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Ateez Fic Recommendations
OT8/ Poly Ateez
This list will contain my favorite ateez fics to date so I definitely recommend to check them out.
Recommendations for each members will be posted soon!
💖 Fluff 💢 Angst ❤️🔥 Smut
Series
💖 Fated (Soulmate AU OT8 x Reader) by @callmeagardengnome
💖💢❤️🔥 Into the Aurora (Idol AU OT8 x Reader) by @honeyhotteoks
💖💢❤️🔥 Their Pretty Lady (Demon AU OT8 x Reader) by @written-in-flowers
💖💢❤️🔥 Circus (Hybrid AU OT8 x Reader) by @lani-heart
💖❤️🔥 Whichever Way (Neighbors AU Woosan x Reader) by @igbylicious
💖💢❤️🔥 The Library of Illusion (Fantasy AU OT8 x Reader) by @kwanisms
💖💢❤️🔥 Hotel California (Yandere Demon AU OT8 x Reader) by @mint-yooxgi
💖💢❤️🔥 Inception (Dragon Hybrid AU OT8 x Reader) by @remedyx
💖💢❤️🔥 This Night Together (Omegaverse Alpha Yungi x Omega Reader) by @honeyhotteoks
💖❤️🔥 Time of Love (Social Media AU Woosan x Reader)
💖❤️🔥 The Husband Series (Husbands AU Seonghwa and Yunho x Reader) by @honeyhotteoks
💖💢❤️🔥 Deep Down (Omegaverse Idol AU OT8 x Reader) by @seventhcallisto
Oneshots
💖❤️🔥 And They Were "Roommates" (Boyfriend AU OT8 x Reader) by @frenchkisstheabyss
💢❤️🔥 Blinding Faith (Cult AU Yungi x Reader) by @kitten4sannie
❤️🔥Undertow (Sex Club AU Seonghwa, Mingi & Yeosang x Reader) by @hongism
❤️🔥 Ours (Boyfriend AU Yungi x Reader) by @mint-yooxgi
💖❤️🔥 More than Enough & A-Tease Lesson (Idol AU OT8 x Reader) by @written-in-flowers
💖❤️🔥 Jenga and Jealousy & Brats and Backtalk (Roommate Woosan and FWB Hongjoong x Reader) by @hongjoongtime117
❤️🔥 *739 Mingi (Sex Worker AU Mingi and Yeosang x Reader) by @potatomountain
❤️🔥 Say My Name (Demon AU OT8 x Reader) by @shinestarhwaa
❤️🔥 Truth or Dare (Idol AU OT8 x Reader) by @shinestarhwaa
❤️🔥 2 seater (Non-Idol AU Yungi x Reader) by @mingi-s-dimples
❤️🔥 Sweetheart & Candy (Frat AU OT8 x Reader) by @bro-atz
❤️🔥 For the Love of the Game (College Baseball AU Wooyoung and Yunho x Reader) by @kitten4sannie
❤️🔥 Sharing is Caring? (Idol AU Hongjoong and Mingi x Reader) by @byuntrash101
💢❤️🔥 Allure & Knuckle Velvet (Omegaverse Criminal AU Alpha Matz x Omega Reader) by @last-words-ofashootingstar
❤️🔥 Three Tank Tops of Apocalypse (Idol AU x San, Seonghwa and Mingi x Reader) by @bro-atz
❤️🔥 Slashtober 🔪||OT8 (Yandere Ateez OT8 x Reader) by @justaaveragereader
❤️🔥 How We Live in Tokyo (Tokyo Drift AU Matz x Reader)
💖❤️🔥 Lay your Hands on Me (Neighbors AU Yungi x Reader) by @acescavern
💖❤️🔥 Heavenly & Double Trouble (College Roommate AU Yungi x Reader) by @pinkywritings
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pick the one you need to hear the most, then reblog it to pass it on
you'll be alright. you're safe. it'll all be okay.
you are important. you matter.
it will get better. YOU will get better. it just takes time.
you are not unlovable. you are worthy of love.
you can put yourself first. it's okay to be selfish every now and then.
you don't have to shoulder your burdens alone.
i'm proud of who you've become.
you're not obligated to please everyone.
it's okay to be vulnerable. there's nothing wrong with crying.
your scars don't make you any less beautiful.
it wasn't your fault. you were a child.
i trust you.
Realized my previous poll was too short. Let's test again!
Who's your ULT Ateez bias????
Hongjoong
Seonghwa
Yunho
Yeosang
San
Mingj
Wooyoung
Jongho
Its a week long this time
hey everyone! i'm so sorry i've disappeared for so long, i've been having some rough couple of weeks due to my unstable family 🥲 but i promise to get back to writing asap now that im feeling somewhat better~
to the people that have sent request, sorry for the long wait, and thank you for your patience, i'll get them out asap :)
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"I shouldn't be jealous, you aren't even mine."
♡ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: mainly san x female reader, some wooyoung x reader
♡ 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: non idol au, mainly smut, +18 MDNI!!!!! fluff at the end
♡ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 3,4k
♡ 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: your best friend san isn't too happy about you making out with his friend just for funsies, so he's about to fuck some sense into you.
♡ 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘/𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙: porn with plot, san is a jealous fuck, making out, cursing, alcohol use, sort of hard dom!san, sort of bratty sub!reader, marking/biting, tipsy sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), creampie, dirty talk, name-calling, teasing, begging, light restriction, hair pulling, overstimulation, use of pet names, pussy eating, multiple orgasms.
♡ 𝖆/𝖓: woosan brain rot time, enjoy!!
Tonight, your living room is buzzing with energy. Friends gathering in small clusters, the hum of conversation mingling with the beat of the music thumping from the speakers. Soft fairy lights strung around the room add a warm glow, creating an intimate atmosphere perfect for a night of fun. The scent of pizza, freshly popped popcorn, and various snacks fills the air, blending with the sweet aroma of fruity cocktails and other drinks.
You move through the room with ease, your smile bright and infectious. You have put on your fanciest outfit, so you’re feeling like a million bucks. Hosting gatherings is something you enjoy, especially when it means having your closest friends around. Tonight is special, not just because of the party, but because San finally agreed to bring his own friends. San, your best friend, is someone you always feel a deeper connection with, even if neither of you has ever voiced it. You’ve been friends for countless years, and although you have met his other friends in the past, the occasions have been quite few. For some reason, he doesn’t like you hanging out around them. At first you thought that maybe they didn’t like you, but when you started noticing San glaring at other men whenever they dared to even glance at you, it kind of helped you figure out what was going on. But honestly you just played dumb, it’s way more fun this way.
"Nice to see you again Y/n!, I’m so glad that San finally let you out of the basement." Wooyoung exclaims jokingly, throwing an arm around your shoulders as you stand by the kitchen island, pouring drinks. San, who’s leaning against the counter watching you with a smile, sighs and rolls his eyes at his friend’s words.
You laugh loudly, handing him a glass filled with a vibrant, fruity concoction.
"Your place looks amazing, and the drinks are top-notch." Wooyoung continues.
"Thanks, Wooyoung. I aim to please. What do you think, San?" You say, turning to San.
San raises his glass in a toast. "Perfect, as always. You really know how to throw a party."
Blushing slightly, you clink your glass with his. "Well, it wouldn't be the same without you guys."
As the night progresses, the living room fills with more laughter and music. Friends mingle, dance, and play games. You and Wooyoung find yourselves deep in conversation, reminiscing about old times and sharing jokes. San watches from a distance, his gaze lingering on you more often than he intends. He notices the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh, the way you move with natural grace. It's something he has always admired about you.
"San, why are you standing there all by yourself?" you call out, beckoning him over. "Come join us!"
With a smile, San makes his way over, joining you and Wooyoung by the couch. You hand him a drink, and soon, the three of you are lost in conversation, sharing stories and teasing each other.
"So, San," Wooyoung starts, a mischievous glint in his eye, "any embarrassing stories about Y/n you'd like to share?"
You groan, rolling your eyes. "Please, no more embarrassing stories. I've had enough for one night."
San chuckles, thinking back to your high school days. "Well, there was that time when Y/n decided to dye her hair bright orange. Remember that?"
You cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. "Why did you have to bring that up?"
Wooyoung bursts out laughing. "Bright orange? That's bold! How did it turn out?"
"Terribly," You admit with a sheepish smile. "It was supposed to be a cool look, but it ended up looking like an orange had exploded on my head."
"You rocked it, though," San says, caressing your shoulder. "It was definitely a memorable look."
Wooyoung shakes his head, still laughing. "I wish I had been there to see it."
You smirk, turning to look at Wooyoung. "What about you? Any embarrassing moments we should know about?"
Wooyoung pretends to think for a moment. "Oh, there are too many to count. But one time, during a school play, I forgot my lines completely and just stood there, staring at the audience. It was the longest minute of my life."
You and San laugh, picturing the scene. "I can't imagine you being speechless," you tease.
"Yeah, it's rare," Wooyoung admits with a grin. "But it happens to the best of us."
As the conversation continues, you notice the time and realize how much you've been enjoying this moment with your friends.
"I'm really glad you both could make it tonight," you say, feeling a surge of warmth and gratitude.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," San replies, his gaze steady and sincere.
"Same here, I missed you." Wooyoung adds nicely with a soft smile. You miss San secretly rolling his eyes.
The three of you share a comfortable silence, sipping your drinks and enjoying each other's company, and for a moment, everything feels perfect.
"So, what's next for the night?" Wooyoung asks, breaking the silence. "More drinks, more dancing, or maybe a game?"
You smile, feeling a sense of excitement. "How about all of the above?"
San and Wooyoung nod in agreement, and together, you head back into the heart of the party with the rest of your friends, ready to create more unforgettable memories.
As the drinks keep flowing, the mood grows even more relaxed. Some people dance in the middle of the living room, while others lounge on the couches, engaged in animated conversations. The party has taken on a life of its own, a perfect blend of chaos and camaraderie.
After a while, you and Wooyoung find yourselves in a fit of laughter, leaning against each other for support. "You're hilarious!" You exclaim, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "Seriously, why don't we hang out more often?"
"Maybe because you're always hiding in San’s basement." he teases, nudging you playfully.
You smirk, raising an eyebrow. "Or maybe because you like missing me."
He rolls his eyes, but he’s not able to hide his smile. "Maybe."
Playful silence fills the air in between you two for a second while you look into each other’s eyes, and in a sudden fit of tipsiness, Wooyoung grabs your face, pulling it to his. You join your lips to his, deepening the kiss just for a few seconds, before you both pull away laughing your asses off.
Across the room, San leans against the wall, engaging in a conversation with his friends Yeosang and Jongho; who are telling him about something, but honestly he’s not paying much attention, instead, his eyes are fixed on you and Wooyoung, once again. He has always been protective of you, but tonight, something is different. There is a knot in his stomach, a feeling he can't quite shake off.
