#solo leveling

[queenendless]

It happened.

ARISE

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SUNG JINWOO ‣ SOLO LEVELING E5: A Pretty Good Deal

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[queenendless]

ARISE

A/n: As we are now in a new year, time to write on some new fandoms.

Rewatched S1 dubbed — and yes Aleks Le as Sung Jinwoo is the reason why cause he's so damn fine~! Listen to his voice as you read this, I insist! I just need to get my Sung Jinwoo fix. Therefore—

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x F!Adult!Reader

CW: Explicit 21+ MATURE content inside. SOME SPOILERS but not much. Morning smut, implied mentions of suicide, reader got reincarnated as a humanoid magic beast and serves Jinwoo now.

DON'T PLAGARIZE, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY FANFIC WORK. Rather reblog like and follow pls n thx.

"Wakey wakey." That teasing low purr in the crook of your neck had you giggling tiredly as the ticklish sensation pulled you out of slumber. Spooning you from behind, his legs entangled with yours, Jinwoo breathes in your scent, sucking tenderly. Taking his enormous hand that rested on your hip into yours, just to play with his fingers, made him smile.

“Don't go.” You murmur, raising that hand to leave brush petal soft pecks to his knuckles.

"Come on, now. I gotta get ready." His slurred gruffness were telltale signs he was in no hurry.

"The world is your kingdom now, Jinwoo. It'll still be there tomorrow." Your reassurance meant you curled further into your side of the bed, the tendrils of slumber creeping back in. His deep chuckle trailed butterfly pecks from your cheek, down the pane of your neck, then up to your ear. "Stay here with me, please."

"Even the Shadow Monarch needs to lead his guild." His words were one thing. His wandering hands were another story. "But, if you rather keep me in bed all day, I suppose you could persuade me." His very presence chased away the bitter freezing loneliness you were accustomed to, submerging you in his comfortable burning embrace.

"God, you're something else." You turned in his grasp, finally able to face him and shower him with your smooches, such smitteness brought warmth blooming within him. Not to mention his bulge rubbing against your crotch sent sparks shooting through you both.

Flashes of memories surfaced in your mind. Such a whiplash it is that the most powerful hunter in this world that you personally witness slaughtering every beast and human that dares stand in his way, soaked in their blood, could be the very same man that held such requited smoldering endearment for you.

The butterflies and flips occurring inside from every gaze, touch and word given are always worth it.

"God has been long gone from this world ... just Rulers and Monarchs now ... and yours is beside himself. To think his favorite beast on the streets ... is a lamb in the sheets~" That rumbling deep voice roughly heaved in between kisses. Opening your mouth so willingly had him grinning against you as his velvety tongue entangled yours, lost in the thralls of the passionate dance within. “My favorite~”

His sculpted hands slithered underneath your top, lightly brushing up against your sides, then your tummy. One hand stayed to fondle your cushiony mounds; he never gets tired of feeling you up.

"A human from another world ... reborn as a humanoid magic beast." Pinching, pulling and rubbing your pearls between his long sly fingers had you melting as your muffled mewling grew frequent. “Failed by those closest to you, abandoned to that pain and fear … a kindred soul.”

His other sly hand slips under your undies, cupping your dripping sex. Your moaning had him smirking as he nibbled your bottom lip in tune with his thumb insistently rubbing your clit and the tips of his fingers brushing around your cunt. "Isn't this what you wanted? To be touched by me? Your beloved King?"

"Mmm yes~" His voice always got you going, especially when those four fingers filled you up well, curling and scissoring in their trek straight to your burning core. "Aaah~" Your hips rutting into his hand got him bricked up through his sweatpants. "Nngh~" Wringing your hands through those dark messy locks and stroking along his shaved undercut got him trembling, all to reel him in and keep you as grounded as you could currently be in your haze filled state. "Don't stop~"

"So touch starved." Your sharp gasp was the sign he reached your bundle of nerves, prodding it with such vigor, stuffing you right up to his wrist, lathered up in your cream. “To let me be the first and only one to shower you with such devotion ... I'll forever be grateful for that blessing." Tears of ecstasy leave your e/c eyes and he kisses them away, his ebony bangs tickling your moaning burning face, the flames of passion stoked for you as you come undone. "My Queen~"

His creamy hand then pulled right out of your valley, leaving you desperately wanting him to fill up your emptiness. Your faith got restored, however, as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, revealing the chiseled marble sculpture that is his physique.

He knows the sight alone makes your mouth water. Your hands traversed the panes of his soft firm pecs, that thick neck, those broad shoulders, even these sculpted biceps that flexed as his daily tasked push ups came with the added benefit of pushing down to your laying form, being enthralled by your rewarding kisses. Such reliable stability beneath that lean stature of resilience.

Your own eyes burned with the glow of enchantment, the image of who he used to be versus who he has become reminded you of yourself. How the physical and mental scars that plagued your old life for years on end shaped you into who you have become. A magic beast serving the Shadow Monarch. What a pairing.

His cream coated hand slips under his own waistband, pulling his beast free from its confines, using your cum as his lube to be more prepared.

