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manikas-whims · 3 years

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okay your Green Arrow X Kanej AU is amazing. I absolutely love the idea of Inej being the hooded vigilante and Kaz as her hacker partner

but if not fic, can you at least write some headcanons, I'm dying!!! Arrow was my shit back in 2014!

Okay! So here we go..

since I'm writing proper headcanons, I'll change Inej's vigilante name from Green Arrow to "Wraith" and make other plot changes as i feel like..:)

Tagging @kanejweek

under Day 4: Corrupted Ambition

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Kanej Vigilante AU Headcanons

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• It all started when 19 yo Inej Ghafa was out on a cruise with her parents after a big success in the business workings of the Ghafa Industries

• On around the 3rd day of cruise, due to a heavy storm, a shipwreck occurs

• Inej gets separated in the chaos and wakes up one morning to find herself ashore an unknown island.

• For days she wanders, having lived a life of luxury and love under the care of her parents, she believes she won't survive long.

Then several days later, when she's on the brink of passing out, a strange man finds her. He takes her to his hideout and offers her potable water (unlike the sea water on the shores) and also some fruits from the island.

At first she's cautious and keeps her distance but slowly comes to trust this man.

• The man trains her in survival skills and to her surprise, even teaches her some combat skills. She doesn't know which one cause she's unfamiliar with martial arts.

Finally the man teaches her using his makeshift weapons. And she finds she really enjoys using knives 🔪 and bow & arrows 🏹

﹏ time skip: 5 years later ﹏

• Inej is praying before the grave of the strange man who is now dead (due to mysterious reasons).

• She sees an airplane passing over the island. She burns a big stack of dead leaves & animal dung.

The plane spots the fire and then helps her get back. Someone on the plane recognizes her as the young heiress to the Ghafa Industries.

• Turns out she is the only one who was lucky enough to survive. There were no bodies discovered of her parents after the shipwreck.

• She is sent back to her home to live with her immediate aunt (from her father's side) and it takes her a few weeks to adjust.

• Meanwhile the news about her return is all over media. But her aunt protects her from any interviews.

• A Return Party is held for her where she reunites with her college bestfriend Nina Zenik.

• There's lots of hugs and crying and catching up to do. Nina has become well-known Fashion Designer.

• Ghafa Industries is currently being run by her father's former business partner Per Haskell.

Haskell doesn't hand over any authority to her as he believes a girl who'd been assumed dead for 5 years, isn't in the right state of mind to run a company.

But Inej doesn't trust Haskell at all. In fact, the more she encounters him, the more she begins to think the whole shipwreck was a planned thing to eradicate her family and gain ownership of Ghafa Industries.

• She decides to snoop around a bit into her parents' mansion and also at Haskell's home. And with the skills she's acquired under training from that man from the island, its pretty easy for her to scale walls and disappear like a ghost.

• She finds an old diary with her father's initials on it and takes it back home.

• The entire diary is full of a long list of names of people from other famous corporations. And she has no idea what this means.

• So left at a dead end and kinda bummed, she has no idea where to look or what should be her next step.

Thats when Nina Zenik pops up!

• Nina drops by at night and after some drinks and a batch of waffles, Inej ends up telling her (only vaguely) that she needs help figuring out some information because she doesn't trust Haskell.

• Nina nods and begins ranting about how shady Haskell seems.

Then Nina looks around as if to check no one is listening, and whispers, "You should totally see Dirtyhands."

"Who's Dirtyhands?" Inej is confused.

"He's a well-known hacker, a thief of secrets! I took his help a year ago to spy on my ex. That's how I discovered she was cheating!"

Inej rolls her eyes. "Are you sure this guy can actually help me?"

"There's no harm trying." Nina shrugs and picks up her phone.

Inej's phone buzzes the message tone as Nina sends her a name and address.

Inej eyes widen a little. "You can't be serious."

"I am." Nina winks. "He just likes to keep a low-profile by working at company's with a good reputation."

﹏ next morning ﹏

• Inej is still unsure because the details Nina had sent her last night belonged to an employee of the Ghafa Industries itself.

• She takes a breath and walks into the building that her parents had worked hard on from scratch.

• The receptionist immediately recognizes her and says, "Let me call your Uncle Mr. Haskell-"

"No need to disturb him." Inej says hurriedly and instead asks about the person Nina had sent her to see.

• With the details, Inej steps into the lift and stops on the 6th Floor: IT Section

• She searches around a bit and finally finds his room.

• She walks in and a guy clad in a casual black button-up and pants instantly turns around at the noise.

• "Umm..Kaz Brekker?" Inej begins. "I'm—"

"Inej Ghafa." the guy says curtly, his voice a brush of stone against stone. "That rich girl who has come back from the dead. Everyone knows who you are!"

Inej nods tensely. "Okay I need your help."

"Did Haskell send you here?"

"No, I don't need permission from Uncle Haskell to see anyone from my parents company!" she answers in frustration.

"In that case, there should'nt be any issues if I just call up your Uncle and ask him before helping y—"

"Dirtyhands!" she yells quickly and now he tenses.

His calm demeanor changes and he narrows his eyes on her. "How do you know that alias?"

"I have my sources." She answers as coolly as she can.

• Kaz Brekker looks around in thought for a moment. "Okay I'll help you but what do I get in return?"

"Anything within my reach." She says in annoyance.

"Anything?" He asks with raised brows, mischief glimmering in his coffee brown eyes.

Inej feels as if she's getting pulled into some kind of trap but agrees with a nod in the end.

"The deal is the deal." He says, bringing out his palm to her. They shake hands.

• Inej pulls out her father's diary from her jacket and gives him the first name from the long list. "Look up this guy and find everything on him. Even the darkest details."

Kaz gives her a suspicious look. "You're upto something bad."

"Just do as I say, we made a deal!"

He sighs but begins searching up, glancing occasionally at the door to make sure no one else walks in.

• Within two minutes he's done.

"Your guy is loaded like you." He comments, then adds in a quite voice. "He's also involved in illegal sales of weapons around the city."

• Inej just nods. "Thank you. What do you want in return?"

Kaz leans back in his chair and shrugs. "I'll think about it and tell you."

She nods again and motions to leave.

"What if I disclose our conversation to someone?" He asks just as she's at the door.

She turns, her grin threatening. "Then I'll just disclose the famous hacker Dirtyhands' identity."

His lips curve down in silent defeat. She leaves.

*thats all for now! Since it was getting too long. Let me know anon if you want a continuation of how Inej's first task as the vigilante Wraith ensues..And how Kaz gets tangled in it 😉

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#kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kanej week 2021 #vigilante au #six of crows #kanej headcanon #soc headcanon #kanej au #soc au #kanej aesthetic #kanej moodboard

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atiny-piratequeen · 4 years

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Character Analysis: Song Mingi, the ‘Wind Whisperer’

Languages: English, Japanese (Post Transformation), Korean (Modern Day), French (Modern Day), Spanish, Sign Language (ESL, JSL, KSL, LSL, LSE-Modern Day)

Crew Position: Boatswain

Powers: Aerokinesis/Air (Inherited from Japanese God, Fujin)

Compass Position + Arrowpoint Stone: South Eastern, located under his collarbone, Crystal Opal

Eye Color: Brown (Natural)/ Violet (Demonic Form)

Hair Color: Brunette (Natural)/ Crimson (Demonic Form)

Piercings: Prince Albert (Modern Day)

Likes: Praise, Successful Snatches, Orange Juice, Crafting Presents for Friends and Family, Reading Stories With the Crew

Dislikes: Bella Rose, Manipulative People, Mean-Spirited People, Being Left Alone

*The above image of Demonic Mingi is a commissioned piece from @seonghwea and is not to be taken out of this moodboard. Reposting isn’t cute, if I find this piece anywhere besides on Atlas’ blog and here in this moodboard, we WILL file a dmca. Don’t be an asshole :)

Mingi.

An unfortunate child, with a heart of gold. Raised amongst a poor band of thieves, but still finding a family worth more than even the finest diamonds. A child raised around the honey and warmth of a found family.

Until the day poison began to seep into his life in the form of a little girl with a wicked smile.

Not even the smiles of his precious baby sister can stave off the looming force of negativity known as Bella Rose.

Boatswain Song Mingi.

The sails fly high above the heads of the members of the formidable Utopia. Reliable, sturdy, innocent, and strong. Despite his inexperience, the crew looks towards him for guidance on affairs regarding cargo and other crew members.

A loyal and hard worker, none of the crew members are opposed to following behind their boatswain. They sing a hearty shanty together, passing barrels to and fro under his leadership.

Something about orange juice, but no one seems to mind too much, as long as their boatswain keeps that smile on his face.

-Mythology-

Feared and respected are the brothers of the storm. The lightning, Raijin, and the wind, Fujin.

Fujin, an unruly force of nature, is often depicted with messy, wind swept curls and an intimidating snarl. Upon his back is a bag of winds, which is the source of his power. He rides upon a nimbus cloud and can devastate the lands below just as easily as he can aid humanity.

For all of the lost life that comes from typhoons, at times, the wind is on the side of Fujin’s people. Such a case would be an instance in the 1200s, when the invading Mongol fleet was devastated by a horrible wind storm. Sometimes, the helpful storm is attributed to Fujin’s divine intervention.

From a gentle summer breeze to a volatile tornado, Fujin is the god behind it all.

-Power Applications/Demon Transformation-

Upon fully using his powers, Mingi’s hair bleeds into a deep crimson color. His eyes shift into a dark violet tone and a shining, glittering cloud-like mark appears on his cheek. The mark glitters in the light, and the more Mingi uses his powers, the more you can see the hues of color within the gem swirl around within the mark.

Despite being a Boatswain, not a Navigator or Sailing Master, Mingi still uses his powers for the crew’s ocean exploration. Alongside Hongjoong pushing Utopia with strong waves, Mingi puts the wind in her sails, speeding up their journey and cutting their trips down to over half the time it would take for them to sail places.

The force of Mingi’s wind can change, from a light breeze to vicious typhoon or tornado force winds. Though he is one of the more combative of the men when it comes to using his powers, Mingi doesn’t have a particularly organized style of fighting.

What he lacks combative style, he makes up for it in sheer force and power. Mingi plays strong offensive support in group fights and will use his winds to either push or pull enemies closer to the others. Out of the eight of them, sans Hongjoong, Mingi has the farthest reach with his powers.

He is also one of the mobile members, using the force of his winds to fly through the air and close the distance on long-range enemies. His powers work better when there is some space between them, as it does take a bit for him to muster up the winds for them to be useful in attacks. If he’s interrupted when gathering the winds-specifically before a wind storm-he’ll have to start all over again, but if he manages to stop one, him summoning more or being attacked won’t detract away from the first initial storm.

Ideally, Mingi fights better with an even, level field to fight on, as too many obstacles on a battlefield will break some of the force of the winds and lessen the damage he can cause. Mingi may not be a trained fighter like Seonghwa, Jongho, or Yunho, but he knows how to use his size to his advantage, and can hold his own fairly well in a hand to hand fight.

-Character Song Breakdown-

All of the main boys have a song assigned to them in the AtT playlist to go alongside their origin chapters. Mingi’s character song is Never Be Like You by Crywolf. He also has another song that strongly relates to him so I’ll share some lyrics from the other song as well, Masochist by Matt Van.

Both songs feal with Mingi’s near suffocating anxiety and his loss of self-worth as a result of Bella Rose’s constant torment.

‘What I would do to take away this fear of being loved

Allegiance to the pain

Now I'm fucked up and I'm missing you

I swear she'll never be like you

I would give anything to change this fickle-minded heart

That loves fake shiny things

Now I'm fucked up and I'm missing you

I swear she'll never be like you’

Originally this song is intended to be for a man pleading for forgiveness from an ex-lover, but I decided to use the hurt from the lyrics to change the meaning to apply to Mingi. His fear of being loved, stemming from Bella’s verbal and emotional abuse, is something we follow throughout his time with the pirates aboard the utopia.

Mingi was raised to be a pickpocket, and that ties in for his love for ‘fake shiny things’. While with the crew and battling with himself, Mingi has to convince himself to accept the good feelings he receives from the others around him and how they’ll never be like Bella Rose. She, though deceased at the time of him joining the crew, will never be like them, either.

‘Stop looking at me with those eyes

Like I could disappear and you wouldn't care why

Now I'm fucked up and I'm missing you’

Throughout their time together, Bella Rose makes it abundantly clear she only ‘cares’ for Mingi during the times she needs or wants his aid for something. Mingi also has issues making and keeping eye contact from time to time, as a result of his trauma.

‘I'm only human. Can't you see?

I made, I made a mistake

Please just look me in my face

Tell me everything's okay

I'm only human. Can't you see?’

To wrap this up, I’ll share some lines from Masochist that share the same sentiment and message as the song we’ve just gone over.

‘As long as I'm not myself

I think I'll be safe, yeah

What am I looking for

In this state between love and war

Am I chasing a chemical

That just leaves me wanting more

And is there a difference

Between truth and happiness

If ignorance is bliss

To the emotional masochist’

‘We can go pretty far

If you wanted

'Cause I know it's not your thing

To stay in one place, yeah

I can be what you want

I can be anything

As long as I'm not in love

I think I'll be safe’

-Character Blurb-

“Slowly.”

“I can’t-”

“If you say you can’t one more time, I’ll tell Yeosang to never give you any oranges ever again.”

Mingi sat up straighter, frowning as he looked down at the paper in his hands. Seonghwa sat across from him. His long legs crossed as he watched Mingi. It was his turn to tutor the boatswain for the week and Mingi felt small under his steel gaze. With a shaky breath, he scanned the paper.

“Read it.”

“I am, I swear-”

“Aloud.”

Mingi pursed his lips, startling when Seonghwa crossed the room, leaning into his space. Mingi shied away, but Seonghwa followed, catching his chin between his fingers. He tilted his head and smiled, and Mingi felt his heart stutter.

“You can do it, and I promise it’ll be worth it when you do. Read it, please.”

Mingi blushed and smiled as Seonghwa placed an encouraging kiss to his nose before pulling him away, giving him some space.

“O-one cup…” he squinted at the page before perking. He knew that word. He’d seen it before in the galley while working with Yeosang.

“Sugar! It’s sugar!” Seonghwa smiled from beside him, carding long fingers through tousled brunette hair before nodding.

“Excellent.” He placed a rewarding kiss on his lips. “Continue.”

One by one, Mingi slowly read the list of things on the paper, each time encouraged by Seonghwa’s gentle purred praises or a small compliment in that accent they all loved so much.

Milk. Cinnamon. Nutmeg. Vanilla. Coconut.

When he finished, he tilted his head, blinking.

“Is...this a recipe?”

Seonghwa’s lips quirked before he nodded.

“It sure is, meu amado. Yeosang picked up a book on Caribbean desserts at the last port and he wanted to make you something. Toto, I believe it was?”

Mingi’s eyes lit up as he perked, looking at Seonghwa like an overgrown puppy. If he squinted, the ex prince could swear he could see a tail wagging back there. He chuckled and kissed him, nodding towards the door.

“Let’s get you something to eat to celebrate.” he hummed. Mingi nodded and took off like a shot, smiling ear to ear as he raced down to the galley, joy erupting in his chest at the scent of vanilla and coconut that flooded the inside of the ship.

He’s never felt so at home.

-M.List-

#fie writes #att analysis #att character analysis #mingi #long post #happy mingi day!

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springday-aus · 4 years

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Disney Prince!AU with Bambam

★ Bambam as Disney’s Prince Naveen ★

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Group: GOT7

Member: Bambam / Kunpimook Bhuwakul

Other Characters: rich girl!Lisa (Blackpink)

Genre: romance

part of the Disney Prince series

Type: Bulletpoint AU

Word Count: 2.8k

I don’t wanna say Bambam in the prince of Thailand in this au

but also hmm

anyways Bambam is a prince

of whatever country you believe him to be

so he kind of has a bad rep…….

like yeah, he’s handsome

(practically the one of the most handsome in the country bc have you SEEN him??)

but there are three main reasons why he’s got a bad rep around the country

the first one being that he has a really bad spending habit

just take a look at his wardrobe

he spends so much money on his appearances that his closest is the largest in the mansion

(the maids say it could be his second bedroom bc there’s a literal couch in it)

remember how London Tipton had that “wear a day, throw it away” phrase?

yeah

that’s basically Bambam, only he just…….hoards it in his closet

Bambam: “just in case I need that outfit another day, some day”

cue assistant!Jinyoung rolling his eyes behind Bambam

Jinyoung: this dumbass

Jinyoung: “yes sir, we will save it for another day” :)

the second reason being that he’s also known to throw lots of wild parties

so he spends a lot of money on catering, entertainment, clean-up and such

ironically enough, it’s not one of those like “royalty only” parties

bc that’s boring

so literally anyone and everyone is invited

and that means anything and everything can happen in the mansion

ofc he’s aware of robbers and stuff so there are guards at every door

this leads the last and final reason of his bad rep: how much of a flirt of he is

while there are guards at every door, basically anyone attractive is allowed in

like omg his boy literally can not be tied down

or as he would say

Bambam: “there are plenty of fireflies in the swamp”

Yugyeom: “isn’t it ‘there’s plenty of fish in the sea’?”

