[Fic] Euntangled {One Shot}
Title: Euntangled
Pairing: EunHae
Rating: PG. There's a little swearing but it's all in good fun.
Genre: AU, Crack, Fluff? IDK.
Notes: Welcome to my first ever Super Junior fic. Inspired by poisonpickles .
Disclaimer: I could put HyukJae in a wig, but that wouldn't make him mine.
Once upon a time, in a far away world known only as Sujunia, there lived a lovely princess named HyukJae. Or at least, that was what the people of the land of Anchovia believed. Princess HyukJae, they were told, had a horribly contagious disease that would spread if she were allowed human contact. For this reason, HyukJae was locked away in a very tall tower, where nobody could reach her,until such a day as her parents could find a wizard that could cure her ailment. None had seen Princess HyukJae since she'd reached the tender age of eight.
Nobody in the kingdom knew the real truth. None were aware that the 'ailment' from which their princess suffered was not an actual ailment, but something her parents had decided was wrong.
Nobody knew that "Princess HyukJae" was actually "Prince HyukJae".
HyukJae had been raised from birth as if he were a girl. Portraits had been painted of him in frilly dresses, long hair falling around thin little shoulders, gums exposed in a wide smile. He'd always believed himself to be a normal little girl, until one fateful day. He'd walked in on his mother's maid as she was changing out of a rather wet frock; the woman had been turned toward the door, the thing had dropped to her feet, and he'd seen everything. Everything. Questions had immediately flooded his young mind, questions he voiced to his mother and father. Why did he have a dangly bit when the maid had so clearly had a pocket?
That maid didn't work for his family anymore. HyukJae's questions had been avoided and put off, but it hadn't taken long for another maid to let it slip that Princess HyukJae wasn't so much of a princess without a pocket. The questions became more and more dangerous, and eventually the young boy had made the connection - princesses had pockets, so people with dangly bits... were princes.
His parents had locked him in the tower only two days later, shortly before his eighth birthday. The only door had been bricked up, the only connection remaining between the small masculine princess and the world being a small basket that could be raised and dropped at will. HyukJae once considered riding this basket to the bottom, and escaping off into the world, but... he wasn't stupid. He knew the basket was far too small to support him, and that should he try it, he'd plummet to his death.
So he remained in the tower, year after year, sadly waiting for the day when his parents would find a trustworthy magician to take away his dangly bit and make him into the proper princess he was meant to be, but somehow didn't want to be anymore. His only hope to remain a boy rested on the shoulders of a person foolish enough to try and invade his tower. The letters he tossed from the window were fruitless; many were retrieved by palace guards and given directly to the king, who burned them. It hadn't taken them long to stop sending up paper and ink for him to write with; after a short while, only new dresses and food had come up in the basket. He was always unhappy to find the colourful swaths of cloth in the basket.
HyukJae walked around naked most of the time.
Long years turned into each other, and eventually well over a decade had passed. Princess HyukJae had grown well; he'd become tall and slender and would've made a rather lovely young man, were he allowed. The only thing that wasn't particularly 'manly' about his appearance was his hair. Scissors and other sharp objects weren't available to him in his tower, for fear he'd alter his dresses into more masculine wear or, Shisus forbid, attempt to take his own life out of loneliness. With nobody able to come up to cut his hair when it needed it, his already long hair had simply continued to grow. By some miracle, or perhaps curse, the young man's hair was rather thick, and hadn't seemed to reach a terminal length in all his years in captivity.
The result was very heavy, very long hair that HyukJae was constantly untangling or getting caught on things. Frustration had him ripping dresses apart by hand to make hairbands, but even that didn't help most of the time. It was all the sad young man could do to keep from throwing himself bodily from the window.
It wasn't until his twentieth year that something finally happened. His father had passed years before, though the news had not been passed on to him. His mother ruled the kingdom with a quiet hand, doing her best while maintaining a small search for a sorcerer. HyukJae was having a quiet day, sitting on a stool by the window and occasionally tossing small, colourful scraps from a dismantled frock from the window and watching them lazily spin toward the ground. He was watching a bright pink swatch flutter downward, and trying to figure out where it would land, when a person appeared beneath his tower. The dark-haired youth seemed to be confused by the bits of cloth already littering the ground.
He was even more confused when the pink scrap landed on his head. It didn't occur to HyukJae that the boy would look up, and thus he was still hanging out of the window when their eyes met; though it was a bit cold that day, he'd still chosen to not wear the frilly dresses, and he almost swore that even from this height, he could see the young man's face turning bright red at the sight of his bare shoulders.