His other hand cupped under your knee, draping your leg over his shoulder. "Wouldn't you rather I give you tongue~?" That low toned growl already got your other leg willingly draped over his other broad shoulder picked up already sunk into your wet folds.

“Yes love~!” Ripping such a concupiscent symphony outta your mouth His other hand couldn't help but jack off to your venereal cries. The scorching presence his mouth gave as the starvation had him ravaging, suckling as much as making out with your now squirting folds.

His cheeks filled with your essence, dexterously aiming his tongue to drive you further up the tower of sins. Your spasming hips only buried his face deeper in, inhaling your scent as his nose got pushed in your pubes, his light yet sturdy weight. Those lidded silver eyes flashed violet as their predatory gaze marveled in your sweaty flushed expressions due to his ravenous gorging, your voice shrieking as you unloaded, his creamy covered lips curling swallowing gratefully.

“You're truly decadent.”

Your body and soul trembled in anticipation for what's to come; your legs falling off his shoulders to hug his firm hips. So did him, leading his dick slowly into your loosened yet smothering grip. "Let me make love to you." He grunted, you sucking him up as greedily as his cock started into the slow steady rhythm stroking your creamy grip.

“Fuck me! Please~! Don't stop~! Don't ever stop!” Your unhinged shouts of passion hit his ear as you hugged his neck, his own hot breath hitting your shoulder as he picked up the lace into the feverish fueled tapping; skin squelching and smacking noises bouncing off the walls.

“Fuck~! You’re heaven incarnate~!” Your sob filled yell riled up his necessity to bust his nuts in you even more. His feral groans in response had you squeezing him in a vice state, marking the side of his neck into a bruising suck, drawing scratches along his chiseled shoulder blades.

His own fingers dug into your rolling hips, finger shaped bruises painting your skin in kind, while his sharp teeth marked along your shoulder and neck, marking you as his and his alone, raising you further to the apex.

“I’ll fuck you until the world ends. This needy pussy deserves to be ravaged every waking moment. Every inch of you is mine to worship. Your beautiful womb filled up with my seed. That's my dream. To have you as my wife. To raise a family together. To make you Mrs. Sung!”

“Yes, Jin~! Yes~!” Your choked up agreement got lost in the sloppy, tongue filled kisses as you came a third in a row, making a cum circle around his shaft, painting his rippling thighs and the once pure sheets.

Your orgasmic greeting met with his, shooting right into your womb quite thickly, lifting you in his shredded grasp, externally and internally. Thrusting his still oozing libido into your heavenly valley like a madman to chase that euphoric high.

Your head limply rested on his shoulder like a pillow, fatigued mewls spilling out as the burning weight of his essence settled into your abdomen. Carefully setting you down on the bed, Jinwoo collapsed on his side, heaving slowly and deeply, his dazed eyes gazing at yours, glowing radiantly as the sunlight slipping in outlined your form.

Still submerged in you, now limp dicked, his muscular arm draped over you, pulling you both closer, all to have you curling into his slickened torso, breathing in your intermingled scent.

“Now call in sick.” Your weak request got him chuckling deeply.

“I will in a bit.” Curling your cascading hair through his fingertips, he caressed your pretty head, allowing the tranquil silence to linger.

“I love you, Y/n. So damn much. Thank you for being in my life, in this moment, and for the rest of our reign to come.” His whole being enveloped you in his bear hug of an embrace, drawing in your shared taste through an endearing kiss.

“I love you too, Jin. So damn much.” Your voice fluttered from the swelling of emotion taking hold on your heart, as you couldn't help but fall into the routine of peppering smooches all over that beautifully precious face of his.

“I'll love you. In this life and the next. Until the end of it all.” He vowed to you as you succumbed to sleep once again, smiling softly at your face, kissing your sweet lips once more before reaching out behind him for his phone, sending a quick text to Yoo Jinho about his impromptu work absence. His brother in arms was A-okay about, already suspecting fooling around with you being the reason why.

Jinwoo's next text was him dubbing Jinho as his best man at your upcoming wedding, already looking forward to seeing you on that sacred day, followed up by quite the steamy honeymoon.

He was already anticipating your future together, basking in the early morning, setting his phone aside as it filled with the following texts of congrats and excitement from his little bro, before joining you in the confines of dreams, cocooned in your shared comfy warmth, watched on by his shadow army in the corner, silently cheering for their master’s engagement with their future Queen Regnant.

[leonastarry]

Hiii!! First of all I want to say, I love your Solo Leveling fics, I binge read so many of them after my 3rd reread of the manhwa. You write Jinwoo so well, I love your writing!

I'd like to request a hurt/comfort angst to fluff fic with Jinwoo, where Jinwoo is so busy leveling up before the S rank gate appears he rarely comes home and reader is away on a raid where she gets attacked by one of the monarchs and Jinwoo is late to arrive so she gets very hurt and he loses his mind. She does recover and they have some cute fluffy moments. Would love to see dark Jinwoo.

Thanks! No pressure at all, take all the time you want to write, XD

[ Req 17 ] Unspoken promises. ✧. ┊    s.jinwoo x reader.