Jinyoung: “ignore him, let the stupidity rampage”

Yugyeom: “you are evil oh my god”

anyways, despite all of this

he really is a good guy

and even the mansion servants are aware of this

it’s just that…. he’s not the first in line for the throne

he’s got two older brothers and they’re fighting enough for the throne and getting involved with the mix is just………… a lot

so he doesn’t really have the whole responsibility of a royal

but he’s got a lot of press on his back and that’s kind of where the bad rep comes in view of the public

while he does have that image, there is another side of him others know

he’s very compassionate, so he donates a lot to charities

especially for children who are interested in the arts

because he’s got a huge passion for the arts himself

honestly music is kind of one of the only things he really loves in life

but he doesn’t really have enough motivation for it bc of the whole royal thing

so he keeps it as a hobby

anyways, this is the most important bc this combination of music and flirtation is what leads to his doom

for two reasons: his parents cut him off and this is what leads the witch doctor to seek revenge

so after all this ridiculous spending on his clothes and parties and all his flirtations, but no commitment

his parents couldn’t take it any further and decided to cut him off to make him less dependent and learn the value of money

just because he lost the money aspect to him didn’t mean he lost his charm

so the flirtations were kicked up a notch

well not really

he was playing the ukulele on the street and caught the attention of many ladies

bc it’s the handsome prince playing in public duh

one of those ladies being the partner of a very powerful witch doctor

……… well, former partner…….

bc said partner left him after talking to Bambam…………

so what does the witch doctor do?

he does what he does best and sets out for revenge

he lures Bambam in, telling him his fortune and all that good stuff

Bambam is allured

but next thing he knows, there’s smoke and he’s surrounded by spirits

and everything has been enlarged

so where do you come in?

when Bambam had his parent’s’ money, there was one mall he loved to visit the most

that mall is so boujee that it’s the size of an airport

he didn’t even buy from some places, others gave them as gifts bc it would be advertised or something

(the whole press thing on him bc he’s not a “perfect” royal is seen as an advantage for these businesses)

anyways, you work as a server in a couple of the restaurants that’s in the mall

one for the days and one for the nights

so you work part time in a cafe for the mornings and mid afternoons

and a bar for the evenings

so you practically live in the mall

and that means seeing Bambam often

each time he comes and goes, there’s a wave of people who chase after him and you can’t do anything more than roll your eyes at him

while you haven’t met him in person, you’ve figured out what type of person he is

just another guy who thinks he can buy his way into anything

he’s clearly never worked a day in his life and he’ll never know the meaning behind hard work

you? you’ve been working since you were 15 to save enough money to open up your own bakery

tonight, you were at a childhood friend’s palace

that’s right, a palace—Lisa threw a party and asked for you to cater it, especially since there was a very special someone coming (a possible suitor)

(and she paid you too so)

you were in her room, as she was putting on her third outfit of the night and touching up her makeup

she suggested you dress up too, so you were left alone in her room and while she danced on the ballroom floor

you were upstairs, gazing up at the stars

remembering your childhood memories with Lisa

Lisa: “if you make a wish on the evening star, it’s sure to come true”

feeling rather nostalgic, you do it—with no actual hope anything’s going to happen

You: “I cannot believe I’m going this”

you close your eyes and wish and pray and hope that you are able to achieve your dreams

but when you open them……………

there’s a frog

You: “very. funny.”

you turn to the little frog on the rail, tilting your head

You: “I reckon you want a kiss?”

Bambam: “kissing would be nice”

**chaos ensues**

let’s just say, you’re glad Lisa has a maid—but you also feel sorry for the person who has to clean the mess you made

Bambam, on the other hand, is running for his life

and managed to avoid the following: rolled up magazines, verryyyy thick books, a straightening iron, a curling iron, and some thigh high boots of Lisa’s that you grabbed from the corner

Bambam: “you have a really strong arm—aaAAH sTOP IT”

You: “STAY BACK”

there’s a couple of minutes at a standstill, where Bambam remains on the vanity and you were trying to understand what was happening

You: “okay, okay, I’m fine, everything is fine and this is not happening”

Bambam: “oh this is happening”

You: “SHUT IT”

and this led to another process and it wasn’t until five minutes later and an airbag for you to acknowledge the frog in the room

You: “who and what are you?”

Bambam: “I am Prince Bambam”

You: “I don’t believe it”

Bambam: “how can I prove it?”

You: “okay, okay—let’s just say for hypothetical reasons, you ARE Bambam”

You: “why are you a frog and why are you here of all places?”

Bambam: “I may or may not have gotten involved with a witch doctor….”

You: “you mean to tell me you got into this mess bc you were messing with the shadow man???”

Bambam: “he was very charismatic”

You: “this is what I get for wishing on stars; the only way you can get something is through hard work”

Bambam: “why would you want to work harder? that’s just more—ANYWAYS, I’m getting off track”

Bambam: “I need your help”

You: “why should I help you?”

Bambam: “I’ll be your genie in a bottle—do you have any wishes?”

You: this fool just quoted Christina Aguilera

and that’s when you remember: your restaurant

you just said that you should work hard for it

and you’re almost there

you really can just turn this all down and let him suffer

but you look into his eyes and……… this poor guy is just suffering and deep down, you would feel really bad about turning away from him

so…. that’s when you agree to help him

You: “I think I know someone who might be able to help”

you call up a favor from a friend, who has a cousin, and that cousin knows a classmate who is interested in voodoo

turns out the only other witch doctor lives in the woods somewhere

“her name is Mama Odi”

you get some directions, but there’s also a hint of uncertainty from your source

You: “you’re telling me, I’m gambling my way through the woods”

Bambam: “it’ll be like an adventure—it’ll be fun”

You: “oh my god”

so you two venture together for a weekend? trip

he’s like a little pet

along the way, you both talk

and like really talk about things

one night, the stars were out and he was talking about his old life

You: “do you miss the money?”

Bambam: “of course I miss the money, but the money…. kept me company”

You: “you think you can just buy people to like you?”

Bambam: “when you’re royalty…….. everyone wants something from you”

Bambam: “isn’t that why you’re helping me”

You: “truth? half”

Bambam: “then what’s the other half?”

You: “empathy—while I don’t like you, I’m not evil”

You: “I don’t have ill wishes on anyone”

Bambam: “so, what is your wish?”

You: “my wish, my hope, my dreams is to own my own bakery or cafe—it was a wish of my grandma’s but…”

Bambam: “but what?”

You: “she died before she could make it happen and with my parents, I can’t burden them with my own dreams—they support me and encourage me, but they can’t help me”

Bambam: “that’s better than what I was raised with—I depended too much on mine”

Bambam: “there are servants to do everything for you: drive you, wash you, brush your teeth—while I admit it’s a charmed life…….. when they cut me off… I realized that I don’t know how to do anything”

You: “everyone has their own time to find strengths and maybe you just need more time to find yours”

the rest of the journey is kind of like this and you kind of just forget you got a lil frog prince on your shoulder

eventually, you get to the center of the large ass forest and there’s an old treehouse but it’s also completely huge

and there’s some old lady on the side and you and Bambam are like what the fuck

she takes you in and gives you some tea and gumbo from a tub that you are unsure whether you should trust or not

and then Bambam just bursts

Bambam: “hey, this is great and all, but I’M A FROG”

Mama Odi: “you need to dig a little deeper and you’ll find everything you need”

Bambam: “what we want and what we need are the same thing, no?”

Mama Odi: “the same thin—no!”

You: “so, what do we do?”

Mama Odi: “technically in the olden times, you would need a princess, but times have changed”

You: “what does that mean for the present?”

Mama Odi: “a kiss would have been fine”

You: “what?”

Mama Odi: “a kiss breaks the spell”

she kind of just let y’all go after that

so you two were on your way back and trying to figure out what should happen then

and you just kind of talk

Bambam: “if you’d just kissed me that night we met….”

You: oh my god

You: “I would really to like to help you but I… do NOT kiss frogs”

Bambam: “but, on the balcony, you asked me”

You: “I didn’t expect you to answer”

Bambam: “(Y/N), please”

Bambam: “it’s me—you’re my only hope”

You: “..... just one kiss”

Bambam: “unless you beg for more”

You: “don’t make me regret this before I even do anything”

Bambam: “sorry, sorry”

and so you do what you thought you would never do

and kiss a frog

he transforms back and you head your way back together…… as humans

the trip back was nearly the same as the trip there, but……. something’s different

(other than the fact that you kissed him)

you can see the emotions on his face, read how he’s feeling

you def caught feelings, but……. how does the living casanova feel about you?

Bambam hasn’t felt this vulnerable with anyone before

he feels…. different

but like a good different

the thing is, you don’t know this—so when you get back to the city, you expected to part in different ways…………

he asks his parents for a favor, begs them to help you out

and they’re shocked, at the least to how he’s acting

so they make a deal………

they’ll pay you for your troubles and he has to get a job

so he gets the money to you and you get your dream

for a bit, it feels right but………. something’s missing

and then you realize what it is

just when you’re about to move on from the whole endeavor, he gets a job…………….

at YOUR new bakery

the press got a whole field day when they saw him working there

so hey free publicity

so the friendship continued, with the both of you taking your breaks together and such

it’s cute

Jinyoung is just confused about the whole thing that it’s kind of just hilarious

Jinyoung: “what happened to you that weekend?”

Bambam: “you don’t need to know”

Jinyoung: “yes, I do—it’s my business”

fun fact: you get along with Jinyoung really well bc you have a realistic sense of things and your patience is amazing

(considering that you work with Bambam)

so what changes between y’all?

on day, you were on your lunch and you were both enjoying a meal together in one of the back rooms

and you ask the question you didn’t dare to ask before

You: “why are you working? I thought you were going to try to do music”

Bambam: “you’ve inspired me…. I want to help you with your dream”

You: “you don’t have to”

Bambam: “yes, I do”

Bambam: “I have to do something to impress you”

You: “why would you need to impress me?”

Bambam: “because you’re amazing and I really like you”

You: “what”

and thus begins a beautiful relationship

omg, I need to say this—his contact in your phone is My Frog Prince

no one else except you and Bambam understand it

(also Yugyeom bc he’s Bambam’s best friend, but you don’t have to know that)

moving on

you two complement each other—making one another better than you were before

Bambam learned what hard work actually does and its impact, along with the importance of chasing your passion

with your encouragements and support, he was able to pursue music

there’s also love

each time he looks at you, he wants to be a better man for you

for your future together

you’ve learned to relax every once in a while—you haven’t really been able to do anything else when you started working and studying

you were able to learn a lot about yourself with your days off

another thing was self-love

Bambam made you realize how important confidence is

and the more time you spent together, the more time you were able to realize how that lack of confidence impacted you

you both are amazing in your own ways and you have each other to help realize that

anyways

Bambam is a very touchy lover and does not care who is watching

even if it’s in front of his parents

(you had to stop him from kissing you like twenty times)

Bambam: “one kiss isn’t enough!!!!”

You: “stOPPP”

**also you: not stopping him

anyways, you actually got to meet his parents

when you did meet them, they were immediately in love with you and the changes they were able to see with Bambam

he stopped getting so much attention from the press

gained more sense of responsibility

and he was able to be more independent, learn things on his own and do things on his own

honestly, you didn’t see much of a difference in him

to you, he’s the same flirty guy you’d met on Lisa’s balcony—he’s just more thoughtful with his actions………… most of the time

Bambam: “you know, (Y/N), we’re going to be here for a while, so we might as well get…… comfortable”

You: “keep your slimy self away from me”

Bambam: “you love my slimy self”

You: “ugh, don’t remind me”

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worryinglyinnocent · 5 years

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Fic: La Belle et La Bête

Summary: A beauty, a beast, and a fairy’s curse. It’s an old story, everyone knows it, but perhaps not as well as they think they do. Belle goes in search of a beast, and instead finds a very intriguing man.

Written for the @a-monthly-rumbelling moodboard prompt, available here.

Rated: G

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La Belle et La Bête

Everybody knows the old story, of course. The travelling merchant gets lost in the woods and chances upon the old haunted castle, the home of the beast.

In return for his hospitality, the beast demands the first thing that the merchant sees when he returns home.

The merchant makes the rest of his journey, and he hopes that his dog will run out of the house to greet him, or that the chickens will be pecking in the yard.

But no, alas, his beloved daughter is waiting in the lane for him, concerned by his longer than usual absence, and the merchant must tell her the price that needs to be paid. The beauty goes to the beast, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Except, it didn’t happen like that, for everyone forgets that this is a fairy tale, which means that fairies must be involved at some point, and of course, our world’s male-driven narratives would have us believe that the merchant’s daughter was a damsel who went to her fate meekly, terrified of the beast into whose lair she trod.

The truth of the matter is very different. The beauty was named Belle, and whilst she was certainly a gentle maiden who loved her books, she also knew her way around a dagger, and she had hunted other beasts in her time. She strode into the forest with her head held high, for what was one more beast after the other she had met in her lifetime?

Truth be told, she was glad to have an excuse to leave her small village. She was, after all, a beauty, and her hand was in high demand among the eligible young men of the village. All of them were hunters and fighters in their own right who would force her to give up her life of adventure and stay at home having babies for the rest of her life. Belle had no desire to become a broodmare for anyone, and she would make that clear to the beast once she arrived at the castle.

The castle was legendary among the villagers, with so many differing tales being spread about the beast that dwelled inside that no-one knew the truth. Even Belle’s father, who had met the dread creature, could not describe it. It had kept to the shadows all whilst he had been in the castle and had spoken only in whispers. Defeating this beast had long been talked of, long been mooted as the ultimate prize of any of the hunters, but not even the bravest had dared to venture into the forest and set their traps. The village elders had ruled that since the beast was not bothering them, it would be foolish indeed to bother it. Belle wondered that the uproar that would be created in the village if she were the one to tame the beast.

Belle had not counted on the fairies.

She first realised that something was amiss when she arrived at the dark castle. As she was looking up at the foreboding architecture, it seemed to shimmer in front of her. For a few moments, the castle became a homely cottage, with flowers around the door and sunlight streaming down through the trees. Then lightning flashed and thunder struck, and then castle was back. Curious, but determined not to be perturbed, Belle stepped inside the gates and made her way up the path. There were no lights burning in any of the castle’s many windows, despite the dingy surroundings, but she was not going to let that cow her. She had come across a mystery here, and she was going to get to the bottom of it if it was the last thing she did.

She knocked on the heavy wooden doors and they creaked open, leading onto a pitch-black hallway. Belle entered with an appropriate amount of caution, holding her hands out in front of her.

“Hello?” she called. “Is anyone there? My name is Belle, from the village of Avonlea. I’ve come as promised by my father, Maurice.”

“Ah.” The voice seemed to be coming from all directions at once, but Belle did not give it the satisfaction of looking around to find its source, instead just staring straight ahead of her and letting her eyes become accustomed to the dimness. As she adjusted, she could see the vague outlines of furniture. “You are the first thing that the flower merchant saw when he returned home, then?”

“Yes.” Belle paused. The voice now seemed to be coming from in front of her, and she could make out the silhouette of a man. Had he been the one to speak? Was he the beast’s servant? Surely he could not be the beast. She had always been led to believe that it was some hulking great brute, fanged and furry. This shape was small and slight.

“Why did you command such a price?” she asked. “It seems so haphazard as to the prize it will bring you.”

“Oh, it wasn’t me, dearie, it was the magic. The fairy’s curse demands this price. I am simply here to collect it.”

“A fairy?”

“I have not always been a beast. Nor has this castle always been a castle. Come, I will show you to your room.”

Belle thought about the flickering glimpse of a cottage that she had seen as she approached. Fairy magic would certainly explain it, although now she was even more confused than she had been before.

There was a finger snap and a ball of flame appeared, hovering in mid-air in front of her. It was balanced above a palm that seemed almost to glitter in the firelight, but Belle thought that it would not do to get ahead of herself. The ball of flame began to move away from her, and it was clear that she was supposed to follow.

“So, what happens now?” she asked. “What do you want me for, now that I am here?” The flame stopped suddenly, and Belle bumped into something solid. “Sorry.”

“It’s no matter. Truth be told, this has never happened before. I have no more idea as to what the curse wants any more than you do. All I know is that now you are here, here you must stay.”

“Forever?”

“Perhaps.”

Belle reached out to touch the hand holding the ball of flame. Now that she was closer, she could see that the slight sparkle to the skin was no illusion or trick of the light.

“Can I not see your face? If I’m to stay here for the rest of my life and know no-one else, can’t I at least know you?”

“You do not want to know a beast, dearie.”

“I have known many in my life already.” Belle thought of the young men of the village and their brutish ways. “I don’t think that you can be worse than any of them.”

“Very well. But remember that you cannot leave this place should my visage be displeasing to you.”

The light began to increase, and soon Belle was able to see the hallway in greater detail, including the man in front of her.

She didn’t know what she had been expecting from this beast, but it was certainly not what she saw. He was definitely a man, although his skin gave the appearance of being somewhat scaled, and his large eyes were a strange colour of yellowish grey, teeth dark and mossy.

“This is the result of a fairy’s curse?”

“Indeed.”

“What did you do to cause a fairy to curse you?”

“What cause do fairies need to do anything? They’re vicious creatures, loyal only to their own kind.” He paused, his head tilting on one side. “Is it very bad?”

Belle shook her head. “I would not call you a beast. Unusual, yes, but not a beast.”

The man nodded slowly. “I have never seen my face, you see. I can see my hands, I know how much I’m changed, but the mirror shows only the face I had before.”

He glanced over to his left, and Belle saw her own reflection in the glass. For a few moments, she was alone in the mirror, her companion’s image unseen, but then it rippled into view. He was a middle-aged man, with short greying hair and dark eyes. They were kind eyes, and as she looked back to the man in front of her, she could see the traces of that kindness in the otherwise unnatural eyes staring at her with unnerving stillness.

“I think you could still be found handsome, even now.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I doubt it, but since we are to dwell together in this cursed place, I won’t argue.”

He turned again, moving away from her, making to guide her to her room again. Everywhere she looked, Belle could see the traces of the old cottage attempting to break through into the castle and make themselves known. Odd beams of light slanted across the floor from windows that no longer existed, and the scent of fresh flowers came from no visible source.

Belle had read so many fairy stories in her time that she began to wonder.

“Since, as you said, we are to dwell together here, may I at least know your name? I’m Belle.”

“Yes, you said before.” There was a pregnant pause, the silence broken only by their footsteps. “My name is Rumpelstiltskin.”

