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ATEEZ as Disney Princes

Pairing(s): disney prince!ateez x disney princess!reader

Word Count: 14.4k

A/N: The title says it all. I thought it'd be fun to do something like this for the first time, deviating from my usual one member per story format teehee. Special thanks to my one and only, my pookie, @itstheghostofmypast, for helping me decide which Disney princes San, Mingi, and Wooyoung should be💘

ATEEZ MASTERLIST

Hongjoong ↠ Li Shang (Mulan)

• Leadership • Discipline • Protector •

"The Huns have struck here, here, and here," the senior General Kim pointed to the map, his voice steady and commanding. "I will lead the main troops to the Tung Shao Pass and stop Shan-Yu before he destroys this village. You will stay behind and train the new recruits. When Chi Fu believes you're ready, you will join us, Captain."

"Captain?" Hongjoong repeated, his voice filled with disbelief. This was the moment he had been dreaming of for as long as he could remember. He had trained the hardest and longest among his batch, fighting tirelessly to prove his worth to his commanding officer. It was finally his time to shine and demonstrate his capabilities.

"I believe you will do an excellent job," General Kim affirmed.

"Oh, I will. I won't let you down, sir," the younger man replied with determination.

It was during the Imperial dynasty in China that, as the Huns attempted to invade, the nation plunged into war. Yet, not all hope was lost. The young and fiery Captain Hongjoong was assigned to take charge of the new recruits. He would motivate them and push them to reach their full potential. His ability to inspire and lead by example would soon become evident as he transformed a group of untrained soldiers into a disciplined unit.

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Throughout the training, Hongjoong enforces strict discipline among his soldiers. He sets high standards and expectations, ensuring that the recruits develop the necessary skills and physical conditioning through rigorous exercises. His disciplined approach is crucial in preparing them for the challenges ahead.

You would know this firsthand. Despite your best efforts, you had lost hope, feeling out of place because, at the end of the day, you were not a man. But Hongjoong didn't know that. No one in the camp knew.

"You're unsuited for the rage of war. So pack up and go home," he had said, shaking his head in disappointment as he stalked off.

There was something about him that made you want to fight harder, to prove that you could do what the other soldiers could. To his pleasant surprise, he emerged from his tent the following morning to see your fellow soldiers applauding you for successfully completing the toughest task in the camp.

This was exactly what he wanted to see.

You used to fear him for his harsh and uncompromising behaviour, but now you understand. In the face of war, no one would show you kindness or consideration. Captain Hongjoong was doing exactly what he needed to prepare everyone for that reality.

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"You think your troops are ready to fight?" Chi Fu scoffed. "They wouldn't last a minute against the Huns!"

Hongjoong scowled, clenching his fists. "They completed their training."

"Those boys are no more fit to be soldiers than you are to be a captain. Once the general reads my report, your troops will never see battle," Chi Fu sneered, gesturing for the younger man to leave.

"We're not finished!" Hongjoong called out, grabbing the man's arm.

"Be careful, Captain. The general may be your father, but I am the Emperor's counsel. And I got that job on my own. You're dismissed," Chi Fu said snarkily, pulling open the flap of his tent.

There it was—the comment Hongjoong hated most. Being called the son of General Kim. He had heard enough whispers of nepotism, undermining his hard-earned success. He didn't want to be seen as just the general's son; he had worked tirelessly to earn his position.

He stormed out of the tent, surprised to see you standing there. "Hey, I'll hold him, and you punch," you joked nervously, but he frowned and continued walking. "Or not." You bit your lip as he walked away. "For what it's worth, I think you're a great captain."

His steps faltered for a moment, and he turned to meet your eyes briefly. In that fleeting glance, his eyes seemed to show what looked like a hint of appreciation before he continued on his way.

At least someone still believed in him.

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And that someone was… a girl.

Hongjoong discovered this during the mountain battle when the Huns ambushed and you saved him. You had lied, fooling everyone, even him. How dare you? How dare you… try to save your father's life by volunteering to fight in the war? After the initial feelings of disappointment and betrayal, he realised just how brave you were—a quality that put cowardly men to shame.

Not only that, your perseverance had ended up saving China, something he couldn't have done without you.

Guilt overwhelmed him after leaving you behind, injured and alone on the snowy mountain, after you had risked your life to save his. The image of you lying vulnerable and exposed in the small tent haunted him—your hair finally let down, revealing your true identity; your petite frame contrasting with the fabric tightly wrapped around your chest to hide your gender. In his emotional turmoil at the time, he had abandoned you. But if he could do it over, he knew he would have done everything differently to protect you.

That's why he was determined to make up for his mistake by protecting you now, even though he knew deep down that he would have protected you regardless.

"Where is she?! Now she's done it! What a mess! Stand aside! That creature's not worth protecting," the Emperor's counsel screeched, trying to push past Hongjoong, who was shielding you. He gestured toward the destroyed portion of the palace from your earlier battle with Shan-Yu and his men.

The captain stood his ground. "She's a hero."

"She's a woman. She'll never be worth anything."

"Listen, you pompous..." Hongjoong growled, grabbing Chi Fu by the collar.

"That's enough!" the Emperor roared, breaking the two apart. The focus shifted to what was truly important: the fact that the war was finally over, thanks to a certain female warrior.

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While Hongjoong possessed exceptional leadership skills, discipline, and a protective nature, he still had moments of foolishness.

"You, uhh... you fight good."

Was that all he could muster? After everything you had been through together, perhaps you were overthinking it. Maybe he didn't see you in that way at all. Maybe you were just another good soldier to him.

"Oh. Thank you."

Like an idiot, he watched you depart, a sense of longing tugging at his heart. Unbeknownst to him, the Emperor appeared beside him, clearing his throat before speaking, "The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all."

"Sir?" Hongjoong blinked in confusion.

"You don't meet a girl like that in every dynasty," the Emperor remarked, indirectly calling the captain a fool, shaking his head in disbelief before returning to the palace.

Finally grasping the meaning behind His Excellency's words, Captain Hongjoong hastily mounted the nearest horse and rode swiftly to your family estate. He should have recognised the affection he felt for you sooner. Gosh, he truly had been clueless.

He arrived just in time to interrupt your tearful reunion with your father. "Uhh… you forgot your helmet!" he stuttered, turning awkwardly to the elderly man beside you, the one you had gone to war for. "W-well, actually, it's your helmet, isn't it? I mean…"

You suppressed a smile, feeling your heart flutter as you understood his obvious reason for visiting. Stepping closer to him, you reached out to accept the helmet. "Would you like to stay for dinner?"

He blushed. "Dinner would be great."

Seonghwa ↠ Prince Charming (Cinderella)

• Gentlemanly • Graceful • Loyal •

"Miss! Are you alright?" the prince called out after helping you rein in your horse, which had been racing out of control. You huffed in frustration. "I'm fine, but you nearly scared the life out of him."

He frowned, confused. "Who?"

"The stag," you replied incredulously. How could he act so innocent when he and his group had been hunting down a poor creature? "What did he ever do to you to deserve being chased like that?"

His Highness struggled to suppress the smile tugging at his lips. The way you spoke of the animal as if it were a dear friend was endearing, and he could see that you genuinely cared for the animal. Not many girls your age, at least those he had met, would show such compassion. "Miss, what do they call you?"

Your smile faltered, memories of the cruel names your stepmother and stepsisters used flashing in your mind. "It doesn't matter what they call me."

"You shouldn't be this deep in the forest alone," he pointed out.

"I'm not alone. I'm with you, Mister...?" you said lightly, before pausing and glancing at him curiously. "What do they call you?"

Realising you had no clue who he was, he chuckled. "You don't know who I am?" His expression softened when he saw that you truly didn't recognise him. "Well... they call me Seonghwa. At least, my father does when he's in a good mood."

There was something refreshing about meeting someone who didn’t know his royal identity, and he felt strangely free at this moment. Determined to keep it that way, he quickly came up with white lies to conceal the truth. Just then, you noticed the group of men who had been hunting with him gallop by, and you swallowed nervously. "You'll leave the stag alone, won't you?"

He paused, captivated by your sincerity and beauty—both inside and out—before nodding slowly. "I will."

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"If I must marry, why not a good, honest country girl?" Seonghwa slyly suggested, posing for his portrait as part of the preparations for the royal ball, where he was expected to find a bride. Ever since meeting you that day in the woods, you hadn't left his thoughts.

The Grand Duke barely held back a chuckle. "And how many strong alliances will this 'good, honest country girl' provide us? How will she strengthen the kingdom? We are a small nation surrounded by powerful states, Your Royal Highness, and it's a dangerous world."

His Majesty sighed at the man's sarcastic tone and approached his son. "Listen, boy. I want to see you safe—and the kingdom secure."

Seonghwa's expression darkened at the gentle rejection. "Alright, Father, but on one condition. Let the invitations go to everyone, not just the nobility. The wars have brought grief to all of us."

That was all it took to set things in motion. "A ball for the people, a princess for the prince," the advisor muttered, unaware of how determined His Highness truly was. His plan to see you again was falling into place.

Days later, as you wandered through the town market, you heard the town crier make the announcement. "Know that in two weeks, a Royal Ball will be held at the palace. At said ball, in accordance with ancient custom, the prince shall choose a bride. Furthermore, by the prince's request, it is hereby declared that every maiden in the kingdom, be she noble or commoner, is invited to attend. Such is the command of our most noble king."

Eager to see the apprentice—at least, that's what he claimed to be—whom you'd met in the forest just the other day, you rushed home to share the news with your stepmother and stepsisters, brimming with excitement. But, of course, things were not going to unfold the way you had hoped.

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"You shall not go to the ball!" were your stepmother's cruel words after she ripped apart your mother's old gown.

Yet here you stood, in front of everyone in the grand hall, now adorned in a magical gown and sparkling glass slippers, thanks to your fairy godmother. The prince's face lit up the moment he saw you, gazing at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the world—and to him, you were. No one could ever compare.

"Mr. Seonghwa," you called softly as the crowd parted, allowing you to approach him. His heart melted at the sound of his name on your lips. "It's you, isn't it?" he asked, smiling. "It is," you replied with a smile of your own.

Gathering his courage, he swallowed nervously. "If I may—it would be the greatest honour if you'd allow me to lead you in this first dance."

Your heart fluttered, and you nodded. With your permission, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. The proximity made your breath hitch as your hand rested on his shoulder. He spun you around, and for a moment, you caught the eyes of the crowd. "They're all looking at you," you whispered, turning to face him again.

He smiled softly, shaking his head. "Trust me, they're all looking at you." In that moment, nothing else mattered to him but you. Holding you close, he couldn't tear his eyes away, not even for a second. He could stay like this forever.

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"So, you're the prince!" you exclaimed as he led you away from the crowd into a secluded room, offering you both a moment of peace and quiet.

"Not the prince, exactly," he replied with a playful grin. "There are plenty of princes in the world. I'm just a prince."

You chuckled softly. "But your name's not really Seonghwa, is it?"

He laughed. "Oh, it is. My father still calls me that—especially when he's not too irritated with me."

As you both shared a laugh, your eyes landed on a portrait hanging on the wall. "Is that you?" you asked curiously, moving toward it.

He sighed. "Ugh, I hate how I look in paintings. Don't you?"

You shrugged. "No one's ever painted my portrait."

He paused, his gaze softening as he looked at you. "No? Well, they should."

For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still as you stared at one another, neither wanting the moment to end. Reluctant to part from you, Seonghwa led you out into the palace garden.

"What's bothering you?" you asked, noticing the flicker of concern in his eyes as you strolled down the grassy paths.

He forced a smile. "When I go back, they'll try to marry me off to a lady of their choosing. I'm expected to marry for political advantage."

You gave him a gentle smile. "But surely you have a right to follow your own heart."

He sighed, wishing that were true. Not wanting the evening to end just yet, he guided you to a hidden spot. "A secret garden," you murmured in awe, stepping into the beautiful, secluded space. In the centre stood a swing, and at his insistence, he pushed you gently, laughing together until one of your glass slippers slipped off.

Like the gentleman he was, Seonghwa immediately knelt down to help you put it back on. Once it was secure, you found yourself sitting close to him, your breaths catching as he remained on his knees, gazing up at you.

"Won't you tell me who you really are?" he asked softly, a hint of desperation in his voice.

You swallowed nervously. "If I do, everything might change."

His expression tugged at your heart. "I don't understand... Can you at least tell me your name?"

You hesitated, then whispered, "My name is—"

The loud chime of the clock rang out, striking midnight. Panic surged through you. "I have to go! It's... hard to explain. Thank you for a wonderful evening. I've loved every moment!" were your final words as you hurried away.

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"Miss, you are requested and required to present yourself before your king," said the captain of the royal guard, as your cruel stepmother finally unlocked the door to your attic room.

The king...?

That could only mean Seonghwa, with his father having recently passed. Despite your stepmother's desperate attempts to stop you, she could no longer keep you from meeting him. With nervous breaths, you made your way down to the living hall where he waited. Would you be enough? There was no magic to help you now.

"Who are you?" he asked, holding the single glass slipper in his hand.

With a deep breath, you finally spoke your truth. "Your Majesty, I'm no princess. I have no carriage, no parents, and no dowry. I don't even know if that beautiful slipper will fit. But if it does, will you take me as I am? An honest country girl who loves you."

A soft smile spread across his face. His loyalty has only ever been to you and only you from the very beginning. "Of course I will. But only if you will take me as I am."

In that final moment of truth, you sat before him just like that night, and without hesitation, Seonghwa gently slipped the shoe onto your foot. It fit perfectly. After searching the entire kingdom to find you, you were finally here, his at last.

A few days later, you stood beside him in a wedding gown, facing the people as their queen. "My Queen," he whispered, cupping your face amidst the cheers of the crowd.

