The Stability in Anarchy (Demon!Oh Sehun x Angel!Reader) Chapter 1
Genre : Angst, Fluff
Word Count : 1033 Words
Warnings : Some strong language
Summary : Your parents have arranged a marriage between you, the princess of the Angel empire, and Sehun, the prince of the Demon empire. The marriage was supposed to be straightforward, but life always throws you for unexpected turns.
A.N: It’s Admin Hera with a new series! Hopefully updates will be regular, but sometimes I get some serious writer’s block. I hope everybody understands ^^
Light and darkness.
The two have always been a popular, cliche juxtaposition. The two radically different ideals clash violently, perpetually at war with each other. People are at either end of the spectrum-- there’s nothing in between.
“Your Highness, you must prepare for your meeting with the Prince in the morning,” your servant informs you.
You sigh loudly. “Sure,” you mutter back, twiddling your thumbs.
“Don’t be disappointed,” he says, a phrase that’s been repeated over and over to you. “This is a marriage that will form an everlasting bond between our two feuding kingdoms.”
“My mother and father talk to me like it’s the only way,” you remark. “They could just go talk to them and figure out an agreement themselves, but they keep telling me that marriage is the only solution.”
“Your parents know what they are doing,” the servant reassures. “Don’t question their methods.”
You are on a carriage, on your way to the Demon empire to meet with your to-be-husband. Your hair is bundled up into a tight bun on the top of your head-- your scalp aches. You’re clad in an elaborate white dress with lace that irritates your collarbones, your hands covered in a pair of white gloves that dulls your sense of touch.
The carriage comes to a halt. You take a deep breath; since the wheels aren’t turning anymore, you can hear the pegasi softly whinnying. The carriage driver opens the door, the latch clicking.
You gather up all your composure and step out, your heel clicking on the street’s dull bricks. They’re black and tinted purple. The sky above you is gloomy and dark, a sharp contrast to the lively blue atmosphere in your home kingdom.
“I will come to escort you back in an hour.”
“Thank you,” you reply curtly and without emotion.
You proceed forward, the horses galloping away. The air is chilly, biting at your exposed skin. You reach to push open the gate and begin your approach to the castle entrance.
In the distance, you see two people standing next to the door. You spot the glint of heavy metal armor-- probably guards.
You reach the doors of the palace. Your back is straight, and you turn to one of the guards to stare him in the eye.
“State your purpose.”
“Princess (L/N) from the Angel’s Kingdom. I’m here to see Prince Sehun.”
The two exchange hushed whispers. After they converse, one gives you directions to a room in the building. They open the two heavy doors without another word.
You step into a common room, likely to host royal parties. Nobody is inside to greet you, but since you received directions, you aren’t worried. There is a staircase in front of you. They’re covered in velvety carpet that would surely feel great under bare feet. After making it past the stairs, you twist and turn through hallways until you forget where you are.
At last, you end up at your destination. You raise your hand to knock on the door, but it swings open by itself.
“Hello.”
Oh Sehun.
The prince of the dark.
Your polar opposite.
“Hello,” you greet back with a confident tone in your voice although you’re chilled to the bone. You seem to be in a living room. There is a brick fireplace on the back wall; two couches sit next to it. There is also a coffee table with a meticulously arranged tea set.
“Why are you so stiff?” Sehun asks, rising from the ornamented couch he was sitting on. He approaches you, so you subconsciously take a step backward.
He laughs dryly. “Don’t be scared. I don’t bite.”
You see sharp teeth in his mouth as he talks. You tense up. He’s a vampire, a demon that lives off of blood.
Sehun grins, showing his sharp teeth and confirming your suspicions. “Funny joke, isn’t it?”
He stops walking when he’s right up in your face. “Not even a chuckle. You don’t look very pleased to be here,” he comments.
“You seem to be assuming things,” you shoot back, arms crossed.
“Come on,” he murmurs as he stares into your eyes. “Isn’t it difficult for you to always be so formal?”
“I’m being respectful,” you say, getting more angry by the second, “a trait that you obviously lack. I’d be tarnishing my reputation that my parents worked so hard to build if I said what I truly felt.”
You yelp as Sehun grabs your wrists and slams you against the wall behind you. You squirm around, but his grip only tightens.
