#it only took me until the coronation to actually clock on that god save the queen/king is the same tune as my country tis of thee

[the-omni-princess]

Frozen Heart [Chapter 4]

Author: @the-omni-princess 

Summary:  After the war against Hydra, King Bucky comes home to take what has been promised to him since he was young, you. But he is not the same person as the young boy that you grew up with. Can she break through his tough shell and bring back the young man she once fell in love with? Or will she be forced to marry the monster everyone thinks he’s become?

Word Count: 4.7K

Pairing: King!Bucky x Fem!Reader (Royalty Au!)

Warnings:  Soft!Bucky, sickening fluff, a bit of language, Insecure!Bucky, nightmares

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Another week passed by, and you were getting closer again with Bucky. You could tell he was still a bit apprehensive, knowing him, he was probably trying to keep the horrors of the War away from you. Yet, as promised, you waited, having patience with him. Gentle touches that lingered, random small talk, faint smiles shot across tables at meals, the progress was there. It was hard to find times to yourselves, as the entire castle was in a frenzy for Steve’s coronation.

Today was the day, and you couldn’t be prouder of Steve, seeing how hard he was working to make sure the shift between royals went as smoothly as possible. And now I’m just uncomfortable. You groaned softly, Natasha behind you, pulling the strings on your corset tighter. “Can I at least breath Nat? Damn.” You mumbled, the corset already constricting airflow to your lungs.

“You know how traditional the kingdom likes its coronations to be, dresses and corsets included,” Wanda replied for Natasha, both already dressed in proper Lady in Waiting dresses, although Wanda was technically not your lady in waiting but a healer, but semantics. “Besides y/n/n, you look amazing.” Both have already finished your make-up and hair, and now Natasha was tugging the strings of your dress together.

You chanced a glance at the full-length mirror, biting your lip as you saw yourself, it was a far cry from the loose sundresses you adored to wear. The sleeves were off the shoulder, and the corset pushed your breasts up higher. Black and gold adorned the dress, golden rings with the family crest on your fingers and phoenix gold earrings that lightly touched the edge of your shoulders. Your hair was out, the only thing in your hair was the small crown of gold and jewels on top of your head. There wouldn’t be a doubt that you were someone with power and wealth.

Nat’s head poked up from behind your shoulder, “My, my, I wonder how long into the coronation until the Northern King is practically begging for your attention,” she teased, making you blush faintly.

“Nat, it’s Steve’s coronation, and as the princess, I’ll be standing beside my parents, so no messing around. The entire kingdom will be watching,” You reminded lightly, nervously excited, despite knowing the eyes wouldn’t be specifically on you till later in the night. “And later during the ball, Steve will be announcing the Engagement to the people, and in a week, I’ll be following him to the Northern Kingdom.” To say you were nervous about the whole affair was an understatement. Announce an engagement, move with Bucky back to a kingdom you barely knew, and start acting not only as a diplomatic princess and representative to the Southern Kingdom but as the fiancé to the king of a sovereign nation. It was a lot to take in.

“You’ll be perfectly fine y/n/n, and you look lovely,” A new voice joined in, making you spin to face it. You lit up, attacking Steve in a hug, careful not to mess up his uniform.

“And you look amazing!” Steve chuckled, gently putting you down. You could already tell he was nervous, after all, the entire kingdom’s attention (not to mention the world’s attention) was on him. “You will do splendidly, and you’ll be a great king, Stevie.” You gently held his hands, smiling up at him.

He was smiling nervously, “I don’t know y/n/n, it’s all a bit much, I’m not sure I can handle it.” He was entirely serious, his hands already faintly shaking.

“Absolute and utter nonsense, Stevie. You a good, kind man, one hell of a leader, and the most beloved blondie I know. You’ll do amazing, and the kingdom will love you, they already do.” You gently squeezed his hands, letting one go to fix his hair. “Bucky and I are here for another week, and even in the North, I’m a letter or call away. You’ll have support and love, Stevie, you will do amazing things, and I cannot wait to watch.” He smiled faintly at your words, nodding.

“Geez you became so diplomatic in the years I’ve been gone,” he teased.

“And you finally hit that growth spurt,” you replied back instantly. “Oh, and Stevie? That Lady of the Court you have been ogling since you got back? Her name is Peggy Carter, you should gain some courage and actually talk to her, so I don’t have to hear all the gossip from the maids and from her.”

He went red, not realizing his crush had been caught. “I haven’t been ogling… much.” He mumbled. “Wait, you know her y/n/n?”

“She joined court a year into the war, you were too busy trying to ship yourself off you never realized she was there. She’s single too.” You poked his cheek affectionately, “Now go talk to her before the new crown scares her off.” He blinked, chuckling as he realized you were clearly trying to set him up with her.

“Alright, alright, but hurry up y/n/n, Buck’s going to want to see this.” He teased, noticing your blush as he spoke. He quickly walked out the door, off to find his place before the coronation.

Glancing at the clock you groaned, “Come on girls, we are going to end up being late soon.” You gladly took one of each of Nat’s and Wanda’s hands in your own, Nat to your right and Wanda to your left, as you quickly made your way to the throne room. Cameras were already set up, and the few presses allowed in were making comments into small mics, as they would not be allowed to speak once the ceremony started.

Dropping hands, the girls managed to steer your way from the press, leading you to your place beside your parents who were sitting on their respective thrones. Both girls went to their respective spots behind you to the side, close but away. Your eyes ran through the crowd, noting the royals. King T’Challa, Princess Shuri, King Thor, Prince Loki, among a few representatives and warriors your mind provided you with the names for. Hiding off to a corner were the Howling Commandoes, dressed up in the military colors of their respective nations. You smiled, noticing Bucky, despite having the higher birth and the ability to sit near the other royals, opted to stand beside “his Howlies.”

He was already looking at you, smiling faintly as one of the Howlies, Jim Morita you believed, leaned over and said something in his ear. You subtly nodded towards him in acknowledgment, unable to do more than that under the glares of the cameras.

Then the coronation started. As beautiful and patriotic as it was, your eyes kept wandering away from Steve and onto Bucky. Similarly, he also couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. The crowd applauded, prompting you to turn back towards the throne, Steve now sitting on the King’s throne, a golden crown on his head. He locked eyes with you and you gave an encouraging smile. You’ll be a great king, Stevie.

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Time was moving too fast, you decided. One moment you were in the throne room, the next you were in the banquet hall. As the crown princess, and now technical next in line for the throne since Steve was on the throne, and being a woman of age, every eligible bachelor of wealth and power seemed to try for your hand. You turned everyone down, unable to give the reasoning that you were already engaged, simply dancing with whoever asked. You felt eyes on you throughout the evening, already very aware it was Bucky, you finally decided to take a break from dancing. Stepping away from your current dance partner, King Thor of Asgard, with a small curtsy, you rushed as daintily as possible to the bar. Downing the whiskey was easy, momentarily forgetting the princess attitude you were supposed to be currently using. You grabbed a glass of red wine before leisurely heading towards Steve, saving him from the onslaught of women going for the crown instead of the man.

