𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐘𝐢𝐧 & 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 [𝐣𝐮𝐧, 𝐬𝐯𝐭]

jun x fem¡reader

• includes suggestive themes

• I'm kinda lazy so this is unedited (sorry)

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Birthed by royal families, both holding immense power apart – but together ? They're the balance of the universe.

Yang - Wen Junhui; the first born of three sophisticated sons, but he was the chosen one, chose by the brightest star in the sky. Skin as fair and pristine as marble, his hair whiter than the snow; he slumbers for three days once a month, as his body doesnt require much sleep to function; he's strong, and light on his feet - at the striking age of seven he mastered Kung Fu; he brings day to the world, and light to his Yin's life.

Yin - Xu Y/n; as she was born a twin, it was unknown who'd possess the power of Yin, but the second day of the Xu twins life, it was y/n's wail that called the moon to rise and shine brightly; a warrior she is not, but her mind is her greatest weapon, and that's why her body requires 12 hours of sleep everyday; y/n is quiet and passive, but she is kind and would do whatever it takes to keep her people safe; she controls the brightness of the moon, and brings tranquility to her Yang's life.

They are to wed exactly a month after they turn 18 - they don't have a choice; it's their fate, it's what the God's demand. Yin and Yang must rule together to keep the Earth from crumbling and dissipating to dust...

But what are they to be behind closed doors ? That was never specified in the words of fate...

"Your Grace ?"

Her hum is soft, but audible enough to signal for the servant to convey his message.

"Prince Minghao is here to see you."

She nods simply, and the servant takes his leave. Continuing to wave her brush elegantly along the canvas, she waits patiently for her brother to join her on her bedroom balcony. Soon she hears the light steps of his boots, and it's not long until she feels his chin resting on her shoulder.

"Sister," he smiles at her painting, a talent she has had ever since she was five. "It's beautiful."

A small smirk pulls at her lips as she puts the finishing touches on the calm waters of the picture. "Planning to claim this one as well, Hao ?"

Chuckling, he shakes his head lightly. "Oh no, I think Jun is getting tired of me stealing all of his wife's paintings that he so proudly hangs up throughout the castle,"

Y/n's smile slightly falters at the sound of her husband's name, and her features fall back into her usual stoic expression. Minghao notices and frowns lightly as he steps away from her. It's relatively quiet now, apart from the light town-noise coming from below.

Y/n just about does the last stroke of the moon when her brother speaks again. "Ah, speak of the sun and he shall appear !"

Another set of footsteps step out onto the balcony, the sound only audible to Y/n's ears. Setting her paintbrush down, she places her hands together as she turns to face her husband.