As an addition to the small project I started last year (check notes for masterlist) I decided to make a list with prompts. Feel free to send in an idol or character (see list of people I write for, also in the notes) and a number or two and I will write a fluffy drabble!! If you want a special au paired with it (royal!au, vampire!au, etc.) tell me that, too! (If an au is not included I will decide what kind of au it is)
Fluff only, sorry angst lovers, but this is to fight seasonal depression after all (I have tons of angst in the rest of my masterlist, though 😉)
Lets fight winter blues together 😊💕
Feel free to reblog for you own use, if you do, make sure to tag this with the tag #warmwinters so everyone can enjoy! (Doesn’t have to be kpop related in any way.)
My requests for this will be open until the 21st of March
Prompts under the cut.
1 "Take mine, I don't need it anyway."
2 "did you just really ask me to marry you the minute you realized you locked us out?"
3 "You're cold, aren't you?"
4 "people who come to you and start talking smooth are never really into you because if you're really into me you should at least be a little nervous" "darling I've been standing in the corner giving myself pep talks to come over here for over an hour and now I seem too smooth?"
5 "You're love will keep me warm."
6 "Those lights are beautiful there."
7 "You bought me a present? I thought we weren't gonna do presents this year."
8 "no I won't be your fake partner to your office Christmas party, don't you remember what happened last time!?"
9 "Don't lie. You hate it."
10 "So I looked up if you can still… you know… when you're pregnant, and apparently you can. So I guess you were right and uh, well I was not as right." "You mean you were wrong?" "No. I'm never wrong."
11 "Yeah so, funny story, I actually thought you would maybe give me a new years kiss? But I guess not, which is fine! Don't worry. I didn't really care anyway."
12 "Wow you.. . You actually got me a present?"
13 "Dance with me."
14 "I… I didn't know you could play the piano."
15 "Do you wanna build a snowman?"
16 "Sing for me?"
17 "It'll be a blue Christmas without you."
18 "I miss you."
19 "All I want for Christmas is you."
20 "I really can't stay."
21 "It's cold outside."
22 "That's a tad too optimistic for me."
23 "Why are you awake right now?"
24 "Wake up! Please wake up! It snowed!"
25 "Is there a reason you're blushing right now?"
26 "Have you seen my hoodie? You know that one with the blue stripe in the… Wait, you're wearing it, aren't you?"
27 "Are we on a date right now?" "No. We're snowed in." "Ah… so it is a date then?"
28 "I'm not blushing, I'm just cold -or warm. or… whatever. But I'm not blushing."
29 "I think I'm in love with you."
30 "You want hot chocolate?"
31 "Ice skating? I mean, I love Yuri on ice, so I must love ice skating myself too."
32 "All I do is drink hot drinks and say bad words."
33 "You're feet are cold!"
34 the only reason I'm letting you in is because you have like 5 different pairs of socks that you obtained in the course of an hour and I need to hear how you did it"
35 "I'm too sober for this."
36 "But… you don't drink?" "Well, it's never too late to start."
37 "We'd both warm up faster if we would take off our clothes." "Fuck off."
38 "You kissed me!" "I personally wouldn't call that a kiss. It was more of a peck."
39 "A water fight? Are you crazy? It's way too cold for that."
40 "I'm the reason you got sick in the first place. So yes, I am indeed going to take care of you."
41 "Can you put on anything other than the Spotify Christmas playlist? I'm sick of it."
42 "It's January! Why are you still listening to Mariah Carey?"
43 "So… valentines is coming up…"
44 "Santa left a lot of presents this year."
45 "Wow, I asked for you, and I actually got you. That Santa guy really is amazing."
46 "I don't want that, I just want to finish my book."
47 "I wanted to say 'I love you' for the first time on Christmas Eve… but I guess you were a step ahead of me."
48 "Tell me that when you're sober."
49 "Who thought I'd find my soulmate on new years eve?"
50 "You've been giving me bedroom eyes for the last half hour."
51 "You have cut on your forehead." "Oh no, is my face messed up?" "Totally. You look exactly the same."
53 “Can I at least shut the door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home, it gets cold when it's left open.”
54 "“All I want is to sleep by your side.”
55 “I didn’t get soaking wet and ice cold by walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”
56 “Any horny boys out here?” “Horny boys?” “Well, demons, they have horns!”
57 "I missed you."
58 "Are you trying to seduce me?"
59 "How can even still see out of your glasses? They're so dirty!"
60 “Why are you crying?” “*drunk*‘Cause I found out you’re engaged!” “Yeah! To you!”
61 "I always wanted a Christmas wedding."
62 "You mean our child is being born right now? On Christmas day?" "Wow so (s)he's like… the new Jesus then?" "Oh my god, you can't say that."
63 "Kiss me."
64 "I'll cry." "Is that meant to be a threat?"
65 "That's starting to get on my nerves."
66 "Okay, answer me honestly. Are you, or are you not, Satan himself?"
67 "How can you not like christmas?"
68 "Will you marry me?"
69 “You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”
70 "is... Is that a mistletoe? Now that's good timing"
71 "You should have told me sooner."
72 "That might actually be the best present I ever got."
73 "before you answer please tell me you didn't forget to feed the cat?" "we don't have a cat!"
74 "I was lying, I wasn't really listening. I was actually thinking about zombie robots taking over the earth and all those people in the walking dead dying because of them and then some hero showing up and like unplug all of the zombie robots. I should become a writer, honestly. Anyway, what were you saying?"
75 "Are you seriously wearing a donkey onesie?"
76 "no I'm not drunk and yes that was a serious question!"
77 "why do I hate Christmas you ask? Well how does it sound to your 6 year old mind when your parents tell you that you should leave cookies and milk out because some random dirty old man with a long beard is going to sneak into your house and leave presents, I was so shocked with fear I couldn't even hear the part about the presents!"
78 "Wait! Hold that thought! I really, really need to pee. Be right back."
79 “Are you an angel?”
