#got7 royal au

[herwonderland7]

Royal Family of Morian Kingdom

THE RETURNED KING, KING MORIAN

“I will protect the kingdom till my last breath.”

name ― Aquilles Morian Nikolaus

species ― Titan God, Werewolf

titles(s)― King Morian

personality ― Considerate, Daring, Forgiving

PRINCE JAEBEOM

“I'm sorry.”

name ― Lim Jaebeom

species ― Wolf-Shifter, Alpha

titles(s)― Prince Jaebeom

personality ― Attentive, Dominating, Responsible

PRINCE MARK

“Look who's back.”

name ― Mark Tuan

species ― Wolf-Shifter, Beta/Warrior

titles(s)― Prince Mark

personality ― Attentive, Reserve, Supportive

PRINCE JACKSON

“I prefer to be single after seeing how Jaebeom's relationship is like.”

name ― Jackson Wang

species ― Wolf-Shifter, Delta/Warrior

titles(s)― Prince Jackson

personality ― Companionly, Fun-loving, Silly

PRINCE JINYOUNG

“Thank Wonderland you visit us. I'm getting a huge headache whenever we have to go back to work, which is the palace itself.”

name ― Park Jinyoung

species ― Wolf-Shifter, Beta

titles(s)― Prince Jinyoung

personality ― Caring, Empathetic, Possessive

PRINCE YOUNGJAE

“Please, please, please teach him. I think I'm going crazy the more I chase after him.”

name ― Choi Youngjae

species ― Wolf-Shifter, Healer (Professor)

titles(s)― Prince Youngjae

personality ― Empathic, Observant, Optimistic

PRINCE BAMBAM

“..Didn't know he grew up to be a rebel.. like his Dad...”

name ― Bambam

species ― Wolf-Shifter, Hunter

titles(s)― Prince Bambam

personality ― Charming, Sassy, Transparent

PRINCE YUGYEOM

“Give him some time, he is in the rebellious phase.”

name ― Kim Yugyeom

species ― Wolf-Shifter, Omega

titles(s)― Prince Yugyeom

personality ― Genuine, Loyal, Sentimental

PRINCE JUNO

“..I'm disgusted to be related to you.”

name ― Lim Leon Juno

species ― Demigod

titles(s)― Jaebeom’s Hidden Son, Son of The Unfortunate Princess

personality ― Energetic, Individualistic, Observant

THE HEAD GARDENER, IRIS

“I'm happy, thanks to King Morian and Queen Aerina!”

name ― Iris Reiter

species ― Nymph

titles(s)― Head Gardener of Morian

personality ― Daring, Focused, Patient

THE HEAD OF MORIAN'S ORPHANAGE, MIRIANA

name ― Miriana Amabel

species ― Amazon

titles(s)― Head of Morian's Orphanage

personality ― Carefree, Daring, Friendly

KINGDOM OF MORIAN [mood board], characters : Morian Royal Family

KINGDOM OF AERINA [mood board], characters : Aerina Royal Family

KINGDOM OF ATHENIAN [mood board], characters : Athenian Royal Family

KINGDOM OF NEO [mood board], THE JUNGS [mood board], characters : Neo Royal Family - 127, DREAM, WAYV

KHIONEA, THE FALLEN ICE KINGDOM [mood board], characters

her wonderland : for infinity [the 3rd adventure]

#her wonderland : for infinity #her 3rd adventure #got7 au #got7 fantasy #got7 royal au #got7 royal #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines

[sweetestofchaos]

Dancing with him like this, she forgot about everyone watching. For a moment she closed her eyes and felt the floor melt from underneath her feet. They were in the clouds, her steps lighter than air as they twirled around the ball room.

“You’re doing wonderful.”

His voice pulled her back to Earth and her cheeks warmed from the sudden praise. Opening her eyes, she started into his sparkling orbs, dark and rich.

“Thank you.”

He smiled and slowly came to a halt as the song ended. Keeping her hand in his, he led her away from the dance floor and over to the refreshment table.

“Would you like drink?”

That time Prince Mark saw Princess Y/N for the first time and he knew it was love at first sight.

Tag: @proudahgase-got7

#soc mark #mark tuan moodboard #poc moodboard #royal au #got7 mark #black reader #kpop ambw #black princess #exqueuese me

[yer-cute-when-you-scream]

Prince BamBam~ Royal!AU

WARNINGS: Fluff, Some Violence

A/N: heyo i’m back bitches also this is trash im so sorry i may redo this

Prince BamBam is very dashing, elegant, and confident.  

He knew how good looking he was, but he never let it go to his head.  

He takes very good care of himself, always wanting to look his best.

He was very skilled in hand to hand combat, as the King wanted him to learn for “just in case” purposes.

BamBam never thought he would have to use it one day

He seemed to take after the King in more ways than one.  

The King was handsome, his looks and charismatic personality could captivate you; and he knew this.  

The Queen was a marvelous woman, she was fierce, strong, and also very kind; which was unexpected to some.

BamBam was their pride and joy, they wanted the best for him...which is why they invited the royal family of a Princess they thought would be the best for him.  

BamBam was shocked and upset when he found out about this, he didn't even like her, let alone want to marry and rule a kingdom with her.  

He didn't have a love like that for anyone...well, he thought that he didn't.  

You continued to stitch up your dress for your performance at the opera house later that night as your best friend, BamBam, paced back and forth, letting out a frustrated sigh as he ran his hand through his hair, “How could they do this to me? I thought I made it clear to them that I don't want to be with her!”  

BamBam is supposed to be attending the Opera with his parents, the neighboring Princess, and the neighboring King and Queen.  

After he was informed about it, he immediately fled to your home in the Kingdom, needing to vent to someone he could trust.  

“How awful could she be?” you asked, curious about why he seemingly loathed this Princess.

BamBam started telling you about how stuck up and rude she is, how he couldn't stand being near her because she would link her arms with his, she already had it in her mind that BamBam was her future spouse.

You couldn't help but feel slightly jealous. You’ve always tried to suppress your feelings for your friend, I mean he is a prince; but they always come back in moments such as this one. “I just wish they would understand that I do not wish for this, I would rather rule alone.” BamBam sighed, his head falling down.  

You stop what you’re doing and walk over to him, “It’ll all work out Bam, I know it will, I feel it. Just try to enjoy yourself  tonight, okay? I’ll see after the show, behind the building.” He nods and sighs once more, “I should go back, I need to prepare myself for tonight anyway.” You both say your goodbyes and continue with your dress.  

Hours later, as the night fell upon the sky, you paced backstage in the opera house, nervous about your song you were performing, nervous about BamBam hearing you for the first time.  

Alas, your performance stunned everyone in the theatre, especially BamBam. You had found him in the crowd, locking eyes with him as you belted out the love song for the scene in play.

Neither noticed the Queen looking between you two and gesturing for the King to look, they realized that their son was already in love with someone, it was just a matter of getting you two together. But soon that would play out on it’s own

After the show, you had walked outside, behind the opera house where you were supposed to see BamBam. All of a sudden, a man had you pushed up against the wall, a man who wasn’t BamBam.  

“Hello darling, I must say, you are absolutely to die for.” he breathed into your face.  

You tried to push him away, “Leave me alone,” but he was starting to get forceful.  

“I always get what I want, and I want you.”

Before another thing could happen, the man was ripped away from you and a fight had started, the other man apart of it being BamBam.

BamBam was beating this man almost to a pulp, before you knew it, the man was running away.

“Are you okay?” he asked, frantically. You just nodded.

“Bam...You saved me. Who knows what he could’ve done,” you almost whispered in a cracked voice, tears welling up in your eyes. BamBam immediately came up to you and hugged you, pulling back for a second to look at you, his hand caressing your face.  

“Of course...I-...I love you”

#got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 scenario #got7 imagine #got7 bambam #bambam imagine #bambam imagines #bambam scenario #got7!au #got7 prince!au #got7 royal!au #got7 au

[goopeculiar]

bloom jaebum/jinyoung (+ side!pairings), NC-17, 106730 words. Jaebum may have learned to accept his role as future king, but accepting this new role — the thought makes him sick to his stomach. If he could have, Jaebum would have chosen any other way to present as an omega.

#got7 fic rec #behold: a masterpiece #this whole thing is fantastic #I love royal!AUs #I love ABO fics #what's not to love? #also the whole exploration of the different cultures and traditions #*chef's kiss* #I'm gushing but #this is great #trust me

[marvelous-llama]

GOT7 recs

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Yugyeom x reader (wc - 2.5k) roommates to lovers, mutual pining - fluff One night you couldn’t resist your roommate Yugyeom anymore and finally gave in.

series

#got7 #got7 recs #got7 smut #mark #mark tuan #mark tuan x reader #mark x reader #jay b #im jaebeom #jaebeom x reader #jackson wang #jackson wang x reader #jinyoung #park jinyoung #jinyoung x reader #youngjae #choi youngjae #youngjae x reader #bambam #bambam x reader #yugyeom #kim yugyeom #yugyeom x reader

[flurrys-creativity]

Royal Quest

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) x GN!Reader; Genre: Royal AU, Shifter AU, Historical AU, Angst, Fluff; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: mentions of blood, an accident and bandages, mentions of human sacrifices and fights; Wordcount: 2.094

Summary: Yugyeom got gravely hurt on his quest to kill the ferocious dragon. To his fortune you found him and intended to nurse him back to health. Would he accept that though with you being the ferocious dragon?

A/N: This is part of a deal with @daemour and I finally managed to pull off my part of the deal again!!!!

Yugyeom winced in pain from his sudden movement upon hearing pebbles and boulders rolling further down the mountain. He didn’t know how long he laid there, heavily injured from his fall, but it seemed to be enough time for the first animals to approach.

He forced his eyes open, vision blurry and unfocused, yet he saw something colourful a few feet away from him. A stark contrast to the otherwise grey surrounding. 

With his last strength Yugyeom tried to raise his sword, ignoring the pain that shot through his body. The metal clattered against the stone as he was unable to move his arm at all. Yugyeom bit on his lower lip, refusing to show any weakness. 

As the seventh son of the kingdom, with no chance of ascending to the throne and constantly teased by his older brothers, he grew accustomed to swallowing his pain and hiding his true emotions. For the same reason he decided to leave the safety of the castle and made his way into the mountains in search of the dragon that supposedly terrorised the citizens of a nearby town.

The castle had received a lot of complaints, saying they couldn’t mine any further without the dragon attacking them. The kingdom relied on the riches hidden deep inside these mountains and no dragon should prevent the wellbeing of the kingdom.

Yugyeom’s hand trembled as he still tried raising his sword, showing whatever had appeared in front of him that he wasn’t the simple meal it imagined him to be.

A thought crossed his mind, the possibility of a human having found him. “Who are you?” His voice sounded off, way too deep and raspy for his own liking.

He didn’t get an answer and that colourful thing didn’t move either. Yugyeom sighed and dropped the tension from his arm, his whole body relaxing as much as it could with all the pain numbing it. The thought he started hallucinating either from blood loss or from being alone for so long made its way into Yugyeom’s mind.

Despite the blurry vision Yugyeom tried to keep looking at the splotch of colour. Though even that became too much of a burden and his eyes rolled upwards. 

