#(poor serenity. she's so done with his nonsense lol)

[quoththemaiden]

#FUCK YES#gonna start drawing him like this now

jou with lightning scars 🤨

[randomnessunicorn-imagine]

#1 PRIZE~ [ second part ]

Prompt by @yuafukuda

{ Even this time, this is only the first part of this story because I have to think about it and maybe this fanfiction will be composed by 3 Chapters. This one can be considered a sort of introduction, I guess… Your prompts are very interesting and I thank you for it. Here the reader has a name like always, lol-! I hope this chapter will be good enough for you and I will tag you when I’ll write the second chapter. If you can give me your opinion about this story, I’ll be glad. I have another story to write for you and I hope to do it this week~ }

SANS X READER

This world held mysteries, creatures that a simple human mind would have never imagined, and they were unaware of so many things that happened in this world. Rose was one of those mysterious creatures even if she did not consider herself so strange or particular and so many other persons were just like her and maybe even stranger than she was. Of the colour of dust was covered the sky, a portent of doom. The clouds in the sky were dark and threatening, they were the blanket under when the sun hid itself because it was so tired and despair to be a partner in crime of the malevolent things that happened in this world. Of grey was painted the atmosphere and a gelid wind blew through the dead woods of the nude winter trees. Everything appeared so dull and obscure but Rose seemed did not care about it and she stared out of the window at some crows perched on the ledge waiting for the sentence and her fate would have never been the same but she did not care, not anymore. «Can you even suppose the reasons why you are here, Miss Rose? », asked the principal of her school and, from the glance she gave, Rose could only suppose the worst but Rose knew why she found herself in her office but the girl has never opened her mouth since she was here. «You’ve short memory… It’s very serious the crime you’ve been accused for, Miss… Or should I say the numerous crimes…», the young girl sighed and horrible memories crossed her mind. Rose was one of the most diligent students in her class, her reputation was golden, and she was going to lose everything other than her good name. In her particular case, it would have been so difficult to start a new life in a new place because she was not a simple human. Rose was a witch who frequented the prestigious Academy of Commonwealth and now she was in serious troubles that risked her to be kicked out from the school. «Maybe these dossiers might help your memory…», the Principal posed on the table some files that contained information about the crimes that they supposed she committed. The victims were all students of her same school and they were very young, they were probably freshmen. Seeing their photos, how they appeared so determinate and full of live, filled her heart with despondency and pain. «Sense of guilt, Miss Rose? », this situation was becoming more unfair than she could imagine but hers were not senses of guilt but a mix of sadness and fear but she could not come back now. She promised to herself that she would have kept this secret. A secret made of crime and blood. «No, it’s not… I think all of this is absurd…» , Rose spoke for the first time after a long time of silence and her legs were trembling, paralyzed by the anxiety and the rush of running away from this room. «You should have spoken with the police and not with me. You are here because you have still the possibility to redeem yourself if you confess the truth to us. We don’t think you acted alone, there’s someone else you are hiding, isn’t true? », her eyes were as cold as an iceberg and her mouth as mute as a grave. She would have never confessed the truth. «I don’t have anything to say, you can think what you want. I didn’t kill those persons and if the police wouldn’t be so incompetent not to find out the true killer, I can’t do anything for it…Can I leave now? », the Principal looked at her with eyes full of anger and severity. «It seems it’s impossible having a decent conversation with you, Miss Rose. Unluckily, I’ve got more urgent affairs to think about so I invite you to come back this afternoon to continue our conversation, you’ll find me here in my office at any hour. In the meantime, I suggest you to find some other excuses. See you soon, Missy. », and the torture finally ended so Rose did not think twice to stand up from her chair and escape from the prison this school became for her. All the students that she met across the corridors gave her stares of indignation and hate and they screamed, provoked, and insulted her as if she was a witch during the Inquisition. «Here, the assassin of those poor students! How could she be still free to cross the corridors of our school!» , screamed a girl completely disgusted and her eyes did not hide a shade of hatred. «You should burn in hell for what you’ve done! », screamed a girl, she was going to cry, but Rose just ignored all of them until a young man stood in her way, showing his fists to her. «Hey, bitch! Who do you think you are?», he spit in her eye, taking her by the collar of the shirt and he was about to raise her from the ground but Rose did not speak but she was unable to pronounce any single words and she was suffocating under his harsh grip. He was going to punch her in the face and all the crowd made of