#Igris my beloved

[pan-kojiwa]

So ur telling me that I’m the only one who finds this piece of armor hot?

Like c’mon people 😀

Why can’t I find any Igris x reader??? WE DONT CARE IF WE CANT KISS HIM WE JUST NEED THE SATISFACTION OF HAVING THIS BADASS ARMOR AS OUR BOYFRIEND?!!

Is it too much to ask? 😔😔😔

[pokeberry5]

me rereading solo leveling: WHERE"S MY BABY BOY

the boy:

[mentelydrunk]

If you haven't noticed, I've found something new to be completely normal about.....🙃

That suit of armor is hot

[murasaki-cha]

Suho meeting one of those people who say art school isn't a real school

Sung Suho doodles because he's my favorite little chaotic gremlin (last one was a bit personal since I'm also an arts major)

[fratricideknight]

look, all i'm saying is that Igris has no face beneath the helmet, is mute, and is non-binary with they/he pronouns . and i in no way want to be them

[sulkingheichou012]

Into the Dungeon with You

Pairing: Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: RomCom, Action, Future Smut

Warning: Description of violence and profanity.

Summary: Jinwoo frowned as a new system notification appeared before him.

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Author's note: I'm happy that some of you are enjoying my silly work! Yes, if you're asking to be tagged—sure! 😊

Chapter 3

The moment they stepped inside the double dungeon, Y/N knew they had messed up.

Because inside?

It was a monster party.

And not the fun kind with drinks and music—no, this was the Welcome to Hell, Prepare to Die kind.

The room was massive, its walls lined with eerie glowing runes. Dozens of high-tier monsters lurked in the shadows, their eyes gleaming with murderous intent. Hulking armored beasts, grotesque abominations with too many limbs, and even some terrifying flying creatures that looked straight out of her worst nightmares.

"Uh, Jinwoo?" Y/N whispered, inching closer to him.

Jinwoo didn’t respond. He was already in battle mode. His expression turned serious, and in an instant, he moved.

And Y/N… lost her mind.

Because what the—watching Sung Jinwoo fight in real life was something else.

The way he dodged! Smooth. Effortless. Like a damn ghost slipping through attacks.

The way his muscles flexed! Perfect 10. Chef’s kiss. God took his time sculpting this man.

Y/N was in awe. "Oh my god," she whispered to herself, her eyes sparkling. "He’s so hot."

Meanwhile, Jinwoo was actually struggling.

These monsters weren’t your average dungeon mobs. They were fast and relentless, attacking from all directions. Even with his agility, he was taking a few hits. His health was dropping fast.

If he didn’t focus, he was going to die.

And yet, behind him, all he could hear was—

"OMG. OMG. OMG. THAT WAS SO COOL."

Jinwoo barely dodged a massive claw swipe. "Y/N. Shut up."

But Y/N was gone. She had entered full fangirl mode.

Then it happened.

The moment that broke her.

Jinwoo lifted his hand and summoned Igris.

Y/N screamed.

"OH MY GOD, IT’S IGRIS!"

Jinwoo flinched. "What the hell—"

"LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT MY BOY!" Y/N practically vibrated in place, her hands clutched to her chest like she was witnessing the birth of a deity. "Igris! My favorite! My beloved! You’re even cooler in real life!"

Igris, ever the silent and loyal knight, simply nodded before leaping into battle.

Jinwoo had no time to process whatever the hell Y/N was going through because he needed more backup. So, without hesitation—

He summoned Beru.

And that’s when Y/N completely lost it.

Her breath hitched. Her eyes widened. Her whole body froze.

And then—

"BABYYYYYYYYY!!"

Jinwoo almost dropped his dagger.

Beru turned his massive, intimidating, insectoid head toward Y/N, clicking his mandibles. "Kieeehh?"

"LOOK AT HIM! SO CUTE!" Y/N was now jumping in place, hands on her cheeks. "Beru! My little scrunkly! My scary, murdery, precious bug son!"

Beru tilted his head. "...Master. Shall I eliminate the noisy female?"

"NO!" Y/N wailed. "Beru, sweetie, don’t listen to him! I love you just the way you are!"

Jinwoo, who was literally fighting for his life, turned to glare at her. "Y/N, CAN YOU FREAKING FOCUS?!"

"I AM focusing! Focusing on how CUTE Beru is!" Y/N clasped her hands together, eyes twinkling. "Beru, can I hug you?"

Jinwoo and Beru both froze.

Beru blinked his glowing blue eyes. "...Master?"

"No." Jinwoo deadpanned.

"Just a little hug—"

"NO."

Before Y/N could protest, a massive monster lunged straight for her.

Jinwoo’s eyes widened. "Y/N, MOVE—"

But before he could react, Beru did.

With a terrifying screech, the giant ant obliterated the monster in a flash.

Y/N?

She swooned.

"HE PROTECTED ME. HE REALLY LOVES ME."

Jinwoo was done.

The battlefield was absolute chaos—just as expected from a double dungeon.

Jinwoo, despite being one of the strongest hunters in existence, was actually struggling. These monsters were not playing around. They were relentless, attacking in waves, their movements coordinated like an army.

Jinwoo narrowed his eyes. Time to stop holding back.

With a flick of his wrist—

He summoned more shadows.

One by one, his dark soldiers emerged from the ground, filling the massive chamber like an ominous black tide. Knights, assassins, behemoth-like creatures—all under his command, ready for war.

And Y/N?

She gasped so loudly she nearly choked.

Her hands clenched into fists. Her legs trembled. Her whole body shook with excitement.

And then—

"HOLY CRAP, THE EFFECT IS STUNNING!"

Jinwoo flinched mid-swing.

"THIS IS THE BEST ANIMATION I’VE EVER SEEN! 100/10! PERFECT EXECUTION! STUDIO MAAAPA, WHO?!"

The shadows remained stoic.

The monsters remained bloodthirsty.

And Jinwoo?

He sighed deeply.

Meanwhile, the actual monsters—who were supposed to be the scariest creatures in this room—had finally had enough.

They all turned their heads toward the real threat.

The screaming woman.

One particularly nasty, high-tier monster let out a guttural roar, eyes locking onto Y/N. It was massive, spiked, and clearly done with her fangirling.

It charged straight at her.

Beru instantly blocked the attack.

"Kieeeehhh!" Beru shrieked, slashing at the beast with his deadly claws.

Y/N clutched her chest. "OH MY GOD, MY BABY PROTECTING ME AGAIN! KYAAAAAAHHHH!"

Jinwoo pinched the bridge of his nose. "Y/N, can you—"

But before he could finish his sentence, another monster had decided that enough was enough.

