#blonde hae

[starzgaze]

which one should i prioritize 🧎

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 168 }

the only exception.

yandere!jinwoo sung x fem.reader

disclaimers: i do not condone such behaviors in real life; read at your own caution; contains obsessive and possessive behavior.

whenever the news and gossip magazines chose to focus on the life of south korea's latest s-rank hunter, they would more often than not see sung jinwoo being so close to cha hae-in. there was a kindness in his gaze whenever the beautiful blond woman was settled right next to him, and he remained the ever so perfect gentleman when it came to how he treated hae-in.

and when their dating status had been confirmed, the world went wild for their relationship! paparazzi would discreetly follow them to each of their outings, the cameras catching them in their most pristine moments...

from holding hands while exiting the theaters together;

to late night walks spent on the beach;

and even the hundreds of kisses they shared after the completion of each raid they had went on together.

truly, jinwoo and hae-in's love story was something that was well known across the entirety of the world. there wasn't a single doubt in anyone's mind that they would become each other's endgame-

that is... until you arrived.

{ ... }

you kept pulling at the collar of your blouse, feeling as though the stiffness of your newly bought clothes was a bit too stifling for you-

or maybe you were just nervous about your new transfer to the korean hunter's association branch. apparently, news of your skills as a healer had caught the interest of one of the most well known branches of the hunter's association. and despite being on the fence about leaving the comfort of your country, just seeing the amount of money they had offered you was more than enough to make you reconsider.

before your transfer, you had taken some time to learn a bit of the language, just in case. despite how you knew that the chairman could speak fluently in various languages (including yours) you still wished to do your part and at least make an attempt to speak korean.

while approaching the chairman's office, you smoothed out the fabric of your skirt and blouse once more, ready to knock on the chairman's door had it not already been splayed open for you.

grateful that your reflexes were fast enough, you managed to take a step back, avoiding getting your face smashed in by the wooden doors. with a surprised gaze, you saw standing in front of you was a tall man who appeared to be around your age. his eyes go wide as a gentle, blue glow seemed to shine against them.

his full lips were parted, and his eyebrows were furrowed in response as he kept staring at you; not even blinking once as his eyes kept on trailing down your form. the more he kept looking at you, the more his soft, ebony locks of hair seemed to fall across his face, further covering his eyes.

for what seemed like an eternity, you and the tall man remained in that position. while you were caught up on why he looked so familiar, a sudden lightbulb went up in your head.

he's the super strong hunter that's dating that blond woman, hunter cha?

sung jinwoo. his name finally comes back to you.

he looks back up at you, eyes becoming even wider for the briefest moment as you let out a gasp.

fuck, did i say his name out loud? the urge to apologize to him was felt coursing through your veins as you gave jinwoo a polite bow.

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to say your name so casually. uhm..." you introduce yourself to him, letting him know how you were a new transfer in as much korean that you could manage.

once you finish, it appeared as though there were a shift in jinwoo's demeanor. instead of staring at you with a look of faint interest, there seemed to be a dreamy expression taking over his features. he tests your name out a few times before looking away from you-

with a prominent blush seen settled against his cheeks.

"would you like to join me for dinner?" jinwoo asks you in a flurry of words, making you take yet another step back.

did i hear him wrong?

a pout was seen against jinwoo's face when you didn't answer him, making him ask again, this time in english (a somewhat universally known language), "you and me, dinner?"

"oh, no, i'm sorry!" you quickly held up your hands in hopes of mitigating the tension you felt in the air, "i can't tonight because i have a meeting with the chairman..." your face felt hot, wondering why this was even happening.

jinwoo's shoulders seemed to slump just the tiniest bit in response, with his lips pursed. a sudden movement from your periphery catches your attention, and you trail your eyes down to see what it was, finally noticing the way jinwoo had his fists clenched in response.

a hearty voice calling out your name was what ultimately saves you from this awkward situation, standing up straight as chairman go gunhee greets you, "i was wondering what was taking you so long, but seeing hunter sung jinwoo means that you two must have just met, right?"

"sorry, i'll go now." jinwoo finally leaves just then, but not before suddenly bumping his shoulders against yours. a cold sensation was felt coursing through you, making goosebumps appear all across your skin as you had to fight back the urge to shiver.

jinwoo's presence was just so... overbearing at times. you could feel the darkness exuding from his form in absolute waves, making you feel intimidated by him at first...

but after his sudden question about asking you out to dinner, you were left a bit more confused than intimidated.

only when jinwoo leaves did the chairman place a comforting hand on your shoulder, smiling down at you with words of reassurance. "hunter sung can be a bit intimidating, but he's a good man that means well."

you nod your head in agreement with the chairman, following him into his office, completely forgetting about your strange encounter with jinwoo, remaining blissfully unaware of the strange pairs of glowing, purple eyes that were now hidden beneath your shadow.

{ … }

you had been filled in about the association’s current policy when it came to healers working here. these terms were simple, but had one golden rule that had to be followed:

healers were not allowed to join a guild or form a contract with any guilds; they are meant to serve the association as a whole and go on various raids to help hunters on the field. and because you were evaluated as being an a-rank healer, it was vital that you were kept on call and had to prepare for any raids that were to come.

of course, such a policy remained the same from your own country as well, so you were happy about this fact and saw no issues with following the rules.

as you were escorted out of the building, you let out a happy sigh, taking in the fresh air the night had brought you before making your way back home. as you pass by the citizens that went on with their day, none of them seemed to pay any attention to you, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

which caused you to think back to jinwoo and the general… oddities seen in his behavior.

why did he ask you out when the whole world knew of his relationship with hunter cha hae-in?

as you kept mulling your interaction with him over and over again, you managed to come up with a rational answer…

surely, he had to have meant it in a more professional manner, right? jinwoo probably noticed how nervous you were and wanted to help with further welcoming you. yes, that was probably it.

feeling satisfied with your answer, you began to walk with a bit of a bounce in your step. as your figure got closer to a streetlight, it manages to lengthen your shadow as a sudden, ink-like movement was seen on the pavement.

your eyes go wide, making you look down to see what it was. as your eyes trail across the sidewalk, the only thing you could see was your own shadow growing from beneath the intensity of the light.

“perhaps i’m lacking sleep or something.”

doing your best to convince yourself that you were not losing your mind, you continue your trek home, still unaware of the glowing eyes that remained expertly hidden from beneath the depths of your shadow.

{ … }

to say sung jinwoo had developed an infatuation with you would be a complete understatement-

he was obsessed with you.

ever since you began working as the association’s latest healer (left in the wake of several other healers own retirement), jinwoo had followed along with your every raid.

a strange sense of pride fills him when he sees your face plastered against the news articles. the nation adored your tenacity and potency of your healing abilities, which boosted many hunters’ own confidence and morale with each raid.

and despite how proud jinwoo was for your growing popularity…

he also hated it.

he hated how you were surrounded with other men (and women) who constantly boasted about you and your abilities. seeing how so many people adored you filled jinwoo with a sudden urge to slash them all away from you-

but he held back such urges. after all, it was vital that he play his cards right and appear to be the same, normal hunter sung jinwoo-

a sung jinwoo from before he ever met you.

{ … }

you knew something was amiss when the chairman made a direct call to you on the day that was supposed to be your day off. no gates had appeared as of late, and you took this chance to take a much needed breather from everything.

so you spent the next thirty minutes heading back to the hunter's association building, feeling your anxiety and concern increase by a tenfold the moment chairman go had met with you right when you first entered the building.

"come, let's take a bit of a stroll away from such prying eyes."

the chairman places a gentle hand behind your back, leading you out of the building and back into the warm, afternoon air. you walk aimlessly beside him, wringing your hands together in response to how anxious you felt.

"what's wrong, sir? you seem... conflicted."

he chuckles while glancing down at you, "you're a sharp woman."

the chairman stops walking while staring blankly ahead, and it takes him several seconds to compose himself before he tells you, "ahjin guild wishes to recruit you."

the sudden revelation makes you stop dead in your tracks as well. "what? but that's impossible... you can't mean to tell me that you're considering it, sir?"

he shakes his head while letting out a sigh, "i said the exact same thing to hunter sung. but he would not budge. he truly is going all in, just to have you."

it had been months (a total of 6 months, to be exact) since the day you had first met him. you had not seen him during the various raids you had participated in, the memory of him being brought to the backburner of your mind-

and now, you come to find out that jinwoo wished to recruit you?

impossible.

"he says that if i will not allow you to join ahjin- if i am refusing to make an exception for you, then he will quit being a hunter."

chairman go's words succeeds in making your knees feel weak, nearly making you fall had it not been for the way his powerful arms were kept wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you steady.

"sir, y-you agreed to let him recruit me?"

a solemn expression was seen on the older man's face, giving you a slight nod before admitting to you, "i have made millions of loopholes for the sake of keeping jinwoo within his home country... as long as we have him on our side, then we shall always have the upper hand. i'm sorry."

your heart was pounding in your chest, filling you with a hint of despair, since you knew that there was no way that you could refuse now.

"a-and, when does hunter sung wish for me to start working for him at his guild?"

the chairman meets your gaze and answers, "he wishes for you to start first thing tomorrow morning."

{ ... }

the moment jinwoo received a call from the chairman, pretty much confirming you as the latest member of his guild, he was overjoyed, to say the least.

he had spent so much time paving a path for you; a path that would ultimately lead you to him.

now, all he had to do was tie up some loose ends.

jinwoo remained in his office, settled within the comfort of his guild when he could hear the tapping of someone's shoes echo across his floor. but his mind was too occupied to pay them any mind, holding his cup of instant coffee while staring blankly at the cityscape bathed beneath the light of the full moon.

in the next few seconds, his peace would be interrupted when a woman bursts through his office, panting heavily. he sees hae-in's features being reflected against the smooth pane of the window, and he gives her some semblance of his attention when he acknowledges her with a side glance.

"hunter cha, good evening. what brings you here?"

a sharp inhalation was heard coming from her, the woman's slender hands remaining clenched in response as her eyes began to flash gold. "you know why i'm here, jinwoo. just... just what has been going on with you?!"

"it's been months since we last spoke to each other, and... and every plan that we have made together has been cancelled by you so... so effortlessly."

jinwoo hums, putting down his cup of coffee before fully facing her. "i think you and i both know what's going on, cha hae-in."

angry tears were seen streaming down her face now, with her fists clenched in response. "i may understand it, but that doesn't mean that i'll accept it. we have been dating for nearly a year now, y-yet you're so eager to throw it all away!"

the shadow monarch folds his arms across his chest, left completely unfazed by hae-in's outbursts. "that's why i'm giving you a chance to save your pride; break up with me now and announce it in your next conference."

he watches as her nails dig into the palm of her hand, creating crescent shaped imprints from the sheer amount of pressure she had placed. "and if i refuse?"

the woman wasn't even given a chance to blink when jinwoo reaches her, summoning one of his daggers as he presses the tip of the blade close to her neck. a choked whimper was heard coming from her, and she watches with wide eyes when a droplet of blood manages to slide down the pale skin of her throat.

"you will do as i say, unless you really put such a low value on your life?" jinwoo sneers back at her, eyes glowing a dangerously violet hue.

it was in that moment that hae-in knew jinwoo had changed for the worse, seeing the tendrils of his dark love and obsession take over the entirety of his senses. all she could do was nod in agreement, promising jinwoo that she will make the announcement of their breakup the next day all while silently praying for the new woman jinwoo had fallen for...

{ ... }

[ FAMOUS AND POWERFUL HUNTER CHA HAE-IN JUST ANNOUNCES HER BREAKUP WITH FORMER BOYFRIEND AND FELLOW S-RANK HUNTER, SUNG JINWOO ]

the headlines that you read on your phone made you feel even dizzier as you made your way to ahjin guild's building, sending a wave of vertigo to course through you.

you were breathing heavily, leaning against one of the buildings as you fought back the urge to puke up your breakfast from this morning.

"relax... calm down, it's probably a coincidence. breakups happen all the time, and this time should be no different."

but was it really a coincidence? such timing seemed too... serendipitous. what were the chances that sung jinwoo would become single once more the day you were meant to join his guild?

not to mention, his strange desire for you to join in the first place...

fighting back the bitter taste within your mouth, you continue your trek towards jinwoo's building, ignoring the warning bells that went off from within the depths of your mind. even though your legs felt like lead with each step that you took, you push through and manage to arrive at ahjin's base of operations with a few minutes to spare.

the moment you step into the lobby, you were not expecting jinwoo to be standing directly in front of you, with you barely taking a step across the polished area when the president himself greets you.

he says your name (were you imagining the strange sense of yearning heard in his voice?) before placing a hand behind your back, "i'm so happy to see you again. it's been quite a while since our first meeting, and i intend to make up for it."

the sudden passion heard in jinwoo's voice catches you off guard even further, but you were given little time to react when he tightens his arms around you. a sudden shift was felt in the air as several, wisps of shadows began to surround you and jinwoo-

which left you a gaping mess when you found yourself in an unfamiliar room, surrounded with all the things that you loved.

from a bookshelf filled with your favorite novels and authors,

to various gaming consoles with a brand new laptop settled on a desk-

and the large, luxurious bed settled in the midst of it all-

your mind was struggling to keep up.

a new wave of nausea hits you as jinwoo wraps his arms around your front, bringing your back even closer to his chest as he practically presses you against him. he lets out a soft coo of your name, the tip of his nose felt brushing against your hair before he opens his mouth to gently tug at your ear with his teeth, lightly grazing at your skin.

"you have no idea how long i have waited for this moment, my darling love." a hint of insanity was heard within his voice, causing you to shiver when you tried to meet his gaze-

only to feel your blood turn ice cold at the mere sight of him.

his expression seemed to be in a haze with a prominent blush seen against his cheekbones. his mumblings were unclear to you, but the more you listened to him, the more you realized that such crazed mumblings were of your name alone.

