#kpop medieval au

[starmatzz]

Treasure Of Utopia

Hongjoong x Seonghwa

smut/fluff

Park Seonghwa, the undeniably beautiful prince of The Utopia kingdom, owns something which was a pirate captain Kim Hongjoong searching for for a long time.

nsfw tags under

m/m, top hongjoong, bottom seonghwa, boypussy, abo, alphaxomega, male pregnancy, vaginal sex, kissing, knotting, pussy eating, fingering, dirty talk, praising, violence, abuse, cursing, pet names

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[kpop-kitkat]

All Along | Kang Minhee

pairing | royal knight!kang minhee x princess f!reader

genre/cw | angst, fluff, hurt comfort, royal au, medieval au, blood, injury, mention of minor death, major death(???), betrayal, reader’s ex is evil, crying, hopelessness, but a happy end 

wc | 2.0k

notes | loosely based off of ‘the legend of zelda: breath of the wild’ 

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He was right. He was right all along. And that's why Y/n was where she was now. Alone, crying, in the middle of the green forest of Kyoto, as the rain poured. He warned her that Gyemin would break her heart. He warned her that it wouldn't last forever. He warned her that he was no good in the first place. But she never thought it would could very well be the death of her. Just like it was the death of her father. 

 "You were right Minhee... you were right," she sobbed, hugging her knees as the rain soaked her black dress.

 "Y/n!" A voice called in the distance, and she could tell it was a very distressed Minhee. And it surprised her, since Minhee wasn't one to talk, let alone yell. But considering the circumstances, it was reasonable. "Y/n where are you?!"

Minhee could’ve left the kingdom of Kyoto. He could’ve abandoned Y/n as her knight, since the king was dead and he was under no rule, just like the rest of the kingdom. But he stayed. He was loyal to his duty. He was loyal to his best friend.

 "Y/n! Please!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, even sounding a bit like he was crying too. The sound tore her to pieces. 

She forced herself up from her place in the dark mud as she moved towards the sound of Minhee's voice. "Minhee! I'm over here!" She beckoned the royal knight, barely able to see through the rain. But it became clear as day when her eyes fell upon Minhee.

Her heart dropped at the sight. He was limping, an arrow in his upper right arm as well as below his left knee, both gushing with sticky red blood. His soft black hair completely disheveled, blood dripping from his lip and forehead, his uniform torn with cuts all over his arms and legs, even a particularly deep one in his stomach. Yet still, with what strength he had left, he walked over to his first and only love, only thinking about her safety and not his own agonizing pain.

 "Y/n, we need to-" he paused, hissing from the sharp pains. "... get out of here. Gyemin... he's after you," he choked out, coughing up a bit of blood. It was a wonder he wasn't dead. He was stubborn, after all.

 "Minhee," she sighed, mouth open as tears stung her already tired of crying eyes. "What did they do to you," she reached out to touch his arm but he pulled away.

 "Forget about me..." he begged, grabbing her hand as he began to sprint.

 As they ran, Y/n heard the frightening sound of a horse whining, signaling Gyemin and his men were near. Fear giving her an adrenaline rush, she picked up the pace, matching hers with Minhee's. Minhee and Y/n had long disregarded their appearance, being covered in blood and dirt, their hair complete messes. Even some of his blood had spilled onto Y/n, causing her to shudder. 

The path ahead became blurry to Y/n. Her grip on Minhee's hand loosened continuously. And he only noticed how tired she was when he no longer held a hand in his. Hers slipped out of his, and now, she was on her hands in knees, sitting in the mud.

Her senses were completely overwhelmed. Her ears rang painfully, she could smell only the spring rain, she felt hardly anything anymore but the cold, she tasted the blood that spilled from her lip, and she saw a blurry version of the forest. "How did it come to this," she began, eyes closed as it was less painful that way. She didn't even bother to look up as Minhee knelt before her. "My father is gone, Gyemin is exactly the person you said he was, yet I believed him and not you. And I let everyone down," she took a shaky breath. “I should’ve known he’d turn the minds of our allies. Now I can’t tell friend from enemy,” she said, just angry with herself. “I never thought anything would've led to this," her voice broke, as she made eye contact with the handsome knight, her hands still deep in the mud. 

She couldn't keep it in any longer. She began to sob as her body fell into Minhee's arms. He caught her and held her close, comforting her the only way he knew how. She grabbed his bloodied uniform and dried her tears with it. None of this should’ve been happening. It was all wrong. 

“I’m so sorry Minhee… you were right all along, I should’ve believed you,” she whispered, clutching him tightly still. 

He closed his eyes and stroked her hair. “It’s alright, it isn’t your fault,” he assured, for a moment completely forgetting his immense pain. 

She pulled away from him and looked at his wounds again. She cried even more at the sight. She could feel his pain, almost literally. But she stayed strong, and rose to her feet as Minhee helped her up, when in reality, she should’ve been the one helping him. Perseverance was always one of his best qualities. 

“There are some old ruins not far from here. Let’s take shelter there,” Y/n suggested. Minhee nodded to her words and started in the direction which she pointed. And not long after, they’d arrived, with no Gyemin in sight.

Y/n looked for a place to rest, when she heard a thud behind her. She quickly turned around, and saw that Minhee had collapsed. “Minhee!” She exclaimed, running to his side, making him look at her. She grabbed his hand and smiled at him, despite her worry. “Minhee… don’t move, I’ll get help,” she assured, though her nervousness showed. 

“Y/n…”

”I’ll find someone who is still loyal to me. I’m the queen now, there must be somebody out here.”

”Y/n…”

”And they’ll heal you, and you’ll be better again… everything will go back to the way it was! And we could-“ 

“Y/n!”

She looked at him as her tears fell onto his wounds, not wanting to hear what he had to say. 

“It’s… ahh,” he gasped in pain. “Too… late…” 

She cried quietly and put her hands on either side of his face. “No it isn’t… you can’t say that,” she shook her head. “You’ll be fine, you have to be fine. I can’t live without you,” she confessed, hands and head falling onto his chest. 

“Y/n…” he smiled through the pain, as she looked up at him, wearing the most pain-filled expression.

“Minhee… no… please…” she whispered. 

“I… love you,” he breathed out.

He gave her a sad smile before leaning up towards her, pressing his lips to hers. And she kissed back gently, wanting to remember this moment for ever, because it very well could be her last. She felt him slipping away until his head fell limp onto the ground, lips detaching from hers.

”Somebody please,” she began, gradually getting louder. “Somebody help! Help me!” She screamed as she held Minhee close to her, not finding the heartbeat she wanted to find. Not finding the warmth she needed.

“Princess!” A voice called in the distance, and she recognized that voice anywhere. One of her father’s loyal bodyguards, Jinseong. As well as his other bodyguard Minjoon. They ran to her side. 

“Please help him. Do it whatever it takes to get him back. I love him,” she instructed, doing her best to sound brave. 

“Yes princess,” Jinseong nodded, and with Minjoon’s help, they carried Minhee away to their secret hideout, far from the castle, which was now overrun by the enemy. 

Another figure appeared. Y/n’s handmaiden, Jaehwa. “Princess, follow me to the village of Yoshino. It’s safe there.”