80 "will you be christ to my mas?" "your what?" "my mas, you know let your creativity flow, massage, mass murder, massive dong, so, you know, my mas"
81 "Don't be so gentle. You can hug me tighter y'know- I'm not going to pop or anything."
82 "so you're telling me that you've never had a romcom moment? Well I'm going to make that my personal mission to make sure you're going to have at least one tonight"
83 "I'll run you a nice, warm bath." "Excuse me? Why don't you run us a bath? I'm not gonna bathe by myself, that's boring."
84 ""Happy Valentine's Day"
85 "I'll never give you up. I'll never let you down and I'm never gonna turn around and desert you."
86 ""and I mean I love corpses but not that much"
87 "You're nose is so red, you look like Rudolph. Are you sure you're okay?"
89 "The moon sure does look beautiful tonight."
90 "...Wow. You look like a princess."
91 "You outshine the stars."
92 "A: *hugs B* tighter or looser? ~B: I feel like I’m being constructed by a snake ~ A: *loosens grip* ~ B: I didn’t say let go
93 "I love you, your hair, your eyes, your hands, you're perfect, the way you love, the way you don't even like to smile, wack!" "I thought you were being romantic and you just decide to dunk a vine reference on me?"
part one | part two | part three (you’re here) | part four
pairing: park hyungsik x female reader.
extra characters: choi minho, park seojoon, do jihan and kim taehyung. ser arthur dwayne, ser barristan selmy. (game of thrones characters)
genre: angst and fluff.
words: 3.267 words.
reading time: 12 minutes.
warnings for this chapter: mentions of MAJOR character deaths, blood, death.
synopsis: the rebellion against the targaryens did put the parks on the throne but till how long will that last? you were the key but that they failed to assess and it was surely going to cost them the throne and far more other things which they hold dear because when you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. there is no middle ground.
the hand of the king, lord choi ho summoned his son to the tower of the hand and when ser minho arrived, lord choi stood up from his chair.
“i have something for you.”
minho bowed and sat down, “other than your rebukes? please, that would be something new, father.”
lord choi rolled his eyes and grabbed a long sword and kept it on his table, “for you.”
minho looked at him amused and picked it up, taking it out of its sheath, “is it valyrian steel?”
lord choi nodded, sipping on wine from a goblet, “freshly forged.”
minho stood up taking a stance and took a swing at the air, “it is so light. i did not know there were any blacksmiths left who can forge valyrian steel.”
“there are some left still in volantis,” his father replied, “what are you going to name it?”
“oathkeeper,” minho murmured running his finger through the edge of the sword, so polished it cut split a piece of hair in two.
“good. and when are you going home?”
“i beg your pardon, my lord hand?” minho looked at him visibly confused.
“it has been a month since you have been a kingsguard. i bet you are bored of it now like you have been with everything you ever partook in. so when are you leaving for casterly rock?”
“why?”
“to rule in my stead.”
“you are the lord of casterly rock, not me.”
“i am the hand of the king. my duty is here. you are my son. your seat is in casterly rock.”
“i am a kingsguard. my seat is beside my king. my answer is no.”
“i do not think i was asking you a question.”
“and my answer is still no,” minho put the sword back in the sheath and kept it on the table, “i am guessing you want it back now.”
“keep it,” lord choi spat out.
minho bowed and left.
seven months have passed since hyungsik last saw you. he would not leave his chambers, he would not attend the meetings of the small council, he would not even speak to his mother where he had promised you that he would talk to her about his father but he did not.
hyungsik wakes up every day, summons ser jihan and ser seojoon and practices sword fighting from dawn till dusk.
it was just another day when hyungsik was sparring with ser jihan when ser seojoon announced the arrival of his mother, queen regent, lady choi.
hyungsik took off his armor and kept his sword away, dismissing jihan, “why are you here?”
he never really shared a good relationship with his mother but she loved him with all her heart nonetheless because he was all but her firstborn, her pride.
“you have not left your chambers, son. you need to go out, you need to get some fresh air and i do not know, maybe, rule the kingdom of which you are the lord protector.”
“i am quite sure grandfather loves to rule in my stead.”
“but you have have to learn how to manage the affairs of the crown! you cannot just expect others to do your work.”
“i do not want that stupid throne. you can have it, queen regent if that is what you want so dearly.”
lady elia just stared at her son, a bitter smile on her lips, “have you been talking to that lowborn whore again? she is the one who is putting these thoughts in your head, right?”
hyungsik looked at his mother calmly, his features looked calm but his eyes said otherwise, “call her a whore again and you will not have the tongue to speak another word.”
lady elia looked at her son bewildered, “how dare you? i will have her damned head. do you think you will get to marry her if you step down as the king?”
hyungsik smiled, “thank you for the idea. maybe i should step down after all.”
“oh really? and what will you do? how will you live the rest of your life? fucking her?”
“i will be a knight. like father was, a proper swordmaster.”
lady choi laughed a bitter laugh this time, the sound of her laughter echoing in the empty halls of the king’s great chamber, “you think your father was strong? he was a good swordsman?”
“of course he was,” hyungsik shot her a confused look, “he killed ser arth-”
“he killed an impostor knight who everyone thought was ser arthur dayne. your father would not ever stand a chance if it was ser arthur in front of him. your father was a coward on the head of a rebellion. do you know who crushed rhaegar targaryen? your uncle minho did, not your father. he never was a fighter, he was not a good king either. all he had was fake glory and titles to his name now that he became king but i was the one who ruled this kingdom in his stead. your father was weak and i would rather die but see you following his steps.”
hyungsik kept quiet for a while, he was at a loss of words.
“is that why you had him killed?”
lady choi turned to her son, her distraught expression taking over her beautiful face, “do you believe that?”
