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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 & 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐬

Pairing: Prince Hyunjin x Reader (AFAB)

Genre: Historical|Au, Fantasy|Au, Strangers to Lovers, Royalty|Au, Angst, Eventual Smut, NSFW tags are under the cut.

Synopsis: The kingdom of Volantis is in disarray; the monarch rules with an iron fist. The times of hope, harmony, and kindness were buried with the queen who passed many years ago. The people are praying for a savior, but who will be their light at the end of this dark tunnel?

Authors Note: Please reblog or leave a like or comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it.Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites.

Word Count: 1270 [Reading Time: 5 min]

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.

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Warnings⚠️: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites. Mentions of Abuse, Child Abuse(please let me know if I missed any)

The sun had barely risen, but your carriage was packed and ready to go. Your fathers best man, Minho, stood silently by your side, just as stoic as always. Quitely, you watched as your father broke the news to your mother and sister as to why they needed to be up this early, why they needed to say their goodbyes. Though he would never willingly admit it, there was a chance you wouldn't come back. There were opposing forces working against the prince, people who would much rather see a distant relative on the throne than a prince they couldn’t properly puppet.

You knew the risks, which is why you'd rather it be you, than your father. Your mother sobbed as she hugged you, there was no fear worse than losing another child. Her grip was so tight you could barely breathe. Tears started to prick your eyes, but you'd blame it on your lack of sleep and the amount of morning dew that was in the air. “Be safe. You and Minho, please take care of one another.” She touched the boy's face; she'd raised him, he was a part of the family as well. “Minho, if you sense any danger, you come home. I don't care if she protests, you both come home.” She grabbed him, pulling him into the hug as well. 

He hated physical affection, but he'd let your mom dote on him; she was the only one who had the privilege. He wouldn't protest, no matter what she did. “I love you both so much.” She kissed the top of both of your heads. She took one last look at the both of you, as if she was taking note of every little feature; so she could remember every detail. “Come back soon, okay?” She stepped back, having to turn away as she sobbed even more. Your mother was affectionate. That's how she showed her love; and in this moment, you'd never felt so distant from the woman you loved the most.

Your sister wasn't much younger than you; given the significant gap between you and your older brother. The two of you were very close and often shared a lot of the same ideals. She'd just turned seventeen a few days prior to this, she was the same age your brother was when he went to war and you the same age as when he died. “Please, don't go. I don't know what I'll do without you.” She was tearing up, hands gripping at your riding coat. Your face softened; you often looked unintentionally stern. You pulled her into a warm hug, trying your best to comfort the crying girl.

“We won’t be long.” Pulling away, you dried her tears with your sleeve. “We’ll be back before you know it.” You gave her a kiss on the forehead, just as your father did you earlier that morning. “Take care of our father and mother for us, while we are away. Yeah?” She nodded, still sniffling, even after being comforted. You stepped back, taking one last look at your family. “This is not goodbye, we will see each other again.” You smiled, holding back your own tears.

You climbed into the passenger side of the drivers box, eyes focused forward; because if you looked back, you knew you would want to stay. Your father approached Minho on the driver's side. “Take the back eastern route, then head south. Minho, beware of bandits.” Your father knew just how much disdain Minho held for dastardly bandits and if given the chance, he’d carry out his revenge on any that he came across. “Do not engage, I need both of you back here safe. You hear me?” The boy nodded, before being pulled into a hug. “Take care.”

Your father chuckled upon feeling how stiff the young man became in his arms. With a clearing of his throat, Minho straightened himself up and grabbed the lines. Your family stood safely away from the carriage, careful not to be run over by the massive wheels. You commanded the horses“Walk.” With that, the two of you were off; heading east toward the mountains of  Winterstrand.

You sighed heavily, impatience ran wild in the women in your family, your mother included. It had been sixteen days into your voyage, you had weeks more of boring travel ahead of you. Not even the grassy hills of the countryside painted in morning light and shadowed by fog could capture your attention. Minho was of no help to calm your antsy behavior. “Do you think he's a good person?” You asked Minho for the fourth time in thirty minutes. Though he didn't talk, he still communicated how he felt and being with him since childhood helped you to understand him.

