#hwarang ff

[purplegirlsworld]

Hwarang: Lost Princess

Disclaimer: Hwarang and its characters do not belong to me. Plot and characters were based from the drama Hwarang.

Prologue

Yoon Shi Yoon’s POV

“Go to your Uncle Seub in Silla. Take care of yourself and your sister. Always be safe. You’re father and I will always love you. You must leave now. Hurry!” Those were the last words from our mother.

In the dead of the night, carrying my little sister in my arms, we fled from the palace. Away from the battling soldiers. Away from the dead bodies. Away from our father’s enemies. Away from our family.

‘Abeoji, Ommonim, I’ll come back someday. I’ll seek revenge from the ones who did this. I promise I’ll protect Ara, my sister. I’ll keep her safe.’ I silently thought. Looking down in my arms, I saw that Ara is already fast asleep. We’ve been riding hard and fast for the last few days, we needed to get as far away from the palace as possible. Our enemies are sure to be on our tail and we need to get as much distance from them as we can.

After a week of travelling, we finally reached Silla. We went straight to Uncle Seub’s home. Uncle Seub is a close friend of my father, that is probably why mother sent us here. Upon reaching the place, I knocked on the gate and a servant came out. “I am looking for Minister Kim Seub. Please tell him that Yoon Shi Yoon is here.” I said. While the servant was announcing our arrival, I took the time to look at my sister. She’s looking worse for wear given that we’ve ridden hard for a week. Her hanbok is dusty, she has dirt in her face, and her hair is in a disarray. I’m pretty sure I look just as bad, if not worse.

After waiting for a few minutes, we were finally let in. We were shown to the receiving area where Uncle Seub was waiting. “Shi Yoon, what happened? It must be pretty bad for you to come here unexpectedly and looking like that. You and your sister look exhausted,” said Uncle Seub. “We were attacked, father’s enemies wanted to overthrow him. I’m not sure if they are still alive. Ara and I fled the palace during the fight. Mother told me to come here.“ I said. “The enemies of my old friend finally made their move. You and your sister can stay here. We’ll take care of you.”

“If it’s not too much trouble, I’ll be leaving Ara with you. They will be searching for us and it would be safer for her to stay here. Please take care of my sister. I’ll rest for a bit and leave.”

“Why don’t you stay here as well?”

“I can’t. It will be too dangerous for you and your family. They will be more interested in me than with her. I’ll throw them off their tracks by going far away from here. Please take care of Ara.”

I left their home after 3 days. Seeing my sister crying pained me but this is for the best. She’ll be safer here. I can’t stay and I can’t take her with me. ‘One day, after I’ve completed my revenge, I’ll come back for you.’ I thought.

[beautifully-hwarang]

Of Kisses and Crushes

Pairing: Ban Ryu x Soo Yeon

Rating: G

Word Count: 1063

He couldn’t stop thinking about her. He knew he must have hurt her feelings with the way he had brushed her off, Soo Ho’s livid roars in his direction after he had walked away indicating he had done that and much more. The memory of Soo Yeon crying after her brother, telling him to stop was enough to cause his heart to clench.

‘Why didn’t you speak to her then, you fool? Why are you letting Young Shil ruin this for you too?’ A part of him snarled and Ban Ryu sighed, pressing his fists into his eyes so hard he saw pops of colour.

‘It doesn’t matter,’ another side piped up, ‘if you can’t even stand up to Young Shil, what could you ever do for Soo Yeon?’

His heart sank when he realized the truth in the words. He was trapped, he couldn’t so much as breathe without Young Shil’s permission and he had fooled himself into believing he could love? And someone like Soo Yeon at that? She was light and happiness and everything that was good in the world. Could he really marr her light with his inescapable darkness?

That girl -- Ah-Ro had asked him if his feelings for Soo Yeon were genuine. As if the very mention of her name wasn’t enough to cause his heart to thunder erratically. As if the sight of her familiar handwriting etched into a page wasn’t something he could stare at for hours on end, imagining her gentle hands curved around a brush, painstakingly tracing out her words to him. The words she had thought out for only him. His hand brushed over his heart, where he kept her letter to him tucked away in the folds of his clothing. It would most likely be the last she would ever send him, considering how he had treated her.

“Master Ban Ryu?”

And now he was even hearing her voice.

“...Are you going to ignore me again?”

He almost tripped over his own feet in his haste to turn and face her when he realized that she was really here and not a figment of his imagination.

She was glowing. The sky blue of her clothing catching the light in a way that made her look ethereal. There was a pregnant silence as they stared at each other. Her, seeking answers to questions her tongue dared not ask, and him drinking in the sight of her, beautiful and in that moment, all his.

