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written-in-flowers · 2 years ago

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Fly Away: Pt. 9

Pairing: Young!Aemond x Young!Velaryon!Reader | Side pairing: Rhaenyra x Alicent, Aegon x Helaena

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Au: friends to lovers, childhood love, incest (duh), slight homophobia expressed, repressed feelings, mutual pining, teenage runaways, mentions of bullying, arrange marriages

Word Count: 8k

Summary: Young love overcomes all in a family full of broken bonds and broken hearts. When Princess Y/N Velaryon and Prince Aemond Targaryen are discovered missing from their beds, their mothers must come together to find them. The search might do more for their families than a mere marriage pact can.

A/N: want to clarify now that we stick with young!Aemond throughout the story. Ewan’s Aemond comes in at the very end. This is mainly done starting a bit before The Princess and the Queen and a little bit after the events at Driftmark. I do pull some scenes from the show, but it remains relatively loose throughout. Want to also point out that The Dance doesn’t happen in this universe, so...happy ending expected, because we need more of those.

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“Woah! Are you mad? You could’ve killed me!”

Aegon Targaryen walked out from the line of bushes and trees, an expression of irritation on his face as he pulled the arrow out of the tree next to him. Aemond’s posture loosened, and he stared at his older brother in surprise. You almost did not comprehend it at first. Dozens of questions came to mind, but you did not want them answered. To acknowledge Aegon and his appearance brought on the inescapable truth:

They’d found you.

“Aegon?” you heard Aemond say in a breath.

“Is this where you’ve been the whole time?” he asked, ignoring his brother’s shocked expression. “Mother’s devastated. You’re already half-blind, and then you decide to run away. We’ve got everyone looking for you.”

“Aegon?” he said again in disbelief.

“If you planned on running, you could’ve at least told me where you were going.”

“Aegon?”

“-Oh, Aemond! Oh, thank the gods!”

Another figure burst out of the bushes, with three more running behind her. Helaena, in a dress of cream and gold, hurried forward and embraced her younger brother. She held onto him tightly, nearly crying from joy and relief.

“Are you alright?” she released him, checking him up and down, “You are not hurt, are you? Where’s your eye patch?”

“Helaena?”

“We’ve all been so concerned,” she hugged him again.

Stiff legs finally gained mobility when you saw those who’d followed her. Luke spotted you in the window, his disquiet finally giving way to relief when his eyes met yours.

“Y/N!” he shouted, running past the silver-haired siblings to the cabin door. “Jace, Baela, she’s in here!”

You saw Jace and Baela next, hurrying forward right behind Luke and reaching the door. Jace stood in the doorway for a few minutes, taking in the sight of you damp and wearing nothing but a thin nightgown. Your violet eyes met his brown ones, the reality becoming truer the longer you stared at him. Luke, however, pushed past Jace and Baela to nearly tackle you. Curly head coming up to your chest, your arms encompassing him out of habit and bewilderment.

“We thought you’d died!” Luke cried, burying his face into your dress. “We thought something terrible happened to you. We’ve been searching everywhere!”

“You scared us, Cousin,” Baela added, hugging you from the side and wrapped Luke in her arms. “Grandmother sent Grandfather and I to come searching for you. She’s very worried about you.”

“So is Mother.”

“Luke? Jace? Baela? How’d you all get here?” you asked them.

“We came on our dragons,” Jace answered, not coming forward immediately. “We knew you’d come here from your letters to Aemond.”

You wanted to hide. They’d read Aemond’s letters. If they had, then that means your mother did as well. Luke and Baela released you, and you felt the heat of their gazes on you. Jace stood a foot away from you, awkwardly digging his shoe into the floor in front of him.

“Mother is here too, I take it?” you asked him.

“She is. We flew ahead of her, but she’s with Grandfather and Father looking for you,” he answered. He then said, “Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“About what?”

“About what I said to you on Driftmark. I….I didn’t mean it.”

“Jacaerys,” you walked to him, “That was so long ago.”

“I’m still sorry,” he replied. “I was angry and hurt.”

You gave a soft smile, then hugged him gently. “You shouldn’t have come here,” you told them, “Aemond and I are fine.”

“But you took off and didn’t tell anyone where you’d gone,” Jace said.

“Because Mother would’ve stopped me.”

“Of course she would’ve stopped you,” he said. “This place might’ve been dangerous. There could’ve been people living here, and they could’ve taken you hostage or killed you.”

“Nobody knows this island exists anymore,” you rolled your eyes.

“Which makes it worse. Y/N, you must come home with us now. If Mother sees you came with us, she might not be as angry that you ran away.”

“No,” you shook your head. “As much as I love Mother and Father, and as much as I love you all, I’m not coming home.”

“Why not?” Luke asked you tearfully, “Do you hate us now?”

“No, I don’t hate you, Luke,” you said, bringing him back into your arms. “But, Aemond and I have started making our own home here; we’re both happy together. If we went back, Mother and The Queen would split us up again. I don’t want that,” you saw Luke’s big teary eyes, and Baela’s sullen face, and said, “But you all can still visit us. I can talk to Aemond about it, and we can make-”

“-You are not staying here with Aemond,” Jace glowered. “You are coming home with us.”

“No,” you spat.

“Y/N, you can’t live with Aemond alone,” Baela said. “He’s…Look what he did after he took Vhagar. He would’ve killed Jace if Luke hadn’t stopped him.”

“He wouldn’t have killed Jace,” you reasoned. You did not want to discuss Driftmark. It brought on more complicated feelings you wished to avoid. “Aemond is my husband now, so I go wherever he goes.”

“Wait,” Jace stared reluctantly, “Your husband?”

“Aemond and I are married,” you smiled.

“By who’s blessing?”

“Mine and his. We don’t need anyone’s blessing.”

“Yes, you do,” he remarked. “You at least needed mine. I am your brother.”

“Me too!” added Luke.

“I don’t need your blessing for anything,” you scoffed at them.

“It’s not even a real marriage because there was no septon there,” Jace said. “So, you’re not really married, and you’re coming home.”

He reached for you, but you stepped away. “I’m not going anywhere,” you finalized, “I am staying here with my husband.”

“You really want to stay…here?” Baela looked around the cabin, “It’s a bit…”

“It isn’t Dragonstone, but it is ours,” you told her, “And I am staying.”

Out the window, you saw Aegon and Aemond talking, but you could not hear them. From Aemond’s tight hold on his bow, and his eyes hard on Aegon, you can tell they’re arguing. It only made your stomach grow sicker. You watched Aegon and Aemond exchange words, with Helaena occasionally speaking. Aegon seemed to be pleading with Aemond to come home; most likely he pointed out how they cannot live on the island forever. Helaena, when she spoke, voiced her own opinions to which Aegon then added on. Aemond disagreed at every word.

“Mother is going to come,” said Jace, “And she will make you come home.”

“She can try.”

Jace’s face hardened, but at Baela’s touch to his shoulder, he looked away from you. Luke came forward, sniffling as he said, “I brought you food in case you were hungry.” He dug into his pocket and retrieved a leather pouch you recognized. “Gingerbread,” he said, holding it open for you. “I ate some, but I-I put more before I left.”

You took the pouch to see the gingerbread biscuits inside, the sweet smell of cinnamon reaching your nose. “Thank you, Luke,” you smiled, petting his head and taking a piece. Biting into it was like biting into a piece of home. “Are you hungry? I can cook some of the fish Aemond caught today.”

“You can cook?” Jace asked skeptically.

“Somewhat,” you answered. “Aemond usually cooks the meat and I add the vegetables and herbs to it afterwards. All we have to drink is water, so that’s what I can really offer.” You looked at the food shelves for the empty jars, trying to avoid any more conversation. “Please, sit anywhere. You must be tired from walking and flying for so long.”

You’d started placing empty jars to use as cups when Aemond appeared in the doorway. He caught sight of Baela and Luke at the table and Jace standing beside them. The tension suddenly thickened, and you saw a small smirk cross Aemond’s face. You noisily started filling the jars with water, humming a melody to yourself. Aegon and Helaena came in behind him, and you immediately hugged Helaena.

“My brother seems to be under the impression that you two will continue living here like a pair of wildlings,” Aegon said, uncorking a wineskin and taking a long drink. “And that you’re married.”

“We are,” you said, passing water jars to everyone. Luke nearly gulped his, Baela politely drank, but Jace did not touch his glass. “We married in our own way,” you explained, “And the only beings that mattered heard our vows.”

“Who? The squirrels?” he jested.

“No, the Old Gods,” you replied, counting the amount of plates you’d collected from the village. You were missing one. You and Aemond could share a plate.

He chortled, “The Old Gods? You don’t seriously believe the nonsense they say about those trees.”

“It was good enough for us,” Aemond argued. Aemond took the cup you offered him, and he downed it right away. “It should be good enough for you.”

“You wait until Mother comes,” Aegon told him. “I’m sure she will disagree with you entirely.”

“Whether she agrees or not doesn’t matter to me,” said Aemond, “Because we’re not leaving.”

“Ha, try telling Mother that when she arrives.”

To avoid speaking, you grabbed the last few apples and started slicing them. You had not expected visitors, so you tried thinking of what to offer in terms of food. The fish is still good, and you knew Jace loved salmon dishes. Perhaps putting a dish everyone enjoyed on the table may ease the tensions. Baela and Helaena made idle conversation after Aegon’s comment, clearly attempting a peaceful conversation.

“It’s too crowded in here,” Aemond said stiffly. “I’ll be outside, Y/N. The fish will not salt itself.”

Hearing the contempt in his voice, you nodded and let him leave. A bit of time outside may do him some good. As you put the apples into a small bowl, Baela came to your side. She put a cloth bundle on the table, and you saw it was a loaf of bread, a package of grapes and nuts, cheese and strawberry preserve.

“I…I’d brought food from home,” she said. “Grandmother and I put it together. She worried you might be hungry.”

You smiled softly, “Thank you. We can have half for now and half for dessert with the jam.”

You felt her stare at you for a time. “Y/N,” she said softly, “This is foolish, and you know it is.”

“No, it is not,” you replied. “Aemond and I are doing fine here. There is nowhere I’d rather be.”

“Did you forget what he did to your brothers? To Rhaena and I? He stole my mother’s dragon from Rhaena. He injured both your brothers. He almost killed Jace if Luke had not stopped him. Y/N, how can you love a person who does such things? Especially after what he called your brothers.”

“I know he was in the wrong, but so was everyone else,” you finished the apples and offered her the plate. She took a slice and bit into it. “If The King had sense and courage, he would’ve made sure everyone understood the wrongs they’d committed, and told my mother that…that whatever resentment she and The Queen carried towards each other exploded into violence between their children. Aemond should not have sought out Vhagar before your sister had a chance to try claiming her, but dragons do not work like that. You cannot ‘steal’ a dragon, especially not one like Vhagar.” You added the grapes and nuts to the bowl. “I understand your anger towards him, and I do not expect any of you to forgive him so easily, but I love him, Baela. I have learned to see past his mistakes and wrongdoings and love the person underneath. I forgave him for what he did.”

You brought the plate for everyone to share, hoping the food might bring them closer. From how Baela and your brothers still spoke with Aegon and Helaena, it became clear who they truly resented. Looking out the window, you saw Aemond by the larder, slicing into a fresh fish. You grabbed a bowl, some of the different foods, a slice of bread, and went outside. The chatter from inside died away, and the cooling afternoon breeze blew through your gown.

“Aemond?” you approached cautiously, seeing him working meticulously. “I brought you food and water.”

“Thank you.”

His voice sounded distant, and it made you frown. You put the food down and looked at him. The small exchange with Jace clearly struck a chord inside your husband, since he chopped the fish’s head with more force than necessary. Your common sense told you to leave him be, but your heart often disagreed with sense. Digging into your pocket, you found the eyepatch you’d finished sewing. It is not perfect. He’d need to make a tight knot to keep it on, but you noticed the cloth slipping from his hair ever so slowly.

“I finished your eyepatch,” you told him. “Would you like to try it on?”

“No.”

“Aemond, you said you would.”

“I changed my mind,” he said, not looking at you.

“I know you did not. This is because of my brothers, isn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t need one in the first place were it not for them,” he grumbled.

You could not argue with that fact. As you watched him start to pull out the fish’s innards, you saw his cloth patch suddenly slip off when he bent his head forward. “Damnit,” he cursed in a hiss, picking up the cloth with dirty hands and examining it. “The knot’s loose.”

“Then use mine.” You approached him, and he stepped away. “Aemond, please,” you said quietly, not wanting to alarm anyone inside. “Let me help.” When he did not respond, you gently took the soiled cloth from him. “I understand it must be difficult for you to see them after what happened,” you told him, “Especially since so much has changed. But, they are my brothers.” He scoffed at this, and you narrowed your eyes, “Half or full-blooded, they are my blood and they are also yours.” He still did not look at you as you placed the new leather patch over his empty socket. You walked around him to start tying the thin threads together. “What they did was terrible, and I’m still regretful for not saying anything that night. I know The King favors my mother, and stubbornly remains blind to the obvious. But, if he ever acknowledged it…” you stopped tying the thread, unable to face the truth as it came to you. “My mother, my brothers…You know what will happen to them; what will happen to me.”

“Nothing would happen to you. You’re Ser Laenor’s true born daughter.”

“But I am still her daughter. They might think I’m illegitimate too and-”

“-I’d kill them before they touched you,” he said fiercely. “Their existence alone threatens my own. The King should have named Aegon the heir right when he was born, and then I would be second in line. But, because he covets and favors your mother so much, and would rather lose his arm than upset her, he never did. He…” he stopped speaking, but the words hung between you. King Viserys did not show much interest in his sons like he did Rhaenyra. You knew this to be false. He’d arranged a marriage, had he not? He’d tried putting both families together and failed. “He said nothing. He did nothing. He stood there and questioned me, rather than speaking a word of sympathy to me. Then he had the gall to say we are family.”

“We are.”

“In only name alone.”

You finished tying the patch strings, then said, “What about us?”

“You’re my wife. Of course, you’re my family.”

“But my brothers are not? My mother is not? My family is part of me, so if you love me, you love them too.”

“Look at what they did to me,” he turned around and you realized you’d tied the patch too loosely. He tore it from his face so you saw the empty socket plain as day, “How can you expect me to forgive them after this?”

“I don’t…I��” you lost the words before they came. You knew the apologies mean nothing coming from you. They’d have to come from those responsible. “I…” you noticed his patch lower on his face, “...Need to fix your patch.” You took the patch from him, starting to untie the knot. The guilt sinking into your stomach made you feel ill.

“Y/N,” he put his hand over yours, stopping you from fixing the patch again, “I love you.”

“I love you,” you said, “But it saddens me greatly that you will not give it a chance. I may speak with my brothers, and see if-”

“-Y/N?”

Luke paused a few steps from the back door, seeing you and Aemond standing together. His eyes flew open seeing Aemond’s uncovered eye. Aemond immediately turned his back on him, breathing heavily and his face hardening. You put your hand on his shoulder to soothe him while looking at Luke.

“What is it, Luke?” you asked him. He continued looking at Aemond, shocked by his appearance, “Luke, what is it?”

“We’re…We’re going to play a game, if you wish to join us.”

“A game sounds lovely,” you said without truly thinking, “You all start without us.”

“Alright.”

He continued staring at Aemond’s back. He glanced over to you, seeing the leather eyepatch hanging from your hand. You sensed Aemond’s tense shoulders growing, and said, “Go on, Luke. Go play with the others.” He finally nodded and scurried off. Once you saw him through the window inside, you turned to Aemond. You started refitting the patch, “I love you, Aemond, so I will not tell you how to handle your anger or your resentment. But…my mother will come and she’ll take me away from you. I’d like my last few hours with you to be happy ones."

"We will not have 'last hours' because we are not going anywhere," he said firmly, turning to face you when you fixed on the patch. "We are staying here."

You wanted to agree. Yet, the image of your mother furiously storming up to the cabin crept back into your mind. As much as you'd struggle and fight her off, she'd get you home. Then, she'd marry you off to a lord far away and you'd never see Aemond again. The eyepatch was properly placed on his face, he pecked your cheek and you took his hand. You walked around the side of the house to see everyone gathered out front.

Hearing the feet shuffle across leaves and twigs, seeing them kick up dirt as they moved, you saw everyone fighting to gain control of a leather ball. Jace currently had it, kicking it between his legs as he ran towards a pair of trees. But, right as he moved to kick it, Aegon stole it from under him and went in the opposite direction. On the opposite side, you saw they'd placed the wheelbarrow and basket a few feet from one another. You watched Aegon run towards it, dodging Baela and Luke, pass it to Helaena, who then kicked it between the two objects. They cheered while Jace, Luke and Baela frowned.

"Ah, Aemond, you're here," Aegon panted as Helaena retrieved the ball. "Now we have an even number. Helaena said she'd sit out to track the scores."

"Sounds fun," Aemond answered, a slight edge to his voice as he smirked.

You joined Baela and Luke on one side, while Aemond joined Jace and Aegon. Helaena brought the ball back, holding it in the middle of both teams. Everyone prepared themselves for the ball to drop, and the moment it did, both sides clashed together. You pushed against Baela, the both of you giggling as you struggled for the ball. However, this was short lived as Aemond slipped a leg between you. Kicking it down to the wheelbarrow, he'd gotten a few feet to it before Luke came on his left side to try getting it. You noticed it before anyone else, or perhaps you simply knew it'd happen, but with a hard shove Aemond kept control of the ball and kicked it through. Luke dusted himself off, and you heard Aemond’s soft chuckle.