“maybe i do. shouldn’t i, mother?”
before lady choi could say another word hyungsik raised his hand to stop her, “leave please.”
defeated lady choi walked out at once when hyungsik called for ser taehyung, “tell the grand maestar to summon everyone to the court. i have an announcement to make.”
taehyung bowed leaving.
hyungsik freshened up and dressed himself in the colors of his family. gold of the choi and brown of the park. after wearing his sword belt which carried his long sword, hyungsik walked out and headed towards the red keep followed by ser seojoon and ser jihan.
once he sat himself on the iron throne, he quietly waited for everyone to arrive. his grandfather, the hand of the king was the first to arrive followed by his mother lady elia who was accompanied by ser choi minho. the master of whispers and the master of coins came soon after and lastly, ser barristan arrived with the rest of the kingsguards.
hyungsik took a look at them before starting, “thank you so much for gathering on such short notice. i have an announcement to make.”
“i hope it is about your return to the small council meetings, your grace, your attention is duly needed there,” lord choi commented.
“why yes grandfather, it is about the matters of the crown only,” hyungsik smiled curtly, “after thinking about a lot of things for quite a long time i have come to the decision that i should step down from my position.”
“nonsense, son,” lady choi started only to be quieted down again by a gesture from her son.
“the entire time after my coronation, i have done nothing but waste away. i have no skills of leadership nor can i command anyone. i do not wish to keep going on like this when a proper ruler is needed to take the matters of the crown seriously,” hyungsik let a breath as if he was holding it in since a long time, “ser barristan.”
ser barristan came forward and bowed, “your grace.”
“i am the third king you are serving. i am sure you are bored of it. you have aged too.”
“no your grace, serving the king is my utmost duty.”
“ser barristan selmy, i release you of your vows, you are a free knight and a respectable lord now.”
ser barristan looked at his king in disbelief, “your grace, please. this is all i have known my entire life.”
when hyungsik did not say anything further, ser barristan unclipped his cloak from his shoulders angrily, “maybe you are right. you should never rule, your grace,” ser barristan threw the white cloak at hyungsik’s feet and proceeded to take off his other batches and threw them on the ground before exiting the red keep.
hyungsik sighed, “ser seojoon come forward.”
park seojoon looked at hyungsik and walked from his side to his front, “your grace,” he took off his helm.
“i name you the lord commander of the kingsguard and the hand of the king.”
seojoon looked at hyungsik in shock. he was not serious, was he?
lord choi stood up at once, “what kind of an insult is this?”
“not an insult grandfather. casterly rock awaits for you, the last i remember you were the lord of casterly rock named the hand of the king by my mother who was queen regent till i came of age. i am relieving you of your duties.”
lord choi glared at his daughter and walked away feeling denigrated.
hyungsik stood up smiling at his cousin, a tired smile.
“your grace, i am honored with the titles but i am not worthy.”
hyungsik chuckled climbing down the stairs and walking past him, “did you say something my lord hand? i’m not your king anymore. you are the acting king till my younger brother comes of age.”
“and where are you going?” came the roaring voice of lady elia.
“does not matter. i am a normal person, i can go anywhere and do whatever i want,” hyungsik smiled and walked out exiting the palace.
it was not long before hyungsik found his way to you. he knew he would find you at your and his practice grounds. he walked from behind the wall and saw you practicing with a bow an arrow. your target on the opposite side of you and the blackwater bay on your side.
you heard footsteps behind you and turned towards the person pointing the arrow but the moment you saw it was none other than hyungsik, you loosened the grip on the arrow and withdrew it, “what are you doing here? i mean your grace,” you bowed looking for his kingsguards.
hyungsik chuckled, he was beyond happy to see you in front of him, “you look different.”
“and you look old, what have you done to yourself?”
hyungsik just walked to you grabbing your hand and sat you down on the railing of the courtyard. he sat on one knee in front of you, his fingers caressing your knuckles, “i am not the king anymore. i forsook my claims to inheritance. i am yours and only yours now. will you marry me?”
your eyes went an inch wider as you took in his words, “you are joking.”
“not at all. the crown is nothing, i will give up anything for you.”
“you are unbelievable, why would you do that!” you hit his chest.
“hey! it was you who would not visit me anymore nor would you talk to me, i saw no way. plus, i was a horrible king. we both know that.”
“i cannot do this hyungsik. i cannot rob the people of this realm the last chance of a decent king in centuries.”
“you did not know how i ruled, i was really bad at it!”
“no, you do not know that. the people have prospered, earlier only the rich grew richer and the poor grew poorer but with your new reforms and decrees, the common people have flourished, times have changed. kids do not go to sleep hungry in flea bottom anymore.”
hyungsik sighed, “i cannot keep doing it. i am tired of it, i tried whatever i could but you do one good thing and people pose a hundred problems at you for doing that good thing.”
“i know but you have to be stron-” you stopped when you saw ser arthur had returned and now had his sword at hyungsik’s neck.
“i am fighting the urge to kill him,” ser arthur spoke up, “it will be over in a blink and he would not even know who did it.”
“se- father you will do no such thing!” you groaned pushing his sword away from hyungsik’s neck who looked back to take a look at his captor.
“it surely is surprising to see a farmer with a knight’s sword, did i introduce reforms to arm farmers too?” hyungsik stood up.
ser arthur smirked staring him down, “i do not want you or your filth near my princess, boy.”
“do you even know who i am?”
“do enlighten me,” ser arthur snarled at him.
“i am the kin- i am your prince,” hyungsik asserted fixing his posture.
“you are no prince of mine and you will never be,” ser arthur walked further towards hyungsik but you came and stood between them glaring at your caretaker, “stay away from my princess,” ser arthur backed away still smirking, “my prince.” he bowed in a mocking way and walked away.
it was not long after that day that ser arthur found himself frowning at you as you stood in front of the love of your life, park hyungsik in the godswood, getting married with the entire king’s landing as your witness.