Dark clouds chased each other far up in the sky, giving the illusion there was no distance between the grey mountains and the grey clouds, the only difference being one of them moved around. A raindrop hit Yugyeom’s face. ‘Great’, he thought and closed his eyes. Though it wouldn’t be much of a difference with the coldness of his skin.

~

The scent of blood made you crawl out of your hideout, following your nose towards the source. You desperately hoped it was only the remnants of a wild animal being killed by a mountain lion or eagle. Anything would be okay, as long as the humans didn’t start sacrificing their animals or worse their own kind again.

It had been centuries since that happened but the horror still haunted your dreams from time to time. You had gone deep into the mountains as a result, far away from the humans in hopes of never crossing them again until a few years ago, when you came home to a ransacked bedroom. Seeing it smashed like that, you had gone berserk.

In hindsight you might have overreacted at that time but your instincts had run wild on that night.

You stopped in your movements, seeing an injured person between debris on the ground. Blood oozed out of several wounds all across the body and the human appeared unconscious until your eyes snapped to the shaking hand, taking note of the sword that clattered against the stone. 

You stood a few feet away from the human, not moving an inch while you observed the situation. Even when a deep male voice spoke to you, you kept silent and waited. Waited until the human actually lost consciousness.

Once that happened you changed your form, your scaly body now towering over the small human being. You grabbed the body with one of your mighty claws, careful as to not hurting him any further. You shielded the body with your other claw after you pushed yourself into the air and glided on the back of the wind. 

When you reached your home, you placed the human on your bed, pulling fur and other soft things closer to his body before you turned into your human form again. You stared at him, contemplating why you brought him into your home.

You didn’t know much about humans but he looked like a fighter with the sword and the shiny plates covering most of his body. You definitely didn’t want any of that near him once he woke up again. It felt like walking on eggshells when you removed those plates, questioning why a human would wear something so uncomfortable. They didn’t bend and move along the body like your scales, you couldn’t imagine he had a lot of freedom moving around in that.

Only after you removed them came the whole severity of his wounds to light, making you swallow harshly. You didn’t want to know how much blood he already lost before you even found him. The possibility this human died in your care became threateningly high. You also didn’t want to imagine what kind of reaction other humans would have if they ever found out. For a moment you wondered whether he would be missed, meaning more humans would come to find him.

You shook your head, trying to get rid of your thoughts. There was only one solution: You had to nurse him back to health and then bring him far away from your home but near other humans so he could show everyone that he was in fact still alive and well.

~

The scent of a warm broth pulled Yugyeom from his slumber. He groaned as he stretched his limbs with closed eyes, wincing slightly from the lingering stinging sensation. 

His eyes opened together with his memories of dying in the rain. Yugyeom pushed himself up and looked around, unfamiliar with his surroundings. He blinked several times while he tried processing his own thoughts and what he saw.

His attention shifted from the cave like room to the bright colours that appeared in the corner of his vision. Blue, green, red, yellow - somehow you had matched every colour he knew in your outfit.

“You’re awake.” You carefully moved closer to him, offering him a wooden bowl with a clear, steaming liquid. “You must be hungry. I can bring you some other things to eat as well.”

Yugyeom hesitantly accepted the bowl with a nod, watching how you turned around and left through a narrow hall. He glanced down at the broth, tentatively sniffing it. It was then that he noticed the linen bandages wrapped around several parts of his body. 

“Don’t move too much”, you interrupted him as you brought steamed vegetables and meat in more bowls. “Your wounds just started closing a few days ago.”

“How long was I out?”

You pursed your lips in thought, placing the bowls next to him, and sat down on the ground. “A week? More or less, I think.” You shrugged with your shoulders. “I wasn’t outside that much.” You looked up at him, tilting your head with curiosity. “Are you warm again?”

Yugyeom stared at you with a confused expression, waiting for you to elaborate. 

“You were very cold when I found you. I had to warm you up a lot!” You kept a safe distance from him and observed his every movement, noticing how he appeared to be in distress.

“Warm me?” Yugyeom sputtered, feeling the heat creeping up his neck and tinting his ears a darker shade of red. His eyes darted around the area, making sure his thoughts were justified - and indeed there were barely any blankets around. He glanced back at your form, desperately trying to pull his mind out of the gutter.

“You look like you’re too warm now.”

Yugyeom choked on air and started coughing violently. He never met a person so straightforward. Even though he was only the seventh prince of the kingdom and got teased relentlessly by his older brothers, he still got treated like royalty by anyone else. Though he had to admit, he liked it.

His eyes landed back on your form, eyes narrowing slightly in thought. “Who are you?” Seeing how you tensed, Yugyeom let his gaze roam around the room one more time. “Also, where am I and where are my belongings?”

“The metal plates and pointy thing?”

Yugyeom nodded, dumbfounded.

“They’re outside. These things are dangerous and can hurt you,” you explained quietly, avoiding eye contact.

“They’re supposed to help me, so I can defeat the ferocious dragon!”

“Ferocious?” You scoffed, barely able to suppress the smoke rolling out of your nostrils. You quickly got up and walked away from the human. “Maybe if the dragon would be left alone, there would be no need for the attacks.”

“Maybe if my people could peacefully do their work up in the mountains, there would be no need to bother the dragon!” Yugyeom sat up completely, feeling irritated by your behaviour.

You turned back around, chest rising in anger. “If their work wouldn’t include invading my home, I wouldn’t have to defend myself!”

Yugyeom’s jaw dropped to the floor. “Your home?” He pushed himself from the bed and hurried over to you, grabbing your upper arm. “You’re the dragon?” His eyes wandered over your form, searching for the tail or horns or even some scales. “How? Aren’t you human?”

You scoffed and raised an eyebrow, even stepping closer to him until your chests touched. “Am I not looking ferocious enough? Am I too tiny, not beastly enough?” You had to tilt your head back so you could properly look at him. It irked you how he looked at you - not in fear or horror, no, he stared at you in wonder. For a split second you even played with the thought of simply shifting right in front of him.

“You’re messing with me.” Yugyeom let go of your arm and stepped back, running his hands through his hair. “Did my brothers set you up for this? They did, didn’t they?” He turned away, scoffing in disbelief, before he turned back around quickly. “How did you even find me? Did you follow me up here?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, rolling your eyes and barely holding in the scoff. You closed your eyes and rolled your head from one side of your shoulders to the other, feeling the tingling underneath your skin as you let parts of your body transform.

Yugyeom could feel his mouth drop open again and his eyes widened as two horns grew on your head and a line of scales appeared on your skin along your hairline. He gasped audibly the second you opened your eyes and to vertical slits stared right back at him. 

“I found you because of the stench of blood in what can be considered my front yard,” you hissed out. 

“Why did you help me?” Yugyeom stared at you in awe, his initial quest completely forgotten. “I don’t understand. You knew why I came to the mountains and you still helped me.”

“Because I’m not a monster unlike what your people love to call me.”

Yugyeom absentmindedly rubbed over the bandages on his upper body. “I can see that,” he mumbled, blinking several times as his thoughts raced through his head.

“So”- you walked over to your bed and sat down - “what are you going to do now, little human?” You got caught by surprise when he sat down next to you, hiding his face in his hands.

“I don’t know.” Yugyeom came into the mountains to slay the dragon that drove away the nearby villagers, but instead he got rescued and nurtured by said dragon. How could he possibly slay you now?

You shifted back into your human form completely. You sighed deeply before you got up and walked towards your kitchen. “Maybe we’ll find a solution that doesn’t involve bloodshed over some cookies and tea.”

“And some answers to my questions, please.” Yugyeom immediately followed you like a lost puppy, thanking you the second he got a cookie. “I think I’ll have some more time before anyone actually searches for me.”

“Because a quest to slay a dragon is quite time consuming,” you joked but nodded nonetheless. “Well, then let us have a heart to heart.” 

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Taglist: @xavi-in-kpopland

#got7writerscollective #kwritersworldnet #kdiarynet #wkcnet #kvanity #kim yugyeom #got7 #got7 yugyeom #one shot #royal quest

[mintimingi]

Soooo I had this idea of a (kinda submissive yandere) idol x reader royal au where the reader is the queen and wife of a lousy king and her and the head knight overthrow him.

But I don't know what idol to write it for. I was thinking Suga (BTS), Heesung (Enhypen), or Mark (GOT7) but I dunno.

But here's a little draft I thought of. Lemme know who I should make this for.

He lowers his head and kisses your hand as he kneels onto the ground.

"it's been done, my queen." He states. "The kingdom is yours. I'm yours."

"well done dear, but we still have much work to do darling." You respond, looking down at the man you knew adored you above all else.

"Of course your highness, I'm ready to serve you however you'd like."

#sub!got7 #sub jackson wang #sub!idol x reader #sub character #gender neutral reader #top reader #dom!reader #sub kpop #sub han jisung #sub skz #sub stray kids #sub idol #sub!bts #sub!kpop #sub enhypen #sub heeseung

[kpopjust4u]

Disobeying royal orders.

Post Date: 6th October 2022 Content: Fluff/Angst - GOT7 Jackson x Reader  WC: 2K TW?: Royalty!Au/ Forbidden love/ Arranged marriage Request?: Yes

Masterlist                                    Prompt list

Prompts: 4 - “You love me, don’t you?” 39 - “I can’t live without you” 50 - “For them, I’ll do anything”

“I refuse to marry a person I have no love for!” Jackson protests his parents, the king and queen. 

It had been on the cards for months that he’d marry someone of their choice, another princess of another kingdom but there was no way Jackson was going to fall into the expectations and the royal rules that you have to marry someone of royal descent. 

The royals look at each other with disgust at their son’s refusal to follow their orders, “Son, she’s a beautiful and young princess that’ll you share love with and have children with, who’ll take the throne after you,” the King sighs, keeping a stern tone of voice.

Jackson refuses to listen to them, attempting to march away from the dinner table, unable to look at their choice of bride for him that sat next to him and ignoring their attempts to call him back to the table.

Before completely leaving the room, Jackson grits his teeth together, looking back at the family who refuse to let him explore his happiness in someone else, “She is beautiful, but she will not be the mother of my children, she will not be my queen”. Then the huge doors slam hard behind him as he makes his way to his quarters. 

The king and queen apologise to their fellow royals, to the princess who almost fell sorry for Jackson, understanding it all too well herself to not want to marry someone purely for their status.

However, instead of going to his quarters, Jackson makes his way through the grounds, heading into the town that follows right outside their gold gates, which stand tall over the city, the castle towering over that even more. 

It didn’t take long for his mind and feet to get him right outside the shop that encased his real love, a commoner in the town who worked night and day for her parents. 

~

“My name’s Y/N,” you shyly announced, unable to comprehend how to act in front of the royal son standing right in front of you, leaning on the counter of your shop. 

The second he laid his eyes on you, he couldn’t picture anyone else in his life. And for what? He was a royal and you were a commoner, a nobody according to his parents who forbid him to fall in love with a village girl. 

“Y/N? Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman,” Jackson smiled, taking your hand into his to place a small kiss on the back of it and butterflies were set off in your stomach.

