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darlingtulips · 3 years ago

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Cheong-San x gn!reader

"A not so wonderful day"

Warning: nothing~?

Note: I'M LITERALLY CLOSE TO CRYING LMAO. HAD TO RE-WRITE HALF OF IT 3 TIMES COZ TUMBLR DIDN'T SAVED IT AHHHHH

I hope you enjoy this!

REQUESTED by @lovemarvels : maybe cheong-san in a secret relationship with reader and maybe they're not with each other when the chaos arouse and maybe reader figures that ms.park is at the broadcasting room and waited there with ms.park and they eventually meet again and he just kiss reader right there, in front.of everyone, and i mean why not they both thought that both is dead.

It was a very sunny day but the wind is strong and cool, a lot of students we're jumping, laughing and hitting themselves playfully. It brought a smile in your face. Also remembering what did the radio had previously mentioned earlier in the morning.

"Good morning everyone, As our weather broadcaster mentioned earlier, The chances of rainfall today would be minimal, thus making today wonderful!. So what are you waiting for? Go ask your significant other to a date! and have joyful morning till the end of the day!"

Remembering your boyfriend Cheong-San, your smile widen more as you continue to look out the window and watch the students chattering among themselves.

You've been together for almost 5 months now, but you still want to kept your relationship private except for the both of your families.

Cheong-San's parents love you very much and support your relationship with him. His mother would greet you with a big smile and give you chicken whenever you came by their house. And vice versa with your parents who's always delighted to see him around.

Your short moment then was interrupted with a loud laughter that came from a group of students that just entered your classroom. When you look at them, you saw Gyeong-su laughing with Dae-su and immediately look for your secret boyfriend's eyes whom the school don't know about.

When you found him, you stare at each other for a moment before Cheong-San decided to winked at you. Laughing at your boyfriend antics you shake your head and look at the window once again.

Minutes later your phone buzz and saw that Cheong-san texted you. Opening the message, your eyes lit up as butterflies began to fly. Texting him back with blushing and a heart emoji before shutting it down and giving it to your teacher whom just entered the classroom.

It looks like both of you have the same idea for later.

There was no later...

The radio personality/presenter was wrong.

Absolutely wrong! Today was not a good day for a date, today was not a good day!

Your peaceful morning earlier that full of laughters and stressful lesson was now ruined with dozens of man-eating zombies that oh so determined to eat you alive.

Panting, you continued to run to find a safe place for you to hide.

The date that you we're looking for earlier began to disappear like a thin air as you can't find your friends, classmates and even your boyfriend at your school. You continue to run, run and run far away from the zombies.

Thankfully you saw an empty classroom and quickly shutting the door when you reached inside. You slowly slide down the floor, as you catch your breathe. The zombies banging the door on your back didn't help with your shaking body.

Everyone was dead in your school....your friends, classmates, staffs, and probably...Your boyfriend.

"Cheong-san..." you said as the tear left your eyes remembering your boyfriend who you promised to eat lunch with. But you need to keep going, so you shakily stand up and start to look for useful materials that you might use for later.

You saw a water bottle with half water in it and drink it all due to your tiredness. "Students!" You we're startled with the sudden voice that came from the speaker. But still listened intently at it from the start to the end.

"Please keep safe and stay alive" when the voice stop you had just realize it's from your teacher, Ms.Park that's probably in the broadcasting room right now.

Deciding to go to there to meet up with Ms.Park. You went to find a mop and broke the end of it so that you can use it to stab zombies if they tried to reach you.

Taking a long sigh and making sure the zombies had decreased even a bit, you throw a metal bottle on the end of the halls through the window. When the zombies heard the the loud sound they immediately run for it. And it was now your time to run faster that you could before.

Running, turning and panting. You we're thinking of giving up and let yourself be eaten by the zombies that keep chasing you. But then you remembered your familiy, friends and Cheong-san.

You wish they're okay, you wish that they're still alive. And that you'll be able to hug him, talk with him and have a wonderful time with him once again.

You truly wish he's alive.

Because if he's not, well....

You have no choice, but to probably give yourself up.

Reaching the broadcasting room, you tried to open it but finding it was stucked with something from the inside. Turning your head to look for the zombies that was running towarda you. You banged the door with your hands again hopefully that it will magically open.

The zombies we're getting closer and closer, so you shout "Miss Park! Miss Park! Please open the door! whoever in there! Please! I'm not bitten, just please-"

You we're interupted when a pair of arms quickly pulled you inside, unabling the zombies to reach you. Catching your breathe you look up and saw Ms.Park standing infront of you.

