#kpop medieval au

[starmatzz]

Chapter 17: Guilt

Treasure Of Utopia

Seonghwa sat calmly in the dining hall, his chin resting on his hand as his eyes followed Wooyoung darting around the kitchen like a whirlwind. Pots clattered, cabinets slammed shut, and Wooyoung muttered to himself as if he were on the verge of solving the world’s greatest problem.

“Broth… broth,” Wooyoung said, frantically opening another cabinet. “Mom always said broth is good during pregnancy!�� His voice was edged with both determination and a tinge of panic as he grabbed a pot and set it on the old stove with a loud clank.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile. “Wooyoung, you’re acting like you’re the one who’s pregnant,” he teased, leaning back in his chair.

Wooyoung spun around, a wooden spoon in one hand and a packet of spices in the other. “Excuse me?” he said, looking both flustered and indignant. “I’m helping! Someone has to make sure everything is perfect. This isn’t just about food, Seonghwa. It’s about care, comfort, support!”

Seonghwa chuckled softly. “I think you’re stressing yourself out more than me.  Maybe you should sit down and let the broth take care of itself.”

But Wooyoung shook his head vehemently, already tossing ingredients into the pot like his life depended on it. “No way. This is going to be the best broth ever. Mark my words, Seonghwa!”

Seonghwa sighed, his expression fond as he watched Wooyoung move with unrelenting energy. “Just don’t burn the kitchen down, alright?”

“Are you planning to tell Hongjoong?” Wooyoung suddenly asked, his tone dropping into something more serious, the usual playfulness gone. He turned from the stove to glance at Seonghwa, who had gone quiet, his fingers tracing the rim of the cup in front of him.

Seonghwa took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself. “Yes,” he finally said, his voice soft but resolute. “Don’t get me wrong, Wooyoung. I am actually happy. I’ve always wanted this—to see my own pups running around, to give them the kind of love my mom gave me.” A small, wistful smile tugged at his lips as he spoke.

But then, his gaze dropped to the table, and his shoulders seemed to curl inward just slightly. “I just…” he trailed off, his fingers tightening around the cup. “My mom would be so happy. She’d probably cry tears of joy the moment she heard. And it makes me miss home even more.” His voice cracked just a little at the end, the longing in his words evident.

Wooyoung stepped away from the stove, wiping his hands on a apron as he moved to sit across from Seonghwa. “You’ll tell him,” he said quietly, his usual energy replaced with a gentler presence. “And when you do, you’ll have a new home—a family. And she’ll be proud of you, Seonghwa. I know it.”

But life on a ship, with pirates—no offense, Wooyoung—” Seonghwa sighed, his shoulders slumping as he stared down at the table, “isn’t for me.” His voice was tinged with weariness, a sadness that had never quite left him since the day his world was turned upside down. “I’m a prince. I was supposed to take on the duty of becoming the next king.”

Wooyoung, who had been stirring the broth absentmindedly, froze. His eyes flicked to Seonghwa, his usual playful demeanor replaced with quiet seriousness. “Seonghwa…” he started softly, but Seonghwa continued, his voice growing quieter.

“They must think I abandoned them. My mother, my people… everyone I was supposed to protect,” Seonghwa murmured, his voice cracking under the weight of his guilt. “I disappeared without a trace. And even though I didn’t choose this, it doesn’t change the fact that I left them behind.”

The room felt heavier, the quiet bubbling of the broth the only sound. Wooyoung set the spoon down carefully and crossed the room, leaning against the table to look at Seonghwa. “Seonghwa, listen to me,” he said gently, his tone unusually soft. “You didn’t abandon them. You didn’t ask for any of this. What happened to you… it wasn’t your fault.”

Seonghwa looked up, his eyes filled with anguish. “But they don’t know that. All they know is that I’m gone. How do I go back after all this time? How do I face them knowing I couldn’t stop it?”

Wooyoung sighed, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back against the counter. “Don’t stress now, Seonghwa,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Everything will end well. You’ve been through too much to give up now.”

Seonghwa glanced at him, his expression conflicted, but Wooyoung wasn’t finished. He crossed his arms, his gaze steady. “And Hongjoong loves you, doesn’t he? That man would do anything for you. You know that as well as I do.”

At the mention of Hongjoong, Seonghwa’s lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze falling to the table. The thought of Hongjoong did bring some comfort, but it also made the weight on his chest feel heavier. “He does,” Seonghwa admitted softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “But sometimes I wonder if I’m just a burden to him. All this… everything I bring with me.”

“Burden?” Wooyoung scoffed, shaking his head. “If you think for a second that Hongjoong sees you as a burden, you don’t know him at all. He’s our captain for a reason, Seonghwa, but more than that, he’s someone who loves you for who you are—not for where you came from or what’s happened to you.”

Seonghwa’s shoulders relaxed slightly at Wooyoung’s words, though the sadness in his eyes didn’t completely fade. “I hope you’re right,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against the edge of the table.

“I know I’m right,” Wooyoung said confidently, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Now, stop overthinking and trust him. Trust us. You’re not alone in this.”

Seonghwa glanced up at him, the faintest hint of a smile creeping onto his face. “Thanks, Wooyoung,” he said quietly, the words carrying a touch more hope this time.

The day dragged on, with Seonghwa keeping himself busy to avoid getting lost in his thoughts. Hongjoong had been absent the entire day, holed up with Jongho in the captain’s quarters, pouring over maps and charts as they planned tomorrow’s adventure. By the time dinner rolled around, Seonghwa realized it was the first time he’d seen Hongjoong all day.

The dining hall was lively as usual, the crew laughing and chatting as they filled their plates. Seonghwa sat quietly at the long table, absently pushing his food around with his fork, when he felt a familiar presence beside him.

“Long day?” Hongjoong asked, his voice soft but carrying a hint of exhaustion. He slid into the seat next to Seonghwa, his captain’s coat draped over his shoulders and his hair slightly disheveled, as though he hadn’t stopped moving since sunrise.

Seonghwa glanced up, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the lingering weight in his chest. “I could say the same to you,” he replied, his tone light but warm. “You’ve been locked away with Jongho all day. I was starting to think you forgot about us.”

Hongjoong chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Hardly. Jongho’s just… thorough,” he said, a touch of fond exasperation in his voice. “But I’m here now. That counts, right?”

“It does,” Seonghwa said softly, his gaze lingering on Hongjoong for a moment longer than usual. In the noise of the dining hall, the two of them seemed to carve out a small, quiet bubble, just for themselves.