"you’re mine mine mine mine... and if i even sense another breathing down your neck, i'll rip their hearts out."

his sudden admission makes you nearly slump down against the carpeted floors of the room, but jinwoo manages to keep you pressed against his chest. "oh, my darling girl, it's okay, it's okay... you won't need anyone else but me... and i'm going to take such good care of you. you're mine mine mine mine MINE... ah... sorry, i lost myself back there."

jinwoo's rich chuckle fills your ears, and you were still struggling to process everything when he carries you toward the bed decorated with blankets and sheets that went with your usual style. with a hum, he pulls back the blankets, getting into the plush bed with you still in his tight embrace.

after what seemed like an eternity, you manage to ask, "why... why are you like this?"

jinwoo continues to chuckle, further tightening his embrace around you, "well, what do you mean, sarang?"

you tremble and did your best to meet his gaze, "y-you were so loving when it came to hae-in... the perfect couple... you were the picture perfect lover, so why-"

"ah, that version of me is not the real version of me, my darling love." jinwoo interrupts you, admitting it with a sigh of relief. "in fact, it was quite stifling, pretending to bask in such minuscule emotions... one that does not even warrant to be defined as love-"

"oh no, what i felt for cha hae-in pales in comparison to what i feel for YOU. where all i felt was a lukewarm fondness for her, i feel a burning inferno for you."

jinwoo's breathing becomes heavier and more labored when he slowly unbuttons your blouse, lips latching hungrily onto your newly revealed skin as you cried out to him.

"b-but i don't understand... the love that i had seen between you and hae-in seemed so perfect, so why am i so different?"

jinwoo's teeth was lightly felt sinking into your skin, earning a gasp from you as the tears began to well up within your eyes, "well, if my darling must know, then i shall tell her."

jinwoo picks you up just then, allowing your frame to straddle his abdomen when his hands lovingly trace at your figure, "you just have a charm that i find irresistible, sarang. your scent and your appearance drew me into you, like a damn moth to a flame...! i can't help but feel as though the entirety of my existence is to serve and love you..."

he trails off just then, now leaning up to press another kiss against the shell of your ear before harshly whispering, "i'm not going to let anyone else have you. you are the one that evoked such changes in me... revealing my true self... allowing me to love you freely as the way that i have always been."

the severity of his confession was what ultimately sinks in, making you tremble in response. no words were able to escape from your parted lips when he spends the rest of his time littering your face with his possessive sweet kisses.

yet the moment he whispers the following words to you, you knew that your fate had been sealed from the moment sung jinwoo first laid eyes on you:

"you're the only exception... the only one that matters the most to me. everything that happened before you is meaningless now, and i hope that you're ready to take responsibility for all that you have done to me."

a.n. - whew, this was so much fun to write,,, and lowkey hot as well. like jinwoo, i accept you, darkness and allllll 😭😭😭😭

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[the-ace-with-spades]

(I adore fics where Johnny’s family loves Ghost from day one, but, you know…angst)

Soap and Ghost had been together for almost two years. They never name the relationship, really, but it's serious and they both know it.

Thing is, Johnny's seen Ghost's face a total of four times, counting Las Almas.

Well, he sees parts of it regularly, more than others. Ghost will either roll the balaclava up when they're reading together in bed or when they're eating. Sometimes, when Soap wants to go out and Ghost indulges him, he goes in public in just either a face mask or a gaiter and Soap can see his short wavy blonde hair sticking all over the place and 

The four times he had seen Simon’s face in it’s whole — obviously, Las Almas; one time when he was unconscious and bleeding from a head wound and Johnny had to check; one time when they took a shower together, Simon stayed with his back toward him through most of it, but when they finished, he let Johnny dry off his hair; one time, when Johnny asked him to see him for his birthday presents, a few minutes after midnight.

Johnny wasn’t sure why exactly Simon didn’t want to show him his face. It wasn’t a trust thing — he trusted Johnny with more than his own life — and it wasn’t like he was ugly — he was downright sinful. He never drilled the topic because he didn’t care, if SImon wasn’t ready, then he wasn’t ready, but if he had to guess, it was all to do with identity and being seen. No one knew his face — people could know his name, Simon “Ghost” Riley, but they wouldn’t know the man behind the mask. Wouldn’t know the people behind Simon “Ghost” Riley.

(Johnny wasn’t completely off on the assumption — Simon didn’t want anyone to know his face because faceless people weren’t missed. Faceless graves — like his own — didn’t have people to leave behind, and faceless soldiers didn’t have loved ones to find and he was both. No one could get hurt if he remained faceless. Or at least that’s what he’d been telling himself.)

And Johnny is okay with that — if Simon never showe him his face again, he’d still love him all the same. Johnny’s family? Not so much.

They’re supposed to be in Glasgow for five days total, leaving after Boxing Day. Johnny gives them all a warning, that Ghost is a bit shy and doesn’t like showing his face, he’ll most likely stay covered the whole time, he might be wearing a balaclava, or a mask, he probably won't eat at the table.

When they arrive at his parents house, it almost seems like everyone forgot. Like everyone thought it'd be more mild or that Johnny was exaggerating.

There are looks. There is silence. People can't stop staring.

His mam takes one look at Simon’s balaclava once they enter the living room and looks funny at them. “Ah thooght Ah tauld ye boays tae strip doon.”

“Mam, lea him alane,” he tries but he can tell that Simon is getting tense and his mam is getting tense.

His mam, who is usually the sweetest person ever, is uncharacteristically quiet and curt whenever Simon is around. Simon doesn't really know how to make it better — Johnny's never seen him so silent outside of stealth missions, he just stands there like a sore thumb, not making anything less awkward. He didn't expect him to — Simon's social skills are lacking and he loves him that way — but he expected his own family to not make such a big deal out of that mask.

His da is stern and silent, which is as disapproving as he gets. His sisters are a bit weirded out, but mostly focused on teasing Johnny, even making fun of the mask. With a stupid grin, his older sister asks, “Does he keep it oan in bed?”

Johnny doesn't say anything to that, even though his face feels red. His sisters stop laughing.

“He does?” When Johnny tries to step out of the room and avoid the conversation, his sister’s tone changes. “Hae ye e’en seen his face?”

“O’ coorse Ah hae,” he spits out. He doesn’t specify it was only four times — he doesn’t think it’d help. “And ‘s a bonnie ane, alricht.”

It doesn’t save the situation and his sisters are also weirded out and wary from then on.

 The kids do not care — they ask maybe two questions, tilts their head as Simon explains and that’s it — and Johnny breathes a little easier as soon as his nieces push Simon outside to help them build a snowman.

The judgment doesn’t stop. Johnny’s blood boils any time it shows and even though Simon says it’s all fine, he can’t stop feeling angry about this. They just can’t get past the mask.

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are difficult to Simon and Johnny knows it. He’s given him the option to omit the family dinner on both those days if he’s not feeling alright enough to spend those days in crowdy house filled with a flock of loud and cheery people of all ages.

Simon knows this. He also knows that if he says he wants to stay at Johnny’s flat for the time being, Johnny is going to insist he doesn’t have to go either, that he’d prefer to stay in with him and not go for the Christmas dinner. Which he also knows is bullshit — Johnny loves Christmas, loves spenidng time with his family, that was basically why he kept on insisting Simon couldn’t stay alone at the base for Christmas another year in a row. It was the main reason why he agreed to go with Johnny in the first place, he was pretty sure if he didn’t go with him, Johnny would insist he stays, too. 

So Simon stays in for Christmas Eve — or rather goes to a pub while Soap spends the day with his parents — but insists they go to Christmas dinner. 

His family is disappointed to see him there, to the point the usual manuevering around politeness and disapproving go onto a backburner.

“John said yer nae a fan o’ Christmas,” Johnny’s mum says to him pointedly.

“That’s right.”

“And yet ye’r ’ere,” she notes.

Johnny is far away from the earshot and he doesn’t want to lie to her so he admits, “If I didn’t come, Johnny would insist on keepin’ me company.”

“How come ye dinnae try to hae a bit mair cheer fur th' holidays then? Put a bit mair effort in for ma baby.” 

Johnny notices and soon enough, he’s next to him, their arms brushing, Johnny’s hand on the small of his back. “Lea him alane, mam.”

“It’s fine,” he says even though it’s not fine. They deserve an explanation, even just to know what they son is getting himself into. “My family was murdered on Christmas Eve. I’m—I’m trying.”

The silence falls over the room — Johnny’s mum, dad, his sister, all present, not looking at them. Simon closes his eyes, tries to breathe.

Johnny rubs his back. “Let’s gae home.”

“I’m not ruining Christmas for you, Johnny,” he says. Before Johnny can deny it — and he knows he’d try — he tries to placate, “Let’s just have ourselves a minute to calm down.”

Maybe it’s the way his voice is perfectly levelled or the way his hand trembles as he squeezes Johnny’s, but he lets him leave the room.

He steps outside — to the backyard. Sits down on the step to the garden and lets the snow soak through his jeans and the top o his balaclava.

The kids come outside, tripping over Simon’s legs. They were all oblivious to the trails and errors of Simon’s integration into the family, so they approach him as always

“Whit's wrang?”

There’s just something so innocent in having a six-year-old girl covered from head to toe in pink and glitter worry about you. Simon would never admit it in front of Johnny, but he finds the accent cute.

Simon takes off the mask.

The kids all look at him and look at him, a bit unsure maybe a bit fearful — it can be a scary sight, he admits, the elongated, jagged smile that sticks to him no matter the mood, makes him more crazy than he already is — but only one of Johnny’s niece keeps her eyes on Simon’s face. 

Shily, she asks, “Does it hurt?”

“No,” he replies. When she smiles, he smiles back.

Not anymore.

This is Johnny’s family. Simon can deny it all he wants, but Johnny’s seen him as family, as someone he’d leave behind, and it hadn’t been unrequited. He can’t hide behind a mask forever and maybe this was the kick he needed.

He steps back inside when his hands turn numb. He doesn’t put the mask back on.

Johnny’s eyes widen. “Simon?”

Simon just—smiles. He can feel the scars pulling on the corners of his mouth, the stiffer skin, but he’s not faceless. He’s not been faceless for a while.

Edit (29/03/24): This is now a WIP for a minimum 15k fic, titled don't shoot me, santa, that will have 4 chapters and will be posted (hopefully) later in the year

[chiikasevennn]

oh wow that recent post you shared had me licking my phone

what about sjw fucking us while chi kisses us all over like----

I'm sorry

IT'S YOU AGAINNNNN 🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻. I feel guilty as well, but I embrace it ig. Guys comment ;((

Warning(s): dirty smut smut, breeding kink if you look closely 😏

♡

You were crying. Literally.

No, you weren't really in any pain. In fact, you liked it.

Jinwoo was pounding erratically deep inside of your overused cunt. Your middle was quite literally coated creamily like someone smeared glue all over it.

It was hot, sticky, and your stomach did the thing. And the fact rhat Cha Hae-In was kissing you so passionately made you cum quicker than expected.

Jinwoo hit that spot inside again—that spot in your pussy that ached terribly to be touched again. You ended up sobbing again. Hae-In smiled at how ruined you were.

A whimpering mess was what you were. Jinwoo's dick was clearly too big for you, but Hae-In and him helped to make sure it'd fit nicely as they anticipated.

The room smelt like sweat and sex, but all they cared about was you.

Honestly, if you could, you would've wiggled out of their tight grasp due to the overstimulation.

Jinwoo was an in a heavy daze as he thrusted his eager cock again and again deeply in your equally eager cunt like it was begging to be bred.

You felt something inside filling you up again. Ah, Jinwoo came for the nth time. You would surely go limp if this went on, but you didn't complain.

Hands clenching tighter on the sheets, your mind was beginning to go drunk. Jinwoo's cock was throbbing inside and it made you go nuts, and Hae-In giving you hickeys all over your neck, chest, shoulders, and everywhere, didn't help at all.

Jinwoo sighed happily and took deep breaths as he stared at the messy sight of you. You truly drive him crazy.

The blonde hunter yearned for precision when it came to pleasuring you. She may not have the genital of the man, but her tongue and fingers sure do know where to go.

She figured your body responded sensitively to her touch when she softly roamed her hands around you, especially your waist, so she made sure she gripped your waist and held you steadily as she kissed you everywhere and Jinwoo was fucking the life out of you.

Her hands were slithering everywhere and that made your heart jump and cum quicker.

You were talkative a minutes after the sex session began. But now you were just a cute, moaning and whimpering mess. They liked the effect they had on you—to be able to make you cry like this.

"Hurry. I want to eat her out." Hae-In complained, almost eyeing Jinwoo with a glare to which the man blatantly ignored.

… Again? Your eyes were blurry with tears, but you see believe you see a faint look on the clock that it was currently nine PM.

You guys began at seven.

Well, they did say they'd be happy to take you all night, all day.

Would you be able to walk after this tomorrow...? Was this what being paralyzed felt like?

[queenofheartlessdreams]

Punishment (Daemon Targaryen x Reader)

Fandom: House of the Dragon, Daemon Targaryen x Fem! Niece! Reader

Summary: The youngest born daughter of King Viserys is punished for her outburst against her bastard nephews. In doing so, Daemon ensures that her outburst is forgotten, replaced with rumors of their coupling.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: smut, harsh language, incest, oral (m receiving), dry humping, lots of banter

◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆

It had all happened so quickly. One moment, she was in the courtyard, watching the knights train, and the next, she was in the middle of the Targaryen family feud. It wasn't a rare occurrence at King's Landing, even more prevalent when Rhaenyra and her boys would come to visit, always by request of the opposing party. 

But this time, the fight was her own. She recalled the events as they played out, thinking of what she would tell her father. News would spread quickly throughout the castle, rumors would start before she could even process what had happened. 