“and with this kiss, i pledge my love,” hyungsik said before he leaned in to kiss you.
ser arthur was watching from a distance in complete disguise. he had refused to bless you or walk you to your husband, you might not have been witness to what happened during the rebellion but he saw it all and he can never forget it.
hyungsik kissed you and you kissed back smiling, a smile that was destined to turn to ashes in your mouth.
as you guys pulled back, the crowd cheered for their prince. their beloved prince. you looked around the crowd smiling and on spotting ser arthur your smile widened, yes you were not related by blood but he will always be your father. ser arthur walked away after nodding at you as if a farewell.
lady choi stared at you from in between ser do jihan and ser taehyung, her legs and hands shackled and manacled.
just a fortnight ago, she was charged with treason for conspiring to kill the former king which was proved from your testimony but you were not entirely sure about ser minho. you only had heard his voice once during that conversation and could not risk his future on a hunch.
as the ceremony ended, lady elia was escorted back to her dungeons while hyungsik took it upon himself to give you a tour of the palace which ended of course once he had you in your chambers, a mischievous smile on his face.
over the next few months, you debated if it really was a farewell and meant to go visit your caretaker. you were having breakfast and the server served you lemon cakes. you grinned, “thank you so much, i love lemon cak-” you were tongue-tied when you realized it was ser arthur but in disguise of course.
“oh my god, what are you doing here!” you asked almost excited to see him and started to get up but he had you sit down again.
“easy princess. people know me here, i cannot risk your life but i cannot guard you without knowing how you are. your marriage to that fake prince does not release me from my vow to your father.”
you smiled, “i am so relieved to see you. i get tired of being surrounded by strange faces all day. the prince is busy all day since he took his position as master of coins.”
“i am always here for you princess, you know it,” ser arthur bowed smiling before walking out and leaving you alone again among the sea of strangers.
this is the first time ser minho visited his stepsister in the dungeons. lady elia did not smile when she saw him but she asked her to come closer.
minho stepped forward, ‘i swear i would have come sooner.”
lady elia rolled her eyes, “i do not care. listen to me carefully.”
minho looked at his half-sister leaning forward towards the bars which served as the only restriction between him and her.
“kill him,” lady elia gathered up all the viciousness inside of her to utter those two words. minho nodded, he knew park seojoon needed to go now.
on the other hand, you looked around the palace frantically for your husband. you were excited to give him the good news. the maestar confirmed your doubts this morning, you were pregnant and already three moons along. you knew already when you did not bleed for two moons but waited for the confirmation to let hyungsik know. you were starting to show too, hyungsik would not ever be able to tell even if you were eight months pregnant, he is that oblivious.
you looked in the small council hall and did not find him there, frowning you started walking towards the tower of the hand when you crashed against ser jihan.
“i am so sorry ser,” you were quick to apologize as he helped you stand straight.
“calm down my lady, it is alright. you look distraught.”
“i am looking for my husband,” you sighed pouting.
jihan chuckled, “he is in the throne room with the lord hand.”
you nodded smiling and after thanking him, started walking towards the throne room. no matter how much hyungsik claims he is bad at ruling, he is busy all day with seojoon discussing matters of the realm. he would not miss a single small council meeting and would always advise the hand with pieces that always worked out well.
you were in the courtyard in front of the great door which leads to the throne room when you saw it opening. keeping up your pace, holding your dress you managed to see that it was ser minho who walked in.
both seojoon and hyungsik were facing their back to the door, talking in front of the throne. they were actually headed to the small council chambers which is connected with the throne room but stopped midway discussing a reform regarding the soldiers.
seojoon was standing more near the door of the small council chamber and one could not really see him from the door of the throne room unless they walked closer. minho advanced towards whom he thought was seojoon, standing in front of the throne. minho’s valyrian sword in his hand, he marched towards the person and drove his sword through the person’s back but the realization soon dawned upon him that it was not ser park seojoon that he stabbed but his own nephew, hyungsik, the king he was sworn to protect.
when you walked to the door, the guards saw you and opened the door and you watched in horror as ser minho pulled out his sword from hyungsik’s back. you ran towards him at once and pushed away minho who was still standing there not knowing what to do.
you wrapped your arms around hyungsik’s shoulders as he fell backwards, his weight upon you and you sat down with his head on your lap. your hand on his wound, blood gushing out from it, “no no no please no you cannot leave me.”
hyungsik just stared at you before his eyes started closing.
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part one (you’re here) | part two | part three | part four
pairing: park hyungsik x female reader.
extra characters: choi minho, park seojoon, do jihan and kim taehyung. rhaegar targaryen, ser arthur dayne, pycelle, ser barristan selmy, ser meryn trant. (game of thrones characters)
genre: angst, soft fluff, suggestive themes.
words: 3.404 words.
reading time: 12 minutes
warnings: mentions of minor character deaths, blood, death, non graphic smut.
synopsis: the rebellion against the targaryens did put the parks on the throne but till how long will that last? you were the key but that they failed to assess and it was surely going to cost them the throne and far more other things which they hold dear because when you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. there is no middle ground.
the seven kingdoms which consisted of westeros was forged and brought under one true king by the house targaryen but when the reign of their dragons ended, came the downfall of house targaryen with them being overthrown by the house park.
the rebellion had started over a dispute between the two houses and frankly, wars have been started for far less.
when rhaegar targaryen was crushed in the battle of the trident, the whole face of the game changed. the last dragon, he was called. the blood of the dragon but when he bled, most of his bannermen yielded and flocked to park haejin’s side. except for ser arthur dayne, the sword of the morning, renowned as the best knight in the entirety of the seven kingdoms. there was not a single knight in westeros who did not shiver on hearing his name. wielding two two-edged swords in his two hands and with the power of their ancestral sword, ‘dawn’.
he was fast, quick paced, quiet as a cat, attentive and a member of the kingsguard, sworn to protect his king and give his life when need be. and so he did, watching rhaegar fall in front of his eyes, ser arthur dragged the blade out of the person he was fighting, tearing the person in two and came in front of park haejin who could not care less if that was ser arthur dayne in front of him or a normal stable boy. he knew only one thing and that was to avenge his father’s death who was burned alive by the mad king, king aerys II targaryen, father of prince rhaegar targaryen.