The clock on the wall ticked incessantly, filling the stifling silence of the apartment. Jinwoo hadn’t been home in weeks, pouring all his energy into preparing for the S-rank Gate looming on the horizon. He wasn’t avoiding you—at least not intentionally. But the drive to protect everyone had consumed him, and you were left in his absence.

You understood him. How could you not? As an S-rank Hunter, you knew what it meant to shoulder the burden of countless lives. But that didn’t make the loneliness any easier to bear.

So when the call came for an urgent raid, you jumped at the chance. A distraction, something to keep your mind from wandering to the empty space on your bed.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

The dungeon was supposed to be normal, something even a mid-ranking guild could handle. But as soon as you entered, you knew something was wrong.

The air was heavy, stifling. The shadows seem alive, moving in ways they shouldn’t. And then you feel it—a presence so overwhelming it makes your blood run cold.

But as the dungeon’s boss room opens, a terrible pressure hits you. It’s suffocating, a presence that stops even the most seasoned hunters in their tracks.

The Frost Monarch and the Plague Monarch stand before you, eyes filled with malicious amusement.

“Oh, what a pleasant surprise,” the Plague Monarch growls, her voice dripping with venom. “These humans think they’re gods.”

You instinctively step forward in front of your squad, raising your weapon. “Get out of here,” you command your comrades, your voice firm despite the fear creeping into your heart.

The Monarch attacks without warning, its malice evident. You fight with all you have, but it is relentless, its power far beyond anything you have faced before.

Your comrades fall one by one, their screams echoing through the cave. And then it turns its attention to you.

Pain erupts as its claws tear you apart, and you fall to the ground, blood pooling beneath you. Gritting your teeth, you summon the last of your strength, but it is not enough.

“Jinwoo…” you whisper, your vision fading.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Jinwoo felt it the moment your mana flickered. He had always kept a shadowy part of himself connected to you, a silent assurance that you were safe. But now, that connection was weak—almost nonexistent.

He had been on the other side of the country when it happened, but the Shadow Monarch needed no conventional means of transportation. His soldiers opened a portal, and in a moment, he was in the dungeon.

The sight that befell him made his blood run cold.

The battlefield was littered with corpses, the smell of blood thick in the air. And then he saw you, lying motionless, blood staining the ground.

The monarchs were gone, leaving only a few ruins and some of their minions, proof of their presence.

Jinwoo’s vision blurred with anger. His shadow exploded from the ground, a wave of darkness swallowing everything in its path.

Jinwoo was ruthless, his attacks relentless. He did not stop until his enemies were nothing but ashes.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Jinwoo carried you out of the dungeon, his grip gentle despite the anger coursing through him. His shadows formed a protective barrier around you, their loyalty unwavering.

He knew that the Monarchs had left on purpose, their retreat a calculated move to avoid facing him. But their cruelty towards you - the person he held dearest - was unforgivable.

In the days that followed, Jinwoo stayed by your side, his usual calm demeanor replaced with a ferocity that confused even the closest shadows.

When you finally woke up, his relief was palpable.

“Jinwoo…” you muttered, your voice barely a whisper.

“I’m here,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I won’t leave you again. Never.”

His shadow moved behind him, a silent testament to his promise.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Your recovery was slow, but Jinwoo was there for you every step of the way. He refused to leave your side, his guilt showing through his constant care and concern.

He brought you food, fluffed your pillows, and even carried you when you were well enough to move.

“Jinwoo, I’m not made of glass,” you protested one evening as he tucked you in.

“I don’t want to risk it,” he replied, his expression defiant.

Despite his overprotective demeanor, you couldn’t deny how much you appreciated his efforts.

One night, as you lay in bed, Jinwoo sat beside you, his hand intertwined with yours.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“For what?” he asked, his eyes softening.

“For being here,” you said. “For caring.”

He leaned down, kissing her forehead gently. “Always,” he whispered.

In that moment, all the pain and fear seemed to melt away, replaced by the warmth of his love.

Hope you like it 💗

[gabbyp09]

Solo Leveling S2 Ep3 - Brothers

[mysterylilycheeta]

My man

SUNG JINWOO is back.

[pururin]

[blkkizzat]

i can't be watching solo leveling cause the urge to write jinwoo x reader is getting too strong must rebuke.

[cocomanga]

💋👅🤤👅😩💋

[undecidingfate]

Words can not describe how happy this crossover made me

Other Other World

[Solo Leveling x Homicipher MC!Reader - Crossover]

Where is this?? Was your first thought when you exit the elevator. You were in a deserted school building with a number of students dressed in identical uniforms of male and female genders, but wasn’t a pattern that you recognized. You looked out the window, not even recognizing the place and you’re very very familiar with your neighbourhood playground for certain activities.

Since it was raining outside, you gripped tightly on the handle of the red umbrella and repeatedly hit it on the wall. “ሠⶴቹዪቹ ሠቹ? ሠⶴቹዪቹ ፕⶴጎነ?! (translate: Where we? Where this?!)”

“ክዐፕ ኡክዐሠ. ክዐፕ ኡክዐሠ. (translate: Not know. Not know.)” A tall and thin man in red from head to toe appeared with a twisted smile on his face.