She had been in the courtyard, sitting next to Aemond as she watched the two eldest sons, Aegon and Jace, sword fight in the midst of a crowd of people. It was for practice of course, yet still the violent echo of metal on metal rang through the open air. Jace had pinned his uncle, who was laughing underneath him, muttering about how strong he was. And that was when the real fighting broke out. Curses spewed at the other side, yelling rang louder than blades, as the family was driven further apart. 

So she had intervened, pulling the two boys off each other by the collars of their tunics, turning to Jace to reprehend him. 

"A wise king does not quarrel over petty insults," she had said, "If you are willing to kill a man for a single spoken word, then perhaps you shouldn't be king at all, no matter how strong."

She shouldn't have said the last part, and the smile it placed on her lips was soon replaced with a frown as Aegon gripped her arm, pulling her back from the nearly fatal blow from Jace's sword. Next thing she knew, the cold steel of Aegon's blade was in her hand, and she was thrusting it at her nephew. The metal vibrated in her palm as it made contact with Jace's blade, as he attacked with much stronger force. Just as guards began to close in on the pair, she had managed to quickly flip him, pressing her lace decorated heels into his forearm as she looked above him. 

"Careful, nephew. We wouldn't want the future king to lose his life over such a petty quarrel." 

With that, she stormed off into the castle, sure to get lectured by her father, Alicent, and every other member of the Small Council for her actions. 

◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆

Hours later, Y/N sat by the fire in her room, listening to the crackle of the flames as it consumed the dry wood below. She knew that she had faltered, she saw it in the eyes of her family that night at dinner. Rhaenyra looked at her with hatred, Alicent with sorrow, and her father had shunned himself from her gaze altogether. 

Guilt welled inside her as she looked into the flames. There was a knock at her door, the large oak creaking open before she could answer. Silver-blonde hair stormed into the room, attached to the body of Daemon Targaryen, brows furrowed as he made his way to his niece. 

The princess rolls her eyes, turning her head back to the flame, "Māzigon naejot vēdros issa hae sȳrī, Kepus?" (Come to hate me as well, uncle?)

The Prince Consort laughs, bitterness still etched across his face. He situated himself in the armchair next to Y/N, "ōregon aōha ēngos, riña." (Hold your tongue, girl.)

He doesn't give her the chance to quip back, carrying on in a low hiss, "I agreed to teach you combat under the condition that you would be sworn to secrecy and would only use it if absolutely necessary." 

"It was necessary," the girl counters," Prince Jacaerys swung at me first, I was only defending my honor."

"Your honor will mean nothing if word of this reaches outside the castle walls!" Daemon shouts, "I should punish you for your ignorance."

Y/N snorts, pushing herself off the floor to stand before him, looking down on the seated Prince," I assure you, you will get in much more trouble from my father for whatever punishment your sick mind can think of, then I will for defending myself from that impure boy."

Daemon's hands reach for the girl's hips, sliding down the silky fabric of her dress before pulling the girl to stand between his legs, "Do you truly think so little of me?"

"The contrary," Y/N replies, putting her hands on his shoulders, "I know you're good enough a man to honor my virtue, and smart enough a man to know anything you try will be disproved by my father." 

"Of course, princess," Daemon retorts, violet eyes staring into her own, " I would never be such a monster to dishonor your maidenhead, though, I'm not sure how many Lords would like to wed you given your brazen display in the courtyard today."

Y/N pulls away, turning her back to the prince, "If you only wish to rebuke me, then you may leave, Prince Consort. I am in no mood for it."

For a moment, silence fills the room, only the gentle crackle of the fire heard in the stone walls. Daemon makes no move to excuse himself, nor does the princess, her feet firmly planted on the cold floor below. The Prince lets out a sign, "There are other ways, you know."

Y/N doesn't move, eyes darting silently to the fire, not daring to look at the man behind her, "I don't know what you speak of, Uncle."

She shivers as she feels the Prince's hand grab her own, rough and calloused from years of welding a blade, and riding on dragon back. This thumb caresses the back of her hand, as he pulls Y/N back into his grasp, "Other ways of punishment, ones that don't involve giving up your precious virtue." 

This time Y/N faces him, a twisted smirk on her face, "Did one of your whores teach you?"

"You are aware that I do more than fuck and kill, aren't you?" the Prince Consort responds, a faint smile on his lips.

"And here I thought it was your only pastime," Y/N answers, "Anytime you return to King's Landing, you're always boasting of the women you've impregnated, the bastards you've fathered, and the men you've killed."

She looks for a retort, a flicker of anger in his eyes, yet cannot find a glimpse. Daemon's face contorts, eyes looking up at the Princess with an expression of sorrow, of sympathy, like warm honey against the flickering fire. 

Y/N exhales, "Fine, what ways do you speak of?"

"Dēmās," (sit) Daemon responds, smirking at the girl's surrender. He pats his leg, watching as she obliges, smoothing the expensive silks of her gown as she does. 

"You mustn't be so tense, princess," Daemon whispers, toying with the lace on the back of her gown. His nimble fingers trail down the criss-crossed strings of the gown, falling to the base of her back, where the strings were tied in a dainty bow. The Prince tugs at the bow, releasing the knot, and allowing him to pull apart the confines of her dress, revealing the soft, pale skin of her back, and shoulders. 

Y/N sucks in a surprised gasp as she feels his lips press against her skin, soft kisses trailing across her shoulder blades. She feels Daemon's hands wrap around her waist, one placed against her lower stomach, the other against her thigh, securing her against the warmth of his body. 

Slowly, the kisses turn to nips against her flesh, faint moans escaping from the young Princess's lips, a discernible, yet foreign heat rising from the apex of her thighs. 

"Daemon," she whispers, feeling his grip around her waist loosen ever so slightly.

"Laehurlion issa," (Face me), the Prince commands, watching her skirts slide up her legs as she straddles his thigh, stockings noticeable from beneath the pool of fabric along your waist. He could feel the heat of her core through the leather of his trousers, smirking as he recognized her arousal.  

"Move your hips," he states, looking up at the disheveled princess above him. He saw the way her lips parted, breaths heavy from the simplest of touches, the simplest forms of affection. 

"What?" she breathes, watching as Daemon places his hands along her hip bones, rocking her ever so gently. 

And then, she feels it. A jolt of arousal surged at her core as she rubbed against him. A whimper escapes her lips as she rocks herself, falling against Daemon's chest, inhaling the scent of his skin as her nose rubbed against his neck, face tickled with long strands of his silver hair. Daemon's hips buck up instinctively, feeling Y/N's warm breath on his flesh. 

Y/N moans into his skin as she continues to grind against him, overwhelmed by the feeling of pleasure that came from the simplest movement of her hips. She fell into a rhythm, feeling the pressure build in her core. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one that made her toes curl, and breath well up inside her, making her words feel caught in her throat. 

Daemon watches as the girl all but moans his name, feeling the rhythmic drag of her hips against him,  the smoothness of each glide as her undergarments become more and more wet. He sees her chest move against the loosened fabrics, deep breaths of air coming out as helpless moans, and pants, echoing  across the silence of the castle. It made him painfully hard, watching her chase her orgasm through the use of his body, her legs nearly brushing against his erect cock with every methodical rock of her hips. 

It is with a shrill moan that the Princess finishes, resting her forehead against his own, layered in a sticky sheen of sweat. Daemon moves his hands across her body as her movement stills, tracing the curves of her sides, her breasts, mesmerized by the enchanting sight of her body. 

His exploration is interrupted as soft hands find his cheeks, caressing his jaw, feeling the slightest bit of stubble that rested there. His eyes met her own, vibrant and violet, hazed over with the unmistakable glisten of lust. 

"I'd like to repay the favor," Y/N whispers, her hot breath against his lips, "I believe you have more to teach me."

Daemon watches as her delicate hand slides down his chest, down to the noticeable bulge in his trousers. His eyes flutter, as he lets out a shaky breath, "Of course, Princess."

He allows her to rub against him several more times, before directing her to the floor, kneeling between his legs. Her hands find the laces of his trousers, undoing the simple knot.

Y/N paused, a thrum of nervousness echoing over the overwhelming feeling of arousal. Her hands hesitate, hovering over his cock. Daemon's hands lift her chin, bringing her to meet his eyes, "Do you trust me?"

Y/N smiles, swiping her tongue against the plumpness of her own lips, "Never."

Daemon shifts in his seat, pushing himself back to lean against the plush cushions. It was nearly humorous, the obliviousness of his niece. She may have been a weapon with a sword, and a poison with her words, but deep down, she was still a maiden, innocent, and pure. 

"Give me your hand," he says, extending his own.

The girl obliges, watching as Daemon guides her hand to his cock, curling it around the base. He begins pumping himself slowly, Y/N's soft hand dragging along every thick vein that runs across his shaft. He watches as her eyes never leave the sight of his cock, fascinated by the beads of precum that leaked from his red tip. 

A sense of pride wells in his stomach as he tilts his head back, eyes closed, mind clouded by lustful bliss. Y/N's pace never falters, stroking his cock with a delicate, yet firm hand, grazing her thumb gently against his tip. Daemon's hips buck involuntarily as she does, and a small moan escapes his parted lips. 

"May I use my mouth?", the Princess asks, a small sultry voice as blood pounded in Daemon's ears. 

"Yes," he breathes, nearly pleading, not stopping to think of the consequences he may face for her boldness, for his willingness and persuasion. 

He was expecting a kitten lick, perhaps, an experiment of his niece's newfound pleasure, nothing like the long draw of her tongue against his shaft before his tip is engulfed, tongue swirling around the most sensitive part of his manhood. 

Daemon gasps, eyes opening in shock to glare down at the hollow-cheeked girl between his legs. "Where in the Seven Kingdoms did you learn that?", he says, breath shaky. 

The Princess smiles, shying away with a blush across her cheeks, "I read about it."

Daemon nearly laughs at her answer, running a hand through his silver hair, "You read it... in a book?"

"Yes, there are many romance novels in the castle," Y/N elaborates, haste in her words, "Not every book is full of our histories, many are novels of fiction, which I find much more interesting than the accounts of Aegon the Conqueror and his sister wives."

"No wonder your mind is filled with so much filth," he says mockingly, tapping against her temple.

"I simply wish to be knowledgeable of the subject for when the time comes that my husband shall bed me," she says, swatting his hand away, resuming her ministrations of his cock. Warmth pooled between her thighs as she began giving open mouth kisses along his shaft. 

Her kisses now reached his tip, where he watched as she licked up the slit, swallowing the moisture that beaded there. Finally, she slides his cock into her mouth, inch by inch as she bobs her head, knowledge failing her as she attempts to take him all, only to gag around the sheer length of his manhood.  Daemon groans as he feels her, craving more as she wraps her hand along the part of his cock that she couldn't take in her mouth. His hand snakes into her hair, threading through her silvery-blonde braids, pins falling to the ground below. 

She moaned around his cock as he pushed her head slightly further, guiding her pace. Daemon's chest heaved as he hissed behind his teeth, eyes shut in torturous pleasure, feeling his release building quickly, craving that relief. 

Y/N watches through hooded eyes as Daemon throws his head back, breaths becoming ragged pants. She knew from her novels that meant he was close, continuing to sloppily bob her head, saliva running down the base of Daemon's cock like a precious elixir, dripping down onto the cushioned seat below. 

Daemon's hand tightened in her hair, digging into her scalp. Even in this state, so desperate for release, she could tell he was holding back, not wanting to hurt her. 

Y/N heard his loud moans echo through the room, feeling his thighs shake against the palms of her soft hands. She tastes his release on her tongue, seed shooting to the back of her throat, thick and heavy as Daemon finishes. She continued out his orgasm, letting the shaking mess of him finish on her tongue before slowly sliding her mouth off of him, to leave his cock exposed, sleek and shining with saliva, his cum bubbling from the tip.

Daemon pants, looking down at the Princess, watching as his seed drips from her mouth, masking her lips in a faint white glow. Smirking, he leans forward, shoving his thumb into the girl's mouth, pulling down her jaw to see his seed nestled sweetly inside, coating her tongue, her cheeks, her throat. 

He roughly pushes her jaw shut, a dominating, possessive urge fallen over him, the urge to claim the Princess as his own, "Swallow."

Obediently, Y/N does, feeling his warm seed trail down her throat. She opens her mouth again, revealing nothing but the pinkish inside of her gums, no evidence of Daemon's release only moments before. "Was I thoroughly punished, teacher?"

◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆

Daemon awoke to find himself naked, yet surprisingly, alone, in his own bed. A faint breeze carried the scent of the sea through an open window, early morning sun shining on his pale skin. 

Daemon rolls over, smiling at the fond memories of the previous night, the Princess between his legs, her harmonious moans as she rides his thigh. He did honor his word, keeping her maidenhead intact, despite every masculine urge begging for him to go further once his initial release. Like a true Prince, he had kissed her hand goodnight, before returning to his own chambers, stroking himself to completion several more times before he rested. 

His impure thoughts are interrupted by a faint knock at the door.

"What?" he barks, watching as a nervous looking chamber maid enters, her arms tucked neatly to the sides of her baggy clothing.

"The King requests your presence in the Great Hall, Prince Consort," she murmurs, averting her eyes as the Prince stands, attempting to locate his trousers. 

"I shall be there in a moment," Daemon replies, shooing away the chambermaid to leave him to dress himself. 

He is true to his word, minutes later at the doors to the Great Hall, heavily armored guards hauling them open to their Prince. There was no need to announce his presence, as the only other person in the Hall was the King himself, seated on the Iron Throne, withered as ever, cane replacing the sword he once carried. 

Daemon knew this ploy, his brother's use of the throne for power. It had been used on him many years ago, when he had first been banished for declaring the "king for a day." Yet still, as the brothers aged, Viserys relied upon his throne, basking in the light of a King, rather than a man who Daemon had grown up sword fighting, and racing horses with. 

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence, brother?," he says, head held high, bold voice echoing through the high stretched walls. 

"Did you do it?" the King growls, his voice hoarse, yet face stoic and unchanging. 

