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celestialqueen13 · 9 months

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Prologue

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Here onwards a magical adventure awaits, with an original character I've created. I hope you enjoy Storytime as much as I did while creating it. If you do, please be sure to leave comments and don't hesitate to hit that like button.

~ Yours Queenie

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It should have been a peaceful spring afternoon. The birds were singing and flowers in full bloom, which did nothing for his allergies, and because his father refused to provide medicine he was forced to endure. He sniffled here and there and every so often was forced to wipe away the tears in his eyes, which only fuelled his guardians annoyance.

His menace of a little brother had escaped the brutal training, but Romeo wasn't so lucky. While Thor played inside in the kitchen, taste testing his mothers baked treats, Romeo was outside sparring with his father, who barked impossible manoeuvres, which only served to throw away Romeo's concentration. Romeo slipped onto the ground and his father didn't relent, beating his stick towards the ground with fury.

Romeo narrowly missed a few, rolling away in the nick of time, but eventually one caught his arm, disabling the young boy of 13. A cry escaped his lips and he rolled over, clutching his arm tightly as tears spilled from his eyes. "Get up son. You're vulnerable on the ground. I've told you a hundred times-"

"I can't." He wails. "My arm hurts and I'm tired."

"Tired? Do you think the other eighteen and seventeen year olds will wait to end your life when you're tired in the arena?" Snaps his father. Romeo shakes his head in response, barely containing the sobs itching to escape his throat as he avoids his fathers harsh glare at all costs. "In the arena it's kill or be killed. Now that useless little brother of yours is no where to be seen, god knows how he'll survive in there, but for your mothers sake, don't make it that she loses two children to the wretched games."

Romeo nods, just in time for his father to lend his a helping hand and his mother emerges from the kitchen. "Aurelius Vale, stand down!" Yells his mother, embracing Romeo in her warm arms.

"He's fine, he needs to get used to-"

"He's not fine, look at the way he's clutching his arm." Bites the woman, glaring venomously at her husband,

"He wouldn't even have his head on his neck if this were the actual arena." Sighs Aurelius, rolling his eyes as he picks up the wooden sticks and rests them against the tall tree.

"You said the training was to protect him, if you start treating him like this in his own home then we're no better than those monsters!" She yells, momentarily she pauses in between her rant to sneak a peek at Romeo shivering in her embrace. "Romeo, why don't you go get cleaned up and help yourself to some cookies, they're fresh out the oven, so go on. Before your little brother scoffs them all down."

"I could use a snack too-" Shrugs Aurelius.

"I'm not done talking to you." Scowls his wife, fixing him to the spot with her furious gaze.

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#x reader #imagines #romance #the hunger games #male oc #fluff #angst #smut #lee jong suk

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Esteemed Members of the Ton

Duke of Cambridge Family Line Choi Yeonjun Choi Soobin Choi Beomgyu

Duke of Somerset Family Line Lee Heeseung Lee Jaeyun (Jake) Lee Niki

Earl of Oxford Family Line Kang Taehyun Kang Jungwon

Earl of Derby Family Line Kim Sunoo

Viscount Huening Family Line Huening Kai Huening Bahiyyih

Viscount Park Family Line Park Jay Park Sunghoon

#character sheet #txt imagines #enhypen imagines #bridgerton au

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𝔇𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔯 𝔏𝔦𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

~Yours Truly Lady Whistledown

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#x reader #imagines #txt imagines #txt smut #enhypen imagines #enhypen smut #bridgerton fic #bridgerton au #romance #series #royal au #fluff

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History has a way of repeating itself

Dion x Reader

Imagine; President Snow knows he sabotaged the games for you and uses Dion to carry his orders with you as leverage.

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"Dionysus, you've been summoned by Coriolanus. What did you do this time?" Sighs the lithe woman as she collapses into a chair beside him. He peers over his shoulder to glance at the woman momentarily, to scope the graveness of the situation.

He makes the snap judgement, she's unaware as of yet, and decides to play it off with nonchalance. "Nothing," he admits with a shrug, "I'm as knowledgeable as yourself." He lied.

"Well, go find out then, and make sure to correct it. Lanus has done a lot for our family and as his sister I can't keep taking advantage of his kindness." Dion rolls his eyes before pushing himself to his feet and sauntering to the door.

