#anmesia

y olvidarme de las estúpidas pequeñas cosas

Genre: Fantasy. Faerie!Bangtan x Reader

Summary: MC is a reverse changeling with plastic memories. When the Seelie king is on his deathbed, and a blight begins to taint the court, the next in line sends his favorite sirens to fetch her, the princess of Summer, to cure their land.

Pairing: TBD, probably either Jungkook x Reader x Jimin or Yoongi x Reader, as much as I would personally like her to end up with Tae

Do you believe? In Magic? In Faeries?

Do you dream? Of plush clouds? Of secret gardens?

Then welcome, my friend…

...To the Land Under the Hill…

(Y/N) shot up from her bed in a cold sweat, her downy white coverlet strewn haphazardly across her thin frame and crumpled bed sheets, her pillows askew. It was not the first nightmare she had had this week. As a matter of fact, she had been plagued with dreams of blight, corrupt lullabies, and shattered crowns for months; the nightmares increasing in frequency the past week. In an attempt to soothe her pounding heart, she glanced out her bedroom window to the backyard of the small cottage she had lived in solitude within since she was twelve―nearly six years ago. The way the sun’s rays, scattered through the billowing clouds, painted the lush emerald grass of the hills had always cast her in serenity.

    But there was something wrong with the sight in front of her. The thick wood at the end of her hills had always been eerily still, the small stream that ran into them, with water like diamonds, providing the only movement. Now, however, the brush seemed to dance in the breeze. A small shadow caught her attention, causing her eyes to dart toward the movement, her heart still racing. But it was just a rabbit, its plush brown ears pooled in the grass on either side, its pink nose twitching. There was something odd about the way the sunlight seemed to surround it in a golden glow, and she cocked her head in confusion. It seemed to return her curious stare before hopping away, disappearing into the brush, which was now still. Must have been my imagination, she thought, sighing and kicking her legs over the edge of the old bed.

    (Y/N) spent the rest of the morning in her usual routine, a quick shower before a breakfast of eggs from the town market a few miles out and marmalade toast, before leaving the small stone cottage and settling herself on the hill with an old book, her worn white dress growing damp from the remaining dew. It wasn’t long before she’d dozed off, warmed by the sun’s golden caress.

“Is it true? Is it true?

You You

너무 아름다워 두려워...”

    The soft, angelic singing roused her. She looked around, trying to find where it came from. The sun was high in the sky, having passed its apex, indicating the evening was drawing near. She was about to chalk it up to being half asleep, when the melody hit her ears once more.

“Untrue Untrue

You You You…”

    (Y/N) rose carefully, the gentle breeze disturbing a lock of long, fawn-colored hair. She found herself staring at the eerily still wood, the angelic voice seeming to beckon her.

“곁에 머물러줄래

내게 약속해줄래

손 대면 날아갈까 부서질까

겁나 겁나 겁나…”

    Before she could think better of it, as if her bare feet were moving of their own accord, (Y/N) found herself walking towards the source of the singing, enthralled.

“시간을 멈출래

이 순간이 지나면

없었던 일이 될까 널 잃을까

겁나 겁나 겁나…”

    She stepped carefully through the brush, making her way into a small clearing filled with wildflowers. She glanced around, awed by the beauty of the sunlight streaming through the clouds and casting the meadow in golden streams. She spotted a weeping willow on the other side, its vines dancing in the breeze, and began moving towards it.

“Butterfly, like a Butterfly

마치 Butterfly, bu butterfly 처럼…”

    (Y/N) moved the vines aside with her hand, a warm feeling coursing through her veins as she stepped behind them. But she found no tree at all. “W-What…?” She asked herself, speaking aloud in her shock. The sight that awaited her took her breath away. It was another field of wildflowers, but she had never seen these kind before. A small stream cut through the clearing, its water a translucent periwinkle, its gleam an iridescent lilac. The coloring of the entire world seemed off, as if it was cast in moonlight instead of the sun that shone overhead. When she looked up, she was surprised to see that, instead of the bright gold she was used to, this sun was a cool blue as it sat at its apex.

