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Jumin Week 2024 Second deadline announcement:

Since Uni work has decided to pile up (again), the Jumin Week masterlist for this year has been postponed till the 15/11, so you have time to participate till that day (remember this is the last year we are hosting this event, at least in this blog)

Good luck!

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october 7 | green daylily

| the flower that helps forget sorrows

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"It's really funny," she begins, while still looking out at the ocean beyond and of course, the sky.

It’s the golden hour. The sunset an endless expanse above glimmering waves. Jumin looks at her, with her knees hugged close and her mouth tucked behind her arms. A soft breeze moves the loose curls trailing down her back.

"So many times in my life, I thought I knew exactly what was ahead of me. What direction I was going..." she takes in a breath, "usually I predicted it would be painful or dull at best. So I never imagined that I'd get to sit next to someone I love so much, looking at this beautiful sky." Jumin feels his chest tighten with emotion at her words and swears her eyes seem to sparkle as she continues to speak. "I really don't know anything, and perhaps that's a good thing. Not every surprise can be as wonderful as this..."

She leans back on her hands and glances over at him. The corner of her lips lift into a half-smile, "but there's no point thinking of that. Because right now matters most. Now I'm here with you, Jumin."

He pays no attention to the tears blurring his sight and scoots closer. A barely perceivable tremble in his hand as he reaches out toward her. He tucks her hair back and caresses her face.

"Often I find myself regretful that I couldn't have met you sooner in life and I feel anxious about this time together ending, but you’re right. All that matters is we are together, right now." He tells her quietly.

Their foreheads meet as they sit together listening to the calm waves come to shore. 

Again and again.

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<3

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Weigelas: Charm - Jumin Week 2024

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s/o to @geothewriter for his expert editing and encouragement! < 3

Jumin rubbed his thumb over the jewel in the center of the necklace, hoping somehow it would lend him even the tiniest bit of strength. He swallowed. The air around him felt warm and every heartbeat sounded like a pounding drum in his ears. He pushed down the voice in his head that questioned if he should really do this. Of course, he should. He was sure of his feelings and he knew he could rely on Anneliese. He took a fortifying breath before knocking softly on her door. 

"Come in." Her voice gently called.

 Anneliese saw his reflection in the vanity and turned to greet him, a dazzling smile gracing her face. "Jumin!" A wide smile spread across his face in return. She moved to get up, but he motioned for her not to. 

He draped his arms around her shoulders. "You look beautiful. You always do." He pressed his nose into her cheek. Her scent of sandalwood and pine wafted around him.

"You're too kind." Anneilese smiled and rested a hand on his arm. 

"I want to give you this." He unveiled a silver necklace with a pale purple amethyst stone at its center.

"Jumin," she marveled. "This is stunning."

"My mother had a rather eclectic collection of jewelry. This is the only piece I kept. It belonged to her great grandmother and was passed down through generations. She never had a daughter to give it to, so I always wanted to give it to the woman I would marry. And now, I think, is the perfect time.

"Jumin, thank you. This is gorgeous." Her voice almost seemed lost, breathless at his proposal.

Jumin breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm very glad you like it." He entwined her fingers with his. The glint of the pink stone on her finger caught his eye. 

"I always meant to ask, does your pink ring mean anything? A lover you still hold a flame for?" He teased with raised eyebrows. 

She giggled. "Don't be silly. My sisters and I each have one. It's a promise that we always have each other, no matter how far apart we may be."

"You all must really love each other." He mused.

"Of course we do," Annelise confirmed as if it were the most foundational truth the world had to offer. 

"What's it like having a sibling?" 

"When you have sisters, there are countless fights over borrowed clothes and jewelry." She laughed. "But I knew I could always rely on them. If anything happened, I knew they would be next to me to support me."

"Do you miss them?"

"Terribly." She sighed.

"Invite them and their families here one day soon. We can have a reunion!"

"Really?" The surprise in her voice caught him off guard. Of course her family was welcome in their home. 

"Absolutely." He affirmed with a confident nod. "I've always wondered what it would be like to have a big family." He smiled at the fantasy of children with wooden swords chasing their Uncle Jumin, the big bad dragon, through the palace halls. 

"I think you may regret wondering about that after seeing what it's like." Anneliese laughed.

"Perhaps." He smiled at her. "But if it has to do with you, I doubt I could regret it."

She cupped his face and thumbed the apple of his cheek. He put a hand atop hers and closed his eyes, savoring her gentle touch.

They watched the sunset together, his arms around her shoulder and hers around his waist, and a sense of peace washed over him. Jumin knew that with Anneliese by his side, he could rebuild his home and it would be better than any story his grandfather told him. 

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Blue Delphiniums - Dignity: Jumin Han Week 2024

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Jumin pulled out Anneliese's chair for her.

"Thank you." She said as she sat.

"Of course." Jumin smiled and looked across the room. "Oh, there's Lord Regas. I have to greet him."

"I'll come too." Anneilese started to get up.

"No, he gets too chatty when there's a pretty lady around." Jumin cautioned. "You stay here."

"As you wish." She chuckled. "Don't be too long."

"I assure you, I will not." He said loud enough only for her to hear.

Anneilese surveyed the room. Brightly colored skirts and overcoats swirled and swished about. Women with coy smiles and men with garish grins, all eager to impress. Another dinner at another nobleman's manor. Anneliese was lukewarm about these events. It was always a gamble if she would meet decent or deplorable folk on these nights. This dinner had so far been uneventful, which in itself Anneilese supposed she should be grateful for. 

A loud crash directly behind her pulled her out of her thoughts. A small silver bowl rolled near her feet. She quickly kneeled down to pick it up and saw a mess of fallen dinnerware behind her.

"I'm so sorry, my lady." A servant girl with lovely green eyes apologized to her. 