"Young miss!" the boy called out, immediately turning his head to avert his eyes somewhere else. HyukJae sighed, fingers running through his tangled hair as he peered down. Obviously this man believed the tales his parents had told, and thought that even looking at HyukJae would bring on some horrible disease. He made to draw back inside. "Young miss, what are you doing up there?"
Pause. Rewind. Had the boy just... HyukJae leaned out the window again, noting that the eyes once more moved to not see him.
"Just a moment," he called down, ducking back inside. He chose the least offensively coloured thing he could find, and was glad that he'd savagely removed all frills from it when it had been sent up. The young man pulled it over his head, biting back an annoyed grunt when it settled over his narrow hips just right. He gave said hips a gentle thrust, as if in defiance against what was now covering them, before scampering back to the window, hands working to pull his long hair free from his clothes. "Uhm. Hello."
The man's confusion was evident. "...Hello."
A rather awkward silence followed. HyukJae fiddled a bit with his hair, unsure of what to say or do; twelve years of being locked up in a tower by himself meant that he had very little in the way of social skills. And the fellow on the ground just seemed... well, odd. He was, after all, standing under the tower that everyone in the kingdom of Anchovia had been told to avoid.
HyukJae decided it was worth a shot.
"I'm the princess of this kingdom," he called down, voice catching slightly. It had grown deeper over the years, more masculine, and he was sure the boy would hear it and walk away immediately. However, the young man remained below, and HyukJae took a deep breath before continuing, his mind making up little white lies as he went. "I've been imprisoned up here for many years, waiting for some kind soul to come and release me. My father locked me here to hide me from everyone."
The young man's expression changed from confusion to something akin to worry, and HyukJae immediately felt despair in his stomach. He'd been found out, he knew it. The boy was going to run screaming, and leave him here, and he would have to wait for ages for someone else to come by.
He was doomed to end his life with a pocket, or spend it locked in this damn tower.
“How... how do I...” The young man was frowning up at him. And not running away. “I’m Prince DongHae, from the Kingdom Tonga. I don’t know what circumstances brought your father to lock you up there, Miss... but I’ll try my hardest to figure out how to release you.”
Surely HyukJae was hallucinating. Donghae continued to stare up at him, as if waiting for approval to rescue him from this hellhole. The princess stared right back, eyes wide and buggy, almost afraid to nod in case the prince decided to laugh and reveal his offer as a joke. But when he nodded, the prince smiled.
Smiled. HyukJae’s heart jumped a bit.
“Do you have a rope up there, fair princess?” He called up. “I’ve nothing on my person that’s long enough to throw up to you...”
The princess shook his head, long hair impeding the movement. “I don’t have anything that’s-”
...actually...
“Are you going to climb up?” He bit his lip, looking at his arms. While they were as strong as he supposed they could be, he wasn’t quite sure he could climb down himself. And it would be useless to try and climb down the way he was considering... “I can’t climb down right now, but if you climb up... then you could...”
How was he going to explain this?
“I’m going to toss something down to you. Just climb it.”
Donghae frowned. “But Princess, why don’t you climb down, and if you fall, I could catch you?”
HyukJae groaned. “Look, just... just do it, okay? You’ll get it in a minute.”
With that, he withdrew back into the tower and began gathering his horribly long hair together. It would take ages to make it into something Donghae could climb, but when he reached the top... well if he didn’t freak out upon finding out that the princess had a dangly bit, he could cut it off, and they could secure it to something and both could climb back down.
He started braiding. Every so often, he would stick his head out the window and assure DongHae that he shouldn’t leave, and that it would only take a little longer to finish what he was doing, and that no, he wasn’t going to kill him when he reached the top. Why would he do that when he’d waited so long for someone to save him?
The Prince of Tonga wasn’t all that bright, was he.
It was almost dark by the time he’d reached the ends of his strands. Nimble fingers hurriedly finished the long braid, and he tied a ribbon around the end to secure it. Taking a deep breath, he gathered the long yards of hair into his arms and stepped to the window once again.
DongHae had fallen asleep. HyukJae pouted a little bit, considering what to do. How did one wake a sleeping prince?
Grinning, he tossed the long braid from the window’s ledge, and watched as it unwound, plummeting toward the ground before it thwacked DongHae right on the top of the head.
“Yah! Time to wake up!”
