♚ private garden

@ꕥ♞ Zhang Zining Jason felt a sudden urge of worry as he didn't want the princess to be hurt or the baby but as his sister stated, he didn't want to make it a huge thing. Turning his attention back to her, he smiled "2 weeks ago" he his lips as he saw the mochi in her small hands. Taking it, he began to eat closing his eyes to enjoy the yummy taste. " You know, you should make these for the next time Ely ask for blood...they are both sweet and yummy" he nudged her arm teasingly while finishing up the treat. " How is she treating you though?" he wiped his hands to make sure he wasn't sticky. Everything that went on with Zining, he felt the need to know but he also knew his limits even if he couldn't help but wonder if his little sister was doing well in the palace. Reaching for a treat, he put it against her lips and smiled " say ah lil sis" he chuckled

@ꕥ♞ Zhang Zining Jason glared at his sister wondering how she got so clever with the scenting and things like that. If she wasn't pregnant as the female stated, then why did she had that scent. It smelled like a vampire but who in the house of Bathory was pregnant. He would be guarding that room with his life. " Okay....then who is, you been hanging around them so much I thought you were" he hummed looking at her with curiosity in his eyes. Clever, smart and quick were the things he used to describe her. Almost witty for her age. A weight was lifted off his shoulder now that she had confirmed it. Much more ease but now if she wasn't, there wasnt a need to ask anymore. Maybe she had a friend in the palace that was until it clicked. It was her sire. "Is the princess ely expecting? I haven't seen her in a while" he lifted his head up looking towards the bathory wing and awed. Soon a baby was going to be born in the palace. It has been years since he heard of such and now the youngest princess was going to become a mother. "wait....do you know the father? is it human or vampire?" he asked in cornered as he didn't know much of which happened inside the castle. Mainly he was focused on protecting what was inside leaving him to guard the palace from rebels.

@ꕥ♞ Zhang Zining Jason stayed quiet for bit watching her actions and then at her stomach. "Who's the father?" he asked trying to remain calm and not get angry. "Why didn't you tell me? does your sire know?" he asked as he placed his hand gently on her lap. He wanted to congratulate her because he was going to be able to take care of her and the child but also he wanted to know who the father was, did her sire know and most of all....was the father going to take responsibility for the child. He didn't want her to be alone in the pregnancy. He scared him because he was always on shift and would not be able to see her and make sure she was okay. "Congrats little one" he cooed after a bit. Scotting closer, he hugged her, rubbing her back as he smiled. He was going to be an uncle soon and it made him excited. Just the thought made him so happy. The best news he had received in a few years

@ꕥ♞ Zhang Zining Guarding the palace was important but from time to time it got boring. As he adore sister has suggested that they should meet up, he couldn't deny the sweet girl. After all his shifts he took, he was making his way to the screct garden seeing her sitting down on the stone bench wondering if she had sensed him. "What? is your sense of smelling failing you" he chuckled lowly as he hugged the other before ruffling her hair. "How are you little one?" he asked. The young girl seemed to be busy recently but he wondered why. " Hmm sad that you couldn't make room for your brother" he glared playfully before sitting down near her.

He leaned in to smell the odd scent before frowning "Are you pregnant?" he chuckled but inside he was worried if it was true and to him it made sense. Seeing the basket of food, maybe it was a way of calming him down at the news but the scent was faint.

@❈♚ Baekhyun Tepes As soon as his rant had finished, Jeongguk was horrified with himself. How dare he speak to his father like that? The king of their entire species? Their leaders were supposed to worshipped and adored, something that Jeongguk took to a whole new level with his father, but yelling at him? Burdening him with his problems? How could he do that?

