Last of Days - Kingdom Wars Part One
Title: Last of Days - Kingdom Wars
Characters: Eunhyuk/Tablo, other characters t.b.d.
Author: Linh/ElmersGlue128
Rating: R
Length: Part 1 out of 3
Genre: Fantasy AU / Action / Epic Drama (I've offically gone crazy, this is why...)
Words: 2,102
Summary: Secretly taking his sister's place, Eunhyuk disguised as a woman is sent by the king on a mission to destroy the mysterious rogue army general at all costs. In the time of warriors and kingdoms and chaos, this is an untold story of an impossible love.
Dedicated: to Madelyn93! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!! HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN!!!!!!!!!!! LOVE YOU LOTS! <3 <3 <3
Comments: This is posted late, I'm super sorry! This really just wasn't turning out the way I wanted to and is rushed too D: I'm still soo disatisfied but time caught up on me so here is my failish part 1. gah!
Seriously THANK YOU to everyone who left a comment for my video teaser (a few of them really touched me <3) and I'm super sorry I haven't had the chance to reply to them. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
The howling wind violently rustles through his clothes and cause his cloak to flap senselessly about as he urges his horse to move impossibly faster. With a rough tug, he pulls to a stop and hastily ties the reins to pole in the stable. Hopping off agilely, Eunhyuk hears his own footsteps echoing hollowly through the door and down the familiar hallway he hasn’t seen in years into the common room.
His mother’s tear-stained face and father’s tense backside leave him looking at his sister staring stoically back, sickly pale with fear. Taking the remaining steps forward, Eunhyuk slips one hand into his sister’s and grabs the piece of parchment on the table with the other. His eyes scan through it quickly before incredulously focusing on the royal crown insignia at the bottom.
His mother is the first to break the silence, her voice laced with horror, “What are we going to do? They’re going to take her away to some God-forsaken place and that horrendous group of savages!”
“This can’t be right, I’ve served the King for so long, I’ve pledged my allegiance to him since the beginning. This should’ve protected her, I don’t understand how this could’ve happened! It’s going to be okay. I’ll go appeal this, I’ll leave right now and get to the palace by tomorrow morning and-”
“The girls are all ordered to be escorted away at midnight. We and many families have already gone to the town lord to plead with him but he told us consider it an honor to serve for the King. He wouldn’t even take a bribe, the corrupt rat he is but he still has his loyalties,” his father shakes his head in senseless exhaustion, “It’s a suicide mission and the King is sending these girls to their deaths. There is no way they’ll succeed in assassinating Tablo, the rogue army leader.”
“Can’t we hide her? Send her away for a while?” his mother asks desperately.
Eunhyuk shakes his head, answering distractedly and deep in thought, “The whole family will be arrested and executed without trial.”
“But we can’t let them come and take my daughter away like this!” his mother cries forlornly and turns away.
His sister squeezes his hand and smiles bravely, her shaky but determined voice cuts through the small space, “There’s nothing else we can do, I must go.”
“I won’t let that to happen, noona,” Eunhyuk squeezes back and hugs her.
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The ominous, moonless night shields his layers of make-up on his face tilted downwards the whole duration, his cloak’s hood conveniently covering his head. Eunhyuk wraps his limbs around himself into a tight ball after taking a seat on the ship’s wooden floor and readjusts the multilayered skirts of his sister’s blue dress. The sheathed knife strapped to his thigh creates an uncomfortable imprint against his skin he tries to ignore.
Instead he studies the other girls, mostly frightened but too exhausted to resist falling asleep all huddled together. Instead of resting, his head starts calculating each possible move to make to savage this situation and make it out alive. He needs to find an isolated soldier once they reach the infamous rouge army fortress and switch out of these clothes immediately. His plan is simple, infiltrate from the inside and accomplish the King’s mission any way he can. It’s too late to back out now.