"He's smaller than you," you told Aemond, jogging beside him to the center. "Please be gentle."

"I was being gentle," he said, still sneering.

You pursed your lips, but said nothing else as everyone returned. You pointedly stood closer to Luke. Helaena tossed the ball again, and both teams went for it. Jace and Aemond struggled for the ball, pushing against one another before Aemond hooked Jace’s leg. You gasped watching Jace fall forward, but Aemond completely ignored him. You knew suddenly why Aegon wanted Aemond on his team. He was good.

It went on like this for a bit; Aemond roughly acquiring the ball from your brothers whenever possible, specifically Luke. You attempted to interfere whenever possible, whether it be shoving in between or pushing them aside to get it. One point, Aemond accidentally tripped you instead of Jace, his intended target, and instinct pulled you down with him. Your bodies crashing hard together, you groaned at the weight on top of you. Aemond, however, did not move right away.

"You need to be more careful," he said to you, gentleness in his voice. "You can get hurt."

"You don't seem to mind it when it's my brothers," you pointed out.

"Because they're not important to me," he remarked. "You are."

"But they're important to me and that should be enough for you to try.”

He hummed soft enough that you almost did not hear it, but you did. Aemond briefly kissed you, then finally stood up. “How about another game?” you suggested to the others, looking to Helaena and Baela for help. “We have a deck of cards Aemond brought from home. I also found this checker board and some pieces in the village; there’s a chess board too.”

“Ooh, checkers!” Baela beamed, taking your hand. “We can play that. The boys can play with the cards.”

Helaena, too busy with a beetle she’d found while sitting on the ground, didn’t notice anyone moved until they walked past her. “Yes,” she said, going back to the bug crawling over her fingers, “Yes, that’s lovely.”

You and Baela went back into the house, the boys soon following, and you poured more water for everyone. You noticed Aemond still eyeing both your brothers, which only knotted your stomach tightly.

***

You honestly expected Aemond to break bread with them. How could he? How could he when your brother took out his eye? Aemond thought you might be understanding as always, but you only reminded him that they are your family. They're also his nephews through his sister, who is your mother. Did you truthfully believe blood washed away what happened? Aemond did not. He sat beside Aegon, watching his brother expertly shuffle the cards while sitting across from them. Luke's frequent glances irked him. He remembered the boy's face when he caught Aemond outside without the patch. He saw the gaping hole he left in Aemond’s face; the empty socket which pained him still from time to time. Thankfully, he'd managed to not have any stabs of pain since the other night, but what if it happened in front of them?

Aegon passed out the cards to each boy, and Aemond kept his cards close to his chest. He had half a mind to find Vhagar and soar over the others on her. Their dragons are mice compared to Vhagar. He'd bonded with the fiercest and largest of the dragons, standing up to her and finding a common ground somehow. He showed no fear. Aemond was a dragonrider now; the world should fear him. They couldn't bully or tease him for not having a dragon; if they tried, he'd feed them to her.

Aemond recalled that rush of adrenaline when he came down from the saddle, the cold night air pinching his cheeks and his heart pounding fast. Triumph coursed through his veins, feeding into the thrill inside him. He'd known you'd love him for sure once you saw him on Vhagar; you'd have more reasons to be proud of him. Then, they attacked him.

Aegon drew first, then Jace, then Luke and finally him. Having the best hand, Aegon cackled and declared victory already. Aemond did not much care for cards; he preferred chess or checkers, which you'd both played only once since discovering the items. He looked over to the bed where you, Helaena and Baela sat. You and Baela played right now, while Helaena continued playing with a bug she'd found. Aemond thought of whisking you away again. Even with all his talk of remaining on the island, he knew they'd be forced to go home. You'd be taken from him, and he'd never see you again. Watching you place a red checker on the board, he imagined himself taking you away on Vhagar. Nobody would dare follow his dragon; he'd roast them alive if they did.

But, that might upset you, and he'd never do that to you.

"So, what happened after your wedding?" Aegon asked in a whisper, eyeing you with Aemond.

"Nothing," he blushed. You'd both kissed, deep and long. He still felt your body against his, supple and warm. "We came back home and ate."

"But, she's your wife and if your marriage is official," he noted, "You must've done it, right? At least touch?"

Aemond looked over at Jace and Luke. Jace glared at him, while Luke concentrated on his card deck. "We didn't do anything," Aemond said, despite wanting to say otherwise. He knew lying would bring shame on you. Another thing he'd never do, if he could help it. "She isn't ready and neither am I. There are no rules here but ours, and that's one of them."

"Oh, come off it," Aegon scoffed. "You had to have done something together."

"We didn't."

Aegon glanced at the two boys with them, then said, "Alright. I would've thought you'd know how to after I took you to that brothel."

"You've been to a brothel, Aemond?" Luke asked, wide eyed and surprised.

"I have," he smirked, happy to have something over them.

"He got it wet," Aegon snickered, laying down a card. He hissed and Jace laughed, taking his card. "My brother Aemond is a true man now," he clapped his shoulder. "Madame Rosette said he performed wonderfully."

Aemond’s cheeks burned, and he turned back to his cards. He had to tilt his head slightly to see the whole card deck in front of him. A downside of having one eye. He felt his neck ache from doing the motion so many times. Normally, he’d ask Aegon to move the stack to one side so he can see, but with the two Velaryon boys nearby, he refused. He stretched his neck to the opposite side when the muscle started twinging, then he spotted a small hand push the cards in the middle further to his right. He turned to see Luke looking suddenly apprehensive, as if he’d been caught doing something wrong.

“So you could see them better,” Luke excused his action.

This gesture caught him off guard, and he did not know what to say. The four boys kept playing, all the while an awkward feeling settled amongst them. At least, between Aemond, Luke and Jace. Aegon acted as if it were a normal day, talking amiably with the others. They continued drawing cards in his eyeline, which he appreciated to an extent. He did not know whether to be appreciative or offended. One hand, it felt nice not having to turn his head or shift his body, but on the other, he knew they pitied him. They rightfully should. It’d been their fault.

“You, um, shoot very well,” he heard Jace say to him after some time. Aemond and Aegon locked eyes, unsure of how to respond.

“Thank you,” Aemond said cautiously.

“You should see him at home,” Aegon told him. “He can get the bullseye right in the center every time. I guess there are benefits to having one eye after all.”

“Shut up,” Aemond hissed at him.

“I thought it’d make it harder,” said Jace, “Because…you can’t see what’s…what’s on your left side.” Aemond heard the hesitancy in his voice. “Did you shoot those rabbits on the rack?”

“I made traps.”

“You know how to make traps?” Luke asked, intrigued. “Our father taught us, but ours only catches fish.”

“Ser Criston taught me,” he said. His body tensed up between the two boys.

Why were they being nice? He didn’t like it. He looked at Aegon again. The last time they’d done this, they’d brought the pig out. “I put them up so I don’t need to hunt every day. I should be here with Y/N, protecting and helping her here in the house.”

“And you speared the fish. You…You managed to do that considering your…” Jace’s voice trailed off, aware of the realm he tiptoed into. “It’s impressive, is what I mean.”

“What are you doing?” Aemond asked outright, tired of dancing around it.

“Playing cards.”

“No, why are you being nice?”

Jace only stared. He seemed reluctant to truthfully answer. Yet, it was Luke who answered, “Because our sister loves you.” When Aemond glanced at him, he said, “She made you an eyepatch. Y/N only makes gifts for people she loves. She made our mother riding gloves for her nameday, and she made me this pouch,” he showed Aemond the leather pouch hanging from his belt. “That means she must love you lots.”

“And you’ve…” Jace did not speak right away, “You’ve taken care of her while she’s been here. You could’ve fed her to your dragon or hurt her somehow-”

“-I’d never do that,” he heard himself say suddenly, with more anger than he intended. He heard the snap in his tone, then said, “I’d never harm your sister. She’s my wife now, and she…” ‘Means more to me than my own life’.

He looked over to where you sat between Helaena and Baela, who were playing the next round of checkers. His eyes met yours, and you grinned softly at him. The expression relieved any worry inside him. For those few seconds, it became you both again. He saw the light shining behind you, giving this bright angelic glow, and it reminded him of your wedding ceremony. You’d looked so beautiful underneath the shade of red leaves, the sunlight poking through to bring that glow. He wanted to kiss you then, and he wanted to kiss you now.

“Aw, how sweet,” Aegon said in mock admiration, “Our Aemond is in love!” Putting his hands over his heart, “He’s truly been struck by The Maiden’s kiss!” he pretended to be shot in the chest, and he fell back to the snickering of Jace and Luke. Aemond noticed the empty wineskin nearby, and sighed with contempt. “How will the two star-crossed lovers find happiness in a world that wishes to pull them apart?! Oh, the agony is so bittersweet!”

“Shut up, Aegon,” Aemond glared. “You merely jest because the only person who’s loved you is that crossed eyed whore you bedded on my nameday.”

“Crossed eyed?” Luke laughed, and looked at Aegon, who’d sat up. “Really?”

“She looked like a pig,” Aemond continued, “But then again, pigs are prettier than she was.”

“Hey, Jaeline was a lovely girl,” Aegon remarked, pointing a finger at him. Then snickered, “And looked lovelier after a few cups of wine.”

“What’s it like?” Jace asked him. “Being….Being with a woman,” he asked this in a whisper, hoping the girls nearby did not hear.

“I can’t really remember. Ask Aemond,” he sneered at his brother. “The women there love Aemond. Madame Rosette keeps asking when I’m bringing him back.”

Luke and Jace looked over at him. He squirmed under their stares. He would’ve preferred to keep his session with the older woman private, but seeing them staring at him, he knew they expected an answer. Aemond thought to argue, though he knew that only resulted in upsetting you, which he wanted to avoid. Besides, you are too far to hear if he whispers the story. He glanced back towards you, seeing you and the girls giggling. Then, he turned to the boys in front of him.

“I will admit…she did do most of the work…”

***

She decided to search on foot. Rhaenyra noted that going up into the skies might alert you to their presence, and you may run again. That is, if the other children had not already done that. Lord Corlys said he’d leave men to patrol the skies from the ship, in case Starshine is seen flying around. Alicent felt as if she were hunting a wild animal, making careful steps as she walked through the foliage. One wrong step, one loud sound, and she’d scare it away.

“They could be anywhere,” Alicent said from beside her. “Do you truly believe we’ll find them today?”

“There are not many places they can stay,” she answered. “I am certain Aegon and Jace must’ve found them by now, if they left earlier than us.”

Neither woman mentioned the conversation from last night. It gave their words time to marinate and stew inside them. Alicent meant every word she’d spoken. Every tear she shed carried the pain and loneliness weighing inside her. She thought back to every time she caught Rhaenyra sharing a glance with Ser Harwin. Her eyes often looked on him with fondness; the same fondness she’d once shown Alicent. It is nobody’s fault but her own. She’d pushed Rhaenyra away with her accusations, jealousy and self-loathing. Alicent wanted to say more, but they had more important things to worry about.

Like their children.

The sun sat high in the sky now, but the layer of trees and branches kept them from the worst of it. A garrison of men remained spread out around them, walking carefully between trees and scanning the terrain. Alicent assumed the pair pitched camp somewhere in the shade or perhaps found an old shack to live in. She comforted herself with the knowledge that Aemond knows the woods. Even with his disability, he is a survivor. He survived his injury; he’d survive in the wilderness. Walking alongside Rhaenyra, she stared around the empty forest for any sign of them.

“Remember my father’s nameday hunt?” Rhaenyra suddenly asked, trying to fill the silence. “Back when my mother still lived?”

“How could I forget?” she chuckled. “That was the first time I’d ever gone into the woods, and feared we’d become hopelessly lost.” She then blushed, “Until we found the lake.”

“Ah yes, the lake…”

Viserys insisted on a hunting trip for his nameday, causing everyone to pack up their belongings and travel into The Kingswood outside King’s Landing. Alicent recalled her and Rhaenyra sneaking off while everyone settled into the campsite, holding hands and planning on doing some exploring. Some guardsmen talked about a beautiful lake somewhere in the woods, and both girls wanted to go swimming. She should’ve known her beloved’s true intentions when they arrived at the lake and stripped to their small clothes. Alicent never touched anyone before, not even herself, but Rhaenyra knew what to do. She’d shuddered at the memory of her lover’s warm breath on her naked skin; her lips and tongue in places they’d never gone before. Alicent never felt anything like it.

“Where did you learn it?” she dared to ask. Their search party spread far enough to stay out of earshot.

“Learn what?”

“What we did,” she asked carefully. It was like stepping into cold water. Once a foot goes in, so must the rest. “I didn’t know women could do those things with one another.”

She chuckled, “I only did to you what I’d done to myself.”

Alicent recalled it being the only time she felt true pleasure. No time with Viserys ever felt comfortable or pleasurable. It always hurt, and she felt disgusted with herself afterwards. Even if she’d enjoyed it, those moments were nothing compared to Rhaenyra. She remembered the soft kisses and the tenderness behind their uncertainty. Neither girl knew what to do, yet wanted something. They wanted to be truly bonded together at that moment. She pondered on how many more moments they could’ve shared had the world not split them apart.

Then it occurred to her.

“You don’t think that Aemond and Y/N…” she began, the words dying on the tongue. “What if they did?”

Rhaenyra came to the same realization right then. “No,” she shook her head, convincing herself more than Alicent, “No, Y/N is not that type of girl. She’d never. I’m positive your Aemond is the same.”

“We said the same about ourselves.”

If Aemond took your maidenhead, there’d have to be a marriage. It is a good way to ensure that they’re never parted. Alicent raised Aemond to be a chivalrous young man; he’d never force himself upon you that way. Yet, you two are alone, absent chaperones and watchful eyes. You might be sharing a bed for warmth, and that creature called adolescent curiosity stirred and resulted in sex.

“They’re so young,” Rhaenyra said, “Younger than we were. They wouldn’t know what to do if the thought occurred in the first place.”

“You are forgetting that Aegon is Aemond’s brother,” she said. “They think I don’t know where he took Aemond on his nameday.”

“He took him to a brothel?” she asked, shocked.

“Yes. Ser Arryck confessed it to me when he came back in the early morning,” she added. “I have no doubt my son has some idea of what to do, but…he isn’t his brother. He’d never make Y/N do anything like that.”

“Oh, Alicent, do not give my daughter an angel’s halo,” Rhaenyra gave a small smirk. “I gave her the talk when she had her first flowering. She is a young girl in love; she might think it’d be romantic to give her virginity to a boy she loves and trusts.” She took a deep breath, “But, I like to think our children have more purity than either of us did.”

“So do I.”

The two mothers stopped when they reached a thin threshold of trees. Beyond them, they spotted a glimmering lake. It stretched around in a rough circle before streamlining into the river flowing southwards. Alicent thought she might’ve seen other people gathered around it, gathering water or regrouping to arrange new search patterns. However, she found the lake deserted. Well, aside from the large dragon gulping water from the opposite side.

“Starshine…” Rhaenyra breathed out loud. Alicent saw hope filling her violet eyes at the sight of the blue and gold dragon. The beast did not acknowledge either of their presence, busy drinking and resting by the water. “She likes the water. She’s like Y/N in that way.” She gazed around the lake, “If she is here, then Y/N and Aemond might be nearby.”

“Lord Corlys also mentioned they may be near water. That little village cannot be much farther from here.”

A renewed sense of purpose drove both women to walk along the lakeside in hopes of finding a trail or sign of their children. They may have left something behind in the sand and dirt around the water’s edge. Alicent kept her eyes peeled for a doused campfire or clothes, while Rhaenyra walked around to approach Starshine. She worried the dragon may rebuff Rhaenyra, since she is not her rider, but she’d been wrong. When Rhaenyra came within a few feet of the resting creature, she saw her lips moving and reaching out to Starshine’s neck carefully. No doubt she spoke High Valyrian, since most dragons only responded to that. Starshine shook her head and neck in defiance for a moment, and growled loudly enough for Alicent to hear from across the lake. Rhaenyra spoke again in a gentler tone, waited for her to stop snarling, and then delicately put a hand to her dark scales. Alicent could tell she continued talking to Starshine, and unable to understand, she went back to searching the ground. She found mostly wet leaves, pebbles and rocks. Then, she spotted something standing out against the sand on the water’s edge. Walking closer, she knew what it was once she saw the leather straps with their black buckle.

“Aemond!” she gasped, rushing forward to pick up the eyepatch. Yes, this was his. She recognized the stitching as her own. She’d made it for him shortly after the socket healed. “Oh gods, no,” she groaned. If he doesn’t have this, he must be walking around without it. He knows how dangerous that can be. “Rhaenyra!” she called out to the woman and the dragon, “I found Aemond’s patch! They were here!”

Rhaenyra hurried back over to her, and examined it herself. “Are you sure this is his?”

“Positive. I made it myself. He must’ve gone into the water and lost it,” she said. Getting the patch back felt like having a piece of her boy with her. “Gods…Rhaenyra, he needs this patch. Without it, debris and other things can get into the socket and damage the nerves.”

