh I don’t know, amputated another fucking person, someone he wouldn’t have noticed?” He groaned, wanting nothing more than to rip the swords out of their hands and start swinging at the fools.
Jeongguk rolled at the bickering, stomping over to the target. He tugged out the arrows, turning on his heel to watch his older brothers practice their ‘technique’. They were all gifted swordsmen, but the two often fooled around more than they actually trained and now had to be supervised by the youngest of the seven. Which, in Jeongguk’s opinion was ridiculous, he was constantly reminded that he had no authority over anyone-- or well, at least not his brothers. Nobody listened to him.
“I didn’t even do anything.” Jeongguk huffed in defence, arms crossing over his chest. He was sick of being blamed for his brothers mistakes.
Namjoon shot him a glare, making the younger shrink back. If there was one brother Jeongguk was truly afraid of, it was him. Namjoon was too smart for his own good, it seemed like he knew everything about anything, except how to control his moods.
“Don’t be a kiss-ass Gukkie.” Taehyung scoffed, his eyes still glued to Jimin who seemed to be trying to decapitate the him.
Hanging up his equipment Jeongguk adjusted the material around his forehead before announcing he was leaving, but Namjoon too busy yelling at the two to listen to him, and the two were too engrossed in trying to cut each other apart they didn’t hear, or more likely, didn't care. He knew by the time it came to dinner the two would be bloody and bruised.
//present day//
Exhausted was an understatement. You wanted sleep, you needed food, and you needed your home. But home for you was the backseat of your shitty car.
You were almost a month behind on your phone bills, your employer was a dodgy old woman who was happy to take her sweet time to pay you, often guilting you to put off giving you a cheque. You couldn’t even afford a room at a residence, you hadn’t been paid in a month, and your savings had been bled dry. You were completely broke, and alone.
How pathetic.
You had spent your days looking for work, applying for every place you passed by. And as night pulled in and your hunger had reached a new level of painful, you finally felt defeated for the day.
This city had won, it had chewed you up and spat you out.
You had moped back to your car, having scored yourself expired food that a convenience store was about to toss into the trash. They had clearly pitied you, agreeing to give you the packaged food, they didn’t even charge you for it. You had almost skipped to your car before realising the food was far more expired than you had anticipated-- but food was food at this point.
You had driven out of the city, back to the small camping ground you had set up as home. You were thankful that it was empty-- nobody was camping this time of year, winter wasn’t exactly prime camping time, even if you were camping in your car. The emptiness saved you the embarrassment. A jobless, homeless dropout.
What would your mother say if she saw you now?
You inhaled your dinner, ignoring the off taste, chasing it down with water. You had parked yourself close to the public bathrooms saving yourself a hike there and back. Grabbing your change of clothes and towel, keeping your feet covered with your slippers, you weren’t going to risk foot fungus, but at this point luck was clearly not on your side.
After a barely heated shower, you stood in your warmest PJ’s, eyes narrowed in on your reflection as you abused your poor gums. You had an awful habit of brushing your teeth too aggressively, you didn't feel clean otherwise.
Perhaps, for once, your mother had been right. You remember her always being in your ear as a child. Telling you to marry young, find a rich man-- a doctor, or maybe a lawyer! A CEO would be the best choice, she would always mumble. You’d live easy, no worries. He would provide you with every comfort you needed, and you could take care of her too. You had always promised her you would take the best care of her. She would laugh, and with heavy sarcasm agree, “of course you will honey.”
You got older. You wanted to fend for yourself, you didn’t need, nor want, a husband to wait on. You wanted to earn your own money, become a doctor and look after your family by yourself-- not because of some man. You could achieve anything a man could, why was your mother so insistent on you relying on them?
Maybe she knew you were going to fail. You failed your first semester, had a mental breakdown and dropped out. You regretted it, you wished you had kept trying, and now you were stuck looking for jobs you’d hate because you couldn’t be picky, and hating every waking moment of it.
You sighed, spitting into the sink before rinsing. “I hate when that woman is right.”
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A/N: it’s not as long as I would have liked it to be, but it’s just a quick beginning so we can get into the drama! Tags are open. Feedback is appreciated greatly 💕 thank you for reading
⚜ S O L A R I S ⚜
➺ You didn’t mean to fall in love with the crown prince, it just… all happened.
But if you had a choice, you’d do it all over again.
Next: CHAPTER 7
Pairing: Princes!Reader x Prince!Bts {no official pairing yet}
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Eventually smut
Warning: none
Summary:
A total of 6 princes, 20 dates and eventually a husband. That’s doesn’t sound to bad right? I mean what can go wrong besides like, everything.