Stiffly, Eunhyuk wobbles back onto his feet and massages his achy muscles as the girls around him does the same. He’s barely listening as one of the King’s men instructs them to be patriotic and sacrifice at any cost for the security and longevity of the kingdom. What does peak his interest is the tiny bottles of poison disguised as locket necklaces being passed out one by one. Holding back a scoff, he clasps it around his neck as ordered and follows the line filing onto shore. This is the ingenious plan the King came up with?
They’re herded through the opened gates and directly into an enormous room, empty except for a few men watching them enter. Eunhyuk is situated towards the back and is unable to see or hear anything happening in front. Resigned, he takes note of the dimensions of the area as well as attempting to peek at the different hallways leading out from here.
He’s not sure how but he has to break away from the group soon until he's alarmed and anxious as a firm hand under his elbow forcibly guides him away from his spot. There’s only one thought running through his head, fuck fuck fuck.
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The doors slam open and shut, Eunhyuk swallows nervously and gnaws on his lower lip when he can feel another presence right behind him. His eyes still lingering on the intricately woven tassels holding the snow white curtains open leading to the balcony and orangey-red hues of a setting sun. It’s breath-taking and he feels his lungs forgetting to work as he searches longingly into the distance to a faraway place, home.
There’s only a brief pause before the other person clears his voice, finally boldly stepping forward and critically inspects Eunhyuk with his arms crossed. His stance is strong and rigid but his expression is soft, too youthful and noninvasive to be so notorious and revered.
“What is your name?” Tablo inquires abruptly, almost in a bored tone.
“Eunhyuk, Lee Eunhyuk,” With barely auditable whisper disguised as shyness, he answers quickly before turning his head downwards again. The less he spoke, the better his chances are of not being detected. This was not supposed to happen, he never expected to be picked by the leader himself. Now all his plans are spoiled, time to improvise quickly.
“Eunhyuk?” Tablo says with a curious edge but still blank of expression, “That’s a man’s name.”
His cheeks turning involuntarily reddish from his rather big slip-up, Eunhyuk subconsciously covers them with his hands, “I-My father wanted a boy…and I looked more like one than my sister...”
“Hmm…”
“That and they said I looked really ridiculous in dresses. I should wear pants instead,” Eunhyuk adds as he lets out a sigh, saying it outloud reminded him this dress and corset is beginning to become unbearable.
“So I got the boy of the house instead?” Tablo asks with a glint in his eye and doesn’t wait for an answer as he turns his back to the other, dragging a heavy wooden chair across the carpet.
Eunhyuk’s grip on the small knife’s handle underneath his right thigh tightens at those spoken words, ready to pull the weapon out at just the right calculated moment.
Decisively positioning the chair right in front of Eunhyuk, Tablo sits down and stares unwaveringly with the bare hints of a frown, “Why did the King send you here?”
“Because the King respects you and your men greatly and wants to show his appreciation,” Eunhyuk answers too readily, this line already rehearsed extensively.
Scoffing, Tablo reacts disdainfully at those words, “Appreciate? Hardly. I’m going to ask you again, why did he send you here?”
“You’ve misunderstood, the King-”
A cold hand covers his mouth and muffles the rest of his response, Tablo now inches from his face and he tries to turn away from that piercing stare to no avail.
“The King would love nothing better than me dead, I already know that so don’t bother giving me anymore of that bullshit,” Tablo speculates as he watches the other for subtle changes of expression, “You’re different from the rest of them. You weren’t afraid at all and you were scanning and memorizing your surroundings the entire time. Like a person with an agenda.”
Pushing down his frenzied panic, Eunhyuk blinks his eyes innocently and shakes his head in denial.
“Now I’m going to ask you one last time, why did he send you?”
Tablo’s breath is hot and demanding against his ear and for a second Eunhyuk almost wants to confess everything. Still, he shakes his head adamantly and his lips are incidentally glazing across the other’s palm back and forth, back and forth. Suddenly, that hand becomes slack and starts pulling away just as Eunhyuk starts to speak and Tablo's thumb is dragged partway into his mouth, briefly touching his tongue.