San watches as Wooyoung and you engage in a joyful conversation and exchange playful looks. The next moment, he sees you two making out. Judging by how you both pull away laughing, he figures out it's innocent, and simply a product of the night's carefree spirit, but it hits him like a punch to the gut nonetheless.
He turns away, trying to focus on a conversation with his friends, but his mind is racing. He has always known there is something special between him and you, an unspoken connection. But seeing you kiss Wooyoung, even as a joke, stirs a jealousy he hadn't quite felt like this before. He always hates when guys get close to you, but this feels different.
Minutes later, after Wooyoung had disappeared to go play twister with some other friends, you go find San, who’s now alone in a corner of the living room, nursing a drink with a far-off look in his eyes.
"Hey, you okay?" you ask, touching his arm gently.
San forces a smile, and he speaks without looking at you. "Yeah, just...thinking."
"About what?"
"Nothing important," he shrugs, though his angry and jealous tone betrays him.
You raise an eyebrow, sensing something amiss. "Come on, San. You know you can tell me anything."
He sighs, setting his drink down, and finally turning to look at you.
Without thinking, San closes the distance between you, cupping your face with his hands. His touch is gentle but firm, and you can feel the intensity of his emotions. He leans in slowly, giving you a chance to pull away, but you meet him halfway, your lips brushing against his. It is as if the world melts away, leaving just the two of you in your own bubble. The kiss is filled with all the unspoken words, the years of friendship, and the newly acknowledged feelings. Your heart skips a beat as you pull away to breathe.
The first kiss is tentative, exploring, but it quickly deepens as your mutual longing takes over. San's hands slide from your face to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss becomes more urgent. You respond eagerly, your arms wrapping around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair, the temperature rising by the second.
San backs you against the wall, the cool surface contrasting with the heat building between you. He kisses you with a fervor that takes your breath away, his lips and tongue exploring yours with a passion you've never experienced before. Every touch, every movement feels electric, sending shivers down your spine.
Your hands roam over his back, feeling the muscles tense under your touch. You press your body against his, wanting to feel every inch of him. San's hands travel down to your hips, gripping you tightly as he deepens the kiss even further.
Breaking the kiss for just a moment, San rests his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily. "Y/N," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire, "I want you." You smirk, brushing your lips against his again.
He captures your lips once more, the kiss growing more heated and intense. You lose track of time, the world around you fading away as you get lost in each other. The only thing that matters is the feeling of his lips on yours, his hands on your body, and the undeniable connection you share.
As the kiss continues, San's hands slip under your shirt, caressing the skin of your back. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through you, and you respond by pulling him even closer, your bodies pressed tightly together.
Eventually, you both pull back, gasping for air, but neither of you lets go. San looks into your eyes, his gaze filled with affection and desire. "Let’s go to your room.” He whispers in your ear sensually, biting your lobe lightly.
When you nod in agreement, he takes your hand in his, guiding you through your living room and down the corridor, into your room. He waits for you to enter before he locks the door, while you go sit on your bed.
He takes off his shirt while approaching you. He makes you lay down, and starts kissing and biting all around your neck, leaving marks in the process. You let out a low moan, which sends shivers directly to San’s dick. He bites his lower lip, trying to keep his composure; but when he sees you basically crumbling under him as he keeps kissing your neck and caressing your body, his sanity just goes out of the window.
He removes your shirt in a swift movement, throwing it to the floor, followed by your bra. He now focuses his attention on your breasts. They drive him so fucking mad, he can’t even recall how many times he has imagined how they looked like without anything covering them.
“So heavenly.” He murmurs against your skin, barely audible. He grabs and kneads your breasts, kissing them and leaving a few bites here and there. You bite your lip to contain the noises threatening to escape from your mouth, but San, noticing this, decides to put an end to it. He lifts his head from your chest, and moving to your lips, he gives you a quick kiss before murmuring “don’t hold back baby, I wanna hear you. In fact, I want all this damn party to hear how good I’m making you feel.” You can’t help but smirk at his words.
“All the damn party? Or just Wooyoung?” You giggle, suddenly feeling brave enough to playfully tease him. But boy were you starting up trouble. He clenches his teeth and furrows his brows at the mention of his friend, he stares at you seriously for a second, making you nervous, before a switch flips in head.
He suddenly grabs your hips with force, and pulls down your skirt and panties, making you gasp in surprise. He then makes you lay face down, and ties your hands behind your back with the help of your underwear.
San climbs up on top of you, and rubs his still clothed dick against your ass, making you whimper underneath him.
“I’m going to fuck you raw like the whore that you are, I know you’d like that, huh?” He whispers in your ear, smirking, making you blush at the memory of you telling him about all your dark desires one drunken night during a game of truth or dare. He also knows that you’re both clean, and that you’re on the pill, so apart from the fact that he wants to make all your fantasies come true, he’s not worried about the consequences.
“Y-yes.” You manage to answer, a whimper threatening to spill out. But San’s not satisfied with your answer just yet.
“Yes, what?” He says, lightly pulling your hair so that you lift your head from the pillow, making you look at him.
“Yes, I would like you to fuck me raw.” You shyly say, biting your lip afterwards. San smiles satisfiedly at your words, his hard dick twitching in his pants.
He climbs off you to take off the remaining of his clothes, leaving him fully naked finally. You try to take a peak of the view, and he smirks again when he notices.
“Hmm, I wonder if Wooyoung has abs like that.” You say playfully biting your lips, deciding that you haven’t had enough of teasing him yet. You really don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. San really wants to be good for you, but when you’re behaving like this…
He approaches you again, a dark look on his face. Without saying anything, he suddenly forces your ass up in the air, giving him access to your pussy. He teases your slit with his tip, making you moan out loud at the sudden contact.
“Look at you, so wet and eager for me already. So pretty.” He says, letting out a big breath.
He keeps doing this, wanting to punish you for your teasing, but it almost feels as if he’s punishing himself, since he’s on the verge of losing it.
“F-fuck me already San.” You groan in desperation, but he just smirks, not halting his movements.
“Beg for it.” He simply says, and you curse yourself mentally. You lower your head in embarrassment.
“San, fuck me, please.” You whine, shaking your ass lightly. San grins widely, and decides that he’s done with torturing you.
“Now, be a good girl and take it all for me.” He moves to give you a quick peck, before he enters you with force. You both moan at the sensation, your minds spinning.
“Fuck, you feel so good baby.” He groans, grabbing your hips, entering and exiting you with swift and coordinated movements.
“Hmngh…” You wince at the stretch, struggling against the restraints. He’s so fucking big, more than you could’ve imagined. Noticing this, San decides to set your hands free. “behave.” he orders. You take the opportunity to get into a more comfortable position, stretching out your arms in front of you, with your ass more in the air. San repositions himself as well, this time he hits all your right places, your moans mixing with his groans.
“Touch yourself.” He orders, and you immediately do as you're told, circling your clit to your liking. He deepens his thrusts, making them more powerful. Your eyes roll back from the pleasure.
“I bet Wooyoung couldn’t fuck you like this.” He groans, gripping your ass with force and pulling your hair.
“I-I’m not gonna last long.” You whimper, followed by a harmony of moans as he speeds up his rhythm.
“Cum for me princess.” That’s all it takes for you to lose it completely. The orgasm hits you like a truck, sending shock waves all over your body, making you tremble lightly.
“Good girl.” San says, pulling out of you, and turning you around. Before you’re even done recovering, he dives into your pussy with your mouth.
You whine at the overstimulation, forcefully pulling on his hair and shaking your hips, but that only makes him closer to your most sensitive part. His dick twitches.
He circles your clit with his tongue, and in just a matter of seconds, you come again forcefully.
You moan out loud, your thighs closing around San’s head, your body shaking strongly, and a tear running down your cheek.
San separates from you, moving upwards to wipe away your tear, and make out with you, making you taste yourself on his lips.
“I’m not done with you yet, pretty. Can you take more?” He asks you softly, sending a shiver down your spine, but you nod either way.
“God, you’re fucking insatiable, I love it.” He smirks and bites his lips. Then, he lifts up your knees so that they’re on either side of your head, and teases your entrance with his tip for a second before entering you once again, his hips moving in a slow and more morantic rhythm.
San kisses you for a while before his lips move from your mouth to your jaw, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. You tilt your head back, giving him better access, and he takes full advantage, sucking gently on the sensitive skin. You gasp, the pleasure coursing through you making you feel dizzy.
You pull on his hair to make him kiss you again. The kiss is sloppy and wet, both of you being too fucked out. You clench around him, and you notice his movements starting to become sloppy as well, and his breath more shaky, signaling that he’s close.
“Hmmng San, fill me up.” You break the kiss to moan out sensually, making his mind go fuzzy.
“F-fuck, I love you.” He whimpers, speeding up his movements. You blush at his sudden confession, feeling your stomach flip.
You bring your index finger to your clit to circle it, and with just a few more of San’s thrusts, you both come in unison while kissing each other.
“I hope I wasn’t too hard or anything.” San says worriedly, caressing your skin as you’re laying next to each other, catching your breaths.
“Not at all, that was amazing.” You reply shyly, turning to smile at him. He smiles back, feeling more relaxed.
You both lay in comfortable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other’s presence, but you decide to ask him about his words from before.
“Did you really mean it? What you said earlier…” You murmur without looking at him.
He stops to think for a second, before blushing at the realization that he accidentally confessed to you. “Well, it’s not how I planned to do it, but…yeah. I do love you, Y/n. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.” He softly speaks, moving his hand to caress your cheek, making you look at him. You blush at his words.
“I love you too, San.” You smile at each other before he pecks your lips, but when he pulls away, you notice this mischievous look on his face.
“Are you sure that it’s not Wooyoung who you love?” He giggles, making you roll your eyes and playfully hit his arm softly.
After a while, you both return to the party hand in hand, as if nothing had happened. But to Wooyoung, your fucked out faces, your disheveled hair and your lightly smeared makeup, doesn’t go unnoticed, so he gives you a knowing wink from across the room.
"Looks like my work here is done." he mutters to himself with a satisfied grin.
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sneak peak of what's coming soon 🥴🤭 muahahahha (MDNI +18!!!!!)