It was like love at first sight, though it felt wrong with your status differences. Neither of you could go about the day without thinking of the other.

“What brings a royal like you to come into a shop like this?” you asked with the utmost respectful tone on your face, though playfully with your facial expressions, your emotions of love for the royal taking over.

“I came in here to buy something, but now there’s something else I want instead,” he replied with a smirk, taking your hand once again but retracting at an extreme pace when his parents barge into the shop.

The royal’s faces turned into distaste at the sight of their son looking absolutely smitten by you, then turned to you with grimaces on their faces, “Prince Jackson, we have someone we’d like you to meet. Let’s leave this peasant to do her work like a good girl,” they scowled neat the end of their sentence, obviously being pathetic to emphasise his status compared to yours.

~

There you were, admiring the flower beds that cover the grounds outside the castle, and his heart stops for a brief moment. It was like you get prettier every time he sees you.

Kneeling down next to you, he picks a flower from a selection in the bed and places it in your hair which makes you jump at the initial contact, turning to see him smiling sweetly at you. 

At instinct, you get to your feet, bowing to the royal in front of you, rushed to stand up straight when he holds onto your shoulder, “There’s no need to do that, Y/N”.

Pink flushes your cheeks when your name rolls off his tongue too casually, apologising to him as you meet his gaze once more, unable to piece together words.

Jackson giggles at your reaction to his wanting of you to be casual towards him, absolutely despising the fact he’s a royal, to begin with.

Teasing slightly, he points to your cheeks and then to the flower in your hair, “Your cheeks match the colour of the flower, so pretty”.

You thought you were going to pass out on the spot, the prince was complimenting you? You?

“I’m sorry, Prince Jackson. But may I ask why you’re out here?” you politely ask as you resist the urge to sway like a schoolgirl whose crush is giving her the light of day.

“Please, just call me Jackson...” he insists, looking around whilst scratching the back of his head, the crown on his head glistening in the sunlight, “I don’t know why I came out here, but I’m glad I did”.

Urges overtake Jackson’s rational thoughts, his heart acts before his mind, taking your hand, pulling you close to him, as he looks down at you right at his feet, whispering, “I can’t help but think about you everyday”.

At his sudden confession to a silly little town girl like you, you feel your heart beating out of your chest at a rapid pace, knowing you felt the exact same way, though you shouldn’t.

In his grasp, Jackson could feel the slight shake in your hands, worried that he may be making you uncomfortable, “Are you okay, Y/N?”.

Unable to put a string of words together, you nod whilst fighting back a giggle, it was just your nerves playing you as he holds you close to his body.

Again, he was listening to his heart other than his mind, looking deeply into your eyes, seeing a future in them with you as he whispers, “You love me, don’t you?” he asks with curiosity, hoping you’d feel the same as he feels for you.

It feels like you were going to shoot yourself in the foot if you replied honestly, but getting so lost in his eyes, those glistening dark brown eyes of his, you replied with the honest answer without hesitation.

With happiness thriving through every bone in his body at your reply, he goes to place a kiss on our lips but gets cut off by one of the guards ripping you out of his grasp, hearing you shout in protest at the force they used. 

“I demand you let her go now!” Jackson growls, reaching out for you, worried that they’d hurt you, but gets interrupted by his parents coming into sight. 

Anger replaces his happiness seeing them march towards him, face going red with rage as he attempts to pull you out of the guard’s grasp. 

“Make sure she gets back to her shop, make sure that they knows not to leave the town grounds past the start of the flower beds,” the king announces to the guard, gesturing him off with you as Jackson attempts to race after you but gets stopped by another guard holding him back. 

“Now’s not the time or place to act like a commoner, you are a royal, act like it!” his mother scolds him lightly, nodding to the guard to guide him back onto the castle grounds.

“I don’t care about being a royal! All i care about is Y/N!” Jackson screams back the minute they get through the huge doors to the castle entrance, fighting the guard off of him as he takes a stance in front of his parents.

The royals’ expressions drop in disgust at their son’s outburst, the king raising his hand to slap him but the queen stops him, turning their noses up at his “betrayal” of the family.

“You cannot marry a peasant! You’ll bring shame to the entire royal family name!” the king argues back, going head to head with his son as Jackson stands his ground still.

“If that is what it takes for me to be happy, to marry the love of my life, so be it. For her, I’ll do anything,” Jackson replies with a calmer tone, refusing to back down and obey their orders.

This disobedience towards his parents brings them to feel nothing but the shame of him, disgusted by his outbursts and refusal to listen to them.

“You’d really risk everything for that pathetic girl?” the queen snarls in his direction, his sharp tone of voice returns but he manages to keep his expression stern, worrying her. 

A nod in the direction her direction is followed by his struts towards her, his voice low and in anger, “She is not pathetic and yes, I’d risk everything for her. Whether you like it or not, she will be my queen whether I keep the royal title or not”.

For a moment, his mother notices how he wasn’t ever going to give up on you, feeling guilty for speaking such ways about someone her son, whom her two eyes love so dearly. Momentarily wants to apologise for acting out of order, knowing she wouldn’t like it if she was in his situation, but the look she receives from the king makes her straighten up.

“Fine. Go be with her, ruin the family title. Just remember who you are son, who your family is,” she says whilst looking at her husband, who turns his back for a moment from his son, feeling nothing but disgrace for him.

The moment where the king’s back is turned, his mother takes his hand, whispering, “Be happy, son. I’ll talk to your father”.

A brief mouthed, “thank you” forms on Jackson’s lips as he follows up the act, “If you can’t be happy for me, then I want nothing with you all,” he growls before storming out of the castle grounds once again.

His feet tap against the stone floor, racing fast towards your shop with a greeting from the guard who took you away from him, “Let me in,” he hisses, but the guard doesn’t budge. 

“Go speak to the king and queen, you have no buisness here anymore, guard,” and with that, the guard walks away, letting the door be free to access.

Jackson rushes into the shop, walking onto the sight of you sobbing into your hands behind the counter.

Nothing was going to stop him now, nothing. Ignoring everything else, he rushes to your feet, crouching down in front of you as he notices the flower in your lap, ripped to shreds.

“Hey beautiful,” he softly speaks, as you look at him through your hands, eyes tear-stained as you throw your arms around him, then retract quickly, worrying for your lives.

“It’s okay,” he reassures, “There’s nothing to stop us being together now, I can’t live without you”.

In hesitance, you wipe away the tears, looking at the man in front of you as you carefully try to think of what to say to him, wanting to apologise mainly but knowing Jackson, he wouldn’t accept it. 

“What do you mean there’s nothing stopping us?” you ask, coming off a little sarcastic unintentionally but Jackson forgives it, knowing you wouldn’t trust anything at the moment. 

Jackson takes a deep breath as he takes your hands into his, the other hand cupping your face, “I’ll always do anything for you, Y/N. There’s consequences I’ll have to take from my parents but I promise, they won’t get in our way”.

Your face expressed what you were thinking. He was risking his title for you? He was risking facing some pretty serious consequences for you? Just a little commoner you? It seemed ridiculous, but you couldn’t help but feel the happiness you felt before you got ripped away from him.

“I promise to protect you, Y/N. Always,” he continues, smiling when a small one creeps onto your face, eyes creasing at the edges with it, the smile that made him fall in love with you in the first place, “I love you”.

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Do you have a wish list

Of imagines that I want to write? I do! I hope that was the question lol Here's my list:

Idol!Mark x Cop!Reader Mark is pursued by a sasaeng and the reader is assigned to handle the case but she ends up getting too involved with him.

StreetRacer!Jeno x Reader Jeno is the new bad boy in town and the reader's boyfriend's main enemy and she tries to resist the urge to get close to Jeno. Dancer!Haechan x Dancer!Reader Initially as dancers for enemy groups, Haechan and the reader end up becoming partners when she leaves her own group after her ex-boyfriend scandals. Prince!Mark x Reader The story of Prince Mark I mentioned in Kings. He has to hide from enemies of the royal family after they invade and take possession of his kingdom, participating in a royal protection program, he will become a normal guy. Jaehyun x Reader, mafia au! An imagine of got7's yugyeom that I decided to rewrite with Jaehyun. Trapped in the mafia world, Jaehyun reappears in the reader's life at a time when she needed a light. Vampire!Jeno x Hunter!Reader The good old troop of enemies to lovers. Jeno will suddenly be part of an institution of vampire hunters and partner with the reader, who, without knowing why a vampire will help her, tries to keep as far away from him as possible. Youngjae x Reader Based on the movie The Day After Tomorrow. Best friends forever and secretly in love, Youngjae and the reader will have to fight to survive a natural disaster.

I have other ideas in mind but these are the ones I most want to write about.

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vermillion pt. 3 (astriction) - lim jaebeom

pairing: human prince jaebeom + vampire princess female reader

genre: fluff, angst, forbidden love (kinda?), arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, eventual smut, vampire, royalty, fantasy au

word count: 8.3k+

warnings: cursing, mentions of war, depictions of violence, suggestive sexual content

summary: in an effort to end centuries of war, you agree to a political marriage with the enemy. you never considered that your circumstances could allow you to indulge in matters of the heart. that is, until your intended pushes past your boundaries, tempting you with intelligent banter and salacious, midnight promises.

rating: 18+ (mdni)

author’s note: there's a convo here that is inspired by shadow and bone s1 and bridgerton s2! also hope that u guys spot the midnight promise in this part hehe (it's one of my fav scenes that i've ever written!).

[library] [got7 library] [vermillion series]

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astriction (əˈstrikshən) - the act of binding.

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Negotiations are going well, apparently, and the notion has never been more frustrating. You would normally relish smooth political agreements. In fact, you’ve been responsible for the majority of them since your father first allowed you to sit on his council.

This time, however, you are not responsible. You’re now left in the dark concerning your country’s affairs. You know next to nothing about what’s been discussed in the past couple of council meetings. There’s only so much that Suho can divulge without alerting your uncle; after all, that wretched man has eyes everywhere.

You have no one to blame but yourself for this misfortune; allowing yourself to unravel at the hands of a stubborn human prince. So you’ve had to take matters into your own hands.

And you’re anything if not resourceful.

You’ve been sneaking into the archives in the library to read up on all the reports that you’ve managed to get your hands on. At least, that was the plan, until His Royal Highness decided to poke his nose where it doesn’t belong.

The human prince is much more stubborn than you initially gave him credit for, and it’s absolutely infuriating because it seems that for the last week, his presence has become incessant. Constant. Never-ending.

Even when you’re teaching a magic class, or taking a stroll around your father’s gardens, he’s still there, just at the edge of where you can sense his aura, lingering in the corner of your eye like a buzzing insect; slightly irritating upon first sight, but gradually increasing in irritation as its appearance continues.

You attempt to ignore him but your efforts prove futile when he locks eyes with you, as always. The location doesn't matter; he always, always, seems to possess the incredibly annoying skill of finding you. Maybe it’s an accident, but you become distracted within that short second of eye contact anyway. He’s always focused and concentrated, irises dark and glaringly beautiful… It only serves to remind you of the way that he stared at you in that hallway last week.

