#ateez forbidden love au

[hongcherry]

Torn || smg

"After being wounded during a mission, you find yourself somewhere you're not supposed to be—in Mingi's arms."

💔 Pair: Mingi x Reader(gn)

💔 Rating/Genres: NC-17; Angst, forbidden love, hurt/comfort, gang au

💔 Warnings: Injuries (deep cup), blood, stitches, (poor) gang-related talk, weapons, illegal activities mentioned, death/dying mentioned

💔 Word count: 2.5k

💔 Author's note: I didn't know where I was going with this fic, but I just felt like writing, so please ignore anything that doesn't make much sense. I'm going to pull, the "it's a fanfic" card lol. I also don't know much about medical or gang stuff, so I apologize if it's not accurate. I didn't do my research this time 😣 Lastly, I wrote this from an f-reader POV but realized I didn't think I used any specific pronouns and such, so I labeled it gn-reader. If I missed something, please let me know! Regardless of all that, please enjoy! This was a spontaneous writing session. I wasn't going to post again so soon but here we are 😅

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“You’re not supposed to be here,” the familiar low voice hissed. He was not happy to see you.

“And when did I ever listen to you?” you chuckled even though you knew he wasn’t going to find it funny.

Mingi took his head, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to focus on the task at hand.

“That’s going to get you killed one day,” he said, but you ignored his words.

“Easy there,” you warned when he was a little too harsh on your skin. Your jaw was clenched, hands fisted on the edge of the table you were sitting on.

Mingi kneeled below you as he cleaned the fresh wound on your calf.

You had been assigned to the east part of the city with your usual partner. The night was going fine. It was rather peaceful, actually. All you had to was deliver the package before one. 

Simple.

You’ve done more complicated tasks before.

However, they cornered you too fast. The sound of weapons being unsheathed filled your ears and your sight was soon clouded with rising smoke. You barely had enough time to pull out your weapon, pressing your back against your partner’s as they retrieved their own weapon. 

The package was in a bag slung around your torso. You couldn’t lose it.

Perhaps if you had been more focused you could have quicker reflexes. Maybe if he wasn’t on your mind, you wouldn’t have a deep gash down your leg.

Mingi didn’t reply to your warning, but the pressure he was using to wipe the blood on your leg eased. 

“Want to tell me how you got this?” Mingi questioned and tossed the soiled rag in a nearby bin. There were other rags in there, each stained with your blood. 

“Not really,” you murmured. 

Mingi stood up to his full height and you had to crane your neck to look at him.

“We don’t need the small talk, right? You can just finish your job and I’ll go.”

Mingi stared at you for a second, eyes flashing with annoyance. You were probably pushing his buttons, but you couldn’t find yourself caring about that. 

“Yeah,” he said through clenched teeth. “My job.”

He scoffed at that. It wasn’t his job to tend to your wounds, but he found himself doing it more often than he would’ve liked. 

Despite his cold demeanor, he picked you up gently. Since your partner was occupying the bathroom getting his own wounds cleaned by one of Mingi’s friends, Mingi carried you to the kitchen. He rested you on the counter so that your injured leg was hovering over the sink. It wasn’t the most sanitary for the kitchen, but Mingi didn’t seem to be bothered. 

Mingi turned on the water and washed his hands. Per your request, he remained silent as he cleaned your injury properly. 

Mingi’s lips were a jar while he worked on your calf. His dark brown hair was straight and hung in front of his forehead. His locks weren’t long enough to hide his eyes, but you liked it more this way. You could see his face better.

His usually crescent moon eyes and gummy smiles were absent from his facial features. He wore a stone-cold expression, which made you feel slightly intimidated under his gaze. One of Mingi’s talents was being able to appear like a giggly baby one second and then a baleful foe the next. Yet in both scenarios, you couldn’t stop your heart from racing a little faster at his striking features. He was definitely handsome.

But you would never tell him that now. Perhaps in the past, but not anymore.

“Can you move over there?” Mingi asked, voice void of emotions as he gestured behind him. It was the island part of the kitchen. 

“Why don’t you just move me yourself?” you challenged. Your eyes refocused on his face, trying to pull yourself from your thoughts.

“Yn,” he sighed as if all his energy had been drained from staying awake three days straight. You were really pushing him over the edge.

You relented at his tone, not really wanting to be on his bad side more than you already were. 

“Alright, alright,” you yielded and carefully swung your legs down. Mingi lingered around you, hiding his frown as he watched you wobble to the island. He forced his attention away from you and left to grab his other supplies.

When he came back, you were sitting on the island as instructed.

One by one, he set aside his first-aid items. You held your breath when he started to thread a needle.

“Is that necessary?” you asked and tried to keep your voice even. You only had to have stitches once, but the pain had made you never want to experience it again. You could already feel your body tensing up at that thought.

Mingi turned to you while pulling the material through the needle’s eye.

“The cut is deep, so yes.” 

Mingi watched you attentively. His shoulders eased slightly at your nervousness. You were tough, but even you had your vulnerable moments. Mingi had seen yours more than you probably knew.

Mingi grabbed a clean towel; he rolled it up and then handed it to you.

“Bite down on this,” he said softly.

No longer in the mood to argue, you took the towel and put it between your teeth.

Your eyes averted from Mingi as he started the sutures. You bit the towel harshly to keep your whimpers at bay.

Even when Mingi was mad at you, he would always be there for you. 

You wanted to hate that.

You wanted him to push you away. Maybe even demand you never come back to this part of the city because he knew people like you were never welcomed. People like you who were from the west; especially people affiliated with dangerous groups like yourself. You wondered why he kept letting you come back to his hideout.

His friends were placid. They weren’t involved with the crime world. They didn’t start wars with other people, and they didn’t do any illegal trading. Yet just being associated with you could bring them danger.

Sometimes, you wish you never met him outside that cafe a year ago. You wished he wasn’t so friendly and willing to help anyone in need. Like now, you had encountered dangerous people who caused you harm. Mingi had found you stumbling toward the restaurant and instantly went to help you. He didn’t know why you were hurt, nor did he know who had caused you pain. He just wanted to help.

And what he didn’t know for three months was that you were involved with a hostile group. 

He didn’t believe you at first–insisting to drop the joke. Though after a few more explanations, his smile dwelled down to a deep frown. You could tell he wanted to kick you out, but something inside him didn’t. 

Until two months later.

His friends weren’t happy with you around and they didn’t like the possibility of you bringing them trouble. They had been able to stay in the dark, not meddling with anyone’s business. They wanted to keep it that way.

It’s not until you were followed one day, that they were attacked. Luckily, no one was badly injured since the attacker was outnumbered. Even though Mingi’s friends weren’t a part of criminal activities, they still trained in combat in case they needed it. They knew no group could ever truly be safe in this town.

Though, that was the breaking point of you seeing Mingi.

You hadn’t seen him since.

And you swore to yourself you wouldn’t have gone to their hideout tonight. You tried to escape the ambushers without any other help, but your partner was more injured than you. You couldn’t both run in your conditions.

Mingi’s hideout was the closest and so without much thought, you rushed your partner to the building.

“Done,” Mingi announced and set aside the needle. He reached up and slowly removed the towel from your mouth.

Your jaw hurt from clenching it so hard.

“T-thank you,” you said and peered down at your calf. The stitches were neatly done. 

Mingi hummed. He stood there, not saying a word as he scanned your face. You opened your mouth to say something, but for once, you didn’t have anything to say.

Mingi broke the silence. “You can’t come here again.” 

His words had your walls crumbling for a second too long. Mingi saw the hurt in your eyes, could see the way your body tensed as your flight mode was activated.

Fuck, you wish your heart didn’t feel so heavy right now.

“I know,” you sighed and pushed back the heaviness in your chest.

You climbed off the counter and Mingi’s hand shot out to steady your unbalanced body. The warmth from his large hands burned through your clothes.

Part of you wanted to push him away, but another part of you wanted to collapse in his arms. To beg for him to take back those words. To beg for him to see you as more than the person who committed crimes in the dark.

But Mingi did none of that.

Once you were steady, he retracted his hands.

“Hongjoong said you need to leave once your friend gets bandaged. Should be about ten more minutes,” he spoke and averted his eyes from you.

You couldn’t stop the scoff that escaped your lips at his friend’s name. That man had probably corrupted Mingi into thinking you were some demon who came to destroy Mingi. Though, were you really as good as you thought? Deep down you knew Hongjoong held some truth in his opinion of you, but you couldn’t help but feel he was a big reason why Mingi stayed away from you.

“And what do you say, Mingi?”

At the way you spoke his name, he looked at you again. His expression was a mix of regret and sorrow. 

“I’m not in char-”

“I don’t care. I want to know what you want.”

“It doesn’t matter.” 

Mingi turned away, but you didn’t let that last. You placed a hand on the side of his face and made him look at you. Hesitantly, he shifted his eyes down to you.

“I don’t matter to you?” you questioned.

Throughout the months you had known him, you had grown closer. The months when he didn’t know who you really were felt freeing. His laugh was something you never knew you needed in order to brighten your day. Feeling his strong arms wrapped around your shoulders as he held you against him during movie nights had stirred unwanted emotions. Even his friends were cordial toward you then.

“Just leave them,” Mingi whispered, eyes softening at the way you looked at him. 

He didn’t need to elaborate on his sentence. 

As more days passed without seeing Mingi, you desperately wanted to. You wanted to leave the crime world behind and live as any average person your age. But there were still secrets you kept from Mingi. One being your family was tied to the group you were a part of. You would never be allowed to leave.

“You know I can’t,” you replied sullenly.

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Even if I did, I couldn’t be with you.”

Mingi’s lips tugged lower. 

“Why not? You said you wanted me,” Mingi argued. 

You recalled the touching night with you and Mingi sprawled over the couch. The TV light illuminated the small room, but neither of you was paying attention to what was playing. You were only focused on each other–focused on the words of the other as you each confessed how you truly felt. The kisses he gave you that night were scorched inside your memory.

“It’ll be dangerous. I’ll never be able to leave completely.”

“You don’t really want this, do you?” Mingi questioned and tried to step away. He wasn’t believing your words, conjuring them up as excuses. Though, you placed a hand on his waist to stop him.

“Don’t say that,” you pleaded quietly. 

“You would leave them then. Hongjoong said we could be together if you were-”

“He was lying,” you interrupted with a frown. You knew Hongjoong would never approve of you. Not after he found out about your affiliations. You wondered if he knew the truth as to why you couldn’t leave.

“Hongjoong wouldn’t-”

“Meet me next week at the cafe,” you insisted. You knew your time here was running out. No doubt one of his friends was bound to come to kick you out soon.

“I shouldn’t,” he mumbled sadly, reluctantly.

“One last time. It’ll be on me,” you offered, a forced smile forming on your lips as you tried to lighten the mood.

Mingi shook his head and dropped his gaze. You inhaled deeply and nodded. You had come to the conclusion that it wouldn’t work anyway. You could sneak around for months, yet it wouldn’t change anything. In fact, you were sure it would only cause more harm. You would grow more attached as the days passed. 

Mingi was right. Meeting at the cafe wasn’t a good decision.

“Then kiss me once more,” you said and pushed your body closer. “For the road?”

Mingi chuckled lowly, eyes raising to yours finally.

“For the road,” he echoed and lowered his head.

The kiss was light for a moment but soon turned more fervent. He moved his lips against yours quickly. You missed the way he kissed you so passionately. You missed the way he held you so dearly. Mingi had always poured his emotions into his kisses. You could sense the hurt he was feeling at knowing he wouldn’t be able to call you his. And while it hurt you, too, you had tried not to show that.

But maybe if you didn’t, he would know how serious you were about him.

Though before you could deepen the kiss further, a voice tore you both apart.

“We gotta’ go,” your partner spoke to you.

Mingi pulled away but kept his eyes on yours. You wished so badly you could see his smile one more time.

Instead, you gave him a small smile of your own. It was something you hoped he could remember you by… If he chose to remember you at all.

“Maybe I’ll see you around?” you said hopefully, yet you knew that was highly unlikely.

Mingi knew it too, but even with that knowledge, he replied, “Yeah… I’ll see you around.”

You both lingered in the other’s arms–both unable to find the strength to pull away.

“Yn,” your partner urged somewhere behind Mingi.

“Got it,” you sighed and reluctantly stepped away from the man you had grown fond of.

Mingi, being the caring person he is, quickly reached for you as you staggered. 

“It’s okay,” you reassured and patted one of his hands that gripped your waist.

You peeled his hands from yours and walked slowly to your partner. You put your arms around each other and trudged out of the hideout, grabbing the package that caused all this on your way. Mingi and his friends watched you silently as you both limped away using each other as support.

Each step you took was more painful than the previous, yet you couldn’t tell if that pain emitted from the wound in your calf or the wound in your heart.

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[mingigoo]

War of Hearts || seonghwa || chapter one

chapter one

pairing ⇢ assassin/writer! seonghwa x princess/artist! (fem) reader

summary ⇢ you meet a mysterious man in present day. back in the Joseon dynasty, you are nearly killed by an unknown assassin and then saved by a beautiful man.

genre/au ⇢ forbidden au, bodyguard au, assassin au, enemies to lovers, historical au, soulmate au, fluff, smut, angst

chapter warnings/tags ⇢ attempted assassination, nothing much in this chapter

word count ⇢ 3.3k (short I know :( (future chapters will be longer!)

taglist ⇢ @marsophilia @theaufanartist @atinywhore @hwashope @roe-sinning @yeritheloml @jjhmk @meowmeowminnie @yesv01 @ch0isa99ie @hwalysm @trashlord-007

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“You look like a flower,” you said, smiling up at the stranger. He was indeed just as beautiful.

He stood there, the tears silently falling a bit faster now. He didn’t tear away from your gaze, though, and he peered into your soul as if it was the only reason he was living.

You watched his eyes dance with emotion. You reached out to touch his cheek just like you did with the tulip, and you softly wiped his tears.

“You’re as pretty as one.”

A few moments after you said that, you frowned as you noticed what you were doing. It was as if you had no control over your actions, and to be honest, you had no idea where those words came from.

“Oh.” You pulled your hand back, watching his eyes close as you pulled away. The tears fell sharply from his eyes as he squeezed them shut. You were confused but were not entirely out of the spell he put you under. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure why I did that.”

He nodded, his expression still visibly upset. You weren’t able to break your gaze on him now, and you may have seemed a bit crazy—although it was much worse for him, who was crying in front of a stranger. 

He didn’t say anything after that, and you moved your eyes to look at the flowers. “Are these yours?”

Shaking his head, he wiped away the tears from his obsidian eyes. “No, I just thought they were pretty.”

“Ah.” You nodded, feeling a bit awkward since he wasn’t looking away from you. He looked a bit older than you, and you watched as his hands clenched into fists as his tears slowed. 

Once again, it was as if you had no control over your words. You fiddled with your hands as he stood in front of you, his presence both intimidating and comfortable. 

“How old are you?” You asked him, the words just flowing off your lips. You didn’t understand, and he just looked like he would cry again. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that. I’m just going to go,” you spoke, flustered at both his tears and your words. as you took a few steps away from the man, his words had you stop in your tracks.

“Don’t you want to know my name first?”

You turned around as if you had heard it before. His voice was weak, utterly vulnerable in front of you. You watched his lip quiver slightly, but you put your focus on his eyes.

“What?” You whispered, feeling a pull to him like no other. More than the pull your current boyfriend made you feel, and maybe the strongest feeling you’ve ever felt.

Truth be told, you never really felt like you were in the right relationships. There was always something that ended the love, and you were never heartbroken about it. Maybe you just were never with the right person, and your heart knew it before you did.

You felt your cheeks dampen, and you were shedding tears like your heart was indeed broken into pieces. You have never met this man in your life, but yet here you were, feeling like you knew him all your life. “What is your name then?” you asked, feeling like you knew it already.

He laughed a bit, looking at you up and down with a smile. “That’s new. You’ve never asked for my name before.”

“Well, I believe this is the first time we’re meeting.” You shrugged, even though deep down you were sure you knew him. you kept your cool as you spoke, holding your hand out for him to shake. “I’m Y/N.”

He hesitated. You watched his eyes flicker from your lips to your hand, and he reached out and took it slowly. The feeling of his skin on yours sent a chill down your spine, and you were sure your hair was standing on the top of your head. He had to be some ethereal creature or something. It was like touching fire, and you felt the rush under your feet like it was knocking you off balance. What was this feeling? Why couldn’t you understand it?

“I’m Seonghwa.” He spoke as sweet as candy, but his touch was as cold as ice. 

 It’s nice to meet you, y/n.”

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The year 1571, 

Joseon Dynasty, Korea

Ten years after that playful night in the garden by the water, you found yourself much older with much heavier burdens. After Concubine Bin had passed that same night you met the tulip boy, you had to become a completely different person.

You trained harder and harder, building up your strength as if you were part of the army. You didn’t fall into the norms of a typical princess — a princess like your sister.

Princess Jinah was now nineteen. Quite the competition by now and had already found a suitor to be married to. On the other hand, you are still stuck in your ways of doing things for yourself and not to please others. With your “mother” gone and your heart set on the throne, the only thing holding you back was your gender.

