👑 Finally... Someone who cares... - REBOOT

• Part 2 - The Ceremony •

The ride home took longer than either Y/N or Tylon had intended. I mean, Y/N was asleep for a start so he didn't know if he was 5 minutes away or 3 hours away from getting home. Although he could feel the car stop and start a considerable amount of times due to some poor fuckers getting into crashes or just other people's bodies being tossed onto the road. It was all oblivious to Y/N, again because he was asleep, but also because he could imagine what was going on in the middle of his nap. In total it took them around an hour or so to actually get to the castle, and even then it was a chore because there were a fuck ton of random cars and vans to interview something of other. Luckily, the spot where the limo is seated was free because, frankly, whoever parks there is gonna be one unlucky son of a bitch.

The official stop is what woke Y/N up, that and the fact that nearly a hundred different demons were surrounding the castle with cameras and microphones. He stirred awake and leaned up to crack his back, looking outside to not even acknowledge the fact that a bunch of strangers were around the entrance gates. He just grabbed his bag and rubbed his eyes, as he got out of the limo and made his way into the castle. It was only when he realised there were actually that many people around his house, and looked back as the doors closed.

Y/N: "Are there actually... Whatever..-"

Before he could even finish his sentence, he was bombarded by even MORE people with cameras, microphones and recorders asking him questions.

Random Interviewer: "What do you think of the ceremony?"

Cameraman: "Is there anything to be afraid of when turning into a king Prince Y/N?"

Cameraman #2: "How long have you put off being the King? Why is that the case if so?"

Y/N: "Oh- shit ok uh... I don't know I haven't gone through it y- I wouldn't think there's anything to be afraid o- What? What would you care what I'm fucking wearin- No I don't do anything freaky at nigh- Hey-! Watch the feathers ma-" All of this just pissed off Y/N to rage as his feathers started radiating with heat and eventually turned to some kind of flame. "BECAUSE I COULDN'T BE ASSED TO BE KING OK!?" Everyone that was part of the paparazzi backed up as they didn't expect him to get this mad because of some questions. Not even Y/N expected that kind of reaction, even out of him too, he looked at his body and looked at it confused. But he calmed himself, the flames dying down.

It was a good thing the backed off when they did, because Dracovia came in to try and handle the situation, and noticed Y/N annoyed and confused at what his body did. He looked up at his did and gave him a pissed off look, picking his bag up and checking if anything was burnt. He looked back up and patted the bag down before saying...

Y/N: "Thanks for the fucking heads up dad..." With that he took his leave and walked away to get to his room, his personal get away space for no-one to invade. But he turned a corner and went off to said get away space.

Dracovia looked back and felt guilty for, yet again, not telling his own son about there being a camera crew and a paparazzi for his ceremony. And clearly the paparazzi don't get it because some of them wanted to ask Dracovia questions he, now, wasn't in the mood to answer.

Cameraman #1: "Did you raise Prince Y/N to be so neglectful?"

Paparazzi Member: "Why was your son so aggravated by our questions? Is he afraid to tell the truth or no?"

He didn't answer the questions at all. He just felt even worse of a father because of those questions, and all he did was respond with...

Dracovia: "Out."