He’s managed to make your life and responsibilities as Princess Regent decidedly more difficult than it has to be. He’s constantly in your way, stubborn and unyielding but, just the thought of his warm thumb caressing the cool, sensitive skin of your wrist makes your chest clench and your spine arch.

It’s deplorable, truly; the relentless, unforgiving pull that you have towards him.

What you wouldn’t give to escape it.

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Jaebeom is normally quite comfortable with silence. In fact, it’s preferable. For him, nothing is better than tranquil, subdued quiet, especially in combination with the outdoors and a good book.

But at this moment, silence is his absolute worst enemy.

He’s on one of the obligatory, routine, and patronizing walks with you around the palace, and you haven’t said a single word to him since the events of last week. To make matters worse, the rest of his inner circle will be arriving within the evening. 

In a brief moment of distraction, his eyes trail towards the expansive window on his right, extending down the brightly lit hallway. It gives him a distant view of the human party marching towards the vampire capital, the Lim family sigil; a sun pierced by a golden arrow in a field of vermillion, strikingly contrasts the surrounding white snow. Half of him is relieved to have humans around for the first time in months, but the other half is undeniably anxious when the memories of the journey come flashing back. 

It was arduous and rough at the best of times, all because of the harsh climate, cold weather conditions, and eternal night. You would never be able to tell the time of day here, and it’s a far cry from the temperate warmth of the south. While his inner circle is accustomed to less-than-ideal travelling conditions, he’s sure that the pompous, silver spoon royals from that marching party would complain about it. 

Jaebeom nearly wants to pull his own hair out at the stress of it all. He has to defend his people in enemy territory and deal with maintaining a somewhat favourable relationship with his betrothed.

Unfortunately, it’s safe to say that he isn’t doing a very good job at the latter.

Jaebeom is stubborn and enduring, but for some reason, your impenetrable wordlessness chips at his restraint. Every single passing second without a word almost makes him want to scream in frustration. He doesn’t know if he wants to scream at the universe for placing him here, or his father for making him marry you, or you for your unrelenting stubbornness, or himself for being so incredibly attracted to that aspect of your personality, but he just wants to scream.

“You’re upset with me,” he grits out, desperately forcing his urges down. His tone causes you to freeze mid-walk. The muscles in your back visibly tense through the sheer mesh of your dress, and he squeezes his fists even harder at the sight.

“I am not upset,” you answer, and the feigned calmness of your expression makes his blood run hot.

“Tell me what is upsetting you,” he pushes, attempting to decipher if those are the correct words to use. After all, he’s supposed to seduce you in a sense, and he’s been doing a pretty piss poor job at it. But judging by the way that your right eye twitches, those were not the correct words to use.

He should’ve known; you do not take commands from him. Or anyone, really.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop giving me orders?” you answer, your expression starting to become familiar to him again.

He can’t help but allow the corner of his lip to quirk upwards. There we go.

Fiery. Defiant. Confidence that would be confused with arrogance if not for what he’s observed over the last couple of weeks.

“Stop trying to fix something that isn’t there. It is none of your concern,” you add before resuming your walk. His nostrils flare and his jaw tightens, but he forces it down.

“You are my concern because you are my wife-”

“I am not your wife,” you correct viciously, “We are not married.”

Jaebeom re-evaluates, realizing at the moment that reminding you of your attachment to him is a decidedly horrible idea.

“Well, something is bothering you. I apologize if my concern offended you,” he amends, hoping that the added apology will give him something; anything to put him in your good graces.

Instead, you sigh in exasperation and give him the same, monotonous answer that is so far from the truth that it makes every single polite vein in his body to disappear.

He saw you in that room, magic flaring out in spontaneous bursts as you nearly strangled a councilman to a second death. He saw you in that dimly lit hallway, exposed and bare and terrified. He saw you sneak around your own castle as if you’re the stranger, as he is not. Something is definitely amiss and if he has to poke and prod for you to give him the information that he wants, he’ll do it.

“You’re such a shit liar, you know that?”

You stop again. This time, your entire body whips around, eyes narrowing.

“I beg your pardon?” you seethe, stomping over to him with your fists clenching at your sides.

That’s it, he thinks, pleased that you gave him a genuine reaction for the first time in weeks. Anger and frustration make people slip up, and he’s convinced that you are not the exception.

“You,” he challenges with a cock of his head, purposefully asserting himself in your presence, “Are a shit. Fucking. Liar.”

Your jaw clenches at that, nostrils flaring with your brows furrowing deeper than before. If he really pays attention, he’s able to catch that little spark that you get in your eyes when you’re particularly vexed. It’s a sight that he’s accustomed to by now (whether that fact is positive or not, he has no idea.).

Then, just as his gaze drifts away from your eyes, your lips part. Surely, it’s to tell him off. To curse at him. Or, if he’s lucky, you’ll break and tell him exactly what’s been going on.

However, you surprise him by abiding by none of those predictions.

It’s as if whatever you were going to say is now caught in your throat.

It confuses him for a moment, but he catches the sight of his brother speaking to your uncle from the corner of his eye. The two of them are just down the hall; you must’ve sensed them as you explained the other evening. Youngjae is facing away from the balcony, but your uncle is facing it, staring at you both with a leering eye. 

To an outside spectator, nothing about it would be amiss but it’s in the way that you step closer to him, as if to conceal yourself from your uncle’s gaze. That action is uncharacteristic to the woman that he’s come to know as of late, and the contrast has him concerned. Then, he recalls the comments that the King made at one of the previous meetings about you, and it’s starting to make some sense.

He begins to wonder if the relationships within the Styrian royal family are strained because it seems to him that there’s something that’s hidden behind closed doors. That instability could prove to be a vital striking point if his father wants to crumble the Styrian royals from the inside. However, that possibility sinks to the back of his mind when your discomfort becomes glaringly apparent, based on your stiff posture, tightened jaw, and fidgeting fingers.

Remembering his father’s words, he steps into your uncle’s line of vision, meeting your eyes as a consequence. The moment that it happens, you’re brought out of whatever trance that he initially saw.

“Your Highness?” you question, oblivious to his inner turmoil. It seems to him that you’re expecting another insult to be thrown your way but instead, he increases the pace of his steps, tugging you along the length of the hallway and away from your uncle’s invading eyes.

Unaware of his true intentions, you tease him, “What? Run out of insults to give me?”

Jaebeom doesn’t reply. Instead, he ignores your moderately confused face and presses his palm against the base of your back. His face is blank, wordlessly urging you to not look back as his pace hastens.

He wants so badly to seem unaffected, but his brain is not communicating with the rest of him. He’s affected to the degree that his mind continues to battle with his father’s words. He wants to conceal the sudden protectiveness that he has over you, but concern starts to bleed through his stoic façade. You fail to take note, however.

Or, do you?

Perhaps, he is imagining the softening eyes that contrast your icy and distant expression.

The realization, however, comes too late. Before he’s able to give any words of acknowledgement, you pull away from him, as if his touch is a trigger.

“Please take your accusations elsewhere. If you’ll excuse me,” you say over your shoulder, your cordial tone unable to tame the flames that seem to dance behind your eyes.

He should reach out. Ask for more time with you. The lingering sensation of your cool touch against his warm skin does nothing but exacerbate the compulsion. But instead, his attention is caught by a man that he never intends to speak to.

“May I have a word with you, Your Highness?” your uncle asks him, and Jaebeom slowly turns around to see King Jiho’s thin, gaunt face, eyes dim and uncomfortably calculating.

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You need to get away.

From the palace, from this life, consistently plagued by misfortune. 

You remember the time when you could leave the walls of this city. Explore the vast, wintery lands you’ve called home for the past 200 years. To hunt. To use your magic without fear of retribution. To have your father here with you in this very garden, picking snowdrops to tuck into your hair when you’re not looking.

“My dearest,” he would say with a smile and a pinch of your cheek, “My precious gem. My smart and beautiful daughter.”

The memory of your response to him makes you chuckle, even as melancholic as you feel in the moment.

“Not really,” you had said to him, pouty and upset, “Suho says that I scare all the boys at court. They can’t even talk to me! How can I be beautiful if I scare them?”

“Your magic is power. It’s unknown, and that combination scares people. But power doesn’t make you ugly, dearest. I have magic and I’m not ugly, am I?”

Your father’s question made you ponder as a child.

“No, Father,” you answered.

“Does my power scare you?” he asked again.

“Of course not!” you replied, almost offended that he would even imply such a thing. How could his power scare you? Even as a child, you knew that your father had killed people. Humans, you gathered. Yet, his viciousness never extended to his family. Ever.

“See, dearest. Power does not make you ugly or unwanted. Power is like an amplifier. If you are good before having power, your goodness will only be amplified.”

A simplified explanation for a child, but it convinced you for a time.

But decades have passed since then, and it seems that you’re still unable to get past it; the fear of losing control; the pain of being unwanted as a result.

It’s times like these when your heart aches for his presence. What you wouldn’t give to ask for his advice, for him to guide you, one last time. What you wouldn’t give to have your father’s presence at your wedding, arranged or not. Perhaps, in a different universe, you would marry for love, and not for… Whatever you call the relationship that you have with the prince.

But what would he have told you to do in this case? Would he even be able to solve this political turmoil, the corruption that your uncle has allowed in his court? Not only does it feel like you’re surrounded by enemies, it feels as if you’re suffocating under the pressure of it all; your uncle, the court, the judgement of your own people, your impending marriage with that irritating human prince. 

Your father isn’t here anymore. The one person that you could rely on, that you could trust wholeheartedly, is gone, and the loneliness builds in your chest until suddenly, you feel a stream of tears beginning to slip down your cheeks.

“I thought that I would find you here.”

You blink in surprise at Suho’s voice, jolting out of your seated position. In an effort to conceal your tears, you bring the sleeve of your coat to your face, wiping away the signs of sadness.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask softly, sitting back down when your brother joins you on the bench. You turn away, hoping to hide the quiver in your lower lip; a tell-tale sign that you’ve been crying.

“I was asking around for you. No one knows where you went and since this garden is only accessible to the three of us, I figured that this is where you would be.”

“Congratulations on solving that mystery. I’m sure that it was very difficult,” you deadpan, your sarcasm sounding more exhausted than you thought that it would.

“Hm,” he acknowledges, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in silent support, “This was always your favourite place to wallow in your sadness.”

He almost makes you laugh.

“I am not wallowing in my sadness,” you scoff at him, pulling away to slap his arm playfully, “I’m brooding.”

Suho throws his head back in a full, throaty chuckle.

“Ah. Have you also noticed that your future husband is doing the same? Walking around the palace with a poorly disguised scowl all over his face, scaring everyone out of their wits? He’s even managed to make your handmaidens trade their praise for his handsomeness to fears that he’ll wring their necks. I should’ve known that you’d be the cause of it.”

“And what was the cause, exactly?” you feign innocence, but it looks like Suho isn’t taking it.

“You know the cause,” he answers, his playful tone turning serious. Suddenly, it becomes apparent that his purpose for seeking you out isn’t for support or comfort, but to interrogate.

“Is that what you came here for?” you accuse sharply.

There’s a deafening pause before he answers, as if his mind is choosing the correct words.

“We need to discuss what happened last week.”