Placing an arm in his you gave your best smile, “Sorry girls, I need to steal the King for a moment,” not waiting for any replies you practically dragged him to the balcony.

He sighed in relief, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Gods, you’re a lifesaver y/n/n, thought my head was going to be bitten off.”

“But that would just make your new crown all bloody,” Bucky’s voice rang out on the quiet balcony as he joined you, standing on the opposite side of you from Steve, causing you to chuckle at the comment.

You smiled faintly up at the two of them, “Are we doing this whole engagement thing yet? My feet are going to fall off if I have to dance with one more person who isn’t either of you two, and I positively cannot breathe in this stupid thing.” You sipped from the glass, your eyes falling back to the view of the ocean, storms brewing in the distance.

Steve sighed softly, “I guess you have been tortured enough sister, and after all, you did save me from those rabid women.”

“Not the worst thing to have attacking you,” you teased, placing the now empty glass on a table. “Now, am I going to have to beg one of you to dance with me or will I have to find Prince Loki? At least he knows how to dance, unlike some of the other royals.” Both men chuckled, Steve was the first to grab your hand, leading you back inside.

Bucky’s right hand was offered towards you, his blue eyes sparkled in mischief the second the three of you were back inside. “May I have this dance, Your Highness?”

A slow song was just starting, making you smile, “I’d love to, My King.” You took his hand, noticing he wasn’t jumping back. He led you to the dance floor, twirling you playfully as you laughed, before pulling you in flush against his chest. You looked up at him, biting your lip faintly as you danced slowly in time with the music, allowing him to lead the two of you. His right hand was laced with your left hand, your right hand perched on his shoulder brushing against the metal of his shoulder, his left hand pressed gently against the small of your back. The cool metal made you realize how hot you had become, and it suddenly hit you that this was the first time he felt comfortable enough to even left his left hand even touch you. Baby steps. You no doubt had some stupid love-sick grin on your face.

“You look wonderful, y/n,” Bucky spoke softly, his head gently pressed the top of your own, careful not to hit your crown. “And I can already imagine your own coronation,” He teased.

“We have a few steps before this crown changes to your Kingdom’s colors,” you teased back, smiling faintly as you leaned into him, his cologne intoxicating. “And you look amazing as well, Bucky.” The two of you kept dancing slowly, pressed against each other, firm enough that no other royal bothered either of you, but light enough that you didn’t feel like you were being suffocated. Even as the song ended, and Steve had everyone’s attention, Bucky kept his hand pressed to your lower back.

“Good evening everyone, I hope you are enjoying the festivities,” Steve held a microphone in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, soon turning his smile towards you. “Tonight, we actually have some big news to share, our lovely Princess Y/n,” you felt multiple eyes shift towards you, prompting Bucky’s hand to gently press harder against you, grounding you. “Has agreed to marry King James of the Northern Lands, ensuring prosperity between both of our Kingdoms, as well as a stronger alliance.” Applause responded to your brother’s words, and you smiled shyly, glad Bucky’s hand was acting as your anchor. “To the newly engaged happy couple,” Steve raised his glass, the rest of the hall following suit, making you blush.

“Come on doll, one more dance, this time officially,” Bucky whispered in your ear. A shiver ran down your spine, his breath fanning against your neck before you looked up towards him.

“Lead the way, My King,” you smiled, letting Bucky take you to the dance floor for another dance, this one a traditional waltz from your kingdom. Bucky’s moves were a bit rough, as it had been years since he had to even attend a ball, let alone one in your kingdom where this specific waltz would play. You laughed faintly, fixing his right hand to press against your own right hand as you two twirled together to the music. “Almost have it, just let loose Bucky,” you teased, making him blush as you lead the two of you through the dance.

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You lost your sense of time as the two of you danced, your aching feet and tight corset seemingly caught up with you, making you hiss softly as you turned in a twirl. Bucky noticed instantly, slowing the dance down to a sway. ��Ready to call it a night, princess?” he teased the nickname, his right thumb gently rubbing circles on your waist.

You nodded, “I guess I got lost in the dancing, I didn’t even realize how late it had gotten.” It was significantly darker outside, with fewer people in the ballroom. Natasha and Wanda were nowhere to be seen as you looked around the room. “Will you please walk me to my room, Bucky?” you asked softly, looking up at him.

He was already smiling down towards you, grinning as he brought your hands up to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles. “You’ve read my mind, doll.” He kept hold of your hand, happily leading you out the ballroom and towards your chambers. “Tonight’s been amazing y/n/n, I’ve missed your dancing.”

You grinned mischievously, seeing an easy opening for a joke. “And I’ve missed your terrible excuse for waltzing.”

He chuckled, smiling warmly towards you as you made your way through the halls. “Not as bad as Stevie’s dancing.”

You laughed, “He’s absolutely terrible, I have given up on him honestly. You, however, are getting better, just need a bit more practice.” The two of you stopped just outside of your chamber doors, the only guard being replaced by Sam, who walked up behind you.

“Hopefully I will be a better dancing on our wedding night.” He teased softly, making you blush.

“That would be ideal.” You kept your hands locked together, gathering the courage to say what you wanted. “Bucky? Would you like to come inside? It’s not too late, we could drink tea or watch a movie.” You tried not to seem too desperate, wanting to spend a bit more time with him.

He smiled warmly, “I’d love to, doll. How about you get changed into the fluffiest pajamas you can find, find a movie, and get comfortable, while I’ll go get changed in my rooms?”

You lit up, already letting go of his hands, rushing towards your open door. “Well hurry Bucky! You’ve missed some great movies you absolutely need to watch!”

He chuckled, “Alright, I’m going, be back soon, princess.” He turned on his heel, already heading to his own room to change as well.

You grinned, turning back towards your door, Sam smirking, making you roll your eyes. “Nothing’s going to happen, Sam, it’s just a movie.”

“I’m not judging, either way, Your Highness, have fun.” He smiled playfully.

“I will, and Sam? Will you please fetch a maid to have popcorn and ice cream brought over?” You quickly told him the flavors, grinning.

He nodded, “Of course, Your Highness,” He closed the door behind you.

Rushing to change, you let out a breath in relief as you undid your corset and tossed your shoes into your walk-in closet. A problem for later you or Natasha for torturing you into the corset in the first place. You changed into pajama shorts and a t-shirt, tossing extra fluffy blankets onto your king-sized bed as you turned the tv on, flipping through the movies. Definitely would have to be a Disney or Pixar movie, and you wanted it to be one Bucky hadn’t seen yet.

You were stuck between Coco and Moana as someone knocked on the chamber doors. “Come in!” You called, smiling as Bucky walked in, now in pajamas as well.