“It’s just us right now,” he tells you. “If you said anything, nobody else would hear it.”
This guy is a pretentious prick, you think. After a few moments of contemplation, you burst into speech. “I think all of this is bullshit and I’d drive a stake through your chest if I got the chance to. This is only happening because both of our parents are too lazy and self-centered to make their own amends.”
Sehun grins. “Doesn’t that lift a weight off your shoulder?” he asks, stroking your cheek. “Go on. Tell me how much you despise me.”
“My parents are crazy to think that I’d ever agree to marry you. You have deplorable manners and-”
You gasp when Sehun places his head in the crook of your shoulder, dragging his tongue across your neck.
“Why’d you fucking stop?” he asks in a gentle tone, catching you off guard. Your blood turns to ice when you hear his calm words.
Sehun smirks. “You’re scared. There’s no use hiding it anymore, Y/N. I can see right through you.”
You tremble as Sehun presses his lips to your neck. He tangles his fingers in the hair on the back of your head. His skin is cold and unwelcoming. You squeeze your eyes shut in nervous anticipation as you feel Sehun’s fangs digging into the fragile skin of your neck, biding his time to pierce through. You can’t stop shaking.
He draws away from you. You open your eyes in confusion, rubbing the place where Sehun bit.
He leans back, chuckling. “You’re an interesting person, Y/N. I look forward to getting to know you better.”
Hello! I'm trying to learn the upright spin, but my hips are hurting when I start to rotate... Do you have any tips on how can it stop? Like hip exercises, maybe?
You can try anything that strengthens your hips and pelvic muscles as well as hip opening stretches (see stretching masterlist by Admin Asyn). Beyond that you might want to see a physiotherapist if the pain continues to see if there isn’t an issue with the muscles or bones themselves.
EXO reacts to their girlfriend hurting herself during dance practice
Anonymous asked : hello! is it possible for you to do a reaction where exo’s gf is a dancer and hurts herself accidentally during practice? (ie straining her back / spraining her ankle) thank you!!
A.N : thank you for the request, love! I hope you enjoy it ^^
Xiumin: Minseok is very concerned for you. Even though you tell him that it’s just a sprain, he still pours in his love and care for you so you can recover quickly and get back to doing your favorite hobby.
“I can drive you to the store today.”
Luhan: Luhan is extremely worried and always overthinks. He texts you a lot to make sure you haven’t tripped and somehow died.
“Is Y/N doing alright...?”
Kris: He does everything he can to make your recovery relaxing and enjoyable. He carries you around on his back and massages your shoulders. You almost don’t want to go back to dancing.
“There’s a knot in your back...”
Suho: Junmyeon does everything he can to help you recover. When you first call and tell him about your injury, he drives to your studio and brings an ice pack and carries you out to his car bridal style.
“You’d better stop getting hurt and worrying me like this.”
Lay: Yixing fully understands your pain because of his rigorous and brutal training regimen as a dancer before he debuted. He gives you tips on how to get better quickly and reminds you not to overwork yourself and take a break from time to time.
“Be sure you’re fully recovered before you dance again or else it will get worse.”
Baekhyun: He cracks jokes and invites you out to a lot of dates to make sure you aren’t disappointed because of your injury. Whenever you talk about wanting to dance, he helps you direct your focus onto something else.
“Do you want to see a fan cam from a few months ago?”
Chen: When you call him about getting hurt, he screams into the phone. You have to reassure him multiple times that you don’t have a life-threatening disease. He settles down after fifteen minutes of shouting his heart out.
“Y/N said she was alright, but...”
Chanyeol: He’s scared that you’ll try to practice more with the injury because he knows you’re hard-working and persistent. He tells you to take this chance to rest up , and he invites you out to do fun things in your new free time.
“Let’s go out to karaoke today!”
D.O: Kyungsoo makes himself available 24/7. Whenever you text or call him about even the most minor of inconveniences, he offers his support and advice. Even though he’s awkward and emotionless, Kyungsoo tries his hardest to help you recover.
“I’m not sure... Ice it? You should just go see a doctor.”
Tao: Even though Tao acts like a bad boy, when you told him you were injured, he freaked out. He frets about you for the next several days, texting you multiple times throughout the day to check if you’re still doing alright. He acts apathetic, but he is always concerned about you.
