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taeken-my-heart · 3 years

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Charming Chapter 6

Summary: Prince Seokjin was as infuriating as he was beautiful. In line to one day be king, he requested your guidance in the ways of his people. In turn he will make you laugh, give your family fine gifts, and become an invaluable friend. Unfortunately, he will also make you fall in love with him. But the most unfortunate thing of all was his betrothal…to Snow White

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Fantasy, Angst, Snow white/au

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 4590

Warnings: This is the chapter the warnings have been about. It’s a heavier chapter in the second half dealing with “death” and attempted suicide. Nothing is graphically described, but if you are sensitive to that subject matter, you may want to avoid the last few paragraphs.

Trigger warnings are TW: Major character “death” TW: Thoughts of suicide TW: Attempted suicide.

A month had passed since Else’s wedding and the summer was slowly coming to an end. It made it easier to do chores when the air was cooler; more pleasant to sit outside and do the washing. Though you’d mostly neglected that for the last few weeks.

You hadn’t seen your friend as much since her marriage and so you’d spent even more time with the dwarfs and Snow in their cottage. The prince joined most nights, bringing food and humor with him. You’d quickly learned he was a master of terrible jokes and couldn’t help but like him all the more for it.

This morning your mother had sent you in search of berries. She claimed to want to make preserves, but you were wise enough to know she just wanted to go see a friend and gossip. You didn’t mind so much as you chose to dawdle around the edge of the forest, plucking blueberries from bushes and placing them in your basket.

You saw the prince making his way towards you long before he reached you. The sight of him made your insides feel funny, like little wings sweeping delicately against your ribcage and you bent down to survey a raspberry bush, plucking eagerly at the juicy red fruit.

“Good morning.” The prince greeted as he reached your side and you stood straight to gaze up at him.

“Good morning, Jin. You’re out very early today; normally I don’t see you until evening.”

“I finished my lessons early today.” He grinned, something mischievous in his twinkling eyes, and you felt that perhaps he’d snuck out before actually finishing his training.

“I hope you won’t get a tongue lashing for this.” You teased, moving further up the path towards a strawberry bush and plucking one to try. “Mmm, they’re amazing right now. Would you like to try one?”

You moved to take another bite of yours, but the prince was faster, grabbing your wrist and pulling the berry towards his mouth, allowing plump lips to encircle the rest of the berry and separate it from its calyx.

For a moment, everything stilled, your heart thumping wildly in your chest as his fingers remained delicately around your wrist. His gaze was wild; heated on yours as he stepped towards you. Heart racing, you let the end of the strawberry fall from your finger tips and onto the ground.

“Sweet.” He murmured, licking the juice from the corner of his mouth and your vision was pulled toward the sight before you quickly looked away.

The prince paused before stepping back, staring down at the strawberry bush and into your own basket. “You’re picking berries this morning? May I help?”

“Yes, of course.” You nodded, turning back to the strawberry bush and plucking fresh fruit to drop into your basket. “There’s more in the forest.” You signaled, beginning to walk and he followed after you.

“What were you studying today?” You asked as you began to pick from new bushes. Jin stood nearby, loading his hand with blueberries.

“Foreign politics and language specifically. These are topics that I studied in school as well, but my father wants me polished in the policies of our own kingdom, of course.”

“Are foreign policies of other lands so different from our own?” You asked, walking closer to him so he could drop the berries in his hands into your basket.

“It depends on the country.” He mused, crouching low to pick from more difficult spots. “The ones nearby are very similar, but across waters it begins to diversify greatly. Of course, all people are human at their core, intrinsically the same if we’re all torn down to the beginnings, but traditions and belief systems vary. It’s good to have a working knowledge of any land we may come to have dealings with.”

“Ah, the duties of a king.” You smiled softly as he stood to his full height beside you. The prince drifted closer to you as you weaved your way deeper into the forest. Close enough that you could feel the graze of his sleeve against yours, smell the fresh saffron against his tunic.

“Duty, I find, is a very inconvenient thing.” He looked at you and you pondered his words curiously.

“What do you mean?” You inquired gently, slowing your pace to match his.

“Always to be bound to one’s duty, never to allow the heart to decide.”

You paused a moment. “And what does the heart wish for?” You whispered, looking up at him. He’d come to a stop and you stilled as well, turning to face him.

“I think you know.” He returned just as softly. The weight of his words was heavy to bear; it brought with it a joy you’d felt was impossible. You had hoped he would say something like that; that he’d been feeling what you were feeling.

You were flush with warmth at the admission. “But your heart cannot have its desires?”

He smiled sadly, eyes softening as he looked at you. “Duty, you see. It seems it bends for no one.”

“I wish it would.” You admit timidly and he sighed, taking your hand carefully in his own.

“As do I.”

“Snow says we mustn’t worry now, after all, the future continues and we do not know what it holds.” You smiled, feigning an optimism you didn’t really feel. If even a prince could not choose for himself, why should you feel things could be any different for you?

At least you knew you weren’t the only one wishing.

“Should we go see her?” Jin smiled and you nodded. He released your hand and you strode ahead of him, leading him further into the forest and eventually into the clearing that held the dwarf’s cottage.

Snow was not alone when you arrived; however, and the two of you stood startled in the doorway as you took notice of her with a young man by the hearth of the fire. They looked up at the two of you as the door swung open and Snow smiled, coming to pull you into a hug.

“You’ve come!” She cried happily. “I was so hoping you would. I wanted to introduce you both to my friend, Diterich. He’s the one I told you of, who saved me.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, your majesty.” Diterich said, bowing low. “Ma’am.” He said, inclining his head towards you and you smiled in return.

He was a handsome young man, dark, shaggy blonde hair and bright green eyes. He was well built and had a bow strapped to his back; you wondered if that was his profession. He was certainly not close to Snow in rank, but he held himself as though he were made for something more than his station in life and you liked that quiet confidence. You supposed Snow did too, based on the way she looked at him.

Love sick. It made your heart ache for her and you looked carefully over at Jin. Destiny had not been kind to any of you.

“I’ve heard of your kindness to my friend.” Jin said, “When everything is well again, you should be rewarded.”

Diterich shook his head, staring down at Snow, the same look of love she’d bestowed on him, and smiled. “With all due respect, your majesty, I didn’t do it for reward.”

“I like you all the better for it.” Jin smiled. “How did you come to find her, though?”

“Snow sent me a communication through letter. One of the dwarfs found me in Snow’s kingdom, at her direction, and delivered it personally. I am indebted to him. It has given me much comfort to see her safe and well. I am only sorry I could not bring her some of her clothes.”

Snow waved his comment away. “It is a small inconvenience. Besides, I am far happier to have your company than to have all my dresses back. All three of you. Will you be staying for supper?”

She looked to both Jin and yourself and you smiled with a shrug. “It’s still so early in the day so it’s hard to say, but I imagine I’ll be able to spare some time this evening.”

“I should hope so! By the way, did you happen to notice if there are any gooseberry bushes nearby? I want to make a pie tomorrow.”

You nodded, pointing out the window. “Yes, in fact, there are some just before the tree line. Over there.”

“Wonderful!” Snow cried, clapping her hands together. “Then tomorrow you can expect some pie.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.” You said.

“Snow has said you’ve been friends since childhood.” Jin said suddenly, “but I never did ask how the two of you had met.”

He inspected them with the same interest you had and you wondered if he could see what you could. The prince was intelligent, so you imagined the shared looks of longing had not been missed. Diterich looked to Snow before answering.

“We met as children. My father was a huntsman in their court and I was raised to take his place. As children, we would play in the castle together. We got into trouble a lot,” he grinned, “a princess wasn’t meant to be wrestling with a common boy. Kindred spirits, my mother would say. When my father passed, I took his place as a huntsman in the royal court. Youngest in Vildüngan history.”

His chest puffed as he said it and you smiled. “Your family must be very proud.”

He nodded, expression dropping suddenly. “My mother and sister are all I have left. They’re in hiding, though. As am I. The queen found out about the pig’s heart and ordered my head. It’s why I came here; to warn Snow.”

You looked to the princess in alarm, but she smiled at you with all the serenity of one whose life isn’t in perpetual danger. “She doesn’t know I’m here.” Snow assured, squeezing your arm. “All is well.”

“We need to start thinking of ways to get you back to your kingdom. You’re its rightful heir!” Jin insisted and she tutted, moving away from the hearth of the fire and towards the kitchen to keep her hands busy.

“It will all work out somehow, I have faith.” She replied flippantly and Jin looked angry.

“Why won’t you take this seriously?” He chastised. “She wants you dead and is actively seeking your heart. Let my father help, we can do something; go against her.”

“No.” She insisted, turning sharply to look at him. “I don’t want anyone else to be pulled into this. No one need inconvenience or injure themselves on my behalf. I’m already uneasy with how many people are involved; how many lives are directly affected because of this…I won’t have anymore.”

“But,” Jin began once more but was silenced as she frowned at him.

“I said no, Jin.”

The prince sighed, rubbing at his forehead in frustration. “Fine, I can’t make you take your safety more seriously. I must return home.” He bowed before turning towards the door and you looked from Snow back to Jin before following him out into the clearing, basket full of berries swinging from your arm.

“Jin!” You called, rushing to his side. He didn’t slow so you walked with him through the forest in silence. Just as the trees were thinning, Jin slowed his pace, sighing loudly.

“I’m afraid I won’t be seeing you again until the day after next.” At your questioning look, he proceeded. “My father and I are expecting foreign dignitaries this evening and we will play host until tomorrow evening as well. I won’t have time to spare while they’re here.”

“Duty, as you say.” You smiled. He returned your soft smile, nodding and reaching for your hand.

“I will be seeing you.” He said, leaving a soft kiss on the back of your hand before making his way back up to the castle.

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Your mother was in the garden when you returned, cutting cucumbers from their stalks. She looked up as you came through the gate, waving you over.

“Why did it take so long to pick berries?” Your mother asked with a frown, taking the basket from your arms.

“I went to say hello to the dwarfs while I was in the area.” You said, bending down beside her and helping to dig up carrots at her direction.

“You’re there too often these days; what business does a young woman have visiting 7 old men so often? Aren’t they in the mines at this time of day anyway?”

You sighed, brushing hair from your face as you dropped a couple carrots into the basket beside your mother. “Well, now that Else is married I don’t always have anyone to visit.”

Your mother frowned. “Perhaps you should think of getting married soon.” She said and you looked up at her startled.

“Get married? It’s not that easy, mother. I’m not even being courted.”

She gave you a look, eyes shifting over to the house. “If you gave a little more effort where prudent, perhaps that wouldn’t be a problem.”

You sighed, shaking your head and pulling another carrot from the dirt. “I’m not in love with Peter.” You whispered.

Your mother laughed, wiping her hands on her skirt. “Love? We don’t have that luxury, my dear. You know that.” She stood, hands extended for the basket full of vegetables and you handed it up to her before standing and grabbing your own basket with berries. “I expect you here all day tomorrow. You’ve been neglecting your duties and it’s time you start preparing to run a house of your own. Time waits for no one, you know.”

She walked into the house and you watched after her, chewing on your bottom lip as you willed the tears of frustration back. You wiped your hands on the apron over your dress before walking into the house and out of the sun.

Peter and your father were in the corner, both working with new fabrics. Peter looked up at you, offering you a small smile before returning to his work and you sighed softly to yourself. Why couldn’t you just love him?

. .