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He doesn't bother with knocking; nor with polite greetings for the President. Coriolanus doesn't expect as much either, so is left unfazed as he continues to stare out the glass window overlooking his perfectly-maintained rose garden.

Dionysus doesn't wait for directing to be seated and helps himself into a seat, making himself comfortable; lifting his boots onto the table as he crossed his legs, an act that could only be considered defiance. "You called and I came running."

"The Victor of the 72nd Hunger games was most unexpected."

Dion shrugs - externally maintaining a neutral expression. But his heart was hammering inside his chest and the only concern he held in that moment was towards the pretty little dove from District 11, who'd won more than the games since she'd step foot in the capitol. While he cared for his family and the life they'd built for themselves in the Capitol with equal ferocity, there was something unique about his little dove.

She left him speechless- breathless actually when she walked into room and he laid eyes on her for the first time at the Tribute's ball. A new celebration - to satiate the Capitols hunger for lust.

It had been complained about too often that some of the most attractive or popular tributes always died in the Arena. Afterall their could only be one winner - but an exclusive event - a party if you like with tributes mingling amongst the upper echelon of the Capitol meant satisfying their predatory needs and more support and excitement for the games.

The idea had been Dion's himself, a sure way to earn his uncle's favour. He'd thought of the idea after conversing with the infamous victor of the 65th Hunger Games. It was no secret that the conventionally attractive victors were often sought after and prostituted amongst the filthy rich of Capitol. For some it was avarice for wealth and more luxury that drew them to the lifestyle, other's it was power and leverage in the form of dirty secrets.

Then she entered the scene and he was swept up in a hurricane romance he hadn't even wanted. That's why he'd jeopardised his career as Head Gamemaker as he had.

"I suppose it was... but expect the unexpected. Isn't that what you always tell us."

The corners of Coriolanus' lips twitch into what resembles a smile before he erupts into a cacophonous laugh. Or at least that's how it landed on Dion's ears. There was nothing humorous about their conversation, which only added to Dion's perturbed state.

"Given my history, it's unreasonable I didn't doubt this would happen sooner. You remember the stories I'd tell you as a child?"

Dion nods, swallowing thickly as he holds Snow with his steely gaze.

"I'm not your enemy, Dionysus. But you'd be wise to remind yourself, 12, 11, 3 and 7 are all replaceable."

"Tributes and women, even all of Panem, where family is involved." Scoffs Dion, dropping his boots from the table as he rises to stand. If old Snow wasn't going to outright confront him for anything then he wasn't going to stick around for these mind games.

"Strange things will happen, if you meet at midnight in the hanging tree."

Old Snow's words refused to leave him for the rest of the day, or at night, and it left him feeling disconcerted and itching to see her. Confirm she was safe - but he knew this was a trap, old Snow had laid and he was either going to go mad trying to outsmart him or lose everything he loves.

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Now he found himself becoming everything she hates in order to protect her and everyone she loves.

Dion exhaled sharply as his shots met the target. He lowered the rifle in his hands, only to receive a strong clap on the back from commander. "Very good, Snow. I'd expect no less from the Presidents' nephew."

Dion smiled bitterly, the guilt and resentment was eating away at his soul, but he held onto the hope that he'd never be stationed anywhere near 11. If he continues to thrive and remain top of the trainees he'll have his pick of districts. He'll win this dangerous game he had with Old Snow.

Except he'd fallen for the trap and failed to expect the unexpected.

"Peacekeepers attention! There's been resistance on the border of district 10 and 11, reinforcements required please dispatch urgently."

Once he'd been sent packing to his room, he snapped, growling in anger as he destroyed everything in his sight, out of blind rage.

He should have known Old Snow doesn't play fair, this was his way of taunting him, rubbing salt in his wound. The minute she finds out, everything he'd built with her would crumble and he was dreading the thought of losing her.

Especially now that it was so close.

He'd been mentally preparing himself in case this moment was to arise but he hadn't been expecting it so soon. He'd finished training with the highest honours and spent the better part of two years patrolling District 2 and now found himself protecting the security of the Capitol. It made no sense to send the fittest warriors this early on into the rebellion, especially when the Capitol was so close to being compromised.

He wasn't afraid for his life, nor his family. He was afraid for her. District 11 wasn't faring well given their first uprising during the 74th Hunger Games. Now the Mockingjay had made every district the Capitol's worst nightmare.