“Is the food good? I’ll send takeout to your house tomorrow.”
Kai: As a dancer, Jongin knows your struggle as well. He remembers how much he wanted to practice while he was injured. He always tells you that even if you want to dance, you should hold off on it because your injury will only worsen over time. He tries to take your attention away from dancing by inviting you to do other things.
“Let’s just watch a movie together today, jagi!”
Sehun: Sehun’s not sure what to do, but he gives you his unconditional love and support. He tells you that if you need him for anything, he’s always there to help. He tries his best to make your life more comfortable.
Ok I've never done this before but I'm curious, I'd love to see who you'd ship me with in EXO? I'm more reserved first meeting me but it doesn't take long for me to open up. I can be very talkative after that. I love joking around and just having fun times. I consider myself very passionate and if I'm talking about something I love, I can talk your ear off. I'm very sarcastic, kinda blunt in my opinions. But I'm always open to others' feelings and I care immensely about them, especially friends.
I ship you with : Chen!
Jongdae’s bubbly personality never fails to comfort you and make you feel like you belong. You don’t hesitate to open up to him. The both of you always have good times together, whether it’s pranking other members or going on spontaneous road trips. Jongdae also doesn’t mind when you talk a lot; he loves to listen to what you have going on at the time. When times get rough, the two of you lift each other up. There’s never a boring day when you’re with Jongdae.
Summary : When you invited Kyungsoo out to grab a coffee and have a quick chat, you didn’t expect things to turn out this way.
Hello!!! Can u pls do a d.o scenario where he gets jealous cuz of smth his gf did unintentionally and they fight but then makeup (*makeout*)? With some angst and a fluffy ending pls? Thank you 💙💛💙
A.N: Hope you enjoy it, love!
“What the hell were you doing in there?!” Kyungsoo shouts, anger burning in his eyes.
“What do you mean?” you yell back, your fists balled up in subconscious defense. “I wasn’t doing anything!”
“Don’t play dumb with me,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “I saw you talking to that barista in there-- the way you made jokes, the way you looked at him...”
“What the hell?! That was small talk, Kyungsoo!” You shake your head in disbelief, your eyes wide. “God, you’re so clueless!”
“I know that look, Y/N! I know that you were interested in him. I’ve been with you long enough to know the difference between your flirting and your ‘small talk.’“ He makes finger quotes.
You take a step back, offended. Blood rushes to your head, your adrenaline pumping through your veins.
“Well...” you begin, your voice cracking. “Well, if we’ve been together ‘long enough’ and that’s what you really think I was doing, then maybe we weren’t meant to be together.”
Kyungsoo pauses, his offensive stance weakening and his jaw slacking. “Maybe.”
Your fury dissipates suddenly, and it leaves behind an overbearing sadness. Your shoulders sag and you avert your eyes from Kyungsoo.
"Let’s take a break,” you say to him, the aggressiveness in your voice gone.
“Fine.”
You furrow your brows and walk away, not looking back for even a second at Kyungsoo.
You rub your eyes, the light of your phone making them burn in contrast to your dark room. You roll over on your bed to look at the clock on your bedside table.
It reads 2:46 AM. You groan softly, opening KakaoTalk on your phone. You begin typing a message about your sleep problems to Kyungsoo, but memories of yesterday’s unpleasant fight come flowing back to you.
You sigh and cast your phone off to the side. Instead of going to bed like a normal, functioning member of society, you resolve to take a walk. You stand up, lightheaded for a few moments because you’ve been laying down for so long. You get dressed in a pair of jeans and a thick hoodie.
You grab your keys off the kitchen counter and exit. After locking the door behind you, you shove your keys into your pocket haphazardly. You trot down the stairs of your apartment complex and walk down the empty street. Of course, nobody else is out at this hour, so the only sound you can hear is the dull thumping of your sneakers against the concrete. The odd stillness of the air gives you time to breathe-- time to think.
You submerge yourself in the conversation with Kyungsoo yesterday, trying to analyze every little bit and piece of it. His word choice, his tone, his posture... Soon, everything blends together and you end up thinking the equivalent of white noise.
