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genshin-impact-writings · 2 years ago

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omg I was thinking a LOT about a certain scenario and your event was like a blessing.

I was wondering if you could write Royalty AU with Alhaitam as a royal advisor and reader as the monarch?

You can include but you don't have to: forbidden love + the quote "I love you. You don't have to say it back. I just wanted you to know."

Hope I gave you something fun to work with!

Anon, this was the perfect combination of prompts, thank you so much for sending this in! <3 I really had so much fun working on this one! This is my first time writing for Alhaitham though, so I hope he's not too ooc. Have fun reading and stay safe, dear anon. :)

Prompts: royalty AU + forbidden love + “I love you. You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know.” (1k followers event: Alternate Universes)

Only you and you alone – Alhaitham x gn!reader (royalty AU)

“The royal family of Inazuma sends their regards. They greatly appreciate your invitation but have to inform you that they cannot attend the festivities this year.” Alhaitham’s voice is calm as ever but over the years, you have come to know him well enough to notice that he’s not happy about their rejection. He has worked hard to finally put an end to the ongoing dispute between Inazuma and Sumeru that started long before you inherited the throne from your parents – and he’s rightfully upset about them still holding onto their grudge.

“That’s unfortunate,” you say. Though there’s only the two of you in the conference room, you’re carefully choosing your words. As the ruler of this kingdom, you cannot afford letting your emotions get the better of you, as it would be highly inappropriate to lose your temper. “I was hoping they’d recognize the opportunity to conclude peace between our kingdoms.”

“They should be honored that you even considered inviting them to the Sabzeruz Festival.”

You sigh. There’s no point in denying that your trusted advisor has a point there. The Sabzeruz Festival is one of Sumeru’s most important celebrations, commemorating the birth of Lesser Lord Kusanali, your nation’s beloved goddess. Getting the opportunity to partake in this celebration is an honor, indeed. Unfortunately, the Inazumans seem to think otherwise. Or perhaps they’re just trying to get under your skin by declining your invitation.

“It is what it is and we have to accept their decision,” you eventually reply and pinch the bridge of your nose. It’s been a long day, filled with conversations and meetings and tiring smalltalk, and you’re exhausted. A part of you wants to excuse yourself to lie down and get some rest. But these meetings with Alhaitham are important, not only because he’s your advisor but also because you genuinely enjoy being around him. You’re both always so busy that these meetings are almost the only opportunity to spend time with each other. And you know that it’s probably selfish and highly inappropriate – but you still find yourself craving his company when he’s not around. He’s your safe haven, your lighthouse in the stormy sea of politics. Without him, you’d be lost.

“Is everything alright?” Alhaitham’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, tone a lot softer than usual. It almost sounds as if he’s worried about you. “We can adjourn this conversation to another day if you wish” he adds when you don’t reply, “there’s not much we can do about these political issues anyways. Not now, at least.”

You’re not ready to say Goodbye to him yet, so you politely decline and reassure him that you’re fine, ignoring the quiet voice in the back of your head that’s telling you to get some rest.

Alhaitham tucks two fingers beneath your chin and gently turns your head, so that he can examine your face. “You look tired,” he says but you’re too distracted by the warmth of his touch and the unusually gentle expression in his eyes to reply anything. It’s good that it’s so late – if someone came in now and saw the two of you like this… you don’t even have the guts to even imagine the outrage that would follow. Because even though Alhaitham’s a member of the royal court, he’s still not of noble blood – and you know that there are people out there who’d jump at any chance to get rid of him and take his position as your advisor.

You have to protect him from them.

You give yourself exactly five more seconds before you pull away from his touch and straighten your back. “I’m alright,” you assure him. “Please don’t worry about me.”

“I’m your advisor, it is my job to worry about you.”

“That’s not entirely correct. Your job is to worry about politics and these stubborn Inazumans and help me figure out what to do with them.”

Alhaitham chuckles. “Well, my advice won’t be any useful if you pass out from exhaustion, no?”

You join in his laughter. Others surely would claim he’s overstepping his authority by saying things like this but to you, it’s comforting to know that he’s looking after you. “Alright, you might have a point there.”

“I know.” His gaze softens. “Leave it to me to figure out a way to solve the dispute between Sumeru and Inazuma and get some rest. You deserve it.”

You’re tempted to ask him to escort you to your room, just to get a few more minutes with him. Instead, you push your chair back and give him a brief nod. “Thank you. Good night, Alhaitham.”

He watches as you make your way to the door. Only when it has closed behind you does he reply, “Good night… (Y/N).”

* * * *

It’s the first day of the Sabzeruz Festival, and you swear, your kingdom has never looked more beautiful. The streets are decorated with beautiful flower arrangements and lights, and the streets are filled with people, conversations and laughter. The smell of delicious food lingers in the air, tempting and full of promises. Everyone looks like they’re enjoying yourself, and that alone is enough to make you happy. You have always cared about your people, sometimes even a little too much, but to you, that is what makes a good monarch. These people are the backbone of your kingdom, and it is your sacred duty to take care of them.

The other thing that puts you into such a good mood is the fact that Alhaitham is by your side as you roam the streets of the capital. He has linked his arm with yours to make sure you don’t get lost in the crowd, and you have a hard time stopping yourself from smiling like an idiot.

You’re aware that you don’t exactly need the royal advisor to accompany you to a festival but he’s much better company than some of the other members of the court. And he gets bonus points for not forcing a conversation on you when you just want to take all the different impressions in. (He also gets bonus points for being so damn handsome but you’d rather bite your tongue off than admit that.)

“It’s such a shame that Inazuma decided to miss out on this,” you say when you pass a booth that sells different kinds of sculptures and works of art. On first glance, you can spot colorfully painted candle holders and plates as well as portraits carved out of wood, showing Lesser Lord Kusanali and various creatures from your kingdom’s folklore. There’s also a portrait of yourself and one of your parents, the late royal couple.

The shop owner bows when he notices you examining his goods, and you smile at him and tell him that his works are stunning before you continue your way to the Grand Bazaar, the beating heart of the capital. It’s a beautiful place, lively and artistic, and by far your favorite spot during the Sabzeruz Festival.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Alhaitham asks. You beam at him. “Very much.”

He nods, not quite able to hide the smile that plays around the corners of his mouth. But then again, there’s probably no point in denying that it makes him happy to see you like this. You act like someone has taken a massive weight off your shoulders. It’s good that you finally get some time away from politics and responsibilities, not only because he knows how much you worry about the conflict with Inazuma, but also because he just adores this carefree and upbeat side of you. You’re like a comforting ray of sunshine in an otherwise clouded sky.

Alhaitham is not an idiot – he’s well aware that he’s head over heels in love with you. Others might be convinced that he’s not capable of genuine love, but they don’t know him. They don’t know that he has learned to carefully lock up his true feelings during the years he spent at court where every single word, every single emotion can be used against him. If someone knew how much you truly mean to him, he could lose everything.

And yet, just for a couple of seconds, he allows himself to admire you, to indulge in the breathtaking beauty of your smile and the way you’re still holding onto his arm, although the Grand Bazaar is much less crowded than the streets and you could let go if you wanted to. But you’re not letting go, and that alone is enough to make him wish that this moment could last forever.

But of course, it doesn’t.

* * * *

“Please excuse my really poor choice of words but I have never heard so much bullshit in my entire life,” you say as soon as the door has shut behind you. Only Lesser Lord Kusanali knows how you have managed to keep calm in this farce of a meeting with the envoys Inazuma has sent to your kingdom a couple of days ago.

Next to you, Alhaitham chuckles. “I honestly was thinking the same thing.”

“It just doesn’t make any sense. Queen Ei might be stubborn and abides by her beliefs and her beliefs only but this isn’t like her. I wonder if there’s something about this dispute my parents haven’t told me.”

“Maybe. Do you want me to conduct investigations? I could get the Matras involved, too.”

You stop him with a wave of your hand. “Later, perhaps. Right now, we should focus on clearing our heads and take a break from politics. Care to join me for a walk through the gardens?”

“My pleasure, Your Highness.”

At this time of the day, the gardens are mostly empty, and so there’s no one to stop you from brushing your hand against Alhaitham’s as you wander around, passing beautifully arranged flower beds that are filled with Padisarahs and Sumeru roses. Neither of you speaks a word, you just enjoy each other’s company and the warmth of the setting sun on your skin. Your hands are touching again, and before you even know what is happening, Alhaitham has intertwined his fingers with yours. He’s still looking straight ahead, acting as if nothing happened, but you stop in your tracks and stare down at your hands. (You’re pretty sure you’re dreaming. Perhaps you fell asleep in that dreadful meeting?)

“Is this not what you wanted?” Alhaitham asks, and albeit his voice being smooth like butter, the insecurity in his words is obvious – at least to you. “I’m just… surprised,” you say. I never assumed you liked me too, you want to add but you don’t. There’s always the possibility that you’re just imagining things. That, and you have sworn to protect him from those who are after his position.

“I know this is not exactly appropriate,” Alhaitham says, letting go of your hand, “and I apologize if I misinterpreted anything. I just-“

“No,” you interrupt him, although you know you probably shouldn’t tell him the truth for the sake of protecting him. But you don’t want to lie to him. Not anymore. “I want this,” you add and reach out for his hand again, “I’m well aware that we could get into serious trouble for this but… all I can think about is how much I want to be with you.”

You pause and take a deep breath. “Alhaitham, what I’m trying to say is: I love you. I have loved you for so long now, andI know I shouldn’t tell you but…” When he doesn’t reply, you begin to panic. “You – you don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know.”

“Oh darling. Why on earth wouldn’t I say it back?” The tender, loving tone of his voice is enough to make your knees wobbly, and you fear you’re going to melt on the spot when he steps closer to you and leans in, so that your lips are almost touching. His next words are meant for your ears and your ears only. “I always thought it wasn’t in the cards for me to fall in love with someone. Yet, here I am, so deeply and genuinely in love with you that I can barely put it into words.”

“Show me, then,” you whisper.

It’s like he has only waited for your permission because in the blink of an eye, his lips are on yours, and he’s kissing you. He takes his sweet time, moving his free hand to the nape of your neck to pull you closer while you wrap an arm around his shoulders. It’s everything you ever wanted. And in that moment, you’re convinced that something that feels so good cannot possibly be wrong.

When Alhaitham pulls away, he gently rests his forehead against yours. “I would break all rules to be with you,” he says. You let out a shaky laugh. “I’d prefer if you didn’t. There must be another way for us to be together. Perhaps we can-“

Alhaitham silences you with another kiss. “Shh. We can talk about this tomorrow.”

You smile. “Okay.”

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it please consider reblogging, liking and/or leaving some feedback. I'd really appreciate the support!

Taglist: @kaeyas-beloved @caesars-bubbles @the-gayest-sky-kid @ajaxstar

#alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagine #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #royalty au

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yunverse · 3 years ago

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REALITY CHECK❕️ ── lee heeseung

banner credits to the talented @maiverie

✸ ── "holy shit? I must be dreaming because when did such fine men exist in real life"

PAIRING › non-idol! heeseung x fem! reader

SYNOPSIS › Shocked by the sudden revelations, yn realizes that she has been pulled into another world belonging to her favourite reverse-harem novel as the female lead’s best friend. Content with her new life, she excitedly watches from the sidelines knowing every single encounter in the novel would be unravelling right in front of her. However, as time goes on, she slowly comes to the horrifying realization that the characters she seemingly idolized are not who they seem to be.

GENRE › social media au, isekai-type au, high school au, fluff, angst, stranger to lovers (ish), crack

WARNINGS › profanity, mentions of school violence, ignore timestamps, I'm not that funny I'm sorry (more to be added in specific chapters)

AUTHOR'S NOTE › hello hi! this is my first smau on this account! Please note that this is a work of fiction and is in no way affiliated with heeseung or the other enhypen members.

STATUS › ongoing (TAGLIST OPEN)

── PROLOGUE

�� PROFILES

[ 1 ] — LOVE OPERATION CREW!

[ 2 ] — PLOT ARMOUR FAVS

✰ CHAPTERS

ONE — DEATH COUNTDOWN

TWO — CHILLAX BITCH BOY

THREE — DETECTIVE ERA

FOUR — YOU'LL BE THE DEATH OF ME

FIVE — ROYALLY FUCKED UP

SIX — HMM HOW ODD

SEVEN — NO BIG DEAL

EIGHT — MATCHMAKING ANGEL

NINE — TRIGGERING VIOLENCE

TEN — ON MY MIND

ELEVEN — WE HAD A DEAL

TWELVE — GOODNIGHT YN

THIRTEEN — WAIT, THIS IS KINDA WEIRD

FOURTEEN — DO ME A FAVOUR

FIFTEEN — HAG HUMOR

SIXTEEN — IT'S PLATONIC!

SEVENTEEN — VALENTINE’S DAY

EIGHTEEN — LOL YUI FLOP

NINETEEN — A LOT TO UNPACK

TWENTY — GENIUS SUNOO

TWENTY ONE — HEESEUNG = FUN GUY!

TWENTY TWO — YN WAKE UP

TWENTY THREE — TAKE THIS DOWN

TWENTY FOUR — SO SELFISH

TWENTY FIVE — CHOCOLATE CRAYONS

TWENTY SIX — WHO EVEN ARE YOU?

TWENTY SEVEN — MANIPULATION = KEY TO SUCCESS

TWENTY EIGHT — YOU'RE A MONSTER

TWENTY NINE — DELULU MAN

THIRTY — REVEAL

THIRTY ONE — THE NOTEBOOK

THIRTY TWO —

+ more to come

TAGLIST

@msxflower @dearhee @95fxcks @ahnneyong @enhasolace @navsnct @hyukabean @chocolate-peachcandy @seungkwan-s @cyuuupid @jeno-smilez @exatse @articxari @sbnchaos @jangwonie @paragonofroyalty @dreamenvi @flower-lise @jaylaxies @igotkpoops @user103843 @kyeongvbs @mavlogist @tsukilluminatednights @i-yeseo @gloomysunny @m00nylup1n @harperwasstaken1 @ckline35 @uwudaizy @faiirybread @luvdokja @bigtoewinwin @2bbang-hoon @chimajeyn @junnniiieee07 @stopeatread @lublycho @skyvwonie @captivq @nyfwyeonjun @ctrlemis @mybabywearschanel @tsubasshi @haerinism @iamminnie @iichaeyj @solxrssun @maybee-may @kimmchijjajang

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rggie · 3 years ago

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light me up! 🌟

ongoing, sporadic updates

pairing: kalim al asim × gn!reader [ idol!au smau ]

synopsis: you and neige under the group name SNOW reign supreme in the idol world. what happens when kalim, a newly-debuted rookie, knocks you off your high horse—and to make things worse—becomes infatuated with you?

genre: one-sided haters to lovers (you’re the hater. he is oblivious. sorry kalim. does this count as the grumpy/sunshine trope?), sfw, crack, fluff, angst

cw: cursing, hatemail

notes: this my first smau so i’m just testing waters,, please ignore timestamps and dates! formatting is ib ilkuni and the header is ib blackpink! likes and rbs are appreciated!

key: ✎ signifies a written chapter, so not textposts

character accs › night ravens & royal sword

i. album one

⭒ [ 01 ] new gen it boy

⭒ [ 02 ] you didn’t hear this from me, but

⭒ [ 03 ] never beating the bullying allegations

⭒ [ 04 ] apologise. APOLOGISE!

⭒ [ 05 ] can we be friends?

⭒ [ 06 ] he’s good. he’s really good ✎

⭒ [ 07 ] ???

⭒ [ 08 ] ??

taglist: open! leave an ask to be added to the taglist and let me know if you want to be removed / have a username change!

#smau: lmu 🌟#kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #twst texts #twst smau #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fic #twst story #twst imagines #twst kalim #twst idol au #🐾・/ rggie twst

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louwhose · 2 years ago

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louwhose fic Masterlist

AO3 | Writing tag

The Legend of Zelda

Lock and Key: 25k, multi-chapter, complete. Link isn't surprised that living on the wrong side of the law managed to land him in prison. What he doesn't expect is that he… meets a girl? That sounds completely charming? And is definitely going to let him out, right?

