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pairing: kang yeosang x fem!reader | genre: royalty au, general!yeosang, princess!reader| warnings: infidelity| description: the heir of eden has grown up her whole life knowing one thing: she's destined to marry the king of cielo. what a pity she's far more fond of his military general.
the snow crunches beneath his boots, echoing out across the empty royal gardens.
the night is picturesque, plucked right out of a winter's painting with a blanket of white on the ground, and snow making itself a home atop the highest of trees and the smallest of bushes, and the sky a sea of black, not a star in sight as they too are hiding from the chill in the air.
a shiver runs down the general's spine, leaving him to wrap the cloak around himself tighter and pray the one dearest to him has more than just that silly gown he'd gazed upon at dinner to shield out the cold.
elation fills him like hot air fills a balloon and, suddenly, the heavy weight of his sword is the only thing keeping him from floating off, an airy feeling erupting from the very core of his heart while his eyes take in the beauty of his lover and the many layers of warm clothing that have replaced the sage green of the dress.
"y/n..." he breathes out the name of the only woman he's ever loved, will ever love, an airy sound to it like always. the effect she has over him is like no other, his deep voice that so often fires out commands on the training grounds becoming nothing but a soft, pliant whisper in her presence, as if raising his voice were enough to frighten her away.
fingers twitch at his side and he holds back from touching her, no matter how much his heart aches for it, the weeks having passed since he'd felt her soft skin already leaving him touch starved.
"you never wrote, yeosang." his lover's tone is accusatory, far too hostile for their reunion, and his hand begins to shake from something other than the cold. "eight weeks you were gone. out there fighting, maybe almost dying. king jung said you always write him during warfare, that you not writing meant something bad happened."
it's the last thing he should take note of and, yet, he can't help but to smile when hears his lover name the king by his title, like he were a stranger, instead of someone she was set to share a bed with, a life with.
her fiance.
"what about you?" he takes a step closer, knuckles covered in cuts and bruises, and dirt and ash, contrasting with the smooth, unmarked skin of her cheek. "did you think something bad happened? were you worried about me?"
the question is nearly as unfair as how angelic her eyes look under the moonlight. both of he and she knowing their soft touches and lingering glances, their hushed whispers and protective stances were a treason to the very garden they stood in, the very throne room hiding walls away within the palace.
"yes. so much."
the three words are enough to make him want to commit the gravest of sins, to steal from the man he'd grown up beside, him playing with wooden swords while his friend toyed around with a crown made of twigs.
perhaps it's the adrenaline of knowing he's cared about, that someone, after years of being the reliable and unmovable general, still dared to worry about him. maybe he set out into the gardens of eden's palace with his mind made up, his plans set out from the moment his lover dared to slip him a note beneath the dinner table, never failing to break eye contact with the man who was to be her royal suitor as she done so.
whatever the reason may be, general kang finally utters the words the pair have been desperate to say since the moment their private affairs began.
"let's escape eden, princess. let's leave to somewhere we can truly be free, truly be loved."
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For fic request: could you do San or his s/o being scared of thunderstorm? Thank you ❤️
pairing: choi san x gn!reader. | genre: established relationship, fluff. | warnings: thunderstorms, san being so cute that it actually hurts my heart. | word count: 421. | hyde’s input: i’m your resident bitch who both loves and hates thunderstorms.
he’s asleep when it starts.
there’s something so interesting about the human brain, the way it has this inbuilt security system to alert and protect itself from danger. it can be as simple as a nagging thought in the back of one’s mind or a gut-wrenching feeling in one’s body, rendering them to the point of nausea.
for you, it comes in the form of not being capable of falling asleep.
as soon as his head hit the pillow, muscles aching and mentally exhausted from his grueling schedule, san fell asleep. and, while you were just as tired from your own busy life, sleep eluded you, for reasons unknown even to yourself. until that first rumble of thunder, the first strike of lighting.
it all makes sense, your body keeping you awake to terrorize you with the anxious feeling that has always accompanied you during thunderstorms.
you do your best to remain calm, taking deep and slow breaths that do nothing to slow your climbing heart rate. you try occupy your mind, first with counting sheep in your head and, then, with scrolling though your phone, praying one of the short-lived clips will make you laugh enough to forget the rain outside. really, you’re doing anything you can to not wake him up.
he twitches beside you, after a particularly loud rumble.
you count the seconds- eight, to be exact- until you feel his arm snake around your middle tighter, his legs tangling in your own and his warm breath hitting your neck as he hides his face there.
“there’s a storm.” it’s almost hard to believe he’s a fully grown adult when he speaks to you so softly through a pout. “why didn’t you wake me up?”
“you need your sleep.” curling yourself further into him, if that’s even possible, you let a hand card through his sleep-messed hair.
“no, i need to protect you.” again, the pout is there and it’s almost enough to take your attention off of the electrical storm raging on just outside your bedroom window.
almost.
in sync, you both clutch each other tighter when another rumble breaks through sky.
“protect me?” a scoff escapes you while you let a teasing smile seep into your face. “please, you’re more scared of it than i am.”
“shut up!” this time, he whines and hides his face even more as a hand pinches your hip. “you’re mean. yunho wouldn’t treat me like this!”
“babe, there’s a lot of things yunho wouldn’t do to you that i would.”
