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Ontae au where Taems a vampire and absolutely loves playing the piano. It's the one thing from his human life he remembers fully and when he plays, it sparks memories of his family long ago laid to rest, and he finds comfort in that. He meets Jinki in some half falling apart tavern long ago while he travels in the safety of the night, and is immediately smitten by the sweet voiced Bard. That's many years past now, but every so often they go to open mic nights in a local bar or cafe, and Taemin plays Piano and Jinki sings.
Or at their home Jinki will be singing a tune as he cleans and Taemin with play something on the spot to accompany him. Taemin playing in the early light of the morning, just before they head to bed for the day, and Jinki coming to fetch him before he gets too focused and doesnt get kych sleep, leaning over his back and kissing his neck until he finally steps away and lets Jinki lead him to their bedroom.
Minho calling himself the last puzzle piece talking about their solo albums reminded me of a silly sentimental post I made forever ago calling him their heart. And when you put a puzzle together the middle is usually the last that's put in place. Like a heart could be called the middle.. idk I'm sappy over shinee and rambling
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Summary: The Fae King is under a lot of pressure to conceive an heir, while given a deadline by the Council he turns to his personal guard and best friend to help him with it
Warnings: Future mpreg
There, just between the spiraling trees and flourishing undergrowth of the Elder Tree Forest, was Saferus. He was curled up as close to the border as he could be, the early morning sun making his darker scales a bit lighter, reminding Jinki of the way the sunlight looked filtering through the tree canopy. It was still early morning, the sun not yet at the highest point in the sky above them, and the air was still a bit chilly because of it. Saferus lifted his large head, and Jinki felt like he was coming home almost when he heard his voice rumble in his mind, and felt how close his dragon was. ‘Hello, Little One.’
‘Hello, Saferus.’ While they had talked a lot in their time apart, the bond didn’t feel taunt and stretched to its limits, and the throbbing in his skull stopped.
A hand fell against his thigh and he whipped his head over to find Jonghyun looking at him with warm eyes, a little smile curled on his lips. The man looked so much better than he had on the journey into the Elven lands. His hand was still placed on his thigh as he gestured with his head toward Saferus. “Go on, Jinki. It’s alright.”
He chewed on his bottom lip for just a moment. His place was right beside Jonghyun for this entire journey, but he couldn’t ignore how much he wanted to go to Saferus as quickly as possible. Jonghyun gestured with his head once again, smile widening, and Jinki gave in, kicking the side of his horse to cross the distance quicker. Soon he was pulling the horse to a stop and slipping from the saddle, gently thudding against Saferus’ snout and a bit up his head, hands flat on either side of his head and nuzzling his cheek against him. His scales were a bit cool to the touch but still soft, ‘I missed you.’
‘And I you. I am pleased to see you and your king return safely.’ All he wanted to do then, was climb into his saddle and fly, feel Saferus underneath him and the wind in his hair, the sun on his skin in a way being on the ground never managed to feel like, but he couldn’t. He pressed his forehead against Saferus and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to center himself completely. He laughed as his dragon lifted his head, having to hold on a bit tighter when his feet moved from the ground. Saferus didn’t lift him very high, just a few feet, before placing him back on the ground. ‘We are being watched, Little One.’
Slowly he rose, but his hands were still on Saferus even as he turned his gaze to his right. Just on the fairy-elven border was their small traveling party. The elves had already turned back and were heading further into Elven lands. Jinki’s eyes found Jonghyun though, warm and golden in the sunlight now that there weren’t any trees to cast shadows over him. Jonghyun had dismounted from his horse, arms swinging just a bit as he walked up to them.
“Hello, Saferus.” Jonghyun placed his hand softly beside Jinki’s, fingers spread just a little. Saferus rumbled in response, causing a huge grin on the man’s face when the dragon ever so gently pushed his snout against his palm. “You’d like to fly, wouldn’t you?”
Jinki blinked, “How could you possibly know that?”
“I know you.” Jonghyun nudged him with an elbow, smiling, “Let’s go.”
What? He cleared his throat, “What?”
Jonghyun laughed, so pretty and soft, as his wings slowly appeared bright and golden behind him. “Until we reach Faera I have to be with you. You cannot fly without me, and you desire to fly, let’s go.”
Jonghyun easily fluttered from the ground and a moment later landed softly on the back of the saddle still attached to Saferus’ neck. “You coming?”
‘You heard him, Little One.”
Jinki sighed quietly, but he couldn’t hold back his grin as he climbed up Saferus to settle in front of Jonghyun. He made sure the man was close enough and holding him tightly after handing him his cloak. “It’ll be cold up there.”