The flickering light from the candles nearby show a shadowy illumination of the faint imprint of lipstick on top of the lines running across Tablo’s palm and he closes his fingers into a fist as if he’s holding onto something. His attention goes back to Eunhyuk glancing inquiringly and fidgeting with his hands placed underneath his thighs, completely unaware of how the corners of his mouth are smeared red.
Almost instinctively, Tablo brushes his fingertips against the same soft skin to wipe it away and unknowingly grins when the other stares back confusedly with his mouth open just a little once again. Fixated, Tablo touches and lingers on those lips so he can feel them trembling ever so slightly. He leans forward and captures them with his own, a rush of adrenaline circumvents his entire body at the contrasting taste of heavy lipstick against warm, malleable lips.
That is until he’s roughly pushed away and wide, shocked eyes are momentarily locked with his own. Eunhyuk wraps his arms protectively over the front of his body and lets out a strangled, anguished noise from the back of his throat. There’s this naive innocence displayed so openly that confuses Tablo completely because it's unexpected and alluring in a way he can’t seem to understand at all.
It causes him to grab the other by the neck and press their lips together once again, becoming only more insistent in his needy actions as Eunhyuk starts resisting and shoving with the palms of his hands. This only encourages Tablo to determinedly stick his probing tongue into other other’s mouth and makes possessive swirls against the velvety inside walls.
He hears a soft cry and it awakens him to what he’s actually doing. Pulling back, he’s stricken by a twinge of guilt for this unintentional, uncharacteristic move on his part. There are hot tears that never fall but Eunhyuk is visibly upset and completely silent.
“That…” Tablo clears his throat and seems almost apologetic, “Are you okay?”
“So this is how you treat women,” Eunhyuk spits out disgustedly, “The rumors are true-”
“That I’m a pig with women, I kill innocent people like little ants under my feet, I’m a ruthless dictator who will do anything for power?" Tablo lists off autmatically and nonchalantly, "It’s a big reputation to live up to but someone has to do it, isn’t that so?”
“And you’re proud of it,” Eunhyuk states scornfully, meanwhile taking a firm grip onto the knife’s handle.
“I can’t help what people say and think, can I?” Tablo contemplates with a shrug of his shoulder before leading forward again curiously, “But you’re not afraid of me at all. Just anger...and hate. This is definitely interesting.”
Eunhyuk scowls as he secretly pulls the blade out of its sheath, still hidden under the folds of his dress.
“I like this look on you,” Tablo says with a genuinely amused smile, “Like a kitten pretending to be a mountain lion, except your baby face is betraying you. It’s cute though, are you going to mewl for me?”
With his last words, Tablo pins Eunhyuk back against the cushiony bed and runs his hands deliberately slow and teasingly down the other’s tense arms, “Do you know what makes me so good at what I do? Why your king is so scared yet too wimpy to kill me himself? I can read souls.”
Eunhyuk stares challengingly back into those dark, piercing eyes and he realizes too late this is a huge mistake. His arm with the hidden weapon twitches once. With a knowing look, Tablo’s slack hold on Eunhyuk’s right arm tightens painfully around his wrist.
It’s an iron grip that moves too fast and unexpectantly for Eunhyuk to react to as the knife’s blade cuts through fabric and briefly across his the back of his leg’s as it’s forcibly pulled out from underneath. Eunhyuk lets out a brief groan but just as quickly hardens his hold on the knife even with the other’s hand over his and plunges the blade just barely into Tablo’s shoulder, the speedy improvisation allowing little time for accuracy.
Exhaling sharply as Tablo automatically jerks it out and places the blade hard against Eunhyuk’s neck, laughing openly, “Not bad for a baby cat. This is going to be more a lot interesting than I even thought.”
to be continued...