This one was even faster. And unlike the others, it managed to slip past Beru and Igris, charging straight for Y/N from behind.

Jinwoo’s eyes widened. Shit, she’s gonna die.

Y/N turned around—

Saw death itself coming at her—

And screamed like a cockroach was flying at her face.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHH—!"

Panicking, she flailed her arms wildly and swung her fist aimlessly—

And then—

BOOM.

The monster went flying across the room, slamming into the stone wall so hard that the entire dungeon shook.

Silence.

The battle paused.

Every single shadow, monster, and even Jinwoo himself just… stared.

Even Beru looked confused, tilting his giant ant head. "Kiehh?"

Y/N, still trembling from adrenaline, didn’t even realize what had just happened. She squeezed her eyes shut and yelled—

"THANK YOU FOR SAVING ME!"

Jinwoo blinked. "…Who is she talking to?"

Y/N, on the verge of tears, dramatically turned to Beru.

"My sweet baby angel, you saved me again! I knew I could count on you! I LOVE YOU!"

Beru, who was literally occupied fighting another monster, simply clicked his mandibles in confusion. "…Master?"

Jinwoo, arms still mid-swing, slowly pointed at the monster-shaped crater in the wall.

"…Y/N. You did that."

Y/N frowned. "Huh?"

"You punched that monster so hard it flew across the room."

Y/N turned back, finally taking in the scene.

She blinked.

Then looked down at her own fist.

Then back at the monster.

Then back at her fist.

Then at Jinwoo.

Then back at Beru.

Then—

"HOLY SH—"

Y/N was still processing what had just happened.

Her brain was not computing.

She. Punched. A monster. Into. A wall.

Her. A potato of a human being with zero combat experience.

"Holy crap… am I… OP?!"

Before she could fully spiral into a power fantasy, another high-tier monster—clearly not learning from its fallen comrade—decided to charge straight at her.

Jinwoo saw it immediately.

"Y/N, MOVE!"

But Y/N?

Nope.

She didn’t move.

She instead went full anime protagonist, raising her fists in the worst attempt at a fighting stance Jinwoo had ever seen.

She started shadow boxing—badly.

"Alright, you ugly beast! You want a piece of me?! COME AT ME, BRO!"

Jinwoo, mid-swing against another monster, literally stopped fighting just to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"This woman is actually going to kill me before the dungeon does."

The monster, confused but still very much murderous, lunged.

Y/N—still thinking she’s in some kind of sports anime—threw a random punch in its direction.

Jinwoo’s soul left his body.

This is it. He thought. She’s dead.

And then—

BOOM.

The monster collapsed mid-air, knocked back like it had been hit by a truck.

Jinwoo froze.

His shadows froze.

Even the other monsters stopped mid-attack, staring in horror.

Y/N?

She blinked.

She looked at her own fist.

Then at the monster, now twitching in a heap on the ground.

Then back at her fist.

Then at Jinwoo.

Then back at the monster.

Then—

Suddenly, her expression morphed into All Might’s iconic grin as she struck a heroic pose, clenching her fist.

“Mo daijoubu! Naze tte? Watashi ga kita!” (It's fine! Why? I am here!)

Jinwoo was going to have an aneurysm.

"Oh my god, you’re an idiot."

Y/N, now completely delusional, started bouncing on her feet like a boxer. "Yo, Jinwoo! Did you see that?! I’m basically a Hunter now! S-rank material, baby! Maybe even National Level—"

Jinwoo grabbed her by the collar.

"YOU. ARE. NOT. A. HUNTER."

"But—"

"SHUT UP AND STAY BEHIND ME BEFORE YOU ACTUALLY DIE!"

Meanwhile, the monsters and Jinwoo’s shadows were just standing there, awkwardly watching their master lose his mind over this chaotic gremlin of a woman.

Beru tilted his head. "Master… the female seems to have immense hidden power. Shall we train her?"

Jinwoo’s eye twitched. "Beru, I swear to God—"

But before Jinwoo could fully stress himself into an early grave, his shadows finally turned the tide of battle.

One by one, the monsters started falling.

With their full strength unleashed, Igris, Beru, and the rest of the shadow army began absolutely annihilating the enemies.

Jinwoo sighed in relief.

"Finally. We can wrap this up."

Now, the only thing left to do?

Make sure his so-called "special reward" didn’t get herself killed before she even left the dungeon.

<< Chapter 2 | Chapter 4 >>

[fairy-writes]

ECHOES OF YOU, HEART OF MINE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Solo Leveling

Prompt: “You’re the most important thing to me.”

Pairing(s): Sung Jinwoo x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Angst, Hurt no Comfort (kinda), Arguments (more one-sided tho), Major Character Death

Notes: I’ll just say this now… I have no idea what I’m doing. Like, legitimately, I’m an anime-only watcher and am on… like… chapter six of the manhwa.

This is a collab! Specifically, with my good friend @straykidsnerd255 :) Her oneshot is HERE

Basically, we both had the same character, the same prompt, and wrote something!

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 EP 11

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You weren’t happy about it, being dead and all. Then again, no one was, at least to your knowledge. It wasn’t as if you had been a ghost before. 

But that didn’t make it hurt any less. 

Jinwoo’s shoes crunched the drab, gray gravel of the cemetery grounds as he stepped through the wrought iron gates. Unconsciously, his hand tightened around the flowers in his grip. Gravestones and upright headstones dotted the ground, but he paid none of them any mind as he searched for one in particular. 

Yours. 

It had been two weeks since Jeju Island. 

Since every Korean hunter came home alive but two. 

Min Byung-Gu, the S-Rank healer. Someone you had told him about before. 

And you. His best friend. His confidant. The only other one who knew about the System because when he was smaller, and weaker, more of a failure, he had to tell someone for fear of going crazy. 

But you trusted in him. You believed him. 

The cemetery was quiet. He could practically hear the shadows within his own shadow chattering until they realized just where they were. Then… One by one… They all went silent. He could feel their unease. Their discomfort. Their distress. 

Most of them knew who you were. 

What you were to him. 

And therefore, they knew why he was here. 

At your funeral, he had commanded some of the foot soldiers to carry your casket because there was no one else. You had no family. You had no friends except for himself and maybe Jinah. And he didn’t want anyone touching your casket because of the guilt he felt. So, he had your casket carried and lowered into the ground by his soldiers. There had been barely enough of a body to be embalmed and buried. 

Tank hadn’t done much; just let out a single mournful cry when the funeral was over. 

Igris stood stoically at Jinwoo’s side, ever the quiet knight. But, he had bowed his head as you passed by in a closed casket in respect for what you had done for his master. What you had been for him. 