“I’m sure Aemond brought replacements with him,” she said comfortingly. “Starshine being here means we’re close. Dragons stick close to their riders. With this and Starshine, they must be nearby.”

“Yes, yes, they must be.”

The two women looked around before Alicent noticed a circle of rocks between two trees right on the line. “What is that?” she asked curiously, heading over to the stones. Large stones, both smooth and rough, encompassed a small pile of burnt wood. Someone arranged them to resemble a cooking fire.

“Yes, they were definitely here,” Rhaenyra confirmed, picking up a broken stick. She gave a smile, “Having dinner near the water. How romantic.”

“Very,” she agreed, smiling at the thought of Aemond suggesting it to you. “I imagine they swam afterwards,” she looked at the cool water. “This place must be their paradise. They have no chaperones, no brothers or sisters, no parents to pester them. No rules or cares.” It painfully reminded her of her own daydreams. “Only each other.”

Rhaenyra grasped her hand. She understood, and squeezed her hand gently. She knew the feeling all too well. Every time she’d found solace with Rhaenyra, she soaked it all in. Those few minutes or hours became their safe haven; a place where only they existed, and nobody else mattered. Alicent realized once again how similar she and Aemond were. The only difference is that his love is openly accepted, while hers is not. Her heart ached knowing she’d put a stop to it due to her own pain.

“It is beautiful here,” Rhaenyra said in agreement. “It’s exactly the kind of place they’d choose.”

“Did you ever wonder how we would’ve managed?” Alicent asked her.

She hesitated. “From time to time,” she said, looking down at the rock circle, “I think we would’ve found a way to make it work.” She nudged a stone with her foot, “You have to admit they have courage. They had no idea what they’d find when they arrived, and they appear to have made it well so far.”

“They have.”

They looked back into the forest from the fire pit to see the ground disturbed. In the dirt, they saw the signs of a trail regularly traveled. Small footprints made their impressions on the soft ground, and leaves and sticks were kicked out of the way. Alicent followed the path with her eyes and saw it went further into the forest. Her and Rhaenyra kept their hands together as they walked down the path. She hoped more than anything to find Aemond at the end of this trail. It’d been so long since she held her son; the patch in her hand brought on comfort but a trickle of worry as well. He could’ve drowned or made a dash to safety and lost it. He might’ve damaged his eye further, and be in agony right now. He’d succumbed to phantom pains lately; a side-effect of such severe damage to the body, that the mind sometimes believes they’re in pain. They traveled further down until they reached the opposite side of the forest.

Through the thickets of bushes and low branches, Alicent spotted a house about ten yards from the trees. Stone weathered and stained by years of neglect and harsh weather, a thatched roof made of brittle straw, she saw weeds poking out from underneath the stone and vines creeping up the corners. She noticed another cooking spit right outside a back door, as well as a food larder and a rack made for leaving animal skins. Two rabbit skins hung there now, stripped and cleaned and ready for sewing. The white linen shirt and black breeches hung from a line, and Alicent noticed the washboard and tub just underneath it.

“Yes,” Rhaenyra nodded, “Our children fared much better than we ever could have. They have a washboard?” she added the last bit in disbelief. “She’s never used one before. Where would they even find oils to clean them?”

“And there’s a food larder,” Alicent pointed out. “How could they preserve food out here with nothing to prepare it with?”

“I see that salt barrel…is that…Is that a dead fish? Right there on the tree stump?”

“I think so, yes. Aemond’s quite good at fishing. Ser Criston taught him.” She chuckled, “Looks like our darlings have been playing house this whole time.”

She heard laughter from inside, and recognized Aemond’s right away. Right as the pair slipped from between the bushes, the sounds of chatter and footsteps came from the back door. The boys appeared outside, where Aemond showed them the rabbit pelts hanging on the rack. Jace and Luke appeared impressed, aweing at the skin in her son’s hands. Alicent saw nothing but her son.

“Aemond!” she cried out, startling the four boys as she rushed over.

“Mother?”

“Oh, thank the Seven, Aemond!” she breathed and immediately embraced him. She felt tears begin stinging her eyes, “Oh, Aemond! Oh, my sweetling! Thank the Seven you’re alright! I’ve been searching for you for days! I thought I’d go mad if I did not find you!” She smothered him in kisses, despite his humming protests, and clutched onto him as if he’d fly away any second. Alicent breathed him in, even if she smelled nothing but sweat and grease. Utter relief filled her bones, and she thought she’d never let him go.

“Y/N?!” Rhaenyra marched to the house, “Y/N!”

“Mother!”

You came out the door wearing a stained nightgown and no stockings or shoes. Rhaenyra cried out in shock, opening her arms wide as she hugged her daughter. “Oh, my little dove!” she cried, kissing the top of your head. “My sweet girl, how we’ve been searching and searching and searching…I’m so relieved!”

“Mother, please!”

“How could you take off like that?” Rhaenyra asked, keeping a tight hold on you. “You had your father and I worried sick about you! You could’ve been injured or sick or dead, and nobody would’ve known! Oh, Y/N!” she kissed you more, nuzzling her face into your hair. “Little dove…What were you thinking? Taking off like that? And look at you! You’re wearing almost nothing!” she snatched the clothes from the nearby line, and grabbed your arm, “Come! We’re putting clothes on you and we’re leaving.”

“But, Mother-”

“-Hush, and get in the house!”

Alicent watched Rhaenyra drag you into the house and slam the door shut. More arguing could be heard through the window. Alicent looked down to Aemond, and saw the leather eye patch he wore. Feeble and made of thin leather, it’d clearly done its job in a pinch. She touched the edge of it, feeling the rough cut.

“You terrified me,” she said, looking into his eyes. “Aemond, what were you two thinking coming out here like this? You two had no idea what you may find here, and you’d be completely alone.”

“Which is what we wanted,” he replied. “You were going to marry me off to some dumb Baratheon girl, and I’d never see Y/N ever again.”

“It’s what was best for everyone at the time! Look what her brothers did to you! How could you expect me to allow you to marry her?!”

“What’s best for me?” he repeated scornfully. “Or do you mean what is best for you? What is best for the family? The Faith? The kingdom? This was never about me. This was never about what I wanted; it was about what The King wanted, and what you wanted. I agreed to marry Y/N because I love her, and-and-and then you take her away from me!”

“Aemond,” his words cut her deeply, she thought she might cry again, “I had my reasons to feel as I did at the time. We need to go home and get you somewhere safe-”

“-I am safe here. I’m happy here,” he argued. “I’m not going home. I’m not, and you cannot make me!”

He shoved her back, but she immediately grabbed his wrist. “You are,” she seethed, pushing her tears back, “You must. You cannot stay here.”

“I’m not going back there. I don’t have people staring at me as if I’m some sort of monster. I don’t have dim-witted, pitiful servants and lords whispering about me or dumb knights and squires making jests at my expense,” he snapped. “Here, it is only me and Y/N, and we’re happy and we want to stay!”

“And do what? Live like savages?”

“Be together!”

“Oh, Aemond, don’t be ridiculous. Come now,” she said, “Let us get off this island and go home. We can speak about your future there-”

“-No, we won’t. I’m staying here. Y/N is who I love, and I will never marry anyone else.”

“Aemond!” a voice shouted from the other side of the house. “Aemond!”

Your distressed voice put Aemond into action. He yanked himself from his mother’s grasp, grabbed his sword from the back door, and ran with it through the tiny shack. Alicent called after him, immediately running to catch up with him. Rushing through the shack’s front door, she saw a large group of soldiers a few yards from the house. She recognized Ser Laenor, who yelled his daughter’s name and ran towards her. Ser Criston appeared not too far from her on the right, his own men following behind obediently. Clearly, they’d all thought to find the little village. Aemond, running with his sword, shouted your name. Alicent heard the heart break in his voice. She heard it crack and come out in a sob.

“Y/N! Y/N! Let her go! Y/N!”

“Aemond! Aemond, help me!”

“Y/N!”

Aemond did not catch up to Rhaenyra’s brisk walk. Ser Criston rushed at him, and cleanly swept him up from the ground. Aemond kicked and screamed, pounding his fists on Ser Criston’s armored arms. He’d dropped his sword, the weapon falling to the wayside in the struggle.

“My Prince,” Ser Criston said over his cries, “My Prince, please!”

“Aemond!”

“Y/N!”

Alicent reached him finally, heat filling her cheeks and going through the fabric of her gown. She tried her best to calm her son down, grabbing at his arms to keep him from hurting himself further. She turned to see Ser Laenor doing the same with you. He’d put you over his shoulder, so your weak attempts to escape were futile. You continued fighting him, screaming her son’s name and begging for him to help you. Alicent soon did not hear your shouts or her son’s cries. She heard her own. She heard her pleas to her father; she’d begged him for understanding, sympathy, and acceptance. All she’d wanted was Rhaenyra, and he’d decided she’d never have her.

‘But, Father, I love her.’

*****

A/N: TWO MORE CHAPTERS TO GO!! will the lovers be brought back together??? dun, dun, dunnnnnn

#aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond the kinslayer #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond x yn #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd drabbles #hotd imagines #hotd fanfiction #hotd fanfict

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thedo0zyslider · 1 month ago

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FANFICTION MASTERLIST (PT 2)

Series

(Oneshots masterlist here, warrior cats fanfiction on @signfromthestars masterlist)

[Rename Pending] - Life Series (Being Rewritten/Incomplete)

And The Clock Keeps Ticking ( 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 )

Helping Hands - ROTTMNT (Incomplete)

Late Night Talking

(Despite Everything) We're Still Here - Empires S2 (Incomplete)

Long Forgotten But I'm Still Here

This Death Of You And I - Witchcraft SMP (Incomplete)

Decay Made From Living Hands

Silence After Death - Limited Life (Complete)

And The Birds Stopped Singing

Reunions and Someone In Between

Watch No More

Apologies And Much Needed Conversations

Lessons In Regret

Scarlet Pearl No Longer

Final Three

The Fleeting Gill

Explosions Across Lifetimes - Empires S1 + S2 (Incomplete)

Explosions Across Lifetimes ( 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 27 / 28 / 29 / 30 / 31 / 32 / 33 / 34 / 35 / 36 / 37 / 38 / 39 / 40 / 41 / 42 / 43 / 44 / 45 / 46 / 47 / 48 / 49 / 50 / 51 / 52 / 53 / 54 / 55 / 56 / 57 / 58 / 59 / 60 )

Reunited ( 1 / 2 )

Thief Of My Heart - Empires S2 (Incomplete)

Thunderstorms and Thieves

Take A Break (For Little Ol' Me)

Taken (Far Away From Here) [ 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 ]

Doozy's Fwhimmy Oneshots - Empires S1 + S2 (Incomplete)

Needing You (And I Didn't Realize)

My Lover Rests Below The Waves (And He Always Drags Me Down)

Show Your Fangs

Hidden In The Orchid (My Lover Waits For Me)

Under The Mistletoe

Knightly Training

Today, The World Is Ours To Own

Bountiful Kisses - Life Series (Incomplete)

Life Tranfers

Solidredwood Chronicles - Life Series (Incomplete)

Running Towards The North ( 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 )

Arranged Marriage Au - Empires S1 (Incomplete)

I Love You (I'm Not Supposed Too) ( 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 )

Independent Longfics

Hell Of A Ride - ROTTMNT (Incomplete) [ 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 27 / 28 / 29 / 30 / 31 / 32 / 33 / 34 / 35 / 36 ]

#ron.txt #ron.writing #ron.fic #pinned #trafficshipping #empiresshipping #life series #empires smp #witchcraft SMP

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anrisimps · 2 years ago

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Masterlist

~♥~~♥~~♥~~♥~~♥~~♥~~♥~~♥~~♥~~♥~~♥~~♥~

Soos

1. Married soos. 2. Abo soos au

3. Cat krs dog cjs 4. Krs's big boobas

4. Kabedon 5. Tugging off tie

6. Record strikes again. 7 lsh and cale meet( Angst :) )

8. Kiss cam 9. Domestic soos 10. Krs baking

11. Lsh and cale waltzing

12. Sugar baby krs and mafia boss lsh n cjs

13. Krs's clingy alphas 14. Pass the salt daddy

15. Nesting. 16. Lsh secretly loves to sing

17. Cale likes to collect skeletons

18. LeeRok Rofan au Penguin au Otter Au

Dodam whump Older soos meeting younger soos

krs whump

Roksoo-nya x Jungsoo-nya

lsh and cjs transmigrating into lcf

Aging marks Arranged marriage au

Snow leopard lsh x homeless cat krs

Naru and fredo -

1. Baby pics 2. Not so dead Naru pt 1

3. Not so dead Naru pt2

4. Naru gets what naru wants(soos)

5. Future Naru chronicles(polysoos) 1 2 3

Regressor Fam

Summary/synopsis character sketch(sorta)

Character Sketch 2

Before Regression (Agnes and Leo)

The three monkeys

How the kids were adopted- Ricardo Aster Ethan

Th Dilfs -Mermaid king (nsfw) Elf king Fairy queen Dragon king

Doodles

Tcf-

Cale blushing Cale's personal demon

Cjs being an idiot Ogchch in denial

Raon judging. Cale being the single mom

Cale hyperventilating? Lsh with his cat and puppy blanket burritos dragon onesie

Choicale Dilf krs Raon angy bcoz his apple pies are gone. Raon and krs on a swing

Cale didnt see the umbrella given by lsh and cjs Partners in crime Raon plopping down on Cale

Buddy daddies-

Rei and miri Their gravestones

#bcoz i have trouble finding all of them #( TДT)

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kinetic-elaboration · 2 years ago

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January 1: 2022 Year in Review

I am starting 2023 off with a very short review of last year's writing. I thought that 2021 was a year I didn't post very much.... that's funny from the perspective of 2022. I didn't participate in many events this year, I wrote some stuff that I ended up not finishing or abandoning/rejecting and, again/still, I struggled with writer's block.

I kept track of my word counts intermittently, but I won't bother to repeat them here. They were pretty low, let's just put it that way.

Here's what I did complete:

The Wedding Planet: Clarke/Octavia, Raven/Octavia, 24,900 words, Science Fiction Romance & Arranged Marriage AU, posted June 12 - July 12, for Troped: Chapters

Shining Like the Good Part of a Bad Time: Bellamy/Clarke, 9,700 words, Modern AU & Angst, posted October 11

...And that's it! That's it for compete, posted fics.

I also wrote some ficlets, which I don't usually include in this roundup, at least not in such detail, but...just to fill this out a little.

Murven, Beach: Modern AU, 1,000 words, January 9

Raven & Clarke, Oregon: Modern AU, 650 words, January 20

Princess Mechanic, Daydreams: Modern AU, 600 words, March 12

Bellarke, Dropship Night: Canonverse, 1300 words, March 21

Bellamy, River: Canon-divergence, 580 words, April 7

Jonty, Why: Southern Gothic AU, 1,000 words, May 16

Murven, Lake: Canonverse, 1,400 words, May 29

Princess Mechanic, River: Canonverse, 1,700 words, July 2

Murven, Heat: Modern AU, 780 words, August 8

Bellarke, Foggy Mornings: Modern AU, 380 words, September 4

Murven, That's My Destiny: Modern AU, 1,000 words, October 31

Briller, Defect: Canon-divergent, 700 words, November 19

Octavia, Mist Pt. 1: Canon-divergent, 930 words, November 20

Millamy, Fake Dating + Ugly Holiday Sweaters: Modern AU, 1,500 words, December 4

Clarktavia, First Kiss + Decorating Cookies: Modern AU, 1,200 words, December 19

Bellarke, String of Lights + Only One Bed: Modern AU, 1,200 words, December 22

Murven, Mistletoe + Hot Chocolate: Modern AU, 1,00 words, December 27

#the year 2023 #2023: writing projects #masterlist #mine #my writing #the 100 #the 100 fanfiction

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baoshan-sanren · 5 years ago

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Part 9

to the fucking NieLan arranged marriage AU I can’t stop thinking about, that should really have a title by now

Exactly two months from his wedding day, XiChen wakes up at his customary time, to the empty bed, and a silk handkerchief folded on the pillow.

It has been less than a month since he had woken to find a book of poetry in the same place, and hardly a morning has gone by since then, without some gift or another, waiting to be picked up.

Face heating, he sits up in bed, taking care not to wrinkle his night robes. Those had been a gift too, just one among dozens. Books and rare scrolls, pendants and ornaments, belts and sashes, intricately carved combs, every item beautiful, each more personal and dear to XiChen than all the chests of jade and silver that had gone to Cloud Recesses during his betrothal.

They are tokens of appreciation for everything he has done. XiChen knows this well; none of them are lover’s gifts, not in a way they would be if their marriage was based on passion and affection. But his heart beats faster nonetheless, and he cannot help but smile, hands trembling slightly as he reaches for the handkerchief, watching it slither open in his hands.

They had spoken of magnolia trees the day before. A-Sang had brought up the bleakness of the visitor’s courtyard, and how the upcoming spring was a perfect opportunity to transform it into a real garden. Before long, they were discussing the necessary climate for the gardens at Cloud Recesses, and how likely it was that white chrysanthemum and magnolia would take to the soil in the Unclean Realm. Nie MingJue had joined them, only for a few moments, but he must have remembered their short conversation, because the handkerchief is delicately embroidered with a magnolia tree in full bloom.