"You needn't worry." Anneliese gave her a warm smile. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, thank you." The girl said as Anneilese placed the dropped silverware back on the tray in her hand.

"You're welcome. Have a good evening." Anneilese smiled back.

"Thank you, my lady." She curtsied before scurrying away. 

Anneilese climbed back into her chair and saw two women sitting across from her who hadn’t been present previously. Disgust was written on their faces.

"Miss, forgive me if I am mistaken, but were you crawling around on the floor? In front of all these people?" The younger one asked.

"I dropped a fork and was just-"

"Better to leave the stupid thing on the floor and let the help get it. Better than dirtying that pretty dress. And talking to a servant? I would expect a guest of tonight's occasion to know better."

"Such unbecoming qualities." Scoffed the older lady. "It's no curiosity why you have no one in your company tonight. Such lack of decorum would never suffice for any nobleman."

Anneliese opened her mouth to say something, but a voice behind her answered before she could get a word in. 

"That's no way to talk to your future queen, Lady Gothel."

"Prince Jumin." The younger one gasped.

"This- this is your fiancé?" Lady Gothel asked in shock.

"Princess Anneliese is my wife and I do not appreciate the way both of you are speaking to her."

"If we knew she was your wife, we would have never-."

"Do you only extend courtesy to those above your station?"

"Our station? Why I-"

"Miss Sarah, what manners unbecoming of a noblewoman to be. And Lady Gothel, what a horrible example to set for your daughter. Apologize to my wife. Both of you."

"Apologies, Princess." They both mumbled.

"You dare offer such a pitiful apology to a princess?" Jumin's tone was cold and low. "Kneel, both of you." 

"Prince Ju-" Lady Gothel was quickly cut off.

"Now." He commanded, voice quiet and firm. 

Lady Gothel and Sarah walked around the table and slowly kneeled at Anneliese's feet.

"Princess Anneliese, I am gravely sorry for insulting you." Shame poured from Lady Gothel's voice.

"I am also gravely sorry for speaking in such a disrespectful manner, Princess." Sarah's voice quivered as she spoke.

"Both of you are forgiven, provided you never speak so rudely to anyone again, above or below your station."

"Of course, Princess Anneliese." They replied simultaneously. 

"You both may rise." Anneliese motioned for them to get up.

As they arrived home Annelise thought a word of gratitude was overdue. "Jumin, thank you for defending me tonight."

"Of course. But you should have corrected them and told them who you are. Why didn't you?"

"I had no idea who they were, what if they were an ally of the crown?"

"Ally of the crown or not, no one, and I mean no one should talk to you that way. Standing up for yourself isn't rude. And I expect that of you now." Jumin's voice was so gentle, yet Anneliese felt a pang of pain in her chest.

"I understand," Anneliese responded plainly.

Jumin must have sensed something amiss because she felt his arms wrap around her. "I don't mean to be rude, just please don't let anyone disrespect you. You don't deserve that."

"Next time I won't, I promise." She hugged him in turn. “Nor will I allow such disrespect to be given to others.

"That's my Anneliese." He kissed the top of her head and she smiled against his chest.

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Lilies: Femininity - Jumin Week 2024

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The ocean never failed to astonish her. Vast, powerful, and endless. Anneliese and Jumin were traveling on their first joint diplomacy trip. The leaders of the Southern Vale graciously agreed to another meeting. Anneliese was immensely relieved, but she worried over the impression Jumin left on them, especially since she was the reason for his swift departure from the last visit. 

She heard the steps creak behind her and smiled when she saw Jumin.

"The captain says we will dock soon." He informed before wrapping his arms around her and resting his head on her shoulder. 

"Beautiful isn't it?" She asked.

"You always are." He smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Flattering." She grinned. "But I meant the ocean."

"Ah yes, the ocean. Indeed. Hypnotic almost."

She turned in his arms to face him. "How are you feeling about meeting with the Southern Vale again?"

"Confident."

"Good, you should be." She smiled.

"Save for King Ludress and King Tielo. They weren't too pleased with how I left. They've been less than pleasant in the letters I've sent to all the leaders, but I can handle them."

"I know you can." 

"Thank you, love." He smiled. "I was surprised they agreed to another meeting. They seemed so set against it."

"Maybe your persuasion wore them down." She teased. 

"That must be it."

Anneilese adjusted the pin on his overcoat. "Just be your clever, articulate self like always and we will leave with the Southern Vale's support."

He laughed. "I admire your optimism." 

"It's not optimism." She looked into his eyes. "I trust you." 

"I don't take that lightly." He pecked her lips. "Thank you." He brought her knuckles to his lips and kissed them. "And thank you for coming with me."

"I'm the reason you had to leave the last time, it's-"

"Shh shh, none of that. You are worth more than any alliance." He kissed the top of her head and she knew his words were sincere.

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The next day, Jumin was sat at a round table with the four leaders of the Southern Vale. 

"Gentlemen, I want to once again express my gratitude for granting me another chance. I cannot begin to-"

"Do not think I agreed to meet again because of your persuasion, Prince Jumin." King Tielo cut him off. "Princess Anneliese sent my wife several perfumes, including a blend of jasmine and sandalwood, her favorite. Naturally, she urged me to attend, so I did. I came hoping to thank her in person. Your wife also sent letters explaining what happened and that you were diligently with her through the ordeal. I must admit, I misunderstood the circumstances around your departure at our last meeting. I would have done the same in your place. I was pleased to hear of her recovery."

"Princess Anneliese also sent me a gift." Jumin turned his attention to King Ludress as he spoke. "Six ornate outfits of Raevarin's famed silk for my family. Wonderful craftsmanship that could only come from Raevarin. I reasoned such generosity warranted another meeting. I too hoped to meet her and thank her personally for such an extravagant gift. Is she with you?"