Y/n nodded before following one of the only other humans she trusted.

~~~~~

Y/n stayed in Yoshino for months. Minhee was alive, but barely holding on. He stayed in Kikai, a hideout in Kyoto, populated with the only good people left that lived in the castle and castle town. There, he was treated by skilled medics who were doing there best to bring him back.

”Princess?” Jaehwa’s voice rang out.

”Yes?” Y/n turned her head towards the girl.

”Minhee. He’s back.”

Y/n’s heartbeat sped up ten times faster than before. “Where is he?”

”He’s on his way to the village now. People have seen him in the distance from the surrounding mountains. He-“

Y/n didn’t allow Jaehwa to finish her sentence as she ran out of the house she was staying in, getting a new feeling of happiness she hadn’t had since the fateful day. She immediately went to the stable and mounted her horse, H/n, and galloped towards the path that led to Kikai, planning to meet him on his way. 

The horse galloped a bit faster, sensing Y/n’s urgency to get to the place she was headed to. More like the person she was headed to. 

There he was. As ethereal as ever. Much cleaner than she last saw him. No blood, no messy hair, no dirt, no torn clothes. Some bruises and scars, of course, but they were a symbol of his bravery. 

“Minhee!” She dismounted her horse and ran towards his horse. 

“Princess wait!” Jinseong warned. “He’s not the Minhee you once knew,” he explained, dismounting his own horse and walking towards her, standing between her and Minhee. 

“What do you mean?” She asked.

”He’s lost his memory. He hasn’t been himself.”

”As your queen, I demand you step aside,” she said. “I want to see him.”

He hung his head. “As you wish.”

She walked up to Minhee’s horse. “You remember me, don’t you?” 

Minhee stared blankly at her, scaring her. And she backed away when he slid down from his horse and began walking towards her, saying nothing.

”Uhh, Minhee?” She laughed nervously, backing away as he neared her. And since they were in a valley, she backed away until her back was against the stone wall of the mountain. 

“Princess,” Jinseong warned again, ready to draw his sword against Minhee if he threatened her safety. 

“Y/n…” Minhee whispered, reaching out to touch her cheek. She melted at his touch and looked into his eyes.

”Minhee,” she sighed with a smile.

Minhee smiled back before quickly capturing her lips in his. Her hands held his face as his held her back and waist. It was happier than their first. Because this time, Minhee wasn’t dying. He had a heartbeat. He had warmth. After about a good minute or two, Y/n pulled away and happily threw her arms around his neck. “I love you too,” she sighed, burying her face into his chest, feeling his arms wrap around her.

Jinseong sighed in relief before sheathing his sword again. 

“Now that’s a happily ever after right there,” Minjoon chuckled. “You know, I was always rooting for them,” he stated, mounting his horse as Jinseong did the same.

”No you weren’t-“

”Yes I was!”

Minhee and Y/n mounted their horses as well and rode to the village. 

When they arrived, they quickly reunited and went straight into each other’s arms again. Y/n sighed. “You know Minhee… I’m the queen.”

”Which would make me…”

”The king,” she finished. “Are you alright with that?”

”I’ll be anything you want me to be. As long as I get to be with you. That’s all I care about,” he replied.

“How romantic of you,” she giggled. 

~~~~~

“Now presenting, the king and queen of Kyoto, Minhee and Y/n!” Announced the royal advisor as the two mentioned stepped out onto the castle’s main balcony, arm in arm.

To think they started out as the princess and the knight. Nobody could’ve predicted this. 

“Are you ready for this?” Minhee asked, referring to their next life chapter as he looked down at his beautiful wife. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

[astraldynastykrp]

Dear traveler, Is magic your calling? Does your power over the elements, pointed teeth, or ears exceed anyone’s imagination? Are you from a distant world? Will you keep secrets?

⚜ 19 + mewe rp ⚜ Story of the rp evolves with community and individuals ⚜ Semi-lit to literate! ⚜ AU & OC

The Kings command asks you to join Astral Dynasty and construct a world beyond rationality. In the Astral Kingdom, you’ll prosper under the King’s care, join hordes of individuals like you, and marvel at creatures so beautiful they inspired mythology.

Your monarch requires obedience. Long live the King.

HISTORY. WORLD. CITIZENS. SEALED ORDER. INDIVIDUALS

[saturnhere]

trance of the empire (strangle my desire) 🖇️

written by stuckonyoo

Nayeon tries to meet her server’s eyes, but they’re trained onto the floor beside her. “Then you know what to do,” Sana manages, pushing the emotion from her voice. “Command me to leave, and then command me to stay away.”

“You know I won’t,” the Princess mumbles, her stomach clenching at the reality of it.

“Then you know I won’t stay away.”

main ship: sanayeon

rating: mature

status: ongoing

words: 46,799 ≈

chapters: 2 ≈

[kpop-stories-21]

Day 1: Engineering Fate

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Yunho x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Modern Fantasy AU, Magic AU, Spooky Themes, Childhood friends to lovers, Smut, Fluff

Content & Trigger Warnings: Human!Reader, Human!Yunho, spooky content, magic, halloween celebration, haunted house, one short horror scene in the haunted house but it's over pretty quick, unprotected sex(wrap that shit up kids), foreplay, fingering, teasing, size kink, dirty talk, multiple orgasms

Summary: You're not even in town yet and already strange things are happening. Luckily, you encounter a handsome mechanic who is willing to get your car (and maybe your insides) in shape.

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«-Yesterday | Day 2-»

You'd moved to the city to attend uni, but you made sure to come home every year for the week-long Halloween Festival. By now your professors and friends were used to you disappearing around the spooky season, and there were never any objections to you attending lectures remotely so long as you continued to work on assignments and homework.

For as long as you could remember, Halloween had always been your favourite holiday. So living in a quaint town well-known for being "modernly medieval" and for the Halloween Festival held there every year was like a dream come true. If you didn't have a wish to pursue further education on your path to becoming a lawyer, you might've stayed there your whole life.

This year, however, was off to quite a different start. As you pulled your sputtering blue Mustang convertible onto the gravelly shoulder of the road, you wondered how the hell you would ever make it into town. It was the first day of the Festival and there wasn't much traffic. Most people came early so they could enjoy the entirety of the week without the energy lag from travelling.

As you were pondering your options, the sound of a car engine coming towards you grabbed your attention. Praying the driver would be kind and not an asshole, you stepped out of your car, beginning to wave as soon as the black Camaro came into sight. To your great relief, the driver pulled over when they saw your frantic gestures.

The door opened and a tall raven-haired male unfolded long limbs as he slid out. He was absolutely gorgeous, his smile wide and infectious as he loped over to you with something akin to excitement in his steps. He made you think of a giant puppy as you watched him approach.

"Car trouble?" He asked, voice husky.

You nodded. "I felt a bump like I drove over something about a quarter mile back, but there wasn't an animal or anything in the road so I just assumed I rolled over some object that flew out of another car and went on. Now I'm worried that whatever it was may have hit something underneath."

The man's smile widened. "Well you're in luck! I happen to work part-time as a mechanic and I brought my tools with me, so I'll just pop under there and see if I can figure out what's wrong."

Relief flooded through you and you were finally able to return his smile.

"Name's Jeong Yunho, by the way."

"I'm Kim Y/N. Nice to meet you Yunho. I really appreciate this."

Yunho waved a hand dismissively as he retrieved his tools and lowered himself to the asphalt. "I'm just glad I could help."

As Yunho began to work you leaned against the side of your car, watching him intently.