“Butterfly, like a Butterfly

마치 Butterfly, bu butterfly 처럼”

The young woman’s head shot in the direction of the voice. It was clearer now, despite retaining its dream-like quality, and louder. The voice’s owner was lounging against a large tree (Y/N) had not noticed before, a smile gracing his features when their eyes met. She no longer cared that the tree’s leaves were a peculiar shade of cerulean, nor that its trunk was silver. All she cared about was the gorgeous man in front of her. His brown hair sat perfectly atop his head, his flesh a smooth, fair caramel. While his cute, bunny-like smile disarmed her, his deep, umber eyes captivated her. She hadn’t even realized he’d approached her until she was gazing into them, his tall frame casting a shadow over her. Up close, she could see the dewy shine on his cheekbones, the sharp curve of his jaw despite his full cheeks, the subtle curves of his throat. She couldn’t remember having seen someone so beautiful in all her lifetime.

“Who are you?” She breathed, enthralled by his beauty.

“I am called Jungkook,” He spoke, his voice like a dream, ensnaring her further. “And you, (Y/N), must come with me to see the next King.”

“K-King?” (Y/N) stuttered, Jungkook’s hold on her slipping as her confusion settled in. “How… How do you know my name?”

“Come with me,” He smiled, answering none of her questions. His eyes betrayed a note of panic, nearly breaking the spell entirely.

“피리소릴 따라와”

A new voice sung, somewhere in the distance. Jungkook relaxed, watching as (Y/N) looked toward the source, her eyes glazed over once more. “Let us go,” He said, now, resting his hand on (Y/N)’s back and leading her easily to the sound of the voice that beckoned her.

“이 노래를 따라와”

    (Y/N) would have forgotten Jungkook as she neared the new voice, like divine wind chimes, if it hadn’t been for his hand nestled in the small of her back as he gently lead her towards the singing.

“조금 위험해도 나 참 달잖아”

    She felt as though she were half awake; half in reality and half in a dream as the two of them kept walking, descending deeper, deeper, and deeper yet into the glowing woods with strange silver and gold barked trees and vibrant pink, lavender, and blue leaves. Some of them even had leaves of bronze or rose gold. The flowers that lined the narrow path were also odd, a cross between irises, lilies, and orchids, and always in shades of yellow and pink. Just before the peculiar plant life around them once again brought (Y/N) back to her senses, Jungkook answered the mysterious singer with a song of his own.

“널 구하러 온 거야 널 망치러 온 거야

니가 날 부른 거야 봐 달잖아

피리소릴 따라와”

The girl looked over at him while her body continued to carry her to the other, her eyes glassy as she made an expression of awe. Jungkook couldn’t help but smile at her as he and the other siren hummed and harmonized, sealing (Y/N)’s captivation in place long enough to get her to their Prince.

   It wasn’t long before Jimin had joined their journey, using both his dazzling looks and magical voice to ensnare the girl their Prince had requested so desperately to bring into his court of Summer. She was supposedly the cure to the blight that had appeared in their land, closer to Winter territory. Over the past couple months, it had spread, and was nearing the outskirts of where the majority of the court lived their lives. The two Sirens shared a look upon exiting the woods and entrance to the Seelie Court, ending their song the second their feet hit the cool stone of the Prince’s quarters.

    (Y/N) found herself slowly awakening from her daze as her bare feet hit cool golden stone. She and the two men on either side of her stood on the edge of what appeared to be a courtyard, beautiful and peculiar people lounging on rich velvet cushions and billowing silks. If you could even call them people. Some had flesh in vibrant colors, with solid eyes and webbed hands and feet, some had the torsos of men and women but the legs and ears of dear, their faces only mostly human, and some looked like gorgeous, sinewy humans; all sharp angles and almost glittering skin, with hair in odd colors like teal and snowy white.