He didn't care for the Rebellion or the Capitol. He just hated that they were on opposite sides of it all; hated that they were miles apart when all he wanted to do was hold her tightly and never let go. He hated the man he'd become, how easily he'd submitted to Old Snow's manipulation.

"Snow, you're the best soldier we've got, so we'll drop you off at victor's village the minute we reach 11 and on the president's orders you have to finish every last one of them and their family." Instructs the Commander.

He should have been smarter, known better and prepared harder. But as he made his way out of the vehicle, rifle in hand, as a masked identity to the public, he swore to protect his little dove at all costs. Even if it put him on the wrong side of all this chaos, he'd welcome death if it meant she had a better chance at life.

Old Snow had underestimated his tenacity when it came to networking, and though Dion didn't trust Plutarch at all, Heavensbee was his only bet at keeping her alive. For once, she'd be free, just as they'd always dreamed.

Even if he had to betray her in the process, it was worth it.

#x reader #imagines #the hunger games #original character #female reader #male oc #suzanne collins #catching fire #mocking jay #ballad of songbirds and snakes #send requests #romance

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ℜ𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬 𝔙𝔞𝔩𝔢

𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙾 𝚅𝙰𝙻𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷: 27 𝚂𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙶𝙴: 18 𝚈𝚁𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚇: 𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙴

𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷: 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙲𝚃 2 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂: 𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 (𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚆𝙸𝙵𝙴) 𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 (𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙺𝙴𝙴𝙿𝙴𝚁) 𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴: 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙲𝚃 2

#the hunger games #original character #ocs #suzanne collins #peacekeepers #district 2 #capitol #imagines #x reader #taking requests

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𝕯𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖞𝖘𝖚𝖘 𝕾𝖓𝖔𝖜

𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: 𝙳𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚈𝚂𝚄𝚂 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: 𝙳𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷: 21 𝙽𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙶𝙴: 24 𝚈𝚁𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚇: 𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙴

𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷: 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙸𝚃𝙾𝙻 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂: 𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 (𝚈𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚄𝚂 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚆) 𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 (𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙺𝙴𝙴𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁) 𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁 75𝚃𝙷 𝙷𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂 (𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙺𝙴𝙴𝙿𝙴𝚁 & 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚁) 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴: 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙸𝚃𝙾𝙻

#the hunger games #original character #ocs #suzanne collins #peacekeepers #district 2 #capitol #imagines #x reader #taking requests

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𝕺𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝕾𝖓𝖔𝖜

𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: 𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚂: 𝙳𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷: 22 𝙾𝙲𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙶𝙴: 23 𝚈𝚁𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚇: 𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙴

𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷: 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙸𝚃𝙾𝙻 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂: 𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 (𝚄𝙽𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚇) 𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 (𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚄𝚂 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚆) 𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚁 (𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙺𝙴𝙴𝙿𝙴𝚁, 𝙵𝚄𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃) 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴: 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙸𝚃𝙾𝙻

#the hunger games #original character #ocs #suzanne collins #peacekeepers #district 2 #capitol #imagines #x reader #taking requests

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𝕷𝖞𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖚𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖚𝖉

𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: 𝙻𝚈𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝚄𝚂𝚂𝙰𝚄𝙳 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷: 17 𝙵𝙴𝙱𝚁𝚄𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝙰𝙶𝙴: 22 𝚈𝚁𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚇: 𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙴

𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷: 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙸𝚃𝙾𝙻 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂: 𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 (𝚂𝚃𝚈𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙸𝚃𝙾𝙻) 𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 (𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙲𝚃 2) 𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: 𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙺𝙴𝙴𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴: 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙲𝚃 3

#the hunger games #original character #ocs #suzanne collins #peacekeepers #district 2 #capitol #imagines #x reader #taking requests

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Hunger Games Masterlist

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I need more!!! It's soo good btw. Love your writing

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☓ PAIRING: ateez seonghwa x fem. reader.

☓ GENRE: hunger games au, angst, fluff.

☓ GENERAL WARNINGS: first person pov, angst, violence, death, torture, etc. (hunger games canon level violence). inaccuracies to the books/movies, some of the original characters are included in this work. please do check each chapter’s specific warnings.

☓ ONGOING with slow updates.

☓ WORD COUNT: 16.9k (more to be added)

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celestialqueen13 · 2 years

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Boys and Betrothals Masterlist [A Bridgerton AU]

Esteemed Members of the Ton | A Character Profile

Let The Magic Begin . . .