As they ate, Hongjoong’s hand found its way to Seonghwa’s thigh, his touch gentle but steady, a quiet reassurance in the chaotic atmosphere of the dining hall. Seonghwa glanced down briefly, his heart fluttering at the small gesture, but he quickly composed himself, not wanting to draw attention to the moment.

His eyes shifted around the room, scanning the familiar faces of the crew. Everyone seemed caught up in their usual banter and laughter, but two particular seats were conspicuously empty. Yunho and Mingi were both missing.

Seonghwa frowned slightly. It wasn’t unusual for Mingi to skip meals—he often claimed he preferred solitude when he wasn’t feeling up to the noise—but Yunho’s absence was rare. He was almost always at the table, a calming presence even in the most chaotic moments.

“Yunho and Mingi aren’t here,” Seonghwa murmured, his voice low enough that only Hongjoong could hear.

Hongjoong paused, his fork halfway to his mouth. He followed Seonghwa’s gaze toward the empty seats, his brow furrowing slightly. “Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully, setting his fork down. “That’s strange for Yunho. Did you see him at all today?”

Seonghwa shook his head. “No, I haven’t. I assumed he was busy helping out somewhere, but it’s odd for him to miss dinner.” He lied. 

Hongjoong tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his expression thoughtful. “I’ll check on him after we finish here,” he said. Then, with a faint smile, he gave Seonghwa’s thigh a small squeeze. “Don’t worry too much, love. Yunho can handle himself. And Mingi… well, you know how he is.”

Seonghwa nodded, though the faint unease in his chest didn’t entirely dissipate. Still, the warmth of Hongjoong’s touch anchored him, and he tried to push the thought aside for now, focusing instead on the quiet comfort of their shared moment.

“Attention, everyone!” Jongho’s deep voice cut through the chatter of the dining hall as he strode in, his presence commanding instant attention. He stood tall near the center of the room, a confident gleam in his eyes as he addressed the crew.

“The island we’ve been looking for is just a few kilometers ahead of us,” he announced, his words sending an electric current through the air. The room seemed to hold its breath as he continued. “Get ready for tomorrow—because we’re going to find the treasure!”

With that, Jongho raised a goblet filled with rum, the liquid catching the dim light of the lanterns. His voice rang out boldly as he declared, “To adventure and glory!”

The room erupted into cheers, the sound reverberating off the walls as the crew raised their own drinks in response. “To the treasure!” someone shouted, and the chant quickly spread, filling the room with infectious excitement.

Seonghwa watched the scene unfold, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the unease lingering in the back of his mind. He felt Hongjoong’s hand give his thigh another reassuring squeeze under the table, grounding him once again.

“Big day tomorrow,” Hongjoong said, leaning closer so Seonghwa could hear him over the noise. His eyes sparkled with a mix of determination and mischief. “Hope you’re ready for it.”

Seonghwa nodded, his heart caught between the thrill of the crew’s energy and the weight of the uncertainty ahead. 

“Amazing job, captain,” Wooyoung said with a grin, patting Hongjoong’s back enthusiastically. His energy was as infectious as ever, and the lighthearted praise drew a faint smile from Hongjoong.

“Thanks, Wooyoung,” Hongjoong replied, his tone warm but carrying a subtle exhaustion. “Let’s just hope the hard work pays off tomorrow.”

Across the room, Yeosang approached Jongho, his usual calm demeanor accompanied by a genuine smile. Jongho had barely set down his goblet when Yeosang clapped a hand on his shoulder. “You worked hard today,” Yeosang said, his voice steady but full of encouragement.

Jongho tilted his head slightly, meeting Yeosang's gaze. A small but proud smile crept onto his face. “Thanks, Yeosang,” he replied, his tone modest. “But we’re not done yet. Tomorrow’s going to be the real test.”

Yeosang chuckled softly, giving Jongho’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I know, but you’ve got this. We all do.”

The two shared a brief moment of mutual respect before the noise of the dining hall pulled them back into the lively atmosphere. As the crew laughed and toasted to their upcoming adventure, the camaraderie between them all felt stronger than ever, a quiet reassurance that no matter what lay ahead, they would face it together.

After the celebration wound down, Hongjoong and Seonghwa slipped out of the dining hall together, the noise fading behind them. Hongjoong’s arm was wrapped snugly around Seonghwa’s waist, his touch both protective and possessive. As they reached the quiet corridor outside the crew quarters, Hongjoong leaned closer, his breath warm against Seonghwa’s ear.

“You smell different today,” Hongjoong murmured, his voice low and teasing. “Sweeter…”

Seonghwa froze for a moment, his cheeks flushing a deep red. He knew exactly what Hongjoong meant, and the realization made his heart race.

Hongjoong stopped walking, pulling them to a halt just outside their quarters. His lips curved into a mischievous smile as he whispered, “Maybe I’ll have you as dessert tonight.” He leaned in, pressing a soft, fleeting kiss to Seonghwa’s lips, his fingers tightening slightly on Seonghwa’s waist.

Seonghwa’s breath caught in his throat, his mind spinning. This was the moment—he had to tell Hongjoong now. “Hongjoong, I—” he started, his voice trembling slightly as he began to speak.

But before he could finish, Hongjoong pulled away, a look of sudden realization crossing his face. “Ah, almost forgot,” he said, his tone shifting to one of casual urgency. “I need to check on Yunho.”

He gave Seonghwa a quick, apologetic smile and a soft squeeze on his waist before stepping back. “Don’t wait up for me, okay?” he said with a wink before disappearing down the hallway, leaving Seonghwa standing there, his words caught in his throat and his heart sinking with the missed opportunity.

Seonghwa sighed quietly, the weight of the evening and the words he hadn’t yet spoken hanging heavily on his mind. He made his way to the quarters, the soft click of the door shutting behind him the only sound in the dimly lit hallway.

Without another thought, he crawled into the bed, the sheets cool against his skin. His mind replayed the moments with Hongjoong—the teasing, the closeness, the unspoken tension that still lingered in the air. It was all so much, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to voice what had been building up inside him since morning.

With a soft sigh, he pulled the sheets over his body and closed his eyes, willing himself to forget for just a moment. The exhaustion from the day, both physical and emotional, finally caught up with him. His hand instinctively drifted to rest protectively on his stomach, the small, comforting gesture soothing him as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Hongjoong stood outside Yunho’s door, his hand still resting on the handle, waiting for some sign of response. A few seconds passed, then a loud, frustrated voice came from behind the door.

“Get lost!” Yunho shouted, his tone harsh, a reflection of the tension that had been building all day.

Hongjoong didn’t flinch. His jaw tightened, but his voice remained steady, firm. “Yunho.”

