I want it to feel like I have my own fate in my hands

One Shot

I see me being as withdrawn as I am as both a pro and a con. Seeing the cool black lonnarymgene I follow talking with their moot about how this general acceptance that enha is this oh so problematic group is why kpop stan twt is so hesitant in admitting that they actually like their music is what made me realize that a big reason as to why I see me being withdrawn as a pro is because it keeps me from actin like loser ass kpop stan twt. What comes with the craving for community is the craving for approval and well, ion give a shit about approval like imma like what I wanna like cuz at the end of the day, you niggas can't appear out of thin air and beat my ass over it. Like it's just so fuckin' pathetic that kpop stan twt loves fitting in so much and loves feeling like a part of something so strongly that they won't like what they like out in the open like lmao such loser nigga shit. I quite literally fuckin' stan bangtan aka public enemy number one of the kpop stan community so the fuck I look like bein' on some pussy nigga shit and hiding that I fuck heavy with enha. Shit when you stan bangtan and gotta witness them gettin it from all sides every fuckin day over fuckin nun, you get thick skin, which is why I see why armys be beatin armymultis asses for actin like a buncha whiny bitches over they favs only gettin literally .01% of the heat bangtan get like seein armycarats cryin and throwin up over armys crackin jokes about that non-kwan nigga tickled me. Kookie was gettin called all types of musty and ugly and bein told that he looks dirty over his perm and yet, the moment armys make a lil jokey joke about that non-kwan bastard, it's suddenly the end of the fuckin world like imma endorse armys whackin armymultis every time despite bein an armymulti myself cuz you armymulti niggas just be so irritatingly unserious. It just hit me that there was a time when I had to deal with seeing viral tweet upon viral tweet of "unfollow me if you stan enhypen" and just lmaooooooo. Last year was just very... Scrolled past them unserious ass tweets with the blankest look on my face cuz one thing about you niggas and y'all's outrage is that it's never genuine.

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Sometimes it can prove to be very difficult for her to remember the perks of being engaged to the prince of the vampires, being engaged to the prince of the vampires forcing her to deal with his unbending stubbornness and loyalty to...her. Kokona narrows her eyes at the awkwardly shifting witch sitting across from her and her fiancé, the insecurity she doggedly refuses to acknowledge as the emotion she's feeling making the queen-in-waiting tighten her hold on the prince's arm. Why Riki insists on spending so much time with someone like her she'll never understand, Kokona only further aggravated by the fact that the six princes often seen by Riki's side are just as fond of the witch, never sticking their noses up at her like they very much should both as the superior species as well as members of the elite. She'll see to it that the binding between her handsome fiancé and the accursed witch's hips is severed when she's queen, Marsai needing to know her place and that said place should have no involvement with such a prominent member of the vampire elite.

When Riki had said a special guest would be joining them for lunch today, she hadn't known that the "special guest" was Kokona, Riki not one to willingly spend time with Kokona outside the watchful eye of his grandfather, the witch suspecting that eating with Kokona is the prince's attempt to placate the ever strict, ever displeased, ever disapproving elder that had been the one to suggest Kokona as a suitable marriage candidate. She'll pinch the prince later for putting her in this awkward situation, Marsai glancing blushingly off to the side when the hand under the table holding her own gives her hand a squeeze, Riki slowly dragging his thumb across every bump of her knuckles. Gosh, he's just...really too much for her sometimes.

She should've known that Riki wouldn't take her annoyance seriously, should've seen his reaction to her saying to him "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" in reference to him leaving out the important detail that was Kokona being today's special lunch guest when they'd arrived at his secret room coming, Riki laughing against her mouth as he tilts his head to the side to deepen their kiss. Perhaps, she's simply just far too weak for the prince for her own good but how can she remain annoyed with him when he insists on kissing her like this, the soft sigh of her name from the prince making her feel even weaker in the knees.

"Still mad at me?" he says smirkingly, the vampire holding the witch against him.

Looking at the playful aristocrat's Adam's apple rather than into his teasing eyes, the flustered, frowning witch says, "Quiet, you."

She's starting to feel like Riki being so high up on the social hierarchy is why he feels so comfortable calling for her in the middle of the night, Marsai a fool for answering his call, an even bigger fool for climbing into Riki's room through his window as, per Riki's own words, "It's more romantic that way and you like romance."

"One day I'm gonna finally have enough of you and block you," Marsai says as Riki pulls her over the window sill and into his arms, Riki's laugh as deep as it is childlike as he tucks a braid behind her ear, pressing a kiss to her mouth.

The concept of time becomes something foreign to her when she's looking into Riki's eyes, the vampire and witch laying on their sides on Riki's bed while facing each other. Dragging the back of his hand down her face, the prince whispers, "So warm." She isn't sure if it's the coldness of his skin or if it's his gaze that has her breaking out into goosebumps. "You're the one I wanna marry."

And then he's suddenly kissing her with a force and desperation that has her head spinning before she can fully grasp what he'd said, melting at his "You're so beautiful", melting again at his "I love you, Sai", Marsai sighing as she finds her palm moving up the prince's chest to rest over his unbeating heart. Pulling away, the future king settles his palm over her hand.

"I'm yours."