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Drabble: Hansung and Y/N

For @mymisst 🌺 I hope this is as good as you expected 💓

You could see Hansung from a distance in the court yard talking with Yeo Wool, showing him his best fighting stance; making a fool of himself. You couldn’t help but laugh at him as he continued. He soon spotted you, leaving Yeo Wool standing on his own looking dazed as he ran towards you. You stumbled back as he embraced you, both of you laughing with a grin from ear to ear.

“Y/N! Ah I’m so happy you’re here!” Hansung was completely overwhelmed to find you in the court yard when he assumed you’d have better people to visit like Sun Woo or Ban Ryu.

“Of course I’m here, I haven’t got any jobs to do at Hwarang House today.” You laughed, observing the huge smile that crept onto Hansung’s face the moment you arrived.

“We have to do something today! You never get any free time, I’m going to show you how great it is to be a Hwarang!” His enthusiasm was almost over powering, you couldn’t help but try to match his excitement.

“Teach me how to ride a horse.” You asked, the large smile on your face still remaining.

“Really?? Y/N this is so exciting!!” He jumped up and down on the spot, embracing you in a hug as he did so.

“Hansung calm down.” You giggled, holding his arm and bringing it down to his side to try and calm his excitedness.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry, it’s just we never get any chance to see each other apart from on days like today. These days are my favourite days.” He smiled, settling down.

“I’ll make it my job to get more days like today where we can go on adventures, okay?” You asked, meeting his eyes. You both smiled as Hansung nodding his head.

“Come on, follow me to the palace and we can get the horses and ride down to the nice forest, the one with the lake! Last one to the palace has to clean the stables when we get back!” He announced before running east towards the palace, leaving you flustered and hurriedly chasing after him.

It was Hansung who arrived at the stables first, not a surprise to either of you. You laughed, out of breath, as Hansung opened the gate to where his horse was. “Meet Dong Yul, my personal favourite horse!” He ran into the training ground, grabbing his horse by it’s reins and pulling it along with him. You followed after him, stroking the chalk white mane and soft chestnut fur.

“Dong Yul is such a beautiful horse” you spoke, staring into the horses beautiful eyes, “is he yours?” “Yes, I’m very proud to say he’s my horse, he’s one of the most beautiful here.” Hansung responded, walking back into the stable to get another horse. When he returned with another horse, he saw how enticed you were with Dong Yul, stroking his soft fur and brushing your hands over his head.

“You can have Dong Yul today, I’ll take this horse.” Hansung spoke as he walked in with a pale grey horse with a jet black mane.

“Really? Are you sure? Dong Yul is your horse, not mine.”

“I’m sure, don’t worry! You two seem to have a really strong bond.” Hansung reassured you and you smiled politely back, bowing your head.

“Careful now, just step up onto the saddle.” He held your arm tightly as you attempted to get up onto the horse for the third time.

“Y/N there’s nothing to worry about, I’ve got you!” But you fell down again. This time, Hansung couldn’t hold back his laughs.

“Hansung his isn’t funny you should be helping me!” You exclaimed, standing back up off the hard ground.

“Okay okay, try getting on it again.” He said, helping you brush a mixture of sand and mud off your hanbok.

You took a deep breath and stepped up onto the horse again, trying hard to keep your balance, and sat yourself down on the saddle.

“Y/N you did it!!” Hansung cheered, applauding you, the grin on his face growing even wider.

“Now stay there while I go and grab our picnic bag.” You held firmly onto the reins firmly as Hansung left the stables, only briefly to grab some food he managed to sneak from the Hwarang’s when they were eating.

Out of no where, the horse bucked wildly. You yelped and kept your grip on the reins tight as the horse began to run all round the stable at a speed faster than you thought it could go at. It began heading for the stable doors, the ones Hansung had left only minutes ago. You called out for Hansung once you were in the courtyard again, but you could only see other Hwarang’s looking startled as the Dong Yul wouldn’t stop running no matter how hard you tried to slow him down. Suddenly, the horse bucked for the second time, this time not giving you enough warning to grip the reins as you felt yourself falling back, and no one was there to stop you.