For a few breaths, XiChen feels overwhelmed. More than the combs, and the books, and the ornaments, a handkerchief is a true lover’s gift, something to be carried by one’s heart. And although he knows MingJue means no such thing by it, XiChen has already determined to keep the handkerchief close by his skin, as it is meant to be carried.

A few times each week, he wakes to emotion he cannot quite shake, a combination of incomprehensible yearning and uncertainty, that ignored, refuses to ease even as the day progresses. On those mornings, he takes himself to the main courtyard while the sky is still dark, and moves through the forms with ShuoYue until harmony envelops him, and he can calmly go on with his duties.

The quickly approaching spring is obvious that morning, the air no longer sharp with chill, and he breathes deeply, for the first time aware that the scents of earth and trees he had found so unfamiliar in the beginning, now carry a certain amount of comfort. He moves through the forms, thinking back to his wedding day and all the anxiety he had carried, all the fears and trepidations, and the bone deep certainty that he would fail.

He has not failed. It is a vulgar practice, to feel too proud of oneself, but XiChen allows himself a slight amount of gratification, thinking it is well-earned. It is no insignificant thing, to be truly appreciated by one’s husband, in a marriage where no pre-existing desire or affection can cushion the inevitable failures. XiChen did not know how to make himself desirable, and this failure, to love as a man should love his husband, and be loved the same way in turn, will always weigh on him. But he knew how to offer comfort and support, how to manage a household, how to ease his husband’s burdens, and in this, he had done well enough to feel a small amount of pride.

Sometimes, he cannot help but wonder how different a marriage could be when two people loved and desired one another. There are moments when he finds himself admiring Nie MingJue’s physical appearance, the width of his shoulders, the strength of his arms, the careless ease with which he fights, each move deadly and beautiful. At those times, it is impossible not to think of the bed they share each night, and the space between them; how easily that space can be bridged, and why Nie MingJue has never made an effort to do so. There have been nights, especially in the last month, as the gifts began to appear on the pillow with increasing frequency, where XiChen has found himself almost brave enough to speak of it, to whisper in the darkness, and to ask why.

He knows MingJue’s nature fairly well now. The blunt honesty and the quickness of temper, the sharp wit and the rigid moral compass. His kindness and consideration, his affection for his little brother, and his devotion to his Sect. There is much to be admired in Nie MingJue. And yet, XiChen spends his nights in silence, on the far side of the bed, never brave enough to ask.

“Senior Lan!”

The voice startles him in the middle of a form, and he realizes that the sky has grown light already, the hour long past the time when he should have left the courtyard to the disciples, and their early morning drills. They are all gathered at the entrance, and he thinks they must have been watching him for some time before deciding to speak up. He feels his face heat, and sheathes ShuoYue.

“It seems I have lost the track of time,” he says sheepishly.

“That was incredible,” Nie SuShen exclaims.

They gather around XiChen like children, asking if he would practice with them, if he could teach them this move or that one, all speaking over one another in excitement. XiChen cannot get a word in edgewise, and starts to worry that he has thrown off their entire day routine, when training has always been the one area where Nie MingJue allows no flexibility or room for change.

“What is this?”

Nie MingJue’s voice cuts through the din, and XiChen finds himself freezing like the other disciples, now certain that this is to be his punishment for the gratification he had allowed himself to feel earlier, a not-so-subtle reminder that pride always comes before a fall.

“I am at fault,” he says quickly, before any of the other disciples can speak, “I was running through the forms, and lost track of time.”

“Senior Lan is amazing,” Nie SuShen exclaims, because he is still a child, and has no sense of self-preservation.

Couple of others raise their voices in agreement, as if expecting Nie MingJue to disagree with them.

Nie MingJue glowers at them, and they all fall silent again.

“Lan XiChen is the greatest cultivator of his generation,” Nie MingJue says easily, “He has never been defeated, not in a single duel, not in any of the sect competitions.”

XiChen’s face is so hot now, he thinks it must be glowing like the sun.

“Why do we never see you fight, Senior Lan?” Nie SuShen asks.

“You should spar with us, Senior Lan,” Nie YongZhi exclaims, “we practice and practice, but we rarely ever have a chance to fight someone from a different sect.”

“None of you are skilled enough,” Nie MingJue says, stepping down into the courtyard, “but if my husband is willing, we may spar, so the children can see how it is done.”

Nie MingJue has so rarely issued him an invitation for anything, that XiChen agrees without a thought.

It seems odd, as they start carefully circling each other, that they have never done this before. It should feel unfamiliar, but it does not. Although MingJue knows that XiChen has won often, he has rarely seen him fight. XiChen, on the other hand, has been watching MingJue spar for a couple of months now, and has him at a disadvantage.

Their styles are utterly different. Nie MingJue is significantly stronger, BaXia’s full weight unforgiving when it meets ShuoYue. But XiChen is slightly faster, and more than familiar with the Nie Sect sword forms by now. They are only testing each other in the beginning, both slightly hesitant, neither willing to push too far, too fast. But as neither of them show signs of faltering, their movements become faster, more instinctual, more likely to draw blood. It is utterly exhilarating, to fight with someone who is his equal, and XiChen finds himself smiling, his heart beating harder each time the saber comes close to his skin, each time MingJue twists out of the way in the last moment. He feels better than he has in months, his blood singing, his muscles burning, ShuoYue light in his hand. Oh, they should do this every day. As many times as possible.

BaXia catches the edge of his sleeve, and slices it to his elbow. XiChen reacts without thinking, shifting mid-swing, bringing up ShuoYue’s hilt instead of the blade. It is meant to block MingJue’s wrist, but in the last moment, XiChen realizes that he had miscalculated. MingJue does not step where XiChen had expected him to; he does not move at all, his gaze locked on the torn sleeve, and before XiChen can stop himself, ShuoYue’s hilt catches him in the face.

There is a faint crunch, and XiChen watches, absolutely horrified, as MingJue’s nose begins to gush blood.

For a few moments, everyone is shocked still, the courtyard as silent as death. Then MingJue begins to laugh.

He laughs so hard, that he is soon bent over, blood dripping on the dirt, his shoulder shaking. XiChen drops ShuoYue to the ground and makes himself move, horror still lodged in his throat, incapable of understanding what could be so funny about a broken nose. He grasps MingJue’s arm, pulling him upright. At that moment, he does not think of the handkerchief tucked in his pocket, but he knows the blood must be staunched by something. He gathers up the length of his sleeve, and steadying MingJue’s head with one hand, presses the cloth to his nose.

MingJue hisses, still laughing, and shifts XiChen’s hand better, so the sleeve is not covering his mouth too. His gaze lands on XiChen, and there is something in it that XiChen has never seen before, something that makes his face heat, that makes him very much aware of his other hand cupping the back of MingJue’s head, and the feel of his hair against his palm.

“That was very well done,” MingJue says, “Did I cut your arm?”

“Did-- no. How is it well done? I-- you are bleeding.”

“This is not the first time my nose was broken,” MingJue says, his voice still filled with good humor, “But it was by far, the most pleasurable one.”

XiChen thinks the heat from his face now must be covering his entire body, and he focuses on stopping the blood flow, no longer capable of meeting MingJue’s eyes.

The disciples gather around them, not as loud and boisterous as they were before, but none of them look nearly as worried as XiChen feels. MingJue pulls a handkerchief of his own from the inside pocket of his robes, and gently lowers XiChen’s hand, so he can press the handkerchief to his nose.

“What lesson have you learned?” MingJue asks them.

“The Lan Sect cheats!” Nie SuShen exclaims, and Nie MingJue chokes out another laugh, this one poorly covered up by a cough.

XiChen wishes the earth would open up and swallow him.

“Close,” MingJue says, “But no. The lesson is, never lose focus. An instant of hesitation can cost you your life. Now, line up. You are an hour behind with your drills. I expect to see you all here for an extra hour, no exceptions.”

A series of groans follows his words, but they move away quickly, probably afraid that any hesitation will extend their practice even longer.

“You should see a healer,” XiChen says, although the blood flow already seems to be slowing down.

“For a broken nose? He will laugh at me.”

XiChen cannot quite look at him yet; too much has happened in too short of a time, and the earlier rush of joy has left him so rapidly, that he feels shaky and unanchored.

MingJue lightly takes a hold of his wrist, the torn sleeve baring the arm to the elbow.

“I was so sure that I had cut you by mistake,” he says softly, “I am glad I did not. If you wish, I will go see a healer, but you should change your robes. The blood may not come out of that sleeve, if it is left in any longer.”

XiChen nods, and gathers up his sword. They part ways at the courtyard entrance, but XiChen feels the imprint if MingJue’s fingers on his wrist for hours afterwards, and finds his hand closing around it often, as if looking for a grip that is no longer there.

#the untamed #cql #mdzs #nielan #lan xichen #ficlet #m #arranged marriage au pt. 9 #i make myself a liar in less than 24 hours #i'm in the nightless city in the story #so i edited this one for posting #the rest is a mess #that will take time

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heeracha · 2 years ago

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## buy one, take me. — l. heeseung

synposis: with his best friend asking him for help because said best friend was scared he wasn't "boyfriend material" enough, heeseung looks for flower shops for his best friend's girlfriend. thankfully, jake knows someone from the university who has an aunt that owns a flower shop, you. now, heeseung messages you and shyly, but shamelessly asks if he can get any promos or discounts to which you shamelessly answered him, "buy one, take me". heeseung doesn't pass on this, of course. after all, you are pretty damn cute.

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

content/genre: college au, slowburn, fluff, angst and crack, smau.

warning(s): swearing, of course. and as always, i'll put it in every chap if there's something you need to look out for.

note: yes, blod-talicized for slowburn because this is already planned out three years ago (but for another idol) anyway !! i'm excited to share this, my ass had been wanting to post this,,,,,, i already have the ending i just really need to do from part eleven up to,,,, that. so here you go. T_T okay, if i suddenly ghost again FLOOD ME MESSAGES/ASKS/IDC WHAT TO FINISH IT. TAGLIST CLOSE.

tags: r.asks: botm, botm updates, botm thoughts

sample texts. / playlist.

profiles. / profiles two. / profiles three.

ep 1. — the pilot.

ep 2. — the bf problem.

ep 3. — the help from jake.

ep 4. — the promo.

ep 5. — the benefit of jeongin.

ep 6. — the availing of the promo.

ep 7. — the two introverts.

ep 8. — the era of reporter sunoo.

ep 8.2. — the dog cafe.

ep 9. — the look. what look?

ep 10. — the panicking of heeseung.

ep. 11 — the time heeseung decides to trust y/n.

ep 12. — the real heey/n friendship era.

ep 13. — the star stamp.

ep 14. — the late night in the flower shop.

ep 15. — the biggest cliché.

ep 16. — the text-snapping of y/n.

ep 17. — the weekend of heeseung without y/n.

ep 18. — the two am ride.

ep 19. — the stupidity.

ep 20. — the time y/n blocked heeseung.

ep 21. — the whipped y/n.

ep 22. — the painful sight (according to riki).

ep 23. — the library.

ep 24. — the dog café pt 2.

ep 25. — the frustration of jungwon and sunoo.

ep 26. — the flowers and bambi sticker.

ep 27. — the pretty dense boy texting y/n.

ep 28. — the message from jay.

ep 29. — the look heey/n give.

ep 30. — the pet name.

ep 31. — the switch up.

ep 32. — the no more denial.

ep 33. — the time seungmin called y/n 'sweetie'.

ep 34. — the way y/n sensed it again.

ep 35. — the talk.

ep 36. — the halfway there.

ep 37. — the another lame line.

ep 38. — the time heeseung accidentally kissed y/n.

ep 39. — the drive-in.

ep 40. — the flour and eggs.

ep 41. — the favorite view.

ep 42. — the one time they used their main accs.

ep 43. — the origami flower bouquet.

ep 44. — the stressed gf.

ep 45. — the plane plan.

ep 46. — the time y/n isn't teasing with heeseung.

ep 47. — the time when everything is "fine".

ep 48. — the time heeseung forgot.

ep 49. — the fight.

ep 50. — the graduation.

ep 51. — the flower arrangement on the cashier.

ep 52. — the favorite flower of heeseung.

ep 53. — the fact that heeseung is still jealous.

ep 54. — the supposed three year anniversary of heey/n.

ep 55. — the bubble chat turned blue.

ep 56. — the dumb flowers.

ep 57. — the time y/n finally replied.

ep 58. — the rehearsal dinner.

ep 59. — the flowers weren't dumb after all.

ep 60. — the lifetime promo.

bonus. — the matching icons.

bonus 2. — the pettiness of flower and seungie.

bonus 3. — the one where heeseung thought y/n's leaving.

bonus 4. — the one with heeseung's doe eyes.

alternative ending. — the one when y/n almost stayed.

marriage discount; p. sunghoon [ fem!reader ]. — after endless of weddings that sunghoon attends to, he's been spending non-stop. so, upon hearing about a discount for married people even if it's just in the dry cleaners, sunghoon tells the employee that the girl, who happens to be you, walked in in the shop is his wife. even if he doesn't know you.

heeracha, 2022.

#OMG SECOND HEE SMAU RAWR LIKE I PROMISED WONT BE AS ANGSTY AS YMTM #Hiraya-M #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen smau #enhypen social au #enhypen social media au #enhypen socmed au #heeseung imagines #heeseung scenarios #heeseung reactions #heeseung fluff #heeseung au #heeseung social media au #heeseung x reader #enhypen x reader

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sunnyseungup · 2 years ago

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Lee know fic recs

stray kids | Lee Know

masterlist

[ updated 230324 ]

and they were roommates. { f2l; f, s, c } 11k

How to kill a dragon | Lee Minho { Vikings!au, e2l } 18,7 k

A Song of Ice and Fire { royalty!au, arranged marriage!au, subzero!au; f, a } 35k

Camera roll { f }

Cupid's Christmas pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | { e2l; s, a, f }

Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty { cat!lee know, sub!lee know; s } 2.1k

-Tattoo artist!Minho

he’s just like a cat. { domestic; f } 1,4k

lee know as ur problematic fav { s } 3,3k

Ruin My Life { f2l, f } 3,9k

pillowtalk { f, s }

Husband lino { a, f | arguments }

symphony { e2l, fake dating; a, f } 15,7k

of poison love & never agains { royal au, e2l; f, a }

maybe i do { arranged marriage au, royal au; a, f, s } 16,3k

winner { racer au; f, s }

enemies to lovers project { e2l, college au; a, f, s} 18k

a marriage story { bfs2l; a, f } 6k

eat { f }

are you home ? { f}

[00.15] { greaser au, fake dating; f, s, a } 2,5k

youngblood { college, bfs2l; a, f } 17,4k

the chancellor { royal au, e2l; f, a } 4,7k

It’s high tide, baby. { pirate au, e2l; a, f, c } 23k

it’s can’t be dull if you’re around { f } 0,3k

holding hands { f } 1,2k

cherry eyes, cherry lips { vampire au, f2l; f } 1,9k

weight of worth { vampire lino, servant yn; f, s } 13k

JUST YOU: ENOUGH { f } 0,7k

love-marks { s }

I’ll be here, always and forever { comfort au; f, a } 2,7k

soft cuddly Minho { f }

sticker { f }

Dear Minho, have you ever felt loved before ? { daddy issues, cuddles; f } 0,7k

Cuddle bug { f } 0,5k

Drabble { s }

Lover of mine { roomates, fwb; f, s } 5,8k

Drabble { f }

lovely & sweet { s, f } 6,3k

Cat got your tongue? { captain!lino; f } 1,1k

rise and shine { f, s } 0,9k

after care { s, f }

soft thought #2 { f }

fic-mas day 9 { matching pyjamas, f } 0,261k

DESTINY'S DESIGN { e2l, arranged marriage, royal; f } 16,4k

kiss me more { brother's best friend; f, s } 13,2k

pick me ups { comfort; a, f } 2,5k

PUDDING {college au, simp minho; c, f, s } 7,4k

make a wish { f, s } 3,9k

close { s }

swallow { s } 2,7k

dizzy { s } 1,5k

HORIZONTAL HIERARCHY { office au, supervisor!Minho; s } 10,3k

A stolen frappuccino, a stolen kiss { f, c } 3,3k

lipstick stains { s } 3,6k

[02:33]

blank safeword { comfort }

bite me { s }

face time and kitties { f,c }

zipper { s, f } 4,3k

zipper : sweat { s, f } 2k

bad day { s, f ]

FRIENDS DON’T { bsf au; f, s } 2,3k

boop, and there he glares { f } 0,9k

garlic bread { s } 1,8k

cotton candy { f }

When he wants you to sit on his face { s }

“are you flirting with me ?” { f } 0,5k

On top { s }

blinks { f }

[ 21:35 ] { s }

sapiosexual { s }

gross, let me join

cat mugs { f }

If I hated you { e2l; a, f }

pining 0.9k

what you like pt1 pt2 { roommates, s } ~ 5k

roommates { s } 2,8k

HOST REQUESTED: Lee Minho { s } 5,2k

02 sharing a bed series { f2l; s }

next Tuesday { boxer au, e2l; a, f } 1,2k

Maniac #2 Lee Minho: TIL YOU MAKE IT { psychiatric ward air, dark; s } 16,4k

Alone Together { space pirate Lino; f, s } 8k

TKO { office; c, s } 10,3k

08:48 { f } 0,7k

Spammy bofie thought

Jureumi thoughts

good mornings { f } 0,5k

Mine { f }

Series

WereRoomies { werewolf au; s, a, f }

Camping with Wolves { bsf2l; s, f } 11k Dog Unleashed { f, s, a } 11k Headcanon

Lee know knows everything { weird boy Lino, f }

Pt1 { f } 3,7k Pt2 { f, s } 2,3k

Note: please let me know if the links are not working ! I’ll try to fix them as soon as possible ^^

#lee know #lee minho #lee know smut #lee know angst #lee know fluff #stray kids #stray kids recs

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slytherinshua · 2 years ago

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　　　seventeen masterlist ⟡₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ = author's pick !

　　　　seungcheol

walk in the woods (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 616.