"She is. If you all would like to meet her, I will happily arrange that."

"Lovely." King Tielo smiled before his expression turned serious. "Now let's get to the purpose of today's council."

"Of course." Jumin made his case as he realized he owed today to Anneliese.

Hours later Jumin flew through the door and wrapped Anneliese in a bear hug. 

"I take it the meeting went well." She laughed. 

He pulled away to look at her. "Anneliese! Why didn't you tell me you sent King Ludress and King Tielo gifts?"

"Well, I couldn't be sure that was why they agreed to come."

"Oh you are far too modest, you enchantress." He kissed her cheek. "They want to meet you. I've already made the arrangements for tomorrow night."

"That's fantastic!" She beamed. "You did well, Jumin."

"No, we did well." He smiled. "I must say," he pulled her close. "I'm rather impressed. You should accompany me on more diplomatic visits. I'm sure no one would withhold their support with you by my side." He nuzzled his nose into her cheek. 

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Green Daylily: Forgetting Sorrow - Jumin Week

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What was she doing? This wasn't her place, she should just stay quiet. No, this was for Jumin. She could do this much for him. Anneliese took a steadying breath and knocked on the heavy oak door.

"Come in." A deep voice called from inside. King Ho-Sung smiled and rose as she opened the door. "Princess Annelise! What can I do for you?"

"King Ho-Sung." She curtsied. "If you would hear my request, I would like to plant a memorial garden at the south corner of the palace grounds for Queen Go-Eun."

"Oh." His welcoming smile fell into a neutral expression. "Did Jumin suggest this?"

"No, sir. I haven't discussed it with him. I hoped to surprise him."

"Do you really think that's wise, my dear? It is his mother we're talking about." 

She knew it. She was meddling where she shouldn't. However, she was here now, she might as well see this through. "When Jumin talks about his mother, I can see how much he loved her. He would never say it outright, but I can tell he thinks not enough was done for Queen Go-Eun after she passed. I wish only to honor her memory. I mean no disrespect."

"That's very thoughtful of you. But I don't think it's a good idea."

It boggled her mind that King Ho-Sung would be opposed to such an innocent request. "May I ask why, Your Majesty?"

His silence stretched for a long moment before responding. "How did you come up with this?" King Ho-Sung’s voice was calm and curious and his eyes held no hint of malice.

"The day we met he mentioned his favorite place was Emerald Lake. How it overlooks a field of beautiful magnolias, his favorite flowers. I thought perhaps, having a garden of magnolias would be a sweet tribute to her. I’m sure that it would mean the world to him."

"Emerald Lake." King Ho-Sang laughed to himself. "She loved going there." He looked back at Anneliese. "Tell me, what do you know of Queen Go-Eun?"

"She was a kind and loving person. She ruled with dignity and grace. Jumin has only ever spoken highly of her. I hope to one day emulate Her Grace." 

King Ho-Sung smiled. "Come sit." She did so as he sat across from her.

"I founded that field of magnolias for her before we were married. Planted every flower myself. I haven't been to Emerald Lake in years. I think seeing it now would be..." He trailed off and his eyes became glassy. He blinked hard before speaking. "I think it would be too painful."

"King Ho-Sung, what I know of Queen Go-Eun, is only what I have heard from Jumin. I searched the royal archives, but there is precious little about her."

"I made it that way." He told her quite plainly. "Queen Go-Eun was of noble birth. Everyone told me marrying her was a selfish decision. But I didn't care. I loved her and I wanted no one but her by my side. She was a wonderful person. Gentle, kind, generous. But the transition to a new life was hard for her, the stress of it all weakened her. When she got sick, she didn't have much left in her to fight it. 

"I should have paid more attention so I could help her. But, I had my attention split in so many directions; and, she...she paid the price. If I didn't love her, didn't marry her, maybe she would still be alive today. She would be happy. I know Jumin wouldn't believe me if I said it, but I could never love anyone like I loved Go-Eun."

Anneliese shifted in her seat. "King Ho-Sung, may I speak freely?"

"Please do." His tone was earnest.

"I'm sure Queen Go-Eun loved you as much as you loved her. She would rather have lived her life with you than without you. Surely, Queen Go-Eun wouldn't want you to carry such guilt in your heart."

"Maybe you're right about that." He gave her a small smile. "And maybe, Princess Anneliese, you're right about a memorial garden." Her ears perked up. "I changed my mind. A memorial garden would be a fine idea. You have my full permission to use whatever resources you need." 

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Anne smiled wide and they both stood. She turned back before opening the door. "King Ho-Sung, you should join us when we plant them."

"I can't promise my presence, but I will consider it." He assured her. 

"Thank you, King Ho-Sung." She bowed and left to gather supplies.

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"Jumin! There you are!" Anne exclaimed. 

"Anne! Hello." He kissed her cheek. "Why are you wearing an apron?" Jumin asked with a laugh as he realized she was wearing a servant's dress. 

"You'll see." She grinned and took his arm. "Follow me, I have something to show you."

Anne led him to an empty patch of grass in the garden.

Jumin looked at her quizzically. "Is this what you wanted to show me?" 

"In a way." She reached into a pocket of the apron and pulled out small seeds. "I was thinking we could plant a memorial garden for your mother."

His heart swelled. "Anne." His voice was thick with emotion. "It's a perfect idea. But I can't grant you permission to change the garden."

"Princess Annelise has my permission." A deep voice said from behind him. "She asked me personally."

"Father." Jumin turned to see his father was also wearing an apron.

"Jumin." There was a note of warmth in his voice that was foreign to him.

Anne handed King Ho-Sung a trowel. "I thought we could do this together. As a family."

He wavered for a moment. Part of him wanted to keep his father out of this. What had he done to honor his mother's memory? Jumin quelled the immature thought. Anne was doing this for him. For their family. And his father had shown up, the very least he could do was honor them. 