He held up the platter of ice cream and popcorn in his hands, that he no doubt stole from the maid on his way here. “You thought of just about everything doll, even my favorite ice cream flavor.” He set the platter down on the bed in front of you, as you were already curled up in a fluffy blanket, as he sat beside you.

“Wanted to be prepared. Now, for the important questions. Should we watch Coco or Moana? Both are amazing, but I can’t quite decide which we should watch. Oh! And we should fix the blankets to get comfy.”

He chuckled, gently pulling you closer, his leg now pressed against yours. “How about Coco? Stevie said it made him cry. And you look very comfy y/n/n.” he teased, making you blush faintly. Gods I missed this sweet side of him.

You selected the movie, “Coco it is, and for the record, you could always get comfier.”

He chuckled, “Duly noted, doll.” As the movie progressed, the two of you ate the popcorn and ice cream. You were so caught up in the movie, you didn’t realize how close the two of you were lying beside each other on the bed, nor that Bucky kept glancing towards you.

Without realizing it, you leaned your head on his shoulder, staying like that for a minute before you realized what you did, shooting up. “Oh shit! I’m s-sorry Buck, I didn’t mean to invade your space or anything, I should have asked, or I shou-“ Bucky gently took your hands in his own, making you realize you were speaking with your hands wildly.

“Y/n/n? It’s okay. Seriously, you’re an absolute dream. Your patient and still the kindest, sweetest, loyalist woman I’ve ever met. I don’t have a problem with small touches like that when it comes to you, doll.” He admitted softly, blushing faintly as he wouldn’t meet your eyes. “I just need a bit of time for anything too major between us.”

Your eyes went wide, effectively calmed down. “Oh… I’m sorry for freaking out then, Bucky.” You said softly, looking up towards him, now realizing how close your faces were.

He chuckled faintly, and you could feel his breath against your lips as he spoke, “You don’t have to constantly apologize for, doll, you’re my fiancé, what is mine is yours, cuddles included.” You could tell he was both teasing you and entirely serious.

You relaxed, going back to leaning gently on his shoulder as he kissed your head, resuming the movie. “That’s good because I love cuddles.” You deadpanned, making him laugh. The two of you settled back into the bed, his arm around you as if protecting you as you cuddled. As the world dimmed and your brain started to send itself off to sleep, you realized the cold arm wrapped so protectively around you was his metal arm.

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You woke with a start, eyes wide as you sat up, looking for the source of the noise that awoke you so suddenly. As your groggy mind started to wake, the night’s activities begun to sink in, you must have fallen asleep next to Bucky, but currently, your bed was empty. The clock on the bedside informed you it was a bit past three am. Your hand pressed against the disheveled sheets beside you, it was still warm, so Bucky couldn’t have gone far. That’s when you noticed the balcony door was open, the curtains moving slightly in the night breeze.

Holding the bedsheets around your body tightly, you stood and made your way to the balcony. “Bucky?” You called out softly, seeing his figure hunched over the railing slightly.

He sniffled softly as he turned at the sound of your voice. “Y/n/n? Shit, did I wake you up? Gods, I’m sorry, Doll.” His voice was grave with sleep. Even in the moonlight, you could see his eyes were red and wet, his face flush. He had been crying.

You frowned, already coming closer. “Oh Bucky, what happened, baby?” The pet name slipped off your tongue so naturally, you didn’t question it, your only concern being the crying man in front of you.

Suddenly aware of how he must look he quickly turned again, hiding his face from you. “It’s nothing, just a nightmare. Go back to sleep, Doll, I’ll be fine” he said quickly, you realized his voice didn’t sound grave because of sleep but because of the tears.

Your frown deepened in concern, coming to stand beside him, “I’m not going anywhere, Bucky. Please, just talk to me, it doesn’t have to be about what you saw.” You spoke softly, wanting him to turn towards you. “I’m here for you Bucky, no matter what, and however you need me.” You pulled the sheets off of yourself, gently placing them around his shoulders. He visibly relaxed against the sheets when your fingers grazed his neck.

Deciding to take a chance as he kept quiet, you very slowly reached for his right hand. You knew he was watching you, as he tensed briefly, but didn’t say a word. Running your fingertips across the top of his hand that was gripping the railing, you gently pried his hand from the metal bar. You gingerly laced your fingers into his calloused hand, your thumb already rubbing small circles into his palm, letting yourself be his anchor to the real world. A small sob escaped his lips at the gesture, the walls around his heart were quickly being demolished by you, no matter how hard he tried to keep them up. “I’ll always be here for you Bucky, no matter what those dreams showed you, this is real. Now, here, that’s real.” You reminded softly, still gently rubbing circles into his hand.

He choked on another small sob, “I do not deserve your kindness doll, I’m a monster, I’m weak,” his voice was so soft and broken you almost missed his words. You gently tugged his hand, getting him to slightly turn, you were finally able to see his face again. Silent tears streamed his cheeks, as he kept his sniffles soft, terrified of showing weakness, but unable to stop the flood of emotions he was drowning in.

By now, the frown on your face was starting to hurt, upset at the world for breaking the boy you knew until he thought nothing of himself. Taking your free hand, you gently and very slowly wiped his tears with your thumb, before delicately cupping his cheek with your palm. He leaned into your touch easily, you knew he must be petrified but clearly touch starved. “Oh Bucky, baby boy, you deserve the world.” You spoke with conviction, making sure he heard your every word. “What happened to you and your family was not your fault. What you did as a result of that abuse should not be held against you. You were only bringing those men to justice, and you were protecting what family you had left. You, James Buchanan Barnes, are the softest yet strongest man I have ever known. You deserve kindness and so much more. You deserve love.”

He looked seconds from more tears, he knew he must have looked like an absolute mess. His brain was foggy, the terrors from the night slipping away, and he was drunk on the woman in front of him’s very touch. He leaned into your hand that rested against his cheek, savoring the small touch before you inevitable rushed away from him in disgust once you saw the truth. “I’m scared y/n/n,” he closed his eyes, not wanting to see you turn away from him. “That once I show you exactly what I’ve done, you’ll leave me too. I cannot lose you too y/n/n.” He practically whispered, and you noticed his hand was shaking, nervous of your reaction.

“Bucky, I’m not going anywhere,” the hand at his face gently wiped the new tears forming. You took a deep breath, gathering up the courage for your words, knowing he needed to hear them. “I have loved you since we were children before I even knew what love meant, before I learned of responsibilities, before I learned of the cruelty of the world. I will stay beside you no matter what has happened, no matter what you have done, and no matter what will happen. As your friend, your confidant, your wife, and your Queen; as simply yours. You have owned my heart since the day we met as children, laughing as we ran circles around Stevie in the ballroom, and hiding from the maids in the gardens. I knew even then I would do anything to be in your life, no matter the cost. I still would. You might be different but you’re still you, Bucky.” His eyes were now locked onto yours in pure awe and adoration. You had meant every word, and even though you were engaged to the man in front of you, a small part of your heart fell, panic-stricken that he did not return your afflictions.