Because you were so absorbed in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the man trailing behind you. Before you are able to react, his hand darts out and grabs your waist roughly, pulling you backwards. You open your mouth to yell for help, but his other hand renders you unable to speak.
“Shut up,” he hisses, the rotten stench of his breath making you dizzy. When you regain your bearings, you elbow your attacker in the stomach. His grip loosens for just a second, but that is enough time for you to get away.
He is only stunned momentarily, however. Before he attacks you again, you hurl a fist at his throat. He chokes and backs up, his hands instinctively wrapped around his neck.
You start bolting away, your feet carrying you as fast as you can go. Your breaths are short and erratic; your chest is tight. You hear the man’s footsteps growing louder and louder, yet you can’t seem to go faster. It feels as if weights are tied to your feet.
You yelp as the man shoves you to the ground. Your entire body slams on the concrete, making you lose your orientation. You sit up and try to get stabilized, but you are pushed down once again.
Your blood freezes when you see a pocket knife glinting in the light of the streetlamps in the man’s hand. He holds the blade to your throat, the cold metal causing a chill to run up your spine.
“Don’t move or shout or else I’ll kill you,” he threatens.
You grimace and squeeze your eyes shut in grim realization that you can’t struggle any more, but a few moments later, the pressure of the knife is taken off your neck. You hear a loud thump and open your eyes.
The man is on the ground. You look up and see Kyungsoo, who delivers a sharp kick to the man’s temple before he can react. He goes unconscious instantly.
You rub the delicate, soft skin on your throat. “How...” you begin, bewildered.
“You always go on dumb walks when you have too much stuff on your mind,” Kyungsoo comments before you can say anything else, “but I always go with you. I knew you’d come out tonight, and I wasn’t going to risk anything.”
Kyungsoo extends a hand to help you up. You grab it gratefully, and he hoists you up. You look down at the assaulter.
“Call the police,” you tell him. “I didn’t bring my phone.”
“Seriously?” he chuckles a little. “That wasn’t very smart of you.”
You watch as Kyungsoo dials 911 to report an assault. He hangs up and shoves his phone back into his pocket after speaking for a minute or two. Kyungsoo leans in and gives you tender kiss on the lips.
“I’m sorry for lashing out like that,” he murmurs. “That was totally out of line, and I understand if you want to take a break.”
You shake your head. “I might have been getting a little too close with that barista,” you say. “I can see how you would’ve interpreted that-- and plus, you rescued me from a near-death situation.”
Kyungsoo beams. “Are we okay, then?”
You grin and nod back. “We’re good,” you reply as you give Kyungsoo a peck on the nose.
Xiumin: He isn’t much of a stickler on height, not caring that much if you are almost his height. In fact, he loves your tall and elegant stature.
“You look so pretty wearing that, jagi...”
Luhan: He isn’t that concerned with your height, but sometimes, he just stares in wonder and admiration at you.
“Your legs are so long... You look so cool, baobei.”
Kris: He’s glad that you are tall enough so that he doesn’t have to break his back to kiss you. He also likes to see people gawking as they walk past because of your heights. Occasionally, children even ask if the two of you are giants.
“That’s right, we’re both giants!”
Suho: Junmyeon is more on the short side, but he’s happy that you’re tall. You’re just tall enough for him to give you soft forehead kisses.
“Y/N, come here so I can give you a kiss!”
Lay: Yixing doesn’t care about something as trivial as height; he has other things to consider in his significant other. He doesn’t complain about it, though-- he quite enjoys that you’re tall. He likes to rest his head on your shoulder to sleep.
“Baobei, I can put my head on here, right?”
Baekhyun: Baekhyun honestly doesn’t care all that much either. He’s totally fine that you’re almost as tall as him, and he even sees it as an added benefit because he doesn’t have to bend down to kiss or hug you.
“Jagi, let’s see how tall we are back to back!”
Chen: Jongdae loves your height because people usually comment on it. He’s always excited to introduce you as his girlfriend.
“Yeah, Y/N is my girlfriend! Isn’t she great?”
Chanyeol: Chanyeol doesn’t care about your height, but he secretly wants to be able to sweep you up and carry you everywhere or have you ride on his back. One day, he accidentally reveals his cute wish, and you tell him that you can still do that.
“Jagi, get on my back!”