DongHae let out a strangled shout and leapt to his feet, hand immediately flying to his hip to grab his sword, and HyukJae laughed. As soon as the prince was sure he wasn’t under attack by anything, anything sentient that was, he pushed the sword back into the scabbard and looked up.
“Princess, what... what is this?” He asked loudly, fingers running through the thick braid that dangled in front of him. He gave a gentle tug, and HyukJae resisted the urge to tug back. “Is this your hair, fair lady?!”
HyukJae was sorely pressed to not correct the gender issue.
“It is. Use it to climb up, and then when you’ve reached the top, you can cut it off of me and we can both use it to climb down.” He nodded, and the ‘rope’ bounced along with his head. “I’ve nothing else that can be used.”
“If you’re... sure...” DongHae sounded as if he had his doubts about this plan, but his hands gripped the hair rope obediently, and he turned his face up toward the captive princess. “Are you quite ready?”
Another nod, and DongHae set a foot against the wall and pulled himself up off the ground.
He didn’t get very far, and immediately set his feet back on the ground at the sound of HyukJae’s shriek.
“Damnit damnit stop stop stop!” the princess shouted down. “FUCK that hurts!”
DongHae attempted once more to use it as a rope, just in case the princess wasn’t talking to him. Because, you know, who really knew what was going on up in that tower.
“Stop! Fuck, stop it DongHae!” Now he was sure he was being spoken to, and he once more set his feet down. “You’re pulling it out by the roots, dear fucking god!”
He was suddenly doubting his princess rescue mission. Fingers let go of the rope completely, and he looked dubiously up at the pottymouthed royal that was staring down at him.
“How do you want me to get up there, then?”
“Find a fucking ladder, I don’t know!”
DongHae did indeed go to find a ladder. When he returned with one, and set it up against the tower, HyukJae sighed in relief and immediately climbed onto it from his window, pulling the skirt of his dress around him protectively in case DongHae was looking upward. Just because he was a prince, didn’t mean he couldn’t also be a peeping tom. It took him a few minutes to reach the bottom.
Where a rather horrified DongHae waited. It took him several hours to explain to his father, upon reaching his homeland, just why he had a man in a dress with him. But Princess HyukJae had been saved, and thus lived happily ever after in the land of Tonga, dangly bit intact.
DongHae lived a little less happily ever after...for obvious reasons.
...hi. lol. I apologise for nothing.
Pairing: EunHae
Rating: PG. There's a little swearing but it's all in good fun.
Genre: AU, Crack, Fluff? IDK.
Notes: Welcome to my first ever Super Junior fic. Inspired by poisonpickles .
Disclaimer: I could put HyukJae in a wig, but that wouldn't make him mine.
Once upon a time, in a far away world known only as Sujunia, there lived a lovely princess named HyukJae. Or at least, that was what the people of the land of Anchovia believed. Princess HyukJae, they were told, had a horribly contagious disease that would spread if she were allowed human contact. For this reason, HyukJae was locked away in a very tall tower, where nobody could reach her,until such a day as her parents could find a wizard that could cure her ailment. None had seen Princess HyukJae since she'd reached the tender age of eight.
Nobody in the kingdom knew the real truth. None were aware that the 'ailment' from which their princess suffered was not an actual ailment, but something her parents had decided was wrong.
Nobody knew that "Princess HyukJae" was actually "Prince HyukJae".
HyukJae had been raised from birth as if he were a girl. Portraits had been painted of him in frilly dresses, long hair falling around thin little shoulders, gums exposed in a wide smile. He'd always believed himself to be a normal little girl, until one fateful day. He'd walked in on his mother's maid as she was changing out of a rather wet frock; the woman had been turned toward the door, the thing had dropped to her feet, and he'd seen everything. Everything. Questions had immediately flooded his young mind, questions he voiced to his mother and father. Why did he have a dangly bit when the maid had so clearly had a pocket?
That maid didn't work for his family anymore. HyukJae's questions had been avoided and put off, but it hadn't taken long for another maid to let it slip that Princess HyukJae wasn't so much of a princess without a pocket. The questions became more and more dangerous, and eventually the young boy had made the connection - princesses had pockets, so people with dangly bits... were princes.
His parents had locked him in the tower only two days later, shortly before his eighth birthday. The only door had been bricked up, the only connection remaining between the small masculine princess and the world being a small basket that could be raised and dropped at will. HyukJae once considered riding this basket to the bottom, and escaping off into the world, but... he wasn't stupid. He knew the basket was far too small to support him, and that should he try it, he'd plummet to his death.