Daemon rolls his eyes, stopping at the base of the throne, right where the  melted swords jutted against the ground," I don't know what you mean."

Viserys stands, his cane clicking on the stone as stepped down the stairs, facing his brother, "My daughter, Y/N. Rumors have spread in a fortnight that you bedded her."

A smirk appears on Daemon's face before he can compose himself. Pain stretches across his leg as he drops to the ground, the heavy metal of Viserys's cane hits against his shin with enough force to bruise.

"Won't you even deny it?" the King hisses, looking to the Prince, now on his knees before him. 

"To discredit these charges I must know what you are accusing me of," Daemon returns, attempting to stand. 

The harsh blow of Viserys's cane comes again, this time to his back, causing him to fall forward, stomach hitting the floor. Daemon groans, face meeting the cold stone of the Great Hall. 

"You have defiled her. Your niece, my daughter. What Lord will wed her now, now that she has been ruined by such an insolent, whore-fucking beast!"

Daemon attempts to stand once again, only to be held down by the firm leather boot of his King. Instead, he rolls to his back, so he can look the furious King in the eye, "What would it matter? Any man has fucked their way through the Streets of Silk by the time he has reached Y/N's age."

Another whack of the cane hits his side, one that Daemon can feel against his ribs as pain radiates  across his body. It blinds him temporarily, white, searing hot, and when he regains his vision, Viserys has crouched down beside him, crown mere inches from his face. 

"You know why, Daemon! If you wish to speak foolishly then I shall have my king's guard cut out your tongue so you may not speak at all!" He shouts, before falling back, into a coughing fit.

Daemon takes this time to push himself off the ground, now in a sitting position. He inhales sharply, glaring at the man he had once thought so highly of, many years before.

"I didn't bed her, brother. Her virtue is still intact, her cunt will still bleed when she is penetrated."

The King looks to him, and for once, there is a flicker of sympathy in his eyes, mixed within the exhaustion that plagued his waking hours, "Don't let your tongue defile my daughter as your actions have, tell me what you did. Moans were heard from Y/N's quarters, brother, the quarters that you exited after the noises silenced. You have plagued this family enough, Daemon, the truth, swear it."

Daemon smooths his leathers, now coated in a thin layer of dirt from the castle floors, " I merely assisted her in achieving pleasure, to which she offered to return the favor. Your daughter is keen on keeping her maidenhead till she is wed, as a man of my word, I never touched her precious cunt. I swear it, on the old Gods and the new."

Viserys rubs his face with a tired hand, "You understand what this has cost our kingdom? What have you done for the future, what alliances have broken? What little honor we have left?"

"You are the dragon, brother, your word is law. Y/N is untouchable if you declare her so." Daemon hisses.

The King stands, leaning heavily on the metal cane, resuming his place on the Iron Throne, " You act as power is something that can be demanded, yet it can only be earned. I have worked hard to ensure the protection of the realm, of loyalty from our people, and you have dilapidated the foundations I have built, not just for the realm, but for her, for our family! I have given you resources, I have given you a wife-"

"A wife whom despised my being with every honor she stood for. A wife who is now dead!" Daemon counters, anger in his voice.

'What is it that you want, brother?" Viserys growls, "What will tame your path of destruction?"

Daemon hesitates, rolling the offer, as backhanded as it was, over in his mind, "I want Y/N. Give her to me, brother, and I will wed her in the tradition of our house, produce for you a true Targaryen offspring, one of pure, unsullied blood."

Viserys brings a hand to his forehead, rubbing his temples in exhaustion as the Rogue Prince continues, "Would it not bring you peace to know she is treated well? To know she is in safe hands, not forced to be bed by a prideful Lord in a house that is not her own?"

"You have never brought me peace, Daemon," the King says, spite and hatred lacing his words,"I want you out of my sight. Go, while I clean up the mess you have created."

"As you wish, brother.", the Prince exhales, nodding his head as he briskly turns to the door, boots clicking on the stone pavement as he does. 

"She sucks cock like a whore," he calls out, loud words echoing through the Great Hall, ensuring they were heard by the King, no matter the elongated distance between them. 

Daemon turns around, watching as a hateful glare appears on the King's face, red from anger,  or even the slightest bit of humiliation. A smile graces the Rouge Prince's lips, "I swear it."

[mydearestbeloved]

Chapter 13 [Draft]

Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader

CW:

Inspired by @circeyoru ‘s “Future Power Couple”

[Masterlist🦋✨️]

The day you met her was vivid in your memory, even after all these years.

It was two years after you had set foot in Seoul, still trying to adjust to life after practically being a recluse for five or so years. Though you’d like to think that you were already pretty well-settled into your rhythm.

Your flower shop had grown from a modest corner tucked away into a beloved staple for locals—a sanctuary of blooming life amidst the bustling city. Most days brought a steady flow of regulars, some looking for gifts, others seeking solace among the vibrant petals.

On a quiet weekday afternoon, just as you were finishing a delicate arrangement of daffodils, the bell above the shop’s entrance chimed.

The sound was nothing out of the ordinary, but something about the presence that entered your shop that day was different.

Your eyes flickered up to find a teenage girl hesitantly stepping inside as if she were intruding. She was probably around eighteen years old, her figure lean, dressed in a worn red tracksuit, a black mask covering half of her face, and a baseball pulled low over her brow. She appeared more like someone ready for a jog than a customer browsing for flowers.

Despite her attempt to blend in, there was something distinctly youthful about her—a sense of innocence and naiveté that stood out, an air of unpolished grace—something that drew your attention even before you saw her fully.

You observed her quietly from behind a high rack of ferns and succulents as she lingered near the doorway, her gaze sweeping over the cascading vines and rows of colorful blooms before wandering tentatively through the butterfly-filled aisles.

Blond hair tied in a ponytail sway as she moved. Her beauty was fresh and striking, though something else was itching at the back of your mind—her bright grey eyes seemed to glow with a subdued curiosity as they darted around the shop.

Every few steps, she paused to smell the fragrant blooms, a small smile tugging at her lips as if savoring a rare moment of peace. You had seen countless customers react similarly, but there was something about her that stirred a faint sense of recognition in you.

It wasn’t until she pulled down her mask to take a deeper breath, her eyes widened with an unmistakable expression of relief, that you realized who she was.

Cha Hae-In.

Or at least, a younger, less hardened version of the woman introduced as a rising star from the beginning of the story.

The Hae-In you knew from Solo Leveling was a force to be reckoned with, an S-Rank Hunter who would one day capture the heart of the world’s strongest man. But this girl in your shop, dressed in a red tracksuit with her face half-hidden, was just that—a girl. She hadn’t yet become the indomitable swordswoman who would one day stand by Jinwoo’s side.

You stepped out from behind your plants, offering her a soft greeting. “Welcome to Perennial Atelier. Can I help you find something today?”

She turned at the sound of your voice, her gaze locking onto you with an expression that shifted quickly from polite interest to something more… surprised. Almost shocked.

She stared at you for a moment, before her expression softened, though her mouth opened, then closed, before she finally murmured, a hint of confusion in her tone, “You... you don’t have a smell.”

“Pardon?” You asked, though the recognition was already dawning on you.

Realizing what she had just said, her face turned beet red. “I-I’m sorry!” She began to stutter, hands flitting frantically as if to physically pull back her words. “I didn’t mean to—that came out wrong! I just...” She paused, taking a deep breath, trying to collect herself. “I mean, um, it’s just that… I usually pick up on, uh, people's scents, but you… don’t have one at all.”

You listened quietly as she tried to explain herself, her words coming out too quickly, too jumbled. But you understood.

You remained calm, though inwardly, her words set off alarms. This must have been related to her heightened sense of smell. Her olfactory sensitivity, a trait that allowed her to smell mana, able to distinguish every hunter’s strength and presence by scent alone, where most she found foul. It was also what first drew her to Jinwoo, the first person she found bearable because his scent was different, almost pleasant to her.

But with you… she said there was no scent at all.

Though before you could dwell too long on the mystery, something cliché happened.

One of your many children, a silver one you named ‘Trick’, decided to pop into existence right in front of Hae-In’s face, nose-to-nose.

The poor girl let out a small yelp, stumbling backward, her shoulder colliding with a steel shelf.

The shelf creaked, and a potted plant teetered dangerously near the top. Her hands flew up as the potted plant began to tumble toward her.

Reflexes kicked in. You summoned your scepter in its sleekest form, and lunged forward, all the while positioning yourself between Hae-In and the falling plant, just in case. The thin blade slashed through the air, and the ceramic shattered harmlessly to the ground, split neatly in two.

Fortunately for you, the soil didn’t make too much of a mess. The unlucky plant also still hummed, faintly, its life thrumming just below your skin.

Hae-In blinked up at you in stunned silence as you held out a hand. You were close enough to see the slight tremble in her eyes.

“Are you alright, Miss?” You asked, concern coloring your tone, keeping her eyes on you as you discreetly wave off your weapon.

Professionalism came first. Wouldn’t want to scare off your costumers, right? Even if this customer would one day become an admirable warrior.

Her face flushed an even deeper shade of red, whether from embarrassment or awe, you couldn’t quite tell. “Y-Yes! Thank you…”

“Sorry for you causing trouble!”

Hae-in, mortified, had insisted on paying for the broken pot and plant, voice filled with earnestness, apologizing profusely. You held her hands in yours before she could gather the scattered broken pieces.

"Oh, not at all. In fact, it was my fault. This shelf has been unstable for a while now.” You said lightly as you waved her offer of compensation off. “Think of it as a good reminder for me to get new shelves. I appreciate your help with that.”

The encounter left a spark. Cha Hae-In became a regular visitor after that, dropping by the shop almost daily, each time with the same blend of subdued curiosity, excitement, and shyness.

Most of the times, she would linger, chatting awkwardly at first, then more comfortably as the days passed. There was sincerity, a softness to her that was endearing, and you found yourself subconsciously looking forward to her visits.

It became clear that this place, and perhaps your company, offered her a rare reprieve. You didn’t miss the way her eyes softened each time she entered, relieved by the lack of foul scents around her. Her unique ability, you could only imagine how difficult it must be for her to make friends, to connect with others in general—yet here, in your shop, she found solace.

Befriending her now felt like stepping into a space that wasn’t meant for you. But when she looked at you with that earnest gaze, so full of hope and longing, you couldn’t turn her away.

Despite the risks of forming such a bond with someone who would eventually be tied so closely to Jinwoo, that loneliness of hers was one that echoed your own. An outsider in this world, a stranger playing a role—

Cha Hae-In was the first person to breach that solitude.

At first, she seemed to come up with excuses to drop by, asking for small bouquets or browsing the potted herbs, likely out of guilt for taking up your time. But eventually, you took the initiative, gently letting her know that she was welcome to visit anytime, with or without making a purchase.

The shyly joyful smile she gave you was enough to melt the remaining reservations you had.

And apparently, she was too adorable for you at this stage that it triggered your cute aggression. That was how you found your hands cupping her face, squeezing and pinching her cheeks, her hands flailing about in the air, more flustered than ever since that day she first met you.

Thus, a routine was born.

Each day, like clockwork, she would step into your shop after school or on her days off just to chat, filling the air with her eager energy. She was still clumsy with her words sometimes, but the honesty that was rare to find never left, and her shoulders less tense. At times, you would invite her to your afternoon tea, talking about everything and nothing, while at other times, she would help you tend to the plants. You guided her hands when she fumbled with the watering can or pruning shears, her eyes lighting up whenever she managed to do something right.

It was infectious. Her joy a balm to the quiet ache you carried.

The shop, usually filled with the soft flutter of your butterflies and the gentle rustle of leaves, became livelier with her presence. Trick seemed to take a particular shine to her, often tickling Hae-In with her wings by being the nearest to the teenager’s face. Hae-in would sometimes sit on the stone-covered ground, playing with Trick and your other children, their delicate feet settling on her form. Hae-In’s laugh became a sound you grew fond of.

Even though you chided her every time she sat on the stone floor without a matt, dirtying her clothes with dirt and the occasional wild grass in the process, she would look up at you with that pleading expression, and you relented every time.

Hae-In would then turn to grin at Trick, and despite her not understanding exactly what that child of yours was saying, Hae-in seemed able to piece bit by bit what the mischief-butterfly was conveying by observing the flutter of wings and flight patterns.

At this point, you honestly don’t know if it was a blessing or a curse.

One day, as you were pruning a row of gladiolus, out of the blue, she asked you, “(Name), you’re a Hunter, right?”

You paused, uncertain where the question would lead, but nodded nonetheless. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, and before you could even process it, she had both of your hands clasped in hers.

“Please, teach me how to fight!” she blurted out, her face inches from yours, filled with a hopeful determination that was impossible to ignore.

You almost wanted to laugh, though you were touched by her eagerness, you masked your hesitation pretty well if you said so yourself.

This was Cha Hae-In, Jinwoo’s future partner. Training her, influencing her growth, could have unintended consequences. In the original story, Cha Hae-In had trained under someone else. But looking into her earnest eyes, so filled with the desire to become stronger, to help people, you couldn’t bring yourself to refuse. In the end, you agreed, though with a caveat.

“I can teach you the basics,” you said, “Let’s see what suits you first.”

And so, you became her mentor—or well, her half-time mentor. She was a diligent student, showing up on time for every session and practicing tirelessly even after you were done for the day. In the weeks that followed, her natural aptitude for swordsmanship came to light, just as you predicted.

“Here. If you truly want to master swordsmanship, there’s a dojo run by a skilled kumdo teacher —a swordsman named Song Chi-Yul. I’ve only heard good things about him.” After all, you were first and foremost a healer slash mage, but there was no need for Hae-In to know that. Sure, you became a jack of all trades to survive the trial stage, but that came second to your specialty: long-range and control over magic. A mainly supportive role.

If Hae-In wanted to augment her strikes with mana however, you would gladly be her magic teacher, which you did after a while of her refining her sword skills under Song Chi-Yul’s tutelage.