"I would love to." Jumin smiled.

Over the course of weeks, Anne, Jumin, and his father tended to the garden meticulously. Jumin's ire thawed as he saw a kind joy on his father's face he hadn't seen since he was a boy. The once grassy patch soon grew into beautiful blooms. To him, they smelled better than any perfume he had ever owned. 

On a cool morning, he found his father standing in front of the garden. Jumin took a fortifying breath before he approached. "Good morning, Father."

"Good morning, son." A moment of silence passed before either spoke again. "Beautiful isn't it?"

"Stunning. Anneliese had a very fitting idea."

"She's got a good head on her shoulders." King Ho-Sung mused.

"She does," Jumin replied. Another beat of silence before he spoke again. "When Annelise was sick. I felt so...helpless. Is that how you felt when Mother was sick?"

His father looked at him with a start. "I did. There was nothing I could do and I couldn't be there for her. It was the most wretched I’ve ever felt in my life."

He looked at his father and saw pain etched on his face, as if he were living over those painful months again. Neither of them deserved that. "Anneliese told me you thought going to Emerald Lake would be too painful. How does it feel looking at the magnolias now?" 

"Like a small part of her is still here." His voice sounded far off. "I needed her, she was my rock. Like I suspect Anneliese is for you now."

“I may not be Mother, but you still have me. You always have."

"I know, son." 

"Papa, I need you. Alveria needs us both." Jumin didn’t bother to keep desperation out of his voice. He and his home had lived enough of life without his father. He was tired of it.

"I know, son." His father turned to him. "I know I haven't been there for you or our nation like I should be lately. But I'll change that. You and Anneliese deserve it. Our people deserve it."

"Thank you, Father. I–"

"I want you to know that your mother would have loved Anneliese."

"She would have."

A smile touched Jumin’s lips as he and his father stood side by side, as if for the first time in years. The breeze that wafted through the grounds now carried the fragrance of the magnolias, and with it, a sense of calm remembrance.

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White Rose: Loyalty - Jumin Week 2024

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Jumin stared at the invitation in his hand and groaned. Not another. Not from him of all people. Jumin knew his father would send him to this one, neither of them held any admiration for the sender of this missive. A soft knock on his study door shifted his attention.  

"Come in." He smiled as Anneliese poked her head in through the door. "You know you don't need to knock." He beckoned her inside with a soft smile.

"I'll remember that for next time." She said with a grin and walked around the desk to his side. "Another one? What is it this time?" She asked, gesturing to the letter.

"An invitation to a ball." He looked at her with a pout. "I don't want to go."

"Why not?" She asked, with a slight tilt of her head.

"Lord Bertram is hosting. He's appalling. Talks too much, too loud, and he never has anything good to say. And,” he added with a sigh, “The company he keeps is much the same." Jumin rubbed his forehead tiredly. "He's an ally of the crown; he's supported us since before the war."

"Well, that settles it. Go we must." Anneliese said with a sweet smile. 

"I still don't want to." He pouted. 

"I know." She said and tucked a stray lock of his hair back into place. "Call it a necessary evil." She laughed softly. "When do we leave?"

"You don't have to go. Lord Bertram is aggravating, but I can suffer his company for one night."

"Do you not want me there?" Anneliese asked, a hint of a furrow in her eyebrows.

"It's not that." He handed the invitation to her. "It's the same day as Raevarin's Festival of Life."

"Oh." Anneliese looked at the invitation. "That's okay, I'll still accompany you."

"No no, you should visit home."

"No."  Anneliese protested with a gentle firmness. "We should go together. What would people say if your new wife didn't accompany you?" She teased.

"They would say she's a smart woman to avoid a party hosted by someone so tiresome." He smiled. 

"I should be with you. Besides, Alveria is my home now." She kneeled in front of him.

"What are-" The question died on his lips as Anneliese touched his hand to her forehead before kissing his knuckles. Jumin felt his heart skip a beat and his breath caught.

 "For the rest of my days." Anneliese’s words sounded like a promise and it gave him pause.

Jumin searched her eyes and saw only sincerity. 

The broken land he called home his whole life, she now freely claimed as her own. His chest swelled at her declaration and answered it with a declaration of his own,. “And Alveria will love you for the rest of her days.” Jumin cupped Anneliese’s face in his hands and pressed a revenant kiss to her forehead.

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Anneliese examined the dress laid out before her. A pristine white gown with ornate gold embroidery that spanned the front and back of the skirt. The gold ornaments in her hair gleamed back at her in the mirror. Both were a stark contrast to the red and black she knew her whole life. The only part of her ensemble that stood out was a bangle of onyx and ruby. Jumin had insisted she wear it, and as she looked at the jewelry, she couldn’t help but smile. A small piece of Raevarin would always be part of her, no matter where she was.

The Festival of Life was a day to remember and celebrate loved ones who had passed on. The celebration served as a reminder that death is part of the tapestry of life, not the end. It was Annelise's favorite holiday. She hoped this year she and Jumin could visit Raevarin to celebrate, that she could share something she loved so much with him. But the day she had wanted to ask if they could go, she learned of the ball they were set to attend, and she was not going to let him go alone. Another time, she told herself, when Alveria was stronger and resembled the stories Jumin told her. She touched the deep pink stone of the ring on her hand and wondered if any of her sisters had come home for the holiday or if they were spending it away like her. It didn’t hold a candle to having her sisters beside her, but at least in some small way they were all still connected.

Hours later their carriage pulled in front of the Bertram estate’s imposing manor. Jumin offered her his hand as she got out. 

The manor was beautiful, rare stone and elaborate architecture decorated every door and window. A fountain accented the front of the property with lush greenery and vibrant flowers.