So he remained in the tower, year after year, sadly waiting for the day when his parents would find a trustworthy magician to take away his dangly bit and make him into the proper princess he was meant to be, but somehow didn't want to be anymore. His only hope to remain a boy rested on the shoulders of a person foolish enough to try and invade his tower. The letters he tossed from the window were fruitless; many were retrieved by palace guards and given directly to the king, who burned them. It hadn't taken them long to stop sending up paper and ink for him to write with; after a short while, only new dresses and food had come up in the basket. He was always unhappy to find the colourful swaths of cloth in the basket.
HyukJae walked around naked most of the time.
Long years turned into each other, and eventually well over a decade had passed. Princess HyukJae had grown well; he'd become tall and slender and would've made a rather lovely young man, were he allowed. The only thing that wasn't particularly 'manly' about his appearance was his hair. Scissors and other sharp objects weren't available to him in his tower, for fear he'd alter his dresses into more masculine wear or, Shisus forbid, attempt to take his own life out of loneliness. With nobody able to come up to cut his hair when it needed it, his already long hair had simply continued to grow. By some miracle, or perhaps curse, the young man's hair was rather thick, and hadn't seemed to reach a terminal length in all his years in captivity.
The result was very heavy, very long hair that HyukJae was constantly untangling or getting caught on things. Frustration had him ripping dresses apart by hand to make hairbands, but even that didn't help most of the time. It was all the sad young man could do to keep from throwing himself bodily from the window.
It wasn't until his twentieth year that something finally happened. His father had passed years before, though the news had not been passed on to him. His mother ruled the kingdom with a quiet hand, doing her best while maintaining a small search for a sorcerer. HyukJae was having a quiet day, sitting on a stool by the window and occasionally tossing small, colourful scraps from a dismantled frock from the window and watching them lazily spin toward the ground. He was watching a bright pink swatch flutter downward, and trying to figure out where it would land, when a person appeared beneath his tower. The dark-haired youth seemed to be confused by the bits of cloth already littering the ground.
He was even more confused when the pink scrap landed on his head. It didn't occur to HyukJae that the boy would look up, and thus he was still hanging out of the window when their eyes met; though it was a bit cold that day, he'd still chosen to not wear the frilly dresses, and he almost swore that even from this height, he could see the young man's face turning bright red at the sight of his bare shoulders.
"Young miss!" the boy called out, immediately turning his head to avert his eyes somewhere else. HyukJae sighed, fingers running through his tangled hair as he peered down. Obviously this man believed the tales his parents had told, and thought that even looking at HyukJae would bring on some horrible disease. He made to draw back inside. "Young miss, what are you doing up there?"
Pause. Rewind. Had the boy just... HyukJae leaned out the window again, noting that the eyes once more moved to not see him.
"Just a moment," he called down, ducking back inside. He chose the least offensively coloured thing he could find, and was glad that he'd savagely removed all frills from it when it had been sent up. The young man pulled it over his head, biting back an annoyed grunt when it settled over his narrow hips just right. He gave said hips a gentle thrust, as if in defiance against what was now covering them, before scampering back to the window, hands working to pull his long hair free from his clothes. "Uhm. Hello."
The man's confusion was evident. "...Hello."
A rather awkward silence followed. HyukJae fiddled a bit with his hair, unsure of what to say or do; twelve years of being locked up in a tower by himself meant that he had very little in the way of social skills. And the fellow on the ground just seemed... well, odd. He was, after all, standing under the tower that everyone in the kingdom of Anchovia had been told to avoid.
HyukJae decided it was worth a shot.
"I'm the princess of this kingdom," he called down, voice catching slightly. It had grown deeper over the years, more masculine, and he was sure the boy would hear it and walk away immediately. However, the young man remained below, and HyukJae took a deep breath before continuing, his mind making up little white lies as he went. "I've been imprisoned up here for many years, waiting for some kind soul to come and release me. My father locked me here to hide me from everyone."
The young man's expression changed from confusion to something akin to worry, and HyukJae immediately felt despair in his stomach. He'd been found out, he knew it. The boy was going to run screaming, and leave him here, and he would have to wait for ages for someone else to come by.
He was doomed to end his life with a pocket, or spend it locked in this damn tower.
“How... how do I...” The young man was frowning up at him. And not running away. “I’m Prince DongHae, from the Kingdom Tonga. I don’t know what circumstances brought your father to lock you up there, Miss... but I’ll try my hardest to figure out how to release you.”