“There’s my wonderful daughter.” The King excitedly bellowed as you entered his room, his servant standing by him with his head low. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Things have been quiet, but you kept your expectations low with others. You’ve maintained a good relationship with your father, but it didn’t help that he was the most hated man in the country. The people didn’t see that he was trying to make everything better for them; instead, lies were spawned by others who couldn’t keep their mouths shut. 

“I am just checking up on you, father.” you bowed respectfully. Tonight was the after-party since the rain ritual was successful, and you had the chance to really shine tonight. You were dressed in a glorious purple ensemble, showing up your sister with a slight flake of disrespect. The King sat with a grand smile as he took notice of your appearance and took a step off of his seat to come closer to you.

He grabbed your hands softly, his expression sincere and heartfelt. “My darling, you look beautiful. Trying to make all the men in the palace swoon?” He chuckled heartily, his bright teeth flashing you like a sunbeam. His looks were otherworldly, and you had to thank him for your features. His hair was long and dark, flowing down to his hips and his eyes were a clear brown-green almost. He didn’t look a day past thirty, although he was quite a bit older than that. You loved him with all your heart, and maybe you were working up your strength to protect him somehow.

“I got the news that princess Jinah has found a husband.” You muttered to your father, but you peeked around his shoulder to see his servant eavesdropping. “Do you mind if I speak to him alone?” you asked the man, who then curtly replied to you with a slight nod. Once he walked out of the room, you brought your gaze to the grip your father had on your hands.

“Yes. He’s a bit bland, though.” He laughed, smiling at you, but you knew what was coming next. “Have you met anyone suitable for you? Was the scholar not good enough?”

Since you were seventeen, your father has been trying to set you up with the “perfect man.” Although he seemed to care much more for you than Jinah, he still wanted you to have a good husband like her. You weren’t the type to fall into the cycle, but you also dreamed of having someone love you over anything.

You shook your head, dropping his hands slowly. “No, I just don’t feel like I am meant for a suitor,” you sighed, and you fiddled with the silk of your dress. Your makeup matched the hues of your gown, causing your eyes to pop. “Maybe I’m just meant to be an artist.”

Your father sighed but then grabbed your hands once more. “My daughter, you are much more than just an artist. Don’t rush it; you will find the one that is tied to your finger.”

It was strange. Hearing those words come out of the King of the nation seemed a bit too good to be true, but it did make you wonder if there really was someone tied to the other end of the string. To be honest, you never really thought about that, but now hearing it, it seemed more probable.

Your dad had your mom, even if you never knew who she was. He never truly fell in love with someone after she passed, although he had another child with the queen due to formality. You knew he didn’t love her, but you also knew that she somehow had more power than him.

You were about to turn twenty-one this spring, and knowing you had no one else to celebrate it with other than the royal family didn’t quite make you feel loved. The only person who did was your father, although he always seemed to be controlled by the queen. You always felt like something was off, but what evidence did you have?

After your heartfelt session with your father, it was time for the party. Hundreds of court maids were dancing around with ribbons and bows in their hair, and the diverse colors of their dresses merged like colors of the rainbow. You stood at the center of the grand hall staircase, standing next to your father and sister. The queen was on the other side, thank the lord, and you were able to put up a front pretty well. 

The music was loud, and the food was a bit cold by the time it was served, but you didn’t mind. Your sister and the queen seemed to differ, though, and caused upheaval with the kitchen maids.  

“I was expecting an exquisite meal, maiden Jung,” The Queen scoffed, shoving the porcelain dish off her singular table. It shattered loudly once it hit the concrete, causing the main servant to gasp and jump back. A piece of the sharp porcelain crunched under the feet of the queen as she stood up authoritatively. “What is this? Disrespect?”

You kept your vision high while your father’s eyes remained low. You glared at the queen with disdain, and even though you didn’t like her, this just added more reasons to the list. 

The kitchen-maid trembled as the queen neared closer, her fingers clenched around the green ribbon around her robe. Her knuckles turned white, and her teeth chattered, and you had enough of the haughty queen.

“The food is delicious, your Majesty,” you stood up from your seating position, to which your father finally lifted his gaze when he heard your voice. “But even if it wasn’t, it is not this maiden’s fault, correct?”

A few people gasped as all the eyes were trained on you. Eyes of someone that you didn’t know yet. You allowed yourself to look around to see what the people thought of you, yet, did it matter? The queen had everyone in the palm of her hand. It was a bit of an unfair fight you were about to enter.

The queen scoffed again. It seemed like a habit. “Excuse me? Where are your manners, my daughter?”

It was your turn to scoff. You took a step closer, your purple gown trailing through the broken porcelain shards. “Daughter? Your Majesty, you have not once treated me like your own blood. It seems quite odd that you regard me in those terms, hm?”

The quaint kitchen maid ran away now, finding it a perfect opportunity now that the attention was on you and not her. 

“Such insolence!” She seethed in front of you. Her teeth sparkled under the moonlight, as well as the smooth red silk of her robe. She didn’t look a day over thirty and had the looks any woman would want, but something rubbed you wrong with her. It could be the rotten smile of hers despite the shiny teeth and how someway she made your skin crawl by just looking at her. “How dare you talk to your motherly figure like that?”

Your sister Jinah scurried her way next to her mother while everyone watched the scene unfold. Your father still sat alone, but he looked very bothered by what was developing in front of him. You knew there wasn’t much he could do for you, given that it would taint his already no-good reputation. “I’m sorry for my sister, mother. She is quite lacking.”

The collar of your dress seemed to clench your throat tighter than it had been earlier. You dropped your gaze to the floor, where the broken plate sat. It still kept its beauty despite its damaged state. The pale blue designs still danced across the plain white porcelain. It was almost more beautiful this way rather than it being full. Maybe it was because it caused you to look at its details. 

The queen seemed antsy while watching you disregard Jinah’s comment. “What are you looking at? Don’t disrespect me in front of the palace, darling.” 

Ah. Darling? Yeah, this isn’t right. What is she planning?

Suddenly, she came closer to you. With a slight lift of her arm, she nearly touched the fair skin of your cheek. “I wish you would regard me as your mother,” 

As those words left her lips, you couldn’t even grasp what was before you. It was as if it was planned. A sharp whistle sound caused you to look around to find the source. The only thing you noticed was the slight smirk on the queen’s lips before she backed away quickly.

Your father screamed out your name then. You weren’t sure what for, but then you noticed how quickly the queen and princess ran away as if they knew what was coming. An arrow flew straight towards you, then. You didn’t react quick enough, and the next thing you saw was the sharp end grazing the side of your arm. 

The people let out cries, some yelling that someone was trying to eradicate the King, however, that was not the case, and you knew it. It was directed at you. 

You stood motionless while everyone ran out of the area. You were right in the middle of the hall, wide open for someone to shoot at you again. While you were a bit delirious as the blood rushed out of your arm, you clamped your hand over the wound while your father tried to run to you. The servants held him back while a stranger came to your rescue, gripping your waist with strength and carrying you out of the hall.

Your senses were heightened. You could smell the sweetness of the blossom trees and the sweat from your rescuer’s neck. He felt strong but lean, and his fingers tightened onto you while he ran towards the palace library.

Your breath was uneven; all that was on your mind was the scary smirk on the queen’s snake-like features. That out of everything should be the last thing you should be thinking about as your arm was bleeding heavily. The dark red blood began to stain through the soft purple dress of yours, and the man who saved you set you down softly against the open window. The smell of books and ink broke through your senses, and this almost reminded you of the time when you were younger, running away with a strange boy.

“Who are you?” you stuttered as the pain in your arm worsened, but he didn’t say anything. He was clad in all black, and his hair matched, and you couldn’t see his face clearly while he ripped off a piece of his clothing to tie around your wound. “Excuse me, I asked who you were…” you trailed off while he tightened the cloth around your arm. The lights were dim, and only a few candles were flickering around the room.

“It’s not important.” he breathed sharply, bringing his hand up to his face to wipe away the sweat on his brow. His breathing was also uneven, and he reached out to tuck your hair back behind your ears. “You’re the important one, princess.”

His voice was smooth, but it had a slight rasp to it. He seemed to be tired, yet he carried you out of danger despite his unknown status. You wanted to know who your savior was rather than exposing his identity. You needed to know.

You tried to stand up, but he gripped onto your good arm and sat you back down next to him. “I just want to know the name of my rescuer,” you whispered, peering towards his face. He kept his head low, and his long black hair hid his face well. You reached out to brush the rugged strands away from his face, and he let you. It seemed like he wanted to keep his identity a secret but couldn’t help it when it came to your touch.

Something about the man felt oddly familiar, and his hand found its way to your cheek to wipe away a stray tear you didn’t know fell. You were numb to the pain in your arm as if he had taken it away from you. His skin was as cold as ice, and his eyes seemed unearthly as he peered through your gaze hesitantly. They were dark and deep, and you wished to know the story behind them.

His features were sharp, and his perfect smile added to it. “Are you alright?” he asked, looking thoroughly distressed as if he could feel your pain. 

You couldn’t speak. It was as if he bewitched you under a spell, although there was no way of that ever occurring. There was just an aura about him, almost like a shadow surrounding you. You looked over through the window into the heart of the darkness of the nighttime air, holding onto a stranger that felt strangely close. You nodded in an effort to express how you felt, and he offered a slight smile. 

You looked at your arm. Torn black silk squeezed around your wound, offering you a bit of comfort as it put pressure on the pain. He reached out to you then, gripping onto your uninjured arm. 

Suddenly a bunch of footsteps cascaded around you. “Your highness! Are you in there?” you recognized the voice as one of your servants, and it took you a moment to respond to his cries. Once you did, the man who saved you suddenly stood up in a rush.

“Wait, where are you going?” you reached out to him, but you winced as the pain ran through your arm. He paused with a look of worry for a second, but the minute the library door burst open, he gave you one last look and hopped through the window like a feline.

Your jaw dropped as he just escaped like that, but you wondered why he had to leave that way. You didn’t even know his name. 

“Ah,” you sighed, but you had no time to think once the palace guards and your servant came tumbling through the door. “Your highness,” they yelled for you, but your mind was elsewhere and only thinking about one thing.

Him. 

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ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Ficrec Week 4: Forbidden Love

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Doomed by @ja3hwa

Looking For Star, Looking For Love by @hoonieversed

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Loving the Sun by @thatmultifandomhoe (M)

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Aria by @anyamaris

Daisy for My Love by @/20181024 on AO3 (M)

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[eightmakesonebraincell]

ateez as royals who fall for you (maknae line)

read hyung line here

genre: royalty!ateez x fem!reader, fluff, angst, smut, crack, a brainrot and smutfest of royal tropes

length: 11.3k

c/w: very nsfw scenes - mdni, explicit language (dirty talk, swearing, insults), death, violence, blood & injuries, weapons, heavy & mature themes (sex work, murder, assassination, execution, mentions of misogyny)

a/n: as much as writing royals was tricky, it's kind of 🤢 sad 🤢 to see this au end. that being said nobody ask me for a pt 2 pls i need to recover from the trauma LMAOO and as always, huge thank you to the queen of royal au's herself @sorryimananti-romantic for helping me finish the fic and for teaching me how to make moodboards using something that is *not* word doc :')

san

pov: you're forbidden lovers

“shh,” san hushes you with a teasing curl of his fingers that are buried inside you. “wouldn’t want everyone outside to know what a dirty little slut the princess is, do you?”

his other hand covers your mouth, stifling the breathy moans and desperate whines that escape your lips as you sit in between his legs, naked and pressed back to lean against his chest

there is the sound of water splashing over the edge of the bathtub when san hooks his feet around your inner ankles so that he can spread your legs wider for him

he presses the palm of his hand harshly against your clit and your back arches with a muffled worship of his name

“or maybe you like that,” he teases “you like the idea of people knowing how good i make you feel with my fingers”

san removes his hand from your mouth and lowers it to pinch your nipple, smirking against your neck as you babble incoherently

he coos as he adds yet another finger into you, “imagine that, everyone knows you as the princess who loves being fucked dumb. and by one of her servants, no less” 

all caution is thrown to wind and you drop your head back to lean against his shoulder, mouth lolling open with unrestrained pleads for more, more, faster as he angles his fingers to hit that sweet spot inside of you

“cum, princess” he demands

you grip bruises onto san’s thighs and arms when the pace of his fingers doesn’t relent even after your orgasm has washed over you

his arms tighten around you as his thighs flex to keep you still in his hold

you let out a choked sob from the overstimulation, teetering between pain and pleasure

“give me one more, i know you can do it,” he coaxes

the hand that has been fondling your breasts snakes down to rub your clit

with his fingers knuckle-deep inside of your pussy and his other hand playing relentlessly with your sensitive clit, the scale tips over and your vision blurs as another wave of pleasure hits you, more intense than the first one

“princess?” and then a knock. “are you okay?”

san slowly draws out the remainder of your orgasm with lazy thrusts of his finger into you

you just know he’s enjoying himself when you have to hide the shakiness in your voice to answer back to your maid outside, “everything’s fine. i’ll be done soon”

“soon?” san smirks, lifting you up by the waist to align your folds with his swollen cock. “then we better make this quick”

because you and san do not have the luxury of time, much less the luxury of love

he isn’t just another one of the numerous servants who serve you

he is everything to you despite how taboo it is for a princess and servant to love each other

his insignificance within the palace makes it much easier for him to slip away; for nobody to take notice

but at the same time, his insignificance is the whole reason why you two must be secretive in the first place

you make sure san has safely snuck out of the bathroom before you finally exit the bathtub and stand on unsteady legs

you allow your maids to come in and help you into the elaborate attire you are to wear for the afternoon

your parents have informed you that you are going to have visitors, thus requiring you to look your best

without much time left until the appointed meeting due to your…escapade, you make your way to the great hall, catching a glimpse of san’s dimpled smile from amongst the other body servants and waiting staff in the room

you have only just settled into your seat next to the king and queen when the guard outside the doors announces the arrival of your guests - the monarchs from the neodonian kingdom

schooling your expression to one of neutrality, you watch as they enter

and then you realise it isn’t just the neodonian king and queen who have come to visit

but the prince as well

he is undeniably handsome and pleasing to the eye with his sleekly gelled hair, chiseled features and tall, sturdy build

the young prince catches you looking at him and breaks out into a friendly smile and-

oh

he has dimples too

the king garners everyone’s attention with a clear of his throat, before he welcomes the monarchs

prince jaehyun, you learn his name is

“after much discussion between ourselves and king jeong and queen jeong, we are pleased to announce our desire for closer relations between our kingdoms,” your father starts, booming voice resounding within the hall

you can’t stop yourself from looking over at him as he speaks with purpose, a strange niggling feeling starting to twist your stomach

the tight smile that your mother passes you from your father’s other side does little to settle your nerves

“as such,” the king continues, “we shall look forward to the engagement between my daughter and prince jaehyun”

there is a roaring sound in your ears, as if you have been pushed to stand under a raging waterfall

engagement

the engagement

you

prince jaehyun

the engagement between you and prince jaehyun

it takes everything in your body not to bolt up from your seat

your hands grip the armrests of your seat with a grasp so tight you are certain you will leave a permanent imprint of your agony

instead, you look around frantically for the one person your instincts are screaming for

where is san?

you are afraid to see how much this is going to hurt him

you are desperate to tell him that you had no idea about this

you are aching to press confessions of love and reassurance against his lips

but just like the insignificance of his status, san is nowhere to be seen

over the two years that you and san have been in your secret relationship, he has gained extensive knowledge of which particular tasks allow him a greater chance of seeing you, which corridors reach you the quickest, and which times during your schedule you have a break

never would you have thought he would use this knowledge to avoid you

it continues like that for the weeks following the announcement

you have no choice but to spend time with your future fiance when your father tells you very clearly to “ensure the prince feels at home”

prince jaehyun is warm and you find yourself getting along with him like you two are friends, but that is it - there are no sparks brighter than friendship

when you spend time with him, you cannot help but compare him to san; san would’ve said this, san would’ve done that, san, san, san

jaehyun engages you in conversation, easily filling in the gaps and lulls with little comments here and there, equipped with a charming laugh and deep dimples

but it only reminds you of san’s dimples and crescent eyes when you two would race through corridors, fingers tightly interwoven as you both run away to a secluded area with hushed giggles

jaehyun points out that neither of you like mushrooms during a dinner and helps nudge the servings on both of your plates to one side

the smile as you say “thank you” does not fully grace your lips because you think about san, who boasts that he will eat all the mushrooms in the world so that you never have to lay eyes on one ever again

jaehyun offers a soft yet sturdy hand to help you down the stairs or when he notices you are walking in heels across an uneven surface

your body recalls san’s rough, calloused hands that leave a trail of goosebumps wherever they touch your bare skin as he worships your body all night long

jaehyun is handsome and he is kind, but he is not san

the night before the king officially announces your engagement with prince jaehyun arrives

and still, you have not had a moment alone with san since he disappeared during that first announcement in the great hall

hurt and longing consume you to the very core

some days it is manageable, a concealed yet incessant thought, like a sticker stuck to the sole of your shoe

other days it wraps around your soul completely like a constrictor tightening as it slowly squeezes the life out of its prey

but you know that you cannot be selfish

what you feel, san feels with an intensity multiplied several times

after all, you are not the one who must stand in the shadows as the love of your life becomes engaged to somebody else, powerless to do anything but watch and poison your own smile with lies

you are lying on your bed when a quick, sharp knock sounds on your bedroom doors

you make no move to acknowledge your visitor, having told your maids very clearly you did not want to be disturbed tonight

your last night as yourself before you become prince jaehyun’s fiance

but then the knocks come a little more urgent, a little more frantic, just like your heartbeat does as it starts to speed up in anticipation

you hold your breath as you hurry to pull open the doors-

and there he is

“san-”

he swallows the rest of your words in a desperate kiss, his hands coming up to cradle your jaw as he walks you backwards so that he can step into your room

he tilts your head and slots his lips against yours again while he nudges your door closed with his foot

it isn’t until you let out a whine as his tongue swipes over your bottom lip that he pulls back to finally look at you, both of his thumbs caressing your cheekbones

you grip the front of his linen shirt, afraid that he will disappear as soon as you let go