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♡ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: hongjoong x gn reader
♡ 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: light humor (not really, but i tried lmfao) and some smut (18+ MDNI)
♡ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 0,7k
♡ 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: dark themes, death mentions obvi, sexual themes, curse words
♡ 𝖆/𝖓: hope you guys like this :) also, reminder that requests are open!
would take his job super super seriously (gotta make that money make purse)
he would likely be a commanding presence, guiding souls with a firm yet compassionate hand
he might bring an artistic flair to his work, perhaps making the transition to the afterlife a more visually and emotionally compelling experience *chef's kiss*
despite the dark and solemn nature of a grim reaper's job, hongjoong's caring personality could shine through
he would likely approach his duties with empathy, helping people find peace and understanding in their journey
hongjoong is known for his unique sense of style
so as a grim reaper, he would likely have an iconic look, perhaps blending traditional reaper elements with his own modern twist, making him a memorable figure in the realm of the afterlife
he never imagined himself falling in love for someone who's life he's supposed to take
but oh boy, he saw you for the first time and he just knew that you were trouble
he had been watching you for a while so that he could study you before he came to take your life
and he just couldn't help but develop a crush on you
he tried to push it off because it's not like he can be with you anyway (muahahaha ;) )
but when he actually met you in person...he was done
you were to die for (*badum tss*)
would try to find loopholes in the rules governing his duties and delay your death soooo long
to the point were you would just be pissed off
like why doesn't he just take your life once and for all so that he can go on with his????????
he's head over heels for you that's why
i mean it's not like you didn't have a crush on him too
you just didn't think that a fucking grim reaper would like you back (let alone exist) (can't blame you)
honestly, he would have a really bad time
his sense of duty as a grim reaper would conflict with his growing feelings of love
this conflict would make him question his role and responsibilities, leading to a profound personal struggle
his strategic and creative mind would go into overdrive, searching for solutions
he might delve into ancient texts, consult with other supernatural beings, or try to negotiate with higher powers to alter the fate of his loved one
he would be willing to make significant sacrifices, even risking his own existence as a grim reaper
overall, this experience would transform him, changing his perspective on life, death, and love
it might lead him to question the nature of his role and the larger cosmic order, possibly inspiring him to advocate for changes in the way souls are managed
while he tries to find a solution, he would cherish his time with you as much as possible
eventually, he confessed his feelings for you, and you couldn't be happier
he was really scared of your reaction and how you would take it, but he took a risk because he couldn't keep lying to himself
but that aside, let's get to what we all came here for muahahha (MINORS STEP ASIDE IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY FFS)
would lowkey (highkey) have a corruption kink
taking you knowing you were a human and he wasn't, would just drive him up the fucking wall
an expert in destroying you honestly
would loooove to hear you moan his name
would go legit insane if you let him cum on any part of your body
has a marking kink fr
would pull your hair, but would also love if you pulled his
he would usually be sort of rough if you were into it, but would have his soft, romantic moments independently
smut aside, in the end, you would try to reach a mutual decision, but if he couldn't find a solution to save your life, he would 100% sacrifice his role as a grim reaper (although he would seek a way to transfer his responsibilities to another grim reaper, finding a suitable successor)
𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @northerngalxy @danirael @bikiniholic @yeosangsbiceps @tinyelfperson @lexiigom @deltamoon666 @justsomekpopstuff
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 - ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟝 (𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕫 𝕗𝕚𝕔)
♡ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: seonghwa x female reader (+ very important San cameo)
♡ 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fantasy: sort of medival au i guess (i was inspired by The Witcher tho)
♡ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 3,2k
♡ 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: After a captivating masquerade ball, emotions between you and Seonghwa deepen as you return to the inn. Moonlit silence leads to a heartfelt exchange where past memories and unspoken feelings surface. Embarking on a journey to confront the werewolf in the Blackwood Forest, you and Seonghwa face trials together, strengthening your bond amidst peril. There, a startling revelation unfolds.
♡ 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: mentions of killing a monster
♡ 𝖆/𝖓: the end!! hope you guys enjoyed this series as much as i enjoyed writing it :)
(read the previous chapter: here)
The masquerade ball had left a whirlwind of emotions swirling between you and Seonghwa. As you both return to the inn, the silence is charged with unspoken words and lingering glances. The moonlight filters through the windows, casting a soft glow over the room.
"Y/n," Seonghwa begins, his voice low and hesitant, "Are you sure you're alright? You seemed...distracted earlier."
You nod, looking up at him. "I'm fine, Seonghwa. It’s just that tonight brought up a lot of memories. But I’m glad you were with me." You softly speak.
He steps closer, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. His touch lingers, warm and reassuring. "I’m always here for you." He murmurs, his eyes filled with an intensity that makes your heart race.
“Seonghwa…” you whisper, your voice barely audible above the rush of blood in your ears.
His hand moves to the small of your back, pulling you closer until there’s barely any space left between your bodies. The heat of his touch sears through you, igniting a fire that has been simmering beneath the surface since the moment you first met.
Your heart pounds in your chest, a mixture of longing and apprehension coursing through your veins. Before you can second-guess yourself, you lean in, and he meets you halfway. Your lips touch, tentative at first, then more insistent.
The kiss quickly turns passionate and hungry, a culmination of countless hours of shared trials and unspoken yearning. His lips move against yours with a desperate intensity, as if trying to convey all the emotions he can’t put into words.
You thread your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until it feels like you’re both on the edge of losing yourselves completely. Time seems to stand still as you lose yourselves in each other, the world outside fading into insignificance.
When you finally break apart, breathless and flushed, Seonghwa rests his forehead against yours, his hands still cradling your face. “Y/n,” he whispers, his voice husky with emotion, “you’ve bewitched me.”
A soft chuckle escapes your lips, the tension of the evening melting away in the warmth of his embrace.
"We should get some rest," he says, his voice husky. "We have a long journey ahead."
You nod, trying to steady your racing heart. "Yes, we should."
With a final, lingering glance, you both retreat to your separate beds, the memory of the kiss hanging in the air between you like a promise.
The next morning, you rise early. The sky is still tinged with the faint light of dawn as you and Seonghwa prepare for the journey ahead. The air is crisp, and a sense of urgency propels you forward.
The journey to the Blackwood Forest continues with a renewed sense of closeness and determination. Days pass in a blur of lush landscapes and winding paths, the memories of the masquerade ball and your intimate moment with Seonghwa still fresh in your mind.
As you travel, the landscape becomes more rugged, the path narrowing as it winds through dense woods and rocky terrain. The camaraderie between you and Seonghwa grows stronger with each passing day. You share stories, laughter, and moments of quiet companionship, the bond between you deepening.
While riding through a particularly dense part of the forest, a basilisk emerges from the shadows. Its eyes gleam with malice, and it lets out a hiss that reverberates through the trees.
Seonghwa draws his sword, stepping protectively in front of you. "Stay behind me, Y/n." He commands, his voice firm.
You nod, summoning your magic as the basilisk lunges forward with startling speed. Seonghwa meets its attack head-on, their clash of steel echoing through the forest. But the basilisk’s strength proves formidable, knocking Seonghwa off balance and sending him sprawling to the ground, his sword skittering out of reach. The basilisk rears back, ready to strike.
“Seonghwa!” you cry, fear gripping your heart.
With a swift incantation, you summon a bolt of energy, striking the basilisk in its side. It shrieks, momentarily stunned, giving you the chance to rush forward. You place yourself between Seonghwa and the beast, your hands glowing with magical energy. Another incantation, and vines burst from the ground, entangling the basilisk and holding it in place.
“Now, Seonghwa!” you shout, urging him to strike.
He retrieves his sword, the blade gleaming with the determination to protect. With a swift, precise thrust, he pierces the basilisk’s heart. The creature lets out a final, agonized cry before collapsing, its lifeblood staining the forest floor.
Breathing heavily, you turn to Seonghwa, who is already on his feet, albeit unsteadily. “Are you alright?” you ask, your voice trembling.
“I’ll be fine,” he assures you, though his face is pale. “Thanks to you.” He flashes you a sweet smile.
You reach out, brushing a hand against his cheek. “We make a good team,” you say softly, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips.
He smiles back, his eyes filled with gratitude, and the adrenaline of the battle slowly ebbing away.. “Yes, we do.”
The journey continues deeper into the heart of the wilderness, the air thick with the scent of pine and the distant murmur of wildlife. Signs of the werewolf’s presence become more frequent, from claw marks on trees to discarded bones scattered along the path.
You and Seonghwa arrive at the entrance of the Blackwood Forest. The towering trees loom overhead, their branches intertwined like a canopy blocking out the sky. The air feels charged with magic, a palpable sense of foreboding that sends a shiver down your spine.
“There,” Seonghwa says quietly, pointing to a set of large paw prints embedded in the soft earth. “The werewolf has been through here recently.”
You nod, your senses on high alert as you follow the trail deeper into the forest. The canopy overhead casts dappled shadows on the forest floor, the silence broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant calls of unseen creatures.
And then, you catch sight of movement ahead; a flash of fur and glinting eyes among the trees. The werewolf stands before you, its form imposing and primal, a creature caught between man and beast.
Seonghwa tightens his grip on his sword, his eyes locked onto the werewolf with unwavering focus. “Y/n, be ready,” he murmurs, his voice low yet determined.
You stand beside him, magic coursing through your veins as you prepare for the battle ahead. The werewolf snarls, its eyes narrowing as it sizes you both up, a dangerous predator assessing its prey.
Without warning, the werewolf darts away, disappearing into the depths of the forest. Instinctively, you and Seonghwa give chase, weaving through the trees with a single-minded determination.
After what feels like an eternity of pursuit, you come upon a secluded tower rising from the heart of the forest. Its stone walls are weathered with age, ivy creeping along its sides like veins of green. The entrance is adorned with intricate carvings and symbols, ancient runes that pulse with a faint, ominous glow.
“There,” you say breathlessly, pointing to the tower. “That’s where the werewolf has led us.”
Seonghwa nods, his jaw set with determination. “Let’s finish this.”
Together, you approach the tower, steeling yourselves for the challenges that lie ahead. The air around the tower feels charged with dark magic, a tangible presence that sends a chill down your spine.
As you stand before the towering structure, the weight of your mission presses down upon you like a heavy cloak. The werewolf’s lair awaits within, its secrets and dangers hidden behind ancient stone walls and whispered legends.
With a shared nod, you step forward, crossing the threshold into the unknown depths of the Blackwood Forest’s darkest secret.
As you and Seonghwa cautiously ascend the narrow staircase of the tower, each step echoing softly in the silence, a sense of anticipation and dread settles over you. The air grows colder with each passing moment, thick with the musty scent of ancient stone and lingering magic. Shadows dance along the walls, casting eerie shapes that seem to shift and writhe in the dim light.
At last, you reach the top of the tower, where a scene unfolds before you that freezes you in place. There, standing before a majestic werewolf, is a man clad in dark robes, his back turned to you as he strokes the creature's fur with a familiarity that sends a chill down your spine. He slowly turns around as he notices your presence. It's not just any man…it's him. The masked man from the ball, the one who stared at you with haunting familiarity.
You gasp, a mixture of shock and disbelief flooding through you. Memories rush back in a torrent, of childhood days spent together in laughter and mischief, of shared dreams and ambitions. He was your closest friend, your confidant, until darkness crept into his heart and tore you apart.
"San?" you whisper, your voice barely a breath as you step forward, your heart pounding in your chest.