Iron seemed in distress, but that almost made sense. You had always joked that he was your favorite out of all of Jinwoo’s shadow army. The funeral was publicized because, of course, it was. You were an S-Rank hunter, for hell’s sake. You were a beloved figure of the community, always kind, always brave. 

He hadn’t batted an eye when summoning his soldiers.

Who cared about the world knowing about his shadows when you weren’t there?

Why?!

Why hadn’t he gotten there sooner?!

Why couldn’t he have gone with you in the first place?!

If he had, maybe you would’ve survived. 

Maybe you would still be here!

He was yanked from his pitiful wallowing by something that made his heart stop dead in his chest. 

It was you, sitting on the gravestone with your name, bloodied and bruised and still in your armor, for heaven’s sake. It was as if you had escaped Jeju Island. As if you were alive. But something was wrong… You were… transparent?

All of that didn’t matter as you looked up, and your eyes met his. 

You froze when you saw Sung Jinwoo appear around the corner of the cemetery, a bouquet of flowers in hand, looking just as shocked as you felt. 

Perhaps looking shocked wasn’t the word you were looking for. His face didn’t change. But you could tell in how he held himself that he was two seconds away from crying. From running forward. From turning back into the emotional E-Rank, he used to be.

“Why are you here.” The cold greeting has his shoulders tensing, and you almost feel bad. But then you remember. 

Blood. 

Carnage.

Byung-Gu dead. 

Cha Hae-In gravely injured. 

And then…

Darkness. 

You had died. And no one saved you. 

Not for lack of trying, Baek Yoon-Ho had tried to staunch the bleeding, but he was bleeding and injured himself. And your injuries were much more severe.

Jinwoo didn’t say anything. He just walked forward and put the flowers at the base of your headstone. 

Dahlias, you realized—your favorite. He had told you once that they symbolized eternal love and commitment. 

It just made a flash of anger flow through you, like the Ant King gutting you before you died. Your lips curled in a sneer, and you tried to kick the flowers away. Keyword being tried. Your foot just passed through the blooms, and you almost fell over. You would’ve laughed at your blunder had you not been so upset. 

The entire time, Jinwoo just watched, something unreadable in those eyes of his that you loved so much. 

But you can’t muster up the courage to tell him that. And now you would never be able to. Even if you did, there was nothing you could do about it. Because you were dead. 

All you remembered was the pain and Baek Yoon-Ho begging you to stay awake before nothingness. 

Finally…

“Get out of here.” You snarl, and he stiffens. 

“Why?” He says, and you grit your teeth. It doesn’t hurt, of course. Nothing would hurt like that ever again. 

“Do I need a reason? Go away!” You shout, but again, he doesn’t move. You feel hot, angry tears in your eyes, and now he looks pained. 

It's almost as if he feels bad, but that doesn’t matter anymore. 

“I won’t.” He says, and you clench your jaw tightly until you would’ve been dizzy from pain had you been alive. 

“And why not?” Your voice is low and full of fury.

“Because. You need me.” He tries, and you bark out a harsh laugh. 

“I needed you two weeks ago! I needed to live! I wanted to survive!” You cry, and unwillingly, you remember something he told you when you first met in a dungeon when he was a nobody. 

“Your fear keeps you strong. It keeps you alive. You do better and perform better if you’re scared. Trust me. I’m afraid all the time!”

Sticky tears run down your cheeks and drip into nothingness on the gravel. 

“You promised me. You said my fear would keep me strong, that it would keep me alive! But I died afraid and alone and so, so scared! You made me trust you, and when it mattered the most, I was let down! You said I was the most important thing to you, and you lied!”

Your fists pass through Jinwoo’s chest as you try to hit him. Touch him. Anything! 

But that is all meaningless because you are alone now. Forever alone and in pain and scared. 

You will forever be—

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, hands going around your shoulders as if to hold you, but they just pass right through your form. It’s as if you don’t exist. As if you don’t matter.

But you know you mattered to Jinwoo. He was one of the only ones who cared anymore. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. I am so so sorry.” He said, his voice cracking in the first show of outward emotion you had seen from him since his mother woke up. He tried to hold you again, to kiss you, something that showed he cared.

But he couldn’t anymore. 

He couldn’t ever again. 

“You have my heart. Now and forever, and I am so eternally sorry for not being there. You are the most important thing to me.” He all but whimpered, and it tugs at your dead heart. You fall to your knees, sobbing, hands gripping your head as you try not to sink into despair. 

“Don’t leave me.” You wail, and he just watches you with a heartbroken look on his face. He can’t comfort you, can’t say anything to make it better. He just has to watch as you cry and cry and cry.

Now, and forever more. 

[buttercup-illustrations]

Igris, My Beloved

[webtoon-devourer]

i present to thee: my beloved non-binary knight

beating the tar out of the overpowered protagonist on their first meeting

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i legitimately cannot think of a single fight where sungwoo didn't actually have the upper hand and struggled as much as he did with igris, besides before and shortly after become the system's player, at which point he was supposed to be pointedly weak. igris is special for sure. his first specially distinguished shadow soldier.

[manawari]

Nurtured flowers in the fields of dolor.

(an extended edition of this post.)

honorable tags: @julyarya @i-bring-crack @winter-1023

The abyss was his realm. A kingdom to rule as his own. For centuries, he lived as a supreme entity who was the embodiment of death, presenting himself to the souls who had met their end from their physical bodies and welcoming them in his world. But he did not just possess the throne, he also possessed the power of his great army whom he fought wars with.

Mortals feared him. They believed he would kill anyone on he landed his gaze upon. He brought terror, misery, and darkness in his path. He was an entity whose sole existence was to fight, smile in the sight of misfortune, wrap his troops around his fingers, and above all, to be merciless.

Love? What was that? Was it something he must possess as well?

Such a thing, sought by mortals everywhere, would never be in his hands. He'd imagine it crumbling into ashes in a single touch of his finger. He was made for battle and rule over every part of the darkness and lead his army of dead soldiers.

He wasn't like other celestial beings, who were loved and respected dearly by mortals, when his only purpose was all, but adore someone with his whole heart. Even though he had everything — a kingdom, powers, eternal life, an army, trusted subordinates — nobody had managed to touch his ever cold heart, let alone making it aflutter.

He was an entity. It was no necessity of his to seek for a companion.

But he did not understand how he had come to this.

