Fluffy Oneshots

My Love Is Your Meditation

Your Highness, I have returned from South Korea to serve you, bringing meditation practices that can help guide you in making our country a better place for its people.

(Warton laughs)

"My mind is already occupied with nuisances; I doubt meditation will be of any help."

Your sire, are you... in love?

"Very much so."

But... are you referring to a 'he'?

"Yes, he is the one I love."

This is forbidden, Your Highness. (Tinelsha sighs)

"Are you here to lecture me about forbidden love?"

No, sire, but we need a queen.

"Tinelsha, how does one stop loving someone?"

It cannot be helped, Your Highness. But you are the king, sire.

"I am also a man, as fragile in love as any other. I'm holding myself back from running to him. I want to touch him, even just once, to see his response. In my dreams, we are deeply in love. Not a day has passed without me smiling since I began loving him."

Your Highness, meditation may help you collect your thoughts.

(Warton smirks, amused as if his love were speaking to him, though he doesn't realize it.)

"Alright, I'll start meditating tonight. Then we can make lo— sorry, meditate."

(Tinelsha notices a spark in the king's eyes, as if he had nearly spoken of making love. Tinelsha tries to ignore it, but he feels the king's intense gaze.)

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(Night)

Your Highness, may I come in?

"Yes, Tinelsha, come in."

(As Tinelsha enters the king's chambers, the scent of cinnamon fills the air. The room is opulently decorated, and there sits the king, dressed in a sheer white night robe that hints at his muscular build. Tinelsha has always known his lord to be handsome and intimidating, but he never expected he would have a romantic interest in men.)

Your Highness, please relax and sit comfortably.

(Warton complies, and Tinelsha moves closer to adjust his posture, brushing his shoulder gently. That single touch ignites Warton's longing. He gazes into Tinelsha's eyes with both love and desire, then reaches out, pulling Tinelsha onto his lap. Warton cups Tinelsha's face, preparing to speak.)

"You can't hide from someone who loves you."

Your Highness... I... I...

"Come now, there's no need to stutter. I haven't done anything yet. I'm simply holding you on my lap. Say my name—no honorifics."

My lord, I...

"Tinelsha, I told you—it's Warton. Say it."

(Tinelsha stammers, sweating and visibly shaken. Warton sees his discomfort and carefully lays him down on the bed, partly leaning over him but in a non-threatening way. He smiles gently and kisses Tinelsha's forehead.)

"I'm not going to do anything to you. Just relax, my meditator." (Warton smiles softly) "I love you. I have loved you for a long time, and no one has ever captivated me like this. I want to be with you so deeply, but I am the king, and I must manage this love carefully. I won't press you, but please... consider it. I... love you, and I hope you could love me in return."

Your Highness, may I have some time to clear my mind? I am utterly confused. If I may suggest, perhaps it's best if you try to move on, as I don't see a future for us, even if I feel the same.

"Don't say that. I am helpless if you fully reject me. At least say you'll give us a chance." (Warton moves closer, kissing Tinelsha's cheek. He wants to kiss him on the lips but restrains himself.)

Sire, please give me two days to think.

"Very well. But please, think of me."

...I will take my leave now.

"Tinelsha, are you angry with me? I missed you while you were in Korea. Please... don't hate me." (Tinelsha is struck by his king's vulnerability. He bows and leaves.)

(The next two days feel like an eternity for Warton, who can't sleep, tormented by the uncertainty of Tinelsha's response. Finally, on the second day, Warton cannot wait any longer. He summons Tinelsha to his chambers.)

Your Highness, you look tired. May I call the royal doctor?

"No need. I just want your answer. I haven't slept these two nights because of you."

I'm sorry, Your Majesty.

"So, what is your answer?"

Your Highness, I implore you to reconsider—not with your heart but with your mind. I cannot give you children, nor fulfill the role of a queen. Please, find a woman more fitting for your station.

"Tinelsha, I have made this decision with full clarity. I have no concubines; you know this. I want only you. I will even announce it to my people if you agree. They may resist, but I am their king. Please, I beg of you, would you consider being with me?"

My Lord, I am afraid this decision will ruin your future. Please, think of the crown.

"Then shall I leave the palace and live with you?"

Good Lord, what are you saying?

"My brother, Prince Phukonglee, is next in line. He can take the throne with his wife, Antilta."

Please, don't make any rash decisions.

"Then say it, darling. Is it a yes?"

(Warton moves closer until they are inches apart.)

"A king doesn't typically ask for permission, but I love you more than anything. May I hold and kiss you?"

(Tinelsha gives in.)

How could a servant like me disagree? I willingly drown in your love, sire.

(Warton smiles, cupping Tinelsha's face, stroking his cheeks and lips, tinted a delicate shade of red. He kisses Tinelsha with such passion that Tinelsha stands on tiptoes, gripping the king's shoulders. They take it slowly, savoring the moment.)

"So, this is it? You and me?"

"Yes, always. My meditator is my love."

"No, my love is your meditation." (They laugh, embracing their sweet union with kisses and cuddles.)