Listen to the Music: Oneshots for various games in the franchise based off of songs they are named after, listed under their respective game. Includes A Time For Us (OoT), Moon River (OoT), Sunrise, Sunset (SS), Where Do I Begin (BotW), Five Foot Two, Eyes of Blue (BotW), Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head (SS), Anchor (MC), and Sailing 'Cross the Ocean (WW).

Link's Lawn Mowing Service: 7.6k, oneshot. Crack. Zelda expected a long boring summer in Kakariko. Until she met a boy using a sword to mow the lawn.

Breath of the Wild

Turn of the Century: 23k, multi-chapter, ongoing. All Zelda ever really wanted was to get her degree in Biology while refusing to have a crush on that infuriating fencer. But when you discover that the incarnation of darkness itself is going to reincarnate soon, and that apparently your mother's line had holy sealing powers from the Goddess, things change. At least, they do if you want to live until the end of this year.

Fake It 'Til You Date It: 10k, multi-chapter, complete. Modern AU, fake dating except that none of it is fake.

A Princess to Protect: 19k, multi-chapter, complete. Royal Guard!Zelda AU.

Semblance of a Sentiment: 7.5k, multi-chapter, complete. Written for Zelink Community's weekly prompts Bury, Precious, Eternal. Fake relationship and hidden feelings.

Fall Under Your Spell: 13k, multi-chapter, complete. Written for Hateno Hideout's Zelink in October event, using prompts Spellbound, Cozy Bakes, Harvest Festival, the Witching Hour. Link was just trying to sell some of his mom's vegetables. He doesn't plan on finding such an interesting witch instead.

Ignorance Was Bliss: 28.8k, multi-chapter, complete. Graphic Depictions of Violence. Major Character Death. Written as an interconnected fic for Whumptober 2022. Link’s wish was finally granted. He remembered. But now he realized that, sometimes, ignorance was bliss.

Mood Drabbles: 1.5k, drabble collection, complete. Drabbles written based on the mood I feel when I'm wrote it.

Wind of the Desolate: Name of a long "BotW 2" speculation fic I began planning out before I scrapped it after the latest trailer. Series for a few scenes from it that I like enough to adapt to ToTK speculation. Beginning After the End and Keep Falling Down (seen below) are in this series.

Beginning After the End: 1.4k, oneshot. Just another story where Zelda and Link meet after defeating the Calamity.

Keep Falling Down: 500, oneshot. Written for Zelink Community's weekly prompt Tears. It hurts to have to let go. But you don't always have a choice.

The Final Hyrule: 2.9k, oneshot, might be continued. Mistborn AU, meet cute.

HERO x FAMILY: 14k, oneshot, might be continued. A SPY x FAMILY AU.

Something Remembered: 4k, oneshot. Modern AU, amnesiac Zelda.

In the Field With the Silent Princess: 1.5k, oneshot. Major Character Death. They finally defeated Ganon… but at what cost?

Much Too Tired to Fall Asleep: 200, drabble. Link is tired, and he wants to sleep. But he's scared he'll sleep too long again.

What Price She Would Pay: 1.5k, oneshot. Dark Zelda. Inspired by this post.

Princess for a Day: 850, oneshot. Zelda and Link swapping roles— but only for a day.

A Lifetime Ago: 1.6k, oneshot. Major Character Death. Her smile wilted. “You’re not my Link, though.”

I Choose You: 1.2k, oneshot. Written for Zelink Community's weekly prompt, Decisions. Link was different. But Zelda just fell in love with him all over again.

A Matter of No Small Importance: 3.2k, oneshot. Written for Zelink Community's weekly prompt Significance. An Exploration of Link and Zelda's relationship in the game.

Eye of the Beholder: 500, drabble. Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings. The Yiga Clan member failed her mission. Now she needs to pay for the consequences.

You Are Mine: 450, oneshot. Written for Zelink Community's weekly prompt Grace. Link has gotten sidetracked, forgetting his mission. So he tries to repent of it.

Like I Never Forgot: 85, drabble. Written for Zelink Community's weekly prompt Reminisce.

We Used to Be Friends: 500, drabble. Link and Paya are friends, but things change when Zelda comes back.

Monster Nation Infiltration: 220, drabble. Link and Zelda sneak into a monster camp.

Approaching Divinty: 1k, oneshot. Zelda slowly comes to terms with her power and what it means to be divine.

ARMBL(he)IGHT: 2k, oneshot. Crack. 5 times Link's arm terrifies Link, and 1 time it saves him.

Die a Hero Or...: 3.7k, oneshot. Major Character Death. Whump. Bad ending.

Where Do I Begin: 6.3k, oneshot. Written for Zelink Community's Opposites Attract event, week four, hidden & revealed. Where do I begin / To tell the story of how great a love can be.

Daring Darling: 800, oneshot. 100 followers request. Modern AU. Link and Zelda playing truth or dare with college friends.

I Prefer it That Way: 700, oneshot. 100 followers request. Messy hair is the best hair.

Five Foot Two, Eyes of Blue: 1.8k, oneshot. 100 followers request. "Meet me at midnight."

When Things Cease to Flow: 2.4k, oneshot. Written for Zelink Community's weekly prompt Stasis. You are seventeen when time stops for you. It is a long time before you are able to rejoin it.

Ruffled Feathers: 1.9k, oneshot. Miphvali meet. Takes place within Turn of the Century AU, but not necessary to read that first.

One Little Scare Ought To Do You Some Good: 5.5k, oneshot. Written for Zelinktines 2023 Day 13: Quirk. Link has hiccups and they bother Zelda. Until they don't.

Reading Between the Lines (../.-../---/...-/./-.--/---/..-): 10k, two-shot. Written for Zelinktines 2023 Day 27: Anonymous. Telegraph AU.

Tears of the Kingdom

An Unfamiliar World (you are my world): 1.6k, oneshot. Angst. Link keeps seeing Zelda. But she's different.

The New School Teacher: 7k, oneshot. Written for Zelinktines day 26: Dancing? Here? TOTK vibes, School Teacher!Zelda, Amputee!Link, fluffy.

Ocarina of Time

A Time for Us: 2.3k, oneshot. Angst. Written for Zelink Community's Opposites Attract event, week one, blessed & cursed. Cannon compliant.

Moon River: 9.2k, oneshot. Angst. Written for Zelink Community's Opposites Attract event, week two, flourish & wither. Seven years is a long time. Long enough to watch a kingdom slowly begin to die.

It Started With a Kiss: 1.3k, oneshot. Written for Zelink Community's weekly prompt Affection. Fluff. Mostly cannon compliant.

Shink About It: 9k, oneshot. Crack and fluff. Modern AU. Link mistakes Zelda as someone else. And she lets him. For entirely too long.

Cicadas: 800, oneshot. Lying dormant beneath the ground for seven years. Only to come up and live for only a summer.

After Winter Comes Spring: 4k, oneshot. Sheik and Malon in the adult timeline.

Before Seven Years: 2.4k, oneshot. What if Link didn't sleep for those seven years?

Even Though You're Not Here: 3.2k, oneshot. Angsty as hell.

An Encounter in Kokiri Forest: 5.7k, oneshot. Written for Zelinktines day 10: Melody. Zelda wanders into the Lost Woods and meets a Fae Link.

Majora's Mask

Sun's heart and Moon's tears: 1.2k, oneshot. Collab with @linktheacehero for Zelink Wedding Week. Link and Zelda get married in Termina and do a Termanian wedding.

Like the Love the Moon Holds for the Sun: 3.4k, oneshot. A look at Anju and Kafei falling in love over the years. Fluff.

Skyward Sword

Sunrise, Sunset: 1.7k, oneshot. Written for Zelink Community's Opposites Attract event, week three, daybreak & twilight. Gaepora watches his little girl grow up and fall in love.

Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head: 900, oneshot. Link, always missing Zelda.

Minish Cap

The End of One Very Long Day: 600, drabble. What happens after Ezlo leaves?

Anchor: 2.3k, oneshot. Written for Zelink Community's Weekly Prompt, Linger.

a broken knife a day doesn’t keep the blacksmith away: 3.4k, oneshot. Written for Zelinktines day 22: The Worst Pick Up Line. Princess Zelda comes to visit the blacksmith. For the fifth time this month. Link can't figure out why.

First Comes Marriage, Then Comes Love: 2.8k, multi-chapter, ongoing. Fluff, silly, arranged marriage.

Wind Waker

Sailing ‘Cross the Ocean: 3k, oneshot. Link and Tetra are in the middle of a battle when Link decides to cheer things up a little bit… with a song. Written for Zelink Community's Weekly Prompt Festive.

One Night on Windfall: 5k, oneshot. Written for Across Time: A Zelink Timeline Project — Wind Waker. Link should go back to Outset and get the final pearl... but he has a little time to spare, and decides to spend it with Tetra.

Sousou no Frieren

Things that Fade and Things that Don’t: 2k, oneshot. Frieren's clothes start to disintegrate at the most inconvenient time. When the hero offers her to help her get a new outfit, she accepts.

Dwight in Shining Armor

To Remember: 200, drabble. Angst. An exploration into Dwight's thoughts about his friends when he's alone.

All Mixed Up: 700, oneshot. DISA role reversal

Cosmere

The Brandon: 400, drabble. Something about the act of creation being like godhood.

SPY x FAMILY

Blind Spots: 15k, multi-chapter, complete. Graphic Depictions of Violence. Written for TwiYor Week 2022. Loid and Yor discover each other's identities, but don't know the other knows theirs.

A Mission Accomplished: 1k, oneshot. Angst. Operation Strix is finally over. But what comes afterwards?

#masterlist #lou writes #note to self: last updated 07/28/2024 #writing everything out like this really makes me realize how much I write and how much of it really are botw oneshots haha #I thought this was going to be easy but actually it took so long

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aria0fgold · 2 years ago

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<> My OMORI AUs <>

❗️ SPOILERS AHEAD ❗️

A list consisting OMORI AUs I’ve created alongside a short description describing the general story of each one. To make it more organized, I’ll add my fanon surnames to the characters.

Surnames:

Mari and Sunny Saezawa

Hero and Kel Valencia

Aubrey Zhuang

Basil Sherwood

Written AUs!

Ongoing:

The Tune of a New Morning

(Set post-True Ending)

With Omori’s newfound sentience, he didn’t want to just disappear after failing his duty. And he got just that, but strangely, he finds himself in a place one could only consider as the real world. He didn’t deserve to be there.

Once again, from the beginning

(Set post Oyasumi Ending)

Sunny gave up, he couldn’t handle the guilt of knowing the truth. Taking pity on him, Omori decided the best option was to just die. However, as he jumped off the roof, the world’s clock abruptly rewound, sending Sunny back to the time where everything went wrong. But this time, new problems arises.

And thus, the snake ate no more

(Set in the past)

Omori, a demon with a hidden motive was taken in by the Saezawa family. He quickly became friends with everyone, especially to Sunny, and though Mari is delighted to have another baby brother, she can’t help but feel as if there’s something off about him.

Completed:

Magician in the Mirror

(Set in the past)

With the stress for the recital building up, Sunny went to the piano room late at night to collect his thoughts. But a knocking on a covered mirror caught his attention. Upon taking the cloth away, he was met with his reflection claiming to be a magician.

The Pawn and the Bishops

(Set in the distant past)

MARI, a young princess once ignored by all became a tyrant that was now feared by many. Accompanied by her most loyal servant named SUNNY, the people could do nothing but endure a continuous suffering until one day, MARI made a grave mistake.

Planned AUs!

Replica Painting/Re:Painting AU - Inspired by the vocaloid song Living Millennium (Iyowa/Ft. Hatsune Miku) & Ib

(Set after Knife Ending 2, Sunny answered the door at 3 days left.)

Months had passed since the death of Sunny and Basil, Hero had been trying to keep everyone together as best as he can. Kel continues to act as he had been but there was a visible crack in his facade, Aubrey’s enraged outbursts got worse, and Hero was nearing his limit. As he was visiting his friends’ graves, Hero met a strange old man.

It seemed that Sunny helped him once and as a means to repay him, created a painting he was planning to give. But it appeared he was too late. The man invited Hero to his art gallery, the Dream Gallery. With nothing else to do, Hero brought Kel and Aubrey to it. There they saw a supposedly blank painting, one with an image of a monochrome boy identical to a young Sunny. His eyes were closed yet it opened, staring blankly at the trio until the next thing they knew, they were in dark room standing in front of the boy with the offer to make things right.

Lost AU

(Set after fight scene with Basil)

Sunny woke up with a jolt, panting and still shaking from his encounter with Basil. Looking around the room, he appeared to be in White Space, though there was no sign of Omori nor Mewo anywhere. With no idea what else to do, Sunny went out to the Neighbor’s Room. His dreamworld friends that was always playing cards and waiting for him was also nowhere to be found.

A lone mirror floated in the room and as Sunny approached it, the glass broke to reveal Omori, a shattered version of him. Something happened to Headspace and it’s Sunny’s job to find out with the help of a hyperactive Shattered Omori.

Royal Swap AU - inspired by The Princess and The Pauper

(Set in an entirely different universe. Modern world royalty.)

Omori, a mischievous 16 year old prince always skipping classes and running away met Sunny, a boy his age playing the violin on the streets. His performance was impressive, but what stunned Omori more was their identical appearance. So an idea popped into his head. They’d swap places.

Painting AU - inspired by the vocaloid song Mary - Figment of the World (Yokomin/Ft. Yuzuki Yukari) & Ib

(Set during Knife Ending 1, Sunny didn’t answer the door at 3 days left.)

After learning the death of Sunny and Basil, Hero became the glue of his remaining friends, terrified to lose them too. Months passed and Sunny’s mom suddenly came to visit, she gave them a painting carefully packaged. It seemed to be something Sunny poured his heart on and his mom thought to give it to the friends he treasured as a memento.

Upon taking the cover away, it revealed a painting of a monochromatic boy holding a wilted tulip and a knife. The three propped it up on a vacant wall and went about their days and chose to have a sleepover near the painting, however, they seemed to have woken up separated in a strange world. Hero saw the monochrome boy calling himself Omori and they set out to find the other two.

Kitsune Omori AU

(Set in the past)

A new family recently moved next door the Valencia family. Kel was excited about the news that the new neighbors has kids around their age that he could befriend, though Hero just saw one of them nearly ate a beetle while his sister ran to stop him, he isn’t quite sure whether to feel excited or nervous.

The Saezawa siblings has a secret, Sunny’s supposed twin, Omori, is a kitsune that only Mari and Sunny knows about. Though that won’t be for long as Omori grows attached to their new friends, but before that, Mari would love to prank them a little bit more.

Android Omori AU

(Set post-True Ending)

10 years had passed since and much had changed. Hero became a doctor just as his parents wanted, Aubrey became a makeup artist with the hobby of painting, Basil became a photographer and still kept up with his gardening hobby, Kel became a professional basketball player and surprisingly picked up the guitar, and Sunny became a robotics scientist with one goal in mind, to create an android of his old friend Omori.

When Sunny achieved that goal earlier than he had expected, he was overjoyed but his excitement was immediately replaced with boundless confusion upon booting up Omori. It seemed that Omori not only retains memories of Headspace, he also held deep hatred for Sunny that he doesn’t even allow him to come close at all.

Omori in Japan AU - crossover AU between OMORI & Detective Conan

(Set post-True Ending)

Omori expected to disappear now that there was no more purpose for him to fulfill. Instead, he wakes up in the middle of an unfamiliar place with a 7 year old body and accompanied by the spirit of Mari that he can now somehow see and communicate with. Luckily for Omori, he can understand Japanese.

Found by a young teen by the name of Ran, they went around to look for his family only to turn up with nothing. Worried for his wellbeing, Ran decided to take him in. He now has to live with an alcoholic claiming to be the world’s greatest detective and a suspiciously smart 7 year old kid while getting dragged around cases that always somehow just happen whenever they’re around.

#omori #omori au #omori aus #omori spoilers #omori spoiler #my aus #omori fanfic #my writing #old pinned

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zeldaelmo · 3 years ago

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Happy 36th birthday, LoZ!

I thought I could make a list of the fics I’ve written for each fandom to celebrate. They’re all zelink, so if that’s not your thing, scroll and ignore me.

Breath of the wild

A restless spirit (300 words)

Air and Water (200 words)

Almost a proposal (2687 words)

Always on duty (2812 words)

An endangered flower (200 words)

Broken trust (345 words)

Equals (9530 words - E rated!)