She leaned in and whispered, "Ready?"

"Since, you're with me, yes." Jumin replied with a suave smile.

Anne gave him a playful glance and his smile only grew.

As they approached the gate, a man with a large belly threw his arms up at the sight of them. "Prince Jumin! Welcome, welcome! I am honored you came." He turned to her. "Greetings, Your Highness I am Lord Bertram." He bowed at the waist.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance." Anneliese curtsied.

"How are you finding Alveria?" Lord Bertram asked.

"Alveria has been wonderful. Her people are welcoming and strong."

"Quite good to hear from our future queen." He grinned. "Your native land is Raevarin, is it not? Nature here doesn't compare to the beautiful mountainsides of home." He gave a hearty laugh.

"Aleveria is still quite beauti-" Anneliese’s response was cut short by Lord Bertram. Annoying as it was, she reminded herself that he was a long standing ally of the crown and it would be best not to upset him. 

"And isn't today the day of the Festival of Life? Surely, it would be an insult to your home not to attend such an important holiday from what I understand of Raevarin's culture." 

She felt the muscle in Jumin's forearm tighten and lightly squeezed his upper arm to calm him. "I appreciate your knowledge of Raevarin’s customs; however, my home is with my husband. It is no insult to be by his side." Anneliese answered with a kind smile.

"Are you trying to insinuate something about your future queen, Lord Bertram?" Jumin’s eyes narrowed as he asked the question. 

"Of course not, Your Highness, I would never dream of such insolence." The nobleman put up his hands in a show of innocence. 

"Perhaps you would do well to bridle your tongue in the future." Jumin's cold silver stare silenced the chatty noble.

"Of- of course. Please enjoy the party, Prince and Princess. And thank you for your presence tonight." 

"Of course." Anneliese smiled at him as he turned away. "You handled him nicely." She whispered to Jumin.

"Believe me, comments like that could have earned him far worse." Jumin's cold stare did not leave Lord Bertram's back until the bright orange of his clothes disappeared into the thick of the crowd. 

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Constancy - Jumin Week 2024

Prompt: Serbia Bellflower - everlasting love, gratitude, constancy

"Where is she? Where is my wife!" Jumin roared as he entered the hall.

Nurse Lor'el motioned for him to slow as she approached. "Prince Jumin, your wife is in the bedroom at the end of the hall, but I beg of you, please calm down."

He barreled past her and heard her shuffle behind him.

"Anneliese!" He rushed to her bedside. 

Her arms and face were pale, the skin under her eyes sunken and gray. She stirred but did not wake. The sight was painfully familiar to him. She looked just like his mother before she passed. 

He should have been there. How could he restore a nation if he couldn't even protect his wife?

Helpless. He was helpless. He couldn't fight for his mother then and he can’t fight for Anneliese now. He could only watch as an illness drained the life of someone he cared about. 

He couldn't lose her too. 

Jumin had held back his worry and anxious thoughts since he received word of her affliction. He gently wrapped his fingers around her hand. Holding her pale fingers tore him open, causing tears to well in his eyes. He didn’t care who saw. There was no weakness in letting them fall for his wife. He collapsed to his knees. He held her hand against his forehead as his silent tears grew into vehement sobbing. 

"Please." He begged her. "Please fight this. I can't do this without you. Alveria needs you. I need you." 

Anne slipped in and out of consciousness for days. The doctor and nurses said nothing more could be done than to keep her warm as she rested. Every time she woke, hope swelled within him for a few precious seconds. And every time she fell into unconsciousness he prayed she would wake up again.

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Anneliese could feel something warm on her face. She opened her eyes to sunlight streaming in through open curtains. The sun was high in the sky, but the hearth was lit.  

Where was she? Why did her head hurt so much? Her body protested when she tried to sit up. She winced and felt the bed shift as something beside her stirred. 

"Anneliese." A voice softly spoke her name as though through a sigh of relief. "You're awake." Jumin smiled. His usually immaculate hair was matted and messy. His eyes were bloodshot, and the skin under them was gray and sunken. "I'll get the nurse." He told her as he started to get up. 

"No, no." She touched his hand.  "Jumin, what happened?"

He sat back down and took her hand in both of his. "There was an accident. You were on your way to see Lady Holstead. One of the wheels came loose and the carriage crashed into a frozen lake. You fell through the ice. You've been in and out of consciousness for days. This is the first time you've been lucid enough to speak." Annelise tried to sit up again and her body scolded her again with more pain. "No, no, don't. It'll hurt." He gently placed his hands on her shoulders to stop her. "Stay still, I'll get the nurse."

Lady Holstead. She remembered. She had gone by herself to see the noblewoman and Jumin was meeting with the leaders of the Southern Vale. Did he leave for her? No, impossible. He must have left after. He wouldn't leave in the middle of such a critical meeting.

The nurse rushed into the room with Jumin following behind her. "Princess Anneliese! You're awake! That's very good. I am Nurse Lor'el. Do you remember what happened to you?"

"Prince Jumin informed me I fell into a frozen lake."

Nurse Lor'el touched Annelies's forehead with the back of her hand. "Your temperature is normal. Do you feel any pain?"

"I don't think there's a place where I don't feel pain." 

"That's to be expected. Prince Jumin kept a watchful eye over you the whole time. He was so worried, and very attentive. Nearly knocked the door off its hinges when he came back demanding to see you." She chuckled. "We will have to get you moving soon since you've been in bed for so long. For now, I will get you something to eat. We must get your strength up to start recovery."  

As soon as the door shut being Lor’el, Anneliese turned to her husband. "Jumin, is that true? You left the meeting with the Southern Vale?"

"I did. I couldn't bear to be away knowing something happened to you." He came around to her bedside.

"Jumin, I would have been fine. It's critical we have their support." Worry was more apparent with every word she spoke.