"So what brings you down this way?" You asked curiously. "Are you here for the Festival?"

"More or less." Yunho replied, grunting. "In addition to being a mechanic, I also work part-time as an engineer. I have a standing job at the Festival every year to make sure the rides stay in top condition all week long. But even if I didn't have this job I'd still come down every year, since this is where I grew up."

Your eyes widened with excitement, finally figuring out why his name had seemed familiar. It had been ages since you last met one of your childhood friends. "You used to live here too?"

Yunho poked his head out the side of your car, recognition flooding his handsome features. "Oh my God, Y/N! I thought your name sounded familiar, but I told myself I was just imagining things." He smiled broadly. "I'd hug you, but I don't think you want grease and oil all over your nice clothes."

You giggled. "I appreciate the consideration."

It didn't take much longer for Yunho to finish by examining your car, the two of you catching up on each other's lives. Once he was out from under your car, you put the key in the ignition and turned it, letting out a joyous cry as the engine roared to life.

Yunho offered to follow you to the Festival in case anything else happened, and you accepted. Upon arriving, the two of you were about to part ways when you invited him to have dinner with you once he was done working for the day. He agreed, and you told him where you'd be staying before waving goodbye.

After Yunho left you checked into your room at the inn and then wandered around, trying out some of the rides and grabbing lunch before approaching the large tower-like building that held the magical haunted house. This was probably your favourite attraction, hands down. It was created with wild Fae magic, offering eight different levels for all who entered. The magic also remembered what levels each person had completed, so you never had to repeat the same experience twice. Really, they were more like horror-themed escape rooms than bonafide haunted house experiences. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open and stepped in.

It was pitch dark save for the outside light coming through the open door. In that light you discovered a flashlight, which you happily picked up. As soon as you did so, the door slammed shut behind you. And so it begins, you thought excitedly as you turned the flashlight on and began to examine your surroundings.

You were in some kind of basement, bits of trash all over the dirty floor along with what looked like an old briefcase. Moving forward, you picked up the briefcase and looked it over carefully. You found a numerical padlock keeping it shut and set it back where you found it, making a mental note to keep your eyes peeled for a five digit code.

Further exploration revealed a desk on which were several notes spattered with a dark substance that could have been either blood or something equally unpleasant. You examined them carefully but found no important information, just stuff pertaining to the backstory of the level.

In the back of the room was a wall covered with graffiti. That was odd, since there were no marks anywhere else in the room. Closer examination revealed a blacklight on a stand, and an idea came to mind. Dragging the blacklight around so it was aimed at the wall, you turned it on. Amongst the jumble of paint was the distinct image of five numbers, most likely the code to unlock the briefcase. Repeating the numbers under your breath, you made your way back to the briefcase and put them in. An audible click echoed through the room and you let out a quiet cry of joy.

Inside the briefcase was a large metal key and an odd triangle-shaped artefact made of some smooth material you didn’t recognize. You pocketed both objects and began searching for a door, assuming the key you’d obtained would get you out of this room. As you were walking you suddenly heard a deep, rumbling growl and froze, doing your best to remain motionless in the hope that whatever was in here with you would lose interest and return to wherever it came from.

The tapping of claws against the hard floor reached your ears, coming slowly closer. You regulated your breathing, praying that you were being quiet enough. Heavy, guttural breathing sounded from directly behind you as your heart pounded a staccato beat against your ribcage. Please, just move on. There’s nothing interesting here. Something wet nudged at the back of your knee and you bit your lip to keep from squealing at the disgusting sensation. A massive tongue licked a stripe up your leg and you dug your teeth further into your lips.

A whistle echoed from somewhere above you and the creature turned, bounding toward the sound with thudding steps that shook the ground slightly. When silence reigned once more you exhaled shakily, releasing some of the tension in your body. Locating a fairly clean rag you’d seen earlier, you wiped the creature’s saliva off your leg and resumed your search for the door to the next room. Your leisurely attitude had vanished with the reminder that this was no walk in the park, you needed to get out of here fast before the creature or its master found you.

Determined, you looked around quickly and found the door within minutes. You pulled the key from your pocket and tried it. It slid in and turned without issue, taking a little more of the tension away. You cautiously pushed the door open and stepped into a much brighter room, sunlight streaming through large glass windows. From the opulence of your surroundings you guessed you were in a mansion of some sort, probably a cover for whatever horrors went on in this place. As quietly as possible, you approached the first door you could immediately see and checked if it was locked. It wasn’t, and you tiptoed into the room.

This was a bedroom, possibly the master suite but you couldn’t be sure. On the dresser was a large, golden key with intricate carvings. You quickly pocketed it and resumed looking around.

Aside from the key, the bedroom was pretty empty, so you stepped out and approached the next door. This one was locked, so you tried the gilded key you'd found. The lock clicked and you were in.

You were in what appeared to be an office. A door at the back of the room caught your eyes and you went to open it. Revealed was a set of stairs going down, probably back to the basement. You closed the door back, no way you were going into that hellhole a second time. Searching the rest of the room proved fruitless, and you moved on.

You now stepped into the lobby, the front doors calling you enticingly. Pulling the golden key from your pocket, you eyed it curiously. To hell with it, you decided. Approaching the front doors you inserted the key and turned it. The doors swung open and bright white light filled the area, blinding you.

You stepped back out onto the grounds of the festival, lower lip extended in a slight pout. You'd hoped to see more of the level before leaving, but your curiosity got the better of you as usual.

You'd clearly been in there for a while, the sun was nearing the horizon and many of the attractions were turning their lights on.

"Having fun?" Came a voice from behind you.

Startled, you jumped and whirled around. Yunho stood there, a lopsided grin on his face.

"I didn't scare you, did I?" He teased.

You stuck your tongue out at him, making him chuckle. "I did the first level of the haunted house, so I'm still slightly on edge."

“Understandable. You ready for dinner?”

As if on cue, your stomach growled loudly and both of you laughed.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Yunho said, still chuckling a little.

The two of you began to walk, making your way back to the inn you were staying at. Once in the small restaurant area, you made your orders and chose a place to sit. Once the food arrived you dug in, silence reigning for a bit as both of you enjoyed your meals.

When both plates were empty, you looked up at Yunho and grinned. “We sure enjoyed that, didn’t we?”

He nodded, returning your grin.

Before either of you could say anything more, a server approached and announced that the restaurant was closing. You apologised for keeping them and asked Yunho if he wanted to talk more in your room. He agreed and the two of you went up to the second floor where your room was located.

You and Yunho talked long into the night about various memories from your childhood and where some of your friends went after you both left. Somewhere along the way the conversation came to crushes and past relationships, and Yunho casually dropped a rather shocking bit of information.

“I’ve had a crush on you since like eighth grade, I think. Still do, as a matter of fact.”

You stared at him in surprise as your brain processed what he’d just said. You’d had a crush on him for just as long, but you never in your life imagined he might’ve returned those feelings. “So have I.” You admitted.

You gazed at each other in silence for a moment, then Yunho leaned toward you a bit and murmured “Y/N, may I kiss you?”

“Please.” You whispered, hands coming up to grasp his shoulders as your lips met and bliss exploded throughout your body.

One large hand tangled in your hair, while the other spanned at least half of your waist. You clung to his shoulders for dear life as fireworks went off behind your closed eyelids. He deepened the kiss, and it felt like he was trying to swallow you whole as he gently tugged you closer until you were sitting in his lap. You shifted, wrapping your legs around him as you tried to get impossibly closer. After what felt like years you parted for air, a string of saliva linking you together.