How to name a royal child (1638 words)

It's in his kiss (4553 words)

Just in case (200 words)

Lost and found (1685 words)

No exceptions (200 words)

Of sappy love letters, poisoned chocolates, and true love (7839 words)

Of surprises (300 words)

Shadows (5371 words) ,

Sneaking suspicion (200 words)

Stitches (10,319 words)

Age of Calamity

A lesson learned (200 words)

Hush! (3134 words - E rated!)

Stolen kisses (49,693 words - ongoing)

The language of love (9859 words)

Touch bound bracelets (300 words)

Skyward Sword

Building the future (300 words)

Falling (300 words)

Spirit Tracks

Sweet as honey (500 words)

Twilight Princess

In the matter of courting (200 words)

Straying cats (200 words)

The benefits of a big inventory (300 words)

The Oracle of Hyrule (300 words)

Modern AU

A fool such as I (9702 words - Skyward Sword)

Comic Con (300 words - OoT)

Elevator pranks (300 words - M rated!)

Flour, water, salt, yeast, love (31,344 words - BotW)

For your eyes only (4667 words - ongoing - E rated!)

Kindergarten crush (200 words)

Light my fire (10,990 words - BotW - E rated!)

Marry me (13,391 words - M rated!)

Of mermaids and -men (200 words - Skyward Sword)

Panic at locker no. 427 (300 words)

Pretense (6211 words - TP - E rated!)

Strangers in the night (80,632 words - BotW - M rated!)

The secrets of Coco's Coffee Corner (300 words - BotW)

Turbulences (200 words)

Mind the rating and the tags in general! 💕

#legend of zelda #zelink #let me know if I messed up a link

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luc606 · 3 years ago

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at your side - chapter two

saeyoung x mc x vanderwood royal guard au story status: ongoing chapter wc: 1,267

“She’s so over this,” Saeyoung’s voice is quiet in Vanderwood’s earpiece beneath the hum of popular dance music.

The two guards are posted on opposite sides of the grand ballroom, observing their future queen’s measured interactions with young dignitaries.

“Why are you using the radio to make personal remarks, Seven?” Vanderwood uses Saeyoung’s codename to further their point, and because they know that Saeyoung finds it annoying. “Official business only.”

chapter two of my Saeyoung x MC x Vanderwood modern royal au in which Saeyoung and Vanderwood are Princess!MC's security guards

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“She’s so over this,” Saeyoung’s voice is quiet in Vanderwood’s earpiece beneath the hum of popular dance music.

The two guards are posted on opposite sides of the grand ballroom, observing their future queen’s measured interactions with young dignitaries.

Vanderwood can just barely see the grin on Saeyoung’s face from across the crowd.

“Bluebird is ready to fly the nest. Over.” Comes Saeyoung’s reply.

“We don’t say ‘over’,” Vanderwood grumbles. “And are you trying to say that she wants to go home? Because the nest would be home.”

Saeyoung ignores the criticism entirely, saying, “We should fake a bomb threat to save her. The situation looks dire.”

Vanderwood follows Saeyoung’s gaze to you, currently nodding politely in conversation with Jumin Han, a young future CEO who is often invited to these parties by virtue of knowing the right people. At least twice, Vanderwood has seen Mr. Han scroll through blurry pictures of his cat on his phone for you to see. The interaction is grim, but not dire. Certainly not fake bomb threat dire.

“You could get fired for even mentioning such a thing,” Vanderwood says, “Do you ever think?”

Saeyoung almost laughs, “Nope. Over.”

“Christ.”

“Should we save her, though?” Saeyoung asks, “No bomb threats or anything but she does look really tired.”

“Fine. But I’m only agreeing because she just looked over here and I think it might have been a ‘save me’ look.”

“Operation Get Bluebird to the Nest is now underway. Over.”

You watch as Saeyoung makes long, measured strides towards you. He says something to his earpiece before you meet his gaze and he winks. For the sheer excitement of getting to leave the party or something else entirely, you feel your stomach do a little flip.

“I’m so sorry,” you tell Mr. Han, stopping him in the middle of telling you about his cat. “It looks as though one of my guards was sent to collect me.”

“Ah,” Mr. Han shakes his head, “No trouble at all. Have a good evening.”

You tip your head in a gentle bow to the young businessman. “And you as well.”

Saeyoung offers an arm for you to take, and there’s a look on his face like he’s going to tease you about something he overheard in your conversation with Jumin Han. Later, though, because it wouldn’t be proper for him to speak that way to you here.

It’s not really proper for him to speak to you the way he does anywhere, but you don’t mind. You’re lucky to have staff that loves and respects you in a way that is more friendly than reverent.

“Leaving already, Princess?” Hyun Ryu appears seemingly out of nowhere, blocking your path. Hyun is a Duke, about your age, and has been vying for your attention for years. He swears, very publicly, that one day you will be his betrothed.

You have no strong feelings for Hyun Ryu either way.

You curtsey politely. “Your Grace, I’m afraid that I have a bit of headache.”

The young duke’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open as if he’s just heard the most surprising news of his life. “Are you alright? Please, allow me to escort you to your car.”

You look at Saeyoung and find that his face is completely blank.

“Oh, I–” You do your best to formulate an excuse, but nothing comes to mind.

“Please, I insist.” Hyun Ryu is nothing if not persistent.

Giving Saeyoung a little nod, you release him to take the duke’s offered arm. You secretly hoped for an excuse from your guard, but, as Saeyoung was standing uncharacteristically stoic, you have no choice but to be escorted to your car by Hyun Ryu.

“Did you enjoy your evening otherwise, my Princess?”

Hyun falls behind Vanderwood and Saeyoung follows close behind. You feel a little stifled by the three escorts before reminding yourself that, technically, your guards don’t count as escorts at all. You are only supposed to take their arms out of necessity. This fact isn’t enough to make you free grateful for the duke’s intrusion upon your escape.

“I had a lovely time,” you tell Hyun, trying your best to sound genuine. “How did you find the party?”

“It was wonderful!” Hyun says just a bit too loudly. “Though it would have been greatly improved if you had been present for more of it.”

“Oh.” You are unsure if he means that he would have liked to have spent more time with you or if he had noticed a specific absence of yours.

“I know I’m not the only person vying for your attention, but I could certainly be the most diligent if that would entice you.”

Right now, the only thing enticing you is the thought of your warm bed, but you can’t say that, so you laugh politely and hope that the duke presses no further.

Thankfully, you find yourself in companionable silence, broken only by Vanderwood’s coded announcement into their radio that you were about to get into the car.

“Princess,” Hyun kisses your gloved hand with a flourish. “Thank you for allowing me to escort you.”

You curtsey and thank him in kind before ducking into the back of the nondescript black SUV you’d arrived in. Relief floods your body as you are no longer being watched by anyone. Finally, a moment’s peace.

“Thank you guys,” you say, leaning forward to address your guards, now sitting in the front seats of the car. “I’m exhausted.”

“You looked exhausted,” Saeyoung laughs, seeming at ease now that the young duke is no longer near. “How many cat pictures did Mr. Han show you?”

“Oh my god!” You giggle, “He would not shut up about his cat. I’d almost completely stopped responding but he kept going!”

Vanderwood cut in, “I think I counted 27 different cat pictures.”

You laugh again, feeling light, “It seemed like a hundred.”

“Better or worse than being flirted with by the Duke of Whatever?” Saeyoung has dropped all formal pretense now, and you’re grateful for it — even if it puts Vanderwood on edge.

“I’d say they’re tied. Hyun is nice, but he’s very intense.”

“Oh, Hyuuuun~” Saeyoung teases, drawing the duke’s name out in a high pitch, “You’re on a first-name basis with him?”

“Not like that…”

Vanderwood clears their throat. “His grace is a viable prospect for marriage, perhaps we shouldn’t scold the princess for being close to him.”

“I wasn’t scolding!” Saeyoung interjects, “Was I scolding?”

“I’d say you were teasing, which is maybe worse.” You’ve started rolling your long, white gloves down your arm, and your skin prickles at the cold air. “I should have you fired.”

“Please have him fired.” Vanderwood’s voice is steady, and you only know that they’re joking because they’re always jokingly asking for Saeyoung to be removed as your guard. “I’m begging.”

“She’d never do that to me!” Saeyoung turns around in the front seat of the car to look at you with exaggerated pleading eyes. He flutters his annoyingly long and pretty eyelashes at you. “Wouldn’t you, Princess?”

“I’m afraid I wouldn’t like to fire either of you.”

As you drive home, Saeyoung plays his favorite music and turns it up far too loud just to bother Vanderwood. You laugh at how Saeyoung tries not to laugh. Your head is still buzzing from the few drinks you had. You feel a rare joy and comfort.

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venusdeus · 4 years ago

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Court of Kings - Chapter 2

Summary: Sent to a neighboring kingdom to secure an alliance, forced to give up your dreams and ambitions, disregarded as a means to an end. You however have no desire to fulfil their wishes. And neither does Oikawa.

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x female reader

Genre: Fluff, comedy, angst, royalty au, arranged marriage au, enemies to lovers au (more like enemies to allies to friends to lovers), eventual smut maybe?

Word count: 2165

Warnings: All the characters are adults unless specified. This chapter is sfw. Minors do not interact.

Notes: This is part 2. To start from the prologue, you can use this link.

Chapter 1 <...> Chapter 3

You prided yourself in not expressing your thoughts or your emotions on your face and having full control over your body language. In this situation, you thought, it was certainly a blessing. You did not want this man to read your thoughts even though hawk like eyes of his that were focused on you made you think he could.

“A very beautiful garden indeed.” Oikawa remarked for a second time that night, his hand resting behind his back “We do not have this many varieties when it comes to plants up north. It is rather cold there, especially when compared to here.”

The ball was still going on inside the palace walls and the music that was filling the rooms still managed to reach your ears no matter how far in the gardens you went. You two were thrown out together after the first few minutes into the reception, suggested, or more like ordered, by both parties to take a walk in order to get to know one another. Followed by royal guards and an entourage of maids and butlers of course. Thankfully, other nobles that would usually be following you, such as your ladies in waiting, were not present thanks to the ongoing event inside. Never truly alone as it wouldn’t be proper. And you never did something that wasn’t proper. Or at least when someone else could see you.

“As you mentioned previously your Highness.” You replied looking ahead. It was not because you were scared that you did not look at him, or so you tried to lie to yourself, it was because you concluded from his rather rude entrance that afternoon that he disliked you. A man who had disgust and anger written on his face before just as he was supposed meet his future betrothed was not a man worth knowing.

He went as far as not to speak unless spoken to when your family decided to give him and his company a tour of the palace that afternoon, your father being absent of course. And even your normally chatty brother trailed hiding behind you, not daring to talk to him. Oikawa looked too broad, too much like a giant next to his sickly form. His hand never left his sword either. Did he not know what a grave insult he gave you when he behaved as if you were after his head, you wondered. You would not blame him of course, not like you did not know the strained relations between the two countries. But it was rude, nonetheless.

The only interaction you had that day before the ball was limited to greetings and if you counted it, walking next to each other in the halls. In the evening, a dance to open the ball. And that was it until now.

“Princess,” he started as you winced at the name, he did not even bother to use your proper title when addressing you “I heard you also had an exquisite greenhouse. Would you be so kind to show me? I am quite curious.”

You finally decided to look at him, fully expecting to see the previous icy expression on his face but found him to be surprisingly smiling. No, maybe not a smile but a smirk, you thought, the kind that gives you shivers and makes you speechless.

You were certainly not stupid. Nor blind. Since the first time you laid eyes on him that day, you knew that all those rumors about him were true. He had a face that looked like it was painted by the master artists of the past, an angelic feeling to it. He was also tall, towering over you or even the guards. The ladies gushed about how lucky you were and how regal he looked.

If only he did not have that God awful expression on his face when you first saw him, you would have been as starstruck as the Palace staff. It was evident that he made up his mind about you before he even met you. So why should you try to get to know him.

“It would be my pleasure.” you answered turning right towards the greenhouse. You have passed it once or twice every week in your walks but you were never allowed in when the gardeners were present.

He did not speak again until you both stopped at the gates of the glass building. That's when he turned towards the staff and the guards that were following you and addressed them with a voice so sweet that could catch vermin.

“If you could please give her Highness and me a few minutes to tour inside I would really appreciate it.”

It was such an inappropriate suggestion that you could feel your face getting hot with anger. You knew he was rude, but you did not expect him to behave with the manners of a dog. It was no secret that he had done countless things you did not dare voice with other ladies or even commoners in places that seemed innocent enough until he was left alone with them. But to taint the reputation of a royal with such suggestion was another thing.

One of the wives of a southern Duke even recalled one evening, after the announcement of his upcoming visit, that one of the most magical nights she had was at his library at his court, giggling while you sat at the same round table as her, playing cards not even a meter away. It made your stomach turn and not just because of the story, but because of the look she gave you afterwards. It reminded you of the smug look your father’s mistress gave you whenever your paths crossed.

You couldn’t stomach the thought of having a similar faith wherever you went.

One of the butlers, god bless his soul, opened his mouth to object but was quickly shut down by Oikawa’s honey voice.

“The path inside looks very narrow you see. And I am not used to being in such a humid and small space with too many people. I can promise you that we won’t take longer than five minutes.”

In hindsight they should have not let him get away with such proposition. But he was the crown prince of one of the strongest kingdoms in this part of the world and he was also to be your future husband. You were not betrothed yet officially but it was as good as done. If it wasn’t they would not even be invited here.

Or maybe, you should have refused his request or asked only two guards to follow you. But one look at his face and your curiosity was peaked. You wanted to know what he wanted to achieve with such a risqué favor. So, you followed the wolf to its den. If any of the nobles heard of this, or god forbid your family, you would be as good as dead. But you could always order your maids to keep their mouths shut. You could never trust anyone to not talk of course, but a threat could do the work.

“I am bit of a botanist myself.” Oikawa said just before the doors closed behind you.

You couldn’t properly see your surroundings as the only light inside came from the moon shining above the tall glass ceiling, and sadly it was not enough to illuminate your path. Oikawa on the other hand was behaving as if he owned the place itself, walking ahead of you, only turning once to check if you were still following him.

“Though it is mostly a hobby.” He continued, finally stopping in front of a cactus like plant with lovely white flowers and turning to you.

“I am guessing you did not ask to come here alone just to talk about your botanical knowledge. What is it that you want to know?” You asked with a cold tone just as your eyes started to adjust to the dark setting.

The corners of his mouth lifted into what could be called one of the most sinister similes you have seen so far before he chuckled.

“I’ve been told you had a kind and warm disposition but that you are very naïve and certainly not very bright.” He said seizing you up.

You knew of your reputation. What other people did not know, however, was that this reputation of yours was created by non-other than you. Carefully thought of and highly fabricated. The life was easier when people did not expect much from you. It also made it easier to listen in on conversations. Afterall, they did not think you would understand or care. But something about Oikawa aggravated you so much that your delicately built facade crumbled into pieces in seconds.

“And I’ve been told you are a very handsome, intelligent and proper gentleman. What a shame we’ve been both lied to.” You replied before taking a step towards him as if to challenge.

He let out the first genuine laugh since his arrival at your rebuttal, his head tilting back. If it were any other person, they would be insulted at your words, but he seemed to be amused.

“What a shame indeed.” He answered also stepping towards you. “Truly disappointing.”

“Is it what you wanted? A naïve, dull and ignorant wife?”

“Is it important what I want?” he pondered crossing his arms.

“A submissive wife than.” You replied “Let me rephrase that. You needed a submissive and naive wife. For what reason may I ask?”

He acted as if he did not hear your question, opting to not even acknowledge it “If we are to come back to the topic at hand, you are right your highness. I wanted to come here alone to see your true character. I know firsthand how exhausting it is to play pretend with others around.”

“And what did you find?”

“That you are very spirited.” He said moving closer.

“Thank you.”

“That was not a compliment Princess.” He stopped a step away from you.

“Anything you deem disappointing in a woman is a compliment to me.” You replied closing the distance between you two, your bodies only inches apart. He seemed to be taken aback for a second before his eyes narrowed and he turned his head towards the plant you were standing next to.

“Selenicereus grandifloras.” He sighed.

“Huh?” the unladylike sound left your mouth over your confusion before you could stop yourself.

