#this man truly deserves to be pampered and lovingly taken care of

[kalinawtokilig]

HQ comforting you (Series)

Heyyyy everyone! Anyone mentally stable not to jump out the window but sad enough to sleep until the next month?

Alright, since I'm in quarantine already having grand arguments with family, I'm going to project my seeping repressed emotions by writing!

Enjoy babes, cause this is gonna be a series of various drabbles, headcanons, of multiple Haikyuu characters being at your side when you feel like everlasting shit :')

I'm starting off with my forever 2D soulmates of Haikyuu! How I'm gonna write this is 5 CHARACTERS each post. Let's start off with the big, bara, Godzilla babe himself-

>How they comfort you:

Iwaizumi Hajime will come home ready to shower and shower you with kisses and cuddles. The best moments with you are having your figure cradled in-between his arms, slightly flexing because he simply adores your attention and craves your compliments. He is ready to be vulnerable with you in the confines of the apartment and he always welcomes you to be vulnerable with him. He will ask you about your day and if you want to vent or rant about something that's been annoying you. When you are done, he'll flood you with soft kisses and proceed to hug you a bit tighter, but not bone-crushing. IWAIZUMI HAJIME understands that you're not made of glass and you're not a fragile flower, but he wants to cherish you and needs you to know that he loves how strong you can be and will appreciate it even more if you let him care for you the way you truly deserve. He has always been known to be the 'Pillar of Strength' by Oikawa, his friends, and his old high school team, he's ready to be a pillar of strength for you. You can cry or punch or kick or scream, he'll be by your side to catch you and help you back up.

Sugawara Koushi will write on post-it notes the reasons why he loves you thus attaching polaroid photos of the shenanigans you pull and the dates you had together. When he's on his lunch break, he will send voice memos of how his day is going and wishes to hear about your day and how you're feeling. When he comes home, you're both tired, BUT he will always go the extra mile for you to run a calming bubble bathe, along with your favorite drink on the small table near the bathtub. SUGAWARA KOUSHI will massage you and crack corny jokes as you both bathe together and once you're done, he will pamper you and tuck you into bed, thus opening the TV to watch a show with you so you can both talk shit about how messy the plot is. Sugawara will trace shapes, hearts, his name, your name, and your name with HIS last name - This man will constantly remind you that you are the reason he pushes him to be his best self and he will be damned if he doesn't help you become your best self- Not because of him... It's cause YOU deserve to be happy and be YOUR best self.

Suna Rintaro will observe the smallest changes or tells in your behavior and the tight smiles that can barely reach your eyes he so lovingly steals glances at to see the playful glint in them, and recognize that you're not feeling your best. Suna would not confront to you about it at first, but he will show through acts of service to tell you that say 'I'm always here for you'. It can be by rushing home early so he can cook for you, if he does come late, he'll order your favorite food from that restaurant or fast food place you really like. Suna will drag you into his arms cause he knows how exhausting putting up with people can be and how emotionally draining arguing with stupid people is - I will tell you once SUNA RINTARO will place your head on his chest so you can focus on the grounding heartbeat, gently massaging the nape of your neck and softly play that playlist he made for you when he realized that he loves you so ever dearly. He'll even ask his little sister to send him those facemasks (even ask her to FT you cause you two click so well) or call up his mother to text him the recipe of that dish you ask him to make because you always pay attention to him, his nonsense, and cater to his needs. He wants to be the person that even though you're about to fall apart, he'll make life a little easier with subtle actions rather than grand gestures.

TENDOU SATORI will go above and beyond to comfort you. He can bake, cook, sing you to sleep, read for you, play a sad anime/cartoon movie for you. He understands how you have your low days and how it can affect your wellbeing. He will understand that you can vent to him, sobbing or 'ugly crying' (which he finds adorable because you still look so pretty crying, pouring your feelings to HIM?!...TENDOU SATORI will always find you beautiful, even if you claim how 'ugly' you cry, or wake up in the morning with drool and messy hair...Who cares? You wipe away the morning glory from his eyes, you take care of him when he comes home tired and slightly sticky from catering his own business, you find HIM attractive and he's always astounded by that!) Tendou can take a day off and be your lovely househusband so when you come home, he'll take care of YOU! This man will remove your shoes, take off your coat, do the laundry, have food ready for you on the coffeetable so you both can watch anime or he'll listen intently to what's bothering you at work! Tendou ALWAYS pays attention to you cause you are his PRIORITY! He knows when he’s hovering and he will step away- he assures you that no matter what’s going on, he’ll be ready to find ways to make you realize how loved you are and how much HE love YOU.