park haejin stared his opponent down and hence started the longest one on one battle in the history of westeros.
the battle of trident ended with the fall of ser arthur, park haejin’s sword down his neck, inside his esophagus, blood gurgling from his mouth. his two swords lying near him where he was sitting on his knees.
and thus, began the rule of the parks. twenty years later of which, park hyungsik, son of park haejin found himself on the iron throne. a crown atop his head, a golden cloak hanging from his shoulders, a valyrian sword, his father’s sword, in his sheath and an entire kingdom in front of him.
the grand maester pycelle on placing the crown on the head of the twenty-two year old king’s head, addressed the crowd, “all hail his grace, hyungsik of houses park and choi, first of his name, king of the andals and the first men, lord of the seven kingdoms, and protector of the realm. long may he reign"
the whole red keep joined their voices together to say, ‘long may he reign.’
his coronation was followed by the swearing-in of four knights into the kingsguard. a brotherhood of seven knights, also known poetically as the white swords or white cloaks, are the royal bodyguards of the iron throne. regarded as the finest knights in the seven kingdoms, sworn to protect their king and the royal family with their own lives, to obey his commands, and to keep his secrets. the kingsguard are sworn for life and are forbidden from owning land, taking a wife, or fathering children, although they can hold non-hereditary commands, such as being warden or hand of the king.
ser barristan selmy, nicknamed ‘barristan the bold’ was the lord commander of the kingsguard. he stood in front of king hyungsik, and behind him stood four knights. namely ― park seojoon, choi minho, kim taehyung and do jihan.
hyungsik stood up from the throne, a rather uncomfortable specimen of valyrian swords, in the shape of a throne forged by the first dragon, balerion the dread’s fire.
ser barristan moved aside and the four knights behind him sat down on one knee in sync, drawing out their long swords and pointed it forward towards their king. their vows, echoed throughout the red keep as they swore to protect the king, the royal family. when done, they awaited hyungsik’s permission. hyungsik walked down the stairs of the throne and motioned for them to rise. rising to their feet, a squire walked in with the new white cloaks on a huge golden platter. ser barristan grabbed each cloak and put it around the new kingsguards’ shoulders.
as the ceremony came to an end, the new kingsguards joined the rest of the three kingsguards and stood at the foot of the stairs above which the throne was kept and on which sat their rightful king and protector of the realm.
one by one, the high and noble lords and ladies from the seven kingdoms came to the front and congratulated his grace on the occasion of his coronation.
however, all hyungsik could think of was how he never asked for any of it. no one ever asked him if he wanted to be the king. he was just born to queen choi elia and king park haejin as their first son. he never wanted to be a king, hell he always trained alongside his cousin, park seojoon and his father’s bannerman’s son, do jihan and wanted to be a knight. he wanted to become the greatest knight, a proper swordmaster like his father. instead, he found himself atop the iron throne. a throne he never asked for and had half the mind to forsake it all the while he was being coronated.
on the other hand, lord choi ho, grandfather to the young king and hand of the king had a very distasteful look on his face. he kept staring at his son, choi minho who stood proudly at the feet of the king with his golden armor and white cloak on, his handsome face obscured by the helm.
lord choi never wanted minho to be a kingsguard, he never even wanted him to be a knight in the first place. minho was supposed to inherit all the family properties and be the lord of casterly rock someday, their ancestral home. minho was supposed to further the legacy of house choi but instead blinded by his talents and mastery at swordsmanship, minho forsook all the claims to the lands and titles and became a knight. and now he was standing in front of his father as a kingsguard. all his valiant victories at tournaments, all his tales of great swordsmanship ― all for what? to become a royal bodyguard. nothing but a mere bodyguard. he was not even the lord commander of the kingsguard to be given a place beside the king in the small council but he would stand vigil day in and out and cater to the spoilt child’s every need. lord choi just could not accept that.
meanwhile, hyungsik’s eyes traveled sideways to the balconies surrounding the red keep, in a corner where you stood among the common people of the capital.
eight years ago:
since you were young, being a daughter of a farmer, you used to come to the capital with your father every morning and help him as he sold his vegetables in the flea market.
the first time you met hyungsik was when you were twelve years old and he was a fourteen-year-old prince of the royal family but you did not know that. your father was busy selling his crops as you wandered around the flea market until you came upon an open space behind a huge rock in front of the open water body, the blackwater bay.
you heard the clinking of sparring swords and came out from behind the rock and watched three young boys, not much older to you, practicing with an older man who looked like a guard.
when the guard defeated the smaller boy with the latter on the floor and the end of the sparring sword on his neck you shook your head, as if, in disappointment.
“you are too slow, you need to be quick because you are lacking in size here,” you spoke up drawing their attention. they all stared at you in somewhat confusion cause who are you? why are you here? and why are you talking to the prince in that tone?
before you could realize, the guard had your hand twisted behind your back as he pushed you down on the floor, “that is your prince, girl.”
you fell on your stomach, scraping your knee and looked up at the smaller boy scared, “i am sorry m’lord.”
“i said, prince!” the guard roared and brought the sparring sword on your back with the intention of hitting you but the smaller boy stopped him with a gesture of his hand.
“that will not be necessary, ser meryn,” the smaller boy walked to you and offered you his hand.
ser meryn trant, their master-at-arms, backed off and stood at the smaller boy’s side. you meekly reached out for his hand and stood up with his help.
“i am sorry my prince, i did not know.”
hyungsik offered you a reassuring smile, “well that is quite alright. the capital is full of people, you cannot possibly know everyone.”
“but you are THE prince,” ser meryn sneered.
hyungsik turned his face sideways addressing ser meryn, “and like i said ser meryn, it is alright.”
you were looking down at your feet, unsure of what to do now.