“san, i- i had no idea, i didn’t agree to any of this”

he shushes you gently, a painful smile adorning his handsome face

“i know. i know, so please don’t cry, love,” he murmurs softly

you don’t even realise the weeks of suppressed emotions have started making their way down your face in salty trails until san uses the back of his fingers to tenderly brush them away

“i’m getting engaged tomorrow, san,” your voice breaks as reality settles in

you are so afraid

you are so lost

above all, you are so in love with san

“i know,” he reassures again, “but until tomorrow, you are still mine”

and so you spend your last night together

time has always been precious; conversations, kisses and touches rushed and with fervour

but tonight, san takes his time with you

he lays on your bed with you cradled on top of him, limbs tangled together as he savours the taste of your lips against his

he turns you onto your back as he slowly undresses you, leaving tattoos of his love each time he bares another part of your body

he pleasures you with his fingers whilst whispering into your ears, creating a harmony with his praises and the melodious moans that leave your lips

and as he brings you both to your highs numerous times throughout the night like an ingrained dance routine, it is accompanied with confessions of i love you

san holds you against his chest under your blankets so tightly that you cannot tell where your body ends and his body starts

before you drift off, safe and protected in his arms, he murmurs against your temple, “no matter what happens tomorrow, no matter what happens in the future, my heart will always be yours”

“as will mine”

you wake up the next morning to an empty bed and an equally empty heart

restless and drowning in a mix of emotions, you pace the empty corridors of the guest bedchambers

which is where jaehyun finds you as he exits his room

he is surprised but is quick to greet you kindly, “good morning, princess. what are you doing here?”

you pause mid-step

what are you doing?

“prince jaehyun,” you let the words come out of you before you can regret them. “can we talk for a moment?”

he nods, entering his room again as he pulls the door open wider for you to follow

jaehyun closes the door and then offers you a seat on his sofa, before pulling up his own chair and settling a respectful distance away from you

“i hope you don’t feel uncomfortable in my room,” he explains, “i thought that we would be less likely to be disturbed in here…considering most people know of our engagement today”

“actually, i wanted to talk to you about that”

“go on,” he encourages you with a dimpled smile

you take a deep breath

“i’m sorry,” you blurt out

and then you are admitting to the prince that he is lovely and charming and caring, but you just don’t see it working out with him

you don’t want to get engaged with him

because your heart already belongs to somebody else

“good”

“i’m so sorry, i should have been honest with you from the start but- wait, what?” you look up from where you have been nervously picking at your cuticles

jaehyun is smiling at you - a genuine smile that you did not know he had

“i’m actually relieved to hear that, princess,” he admits. “because i…also have someone that i love back home”

and for the first time, you and jaehyun truly see each other in the same light

“who is it?” he asks

“his name is san,” and then you add on, “he has dimples just like you do” 

you ask him the same question

you see the way jaehyun’s expression softens with love from just the mere thought of the other

it makes you wonder whether you have the same look on your face when you mention san

jaehyun jokes, “want to be the one who tells your father we’re calling off the engagement? i don’t fancy getting executed today”

but despite what he says, mere hours later, when you are both standing in the great hall before your parents - the kings and queens of both your kingdoms - he is the one to speak up

“your majesty, we have decided to part ways peacefully and would not like to proceed with the engagement. our kingdom will always be your ally, regardless of marital relations or not”

“what?” you see veins starting to appear across the king’s forehead as he tries to maintain his temper, but the queen and the jeong monarchs seem to be taking the news much better

disappointed, perhaps, but understanding

the queen leans closer to remind the king that they had all agreed to this engagement on the terms that the decision would ultimately be yours and jaehyun’s

you suddenly speak up because this may be the only time you have the courage to

“i have one more thing to say,” you declare. “i revoke my noble status and thus declare nullified all the privileges, rules and traditions that come with nobility. i have someone i love and i wish to marry them as myself, not as the kingdom’s princess”

the king roars furiously, “that is enough! leave!” and he slams his hand against the throne’s armrest

shocked and betrayed by your father’s reaction, you rush out of the great hall with tears welling in your eyes

only to run straight into the waiting arms of san

“oh, princess,” he murmurs against the crown of your head as he engulfs you in his embrace

he doesn’t have to say anything for you to realise that he has heard the whole conversation

but you do not care about anything anymore

you are where you want to be, held by who you want to be with

“how are you here?” you sniffle

“jaehyun approached me earlier. i thought i was going to get beat up,” san’s attempt to make you smile is successful

when you lift your head up to look at him, you realise his eyes are wet as well

then you feel his body stiffen as his eyes shift to focus on something behind you

someone

he immediately steps away from you, bowing deeply as he greets the queen

you turn around to see her face adorning an endearing smile

“it’s fine, sannie,” she says, and you are not sure whether you and san are more surprised by the fact that she knows him by name or by the affectionate nickname she has used

“i’ll, uh, leave you two to talk,” he flusters

she thanks him with a teasing remark, “i won’t keep her away from you for very long”

san waits further down the corridor, back turned to give you two a moment of privacy

and then she is stroking your hair affectionately

“i am so proud of you. you’ve grown up so well and you are so brave,” she says

you don’t understand

you ask, “why aren’t you angry?”

“oh, baby,” she fondly runs her fingers through your hair, just like she used to when you were younger. “before my duties as the queen to my people, i am the mother to my daughter. i love you and all i want is for you to be happy”

your lips tremble with emotion as your mother pulls you into a hug

“does sannie make you happy, dear?”

you nod, “the happiest”

“then that is all i want. now go,” she takes a hold of your shoulders and gently turns you in the direction of san. “i’ll talk to your father”

with one last encouraging squeeze, you race down the corridor towards san

he hears your footsteps and has already turned around with open arms waiting to catch you

you hear him let out an oomph! with how hard you throw yourself into him, but he is then swaying your bodies side to side

san pulls back slightly with an incredulous look. “does this mean we can be together? together together?” 

“i goddamn hope so because i gave up my princess privileges for you. no more carriages, no more assorted sweet delicacies, no more daily massages-” you fold down your fingers as you continue listing things off

he cuts you off with a tickle to your sides as he says, “that’s easy to sort out”

“first, you’ll still be my princess,” he unfurls one of your fingers so it stands upright again

“second, i’ll carry you myself so that you never need to use your feet again,” he unfurls another finger

“i’ll give you a treat whenever you want,” he kisses your lips, nibbling on your bottom lip with a teasing tug

“and, dear princess,” he pulls you flush against his body and you have to steady yourself on his chest to avoid tripping over, “i can give you hourly massages…”

smirking, he starts to lower his head to suck pretty marks onto your neck as he whispers in a low voice, “...if you can keep up”

mingi

pov: you're the prince's maid

for what you are about to do, you could very well be executed should somebody catch you

but desperate times call for desperate measures

and there’s no guarantee that you and all the other staff will not be executed anyway…

not with what has just happened in the palace

you push the door closed behind you with a soft click, using the brief changeover of guards to slip inside the bedroom of the youngest prince, unnoticed

you call out softly but urgently, “prince mingi”

when you hear him groggily murmur, starting to bubble towards the surface of consciousness, you dare to give his shoulder a rough shake

“prince mingi, please wake up”

his eyes flutter open, confusion starting to clear the fogginess in his head as he struggles to comprehend the sight of your face hovering inches from his, deep into the hours of the night

“w-what’s going on?” he clears his husky voice, “are you okay?”

you wish you could reach out and smooth the wrinkles of concern from his forehead

reassure him that everything will be okay until he falls back asleep

but there is no time

“the crown prince is dead and we must leave. now.”

the effect is immediate, like you have just driven a knife into his chest

although you suppose it must not feel very different for prince mingi right now

“the crown prince is d-” the word tastes vile on his tongue, so he asks after his second oldest brother instead. “what about prince eun?”

you must drive the knife into him once more

“he was the one who murdered the crown prince, but he has framed you for the murder. there is no time, prince mingi, we must leave now”

“the court will find me innocent,” yet he lets you tug him out of his bed

you hastily help prince mingi into a dark brown robe while you shake your head, “not when your inscribed sword is currently covered in the crown prince’s blood. we do not know who is secretly working for prince eun. until we know for sure, we do not stand a chance of clearing your name”

he knows that you’re right, even if his heart is hoping that you are wrong

the prince slides his hand into the gap between his bed and wall, pulling out a spare sword and wrapping the belt around his waist

eyes sweeping across his chamber one final time, he locks eyes with you grimly before turning to flee

you follow the prince through a back passageway - it’s not entirely a secret and it won’t be long before the royal guards come for the prince, discover his empty bedroom and give chase

but it is long enough to give you two a head start

he helps you up onto the back of his personal horse before he swings himself up easily onto the saddle behind you

with a nudge of his feet, the prince sends the horse into a gallop

you startle with a yelp, having never ridden a horse before, much less one at this pace

prince mingi presses himself a little closer to you and slots his chest against your back as he leans forward to guide your hands to hold the reins with his

“here,” he murmurs, “just follow me”

he shifts one hand to settle on your waist, guiding your body into a comfortable rhythm that dances in sync with the horse’s movements and his own

when he’s sure you’ve gotten the hang of it, the prince places his hand back on the reins, yet he stays close, keeping you safely encased within his arms to prevent you from falling off

you’re not sure how long you two ride for

but at some point the prince slows the horse to a canter

with the slower sway of the steed, the steady clack of hooves against the forest floor, and the warmth of the prince around you, you drift off to his whispered, “sleep, i’ve got you”

you wake up to find yourself on a scratchy pile of leaves

the events of last night piece themselves together when you spot prince mingi, still adorning his deep blue silk pajamas, leaning against a tree a few feet away

it would have been a sight to see if not for the fact that-

“what are we going to do now?” you sit up, and the prince’s robe, you now register, falls from around your body

the prince gives you a warm smile as you rub the sleep from your eyes with fisted hands

“we’ll head into halsburg. the town is small enough the news should not have traveled that far yet. we’ll replenish some supplies and go from there”

it’s unspoken

the fact that there is no solid plan from there

even if the two of you have managed to escape the royal guards, for how long can you two run?

plus, it will be impossibly difficult to find evidence while on the run, when the answers are within the castle walls themselves

but you push those thoughts aside as you two enter halsburg, the prince’s hood pulled up over his face

you do the bulk of the purchases, less likely to be recognised by the townspeople

it’s mainly food and water for yourself, the prince, and his horse, and a simple tunic to replace his royal pajamas - something you have been teasing him about since you woke up

later that night, hours away from the outskirts of halsburg, you two settle for a couple hours of rest

a small fire crackles away to the song of the cicadas, an occasional pop as the licks of flames cast shadows across your faces

you glance at the prince sitting across from you, who is idly fiddling with his pajama top

specifically, the royal crest of the song family embroidered onto its front pocket

your heart clenches painfully, knowing the death of a family member is hard enough to process without the additional weight of being framed for murder, much less by your own brother who is the real culprit

“prince mingi…” you start, voice low

he glances up at you, eyes softening as he curves his lips up into a small smile, “i’m okay.”

you hesitate for a split second before letting the clench in your gut pull you to your feet, and you shuffle to settle back down in front of the fire, except this time beside the prince

all the while his eyes never leave you, not even when you nudge his shoulder softly and say,

“you don’t have to be strong. not in front of me…”

and he knows

because despite the differences in your social statuses, you are the person he trusts the most

you, the girl who used to trip over the lengths of his robes that you carried, now a woman who holds herself righteously and bravely

you, who chose to risk your own life from the moment you woke him up in his chambers

you, who is still risking your life to flee with him

“only if you stop calling me prince,” he jokingly nudges you back, attempting to make the atmosphere lighter despite the wetness that is starting to paint his eyes. “with you, i am just mingi”

“okay, prince mingi,” you tease

yet, you still extend a hand out to him, palm upturned in a silent invitation for comfort should he wish to seek it, because you can tell that he isn’t quite ready to seek it verbally

mingi laces his larger fingers through yours, tucking your interlocked hands closer to his body as he draws his knees up so that he can rest his chin upon them

mingi thinks that he feels numb more than anything, but he finds he isn’t as surprised as one would expect him to be

perhaps he always knew of his middle brother’s thirst for the throne 

he just never thought it would be enough to spill blood

for now though, he lets himself be distracted by your thumb tracing mindless patterns against his knuckles

he lets himself relish in the heat radiating from your side that seems to warm him from inside out, even as the embers of the fire slowly lose their glow and die out with the darkening night

the days start to repeat themselves

you two cover as much distance as you can while sparing what time you can afford for yourselves and mingi’s horse to rest

mingi has decided to travel to prince yunho's kingdom, an old and trusted ally who may be able to provide you two with protection while he pulls strings to fight back against prince eun

from his calculations, the journey will take at least another two weeks

and although mingi doesn’t tell you this, deep down he does not know whether you two have two weeks left

the threat of the royal guards catching up hangs over the two of you like a hangman’s noose

neither of you have brought up that night by the fire either

but something has definitely changed in the way you seek comfort and reassurance in each other

as if so long as you have each other, everything will be alright in the end

when you feel him tremble as he sleeps curled around you, restless from a plaguing nightmare, you hush sweet nothings and brush his locks away from his forehead until his breathing steadies out again

and when you’re seated on the saddle in front of him, you now having long grown accustomed to horse riding, he still finds himself resting a comforting hand on you somewhere - your hips, thigh or over your own hand

sometimes when he is laughing softly with you, your arms brushing against each other, you imagine a different story; one where you are worthy of loving him

sometimes when you are tucked into his chest, small exhales escaping your open lips as you sleep, mingi imagines a different story; one where he is able to love you freely

because despite the blood running through his veins that has ultimately led to his downfall, you still look at him as though he has placed the stars in the very sky that you two have spent countless nights under

and although he knows the reality is that he cannot, he tries to write his own story, even if just for tonight

you are lying in his arms, legs tangled together, when the question comes tumbling out of his lips

“will you stay with me, forever?”

he feels you still in his embrace, before you’re pulling back a little to look at him with a chuckle

“you should be asking a princess that, prince mingi, not somebody like me”

“you are a princess in my eyes”

you can’t help the endearing look that crosses over your face as you lightly tap his nose, “you know that is not how it works”

“then we can run away. for i am already as good as dead to my kingdom,” he tells you with boyish determination

“you cannot, mingi. your people need a good prince”

“but what prince would i be if i cannot even boldly love you? the person who is dearest to me?”

under his sincere gaze and the weight of his words, you allow him this moment of solace

because perhaps, you want it just as much as he does

“okay, i’ll be your princess,” you breathe out

“forever?”

