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kyeungsoo · 3 years

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it’s gonna be forever (or go down in flames).

× pairings: oh sehun + oc: reader

× genres and warnings: fluff :/ are you bored yet lmao, angst? i guess? i wouldn’t really categorize it as that tho, slight angst i suppose, royalty au, bodyguard/knight au

× notes: no </2 bc this concept hurted and even worse i’ve been obsessed with them lately if you see a prince chanyeol fic sometime soon don’t @ me <2 also! (i posted this before a few months ago, but i accidentally deleted it then and lowkey forgot to ever repost it rip).

When he thinks about it, there are only a handful of memories Sehun can recall of a time in his life before you were in it.

Two and half year olds don’t understand much of the concept of pregnancy other than that it means a new, tiny human will arrive soon and that pregnant people’s stomachs get bigger. So when Sehun was a mere toddler waddling around the palace halls, he didn’t think much of the Queen’s pregnancy, other than that it meant that there’d soon be a baby around.

But since you were born, Sehun has spent every waking—and sometimes sleeping—moment by your side. As a kid, he didn’t know that his life’s purpose was to protect you, but if you’d asked him, he’d have accepted the role, regardless. And when he was eight, he did.

To him, you’re more than a princess that he’s learned to protect as a knight. You’re his confidant, his best friend, someone he might even love more than himself.

Sehun always took his job seriously. He trained diligently with the other knights, was brave and wise enough to choose to master the bow and arrow when swords hindered him, and always, always, always put you before himself.

It’s kind of scary, actually, to think that Sehun couldn’t begin to picture his life without golds and tulles of your dresses flowing about in his mind; without your mischievous smile when you convince him to go horse riding after midnight; without the soft touch of your knuckles against his cheek telling him he’s the bravest knight this castle’s ever seen. Without having you by his side.

Sehun watches you more than anything. He tries to not be creepy about it, but it’s kind of his job to keep his eyes on you. Not that he minds—you’re easy on the eyes, interesting to watch, and if he’s speaking honestly, if it weren’t for his… supervision, you’d have at least broken a leg or two by now.

He watches you now, in your bedroom suite, his legs folded criss-cross atop your bedding whilst you pace back and forth against your ceiling length windows. Sehun almost chuckles—you can be such a cliché, wander-lorn princess when you want to be.

“You’re zoning out again,” he grins, eyebrow quirked when his voice startles and stops your pacing, “You’ve been doing that a lot lately.”

With a smile he pushes himself forward, laying on his stomach atop your bed now, elbows pushing into your mattress and chin in his palm as you look at him with a less than impressed visage.

He knows you hate when he lays in your bed with all his armor on, but being your knight and best friend of over two decades has its privileges—one of many being that Sehun is one of about six people in the world who can annoy you without immediately getting an arrow to the throat.

“What are you thinking about, huh?” he questions, a sly smirk playing on his lips, “Smartest princess in the lower region?”

“Where did you learn to flirt?” you retort with a scoff, tossing a decorative pillow in his direction. The attack does little though, as Sehun catches it with a single arm extended in the air, then tosses his behind him without flinching.

“Must have been from you,” Sehun smirks, swinging his legs around until he’s sitting upwards and they’re hanging off the edge of your bed.

He extends his left arm with his palm facing upwards, and waits until you pace forward to accept his hand. Sehun gingerly wraps his fingers around your hand, an action in complete contrast to what comes next—when he pulls you into himself, and effectively, onto the bed with little effort on his part at all.

Sehun laughs over your screeching as he tosses you until you’re flat on your back in the middle of the mattresses and he’s laying beside you on his side, head propped up by his bent arm, cheek resting into his palm.

He looks down at you with a bratty and mischievous look in his eyes, but you succumb anyway, slowing turning your body until you’re mirroring his own. Sehun’s grin only widens—he knows that if he weren’t all suited up, you’d have jabbed him in the ribs by now. Or, at least, attempted to.

If anyone had been caught roughhousing you the way Sehun just had, it’d be grounds for execution on sight. But he was the exception. He always way,

“You wanna tell me what’s wrong now?” he hums, “I can almost smell your anxiety.”

You sigh, and Sehun watches as your eyes dart everywhere but to his own. But while yours are flittering around, he’s reading them. He knows you want to lie to him, tell him nothing’s the matter, but he knows that you know that’d be futile.

Eventually, slowly, you come to terms with the fact, shifting your body slightly and using your free hand to push away some of the lower fabric of your dress.

“It’s the council,” you begin, and Sehun’s eyebrows are already drawing together, “They think I should be married before I take over for mama and—”

“And you don’t want to,” Sehun finishes for you.

But Sehun finds you shaking your head and biting your lip in opposition. His eyebrows crinkle further. Those are two telltale signs of a princess who is about to let some old people make decisions for her.

“It’s not that I don’t want to—I want to be married, eventually,” you clarify, meeting his eyes at the latter half of your sentence, “It’s just… their list of bachelors.”