There was a long silence, and for a moment, Hongjoong wondered if Yunho would refuse to acknowledge him entirely. But then, the door creaked open slowly, revealing Yunho standing there, his posture slumped, his eyes red and puffy as though he had been crying.

“I apologize, Captain…” Yunho’s voice was quieter now, almost hollow. His gaze didn’t meet Hongjoong’s, his hands fidgeting at his sides, clearly struggling with something deep inside.

Hongjoong’s expression softened, though there was a firmness in his eyes. He stepped closer, not saying anything for a moment, giving Yunho space to gather himself.

“You don’t have to apologize, Yunho,” Hongjoong said, his voice gentle but firm. “But I need to know what’s going on. Why are you shutting everyone out?”

Yunho finally met his gaze, though the vulnerability in his eyes was hard to ignore. He opened his mouth as though to say something, but no words came out. Instead, he lowered his head, shaking it slightly. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Hongjoong nodded, his expression softening as he took a small step back, respecting Yunho’s space. “Okay, I won’t force you to talk about it,” he said quietly. “But whenever you’re ready, just know you can talk to me.”

He placed a hand on Yunho’s shoulder briefly, offering a touch of reassurance before asking, “Have you seen Mingi?”

At the mention of Mingi’s name, Hongjoong felt Yunho stiffen. His body tensed visibly, and for a brief moment, Hongjoong could sense the unease lingering beneath the surface. Yunho shook his head, his eyes downcast.

“No, I haven’t seen him,” Yunho muttered, his voice low, almost guarded. Then, his tone shifted, growing more serious. “But… he’s in rut. You might wanna keep an eye on Seonghwa.”

The weight of Yunho’s words hit Hongjoong instantly. His brows furrowed as he processed the implications. “In rut?” Hongjoong repeated, his voice tight with concern. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Yunho sighed, his shoulders slumping even more. “I wasn’t sure if you were aware, Captain. I thought it would be best to let you know now, just in case.” He looked up at Hongjoong, his expression apologetic. “I didn’t want to cause any more trouble.”

Hongjoong’s gaze hardened slightly, though his voice remained calm. “I appreciate you telling me, Yunho. I’ll make sure Seonghwa’s safe. Don’t worry about him. Just take care of yourself, alright?” He gave Yunho a final, firm nod, his hand lingering for a moment longer on his shoulder before pulling back.

“I’ll check on Mingi,” Hongjoong added. “And make sure everything’s handled. But if you need anything—anything at all—don’t hesitate to reach out.”

Yunho gave a small, reluctant nod, a silent gratitude in his eyes. “Thanks, Captain.”

With that, Hongjoong turned to leave, the weight of the situation settling heavily on his shoulders. He had a lot to take care of, and his instincts told him that things were only going to get more complicated from here.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Hongjoong let out a long, heavy sigh. His fingers ran through his hair in frustration, eyes briefly closing as he tried to shake off the tension that had built up over the past few days. He couldn’t help but feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him. Yunho and Mingi—two of his closest crew members—were at odds, and it seemed like there was always some misunderstanding between them. No matter how much they tried to move forward, there was something that always held them back.

Hongjoong shook his head, pushing the thoughts aside for now. He needed to focus, and his priority was clear. Mingi’s rut was something he couldn’t ignore, especially with Seonghwa’s well-being potentially at risk.

His mind snapped back to the present as he straightened, his gaze narrowing with renewed determination. He didn’t have time to dwell on Yunho and Mingi’s complicated dynamics. He needed to find Mingi and make sure everything was under control before things got worse.

Hongjoong moved quickly down the hallway, his steps purposeful. He checked the usual places Mingi might retreat to—the crew’s shared spaces, the cargo hold, but there was no sign of him. The closer he got to the crew quarters, the more he could feel the tension building in the air.

When he finally reached the door to Mingi’s room, he hesitated for only a moment before knocking softly. “Mingi?” Hongjoong called out, his voice low but firm. “It’s Hongjoong. We need to talk.”

There was no response, and after a beat, Hongjoong pushed the door open, stepping inside cautiously. His eyes adjusted to the dim light, and he immediately spotted Mingi sitting on the bed, looking disheveled, his breathing erratic. Hongjoong’s heart sank as he saw the familiar signs of someone in the midst of their rut.

“Mingi…” Hongjoong began softly, his voice filled with concern. “Are you alright? I know this isn’t easy, but we need to talk. You need to take care of yourself, okay?”

Mingi looked up, his eyes heavy with confusion and something else—pain. He opened his mouth to speak, but his words were lost in the haze of his condition.

“Wooyoung had some herbs, maybe they will help,” he suggested gently, trying to keep his voice calm and steady. He could feel the tension in the room, the air thick with unspoken emotions. “But we need to talk, Mingi. You need to rest, take care of yourself—”

Before he could finish, Hongjoong paused, sensing the subtle shift in Mingi’s demeanor. The air seemed to grow heavier, and Mingi’s eyes, once clouded with the confusion of his rut, suddenly flashed a deep, fiery red. Hongjoong could feel the change in the atmosphere almost instantly, the heat of Mingi’s gaze locking onto him with intense focus.

As the sharp, predatory gleam in Mingi’s eyes remained, Hongjoong instinctively took a cautious step back, his hand lowering slightly, though he kept his voice steady. “What happened between you and Yunho?” he asked softly, his tone more curious than confrontational. “You two have been distant, and it’s affecting everyone. You both deserve clarity.”

At the mention of Yunho’s name, Mingi’s body stiffened, his jaw tightening. He didn’t respond immediately, but the rage simmering beneath the surface was unmistakable. His fists clenched at his sides, his breathing uneven.

Hongjoong kept his distance, giving Mingi space to process, knowing the pressure of his rut made everything more volatile. “Mingi, you don’t have to do this alone. Whatever happened with Yunho… it’s not just about him or you. The whole crew feels it. We need to fix this, together.”

The flicker of anger in Mingi’s eyes dimmed just slightly, but the raw emotion in his gaze remained. “You don’t understand,” Mingi growled softly, his voice low but edged with frustration. “It’s not just him.” His teeth were bared now, the conflict clear in the twitch of his muscles. He looked away, as though unsure of what to say next.

Hongjoong held Mingi’s gaze for a long moment, his expression softened with patience. “Then help me understand,” he said quietly. “I’m here for you, but I need you to let me in. You don’t have to fight everything on your own, Mingi. Not with me, not with Yunho.”

