requested by: yeeeyeeet
warning: slight 18+ content ahead. no actual smut tho. hehe.
third person
genre: fluff, angst, fantasy, soulmate au, ft. Bang Chan & Han Jisung
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It had been moments since Minho had cast the sleeping spell on his girl, but he had taken those moments to stare at nothingness and contemplate whether to bring her to his mother or not. He wanted to gain his mom's trust and give them her blessing, but he also wanted to keep (Y/N) safe from all the potential dangers of his kingdom. Although it was where all the good things happen, every light has a shadow and every bright corner has a dark side.
Just then, a bright light shone from the window, and Minho had to cover (Y/N)'s sleeping eyes from the sudden light. In the glow emerged a built figure, a white cloth covering his lower half and a golden sash hanging on his shoulder. When the light vanished, there stood Eros himself, with the earthen name Bang Chan.
Minho suddenly stood up and bowed a perfect 90 degrees, showing deep respect to his ancestor. Chan nodded, waved his hand and made Minho stand up straight again. He then put his arm up, pointed at the ceiling with his index and middle finger, and with a shower of golden glitters, his clothing transformed from a Greek god's attire to a common young adult of the Earth.
"Cut the honorifics, Minho. I'm here because I heard from Aglaea that you altered the laws of the universe," Chan says and shakes his head in mock disappointment. "What a bad guy."
"I'm sorry," Minho says and shrugs his shoulders. After all, he is friends with the god. However, he knew not to cross the line, or else his head will be severed from his body. "I just did what I thought was right because the fairies' job is to—"
"—grant the people's wishes with the most heartfelt need," Chan finished for him.
"Mother doesn't like (Y/N)," Minho pouted like a kid and looked up at Eros, who had a dissatisfied expression on his face. "And I'm doing all of these stupid stuff for her to accept the girl I love."
The god of love chuckled and sat on one of the chairs, "That's what happened when I was trying to get my mother's approval of me marrying my Psyche. She's been tougher than a rock and made my wife do all sorts of hardships just for her fun, but in the end, look where we are now," Chan smiles softly at the thought of his beloved, up there in their kingdom, taking care of their daughter named Pleasure. "My wife became immortal and we're happily married, with a loving child. I'm sure that'll happen to you as well, as long as you fight for your beloved."
Minho nodded. He had an odd feeling that he will go through what his ancestor had gone through while his girl seeks to pursue his mother's approval, that (Y/N) will go through a series of hardships that will surely challenge their relationship.
"Can you bless (Y/N)?" Minho boldly asked the god. He did not know how matters circled in the palms of his mother, and the least he can do is provide some magical protection to his girl to prevent some potential permanent damage that might happen to her during their trip. "Please. I don't know what my mother will do to her once we get to the kingdom."
"Relax," Chan laughs and stands up, goes over to (Y/N)'s side and sprinkles a few glow stone dust on her face. "There. That'll keep her safe from all forms of godly magic. But it'll only last for long, because the moment she takes a bad damage, the spell will be broken at once."
Minho bowed in gratitude at Chan, "Thank you, Lord Eros."
"Yeah, yeah," Chan brushed him off and stood up straight, pretending to stretch his arms. "Ah, the struggles of parenthood are coming up to me. I'll go back to Mount Olympus now—my wife will go berserk at me if I don't do my duties as father and husband."
Minho chuckled. "Sure thing."
With a hand motion, Chan nodded and disappeared into thin air, and Minho looked at the sleeping form of his beloved. With a sigh, he leaned over, gave her a loving kiss on the forehead, and chanted a few spells before they vanished and was transported to the realm of the fairies.
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"Wha—where are we?"
Minho smiled at his girlfriend and continued to stroke her hair lovingly. "Go back to sleep, baby."
"No," she pushed herself up with her arms and leaned back on the headboard of the bed she was lying on. "Where are we? What is this place?"
Minho sighed and wrapped an arm around (Y/N)'s shoulders. "We're in my realm," he says. "This is where I live."
"What?" she asked, looking around. "You're serious?"
"Yes," he says. "I'm deadass serious. My mom wants to meet you when I accidentally let your name slip during my weekly visits."
(Y/N) smiled at him, a hint of playfulness dancing on her lips, "I'm quite offended that I'm not a common topic between you and your mother."
