the poem you make of me

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[plumblossomkun]

𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 / 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

word count: 572

pairing/setting: Prince!Bang Chan x noble daughter!Reader, fantasy AU

warning[s]: arranged marriage and similar themes.

a/n: i didn’t want to give away too much because this story is closely related to summer solstice, so it’s kind of short and strangely vague. also, in case no one knew, i love Bang Chan. anyway, let me know if you would like to be tagged when this fic or any of the divinity collection is posted ♥

note: the music is particularly important to each of my works, to their atmosphere and symbolism. please click on the title above and listen to the linked song while you read.

Masterlist | the full Autumn Sun playlist [under construction]

this is a prologue to the series. the first arc is in progress; i will add a link here when it is complete.

The Crown Prince’s cold fingers ghost across the nape of your neck. It is neither a caress nor a threat, but it still stiffens your spine as he touches the clasp of your necklace. “I heard the Winter family gives their daughters something of value when they come of age.”

“You’re correct, your highness.” It’s difficult to avoid his gaze when he stands just behind your chair, watching as you scour the makeup away in the dim candlelight. You almost want to stand up and bolt, but you hate the heavy feeling of a painted face more than the sensation of his touch.

“Is this it, then?”

You remove umber from the corner of your eyes. “It was not meant to be mine.” 

“Oh?” Both of his hands land on your shoulders and press down lightly, asking for the truth.

“It would have been my cousin’s.” Wiping the last smear of rouge from your lips, you meet his stare. His dark eyes reveal nothing of his intentions or emotions— though you suppose that is a skill expected of someone like him. “I’m sure you heard what happened, your highness.”

“I did,” he says, and the corners of his mouth turn up slightly. You find it strange that it suits him better than the serious, cold countenance he’d had on throughout all the ceremonies and festivities. “Does anyone know where Lady Anara went?”

“Only that she rode towards the White Path.” You reach behind to undo the necklace, but he does it for you, gently lifting it from your neck and examining it with a slight frown. 

“Is this the necklace the first of House Winter gifted to his fiancée on the day of their engagement?”

“It is, your highness. A symbol of true love,” you answer, though you can’t keep the bitterness from your tone.

The Crown Prince doesn’t miss it, either— and to your surprise, he throws his head back and laughs, eyes crinkling with genuine mirth. The sound fills the room, and brightens the handsome face you thought was incapable of warmth. “Forgive me for my indifference until now. I was not sure you felt the same about this union as I did.”

He squeezes your shoulders again, but this time it feels like comfort instead of threat. You lay your hands on his, and make sure his eyes are locked with yours in the mirror when you say, “Believe me, your highness— I do not intend to hinder you in any way. I would rather our paths never cross.”

The Crown Prince chuckles and leans down to whisper in your ear. “If we are going to play this game, then I suggest you call me by name. A quarrelling Prince and his wife would not do at all.”

“Then call me by mine, my husband.”

“No,” he corrects you with a small smirk, “call me Chris.”

You stand to face him, and place a hand on his chest to push him away. “Chris. I want you to promise me that so long as I stay out of your way, you will stay out of mine.”

He stares at you for a long moment, then laughs again. Somehow, you feel as if you’ve made the wrong choice. “As you wish. I do not know what you are scheming, but please, make it fun.”

Eyes glittering, he presses a chaste kiss to the inside of your wrist.

“Good night, y/n.”

[plumblossomkun]

hey!! can you add me to the taglist of autumn sun? i loved the prologue!! 💖

omg yes ♥♥♥

edit: i added you :>

[plumblossomkun]

𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎: 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 / 𝚒'𝚖 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞

word count: 438

pairing/setting: royal guard!San x noble daughter!Reader, fantasy AU

warning[s]: arranged marriage and theft of a horse?

a/n: this prologue hit four pages before i realized it wasn’t a prologue but getting into the first chapter, so i trimmed it. like before, let me know if you would like to be tagged when this fic or any of the divinity collection is posted ♥

note: the music is particularly important to each of my works, to their atmosphere and symbolism. please click on the title above and listen to the linked song while you read.

Masterlist | the full Summer Solstice playlist [under construction]

this is a prologue to the series. the first arc is in progress; i will add a link here when it is complete.