For a long moment, there was silence between them, broken only by Mingi’s labored breathing. The weight of everything seemed to settle in the room, leaving Hongjoong waiting, ready to listen, hoping that Mingi would finally share what had been haunting him.

Mingi’s eyes, once filled with confusion and pain, flared with something more intense now—anger. The tension in his posture seemed to snap, and he stepped forward, his words laced with frustration.

“Seonghwa’s pregnant,” Mingi spat, his voice thick with emotion. His fists clenched tightly at his sides, his breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts. “And it’s your fault. You didn’t even mark him. You’ve been so wrapped up in everything else, you didn’t even notice what was happening right under your nose.”

Hongjoong blinked, shocked by the rawness in Mingi’s words. He had never seen Mingi so angry, his eyes burning with jealousy. The room felt smaller as Mingi’s emotions swirled, and Hongjoong could feel the weight of everything crashing down on him in an instant.

“What are you talking about?” Hongjoong asked, his voice more cautious now, trying to understand the storm that was building in front of him. “Mingi, I don’t—”

“Don’t lie to me, Captain!” Mingi’s voice cracked, and there was an edge to his words now, a desperate sort of pain. “You’ve been so distracted with your plans, with your damn crew, you didn’t even notice Seonghwa slipping away. He’s been hiding it, and now—now he’s pregnant, and you’ve done nothing! You didn’t mark him, you didn’t claim him.” He shoved his hand into his hair, looking like he wanted to tear it out. “Do you even care about him? Do you even care about any of us?”

The anger in Mingi’s words hung heavily in the air. Hongjoong took a step back, the weight of his failure settling over him. His mind raced, and for a moment, he couldn’t respond, caught off guard by the bitterness and the truth in Mingi’s words.

Mingi’s chest heaved with every breath, his frustration palpable. “I’ve been here, doing everything for this damn crew. And all the while, I’ve been left out. Left out of everything. You never notice, you never see me. And now… Seonghwa’s pregnant, and you’ve done nothing to protect him. You’ve failed him, Hongjoong. You’ve failed all of us.”

Hongjoong felt the sharpness of Mingi’s words pierce him, the guilt that had been building inside him for so long now boiling over. Mingi wasn’t just angry at Seonghwa’s situation—he was angry at Hongjoong himself. And the jealousy was undeniable.

“I’m sorry,” Hongjoong finally said, his voice quiet, but there was no hiding the hurt in his tone. He met Mingi’s gaze, his own eyes filled with regret. “I didn’t mean to fail Seonghwa. I didn’t even know… about the pregnancy. I should have noticed sooner, should have been more present.” He paused, swallowing hard. “And I’m sorry for making you feel left out. I never wanted that.”

Mingi let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “Sorry doesn’t change anything,” he muttered, his voice low and full of hurt. “You’ve been too busy with everything else to see what’s been right in front of you. You always put everyone else first, and we’re just left picking up the pieces. But I’m done, Hongjoong. I’m done being ignored.”

Before Hongjoong could respond, Mingi turned away, his back to him, his shoulders shaking with the weight of his emotions. “Do whatever you want. Just don’t act like you care now. You’ve already failed.”

Hongjoong stood frozen in the middle of the room, the gravity of Mingi’s words sinking deep into his chest. He had always prided himself on being a leader, on taking care of his crew. But this? This was a failure of the deepest kind. And as Mingi’s anger continued to echo in the air, Hongjoong realized that there was no easy way to fix the damage that had been done.

Hongjoong walked down the dimly lit hallway, his heart heavy, each step feeling like an eternity. His chest ached with the weight of Mingi’s anger, his own guilt tightening around him like a vice. He tried to push everything out of his mind, but the words lingered, echoing in his thoughts: “You’ve failed him… you’ve failed all of us.”

By the time he reached the quarters, he could barely hold himself together. His fingers trembled as he pushed open the door, entering the room as quietly as possible. The sight of Seonghwa asleep in their bed immediately stopped him in his tracks.

Seonghwa’s face was peaceful, a soft, serene expression that made Hongjoong’s heart ache even more. But as his gaze traveled down, his eyes caught the hand resting gently on Seonghwa’s stomach. Hongjoong’s breath hitched, and his vision blurred with the weight of what that simple gesture meant.

The realization hit him like a physical blow, and his body shook. The tears came fast and hot, and he covered his mouth, choking on the sobs that escaped him. He had failed Seonghwa, failed to protect him, failed to notice what was happening, and now, the consequences were clear. The child… it was already growing inside Seonghwa, and Hongjoong had no idea how to fix what had gone wrong.

Hongjoong stood there for what felt like hours, his body trembling, his heart breaking as he looked at Seonghwa, so unaware of the pain and guilt that consumed him. He knelt beside the bed, reaching out hesitantly, his hand hovering over Seonghwa’s, not quite able to touch him.

How could I let this happen?

The tears streamed freely now, and Hongjoong allowed himself to cry, to feel the weight of everything he had failed to do. He had always promised to protect Seonghwa, to keep him safe, and now this—he hadn’t even noticed when Seonghwa had needed him the most.

Seonghwa shifted in his sleep, his hand instinctively moving to rest on his stomach more securely. Hongjoong’s heart clenched painfully as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from Seonghwa’s face.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, barely able to get the words out. “I should have been there… I should have seen it…”

He stayed there, kneeling beside Seonghwa’s bed, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. The guilt, the regret, and the pain of knowing he had let Seonghwa down were overwhelming. Hongjoong knew he couldn’t undo what had happened, but the least he could do now was be there for Seonghwa.

He wiped his face with the back of his hand, steadying himself, taking a deep breath. There was so much he needed to do, so much to make right, but for now, all he could do was watch over Seonghwa as he slept, vowing silently to never let him feel so alone again.

Hongjoong carefully crawled into bed beside Seonghwa, his heart still heavy, yet something in him longed to be close to the man he loved. He had spent so much time lost in his guilt, in the weight of Mingi’s anger, but now, lying next to Seonghwa, the need to protect him, to hold him, overwhelmed everything else.

He gently wrapped his arm around Seonghwa, pulling him close, careful not to disturb him too much. The warmth of Seonghwa’s body against his own felt like a fragile comfort in the midst of the chaos. Hongjoong closed his eyes, his forehead resting lightly against Seonghwa’s, as if the simple touch could somehow bring clarity to the mess he’d created.

We never even talked about pups, Hongjoong thought, his chest tightening at the thought. We were never even fully…

The unspoken truth, the bond that had always been there between them, weighed heavily on Hongjoong’s mind. He had never marked Seonghwa, never fully claimed him as his own. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to—it was more like he kept putting it off, thinking they had all the time in the world. But now, everything had changed. Seonghwa was carrying their child, and Hongjoong had failed to take the steps to protect him, to make him feel secure.