"They were understanding. Save for a couple." He gave a reassuring smile. 

"I'm sorry." This was all her fault and she didn’t see a way to fix it, not in her current state.

"What for?" He asked, his voice gentle as he tilted his head.

"I'm sorry for making you come back." Her voice was small, even to her.

"Don't be silly. That's nothing to be sorry over." He gently smoothed her hair.

"But-"

"You're important to me." He kissed her forehead. "I would much rather be with you– You're much better company anyway." He laughed softly and she smiled, despite herself.

"I'm so relieved you're awake." He lifted her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. There was something so tender in the action, that it made her turn from her panic and self-pity. He treated her like she was something precious, worth protecting, a treasure worth fighting for. "When I saw you, you were so pale. And you didn't wake up for so long. I was so afraid that you- that you would-" Tears welled in his eyes.  

"Jumin." She cupped his face.

"Please. Please don't leave me. Alveria needs you." He gripped her hand as tears fell. "I can't do this on my own."

"Shhh shh, Jumin." Anneliese held him as his shoulders shook. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise." 

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s/o to @geothewriter for his awesome editing and encouragement!!

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Jumin Week 2024 News: Late submissions and new rules!

Juju Week is over 🤷

As mentioned in an ask, we'll be receiving submissions for Jumin Week till the end of October (the deadline can be extended if requested but not indefinitely) , the only new rule is to @juminweek2019

Seeing the low participation for this year, this is the last year we are having Jumin Week (because I don't see Mysme 2 happening in the future right??) so this is your last chance to participate 😱

I even thought of receiving submissions for the prompts of past years and adding it to the masterlist under the category "Jumin Month" (in case someone has an abandoned wip) but idk, let me know if you like the idea 🤷

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First Meeting - Jumin Week 2024

Prompt Clivias: happiness, passion, kindness

"Jumin, I needn't remind you how important this is for us."

Jumin shifted his gaze from the window to the apprehensive man sitting across from him. "Of course not, Father."

His father always looked so stern. People often compared him to the older man, and it pained him to think one day he would look like that. 

You two are practically identical.

You're a gifted swordsman, just like your father.

One day you'll be a great king, just like him.

The last comment always gave him pause. Jumin gave his father credit for starting to heal the war-torn kingdom he inherited. He had worked tirelessly to rebuild relationships with surrounding nations and visit cities to show support for the people. However, he had become negligent in his later years, spending more time in the company of wine and women than in council meetings. The king was once an imposing figure so his advisors were reluctant to challenge his recent behavior. Jumin couldn't watch his father's past work go to waste. 

He spent the past five years negotiating trade deals and gathering all the support he could from nations near and far. Because of his work, Alveria enjoyed growth again, not that his father would admit that publicly.

Jumin knew Alveria needed more. An idea came to him: an alliance. A marriage that would establish his reputation and give Alveria the influence it needed to flourish.

The Kingdom of Raevarin was the strongest option. They had access to trade routes and influence that would finally propel Alveria into abundance. The royal family had one unbetrothed daughter. A more perfect option could not have presented itself. King Ho-sung was all too excited to hear his son had been thinking about marriage.

So no, his father needn't remind him of the importance of meeting his future wife and her family.

He turned his head toward the window again. The rolling hills of Raevarin reminded him of the fairytales his mother used to tell him. As a child, he wondered if Alveria could look as beautiful as the places that lived in the storybooks, or in his imagination.

Jumin's grandfather told him what Alveria was like when he was a boy. Lush and evergreen for miles. Elaborate stonework adorned every building in the cities. The earth grew peaches and strawberries that tasted sweeter than candy. He often dreamed what it would be like to walk through a city so well crafted, to feast on fruit so well cultivated. That version of Alveria felt so far away. Crops only just started to surplus, finally giving them more to trade. Cities stood again, but showed nothing of artistry or luxury. 

Yes, King Ho-sung was a fine ruler. But Jumin would be better. 

Under his rule, Alveria would thrive and be the paradise it once was.

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Knots tied and untied themselves in Anneliese's stomach. She had dreaded this day her whole life. From a young age, she and her sisters knew they were all pawns in a very large game. 

She strived to prove herself capable. To her family. To her kingdom. To the world. She spent late nights pouring over council meeting minutes, trade agreements, and legal texts of various nations. On top of that, she devoted countless hours devouring history books to learn strategies of diplomacy from rulers past and present.

She spent weeks begging her father to take her along on trade negotiations, she was sure every diplomat they welcomed into her home knew her name. Anneliese wasted no opportunity. 

To her parents, today was the payoff of her overseas trips and her hours of self-study. For Anne, all her effort had been a quiet rebellion. If she proved herself capable enough, she could somehow avoid the inevitable. It was a naive hope she knew, but she hoped still.

Today heralded the end of her rebellion The end of the freedom she had. Leaving the home she knew and the family she loved. She couldn't control what would happen next, no matter how much she had tried in the past. Anneliese swallowed the lump in her throat and tightly gripped the fabric of her dress. The elaborately draped currant red and ebony black fabric of her dress stared back at her in the mirror. The colors of home. One of the last occasions she would be allowed to wear them.

The door creaked open. "Anne, are you ready?"

She turned to see Krista poking her head through the door. 

Anneliese nodded. "Yes." Her voice cracked and she hung her head in defeat. She couldn’t even pretend to be okay. 

Her sister glided into the room and took hold of her hands. When she didn't look up, Krista tilted her head upward with a gentle touch. "You look lovely." Krista's gentle smile tore open the floodgates of emotion she was holding back. Anneliese threw her arms around her and held her tightly. 

"Krista, I don't want to do this. I thought I could handle everything. But I can't." 

Krista rubbed her back. "I know, I know. Shh shh. We all must. It is our duty to the throne."