You yanked at the buttons on his shirt as desire rose within you, a sudden want that was almost crippling in its intensity. Shaking hands hindered your efforts and Yunho’s long fingers stopped you.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” He inquired. You whined, and he chuckled. “Patience, love. You’ll get what you want in due time.” Pulling the shirt over his head in one smooth motion, you felt a shiver go straight to your core at the sight of his toned body. You busied yourself running your hands all over his skin, mapping every line of corded muscle you could find and stopping only to lift your arms when Yunho removed your blouse.

“Like what you see, love?” He asked, a coy smirk on his face.

“Yes, very much.” You moaned out as he dragged his thumbs over your nipples, each touch resulting in a jolt of pleasure that heightened your desire to almost a fever pitch. You needed him inside you yesterday, and you made sure he knew it.

“Please, Yun-ah, need you…can’t wait!”

“Easy now, my love. Just a little longer.”

Tenderly he laid you back onto the bed and you relished in how small you felt as his large frame hovered over you. He made short work of your pants and underwear, eyes widening as he took in just how wet you were. “Look at you, soaked already and I’ve barely even done anything.”

He slid two fingers into you, the long digits brushing your sweet spot and drawing a porn-worthy moan out of you. He added a third and you jolted a little, unused to the stretch but not in pain.

Yunho’s gaze darkened with desire as he continued to work his fingers inside you, curling them just right. The sensation was overwhelming, your body arching off the bed in response to his expert touch. Each thrust of his fingers sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, igniting your nerves and leaving you gasping for more.

“Y/N, you feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry. “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me.” The promise in his words sent a thrill through your core, tightening the knot of desire that was building inside you.

“Yunho, please… I can’t take it anymore.” You whined, desperately seeking his lips with yours again. The kiss was a feverish clash of tongues and teeth, a collision of passion that made your head spin.

Withdrawing his fingers, Yunho leaned back, his eyes locking onto yours, igniting an unspoken understanding between you. “I want you to tell me at once if anything hurts, okay?” You nodded and he positioned himself between your legs, his broad shoulders framing your body perfectly, and you couldn’t help but appreciate how tiny he made you feel. “Just relax, love. I’ve got you.”

“Please, I need you!” You begged, squirming beneath him, your body craving him. He nodded slowly, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he leaned forward, teasingly brushing against your entrance with the tip of his thick length.

“Such a good girl.” He praised softly, his fingertips ghosting over your clit as he leaned even closer, ready to enter you.

When he finally pressed inside you, it was blissful torture. He filled you to the brim, stretching you out in a way that sent sparks of pleasure radiating from your core. You let out a cry of sheer delight, your body clenching around him instinctively.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He growled, pushing deeper as he held your gaze, his expression a mix of lust and admiration. “You’re so fucking perfect. Such a sweet, tight little cunt and it's all mine.”

You moaned at that, body trembling with arousal as the filthy words tumbled from his lips.

He started moving, slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to his size. The stretch felt incredible, and you were all too aware of how small you felt compared to him. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, sending waves of pure ecstasy crashing over you.

“Yunho!” You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure built higher. He picked up his pace, his body slamming into yours with relentless force.

“Let go for me, my love. I want to feel you cum around me,” he commanded, and that sent you over the edge. Your body responded to his words, the coil within you snapping as you arched your back and let out a scream of pleasure.

“Yunho! Oh my god!” You cried, your body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. You could feel the heat of your orgasm pulsing through your veins, every nerve ending igniting in ecstasy.

“That’s it, Y/N,” he urged, his voice dripping with lust. His pace increased, driving you deeper into the haze of pleasure. “Just like that. You feel so good wrapped around me like this.”

He continued to move inside you, your sensitive body still trembling from your first orgasm when the familiar tension began to build again. The way he held you, his large hands gripping your hips, made you feel both safe and completely consumed by desire.

“Yunho, I’m close again!” You whimpered, lost in the intensity of the moment as he chased his own release.

“Then let go, baby. Cum for me again.”

With one final thrust, he found your sweet spot again, and it sent you spiralling over the edge for the second time. You screamed his name, a high-pitched sound filled with pure ecstasy as you felt your body tighten around him, a second orgasm washing over you in waves that left you breathless and shaking.

“Y/N!” Yunho groaned, his own release following closely behind as he buried himself deep inside you, filling you completely.

You both took a moment to collect yourselves, the room filled with the sounds of your heavy breaths and soft whimpers as you rode out the waves of pleasure. As the world slowly came back into focus, Yunho collapsed beside you, pulling you close against him.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead with a satisfied smile on his face. And as you lay there in the aftermath, feeling cherished in his embrace, you couldn’t help but agree. You snuggled up to Yunho, enjoying the warmth of his body as he curled around you and held you close. You drifted off to sleep with a content smile on your face.

«-Yesterday | Day 2-»

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

ᴛᴡ: rough tickles, use of tools, extended time, scientist au part two.

ᴀ/ɴ: jeongin doesn’t play a huge role in this :(

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @jungwon-is-the-one @channieissocute125 @soap143 @skzdiary @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117

Hyunjin was a mess. A complete mess. It had already been hours since Minho, taking advantage of his loyal assistant, had started his experiment, but now he had invited Jeongin over to help him out. 

Hyune knew he was in deep shit. Minho hummed as he adjusted the straps securing the younger’s wrists and ankles. Hyunjin, already looking apprehensive, squirmed lightly on the padded chair, unable to shake off the anticipation. 

“Hyung,” Hyunjin huffed, voice edged with suspicion. “What is that thing, and why does it look like a medieval torture device?”

Min held up the innocuous-looking tool with a bright grin. It was a motorized exfoliating brush, complete with soft bristles that spun in slow, rhythmic circles. “Oh, this? It’s for research, my assistant. A purely scientific endeavor to see how effective it is as…well, you’ll see.”

Jeongin giggled from his place at the desk, adjusting the computer to collect the data from whatever tickle torture Minho was about to put poor Hyunjin into. Though, they both knew that it wasn’t all for the data. 

Minho smiled nonchalantly, crouching beside Hyunjin’s feet and snapping on the brush attachment.

He immediately kicked his legs, earning a tut from Minho. “Yah! You’ve been tied down for a reason—” Minho said, giving Hyunjin’s ankle a gentle pat. “Now behave, or I’ll have to add more straps.”

Hyunjin grunted, his eyes widening as Minho flipped the switch on the brush. The soft whirring sound sent an ominous chill down his spine. “You’re going to love this, Jinnie~” Seungmin teased, holding the brush mere inches from Hyune’s exposed soles.

The moment the bristles made contact with the arch of the assistant’s left foot, he exploded. A squeal erupted from behind his swollen lips, and Hyunjin’s entire body jerked like he’d been electrocuted. His feet flexed and curled, trying desperately to escape the unrelenting brush as it spun over his arch with precision.

“NO—!! NOHOHOHOHO!!” Hyunjin wailed, his laughter coming in frantic bursts as he thrashed against the restraints. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes almost immediately as Minho cruelly moved the brush in slow, deliberate circles.