Yachi Hitoka will draw cutesy comics of you and her being the dorks you are, even recreating you reacting to her most embarrassing and clumsy moments. Yachi Hitoka knows how work can be too much, the workload overbearing - she sees it in your posture and the dark bars under your eyes when you finish typing documents and coming to bed, spooning her a bit tightly to remember that she’s here with you. She will wake up a bit earlier to make YOU breakfast and bento box. When you wake up, she peppers your face with kisses and presses her lips upon your knuckles and fingers. When your day off finally comes, she buys a new matching pajama set! Both of you will jam out to music, sing at the top of your lungs cause maybe- the stress you’re carrying will be taken out by doing these activities. She may even suggest going out to eat brunch together, then proceed going to stores that you like and coming home to do a shopping haul! When you don’t have time for that, she’ll go shopping herself to buy the necessities you’re running out of, then extra gifts! YACHI HITOKA will make her own gift as well, something sentimental to add onto the shopping she bought so when you come home and you’re both cuddling, she’ll pull out the gift! Yachi Hitoka will help you FEEL these emotions and she will give you what you need to remind yourself that it’s okay to let yourself loose and be given the care and love.

I kinda cried writing this ngl— I’m having HEART PALPITATIONS 😀😀😀

[anika-ann]

Homecoming (S.R)

Type: One-shot (long drabble?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader    Word Count: 1680

Summary: There is no feeling like this; coming home and having this waiting for you...what else could a girl want?

Prompt: coming home to an eager puppy

Warnings: practically zero plot, maybe some bitching about work and then just fluff and more fluff

A/N: For softbiker’s 25 Things Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate in such a positive challenge! May your blog grow and gain more kind followers in the future :))

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You whimpered, muttering profanities as you finally reached the top of the stairs, dropping the suitcase on the floor with a thud, grateful that the wheels would be of use at last. You had climbed three floors up with that thing, because the elevator was out of service; because that was just your luck.

Your feet were aching just like your calves from wearing nothing but high heels for almost two days straight, your Converse doing nothing for you now as it was too late to make up for the time spent in the pumps. The conference few towns over was almost nice, but too luxurious as always; your boss had claim to need you there (he didn’t) and had required you to look presentable and a head taller than him just so rich people could admire his choice of assistant (they didn’t care and those who did made you nauseous).

You really needed to change jobs once an opportunity would rise, before you lost your sanity and missed out on too many things in your life.

You sighed and dragged your feet towards your apartment, a brief smile flashing on your lips as you passed 3A, the home of your acquaintance/friend Clint. A muffled bark greeted you from behind the closed door and you hummed a sleepy “Hi, Lucky” in that direction before continuing your path.

You were worn to a bone; your body felt like made of lead, sticky after travelling, your hair was probably a mess and your breathing was heavy after the almost-midnight workout consisting of walking the stairs while lifting weights.

Yet, contentment slowly lifted your spirits as you reached your door and slid the key to the lock. Furious scratching of nails and quick rhythmic tapping on a bamboo flooring welcomed you along with an enthusiastic bark and you were done for, the widest smile spreading on your lips when you were reminded just what was waiting for you in your home.

You barely managed to open the door for a slit when a pair of paws – one tawny and one white, pushed through, raking with vigour to get to you. You chuckled as you carefully opened some more and slid in, your leg already being bounced on, barks echoing through the apartment as your 10-month-old furball couldn’t but express his excitement.

“Shh, shh-“ you whispered, though the giant grin stayed on your face as you manoeuvred your suitcase into the hall and closed the door and finally, finally crouched to give your favourite boy the greeting he deserved.

The moment you got your hands on him, your heart sang, fluttering in your chest. He was such a sweet baby and not for the first time, you wondered how his previous owners could give him up.

It probably had something to do with the fact that they wanted a damn guard dog – straight away, no less – and didn’t appreciate the love the puppy, a tawny-coloured Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever, had been showering them with.

They had called him Fury, for God’s sake. Who does that? He was the cutest thing you had ever seen, a puppy so full of energy and affection that you had been helpless against his charm, falling in love instantly, secretly renaming him despite not changing a thing in his papers. No Fury. Furball. Your adorable loveable ball of fur, tawny, but with a line of white fur on his head and a patch on his chest and looking like he had lost a tiny white sock from his left back and right front leg.  