When he received an unexpected invitation from a messenger bird to a feast with all of the supreme deities, Jin-woo was having second-thoughts. Sure, he was a Monarch — a rank that was higher than a deity and was among the nine monarchs, who were born out of unadulterated darkness by the Absolute Being. Their sole objectives were to wipe humanity someday, but after forging a deal with the Rulers, they had their place in Earth.

Hae-in, otherwise known was Lady Spring, was one of the deities in the feast. Her powers were originated from the Rulers. She had the ability to help crops grow and bloom flowers within a touch of her hand, many mortals waited for her presence to arrive and bless their plants for a healthy harvest, and she was also the entity everyone had been looking forward for in the end of winter. Her exquisite beauty was unrivaled that even the primordial beings admired her.

In fact, she was the first deity Jin-woo had come across when he arrived in the palace late. She stood alone next to the crystal fountain beneath the shimmering stars. Lady Spring was struck by his appearance, though it was clear that her eyes bore no fear, rather she was surprised to meet the Death Monarch, who hardly left his realm.

Then. . . They had come to an agreement. He would show her the world without light, and in return, she would become his wife.

He swept her away since that night, unbeknownst to other deities and monarchs who would soon notice the disappearance of their beloved spring. But that was the least of his worries — it wasn't as if they would wreck war in his realm, otherwise a massive war would once again arise.

Having Hae-in in the world of shadows and misery felt like a mistake. Her exquisite aura never blended with the monsters. And yet, the army seemed to respect her as much as their lord, partially due to her position in the realm. They called her Queen after the Monarch had declared their elopement and treated her as such.

"My Lord? The Queen has awakened."

Jin-woo turned away from his knights. "Very well. I presume she has not eaten yet? If that is the case, I shall join her."

Igris, one of his army's commanders, nodded with one hand hand on his chest. The Monarch walked past him whilst Igris took his position to watch the knights train. Even though there was no battle to prepare for, the army never dwindled from wielding their weapons, even the giants still had their own roles to fulfill after being defeated in their past lives and were now under the command of their Lord.

Jin-woo headed to the castle of the Underworld. Regardless of its massive size, nobody had dared to linger except for the Monarch himself and sometimes his subordinates to discuss important matters, and now, it had a new resident. It had been quite a while since he had brought the goddess in the Underworld. But Jin-woo knew she has still not grown accustomed to her new home.

He made his way up the stairs and went to the room he had prepared just for her. It was one of the largest rooms in the castle, so he thought it would be sufficient for her comfort, after all— she was a goddess loved and cherished by many. She aided those who were ill and brought hope for them. . . A striking contrast to how was the Shadow Monarch lived.

As he reached the door, Jin-woo opened his mouth to speak when he suddenly saw the door was opened. There, stood his wife, clad in a white dress that left her shoulders bare and not her arms, and it had a vertical line in the middle of her chest — it was the same attire that she had worn when he first encountered her. The deity's eyes widened in little surprise.

"My King," spoke Hae-in.

"The commander had informed me that you have risen from your slumber. Food had been served in the dinner table." He said to her.

"Yes, my King." Hae-in dipped her head and gently walked past him.

The meal was quiet. Jin-woo sat on his seat while Hae-in sat across the narrow table. The rest of the chairs were left vacant, yet had not been occupied since the spring deity preferred to settle in a seat that was very far from her own husband. It did not bother the Monarch since it was her desire and he was never the type to be controlling unless it was his army.

Hae-in was quiet and timid, yet Jin-woo had never strike her as vulnerable. She always had that fearless glint in her eyes. She had even met several monsters in the realm and was in awe of them, which must be how smoothly she had stolen their hearts.

It was still a surprise to Jin-woo on how easy they were to be swayed.

He looked across the table and noticed Hae-in's lowly gaze as she quietly devoured her food. "Is there anything you wish to do, my wife?"

"Hae-in." The goddess corrected him. "Call me by my name, my King. I have learned from Ju-hee that such titles can only be alluded between two lovers. So please, refer to me as my name or my formal title."

Ah, Ju-hee — the deity of medicine and love. Jin-woo had long known that she and the deity of spring were close friends. But, she was right. He set his utensil down and said his response. "Very well, my w— Hae-in."

"And to answer your question, I would like to visit the field of souls," said Hae-in. "If that is all right by you, your highness."

"I will allow it." Jin-woo nodded.

The edges of her lips curled into a soft smile before she proceeded to eat.

"Hae-in?"

"Yes, my King?"

His grip on his fork twitched. Jin-woo kept a steady gaze on the goddess across him, fixating him curiously in spite of looking into the eyes of a fearsome entity. "Call me Jin-woo." He told her. "Since you said that I should allude you by your name from now on, I'd like to do the same. It is part of our vows to treat each other as equal, is it not?"

Vows. Words they had sworn to each other before they had left that mountain. The feast Jin-woo had not gotten to attend.

Hae-in kept her gaze at him. This time, it was hard to determine which emotion she hid behind those irises. Jin-woo glanced down on his food and pierced his fork into the steak.

"I am not asking you to oblige already, Hae-in. Feel free to take your time." He said.

He wanted to make her comfortable. And as part of their vows, Jin-woo had also promised her that he would treat her as his lover even if he never had one in the entirety of his existence. He knew that lovers must feel at ease around each other and that was where he wished to aim.

He was not used to this whole "marriage". Even before his predecessor passed all of his powers to him, Jin-woo had lived in battle. And he knew most of the deities were the same when they were still living as humans. Such as, he knew Hae-in had died as a great warrior after losing her life in the great war, and with the Rulers feeling bad for her end, they granted her the powers of life.

In that way, Hae-in would not let everything rot unless she thought it was the right way. She greeted souls before leading them to the path to the Underworld. She was the reason why most souls looked peaceful when they entered the Death Monarch's realm.

Now, he figured out the reason of her desire to visit the field of souls.

He decided to accompany her, much to Hae-in's dismay, but the goddess let him anyway. The field of souls was the place humans would go in their deaths, they would linger there until their name was summoned by the judges to determine whether they would rise to the afterlife or stay in the Underworld to repent for eternity.

Hae-in first approached the young souls. The children's eyes glimmered as though they had not died. They were fascinated by the goddess' presence in such a hopeless realm and invited her to play with them. Their laughter blessed the air, especially Hae-in's sweet laugh and bright smile.

"Are you not intending to join them, my Lord?" Igris asked.

"No," replied Jin-woo. He watched the playful scene from his spot which he was supposed to leave. "Let them be. It is unfitting for a Monarch like me to include myself in such activities."

He was death. He did not possess the right to feel joy.

"The realm had been spright ever since Lady Hae-in came, do not you think so? The giants seem to be looking forward for her presence and the knights always take time to glance at her in the middle of training." Igris said. "What about you, my Lord? What managed you to be pulled under her charm?"