You blink at your brother, choosing to feign disinterest. You already know how this conversation will go.

“No, we don’t. I am well aware of what I did, and I’m suffering the consequences for it,” you say, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“The arguments. The yelling. It needs to stop. If it doesn’t, the consequences that you will suffer will be far less civilized than they are now,” Suho advises, tone curt.

You scoff at his warning, “Did Uncle send you here to scold me?”

Suho doesn’t respond, so the answer is probably a resounding yes.

“I didn’t know that you started to do his dirty work,” you jab, and Suho’s nostrils flare at that comment. However, his level-headedness remains.

“You need to be careful, Sister. You’re going to get us into a lot of trouble if your recklessness continues.”

“I am not reckless, it’s just that-”

“The human is getting under your skin, isn’t he?” Suho interrupts, and your words stop in their tracks.

Yes, you admit through your body language, unable to put it into words.

“It was a result of being careful of the humans, Brother. I can’t just… Abide by their requests, no matter how simple they might seem to be. So, I am being careful,” you respond instead, ignoring the fact that His Highness was brought up as a talking point.

You would much rather talk about your Uncle than him, at the moment, and just the idea of that makes your skin crawl.

“That isn’t what I meant,” Suho says, causing your head to perk up.

“What do you mean?” 

Your brother sighs before taking a seat next to you, placing a supportive palm on your shoulder.

“You need to be careful of Uncle,”

“I am-”

“No, you’re not. Uncle is capable of cruelty, Sister. Unimaginable cruelty. You weren’t turned when Uncle was in his prime but I was. I saw what he did at the borders when the war was at its worst. I saw what he did to those that disobeyed him. He may not have the strength of a traditional warrior but he always manages to get other people to do his bidding,” he answers. His tone borders on patronizing, and it lights anger inside you.

“I know that he’s a backhanded snake, Brother. I know that.”

“Do you?,” he challenges, his patronizing tone now nearing a full scold, “Do you know the extent of his political power? What lengths vampires will go just to quench their thirst for money or power or glory?”

“He threatened Yuna! You can’t just expect me to just sit there and take it!” you raise your voice at him, and he visually flinches. 

“Of course not, but-”

“But what?”

He pauses, as if contemplating his choice of words.

“We need to be strategic about this,” he finally decides to say, voice softening to the point that only you would be able to hear him. “I know that you’re smart, but we need to be strategic. Know when to pick your battles because Uncle has the power to put you away. All he needs is a small incident to fuel it.”

Your mind locks onto the consequences of the council meeting.

Diplomacy is your specialty when it concerns a party that is outside of your own family. More than good. It allows objectivity and clear thinking. You thought that keeping the humans at a distance would be the objective thing to do but now, you’re able to see that it isn’t.

Your uncle is adamant about getting you married off. Nearly to the point where he’s willing to abide by the foolish requests from the humans. You’ve known from the start that he’s wanted to get rid of you somehow, so you’ve acted in direct defiance of that. But after Suho’s words, the true path is revealing itself.

“Heed Uncle’s requests for now. Do what you can do within your power to keep us safe.”

Your eyes narrow at the way his eyes seem to plead for your compliance. 

You know that your brother hates your uncle just as much as you do. In addition, he was just as against the engagement as you were. So the question is, why is he suddenly abiding by your uncle and this marriage?

“What are you up to, Brother?” you ask cautiously, looking straight into his eyes. You’re careful, but unwavering.

He laughs the question off.

“So calculating, Sister. Always trying to decipher and get the upper hand,” he teases, moving in for a hug. He wraps his arms around you, comforting and strong. Then, he whispers a promise so secure, so serious, so incredibly unlike your brother that it’s terrifying.

“You’ll find out soon enough. But know that I will protect you. Both of you. Always.”

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“She’s difficult, isn’t she?” 

Jaebeom presses his lips together, unsure of how to respond to King Jiho’s question. 

Should he play on your uncle’s side and agree? Remain neutral? Or should he oppose him and take the stance of a protective lover?

Jaebeom decides on the truth instead. 

“She is unlike any woman that I’ve ever met,” he responds. Well, it’s some form of the truth, at least.

The King chuckles, “Well for starters, she’s a vampire. I cannot imagine that you’ve met very many.”

Jaebeom’s jaw clenches slightly at the latter comment, but he refrains from allowing any more of his emotional response to seep through.

“I have, actually. I fought in the wars, Your Grace,” he answers as calmly as he can, ignoring the slight jab of the King’s words. He essentially implied that he did not leave the capital to fight a war that’s been raging since his birth.

What kind of person did he take him for?

“Apologies for my presumptuous comment,” he says cautiously, “I nearly forgot that you did. After all, the years that you’ve spent on the battlefield pales in comparison to my own.”

Ah, yes. The classic vampire condescension appears once again. 

It’s no wonder that you’re so apprehensive around him, and it only serves to make Jaebeom wonder how he’s been treating you. This is his first private conversation with the man, and he can already gather that his intentions are less than honourable. 

This vampire king is slimy, and that fact makes Jaebeom angrier than he already is.  

“Why the serious face? We will be a family soon, Jaebeom. And I'll be here to watch over your blossoming relationship with the Princess until the end.”

The King speaks in thinly veiled threats. Whether he’ll make good on those threats, Jaebeom isn’t sure. So, he airs on the side of caution and represses the scathing retort that threatens to slip from his lips. Instead, he shifts the conversation to you, hoping that the conversation will just be seen as a man attempting to learn more about his intended, and nothing else.

“I’m sure that you want to protect your niece, so I am confident in your watchful eye,” Jaebeom replies, internally scoffing. If the past week has taught him anything, it’s that you don’t need to be watched or protected, least of all by your uncle. If anything, Jaebeom is beginning to believe that you would flourish away from the restrictions of the palace, away from the scrutiny of royal life.

Just like him.

“I look forward to giving her hand to you,” King Jiho says, and the presumptuous undertone has Jaebeom’s fists clenching behind his back. The King is either ignorant or foolish to believe that you are his to give away, to use as a pawn in his scheming. 

But is Jaebeom any better? He reminds himself that he’s doing the same; using you for his scheming. For his agenda. 

For his father’s agenda.

The inkling of guilt that’s been developing over the past week is only intensified with the realization. 

“Are you two especially close?” Jaebeom pushes a little, just to see what his response would be. The King’s eyes narrow, just slightly, before answering.

“She is my brother’s precious daughter,” he replies, and Jaebeom takes note of the way that his eyes flash with betrayal; with anger when he says precious daughter. “So of course, we are close. But, this conversation would probably be more conducive if we speak about the Princess when she is present. Perhaps, you both could join me for tea after your family arrives?”

Jaebeom immediately recognizes the invitation as another ploy for him to dig his nails into both you and himself; to grasp onto that control that he so desperately craves. 

He’s a small, pathetic man, but Jaebeom nods anyway, and bows to feign respect. 

“I’ll leave it to the Princess to accept that invitation,” he answers confidently.

Predictably so, the King’s brow twitches in irritation. How annoying it must be to allow you to make an autonomous decision. Now, Jaebeom understands why you possess such vitriol for him. 

With that understanding, Jaebeom allows himself the luxury of giving the King a raised brow and a smug smirk. Then, he bows again. This time, he bends a full, mocking 90 degrees and walks away without another word, once again ignoring the guilt that continues to infect his mind.

And it works, for a time.

He speaks with his father an hour later, which refocuses him on his mission. He’s here to marry you. To gain access to vampire knowledge, previously inaccessible to humans since the war first began. He very well might be the first in four generations to have the opportunity to do so, and he knows that he cannot fail under any circumstances.

No matter how much the better part of his subconscious wants to.

But Jaebeom is beginning to realize that forgiveness and civility is a luxury that he will never have. Not when his mother’s mutilated body continues to haunt his dreams. Not when his father and his entire country is counting on him to end this war.

Permanently.

Yet, when he finally has a chance to sit in his chambers to write, he’s finding it harder than he anticipated.

This must be the thousandth military report that Jaebeom has written over the course of his life, but this one is slowly but surely becoming the most difficult.

His chambers are dark, save for the warm glow of the candles and the lamp in the corner of his desk. The quill in his left hand is wet with invisible ink, but the tip fails to make contact with the parchment.

Half of his report has been written, mostly concerning his own health and the structure of the vampire royals. Jaebeom details the layout of the palace in detail; from the courtyard and the gardens to the training grounds and the armoury. While his father is in Styria, such verbal conversations within the country could be dangerous. The nature of his true mission is contained to his father, Jinyoung, and himself. Youngjae doesn’t even know, and Jaebeom aims to keep it that way with these discrete, bi-weekly reports. He can’t trust anyone.

Especially, you and your face and your voice and your alluring, terrifyingly powerful magic.

Surely, his father would want the details of your power; strengths and weaknesses. He already knows that you can sense auras from approximately two meters away; he didn’t even have to try to get that piece of valuable information.

He sighs out, pressing his palms against his eyelids in exertion. He has to get into your good graces. To be a good husband. To act the part.

He must. 

Jaebeom knows that you crave freedom. Autonomy. The ability to use magic without being terrified of scrutiny. He saw it with his own eyes. So, he’s going to give it to you. 

At least, the idea of it. 

The last subject that needs to be addressed is the vast repository of information that could be made available to him. After following you around the palace, he finally managed to get something that could prove fruitful.

The palace library.

There must have been hundreds and thousands of shelves filled to the brim with scrolls, books, and manuscripts, some of which had titles that he managed to recognize. The only difference is that those were first edition copies that date back to the times when the war had just started.

Not only were there works of literature that attracted him, but there were also pieces that detailed everything there is to know about vampire society and its vast history. Jaebeom was only able to take a brief glance, but he saw enough to understand the collection is an incredible find for their cause. It’s exactly what they’ve been looking for. The assortment could inform them of Styrian secrets that humans would never be able to get a hold of, until now.

All he needs to do is write that information down and give it to his father, but his hand fails to write them down at a normal speed.

There isn’t much time before the Alcasian’s reach the palace, so there isn’t a second to waste. But, his writing is almost lethargic; messy and unmotivated. On a surface level, he did what he had to do to get the information that he needed. But that doesn’t help the uncomfortable, nearly suffocating sensation that begins to bubble out from his chest and into his throat with each stroke of the quill. It’s almost as if he feels…

Shame?

No, he reminds himself, no.

He blinks rapidly before shaking his head to refocus.

Pressing the tip of the quill to the parchment, he continues to write, ignoring the gut-wrenching guilt that continues to fester in his mind.

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“Princess?”

“Mmhm?” you nod in the midst of your distraction, turning your head in the direction of the sound.

“I don’t know how to control the sparks,” a little dark-haired boy tells you, jutting his hands out with a flickering, uncontrolled flame in the centre. He pouts, and the endearing sight makes your chest swell.

Right. Your task at hand is this magic lesson to the freshly turned vampires. Freshly turned, meaning that they can handle their bloodthirsty impulses to be around the general public, but not in control of their magic to not pose some form of danger. Your father had organized a program specifically to integrate vampires turned as children, and you’ve been the head since he passed.