“Hi, sweety, hi!” you cooed at him, giggling as he climbed up, stretching his neck so he could lick your face, nearly chasing tears into your eyes. God, this. This made the two godawful days worth it.

Your fingers ran through the fur, scratching and stroking his back, behind his ears and it was a testimony of how much he needed to show you he loved you that rather than rolling on his back to earn himself some belly rubs, he kept licking at your face, his tail swinging wildly.

“What a good boy you are!” you continued in low voice, marvelling at how obedient he was, truly tuning down the barking and welcoming you in other ways instead. “What a sweet greeting you’re giving your momma!”

“Well, we did miss you a lot,” a male voice, raspy from sleep, explained, causing your smile to widen enough to nearly tear your mouth, familiar warmth spreading in your ribcage.

“We?” you echoed, your head snapping up to the figure leaning onto the wall, your breath catching in your throat.

You felt heat rising to your cheeks, your heart skipping an excited beat.

There he was, a real-life Adonis, blond, broad-shouldered and tall, with face carved by the Gods himself. And he had apparently taken a nap on your couch while dog-sitting your buddy, because he had his left cheek red and a bit wrinkled – and still, you felt ashamed as he looked like the most beautiful human being in the stark contrast to your pathetic messy self.

It all had been Clint’s fault, really. First, your neighbour – a half-retired Avenger! – had had you fall in love with his dog Lucky, encouraging you to get a pup on your own. While it could be difficult to arrange everything with your job that occasionally required short travels, he had said, there were always people to dog-sit. You were sold and brought a new four-legged friend home two days later.

Except Clint had forgotten to mention that he was off the table as a potential help, because Lucky was a special snowflake – adorable and loveable one, yes, but incredibly selfish, unable to stand another dog in his territory.

And then the goofball of a man assured that it was still not a problem, because he happened to have a friend who would be delighted to help with your Furball and even would be ecstatic to wear him out by running in the park; all of that, for free, maybe for a bit of food, because he couldn’t quite get a dog of his own. You, the dumbass you were, accepted Clint’s offer, because it sounded amazing.

Once again, he failed to mention an important detail. His dog-sitting volunteer was Captain America himself. You had nearly fainted when he had rung your bell at 6 am in the morning, claiming that Clint had suggested a test run (quite literally).

And yet somehow… somehow it still worked out. Furball loved Steve in an instant – because you obviously weren’t the only one ready to fall to this god-like golden-haired and golden-hearted man’s feet – and Steve Rogers became your regular dog-sitter.

Now, he was standing in the tiny hall in your apartment, smiling tiredly at the reunion of two desperate co-dependents, probably aware just how ready you were to faint again as he had claimed that both of them had missed you.

He didn’t even have the decency to be bashful about it, the charming bastard he was.

He bounced off of the wall, slowly walking to you, extending a hand to help you up. You patted Furball’s head once more and accepted, letting Steve to pull you to your feet and wrap his arm around your waist, his gaze roaming over you lovingly despite your dishevelled state.

“Well, we missed you a lot,” he had said that one time about four months ago, shocking you into silence as you had simply stared at him, watching the blush creep up his neck and face at your soundless “We?” as he realized what had slipped past his lips.

He had been a lot more bashful then, stumbling over his words, frantically trying to explain— and ending up asking you (and Furball, obviously) out anyway.

Four months later, here you were, midnight approaching as Steve greeted you home, a kiss to your hair before ducking his head to kiss your lips.

“Yeah,” he whispered to your mouth, his nose tenderly bumping yours, half-lidded eyes and goofy smiles. His lips caught yours again, only then breathing out the magical word. “We.”

It became a ritual of yours, that little exchange. A brief heartfelt tribute to the moment of your relationship taking an unexpected turn.

Soft ‘hi’s were whispered, few more pecks alternating with ardent kisses lasting long enough to steal your breath, your already tired feet feeling like made of jello, your brain turned into mush with each stroke of Steve’s fingers in your hair.

A whine and impatient pats on your calf signalled that your furry friend was losing patience and demanding some of the attention too. Both you and Steve chuckled to the kiss, parting and he bent lower, giving your good boy a calming scratch behind his ears, while trying to maintain eye-contact with you.