"My Hwa," you murmured, just before he pressed his lips firmly against yours.

Yunho ↠ Prince Phillip (Sleeping Beauty)

• Brave • Romantic • Strong-willed •

"We want you to go pick some berries! Lots of berries! But take your time, dear. Don't wander too far, and remember—no talking to strangers! Goodbye, dear," your three godmothers chimed in unison as you waved them off. They were so charmingly silly, and though you knew they were up to something for your 16th birthday, you played along and agreed to leave the cosy little cottage you'd grown up in.

What you didn't know was that your godmothers were feeling bittersweet. After the celebration, they would be returning you to your true parents—the king and queen. They had kept you hidden all these years from Maleficent's curse, and now, believing it was finally safe, they prepared to send you home. Or so they thought.

Completely unaware of this, you happily made your way to the forest where you often spent your days, swinging the empty basket in your hand and singing a familiar tune.

Not far off, Yunho caught the sound of your voice—the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He pulled his horse to a stop, biting his lip in wonder. "What is that? It's... beautiful." Turning toward the source of the melody, he couldn't resist. "Come on, let's go find out."

In his haste to reach you, his horse galloped ahead, easily leaping over a low log—unfortunately, not quite low enough for the prince. Yunho yelped as he was thrown into a shallow pond, landing with a splash. He groaned, unamused, as his horse sheepishly returned, having noticed his rider was no longer on board.

So much for chasing the magical voice. Now he was stuck with wet clothes, needing to dry off before he could continue his search.

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"Why do they still treat me like a child? They never let me meet anyone..." you sighed, speaking to the animals gathered around you. "But guess what? I tricked them. I have met someone—a prince. He's tall, handsome, and... so romantic. We walk together, talk together, and just before we say goodbye, he takes me in his arms, and then..." you teased with a playful smile. "I wake up."

"Yes, it's only in my dreams."

Pushing aside your wistful thoughts, you continued to sing softly while gathering berries. But to your surprise, another voice joined in—a deep, masculine voice. Before you knew it, a pair of arms gently mirrored the way yours had been swaying in your daydream.

"Oh. Oh!" you gasped, pulling away as you realised this wasn't a dream. A man was standing before you, real and not imagined. Not wanting to frighten you, he kept his distance and bowed politely. "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."

You blinked, trying to calm your racing heart as you took in his features—he looked exactly like the man you had seen in your dreams. "Oh, it's not that... it's just that you're a..."

As you instinctively stepped back, he gently reached for your hand. "A stranger?" he finished for you, and you nodded. Before you could pull away, he smiled and held on softly. "But don't you remember? We've met before."

"We... have?" you whispered, your voice faltering.

He nodded, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. "Of course. You said so yourself. Once upon a dream."

You couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips as you turned away, amused by how he cleverly quoted your song. At first, you resisted, but soon you found yourself in his arms, dancing to the tune you had been singing. Except this time, you were no longer alone—you were dancing with him.

As if caught in a dream, you eventually leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder as the two of you stood beneath a tree, gazing out at the beautiful view. His voice was soft when he asked, "Who are you? What's your name?"

"My name..." you started, staring up into his eyes, momentarily mesmerised by them. You almost gave him your name, but then reality hit you—you didn't even know him. With a gasp, you pulled away from his hold. "No, no, I can't. I—I have to go! Goodbye!"

Yunho panicked, not ready to let you slip away. Call it love at first sight, but he knew, deep down, you were the one. "But when will I see you again?" he called out, his eyes filled with longing as he watched you retreat into the forest.

"Tonight! At the cottage in the glen!" you blurted out, against your better judgement. Deep down, you couldn't bear the thought of leaving and never seeing him again either.

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"This is the happiest day of my life!" you exclaimed, admiring the beautiful dress and the delicious cake your godmothers had made for you. "Everything is so perfect. Just wait until you meet him!"

"Him? Y-you've met a stranger?" one of the fairies asked, concerned.

You smiled dreamily. "Oh, he's not a stranger. We've met before—once upon a dream."

The fairies exchanged worried glances, their hearts breaking as they realised... you were in love. "Oh no, this is terrible. You're already betrothed."

"Betrothed?" Your heart sank.

"Since the day you were born, dear. To Prince Yunho."

You frowned in disbelief. "But that's impossible! How could I marry a prince? I'd have to be..."

"A princess," they finished for you. "And you are, dear. Tonight, we're taking you back to your father, King Stefan."

Shaking your head, you struggled to process the sudden revelation. "But... I can't! He's coming here tonight. I promised to meet him."

"We're sorry, child, but you must never see that young man again," one of them said softly.

It felt like a cruel joke. Just when you had finally met the man of your dreams, it all crumbled. That night, you cried yourself to sleep, your 16th birthday turning into something far from the magical day you had hoped for. And it was only going to get worse.

With a curse of eternal sleep.

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"Oh, come now, Prince Yunho. Why so melancholy?" Maleficent's sinister voice echoed through the dungeon as he lifted his head, his hands shackled in heavy chains. She had trapped him during his visit to your vacant cottage and now kept him imprisoned on her Forbidden Mountain. "A wondrous future lies before you," she mocked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You, the destined hero of a charming fairy tale come true."

With a wave of her hand over the glowing crystal ball atop her staff, she smirked. "Behold, King Stefan's castle." A vision slowly materialised in the crystal, and his heart sank.

"In the highest tower, dreaming of her true love, lies the princess," Maleficent sneered. "But in a cruel twist of fate, this sleeping beauty is none other than the peasant girl who won your heart just yesterday." Her grin widened as the image shifted. "In an ageless sleep, she rests, untouched by time. A hundred years will pass in the blink of an eye for a steadfast heart."

The crystal revealed an older, wearier version of His Highness. "And now, the gates of the dungeon open, and our valiant prince rides forth, tall and noble, to wake his love with a kiss—proving that true love conquers all!"

Her wicked laughter filled the air as the prince surged to his feet, straining against the chains. The revelation hit him hard—you were his betrothed all along. His heart shattered at the sight of you, cursed to an endless sleep. But he refused to wait idly for a century. No matter the cost, even if it took his life, nothing would stop him from reaching you and breaking the spell.

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Through trials that nearly cost him his life more than once, Yunho pressed on, driven by a love that burned stronger than fear. Every step, every swing of his sword, had been for you. Now, as he climbed the winding staircase of the tower where you lay, his heart pounded louder than it ever had. Strangely, facing you was far more terrifying than battling a dragon or plummeting from a cliff.

What if his kiss didn't wake you? What if he wasn't the one you dreamed of all this time? His mind raced with doubts, but all of them vanished the moment he laid eyes on you.

There you were, peacefully resting, untouched by the passage of time. His breath caught in his throat as he knelt beside you, his hands trembling slightly, almost afraid that if he reached out, you might disappear like a fading dream. Gently, he lifted a hand to brush your hair away from your face, his fingers lingering as they drifted down to caress your cheek. The softness of your skin beneath his touch made his heart clench. God, you were beautiful. Even in this endless sleep, you were breathtaking, and the thought that you were his—the one his heart had longed for—was almost too much to believe.

Ignoring the wild rhythm of his heartbeat, he leaned in closer. He hesitated, his lips hovering above yours, terrified and hopeful. Slowly, he closed the distance, pressing his lips tenderly against yours, his touch as gentle as a whisper. Time seemed to stand still. His entire world narrowed down to that single, precious moment.

Then, something incredible happened. He felt you stir, your lips moving ever so softly in response to his. Tears welled up in his eyes as he pulled back slightly, his gaze searching your face, desperate to see the miracle of your awakening. "Please," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "come back to me."

A soft smile played on your lips as your eyes fluttered open. "I'm here, stranger," you murmured. Yunho let out a tearful laugh, pure joy flooding his heart as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. Nothing had ever felt so perfect.

Yeosang ↠ Hercules (Hercules)

• Strength • Determination • Humility •

A scream pierced the air, and without a second thought, Yeosang urged Pegasus to dive down past the clouds toward the waterfall, where a damsel was clearly in distress. This was it—his first real chance to prove himself as a true hero. Soon enough, he'd restore his godhood and join his parents back in Olympus.

"I swear, Nessus, put me down or I'll—" you growled, struggling in the grasp of the River Guardian, a centaur who was supposed to be an ally on your mission for Hades, but he was proving to be more trouble than he was worth.

"Ooh, I like 'em fiery," the creature sneered, pulling you closer as you tried in vain to wriggle free.

The hero-in-training gasped, his blood boiling at the sight of you being manhandled. Not on his watch. Ignoring his trainer's advice to assess the situation, he charged forward recklessly. Phil groaned. "This kid is losing hero points fast!"

"Halt!" Yeosang called out, though his voice wavered when Nessus towered over him. "Excuse me, sir," he continued, much to the centaur's surprise. Who was this polite little pest? "I'll have to ask you to release that young la—"

You shot him a frustrated look. "Keep walking, junior."

He blinked, confused. "But... aren't you a damsel in distress?"

"I'm a damsel, I'm in distress," you snapped. "I can handle it. Have a nice day." Despite your sarcastic smile, you were still stuck in the centaur's grip, struggling to break free.

Yeosang, however, wasn't one to give up so easily. A bit flustered by your brush-off, he unsheathed his sword. "Ma'am, I think you might be too close to the situation to—" Before he could finish, Nessus sent him flying across the field.

After several clumsy attempts and a lot of trial and error, he finally managed to free you from the River Guardian's hold, though you both ended up soaked in the river. Quickly, he lifted you out of the water as if you weighed nothing and set you gently on a nearby log. "Oh, gosh, miss, I'm really sorry. That was... kind of dumb."

"Yeah," you replied with a crooked smile, wringing out your hair. Before you could say anything more, he dashed back into the fray. You smirked, amused by his naive determination and innocent sense of righteousness. It had been a while since you'd seen such a genuine do-gooder. "Is Wonderboy here for real?"

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"So, did they give you a name to go with all those rippling pectorals?" you teased, bending over to adjust the skirt of your dress.

The hero's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as he stared at you, now bathed in the golden light of the sunset. You were a sight for sore eyes—more beautiful than Aphrodite herself, he dared to think.

He chuckled nervously, stammering like a shy schoolboy. "Uh, I'm—I… uh…"

You smirked, standing back up and retrieving the shoes he had been awkwardly holding for you. "Are you always this articulate?"

"Yeosang!" he blurted out, watching you walk away. "My... my name's Yeosang!"

Making your way to a nearby log to sit down, you glanced up at him with a playful grin. "Yeosang, huh? I think I prefer Wonderboy."

He bit his lip, completely unaware of how poorly he was hiding his emotions. It was obvious to anyone that he was completely mesmerised by you. "So, how'd you get tangled up with that..."

"Pinhead with hooves? Oh, you know how men are. They think 'no' means 'yes' and 'get lost' means 'take me, I'm yours,'" you quipped, your voice dripping with sarcasm. He blinked, clearly confused by your response. You rolled your eyes and gestured toward his trainer. "Don't worry, shorty here will explain it to you later."

Phil shot you an irritated glare, but you just waved him off. "Well, thanks for everything, Yeo. It's been a real slice."

You had barely taken a few steps when the hero called after you again, his voice full of determination. "Wait! Can we give you a ride?"

You glanced at Pegasus and Phil, both clearly unimpressed with you, and smirked. "Nah, I'll be fine. I'm a big, tough girl. I tie my own sandals and everything."

Leaning in, you gave him a quick boop on the nose, chuckling as he stood there with that dreamy smile still plastered on his face. "Bye-bye, Wonderboy."

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You hadn't expected to see him again so soon, but there he was, and you had to act fast. Running up to him, you let out a false cry. "Please! Help! There's been a terrible accident!" You hated dragging him into this, but with Hades holding your freedom hostage, you had no choice. You had to lure him into the trap.

The hero's face brightened the moment he saw you, your name escaping his lips with excitement. After his earlier failure in Thebes, seeing you lifted his spirits. He needed this—he needed you.

"Wonderboy! Yeosang! Thank goodness!" you exclaimed, stumbling into his arms with an air of desperation. His grip on you tightened protectively, his eyes wide with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice full of worry.

Sniffling, you wiped your fake tears away. "Outside of town... two little boys. They were playing in the gorge. There was a terrible rockslide. They're trapped!"

"Kids? Trapped? This is my chance! Come on!" Before you could object, he had already hoisted you onto Pegasus despite your protests. "No, wait! I... I have a terrible fear of heights!" But it was too late—you were already in the sky, holding on tightly as the wind whipped past.

When you finally arrived, he noticed how shaken you seemed. His brow furrowed in concern. "Are you okay?"

You nodded weakly. "I'll be fine." But even then, he gently pulled you close, helping you down. The flutter in your chest was unwelcome—you shouldn't feel this way. You stayed back, watching as he rushed forward, unaware of the Hydra waiting to destroy him. Hades had set it up perfectly, and this was Yeosang's end. You should have focused on your own survival, but you couldn't help whispering under your breath, "Get out of here while you still can..."

Despite everything, he wasn't deterred. Time and again, he fought against what seemed like a certain defeat, his determination unshakable. Even after facing near death, he refused to give up, ultimately defeating the monster.

As much as you hated to admit it, seeing him fight with such bravery and resolve stirred something inside you. His courage, his power—it only deepened your admiration for him.

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"Wow, what a day," Yeosang said with a wide grin, descending the stairs into the picturesque garden. "First, that restaurant by the bay, and then the play!" His voice was animated, clearly still buzzing from the events of your date. Meanwhile, you struggled to maintain your smile, Hades' voice echoing in your mind with his latest demand. His patience was thinning after so many failed attempts. Now, he wanted you to find the hero's weakness.