“It is also known as the ‘queen of the night’ for it only blooms once every year at night before its petals wither before the morning. We must be extremely lucky.” He elaborated tilting his head towards the fully blossomed flowers. “Even the most beautiful and spirited of flowers cowers when the light shines. Do tell Princess, where will you be once the morning comes?”

He inched towards you, bending down until his face was directly opposite of yours. It was the most indecent position and against your better judgement you were at a loss of words over it. The humidity inside felt ten times worse than it was as you could feel his hot breath on your face. He was so close that you could smell the soft leather, citrus and cinnamon in which you did not know if it was coming from him or from all the greenery around you. Only thing you could think was one wrong move and your noses would be touching. He seemed to be thinking the same as his gaze fell on your lips before he took a step back.

“Because I do not know where you will be your Highness, but I can tell you where you won’t be.” He scoffed “You won’t ever be standing next to me. You certainly won’t do.”

Turning his back, leaving you stunned and stuck he walked towards the path you took just a few minutes ago.

“I can tell you this with the uttermost confidence. You will never rule beside me. I will never marry you.”

And with that, he was gone.

Finally an interaction? Reblogs are appreciated! And also this was not edited I posted it right after writing it so if you see any mistake let me know.

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Disclaimer: No portion of this story may be reproduced in any form without permission. I do not own the character of Oikawa Tooru. This is a work of fiction.

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im-fairly-whitty · 4 years ago

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In the happy childhood au with Icarus and Asterion, is the prince at all close to his siblings, like his older sister Ariadne?

I like to think so! It’s hard to find a clear family tree for the family as it stands in the original myths, so I’m not exactly sure who’s supposed to be older or younger in the sibling line up but since there’s nine of them all told that’s a lot of kids no matter how you slice it.

My headcanon for the Happy Childhood AU kind of throws a spanner in the works a bit since I think in my version the queen standing up to the king and of taking over the palace once Asterion is born means the royal bed isn’t used anymore between them, meaning Asterion is the last royal child and thus the youngest. (Being bewitched into having a kid with a bull because of your husband’s hubris is not very conducive to an ongoing marriage and in my au the king is solidly put in the backseat with most of his ruling privileges revoked as punishment, as it should be. You were rude so now you get no more children.)

I’m not sure how many of the nine royal kids that cuts off from being born since I can’t find a chart that lists the kids in order, but it probably means a smaller family and less siblings for him which is probably for the best since the queen spends a lot of time and effort caring for his special needs both physical and magical to make sure he grows up healthy and well rounded.

As for how Asterion gets along with his half-siblings I think things would actually start out pretty rocky with any siblings he has who are much older than him since if there were teenage princes around the castle already (like Androgeus who I do know is the eldest) I can’t see them taking to their monstrous half sibling very easily, but as Asterion got older I think they’d be grudgingly won over by his sweetness and eventually protective of him. This does explain though why Icarus was brought in as his full time playmate in those first few years when he was still being largely ignored by most of his older half-siblings, especially the brothers.

I do imagine Ariadne in particular only being a year or two older than him and thus being his closest sibling that he can actually bond with from the start and who can go on adventures with him and Icarus. He ends up becoming protective of her in return as they get older, especially when royal suitors come courting and Asterion takes it upon himself to vet them thoroughly and scare off any he doesn’t think are suitable for his favorite sister’s hand in marriage. (Which is most of them.)

#happychildhood!au #asterion #the minotaur #ariadne #icarus

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mordoriscalling · 4 years ago

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The Shrike and the Lark (pt. 4)

Jaskier and Renfri are disaster twins ruling Creyden. When the Warlord of the North knocks at their door, Queen Renfri and King Julian are at an advantage - they know him. As in, they know him. (Inspired by the Warlord AU and “the heart is a winged beast”).

(Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) (Pt. 3)

Creyden, 1237

“My Queen is a match for your Lord,” King Julian remarks.

A match they are indeed. Queen Renfri’s skill with the blade is legendary, and the Warlord wields his weapon with the same level of mastery. The two are sparring in the courtyard, with a continuously growing audience. Witchers, the Royal Guard, courtiers and servants passing by; everyone stares at them in awe, for such lethal grace is staggering to witness.

The Queen and the Warlord are locked in a breathtaking, violent dance. One may almost see the sparks fly as they spin, duck, and par each other’s blows. When their swords cross, their faces mere inches apart, they freeze. The warrior and the wariorress stare at one another, panting heavily. The tension between them is palatable, but then Queen Renfri moves, and they are dancing again.

“That’s only because Geralt is on the defensive,” Eskel replies.

The sound of the King’s surprised laughter carries far. Some of the onlookers in the courtyard look up but, as they behold King Julian the Eskel standing together on the wall overseeing the ward, their attention returns to the ongoing duel. The King and the White Wolf’s right hand sharing each other’s company is an expected sight at this point.

The Warlord and his entourage arrived a week ago. Half of the witchers who came then have now left for good, for their presence is not necessary. In truth, only the Wolf and his two advisors have been constantly working for the past five days, endeavouring to negotiate the new treaty as quickly as possible. In the meantime, those witchers who remain in Creyden have taken to sparring in the courtyard, sometimes fighting with some of the more daring knights of the Royal Guard. Today is the first day that their Lord has joined them, soon followed by Queen Renfri.

“Why do you put so much faith in your Lord?” King Julian asks.

“Geralt is the strongest and fastest among us,” Eskel answers with a shrug. “If he were on the offensive, it would take him less than five moves to disarm your Queen.”

At least a part of Eskel’s claims is true – Queen Renfri has been the aggressor from the start of the duel. She attacks the White Wolf mercilessly, with viciousness she is infamous for. In a moment like this, the notoriety of the Shrike shows its foundations.

Yet, on the very same basis, the efficacy of Creyden’s army was built; after ascending the throne, Queen Renfri saw to the training of her knights and soilers by herself. Her experience in pardonless fighting proved invaluable; thanks to it, she led her warriors – just as she had led her bandits before – to victory.

“Beat him, my Queen!” King Julian calls loudly so that his sister can hear him. “I know you can, you’ve practised for this!” he cheers her on, “Day and night, you did! You’ve dreamed of defeating–”

“My King... please!” Queen Renfri exclaims between blows, “Will you... stop... that?!”

“Never!” her brother proclaims, drawing some laughs from the crowd below.

The King’s support seems to bear fruit then – Queen Renfri’s strikes become even faster and more violent. The White Wolf can no longer last under the assault and yields. As he does so, loud applause for the Queen rings out in the ward.

“He let her win not to cause offence,” Eskel says.

King Julian chuckles, shaking his head. “You know your Lord well, don’t you?”

“He’s like a brother to me,” the witcher replies, “We’ve shared a strong bond since we were boys.”

King Julian only hums in response. Eskel considers him for a moment, then speaks again, “And yet, when Geralt returned to Kaer Morhen for the winter after three years of not doing so, he refused to speak of the bard who had kept him away, even to me. He ignored all my questions. He couldn’t hide his hurt from me, though.”

King Julian does not answer at once. Instead, he observes as Kan, the Captain of the Royal Guard, and Lambert, a witcher with fiery hair and even fiercer temperament, begin to spar. Yet, Eskel’s gaze on him is a heavy, insistent weight, and he surrenders eventually.

“I am guilty of hurting him,” he admits ruefully. “Geralt only knew me to be Jaskier the bard. A troubadour who loved him... but who wasn’t honest with him. When he discovered who I really was, he didn’t hear it from me.”

Eskel scowls but calmly inquires, “Why didn’t you tell him?”

“My own safety,” the King replies. “I feared for my life. I couldn’t tell him of how Stregobor imprisoned me in one of the towers of this very castle. Of how after I finally escaped, I ran and ran, and ran. I lived in fear of being pursued, stole and forged identities to survive.”

“He would’ve kept your secret at all costs,” the Wolf witcher counters.

“I know,” Julian agrees easily. “But the scars which Stregobor inflicted upon me were too fresh. I couldn’t bear to talk about it back then.”

The conversation lulls for a while after that. The two watch Kan and Lambert spar until it is Eskel who speaks.

“I’m glad to see that you’ve healed enough,” he says, bereft of any anger or judgement.

The King’s gaze snaps to his witcher companion, the look in his eyes as warm as a summer sky. “You’re too kind,” he says.

Julian then reaches out and tucks a strand of Eskel’s blonde hair behind his ear. His hand lingers there, by Eskel’s cheek. The witcher stills, clearly taken aback by the touch.

“Your Majesty?” he murmurs uncertainly.

The King hesitates. Gingerly, he starts rubbing his thumb against the witcher’s skin. The caress is met with no resistance and he confesses, “I find myself wishing to be near you every minute of the day. To wake up and fall asleep beside you.”

Eskel sighs and moves away. “King Julian –” he begins, his tone suddenly formal.

“Jaskier.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I’m Jaskier to my friends.”

The witcher nods. “Jaskier, then. You honour me with your attention, but I must ask you not to pursue any further intimacy with me.”

“Must?” Jaskier echoes. “Why do you “must”?”

“I... don’t want to make these negotiations any more difficult.”

“So loyal,” Jaskier says, regarding the witcher with admiration, “So dedicated, to staying in the shadows. Why won’t you let some light shine on you?”

Eskel smiles wryly. Then, he turns his head, displaying the side of his face that is terribly marred. “Some scars of mine will never heal,” he admits.

Jaskier’s features twist into an expression both pained and compassionate. “I could provide you with some relief, at least for a short while,” he offers, “I could take your worries away, ease the tension in your shoulders.”

The witcher seems immune to the ardent willingness. “No, thank you,” he declines. “I suspect you want me so because you see him in me. We bear a lot of resemblance to each other, I’ve been told.”

Jaskier is not deterred by the bitterness, nor the self-depreciation, in Eskel’s tone. With an earnest, wide-eyed gaze, he steps in closer towards the witcher.

“I see wonder in you,” he says quietly. “All the things you’ve told me about, about how much you do to serve your lord... You achieve whatever is asked of you because you care about your kin so deeply. What is your limit? Or can you make anything happen for the ones you love? What a wonder you are.”

Eskel looks upon Jaskier as if he was seeing him for the first time. “You are sincere,” he says.

Witchers, with their enhanced senses, are able to notice when someone is being disingenuine. The human body does not function normally when a lie leaves one’s mouth, and witchers have learnt to discern even the barest hints of untruth. Yet, it does not seem to be the case now.

“That I am,” Jaskier affirms, bold certainty in the whole of his posture. Then, he moves even closer to Eskel, looking deep into his amber eyes. “I cannot stop thinking about the wonder of you.”

“Gods be damned,” Eskel breathes out. “How am I to resist your song, Lark? How am I to deny you when you call to me so sweetly?”

Jaskier tilts his head up invitingly. “I call to you because I can hear you howling, Wolf,” he whispers, his voice low and husky.

Eskel cradles Jaskier’s face in his large, rough hands. The delicate features of Jaskier’s face seem overpowered by the lines of Eskel’s strong palms.

“You maddening creature,” the witcher murmurs.

They breathe the same air now and their eyes are half-shut, heavy-lidded with desire. They are drawn to one another, inch by inch. Their lips are about to meet in a kiss, but then loud cheers erupt below, extinguishing the heat between them. Eskel and Jaskier jerk away from each other and look down, searching for the source of the interruption.

Lambert has just won against Kan.

Eskel clears his throat. “Let me consider it,” he tells Jaskier, “I shall give you an answer later today.”

At dinner, Eskel and King Julian are seen to retire for the evening together.

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#myfic #geraskier #jaskier/eskel #the accidental warlord and his pack #jaskier &renfri are disaster twins

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reinathevocaloid · 5 years ago

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My Akeshu/Shuake Fic Rec

After reading a good amount of Akeshu/Shuake fanfics, I’ve finally decided to compile a list of all my favorites. This list will be updated over time with any new ones that I read as well.

L’appel du vide by Xov

It’s not a Akeshu/Shuake Fic Rec without one of the most popular fics in the fandom. This is a New Game + fic that takes place after P5 vanilla, and it follows a 19-year-old Akira who has been thrown three years into the past. It’s still ongoing and the updates tend to take a while, but it is always worth it. I legit reread this fic all the time and I always notice new things I missed.

False Start by Xov

I love all of Xov’s fics so all of their works will definitely be in this list. This is technically another New Game + but Goro makes some bad choices instead of learning from his mistakes.

A Study in Distress by Xov

A no-powers AU where Akira and Goro went to the same school and they get to be love-struck idiot teens that solve cases without having to save the world.

death of choice by Xov

Although the second half of the fic is still being written, the first half is already good enough to be its own fic. During the preparations for Akira’s parents’ funerals, Akira accidentally meets Goro years later. While the reunion doesn’t go terribly, it doesn’t go well either.

Reverb by Xov

A short fic that Xov wrote for the akeshu Showtime zine (which I actually got a physical copy of, despite all the drama surrounding it lololol).

Hungry Thirsty Roots by coolkidroland

Ayyyyyo it’s the first fic I read in this fandom! Goro has a palace and Akira decides to steal his heart (and Goro’s shadow kinda helps out).

right now, forever by kittyakeshu

Another early fic for me in the fandom! Goro gives Akira a pair of cat ears! Honestly, I love how this fic has the perfect mixture of smut and fluff with a hint of darker undertones. Plus, Goro’s characterization in this fic makes me a bit nostalgic for vanilla Persona 5!

resistance. by lithalos

Okay warning this fic is not for the faint of heart, but it’s so good! This is a Fantasy AU where Goro is a knight, Akira is a witch, and Shido is an awful king. The thing I like the most about this fic is that it points out the fact that Akira meeting Goro earlier may not change the mindset Goro has.

and i felt the fever coming. [oh the wreckage follows] by vntagecassette

Sick Fic! Sick Fic! Sick Fic!!!! It’s not a proper fic rec without a good sick fic, and vntagecassette is an amazing writer. Also, in this fic, Akira is selectively mute and uses Shuwa (Japanese sign language)!!!

tomorrow (B-SIDE) by relationshipcrimes

Although there is an A-Side to this fic, I choose to ignore it because my heart can’t take the pain. B-Side has a hopeful ending though! Akira daydreams constantly about what he will do when he meets Goro again during the long days that he waits for him.

the first step to find your way is to mark where you have been by futuresoon

Another Goro has a Palace fic!!! I love how detailed the palace is in this fic and how Akira and Goro work through it together.

The Royal Scramble by D_Maradine

This fic has only just started but I’m loving it already!!! The events of P5S are reimagined so that they occur after P5R and Goro joins the gang.

goro akechi and the quest to apprehend the illustrious mossy mothman by ethyxx

A fluffy and funny fic about Goro trying his hardest to get a rare gatcha toy for Akira 💕

Don't bite off more than you can chew, little wolf by Ren_Saxon

Shapeshifter werewolf!Akira meets Vampire!Akechi at College and tries to woo him over.

Heart for sale (try free or buy it now) by Tayani

After thief!Akira steals from CEO!Akechi, Akechi becomes smitten with him and decides to become his sugar daddy.

Breathing exercises by TroubleWriting

In a universe where some people are born Doms or Subs, Akira is a Sub who doesn’t trust anyone enough to help him through his instincts, but luckily Akechi decides to help him. (despite the premise, this fic is more emotional than sexual)

This December by YassHomo

Akira meets Black Mask early on in the story and slowly befriends him which changes things (this one hasn’t been updated in a while but I still love it)

Kiss me, crown me, put me into words by Ren_Saxon

Akira is a gossip novelist who meets Prince Goro Akechi at a royal ball! This chance meeting completely changes the course of Akira’s life.

Drowning in the Deck by MercysEmbrace

Goro helps Akira deal with some current life issues. Basically, I’m a sucker for any fics where Goro helps Akira with anxiety issues and points out how Akira can be a people-pleaser.

Blooming through Orchids by Zeliez

Omega!Akira (who pretends to be a Beta) is forced to room with Alpha!Akechi (who also pretends to be a Beta) during the Hawaii trip. I’m really picky with A/B/O fics, but I love some of the more unique takes on the AU that are used in this one-shot!

Hold me down by TroubleWriting

I always love a good Mafia!AU, and this ongoing fic absolutely fits the bill! Crimelord!Akechi becomes obsessed with Information Broker/Thief!Akira.

