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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)
Thank you so much, @soft-dots, for your help in editing this chapter. I really appreciate your support!
Chapter 2 - A Deal with a Devil Part 1
Being born into the household of Duke Anderson as the eldest daughter, you have been raised with care thanks to your loving family.
Your mother was a gentle, kind woman who always wore a warm smile. However, you couldn't say much whenever your father made mistakes or when your family encountered certain unsavoury aristocrats.
On those occasions, you could feel the chills in your bones whenever your mother did that unique smile of hers – eyes closed and that gentle smile — behind those closed eyes, you were certain she promised death to anyone who crossed her line; you have to admit that you’re more afraid of your mother than your father and can only pray for those who invoke her wrath to be modest in their next life.
Although your father often acts like a clown in front of your mother to win her affection—something that sometimes makes you pity him for being such a love-struck fool—you can’t deny that he is also a man to be feared, having witnessed his unwavering resolve when dealing with corrupt individuals, especially during critical situations.
As such, at a young age, you couldn't be happier or more blessed to have such a family.
However, meeting him on a cold winter day left a lasting mark on your soul.
Remembering that boy's innocent and pleading eyes. Their colour's similar to a spinel gemstone.
His frail and emaciated frame quaked against the relentless winter winds, which howled and stung like the bite of a thousand icy needles.
Dark bruises and jagged cuts marred his skin, each one a vivid splash of sickening purples and deep blues, telling tales of past struggles.
His hands and feet were a stark crimson, swollen and stiff, as if the chill had seeped into his very bones, leaving them numbed and lifeless in the unforgiving cold.
The harsh elements bore down on him mercilessly, amplifying his vulnerability in the desolate landscape.
With a gentle yet unwavering movement, you extend your young and delicate hand towards him. His hand, in contrast, is hesitant and trembling, as if grappling with uncertainty.
Slowly, it reaches out, fingers quivering, before finally enveloping yours in a tentative grasp, a fragile connection bridging the space between you.
You couldn't help but let out a dry laugh. Compared to the hand you've reached out to him, then to what is in front of you now, it was a complete utter joke that slaps you awake.
Opening your eyes, what loomed in front of you wasn't the sight of your warm family nor him, but the sad reality of being in prison in a dungeon.
Damp and dark. Mould and dirt littered the cell you were locked in. The air is musty, making it hard for you to breathe.
Subconsciously, you observe your chipped, dirt under your nails, and hands - that was once as smooth as a baby, now littered with wounds and scabs; hair a mess, once shiny and smooth now lays dishevelled and with uneven cuts here and there, caked with mud from you being roughly shoved into the wet, muddy pavement of the cell.
Your accessories, which were selectively chosen to fit your status, were now lost from the guards yanking them out roughly, since 'a criminal has no right to be adorned in such luxury' as they say.
Your dress is torn as well.
Your feet, once pampered and never directly touched dirt because of your parents' strict care, were now naked. Blood and bruises littered from being dragged.
You're also sure parts of your body were bruised, an ache echoing in your body.
Your lips were now pale and chapped. Dried blood that stung your tongue from its iron taste became the most painful reminder of your current situation: you have fallen.
A far cry from your previously well-maintained and groomed appearance.
A stark contrast to the man opposite you, outside of your cell.
A tall and slender man, but of solid build. Even with how polished he was dressed. It didn't deter or hide his well-built body.
Not many accessories adorn his body, but with the quality of his clothes, even if it is a simple attire and with how he carries himself, if anything, it shows that this man is no ordinary person;
Black hair, similar to the colour of the night and with soft, short hair gently framing his face – undeniably handsome.
What truly captured your attention were his eyes; they were striking orbs of grey, displaying a mesmerizing blend of different gradients. Each hue shifted subtly with the light, reminiscent of the delicate tones found in a spinel gemstone when it reflects the sunlight.
The way they glimmered and changed, a dance of light and shadow, stirred a sense of familiarity within you, bringing back memories of that boy whose captivating gaze had once drawn you in.
The depths of his eyes seemed to hold stories and emotions, making them all the more enchanting.
Distracted by his eyes, you miss what he said.
What was it again?
Oh right... the offer of being freed.
However, you weren't naive enough to grab such an offer in a heartbeat, especially with how you have been thrown into such a situation now.
You know that you didn't love or even like your former fiancé; however, you have always thought that you both at least tolerate each other one way or another, and that the least you two have is common respect and cooperation for the sake of the kingdom and its people.
But reality proves you wrong otherwise, as that naive trust that you have given was now betrayed not just you, but also your family as well.
And now facing such an offer, especially to such a stranger.
Hesitation and hostility become your second nature.
And yet something in you whispered, somewhere in your heart, told you that you can trust him even if you bemoan such a thought with your current situation.