When he turned to you, thanking you for such a wonderful time, you winced inwardly. "Don't thank me just yet," you muttered, setting your plan into motion. You deliberately tripped on the stairs, conveniently falling into his strong arms.

"Oops! Weak ankles," you murmured, biting your lip as you savoured the feeling of being so close to him. His grip was firm yet gentle.

"Yeah? Maybe you should sit down for a bit," he suggested like the gentleman he always was, carrying you over to a bench and setting you down with care. But how long would he stay a gentleman?

You shrugged, letting one of your dress straps slide down your shoulder, flashing him a seductive smile. "So, do you have any problems like this?" you asked, testing the waters as you slowly lifted one leg onto his lap. "Weak ankles, I mean."

His eyes widened, and he cleared his throat, gently but firmly pushing your leg back down. "Oh, no. Not really..." he stammered, inching away while you leaned in closer.

"No weaknesses at all?" you teased, pressing against his chest. "No trick knee? Ruptured discs?"

Yeosang just chuckled nervously, his face reddening. Instead of falling for your flirtation, he reached over and pulled your strap back over your shoulder. "Nope. I'm... fit as a fiddle," he said, quickly moving away toward the fountain, where he clumsily tossed a coin and knocked over a statue.

You sighed, walking over to him. "Wonderboy, you're perfect," you muttered with a teasing laugh. Time seemed to freeze as your eyes met his, a flicker of something different passing between you. Biting your lip, you quickly looked away. Maybe, just maybe, he really was different from the men who had hurt you before.

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"You know, when I was a kid, I would've given anything to be just like everyone else," Yeosang said softly, his eyes tracing the path of a shooting star across the night sky.

You scoffed, crossing your arms as you moved away to sit by the water, staring at your reflection with a bitter frown. "You wanted to be petty and dishonest?" You knew what people were like—you were one of them.

His smile faltered. "Not everyone's like that."

"Yes, they are," you whispered, more to yourself than to him.

"You're not like that," he said gently, appearing behind you. You smirked, feeling a tightness in your throat as you tried to keep your emotions in check. "How do you know what I'm like?" you croaked, wishing he'd stop making it so hard for you.

"All I know is you're the most amazing person with weak ankles I've ever met," he teased, his voice full of warmth. You chuckled until he continued, "When I'm with you, I don't feel so alone."

You avoided his gaze, your heart aching. "Sometimes it's better to be alone."

His smile faltered again. "What do you mean?"

You swallowed hard, your voice barely a whisper. "Nobody can hurt you."

He sat down beside you, reaching out to take your hands in his. "I would never, ever hurt you."

If only he knew...

Before you could say anything, he was already leaning in. Against your better judgement, your eyes fluttered closed, anticipation hanging between you. But just as your lips were about to meet, Pegasus and Phil appeared, breaking the moment and pulling Yeosang back to his training.

"I'm sorry for getting you in trouble," you murmured, feeling conflicted.

He just smiled, shaking his head, and handed you a small flower, gently pressing a kiss to your cheek. As he walked away, you were left behind—completely a mess.

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"Wonderboy, why did you…?" you croaked, your voice weak after returning from death—literally. Yeosang had been crushed when he learned of your betrayal, discovering you had been working for Hades all along. But as you sacrificed yourself to save him, he realised none of that mattered anymore. Why hadn't he thought deeper about your reasons? If only he had understood that maybe you didn't have a choice.

In his selfless determination to exchange his life for yours, he had finally become a true hero. Tears welled up in his eyes as he helped you to your feet, pulling you gently back into his loving arms. "People always do crazy things when they're in love," he whispered—the same words you had said to him before your death.

So, he had felt the same all along.

"Now, at last, my son, you can come home," Zeus said, resting a proud hand on Yeosang's shoulder as he gestured to the now-open gates of Mount Olympus. The hero, now a god, beamed as the other gods swarmed him, celebrating his return.

From afar, you watched with a fading smile. Of course, he belonged to a different world. You were foolish to think you could ever truly be with him. "Congratulations, Wonderboy. You'll make one heck of a god," you whispered to yourself, turning to walk away.

But while the heavens rejoiced, Yeosang only had eyes for one person. His heart sank when he saw you leaving. "Father, this is the moment I've dreamed of my whole life, but…" He trailed off, racing after you and catching your hand. "A life without her, even an immortal life, would be empty. I… I wish to stay on Earth with her. I finally know where I belong."

And with that, he pulled you into his arms, the divine glow fading as he leaned in, his lips meeting yours at last.

San ↠ Kristoff (Frozen)

• Down-to-earth • Hardworking • Quirky •

"I was just wondering... has another young woman, maybe the queen, passed through here?" you asked, trying to sound casual, even though the bitter cold from Elsa's winter had you shivering uncontrollably. You were gathering what supplies you could from Wandering Oaken's Trading Post on your journey to find your sister. You needed to fix this, and to do that, she had to return to Arendelle.

"The only one crazy enough to be out in this storm is you, dear," the store owner chuckled, and you offered him an awkward smile. Before you could respond, the door suddenly swung open and slammed shut just as quickly. A man, completely covered in snow—literally—stepped in with a weary sigh, shaking off the frost by the entrance.

"You and this fellow," Oaken added, gesturing to the newcomer.

Without a word, the man walked straight to the counter, forcing you to step aside awkwardly. "Carrots," he muttered, stepping closer.

"Huh?" you blinked, confused by how close he was.

"Behind you," he clarified, and you realised you were blocking the carrots he was reaching for. Feeling a bit foolish, you quickly moved aside. "Oh! Right, sorry."

Through his conversation with the store owner, you caught a crucial piece of information. "The North Mountain..." you murmured to yourself, eyes narrowing in thought. That must be where Elsa had gone. At least now you had a lead—north it was.

"That'll be forty," Oaken said, ringing up the man's items.

"Forty? No, ten," the man countered, clearly unimpressed.

Deep in thought, you barely registered the tense negotiation between the two, both stubborn and unwilling to compromise. You only snapped back when you heard the man explain his dilemma—he sold ice for a living, and in this weather, he wasn't making any money. "Look, ten is all I've got. Help me out."

Before Oaken could respond, you jumped in. "Wait, just tell me one thing. What's happening on the North Mountain? Did it seem… magical?" There was desperation in your voice.

With an exasperated sigh, the man pulled down his scarf, revealing, to your surprise, a strikingly handsome face. For a second, you had thought him a brute. "Yes! Now back off while I deal with this crook."

Big mistake. The store owner stood up from his seat, towering over the both of you like a giant. "What did you call me?" And before the man knew it, he was tossed out of the shop—minus his carrots.

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"Nice duet," you quipped, pushing open the door to the shack where you heard the man from earlier, now singing and impersonating his reindeer, Sven.

Startled, San jumped up defensively, only to relax with a sigh when he saw it was just you. "It's you again. What do you want?"

Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward with determination. "I want you to take me up the North Mountain."

He remained unimpressed, sinking back down to resume his sleep. "I don't take people places."

You should've known it wouldn't be that easy. "Let me rephrase," you said, tossing a bag at him. He jolted up, wheezing from the impact. "Take me up the North Mountain," you repeated more firmly, though you softened a little as he raised a brow. "Please?"

Sven started sniffing the bag, drawing his attention. San opened it to find the tools he'd been after. You bit your lip. "Look, I know how to stop this winter."

With a sigh, he pulled his beanie over his face. "Ugh, we leave at dawn." Just as you were about to celebrate, he added, "And you forgot the carrots for Sven."

Frustrated but undeterred, you hurled another bag at him, this time hitting him square in the face. He grunted in pain, sitting up again. Your eyes widened in panic. "Oops! Sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean—" you stammered before regaining your composure. Clearing your throat, you declared firmly, "We leave now. Right now." You turned and marched out, letting out a breath of relief the moment you were out of sight. He really was intimidating.

Unbeknownst to you, he watched you leave, eyebrows narrowed. Not out of anger, but something else—a mix of mild annoyance and, oddly enough, admiration. You were quite the character.

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"So, uhh, tell me—what made the queen go all ice-crazy?" San asked, trying to pry some information as the two of you sat on his sled, the cold winter night biting at your skin.

You gulped, unsure where to begin. "Well... it was kinda my fault. I got engaged, and she freaked out because I'd just met him that day, you know? She refused to bless the marriage and..." You trailed off, noticing the way he was staring at you.

"Wait, hold on—you got engaged to someone you just met that day?" he asked, his face a mix of disbelief and judgement.

You nodded, waving it off like it was no big deal. "Yeah, anyway, I got mad, she got mad, she tried to leave, and I grabbed her glove..."

He blinked and turned fully towards you. "Hang on! You're telling me you got engaged to a guy you just met that day?"

"Yes," you sighed in frustration. "Pay attention. The point is, she always wore gloves, so I figured maybe she has a thing about dirt or something."

San couldn't believe what he was hearing. You'd agreed to marry someone you'd only met that very day? Even if that someone was a prince, at the end of the day, he was just another man. The idea of it baffled him to no end. He couldn't help the surge of protectiveness that welled up in him. Sure, you seemed a little silly and unhinged compared to the girls he'd met, but you were still an innocent young woman—too trusting for your own good. And that could get you in serious trouble.

If judgemental had a face, it was sitting right next to you. "Didn't your parents ever warn you about strangers?"

You paused, the comment sinking in, and shifted uncomfortably, inching away from him. "Yes, they did. But Hans isn't a stranger."

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. That led to a back-and-forth about how much you really knew the Prince of the Southern Isles. The more you talked, the more San found himself silently shaking his head at your naivety, though he couldn't help but feel a small, growing fondness for you, as crazy as your story was.

Suddenly, he stiffened. "Stop talking."

You scoffed, still mid-argument. "No, no—"

Before you could finish, he slapped a hand over your mouth. "No, I mean it," his voice tense, eyes scanning the dark forest ahead.

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"Wolves?" you asked anxiously, your heart pounding so hard it felt like it might leap out of your chest. "What do we do?"

"I got this," he said, busy moving around like he knew exactly what he was doing. But your nerves wouldn’t let you sit still. "Just… don't fall off and don't get eaten."

You frowned, stepping up beside him. "But I want to help!"

"No!" he barked, pulling you back.

"Why not?!"

"Because I don't trust your judgement!"

Your jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"

"Who marries a guy she just met?!" he shouted as he pushed you behind him and kicked away a wolf that had nearly pounced on you.

"It's true love!" you yelled back, swinging his guitar wildly. Startling him, but you managed to knock another wolf away. "Woah!"

Slightly impressed, he froze for a second, but in that moment of distraction, a wolf sank its teeth into his jacket, pulling him off the sled. You gasped, screaming, "Santiago!"

He grunted, grabbing onto the sled's rope, and glaring up at you. "It's San!"

"Ow!" he yelped as the wolves bit into his back. Despite barely knowing him, your heart dropped, hoping he wasn't seriously hurt. In a burst of quick thinking, you grabbed a bundle of cloth, lit it on fire, and threw it at the wolves, scaring them off.

As you regained control, you realised the sled was speeding toward the edge of a mountain. Your breath caught in your throat—the only way to make it across was if the reindeer jumped. "Get ready to jump, Sven!"

San shot you a look. "You don't tell him what to do. I do!" He shoved a bag into your arms before tossing you onto Sven's back. As you neared the cliff's edge, he shouted and cut the rope tying the reindeer to the sled. "Jump, Sven!"

After landing dangerously close to the mountain's edge, San's sled lay in ruins below, and he muttered something about just having paid it off. The narrow escape from death weighed heavily on you, especially when you saw him lying on the ground, an arm thrown over his eyes in sheer exhaustion. He was so done.

"I-I'll replace your sled and everything in it," you mumbled, guilt creeping into your voice. "And... I get it if you don't want to help me anymore." With a heavy sigh, you turned and started walking away, your heart sinking. Of course, he wouldn't want to stick around now. You'd caused him nothing but trouble, and he hadn't even volunteered to come with you—it was all your fault.

San groaned in frustration, his reindeer nudging him persistently, nodding toward your retreating, disheartened figure. "Of course, I don't want to help her anymore," he grumbled, sitting up. "This whole mess has cured me of ever helping anyone again."

"She'll die out there on her own," Sven's eyes seemed to say.

"I can live with that," San muttered, though his voice lacked confidence.

"But no new sled if she's dead!" The silent reasoning gnawed at him.

He slumped, casting an irritated glare at Sven. "Sometimes, I really don't like you." But as he heard you stumbling and fumbling your way through the snow, likely still trying to reach your sister, he rolled his eyes in dramatic defeat before shouting, "Hold up! We're coming!"

You turned around, your face lighting up before playing it off coolly. "You are? I mean... sure, you can tag along."

He chuckled, shaking his head, though he couldn't quite hide the smile tugging at his lips. Maybe, just maybe, he found you... kind of adorable. In fact, you were probably the most adorable person he'd ever met, if he were being honest. Not that you needed to know that. Hans was a lucky guy... maybe.

⁞

As the journey dragged on, San found himself increasingly drawn to you in ways he hadn't anticipated. He had written you off as reckless, even naïve. But the more time he spent by your side, the more he found himself softening.

It began with the small things—your silly jokes, the way you smiled at him even in the direst of situations, and the surprising concern you showed for his struggling ice business, despite the weight of your own problems. A part of him tried to deny it, chalking up his protectiveness to simply being a decent person. Yet, as the days went on, the truth became harder to ignore, especially as you started to weaken.

The first time he truly noticed was when you faltered, clutching your chest as the icy curse gripped you. His heart clenched painfully at the sight of you, pale and fragile in a way that scared him. At first, he didn't understand what was happening—until he saw the streaks of white creeping into your hair. His stomach twisted in fear as he watched you shiver uncontrollably.