Winner Take All by HoneyCorvid

Basically, Akira and Goro have sex during the metaverse duel and it changes everything! Honestly, besides the great smut scenes, I just really adore how this author writes their interactions! I found myself laughing multiple times throughout the story lol

Tied to you, tied by you by saikowrites

Goro discovers that Akira is into bondage when they try climbing together and uses this knowledge to his advantage lololol

everything or nothing at all by malevolentmanga

Akira and Goro swap personas and things get a bit heated! Tho as always I think the best part about this three part series is the dialogue and characterizations.

flora, electricity, and other forms of magic by SoulFishie

Powerful witch Akira and his familiar Morgana are forced to move to Shibuya in order to try to deal with a mysterious and dangerous stalker that’s following them. Luckily, Akira is assigned a bodyguard during his first year in the city: a (supposedly) werewolf named Goro Akechi. I love everything about this AU and how Akira is characterized!!!

The Real Magic is You by CelestialTrickster

Knight Akira regularly travels to the evil sorcerer Akechi’s tower to “rescue” Princess Hifumi, which really means that he visits his secret boyfriend. However, things become difficult when Akira’s father tries to force Akira to marry Hifumi. I absolutely loved this and would love to see more in this universe!

Less Than Righteous/ More Than Friends by HoneyCorvid

During Sae’s palace, Akira has sex with Loki, reveals some truths, and possibly changes the course of history forever. Once again I love how this author writes the dialogue between Akira and Goro (and his persona lol).

Playing Hero (third time’s the charm) by HoneyCorvid

An ongoing NG+ series where Akira and Goro remember the original timeline and work together to make their own happy ending. The parts in this series are short glimpses into moments within this plot (also the first part legit made me tear up at 4am lol)

Twice as Old and Four Times as Weary by rosegardenlake

A short and sweet one-shot about Akira learning to lean on Goro and the rest of the Phantom Thieves, especially as they all get older and their tiredness catches up to them.

mountains (molehills) by Ciasquare

Goro and Akira have started rock climbing together, and the rest of the phantom thieves misunderstand the hobby as something else entirely. One of my favorite aspects about this fic is that Akira is selectively mute and uses sign language, and the author uses their own experience with sign language to write most of the scenes! I feel like I learned a lot about sign language that I had never known before!

Where we go from here by EnlacingLines

Taking place in an alternate universe (no powers) where Akechi goes to Shujin as well, Akira is worrying about the upcoming high school graduation and what that means for the future. Basically, Akira re-learns just how much his boyfriend, friends, and found family love him.

glucose guardian by corrupted_voracity

If I had a penny for every fic where Akechi tries to become Akiren’s sugar daddy, I’d have two pennies, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it has happened twice. But for real, I absolutely adore this fic! Basically, Ryuji makes a joke that broke college student Ren should get a sugar daddy and Ren actually makes an account on a Sugar Daddy app, which leads him to meeting COO Akechi. Despite the premise, this fic is actually really sweet and focuses on Goro and Ren navigating their new relationship together.

Taste Test by EnlacingLines

Hilarious shenanigans occur after Akira accidentally buys strawberry flavored lube. This fic is both super funny and sweet!! I love how this writer portrays their dynamic so much!!!

Let Me (care for you) by CrinklePuff

Another sick fic!!!! Ren gets sick so Goro stays home from work to take care of him for a few days. This fic is filled with so much domestic fluff that you will get toothaches from the sweetness lol

Nevermore to leave here by EnlacingLines

During a severe storm, Akira is forced to take shelter at a strange mansion that is rumored to be haunted. Turns out that the rumors are somewhat true because the house is occupied by a very attractive demon known as Goro Akechi. Honestly, I just love demon!aus ngl!!!

AceSpec!Akira Bullies DomTop!Akechi: The Saga by EveryMountainClimbed (DemiPalladium)

An ongoing no powers Shujin!Goro alternate universe series where Goro and Akira have been best friends for several years and they decide to start dating. This lighthearted series mostly follows their developing relationship, and it’s incredibly funny. Also, as someone on the ace spectrum, I especially relate to Akira!

Daredevil, You've Hit the Wall by ez_cookie

Another rewrite of P5 Strikers with Goro and Sumire present!!! I absolutely adore how everyone is written here, and I love all fics that point out Akira’s unhealthy focus on trying to be the rock for everyone to lean on.

the joy of the hunt by TroubleWriting

Akira is forced to participate in a local hunt, but it leads to him reuniting with Akechi. I love ABO fics that play around with the details of the universe and I also love fics that have some predator/prey tropes, so this fic definitely hit multiple of my buttons!

Most Wanted by Prince_Tenjou

Two years after the events of P5R, Akira accidentally stumbles across Akechi, and so he makes sure to not let go this time. Basically, a short and sweet story about the two of them reuniting and confessing their feelings.

stand and deliver your diamond ring by lady_peony

A beautifully written fic with a fem!Akira! Like the author, I also lament over the fact that Atlus scrapped the FeMC concept for P5 every day...

caliology by lady_peony

A short and sweet one-shot where Akira and Akechi are in an established relationship years after the events of the game and they discuss mistletoe (but of course it’s about more than just mistletoe).

wishes wisely expounded by lady_peony

A fairytale-esque story where Akechi and Akira are childhood friends!

roll for initiative by HoneyCorvid and malevolentmango

Goro and Akira finally reveal their feelings for each other while running a DnD campaign with the rest of the thieves!

Between the Shadow and the Soul by Pigeonfeatherquill

An ongoing AU where 24-year-old Akira, who is a long-time member of the BDSM/Kink scene, meets a mysterious dom who may or may not be connected to the “prince” who saved Akira from a dangerous scene a year ago. Besides loving the characterization in this fic so far, I also love how it also gives an in-depth look into the kink community (and includes Ann as almost a main character, since she is an underrated fav imo)

you’re a terrible idea series by HoneyCorvid

So, normally I’m not a big fan of the yandere trope (typically the yandere character doesn’t actually care about the person they are obsessed with), but I really like how this particular series handles it. Akechi and Akira have an established relationship after meeting each other in the metaverse in April. Despite everything, they are actually quite good for each other.

I will continue to add more as I gain more favs!!!

#shuake #shut up anya #fanfic #akeshu

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kth1 · 5 years ago

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Crosscurrents [Hoseok X Reader] Part 2

Crosscurrents - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Genre: The Little Mermaid AU | Fantasy AU | Series Pairing: Mermaid!Hoseok x Princess!Reader Featuring: BTS Princes Warnings: Angst, fluff, rated G, sorry no smut, mentions of pain, eventual character death, it’s just a fantasy story. pining, angsty? W/C: 8.8k Summary: Hoseok is a carefree middle child among seven princes, each running one of the seven seas. With a curious nature to study the world above, he makes several routine visits to the surface, once even saving an alluring princess who he grows very smitten by. With a strong determination to meet his lovely princess, Hoseok makes a risky deal with the ocean’s enchantress to become human. Author’s Note: Sorry for the wait, but I am still very happy about this story. Now finals and my semester is over - I can continue updating. Thank you all who support me. Portions of the fic is unedited. 🐚🧜‍♂️

Credits: Story includes strong elements from Hans Christian Andersen’s ‘The Little Mermaid’; Disney’s ‘The Little Mermaid’; and Michiko Yokote’s manga ‘Mermaid Melody’.

☀ CROSSCURRENT MASTERLIST ☀

The aqua prince now knew where his beloved princess lived, after revisiting the area nearly every evening after the first time. He often would approach closer to the land each time, venturing further than any of his brothers ever had to the shoreline. As Hoseok still remembered the touch of dry sand on his slimy tail, the foreign air of fresh land right under his body.

Daringly, the carefree and curious prince even swam up the narrow channel that led under the marble balcony that belonged to the princess. During bright moonlit nights he would only invite himself here so he could watch the princess stare off into the sea, where she believed she was all alone. Little did she know, she had a secret admirer in awe from below.

Human beings in general became more and more dear to Hoseok. Days of eavesdropping on humans within the green reeds of the bank who were sailing the water, listening to their stories and conversations in hiding. Stumbling upon fishermen who casted their nets near the beacon’s light, and if anyone on the dock noticed the rustling of his long aqua tail that treaded water, they excused the sounds to wallowing gulls.

Hoseok was happy when he reminisced about the time he had saved the young princess, hearing about her noble actions and performances. She was told of having a heavenly way with her ballroom dance, knowing several styles of movement. He wished he could see her act with his own eyes and to show her one of his.

In time, Hoseok wished that he were one of them; a human that is. Their large world seemed much extravagant than that of the mer-people. Humans can fly above the ocean in their ships, they can ride around in these carriages pulled by large animals called horses, even humans could climb to the top of those beautiful snow tipped mountains that poked their peaks above the clouds. The land they stand on outstretched further than Hoseok could ever imagine, and there was a whole world around him that he wishes to learn about. He had many dreams and desires, his mind craved explanations.

“Do men live forever? Do they die just as us? How long of a life do they live? What happens to them when they pass?”

Hoseok knows these answers for his species, he knows what happens among merfolk and especially what shall happen with royalty. They become foam on the sea, diminish into bubbles into the water. When one royal dies, another is birthed.

These ongoing thoughts horded the capacity of Hoseok’s naïve mind. His passion for above became a sudden obsession, that princess became more of a worship. “Maybe I’ll get some more answers tonight,” he thought as he travels with the current to the north Pacific Ocean, home of the playful salmon pink Prince Jimin.

This lovely evening, we have a court ball. A ball which held dancing mermen and mermaids to the melodies of the singers and composers. A watering hole of very thick crystal walls, so clear and pristine that the illuminating lights from mussel-shells which decorated in rows along them blared through effortlessly. Numberless fish and folk who swam through the lights would flash their glorious colored tails that amplified within these beams.

Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook all danced wonderfully. Linking arms together and with others, displaying their methodologies. They shared many dances with men and women, children even.

Lights gleamed like a galaxy in the subterranean sea, all sparkling like the stars in the night sky. Beautiful pinks, greens, and purples garnished the saloon, ravishing plants and twines tangled around pillars.

The sweet sensual voices of Seokjin and Taehyung filled the room in a magical duet. Back-up singers harmonizing along with their symphony as Namjoon and Yoongi remained lost in their own worlds of instruments.

Jimin twirled around the aqua prince’s tail like a feather, light and soft. Prince Jimin’s eyes were brighter than any blue tail that ever existed, a translucent aquamarine color – no – a luminous crystal blue. A mesmerizing shimmer tinted the orbs in the sunlight as how a cracked geode rock would sparkle.

His hair, much like his tail and lips, were mixes of rose, coral and peaches. Shades fading in and out of another elegantly. He was such a bubbly child – bashful even as everyone could recall times the young Prince would grow embarrassed and the rising pink of his skin would soon match his tail. Jimin danced the best contemporary dance in all of the seas, naturally wiggling his body in expert stretches.

“How have you been, brother?” He hushed his words through a wave of his arms, continuing to dance along to the music with Hoseok. “You look… different.”

Hoseok matched Jimin’s movement, picking up the pace to a slow tempo. “I’ve been doing well.”

The words fell bleakly between the two, Jimin realizing that there was no enthusiasm resonating from Hoseok – no energetic fields sparkling through the waters. Jimin’s intuition can pick up the sudden change of behavior, and he grew nervous for the reasons why his older brother insisted on lying to his face.

“It’s not polite to fib – especially about your feelings.”

Hoseok grabbed ahold of Jimin’s wrist, spinning the pink tailed merman in a quick fluid motion. Dancing around having a private conversation was difficult when they were surrounded with several fish who are also doing the same. A curious ear could overhear them, and Hoseok did not wish to share his secrets to the public.

By the spin of Jimin, Hoseok’s eye catches something – rather, something missing. The chain that snugged around Jimin’s slim waist was colorless, missing its shining pink bead.

“Where is your pearl?” the aqua prince distressed.

Jimin’s crystal eyes avoided Hoseok’s almond ones, swallowing thickly as a shade of pink started breaking through at the tips of his ears. “Come brother, I must show you something.”

Whilst the mermen, mermaids, and fish were still dancing and singing in the palace, the two troublesome brothers stole away past the walls of the pink palace. Swimming freely into the open ocean while being accompanied by their little companions.

Kiko deliberately begged Hoseok to remain back in Jimin’s home, not wanting to cause another mishap event of a storm like the one that happened times prior to when anyone has upset the Mer-King. But the merman ignored his friend, insisting that everything will be alright.

“Jimin where are you taking me?”

“Just a bit further – I promise you will be surprised.”

Soon enough Jimin led Hoseok into a lengthy cave, a narrow cavern filled with sumptuous jewels, gems, and stones. A pleasure-loving treasure of a chamber that was hollowed out, and in the cavity of the cave – past the dark spaces and cracks – they peered up into a grotto. Crystalline formations that grew down from the ceiling, limestones, calcium carbonate and other minerals lined the walls and rocks.

The scene before them was a magical starry canvas. Nothing in any of their realms nor the human world looked better or more extravagant than this place.

“I found this place when I was little, following a stubborn little marine invertebrate.” Jimin narrowed his eyes down at his sticky pet starfish, Bo, that was latching onto his shoulder. “This little guy was a feisty one, but I’m forever grateful that he led me here. Just look.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened around him, eyebrows shot high into his hairline. His thoughts were all about the mystical creations around him until Jimin cut his train of thought.

“It’s what happens when two worlds connect, the sea and the land.” Jimin admired around with a soft smile on his lips.

“Two worlds?” he wondered. “But wait – this doesn’t explain where your pearl is? You have it don’t you? You can’t lose it!”

Jimin chuckled, shaking his head. “Unfortunately, I do not have my pearl.”

Hoseok hovered around, looking at all the jewels and gems that surrounded the two mermen. Anxiety rising from his fins, “Jimin your palace –“

“Is still in great condition, is it not?”

In fact, Jimin’s kingdom was in fantastic shape. Even with the lack of his magical pearl. The ball was extravagant, faces were happy, and his realm was healthy and clear.

“It is.” Hoseok confirmed. “But how?”

Jimin smiled gleefully, satisfied and at complete ease as he hopped up his thin body onto a rock. The pink prince shrugged, “I’m not sure actually. Maybe they aren’t as powerful as we were told. Though they are one of a kind.” Jimin stared at the pearl that dangled off Hoseok’s ear.

“I like to think that they work for anyone who has a good heart. They keep the realm alive with their being.”

Curious, Hoseok pushed for further explanation. “So, if you don’t have it then… you gave it to someone else?”

“Mhm.”

“Jimin?! You can’t just do that – do you have suds in your brain!?”

Jimin’s eyes crinkled with his wide cutesy smile, unbothered at the world. Innocence exuding out from his face. “Perhaps.”

The cavern twinkled around the reflecting lights, blossoming of precious stones and glows from each crevice of the room. Hoseok’s voice echoed off the structured walls along with the silence drips of the moistened stalactites that elongated from the top.

“Who did you give it to?” Hoseok was furious, getting ready to blow up on his younger pink scaled brother until a shuffling noise distracted him, causing him to twist his head in the direction of the sound.

“Her.” Jimin drew his breath in, watching a shadowed movement draw closer. A padding of feet rushed their way into the corner of the grotto where an opening that was not seen before now was. Entered, a small child, with curly blonde and frizzy hair as light as the clouds, stepped in view. She bared her feet, stepping on the smooth flooring below her in a flowing flower sundress.

Hoseok was quick to duck for cover – trying to pull his brother along but remained puzzled how he refused to move. Jimin sat proudly atop his perch, staring at the young child who’s face lit up with merriment.

“Jiminie!” she squeals. “You came to visit me!”

Frightened, Hoseok sunk further below the water. This is going against everything, why is Jimin speaking to a human? Why did he give his pearl to her? He angrily whispered towards the ditzy prince that waved his arm towards the child, “What are you doing!?”

“I’ve brought a friend, little one! Would you care to meet him?” Jimin outstretched his hand towards his brother who hid behind a rock who returned glare at him. Seeing the disproving stare from Hoseok, he spoke down towards to him, “She’s safe, believe me.”

The curious kid stepped closer to the edge of the grotto, before the land dipped into the water as she waited with anticipation. She pondered the words her friendly pink merman spoke, eyes full of wonder as she looked over to him.