“You could have called, I’d help with the suitcase. The elevator-”

“Yeah, I noticed. Didn’t want to wake you…”

Steve shook his head tenderly, touched and mentally rolling his eyes at the same time. Sometimes you treated him as if he was not a supersoldier… but you both knew he in fact enjoyed it on occasion, simply because while he loved pampering you, he appreciated to be just Steve around you.

“How was the conference, honey? How was the journey?

You huffed in annoyance, not keen on tainting the wholesome reunion with grumbling about your unappealing job.

“I’ll tell you in the morning. Now I just want a shower and some snuggles if that’s okay,” you mumbled, your energy once again leaving your body at the memory of your draining weekend.

Steve’s brows furrowed in concern, but when you attempted a lame smile, he returned it fully and planted another kiss on your forehead, caressing your arm.

“Yeah. I think we can do that,” he assured you with a light squeeze to your bicep, turning to your companion as he patted his thigh and gestured for the puppy to follow. “Come on, Furball. Let’s leave your momma to clean up and warm the bed for her in the meantime. Then we can give her all the snuggles she wants.”

Steve glanced at you over his shoulder once more, a twinkle in his soft blue-green eyes and you felt your heart grew in size.

It felt good to be home. And coming home to a puppy and a man who could as well be a golden retriever in a human form? There was simply no other feeling like it.

You couldn’t wait to snuggle them both.

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S.R. masterlist

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Thank you for reading! I’m pretty sure that’s the shortest fic I’ve ever written, so I hoped you enjoyed the change ;)

[little-chimchim]

Heavy is the Head- Part 5 (Last)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2616

Genre: Royal au! fluff, prince! Hyungwon, smut, angst, humor? (I guess that’s what’s happening now)

Pairing: Hyungwon x Reader

A/N: Wow, here’s the end of it. I loved writing this story, it was so much fun. Thank you all for sticking with it till the end. I love you all, and remember, now that this story is over, I am taking requests!! So sit back and enjoy the ending.  - Kay

Part 4

You woke up in the middle of the night, Hyungwon still holding you tightly in his arms. You lied there for a moment, staring up at the dark ceiling. You wanted, more than anything, to stay in his arms. You had far too little time with the prince and you weren’t ready to say goodbye. You took a deep breath and moved your way, carefully, out of his arms, making sure not to wake him. Now that there was no one here to witness your tears, you let them fall freely. You bent down by Hyungwon’s head and kissed the top of it. It was a whisper of a kiss, hardly there but it held all of the sorrow you could muster.

You wiped your eyes and walked towards the door. You turned back and saw Hyungwon, peacefully sleeping like a child. You smiled sadly, taking one last glimpse at the man. “I love you, my prince.” You said quietly before exiting the room.

The king was already awake when you entered the throne room. He looked up from a brief meeting with a few advisors and smiled hatefully in your direction.

“It’s early, Y/N, I expected you to still be with my idiot son.”He pushed himself from his gilded throne and walked towards you, his chubby legs striding slowly across the marble floor.

He examined your neck and chest and smirked. “It looks as if you did have your fun. You’re a little whore just like your mother.” He spat into your ear.

You held your head high and ignored everything he said. You wouldn’t let what he said have any affect on you. The king chuckled deeply. His laugh was different than your father’s. You could remember your father’s warm and inviting laugh that made everyone smile. Tano’s laugh left your blood cold and made the hair on your neck stand up.

Tano raised a plump finger and pointed it towards you. “I’m giving you a task this morning.” His voice grew cheery, though fake and blood curdling. “You’re going to make sure that Hyolyn is ready for the wedding, make sure she is pampered and her every wish is granted. I want you to serve the woman who will marry the man you love.” He took his extended hand and pushed you to the ground in humor.

Your bruises from the previous day ached and pain shot through you like fire. The king laughed and walked back to his throne. The same guards from the previous night had taken ahold of yours arms and dragged you away. You knew one thing, you were tired of being thrown around like a useless ragdoll.

You were escorted to Hyolyn’s room within minutes. The halls, despite being the crack of dawn, were already busy with servants getting ready for the wedding. You recognized a few of them running around, you saw Hyunwoo, a kind butler who you had always been friendly with. You saw Minhyuk, the king’s page, who ran around doing everything the king asked of him. And a few others, you cast your gaze low to the ground, too embarrassed of your situation to be able to look at them.

Eventually, you were led to Hyolyn’s room. Hyolyn was the eldest daughter of a very rich supporter of the kingdom. You had to admit, that from a political standpoint, the marriage to her was a smart idea. Though, from a personal standpoint, your heart couldn’t ache any greater than the thought of it.