He looks at you, there's a coldness in his eyes that chills you to the bone. "Y/n," he says, his voice a low, haunting whisper. "I was waiting for you."
Seonghwa steps forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his gaze wary yet resolute. "What is the meaning of this?" he demands, his voice steady despite the tension thick in the air.
San's lips curl into a twisted smile, devoid of warmth or remorse. "Oh, Seonghwa," he muses, his eyes flickering between you both. "You're the knight who stands in her way now, I see."
You clench your fists, your emotions roiling within you; a mixture of anger, betrayal, and a lingering sadness for the friend who was lost to darkness. "What are you doing here, San?" you ask, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. “I thought you were...”
“Dead?” He cuts you off, stepping closer, the werewolf watching you both with an unsettling calmness. He lets out a laugh. "I am where I belong now," he replies cryptically. "Embracing the true power of magic, unlike you."
Seonghwa narrows his eyes, his grip tightening on his sword. "Step away from the werewolf, San. We won't let you harm anyone."
San chuckles darkly, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Harm? Oh, dear Y/n," he murmurs, his gaze piercing through you. "I'm not here to harm. I'm here to reclaim what was rightfully mine."
With a sudden, fluid motion, San whistles lightly, and the werewolf moves to stand beside him obediently, its eyes now glowing with a malevolent light. With the flick of a wrist, he sends Seonghwa flying to the wall, where he holds him captive by magic, making him unable to move. Fear grips you as you realize the depth of San's descent into darkness, the mastery of magic that he has gained in his pursuit of power.
“Seonghwa!” You scream in panic, trying to use your own magic, but San stops you, as he sends you flying to the opposite wall. He laughs malevolently.
"You were always so naïve," He continues, his voice dripping with disdain. "Refusing to see the true potential of our abilities."
Memories flash before your eyes; of arguments and disagreements, of the day San delved into forbidden spells, especially the time that he tried to put a werewolf curse on a teacher he disliked, but it failed miserably, costing him his own life, or that’s what you thought at least.
"San," you plead, taking a tentative step forward. "Please, don't do this. There's still a chance to turn back."
He laughs bitterly, the sound echoing off the stone walls of the tower. "Turn back? There is no turning back, Y/n," he says, his voice hardening with resolve. "This is who I am now."
Seonghwa struggles with the invisible restraints. "Then we'll stop you," he declares, his voice unwavering despite the danger that looms before you.
San's eyes narrow, the darkness within them swirling like a tempest. "So be it," he says softly, his voice laced with a chilling finality.
San snaps his fingers, sending the werewolf lunging towards you and Seonghwa, its claws slashing through the air with lethal precision.
Driven by a surge of adrenaline and desperation, you summon every ounce of magic within you. A primal roar escapes your lips as you unleash a torrent of energy, engulfing Seonghwa and you in a blinding light. This weakens San’s powers, so you’re able to escape from them. He gasps, trying to capture you again, but you simply raise your hand, capturing him instead in a ball of light. You easily do the same to the werewolf, preparing to administer the antidote.
The werewolf, once a fearsome creature of darkness, now lies weakened and trembling on the cold stone floor. Its monstrous form shudders as your magic begins to take effect, a gentle glow emanating from your outstretched hands.
The purification spell you weave is ancient and potent, drawing upon the essence of light and purity. Threads of shimmering energy spiral around the werewolf's body, intertwining with its dark aura like tendrils of silver light. The creature's howls of pain and rage diminish into pained whimpers as the magic works its transformative power.
Silence descends upon the tower, broken only by the labored breathing of you and Seonghwa as you catch your breath. San stands before you, his face a mask of disbelief and rage, his plans unraveling before his eyes.
"You... you've ruined everything," he seethes, his voice trembling with fury.
You step forward, your gaze unwavering as you confront the friend who has become your enemy. "San, it's not too late," you say quietly, your voice laced with sadness. "You can still choose a different path." You set him free.
He staggers back, the weight of defeat heavy upon him. For a fleeting moment, you see a flicker of doubt in his eyes, a trace of the friend you once knew buried beneath layers of darkness and regret.
But then, with a bitter laugh, San turns and disappears into the shadows of the tower, leaving you and Seonghwa alone amidst the remnants of the battle.
Gradually, the werewolf's grotesque features begin to soften and reshape. Its fur recedes, melting away like mist in the morning sun. Claws retract into fingers, and fangs diminish into human teeth. The once-monstrous form dwindles, replaced by the figure of a man, a man with disheveled hair and weary eyes, his breaths now shallow and human.
Seonghwa watches in awe and relief as the purification spell nears completion. His sword remains poised, a silent sentinel ready to defend should the transformation falter. With each passing moment, the cursed energy that once bound the werewolf loosens its grip, replaced by a newfound sense of calm and clarity.
As the last vestiges of darkness dissipate, the man lies still, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of human life. The werewolf, known as Mingi, the king’s so-called brother, has returned to his true form; a form long obscured by the curse that had plagued him.
The air in the tower shifts, charged with a palpable sense of resolution. You lower your hands, the magical glow fading as you and Seonghwa exchange a glance of shared relief. Mingi stirs, his eyes fluttering open to gaze up at you with a mix of gratitude and wonder.
"Seonghwa..." he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. "What have I done?"
Seonghwa steps forward, his expression softening with compassion. "You were under a curse, Mingi," he explains gently. "But now, you're free, thanks to Y/n, she’s a sorceress."
Mingi struggles to sit up, his movements hesitant and unsure. "I remember... darkness, and rage," he admits, his voice trembling. "I lost myself."
You kneel beside him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It wasn't your fault, Mingi," you assure him, your voice filled with empathy. "Dark magic has a way of twisting even the strongest of spirits."
Mingi meets your gaze, his eyes reflecting a mixture of regret and relief. "Thank you." He whispers, gratitude lacing his words.
Seonghwa offers Mingi a hand, helping him to his feet with a steady grip. "You're safe now," Seonghwa says firmly, his voice carrying the weight of truth. "And we're here to help you."
Together, the three of you leave the tower, the weight of the past lifting with each step. As you emerge into the fading light of the setting sun, Dongchang awaits in the distance; a beacon of hope and healing. Mingi's journey to reclaim his humanity has just begun, guided by the steadfast support of newfound friends and allies.
And as you look ahead to the horizon, a sense of peace settles over you, a peace earned through courage, compassion, and the enduring power of redemption.
The journey back to Dongchang is quiet, the weight of your shared experiences hanging between you like a delicate thread. Seonghwa rides beside you, his presence a source of comfort and strength as you navigate the familiar paths that lead home.
In the days that follow, Dongchang celebrates your victory over the werewolf, and whispers of your bravery echo through the streets. But for you and Seonghwa, there is a quiet understanding, a bond forged in fire and tested by darkness.
As the trials and challenges faded into memory, you and Seonghwa found yourselves standing together amidst the tranquil beauty of Dongchang. And though the memory of San's betrayal lingers, it serves as a reminder of the fragile balance between light and shadow, good and evil.
In the aftermath of the ordeal with Mingi, you and Seonghwa grew closer, bound not only by the shared mission but by a deepening bond forged through hardship and triumph. Your days were spent in quiet companionship, exploring the village's winding paths and ancient temples, discovering each other anew with each passing moment.
In the soft hues of dawn and the golden glow of dusk, you found solace in each other's presence. Seonghwa's steadfast courage and unwavering loyalty complemented your wisdom and resilience. Together, you navigated the complexities of your intertwined destinies, finding strength in unity and comfort in shared dreams.
The villagers watched with fondness as your relationship blossomed, recognizing the harmony and balance you brought to each other's lives. Whether it was sharing meals under the canopy of stars or exchanging quiet moments by the river's edge, your connection deepened with every shared experience.
On a crisp autumn day, beneath the canopy of a cherry blossom tree in full bloom, Seonghwa took your hand in his, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. With a soft smile and a whispered vow, he pledged his heart to yours, sealing your love with a promise that echoed through the ages.
And in that fleeting moment, as petals danced on the breeze and laughter echoed through the village square, you knew that your journey together had only just begun, a journey woven with threads of courage, compassion, and a love that defied the trials of time.
In Dongchang, where legends were born and destinies intertwined, you and Seonghwa stood as beacons of hope and love, a testament to the enduring power of belief and the strength found in the embrace of a kindred spirit.
𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @northerngalxy @danirael @bikiniholic @yeosangsbiceps @tinyelfperson @lexiigom @deltamoon666 @justsomekpopstuff
as my series The Sorceress is coming to an end (last chap is in the works and will be posted tomorrow hehe), i've decided to finally open requests again!! (everything that appears in my rules except for ships)
so go ahead and send some :)
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 - ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜 (𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕫 𝕗𝕚𝕔)
♡ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: seonghwa x female reader
♡ 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fantasy: sort of medival au i guess (i was inspired by The Witcher tho)
♡ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 4,7k
♡ 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: After an early morning bath, Seonghwa and you visit Aazir, a fortune teller, who reveals something important about your past lives. Traveling together, your bond with Seonghwa deepens. In Xentis, you prepare for a masquerade ball after encountering a mysterious thief. At the ball, Seonghwa and you enjoy your time there, but a masked figure's intense gaze unsettles you, hinting at the dangers ahead. (also prince!wooyoung cameo heh)
♡ 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: none?? i think?? let me know if i'm wrong!
♡ 𝖆/𝖓: hi! accidentally made this too long oops, but well, i wanted the next chap to also be the last, so that one will also prob be long af :D
(read the previous chapter: here)
The next morning, you rise early, slipping out of the inn as the first rays of sunlight begin to peek over the horizon. You need a moment of solitude, a chance to refresh yourself before the next leg of your journey. You walk through the quiet village streets, your steps light on the cobblestone paths, heading towards a secluded stream you noticed on your way into Trudia.
The stream is nestled within a small grove of trees, their leaves creating a canopy of green that filters the morning light into a soft, dappled glow. The clear water flows gently over smooth stones, the sound of its babble blending harmoniously with the rustling leaves and distant birdsong. You take a deep breath, savoring the tranquility of the place.
After undressing completely, you step into the cool water, the chill of it sending a refreshing shiver through your body. As you bathe, you feel the fatigue and tension of the previous days washing away. The water is invigorating, and you take your time, enjoying the rare moment of peace. Once you finish, you step back onto the grassy bank, letting the sunlight warm your skin as you wrap yourself in a blanket you brought from the inn.
With a few deft movements and a touch of magic, you transform the blanket into a simple yet elegant dress. The fabric fits perfectly, draping around you in a way that is both practical for travel and pleasing to the eye. You run your fingers through your hair, untangling the knots and letting it fall loosely around your shoulders.
As you finish, you sense a presence behind you. Turning, you see Seonghwa standing at the edge of the grove, his eyes fixed on you. He must have followed you from the inn, his protective instincts ever vigilant. For a moment, neither of you speaks. The morning light catches in his dark eyes, highlighting the depth and warmth there.