Hesitantly Hoseok poked his head out slowly, making eye contact with the blonde bundle of curls. She stood on her tiptoes with excitement, seeing another pretty face that blended well with the sparkling cave. “Hello!” she squeaked.

It felt uncanny, so unnatural for Hoseok to be approached by a creature with legs and not fins. An unreal wave of relief washed over the merman as the child’s instant presence seemed pure. “Hello.”

“Are you a prince like Jiminie? Are you pink like him too?” She questioned, now landing herself on her knees so she can creep closer to the water. Jimin gleamed with amusement, adoring the young little human who he grew acquainted with over time.

Jimin felt the passion within this little being, relating her curiosity of the sea with Hoseok’s interests with the land. In many ways these two were very much alike and he was ecstatic for them to meet.

For the first time this night, Jimin witnessed a genuine smile turnup on Hoseok’s lips. The aqua tailed man moved toward the small being who knelt by the edge. He flipped his tail up out of the water, flashing his fins with a loud splash. Trickles of water cascaded from the air onto surrounding areas of terrain causing the child to giggle.

“Precisely, I am a prince just as Jimin.”

Jimin swam up besides his brother, guiding him closer to the little girl. He smiled towards her as he raised his hand for her to meet his. Together they connected, her little hand much smaller than Jimin’s and a small glow of gold originated between their touch. “See – she’s good. I trust her.”

At closer inspection Hoseok noticed the chain around the child’s neck that had a glass trinket which encased a pink pearl – Jimin’s unique bead. That too glowed a radiating gold shimmer.

“I wish I had a pretty tail like you two!” She looked mournfully at the two clumsy props of bare legs she owned. “Silly legs!” She shouted down with a huff.

“Oh, but with a tail – you could not get back home.” Jimin tested. “We wouldn’t want that now. You’d miss your parents, your family. Even your bed.” He smirked, teasing the little girl.

Hoseok stood witness as he watched the interaction between human and merman. It wasn’t quite like how his interaction was with his beautiful princess back home, but there was a sincere aura radiating between the two that gave him hope for something.

“What color would I have, I wonder!” Her wide eyes scanned both of the mermen’s faces, taking in their distinctive differences.

Jimin smiled wide, eyes forming crescents. “Oh darling, I think pink would suite you very well. A beautiful plush pink for the young angel.” He pokes her nose.

“We should head back before it gets too late. I will visit another time, alright? Keep my gift safe and sound!” Jimin bid the pouting child farewell before descending down back the narrow crevices they entered.

They swam leisurely back to Jimin’s palace, Jimin humming melodic tunes to himself. The clear water was waving like a light breeze, the seabed littered with various plants and scrubs of all colorations.

“Why’d you give her your pearl?” Hoseok questioned out in the blue.

Jimin spun himself around, looking up towards the plane of water way high above the floating mermen. “She is true. I grew to know her over time. I feel no threat from her, and I trust she won’t speak of me to others. I want her to always remember me.”

Hoseok’s thoughts soon returned to the world above him as he could not forget his beauteous princess. And he could not control his craving to meet her. Experiencing a merman and human interact as Jimin did with his, Hoseok was sure he could trust the lovely woman he is fascinated with. Deep down in his heart he hopes she will be accepting of him.

One thing stood out from is encounter with Jimin and the little girl. What struck him was how she wished to be a mermaid – one with a beautiful scaly tail. Why would she dream this when she had legs?

Hoseok hovered around his human-decorative study again, a place he consistently escaped to when he had the free time. He eyed the handheld mirror, the compass that lost its pointing needle giving the device worthlessness, even feathering his fingers through the chest full of useless goods. He stumbled upon a painting, a portrait of a bright and sunny day with land lovers dancing on a street. Building’s surrounding the pairs that were grouped together in a gestured dance.

It then hit him, “A pair of legs for a tail – and a tail for legs.” He grumbled to himself looking down at his slimy speckled tail, fins and all. Kiko who has been loitering around the area shifted towards her merman, “Hoseok…”

“I have an idea Kiko, though you may not like it.”

“When do I ever?”

Hoseok snickered, sighing down at his dazzling leafy sea-friend. He brushes his hands through her leaves, scratching underneath Kiko’s keel. “I’m more grateful than you may think. Please don’t be upset with me.”

Kiko rested in the hands of Hoseok, shimmying herself comfortable. The look in her eyes showed regret and worry, though she waited for her prince – her friend – to continue his thoughts.

“I must travel past the whirlpool. Where the seagrass nor flowers bloomed – grey sands expanding to heavens know where. Where waters were dark, whizzing around in strong forces. To the current that doesn’t connect to ours, the abyss down below. I need to go to the enchantress.”

“No!” Kiko jolted, frantically shaking her leaves. “You can’t! You know that. She’s a demon, a – a monster!”

“I’m going. The witch will be able to help. She’s the only one who could advise me.”

The thought of seeing his princess on two legs gave Hoseok the courage he needed to proceed with his foolish actions. He had traveled to where no merfolk dared to go. Advancing his body though the tough of the whirlpool – pass the boiling under gasses, a thick heavily bog that shrouded the turf.

The enchantress lived in a horrid place, all the trees and bushes were gloomy and of dying bowiea weeds. Serpents shooting up out of the ground with lengthy branches that tickled with disgusting fingers of worms. Polypi dressing the skirts of the seafloor and clustering up this wooded area.

Every plant was twisted and mangled in its own way, clutching onto random items. Skeletons of a number of fish and human beings who had drowned were in the grasps of these eager unseemly trees. He swiftly made his way through these bushes and herbs of horror, arriving to a small place that was occupied by large sluggish snails. In the middle of this terrain, stood a house build of broken shards of ships, bones, and shattered mussels.

Along the entrance way to this house floated a darkened figure, cloaked with a slick seaweed. It turned to face the colorful prince who peered over towards it. A loud cackle noise up roared from the witch; her shoulders shook with each breath. “Oh my – what honor do I have here? Prince of the South Atlantic. What a delicate blue tail you have.”

Hoseok stood still in his area, eyeing the being before him. Tentacles dragged beyond her, her writhing arms dangled to her sides and pieces of her hair abnormally distorted around her head in a wicked manner.

“You know me?”

“I know much. Well. I hear many. I see most,” said she to the aqua blue prince. “I know what you want, and it’s quite mindless. Yet I shall assist you, for a price.” The sorceress hovered; brushing pass her field of snails. “You wish to get rid of your tail for a set of those dainty stilts like those pathetic humans have. You fancy a princess above the water. So, I’ve heard.” The wicked woman snickered.

“What a pity, such gorgeous of blues to be snuffed out. But nonetheless, I shall help royalty with no delay.”

“You will?” Hoseok hoped, enthusiastic to the mysterious witch. “What do I owe for your time?”

The enchantress turned towards the opening of her house, floating down into the pit of it. “Come child, I shall show you.”

A large cauldron rested in the middle of the singular room; every moment new ingredients were thrown into the slump of its dome. Mixed smoke and foams sizzling throughout the water. “I will make you a potion – one you will drink as you make it up to the surface. You shall sit on the coast and swallow it whole, and then your tail of beautiful aqua and gold will shrivel and shrink from under you – to things which men call legs.”

Another puff of smoke plumed in the water, a zap of her ingredients fusing together in a rancid smell. “This transformation will be extremely painful after all; you will feel as if a sharp blade passed through your body though no blood shall spill. You’ll retain that beautiful face of yours, your undulation movements of dance. Light on your feet, throughout days on land it will grow to be more difficult to walk. Imagine thousands of blades slicing through your soles with each step you take.”

Hoseok watched the cauldron fill to the brim, gooey discolored liquids lofting around like a stew. He listened intensely to the warnings of the sea witch, but his dedication held strong within him. “You haven’t told me what the price is.”

The witch cackled once more, cutting her arm to allow thick black blood drip down into the pot. “Your voice is the price I ask.”

Hoseok trembled watching the potion being concocted in front of his own eyes. A level on uncertainty settling in the pit of his stomach. “How long do I have?”

“Until your princess falls in love – shall decide your fate. If you seek the princess’s heart, love to such degree that she leaves her family for you, that you flood her mind and wishes – you will remain human. If sorrowfully on the day she is united to another will you see your sadness. Forced back into a merman and you will surrender your kingdom to me.”

“But if you take my voice from me,” spoke the aqua tailed prince, “What do I have to charm the princess? How am I going to communicate with her?”

“Your graceful form of course,” replied the sorceress. “Your speaking eyes, that handsome face that you bestow. You can infatuate a vain meek human heart with your beauty, can you not? Your dance speaks wonders – I’ve heard many stories.” Her arm laced around the shoulder of the prince, eyeing the dangling pearl that hung from his lobe.

“Now speak into my shell,” she held a conch in his view. “Speak to the sea in return for my magic drink.”

And so, he spoke, whispers of nothings but wishes, of thanks, and hopes. His orotund voice slowly being sucked away by a magical blue hue that breathed from his mouth to the inners of the magical conch.

The witch handed a vial of the finished potion, a translucent liquid that swirled around a clear glass. “Remember to swallow all and prepare yourself for the pain.” Her witch laugh resounded loud through the room.

Hoseok trailed back the same way he came, through the heavily wooded thicket of long polypi that bent away from him the moment he drew near. The foaming streams produced from the buzzing whirlpool laid still as he entered. Scrubs and plants dissipating with his presence.

Once he returned back to his home it was late; lamps in the apartments of the palace were extinguished, families were fast asleep. His halls were dimly lit, the garden shimmered in the moonlight, and his room pitch dark. He was voiceless, the words he wishes to spill to his dear friend Kiko will never reach her. But he chose to try, to gain her attention in her own little quarters.

At her wake she was startled, it was the middle of the night though she heard no noise from Hoseok. His hand tapped on his throat multiple times, signaling a language of no speech. He held the bottle to his pet and shook it with delight. With hopeful eyes he glanced up, referencing the plane between the two worlds. All his attempts to hint his next actions.

“What have you done!?” Kiko jolted from her rest, hollering at the Prince who looked all too pleased with his decision. “Hoseok please, no!”

He smiled his wide bright smile and swam away, not asking for Kiko to follow but she was persistent. She swam alongside him all the way through the dark blue waters to the world above as she did many times before. She wanted to protect Hoseok and be there for him at all costs.

The moon still shone in the sky when they rose from the depts to Hoseok’s casual lounging rocks. The ocean was still, swiftly washing waves ashore and receding back into the sea. He made his way to the shallows, to the area where he once touched when he saved the drowning princess from the wreckage.

A sorrowful look he exchanged with his leafy creature; he was aware of leaving his realm behind on the pursuit of learning about the land and to find his lovely princess. That once he drank this clear liquid, he will turn into one of them, no longer allowed to swim down to his realm because his tail would be no more.

He felt the liquid run down his throat as he tilted his head back, the mix drink oozed its way down his body like a sharp knife cutting from the inside and he fell to the ground clutching his stomach. The excruciating pain sliced his insides overwhelming the human-to-be, a resounded tear of a sudden split of his fin filleting… was last heard before he fainted.

When the sun was reaching over the mountains of the east, Hoseok awoke; and he immediately felt the burning pain in all of his limbs and organs. He inhaled exaggeratedly, clutching his hand over his chest as he leaned up. Fresh air burning its way through his new human lungs, the dryness of his mouth making him feel even more worse. The waters washed him up further on the shore, sand now surrounding his body and his now new pair of legs.

His eyes grew wide looking down between himself and the sea. Looking at the bare of his legs, a set of limbs that do not work like how his tail once had. Naturally, he moved the limbs one by one, turning his ankles, bending his knees, and wiggling his toes. Tiny appendages that matched the ten fingers on his hands, just smaller.

Hoseok sat in complete nude, just basking in the glow of the sun and the breeze of the wind. Until a squeak drew his attention from the water, a flip and a splash. It was Kiko – who must have stayed all night with him.

He opened his mouth, yet nothing came out. Something he needs to get used to now and figure out how to sign language his way through gestures. Instead he waved and smiled excitedly, motioning his hands towards his legs which he waved in the air with joy.

“Are you crazy? Cover yourself up Hoseok!”

Kiko darted around the water, looking for something to give the poor prince for some decency. Pieces of seaweed or kelp won’t do – something bigger needs to cover his bottom half. Lucky for them, remains of the past shipwreck still lurked in the waters. A torn fabric, from a mast, nonetheless, trapped under a broken wooden plank drifted in the sunken water not too far from the shore.

Hoseok remained unphased. More intrigued and preoccupied with these unsteady legs, he almost didn’t notice the added appendage that laid between them. The one thing Kiko was most nervous about, the lack of modesty. That’s no way for Hoseok to go about on land – oh most certainly not!

“Hoseok!” Kiko arrived closer, drawing Hoseok’s attention. “There’s cloth down here, I can’t remove it myself. But you need it, quickly! Come!” She flittered her little fins around the area, “Right down here!”

He bent his knees up, pushed off the ground with enough force to lift his body stable on the flats of his feet. Instantly he started wobbling, teetering left and right as he stumbled towards the water. Not only trying to understand the concepts of walking, looking like a toddler who needed the support to stand up. The witch was right – he felt light on his feet, he swiftly moved with jagged balance. But unfortunate to him, there was a buildup of thorn-stabbing pain with each step.

Hoseok fell, not gracefully, into the water where his limbs straight away felt at ease and cooled off. The threatening pain not causing him anymore discomfort. He drifted towards Kiko, kicking his legs erratically to stay afloat. His eyebrows raised, beckoning a questioned look for Kiko to guide him.

Reaching down through the green weeds, he caught hold of a wet material, yanking it up from under the object it was crammed under. It was thin, but long enough to cover him whole.

Resting his bottom on the sands of the shore once more, he twisted the material around his tapered waistline, right above his prodding hip bones and securing it tight with a knot. A crafted loincloth decorated around him, long enough to reach the tops of his knees. Hoseok’s eyes formed happy-crescent shapes when looking back to his floating buddy, enjoying his small victory.

Kiko observed Hoseok, watched him closely. There was almost a young childlike aspect on is features, his fascination, his wide eyes of wonder taking in his new environment. A wide grin from ear to ear, eyes sparkling in the beautiful sunlight. Hoseok still looked just as handsome as he did when he was adorned his aqua tail. And Kiko prayed from that moment forward that this journey Hoseok choose to take himself – will hopefully play out in his favor.

Seagulls squawked overhead, the gentle air tickling his skin. The reassuring sounds of the waves drifting in and out causing the heart wrenching feeling of home resolve the hollow of his chest.

A sudden uproar of noise startled the prince, coming from the edging of the cliff. A familiar noise he has heard once before but couldn’t quite understand what it was – until he saw it. A black four-legged figure barking along the sands, rushing in every which way with a snout that sniffed up into the air.

Hoseok’s face grew pale when he locked eyes with the creature. He had to get out of there, he didn’t know what this creature was capable of and it sure as well wasn’t human.

The large animal bolted towards Hoseok, yapping it’s head off with excitement. Fearful, Hoseok jumped up on a nearby bolder – one high enough to prevent the beast to touch him as it came close. It didn’t look threatening upon closer inspection; black fur coated this four-legged mut, and it had a tail as well! Is this what a dog was? He’s seen artworks that had these human pets in them, but none looked like this dog that woofed at him.

Hoseok shooed the dog with a wave of his hand, making a disgruntled face. Over the commotion between man and dog, Hoseok didn’t notice a curious wondering human making its way hesitantly. “Toby! Toby where’d you go! You need to help me find these shells – oh my!” A female in a simple tight-fitted bodice and a flowing skirt that covered down to her ankles, crept forward; a netted satchel filled with seashells slinked over her shoulder that she held closer to her body.

Her eyes met with Hoseok’s, frozen. It was her, Princess Y/n. Even though she wasn’t dressed in her elegant gown, decorated in her pretty jewelry, she still looked just as beautiful. Hoseok remained star-struck, as if he was seeing the princess for the very first time. Mouth agape, eyes fixed inquiringly on the stunning girl who stood meters away from him. The continuous barks of the Toby-beast unwavering until the princess scolded it.

“Toby! Down boy! Leave that man alone!” She called her pet back, rushing over to stop him from intruding the man on the rocks space. “I’m so sorry! Toby can be a bit overwhelming. But I assure you he’s really kind!” She managed to hold back her pet, trying to calm him down and get him to sit for her.