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Coming Soon...

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celestialqueen13 · 2 years

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My Heart's Calling

[Imagine being Chaeeun's younger twin sister and Yangcha's secret crush]

"______. The Daekan warriors have returned and some are injured therefore you have been summoned-" Began the messenger.

"Then why don't you call my father, he's the main physician-"

"It's been assigned to you. As the most skilled physician in Arthdal, Niruha deemed it inappropriate to ask him to deal with minor injury." I clicked my tongue in disappointment, before nodding in agreement.

"Alright. I'll be there. I better be paid well for this." I sighed, quickly collecting some herbs and medicines from the shelves and stuffing them in my bag, before following the messenger outside.

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You couldn't say you were a fan of the Daekan warriors or the unscrupulous camp you found yourself wandering inside currently. You were brought to Tagon who acknowledged your presence and decided upon payment before shrugging the responsibility to Mugwang to lead you to the patients. "Niruha sent you! Are you sure you won't faint upon seeing blood?" Snickers Mugwang.

"Certain." You deadpanned, not deeming his insolent comments worth reacting to. Mugwang didn't say much more before leading you to the tent where the injured were laid. Your gaze strayed from your path for a moment and lingered upon the soldier with mysterious eyes you'd locked eyes with upon entering the camp. You'd seen him before once, at Arthdal, and remembered him as the one who never spoke, though you weren't foolish enough to assume this made him harmless. With a heavy sigh, you entered the tent through the flap Mugwang held open for you and were immediately repelled by the malodour inside.

This was going to be a long night. You thought to yourself.

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Finally, the last soldier's fever broke and he looked to be healthy and on the way to recovery. Mubaek arrived to offer me some food and drink, which I'd have rejected had it come from anyone else. I only deemed it safe to accept from him given his acquaintance to Father.

"You've done well." Though Mubaek seldom opened his mouth, he spoke earnestly. "You're growing to be quite a talented physician."

I hummed in response, "Tell that to your brother. Though I suppose it wouldn't change anything... he's one amongst many who underestimate my skills."

Mubaek doesn't add anything else to the conversation and opts to take his cue to leave, only sparing a glance over his shoulder in parting.

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Yangcha's pov

I couldn't stop thinking about her again. The girl in the markets... I don't know what, but it feels like something keeps luring me back to that moment. I rolled over onto my back, squeezing my eyes shut as I forced images to fuel differing thoughts to my mind.

No more. I'm not going to lose another night of sleep thinking about a girl I barely know and haven't even properly met. I'm a warrior, all I should think about is fighting and protecting those I serve. Nothing less, nothing more.

But her eyes... they were imprinted on my mind. When her gaze met my own, it felt as if something had transpired between us. Since experiencing that plunging feeling, there's been a shift. Maybe I'm just ill. Should I go and see that physician while she's here?

No. It'll pass. Maybe it's lust. I've never experienced it before but the others seem to give in to the desire upon any sighting of a female. It's probably just fleeting, I'll forget about her eventually.

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The food was stale and difficult to swallow but I managed to persevere through as much of it as I could before exiting the tent myself. I first sought out Tagon to provide a report of the patients I'd seen and how to progress from here before taking my leave.

"Wait. It's dark and the camp far from Arthdal-" Begins Tagon. I felt waves of panic wash over me at the subject he eluded to and were quick to interject. I refused to spend another night in this eerie place.

"I'll manage. I really must get going immediately." I replied firmly, bowing my head in acknowledgement to be dismissed.

Tagon chuckled, which didn't do anything to calm the little heart beating sporadically inside my ribcage. Tagon was calculating and cold; his presence was stressful to be subjected to. His thoughts and intentions were always so well hidden... not to mention I was well aware his heroic feats did little to cover his sins. "I'm sure you could... but I suppose I owe you protection after saving my soldiers. Yangcha!"

Within seconds, he appears, standing beside me as we both wait upon Tagon's orders with bated breath. He has the same eyes; shrouded in mystery, yet I find myself falling within their depths. Yangcha - the name attached to his eyes.

I pressed my hands into my sides, bunching the fabric in between my fingers, to keep them from trembling.

"You can escort our little physician back to Arthdal. It's our next destination anyways so remain there until we arrive." Orders Tagon. I didn't catch a nod or any sign of agreement to show he'd understood the assignment, but Tagon didn't question him when he turned to walk away.