"I know." Anne pulled away. 

"You'll always have us, no matter where you are." Krista placed a thin silver ring in her palm. At the center sat an oval shaped deep pink jewel. A promise between the sisters: no matter how far apart, they always had each other. It matched the ring on her sister's hand and only made her want to cry more. Tears began to well. 

"No more of that today." Krista smiled. "We must be brave."

Anne nodded and pressed her lips together. 

"Breathe deep." She did as told. "Ready?"

"No." Anne confessed. 

"None of us were either." Krista squeezed her hand.

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They sat side by side on a stone bench next to the burbling fountain in the palace garden. Prince Jumin was tall and slender, his ebony black hair perfectly parted. Not a strand out of place. His silver eyes were piercing and intense. She lacked the courage to meet his gaze for more than a second. 

"Raevarin is beautiful. The mountains are magnificent." 

"I’m happy to hear that,” Anneilese replied with a genial tone. “No matter where I go, I find there's really nowhere else like it."

"I have no doubt of that," Jumin replied.

"I've never been to Alveria, but I've read that the wilds’ beauty thrives with an untamed glory. It is said that the fruits that grow there can be compared to prepared candies. Is that what your home is like?"

"Her natural beauty is returning. There is a lake where I spent summers with my family. The water is clear and crystal blue. It overlooks a valley full of marigolds of every hue. As a boy, I had never seen color so vibrant. My grandfather often told me what our home used to be like. That is the first time I saw a glimpse of her former glory."

"That sounds beautiful.” Quiet awe permeated her voice.

“It was. I haven’t been in years, but I hope it has only become more like it once was.” His voice sounded wistful, like a daydream. 

“Marigolds are my favorite flower." She scolded her own mind. Was that the best she could think of?

"Really?" He tilted his head with a smile. "Mine as well."

He responded well, so she returned with another simple truth. "I would very much like to visit one day." 

A wide smile spread across his face. "Then we will." 

"I shall look forward to it." Anneliese smiled. 

For a moment they watched the water rise and fall in the fountain. "This can't be easy for you." Jumin's voice was soft and gentle, careful even.

"Nor for you." Anneliese offered.

A small smile pulled at his lips. "Alveria hasn't been the lush paradise you've read about for three generations. But I will change that." He turned to her. "Princess Anneliese, I cannot promise you love, nor do I expect it from you. But I do promise you loyalty and security. If you'll have me, I will make you a queen of legend. All I ask for is your trust."

"If I'll have you?" Anneliese tilted her head. "Surely, it's what's expected of me." Her tone was tinged with disbelief.

Jumin shook his head. "Not from me. The choice is yours. I will hold nothing against you should you refuse."

Anneliese was taken aback. She had a choice. For perhaps the first time in her life, she held power over someone. She studied him for a moment. His eyes were sincere and his voice earnest. "You love your home." 

"I do, dearly." His eyes held an emotion she couldn't quite place, but it was strong.

She looked down at the space between them. Maybe she wouldn't lose her freedom. Maybe this was an opportunity that could give her what she dreamed of. Anneliese inhaled to steady her increasing heartbeat before giving him an answer that would change her life forever. "I accept your proposal, Prince Jumin." 

He quickly kneeled before her. For the second time that day, Anneliese was taken aback. He lifted her hand to his forehead before kissing it with reverence. "I am forever in your debt, Princess Anneliese."

No one had ever kneeled to her before. She looked into his eyes and again saw only sincerity. She smiled graciously at him. 

Perhaps their marriage would be without love, but it would not be without respect. Or even, her mind ventured, kindness.

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major shoutout to @geothewriter for his awesome editing and encouragement!! < 3 < 3

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˓˓ก₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ค˒˒ It’s The Last Day of Jumin Week 2024! ˓˓ก₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ค˒˒

Today’s Prompt: CLIVIAS

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˓˓ก₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ค˒˒ It’s Day 6 of Jumin Week 2024! ˓˓ก₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ค˒˒

Today’s Prompt: WEIGELAS

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between night and morning - day three

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jumin x mc

rating: T

prompt: green daylily - romantic love, "forgetting painful events from the past," "the flower that helps forget"

warnings: nightmares, slight spoilers for Jumin's route

word count: 1.4k

ao3 link

Jumin wakes from a nightmare and goes searching for comfort.

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Jumin…Jumin…

JUMIN!

Jumin snapped awake, jostling his chair and inhaling raggedly. He looked around, seeing that he was still in his living room and most importantly, still alone.

Jumin leaned forward and put his head in his hands, unable to shake himself from the nightmare he’d been awoken from quite yet. It was one in the same vein as they all were; memories he’d tried to forget even though he knew he couldn’t. Memories from his and his father’s past.

Jumin wiped the sweat from his brow and worked on slowing his breathing, keeping his eyes open and focused on the carpet beneath his chair. When he’d calmed down just slightly, he sat back up, glancing over at the paperwork he’d been working on before he unfortunately dozed off.

His eyes ached at the tiny print on the paper, and just as soon as he picked it up, Jumin put it back down and sighed slowly. He felt useless for so many reasons, and having that ridiculous nightmare made him feel less and less in control. He needed to be in control, in that moment more than ever.

An image of her flashed in his mind. His heart palpitated strangely, like it had been doing for the past few days, but it wasn’t dizzying anxiety like he’d felt just moments previous. If anything, thinking of the woman in his bed nearly made him forget why he was so on edge in the first place.

Jumin took a deep breath before he stood from his chair. After not moving for quite some time, the tension in his body was uncomfortable. He started towards his bedroom, remembering all he’d said to her last night as he felt his body untie some of its knots.

As he approached the door, he heard her light breathing and couldn’t help but smile. Peeking in, he admired the way she looked so peaceful, so carefree. He was sincerely thankful that she was able to get rest, despite all of the events that had transpired over the past week. He felt a flash of envy before it melted into gratitude for her presence.