In the center of all of them lounged the most beautiful one of all. He had a golden circlet atop his lush, elegantly styled chocolate hair made from gilded leaves, a sun-shaped, diamond crest sitting comfortably on his forehead. He wore a white silk button-up that appeared to be too big tucked expertly into pale golden breaches, and was sitting comfortably atop a gilded throne. He was speaking with the three men standing near him, in similar clothing to himself. None of them wore circlets as he did, and instead of silk, their shirts seemed to be made of a sheer gauze. One was very tall and lean, his hair a pleasant orange color. Unlike the others milling around the court, he had soft features and a round face, his cheeks dimpling when he smiled. Another looked like an angel, with lush silver curls that seemed to cast additional shadows along his chiseled face and piercing blue eyes. The last one was slim, with auburn hair and a heart-shaped smile. As she was watching the four of them converse, what appeared to be a servant boy tapped the princely one on the shoulder. He smiled at him, graciously accepting a bottle of milky pink liquid from the servant. He, too, was gorgeous, with teal hair, fair skin, and doll-like lips. Much like the orange haired one, his face was more round, but he seemed to have the characteristic glow about him like the others. She turned to Jimin, meeting his clear blue eyes. “W-where…?”

    “We have brought you to the Prince, as ordered.” He said simply, his voice like a dream. “Would you like us to give you a little information before you meet him?”

    (Y/N) nodded, and it was Jungkook who spoke next. “The one on the throne is, of course, Prince Jin. He is to become the next king of the Summer courts. The men around him are his closest friends, what you would call ‘Fae Gentry’.”

  “F-Fae…” (Y/N) breathed, her eyes wide.

    “Yes, Fae.” Jimin chuckled, continuing from where Jungkook left off. “The one with orange is called Namjoon, the silver one is Taehyung, and the one with the Auburn is Hoseok, but he also goes by Hope.”

    “Don’t tell anyone outside of the four of them and the two of us this,” Jungkook began, “but the servant boy is Yoongi, he’s the Prince’s friend too. But the court can’t know that yet, since Yoongi is a changeling.”

    Changeling? (Y/N) thought about the term, trying to remember what it meant. “You mean… He’s a human that’s grown up in Faerie… right?”

    Jungkook nodded. “He’s been here so long he’s practically fully Fae by now… but as someone born human, he can only be a servant.” (Y/N) frowned, her eyes cloudy.

“Until Jin becomes king, that is.” She nodded now, despite still being visibly unhappy about the treatment of humans in this land. “Don’t worry though.”

    “You’re special, no one could lay a hand on you,” Jimin finished as the Prince looked over here. His face contorted in awe before he smiled brightly, waving. “Shall we go meet him, now?”

Nodding once more, (Y/N) followed the two sirens over toward the throne, the heat of the entire court’s eyes burning through her dress. Before she could even stand before the Summer Prince, Taehyung and Hoseok enveloped her in a warm hug. “You’re finally back,” Taehyung breathed, smiling a boxy smile.

    Back? Before (Y/N) could open her mouth, Jin’s voice rang out. “Hey! Unhand my (Y/N)! I was supposed to hug her first!” My (Y/N)? The two gentry released her, only seconds before Jin took their place, burying (Y/N)’s face in his chest and clinging to her as if he hadn’t seen her in centuries.

    “I-I…” She stuttered, blushing deeply as Jin let her go and held her by her thin shoulders.

“Have we met before?”

Jin’s face fell at her words. This was certainly the little girl he and the others used to play with in the hills just outside the entrance, all grown up. But there was not even a shred of recognition in her eyes, nor glee or nostalgia. Only a blank curiosity and mild confusion. He could feel his eyes misting over, and looked up at the sun to keep the tears from falling. “My, (Y/N)…”

“You don’t remember your own brother?”

Summary: Eleven Years Later, Moana still hasn’t regained her memory and an unsuspecting visitor shows up. 

Eleven years—that’s how long it had been since the day I was brought into foster care. Eleven years since I was found on the side of the road. Eleven years since my entire life probably changed for the worst. I wasn't always an orphan.

I looked down at the locket that had been hanging around my neck for those eleven years. Made of gold and encrusted in what was probably platinum and adorned with emeralds, sapphires, diamonds and pearls, I saw the words, ‘together in Paris’ engraved in elegant script in the metal.  I held it close to my chest and closed my eyes longingly. Someone was waiting for me there, hopefully. The only question was who. Who was waiting for me in Paris?