[5:02am]

genre: fluff. timestamp. s.coups as a dad. | wc: 324.

cherry bows (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. s.coups as a dad. | wc: 1k.

scoups with an oldest child s/o (req)

genre: comfort. headcanons | wc: 548.

　　　　jeonghan

[12:02am]

genre: fluff. timestamp. | wc: 406.

my attention (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 550.

　　　　joshua

my comfort (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 415.

smitten

genre: fluff. | wc: 635.

home

genre: fluff. joshua as a dad. | wc: 795.

fairytales aren't real ⋆˙⟡

genre: angst. prince au. | wc: 1.8k.

meant for each other (req)

genre: fluff. soulmate au. | wc: 2.1k.

[6:14am]

genre: fluff. timestamp. | wc: 320.

clingy ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 754.

soft thoughts !

one

　　　　junhui

[9:43pm]

genre: fluff. timestamp. | wc: 325.

　　　　soonyoung

photoshoot

genre: fluff. | wc: 1.2k.

　　　　wonwoo

love drive

genre: fluff. | wc: 1.5k.

[7:38pm]

genre: fluff. timestamp. | wc: 461.

burnt promises, second chances ⋆˙⟡

genre: atla au. arranged marriage. slow burn. miscommunication. angst. fluff. | wc: 14.5k.

soft thoughts !

one

　　　　jihoon

[12:18am]

genre: fluff. timestamp. | wc: 364.

file folder

genre: fluff. crack(?) | 1.4k.

covers, quiet, and you

genre: fluff. | wc: 569.

still mad? (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 411.

　　　　seokmin

[3:06am]

genre: fluff. dk as a dad. timestamp. | wc: 240.

tipsy love (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 681.

muse

genre: fluff. kinda historical. | wc: 1.4k.

mozzarella sword (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 957.

sleepy bunny (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 468.

soft thoughts !

one

　　　　mingyu

[11:42pm]

genre: fluff. timestamp. | wc: 328.

outnumbered

genre: fluff. mingyu as a dad (pt. 1). | wc: 1.4k.

best dad in the world

genre: fluff. mingyu as a dad (pt. 2). | wc: 1.4k.

home alone ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. mingyu as a dad (pt. 3). | wc: 2.6k.

uncannily perfect (req)

genre: fluff. soulmate au. friends to lovers. | wc: 2k.

golden retriever (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 439.

　　　　minghao

affection

genre: fluff. prince au. | wc: 1.2k.

agent xu (req)

genre: fluff. assassin au. | wc: 2.1k.

all my love

genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 558.

soft thoughts !

one

　　　　seungkwan

glasses (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 531.

sleep is the best medicine

genre: fluff. sickfic. | wc: 1.4k.

　　　　vernon

jealousy, jealousy (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 760.

pampering

genre: fluff. period comfort. | wc: 1k.

　　　　chan

marshmallow love

genre: fluff. friends to lovers. | wc: 756.

　　　　other

seventeen atla headcanons ⋆˙⟡

genre: headcanons. atla au. | wc: 1.6k.

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xuzixushi · 3 years ago

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↳ ❝ [ jaehyun fic recs i ] ¡! ❞

» series

healing by @nctream | M , F | ceo!au , romance , single-dad!au | intro , ch.1 , ch.2 , ch.3 , ch.4 , ch.5 , ch.6 , ch.7 , ch.8 , ch.9

↳ you adored your mother, but sometimes, well sometimes she should have minded her own freaking business. Or, when paying your apartment bills becomes almost impossible, you manage to find a job in the infamous 127 Tower, which the Jung Family owns. Not as a secretary or as the cleaning lady, but as Jung Jaehyun's daughter babysitter.

≫ ──────── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──────── ≪

no one wishes at the snow by @neoculturetravesty | M F A L ∆ | single-parent!au, fake-marriage!au, second-lead!syndrome, romance

↳ Marrying for love was for the fortunate few. Marrying for love happened in fairytales and movies and dramas. Not real life. In real life, everyone married for convenience.

checkmate by @doiebunny | M | secret-agent!au, enemies-to-fwb-lovers

↳ You and Jaehyun have agreed to keep your relationship strictly physical, promising to not fall in love with each other. But things become complicated when feelings start to get in the way.

arranged by @smileysuh | M A | mafia!au, arranged-marriage!au

↳ You give your arranged marriage to mafia!Jaehyun a chance.

lazy days with jung jaehyun by @kopikokun | F ∆ | non-idol!au

↳ may this day with you never end.

promised by @doiebunny | M L ∆ | childhood-friends-to-enemies-to-lovers, arranged-marriage!au

↳You hate him. He hates you. But you’re arranged to one another. The universe really works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it?

ceo!jaehyun by @jungstruly | F ∆ |

babe by @kopikokun | F ∆ | non-idol!au

↳ oh my god, did you call me baby? maybe.

a lover's fate by @loeycity | M L ∆ | ceo!au, enemies-to-lovers, arranged!marriage, humour

↳ As the CEO of Zetatech, you’ve got a multi-billion dollar empire in the palm of your hand and not a single care for love. That all changes when the Jung Corporation CEO walks through your door, bringing about an arranged marriage and a life you never asked for. With your fate already sealed, the question is now this — do you really hate him as much as you claim to or is there something more you’re not willing to admit to?

i like me better (when im with you) by @tyonfs | M F C L | friends-to-enemies-lovers, fwb!au, college!au, sports, crack

↳ there was no one else on the planet that made your blood boil like jeong jaehyun did. you never thought your feelings toward him were anything past pure hatred, but when you were lost in the feeling of his lips on yours and his hands on your body, you couldn’t help but think that maybe a part of you didn’t completely hate his guts.

ordinary people by @ppangjae | F A L | ceo!jaehyun, slow!burn, fake-dating!au, friends-to-lovers

↳ Jaehyun’s parents are coming home for Christmas and he may have made the biggest mistake of telling them he has a ‘girlfriend’. Insert you, his best friend, who so happens to be the only girl he knows and trusts. You, on the other hand, would have never expected Jaehyun to show up at your door at two in the morning with nothing but a proposition; to be his fake girlfriend. And man, are you in big trouble.

holly, jolly christmas by @imagineinnie | M F ∆ | established!relationship, slice-of-life, non-idol!au

↳ for christmas, jaehyun would've preferred to stay with you at home, but his parents insisted it to be a perfect time for a family gathering, and you, of course. he didn't know that the big family would give him a longing feeling for his own family.

everything i want by @nctream | F ∆ | domestic!au, husband-&-dad!jaehyun, romance

↳ just a moment, just a second alone with him.

ceo!jaehyun by @nsheetee | F A ∆ | pt.1 , pt.2

falling for a friend by @doiebunny | M | fwb!au

↳ Jaehyun already broke a lot of rules when it came to your situation. So it wouldn’t hurt to break a few more, would it?

come back by @aehyei | F A ∆ | husband-father!jaehyun, family!au

↳ After years giving birth to your beautiful daughter, Jaehyun had to leave again for work. Seeing Jaeun wait everyday, staring at the door waiting for her dada to come back, Jaehyun explained to her on how he’ll always come back and be there even if she couldn’t see him.

wedding day by @aehyei | F ∆ | dad-husband-aged-up!jaehyun

↳It felt like just yesterday when your little princess was crying because her pacifier fell out of her mouth, and now she’s here, dressed in a white gown looking beautiful as ever—and is about to start her own family.

6:12 pm by @nctsplug02 | M F |

husband!jaehyun by @jungstruly | F |

9:20 am by @nctsplug02 | F | suggestive

dont be afraid (love is the way) by @loviejaehyun | M F | vampire!jaehyun, friends-to-lovers

↳ you haven’t seen jung jaehyun since he moved away in high school, and now you see your childhood best friend and neighbor at a halloween party and he’s quite different

5:28 pm by @nctsplug02 | F ∆ |

romeo roulette by @wincore | F A L | fake-dating!au , office!au , soulmate!au

↳ if finding your soulmate is the same as a damn game of russian roulette, you are determined to not pull the trigger at all. except, you know who your soulmate is and he doesn’t—and given a choice to pretend, you find that jaehyun is the lesser of the two burdens to bear.

drunk and flirty boyfriend!jaehyun by @jungstruly | F ∆ |

9:13 am by @nctsplug02 | F ∆ |

frat-boy!jaehyun babysitting by @jungstruly | F ∆ |

summer vacation with boyfriend jaehyun by @jungstruly | F ∆ |

gifts galore by @nctsworld | M F | established!relationship

↳ you and jaehyun agree to not exchange any gifts this christmas, yet both of you break your agreement for the better. // part of the x-mas in ncity collection

crave by @jaehyunnie77 | M F ∆ | friends-to-lovers, college!au, humor

↳ All the sexual tension leads up to one house party with none other than your best friend Jaehyun.

the most beautiful thing by @jenosjupi | M F ∆ |

↳ the story of the beginning of forever

cold hands by @nctsworld | F ∆ |

↳ in which jaehyun tries to warm your cold hands up by placing them underneath his shirt.

mr. jung: soon to be ceo, (past) part time model, smitten husband by @anya-writes-stuff | F |

↳ you and jaehyun start shooting promotional content for the upcoming launch of his company with the help of a friend from university

my mister? by @mieohmy | F ∆ | humor, teacher!au

↳ you think it’s cute how your seventh grade students can’t get enough of Mr. Jung. or in which the whole middle schools ships you and jaehyun together.

12:19 am by @jenoloqy | F ∆ | boxer!jaehyun

oh baby its you! by @jaehyunfirstlove | M F A L ∆ | bestfriends-fwb-lovers

↳ You decide you’re ready to have a baby. The catch? You’re not seeing anyone at the moment. Enter your best friend, Jeong Jaehyun. Will he be the answer to your dilemma?

the blind date by @luvhaos | F ∆ | non-idol!au

the wedding | F ∆ | non-idol!au

curiosity killed the cat by @sunwoosbunny | M | roommates-to-lovers

↳ Being stuck in quarantine with Jaehyun used to be fun, you shared so many moments of laughter while bonding over games, movies, and even corny videos you both have watched on youtube. You never felt the reason to be nervous or shy around him that was until your curiosity got the best of you one day. Moans were coming from his room and you just had to bring yourself to check on him. Years of friendship were quickly flushed down the drain by a crazy night of passion, that intertwined your bodies and hearts forever.

no guidance by @yutaholic | M L | humor

↳ You insist on keeping things casual with Jaehyun, even though he wants something more serious, but then you miss a period and in an instant, your lives are turned completely upside

2:45 pm by @peachycheeks14 | M | badboy!jaehyun

02:45 by @boiolay | F ∆ |

new dad by @ijenoyou | F A ∆ |

↳ kyu, your son, isn’t too fond of the idea of jaehyun being his new dad.

runway by @wincore | M F A L ∆ | model!jaehyun, fashion-designer!reader, enemies-to-lovers, comedy

↳ there are some things that come with dedicating your life to fashion: a taste for finer fabrics, a splash of love for art, and an appreciation of the human body. none of these are supposed to include the hottest model you have ever laid eyes on, or the fact that you completely, utterly hate his guts.

the louvre by @moondustis | M F A |

↳ On the nights you spend alone the feeling of loneliness is not as comfortable as it used to be. It’s like Jaehyun has engraved himself in every part of your life, trying to fit in inside every empty spot you had.

dalliance in drudgery by @caiuscassiuss | M F A | ceo!jaehyun, secretary!reader, humor

↳ He pulled you in like a moth to a flame, and you were about to get burned.

better than a date? by @neozhoen | M | ceo!jaehyun

↳ When you're preparing glamorously for a long-awaited date night with your CEO boyfriend but he has something better to offer maybe?

detective jung by @nakamotonudes | M | detective!jaehyun

↳You surprise your boyfriend at his work place with some dinner but he was hungry for something else. That something else, being you

everything happens for a reason by @tyongxnct | M F A L | enemies-to-lovers, roommates!au, fakedating!au, pregnancy!au

↳ Your relationship with Jaehyun starts with hate and ends with love. A rollercoaster of emotions and suffering. You hated each other the second you met and with time, hate became love. Everything was perfect until your relationship ended after you told him you were pregnant. Living under the same roof was a big challenge, especially when your mother came to visit and you had to fake your relationship with Jaehyun and you had to go through so much more until you were finally happy again.

first times by @moonctzeny | M A | childhood-friend-ceo!jaehyun

↳ Jaehyun had been your best friend ever since you were 7 years old, but after a certain incident he disappears, without informing you of his whereabouts. You had come to terms with the fact that you’ll never see him again until your paths cross unexpectedly, meeting as boss and employee

cynosure- a focal point of admiration by @drquinzelharleen | M F A L ∆ | surgeon!au, enemies-to-lovers

↳ When the young hot shot doctor, Jung Jaehyun, has been solicited to your hospital. He is to become the new Chief of Surgery. Your excitement and curiosity are soon to be washed away by his cocky disposition.

last updated: 03/09/22

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ggukkieland · 3 years ago

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📕BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Aug Pt. 1

Thank you dear authors whose stories have entertained me, made me cry when I needed to, and gave me that giddy feeling to add sweetness to my fic reading life.

If you stumbled upon this list and decided to give the fics a try, please reblog author’s fics and share these stories too =).

Note: if link doesn’t work, click on author and go to their masterlist

🥕 Ongoing - most recent chapter [as of date this list was posted] 🥕 Completed - completed one shots | series (Pt 2) 🥕 S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst

🥕 [Ongoing Series]

↬ Namjoon

Curious Creatures @mikrokaos - series [4/?] | 18.5k+ | Fantasy AU, Dragon!Namjoon, Soulmate AU | f, a, eventual s

Fragmented Glass @mochismilesbrighterthansun - series [7/?] | 42.2k+ | Enemies to Lovers, Arranged Marriage | a, s, f - 02 03 04 05 06 07

Hyde @avveh - series [1/?] | 8.8k+ | Enemies to Lovers, slow burn, Lawyer AU, courtroom drama, interesting character changes (from Namjoon 👀, like jekyll and hyde) | a, eventual s

Lavender Skies (a re-write) @jamaisjoons - series [2/?] | 20.3k+ | Single Dad AU, Marine Veterinarian!OC, Domestic AU, originally Intro:Her | f, a, s

↬ Seokjin

Bitten @bloomsuga - smau | vampire seokjin x historian reader, part of the Spookiverse, humor | f, a, s?

Dishonesty - Part 1: Pray You Catch Me @00bamc - series [5/?] | 14k+ | infidelity au, husband au | a, s

↬ Yoongi

Back Burner @yoonpobs - series [3/?] | 9.6k+ | friends to lovers, childhood friends, sister’s best friend!yoongi, sibling rivalry of some sort, enemies to lovers? | s, f

Need to Know @minyfic - series [5//?] | 16.9k+ | Sugar Daddy AU, CEO AU, soft dom!yoongi, age gap | s, f, a

No Rebounds @joheunsaram - drabble series [2/?] | 2k+ | marriage au, husband au, marriage on the rocks type of scenario | a, f

Westfield Apartments @gamerwoo - series [4/?] | 9.4k+ | mystery, horror, ghost au, Yoongi is a tenant, mystery surrounding the fifth floor | a

↬ Hoseok

First of Many @jkiddingjeon - series [1/?] | 2.8k+ | brother’s bestfriend au, fwb au, forbidden love |

Outlaw @chemicalpink - series [intro/?] | 1.2k+ | sci-fi, enemies to lovers, spy au | f, a, eventual s

Poison Ivy @jinseunie - two shot [1/2] | 12k+ | choreographer!hoseok x dancer!reader, slow burn, OC final year at SOPA | f, a, eventual s

↬ Jimin

Barracuda @vantezza - series [2/9] | 9.6k+ | fuckboy au, bad boy au, fwb au, eventual established relationship | s, a, f?

