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Oh my god this, oh my god this!! THIS!!
just like... a thought, not necessarily an original one, but one that's chewing at my brain like a rabid dog.
Ed sustaining a fatal injury on the field, and Roy being with him, knowing that this son will die, and he might lose the other too, and he can't be with both, that he might lose both of them and he never even got a chance to truly hug his youngest.
like, if he has the chance, he makes a desperate call to whoever is the closest to Al, begging them to find him, to stay with him, to tell him that he loves him because he can't.
he's already watching one son die, feels him dying in his arms, and his mind is on his other son, who's probably feeling the soul bond getting weaker and weaker, who probably knows his brother is dead/dying, who's just a scared little kid and he can't be there with him.
its even better(?)(in my own sick and twisted mind) if he has enough time to get to a phone himself (maybe a hospital) so he can watch his son die and be on the phone with another, trying to comfort both as they slip right through his fingers...
I'll be quiet now, I feel like i've said enough
your highness ☆— p. sunghoon
synopsis ➔ sunghoon isn’t tricked by the princess into attending a party and he is tricked into a kiss.
pairing ➔ royal!fem!reader x bodyguard!sunghoon
genre ➔ fluff, royal!au
word count ➔ tba.
warnings ➔ 3rd person, protective sunghoon, mentions of poison, reader can order sunghoon to do whatever she pleases
a/n ➔ had an idea and wanted to write it as fast as i could so sorry if it’s shit. also it’s not proof read/edited.
“And remind me what your duties are as my bodyguard?”
Y/n presses further, already skimming through her large closet for the perfect dress for a masquerade. Sunghoon, dressed in his perfectly ironed uniform of a navy suit with gold and shiny accents, crosses his arms and gives her a stern look through her vanity mirror, which reveals her cheeky grin.
He bites back a groan before monotonously replying, “Abide by your orders, no matter what.”
She giggles shortly, “Aaaand what did I order you to do?”, her hands find a pale pink dress, not too fancy or plain. A perfect middle. Sunghoon sticks to his position in the doorway, not keeping an eye off of her and her room, and sighs. He riffles a hand through his chestnut hair (another ‘order’ from the Princess, she thought it’d suit him,) and places his hand in his pant pockets, just above his sword.
“I’m not taking you to that party. Another one of my duties is to keep you safe, no matter what.” Her shoulders slump at his stern words. She makes her way to her bed with a pout and hangs the pretty dress over her hand. She was in simple winter pyjamas, not at all like a princess.
But she could be dressed in a potato sack and she’d still look like a princess to him.
Sunghoon walks into her room and stands over her, looking down with the same look he gives to people at the parties he actually lets her attend.
“Those rules contradict each other.”
“Doesn’t everything?”
Ever since he was assigned her bodyguard at 16, he knew he wouldn’t ever give up his position. Y/n was a natural royal. Kind, loyal, perfect etiquette and perfect look. But as the years went on the pair discovered more about eachother. How he could be comfortable staying in a castle away from his family, how she could handle being watched 24/7 with barely any freedom. Their friendship blossomed. Sunghoon would protect her, and she would protect him. Mainly from her father, who was consistently asking her to fire him after a simple mistake.
You weren’t just a princess to him, but his princess. His queendom. And it hurt every time he had to build the walls higher.
“Exactly. It’s a masquerade. Nobody knows who each other is. If anything, it’s the safest party I could possibly attend.”
Y/n pulls a lip by her pearly white teeth and looks up at Sunghoon with pleading eyes. Something she had perfected. But sadly, he was the one who watched her perfect it.
“I’m sorry, your highness.”
He unlocks his arms and almost reached out for her, before she stands, closing their distance in a split second. She smells like vanilla, and it’s the only thing he can think of. He can’t even comprehend her breath lining up with his neck.
“At least stay until I’m ready to sleep. I know it’s not protocol as the time spent until then is usually spent alone, but my parents and the other guards are not here.” She whispers, blinking slowly as she awaits his reply. He falters,
“I can’t, you know that.”
“You can’t do anything with me. Can you?”
“I cannot stay in your room other than to protect you.”
“If anything I am at my most vulnerable when unconscious.”
He sighs because he knows she’s aware of the immense amount of security that’s strategically placed around the castle grounds, just not at her doors.
“Would you feel more comfortable if I stood outside?” He proposed.