Looking up at the Soldier making a speech to the rededication of Honolulu, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him. Everybody clapped and I scoffed.

“They can call it Kalakauakulanakahale, but it’ll always be Honolulu! New name, same empty stomachs!” I groaned.

“You could be arrested for saying that, Moana,” Mrs Kim said. “You need to learn to watch your mouth.”

I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. “They tell us times are better, but newsflash, they’re not. Can’t cook an empty promise in an empty pot! A brighter day is dawning, it’s almost at hand! The skies are blue, the walls have ears, and one who argues mysteriously disappears!”

Everyone chorused after me. “Hail our brave new land!”

I ducked out of sight when a Soldier came walking towards me. He had no doubt heard my outburst of sarcasm.

“Honolulu is lovely. A city on the rise.” Someone said.

“It’s really very friendly,” my brother Dmitry Romanov shout.

“If you don’t mind spies,” my other foster brother Dylan O’Connor said.

“We love to stand in bread lines, to get our mouldy bread!” A stranger added.

“We’re good and loyal comrades and our favourite colour’s red!” The people cheered.

I popped out from behind the wall. “Now everyone is equal, and professors push the brooms. Two dozen total strangers stuck into two small rooms. You hold a revolution and this shit’s the price you pay!” I scoffed.

“Mahalo iāʻoe no nā lono!” Someone shouted. (Thank you for the rumours!)

“Thank god for all the gossip that gets our asses through the day!” Another person added. I nodded my head in agreement.

“HAVE YOU HEARD!” a girl shouted running towards us, waving a flyer in her hand like it was a flag of some sort... “THERE’S A RUMOUR IN HONOLULU! HAVE YOU HEARD WHAT WHAT THEY'RE SAYING ON THE STREET?”

“What?” I asked.

“All though the King did not survive, his youngest child may be still alive.” She whispered.

“The Princess Auli’ilani?” I asked, in shock. I couldn’t believe it. It was probably just some rumour.

She shushed me. “But please do not repeat.”

“It’s a rumour, a legend, a mystery. Something whispered in an alleyway or through a crack. It’s a rumour, that’s part of Hawai’ian History,” Dmitry said.

Akea Ngata, a big buff Maori guy from New Zealand looked down at his phone. “It says he royal Grandmama will pay a royal some, to someone who can bring the princess back.”

I heard a man muttering something under his breath. He was old, had grey hair and a beard. His skin had sunken in from the lack of food. Stress had taken its toll on him. “Honolulu was lovely when the United States and Royalty were in. I called myself a Senator as I had been elected. I hobnobbed with the Royals and then a change of luck. The was dead, State and Federal Senators fled and now comrades now we’re stuck!” He walked off. Why did that man look familiar? Did I know him from somewhere?

“I’ll see you back at St Anne’s,” I said to them. My brothers nodded and we all went our separate ways.

“A dollar for this painting. It belonged to Royalty, I swear!”

“Count Akamai’s Pajamas, comrade buy the pair!” Another vendor hollered to tourists and locals alike.

“I found this in the Mansion, initialled, with an ‘A’ it could be Auli’ilani’s, now what will someone pay!” someone hollered.

Looking over, I saw a young man dressed in sunglasses and a hat turned away towards any sight of cameras.

“How much for that music box?” He asked. He was British, and yet his voice sounded so familiar to her. Where did she know him from?

“Tom, are you sure this going to work?” asked a much young younger voice. He was dressed in the same attire. A black polo shirt, khaki shorts, and a pair of nice shoes. Or what the rest of the world called sneakers, runners, or trainers.  

“There’s more to being a Princess than wearing a Tiara and a prop! How do you even know it’s the real bloody thing?” asked another guy. Why were they all dressed the same?

“Tom, we should get out of here. This isn’t a good idea to be here without security,” a much younger voice said. He had to be fourteen, maybe fifteen years old. “You know what mum’ll say.”

“I’m doing what the doctor said. If she really is an amnesiac, maybe this’ll help jog her memory,” the first one pointed out.