Looking at him once more, you couldn't help but compare him and his offer to a devil. Deceptive, though sweet and tempting
Closing your eyes and clenching your fist, you felt your nails finally dig too deeply into your palm, causing blood to seep.
Since you were born and raised, you have been taught to never fall into temptation, no matter what situation you have fallen into.
It was especially emphasized to you when you were chosen as the crown princess. To never fall for anything, always be dignified and remain pure. Never to sully oneself as you are now a part of royalty.
But this...
You couldn't deny it anymore, even when you tried to quench the thirst since you had been thrown into this dungeon.
The strong desire for revenge echoed loudly in your head. You wanted blood, enough to paint this corrupted royal castle whole, to wash it anew from the stains that they tried to hide.
You wanted nothing but the desire to see their miserable self grovelling pathetically for all the disgusting things they have done.
Not only you but also your family, whom you treasure so much and the people of this kingdom who have fallen victim without their consent.
Raising your eyes to look into his, a cold glint flashed, and a sneer left your mouth.
And without hesitation, you lifted your bloodied and dirtied hand.
Slowly but without hesitation, you watch as he wraps his pale and beautiful fingers around your hand, his palm warming your cold ones.
Lifting it, you couldn’t help the shivers that coursed through your body as his lips landed softly on your hand.
Staring at your joined hands, you couldn’t help but let out a humourless chuckle.
A fleeting thought in your mind.
That damning constraint might have also been the reason why, after all these years, that damn fool of a crown prince was still alive.
You couldn't help but wonder if those people knew what the crown prince was really like. As the daughter of the prime minister, who has quite the temper, they are well aware that such traits can be inherited, no matter how hard one tries to resist them.
In a desperate bid to prevent that fool from meeting an untimely end at your hands, they relentlessly drilled those crucial words into your mind as you were chosen to be the crown princess.
Each phrase was not just spoken; it was firmly impressed upon you, as if to ensure you would carry the weight of your new role with both 'wisdom and authority'.
Lifting yourself from the muddied floor, your back straightened, eyes meeting the devil's in front of you.
A small, cold smile on your lips.
Nothing is holding you back anymore and true to your words, you'll make sure those dreg of society will get a taste of their own medicine – making sure it's as bitter and bile - if not more, than the one they made you swallow, they'll wish they were dead instead of crossing you once in this lifetime.
A/n: I would like to apologize for only updating now. Life has been chaotic. It might be a while before I'm gonna update this series again, as I'm currently planning on writing a story for SylusXNon-MC fic and also trying to update a few of my stories.
Please look forward to it.
Though I hope you enjoyed the 2nd chapter of the Serendipity Series! If it's not too much, please comment on your thoughts. Thank you!
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Summary: Small snippets and cute scenes on your crush on Sung Jinwoo and how Sung Jinwoo courts and wins over you in high school after using the cup of reincarnation.
His sole purpose in this life is to win your heart, become your faithful husband, and have you be the mother of his children. No one else but you. (Mini chapters)
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except for my characters and plot.
Thank you so much, @soft-dots, for your help in editing this chapter. I really appreciate your support!
Warning/Genre: OOC, Romance, fluff, high school life (Sorry for the miss grammar)
Chapter 2 – Eye Contact Part 1
Recently, you have started liking someone. And with it, comes the contradiction of not wanting him to catch you looking at him and, at the same time, wanting his eyes on you.
Every morning in your school, every student lines up for the morning assembly before class.
All students line up according to their year and class. Fortunately for you, your class section happens to be right next to the 2nd year class that your crush, Sung Jinwoo, is in.
Lining up from shortest to tallest, you walk back to the middle of the line. You are short, but you know you are not the shortest in your class. You were just average.
Finally lined up behind your classmates that were a bit shorter than you, you took your time to glance at the 2nd year beside your class.
You know he was present today because you saw him talking to his friend earlier while walking as students gathered for the assembly.
But not seeing your crush, at the front or in the middle as their class line up, you knock yourself awake. Maybe it was because it's still morning that your mind is still hazy but you finally remember that Sung Jinwoo was tall for his age and should be at the back of the line.
Your best friend, seeing your search for your crush, nudged you as she pointed with her eyes behind you.
Acting as if you were looking around, you turned your head and saw, your senior Sung Jinwoo, talking to his classmate.
And as usual, you secretly melt inside as you see him looking handsome as always in his uniform. Sung Jinwoo's black hair shone under the morning sun and he was smiling as he joked with his classmates.
You look away and a smile spreads on your lips. You felt yourself become giddy from seeing him. You couldn't help but thank god for starting your day on such a good note.
Feeling confident, you turned to look again, hoping to take another glance at your crush before the assembly started. However, you didn't expect him to look at you, your eyes meeting his.