Minho shook his head and gripped her hand firmly, "You don't get it, (Y/N). The Queen isn't thrilled to know you. She got mad at me when she found out that I altered the laws of the universe just to grant your wish."
"You what?" she was shocked. Never did she think about Minho going that far just to grant her wish. "Why would you do something that's...illegal in your realm? You should've just given me something small that's similar to my wish than getting in trouble for granting it fully!"
"I know," Minho smiled at her, gingerly touching the girl's soulmate mark with the pads of his fingertips. "But when I saw you making that wish by the well that night, I sort of felt a connection with you. Believe it or not, I know how it feels like to be hopeless when it comes to romantic love. Even me, a direct descendant from the line of Eros, crossed paths with the troubles of romance. So, the least I can do to stop your agony was grant your soulmate marks wish."
(Y/N) quieted. So, even then descendants of the god of love himself encounter struggles with love? How ironic.
"I-I'm sorry," she says. "I didn't know you felt that."
"It's okay," Minho smiled at her. "It was my choice. I was the one who wanted to help you out."
(Y/N) stayed quiet and just squeezed Minho's hand back, suddenly feeling a flow of nervousness wash over her like a tsunami. Minho, who noticed her immediate silence, sighed and began to tell her about his mother.
"When my grandmother, Eurynome, gave birth to my mother and her two sisters, everyone was happy. It was as if the light themselves were born to bring eternal joy and peace to the kingdom.
"However, everything changed when an army of rebel fairies declared war on the Titans, and kidnapped my mom during the battle. It was a huge loss to everyone, and her sisters Thalia and Euphrosyne even had to pay a huge ransom just to bring my mom back.
"But when she was returned to the kingdom, she was pregnant."
(Y/N) gasped, and Minho nodded as if reading her mind. "Yes, she was carrying me in her womb. But then the child she was bearing was created out of lust and force. She was raped by the boss fairy, and killed himself after that because he didn't want to die in the hands of the Titans."
"That's when Mother lost her light. Although she was still considered as the goddess of elegance, brightness and splendor, she lost some of those traits and became a grouchy woman. She wasn't the same as she was before, according to her slaves."
(Y/N) removed her grip from Minho's hand and brought his head to her chest softly, comforting her in the best way she could. No words were needed to be spoken, as if verbal usage was to ruin the mood and disrupt the peaceful silence brought upon by the conversation.
"I just can't believe that I'm dating a prince," she says to somehow lighten the somber mood. "Wow, and I snapped at you and thought of you as a thief when you first showed up at my house."
Minho rolled his eyes as he softly flicked her forehead, "Someone as handsome as me wouldn't even think about being a thief."
(Y/N) rolled her eyes and slapped his chest gently, "You're an idiot."
"But I'm your idiot," he grinned at her and kissed her cheeks repeatedly, making her giggle. He did this a couple more times, pecking her eyelids, forehead, nose, cheekbones, lips, chin, and just basically peppering her whole face with sloppy, loving kisses.
Just then, Minho broke away from the hug and stood up, slightly pushing (Y/N) back to the bed. With his heightened senses, he knew someone was approaching his door, and he motioned for the girl to hide under the bed, quickly.
"Someone's coming," he said and stood up, straightened his dress shirt and looked back, seeing (Y/N)'s foot disappear under the bed. And then, a fairy servant appeared by the doorway, looking all frantic and panicky.
"Jisung," Minho says, noticing his fellow creature's hasty movements and slowly walking up to him to somehow calm him down, "what's wrong? Did something bad happen?"
"Your Mother knows that Lord Eros helped your significant other, and she knows that you have transported her to the kingdom despite having put spells on her," said Jisung as his fairy wings started to flap. "Please, I don't know what I should do. She says she'll send me to the depths of Tartarus if I don't get you and (Y/N) in the hall right now."
Minho clenched his jaw and tightened his fist, irked at how things are turning out. With a look at the bed, he sighed and turned back to Jisung to pat his shoulder. "Don't worry," he says. "I'll handle this. You don't have to worry about being banished."
Jisung breathed out a sigh of relief, bowing his head at the prince and hurried out of the room, closing the large golden doors of Minho's enormous room.