Tonight, you abandon everything you’ve ever known. 

When the clock tolls midnight, Lila, your nanny, gives you the spare key to the stables and a kiss on the cheek; a quarter hour later, when you trot out of the gates on your father’s mare (just to spite him), the knights wave farewell with teary eyes. And once you’re safely past the towering trees just east of the Winter estate and onto the main road, you ease your mount into a breezy canter.

You don’t have to convince yourself that your decision was the right one. Not when the noble ladies you met at your mother’s tea parties weren’t really your friends, and not when all you knew was your duty as the only daughter of the Winter family— to study etiquette and diplomacy to the point of fainting, in order to curry favor with foreign nobility. 

The Crown Prince of Yorin was your intended. 

Your mother had secured the agreement just last week, after whisking you off to the island nation under the pretense of a vacation and sightseeing— and while you were dipping your toes in the sand, dipped her hand into the Yorini King’s pockets.

(“I’ve found you a husband, sweetie,” she crowed upon her return to the embassy.

You dropped your teacup. Of all the words you’d expected her to say, that had been the very, very last.)

Of course, you’d wanted to bolt long before then, but this, along with the rumors that the Crown Prince wasn’t the kind of person you’d want as your husband, both in and out of bed, was just enough reason to disappear. Generations of Winter daughters have walked that particular path, but you will not take one step onto it.

You absolutely will not, and will not ever, marry the Yorini Crown Prince. In fact, you’d rather wait a couple more years before even thinking about marriage, but that’s not the family tradition.

They will come after you soon, the loyal knights and lackeys of the Winter family who don’t know you and don’t care for you or your feelings. 

But they won’t catch you— not if you can help it.

When the road forks, you swerve left— both paths lead to the Winter Channel, but you are taking the one seldom traveled.

The commoners speak of vast shapes casting darkness over the rough path; the clacking of sharp teeth behind the dancing saplings. The hardiest of travelers are said to vanish here, where not even the moonlight shines.

They’re just stories, you reason.

Still, you urge your mare on faster. You’re not that fond of the dark.

[plumblossomkun]

𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 / 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢

word count: 570

pairing/setting: divine child! Hyunjin x divine child!Fem. Reader, fantasy AU

warning[s]: descriptions of death, destruction, and grief.

a/n: it all started with this post. i honestly did not think that i would make a fic series like this, but i’m really enjoying it. anyway, if you notice similarities to the prologue of winter solstice, it’s because they are the same exact scene, but from different perspectives. as always, let me know if you would like to be tagged when this fic or any of the divinity collection is posted ♥

note: the music is particularly important to each of my works, to their atmosphere and symbolism. please click on the title above and listen to the linked song while you read.

Masterlist | the full Spring Moon Playlist [under construction]

this is a prologue to the series. the first arc is in progress; i will add a link here when it is complete.

The sky is hazy, blurred by a vast plume of sickly gray smoke rising from the south. A blood-red color rings the sun, which glows a strange orange hue, and you urge your horse on, faster, faster, faster. 

When you reach the ivory gates, you blow past the guards and ride hard through the barren meadows, your heart in your throat as Minghao and San ride just behind you.

And when you finally arrive at the castle, it is ablaze with a deep violet flame, nearly as dark as the night.

No!

You’re about to leap over the ashen remains of the castle doors when your guards manage to catch up, strong arms pulling you back from the crumbling walls.

“Let me go!” you cry, struggling to escape their hold. 

“You can’t—” Minghao starts to say, but you wrestle free before he can finish, diving past the scorching wall of heat. “You can’t do anything for them anymore!” he cries.

“Stop!” San shouts, but you are deaf to their calls.

How could I have been so foolish, so complacent? 

You race up the stairs to their rooms in the northern wing, fire licking at your heels, but a wall of fallen stone stops you. Gritting your teeth, you summon a spark of your divine power, and form a shield of light to push through the jagged stone. But no one is there. And as you spiral up the tower, the next two rooms prove empty as well.

And then you burst into the library, and catch a glimpse of ichor. 

Dull hope throbs in your chest, and you gather light at your fingertips to lift the debris. The heavy wood shelves and mountain of books rise and part to reveal Aurora and Ava— lying prone in a long-dried pool of blood. Their empty, lightless eyes and colorless faces send you staggering back in shock, and you choke back a sob at the sight of the mask of death.