“if i may ask of your name, my lady?” hyungsik smiled at you.
seojoon rolled his eyes and murmured to jihan, “there he goes flirting around.”
“i’-i am no m’lady my prince, but my name is y/n.”
before hyungsik could say anything, ser meryn spoke up, “you should not be speaking to the common people, my prince. we should head back to the castle now.”
hyungsik groaned, almost too loudly and looked at ser meryn with a disgruntled look, “how will i be a good king someday if i do not interact with my own subjects,” he said before walking away with the rest of the boys not even bidding goodbye to you. on seeing them leaving, you bowed down but he did not even see that.
then the next time you met hyungsik was when you found yourself again in the blackwater bay but this time it was evening and only the younger boys were there without their guard.
they had sneaked out of the castle when no one was noticing and came to their practice ground to practice with each other and escape the boring reality of living in a palace full of fake people.
you watched quietly from the shadows when suddenly, while hyungsik was practicing with seojoon, he noticed you and ducked down in a bowing pose, “my lady,” he said with a charming smile on his face. seojoon’s sparring sword slashed the air above hyungsik’s ducked down head, missing it.
you gulped thinking you are surely in trouble this time and walked out of the shadows, standing in front of them.
“i hope my prince will forgive me for staring. i was just watching, i mean no harm, i will not tell anyone.”
jihan chuckled, “and why would we be afraid of you telling anyone anything?”
“i assume my prince and m’lords sneaked out without their royal guards,” you replied in more of a whisper. were you even allowed to assume anything?
seojoon laughed, “now that one has brains.”
hyungsik looked at you amused, “do you like to watch men fighting?”
“i am not sure about men but since earlier this morning i think i like watching boys fight,” you spoke before covering your mouth when the realization hit you, “i am so sorry my prince, i never meant any offense please forgive me!”
hyungsik clicked his tongue, “no offense was taken, my lady. you ask for too much forgiveness, instead, how about you fight me?”
you looked at him bewildered and at a loss of words. was he crazy? if anyone even saw your hand touching him in any way, you would lose that hand for sure.
“nice going there hyungsik, asking a small girl to fight you when you know she does not know how to even hold a sword.” jihan commented.
“is that so? have i offended you, my lady? i can teach you how to fight.” hyungsik offered.
you shook your head at once, “no my prince, you can never offend me and i am not sure if i am in any position to accept that offer.”
“i am your prince, you will accept that offer,” hyungsik cocked his head sideways, he meant no harm nor did he like expressing his authority over anyone but he was fascinated by you. his sister hated fighting and spent entire days learning different techniques of sewing, playing with dolls and learning how to be a proper lady. he had not ever seen any girl being interested in even watching people fight.
you nodded and seojoon threw his sparring sword which you failed to catch and it fell near your feet.
“tomorrow, you wiil catch it too,” hyungsik said.
you nodded and picked it up with both your hands, the hilt of the sword was unevenly balanced and it was heavier than you imagined.
“a proper knight holds his sword with one hand only,” hyungsik spoke up again.
you nodded again and held the sword with just one hand but it was heavy and you kept trying hard to balance it.
“now stand sideways.”
“why?” you looked at hyungsik, “i mean, why, my prince?”
“smaller target, harder to hit,” hyungsik said in a matter-of-fact manner.
that day he taught you how to hold and swing a sword, how to stand in a proper stance and how to balance yourself.
how love blossomed between you two was poetic if one must judge. through the years of sneaking out and practicing together, you guys conveyed love through your eyes when he taught you how to always focus on your opponent’s eyes to read and understand their next move. his sword would clash with yours, your bodies almost touching as your hands tried to push the sword forward to win the war of dominance. but your eyes, your eyes would always be trained on each other’s and a soft smile playing on both your lips.
though neither of you would ever say anything, all you guys talked about was the poverty of the common people and struggles faced by them while the high lords and ladies ate and drank in their palaces. he would listen intently, and judging from the expression he donned, you could understand that he hated it as much as you did. whether you guys would ever end up together was uncertain, but you were certain of one thing; that he at least would be a great king when the time comes and people would thrive during his reign.
it was his twentieth name day when you wanted to enter the red keep to watch the royal celebration. seojoon and jihan were also entering at the same time and on seeing you, they pulled you in a corner.
“look, my dumbass of a prince is in love with yo―” seojoon started when you interrupted him.
“i am afraid i do not know what you are talking about, m’lord.”
“oh don’t even try, we both know very well what i am talking about. apart from being my prince, he is also my cousin and i care deeply about him so i would really like it if you start maintaining some distance and stay away from him.”
you looked down, hurt and upset. they were saying the truth only.
“look, we do not want either of you to get hurt. and the road you two are walking on only ends in a bad way,” jihan said noticing your disappointment.
you nodded and looked in the way of hyungsik who was seated among his family. a huge smile spread on his face when he noticed you but you lowered your eyes and walked away immediately.
the same night, you received a note through the hand of a small stable boy. the note was signed by hyungsik and he had asked you to visit his chambers. he mentioned the location of the secret way and doors leading to his room.
you knew what it meant and yet later that night, you found yourself in the prince’s bed, naked and sweaty as he made love to you in the dim light of the candle burning out into the oblivion of air and smoke. his hands intertwining with yours as his lips always found their way to yours. his thrusts were slow and lazy, almost stopping when he reached inside of you at the peak of his thrusts. you realized how it had you at the edge when he stopped or slowed down, how your toes curled and your back arched. you wanted to ask him to go faster but you also wanted to savor this unbearable feeling at the pit of your stomach.
when both of you were spent, it felt like hours as you laid in each other’s arms. your back was facing him and you thought he had fallen asleep until you looked back to steal a glance of his beautiful face and saw his eyes trained at you like they have been for the last six years without a break.
“what is it?” you frowned on noticing his expression, he looked a bit upset.