The fierce resolve in her eyes reminded you a lot of a certain protagonist.

Years passed, and by the time Cha Hae-In turned 22, she officially became Korea’s 9th S-Rank Hunter. You couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride, both as her magic mentor and her closest friend. She had grown into the formidable warrior she was meant to be, and though you knew she would have reached this point even without your help, it was still gratifying to see her bloom.

Even with her newfound fame and responsibilities, Hae-In still made time to visit your shop, albeit less frequently. Her smile, as always, never fail to brighten your day every time she came by.

Now, standing in your shop once again, she looked every bit the strong, confident young woman she had become. Perhaps today was one of those rare days off she had.

“How have you been, Hae-In?” you asked, a warm smile gracing your lips as Trick fluttered excitedly around her.

“I’m good!” she replied, practically bouncing on her toes. “I just had to come by and see you. It’s been too long!” The tickling sensation on her cheeks made her giggle, “And I miss you too, Little Guy!” You watched, amused, as Hae-In reached out to stroke Trick’s wings after that child fluttered down to land on her shoulder

You listened with a fond smile as she chattered on about the recent missions she went on and all the little things that had happened since she last visited, sparing no detail.

Despite the changes and the years that had passed, some things, it seemed, would always stay the same.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting your shop in a warm, golden glow—

As your shop gradually closed for the day, the two of you lingered in the dimming light, the soft scent of flowers hanging in the air—

You suppressed the small pang in your heart.

Soon, Jinwoo’s path would cross with hers.

---

The ice cream parlor was cozy: pastel-colored walls, little round tables with cushioned chairs, and the sweet, irresistible aroma of freshly made waffle cones lingering in the air, tucked away on a quiet street, a haven from the chaos of Seoul. It had become your go-to spot whenever you and Hae-In found a spare moment to relax, away from your respective worlds—hers filled with the rigorous training and responsibilities of a rising Hunter, and yours with the quiet rhythms of tending to your flower shop. The soft hum of conversation, the gentle clinking of spoons against glass cups, and the faint scent of vanilla that filled the air made it a perfect place to unwind.

Today, the two of you sat by the window, where the afternoon sunlight filtered through the glass, casting warm golden hues across the table. A small cup of vanilla ice cream sat half-melted in front of you, while Hae-In opted for her usual, a decadent swirl of dark chocolate and mint. The gentle glow illuminated her flushed cheeks as she stirred her ice cream absentmindedly, lost in thought.

You had barely taken a bite of your dessert when she suddenly broke the silence. "I met an interesting person today," she said, her voice almost thoughtful, as if she was still mulling over the encounter. It was an unusual tone for her—Hae-In was usually direct and straightforward, never one to mince her words.

And she rarely described people as "interesting"; most of the time, she kept her interactions simple. Whoever she was about to talk about had made quite an impression on her for sure.

“Oh? Do tell,” You tilted your head, curiosity piqued. “Who was it this time? Another persistent admirer?” you teased lightly.

Hae-In shook her head, a small, exasperated smile playing on her lips. “No, nothing like that. It was a Hunter working with the mining team,” she began, taking a delicate spoonful of her ice cream. “He... didn’t smell bad.”

So she’s already met Jinwoo. The pieces were falling into place.

The thought sent a strange pang through your chest, though you couldn't quite pinpoint why. Was it relief that the story you knew was unfolding as it should?

Ah right, it was natural, this familiar pang in your chest. You felt this before, and you were not alone in doing so. Like a fan knowing that they couldn’t touch their idols. A reader that couldn’t cross the boundaries between their beloved characters through the pages. Your circumstances might be an exception, but it will be too reckless to charge in blindly. There was a reason why there was a line between fantasy and reality. Too many unknown consequences to really breach these boundaries were put exactly to ensure that it stayed.

You pushed the thought away and focused on her words.

“At first,” she continued, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she were reliving the moment, “I thought it was just because he was an E-Rank.” She stilled, “I didn’t mean that in a bad way! You know, umm… their mana is usually too little to produce that overwhelming foul scent.”

“There’s something about him, though,” Hae-In added, leaning back in her chair. She stared down at her cup, stirring the ice cream slowly as if lost in her thoughts. “I had this nagging feeling that there was more to him than he let on.”

“More to him, how?”

“When I first saw him, I could have sworn he was holding weapons— Not something subtle either. Swords, or are they daggers? Like, right there in his hands.” She paused, frowning. “But as I got closer to talk to him, there was… nothing.”

You had to hold back a smile. Did Jinwoo almost get carried away again? The scenario matched perfectly with some of the incidents you’d read in the manhwa, where he’d nearly given himself away. It seemed some solitary habits were really hard for him to shake.

A small smile tugged at your lips. If you looked at it in another way, even now, it seemed like fate was nudging Jinwoo and Hae-In closer together.

"And his scent..." she added softly, almost as if she were confessing something. “It’s... bearable, almost... pleasant.”

“Oh my!” you said, placing a hand dramatically over your heart. “Did you fall in love at first sight?” You couldn’t resist the urge to tease her, letting out an exaggerated sniff as if you were on the verge of tears. “Our little Hae-In, all grown up and already falling for some mysterious Hunter.”

Hae-In’s reaction was immediate and priceless. Her eyes went wide, and a blush crept up her neck, flooding her cheeks and even the tips of her ears with color. “Hey! You’re only three years older than me!” she huffed, her voice rising an octave higher than usual. She leaned forward, jabbing her spoon in your direction as if she might swat you with it.

You leaned back with a laugh, dodging her mock attack. “I didn’t hear a denial~” you sing-songed, drawing out the last syllable in a playful lilt.

“Cut it out!” she grumbled, but there was no real heat behind her words. Her blush deepened, and in her flustered state, she reached out to swat your shoulder lightly, her movements more akin to a kitten batting at a string.

You couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up from your chest. The way she reacted was too endearing—like a shy teenager experiencing her first crush, though she herself might not even realize it yet. She kept lightly hitting your side, her pout growing more pronounced each time, but her lips twitched upward despite herself.

“All right, all right, I’ll stop teasing,” you said, raising your hands in mock surrender. “But in all seriousness, if he’s caught your attention, there’s probably something special about him. Your instincts are pretty sharp, after all.”

“Sometimes the people we meet by chance end up playing a bigger role in our lives than we expect.”

Hae-In’s expression softened at your words, the playful atmosphere giving way to something more thoughtful. “I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice quiet now. “There’s just… something about him. It’s like he’s trying to hide something, but I can’t figure out what.”

You watched her as she spoke, the way her brows furrowed slightly in concentration, her eyes growing distant as if she were replaying their meeting in her mind. If only you knew, Hae-In. Knowing her future with Jinwoo, it was almost surreal to witness this stage in their journey. Here she was, unknowingly at the beginning of what would one day become a bond so deep and unwavering. A part of you ached at the thought, but another part of you was grateful, too. Hae-In deserved to find someone like Jinwoo, someone who would cherish and understand her in ways few others could.

Lost in thought, you almost didn’t notice when Hae-In glanced up at you, her gaze curious. “Do you think… I should get to know him better?” she asked, her voice soft, almost hesitant.

You smiled, reaching across the table to pat her hand gently. “I think you should trust yourself. If there’s something about him that makes you feel drawn to him, there’s probably a reason for it. Don’t ignore that feeling.”

Hae-In looked at you, her eyes searching yours for a moment, as if trying to decipher something deeper in your words. Then, she smiled—a soft, genuine smile that reached her eyes.

Eventually, she broke the silence, her expression a little more playful. “You know, you’re awfully wise for someone who pretends to be so clueless.”

You let out a mock gasp. “Pretend? Me? I’m hurt, Hae-In,” you said, feigning offense as you placed a hand dramatically over your heart. “I’m just a humble florist with a penchant for giving sage advice.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was a warmth in her gaze as she looked at you. “Thank you, though,” she said softly. “I… I don’t know if I would have had the courage to follow my instincts without you reminding me. You’ve always… made things feel less confusing.”

With a gentle smile, you squeezed her hand once before pulling back. “Anytime, Hae-In.”

For the rest of the afternoon, the conversation shifted back to lighter topics, the two of you exchanging stories and laughter over melting ice cream. Sitting here with Hae-In, watching her cheeks glow with that familiar blush, you allowed yourself to live in the moment, savoring the peace of this ordinary day.

---

Jinwoo’s grip tightened on his dagger as he assessed the battlefield, eyes darting from one side to the other. The dungeon was shrouded in shadows and the stench of blood, the ground littered with remnants of the high orcs that Kargalgan commanded. This one’s different, he thought grimly. Kargalgan was leagues above the other two bosses he had encountered in the Demon Castle. Metus, the skeletal lich, was capable of commanding thousands of undead, but his defenses had been weak—easily punctured by Jinwoo's relentless assault. Kargalgan, however, was a completely different beast. His defenses were formidable, coupled with a mastery over powerful, wide-area spells that sent shockwaves rippling through the air with every cast.

What made it worse was the damn trick Kargalgan pulled—expanding his size, making himself appear as a hulking, monstrous giant. The moment he grew, towering over the battlefield, Jinwoo's grip on his weapons had tightened, a flicker of unease crossing his eyes. Memories clawed their way up from the depths of his mind—memories of the stone statues in that cursed double dungeon, back when he was barely capable of keeping up with the others. The echo of that terror, the raw, primal fear as those towering figures moved and he’d been utterly helpless against them. His breath hitched, but he forced it down, shoving the fear away.

Yet, there was another memory that followed, a more recent one that left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. Vulcan. The morbidly obese bastard whose massive club had struck down his soldiers. The same battle where he had seen you, for the first time, bleed.

Jinwoo's mood soured as the images flashed through his mind. The bitterness lingered, like a dark cloud over his focus. He pushed those thoughts away as best as he could, his MP dangerously low. He needed to concentrate on the battle at hand.

When his mana finally hit zero, Jinwoo cursed under his breath, feeling a slight edge of desperation creeping in. But his hand found the small, smooth crystal from his inventory. It was one of the leftover mana crystals you had crafted for him after that snowland of a dungeon. He had been saving it, reluctant to use the precious item except in dire situations. But now, with Kargalgan rampaging before him, there was no better time.

The warmth of the crystal against his skin was immediate, a gentle heat that spread through his cold, battle-weary hands. Huh, Jinwoo thought absently, rubbing his thumb over the smooth surface. The sensation was oddly comforting, reminded him that time back in that hellish land again, your hand on his, unfazed by the demon’s blood as it coated both of your palms.

Your hand had felt even warmer than this crystal, and softer. His heart gave an odd, unsteady beat.

Jinwoo blinked, realizing where his thoughts had wandered. Focus, he mentally chastised himself, shaking his head. He crushed the crystal in his grip, feeling the satisfying crackle as it disintegrated, releasing a burst of mana. The air around him filled with a delicate flurry of butterflies, each one shimmering with the faintest glow of magic as they fluttered outward. They spread through the battlefield like a gentle breeze, healing his injured shadows and replenishing his mana in a surge. The rush was intoxicating, bringing a fresh burst of energy to his limbs.

His eyes trailed after the butterflies, lingering for a moment on the remnants of the crushed crystal in his hand. There were only a few left now. Jinwoo knew he couldn’t afford to be reckless with them. It would be wasteful to use them on anything less than an emergency, but now that the situation called for it, he felt a twinge of regret for having held back for so long.

I should thank her properly later, he thought. Maybe even take her out for that dinner I keep promising myself I’ll treat her to.

A slight smile tugged at his lips, but he quickly sobered as he turned back to the battle. In the chaos, with Kargalgan roaring and his spells crackling in the air, Jinwoo found himself thinking of you again.

He analyzed the shaman’s moves with a new sense of clarity. Kalgalan’s spells were powerful, his defenses near impenetrable, and his control over his minions formidable. But for all his strength, Jinwoo couldn’t help but see the similarities between Kalgalan’s approach and yours—the way he wielded his spells with practiced precision, the same controlled energy you used when in battle. Yet the more Jinwoo compared, the more he saw how the orc shaman fell short.

The ability to switch between offense, defense, and support on the fly.

He lacks your versatility.

The moment a magician loses their guards, they were nothing but a sitting duck.

---

Cha Hae-In watched from the sidelines, her heart racing as she observed Hunter Sung Jinwoo’s every move. She had expected something, certainly—word was spreading fast about the oddities surrounding Hunter Sung Jinwoo. But what she saw now went far beyond what she had imagined. His movements were fluid, precise, quick, each one calculated and relentless. This was not the skill set of a mere E-rank, nor even a typical high-rank. Hunter.Jinwoo moved like a phantom on the battlefield, his shadows surging and swarming. How many are there?

But what truly took her breath away was what happened next. Just as his shadows began to falter, and the B-team members appeared at the brink of collapse, Jinwoo did something completely unexpected. She saw him crush something in his hand, and suddenly, a distinct, soothing warmth filled the air. Cha Hae-In’s eyes widened further as she felt it—a familiar energy, subtle yet unmistakable, like a gentle breeze on a summer day. The members of the B-team, who had been on the verge of collapse, suddenly stood a little straighter, their wounds mending before her very eyes. Even the team’s healer, who had been nearly depleted, looked around in bewilderment.

Where have I felt this warmth before?

Hae-In’s brows furrowed as she tried to place the source of that warmth. It was distinct, different from Hunter Sung Jinwoo’s mana—something softer, more comforting.

The sensation nagged at her mind, tugging her back to memories of visits to your flower shop, of the quiet strength and warmth you exuded, of the unique aura that seemed to flow around you like an unseen embrace. Could it be…? No, she thought, feeling her heart skip. That’s impossible… isn’t it?

---

Jinwoo was still basking in the satisfaction of a hard-won battle when he felt a faint twinge of awareness—someone watching him. With a slight twist of his head, he saw Chief Woo Jin-Chul and, standing beside him, Hunter Cha Hae-In, both watching him with wide eyes.

