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fairytsuk1 · 6 years

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avarice | 01

• pairing: kim taehyung x reader ft other members

• genre/warning: gore (in this chapter)

• words: 1,906

• summary: you are Kim Taehyung’s Royal Guard, your only mission is to protect him, not to love him because you fear that will hurt him the most

Paxjiro, Childhood Memories

“You bring so much honor to your family Y/N. It’s a delight to watch you fight,” your aunt smiled as you stared up at her, an annoyed feeling swirling around in your chest because gosh, stop obsessing over me. “Go on to your mother now, she wants to see you.”

You turned your head and walked wordlessly to your mother, you almost didn’t notice Min Yoongi glaring at you from the floor, a small part of you decided to let it go because he was just competitive but another wanted to rub it in his face. You decided against the latter, figuring it would be a tad too rude. A smirk graced your lips as your marched up to your mother, reveling in the attention and praise.

“You surely know how to fight my dear, I know the Kim family would feel honored to have you protect their son. After all, the L/N household is quite a popular one with their knights.”

“Of course I’m good at what I do. How could I not be?” You laughed cockily though this was only a facade for your mother, you had to represent yourself as confident, it makes people more afraid of the household. “I’m so hungry. When practice is done, can we go to the bakery? It always smells so sweet when they make honey twists.”

“Already? Well I suppose you deserve a reward for a job well done. Sure, I will walk with you. Here now, go, change and meet me outside.”

“Thank you but...I’d like to go by myself this time, I am only ten but I am mature enough! I know how to be safe, will you let me? Please?”

Your mother gave a disapproving sigh but nonetheless nodded her head. You smiled and gave a quick bow before turning and walking over to Yoongi, he gave a glare as if he was annoyed with you but you were able to shrug it off before laughing.

“Are you still upset? You know it was just practice.”

“Shut up, I’m not mad!”

“Ah! Grandpa is angry again! Run away! Just kidding, but you should scowl less.”

“Yeah yeah. See you soon.”

You wouldn’t consider Yoongi to be your best friend, you wouldn’t consider Yoongi as more than a friend. Ruffling his jet black hair with your dirty fingers, he rolled his eyes and pushed you away with his pointer finger before marching off. You don’t know why Yoongi acted the way he did. But he was funny and that was all that mattered.

How lovely. I look like a princess in this dress. Though you may be considered too old to be a princess, something about the light blue shade and the small ruffles in it made you feel magical. I hope I marry a prince one day. You shook your head and placed your hands into your eyes, pressing hard enough as if that would rid the childish thoughts in your mind. All it did was make your eyes ache as you blinked and squinted yourself back into reality.

As you walked towards the familiar bakery, you couldn’t help but keep a stony straight face. Though on the inside you felt like you were exploding, you looked more like a child told to run some errands or else she’d get whipped. The smell of fresh baked bread and delicious delicacies with different sugars and toppings filled your nostrils. They made your mouth practically drool at the thought.

The rest of that moment felt like a blur, you couldn’t remember much from your childhood but you could remember the store owner, Lee Chang-Hee placing extra honey drizzle and the feeling of ecstasy in your heart because it was just too good. After finishing, you wiped your hands and mouth with a napkin before yelling out a ten because that pastry was definitely a ten out of ten. Though it was just beginning to get dark, you figured a few more stops wouldn’t hurt, so you dragged your tired feet as fast as you could to match your excited personality. The horse stables quickly came into view and you noted they hadn’t been cleaned yet, perhaps you could do that for the owners later in exchange for about eleven thousand won. Opening the stable doors, you discover a boy about your age, he was taller and in much more fancy clothing. It looked almost royal.

“What shall your name be? You look like an Axian..,” he murmured while stroking the horse’s white haired mane.

“Her name’s Luna and she’s a girl.”

Turning around in shock, he dropped the brush and looked like her was going to shit his pants. He couldn’t have been older than thirteen so you assumed he was about eleven or twelve.

“Who are you?”

“Please don’t tell my mom! Wait a minute...are you a commoner?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not a maid! Thank goodness.”

Feeling mildly offended, you snatched the brush from off the floor and placed it back on the shelf while he awkwardly smiled at you.

“Why do you keep looking at me? You’re being weird-,” a breath got caught in your throat as you assessed the purple pin on his chest. That pin meant he was royalty. That pin meant this wasn’t just some boy, this was Kim Taehyung. “You’re Kim Taehyung!”

“The one and only! Nice to meet you!” Taehyung formally bowed and stood. “Can I know your name now?”

“Y/N L/N! I’m supposed to be your guard. When I’m older though!”

“Really? You can fight? Wah that’s so cool, you’re very pretty.”