Hyolyn was overly kind and gracious. She attempted to get ready by herself, claiming that it wasn’t any one’s responsibility but her own. She was also unbelievably gorgeous, but she seemed to be modest about her position and beauty. You were forced to take care of her in the hours before the wedding, heart aching along the way.

Hyolyn looked to you as you set pearls into her perfectly curled hair. “What’s the prince like?” She asked quietly. You took and deep breath but smiled anyway. She was about to spend her life with Hyungwon, so why not tell her the truth about him? “He’s unwaveringly kind and charismatic. He may act smooth and eloquent in front of a crowd, but get him alone and he’s weird and goofy. He cherishes those he loves and will do anything to make sure they’re thriving and living as good of lives as he can give them. He loves sleep, so don’t be alarmed when all he wants to do with you is lay down and fall asleep. Singing is his true passion and if you get him into the mood, he’ll sing for you. He’s a good man, Hyolyn, you’re very fortunate to be able to marry him.”

Her expression changed, she looked back to the mirror and saw your eyes go red. She appeared sad as if she understood the situation. You bit back the tears and placed the last pearl into her chestnut hair. You bent before her and smiled falsely. “Please take care of him.” You whispered to her. She nodded and turned around to hug you.

“I don’t want to marry him. I never did. My father is forcing me into the marriage and I have never met the man before in my life. I can tell that you love him dearly and I can’t take away that love.” She breathed quickly, you had to grab her shoulders to calm her down from her pre-wedding jitters.

She looked into your eyes, hers were glossing over, as if she were about to cry as well. “I love someone back in my own village. He’s a stable boy who tends to my family’s horses.” She pulled away from you. She steadied her labored breathing and took deep breaths. “I can’t marry Hyungwon,” she whispered.

You wanted to reach out to her, tell her that everything was okay. That she could leave now and go to her stable boy and you could go and spend the rest of your life with Hyungwon. But a furious knocking pulled you out of your fantasy and ruined any chance you had to imagine it.

Two ladies in waiting came in. The curtsied to Hyolyn and looped their arms through hers. They looked to you and grinned happily. “The King sent us in to tell you that he’s waiting for you in the chapel.” Said one. The other one nodded and placed and careful had on Hyolyn’s arm. “We were also told to come summon you. The wedding is about to start.” The other one claimed.

You shot a look towards Hyolyn. She was growing frantic, hardly ready to give her life away to someone she had never met. She began walking, hoping that it would be over with soon. She had not said it verbally, but you could tell that the thoughts of her stable boy were running rampant through her head…

The king had set a guard up behind you, making sure you would not move a muscle during the ceremony. You stood at the front of the chapel, just behind the king so you could see the affair in its full glory.

The king was a vile man. You had learned this years ago when he killed your family. Though, you truly found out the extent of his wickedness by the recent events. From beating you till you couldn’t move to forcing you to watch Hyungwon’s wedding. He was also going to force Hyungwon to watch your execution. All just for showing people the extent of his power and iron grasp he had over the kingdom. He was sick and you truly hoped a miracle would happen that he earn what he deserved.

You stood at the front of the room, dressed in rags and littered with bruises and dirt. You could feel all of the guest’s eyes peering at you, disgusted that someone like you was on the podium. You ignored it though. You focused every last amount of your energy on the door, waiting for Hyungwon to step through .

The music started and Hyungwon made his way down the aisle. His face appeared cold, unsmiling or joyous. He stared ahead, not looking at the guests who came or showing his thanks for their travels to his wedding. He didn’t walk slowly, he strided down the aisle quickly and urgently. His eyes were focused on his father and his father only, glaring at him with pure hatred.

He walked up the steps and took his position at the front of the chapel. He only took his eyes away from his father when he saw you standing behind him, held down by an armored guard. His eyes widened as he looked at you. He wanted to reach out to you and pull you into his arms, but he knew horrible things would happen if he did. The king watched the two of you stare at each other with amusement. Your little love story would be over before either of you knew it.

Moments after Hyungwon stepped up to the podium, the music started and revealed a veiled Hyolyn. She took shaky steps down the aisle, her head bent and covered by her white veil. She as the opposite of Hyungwon in the way she walked down the aisle. The only thing keeping her from running away were the two ladies in waiting who held on to her arm like a vice.