They continued on in silence for a while longer.

“Have you ever tried to break this curse, Rumpelstiltskin?”

“How can I? I cannot leave the castle.”

Belle continued to wonder. Rumpelstiltskin could not leave the castle due to the curse, and it was the curse that had brought her here as the price it wished to extract. Perhaps that was its reasoning. Perhaps the entire reason that Belle was here was to break the curse. The fairy tales all did say that true love’s kiss could break any curse, and whilst Belle did not believe in love at first sight, it seemed that she and Rumpelstiltskin were going to have a lot of time to get to know each other.

Unseen by her companion, she smiled to herself. Perhaps this could be a classic tale after all.

#rumbelle fic #A Monthly Rumbelling #rumbelle #Belle French #Rumpelstiltskin #Fic: La Belle et La Bête

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dreams-of-writing-97 · 5 years

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DEAR FELLOW KPOP FANS

I’m going to be honest with you, this is not a work of fanfiction, an appreciation post, a moodboard, or anything like that, but please spare me a couple of minutes and read this until the end. I really need your help.

I’m an university student, taking a degree in Communication Sciences as of now. Currently, I’m taking a Journalism class, in which we have to write a news report about a theme of our choice. It’s a really big project and I have to get a good grade in it so I can pass the class. This report doesn’t have to be a story per say, it can be also about something we want to educate people on, for example. But it has to be a topic of importance nowadays.

And with this in mind, I thought about diving deeper into something I have liked a lot for some time now and that became a hot topic in the media since a few months ago: KPop.

I hope I can write something to educate people on this matter (since in my country this is not really a very talked about subject) and so for that, not only I want to gather information about the current most popular groups and the impact they have nowadays (also, making Korea’s music industry a lot more popular world wide), like BTS or BlackPink, but also about groups and artists that had an important role on making kpop what it is today, such as BoA, SNSD, Psy, BigBang and Wonder Girls. I’ll be analysing charts and album sales throught out the years, and talking to people about their experiences with this genre.

This is where I’ll need your help. For me to write such an ambicious report, it’s crucial to have people willing to share their thoughts and experiences with me. It won’t be something too complicated, I would just like to know things like:

How did you found kpop for the first time? What were your first thoughts on it? Did you get into the genre immediatly? Why? (if you answered the previous question negatively, what happened for you to change your mind and give it a chance?) First group/artist (or groups/artists) you considered your favourite(s) VS your favourite group(s)/artist(s) nowadays (and why are they your favourites, plus why it changed/why it stayed the same) Favourite kpop song and why? What were, for you, the events that ultimately contributed for KPop to be world wide known as it is today? Do you consider that Kpop is a well known genre in your country? Why?

In addiction, specially because of that last question, I would appreciatte it if you could tell me which country are you from, but you don’t have to tell me anything else regarding your location. Also, the conversations do not have to happen outside of Tumblr unless you want to, and those who choose so will have their testemony under a fake name. I might not be a journalist yet, but I am fully aware that sources are to be protected always.

Feel free to send me an ask or a direct message if you are interested in participating or if you want more information, either about me or the class and the project itself.

If you read this until the very end, thank you very much. And even if you don’t want to participate, please share this post, it would be a huge help already. Thanks again!

(I’ll also like to apologize for the groups I put in the tags, I just wanted this to reach as many people as possible and for that I wrote there the names of the groups that I think are the most popular here on tumblr. It really wasn’t my intention to upset anyone. Also, if you see any grammar or spelling mistakes, I’m really sorry as well. English is not my first language and mistakes can happen even if I pay attention.)

#journalism #communication #news #news report #kpop #kpop groups #music #university #writting #class #project #media #bts #exo #got7 #stray kids #seventeen #blackpink #red velvet #twice #nct #loona

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wackygoofball · 5 years

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Moodboard: Jaime x Brienne - Lord of the Rings AU

One would think that peace was finally agreed upon after the One Ring was cast into the fires from which it was born. And for a long time, Middle Earth was a place of peace and prosper. And yet, it did not last.

Lines that were believed to last a thousand years failed against the ravages of time, dried in the sand and gave rise to those driven by darker forces, by vanity, ambition, and a thirst for power.

The Targaryens assumed dominion after they discovered a way to tame one of the gravest calamities Middle Earth ever saw: dragons. They took over the city of Gondor quickly and continued their rule for many, many generations. Not all were bad kings and queens. Some were good. Some not so good. Some were worse. Far worse. And then, the Dance of the Dragons came to pass, which marked the ongoing decay of a family that had since grown too obsessed with the purity of its own blood. The dragons died, one by one, but the Targaryen’s power remained intact.

After that, the madness spread much faster, festered like an old wound, only fate deciding over it by no more than the flip of a coin, or so people started to believe.

Then Aerys Targaryen took the throne. Over time, he had his pyromancers develop an even worse weapon than the Fire of Orthanc, which once was used during the Battle of Hornburg, a green liquid soon to be known as wildfire. And Aerys, as fate would have it, used it against the people he was sworn to protect, burned them alive, just to hear them scream for a mercy that never came.

However, the Age of Dragons came to an end when a young member of the Army of Gondor, who was part of the chosen circle Aerys coined his own Kingsguard, a man by the name Jaime Lannister, drove a sword through Aerys’s back.

And where one reign ends another begins.

Robert Baratheon took the throne after him and became the new King of Gondor. Sooner rather than later, the crimes of the Mad King became no more than a whisper in the dark, stories told to children to scare them into slipping under the covers to finally go to sleep.

Though it was never just a story.

It was only the beginning of something that should keep every man, woman, and child, every elf, every dwarf, and every hobbit in all of Middle Earth wide awake.

Because history, or so it seems to be, is always on the verge of repeating itself.

However, our story begins elsewhere, in the small town called Bree, at an establishment known as The Prancing Pony.

Disgraced wizard Tyrion is sipping his second jug of ale, waiting with all patience he can muster. Not that he prides himself being on time. He found that it’s much easier to assume that he is on time for the sole reason that he will appear wherever he sees fit when he sees fit.

That doesn’t mean he likes to be kept waiting, however.

“I suppose I am right to assume that this is not your first?”

Tyrion smiles as he turns around to see the familiar bulky, blond figure stride past him, one hand always resting on the pommel of a sword.

He smiles. “It’s been a long time since we last saw one another, Lady Brienne.”

“You are not supposed to call me that in public, Wizard.”

“My pardon, Captain Galladon,” he laughs. “But rest assured, no one around here cares for who you are. The Prancing Pony is not exactly the place known for offering shelter to the most virtuous of Middle Earth. They would be fools to report to anyone. Even more so because it would be quite a ride all the way to Gondor.”

The mannish woman studies him for a long moment, but then sighs as she unbuckles her sword and sets it down next to her with a thud.

“So. Why did you have me summoned all the way to here, Wizard? You know I don’t like to leave my post for longer than is necessary.”

“Acutely aware, yes. You are very devoted to your service, of that there is no doubt.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to make you an exception offer, in fact.”

“Offer.”

“Yes, to take part in an adventure. You were chosen as one of the members of my company in pursuit of no less than saving Middle-Earth. This mission will involve a great deal of fighting. There is no guarantee of success. And no one must know about it. But of that I assure you, Captain, this is a quest of utmost honorable intentions.”

“And what is that mission supposed to be, may I ask, Wizard? I have a city to defend, and no time to undergo some adventure.”

“I need your help to gather some items across Middle-Earth. My brother over there will join us as well. And some more fellows,” Tyrion informs her. “I know he tries hard to look broody and mysterious, but he is a jolly fellow once you get to know him a bit.”

He waves at the cloaked man, who gets up slowly to stride over to the table. Brienne tilts her head as light illuminates the man’s features even under the hood, and she cannot help but gasp, “The Kingslayer?”

Jaime grimaces at the strange fellow he watched from across the room at his brother’s behest. “Is that… is that a woman?”

“Oh, I see you two will get along wonderfully! The fascination, I see, is absolutely mutual.”

“You must be joking, Wizard. Or perhaps you had some mushrooms on your way here, but I can only repeat it: I have better to do than this.”

“In fact, you do not. None of us do. The fate of Middle-Earth, I am afraid, is at stake here. Why else do you think would I bring my brother into this? Even more so since he is actually… dead.”

“For most to know,” Jaime huffs. And inside his heart, he only ever adds to himself.

Brienne remains reluctant to undertake this quest, but the Wizard is the only one, well, now one of two, who knows of her secret identity. And she cannot be revealed as anyone other than Galladon, or else all sacrifices she made to become part of the Army of Gondor will be in vain.

In the safety of Tyrion’s chamber, he reveals the details of his motivation to undertake this adventure.

“Rumors have since become more than rumors. The cast out daughter and only living heir to Aerys Targaryen, Daenerys Stormborn, is out to reclaim what she believes is her birthright.”

“She wants to be Queen of Gondor.”

“Yes. In the dead fire pits of Mordor, a new and perhaps even darker power rose in the shape of the Night King who turned to ice what once was blazing fire. I have seen the Mount Doom, I travelled there and saw that the fires died out.”

“What?”

“The Night King and Daenerys Stormborn made a contract of sort, it appears, wherein he will revive three dragon eggs from stone, her children, as she says, so she may rule in Gondor. In exchange, she is meant to help him free the armies of the fallen in Mordor so they may march westward.”

“And how do you think can that be stopped?”

“I found a scroll, an ancient text that says that there is a way to defeat the eternal ice with the aid of two magical swords made of Valyrian steel, which, combined, will form Lightbringer, a blade that may slay the Night King and thus end his reign of terror before it can even begin.”

“That still leaves one question, though: why do you want me for that quest? I can’t help you with those magical items better than any other knight with my skills could.”

“Because we need to get into Gondor, as part of what is needed to forge Lightbringer. You will well know that I am no longer… wanted there… for a number of reasons. And to make matters worse, as you will know better than anyone, there is the issue of the barricade no one without your consent will move past. And if I may add, you have proven more capable than most knights I ever came across. You have a particular set of skills I believe vital to the success of our mission, Lady Brienne.”

At last, Brienne agrees, under the pretense that they will speak the truth to one another and that the Kingslayer, a man of questionable morals to say the least, remains as far away from her as is possible.

“I am doing this for the greater good, not for either one of you.”

To disguise her identity as Galladon, she has to travel as herself, cutting short the hair she used to wear longer as Captain of the Army of Gondor, a sensation that since grew unfamiliar to Brienne, who barely recalls the girl who liked wooden swords as much as she liked to twirl in a dress around her father’s halls, unaware and childishly uncaring of how ridiculous she looked to the rest of the world.

Jaime, for his part, has to come to terms with travelling with a man, pardon, woman, of the Army of Gondor, a responsibility and honor he had to abandon in favor of his own life when he became the Kingslayer. Though no one, safe for Tyrion, would even begin to comprehend why he did it, why he slew the Mad King.

It was his finest act, but history, more often than not, will forget its heroes until its concluding chapters.

And so, the small company begins its quest in search for Lightbringer, a journey that soon proves dangerous as the undead Dothraki riders of Daenerys Targaryen start to chase them as well as the items they are so desperate to obtain.

Along the way, they meet a great many interesting characters, some friendly, others not so much, sharing, in fact, in a great adventure. Yet, the impending threat of the Dragon Queen as well as the Night King may not be the only danger ahead of them, as secrets and lies may put them apart when they must stand together.

As their success hangs by a single thread, so does the fate of the world, just about to flip the coin another time.

And one can only hope that history, for once, does not forget itself and learns from its errors, so there may be a tomorrow, so there may be light.

Note: my knowledge of the franchise is mostly limited to the movies, not the books, alongside some good old google search. No offense to LOTR fans intended in case I mess up timelines and such! Also... sorry for weird edits, I could not resist. :)

Additional Image Sources: The Lord of the Rings trilogy & The Hobbit trilogy.

#jaime x brienne #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #game of thrones #got moodboard #got aesthetic #moodboard #aesthetic #fanfic #fanfiction #wacky tries gimp #wacky tries fanfic #in smol #i just watched the hobbit a lot and I have feelings okay?

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marshmallow-phd · 6 years

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A Royal Excursion

A/N: @noona-clock Admin T, this one’s for you! I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I just started typing and... oops, my fingers slipped! Hope you enjoy! (I might turn this into a miniseries)

Genre: Royalty AU

Pairing: Jongdae x Reader

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4

moodboard by @kreactionsentertainment (admin eva!)

All day you found any excuse to stay home. You convinced your stepmother to take your sister to the market instead of you to buy a new shawl and when a few of your friends came by to see if you wanted to spend some time down by the river, you feigned a headache. To throw off possible suspicion, you stayed in a day dress, one that wasn’t ragged like the one you had worn the previous day but also not one too fancy to make your family think you were trying to sneak off somewhere. You didn’t need the interrogation.

It seemed, though, that your efforts were in vain. He never showed. Of course, he was the prince so it was quite possible that something very important had come up and he was no longer able to meet you. You just wished that he had sent word about it.

Giving up, you left your family in the front parlor after dinner and settled in the backyard, sitting on the swing your father had built when you were still a small child and watching the sun sink slowly in the horizon. You let out a heavy sigh and tried not to let your imagination run wild.

It would have too easy to imagine yourself as the lucky maiden the Prince chose to dance with at the ball or him coming disguised in the night and throwing rocks at your window. You couldn’t quite figure out what was wrong with you. In all your years, you weren’t the kind to fantasize about romantic situations. But now, oh now, a thousand were going through your head at once, just adding to your disappointment.

“(y/n)?”

Your ears perked up. Surely that had just been your imagination. Searching around your still deserted backyard, you concluded that’s exactly what it was. Until a familiar silhouette popped up on your wall.

Jumping up, you ran rather un-lady-like to the other side of the yard. This time, Jongdae gracefully dropped himself down to the ground, avoiding your stepmother’s garden. He turned to face you and, even in the dimming light, you could see his blinding smile shining at you.

Realizing how eager you must seem, you contorted your face into a neutral expression and crossed your arms.

“When you said tomorrow, I hadn’t realized you meant in the evening. I gave up on you coming.”

Jongdae turned bashful, clearly understanding that you were upset. “I’m sorry. Mother had me under her watchful eye all day since I snuck out of the ball. She’s worried that I might cause a scandal.”

“Like sneaking into a merchant’s backyard to see his daughter?” you pointed out.

Jongdae laughed. It was deep, chest laugh full of joy and genuine surprise. It was the kind of laugh you wanted to hear for the rest of your days, knowing full well that it was you that had been it’s source.

Hold on, (y/n). Don’t get ahead of yourself. This only your second day of even knowing him.

Yes, listen to reason. Besides, as far as you knew, he’d simply found a new friend in you, nothing more.

Jongdae motioned towards the wall. “Let’s go.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

Grabbing you hand, he pulled you closer to the wall. His skin felt warm against yours, coarse from the years of wielding a sword. It was oddly comforting, different from your father’s soft hands from when you were little.

“I have something I want to show you,” he explained vaguely.

You frowned. “I’m in a dress.”

He sent you a look before sighing. “I won’t look.” When you were still defiant, he shrugged. “Or I guess we could leave through your front door but then I’m sure you would have to explain to your family why the Prince is suddenly waltzing around the house in plain clothes.”

“Alright, alright!” you gave in. He was right and you did want to see whatever surprise he had in store.

Cupping his hands together, Jongdae bent down and told you to step into his hands. As soon as you did, with barely a stable grip on the top of the wall, he bolstered you up. A small squeak escaped from your mouth and you quickly covered it covered it to try and hide the noise. Jongdae laughed at you as he pulled himself up beside you.

“I’ll go down first and catch you,” he said.

You wanted to argue that it wasn’t that far of a jump and you were perfectly fine getting down on your own, but he was already landing on his feet and turning to you with his arms opened wide. With a gulp, you swung your legs over the wall and shuffled to the other side so you were sitting on the ledge.

Jongdae sent you a warm look. “Don’t worry, I’ll catch you.”

Nodding, you pushed yourself off the wall with just a little too much force. Yes, Jongdae caught you, but the two of you landed with a hard thud on the ground. Well, Jongdae landed on the ground on his back. You ended on top of him, a much softer landing.

“Okay, tell me the truth,” he laughed. His hands were resting on your hips, making your face blush. “The real reason you didn’t go to the ball was because of your lack of grace, am I right?”

Irritated and embarrassed, you slapped his chest before shoving yourself off of him and to your feet. You were a fine dancer, thank you very much. But you decided against arguing with him. Maybe someday you could show him.

You brushed yourself off as Jongdae stood up. Taking your hand, he pulled you towards the woods, making you freeze.

“We can’t go in there,” you said, panicking. The woods were full of wolves and bears and was especially dangerous at night when you could lose your way.

“Don’t worry, (y/n),” Jongdae reassured you, squeezing your hand. “I know where we’re going and besides,” he patted the sword at his side, “I’ll protect you.”

Still hesitant, you allowed him to pull you towards the foreboding trees and into the cover of darkness.

The two of you kept a steady pace as you went deeper into the woods. To calm your obvious nerves, while he kept your hand in his, Jongdae told you about his day, mostly spent with his father in the throne room seeing the subjects who’d come to ask the King for favors or to solve mild disputes. It seemed that his father was giving more and more of that responsibility to him, allowing the decision to be made by him while his father simply approved or guided him in a different direction if needed. The latter half of his day was spent in the war room, strategizing with the generals on how to better secure the border to the south. Though the war had ended years before either of you were born, there were still tension between the two kingdoms.

“Where is Minseok?” you asked during a brief pause in the conversation, wanting to change the subject to a lighter tone.

Jongdae chuckled. “Visiting a friend.”

You blushed, comprehending the subtext. “A lady friend?”

Again, he laughed. “Yes. Perhaps future wife is a better term.”

“So, they’ve known each other a long time?” you guessed.