How could he bear to let her go in the morning?

Jumin had taken a step into the room before he’d thought about it, unable to think of a reason that made sense for him not to move closer.

He stopped just next to the bed, able to hear her breathing much more clearly and realizing his own breaths had calmed back to normal.

Staring down at her, the only label for the emotion that was burning in his chest was love. He was in love with her. The feeling itself was not what frightened him, but the thought was horrifying. How could he love someone, let alone someone he’d met only days ago?

In multiple instances, his father had been beguiled by women he mistakenly put his trust in. He watched him ponder over it and inevitably give in, no matter how much Jumin urged him to see reason. Eventually, Jumin stopped trying.

But as soon as he no longer outwardly cared, that’s when those women began to focus on him too. The thought nearly brought him back into his nightmare, blinding rage flashing across his vision.

MC shifted in the bed in front of him, pulling him from his thoughts. It felt almost wrong to be upset in her presence. How could he lose himself in thought when she was right in front of him?

Jumin sat down slowly, working to clear his mind as he watched her sleeping peacefully. His eyes scanned over her face, taking a long look at her lips. Her kiss was like magic, some kind of force he’d only read about in books. Thinking of her smile made his chest feel fuzzy, and when he moved to look down at himself out of slight worry, Jumin realized he’d laid down next to her.

He paused, feeling his heart rate quicken. He had never lost control like he did when he was with her. It perplexed him, but he was equally as confused as to why he didn’t want that fact to change.

She was so close to him in that moment, so beautiful and so serene. His hand moved out towards her, lingering above her face before he brushed the back of his index finger along her cheek. Her deep breaths shallowed, prompting Jumin to wonder about how heavily she slept.

Taking his hand back, he waited as she returned to a deeper sleep, his eyelids growing heavier as he lay beside her. After a moment, he reached out again, pulling the blanket back over her shoulder. This time, he couldn’t pull away, and he rested his hand on her upper arm. She was warm, contrasting with his cool hand. He felt the hairs stand up on his arm, his fingers tightening around her minutely. She reacted with a short, low hum from the back of her throat, but she didn’t move an inch.

Despite the feeling that was burning in his throat, Jumin decided to let her rest, praying that he would have time to explore his curiosities on another calmer night.

A thought flashed in his mind for him to remove himself from the bed, from her arm, but the thought was quickly buried by fatigue. Jumin worked to keep his eyes open, to look at her for just a second longer, but his exhaustion got the better of him.

Hours later, when the sun had begun to rise, Jumin innately roused. Some days he wished that his bodily rhythm would allow for longer sleep, especially this past week.

He willed his eyes open, starting to sigh before his breath caught in his throat in panic. Her face was inches from his, and as the blood began to rush through his body, he realized that she was touching him too. She was still asleep, breathing slowly as Jumin looked down to see both her hands outstretched to him. One of them was draped over his upper arm, her hand reaching down towards his back, and the other had a small handful of his shirt. It had come slightly untucked in the night, leaving just enough fabric to be gripped by her hand just above his heart.

Jumin looked over her features, knowing that his heart should be racing with anger, resentment, or guilt. But when he searched, there was nothing but peace and eagerness to learn more about her. To hold her like she was holding him, and to love and cherish her for the amazing soul she’d offered to him in kindness. He would forever be indebted to her for the solace she’d provided him in his lowest moments.

Jumin watched her until drowsiness began to take over him once more. He was tempted to stay, to let her hold him as long as she wanted, but he knew he needed to keep himself grounded. It was important for him to let her go today or else there would be no possibility of them being together in the future. He had to regrettably detach from her, just for today, just enough to let her leave, so that he could be bound to her forever.

Jumin longed to reach forward and press a kiss to her cheek, her forehead, her nose, but he didn’t want to wake her so early. He slowly began to move backward out of her embrace, holding his breath as she twitched and took her arm back. But her hand still gripped his shirt, and even as he continued to move, that fact didn’t change.

Jumin reached down, his fingertips brushing over her wrist as a test before he gently placed his hand over hers. Hooking his pinkie finger under hers, he pulled her hand from his shirt achingly slow, nearly hearing his heart rate pick up as she latched on to his finger instead. Jumin placed their joint hands on the bed in front of him, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb until he could pull his finger free. The loss of warmth from her touch made his chest ache in a way he had become too familiar with these past few days, but he steeled himself.

Standing from the bed, he imagined himself waking up with her every day, kissing her good morning, and leaving her to sleep more. Jumin felt a small smile come to his lips, shaking his head and lightly scolding himself for daydreaming.

Taking one last look at her, he left the room, closing the door behind himself and realizing he finally felt rested.

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thank you for reading! thank for you for all the support on my first two days! I have had long nights and work, so I know I'm late, and then on top of that, I got a concussion this morning...

but! I'm still going strong, and I'll do my best to catch up! (even though I shouldn't be looking at screens ladglsjbgljgb)

mel x

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i'm super sorry if this has been clarified before, but i haven't participated in a lot of writing challenges and i noticed the official schedule post says we have time to submit our stuff until the masterlist is published! so i was wondering if there's any set time or such that the masterlist is planned to be published and/or if there's a concrete deadline that isn't the 10th up until which it would be still okay to post :[ again, sorry if this has been addressed before

The first deadline is the end of October 👍 (no need to apologize 🙂)

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˓˓ก₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ค˒˒ It’s Day 5 of Jumin Week 2024! ˓˓ก₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ค˒˒

Today’s Prompt: BLUE DELPHINIUMS

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˓˓ก₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ค˒˒ It’s Day 4 of Jumin Week 2024! ˓˓ก₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ค˒˒

Today’s Prompt: LILIES