“Thank you.”
He held the saddle before him with one hand and rested the other against Jonghyun’s still on his stomach. Before they took off he shook his head and looked over his shoulder at the way the man had his cheek pressed upon his upper back with his eyes closed. “No, thank you.”
Before long the few remaining members of their travel party were small specks along the dark green of the grass, and then they couldn’t be seen at all. To him at that moment, all there was, was the blue of the sky, the white clouds, Saferus underneath him, and the warmth of Jonghyun pressed along his back. He felt.. At peace almost.
—---
Returning to Faera, there was a comfort to it once their duties began again. Jinki taught healing classes at the Temple twice a week during the time slot Jonghyun spent replying to letters and missives. They still tried to conceive almost every night, Jinki curling up into his back once they were done and falling asleep until early morning when he’d slip off to the Temple for morning duties. It was easy to fall into the routine of things once again, the pain and events of their trip soon forgotten with each passing day. Soon the Harvest Festival would be upon them, a week-long celebration of the successful harvest full of food and drink, and music swirling in the streets. They prayed to the Gods for a safe trip through winter and for their harvest to last them well into Spring.
It was one of Jonghyun’s favorite times of the year. The way the leaves shifted from shades of green to orange and red, sometimes yellow, falling from the branches and fluttering to the ground. The sweet smells of cinnamon and nutmeg from stands along the street, roasting different nuts over an open fire, and the lowered temperatures allowed for extra layers. As a child, his sister had teased him immensely about being so connected to light and warmth, and hating the summer with a passion. There was just something about the way summer changed to autumn, and autumn to winter with the snow falling across the city like a white crystal blanket, that was comforting to him.
He gazed out of the large, open windows, and grinned when all of the stands already up in the courtyards surrounding the castle came into view. By the end of the week, the festival would be in full swing, with stands and food for as far as he could see on each horizon. He leaned against the wall just on the side of the large windows and looked over at his advisors currently bickering in the middle of the room, all of them in various positions around the large round table. Jinki was due to return soon from a complicated healing case from the Temple that he had been called for and in his place was Minho. The Guard Captain stood at rest a few steps away, showing just how he felt about the advisors with an annoyed expression on his face. “Your Majesty, are they always like this?”
Jonghyun snorted and crossed his arms over his chest, “Most of the time, yes. The only thing they usually agree on is my need to procreate.”
Minho grimaced, shifting a bit before settling once more. “What are they arguing about now, exactly?”
“During my Father and Grandfather’s time on the throne, the Harvest Festival was kicked off with a grand ball. Then the war happened and I didn’t see the purpose of how expensive the party would be. We were rebuilding, trying to make things better and whole again. It was a waste of money, especially when only certain people from the United Kingdoms were ever invited.” When he had announced that the first year after the treaty was signed there wouldn’t be a Harvest Ball, the outrage had drowned out the support of his decision. “They’re arguing over bringing it back this year.”
“You’re not really listening to them though, Your Majesty.”
Jonghyun flashed a little grin, “Correct.”
Minho let out a chuckle, turning away from the advisors to gaze out the window. “I see, Sire.”
After a few moments, Jonghyun quietly asked. “Do you have plans for the festival?”
“I am in charge of the security for most of it, Your Majesty. There won’t be much time for personal plans.” Jonghyun frowned. He had hoped that the man would have a few days off during the festival to properly enjoy it. Minho’s gaze lowered, hands held behind his back when he continued, “I had hoped to see someone rather important to me during the festivities, but I don’t believe they’ll be in the city.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” The other voices in the room slowly died down and Jonghyun took a deep breath before turning back to them. All of the advisors were looking at him, all in their seats even if the ones closest had to twist to see him. He let his arms fall to his sides, stepping down the dew steps away from the windows, and tried to keep his voice clear. “The ball will not be returning. That is my final say on the matter. If that’s all, this meeting is dismissed.”
“But Your Majesty, you must-”
Jonghyun raised his eyebrow, “I must what?”
The older man swallowed thickly. “I just mean to convince you that the ball would be a good idea. It’s good for your public image.”
“The Harvest Ball was only ever good for the image of the elite. The festival is for us all, every one of us. I stand by my decision.” Out of the eleven advisors, five were from when his Father was King, including his head advisor, Chanhyuk Choi who didn’t even think to hide how upset he was. Jonghyun knew for years the man disapproved of many of the things he had changed from the way his Father had ruled and hadn’t thought he was ready to take the throne when he had. Jonghyun cleared his throat and waited for everyone to look at him, but he kept his eyes on Chanhyuk. “If you wish to drink yourself silly surrounded by beautiful beings in nice clothes, there are plenty of upscale brothels in the city. We won’t use tax money for our own entertainment. Have a good day, everyone.”