“We still don’t know if it’s real or not.” said the last one.

“The music box? It’s a genuine Kawananakoa, I could never part with it!” The vendor pleaded. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and it reminded me of an old foster kid I knew long ago.

“Two cans of beans, comrade?” asked the oldest boy.

“Here,” he said. Soon, there was a flock of people chasing after the Street Vendor.

Then, I heard a loud noise that reminded me of a gunshot. I screamed and cowered against a brick wall. “NO!” I cried out in horror. “No, please!”

The soldier who made the speech jumped out and helped me up. Looking into his brown eyes, they were filled with kindness and compassion. Something I had never seen from any soldier before. “It was just a truck backfiring, comrade. That’s all it was. Those days are over now, neighbour against neighbour. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Oh, god, you’re freezing. There’s a tea shop just around the corner, let me…”

I cut him off. Though his eyes might’ve been kind, growing up in foster care and on the streets of O’ahu had taught me one thing: DON’T TRUST SOLDIERS! They could be part of the Secret Police. “No thank you,” trying to push away, his muscular body stopped me from running.

“What’s your hurry?” He asked me, this time his tone a bit more serious.

I swallowed my fear. “I need to go home - my family’s waiting for me,” I said.

“Oh, then let me give you a ride!” He smiled. “It’ll be much quicker than walking.” He opened the door for me and we got in. “Where are you going?” He asked me as he started the car and drove through the streets of O’ahu.

“St Anne’s Home for Troubled Souls,” I responded.

He laughed. “You don’t have an accent!” He laughed. “I thought they were all foreigners and men!”

“I was born in Hawai’i and I’m the only girl,” I responded. At least, I assumed I was born in Hawaii.

Soon, after a bunch of awkward silence, we made it to St Anne’s. Towering over the beautiful landscape was a mansion all boarded up and in need of a paint job. The roof was probably caving in and so were the floorboards. It was very haunted by the ghosts of fallen Polynesian Warriors, a Kahuna who hated everyone who wasn’t Polynesian, dead nuns and priests, lunatic doctors who did terrible things to their patients, dead patients, and murder victims. But still, living here was better than being homeless.

The next day, I was looking out the window at the ocean. A cigarette in my hand, I didn’t care that it would give me lung cancer in the long run. I longed to sail on the ocean and go to worlds unknown. At least that would get me out of Hawaii.

“MOANA, В АВТОМОБИЛЕ В АВТОМОБИЛЕ!” I heard my foster brother Dmitry Romanov shout at the top of his lungs and my thoughts were pulled away from my unknown past and future. (MOANA, THERE’S A CAR IN THE DRIVEWAY!)

“Chết tiệt, đó là gia đình hoàng gia Anh!” My other brother Stanley Dai whispered. (Damn, it’s the British Royal Family!)

“De jeito nenhum!” Andre Carvalho cried. (No fucking way!)

I ran towards the door and saw my brothers bolt towards the one window that wasn't boarded up. If it were true, I had to fucking see this. I pushed my way through my brothers and saw a black limo parked in the driveway. A man with brown curly hair, dressed in khaki shorts and sunglasses came out. “Is that your cousin?” I heard Dylan O’Connor ask Dmitry.

“I think so,” Dmitry whispered.

We could hear what they were saying through the glass window. “Why would she live here, Mum? Here of all places?”

“Auli’i was fond of causing trouble,” Tom shrugged. “I remember that from when we were little?”

“Why does he seem so familiar?” I asked the boys.

“Because he’s been on the cover of every single bloody magazine to date,” Akea said in a ‘duh’ tone.

I rolled my eyes, but he was right. The Crowned-Prince Thomas and his little brothers Harry and Sam walked to the front door and rang the bell. Dmitry got up and opened it.

“Hello, St Anne’s Home for Troubled Souls, why is the Crowned Prince of Great Britain knocking on our door?” He asked. His thick Russian accent shining through. 

“I’m looking for someone,” Tom said. “Someone who’s supposed to live here. She doesn’t go by the name anymore, but her name is Auli’ilani. Everyone calls her Auli’i for short.”