“forever”

that night, it is just you and mingi - no titles that separate your world from his, no looming threat of death - just two people in love

even as an uneasy pit settles at the bottom of mingi’s stomach, a growing feeling that gnaws away at him into the early hours of the next morning

he is startled awake, your expression frightened, and he immediately understands when he hears the thunderous chorus of hooves hitting the ground towards you two

mingi had known there was not much time left, but he did not think that the inevitable confrontation would happen this soon, only mere hours after the soft kiss he had pressed against your forehead

the desperate attempt to escape once more is futile, the royal guards closing the distance within minutes

left with no choice but to stop, you and mingi demount and the guards move to flank you both in a wide semicircle

when the head of the guards, prince eun, saunters forward, mingi matches with a stride of his own so that he can step in front of you

“you killed the crown prince, eun,” mingi spits at his brother

“running and denying your actions up until your very last moments, i see,” prince eun laughs condescendingly. “and you even took a little dog with you, too”

mingi presses you closer to his back, hiding you from the leering gaze of his brother

prince eun smiles smugly at mingi’s reaction, before he takes out a scroll and unravels it

“for high treason of the assassination of the crown prince, the king hereby decrees the immediate revocation of nobility of his third son, song mingi, and for the execution of song mingi and his maid upon sighting.”

you press your nose into mingi’s back, taking one last inhale of his familiar scent

the bowmen all take aim as prince eun sneers, “any last words, brother?”

mingi turns around, and all you can see in that moment are his warm eyes and dimpled cheeks

“i love you, my princess,” he proclaims

“forever,” you reply

he brings his lips down to connect them with yours, drowning out the distinct vibration of loosening strings and the hiss of flying arrows with the roaring symphony in your hearts

you’re unsure what pain swallows you whole first - the pain as an arrowhead sinks into your chest, or the pain as you realise that this is the end of your short-lived love with mingi

you struggle to keep the smile on your face as you lock eyes with mingi, trying to memorise the loving gaze that adorns his own face

you see his mouth moving, but the pain exploding throughout your body is too loud for you to make out his words

with your last breath, you gasp out your final confession, “i love you too, mingi. we’ll meet again in the next life”

as the world starts to fade away, cold creeping into your limbs, you hope that in another story, in another lifetime, you and mingi will be able to find each other again

wooyoung

pov: you're the princess of a rival kingdom

“absolutely not, advisor lee,” your mother raises her nose in the air

“your highness, i understand but-”

“oh please, do not flatter yourself, queen cho,” queen jung spits out, “you are not the only one who abhors the idea”

you glare at the prince sitting across from you, your own gazes reflecting the tension in the room

advisor lee has suggested that your family and the jung family host a joint royal ball as a grand display of amity between the two neighbouring kingdoms, particularly between the princess - yourself - and their prince - prince wooyoung

there have been spreading rumours in town of the strained relationship between the two royal families

which aren’t entirely untrue

as a child, the two kingdoms have been loyal and steadfast in their alliance and friendship

in fact, it is not uncommon to find you joining prince wooyoung in his kitchen, begging the chefs to let you two lick the spoons

or to find prince wooyoung squatting next to you in your garden as you both look at the ladybugs

but as power imbalances emerge and political agendas start to diverge, a wedge is driven between your families

the relation is now dangerously close to severing completely, but not without the increasing attention of the towns surrounding the two kingdoms

and one of the last things both royal families need is unease and disunity amongst the commoners

which brings advisor lee to look on with exasperation as he tries to do his job - advise

except neither your mother nor queen jung look ready to accept his advice

your father nods slightly at the two of you, “you are dismissed, as are you, prince wooyoung”

you curtsy as the prince takes a slight bow, before you obnoxiously flick your hair over your shoulder and turn away on your heels

you escape to the garden, knowing that the meeting will take at least another hour before you are required to bid the jung family farewell

except, surprise surprise

who do you run into

you narrow your eyes at prince wooyoung as he steps towards you, who has one eyebrow quirked, “a royal ball, he says?”

“absolutely not,” you fold your arms across your chest

“oh please, do not flatter yourself, princess,” he sneers, not dissimilar to the nasally tone his mother had voiced her dissatisfaction earlier with

neither of you back down, daring the other to say something else

before you two break out into giggles, eyes glittering scandalously

“did you see your mother deliberately pass the salt instead of sugar for the tea?”

“and then the face my mother made when she took a sip of it-”

he pulls you to crouch behind an azalea bush as you both chortle like children, out of sight, before he brings you in for a dizzying kiss 

you sigh, resting a hand on his chest

“do you also abhor the idea of dancing with me, prince wooyoung?” a teasing lilt in your voice

“absolutely,” he nods grimly, “why go to all that effort when there is a much grander and longer-lasting solution?”

“and what is that, my prince?”

he sneaks another chaste kiss from your lips, “for me to take your hand in marriage, my princess”

at his words, your smile dampens

“you know that i would say yes in a heartbeat. it is not i who needs convincing, but our parents”

because despite the growing hostility between your two families, the relationship you share with wooyoung has, ironically, blossomed into one of well-concealed adoration, intimacy and love

you two have come to learn that that one slightly lighter stone on the western side of your kingdom’s outer walls comes loose, and is the perfect size for slipping a piece of paper behind it

you two have also come to learn that every fourth week, if you ask your personal tutor enough questions about the plants laid out on the store’s table in front of you during your scheduled lesson in town, you’ll be able to drag it out long enough for you both to just catch a glimpse of each other as he and his escorts cut through the town on their way back to his kingdom

and of course, you two have come to learn the most isolated spots in your own respective kingdoms, like the second stairwell leading down to the cellar in wooyoung’s palace

and amongst the azalea bushes in the back garden in yours

which is exactly how you knew that he would appear, how you knew that he would give you those sweet kisses you have been craving so desperately 

as wooyoung cups your jaw to kiss you once more, one that leaves you wanting to chase his lips forever, he bets you that it’ll only take two weeks of close-quarter meetings between your royal families before one of your mothers blow up and the ball idea falls through completely

in response, you bet him that they won’t even last two weeks - one at the most

except you’re both wrong

the meeting turns into two, followed by several more as the planning goes ahead

sometimes, the meetings are held in the jung palace

other times, their family journeys to your kingdom instead

one thing that stays constant is the malevolence in the air

the parents are sarcastic snipes and saccharine smiles

and on the surface, you and wooyoung are further extensions of your own parents’ simmering loathing for the other

but under the intricately-carved wooden table, you two are playing footsies, jeweled heels and leather shoes engaged in a playful fight

you see how many times you can slide your heels up along his shin, gradually inching closer towards his inner thigh with each coquettish touch

he has you pass him anything and everything under the guise of forgoing the help of the numerous royal butlers and maids around the room to deliberately irritate you

really, it is to accidentally brush his fingers over your hands; to see the pretty shade of rose that settles over your cheeks and ears as you both try not to break out into giggles

and perhaps, during the meals that may take place during the meetings, there have been a couple of peas flicked at each other here and there when no one is paying attention

(unbeknownst to you two, the maids and butlers alike must hide their own endearing smiles)

the weeks turn into months and you practically have a permanent glow radiating from you, now that you have been seeing the prince so frequently

(which also does not go unnoticed)

as you select a necklace from the assortment of choices to emphasise the plunging neckline of your off-shoulder gown, you wonder how the day of the royal ball has arrived so quickly

your personal maid, jihye, carefully fixes the clasp of the necklace around you before stepping back to let you look in the mirror

you smooth a hand over the soft lavender charmeuse of your dress, nervously looking at jihye

“how do i look?”

“stunning, my princess,” she assures you, before adding, “prince wooyoung will definitely love it”

“prin- he- what? i- sorry?” you say unintelligibly, before you try to salvage the situation by tucking a lock of hair behind your ear as you laugh her off

but jihye just looks at you knowingly

meanwhile, prince wooyoung is already at the grand hall, the jung family having arrived two days prior for the final preparations of the ball

he and his friends, princes from kingdoms located further up north and towards the east, are lingering around one of the tables decorated with flower arrangements and elaborate candle holders, ignoring the longing glances of other attendees, women and men alike, thrown at their striking posse

wooyoung is trying to keep his gaze subtle, scanning the vast number of people at the ball without craning or turning his head, searching for one particular face

yours

prince yeosang nudges the others, jerking his chin to motion towards the distracted wooyoung

when wooyoung finally realises he isn’t as subtle as he thinks, all his friends are already looking at him with varying degrees of smirks

“just know that if there were not so many people here,” wooyoung begins with a pleasant smile, “i would flip you all off right now”

before he can try stepping on his friends’ toes in the form of petty revenge, prince seonghwa points towards the entrance as his smile grows impossibly wider

“look”

wooyoung turns around

and like any typical man who is head over heels in love, the world around him slows down

the gushing whispers spreading throughout the ballroom fade into the background

because finally, there you are, gracefully stepping past the threshold of the arched doorway in all your alluring beauty, accentuated by the way your curled locks and flowing gown frame your body

for the briefest moment, you lock eyes with him, and wooyoung feels his brain shutting down on him

“you’re going to catch a fly in your mouth, woo”

“pick up your jaw. it’s on the ground”

prince yunho pretends to dab wooyoung’s mouth with the ruffled sleeves of his cream shirt, “you’re drooling, darling”

at that, wooyoung smacks his lips dazedly before coming to a moment of realisation, blinking hard twice to bring himself back to reality

“god, you’re hopeless. just go up and talk to her,” prince hongjoong snickers. “the whole point of this ball is to show off how ‘close’ your families are anyway”

wooyoung grumbles that he knows, he’s just looking for the right timing

which, unfortunately, does not seem to come

you spend what feels like the next two hours being whisked around, feigning polite interest as you are forced to engage in dull and bland conversations with numerous men of differing royal statuses, all of whom are no doubt trying to make an impression on you in hopes of becoming a potential suitor in the future

not that you have eyes for anyone apart from the one who already has your heart

the very same person who is currently fed up with watching you converse and let your hands be kissed by men who are not him

even if he knows you are pretending, he thinks that you sure are damn good at giggling at all the right times

you are trying not to let your smile turn into a grimace as the older-aged man, lord ryu you think, boasts of his wealth to you, when wooyoung enters your peripheral vision

“princess, lord ryu,” he greets you both, before looking down at the latter, “pardon me as i take the princess for a dance”

lord ryu, visibly irked but unable to say anything to the prince of significantly higher status, lets go of your hand to step back into a bow, “of course, prince wooyoung”

you giggle, this time genuinely, as wooyoung takes your hand to gently lead you towards the center of the ballroom, where several others are starting to waltz to the soft music that is now playing

you rest a hand just below his shoulder, feeling the sturdiness of his muscles flexing beneath his shirt, as he places his other hand to settle on the dip of your waist

a little possessively, you might add

“you look beautiful today,” he murmurs lowly, away from any prying ears

“only today?” you quirk an eyebrow teasingly

his voice drops down an octave, “well it’s not every day that i can tell you, princess”

wooyoung’s eyes flicker down hungrily to look at your lips

you run your tongue slowly over your bottom lip, knowing it will drive him absolutely crazy that he cannot just take you right there and then in front of everybody

and you can see the moment his resolve snaps

“meet me for some fresh air in ten,” bringing his lips as close to the shell of your ear as he dares

and then he’s gone

you become progressively antsy as you wait out a generous amount of time after he leaves for you to also slip away from the ballroom

wooyoung pins you against a pillar as soon as you emerge in the garden, aching to kiss you and fight for dominance until you’re both breathless and light-headed

“you don’t know how desperately i wanted to kiss you in front of everyone - let the whole world know that you’re mine,” he nips at your bottom lip

you rest your hands on his chest, fingers curled around the pleated front of his satin shirt to hold yourself steady as he turns your lips into an artwork of swollen cherry reds

he tilts your head back a little more, your mouths moving in tandem, soft moans drawn out of you, when-

“what in god’s name is going on?”

you and wooyoung startle apart at the shriek

the blush dusting your faces pale almost immediately at the sight of not just your mother, but also queen jung and a few of the royal staff

it’s kind of amusing that of all things for the two queens to have the same mindset about, it is the discovery of you and wooyoung’s secret relationship that unites them, both sharing twin expressions of horror and revulsion

you’re ripped from each other’s arms as you are forced back into the confines of your bed chamber, royal ball long forgotten

your only solace is learned later that night, when jihye brings a trolley of food you have no appetite for, that the jung family have not yet returned to their kingdom

they are still in your palace somewhere

yet that does little to soothe your tears, overwhelmed by the drastic turn of events, and you do not know when you fall asleep that night

all you know is that it is to a bed too cold and a longing in your heart too gaping to ignore

“princess,” you look up to see jihye standing at your door the next morning, almost apologetic, “the king and queen request for your presence in the throne room”

as you approach the room after tidying your appearance, your breath hitches when you spot him just by the double doors

you barrel forwards into his waiting arms, uncaring of the staff following behind you

not that they have the heart to stop you either way

“i thought you would have been forced to leave,” you blurt, unable to believe that wooyoung is right in front of you

“i’m still here,” he chuckles. “i have been summoned by your parents”

your heart drops down to your stomach at his words as you realise what this meeting is about

“and i am glad they did, princess,” wooyoung is quick to interject before your apology makes it past the tip of your tongue. “i am going to ask for your hand in marriage. officially”

“what if they banish us from ever seeing each other again?” worry overwhelms you as your breathing quickens

wooyoung gently laces his fingers through yours, bringing up his other hand to cup your face and run his thumb comfortingly over the curve of your cheekbone to keep you grounded

“no matter what happens today, no matter what the outcome is,” he looks at you with the fierce determination of a man ready to give up anything and everything for your sake, “i will never ever stop fighting for you”

he presses his soft lips against yours

“for us,” he vows

your breathing evens out, and while your heartbeat still pounds inside your ribcage, you know that it marches in rhythm with the man in front of you

this time, not afraid to appear in front of the rulers of your kingdoms - your parents - you and wooyoung nod in reassurance at each other once more, hand in hand, before you both push the doors to the throne room open

together.

jongho

pov: you're under his protection as your royal guard

over the din of volunteered names in the meeting room, jongho steps forward

“your majesty, i will accompany the princess,” he declares

“choi jongho?” your father scans him up and down with regard before nodding in approval, “it is decided then”

“him? surely i need another person with me as well?” you protest

your father quirks an eyebrow at you, a subtle reminder that whilst he is your father, he is also the king

“no, you will need to travel in disguise and stay as discreet as possible. only jongho will accompany you as your royal guard”

your father looks away and starts to address the next item on the meeting agenda; it is quite clear there is no room for argument

meanwhile, jongho sidles up to you

“you trying to catch bugs or something? close your mouth, princess,” he teases under his breath

you nudge him with an elbow, “you’re the only bug i see around here”

he rolls his eyes but you both snicker in unison when one of your older sisters turns around to shush you with a dirty look

regardless, you stay silent for the rest of the meeting

you’re not sure why jongho stepped forward to take on this task

because for someone who is your main royal guard and is supposed to be loyal and obedient, he sure makes it clear that his job is about as gratifying as babysitting

(“you can’t talk to me like that. i’m the princess”)

(“no, you’re not. you’re an idiot”)

in fact, when you had been notified a few days prior that you would be traveling with one other royal guard - who had yet to be decided at the time - jongho had spent every single day gloating that he would finally get a break from babysitting you

and yet here he is

with the opportunity to hand you off to somebody else

but instead, baring his teeth at the other guards who offer themselves up for this scouting mission

he would never admit to it either, but jongho personally spoke to the king years ago about being rostered on as your main bodyguard since he’s “known the princess for the longest and so i can protect her the best”

you don’t want to travel to the border

you’re in charge of maintaining security and defense along your borders and with neighbouring kingdoms, usually dealing with complications remotely through the ministers and advisors who work for you

this time though, there has been recent unrest near the southern borders of your kingdom near denport, a city notorious for bandits and fugitives

the situation has worsened with increased risk of bloodshed, thus has the need for you to survey the borders in person

and as the youngest sibling of five, the king has made it very clear that this is your opportunity to prove your capabilities

jongho makes sure to remind you of this fact when you grumble your way through packing a satchel of essential items to take with you

(“your fluffy slippers are not essential, princess”)

(you listen and throw them back onto the floor of your bedchambers, but stuff in a few paperweights when he isn’t looking out of petty revenge because you know he’ll end up carrying your bag for you later when you ask him to)

it’s a relatively long journey to denport, so as soon as you are ready, jongho having long finished packing his own bag, you leave your kingdom with him at your side

by the time the sun is starting to set later that day, you’re passing through a small town

he suggests calling it a night and recuperating at one of the inns

you wait while he inquires about available rooms and then follow him through a small alleyway to the inn that he has chosen for the night

you take all but one look at the rotting wood and creaking sign at the entrance before you are crossing your arms like a petulant child

“there’s no way i’m staying the night in this sorry excuse of an inn”

he merely blinks

“you’re technically not the princess right now so you better listen to me or god help me, i’ll-”

“you’ll what,” you challenge, nose-to-nose

or nose-to-throat, you suppose

but before you can dwell any further on your height difference, jongho picks you up, slings you over his shoulder like you are nothing more than a sack of potatoes, and walks into the inn without a care in the world that you are screaming bloody murder

you resign to your fate and flop uselessly against his back as he carries you up the stairs

instead, when he throws you onto the bed upon entering the room, you look up at him sultrily and smirk, “ooh, now i’m turned on”

jongho shakes his head with exasperation but you don’t miss the redness that is creeping up the back of his neck as he turns around to close the door shut

“wait,” you sit up on the bed, “we’re sharing a room?”

“it’s safer. i’ll sleep on the sofa”

you scrunch your nose at the arrangement, but you do admittedly feel a little more at ease in the unfamiliar room of the inn

you start to take a shoe off before a thought flits through your mind and you point the shoe in your hand at him like a weapon, “you better not snore”

jongho rolls his eyes as he steps forward to take the shoe out of your hand, and then he is bending down to help slip off the shoe from your other foot

a thank you lies on the tip of your tongue

“you’re the only snorer in this room, princess”

nevermind.

it’s gone.

you’re settled in bed, waiting for jongho to finish washing up and turn off the lights, when you spot it

holy shit

your immediate reaction is to seek his protection

“jongho!”

the door to the bathroom swings open almost immediately as he rushes out, eyes alarmed, alert, and zeroing onto you

water drips off the ends of his hair and you can still spot suds on his exposed torso

“what’s wrong? are you okay? are you hurt?” his voice is laced with restrained panic

you point to the corner of the room and then he sees it too

his body stiffens completely

because, mere metres from the two of you, presence sinister and dangerous…

is a fucking spider

all is quiet and still for a while, your eyes flickering back and forth between your royal guard and the spider in a tense standoff

then, just as you are about to speak up, jongho grabs his bag and swiftly turns on his heels to head towards the room’s door

“where are you going?!” you shriek

he looks at you forlornly from over his shoulder, “to prepare for my execution”

“what the fuck are you on about, jongho?”