And unfortunately, more and more vampire children have been showing up lately. Most of them come from the border, where the fighting was the thickest and most prevalent.

“Here,” you start by placing your palms underneath his small hands, “You’re putting too much magic into your hands, and too much of it means that it’s hard to wield. Try to concentrate on it, sweetheart. It’s like squinting your eyes when you try to see anything far away.”

The little boy nods cutely, and the stray sprigs of his hair bounce with each movement of his head. It takes a second, but the wild sparks eventually calm down to a small, controlled flame in the center of his palms, flickering with warmth. The rest of the students gasp in awe, rushing towards the little boy in fascination.

However, the small flame only lasts for a couple of seconds before dissipating, the boy panting with exhaustion as his hands swing at his sides.

“That’s so hard, Princess!” he pouts, slumping onto the ground with the other children circling him.

“It’s supposed to be hard. You have to train for a long time to control it,” you explain, tone softening in an effort to not seem too imposing or strict.

“How long did it take you, Princess?” a little girl asks, blonde pigtails swinging as he turns her head in the direction of your voice.

“A long time,” you answer, pausing to demonstrate on a physical object. Your eyes dart around to spot an object; any object, before deciding on a lit column candle that rests on the candelabra across from you. With a practiced twist of your wrist, you carefully lift up the candle from the candelabra and bring it in front of your students.

“It took me a very long time to be able to lift something without flinging it across the room or crushing it,” you laugh, basking in the collective sounds of pure, childlike discovery. The mere awe in their voices nearly heals the restless, unrelenting anger that you’ve been experiencing as of late, courtesy of that damned human prince.

“What kind of magic do you have, Princess?” another child asks, peering up at you with wide eyes.

“Energy. Everything in the world has energy, living or not. So, I can move and control that energy around and manipulate objects and the space within it,” you state simply, albeit worried that the complexity of the information will go over their little heads. So, you begin to add to that explanation with simpler vocabulary. However, your mind gradually strays toward his human Highness and company, who are situated on the balcony above.

And the human Highness in question is currently venturing down the stairs to probably spark up some unwanted conversation, on your part.

You truly cannot escape him.

With an exasperated sigh, you walk over to deal with him, allowing the children to practice as planned.

“I am clearly busy, Your Highness,” you say to him, unimpressed. You would almost feel sorry for the tone that you’re taking with him, if it wasn’t for the fact that he stripped you of a responsibility that you greatly enjoyed. That, and the fact that he is the way that he is.

“Normally, a simple hello is customary when greeting someone,” he scowls, eyes sharpening in displeasure.

“I saw you three hours ago.”

He pauses to allow a small smirk to creep onto his face, manifesting into a slight quirk of his brow, “I cannot want a hello from my wife?”

You don’t bother to correct him this time around.

“I’m not entirely sure that you deserve a hello from me,” you give him a false, simpering smile instead. If you’ve learnt anything about him over the past month, it’s that he hates it when you take him down a peg. Or a couple of them, really.

“You just said it,” he responds matter-of-factly. His words almost make you physically recoil, and it seems that he’s noticed. The scowl from a couple of seconds ago is morphing into a smug smirk. Clearly, he’s pleased with the way that his wit caught you off guard.

“I believe that I’ve made it abundantly clear that I do not wish to see nor speak with you,” you sigh, much too preoccupied to entertain his teasing. You haven’t had any conversations of substance since what occurred last week, and you intend to keep it that way for as long as possible.

He should at least allow you to savour what’s left of your freedom before taking you away from your family.

So, you begin to turn away, spinning on the balls of your feet. Unfortunately, you only make it a couple of steps before you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist.

Despite the rough callouses, his touch is tender and warm; so warm…

“Your uncle has made it apparent to me that-”

You shake your head.

“My uncle,” you interrupt, yanking your wrist from his grip before glaring into those sharp eyes of his, “Can fuck off. And I recommend that you do the same.”

And with that, Jaebeom nearly recoils. You can see it. But then, his momentary surprise quickly disappears, replacing itself with the infuriatingly characteristic smirk that makes your entire body heat up.

“I believe that is the first time that I’ve ever heard you curse,” he almost smiles, stalking closer until he’s only an arm’s length away. Then, he leans in; just a bit, and his voice descends into a whisper, “Who knew that the Princess Regent would have such a filthy mouth?”

Your nostrils flare in irritation, and you’re hoping that it disguises the fluttering in the pit of your stomach after he implies that you have a filthy mouth…

“Fuck. Off,” you try to spit out the insult with a smile on your face, but you’re not entirely sure if it worked. Instead of dwelling on it though, you turn around and walk away, as if nothing riled up your temper. That was the plan at least, until you nearly ran over a pair of students in the process.

“Who’s that, Princess?” one of them asks, peeking to the side to catch a glimpse of him. They slowly waddle over to him until their brows furrow and their nose scrunches in disgust.

“Smells like a human,” they say, immediately retreating. An almost protective barrier is formed between yourself and Jaebeom, your students seemingly intent on shielding you from him.

“This is His Highness, Prince Jaebeom from the human lands. He’s my…” you trail off, trying to search for the right word to describe him. Enemy? Bane of your existence? Eternal annoyance?

“Intended. We’re getting married,” he answers for you instead, taking a single step forward before bowing to your students respectfully. Although there is a healthy distance between Jaebeom and the children, your students seem wary of his presence. That prediction of yours proves to be correct because the little boy with the fire magic leaves the protective huddle to say, “You’re not allowed to marry the Princess.”

Your jaw drops at his words. Part of you is impressed by his outspoken behaviour but the other half is mortified. If anyone else overheard, they would start to question your abilities as an educator and then your uncle will have you thrown off the project and-

“Sounds like I have some competition,” Jaebeom chuckles after laughing loudly, the bass-like sound almost echoing in the room. Then, he crouches down to ruffle the little boy’s hair, and the expression that he has on his face is…

Almost pleasant.

Almost.

Strangely, it’s enough to have you abide by whatever he wants to ask of you. So, you ask, “What is it that my uncle requested of me?”

Jaebeom’s eyes widen marginally, likely surprised by your compliance.

“The Alcasian’s are here. We are to meet them with you, at my side,” he answers, and you swallow at the way he emphasizes the last couple of words.

You, at my side.

You’re cautious, still, but you nod regardless. You need to meet the humans anyway, so why waste the chance at the protection of an escort?

Surely, this feeling is that. The need for an escort. It’s practical.

So, make your leave after waving for Corvus to supervise the children in your absence.

Jaebeom urges you away with a gentle hand on the base of your spine; it’s a habit that you’re beginning to notice from him. The familiar warmth of his palm seeps through the fabric of your dress. However, this time, you feel the sensation of his palm gliding across your lower back with a pressure that feels utterly illicit, and captures your attention with his opposite hand on your chin. With a slight crook of his knuckle, you meet the dark eyes that you’re begrudgingly accustomed to staring into.

“Just to let you know, I am not abiding by your uncle’s wishes,” he tells you softly, and your eyebrows raise in surprise and suspicion.

“It is at my command to have you on my arm when I greet my family, not King Jiho’s,” Jaebeom continues, and the tone that his voice takes is no longer playful. Not like before. He spits out your uncle’s name and title as if he possesses the same degree of venomous hate that you do. Then, he leans in for what seems to be a kiss, until he tilts his head towards your ear at the very last second.

“I want you at my side as my equal,” he whispers, and if you weren’t squeezing your fists together, you would surely gasp at his admission, “I want them to know who their future queen is.”

You’re unable to restrain the shock that you’re surely displaying all over your face. Your jaw is open, eyes wide. Realistically speaking, becoming Queen isn’t possible. Suho is next in line, not you. He might be the Crown Prince of his country, but you cannot rule his people either. You cannot live with him in Alsace; you’ll die the second you step foot in the light of the sun, out of the magic that shields Styria. However, the fact that he’s willing to give you that… 

“I’m confused, I cannot be a queen, I-”

“Why are you so against the idea of it? Why do you constantly fight me? Once I marry you, I will give you the autonomy you desire. The freedom that you so desperately need. There will be peace. Isn’t that what you want?” Jaebeom asks, but freezes mid-sentence, likely realizing that it came out harsher than he intended. 

“Of course, I want peace!” you nearly yell, pulling away from his touch, “But can’t you see? Marrying you will be the end of my freedom, and it’s presumptuous for you to believe that it’s something for you to give me. I’m not even able to attend council meetings anymore, courtesy of your ridiculous policies, need I remind you. I’ll be separated from my brother and my sister who need me. Once I marry you; once you attempt to control me… I cannot protect my people and my family from my uncle, and you’ll force me to-”

You cut yourself off, ashamed that you’ve revealed so much already. 

“You should see your family yourself. Please give them my regards,” you finish, unable to fight any longer. You begin to walk away, but you should know better by now. 

His Highness never allows you reprieve. He never allows you to simply walk away. He has to fight and argue and irritate and-

Your breath catches when you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist. But this time, there is no force. He doesn’t pull or jerk you towards him. Instead, he keeps his distance, save for the thumb that begins to rub warm, soothing circles on the inside of your wrist. Your skin suddenly feels sensitive, as if your skin is being pulled and drawn tighter with each second in his presence.

“Do you truly hold me in such low esteem?” his voice is soft, almost small, eyes seemingly on the cusp of tears.

You’re taken aback by the change in emotion, but actively choose to ignore the guilt that’s beginning to slice into you by replying, “You haven’t given me a reason to think otherwise.”

“Do you hate me that much? To the extent that you’re unwilling to give me a chance; to give us a chance?” he responds, and his usage of us makes your chest clench. He could be referring to his people; to humans as a whole, and part of you wants so desperately to believe that is true.

But your cursed mind wanders, betraying you by believing that he’s referring to your marriage. To whatever relationship that could come about from this absurd arrangement.

“I do hate you.”

A lie.

“Have you ever wanted to kill me?” 

“Yes.”

Another lie.

His eyes narrow immediately, chin jutting out as it usually does when he becomes angry.

“Why is it that you continue to be a shit fucking liar?” he seethes, and you see red. You yank the hand that remains in his hand in an attempt to storm off, but his grip is too strong. Instead, he pulls you in with a force that leaves you dizzy. His eyes, concentrated and mesmerizingly dark, bore into yours with such intensity that you’re beginning to understand why your handmaidens became so afraid...

Terrified that this human prince would wring their necks.

“Look me in the eye and say that. Say that you hate me. Say that you want to kill me. Because if you actually wanted that, you would’ve done it already.”

Your body freezes at his accusation, magic beginning to slip through the cracks of your façade. Fists clenching, you try so desperately to rein it in. 

“And what of you? Do you hate me? Do you want to kill me?” you challenge, barely able to get the words out without sounding shaky, “ You want revenge for the humans that we’ve killed, don’t you? I’m sure that bringing back the head of the Princess Regent would be a great fucking triumph. Oh, the sheer glory that you would bask in.”

Upon the assertion slipping from your lips, the greatsword strapped to his hip becomes glaringly apparent. He tugs, forcing you just a little bit closer. His brows furrow; out of frustration or anger or effort, you’re not sure, but the tension on his face eases as soon as it appears.

“I don’t want glory,” he breathes against you, “I just want this war to be finished.”