“I—I, I’m so sorry, daddy, I—“ Jeongguk didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence when Baekhyun interrupted him, he cringed as he expected to be told off but instead.. He was given reassurance and was even apologised too. His cheeks reddened as he was pulled into a hug, something that melted into by wrapping his arms around his fathers neck and nuzzling into his musk scented hair. “You’re so perfect, daddy, I don’t deserve you”

Jeongguk smirked, excitement coursing through his veins as he tilted his neck back. He barely heard his father whisper sorry before he felt fangs into his skin, a choked moan forcing its way out as he grabbed at Baekhyuns shoulders. There was nothing like having your blood drained from your body from another vampire, the act itself an incredible display of trust and romance, but adding that incredibly taboo element of it being your family member, in this case, his father? It was incredibly . Jeongguk moaned at a particularly hard swallow, finding it hard to fight back against the waves of arousal he felt.

It felt so wonderful to feel his body sink into his fathers embrace, the area around the bite wound tingling as Baekhyun pulled away(Which Jeongguk whined at) and he could feel himself sink.

Being drunk from, especially when having so much taken out of him, left Jeongguk feeling warm and fuzzy; logically, he knew it was because of blood loss and he’d need to sleep, probably feed from a human afterwards, but he liked to take advantage of this ‘floaty’ feeling with being extra touchy feely. “Mmm, it’s ok, it feels so good” He drawled with a smile, letting himself be dragged onto his daddy’s lap; one of his favourite places to be. Jeongguk felt his head loll onto Baekhyuns shoulder and he stretched forward to press soft kisses to marble-like skin. “You and my brothers are the only people I’d ever let drink from me so.. You never have to ask, just say the word and my blood is yours.” Even though it made his head spin, Jeongguk lifted himself up to gently guide his father to look at him “Never apologise t’me” He said softly, his eyes focussing on Baekhyuns lips as he leaned in to press a sweet kiss against them.

He’d have liked to kiss his father more but he already lost the strength to keep his hand cupped against his cheek, it practically flopped back into his lap and even then, it took more effort than he’d like to just wrap his arm around Baekhyuns waist to cuddle him.

“ ‘m gonna, gonna sleep with you tonight..” Jeongguk mumbled, falling back with a sigh; he nosed his way

“Wanna talk more but” He yawned quietly “I gotta just close my eyes for a little bit, you did take a lot, you selfish beast” Jeongguk teased with a smile, a loving bite to his words, his eyes fluttering closed as he drifted off.

“Gonna have my revenge tonight and tomorrow, just you wait..”

@❈♚ Jeongguk Tepes Here came the scolding from his youngest. He had already gotten one from wooyoung then taehyung and now his little baby boy. Baekhyun knew this was coming and this time he stayed quiet listening to his son as he poured out his "anger". Taking it all in, he looked up to the sky as if trying to find the strength to speak. " Im sorry first of all....im trying to take care of things quickly and its tiring when in fact I want to spend time with you guys but i can't and Im sorry again" he traced the outline of his beautiful son's jawline looking at him. " of course you haven't jeongguk, I still love you and always will...." he smiled softly hugging his son closer to his chest.

"I will only feed if you let me...you know I dont bite unless given the right to" he nuzzled his son's neck suddenly feeling smaller in his youngest son's embrace, he wrapped his arms around him whispering sorry just before biting into him feeling the few fresh drops of blood drip into his mouth. He gripped tightly as his fangs sank deeper. It had been so long and he was eager to get himself satisfied. His feeding only lasted a few minutes before he pulled back his lips. " it's been a while darling.." he guided jeongguk to a chair to rest. Baekhyun felt like he had taken a lot from his son and it would be safe to let him rest. "Sorry" . he chuckled as he held jungkook on his lap lightly rubbing his chest.

@❈♚ Baekhyun Tepes [] this ended up being a lot of word vomit yikes

Jeongguk sighed happily, relaxing into the sweet kiss by pressing himself flush against his father and placing his hands on his strong chest. “Baby wants kisses everywhere.. but just my lips are fine” He mused with a smile, his lips as he leant in to kiss Baekhyun again “and I miss you too, daddy, so much..”