“Useless!” You exclaimed, you stabbed the tip of the umbrella into one of the bodies laying on the ground. Looking around, it was odd how there were corpses all around you and blood splatters were painted all over the walls. “Is this another dumping ground?”

Just as you were thinking, a giant green body fell to your side. You looked down and saw its head bashed into the ground, but it was certainly not dead since it was still twitching and fighting the pale arm that was holding it in place. You glanced up and noticed the familiar figure cloaked in dirty black kimono.

“ጋልክፏቹዪ. ኡጎረረ. ሃዐ፱. ነልቻቹ? (translate: Danger. Kill. You. Safe?)” The pale man with his eyes covered by his long hair asked you, his entire form was on top of the green monster.

“Mr. Crawling.” You smiled and nodded, “ነልቻቹ. ክዐ ሠዐዪዪሃ. (translate: Safe. No worry.)”

Without another word, you took out your crowbar and impaled it into the neck of the monster. When it wouldn’t go the whole way, you leaned your entire body into it until it decapitated the head. The three of you watched it roll off before it stopped. Huh, reminds me of Mr. Chopped. 

“ጮዐዪቹ. ፱የ. (translate: More. Up.)” Mr. Crawling pointed upwards.

You hummed and had a thought, “ሃዐ፱ ፕሠዐ ⶴ፱ክፏዪሃ? (translate: You two hungry?)”

Their smiles spread wider at your question. You didn’t need their answer to know that they were excited for what you had in mind. So you had Mr. Crawling bring back the green monster’s corpse back to Mr. Silver so the mad doctor could do what he does best and prepare for a meal, while you and Mr. Scarletella went on for some more hunting.

As you made your way higher into the school building, it became apparent that it wasn’t a dumping ground used by some killer nor was it abandoned in the first place. There were more green monsters around and you had taken care of them with the stupid delusional and obsessive red umbrella man, as much as you hated the guy or ghost, you can’t deny that he wasn’t useless.

You also found out that you were in a different country from the Korean textbooks scattered around and the Korean words you read. Luckily you knew Korean and could communicate. What was left was what happened to this school and why there were green monsters roaming around. Based on what you learned around Other World, the entities there all have unique characteristics and no two entities were alike or the same. So this place wasn’t the Other World you were familiar with.

Mr. Scarletella chuckled, “ኡጎረረ. ጋልፕቹ. ፕዐፏቹፕⶴቹዪ. (translate: Kill. Date. Together.)”

“Shut it before I kill you next.” You raised your crowbar at him.

You heard some chanting and tilted your head in that direction. From the slight shaking, you deduced there was quite the number of them near you two. You glanced down at another monster you killed, it was getting harder and harder to do damage since they were much bigger than your stature, plus you were getting tired even with your ghostly companions.

“We have enough for a feast…” You muttered, you put away your crowbar and opened the red umbrella to shield over your form even though you’re indoors. You could feel Mr. Scarletella hovering behind you, his back arching down so that he was under the umbrella as well, staying close to you but never touching. “Let’s join the party. Cover me.”

“ነጮቹረረ ፪ረዐዐጋ. ⶴ፱ጮልክነ ፕⶴቹዪቹ. (translate: Smell blood. Humans there.)” He spoke with chuckles and giggles. Well, given that he was even more so twisted than you are, you don’t see the issue. 

Mr. Scarletella’s distortion over space hid you from the crowd of green monsters. Easily, the two of you slipped into the classroom where a small group of student were standing by the windows, all shaking in fear. Though your attention was on the three similar monsters that was red in colour now, they regenerate even after they were cut down and stood protecting one particular girl.

Just as you thought you could stand watching the show, the monster seemed to have figured out the trick of the three red ones’ regeneration and swiftly immoblized them. One aimed for the girl and you dashed in front, pointing the open umbrella at the monster’s outreached open palm so that the tip would pierce right into the center of its palm.

Its screams of agony brought a smile to your face that you pushed the girl behind you to join the gawking group. It reach the other hand at you while you returned the umbrella and closed it to smack it away in a fluid motion. You didn’t register fully what the students behind you were gossiping, something about an awakening and Hunters. You didn’t care at the moment, because you could just slaughter the beast. It looked human enough, so that was fine.

However, before you could have your fun, a cloak covered your view and you heard painful screams from the monster once more. Your hands frantically moved the cloth away, knowing who it was. “Mr. Hood! Stop that!” When your vision was back, Mr. Hood’s giant executioner’s axe had already sliced the monster in half and Mr. Crawling was in front of you standing guard. “Ah geez…”

A loud roaring screech echoed outside the building, making everyone freeze in alarm. You were immediately brought to the side by Mr. Hood and covered with his large cloak. Even the monsters were backing away from the center of the room, but they were too late as the floor rumbled from the impact of something landing from the outside. Dust clouding the room and coughing was heard by the students who had no cover.

You stayed under Mr. Hood’s cloak, your hand gripping on your crowbar in case it was another enemy to kill. But your grip weakened when you heard a soft voice of comfort. “You’re safe now.”

Your hand carefully shifted the piece of cloth to give you view of the outside. Part of the classroom was destroyed and the rain pitter-pattered in, clearing the debris and dust quickly. There was a giant blue and black dragon nested at the make-shift opening. Then there was a long figure standing in front of the girl you protected before.