Madelyn <3
Hyuk wants to show how much he loves you too
(almost as much as I do ;D)
Characters: Eunhyuk/Tablo, other characters t.b.d.
Author: Linh/ElmersGlue128
Rating: R
Length: Part 1 out of 3
Genre: Fantasy AU / Action / Epic Drama (I've offically gone crazy, this is why...)
Words: 2,102
Summary: Secretly taking his sister's place, Eunhyuk disguised as a woman is sent by the king on a mission to destroy the mysterious rogue army general at all costs. In the time of warriors and kingdoms and chaos, this is an untold story of an impossible love.
Dedicated: to Madelyn93! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!! HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN!!!!!!!!!!! LOVE YOU LOTS! <3 <3 <3
Comments: This is posted late, I'm super sorry! This really just wasn't turning out the way I wanted to and is rushed too D: I'm still soo disatisfied but time caught up on me so here is my failish part 1. gah!
Seriously THANK YOU to everyone who left a comment for my video teaser (a few of them really touched me <3) and I'm super sorry I haven't had the chance to reply to them. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
The howling wind violently rustles through his clothes and cause his cloak to flap senselessly about as he urges his horse to move impossibly faster. With a rough tug, he pulls to a stop and hastily ties the reins to pole in the stable. Hopping off agilely, Eunhyuk hears his own footsteps echoing hollowly through the door and down the familiar hallway he hasn’t seen in years into the common room.
His mother’s tear-stained face and father’s tense backside leave him looking at his sister staring stoically back, sickly pale with fear. Taking the remaining steps forward, Eunhyuk slips one hand into his sister’s and grabs the piece of parchment on the table with the other. His eyes scan through it quickly before incredulously focusing on the royal crown insignia at the bottom.
His mother is the first to break the silence, her voice laced with horror, “What are we going to do? They’re going to take her away to some God-forsaken place and that horrendous group of savages!”
“This can’t be right, I’ve served the King for so long, I’ve pledged my allegiance to him since the beginning. This should’ve protected her, I don’t understand how this could’ve happened! It’s going to be okay. I’ll go appeal this, I’ll leave right now and get to the palace by tomorrow morning and-”
“The girls are all ordered to be escorted away at midnight. We and many families have already gone to the town lord to plead with him but he told us consider it an honor to serve for the King. He wouldn’t even take a bribe, the corrupt rat he is but he still has his loyalties,” his father shakes his head in senseless exhaustion, “It’s a suicide mission and the King is sending these girls to their deaths. There is no way they’ll succeed in assassinating Tablo, the rogue army leader.”
“Can’t we hide her? Send her away for a while?” his mother asks desperately.
Eunhyuk shakes his head, answering distractedly and deep in thought, “The whole family will be arrested and executed without trial.”
“But we can’t let them come and take my daughter away like this!” his mother cries forlornly and turns away.
His sister squeezes his hand and smiles bravely, her shaky but determined voice cuts through the small space, “There’s nothing else we can do, I must go.”
“I won’t let that to happen, noona,” Eunhyuk squeezes back and hugs her.
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The ominous, moonless night shields his layers of make-up on his face tilted downwards the whole duration, his cloak’s hood conveniently covering his head. Eunhyuk wraps his limbs around himself into a tight ball after taking a seat on the ship’s wooden floor and readjusts the multilayered skirts of his sister’s blue dress. The sheathed knife strapped to his thigh creates an uncomfortable imprint against his skin he tries to ignore.
Instead he studies the other girls, mostly frightened but too exhausted to resist falling asleep all huddled together. Instead of resting, his head starts calculating each possible move to make to savage this situation and make it out alive. He needs to find an isolated soldier once they reach the infamous rouge army fortress and switch out of these clothes immediately. His plan is simple, infiltrate from the inside and accomplish the King’s mission any way he can. It’s too late to back out now.