“i am too afraid to ask if i hurt you,” hyungsik replied, his eyes faltering.
you raised his chin up, placing a soft kiss on his parted lips, “you did not. i loved it.”
hyungsik smiled into the kiss and deepened it. he pulled back with the same upset expression, “you have to go back, we cannot spend the night together. the castle is filled with spies and if my mother comes to know, she will have your head. well, i would not let her but she will insist on it.”
nodding, you stood up gathering your clothes. upon wearing them, you walked out through the back door as hyungsik showed you off. you left the main part of the castle quite stealthily and when out in the open court, you thought you were safe until you crashed into someone and the impact had you on the floor. hearing the clank of silver when you crashed against the person, you realized it was a knight, maybe a kingsguard. is this how you lose your head? so early in life?
looking up scared, you found a knight looking at you. he was not wearing a white cloak so that was not a kingsguard for sure. he was young, not younger than hyungsik but not old too. his helm was in his hand and his face shone in the moonlight, his handsome features highlighted. and he was staring right through you.
before you could plead mercy out of this situation, he spoke up.
“leave before one of the queen’s men see you.”
you left immediately without a word. and the next day came the news of king haejin’s death. it was no a shocker since he had been quite ill for a while but some people in the flea market did gossip about how he was murdered in his sleep.
back to present day:
hyungsik was brought out of his reverie when queen choi kept her hand on her son’s shoulder.
“smile my darling, people are talking to you.”
hyungsik turned to the crowd with the same expressionless look and felt you walking away from the corner of his eye.
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part one | part two (you’re here) | part three | part four
pairing: park hyungsik x female reader.
extra characters: choi minho, park seojoon, do jihan, kim taehyun. sir arthur dayne, oberyn martell,
genre: angst and fluff.
words: 2.402 words.
reading time: 8 minutes.
warnings for this chapter: mentions of minor character deaths, blood, death.
synopsis: the rebellion against the targaryens did put the parks on the throne but till how long will that last? you were the key but that they failed to assess and it was surely going to cost them the throne and far more other things which they hold dear because when you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. there is no middle ground.
it has been two years or more, hyungsik cannot recall, since you two lay together for the first time but he does recall that your behaviour changed drastically overnight. he really does not know what it was that he did wrong, well for starters you refused to talk to him and only said, “we will talk about it when the time comes.”
and even today when he felt you walk away from the red keep on his coronation day, he really could not make head or tails of it. he stood up suddenly while the prince of dorne, oberyn martell was still speaking and congratulating his grace.
“forgive me, my prince but i feel a bit tired,” hyungsik offered a quick-mouthed smile before walking away and the kingsguard followed.
prince oberyn bowed in the same chivalrous manner that he always carries around with him, his signature smile on his lips as he watched hyungsik walk away, “your grace, you are the king, we do everything as it pleases his grace.”
hyungsik stopped once they walked out of the great hall and looked back, “ser seojoon, ser jihan, and ser taehyung will stay by my side. ser minho and ser boros will accompany my mother and i will see you ser barristan in the small council meetings by my side.”
the moment he was done speaking, the knights dispersed accordingly and hyungsik started walking towards his chambers with ser seojoon, jihan and taehyung following at his heels. hyungsik and his knights noticed you in the corner at the end of the balcony.
ser taehyung brought out his sword but hyungsik raised his hand, “that will not be necessary ser taehyung. she means no harm.”
once hyungsik had you inside his chambers, his doors closed and bolted and his trusted knights keeping vigil outside, he looked at you, a helpless look on his face, “i do not understand this erratic behaviour, my lady. have i done something wrong? you always wanted me to be a king, you believed i would be a good king and today i became one but you do not seem that happy.”
you chuckled at him asking so many questions, he always was a curious bird. sporting a smile, you walked closer to him and pulled him in a kiss.
when you pulled back hyungsik sighed, his eyes still closed and his hands in the air at the same position where he held your face, “do i get another taste at least?”
“you are not safe here” you started.
hyungsik looked at you, “you sure? i have the kingsguard, the city watch and the park army all here to protect me.”
you shook your head sighing, “listen to me, i know something about your father.”
two years ago:
that night when you reached your home, you quietly opened the door to your hut and walked in stealthily but your father was waiting for you by the fire.
“where were you this late?” your father asked not even looking at you, his face to the fire.
“uh, i went to the royal place to watch the tourney held for the celebration for the prince’s twentieth nameday.”
“how many more times do i have to tell you that you should stop talking to the prince?”
“i understand, i am sorry.”
your father just chuckled, “if only you understood, tomorrow again i will find you going to him like his trained dog.”
“i am not his dog, father.”
“you are not? then what are you? his paramour? do you think he will ever marry you?”
you kept quiet.
“i raised you to be better than being a pompous prince’s whore,” he stood up and started walking away when you noticed a small flame at the end of his shawl. without thinking twice you pulled it off him but fire spreads faster through the fabric and by the time you had held on to it, a lot of it was already on fire. you threw it away and your father came to your side immediately and grabbed your palms in a panic to look for any burn marks, but there weren’t any. your palms were clear as the day. surprisingly enough, that did not startle your father cause he calmed down on seeing you safe but it certainly did not make any sense to you.
“i don-don’t understand, i touched that, i felt the fire on my skin but it did not hurt me, it went past me. i do not understand father, why did not i burn?”
“so what they say about your family is true after all,” your father said smiling.
“i don’t know what you are talking about.”
“dear, i guess it is time you know the truth. come with me,” your father stood up and took you to his room. he took out a long knight’s sword from a trunk under his bed and handed it you. curious you took it out of the sheath, it looked old yet so polished that you could clearly see your own reflection on it. staring at the hilt of the sword you remembered the dragon head from the targaryen sigil.
“no.” you stood up before your father even started speaking but he grabbed your wrist before you could walk away.
