#ah-ro

[flowerboyknj]

[theladyofthewest]

Sam Maek Jong: the heart of the man before you is racing, it screams that it likes you. Does it not affect you?

Ah-Ro: ....

Me: Damn girl idk about you but I'm fucking feeling it

[joyikstvo]

I still don’t ship Ah-ro with Dog-bird

[grisiaxlesus]

Imagine the day when ah-ro discovers that her brother was killed becuz he saw sam maek jong’s face. Imagine the amount of heartache, angst, and tears. 

How would ah-ro react i wonder, knowing that it’s becuz of him her brother died before they could be reunited. Would she be the type to scream at him, or be all calm and say extremely hurtful but truthful words to him, and then leave.

And then imagine when moo myung finally discovers that his room mate “ji dwi” is actually the king, and he was the reason mak moon died. 

Mak moon, moo myung’s one constant, his most precious person, who is both like a parent and a brother to him, his one and only mak moon, and that “ji dwi” is the reason that mak moon is no longer living. 

I made myself sad lol.

p.s. in case people dun remember (since his name was like only mentioned once or twice) moo myung is dog-bird lol.

[theladyofthewest]

Missing You

Title: Missing You

Pairing: Sam Maek Jong/Ji Dwi x Ah-Ro

Word Count: 936

Rating: G **The smut will be posted separately depending on the feedback for this!** 

A NOTE: This would take place post-canon, with Sam Maek Jong and Ah-Ro being married after his formal coronation. 

@midnightmoonlightmusic the smut was taking so long that I decided to split it up and put atleast the first part out! 

It was only natural for her to miss him… wasn’t it? He was her husband, after all. It didn’t matter that they had argued before he had joined the Hwarang on a routine excursion. What did matter however, was that he had been gone for weeks and not once had a messenger arrived with a letter for her. Far from an apology, not even a piece of paper with the words ‘I’m alive,’ written on it. The nerve of him! When she realized she was rationalizing arguing with him again the minute he returned to her, she could have screamed.

‘If you won’t fight with him who will?’  A part of her whispered snidely and Ah-Ro fought the urge to smile wryly in response to her own thoughts. As if King Jinheung of Silla didn’t have enough enemies vying for his blood? But she knew that the privilege of being able to argue with him, being able to call him foolish and strange and banish him from her presence when he upset her, was one that was solely her own. What had he once said?

‘She is the only subject that can console the King of Silla.’

And console him she would. Right after she was finished telling him in great detail just how angry she was.

“Don’t know who he thinks he is,” she muttered under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest with a huff even as the snide voice from earlier piped up in her head again. ‘He’s the king. He can do as he wishes… with anyone he wants.’

A bucket of ice seemed to have dropped over her, seeping into her heart. The possibility that he hadn’t contacted her because of another woman hadn’t occurred to her until then. He couldn’t! Even as her heart cried out, her cruel mind immediately fired back with confirmation that he most definitely could. He was well within his rights to take a concubine whenever he saw fit.

“The king might be within his rights,” Ah-Ro hissed, scurrying over to the writing desk and grabbing her inkpot, “but my husband is not.”

She had just finished penning him what she hoped was a scathing letter, detailing exactly how she would murder him if he had so much as glanced at someone else during his travels, when she felt it. The soft breeze, the gentle humming of her heart that signalled that he was close by. She had forgotten that she was upset with him completely, the knowledge that he was home again, back with her, enough to make her want to drop everything and run into his arms.

The feeling was short lived.

She hadn’t even turned around to see whether he was in the doorway when her letter was snatched off of the table in front of her. Craning her head back, she could make out her husband standing over her, her now rather hasty seeming letter clutched in his hands and one eyebrow quirking further and further as his dark eyes roved over the page.

He of many names. Ji Dwi. Jinheung. And finally, her Sam Maek Jong.

“Boil me alive? That’s interesting,” he crooned, a smile tugging at one corner of his lips as she buried her face in her hands, “I believe it was me who suggested that to you?”

She mumbled something intelligible in response and heard him laugh as he continued reading.

“Threatening the king? Now, now Your Highness.”

Ah-Ro heard the sound of rustling fabric and then he was crouched behind her, his arms winding around her so her list of threats was resting in her lap, his hands clasped together, locking her in his embrace.

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” She huffed, even as her hands rested on top of his, stroking the skin there errantly.

“I do think I’m relatively charming, yes.” He trailed his nose down the side of her neck and, instinctively, she tilted her head to the side to give him better access.

“Oh? And it was charming never writing me once?” Ah-Ro sniffed, pulling her hands away from his and shouldering him away from her, suddenly angry all over again.

Sam Maek Jong sighed, leaning back on his elbow. She could feel his eyes on her. He reached one hand out, running it gently through the expanse of her dark hair, toying with the strands.

“Just as charming as you not writing me.”

The words were spoken casually enough, but she knew that he wasn’t pleased with her either.

“Why should I write you? You’re the one who claims to love me more, you should have done it.” She said haughtily, staring at the wall in front of her with a grimace. Even to her own ears, she sounded irrational.

He shifted suddenly, his face right next to hers now as his arms found their way around her again, pulling her into his lap.

“I do love you more,” Sam Maek Jong whispered in a low voice, his lips brushing over her jaw. Her hands tightened reflexively on his shoulders in response, feeling the muscles there flex under her touch.

“I don’t believe you,” Ah-ro scoffed, swatting at the back of his head gently, moving her head back as his lips trailed slowly down her neck. She felt him smile against her heated flesh before his large hands took hold of her face and angled it towards him.

“Why don’t you let me prove it then?” He murmured against her lips and she couldn’t resist the smile that stole across her mouth then, laughing breathily as he kissed her.

[theladyofthewest]

This aggressive hatred of Ah-Ro is actually frightening??

[theladyofthewest]

maybe writing this sam maek jong and ah-ro fic was a mistake... now i want them to be canon more than ever OH NO

[purplegirlsworld]

poster for my AFF fic

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