She wanted more. She wanted him to stay close, like they were now, but warm and dreaming under the covers. She wanted him to hold her as she fell into slumber, she wanted to help him pull through the nightmares she heard him complain about to another guard.
But he’s already stepped back, taking her silence as defeat. Sunghoon’s uniformed back is turned before she can say goodnight, but luckily he can sense her urge.
“Goodnight, Your Highness.” He looks back with expecting eyes, and goes to close the wooden door, before she stops him with a hand.
Her eyes flutter before walking to her nightstand. She grabs an unopened packet of lip balm encased in a tin barrel. It’s red and shiny, and she brings it to her body guard. “I need you to try this for me. To make sure it isn’t poisoned.”
He smiles tiredly for the first time that night, and nods. He secretly loathed the way this night was coming to an end. She passes it to him carefully, and he takes it with the same gentleness. His long fingers open the tin, and take a small piece of it.
Sunghoon looks up at her and swipes the balm slowly over his already peachy lips, watching her watch him with intent.
He smacks his lips once, quietly, before closing the lid and swiping his tongue onto his bottom lip, testing the taste. It’s strawberry, and as he slowly closes the distance between him and the princess, just like she did moments before, she’s sure she can smell it.
“What will you do if it’s poison?” He asks in a whisper, eyes faltering towards her own lips. She doesn’t need the product, he thinks.
“I’ll kiss it off.” She replies.
He gulps and his breaths start catching in the air. Her scent causes him to forget his duties completely. The moment is silent for a moment, before he lies,
“I think I’m feeling lightheaded, Your Highness.”
Sunghoon places his delicate hands on her waist, and she places her own on his shoulders. In a swift and smooth movement, he moved one hand behind her head and smoothes her hair. His now red lips hover over hers, and she can feel his minty breath playing with her own.
He stops.
“Your highness, this goes against protocol.”
She looks up at him only for a moment, shaking her head slightly.
“Sunghoon. I order you to kiss me.”
His smooth lips meet hers, and suddenly everything comes crashing down. All of the rules, protocols and regulations are broken, and in that moment neither of them care.
Sunghoon removes himself, an uncomfortable feeling of excitement and dread drag his shoulders down, and she can sense it just by his grip. He has ruined his own life by making it a thousand times better. He almost looks pitiful as he replays his decisions and envisions the consequences.
“Sunghoon,” she whispers, taking him out of the silent dilemma he was over thinking
“Your highness.”
“Kiss me again.” And when he doesn’t, “please.”
Their lips connect again, and Sunghoon moves them both forward to close the door behind him, his hands find their way to her waist again and they both sigh in contentment.
“Your highness, I…” he pauses scrunches his eyes together, blinking them open and looking at her with too much adoration and love that any of his words could explain. He attempted it though, “I love you. And I won’t stop loving you until there’s a hole through the Earth and the Moon has passed through it.”
He stops for a gulp, watching her closely,
“Your highness.” It is outrageous. A guard confessing to a royal.
But in that tight and warm moment, they both feel as if they are equal in every way possible.
“Sunghoon, I know it’s against protocol but, I feel the same.”
## taglist — @i520sn @raevyng @enhacolor
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I love royal aus. bonus point because it’s my lili
your highness ☆— p. sunghoon
synopsis ➔ sunghoon isn’t tricked by the princess into attending a party and he is tricked into a kiss.
pairing ➔ royal!fem!reader x bodyguard!sunghoon
genre ➔ fluff, royal!au
word count ➔ tba.
warnings ➔ 3rd person, protective sunghoon, mentions of poison, reader can order sunghoon to do whatever she pleases (but she doesn’t really use it against him)
a/n ➔ had an idea and wanted to write it as fast as i could so sorry if it’s shit. also it’s not proof read/edited. live laugh love royal sunghoon
“And remind me what your duties are as my bodyguard?”
Y/n presses further, already skimming through her large closet for the perfect dress for the masquerade. Sunghoon, dressed in his perfectly ironed uniform of a navy suit with gold and gleaming accents, crosses his arms and gives her a stern look through her vanity mirror, which reveals her cheeky grin.
He bites back a groan before monotonously replying, “Abide by your orders, no matter what.”