He turned away from the railing his metal hand now resting at your waist. Ever so carefully, he used it to pull you closer to him. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him, his eyes taking in every detail of your eyes as if memorizing your very soul. Your faces were mere inches from each other, and now you could feel his warm breath against your lips, mirroring the position you were in earlier that night. Though now he knew every wall he had built up to protect you from himself was cracked and breaking, a few already demolished entirely. To him, you were the missing key in his life.

You couldn’t say quite who initiated it first, as both of your minds were lost trying to take in every feature of the other, but as the two of you kissed, you couldn’t find it in you to care who started it. Your daydreams of kissing him were completely shattered by the reality of it. His lips were as soft as velvet, and while salty from his tears, the intimacy of the kiss was making you melt. Bucky Barnes was a perfect kisser. He was warm and soft, yet he was also hard and protective, his metal arm now wrapped around your body as his lips devoured yours.

His kisses were fiery with desperation as if this would be the last time he would be able to kiss you, yet they were gentle and slow as if taking his time memorizing the taste of you. His tongue lightly traced your bottom lip, and you blissfully opened your lips, allowing him access into your mouth. He deepened the kiss, tenderly holding you as ravaged your lips. You lightly bit and sucked on his bottom lip, a dark growl erupting from deep in Bucky’s throat, sending heat directly to your core.

He broke the kiss first, much to your dismay, both of you practically gasping for air. His pupils were dilated, a small ring of baby blue around pure black sin. His lips were deep pink in the moonlight, kiss swelled, and no doubt yours were as well. “I’m not going anywhere.” You reminded lightly, his grip on your hand and waist tightening faintly in acknowledgment.

“You’re my Northern Star, Doll.” He whispered softly. You smiled warmly, deciding to ask him what he meant in the morning. You successfully tugged him back inside, and he settled into bed beside you, pulling you close to him. Your back was pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you as your eyes closed. Bucky pressed his face against the top of your head, letting his eyes close as well as he kissed your hair. As the depths of sleep started to tug you back you could have sworn you heard a small voice whisper. “I love you too.”

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[mortaljin]

Meadows Epilogue

Word Count: 7k Warnings: Curse words, uh flashback on an attempted assassination? (no one gets wrecked this time) Genre: Literally this is just fluff. This is pure fluff from memory lane. Fairy!AU Pairing: Hoseok x female reader

Summary: Five long years. In five long years nothing has changed, yet everything has. When is Jimin coming home and why the hell did a second door into the fairy village just pop up?

A/N: I’m like actually crying right now?? This is the very last update for Meadows and I am so very sad to say goodbye. This first fic will always be my baby and I’m so happy that you guys have stuck around this long. Enjoy one last glimpse of our fairy!hoseok xx

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Epilogue

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The Unposted Prologue | Vines (M) | The Unexpected “Consequences”

May 1st, Five years later.

You were standing in front of the lone flower pot, on the same night of the year that you always did. Each year you never gave up hope that Park Jimin would soon return to his world. When the first year passed, you cried. You soaked Hoseok’s shirt, and you almost soaked him to the core. You had holed yourself up in your home, your human home for days, and you were thankful that Hoseok knew how to get there without you.

“He’ll come back to us when he’s ready, Y/N.” Hoseok had rubbed soothing circles into your back when he found you a mess under the warm stream of the shower.

“But what if he doesn’t? What if he never comes back?”

“He will, love, I know he will.”

The second year that had gone by, you were less disappointed to see the garden empty save for you. Warm tears flowed effortlessly down your cheeks and into the soil. You had hoped that by some miracle the salty drops would bring him back to you. They didn’t.

“We got married, Jimin. Like in a human wedding. I wish you could have been there. Hoseok forgot to get actual rings for us, and the make shift ones he created right before began to decay as Taehyung brought them to the altar. We never ended up getting different ones anyways.”

You sniffled and glanced to the night sky. You looked down at the pot again and smiled solemnly. The wind picked up just a tad; it was enough to rustle your hair.

“I’ll see you next year, Park Jimin.”

The third year came and the cycle repeated. You cried, and wished for his return, but you never got it. You told him of all the things he was missing out on. Told him of Taehyung finally settling down and soul-bonding with someone. You told him of your hopes and dreams, and all your worries. Again, as the clock on your phone reached midnight, you knew that his chance for reincarnation was over.

“Maybe next year, right Jimin?”

The fourth year seemed to be the easiest of them all. Few tears fell, and you weren’t grieving has much. The hope in your heart was too strong for it to be broken by time. So, you sat there and rambled. You rambled for hours and hours until the clock struck midnight. You stood with a smile on your face and left as the wind blew through your hair.

“One more year, Jiminie, I can feel it.”

This year, however, your hope did diminish. Even if only by a fraction.

“Your Highness, do you really want to go in there again this year?” The guard to the garden looked at you with sad eyes. “You always come out looking worse than when you went in. What if he doesn’t come back again this year?

But still, you held onto hope nonetheless.

“Perhaps. But what if he does?”

The guard gave you a curt nod and opened the garden gate to let you through.

“Park Jimin this is really starting to piss me off.” You were fuming. Even though you had no idea what was going on in that stupid seed, you were still so angry. “What is taking you so long?”

You paced and paced and paced. By 11:58 you were livid. Livid to the point of hot tears. You were turning more and more into a child by the second, but you didn’t care; you missed your best friend and you needed him back. Now.

“I know you had to do the right thing, but this is bullshit, Jimin. You missed my wedding, you missed Hoseok’s coronation, you even missed the fact that the ogres tried to start a war between the elves and fairies!”

Midnight.

“When are you going to stop missing out on life Jimin? We forgave you, I forgave you. Just come back to us.” With that you turned on your heels and left. But not before the sound of wind that was too strong to exist in the village pulled you back.

You were stopped there, with the garden gate half open and your breath stuck in your throat. You didn’t want to turn around; you didn’t want to turn around to find nothingness; you didn’t want to find out that the strong wind truly meant nothing. It wasn’t the wind the forced you to turn around, it was the calling of your name.

“Y/N?” The voice was unmistakable and for a moment you thought you had gone crazy. “Y/N, look at me.”

So, you did. Slowly, you turned on the spot to face the voice. To look into the eyes of the absent fairy. He was there, in all his pink glory. From the way his skin shined under the moonlight, to the way his wings flapped hesitantly in the wind, to the way his pink hair laid so perfectly against his head. It felt like you were staring at someone who rose from the dead, and honestly? It truly did.

“Jimin?” Your voice broke between the syllables, and it wasn’t long before you had crossed the garden in seconds.

“Shh,” he cooed, “it’s okay. I’m back.” Jimin held you tightly as you cried into his chest, something you hadn’t done in so long.