students screamed louder and louder «Justice! Kill that dirty assassin! Make her pay», until a teacher came out from a room to restore the balance. «Hey, what’s happening here? Why all this chaos, it’s a school and not a jungle! », then, seeing Rose who was going to be hit by that evil guy, the teacher became even madder. «What are you doing? Put down immediately Miss Rose! Are you a primitive? I’m shocked about your foolish behaviour, return to your class right now! », he ordered to everyone and then he spoke again, «Are you fine, Rose?» , he was the only member of the faculty that believed in Rose’s innocence. When she was finally freed, she touched her neck nodding and her eyes was filling with tears but she did not want to cry in front of this crowd of crazy people or give them any sort of satisfaction. «She’s a murderer, she doesn’t deserve to live one more minute! », and all the students were outraged. «There’s no proof about Rose’s culpability and she can’t be accused for a crime she didn’t commit so I invite all of them to return in your class and leave Miss Rose alone, is that understood?», and all the crowd made of furious students disappeared instantly. «I’m so sorry, Miss Rose for all the issues you are passing through and, after the disappearance of your sister, couldn’t have been easy for you. » , the teacher said and she nodded, unable to keep her tears even more. «Yes… It’s all a mess, I think I go, thanks for your help, Mister…», she exhibited a little bow before to run away. Rose has still grieved over her sister and, after that tragedy, Rose’s mind collapsed and it was as her world bowed under her feet. The causes of her sister’s death were mysterious and none could say if it was a murder, a suicide, or just a mistake. Today in particular, Rose did not want to see anybody not even her boyfriend but she supposed he was not her boyfriend anymore after what happened and his harsh words was still projected in her mind like a nightmare that kept materializing itself during the day. «It’s a witch hunt! »,  a voice that seemed coming from the other side echoed in the air and it was a voice she knew very well and Rose was not sure if she desired hearing his voice, and she did not answer. «Don’t be angry with me, looks like you're having a tough time», and Sans chuckled in his fake way. Rose knew he was just playing with her and recently his behaviour was so weird that she was scared. She tried to dare his gaze but her stare lowered down and she sighed. «I’m not in the mood for your jokes or anything! » . Rose looked at him with severity and she just could not imagine that a month ago, everything was so perfect and serene until a tornado made of desperation and pain broke down her heart and even her soul stopped to shine like before and it was the thing that Sans feared the most. He did not stop to follow her and check all her moves and it was something she could not accept. «I can imagine, I’m sorry. I heard some screams coming from the school and they didn’t appear to me so friendly», Sans’ tone became softer. «Yes, it’s really a witch hunt, as you said. They want my head, so…», and Sans’ expression appeared sad for a minute before he said, «It’s awful…» «The teacher saved me… Anyway, what do you want? Why are you following me? It’s fucking creepy! », her voice became louder and she looked at him with a glance that did not hide any regret or madness. «I wanted to be sure you were fine, I’m here to protect you, ya know.» , he said but she did not believe, she would have given him the first prize for the best liar. «Bullshit! You don’t give a shit about me and you are just a fucking stalker, Sans. I’m not that stupid! », she did not want to waste gentle words with him after all what he did -or what he did not do-. «If you really cared about you should have been there to defend me. You should have listened to my reason instead of blame me like any other person in that school. Please, don’t offend my intelligence with this nonsense! », and Rose was unable to contain her rage and she screamed full of despair. Sans was the first one who did not believe her and he believed that Rose was a criminal. Actually, he has never confessed this thought to her, but it was obvious. After some time, she learnt how to understand the skeleton and he had so many secrets to keep. He spoke about his true intentions between his lies and hidden comments, and she had to interpret what he really meant. Sans was just so wary and hypocrite and maybe worse than that crowd of crazy students that wanted to capture her. At least, they did not hide their hate while Sans played his personal game in silence. He pretended to be the great executioner but he did not understand a thing about her. After her answer, he stayed calm, without saying a single word. Silence meant consent and this was enough. Rose did not desire continuing this conversation and she was sure he was going to follow her and maybe she should have used some of her magical tricks to leave him behind because the place where she was going was a secret. A secret she could not confess. The reason why she found herself in this huge mess.

[angstmongertina]

42- “Are you okay?”... for Suhee/Jumin. I really love your blog. You are amazing 💕

Oh, thank you so much, nonny darling! I’m glad you’re enjoying all of this! :D

(And sorry for the delay in getting this out! I’m getting through all of these prompts. Just very slowly lol.)

Also, yay, outsider POV fics!

AO3 Link because it’s nearly 2k words how did that happen?