San tried to fight it at first, keeping his feelings hidden behind casual smiles and forced reassurances. He'd wrap you in his cloak, telling himself that he was just looking out for you like anyone else would. But inside, he was terrified. Each time you winced or stumbled, the protective instinct inside him flared, and it became harder to ignore. He wanted to hold you, to keep you safe, but he told himself that keeping his distance was for the best.

Until it wasn't.

After watching you grow weaker, he couldn't stand it any longer. You were so cold, so frail, barely able to keep yourself upright. Your hair had turned almost entirely white, and the violent shivering never stopped. When you could no longer walk on your own, San didn't care anymore. He scooped you into his arms without hesitation, cradling your fragile body against his chest. Your icy fingers clung weakly to his sleeve, barely able to hold on.

Perhaps the trolls had been right. Maybe what you needed was true love's kiss. The thought sent a wave of fear through him, not because he doubted it, but because he wanted it to be him. Holding you close, trembling as he tried to keep you warm, he swallowed hard, fighting back the lump in his throat.

"We've got to get you back to Hans," he whispered, though the name felt like a sharp blade twisting in his chest.

"A-are you g-gonna be okay?" you asked, voice weak and trembling as you struggled to stay conscious. Your eyes fluttered open, full of worry, and San's heart ached even more.

He forced a smile, though the pain in his chest was undeniable. "Don't worry about me," he said, though the crack in his voice betrayed him. He couldn't tell you the truth—that the very thought of giving you to Hans was tearing him apart.

⁞

As he left the castle gates, his arms now empty without your fragile form, the weight of his feelings bore down on him, suffocating. Even Sven could sense it. His reindeer nudged him softly, as if to say, you can't let her go.

San clenched his jaw, shaking his head at the reindeer's knowing gaze. "No, Sven! We're not going back! She's with her true love."

But none of that mattered the moment he noticed the fierce snowstorm suddenly engulfing Arendelle. His eyes widened with panic as he realised something was terribly wrong. Without a second thought, he sprinted back toward the castle, his heart racing, your name ripping from his throat as he shouted through the howling winds.

Snow and ice whipped through the air, blinding San as he fought against the wind, desperately searching for you. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat louder than the roar of the storm. Then, through the blizzard, he saw you—a frail figure swaying weakly amidst the violent storm.

His breath hitched, a strangled cry escaping him as he realised how dire your condition was. Your hair was completely white, and your skin had started to turn into a translucent blue, as if turning to ice. Panic surged through him, and without hesitation, he dashed toward you, every muscle in his body straining against the storm.

You took tiny, shaky steps towards him, your voice barely audible above the howling wind. "San..." The way you uttered his name sent a jolt through him, a painful reminder of just how close he was to losing you. He pushed himself harder, the distance between you seeming to stretch endlessly.

"Hold on!" he shouted, though he wasn't sure if you could hear him over the storm. He could see the effort it took for you to move, each step a struggle against the encroaching ice.

Just when he thought he might finally reach you, you changed direction abruptly. His heart stopped as he watched you rush towards your sister, trying to protect her from Hans. The realisation hit him like a thunderclap: in your attempt to shield your sister, you were sacrificing yourself.

He watched in horror as you turned completely into ice, your form crystallising before his eyes. The storm seemed to quiet for a moment, a heavy silence descending as you stood there, frozen.

Desperation clawed at him, and he fought through the storm to reach you. When you returned to your normal state, he was already there, cradling you in his arms. He refused to be a coward again, not after everything you had been through. The fear of losing you was unbearable, and he was determined not to let go.

Holding you close, he buried his face in your hair, breathing in your warmth, feeling your heartbeat against his chest. "I'm not letting you go," he whispered fiercely, his voice breaking with emotion. "Not now, not ever. If you'll let me, I'll hold you close forever."

His heart ached as he clung to you, the world around him fading into insignificance. The storm may have raged on, but in that moment, all that mattered was you.

Mingi ↠ Flynn Rider (Tangled)

• Charm • Wit • Adventurous •

"Is this… hair?" Mingi croaked in confusion as his eyes fluttered open to the unexpected realisation that he was tied up. The last thing he remembered was climbing up a tower hidden in the forest to escape from the royal guards and the Stabbington brothers.

"Struggling…" came a feminine voice from somewhere in the shadows. "Struggling is pointless."

He furrowed his brows. "Huh?"

"I know why you're here, and I'm not afraid of you," you said, gripping your frying pan tightly as you slowly emerged from your corner and finally stepped into the light.

Oh me, oh my. What do we have here?

The intruder looked genuinely confused as he took a moment to register your appearance. You were a sight to behold, that much was undeniable, but you were also threatening him with a kitchen tool, and truthfully, he wasn't very into that.

"Who are you and how did you find me?" you asked, glaring at him.

But man, were you beautiful.

"Uh huh…" was all he could muster.

Frustrated, you repeated yourself, raising your weapon higher. "Who are you and how did you find me?"

Clearing his throat, he began his rehearsed speech for situations like this. He had yet to meet any lady who wouldn't fall for his charms. As much as he would love to hang around, he had more important things to do. "I know not who you are nor how I came to find you, but may I just say…" He looked down momentarily, then met your gaze again with a rather... questionable expression. "Hi. How you doin'? The name's Flynn Rider. How's your day goin', huh?"

To his surprise, your hostility persisted. "Who else knows my location?" you demanded, aiming the pan at him.

Man, how did the smoulder not work?

⁞

Mingi let out a long sigh, staring ahead in exasperation as you ran circles around him with boundless enthusiasm. Lord, how did he get himself into this? He was stuck in this ridiculous situation because he needed the crown he had just stolen from the palace. The deal was simple: he would take you to see the lanterns and bring you back.

But he had no time for that.

Determined to avoid the whole ordeal, he hatched a foolproof plan. He would take you to the Snuggly Duckling, a tavern with a motley crew of thugs and ruffians. Surely that would scare you off.

As you twirled around, he muttered under his breath, "This is going to work. It has to work."

You paused mid-spin. "Did you say something?"

"Nothing!" he replied, forcing a smile. "Just… thinking about how much fun we're going to have."

He let out a sigh of relief as the Snuggly Duckling came into view. He couldn't help but grin at the look of horror that flashed across your face when you saw the rowdy tavern. This was going perfectly.

"You don't look so good, blondie. Maybe we should get you home, call it a day. This is a five-star joint, after all. If you can't handle this place, maybe you should be back in your tower," he said, trying to sound sympathetic while suppressing a smirk.

Just as he thought his plan was working, Mingi cursed under his breath as the main door slammed shut, and a burly man pressed a "Wanted" poster of him against it.

"Is this you?" the man growled, squinting at the poster.

Crap, crap, crap. This is not good.

The thief's eyes widened in dread as he moved the man's finger off the painting of his nose. His heart sank even further. They had gotten his nose wrong... again.

"Now they're just being mean," he muttered to himself, more upset about the artistic injustice than the actual danger he was in.

⁞

The last thing Mingi expected happened. As the thugs closed in, you suddenly began to sing a silly little song about having a dream. At first, he stared at you in disbelief, but then something miraculous happened. The roughest and toughest of the bunch started to join in, swayed by your infectious innocence and charm.

A reluctant smile soon spread across his face. As impractical as it seemed, your innocence had saved you both. "I can't believe that worked," he muttered, watching the formerly hostile crowd now swaying together harmoniously.

But the relief was short-lived.

The doors burst open, and royal guards flooded the tavern. "There he is!" one of the guards shouted.

"Time to go!" He grabbed your hand, pulling you towards a hidden exit. The chase led you to a dangerous cave, the sound of the guards echoing behind you.

The thief's adventurous spirit shone brightly as he led you through perilous situations, always thinking on his feet and embracing the thrill. He expertly navigated the cave, his confidence never wavering even as the path grew treacherous.

But things took a dire turn when the cave began to collapse. Rocks tumbled down, trapping you both under the debris. Water started to fill the cave, and panic set in. Despite his fear, he remained focused. He pulled you out of the water when you dipped back under, refusing to let you drown.

"Hey, there's no point. It's pitch-black down there," he said, gently moving some hair out of your face, his eyes filled with a rare vulnerability.

You felt a pang of guilt as you saw the hopelessness in his expression. "This is all my fault," you whimpered. "Mother was right. I never should have done this. I'm so sorry, Flynn," you cried.

He sighed, gazing at you sobbing pitifully before whispering, "Mingi."

"What?" you turned to look at him, confused.

"My real name is Song Mingi. Someone might as well know."

You smiled softly through your tears. "I have magical hair that glows when I sing."

His eyes widened in exasperation. "What?"

⁞

Just as he thought he couldn't possibly be more amazed, his admiration and affection for you only grew. He watched in awe as you healed his injury with your glowing hair, the pain ebbing away under your touch. Listening to your story, he saw the depth of your courage and determination, traits he deeply admired.

For the first time in his life, Mingi felt comfortable enough to open up about himself. He let down all the walls he had built over the years, sharing his dreams, fears, and the loneliness that had always shadowed him. Something had changed since then, and neither of you had been more certain about your feelings for each other than on the night of your birthday.

He had kept his promise and taken you to see the lanterns. As you both floated on the water, surrounded by the magical glow of thousands of lanterns, he realised that seeing you happy meant more to him than the riches he had dreamed about for so long. This moment, this connection, you—mattered more than anything.

The thief realised that none of the money or recognition would ever mean anything if it meant being without you. Perhaps Flynn Rider was so much more than just a witty and adventurous prince; he was also a romantic at heart. This truth became painfully clear as he prepared to sacrifice his own life to free you, the love of his life, from the clutches of your kidnapper.

On the verge of his own death, he made a heartbreaking decision. He would rather cut your hair, stripping it of its magical properties before you could save him, than allow Mother Gothel to use you any further. With a swift motion, he severed your once-blonde hair, watching as it returned to its original colour.

"Mingi!" you cried, watching in despair as the magic faded. You pulled him into your arms, cradling his face. "No, no, no. Mingi," you pleaded desperately. "Look at me. I'm right here. Don't go. Stay with me."

He smiled weakly, his strength fading. He cupped your face with a trembling hand. "You were my new dream."

Your heart shattered as tears streamed down your cheeks. His hand fell limp beside him, his eyes closing as his life slipped away.

"And you were mine," you whispered, your voice breaking as you held him close, the pain of losing him overwhelming.

⁞

But things took a miraculous turn. Your magic, which had always been tied to your hair, still remained in the essence of your tears. As you cried over him, a single tear fell onto his face, glowing brightly before seeping into his skin.

Suddenly, his breath hitched, and his eyes fluttered open. Life returned to him as the magic worked its way through his body. You gasped, pulling him closer, barely able to believe what was happening.

"Mingi!" you exclaimed, joy and relief flooding your heart.

He looked at you, his eyes filled with wonder and gratitude. "You're magic," he whispered, holding you tightly. Without another word, he pressed his lips firmly against yours, pouring all his love and thankfulness into the kiss.

As he held you close, he silently thanked the heavens for granting him a second chance at life. He vowed to start over and be a better person for his princess. At that moment, everything felt right, and he knew that his new life with you would be the greatest adventure of all.

Wooyoung ↠ Aladdin (Aladdin)

• Energetic • Street-smart • Charismatic •

"Hey! You there, stealing from my brother!" the merchant barked through the bustling market as you handed two starving children the bread you had taken.

You blinked, caught off guard. "Stealing? No, I—"

"You either pay, or I take the bracelet," he sneered, his hand reaching for your mother's bracelet clasped around your wrist. "Let go of me!" you cried, struggling in his grip.

Before the situation could escalate, someone swooped in and pulled you free, placing you protectively behind him. "Easy, Jamal," the young man said calmly, trying to diffuse the situation. But the merchant only glared at you. "Kalil turns his back for a moment, and this one," he jabbed a finger toward you, "steals the bread!"

You huffed in frustration. "Those children were starving!"

The young man sighed, turning to you and lowering his voice. "Do you have any money?" You shook your head. He smiled softly, then gripped your bracelet. "Okay, trust me." Something in his gaze made you feel secure, so you did—against all odds, you trusted him.

You watched in disbelief as he removed your bracelet and handed it over to the merchant. "Here, this is what you wanted, right?"

The merchant grinned, satisfied. "Yeah, thank you!"

"And here's an apple, for your troubles," the young man added with a grin, tossing the merchant a fruit before quickly pulling you away, ignoring your protests. "Hey! I'm not leaving without my bracelet!"

He pulled you closer as you hurried through the market. "You mean this bracelet?" he murmured, revealing the very same bracelet in his hand. Instantly, your worry melted. "Come on."

As you both moved, you suddenly heard the merchant shout behind you, "Wooyoung! Jung Wooyoung! Thief!"

You turned, your breath catching. "Are we in trouble?" you asked. He smirked, his confidence unwavering.

"Only if we get caught."

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"I can't believe..." you trailed off, staring at the breathtaking view from his balcony. "I can't believe we actually did that. That I did that. That we made it out alive!" you exclaimed, still reeling from the intense chase that had led you here. You couldn't shake the memory of him holding your hands, guiding you to safety.

"Thank you... for getting me out of there. Wooyoung, right?" you smiled bashfully, and he rubbed the back of his neck, a little shy. "You're welcome..." he gestured toward you, waiting for your name.

You froze for a split second. "I... I'm Dalia," you blurted out, using your handmaid's name as a cover. No one could know your true identity—not even him.

"Dalia... from the palace," he said, his tone more knowing than surprised. You stayed silent, your back to him. How did he— "Only someone from the palace could afford a bracelet like that," he continued. "And that silk? It's imported, comes straight to the palace from the merchant ships. But not for most servants, which means... you're the handmaid to the princess."