D.O: Kyungsoo is jealous of your above average height, but he keeps it bottled in. Occasionally, he lets out slightly passive-aggressive statements commenting on his envy for you.
“Can you get that for me, jagi? I can’t reach it.”
Tao: This brat knows that you’re tall, but you’re still not tall enough to reach his face. He always gives you a playful grin when you try to stand on your toes to kiss him.
“You’re still not tall enough, baobei. Drink more milk.”
Kai: Jongin is absolutely enamored with your height. He especially likes it when you wear nice shoes or socks.
“You look real nice in those heels I bought for you...”
Sehun: He is happy for you that you’re tall, but he’s actually a bit smug that he can’t tease you for being short. Either way, he’s still glad that you’re his girlfriend.
“How tall are your mom and dad? They must have passed down some good genes.”
Say if a skater has been injured and away from the ice for a while, what kind of exercises do they do to get back to their usual form?
It’s normally a long process of building up strength and rebuilding the muscles of the injured area. As every injury is different there is no cut and direct answer for what exercises to do so you have to consult with medical professionals and your coach in order to best accommodate the injury and recovery period.
Summary : Mr. Park sends you on a simple mission without expecting any kind of twist.
Can I get a scenario where Chanyeol is my BF and he is so sweet to me reallly BF material but to other Person he is straight up and mean sometimes and we are both in a Mafia & he is the Boss and I get kidnap is that possible?._. I’m really sorry for my english and thx u so much for ur hard work 🦄💕I Love ur blog so much keep the work u are doing so great🌹
a.n : hello!! This is my first scenario on this blog, so I hope you enjoy reading through it ^^
“Mr. Park?” Seulgi whispers in a hushed tone into her phone. “You’re dating him?”
“Yeah,” you reply. “Something wrong with that?”
“No, no,” she stammers, clearly intimidated by you now. “But… The boss chose you?”
“Is that weird?”
“You don’t seem like his type…” she comments. “In fact, I feel like nobody really is his type. He’s just so stern and serious. I’ve never seen him smile.”
You purse your lips. “Really? He’s been plenty sweet to me. Well, even if I find out he’s a huge ass, I’ll still get perks from dating the boss, right?” you grin.
The two of you laugh together– that is, until you feel a cold hand on your shoulder. A chill goes up your spine, and your shoulders tense up.
“What is this about getting benefits from being romantically involved with me?”
“Oh, M-Mr. Park,” you stutter, your cheeks red. “Nothing, it’s-”
He chuckles softly. “Don’t worry about it. Come with me– I have an assignment.”
“I have to go, Seulgi,” you mutter to her. “I’ll call you later.”
You hear Seulgi snickering before you hang up.
Chanyeol leads you into his office. “Please shut the door behind you,” he says.
You close the door, and you take a seat when Chanyeol gestures for you to. He clears his throat before speaking. “Extort the new restaurant that’s been opened recently nearby. You know which one it is. It’s been doing extremely well, so don’t believe any bluffs from the owner.”
“How much?” you ask.
Chanyeol smiles sweetly. “However much you think is reasonable.” He ruffles your hair. “Come back safe, okay?”
You nod. “I’ll be back soon,” you reassure him.
He stands up and escorts you outside. He leans down and gives you a kiss on the cheek before locking the door behind you.
You rub your Swiss Army knife, concealed in your pocket. People pass by you without a second thought, absorbed in their phones and hectic work schedules, unaware of your ability to kill them at your own leisure. You stop and move out of the lazy river of people. You swing open the door to the restaurant, the bell jingling above you. The atmosphere is warm and welcoming, a place where people should feel safe. You prepare yourself for your extortion.
“Hello, a seat for one?”
You shake your head. “I want to speak to your boss for a bit. I’ve seen how well this restaurant is doing, so I’d like to invest in it.”
The waiter smiles. “Certainly. Right this way.”
The manager greets you with an outstretched hand, inviting you to shake it. You don’t react.
“$150 a week.”
“W-what?” he stammers, lowering his arm.
You unsheathe the blade of your pocket knife. “I’ll be here to collect $150 a week. If you can’t pay I’ll be sure to make you and your family miserable.”
“I-I don’t understand,” he stammers.
“I thought I made myself clear.”
“But…”
You lean in close to him. “Why must you make me repeat myself?”