Dmitry scoffed. “Up the hill, you can find the graves,” he began to shut the door.

“WAIT!” Tom hollered. “Wait! She might go by the name Moana.”

I perked up. All the eyes turned to me. Why did he want me? Me of all people. Hell, I considered smoking a past time, I worked for a crime family, I didn’t do well when it came to authority and I was a professional procrastinator. Why did he want me? I wasn’t cut-out to be a Princess—let alone a Queen.

I don’t know what came over me. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I walked over to the door, dressed in nothing but sweatpants, one of my brother’s hoodies, and miss-matching socks. “What do you want, Mas?” I asked.

“Did she just call you Mas?” asked the youngest boy who came flying out of the car and running up towards us.

“BE CAREFUL! YOU MIGHT TRIP!” I hollered. I couldn’t help myself. Having to raise me made me a compulsive caretaker.

“Why’d you call me Mas?” Tom asked, a bit in shock.

“I dunno, just felt right,” I said. I grabbed a cigarette from my hoodie’s pockets. “Want a smoke?”

“Happily,” Tom smiled. I handed him a cigarette and he lit his and mine with a lighter with his family crest engraved on it.  I had no doubt it was custom made. He was next-in-line for the Throne, he could afford stuff like that.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Now, why’d you just call me ‘Mas?’” Tom asked me. “I’ll only ask this once.”

“Sounds like you’re threatening me, but let me tell you one thing, Your Royal Pain in the Ass, I’ve met people a hell of a lot scarier than you,” I told him with a smirk on my face. “I’m not scared of you. I’m not scared of any of you.” I looked outside and saw one of the Royal Guards walking towards Kahuna Hill. “CAN’T YOU FUCKIN’ READ!? IT SAYS ‘KEEP OUT’ FOR A FUCKING REASON!”

“What do you remember?” asked the Queen of Great Britain, a bit shocked at my outburst at one of their guards. “What do you know?”

“Know of what?” I scoffed.  

“Your past,” Tom said. “What do you know of your past?”

I sighed and looked out at the ocean my ancestors had sailed thousands of years before. Everything felt like clouds of mist. Every time I close my eyes I try to remember, but nothing comes back to me.  “I don’t know,” I admitted. “I don’t even know my name.”

“How’d you not know your own name?” The young boy asked me. He seemed in shock, and he had every right to be. Not many people respond with ‘I don’t even know my own name.’

“The doctors gave me a name at the hospital...Moana. They told me I had amnesia and there wasn’t a damn thing they could do about it.” I sighed.

“What do you remember?” Tom asked me. “Let’s start there.”

I sighed and stared off into the vast ocean once again. “Well, if you insist. They said I was found by the side of a road. There were tracks all around and for the first time in a hundred years, it had recently snowed. In the darkness and cold with the wind in the trees, laid a girl with no name and no memories but these. Rain against a window. Dirty sheets upon a bed. Terrified of the nurses that were whispering overhead. ‘He said to call the child Moana. Give the child a hat!’ I don’t know a thing before that.

Travelling the back roads. Sleeping in the woods. Taking what I needed and working when I could. Keeping up my courage and foolish as it seems, at night all alone in my dreams. In my dreams, shadows call. I see a light at the end of a hall. Then my dreams fade away. But I know it all will come back, one day.”

“Nossa irmã perdeu isso,” André whispered to someone. (Our sister’s lost it.)

“I dream of a city beyond all compare. Is it Paris? Paris. A beautiful river and a bridge by a square. And I hear someone whisper, ‘I’ll meet you right there.’ In Paris, Paris.” I snapped back into reality. No one wanted to hear the sob story. “You don’t know what it’s like,” I snapped. “Not to know who you are.” I felt tears come to my eyes. “To have lived in the shadows and travelled so far. I’ve seen flashes of fire, heard the echoes of screams but I still have this faith in the truth of my dreams. In my dreams, it’s all real and my heart has so much to reveal. And my dreams seem to say. Don’t be afraid to go on, don’t give up hope, come what may. I know it all will come back, one day!”