Seonghwa shifted in his sleep, and Hongjoong instinctively pulled him closer, his heart breaking at the vulnerability he saw in his peaceful face. The gentle rise and fall of Seonghwa’s chest, the way he still trusted Hongjoong even after everything, made the guilt grow even deeper.

Hongjoong could feel the weight of his own actions pressing down on him, but he also felt the immense responsibility of what was to come. Seonghwa was his—he should’ve protected him better, should’ve claimed him long ago, and now the consequences were more real than ever.

He whispered, though it was more to himself than anyone else, “I’m sorry… I should’ve done better. I should’ve marked you. Should’ve claimed you as mine.” His voice was raw, full of regret.

As he held Seonghwa close, Hongjoong vowed to make it right. No more running away from their bond, no more hiding from the truth of what they were meant to be. They would face this together, and Hongjoong would do everything in his power to protect Seonghwa and their child, no matter what it took.

His hand gently rested on Seonghwa’s stomach, a quiet promise to both him and the life growing inside him. I’ll take care of you. I’ll protect you both.

And for the first time that night, Hongjoong let himself drift into a fitful, restless sleep, determined to make up for the time he had lost.

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[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.

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최승철 // Choi Seungcheol [S.Coups] Fic Recsᡣ𐭩 Part II

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“AMORTENTIA; Seungcheol [Gryffindor Captain]” (Part of AMORTENTIA Series) by @http-mianhae

Fem!reader || Hogwarts au, fluff, angst, one-sided love || W.C: 17.1k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Being head-over-heels for the Gryffindor captain is harder than it seems, especially when everyone knows about your little crush on Seungcheol and he takes it lightly. Until when you’re partnered up and forced to be in each other’s lives on a daily basis, that’s when things take a bit of a turn

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“SONDER” by @jundundun

Fem!reader || medieval au, smut, angst, slowburn || W.C: 14.3k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･seungcheol is the head knight of the kingdom of nephele. what happens when seungcheol begins to fall for the princess and resident sweetheart, Y/N.

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“Bend & Break” by @whipped-for-kpop-fics

Fem!reader || coworker au, friends to fuckers, smut || W.C: 10k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･You've recently been hired due to the sunshine personality you showed for an interview, purely with the intention of the company pairing you up with Seungcheol to counteract his grumpy attitude around the office. Nobody realises it's just a work persona of yours and when someone does, it's none other than Choi Seungcheol himself.

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“Heartbreaker” by @hannieween

[Series] || Fem!reader || exes to lovers, angst, smut || Parts: 4 || Total W.C: 65.4k (as of now) || Status: Ongoing

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Three events made you wonder if you are the unluckiest person in the world. First, the constant hopping from job to job, only to land in a local bar. Second, the revelation that your new boss is none other than your ex. Third, the painful realisation that you're not completely over your him.

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“Troublemaker” by @whipped-for-kpop-fics

Fem!reader || gang au, smut, angst, humour, fluff || W.C: 15.9k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･You're known for being able to get your hands on anything you want; drugs, weapons, money, cars. Except your boss, he's always been a little out of your reach, until the day you have him handcuffed in the backseat.

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“Crossing Boundaries” by @wonusite

Fem!reader || single dad au, nanny au, smut, fluff || W.C: 8.6k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Seungcheol has always demanded that all of his employees keep professional boundaries, but it frustrates him that his son’s nanny is a little too good at keeping things professional.

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“The Pen Pal Project” by @mr-cha-n

Fluff, fluff, and more fluff, tiny angst || W.C: 10.2k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Over a decade of handwritten letters later, you can happily say that the Pen Pal Project was your greatest success.

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“Lover” by @starlightxsvt

Fem!reader || sugar daddy au, fake dating, strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, angst, fluff || W.C: 15.7k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･the worst first meeting and then an uncanny proposition is enough to cause trouble for you. you fall for a man who doesn't seem all that keen on returning your feelings.

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“Exes and Oh’s” by @toruro

Fem!reader || smut, angst || W.C: 15.8k+

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･when your ex-best friend breaks up with your other ex-best friend, you’re stuck between keeping this door (that you never wanted closed) shut tight, and making amends. naturally, choosing to let your heart open to the person who ripped it apart isn’t the easiest of decisions, but then again, life has a funny way of making you choose.

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“Terrifyingly Innocent” by @twogyuu

[Series] || Fem!reader || uni au, older brother's best friend, fluff, angst, fake dating, slowburn || Parts: 19 || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day.

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“To Boil A Frog” by @seungkwansphd

Childhood acquaintances to lovers, brother's best friend, slowburn, romance || W.C: 15.6k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･you & cheol go back, like way back. growing up together, you never felt anything more for him than a proximity based fondness, but things are a little different since you moved back to town.

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“Heartbreak Girl” by @nevernonline

Fem!reader || friends to lovers, suggestive || W.C: 8.6k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Seungcheol struggles with his feelings for his best friend, y/n, who is caught in a complicated relationship. As he watches her suffer from heartbreak, he finds it increasingly difficult to conceal his love for her.

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“Somebody” by @onlymingyus

Fem!reader || single dad au, fake dating, smut, fluff, angst, romance || W.C: 25.2k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･When you need someone to help you out of a bind quickly, you pick the first person you see to be your “boyfriend”, you just didn’t expect it to be your single hot dad neighbor, Choi Seungcheol…

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“Cherrybomb” by @daechwitatamic

Afab!reader || Pacific rim au, exes to lovers, angst, smut, fluff || W.C: 19.5k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Piloting a jaeger requires a rare ability called drifting - a neural connection with your co-pilot. You and Seungcheol are masters of the drift... until you have something in your head that you don't want him to see.

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“Willow” by @cherriegyuu

[Series] || Fem!reader || marriage of convenience, angst, fluff || Parts: 3 || Total W.C: 15.6k || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･seungcheol always knew that he was going to marry you, but things only get harder once he does (or in which seungcheol is just really dumb and doesn't know how to show his feelings)

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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-»

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

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

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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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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

[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.

[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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[starmatzz]

Chapter 15: Doubled

Treasure Of Utopia

TW this chapter might be a bit triggering for those suffering from emetophobia and anxiety from "not feeling well". I am putting this as a warning as i struggle with these things myself, and had to take few breaks throughout writing the chapter. The sensitive passage starts with red colored paragraph and end with it as well :)

The next morning, the crew gathered back at the dock, as though the events of the previous night had never happened. Hongjoong and his crew made their way back to the ship, their footsteps echoing against the wooden planks. Mingi was already there, standing at the helm, his posture stiff and eyes focused, as if nothing had transpired the night before.