Your hands were sore. You’d been at the river all morning with your mother washing linen. It had been your job to beat the linen with a poss-stick as your mother insisted that’s what youth was for. You wondered if you’d ever be able to move again. What good was youth if it was wasted away on chores?

Hands feeling like they might just fall off, you wrung out the last of the fabrics before dropping it in your basket and heaving this onto your hip. Your mother chatted aimlessly as you walked from the riverside and around the edge of the forest towards your home.

You cast your eyes up towards the castle as it came into view around the bend of the trees and wondered idly what Jin was doing today. You knew he was entertaining foreign dignitaries, of course, but you couldn’t even imagine what that entailed. Perhaps they were holed up in some room discussing trade.

“Can you imagine living there?” Your mother asked, taking note of your gaze. You sighed, looking from her and back to the castle.

“Only in our dreams, mother.”

She hummed, shifting her own laundry basket in her arms. “If we lived in a place like that, I imagine we could have someone else tend to our washing. Our cooking, too. What must their food be like, hmm?”

You chuckled, kicking a pebble across the dirt path. “I suppose we’ll never know. Grand, I imagine, though. Warm potatoes and bread, sweet dessert’s whenever we ask for them. I would eat everything and die happy if I were them.”

“Thanks to the prince, we can have some share in their prosperity.” Your mother commented and you could see her looking at you from the corner of her eye. “He’s been very generous, as of late.”

You nodded; eyes trained on the dirt path beneath your feet. “Yes, he has been very kind.”

“He was never so kind when he was a boy. I wonder at the change.” She remarked and you wondered if she suspected more than she let on. She’d never seen the two of you together; aside from when he and his father had visited your home a few months ago.

“Perhaps he had a very good education.” You said as the roof of your home came into view. “Rumor has it he went to a school for training.”

“Rumor, you say?” She asked and you nodded, pushing through the gate in front of your house.

Conversation stopped then as the two of you went about hanging the laundry from the lines and working in the garden. Peter and your father were working on mending clothing in the home, so you didn’t feel like discussing the king and his son in their presence. It seemed your mother was also of the same mind set.

As the sun waned and the evening became cooler, Peter left your home with goodbyes and well wishes. You were only just finishing supper when the wind outside began to howl. Your father peaked his head outside the door and you watched as you ladled stew into bowls.

“A storm is approaching.” He commented softly. “I must make sure the animals are secured.” He left the home to the small stable behind your house and you listened as the wind whistled loudly from outside the walls.

“We’ve not had rain in a while.” Your mother said, helping you to bring the food to the small table. “It will be good for the crops.”

The storm raged loudly through the night, rain pounding against the timber frame of your home. It was difficult to sleep with all the noise; thunder and lightning bursting loudly across the sky. You could hear your father snoring from the small room next to yours and it soon lulled you into a fitful sleep.

. .

Mornings after a storm were your favorite. The calm as opposition to the fierce raging of wind the night before a reminder that brighter days always followed the rain. You’d managed to convince your mother to allow you to check on the dwarfs this morning. You imagined they were mostly protected from the elements in their place among the trees. Even so.

After a quick breakfast of pottage, you dressed and made your way towards the forest. The sun was already sitting comfortably in the sky, illuminating the crystal blue sky and you listened happily to the sounds of birds singing as you walked through the fields.

You found, to your surprise, the prince already waiting by the forests edge. He sat upon a boulder; legs draped out in front of him as he pulled blades of grass apart as distraction. He looked up as your footsteps roused his attention, smile spreading across his lips.

“Y/N.” He beamed, standing and coming to meet you.

“I’m surprised to see you so early!” You exclaimed. “Won’t your father be missing you?”

“Actually, he and our guests drank well into the evening. They will be spending the next few hours recovering in bed.” He said with a roguish grin and you chuckled, making your way into the forest.

The prince followed quickly. “Did you not drink yourself, your majesty?” You teased and he smiled at you.

“I did, but only a little. I knew I wanted to use the opportunity to see you.”

You looked away with a small chuckle, smoothing hair away from your face. “Well, here I am.” You smiled. Before you could continue, there was a heavy rustling in the trees and both you and Jin stopped, watching with unease as something came crashing through the branches.

To your surprise; it was the dwarfs who came rushing into sight and they stopped suddenly, panting before you.

“Y/N, your majesty!” Doc gasped, clutching at his rounded belly as he took deep steadying breaths. The panic in his tone was palpable and your back straightened in alarm.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. Jin seemed just as tense from their unusual greeting and you waited with baited breath for your friends to continue.

“It’s Snow.” Doc finally said and your alarm rose.

“What of her?” The prince asked sharply and all eyes turned to him. The dwarfs were still breathing heavily from their run; disrupting the usual quiet of the forest.

“Your majesty!” Sleepy blubbered, hardly able to contain himself. “Snow has died.”

“What?!” You gasped, eyes swiveling desperately to each face, each as stricken as the next.

“How?!” The prince demanded and Doc was quick to try and calm the atmosphere.

“She has not died.” He pacified. Your chest was so tight you thought it might burst. How could someone possibly die and not die all at the same time? “She’s been put under a spell; a sleeping spell.”

“I don’t understand.” Jin said tersely. You’d never seen him look so distraught.

“Allow me to explain.” Doc continued, “An old hag came to the cottage when we were away. She had a basket of apples. I’m unsure how, but Snow came to acquire one.”

“It was poisoned and that foolish girl took a bite.” Grumpy cried furiously.

Doc tried once more to continue, but Happy spoke first. “We chased the hag, but it was difficult in the storm. Chased her up the mountain but she slipped and fell off. It was the queen, your majesty. It was her stepmother.”

“Did you capture her?” Jin asked angrily, back ramrod straight as he paced back and forth. “Did you tie her up to be tried for her crimes?”

“No need,” Bashful said, shaking his head. “The queen is dead. She died from the fall.”

“What of Snow?” You rasped, “where is she?”

“That’s why we were coming for you, your majesty.” Doc said once again. “It was old magic the queen used; ancient. Unless she can find true loves kiss, she’ll remain asleep forever. We can take you to her.”

“True loves kiss?” Jin asked, voice cracking in his grief.

The dwarfs nodded. “It’s the only cure.” Sneezy bemoaned. “That’s why we came to find you, your majesty.”

“Me?” Jin asked, looking to you and back to the dwarfs.

They looked to you; gazes filled with pity before Doc spoke once more. “You are her betrothed, your majesty. If not you, then who?”

The pain in your chest was severe. Fracturing from the loss of a friend; ripping apart as the prospect of losing the one man you truly loved loomed like a shadow over you.

“What do I have to do?” He whispered and you looked up at him.

“True loves kiss.” Dopey murmured, eyes shifting over to you sadly and then back to the prince.

It was silent for what felt like eternity, the gravity of the situation sinking in and you felt buried under the weight of it; the forest floor waiting to accept you. The prince looked to you, tears already in his eyes, but your own vision of him quickly blurred.

"I have to try." Jin choked and you could feel your heart break a little more, "she's one of my closest friends. I can't sit back and do nothing; I couldn't live with myself. I have to try."

"I understand." You murmured. "What if you're able to wake her?"

Jin paused, his eyelashes fluttering closed, a line drawing between his eyes. "Let's not think about it right now. I have to go." He gave you one last glance before darting further into the forest with the dwarfs and out of sight.

Was it possible to die from a broken heart? You were sure the question had been asked before...you were also sure the answer was yes. Your heart ached in a way you'd never imagined it could.

The love of your life was running to the side of another woman, and though you knew his reasoning was righteous and sound, you ached for the inevitable outcome. A prince was meant to be with a princess. This was no fairy tale, not for you, at least. You can't always have what you want.

But as you stood there in the grass, surrounded by your broken dreams, you mourned what you could never have had. Even if Snow had not eaten the apple, even had she not been born at all, you would never have been given your heart’s desire; your class was decided before you were born and you would do well to remember it.

When Snow awoke, as she inevitably would, you would be left to watch them marry. Worse still, your father would likely be commissioned to make Jin's wedding clothes and you would be expected to help. That was a bitter truth you could not swallow. To carry the wedding clothing of the man you were desperately in love with...only for him to wear them with someone else.

You could not do it.

Your feet began to take you before your mind could catch up. The dwarves’ home, tucked delicately between the trees and the stream. The lighting surrounding the cottage was dim despite the morning hour, the house dark in the absence of the once warm lighting; filled with the dwarfs and Snow's laughter and song.

Now it felt as empty as your heart. The evening turned chilly, the storm from yesterday taking with it the sun from the late summer and you shivered at the thresh hold, lifting your hand carefully to push against the door.

With a soft creak, the door swung open and you glanced inside. In their haste, everything had been left exactly as it was. An uncooked gooseberry pie sat on the counter top, flour strewn across. The fire in the fire place had long gone out. And there, by the table, an apple with one bite.

You stood in the door way a moment, staring down at the beautiful red skin of the nearly pristine apple. Contemplating. You could not bear to face a future without him in it.

With three quick strides, you picked up the apple and ran from the house, seeking out the privacy the trees afforded you. Not far from the home, in a particularly dense part of the forest, you stood staring down at the beautiful, red fruit.

A choice, so simple yet so difficult. One bite; you knew that's all it would take...but was it really worth it? The light was fading fast this deep in the forest and you shivered, looking around in the darkness.

You thought of Jin again, of his handsome, smiling face. His kind and gentle heart, his loyalty and good nature. Was he with Snow White now? Had she already woken up? He was no longer your Jin; forever the kingdoms Seokjin and your heart wept.

You wouldn't even be missed.

Staring down at the apple you closed your eyes, breathing slowly out of your nose before bringing it to your lips and taking a bite. It was bitter, acidic, and it burned. You coughed, dropping the apple to the ground and fell to your knees, spluttering, eyes watering as your tongue swelled and you felt your blood turn to ice in your veins.

Everything hurt, your limbs felt like they were made of fire, burning, burning, burning and then black.

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the ebb and flow | part one

“But you do know that it’s possible for a child of wisdom and a child of the sea to be amicable. Maybe even be more than that. However, at the end of the day, it’s really just because of you and Jeongguk.”

[demigod!jeongguk x demigod!reader]

genre: percy jackson!au, mythology!au, demigod!au, enemies to lovers!au

word count: 2.2k

rating: pg-13

warnings: language, character tension lol

a/n: ahhh. today’s our baby bun’s birthday + dynamite is number one on billboard, so you know i had to deliver something! for a while now, i’ve wanted to start a drabble series (especially since i always feel pressured to write longer 10k+ fics). also, i love pjo so, so much. this idea has been on my mind for a while now, so i really hope you all enjoy! i can’t wait for you guys to read the next parts :) xoxo

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the fifth summer - in which you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place

Perhaps, challenging Cabin Three to an impromptu capture the flag game had been a bad idea from the start. However, you fully blame their head counselor for egging you on in the first place.

If Jeon Jeongguk would just learn to keep his damn mouth shut, maybe you wouldn’t have felt the need to defend yourself. The only reason you challenged Poseidon’s cabin in the first place was because he called your battle strategy weak. Thinking about it now, you honestly don’t recall how the conversation even got to that subject—after all, you and Jeongguk argued a lot most days—but you knew he was wrong.

How could you—a daughter of Athena—have weak battle strategy? The idea was absolutely absurd. Your mother was the goddess of wisdom and battle strategy; and as a child who literally sprung forth from her brain, you inherited every drop of her skills.