You quickly turned your head away, feeling your cheeks burning. In your haste, you turned your head so quickly that you might have given yourself whiplash, making you dizzy and almost stumbled.
You secretly patted your cheeks to calm your rising blush before being startled as the speaker turned on and a teacher's voice echoed throughout the school.
Seeing your reaction, your best friend snickered at you and gave a knowing look before looking ahead.
You could only grumble under your breath for being too obvious.
You knew you were in for a lot of teasing after the assembly. Since your best friend and your other friends knew of your crush, they were sure to let you have it later once they heard of it.
You sigh as your blush still remains on your cheeks. But before you could stop yourself, you looked at your crush once again. The temptation behind you was too much for you to ignore.
This time though, he wasn't looking, focused on the announcement at the front.
You deflated and a gloom hangs over you as you yell inside your heart.
'Please look at me, Senior!!!'
Sung Jinwoo Side
Unbeknown to you, Sung Jinwoo's eyes move to look at you.
A fond smile appears on his lips as he can finally admire you in the morning after waiting the whole night to pass.
He wants nothing more than to be beside you but respects your privacy and doesn't want to invade it. However, not being able to see you is still quite a torture to the shadow monarch itself.
A/n: My Yandere antenna is acting up here!
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I feel sorry for Amy, but I love this trope so much. The misunderstanding is so damn funny. 🤣 Let's go! Enemies to lovers or Rivals to lovers! The tension is just too much from these two😆
All BL fans and Sonadow fans assemble! This is another delicious and scrumptious comic to read! 😍 OH MY GOD!! I just can't!!! Sonic and Shadow are just so cute being an idiot in love😆
Down bad!Gojo who everyone knows is in love with you - has been in love with you for as long as anyone has known him. Well, everyone but you, of course.
Down bad!Gojo who makes it obvious just when he’s seen so much as a glimpse of you. Everyone can tell with that pretty pink blush all over his face, and that starry-eyed look in those eyes. Hell, they could probably see it over his blindfold, too.
Down bad!Gojo who’s the sole reason for just about five different betting pools amongst the Jujutsu Tech staff and students. Sometimes you’ll be walking around and wondering just why Megumi is glaring at you that way (he just lost 5000 yen, give him a break.)
Down bad!Gojo who teases and taunts you just as much as he would with anyone else. But what you don’t see is that way that whenever you snap back, his Adam’s apple bobs just a bit harder. His dopey smile a little wider, and his pats…well…
Until I drowned in Fujitani-san's love and care - Douge Konome (8.5/10)
A happy and devoted yandere, with an equally happy partner! It's wholesome in a dark way! He definitely stalked her after she broke up with him, but that's ok! It was all a misunderstanding! She was just insecure!
Chiho is young and inexperienced. Her first ever boyfriend is perfect, great in bed, polite, handsome and a little older than her. She's also pretty. Her life is perfect!
Wait it's not? There's a time skip and they're no longer dating. She meets him again at her new company. What a strange coincidence.
He's back in her life, and she misses him.
She does regret leaving him.
She had so much fun with him, but Chiho is insecure in a very normal and believable way.
She wasn't sure if she was ready for a serious relationship.
She knew Fujitani was more mature than her and she was afraid he would become dissatisfied with her.
These are ugly thoughts but they're to be expected when you enter your first relationship.
After all, marrying your first means you never get to play the field or explore your own preferences.
Fujitani can be intense too. He likes taking care of her needs, but she has a career path in mind and she's not sure....she's just not sure if she can handle the stress of being dependent on someone.
She's the one who ended it, and he didn’t fight with her....because he's a mature man.
He didn’t even ask her why.
She just left.
She dated around, but it wasn't what she expected. She didn't learn new things or find a less mature, more fun type of love experience.
She just found men who cared less.
Fujitani confronts her pretty much immediately. He's been waiting for her to come back to him. He knew the other guys were just flings, but Chiho hasn't come back yet.
Now he's out hunting.
He invites her into his new home. It's HER dream home. He made her a princess closet and he built her dream kitchen.
His sexual preferences aren't too abnormal but he does want Chiho to behave like a doll at home. He knows she enjoys it, and he also accepts that she wanted to explore her options a bit...but he's the best option and he's confident about it.
He even picks her perfume and shampoo.
He sees acts of service as pure love.
The doll play is more extreme, but Chiho has made her choice. She missed Fujitani-san's love, and she doesn’t want him to get away either.
Thinking about him moving on and getting another doll makes her mad, so she let's him take control. BUT she's fully aware that he has needs too. Needs that can't be fulfilled without her. It seems like they have a mostly equal partnership, and they get along great even when they aren't indulging in doll play.
You guys might be interested in reading a one-shot yandere manga. It wasn't too bad. By the end of the chapter, it makes you think whether the girl is a yandere or not.