“Captain, um…” Mingi’s deep voice broke the silence, his tone different than usual, more composed but still carrying a weight. “I already prepared the ship for taking off.”

Hongjoong paused, raising an eyebrow at him. Mingi’s expression was unreadable, as if he had returned to his usual role without a hint of the tension from the tavern. But something in the air felt different, and Hongjoong couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

“Alright,” Hongjoong replied, his voice steady. “Let’s get moving.”

“Wait!” Mingi suddenly called out, his voice sharper than usual. He quickly turned, his eyes wide with a hint of urgency. “I think I forgot my vest at the tavern I went to yesterday. I’ll be right back!”

Before anyone could respond, Mingi was already off the ship, his feet hitting the wooden dock with a thud as he sprinted away, moving faster than Hongjoong had ever seen him. His sudden departure left a strange silence behind, the crew exchanging confused glances.

Hongjoong frowned, his instincts prickling. “That was odd,” he muttered to himself, but he didn’t voice his concerns aloud.

“Let him go,” Yunho said quietly, watching Mingi disappear into the distance. “He’ll be back soon.”

But even as they got ready to set sail, a nagging feeling settled in Hongjoong’s chest, something telling him this wasn’t just about a forgotten vest.

Few minutes later, Mingi came back, and they were back sailing the seas with everything falling into its usual rhythm. The wind filled the sails, the waves gently rocked the ship, and the crew went about their tasks.

Seonghwa twirled in front of Wooyoung, grinning as he showed off the different outfits he had to say 'yes' to, according to Hongjoong; he was the one who happily paid for them after all. “The captain really wanted you to look nice, didn’t he?” Wooyoung laughed, pretending to be a fashion critic, nodding along with exaggerated approval.

At the wheel, Jongho steered the ship with steady hands, his focus sharp. Yeosang stood beside him, intently studying the maps and compass, carefully tracing the path with Seonghwa’s intricate necklace as a guide.

Towards the back of the ship, Yunho and Mingi worked side by side, cleaning weapons and maintaining the cannons. They were quiet for the most part, only the sound of cloth against metal and the occasional grunt breaking the silence. But there was an unspoken tension between them—Mingi had been distant since their conversation the night before, and Yunho couldn’t help but keep an eye on him, wondering what was really going on in his mind.

Yunho stood there, polishing a cannon, his mind swirling with thoughts. He kept stealing glances at Mingi, who was focused on cleaning his weapons, his expression unreadable. It wasn’t like Mingi to be so distant— at least not to him, and Yunho couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong.

He wanted to ask, to check in, but the words felt stuck in his throat. He had never been the best with delicate situations, and with the tension between them, especially after Mingi’s strange behavior the night before, he didn’t know how to approach it without making things worse.

“Hey, Mingi…” Yunho began hesitantly, his voice quieter than he intended.

Mingi didn’t look up, continuing his task. “Hmm?”

Yunho scratched the back of his head, trying to find the right words. “I don’t know… you just seem different today. You good?”

Mingi paused, finally glancing at him. His gaze was guarded, but there was a flicker of something beneath the surface—something Yunho couldn’t quite read. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Yunho stepped a little closer, his heart racing. He knew he should back off, but the words spilled out before he could stop them. “You can tell me, Mingi. You don’t have to bottle it up.”

There was a beat of silence. Mingi’s fingers tightened around the handle of his weapon, and for a moment, Yunho thought he might push him away. But then, Mingi sighed, his voice quieter than before.

“I just… don’t know how to deal with things sometimes,” Mingi said, his voice barely above a whisper. “And sometimes, it feels like I’m alone in all of it.”

Yunho’s heart clenched, and without thinking, he reached out, placing a hand gently on Mingi’s shoulder. Mingi stiffened at the touch, but Yunho didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in, his voice low and full of sincerity.

“You’re not alone, Mingi,” he said, his eyes locked onto Mingi’s. “You’ve got me. And I’ve got you.”

Mingi’s gaze flickered to his, and for a moment, their faces were inches apart. Yunho could feel the heat rising between them, the tension palpable in the air. He didn’t know if Mingi could feel it too, but the closeness—the shared silence—it made his pulse race.

Mingi’s breath hitched, and Yunho almost thought he might say something. But instead, Mingi pulled away, taking a step back, his eyes avoiding Yunho’s.

“Thanks, Yunho,” Mingi said, his voice steady once again, though his eyes were distant. “But I’ve got it handled.”

Yunho didn’t press further. He wanted to, desperately, but something told him now wasn’t the time. He let his hand drop to his side, but the ache in his chest lingered.

“Alright,” Yunho said softly, his voice low with something unspoken. “Just remember, I’m here. Always.”

As Mingi turned away to continue his work, Yunho couldn’t shake the feeling that something was changing between them. But whether it was for better or worse, he didn’t know. All he knew was that he couldn’t ignore the pull he felt toward Mingi, and it was becoming harder to deny it.

Suddenly, the bell rang, cutting through the silence and signaling the end of their work for the moment. It was time for dinner. Mingi and Yunho both paused, the tension lingering in the air as the ship’s crew started to move towards the dining area. Meals after a fresh stock-up were always the best—everything was still fresh, and the food was a comforting relief after the day’s work.

Yunho quickly looked away, his heart still pounding from their earlier conversation. He didn’t know what was happening between him and Mingi, but it was harder and harder to ignore the pull he felt.

Mingi, on the other hand, didn’t meet his gaze. He gave a quick nod and started walking toward the dining hall, his shoulders stiff and his steps brisk. The silence between them felt heavier now, almost like there was something unsaid that both of them were too hesitant to address.

As the crew gathered for dinner, the delicious smell of freshly prepared food filled the air. Laughter and chatter broke out among the pirates, but for Yunho, there was an unspoken tension still hanging between him and Mingi. He couldn’t help but wonder what Mingi was really thinking, and if he was starting to notice the shift in their relationship, too.

But for now, all he could do was sit down and try to enjoy the meal, though a part of him couldn’t help but wonder when things between them would change again.

“The good thing is…” Hongjoong said, taking a bite of his steak, a satisfied smile on his face. “We’re closer to the treasure than I expected. If we continue at this pace, we can be there in two days.”

At his words, the crew erupted into cheers, excited murmurs filling the air as they celebrated the news of the impending treasure. The excitement was palpable, and it seemed like everyone was caught up in the energy of the moment. But amidst the laughter and cheers, Seonghwa remained unusually quiet.