“In short, it’s all father his fault. He knows the kingdoms are all on the edge and though no kingdom will admit it, they all think war is the only solution and then he heard of a treaty between 2 northern kingdoms. He managed to figure out how they did and when he heard that they basically just married their children off, he was delighted.” He looked at you apologetically. “At first, he just wanted to marry you off to the Park prince. Mother was the one who decided to let you choose yourself. It seemed like she did it for you, but after today I feel like she wants to have a say in it as well.” That’s when you turned around, leaving your brother standing there in the hallway, not being able to listen to him any longer.
Here’s my second story I’m really excited about! this one will probably be uploaded first due to already having finished chapter 1 and half of chapter 2!
namjoon is a scholarly prince, always reading reading reading and has a stack of books by his nightstand or on the ground
every morning he nearly trips over the encyclopedia set of philosophy on the ground next to his bed
gets to lessons right on time but they always go overtime bc he wants to learn more about the world
annoys his tutors by asking too many questions, so they give him their supplies and help guide him to other resources
he’s just prolonging his studies bc he doesn’t want to attend dance lessons, where his clumsy feet always get the best of him
will read books and books about dancing late at night but for some reason they don’t translate to his body
hates horseback riding
talks to the castle staff with respect and proper honorifics
is on his parent’s court of advisors, who treat him just the same even though he’s the youngest there
he likes going to public events and is usually called upon for a speech
very diplomatic and proper, some of the younger castle staff members are scared of him because of his height and intelligence so when someone accidentally spills tea on him, they think they’re in for a loud reprimanding but nO he apologizes too and helps clean it up, no yelling involved
he’s always tripping and breaking or tearing something in the castle
last week it was a page from his history book (he shed a tear at that), he chipped a tea cup and shattered another, and ripped a hole in a new blouse
he’d prefer wearing basic, plain clothes, but his mother’s always persuading him to wear clothes imported from various countries
but he’s too lanky and tall and so his clothes always need to be hemmed
and that’s how he knows you!! bc your one of the seamstresses in the castle
you’re quick and precise with a needle and thread and you always find yourself repairing his shirts when there’s snags or holes and patching his pants when they’re ripped
bc on more than one occasion, this boy may or may not have ripped his trousers because they’re just too short on him
like the hemline is wayyyy above his ankles and they’re so short but yet they fit him so well up top (tall ppl problems smh)
and so when he’s changed out of his ripped clothes, he personally takes them down to the seamstresses’ room down by the lower levels
he’ll greet all the elder women and men before spotting you at your workbench sewing the buttons he popped in his navy blouse from yesterday (that happened when he tugged his collar a bit too hard when he was dancing with one of the other women during his lessons, hEY it gets steamy dancing for hours;) )
namjoon will watch you work on the buttons in silence till you finish and look at your handiwork, him staring at you with heart eyes grinning from ear to ear with dimples and all
you work on his pants as he explains what happened this time and you keep quiet as he rambles on about the newest thing he learned in his lessons or what new book he stayed up reading
he’ll even bring you the book he’s on and read you passages as you sew and explain anything you don’t understand, sometimes leaving you with the book so that there’s always a reason to come back, not that tearing his clothes is enough anyways
heck, he’ll even try to show you how to dance a waltz, but with his terrible footing and the fact you don’t even know what a waltz is from swaying back and forth, you both fall over with you on top of his chest and your lips dangerously clOSE TO HIS
but you both laugh it off and never speak of that time ever again
he’ll try to teach you other languages from time to time, but you prefer listening to him speak english or japanese or chinese bc his intelligence is so sexy and his vOICE sends chills up your spine
in a way, he tutors you about the rest of the world, teaching you what he knows and also confiding in you bc 1) he trusts you and you trust him and 2) you can literally count how many times he’s split his pants so nothing else is embarrassing or awkward anymore except the romantic tension between you two
bc you won’t admit it to anyone but you really look forward to when namjoon comes and visits with a torn piece of clothing and basically explains how the world came to be or tells you the history of the kingdom
you stay up thinking about how his eyes light up when he tells you his analysis about his newest novel or how he gets pouty when solving riddle books or how his voice sounds when humming music lyrics and melodies he’s just ad-libbed on the fly
if you look tired, he will lecture you on the importance of your health and sleep and you tease him right back about staying up late and reading
you’re his main seamstress and so you always know what blouses and shirts and pants look good on him and what sizes he is and what needs to be fixed to look right on his body
you’re basically giving yourself heart attacks everyday bc namjoon looks great in everything (unless he tries to dress himself in the rare occasion he does, which works out sometimes)
on the days of balls and special events, you proceed to dig yourself a deeper grave by making namjoon wear his formal royal attire bearing his family crest and everything
his hair’s perfect, his jacket fits him well, his shoes are polished, his shirt’s crisp and clean, his family’s crest is shining, he looks exactly like the picture perfect crown prince kim namjoon bc he is exactly that!!