Shit, did I get too caught up in the fight again?

"You did."

Jinwoo nearly jumped when your chiding voice echoed in his ear, though it came not from his surroundings but from one of the butterflies that had perched itself on his shoulder. He cast a quick glance around, noting that no one else seemed to be aware of the conversation between you two. Your butterflies were cloaked, visible only to him, their magic attuned solely to his presence. Jinwoo chuckled to himself, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he murmured back to you.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he muttered under his breath, barely loud enough for the butterfly to catch. “Guess I still have a few things to learn, huh?”

---

Cha Hae-In watched from the sidelines, her heart racing as the last remnants of Jinwoo’s magic faded. The echoes of your advice from the previous day rang in her mind, filling her with a hesitant determination. "Why don’t you try talking to him again?"

Still, she took a steadying breath, her mind made up. She was going to speak to him. She took a step forward, parting her lips to call his name—but before she could utter a single word, Jinwoo was already being ushered away by members of the association. She hesitated, hand half-raised, her heart pounding as she watched him go.

And then, life seemed determined to make her embarrassment complete. One of the B-team mages nudged her, raising an eyebrow at the pickaxe still clutched tightly in her hand. She looked down, realization dawning slowly as mortification blossomed on her face. Oh no. The pickaxe. She hadn’t even thought to drop it. She had come all this way, heart pounding, ready to face him—and all while holding a pickaxe.

What am I doing?! she screamed internally, feeling the blood rush to her face as she hastily tried to shove the tool out of sight. Help me, (Name)! Her thoughts went into a frenzy. I messed up so badly!

---

Far away, in your flower shop, a butterfly delicately landed on your shoulder. You listened to the faint echoes of Hae-In’s jittery mental plea, a small smile playing on your lips. “Looks like I’ll have to check on her soon,” you mused to yourself. As you resumed tending to your flowers, your thoughts were already turning to the ways you could tease her about this little mishap over your next ice cream date.

End Note:

Unfinished Draft of [13/11/2024] -

Did I make Cha Hae'in too... jittery?

[weird-addiction]

Ohhh okay, could u do daemon x male valyrian dragonrider just without the soulmates part than? ^_^

An Immortal Bond

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Immortal!Valyrian!Male!Reader

Genre: Light Angst Warnings: suggestive themes, no actual smut, denial of feelings, talking about past bad experiences

The rogue prince of Westeros was known for and wide for his tendencies, having no boundaries and limits to his appetite. The smallfolk always talked about Daemon and having seen him in the street of silk almost every night, sleeping and fucking with whores without a care. 

Some say he would marry a whore in his later years, but to everyone's surprise even when he became crown prince Daemon did not marry anyone (of his own choosing). Sure, he ran off with one his whores but he only did to get Viserys off his back. 

Yeah, like that’ll work. Viserys has always bugged his brother to go back to the vale to his actual wife Rhea Royce of Arryn. Of course, Daemon refused. Viserys had asked a million times why, however Daemon refused to share any information on his reasons. 

What Viserys did not know was that Daemon had fallen in love with someone else, someone unlikely to be even interested in someone like Daemon. But you know what they say, opposites attract. Well, they weren’t exactly ‘opposites’ but they were rather different if you truly compared them.

In his youth, the young Targaryen prince met someone when flying on Caraxes. A different dragon flew past him in the opposite direction, he made Caraxes fly the other way as well, to try and follow who he just saw. Eventually Daemon caught up to the mystery dragon, this dragon had a way bigger wingspan and longer body, it also had four legs instead of just two like his. Daemon saw the person riding it, upon the bigger dragon’s neck there sat someone, but he could not see their face as they had on a mask. 

Daemon followed them as they landed next to each other, going up to the other rider he wanted to introduce himself. But the other rider beat him to it. “Nykeā targārien issi ao?" (A Targaryen are you?) They asked fluently in the language of Old Valyria. 

“Nyke. Se nyke guessing ao issi hen uēpa valyrio hae sȳrī?” (I am. And I am guessing you are from Old Valyria as well?) Daemon replied back, seeing that the other also had the signature appearance of the silver-blonde hair and violet eyes that the nobles of the ancient civilization had. 

“I am. I recently came across the Narrow Sea. I have been trying to find a place to settle.” Daemon nodded at him. “I am Daemon Targaryen. Crown prince to the Iron Throne. You?” He asked.

“I am Y/n.” This made Daemon confused. “No last name?”

“No, not really. My house is dead like the rest of Old Valyria. Plus, if I said it I doubt you would know it.” 

From that moment onwards, their friendship blossomed over the years. And without Y/n realizing it, Daemon had fallen in love with him. Y/n did as well, but he was in denial of the affection he felt towards the prince.

And he had a good reason for it. There was something Y/n never told Daemon about himself, and it was the fact that he was immortal. He was born before the years of the doom of course, but, somehow he was still alive 200 years after the doom had happened. It was said that his house was cursed with immortality, to walk the lands forever as everything and everyone around them gets to die and move on. 

Daemon moved through the city under the cover of night freely, walking into a lesser known brothel as he searched for someone through the many people that crowded it. 

“Looking for me?” A voice called out from behind him. Daemon smiled as heard it, he knew full well who it was.

“Knew you would be here.” Daemon replied, turning around to see the Valyrian man that was standing with a shadow that covered half of his face perfectly. 

“Where else am I going to go? Not like I can live anywhere else.” Y/n spoke with the tint of playfulness of full display.

“I thought staying in a brothel was below you, as you would say when we first met. So, why are you here? Given into your desires?” Daemon pulled the other close into him by the waist, Y/n did not refuse his advances.

“How else will I earn my money around here? Made friends with the owner, giving me half of the profits. I am in charge of some of the private rooms of this place, along with some clients. Pretty good deal, no?” 

Daemon stroked the long hair that the other possessed, the beautiful Valyrian traits just like his own. Y/n led him slowly but surely into a private room, where they shut the curtains and gave themselves privacy. Y/n fidgeted before he spoke up.

“Daemon, there is something I need to tell you.” He said pouring the wine into two goblets.

“And that is?” Y/n handed him a goblet.

“.....That I am an immortal Daemon.” The prince paused as to process the information, he gulped down his wine as turned to look at the now known immortal in his eyes. “Is that supposed to make me feel something? If it is the fact you expect me to hate you, then you are wrong. I don’t care if you are immortal, I still feel the same way about you. Do you not also?” Daemon argued, practically asking and wanting the Y/n to confess his feelings for him.

“Daemon, you don’t understand. I do not know how to feel about this, about all of this, about you..I am just afraid that if I come to admit my feelings that would be my downfall..because that is what I have seen in the past.” Y/n explained, down his wine in one go as he went back to pour more. 

“You are scared that you will live and I will die, is that correct?” Daemon irked an eyebrow. 

“Yes. That is what I am saying.” 

Hearing that, Daemon stood up and had his arms around the other, putting his chin in the area where Y/n’s neck and shoulder met. Arms around his waist once more. “I will say it again. I do not care if that is what you are. If fate has decided that you will live while I am on my deathbed, then so be it, I do not wish to part from you. Not now, not ever.” 

Y/n turned his head around, their lips almost touched if it was not for Y/n noticing it. The immortal slowly leaned in, soon, their lips were together as they molded into one another. They only pulled away once they needed air, Y/n’s eyes seemed dazed. 

Leading each other over to the bed, he pushed Daemon down onto the bed while he straddled him. As he began to pull away at the layers he wore, slowly showing his body to the prince. Soon, his bare chest was exposed along with his arms. 

“Let me show you true pleasure prince.”

“Oh, please do.”

[woozisguitar]

GLITCH - profiles (1)

gang bang pew pew | say the fuckin' name | masterlist

↣ Y/N (woozimarryme) : Our main protagonist! She is a full-time (and broke!) PhD student pursuing her doctorate in computer science. She loves Woozi and Taylor Swift and lives off coffee and instant noodles. Initially introverted when you first meet her, she becomes quite energetic and frankly crazy once you get to know her (a fact the group did not know at all). Her private Twitter handle is notynimfr.

↣ Ella (letsgosaluteman): big-time DK stan and very very extroverted. Seriously, she is so full of energy that the group sometimes considers tying her to a chair. She has known Y/N the longest, and they (unsurprisingly) met on stan Twitter a few years ago. They decided to attend the same university, where she studied dance and is now part of a dance crew. Her private Twitter handle is leftandright.

↣ Ash (catboysupreme): Jun stan and a self-proclaimed catgirl. Seriously, she meows at cats and pretends to understand what they're saying (the group tried sending her to the psych ward, but they sent her back). Given her love for animals (especially cats), she is a vet! She is currently working part-time as a junior doctor at a vet clinic and at the local cat rescue center. Her private Twitter handle is realcatgirl.

↣ Iseul (ellewoodsraisedme): the only non-Carat in the group and the (un)official sugar mommy because she's the only corporate girlie here! A full-time lawyer at a prestigious law firm, she is the sole reason why Y/N, Ella and Ash haven't been sued yet. She has watched Legally Blonde a few hundred times, which is part of the reason why she's a lawyer. She doesn't really care about stan Twitter but somehow always gets all the latest updates. She made her Twitter account solely to keep up with her girls. Her private Twitter handle is legallybrunette.

glitchy facts!: Iseul once bought the group 4 tickets to go see SEVENTEEN. Since then, she's been the sugar mommy of the group.

glitchy facts! 2: The group met Y/N at different times, but they all live together now.

taglist: @toplinehyunjin @neo-moa @khhminimalist @theidontknowmehn @moose-1555 @kittyhui @ra1n7b33 @hamji-hae

A/N: asdfgh im so excited for you all to meet my girls! next up are the boys. reblogs are always appreciated <3

[tba-bah]

Could u do a songtive of "New Invention" by IDKHOW pls?

NEW INVENTION - IDKHOW HEADMATE PACK !!

name: angelo , techie , byte . prns: they/them , she/her , he/him , it/its , hae/haes , tech/techs , byte/bytes , cyber/cybers , angels/angels . gender: agender , xnby , xenby , xenoflux , xenofluid , technogender , angelgender , bitgender , angelcoric , etc . orientation: aromantic , enbian .

species: half - robot / ai , half - angel . hair: platinum blonde . eyes: gray . skin: very pale . clothes/accessories: robes , necklaces , ribbons . other unique features: ear wings , wings .

roles: apathy holder , tech handler , religious protector , emotional barrier . source: new invention - idkhow .

age: immortal , young adult , ageless . birthday: june 6 .

personality: apathetic , secretly kind . likes: angelology . loves: robots , building . dislikes: demonology . hates: people who push their beliefs onto others .

faceclaim:

pic 1 ac 1 pic 2

[manawari]

SOLO LEVELING WEEK

Day 6: Soulmates / Cup of Reincarnation

Based on my recent Soulmate AU.

Her death weighed his heart deeper than the heaviest rock. Everyday, Jin-woo got reminded of her lifeless body in the ground, shattering his soul into tiny pieces. He thought that "soulmates" were not real and all fiction as often seen in movies, but when he met Cha Hae-in and slowly found himself falling for her, Jin-woo accepted that it was real. . . But he did not know how painful it would be once he lost her.

Cha Hae-in became a big part of him. So, she brought along the other half of his soul when she left the world. It was truly the worst part of loving someone.

He gave his heart and fate took it away.

For years, Jin-woo witnessed people age and pass away. Him? He remained young. With the loss of the person he wished to grow old with, left him in a curse called immortality. His sister had passed away and his best friend, Yoo Jin-ho, followed shortly. They had each other. Jin-woo had no one, seeking comfort to his mother, who had lost his dad — her soulmate.

The only way for him to retrieve his mortality was to meet his soulmate and fall in love all over again.

His heart clenched. Just how many years would he have to wait? Jin-woo found no reason to be happy anymore. He was alive, but at what cost?

One day, he reached out to the Rulers and requested them to use the Cup of Reincarnation. Restart the whole world. Bring back the people who were once dead. And most of all, give everyone a second chance.

Jin-woo knew he was not the only one. His mother deserved to be with his father once again. Jin-ah would've loved to see her family whole from the afterlife, and Jin-ho would've wanted him to search for Hae-in. He waited long enough, and it hurt him every day, so it was time for him to search his soulmate all while waiting still.

Short, blonde hair and gentle grey eyes. He remembered her looks as if it was yesterday. Her smile was like a ray of sunlight casting through the shadows, radiating warmth to those in her presence, and her heart — strong and kind, withstood against the worst adversaries and battles in her life, becoming her shield as she fought with her sword. It made it impossible to meet a woman like her again.

Jin-woo swore to never make the same mistake twice.

"I'm not sure if that's really him," Yoon-ho sighed, putting down his glass of soju. "That red hair could belong to anyone. But there were too many people walking past me to even notice closely."

"If your instincts are strong, then it could be Choi Jong-in. Though, it might be that you missed him so much that anyone with red hair would be automatically him." Jin-woo said.

"I've mourned him for years, Jin-woo. Jong-in has never left my mind and I never stopped longing."

Jin-woo frowned at Baek Yoon-ho, who had become his close friend amidst their years of being immortals. "You'll meet him soon, hyung. Dungeons no longer exist in this timeline anymore, it will be easier for us to reunite with our soulmates."

"Well, I wish I have some luck. Hee-jin has already met Eun-seok, yet she doesn't know how to get close to him without making it look weird."

He chuckled. "I'm sure she will figure it out. Ju-hee is in a similar situation and she texts me all the time."

"Of course, it's her first time meeting Byung-gyu. She doesn't know how lucky she is to be his soulmate once he falls for her." Yoon-ho playfully shook his head. "Though, aren't you supposed to be envious?"

"I am. Well, quite. But it's not like I am gonna express it to her, am I? Ju-hee's my friend, and I want her to be happy after all she had been through and without worrying about me."

"Someday, it will your turn to be happy, Jin-woo," Yoon-ho smiled. "Hae-in is probably out there, waiting for you as well."