Hoseok looked down, preserving his surprised state. He smiled at the princess’s warm features, her soft delicate skin and whisking hair that was pinned out with a bow in the back.

The princess looked up at Hoseok, having a moment of déjà vu – something about this was all too familiar to her. “You seem… are you? Have – have we met before?” The words stumbled out of her mouth, in amazement as her eyes casted up to the glowing stranger. He was gorgeously handsome, his hair long and wavy, his smile so sincere and shining in the sun. Those almond colored eyes that captured the deepest of blues within them dazed back at her.

Hoseok eagerly shook his head – yes yes, they have met before!

“We have met! I knew it!” she exclaimed. “What is your name?”

Hoseok mouthed the formation of his name, but nothing came out. Frustrating the poor man even more, his lips pulled down into a frown. It’s as if his larynx was completely removed from his throat, the voice box completely vanished from within.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” The curious princess spoke with worry. “Can you not speak?”

Exasperated, Hoseok held his fists up in a struggling fight with himself, scrunching his face along with it. This was his one and only time he can talk to her, yet he couldn’t form the words he wanted to say. Panic-stricken, he motions his arms and hands in spur of erratic movements. Trying to signal his distress.

“Oh, something is wrong? You’re hurt? You need help?”

Hoseok reached forward too far, losing his stability on top of the rock and falling forward. He was clumsy, landing in the sand right in front of the princess and blushing from embarrassment. Toby jumped over towards the fallen man, now licking up the side of his face and showering him with a handful of kisses.

“Oh gee – Toby! Off of him!” she hollered, now lunching herself to save Hoseok from her furry dog. “I’m so sorry!” Hoseok’s face was lifted up with a smile again, giggling at the cuteness of this Toby animal.

The princess relaxed, seeing that there was no threat at hand when the stranger started playing back with Toby. She saw how he wasn’t properly dressed, lost his clothes and his voice. Her soft heart churned with sympathy, “Don’t worry, I’ll help you. You must have gone through something terrible recently. Let me help you up.”

The princess escorted Hoseok back to her palace, offering her assistance as he limped oddly while he walked. Once exposed, no thanks to Toby’s cheerful barking, servants brought the nearly naked man a set of expensive clothes.

“Princess Y/n! Who – what do we have here?” A maid rushed over holding out a robe already set open for the guest. “I thought you were looking for shells,” the maid turned to eye Hoseok. Capturing in his natural beauty essence. “not – not a man.”

The princess laughed, hiding a tinted pink blush from her embarrassment. “Ms Gretta, I assure you I didn’t mean to stumble upon this man. Toby ended up finding him! But he needs help! I think he may be sick.”

“Oh, sweet child. Haven’t we told you not to go running off alone? It’s dangerous for a woman of your status to be out there unsupervised!” The maid slunk the robe around Hoseok’s shoulders, covering him up.

The princess smiled softly, “But, I wasn’t alone. I had Toby!”

Her maid tsk’d, rolling her aging eyes. “Dear, Toby is not an excuse. Please next time, would you be careful?” She averted her attention to the strange man who stood still in the center of their foyer. “Come here young one, let’s get you cleaned up.”

The princess’s maid who addressed the man’s hygiene, escorted Hoseok down the hall. He looked over his shoulder in confusion has he was pushed along the tiled floors, looking at the princess who waved innocently. “I’ll see you soon!” she said.

Hoseok was led into a bejeweled decorative washroom. Gold encrusted handles and trimming, a similar color to the specks that scattered throughout his tail. A large bath displayed in the center, filling up with steamy warm water and colorful bubbles. A pricy chandelier hung from the center right above the tub.

“Now now, I’ll leave you to your privacy, sir. And I’ll come back to check on you. I’ll leave your clothes and towels on the counter right here. Please feel free to use whatever toiletries you need.” The maid bowed before stepping out of the room.

Hoseok walked over to the tub, feet now aching terribly. The bubbles reminded him of the foam that he’s seen a hundred of times on the plane of the water. Dissolved organic matter from algal blooms. It surprised him, however, that these bubbles came with a fresh scent.

Stepping into the tub his feet promptly soothed over from the dull pain. His knees bucked from under him, forcing a splash of water to rise above the edge of the tub and splattering across the tile below. The element of water was natural to him, it was alleviating him. Bubbles fluttered in the air, a cascade of them landing down on top of his head. He loved it; humans had all of the elements. Water, earth, air and fire.

“Darling please, no more nonsense of this. We need to focus on your studies.”

Princess Y/n and her mother, the Queen, were enjoying teatime in the dining hall with high painted ceilings and checkered flooring. With additions of a ruby red rug, large window plates, and a fireplace structured on the western wall.

Each dressed in their civil casual wear, a baby blue dress for the princess and an elegant topaz green for the queen. They sipped together while staring off at the scenic views outside. “I understand mother. I just turned a new age, please let me enjoy my time just a bit longer,” the princess begged.

“Darling, you know your positioning. We must find you a partner to be wed. There’s many suitors from several kingdoms who are in your age group.”

The princess remained silent, savoring the last bit of tea from her cup. What the queen didn’t know was that the young princess has been waiting for the day to find that man who had saved her. She wanted to express her gratitude and appreciation to the person on the beach. The princess knew there was no way she had dreamed of the man, but unfortunate for her, she sorrowfully cannot remember his face. Only fractions and figments of her memories weave together of that morning. The sun was glaring down into her eyes during the only time she could see him, but she remembered his voice. The audible feature that made her know that he was real.

The word, the greeting, “Hello.” Was the only excuse for her brain to process that hazy morning as real. She heard the person speaking to her. She wished, all this time to see him once more. Before she had to leave her kingdom for good, united with another man from a different country, she was determined to find that person who had saved her.

Every so often, when her schedule allowed it, she would journey down onto the beach. Strolling along the shore picking up pieces of washed up shells and rocks to add to her own collection of aquatic artifacts. And with each trip, she hoped to see that person once more.

“Y/n, are you even listening to me?” The disgruntled tone in the queen’s voice drew the princess’s attention. She blinked, opening her mouth to speak when suddenly she was interrupted.

“Go on – no need to be shy!” prodded the maid, pushing Hoseok forward.

Hoseok approached through the double-wide doors into the dining hall, now dressed in his borrowed rich clothes. A comfortable tunic that fell loose around his arms, black pants that rolled up by the ankles, and a thick belt that sat snug against his waist. It was a simple outfit, casual and relaxed. The only thing that looked more tasteful to the naked eye, something that looked priceless, was the singular pearl earring that hung from his ear.

He stepped towards the princess and queen with an astonished look on his face. The room surrounding them was marvelous, designed beautifully and almost as beautiful as his back in his underwater realm. He was nervous but happy, twiddling his thumbs between another as he stopped at a safe distance. He curtseyed with regard, gaining both the women of the room’s curiosity.

The princess stood up excitedly, “You look amazing – lively! Gretta has done a great job helping you!”

Hoseok nodded bashfully, his smile still present. The princess swore that there was a sudden twinkle in his beautiful beaming eyes when he reconnected their gazes.

“This is the man you found out on the beach?” the queen addressed the two with a quirked brow. “My, he is quite the visual. Young man, what is your name?”

Both Hoseok and Y/n turned to face the queen properly, a warily grin accompanied the both of them. “Mother, I’m afraid he’s a mute.” Hoseok timidly rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, sending the queen an apologetic look.

Perturbed, the queen pursed her lips and nodded slightly. “I see. That’s very luckless my dear.” The queen’s eyes scanned the innocent male in front of her, seeing no threat in any nature. “You are welcomed to spending time here, as Y/n requested. Please make yourself feel at home and do not hesitate to ask, er – to seek out for any help.” Her lips upturned genuinely.

Hoseok bowed as a sign of respect and thanks. Feeling giddy, his body vibrated with delight.

“Come here, please sit. You must be malnourished.” The queen gestured to a seat at the elongated table. “Food will be served shortly.”

It was a bright chipper day, cool calm and collective. Noisy birds chirped from outside his guest room, a sound he never had the privilege to waking up to. Their squawks and chirps sounding as one of a melodic tune. Little animals making conversations with another, flapping their wings to soar high above the buildings and structures outside Hoseok’s window.

Hesitantly, he pulled the curtain aside to allow the view before him expand. The colors of the palaces garden were gleaming with charm, fantastic brand-new species of plants of all sorts of colors captivated his sights.

He slowly leaned over the railing of the windowsill, sticking his head out further into the air. If he was back in his realm he could simply just swim out, but here he was grounded. Out past the front gates, far into the distance of the forestry, was more building structures assembled. More colorful delight sprung from them, decorations and flags waving in the wind. It indeed was a beautiful day above the water, and Hoseok’s urge to explore was thriving within him.

An echoed knock resonated from the door, causing Hoseok to whip his head in the direction and walked his bare feet over to open the custom designed wooden door. Just before he turned the handle he glanced over at the shallow tub he grabbed from his quarter’s bathroom last night. It was still was filled with cooled water which he used the for his feet.

Another knock causing Hoseok to jump with the sound. He creaked the door open to pry his head curiously through the crack, and he was met with the maid who had assisted him throughout yesterday – Gretta.

“Good morning, sir!” She smiled warmly giving him a tiny nod. It took her a moment to remember she wasn’t going to hear a greeting back, due to Hoseok’s lack of voice. That didn’t derail her train of thoughts though, “I have fresh clothes for you!” She raises the materials in her arms higher up, catching Hoseok’s view.

He nodded, stepping back with the door, allowing Gretta to walk through. Hoseok stood there uncertain with his nightwear still snug on him, watching Gretta make her way to a side table to place the essentials down. She too noticed the tub laying besides the bed, filled with water.

“Miss Y/n was curious if you’d like to join her for the street festival in town today? There are many activities to partake in! She’s grown quite curious about you as well.” Gretta rambled, laying out the selected choice of menswear. It was similar to the previous day outfit, large relaxing soft blue tunic decorated with small detailed floral patterns and another pair of black trousers. There was also a bronzy gold belt laid out along with a set of – a set of…?

“These boots are made out of cowhide, sturdy for long walks on the roads. You don’t need to worry about getting them dirty!”

Oh, they’re called boots. Hoseok mentally noted the two neat glossy brown oddities. But the idea of long walks pulled his face into a grimace – he’ll need a break from walking frequently. He’ll need to find something to soak his feet in to cool of the agonizing stabbing pain that jolted through the pads of his feet the more he stepped.

“Shall I tell the princess you’ll be ready in twenty minutes? We’ll pull a carriage up in the meantime.” Gretta smiled over at the handsome young lad that stood motionless near the door. There was a natural aura about the boy, something ‘off’ for Gretta but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Hoseok bobbed his head excitedly, smiling at the fact he’ll get to see the princess once again. With joy he hurriedly grabbed at the fabrics, with no hesitation or decency to whip off his nightshirt in one swift movement. Gretta hastily turned her eyes away, heading towards the door just as quick. She laughed slightly, “I will clean up the room when you’re out in town.” From there the click of the door was heard with Gretta’s exit, and Hoseok is stumbling over himself trying to place these so-called ‘boots’ over his damn feet.

The carriage carried Hoseok, Y/n, and two guards into town. The settlement was garnished with florals, furnished with twisted wreaths and tangled vines. Banners hung building to building, colors of pinks, greens, blues, and purples scattered universally. Sculptures of flowers made out of papers and sheer fabrics hung down from above. Bodies of men, women and kids moving about another in dance, or between food stands, shops, and miscellaneous vendors.

It was beautiful for a land festival, but for a moment it reminded Hoseok of his brother’s recent party. There were similarities between the two of course, but there was something different at the same time. Nothing could compare to each other because in Hoseok’s view, land and water were forever going to be different.

The princess walked alongside Hoseok, humming herself a soft tune from an ongoing flute player. Peering down at the lovely princess, Hoseok couldn’t help but smile at the way her eyes wondered around as if she’s searching for something in particular. She smiled when greeted by passersby’s, declining offers of home-made treats and gifts.

“You know – I still don’t know your name. Do you go by a name?” Y/n spoke directly to Hoseok, but her eyes were looking through the crowd of people. Once she glanced up to meet his beautiful brown eyes, she had a mischievous smile. Hoseok nodded, furrowing his brows. He had to think of a way to tell her his name or find something that was close enough to relate back to him.

He turned his head left and right, looking for objects or scenery to point at. But there was nothing in his sights that satisfied him or suited him. Maybe a color would be easier? So, he looked around, pointing out the first blue thing he could find.

“Flower?” she questioned, smiling to herself. But with Hoseok responding with an unenthusiastic look she tilted her head. He searched again, grabbing at items and widgets all in different shades of blue. He held them towards Y/n, motioning the importance with his hand on his chest. Me! These are me! He was referencing.

Even the guards attempt to shout out answers to Hoseok’s amusing charade. Band? Berries? Belt? Cloth? Plate? Bracelet?

Hoseok grew more and more frustrated with the wrong answers he sighed in defeat. Sitting himself down on a bench that perched besides a bridge. He was stumped, blowing a breath of air up into his falling bangs.

“It’s okay!” The princess joined him on the bench, patting Hoseok on the shoulder. “We don’t need to worry about it.”

A pang within his chest tightened over his heart when he looked back to the princess’s sincere eyes. That feeling pinched a sensitive nerve within him, he was stunned by the beautiful princess. Dare he admit that he may be smitten over her rosy cheeks, the way her smile drew a smile from him.

Her gaze flickered to the bead that hung from his lobe, the jewel that adorned his single earring. It glittered in the light, something she never has seen before. But Hoseok could see the small twinkle in the reflection of her orbs.

“It’s beautiful. That pearl you have.” Her wondering finger pointed at the ornament.

The moment she inched closer to Hoseok’s jewel he moved back in retaliation, quickly holding up his hand to catch hers. It’s natural for him to protect the one thing that holds his realm intact. The princess drew back her breath at the sudden movement. She didn’t know he was acting on defense, and they both looked shocked at another.

Hoseok held his hands up innocently, waving them as he wished to apologize. His distressed face was frantic and upset.

“Hey! Hey! Don’t worry! It’s okay!” she grabbed at Hoseok’s hands, holding them together. “I’m sorry.”

Hoseok wanted to say that it wasn’t her fault, it was his. And that he was the one who was sorry. He’s the one that was masquerading around with no voice, bending his mannerisms to the ill façade he needed to do.

A deep sigh exhaled through Hoseok, cocking his head to the side and tongue prodding the inside of his cheek. It now dawned on the poor prince that this indeed will be difficult. Between their hands Hoseok caught a glimpse of something resonating, a small glow mirroring off of another’s skin. Another frightened jump came from Hoseok, looking down at his hands.

He’s seen this before. It wasn’t as strong but that glow nonetheless was definitely similar to the one Jimin had with his human friend. It had to be. But this didn’t happen at all yesterday?

The princess looked befuddled at Hoseok’s behavior – such a strange man she thought.

Hoseok ran his hands through his wavy hair, resting his elbows on his knees and chin on his palm. He side-eyed the princess, smirking slightly as if he thought of something clever.

Y/n caught herself staring at the outline of this man’s profile. The silk of his hair shining in the sunlight, the scoop of his delicate nose, the pucker of his smooth lips. If she wasn’t such a headstrong lady she may have been blushing the first moment she came in contact with him.

Unexpectedly, Hoseok got off the bench. He waved on the princess and their two guards towards a vendor he was walking towards. As they approached, they see Hoseok surrounding himself with branches and twines of flowers, folding and weaving them together. ‘Flower Crowns’ labeled on a sign right above the shop, with a handful of premade crowns with ribbons ready to be bought.

But Hoseok took the initiative to interlace his own craft, bending the steams and twigs of these colorful tangerine colored flowers. Once he secured it safely in a round band, he turned, offering the circlet with a wide grin to Y/n.

She giggled, taking an exaggerated bow, and waited for Hoseok to bestow the new fashion atop her dome. It was like uniting his princess, unifying her to be a queen with a beautiful crown. The orange of the blossoms complimented the tint of pink on her cheeks.

“Thank you so much! Here let me give you one!”

Y/n looked around the small shop, eyeing the various cluster of garlands. Her eyes land one a particular one, perhaps it stood out because she was already primed with the color already. A blueish, greenish bundle of flowers knotted within a band; specks of little yellow daisies crisscrossed within them.