which makes your crush on him just as deep as that grave bc you know you don’t have a chance with being with the crown prince
but namjoon is intelligent, considerate, sweet, and everything your heart desires and more and he sees you for you and not just as some staff member in the castle he lives in
during one of the balls, you sneak in with one of your sunbaes in royal attire and you notice how sophisticated and poised namjoon looks, how regal and intimidating he is with his lips drawn into a thin line until he laughs at something a visiting princess says
you watch from afar as he dances with other visiting royals, accidentally missing a step and squeaking his shoes on top of his partner’s feet
which elicits a laugh from some elderly women as they call it a wakeup call and a breath of fresh air at a stuffy/proper ball and also some yelps and hmpfs in distaste from princesses at the misstep
one princess even stops dancing with namjoon and he awkwardly walks back to the outskirts of the dance floor
it makes your heart melt until you lock eyes with him and his lips become that dimpled, adoring smile with the crescent eyes and the eye crinkles and then he’s standing in front of you, asking if you’ll dance with him
you two begin to dance and you’re so nervous, you step on his feet right after he’s accidentally stepped on yours and you both begin laughing until you remember that you’re both at a public event
the bubble of you two is broken by reality when namjoon is swept away by another princess for a dance, and then another until he’s called to by parents and after that you lose him
the night ends and you go back to the work room and change into your normal clothes, returning the clothes to the laundry when you hear someone knock on the door
namjoon sheepishly pokes his head in and enters, his white shirt from the ball in his hand and a small book in the other
he shows you the tear in the front and you decided to fix it up, walking over to your bench and pulling out the thread and needle
and like normal, namjoon starts talking but after the first couple stitches you register that he’s reading a passage from what sounds like a law book? or a history book?
he’s basically describing how one of his ancestors changed the laws of marriage and banned the rule saying royals can only marry royals and emphasized how anyone within the royal bloodline should court and marry whoever they choose
and then he ends this whole speech with a “may I, kim namjoon, court you, (l/n) (y/n)?” and you look from your needlework and see him on one knee
your silence and disbelief confuses him for a moment until you shout a loud “YES” and tackle him with a hug
you both agree to keep your courtship on the down low, only your family and his knowing of your relationship
the other seamstresses highkey ship you from the very start and speculate in hushed whispers
pda around the castle usually never happens as someone is always watching but he does give you a kiss on the cheek from time to time
when he leaves on visits to other kingdoms, he leaves you with another novel but there’s scraps of papers shoved inside confessing his undying love for you and how he misses you
you still repair his clothes and choose his outfits for every event, except this time, getting dressed takes a little bit longer (if you know what I’m sayin;) )
bets are called and talks between your family and his are arranged and you two definitely stand the test of time, eventually getting married after two years of a quiet relationship and three years of being in the public eye to ease your appearance into the open
even after five years of being together, you can’t deny the butterflies in your stomach and how your heart swells at just the thought of namjoon and there’s less holes and tears in his clothes, but slip ups still happen
and only after all these years of being together does namjoon tell you that he’d purposely tear his shirts and rip his pants to spend time with you
Hii theres this jungkook smut where youre his maid in a castle or something but hes getting married so u fuck him while his fiance is sleeping can u helppp
this is His Throne (JK version of Hobi’s His Throne posted here) the other members such as JK’s are posted @jiminsa !
⚜ S O L A R I S ⚜
➺ You didn’t mean to fall in love with the crown prince, it just… all happened.
But if you had a choice, you’d do it all over again.
Next: CHAPTER 2
⚜ S O L A R I S ⚜
➺ You didn’t mean to fall in love with the crown prince, it just… all happened.
But if you had a choice, you’d do it all over again.
A/N: HAPPY VALENTINES, GUYS! ,,, can you guys pls send me some asks??? 👉👈 id really like to know what u guys thinkhihihi 💜
Next: CHAPTER 4 (written)
⚜ S O L A R I S ⚜
➺ You didn’t mean to fall in love with the crown prince, it just… all happened.
But if you had a choice, you’d do it all over again.
A/N: HAPPY COMEBACK DAY LET ME JUST GET OVER TAEHYUNG REAL QUICK INNER CHILD AND 0:00 MAKING ME FEEL SOME TYPE OF THING SJDKFLMJFDKSM IM SAD TELL ME WHAT U GUYS THINK OF THE NEW ALBUM
Next: CHAPTER 6