“yes. you are princess y/n targaryen, daughter of prince rhaegar targaryen, the last living targaryen and the rightful heir to the iron throne.”
you had tears in your eyes and shook your head closing them, “no, no, no, no. you are lying.”
grabbing your face, your caretaker made you look at him, “yes, my child. you are a targaryen, the blood of the dragon, fire cannot kill you, hell it cannot even touch you.”
you were crying by the time he finished, your eyes red and you remembered you were crying after fourteen years, last time you cried was when your mother died. wait, that was not your mother.
“who are you?” you opened your eyes and finally looked at him.
“a loyal bannerman of your father. your noble mother came to me when park haejin crushed prince rhaegar on the trident. she handed me a one month old baby girl, a bag and a blood laced sword. her last words to me were ‘run. keep her safe.’ i immediately got on my horse and rode away, looking back i saw your mother getting dragged away by ser gregor clegane.”
you sensed the uncomfortable tone in his voice, “what did he do to her?”
you caretaker shook your head looking down.
“tell me. what did he do to her?”
he looked up at you, “i was not there to witness but from what i have heard he raped her and split her into two with his sword.”
you stared at him as a single drop of tear made its way from your eye down to your cheek, “and who are you?”
“i already told you, my dear. a loyal bannerma-”
“i am not a fool. you raised me better than that,” you cut him with a bitter chuckle, “so i am going to ask you again. who are you?”
your caretaker stood up and sat on his knee, his head bowed down, “i am ser arthur dayne, kingsguard to your grandfather and your father.”
you stood up and stepped back, “i do not believe that. ser arthur died in the battle of the trident, park haejin killed him. i have heard that story a thousand times.”
ser arthur shook his head, “he thought it was me who he killed but before the siege started, ser gerold and i were stationed to take care of you. ser gerold died trying and i succeeded. while-”
“then what you said to me about my mother giving me to you was a lie?” you cut him off again.
ser arthur nodded, “sometimes you are too clever for your own good. yes, that was a lie. i knew i was outnumbered when the park army was outside the tower of the hand. i wanted to die fighting for my prince but he had given me a far greater task to accomplish. to keep you safe. a month old baby girl in my arm, and a sword in my other hand, i chose your life before my ego and escaped through the secret doors. secured myself a horse and kept you in a sack with enough holes around my back. i passed by the trident and i saw my prince lying there in a pool of his own blood, the prince i was supposed to protect. i picked up his sword and left the capital as soon as i could. came back here when i realized that the prince would have liked to see you on the iron throne someday and not as some farmer’s daughter.”
“and what about my mother? i mean your wife?” you corrected yourself.
“she was not my wife, darling. i am a kingsguard, i took a sacred oath. she was just someone i hired to help me with raising you, you were an infant. you needed a mother’s love.”
you nodded, “and exactly how later were you going to tell me all this?”
“i wanted you to find it out by yourself but you started paying the park prince more attention than you did to yourself. you would have found out sooner, believe me.”
“wow such a wild night,” you sat down feeling lightheaded, “i lost my virginity and my father in the same night.”
“what did you just say?” ser arthur looked at you wide-eyed.
“good night, ser arthur,” you said in a hurry and rushed to your room locking the gate.
“we will talk about it tomorrow princess, you are not escaping from this that easily.”
you chuckled unsure if you wanted him to stay as your father or now as your protector. lying down on your bed, you replayed all the memories from your childhood and remembered how ser arthur would never call you by your name but address you as ‘my princess’ which at the time you thought was just affection of a father for his daughter but now it changed the meaning altogether.
the next morning when you woke up, you were greeted by ser arthur. his legendary sword in one hand your father’s sword in the other hand.
“it is time i teach you,” he said.
“that is real steel, how do you know that i would not end up cutting you?”
“oh princess, don’t think i do not know what you are up to all day and night. i know you have been training with the park kid. let us see how good he taught you.”
“you are telling me that i will be learning how to fight from the greatest swordsman that ever lived in the history of westeros?”
“don’t flatter yourself. freshen up, we start at once.” he threw the sword at you and started walking away. you caught the sword and he smiled to himself, ‘impressive.’
ser arthur trained you like a soldier since that day and you realized how gentle the prince was with you. you never returned with bruises when you practiced with him but practice with ser arthur was different. he did not just teach you how to fight but he also taught you how to live the fight, how to embody the enemy’s moves, how to become the enemy to counter him and win every time without a shadow of doubt. within a night, your diet, sleeping schedule, everything changed and you started focusing more on your practice than meeting the prince and with time, the instances you saw the prince became rare.
until one day when you missed him dearly and left to meet him when ser arthur was gone to sell his crops. you walked in the shadows of the trees in the royal garden when you heard two people whispering.
‘i killed the king for you.’
‘yes because that was needed to be done. he was weak and leading us to destruction. with my son on the throne, i can handle the matters better.’
the queen, you presumed but could not put a face on the male voice.
‘do you really think he will never find out?’
‘i don’t care even if he does. he will know i did it all to protect him.’
‘well, you are the queen.’
you stopped and knew who pronounced ‘queen’ in a similar tone, the knight that day against whom you crashed while escaping from hyungsik’s chambers and he told you to escape.
watching choi minho today swearing in as the kingsguard you immediately recognized him and finally you had a name to the face.
hyungsik was staring at you for an answer, “what do you mean about my father?”
“ser choi minho killed him,” you said grabbing his hand.
he retracted his hand at once, “i don’t believe that. he is my uncle, he is a bastard i know but he is still my father’s brother by law.”
“my king, i swear,” you grabbed his hand again and told him everything that you heard that day in the garden.
“why are you telling me all this now?”
“because now you are the king, you can do something about it.”
hyungsik kept quiet, his lips set in a thin line as he just stared at you, “i will talk to my mother about this, my lady.”
you nodded heading for the door and opened it.
“it is surprising, this is the first time that you did not correct me when i called you ‘my lady’”
you looked back, “maybe i am a highborn lady, who knows” you shrugged before bowing and left.
hyungsik followed you but you were quick and had already left. he did not see you anywhere on either of the balconies and walked back to his room sighing, replaying what you said in his mind.
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