Then, in the rumble of the foundation beneath your feet, you hear the castle’s death rattle.

“Hao!” you shout, shielding the bodies with your own. How terrible it must have been, to die in fear and pain like you did—

And just as the structure heaves one last stuttering breath and collapses inwards on itself, crashing to the earth with deafening noise, Minghao, breathless, appears at the door. He raises his hand, and ice blooms all around you, freezing the falling remnants in place.

Sorrow stills his worried expression when he sees what you are hunched over. He kneels and passes a hand over the girls’ faces to shut their unseeing eyes.

“You aren’t at fault,” he says softly. “They were already gone when we arrived.”

You can’t answer him. You can only shatter in his arms as the grief takes hold of you, crushing your lungs with a white-hot pain that turns every inhalation into infernal agony. Every beat of your heart, a reminder that you are still alive while they are not, is like the stab of a knife.

The wail that rips free from your throat in that moment strips your soul bare to the sky. 

And as the tears crystallize on your cheeks, you feel the stirrings of rage at the edge of your thoughts. You know who brought death to your door. The flame, so dark that it resembled the night— resembled the shadows.

Your shadow.

[plumblossomkun]

𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎: 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜 / 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍

word count: 275

pairing/setting: royal guard!Minghao x princess!Reader, fantasy AU

warning[s]: descriptions of destruction and grief.

a/n: this is really, really short. i hope it catches your attention; if not, please leave feedback in the comments or my ask box, as usual! also, let me know if you would like to be tagged when this fic or any of the divinity collection is posted ♥

note: the music is particularly important to each of my works, to their atmosphere and symbolism. please click on the title above and listen to the linked song while you read.

Masterlist | the full Winter Solstice Playlist [under construction]

this is a prologue to the series. the first arc is in progress; i will add a link here when it is complete.

—Flames light up the darkness in a color you’ve never seen burn before. A stranger stands next to you at the gate, watching it all fall apart.  He is so achingly beautiful, with dark eyes and solemn lips, that you try to reach out and touch his cheek to see if he’s real— but he cannot hear or see you. You are merely a dreamer, a ghost in a place you wish you knew; the castle burning bright looks nothing like the one you call home. 

A woman shouts from within the burning structure. Her voice carries no fear, no rage. In fact, you don’t think you could understand what emotions or intentions are embedded in the way she calls his name even if you relived the scene a thousand times.

“Hao!” 

Surprise parts his lips, but he doesn’t hesitate. He lunges into the deep violet flames, even as the foundation rattles like death. In the distance, the hoofbeats of a rescue party approach, but you know they’re far too late. Heaving one last stuttering breath, the castle collapses inwards on itself, sending towering plumes of dark, curling smoke into the star-speckled sky. 

There is an awful moment of silence, punctuated only by the crackling fire.

Then a tremulous wail, soft as the winter breeze itself, fills the air. It bears no words, only a grief so poignant and heavy that you feel the loss it mourns like a wound to your chest, a throbbing, terrible ache that steals the warmth from every inch of your body.

Your breath catches in your throat.

Who is crying like that?

Like they’ve lost everything they’ve ever loved?

[plumblossomkun]

well.... perhaps i *will* write fics for each of the idols that make an appearance in the divinity collection...

[plumblossomkun]

during my weird semi-hiatus i liked so many posts that i don’t know where to start on reblogging them,,, my thoughts are a mess

[ceojongho]

as if I have dreamed in a dream

[dkymm]

model minghao strikes again

[colorsmp3-remaking-deactivated2]

minghao’s silver(ish) hair appreciation post (pt.2)

[dokyom-archive]

[jwy]

200906 ’THANXX’ SAN

[hyunjinz]

stays be livin’ that y/n life

[thedeadblogofb-deactivated20230]

@tidalstorm

[miingyu]

the8 :: ‘my my’ mv behind

[seohoshi-deactivated20210703]

same minghao, same (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

[lofeel]

[plumblossomkun]

ok but what if I write another piece for the divinity collection where the reader gets thrown or reincarnated into a different world either just outta the blue or from a book they’ve read