Each time you pulled away to look at him only resulted in your eyes leaking even more. It wasn’t until the sound of footsteps and shouts could be heard that you truly pulled away. Three pairs of arms, three pairs of wings, soon engulfed the two of you in a blanket of yellow, gray, and red.

May 3rd

In five unfathomably indescribable years, your meadow has barely changed. Yes, there were a few dandelions growing where they most certainly should not have been; you could thank Hoseok for wanting every meadow to have at least one of them. And yes, for a long time there were only three fairies by your side as you had awaited the coming of the fourth. Despite that little missing puzzle piece in your life, the meadow was the same.

Fairies of all ages flew through the warm air of the new summer; its sun was setting slowly along the horizon, and fireflies were now coming out to play. Young children, who had a much easier time walking rather than flying were, surprisingly, chasing each other between the layers and layers of wildflowers. Teenagers lounged around, stealing glances at a fairy that happened to catch their eye.

Park Jimin was... Well he was being Park Jimin.

He was laughing, he was smiling. He was existing as if five years had never passed, and it was almost as if they hadn’t. He grew though. While he was gone, he filled out perfectly; as if he wasn’t already. He had a different kind of confidence in himself that he didn’t have before, but maybe that was from the way the pretty fairies across the meadow were staring at him. You sighed in contentment as you watched the scene before you: the meadow was the epitome of happiness right now.

It was peaceful.

“Dandelion,” the voice that belonged to the hand on your shoulder started.

Too peaceful.

“You look tense, what’s wrong?”

You turned to look at him then. In contrast to the way the sun was just now gracing the horizon, his beauty never failed to remind you of the rising sun. His hair was nothing short of fire, and never once has it dulled; it was styled a little more now, the part in the middle just that more intentional. The skin of his hand, and the skin that covered every inch of his ethereal body was sunkissed and golden; there was still no blemish to it. His eyes. Oh gods, his eyes. They were still so dark, so deep. He still had eyes so deep they threatened to pull your soul from your body as he gazed at you with concern and loving adoration.

“I’m fine,” you couldn’t snap away from the hold his gaze had on you. “A lot on my mind, I suppose.”

“Do you want to go for a walk?”

“This is the last night of Jimin’s celebrations. We shouldn’t just leave his party.” You frowned at Hoseok’s suggestion.

Hoseok glanced over his shoulder to look at Taehyung, who was turning into a puddle before your eyes as he listened to his life-mate go on and on about whatever it was that she was talking about. “I’m sure they won’t miss us for another thirty minutes.”

“Well,” you glanced at Namjoon, who was braiding the hair of the fairy he was trying to court. Then you looked at Jimin talking with some friends; there was a big smile on his face as he described his five years as a seed for the umpteenth time. “That should be fine. Bet they won’t notice for forty-five minutes though.” You snickered as he took your hand and led you off into some direction.

“Now tell me,” Hoseok broke the silence after a few minutes into breaking through the forest line, “what’s on your mind, love?”

You thought for a moment. He was right, you were tense. But for what reason? Everything was perfect. From the dress you wore, to the crown on your head, your life was perfect. You could never just shake the feeling that something was off, however, and decided to confide in your fairy.

“I just keep thinking. Everything is so perfect right now, Hobi, I don’t want that to end. I know everything has been normal, as normal as it possibly can be anyway, for the last five years but I just.” You bit your lip to end your ramblings, and you sighed with heavy shoulders.

“You just what?”

“I keep thinking that one day I will actually wake up and this will be some really fucked up dream, you know?” You looked at him with embarrassed eyes, because whether or not you were living in reality should have been the least of your concerns. “Don’t laugh at me Hoseok.”

“I’m sorry I just,” he was howling with laughter. The sound should have been music to your ears, and it would have been, if he wasn’t being such an ass about it. “Will you ever get over that?” He wiped his slightly damp eyes.

“Over what? Me being in a coma? It seems much more likely to occur than being married and soul-bonded with a fairy king!” You huffed.

“It’s as real as it’s going to be, love. The dandelions on your shoulder prove that” He gave a light tap to your shoulder as he said this.

“I know, that’s the problem. Everything is so real. Seeing you get hurt, seeing Jimin have to sacrifice his life for yours, the Black Dahlia myth not actually being a myth? It’s all so real and I’m scared that we won’t get through the next bump in the road.”

Hoseok looked at you with calm eyes, there was no laughter erupting from the lowest point of his stomach. Nor was there a smile playing on his lips. He eyed you so carefully, and it brought shivers down your spine to be under his scrutiny. The look in his eyes was not cold, simply searching. When it seemed as though he had found what he was looking for, he grabbed your hand in his once again and continued in the direction you had been walking in.

“Do you remember a year ago? When we had that dispute with the elves?”

“How could I forget? That was terrifying! I almost died” You threw your hands up in distress as you recalled the memory.

“Who are you, and what business do you have here?” Hoseok’s voice was stern as he looked at the elf in front of him; he never got up from his throne but chose to do his questioning from his seated position.

“I’m just a lowly elf, sir, I was doing nothing but passing through.” The elf simply said, his voice lined with shame.

“That is a lie and you know it. You’ve been spotted multiple times sneaking around the village in the last few days. I wasn’t going to say anything until you tried to hurt my wife.”

Hoseok was seething at the elf’s lie, and you could have sworn the anger in his cheeks matched the color of his hair. You had never seen him get this angry before, he never had a reason to be. This time, he did. You had been in the stream, your stream. You had begged Hoseok, almost on hands and knees, for him to figure out a way to construct a private section of the stream for the two of you to bathe in. That was one part of fairyland that you would never be able to get used to; bathing naked around other fairies. Finally, he realized that it would probably be easier to construct your own bathing stream instead of blocking off a chunk of the village every time you needed to bathe, he had it done as soon as he could. So, last night had been the very first night you could use the private stream, and you still weren’t alone. Your hand ran lightly over your throat from the ghosts of the attempt, and Hoseok got a glimpse of your actions and his rage turned up a dial more.

“It was someone on the elven council, King Hoseok, I swear. They didn’t like the recent trade agreement and they thought it had to do with the human. They hired me to take her out.”

The elf was trembling. He was scarred, and his clothes were tattered and torn, but there was no sign of recent abuse. Hoseok was not the kind to inflict any sort of judgement before knowing the truth. Hoseok had finally stood up and, perhaps to intimidate, marched over to the elf and caught him by the throat.

“That ‘human,’” Hoseok spat, “is my wife, and your queen the second you step foot into this village. A crime against her, is a crime against me.” He stood back from the elf and looked at the guards. “Alert the eleven king of my arrival soon, it looks like there is tension that must be discussed. Again.”

“That won’t be necessary,” a man, an elf, said as he burst through the throne room doors. “This one is not ours.”

The man was tall and lean, nothing compared to scraggly little elf cowering before them. His robes seemed to be made of the finest silk, and his hair was not far off from that either. He had hair so silver it could make you taste metal in your mouth. The was a crown of jewels around his head, and you knew he must be the elven king. You stood from your own throne and came to stand by Hoseok’s side. You had barely begun to curtsy when the elven king stopped you.