He sat at the table, his fork paused in mid-air, his expression distant as he gazed at the food before him. His eyes were not focused on the excitement around him, and his silence felt out of place in the otherwise lively atmosphere.

Hongjoong noticed it almost immediately, his smile fading as he glanced at Seonghwa. “Seonghwa?” he called softly, his voice a little concerned. “You alright?”

Seonghwa blinked, as though snapping out of a trance, and quickly gave a small, tight smile. “Yeah, just… thinking,” he murmured, but his eyes didn’t meet Hongjoong’s. There was a lingering unease about him, a quiet tension that wasn’t typical for the usually cheerful Seonghwa.

Hongjoong studied him for a moment, but before he could press further, the crew’s excitement continued to fill the space. Still, a part of him couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off with Seonghwa.

Seonghwa’s gaze lingered on the table, though his mind was far from the meal before him. His thoughts were clouded with an unsettling feeling that he couldn’t shake. There was something about the treasure, something Hongjoong had mentioned in passing, that gnawed at him. He couldn’t quite recall the specifics of why Hongjoong needed him for this particular mission, but he knew it was important. Yet, the way his captain had said it—almost like there was a hidden meaning—left him feeling uneasy.

It wasn’t just the treasure, though. The air around him felt thick, charged in a way he couldn’t explain. He shifted in his seat, feeling restless, as if something was about to happen. The sensation was all too familiar, but it didn’t make sense. His heat cycle had ended only a few days ago, and yet, his body felt off, as if it were preparing for something that wasn’t possible.

A flicker of unease twisted in his chest, and his fingers tightened around the edge of his glass. He tried to push it down, to ignore the instinctual tug, but the feeling persisted, growing stronger. It was as if his body was telling him something he didn’t want to hear, a reminder of how vulnerable he had been the last time he’d felt this way.

His eyes flickered briefly to Hongjoong, but the captain was too engrossed in the celebration to notice Seonghwa’s inner turmoil. He quickly looked away, pretending to take a sip from his glass, though the unease in his chest wouldn’t let him settle.

There was something wrong, something he couldn’t place. And no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, the anxiety kept creeping in, pushing against his walls.

After dinner, the crew began to scatter, some heading back to their duties while others lingered in the dining hall, continuing to enjoy the evening. Seonghwa and Hongjoong, however, made their way to their quarters in a comfortable silence.

Once inside, Seonghwa couldn’t help but breathe a little easier. The tension from earlier had not completely faded, but being in Hongjoong’s arms always provided a sense of comfort he couldn’t deny. As they settled into the bed, Hongjoong pulled him close, his warm body a soothing presence against Seonghwa’s.

Seonghwa closed his eyes for a moment, letting the calm wash over him as he rested his head on Hongjoong’s chest. The steady rhythm of the captain’s heartbeat beneath him was grounding, and slowly, the anxious feelings began to settle, even if they still lingered faintly in the back of his mind.

He ran his fingers over Hongjoong’s bare chest, tracing the lines of muscle beneath his skin, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. The movement was gentle, almost absentminded, but it soothed Seonghwa, offering a rare sense of peace in the midst of the storm swirling in his thoughts.

“When is your rut coming?” he asked, glancing up at Hongjoong.

Hongjoong, nestled against him, thought for a moment before answering. “In a week, I guess,” he said, his voice low, and he pressed a kiss to Seonghwa's hair. 

“Why, worried you won’t be able to handle me?” Hongjoong teased, his fingers gently running through Seonghwa’s hair.

Seonghwa rolled his eyes, but Hongjoong's mind was distracted by a thought from earlier. “Actually… back in the city, Wooyoung got manipulated by some crazy old lady into buying some special herbs,” he mumbled.

Seonghwa's expression shifted, intrigued. “Herbs?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “What for?”

“They’re supposed to help balance ruts… and work on heats too,” Hongjoong explained. “Supposedly, they help with the physical side of things—manage the intensity of it. If they really work, it could make things easier for both of us.”

Seonghwa frowned slightly, still uncertain. “You think they’ll really help?”

Hongjoong nodded, his gaze softening as he looked down at Seonghwa. “If they’re as good as the lady claimed, we could use all the help we can get. Especially with how… intense things can get between us.”

Seonghwa hesitated, his thoughts swirling. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try,” he said quietly, though a part of him still wondered if the herbs could really do what they promised.

Hongjoong tightened his hold, offering a comforting silence between them. 

After a few sweet kisses shared between them, the warmth of Hongjoong’s embrace lulled Seonghwa into a peaceful sleep. The night passed quietly, the soft sound of the waves lapping against the ship’s hull a constant backdrop to their rest.

But as dawn approached, Seonghwa stirred. The sky was still a pale blue, the air crisp with the early morning chill. He woke suddenly, feeling overheated and uneasy. Sweat clung to his skin, and a wave of discomfort washed over him. His body felt wrong, as if something inside was shifting, a heavy unease gnawing at him.

He shifted carefully, trying not to disturb Hongjoong, and slipped out of the bed, his bare feet meeting the cool wooden floor of their quarters. The familiar sensation of the ship swaying beneath him only made the nausea worse, so he quickly made his way to the front deck, hoping the fresh air would help.

The moment he stepped outside, the ship made a sudden lurch, throwing him off balance. His stomach twisted painfully, and before he could steady himself, he rushed to the edge of the boat. A moment later, he was leaning over the side, retching violently as his stomach emptied into the sea below.

The cold air didn’t help; it only made him feel worse. Seonghwa gripped the rail of the ship, trying to steady himself, but the feeling of dizziness and nausea refused to subside. His thoughts were hazy, and he couldn’t quite understand why he was feeling this way.

He stayed at the edge for a few moments, trying to calm his breathing, but his body refused to listen. Something felt off, and it wasn’t just the physical discomfort. The feeling from last night—the one he couldn’t shake—had returned, gnawing at him with an unsettling force.

Seonghwa sighed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes scanning the vast, open sea before him. The crisp morning air felt sharp against his skin, but it wasn’t enough to calm the storm brewing inside him. He needed answers—answers he didn’t have.

Seonghwa’s heart raced as the deep voice broke through his thoughts. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” Mingi’s tone was low, and as Seonghwa turned to face him, he saw that Mingi had just finished his morning ship check-up.

The moment their eyes met, Seonghwa felt that strange, uneasy sensation intensify within him. It was as if something in the air had shifted, and he instinctively took a few steps back, his nerves on edge. His mind was clouded, and he wasn’t sure how to respond.