"Seonghwa." You say softly, surprised but not displeased by his presence.
"I... wanted to make sure you were safe," he replies, his voice low and steady. He steps closer, his gaze never leaving yours. "And to apologize for intruding."
You shake your head, a smile tugging at your lips. "No need to apologize. I appreciate your concern."
He nods, his eyes sweeping over you, taking in the sight of you in the new dress. "You look... beautiful," he says, the words sincere and filled with a quiet admiration.
A blush creeps up your cheeks, and you lower your gaze for a moment, feeling a warmth that has nothing to do with the sunlight. "Thank you, Seonghwa. It means a lot coming from you."
He takes another step closer, the space between you shrinking until you can feel the heat radiating from his body. There's a moment of charged silence, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions. His hand reaches out, hesitating slightly before brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. The touch is gentle, his fingers lingering for a heartbeat longer than necessary.
"You should take more moments for yourself like this," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "You deserve it."
You look up at him, your eyes locking with his. The intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down your spine, and you find yourself leaning slightly closer, drawn in by the unspoken connection between you. "So do you, Seonghwa. You're always looking out for everyone else."
He smiles, a rare softness in his expression. "It's my duty. But... it's nice to know someone cares about me too."
For a moment, the world around you seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this quiet, sunlit grove. The tension between you is palpable, a delicate thread that could either pull you closer or snap with the slightest movement. You can feel your heart beating faster, your breath coming a little quicker as you stand on the brink of something new and unspoken.
Seonghwa's hand drops to his side, and he takes a step back, breaking the spell. "We should get back," he says, his voice steady but with a hint of reluctance. "We have a long journey ahead."
You nod, the moment lingering in the air like a whisper. "You're right. Let's go find Aazir and see what he can tell us."
After your moment of respite by the stream, you and Seonghwa return to the village with renewed determination. The silence between you is comfortable, filled with the promise of something more.
As the village begins to stir awake, you ask around for Aazir, the village's fortune teller. The villagers direct you to a small, secluded cottage on the outskirts of Trudia, its thatched roof and ivy-covered walls giving it an air of ancient mystery.
You approach the cottage, knocking gently on the wooden door. It creaks open on its own, revealing a dimly lit interior filled with the scent of herbs and the soft glow of candles. Aazir sits in the center of the room, surrounded by books and mystical artifacts. His piercing blue eyes seem to see right through you as he motions for you to enter.
"Come in, travelers," he says in his gravelly voice. "I have been expecting you."
You and Seonghwa step inside, the door closing behind you with a soft thud. The atmosphere is thick with anticipation as Aazir gestures for you to sit on a pair of low stools across from him. He studies you both intently, his gaze lingering on the subtle connection between you.
"Aazir," you begin, "we came to let you know that we took care of the spirit, and to seek more of your wisdom for the journey ahead."
Aazir nods, his expression grave. "You have done well to rid this village of the evil spirit. But your journey is far from over." He pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly as if peering into another realm. "There is something you must know, something that ties your fates together."
You exchange a curious glance with Seonghwa before turning back to Aazir. "What do you mean?"
Aazir leans forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "In a past life, the two of you were lovers. Bound by a deep and enduring love, but also by a tragic fate that led to your untimely deaths. The bond you share in this life is a remnant of that past, a thread that has woven itself through time to bring you together once more."
You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, a sense of recognition and longing stirring within you. Seonghwa's expression mirrors your own surprise and intrigue, his dark eyes searching yours for answers.
"In that life," Aazir continues, "you faced great challenges and dark forces, much like you do now. Your love gave you strength, but it also made you vulnerable. This time, you must learn from the past and forge a new path together."
He reaches out, placing a hand on a weathered book beside him. "Your journey to Blackwood Forest will be perilous. There, you will face a powerful werewolf, but that is not all. The forest is cursed, and many dangers lurk within its shadows. You must find the source of the curse and break it to succeed in your quest."
Aazir's gaze intensifies, his voice echoing with the weight of prophecy. "Along the way, you will encounter allies and enemies, trials that will test your resolve and your bond. Trust in each other and in the love that has transcended time. Only together can you overcome the darkness that lies ahead."
You and Seonghwa sit in stunned silence, the gravity of Aazir's words sinking in. The revelation of your past lives and the formidable journey before you fills you with a mixture of trepidation and determination.
Seonghwa reaches for your hand, his grip firm and reassuring. "We will face it together," he says, his voice filled with resolve. "Just as we did before, and just as we will now."
You nod, feeling the warmth of his hand and the strength of your shared bond. "Thank you, Aazir. We will heed your advice and face whatever comes our way."
Aazir smiles, a glimmer of approval in his eyes. "May fortune favor you both. Remember, the past can guide you, but it is your choices in this life that will shape your destiny."
As you and Seonghwa leave Aazir's cottage, the weight of your newfound knowledge settles over you. The journey to Blackwood Forest looms ahead, filled with unknown dangers and challenges. But with Seonghwa by your side and the strength of a love that has endured through time, you feel ready to face whatever the future holds.
Over the next few days, you and Seonghwa travel together, the bond between you growing stronger with each passing moment. The shared journey, fraught with challenges and discoveries, brings you closer than ever before. Each day is filled with moments of quiet companionship, unspoken understanding, and growing affection.
As you walk along forest paths and winding roads, Seonghwa often stays close to your side, his presence a constant source of comfort and protection. You find yourselves talking more, sharing stories from your pasts, dreams for the future, and the quiet moments of your journey. His laughter becomes a familiar sound, one that you find yourself cherishing.
At night, when you set up camp under the stars, Seonghwa ensures your safety with unwavering vigilance. He watches over you, his silhouette a steadfast guardian against the encroaching darkness. In turn, you use your magic to weave protective spells around your camp, the glow of your incantations casting a gentle light over your resting place.
During these times, Seonghwa's eyes often linger on you with a mixture of admiration and something deeper, something that stirs a warmth within you. One evening, as you both sit by the fire, he hands you a small wildflower he picked along the way. "For you." He says simply, his eyes soft and earnest.
"Thank you, Seonghwa." You reply, tucking the flower into your hair with a smile. The gesture is small, but it speaks volumes about the growing affection between you.
As the days pass, you notice the little ways in which Seonghwa takes care of you; carrying extra supplies, offering a hand to help you over rough terrain, and always ensuring you have enough to eat. His protectiveness is steadfast, but it's his kindness and thoughtfulness that truly touch your heart.
Almost a week into your journey, you arrive at the outskirts of Xentis, the last major stop before Blackwood Forest. Xentis is a bustling city, its tall stone walls and watchtowers rising majestically against the skyline. As you enter the city through its grand gates, you are greeted by the vibrant hum of urban life; the chatter of merchants, the clatter of horse hooves on cobblestone streets, and the distant melody of a minstrel playing in the town square.
The city is a stark contrast to the quiet villages and forests you've traversed. Its streets are lined with a mix of grand stone buildings and quaint wooden shops, their windows displaying a variety of goods and wares. Banners flutter in the breeze, and the scent of fresh bread and roasting meats wafts through the air, making your stomachs rumble in anticipation.
You and Seonghwa find an inn near the center of the city, its exterior adorned with colorful flower boxes and a welcoming sign. The innkeeper, a jovial man with a bushy beard, greets you warmly. "Welcome to the Bald Bear Inn! We have the finest rooms and the heartiest meals in all of Xentis."
As you settle into your rooms, you feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. The journey ahead is daunting, but being here in Xentis, with its lively atmosphere and the comfort of a warm bed, provides a much-needed respite.
That evening, you and Seonghwa explore the city together. You visit the bustling market, where you browse through stalls filled with spices, fabrics, and trinkets. Seonghwa buys you a beautiful silver pendant shaped like a crescent moon, a token of his affection and a reminder of the bond you share.
As the sun sets, you find yourselves in a quiet corner of the city, near a small fountain surrounded by blooming flowers. The soft glow of lanterns casts a warm light over the scene, creating an intimate atmosphere. You sit by the fountain, the sound of water mingling with the distant murmur of the city.
Seonghwa turns to you, his expression earnest. "Y/n, I wanted to thank you for being by my side. This journey has been challenging, but having you with me has made it more bearable, even... enjoyable." He speaks softly.
You smile, your heart swelling with affection. "I feel the same way, Seonghwa. You've been my rock, my protector, and my friend. I couldn't have asked for a better companion."
He reaches out, taking your hand in his. The touch is gentle but firm, his fingers warm against your skin. "I meant what I said back at Aazir's. We'll face whatever comes our way together."
You nod, your gaze locked with his. "Together." You repeat softly.
In that moment, the world around you seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you in the soft glow of the evening. The bond between you, once rooted in a past life, now flourishes in the present, stronger and more profound than ever. As you sit by the fountain, hand in hand, you feel a sense of peace and certainty.
The peaceful moment between you and Seonghwa is abruptly shattered by the sound of screams echoing from a nearby street. Your heads snap toward the direction of the noise, instincts kicking in. Seonghwa and you exchange a quick, determined glance before rushing to investigate.
As you round the corner, you see an old woman clutching her pearls, her face pale with fear. "He stole my purse!" she cries, pointing down the street. You follow her gaze to see a shadowy figure sprinting away, his movements swift and almost otherworldly.
"We need to help her." Seonghwa says urgently, already taking off in pursuit. You nod and follow close behind, your heart pounding with adrenaline.
The man is fast, darting through the crowded streets with an agility that seems almost supernatural. You and Seonghwa weave through the throng of people, trying to keep up. Just as you think you're gaining on him, he glances back and seems to smirk before vanishing into thin air, leaving you both skidding to a halt in the middle of the street.
"What just happened?" Seonghwa mutters, scanning the area for any sign of the thief.
You shake your head, puzzled. "I don't know. It's like he just... disappeared."
As you both catch your breath, you notice something glinting on the ground where the man vanished. You bend down and pick up two ornate invitations, their edges gilded with gold leaf. The intricate script reads:
‘You are cordially invited to a Masquerade Ball at the Grand Hall of Xentis. Tomorrow evening at dusk.’
You show the invitations to Seonghwa, who raises an eyebrow. "A masquerade ball? This can't be a coincidence."
"No, it can't," you agree. "It seems like we were meant to find these."
Returning to the old woman, you hand her back the purse that had been dropped in the thief's haste. She thanks you profusely, her eyes welling with gratitude. "Thank you, brave souls. I don't know what I would have done without you."
"You're welcome," Seonghwa says, offering her a reassuring smile. "Stay safe."
As you walk back to the inn, the city lights twinkling around you, you can't shake the feeling that the events of the evening were orchestrated. The invitations seem to pulse with an energy of their own, hinting at something more beneath the surface.
That night, as you and Seonghwa sit by the fire in the inn's common room, you study the invitations closely. "What do you think this means?" you ask, turning the elegant card over in your hands.