If she were to be entirely perfectly with herself, Yunseo Ahn was not expecting to be invited to the C&R Christmas gala. It was no slight to herself; typically, only those highest ranking in the company received invitations at all, with the only exceptions being the Chairman’s and Director’s assistants. Except…

Except rumor had it that Director Han’s new wife, whose sudden appearance as one of the most influential women in high society was rife with speculation in it of itself, had softened the man considerably, as evidenced by Yunseo’s pressed and gilded invitation. At the very least, his assistant seemed much more relaxed and, for that alone, she was willing to give this Ms. Suhee Jung the benefit of the doubt.

That was, of course, why she found herself that weekend dressed in finery and feeling extremely out of place amongst the elite of Korean society. She shifted slightly in her seat, casting her eyes about the room even as she took a sip of her wine, which no doubt cost nearly as much as, if not more than, her entire outfit.

It was certainly an extravagant affair, decked with all due opulence for the occasion, from the chandeliers dripping with crystalline snowflakes to the tree whose top nearly brushed the 25-foot high ceiling. And yet, there was a simple elegance to it, the normally garish decorations adorning the tree and hung throughout the room artfully arranged and so unassumingly displayed that they seemed sophisticated, almost natural.

Whether or not it was a testament to Ms. Jung’s careful eye remained to be seen.

In the center of the room, surrounded by a not-insignificant crowd of what appeared to be fellow businessmen, Director Han stood, nearly a head taller than some of his companions. His face remained an impassive mask, though he would occasionally reply to whatever was being said. Yunseo contemplated moving closer, if only to catch a glimpse of his wife, but before she could so much as make up her mind, someone dropped into the seat beside her and she obediently turned her attention over.

“Good evening.”

When she realized who it was, she nearly regretted her civility. Joonho Yim grinned at her, his eyes appraising her with an interest that set her teeth on edge. “Well, well, fancy seeing you here, Yunseo! I thought I saw you from across the room but I almost thought it was wishful thinking. I didn’t think you were one for parties.”

“I’m not.”

The curtness of her reply clearly did nothing to dissuade her conversation partner, who cast a conspiratorial look towards the center of the room before leaning nearer, not quite uncomfortably close but approaching it. “Between you and me, I’m not either, but I figured it would be a good opportunity to meet people, as it were. They say Director Han’s young wife is quite the looker too. A pity she’s stuck with such a cold man.”

At that, she blinked, directing her full attention towards the man sitting next to her. “Didn’t he declare himself before her at an exclusive party after snubbing Glam Choi and her sister, as well as revealing their deception?”

The smile she received in reply was positively condescending. “It must have been a ruse. He’s been well-known to have absolutely no interest in women of any sort for years now. Personally, I expect it’s an arranged marriage and she’s a secret daughter of foreign businessman or something. I…”

Before he could say anymore, she rose to her feet, a motion made considerably more dramatic by the swish of her skirts about her, and nodded at him, as stately as she could. “I thank you for your conversation, Mr. Yim, but I believe I will get something to eat.”

Once she had moved beyond earshot, she breathed a sigh of relief. Certainly, the man was a fool to speak so in company, but she’d be an ever bigger one to remain in his presence as he spouted such nonsense, even if it did go unnoticed.

She was distracted enough by her thoughts that she nearly ran into someone, and leapt back with a barely muffled cry. The other woman, barely reaching her height even in three inch heels, only took a step back, somehow managing to avoid tripping over her gown. “My apologies.”

“No, it’s my fault. I wasn’t watching where I was going. I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right. I admit I was a bit distracted by the delectable-looking desserts. No harm done.” Bright brown eyes met hers, warm and instantly putting her at ease. “How are you enjoying this party?”

She shrugged without thinking. “It’s going well enough, I think. The decorations are quite elegant and the food is, admittedly unsurprisingly, excellent. I haven’t been to any before so I can’t say I can compare this to others, though. And you?”

A faint look of mischief quirked the woman’s lips before they settled back into serenity. “I believe it’s going well, though it remains to be seen whether it will end as well as it started.”

“I suppose so.”

In the silence, she couldn’t help but notice that the woman’s dress, though simple compared to some at the gala, was incredibly intricate, the green matching the holly woven into her hair and setting off the gems that sparkled, gleaming, from her earrings, necklace, and ring. A quite well-to-do woman then, likely the wife of a businessman, though displaying none of the airs she might have expected.

Perhaps she had underestimated some of them.

Before she could fully take the time to process that thought, she was interrupted by the arrival of two men, both of whom offered extravagant bows to her companion. “My dear Ms. Jung, I must say that you are looking more radiant than ever tonight. Might it be on account of your successful gala?”