Minho leaned in closer, facing away from the table to softly ask, “Where to, Your Majesty?”
“The library. The Keeper will meet us there.”
—----
Once the soiled linen had been pulled from his body, Jinki scrubbed at the dried blood on his cheek. It wasn’t often anymore he was called in for such a severe injury, but there was a thrill that came with a high-stakes healing session. The poor man had gotten into an awful fishing accident out in the cove while teaching their son how to use the harpoon. He would live, but Jinki hadn’t gotten to him in time to save his hand. Once the man awoke from his trance and his temperature signaled he was out of the proverbial woods from infection, Jinki would speak to him about a possible prosthetic. Craving each prosthetic from wood was difficult and very time-consuming, but he had put so much time into developing the methodology and perfecting it. It had been his final assignment, the one that showed he had mastered all Wixu could teach him and signaled he was ready to become Keeper.
He tossed the cloth into the hazardous textile bin to be taken care of by one of the apprentice healers once he was done, flashed a smile at the attending Master Healer Sooyoung, and slipped out of the doors. Jonghyun should be out of his advisors' meeting if those old relics managed to stop talking for once, and they had agreed to meet in the library if Jinki finished before dinner. The quickest way to the castle was through Saferus, but the courtyards and streets around that were large enough for him to land were full of stalls and other things for the festival. He didn’t mind the walk, even if it could take a bit of time, but Jonghyun was safe and well looked after. Without any real pressing engagements to arrive at, a nice walk through the city felt like a good decision. Maybe the bakery off of the main street had those apple doughnuts Jonghyun adored. After the probable travesty of an advisor's meeting, he deserved something sweet.
Just as he was making his way down the center staircase that led to the surgery and recovery rooms, he heard his title. There at the base of the stairs was Kibum, finely pressed elven silk tunic and dark hair twisted away from his face. “Do you have time, Keeper?”
“I could make some, Councilor.” He came to a stop just before the man. He was slightly taller, but he had always been even as a child. Much had changed since then and even after so long it still hurt to be reminded of the many casualties his decisions caused. Shaking off that thought process, he smiled, “What seems to be the problem?”
“I wouldn’t have bothered you with this if I didn’t need to,” With his left hand he reached over and pulled back the long sleeve of his tunic to reveal the wood of his prosthetic. It had weathered a bit over time, as was normal, even if it was evident Kibum had tried his very best to take care of it. “Something is wrong with the connection between my stump and the wood of the prosthetic. Every time I try to move or articulate the fingers there are excruciating pains.”
“May I?” Once Kibum nodded, Jinki stepped closer and lifted his hands to touch either side of the connection between flesh and wood. He closed his eyes, feeling up and down the smooth wood as he sent his magic through the grains until finally he found the source of the problem. Jinki withdrew from Kibum’s space then, frowning just a bit. “There are many individual connections that go into your control of the prosthetic, eventually connected through the fibers of the wood all the way down the arm. It’s all woven together like a big web of energy. There’s damage to where those energy fibers are connecting and it’s causing harmful feedback because of it.”
“Can you fix it?” Kibum tugged his arm close, his left-hand curling around the underside of it.
“I could try to repair the damage to the prosthetic, but I think it’s more wear and tear than anything else. You’ve had this since just after the war ended, right?” Once Kibum nodded, Jinki gave a little smile. “I should still have the plans in my records, but I can come by at your earliest convenience to discuss a new one. If that’s alright with you.”
“Between the two of us, Keeper, I think we can agree you are the busier of us.” The smile Kibum gave him reminded Jinki of so many he received as childhood friends. “What should I do in the meantime?”
“If the pain is as terrible as you’ve described I can give you a tonic to help alleviate it if you still wish to use the prosthetic in the meantime. Or,” Gently, Jinki ran his fingers along the wood again before holding them just at the connection sight, “You can remove it until I’ve carved you a new one.”
“Could you send the tonic to my lodgings?”
“You’ll receive it tomorrow morning.”
Kibum gave a little nod, arm still held tightly to his chest when he turned away. He stopped after a few steps and flashed a smile and bowed his head. “Thank you, Keeper.”
“It’s a pleasure, Councilor.” Jinki stood there long enough to watch Kibum’s retreating form disappear, an ache in his chest over the formality of their once familiar relationship, before beginning to move toward his own destination. As he stepped outside of the large, round front doors of the Temple he noticed how low the sun was in the sky and cursed quietly. He’d have to go quickly if he was going to make it to that bakery before it closed for the day.
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