“Ohhh, that’s a good reaction.” Jeongin said, tilting his head to observe Hyune’s trembling form. “It really gets your arches, huh? Look at you, all red and teary already. You’re so cute, hyung.”

Hyunjin high-pitched protests were drowned out by his own uncontrollable giggles, which soon morphed into full-blown cackling. His shoulders shook, his head whipped from side to side, and his heels drummed helplessly against the chair. “STAHAHAHAHAAP HYUNG PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Ah, I should’ve done this ages ago~” Minho mused, switching the brush to Hyunjin’s right foot. “All of that ticklish data~”

Hyunjin let out a strangled shriek as the brush traveled up to the ball of his foot, hitting a particularly sensitive spot. His eyes squeezed shut as tears spilled freely down his flushed cheeks.

“Aw, poor baby~” Minho cooed, though his teasing smile never wavered. “Is it too much? But I just started.”

Jeongin walked over to replace Minho’s hand, holding the brush in place while scrolling on his phone and watching the data load onto the computer. 

Minho reached over to his phone, setting the timer for an hour before placing it on the table beside him. Then, as if this were the most casual situation in the world, he pulled out his laptop and opened a document. 

Hyunjin’s hysterical screams of disbelief filled the room as Minho began typing, the brush continuing its merciless assault on his feet. “What?” Minho said without looking up. “I’m multitasking. You should feel honored—you’re contributing to science and productivity.”

The vibrations of the brush sent tingles racing up Hyunjin’s legs, and he let out another muffled scream, his body twisting as much as the restraints allowed. His laughter grew more desperate, bouncing between high-pitched giggles and frantic, incoherent babbling. “I CAHAHAHAHAHANT!! HYUNG PLEEEEASEEE!! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE AHAHAHAAAA!!”

Minho nonchalantly adjusted the brush’s speed, the bristles spinning even faster against Hyunjin’s soles. The new intensity had the poor assistant absolutely losing it. His laughter turned silent, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe through the relentless tickles.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle~” Minho sing-songed, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Who’s my ticklish little baby? Is it you, Jinnie? Hmm?”

Hyunjin’s only response was a series of hysterical, high-pitched squeals as he furiously shook his head. His tears had soaked the pillow beneath his head, and his face was so red it was a wonder he hadn’t combusted. “TUUHUHUHUHURN IHIHIT DOHOHOHOWN!! Please!!” He squealed.  

Minho couldn’t hold back a soft chuckle at the sight. “You’re so cute, I might explode,” he said. 

Jeongin cooed, loading the data as he continued to press the brush against Hyunjin’s arch, poor Hyune bouncing up and down and wailing as Innie cooed and pressed in. “I CAHAHAHANT AHANYMORE!!”

By the time the timer finally went off, Hyune was an absolute wreck. His hair clung to his sweat-dampened forehead, his cheeks glistened with tear streaks, and his body lay limp against the chair. Even so, Minho leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his flushed cheek, his voice soft and adoring.

“You’re the cutest little experiment, Jinnie~” he murmured, removing the brush and wiping away the tear tracks. “But maybe next time we’ll go for two hours, hmm?”

Hyunjin groaned, too exhausted to argue, though the small, sheepish smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. Minho just laughed, brushing Hyune’s hair out of his eyes. “Adorable~” Min whispered, unable to stop himself from planting another kiss.

[11thfempachi]

about me

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i speak Russian and English. Learning Mandarin Chinese unsuccessfully

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22

often post about genshin impact, naruto, bleach, yume nikki, zelda (botw & totk), animal crossing, half life, sometimes hunter x hunter, hellsing, jjba, the witcher 3 and danganronpa

used to paint but not much anymore

im interested in Han Chinese and Manchurian cultures, specifically Qing dynasty, art of Abrahamic religions, medieval European and ancient Roman culture, specifically art and customs. Prefer to read and watch non-fiction media.

my favourite art movement is Northern Renaissance. I know a whole lot about nothing and nothing about a lot of things

i am rude and I will bark at you for nothing. My taste in men is bad. My taste in women is worse and not in a girlboss way. Spending 10 years in the metalhead community did irreversible damage to my psyche and so did 12 years of watching anime. As opposed to a popular belief, I do watch normal movies, just rarely fiction.

i don't care about shipping and I'm writing a gen genshin x bleach crossover au fic.

i have a graphic designer degree that I never used and I hate this profession and everything it stands for.

my favourite topic is me, my favourite colour is me and my favourite season is me.

i hate one piece, game of thrones, chapell roan and harry styles.

but more than that

I hate your boyfriend and your virgin cathowlwicism and your childbirth-centric greek neopaganism and america and your favourite kpop idol and japan and organised religion.

I am always right and if you can't communicate without slurs I assume you're 14.

If you're American or Western European reread your sentence before you speak to me on experience of being SSA

[gravemutt]

people youd like to get to know better!!

ty for tagging meeee!!! @localthumbcache a bit late lol but i still wanna do this so ehehe

last song: if without you by ateez :3

favorite color: red, green, and black!! but sage/forest green specifically

currently watching: nothing :p but if you wanna include youtube, then ateez's show "wanteez" is what i watch in my free time!!

sweet/savory/spicy: savory and spicy things, im not toooo much on sweets

relationship: single and not rlly looking for anything romantic :pp

current obsession: ATEEEEEZ!!! my fav kpop boys </3 ive been into them for 5yrs now (practically at the beginning of their career) and i looove them so much, i hadnt been very into kpop in the past 2-3yrs too much? but recently ive been fixated on them again :3 they have helped me a lot in the past months and i jus watched them perform at COACHELLA THE OTHER DAYYY FOR THE FIRST TIME!! big achievements :c proud of them

last thing you googled: uhhhh medieval cc eeheh i have an idea for an au rn .. its a royalty one so x_X

tags: anyone can do this!! despite the point of the trend, i want anyone to do this if they so feel like it, and i wanna see what all of u r like!! so feel free to do this on ur own accord :3

[slimeclimbtime]

ZEROBASEONE AS FALL GUYS SEASONS

this is actually just me keeping a record for a potential future drawing series :) skipping season 1 as it's the base season!

SEASON 2 (MEDIEVAL) - HANBIN

this might also be because of all those fantasy/royalty aus that keep popping up on ao3, but hanbin is quite literally textbook-definition prince-coded

SEASON 3 (WINTER) - MATTHEW

i promise this isn't because matthew is canadian i promise this isn't because matthew is canadian i promise this isn't because matthew is canadian i promise this isn't because matthew is canadian-

SEASON 4 (RETRO FUTURE) - JIWOONG

this concept would suit jiwoong really well imo, the combination of all the pixelated rainbow colors (hehe pride) along with a more space-y type of theme works on him for his wonky personality (affectionate)

SEASON 5 (JUNGLE) - GUNWOOK

this is partially because he was in wild idol but also because of how the rounds in this season introduced the annoying ass hippos and the bouncy lilypads and just overall a really fun meta-changing time

SEASON 6 (CARNIVAL) - GYUVIN

gyuvin's natural personality helps with this one but also because of how colorful everything is. just like how gyuvin is. this was one of the underwhelming seasons but the music in this season slaps btw

SEASON 1 FFA (SPORTS) - YUJIN

this was the season that singlehandedly revived fall guys COMPLETELY, ushering in a new future (kinda like how yujin ushered in a new future of kpop by being 9th (i'm def not pulling this reasoning out of my ass rn))

SEASON 2 FFA (SPACE) - HAO

unlike season 4 this one has a more colder tone AND its just straight up space, and this season was so much fun but also so short :( the idea of hao being in the stars basically was just what got me here (it was super hard to pick one for him, actually). also matching number with hanbin

SEASON 3 FFA (OCEAN) - RICKY

this is partially a reference to seungeon (sea prince moment) but also with how long this season was people got tired of this one real fast. ricky however remains constantly awesome. also was really hard to pick this one

SEASON 4 FFA (CREATIVE) - TAERAE

this was the season that kept fall guys from dying again bc of the introduction of custom levels which is why the game's still alive now. taerae being a fashionista as well as just overall having a creative aspect to him sold this one for me

all in all these are mostly drawing ideas but lmk what yall think

[a-dream-bookmark]

what is your royalty or nobility fic?