“List?” Sehun sits up now, one leg bent to support his weight as he looks down at your figure. “Are they actually expecting you to get married to someone they picked for you?”

“It’s not a list, really,” you correct him, and he’s lost your eye contact. He hates that, and he hates the defeated tone in your voice, “It’s more like… a single request.”

Sehun’s lips purse at the new information. The council is easily his least favorite thing about the castle, and the kingdom in general, so it doesn’t surprise him at all, but that doesn’t mean he’s any happier to hear it, either. He knew that the royal council would be instant on you marrying eventually—at some point in your late twenties, much like the tradition of women before you—not now. And not to—

“No,” Sehun all but growls, “Not him.”

“Sehun, I—”

“You hate him,” Sehun continues, sitting up more straightly with every word that leaves his mouth, “He’s not good enough for you—and he barely knows you!”

“Junmyeon is a prince, Sehun,” you sigh, sitting up to level your posture with his, “An exemplary one at that. And that’s all it really takes, unfortunately.”

Sehun huffs. Exemplary? As if. If not the council, then Prince Junmyeon is easily Sehun’s least favorite thing in this life.

He has no real reason for this distaste. Well, no, real, concrete reason, but Sehun likes to think he’s pretty good at reading people. Particularly when people don’t like him, and Prince Junmyeon has made it clear that he doesn’t like or trust Sehun one bit.

“He’s a bit childish,” Sehun had overheard the Prince talking to a few of his noblemen on a visit to the castle, “He doesn’t seem fit to be a knight.”

The memory alone is enough to make Sehun furious. Childish his, ass. He’ll show him childish. Putting an arrow straight through his forehead would show him childish.

Not to mention that you and Prince were acquaintances at best, and that’s being generous. The council had no reason to push you two together other than for financial and agricultural benefits, and Sehun would be damned to see your freedom signed away for a piece of land a sack of gold.

“Sehun, they just want to make sure I’m being looked after,” you pull him out of his thoughts, “Junmyeon and I aren’t friends, but he’s kind and wise. He prioritizes the protection of his family and kingdom above all and the council thinks that I’d be safe with him.”

“And what about Junmyeon himself, huh?” Sehun grits, “How is he to look after you when all he does is work and talk and work all day? The last time he visited the castle he could hardly offer you the time of day, much less hold a conversation.”

“He’s a prince, Sehun, he has many duties and—”

“And if he is to be your husband, you should be his most important one.”

Sehun’s words escape his lips before he can catch them, but he has no regrets about letting you hear them, either. Your eyes are solemn, yet full of affection as you take his words in. Sehun thinks they’re beautiful, even if a little lost.

“They just want me to be safe,” you repeat, words soft as you reach a hand you to rest against the cold, metal armor wrapped around his body, “You know with the tensions from the west, and Jongdae’s alliance growing it’s—it’s not easy, Sehun.”

Your thumb swipes against his armor, but Sehun swears his can feel your touch on his skin.

“Are you to insinuate that I am not good enough security for you?”

“Absolutely not,” your words come quickly, without hesitation—he almost smiles, because he knows you mean it. “You are. Enough, I mean. A little bratty, but still, there’s nobody better suited than you.”

Your words pierce his heart, true and full. “Then what?” he asks, extending a hand to cradle your elbow.

And you look up at him again, and Sehun doesn’t want you to look away. “They… mean civil protection, Sehun. Legal protection, too, I guess. A husband to suffice for that.”

Sehun pulls his lips together, tilts his head back and upwards to look at your ceiling, letting your words and his thoughts permeate the room instead.

He’s always liked the paintings on your ceilings. Hyperrealistic constellations that make him feel like his out in the garden on a clear night looking up at the sky. It’s gorgeous, fitting for a princess such as yourself, and while Sehun can’t take credit for the art itself, he can for the idea.

“Then marry me,” he says, still looking up at your ceiling. He only tilts his head back down to meet your gaze after he feels the weight of his words cement in his chest. He meant them. He means him.

“Marry me,” he repeats, eyes now searching yours for an ounce of disagreement (to which he finds none). He glides his hand down your forearm, slips it into your own, “Who better fit to protect the princess than her own knight.”

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kyeungsoo · 4 years

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HELLO anon on jae’s blog twas my fic and you can’t find it bc my incompetent ass.....accidentally deleted while trying to edit it 💀💀 this is why you proofread before you post rip

hi! i was wondering if you (or your followers) could help me with finding a sehun fic? it’s a one shot called “ it's gonna be forever (or go down in flames)” and for the life of me i cannot remember the author’s blog and it doesn’t show up on the sehun tags anymore :/ if you can’t find it it’s totally fine! thanks in advance tho!! 💕💗

anybody know what happened to this? i don't recall this fic personally -- op, what was tge genre?