The manager grabs your wrist, and before you know it, your knife has been knocked out of your hand. A rough arm grabs you in a chokehold. You thrash around wildly, but the knife you once wielded is now being used against you.
You grimace as the manager presses the blade against the delicate skin of your neck. “I’m a bit hard of hearing,” he drawls.
“Let go of me,” you snarl.
He gives you a smile, one that is slathered in copious amounts of honey. “Your team is very prestigious. Mr. Park has worked very hard for his wealth. It’s a shame that he sent such a weak girl on this mission. It was a stupid move– one that will cost him a large amount of money.”
You struggle against the rope, the tough fiber digging into your wrists. You breathe heavily, a handkerchief used as an improvised gag in your mouth. The room is empty with one window that has been boarded up. The wallpaper has been torn up, and there are muted red stains on the floor and walls that you presume are from blood.
You flinch when the door opens. A man steps in. He’s wearing a formal business suit. He walks over to you and watches you for a few seconds before removing the gag from your mouth. “Nice to meet you,” you spit, your words coated in sarcasm. “Kim Junmyeon.”
Junmyeon grins, squatting down so that he is eye-level with you. “It’s an honor that you know who I am, Y/N.”
You snort. “Everyone knows you, you filthy fucking rat. You’ve ran several companies out of business with your tactics, and you’ve been engaged in many homicides, haven’t you?” you growl at him. “And now, you’re using me as a hostage to get money from my boyfriend.”
“Your boyfriend?”
You flinch as Junmyeon gives you a Cheshire Cat grin. “What a coincidence. You’re the perfect target.”
Junmyeon walks behind you. He bends down and moves his head right next to yours. He points up to a corner of the room. “See the camera?” he asks softly, his breath tickling your ear. A nauseous feeling grows in your stomach. “Look up there.”
You stare closely until you can see a tiny, pin-point of a red dot. You turn your head to defiantly stare at the floor. Junmyeon grabs your face with his two hands and wrenches it to stare at the camera with force. You wince. “Park Chanyeol,” Junmyeon begins, his hand sliding over your mouth to prevent you from talking. “I have your girlfriend here. Meet me tomorrow 3:00 in the afternoon at the restaurant for your pay of 800 grand, or else she’s mine.”
Your blood runs cold as you see the glint of a blade in the corner of your eyes. You inhale sharply as Junmyeon makes a tiny nick on your cheek.
“I win, Chanyeol.”
The sign reads “Closed,” but Junmyeon enters regardless. People stare as they walk past, but they don’t do anything about it. You follow after him.
The restaurant is empty and desolate, a sharp change from the scenery you remember. You sit without talking, the air stifling. Junmyeon’s arm is slung around your shoulder, but he has a vice grip on your arm.
You shift a little, but his grip only grows tighter.
After a long few minutes, the door opens up. You rip Junmyeon’s hand off your arm to get up, but he grabs you and shoves you back down onto the chair.
“Chanyeol!” you call out.
Chanyeol, with his hands shoved in the pockets of his pants, walks up to Junmyeon. “So, Mr. Park,” Junmyeon drawls. “Do you have my payment?”
Junmyeon grabs you in a chokehold, a gun cocked at the side of your head. Chanyeol doesn’t react.
“No,” Chanyeol replies.
You furrow your brows in confusion and panic as Junmyeon digs the barrel of the gun into your temple. “What do you mean ‘no?!’”
Chanyeol pulls a few pieces of paper out of his pocket, placing them down onto the table in front of him. Junmyeon looks down at them.
“Where…”
“I’m sure that the owner of a large corporation wouldn’t want these photos to be leaked. Mr. Kim, I advise that you hand over Y/N to me.”
You glance at the pictures. Junmyeon is talking with a young woman wearing red stilettos and black stockings up to her thighs. In another photo, he’s giving her a sloppy kiss.
You turn your attention back to Junmyeon, whose knuckles are white from gripping the gun. After a long few seconds, he releases you. You jump into Chanyeol’s arms.
Chanyeol smirks as you hug him, the fabric of his clothes balled up in your fists. “Now, let’s just all forget this ever happened. We’ll all go our separate ways.”
He guides you out of the restaurant. Before he steps out, he looks over his shoulder and grins slyly.