Happy middle of the month! Royalty and Nobility are often the basis of famous works in literature and they're even more prevalent as an alternate universe in fanfiction. Becoming a monarch or a laird, one can read or write about drama, politics, and romance at the high levels of society. If you have written or read something that lets you imagine the majesties one can have at that level, do you want to highlight it?

We are compiling a list of royalty/nobility fics that are written with 4th gen kpop idol(s) in mind. Royalty and Nobility have shown in many combinations with many AUs, especially historical, medieval, regency, and/or modern. There are also combinations with other genres too, from the brightest and wholesome work to the darkest and gruesome works. We are open to all of them!

If you have one, you can insert them into our recommendation list that will be posted at the end of the month.

All you have to do is:

Send an ask with the fan fic work you want to recommend! You can submit with your user shown in the ask or anonymously. Also, optionally, give a comment on why you recommend this certain fic!

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[fourleafclovxr]

kei for character asks?

Headcanon A:  realistic

martial arts practitioner kei! specifically kendo (with swords). maybe he was introduced to it at arbed house as some way of releasing aggression / Evil. in my mind he's not particularly magically talented (does he even have a fingerglow? i don't remember) but he can beat anyone in physical combat.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

modern AU kei is a kpop stan :-) canon kei would probably be a fan of whatever Ye Olde Medieval Pop group is trending.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

maybe not quite awful, but i always hc'd kei as a musician- of some classical instrument like piano / violin? (i have no idea whether these exist in the sge timeline ngl)

his family thought he was cold & uncaring, etc, but not when it came to music. he'd only be content when playing / composing (?) and after he went to arbed house, he'd be bullied for it- for trying to be civilised and chivalrous and everything they weren't supposed to be. and he wouldn't ever touch music again.

(maybe for rhian. Maybe. in like, the "i'm dying, please sing something for me", wangxian way)

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

uh well he was (a) totally in love with rhian and (b) would have had the intention to tell him. before, you know, rhian died.

[imfckingdumb]

Searching for a roleplay partner.(Temporarily closed)

(Introduction and rules are on my acc!)

Hi! I'm Casper and I'm currently trying to find someone (who is also 20+) with whom to roleplay from time to time!

A bit about me and my roleplay style:

I've been roleplaying for 5+ years.

My roleplay style tends to be detail-oriented/lit/advanced lit/novella.

I write in first and third person, in present and past tense.

I tend to at least send a few paragraphs to keep a nice flow, and I expect something similar in return.

If we ever plot idol/character x oc, it'd have to be a double roleplay. I play one character for you and you do the same for me.

Others:

It's fine if you aren't as detail oriented, but I do appreciate if you as well bring ideas into the plot to make it more dynamic.

I can roleplay as kpop idols (mainly Straykids, I also know a bit about Txt but not much), genshin characters and anime/manga characters (if I know them).

Inside Skz I usually roleplay as Felix since I'm closest to him, nonetless I can always try to roleplay as any other member.

We would either roleplay here, through telegram or discord (even tho idk much about this last one).

The themes I usually go by and I'm most familiar with are two:

Romance: slice of life, childhood friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, college Au, etc. I can mainly write about mlm. But I can also try wlm and wlw (even tho I'm not used to do those).

Fantasy. Here I mostly like stories with vibes alike Akatsuki no Yona, Kimetsu no Yaiba, Magi, SAO, Jujutsu kaisen, etc. At the same time I really like witch/wizard themes as well as vampires, wherewolfs, fairies and any mythological or greek theme, even if I'm not an expert in any of those tbh.

Some specific themes I'd really like to try or I'm interested in:

Medieval mixed with fantasy.

Pirates mixed with fantasy.

Something alike Akatsuki no Yona.

Sci-fi.

Inside these themes more things can be added and mixed like romance, angst, nsfw, death or injuries as long as it helps the story (not self harm, no deaths that aren't fundamental to the plot), etc.

Things that I'd like to point out:

I will mainly expect Straykids plots, using them as models, unless its genshin or anime related ofc.

I am busy myself and sometimes it might take me long to reply. I obviously don't expect quick replies back, as I understand you too have your own personal things to do and go through.

English is NOT my first language so if I ever say something weird or that doesn't make sense at all, please correct me!! I do appreciate it a lot.

My timezone is like England's, it'd be nice if we have the same, or a similar one. If not, it's still fine, just keep in mind that replies migh take longer to arrive.

Pls send me a message if you're interested ^-^

[astraldynastykrp]

Dear traveler, Is magic your calling? Does your power over the elements, pointed teeth, or ears exceed anyone's imagination? Are you from a distant world? Will you keep secrets?

⚜ 19 + mewe rp ⚜ Story of the rp evolves with community and individuals ⚜ Semi-lit to literate! ⚜ AU & OC

The Kings command asks you to join Astral Dynasty and construct a world beyond rationality. In the Astral Kingdom, you'll prosper under the King's care, join hordes of individuals like you, and marvel at creatures so beautiful they inspired mythology.

Your monarch requires obedience. Long live the King.

HISTORY. WORLD. CITIZENS. SEALED ORDER. INDIVIDUALS

[leggomylino]

Sunrise | Prologue

Genre: Romance, drama/angst, a bit of comedy, medieval(-ish) au, beauty and the beast au  Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x fem!reader Word count: ~1.2k Warning(s): mild language, occasional angst, blood/violence, mentions of abuse A/N: Masterlist in BIO and at the end of post! | Based off the YA novel Cruel Beauty by Rosamund Hodge

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It was no lie that Hwang Hyunjin was what he was. A monster. A crook. A fiend. 

But had that been his fault? No. Had it been his intention to piss off the old hag who showed up at his doorstep looking for shelter, who also happened to be a witch?

...Well, yes, technically. But in his defense, he hadn’t known she’d been a witch. He just assumed she was another ex-royal his father’s company had put out of business, bankrupt and seeking reconciliation. Another pawn knocked off the chess board. 

So then was any of this really his fault? 

Not in the slightest.

Late November was when colorful bouts of leaves piled in the corners and around the front doors of Everain Palace, when icy winds took hold from north arctic fronts and chilled all those who inhabited it to the bone, or at least, those unfortunate enough to end up imprisoned in the steely corridors below. Dank, gray shadows fell over the surrounding dark atmosphere of the cold stone walls, seeping in elongated coverage that fell over the once festering city of New Amber, now reduced to nothing but a sickly small town until the return of the harvest season. If anyone even bothered coming back.