Surely HyukJae was hallucinating. Donghae continued to stare up at him, as if waiting for approval to rescue him from this hellhole. The princess stared right back, eyes wide and buggy, almost afraid to nod in case the prince decided to laugh and reveal his offer as a joke. But when he nodded, the prince smiled.
Smiled. HyukJae’s heart jumped a bit.
“Do you have a rope up there, fair princess?” He called up. “I’ve nothing on my person that’s long enough to throw up to you...”
The princess shook his head, long hair impeding the movement. “I don’t have anything that’s-”
...actually...
“Are you going to climb up?” He bit his lip, looking at his arms. While they were as strong as he supposed they could be, he wasn’t quite sure he could climb down himself. And it would be useless to try and climb down the way he was considering... “I can’t climb down right now, but if you climb up... then you could...”
How was he going to explain this?
“I’m going to toss something down to you. Just climb it.”
Donghae frowned. “But Princess, why don’t you climb down, and if you fall, I could catch you?”
HyukJae groaned. “Look, just... just do it, okay? You’ll get it in a minute.”
With that, he withdrew back into the tower and began gathering his horribly long hair together. It would take ages to make it into something Donghae could climb, but when he reached the top... well if he didn’t freak out upon finding out that the princess had a dangly bit, he could cut it off, and they could secure it to something and both could climb back down.
He started braiding. Every so often, he would stick his head out the window and assure DongHae that he shouldn’t leave, and that it would only take a little longer to finish what he was doing, and that no, he wasn’t going to kill him when he reached the top. Why would he do that when he’d waited so long for someone to save him?
The Prince of Tonga wasn’t all that bright, was he.
It was almost dark by the time he’d reached the ends of his strands. Nimble fingers hurriedly finished the long braid, and he tied a ribbon around the end to secure it. Taking a deep breath, he gathered the long yards of hair into his arms and stepped to the window once again.
DongHae had fallen asleep. HyukJae pouted a little bit, considering what to do. How did one wake a sleeping prince?
Grinning, he tossed the long braid from the window’s ledge, and watched as it unwound, plummeting toward the ground before it thwacked DongHae right on the top of the head.
“Yah! Time to wake up!”
DongHae let out a strangled shout and leapt to his feet, hand immediately flying to his hip to grab his sword, and HyukJae laughed. As soon as the prince was sure he wasn’t under attack by anything, anything sentient that was, he pushed the sword back into the scabbard and looked up.
“Princess, what... what is this?” He asked loudly, fingers running through the thick braid that dangled in front of him. He gave a gentle tug, and HyukJae resisted the urge to tug back. “Is this your hair, fair lady?!”
HyukJae was sorely pressed to not correct the gender issue.
“It is. Use it to climb up, and then when you’ve reached the top, you can cut it off of me and we can both use it to climb down.” He nodded, and the ‘rope’ bounced along with his head. “I’ve nothing else that can be used.”
“If you’re... sure...” DongHae sounded as if he had his doubts about this plan, but his hands gripped the hair rope obediently, and he turned his face up toward the captive princess. “Are you quite ready?”
Another nod, and DongHae set a foot against the wall and pulled himself up off the ground.
He didn’t get very far, and immediately set his feet back on the ground at the sound of HyukJae’s shriek.
“Damnit damnit stop stop stop!” the princess shouted down. “FUCK that hurts!”
DongHae attempted once more to use it as a rope, just in case the princess wasn’t talking to him. Because, you know, who really knew what was going on up in that tower.
“Stop! Fuck, stop it DongHae!” Now he was sure he was being spoken to, and he once more set his feet down. “You’re pulling it out by the roots, dear fucking god!”
He was suddenly doubting his princess rescue mission. Fingers let go of the rope completely, and he looked dubiously up at the pottymouthed royal that was staring down at him.
“How do you want me to get up there, then?”
“Find a fucking ladder, I don’t know!”
DongHae did indeed go to find a ladder. When he returned with one, and set it up against the tower, HyukJae sighed in relief and immediately climbed onto it from his window, pulling the skirt of his dress around him protectively in case DongHae was looking upward. Just because he was a prince, didn’t mean he couldn’t also be a peeping tom. It took him a few minutes to reach the bottom.
Where a rather horrified DongHae waited. It took him several hours to explain to his father, upon reaching his homeland, just why he had a man in a dress with him. But Princess HyukJae had been saved, and thus lived happily ever after in the land of Tonga, dangly bit intact.
DongHae lived a little less happily ever after...for obvious reasons.
...hi. lol. I apologise for nothing.