When the doors closed with a soft click, and Minho rushed to the bed where he poked (Y/N)'s protruding leg with his index finger. The girl didn't move at first, thinking that someone else had found her and had her cover blown, but when Minho began to hum her favorite song, she smiled and scrambled out from under the bed to wrap her arms around his shoulder, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck and letting her nose brush the naked skin near the back of his neck.
Minho chuckled, "Missed my 'Minho hugs' that much?"
"Yes," she said bluntly, making him laugh once again. It was one thing he loved about her—she was so honest and didn't mind if she came off as blunt and offensive (but that didn't matter though, he loved all of her with his heart and soul).
"Here then," he says, a smile lingering on his lips, "indulge in my hugs then."
They stayed like that for a while, until Minho let his eyes fall close and an image of his fuming mother played on the back of his closed eyelids, making him open them in a shot. The prince then broke away from the hug and grabbed (Y/N)'s hand, dragging her out of his room and into the palace hall.
Once they had stepped into the main hall, at the end of the room sat the queen, all in her glory as she relaxed on ther bejeweled majestic chair, with two servants fanning her and another one holding a golden cup filled with rich grapes.
"Mother," Minho called and bowed his head, softly pulling at (Y/N)'s hand to do the same.
(Y/N) bowed her head and gripped the hem of her hoodie, hands suddenly shaking in the presence of Minho's mother, the Queen.
"Very well," said Aglaea as she stood up from her throne, gracefully walking down the gold stairs as her heels clacked loudly underneath her light feet and stopping in front of (Y/N) where she looked at the girl up and down with squinted, judging eyes.
"I assume you are (Y/N) (L/N)," she says.
She nodded, "Yes, your Majesty."
"Your clothing is too shabby," Aglaea said flatly. "I don't like such attire."
"Mother," Minho said firmly, sighing as he faced his lover. "Don't worry, I'll fix this."
He raised his hand and closed his eyes, doing a cross motion with his hand as he gathered up glitters, which circled around (Y/N). She gasped, feeling floaty as the glitters covered her body. She felt the floor touch her feet after a few seconds and she looked down, gasping again at the sight of her clothes.
Her hoodie and pants were gone, and were replaced by a majestic silver gown, dotted with precious stones that seemed to glow under the light. Her feet were housed by a pair of glass shoes, identical to the ones Cinderella wore in the famous bedtime story. And her hair was no longer down; it was tied in an effortless yet elegant updo adorned with silver glitters.
"Good," the Queen said and returned to her throne. "So, (Y/N)—" said girl perked her head up at the mention of her name, "—I heard you captured my son's heart. Is that right?"
She looked at Minho for a moment before answering the Queen. "Yes, your Majesty."
"And you're planning on marrying him someday, correct?"
She gasped at the sudden question, catching her off-guard, but Minho answered for her. "Yes, Mother. I want to marry her and make her my princess."
Aglaea's right eye twitched, but she kept her cool. "Alright then, prove yourself that you're worthy of my son," she looks dead into (Y/N)'s eyes. "At the first crack of the sun, be sure to arrive in my quarters. There, I will give you a few tasks to complete."
"Mother!" Minho tried to protest, but the Queen held up her pointer finger that shut her son up.
"I am expecting you, (Y/N)." Aglaea gave the girl a smile and left the room, her servants scurrying after her.
Once they were alone, Minho firmly held her hand in his and dragged her back to his room. There, he cupped her cheeks between his hands and kissed her fervently, pushing her against the closed doors as he trapped her with his body.
(Y/N) gasped at the sudden feeling of his lips against hers, but reacted quickly and kissed him back, her arms shooting up to loop around Minho's neck as her fingers threaded through his soft hair, massaging his scalp with her fingernails.
Minho removed one of his hands from her cheek and clicked his fingers. In a snap, (Y/N)'s gown was gone, and the only thing she wore was her hoodie from earlier and her underwear. She blushed profusely as Minho continued to kiss her, his free hand looming around her waist to pull her closer to his body.
(Y/N) let a moan slip as she felt her boyfriend's hand move from her cheek and to her thigh. She gasped again, and Minho used this to his advantage as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring her wet cavern while his hand hoisted her leg around his waist. He then moved his mouth down to her chin, then to her neck, where he started leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses, creating marks that claimed her as his.
"Minho..." (Y/N) purred into his ear.
"On the bed, baby," he panted. "On the bed."
And oh, what a long, long night it had been.
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