Stiffly, Eunhyuk wobbles back onto his feet and massages his achy muscles as the girls around him does the same. He’s barely listening as one of the King’s men instructs them to be patriotic and sacrifice at any cost for the security and longevity of the kingdom. What does peak his interest is the tiny bottles of poison disguised as locket necklaces being passed out one by one. Holding back a scoff, he clasps it around his neck as ordered and follows the line filing onto shore. This is the ingenious plan the King came up with?
They’re herded through the opened gates and directly into an enormous room, empty except for a few men watching them enter. Eunhyuk is situated towards the back and is unable to see or hear anything happening in front. Resigned, he takes note of the dimensions of the area as well as attempting to peek at the different hallways leading out from here.
He’s not sure how but he has to break away from the group soon until he's alarmed and anxious as a firm hand under his elbow forcibly guides him away from his spot. There’s only one thought running through his head, fuck fuck fuck.
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The doors slam open and shut, Eunhyuk swallows nervously and gnaws on his lower lip when he can feel another presence right behind him. His eyes still lingering on the intricately woven tassels holding the snow white curtains open leading to the balcony and orangey-red hues of a setting sun. It’s breath-taking and he feels his lungs forgetting to work as he searches longingly into the distance to a faraway place, home.
There’s only a brief pause before the other person clears his voice, finally boldly stepping forward and critically inspects Eunhyuk with his arms crossed. His stance is strong and rigid but his expression is soft, too youthful and noninvasive to be so notorious and revered.
“What is your name?” Tablo inquires abruptly, almost in a bored tone.
“Eunhyuk, Lee Eunhyuk,” With barely auditable whisper disguised as shyness, he answers quickly before turning his head downwards again. The less he spoke, the better his chances are of not being detected. This was not supposed to happen, he never expected to be picked by the leader himself. Now all his plans are spoiled, time to improvise quickly.
“Eunhyuk?” Tablo says with a curious edge but still blank of expression, “That’s a man’s name.”
His cheeks turning involuntarily reddish from his rather big slip-up, Eunhyuk subconsciously covers them with his hands, “I-My father wanted a boy…and I looked more like one than my sister...”
“Hmm…”
“That and they said I looked really ridiculous in dresses. I should wear pants instead,” Eunhyuk adds as he lets out a sigh, saying it outloud reminded him this dress and corset is beginning to become unbearable.
“So I got the boy of the house instead?” Tablo asks with a glint in his eye and doesn’t wait for an answer as he turns his back to the other, dragging a heavy wooden chair across the carpet.
Eunhyuk’s grip on the small knife’s handle underneath his right thigh tightens at those spoken words, ready to pull the weapon out at just the right calculated moment.
Decisively positioning the chair right in front of Eunhyuk, Tablo sits down and stares unwaveringly with the bare hints of a frown, “Why did the King send you here?”
“Because the King respects you and your men greatly and wants to show his appreciation,” Eunhyuk answers too readily, this line already rehearsed extensively.
Scoffing, Tablo reacts disdainfully at those words, “Appreciate? Hardly. I’m going to ask you again, why did he send you here?”
“You’ve misunderstood, the King-”
A cold hand covers his mouth and muffles the rest of his response, Tablo now inches from his face and he tries to turn away from that piercing stare to no avail.
“The King would love nothing better than me dead, I already know that so don’t bother giving me anymore of that bullshit,” Tablo speculates as he watches the other for subtle changes of expression, “You’re different from the rest of them. You weren’t afraid at all and you were scanning and memorizing your surroundings the entire time. Like a person with an agenda.”
Pushing down his frenzied panic, Eunhyuk blinks his eyes innocently and shakes his head in denial.
“Now I’m going to ask you one last time, why did he send you?”
Tablo’s breath is hot and demanding against his ear and for a second Eunhyuk almost wants to confess everything. Still, he shakes his head adamantly and his lips are incidentally glazing across the other’s palm back and forth, back and forth. Suddenly, that hand becomes slack and starts pulling away just as Eunhyuk starts to speak and Tablo's thumb is dragged partway into his mouth, briefly touching his tongue.
