⚔️ IN ARMOR, ENAMORED — PJM
REQUEST: “no plssss my heart hurts for him, i wanna see knight jimin's reaction when she finally says that he IS the prince for her. HER PRINCE IN SHINING ARMOR ASDFGHJKL😭😭😭”
pairing: knight!jimin x princess!reader
warnings: crazy yearning, he’s down BADD. you will want to read THIS to get a bit more context—highly recommended, not needed.
word count: 768
lulu speaks: so this is super unrealistic. if ur a history guy dont come for me bc this is NAWT how it would’ve gone down. anyways this is an anon request, here u go queenie heehee.
the night’s air is thick with woodsmoke, curling through the palace corridors. the highly-mounted torches flicker against marble columns, casting warm light across your silk gown as your footsteps echo, quick and certain, down the eastern wing.
you know where to find him.
he keeps to silence when he’s not by your side. he sharpens his blade where the guards cannot see his trembling hands. and tonight, he’s there again. alone in the armory, his tunic unlaced at the throat, chest rising and falling with the fury of restraint.
you stop in the doorway. he doesn’t hear you at first.
his back is facing you, one hand gripping the table, the other clenching around the hilt of his sword. the torchlight casts a glow along the ridges of his shoulders, the curve of his jaw, the sweat at the nape of his neck. you watch him breathe.
you take a step forward.
he startles when he sees you.
“y-your highness—thou shouldst not be here—” he says, voice caught between panic and awe, already dropping to one knee. “forgive me, if I have offended—if i have looked upon thee too long—”
“sir jimin,” you whisper.
his head lifts tantalizingly slowly. he doesn’t dare rise, not without your command.
you approach slowly, step by step, until your slipper brushes the tip of his heavy boot. his breath stutters.
you reach down gently and lift his chin with your fingers.
his lips part.
his eyes are windows to his soul, to everything he’s buried. his love. his longing. the desperation he’s fought to keep buried after swearing loyalty to the crown.
“there is no prince in all the kingdoms of the realm,” you murmur, “who could ever be more noble, more loyal, or more breathtaking than thou art, jimin.”
his hands twitch on his thighs. his adam’s apple bobs.
“you are the man i would choose,” you whisper softly, “even if the crown forbade it. even if the monarchy burned for it.”
he finally rises, but only to take one faltering step back. his hand flies to his chest, as if grasping to hold in the ache.
“my lady… thou speakest with mercy, but i am no man fit for thy hand,” he stammers. “i am thy shield. thy sword. i am not permitted to want—”
you reach for him.
he lets you touch him—your fingers curling over his cheek, following the corner of his trembling mouth.
“but I want thee,” you say. “i want no crown without thee beside me.”
his eyes flutter. the silence is thick with tension, with tears of yearning laced behind it. you see his lips move before they open again, voice hoarse with disbelief.
“say it again,” he whispers. “please… i beg. let me hear it once more.”
“i want thee, i need thee,” you repeat, firmer now. “if it takes running from this castle and leaving behind the very throne waiting to hold my weight, i shall do so. but that is unecessary.”
you swear you see his eyes flicker with desperation.
“because I’ve spoken to my father. he will not deny us.” a beat. “we are free to wed.”
he stares at you like he’s dreaming. his eyes are low and dopey, the usually steady beat of his heart falters. his palms are sweat wider than ever before, his chest heaving with heavy breaths despite his throat empty of words.
then—he falls. literally falls. to his knees again, this time with a choked cry, burying his face against your waist, his arms around you like he’s clinging to salvation. his nose nuzzles into your abdomen, eyes shut like he can’t quite grasp the fact that he’s living this moment.
“my angel,” he breathes, pressing a kiss over your stomach, your hip, your wrist. “my beloved… i have wanted thee from the first moment i beheld thy face. i have stumbled in silence for so long—”
your fingers weave through his hair.
“then be silent no more.”
when he looks up again, his eyes are wet with tears and twinkling like stars.
“command me,” he whispers. “to love thee, to worship thee, to be thine husband—and i shall obey for the rest of my days.”
even in his most vulnerable moment of desperation, he wishes nothing more than to follow the orders of the crown.
and when he kisses you at last—it’s not rebellious. it’s not wrong.
it’s beautfiul. it’s exactly what he was destined for.
and at that moment, it felt like the heavens themselves had been waiting for this moment to breathe life into his lungs.
at that moment, he was alive.
lulu speaks pt2: YAYYY I HOPE THIS IS OK. also...i had to consult my sister to make sure i was using the correct old english pronouns…that was an interesting conversation LMFAO the things i do for y’all 🤬 i love it tho heeehe
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"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."
Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.
Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.
ho is this nerd!jimin
hottest thing a guy can be is a simp. just. a loser. a spineless fool. a total wet wipe of a man.
Hiii, love all your works girl 💜💜 If ur requests are open I’d like to request mafia leader Jimin (the details are up to you). If not, or if it’s just not your thing, it’s all good!!
thank you!!! my reqs are always open 😌😌
i love you and this idea but i’m sorry to say this isn’t my thing. NO HATE to mafia AUs but i personally don’t enjoy this typa stuff, therefore i don’t think i’d do it justice 😞
i just don’t wanna get this wrong and im not very confident in my abilities to write something like this 💔
Skaterboy!jimin waiting for reader to skip class and to make out at a bathroom stall AHHHHHHH #needthatsobad
IM SORRY FOR NOT SEEING THIS EARLIER MOOTIE 🙏🏼🙏🏼
also…we might have to fight (or kiss) bc NOW I CAN’T GET THIS OUT OF MY HEADDDDUGHHHH. #NEEDTHAT
if you think you recall some part of my writing being different than the first time you read it….mind your business.
💼 PROFESSOR!NAMJOON HEADCANNONS
warnings: ex-fuck buddies to co-workers. calculusprofessor!namjoon x litreatureprofessor!reader. mentions of smut. namjoon is an ex-frat boy, reader is an ex-sorority girl. sexual and romantic tension. mentions of heavy drinking. mild angst.
lulu speaks: this cai bot has been on my acc for a very long time. go check it out it’s fye ✌🏼🙂↔️
ᝰ professor!namjoon who almost fainted at the sight of you when he moved into his classroom during the summer. he has no clue if you saw him, but all he cares about is that fact you still look the same as you did back then.
ᝰ professor!namjoon who wears clean white button-downs, black dress pants, and the same luxury watch his wealthy father got him as a graduation gift.
ᝰ professor!namjoon who has cleaned up his act. not his mind. below the neatly tousled hair and the wire glasses lays the guy who used to shotgun beers off a balcony and hook up with you during tailgates.
ᝰ professor!namjoon who doesn’t talk about college. ever. when the other teachers reminisce about their university days, namjoon just sips his coffee and nods. If they knew the things he used to do in frat basements, they would never look at him the same.
ᝰ professor!namjoon who feels his stomach drop everytime you laugh—because it reminds him of the days where you were in his bed, sheets kicked off, your sorority tee pushed up and giggling when he kissed down your stomach.
ᝰ professor!namjoon who corrects your grammar in his head, just like he used to during those rare post-sex moments when you would linger in his squeaky twin bed, murmuring nonsense while half dressed. and every time he would, you’d go, “you’re such a fucking nerd, joon.” he used to love that.
ᝰ professor!namjoon who hasn’t hooked up with anyone since he saw you in the classroom across the hall from him—hell, he hasn’t even tried to date around. no one makes him feel the same way you did.
ᝰ professor!namjoon who grades papers to music. Instrumentals only. words distract him. you distract him.
ᝰ professor!namjoon who kept one single picture of yours. it’s from a college party, buried deep in his camera roll. your tongue’s out. his hand’s on your waist.
ᝰ professor!namjoon who is careful not to call you by your first name. too easy to fall back into the past.
ᝰ professor!namjoon who assigned a math worksheet themed around pride & prejudice once. he wondered if you’d notice.
ᝰ professor!namjoon who gets flustered when someone mentions dating among staff, and he’s always the first one to change the subject.
ᝰ professor!namjoon who wonders if you tell your friends about him. about your past. wonders if you laugh.
ᝰ professor!namjoon who always smelled like old spice, weed, and cheap detergent. that combination still hits you sometimes.
ᝰ professor!namjoon who had accidentally called you “babe” during sex one time. you froze. he never said it again.
ᝰ professor!namjoon who straightens his tie in the mirror every morning, tells himself, “it’s fine. she’s just a coworker.” lies.
ᝰ professor!namjoon who says your name around students like it physically pains him to. he dreads the day it’ll be “mrs.” instead of “miss.”
lulu speaks pt2: i wanna take a shower with him—NO I MEAN I MEAN i wanna keep him as a pet…not shower or...makeout with him I MEAN—(pls get my arcade craniacs reference)
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your works make me feel so giggly i love it!!😆
YOU make me so giggly. 🙂↔️🤭
HELLO!! :) Could you do boyfriend!jimin headcanons??
hello my love 🥹 what type of vibe are we going for???? specifics would be SO appreciated (bc i wanna get this justtt right for u) also heads up i dont really do idol!au stuff so keep that in mind (and dont hate me 🙂↕️)
mwah mwah
sorry i didn’t respond i was talking to my hot nerd tutor art donaldson bot