"Ms.Park..." You shakily said hugging her as she calmed you down. "Y/n?..." you froze as a familiar voice called you from the back of the room. Looking at the person who it came from, your eyes widen with shocked as you stared at him.

"Cheong-San..." you softly puller away from your teacher, and walk to Cheong-San direction, quickly hugging him before he can even make a sound. Sighing he hug you back.

The two of you we're silent, hugging each other tightly as you can, scared that you'll lose one another. When you finally look at him, Cheong-San looked at you for a moment before kissing your lips. You kissed back, ignoring the gasps that came from your friends and classmates.

Ms.Park shushing them down, as she told them to leave you two alone even for a moment.

You pulled back from the kiss and look at Cheong-San as he gently caress your face. "I- I tought I lost you" you sob, as the tears start to fall from your cheeks. Making Cheong-San wipe it away with his hands. "Me too y/n, me too"

Kissing you forehead, he hugged you once again much tighter than before. And at this point you we're now crying, letting the tears fall down on his shoulders. "Shhh shhh I'm here now y/n, I'm here" Cheong-san said as he rub the back of your head up and down comfortingly. "And I'll never leave your side ever again"

"I love you Cheong-San"

"I love you too, y/n"

Now that he found you, he'll never take his eyes away from you again.

Swearing to protect you at all cost.

Even if he had to lure the zombies away, just to keep you safe.

Because you're his world.

And no one can stop him, from protecting you.

#all of us are dead #aouad #all of us are dead x reader #aouad x reader #cheong san #Cheong-san x reader #aouad fanfiction #cheong san x reader

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mor-rigan · 5 years ago

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An Alliance of Fire and Night

Its here! My ToG/ACoTaR crossover fan fiction!

I’m so excited to finally be able to start putting this story out and having people read it. I’m hoping for it to be a longer fic, so stay tuned! As for updates, I’m going to try to get new chapters up every week, if not sooner. I don’t live on Tumblr, so please have patience. Sometimes it will be longer than a week before I update. Thank you all for your understanding, and happy reading!

Tags: @viajandosinalas @dagypsygirl @aelin-godkiller @bookworm-lovemarvel @starrynightren @throne--of-sass @princess-of-eyllwe @shyvioletcat @badwolf084 @blades-are-for-skating-ya-dingus @smartass-mee @sassysaltysarcasticstupid @maadsrevolution @resignedcatservant @admantum (I’m sorry if I missed anyone else that wanted to be tagged!)

Chapter One

~ Aelin ~

Aelin Galathynius sat with her eyes closed in the gardens of her castle; her face was upturned to the rain. It ran down her forehead to pool in the corner of her eyes, then fall down her cheeks like tears. The queen was not sad, however, and when she got sick of the droplets, she would lift the water from her face with that kernel of water magic and flick it away.

It was a joyous day despite all that was going on and all she had to do. It was her and Rowan’s sixtieth wedding anniversary, and also the day they celebrated winning the war against Erawan and Maeve. It hadn’t been an easy road, and many rules were broken. Elena had defied those self-proclaimed gods all those years ago, so she had as well.

But that was a thought for later. Her mate was away hunting with the rest of the cadre while Lysandra planned the festivities. The rain had been unexpected but manageable. The ballroom in the Palace of Orynth was more than accommodating for the guests that would arrive, and Manon would arrive with her witchlings soon.

Not witchlings anymore, Aelin reminded herself. The Crochan and Crown Princesses of Adarlan, Asterin and Rhiannon, were approaching fifty years old. Gods, Aelin couldn’t believe she was almost eighty herself. Perhaps immortality would never fully sit right with her. Especially since she’s seen so many comrades - no, family - die over the years. Sam, Nehemia, Elide, Lorcan, Chaol, Yrene, Dorian, and so many more that worked to help her in the war.

Part of Aelin always hoped that her little group would live forever, but not everyone is blessed with immortality. Elide may have had witch blood in her veins, but it wasn’t enough to make her Settle. Lorcan had tied his life to hers, and they both passed from old age in the same year, four summers ago. Elide passed first, and Aelin truly believed that Lorcan died of a broken heart. The idea originally made her laugh, considering how cold the bastard once was.