You sighed, finally turning to meet his eyes, a small smile on your lips. "Impressive."

"If you think that's impressive, you should see the city from up there," he said, pointing to the second floor of his humble home. You didn't need to be told twice and eagerly headed up. "Agrabah... it's beautiful. I really should get out more."

He chuckled. "You should tell the princess that." Your smile faded slowly. "The people haven't seen her in years."

Your fists clenched slightly. "They won't let her. Ever since... the queen was killed, the sultan's been terrified. She's kept locked away."

He looked down, a touch of sadness in his voice. "Seems like everyone's been living in fear since then. But the people of Agrabah loved her. The queen."

Your heart warmed at his words. "They did, didn't they?"

As the conversation shifted to his past, you were saddened to learn of the hardships he had endured. He sighed deeply. "Every day I hope things will change, but it never seems to. Sometimes, I feel like I'm just..."

"Trapped," you finished for him, your voice soft. "Like you can't escape what you were born into?" He nodded, meeting your gaze. For a moment, you thought you could trust him. But that hope wavered when he struggled to return your bracelet at your departure.

"So you are a thief," you said, your voice tinged with disappointment. "I'm so naive."

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"But Dalia, I was born for more than just marrying some useless prince!" you argued after meeting yet another potential suitor from Skanland that afternoon.

Your handmaid sighed. "If you had to marry a useless prince, you could certainly do worse than this one. He's tall, handsome, and yes, a bit dim, but it's just a marriage. Although, I suspect you'd rather marry that boy from the market," she finished, and you scoffed.

As she went off to prepare your bath, there was a knock at your door. With a frown, you opened it. "Can I help you?" you asked, and the person turned around. Your eyes widened in shock. "You? You! What are you doing here? Get in here!"

Wooyoung smirked. "I came to return your bracelet."

"My bracelet? Where is it?"

"On your wrist," he replied, and you gasped, glancing down to see it securely in place. "Wait, how did you get past the guards?" you asked in disbelief.

He grinned mischievously. "That was tricky, but I have my ways. While the princess is out, how about a stroll? We can chat."

You crossed your arms, half-irritated, half-amused. "You are unbelievable," you muttered, annoyed at his audacity but even more so at how attractive he was. "You can't just break into the palace and act like you own the place!"

"If you don't have anything, you've got to act like you own everything," he shrugged, flashing a grin. You stared at him, realising you'd never met anyone like him—because no one was like him. "So, what do you say?"

"No! You need to leave, now!" you insisted, pushing him toward the door.

"Fine, but I'm coming back tomorrow," he said confidently. "Meet me in the courtyard by the fountain when the moon is above the minaret." He gestured behind him, and before you could react, he removed your hair clip, waving it teasingly. "To return this."

Your breath caught when he leaned closer, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His voice was a whisper. "I promise." Perhaps you were a fool; you should have known better than to believe him.

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The next time you saw him, you barely recognised him, thanks to the Genie's magic. He was now Prince Young of Wonderland—a clumsy prince who seemed to be trying to "buy" you with his riches, or at least that was what he said, as he awkwardly stumbled over his words. His first impression was far from impressive, and despite his best efforts, nothing he did seemed to win you over.

After countless failed attempts, he finally realised what he needed to do: just be himself. "There's a whole world beyond these books and maps. You should see it."

"How? Every door is guarded," you replied, a bit wistful.

"Who said anything about a door? Sometimes, princess, you just have to take a risk," he said with a grin before climbing over your balcony and leaping off. You gasped, your hands flying to your mouth, heart in your throat. "What just happened?"

Moments later, he reappeared on a floating carpet. You sighed in relief. "Is this…?"

"A magic carpet? Yes," he smirked, offering his hand. "Do you trust me?" Your heart skipped a beat as those words echoed something familiar. "What did you say?" you croaked. He repeated, his eyes steady on yours. "Do you trust me?"

You hesitated before nodding and placing your hand in his. "Yes."

As the carpet soared over a village, you watched the people below celebrating around a fire. You smiled as the prince draped his coat around your shoulders. "Of all the places you've shown me, this is the most beautiful."

"Sometimes, you just have to see it from a different perspective," he replied. You shook your head gently. "No, it's them—the people. They make it beautiful. And they deserve a leader who understands that. I don't know why I think it could be me."

He turned to you, his expression sincere. "Because it should be you."

"Do you really think so?" you asked softly. He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and for a moment, you froze. Only one other person had done that before—

"Does it matter what I think?" he asked, breaking the spell.

By the end of the night, you learned he was who you had suspected all along, though you were now convinced he had been a prince from the start. Wooyoung, caught up in the joy of the moment, kissed you goodnight, only to later drown in constant guilt and worry that the lie he was still hiding could ruin everything.

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But none of that mattered when you discovered it had all been a lie. Even caught up in the battle against Jafar, Wooyoung was still the one you trusted most. And you knew you were right to trust him because, despite the difficult situation, he chose to return to your side and protect you. His actions proved his genuine care for you.

Your feelings for him deepened when he made his third and final wish. Instead of using it to abolish the law that required the princess to marry royalty, he selflessly used it to free the Genie.

"You shall be the next sultan," your father said. "As sultan, you can change the law." He gestured to where Wooyoung had stood moments earlier, but now he was gone. Your heart sank, and your father gently nudged you. "Go after him before it's too late."

And you did just that.

Breathless, you found him only a few steps outside the palace, your hair clip still in his hands. "Stop, thief! Your sultan commands it!" you called after him, your tone teasing.

He turned, biting his lip and holding up the clip. "Sultan? Does that mean I'm in trouble?"

Your heart fluttered at those familiar words. With a smile, you approached him. "Only because you got caught," you whispered before kissing him. The crowd around you erupted in cheers as he pulled you close, returning your kiss with equal passion. At that moment, he realised his wish had come true after all.

Jongho ↠ Prince Eric (Little Mermaid)

• Kind-hearted • Brave • Dependable •

"Max! Come here, boy," the man on board called out to his dog, who had momentarily been distracted by your presence near the side of the ship. Your eyes widened as you took in his striking features—he was human. You'd never seen one this closely before.

Carefully staying hidden, you continued to watch as an elderly man stepped forward to quiet the crew. "Silence, silence. It is now my honor and privilege to present our esteemed Prince Jongho with a very special, very expensive, and very large birthday present," he announced, gesturing toward a massive object draped in cloth at the center of the ship.

"Ah, Grimsby, you old beanpole, you shouldn't have," said the handsome man, whose name you now know to be Jongho and that he was... a prince.

The old man smiled bashfully. "I know. Happy birthday, Jongho." With that, the cloth was pulled away to reveal a heroic statue of the prince. Instead of reacting as Grimsby had likely hoped, the prince grimaced slightly. "Uh, gee, Grim..." he cleared his throat awkwardly. "It's, uh... really something..."

"Yes, I commissioned it myself. I had hoped it would be a wedding gift." Grimsby's tone was hopeful, but Jongho just chuckled. "Come on, Grim. Don't start. You're not still upset that I didn't fall for the Princess of Glowerhaven, are you?"

"Oh my, it's not just me. The entire kingdom wants to see you happily settled down with the right girl."

Jongho smiled, leaning against the railing. "Well, she's out there somewhere. I just... haven't found her yet. But trust me, Grim, when I do, I'll know. It'll hit me, like lightning—no question about it."

Your heart fluttered as you listened from just below. You'd never felt this way about any merman, but you wanted to be that girl for him. He seemed so near, yet impossibly far at the same time.

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Perhaps he shouldn't have said those words—maybe he jinxed it. What started as a cheerful celebration turned into chaos within seconds, as lightning struck and set the ship ablaze.

You watched anxiously from the sidelines, praying he'd be alright. But your heart sank when you saw him dive back into the ocean from a lifeboat, only to return to the ship to save his dog. Though he managed to rescue the pet, he put himself in grave danger, trapped as the ship exploded. Gasping, you swam toward him, just in time to see him weakly cling to a plank before slipping into the water.

Without hesitation, you dove in, gripping his larger frame and fighting through the waves to bring him to the surface. With sheer determination, you swam to shore, finally laying him on the sand as the sun began to rise.

"Thank goodness, he's still breathing. He's... beautiful," you whispered, gently brushing his wet hair and caressing his cheek. As you sang softly, a familiar tune you'd often hum when dreaming of life on land and now... of him, you saw his eyes flutter open. He smiled at you, placing his hand over yours.

Before you could say a word, you heard Grimsby's voice echo along the beach. In a flash, you were gone before Jongho could fully grasp what had happened.

"Jongho! Oh, Jongho! You really enjoy testing my poor heart, don't you?" the old man grumbled, helping him up.

"A girl... she saved me. She was singing... with the most beautiful voice," the prince murmured dreamily, his eyes still scanning the horizon. Grimsby chuckled. "Ah, Jongho, I believe you've swallowed a bit too much seawater."

You watched from afar, your heart aching as they walked away. Did he feel the same way you did? Was this... love? Because you missed him already.

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Humming the melody that had lingered in his mind ever since you rescued him, Jongho was interrupted by the sudden arrival of his dog. Max sprinted across the sandy beach, barking and leaping excitedly at his owner. "What's up, boy?"

The dog darted forward, and without hesitation, he chased after him. You gasped when Max ran up to you, quickly scooting back onto a rock to keep your distance from the unfamiliar animal.

"Max? What's gotten into you?" the prince's voice called out as he appeared, just in time to see his dog circling you. His breath caught when his eyes landed on you. "Oh... I see."

"Are you alright, miss?" he asked softly, stepping closer. "I'm sorry if this troublemaker scared you. He's harmless, I swear..." His voice trailed off as he looked from his dog to meet your eyes. "You look... familiar. Have we met before?"

You nodded immediately, a beaming smile lighting up your face.

"It's you, isn't it? The one I've been searching for," he murmured, gently taking your hands in his. "What's your name?"

But when you opened your mouth to speak, no sound came out. That's when it hit you—you had given your voice to Ursula in exchange for legs, and now had only three days for Jongho to kiss you with true love's kiss, or else you'd belong to the sea witch for an eternity.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned. You pointed to your throat, shaking your head. "You can't speak? Oh..." His expression fell. "Then you can't be the girl I thought..."

Frustrated, you frantically waved your hands, trying to show him that you were the one. In your desperate movements, you lost your balance and stumbled forward—right into his strong arms.

"Woah, careful!" he said, holding you close to steady you.

For a moment, the world seemed to freeze as the two of you stood still, his arms wrapped securely around your waist while your hands clung to his shoulders. He gazed into your eyes, his expression softening. "You've been through something, haven't you? Don't worry—I'll help you."

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Despite finding your quirks a bit odd, Jongho couldn't help but be charmed by your playful nature. On top of that, you were easily one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He had noticed it when he first met you, but after the maids had cleaned you up and dressed you like a princess, he could barely tear his eyes away. For a moment, he even forgot about the girl he had been searching for, now looking forward to spending the next day showing you around town.

Time flew by, and your second day on land seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. You wandered through the streets together, hands intertwined, sharing meals, dancing, and laughing. Each moment felt magical, filled with heart-fluttering closeness that made it feel like the two of you were already a couple. It was the best day of your life, a world apart from anything you’d ever known. It would've been perfect—if only he would just kiss you.

But there was still time, and you held on to hope. That evening, he took you on a romantic boat ride, and it felt like the moment was finally about to happen. He leaned in a few times, but each time, he hesitated, as if reminding himself you weren’t the one he thought he was looking for. Your heart sank with every pause. Still, after learning your name and feeling a deeper connection, he came so close...

Close enough for Ursula to interfere.

That night, he stood outside, looking melancholy as he hummed the same song that had haunted him since he was rescued. "Jongho, if I may," Grimsby said gently, approaching him. "Sometimes, the best match isn't a dream girl, but someone of flesh and blood—someone warm, caring, and right before your eyes," he suggested, gesturing toward your room, where you were absentmindedly brushing your hair with a fork once again.

Jongho chuckled softly, shaking his head at your antics. Perhaps Grimsby was right. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if you weren't the girl he had been searching for... after all, you made him happy. But before he could think further, a woman named Vanessa appeared, casting him under a spell that blinded him to everything—especially you.

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Wiping away your tears, you knew you had to find a way to get to him. Your heart was shattered when you heard he was marrying another woman, but deep down, you should have known something was off. Of course, it was the sea witch and her wicked schemes.

Thankfully, Max, the loyal dog, seemed just as frustrated with Vanessa as you were. He aggressively tugged at her dress, refusing to leave her alone. In the chaos, her seashell necklace—the one that held your voice—fell to the ground and shattered. At last, the spell was broken, and you could speak again. The moment Jongho heard your voice, recognition filled his eyes. "You're the one. It was you... all along."

You nodded, your voice trembling with emotion. "Yes, Jongho. I've been trying to tell you."

"No! Stay away from her!" Vanessa screamed, but the prince ignored her, pulling you close and leaning in to kiss you. Before he could, you gasped, falling to the ground as your legs transformed back into a tail. Ursula's wicked laughter echoed as she returned to her true form, slithering towards you and grabbing hold. "So long, lover boy," she hissed.

His heart nearly stopped as he watched the witch drag you into the depths of the sea. But he wasn't about to lose you again. This time, he would fight with everything he had to save you.

And he did. The battle was fierce and exhausting, but he remained determined. Jongho cleverly commandeered a ship and steered it straight into Ursula, risking everything to put an end to her reign of terror.

Even in his exhaustion, he didn't rest until he found you. This time, you had legs—real, permanent ones—granted by your father after seeing the love you shared. And when he finally reached you, he pulled you close, refusing to let go. "I'm sorry I made you wait so long, but I'm yours now if you'll have me."