While you admit that the son of Poseidon is probably one of the more capable demigods here—though you’ll never dare say it to his face—he’s also arrogant, and arrogance never wins in a game of pure strategy. Thus, in the five summers you both have attended Camp Half-Blood, you’ve won more capture the flag games than Jeongguk has. Maybe he forgot that little fact.

“Are you sure you want to lose again, Jeon?” you asked him, a smirk stretched across your lips.

“I think you’ll be the one losing today, miss goody-two-shoes.”

Unfortunately, neither of you managed a victory this time because a certain someone from Apollo’s cabin spilled the beans to Chiron. You don’t even know how Jung Hoseok found out about the game, probably from one of those sneaky Hermes kids, but you were going to—

“Y/n, I expected better from you.”

You freeze up at the disappointed look on Chiron’s face. Although your pride is wounded, you know he’s right—you’ve always been a top-notch camper, which is why you’re head counselor of your cabin. However, when Jeongguk gets involved, you just can’t seem to think clearly. Beside you, you hear the devil himself break into laughter. He attempts to hide it as a cough, but Chiron doesn’t buy it and shoots him a glare.

“Don’t think I’m letting you off the hook either, Jeongguk.” The boy sobers up. “You both know better.”

“Sorry, Chiron,” the apology simultaneously slips past both your lips.

The centaur sighs. “It was quite reckless to get both your cabins involved like that. It’s only the first full week of summer, and things are already this bad?”

You know he’s referring to the first time you and Jeongguk butted heads together. It was your second summer, and Jeongguk accidentally shot a canon of water in your face while you were practicing your archery. Your natural reaction was to shoot an arrow back at him. Obviously, you both got a mouthful from Mr. D afterwards.

Since then, as each summer’s gone by, it’s been little things—like tripping each other, spilling food on each other, causing the other to lose at games. This impromptu capture the flag is probably the worst thing you’ve both decided to do.

“I promise it won’t happen again,” you speak up, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Can you?” Chiron lifts a brow.

Suddenly, Jeongguk nods. “Yeah, I sure can. Because it was y/n’s idea in the first place—”

“Only because you made me do it!” you interrupt, facing him now. “It’s always you and your cocky attitude that gets us in trouble.”

“Well, what about your pride, huh? You’re too damn prideful to admit that you. Can. Be. Wrong,” he spats. “Have you thought about that?”

You are riled up; you can feel your body shaking. “I’m never wrong, Jeon Jeongguk.”

“I think that’s enough, you two.”

Taking a step back, you release a deep exhale and turn to face Chiron again. “Sorry…again.”

He just waves your words away and clears his throat. “I will let this incident go”—your ears perk up at that— “only if you two serve a punishment.”

Your stomach drops at his words. In all of your years here, you’ve never done anything bad enough to warrant a punishment. You’ve seen plenty of younger campers receive penalties in the past, but you’re eighteen now and the thought of having to do something embarrassing in front of the entire camp makes you nauseous. No one would let you live that down.

“How about cleaning the Pegasus stalls for a week?”

“A week?” you exasperate. Cleaning stalls was much better than doing something during the campfire, that’s for sure. But still—a week is a long time. You have campers to take care of. “I don’t have a week to spare just to clean—”

“Okay,” Chiron interrupts. “We’ll make it two.”

Jeongguk shoots you a death glare, but you can’t help the next words that tumble past your lips.

“But isn’t Taehyung in charge of the stables?” You refer to the son of Zeus. “Why the—”

“Should I make it a whole month?”

“Two weeks is perfect,” Jeongguk grits through his teeth.

“Okay, I expect you both to be at the stables sharp and early tomorrow morning then,” Chiron smiles. “Just be glad Dionysus isn’t here this week or you both would’ve had worse punishments.”

After he dismisses you both, you begrudgingly follow Jeongguk out of the Big House. By this point, it’s almost dinnertime and you really should make sure everyone in your cabin is already at the dining pavilion. As you’re lost in thought about what to eat for dinner tonight, Jeongguk suddenly turns around and forces you to stop in your tracks.

“Thanks a lot,” he practically spits out venom. “Your big mouth gave us an extra week with the Pegasi.”

“Looks who’s talking,” you frown. “You have the biggest mouth there is.”

“At least I know when to shut up,” he retorts. “Now, we have to clean the stables every damn morning.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t act like I actually want to spend more time with you than I already do, Jeon.”

Bypassing him, you ignore his grunts of protest and make your way to Cabin Six. Outside of the gray building, you already see some of your half-siblings making their way to dinner. You greet a few of them, but they’re not who you’re looking for. Walking inside the cabin, you search the stacks of the books and finally find who you’re searching for. As if he knows you’re staring at him, he looks in your direction. “Hey.”

“Hey, Namjoon,” you wave at him.

He sets the book he’s holding down and begins walking towards you. “How did the meeting with Chiron go?”

“Oh,” you awkwardly scratch the back of your head. “Jeongguk and I have to clean the Pegasi stables for two weeks.”

Namjoon scrunches his nose at that. “That’s unfortunate.”

“Tell me about,” you sigh, and then look him in the eyes. “Because of that, would you mind helping me with counselor duties these next few weeks?”

“Sure,” he shrugs. “I mean, it can’t be that bad, right?”

You consider Kim Namjoon to be your second-in-command. As a son of Athena, he is equally as brilliant as you—if not more so—and is a natural born leader. And in all honesty, he could’ve been the head of the cabin; except, he didn’t want to. Something about how he’d rather spend his days doing more productive things.

“Yeah,” you nod, “just make sure everyone’s awake in time for breakfast—you know how some of the kids can be without proper nutrition—and morning activities.”

Namjoon seems to ponder this for a moment before agreeing and you both head off to the dining pavilion. You’re thankful that there’s someone like him in your cabin, that you two get to be technical half-siblings. Because it’s going to be a long next two weeks.

That night at dinner, as you’re drinking from the pavilion goblets, you feel a pair of eyes burn the back of your head. You don’t even have to turn around to know it’s from table three. Jeongguk’s predictable like that. And as you throw your food offerings into the fire and prepare for the nightly campfire, you never feel his gaze leave you.

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A part of you wants to blame the fact that you hate Jeongguk so much on your mother’s rivalry with his dad.

Ever since Athena became the patron saint of Athens, you know she’s had issues with Poseidon. You don’t know why—olives are so much better than a salty water spring anyway. But you do know that it’s possible for a child of wisdom and a child of the sea to be amicable. Maybe even be more than that.

However, at the end of the day, it’s really just because of you and Jeongguk.

Ever since you were thirteen and started your first year at camp, you’ve hated him. What started off as a simple dislike became this thing where you can’t even stand to be in the same room as him. Every half-blood knows that you both are rivals, which is why you’ve never willingly been on the same capture the flag team or on a quest together. Not that you’d want to anyway.

Which is why it makes this punishment so terrible. You have no doubt Chiron knew exactly what he was doing.

Despite your repulsion towards the son of Poseidon, you wake up before the sunrises—which isn’t entirely unusual for you. But what is unusual is that you don’t even have time to pick up a book or look through your laptop. You already have somewhere to be.

After you pull on your orange t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts, you slip your sneakers on and make your way towards the stables. As you walk past the arena and volleyball courts, you’re surprised to see a few campers already walking around. A few of them give you curious glances, probably wondering why the head counselor of Athena’s cabin is outside at this hour; but you ignore their looks and continue marching ahead.

Once you make it to the stables, you already see Kim Taehyung unlocking the gate. He must hear you approaching because he turns around with a boxy smile on his face. “Good morning, y/n.”

You wonder how someone like him could be so cheery this early in the morning; on the surface, Taehyung appears rather nice—approachable, even. However, you know that he often has a storm brewing in his eyes. He isn’t afraid to zap people with lightning.

“Hey…”

“I’m so excited you and Jeongguk get to be here with the Pegasi. When Chiron told me about your p—I mean, when he mentioned that you guys would be helping, I thought it was very nice of him,” Taehyung finally unlocks the gate and beckons you to follow him.

Inside the stables, you notice that quite a few of the Pegasi are already awake and begging for attention. You pet one gently on the head, enjoying the soft hair underneath your fingers. Maybe this punishment wouldn’t be so bad.

“He wants to know if you have any carrots.”

Pulling your hand away, you realized you’re getting ahead of yourself. Looking towards the doorway, Jeongguk stands there with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. You know he’s referring to the Pegasus, and you forgot that he could communicate with equines.

“Oh good, you’re here Jeongguk,” Taehyung claps a little too enthusiastically. “That way I don’t have to explain everything twice.”

The son of Zeus explains what he does every morning and every evening, and everything seems easy enough. All you and Jeongguk have to do is clean and feed the Pegasi. Taehyung mentions that he’ll swing by during the week if you two need help, but you let him know that he doesn’t have to do that—everything’s pretty self-explanatory.

“Also, you don’t have to worry about letting them out,” Taehyung continues. “Campers come to ride them during the day, so they should be fine when it’s nighttime.”

After he shows you two where everything is, Taehyung leaves you with the key and two to get to work. By the time you and Jeongguk are done with everything, it feels like hours have surely gone by. Although the work itself is easy enough, there are more Pegasi than you realized.

“How the hell does Taehyung do all of this by himself?” you ask once you put your broom away. You don’t expect an answer, but Jeongguk gives you one anyway.

“He’s been doing this since he got here. I guess he really likes Pegasi.”

Turning to face Jeongguk, you don’t miss the way sweat beads along his forehead and how he uses the bottom of his orange shirt to wipe it away. Your eyes travel down to the exposed skin of his abdomen, drinking in the sight of his tan and toned body. Before he can realize you’ve been staring for a second too long, you’re already halfway out of the stable.

Did I just check out Jeongguk? No, you shake your head; you were just looking at what was in front of you. Besides, he was talking to you anyway. You were not admiring him at all.

“What time are we supposed to meet back here?” his voice catches you before you can get too far.

You stop and turn back around. “I guess before the campfire?”

Jeongguk nods at that, and you proceed to ignore him for the rest of the day. At least, until you both have to be at the stables again later.

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bunnyylemon · 4 years

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kook’s bunny

BTS X female reader

Word count: 1156 Rating: PG (M in future) Genre: hybrid au!, poly au!, boys are still idols Pairings: Jungkook x hybrid reader eventually and poly!bts x reader eventually Warning: optional hints to past hybrid (physical) abuse, implied hybrid mental abuse, future smut, future Summary: Jungkook realizes he lonelier than he initially thought without boys and decides that adopting a hybrid is the solution

I want to start a short series and this is it I have more but this is the only logical place to stop and post right now so I know if you even like the idea of it. Please please please leave a comment on what you think of it or you think its bad or I should continue or even mistakes I made or things to change. So basically this kind of a long teaser.

Currently all the boys were taking a break from work after their last Tour and we’re supposed to be coming back from visiting their families soon. Except for Jungkook who had already been back for about a week and in that week he realized something. He is very bored and lonely without the boys and even when they are there they have become busier and busier so they have spent less and less time together that wasn’t working or on camera.

For quite a while now he had been toying with the idea of getting a hybrid and what better time than now. It was very common for people to have hybrids and even many k-pop stars had them and showed them off publicly (not to be rude but in kind of like the same way pets and Yeontan are you know what I mean).

He had gone to Namjoon to ask if he could get a hybrid first because that would mean some changes to the house and didn’t seem to have a problem but said he should ask everyone else too. Tae, Jimin, and Hoseok were fairly easy to convince, Yoongi agreed after he was assured that he wouldn’t be bothered by said hybrid witch Jungkook had already planned on, and Jin was the hardest because it inevitably led into a lecture about responsibility. Jungkook was very aware that he was doing this by himself and he was responsible for taking care of his new hybrid.