“There’s no need for that, I should be the one using formalities right now.” He bowed deeply as he took your hand to kiss the top of it. Hoseok never batted an eye, but it still shocked you that people thought you were royalty. “I’m deeply sorry for everything.”

“Why are you here, Mark?”

“It is no lie that he,” glancing down in the direction of the criminal, “was paid to assassinate your wife.” You could feel Hoseok’s hand draining yours of blood circulation by how hard he was squeezing it. “But it wasn’t because of us. It was the ogres. They have been restless for centuries and have been looking for a way to get our people to clash.”

You rolled your eyes at the memory and how long it took for things to get sorted out. Hoseok had been gone for weeks after that to broker a peace between the three species, and he had succeeded. So far anyways.

“Your point? We don’t know if they’ll keep their end of the bargain, and I. Almost. Died! Again!”

“One, they will. They need the food, and we need the stone. If they ever try to go against the peace, the elves are our allies. Two.” He stopped and looked at you mischievously, “do you really think I would leave you all alone in the stream when I knew there was someone strange lurking around the village?”

“Hoseok!” You gasped as you pulled away from him and smacked him on the chest. “You were hiding in the trees, weren’t you? You’re such a pervert!”

“As if you haven’t spied on me before! Oh yes,” he nodded his head as you squinted your eyes at him, “I know you were standing there ogling me all those years ago when I checked myself out in your apartment’s guest bathroom.”

You groaned and put your face in your heads, “I can’t believe you saw me doing that, I’m so embarrassed.”

“To be fair, it was for the sake of keeping you safe, but it was nice to see you naked again.”

This earned him an even harder slap to the chest before his arm was hung around your shoulder. The two of you walked for a few more feet before he spoke again.

“Remember two years ago? My coronation ceremony?”

“Please don’t make me think about that one.” You winced, but the memory was already there. You stopped in your tracks to hide your laughter and shame in his chest.

“Namjoon holy shit!” You were panicking, you were crying, you were about to jump off of a treehouse after being ran into.

You were standing there, minding your own business. Hoseok was in another part of the royal premises, and you and Namjoon had been asked to keep watch over the crowns. Then Namjoon happened.

“I still hate both of you for that. It wasn’t funny.”

You had Hoseok’s crown in one hand, and yours in another. Tonight, is the night that Hoseok is going to be crowned as King, and in a less significant fashion, you would go from princess to queen. If the crowns survive, that is. But the crowns just couldn’t. Well, one of them couldn’t.

The moment that Namjoon flew into the room, he stumbled upon landing and fell straight into you. Your grip on the crowns tightened a fraction of a second too late and they went flying across the floor. You collected yourself within seconds and were scurrying to pick them up. You picked yours up with a gentle hand and inspected it. Nothing was wrong with it, nothing was broken. You set the crown on the table and reached for Hoseok’s. Tears immediately fell from your eyes when you saw it.

“Namjoon holy shit!”

The crown was in pieces. Flowers that had been solidified for centuries were coming alive and wilting before your eyes. The one, solitary gem in the middle of the crown had been knocked out of place and was nowhere to be found. A legacy laid before you that was crumbling so quickly. You could barely see through your eyes as they were bloodshot and thick with tears, but you managed to grab as many pieces of the crown as you possibly could.

“Namjoon. I broke it!” You cried to him, “the people are going to hate me now if they didn’t already! I broke a crown that is how old?”

“About a day old.” Namjoon had been quiet during your panic, and when your eyes dried up enough, you could see why.

“What?”

“That’s” but he couldn’t hold in his laughter no matter how hard he bit his lip. He was literally on the floor, laughing his ass off and you were pissed. “That’s not the real crown. The real ones rarely get used.”

“You mean to tell me,” you were shaking, not from guilt but from anger this time, “you just watched me bawl my eyes out over a fake crown?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I just couldn’t help it!” He was still laughing, and you knew just what to do to get back at him.

“It’s Princess Y/N, Namjoon.” Your tone became very stern, and Namjoon knew he had gotten himself into deep trouble. “And tonight, after I’m crowned queen, I’m going to personally request that my room is guarded by a friend that I trust so deeply.”

His eyes widened at your wicked smile, and he was already begging for forgiveness. “Come on, Princess, it was just a joke, I’m sorry!” He knew this was only in good fun; there were countless pranks and bets that put each of you at the others mercy.

“You like hearing me cry so much?” But you couldn’t help but to make him just a little bit miserable. “Then I’m sure you’ll just love hearing me cry tonight.” You threw him a wink and left the room.

“It was definitely funny,” Hoseok started but changed the direction of the sentence when you shot him a glare. “Okay, maybe not the part where you cried over the fake crown. But definitely the part where you made him keep watch outside our door.”

“He deserved it.”

“Did you ever tell him that we don’t actually keep guards in front of our door ninety-eight percent of the time?”

“Nope.” You popped your lips and grinned. That was something Namjoon didn’t need to know.

“Remember three years ago, when we had the argument about children?”

“Hoseok-” but he cut you off.

“Do you remember?”

“Of course. How could I forget?” You said with a sigh, confused as to why he was taking you down memory lane.

“I just don’t see what the big deal is, Y/N! Do we have to have children your way?”

“Not necessarily, but do we have to have them your way?” You were seething. He just said it was a bad idea to have human children.

“It’d be easier, and you know it!”

Hoseok was angry. So unbelievably angry that you feared this was the end. You were too damn pissed off to care, though, and you continued to push his buttons.

“How? How would it be easier? We don’t even know if I can have children like you! We could try for years with no results. How is that easier than adopting a child that already needs a home!” He said nothing as you screamed. Tears formed in your eyes, but you just couldn’t stop thinking that he just didn’t want a family at all. Period. “Or do you say it would be easier to have children your way because you know we can’t? Because you don’t want them at all?”

He said nothing.

“Or maybe is it the fact that you just don’t want one of them to be human, like me? Did you finally understand my worries about this? Have you finally realized that you’re better than me?” The second your words were finished he was in front of you in heartbeat, trembling arms pulling you into his chest.

“Y/N, stop, stop. How could you say that about yourself?” He whispered into your hair as he gave light strokes to your back. “I don’t care what species our children are, as long as they’re from mine or yours of course. I want children with you, I’d want a family that’s twenty children big if we could.”

“Really?” You looked up from him with eyes still slightly wet.

“Really. I didn’t mean to say whether or not one way was the best way before the conversation got heated. I was just trying to tell you that we have to think things through first. If it’s human, we’d have to worry about them blabbing about fairies. You know humans can’t keep secrets, especially not children.”

“True,” you giggled.

“If it’s a fairy.” He paused, “If it’s a fairy, let’s just say that we’d have to hide a lot more than just ripped shirts from other humans.”