‘Interesting’, thought Hoseok. The princess picked out colors of which resembled his long-lost tail. Was it coincidence or – “Hydrangea flowers are so colorful!” She cooed. “Look at these ruffles of aquas and turquoise! And these yellow daisies!”

That’s it! Aqua! She can call him aqua, at least that’s a small portion of his real name. Hoseok pointed at the princess, then back at himself. He waved his hands for her to speak again with desperation in his eyes.

“What? The daisies?” She quirked a brow. No! shouted Hoseok’s inner conscience. He then pointed at the blue petals, running his finger around the anthers and blade of each petal. “The hydrangea? They’re blue?” She questioned. But when Hoseok shook his head severely as emphasis to the word blue, the princess caught on. “Oh! Blue? No – wait… not blue. Turquoise? Oh… not that one. Wait, aqua? You like Aqua!?”

As desperate for a man could be without his voice, Hoseok strained everything within himself from jumping up with glee when she understood the one thing she needed to know.

“Aqua? Hm, that’s a peculiar name.” She rested her finger on her lips as she pondered.

Hoseok pouted, knowing very well that his name is not short from his real title. The princess snickered to herself, thinking it’s quite cute that this ‘Aqua’ guy was pulling a sulky face.

“I like it.” She exclaimed as she raised the crown over Hoseok’s head and placed it gently on top. The flowers suited him; the coloration looked right. And if he wasn’t already a handsome fellow, he sure looked like one now.

“Here, I want to show you something, Aqua!”

The princess zig-zagged through the street full of people alongside her guards. Hoseok trailed close by, taking in more of the views and shops of the town. Y/n led the group to an opening within the city, a larger circled area with one big cast stone fountain with jets of water cascading out of a mermaid statue.

Folk music was playing, a band off to the side with a handful of instruments Hoseok has never seen before, violins, trumpets, and guitars – but Hoseok didn’t know the names of these. As if they were just like Namjoon and Yoongi. Composers.

Innocent singers harmonizing off to the side, a sweet melodic song. Their tunes were catchy, and the upbeat tempo pulsed within him. Just how Taehyung’s and Seokjin’s voices conducted.

When Hoseok watched the people danced around their merry ways, impulsively he wanted to dance too.

Hoseok looked down at his legs, almost criticizing the way he needed to work with both legs than a tail to do what his body used to do so fluidly beneath the waves of the sea. Maybe he can, maybe he could try.

In the midst of the princess trailing on about how much she adored the fountain and surrounding shells that decorated the sturdy stone, Hoseok wondered into the crowd. Drawn to the music and he started to dance around them all.

Hoseok stretched out his delicate arms, thin but strong as he hovered gracefully between person to person. Every movement, every agonizing step he took, became more and more in symmetry. He twirled with elegance, just as he did in the ocean. His expression of enjoyment, of love and compassion spoke through his eyes and it touched the hearts of surrounding villagers.

Nobody has seen someone move like Hoseok did, and even more spectators joined in the dance solemnly because of how inviting Hoseok looked.

The princess turned her head to the commotion that riled up, noticing that Aqua was no longer next to her but in the crowd. He was performing his best with little experience on two legs.

Hoseok locked eyes with Y/n, who gawked at the way he looked. Effortless motion, stylish and tasteful swaying.

It was then when the princess decided she wanted to get to know this person more; she wanted to know more about Aqua and figure out his background.

Once the song ended, the bodies halted in place. A round of applause cheered about, circling around Hoseok who stood there with the shyest of smiles. He could only stare back at his princess though, blocking out the views and townsmen around him.

“That was wonderful!” The princess encouraged with clapping hands. “You dance?”

With a nod, Hoseok cloaked the impending pain that was stabbing his feet. He shouldn’t have danced – it worsened the torture, but he couldn’t help the way his body naturally coursed to the music. He walked up to Y/n who stood near the fountain, just as he reached her a spasm pain shot up his foot and forced his knee to buckle.

It ached, cramps gnawing away at his muscles. His stumbling landed him on the fountains edge, sitting his body down on the stone.

“Oh, are you hurt? What’s wrong?” Y/n examined over Hoseok’s scrunched up face. He glowered his sight towards his feet as he kicked off his boots. He cannot keep his feet contained any longer, he needs to relieve them before he can’t walk anymore.

“You’re feet?”

His feet were bare, but severely reddened. Blisters forming on the heels of his feet. He turned his head to look up at the mermaid fountain, eyeing the lengthy tail of stone, reminiscing to himself. Though he’s only been a day without a tail, he can only imagine having it as substitute for this pain.

Once he looks back to the Princess, his thoughts vanished. If it wasn’t for his deal, he wouldn’t have gotten these legs. And with these legs, knees, and feet, he was able to meet Princess Y/n – again.

Without thinking clearly about his next course of action, Hoseok spun himself on the edge to submerge his feet into the fountain.

The cool temperature of the water instantly relieved the throbbing ache, soaking his blistering skin.

Appalled citizens shuttered at the act; the guards were quick to lean towards Hoseok but the princess halted them with her hand. “Uhm, Aqua… you can’t do that.” She kept her voice hushed but stern. “If your feet hurt, we can help you back at the palace. But you can’t dip them in the fountain – please take them out.”

Hoseok complied, not wanting to anger anyone. He only reacted based of instinct, he knew the water was going to help him subside at least for a moment.

The princess ordered a guard to fetch the carriage, requesting for them to pick the group up right here. Soon they were traveling back up the lengthy road to the front gates of her home.

#bangtanhq #bangtanarmynet #ficswithluv #btsbookclub #magicshopnet #armysource #crosscurrents #crosscurrents part 2 #hoseok x reader #mermaid au #bts fanfic #mermaid hoseok #jung hoseok #jhope #hobi #bts #series #hoseok

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Prince Luke fanfic Recs

@silvereddaye you know the drill

For all your Prince Luke Skywalker/ Amidala/Organa etc needs. Also ft a lot of Leia Skywalker along with that.

1. The Prince and the Bodyguard Toomanyfandoms99

Bail is unsure why he’s being told this, but he is intrigued. “Where is the boy now?”

“Here,” Mon smiles, “on this base, being cared for by Shara Bey and Kes Dameron.”

Bail nods upon recognizing the names. Shara is their best pilot, and Kes is their best combat leader.

“However,” Mon states, “they cannot care for the boy full-time. There is something...unique about him. Something you are more equipped to handle.”

Bail narrows his eyes. “What?”

“Ezra Bridger is Force-sensitive,” Mon reveals.

Bail leans back in his chair and blinks once. “I see…”

“If your son is anything like his true parents,” Mon says, “he will soon require guidance. This boy also requires that guidance.”

“So,” Bail says, “you want me to shield them both from the Empire. Get them a...teacher.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22633573/chapters/54092221

2.First Impressions Idhren15

Mara Jade attended the rich party on Coruscant for one purpose: to kidnap the Alderaan heir, Prince Luke Organa.

She didn't expect any of these complications.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22740592

3. Crowned Usurper planningconquest

Princess Leia managed to capture the elusive rebel Jedi. She finds someone she never expected.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17663147/chapters/41657678

4. The kidnappings of a Sith Lord maedre13

How a certain Sith Lord may or may not kidnap his rebel son. One-shots. Strongly inspired by sparklight´s “Where Our Intrepid Hero Doesn´t Get Away”.

Current chapter: In which the prince of the Sith gets a new bodyguard (3/3)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10606992/chapters/23453241

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10606992/chapters/52681459 (Part 1)

(Note* Fic is episodic often not connecting, sometimes is, so there is a good variety of stories, some involving Prince Luke others not)

5. Sparks SpellCleaver

Vader had every intention of ignoring that petty—if notorious—burglar on Coruscant, until evidence suggested that this "Angel" had Rebel ties.

Meanwhile, Luke never expected his father to actively hunt him down, and he doesn't like it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20031373/chapters/47433331

6. No Distance Far Enough KaelinaLovesLomaris

Imperial Prince Luke Skywalker is kidnapped by the Rebellion. His father is not happy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17549516

7. Hostage Slx99

AU in which Luke grows up as the Prince of Alderaan and Bail and Breha Organa’s son. When Luke is sixteen Bail becomes too outspoken against the Emperor, who sends Lord Vader to take the young prince as a hostage and cow his father into submission. Held captive aboard Vader’s ship, Luke is faced with the unpleasant reality of being the pawn in this power play under his captor’s watchful eyes; until they both realize a thing or two…

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9707774/chapters/21902741

8. Hostage Interludes Slx99

Interlude pieces of the ‘Hostage’ universe from my ongoing long-fic that don't fit into the main story, but which I still wanted to share. Some will be more fun, others more serious. They have no influence on the main story.

Basic premise of the main story: Luke grew up with Bail and Breha Organa as the Prince of Alderaan. When Bail becomes too outspoken against Palpatine he orders Vader to take the young prince as a Hostage. Luke now lives aboard the Executor. He finds out rather soon that Vader is his father and the story goes from there.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15148811/chapters/35129507

9. Hostage

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1063433

10. Runaway SilverDaye

Imperial Prince Luke runs away from home to escape his overprotective father Emperor Vader. Jumping from planet to planet he finds himself creditless on Tatooine. While working for more money to leave the planet, Luke meets an old man named Ben Kenobi. But Luke knows he can't stay in one place for long for surely his father is hunting him down.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14630196/chapters/33813027

11.A Song of Dragon's Fire & Slaves Blood Fan0fFIM17

A Slave is finally truly made Free.

Lost in a strange primitive Land, he takes advantage of his circumstances to rise to the position of King. A Slave, a Jedi Knight, a Lord of the Sith, Darth Vader, Anakin Skywalker, Father, Son, all this and more. Read as he Fights for the Iron-Throne!

Winter Is Coming!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15400920/chapters/35743227

12. My sister has it jedileia (cptnwintersoldier)

"You want me to fight my dad? Kill him? How could you think I would be capable on any of that, after what I just heard? Have I been training just so I could kill my father? Is that what this Jedi training was about? If so then i deeply regret the evening I went to look for parts for my speeder and ended up at Obi-Wan's yard."

Leia, a farm girl from Tatoiine, learns that she is force sensitive and the daughter of the evil Darth Vader, once known as Anakin Skywalker. She begins her Jedi training, meets her twin brother Luke Organa and confronts his father.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6537682/chapters/14957098

13. what is lost in the darkness.....hanorganaas

Starkiller is destroyed, the great Jedi Hero who saved the Galaxy Leia Skywalker Solo and her husband Han are presumed dead, and Luke mourns. But he isn't alone in his grief

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7668604

14. our eyes; they were pointed at the sky (looking for answers) pieandsouffle

The last few weeks have been a nightmare: Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru are dead and gone, the farm is skeletal and dead, she found out her father was a Jedi, brutally murdered by a traitorous friend, and now she's going to die because Han Solo is an incompetent nerf-herder who is apparently completely incapable of opening a krething door.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11159772/chapters/24904917

15. Possibilities of If May Be - Valerie_Vancollie

Co-authored by Selinthia Avenchesca.

What if two different Star Wars realities started to merge?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12946578

16. Skywalker Swap - stitchy

https://archiveofourown.org/series/930435

(Note Series is a mixture of a fancomic and a fanfic and it is glorious)

17. There Is Another stitchy

A comicbook retelling of Episode IV in the spirit of the old Star Wars Infinities!

Luke and Leia are placed in opposite homes after the fall of the Republic. Young Leia Skywalker is called to adventure when she meets two droids that belong to the strange witch, Old Kah.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10597686/chapters/23428284

(Note* Seriously this comic retelling is fantastic )

18 Here Among The Clouds stitchy

In a universe where Leia Skywalker joins the Rebel Alliance of her long lost brother Prince Luke Organa, the Millenium Falcon and her crew arrive to Cloud City with a fully functioning hyperdrive. In the weeks following the Battle of Hoth, Lando Calrissian becomes entangled in their their quest to defeat the evil Empire.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13507038

19. A Farm girl, a Twink, and an Uber driver- Daniellecluck

This is literally just a collection of drabbles of a New Hope rescue scene various original trilogy scenes but gayer and Luke and Leia swapped places.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13345347/chapters/30553272

20. The Adventures of Leia Skywalker, Episode One: The New Hope MaraWinchester

Nineteen-year-old Leia Skywalker lives with her Aunt and Uncle on the remote desert planet Tatooine, where there’s something ready to kill you behind every corner. Three moons make the nights bitterly cold, and the two suns makes the days unbearably hot. When a droid bought by her uncle contains a message by a prince, asking for help from a legendary Jedi Knight, Leia senses her ticket off world. Little does she know that her journey will take her right and center to a galaxy torn apart by war, involve smugglers of ill repute, and possibly shed more information on her father that she could possibly imagine...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8122483/chapters/18619693

21. Another Kind of Hope Skyrissian (ErinacchiLove)

In a period of a galactic civil war, the brave Rebel Alliance has won their first victory against the Galactic Empire and stolen the plans of the Empire's ultimate weapon, the Death Star.

When the starship of Prince Luke Organa, who is transporting the plans, falls under the Empire's attack, the future of the galaxy depends on two droids carrying the secret plans and their new owner, a farm girl named Leia Skywalker.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18705637

22 The Princess, the Smuggler and the Sith Lord's Son Sassaphrass

Han Solo was trying to rescue her Royal Annoyingness from the Death Star when he runs smack into Vader's kid. Naturally he does the logical thing and takes him hostage. This is where the story starts. OR

Luke just wanted to get some snacks when he ran into a Wookie, a Princess and a Space Pirate. The day's pretty much downhill from there.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5751661/chapters/13252696

23. At Least the War is Over Sassaphrass

The only thing Luke and Leia have in common are those nine months they spent in the womb and that time they brought down the Empire.

It's hard to build a new family when the last one got blown to smithereens with the entire planet, but Leia's never thought anything worthwhile would be easy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12663834

24. His Imperial Highness Luke Amidala - Sassaphrass

https://archiveofourown.org/series/744999

25. Chiaroscuro SpellCleaver

A series of oneshots focusing on Luke and Vader's relationship, with other characters occasionally thrown into the mix.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16363772/chapters/38293637

26. Prince Luke Organa: A New Hope -lightningbisexual

An AU where Leia was sent to Tatooine with Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru and Luke was sent to Alderaan as the prince. It begins from where Luke is captured by the Empire in A New Hope. I follow more his story than Leia's because we all know she's going to be a badass on her own and I really want to see Luke grow up and learn to face his fears.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19024390/chapters/45181531

(Note* see sequel below Leia centric)

27. Leia Skywalker: The Empire Strikes Back lightningbisexual

A continuation of my twin swap fic. Leia Skywalker is being sought by the Dark Side and the Light, who both hope to use her power for their own agendas. However, her ferocity and anger make it difficult for her to train as a Jedi. Han Solo is also developing feelings for Prince Luke Organa and has no goddamn clue how to deal with it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20533487/chapters/48737117

28. Between the Light and Shadows: Luke & Vader One-Shots SilverDaye

One-shot collection focused on Luke and Vader. All AU.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15128117/chapters/48583628

29. How the Other Half Lives -aradian_nights

(Note* How can I talk about Prince Luke fics without mentioning them cause WOW. 10/10. I highly recommend even if you aren’t a fan of the Prince Luke trope cause wow. It is something. Warning: Angst . )

https://archiveofourown.org/series/609151.

Trial and Error - https://archiveofourown.org/works/8417668

Layers of Dust - https://archiveofourown.org/works/8900971

For Love of a Queen - https://archiveofourown.org/works/9342596/chapters/21167591

Deep Doubt- https://archiveofourown.org/works/10361913

Vision Void- https://archiveofourown.org/works/10628475/chapters/23511120

Fate Defied- https://archiveofourown.org/works/10947714

When Destinies Split - https://archiveofourown.org/works/11017986/chapters/24552093

Risk and Chance - https://archiveofourown.org/works/11506092/chapters/25817655

A Shout in the Dark - https://archiveofourown.org/works/11699232/chapters/26341971

Walking the Line Between - https://archiveofourown.org/works/13172817/chapters/30129249

AO3 Tag

https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Prince%20Luke/works

#prince luke #luke skywalker #star wars #fanfic recs #fanfic reccomendation #list #sw #leia organa #long post #i am reccomending a lot of fics so hold on

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