"I was not. All of this happened was because of our covenant, Hae-in had been wishing what is it like to live where joy and light do not exist. And in order for that to commence, we must bound ourselves in each other." Jin-woo explained.

"I see," Igris nodded in understanding, "and I am glad such fate took place. It has been a long time since I have last encountered a deity. Lady Hae-in is ethereal and kind."

"I say the same, Igris." Jin-woo agreed. A faint smile formed across his features that he failed to notice. "Let us head back. Hae-in will be fine here."

"You have grown comfortable with merely her name, sire."

"Is it too distinct?"

The knight nodded.

Jin-woo shook his head and led the way. He was just abiding his wife's wish to be mentioned only in her name, so as long as he was not doing anything wrong, he shall continue it.

Time passed and the Death Monarch had lost count of the days since Lady Spring began living with him in his woebegone of a world. Not a tad complaint was heard from Hae-in's words, all of them were buoyant even though Jin-woo was not asking for an opinion, but he found himself listening to her voice whenever they were together or eating in the dinner table.

They had fallen into a routine. Igris would inform Jin-woo that the goddess had awakened from her slumber, Jin-woo would make his way to her room and share lunch with her, then Jin-woo would accompany Hae-in wherever she wished to go in his kingdom, and they would meet back in the castle to spend dinner. Afterward, a smile was exchanged between them — it was Hae-in who had started it until Jin-woo slowly began to do it first.

Would it become unlike of him?

To smile, to be fond of what he saw, to have the desire to treasure something dearly he did not wish to share with others. . . Would he still be the same ruthless and merciless Monarch everyone cowered for?

He began to send her gifts as well. From the clothes he asked the demons to weave to ornaments such as the bracelet made from the finest silver found in the realm and was created by the Monarch himself.

He found himself standing in front of her door when he heard her voice from the other side.

"Jin-woo? Are you there?"

"I am." He said. "But please do not rush."

"May I ask for a little assistance?" Hae-in asked.

"Yes, you may," the monarch nodded.

The door opened, but Hae-in only had half of her face for him. Jin-woo had to take a few steps inside and waited for the deity to push the door closed, Hae-in made her way toward him and turned around, thus facing him with her bare back.

"Can you tie this one for me? I've been reaching it with my own hands. Alas, I have failed." She said.

Nodding his head, Jin-woo grabbed the two silk straps of her charcoal dress. He began interlacing them over her pearly skin. An inscrutable urge arose deep within his chest as he continued his task with Hae-in standing perfectly still in front of him.

"Forgive me," she murmured. "I was about to change into another dress if I had known that you are not here yet. Perhaps I could've picked something else beforehand."

He finished tying the two straps and laid his hands on her shoulders. "Don't be. It is never a hindrance if my wife is seeking help."

She hummed in response.

They stood there in quiescence. With his hands still on her shoulders, Jin-woo dipped his head a little to meet the back of her head with his lips. "You are beautiful."

"What is that?"

His lips twitched in amusement. "It is my duty as your husband to say tender words, is it not? Perhaps I have not said anything to you as such."

She let out a chuckle. "I do not mind at all, Jin-woo. You are not as fearsome as the whole world believes, for I see a being who had long lived through wars and had been lost of a love's warmth."

Lost. . . Was that a word to trace him? Verily, Jin-woo had spent sitting on his throne to listen to whatever his subjects got to say, watched his warriors hone their strengths, and sometimes stared across his realm in deep ponder. Loneliness was also a piece in his possessions, it was the same as misery, agony, and sorrow. No, the Death Monarch was not lost.

. . . Or was he?

Unable to come up with a response, Jin-woo planted his lips on the juncture between her collar and shoulder. The innate scent of blossoms radiated from her pristine skin, alluring and enchanting him to trace patterns, and yet, he held himself back from giving into such desires.

"Jin-woo?" Hae-in spoke. "Should we head downstairs now?"

Jin-woo reluctantly removed his lips from her skin and nodded. "We shall."

Before he could think of something else, he took her hand in his. Hae-in said nothing and smiled at his gesture. Holding her didn't feel as if Jin-woo was holding a leaf, rather her grip on his hand was strong, and their arms even brushed against each other.

They spent their dinner the same way. Facing each other across the narrow table in silence. But it was comfortable, Jin-woo would find himself sneaking glances at the goddess, watching her eat the steak created from the carcass of monsters. She picked up her glass to take a sip on the dark red wine the servants had prepared, then Jin-woo noticed there was a small excess left in the corner of her mouth.

The monarch got up and made his way across the table toward her. Hae-in paused and looked up to him curiously. Jin-woo leaned down and gently cupped his hand on her jaw, he stared at her then witnessed her slightly parted lips, he felt they were calling for him, he drew his thumb under her bottom lip and trailed over to the stray liquid to wipe it.

There was it again. The succumbing desire to claim her lips like how he claimed her as Queen, his wife.

He inched his head closer, slowly enough to give her a chance to refuse and push him away, but Hae-in stilled. She stared at him and waited for their lips to touch. Jin-woo took it as a sanction and let his breath fan over her mouth, brushing it to feel the softness of the flesh like he had imagined.

"My Lord! We have an urgent matter!"

He pulled away and whirled around to meet one of the commanders in his army, Beru — a monstrous ant that used to haunt mortals for their flesh.

"What is it?" He asked, deeply dismayed by the disturbance.

"One of the souls is livid and is not obeying the guards," said Beru. "What shall I do with her, your highness?"

"Force her then."

"Wait!" Hae-in rose from her seat. She touched her husband's arm and faced the large insect. "Can you take me to the human, Beru?"

The mortal was unable to accept her death just like most of the deceased, which was why she was yelling at the guards for trying to take her away when she desperately wished to return to her body. Such a commotion was nothing new. But to Hae-in, it did. Jin-woo held his tongue just like what he was told and watched the next event to unfold as his wife approached the wailing soul.

The guards loosened their grip around when the spring deity placed her hand on the deceased's shoulder. The woman was shocked to see the goddess in such a hopeless place. Nevertheless, the two made a conversation, which had somehow eased the woman while she kept weeping on Hae-in.

The goddess soon brought the mortal to a field. The dried reeds brushed against their legs, but once they got further enough, Hae-in reached her hand over the reed and a leaf grew upon the rotten plant. The leaves stretched around them until flowers soon began to bloom after the lush green leaves. Jin-woo widened his eyes. There was no place such as the underworld that was pure enough to bloom flowers. And yet, Hae-in still did.