The flickering light from the candles nearby show a shadowy illumination of the faint imprint of lipstick on top of the lines running across Tablo’s palm and he closes his fingers into a fist as if he’s holding onto something. His attention goes back to Eunhyuk glancing inquiringly and fidgeting with his hands placed underneath his thighs, completely unaware of how the corners of his mouth are smeared red.
Almost instinctively, Tablo brushes his fingertips against the same soft skin to wipe it away and unknowingly grins when the other stares back confusedly with his mouth open just a little once again. Fixated, Tablo touches and lingers on those lips so he can feel them trembling ever so slightly. He leans forward and captures them with his own, a rush of adrenaline circumvents his entire body at the contrasting taste of heavy lipstick against warm, malleable lips.
That is until he’s roughly pushed away and wide, shocked eyes are momentarily locked with his own. Eunhyuk wraps his arms protectively over the front of his body and lets out a strangled, anguished noise from the back of his throat. There’s this naive innocence displayed so openly that confuses Tablo completely because it's unexpected and alluring in a way he can’t seem to understand at all.
It causes him to grab the other by the neck and press their lips together once again, becoming only more insistent in his needy actions as Eunhyuk starts resisting and shoving with the palms of his hands. This only encourages Tablo to determinedly stick his probing tongue into other other’s mouth and makes possessive swirls against the velvety inside walls.
He hears a soft cry and it awakens him to what he’s actually doing. Pulling back, he’s stricken by a twinge of guilt for this unintentional, uncharacteristic move on his part. There are hot tears that never fall but Eunhyuk is visibly upset and completely silent.
“That…” Tablo clears his throat and seems almost apologetic, “Are you okay?”
“So this is how you treat women,” Eunhyuk spits out disgustedly, “The rumors are true-”
“That I’m a pig with women, I kill innocent people like little ants under my feet, I’m a ruthless dictator who will do anything for power?" Tablo lists off autmatically and nonchalantly, "It’s a big reputation to live up to but someone has to do it, isn’t that so?”
“And you’re proud of it,” Eunhyuk states scornfully, meanwhile taking a firm grip onto the knife’s handle.
“I can’t help what people say and think, can I?” Tablo contemplates with a shrug of his shoulder before leading forward again curiously, “But you’re not afraid of me at all. Just anger...and hate. This is definitely interesting.”
Eunhyuk scowls as he secretly pulls the blade out of its sheath, still hidden under the folds of his dress.
“I like this look on you,” Tablo says with a genuinely amused smile, “Like a kitten pretending to be a mountain lion, except your baby face is betraying you. It’s cute though, are you going to mewl for me?”
With his last words, Tablo pins Eunhyuk back against the cushiony bed and runs his hands deliberately slow and teasingly down the other’s tense arms, “Do you know what makes me so good at what I do? Why your king is so scared yet too wimpy to kill me himself? I can read souls.”
Eunhyuk stares challengingly back into those dark, piercing eyes and he realizes too late this is a huge mistake. His arm with the hidden weapon twitches once. With a knowing look, Tablo’s slack hold on Eunhyuk’s right arm tightens painfully around his wrist.
It’s an iron grip that moves too fast and unexpectantly for Eunhyuk to react to as the knife’s blade cuts through fabric and briefly across his the back of his leg’s as it’s forcibly pulled out from underneath. Eunhyuk lets out a brief groan but just as quickly hardens his hold on the knife even with the other’s hand over his and plunges the blade just barely into Tablo’s shoulder, the speedy improvisation allowing little time for accuracy.
Exhaling sharply as Tablo automatically jerks it out and places the blade hard against Eunhyuk’s neck, laughing openly, “Not bad for a baby cat. This is going to be more a lot interesting than I even thought.”
to be continued...
Madelyn <3
Hyuk wants to show how much he loves you too
(almost as much as I do ;D)