“No,” Jongdae shook his head. “They only just met at the last festival.”

The last festival was only a month and a half ago. “Isn’t it a bit soon to be assuming marriage?”

Stopping in his tracks, Jongdae turned to look at you. “No. Why?”

Something about his gaze on you made you feel very meek. “Well, they can’t know each other that well, can they? It takes time to understand someone.”

“That’s true,” he agreed. “But, sometimes, you meet someone and just know.” His eyes pierced through you as if they were trying convey a hidden message. One that, unfortunately, you weren’t able to decipher before he started walking again.

Before too long, you came to your destination.

Hidden in the foliage and overgrown trees were the ruins of an old mansion or castle. Vines wrapped around the crumbling brick. Moss grew on the now dull edges of the walls. The top floor had fallen away long ago and only the vague outline of the rooms remained.

Cautiously, you followed Jongdae through the arched gate, the wooden door have rotted away long ago.

“My cousins and I – along with Minseok – used to play here as kids.” By now he’d let go of your hand, both of his now resting together behind his back as he walked about the room, staring up at the sky. “Overtime, they stopped coming, but I still enjoy it here. It’s a nice place to think.”

Feeling just a tad cheeky, you asked playfully, “And what it is that you think about?”

You leaned against the corner a pillar that was still standing in the room, hiding half your body as you drew nonsensical pictures in the dust and grime at the level of your eye.

Jongdae shrugged. “Lots of things. Answers to riddles, replies to subjects’ concerns. The future.”

It couldn’t be explained, but as soon as he mentioned the future, you heart leapt in your chest. What did he mean when he said he thought about the future? Did he mean when he would become king? Did he mean the future of the kingdom as a whole? Or did he mean something much more personal?

“(y/n)?”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you found Jongdae standing just in front of you with that unreadable expression again.

“Yes?” your voice was small when you spoke.

He took a step closer to you. “Can we… get to know each other more? Like you said earlier?”

You blinked. Like you said earlier?

It takes time to understand someone.

Did he mean that? Was he really thinking of that kind of future?

You couldn’t help but ask, “Why me?”

The corners of his mouth turned down and his eyebrows knit together. “What do you mean?”

Biting your bottom lip, you replied, “Why the sudden interest in me? I’m simply a merchant’s daughter. I have no title. There are many daughters of dukes and barons throughout the kingdom to choose from. I’m sure they are much prettier than I am.”

Jongdae shook his head, grasping your right hand in his left. He held it gently, giving you room to pull away if you so wished. You kept it there, taking in the comfort.

“Maybe that’s exactly why. To you, I’m not a conquest or a prize. You’ve acknowledged my standing, but you still treat as just… Jongdae. I feel like I can be myself with you. And that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.”

Heat rose in your cheeks at a fiery rate with his confession.

The truth was you were also oddly comfortable with him. He never reprimanded you when you lashed out and seemed to genuinely listen to you. No, you still believed that one should get to know someone before talks of forever, but you certainly would like to get to know him more, get to know the thoughts behind those hypnotizing eyes.

Letting a small smile stretch your lips just a bit, you asked, “Does this mean that you’ll come see meagain tomorrow?”

Without any warning, Jongdae wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and twirling you around in glee. You let out a squeal that mixed with his bubbly laugh and the sounds bounced off the old brick and throughout the empty building.

He set you down on your feet, loosening his grip from your hips. Bringing his hands up to cup your jaw, he gave you a soft smile before leaning down. Using just the lightest pressure, he pressed his lips to yours, stealing your first kiss. When he pulled back, he searched your eyes for any sign that you didn’t want it.

You did.

In fact, you couldn’t stop giggling.

“Can you meet me here tomorrow?” he asked.

You nodded, not holding back any enthusiasm. “When?”

He thought for a moment. “Noon. I have an important meeting in the morning, but I should be able to make here by then.”

Jongdae was still here in your presence, but you couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

#exo #exo fanfic #exo royalty au #exo royalty!au #jongdae fanfic #jongdae x reader #exo scenarios #jongdae #kim jongdae #chen

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Day6 Moodboard Stories - Day 7: Disney

《 Jae - Karaoke 》 "Come on! This will make you feel better. I promise." You were looking around the room Jae has gotten for the both of you in that karaoke place you knew was damn expensive. When you called him about an hour ago, completely in tears and telling him about your break-up, you thought that going out meant getting drunk on Soju while eating ramen at your best friends place. But it seemed like Jae had a different idea about cheering you up. And apparently, it involved singing Disney songs at a karaoke bar. You let out a long sigh. "Jae - I don't know. I really don't feel like singing." "Do you think I always feel like singing? I still do it. So come on." He practically shoved the microphone in your face. "What was your favorite Disney movie again?" "Ariel." Jae smiled brightly while choosing the song. "You'll feel better. I promise." The first few notes of Kiss the Girl started playing and involuntary you started bobbing your head to the beat. Damn it. That song was way too catchy. "Jae I really don't think that-" "I'll buy you soju if you sing." Damn him. No, you had no choice. "There you see her, Sitting there across the way" "You go girl!" Jaes laughter, as well as his words, made you smile while you were singing along to the lyrics that you knew by heart. And before you knew it, you were singing your fifth Disney song with Jae. And you were really feeling better. But as you watched him singing his heart out, laughing at and with you while being his usual extra self you doubted that it was the singing that made you feel better. It was him. Always has been. And maybe one day you'd tell him. Maybe.

《 Sungjin - Movie Night 》 Movie nights with your boyfriend have always been the best. Ever since you started dating three years ago, the two of you made it a habit to dedicate at least one date-night each month to snuggling up in his or your apartment for a marathon of various movies. And you were especially lucky this time cause since your birthday was only days away, you got to choose the movies you'd be watching tonight. "You know this is a kids movie, right?" You chuckled as you took the pizza from Sungjin's hands before he climbed into bed with you, not bothering to get plates since you'd be sharing the pizza straight out the box anyway. "And you know that you promised not to complain, right?" Sungjin slightly scoffed before you pressed play while he put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his side. You handed him his first slice of pizza as the first few minutes of Disney's "Beauty and the Beast" began. Your boyfriend was oddly silent, eating his pizza while staring at the tv screen. "Okay but you know he just kidnapped her right?" Damn it. You knew he wouldn't stay silent. "Yeah. Well, technically he did. But look." You pointed towards the screen. "He's not really holding her captive. It's more like they are living together. And what he does for her with the library is also very sweet so..." Sungjin laughed a little. "So you're saying I'd have to kidnap you and build a library for you to be living with me?" "What? No. That's not at all what I was saying. What I meant was..." You suddenly stopped. "Wait. What did you just say?" Sungjin smiled at you before grabbing the remote from your hand, switching off the TV before kissing you softly. "I believe I just asked you if you wanted to move in with me." He pulled you in closer, kissing you again. "Or do I really have to turn into a beast and kidnap you for you to realize that occasional date-nights and staying over isn't gonna cut it anymore?"

《 Young K - Disneyland at Night 》 He'd always thought that Disneyand was only a place parents used to bribe their kids with for good behavior. A place that was only magical to little kids who hadn't been twisted and turned by this cruel world that often had nothing to offer but disappointment and pain. But standing here with you under all these lights made even him feel the wonders of this place. He had no idea why he even tagged along when you told him about the trip you'd planned with your best friend who was unable to come since she was lying in bed with a high fever. He just heard you saying that there was an open spot since and he took it. Carelessly. He usually wasn't that spontaneous. He wasn't the type of guy to just pack a backpack and hop on a plane with someone he barely knew from university. But he still came along. And right now, watching the parade under the beautiful lights, he didn't regret it one bit. He stole a glance at you, taking in your features and the bright, childlike smile that was illuminating them. You were so different from him and why you told him of all people about your friend being unable to make the trip was beyond him. But he started to think that he wanted to get to know you. Maybe he had been wrong about you. Like he had been wrong about this place that was filled with wonder and that gave him some of the childlike innocence back he thought he lost a long time ago.

《 Wonpil - Musical 》 "What?! What do you mean you're at Broadway?! Get your ass back here or I swear to god I-" "I am his manager. Not his damn prison guard." You smiled as you watched Wonpil look up at the Richard Rodgers Theatre in pure amazement. You haven't seen him smiling that brightly in a while. "We'll be back soon enough. So don't worry." "What do you mean don't worry?! We have to leave for L.A in less than 6 hours. Get your ass back here right now you littl-" You cut off Sungjins manager by simply hanging up on him before switching off your phone. As you got back to Wonpil he was still looking at the theatre. You knew he had wanted to see a Broadway show but he'd never been allowed to due to the insanely packed schedule. But tonight you'd change that. "Hand me your phone." Wonpil didn't even think twice before giving you his iPhone. You snapped a few quick pictures for him before switching it off and sliding it into your pocket right next to yours. "So" Wonpil finally looked at you. "You wanna go in or do you just want to stare at the sign?" Wonpil blinked a few times before a spark of hope flashed in his eyes. You could see how excited he was by the way his cheeks turned bright red. "I'd love to! But..." He bit his bottom lip. "Can we really do that? I mean, won't we be in trouble if we-" You grabbed his hand firmly before dragging him across the street and towards the box office. "You don't need to worry about that. Dealing with trouble is my job." You got in line to get tickets so you took your time to look at Wonpil. At his big eyes that looked around in pure wonder. At the bright smile that put the Broadway lights to shame. At his hand still holding yours. He was a good, hard-working kid that didn't ask for much and that never gave you any trouble. He was humble in every way. Friendly. Kind. So this was the least you could do for him. Even if it meant that this might be the last thing, you'd ever be able to do for him.

《 Dowoon - Disney Store 》 Y/N! Look! I have ears like Mickey Mouse! You closed your eyes, trying to push back the memory of Dowoon's bright smile. The sound of his laughter. The headband with the huge mouse ears on his head. They are huge! Look! Coming here had been a bad idea. And you'd known that ever since your therapist advised you to pay the Disney store in your hometown a visit. Reliving your happiest moments with him to make the memories less painful. Less hurtful. Bullshit. Standing here, in the middle of the store, remembering everything about Dowoon only made it worse. The sense of loss only intensified. You had trouble breathing again as you felt a huge panic attack approaching. This was great. Just great. [I]You know, I love this place. Brings back memories, you know? Happy ones. You hunched down, covering your ears with your hands. As if that would help. He wasn't really there. His voice was inside your head. Reminding you of the fact that he was gone every goddamn day. [I]You know I don't have many of those. And almost all of them have been with you. You started crying. You didn't want to, but you did. The pain and loneliness you felt were suddenly overwhelming. You didn't know how you could go on. Not while knowing that even your happy memories together were enough to make him want to stay alive. And you were left with nothing more than once happy memories that now became the source of your seemingly endless suffering.

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A/N: Ah, finally! I updated the Halloween Series...I was really busy with school so yeah...I really hope you’ll enjoy this one shot and please leave feedback, it would mean a lot! Since you never tell me guys what you think about my writings I don’t know and feel insecure, so please do that! Moodboard created by the amazing @sun-moon-and-pcy !

Genre: Supranatural AU, Vampire/Moroi AU

Author: bvidzsoo

Warning: swearing and a little of sexual things

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Word count: 6, 394

Summary: You find players everywhere. Zhang Yixing was your player boy, and if being a simple player boy isn’t enough…he was the most charming moroi (vampire with royal blood) in the whole academy. He knew it and profited of it, but when you’re linked to a person like him, life isn’t easy. Y/N was a damphire (half human, half vampire), and on top of that she was Yixing’s guardian. If you think all these aren’t that bad, having him all day in your head and seeing what he does, I think might change your thoughts. But what if, all Yixing was doing, was to catch your attention?

Y/N Heves. Descendent of a Hungarian Dhampir mother and a Korean Moroi father, nice combination, right? But first of all, what is a Moroi? Moroi’s are vampires with royal blood, well...not everyone has royal blood, but they are the good vampires. Moroi’s don’t live forever, the sunlight doesn’t kill them, but their main source of life is blood. What a Dhampir is? Well, we are half human, half vampire. I have no problem with walking in the sunlight and I prefer real food, not blood. But we can survive with blood too. Why are there Dhampir’s? Aren’t Moroi’s enough? Well...not really. You see, there are vampires called, Strigoi. Now, these guys are bad...they kill without mercy, they die if you rip their heads off or implant a silver stake in their heart. They also can’t go out if there’s sunlight, because it would burn them. And all they want is blood. Trust me, not your type of people. If you thought Moroi’s are special enough by now...I have something else to tell you. Moroi’s aren’t just good vampires, they also have powers. There are four or five, in my case. Water, Fire, Wind, Earth and—Spirit. The Spirit is not well known, because there are only a few of them with this power. How did I discover it? It’s not a pleasant memory, but I’m willing to tell you.

I’m the daughter of Elena Heves, one of the most well known and respected female Dhampir guardians. The thing is—that I never really got to know her, she was busy protecting a Moroi family. And my father—well—I don’t know him either. I was told he’s dead and that he gave me to the Zhang family, who he was close friends with, and they were rather happy to take me in and raise me up. So just like that, the family I consider my real family are the Zhang’s. I was raised by Moroi’s, not that I mind. I always had everything, from things I wanted to love. The Zhang’s had a boy, Yixing. He was always a shy, cute and friendly little boy. But as the years passed, he changed. He became a handsome guy, and he profited of it. He played around with girls, shamelessly. From the friendly little boy, he became an arrogant prick. Two years ago, Yixing and I were out. It was summer and it was warm, we sneaked out and went for a walk. We were supposed to sleep at that hour. Like you know, Moroi’s had a power they mastered in. By fifteen years, your prominent power shows...but at Yixing it was different. He didn’t know which was his power, and he was frustrated. So if you wonder what we were doing outside at night...we were practicing. I was helping him.

“Yixing, if you keep looking at me, the water won’t raise up.” I rolled my eyes.

“What if I want to move your hair?” He scoffed.

“I thought we were exercising water?” I swung my legs in the air.

“I feel like doing wind.” He shrugged, walking closer to me.

“Alright, do it then.” I nodded, starring at him. Yixing stopped in front of me, furrowing his eyebrows and concentrating on my face. I raised an eyebrow at him, and chuckled at his focused face.

“So? What are we moving?”

“Ugh—If you don’t keep quiet I can’t do it.” Yixing glared at me.

“Alright, I’ll give you two minutes.” I chuckled, crossing my arms in front of my chest and waited for him. Yixing huffed, his fingers twitching. I tried hiding my smile, he couldn’t do it and he was getting angry. Before I could mock him for it...a big gush of wind pushed me back, and if it wasn’t for Yixing’s good reflexes I would have fallen into the fountain with water.

“Yixing!” I exclaimed “Why did you do that?”

“Sorry! But you were smiling and it annoyed me and—I only wanted to move your hair.” He pulled me close to him, his heart beating fast.

“Yeah, you caught me, so it’s fine.” I chuckled, my cheeks flushed at the close contact.

“Let’s get you off there.” Yixing lifted me up, placing me on the ground.

“Thanks.” I whispered, staring at the ground, my heart beating fast. Yixing chuckled, no contact anymore between us. I looked up, but saw no one.

“Yixing?” I asked confused, he was here...hugging me a few seconds ago. There was no answer.

“Yixing?” I asked again, starting to walk around “It’s not funny, where are you?” The night suddenly felt chillier, I shivered. There was a light breeze, I started walking towards the road, where the lamppost’s were giving light.

“Yixing, please come out! It’s not funny, I’m—scared!” I shouted, hoping he would stop his stupid game. I was turning in the same circle, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. But he was nowhere, and in my desperation to find him—I missed the car with a drunken driver coming towards me. In the next moment, what I felt was the air leaving my lungs aggressively...strong wind around me and then—a big hit on my back and head. I whined when I landed on the ground, rolling onto my back. The car has disappeared, and my head was hurting. I tried focusing on one thing, but darkness started to envelope my whole being. I could hear someone talking to me, but I wasn't able to tell who or what it was saying. A bright light blinded my vision, and a tall man appeared in front of me. He had hazel eyes just like mine.

“Darling, what are you doing here?” He asked, concern written all over his face.

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice small.

“Your father, Hyungsik.”

“My father, but then—am I dead? That car—" Suddenly everything came back, me being on the road, missing the car with drunken driver, I was...hit and now...I'm dead.

“You are not dead, at least not yet.” My father answered with a smile.

“But—Is that a good thing?” I asked unsure.

“Someone really loves you out there, and he's trying to bring you back. And it's working.” Father chuckled.

“I'm not going to die?”

“No, goodbye darling. Don't forget I love you, and you are strong, you'll get through this.” Father smiled and waved at me, the air left my lungs and pain entered my whole body.

“Y/N, Y/N...Y/N please wake up...I can't lose you...mom and dad will kill me...Y/N, I can't lose you, wake up!” Yixing shouted sobbing, his hands resting on my stomach, I felt a tingling sensation enter my whole body, the pain partially gone. I groaned, my eyes slowly opening.

“Y/N...what—Y/N...you are alive, but you were—”

“Dead?” I gasped out, a headache taking over “I know.”

“You know?” Yixing asked shocked.

“My dad told me.” I sat up, my back aching.

“You saw him?”

“Yeah, he told me to come back.” I looked around “But—what happened? How did you bring me back?”

“Uhm..I don't know...I kept calling you and you woke up.” I touched you and you woke up.

“Wait, what did you say?” I asked my eyes widening, he did not move his lips and I heard his voice in my head.

“That I kept calling—”

“No, not that. After.” I pressed, my heart beating faster.

“I didn’t say anything after that, Y/N.” Yixing furrowed his eyebrows.

“Maybe you thought it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I touched you and you woke up?”

“How—what—how did you do that?” Yixing asked taken aback.

“I don’t know, I just suddenly heard you saying it.” I shrugged.

“That’s weird, I—oh.” Yixing closed his eyes, clutching his head.