A broad smile lit up on the woman's features. She touched the petals and ran her palms across the grass, laughing and sniffling in joy. Hae-in glanced at Jin-woo with a smile. The Death Monarch understood it now—

When souls could not accept their end, it meant they still have something they wished to do when they were alive. Unfortunately, fate was an unpredictable thing. It cut and it cut the string of life of each mortal regardless of their desires.

Which was why when some souls seemed content with the abyss. . . They had managed to finish everything in their endeavors.

In this situation with the woman, she must've wished to lay in a field of blossoms and touch the vibrant flowers. Jin-woo felt his heart pounded as he glanced at Hae-in, who was watching the soul with warmth like a mother seeing her child happy. He thought back to the wailing souls whom he forced to obey and could not help but wonder what would it have been if he had brought the spring deity to his realm long ago.

The soul returned to the guards with a smile. She waved at the goddess and thanked her for being in the Underworld. Beru accompanied the pair back to the castle and bid his farewell before fluttering away with his wings. Jin-woo sat on his throne and rested his jaw on his palm, pondering deeply if he should make a few changes in his realm. It had been so long since he had become Ashborn's successor. . .

"I reckoned you have gone somewhere."

He looked up and saw Hae-in walking toward him. Her bare feet peeking through the hem of her dress in each step, which reminded him of how he found her lingering in the fountain. He found himself beginning to miss seeing her in a white clothing, the attire embodied her graceful figure and elysian aura, but black also looked beautiful in her — it presented that she was involved with him and it made her skin as if it was glowing.

Jin-woo held out his other hand, and Hae-in took it, she stood in front of him whilst he fixated on her as though he was seeing light for the first time in his eternal life. He gently pulled her toward him and turned her around until she was comfortably settled on his left leg, keeping his arm on her front.

"I waited for you in the table until the servants came to clean," she said.

"Forgive me," replied Jin-woo. "I always come here in the throne if I require some time to mull."

"Is it about that soul earlier?"

He nodded. "But not just that. The Underworld is created out of darkness and its sole existence is to show how miserable death can be, so witnessing you grow those blossoms, it is astonishing."

"Perhaps you haven't brought a spring deity and that is why." Hae-in chuckled. "And I do not believe that death is all misery and solemn. I find rest and peace in it. With life, mortals will have to struggle in every ordeal, but with death, they find freedom and are saved from trepidation."

"Funny how you, a harbinger of hope and life, say such things about the impediments of being alive." Jin-woo jested.

"I may so, but I am not narrow-minded."

He moved his head toward her, inching to her ear and brushing its shell with his mouth. He whispered. "Then, do you think there is a downside of you marrying me?"

"Why are you suddenly so curious, Jin-woo?" Hae-in laughed airily.

"You have made my curiosity hungry, Lady Spring."

Hae-in hummed. "You rule a quite captivating realm. I have seen things that never exist in the surface, and I find it magnificent, knowing there are other things beyond my vision and I get to glimpse of them with my own eyes. You have a heart that is kind and know what is right." Her lips formed into a smile. "To conclude, I do not see any flaw in our union, for you have never laid a hand to harm me."

"I will never intend to harm you, Hae-in. It is an oath I shall not break." He murmured. "I swear to you."

"Thank you."

Jin-woo found the ribbon that he had tied to secure her clothing. He fiddled the edge with his finger and gradually, he pulled it down until the straps untangled themselves from each other, thus revealing a myriad of skin to feast his eyes. He started to pepper light kisses from the lower part and wrapped another arm around her body. His ministrations traveled up to the back of her shoulders, even grazing his teeth, yet he did not wish to leave a mark on her.

There were countless of ways to prove his devotion to her.

Hae-in was docile in his arms. She accepted the kisses he planted throughout every inch he could reach and she made tiny jerks when he got to a right spot. And there, Jin-woo would pay more attention to it just to see more of her response.

"My King." Hae-in let out.

"My wife."

Hae-in whimpered when she felt her husband's cold tongue caressed the nape of her neck. Jin-woo was never an object to passion, he was the object to misery. For eons, no one had dared to touch his black heart, seeing him to be unfit to be cared for. But after hearing such words from Hae-in, Jin-woo began to believe otherwise.

He wanted her to hold him. Cherish him like she did to the mortals around her. Love him for he had not been loved before.

She was the only one he would lower one knee for. Jin-woo imagined himself serving her for the rest of eternity. And to think, such a fearsome monarch would be worshipping a deity.

After all, she was his wife. Jin-woo thanked the Rulers for turning her into a deity.

Hae-in shifted around and cupped his neck with her two hands to claim his lips with her own. Jin-woo accepted it greedily. The flame of unwavering desire ignited within him once again and this time, he was not holding himself back. He swung one of her legs across him so she was properly straddling him as he took her.

He was trying to be careful since he feared he might hurt her because of his greed to devour her until she was the only thing in his mind.

He grabbed the back of her neck to pull away from him. Hae-in panted with her eyes closed and lips swollen, the fruit of their onslaught of passion. Jin-woo stared at her through his half-lidded eyes and said. "I love you."

She did not need to say it back. When she tugged him by his collar for another bruising kiss, it was all the answer he needed.

It began as an agreement, it continued as a promise to devout themselves for each other.

Hae-in no longer needed to slumber in her quarters. She was settled on where she was supposed to be — in her husband's arms. Jin-woo would trace his fingertip across her smooth arm as she slept, then he would comb through her hair, inhaling her natural scent whenever he got closer. Monarchs and deities never felt exhaustion or the necessity to close their eyes for a long period of time, though Hae-in liked to do it to see what was awaiting for her dreams.

If Jin-woo asked her what did she see, Hae-in would answer in one word: you.

And of course, she had dreamt about ruling the realm with him as well. Hae-in had grown immensely fond of interacting with the souls and soldiers of the army, she never failed to uplift them and even offered to show them her powers and witnessed as they grew enamored with it. The Underworld had never been so peaceful with Lady Spring around. And now, Jin-woo would be shown to wear a smile on his face, whether his wife had said something to him or did something to send his heart aflutter, every being knew who was behind the change in their King.

Though, as they say. . . Not everything last forever.

Winter was about to end, therefore mortals would now be waiting for her presence to bless the land and grow new and rich flowers. Jin-woo knew it too. During the start of their deal, Hae-in had briefed him that she must return to the surface by the end of winter. Even though she loved the Underworld, she would never turn away from her duty once it called.

But her heart. . . Her heart belonged to Jin-woo.

She promised to return once she had done her work, and Jin-woo would happily wait for her no matter how long she would take, because she was a deity whom all mortals loved before she was even his.