“I’m sorry.”

He spoke the words softly, averting his gaze to the dirt, afraid that if he said them any louder she would realize just how foolish she was to be standing here with him. When he glanced up, he found her watching him, an odd softness in her gaze, half a smile playing about her lips.

“For what?”

They fell back into silence again, with him wondering why she wasn’t upset with him and her staring at him with a fond look on her face. She seemed to realize that he wouldn’t be speaking again and heaved a great sigh before she opened her mouth to continue a conversation.

“Consider us even now. I… did that to you and now you brushed me off. The score has been settled?”

Ban Ryu nodded, clasping his hands behind his back in an effort to hide how clammy they were suddenly. Part of him wondered why she was here, why she had come to speak to him. He scuffed at the ground in front of his feet errantly. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat, feel her eyes on him.

“Did you need something?” He asked finally, and Soo Yeon’s head snapped up to look at him, a smile breaking out over her face when she realized he had spoken to her. It began to fade quickly though when she processed what he had said.

“I just meant - you came all this way, was there something you needed from me?” Ban Ryu clarified quickly, his hands clenching behind his back when he realized that he could have ended this entire thing by letting her live with her misconception, but the idea of her thinking he didn’t cherish every second she was in front of him was unacceptable to him.

“Not so much something I wanted from you,” she began softly, a light pink flush covering her cheeks as she wrung her hands in front of her, “as much as something I wanted to give to you.”

The letter tucked against his chest was suddenly burning hot, searing her mark into his flesh. He watched her expectantly, a warm feeling building within his chest as she fumbled about with the voluminous fabric of her sleeves, peeking up at him through her lashes.

“Miss Soo Yeon?” He asked, hoping his voice didn’t squeak on her name or betray his heart’s galloping pace at the way she looked directly at him when he said her name, something flashing through her eyes. Something that he was sure was echoed in his own.

It felt like life was moving in slow motion as he watched her take a step closer to him, and then another, and another until she was pressed up against him and he could feel her breath on his cheek. He was sure he must look like a slack-jawed fool, frozen in time, afraid that one move of his would make her realize what she was doing.

And then her lips were pressed against his cheek, soft and warm, and a jolt of electricity surged through his entire being. In that moment he could have taken on the entire Hwarang house and emerged victorious.

She pulled away from him a few moments later, although he could have sworn they had spent hours in such close proximity, and smiled down at the ground, blushing madly. He would have smiled, but he wasn’t entirely sure he had control of his body yet.

He was staring down at her with an indescribable tempest brewing in his chest, a desire to protect her, keep her close to him, and he made a decision right then that he prayed he would always be able to follow through on that he would do just that.

He didn’t know whether what they felt for each other was love, but he knew that he was only too eager to find out.

[ferociouspompom]

Hwarang OS: Always

Fury rose within him like a red tide.

A breath. And another.

But still the words rang in his ears. “You should have done it right. Then I would not have had to step in. Do you not agree?”

There was violence in his motions as he left the room at the Okta, pausing at the door to breathe deeply.

Calm.

But it would not come. Not when Kang Sung was but a symptom of a much larger cancer in his life. Not when his future hung on the whim of Master Young Shil. Defiance would cost him, and his father, dearly.

He took long strides, desperate to create distance between himself and those he called his friends, the atmosphere of the Okta suddenly stifling and wrong.

When had Hwarang House become comforting?

When had it become home?

A hand wrapped around his wrist. Ban Ryu jerked his arm, lips curled into a snarl as a sharp warning formed on his tongue, but he stilled when he registered Miss Soo Yeon as she stumbled. Anger ebbed away as he took in her large eyes and earnest gaze. He looked away from her, regretting his momentary ferocity even as his pulse quickened anew.

“Come here for a minute.”

She looked pretty and delicate in soft pink, a bottle clutched in her free hand as she gestured behind herself.

That curious lightness, a weightlessness that only she inspired, overtook his body as she led him away, her hand slipping from his wrist to wrap around his fingers. The room was abandoned. Miss Soo Yeon turned to face him, her lips curved into a smile and a blush painted on her cheeks.  Looking away, half afraid she would read what was surely in his eyes, Ban Ryu noted that their hands were still linked. He coughed pointedly.

A tremble went through her as she looked down, hastily untwining them and taking a small step back as if introducing propriety between them. The loss of her fingers against his caused a tightness in his chest.

He worried that she expected him to say something in the short silence that followed. He had not yet said a word to her, not when she had accosted him in public, not when she had slapped him, not when she had soothed the mark with her own hand. He preferred to listen, to revel in the cadence of her sweet voice and the sparkle in her eyes.