She giggles shortly, “Aaaand what did I order you to do?”, her hands find a pale pink dress, not too fancy or plain. A perfect middle. Sunghoon sticks to his position in the doorway, not keeping an eye off of her and the surroundings, and sighs. He riffles a hand through his chestnut hair (another ‘order’ from the Princess, she thought it’d suit him,) and places his hand in his pant pockets, just above his sword.
“I’m not taking you to that party. Another one of my duties is to keep you safe, no matter what.” Her shoulders slump at his stern words. She makes her way to her bed with a pout and hangs the pretty dress over her hand. Y/n was in simple winter pyjamas, not at all like a princess.
But she could be dressed in a potato sack and she’d still look like a princess to him.
Sunghoon finally leaves his post and walks into her room to stand over her, looking down with the same look he gives to people at the parties he actually lets her attend.
“Those rules contradict each other.” She says.
“Doesn’t everything?” He replies.
Ever since he was assigned her bodyguard at 16, he knew he wouldn’t ever give up his position. Y/n was a natural royal. Kind, loyal, perfect etiquette and perfect look. But as the years went on, the pair discovered more about eachother. How he could be comfortable staying in a castle away from his family, how she could handle being watched 24/7 with barely any freedom. Their friendship blossomed. Sunghoon would protect her, and she would protect him. Mainly from her father, who was constantly asking her to fire him after a simple mistake.
She wasn’t just a princess to him, but his princess. His queendom. And it hurt every time he had to build the walls higher.
“Exactly. It’s a masquerade. Nobody will know each other. If anything, it’s the safest party I could possibly attend.”
Y/n pulls a lip by her pearly white teeth and looks up at Sunghoon with pleading eyes. Something she had perfected. But sadly, he was the one who watched her perfect it.
“I’m sorry, your highness.”
He unlocks his arms and almost reached out for her, before she stands, closing their distance in a split second. She smells like vanilla, and it’s the only thing he can think of. He can’t even comprehend her breath lining up with his neck.
“At least stay until I’m ready to sleep. I know it’s not protocol as the time spent until then is usually spent alone, but my parents and the other guards are not here.” She whispers, blinking slowly as she awaits his reply. He falters,
“I can’t, you know that.”
“You can’t do anything with me. Can you?”
“I cannot stay in your room other than to protect you.”
“If anything I am at my most vulnerable when unconscious.”
He sighs because he knows she’s aware of the immense amount of security that’s strategically placed around the castle grounds, just not at her doors.
“Would you feel more comfortable if I stood outside?” He proposed.
She wanted more. She wanted him to stay close, like they were now, but warm and dreaming under the covers. She wanted him to hold her as she fell into slumber, she wanted to help him pull through the nightmares she heard him complain about to other guards.
But he’s already stepped back, taking her silence as defeat. Sunghoon’s uniformed back is turned before she can say goodnight, but luckily he can sense her urge.
“Goodnight, Your Highness.” He looks back with expecting eyes, and goes to close the wooden door, before she stops him with a hand.
Her eyes flutter before walking to her nightstand. She grabs an unopened packet of lip balm encased in a tin barrel. It’s red and shiny, and she brings it to her body guard. “I need you to try this for me. To make sure it isn’t poisoned.”
He smiles tiredly for the first time that night, and nods. He secretly loathed the way this night was coming to an end. She passes it to him carefully, and he takes it with the same gentleness. His long fingers open the tin, and take a small piece of it.
Sunghoon looks up at her and swipes the balm slowly over his already peachy lips, watching her watch him with intent.
He smacks his lips once, quietly, before closing the lid and swiping his tongue onto his bottom lip, testing the taste. It’s strawberry, and as he slowly closes the distance between him and the princess, just like she did moments before, she’s sure she can smell it.
“What will you do if it’s poison?” He asks in a whisper, eyes faltering towards her own lips. She doesn’t need the product, he thinks.
“I’ll kiss it off.” She replies.
He gulps and his breaths start catching in the air. Her scent causes him to forget his duties completely. The moment is silent for a moment, before he lies,
“I think I’m feeling lightheaded, Your Highness.”
Sunghoon places his delicate hands on her waist, and she places her own on his shoulders. In a swift and smooth movement, he moved one hand behind her head and smoothes her hair. His now red lips hover over hers, and she can feel his minty breath playing with her own.
He stops.
“Your highness, this goes against protocol.”