“Она потеряла его. Она ушла.” Dmitry said. (She’s lost it. She’s gone.)

“Those days are long over now.” I sighed, drying my eyes. “Go, have a nice day. Sorry, you came all the way out here for nothing. Enjoy searching for someone who’s dead.”

Tom then pulled out a music box. “This belonged to her,” Tom said. “Do you recognise it?”

“It’s a fake, Tom!” groaned Harry. “Give it a rest, Tom!”

It wasn’t the fact that it made with platinum, gold, silver, and diamonds, sapphires, and emeralds. It wasn’t the fact that it was in pristine condition. It was the fact that it had a little wave sticking up at the top that caught my eye. It was a keyhole it had on the side and an inscription.

Hui pū ma Paris. it said. That translated into: together in Paris—the same thing it said on my necklace. I carefully took the box from the Crowned Prince and placed my necklace into the hole. Turning it three times to the right, it opened. A song began playing. But I didn’t pay attention to that.

Looking up at the house where the Royal Family was slaughtered, I bolted out the door and ran upstairs.

The shouts and screams of my brothers could be heard from behind me, but I didn’t care. Going around Kahuna Hill and avoiding Murder’s Hideaway, I made my way to the old house. Pushing open the door, I felt a flood of memories come back to me.

I heard the music box still playing, the lyrics came back to me.

Dancing bears painted wings Things I almost remember And a song, someone sings Once upon a December Someone holds me safe and warm Horses prance through a thunderstorm Figures dancing gracefully across my memories

“Something’s not right.”

“Shut up, Moana. If they wanted to do something, they would have done it by now.”

“Sit on your mother’s lap. Akea, stand next to your father. Smile for the cameras.”

Far away, long ago Glowing dim as an ember Things that I used to know Things I used to remember And a song, someone sings Once upon a December

“Yeah, I don't know how I got to Hawaii, Your Majesties. All I know is that I’m here and these people are my family. I guess I’m related to you through Queen Victoria.” Dmitry explained. “MOANA! MOANA, IT’S NOT SAFE TO BE IN THERE!”

Before coming out, I pulled the bag of diamonds I had kept on me for years and kept it in my hand. “Okay, so I’ll humour you. If I really am the Princess, I’d be dead. The government would’ve already found me. I mean, I’m living here. How do I know this isn’t some prank set-up by Dmitry?”

“Ever since archeologists stated they didn’t find your body, we’d been looking for you. We managed to track you down through a bite mark…” the Queen said.

I cut her off. “That can be inaccurate,” I said. “In fact, one of the leading people in bitemark analysis stated that it isn’t accurate and shouldn’t be used as evidence in a court of law,” I pointed out. “A bite-mark analysis means jack-shit to me.”

“We know that,” Tom said. “From your many trips to the emergency room, they have your DNA on record from blood tests doctors have run on you…”

“Wow, isn’t your family Royal Stalkers,” I scoffed, gripping the bag of precious stones closer to me as if one of my brothers would come up and take it out of my hand. I sighed and looked over at the British Royal Family. “So go on after you hacked into my medical files. What did you learn?”

They were shocked by my outburst. I don’t think anyone has talked to them like that. “Well, uh, we learned that you have a specific type of anemia that ran within the Hawaiian Royal Family, hemolytic anemia?” Tom asked.

“It’s mild, I don’t need to take medication. The doctors presumed I had a bone marrow transplant sometime before I entered foster care,” I said. “I have the scar on my hip from an injection.”

“Your mother gave you the injection, your blood type is also RH-null,” Tom said. He was looking at his phone.

“Okay, Your Royal Creepiness, even if I am the long-lost princess, when the government finds out, I’d be dead faster than you can blink? How the hell am I not dead now?” I asked, a little shaken that he knew all that about me. I’d need to talk to their hackers, see if I could learn a few things from them.

“Because they don’t know about you or you have an ally in the government,” the Queen said. Her accent sounded posh and she was dressed in a fancy knee-length dress that wasn’t meant for running around the property. It had to be expensive too, though I didn’t have a degree in fashion. “They’re probably covering for you.”