You didn’t have much time to react to a handsome prince calling you pretty because a shrill voice began to call Taehyung’s name, you giggled slightly at the way his body seemed to practically convulse as he cringed.

“Well, we’re friends now. You don’t have a choice. I’m going to be back tomorrow so come here again! Don’t forget about me now. I think we’re gonna be great partners in crime. See you later!”

A boyish smile and about ten quick steps later, the royal prince Kim Taehyung was gone and most likely on a wagon back to his castle. At that moment you couldn’t tell on whether or not you were excited to be guarding that boy or afraid of the trouble he’s going to cause.

Paxjiro Castle, Present Time

“Kim Taehyung! You are so annoying!” You shouted in embarrassment. “I can’t believe you did that!”

Taehyung was laughing so hard that to others it would have looked like he was sobbing into his hands. He wheezed and crouched slightly because he just found you so hilarious.

“I feel bad but it was too funny! They almost believed it was you who farted!”

“That is not funny at all! That was all your fault! It was hard to stay straight-faced too!”

Taehyung wiped excess tears from his eyes before flopping back on his back. A small smile donned his face to which you sat down and flicked his nose as a slight revenge.

“You don’t have to stay straight faced all the time, you look fine either way but then you won’t get these,” his hands traced over a few wrinkles, “unless you like older men.”

“I hate you. Stop calling me ugly! Don’t make me bring up the tragic honeycomb incident.”

“No don’t! I’m sorry I said you liked older men!”

You rolled your eyes and cracked your knuckles while Taehyung placed his head in your lap and stared at you. Your heartbeat quickened slightly but you suppressed those feelings because you had no time for romance.No time for romance when you need to protect this boy.

Your hands gently raked through his hair which had grown closely resembling a mullet, you thought he looked quite handsome. His eyes were closed and he looked completely ethereal, you frowned as you gently traced over the fading bruise on his neck. A few weeks ago, an unidentified man had tried to strangle Taehyung in his sleep and after that event his family had decided to up the security. They brought you in as his guard even though you weren’t supposed to be guarding him for at least another year.

“Are you asleep?”

“Shh, I’m trying.”

You continued to stroke his hair until a sharp scream came from what seemed all the way on the other side of the castle. Taehyung shot up and ran out of the room quickly, you grabbed your gleaming royal sword and followed. You ended up passing Taehyung due to your fitness level being higher than his but the scene you had stumbled upon was horrific. A sickening feeling pooled in your stomach as everyone crowded towards the severed head. You didn’t recognize this man but you still felt pain because a Paxjiro Citizen pin laid on the floor beside it.

“My lady, you shouldn’t have to see this. Maids! Please take the Lady to the parlor.” You acted quickly, instincts kicking in that someone might still be in the castle, “Back away everyone!”

All the girls nodded in fear and seemed relieved to be exiting that area of the palace. You herded Taehyung behind you as he murmured incoherent words of shock and distaste.

“Who would dare do this to someone from our kingdom?!” the King growled out and stared at the head with a face that even you couldn’t decipher.

“I heard the Lady’s scream from all the way across the castle, I apologize, I wasn’t here. Though it seems he was killed and dropped off as a threat,” As respectfully as you could, you informed him of what had happened within minutes.

“I see. He was a commoner but that doesn’t excuse anything. Taehyung, follow me, we are having a meeting with the people in the castle. This is a tragedy. Y/N, clean up this mess and dispose of the head at once. Remind all guards to keep steady watch, especially the south towers since they should have noticed an intruder lurking about.”

“Yes Sir, I am on it right now,” you gave a deep bow until he had left the room before standing and setting your sword down. “This is so disgusting.”

Although you knew the King asked you to clean up the blood, it wasn’t your job and disposing of the head seemed more important. You grabbed the hair and gagged as the smell assaulted your nostrils. You took a deep breath and held it out in front of you while beginning to walk out the back door.

Wait, my sword. Each second you held the head, the more you felt upset and just horrified at whoever would do such a thing. Once armed, you walked out into the crisp air which helped to relieve your slight headache. A rustle in one of the bushes alerted you to drop the head and walk over in a fighting stance.

You discovered a note lying on the floor written in black ink. The handwriting had scratchy and quick lines, you recognized that handwriting. Kim Namjoon’s personal guard Hoseok had written that note. You lifted it and read, feeling a chill run down your spine.

Namjoon made me kill that man, I’m sorry.

Be careful, Namjoon will kill more.

-Hoseok

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my-dear-hammy · 7 years

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Basking in Firelight-Jamilton Sequel-Part Nineteen

Masterpost

Part Nineteen: Home Calls the Heart

Did you all enjoy the fluuffff?