Chaol and Yrene were only mortal. Yrene was the best healer both Adarlan and Terrasen had ever seen after Mab; and Lydia - Chaol and Yrene’s daughter - was doing her mother proud by carrying on her legacy. She even taught her son his grandmother’s magics. Chaol was a tough son of a bitch, Aelin knew for sure, and one of the best friends she ever had despite their rocky history. They both died peacefully in their sleep, slipping into the afterlife together because of their bond. Something, Aelin realized sometime later, she was grateful for. There was a time when she didn’t think any of them – regardless if they were fae or human – would see old age.

Dorian had been one of the hardest to come to terms with. Aelin had thought for sure he would Settle since he was Mala’s scion just as much as she was. But as time went on, there were no tell-tale signs of Settling, and his hair began to turn gray. Manon had become with child when Dorian was thirty, and he was able to give his daughters a full life before he passed just last year. Aelin teared up just remembering the last time she had seen him – so frail and delicate in old age despite still having the spark of the friend she always knew. He had been a good King of Adarlan and rebuilt his country’s legacy after his father destroyed it. When he finally passed from difficulties of illness, it had been a difficult time for everyone, but Manon took it the hardest.

The Crochan Queen went into recession, and only brief letters from her daughters gave peace of mind that the White Witch was alright. This celebration would be the first time since Dorian’s death that Aelin would talk to Manon or the witchlings in person. And she was honestly anticipating it. She admitted to herself often that she missed her ally and friend.

A sigh heaved Aelin’s shoulders at the same moment a pine-and-snow-scented breeze disturbed the rain. It was a different scent from Terrasen’s; something alive tethered it to her mate, as true as an actual rope. Aelin could follow that smell for miles and know Rowan would be waiting for her at the end of it.

The breeze seemed to say, Why are you sad, Fireheart?

Aelin tried to shake her mood off and changing the subject by sending a wave of heat dancing with sparks along that invisible rope in answer. I must truly be irresistible if you’re thinking of me even when hunting beings from the Rift.

You’re always on my mind, milady. That answering breeze had more of an icy bite to it, but Aelin blushed as she remembered the truly depraved things they did last night. They never needed an occasion to fuck each other until the early hours of morning, but there was something different when their anniversary came. Like a deep instinct that beckoned their bodies together.

I’m sure, Aelin sent back with flame instead of sparks, I’m surprised you can even walk.

Aelin could practically hear Rowan’s chuckle on the wind, as if he carried it directly to her. I should be saying that to you.

Indeed, Aelin closed her legs tighter together, and the hickeys on the inside of her thighs slightly throbbed. They were healing, but still prominent. They had been sore enough this morning that she opted to wear a flowing gown instead of a tunic and pants. Damn her king. Her wonderful lover of a mate.

Unable to help herself, she sent a bone-warming stream along the rope. A gentle, suggestive caress. Perhaps we can fit in a round two before the party tonight.

Oh no, my queen, Rowan replied instantly, With the things I want to do to you, I’ll need much longer than an hour. The wind he sent with that particular comment had her breasts tightening.

Fine, King, Aelin said back, that mated tether singing with heat and ice, I’ll be waiting here planning the party with Lysandra and the others. And though she was known for her sass and snark, after a heartbeat, the Heir of Fire sent another soothing flame down the bond. Be safe and return to me in one piece.

Always, Fireheart. Then the bond went silent.

It was likely almost noon, so the queen figured she should at least check on the progress of things. Hesitantly, Aelin rose from her spot and peered over her kingdom. Finally healing, it seemed, and the Kingsflame was still in full bloom even after all this time – showing the safety and prosperity her rule promised. It warmed her heart, and she could only hope that her uncle and her parents were proud of all that she had accomplished. She felt proud of herself, at least, given everything she had been through and everything she had sacrificed to get here.

Finally pulling herself from her thoughts, the queen made her way to the ballroom. As she traversed the palace, noises from the planning became louder. The union of their King and Queen was something all of Orynth celebrated. The night was celebrated as a liberation from darkness and a promise for a brighter future. It has already become a tradition that carried through a generation. Initially, people had even tried to bring gifts, but Aelin refused them after so long. She was grateful, but she wanted her people to care for themselves before her. Merciful and caring, but a leader, nonetheless.

Aelin finally reached the ballroom where most of the planning and decorating was occurring. She couldn’t spot Lysandra, but she knew the shifter was in here.

“Your Majesty!” A familiar voice called. Aelin’s head snapped to see a small, plump woman waving her hand at her. She couldn’t help but smile and stifle a giggle.