First, he cleaned up the guest room, washing the sheets, making the bed, and dusted, because no one has ever used that room the entire time they owned the dorm, to be his hybrids new room. He didn’t go into buying new stuff for the room as he doesn’t know what to get yet or what they will even like.

When everyone is finally back and it finally does come time to go to the adoption agency he is so nervous. He knows that he wants someone around the same age and not a child meaning it would be an easier process which calms him a little bit but that also means that they just might not like him. Jungkook asks Tae to come with him to keep him from panicking (and Tae was also just super excited).

When they get there Jungkook is taken back by himself to where the hybrids are. The place almost looks like to him like a mental hospital a rehab there were tables and chairs in a little section with couches and plenty probably too many hybrids in this one room. Jungkook notices a small bunny hybrid with gray ears sitting on the floor in the corner of the room alone. She hadn’t yet noticed Jungkook stare because she was focused on drawing on your arm with a pen you had “found.”

The lady who had brought Jungkook in noticed his stare and directed her attention to her immediately getting mad. “Will you excuse me one moment? I’m so sorry,“ she said she began to walk angrily towards the hybrid.

He watched as the hybrid stood up and the lady snatched the pen out of her hand and scolding and pointing at her arm. The bunny pulled her sleeve down then left the room presumably to the beds or somewhere else as punishment. Then the lady returned “I’m so sorry about that-”

“Who was she?” Jungkook cut her off

“What? The bunny hybrid? Sir, I can assure you that we have much better presentable and well-behaved hybrids here than her”

“What is her name?”

“That was y/n sir but are you sure you-”

“Can I speak to her?”

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You were stopped on your way back to the bunkers and brought into a signing office. You sat in the corner chair with your knees up to your chest alone for a couple of minutes confused when the door opens and a lady you recognized walking around the facility walked in. Behind her was the man you saw earlier in the presentation rooms and another you didn’t know. The boys looked at you as they sat down in front of the desk.

“I’ll give you all a minute to introduce yourselves and then we can make a decision and hopefully start signing,” she spoke with a smile and closed the door

“Ummm hi,” he held his hand out to shake as spoke awkwardly and with a shy smile, “I’m Jungkook and this is my friend Tae.”

You looked down at his hand but didn’t take it. You didn’t mean it to be rude you were just very nervous and he could understand.

“I saw how that lady was mean to you earlier. I’m so sorry about that. Can I see what you were drawing on your arm.”

You nodded moving your legs down and pulling up your sleeve to show him. He recently took your arm in hand to look at the intricately detailed flowers you had drown in blue pen still unfinished. Tae had leaned over to look as well, “that’s so pretty” he spoke for the first time and reached out to hold your arm as well. You flinched a little pulling your arm away as he reached for you feeling much too overwhelmed in the first place.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“ he trailed off.

“It’s ok I’m sorry I just umm-“ and you have given him your arm.

Jungkook looked at you in that char and you were so small and cute he just wanted you to feel safe and couldn’t believe just how rude that woman was.

“Umm, so I would like to adopt you to get you out of here if that is something you would like of course.”

You nodded yes looking between the two of them “yes, please “

At this Tae became very excited, though he was trying to hide it, already finding you extremely adorable “Yay, we promise me, Jungkook, and the rest of our hyungs will be very nice too you.” After that the nice lady came back in and they began the paperwork. During the signing process, you didn’t really have to be there, as in reality you had no say, so you were taken to gather your clothes and other stuff.

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In the car, you were almost completely silent till halfway through Tae started asking you simple questions about yourself like what is your favorite color food thing to draw stuff like that in an attempt to make you feel more comfortable talking to them. They started to realize that you didn’t know about a lot of things in the world with how little access you had to it from the shelter and you’re previous owners. On top of that, they noticed that you haven’t loosened up to them that much and were still very nervous especially know knowing that there are 5 more boys to meet.

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yandere-society · 4 years

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Day 9 | Christmas Lights

Synopsis: All you wanted was a peaceful Christmas. But as you lay crying on the floor, tangled in a bunch of Christmas lights, you realize your mistake for inviting your two best friends, Yoongi and Hoseok.

The 12 Days of Black Christmas Event Masterlist

Pairing: Sope x Female Reader

Admin: @nomnomsik

Trigger warnings: sexualization of women, yandere themes. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with these topics.

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“Why are you here when you don’t even celebrate Christmas.”

“Well, well, well, look at the atheist talking.”

“Will you two cut it out?” You groaned, turning around to the pair avoiding their gazes, heads swung to the side and expressions irritated. Both of their arms crossed across their chests, their mouths huffing in annoyance at the other’s presence as the boxes of decorations that were once in your hands were softly placed onto the floor.

“I didn’t ask both of you to help me decorate my place just to see your passive aggression rub off each other.” You added.

“You’re right.” Hoseok steps forward, sighing and scratching the back of his head. “I’m sorry about that, y/n.” He sheepishly smiles, Yoongi’s face morphing in disgust off to the side.

“Don’t act like a goody-two-shoes when you’ve been hostile to me ever since I took a step in the house.” Yoongi spat, walking over to the mountain of boxes and pulling the ornaments for the Christmas tree.

“Oh, so you would prefer it if I acted like I’m your best buddy?” Hoseok scoffed, as you exasperatedly sighed, shaking your head.

“Guys… Please…” You begged, no longer feeling the motivation to stop them. “I just wanted to have fun. If it’s too difficult, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

The two glared at each other, their lips tight as if they were about to blame the other. Yoongi’s body slackened as he sighed, his fingertips tapping against the clear tape that sealed up the boxes. He pulled an exposed part of the flap, tearing the tape and the contents inside bursting out.

Yards of Christmas lights rained from above, falling over your head and wrapping around your neck, arms, and legs. Your foot caught on the wire, your body stumbling and falling onto the floor as the attention of the two men shifted onto you.

“Oh my god!” Yoongi gasped, rushing over before Hoseok’s hand on his shoulder turned him away.

“See this is all your fault!” Hoseok yelled, taking steps towards Yoongi who sneered.

“What do you mean?! If you weren’t here, there wouldn’t be a problem at all!”

“I could say the same to you! Look at what you just did!”

“Guys…” You muttered, pulling on the Christmas lights that tangled through your legs. “Please… Help… Stop fight-”

“You aren’t even close to her!” Yoongi replied, head hot as he locked gazes with the younger.

“And? You just happen to be one of her many coworkers!” Hoseok bellowed, feeling a rush of heat through his body.

“You’re also someone she just works with. You’re nothing special.”

While the two men bickered above you, your fingers tugged at the string of lights that coiled around your body. You heaved in frustration at the never-ending loop of wire, only to find your legs still stuck. It wasn’t until a loud shout from above did you break away from your thoughts.

“Well, everyone around her feels that way! But I’m different!”

“And I’ve been trying to tell you that you don’t even know her well!” Yoongi shouted back, his expression growing tight and angry. “I’ve known her for years!”

“And I’ve been under the impression that you have to be in control of things, you control freak!”

“Whatever. I don’t think that. Stop trying to paint me like the bad guy when you decided to ruin my time with y/n.” Yoongi huffed.

“Please…” You whispered, growing tired of the constant yelling that rang in your eardrums, the growing headache of the constant quarreling, and the endless loops of Christmas lights that ceased to unwind.

All the built-up frustration and the inability to have a fun, joyful Christmas with the two friends in your life came crashing down as you gave up. You stopped struggling, your arms coming down to your sides as your eyes stared off to the side on the floor. Tears began to well up in your eyes as you began to cry.

“Who do you think you-” Hoseok started, turning around as he picked up your quiet sobs. Yoongi looked over in the same direction as his breath hitched. His eyes widened as his body began to grow warm.

There you laid, teary-eyed, face red and lips formed in a pout. The Christmas lights wrapped around the curves of your body, tightly secured against your chest, waist, and thighs. Helpless, weak, and needy.

“Hoseok… Fuck, get her to stop crying. Shit-” Yoongi cursed, shifting uncomfortably as his pants tightened.

“No, I kind of… like her like this.” He whispered back, kneeling down and bringing his fingertips to brush the hair covering your face. Hoseok began to cup your cheeks as you flinched, taken aback at the intense gazes directed at you.

“Uh- What-” You began, trying to separate away at first, but only to end up breathless at awe in the mens’ gazes. Yoongi came up beside you, his face flushed and eyes hazy with lust.

“She looks... so good… when she cries.” Yoongi muttered to Hoseok who seemed to nod in agreement. You shuddered, feeling chills crawl down your spine as your mind began to race a million miles per second.

What the fuck is going on? What-

“I still can’t forget the first day I saw her at the office when I finally got hired. I’ve never seen a pencil skirt look so good on a woman before.” Hoseok murmured, as he moved in closer, lips close to your ear.

Yoongi chuckled, growing aroused as you looked up at the two of them with vulnerable eyes, body quivering in fear as a tear dropped from your chin.

“I get what you mean.” Yoongi agreed. “Why do you think I haven’t quit my job yet?”

Hoseok laughed, tongue slipping out as he licked his lips. The two finally seemed to acknowledge your existence as well as come to a consensus for once, joining you in the pile of Christmas lights.

“You know, as much as I love you in that skirt, I think the lights suit you better. Don’t you think so too, Yoongi?”

“Yeah, and I think the lights make you look prettier so let’s keep it this way. Screw the decorations, Hoseok.”

“Hmm?”

“I think we found something else to decorate instead.”

#yandere bts #yandere yoongi #yandere hoseok #yandere sope #sope #bts sope #bts fanfiction #bts scnearios #bts christmas #bts fic #yoonseok #bts yoonseok #yandere yoongi x reader #yandere hoseok x reader

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petitlavande · 4 years

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{bts!moodboard!} ❝mono.❞

#bts #moodboard #bts moodboard #bts rm #bts rm moodboard #bts kim namjoon #rm mono #mono #bts edit #bts scnearios

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joonsjeon · 5 years

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fairy! jungkook

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giasonesdream · 5 years

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Interesting Dates: BTS Edition

The likelihood of me doing any other group is so low so idk why I’m saying it’s the BTS edition but let me roll with it. Hey who knows, maybe ya’ll can send other groups (girl or boy) and I can go with it.

ANYWAYS

BigHit dropped the acoustic version of Make It Right ft Lauv and I got road trip vibes which lead me to think about dates with BTS that aren’t the simple coffee shop/ movie thing. Let’s go!

Kim Namjoon: He’s taking you to the beach. He doesn’t seem like the pushy/persistent type, so most times if you say “no” to something, he’ll back off. But when you complain that going to the beach in the winter is strange, he only brings you closer, wanting to touch you in any way possible and have a reason to lower his tone, put on the persuasion. “I think we’ll have a fun time,” he would say. And how are you supposed to say no, then? That’s right, you can’t.

The sky is clear, saturated blue expanding for miles beyond a horizon that’s only an idea to you. The sun beats down, and as the ocean wind whips with rushing cold air, the sun above beats down like a cloak of warmth. Walking along the shore, the sand is harder beneath your covered soles. It’s relaxing in a way you can’t describe. Your heart doubles in size to see the serenity on his features. You allow him to contemplate as he does, and it’s beautiful. It feels like you’re birthing something special: a memory, a past-time, a tradition.

