BTS Imagines

Fantasy AU x FR AU: Pocket Thief JK x Thicccccc Belly Dancer Y/N

First shout out to Jiminlittlepinky  for letting me do my own take on the concept I have requested them to write. So if you haven't, please do check out their take, just go and do it before you go on reading this further.

*Trigger Warning: If you are uncomfortable with blood, violence, obscene language and other acts depicted I suggest you don't continue reading this chapter. It will surprise you if you do continue (I know I'm making a lot of my chapters gory, I can't help myself 😖 so sorry for my soft stans. I will write out more fluff to balance things out).

This song is done by the great composer A.R. Rahman and Tamil lyrics written by Vairamuthu, and sung by Chinnmayi. I don't own this song but it sounds amazing with this imagine so... yeah I chose this song for that reason. ; ).

By the way, for this story it's going to be a mix of a fairytale retold with fantasy in particular I want to do a remix of Disney's Aladdin x Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame x Disney's Robin Hood (except they all are human except for the genie) x a bit of Shrek [specifically the humor is worth watching (Ah childhood)]. 

For now, let's get on with this story. 

"Donkey!"

JK. Hahaha.

Third POV:

In a far, far, away land...

Across dangerous waters, wild wrathful winds and the thick whipping sand storms, lay an area of land unclaimed by men...

Undisturbed by years as everyone didn't want to bother with the purchase of a blue dessert.

Unless you were Charmane Sabar Azine Narth III, who is the next sultan in line after his father, Sultan Charmane Sabar Azine II, who was obsessed about capturing the troublesome bandit who challenged the sultan's authority, infamously unknown JK.

He's a master pocket thief who couldn't be caught and brought to justice for all the things he has stolen.

One involved the precious heirloom that once belonged to his late mother who he never had the honor of meeting as soon as he was born and Charmane III could only see the massive oil paintings his father dedicated done by French-American artist John Bapiste Reinoivre who restored her youthful beauty. And every decade, the paintings will be refurbished and each time the palace hallways smelled of fresh paint, it becomes a painful reminder of her existence and of the lost heirloom treasured by his father that is now gone too because of a certain selfish criminal.

Charmane III had a difficult time to find out JK's true identity as he was swift and quick with his stealing. Not to mention, he would disguise himself with various costumes and his stray bitch, Jeonmie, always been his loyal best friend aiding him on his missions to steal from the wealthy and sell off their items he assumed would be for himself.

What the sultan successor didn't know was that JK would budget the money to get what he needed to buy   for himself and Jeonmie, and similar to the tales of Robin Hood, he would donate the remaining to the starving orphans and families who are trapped in poverity.

Although knowing that one day if he got caught it would be doomsday for him and he would be beheaded in front of the public, he kept going on living his life the way he wants to...

Until..

On one particular day, he kept on running away from the royal guards as usual until he noticed a certain belly dancer gracefully moving her voluptuous thicc hips, belly, thighs and arms, all swaying graciously as onlookers tossed money into her pooled maroon hat that simply lay a couple of feet in front of her.