“for abandoning my duties and failing to protect you. farewell, princess. you are on your own from here-”

his sentence is cut short as the spider scuttles towards him

and that is how you two, disguised, but still a royal princess and royal guard no less, are given an eviction warning because he streaked through the corridors of the inn half naked and screaming at the top of his lungs

needless to say, the innkeeper ends up having to remove the spider for the two of you

“you’re so embarrassing,” you whisper to him once you two are finally settled in bed and on the sofa

“no, i’m jongho,” he cackles

you don’t humour him with a response, but you know he snickers himself to sleep that night

you can’t help but let the corner of your lips tug up as well

a few days later after leaving the town, you two are resting side by side against a tree trunk when you decide to grace jongho with the opportunity to redeem himself

he’s currently halving a sandwich so you two can share

“if i were trapped in a forest full of spiders and you were the only person who could save me,” you ask gravely, “what would you do?”

without missing a beat, he replies, “prepare to grieve your death and make sure your pet cat is well fed in your honour”

he passes you the bigger sandwich as you turn to look at him with the most scandalised expression

“can you at least pretend to think for a bit?” you grumble

there’s a hint of a smile on jongho’s face when he apologises, “okay, sorry. ask me again”

you hit him with a different scenario this time

“if you had to fight a giant spider who had taken me hostage, what would you do?”

he hums thoughtfully for a few seconds, unscrewing a canteen of water for you and placing it by your side

“i would say, she is all yours, your spidery majesty, and then i would bow and walk away”

“fuck you,” you shove him good-naturedly with your shoulder

he swipes the canteen before you can knock it over and presses it into your smaller hand instead, giving it a quick pat as he dismisses your insult, “sure, if you think you can handle my dick”

“like they say,” you waggle your eyebrows at him as your voice drops down lower, “practice makes perfect”

jongho’s stoic facade finally cracks when you lean in closer and he hurries to stand up and put some distance between you and him

he shifts his legs subtly, clearing his throat to say, “we should go, denport is close”

when you’ve finished off the last of your sandwich, you dust off your fingers and grab jongho’s offered hand to stand up too

“let’s go”

one thing you have both noticed is that the closer you get to the border between your kingdom and denport, the quieter and thicker the atmosphere seems to get

the small towns you pass through have less people roaming around; in fact, most people seem to flee back into the refuge of their own houses, locking their doors and closing their windows when they catch sight of your pair

and then it happens

your plan goes awry

you and jongho are harshly awoken by a commotion outside the small room you have rented for the night

there’s a sickening smell accompanied by wails of grief in the air

when you rush outside, all you can see is a huge crowd of people gathered and your ears strain to pick up on the broken hushes of information being thrown around

“his son is lucky to have been spared”

“lucky to have seen his father slaughtered by bandits?”

“i heard it wasn’t money that they were after, though”

“those damned denport devils are up to something”

that’s all you pick up on before jongho snatches your arm and leads you back into the inn, telling you that it’s too dangerous to be out there; too dangerous for you two to continue traveling

which leads to the very first argument you ever have with him

you two butt heads all the time with your own fiery fronts and hardheadedness but more often than not, he yields to you

you’re facing him in the dim room - it is shadier than that first inn you two made a stop at weeks ago, but you’re both sharing one room just like you two have done at every single inn since

“we need to go check it out!” you shout at him

jongho takes a shaky breath as he tries to keep his voice even, “no, we should go back to our kingdom, report on the situation and call for backup!”

you throw your hands up into the air, “we’re already here - we’re basically at denport! what if something blows up soon? it might be too late by the time we go back”

jongho steps in closer as his eyes narrow

you don’t cower because you know he would never hurt you, but you do step backwards because you don’t think you can keep a clear head when he is standing so close to you, proximity dizzying like the buzz of alcohol

“of all times for you to play hero and do something that you weren’t asked to, why now? why put yourself in danger?”

your back hits the wall as jongho corners you

your chest heaves, as does his, both of you overwhelmed with emotions

he holds your gaze but his eyes are rounded with agony and distress

you don’t understand why he is so against your decision

you don’t know what to say, until your eyes flicker down involuntarily at the movement of his lips parting to exhale-

“damn, jongho, your lips are real chapped. you should use some of my lip balm”

he blinks hard at the absurdity of what you chose to say

he looks at your lips

he makes a decision

“then give me some of yours,” he says, a little breathless

and then he’s pressing his chapped lips against your smooth ones, the taste of coconut filling your mouth as your lip balm smears

suddenly, he pulls back with the audacity to look shocked as if you are the one who kissed him

and then he leaves the room without another word

he doesn’t return that night and you don’t manage to sleep either

you wonder when you started becoming used to falling asleep with him in the same room

jongho clears his throat awkwardly when you open the door in the morning and find him leaning against the wall just by the doorframe

you’re not sure whether he came back not too long ago from god knows where, or whether he was actually standing guard outside all night

you think you know which one it is, even if he doesn’t confirm it

“we’re checking out,” he mumbles, shuffling briskly into the room to grab his few belongings he had left and exiting the room again with you trailing behind

neither of you say much more to each other

you think that he’s going to lead you back the way you two came, lead you back and undo the weeks’ worth of journeying and go back to the castle

but then he’s sighing, deep and burdened, and he gently takes your hand to continue on towards denport

he’s never held your hand before

not like this, at least, tenderly tugging you along with every step so that you are no more than a few inches away from his side

you want to bicker with him and chortle together like usual but you keep quiet, giving him the space that he appears to need even if he is physically ensuring you are tucked right into his side

you two walk until the sun has dipped below the horizon

from what you know, you are right along the southern border and denport will only be another half day’s walk away

jongho makes a small bonfire before he joins you to lean against a fallen log

he shimmies off his coat and drapes it over your legs and then the forest also settles into silence along with you both

it’s now or never

“why are you so against us going to the border?” you ask him

he runs his fingers through his hair

an unruly tuft of hair stays upright and you fold your arms to stop yourself from reaching out and smoothening it for him

he looks at you as he says, “i’m fine with me going to the border, it’s you i’m not fine with. you do remember that i’m your royal guard, right”

“is that all there is to your reason,” you push, “that you’re my guard?”

you both know you’re referring to more than just the argument itself

jongho’s gaze breaks away, looking ahead at the flames of the fire instead

he is silent

for once, jongho is unarmed; no immediate snark or teasing remark to toss back at you

you hear him swallow and take a breath

“i…i don’t know,” he starts. “all i know is that with each passing day, the more i want to keep you safe”

jongho looks at you again, eyebrows drawn down ever so slightly

“why do you make me feel so worried?”

at his words, your heart clenches in an unfamiliar way and you attempt to lighten the mood, “maybe you like me”

“maybe i do”

oh.

with the reflection of the fire dancing in his eyes, it almost looks as though he is about to cry

“please, don’t go to the border, princess,” he begs softly

his plea remains unwavering and you find your heart doing the exact opposite

after a few seconds of silence, you say

“okay, jongho. i won’t”

the tension from his shoulders seeps out and he gently tugs you towards him so he can tuck you into his side once again

“you promise that we turn around and go back tomorrow morning?”

you nod against the warmth of the crook of his neck, then murmur, “do you think father will be disappointed in me? for returning?”

he rubs a hand up and down your arm soothingly

“of course not, princess. you’ve already done so much more than you needed to. he’ll be proud of you”

and then he adds on, “just like i’m proud of you”

this is the first time anyone has ever really validated your efforts; being the youngest of a large family means you are often overshadowed

caught off guard, all you can do is whisper out, “thank you, jongho”

he hums and you feel his smile against the crown of your head

you’ve never been drunk before, but you think that this is the closest you have ever gotten

you are intoxicated by him

“if you’re thankful,” the rumble of jongho’s voice against your cheek is pleasant, “can i ask for something?”

“whatever you want”

he eases you from the comfort of his neck and tilts your chin up slightly with a finger, cheeky grin plastered across his face

“can i have some more of your lip balm?”

[captain-joongz]

fanfiction recommendations/my favourite reads in 2023

ot8/multiple members

♤ in the same class as ateez by @essenteez

◇ murphy's law by @atzfilm

alien!ateez, soulmate au

♧ into the aurora by @honeyhotteoks

idol!ateez x non-idol!reader

☆ inception by @remedyx

dragon!ateez, kings!ateez

♤ hotel california + paradise gardens by @mint-yooxgi

demon!ateez, yandere, supernatural au

◇ morning mist by @mint-yooxgi

dragon au, fated lovers

♧ deep down. by @seventhcallisto

a/b/o, idol au, 9th member au

☆ in love and lore by @shadowynn

demon!ateez, soulmates au, supernatural au

♤ dew drops at dawn by @sunmoonjune

demon!ateez, soulmates

◇ breed by @sanjoongie

alien!ateez, sexual experiments

♧ oh my *** by @ohmyamor

guardian angel!ateez

☆ first flight to hong kong by @byuntrash101

flight attendant!reader, kind of sex work, since reader gets paid

♤ circus by @lani-heart

hybrid!ateez, writer!journalist!reader

◇ wider by @seventhcallisto

9th member au, bf!ateez

♧ the best friend's code by @tenelkadjowrites

hongjoong, seonghwa x reader, best friends to lovers

☆ we ransacked the city by @tenelkadjowrites

hongjoong, seonghwa x reader, rich kids au, menaces to society united

♤ be the light by @written-in-flowers

seonghwa, hongjoong x reader, historical au, royalty au

◇ sex and embers and frost by @sanjoongie

dragon!seonghwa, san x bunny!reader

♧ between friends by @anyamaris

seonghwa, hongjoong x reader, best friends au

☆ my filthy boy by @potatomountain

bf!woo x reader x witch/hybrid!ateez, coven shenanigans

♤ compromise by @cyberpxnk

bf!seonghwa x reader x footballer!yunho, infidelity with a twist

◇ it's you by @holybibly

best friends to lovers, threesome

♧ sharing is caring by @ja3hwa

seonghwa, hongjoong, san x reader

☆ ateez as royals who fall for you (hyung line) + (maknae line) by @eightmakesonebraincell

♤ five for five by @bh-archive

hongjoong x san x chan x hyunjin x juyeon x reader

kim hongjoong

◇ red by @nateezfics

established relationship, public sex, bathroom sex

♧ forbidden fruit by @nateezfics

greek mythology au, hades!hongjoong

☆ deal by @hongism

roommates to lovers, sassy joong

♤ marigold by @yoongiseesawmp3

frat boy!hongjoong, best friends to lovers

◇ tell me to stop by @tenelkadjowrites

best friends to lovers

♧ declaration by @tenelkadjowrites

virgin!hongjoong, roommates to lovers

☆ shells by @last-words-ofashootingstar

mermaid!hongjoong, yandere

♤ project d by @setsugekka

exes to lovers, infidelity, racing au

◇ off the table by @setsugekka

established relationship, morning sex

♧ the dressing room by @imaginidol

idol!hongjoong, best friends to fucking (?) for "stress relief"

☆ paint me yours by @moonseonghwa

artist!hongjoong, fwb au

♤ ohmami by @bambikisss

bad boy!hongjoong, racer au (mentioned), best friends to lovers

◇ hideaway by @minisugakoobies

stoner!frat boy!hongjoong, strangers to lovers

♧ what lies beneath by @noramoons

siren!hongjoong, a little angsty but wholesome

park seonghwa

☆ better check twice by @essenteez

accidental nude au, brother's best friend!seonghwa

♤ attention by @tenelkadjowrites

camboy!seonghwa x inexperienced reader

◇ essence by @whatudowhennooneseesyou

siren!seonghwa, dark, yandere, mommy!seonghwa

♧ the thing about pretty boys by @wonusite

friends to lovers, seonghwa proving he got it

ATEEZ rec list pt.2 BTS, TxT, Stray Kids, Seventeen, NCT rec list

[okshu]

𝗐͟𝗐͟𝗐﹕﹙ATEEZ FIC RECS﹚ ➛ ⛧

all fics of ateez that i read and went "omg wow". the authors are really talented too so make sure to check out their other works.

▨ LEGEND ㄑ ꮺ favs . f,a,s - fluff, angst, smut

𖥔 MEMBERS ˖͢

홍중 ─── kim hongjoong

i. guns and roses by @baekhvuns [s,ꮺ ] [mafia, enemies to lovers; 6.4k.] ii. love tailored by @arafilez [f] [e2l, fashion designer!khj x ceo!reader; 8.5k] iii. look after you by @mingigoo [f,s] [nurse fem reader x struggling musician hongjoong, enemies to lovers (kind of), some angst, smut, fluff, hospital au; 10.3k] iv. promise by @daesukiii [a,f] [angst, some fluff, hurt/minimal comfort, e for everyone, established relationship; 1.8k] v. ugh, as if by @ennysbookstore [s] [one-shot, punk!hongjoong x feminine!reader, enemies to lovers (kinda); 11.13k]

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성화 ─── park seonghwa

i. sleep-talker by @mingigoo [f, s, ꮺ] [roommates au, vacation au, one bed trope, forced proximity au; 10.2k] ii. the duke and his general by @baekhvuns [a,s] [royalty, arranged marriage au, romcom, miniseries; 61k] iii. mr and mrs park by @baekhvuns [f,a,s] [mafia, romcom, e2l, single parent au, 50k] iv. bodyguard by @baekhvuns [f,a,s] [romcom, bodyguard au + forbidden relationship au; 37.8k] v. misguided by @flurrys-creativity [f,a]

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윤호 ─── jeong yunho

i. come fly with me by @hwaightme [f, ꮺ] [love at first sight, bit of angst, slice of life; 9k] ii. bedfellows by @sungbeam [f] [one bed trope, frnds who cuddle; 1.1k]

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여상 ─── kang yeosang

i. crash landing on you by @atozfic [f, a, s, ꮺ] [mild enemies to friends to lovers, fake dating au, nepobaby!yeosang, student reader; 20.3k] ii. 7:29 P.M. by @edenesth [a, comfort] [timestamp]

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산 ─── choi san

i. this youth of craziness by @baekhvuns [f, s, ꮺ] [slice of life, drama, romcom & travel dreams; 40k] ii. when he's (drunk) too much by @atinybitofau [f, a] [headcannons]

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민기 ─── song mingi

i. butterflies by @hwaslayer [f, s, ꮺ] [established relationship/marriage, parents au; 3.2k] ii. 23:47 by @lvlystars [f]

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우영 ─── jung wooyoung

i. 3.20 a.m. by @strawberryseonghwaz [f] ii. bf texts w/ wooyoung by @beenbaanbuun [f] iii. change of heart by @hotteoki [f, ꮺ] [suitor!wooyoung x princess!reader, arranged marriage, medieval era, strangers to lovers] iv. 21:23 P.M. by @adoringsan v. i don't want to by @sanjoongie [f, ꮺ] [office au, single parent au, rivals to lovers; 1k]

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종호 ─── choi jongho

i. scoot over, choi by @seonghwaddict [f, ꮺ] [one bed trope, slight fluff, slight enemies to lovers but they're not quite at the lovers part yet, agent jongho and reader; 0.6k] ii. falling and sleeping by @seonghwaddict [f] [crack, friends to lovers; 1.5k]

𖥔 OT8 // POLY ˖͢

i. ateez in the multiverse by @hotteoki [ f, ꮺ ] [ headcannons ] ii. splish splash by @atozfic [s] [no use of y/n, swim team au, lifeguard!reader, pro-swimmers!sanhwawooho; 20k+] iii. asking bf!ateez to draw you a flower by @eightmakesonebraincell [ f ] [ text imagines ] iv. world episode fin:will by @arafilez [f,a,s] [ series ] v. happy death day by @flurrys-creativity [s] vi. ateez as mafia member who fall for you [ one . two . christmas sp ] by @eightmakesonebraincell [ f ] [ headcannons ]

copyright to respective authors, don't forget to reblog their works ^^ okshu

[justwritedreams]

Whatever it takes | San

San x Reader, forbidden love au!

Genre: drama, fluff

Word count: 1.317

Warnings: cheating but it's a fake marriage so it's ok 😃

Author: Maari

Note: This is totally inspired by the Turkish series Kara Sevda so if you think San exudes Kemal, we're in this together. Something small for my inspiration to come back soon 🫡

Summary: Whatever it takes for endless love, including stolen moments.