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Warnings below

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The rain had finally let you up the middle if the night, and seeing as Jefferson and Hamilton were both already awake from their dreams, they packed and set out immediately. They had lost enough time as it was was, they couldn’t afford to lose anymore. They doubled back to the command post they had blown up a couple nights before. There was lots of activity. The remains of the governmentals were burying the dead and ransacking the rebel headquarters for any information. They wouldn’t find any, the rebels were absurdly good at taking any and all valuable information with them or destroying it.

It looked like the force was mostly just recovering from the extreme amount of losses with hardly any payoff, they could thank Hamilton and the squad for that. So Hamilton and Jefferson left nd followed the trail of the rebel army. Easy to track. That was a problem. It wouldn’t be long before the governmental army was on the move again and tracking the rebel position. As soon as they caught up to the main column, Hamilton would be sure to tell Washington to split of the troop into the state regiments and then into counties and march separately to wherever they were going so they would be harder to track. Hamilton glanced down at the tank tracks, maybe there was no point. They would just have to build an unbreakable defense or at least a good enough one that the government wouldn’t risk the casualties.

Now that he was thinking about it, why did they just bomb them? Wipe them all out in one go? How would they defend against that? They didn’t have any AA guns to defend against aircraft.

“Hey Jefferson,” Hamilton said suddenly, “I think I have something else in mind for our next target.”

“Oh? And what is it you want us to steal next then?”

“You know those experimental labs the government has set up down in Georgia?”

“Yeah.”

“I wanna steal a force field.”

“You’ve got yourself a partner, darling. No way am I leaving that place without a couple of extra toys myself.”

“Sounds good then?”

“I’ve always wanted to go there. Can we just steal everything in there and run for it?”

“Want to make it our new headquarters?”

Jefferson thought for a moment, “Top notch security, countless destructive weapons, stealing a governmental facility to make our new base? Sounds like a grand plan. One problem though, how we even to get inside?”

“Some insane plan that will never work, I’m sure.”

“Well, I’m all for it.”

***

When Jefferson and Hamilton walked into camp, several things happened all at once. First was shouting, the next they were in the middle of all their friends as they were being hugged to death because apparently everyone was starting to think something terrible happened to them. And then to their astonishment, the entire rebel army was there, lifting them into the air and cheering about how they saved the revolution in one night.

When Jefferson’s and Hamilton’s feet finally touched the ground again, they finally resumed their business. Hamilton headed straight for General’s Washington’s tent and Jefferson went to find some real food for them both since Hamilton always forgot to eat. By the time Jefferson made it to Washington’s tent, Hamilton burst out the door in a rage, almost knocking the two bowls from Jefferson’s hands, he brushed by him and kept walking, going back to his own tent. Jefferson stared after him, then at Washington’s tent, then at the bowls in his hands.

He went after Hamilton, finding him throwing things in a pile on the raised cot that was his bed. “Someone’s not happy,” Jefferson remarked, standing in the doorway.

“He sent me home!” Hamiton practically yelled, “Home! I don’t have a home! This is my home!” Hamilton scooped up all his pens and shoved them in a bag. “And even if I did have another home, what would I do? Pace back and forth every day? Watching the news? Waiting for the Goveys to find me?”

Jefferson walked over to, took whatever item was in Hamilton’s hands and thrust the bowl of hot oatmeal into his grasp. “Eat,” Jefferson commanded. Hamilton shot his a glare, grabbing the spoon and stabbing it into the food like he was trying to murder it, scooped up its contents and jammed it in his mouth.

“Happy?” he asked.

“Not until you’ve finished it all.” Hamilton rolled his eyes and scarfed down the rest. “Fantastic,” Jefferson said, plopping himself down on Hamilton’s bed amidst all his stuff. “Now tell me what happened.”

“What are you? My therapist?”

“As of late? Yeah. Who else would make you tea in the middle of the night?”

Hamilton threw a wadded ball of clothing half-heartedly at Jefferson, who caught it out of the air and placed it with the rest of Hamilton’s stuff. “I went in to give him my report of events and find out details of the retreat. Then, of course, I started discussing with him the plan you and I were talking about.”

“With all the cool techy stuff?”

“Yeah, basically he said we had to stop taking off on suicide missions every other second just because we don’t care about our lives ever since we got kidnapped. I protested that wasn’t the case. Got into an argument-”

“-Naturally.”

“-and several words later, I’m stalking out of his tent on temporary leave.”

“I told you that mouth of your was going to get you into trouble one day, but did you listen? Nooo,” Jefferson said, scooping up Hamilton’s and his empty bowls and leaving the tent before Hamilton could throw something else at him. He deposited the bowls where they belonged and headed for Washington’s tent.

“Sir,” he said upon entry.

“General Jefferson,” Washington greeted, setting down a pen, “What can I do for you?”