And he did, so much that it hurt sometimes. Jeongguk was the ultimate family man, it was impossible not to be when all his life he was surrounded by doting brothers who made him feel special and a father who looked at him with such adoration he felt invincible at times, knowing that his family would never let anything happen to him. But then the war happened and they came into power, everything changed and Jeongguk had found himself left in the dust. Of course it wasn’t all bad, he was old enough that he could love his family in a different way, Taehyung was wonderful in that he always did his best to pay attention to him but sometimes a boy(and yes, Jeongguk sometimes still considered himself a boy) needed his father. He missed the days where he was just shy of 18, on the cusp of manhood, and he’d sneak into Baekhyuns bed in the dead of night.

That had all stopped when it got busy. It was just always so busy and he hated it!

Jeongguk felt his smile slip, chewing on his lower lip as he fiddled with the silk lapels on his fathers suit, the fibres soft against his fingertips. “I-I know that I don’t really have any duties compared to Taehyung and Wooyoung but that doesn’t mean I’m not important” Great, now on top of being upset for having his deformity pointed out, he was being reminded of all his feelings of inadequacy.

“Every time I see you, you’re with one of them or dealing with some problem. Sometimes I don’t really know what the point of me being here is if I can’t even talk to any of you.” Jeongguk could count the amount of conversations he’d had with both Wooyoung and Baekhyun on one hand. When he’d actually done it, he’d cried to Taehyung about it.

“I love you, all of you, and I can’t even have a second to kiss you good morning. And— And I know I’m unloading all of this on you now at once but I’m spiralling into all those bad things I’ve been feeling the past six months, even this past year! and I know you can’t do anything about it because you’re so important and amazing and strong!”

“You do so much for us and our kind because you work so hard, you’re so powerful but you never take a break, not even five minutes to say hello”

Jeongguks gaze lifted to focus on his fathers lips, the desire to just lean in and claim them for his own; kiss Baekhyun until he was gasping for breath, his lips wet and swollen when they finally pulled apart to—

“You don’t know much I crave your lips against mine, how much I love it when you ravish me before you drink from me and you haven’t done it in months.” He breathed, swallowing the thick lump in this throat. His left hand drifted up to cup his fathers cheek, his thumb stroking small circles against his high cheekbone.

“You still care.. right? I haven’t lost my place in your heart?”

@❈♚ Jeongguk Tepes Today was meant to be a calm and exciting day but for baekhyun it was about to take a different turn. First, he arrived 15 minutes late as he had a bit of an anger issue with one of his elites. Rushing to the hall to talk to the guest, he sat down and had a few sips of wine while he spoke yet suddenly a cry broke out. "ing ..." he mumbled eyeing the elite from the other side. His heart hurt as he saw his youngest son run out. Jungkook's happiness meant everything to him and every time his sons cried, Baekhyun felt like he wasn't a good day. He felt like he wasn't enough for his kids. It was hard raising three sons alone with a mother but baekhyun was learning with the help of his oldest son, his job got easier.

Watching jungkook leave, he stood up and walked up to the elite with the feeling that he could kill her. "Mind your own business and get the out of here" he growled wrapping his hand around her neck nearly killing her. "I'll feed your cold body to my wolves" he threw back before running out. His baby was hurt, probably crying and alone. As he looked around, he tried to find his son's scent but it was pointless. Searching in every corner of the palace, he suddenly stopped at a window and looked out seeing Jungkook there in the private garden. How was he suppose to approach him ? he wasn't use to give soft lectures to his sons as he wanted to learn that this life wasn't easy and soon one day they would take his space when he died.

Approaching him, he stopped and tilted his head seeing the tear fall from his son's cheek. "Im not here to talk like a strict father....and its not your fault the lunch got ruined. He ran his fingers through his silver hair before stepping closer. He opened his arms for his son and held him closer. His baby, his jewel here in his embrace. Moments like these were something he valued. He was always busy and when he had time for his sons, they were busy. At the sudden request, baekhyun's expression softened even more. His tone was hushed not able to raise his voice. "My jewel, my little baby where does he want kisses?" he lifted jungkook's chin up a bit and leaned in to kiss him softly. "I miss you so much my darling" he whispered

@❈♚ Baekhyun Tepes What a terrible day today had been.