Taglist: @foxinnie8

⪢ Ateez Masterlist

Y/N took a deep breath as her eyes adjusted to the vast darkness of the room she was in, her legs were shaking with anxiety and her hands were freezing from the cold of the intense winter that night, but she couldn't help but admire the city below. It was so late and yet the city hadn't stopped yet, as well as the fine snow that was falling.

She was exiled at her best friend's house, who had a last-minute emergency and wouldn't be returning home that day - the responsibility of being a doctor -, perhaps exiled wasn't just the only word that defined her current situation.

The ring on her left hand burned her cold hand, that was how she felt every time she left the house, it seemed like the ring was pulling her back to her sad reality as if it were a chain.

Helpless and completely sad, she imagined she smelled a familiar yet distant scent. It was difficult to control all the anguish in her chest at the same time that she missed the dark eyes admiring her as if she were the most perfect work of art.

She hugged herself as the cold took over her even more, but it didn't last that long. Y/N felt strong arms wrap around her waist and she closed her eyes as she recognized the hug, her lip curling into an almost imperceptible smirk.

She felt his chin rest on her shoulder and she no longer had any doubts that this was real, not a dream like she was having every night she slept in her tower. That's why she placed her hands on his strong arm and let herself be hugged, until she felt like she was losing herself in the warmth of the body of the person she needed most at that moment.

“I should have already guessed.” she whispered, breaking the liberating silence.

“I needed to see you.” San's soft voice was close enough to her face that it made her body shiver.

She sighed and with a lot of effort, she broke the hug so she could turn around and face him.

Even with the lack of light, she was able to observe his every feature. The same ones that wandered through her dreams and daydreams, that accompanied her on her saddest days.

He was more beautiful every day. Irresistible, in fact.

“You know it’s dangerous.” she remembered and San put his thumb to her mouth, to shut her up.

He looked as sad as she did, because a few minutes like that wouldn't be enough to satisfy all the missing they felt for each other and they both knew it, but that was all they had left. For now.

“I can’t live like this, away from you.” Y/N felt her eyes water because for her it was equally difficult and she felt useless because she had nothing to do, she wanted to change that situation more than anyone. But it was so risky. “I can't sleep knowing you're living in the same house as that psychopath.”

It was Y/N's turn to make San shut up.

That night she didn't want to remember her reality, she didn't want to remember the family she had tried to help but had sacrificed instead, the false image she had to convey to the world or the husband obsessed with her who would never have a drop of her love.

She had a miserable life that suffocated her every day.

When she was with San, she just wanted to feel.

Feel that she was still the same girl who fell in love with the most fantastic man in the world, feel that teenager invincibility that everything could be fought with the love she felt for him, feel how much he loved her back with just a look.

Y/N caressed his face slowly, watching him calm down at the touch.

“Make me forget everything, San.” she begged softly, looking him in the eyes. “The way only you know how to do it.”

She didn't need to ask twice.

San took his hand to the back of her head and brought her face closer, sealing their lips so quickly that it bordered on desperation and in fact it was exactly that.

They didn't know how many days had passed since the last time they were together, for so many reasons, but they felt as if it was an eternity that evaporated in the same moment that their warm lips met again.

They closed their eyes as they satisfied the desire to stop with the distance imposed on them, their lips, already very familiar with each other, had the only job of moving slowly and intensely.

Y/N put her hands on San's arms as he pulled her closer, bringing their bodies together in a way that no force in the world could separate.

She sighed into the kiss, feeling her heart beating so fast that it could easily jump out of her body, but if she had only one request in life, it would be that one. Die in his arms.

That was her home. It was where she belonged.

And everything was much better when she realized that it was reciprocal.

That endless and genuine love. That's how she felt around him.

As if only with him she was herself.

Everything became a little faster when her hands went up to his shoulders and their tongues followed a familiar path. It wasn't the first time they kissed and never the last but it was as if it were, all those sensations were exactly just like the first time so long ago that they didn't even remember what they were like but they would never forget what it was like to be together.

Nothing would have ended, quite the contrary, San had already pressed her against the wall so that his body was pressed against hers when the phone rang shrill, causing their kiss to be quickly broken.

Y/N stared at San with heavy breathing, still a little dizzy as he looked like he wanted to throw the phone out the window and neither of them had the courage to get out of there and release the heat.

He held her face with both hands, making her face him firmly and intensely, he was holding himself back from kissing her red mouth again, but he wanted her to feel safe.

“I’m going to undo this nightmare and we’re going to run far away from here.” he promised and she smiled, excited. “It’ll just be you and me. As it should have been in the beginning.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” She placed her hands on top of his and he looked at her completely in love.

“I won’t be the one hurt this time.” he responded with determination and she knew exactly who he was referring to.

His archenemy and husband only in Y/N's role.

"I trust you." She caressed his hand in a simple affection, making him smile even with his serious expression.

“Trust us.”

She nodded and before she could wrap San in a hug, the phone rang again. She snorted and faced San, she knew she had to answer but she didn't want all that good feeling she was feeling to leave so soon.

San kissed her forehead quickly and pulled her by the hand to go to the phone, she looked at him before he put the call on speaker.

“Where are you, my wife?”

Y/N saw San set his jaw and stare at the phone angrily.

"In hell." she replied rudely.

“Great, that means you’re on your way home. I’ll see you later then.”

She rolled her eyes and hung up the phone, running her hand over her face, completely tired of it.

But if it depended on San, hell would soon pass.

[memoiresofaneternaldreamer]

Omertà

Assassin! Park Seonghwa x Mafia Heiress! Reader.

Themes: Smut | AU | PWP | Enemies to Lovers | Explicit sexual acts | Use of Italian Petnames (this deserves a separate warning in itself) | PIV | Unprotected intercourse (wrap it before you tap it kids!) | Desperate sex | Fluff - Angst?

Word Count: 1.9K

Playlist: 'See You Bleed' - Ramsey | 'Two Shots' - Cross My Heart Hope to Die | 'In The Blood' - Red Rosamond | 'Scorpio' - Pour Vous

Part of the 'ATEEZ as Dark Tropes' series.

This story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors do not interact.

"I wonder which will get you killed faster -- Your loyalty or your stubbornness?" Seonghwa whispers. His hot breath cascades over your neck while his lips lightly graze the shell of your ear. He has firmly planted himself into your personal space, with his chest flush against your back and his left hand gripping your jaw. 

Any regular person would have seen his words for what they were, a threat, and used them as fuel to run for their life. Or perhaps they would drop down to their knees and beg him, or any Deity they believed in, for mercy.

But you weren’t any regular person. 

His words, nor presence instilled any of its' intended fear into you. That is not what you were trained for. That is not the reaction your body had to him.

“Why don’t we find out?” You retaliate, the ghost of a smirk taking over your features. The challenge in your voice so prominent he cannot help but release a humourless chuckle. 

“Oh Carissima, when I am done with you, you know they will want to kill us both.” He answers. You snort at that, he wasn’t wrong. 

As tragic as the tale of Romeo and Juliet had been, the tale of the Angelinis and Barbieris was much worse.

Two brothers, not by blood but by bond, were once as thick as thieves. They ruled the Underworld side by side and were revered by many. Until one backstabbing and one double-crossing made them sworn enemies. As a result, the Angelinis vowed that no Barbieri would ever rule the Underworld again. And the Barbieris, in turn, vowed to take out each and every living Angelini.

It was a feud that lasted for many years and led to many tragic casualties on both sides. A mutual hatred which should have manifested into the only living heirs of both men.

While your father, Gabriele Angelini, had trained you to become the perfect heiress to the throne, Davide Barbieri, Seonghwa’s mentor turned adoptive father, had trained him to become the perfect killing machine.

Both offspring destined to fulfil the vows their fathers had made, and both offspring as lethal as the other.

But faith had other plans.

Before you can formulate a clever retort, he spins you around and shoves you backwards. The sudden movement catches you off guard, the breath you did not know you were holding bursting from your lips as your back bounces on the mattress. His gaze zeroes in on yours, and you recognize the dark look hidden behind them. Lust. Pure, unadulterated, dirty, forbidden lust. But also something else. Another emotion, much more terrifying. 

Because as your fathers before you, you should hate each other. He should want to kill you, and you should want to ruin him. But you don't. You can't. Not when he is the air you breathe, and you are the light that guides him. And it is with that thought that you understand what it is. Love. 

No words are spoken as you both hurriedly undress, the building tension between you stifling in the air. You both know there is no time for slow kisses or soft touches. Not now. Not when Davide had just formally declared the hit on your life, and every assassin - including Seonghwa - was ordered to hunt you down and eliminate you.  

As you open up the buttons of your blouse and unzip your skirt, he drops the leather jacket off his shoulders and unbuckles his belt. Every layer he sheds reveals more of his flawless skin, sculpted muscles and delicious hardness, and you cannot help but bite your lower lip at the sight. Somewhere in the depths of your mind, you wonder if this will be the last time you see him like this. As you slide your already soaked-through panties over your legs, the minimal light coming in from the window catches onto your glistening folds. 

Seonghwa's eyes capture the sight, and his hand - that had just removed his underwear - grips his uncovered hardness. "Fuck, Cara, you're already soaking wet for me." He groans. "I am." You agree. "What are you going to do about it?" You taunt, while you open your legs to give him an unobstructed view of your cunt. 

He is on you in an instant, his hand grabbing onto your ankle and pulling you closer towards him. Wordlessly he drops to his knees on the bed and lifts your other foot, allowing your legs to frame his hips. From this kneeling position, he can see your arousal in its' entirety. He swipes two fingers over your folds as a reply, before he plunges them deep into your hole. 

The sudden but welcome intrusion of his digits within your walls makes you gasp. "Fuck, Hwa. Amore, please." You mutter, as you feel them curling up into your sensitive spot. "What is it, Cara? Hmm?" He cannot help but taunt back. His eyes take in your beautiful face and he thinks to himself that he would give you anything you asked for in this moment. Hell, he'd give you the world even. And even though he loved Davide like a son loves his father, he loved you so much more. And he'd gladly see the Barbieri empire burn before he hurt a hair on your head.

"More, I need more." You relent, grabbing onto his wrist as he pulls his digits from your cunt. "I want to feel you inside me. I want you." You continue, the desperation to be devoured by him and the danger you know that faces you once you leave his safety slowly consuming you.

Seonghwa understands this though, as he too feels much too overcome already. He's not ready to lose you. He doesn't think he ever will be. So he tells you just that. "You have me Carissima, all of me. Now and forever after." He chokes out, as he enters you in one swift thrust.

The simultaneous moans you let out fill the otherwise quiet room. Seonghwa drops his weight forward, one hand on either side of your head, while you spread your legs to accommodate the width of his body. The pace he sets is unforgiving, the quick snaps of his hips into you making you quiver. Your tits jiggle with the movement and Seonghwa leans down to envelop one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on the stiff nub. 

"Oh fuck..." You curse, your hand reaches the back of his neck to grip at the roots. The sensation of his lips on your skin coupled with his sharp thrusts is almost too much to handle. And yet, it's somehow not enough still. You rotate your hips, desperate for more friction but too out of it to utter the words. But Seonghwa understands. He always does. Latching his mouth onto your other nipple, he glides his hand towards your clit. 

The first roll of his thumb over your sensitive nub is almost enough to make you cry. "Oh Dio.... Yes, just like that."  you whimper, every nerve ending being lit on fire by his ministrations. Seonghwa releases your - now swollen - nipple from his mouth in favour of taking in your blissed-out expression, all the while never letting up his movements. Your hooded eyes, glistening lips and the little drop of drool rolling over your cheek make him groan. 

The desire to plant his lips on yours and lick the drool from your mouth overwhelms him. Even though, when you two had started this "arrangement" years ago, there were two rules he promised you he'd never break.

No kissing. Kissing makes it too personal.

Never say the words "I love you." Saying them turns this into a weakness. And a weakness can be used to kill you.

But suddenly, Seonghwa couldn't care less about these rules. He loves you, more than he has loved anything else before. And Davide has set out to kill you anyway, even without any knowledge of your relationship. If you are going to die - and he in turn as well - he wants to etch your taste into his mind before you both release your final breath. 

"Cara, please. Please let me kiss you." He pleads, his face mere inches from yours while his hand grabs ahold of your jaw. The despair in his tone pulls at your heartstrings, and you know. You know what he wants to say, but doesn't. So you silently nod your head. Tightening his hold on you, he cranes your neck backwards and uses it to finally fuse his lips to yours. 

The kiss is all-consuming; warm, demanding, passionate, ferocious, but at the same time full of love, devotion and tenderness. You feel it everywhere. In the way he grips your jaw, in the fierceness of his hips slamming between your thighs, he's claiming you as his. And you let it happen. Because for someone who's craved control all her life, giving it to him so easily has never felt more right. 

So in that moment, you decide to break the second rule and tear your mouth from his.

"Te amo, Vita Mia." You whisper. Once the words register in his ears, Seonghwa stills his movements. Thankfully, you don't have to wait too long for his reply. "Mio Tesoro, I love you so much." He replies, full of conviction. 

Your words seem to open some invisible floodgate because he is on you again. Tilting his head as he deepens the kiss, it's a flurry of teeth clicking, tongues tangling, and lips smacking. His hips continue their assault on your insides, increasing the brutal force of his thrusts while his thumb stays pressed against your sensitive clit. When Seonghwa suddenly lifts one of your legs until it is resting on his shoulder, you feel him even deeper than before. And it's all too much. 

Fisting the sheets beside your head you cannot stop the scorching heat from coursing through your veins. Your body is on fire, so close to combustion you can almost taste your release. Seonghwa is not far behind. The pulsing of his cock within your walls becomes more prominent with each push. "Come with me Amore, give it to me. Fill me up." You manage to choke out before you tumble over that invisible ledge. 

"Fuck. Yes, Yes, yes. Just like that." He encourages, as he feels your pleasure overflowing within you. He's following right behind you with his own release. One, two, three thrusts and he's spilling inside you, your name rolling off his lips like a mantra, his seed filling you up. 

Seonghwa collapses on top of you, utterly spent, and he chuckles as you wrap your arms and legs around his body like a vice, trapping him to you. No other words need to be said, the softness of your touches and the look in his eyes convey everything you need to know. You stay like this for what feels like an eternity. Wrapped up in each other's warmth, lost in your own little universe. You think you can actually fall asleep like this, with his weight on you and his softening member still inside you. As Seonghwa lays his head on your chest you figure he's coming to the same conclusion. So you close your eyes and let the comfort slowly pull you under.

And then a shot rings out.

A/N: Little brain rot of mine because I've had this moodboard I created just sitting in my drafts forever, and I finally decided to do something with it. (It may also be because of all the concert content floating around). Definitely not proofread. Hope you all enjoy!

Send me your hard/soft thoughts - feedback/fangirling is always welcome. Want to be added to my taglist? Let me know!

[For the Moodboard: credits to the owners of these pictures, I do not own any of them. All pictures are exclusively found on Pinterest. Please do not use without giving credit and do not delete the caption. Do not copy and repost to other sites.]

[allyallyorange]

Round 2 of my Ateez Adventure Time AU is here!

Yunho and Jongho are from “Universe Z”, which has no magic and is basically just our world. They are cousins and have a 10 year age gap, in Jongho’s eyes, Yunho is the coolest person ever. In this world, Yunho had his own Mingi, who was his best friend until they were in their last year of high school and Mingi was a victim in a big car accident (also involving Jongho’s parents). Afterwards Yunho didn’t end up going to school and becomes a mechanic. Yunho has a hard time being around Jongho because the kid is so smart and Yunho's parents Love him. Jongho seems to be doing so well and Yunho knows that his parents think that he should also be moving on. Years later, when Yunho is 22 and taking his 12 year old cousin to the library for him to study and do homework, Yunho is reading through some old looking fantasy type book. Suddenly the book lights up and a portal opens up. A guy with pointy ears appears in the portal and Yunho is pulled through.

Jongho, who was 13 when his cousin disappeared, had a bad time. He became obsessed with trying to find him, and spent the next 10 years studying the book he disappeared through, as well as anything else that came up along the way. Over the years he finds that the relics that are talked about in the book are actually real, and then he works to become an antiquarian in order to further study the artifacts. Eventually, he manages to collect 9 gems needed to power the book Yunho had disappeared through, and he is able to travel to “Universe A”. Jongho is now 22, but only a year has passed within Universe A, making Yunho 23/24. When spawning in Universe A, Jongho is not automatically anywhere near Yunho, but he does eventually find a sketchy looking cave, which upon further inspection is the place where Mingi has been frozen in crystal for the past 600 years. Jongho accidentally frees Mingi from his prison, and they slowly become friends, Hongjoong joining them to become a little team (Seonghwa will also join this team at some point).

Wooyoung is a born wizard, about 900 years post-apocalypse era. He specializes in nature related magic. He grew up in a very safe but slightly boring town, practicing spells and fooling around. On a particularly boring day when he’s about 15 years old, Wooyoung decided to browse the forbidden section of the spell books and found a book on dark magic. Wooyoung, being an admittedly just ok wizard, figured he wouldn’t actually be able to successfully pull off any of the spells in the book, and decided to secretly borrow the book back home. He found an interesting spell on summoning a familiar, thinking maybe he’d at least get a cat or something if he did manage to succeed. Instead- for whatever reason- he summoned a full demon, not in the form of a cat or bird or toad or anything, named San.