The Ties That Bind Us Still @pjmaparty - series [3/?] | 25.2k+ | CEO!Jimin, Husband turned Exes AU, unplanned pregnancy, themes of infidelity | a, f

↬ Taehyung

A Fated Life @kooktrash - series [1/?] | wc: ?? | Historical Fantasy AU, Arranged Marriage, Corpse Bride Victor Van Dort meets Mr Darcy meets Alice in Wonderland | future s

Colours @lovelytaes-blog - series [2/?] | 33.8k+ | Single Dad AU, Artist!Reader, strangers to lovers, met Taehyung’s daughter at the park | a, s, f

Oh, Alpha Mine @sunshyngal - series [1/?] | 900wc+ | a/b/o dynamics, childhood enemies, brother’s best friend au, reporter!oc, homicide detective!taehyung, crime au, mystery | a, s

Rotten Angelcake @inkedtae - series [3/?] | 28.4k+ | CEO AU, Curvy!Reader, Sugar Daddy AU (or according to author Taeddy 😉), slow burn, strangers to lovers | s, f, a

Strawberry and Cigarettes @knpjpr - smau | stoner!taehyung x rich girl!reader, enemies to lovers, social divide | a, f

When Love is Enough @selfproducingfanfictionauthor - drabble series [3/?] | 1.3k+ | idol!taehyung, unplanned pregnancy, career vs love type of scenario | a, f (no masterpost so please check author’s masterlist for the links to other chapters)

↬ Jungkook

Addicted to U @ughcore - one shot + ongoing series [5/?] | 27k+ | Enemies to Lovers, eventually Established Relationship (a bit of secret relationship at first) | s, f, a

A Lover’s Kiss @hueseok - series [11/16] | 36.4k+ | fwb au, idiots to lovers, college au, pining, swimmer!jungkook, editor-in-chief!reader | s, f, a

Amaranth @kookieswan - series [1/?] + blurbs [3/?] | 3.8k+ | Bestfriend AU, Royalty AU | f

An Abundance of Luck & a Sprinkle of Fate @borathae - series [3/?] | 18k+ | spin-off to I Hate You, I Love You (KTH), CEO AU, Sex Worker AU, Hurt/Comfort, strangers to lovers, BDSM | a, s

Bella Sposa @makeawish2020 - drabble series [6/?] | 6-8k? | secret agent au, assassin au, enemies to lovers, secret identity, mystery | a

Burning Love @bangtanficsforyou - series [prologue/?] | 787 wc | Exes AU, CEO AU, OC’s company bought by Jungkook (ex turned boss) | f, a, s (?)

City of Scales @kookdiaries - two shot [1/2] | 6.4k+ | Mermaid AU, Royalty AU | a, s

Euphoria @lovelytaes-blog - drabble series [2/?] | 7.2k+ | established relationship, husband au, they were high school sweethearts | s, f

Love Ain’t a Business @bangtanhome - series [1/?] | 9.2k+ | best friend’s brother au, enemies to lovers, ex-fwb au, fake dating (with the best friend) | s, f, a

Love Fool @citrustan - ongoing [2/4] + drabbles [1/?] | 5.5k+ | boyfriend!jungkook, some issue with boyfriend’s best friend!Yuna | a, s, f

Mean Girls @kookluv - drabble series [4/?] | 6.6k+ | shy!jungkook, popular!oc, mean!oc, college au | f, a

One Beep @peachiekoo - series [1/?] | 2k+ | enemies to lovers, love alarm au, their parents’ divorce is related (so JK hates her/her family) | a, eventual f

Paradise @sunshinerainbowsbts - series [1/?] | 6.1k+ | Neighbor AU, Stripper!Jungkook, secret identity, slow burn | s

Queen of Ice @readyplayerhobi - drabble series [3/?] | 5.1k+ | Bodyguard AU, Royalty AU, Fantasy (Ice Magic User!OC x Water Magic!Jungkook) | f, a

Shadows of Euphoria @cinnabun-faerie - series [5/?] | 9.5k+ | Demon!Jungkook, feat. ???!Taehyung, Soulmate AU, historical(? takes place in ancient Greece) | f, a

Sheltered Hearts @jeonfrvr - series [6/?] | 11.5k+ | fuckboy au, college au, strangers to lovers (Jungkook found OC eating cereal on kitchen floor at 3 am), brother’s best friend too (taehyung) | f, eventual s

Take All My Firsts @sunshyngal - drabble series [1/?] | 1.5k+ | CEO AU, secretary!OC, shy awkward anti-social jungkook | f (please this is so hilarious 😂)

The Art of… @venusiangguk - series [4/?] + drabbles [3/?] | 50.3k+ | single dad au, dilf!jungkook, store clerk!oc, fwb au, strangers to lovers | s, a, f (originally part of my Feb 2021 Pt 2 reading list but the story got expanded yay! Now part of ongoing reads)

The Devil’s Own @sunshyngal - series [2/?] | 15.9k+ | Mafia AU, Revenge AU, Crime AU, check tags for triggering themes! (non-con, toxic behavior, etc. Jungkook isn’t meant to be cute here) | s, a

With a Sense of Innocence @borathae - series [3/?] | 19k+ | Friends to Lovers, Idiots to Lovers, Mutual Pining, College AU, Neighbors AU, eventual established relationship | f, s *though ongoing, can be considered

↬ OT7

Business @btssmutgalore - series [4/?] | 54.8k+ | Rich OC, Executive!OC, noona? (not much age gap), taekook looking for investor and got more business *wink, wink* | s 🌷 (so this is a classic and I am so thrilled it got recently updated 😍)

Ethereal @purpleyoonn - series [prologue/?] | wc:? (coming soon but the premise is so intriguing)| Dragon AU, Fantasy, Mafia AU, Poly AU | s 🌷

🥕 [Completed Fics/Series]

📕BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Aug Pt. 2

posted: 2021 Sep 03

link to other reading lists

other fic rec lists (by theme)

I love to read so feel free to message me about fics! 🌷

#ggukkiereadinglist #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts smut #namjoon smut #seokjin smut #yoongi smut #hoseok smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #hoseok x reader #yoongi x reader #seokjin x reader #namjoon x reader #bts fic recs

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flowered-mp3 · 3 years ago

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vermillion series

pairing: human prince jaebeom + vampire princess female reader

genre: fluff, angst, forbidden love (kinda?), smut, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers (YEAH!), vampire, fantasy, royalty au

total word count: 25.5k+

warnings: suggestive sexual content, explicit sexual content (eventually), cursing, depictions of war, violence, and blood, verbal abuse, cliché vampire tropes lmao, self-indulgent af

summary: in an effort to end centuries of war, you agree to a political marriage with the enemy. you never considered that your circumstances could allow you to indulge in matters of the heart. that is, until your intended pushes past your boundaries, tempting you with intelligent banter and salacious, midnight promises.

rating: 18+ (mdni)

author’s note: been waiting forever to write something like this. anyway, this is heavily inspired by themes, characters, and places in castlevania and game of thrones.

[library] [got7 library]

[☆] = explicit sexual content

[pt. 1 - encounter]: to meet with or contend against, possibly with difficulty or opposition.

[pt. 2 - descent]: a downward step in station or value.

[pt. 3 - astriction]: the act of binding.

[pt. 4 - spark]: a trace of a specified quality or intense feeling.

[pt. 5]

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updated: 09/08/2022

#myworks:vermillion

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justimajin · 4 years ago

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Til Death Do Us Part♜Pt.11

➟ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

➟ Genre: Angst & Fluff

↳ (6.8k), Arranged Marriage AU

➟ Summary: If someone told you that you’d be marrying the Kim Namjoon, you would think you were being lied to, or worse, that you were hallucinating. However, fate seems to have it’s own ways of making the impossible possible and before you even know it, the title of Mrs. Kim is bestowed onto you. There’s just one problem: you’re not sure if Kim Namjoon is the person he says he is and the truth of your own identity is dangling by the strength of a mere thread.

➟ Warnings: 18+ rating, graphic descriptions of violence, blood and death, character death

➟ A/N: This is the final part! Thank you all for reading this series and for giving it so much love <3

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➟ Full Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10[M] Part 11

“You saw someone outside the house last night?”

Seokjin’s arms are crossed, wide eyes swaying from you to Namjoon.

You nod in response, “The way they were dressed, it really blended them into their surroundings. I thought maybe the lack of sleep was playing with me, but then Namjoon saw it too…”

You peer over at your husband, who hums. “We couldn’t find them afterwards.”

Seokjin shakes his head, appearing to still be caught within bafflement. Jimin suddenly emerges, his eyes drinking in the distress in the room.

“I’m assuming there’s no good news?” He wonders, and Namjoon turns, raising an eyebrow in his direction.

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.” He sighs, roughly running a hand through his locks, “He keeps saying it over and over again, that we’re fools to think he’s pulling the strings…”

Namjoon lets out a deep exhale, back sinking against the wall. That’s when he catches it, a sharp glint residing behind Seokjin’s glasses.

“What?” He immediately asks as the man raises his head, shaking his head.

“He wasn’t too forthcoming with me either, but….” His eyes suddenly sway and Namjoon follows the gesture, “He seems to really hate you.”

You stare at Seokjin wide-eyed.

Before you have a chance to retaliate, he beats you to it. “I’m not saying that it’s because of you per say, but more so because of your lineage….”

“Being a L/N?” Jimin ponders, and Seokjin hums, furrowing his brows.

“It seems he wasn’t quite happy with your marriage to Namjoon and from the looks of it, Taehyung wasn’t either.”

Although you can somewhat grasp what Seokjin is implying, his next question catches you off guard.

“How was Yonghwa killed, Y/N?”

Your mouth opens and closes from the straightforwardness, but you can see Seokjin’s gears turning, so you ultimately decide not to hesitate.

The history of your families is known to many. Trade and manufacturing seeking to forge a union between their two sectors. Yonghwa and Namjung were supposed to go through with the deal, but all hell broke loose on the fateful day when Yonghwa was found on the ground in a pool of his own blood with Namjung being visibly shaken. Revenge was rampant between the two families, your marriage to Namjoon ultimately becoming the peace offering to end years of hatred.

“Yonghwa was murdered.” You state in a monotone voice, as if told the story numerous times, “The day he and Namjung seeked a union, Yonghwa found out that the Kim’s were building weapons they hadn’t agreed upon.”

“Yonghwa therefore decided not to go through with the union, but was murdered by Namjung who wanted to cover up his tracks.”

After you finish explaining, your eyes drift up. Namjoon is staring at you in disbelief, orbs oscillating.

“What is it?” You immediately ask.

Seokjin relaxes his narrowed eyes and clears his throat, “Yonghwa was killed...but not at the hands of Namjung.”

Namjoon continues, “The L/N’s were involved in illegal exchange through their trades, and Namjung found out during the time he was making a deal with Yonghwa. He attempted to reason with Yonghwa, but he was held at gunpoint.”

“Through the scuffle they had, Yonghwa ended up accidentally shooting himself.” Jimin finishes, confusion drawing from your eyes.

“W-What?” Your eyes glance at the two of them frantically, “But there’s no way, Yonghwa was found in a pool of his own blood.”

“And Namjung was left shaken.” Namjoon adds, “He meant to forge a union, not kill the head.”

“That’s‒….” You shake your head, utterly lost from the conclusion. It seems too foreign to you, like someone has erased years of history from your book and shoved something else in instead.

A thought lingers in your mind and your eyes snap up, gazing at Seokjin, “Why are you asking me about Yonghwa?”

Namjoon glances up at him as well, confused from the inquires. Seokjin smiles, crossing his arms.

“I have a hunch that I need to confirm,” He eyes you, “‒and what if I said that the two of you are telling the truth?”

You and Namjoon share a glance, the latter speaking, “How so?”

“Yonghwa was killed. This is the one point in your stories that stays constant,” He begins, “But the part where your stories diverge is the reasoning behind his demise.”

“Y/N said the Kim’s were building weapons that Yonghwa didn’t agree with, and Namjoon said that Namjung found out about the L/N’s illegal activities. This led to both parties disagreeing with each other, and it wouldn't be so surprising for a fight to ensue, with both taking rightful actions to prevent themselves any harm.”

“Yonghwa was prepared to kill Namjung at the cost of saving his business while Namjung needed to get rid of Yonghwa’s knowledge.”

Seokjin pauses for a moment as you and Namjoon nod in response. His smile widens, curling at the corner of his lips.

“Now the reason why I brought this up.” He clears his throat, a playful look in his eyes, “The moral of this story is that there seems to be no victor and no loser. Both families were involved in things they shouldn’t have been and were prepared to take lethal actions to protect that information, even to the extent of making the other family look historically bad in comparison.”

Your eyes widen and Seokjin asks the question that has you stumbling for an answer.

“So why the need for a union?” He wonders, “What was the point for such a union, when both families were already so against each other to the extent of making up false tales?”

“Why look for peace when there’s no room for it to begin with?” Namjoon replies, and Seokjin nods.

“Your company’s visible shareholders seem to despise the fact that you married Y/N, and I’m sure other members of the company weren’t thrilled from hearing about her lineage.” He honestly professes, “So why would they suddenly be okay with you marrying a L/N for the sake of a union?”

“It would have to do something other than their hatred for each other….” Namjoon mumbles, squinting his eyes, “Something important enough that they would purposely need a marriage between me and Y/N.”

Seokjin hums and Jimin abruptly sputters out an answer.

“Something like a liability!”

Namjoon glances at him appalled and he hurriedly rambles before he loses the thought, “Going based off of Seokjin’s theory, Namjoon would be wedded to a L/N, someone who would have created stained connections with her own family because of the marriage and be resented by members of the Kim family.”

Jimin huffs, “Essentially she would be nothing but a liability to Namjoon’s title as the next heir…..”

Three sets of eyes stare at him in bewilderment, and Jimin sheepishly smiles from the attention. Seokjin’s pupils light up again, a spark residing within them.

“But who would benefit from all this?” He mumbles, “Who would benefit most from seeing you fail, Namjoon?”

Namjoon stares at Seokjin as silence reigns heavy in the room, no clear answer forming within his mind.

Your lids slowly flutter open.

The entire room is dark and murky, night long having fallen within a couple of hours. You had long spent hours conversing with the others about Hoseok before ultimately deciding to question him more the next day, with Namjoon coaxing you that all of you weren’t far from understanding his intent.

Yet your eyes squint through the dark, peering around the room in confusion. There’s sounds of feet shuffling against the hardwood of the floors, faint voices growing louder and louder with their shouting, some tinged with urgency while others not being able to fathom disbelief.

It doesn’t take long for you to immediately reach for Namjoon, jostling him awake. Once he’s conscious, the two of you are scrambling out of the sheets in an instant, his hand wrapping around yours as you head towards the commotion.

His backside suddenly halts, freezing in place.

You catch onto the scent right away.

It’s putrid and familiar….too familiar.

Shifting forward, horror sinks into your eyes at the source.

Hoseok’s form is slumped against the front door, eyes lulled back and red soaking the outskirts of his clothes. A trail of scarlet follows him, leading up into the torn apart room he was residing in.

***

Silence lingers uncomfortably long in the room.

It’s stifling, tension feeling heavy on your shoulders and muting your words. Slightly fumbling with your hands, your eyes flicker up for the briefest of moments.

Seokjin is against the wall, arms crossed against the blood stains that litter his torso. He stands opposite from where you and Namjoon are seated, adjacent from where Jimin leans against a table, in a similar condition as his hand balances against his cheek.

Hoseok’s corpse has been removed, but you wrenched your eyes away from the multiple gash wounds that littered his torso, the overwhelming scent of blood bringing a rise of nausea to surface from your lips.

Jimin is the first to clear his throat, peering over at you and Namjoon. “You were right, there was someone roaming outside.”

“He was silenced.” Seokjin sighs, unraveling his arms and placing his hands in his pocket. You catch the slightest hint of remorse in his features, wondering if he was too late in arriving at the incident.

Jimin shakes his head, “But why….?”

“And why make it so brutal?” Namjoon’s deep voice cuts in, making Seokjin hum with a grimace.

“This just proves that he knew something important….” You whisper.

Seokjin hums, planting an exasperated hand against his temples. Although somewhat cruel, you understand his frustration.

Hoseok was the only link in finding out who wanted Namjoon killed and sought out for your marriage, and now that he’s gone, you’ve hit a complete dead end.

There’s a soft knock against the door that results in all of your eyes hiking up. Jimin steps forward, gesturing for you to be at ease as he answers.

As the door closes, Jimin abruptly blinks, before snapping his eyes up.

“Namjoon.”

He stands up right away and Seokjin curiously leans over, “What is it?”

“It’s a picture…” He states, “A picture of the weapon assumed to be used on Hoseok….”

Seokjin suddenly leans even closer, carefully plucking it out of Jimin’s fingers. He holds the same astonished expression, eyes flickering over in Namjoon’s direction.

“I think we know who was after you, Namjoon…”

The picture is passed over to him and you sweep your irises over it too. It’s a simple picture of a knife, but it’s one that has your eyes narrowing.

“I’ve seen this knife before…” You whisper, mind scattering around for an answer. The intricate details and the curved edge seemed far too familiar, but you can’t wrap your finger on it.

Your eyes flicker, recognition suddenly dawning upon you.

“Taehyung!” You snap your fingers, recalling the time he attempted to take your life, “That’s the knife Taehyung had....”

“It’s a custom knife.” Namjoon states, his gaze steadily hardening, “Only a few were manufactured by the Kim’s.”

Your eyes threaten to fall out from their sockets. Your gaze oscillates from Namjoon to Jimin and then Seokjin, realizing they’ve already connected all the dots.

“H-How does this make sense?” You shake your head, “That would mean that someone from your family i-is trying to….”

Namjoon hums, gaze connecting with your own. There’s something unsettling brewing in his orbs, a fine line between anguish and pure rage.

“I now understand why Hoseok decided to keep quiet.” He grits, “And why we haven’t been safe here.”

***

Your footsteps are hectic, nearly sprinting through the walls. Your hands shove against your bedroom’s door, eyes falling upon your husband’s turned back right away.

The sound of a gun cocking has your eyes widening and you immediately scramble forward, hand wrapping around his shoulder.