She looks up at him only for a moment, shaking her head slightly.
“Sunghoon. I order you to kiss me.”
His smooth lips meet hers, and suddenly everything comes crashing down. All of the rules, protocols and regulations are broken, and in that moment neither of them care.
Sunghoon removes himself, an uncomfortable feeling of excitement and dread drag his shoulders down, and she can sense it just by his grip. He has ruined his own life by making it a thousand times better. He almost looks pitiful as he replays his decisions and envisions the consequences.
“Sunghoon,” she whispers, taking him out of the silent dilemma he was over thinking
“Your highness.”
“Kiss me again.” And when he doesn’t, “please.”
Their lips connect again, and Sunghoon moves them both forward to close the door behind him, his hands find their way to her waist again and they both sigh in contentment.
“Your highness, I…” he pauses scrunches his eyes together, blinking them open and looking at her with too much adoration and love that any of his words could explain. He attempted it though, “I… love you. And I won’t stop loving you until there’s a hole through the Earth and the Moon has passed through it.”
He stops for a gulp, watching her closely,
“Your highness.” It is outrageous. A guard confessing to a royal.
But in that tight and warm moment, they both feel as if they are equal in every way possible.
“Sunghoon, I know it’s against protocol but, I feel the same.”
## taglist — @i520sn @raevyng @enhacolor
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@perroulisses DUDE!!!!!
someone's making a gilgamesh musical
Oh shit??
yeah? he's so fine? but whats his purpose upon this? why is he so good looking like that im catching feelings wtf
𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞. / park sunghoon
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫! (bff!jake makes an appearance!) • read part two !
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you just wish you have the guts to say what you want, what you feel to your crush, park sunghoon.
𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 : 1.3k words | one sided crush | fluff at first then boom angst :0 | kind of made me sad actually | yn and sunghoon are friends!! | but hoon is a bit mean :< | this drabble was inspired by the song by niki :p
likes, comments and reposts are very much appreciated! <3
[below the cut]
you stared at the tall, handsome boy across the room. the room was twinkling whenever his cheek dimple appears when laughing, classmates’ eyes diverted whenever his eyes turn into crescent room, and classmates become temporary silent to hear his laughs.
ever since he stepped foot into your classroom from two years ago when he became a transferee, he grabbed the attention of female students and even staff board members. boys would gaze upon him whenever they pass by sunghoon with jealously visible in their faces.
i mean, who wouldn’t ?
you can’t deny either, he’s the most attractive person ever. in the classroom. in the school. in the world wide world.
his eyes would sometimes glance upon yours. when you both make eye contact, it would not last for even two seconds as you immediately look away. blush would run across your cheeks just by thinking about his gorgeous eyes looking at yours. you would nibble your bottom lip out of nervousness and overthink about your physical appearance.
did i look like an idiot? why is my lips so chapped? was my mascara smeared?
you questioned yourself multiple times in your head after walking home from school, how is he sculpted like the gods? why is he so handsome? why is he that perfect?
argh, just by thinking about it, unconsciously made your lips curl and heart beating like a rollercoaster. you shake your head to remove your thoughts about him and go home.
even though you’ve classmates with him for two years, you wanted to be closer. but you didn’t have the guts to do something. talk to him? pass him the notes the next day after being absent to take his ice skating lessons? buy him something? start a conversation? it’s too confusing.
you sighed infront of a locker. staring at it as if it would reply to you. well, you needed a quick response from whatever what you were doing. a wake up call.
you mentally marked it in your head.
locker #143 letter #12
god what were you doing?
writing letters to someone who barely notices you? how pathetic. you don’t even know what he thinks about you. does he know your name?
you were turning your body, ready to take off and think about sunghoon for the rest of the night. but before you take a step forward, you hear a familiar shout.
“y/n!”
you turned around and you see two figures, you recognized that one of them is your best friend, jake.
“oh hey jake!” you beamed at jake’s big smile towards you as he jogs towards you. your eyes then moved towards the figure behind him and your mind immediately blacked out.
it was sunghoon following behind jake. he saw you and smiled before going towards you as well.
“we were gonna eat tteokbokki at the restaurant across the street but we saw you~ it’s sooo cold so we wanted to eat something warm!” you can hear jake’s excitement through his tone as you saw him bundled up with his jacket and gloves. you noticed sunghoon’s attire. it was a simple hoodie with his fluffy jacket but yet he looked so cozy.