#i am sorry youre reading from the biggest clown on this website HHHHH

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kyeungsoo · 4 years

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1 billion views :: love me right

it’s so much fun. dancing is so fun~

#CUTEST

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kyeungsoo · 4 years

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to all the other exo writers who follow this blog um first of all thank u 🥺second of all i love all of u so much 🥺🥺 and third of all i would 100% have followed u back if this weren’t a sideblog i’m so sorry 😔

#I REALLY REALLY WISH I COULD...😔💓

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kyeungsoo · 4 years

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could you recommend some baekhyun and kyungsoo fluff fics, i’ve already read all of yours 5 times over 😣💗

absolutely!! here a few of my faves!!

for kyungsoo: whipped by werejusttouchingeachother / plan b by prettywordsyouleft / sleepwear by j-pping / across the way by kpopfanfictrash

for baekhyun: in love with you by latetaektalk / car je t’aime by kyungseokie / breathless by whimsical-ness

they’re all mostly fluff i believe, it think across the way has some smut in it, but still overall a very good story!! i hope you enjoy, happy reading 😚💓

#anonymous

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kyeungsoo · 4 years

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i want you (to stay with me).

× pairings — park chanyeol + reader

× genres/warnings — it’s all fluff but i think you should expect that by now, chanyeol’s very intricate inner thoughts, um language?

× notes — yes, this is inspired by a tiktok, no i do not have any regrets because chanyeol would be a 10/10 gamer boyfriend </2

Chanyeol has to admit that telling you he’s leaving to go hang out with his friends is simultaneously his most and least favorite part of any day.

Least because he doesn’t particularly like leaving you in any capacity, and he feels really bad when you stay home while he goes out; but he knows that more often than not you’d rather just catch up on sleep than be social.

And favorite for two reasons. The first is because he gets to hang out with his friends, even if he does end up paying for their food—despite whatever claims are made against him by one Kim Junmyeon. He loves his friends, and always has a good time when he’s with them, even if all the do is get together, drink beer, and play games at Sehun’s place.

(Which is, somehow, the most spacious and well decorated of all their apartments despite the fact that Sehun isn’t exactly making six figures a year. It’s more than a bit suspicious, but Chanyeol suspects it has something to do with the fact that Minseok and Junmyeon have never said no to him a day in their lives, even if that meant paying for an undeserved apartment, but Chanyeol swears he’s not bitter in the slightest).

The second reason is because you usually put up a fight about him leaving. That’s not to say that Chanyeol likes fighting with you, but he likes that you don’t want him to leave. You’re not one for public displays of affection, and you’re never clingy with him, so he does like to indulge a bit when you fuss about him going.

Is that a little petty and mischievous? A little, but that never hurt anybody.

Besides, what really takes the cake is all the kisses he gets from you before he goes—which is completely pure-minded and wholesome and he enjoys them very much.

(And yes, he is aware that if he wanted little kisses peppered all over his face that he could just ask, but it’s so much more fun this way).

Today, Junmyeon has texted all of them about getting dinner and watching a movie back at his place. And while Chanyeol isn’t exactly enthused about his choice in movies—some dramatic war inspired movie-musical type thing that he’s sure Kyungsoo will love, but he will fall asleep half way through—he’s always happy for an opportunity to see his friends.

And to see you all over him. Even for just a little bit. He smiles, getting up from the couch to walk to your bedroom to tell you the news and relish in your reaction.

“Babe,” he calls, socks dragging against the carpet of your bedroom, “I think I’m gonna go hang out with the boys in a bit.”

You’re not laying down, but you’re still preoccupied, legs hanging off the edge of the bed with your computer in your lap.

Chanyeol smiles to himself as he heads towards your closet to steal (see: rightfully claim) one of his own jackets, his back turned to you as he waits for your reply.

“Okay, baby. Have fun!”

Chanyeol freezes, and turns on his feels, facing the bed where you’re sitting. Wait what.

“Wait, what?”

Keep reading

#sr;

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kyeungsoo · 4 years

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new reader here, and i just wanted to say i’m already a big fan! 🥺🥺 hope you’re having a good day or night! 💓

hello!!! and thank you so much 🥺 i hope you’re having a good day or night too!!! 💘

#anonymous

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kyeungsoo · 4 years

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actually @ every fanfiction writer whether you wrote something that got thousands of reblogs and comments and became a staple in your fandom, or you wrote one fic and deleted it, or you write mutilchaptered fics that never get a final update, or write short fics, or long fics, or used to write and now you don’t, or you deleted/orphaned your works, or you only share with friends:

thank you.

sharing your writing is hard. and sometimes it’s thankless. sometimes it’s such a negative experience that I wonder how anyone does it at all. but you are needed; you are wanted. whether or not we properly acknowledge it, you are a vital part of fandom culture. thanks for sharing.

#jae youre a whole ANGEL 🥺🥺🥺🥺💘💘💘💘#pls you really didnt have to tag me this is so sweet of you thank u so muchhhhg #next to some of my favorite authors too 😖😖😖💌

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