Jin-woo smiled back and nodded, raising his glass. "And I look forward to yours, hyung."

The two men clicked their glasses together and continued to drink as they chattered.

They soon bid their farewell and went to their respective ways. Even though Yoon-ho was uncertain, Jin-woo was glad that he had caught a glimpse of Jong-in, but if it was someone else, at least it would be a sign. Hee-jin had already crossed paths with her soulmate and Ju-hee as well, and sooner or later, she would return to being a mortal. Jin-woo doubted Byung-gyu would take long to fall in love with her.

His mom? Jin-woo had never seen her so happy.

A few months since the Chalice of Rebirth, Kyung-hye had met Il-hwan when she saw a burning apartment on her way home. One of the firefighters noticed her and escorted her safely through the scene. She told Jin-woo how the feeling was similar to back when they were in their youths.

When he returned home, Jin-woo did not know there was a surprise waiting for him.

"Mom! I'm—"

"Jin-woo!" Kyung-hye greeted him from the kitchen.

Jin-woo paused on the doorway, widening his eyes. "Dad?"

"Huh?" Il-hwan flashed him an odd look.

"Oh! S— sorry!" Jin-woo quickly apologized. "It's— uh, I haven't had someone to consider as a father in years. So seeing you with my mom brings out the feeling."

Il-hwan laughed. "It's okay, young man. I still don't have a kid of my own, so I would've mind treating you like one. I have a co-worker whom I treat the same."

Jin-woo chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "So, I assume you and my mom had dinner?"

"Yes. The food is delicious." Il-hwan smiled. "It makes me question my cooking abilities."

"I'm sure yours taste fine, sir. I hope you'll come by here next time."

"Thank you, Jin-woo," Il-hwan ruffled the younger man's hair and walked past him, heading to the door.

Jin-woo watched him leave over his shoulder. Warmth lingered in his chest. Shorter hair fit his dad better, it made him look more human rather than a "Vessel". Kyung-hye finished washing the dishes when he approached the table, seeing the meal she had prepared, causing his stomach to growl.

"Your father visited moments ago," said Kyung-hye. "And he brought flowers!"

Jin-woo let out a grin. "It seems you are becoming a mortal, mom. Dad likes you, which is weird since I'm your child."

Kyung-hye chuckled. "Oh, just think of it as witnessing the love story between your parents, son. So, have you met Hae-in?"

"No. . . "

"I'm sure you'll meet her one day," Kyung-hye made her way toward him and craned his head down to plant a kiss on the side of his head. "Don't give up."

"I've been an immortal for so long, I should be used to waiting forever, but seeing how others finally reuniting with their soulmates makes me feel. . . Lost."

"Jin-woo. . . "

"I know, mom. I have to hold on for a bit longer." Love takes patience. Jin-woo reminded himself. But how was it that he had been patient since forever and he was still yearning?

"So, you were walking out of your apartment when a robber rushed in and snatched your bag?"

"Yes, sir."

"And do you know what the robber looked like?"

"No, sir. He wears a black hoodie and a mask. Oh! He has spikey purple hair too!"

"Okay, miss. We'll just check the surveillance cameras on this block and get right on to it." Woo Jin-chul nodded. "Let's go, Sung."

Jin-woo followed suit, and then suddenly, something caught the corner of his eye. His steps abruptly stopped and he whirled his gaze across the street, eyeing the people strolling around until a particular individual sparked his senses. Golden locks of short hair and an athletic build, carrying a gym bag on her shoulder as she headed to the stairway that led to the train station.

Without a fleeting thought, Jin-woo dashed across the road, not caring about the green light.

"Oi! Detective Sung!"

He ignored Jin-chul's shout as he went to the same path she — Hae-in — took, squeezing through the crowd and brushing off their complaints at him. Other people was the least of his worry because what mattered most was reaching the girl whom he had waited for his entire life.

Don't let her disappear, Jin-woo.

You've waited for this. For her.

She's alive!

Feet squeaked against the floor and Jin-woo looked around through the throng of people in frantic. The second he spotted her again, he dashed and politely shoved people blocking his way, muttering his apologies and thanks despite their cold glares.

At last, he finally reached her. Jin-woo extended his hand and caught her wrist. It was as if the world turned slow, noises stopped, and the only vivid thing he could see was her face. . . Beautiful, soft, and young. Just like the Cha Hae-in he had always known and loved. For once, his heart paused its beating, similar to the way the flowers bloom as the sun glazed down, setting life and beauty throughout the things it touched.

"Uh. . . Do I know you?" Hae-in asked.

"Hi." Jin-woo let out a smile amidst his panting. He let go of her wrist. "I just came to say hi."

She blinked. "Okay. . . ?"

Seeing the discomfort in her eyes, Jin-woo quickly made his next move. "You're Cha Hae-in, right? The celebrity athlete."

"Yeah. . . I am."

"I'm a big fan of you. And— I apologize for catching up on you like this."

"No, it's fine. You seem nice." Hae-in smiled.

Jin-woo's heart swelled. He ducked his head bashfully as if he was a little kid meeting a girl for the first time. Hearing her voice again was like listening to music — his favorite music; the way she warmed up to him after knowing his intentions showed how kind and approachable she actually was.

"May I know your name is?"

Butterflies swarmed and his eyes lit up. "Sung Jin-woo."

And that was the beginning of another love story.

[starzgaze]

"BULDAK CHALLENGE!"

pairing: cha hae-in/reader

a/n: fluffy also i made this on a whim because i ate buldak noodles and i saw the pearly gates bc i added two sauce packs...pray for me and my asshole.. AND note i suck at english 😞 EDIT: I FORGOT TO PROOFREAD THIS THIS IS RAW LIKE RAW RAW...

short scenario: you can't handle spice like your girlfriend:(

Your tongue was on fire. In fact, you can barely breathe through the spice that was invading your throat.

Hae-in watched you with concern plastered all over her face as she ushered over to you. "[y.name]?? oh god are you okay?" You hear her worry over you. The blonde watched you shakily raised your hand and waved it dismissively. "Yeah. I'm- COUGH I'm okay- haha it's nothing"

Your words wasn't in sync with how you were acting. Back slouched forward, face red, and you were sweating despite the ac being on. The spice was doing a number on you. You're now kinda embarrassed that you're acting like this when a few moments ago you said you can handle spice perfectly fine when you found an unused pack of buldak in your lover's cabinet.

Yes, it was you who offered to eat this made in hell noodles with your beloved girlfriend. One of the worst decisions you've made in your life so far. Honestly you really thought you can impress your love with fact you can handle this noodles with your nonexistentspice tolerance? Kinda cringe man.

Hae-in sighed as pushed a glass of milk over to your side and rubbed your back in a soothing manner. She seems to read your mind and understood why you did this, it was stupid but it was one of the few traits why she found you endearing to her. You sheepishly grinned at her before letting out a dry cough, the spice in your throat felt like it was trying to end your life early.

"I told you to not cook that noodles love.. We had indomie but you were really persistent on this one" Hae-in softly scolded as you chuckled, straightening your back and your hands still on your stomach. You had some of the bright red sauce on your cheek, dirtying your face. "Well. I thought I could match your spice tolerance but I may have err..." You trailed off as Hae-in playfully rose her brow up.

"I may or may not overestimated my spice tolerance haha.." You bashfully admitted as Hae-in laughed, the sound was almost identical to a beautiful symphony which delivered a series of flutters to your heart. You loved soft moments like this with Hae-in, it was rare to experience this because of the nature of your lover's job but you cherished everytime you have the chance to spend it with her.

After exchanging some laughs, you two continued to finish your food with the help of Hae-in eating some parts of your bowl when you can no longer stomach it. You would occasionally point out there's some sauce that somehow found it's way on Hae-in's cheek which made her look adorable, now you two were matching. The two of you teased and spent the night together in your shared apartment.

Maybe the little idea wasn't too bad after all.

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 019 }

- musings for yandere! sung jinwoo -

disclaimers: dark content; manipulative behavior; mentions of m*rder; i do not condone such behaviors in real life, but this is a work of pure fiction, so anything goes.

DEFINITELY the type to fall hard at first sight for his darling. you can be a hunter, healer, or a mere civilian- it truly doesn't matter to him. for if you are unlucky enough to catch his attention, you will be subjected to his obsession and love- you will not escape from his love unscathed.

the day had been so utterly ordinary for sung jinwoo when he accompanied cha hae-in on what he assumed was her poor attempt at asking him out on a date.

he notices the way she smiles at him, appearing very much like a bright sunflower who's smile can match that of the sun's.

jinwoo was very much aware of her awkward kindness and beauty, yet what he felt for her was nothing more than a mere fondness. if such fondness were to ever grow into love, then he felt certain that such feelings would amount to nothing more than a familial type of love.

and despite how he knew hae-in was considered to be the perfect woman by many-

jinwoo's heart simply didn't burn for her.

after making some small talk, jinwoo waits patiently by hae-in's side for the light to flash, indicating that it was safe to walk across the street. he truly was not expecting for his life to change at all-

and oh, how wrong he was!

for once the light changed and he walked across the street with hae-in in tow-

that was the moment he saw someone that took his very breath away.

that was the moment he saw you.

as jinwoo appeared rooted on the spot, you remained blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil you had caused within the shadow monarch's heart. never once did he blink when you walk past him, eyes eagerly drinking in the sight of your hair and the way your eyes shone with amusement at your phone's screen.

even when you reached the opposite end of the street, jinwoo just couldn't bring himself to look away from you, doing all that he could to burn your image into his memory when he was suddenly pulled away from you and into the sidewalk once more.

the distance between you and him had gotten much farther, and jinwoo could feel his fists clenching in response. feeing annoyed and upset, his eyes began to flash purple in response, glaring down at the blond hunter who's eyes suddenly became wide with fear.

"i-i'm sorry, but i didn't wish for you to get run over." hae-in meekly gestures to the sight of incoming traffic, making him calm down almost immediately while unclenching his fists.

he supposes he should spare cha hae-in after all, since if he had been harmed or run over by a vehicle, then he would further delay his inevitable meeting with you.

looking away from her, he mutters a half-hearted 'thank you,' before shoving his hands within the pockets of his coat, counting down the minutes until he could end this outing with hae-in and bask in his thoughts of you.

no longer will gravity be the one keeping him grounded to the earth, but rather, YOU. it is your mere existence that will serve as jinwoo's purpose in life. YOU will be what keeps him grounded. as if you were a beacon of light that shone a path within his dark and cold world, he would become obsessed with you almost immediately, meticulously planning the day where you would be his while stalking your every movement.

the day he had ran into you, his shoulders harshly bumping into yours as he sent a plethora of his soldiers rushing into your shadow wasn't enough.

it was never enough.

when he purposely collided with you, he had watched you through glowing, purple eyes as you remained slumped against the sidewalk for several seconds from the impact. your eyes had watered a bit as unshed tears were seen glimmering within your gaze in pain-

the sight of it all nearly made him come to you and apologize while comforting you-

but jinwoo held back those urges, watching with pride when you slowly stood back up on your feet. you dusted off any stray dirt that remained on your outfit before walking forward with your head held high, going on with your day as if nothing had happened,

he deeply admires your strength, feeling his heart melt at the sight of you as his world was now bathed in a rose-colored hue.

even knowing that he could simply watch you from a distance, using the soldiers he had placed close to you as his eyes-

jinwoo still wanted more.

even when he spent hours upon hours looking through the eyes of his soldiers to keep track of you-

it wasn't enough.

instead, he uses his loyal soldiers to memorize your schedule, down to the very last second as he wrote down every single activity that you did.

[ weekdays ]

0800: my lover wakes up and gets ready for the day, sometimes making breakfast; sometimes skipping altogether.

NOTE TO SELF: cook for her a balanced and delicious breakfast every single day. it's what she deserves.

0915: darling leaves the apartment and heads to the station for work.

NOTE TO SELF: obtain a copy of her key soon.

1000 - 2100: darling works hard at her job before going home at 2130.

NOTE TO SELF: spoil her well with lavish gifts that she will love.

2225: arrives home to make a late dinner.

NOTE TO SELF: cook all her meals.

[ weekends ]

my darling has a very spontaneous schedule. sometimes she sleeps in; other times she wakes up early to explore the city. i am always trailing behind her, never too far, but never too close, either.

if she buys a ticket to a movie, i'll buy a ticket and sit behind her.

if she enters a restaurant and enjoys her lunch or dinner by herself, i'll pay for her bill with no questions asked.

I NEED HER.

I LOVE HER.

I AM OBSESSED WITH HER.

at the end of each page, he would continuously write your name over and over again, eyes going hazy the more he continued to write your name endlessly before it became nothing but scribbles against his page that looked oddly like a heart.

only when he was certain he knew every aspect of your life did he finally make his appearance, allowing himself to be placed directly before you as he began the process of making you belong to him and him alone.

jinwoo had waited tirelessly for this exact moment.

he spent at least 8 months getting to know each and every minuscule detail about you, forming himself into your ideal man.

when your nose bumped into his hard chest as you 'accidentally' ran into him, jinwoo swore that he could feel his heart racing in response. his arms nearly came around you, trapping you in his tight embrace-

but he had to fight back such powerful urges.

instead, he allows your hands to rest against his chest, pushing yourself slightly away from him. it takes jinwoo a herculean effort to not crush your frame to his chest, hiding his desires with an easy smile when he sweetly asks,

"are you okay?"

jinwoo swore that he could feel his heart soar with happiness at noticing the shift in your expression, turning more shy and embarrassed as you attempted to move away from him.

naturally, jinwoo stops you from going too far, resting the palm of his hand against your back while maintaining the unassuming smile on his face.

jinwoo basks in your voice as you murmured saccharine sweet apologies to him, managing to elicit a delightful chuckle from him as he leads you away from the street.