“Namjoon.” You softly call out. His brows are still intensely furrowed and jaw tensed, his gaze focused on filling the cartilage to the handgun til it’s stuffed to the brim.

Concern drips from your stare, and you shake his shoulder again, voice firmer, “Namjoon.”

He spins around, rummaging through his bag for another gun. You huff, grasping onto him and knocking the weapon out of his hands.

You force him to look at you. “Namjoon!”

“What?!” He sharply snarls, but you are unfazed. It’s obvious to you ‒ the way his form is seething with anger, the way his hands tremble as he shoves bullets into his gun, the way there’s an inkling of pain residing within his irises, begging to release him from his torment.

You don’t say anything, simply softly shake your head in response. Namjoon lets out a scoff, a strained laugh escaping his throat.

Your arms loop around him, resting your head against his chest.

“I’m a tool, Y/N.” His shoulders crumble down, “Just a tool.”

“I know.” You whisper, noticing how his anger dissolves into anguish, his form no longer tensing underneath your hold. He raises his hands to embrace you back, breaths steadying.

With a deep sigh, he breaks away from you, an appreciative smile looping on his lips.

You return it, but a new voice draws your attention.

“You won’t accomplish anything going there like this, Namjoon.” Seokjin leans against the doorframe as Jimin draws closer behind him. You assume they must have followed after you when Namjoon suddenly left the room in a fit of anger, declaring that he was leaving to settle things once and for all with his father.

His father, who eventually decided that Namjoon wasn’t good enough to be the next heir, who wanted him to be wed to you, placing a heavy liability on his ties and waiting for him to crumble underneath the title so he could have a new heir.

But he wasn’t able to anticipate that you would turn out to be a spy, and that Namjoon would refuse to leave you, fed up with being used solely for the family business.

You sigh, keeping a gentle hand on his back.

“We need to think this through.” Seokjin reminds.

“But how?” Namjoon shakes his head, “I’ll constantly be in danger‒ all of you will be in danger.”

He glances between you and Seokjin, with the latter humming, “You’re not wrong about that, but we have to play our cards right.”

“So what‒” Namjoon jokes, “I should just wait to be killed first?”

There’s a twinkle in Seokjin’s eyes, a smile widening all the way to his cheeks.

The moon rises, casting a shadow against the isolated building’s walls.

You carefully thread through the empty hallway, pacing back and forth. A gun remains strapped to your waist, hidden underneath your clothing as your alert eyes sweep through the vicinity.

It’s a small building, one that is barely guarded and nearly hidden compared to the others. It carries two floors, one of which contains the norm of offices, only a mere handful of workers that rigorously work throughout the day, but the numbers dwell during the peak of the night, barely a hushed murmur coming across from the doors or walls.

Namjoon has informed his father that you and him will be temporarily staying in the building for safety reasons after Hoseok’s incident, and that tonight is the night that you’ll be staying in the reclusive area.

Prior to figuring out pieces of the puzzle, Seokjin had come up with the plan of making you and Namjoon come off as vulnerable, essentially luring his father into the building. Upon Namjoon’s slight persistence, he had suggested that the former confront him about the entire matter.

You had thought it was risky, too risky in fact ‒ but when Seokjin and Namjoon had abruptly shared a glance through your discussion, you knew there was more to the story than they were letting on.

Trusting them with the matter, you agreed with the notion and were assigned to guard the area under the pretense of Jimin’s suspicions. You couldn’t figure out who the woman was that Hoseok interacted with, so alongside with ensuring no one gets in, you have the task of keeping an eye out for any unwelcomed surprises.

It’s dead silent and pitch dark, the majority of the light sources cut off. Your footsteps make no sound against the soft wood, long having trained yourself to go unheard in case you were caught as a spy.

Your eyes continue to sweep around the area, looking around for movement.

You suddenly freeze.

Creak.

Head snapping up, you carefully press your ear against one of the doors in the hallway, listening in again.

Creak.

Your eyes widen.

Feet quietly gliding against the ground, you carefully peer into the room through the glass opening, noticing an open window and someone fumbling around with the walls. They seem to stumble as they do, almost seeming lost until you realize that the lack of light source makes it incredibly hard to see.

Biting your lower lip, you shuffle closer to the door, carefully waiting.

Light pours through the room.

Your pupils enlarge, mouth falling agape. A smile curve on her lips as she reaches for the door, but you’re close enough to reach out for her by the time it yanks open.

Your hand meets her shoulder.

She jolts, a gasp escaping her lips as she swivels, the light illuminating her fear-stricken features.

You innocently quirk your head to the side, brows knitting together.

“Geongmin?”

“Y-Y/N!” She stammers, swallowing hard as if she had seen a ghost.

“What are you doing here?”

Although naively surprised, there’s a cutting edge to your tone, taking advantage of her terror.

“I‒uh, my father!” She hastily says, as if nearly forgotten the answer, “H-He needed me to bring his forgotten briefcase back home.”

For the briefest of moments, you narrow your eyes.

You hum understandably, “I see….”

Granting her a small smile that she hesitantly returns, you take a clueless step back, whirling around.

You glance around, “I can offer you some help in finding it, if it’s somewhere nearby then‒”

The sound of a trigger cocking halts your steps.

Although your voice is laced with tender surprise, your expression says otherwise. “Geongmin?”

“W-Where is he?” She sputters. You casually swivel around to face her, barely flinching at the gun that is inches away from your eyes.

“Who is he?” You press forward.

“My brother!” She nearly yells, your blank expression drawing more unease from her, “Where is he?!”

A long exhale leaves your lips, “About that….”

It happens within a flash. Your fist slams into her arm, a cry slipping from her lips and the gun dropping from her hands. You swoop it up in an instant, pinning her against the wall as she’s distracted from the pain.

You tightly hold her hands within one of your hands, the other pointing the gun at the back of her head.

Your fingers curve around the trigger, “What has he promised you?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

You angle the gun so that it presses lightly against her scalp, her entire form jolting from the action.

Your voice is firm as you ask again, “What has your father promised you, Geongmin?”

Her breaths are ragged, “H-Heir! The title of h-heir!”

Tilting your head to the side, you listen to her intently, “M-My father said Namjoon was weak! That he couldn’t handle being the next heir, especially after being married to someone like you!”

Your shoulders slump down, a deep sigh leaving you. Although her declaration is vile, her words sound confusing, as if fear was taking over her mind completely.

There’s suddenly a flicker in your eyes, recognition filling you.

It’s a mere gamble, but you loosen your grip on her, taking a step back. She watches you in astonishment and you drop the gun to the ground, kicking it to the side and away from you.

The fear doesn’t leave her form in the slightest.

“Do you desire being the heir?” Your voice has become soft.

“W-What?” Your question seems to confuse her even more, her mind spinning, “What kind of question is that?!”

You pursue your lips, noticing how for someone that should desire to kill you, she doesn’t rush towards the fallen gun.

“Do you want to inherit the business?”

It’s almost like she wants to break into a fit, tell you that you’re wrong and that you’re merely some spy that’s in the way.

But the words don’t manage to leave her.

“What is it that you want to do, Geongmin?” You gently ponder.

“Why are you asking me all these questions?!” She repeats, sounding frustrated beyond belief. Streaks of tears are streaming down her eyes, her hands trembling.

A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

“Because I know obligation when I see it.”

The confusion doesn’t leave her as you step over to pick up the gun again, handing it to her.

“Here.” You merely say, looking at her puzzled gaze she sends at the weapon, “Finish the mission you were sent on.”

You stand back, right in her aim of fire. Although your expression is confident, you hope she doesn’t notice the faint tremble lodged within your hands, inches away from the gun submerged within your clothing.

Her eyes are completely blown out, still swimming with confusion. It’s not long before she points it right at you, rage consuming her features in an instant.

You stare right back at her.

The gun never fires.

It slips from her hands, crashing onto the ground as more tears pool from her eyes.

“I-I c-can’t….” She weakly mumbles, shaking her head. A low sigh of relief leaves you before you bend down, picking up the fallen gun.

Your eyes flicker, “You regret killing him….don’t you?”

She nods weakly, and a smile curls on your lips.

“I’m glad you made this choice on your own, Geongmin.”

You extend your hand towards her, granting her the chance to choose again. She stares at it for a moment, a million thoughts racing through her head.

She reaches out, clasping onto it.

Heavy footsteps pound into the room.

The door is securely locked, before he treads closer, eyes narrowing.

Namjoon sits in a large chair, his eyes focused onto the table before him. At the sound of footsteps he snaps up, a smirk curving on his lips.

“Father.” He remarks, “I’m surprised to see you here.”

His father doesn’t return his smile, simply humming in response.

“Hoseok was killed recently. You need to be more careful from now on.” He snides, standing across from him, “Especially with that pesky spy living in your quarters.”

“That is my wife you are speaking about.” Namjoon sharply interjects, voice no longer holding warmth. His father sends him a seething glare, reminding him of the time he declared he wasn’t going to get rid of you.

“How long do you expect to keep her around? She’s a L/N, for all you know she could have dug around all of our secrets and exploited the information.” He hisses, planting his hands against Namjoon’s table, “She’ll be nothing but a burden to you in the future, you’ll be mocked by her lineage and she’ll destroy your business.”

Namjoon furrows his brows, an amused smile wanting to etch onto his lips. He’s aching to spew his knowledge about how his sister was likely pressured into taking over his space as heir, her mind filled with twisted information about the two of you by the person standing directly in front of him.

But he keeps it together, intrigue swirling in his orbs instead, “Who would you think was attempting to take my life then? Y/N?”

“Of course it’s her!” His father roars, “She’s been feeding her family information about us, and now she wants to take over the business by having you killed!”

“Really?”

His father stares at him like the simple question in itself was ridiculous. “You should have listened to me before and gotten rid of her.”

“But my answer wouldn’t change.” He smiles, pressing his buttons further, “She was my wife then, and she is now. What will you do if I wish to stay married to her?”

His smile doesn’t waver. It seems to do the trick, his father’s face colouring into a shade of red at his son’s stubbornness and only serving to heighten his fear. The notion should fuel his need to get rid of Namjoon, to realize that the son sitting before him isn’t made out to be the tool that he’s always wanted.

Namjoon’s smile barely moves, even when a gun is pointed in his direction.

“Then this will be farewell.”

Two guns aim for him on either side.

In an instant, his father’s eyes widen. Namjoon continues to smile, watching Seokjin and Jimin step closer.

Rising from his seat, he clears his throat.

“I’m not a pawn, father.” He states, “I have my own wishes, and they won’t always line up with my role as heir.”

He shakes his head, “The hatred between us and the L/N’s is just two families blaming each other to cover up their own tracks, and should have ended ages ago, even before I married Y/N.”

He walks over to where his father glares at him, “Now it’s time you make a decision too.”

Namjoon raises his arm as Jimin hands him a computer and Seokjin brings a chair, planting his father down onto it. Opening the screen right in front of the man, his eyes are met with a list of endless codes, but what’s most prominent are the ones that would surely infiltrate into an extensive database.

His father’s eyes hold terror in them, “This is….”

“The company.” Namjoon finishes, pointing to the screen, “These codes are functional on many bases and can hack into anything, even something as highly secured as the company’s database.”

“You’re going to destroy everything.”

Namjoon’s eyes twinkle, “I’m going to destroy what’s left of it.”

“You’re insane.” His father snarls, “You’re going to ruin the Kim empire and throw away this goldmine for what?!”

“My freedom.” Namjoon simply replies, his dark eyes pushing the computer closer to him.

His father’s face is an angry shade of scarlet, but as metal presses further into his skull, his fingers press against the keys and allow the authorization. At the sight of the last code unlocking, Namjoon’s shoulders visibly relax, an exhale of relief leaving him.

Seokjin quickly takes it away, packing away the computer into a bag before peering at Namjoon.

They share the same thought, “We need to find Y/N.”

Namjoon hums, preparing to leave the area as fast as possible.

However, he doesn’t notice how his father’s face twitches at the mere mention of you, eyes boring daggers into his son’s skull.

Namjoon turns and it happens within a flash.

Jimin is on the ground, scarlet hands clutching onto his leg as a gun is pointed in Namjoon’s direction. Seokjin’s eyes widen in an instant, but he’s too late when multiple bullets are fired, all lodging into Namjoon’s chest.

There’s no way to describe the terror that strikes you.

Tears unconsciously roll down your features, a hard knot constricting around your throat. You can only watch in horror as a staggering Jimin and Seokjin huff, dragging Namjoon’s limp form onto a bed.

Streams of red are dripping down his black suit, three pieces of metal embedded within his chest. Your trembling hands come closer, noticing that he was luckily still breathing.

“His lungs haven’t been damaged.” Jimin doesn’t hesitate to speak as you peer up at him, “We’re going to need to take the bullets out.”

Seokjin quickly filters around the room, searching for supplies as Jimin leans against the bed. You notice the trail of blood beneath his legs, eyes widening.

“Jimin, you’re‒”

He simply shakes his head, gesturing towards Namjoon first. You hesitantly nod, taking a couple of steps back as Seokjin returns.

A shaky exhale leaves your lips when Seokjin opens up Namjoon’s shirt, your quivering hands coming up to cover your mouth as you spin away from the sight.

“Y/N…” Jimin’s gentle voice beckons, but you can’t seem to look behind you. “Y/N, why don’t you wait outside?”

Although concern is flooding through every fiber of your form, you solemnly nod without hesitation.

Exiting the room at once, you attempt to calm yourself down, eyes flickering up to see Geongmin staring at you with a troubled gaze.

She sits with you throughout the silence, your mind completely numbing from the recent events.

***

Over the course of the next few days, you are dangling between concern and worry.

You’ve been residing within the Kim household in the duration and haven’t spoken to yet even seen Namjoon during that time. Although relieved that his wounds weren’t fatal, you were told that he was still unconscious and that healing from them would take considerable time.

In the meanwhile, Seokjin and Jimin had informed you that the person responsible for his state was his father. After getting rid of the remains from the company, something Namjoon had always planned to do, his father had shot Jimin and intended to kill Namjoon.

In response, Seokjin was forced to take immediate action.

You took in the news with a bitter taste in your mouth, but were glad to see Jimin slowly recover from the incident.

Upon returning and being in the household that you and Namjoon had eventually abandoned, you were confronted with the presence of his mother. At first, you were unsure of what to say, not comprehending if she knew about the prior incidents, or if like Namjoon’s father, she held a deep scorn for the two of you.

However to your surprise, she hadn’t seemed taken aback, instead appearing fatigued, dark circles beginning to round her eyes and creases maring her forehead. It made you think back to the first time you had met the women, her elegance and straightforwardness towards you always catching you off guard.

She had asked you about how Namjoon was doing and you had given a simple direct response, but there was a sad smile on her lips, one that had made your chest tighten.

“I don’t hate you, Y/N. If that’s what you’re thinking.” At your perplexment, she continued, “I think it was for the best to let go of the company...at least now we can move on from holding up this Empire with our lives.”

She faintly chuckled as you remained next to her, silently listening.

A sigh leaves her, “I’m in pain not because of my husband’s death, but because I let it get to this point. To the point where I would have lost my entire family for a mere business.”

She softly shook her head, “I’m tired, Y/N. I’m very tired of all this.”

Her words had echoed in your mind. She hadn’t spoken to you after that, but Geongmin had soon informed you that she had never seen her mother express so much remorse before.

With the entire Kim Empire now gone, they were simply just a broken family left behind.

The breeze blows against your hair, the flowers underneath your toes brushing against your skin.

Night has fallen and for a considerable amount of tossing and turning, sleep hasn't welcomed you throughout the evening. You ultimately decided it would be best to get some fresh air, desperately needing to relieve some of the restlessness you were facing.

The pale moonlight shines down on the bed of flowers, the wind whisking past you more crisp during the night. A warm smile tugs on the corner of your lips as you kneel down, gently touching the array of white, lilac purple and petal pink flowers beneath your feet.

Running your fingers through the stems your hand halts, circling around a certain white flower. You pursue your lips, reaching out and cautiously wrapping your fingers around the base, squeezing it tightly for a moment.

“I don’t think my mother will be fond of the idea that you stole one of her flowers.”

You nearly jolt, breath hitching at the sudden voice behind you. That’s when your eyes enlarge, grip loosening immediately.

Swiveling around, the astonishment doesn’t leave your form as you rise up onto your feet.

Namjoon stands before you, leaning against a wall with a hand pressed against his chest. He sheepishly smiles when your eyes connect, briefly glancing at the ground for a moment before looking up.

“You know, these flowers have a history of blooming in the seasons of‒oof!”

He doesn’t get a chance to enlighten you about his knowledge of the plants, your form crashing right against his as you wrap your arms around him. Namjoon lightly chuckles, pushing your strands back and slowly circling his arm around you. Your grip on him only tightens, a fact that he’s quick to remind you of.

“Y/N.” He strains.

You suddenly realize your husband had recently suffered having multiple bullets penetrate through his chest cavity. Immediately stepping back, a string of apologies tumble from your lips.

“I-I’m so sorry!” He grimaces while holding onto the wounds, but still continues to smile at you. Your eyes are drawn to the thick strips of cloth wrapped around the area, tucked underneath the button-down shirt he had clumsily through on around his shoulders.