“Hey, what happened? Yixing?” I touched his shoulder and before I could react he went limp, falling into me “Yixing? Yah, Yixing! It’s not funny, stop joking! Yixing!” But I didn’t get an answer from him...and just like that, we became linked. Or as we call it, I became Shadow Kissed. If it wasn’t for Yixing, I would be dead now...but if back then I’d know what the prize was with being linked to Yixing—maybe I would wish he let me die and be with dad.

Life at Saint Iacob’s Academy wasn’t the easiest, we had homework, the usual training a day, occasional class meetings and Yixing. Because life without Yixing wouldn’t be life, his words not mine.

“Come on, Y/N!” Yeri with her big eyes beamed at me, pulling me outside on the hallway.

“Just a little bit, Yeri—ugh, why can’t you wait?” I exclaimed, rolling my eyes. I still had to pull my hair in a ponytail and zip up my skirt.

“Class is starting soon!” She exclaimed, tucking in my white shirt and zipping up my skirt.

“We have half an hour ‘till then!” I exclaimed not believing what was I hearing.

“But until we walk there...come on Y/N! We can’t be late!” She dragged me after her.

“Is this about Minseok? Are we going quicker so you can see him?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at Yeri.

“Uh, I—” Her grip loosened on my arm “No, of course not! I just don’t want to be late.”

“Yeri, since when do we know each other?” I smiled at her.

“Five years?”

“Exactly, I can tell when you lie. You just want to see him!” I teased her, chuckling.

“Okay, and so what?” She exclaimed, her eyes wide, looking at me.

“Nah, it’s fine. I know you like him a lot.” I patted her shoulder. I want to fucking punch his pretty little face! I rolled my eyes at Yixing, of course...looking for fights like always.

“What are you rolling your eyes at? I didn’t say anything!”

“It’s Yixing, not you.” I sighed.

“What did he do?”

“He’s looking for a fight, again.” I rolled my eyes.

“I will never get used to your bond..it’s so strange.” Yeri shivered. Yeri was one of the few people that knew about the bond.

“Just—let’s go. Minseok is with Yixing, and they are heading for class as well.”

“Really?” Yeri beamed.

“Yes.”

“At times like this—I really like this bond thing.” She chuckled, running ahead. I shook my head and quickened my peace in order to catch up. The night was not too cold but not too warm either. It was the beginning of September, when the weather was still acceptable. The Academy was lit by torches, like in the medieval times. This school, is kinda old fashioned, not that I’m complaining. We do have computers and stuff like that, but I guess vampires like old fashioned things. Why am I up at midnight?, you wonder….because things here are a little bit different. We go to school at night, while we sleep at daytime. Weird at first, pretty okay after you get used to it.

Someone knocked into me and I was ready to punch, when Sehun jumped in front of me.

“Y/N, my favorite person in the world. How’s your night?” He rested his arm around my shoulder, a smirk on his face.

“So far, it’s been fine.” I smiled at him, kissing his cheek.

“Y/N, are you—hello Sehun—coming?” Yeri tapped her feet against the ground.

“Yes, I am!” I rolled my eyes, for the nth time.

“Why is she so eager to get to class? She’s not a nerd, this Moroi is so weird.” Sehun shook his head.

“Minseok.” I chuckled.

“Ah, tell me no more.” Sehun laughed, and we entered class. Yes, Yeri is a Moroi, a fire user. And no, Sehun isn’t a moroi...he is a Dhampir, just like me, Minseok, Jongdae and Kyungsoo. The class was loud, everyone laughing over something. Sehun and I made our way to our group of friends. Jongdae had his arm around Irene, her girlfriend while Junmyeon was chatting with Joy, his sister. Baekhyun was busy sleeping, while Chanyeol and Jongin were busy speaking and laughing loudly. Kyungsoo was sitting beside Minseok and Yeri, his legs propped up on the table, while the other two were speaking timidly, like two love sick teenagers. And Yixing, well he was Yixing...so he was busy starring at a Moroi girls ass, but once sensing me enter the room he focused his gaze on Sehun and I.

“Little Moroi is starring again.” He chuckled, his mouth close to my ear.

“Shall we put on a show for him?” I raised an eyebrow at Sehun.

“Anything for the lady.” He chuckled and nuzzled his face in the crock of my neck. I chuckled and playfully pushed his chest away. Once we neared the table, Sehun leaned against it and pulled me in between his legs.

“Oh, like this?” I whispered at him, surprised by his actions.

“Too much?” Sehun chuckled.

“I don’t know.” I shrugged, glancing at Yixing, who’s jaw was tightly closed. He could play around with girls but not me? Seriously, get a grip boy!

“You smell nice, like always.” Sehun said loudly enough, patting my hair.

“Thanks.” I smiled sweetly at him.

“Today we have combat class, right?”

“Yep.” I nodded, an eyebrow raised at him.

“Can’t wait for it—I’m going to see you in tight clothes.”

“You are a perv, Sehun.” I pushed his chest with a roll of my eyes, only to be pulled into a hug by him.

“Can you stop doing that on my table?” Yixing asked, his voice tight. I could feel the anger radiating off him.

“Got a problem, bro?” Sehun asked, voice cold, an eyebrow raised. They weren’t the bestest of friends.

“Yes, you are almost fucking on my table and that annoys me. Get a room.” Yixing spat.

“What’s your problem?” I asked, my voice raised “You can bang a girl on the teacher’s desk but I can’t hug a guy while leaning against the table?”

“Exactly, you can’t.” Yixing smirked, taking a deep breath.

“Cut it off, asshole. You are so annoying, I don’t know why Y/N still befriends you.” Sehun glared at Yixing.

“Sehun—it’s fine. You know why.” I tapped his chest, pulling away from his grip and sat down beside Kyungsoo. Sehun sighed and walked to his seat, between Joy and Junmyeon. Fucking asshole, I’m going to leave him without his teeth. Speaking like that to me...touching Y/N. Who the fuck does he think he—

“Stop!” I glared at Yixing “Just shut up! I don’t want to hear it!” Other people looked at us, they clearly didn’t know I was speaking to Yixing who didn’t even move his mouth.

I don’t care what you want, you both are asses. And stop shouting, people think you are crazy. I looked at him with a glare, to be met with a smirk.

“Ignore him.” Kyungsoo said, not even glancing at me.

“That’s what I’m trying.” I nodded, not looking at him either.

“He will realize soon, very soon.” He muttered.

“Realize what?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowed.

“His stupidity.” Kyungsoo slowly rolled his head towards me, face serious.

“What are you talking about?” I asked confused.

“When the time will come—you will know.” He winked, than turned back to stare at the blackboard. I stared down at the book in front of me, wondering what he meant. Yixing couldn’t possibly like me, I wasn’t his type. Besides, we grew up together...he sees me as his sister. And he’s also rude to me, something that proves that somewhere along the road he started hating me. It’s fine by me, I can’t say it doesn’t hurt...and there’s no reason why I should lie, I like him...but he doesn’t, if the bond wouldn’t exist, I’m sure he’d ignore me completely. Sometimes I wish things would go back to how they used to be, no bond, just us and our friends.

Seulgi and I were stretching by the running field, while Sehun and Minseok were already running and Jongdae and Kyungsoo were with the wrestling team.

“Uh, it’s so tiring to be a Dhampir.” Seulgi whined, while sitting on the ground, stretching her legs.

“Are you saying you’d rather be a Moroi?” I raised an eyebrow at her.

“No, I don’t want to be a Moroi...but we are girls, they should go more easier on us.” She rolled her us, standing up.

“The Strigoi’s won’t go easy on you because you are a girl.” I rolled my eyes, we started running too. It was known, that female Dhampir’s are rare. At the Academy, there are only twenty female Dhampir’s...the rest are males, our life’s at training has never been easy.

Thanks to our good stamina, Seulgi and I stopped running after twenty laps feeling dead. She layed down on the ground and started whimpering like a little kid someone ignores. I stared at her and shook my head, chucking down a whole bottle of water.

“Look at you, all sweaty.” Sehun chuckled, walking up to us. He threw a towel at me.

“Please, at least keep your perverted thoughts to yourself.” I mumbled, while drying myself off.

“Did you bring me a towel too?” Seulgi asked sitting up.

“Oh, I didn’t see you were here too.” Sehun smirked and winked at her. She huffed and sat up.

“You saw me, but I’m not Y/N, so of course you wouldn’t bring me a towel.”

“I’m glad you know how things work around here.” Sehun chuckled, I smiled with pity at Seulgi.

“Here, take this.” Kyungsoo handed a towel to Seulgi with a small smile.

“Oh, thanks.” Seulgi blushed and quickly took the towel. She always had a crush on Kyungsoo, but they are both Dhampir’s, so even if they wanted...their relation would be forbidden.

“Let’s head to hand to hand combat.” Sehun pulled me after him, making me stumble behind him.

“Are you ready to get your ass beaten?” I smirked at him.

“Keep dreaming, little dhampir. You know you can’t beat me.” Sehun smirked back.

“Just because you are bigger doesn’t mean I can’t beat you. Have you seen Jordan? That guy is huge, and I was still able to put him down and leave him with a black eye.” I smiled triumphantly.

“Exactly, Jordan...He’s Jordan, even a Moroi would be able to put him down.” Sehun laughed loudly.

“Not Baekhyun.”

“Even Baekhyun.”

“Are you just bragging about you being so cool, tall, handsome, strong and big? It’s really annoying after a time, Sehun.” I rolled my eyes playfully.

“And you keep saying big as you’d know.” He smirked at me.

“Are you serious? I didn’t mean it like that...god, you are so dirty.” I pushed him away.

“But sweetie, it’s nothing new that I’m big...you’ve known it before too.” He slapped my ass.

“Oh my god, Sehun. Just shut up!” I slapped his firm and wide chest, lining up at the girls side.

“With pleasure, little dhampir.” He bowed, than went to stay in his line too.

“Okay, everyone. Today, I make the pairs.” Miss Lin announced, her voice firm and her long face firm and scary like always.

“Minseok, Jongdae you are together.” Her voice boomed “Seulgi you are with Sehun” Seulgi cracked her knuckles and mouthed to Sehun ‘you are dead’ while he rolled his eyes, “Y/N, your pair will be Kyungsoo.” She stated and continued calling the pairs. I smiled at Kyungsoo and we went to a mattress, where we could practice safely.

“Y/N, I know you are a girl...but I won’t go easy on you.” Kyungsoo stated, getting into an attacking position.

“Please, we both know that’s not necessary.” I grinned at him, mirroring his position.

I grunted when my back made contact with the mattress for the fifth time, “How the hell can you put me down, when not even Jordan is able? Or Sehun?” I mumbled flustered, starring up at the back sky. Kyungsoo was smaller than me, and yet he was able to put me down? What was happening?

“Y/N, stand up.” He held his hand out “You are distracted.”

“No, I’m not.” I glared at our intertwined hands.

“Yes, you are. I tested you, I made twice the same move that even first years are capable of blocking and you didn’t even pay attention.” He sighed, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Maybe you are just too good, and I’m not even that good. Thought of that?” I shrugged, drinking from my water.

“You are just distracted, care to explain?” He sighed, stretching his back.

“I’m not—” I took a deep breath, the wave hitting me again “Okay, it’s Yixing. I have no idea what he’s doing, but my body feels on fire and this stupid warm waves keep hitting me. It feels very bad and it’s frustrating.”

“You could tell him to stop?”

“You are forgetting that the bond works one way...meaning I can’t speak to him or anything, he’s the one that can.” I sighed, getting into the fighting position again.

“Then channel your frustration into your moves, it will help.” Kyungsoo instructed, and I collected my thoughts and took the initiative of the first punch. Kyungsoo jumped away, but didn’t waste time in returning it. I blocked the punch and instead kneeled him in the stomach, earning a grunt from him. He straightened quickly back up and aimed towards my legs, but I was able to block him once again. Suddenly, I could hear some voices in my head...definitely Yixing and a female..but I couldn’t make out the words they were saying. I growled and cursed out loud, what the hell is doing Yixing? He should be at class, learning how to control his power. With a hard punch I aimed towards Kyungsoo’s shoulder, tripped him and successfully pushed him down, landing on top of him.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, you just need to focus on what you are doing.” Kyungsoo chuckled, his hands resting on my thighs.

“Yeah, I should take you as my trainer, you are definitely better than Miss Lin.” I chuckled.

“Not a bad idea, but she wouldn’t be too happy about it.” Kyungsoo flashed me his rare, genuine smile.

“She doesn’t have to find out about it.” I smiled back, but at this point the heat was becoming unbearable...and Kyungsoo touching my thighs wasn’t helping at all. I lowered my head, my lips centimeters away from his neck.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He asked, confusion lacing his voice.

“I have no idea.” I furrowed my eyebrows when another wave hit me, my lips connected with his neck. Kyungsoo gasped loudly and within a second I was in the air and then on my back. He blocked my legs and both hands.

“You shouldn’t do something like that.” He said, his voice hard.

“I know, I’m very sorry—” My whole face felt on fire, what the hell was I doing? I heard a loud moan, my eyes widened.

“What happened?” Kyungsoo asked, his eyes turning soft.

“Oh my god, I hope Yixing isn’t doing what I think he is.” Kyungsoo helped up, and I brushed my pants down.

“Are you feeling okay?” Kyungsoo asked, not letting entirely go of me.

“I don’t know.” I shrugged, right when I was about to pull away my arm from his grip, I suddenly wasn’t on the field out and practicing. I was in a classroom, with a girl and—Yixing. Oh my God! The girl didn’t have her uniforms shirt on, leaving her in a bra and Yixing was kissing her neck—and yes, she was the one moaning. No wonder why I felt on fire, Yixing was hard, his thoughts filled with dirty things.

“Y/N?” I could hear Kyungsoo calling me.

“Kyungsoo!” I exclaimed, when Yixing’s hands started to travel downwards “Get me out! Oh my God! Please Kyungsoo, you need to bring me out of Yixing’s head!”

“I—I don’t know how!” He stuttered “How do you usually do it?”

“It won’t work, Yixing’s mind is too fogged with other thoughts and he’s too powerful like this, I can’t get out without someone’s help.” I explained. The girl stopped Yixing’s hand, thank you God, and smirked at him.

“You think you are getting it so fast?” She purred at him “You did nothing to deserve it.”

“Oh, you want to play?” Yixing chuckled darkly “Sure kitten, anything for you. Holy mother! I have to get out! I can’t see this, I don’t want to! Please!

“Kyungsoo!” I shouted desperately “Please, I can’t stay in longer—Kyunsoo they are about to do it, please!”

“I—oh my—hang on.” He rushed and suddenly I felt him gone.

“No! Kyungsoo, don’t leave me you asshole!” I whisper shouted, unsure if someone was around me.

“Tell me, what should satisfy you?”

“I have a few things in mind.” The girl chuckled.

“Care to share?”

“Of course, Lay.” Lay? What the hell! His name is Yixing, you bitch. I suddenly felt hands on me, no not on me, on Yixing and—oh hell nah! I have to get the hell out! Yixing had no longer pants on him. I swear to God, Yixing if you don’t keep it in your boxers for a little longer I’ll cut off your dick. I gasped when I felt two hands on my cheeks, yes this time they were really on me.

“Who’s there?” I quietly asked.

“Y/N?”

“Sehun! Please help me, I can’t stay in any longer.” I gripped his wrists tightly.

“Kyungsoo told us, but I—I don’t know what to do.”

“Anything, Sehun just do anything!” The girl didn’t have any skirt on her anymore, I’m going to die if I have to see this, I’m not kidding. I abruptly pulled my head back when I felt something on my lips but Sehun wouldn’t let me, he pulled me closer to him. Was he...were those lips on my lips? I gasped and suddenly was brought out of Yixing’s head, all the heat leaving my body, leaving me shivering. My eyes widened when I saw Sehun’s closed eyes..his lips on mine! I pushed him away, starring wide eyes at the four boys standing in front of me.

“I’m sorry!” Sehun exclaimed “It was Kyungsoo’s idea!”

“No, it wasn’t mine!” Kyungsoo slapped the back of Sehun’s head “Minseok told me to tell you!”

“I didn’t!” Minseok raised his hands in the air “Jongdae whispered it to me!”

“So, what?” Jongdae shurgged, with a lazy grin on his lips “It worked, didn’t it?”

“It worked.” I sighed, crouching down.

“Are you okay, though?” Jongdae asked, concern lacing his voice.

“I’m—fine, don’t worry.” I mumbled.

“Come on, we’ll tell Miss Lin you don’t feel well and I’ll take you back to your room.” Sehun helped me stand up.

“Okay.” I whispered, trailing after him.

Once in front of my room, Sehun stopped me.

“Hey, I’m sorry for kissing you, if that made you feel like this. I didn’t want to do it, but the boys thought it might help.” Sehun scratched the back of his head.

“They thought well, it helped. Thank you, Sehun, I’m very grateful.” I hugged him, inhaling his familiar scent.

“I’m glad I helped and didn’t make you hate me.” He chuckled quietly.

“Don’t worry, you didn’t.” I smiled and pulled away.

“Take a rest and I’ll see you tomorrow. But if Yixing shows up, I’ll break his nose.” Sehun said through greeted teeth.

“No, don’t! I’ll deal with it.” I shook my head and entered my room “Take a rest too.” He nodded and locked the door after me, Yeri had keys too. I threw my things beside my desk and didn’t bother to take anything with me, I headed for the shower. Yeri won’t be back in an hour, so I don’t have to worry. Also, skipping one class won’t kill me. I stripped and went under the arm water. It slowly washed my sweaty body, and for the first time I felt dirty—I felt wounded and my heart was aching. Before I could stop myself, I broke down crying, curling up in a ball, sitting on the cold floor of the shower. This never happened before, I never entered Yixing’s head before when something like this was happening. I just knew what he was doing by his thoughts, seeing it—It’s just worst than ever. The thought of him doing it with any girl because why not? Me never having a chance? It hurts, you know?