I'm aware the format for each story is kinda inconsistent HAHA but that's because this has been in the works for a while now, and the time taken to finish these one by one was long enough for me to develop a new style for nearly every story when I get to them.

Not sure if this was any good. While proofreading, I realised there's a chance this might not make much sense for readers who have not watched these movies. But y'all, let me know your thoughts! <3

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THE HAKONE EKIDEN 箱根駅伝 [insp]

Lemme tell you sum.. LEMME TELL YOU—

Love Wakui's later artstyle but there is something about og Mikey that hits different. All his expressions are just so cute

Pov; It's your Camera Roll~~~

231022: fact check — yuta.

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A/n: This is my first ever work, so I apologize in advance for any bad writing, enjoy!

Fujio Hanaoka x Fem!Reader

BLESSED BE THE MYSTERY OF LOVE

It had been hours, hours since Fujio had come over to "study" and hours since he'd given up and made it his mission to try and get my attention.

From where I'm sat at the dining table of my home, I can feel his gaze burning into the side of my head, yet I keep my focus on the textbooks in front of me. The sound of my pencil scratching against the paper of my notebook seems to be the only noise filling the abnormal silence that has fallen over us.

At first Fujio had tried convincing, begging really, saying that it was time for me to take a break and that I'd been studying for too long already. Then he moved onto slowly taking my stationary, in hopes that he'd take everything away and I'd be forced to give him my undivided attention. When I slowly started taking everything back, he gave up. For a moment I thought he might be finished and would occupy himself for a little while, that was until he'd made his way around the table to sit next to me on one of the cushions. From there, he began placing soft kisses on my cheek, wrapping his arms around my waist and cuddling into my side. I'd simply turned and given him a quick peck on the lips before focusing back on my work, not that I was actually studying at this point.

It had now been forty minutes since he moved into a laying position and began staring at me. I'd wanted to give in from the moment he'd gotten bored but I ignored him the best I could, wanting to see how long it would take before he started taking more extreme action. From my peripheral I could see the pout that rested on his lips, it was almost comical how disappointed he looked.

"You can put on some music if you want, baby" I speak distractedly, offering a solution to the silence.

He only huffs and crosses his arms childishly. "I don't want music, I want you to pay attention to me"

I can practically hear the pout as he speaks and I have to suppress the smile that begins to rise to my lips at his behavior. Fujio is a clingy person, even if it isn't always physically and when I finally became his girlfriend, it only got more intense, not that I minded at all. I'm not sure how much longer I can keep the uninterested facade up, all I know is it's slipping quickly.

My attention is drawn away from my "studying" at the sound of a soft pitter patter, I place down my pencil and look out the open sliding panels, ones I'd opened earlier to let in some natural light and have beautiful scenery to look at.

"It's raining" I note softly, my gaze fixated on the way the rain drops obscure my view from seeing too far out as the sound of the falling water gets louder on the roof.

Fujio sits up beside me, looking out at the rain as well before turning to give me an exasperated look, opening and closing his mouth as if he was trying to say something.

"I spend hours trying to get your attention and the rain gets it in SECONDS!?" He exclaims dramatically, furrowing his brows in annoyance with me, though there's no real anger behind it.

I turn to face him as well, my face contorting as I laugh genuinely at how he's acting, unable to hold back anymore. He grumbles at me as I poke a finger into his cheek gently.

"Jealous of the rain? Who knew you could be so possessive" My voice heightens as I tease and tilt my head at him.

"I'm not jealous! Just annoyed, you should be paying attention to your boyfriend" He mutters, stopping my poking by taking my hand and bringing it to his lips in a feather light kiss. Even after being with him for this long, the smallest affections still make my heart race.

I glance back at the rain outside, a wide grin blooming on my features. Abruptly, I'm on my feet, pulling Fujio up with me. He barely gains his footing as I begin out into the downpour with haste, hand gripping his tightly as I laugh heartedly.

"It's so cold!" He exclaims, his voice being muffle slightly by the noise that now surrounds us, a slight waver in his tone is testament to his statement and the way the chill seeps into me as well as I stop us on the grass of my backyard.

I can't help the way I admire him, his hair and clothes soaked and a sincere smile on his face. I falter, my breath catching in my throat, everything is so loud and yet this moment feels so still. The pounding of my heart in my ears overpowers the rain, in contrast to the chilled water, my body fills with an unexpected warmth.

"I love you" The words slip from my lips before I can stop them, my voice is raised slightly yet words drift softly.

Despite our time together, we hadn't yet said the three words. We'd shown that we felt it, that we knew it. But to speak it and let the universe know, to reveal it as truth, is equal to opening your chest and showing your heart is beating.

His face falls for a moment, taking in the gravity of the words and contemplating whether he heard me properly. But from the way I gaze at him like he's the only thing I see, like he is what keeps my heart beating in my chest, he knows. It's a second of paired vulnerability that leaves us both breathless.

The smile returns to his face and the toothy grin feels like a ray of sunlight cutting through the blinding lash down. I can't tell if the goosebumps that rise are from a chill that runs through my body or from how I feel the same way I did when I first saw him, completely head over heels. I'm brought out of my thoughts by the way his grip tightens on my hand, bringing me closer to his body. A pleasant, familiar warmth still radiates off him, enveloping me as he does as well.

"I love you too" He speaks gleefully, "More than anything!" It's as if the world around us skips a beat as my heart does, giving this moment a chance to gather and build and bloom.

I don't stop the way I laugh earnestly, lovingly. I reach up and place my arms around his neck, my fingers grazing the droplets that stick to his skin as the downpour encompasses us. I feel like one unit with him, like we were never separate beings. He bends down and closes the short distance in our height and captures my lips in a kiss, one that feels pure of love, there is no room for anything else.

I wish I could take a photo, savor this moment for the rest of my life, but moments are meant to be lived, to be experienced while we have the time. And although a mystery looms between the existence of knowing and blissful ignorance, we are falling, plummeting into each other, and our recognition is our understanding.

Masterlist

Summary: After finding your fiancé you have been with many years cheating on your best friend. You tried to confront them but they never showed up…So what do you do? You drink at the bar trying to figure out what to do. And who else there to help you if not the good looking stranger you met at the bar?

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x Reader

Warnings: Cheating, swear words, angst? alcohol, suggestive content, and more will be added along the way. I’ll make sure to add them at the beginning of the chapters.

Complete

Profiles: The Dove & Vultures I The Jackels

Chapters:

Talk

Protect You

I say yes

Lifestory

Onigiri?

I’m your only friend.

Don’t tell her that!

She looks familiar

A day with a blonde

Revenge Dress

I want to punch you

Baby Carrot

Not my job

Attention

First Dance

Untie a Toe

Weird date

Apartment hunting

Late night practice

Pretty lips

Back in time

Why does it still hurt?

Pizza and beer?

Brighter

Wrong Present

I’m Hungry

The Cake?

I spy…

We have a lot of things to talk about…

Writer’s Block

You’re an idiot

You will not believe this!

I can always ask her | bonus

EVERY detail

Run me over

We need to talk…

I’m a terrible person

2 am

You had Sex.

Not a word.

You can go

He told you?

Regret

You didn’t tell her?

We have to leave…

Bachelorette Party l Part 2

I was just thinking…

Cold feet

That wasn’t supposed to be there…

You’ve changed

It wasn’t suppose to be like this

Now!

So…

 Epilogue

bullying him

no thought just Seo Changbin

RING

"what do you want your engagement ring to be like?"

you sputter at the question and turn to look at him. "what are you talking about?"

he doesn't spare you a glance from where he is on the bed, instead flipping a page of the book he's reading. "what do you want your engagement ring to be like?" he repeats. "i was curious."

"all of a sudden? it's almost midnight."

"diamond?" he prompts.

you grin. "yeah. it's classic."

"what color?"

"the ring?" you frown thoughtfully. "probably just a classic silver. maybe one of those rose gold ones. i haven't really given it much thought before."

"fancy or simple?"

"why are you asking so many questions?" you tease.

he rolls his eyes. "is a man not allowed to be curious every once in a while?"

"okay, okay." you laugh. "honestly, i don't think a ring should change how you feel about the relationship. if you truly love someone, you should love them no matter what ring they give you."

he sets the book down. "okay. and what about the proposal?" he asks. "do you have thoughts on that? private? public? with flowers?"

you shake your head, chuckling to yourself, and answer his questions truthfully. "private. flowers are nice, but not necessary."

he nods slowly. thoughtfully. "okay. good to know." he picks the book back up, which, as you take a closer look, you notice is upside down. he flips a page, pretending to read.

he sees your blush and scoffs. "don't get any ideas. i just got to the proposal in this stupid book. got me thinking is all." he goes back to the book. "still can't believe you're making me read a romance novel."

but you swear you see a little pink blush on his face too.

TSUKISHIMA KEI, kageyama tobio, kozume kenma, SUNA RINTARŌ, kyōtani kentarō, SAKUSA KIYOOMI

A/N: idea came to me all of a sudden, i promise i'm working on the thing people voted for 😭

Kageyama Tobio…

Did you know? He became an Olympian at 19!

Beautiful, amazing, I love it....definately not crying 😭😭😭😭😭

Hate You (High & Low ver.)

I had "Hate You" by Jungkook on repeat for a while and it sparked some ideas so let's go.

Genre: She's a lil angsty

Warnings: relationship issues, character deaths, swearing (let me know if I missed anything)

___ is used in place of y/n

The one where a High&Low character is in a relationship that corresponds to the lyrics of "Hate You" by Jungkook.

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𝕊𝕠 𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖

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It's a quiet day in S.W.O.R.D. as Cobra and the rest of the Sannoh Hoodlum Squad sit in the Itokan diner with the TV playing in the background. As Naomi is drying plates, she turns and sees your face on the screen along with the headline " ___ a daughter from the Kuryu group marries the son of a congressman". Your wedding is being reported to the whole world. They must think you're about to live the most luxurious and happy life coming from money and marrying into even more money. That fake smile is fooling everybody. Everybody except one person; perhaps a few.

"It's her wedding day... and yet she looks miserable," says Naomi. The rest of Sannoh Hoodlum Squad hum in agreeance.

"Cobra, isn't this the part where you crash the wedding and object their marriage?" (Yamato)

Cobra thinks back to three weeks ago after the casino project exposure. As Cobra was getting back on his motorcycle, your father stopped him. "You won this round, but you're gonna lose her, I'll make sure of that. Be honest with yourself, what can a delinquent like you give her? She's better off with someone else. If you know what's good for her, for you, and for S.W.O.R.D., I suggest you never contact her again. Don't let the work from all this go to waste." Since then he's been avoiding you. Whenever you came into Sannoh looking for him he would hide. When you asked his friends where he was they had a lie ready to tell you. When you called him he would let the phone ring. You would leave him voicemails daily. He would ignore all of them. He couldn't act in the best interest of Sannoh or S.W.O.R.D. if he heard or saw you, you were his love.

One week ago, something told him he should pick up your call. Maybe it was a gut feeling, or maybe that he missed you. He hit the "pick up" button, but didn't say hello. He thought maybe you would start with scolding and ask why you couldn't get a hold of him. Instead, he listened to you talk through your tears.

"Cobra? Cobra he's forcing me to get married. He arranged my marriage to a congressman's son for easier connections and money. I don't want to marry him. I want to come stay with you in Sannoh. The wedding is in a week. Please come save me." He let out the breath he was holding after the line went dead.

Last night you called again, but this time he didn't pick up. He was scared to hear your voice. Scared that if he heard you ask him to come and save you, he would drop everything and come to your rescue. Scared that if you asked him to take you away he would whisk you so far away no one would ever find you guys again. He couldn't do that. He couldn't sacrifice the safety of his friends and S.W.O.R.D. for his own selfish reasons. The notification of a voicemail came through, and he clicked on it.

"Junpei, you're so mean. After everything we've been through, you won't even come back for me."

He threw his phone across the room, and then he cried. He cried because he was angry. He cried because he was frustrated. He cried because the only thing he wanted was to take you far away to a place no one knew your names, but he couldn't do it.

Cobra's mind came back from his thoughts. "No. She's part of the reason we got into that mess with Kuryu in the first place."

"But Cobra-"

"She's gonna marry a rich man and continue to live a good life. Who cares what happens to her?" Sannoh Hoodlum Squad watched as their leader stormed out the door. Everyone knew that he didn't really think that way. You had been with him since you were teenagers, before he even joined Mugen; much to the disapproval of your parents. You were there for him on his darkest days when Mugen's disbandment affected him and supported him when he built Sannoh Hoodlum Squad from the ground up.

Truth is that Cobra is mad at himself. Mad that he couldn't be your knight in shining armor to save you from the life you always told him you hated. You always told him how a life of money and lies tore your family apart, even if you guys looked perfect on the outside, and how you didn't want to live like that. You told him how a life with him in Sannoh was more than you could've asked for because there you had love and a family; and yet here you both are. Cobra was condemning you to a life of darkness letting you go like that, but he couldn't let S.W.O.R.D. fall, not after everything they did to expose Kuryu's cover-up and the death of so many people including Smoky. Cobra was mad that he couldn't have everything. Mad that he was stuck in between a rock and a hard place. So he did the only thing he could do, he would paint you as the villain you never were in his mind. He would pretend to hate you so that everything would hurt less.

𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟' 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥

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Sannoh was your home. You had lived here before S.W.O.R.D. was even a thing. Your parents always promised they would make enough money to take you out of there and give you a better life. You never complained about the life you had here though. They weren't home often and you would've liked to spend more time with them yes, but you didn't complain because you got to spend time with your friends.

At the age of 7, Cobra, Yamato, and Noboru had befriended you. Noboru had told his friends about the nice girl in class who spent her extra time at school just like he used to. It didn't take much convincing for the other two boys to decide they wanted to be your friend as well. From then on you spent your afternoons at either Cobra or Yamato's house rather than alone in the school building.