You pulled away from him and facepalmed. He was right.

“You have a point, I’m sorry Hoseok. I shouldn’t have turned this into a fight, I guess humans might be a little more family-oriented. I just want to start a family before I go gray.”

“It’s okay,” he kissed your forehead, “I’m sorry for getting angry as well.” He reached up and pulled on a strand of hair. “It’s too late for the graying, I’m afraid,” was all he said before running off for you to chase him, wondering if the hair even was gray.

“You made me think I was going gray for weeks after that!” You pouted and rubbed your hair in the same spot he had pulled from.

“It was just so funny, I couldn’t help it!”

“Yeah, if only you could have gray hair, Mr. ‘I’m a fairy so I’m perfect,’” was all you grumbled as the two of you kept walking into the night.

“Remember the-” he tried to pull in a memory, but you beat him to it.

“Remember four years ago? When we tried to have a normal human wedding?”

“Y/N, no-” but you let him drown in the embarrassing memory.

It was your wedding day. Sort of. A wedding doesn’t exactly come anywhere near the level of getting some sort of mythical image tattooed on you under a tree with your soulmate, but here you are.

The wedding was simple; it wasn’t heavily decorated, nor were there fancy chandeliers in an overpriced venue. It was just a simple wedding chapel that was, unsurprisingly, overflowing with flowers. Flowers of what was possibly every single species lined the walls. You gave Hoseok four flower choices and asked him to choose three. He chose dozens. The wedding was simple because there were very few people. Mainly, it was just your people. Your parents, and an aunt and uncle here, a cousin or two there that were able to take the time to come out to the chapel that was near the fairy village. By your side was Tina, the girl who you had grown to be so close with, especially after explaining the freak out about Jackson that night at the diner all those months ago. And then there was your childhood friend. She was one you didn’t speak to often, but when you did, it was like no time had passed.

By Hoseok’s side would be Taehyung and Namjoon. You insisted it wasn’t necessary for them to attend, but they said that if there was any possibility that they could, they would.

“We’ve never left the village in the first place, Y/N,” started Taehyung’s protest.

“Do you really think we’re going to pass up seeing our beloved king all dressed up for a human ceremony?” Namjoon finished with a teasing look in his eyes.

The idea was hilarious, and so you didn’t deny them the fun. Under a few conditions of course. That’s how the two came to be here; their large hands were carrying tiny flower pots with a single, alien-esque flower that had your family swooning. The boys had prepared on how to deflect the origin of the flower’s questions, so that was not something you had to worry about.

What you did have to worry about, was your hair. Your hair was doing nothing good for you, and you had absolutely no time to wash it or even wet it down to restart on it. To say you were panicking was an understatement.

Hoseok’s POV

“Taehyung, I messed up. I messed up big time.”

“Did you rip another shirt?” Taehyung called from the other room but walked into find Hoseok’s shirt still perfect.

“No, no it’s even worse.” Hoseok was distraught.

“What could be worse than that? You’re here, she’s here. You just need the rings and a kiss. It’ll be fine.”

But it wasn’t fine.

“Hoseok.” Taehyung started but was interrupted by Namjoon’s sudden appearance into the room.

“I didn’t know what kind of flower you needed, so I got a bunch of them.” Namjoon stood there with fistfuls of wildflowers of all kinds of colors. “Human flowers aren’t very pretty, I’m afraid.”

“It doesn’t matter, I just need something, thank you.” Hoseok quickly took the flowers from Namjoon while Taehyung was struck with realization.

“You forgot the rings!” Taehyung wanted to rip his hair out, “that’s like the most important part of the humans’ ceremony! I thought Y/N made you research all this stuff?”

“She did, I just forgot. I got carried away with the flowers, because she loves flowers, man. You know that.”

Hoseok went to work on creating a ring for himself, and then one for you. He was shooting dozens of prayers towards the sky in hopes that, if someone or something is out there, he’ll be able to create the right sized ring. After solidifying the rings, he prayed that he had enough power behind them so that they wouldn’t wilt at the altar.

“Hoseok, dear.” A woman’s voice came from behind the door before Taehyung opened it for her. She stepped in and gave a thankful nod to him. “It’s time for you handsome boys to get in your places.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Y/L/N, we’ll be there shortly.” Hoseok thought she would turn away, but she didn’t. Your mother stood there for a second before she let a silent tear roll down.

“No, thank you Hoseok. For everything you’ve done for her. She loves you with all her heart, and I know you love her just the same. The universe couldn’t have created a better person for her to share her life with.” Behind her, Namjoon and Taehyung were snickering and hiding their laughter in their hands at the word “person.”

“I feel the same way, thank you.” Hoseok gave your mother a tight embrace before she had turned back into stressed mother-of-the-bride mode and was yanking the three of them to the front.

Hoseok had the rings placed on the fancy cushion Y/N just begged to use saying, “but it’s just so cliché and cute,” and passed it off for Taehyung’s later use. Hoseok stood there patiently, anxiously awaiting the music to begin. He stared off at the flowers lining the church and hoped the arrangement of the rainbow colors was the correct one. He looked at Taehyung and Namjoon’s flower pots off to the side, and then down to his on the other.

“So complicated,” was all Hoseok could manage to say under his breath because in that moment, the music started to play.

He watched as the handful of people in the room stood up, and the large doors open. There was a second of confusion as to why Taehyung and your friend had been the first two to go through the door, but then quickly remembered what had been arranged when Namjoon and Tina soon followed.

As scary as your father had been when Hoseok first met him, he was nothing but another face in the crowd as you finally came into view. Hoseok had to try with all his might not to let his wings burst forth from his tux, to not ruin the beautiful moment he was standing in. You were walking towards him, and his breath grew shorter and shorter with every step.

Your dress was simple. Not simple as in there was nothing to it, it was just so calming and simple compared to the fanciful gowns he had grown accustomed to you wearing. It hugged your body so perfectly, so right, and at the current moment he could only imagine what was underneath. Your hair wasn’t very showy either; soft curls fell around your face but the way they flowed down so heavenly put the fairy streams to shame. Your face. Oh, your face had Hoseok’s knees threatening to fail him. He couldn’t properly see all your features due to the layers of veil that shrouded it, but he knew it was beautiful nonetheless. The closer you got to him, the more his heart hammered in its cage and the more he had to fight the twitching on his shoulder blades. It wasn’t until your father had stopped in front of him that Hoseok realized there were tears cascading down his face.

Hoseok was crying.

“I think I would have made her walk down a second time had you not been crying like that, boy,” was the piece of humor your dad gave him before you linked arms with Hoseok.

You were crying too.

“Why are you crying, dandelion?” Hoseok whispered so quietly no one else heard, and he slowed his steps down just a little bit to give more time between the two of you and the altar.

“I’m happy.” You said, “and my hair wasn’t working.”

“You look beautiful, god you look so beautiful.”