I dressed up in my warm pyjamas and went to bed, pulling the covers over my head, crying myself to sleep. From time to time, it was okay to cry.

Someone was softly brushing my hair back, softly breathing besides my head. It was Yeri without a doubt.

“Well, good morning.” She chuckled, once I moved.

“Morning.” I mumbled, not opening my eyes.

“I hope you don’t mind that I crawled into your warm bed.” She whispered.

“No, it’s fine.” I sighed and finally opened my eyes.

“Did you cry all night?” She sighed, her eyes showing pity.

“Just until I fell asleep.” I shrugged, not in the mood to speak.

“Minseok told me what happened, and I don’t need to ask if you are okay, because you aren’t.”

“You are right, I’m not.” I mumbled.

“But—there have been more people who saw Sehun kissing you and—you are both Dhampir’s and—”

“We’ll just say it was on the cheek and they didn’t see right, easy.” I rolled out of bed, getting ready for the day or night, which ever you prefer.

“I don’t know if—”

“Yeri, can you leave me alone today?” I sighed.

“Oh, sure—I understand. You need space, since I’m already done I’ll meet you at the Cafeteria. Will you eat the usual?” Yeri asked, her voice quiet.

“Yes, and thank you.” She nodded and quickly left. I took on my uniform and went to wash my face. My eyes were puffy, and I had bags under them but since I don’ use make up I didn’t cover them. I pulled my hair in a ponytail, took my bag and headed to the Cafeteria. A few whispered when I passed by, maybe it was because they heard about the kiss or because my aura was dark, and I’m usually smiling and very loud. Not today, though.

Once in the Cafeteria, I headed to our table and instead of sitting near Yeri I sat down near Irene, who was a calmer and a more quiet person. She nodded at me, and took the tray of food beside Yeri and placed it in front of me.

“Thank you.” I mumbled and started eating.

“No problem.” She smiled sweetly at me and continued eating. Our table was buzzing, full with life, everyone chatting and laughing. Yeri and Kyungsoo kept glancing at me until I glared at them, trying to tell them it was annoying and that I was fine. Baekhyun joined our table with Joy by his side.

“Morning everyone!” He greeted the table “Y/N, how are you?”

“I have been better.” I sighed, finishing my breakfast.

“I’m sorry about yesterday and that I wasn’t there to help.”

“And how could you possibly have helped, Baekhyun?” I raised my eyebrows at him.

“If I had kissed you, things would have been a little different.” He tried hiding his smile.

“Baekhyun!” Joy exclaimed and hit his arm “Are you serious? Don’t you see she’s clearly hurt by what Yixing did and you tell her things like that?”

“Why would she—oh, I forgot. You like Yixing.” Baekhyun looked down at his food.

“I—” I looked wide eyed at Joy.

“I’m sorry, but they already knew.” Joy looked down, and quietly sipped on her drink. I told her I liked Yixing, hoping she wouldn’t tell anyone…

“If we are already speaking of Yixing, where is he?” Jongdae asked.

“I haven’t seen him this morning.” Jongin said, who was his roommate “He left early.”

“Where’s Sehun?” I asked, searching the table.

“He left after I woke up.” Baekhyun shrugged.

“That’s weird, why—” Irene didn’t have time to finish before I abruptly stood up.

“Oh my God—I have to leave. Don’t wait for me, nor Yixing and Sehun. Just go to class.” I gathered my things quickly and rushed towards one of the study rooms. How could they be so stupid? Not placing the dots together...Yixing and Sehun being gone at the same time? They don’t get on well very much? I don’t know who’s a bigger idiot anymore!

I rushed through the academy, pushing everyone in my way aside, trying to get to the study room faster, before Yixing and Sehun kill each other. I pushed open the heavy door, my bag instantly dropping to the floor.

“Yah!” I shouted “Stop right now!” But did they even pay attention? Of course not. I rushed up to them, and forcefully pulled Sehun off Yixing.

“Are you both deaf? I told you to stop! What the hell are you two idiots doing?!” I glared at both of them, Yixing stood up and touched his dark blue cheekbone.

“He came up on me, punched me.” Sehun glared at Yixing, brushing his bleeding lip.

“And so the big idiot you are—you punch back, right?” I stared annoyed at Sehun, I thought he knew better.

“Yes!” He looked at me, calmer than before. Yixing was quiet, but he was angry. I could feel it radiate from him.

“Sehun, leave. Get changed and go to classes.” I pushed him away.

“And you?” When he held my arm Yixing growled, walking up to us.

“You heard her, get the hell out of here.” He growled.

“And you—”

“Sehun, stop! Just go.” I told him with pleading eyes. He sighed, made eye contact with Yixing and kissed my forehead. Yixing’s jaw tightened and he stood tense beside me until Sehun left the room.

“Now you tell, what the hell is your problem?” I glared at Yixing.

“You tell me, Y/N.” Yixing said through gritted teeth “Why did that stupid Dhampir kiss you yesterday?”

“Seriously? That’s it? That’s why you had to punch him? Amazing.” I rolled my eyes and went to leave, but Yixing was quick to stop me. He took my arm and turned me around.

“I’m not done, Y/N. You think you can just go around and kiss everyone?

“Excuse me—”

“Let them touch you—”

“What the hell—”

“And on top of that, seriously? With Sehun? I thought you have better taste.” Yixing glared at me.

“First of all, what the hell is your problem? Why do you care who I make out with? And yes, Sehun, got a problem with it?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Surprise, I don’t care. Just keep ignoring me like you always do, it’s not that hard right? So why are you getting all angry now?”

“I didn’t give you permission to kiss with Sehun.”

“Since when do I need your permission, who are you, my father?” I glared at him “Curious why he kissed me? It was because of you. If he didn’t kiss me, I’d have had to watch you and that blonde bitch how you fuck, happy now? Or would you prefer me watching?”

“What are you—”

“Yesterday, when you should have been in class—you were busy doing something else. I saw, so don’t deny it.”

“Ella isn’t a bitch.” Yixing rolled his eyes.

“Oh, she isn’t? Okay.” I scoffed, my heart hurting more “Because from my knowledge, everyone who goes to you and is female wants to get in your pants—and only bitches are that desperate—”

“Y/N, shut up!” Yixing growled, he gripped the back of my neck tightly.

“What are you doing? Let go of me.” I glared at him, gripping his wrist.

“We didn’t fuck, I don’t know how much you saw—but we didn’t do it.” He said sighing.

“Oh, really?” I asked not believing him.

“Yes, and stop being sarcastic. Since a time, I’m not—I can’t do it.” He said not looking at me.

“Why? Is your dick not working anymore?” I restrained a chuckle. They aren’t you.

“What did you say?” My grip tightened on his wrist. Yixing looked me in the eyes, his gaze making me uncomfortable. I haven’t done it since a month—I just can’t—they aren’t you. They don’t speak like you, they don’t move like you. They don’t smell like you, they don’t feel like you. They aren’t you, and I can’t do it. I want you, not them. Yes, they are bitches who want to be fucked, but you aren’t. You are Y/N, and I want you.

“What—the hell is wrong with you? Are you drunk?” I asked flustered.

“I punched Sehun because he kissed you, because I’m jealous. I don’t want him kissing you, Y/N. I want to kiss you and hold you, because I like you way too much.” He breathed out, and in the next second I felt his lips on mine. I wasn’t dreaming, right? I kissed back, my lips moving against his warm ones. Yixing pulled me closer, and his breathing was shaky. I bit his lower lip, and he growled in appreciation. Before the kiss could deepen, I pulled away.

“How do I know you aren’t lying?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowed.

“I never told anyone I like them, and you know me better than anyone. You always know how I feel or what I think. I tried hiding the feelings from you, but I don’t want to anymore. And therefore, I like you.” He stared at me with big eyes.

“If you are lying, I’ll beat you up with the help of Sehun, because I like you too.”

“I know.” Yixing chuckled.

“What?”

“Kyungsoo told me.” He started laughing at my horrified face.

“Well thanks for telling me, you just gave me motivation to beat his ass for real at combat.” I smiled at Yixing and peeked his lips.

“Let’s go to class, we don’t want them to have dirty thoughts, right?”

“If you are having dirty thoughts I will know, therefore...try not having them or you might end up with a blue eye.”

“Noted.” Yixing laughed, and pulled me after him.

If he’s lying, he’s dead.

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Crown Jewels | Jimin

Pairing: Jimin x Reader Genre: merman/maid!au Words: 4.5k+ Warnings: There’s nothing particularly wild about this one. Notes: KITTEN AND I TALK A LOT AND IT GIVES ME INCREDIBLE IDEAS also lowkey inspired by an idea I had while playing Skyrim (don’t ask I can’t explain the thought process)

You sneak into the castle to steal the King’s jewels and gold and find more than you bargained for.

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Your breath came in quiet, shallow pants, your masked form pressed closely against the stone wall as you waited for the guards on your tail to pass. The satchel of jewels, a distinct weight against your left side, was a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation. If the king’s guards caught you with the bag of stolen jewels, let alone at all, then you would be living the rest of your life in the dungeons you’d snuck through to get here. That is, if they didn’t decide to execute you for your crimes first. This wasn’t exactly your first rodeo.

The king and queen that ruled over this province were, in a word, cruel. Taxes were high, and all the money taken from the people was spent on lavish balls and parties, and on allowing the royalty to live more comfortably. The previous rulers had treated the land and the people kindly and with respect, but the same could not be said for the current power. The king was a wicked man with no regard for the wellbeing of anyone but himself. His cruelty was known throughout the kingdom and manifested in his truculent temperament and violent fits of anger. The queen, however, was quite possibly the only one to trump her husband. Where his anger ran white-hot, hers ran frozen in her veins. She was cold, calculating, and almost entirely heartless. You didn’t know if she truly cared for her husband or not, but she definitely did not care for her people. They wanted to live the lush, luxurious life of royalty without any of the responsibility, and as a result the people— your people— were starving, and dying.

In a way, that was why you were here. Your guild, while a guild of thieves, was what you liked to call respectable, and stole only from those that could afford the loss. Nobles were more often than not your target, and you returned a sum of your spoils to the people so that they might be able to actually survive and make a living when the royalty and their taxes left them with nothing but a coin to their name. In your eyes, while you admitted thievery was probably not the ideal solution, what you and your guild did was honourable in a lot of ways. None of the royalty, and none of the noblemen, had ever worked hard for their fortunes. They didn’t deserve it, and abused the power it gave them, so why not put it to better use?

You were one of your guild’s prized jewels, and quite possibly the best they had to offer. Other guildmates might be sent on minor missions to retrieve gold or jewels from lesser nobles, but you were always assigned the big game. Which, of course, was why you were here… stealing the King’s prized jewels and gold. You’d also stolen a little something extra, something that was sure to help feed even more families than usual.

Your leader had directed you to go for the jewels and anything else valuable that you could. There had actually been a mysterious delivery to the castle a while back, something that had arrived from the sea with a large amount of guards escorting it. You’d bet that that was one of the most valuable things in this castle besides the king’s own crown. There were rumours as to what it was. People speculated things such an exotic jewel twice the size of a man, to a rare, tropical songbird. Some even thought it could have been a person, brought from a foreign place for the sick entertainment of the king and queen. Whatever it was, you hadn’t caught sight of it yet, and it was unlikely you would see it. You were most likely going to leave this place without it, but with the items you had already it wasn’t much of an issue.

When the enraged shouts of the guards had faded into the distance and you were sure the coast was clear, you moved from the wall and started on your way down the hall. You needed to get to the kitchens. The castle resided on the edge of a cliff, and the kitchens were on the lowest level. It had a door that opened directly to the outside, the cliff’s edge, where there was a staircase carved into the cliff’s face that led all the way to the beach below. It was the early hours of the morning, and the darkness would provide enough cover for you to make a swift escape. Currently, you were on the right side of the castle, but the wrong level. You needed to go at least another three floors down before you would be on the ground floor where the kitchen resided and where you needed to be.

You had no idea what this floor was used for, but compared to the other floors it was much quieter. Almost devoid of life besides yourself and the occasional guard, and you wondered why that was. The walls were still ornate and decorated like the rest of the castle, the halls lit dimly, but it seemed like it was frequented much less often. Shrugging, you continued. That just meant less trouble for you.

As you continued further, wisps of the strangest sound brushed against your ears. You stopped in your tracks, listening carefully. To your left was a dim hallway, and the sound, carried on the slight summer breeze, reached your ears again, only just brushing your senses before disappearing once more. For some reason, your heart had begun to ache. You still had a fair amount of time before dawn, and your superior couldn’t be mad at you for getting distracted if you didn’t tell him about it. Having made up your mind, you adjusted the strap of the satchel over your shoulder and turned down the dim hallway.

As you went deeper the light seemed to leave, the lights on these walls having been blown out. The sound grew more solid and tangible the closer you got, until you suddenly realised what it was. Singing. Someone was singing, and it was so mournful and hallowing that you felt your heart constrict and ache in your chest, your breath catching at the lump that grew suddenly in your throat. You didn’t realise you were crying until you reached a hand up and felt the wetness on your cheeks underneath the simple black mask you wore.

The voice brushing against your ears, so sad and full of sorrow, was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard. It was a sound that you didn’t think someone human could ever create, and the language was not one familiar to you. You couldn’t imagine the sadness this person was feeling right now, how all-consuming it must be to swallow them whole in such a way.

You crept closer to the origin of the sound, a doorway up ahead, and tried not to make any noise. You didn’t want the singing to stop. Your fingers pressed against the heavy wood door once you were close enough, gently easing it open. The song grew louder with the removal of the final obstacle between you, and you froze at the sight that greeted your eyes.

A large window took up the wall that faced the ocean, allowing in moonlight that bathed the entire room in a soft blue light. There wasn’t a single candle illuminating the space, the large pool of water taking up the room appearing inky where it wasn’t touched by the moonlight. There, by the window, leaning his naked upper half over the edge of the pool, was a man with soft, coral pink hair. He gazed out the window as he sang, the song coming to a soft end as you stood and watched in awe. There was a ripple in the water, and your gaze followed to see the source. You couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped you, alerting the man to your presence.

He spun abruptly, startled by your sudden appearance and causing the water to splash with his movements. His beautiful sunset pink tail whipped once as he propelled and pushed himself as far away from you as the pool would allow. The scales colouring his tail shimmered where they met light, and the sight was so beautiful and entrancing you almost didn’t notice the sores and distinct scale-less patches scattered over it. Your gaze went to the man—merman— who was now staring at you with wide, fearful eyes. He seemed… tired, and weak. He looked thinner than he probably should be for his frame, and his skin, even in the current poor lighting, seemed too pale, almost sickly.

You wondered why he seemed so afraid of you before you remembered you were wearing a mask to hide your identity. No doubt even you would be scared if you turned around and saw an ominous masked figure standing there, staring at you. Hastily you reached up and pushed your mask back to the top of your head, taking a step forward but stopping when you saw him flinch and press against the pool wall.

“Ah, no,” you gasped, rushing to ease his distress. You mindlessly took another step forward, hands outstretched and palms facing out to demonstrate you meant no harm. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you, I just heard you singing and followed the sound… You have a beautiful voice, I really am sorry for scaring you. I’m not going to hurt you.”

He blinked at you shrewdly, worrying his full bottom lip with his teeth. He didn’t seem to know whether he should trust you. You had to wonder, how many people had hurt him before you for him to act this way? You had a feeling you wouldn’t like the answer, as your eyes fell upon his body and glimpsed at thin scars.

“Are you… okay?” you asked, taking another slow step forward. He didn’t flinch this time. “What’s your name?”

“My name is Jimin.” His melodic voice greeted your ears, causing your heart to skip a beat at the sheer sensation of hearing it. His eyes narrowed at you, more curious than anything, but you could still detect a hint of wariness. “What are you doing here?”

“Me?” you asked with a blink, before grinning and patting the satchel at your side. “I’m here to steal the king’s jewels. I’m going to take them back to my guild and then we will use them to help the people affected by the king’s selfish rule.”

The merman seemed curious, dipping further into the water and moving the slightest bit closer. “You help the people that way?”

You nodded with an affirmative hum, before tilting your head a little at him. Your mind was working, wondering how the king had managed to procure a real, live merman without the entire kingdom knowing about it. You had the sudden realisation that this beautiful creature before you was what had been delivered to the palace, so heavily guarded, not so long ago. “The king… were you what he had delivered?”

Jimin nodded, a saddened frown tilting his lips and creasing his brow as he turned to gaze out the window at the ocean once more. “I was caught not so long ago, by a ship whose captain was eager for gold. He traded me to the king for a hefty sum, and I’ve been in this room since… I miss the ocean.”

You watched as a stray tear welled in his eye and fell, trailing down his smooth cheek, a crystalline teardrop. “I’ve been away from it so long,” He said, voice soft, gaze longing. “I’m dying. Each day I spend away from the sea I grow weaker and weaker. Soon I won’t be anything at all.”

His words caused the ache in your heart from his earlier song to grow. You glanced out the window. Dawn would come soon, but you should have enough time… you hoped.

Biting your lip, you moved a little closer. “How long can you be out of the water? Does it harm you terribly?”

The merman turned, confused gaze finding yours. “A while, but if I’m out too long my body can’t handle it very well.”

You nodded. A while. Okay, you could work with that. You moved a little closer to the edge of the pool, shifting your satchel of jewels to the front of your body.

“I’m going to help get you out of here.” You declared, smiling at him. “I can’t just leave when I know you’re going to be stuck here wasting away at the king’s sick whim. I want to help you.”

Hope sparked in his eyes, gaze glued to your face and taking in the sincerity and eagerness to help that you seemed to emanate. “You would do that?” his voice was a whisper. “How?”