His aura was murderous and chaotic, yet he appeared so calm and controlled. As if any sudden movements would make him snap and everyone there would be dead. Your killer instinct told you that you’d never want to be that man’s enemy. You momentarily wondered if Mr. Scarlettella and Mr. Crawling had disappeared from sight since Mr. Hood was here already.

You closed your eyes and remained in Mr. Hood’s makeshift hiding spot, as long as Mr. Hood and you don’t pose a threat, that man would only focus on those green monsters and you two could slip away. You heard the man arranging the evacuation and the other students were more than happy to oblige.

“Wait! There’s still someone left!” That girl’s voice urged, you guessed her footsteps came over to you but stopped a distance away. After all, Mr. Hood was definitely still holding his axe on guard. “That person inside protected us before you came, Oppa!”

“Person?” The man asked.

You left Mr. Hood shift, his hidden arm, wrapping around you securely. You patted his arm to reassure him before you moved the cloak to show yourself. With the man being something akin to a ticking timebomb, you didn’t want to risk anything before you could find a way to return to where you were. “Hi.”

“Are you a Hunter? Is that your Summon?” The man asked. “Did you just awaken?”

You had no idea what was a Hunter nor a Summon, hell, what even is an awaken?! So you just did the most innocent and ‘I have no idea what’s happening’ face you could. “It just appeared when I’m in danger.” It wasn’t a lie. They do have that protective streak. Though, the fact that only one was being referred so means the other two was safely gone from the scene. 

“Evaculate with my sister.” The man basically ordered.

“Yup! Sure!” You came out of Mr. Hood’s cloak and gave him the signal to disappear. You didn’t want any trouble. You followed the girl and went down from the wing of the dragon you saw. When you were safely on the ground, you opened your red umbrella and Mr. Scarlettella was there by your side. You snuck away from the scene and made your escape into the crowd with Mr. Crawling leading you into alleyways.

Manhwa Scenes: Chapter 116-119 (Dungeon break at Jinah’s school)

Note: To those that have no idea what Homicipher is. It’s a horror romance game with a female MC that’s a serial killer and ended up going to the ghost realm called Other World. There’s a language barrier and the aim of MC is to find a way home. You can search it up, I believe the demo is free, but the game is paid on some gaming platform. I myself didn’t play it but watched gameplay and LOVE Mr. Crawling.

Anyways, this is just a small dabble I wanna do, nothing serious. Not like I'm switching fandoms and stuff. Still doing Solo Leveling fics. (though I will be uploading something tomorrow, maybe a series continuation~ since this one is short~~ shh)

𝕮𝖎𝖗𝖈𝖊 𝖄.

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[inbestigator]

Solo Leveling

[little-shadow-club]

More Sutiel for me and three starving moots at the back

[deathc-re]

your older!bf who has really opened your eyes to the world of mature men. who truly listens when have a complaint and works to fix it. who shows you that he adores you, even in his own strange way. who goes out of his way to spoil you and pamper you; who always makes sure you have the best of the best.

older!bf who literally is the best sexual experience you've had in your whole life. who does things you didn't even think were possible. who makes you feel levels of pleasure you'd only read about until this point. who pays such close attention to ever twitch and flinch and gasp and abuses ever spot that brings you pleasure. who reaches places so deep inside that you're surprised feels good instead of painful. who goes above and beyond with aftercare, making you feel so safe and secure. who makes sure you're well feed and clean, your favorite show or song playing as he cuddles you close.

older!bf who wastes no time to show you off and shower you in praise. who compliments every aspect of you, some you didn't even notice about yourself. who respects and knows you as a person. who is secure enough in himself and the relationship to know that even tho you're together, you're your own separate people and is fine with it.

older!bf who is protective of you and takes the extra measures to make sure you're safe in every situation he can, no matter what.

older!bf who loves you :(

LAW, corazon, sir crocodile, bakugo, aizawa, FAT GUM, sung-jin woo, andy, GETO, and my man <3

[sungjinwhump]

hunter sung jinwoo:

jinwoo:

there's a difference.

[heirloomgem]

Serendipity Series

Summary: (AU) In every lifetime, Sung Jinwoo will make sure to leave a mark on your soul. To always accompany you as your devoted husband to his lovely and cute wife, no matter what...

Watching from a distance, Sung Jinwoo slowly savoured the taste of the wine in his glass, his fingers clenching the fragile stem. He restrained his anger as he witnessed your betrothed humiliate you and revoke your engagement for his mistress. Painting you as a villain to everyone as that foolish of a man flaunts his infidelity called 'love'.

Sung Jinwoo couldn't help but sneer at them and find fate laughable.

He has always been determined to have you as his wife, no matter what. However, fate has a twisted sense of humour. It seems, that in order, for him to have you, you must first endure humiliation and a broken engagement.

If fate is going to play its hand, then don't blame him if he turns the situation to his advantage and claims you as his own. And as for those who have wronged you, they will face the consequences of his wrath.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except for my characters and plot.