“wanna come with us?” jake invited. he stared at you with expectation.
“oh..” you mumbled under your breath. the sudden invitation made you hesitant because sunghoon will be there and you didn’t know how to act around him.
currently your heartbeat is echoing in your ears and you suddenly got cold sweat on your back despite it being winter.
you glanced to sunghoon behind jake as his hands were inside. he gently smiled at you as if he knew that you were wondering whether or not you’ll be a bother with them. he gave you a reassuring nod, mouthing, “don’t mind it”.
you swore your heart with jumping jackets. you swore sunghoon’s cheek dimple appeared when he smiled at you. you swore that sunghoon wanted you to be there with him.
“sure.” you breathe out. the heavy feeling on your chest disappeared with that one look of sunghoon’s eyes that spoke comfort and gentleness.
“yes!” jake jumped in excitement in his place. “we’re gonna go after sunghoon gets his scarf from his locket.” jake’s eyes moved towards sunghoon’s locker which was literally right next to you.
once again, your mind immediately blacked out. you panicked internally. not only sunghoon but your best friend will see your letter. you were the only one that knows that you like sunghoon. and you were scared that it might be obvious with how you’re acting.
you eyes looked over sunghoon’s hand unlocking his locker. you wanted to run away. you wanted to hide. you wanted to take back off the letters that you wrote in the past about him and forget everything. you can imagine yourself slapping yourself with your pillow.
but at the same time you were curious. will this be an opportunity to know what sunghoon thinks of you? does he likes the letters? does he know that it’s yours?
sunghoon huffed loudly which cut out of your thoughts.
“another one?” laced with disappointment.
your heart dropped at his reaction. you looked at jake beside you, his lips pursed in awkwardness.
you saw sunghoon stretch out his hand to grab the brown envelope. “hey y/n..” sunghoon turned to you.
your eyes widened, in fear if he knows. you gulped before responding to him. but your heart thumped that he said your name for the first time. that was a first for you.
“do you know this person?” he asked emotionless. eyes hoping that you know. you stared at the mini orange you’ve drew in the corner of the letter because you know he likes them; the drawing is humiliating you.
“no….” you tried to play if off cool, acting like you were thinking. sunghoon nodded when you responded.
“alright.”
jake bumped his elbow onto your shoulder. “sunghoon has been receiving love letters from the same person for the past month.”
“and it’s annoying.” sunghoon examined the brown envelope as if it was a disease. you can see the scowl on his face.
your heart swelled up at the contrast of his voice from earlier and his expression. his twisted eyebrows and puckered lips showed his frustration while looking at his name in the center of the envelope.
“it’s annoying?” you suddenly spoke, genuinely wondering why he would think of that but sunghoon nodded once again.
“tired of the same nonsense anyways. i won’t like someone who acts like this. i read the letters and laugh to myself because, how can someone be this delusional?” he snickered to himself as jake nodded, agreeing with him.
tears swelled up to your eyes as sunghoon looked down at the envelope, playing with it like a toy.
“acting like this? it’s a burdensome.”
did sunghoon indirectly called you a burden?
“if i meet this person, i won’t ever like them because i hate people like this.”
ouch.
that really did it.
“hey!” you suddenly made your voice loud, startling both of the boys.
jake panicked upon looking at you, your cheeks are pink, eyes watering and your lips were quivering.
sunghoon was alarmed with you. he was confused yet worried upon seeing your teary eyes. he was questioning what happened. he was gonna ask but you beat him to it.
you chuckled. “i forgot i-i have to help my mom with something. you guys can go without me-“ you cursed at yourself for your stuttering. “i’ll go! uh bye!” you smiled specifically at sunghoon with your teary eyes before dashing off.
idiot.
idiot.
idiot.
what sunghoon doesn’t know is that you like him.
what you don’t know is that sunghoon likes you as well. he was the one that initiated eating tteokbokki with you.
(jake would leave midway as apart of sunghoon’s plan)
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this is my first tumblr post! i have a lot of drabbles in my notes app but i decided to post this one first because it’s completely done. what did you guys think? do you think sunghoon will know yn’s likeness towards him? will yn stop with the letters? i don’t know if i have a part two in mind but please let me know if you want! 😼 thank you for reading <3