(UPDATE: Wooyoung has a hobby of building things out of scrap metal, inventing little robots and such. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing most of the time but he sure does make things!)

San is an ice demon created by The Demon King about 800 years post-apocalypse era, who had been hearing about his younger brother’s little fire friend above, and wanted to make his own element creature. Thus San was born (made already physically aged about 14 years old because why would the king want an actual baby). San was a bit of a disappointment for The Demon King, because for whatever reason San was incapable of being evil, so he ended up being basically scrapped for about 100 years. Being a low ranking demon, and also a rather disposable one, when someone above suddenly summoned for a familiar, the demons pretty randomly chose to send San. This exchange also bound Wooyoung to dark magic, allowing him to cast permanent curses. San and Wooyoung end up getting along great, and decide they want to explore beyond Wooyoung’s home town (both around 15 years old physically). They live outdoors, camping in the wild and going on adventures while stopping to help anybody on their way (getting lots of rewards!). After about a year they find an abandoned treehouse which they decide to move into, and they become the local heroes! (Discovering Wooyoung’s ability to curse things was wild. They accidentally cursed some guy to be a tree for all of eternity. No take backs)

8 years later, San starts having visions full of fire and seeing a man with white hair possibly being able to help (his visions are very confusing so he’s not sure). Woosan begin a new mission to try and understand what San’s visions mean, and eventually Wooyoung will figure out how to build a portal that will allow them access to the cosmic dimension, where they will be able to ask for one wish. San goes, and is asks to find the guy with blonde hair who can help stop the fire in his visions. Because wish making is tricky business and San wasn’t clear on the description of this blonde guy, he is given Yunho, who is not the guy in San’s visions (it’s Seonghwa). Wooyoung and San don’t know how to send Yunho back so he ends up having to stay with them. Luckily they all get along and they become a little team. At some point Yeosang will also join this team after being separated from Seonghwa.

Ok that’s it for now! I’m gonna draw more though still because I have so many ideas man

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HONEY CYCLE … one - shot (18+)

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pairing : werewolf!hongjoong x werewolf!f!reader (background werewolf poly ateez)

genre : smut, werewolf au, hurt / comfort

word count : 4.2k

warnings : language, intrusive thoughts, fear of being forgotten, allusion to physical and mental abuse, y/n has scars on her back, nightmares

smut warnings : unprotected sex, concept of mating / mates, bath sex, public sex (but in a private area), mommy kink, marking, pet names (pup), threesome, double penetration

note : for mommy!may event by @whatudowhennooneseesyou

hongjoong wonders if you will ever be able to trust again, but him and the others are willing to wait for you.

sometimes hongjoong can't believe that its been five years since you and san joined the pack. he feels like it was just yesterday when he discovered you and san at his pack border. san carrying you on his back, you heavily bleeding, as he begged for hongjoong to help you. how you were so scared to trust him and the others and how you thought san would be better off here - alone, rather than with you here with him.

he remembers how san begged him and the others to help find you. he can still remember the pure and raw rage he felt when he found out how your old pack treated you. how they forbidden you and san from becoming mates.

but now, five years later and both you and san are flourishing with him and the others. everyone in the pack has welcomed you with open arms and he's glad you decided to make this your new home. glad you decided to make him and the others your home.

hongjoong honestly thought things were going well until san came to him one day, concern written all over his face.

"joong, can you try talking to y/n for me? she's been acting strange recently and it has me worried," san told him which immediately caught hongjoong's attention.

he thought he was imagining the slight shift in your attitude. the way you slowly began to distance yourself from him or one of the others, but now that san has brought it to his attention, he knows its real. he knows that he wasn't imagining anything.

"it feels like we suddenly went back in time five years ago," san confesses as he looks down at his hands, not able to fully grasp the fact that you were trying to pull away from him again. not when he felt like he just got you back.

"i'll talk to her, don't worry sannie," hongjoong tells the younger wolf with a smile before leaning over to press a kiss to his lips. san smiles a little bit into the kiss before he pulls away.

"thanks," san says before bidding the leader of the pack goodbye and makes his way out of his office.

hongjoong finds you a few hours later, canvas in front of you as you paint the scenery in front of you. a few of the pack grannies are next to you also attempting to paint the scenery in front of them. hongjoong smiles at how well the elders of the pack have taken a liking to you and have taken care of you when him or one of you mates couldn't.

hongjoong walks up behind you before he gently places a hand on your shoulder. you jump slightly, turning to see hongjoong smiling down at you and he can tell you do your best to mimic his smile.

"hey pup, how you doing?" he asks as he cups your face lightly and his heart warms when you press further into his hand, nuzzling it just a little bit.

"me and the grannies are painting the new flowers since they are starting to bloom," you tell him as you pull away from his hand. "do you want to join us?"

"maybe next time pup, i think i'll sit here and admire you while you paint," he tells you as he pulls up a chair from close by before sitting in it.

"oh goodness, look at cute hongjoong and y/n are, two beautiful wolves in love," one of the grannies say while the other mumble in agreement. hongjoong can't help but beam while you shrink a little in shyness. hongjoong feels a wave of protectiveness overcome him when he sees you shrink, but manages to push it in the back of his mind.

"why don't we go to the bathhouse after you're done here. we haven't been in a while and i want to spend time with you," hongjoong confesses and while yes, at first doing this so he can talk to you alone. he's also doing this because he does want to spend some alone time with you.

he can tell you're thinking about it with the way you are messing with your paints before you let out a small, "okay," in response to him.

while watching you paint, hongjoong can't help but notice the distant look in your eyes as you look from the canvas, to the scenery, to your paints, and then repeating the cycle. sometimes you'll glance behind you to see if hongjoong is still waiting for you, or to sides to see how one of the grannies are doing.

it isn't an hour later when the grannies are beginning to pack up their supplies. they bid both you and hongjoong farewell before they make their way back to their homes. hongjoong smiles and waves to the elder wolves before he's walking over and helping you pack up your things as well.

that's when hongjoong truly notices what you've been painting.

"a bee hive?" he questions out loud as he takes in the details you had put in it.

"its in that tree over there," you tell him softly, pointing to one of the trees a little bit off in the distance. hongjoong follows your gaze where he finds the bee hive and all the bees swarming in and out and around the hive. "why did you pick to paint that instead of the whole tree. i mean that tree is beautiful with all the blooming flowers on it," hongjoong says as he takes in the sight of the tree itself rather than the bee hive.

"because sometimes you just need to appreciate the small things, joongie. i've painted hundreds of trees before, but seeing a bee hive that hasn't been destroyed is so rare. its beautiful," you say as you toss your bag over your shoulder and painting in hand.

hongjoong lets your words sink in as he takes your bag from you and throws it over his own shoulder, his holds his free hand out for you to take. however, you opt to hold your canvas with both hands as you begin to walk down the path leading to town and the bathhouse.

the pack leader can't help but frown at how you move away from him. his stomach churning in ways he doesn't like, but he chooses to not say anything now and waits until later.

hongjoong lets out a sigh as he sinks into the warm water of the large bath in the private section of the bathhouse. the owners greeted both of you before guiding you to the private bath that he always gets when he comes here. hongjoong had went ahead and undressed and he can't help but watch with a soft smile as you undress in front of him.

he admires how beautiful you look as you stand in nothing but your underwear as you fold your cardigan and pants before putting them in the cubby next to where his clothes where. he notices the scars on your back and he remembers the first time him and seonghwa had seen them. he remembers feeling shocked at the large markings on your back and while he never asked how you got them - after knowing about the pack you and san came from, he can clearly guess how you got them.

"come here pup, the water is nice and warm," hongjoong beckons you over with a smile as he watches you step into the water. he can tell you're hesitating to sit next to him before finally coming and sitting a good distance away from him. hongjoong frowns at the distance, knowing that this isn't your usual behavior, especially after five years.

"y/n, what's wrong?" hongjoong asks turning to you and scouting a little closer, but not too close to make you move away from him.

"nothing's wrong, i'm just tired," you say and hongjoong can tell you're lying to him.

"san's worried about you," he starts, eyes dead focused on you as he watches you. you look surprised by his words, but you manage to cover it a little too quickly for his taste. "i'm worried about you," he adds as he moves a little closer. "we've noticed a change recently, you're distancing yourself from us and it has us worried," he confesses in hopes that you would look at him, but you don't. instead you opt to look at your hands underneath the water.

"i just..." you begin after a few minutes of silence and hongjoong feels his heart pounding in his chest. "i'm scared."

"scared? pup, you have nothing to be scared about. not when i'm here. not when san and the others are here. we'll protect you," he tells you, lump in his throat as he moves closer to you.

"but that's the thing," you say with a sigh, still refusing to look at him, "i'm scared that you all will tired of me. tired of putting up with me and my stupid fears and emotions and problems. that you'll finally realize i'm not worth your love and effort. that you'll toss me aside when you find someone better."

hongjoong is shocked by your words and he wants to scream at how he could never stop loving you. that he will never get tired of you and will always protect you until the end of time.

"y/n, look at me," hongjoong's voice is commanding and he hates using this tone on you or any of the others, but he knows that you need it. you slightly tilt your head, eyes glancing at him from the corner of your eye. "look. at. me."

you turn your head to look at your mate and you're shocked to see tears rolling down his cheeks. "joong..." you trail off, reaching your hands over to caress his face and to wipe the tears away.

"i love you," he says, you still in your movements as you look at him. "san loves, yunho loves, seonghwa, wooyoung, yeosang, mingi, and jongho. we all love you. the love that we share between the nine of us, pup, that love doesn't go away. you're forever imprinted into my heart, soul, and body and i wouldn't have it any other way," he confesses to you and this time you are shocked by his words.

"you don't regret mating with me?"

"the only thing i regret is not finding you sooner, so i could protect you from all the awful people who have tossed you aside and didn't show you the love you needed," he tells you, his hand coming up to trace down your spine, sending goosebumps all over your skin. "pup, let me love you okay?"

you blink away the tears the had welled up in your eyes from his words, hongjoong gives you a warm smile as he's the one brushing your tears away now. "you going to let mommy love you, pup?"

"yes, mommy," you say before the two of you are smashing your lips together in a heat kiss. hongjoong pulls you into his lap as you run your fingers through his black locks. his own hands resting flat against your back as he feels some of the bumps and edges on your back.

hongjoong couldn't help the moan that escapes his lips as you begin to roll your hips against his. his cock slipping between your folds, but not enough to go inside of you. when you pull away from the kiss, breath swallow, hongjoong notices the string of saliva connecting you both before he dragging you back closer to him to give you one more kiss.

"gonna let mommy fuck you, pup, fuck you full of my cum and let you see how much i love you," he says, wide grin on his lips as he reaches between your bodies in order to position his cock at your entrance.

"yes, please, fuck... fuck me, mommy," you beg before hongjoong has you sinking down on his cock. you let out a gasp at the intrusion, but your gasps soon become moans as he begins moving your hips. guiding you up and down along his length as you ride him, his tip hitting your sweet spot nicely.

"m-mommy, it feels so good," you tell him, hands coming up to rest on his shoulders and hongjoong is soon letting you set the pace. the water around you both splashing and making waves, some of it even splashing outside of the bath. but hongjoong doesn't care and he can tell you don't either with the way you are riding his cock, now determine to come.

he lets out a groan as you clench around him. his fingers digging deep into your flesh as he also thrusts up to meet your pace. he notices your breast bouncing nicely and he can't help but want to mark them up, letting your other mates what the two of you have done.

"fuck, pup, your pussy feels so nice. always does, like it was made for my cock. mommy is so proud of you, pup, you're so strong and beautiful," he tells you as he pulls you closer to him so he can kiss you once more. you've become a moaning mess at this point, mouth hanging open, tongue lolling out as hongjoong uses his own tongue to play with yours.

he can tell you're close to coming, the fucked out and dazed look in your eyes tells him everything. watching your face morph into pure euphoria as you clench around his cock is what drives him closer to the edge of well.

"are you close, pup? gonna come all over my cock while mommy fills you up?" he asks, feeling a little breathless from how close he is.

"yes, yes, yes, yes! yes, mommy, please! please fill me up," you say as you shove your face into his neck. he feels your tongue lapping up at your mark before you're biting down on the mark making it fresh once more. hongjoong lets out a moan at both the pain and pleasure it sends through his body as he forces your hips to still so he can come inside you.

your moans are muffled as you feel your lover paint your walls white, and you feel your own orgasm cloud your thoughts as you lick at the mark you left on your mate. both of you are out of breath as he hugs you close to him and he wonders if you could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

"hey, pup," hongjoong's voice isn't above a whisper as he calls out to you, "i love you, so much, okay?"

"i know, mommy, i love you too."

"let me know whenever those thoughts come back okay, so i can make them go away. none of us want you thinking like that," he tells you as he presses a kiss to your temple.

when the two of you return to pack house hours later, san is waiting by the door pacing back and forth while seonghwa is sitting in his chair, book in lap.

the sound of the front door opening gains both wolves attention and san is welcomed to the familiar scent of you. you're behind hongjoong and san wants to so badly to push his leader out of the way, but knows he should wait.

he watches with baited breath as hongjoong kisses you once last time before he's taking your bag and canvas before he's watching you walk up to san. the two of you look at each other for a moment before the two of you are immediately pulling each other into your arms.

"y/n... i was so worried about," san says as he nuzzles his face and nose into your neck so he can inhale your scent.

"i'm sorry, sannie, the thoughts had come back and i was scared," you confess to him and both of the eldest wolves feel their hearts clench at your words.

"did you want those thoughts to happen?" san asks as he pulls away from your neck to look you in the eyes.

"no, i didn't," you tell him, biting back the tears as you look at your lover.

"then don't apologize for something you can't control," he says before he leaning down and capturing your lips with his.

hongjoong feels his heart swell at the scene before him. he knows that the thoughts won't go away, but he hopes that for at least right now they have retreated into the depths of your mind. to be forgotten until they come back, but even when they do come back, hongjoong will just drive them away again.

the leader of the pack can't help the smile that paints his face when he watches san lift you up, you protesting of course, as he takes you up the stairs. he knows that you will be okay now that you are with san, and he's grateful everyday for how the younger wolf can always bring a smile to your face.

its a few nights later, when hongjoong is woken up by the sound of your voice. his eyes are blurry as he's trying to comprehend the figure in front of him as you, but once he does, hongjoong the is on high alert.

"what's wrong pup?" it isn't unusual for one of the others to come to his and seonghwa's room in the middle of the night, but it is rare for him to wake up and find you crouched next to the bed. on the rare occasion, hongjoong will wake up in the middle of the night to find you curled into seonghwa's side, but when he wakes up, you are gone.

he can tell you've been crying and his mate and leader instincts immediately kick in as he sits up slightly. "pup?" he tries again as he watches you regain your breath.

"can i... can i sleep with you and hwa for tonight? i had, uh... the thoughts are back," you say in a hushed voice and hongjoong is immediately moving to let you lay in between him and seonghwa.

you immediately curl into hongjoong as the leader wraps you in his arms. your bodies are pressed flushed against each other and hongjoong can feel your hard nipples through your thin night shirt as they brush against his bare chest. hongjoong knows its wrong to be popping a boner now, but he can't help it when his body is begging for yours. he pushes one of his legs between yours and tries to bite back a moan he feels you slowly start to hump his leg.

"m-mommy," you moan out as you press your face into his chest. hongjoong can smell how aroused you are as he dips his hand down to cup your pussy and isn't surprised when he already feels a wet patch on your underwear. "mommy please," you moan out again.

"shh, pup, or you'll wake hwa," he whispers back before kissing you. hongjoong starts to make slow movements overtop of your underwear, the wet spot growing bigger and bigger until you start bucking your hips up to meet his hand. "fuck, y/n, you're about to start your heat aren't you?"

"i-i think, mommy, will you help me?" you ask and hongjoong kisses you as he's ripping your panties away and tossing them into the floor to be dealt with later. it takes him a moment before he's slipping his sleep pants off and guiding your leg over his hip so he has easy access to your dripping cunt.

"my pretty pup needs her mommy, doesn't she?" he teases as he thrust inside of you, his lips catching yours and swallowing your moans. he knows that seonghwa will wake up soon, but for now he wants to prolong his lover's sleep the best he can.

hongjoong's tongue dives into your mouth as he sets a steady pace for the both of you. his hips thrusting up to meets yours as he feels his balls smacking against you. his hands digging into your flesh and his nails leaving little crescent marks into your skin.

the lewd wet sounds of your pussy and the heavy breathing coming from you is probably what wakes seonghwa up. he opens his eyes and is greeted with the sight of your back to him and his eyes drift down to where you and hongjoong are connected underneath the blanket. the smell of your arousal hits him like a truck and he swears he could taste it.

"m-mommy, please hard," he hears you beg and hongjoong chuckles at how despite you sound.

"pup, if i go harder we'll wake seonghwa up," he tells you making seonghwa smile at how "considerate" his mate his trying to be.