Warning/Genre: Romance, AU, drama, broken engagement, Yandere (Sorry for the miss grammar)

Chapter 1 - Stupidity

In a banquet hosted by the royal family in the palace, your betrothed, the crown prince hugs his first love protectively in his arms and condemns you without hesitation in front of all the nobles in the kingdom.

A smug smirk on his lips as he looked down on you while you, on the other hand, glared up at him.

The anger that has built over the years was on the verge of breaking as your supposed fiance embarrassed not only you but your family with the breakdown of your engagement.

Your name is Eliana Anderson. You are the eldest child of the Anderson household and the prestigious and precious daughter of the Primes Minister Anderson of your kingdom.

Ever since you came of age, you have been betrothed to the crown prince by the king without your father's approval.

You're the only daughter in your family and your father has always doted on you so of course the matters of your betrothal have been a sensitive and meticulous topic to your father. Not wanting to give his precious daughter to some boorish, unruly bastards.

And so receiving a marriage decree from the king, accompanied by a threat to your family, made your father furious beyond belief that you and your mother worried he might faint from anger.

Your father protested with all his might to deny this engagement, knowing how corrupt the current royal family is and how uncontrolled and malicious the current crown prince is but to no avail; the king ignored him.

In the end, you didn't have a choice but to follow, not wanting your family to end up in a difficult situation by opposing the king.

The crown prince does share the same sentiment on not wanting this engagement; however, that didn't stop him from showing his disgust at you. In fact, he seemed to revel in the opportunity to humiliate you whenever the chance arose.

The torment he has shown you since the first day of your engagement has never ceased, and continues even to this day.

And now he's hellbent on not only humiliating you but also destroying and smearing your family's reputation through the mud.

Letting out a breath, you calmed yourself, knowing that acting hysterical wouldn't benefit you nor save your family from the predicament this prince has thrown at you.

However, the urge to slap this idiot prince was so dangerously tempting that you had to close your eyes, and instead, a cold smile appeared on your lips and looked at your 'fiance'.

"If I may ask Your Highness, what crime have I committed that warrants you painting me as a malicious villain in front of everyone?" You coldly asked, your smile darkening as your hand clenched tighter on the fan you were holding.

Suddenly, a coquettish voice interrupted, "Lady Eliana, please stop lying and admit to your sins. Please don't make this harder than it is."

It was the woman whom your fiance had 'fallen' for. A woman who has brown shoulder-length hair, dopey downturned eyes and dressed in a white gown that accentuated her slim figure.

She has that pure, innocent beauty that always seems to attract men who want to unconsciously protect her.

It was the crown prince's 'first love', Amy Wilson, the illegitimate daughter of Baron Wilson, who was currently nestled in your fiance's arms.

Cowering and trembling as tears gathered in her eyes, looking like a small doe in front of everyone as she tried to confront you, earning her sympathy and pitying looks especially the crown prince and his stupid group of cronies.

You, however, were given a dark and condemning look from them.

You couldn't help but spit in disgust in your heart as you coldly looked at her.

She's a woman completely opposite of you, who has sharp and cold eyes, and whenever you look at the crown prince, a lingering disgust shows in your eyes.

Your once slender and petite frame is now tall and lean, the result of the training you have suddenly undergone to learn self-defence as you were pushed as the crown princess.

Truly a complete opposite from your past self. No more the naivety and joy in your once soft features.

Hearing her words, you sneered.

"As far as I know Lady Tr- Lady Wilson, I have only given you fair warnings on your behaviour and to maintain your distance as Your Highness is my betrothed. As for the accusations of harming you, unfortunately, I do not know of them nor have I done them."

You said as you gave them a cold smile behind your fan, patting yourself for catching yourself from calling that woman 'trash'.

That right, you have labelled that woman 'Trash' the moment she seduced the crown prince and tried to harm you.

Why, you ask?

It's not because you love that rotten bastard but because, in your eyes, the crown prince is a rotten garbage. And since there is a rotten garbage, it only makes sense that it has to be thrown in the trash and that trash is none other than Amy Wilson.

Hiding behind the crown prince's arms, that trash gave you a sly look.

You couldn't help but feel a disgusting chill run down your spine as an unsettling feeling settled in your stomach.

As far as you know, your actions thus far have been appropriate as a crown princess. Neither have you crossed the line of letting your feelings interfere nor have you remained ignorant of the situation to let it escalate.

You didn't hurt this woman in any form, only giving her a fair warning and if you did, you have your servants to witness it. As for the 'evidence' they have presented earlier, if experts, the kings and higher people in ranks were to investigate it, they would know it was nothing but fraud.

It's nothing but false evidence made by both the crown prince and his stupid group of cronies who were supposedly the next heirs to some of the most influential families in your kingdom and yet have been seduced so easily under such a contemptuous woman.

Regardless, they were nothing but brats who only rode their family's coattails and were nothing but a nuisance, using their power to abuse those who were weak and under them.

Thinking so, you curse them again in your heart and tried to calm your nerves as cold sweat still continues to run down your back.

"We have given and presented undisputable evidence, Eliana. Stop your nonsense and admit to it." The crown prince spoke with impatience in his voice, shaking his head as if he were speaking to a child.