"My realm is your realm." He said as he took her hand in his. Jin-woo brought it to his lips, touching the soft skin like the petals of a blossoming flower. . . Warm like the morning sunshine. "We shall always rule this world together as I serve you, my Queen."

"Will you wait for my return, then?" Hae-in asked.

The Death Monarch let out a smile at his lover. "I will wait for you like how the mortals await for their flowers to bloom. And how the moon waits for the sun to rest. It may feel as though thousands of years might pass, I know fate will bring you back to my arms."

She parted after sharing one last kiss. Jin-woo stood in the entrance of his realm even as she had disappeared into petals and allowed the wind to carry her. He learned that to love meant to wait. He had entrusted his heart to someone who would hold his without burden. Jin-woo would be last and first person Hae-in would see and they shall continue to rule their realm together. Hand-in-hand.

Soon, mortals will hear tales of life and death. When life is away, death can only wait to see her again. When flowers rot, another blooms, it simply means there is a cycle, just like two lovers whose love never withers.

[steel-and-fire]

forget - me - not : has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ? are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?

lily : how does your muse view their mother ?

pansy : does your muse often reflect on their own actions ? do they ever think a lot about the past , and what they could have done differently ?

hiiiii iggy my beloved ♥

forget - me - not : has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ? are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?

Already answered~

lily : how does your muse view their mother ?

Igris adores his mother. She is a reliable, powerful woman, and after his father's passing, she took the reigns of the household and made sure he and his sisters continue to grow up properly, surrounded by love and care, as well as becoming free, strong and independant people with their own dreams and aspirations.

He loves her very much, she is one of the very few people in the world he would give everything for, and he will protect with his life.

Not that she needs much protection, lady is a badass uvu

pansy : does your muse often reflect on their own actions ? do they ever think a lot about the past , and what they could have done differently ?

Mmm....Igris certainly looks into his actions and considers what he could improve on, what he messed up and how to do better next time. He isn't an airhead, and constantly seeks to improve.

He doesn't think about the past too much though, no. Whatever happened happened, sad or good, and it's already there. He acknowledges, but doesn't' dwell too much on it. He finds the things he can do better next time, but doesn't like to poison his thoughts with what could be different.

Shit's how it is, what do. We live in the present and press forward.

hiiiii iggy my beloved ♥

He winks at you and sends a smooch over~ <3

[venomgender]

SOLO LEVELING

[fratricideknight]

thinking about Them 🫡⚔️ (Igris, my beloved)

[jellykyunnie]

Sung Jinwoo x Introvert Reader

A/N: I saw hcs of Jinwoo with this type of s/o so I thought abt making my own version:3

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

・┆✦ Entry : 002✦ ┆・

“Oh, this is my lov—”

“Babe, why are you hiding in my shadow?”

Well he’s tall so you need to make use of it and part of that is turning him into a hiding spot againt humans.

Humans are disgusting, SHIELD JINWOO FTW /j

He isn’t much of a talker but boy do you amuse him with how desperate you are in escaping socializing. You will yeet away by ALL MEANS NECESSARY. (Dw he comes in for the rescue anyway)

You one time asked if you can just be like his shadows. Jinwoo was so shooketh he stared at you for a period of time before desperately saying: “Babe, babe no. Just no babe.”

Sometimes you make his brain spasm. Rip Jinwoo. But hey’s he’s a simp so he doesnt complain.

He may or may not have a proud moment one time realizing how it’s only him who knows your true colors. Whatever that secret side of you is that only he knows— Man’s just so proud he has a stupid grin on his handsome face **FRUSTRATED NOISES AND SLAPS JINWOO FOR BEING HANDSOME**

He honestly really loves that you lean to him whenever you are anxious. It just shows you trust him a lot that he is the first person you cling onto when you feel threatened. 

Jinwoo sometimes gets into a daze when you do while his hand instinctively pulls you in. When the big boi gets it together he softly rubs your arm /or waist (Whatever tf he can reach with ur height idk) and then he pecks you, whispering gently; “I’m here, dont be scared. Wanna go somewhere else?”

When he’s at work igris, Bellion, and Beru are protecting you, they are skery bois and they shall sker anyone that dares approach their king’s lover. Sometimes Iron is there too, Iron is a clown we love clown Iron.

Sometimes he adds more soldiers if you want to pet them.

His soldiers are your puppies, each of them want your attention hueheheheh. you may be an introvert but CANNOTTT resist these lidol bebes (Shush, we dont talk abt them in battle keep ur mouth shut)

He is always there whenever you are overwhelmed by everything else. He’ll bring you to a quiet place and soothe you there.

Jinwoo would place you on his lap, strong arms embracing you close. Hs embrace is tight but not so tight that you are hurt, just enough to let you know your beloved knight in shining armor is protecting you. He will hum with his lips on your hair and rocking back and forth.

After you calm down, PREPARE FOR THE ALMIGHTY SUNG JINWOO KITH FEAST.

Your hair, your cheeks, your nose the corner of your eyes, under your eyes, the edge of your lips— He will kiss your whole face with sweet kisses. 

If he hears you break into a soft giggle he chuckles along with you and then pulls you even closer to his chest.

Do you hear his heartbeat? It beats for you.

Oh how he just wants to coo at you, ur so precious his heart goes hNGHGHHHH

He will always protect you.

Sung Jinwoo is the world’s strongest hunter and the shadow monarch.

What use are those fancy titles if he cant protect you—

You who is his everything, you who makes him smile even in your littlest ways, may it be stupid or not— Sung Jinwoo loves you and he will cherish you.

He is not only strong for his family and the rest of the world...

But for you. So do keep that in mind<3

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —!  stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[yersina]

Igris my beloved ❤️

Starting the first episode of the solo leveling anime wish me luck

[katsukavi]

"OH SHIT!" part 1

It's an Omega Jin-Woo x Alpha Male Reader. It's titled "oh shit" because they keep falling into more and more pain, but end up falling for each other. This is part 1!

THE STRONGEST HUNTER, Sung Jin-Woo was mistaken to be an alpha with his build and strength but he was an omega. It made sense back then when he was an E-Rank hunter, but now that he changed greatly and it was nearly impossible to distinguish him from Alphas from a glance.

That was the S-Rank (L/n) (M/n)'s mistake. He had thought that his best friend was an Alpha his entire life, going on a 'sleepover' and going out to drink. Stupid move yes, but male omegas are rare — making it less likely in (L/n)'s head for Jin-Woo to be an omega.

Anyways, this.. this was a horrendously severe mistake an Alpha and an Omega could do. Two idiotic adults spending time alone.