He sounds utterly wounded, as if pleading for his life. The desperation of his expression, the darkness of his eyes. You almost want to secede. So before you know it; before you’re even aware of how breathy and meek he’s made your voice, you say, “Your Highness, I-“

“I know that you do not want to marry me,” he pauses with a swallow, tightening his hold on your wrist, just barely, “Frankly, I do not want to marry you either. I do not take commands very well. I’m sure that you understand,” he continues, almost chuckling at his own misfortune.

“I also know that I cannot promise peace. I understand that. I apologize for antagonizing you but I am not going to apologize for those policies, because I truly believe that it's what's best for my people. I also cannot promise that I won’t continue to fight your backward and completely absurd vampire customs but I will promise you this,” his eyes soften exponentially, and the sight of it causes your breath to hitch, “I will not harm you. I will never force you to do anything. I promise that I will be a good husband to you. A good father, if you would bless me with children one day. I will remain faithful. I will not make you feel as if you have no say in this marriage. I know that my existence in your life would be but a fleeting memory but I will treat you well, and hope that those short memories in your long life will be your fondest.”

For the first time since meeting him, you’re speechless. You have nothing to say. Your mind is blank.

“I might be the biggest fool who ever lived to make grand promises to such a terrifying woman,” he smiles at you, and it’s as if heat is starting to bleed into your body, “I also won't lie and say that your magic isn't one of the most terrifying things that I've witnessed. But I am not afraid of you. I see you. So in fact, use your power all you want, I don’t care. And if that opinion makes me a fool, so be it.”

“Your Highness, I almost killed someone,” you counter, unable to believe that a human would be so unafraid when your fellow vampires are the direct opposite.

“But you didn’t,” he replies, and weirdly enough, it calms you. Perhaps, it's the way that his body language remains strong; he doesn't cower or waver from his position in front of you. His eye contact remains, inky pupils boring into your own as if he sees; truly sees, the being behind the title, the magic, and the fangs.

"You don't know me," you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to stop tears from welling up. "You don't know what I've done."

The slaughter after your turning. The inability to control your magic at the start of it all. The people that you've killed as a result.

He shakes his head, "You didn't hurt me. You could have, but you didn't. That's good enough if you ask me."

His words sink in, and suddenly, there’s nothing in the world that you can feel except for his distinct aura, warm, calm, and heart-achingly human.

“So, my only request is that you meet my family by my side, and for you to stop fighting me,” he pleads, and now, you’re starting to notice that you’ve subconsciously drifted even closer to his body during his speech.

"That's two requests, Your Highness," you joke in an attempt to seem unrattled, unsure of what to make of your turbulent emotions. You're predicting that he'll make another snide remark but instead, he remains serious.

“Please,” he adds before lifting your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the back of it. In an almost embarrassing fashion, your entire body ignites upon contact with his lips; it's as if your long-dead heart is actually beating in your chest. His plea sounds genuine, yet desperate and vulnerable. It’s unlike the prince that you first met. He’s almost...

Sincere, without the bravado of his teasing. 

So much so, that you find yourself whispering a quiet yes. 

And without another word, you loop your arm through his and tug him towards you. You press the side of your body against his, slotting together perfectly before walking towards the throne room, his family awaiting you both.

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[herwonderland7]

Morian’s Kingdom

King Aquilles Morian

Morian's Loyal Princes

Larisa Erida Lim

Lim Leon Juno

"Oh Aera,

There is so much faith and wonder in you,

If only others could be like you,

After all, there is only one of you,"

KINGDOM OF MORIAN [mood board], characters : Morian Royal Family

KINGDOM OF ATHENIAN [mood board], characters : Athenian Royal Family

KINGDOM OF AERINA [mood board], characters : Aerina Royal Family

KINGDOM OF NEO [mood board], THE JUNGS [mood board], characters : Neo Royal Family - 127, DREAM, WAYV

KINGDOM OF ESTELLEA [mood board], characters : Estellea Royal Family

KHIONEA, THE FALLEN ICE KINGDOM [mood board], characters

her wonderland : for infinity [the 3rd adventure]

#got7 royal au #got7 royal #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 fantasy #got7 fantasy au

[sweetestofchaos]

To-Do List

Uᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ 04/06/2024

You make fun of Minho’s (shinee) grandpa laugh (one-shot)

MET Gala!Jackson likes his interviewer (one-shot)

Hyunjin smut with a thick s/o (one-shot)

Never, Ever ft. Seokjin - Seokjin thought of the best surprise.

Vacay ft. Namjoon - Namjoon and you are able to get away and just be with each other.

I’ll Take Care of You ft. Vmin - Jimin isn’t used to someone taking care of him and Taehyung is there to change that

Closer ft. Jungkook -  being close to you is still not close enough

Have Mercy ft. Jimin/Yoongi - Jimin falls in love with the very soul he is supposed to devour. When he gathers the courage to confess it seems that someone far more evil finds her alone. (1/3)

Run From Me ft. Taehyung - Taehyung and you have history together, a very, very long and twisted history. (4/??)

Take on the World ft. BTS - When Seokjin imprint on a child, the Min pack has to prepare for parenthood (12/??) 

Blackthorn ft. Yoongi - The love story of Emperor Yoongi and Empress Keena has been passed down from generation to generation; a love story so strong that it had surpassed the passage of time. (15/??)

Cafuné ft. Namjoon and Yoongi - As Namjoon’s personal assistant, Y/N doesn’t have time for love…or does she?  (6/??)

Got7 Pregnant Social Experiment

Knock, Knock ft. Jaebeom/Yoongi: Jaebeom is finally woken up by his soulmate after how much time? (2/??)

Prompt Me Hoe - A bunch of AU’s featuring different idols

Butterflies ft. Seokjin - Y/N is an American song writer that befriends Kim Seokjin

Era of Love Series ft. Got7 - Nothing like that good ol’ college au

Lactation Kink: Poly!BTS - (2/3)

Chain Reaction ft. Bambam (5/6)

Chain Reaction ft. Kim Yugyeom (5/6)

The Jayde Heiress ft. BTS - Back against the wall, Arissa must learn to live in Bangtan’s world if she wants to survive. (to be rewritten)

You cry because you can’t fit their clothing - Got7, BTS, Monsta X

They meet you, their celebrity crush - Got7, Monsta X, Stray Kids, BTS

You crying in the shower - Monsta X, Shinee

They get to do a stage with their crush - Stray Kids, BTS, Shinee

You run into your ex and they see you have a child - Got7, Monsta X

When your top falls off in the pool - BTS, Shinee, Monsta X

You wear braids to a fan sign - Got7, BTS, Stray Kids, Monsta X

You’re pmsing - Ateez

You hit on your boyfriend while drunk - BTS, Stray Kids, Monsta X

Barber Shop ft. Kim Namjoon - Alysia just wanted to get her son’s hair fixed, she wasn’t expecting to fall for his new barber, Alpha Kim Namjoon.

Wherever You Are ft. BTS - This is what happens when you catch their eye while enjoying the nightlife.

Dragon’s Heart - Prince Jaebeom is the last descendent of the mighty dragons that left the Earth long ago. When a sudden attack leaves him wounded, Y/N saves his life. (Fantasy Au, Strangers to lovers)

Capture the Heart ft. Kim Seokjin - When Seokjin’s playboy ways come to bite him in the ass, Jaya is there to save him…based off this gif set (Strangers to Friends to Lovers / College AU)

The Captain’s Vow ft. Kim Seokjin - When tragedy strikes due to the betrayal of the Royals, Capitan Seokjin switches sides to avenge those he has lost. (Pirate AU)

Trust Me ft. Mark Tuan and Song Mingi

demon au, gang au, dead dove

My All ft. Youngjae

fake dating au, pregnancy au

The Dragon’s Apprentice ft. BTS’ Rapline

dragon au, fantasy au, mxm

Not A Dream ft. Jungkook

ex to lovers au, gang au

Hey, My Baby ft. Jimin

strangers to lovers au, vampire au, sugar momma au

Something Like Fate ft. ??

strangers to lovers, soulmates au if you squint

Untitled ft. Got7/BTS

dragon au, sugar daddy au

You See Me? (I see You) ft. Hoseok

military au, brother’s friend au

Smile For Me ft. Jimin

actor au, stalker au

Handsome Devil ft. Shownu

demon au, unrequited love, fake dating au

Recipe For Love ft. ??

strangers to lovers

Looking For You ft. BTS

soulmates au, dream walking au

Michael & Jackson, After the Singer? ft. Jackson Wang

strangers to lovers, idol au, fake twin au

All of You ft. Bambam

yandere au, non-idol au

Pass You By ft. Minhyuk

ex’s to lovers au

Leave Me Alone ft. Changkyun

gang au

Enough ft. Vernon

friends to lovers au

Remembering You ft. Yoongi

married au

Consequence ft. Jungkook

vampire au

Untitled ft Jimin

werewolf au, a/b/o, friends to lovers au

Say Ahhh ft. Many Idols

personal chef au

Fairy Floss and Cottontails ft. Yoonkook

hybrid au, Easter au

Motion of the Ocean ft. Jackson Wang

mermaid au, fantasy au

The Story of You ft. Kim Namjoon

soulmate au

Q&A ft. Jaebeom

teacher au (sequel to Not So New Professor)

Welcome Home ft. Seonghwa

friends to lovers au, idol au

All About You ft. San

friends to lovers, gang au

Hear Me ft. ??

band au

Hello, Again ft. Monsta X

strangers to lovers, Idol au

Lost and Found ft. Monsta X

gang au

Lost My Halo ft. Gang7

high school/college au

Fall Apart ft. Mark

gang au

Sweet Pea ft. Yugyeom

gang au

Lie To Me ft. Jackson

gang au

Sub-Rosa ft Jaebeom

gang au

Isn’t Something Missing? ft. Youngjae

gang au

Count For Me ft. Jinyoung

gang au

Two Piece ft. Bambam

gang au

#soc to do list

[sugarushsuga]

100 Followers drabble Game

Hello lovelies,

About two weeks ago I reached the 100 followers milestone. But because real life is just being really overwhelming, I couldn’t celebrate it. I’m still navigating the chaos, but things are getting better.

I have a few wips that I’m working on or editing, but since I need a little more time to finish them up, I don’t have anything scheduled to be posted for the upcoming weeks so, I decided to celebrate the milestone opening my requests for a drabble game.

Please read the rules bellow.

Requests will be open from August 4th to August 26th.

I’ll be posting the drabbles as I finish them.

I’ll only take requests from the 100 ways to say I love you list.

You can pick a member from GOT7 or BTS (these are the groups I write for).

Please pick only one number per request.

I want to complete the list so if I get more than one request for the same number, I’ll pick the one who is more interesting to me to write it (I may write more than one if I really like the ideas).

You may request a specific au. (i.e., Soulmates, vampire, Royal, idol verse, etc.)

All requests will be fluff, there may be smut or a little angst but all of them FLUFF.

If you want to see more about any of my existing characters you can pick them too, just let me know (i.e.: IYOW-Namjoon, GOT House-Mark, etc.)