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “Why are you really here? Is it for charity work?” I asked. I’d had enough of them trying to convince me that I was a dead person. She died along with her family, that needed to be accepted by people like me. “I can’t break an old woman’s heart for money. I can’t do that to the grandmother. I can’t do that to the extended Hawaiian Royal Family.”

“All of which agree that you’re her!” the youngest pointed out. He was jumping down excitedly. “You have to be. You have the same coloured eyes!”

“It’s called heterochromia,” I sighed. “It’s not life-threatening. It’s just cool.”  

“Please, Moana,” Tom pleaded with us. “Give us a chance. We’ll help you earn your memory back. You won’t have to go through life knowing something missing. You must wanna know who your parents are.”

“According to you, they’re ‘King Keanu Kawananakoa and Queen Ashley Kawananakoa,’” I scoffed.  

“Why are you so reluctant to believe?” Harry asked me.

“Because it’s completely BS! It sounds the plot of a shit romance novel! This is real life. I’m a poor girl from Hawai’i who grew up in foster care and was forced to raise herself. I’m a convicted criminal and a recovering opiate addict,” I snapped. I choked back my tears. “Even if I did go with you, how the hell will I get out? How will you get papers, not just for me, but for the rest of us? I’m not leaving them behind.”

“Go with them, Moana!” Dmitry blurted. “Go, it’ll be good for you!”

“Dmitry, are you nuts!” I snapped. “One word that the Princess has been found I’m floating in the Thames!” I felt tears starting to roll down my cheeks. “I just wanna live a normal life with my family or as normal as it’ll ever get for an amnesiac. I’ll be at the scrutiny of the media if I go with you. I’ll tarnish your reputation and make you lose public approval. Nobody wants a convicted criminal on the throne!” I dried my eyes and looked up at them. “I don’t wanna be the cause of your downfall. I already have enough grief on my conscious, I don’t need the downfall of an empire to be on it too.”

My cigarette was finished and I threw it to the ground. The weight of the world was slowly falling on my shoulders as reality hit me. I was being told that I was the long-lost Princess of Hawai’i who had gone into a fug state after I had witnessed the death of my entire family and escaped their massacre. Why me? “Can’t you prank somebody else!” I snapped.

“Look, Moana, I overheard some soldiers talking and soon they’ll be a warrant for your death issued. You leave with us or you die,” Tom said. He seemed in pain that he had to say that.

I stumbled back onto Akea who somehow managed to not fall back onto the ground. “You mean I’ll be dead soon?” I asked. “Oh, fuck. It’s only a matter of time until they find me in London.”

“That won't happen,” the Queen assured me. “We have the best security forces in the world.”

“In a matter of respect, Madam, the whole reason why I'm in Hawai’i is that of your Security forces,” Dmitry said. “It says so in my file.”

“Show it to me when we get back to the house,” the Queen ordered. Dmitry nodded his head.

“I don't wanna be in the public spotlight,” I responded. “I don't want my every fucking move scrutinised by the media. Look, Royal Pain, you can have anyone you want in the world. People would happily go on a date with you. Please, find someone else.”

Tom grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him. Looking into his chestnut brown eyes, I felt myself getting lost in them. That wasn't a good sign. The prince had minty breath that smelt almost heavenly. I felt myself tensing up and not being able to look into his eyes like I should.

So far I know what elements that have to be in here. But here is some sound facts about the au.

This will take after about 6 years, which will has resulted in Wheatley to be extremely damaged and forced to shut down...permanently

Wheatley (and certain other cores) have this sort of blackbox feature like Glados. (I will explain more if I get asked about it)

Chell heard that people were “disappearing” in an certain area which leads her to return to her beloved Aperture.

There are “contract” Test subjects locked up deep inside Aperture which Glados does not get to nor knows about. 

There is a contract for certain test subjects that Cave made so the lawyers would stop suing. And people can stop whining about loosing loved ones.

Wheatley remembers squat about anything. Something went wrong with the blackbox and he doesn’t know who he is, nor where he is or how he is gonna get out. 

Yes he can recover those memories but it might be for the best

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