With a winsome grin, the speaker pressed a lingering kiss to the lady’s hand, even as the woman who could only be Director Han’s wife offered a demure smile, though Yunseo thought she saw a glint of amusement in her bright eyes. “You flatter me, Mr. Shin. I am only your humble hostess, I’m afraid. All credit for tonight must go to my husband’s assistant, Miss Kang. I cannot imagine the amount of time and effort she has put into ensuring this great success. I’m certain she’ll be quite delighted to hear your compliments…”

To her mild disappointment, the trio, Ms. Jung now openly grinning while the two men looked somewhat less enthusiastic, moved out of earshot in search for Miss Kang. While she deliberated whether or not to follow, however, a small commotion from the corner of her eye caught her attention, and she turned to find a plate upturned on the floor and what looked strangely like Director Han apologizing to one of the secretaries at C&R.

On the other hand, judging from the poor woman’s red face, said apology might have seemed considerably more realistic if his expression looked less like he were contemplating the best way to avoid murdering whichever soul was foolish enough to cross him.

Yunseo was moving before she even realized it, striding across the floor without any idea of what she planned to do once she was close enough. All she saw was the sharp displeasure on Director Han’s face, though thankfully, apparently not directed towards the secretary before him.

His wife seemed to have the same idea; by the time she drew near, Ms. Jung had already hurried over, laying a placating hand on her husband’s arm and speaking to the other woman in such low tones that she couldn’t make out the words. Nonetheless, whatever it was must have been successful; with a bow, the secretary disappeared into the crowd, leaving the couple behind.

“Are you okay?” Ms. Jung murmured.

As Director Han looked about, Yunseo hastily bent to collect the plate, ears straining to catch his reply.

“I’m fine.”

“Then that was…?”

“An accident.”

In spite of herself, Yunseo raised her eyebrows at his curt tone, but his wife seemed hardly concerned, only chuckling under her breath. “You may be able to dissuade others from asking with that tone, Jumin, but it has never worked on me and you know it. What was that about?”

When the only response to the question was a pause, followed by Ms. Jung’s merry laughter, she chanced an upward glance and nearly found herself staring. The director’s face was what could only be called sheepish and—she blinked to make sure she wasn’t imagining things—oddly flushed.

“If you were concerned about Mr. Shin, he was being friendly, Jumin, as he always is. We have seen him enough times that surely you know this.”

Yunseo ducked her head and coughed to hide her amusement; Director Han’s reply was nearly inaudible in its mumbling, but she thought she caught something about being irrational and not liking the attentions other men paid to her. Judging from his wife’s long sigh, she was likely not far off the mark.

“As exciting as some may think possessiveness is, jealousy does not become you, Jumin,” Ms. Jung chided, thought there was affection in her voice too. “I am yours and you are mine, as I’m sure you well know. No amount of attention, flirtatious or not, from any other man will change how I feel for you.”

When the pause stretched longer, Yunseo chanced a glance up to find Ms. Jung, a hand on her husband’s arm for balance, stretching up to leave a brief, chaste kiss on his cheek. As she looked back down, she thought she saw familiar brown eyes dance at her, but the next second, they were focused back on the Director, and she wondered whether she had imagined the whole thing.

“Now, you go apologize again to Miss Seong, properly this time, and then calm down and behave yourself for the rest of the evening.”

“Your wish is my command, my queen.” Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as Director Han, a teasing smirk clear in his voice, pressed a kiss of his own to his wife’s hand before strolling off in the direction of the secretary, leaving his wife staring off after him with a small, private smile and her kneeling on the floor, still pretending to be absorbed in the task of cleaning up the mess.

A few heartbeats passed in silence as she truly focused on tidying up, before soft, thoughtful words caught her attention.

“I am not so oblivious as to be ignorant to the rumors that circulate about the nature of my relationship with my husband.” Yunseo raised her head to find Ms. Jung looking forward and away from her, something strangely melancholic in her eyes, but the words were quiet enough that only she could possibly be meant to hear them. “Even members of the RFA, as much as they are family, have questioned my decision, although they do have personal biases of their own, ones that I am not privy to. Nonetheless, though I concede that it may not always seem like it, he is a good man and a loving husband. I could ask for nobody better to love and share my life with.”

There was a pause, during which time she was not sure whether she was meant to respond, but instead, Ms. Jung turned her head, catching her gaze. “I must admit I am glad to have someone bear witness to the man that he truly is.”

Before she could so much as begin formulating a response to that quiet confession, the woman all but glided away, leaving her alone with her thoughts and a grin that would not leave her lips for the rest of the night.