“Hi Loralei,” Aelin greeted through as the woman approached, “Did you need help with anything?” The queen honestly hated talking so formally, but she felt it odd to speak otherwise outside of her inner circle of family. Even though this woman may as well be her best friend with how many escapades she’s made to the kitchen for a late-night snack when Rowan was fast asleep. Though, she’d never tell Lysandra that.

“Not so much help as a confirmation,” Loralei said, “I pride myself in knowing your favorite foods at this point, but I just thought I would make sure.” The cook listed off the menu for the night, which only made Aelin’s near empty stomach gurgle. Gods, she was starving and hadn’t realized. Loralei could probably tell and beckoned for the queen lower.

Aelin stooped enough for the woman to whisper in her ear: “There’s leftover cinnamon bread in the kitchen. I’m sure no one would notice if you slipped a piece over the fire with some butter.” Aelin stood and received a wink from the cook, which made her smile. She could kiss this woman. Woman – a funny word to describe the girl Aelin had seen grow up from the time she was born, to then take her father’s place as the palace’s head cook.

“Thank you,” Aelin replied at last, “Everything sounds great. Just tell Rowan and the rest of those vultures that the hazelnut cake is reserved for the ladies.” They both shared a friendly laugh, then the cook was off to start and finish her duties. Aelin was off to find Lysandra.

* * *

~ Feyre ~

“Is there any news?”

The Inner Circle gathered in the House of Wind. Strange portals had started opening around Prythian, letting beasts as foul as the Attor back into the land. It wasn’t anything Rhys or the Inner Circle or even I couldn’t handle, but it was concerning. Cauldron knows what else may come out.

“None,” Amren said as she studied all of our faces, “From any of the other High Lords anyway. The rifts aren’t becoming more frequent, but they aren’t slowing down either. As for the Shadowsinger – he, Nesta, and the other Heir of Night are still dealing with a rift that was sighted near Illyria.”

The news wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t the worst. I didn’t particularly like that Demetra was with them, but she was sixty years old this year – long since becoming a woman. As for the portals…Manageable. It was manageable for now. I just had to remind myself of that.

“Have you consulted the Book?” Rhys asked without missing a beat. Amren’s sharp eyes snapped to him. They were a dull gray color now, but her years alone held the power she needed to make anyone cower.

“I read that book cover to cover eighty years ago. Anything I can get out of it, I did when we fought Hybern.”

“That means there’s more,” Leirus spoke, “You read everything you could, which implies there is something you couldn’t.” Everyone’s attention was on him, but he did not balk – even from Amren. Something I’m sure he learned from his father, though he was probably just as nervous as the rest of us.

“Yes, Heir, there is more,” Amren admitted as she crossed her arms, “The rest of the text is in a language even older than me.”

Older than Amren – the only person we had that could remotely understand any ancient or otherworldly texts we encountered.

“There has to be someone,” I chimed in, “A historian, a librarian, someone who has the ability to read it.”

“Perhaps in the Prison, or maybe even Bryaxis, but none have interacted with him since the War,” Rhys said, and it went quiet for a moment. It was left unsaid, but I know at least Rhys thought of the Bone Carver or the Weaver – Stryga as she was named. But they were truly lost in the War. Bryaxis had merely taken an extended vacation it seemed.

“What if Bryaxis is the cause of the portals?” Leirus suggested. Cassian seemed to consider it for a moment but stayed silent.

“It’s possible, but the portals are appearing all over Prythian,” Rhys pointed to the blots of dark ink on a map where we had marked portal sightings, “If it were him – or one person – I would think that they would appear in a consistent location.”

“Unless he – or whoever – is doing this isn’t trying to open a portal to their home world, like we thought, but to bring something to us.” By the Mother, I saw so much of Rhys in our son. Not only from his appearance, but from the way he talked and took lead in trying times. It made me proud as his mother, but I worried all the same.

The Inner Circle contemplated his suggestion with true possibility. He did have a point, but –

“Who would do that?” Mor asked what we were all thinking. And none of us knew. Unless a Hybern sympathizer was trying to spark a resurgence, there was no one we knew of who would ruin this time of peace.

Before more discussion could be had, the doors opened. Azriel, along with Nesta and Demetra, walked in. Their gates were tense – as one would be after a battle – but not urgent.

“How did it go?” I was the one to ask. Still, Cassian said nothing.

“The same as usual,” Demetra answered, “The portal was already closed by the time we got there, but the beasts were still in the area. Our shadows were able to scout them all out, and we exterminated them.”