You may also request something from a couple of one of my wips that have yet to be announced or released, bellow is a list of all the existing and the non-released ones:

Existing characters:

GOT House – All members

Possibly- Jaebum

GTSZAbAHaGV-Vampire Yoongi (wherever you go)

Wail – Royal Hoseok

IYOW – Journalist Namjoon

Idol verse - all members GOT7 and BTS

Non released WIP:

Royal BTS – 7 Kingdoms (Series on hiatus)

Untiled – Gosht! AU – Yoongi

PF – Fake dating -Jungkook

Untitled – arranged marriage – Jimin

Untitled – Mafia - Hoseok

Requests your Drabble - please don’t forget the number

Thanks,

Mell ♥

#drabble game #100 ways to say i love you #100wtsily #got7 #bts #sugarushsuga #got7 fanfic #bts fanfic #got7 drabble #bts drabble #100 followers #announcement #Seokjin #yoongi #namjoon #jimin #hoseok #taehyung #jungkook #jaebeom #park jinyoung #Jackson wang #mark tuan #youngjae #yugyeom #bambam #kpop drabbles

[beomcoups]

Requests

I have decided to open up requests for my writings! I primarily write for Ateez, BTS, EXO, GOT7, NCT, and Seventeen. You can send me requests for any group however and I will more than happy to write you a drabble, timestamp or a oneshot.  Please understand that I may not get to your requests right away, as I am a very busy person. I like to take time with my requests so I don’t churn out anything half-assed.  (more of my guidelines below the cut) 

How to make a request:  You are going to send me a request (fluff, angst, smut) by planning an outing with your idol:  Step 1: Pick Your Idol (please specify the group so in case I am not familiar with them) ex. Yuta (NCT)

2. Pick your outfit as an au: 

a. hoodie, jeans, sneakers- best friends au

b. blazer, skirt/pants, nice shirt: coworkers au

c. little black (any color) dress- strangers to lovers au

d. leather jacket, tight pants/jeans, boots- musician au

e. sweater, skirt/jeans- domestic au

f. goddess dress, necklace, sandals- royal au

g. t-shirt, cut off shorts- exes au

3. Pick a destination

home

night club/party

field of flowers

beach

movie theatre

restaurant

amusement park/festival

The following I will not be taking requests for: 

Underage idols in general 

-Rape-

Pedophilia-

-Beastiality

-Incest

-watersports/scat stuff

-Noncon/Dubcon

-Lolicon

-Slave/Master kinks

Anything else I think of I will add to the list.

#ateez fanfic #bts fanfic #exo fanfic #got7 fanfic #nct fanfic #seventeen fanfic #kpop requests #kpop drabbles #ateez drabbles #bts drabbles #exo drabbles #got7 drabbles #nct drabbles #seventeen drabbles

[flurrys-creativity]

WIP List Tag Game

Tagged by the lovely @proudahgase-got7

Tagging: @toikiii @defwoodz @limjaeseven @aura-mp3 @star-lemonade @sanjoongie @moccahobi @yutasthetic @wordycerty @strayed-quokka @pastelracha @leelysian @baekhyyun @dokyeomblr

I think some of you already posted their wip list.. so ignore the tag if you already did 🙏🙈

I got like two lists and both are long.. 😅 have fun and feel free to ask about them 🙏🥰

Game (Truth or Dare with Youngjae)

Turner (Taehyung as the new W. Turner)

Villain (Cruella de Vil but Wooyoung ooooor Hongjoong)

Brian (What am I? Young K)

Poison (vampire ateez)

Touchdown (hybrid college au JK)

Spy (spy x family johnny)

Pirate (pirate ateez)

Freeze (mafia stray kids)

Drunk (changkyun being not "that" drunk)

Poly (cleopatra pwp au with svt)

Lurking (assassin au with jinyoung)

Android (namjoon being an android in love)

Metanoia (fantasy au with pyromaniac yoongi)

Woozi (asylum au based on scenes from ruby mv)

Mirmirlidi (mark x reader x johnny humour)

Lachrymose (Mark as Rocket Racoon)

Wabi-sabi (taehyung hybrid au)

Orphic (jin merfolk au)

Speak (namjoon idol au)

Lawyer (kibum is a sassy lawyer)

Doctor (johnny as a doctor)

Apaixonar (jackson chaebol au)

Sciamachy (hoseok secret agent au)

Gentle (yeosang being a gentle criminal)

Found (found family with bts)

Alien (extraterrestrial idol contacts reseacher reader)

D��paysement (hybrid apocalyptic au with San)

Kvanity (bucket list event)

Brute (bm being a soft brute)

Desideratum (bang chan idol au)

Cheetah (cheetah hybrid needs dog hybrid as an anxiety helper)

Fox (jimin hybrid au)

Now we come to my random ass ideas that are always based on a single picture...

Starting upper left:

Merfolk!Taehyung innocently drowning human reader

Pwp emperor concubine/servant dynamic

Upper middle:

Based on the movie rock of ages the scenes with the songs "wanted dead or alive" + "i wanna know what love is"

Upper right:

Big Hero 6 au with yunho as tadashi and wooyoung as hiro...

Spy academy e2l with seonghwa

Lower left:

Pwp emperor!minghao concubine/servant dynamic

Pilot academy e2l joshua

Demon contract au with wonwoo

Gang Au with jun

Arranged marriage king!joshua

Fae!prince!jeonghan

Alice in wonderland with jun

Sherlock holmes/detective au with joshua

Beauty and the beast joshua

Cinderella au with svt

Knight dokyeom getting annoyed with royal reader

Lower right:

Bartender jaebeom or neighbour jaebeom during laundry day pwp

Mafia au with jinyoung

Bad boy jinyoung

Romeo and juliet au with jinyoung

Pilot academy e2l jackson

Exes2lovers drunk worried jinyoung

Once again feel free to send in asks to any of those ideas/wips. I have for all of them sooo much trivia stuff and many scene ideas and I would gladly share them! To hype you up and hype me up and get like super excited about it and basically immediately sit down and write it 😅

#tagged #tag game #so many ideas #and basically no time #sigh #flurry things

[fantastic-bby]

Pairing: (F)Reader x Jinyoung

Word count: 1k

Genre: Royal AU | Prince!Jinyoung | Princess!Reader | Fluff | Romance 

Summary: Jinyoung teaches you how to ballroom dance

Warnings: -

Masterlist

A/n: I highly, highly, highly recommend that you listen to this while you read. It’s Studio Ghibli and it gave me the inspiration to write this so it’ll set the vibe uwu

[20:03]

“Quite the ball your parents have hosted.” The voice makes you turn around to see the prince from the neighbouring kingdom. 

“They host quite grand events,” you hum. 

“Prince Jinyoung,” he bows, introducing himself. 

“I know who you are, your highness,” you chuckle. “The need to introduce yourself has passed.” 

“I haven’t spoken to you in a while. Wouldn’t want you to forget me,” Jinyoung teases. 

“You and your jokes,” you roll your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips. 

“Is it not a duty for me to make The Princess (Y/n) laugh at least a little bit?” He holds his chest to mock hurt. “For someone who claims their parents host quite grand balls, you look rather dull. Are you not enjoying the ball, princess (Y/n)?” 

“You know I’m not one for balls. The only need for them is for my parents to find me a prince to court.” You take a sip from your drink, turning your attention to the crowd. 

“I always thought balls were more fun with music,” he comments. As if on cue, the live band in the corner of the ballroom starts. The crowd scatters to form space in the centre. “Dance with me, your highness” Jinyoung extends his hand in your direction when the music starts playing. 

“I’m not much of a dancer,” you shake your head. You were never one who cared much for balls since you didn’t really enjoy dancing. 

“Just take my lead.” The young prince tugs on your hand despite your protests, leading you to the centre of the ballroom. His left hand is firm on your waist, his right holding your hand up, “follow my movement. If I sway left, then your left foot takes a step back. If I sway right, you take a right step back.” Jinyoung is slow at first, testing the waters while you carefully follow his movements. “There you go,” he praises once you seem to get the hang of it. “Soon you won’t even have to think about it. Relax your body. Just move with the music,” he hums. 

Jinyoung guides you around the ballroom, in the centre of the crowd of other nobles who sway with the rhythm of the music. You start to understand why the balls your parents would host were such big things. You let your body do the moving, your mind solely focused on how Jinyoung’s body slowly relaxes the more accustomed you become to dancing. 

“I’m going to twirl you now,” he tells you. When he twirls you around, you catch a glimpse of the jealous women watching you, glares directly towards you. Jinyoung lowers you, your left leg extending out naturally to balance yourself. 

“Those ladies are giving me quite the glare,” you chuckle. 

“Who are they to say anything when you’re the princess?” he grins cheekily as he pulls you back to your feet. You understand why they would be so jealous. Jinyoung is absolutely gorgeous. His dark red suit is perfectly tailored to fit the young prince, the fabric soft under your hand as he continues to bring you around the ballroom. “The tempo might get a bit faster,” Jinyoung warns you when he hears the music slow down, his face filling with worry that you might panic. 

“Then let your rhythm carry mine, dear prince.” All traces of worry fades from his face. His grip tightens more securely. Just as he had predicted, the tempo became way faster than before. You follow the movement of his body, your feet starting to become lighter the more you dance. Every other being in the room seems to disappear when the tempo slows to become something more… romantic. You’re only focused on Jinyoung. 

“You’re doing well for someone who said they don’t dance much,” he quips. 

“Oh hush,” you roll your eyes, unable to stop the smile growing on your face. “I don’t enjoy dancing that much because I never seem to have a partner.” The tempo starts speeding up, but you barely even notice it. You only realise it when Jinyoung spins you around, stopping you when you’re right in front of him; faces inches apart. 

The music has come to a halt as well, soft applause erupting from the crowd that was watching the dance. The both of you are breathing heavily. Your hand slowly slides down from Jinyoung’s shoulder, stopping above his heart where you feel his heart beating rapidly while he pants softly.

“You are quite the natural dancer, Princess (Y/n),” he praises. 

“All with your guide, Prince Jinyoung,” you smile. “It’s quite warm in here,” you mutter as you look around. There’s a light sheen of sweat on your skin that would ruin the makeup you spent quite a while on. 

“Shall we head to a balcony to get some fresh air?” Jinyoung suggests. 

“That just might be what I need right now,” you smile. 

“You mentioned that the reason you didn’t enjoy dancing was because you didn’t have a partner?” he questions once on the balcony, the two of you shying away from the crowd. 

“The other princes are rather rude. More often than not, they act snobbish and treat me as though I’m not of royal blood. Princesses, on the other hand, refuse to dance with another princess because of competitive reasons.” You pause to let out a sigh. “The women that were glaring at me? A handful of them were princesses from other kingdoms.”

“Why care what the other princesses think?” he questions. You turn to him, your eyes silently asking to elaborate more on his question. “Forget I said that,” Jinyoung clears his throat, shaking his head lightly. “If I may, I would like to ask you to be my dance partner.” Your eyes widen, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. “You’re quite the dancer, (Y/n). I would like to have more dances with you if you would allow me to.” You check his eyes for any sign of mischief, but there’s only genuinity in his soft brown eyes. 

“I would love that.” 

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