Kim SeokJin: He gets the both of you seats at a Sip & Paint class. And right before the class starts, you spend a good fifteen minutes in the wine section of the closest grocery store, sizing up whether tonight you would want to sip on white or red. Seokjin goes for pink, and you remind him that he loves the taste too much, that there won’t be much of sipping happening. He already knows that. That’s the point.

For the actual event, you’re tasked with painting a mountain landscape. Pretty but not unique. That's why your boyfriend's commentary keeps you constantly giggling, yelling at him to stop talking because your hand is trembling. And he gets people on board in the conversation. Overall, it feels like a good change of pace for you two. The sun is set once you leave, and the night continues on just as light.

Min YoonGi: You guys are going to an Open Mic event. He likes to explore and see new artists. Whether it's slam poetry or someone playing a cello piece, he likes to go to these types of things with you. It gives you guys a chance to see something you may have never seen before and talk about it afterwards.

The theatre is small, intimate. You can hear the lights whirring on the ceiling as they are moved for effect. Your heartbeat is coated in the bass of the sounds ricocheting off the walls. Yoongi is next to you, his arm and thigh pressed against yours. You both exchange looks when the other is too enthralled in the art before you.

Jung Hoseok: Boy is taking you to a VR Lounge followed by a quick stroll through the city at night to that restaurant you've been wanting to try out. But the VR Lounge.

There's a game there that you both get attached to easily. It's a speed racing game, a neon city for the game mod. Neither of you are particularly good, but it's thrilling. His groans and shouts can be heard in your ear as he praises your wins and whines at his losses. Sometimes he tries to throw you off by tickling your side, but at some point it just feels like any reason he has to touch you. Afterwards, when you've had your fill, you guys walk together. His arm is wrapped around your shoulders as the night has gotten colder. His laugh is loud and melodic but his words are low and heavy in his throat. It's all so fun and safe that life can't get any better than this moment.

Oh look at that this got way more in depth than I expected. Maknae line coming soon 😊

#bts #bts imagines #bts scnearios #bts hyung line #bts fluff #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok

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nomnomsik · 5 years

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Yay, requests are open ^^ i was wondering who is (MTL) easily manipulated by MC. Thank you :)

Trigger warning: yandere-themes and unhealthy relationships.

Most

Yoongi - Poor boy would do anything for OC. He’s completely whipped that even if he wants to defy and not fulfill what you want, he subconsciously gives you what you want in the end. He’s so head over heels obsessed that any affection you give him will have him melt in your hand. You should your power accordingly. If you get him angry, don’t ask for things for a while and butter him up with affection.

Hoseok - He’s not as soft as Yoongi but he does want to give you what’s best. If it specifically involves dancing, he’ll give it to you immediately. The two things Hoseok cares about is dance and image. If anything lies within those two sections, you can easily manipulative him to get what you want. However, just know you can’t ask for everything.

Jimin - He’s tricky because he only cares about himself. Jimin is the one that usually wants something from you that you barely get the chance to ask him for something in return. If you try to manipulative him by not giving him what he wants until he fulfills something you want, he’ll throw a tantrum. He’ll yell things like “you don’t love me!” or “I knew you were cheating on me!” or the notorious “If you loved me–!”

Namjoon - Funny enough, I think Namjoon would be too tired of your shit and would let you get away with some things. He’s tired and busy most of the time that you have some freedom. But when he’s exhausted and comes back to see you being a complete brat, he’s just not going to have it and goes like “fine, whatever.”.

Jungkook and Jin - They’re similar as they’re both powerful. They get what they want and they both are aware of how much you rely on them. If you try to manipulative either, they’ll catch on immediately because you normally don’t ask for things and you rarely show emotion. They’ll only feel bad for you if you cry non-stop, though Jungkook would be on the rougher side and ignore you. Only when it starts to affect social perception, he’ll try to cheer you up. He fails horribly.

Taehyung - He doesn’t care about you. As weird as it sounds, you can’t use anything against him to manipulative him. Even if you did try to manipulative him by messing up his studio or art space, he’d punish you for it. He has almost no other hobby besides you. He doesn’t lust after you either. All he needs is your pretty face, whether you’re alive or dead.

Least

#yandere bts #yandere bts mtl #most to least #yandere namjoon #yandere seokjin #yandere yoongi #yandere hoseok #yandere jimin #yandere taehyung #yandere jungkook #yandere rm #yandere jin #yandere suga #yandere v #bts reactions #bts most to least #bts scnearios

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firebettercallnct · 4 years

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📞 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚

jungkook x reader

part thirteen: giant baby

masterlist

an; the text "the fuck u mean you're dating" is jungkook's idk what happened

rules for tags:

1. only via ask please don't send me messages or ask under the posts because i get lost and confused :(

2. send the date (ex. tag me in wtyp 29/7/20) because i get confused and don't know if i've already tagged you

#wtyp #bts smau #bts social media au #jungkook x reader #jungkook au #jungkook smau #jungkook texts #bts texting au #bts crack au #bts reactions #bts imagine #bts scnearios #bts fluff #bts angsty #jungkook imagines #bts texts

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littlenoona · 5 years

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I’m thinking of writing a Virgin!Reader x Experienced!Jimin, with tonnes of fluff? - Established best friend Jimin. Hm?

#jimin #bts smut #bts #bts scnearios #bts imagines #bts x reader #park jimin #bts jimin #smut #i love this gif #jimin x reader #he's so god damn beautiful #we're not worthy #my poor heart #jimin smut #he's an angel #bts fluff #jimin fluff

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taeken-my-heart · 3 years

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Charming Chapter 5

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Fantasy, Angst, Snow white/au

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 6253

Warnings: Brief mention of the evil queen wanting Snow’s heart. Future warnings are TW: Major character “death” TW: Thoughts of suicide TW: Attempted suicide. Nothing is graphically described. Chapters will be noted when these things take place.

** Jin’s P.O.V **

“Your highness.”

The sun had risen only an hour before. The prince was expected at breakfast in 30 minutes but the fresh air from outside the castle walls was too alluring a prospect.

Jin turned from his place on the balcony to survey the servant behind him. “His majesty the king wishes to have a conference with you.”

“Is he here now?” Jin asked, adjusting the sleeve of his tunic.

“Yes, your highness.”

“Very well.” Said Jin, nodding and moving towards the entrance of his balcony as the servant opened the door to his bedroom, allowing the king in before he exited himself.

Jin watched as his father moved about his room, running his fingers across old tapestries as he walked. “I remember when you were a boy, before your mother died, when we first gave you this room. You immediately broke the fine washing basin your mother and I had aquaired for you from Duchy of Savoy on one of our trips.”

“I remember.” Jin smiled, fingers sliding across the stone railing at his side. “Mother was extremely cross with me, but when I began to cry, she forgave me.”

“Always a gentle woman.” The king replied with a soft smile. He moved towards where Jin still stood at the balcony. “Had she still been alive, she would have known what to do with you, how to raise you far better than I knew how. She was very creative, always had ideas.”

“I think I’ve turned out OK.” The prince replied softly and the king nodded, sighing. His fingers tapped absently across the sheep’s skin draped over one of Jin’s chairs.

“I believe so, though not due to my own merits. That school taught you everything I failed to.” The king bemoaned. “I just didn’t know what to do with you. I failed you as a child but I would like to think I’ve grown better since then.”

“I believe we both have.” Jin said.

The king nodded, fastening his hands behind his back. “You have been decidedly absent since you returned.” He paused at Jin’s look of surprise, “You thought I wouldn’t notice? Where have you been?”

Of course his father would notice his absence; he was meant to be training alongside him. There was only so much a person could disappear before being missed. Shame colored the prince’s cheeks as he gripped the balustrade railing tighter.

“I’ve been taking walks. To clear my head.” He said carefully. The king seemed unconvinced so he pressed on. “It’s a lot of pressure, there is so much to remember. I’ve just been trying to take it all in.”

“In peasant clothing?”

Jin paused, clearing his throat. Someone saw him. Why was he surprised? “I felt it would be better to blend in. I’ve been wanting to get to know the village and the people. I want to be an effective leader, father, and I believe that requires me to know the people’s problems.”

The king paused a moment, hands still tucked behind his back as he crossed the room to look out the window. Jin leaned against the balcony railing. “Do you think me an ineffective leader?” He inquired.

Jin’s eyes widened and he shook his head, standing straight. “No, of course not! That was not what I meant to insinuate. Only that I have new ideas and thought that knowing the people better would help me in that course.”

“And you felt it best to dress as a pauper and wander the streets of the village in order to do so?” The king asked, turning to survey his son.

Jin floundered for words. “I was unaware that, that was considered an evil.”

"Only when you lie.” The king frowned, eyes narrowing. “You continue to do so now. I had to find out from servants that you were leaving the castle dressed like one of them when you were meant to be studying and now I come to find out you've been seen with a girl that is not your betrothed, and a commoner no less. Who is she?"

The prince flushed, turning away from the king to look over the kingdom. "No one you need to concern yourself with, father."

The king spluttered angrily, “what has gotten into you? Clearly I have failed you again. I thought you were ready to come home. Perhaps I’ve given you too much freedom.”

Jin sighed, “Father, please. I’m just asking you to not worry about that girl. She’s a friend.”

"I don’t care who she is; you will do your duty, Seokjin. To your country and to your king."

"I don't understand what my duty has to do with whom I choose to marry or spend my time with, father. Why can I not choose this for myself, so long as I fulfill my promises to my kingdom?"

“You said she was just a friend.” The king frowned.

“I’m speaking in hypotheticals.” Jin replied flippantly, turning to look back out over the balcony.

"You already know your answer; it is the way of things. Stop testing my patience." The king sighed, rubbing his forehead before beckoning Jin to sit down. The prince moved slowly to take a seat on the end of his bed and his father folded his hands behind his back once more. "You are my only son, my only heir. I am concerned for the future of this kingdom. After your mother passed, I've had to shoulder the burden of not only the kingdom, but raising you to be the type of man that our people deserve. I'm not going to be disappointed, am I?"

Jin frowned. He knew his father’s tricks and they weren't fair, but he understood them. He knew he wanted Jin to be happy but his duty to the kingdom had to be paramount and a princess for a wife was what made the most sense to him.

"No, you won't." Jin replied softly.

"Good. I expect you to learn to be the king this kingdom needs. Know your place in this world, my son. I’ll see you at breakfast." He left in a hurry, cloak billowing behind him.

**Y/N’s p.o.v**

Midsummer had arrived and had left you dirty and hot by the time you’d finished your chores. Stepping inside your home, you moved to the water basin by your bedroom, grabbing the cloth inside and scrubbing at your face. You had just enough time to make your way to the river before the sun began to set and you intended to make good use of that light.

You rushed from the house and into the forest. The rivers basin started high in the mountains, but not far from the house was a water fall that met a lake and funneled into the river that fed your village. Sometimes, on days like today, you would wash there.

It was quiet and most importantly, it was private. The sound of the waterfall greeted you as you stepped into the clearing and you moved towards a moss covered rock, removing your boots and quickly stripping down.

The sun was setting fast and though the dwarf’s cottage was nearby, you didn’t fancy trying to find your way in the dark. You scrubbed yourself quickly, shivering from the chill of the water. The sun had warmed it on its descent into the forest, but it was still Alpen water and made your skin prickle uncomfortably.

After quickly redressing, you made your way to the cottage to find Snow inside cutting potatoes for a stew. “Good evening,” you greeted, stepping into the cottage, warmed by the fire in the kitchen hearth. “The dwarfs are not home yet?”

“Hello!” Snow beamed, beckoning you closer. “They’ve not arrived yet, which is good. We’ve got time to get dinner prepared. I cannot even imagine how they ate before we arrived to help.”