I hesitated, moving back and forth on my decision to follow him. He was intimidating with his tall figure packed with muscle and armed with many dangerous weapons. Though, maybe I should feel relieved he's been assigned to protect me and not hunt me.

I shivered at the thought. He seemed like a very dangerous predator, I should get moving quickly so I don't anger him. I quickly bow my head to Tagon and run after him.

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Of all the people in Arthdal, how did I end up in this situation, alone with her? She trudges along behind me, but I can tell she's tired from the way she drags her feet across the floor and the inconsistency between her strides. I should call for rest, but I don't want to prolong our time together. Not when I'm like this. Feeling whatever I am towards her.

Why did Tagon choose me? Why is she a physician? Couldn't she have been a seamstress or something? Then we'd never have to cross paths again.

Those words strike a chord deep within me; it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I can't bring myself to accept the only explanation as to why so I continue to peruse my mind for alternate reasons.

She whimpers, stealing my attention away from my internal dilemma; my lack of discipline and control over my own emotions is alarming and I'm sure she's the root of it. I don't dare turn around to find out why and continue charging ahead. She'll catch up, she's probably fine. I repeat this over and over in my mind to keep myself from giving in to the temptation of caring. "Wait!" She calls out to me with urgency and I only feel a little guilty for pretending not to hear.

Though I'm proved right in the assumption she'll keep up, I'm startled when a small hand shoots out to grip my wrist. She tries to yank me back, but her strength makes for a small comparison with mine. I steal a glance at her hand grasping onto mine for support. Thinking about her touch sets off a fluttering feeling inside my chest. It's foreign and though I'm very much concerned for myself, it feels mildly pleasant. I can feel her warmth seep into my bones. I exhale slowly and silently; weakness is not something I'm allowed to reveal.

To anyone.

But I find myself letting my guard down when I'm with her.

"I just need a moment... to catch... my breath." She breathes in response. Her breathing was irregular and her chest heaved up and down as she collapsed onto the ground and closed her eyes. I move my hand to illuminate her face with my torch as I read her expression carefully.

Her cheeks were flushed red; a few droplets of sweat fell from her forehead, trickling down her temple and jaw, before disappearing into her clothes. I swallowed thickly to dispel any less than reasonable thoughts from my brain. I almost gave in to the temptation to reach out - push back the loose strands, now framing her face, having fallen from her braid.

While she seemed to be genuinely overcome with fatigue, I knew better than to stop in the middle of the woods at night. "It's dangerous if we stop here-"

"I can't go on any further. Besides I've slept in the woods plenty of times and nothing's happened. We'll be-" A knife flew past her head and lodged itself into the tree beside her. She screams, scrambling to her feet in an instant to hide behind me. I might have found the sudden change in her behaviour amusing had it not been for the situation we were in.

Focus Yangcha. You were assigned to protect her, nothing more and nothing less.

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I waited behind Yangcha, mentally cursing myself for my actions. I should be embarrassed, but right now I couldn't focus on anything with my heart thrashing wildly inside my chest. Is this it? Am I going to die? There's so much I haven't done... like open my own clinic in town and... fall in love and... have my first kiss. Asa sin, that's the least you could grant me in this life. Don't call me to my grave so soon!

I dared a glimpse back at where I'd stood and now could see a group of bandits approaching with torches and an assortment of weapons. "You can let go now." I hadn't realised when I'd moved to grip his hand in the first place, but his words brought me back to my senses. I drop his hand so abruptly, one might have believed I'd burnt it and been acting out of reflex.

I jump back in embarrassment and mutter apologies as I move to stand beside him, making sure a modest distance remained between our shoulders. "So, what should we do?"

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Was leaving really the right thing to do? I mean Yangcha looks strong, but there had to be at least fifteen of them. Maybe twenty! How's he going to handle them all?

Once I'm far enough to no longer hold any sight of Yangcha I slow my pace to a walk and conceal myself behind a particularly wide tree trunk. There, I should wait here for him. He'll come looking for me soon enough.

Though I kept feeding myself these words, I couldn't explain the sinking feeling within my chest. It was eating away at me, not knowing what was happening. I can't just sit here and do nothing.

Yangcha. Are you alright?