She stepped up, greeted lovingly by the king and and her bridesmaids. Hyungwon reached for her hand, never tearing his eyes away from yours. Your heart beat loudly, not only were you about to lose the man you loved, but your death date was approaching and by the grip the guard had on your body, you knew it would only be a few moments.

Hyungwon removed the veil from Hyolyn’s face and smiled, though very fakely. He felt bad for her, he didn’t want to marry the woman in front of him, but he was going to have to to be able to live and prosper.

Live and prosper.

He didn’t want to live and prosper if his father was in charge. If he was going to live a life without you in it. He refused to live a prosper if that meant living in misery for the rest of his life. That was no life, that was hell.

Hyungwon cleared his throat and stepped away from Hyolyn. He looked to his father then to you. He shoved past his father and took you face in his hands. “I can’t marry Hyolyn, not when My Queen is here.” He turned to the crowd of people and walked down the steps to address them.

He didn’t want to live and prosper if the kingdom didn’t know the truth about his father.

“This woman is Princess Y/N, King Williem’s last living child. Before my father took control of this kingdom, he made sure your beloved King Williem was dead and gone. So he had them killed in cold blood, just so he could ascend the throne. Y/N is my only true love and I can’t bare to mary Lady Hyolyn, not if it means living in a lie for the rest of my life.” The crowd began talking furiously, the pointed to you and spoke amongst themselves.

“Please, do what you can t-”

Live and prosper.

Hyungwon fell to his knees, the blade sticking out of his stomach. The blood began to pool at the floor as he fell forward, unable to keep his eyes open for much longer. His body fell in front of his people, the sword the was impaled in to him belonged to none other than King Tano.

You screamed. You thrashed and kicked until the guard that had a death grip on you let you go. You ran towards Hyungwon’s body, nothing else around you mattered. You turned him over so that his head was resting in your lap. Blood pooled from his pink lips. His eyes were half open, hardly able to stay open for more than a few seconds at a time. Tears fell out of your eyes. Your ears went deaf to the world and your mouth spoke false phrases of recovery.

Hyungwon coughed out, blood splattered onto his clothes and onto your face. With a weak arm, he brought his hand to your face and cupped your cheek. “This…” he coughed again. “This is not the end, My Queen.” He coughed out, his breath slow and forced.

You pressed on his would and cried out as he took his last breath.

Tano laughed and picked his sword up from the ground. “Another son can always be made.” He glared at you and came towards you with the bloodied blade. “This is the end of your story, Y/N. The story of how a small peasant whore tried to woo a prince and take over the king. Say hello to your father for me.” He spat before he dug the blade into your chest.

The warm breeze kissed your face pleasantly. You opened your eyes and saw gold. The golden grasses waved at you gently. You looked around, disoriented, not knowing where you were. From behind, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and was greeted by a pair of soft, green eyes. “Papa?” You cried as you brought your hands to you mouth. Your father nodded his head and attacked you with a hug.

“You are here much too early, my love.” Your father whispered into your ear. You cast a saddened gaze to the ground, a faint pain in your chest pulled at you. “I know, Papa. I’m sorry, I didn’t want to die by Tano’s hands, but I couldn’t make that happen.” You admitted to your father. He hugged you tightly “I’m just happy to see you once again my sweet sweet Y/N.” He let go of you and gestured to the golden fields, a castle could be seen in the distance, as well as small figures that walked in it’s grounds.

“Everyone has been waiting for you to come to us once again.” Your father smiled when he saw a tall figure in the distance. “He’s been waiting as well.” Your eyes widened, knowing exactly who it was. You sprung forward and ran to him, you didn’t stop, you just ran.

He held his arms out for you. You tackled him to the ground, overjoyed to see his gleaming face once more.

“I told you it wasn’t the end, My Queen.” Hyungwon laughed breathlessly as he pulled you into a kiss. It was soft and caring. It was finally a kiss that the two of you had waited for. It wasn’t behind closed doors and the two of you weren’t running away from the king. You and Hyungwon were finally able to love each other without being hurt.

You pulled away from him and smiled. He got up from the ground and pulled you with him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and peered down at you with nothing but love in his eyes. “I love you,” He said, louder than he had ever before.

“And I love you, My King.” As you said it, a gold ringlet formed upon his head. A smaller ringlet of gold fell upon your own head. The metal touched your head coldly, but you welcomed the feel.

You took his hand and pointed to the castle. “That’s the place where we can have our happily ever after.” You whispered to him. He smiled uncontrollably and began running towards it, pulling you along with him. 

Towards your forever.