You smiled, moving to grab the ingredients Snow had set aside for bread. “Certainly not as well as now, though Bashful does make some very fine meals.”

A knock at the door roused your attention and you moved towards it, pushing open to find the face of the prince. He seemed tired and distracted but he greeted you both with a smile and a soft hello.

“Good evening, Jin.” You smiled, closing the door behind him as he entered. “I was not sure you would make it today. I was just starting with the bread now; would you like to help?”

He nodded, moving to the table where you’d spread the ingredients and you began to prepare in silence. Snow distracted herself with cutting carrots, humming softly a tune that felt familiar and you watched as Jin focused on kneading the dough you’d given to him.

“You seem out of spirits, this evening.” You commented softly.

Jin’s head bounced up as though surprised by the sound of your voice. You raised an eyebrow at him and he nodded, flushing and returning to his task. “I apologize. I just have some things on my mind.”

“Anything I can help with?” You asked carefully.

He looked back up at you, features softening into a smile. “I thank you, but no. Unfortunately it is something that must plague my mind alone.” You nodded, allowing silence to overtake you once more. Usually the prince was lively with conversation, coaxing you from your own shell. Today it seemed that the tables were turned.

“Are you well?” He inquired softly and you looked up at him, nodding.

“Yes, thank you. I spent most of the day helping my mother in the garden. There is still time before we can harvest anything, but it is fulfilling work.”

“What do you grow in your garden?”

“Usually we grow things like potatoes, beans, and onions. My mother makes a lot of pottage, although these days because of your generous gifts, we’ve been able to enjoy stews. Thank you again for your kindness, I hope you know it is very much appreciated.”

“It is nothing that you do not deserve.” He said softly, shaping the dough like you’d shown him and cutting diagonal lines across the top. You flushed warm at his words, shaking your head as you placed the two loaves on the bread peel and moving them towards the oven.

“Would you like help, Snow?” You inquired as you moved towards where she stood in the kitchen, stirring the stew gently.

It was fragrant now; the smell of garlic and rosemary wafting through the small cottage and you took a deep, steadying breath in. Growing up, you rarely had the pleasure of such smells and tastes. Meat was expensive and the animals you did keep were more valuable alive than dead. If a chicken died, it would be utilized, but otherwise bread and porridge was the staple of your diet.

The river had sometimes provided fish, but your kingdom was far from the sea and that was often not available to you either. The first time you’d tasted meat was a gift from the king to your father. 1 pound of venison had been provided to your family when you were only 9 years old. Your mother hadn’t known what to do with it, so she’d boiled it plain and you’d eaten it with a potato at its side. It was a moment you’d never forget, though. A small glimpse into the life of the other side. You couldn’t have imagined a finer meal than that at the time.

“The only thing I need is for you to sit and enjoy yourself. Now that the bread is baking, we just need to wait. I am very grateful for your help these last few days. The company of another woman is invaluable, I have found.” She moved to stand across from you at the counter. “I am often alone in this cottage, and when the dwarfs are here, they speak mainly of the mines, which I find myself ill equipped to add comment to.”

You chuckled, sitting in a chair by the table. “They do love conversation of the mines. Even when I was a child and my mother would bring me; that was often a topic of great interest for them. I wonder that they have not found anything else to discuss.”

“When Jin and I were children at Hallen des Efeus, we would often talk of the same sorts of things. Things that don’t bear repeating; like our first fight. Do you remember that, Jin?”

“Yes of course.” Jin smiled.

“You were so cross with me.” Snow pouted over at him and he chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“You scolded me like a mother would her child!” He chided and she frowned, delicate hands moving to her hips.

“Well you were behaving like a child, what was I to do?” Snow asked, the corner of her lips turning up with a smile.

“I was a child.” Jin insisted, pink dusting the apples of his cheeks.

“You were 13, that’s hardly a child.” Snow tutted, turning to look at you. “So you see, a woman’s company is a lovely thing to have. Yours is especially nice, don’t you agree, Jin?”

The prince’s blush deepened and you could feel your own face heating with embarrassment. Snow smiled coyly at you before turning back to the fire, stirring the soup once more.

“Of course, you’re both invaluable friends to me.” He said softly.

Just then the dwarfs returned, boisterous in their greetings as they dropped hammers and pickaxes by the door. “You’ve come again!” Sneezy cried happily, coming to pat you on the shoulder.

“Of course.” You smiled, watching Dopey kick his shoes off sloppily at the mouth of the doorway.

“Don’t you ever tire of us?” Grumpy muttered, sitting down at the table and combing his fingers through his long grey beard.

“Never!” you insisted, coming to stand beside him. “Especially not of you, Grumpy.” He grumbled loudly for your benefit, but you could see the slight upturn of the corner of his mouth. “Will you all play for us tonight? Doc, I would love to hear you play the mandolin again!”

Doc smiled, patting at his stomach as he came to stand behind his own chair. “For you, dear, anything. I request a dance, though. Nothing is as lovely as song and dance together.”

Normally you loved to dance while they played, but with the prince as a witness you suddenly felt stricken. You opened your mouth to excuse yourself but before you could, Snow was clapping excitedly and you turned to look at her.

“Oh, please let us dance!” She cried happily, rushing over to you to take your hands in her own. “I’ve not danced in so long.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know any serious dancing, only the kind of my village.” You admitted. The thought of dancing alongside her was equally daunting, no doubt with years of instruction under her belt. You felt ill equipped to even try.

“Then you shall be my teacher! I would love to learn the dances of your village.”

You turned to search for Jin, as though a pleading look might save you, but he simply smiled his encouragement. “Very well.” You replied timidly, “but after dinner!”

Time marched quickly on, as it tends to do when one is nervous, and once all the dishes were left to soak in warm water, the dwarfs retreated to grab their instruments. Grumpy and Doc both returned with their mandolins, Sneezy with his fiddle, and Sleepy with his pipe. The rest of you cleared the table and chairs from the center of the room and prepared to dance.

“Teach us the dance first and we shall copy!” Snow smiled, ushering you into the center and you cleared your throat, fingers digging into the skirts of your dress.

“First, you extend your foot like this, then you do a small jump, spin and clap.” You said softly, demonstrating the moves slowly so that Snow and Jin could follow your lead. None of the moves were particularly difficult, though you were sure this style of dancing was foreign to them.

When the dwarfs began to play, you and Happy demonstrated the dance in full. The music was jolly, the room quickly filling with laughter and clapping as you danced, allowing the high pitched trill of the fiddle to guide you through the room.

The dwarfs stomped their feet loudly on the floor as you twirled through the motions of the dance with a laugh, closing your eyes to feel the quick tempoed rhythm. Happy grabbed your hands, swinging you in a circle around the room and you let out a delighted squeal as your vision blurred.

There was nothing quite like the rush of a dance; it always left you feeling light and free. You glanced towards Snow and Jin as the song slowly came to a close, curtsying for effect before looking back up.

The intensity of the prince’s gaze left you breathless; dark eyes following your movement as Snow clapped happily, rushing to your side and you quickly tore your eyes away from him.

“That looked like such fun. Let’s try, Jin!” She called.

He nodded, moving into the center of the circle and the music began again as you taught your friends the dance more earnestly. Happy, Dopey, and Bashful all moved along with you, clapping loudly as the loud stomping of their boots enhanced the mood of the room.

By the time Snow and Jin had learned the dance, the prince finally had a smile on his face. So serious and gloomy all night, he now moved gleefully, dancing and clapping as the song was reaching its crescendo. Both Happy and Dopey created a tunnel with their arms, Bashful taking Snow by the hands and bouncing through along with the tempo.

They called for you to join and Jin instantly reached out, grabbing your hands in his own and bouncing towards the bridge of their arms. You were surprised by his enthusiasm, but pleased all the same. His hands were warm around yours, leaving you feeling warm and tingly.

When the time came to return home, the prince insisted on walking you. It was dark enough to require a torch, which Doc lit for you at the hearth before wishing you both a safe trip home.

The forest was alive with activity so late at night. Crickets chirping and the business of animals who slept during the day. You walked in silence for a period of time, until the forest began to thin at the entrance. “I’m so glad that you could come tonight. Dancing always helps me to forget about the cares of the world, at least for a moment.”

Jin smiled softly, holding the torch carefully in front of the two of you. “Thank you. I’m glad I could come as well. It was nice to spend time with you again; I’m not always sure if I’ll be able to return.”

The silence was heavy at his admission, but you took it as an opportunity to navigate carefully from the opening of the forest and out onto the dirt pathway.

You stared up at the castle, darkness shrouding it in shadow. “I should really be walking you home.” You said, turning to look at him. “What is a peasant to a prince?”

“Nonsense.” Jin replied sharply. Your eyes flicked to his as his features softened. “You are just as worthy of protection as I am, Y/N. Perhaps more so. You are…you are very important to me.” He murmured, staring down at the road.

You felt like you’d been doused in flames at the admission, but he quickly cleared his throat, motioning with his hand to continue walking. He moved beside you as you walked along the dirt path towards your home. “My father scolded me today.” He admitted and you turned to look at him in surprise.

“For what?” You asked gently and he sighed, hand sliding into the pocket against his thigh after switching the torch to the other.

“A multitude of reasons. For being so absent recently, because he thinks I’m not taking my role as seriously as I should, because…because we’ve been seen together.” He finally said.

You felt like the air had been siphoned from your lungs. You’d been seen together? By whom and when? You’d been so careful recently; you couldn’t even imagine who in the kingdom would have seen you and recognized him.

“Jin, I’m so sorry!” You said, attempting to stop, but his hand placed gently at your elbow coaxed you into movement once more. “I had no idea anyone in the village had even recognized you.”

He smiled, ruefully, shaking his head. “I don’t know exactly who saw us, Y/N, but it was a servant in the castle. Again, I was an unpleasant child…not everyone likes me. I have much to repent of.”

“But you’ve changed!” You said heatedly. The idea of someone doing something so juvenile was astonishing. He had changed, you’d been witness to it over the last six weeks. You could no longer associate that young boy with the man now before you; they were completely different.

His fingers slipped away from your elbow, but not before leaving a soft trace against the skin of your forearm and your skin prickled with electricity. Maddening in his temptation, you looked away from him quickly as he swept dark hair from his eyes.

“Yes, I have changed, and I will prove that. Never fear. My father was unhappy, though. He insisted I start behaving like a king and insinuated that I not fraternize anymore.”

You’d reached the gate of your home where you paused; not wanting to rouse your parents before the prince could leave. You didn’t need anyone else to see him, especially not your father.

“So then I suppose you mean to cut ties?” You questioned in a hushed voice. The thought of never being with him again left your chest aching, lungs burning in an effort to keep the emotion at bay.

“Only that we will have to be cleverer in our disguises.” The prince grinned and you looked up at him with a smile.

“Going against your father’s wishes? I supposed there is still some of that naughty little boy left in you.” You teased.

“As I said before, you are very important to me. I think the risk is worth it.” Once again you were left breathless, reeling from his declaration as he reached for your hand. Bringing this to his lips, he left a small kiss in the center as he gazed down at you, eyes dancing in the light of the torch. “Good night, Y/N. Sleep well.”

. .

The square had filled with life by the time you’d weaved your way towards the bakery. Your mother had sent you for bread, but it was also an opportunity to stop and talk to your friend.

Else stood by the front of the shop, batting her eyelashes prettily at customers and encouraging them to buy a loaf. She spotted you from across the square, smile slipping from her face, and she turned to enter the shop quickly.