"What the hell?" (M/n) rubbed his eyes, his other hand trapped underneath Jin-Woo's waist. He could feel bare skin underneath the blanket, making him retract his hand almost immediately.

'What the fuck?! What the fuck!?!' he thought repeatedly, confused on why he and his friend were naked. Sung Jin-Woo groaned, taking the blanket and covering himself in his sleep; the only thing he could do to stay warm.

(M/n) took a deep breath, turning away from the sight and walking away. "Nothing happened. We just got drunk.. Definitely. 100%.." he told himself, trying to stay optimistic as he slid something on— continuing with his morning routine.

But it still lingered at the back of his mind, even while making breakfast. What the hell happened that night?

"What time is it?" Jin-Woo exited the room, groggily scratching his stomach. "It's 11am.. Aaand, it looks like you found my favorite black shirt.." (M/n) mentioned, putting eggs on his plate.

"My clothes are missing so I'm borrowing this for a while," Jin-Woo rested on the table, his head and body aching in pain. "Eat this. It's good for hangovers," (M/n) threw a banana towards him, Jin-Woo catching it easily.

(L/n) sat down, glaring daggers at Jin-Woo in silence. The Shadow Monarch didn't spare any concern, still chewing on his fruit. Or was a banana even a fruit? It was like (M/n)'s dilemma, was the banana sitting across him a fruit(Alpha) or a vegetable(Something else).

"H-Hey.. Jin-Woo," (M/n)'s hands trembled, doing his best to seem composed. "...What are you?"

The question was vague, both of them sitting in silence before Jin-Woo swallowed his meal. "I'm an S-Rank Hunter."

(L/n) calmed down, trying to forget his worries. It's impossible, someone as strong as Sung Jin-Woo couldn't be an omega. Besides, they were both male so it's not possible in the slightest. The possibility was slimmer than a sheet of paper.

Sung Jin-Woo, a powerhungry bastard did not know why his friend acted so unnerved that day. In fact, he just didn't care. With his immunity to alcohol, he could remember a few glimpses of that incident and just accepted it.

It is what it is. If it's not a fight, he does not care.

It's not like he could get pregnant. (L/n) (M/n) was more of a Beta-type person if he said so himself. He was neutral with everything and is less agressive than the Alpha males he's met. He was a chill dude overall. He calms Jin-Woo down like a beta would.

Besides, he confirmed that on (M/n)'s hunter wikipedia page. They were totally safe.

That's what he thought.

"Holy Fuck—!!" (M/n) stepped back, watching Sung Jin-Woo vomit his lunch right in front of him. "Are you okay?!" He dropped his rapier, immediately rushing to aide his companion. He used his skill, a bright red blast defeating all the monsters in the vicinity.

"My Liege?!" Beru shouted, worrying about his health. Other shadows gathered around, worried about their master's condition. "I'm fine.." Jin-Woo said, wiping the spew from his mouth.

"Yeah right! I just saw you vomit Niagra Falls right there. You're going home," (M/n) grabbed his shoulders in a commanding manner, feeling that someone so valuable shouldn't be in dangerous territory that moment.

"Igris, take him home.." (M/n) looked back, the aura around him turning heavy. "But Igris is my shadow—" Jin-Woo tried protesting, the dark knight obeying (M/n)'s order instead of his. Jin-Woo wanted to continue fighting too, but he couldn't defy (M/n).

"Eh? (M/n) Hyung, where's Jin-Woo Hyung?" Yoo Jin-Ho came from around the corner, seeing (M/n) alone in that cave. "I sent him home. The bastard was sick," he responded, grabbing his precious rapier from the floor.

He couldn't believe he dropped his beloved sword on the floor like that. He didn't even let anyone touch it with their disgusting hands.

"But he's an S-Rank Hunter too? This isn't even an S-Rank dungeon.. He's fine by himself."

(L/n) (M/n) froze in between putting the blade in it's sheath. Jin-Ho was right, why the hell did he send an S-Rank Hunter home? He even had his own system and multiple shadows, it wasn't like he would die in a measly A-Rank dungeon.

He knew how powerful Jin-Woo was based on his own experiences with a System. That's how they met in the first place. A system collaboration.

"...Just shut up," (M/n)'s voice was sharp, making the Beta tense in fear. "Y-Yes Hyung!" Jin-Ho responded, never seeing the laid back hunter so serious before. Was he finally acting like an Alpha?

[The Orion System applauds the 'Predator; (L/n) (M/n)']

[( ' ▽ ' ).｡ｏ♡]

"Why are you applauding me?" (M/n) glared at the yellow boards of notifications in front of him. He moved the screens away from his view, looking at his ceiling as he felt the empty space beside his bed. 'Jin-Woo was here just four weeks ago..'

His (e/c) eyes went wide, facing away from that empty space. 'He's my friend! I shouldn't be thinking of him like this. He'll probably think I'm weird...'

[You rn: (*♡∀♡) ]

[lol ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]

"Fuck you Orion or whatever your name is... damn system," (M/n)'s face flushed, hiding himself under his covers. 'Jin-Woo's scent... It smells really good.'

Sung Jin-Woo's condition started to get worse. He drank a few health potions but none of them seemed to be working— only amplifying the effects of it. He tried looking if it was an odd debuff or curse, but none of them seemed to be the cause.

Since he could heal anything himself, he was almost sure not even the hospital could find out what it is. He was absolutely afraid this 'curse' could affect his work life.

"Have you gone to the hospital?" (M/n) asked all of a sudden, making him freeze. "That won't do anything.." he sighed, resting his head on the restaurant table — not feeling the least bit hungry.

"We should go just in case though," (M/n) grabbed some of the meat on his plate, deciding not to waste them. "It's a condition not even a health potion can fix. It probably won't be anything simple to fix by going to a hospital," Jin-Woo murmured.

"There you go with being negative again.. You've been really moody these days, huh Jin-Woo?"

"I wanna die.."

"Mhm, you've been saying that for the past week," (M/n) patted his head, comforting him a bit. "I'm going to eat the rest of your food," he said, trying to taunt some life into Jin-Woo.

"Okay, I'm not hungry.." he said, ignoring (M/n). 'Oh gosh, this is so serious that the power hungry Shadow Monarch gave up on eating??' (M/n) felt a little sorry for the male, continuing to eat his lunch. "Let's go to the hospital."

"You are 2 weeks pregnant. It looks like you have to get on hiatus for at least five months. I know you're an S-Rank hunter, but please think about the life inside you as well."

'What?'

'Pregnant?'

"Jin-Woo, you're an omega?"

"And you're an alpha?"

❝ OH SHIT! ❞