You froze. How were you going to do that? You knew how you were originally going to escape, but how were you going to do so with this beautiful creature in tow? He couldn’t walk with you, so that was out of the question. You would probably have to carry him. Your gaze ran along the length of his body as you tried to determine the best way to carry him with as little strain on both of you. You didn’t think you could do bridal-style, it would be better to spread his weight more evenly than just in your arms. You were strong, but not that strong. So maybe…

You eyed his long tail, decorated with beautiful, flowy fins. Could a piggyback work? It would probably just be like piggybacking someone with only one leg. Probably.

“I’m going to carry you,” you said after a moment. His eyes widened. “With the state you’re in right now, I don’t think you’re going to be all that heavy. Even so, I’ll carry you on my back because I don’t think I could carry you too long in my arms.”

He bit his lip, weighing his desperation to be free of the stone castle walls and back in the ocean against the likelihood of your plan failing. His desire to be free won out. “Okay. Help me up.” He said, moving to the side of the pool.

Water splashed over the edge as you helped him onto the side of the pool, before crouching in front of him and feeling his arms wrap around your neck and shoulders. Water from his form soaked your clothes but you didn’t mind, it was more refreshing than anything. He shifted his tail so you could hold it with your left arm. The scales were smooth, almost glossy, against your skin and you were careful to steer clear of the sores. You made sure he was comfortable before straightening out with a little effort and a soft groan. He was heavy, of course, but a lot lighter than you would have expected. His tail was honestly the heaviest part of him. If he was any heavier you might have doubted your ability to escape. You made sure the satchel of jewels was also secured against your front and began to move.

Your movements were purposefully smooth as you traversed the hallways, since you didn’t want to jostle Jimin and accidentally hurt him. His chin rested on your shoulder as you moved through halls, sticking to the shadows and growing ever closer to your original destination; the kitchens. There was the slightest ache in your back but it wasn’t enough to bother you.

“How did you get caught?” you asked the merman softly, feeling him shift a little against you at the question.

“I had a fight with one of my brothers and ventured too far from our cove.” He said softly, that melodious lilt still present in his voice even at such a low volume. “I was so angry I didn’t realise there was a ship nearby, and they caught me.”

“Ah,” you responded, cutting off as you stopped behind a corner and waited for a pair of guards to pass. “I’m sorry.” You said, once the guards had gone and you had resumed your trek.

You found the set of stairs you needed to get to the lower levels and made a beeline for it, careful not to jostle Jimin. “It’s not fair at all this had to happen to you.” You continued, adjusting him in your grip for a moment before continuing down the stairs. “Do you think your brothers are worried?”

Jimin let out a soft chuckle. “Definitely. They’ve probably been looking for me this whole time, especially Jungkook, even though they’d feel that I’m not in the ocean anymore.”

You were surprised at his words. “They can feel that?”

Jimin hummed in affirmation in your ear, resting his head against yours. He sounded tired yet eager to talk. You wondered how long he’d spent in that room with only himself for company. “Yeah. We’re connected to the ocean; we need it and it needs us. We’re one with it. It helps us tell when there is a disturbance in the waters so we can maintain balance. That’s our role.”

You both fell silent as you reached the bottom of the stairs. You were lucky, they had taken you the whole way down to the ground floor. Now all you needed to do was find the kitchens and you could make a quick escape. The guards had probably left the castle already, assuming you’d gone. In a way, Jimin had really helped you both by distracting you.

You allowed his words to sink in as you moved, following the smell of food and hoping it led you to the kitchens since you didn’t actually know where you were going. Idly you adjusted the satchel so it was more comfortable for the both of you, since it was pressing slightly against Jimin’s tail too.

Jimin seemed to notice. “Isn’t it too heavy?” he asked quietly. “With both me and the jewels?”

You adjusted your grip on him subconsciously, thinking for a moment before answering honestly. “If it comes down to it, I’ll drop the jewels.” You said, taking him aback. “I can always store them somewhere and come back to them, but you’re getting out of here tonight, no matter what.”

Jimin was silent at that. You’d given him something to think about.

Sooner than you’d hoped the kitchens came into sight, and you could have leapt for joy. You would be out of here in no time. Thankfully, as you found when you peered inside, since it was so early no one was in there yet. You slipped into the massive room, only just missing the corner of a bench to your right.

“I am so sorry in advance if I bump against anything.” You said, before moving through the kitchens and towards the door at the other end of the room. Low light peaked through the small window in the wood. Dawn would arrive soon.

Nimbly you managed to navigate the kitchens in the low light provided, and soon you were at the back door. By some absolute miracle gifted upon you by the heavens, when you tried the knob on the door it was unlocked. Beyond pleased by this turn of events, you quickly exited the castle.

The air was fresh and salty as you stepped out, the sky lightening more with each minute that passed.

“We’re almost there,” you assured Jimin, who had grown a little weaker in his hold around you. He mumbled something in response but you didn’t quite catch it and instead focused on beginning the trek down the staircase you’d just found at the edge of the cliff. Soon you would be down on the beach.

By the time your feet touched sand some time later your back ached thoroughly, and you weren’t sure how much longer you would be able to carry the merman on your back. Jimin also didn’t seem to be doing too well, his hold more slack than anything and his form growing heavier as he grew closer to losing consciousness. You almost ran down the beach to the water, the lightened sky helping you greatly with trying not to fall or stumble.

The water was cool as it washed against you, seeping through your clothes and hitting your skin. It splashed up as you hurried into the small waves, your form quickly growing soaked. Jimin’s long tail dragged through the water as you waded deeper and deeper. You stopped only when the water was splashing against your hips. Quickly and as gently as possible you eased Jimin off your back, taking him into your arms and lowering him so most of his body was in the water. His breathing was shallow as he weakly clutched at your arms, and he gasped softly when he entered the water. You mumbled to yourself, hoping he would be alright.

Dawn broke on the horizon, and you watched as before your very eyes the sores and painful patches on Jimin’s tail began to heal. Colour began to return to his form, his skin bathed golden in the sunrise, and warmth returning to his face. His eyes cracked open and found your face, taking in your mesmerised look. Before, Jimin had been beautiful, but he’d also been weak and unhealthy. Now, he was…

“Stunning.” You mumbled to yourself, barely aware of your own words as you turned your head to smile at him. “I think you’re the real jewel here, Jimin.”

He blushed pink, pushing you away slightly and beginning to wade on his own as some of his strength began returning. He really was one with the sea, you thought in awe.

“Shut up.” He mumbled bashfully, but offered you a small smile anyway. “And thank you…”

“y/n.” you supplied with a soft smile of your own.

“y/n,” he repeated, sounding pleased. “Thank you, for helping me even when you didn’t have to, and had other priorities. I really… don’t think I would have ever been able to escape had it not been for you. So, thank you.”

You beamed at him. “You’re welcome. I’m happy I helped you, and that you get to see your brothers again, though I’m a little sad we have to part ways. I’m glad I got to meet you, Jimin.”

The merman returned your smile, moving closer to deliver a soft kiss to your forehead that robbed you of your breath and left you staring at him in surprise. “We’ll see each other again one day, I owe you my life after all.” He said, an affectionate lilt to his voice. “Listen for my song, and you’ll know where to find me. Until then…”

Your conversation was interrupted suddenly by the sound of several splashes not too far away.

“JIMINIE!” a voice, cried, and you both turned to look at the source.

Three male heads bobbed above the water several meters away, with the one that had shouted being the closest. Jimin’s face lit up with a radiant smile, happiness pouring from his expression. “Kookie!” he cried, looking almost tearful.

You smiled softly. These must have been his brothers. Jimin turned back to you, unable to keep the new grin off his face even as he seemed to realise sadly that he was now going to leave you.

“Thank you, y/n. Really.” He smiled.

You mustered your own grin. “You’re welcome. You better keep that promise and see me again one day! And don’t go getting caught again, okay? There’s only so many times I can rob the castle and save you.”

Jimin chuckled at that. “Alright,” he agreed easily.

You wanted to give him something, so he definitely wouldn’t forget you. Your face lit up as you had an idea and reached into the satchel still at your side. You pulled out the item you had in mind, grasping Jimin’s hand so you could place it in his palm. It was the little something extra you’d stolen besides jewels and gold. Jimin looked down at the heavy item in his grasp in awe.

“You should have this.” You said, grinning. “I think it would be more meaningful for you to keep. You can go and tell everyone you one-upped the king.”

Jimin grasped the item tightly, looking up at you happily. The king’s crown, golden and embedded with luxurious gems and jewels, glinted spectacularly in the light of the rising sun. You could feel the goodbye in the air, even without either of you saying it. Jimin moved forward one last time, giving you another soft kiss on the forehead, before pulling back. You waved and he gave you a final smile before turning and diving into the water, towards his brothers and the open ocean. Towards his home.

You watched, smiling fondly where you stood waist-deep in the water, as he resurfaced near his brothers and embraced them happily. You would have stood longer, but the distant sound of galloping and angry shouts reached your ears and you spun to see the king’s guards at the other end of the beach. You could tell the second they saw you, enraged yells growing louder, and you took that as your cue to leave.

You turned, seeing Jimin and his brothers had noticed them too, and waved, calling a hurried farewell. “Bye! See you again sometime! Stay safe!”

At the sound of the guards taking off towards you, you abruptly turned and rushed out of the water, legs straining until they were free of the tide, when you promptly took flight and sprinted up the beach. There was a dense forest that met the short area of grass before the sand, at the top of the beach. You would aim for there, since it would be easier to lose them that way. You just had to get around the edge of the cliff first. Thankfully, you weren’t too far from it.

Jimin watched as you sprinted away from the guards, nimble legs carrying you quickly enough to allow a swift escape. His eyes followed as you rounded the cliff and made for the forest. You soon disappeared within, and the guards followed, albeit with more difficulty. You seemed perfectly capable, and he didn’t doubt you knew what you were doing. He was happy you would be safe soon.

As his brothers grasped his arms and tugged him beneath the surface and towards their home, he couldn’t help but think how this, all of this he was experiencing right now, was only possible because of you. He felt so grateful, he wanted nothing but to repay the favour one day.

Looking to the shiny crown in his grasp, he let a small smile onto his lips. He would definitely see you again someday soon, and this time it would be to sing you a song that would win your heart.

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"Now it's time to choose!" Bang ShiHyuk smiles at you, with a devilish smirk plastered on his features.

"Already?!" you exhale disappointedly. "Oh man... How am I ever going to choose?"

"Had a fun time eh? Well..I do have a nice taste in men, so it must be really difficult for you right now." he sing-songs the words and shrugs nonchalantly.

You frown at him and then let yourself flop over the desk chair with a loud gasp, twirling the wheels of the chair by moving them with both feet while pondering about the final decision. Looking at the black screen of the computer you try to imagine who you see next to you in your reflection.

"Let's do some pros and cons shall we?" Bang ShiHyuk starts, sitting over the desk in front of you. "What about Jimin? the romantic and sweet black-haired prince who makes you feel complete and safe?"

You open your eyes wide and stare at him in awe. "How do you know I felt like that while I was with him?"

"I choose them for you! I know exactly how you must think about them— Now hush and let's finish this!" You close your mouth and nod. "Jungkook? The adventurous and cheeky thief who surprised you with a fairy tale-like scenery?" Bang ShiHyuk waves his arms around grandiloquently and starts numbering the princes by raising his fingers one by one. "Prince Jin perhaps? Who's not only breathtakingly beautiful but also extremely kind and loving and wishes to be free with someone to love him not for his looks but for his true self? No wait! The beast! The enigmatic and puzzling cursed prince whose heart you stole by showing him affection? Perhaps... the witty and loving trickster Taehyung? or Prince Hoseok, funny and amiable with a golden heart? General Namjoon? Loyal and appreciative?" Finally all seven fingers are up and he stares at them, then at you with a silent question on his face.

You smile at him. One of the names he just said made your heart skip a beat and memories of the time together floods you — every smile, every night together, every scent, though unfortunately one of those was horse turds. “I know exactly who I’m choosing… And if you say you know how I think of them, you do too.” The fairy godmother nods and winks. “I sure do.” He gets up and claps repeatedly, obviously excited about your decision. “Your wish is my command! Let this be a happier time for you from now, my dear!” He then moves forward and circles with his fingers rhythmically. “Wait!” you shout. “How will I meet with him again?” Bang ShiHyuk chuckles and answers softly, “This is written in the stars.” With a soft poke, he presses your forehead with it and just like that he disappears, leaving the phantom sensation of his touch on your forehead. Blinking repeatedly you look around for a sign of him but there is none. Your brain flashes the reminder of a broken computer, and your stomach clenches in concern before turning around and finding the broken computer fixed and with a little note stuck to the side of the screen saying ‘All here is done! Don’t waste any more time in this office and go have a night out~ you deserve it xoxo’ left — of course — by none other than your fairy godmother. You laugh at the note and then take a deep breath boosting yourself out of the desk chair with renewed confidence. “Let’s do this!” you say to yourself. The watch on your wrist reads 12AM and you are startled. “Wasn't it 12:40 PM when I started this 'prince' crusade?” you wonder, but easily shrug it off since time bending is not a really far fetched idea considering magic is involved. After sending a quick message to your friend saying you are on your way to the pub, you grab the purse on the desk and run out of the office practically skipping, wondering how you would meet prince charm — that’s to say, Jin, in this world.

“Y/n! You kept your promise!” your friend cheers emotionally, waving and running towards you. “I cannot believe the one and only ‘Miss-work-comes-first’ is standing inside a pub! How very shocking!” she exaggerates, visibly happy to see you. “Outrageous right?” you add in the same tone as her. “On this night however I'm ‘Miss-gimme-five-shots-of-whatever-you-can,-pronto’ though,” you continue. The night continues with laughs, lots and lots of drinks and talking about a variety of subjects, and among them, irreparably, the dating topic surfaces. “So let’s get you a hookup!” your friend blurts suddenly, half serious and half booze-talking to you. “Get me a what-what?” you almost spit your drink. “I don’t want a hookup.” “You sure need one though.” She smirks, looking at you from above her eyebrows and wiggling them suggestively. You elbow her under the rib to stop her insinuations. You both laugh, and start a new conversation when the hairs on your neck tingle, the known feeling of someone staring at you. Spinning your head around to search for the source of the goosebumps, your eyes come across someone you never expect. “Fuck,” you say out loud turning around quickly and covering the right side of your face with your hand, catching your friend’s attention. “What is it?” she asks looking the way you did seconds ago, but swiftly you turn her around again ‘fuck,fuck’ you curse. “What's wrong y/n??” she whispers. “Our boss is here.” you whisper back opening your eyes widely.

She frowns not understanding the sudden concern, after all it was in your right to be at a pub after work. “So?”

You bite your lip pondering on telling her something she never knew; the true reason why you are always hung up on work.

“Okay, listen— I need to confess something.” your friend looks serious at you, her full attention on you. “You know I never have time to go out after work,right?” she nods, and you gulp. “Well— the reason for that is because our boss gives me the work he doesn't finish and I stay at night to finish it.”

“What?! You mean you are working after hours...because of his laziness??” She spats the question, some of the droplets left from her drinks land on your face. “He can’t do that! That’s inhuman!” You grab her by the shoulder and try to hush her softly. “Is he even paying you the extra hours?” she inquires bending down closer.

In response you wave you head in a ‘so so’ motion. “It’s not a lot but it’s enough for me.”

Your friend blinks shock and leans back on her site. “You are insane. This is why you never have a day off? Because of our boss forcing you to do work overtime?!” she looks completely outraged by the situation.

“Well, It’s not forced, since I agreed to it.” you counter.

“No...It’s forced because he knows damn well you need the cash!” she berates folding her arms over her chest.

“It’s nothing really…” you shrug it off trying to take weight out of the situation.

“If it’s nothing then why are you hiding your face?” You stare at her long and with a blank expression; You can’t answer. Before she continues with her vexed complains about the situation with the boss, he actually walks towards the two of you, a fake half smile on his face.

“How are you lovely ladies doing?” he speaks in a camaraderie tone.

You force a smile and look his way avoiding any type eye-contact. “Hey, we are good,thank you.” you answer.

He nods quickly placing one hand over your shoulder, the touch making you tighten your lips into a thin line. “Nothing like a night out after work right?” he continues, trying to act casual with the two.

“Yeah, this is the first night out we have. We are having a great time...” your friend replies calmly taking you aback. You glance her face and there is not a single drop of indignation or anger unlike before.

“You ladies deserve it.” he chuckles giving a squeeze where his hand is on you.

And then you see it; her jutting chin, a tight-lipped smile and fist clenching— she is angry. “Funny you say that to y/n. She actually does in fact deserve the night-out” she fumes at him, words filled with bitterness.

“Excuse me?” He frowns and closes his eyes, pretending not to have heard her well.

“She is mumbling nonsense, don't mind her.” You try to calm the ambiance. The last thing you need is your friend putting herself inside the flames for your stupidity. He is abusing your need of money, you know very well, but this started long ago and you were more naive and desperate at the moment.

“You know what I mean,boss. Don't try to pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about yeah?” She continues to shoot arrows of guilt his way. Sneakily you give her a nudge to her leg with yours, hoping she understands the need to tone it down a little, but nothing can save her from what she said next to him. “Have a little decency…”

Your boss licks his lip amused and his eyes now look menacing and filled with rancor. “I’m gonna pretend I didn't hear that or came here to talk to you both, okay? I’m not a guy who holds any grudges and since you’re drunk anyway I’m assuming there are no bad intentions behind it. ”

“You know what you are doing is illegal right? Keeping workers after hours just so that your lazy-ass can be resting at home instead of the office.”

“Listen you little fu—”he starts bending closer to your friend, chest out asserting dominance over her when you sit up and place yourself between the both of them pushing him away lightly when, thankfully, the situation is immediately cut by someone else’s arrival.