“Thank you,” she began, her smile widening into a grin, “The performance last night was nice too.”

She seemed to bounce with eagerness.

I will watch your dance from the front row. Do not stress and good luck with your performance. I shall always cheer you on.

What had started as her apology for their first meeting – and an assurance that she would explain it all to her brother – had turned into a collection of letters he carried within his clothing. He read and reread them in every private moment, imagining her expressive features as she spoke the words to him. He had studied her brushstrokes, seeing the slight tremble in her fingers when she had promised to always cheer him on.

Always.

So much promise held in a single word.

In the darkest hours of the night he had wondered at his dedication to the performance – a performance for the Queen no matter what anyone else said. But now pride swelled inside him at her praise.

Ban Ryu blinked, giving her a slight nod to acknowledge her words. It seemed to bolster her.

She held out the bottle in offering, explaining, “This is rare liquor. Please take it.”

His breath caught in his lungs as he considered her gift.

Was it an indication of how little she knew him – he usually did not imbibe alcohol – or an indication of how well she could read him – that she recognized he would need it to numb himself from the approaching storm?

And in that moment of silence, as he considered the best way to accept her gift, he heard footsteps thundering down the hall. The door burst open, and Soo Ho flew through them like a force of nature.

The punch was so unexpected that he was flat on the ground before he registered the pain. The rage that had briefly abated came back in full force. He needed to hit something and Soo Ho had just presented himself as a willing target.

Miss Soo Yeon’s gasp brought him back to his senses, and a coolness chased the wrath from his limbs as he realized that he could not hit her brother, not when she stood in the same room. So he lay there, muscles tensed, jaw clenched, as Soo Ho raged incoherently and punched him again. And again.

There was a sudden crash accompanied by the tinkle of broken glass. Ban Ryu’s eyes found Miss Soo Yeon’s as her brother slumped into him, unconscious.

In a daze, he watched her roll Soo Ho off him before taking his hand. She helped him up, her hands brushing over his back and arm and sending electricity shooting through his body. She released his hand only to clasp the other, as if she did not wish to break contact.

Her mouth was twisted in distaste as she stepped over the prone form of her brother, pulling him behind her.

And in that moment, he knew he would follow wherever she led.

This was my first Hwarang piece :D I’m very happy with how it turned out!!

[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.

[purplegirlsworld]

Hwarang: Lost Princess

Disclaimer: Hwarang and its characters do not belong to me. Plot and characters were based from the drama Hwarang.

Plot:

She’s the lost princess of a war torn country. He’s the faceless king of Silla. What will happen will happen when the two if them meet?

Characters:

Go Ara as Princess Arabella (Ara)/Kim Ah Ro (17 years old)

She’s the lost princess of Gaea. She fled the palace with her older brother, Shi Yoon, when she was 8. Her brother’s nickname for her is Ara. She was adopted by Kim Seub and was raised as a part of their family. To protect her identity, the Kim’s gave her a new name, Kim Ah Ro. She moonlights as an erotic storyteller and physician.

Park Hyung Sik as Sam Maek Jong/Jidwi/Jinheung (18 years old)

He is the faceless king of Silla. His mother, Queen Jisoo, refuses to step down and let him ascend to the throne as she sees him as too weak to rule. He joins Hwarang to prove that he can be strong and make connections with the other nobles’ sons.

Yoon Shi Yoon as Prince Shi Yoon/Yoon Dong Gu (25 years old)

He’s the crown prince of Gaea and older brother of Princess Arabella. He was 16 when he and his sister fled from the palace. He loves his sister and would risk anything to ensure her safety. He seeks revenge from his father’s enemies who overthrew their reign.

Choi Minho as Kim Suho (18 years old)

He is the eldest child of Kim Seub, brother of Soo Yeon, and adoptive brother of Princess Arabella. He is an overprotective brother to his sisters. He joins the Hwarang to show his loyalty to the queen.

Lee Da In as Kim Soo Yeon (16 years old)

She is the youngest child of Kim Seub. She is very close to her adoptive sister Arabella, but have a love hate relationship with her brother, Suho. She has a crush on her brother’s archenemy Ban Ryu.

Do Ji Han as Ban Ryu (18 years old)

He is the archenemy of Suho and is the crush of Soo Yeon. He is one of the Hwarangs.

Kim Taehyung as Hansung (15 years old)

The maknae of the Hwarangs. He is like a ball of sunshine that brings happiness wherever he goes. He easily gets distracted and would not know if the world is coming to an end when he gets fixated on said distraction.

Jo Yoon Woo as Yeo Wool ( 18 years old)

He is arguably the most beautiful Hwarang. He is perceptive and observant and can read others like an open book.