Seonghwa leans in, his brow furrowed in thought. "It could be a trap, or it could be an opportunity. Either way, we need to find out."
"We'll need disguises," you say, considering the masquerade theme. "We should blend in and observe, see if we can find any clues about the thief and his intentions."
Seonghwa nods in agreement. "Tomorrow morning I'll see if the innkeeper can help us with some costumes. We should rest now. Tomorrow will be a long day."
As you retire to your rooms, the weight of the mysterious invitations hangs over you like a shroud. The promise of the masquerade ball looms ahead, a puzzle waiting to be solved.
The following day is spent preparing for the masquerade. The innkeeper, delighted by the prospect of aiding in such an adventure, provides you with a pair of elegant masks and outfits suitable for the occasion. Your costume is a flowing gown of deep red, adorned with silver accents that shimmer in the light, while Seonghwa dons a sleek black suit with a matching mask that accentuates his striking features.
As dusk approaches, you and Seonghwa make your way to the Grand Hall of Xentis, your hearts racing with anticipation. The hall is a magnificent structure, its towering columns and grand arches illuminated by countless lanterns. The sound of music and laughter spills out into the night, drawing you in.
Hand in hand, you step through the grand entrance, ready to uncover the mysteries that await within. The masquerade ball is a swirl of colors and movement, masks hiding the true identities of the guests. You and Seonghwa exchange a glance, your eyes meeting with a mix of determination and excitement.
The night is young, and the secrets of the masquerade are about to unfold.
You both make your way to a nearby table, where a server offers you each a glass of sparkling wine. The bubbles tickle your nose as you take a sip, savoring the crisp, refreshing taste. Seonghwa raises his glass in a silent toast, his eyes twinkling behind his mask.
"To uncovering secrets" He says with a smile.
"And to new adventures." You reply, clinking your glass against his.
The moment is fleeting, however, as you are soon approached by a handsome young man in an elaborately decorated mask. He bows gracefully, extending a hand to you. "May I have this dance?" He asks, his voice smooth and charming.
You glance at Seonghwa, who gives you an encouraging nod. With a smile, you place your hand in the stranger's, allowing him to lead you to the dance floor. As you move to the music, the young man introduces himself as Prince Wooyoung of Xentis, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief and admiration.
"You are a vision." Wooyoung murmurs, his gaze lingering on your face. "I feel as though I am dancing with a goddess." He flashes you a smile.
"Thank you, Prince Wooyoung." You reply politely, though your thoughts are elsewhere. As you dance, you can't help but search the room for Seonghwa. You find him dancing with a beautiful woman, her mask adorned with feathers and jewels. She laughs brightly, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder as they move to the rhythm of the music.
Unbeknownst to you, Seonghwa's thoughts mirror your own. The woman he's dancing with seems more interested in making her husband (who watches from the sidelines) jealous, than in her partner. Seonghwa, though polite and charming, keeps glancing toward you, wishing he could be the one holding you close on the dance floor.
"You're distracted," Wooyoung observes, his voice drawing you back to the present. "I must admit, I am envious of the one who holds your thoughts so completely."
You blush, not knowing how to respond. Wooyoung chuckles softly, his eyes filled with understanding. "I see. Well, it is not every day that one encounters such beauty. May I at least have the honor of another dance before you return to your knight?" He speaks gracefully.
His words catch you off guard, but you nod, allowing yourself to enjoy the moment. As you and Wooyoung glide across the floor, he continues to shower you with compliments, making it clear that he is genuinely taken by your presence. Despite his charm, your thoughts continually drift back to Seonghwa.
Meanwhile, Seonghwa's dance partner, the married woman, continues her flirtatious banter, but he remains polite and distant. His mind is on you, imagining how it would feel to have you in his arms, to move in perfect harmony with you. He wonders if you feel the same, if the bond you've forged over the past week is as strong for you as it is for him.
As the music changes to a slower, more intimate tune, you find yourself wishing that it was Seonghwa holding you, guiding you through the steps. Your heart aches with the realization of how much you want to be close to him, to feel his warmth and strength beside you.
Finally, the song ends, and Prince Wooyoung releases you with a bow. "Thank you for the dance, my lady," he says, his eyes lingering on yours. "I hope our paths cross again."
"Thank you, Prince Wooyoung," you reply, offering him a gracious smile. "It was a pleasure."
As you step away from the dance floor, you make your way back to Seonghwa, who has just finished his dance. His eyes light up as he sees you approaching, and he quickly excuses himself from his partner.
"Y/n," he says, his voice warm and relieved. "Did you enjoy your dance?"
"I did," you reply, feeling a surge of affection as you look into his eyes. "But I would have preferred to dance with you."
Seonghwa's smile widens, and he takes your hand, pulling you close. "Then let's not waste another moment," he says softly. "Shall we?"
You nod, your heart pounding with anticipation. As Seonghwa leads you onto the dance floor, you feel a sense of rightness, of belonging. His hand rests gently on your waist, his touch both reassuring and electrifying. As you move together to the music, the world around you seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you in perfect harmony.
Seonghwa's eyes are fixed on yours, his expression tender and sincere.
"Y/n," he begins softly, his voice barely audible over the music. "I've wanted to dance with you all evening."
You smile, feeling your cheeks flush. "Me too, Seonghwa. I couldn't help but watch you and wish it was us together instead."
He tightens his grip on your hand slightly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "You looked beautiful with Prince Wooyoung, but I couldn't stop thinking about how badly I wanted to be him."
Your heart flutters at his words, and you take a deep breath, steadying yourself. "And I kept thinking about how it would feel to be in your arms, like this. It's strange, isn't it? How close we've become over the past few days." You shyly say.
Seonghwa nods, his eyes never leaving yours. "It feels like we've known each other much longer. Perhaps you think it’s silly, but maybe Aazir was right about our past lives."
You recall the fortune teller's revelation and smile wistfully. "I don’t think it’s silly at all. Maybe we were meant to find each other again in this life. It certainly feels that way."
He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Whatever happens, I want you to know that I care about you, Y/n. More than I ever thought possible."
You feel a surge of emotion, your heart swelling with affection. "I care about you too, Seonghwa. I can't imagine facing the challenges ahead without you by my side."
Seonghwa's eyes soften, and he pulls you slightly closer, his lips almost brushing your temple. "As long as we're together, we can overcome anything."
You nod, your eyes glistening with unshed tears of happiness.
As the music swells, you and Seonghwa move in perfect harmony, the world around you fading into the background. The connection between you deepens with each step, each glance, and each whispered word.
Seonghwa's eyes shine with a mix of determination and affection. "Y/n," he murmurs, his voice filled with emotion. "I'm so grateful to have you by my side."
"And I'm grateful for you, Seonghwa," you reply sweetly.
With a final, tender smile, Seonghwa pulls you even closer, and you rest your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The music continues to play, and for a while, you simply dance, lost in the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace.
As you and Seonghwa move gracefully across the dance floor, your head resting against his chest, a sudden sense of unease prickles at the edge of your awareness. You lift your head and glance around the room, the swirling colors and masked faces creating a kaleidoscope of movement.
And then you see him.
Standing near the edge of the ballroom, partially obscured by shadows, is a masked man who seems oddly familiar. His eyes, the only part of his face visible, bore into you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. There's something about him, something that tugs at the edges of your memory.
You catch your breath, your heart skipping a beat. Could it be...? No, it couldn't. The person he reminds you of is dead. You try to shake off the unsettling feeling, but your gaze keeps drifting back to the mysterious figure. He doesn't move, just watches you in silence, his presence almost ghostly.
Seonghwa, sensing your distraction, gently squeezes your hand. "Y/n, are you alright?" he asks softly, his concern evident.
You tear your eyes away from the masked man and look up at Seonghwa, forcing a smile. "Yes, I just... thought I saw someone I knew."
Seonghwa follows your gaze but sees nothing out of the ordinary. He frowns slightly but nods. "If you're sure. We can take a break if you need to." He kindly suggests.
You shake your head, trying to focus on the warmth and comfort of Seonghwa's presence. "No, it's alright. Let's keep dancing."
Despite your words, your thoughts keep drifting back to the masked man. He reminds you of someone from your past, someone you thought you'd never see again. The same person who came to mind when Hongjoong, the King of Dongchang mentioned the werewolf curse. But how could it be? That person is dead, you remind yourself. It's impossible.
As the dance continues, you steal another glance at the man, but this time he's gone. The spot where he stood is now empty, and you feel a mix of relief and confusion. Did you imagine it? Or is there more to this masquerade than meets the eye?
The dance comes to an end, and as you and Seonghwa make your way back to your table, you can't shake the feeling that the past is catching up to you. The masked man, the werewolf curse, and the memories of someone long gone…all of it swirls in your mind, leaving you with more questions than answers.
But for now, you focus on the present, on the mission ahead, and on the bond growing stronger between you and Seonghwa. Together, you'll face whatever comes your way, unraveling the mysteries that surround you one step at a time.
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Hi can you update your masterlist with The sorceress
On it! Needed the reminder hahah
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 - ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛 (𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕫 𝕗𝕚𝕔)
♡ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: seonghwa x female reader
♡ 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fantasy: sort of medival au i guess (i was inspired by The Witcher tho)
♡ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2,5k
♡ 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: After Seongha has a weird nightmare, you both set out on your journey to Blackwood Forest, stopping in a village to rest. Here, you learn from an old fortune teller, that an evil spirit haunts the local cemetery. Determined to help, Seonghwa and you confront the spirit that night, before continuing your quest.
♡ 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: mentions of kidnapping
♡ 𝖆/𝖓: hello again! chapter 4 will be out in just a few days :)
(read the previous chapter: here)
The night passes by quickly, and when you open your eyes again, not many hours later, you’re surprised to find Seonghwa asleep on the floor, covered by a blanket.
You quietly make your way down, sitting on the floor next to him. You observe as his chest rises up and down peacefully, his plump lips are slightly open, and his hair lays messily on the pillow, some of the strands even adorning his face.
You gaze at him for a bit, until you notice his calm expression suddenly turning into a sour one. His brows furrow as he winces in pain.
“N-no…get away from her.” He mumbles silently, shifting in his sleep restlessly.
At the realization that he’s having a nightmare, you decide to help him out by placing a hand on his forehead and reciting an incantation. In a matter of seconds, his breath returns to normal, and as you take back your hand, he slowly opens his eyes.
“Y/n…” He murmurs, slowly sitting up.
“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?” You say, letting out a laugh, while Seonghwa shakes his head in embarrassment.
“Did you help me? I was having a horrible nightmare but it suddenly stopped and I couldn’t see anything.” He questions, and you nod.
“What was happening in your dream? You seemed very agitated.” You ask, moving aside some hair from his sweaty face. He sighs, before starting to speak.