“He... what?” a silvery voice asks, you immediately recognize it.

Your breath catches once you see him. A tall and gracious young man stands a few meters away, stunningly handsome, breathtakingly beautiful, absolutely gorgeous, the words flow again as you remember them the first time, but unlike then his face is not adorned with a lighthearted smirk, instead, Jin is frowning, his lips sealed into a tight line and eyes glancing at your boss visibly enraged. He shifts looks between the three waiting for a reply and when he doesn’t get one he asks again. Your boss looks at Jin in horror. “I-...I-...” he stutters. Jin moves forward.

“This man is Illegally making an employee after working hours to finish his own work.” your friend claims filling the gaping silence.

Jin shifts his gaze between your friend and boss and stops to stare at you for a longer time, it may sound unlikely but you see a glimpse of recognition crossing his face, making your heart jump inside your chest. “Is this true?” he asks directly at you.

You are so mesmerized by how his lips move and the fact he really is in front of you and it’s not just a figment of your imagination you are not able to hear his question, but your friend pushes your shoulder to bring you back from your reverie. “Yes…” you answer finally “Yes your Hig— I mean...Yes, it is true.” Jin makes a small nod and looks behind him searching for someone, after a gesture of his hand a short man approaches dressed in a neat suit and sunglasses ‘A man in black? ...No.” a familiar air surrounds him but you can’t quite put your finger on why. “ShiHyuk…” he starts and your jaw instantly dropps, because right after he says the name the newcomer takes off his sunglasses and reveals none other than your fairy godmother. “Yes?”

“Please send a mail to this fella right here” Jin points at your boss. “Saying he is summoned tomorrow to have a in-deep inspection of his work on our company.”

“B-b-bu-but…” Your boss stammers, looking for either two of you to say something about it with no effect. “Immediately Mr. Kim,” Bang Shihyuk said taking his phone from his pocket and typing on it, he then leaves but not without dedicating a mischievous side smile at you with a wink. ‘This guy…’

“Sir, please…” he begs.

“This is not the first time we get complains about you regarding such a situation. Now as the new CEO I will not tolerate such behaviour,” he slurs swiftly without any sign of hesitation.

Your boss is left speechless and has nothing more to say or do than just walk away from the place leaving you all behind.

“I’m deeply sorry about the troubles he may have caused you, and furthermore for the inconvenience.” he bows at you sincerely. “My name is Kim SeokJin,” he introduces. “I’m the new CEO of the company.”

Your friend interrupts. “What happened to the old CEO of the company?”

“My father, he decided to retire and left me in charge.” Jin explains. “He might have given too many pardons while he worked, but I strive to have a different way of managing the company than him.” he looks down to his feet gingerly. “Again, I’m deeply sorry for this Ms. y/n.”

You open your eyes wide as plates, he said your name! Does he remember you? “You know me?” your eyes twinkle hopefully, the beating of your heart raising rapidly.

“Ah, no, sorry. I just read your card,” he said pointing at your chest. Not until know you realize the employee ID card is still dangling under your collar and you face palm yourself mentally.

“Right…” you answer chuckling awkwardly. You try to break the uncomfortable mood by making a joke. “So you were looking at my chest?” you say bluntly taking Jin by surprise.

“No! I mean…” he blabbers, a soft blush forming at his cheeks. A completely different sight from the serious CEO who rescued you both before.

“Relax CEO-nim. This is just friendly banter,” your friend pushes him lightly. He chuckles and looks at you with the brightest of smiles. “Hope we can get along,” she offers a hand to him for him to squeeze and he returns the gesture.

“Hope so too…” he replies.

“If I may ask though… Do you normally work as a workplace vigilante or we just casually bump into you?” your friend queries after asking for another round of drinks for everyone —Jin included.

He laughs wholeheartedly. “No I’m not. I was at home actually, working on some last details before the announcement of my succession and felt the need to get out and relax for a while. My secretary, Shihyuk, suggested this place.” he tells. “I honestly didn't expect anything like this to happen, but I’m glad I did.” He glances your way and smiles.

“Well...you can join us and relax if you want, or maybe you should go back to your work?” you suggest.

Jin sighs and ponders on your proposition twisting his lips from side to side. “Mmm, I guess it’s required I have a good relationship with my co-workers,” he shrugs.

As the night moves on you get to meet more about the new CEO Jin who is quite charming and heartfelt, but you already know all of these things about him, even though the setting is different and he doesn't actually belong to royalty, he is the same kind Jin you met on your adventure to another land. You are dying to disclose the secret, but it proves impossible, since there is no right way of starting a conversation with ‘Hey, remember me? The maid you helped once before on your castle and asked me to help you start a conversation with the woman of your dreams? Or so you thought, until we spent the most wonderful four days together and fell in love?’ yeah...no. So you attune to meeting the “in real life” Jin without any fantasy setting,without any sneaking at night or dancing in the secret garden at night while you sang for him. You sigh, a little sorry all those memories and the fondness you have for him are just one-sided now. “Be right back,friends. I must make space for more drinks.” your friend announces getting off her stool, once she lands on the ground she stumbles on her own feet almost falling on top of another couple sitting at a table for two. “Sorry” she apologizes while searching for your shoulder for support. “Maybe I won’t be drinking after peeing… I should head home.” she comments after having a hiccup.

You nod and say you’ll wait to help her take a cab. Jin and you are left alone, so you take the time to turn to him and let him know you are parting ways afterwards. “Guess the night is over for us.” you say a little sorrowful. Jin who was asking the bartender for the check (which he most gallantly offered to pay despite the attempts to stop him) must have noticed the tone on your voice because he smiles melancholic at you.

“We can always get together after work again though. That is… if you don’t find it weird to go out for drinks with the boss, of course.” he chuckles softly. “I wouldn't like to get you in any trouble,” he continues.

You smile earnestly at him. “Not at all!” you chuckle chugging the bottom of your last drink for the night. “I actually really enjoyed tonight.” The words slip right off your mouth and you can’t help but blush at the lame response you just had. There is no way you can look at him straight after that, so you fix your eyes on the base of the glass on your hands. “I thought bosses were more reserved around employees, but you are talking pretty casually to me.” you shrug.

“Have we met before?” Jin abruptly asks, making you shift your gaze to him instantly, and there you see it; A spark. A small but distinctive sign of recognition lighting his features, his eyes boring deep inside you, making your stomach twist into a knot.

“I-...” you want to shout it, say yes you know him better than anyone, but your confidence falters and you stop yourself too afraid that if you say anything and you’re wrong he might think you crazy. “I...dont think so.”

“Oh…” he looks down, the spark in Jin’s eyes faints little by little and you can physically feel the pain of being a coward.

Your friend returns and you head outside to get a cab for her, she looks a little more refreshed and is not floundering anymore, Jin offers to drop her home but she insists on walking because her apartment is only five blocks away and it would be silly to ask for anyone to drive. After a little coercion, she agrees and let's you and Jin escort her back home. You side-eye Jin, checking him from time to time while walking down the street, he is not smiling as much anymore and it’s your fault. What if he does remember? What if he recognized you and is hoping you'll remember him, but because you were scared you just threw that out the window? So you make a decision, there while your friend walks inside the building. You did not just had the seven most amazing adventures of your entire life just to let every opportunity of a new adventure slip away. Even less with Jin. No, indeed. Once she is safely home, Jin and you are left alone again and you need to make something that can trigger the situation again— anything. “I’m calling my assistant to come for us. We’ll get you home.” Jin hastens to say, walking a few steps away, taking his phone from his pocket and dialing before you can complain.

It’s now or never. But what can you do?

Think. Think.

Then the words come clear to you like once before. “A dream is a wish your heart makes”

You start singing, softly at first, but as you are watching Jin’s broad shoulders your chest is filled with renewed confidence and you sing louder.

“When you’re fast asleep In dreams you lose your heartaches Whatever you wish for, you keep.”

Jin stops and takes the phone off his ear; you have caught his attention.

“Have faith in your dreams and someday Your rainbow will come smiling through No matter how your heart is grieving If you keep on believing”

He slowly turns meeting your gaze, his head tilted with curiosity and awe, a little hint of moist on the corner of his eye. “...The dream that you wish will come true.”

Your heart stops once you stop singing, and the seconds seem turn into hours while you stand there facing each other until Jin talks.

“You know…” he begins, a smirk forming at his lips while he closes the steps separating the both of you. “It was hard to recognize you without your dirty maid outfit.”

“It was not dirty!” you counter offended by his statement.

Jin laughs wholeheartedly and puts an end to the distance between you and him, his hands cupping your face gently inching down to meet your lips, but he cruelly stops before doing so. “Shall we,miss?” he teases.

“Gladly, Your Royal Highness.” you answer, grabbing his clothes and pulling him to put an end to the torture.

And finally his lips are on you, demanding, passionate and full of awaiting. Jin’s thumb begins to caress your cheek as his breaths and yours meld together. There is no space left between the both, and you can feel the beating of his heart against your chest, making your own somersault in joy. Unexpectedly, his hands drift to your hips and after that he is lifting you up and spinning you around while you laugh without parting. You are afraid he will disappear after, and you don’t dare open your eyes, but he puts you down again delicately and you slowly take a peek;he is still there, perfect and real. Jin then breaks the kiss first to speak, his forehead pressing against yours. “I finally caught up with you” he smiled gingerly, his eyes lovingly staring at you.

You peck his lips and he returns the kiss. “How is this even real?” you ask, more to yourself than him.

“You are my dream y/n...” he declares leaning down to kiss you again. So you close your eyes to meet his kiss, not afraid to open them again. Because you know he will be there.

Because the wish you both had, has come true.

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Moodboard: Jaime x Brienne - Pacific Rim AU

Jaime Lannister could not be any less pleased when receives a phone call from his younger brother Tyrion to make yet another attempt to convince him to return to the Pan Blackwater Defense Corps by calling him up when the younger man should know that Jaime is busy being miserable. While Jaime left the organization after the incident, his brother remained as one of the leading scientists doing their best to find a way to keep the Kaijus from pouring out of the Breach in the Narrow Sea.

But Jaime quit, he quit for good reason. After all, he is being called “Kingslayer” for that very good reason that no one beside him is ever going to comprehend.

“… But we need you here, Jaime. You know we are short on pilots, and by that I mean pilots who can do more than just climb into a Jaeger and not pee their suits.”

“I don’t care,” the older man retorts. “And even if I did, I can’t do this anymore, Tyrion, you know it. You ran the tests. I can’t bridge with anyone ever again. That time was over when Aerys was done for.”

“The big boss wants to see you regardless of that circumstance.”

“Well, then tell the big boss that he can fuck himself,” Jaime snaps.

“… I don’t think he would appreciate you saying that.”

The older brother pinches the bridge of his nose. “He is in the room with you, isn’t he?”

“Indeed, Mr. Lannister,” Marshal Selwyn Tarth confirms. “And since you are still enlisted as a Ranger, you are under my authority, which means that asking for a meeting should be within your capacities, even if you decide to turn down the proposal I mean to make.”

“I kind of liked the big boss before you. He was more laid-back,” Jaime huffs.

“And he is also dead now,” the Marshal points out drily.

“I am aware.”

“I will see you at the Red Keep in an hour.”

“Yes, Sir.”

And so, Jaime finds himself back in the PBDC’s headquarters after all this time. If it weren’t for the circumstance of the meeting, he would even feel honored to meet the infamous Selwyn Tarth, one of the Jaegers of the first hour, and the first to operate one all by himself. The second one being Jaime himself.

Though that was not entirely by choice.

Jaime is less than pleased to hear about the recent losses of able pilots and that recruitment is going slower than anticipated, though the former pilot can’t really fault anyone for not wanting to jump into a gigantic robot suit and fight sea monsters on a daily basis.

“I already told Tyrion, and I hope you told you as well: I went into a Jaeger again after that, even though I didn’t want to, and whoever they teamed up with me, I could not create a Drift with. I am out of service.”

“I want to suggest a different approach than what was done previously, which is to have a tryout, to see whether there is an able co-pilot you can bridge with.”

“Now, you make me feel special.”

“We have a Jaeger we can’t use because it is an old model that our newest crewmembers can’t operate without supervision.”

“Then you need to train them more.”

“I can’t force you back into a Jaeger, that is true, but that doesn’t mean I don’t implore you to try it anyway. There is nothing much to be lost if you agree to the tryouts. You get to choose your co-pilot. And if we don’t find a candidate that fits, nothing much is lost for either one of us.”

“Safe for time I could spend otherwise.”

“You don’t have other hobbies, remember?” Tyrion huffs.

“And you remember what I said to you about spilling that to authorities?”

“Bad things about to happen to me, yadda-yadda.”

“So I get to call the shots. Also the procedure?”

“That, too, unless it violates the laws.”

“Seems sensible to me. And anyway, the clock’s ticking every other day to announce the next Kaiju to come cause havoc in the city, so why bother saving time we all know we don’t have, right?”

And so, Jaime gets to meet both the recruits and the Marshal’s daughter, Brienne of Tarth, who was the one most invested in the reconstruction of the old Mark 3 Jaeger Selwyn wants to put Jaime into. Though upon first meeting either one, he is less than impressed. The recruits are not even good enough to call parts of the “resistance” the Marshal wants to refer to it, and the mannish woman with blue eyes, while recognizing his talents and records as a Ranger, is less than pleased with Jaime’s laid-back attitude.

But what does he care, right? He has nothing to lose anymore, because he already did, back that day after which he was and will forever be known as the Kingslayer.

However, he remains interested in this odd character lurking around the Red Keep, even more so after he overhears a conversation between her and her father. As it turns out, she had hopes that her father would let her operate the Mark 3 Jaeger after she rebuild it, only to learn that Jaime was recruited for the task and that the Marshal has no intention to let her take part in the tryout.

“But I did the training. I did all the simulations. I helped rebuild this Jaeger almost entirely from scrap metal! ll I am asking for is a chance to try, Father!”

“I told you often enough that I won’t lose my only living daughter to the Kaijus. They already took our home. They took Galladon.”

“But I am not Galladon!”

“No, and you keep forgetting that I did let you try, but you didn’t have anyone who was Drift-compatible with you. We have been here before, Brienne. We have more immediate issues to take care of than wish fulfillment. I know that you want to operate a Jaeger, but right now, we are low on resources, we are low on pilots. And yet, we cannot afford to lose. So that means we all have to sit back and do what is best for the people. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

While that sheds some light on the woman’s misgiving towards him, Jaime still can’t find it in himself to completely resist teasing her about it, after all, her scowls and cursing are the only thing that makes his day when day after day proves to be a disaster. None of the recruits is anywhere near close to being Drift material for Jaime.

“It appears that your project is bound to fail, Marshal. And you can’t say I didn’t try.”

“We still have a few more days left, Ranger.”

“You are the big boss, after all.”

One evening at the gym, Jaime and Brienne finally snap when accusations are exchanged, leading to the two fighting one another, though to both their surprise, they can anticipate each other’s movements almost immediately, and that even though Jaime knows how to play dirty. Though to Brienne’s credit, she seems to have learned some street-smartness even in the many simulations she underwent. When the two collapse on the mats after a long struggle, they agree to a momentary truce, only to have Tyrion rush in, clapping his hands excitedly.

“And what would you want?” Jaime snaps.

“I think the tryouts are over,” the younger man answers.

“Great. So I get to go?”

“Into a Jaeger, yes.”

Jaime frowns. “What?”

“We will need to run the tests, but after that performance, I have no doubt that you two are Drift-compatible.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me, brother, c’mon.”

“With him? No way.”

“What she said. No way.”

However, there is a way. That same night, Tyrion sneaks them into the lab to run the tests, well aware that the Marshal would never approve of having Brienne tested, but once they climb into the Jaeger, it becomes clear: They can drift and thus operate the Jaeger that they need so desperately to support the rest of the group.

When Selwyn interrupts the show, he is bound to watch his nightmares becoming true as Brienne is operating the Mark 3, proving to be as much of a natural as Galladon used to be.

“I don’t think we will find another person to take over her spot, boss. So it’s either that we do what’s best for the people… or not,” Tyrion tells him cautiously, well aware of the Marshal’s personal struggle to see his daughter in a Jaeger after that was where he last saw his son in.

“… Have the suits refined to fit her. When the next Kaju appears, she will co-pilot the Jaeger,” the Marshal eventually announces, before exiting wordlessly.

“Yes, Sir.”

And so it comes that Jaime and Brienne find themselves living a strange version of what they thought would never be. Jaime never saw himself getting back into a Jaeger, having been under the belief that there was no way to find another he could bridge with after what happened between him and Aerys, whereas Brienne has to accept that if she wants to stay a co-pilot, she will have to put up with the snarky asshole who bosses her around out of sheer delight.

However, their truce is soon tested when the next Kaiju attacks King’s Landing and Oath Keeper, as Brienne baptized the Jaeger, gets his first action after having been put to sleep for such a long time and the two have to realize that the Drift puts them much closer than either would want to, as both have kept secrets from the world to the best of their abilities.

While they continue to succeed with Oath Keeper, the Kaijus keep coming more and more frequently – and seem to get stronger upon every time the Breach lets one of those monsters travel to their world. The PBDC works on a solution to finally close the Breach to keep the Kaijus from pouring into their world, though that mission may prove to be too dangerous for any pilot to master.

And along the way, two co-pilots have to discover that they may have much more to lose than they ever believed possible…

Note: This was inspired by both a coincidence that put the idea Pacific Rim as a potential moodboard idea into my head when I read something about that on Tumblr, and then I remembered the most amazing fanart works by @wyrmbloods (link) and @smoucan (link) who had me think that this is not only truly amazing fanart, but alos amazing AU material I may borrow for another moodboard of mine. And so I decided that it was time to moodboard the Seven Hells out of this, too.

Additional Image Sources: Pacific Rim (2013), Pacific Rim: Uprising (2018).

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