Potential Idols for “The Company”
BlackPink: Jisoo Jennie Rose Lisa
Twice: Nayeon Jeongyeon Momo Sana Jihyo Mina Dahyun Chaeyoung Tzuyu
Haeum Lee (Jihyo’s Sister)
Itzy: Yeji Lia Chaeryoung Yuna Ruyjin
Eunbi
Le sserafim: Sakura Chaewon, Yujin, Kazuha
IVE: Yujin, Wonyoung, Rei, Gaeul, Liz
Nmixx: Sullyoon, Haewon, Bae
Natty
Somi
Chungha
Hyuna (I know you said 3rd and 4th gen but she’s still relevant)
Jessi
Gong Seungyeon (Jeongyeons sister)
Hirai Hana (Momo’s sister is a member of a prominent dance team in Japan so she could be part of the Japanese branch and a group choreographer and backup dancer)
G-idle: Shuha Miyeon, Minnie, Yuqi
Seohyun (shes still a prominent actress)
Sejeong
Aespa: Karina, Winter, Ningning, Giselle
New jeans: Minji, Danielle, Hanni
Kepler: Bahiyyih Chaehyun and the rest
Momoland: Nancy Yeonwoo
Cignature: Jewon
mamamoo: hwasa solar moonbyul wheein
Alice- Sohee
Ex-izone: hyewon minju yena Chaeyeon
Red velvet: Irene joy Wendy yeri seulgi
Jini
IU
Dreamcatcher
ExLoona
Fromis 9 in particular Saerom Chaeyoung and Jisun
Seol in-ah (Business proposal)
Go Youn Jung (Alchemy of Souls)
Arin
Kim ji-eun ( could be fun because her and ryujin look like sisters)
No:ze
Bae Suzy
exCLC Seungyeon Yeeun and Sorn
WJSN Yeoreum
WOO!AH! Nana
StayC
H1-Key
Sunmi and Tayeon as senior for younger idols and trusted associates of the CEO
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The Harem - Conquered
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758 words | AU of Original Work: The Royal Three. Prince Lieutenant Hakon started his two year tour of service a year and a half ago at age 19. Vusen began its campaign against Ironda six months ago and has been steadily winning victories against the smaller nation. During a vicious battle, Hakon finds himself the highest-ranking officer on the field when his superiors fall en masse.
Content: war whump, holding out against impossible odds, defiant whumpee, shot, stabbed, profanity, knife chin tilt, whumper/caretaker POV, taken captive
customary first-AU-piece taglist: @nabanna @emcscared-whumps @whumpy-writings @nicolepascaline @i-can-even-burn-salad @dont-touch-my-soup @annablogsposts @melennui @suspicious-whumping-egg. This piece has no nsfw themes but eventually those will come into the story!
The Irondan officer cut through soldier after soldier, a host unto himself. By now, he had lost his breastplate, he was bleeding from several places, and one arm hung limply at his side, but each new injury only seemed to fuel him.
Somehow, after Vusen's sharpshooters had successfully picked off a majority of the enemy commanders, the Irondans had rallied in the face of utter, devastating defeat. Watching this masterpiece of a man, Colonel Sevae had little doubt who had pulled them back together. Even now, Irondan soldiers followed the man like a spearhead.
Reluctant as Sevae was, it was time to put an end to this. - Cut him off. Pin him down.
A platoon drove a wedge between the Irondan commander and his troops, separating him, then four squads blasted magic at him from four directions. The officer was forced to a stop, bracing against the assault. He looked around as if realizing his predicament for the first time.
- Hold your fire, Sevae ordered the nearest sharpshooter teams as they took aim. Something about the flow of magic caught Sevae's attention. He squinted, but couldn't see fine detail from this distance. Picking one of the mages firing on the man, he formed a telepathic link. - Lend me your sight. The scene revealed itself through the mage's eyes a moment later.
The Irondan was deflecting each bolt of magic off his shield, lessening the impact and tuning the angles to fly off into Vusen troops. How was it possible to respond to individual trajectories so quickly? Not only that, but he was siphoning off loose mana in each attack.
- Shoot him somewhere non-vital, Sevae ordered Haeum.
- I'll do my best, sir. The sharpshooter took careful aim. From this distance, a bolt would pierce through plate.
To the sergeants at the front, Sevae said, - I want him alive.
A moment later, the Irondan went down on a knee, bolt protruding from his thigh. Even with this, the man started to struggle to his feet, drawing his sword back as if to throw it. It was blasted from his hand as the Vusen soldiers closed in.
Sevae urged his mount into motion, trotting to where the Irondan was being wrestled into submission. At least one person suffered from a headbutt in the time it took the colonel to get there.
"You're defeated," Sevae said. "Order your troops to surrender."
"Fuck you," the man snarled, lunging at Sevae from between the men that held him. It was reminiscent of a chained dog. One of the soldiers kicked the Irondan's knees from behind, sending him to the ground. His face twisted in pain and rage, his breathing heavy.
The colonel dismounted, stepping close and reaching for the man. He snatched his hand back as the Irondan snapped at it. Reconsidering, Sevae unsheathed a dagger and used the blade to tilt the man's chin up.
"You did well to hold so long," he said, letting a touch of admiration into his voice. "Now, if you care for your people, you'll order them to stand down."
The Irondan glared balefully at him from a single eye, the other encrusted with blood. After a moment, he spat, "Fine. Take the bolt out."
Sevae raised a brow, but gestured a nearby mage forward. "Take it out and stem the bleeding." He kept the Irondan at knifepoint while placing a hand on his head (out of biting range) to listen in on his telepathic communique.
- Romos, the man said.
- Sir! Are you alright? We saw the Vusens—
He closed his eye. - They have me. Rage simmered beneath his words.
There was hesitation from the other end. - Then—
His eye snapped open, shining with determination, words rushing over the link. - Fall back and protect the royal fam—
Sevae sent buzzing magic interference through the man, disrupting the communication. "Get me dampening manacles."
"Fuck y..." gasped the Irondan, sweat on his brow and lip, eyes unfocused, twisting in the hands holding him, "Fuck you."
Once the man's hands were securely bound behind his back, Sevae let go. The Irondan sagged, drawing in ragged breaths.
"Take him to camp," Sevae commanded as he returned to his horse. "Bind his wounds."
"You'll regret not killing me," the man growled as he was pulled to his feet, teeth bared. He swayed despite the support, his color less hearty now that exhaustion and blood loss was setting in.
"Survive before you make threats," the colonel ordered, spurring his warhorse towards the front.
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