“Dormammu, I’ve come to bargain,” Jefferson joked, a grin spreading across his face. Washington just stared at him blankly. “Okay, not a fan of Doctor Strange then, that’s fine,” he mumbled to himself. “Sir, it’s come to my attention that you denied a certain plan concerning Hamilton and myself.”

“Ah yes,” Washington said, “What about it?”

“I think you should let us go through with it.”

“I’ll tell you exactly what I told General Hamilton,” Washington said, “I can’t afford to risk losing two of my best Generals on suicide missions just because you seem to not have a care in the world for your own life.”

“Sir, I think the lives of the entire army outweigh the two of us.”

“The army will be fine without you and Hamilton running off and trying to fight the entire war by yourselves.”

“Fine. But it doesn’t make sense to say you need Hamilton and then send him away.”

“If I let him go on that mission, he won’t back. If I send him away on temporary leave, he’ll still be there when I need him.”

“Sir-”

“That’s enough, Jefferson. There will be no mission. That’s final.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jefferson turned and made his way out the tent. The sky had darkened considerably and suddenly Jefferson was exhausted. So he did what anyone would do, he went to bed.

“So what are you going to do in your meantime?” the person asked Jefferson.

“Follow up on my offer,” Jefferson stated plainly.

“What offer?”

“Would you like to see Monticello?”

The person smiled, “Do I have a choice?”

“Not really,” Jefferson smirked. “You’re freeloading as it is, so when I leave, you’ll have to find another place to stay.”

“Shit. I need to get a new place.”

A mansion flashed across Jefferson’s vision, Monticello, his mind whispered to him, Monticello. Home. Monticello. You want to go home.

Where was home?

Monticello.

Memories or dreams flashed before him in pieces. Fireplaces, morning rides. Endless farmlands. A beautiful view of the valley. A library. Candles.

Monticello.

***

The next morning, Jefferson strode into Washington’s tent and announced, “Sir, I’m taking a temporary leave of absence.”

“What-”

“And if you don’t see fit to grant it to me, then I’ll be resigning my post. Have a good day, Sir.” Without waiting for a response, Jefferson walked out the door. Washington would send a response to Jefferson by leaving a letter in his tent when he came to a decision. Jefferson went to his own tent a started packing. A little while later, a courier came in and delivered a note telling Jefferson’s leave of absence was granted. Jefferson grabbed his case, now filled with his stuff and made for Hamilton’s tent.

It was empty. Well not entirely. There was a case by the door, Hamilton’s bare desk in the corner, and his cot in the other corner, then there was Hamilton himself sitting on the cot, staring blankly at his hands. Jefferson tossed his case next to Hamilton’s and plopped himself down on the cot and leaned back on his hands.

“I talked to Washington,” Jefferson said.

“Oh?” Hamilton asked, not moving.

“Yeah, let’s just say that I’m going to be tagging along with you for a while. I resigned this morning.”

Hamilton looked at Jefferson, “You’re kidding.” Jefferson shook his head, telling Hamilton he wasn’t. “That was a stupid thing to do.”

“Okay, I threatened to resign and took a leave of absence.”

“Okay, that’s not as stupid but still pretty idiotic. What was that supposed to accomplish? Now neither of us will be here to keep the army together!”

“Relax, I left Madison in command with instructions. He’ll be fine. You should do the same with Burr.”

“Burr has a command in his own state, New Jersey.”

“Then Mulligan, he’s actually from New York, or better yet, put Lafayette in charge. He has killer instincts when it comes to leading men,” Jefferson suggested.

“I suppose I could do that,” Hamilton walked over to his desk and scribbled out a note and sent it off. “But where am I going to go? What am I going to do?”

Jefferson picked at his nails, “Come with me.”

“With you?” Hamilton scoffed, “And if I did that, where would we be going?”

“Monticello,” Jefferson inspected his nails a little more closely, not looking at Hamilton.

The name of the place hit Hamilton’s chest like a gong and rang through his head like a bell. Hamilton knew that place, it’s been in so many of his dreams, why he has never gone there, he didn’t know. Every time he thought about it, he’d get unexplainably depressed. But for some reason, he didn’t feel that way now. “Monticello?” he asked uncertainly, “Isn’t that a museum?"

"It was, until the government started using it as an outpost, probably as a way to slander my name even though I never owned the place. It’s not like I’m the real founding father Thomas Jefferson. He died, what, around two hundred and thirty years ago?” Jefferson finally met Hamilton’s eyes. “What do ya say?”

“I’ve nowhere else to go, might as well,” Hamilton shrugged.

Jefferson grinned, “Ready to take back a historical landmark from the Goveys and claim it as our own?”

“Hell yeah.”

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Warnings: Rash decision making and ostentatious personalities that are known by the name Jefferson and Hamilton.

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