A scheduled lunch for the entire Tepes family had been in the works for months, it was supposed to be a casual meeting over business matters between the king and their guest of honour. To be quite honest, Jeongguk hadn’t paid attention to it at all. He had no reason to care for politics like his brothers so he’d resigned himself to his usual duties of standing pretty to the side and be as charming as possible.

Too bad nobody had even wanted to go past introduction with the youngest prince. Taehyung had been the kindest with pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek before heading in, Wooyoung has per usual had been cold but decently kind and of course, his father had had to make a grand entrance by arriving 15 minutes late.

At some point between his second and third wine, Jeongguk had managed to strike up a conversation with a young woman a little bit younger than he was; she was the daughter of who his father was meeting that day apparently. She had started out decent enough, if a little careful with her slight digs and back-handed compliments to him. After his fourth wine though, he’d had started to get tired of her boring chatter and, when feeling heated, had removed his scarf.

Of course the young vampiress had screamed sheer bloody murder at the sight of his neck and proceeded to use every single insult and exclamations of disgust that she could. So why was he being treated like the pariah for reacting in return? He wouldn’t have had to shatter her jaw if she’d simply shut the up and left him alone.

But no, everybody immediately went to her aid rather than check on him even though he was the prince for Satans sake!

So instead he’d fled the scene with a huff, tying his scarf around his neck to find some privacy in the Tepes garden. He’d gone straight for his comfort spot, a gorgeous little marble fountain that had swans for ornamentation and had thick bushels of flowers to perfume the air. He’d sat on the edge of the fountain, trailing his fingers through the water and just stared at his reflection.

Jeongguk frowned as a drop of water fell into the pond yet when he looked up at the cloudy sky, there wasn’t a spot of rain to be seen. Where had it come from? He felt wetness slide down his face and suddenly he realised: he was crying. Jeongguk wiped his eyes hastily of any tears in case somebody from the other families decided now was the time to speak through the garden; being caught crying was the last thing he wanted to happen.

Still, he had to blink away a few stray tears as he looked down into the fountain, tugging down his silk scarf to look at the bane of his existence.

Even in the murky water did it look as fresh and scabbed over as if it’d only happened an hour ago. It was a messy gash that ran from the bottom of his hairline to the tops of his clavicle and, at its widest, was two fingers thick. It throbbed painfully just to look at and touching it with his finger had him hissing as if he’d been burnt. So was the price for being made the victim of a silver weapon; a wound that’d never heal. It was the only thing that kept him from being the perfect specimen, being considered one of the most beautiful and it killed him that he didn’t know where it came from.

Nobody had ever told him, not even his family(and Taehyung, especially), instead choosing to pointedly look away whenever he had his neck exposed; those were the times he ended up being treated almost like a filthy hybrid. Deformed. Scarred.

There was a sudden soft breeze that drew his attention away from the fountain and the scent of bergamot and musk floated past, Jeongguk tensing as he felt the ever imposing presence of his father standing behind him. Wonderful.

“I’m not in the mood for one of your lectures, father, I know I ruined the luncheon.”

Jeongguk stood up from his seat, smoothening his slacks out as he turned to face his father. Jeongguk loved Baekhyun, he really, really did but he was not the kind who sat there and took punishment quietly; especially when he wasn’t in the wrong.

Baekhyun was a touch smaller than Jeongguk but his presence made him so much bigger, enough that Jeongguk was quick to revert to his younger days of pouting sweetly and moulding himself to his fathers body for comfort.

“But you know I’m not the one at fault. It was that stupid elite vampire, whatever her name was, she was the one who provoked me.” Jeongguk whined “Please don’t be mad at me, I really tried to be civil.” Bull, he was never civil about anything in life but hopefully, even at the tender age of 47, Baekhyun still saw him as his little baby boy.

Jeongguk wouldn’t know, he hadn’t spoken more than five words to the man in months as he was so busy.

“.. I think I need a kiss, daddy, please? My feelings are a little bruised”