It was no secret why no one ever wanted to come back. Everyone knew about the curse. Rumors spread fast, and as the head of his father’s company Hyunjin couldn’t hide his scarred face forever. Afraid of becoming infected, afraid it would spread, half of the town vanished within the first few days. Another half of what was left disappeared over the course of the following two weeks, and the number of residents continued to dwindle even after that, until Hyunjin couldn’t even tell you how many remained as of today, six years later. Ten, maybe twelve royals, some small groups of peasants temporarily settling in until they too were told about the curse, and the dark secrets of the young man who lived beyond its walls. 

He was once beautiful until he ticked off the wrong old lady. Now he lives out his days staring at a reflection of who he once was.

The part he hated the most was that he couldn’t deny it was the truth.

“Mirror!” he called, clapping his hands once, twice, three times. “Where is my mirror?! Where the hell did you put it this time?!?”

Begrudgingly with a sigh a shadow cascaded down along the stone wall, manifesting into something three-dimensional only a moment later. Blue hair fluttered softly around smooth, rounded features, a lone earring sparkling faintly in the pale moonlight, accentuating ripped jeans and the confines of a pitch-black hoodie. 

The whole ensemble was tacky and incredibly outdated.

“Here…” His shadow said, holding out the small ornate mirror. His contractor grabbed it with anxious greedy hands, claws already beginning to form far too early thanks to the autumn equinox.

He paced away eagerly, collapsing to his corner of comforting feather downs and soft silk sheets, as he stared at a reflection of who he once was, who he used to be. How he would look today had he just pretended not to be home that ill-fated night.

“Jisung!” He barked, glaring angrily over his shoulder. “Come here.”

The boy-shadow sighed once more, nodding slowly as he had no right to refuse the man who had complete control over him. So he slowly sulked over toward the bed, shimmering at the seams as he passed through the inanimate threshold like a waking dream. Carefully his edges began to dissolve, bit by bit, until nothing but a faint air of smoke remained, settling dispersedly around the dim-lit bedroom.

Hyunjin never took his eyes off his past-in-the-present self, who only stared back at him with vacant, mournful eyes. “Show her to me.” he demanded, gently leaning a few inches forward. “Where is she?”

With careful swirls like a rippling tide the mirror faltered, spiraling and transforming the glass picture until the prince’s face was gone, the image of a girl taking his place.

Then another one. Then another one…

The mirror suddenly cracked. His hands tightened around the steel handle, a low growl resonating from behind parted lips curled up in a snarl.

“I’m sorry…” the mirror muttered, Jisung suddenly appearing out of the cracks to stand before him. “She’s still not here. I don’t know what you want me to do abo--”

“I don’t want you to do anything!” Hyunjin snapped, throwing down the mirror and shattering it into a million more pieces. “I just want her here! What’s taking her so long? Where is she?!”

“I--” Jisung winced as a few stray shards transpired through him, the feeling still foreign even after all these years and past mirrors similarly broken. “...I think these things just take time--”

“Time?! TIME?!?” Hyunjin was beyond livid. The moment he stood his servant shrunk back, nearly folding himself into the safe confinements of the old chiseled walls. “Time is something I don’t have. You know this, Jisung. If this goes on any longer I’ll…” His voice trailed off and he gulped, snatching a fistful of hair in his sharp dark claws. “...Why isn’t she here yet? What are you not telling me?”

“Telling you? Wha--”

“Shut up and answer me!” He demanded, slamming the boy against the wall. The poor guy would have sunken through had he, again, not been under such a binding spell. Instead the only thing he could do was resentfully comply, doing all he could to spitefully avoid eye contact. 

“I’m sorry, Hyunjin. I don’t know--”

“You’re working with her, aren’t you?” Hyunjin continued with narrowed eyes. He began to shake him, tightening his choke hold around the boy’s throat. 

Jisung gasped a bit, nails gritting against the echoing stone walls. “I-I really don’...” He tried to choke out. “...I really don’t know. I swear. Honest.”

“Lies.”

The tightening intensified. Jisung felt like he was nearly going to burst.

That’s when he’d gotten the idea.

“Y-Your right! I lied! I know where she is!”

The moment he was let go Jisung gasped for breath, grateful as the heavy sinking feeling of doom left his vacant bones. Hyunjin blinked once, twice before narrowing his eyes again, taking a careful step back. 

“...I knew you were lying to me. Where is she?”

After holding up his hand for breath, his shadow slowly looked up from his knees, straightening and readjusting his strange, stretchy cufflinks of the hooded cloak he wore. “She’s lying dormant somewhere. I can get her for you.”

“Where?”

“Under...erm,” He awkwardly coughed. “...O-Over that way...out yonder.” 

Hyunjin didn’t seem very keen on the way his servant waved his hand dismissively in the random direction of “out yonder”. 

But it was a risk he was willing to take. He was desperate. Three more days and...and…

“Fine,” he answered at last, lavishly turning his cape away from him to pace towards the half-opened window. “You have until sunrise to bring her to me. I won’t wait a moment longer.”

“Wha?! But she--”

“Fine! Twenty-four hours. And you better return with the right one, or else.”

He gave a precise gaze over the slender curve of his princely shoulders, and that was all it took for his shadow to sink out of sight into the folds of stone-pressed cement below, the clouds blotting out the last rays of moonlight around them.

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ღ Stray Kids M.List | M.List ღ

[a-casual-kpopfan]

A Queen and Her Knight - Teaser 2

People say monsters are scary. They say that monsters can kill everything and everyone with their monstrous strength. That monsters leave mountains of corpses everywhere they go. But....

"As declare by the nation of..."

But for you, the human greed is a far scarier thing, even more so than the biggest monster you've ever seen.

“... Loonadom is hereby to declare surrender and become a vassal nation of the Empire of Hybe. If not complied, the punishment will be severe.” After finish delivering the message, the messenger looks up to the Queen with a smug smile.

“So, what is your decision, fair lady?”

“You dare to address her highness like that?!” Without fail, the boisterous yell comes from the Queen’s left side. The Queen’s personal guard, decked out in full pure white armour. His hand already grasping his trusty sword, ready for a fight.

In retaliation, the messenger’s bodyguards also raise their own weapons, plunging the atmosphere in the room from already chilly to downright murderous, with a craving for bloodlust visible from both sides.

“My decision?” The Queen speaks, her low voice, usually gentle and kind, contains nothing but disdain for the group of people in front of her. She laughs, as if everything is just a joke, as if she is not afraid of anything.

But it’s true, how can she be afraid when you are here with her?

Her Commander.

“Loonadom has always seek peace amongst the human kingdoms, but if it’s a war you want, a war you shall get.” The Queen stands up on her throne, sheathing her blade and points it directly at the messenger.

“Loonadom yields to nothing, monsters or men!” With her thunderous roar, every knight in the room follows her in unison, showcasing just what it is they just provoked.

The messenger and his entourage seem unfazed by the display the Queen is putting on just now, only a slight smirk appear on his face.

“It’s your funeral, your highness.” Suddenly he pulls 2 small handheld crossbows, wasting no time to aim it at the Queen, firing 2 bolts at her.

“My Queen!” The Queen’s guard dives in front of her, using his shield to block the bolts, not noticing that you, have already made your move.

With swift movement, your sword leaves it’s sheathe in an arc at the same time you propel yourself forwards. The bolts, flying too fast for naked eyes, are just like paper planes to you, slow, predictable. One swing is enough to deflect both bolts.