The four of you stayed friends throughout school. When high school came around, you and Noboru would attend school while Cobra and Yamato were off riding with Mugen and would meet up later in the day. (Keep this in mind for later) Their association with Mugen brought in Naomi. You loved the three boys but finally having a close friend who was a girl was great. You told each other everything. Naomi was the first to get you to spill about your crush on Yamato, in return telling you that he felt the same. She along with the other boys knew that Yamato liked you; he's always liked you, even as kids he had a crush on you. He was attentive towards his friends, but even more attentive to you. Yamato could be doing absolutely awful but will still go out of his way to make sure you receive the best. The thing about Yamato's attentiveness towards you, is that he always wanted the best for you, even at the expense of himself.

Remember how I said only you and Noboru went to school? Not only did you both go to school, you both are amazing academically. The boys always told you how you guys were their stars, that there was more for the both of you out there. Noboru was aspiring to become a lawyer whereas you were aspiring to become a beautician and eventual business woman running her own beauty salon. It wasn't as extravagant on paper as Noboru's dream job but you would always talk about how you wanted to make others feel better. A haircut might not be much but maybe it was exactly the pick-me-up a customer needed. You wanted to make other people feel beautiful.

Maybe that's what made Yamato choose to do what he was about to do. He loved you dearly and admired the way you cared for others, putting other people first, so he would be the one to put you first for once.

It was cold that day and you had forgotten your sweater, Yamato had offered to pick up your sweater form home and bring it to you when he and Cobra came to pick you and Noboru up from school. Having been friends for so long, you all just walk into each other's homes like it's no big deal. Yamato walked into your home, greeting your parents who were in the kitchen. They stopped their conversation to greet the boy back and then continued. Yamato walked to your room to grab your favorite sweater. As he was coming back, he caught your parents' conversation.

"But will she want to move dear? Or would it be better to let her stay here? She'll be devastated to leave her friends. You have to remember that while we were always gone and working the kids practically raised each other spending all their time together."

"We've always talked about working hard and then moving to give her a better life. This new job in Tokyo will give us that. We'll move to a better area, I'll have a better job, and we can send ___ to a better school."

Yamato bid your parents farewell, pretending he didn't hear what they were talking about. Your father was offered a job in Tokyo, it meant more money, a bigger house, a better school, a better life, but your mother wanted your input. She's scared to separate you from them because you've grown up together. Knowing you, you wouldn't take that opportunity. You would find an alternative that allows you to stay in the area. Yamato didn't want that for you. As he was getting on his bike, he got a text from Cobra

Hey, Noboru has to run to the bookstore for a textbook. I'm gonna take him there, you take y/n home.

Yamato got on his bike and drove to the high school. What Yamato didn't know was that today was a big elaborate plan so that you could confess to him.

As he arrived, you smiled at him. "Yamato, before you take me home, could we stop by the park for a bit?"

"Sure why not?"

Yamato didn't question when you asked to go somewhere before going home because it was normal. He didn't know that this time Cobra, Noboru, and Naomi were hiding, waiting for you guys.

You led the two of you to a bench and sat down. "___ you know it's not good to come to the park to procrastinate your homework, right? You have to graduate and go to a good college."

"I know, I know. You and Cobra tell Noboru and I all the time. A few hours won't hurt. I, um, wanted to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"Yamato I really like you. I've liked you since we were kids."

"Oh... I don't like you the same way ___."

"That's okay, I just wanted to tell you because-"

"I hate that."

"Hate what?"

"That you like me. I hate that. Why would you think that I liked you the same? Or that you needed to tell me? Now that makes it weird between us."

"Well then, I guess it's good we got that out of the way then isn't it?"

An awkward silence fell over the two of you. You broke the silence first. "I'm gonna go home and go do homework." You grabbed your bag and began walking in the direction of your house. You plugged in your earphones and put on music to keep yourself from crying. Were they all playing a prank on you telling you that Yamato felt the same? Had you stayed just a little bit longer, or walked a little slower, you would've heard Naomi and Cobra tackling Yamato to the floor and start yelling at him.

The other three had helped you arrange the confession in the park because they knew that Yamato wouldn't tell you how he felt first, but didn't expect what had happened. When Yamato had replied, it took all of Noboru's strength to hold the other two back from jumping out from behind the bush they were hiding behind. Once you had walked away, Noboru had lost his grip on Cobra and Naomi who jumped out and attacked Yamato.

"YAMATO I'M GONNA KILL YOU BALDY!"

"YAMATO WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT TO ___?!"

"GUYS MAYBE LET THE GUY UP SO HE CAN EXPLAIN HIMSELF?!"

Once Noboru was able to get Cobra and Naomi off of Yamato, they all looked at each other. (More like Naomi and Cobra were glaring laser eyes at Yamato.)

"How about we all go back to Itokan and talk about it there?"" suggested Noboru.

"Yeah, let's go so I can tell Tatsuya and Kohaku so they kill you for hurting my best friend," said Naomi.

The whole ride back Naomi was trying to call ___ but to no avail. When the four got back to Itokan diner, Cobra and Noboru separated Naomi and Yamato so she wouldn't attack him again.

Tatsuya and Kohaku were confused by the tension in the room and confused why you weren't present either. You never caught one of you missing from the group after school so to the two of them, this was weird.

"How are you kids doing today?" (Tatsuya).

"You've got to find a better way to ask what's wrong that doesn't include awkwardly asking these teenagers how their day was." (Kohaku).

"You want to tell us why you rejected ___ like that when you've liked her since we were like 7? I didn't even want a girl in the friend group, but you and Noboru convinced me that ___ should be our friend too. Then as we were growing up you always told me and Noboru that ___ was off limits because you liked her, FOR YOU TO PULL THE SHIT YOU DID TODAY! SO WHAT IS GOING ON?!" Cobra never lost his cool with Yamato but today he was absolutely seething.

"I DID WHAT I NEEDED TO DO! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!"

"THEN TELL US SO WE UNDERSTAND!"

Before Yamato could continue, Naomi's phone rang; it was you. She motioned for the boys to be quiet and then picked up the phone and put you on speaker.

"Hey ___, are you okay?"

"Um, yeah, I think so. It's okay I'll get over it."

"___ I don't know why he said that I-"

"Naomi it's okay. I don't want to talk about it anymore. I just wanted to call to tell you that my parents want to move to Tokyo, so I won't be seeing you often anymore. Tell Tatsuya and Kohaku thank you for always letting me hang around you guys and being my older brothers. Tell the guys bye for me, okay? I'll come back and visit when I can," and then the phoneline went dead.

"She took the offer," Yamato said to himself.

"YOU KNEW?! YOU KNEW MY BEST FRIEND WAS LEAVING AND DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING?! ON TOP OF THAT YOU'RE LETTING HER LEAVE ON A BAD NOTE!"

"I FOUND OUT EARLIER! I found out earlier, before Cobra and I went to pick her and Noboru up from school. When I was grabbing her sweater I heard her parents talking about it. Her father was given a better job opportunity in Tokyo. He wanted to move them there but her mother said it would be best to ask her first. I knew she wouldn't want to go so I-"

"So you lied to her?!"

"SHE'S GONNA LIVE A BETTER LIFE THERE! THERE IS NOTHING FOR HER HERE!"

"SHE HAS YOU! SHE HAS US! SHE HAS TATSUYA AND KOHAKU! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN DECIDE FOR HER?! YOU KNEW THAT IF SHE THOUGHT YOU HATED HER SHE WOULD LEAVE BUT WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST CHOOSE THINGS FOR HER?!"

Naomi and Yamato continued screaming at each other until Tatsuya and Kohaku stepped in.

"OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH YOU TWO! Naomi go to the back and calm down. Yamato step outside and get some air."

"YOU BOYS ARE ALL SO STUPID!" shouted Naomi as she stormed off to the back room. Yamato stepped outside and Cobra and Noboru looked at each other with a "What did we do?" look on their faces.

Once everyone cooled down, they met back up in the diner again.

"I didn't reject her because I don’t like her. I like her, a lot. I think I even love her. You guys know that! But I said it because I knew she wouldn’t take her parents offer. It's better if she goes somewhere where she can live a better life, I've always wanted the best for her." Yamato walked out after that. Naomi was still seething from anger.

"He may not have gone about it correctly, but he did what he did out of good intentions," said Kohaku.

"I know that but it's wrong! Yamato can't just make decisions for ___ like that!"

"Naomi. Let's respect her decision to move out of here. It's okay, she'll still come to visit."

Truth is you never went back to visit. Naomi would try to call and text you but you never answered. She got Cobra and Noboru to try texting you also, the only time you answered Noboru was if he asked about school. After he stopped attending school you lost contact with your friends all together. You pretended to hate Yamato just like how he pretended to hate you so that his words would hurt less.

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙

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Smoky will never forget the day he met you. You were only 7 years old when you were abandoned in Nameless City. Your mother had left you there in the dead of night and never came back for you. As you roamed around the city crying, a boy your age came out of the shadows. He introduced himself as Smoky and comforted you. Smoky became your first friend in this new life you had to live. Here, neither of you had much but you did find a family and you had each other.

Smoky will never forget the day he realized he cared about you more than family. He loved the children, the elderly, the Boys, and Lala all the same, but not you. You were different. Smoky caught himself looking at you a little longer. He caught himself wondering where you were and what you were doing if you weren’t near. Smoky caught himself wanting the day to end faster so he could return to you. Everyone else caught on too, everyone except you.

Lala would try to tell you and you would laugh. “Smoky likes me? No you’re lying. He’s just overprotective. He looks at me and still sees the little girl who walked around Nameless City crying.”

You were proven wrong though. One night as you and Smoky sat alone on one of the buildings stargazing as lovers best friends do, he told you. He told you how he liked you as more than a friend and you explained that you believed he just saw you as a sibling like everyone else and tried not to like him because you didn't want to let yourself down. One thing lead to another and now you guys are dating, congratulations.

Smoky will never forget how he admired your ambition. How fast you learned how to fight so that you could join Rude Boys whether or not Smoky allowed it. How you dealed with Nameless City’s shortcomings and how you could use the limited resources to better your family’s lives. But Smoky will also remember how your ambition to always be better and do better drifted you apart.

The day of your 16th birthday, two cars drove into Nameless City. Out of one car stepped out a couple, the other an old man with a briefcase. The Rude Boys formed a circle around the trespassers, ready to attack. The old man let out a nervous laugh as he looked at the scruffy teenagers. “Hello children… we don’t want any trouble… we’re just looking for a girl named ___.”

You stepped to the front of the group. “That would be me, what do you want.”

The woman gasped as she looked at you. “Oh you look just like her.” The group of teenagers looked at these adults as if they were crazy, how do they know you? “I’m your aunt ___. Your mother is my sister. I was out of the country when she abandoned you and didn’t find out until many years later. I tried to find you and now here you are. I want you to go live with me and my husband. I’ll be your mother.”

You looked at this stranger, hesitant to say anything. Maybe she was lying. Or maybe she was telling the truth. Smoky looked at you with a longing look in his eyes, a part of him felt selfish hoping you would stay in Nameless City with him.

“Thank you for the offer but no thank you. My family is here in Nameless City. Please leave.” The woman and her husband stared at you in disbelief.

“Dear, you surely can’t be giving up your aunt’s offer of a home, education, and money for… this,” said her husband as he gestured to Nameless City.

“A house. You would be giving me a house, not a home. This is home. This is family. Please leave before we make you.”

“We’ll let you think about it and come back.”

“Don’t. My choice won’t change.” Smoky would never admit it to anyone but he was glad you chose to stay with him them. But come back they did. Your aunt was persistent in getting you to live with her. Every time she came she brought gifts. After she left you would give the gift to someone else in Nameless City who could use it, you didn't need any of the things she was bringing. She had noticed that you gave your gifts away and would ask why you did that and you would explain that you gave them to someone who would benefit from the gift better than yourself. If this bugged her she didn't tell you, not that you cared, it wouldn't change your actions.

Today when she came, she took a different approach. "How about you just come to visit? You can come stay with my husband and I for a day or two and see how you like it. If you like it you can move in, if not you can stay here and I will not bother you anymore but our house is always open to you."

"I'll think about it."

That night as you and Smoky were sitting on the building top, Smoky asked if you wanted to go live with her.

"Of course not! She has a house and lots of money but she doesn't have anything Nameless City has. If I went with her I wouldn't have my family and I wouldn't have you."

"But you would have a house, food, running water, an education, nice clothes."

"Yeah but I wouldn't have you. Fuck all the riches in the world if I can have you Smoky."

"Now that's corny."

"You asked a question and I gave you an answer!" The two of you laughed at each other.

"Here's an idea. How about you take up her offer to visit, that way she'll leave you alone. I don't mean to push you but her arrival always startles some of the residents and P keeps complaining about having to also take your patrol route because you have to carve out time in your day to spend time with your aunt."

"Okay, I'll get it figured out so that we can go back to our normal lives."

A few days later when she came back, you informed her that you would visit but you would be coming back. Your aunt simply smiled and said "alright". Before you entered the car, you ran back and hugged Smoky. "I'll be back by tomorrow morning, don't miss me too much okay?"

"I'll see you tomorrow morning my love."

Smoky would forever remember how that was the last time you ever saw each other. The next morning you weren't home, so he waited. Every day Smoky waited and you never returned. It might be seen as wrong, but he had a few of the boys follow you to see what you were up to. The boys would observe you from the shadows. They saw you attend school, expensive socialite parties, and the most expensive after-school academies. One day they had overheard some security guards talk about how you were flying to America to become an exchange student. Alarmed they ran back to Nameless City to report back to Smoky.