Your eyes suddenly narrow, “If I didn’t know any better, it would seem that you’re still healing‒…”

Namjoon sheepishly smiles and your eyes widen. Before you can say anything, Namjoon steps forward and places a finger against his lips.

“You need to go back.” You hurriedly coax, voice dropping down into a whisper. Namjoon continues to smile, not moving the slightest.

You press your hands against him, slowly pushing him, “Namjoon, you need rest and‒”

“I know.” He whispers, grasping onto your hands right away. “I came here to see you.”

“You were worried...weren’t you?” You flush underneath his gaze, averting your eyes. His smile widens for a brief second, before it drops down and he leans closer to you.

“Y/N.”

You look up, eyes connecting with his. You’re taken aback with the stern appearance they take on, narrowing with intent.

When he speaks, they’re of mere facts, “I’m conscious again, and I’m able to walk…..”

You hum, not quite understanding what he was intending to say to you. “The company...I’m sure Seokjin and Jimin told you what I did.”

“You destroyed it.” You state and he nods, “It’s gone now and the Kim’s don’t have any means of continuing on with their busine‒”

Life flickers into your eyes and at the sight of recognition in your eyes, Namjoon solemnly smiles.

“You want to leave….” You whisper and he hums.

“It’s been on my mind ever since, I wanted to ask you in a better manner but given the circumstance…” He glances down at his injury.

“The moment I woke up, I needed to talk to you about it.”

“I see….” You mutter, staring down at the ground. Namjoon continues to gaze at you, concern in his eyes.

At your silence, he ponders, “What are you thinking?”

“I don’t know, truthfully.” You whisper, “It sounds….wonderful, incredible actually‒ but….” You stare at him, “Can we do that...? Have a fresh new start?”

For some reason, you almost want to laugh, “Are people like us even allowed to have something like that?”

“Maybe not.” Namjoon truthfully says, and you peer up, taken aback from the grim in his voice, “But I don’t see any harm in trying.”

You silently stare at him.

You’re not a spy anymore ‒ and Namjoon is no longer the heir.

You’re finally free, no longer someone else's tools to use. You can be whoever and decide to do whatever you want, no family history dictating it for you anymore.

The carefree thought brings a smile to your lips, and when you look up to see Namjoon softly smiling, you wonder if he’s pieced it together too.

Without hesitation, you take Namjoon’s hand.

Epilogue

The sun brightly shines in between the clouds, spreading across the expansive field.

It reaches your skin as you bend down, a small basket in your hand as you rummage around for the potatoes you recall planting somewhere.

There’s a faint rustle from behind you and you blink for a moment, turning around with narrowed eyes. You hear it again, but this time you can see two small legs running towards you.

A tender smile spread across your features.

The rustling abruptly cuts off, the sound of loud thud replacing it and low cries begin to echo out instead.

You rush forward, the basket in your hands long abandoned.

“Seokmin!”

The young boy continues to cry, large tears leaving his wide eyes until you bend down, scooping him up into your arms. His cries subside a little by the action and you muse at his clumsiness, acknowledging that it was a particular trait he surely hadn’t gotten from you.

Namjoon emerges seconds later, planting his hands against his knees as deeply heaves.

“I’m sorry, he was excited to see you and‒” He pants, drawing closer to see Seokmin tucked away in your embrace with dried streaks down his cheeks. “Is he alright?”

You nod, attempting to brush away the hair from the boy’s eyes. Namjoon reaches out and you hand him over, bending down to retrieve your basket.

You look up to see Namjoon playfully poking one of his cheeks, your son squirming around his arms as small giggles leaves him.

The display has a smile curving on your lips.

There was a time when you dreamed about being happy, to live a life on your terms without being at someone’s beck and call, every decision being fueled by your own conscious thought rather than programmed and ingrained obligation.

However, that’s all it ever was ‒ a dream, a mere fantasy tucked away in the corners of your mind that you had long forgotten about. Yet somehow in some way, you and Namjoon managed to fulfill it.

It didn’t come to you all at once, a normal life being far from the reality you were uncomfortably close to. That type of life was something that never quite suited the two of you and as a result, you had your fair share of struggles.

You can still remember the nights you had spent with vicious nightmares, old memories plaguing you and not letting you forget that you still had marks littering your body, your own two hands long having been tainted. It would make you question if you even deserved any of this, deserved to actually be content with what you have.

You would like to say that the adjusting process was easier for Namjoon, but there were a handful of times where he would wake up in a cold sweat, his whole form quivering next to you. It was those days you truly learned about Namjoon’s past for the first time, of the things he did or more so, was forced to do.

You started to wholeheartedly believe it, that this ‘life’ you wanted to build together could never be possible and that a part of you will always unconsciously remember times you wanted to forget.

That was until your son was born.

At first, it was a whirlwind. You hadn’t expected to get pregnant so soon and you weren’t sure of how Namjoon would react to the sudden news. Fortunately he was ecstatic once you told him and it granted you some sense of reassurance, but you could clearly see it within his warm eyes and you know he could see it reflected in yours.

Was it even possible for people like the two of you to bring another life into the world?

You had attempted to push that thought away as far as you could during the process and luckily when Seokmin was born, something had changed within you.

“Y/N?”

You blink, noticing Namjoon was staring at you with concern. Seokmin is looking over as well, appearing much better compared to when you found him.

You shake your head with a soft smile. Leaning down, you redirect your gaze towards your son.

It still astonishes you that aside from the eyes and the hair, he appears to be an exact replica of his father, “Are you feeling okay?”

Your son nods, a spark lighting in his eyes.

“Mom!” He excitedly says, “Dad said‒ Dad said you were a spy!”

You stare at Namjoon wide-eyed, who looks at his son with the same expression.

A low chuckle leaves you, “Um, he did…?”

Namjoon puts Seokmin on the ground and gestures for him to continue playing, turning around to you.

“Namjoon, we said we would wait.” You whisper.

“I know‒” He squeezes his eyes shut, “It was just a slip of the tongue.”

You stare at him for a moment, before letting out a sigh, “It’s alright...he’ll have to find out someday.”

“Are you referring to the time we’ll give him the chance to choose his own last name?”

Namjoon gazes at you amused and you share a smile with him.

“You know, Seokjin and Jimin have been wanting to see him.” He reminds you, “They still can’t believe we named our son after them.”

“Seokmin is a nice name.” Namjoon raises a brow like he doesn’t believe you and you laugh at his expression, “We should visit sometime soon, especially because….”

You lean closer to him and Namjoon can only stare in confusion when you whisper in his ear. Immediately, he jolts back from you, staring at you in astonishment.

“R-Really? Are you being serious?” You nod with a smile and Namjoon is brimming with ecstasy, “Y/N, that’s amazing!”

You point a finger towards him, “But I want to name this one.”

Namjoon chuckles, pulling you into his embrace, “Of course.”

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sukirichi’s 2.4k milestone event

weee another milestone and nooo i couldn’t wait for 2.5k because i’m so excited and happy, thank you so much! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ including HAIKYUU this time around yeeeee! also i don’t have a restaurant aesthetic anymore, just kind of goofing around now! REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

before you request...

please read about my writings first! it will include the stuff i write and don’t write about. i’m more flexible in nsfw works, so if you really want to try for a kink, just send me in and if the idea is up to my liking, we’ll see how it goes!

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no requesting of the same idea to other writers please!

please keep in mind i don’t do too much canon-heavy plots, aka really specific canon events and how they lead up to one another. i don’t read the manga for both jjk and haikyuu ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ

I do not do headcanons anymore. I’m not good at them LMAO.

i feel a lot more laid back in my writings now, so i’ll only be taking requests that i want to write for! the accepted requests will be listed down below as i organize them

you may refer to my first milestone event if you want more ideas for AU requests! you no longer need to include the numbers/spices/ingredients format used in that. just send whatever idea you want ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU. whichever idea i love the MOST will be turned into a series just because I want to try new things hehe!

— characters i can write anything for (nsfw & sfw)

: gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, choso, ryoumen sukuna, nanami kento

: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, miya twins, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, ushijima wakatoshi, bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, tetsuro kuroo

— characters i can only write sfw for

: itadori yuuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuuta

: kenma kozume

— characters i’m MOST eager to write simp for

: fushiguro megumi, choso, naoya zenin, ryoumen sukuna, gojo satoru

: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji

accepted requests: (only accepting the ones that interest me for now!)

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RYOUMEN SUKUNA: hello love!! i know it LITERALLY just came out but would you consider a pt 2 or a drabble for sweet lies? where megumi either catches her and sukuna or she genuinely starts moving on uasdfghj i'm convinced that megumi heard her fucking sukuna in the bathroom <3 anyways pls feel free to ignore me too

RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Ma’am , i beg of u ,,, spare husband! sukuna x wife! reader drabble. I just read your arranged marriage AU and lordddd i’m obsessed. How long did it take for him to take her virginity 😳? i’m so curious as to how that went down read here: black magic [02]

⭐⭐ RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Yooooo how about Rockstar Sukuna seducing his manager ehehehehe~

⭐ RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Ok but... pirate captain Sukuna 👀👀👀 I’m havin some Thots ngl 🥵🤤 I can’t decide whether reader should be the first mate and they’re a kickass Power Couple 💪😎or if she should be a stowaway who gets found out and has to pay for her passage with her body 😩😉

OKKOTSU YUTA: We both be weak for yuuta and toge😩 congrats 2.4k btw. so i'll request that for the event! poly!yuuta and toge. i see that you only write sfw for them so fluff. u can think of anything you want for it..and yes we simp for both of them i love them sm🤧

⭐ OKKOTSU YUTA: Hi saw that your request are open and congrats for the 2.4k !! 🎊 if possible can i please request yuuta having a girlfriend that's his childhood friend? (So like instead of rika it's y/n and she doesn't die) that loves to dote on him cause that boy needs some love. Thank you!! <3 | kiss me more

⭐ OKKOTSU YUTA: Hi can i request a scenario in which inumaki and okkotsu gets hit with a curse(?) That makes them a clone but the clone is a kid and seeing their gf taking care of the baby please thank youuu

INUMAKI TOGE: Toge's S/O being so sad that even when he says "smile" it doesn't work( also saw that in TikTok)

⭐ INUMAKI TOGE: Hi can i request a scenario in which inumaki and okkotsu gets hit with a curse(?) That makes them a clone but the clone is a kid and seeing their gf taking care of the baby please thank youuu

INUMAKI TOGE: We both be weak for yuuta and toge😩 congrats 2.4k btw. so i'll request that for the event! poly!yuuta and toge. i see that you only write sfw for them so fluff. u can think of anything you want for it..and yes we simp for both of them i love them sm🤧

⭐ INUMAKI TOGE: Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!�� For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta's sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please🥺Maybe they meet one day when she went to visit the school? Or she's a new sorcerer. Aahhhh I can't think of anything so I'll leave it up to your wonderful mind😌 Thank you! And again congrats! | crush

INUMAKI TOGE: SUKI OMG SIREN AU WITH TOGE AND DEAF READERHis voice hypnotizes all who hear it but she’s unaffected and he’s shook lmao 😂 She teaches him human sign language so they can communicate 🥺 maybe when he realizes he likes her he brings her seashells and other shiny things from the sea floor and it’s so cute 🥰 just 🥺🥺 siren Toge 🥺🥺🥺 (DEBATING)

GOJO SATORU: Hello dear Suki! 🤗 congrats on your more than deserved milestone 👏🏼🥳 I know it’s not the restaurant aesthetic anymore but still, thank you for being a Michelin-star chef spoiling the fandom with your food 🤤👀 I’d love to request the following: ingredient 66 with sugar 8 & 9 and Gojou as cherry on top 🥰 some heavy angst with a happy / smutty ending. additional 🍪 for inspiration - „Best friends don’t look at each other the way you look at her. You never know what will happen, tomorrow might be too late“. Have a lovely day dear 💕

GOJO SATORU: Congrats on 2.4K!!!! May I please request a fic where the reader has like. Zero reaction to Gojo? And he’s kinda shook bc people either adore him or hate him, but here’s reader acting like he’s just a normal dude. And he starts falling for her bc he’s never experienced that before

⭐ GOJO SATORU: a reader that likes Gojo but immediately says N O P E bc they clock that he’s at risk of breaking their heart so they just try to avoid getting close to him despite being a teacher stuck with him a lot of the time. And Gojo is just like ??? But I like you??? Why are you always avoiding me? “I’m tired of you acting like I can’t commit to something. Committing to you is easy.”

⭐ GOJO SATORU: ♡Soft nsfw scenario with s/o and gojo while outside is snowing read here: cold

⭐ GOJO SATORU: Ohoho~ another milestone! Congrats~Can I get Vampire!Satoru x Monster Hunter!Reader where he “proves” to her that all of his victims came willingly(I think from the AU choice you’ll know exactly who I am lol 😉)

⭐ GOJO SATORU: hello! first and foremost, congratulations on reaching 2.4k! i love your writing and its just oh my goodness <3 your stories made my heart squeezed! second of all, i'd like to propose a request for a story. fluff/angst (up to you! your way of writing is just superb) mixed with nsfw gojo satoru. a modern business tycoon au where he just lost his wife and is overprotective of his 1 year old toddler. you're his new staff in the office and is treated badly bcs you know, new staff. one day, you stumbled upon your boss and his baby in a shop, who wont stop crying and he took an interest in you when you managed to calm his kid down. he hired you as his babysitter + made you move into his estate. from there, your life changed! also, thank you for accompanying my days with your stories, it's marvelous! 💕

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: okay i thought you might like this idea for the event (or maybe not lol) - naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man's gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ | good girl

NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: Stage magician Naoya and his cute little assistant, where every other trick works to undress or strategically rip her outfit so he can show off his little bunny to the crowd before fucking her brainless backstage

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: listen ,,,,, ur naoya hate fic goes crazy stupid may i add something. naoya being overprotective like reader is so pretty and many of the clan men look at them a lottttt and naoya out of nowhere will kiss you in front of them or will grab them in front the maids and workers. then reader becomes mad and they get into an argument and then hate fuck :D lmaoo (THIS REQUEST PLEASEEEE SEND ME TO HEAVEN) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: Omg Suki! Congrats on the 2.4k! So uhmm I decided to take a break from the Kita/Naoya twin au angst 👉👈 idk if you are still accepting requests but HAS ANYONE EVER MENTIONED OR HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED SUGAR DADDY NAOYA????? 🥺 -🌸

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: Megumi being insecure about his eyes because they are a very light green colour( like in manga) so he wears blue contacts( I saw that on TikTok and... big brain energy)

⭐ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: SUKI, HI! First of all, congrats on 2.4K you absolutely deserve every single milestone coming your way 💞💞If it’s not too much to ask may I request a one-shot with megumi where he’s jealous that his fem!crush is spending more time with Itadori and sees how she enjoys his company a lot but it’s purely platonic? Reader likes megumi too and they both need that push in the right direction?Thanks so much if you decide to write this 🥺💖 I seriously love your writing and your big brain sm

CHOSO: Could you write something with Choso and the reader that has a toxic mother (if that actually exists. She controls everything the reader does, and plays with her mind/ feelings making her feel like she's the bad one)?But after a fight with the mom, the reader has enough and just leaves deciding they will finally do what they want, ending up at a tattoo shop, where Choso is the tattoo artist.Ngl, i'd like this to be nsfw because i am thirsting for this man ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)Don't really have kink preferences but if you could include size and breeding kink then i'd be hella thankful ☺

GETOU SUGURU: Yo how about a Victorian AU with Gentleman Thief!Getou and Debutante!Reader nsfw 👀👀 maybe she hears something in the dark and goes to investigate and gets pressed to the wall with a knife at her throat 👀🥵

FUSHIGURO TOJI: can we get a part two of the "lessons learned" toji fic 👉🏽👈🏽 maybe him fucking and overstimulating her so hard she cries and begs for mercy but no mercy will be given. maybe he uses the same handcuffs she used for him on her 🥰 maybe some manhandling cause im a hoe for letting a man throw me around

⭐ KAGEYAMA TOBIO (fckin finally): kageyama tobio x reader fic for mutual virginity loss? maybe they just haven’t had time with him being a fancy schmancy volleyball player, maybe there’s just nerves, i don’t know! i’ll leave it up to u babe <3

⭐ SUNA RINTARO: hi!! congrats on the 2.4k HEHE just wanted to request a suna and tattoo/flower shop au? idk just the thought of tattooed suna is like. mm yes

⭐ SUNA RINTARO/AKAASHI KEIJI: hi suki!! i’m so excited for your event! so i rarely ever see someone else who loves both akaashi and suna so i was wondering if you could write something for them! maybe apocalypse au?? or roommate au?? i was thinking y/n could have a relationship/be fuck buddies with one of them and some smutty exhibitionism happens with the other watching, and then some pining that ends in a threesome if you write those! if not, then just a smutty n filthy little love triangle that you can choose an ending for lol (a happy one would be nice bc my heart can only handle so much angst, but really it’s up to you and what inspires you!!) tysm for doing this event and always working so hard <3

⭐ OIKAWA TOORU: hi i love your writing!! can i please request work au (boss oikawa x secretary fem reader?) with degradation and him fucking your in the window 😭💗💗

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu #gojo satoru #fushiguro megumi #ryoumen sukuna #uhh im lazy #to tag #THANK YOU FOR THE MILESTONE <3 #sukirichi #suki: 2.4k milestone event

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