You paused a moment to ponder the strange behavior before resuming your walk to the bakery. You made it to the window just in time to hear Else’s father scolding her and insisting she return outside. Else moved stiffly towards the door, frown etched onto her lips and nose upturned as she moved to stand away from you.

“Is something the matter?” you asked, watching as she pointedly ignored you and called to another villager passing by.

“Would you be interested in rolls, ma’am?” she called at the harried looking woman who was wrangling two small children by her sides, a basket on her arm and their little fingers digging into the pockets of her apron. “They’re just come out and are lovely and warm.”

“No thank you, dear. I’ve made bread myself this morning.”

They disappeared into the throng of people before you moved from beside the window to talk to your friend. “Are you upset with me?” You inquired.

Else huffed, gaze shifting away from you. “If you should have to ask, then I find myself disappointed.” She paused for a long moment while you thought. You could not come up with an instance recently in which you’d made her upset and you turned to tell her so just when she spoke once more. “Where have you been? I’ve not seen you in what feels like forever.”

Time spent divided between morning chores and the prince had occupied so much of your time that you’d not had enough to spare for Else or Peter. Peter felt less neglected, you supposed, since he worked daily with your father from the comforts of your home. Else, though, had not seen you since the night of the prince’s ball.

“I did not realize it had been so long.” You admitted, “I apologize that I’ve neglected you; I’ve been busy recently.”

“Doing what?” She sniffed, still keeping her eyes dutifully away from you as she beckoned more people into the bakery.

“Well, I’ve met with my friend Jin a few days this week.” You started and she turned to look at you incredulously.

“The man from the other village?” She asked and you nodded. “You said he’d returned home.”

“Ah.” You cleared your throat. You’d not remembered saying that, but now that she mentioned it, you weren’t quite sure what to offer in return. “I…said that more for Peter’s benefit.”

“Why?” She asked, eyebrows furrowed before suddenly becoming animated, turning her whole body to face yours in excitement. “Does Jin court you?”

“What?” You asked, eyes widening. “No, of course not.”

Else deflated, frown returning to her pretty face. “Then why spend time with him? Y/N, your future is all but spoken for with Peter, it would be a good living. Why threaten that by spending time with another man who does not court you?”

“Don’t worry about Jin.” You sighed, shaking your head. “I want to apologize for leaving you neglected; that was not my intention. I promise to spend more time with you. Tonight is the village celebration; will you be there?”

“Of course.” She replied with a nod, “I’m never one to turn down a party.”

“Then we shall spend the whole night together, I promise!”

She looked like she wanted to refuse you, stew in her frustration a little longer, but she sighed, nodding. “Very well.” She accepted begrudgingly.

“Can I buy some bread while I’m here?” You said and she smiled, leading you back to the window of the bakery. “My mother requires one loaf.”

“Well, I suppose if it’s for your mother.” Else mused. . .

In the evening, once the sun had begun to set, you made your way with your father and mother towards the village center, carrying a pot with a stew your mother had made with some of the venison from the prince.

You could only imagine the shock of those who would try it. Most in the village had never had the opportunity to try this type of meat. Sometimes rabbit, but never venison.

The village was already lively with music and dancing, candles lit and circling the festivities. Peter’s family was nearby, Peter himself staring down at the food wistfully. Else was in the group dancing, stomping her feet loudly along with the fiddle and laughing as she spun in a circle with her mother.

Your mother took the pot from you, ushering you towards your friend and you rushed off, allowing Else to pull you into the dance. The musicians hollered loudly, feet pounding in quicker succession as the music picked up pace. Peter came to join the two of you, shouting along with the crowd as he moved.

Once you’d tired yourselves out, the three of you went to go sit with a bowl of your mothers stew. The nearby fountain had some space so you moved towards it, sitting along the stone, still warm from the sun.

“What is in this?” Else asked, eating happily and you looked over as she spooned some of the broth into her mouth.

“Potatoes, carrots, cabbage, garlic, rosemary, I think, and some venison. Those are the only things I know for sure. I had to come get the bread while my mother was preparing it.”

“Venison?” Else asked in surprise, nearly dropping her spoon into her bowl. “How did you come to get venison?”

“The prince sent it to our family.” You said softly, staring down into your bowl and using your spoon to cut into a potato. “I think as a thank you for preparing his clothing for the ball.”

“That’s very generous of him.” Peter commented lightly, but his expression was pinched and you weren’t quite sure if he really felt it was generous at all. “Does he send gifts often?”

You looked over at him, watching as he pushed his spoon through the stew, feigned disinterest masking his features. “Sometimes.” You shrugged, “not terribly often. He’s a prince after all, he has far more important things to do than send food to his tailor.”

“Does he send them to your father or to you?” Peter asked, looking up at you and you tried not to show your surprise.

“What business would the prince have sending me venison? I am neither the tailor nor the woman of the house.”

“You’re asking very strange questions, Peter.” Else said, dipping bread into the dregs of her soup.

Peter’s expression loosened, a small laugh erupting from his chest. “Yes, you’re right. I’m only teasing, of course.”

Only, he certainly looked like he was not teasing, despite the airy way in which he dismissed the topic. Else dominated the conversation for the next half hour, though your mind was distracted with unease. You’d been very careful not to be seen by your friends or the villagers with the prince over the last few weeks, though the majority of them didn’t know his face.

You wondered absently if Peter would talk to your father soon. His discomfort at the idea of the prince sending anything to you left you feeling somewhere between baffled and concerned. You didn’t feel ready to move forward with him yet…especially not now that you’d discovered your own blooming feelings for Jin.

Then again, no time was ideal in cases such as these.

“Alaric has spoken with my father.” Else said suddenly and your attention was quickly pulled back to the conversation.

“He has expressed his desire to court you?” You asked excitedly, placing your empty bowl beside you.

Else shook her head no and your shoulders sunk in dismay. “No, actually, he has asked for my father’s permission to have my hand. We are to be married in the morning.”

“What?!” You squawked loudly and Else shushed you with a blush across her cheeks.

“You’re so embarrassing.” She complained as both you and Peter leaned in closer to hear her. “Yes, you heard me correctly. He sought my hand in marriage and my father gave him permission. We are to be married in the morning.” She said it with all the air of someone who was shy of the admission but you could see the pleased look in her eyes, the small smile tucked in the corner of her mouth.

She looked happy. Though she’d never said it out loud, you knew she liked Alaric more than all the other young men in the village. He was kind, jolly, and hardworking. You couldn’t imagine a better man for your best friend.

“I’m very happy for you.” You smiled, reaching for her hand and squeezing. “We are invited, are we not?”

“Of course.” Else nodded, looking between both you and Peter. “If you’re not there I’ll be very cross with both of you.”

“You should have told me sooner, I could have made you a pretty dress!” Peter complained.

Else tutted, brushing dark strands of hair from her face. “With what fabric?”

Peter shrugged bashfully. “I would have found something.” He mumbled.

“Do you remember when we were children?” You asked suddenly, both of your friend’s eyes darting to look at you. “We would lay out in the fields during spring, picking daisies to make jewelry, and pretend we lived in a fairytale.”

“Yes, of course.” Else said, “Those are some of my favorite memories.”

“Do you ever wish you could go back?” You ventured on, staring up at the stars. They were bright this evening, slightly obstructed by the roofs of the buildings. The view from your family’s small garden was much more beautiful. The thought suddenly made you wish you were back there, laying in the sunbaked grass by the walls of your cottage.

“What has brought this on?” Peter questioned.

“Nothing in particular, I suppose I’m just feeling sentimental. Things were simpler when we were children. I miss that.”

The musicians started a new song, just as lively and happy as the others and it made you feel strange to be so melancholy at such an occasion.

“Of course I miss it in ways.” Else admitted. “We had nothing to vex us but the occasional scolding from our parents. I was an ugly little thing, though. I don’t miss that at all.” Her nose wrinkled at the thought and you chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“Be serious.” You chastised and she smiled.

“I am being serious. I was dreadfully plain and I love the attention being beautiful has brought me. Besides, I’m to be a married woman tomorrow, I feel nothing but happiness at the prospect. If I went back in time, I wouldn’t have that.”

“I suppose that is what makes me reminisce. Marriage is…it’s scary, don’t you think? I don’t feel ready.” You said it softly with eyes still trained on the sky, though you could see Peter’s shoulder stiffen from your peripheral.

“Marriage doesn’t have to be scary, if you marry someone who loves you dearly.” He said gently. Peter was a good man; perhaps better than you deserved. Especially since your heart pined for another who was already destined for someone else. And Peter loved you. Why couldn’t that just be enough?

“Yes,” you admitted with a whisper, “but shouldn’t I love him too?”

The voices of your friends quieted as the music and cheers of the villagers swelled. “I suppose you should.” Peter eventually acquiesced. “Couldn’t you learn to love someone, though?”

“Perhaps,” you nodded, “but how long would that take? One year? Five? 20? My whole life?”

You left the question as it was; hanging heavy in the air. The answer to your question was that there was no answer. You’d spent your whole life with Peter and still didn’t love him the way he loved you. You didn’t think you ever would, though sometimes you felt it would make things much easier.

To have your heart’s desire…well, it would never happen so what was the point in dwelling there? It was a tree that would bear no fruit, but still, trying to convince the heart otherwise was near impossible.

“Come, let’s not talk of such things.” Else said, standing quickly and pulling you to your feet. “Let’s dance. You too Peter! I don’t want any heavy feelings before my wedding day.”

The night waxed late and you filled your bellies with mead to forget before you all retired to your homes.

. .

It was muggy when you dressed in the morning. Like the tepid air beside a swamp, you felt clammy and uncomfortable as you fastened your dress about yourself. Your head throbbed uncomfortably and you kept one eye firmly shut as you clung to the last tendrils of sleep.

You had no time for breakfast before leaving, but the fresh morning air was enlivening as your family made way up into the center of the village. You wondered absently what Else’s father would do now that his daughter would run a home and no longer be able to attract visitors to his bakery. The last of his children to get married; Else was the youngest of seven, six of whom were brothers.

The church came into view, in the center of the upper part of the village, just below the hill that housed the mill and its occupants. Sprawling gardens and a small cemetery greeted you as you entered the gate, making your way to the large wooden doors.

Else stood just inside the door in a deep purple dress, her mother fussing over her hair which had been braided over the top of her head and adorned with flowers. She looked beautiful and once again you felt envious.

She was radiant not only because she was beautiful, but because she was so happy. Staring across the church at her soon to be husband, her smile filled her cheeks.

You wondered what it would feel like to stand at the altar with the one you loved; so happy you could hardly contain the emotion. You glanced out of the window where you could see the castle looming over the lake. Beautiful in its majesty, blue spires intense in the glow of the sun.

Once again, your thoughts turned to the prince and your mood soured. Someday, perhaps soon, an announcement would go through out the kingdom for his wedding. A marriage to, quite possibly, the fairest woman of them all.

A woman that wasn’t you.

Thank you so much for reading! I would love to hear your thoughts on this chapter. Jin is finally becoming a little more bold in his attention to YN and it’s got me all sorts of excited! <3 <3<br>

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the ebb and flow | part five

“You wonder what goes on in that head of his—why he’s always popping up out of nowhere and causing your life to become just a tad unbalanced.”

