am i a prince yet

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Sometimes Rain Falls

A BTS Fanfiction

Type: AU/Alternative Universe

Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy…
But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…


Part 1 Part 2

Part 3

You’re excitedly bouncing in place next to Hoseok half an hour later, having changed clothes as quickly as you could, before running back to meet him in exactly the same place, frowning in confusion when you realise he’d already changed, but smiling at him none the less when he reaches his hand out for you to hold, before beginning to pull you down the gravel path that, when taken to the right, lead to the stables.

As soon as you catch sight of the first glistening black stallion you feel your breath escape your lungs, your astonishment bringing Hoseok to a stand still, and you can see in your peripheral vision the way he feels you slow; turning to see what was wrong and widening his eyes worriedly before he sees your expression of wonder.

‘Aren’t they beautiful?’ he asks, smiling fondly at you and chuckling when you nod dumbfoundedly.

‘Which one would you like to ride?’ he asks, gesturing around to the stables set out in a sort of hexagon, a number of horses stood outside being tended to. But its only when you see the beautiful dapple black mare shuffling agitatedly to one corner of the stables, trying to get the attention of one of the hands helping out with another horse, that you know exactly which one was perfect for you.

‘Am I allowed to ride that one?’ you ask Hoseok quietly, gesturing to the horse, and looking up at him to see him squinting his eyes slightly, almost as if he was judging your choice in a bad way, before he looks back at you and leans down suddenly to drop a kiss to the edge of your mouth- the move seeming as though he’d changed his mind at the last minute- having originally been aiming for your mouth.

‘If that’s the one you want-‘

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I am the oldest,” the prince said, “and yet I am the last. After Mors and Olyvar died in their cradles, I gave up hope of brothers. I was nine when Elia came, a squire in service at Salt Shore. When the raven arrived with word that my mother had been brought to bed a month too soon, I was old enough to understand that meant the child would not live. Even when Lord Gargalen told me that I had a sister, I assured him that she must shortly die. Yet she lived, by the Mother’s mercy. And a year later Oberyn arrived, squalling and kicking. I was a man grown when they were playing in these pools. Yet here I sit, and they are gone.” (A Feast for Crows)

asoiaf meme (minor characters): doran, elia, and oberyn martell (4/8 relationships)

Oberyn x Baratheon/Lannister!reader...

((I love me some Oberyn….I hope you all enjoy))

Word Count: 2,203

Warning: Smut but nothing too detailed about half way through

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Two Worlds (C.H.)

A/N: This is a Prince!Calum au imagine dedicated to @4sos5ever for being such a sweetheart. There will be an additional part to this as well.

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Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4


“C'mon, Y/N! Keep up!” Calum called from ahead of you as you chased him through the trees.
You huffed. “I know you’re fit and all, but that doesn’t mean that I am!”
You heard his infectious laugh echo throughout the woods and you couldn’t help but smile even though you were desperately trying to catch your breath.
You finally reached where he was waiting for you expectedly and leaned forward, resting your hands on your thighs as you caught your breath.
“Oh, thank Jesus,” you mumbled appreciatively.
“You weren’t even running for that long,” Calum pointed out with a laugh.
“Thank you for pointing out just how out of shape I am, Calum. I can always count on you to tell me,” you muttered sarcastically.
“What are bestfriends for if not to be blatantly honest with each other?”
You laughed and shoved him with your shoulder. “Oh, fuck off.”
You two wondered around for a bit more before coming to your spot.
Calum helped you onto the low hanging branch before he got on himself. He leaned with his back against the trunk of the tree while you sat straddling the branch facing him.
You looked around for a brief moment before looking back at Calum who had his eyes closed and looked incredibly at peace. You hadn’t seen him with that look as often lately.
You hated to be the one to break it.
“Cal…” You started off.
He opened one eye to show you that he was listening.
You sighed. “We need to talk about this.”
He sighed as well before sitting up. “I don’t want to.”
“But Cal, your coronation is tomorrow. You’re about to become king.”
“Not by choice. You know that I don’t want to be king.”
“I know, but everyone is counting on you. Especially your parents.”
“But by me becoming King, that means I’ll be seeing you less and less,” he pointed out.
You sighed sadly. “I know. I’ll miss you like crazy, but you have a duty to these people, Calum.”
He rolled his eyes and jumped off the branch. You followed suit and he turned to face you. “What if I don’t want all this pressure on me? I didn’t ask to be born royal. I didn’t ask to become a king at only twenty and yet here I am, my last day being a prince before everything that I did for fun has to come to an end.”
Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “Oh, quit being so dramatic. I know you and I’m positive that your first week will end up with you being scolded for trying to make your job fun.”
He gave you a smirk. “I can’t deny that because we both know that that’s VERY true.”
The two of you stood there, reminiscing all of the fun times you shared together, starting from way back when Calum had seen you walking by with your mother on the streets in the marketplace at the age of ten while he had gone with his father to sort out some business at the age of eleven. Calum had wondered away from his father to talk to you and ended up offering you a small, little, yellow flower he pulled out of the grass by your feet.
He was such a charmer even at the age of eleven.
Of course, his father and your mother had been shocked to see the two of you together, but they never stopped you two from being friends.
Now, nine years later, Calum was to take his father’s place as he was retiring due to illness.
“Hey,” you spoke softly and stepped towards him to cup one side of his face into the palm of your hand, “you’ll be a great king.”
He sighed as he placed his hand on top of yours. “I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about you.”
“Why?” You couldn’t help but ask.
“What will you do now?”
You knew what he was referring to. Your life practically revolved around Calum when he wasn’t attending to any of his royal duties - which was more often than not.
“I’m sure I’ll find something to pass the time,” you tell him lightly.
He still gave you a look of uneasiness.
“I’ll be fine, Cal,” you reassured him. “I’m a lot stronger than you think.”
He finally gave a slow nod of his head. “Alright.” He looked out into the distance. “We should probably head back now. It’s starting to get dark and I forgot my flashlight.”
The two of you made your way back through the woods towards the castle with some playful banter.


“I now present to you, King Calum Thomas Hood!” The man yelled to the Kingdom as he placed the crown on Calum’s head.
You watched with a proud expression on your face as your bestfriend stepped up on the podium to be seen by the entire crowd.
His eyes searched the crowd before finding yours off to the side and he smiled at you. You let out a little laugh and smile before cupping your hands around your mouth to let out a scream. That only made him smile wider.

It was later on in the evening and the after party was taking place. The party was mainly for people of importance, but since you had been Calum’s bestfriend for nine years, you were allowed to come.
You walked around by yourself for a bit, a glass of champagne in your hand, in search of your bestfriend.
You walked past a set of balcony doors and glanced outside in passing before coming to a stop and backing up to look outside again.
You stepped towards the doors and slowly opened one. You stepped out into the night, closing the door quietly behind you.
“Why are you out here?” You asked him as you came to stand beside him.
He shrugged. “Just needed some fresh air, I guess.”
You placed your glass onto the ledge and faced him. “Alright, what’s up?”
He turned his head to face you. “What?”
You gave him a look. “You know what. Why are you still all mopey?”
He sighed but didn’t say anything.
You learned from all the years you’ve known Calum that he would speak when he was ready. So, you turned to look out at the rose garden as you waited for him to speak.
Suddenly, you felt arms wrap themselves around your waist and a body press against yours from behind. You tilted your head up to see Calum already looking at you with a look you couldn’t quite decipher.
He didn’t say anything. He stared at you for a minute more before you saw  his head slowly lower down to yours.
Calum was kissing you.
You stood as still as a rock, too shocked to respond. You weren’t expecting him to kiss you.
Holy shit. Calum was kissing you.
Calum pulled back after a few seconds when he felt that you weren’t responding. He awkwardly released you and took a step back while scratching the back of his neck in a nervous manner. “Um. Sorry. I didn’t mean…I should, uh, probably get going. People are probably looking for me…”
He had turned and walked quickly back inside. That’s when you snapped out of your reverie and went to chase after him.
“Wait, Cal!” You called as you rushed back inside.
He was already halfway down the corridor.
You hiked up your dress a bit before taking off after him. “Cal!”
He didn’t acknowledge you and continued to quickly make his way down the corridor.
“Calum! Would you stop and wait for a second?! I can’t run that fast in heels!” You yelled out as you tried to catch up to him.
He stopped but didn’t turn around.
You stopped behind him and grabbed his hand. “Will you please look at me, Calum?”
He slowly turned around. He had a sad expression on his face. “What?”
You brushed away part of his fringe so that you could fully look him in the eye. “Why’d you run away?”
“Gee, I don’t know. It could be the fact that I kissed you and you didn’t respond?” He told you sarcastically.
“Well, if you had waited at little bit longer, you would’ve felt me respond.”
He gave you a hopeful look. “Really?”
You nodded. “Yes! You just took me by surprise.” You took a hold of his hand and interlaced your fingers with his. “I never expected you to kiss me.”
He interlaced your other fingers together and pressed his forehead against yours. “So, does that imply that you have feelings for me too?”
You smiled up at him. “What do you think?”
He smiled back. “So you wouldn’t mind if I did this?” He leaned down to capture your lips between his.
As he pulled away, the smile on your face grew. “I definitely don’t mind if you do that. In fact, I would like it if you did that a lot more.”
“Cheeky,” he said and kissed you once more.
“There you are!” A voice claimed from behind Calum.
You broke away from Calum and looked over his shoulder while he turned halfway to see who had spoken.
It was his mother.
“Oh…” She stopped mid-step as she took in your embrace. “I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”
Calum pulled away from you, but still kept one of your hands interlaced with his. “Yes, mother?”
“You’re presence is requested in the ballroom, dear,” she informed him as her gaze flickered over to you then back to Calum.
You shrunk a little behind him. You’d never felt judged or scrutinized by his mother before, but you surely felt it now.
Calum’s hand squeezed yours. “I’ll be right down.”
His mother looked like she wanted to say something else, but gave him a nod before turning on her heels.
Once she was out of sight, you spoke. “I don’t think she approves…”
Calum looked down at you. “Don’t be ridiculous. She loves you. She just wasn’t expecting to find me mid-kiss is all.”
You still felt unsure. “Okay…”
“Hey,” he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “It took me nine years to build up the courage to kiss you. I won’t let my mother push you away from me when I finally have you.”
You smiled up at him. “Good to know.”
He smiled back and kissed you once more before the two of you headed back to the ballroom.


The new most embarrassing thing I’ve ever written.  I saw this post  and then this stupid plot bunny happened and I had to write it down.  I apologize for my wuko.

It still bewilders Mako that in the three short years he’s known him, Prince Wu has gone from spoiled bratty future king, to actually oddly responsible foreign dignitary/ pop sensation.  

He’s not sure if it’s the responsible or pop sensation part he finds more surprising.  

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