The ceremony continued, and all Hoseok could think of was how he couldn’t believe how he gets to commit to spending the rest of his life with you. Again.

“Do you take Jung Hoseok to be your husband?” The man with the book said some words, but Hoseok didn’t hear. He could only watch you and pray you wouldn’t change your mind at literally the last second.

“I do. From this life until the next, my heart will be yours.” You beamed at Hoseok so wide he thought that there was no sun in space that could shine so brightly.

“Do you take Y/N Y/L/N to be your wife?” Again, more words that Hoseok barely heard.

“I do,” he paused to wipe his eye with the back of his hand one last time. Your giggling bringing him back to reality. “As long as the wind still blows, and the sun still rises, my heart will be yours.”

Taehyung brought the fancy little pillow up to the altar, but Hoseok wanted to die on the spot as he saw the solidified rings slowly coming back to life. He looked at you to find that yours were wide eyed and gazing back at him. He looked to the minister to find that he was unphased. Hoseok looked back to you and gave you a smile that just screamed “please don’t kill me later.” The rings were exchanged, but placed on the middle finger, neither one of you wanted to remove your original rings.

“Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss-”

But you and Hoseok were never the type of people to let other people finish their sentences. He had the veil flipped back in lightning fast speed. You barely had time to squeal in shock when he grabbed you and dramatically dipped you. The kiss was dramatic, it was comical, it was passionate. Only two other kisses could compare to how electrifying this one felt; the very first one, and the first one at the mother tree. Everyone was cheering, and you could see tears in everyone’s eyes. Even Namjoon was blotting his face.

“Hobi, are you crying?” You turned your head to look at him when you heard the slightest of sniffles.

“Just a bit.” He wiped his eyes and your heart fluttered at the idea of him keeping the memory so close to his heart, four years later.

“Oh baby,” you cooed as you stopped once more and brought him into a hug. The two of you stayed there in the loving embrace for just a moment under the cover of trees so late at night. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, more than you will ever know.” He cupped your cheeks and gave you a soft kiss, before he broke from you and smiled. Once more he was walking.

“As much as I loved the trip down memory lane, truly I did, was there a point to it Hoseok?”

“Of course,” he chuckled, “you said you were worried about not getting through the next obstacle. So, I had to remind you that we can. Not every obstacle we have faced has been a supernatural one, and not all of them have been human either. There will be a lot of things that can happen that we will not be expecting, like what will happen when or if my mother comes back; when or if we have kids. We didn’t know that Jimin was going to come back so soon, or if at all. We just don’t know, Y/N.”

“But,”

“I do know, that no matter what this universe throws at us, I will welcome it with open arms if that means I can face it with you by my side.” The second that Hoseok was done going on his cute little spiel he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Hoseok what is it?” You peered into the darkness, only to find nothingness.

“I think.” He paused, blinked twice, then refocused again. “I think there’s a door there.”

“A fairy door? I thought there was only one?”

“There is. Or so I thought.”

His hand broke from yours and he walked off into the darkness. You quickly followed after him because you had no idea how far into the forest the two of you had actually gone. Praising human technology, you quickly switched on your phone’s flashlight to light your way. Thankfully there wasn’t much distance to catch up to, and you waited patiently as he flapped his wings. As he flapped his wings, red flakes of fairy dust came in contact with something because they turned white and something solid began to materialize.

This door was older. There were holes here and there, and the carvings at the top were in a very old version of the language the fairies now use today, you were sure of it. Faded stripes of purple and white decorated the door, and you knew the door had not been opened in years. In centuries.

“It won’t open.” Hoseok tried multiple times to push against the door. And no amount of magical fairy commands would open it either. “What is the point of having a fairy door all the way out here if it can’t even open?”

“It hasn’t been used in forever. It must have been forgotten when the other one was made.”

“Either that, or this one was made in secret.” You gave him a quirked brow and he gestured to the entirety of the door. “Even though it’s been painted on, I can still tell that this wood is different. This is not fairy wood, it was definitely found on the other side.”

“Strange,” you lifted a hand to the door and you felt vibrations underneath. You jumped back in shock and looked at Hoseok before you lifted your hand to it once more. “Aperta sunt mihi.” You breathed the words so quietly, you almost didn’t hear them yourself.

But then it opened.

The door opened with a loud creak, and you were greeted by open air. With Hoseok trailing behind you, you walked forward a few feet to see yourself looking over the city. You were on an entirely different side of the hill than you were used to. The shine of the city below almost felt like Christmas lights, and it was a glimmer, somewhere close, that tore your eyes from the scenery below.

You had walked past a handful of trees, if that, when things grew to look more and more familiar with each step. I’ve seen these trees before. Was all you could think as you took two more steps. The sight in front of you had your eyes popping out of your head, and your lungs screaming for Hoseok’s presence.

“Y/N, oh my god. Are you okay?” He rushed to your side within seconds and he looked both concerned and confused.

“I’m fine.” You half whispered.

“Then why did you-” you cut him off with a point of your finger.

Lying in front of you was a boulder; A deep crevice of a crack in the side pulled you back to your dreams. It brought you back to the frantic girl, and the strike of lightning that created a crack comparable to this. You knew it couldn’t be real, you knew it. But you stepped closer with short breaths and you shined the light of the phone directly on it. Slightly worn down from the wear of the weather were eight lines that you knew by heart.

Eternal beauty, eternal grace, with you I find my place.

Sky of blue, field of yellow, I run to you My golden meadow.

The engraved letters were hard to read, but you did nonetheless. You had read them out loud for the first few lines, but your voice died when you realized what you were reading.

“Hoseok, did we just find the,” but you were too dumbfounded to finish that thought. “Did I really write the same thing?”

“Y/N I-” but Hoseok was in awe like you were. “I think you did.” He ran his fingers through his hair and began to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” You whipped around to look at him as if he was crazy. But he was there, losing his mind.

“All of this. We accidentally walked this far because I was so caught up on trying to make you remember what we’ve gotten through when this,” Hoseok gestured dramatically with his arms and the goofiest grin on his face. “This rock, of all things, proves that we really can get through anything.”

He looked so proud of the discovery, he was bursting at the seams with joy. Light kisses were trailed around your face, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the way he was reacting.

“Y/N, this rock is proof that our love, our bond, has withstood centuries of obstacles. I didn’t think I could be more confident in our love but now I know.” He placed one hand to the side of your cheek, and the other hand was used to hold one of yours at his heart. “Now I know that we can overcome anything.”

“From this life until the next,” you whispered to him, “my heart will be yours.”

“As long as the wind still blows, and the sun still rises,”

He kissed you in a way that still managed to outshine all previous moments. Between the discovery and the confirmation of your bond, there was something magnetic about it.

He pulled away, closed his eyes and smiled, breathing deeply, “my heart will be yours.”

And with one more pull of your souls, your lips found their way to each other again and you sank into a pit of security with the knowledge that you really could overcome anything.

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