“Y/N!” You heard Hansung call out to you and before you knew what was happening you, you were in his arms.

You panted, out of breath from the panic and on the verge of tears. You wrapped your shaking arms around his neck and whimpered into his neck, still trying to calm yourself.

He slowly settled you on the small grassy area nearby along with himself.

“You’re okay now, you’re safe.” He rubbed his large hands across the back of your head, trying to reassure you that you were safe and out of harms way.

“I thought I was going to die.” You muttered shakily. “I’m here now Y/N, I’m not going to let anything happen to you ever again, I’m so sorry for putting you in danger, this is all my fault.” Hansung rambled, close to fretting.

“Don’t feel bad Hansung, please. I don’t blame you for anything, it was m-” before you could finish your sentence, you noticed his plump lips pressing against yours, moulding perfectly. Hansung placed his hands on your cheeks, catching the small tears that still fell from your glazed eyes. Euphoria filled both your bodies, a true connection being formed. Hansung pulled away breathlessly, hands remaining on your tear stained cheeks.

“I’m sorry I put you in danger Y/N, I love you.” He muttered, staring deep into your eyes. This was a different to the giggly Hansung you knew, this was lovestruck Hansung, but you knew every word he spoke was true.

“I love you too.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders again and pulled him into a hug, smiling into his neck.

This was where you wanted to be; in Hansung’s arms.

Originally posted by sugaa

last night I dreamt that I was chosen to open a bunch of runway shows, the biggest one being Gucci (why my brain chose this one I will never understand), and so most of the dream was spent doing interviews as the first 5’ runway model, and then the day of the show finally came and I had a feeling something bad would happen. so I was really nervous and shaky as I got to the end of the runway, and that’s when I locked eyes with this man in an ivory wool suit standing at the back of the venue and he pulled a bazooka out from behind him and killed everyone in the room but I escaped, hitchhiked all the way to Rome and when I got to my hotel room the same guy was sitting on the bed and said “I’ve been expecting you for some time” and then I woke up

Summary: Unable to sleep one night, downtrodden spinner Rumpelstiltskin sees local witch Mistress Belle dancing nude in the fields as part of a magic ritual. Things take an interesting turn when she asks him to join her.

Rated: NC-17

For ripperblackstaff - well done for surviving your class this morning.

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Seeds for the Moon

It’s the nights like these when Rumpel is at his wits’ end. Bae is staying with the neighbours for the night; at least Rumpel knows that he will be looked after and will go to bed with a full stomach. It makes him feel so helpless when he can’t even feed his own son, and he’s infinitely grateful that Morraine’s family can spare a hot meal for him every now and then, just until Rumpel can get to the market in the morning with the next batch of wool. He stands on his doorstep, illuminated in the light of the silvery full moon. The moonlight looks so beautiful tonight, and for once, Rumpel decides to take a moment just to appreciate it. He doesn’t get much opportunity to enjoy nature these days, not with money and food so tight. He can’t sleep for worry, so he might as well just watch the night. It’s at that point that he sees the figure moving down the lane towards the wheat fields, a hooded figure swathed in a long, dark cape. Rumpel’s first immediate instinct is to duck back inside his cottage and bolt the door against possible malicious intruders, but then the figure turns and their face is revealed.

It’s Mistress Belle, the herbalist who lives at the edge of the village. Rumpel likes Mistress Belle; whenever he has needed her potent remedies for a fever or sickness of Bae’s she has always given them to him for free, asking in return for something small, like a tuft from the first shearing of their newest lamb, or a drop of lanolin for a potion. Yes, he likes her, probably more than he would ever admit to, with her bright blue eyes, her soft hair and clear skin, and her knowing, kind smile. They’re very similar in a way, he and Belle. The rest of the village treat them as pariahs: Rumpel for his perceived cowardice and Belle as a heathen who worships the wrong gods and performs strange rituals after the sun goes down and her shop closes. Everyone will go to her in their times of need for her excellent cures, but outside of family ailments, she is shunned, and people cross the way to avoid her. Everyone except Rumpel, who always has a friendly word for her whenever their paths run into each other, and who is always gifted one of her beautiful smiles in return.

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