He cut his eyes in your direction, his feline-like features sending daggers your way. “Yes, I know I've asked the question already. But you haven't answered me yet.” His eyes rolled as he huffed. “What do you mean you don't care? He's the prince, that means he will one day rule over us!” Minho shrugged, focusing his attention once again to the dirt path in front of him. “Fine. I don't care either.”  Silence plagued the cart for hours, you were far too stubborn to try and spark up another conversation.  

You sat with your back turned to him, reading a book that you'd pulled from your bag, when the wagon came to a sudden halt. The book flew from your hand into the muddy path a few feet away. “Hey! What was that-” Minho's hand covered your mouth, quickly shushing you. Your eyes traveled from where your book was to the boy sitting next to you. He shook his head for you not to say anything and nodded towards the trail ahead of you. 

There was a person lying in the middle of the trail. You scanned the surroundings, knowing this may very well be a trick to lure you both out of the wagon. There were bandits in this area. “Remember what father said, Minho. We must not engage.” You whispered as you grabbed tightly to the sleeve of his shirt. You were pleading with him, trying to get him to calm the rage you saw shifting in his eyes. “Please…” Minho let out a long sigh.

Shadows of past memories flashed before his eyes. The day was much like today, sunny skies after a soul cleaning rain. His mother had plans to flee their town due to it being overrun by soldiers from the war. But she didn't know she was fleeing one bad thing and moving to the next. They found what they thought was an elderly lady in the middle of the road. His mother was the kindest woman he'd ever known; of course she wanted to help someone in need, she would help anyone. But that would be the biggest mistake Minho would ever experience in his life. It turned out that it wasn't an old lady at all, just a bandit dressed as one.

Minho and his mother endured torture for days. His mother repeatedly abused in front of the young boy, scarring him forever. He couldn’t have that happen again, not to anyone, especially not you. With you having grown up together, he felt as if you were his younger sister, one he needed to protect. With protecting you, it meant he needed to put aside his grudge for the bandits that roamed the area, and move ahead swiftly. Silently, he pushed forward. Ignoring every alarm in his head telling him to stop and fight.

A.N: Please reblog or leave a like or comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it.

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#you know when family/loved ones say goodbye to each other #and you get the feeling that they'll never see each other again? #i'm feeling that #and i hate it (i don't *hate* hate it. i love it as an emotion that stems from words. please i hope you know what i mean sdkjfhsdkjf) #oh minho boy.... the things you must've endured.... i know it'll tear me apart (in the best ways possible) #maybe i love to suffer when i read a story lol #skz fic #hyunjin x reader #rec

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The “oh I could definitely write this fanfic in under 5000 words and it really wouldn’t take me that long” voice in your head is actually the devil speaking

#☠ #q

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worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.

#q

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[cr. outroher]

#hobi always does the fucking most.... his energy.... unmatched #bts #hobi #cw flashing #q

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I like to think this is how mitten found Jisung. Like I know we know the story but like still. I think they like to jokingly call sir p and Jisung their favorite strays (even though the entire pack both the real and JiMittens pseudo pack is just a bunch of strays this would all apply to)

i think this is cute actually sdjfhskdjf

how many times do you think minho said to jisung in the middle of bickering "you don't have a say, our kitten here found you under a bridge" or something like that lol

#anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

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https://www.tumblr.com/therhythmafterthesummer/748607426106933248

You’re telling me kitten gets this all the TIME?!?!

So unfair

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ALL. THE. TIME.

she's so lucky, and we're all jealous aren't we?? 😤😤

#although in my mind rn minho wereroomies has longer hair..... but he does dress very casually #ooof....... werewolf!minho my beloved..... #🥝 anon #ask #wereroomies ask

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when in fics they say two characters gave each other a look this is always what i envision in my head

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https://www.instagram.com/reel/C597WLJLMhS/?igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

ITS GIVING PRETTY!!!!! Its so pretty coded

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first of all, i'm always amazed at how many pretty women are out there in the world. just existing being themselves. love that😭

second of all, very Pretty coded! you're so so right.

#anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

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Listen castle guard x healer trope 🥰🥰🥰🥰 heavy in my romantasy era rn rhythm bby. I think I’m gonna do a pool day today maybe. Since I live in a sunny climate finally I might actually attempt to tan as I stick out like a sore thumb rn. I’ve got safe haven downloaded on my kindle for a poolside read if I need a break from my current book (I’m reading the throne of glass series currently)

How have you been dearest? Is the weather okay where you are? Is raven fairing okay? Has she done anything particularly silly recently?

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castle guard x healer is giving minho or seungmin to me idk why. the classic "you need to stop harming yourself like this..." while they're treating his wounds, the longing glances they shoot each other in the corridors...... i'll sob i think. romantasy is what i'm all about, love that shit.

this ask is a handful of days old now, so i hope you enjoyed the pool!

i've been... tired. existing during the week is just very tiring and then the weekend is reserved mostly to recover lol. it's been warm here, which is very very annoying. Raven has started shedding because of it and there's???? so much hair????? i've been brushing her every day and every day it's like i'm pulling a second cat out of her hahah

i can't recall anything silly she's done, but a few days ago i was getting out of bed and almost squashed her because she was laying down exactly where i put my feet. i felt the fur for a second (it deadass felt like a pillow...) and then she skedaddled under the bed KJDSHFKJSDF she's fine tho! nothing to worry about. i look more carefully now when i get out of bed 😭

how's Freya???? how's 🥝bf???? all fine i hope!

#🥝 anon #ask

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Hello!!! I was just washing my face before bed and then I started thinking about Channie and pretty, and I was wondering if pretty is based on anyone or is she just a gal from ur imagination?🩷🩷

hello bb!!

how cute is it that you were thinking of them while washing your face?? dfjnfsknjfsdkf

pretty's not based in anyone in particular, she really is just a little gal that lives in my head rent free💜

#although thinking about it she might as well be my perfect woman KDJFHSKDJFHSD #it's me. i'm chris #i'm joking i'm joking #babrieeee #ask #wereroomies ask

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Secret to getting to know other fans on tumblr is reblogging. This sounds like a trap to get you guys to reblog art and fics and gifs which yes that’s an added benefit but also the way you get a feel of followers or mutuals is the little comments in the tags of a post like subtle little whispers and you start to recognise names like oh that’s the one who’s always nice to artists or that’s the funny one or maybe they have a funny queue pun tag or maybe there can be a little prev tags interaction like that’s how you start creating your own little likeminded souls club here. Also you get to put pretty art and fics and gifs on your blog

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LEE KNOW ♡ SKZ CODE EP. 48 SUSPICIOUS LAB #2

#skz #minho #q

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♡ endless chan gifs ♡ [392 - 397] / ∞ – SKZ-TALKER EP. 19

#him #skz #chris #q

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I generated this meme because it is exactly my life right now

#about me #q

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Hear me out….

Autumn but with nipple piercing(s)

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bin and i are SWEATING just thinking about it. vibrating even.

who's screaming "WOAH MAMA" first and why is it Pretty (who went with her to get it(them?) done.

also, bin would love it but would also be sad because now he can't get the boob(s) when stressed 😔 and he'll be so brave about it

#🥝 anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

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Some days I don’t like my physical appearance especially after getting back into dating since my ending things with my ex 3 years ago (listen I had a lot of shit to unpack) but also

I’ve pulled every single one of my school crushes

Like let’s think about that

Yeah maybe not when I had the crush but like later down the line

What the fuck

Not that men’s opinions mean anything but I am pretty, I am funny, I am kind, and I am desirable

Just because one person didn’t think that doesn’t mean it’s true

you are, baby!! you really are that and so much more. anyone who's not able to see that is just not worthy of you and i'm glad you're moving forward.

thank you for sharing this with me💜 as someone who struggles with their physical appearance, it's always nice to be reminded of these things.

#anon #ask

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Time to take the sacrament, Angel 😇

#brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr #q