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omg ash 🥺 wow i am blown away !! first of all, i love how u described the beginning ! it painted such a clear picture in my head and gave me a little snippet of their relationship (uwu cuties) and i love how easily and smoothly the paragraphs flowed and connected ! their relationship is so cute and i love how u described the banter and dialogue ! it was so natural and smooth and their characters were built and written very very well 💕

“my apologies, captain. i find it difficult when i am near you.” pRInCe tAE is in lOVE 🥺 his heart goes shika shaka boom boom pitter pitter patter patter. u dUMMIES GET TOGETHER ALREADY ! but omg this line made me eXciTed. probably my favorite piece of dialogue uwu

also wow i love how you describe how their relationship progresses and the barriers and insecurities that come with it ! relationships aren’t perfect and the way u included that was amazing ! the angst hit me hARD and it made me sAd bc prince :( taehyung :( is :( whipped :( for :( her :( marry :( already :( please ;( aLsO heartbreak and longing in his eyes 🥺 ash are u trying to make me cry 🥺 tae is babie 🥺 tae is best boy best prince 🥺 don’t make him sAD. ugh this is directed towards the reader which is me but like it feels weird to say me so y/N U DUMMY HE LIKES U AND U LIKE HIM NOW MWAH KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE. thank u for the happy ending i probably would’ve cried if it wasn’t :’) but seriously this was amazing and wow i am blown away by how talented u are !! thank u so much for sharing this wonderful piece of writing <3 mwah

My Fair Lady

Word Count: 8.1k

Pairing: Crown Prince!Taehyung x Captain of the Guard!Reader

Genre: Historical/Fantasy AU, fluff, smut, angst

Warnings: Sparring (swordfight/fistfight), I’ve literally never fenced in my life I’m sorry for any errors, pining, mentions of battle scars, angst angst angst, angsty sex, crying during sex (and not in a sexy way), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, it’s super angsty but I promise it’ll be okay

Rating: 18+

Summary: His brother unable to spar with him that day, Crown Prince Taehyung comes to you in need of a partner. 

A/N: This fic was such a wild ride of a writing experience, and I literally lost chunks of writing because of my laptop crashing multiple times. But this fic is my baby, please let me know what you think!

Huge thanks to @wwilloww​​ for beta reading for me, and also @peekaboongi​​ for crying with me as I wrote.

Tagging @moonmintrails​​ @ppersonna​​ @irissilujm​​ @dee-ehn​​

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You gaze swept across the palace training grounds, hands clasped firmly behind your back. You watched as your soldiers trained, whether it be alone or with each other, and kept an eye out for any glaring errors – incorrect form, weak footwork, and the like.

As the youngest Captain of the Guard in history, it was your duty to ensure each of your soldiers, men and women alike, were in prime condition. Though the position was not passed through bloodlines, you had taken over from your father following his retirement from duty. He was a very well-respected man, and you were determined not to disappoint him. You would continue to prove time and time again that you deserved the honour of your place.

You kept your eyes forward even as you sensed a tall presence settle beside you, taking on a similar stance to your own.

“My Lady,” a deep voice greeted. Your nose crinkled at the title. While it was true your family was of noble station, you much preferred to be addressed as “Captain.” You sought to distance yourself from your cousins who enjoyed hosting fancy balls and tittering about the latest messenger visiting from overseas.

You gave the man beside you a brief once-over, eyes quickly returning to your soldiers in the field. The Crown Prince was looking particularly fresh today, white cotton shirt laced neatly and tucked into black pants that moulded to him like water. His dark curls appeared freshly washed, small tendrils swaying in the wind, having escaped the small tie at the nape of his neck. He smelled suspiciously of lavender. Perhaps he had been delving into his sister’s perfumes once again.

“Your Highness,” you nodded curtly, ignoring the pang in your chest at his appearance. While you tried to put up a good front, you were not immune to the Prince’s charms.

“You know I don’t like when you call me that,” he smiled bashfully at his feet before turning the entirety of his attention to you. “I am in need of a favour,” he continued, gaze imploring.

“What can I do for you, Your Highness?” you responded, suppressing a smirk when you heard him sigh at your words. Having grown up around him, even sharing lessons and training together before you surpassed his abilities, you would consider the two of you friends – more, even. However, you had an image to keep up, barriers that needed to be kept in place lest anyone question your ability to prioritize the royal family’s safety without distraction.

“I require a sparring partner.”

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