I bit my lip out of habit when anxious. It's not fair if he gets hurt because of my foolishness. Maybe if I'd just stayed at camp then none of this would have happened. I should go back he might need my help. Yet despite these thoughts, I couldn't will my feet to move. I was frozen with fear. I took a deep breath and negotiated as best I could against my survival instinct and voice of sanity; after which I emerged victoriously and strengthened my resolve. I move out from behind the tree and begin running back towards the direction I came - back towards Yangcha.

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When I arrive there are only two men left standing, both taking swings at Yangcha. Yangcha moves quickly and elegantly in battle as he renders each individual incapacitated within seconds of confrontation. Maybe I'd underestimated him. I mean the man hadn't broken a sweat during our trek back to Arthdal. Am I really that unfit?

No, it can't be. I'm a physician, the very advocate of a healthy lifestyle. Yangcha just has a warrior body. Some people are blessed with fabulous genes.

Despite his finesse and evident skill in battle, he was still outnumbered. Though each time he came close to injury, he's acted quickly to avoid it, I couldn't help the way my heart constricted every time a bandit got particularly close to scratching him. This can't be healthy for me. I thought each time I exhaled in relief. I tapped my fist against my ribcage, hoping the knocking would wake up my heart.

Why am I so worried? It's not like I'm the one they're fighting... but if Yangcha loses then I won't have anyone- that's it. I'm concerned for my own survival.

Ahh! That's why you're so jumpy, I understand. But get control of your breathing _____!

Thank my inner conscious. I knew you'd believe me! Asa sin, please protect us and let me get home to Arthdal in one piece... alive and breathing! Just thought I'd add that in case you thought of any funny business.

By the time I awoke from my streams of thought, I caught sight of a bandit shifting on the ground in search of a weapon. Yangcha was still preoccupied with suffocating another with his chain and given his back to the target it didn't look like he was going to address the matter any time soon.

Without thinking of the consequences, I called out to warn him of the figure looming behind him. "Yangcha! Behind you!" If he was at all surprised by my outburst, he gave no such signal except for the way he swiftly manoeuvred the body in his grip, allowing the enemy to embed his partner with his axe. The last bandit moved with haste towards me, but Yangcha was sharper. Just before the man could grasp me, Yangcha threw the fresh corpse aside and wrestled the last one into a chokehold before placing his hands upon either side of his head.

Before I could even think to cover my ears, the whimpers came to an end with a loud crackling sound. The body slumped to the ground, its head rocking back and forth from the impact. I winced, covering my eyes in fear as the image burnt into the back of my mind.

There was nothing but silence. My usually indomitable curiosity tried to entice me into taking a peek at my surroundings - see what's going on - but the terror won over. My eyes began to tear involuntarily the more I thought about what had just happened. I didn't know why.

Why am I crying? Why am I scared? The worst has already passed. You've seen people die plenty of times when shadowing your father during work. You've seen the light leave a person's eye... though it wasn't quite in the same setting.

I'm not hurt... or at least, I don't feel any pain.

So why am I afraid?

As these questions swarmed my mind, at least I could be comforted that he couldn't see me. I could be reassured by the fact my hands, albeit trembling, covered my fright. I didn't want him to think I wasn't grateful, or that I was frightened of him.

I wasn't.

Or at least I didn't think it was him. When he finally drew near, though refraining from contact, his warmth and steady breathing provided a momentary distraction from my disquietude. As my thoughts shifted focus to Yangcha I found my muscles relaxing. My hands stopped trembling and now I was overcome with a very different emotion. I was hyperaware of everything about us. I can sense his body next to mine, I just know his eyes are following my every movement and suddenly this makes me nervous.

I gulp down the saliva that had collected in my mouth and bow my head before slowly removing my shield. I inhale deeply but can't bring myself to exhale, nor can I lift my gaze to meet his. I don't know what I'd see in those eyes or written across his face; resentment towards my stubbornness, vexed for disobeying him, fed up with my emotions.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I hoped sincerely it wasn't the last.

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So this is my first writing time writing for Arthdal Chronicles. It's been a while since I've gotten into the creative flow of things, but I hope it was an enjoyable piece. I only hope to improve my writing and storyline from here!

I think I might write a second part to this because there wasn't really any resolution...

#Yangcha x reader #arthdal chronicles #kdrama imagine

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