[demigod!jeongguk x demigod!reader]

genre: percy jackson!au, mythology!au, demigod!au, enemies to lovers!au, action

word count: 2.3k

rating: pg-13

warnings: flaming arrows lol, some mentions of fighting (typical camp half-blood stuff, you know), the usual character bickering and tension

a/n: omg sorry this chapter took me two extra days to write lol. idk why it was so difficult. anyway, thanks for all the love for son of poseidon jk and daughter of athena reader :) i love them so much too. xoxo

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the second summer – in which it all begins

Mid-summer in Long Island is always hot, and it doesn’t make outside activities any better. Or more bearable. From your cabin, you stare out of a window at the almost noon sun and sigh—you are surely going to turn into burnt toast today.

“Going back to archery class today?”

You turn towards the voice. “Unfortunately.”

“Archery isn’t that bad,” Namjoon laughs.

“It is when you’re kind of bad at it,” you say, to which he doesn’t have a reply.

In your defense, you just picked up archery recently. It’s no longer something that’s a necessary skill to have—especially since you’re better at other things—so you didn’t bother taking the lessons with Chiron last year. Also, at the time, the flaming arrows terrified you anyway. However, now, you figured that you should try and master every skill offered here.

What you didn’t account for was having zero skill in the art of archery. And it’s frustrating, to say the least.

“I’m sure you’ll get better with time,” Namjoon finally says.

“I hope so.”

While Namjoon goes off to climb walls with satyrs, you go off to meet Chiron at the targets. When you arrive, there are already a few other campers armed with their bows. You settle beside Jung Hoseok, hoping that some of his natural skills in archery will rub off on you.

“Hey, y/n!” Hoseok’s enthusiastic as ever.

You offer him a half-smile. “Hey.”

“Excited?” he asks. “I think Chiron’s going to bust out the flaming arrows today.”

You gulp at the mention of fire. Even though you’re not scared of flaming arrows anymore—at least, the idea of them—you’re still a little nervous about actually having to hit the targets with one. “Um, cool?”

“It’s super easy, watch.”

As Chiron’s voice booms over everyone, you do as Hoseok says and watch as an arrow is doused in lighter fuel. Chiron fastens the arrow through his bow before he lights in on fire and hits a bullseye. Your mouth drops at how quick everything happens, shocked at how a flaming arrow seems much faster than a normal one.

The fire is quickly put out, probably to save the target from becoming fully disintegrated, and Chiron calls, “Okay, heroes, line-up behind one another.”

Since there are six targets, the group divides amongst each one. Hoseok immediately rushes into the front of the last target to be first, while you move to stand a few people behind him. You twist your head out of the line to watch as the son of Apollo confidently readies his bow and shoots his flaming arrow in a perfect bullseye. After a quick praise from Chiron, he moves off to the side so another camper can begin.

“Hoseok’s pretty good, huh?”

You jump at the sudden voice. Turning around, you spot Jeon Jeongguk inches away from you. “Oh my gods, what are you doing?”

“Here for archery practice, duh,” he says easily, but you don’t miss the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Last year, when you both arrived at camp for the first time, Jeongguk was relatively quiet and kept mostly to himself. Although, as time passed, he quickly became more outspoken and comfortable around everyone—a little too comfortable. The shyness was definitely a short-lived phase. You kind of miss it.

Now, he never shuts up and it’s starting to annoy you—especially when he pops up out of nowhere like this and messes with your focus. “You’re not in this class.”

“How would you know? Maybe I just got here late?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. If there’s anything you’ve realized this summer, it’s that Jeongguk is always trying to pick a fight with you. Sometimes, you partake in his antics; however, right now, you’ve really got to focus. “Whatever, Jeon.”

Taking a step away from him, you realize that you’re already next up to shoot an arrow. The other campers are openly staring, which makes you nearly trip over your own feet.

“You’ve got this, y/n,” Chiron says, handing you an arrow.

Taking the arrow from him, you inhale deeply before dipping the tip in the fuel. Slipping the arrow in your bow, your nerves are in a bundle when Chiron lights it on fire and commands you to aim for the yellow center.

Instinct seems to take over as the nock passes through your fingertips. You watch in slow motion as your arrow propels through the air and lands in the red portion of the target. A shocked gasp leaves you lips at how close you got to the center; hitting red is better than what you did yesterday.

“Well done,” Chiron smiles, and you’re so glad he’s so patient with you.

“I’ll do better tomorrow,” you promise, and class is dismissed for the day.

Everyone begins to put their bows away; by the time you manage to do the same, Jeongguk is already long gone.

***

“I knew he wasn’t in archery with me.”

You were on your way to arts and crafts with Hephaestus’s cabin when Haru caught up to you. She asked you about your day in archery yesterday, and when you mentioned Jeongguk she was confused.

“Yeah, he’s in sword fighting with me,” she says.

“So, why was he by the range then?” you ask.

Haru frowns for a moment, before understanding fills her face. “Oh, that’s probably because we were scouting outside the area yesterday.”

“For what?”

“I guess our trainer wants us to get field experience? Outside of the arena. I think he decided on the field beside the archery range,” she explains, and you mutter an oh great. “Don’t worry though, we should be some distance away from you guys.”

Though you’re skeptical about that, you can’t really dwell too much about it because you’re already in front of the forge. You spend your hour in arts and crafts thinking about flaming arrows…and maybe Jeongguk too. But not in a way people might expect you to be thinking about him.

You wonder what goes on in that head of his—why he’s always popping up out of nowhere and causing your life to become just a tad unbalanced. Every time he’s around, you feel strange…like you can’t stand him at all. Jeongguk just makes you uncomfortable and you hate it.

By the time you are walking back to the archery range, he has gotten so deep underneath your skin that you swear you can hear his voice ringing in your ear.

“Why am I going crazy?” you mutter to no one but yourself, simultaneously shaking your head in the process. “What is wrong with—”

“Finally admitting that you’re crazy, miss goody-two-shoes? About time.”

Standing up straighter, you turn around and realize that you aren’t totally imagining things—the devil himself was actually behind you. You can’t help but narrow your eyes at him. “Why are you being so nosy, Jeon?”

“Anyone would’ve been able to hear that remark,” Jeongguk rolls his eyes, moving to walk ahead of you.

“Why did you lie yesterday and say that you were in archery?” you ask, but he doesn’t reply. Instead, he just continues on his merry way, past the targets and towards the adjacent field. You watch as he picks up the pace and begins to jog towards his instructor; you realize that you should probably do the same.

Today, Hoseok is, once again, first up to shoot an arrow. Chiron lets him shoot a few, and each one leaves your mouth hanging open. At this point, you think the son of Apollo is just showing off because every arrow that goes through his bow flawlessly hits a bullseye.

“How do you do that every time?” you ask him once the next person is up.

Hoseok just laughs. “It’s natural, I guess.”

“Wish that were me,” you muse.

“We all have different skill sets, y/n,” he attempts to console you. “I mean, you’re great with battle strategy—which is why Apollo always want to join Athena’s team.”

You conclude that he’s right—everyone is skilled in their own way. Besides, you can get better at archery with time anyway. You continue small talk with Hoseok until Chiron tells you that you’re next up. You drag yourself in front of the target and fasten the arrow through your bow. Staring at the target, you clear your mind of excess thoughts—you want to really focus on hitting the center. With a quick exhale, you propel the arrow through the air.

And it hits the center.

When you realize this, you begin jumping up and down. Chiron laughs through his congratulating remarks, before asking if you’d like another shot. “Of course, I want to do it again!”

Just as you begin to aim your bow and arrow, you hear a commotion to the left. Looking away from the target, you notice that things have gotten pretty hectic on the field where campers are practicing with their swords. Except, you realize that swords aren’t being used much—everyone has adapted to using their own special skills.

Demeter kids are sprouting things from the ground, Apollo kids are playing their lyres, and a certain son of Poseidon is blasting water cannons. For a moment, you wonder how this chaos even ensued; but that thought quickly fades when the commotion starts coming closer. Squash begins sprouting right by the range, but that’s not even the worse of it. A cannon of water comes out of nowhere and drenches your entire body, and you notice that everything seems to go silent after that.

Your camp shirt now hangs heavy on your body, and your sneakers feel disgustingly uncomfortable. Opening your eyes, you notice that everyone is staring at you with shock, but you can only see one person.

“Jeon Jeongguk!” You yell at the boy who only stands a few yards away from you. “You idiot!”

Even from this distance, you can see him struggle for words—a surprising feat since he always seems to have something smart to say. Taking a step closer to him, you aim your arrow for his head; it would be so easy to just knock him out. Jeongguk’s eyes fly wide at your stance; you wonder if he thinks you’re actually going to shoot.

Without even thinking twice, you let the arrow fly. But today seems to be Jeongguk’s lucky day because the arrow misses his head, landing in the tree right beside him. You notice him visibly exhale, but that relief quickly dissipates when his instructor practically pulls him by the ear and looks straight at you. “You, come with us.”

“B-But I didn’t do anything wrong!” You look to Chiron. “Jeongguk shot me with a water cannon—”

“I understand that you were only defending yourself, y/n, but you almost hit Jeongguk with an arrow. You’ll have to talk to Mr. D about this, I’m afraid.”

You can’t help but pout. Dionysus is always in a mood. But you obey anyway and make your way to the Big House. There, you find the god himself conjuring up a glass of wine from sunlight. You stare at the deep burgundy liquid before raising your eyes to the god. “I thought you were still stuck here for another few decades?”

Mr. D turns his gaze to you, lazily rolling his eyes. “Oh, my mistake—I seem to have forgotten.”

With the wave of his hand, the wine transforms into a can of Diet Coke. You would laugh at the displeased look on his face, but you know that you’re not Mr. D’s favorite camper right now. He takes a sip of the soda before turning to face you and Jeongguk.

“You and you heroes,” he sighs, “always causing trouble around here.”

“It was an accident, sir,” Jeongguk speaks up first, which is not surprising. He’s always trying to cover his own ass. “I didn’t mean to blast that canon of water towards the archery range. It was completely accidental. However, y/n aiming an arrow for my head is—”

You interrupt him, “Mr. D, how can a canon of water from yards away be an accident? I think it was completely on purpose.”

“The arrow was on purpose!” Jeongguk exclaims, turning towards you. “You were trying to kill me!”

Meeting his gaze with an eye roll, you say, “Oh, please, Jeon like I would ever—”

“Di immortales!” Mr. D suddenly yells. “Can you children shut up?”

Looking away from Jeongguk and towards your camp director, you notice the purple flames dancing in his eyes. An angry Dionysus always makes you tense. Often, you forget how much power this god actually has. He’s one of the twelve. You sink back and notice that Jeongguk does the same.

“Sorry, sir,” you both apologize quickly, and the purple flames lessen.

“I cannot stand mortals,” the god of wine clenches his teeth, “you both are insufferable. I’m starting to resent father for sending me here again!”

You don’t even know what to say. Mr. D sounds like a child right now.

“Ugh, just get out,” he continues, taking a sip of his Diet Coke, “you both are giving me a massive headache, and I’m in need of my daily nap.”

You blink; is Mr. D letting you both off the hook? No punishment? Before he can give you both one, you bid the god of wine goodbye and start walking out. Just as you’re about to push the doors open, Jeongguk’s voice stops you. “Just because Mr. D let us off the hook, doesn’t mean I’m going to forget that you nearly killed me today.”

Turning around, you look Jeongguk dead in the eye. “Are you trying to start something with me, Jeon? Because you shouldn’t start things you can’t finish.”

“Is that a threat?” he asks, a single brow raised.

“I guess you better watch your back,” you say and push the doors open before he can say anything else.

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