Standing in the middle of the messenger, and the Queen with her Queen’s guard, is you, the Commander, dressed in a full black attire, your unique sword drawn in hand, and your blank eyes stare at the messenger.

“Looks like you’ve chosen your own fate, Sir messenger.” The Queen giggles coldly, knowing that nothing can befall on her when you are besides her. “Commander, send our guests off properly.”

“With pleasure.” In a blink of an eye, all that can be seen is a dark shadow dashing towards the 2 guards holding the spears. A purple arc is all the guards can see before their spear tips fell to the ground… Along with their heads. Plastered on their faces are the expressions of horror, confusion, reluctant. Their bodies slump onto the ground in a kneeling position, with blood spurting from their severed neck, splattering onto its surroundings, including you. Turning you from a Commander to a monster only appearing in the worst nightmare possible.

The messenger, covered in the bloods of his guards, feel fear for the first time in his life serving the Empire. “I-Impossible! You dare try to attack the messenger of the Hybe Empire?!” He tries to maintain his commanding aura, but everyone else can see, he is scared shitless, as evident by the pool of yellow liquid forming at his legs.

Snickering, you turn toward the messenger, your cold eyes seem to pierce him over and over, leaving him vulnerable as his façade fades away, and he attempts to flee…

“You really think I’ll let you go?”

Like a whirlwind, you catch up to him in no time, your sword carves into his flesh, like a chief scoring his meat, prepping it for the “seasoning” that is to come.

“P-Please spare me, I-I’m just the messenger…” The messenger shivers and trembles, his body is a mess, bloodied and full of slashes. In response, you only smirk devilishly “Your head should make a good gift.” “What-” Not even finishing his sentence, the messenger’s head is already on the floor, finally joining his bodyguards to be ‘gifts’ for Hybe, one that will leave an impression.

The room is filled with silence as everyone is simply normal with the gruesome scene happening just now. If one can strain their ears, they can hear the Queen’s guard mumbling something.

“Gather the troops” The Queen’s voice seems to awaken something inside everyone.

“We are going to war.”

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A few days later…….

After sending the “present” back to the Empire, Loonadom rapidly prepares itself for war, fortifying its walls, setting up defense and traps, raising soldiers’ morales with the Queen herself at the soon-to-be battlefield. No longer in a formal dress that accentuates her nobility (and flawless figure). The Queen now dons a set of armor just like her knights, saved for the pink accent of the armor, differentiate her from the others. As for you though….

“Commander Lunar, are you really going to war naked?” “What are you saying, General Yeojin? I’m wearing my attire-” And no armor-“ “Armor is clunky, they hinder my movement”

You and Yeojin are currently bickering inside the main tent at the battlefield. You in your usual black attire with no armor at all, only your trusty sword at your waist. Yeojin, on the other hand, is decked out in full white armor with orange accent, both of her hands hold orange maces ready to give anyone a beating they won’t ever forget.

“Ehem…” Your bickering is cut short by the Queen herself, who has been standing behind you two for a while now. “General Yeojin does make sense, Commander Lunar.”

The both of you salute her before Yeojin turns to face you with a victorious smile. “See? Even her Highness agree with me!” “... But I won’t be able to move as well in armor…” Teamed up by both your general and Queen, all you can do is sigh, admitting defeat. “I’ve never wore armor once since I became commander, and I didn’t see you guys protest much about it.”

Your voice seems to silence both, as their faces seem to fell into a contemplative silence. “…. Yeojin, can you leave us alone for a while?” The Queen speaks, her voice turns into her casual tone, as she doesn’t regard Yeojin by her title, but by her name instead. Surprised by her casual tone, Yeojin takes little time to regain her composure and retreats out of the tent, leaving only you, and the Queen.

“H-” “Let me talk first, Lunar.” You stay quiet as per her request. The Queen moves closer, her fingers reach up to your face, tracing your cheek all the way down to your chin, stopping at the scar that runs from your chin all the way down your neck, disappearing underneath your clothes. You shiver slightly as she trails the scar with her fingers, the scar left by the monster on that faithful night. The night she almost lost you.

“We, no, I’m just worried about you, my beloved. I almost lost you that night, and I will do everything in my power to prevent that from ever happening again.” She looks at you, and you lock eyes with her. Just one gaze is enough for you to understand her intentions. Her eyes, burning bright with courage, fervor, nobility, yet a hint of fear and loneliness slip through the cracks of her perfect image as “the Battle Queen of Loonadom”.

Smiling softly, you take her hand into yours, your thumb tracing her callous palm, before you lean down to kiss her hand. An action usually seen as courteous, contains an entirely different meaning for the both of you. “I’m sorry for making you worried. And I can’t make any promises about being safe, because we both know how dangerous my work can be. But I can promise you….” You look like at her, dirty blonde hair tied up into a ponytail, breathtaking eyes, soft and plump lips (that you absolutely loves). “I’ll promise you that I’ll always come back to you, no matter what.” Your hand places against her cheek, causing her to lean into your palm almost instinctually. “Because I’m your Knight, your Commander, your right hand, and one day….” Your smile turn bittersweet at the thought of it. “It’s ok, you don’t have to say it, I understand…” She looks happy, almost blissful leaning against your palm, having dearly missed the feeling of your hand against her cheek again. The feeling of her body wrapped around yours, the comfort, the warmth……

The moment they share is interrupted by the sound of a horn, signaling that their enemy has arrived. Neither of you want to leave. Neither of you want to return to reality. But alas, someone must do it. “Shall we go, your Highness?” She chuckles, pulling you into a sudden hug before heading out.

“One day, you’ll be able to call me ‘yours’, I promise.”

Stunned by her words, you stand for a while, before regaining your composure from the yelling of the soldiers outside. “I’ll hold you to that, my love.” You mumble to yourself before joining the army outside, preparing yourself for the upcoming fight.

[vhosketch]

Hmm, hola.

He querido hacer algo así como una mini historia de un bts au hace tiempo, inicialmente quería hacerlo en formato comic (por twitter) pero nunca quedaba satisfecha, así que intentare hacerlo en un formato híbrido por aquí a ver que sale.

Esto será algo experimental que no pretende seguir una trama en sí, sólo es por diversión y sin el proposito de ofender a nadie. Acepto sugerencias respetuosas.

Sin alas ni corona ┋Prólogo

El reino de Smeraldo siempre fue uno en el que abundaba la magia y alegria por doquier, esto hasta que la familia real fue traicionada y asesinada; dejando como único sobreviviente a un joven Taehyung. Este fue protegido y resguardado mientras los traidores se apoderaban del trono, sin saber donde había quedado aquel chiquillo que perdieron por mero descuido.

En realidad sí que lo buscaron por muchos años, y lo seguían haciendo, pero nunca fueron capaces de encontrarlo, pues nunca se dejaba ver.

Ahora el reino estaba en decadencia, sin un rey que fuera digno de portar la corona el reino perdía lentamente todo rastro de vitalidad, degradandose y siendo irreconocible. Durante los primeros años de nuevo gobierno este hecho no fue muy notorio, sino hasta acercarse el cumpleaños número veintiuno del joven heredero sin rostro.

Un día um joven se topa con un escurridizo bandido, sin percatarse de que esto cambiaria completamente su vida.

Tal vez el reino pueda conseguir un gobernante capaz de darle vida nuevamente.