Manageable, I heard in my mind. I looked to Rhys and his eyes softened, and I gave him a grateful smile.

But for how long? I didn’t have to ask it – everyone was already thinking it.

“None of them can – or would – talk,” Nesta added, “When interrogated, they only growled or made other animal noises. So, I doubt they’re intelligent beyond the desire to kill.” Azriel didn’t need to speak his confirmation, we all saw it in his face.

It went quiet again. Then: “What if we went into one? A portal, I mean.”

All of us visibly recoiled as Cassian made the suggestion. “Are you an idiot?” Amren demanded, “We speak of not even being able to understand their origins, but you want to walk into one without second thoughts?”

All of us seemed to be in agreeance. It would be suicidal to go through one of the portals with no understanding of them.

“Look, I know it’s not the best idea –”

“It isn’t an idea at all,” Mor snapped.

“But,” Cassian continued after giving the blonde female a pointed look, “I’ve been thinking that the portals aren’t coming from someone in Prythian at all. Beings from other worlds have been coming to Prythian for eons. Think of the Bone Carver, Bryaxis – hell, even Amren.”

“And look at those of us you mentioned,” the Second practically growled, “We were stuck here, never to return to our worlds because we did not know a way.”

“Besides,” this time, to my surprise, it was Azriel who spoke, “Even if we knew a way back, what good would going through one of the rifts do?”

“It could take the fight to whoever is causing this.” Cassian sounded sure – almost too sure. I caught Rhys’s eyes with my own, and they mirrored my concern.

“It isn’t an option. At least right now,” Rhys said. I couldn’t help the sinking in my stomach at the words right now. Like the suicide mission could be a possibility later on. “If we could find a way to open a portal home, then it’s a possibility. But for now, we deal with what is happening here. We protect our lands and people.”

We all looked to Cassian, and he nodded his understanding, thank the Mother. I felt the whole room relax just a bit more.

“Good,” Rhys continued, “Amren, continue with the Book. Have Elain help you search the library, as well.”

“I’ll help as well,” Leirus added, earning an acknowledging nod from Rhys.

“Azriel and Demetra: stay on portal duty. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you to have your shadows out scouting.” A nod from our daughter and Azriel.

“Mor, if you could act as an ambassador for us. Just go to the other courts and see if you can find out anything more from the other High Lords. Try to access any archives they may have.” Mor nodded.

“The rest of us will act as protection. Nesta, if you could go back to Illyria and watch over things there – Feyre, Cassian, and I will handle here and anywhere else on the continent that needs help.”

With all of our duties assigned, the Inner Circle dispersed, leaving Rhys and I alone in the room. “Everyone seemed so quiet and grim. I don’t like it,” I admitted as I brought my arms around myself. I never like seeing my family so serious, especially Mor and Cassian. And for Cassian to suggest such a ludicrous idea…

“They’re all just tense, darling,” Rhys said. I felt a caress of night in my mind, settling my reeling thoughts, “We all are. But I promise it will sort out.”

I nodded this time, something I noticed a lot of during the meeting. None of us have anything left to say, I suppose, as we all knew the general problem. The portals started appearing months ago, and the beasts that came with them wrought havoc on anything they came in contact with. They were foul and vile creatures – a darkness that was near indescribable.

“You’re still thinking too much, my love,” Rhys said softly. His hands cupped my face, and I couldn’t help but to relax with him this close to me.

“How can I not? Our Court and our family are in danger.” I thought of our children, but Rhys already knew.

“Leirus and Demetra are young in terms of Fae, yes. But they are smart and powerful, just like all of us. We will still be here for them, just as they are here for us.”

I smiled and pressed my forehead to Rhys’s. “I know.”

Rhys tilted my head up and gave me a grin that still had my heart leaping, then he pressed his lips gently to mine. To soothe, not to arouse despite myself. Cauldron damn me. And Rhys knew, too, though he pulled away.

“Feyre, darling,” he teased, “Right now? In the middle of such turmoil on the continent?” I slapped his chest mockingly. He says that as if he didn’t have me screaming only last night. A wicked grin followed by a wink told me he knew exactly what I thought about. Bastard.

“You –” I didn’t get to finish my banter before a thundering boom shook the mountain. All of Velaris, it seemed. It had Rhys and I separating immediately, and both of our clothes were replaced with Illyrian armor and steel blades.

Darkness filled the sky as a vortex formed in the clouds. The darkness was forming from the center. A rift was forming right over Velaris.

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