Your eyebrow twitched hearing him calling you by your name so directly with such audacity.

If it were any other situation, you would have refuted him without reserve however since you were in such a situation, you can't do so recklessly or else your entire family would be dragged further than it already is.

Suddenly, the crown prince caught your eyes and gave a malicious smirk before declaring.

"Since your actions show just how much of an unreasonable and vile you are. How could I accept you as the crown princess and be the future mother of the kingdom! Hence, as of today, Eliana Anderson, you are stripped of your title as the crown princess and from now on Lady Amy Wilson will be the crown princess. Guards! Arrest her and throw her into prison for the crime of harming the crown princess."

You stared, speechless, at the crown prince at such absurdity.

That is when the unsettling feeling you have since you entered this ball completely grasps your whole being as if a slap hit you on the face. A whisper in the back of your mind becomes louder and louder as you feel something within you is on the verge of breaking.

You have always known that the crown prince was a good-for-nothing bastard. A spoiled bastard who only does whatever he pleases but it wasn't to the point of complete idiocy especially when it comes to you as your betrothal was one of the stepping stones on why he became the crown prince however it seems you have overestimated him.

Feeling your arms being restrained by the knights, you struggled. Your control over your emotions slowly slips as your frustrations and anger show.

You tried to regulate your breathing as you looked at the bastard before you, smiling mockingly as you gradually cracked under him.

He turns his head to look at your father who is now being restrained by the knights also when he tried to charge in your defence. A sickening smile on his lips as he taunted your father.

"Ah, Duke Anderson, unfortunately, you'll have to step down from your position as well since the evidence of your embezzlement and illegal actions have been presented to the king. The king has also decided that Marquis Henlyn will be replacing you as the Prime Minister."

Hearing this you curse the crown prince at such an abrupt accusation.

Your father with embezzlement?! Illegal actions?! being replace?!

Such stupidity!

Your father has been nothing but upright and loyal to the kingdom and its people. If it wasn't for him, this kingdom would have long fallen because of its corrupt royal family!

And now he's being falsely accused!? And on top of it, your father is being replaced by Marquis Henlyn who has been rumoured to have smuggled weapons and slavery between your kingdom and the other countries!

Just what kind of parasite is in that bastard's head to have allowed this especially the king!

You gritted your teeth as you yelled, "Your Highness, do you even realize what you're doing?! If you allow this, not only you and the imperial family will be implicated but the kingdom and its people as well! You say my father has done illegal doings and yet haven't you heard that Marquis Henlyn has smuggled not only weapons but has done illegal trading of slavery of our people! My father has been nothing but loyal and honest! Evidence?! It is nothing but a farce! "

Surely even this prince knows how impossible it was to replace your father as his hard work is more evident than this so-called ' evidence'.

Your father's power and authority are the sole reason he's the current crown prince. Removing you and your father would be a foolish move even the king knows this thus the reason he has given that marriage decree without your family's permission and yet why this?!

However, it seems not only have you overestimated the prince but that of the king as well as the prince laughed at you and leaned down as he whispered.

"Do you really think my father cares about your family now that your father has crossed his line? Not only has your father obstructed the royal family again and again, but this time, my father has had enough and since I have gained your father's authority and power, I no longer have any need of your family and my father wholeheartedly agreed to it."

Realization dawned on you as your eyes widened at the truth. A small yet audible sound of snapping resounded in you.

Suddenly a loud heartbroken cry erupted in your throat as you struggled fiercely, no longer caring for anything or your appearance.

Annoyed by your resistance, one of the knights kicks the back of your knees, resulting in you slamming your kneecap onto the floor.

Pain shot through your body. Your eyes reddened and tears welled up, not only from the pain but your control over your bottled emotions have now dissipated.

Gone! Everything you have worked hard for is now gone!

You shook your head and bit your lips until it bleed.

No, this can't be happening!

Even if you hated the crown prince, your position as the crown princess was the only thing that you couldn't let go of.

After all, because of the marriage decree these unscrupulous, unreasonable people have shoved down your throat, you have no choice but to let go of him. Someone so important in your life was exchanged for something you didn't want.

Feeling your cheeks wet, you realize that your tears have finally fallen.

Regret fills you to the point of suffocation as your mind unconsciously remembers the young boy you adored the moment you met him.

How you wish to have held his hand longer...

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay. A relative of mine has passed away and it has been stressful and with work thrown in. It had been chaotic instead which made it harder for me to write and edit.

Though I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the Serendipity Series! If it's not too much, please comment on your thoughts. Thank you!

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[leonastarry]

Hihi! Can you make a Mafia(secret)!Sung Jin-woo x author!fem!reader? Where the reader is a famous soft hearted author who wrote many kinds of stories which attracted many attention and Jin-woo being one of her fans(in secret) holds a whole collection of her books. He sent his most trusted guards (igris, bellion and beru in human) to watch over her and keep him updated.

He never misses any of her books and is always the one who buys it first (in her official store on online) he doesn’t buy it in person since yeah his a well known mafia in the underground. But on a random Friday, the CEO name Liu Zhigang requested her to work for him as the reader take’s her time to think about it. Thanks to Jin-woo’s connections and wandering guards, he found out about this and immediately made a move, he ordered his men to sabotage Liu Zhigang’s company to keep the reader away from him.