"go harder, joongie, i want to see you wreck our pup," seonghwa says as he rests a hand on top of hongjoong's after he had moved the blankets away in order to fully see his two lovers connected. "fuck, do you see how wet she is?"

"y-yeah, hwa, just for us. our pup's pretty pussy is wet just for us," hongjoong says when he feels you clench around him.

"hwa," you call out to the older wolf who immediately presses you against your backside. "please... want you to hwa, fill me up like mommy," you beg and seonghwa lets out a small chuckle.

"whatever you want pup," he says as he pulls his underwear off. "where do you want me, pup? do you want me in your ass or in your dripping pussy with mommy?" his lips ghost along your ear as you let out a moan as you feel seonghwa rub the tip of his cock along your ass before teasing it at your pussy's entrance where hongjoong is continuing to thrust inside of you.

"w-with- fuck! with mommy, fill me up, please!" you beg as you tears welling up in your eyes at the thought of both of your mates fucking your pussy.

"of course, pup," he says before he's angling your leg up a little, hongjoong stops moving as he waits for his lover to join him inside of you. you can't help but let out a string of moans and cries once seonghwa bottoms out. seonghwa let's out a few curses as his hand comes around to your front in order to feel the prominent bump from hongjoong's cock.

seonghwa pressed a kiss to your neck before he slowly started to move his hips a little bit and after a few moments, hongjoong joined him. the two of them doing opposite movements to each other with one thrusting in while the other just barely pulled out only to push back in while the other thrusted out.

hongjoong couldn't help the smile that painted his face as he took in the fucked out look on your face. one of his hands trail up to brush your hair out of your face before he's gripping the back of your neck and dragging your face over to his. his lips smash against yours once more in a kiss before he pulling away. you feel seonghwa's hand tilt your head to the side before he's also kissing you, then he reaching over to hongjoong.

"i think... fuck- i think our pup is close, joong," seonghwa says as he feels you attempt to clench around both him and hongjoong. his hand comes down to your front before he finds your clit and is rubbing it in fast motions. you let out a cry at the stimulation, your legs attempting to close and stop his movements; however, hongjoong stops and holds your legs open in order to give seonghwa easy access.

"i think she is, hwa. you gonna come around mommy's and hwa's cocks? gonna let us fill you up and leave you nice and around?" hongjoong says, his lips moving on top of your basically as he speaks to you.

"p-please, mommy, please come," you whine out before letting out a cry as you feel them both stilling inside of you. you can feel some of their cum shooting inside of you, while most of it is slowly dripping out of you and down your thighs. "mommy," you say as you lazily kiss hongjoong.

seonghwa pulls out first making you turn to look at him with big doe eyes which he is quick to tease you about, "don't look at me like that, pup, gotta get you and mommy cleaned up," he says, smile on his face as he leans down to kiss the tip of your nose before he heading out of the room.

you and hongjoong remain connected for a lot longer, your mate holding you close to him as he smothers your face in kisses. you let out a few laughs as he kisses you before seonghwa is coming back and is quickly cleaning you up. hongjoong can't help but smile at how the eldest also smothers you in kisses before he joining the two of you back in bed.

"thank you, joongie," you tell him once you are sure the seonghwa has fallen back asleep and its just the two of you awake.

"for what, baby?"

"for everything. for taking me and san in, for comforting me and helping me heal. for loving me."

"you don't need to thank me for loving you," he says before he's giving you one last kiss, "goodnight, pup."

"goodnight, joongie."

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bro's 500 followers event!

bro's 500 event masterlist

can you believe it i hit 500 bc i can't believe it i'm actually my brain is exploding— to celebrate, i decided to hold an event (where i will lose my mind further bc some of y'all are complete horndogs i tell you) but who am i to judge i'm just as unhinged and feral—

this is going to be like a create your own type thing except you only have so much control that way i can maintain the element of surprise ehehe

how to request:

choose an arc, a genre, a setting, and a member the format should look like this:

[enemies to lovers, smut, college!au, san/afab!reader]

all stories will be member/reader (you may specify if you would like gn!reader, f!reader, m!reader, etc.)

member will either be from ateez or xikers once a member is taken, they're no longer available. arcs, genres, and settings can be repeated!

for my anon friends, please assign yourself a specific emoji!

request only through asks please! my scrambled brain can only keep track of so much lately aha

here's the list to choose from!

arc: only these arcs will be accepted

friends to lovers enemies to lovers forced proximity second chance love at first sight/meet-cute fake relationship billionaire romance forbidden love bad boy age gap work rivals best friend's sibling childhood sweethearts love triangle

genre:

fluff angst suggestive (aka sfw smut) smut

setting: whatever au you would like is okay, these are just examples

idol high school!au college!au royal!au assassin!au ceo!au lawyer!au

members to choose from: and remember this is first come first serve so once a member is requested, they will no longer be available. requested members have been crossed out

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kim hongjoong — 🍀 park seonghwa — 🐉 jeong yunho — 🥐 kang yeosang — 🤓 choi san — @k-hotchoisan + 🍪 song mingi — 🍒 jung wooyoung — 🌙 choi jongho — @nakiiko

xikers:

kim minjae — 🐥 park junmin — 😈 choi sumin — 🌒 ham jinsik — 🎧 choi hyunwoo — 🐱 kim junghoon — 🦋 park seeun — 🫧 jung yujun — 🎶 hunter — ❄️ lee yechan — ⭐️

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San x fem!reader (wc - 14k) high school AU, enemies to lovers - angst, fluff As a new transfer student in KQ High, you start receiving anonymous love notes and gifts that leave you both intrigued and confused. It becomes a secret admirer mystery at school and everyone has their theories about who it might be. Could it be your crush, Wooyoung, as you'd hoped or the annoying Choi San?

Make me forget by @byeolbeloved

San x fem!reader (wc - 1.5k) mafia AU, forbidden love - angst, smut, fluff(ish) choi san was a cold, feared mafia boss who knew nothing outside the world of gore and killing. Thats when he met you, the girl who showed him love. But what stands in his way between having you to himself is his arranged marriage. That still does not stop his feelings for you.

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불타오르네 (Fire!) by @bambikisss

San x fem!reader firefighter!San, singer!reader - fluff, smut part 1, part 2

Rewind & Repetition by @moonseonghwa

San x fem!reader (wc - 6k) best frieds to fwb - smut You and San had always been close, and when you joined him to his usual friday night parties, your view of your best friend seemed to have changed more than you’d like.

Am I your favourite? by @deja-yu

San x fem!reader (wc - 0.5k + 2.1k) friends to lovers, mutual pining - angst(ish), fluff part 1, part 2

[ultraminki]

ateez fic recs (again)

the last time I did this was a little unorganised so I am having another go at this. please send your love to these writers if you love their work as much as I do! Make sure to reblog their works!!!

also these are all mature so minors do not interact!!!

this night together by @honeyhotteoks

pairings: yunho x mingi x reader as the main pairing, but features seonghwa x san x wooyoung x reader

summary: you’re finally getting your dream job, working with some of the best dancers in the business, but a job change means a break in your healthcare coverage and suppressants these days are expensive. going into heat at the studio pretty much seems like the worst case scenario, but you find yourself in the care of two alphas who won’t let you go through it alone. 

game of thrones-inspired au + prince hongjoong + “do you want know the first thing my father taught me?” by @wordstro

pairings: hongjoong x reader, san x reader

swiss holiday by @kwanisms

yunho × fem!Reader

summary: All throughout her formative years, Y/N has always harbored a bit of a crush on her best friend’s brother, Yunho. Having not seen him for years, she doesn’t expect those feelings to come back when she joins the Jeong’s on a family trip to a cabin in the Alps for the holiday. When she meets Yunho and his girlfriend, she’s hopeful that she can finally move on.

strawberry mocha by @pirateprincessblog

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jung wooyoung x reader, ft yunho

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: your favorite café has a new barista, and he seems oddly familiar, especially when you see his hands move when he prepares your favourite beverage

the answer by @berryunho

summary: Life is great until your best friend goes missing your senior year of university, leaving little more than an apology and goodbye. Months later, you’re determined to find out what happened to him and discover a situation much more complicated than you would have ever anticipated. as in Kim Hongjoong doesn’t like the word ‘cult.’ He prefers 'sect.' 

pairings: ateez x fem reader, song mingi x fem reader, choi san x fem reader, kim hongjoong x fem reader, others throughout (very slowburn lol)

man with the plan by @nonclassyparty

Summary:"Don't forget Pretty, I'm serving life plus one. So if I get busted for attempted escape, I'll throw in a homicide in there as well with no problem, that’s like a parking ticket to me."

When your brother ends up in jail for a murder he didn't commit, the only thing left for you to do is to find a way to break him out. But after a perfect plan is set in motion, you don't expect a romantic variable to get added into the equation.

Pairing: jung wooyoung x fem. reader, jeong yunho x reader (but if u squint)

starring role by @nonclassyparty

Summary: We’ve all read about the infamous player who falls in love with the good girl that manages to make him change his ways…but what happens to the other girl? The pretty, popular one that has warmed his bed before the good girl came along and took him away.

Well, no one cares about her. After all, she’s just a side character.

It almost feels like a joke to play a part, when you are not the starring role in someone else’s heart.

Pairing: y/n x choi san; y/n x song mingi

atarashi by @setsugekka

summary: When your 30th birthday rolls around, so does the awareness of how little you have to show for it: a lackluster career, a marriage on the rocks, and little more than the memory of your younger aspirations.

And then the new transfer student with a mysterious past takes a particularly forbidden fascination in you. 

pairing: student!hongjoong x fem!reader, husband!yeosang x fem!reader 

[aswho1estuff]

It’s like,

Totally Masterlist !

The way you move { ballerina! Black reader x step up Moose, opposites attract, art school, coming of age ish } ->

Two half’s of the same coin{gxg, p0c, popular reader x loser, plastic x plastic, mean girls but lesbo} ->

Queendom {kpop, idol au, girl group, p0c} ->

School of vanity{school of arts, populars x losers, in-crowd x out-crowd, popular girl x new girl, mean girl, p0c, teen movie character types/tropes}->

How to: lose a guy in 10 ways { Bestfriend! Black Reader x Rodrick, Mean girl! reader, the mean girl’s best friend, 2nd hbc, high school tropes, doawk rodrick, one sided}->

Thee other women { Older! Black Reader x NCT Jungwoo, cheating husband, revenge, older fem reader, inspired by "The Other Woman"} ->

Spy under coverz {Spy! Black Reader x Spy Wayv Yang Yang, enemies 2 lovers / coworkers 2 lovers, } ->

I love it, my designer {inspired by nct 127-designer, Designer! Photographer! Black Reader x Model! Actor! Stray Kids Hyunjin, failing marriage, cheating husband, cheating n general, older fem reader, forbidden trope}->

Faster {Black Reader x Racer! NCT Yuta, car racing, enemies to lovers}->

€ure 4 lov£ {Young Love? Male lead x Black Reader, zombie apocalypse, coming of age ish}->

The boys next door {older! Rixh! Black Reader x playboy bunnies! Ateez Seonghwa/ Nct Yuta/ TXT Yeonjun/ Stray Kids Felix, inspired by playboys “the girls next door”}->

A million views {good girl trope! Black Reader x Popular Mean! Male lead, battle of the bands ish, art school au, family feud}->

Extras:

a. A summer trip to:______ ___ _____-> {around the world/ black girl travel.}

B. Poem !$|n

c. I'm the _____ series {iconic black fem rappers! Insert x classic tropes! leads}

d. Alexa play ⏯️: __ {song inspired mini stories}

[yessa-vie]

masterlist ❣

✦ this is the full list of my works that have already been/it's been publish.

✦ my fictional original works are intended for entertainment and do not represent any real person in any way.

✦ last update: 01.04.2024 (dd/mm/yyyy)

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at first sight | drabble (request!).

pairing: idol!choi jongho x gn!reader status: complete | wc: 1,6k (total). genre&warnings: drabble. request. pure fluff. summary: Jongho sees you at a fansign and cannot get you out of his mind, his eyes always on you, but once you seat in front of him, that's when he realize that, maybe... he believes is love at first sight. part I || part II.

heart string of gold | written series.

pairing: OT8! ateez x fem!reader status: on going | wc: 89k (so far). genre&warnings: enemies to lovers, soulmate au (in a way), heavy angst (!!!), slight yandere behaviour, a little fluff (on specfic ocasions), slow burn (!!!), forbidden love (in a way), poly relationship, a lot of miscommunication, a lot of pinning, dimensional traveling, mature content (but no smut), violence, torture. there will be more specifics in each chapter.  summary: They had abandoned you, all nine people you cared about most had completely abandoned you. In the end, you were just like your parents and superiors said you would be if you continued to allow feelings to be felt. You then became Strickland's weapon and the Black Pirates, like their leaders, were your ultimate target.

pirate kingdom | smau series with written parts.

pairing: choi san x fem!reader status: hiatus. undergoing changes. genre&warnings: acquaintance to lovers. fluff. a little angst (on ocasion just bc). slow burn. idol! au. she/her pronouns. normalization of drinking/getting drunk. toxic envyroment. body dismorphia.  summary: i'll put it here once i'm back into posting it.

first winter's snowfall | one shot.

pairing: song mingi x fem!reader. status: complete | wc: 4,238. genre&warnings: exes to lovers. heavy angst!. use of alcohol and cigaretts. vivid hallucinations. fluff at the end. mingi is utterly and hopelessly in love with you. summary: He moved out. You are on opposite sides of the country. It's winter time, bringing back memories of when you were together. He resorts to vices. A night that started with a mix of nostalgia and inconsequentiality becomes a night of smiles, memories and love.

like you wanna be loved | imagine.

pairing: jeong yunho x fem!reader. status: complete | wc: 5,580. genre&warnings: strangers to lovers. fast burn. yunho and reader are teenagers who met during summer. mostly fluff with a tiny bit of angst. summary: with an encounter on the rock near the pier begins a friendship that, within a month, turns into butterflies in the stomach, sweaty hands, ragged breaths and hearts beating out of control.

hello, princess | one shot.

pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader x kim hongjoong. status: complete | wc: 3,123. important: this story is a slight spoiler to "heart string of gold" series. you don't need to read this to read the series. genre&warnings: heavy angst. suggestive, but not really. enemies to lovers (without the lovers part). cursing. slight yandere behaviour. way too much fucking tension, i'm sorry. summary: once your superiors called you saying they caught two of the leaders of the Black Pirates, you rushed to meet them at the abandon building they were in, but the conversation ended up getting a little out of hand.

[hongcherry]

ATEEZ Masterlist ☆

I'm so eager to start writing for ATEEZ! Please be patient as I try to build up my ATZ collection. 😊

I hope you enjoy my stories and thank you for giving me a chance! ^-^ Feedback is always welcomed!

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Stolen Kisses (f) | bf!idol!Hongjoong; est. relt. ↳ Balancing work and his personal life wasn’t easy, but Hongjoong made do by stealing kisses from you when he could.

Just for Me (s/f) | camgirl!girlfriend!Reader ღ ↳ Hongjoong was never overly fond of your cam girl activities, but he didn't want to seem controlling and force you to stop them. Instead, he does the next best thing: he joins you during one of your steams to show everyone you're his.

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to fall again (f/ag) | musician!hj, dancer!reader; est. relt. -> Seeing Hongjoong thrive in his passion for creating music sparks a revelation within you. You’re slowly losing your fervor for dancing, which shatters your heart more than you’d like to admit. Can Hongjoong help you regain your passion, or must he watch you say goodbye to your first love?

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seeking trouble (s, ag) | biker!Hwa x richGirl!Reader ↳ Seonghwa entertains your need for a late-night rendevous despite his better judgment.

found trouble (s, ag) | biker!Hwa x richGirl!Reader; part two of seeking trouble ↳ After not hearing from Seonghwa for weeks, you find him outside your home in the middle of the night. Needless to say, you have a lot of pent-up anger, but so does he.

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under the lights (f, s) | vampire!Hwa x human!Reader ღ ↳ To Seonghwa, you're the most stunning person in his lifetime. He's so committed to you that he gifts you something very precious for your anniversary.

[req] in your head (ag, h/c) || bestFriend!Seonghwa -> Seonghwa comforts you've been cheated on.

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for you (s/f) | bf!Yunho x reader x friend!Mingi ↳ Yunho’s present to you this year is unexpected, but delightful nonetheless.

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By Your Side (f/hc) | neighbor!San ღ ↳ “The quiet guy who lives next door to you hardly seems to notice you, but you can’t help but notice him—he’s gorgeous. You’ve given up all hope of striking up a conversation until he comes to your rescue one night after your ex shows up at your house, drunk and looking to take you back, whether you want him or not.” - Prompt

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Torn (ag/hc) | gang au, forbidden love ↳ After being wounded during a mission, you find yourself somewhere you’re not supposed to be—in Mingi’s arms.

for you (s/f) | bf!Yunho x reader x friend!Mingi ↳ Yunho’s present to you this year is unexpected, but delightful nonetheless.

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