"if you're truly sorry and wish to make it up to me, then i suppose you can do so by joining me for dinner, right?"

jinwoo finds your stuttering voice and flustered expression to be extremely cute when you manage to give him a nod at his proposal.

now that he's had you where he wants you (hooklineandsinker), jinwoo places a possessive arm around your shoulder,

ready to wrap his tendrils of darkness around your heart-

ready to completely OWN YOU.

the days spent courting you while remaining by your side was such a blessing to jinwoo. never once did he get tired of your mannerisms and quirks, basking in them while spoiling you with his pure love and affections. when he had been with you for close to a year now, THAT was when he slowly allowed his true personality to show, preventing anyone from contacting you to ridding you of the males that dared to look your way...

jinwoo couldn't have been happier with his first relationship-

for it was simply so utterly perfect for him!

with you being so innocent (so trustworthy) of him and his undying love and devotion to you, it had left you blinded to the numerous red flags that surrounded his actions-

which was exactly where he needed you to be.

while you remain asleep in his arms, you were still aware of many things-

like how your cellphone had a strange, blue light hidden within the depths of your camera...

or the sudden disappearance of the male coworker you were assigned to do a project with...

and how the shadows seemed to grow deeper and stronger as what seemed like hundreds of eyes were watching your every move.

jinwoo lets out a low chuckle while whispering longingly to you, "i did it all for love."

as he presses a kiss against your temple, the powerful hunter leans back to reveal something shiny hidden within the palm of his hand. taking a hold of your left hand, he finds your ring finger before sliding the gorgeously crafted ring against it.

jinwoo takes a moment to admire the ring on your finger, in complete awe of it as it remained the sole proof that you now belonged to him.

happy with his surprise for you, he places your left hand back on the bed, falling back into bed with his arms wrapped possessively around you. letting out one last yawn, jinwoo allows himself to slumber as he waits for you to awaken...

once the morning came and you noticed the glittering ring settled against your finger, your heart became filled with love for him, making you awaken your lover with a series of kisses against his perfectly sculpted lips.

sung jinwoo ends up smiling against your kiss, being filled with joy as you remained completely and blissfully unaware of how the ring was simply a thinly veiled chain in disguise, forever tying you to him for all eternity...

a.n. - i have a little bit of a writer's block, but had some brainrots pertaining to yandere!jinwoo... this man is too beautiful to ignore, and i lowkey find myself not minding this darker version of jinwoo... 😭

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[harunade]

anemone boy — kim gyuvin

¿¿ What happens when Gyuvin falls in love with a girl who reminds him of his favourite flower, an anemone? While also being his best friend’s sister ??

┆

i pairing: nonidol!gyuvin x f!reader

ii status: on going

iii chapters:

yn and friends | eumppappa luvrs

001: she smells ??

002: blonde goddess

003: i’ll protect you…

004: movie night

more tba…

iv taglist: @nichoswag @hae-wonzz @beomibeom

DISCONTINUED!!

[minisugakoobies]

I’m so excited about the drabble that’s not a drabble anymore!!! Also YES PLEASE GIMME THE TEASER!!!!!!!!!!

Ahhhh, I'm glad you're excited! Ok then! 💕 Title: The Rules Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader Genre: strangers to lovers, smut, Wedding!AU WC: 634, final TBD Warnings: none for the teaser Summary: How long can you follow the rules?

When your cousin asked you to be a bridesmaid, she gave you three simple rules to follow:

Number one: don't be late. "To be early is to be on time. To be on time is to be late. To be late is to get cut out of the family. Don't think Halmeoni won't drop you from her will if I ask."

Number two: Don't get super wasted. "What if I have a bridal emergency and you're completely zooted, upchucking wine spritzers in the bathroom?" As if you'd drink a wine spritzer.

And rule number three: Don't fuck Bang Chan.

She announced the third rule the first time you gathered with her and her other bridesmaids to discuss wedding details. Bang Chan, it turned out, was her fiancé's "Best Bro" from his college frat days.

"Binnie was in a frat? Huh," was your response upon learning this new factoid.

Sun Hee rolled her eyes. "I know, it's weird, but he's grown up a lot since I met him. Chan, on the other hand…" she grimaced. "He's a fuckboy. Of the highest magnitude. S-class. A summa cum fuckboy."

"More like a someone's gonna come fuckboy, amiright?" maid of honor Ji-won snarked, cracking herself up, but she quickly stopped when Sun Hee gave her the evil eye.

"And that's bad because…" you drawled.

"Because every goddamn time one of my friends hooks up with his slutty ass, they completely lose their shit. And I! Do! Not! Have the time to deal with the fallout!" Sun Hee clapped her hands after each word, like a deranged cheerleader. "So keep your hands and your holes away from that man!"

At first, when you met the groomsmen at the engagement party, you thought to yourself that Sun Hee's rule was unnecessary. Apparently, Changbin only hung out with other ridiculously good-looking guys. Any one of them could probably show you an amazing time, if you so desired. 

And then Bang Chan walked in.

Out of curiosity, you'd looked the guy up, scouring Changbin's insta for old photos. Just so you could see what all the fuss was about. It was pretty easy to identify why Sun Hee's friends were apparently throwing themselves at the man, between his muscular build, his warm eyes, and his heart-melting smile. And as a semi-famous music producer, he's a star on the rise, which only adds to his allure. But holy shit, you were not prepared for the charisma.

He strolled into the room like he was walking onto a stage, radiating confidence from every inch of his rather thick frame, as if expecting an audience to start applauding at his presence. Maybe that's why you weren't surprised to see Changbin and his friends light up as they caught sight of their friend.

Of course, they weren't the only ones to notice him.

"Oh damn, look at the snack that just walked in," Ji-won whispered, tugging on your sleeve. "He's tasty."

"Yeah he is," another bridesmaid, Hae, piped up. "Is it too late to call dibs?"

"Gawi bawi bo!" Ji-won suddenly yelled, but you grabbed her hand as she threw a scissors symbol into the air.

"Sorry, ladies, but the bride's rules trump rock, paper, and scissors. That's Chan."

“That’s Chan? Well, shit.” Ji-won pauses. “Okay. Dibs on Jisung!” 

“Wait a minute!”

Ignoring the horny squabbling going on beside you, you discreetly ogle Chan over the rim of your cocktail. Changbin really needs to update his insta, because you were not prepared for Chan’s blond hair. Or the lip ring. Or, fuck, you nearly choke on your old fashioned as Chan laughs and something silvery inside his open mouth catches your eye. Is that a tongue ring too?!

This man could not be more your type. Absolute catnip, and your kitty is eager for a taste.

Masterlist 💜 Find me on AO3 💜 

© 2023 by minisugakoobies. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.

[spitinsideme]

What are some other gay ships you like besides ragapom?

mae x jules from.the show devil in ohio .. i dont think ajyone understands my love for this ship and i jate how little fanfiction anf fanart tgere is of this show in general. i love this show so much devil in ohio os 5hr best show rver but i jst wsnt to say rigjt now that theg fucked the ending uo bevsude it coukd have been MORE like it shpukd hae bern MORE !!! tbe thing that happened between mae and jules was literally made up fakr drama tjat jules would have never even started at that point in their friendship, it was drama athat wpukd have nrver occured woth the way they were progresseing and the friendship stage they were in ajd i jate how it was played out it wad so fake it was so forxed and i hated it. i hated the ending i jated everything aboit the last fee episofes becaude it felt rushed it felt like the point wss to just show how fucmed this girl was and how she ruins everythinf and how manipulative she is in just 4 episodes and it wad so .. weord becsude she was progressing so well !!! itwas so out of noehere, especially taht drama between jules best friend oscar or soem bullshit and mae ??? likr its not maes failt tjat people went to her or that she got popular, and jules wpuld havr mevrr blamed it on mae at thay point becaude cjaracayer develolment had occured !!! idontknow .. i really like that ship and id love to makr fanart for it one day

claudia x grace from tbe movie my first summer. this movie was suorrduorr amaizng it was a lesbian movie i watxhed last yesr when i was on a lesbian binge mmovir and i estcbed many obscure lesbian videos ( i remdver i wtched an italian bdsm gay mpvie whrre these two girls played .. sensual sadistic hide and seek ????? it was odd .. 10/10 movie ) but ky first sumer wad greta i mens it wa sad it had an ambiguois open ending as most lesbia movies do but overall i llved itsoosmuch and tbeir kiss wss so fucking sdorsble everythinf about it wad sosos adorable and i hate hoe its not even popular ??? not many peope have wstxhe dit when its the BEST lesbian mocie ever its my favrouote literlaly ever !!! theres nnot much fsnart of fansgiction for ir rither whoch SUCKS !! i wsnt to ome dya mske it for them

laura lee x lottie from the show yellowjackets. i feel like ay this point you understand that i love my ships to have religious symbolism, something religious is going on behind it, and also, blonde x brunette !! i dontknow if aby of you have watched it but SPOILER INCOMING !!!!!!!! aftet they had their HOT AND SPICY AND HOMOEROTIC baptism scene on thwir lake i was lime woah !!! i wa ssososure they woukd have had a little will they wont they situation, a little ooo they might kiss but they probbaly wont because laura lee is cathcokix and has intrrnalised homiphobiaaas !!!! or whatrver ixonfknow bit then SHE FUCKING DIES. AND I WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW WHEN SHE DIED I STOPPED WATCHING I NEEDED TO TAKE A BREAK !!I TOOK A LOMG THREE WEK BREAK FROM YELLOEJSCKETS BECAUDE EVERYTHING I SAW, EVERYRHINF I WATCHED, EVERYTHINF REMINDED ME OF LAURA LEE AND IT HURT ME !!! IT HURT THAT I CPULDNT SEE MORR OF HER AND THAT SHE COUKDNT HAVE BEEN MORE AND THAT SHE WAS JUST THE CATHOLIX GIRL THATS ALL SHE WAS AND THATD ALL SHE DIED AS !!! AND I HATE THAT EVEN NOW I HAVE MEVER GOTTEN SO ATTACHED TO A CAHARCYRR !!! SOMETIMSI CRY REMDMEBRRONG SHES DEAD AND WILL NEVER GET TO BE MORE AND HAVE MORE AND BE COMPLEX AND SHOW HER COMPLEX THINGS !!! IT SUCKS !!!

emaline x kate from the show everything sucks. firstly, the show fucks anf i think metflix shpuld like lesbians more i mean comeon ee get ONE lesbian canon relationshio and sufdenly CNACELLED !!! we have to fucking neg for scrapes and secondly, MY FUCKING GOODDD !!!! GOOD FUCKING GOD !!! BECAUDE WHEN I SAW KATE REACH ITO HER TROUSERS WHILST LOOKONG AT THISE SEDUCTIVE PITTLR IMAGES OF WOMAN I SCREAMR DI FUCKING SCREAMED I SCREAMED LIKE A FUCKING BANSHEE AT A PRIDE PARADE !!!! I WAS SO HAPPY SHE WAS GAY !!! and when kate and emaline kissed .. i was so hapoyy i had to lause to jsut love in the moment for a bit .. theyre the best evet .. i esnt to make fanart for them .... sigh ... not enough fabart of fansfiction about them ...

enid x wednesday is also prety cute !! im not like reallyrealy imto it but its alright also im going to take a moment to beat that fucking xavierd ass i hate him do much i hope he dies its nlt even because he was a love interestedi mena that sucmed too but its becayse hes so fucking annoyong oooo my dad id alwayd on the roll or whatever and im depresseddd so i male art because im a sad fucjing srtist god go fucking get therapy stop fucking being a cunt i hate him so much

thats it .. i think .. if i remeber more ill uodate this ...

[tinyidle]

Can you imagine Ateez as women? I'm wondering how their masculine sexiness would transfer into feminine sexiness. I'm talking personality and physical appearance.

okay, so first sfw-ish ateez post ive ever made (i believe)

warning: men being imagined as women (not a trans thing), a bunch of gg comparisons sorry not sorry, suggestive-ish, description of body parts (non sexual), 18+ because i may or may not curse, female!teez, fiction ofc

Hongjoong

reminds me a lot of soyeon from (g)i-dle: short, songwriter, rapper, producing genius. with his level of sexiness as a woman, he would turn both men and women (as if he doesn't do that now lasmod). would have a sizeable chest and butt

Seonghwa

is so pretty that people often confuse him with a woman these days, so imagine if he was a woman. he reminds me of siyeon from dreamcatcher, whose sexiness is uncharted and honestly matches seonghwa's. always displays cleavage

Yunho

ive seen people say online that he look's like winter from aespa's long lost cousin, and i can honestly see it. when they both dyed their hair blonde that one time, it sent me into a frenzy. his sexiness is much more prevalent, however, so as a tall woman idols would look onto him. sizable bottom

Yeosang

reminds me of onda from everglow in almost everything but sexiness. his is much more prevalent, and for some reason i think he'd have big boobs hehe. if his hair were to ever be cut lower than his shoulders than he would be a lesbian soul snatcher fr

San

another dreamcatcher comparison: sua. they have the exact same sexiness; like the exact same. love love loves to display cleavage and midriff, and for some reason is obsessed with body rolls. not that huge with the assets, but he works with what he has

Mingi

he's been compared to someone i can't remember, but never mind that right now. really tall, slightly lanky woman. heavy-looking boobs (but not huge), round ass, and DSL lips. they are very few gg women whose lips are naturally plump, but that's where the members of ateez, especially mingi, have an abundance of!

Wooyoung

a social butterfly and naturally flirtatious that you don't even look at what assets as a woman. all you wonder is what that mouth do (im sorry TT) but yeah, extremely sexy, can do all forms of dance well, loves baggy clothes but can pull off leotards extremely well. like an xg-type style of clothing. loves having his hair mid-back length

Jongho

you know swan from purple kiss? they have the same beautiful voice and (i believe) body type. he would hae siazable assets but would seldom show it, display a thigh here and there. focuses more on song and face appeal than overall sexiness, but it's very much there, don't be fooled