The rest up to you of how they met. Btw his secretly obsessed with her like a yandere

[ Req 18 ] Under the Cover of Pages. ✧. ┊    mafia!jinwoo x author!reader.

The midnight city throbbed with life, its lights casting a light that could not reach the man sitting behind the vast desk. Sung Jinwoo, the most feared mafia boss in the underworld, stared at the books neatly arranged on his bookshelf. Each title belonged to a single author—you.

To others, his works were simply literary masterpieces, filled with intricate plots and heartfelt characters. To Jinwoo, they were a lifeline. Every word he wrote spoke to a part of himself buried beneath layers of power and violence. The softness, the hope—he found himself drawn to the world he created, a stark contrast to the one he ruled.

Jinwoo’s obsession was a secret he kept fiercely close. Even his most trusted men—his shadows—knew better than to doubt his dedication to your work.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

“Keep her safe,” Jinwoo instructed, his voice cold but firm.

Igris bowed slightly, a graceful and elegant figure. “She remains unaware of our presence, my Liege.”

Beru, always eccentric, sneered. “Her schedule is predictable. She spends most of her time writing at home or going to cafes for inspiration.”

Bellion crossed his arms. “There’s no threat yet, but Liu Zhigang’s offer might change that.”

Jinwoo’s expression darkened. Liu Zhigang was a rival, his influence was immense in the business world, both legal and underground. That man had recently approached you, offering you a lucrative contract to write an exclusive story for his company. Jinwoo couldn't allow that.

Beru's smile widened. "What should we do, my Liege? Teach him a lesson?"

Bellion frowned. "Perhaps we shouldn't overdo it. The Liu family has power, any public move might attract her attention."

Jinwoo's fingers tapped lightly on the polished wood of the desk. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes betrayed his determination. "Liu Zhigang is no match for me. No need to be tactful. I guarantee his offer will be rescinded by tomorrow morning."

The shadows bowed and disappeared, leaving Jinwoo alone with his thoughts. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the latest book you had published, the pages worn from repeated reading.

“I won’t let anyone take you away from me.”

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Liu Zhigang woke up in chaos. His company, known for its dominance in the media and entertainment industry, was suddenly in chaos. Key investors had pulled out, and rumors of internal scandals had tarnished his reputation. Within hours, his offer to you was withdrawn with a hasty apology.

Unaware of the chaos, you read Liu’s message with mixed feelings. There was something about his offer that didn’t feel right, and you felt relieved that you didn’t have to accept it. However, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you, although you chalked it up to paranoia.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Your favorite coffee shop, tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, is your sanctuary. The hum of conversation and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee create the perfect backdrop for your thoughts.

As you scribble in your notebook, a shadow falls across your desk. Looking up, you see a man dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. His striking grey eyes gaze at you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

“May I sit here?” he asks, his voice soft and deep.

You nod, momentarily speechless.

“I’m Sung Jinwoo,” he introduces himself and holds out his hand.

Your eyes widen in recognition. “The CEO of Ahjin Industries?”

His lips curl into a small smile. “That’s one of my roles.”

As he sits across from you, the atmosphere seems to change. There was something about him that drew you in, something that held you back.

"I'm a fan of your work too," he admitted, his tone softer.

The confession took you by surprise. "You've read my books?"

"All of them," he said simply. "Your stories have a way of… reaching places most people can't. They're remarkable."

You felt your cheeks flush. "Thank you. That means a lot."

Over the next hour, Jinwoo engaged you in a conversation that felt effortless. He asked about your inspirations, your favorite authors, and even your least favorite topics. His genuine interest caught you off guard, and for the first time, you found yourself sharing parts of yourself that you usually kept hidden.

Little did you know, Jinwoo already knew a lot of what you shared. He memorized your interviews, tracked your public appearances, and pieced together your habits. But hearing it from your lips was a different kind of thrill.

As you spoke, you noticed something strange. The way Jinwoo looked at you—it wasn’t just admiration. It was as if you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

That night, Jinwoo returned to his room. In his hand was the notebook you left at the coffee shop. He had no intention of keeping it—just making sure it was returned to you—but he couldn’t help but flip through the pages.

Your notes, written in neat handwriting, were filled with ideas for future stories. Jinwoo’s heart raced as he read, imagining himself in every romantic scene you described.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, the possessiveness in his voice undeniable.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The next time you saw Jinwoo was at an event reserved for writers and industry leaders. You were invited as a guest of honor, and Jinwoo was there as a socialite.

Dressed in a sleek black suit, Jinwoo looked every inch the powerful CEO, but he was focused on you. As the night wore on, he found his opportunity.

“I want to return this,” he said, handing you your notebook.

Your eyes lit up in surprise. “You found it! Thank you.”

The two of you eventually left the event together, his presence a comforting contrast to the crowded crowd. As the elevator doors closed, Jinwoo turned to you, his expression unreadable.

“You have no idea how much I admire you,” he said, his voice low.

Before you could react, he leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both gentle and passionate. The world outside the elevator faded away, leaving only the two of you.

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