Smoky let out a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "She chose the better route." When the other Rude Boys talked about how you had abandoned Nameless City and your family, nice words didn't leave their mouths. Smoky would just tell them not to speak of you because you were no longer a part of the family, but deep down he missed you. Smoky knows that you are an ambitious person, always striving to be better. This route and this new life would be able to give you that, he couldn't, he knew that. Smoky wasn't mad at you for choosing a better life. He was still in love with you. He loved you to the end of his days even if he pretended to hate you.

Bonus:

What you failed to tell Smoky and the Rude Boys was that they were all wrong. Yes, you enjoyed having basic necessities at your disposal and attending school, something you didn’t get when you lived in Nameless City; but you missed Nameless City, your family, and Smoky even more. Rude Boys tailed you but only from a distance, they didn’t see everything else you went through aside from living lavish. The socialite parties were suffocating. The names people would call you and the way they spoke of you because you were adopted were horrid. What no one understood was that this mansion was no mansion, it was a prison. You had expressed wanting to leave to your aunt but she refused, telling you that she was giving you a better life. You tried to escape when night time fell but her security guards found you and brought you back. You had fought her workers, knocking everyone down. As you started for the door she called out to you again "___ wait!" You didn't turn around. If she wasn't going to drive you back then you could walk back to Nameless City on your own. "STOP RIGHT THERE LITTLE GIRL! IF YOU DON'T STOP RIGHT NOW I'LL HAVE MY MEN GO INTO THAT CITY AND KILL YOUR FRIENDS." This time you stopped.

"Excuse you? And what makes you think that'll get me to stay here? I don't want to be here! I WANT TO GO HOME TO MY FAMILY!"

"I AM YOUR FAMILY! I AM YOUR AUNT! I AM YOUR BLOOD! YOUR MOTHER MAY HAVE ALLOWED YOU TO LIVE IN A DUMP BECAUSE SHE COULDN'T TAKE CARE OF YOU BUT I WILL NOT! YOU WILL STAY HERE. YOU WILL GO TO SCHOOL. AND YOU WILL NEVER GO BACK THERE IF YOU WANT YOUR LOW LIFE FRIENDS TO LIVE."

"Family runs deeper than blood. Family members don't threaten each other like that. DON'T TALK ABOUT MY FAMILY LIKE THAT OR I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU! I WAS ABLE TO BEAT ALL YOUR MEN. WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WON'T DO THE SAME TO YOU?!"

Her face changed, her eyes darkened, and her smile became more sinister as she walked closer to you. "If you don't listen to me, Shion will die first. P will go next, then Lala and Takeshi, AND EVERY RUDE BOY WILL DIE AS THEIR LEADER WATCHES. Then, Smoky will die in front of you, and it'll be your fault. You don't want it to be your fault do you? No one cares about Nameless City. The city is a dumpster and its residents are trash. You should be thanking me really, I'm saving you from a life of poverty. Now what is it gonna be? Are you gonna be a good girl and let me adopt you or should every last person you care about die before you let me become your mother?"

From then on, she had someone watching you 24/7. You would try to escape but never made it far. She had threatened the life of your family again, telling you how she had ties to a group called Kuryu and a man named Nikaido who was very willing to kill all of them. It wasn't until much later you found out that you did in fact know Nikaido, once upon a time he was your brother Cain. You were obedient but still defiant. Bad manners, bad attitude, skipping class, you name it. She eventually got tired of your antics and sent you abroad. You had cried and begged her to at least let you visit Nameless City before she sent you away but she refused. By the time you reached adulthood and could legally get out of her grasp, Smoky wasn’t waiting for you in Nameless City anymore.

I was gonna make the main character really just enjoy being out of Nameless City and forget about her old life but I couldn’t do it 😭 I can’t do that😭 Not to Smoky and my Rude Boys😭

𝕎𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕌𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕀 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕡𝕖

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Smoky's passing had taken a huge toll on Nameless City and Rude Boys. Now you were all trying to repair Nameless City to create new homes for everyone. All the captured residents were released, having no more use as Kuryu's plan was exposed.

Takeshi took Smoky's passing the hardest. Being Smoky's right-hand man he was automatically given the position of being the new leader. Not only did Takeshi feel not worthy, the overwhelming responsibilities that came with the role were taking a toll on Takeshi. You understood though. You understood that everything being thrown at him was a bit much. Everyone was trying to help him the best they could, but no one was really able to help each other. Everyone had to grieve what once was in their own ways. This required a lot of alone time for most of the Rude Boy members.

Lala spent a good amount of her time outside of Nameless City so that it would hurt less. P would exercise in silence, not wanting to be bothered. Yu would hang out with the kids as a distraction. Takeshi would leave for alone time right as his duties as leader were finished. This left you. You knew everyone needed their alone time, which left you to be the glue that held everyone and everything together. You were working overtime trying to make sure everyone else was okay. At the end of the day, it sucked that you would pick up everyone else's pieces, overwhelmed with mending together everyone else's hearts while yours lay shattered on the floor. It was okay though, because once everyone else was better, you could come back to your own heart and piece it together; at least that is what you told yourself.

It felt selfish of you to be thinking of yourself when everyone needed help during this time, but a small part of you wanted to scream and cry for help because what about you? This was slowly weighing down on your's and Takeshi's relationship. He spent so much time alone, and again, that's fine, but you missed him. You wished that you could go on your patrol routes together again. Or that he would at least return to you at night, or that you could wake up and he would be by your side in the morning.

It was late, everyone had gone to bed. You decided that tonight you would talk to Takeshi about how you felt. He was always very understanding of everyone's feelings so you weren't expecting his reaction.

You had sat down with him on the abandoned building he often occupied.

"Hey, how are you doing?"

"I'm still adjusting.... I guess."

"Oh, never mind then. Let's talk a different night."

"No, we can talk. I've missed talking to you."

"That is what I wanted to talk to you about actually. If that's okay..."

He nodded.

"I just wanted to tell you that I miss you and I miss when we got to take our routes together. I know things have to be a little different now but-"

"So why bring it up?"

"What?"

"If you know that things have to be different now then why bring up the past?"

"I was gonna ask you if we could work something out to where we could at least see each other every once in a while. I never see you anymore."

"I'm busy during the day trying to be the leader of Rude Boys ___, you know that."

"Yes I know. I'm not saying that you have to change that I think you're doing a good job I just wanted to ask if we could do this more often and speak and be together at night."

"I need my alone time."

"It wouldn't be every-"

"THIS IS ALL REALLY OVERWHELMING OKAY?! I LOST MY LEADER! I LOST MY BROTHER! NAMELESS CITY IS IN ABSOLUTE SHAMBLES! AND YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS! WHAT ABOUT EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING ELSE ___?!"

You were stunned. A stiff silence passed between the two of you before you spoke again.

"You know what? Forget I asked. Forget this conversation even happened Takeshi. I wasn't asking you to drop all your responsibilities for me, I'm not that stupid or selfish. I was coming to talk to you so we could figure things out like how a couple is supposed to but clearly you don't want to."

You got up and walked away without looking back. The next couple of weeks you didn't talk to or acknowledge Takeshi either. If he needed alone time so did you, especially after all of that.

Today was your day to watch the kids in case Kuryu or any other shady organization felt like coming in to kidnap the kids. As you were playing with the kids, one of the younger girls came up to you to ask you to braid her hair. As you were doing her hair she began talking to you and asking questions. You never minded answering these curious kids' questions as the only way they really got to learn was to ask all of you questions considering they didn't get to attend school. Today however it led to a topic you didn't quite know how to respond to.

"You're really good at braiding hair ___."

"Thank you, Hina. I don't know if I'm doing it right but I tried to learn from one of the grandmas that used to live here."

"I don't know what a braid is supposed to look like but I think you're doing it right. You make it nice. You make everything nice, like a mom does."

"Like a mom does? What's that supposed to mean? Are you calling me old Hina?" you jokingly asked her.

She giggled before answering you. "Nooo I'm not calling you old. I'm just saying you make everything better like a mom would. You're our mom and Takeshi can be our dad! You guys love each other and care for us like moms and dads do."

You didn't know how to respond, so all you did was let out a small laugh and pat her head. You continued to braid the girls' hair and play with the kids but those words continued to replay in the back of your head.

You never brought up the conversation that happened again. Takeshi didn't either. You don't know if it's because he forgot or just didn't feel the need to. You saw the small changes in his behavior though. He would spend one night a week cuddled with you and leave you with small kisses before leaving on S.W.O.R.D business. It made you feel better... a little. Not a lot, but you would take what you could get.

The kids continued to tell you how they loved having you as their mom, the elderly residents would continue to need your help, and you would continue being a therapist for all the Rude Boys members when they needed it. The only times you would be relieved from your duties of keeping everything and everyone together was in the comfort of your makeshift bed. Takeshi wasn't here tonight and you couldn't sleep, so you were left to drown in your thoughts.

Maybe none of this is working anymore....

You thought to yourself. You pushed that thought away quickly, turning to a different position and closing your eyes to try and sleep, trying to distract yourself from those thoughts. Takeshi and you weren't perfect, you knew that much, but you always thought that you guys came in close to what perfect could possibly be in your situation. That was until you put the pain of everything under a microscope and realized just how much everything was killing you. Your pain and personal struggles eating away at you on the inside, but you couldn't tell anyone that. You had to be the glue that held everyone together. If you fell apart, it would affect everyone else. There was so much going on you felt guilty if you added to it. You continued to push the thoughts away. When everyone else is okay you can come back and pick up the pieces of your own heart and put it back together, right? You just hoped that by the time you came back, the broken pieces of your heart were still lying there on the floor and not blown away with the wind.

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Cobra: Pinterest

Yamato: hlgif-blog

Smoky: subtract-me-from-your-heart

Takeshi: ldh-headcannon

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This work is proofread but there might still be some mistakes here and there. I originally wanted to do all the S.W.O.R.D leaders but couldn't think of stories for some characters so I went with what I could do. I also wanted this to be a 3 part series where I write for the S.W.O.R.D boys, Amamiya Brothers, and then the H&L the Worst X boys but I don't know if that's something anyone wants to read. Let me know if you would want to see the other 2 parts!

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it’s a rainy day at summer camp. one of the few evenings that greeted you with bad weather instead of the setting sun, and the result was Fukurodani’s volleyball team gathered around a small tv and taking turns in a Mario Kart tournament.

you walked into the room with an order from the coach to tell everyone to quiet down, and was intrigued by the choice of game and their lack of talent in it. “you guys suck.”

everyone who wasn't playing at the moment turned abruptly, some squinting suspiciously and some laughing. “think you could do better?”

and so you were thrown into the tournament, and oh boy did you knock them off their pedestals. they didn’t stand a chance.

it earned you almost everyone’s desserts from dinner the day after, and you happily munched on pudding cup after pudding cup while they pouted about it. you shared plenty of them with the other girls as well, and you all enjoyed their defeat thoroughly.

fast forward one year later, Bokuto has made friends with Nekoma’s captain, making Fukurodani and Nekoma closer than they were with the other teams.

when Bokuto is particularly annoyed with Kuroo’s taunting after he missed some spikes in a practice game, he challenges him to a round of Mario Kart after dinner. Fukurodani vs Nekoma, choose your fighter style.

Kuroo walks into Fukurodani’s room that evening, carrying Kenma along while the setter is still playing on his console and not even paying attention. the captain looks smug, confident in his best friend’s ability to win. until he sees Bokuto standing with his arms crossed and shielding their chosen fighter.

a couple of the others from Nekoma’s team had joined, curious as to why Bokuto would challenge them in video games when he knew Kenma was there. “why do you look so smug?” Kuroo asks suspiciously.

“because we brought our secret weapon,” he answered, dramatically moving to the side and gesturing towards you. you sat patiently on a pillow, waving at the other team and smiling brightly.

“hi, guys!”

Kuroo laughed, letting go of Kenma and waving back at you. “y/n, fancy seeing you here.”

Bokuto rudely pressed his hand into Kuroo’s face. “none of that, don’t distract our player before the match!”

and while they fought, Kenma sat down beside you, finally turning off his console as you held out the other controller for him. “making me second player, hm?” you laughed at his remark, nodding.

“home base is always first player,” you teased. Konoha patted you on the back and smirked at Kenma.

“you don’t stand a chance.”

he did stand a chance. it was a close race, and you must admit you broke a sweat using every little trick you could think of.

however, it was just a chance. one he didn’t master, and you ended up with a clear victory after a mystery box gifted you with three glorious red shells on the second round, ruining any head start he might have gained.

the whole of Fukurodani’s team got up and cheered, many shaking your shoulders or ruffling your hair to praise your efforts. you looked to the side, ready to taunt Kenma a bit, but he was already staring at you. his catlike eyes made you flustered, and you quickly looked away. “I’m going to bed. good game, Kenma!”

Kenma watched the highlight reel after you left, and Kuroo had to practically drag him out of there as he could barely accept his loss. red shells don’t always mean you win. how you use them matters, and you use them perfectly. the way you drifted as well was beyond any technique he had seen before in real life.

the day after, Kenma comes over to you table with his dessert as a peace offering, and sits down across from you with his head down. “so you’re a gamer, what else do you play?”

“not really a gamer, my cousin just always brought Mario Kart for family holidays.”

Kenma stared at the table for two minutes in silence as you continued eating your lunch and chatting with your team’s other managers until he finally broke out of his trance. “can you teach me?”

“sure, catboy.” you were already eating the pudding cup, giving him a teasing wink now that he seemed so shy. this was the start of a blooming friendship.

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/when me n @cottonlemonade start brainstorming, great things happen

/this is a drabble in my head but it’s way too long for that… also, what do you think nekoma owes fukurodani after losing??

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