“I just… I am going now…” Seonghwa muttered, his words barely audible, his body already turning to move past Mingi.

But before he could step away, Mingi’s grip closed around his wrist, firm but not painful. Seonghwa froze, his breath catching in his throat. The touch sent a jolt through him, making the uneasy feeling grow stronger, more immediate.

Seonghwa’s pulse quickened as Mingi suddenly pulled him closer, his body pressing against his own with an intensity that was impossible to ignore. The warmth radiating from Mingi was suffocating, and it didn’t take long for Seonghwa to realize exactly what was happening. Mingi was in rut.

A surge of panic shot through Seonghwa. He needed to get away—fast. He was already too close to Mingi, the tension between them heavy and charged. His stomach churned again, not from illness this time, but from a deeper, more primal unease.

Before he could pull away, Mingi’s strength overpowered him, and Seonghwa found himself pushed back against one of the ship’s poles. His breath hitched as Mingi bent down, his face dangerously close to Seonghwa’s stomach. Seonghwa froze, a sense of dread crawling up his spine.

Mingi inhaled deeply, his breath rough and strained. “No way…” he muttered, his voice low and thick with frustration. His grip on Seonghwa’s wrists tightened painfully, making escape impossible. “No fucking way!”

Seonghwa’s heart raced, his mind frantic. Mingi continued to drag his nose along Seonghwa’s belly, the sensation both disorienting and terrifying. The roughness of Mingi’s actions sent a shiver through Seonghwa’s body, his muscles locked in place, too caught in shock to do much more than tremble.

“Stop, Mingi..” Seonghwa whispered, his voice shaky, but the words seemed to fall on deaf ears. The pull of Mingi’s rut was too strong, and Seonghwa was too caught in it to break free.

Seonghwa’s breath caught in his throat as Mingi pulled back, standing tall before him. The shift in Mingi’s posture was unsettling, his eyes now dark and filled with something Seonghwa couldn’t quite decipher—anger, jealousy, frustration, all mixed into one. It made Seonghwa’s stomach twist in confusion.

Mingi’s voice was a low growl, each word laced with an intensity that made Seonghwa’s heart race. “Not only do I have to endure you and the captain being all sweet,” Mingi spat, his tone venomous, “But now you’re even carrying his stupid pups.” he growled, his canines sticking out. 

Seonghwa’s mind went blank for a moment, the words sinking in slowly. It took him a few heartbeats to understand the gravity of what Mingi was saying. The realization hit him like a wave, and for a moment, everything seemed to freeze.

The nausea, the sensitivity to scents..

He had no words. His mind raced, but the only thing he could focus on was Mingi’s accusing gaze, the anger radiating from him. The implication of Mingi’s words—the idea that Seonghwa might be carrying Hongjoong’s pups. 

Seonghwa’s breath hitched as Mingi’s words pierced the air. His heart pounded in his chest, the realization of his pregnancy crashing over him in waves. In a different situation, he might have cried from joy, overwhelmed by the life growing inside him—a part of Hongjoong. But now, all he could feel was fear as the alpha in front of him, deep in the throes of his rut, stared him down with dangerously flashing eyes.

“Whatever…” Mingi muttered, his voice low and strained, his movements erratic as his instincts overpowered his reason. “I… I’ll make you carry mine too…” The words were slurred, broken by his ragged breathing, but the intent behind them was clear.

Seonghwa froze, his body trembling as Mingi’s hands moved, groping him with a desperation that made Seonghwa feel trapped and vulnerable. He wanted to scream, to push Mingi away, but the alpha’s strength and sheer presence made it impossible to act.

“Mingi, please..” Seonghwa pleaded, his voice breaking as he struggled against the grip holding him. Panic coursed through him, the fear of what might happen next leaving him breathless.

But Mingi, blinded by his senses and overwhelmed by the pull of his rut, wasn’t listening. His actions were frantic, his grip possessive, as if he was trying to stake a claim that wasn’t his to make.

Seonghwa’s mind raced, his instincts screaming at him to run, but there was nowhere to go. The ship felt too small, the danger too close, and the weight of the situation too much to bear.

“I’m telling you,” Yunho laughed, placing a hand on Wooyoung’s shoulder as they strolled from the back of the ship. “The fish was bigger than my arm!” He stretched his arms wide for emphasis, his grin infectious as Wooyoung rolled his eyes in disbelief.

“You’re exaggerating again, Yunho—” Wooyoung started but paused mid-sentence as his gaze shifted. His cheerful demeanor faltered, and his eyes narrowed in concern.

Yunho followed his line of sight, and his smile vanished. Up ahead, they spotted Mingi and Seonghwa, and something about the scene felt off—too close, too tense. Seonghwa looked pale and cornered, his body language screaming discomfort.

“Hey!” Wooyoung yelled, his voice sharp as he took off running toward them. His sudden movement snapped Yunho into action, and he followed, his longer strides quickly closing the distance.

The air was heavy with an unspoken tension, and both men knew immediately that something was very, very wrong.

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[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

[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’ 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧  

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.”

[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.

[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 ≈

[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.

[fancysimpinghere]

❀MASTERLIST❀

I hope it will grow up sometime.

SERIES:

 - Euphories (Sykkuno x reader fic) - fluff, happy ending

Euphories (Sykkuno x reader) - You always liked video games and vintage aesthetic, so when you saw a strange signboard informing about small shop with games and videotapes in your town, you can’t help but go there and check it out. They say that curiosity killed the cat, but when you entered the shop you weren’t sure if you’re dying from curiosity, but maybe from the cuteness in stranger’s smile.

Euphories pt.2 (Sykkuno x reader) -  Maybe the cuteness in stranger’s smile let you stay alive, but what happen next, may give you a heart attack. Again, you don’t know if you want to keep your heart for yourself and forget about your little journey, or share it with newly befriended boy, who definitely will be the reason of your raising heart rate.

Euphories pt.3 (Sykkuno x reader) -  Even if you don’t know him well enough, small voice in your head is convincig you to believe in his sincere words. It is time to make a decision, which is going to affect your life, and might give a start of beautiful friendship.

Euphories pt.4 (Sykkuno x reader) -  all good things eventually come to the end and insecurities aren't helping. Adult life is hard, so are decisions. Even if mistakes happen, there would be something to do to fix your frienship. And who knows, maybe things would evolve into something deeper and more advanced than simple relation between friends?

ONE SHOTS:

 - What are you so afraid of ( Jungkook x reader) - coming soon

 - I’m brighter when you make me fade (Wooyoung x reader) - royal!au, e2l!au, coming soon

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