“It was very weird; we were haunting the monster, and it led us somewhere, a tower, I think,” he stops to take a deep breath. “But then someone else appeared, I couldn’t recognise him, but I’m sure it was a man. He tried to hurt you, but I couldn’t do anything.” He explains, shaking his head and covering his face.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure it was just a bad dream.” You sweetly say, rubbing a hand along his back. Even though your intuition is trying to tell you otherwise, you choose to believe your own words.
“I hope so…” he stands up. “But anyhow, let’s get going, a long road awaits us, we can get some breakfast along the way.” Seonghwa says, extending a hand to help you up, which you take.
Not too long after dawn breaks, you and Seonghwa set out, the weight of your mission heavy on your shoulders. The journey to Blackwood Forest is quite arduous, it will take you around a week to get there, since you need to rest along the way.
That afternoon, you reach Trudia, a village located in the northeast of the region of Crainia.
As an orange hue casts over the horizon, you and Seonghwa ride into the new village, the weary travelers standing out against the serene evening backdrop. The village is quaint, nestled within a lush valley, with cobblestone streets winding through rows of thatched-roof cottages. Smoke curls lazily from chimneys, and the scent of evening meals mingles with the crisp night air.
Villagers pause in their nightly routines, curiosity piqued by your arrival. You, the sorceress, are a striking figure. Still clad in Seonghwa's oversized white shirt and brown pants, the light fabric moves with an almost ethereal grace. Your hair, loose and wild, frames a face marked with intricate tattoos that shimmer faintly in the moonlight. Your eyes, sharp and piercing, take in the surroundings with a mixture of wariness and determination.
Seonghwa, in his gleaming armor, is a formidable presence beside you. His helmet is tucked under one arm, revealing his face.His dark eyes are alert, scanning the village for any sign of danger. His hair, partially covering his face, adds to his rugged charm.
The villagers watch with a mix of awe and trepidation. Children peek from behind their parents' skirts, and elders whisper among themselves. A group of farmers, lanterns in hand, step forward cautiously, their leader, a burly man with a thick beard, addresses you.
"Travelers, what brings you to our humble village at this hour?" he asks, his voice a blend of suspicion and hope.
Seonghwa dismounts first, offering a reassuring smile. "We are just looking for a place to spend the night. We come from Dongchang, we’re on our way to the Blackwood forest, hunting for a werewolf, I’m sure it passed through here." The villagers nod.
Your presence, though more enigmatic, exudes a calm authority. You nod in agreement, adding, "We mean no harm.”
The burly man exchanges a glance with his companions before nodding slowly. "There’s an inn at the end of the village. We can show you where."
You dismount as well, feeling the villagers relax a little. As you follow the farmers through the winding streets of the village, you sense the undercurrent of fear and hope in the air. Something is going on, but you don’t know what yet.
The villagers, intrigued and cautious, peek out from their windows as you pass. The burly farmer gestures towards a cozy-looking inn at the end of the street, its sign swaying gently in the night breeze.
"You can rest here for the night," he says. "The innkeeper is a good friend of ours. He'll make sure you're well taken care of."
You and Seonghwa nod in gratitude, before tying your horses to a post. The inn's warm light spills out into the street, a welcome contrast to the chill of the afternoon. Pushing open the door, you are greeted by the scent of roasted meat and freshly baked bread, mingling with the soft murmur of conversation. The inn's common room is bustling but cozy, with villagers huddled around tables, sharing stories and laughter.
The innkeeper, a rotund man with a friendly face, approaches you with a welcoming smile. "New faces! Welcome to the Eight Cats Inn. How can I assist you tonight?"
Seonghwa steps forward. "We need rooms for the night, and perhaps a meal if it's not too much trouble."
"Of course, of course," the innkeeper replies. "Anything for travelers on a noble quest. Please, have a seat. I'll have some food brought out shortly."
As you settle at a corner table, a hush falls over the room. The villagers' curiosity is palpable. Just as you start to relax, an old man with a long, white beard and piercing blue eyes approaches your table. He walks with a cane, his steps slow but purposeful, and his presence commands attention. The room seems to hold its breath as he speaks.
"Travelers," he begins, his voice a gravelly whisper, "I am Aazir, the fortune teller of this village. I've heard whispers of your quest. But I must warn you, there's more than just a werewolf troubling our land."
You and Seonghwa exchange a glance, intrigued. "What do you mean?" you ask.
Aazir leans in closer, his eyes gleaming with a mysterious light. "An evil spirit haunts our local cemetery. It kidnaps children, taking them away to a fate unknown. Our village has been living in fear, unable to protect our young ones."
Seonghwa's expression hardens with resolve. "What can we do to help?"
The old fortune teller's gaze intensifies. "Destroy the spirit, and you will save our village. In return, I will read your future and provide guidance for the battles to come."
You nod, sensing the gravity of his words. "We will help. Tell us more about this spirit."
Aazir nods, his expression grave. "The spirit is vengeful, bound to the cemetery by a curse, where it attracts children to. It appears at midnight, and only those brave enough to face it can hope to break its hold."
As he speaks, the innkeeper returns with steaming plates of food and mugs of ale, placing them on the table. "Eat well, brave ones. You'll need your strength for what lies ahead."
Aazir stands, his eyes never leaving yours. "May fortune favor you both."
As the old man walks away, you and Seonghwa share a determined look. The night is far from over, and the challenges ahead are daunting. But for now, you focus on the meal before you.
You reach the cemetery just before midnight. It lies on the outskirts of the village, shrouded in an eerie silence that contrasted sharply with the vibrant life of the village. Under the pale light of the moon, the cemetery reveals itself as a place frozen in time, its boundaries marked by a weathered stone wall entwined with creeping ivy. The iron gate, rusty and creaking on its hinges, stands slightly ajar, as if beckoning (or warning) those who approached.
Inside, the cemetery is a somber tableau of ancient headstones and crumbling mausoleums. The gravestones, many of them leaning and covered in moss, bore inscriptions that had long since faded, their words now barely discernible. Some graves are adorned with wilted flowers and offerings, silent testaments to the loved ones buried there. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and a low mist clung to the ground, swirling around your feet as you walked.
The occasional rustle of leaves or the distant hoot of an owl, creates an unsettling symphony that sets your nerves on edge.
At the center of the cemetery stands a large, imposing mausoleum. Its stone facade, once grand, was now cracked and weathered by time. The entrance is blocked by an iron door, its surface covered in intricate carvings and symbols that hinted at ancient, protective spells.
This mausoleum, Aazir had said, is where the spirit's curse is strongest, where it emerged from each night to roam and wreak havoc.
The graves around the mausoleum seem more disturbed than the others, the earth uneven and marked by claw-like scratches. It is as if the ground itself had been tormented by the malevolent presence within. The atmosphere is heavy with a palpable sense of dread, a foreboding that hangs in the air like a dark cloud.
You and Seonghwa stand at the edge of this haunted place, taking in the scene before you. As you step forward, the weight of your task presses down upon you, the silence amplifying the beating of your hearts.
With each step, the cemetery seems to close in around you, the shadows growing darker and the air colder. The sense of being watched is inescapable, and every instinct tells you that you are not alone. This is a place where the boundary between the living and the dead is thin, where ancient sorrows and dark curses linger, waiting to ensnare the unwary.
Seonghwa draws his sword, the blade glinting in the moonlight. Together, you move deeper into the cemetery, ready to confront the evil spirit and free the village from its grasp.
As you and Seonghwa approach the center of the cemetery, a chilling wind begins to stir, rustling the leaves and sending a shiver down your spines. The oppressive silence is shattered by a low, mournful wail that seems to emanate from the very ground beneath your feet. The air grows colder, and a dense fog rolls in, obscuring your vision and cloaking the graveyard in an impenetrable veil.
From the heart of the fog, a shadowy figure emerges. The spirit, once human, now twisted by malevolent energy, appears before you. Its form is ethereal, shifting and flickering like a flame caught in a gust of wind. Hollow eyes, glowing with an unholy light, fixate on you with intensity. The spirit's tattered robes flutter around its skeletal frame, and long, bony fingers reach out, as if to grasp the life force from your very bodies.
Seonghwa steps forward, his sword at the ready, its silver edge gleaming with the enchantment you had placed upon it. "Stay back, Y/n," he says, his voice steady but tense. "I'll engage it first."
The spirit lets out another wail, a sound filled with centuries of sorrow and rage, before lunging at Seonghwa with a speed that defies its spectral form. The knight swings his sword in a wide arc, the blade slicing through the air with a faint hum. The enchanted steel makes contact with the spirit, causing it to recoil and let out a hiss of pain. Ethereal mist trails from the wound, dissipating into the night air.
You raise your hand, chanting an incantation that summons a protective barrier around Seonghwa. The spirit, undeterred by its injury, circles the knight, seeking an opening. With a sudden, ghostly speed, it darts forward again, its claws aiming for Seonghwa's throat. But your barrier holds firm, deflecting the attack and giving Seonghwa the chance to strike once more.
This time, Seonghwa aims for the spirit's core, the place where its heart once beat. His sword plunges into the spectral form, and the spirit screams, its wail echoing through the cemetery. It thrashes violently, trying to free itself from the enchanted blade, but Seonghwa holds firm, his muscles straining with the effort.
You step closer, your tattoos glowing with a powerful light. "Hold it steady, Seonghwa!" you call out, your voice rising above the spirit's anguished cries.
With the spirit pinned, you begin a complex incantation, the ancient words flowing from your lips with practiced ease. A beam of pure, radiant energy shoots from your skin, striking the spirit and enveloping it in a brilliant light. The spirit writhes in agony, its form flickering and fading as the purification spell takes hold.
The light intensifies, and with a final, ear-piercing scream, the spirit shatters into a million shards of light, which dissolve into the air like dust caught in a breeze. The fog lifts, and the cemetery falls silent once more, the oppressive darkness replaced by a calm, serene night.
Seonghwa lowers his sword, breathing heavily, his eyes scanning the area for any remaining threats. You approach him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's over," you say softly, your voice filled with relief. "The spirit is gone."
He nods, wiping the sweat from his brow. "The village should be safe now."
You both take a moment to catch your breath, the adrenaline of the battle slowly fading. The once-haunted cemetery now feels almost peaceful, the shadows no longer menacing but simply part of the natural night. The villagers' children would no longer be at risk, and the evil spirit's reign of terror had come to an end.
You and Seonghwa leave the cemetery, making your way back to the inn.
“We’ll find Aazir tomorrow before we leave, now we should rest.” Seonghwa says calmly, as you reach your destination. Everyone’s asleep by now.
You nod, flashing him a sweet smile, which he returns. “You did good.”
“You too Y/n, sleep tight.” He speaks kindly, before both of you enter your rooms.
𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @northerngalxy @danirael @bikiniholic @yeosangsbiceps @tinyelfperson @lexiigom @deltamoon666 @justsomekpopstuff
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 - ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙 (𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕫 𝕗𝕚𝕔)
♡ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: none in particular so far, some ateez members mentioned
♡ 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fantasy: sort of medival au i guess (i was inspired by The Witcher tho)
♡ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2k
♡ 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Hongjoong Of Dongchang, king of the Dongchang kingdom, seeks out the help of the most well-known sorceress there is in the region, Y/n Vathelvai, to help cure his brother Mingi from a curse who turned him into a monster. She accepts with a lack of certainty, but she won't be alone at the job, as the king sends his best knight, Seonghwa, to guard her. Who knows what misadventures they might go through along the way...
♡ 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: none yet
♡ 𝖆/𝖓: finally back to writing again :) hope you like this luvs!!
You finish consuming your breakfast, prepared to embark on the day's tasks. Today, your objective is to venture into the nearby forest to gather essential ingredients for several potions you need to concoct.
“Oh, look who’s up early today.” You smile as you bend down to pet your black cat, Emberglow. Judging by the position of the sun, it must be no later than eight o'clock. You rise to feed her, and after gathering your remaining items, you are ready to depart from your wooden cabin.
As you open the door, you immediately notice a beige envelope adorned with a red wax seal. You pick it up and observe the initials of the Dongchang Kingdom on the seal. Puzzled, you decide to open it, and as you begin to read, each word leaves you increasingly perplexed.
“Dear Y/n Vathelvai,
I write to you personally, as the greatness of your power as a sorceress is well known throughout the region, and I am in desperate need of your assistance.
Please come see me as soon as you receive this letter.
Very sincerely, Hongjoong of Dongchang.”
You sigh, contemplating whether it is prudent to visit the king. Although you are not particularly fond of the monarchy, the prospect of a reward is enticing. If the king himself is seeking the aid of a mere sorceress, it must be a matter of great significance, promising a substantial reward.
The journey to the king's castle is lengthy, as your abode is quite remote from any civilization.
“This trip better be worth it.” You murmur, dismounting your horse, Dragonheart. You tether her to a post and bid her farewell.
“His Majesty is not receiving visitors at this time. Return later, woman.” Two guards block your entry to the castle, their expressions superior and haughty.
“My name is Y/n Vathelvai, and I demand respect, considering that the monarch urgently requires my assistance.” You retort, crossing your arms and adopting a defiant stance. Their smug grins vanish instantly, replaced by expressions of regret.
“We are deeply sorry. Please proceed, miss.” They open the heavy wooden door for you, and you enter the premises.
Entering the great hall, one was immediately struck by the sheer scale and majesty of the room. The high vaulted ceiling soared above, supported by massive wooden beams intricately carved with the crests and motifs of the noble family. These beams, darkened by age and smoke from countless fires, seemed to whisper tales of the past as they stretched across the room.
Stone walls, thick and formidable, enclosed the space, adorned with colorful tapestries that depicted epic battles, noble hunts, and legendary feats of heroism.
At the far end of the hall, an imposing hearth dominated the room. The fireplace, large enough for several men to stand within, blazed with a roaring fire that cast flickering shadows across the flagstone floor. Above the hearth, a grand mantle displayed the family's coat of arms, a proud emblem of their lineage and legacy.
Long wooden tables stretched the length of the hall, flanked by sturdy benches. These tables are the heart of the castle's social life, where lords and ladies, knights and squires, and even the humble servants would gather for meals, celebrations, and council. During feasts, the tables would groan under the weight of roasted meats, fresh bread, and flagons of ale, the air filled with the hearty sounds of laughter, conversation, and the occasional tune from a minstrel's lute.
At the head of the hall, on a raised dais, stood the lord's table, more elaborately adorned than the rest. Here, the lord and his family would sit, their places marked by high-backed chairs that signified their status. The table often bore fine silverware and goblets, and the food served here was the finest the castle's kitchens could offer.
Above, the minstrels' gallery provided a space for musicians and entertainers, their melodies drifting down to mingle with the clatter of dishes and the murmur of voices. The high windows, often narrow and filled with stained glass, allowed shafts of colored light to pierce the hall, creating patterns on the stone floor and adding a touch of ethereal beauty to the room.
In the quiet moments, when the hall was empty, the echoes of past festivities seemed to linger in the air. The great hall was not just a room; it was a living testament to the life of the castle, a place where history was made, and where the fabric of medieval life was woven with threads of duty, honor, and tradition.
“You must be Y/n, please follow me.” A guard says, noticing you as you survey the surroundings.
You follow the unknown man along the hall, where he guides you to another wooden door.
“His Majesty is waiting inside for you. Please, come in.”
You cautiously open the door, and despite the room's vastness, you quickly make eye contact with the monarch. As you step through the grand archway, the sight before you is nothing short of awe-inspiring.
Massive stone pillars lined the length of the room, their sheer size and craftsmanship is a testament to the kingdom's wealth and strength.
The floor is a mosaic of polished marble, its cold surface gleaming in the dim light that filters through the stained-glass windows. As the sunlight poured through them, it cast a kaleidoscope of colors across the room.
Chandeliers of wrought iron hung from the high ceiling, each arm holding a multitude of candles that flickered gently, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. The air was scented with a faint hint of beeswax and incense, creating an ambiance that was both solemn and grand.
You make your way down the long, velvety red rug. Before you, upon a raised dais, stood the throne itself. It was an imposing seat of power, hewn from dark wood and adorned with gilded accents. The back of the throne rose high, carved into the shape of a majestic dragon, its wings unfurled and eyes set with glistening rubies that seemed to watch over the room with a fierce, silent vigilance. Cushioned in deep crimson velvet, the throne was a symbol of the monarch's might and the weight of their responsibilities.
As you approached the dais, the guards stationed along the walls stood at attention, their armor polished to a high sheen, their faces stoic and unwavering. The room, despite its grandeur, held a palpable tension, a reminder of the power that resided within these walls.
“Greetings, my dear,” a young king greets you. Hongjoong, he hasn’t been a lord for too long. His parents, the previous monarchs, died of illness some time ago.
You stand before him, nodding your head as a way of greeting. He tilts his head at your lack of reverence but decides to overlook it due to the importance of the matter.
“I’m glad you made it. You’ll see, I’m in need of your magic abilities.” He sighs, clearly not being very amused by having to ask you for help.
“Tell me more.” You say, crossing your arms, hoping that it’s worth your time.
“I’ll get straight to the point. My brother Mingi has been turned into a monster.”
“I wasn’t aware that Your Majesty had a brother.” You deflect a bit, foolishly thinking that he’s just exaggerating things.
“Well, technically I don’t; we’re not blood-related, but he is like a brother to me, and I need you to help him become human again.” He pleads, eyes full of sorrow, making you sigh.
“What exactly happened?” You inquire.
“Around a few nights ago, I was unable to sleep, so I decided to walk the halls, hoping to clear my mind. My people had been talking of strange occurrences in the night, of livestock found dead and villagers who had gone missing. I had dismissed these tales as mere superstition, yet a growing unease gnawed at me.
As I passed by the door to Mingi's chambers, a low, guttural growl stopped me in my tracks. I froze. The growl came again, more pronounced this time, a sound no human should make.
I called out to him, but there was no answer, only the sound of labored breathing from the other side of the door. I hesitated, then pushed the door open. The scene before me was one of horror and disbelief.
Mingi was on the floor, writhing in pain. His body was contorting, bones cracking and shifting under his skin. His eyes, usually a dark brown, were now a feral yellow, and his face was twisted in agony. He begged me for help, his voice was a desperate plea, barely recognizable through the snarls and growls. My heart was pounding in my chest. He managed to mention that it started a few nights ago, and that the pain was unbearable. His transformation continued. His hands clawed at the stone floor, fingers elongating into sharp claws. My mind raced. I had heard legends of werewolves, tales told by the old and superstitious, but I had never believed them to be true. Yet there, in front of me, my brother became one of those very creatures.
I locked him up in his room, hoping that he would be back to being a human in the morning, but no, the transformation seemed to be permanent this time. He escaped through the window, destroying it in the process. He’s been spotted around farms, and the outskirts of the village ever since.” The monarch explains carefully, without a lack of details.
“Werewolves aren’t common in this region, this seems like a curse to me.” You voice, recalling someone from your past, though you quickly dismiss those thoughts as they make no sense.
“That seems to be the case, which is why I sought your help.” Hongjoong agrees with you.
“What’s in it for me then?” You ask, despite the intriguing nature of the case, not willing to work for free. The monarch lets out a laugh at your inquiry.
“Oh, dear, I am the king. I could grant you anything your heart desires. And believe me, if you perform your task correctly, I will.” He says with a cheeky grin, and you nod.
“Very well, then we have a deal.” You simply say, turning around to leave, but his voice stops you.
“Not so fast my lady.” You turn back again, looking annoyed, but urging him to continue. “My best man, the head knight of my guard will accompany you to ensure your safety, of course.” You roll your eyes.
“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Just say you want to keep an eye on me to make sure I actually do the job.” You speak forcefully.
“Well, if that’s what you think, I won't say otherwise. He’ll come by your house tomorrow morning, at sunrise, so you can begin your journey.” He finishes.
It is nearly nighttime by the time you reach your home again. You had stopped along the way to retrieve various herbs you needed, spending the last hours of the day preparing concoctions to stock up for your new mission. In Particular, you prepared wolfsbane, the antidote for lycanthropy.
Getting into bed, you couldn’t help but wonder what surprises the universe has up his sleeve for you, following this new task of yours.
You’ll just have to wait and see.
𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @northerngalxy @danirael @bikiniholic @yeosangsbiceps @tinyelfperson
@justsomekpopstuff AWWW TY ‼️ so glad you're looking forward to this series 🥹🫶🏻 chapter 3 will be out this weekend ^^
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 - ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚 (𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕫 𝕗𝕚𝕔)
♡ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: seonghwa x female reader
♡ 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fantasy: sort of medival au i guess (i was inspired by The Witcher tho)
♡ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 3,4k
♡ 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Far from the village, in a secluded ivy-covered cottage, you live a peaceful life as a sorceress. One morning, your tranquility is disrupted by a knock at the door. A nervous knight named Seonghwa arrives, sent by the king to request your help in defeating a werewolf terrorizing the kingdom. After initial introductions, you both formulate a plan over tea. Determined, you and Seonghwa set off on a new journey to confront the beast and lift the curse, knowing the path ahead is fraught with danger.
♡ 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: none?? i think?? let me know if i'm wrong!
♡ 𝖆/𝖓: who's excited for chap 3??
(read the previous chapter: here)
Far, far away from the village, tucked away from prying eyes, stands a modest, ivy-covered cottage you call home. Inside, the atmosphere is warm and inviting, the air heavy with the scent of lavender and chamomile. Candles flickering, casting a soft glow that dances across the wooden beams of the ceiling and the shelves lined with jars of herbs and potions. The sun is just barely starting to rise.
In a secluded corner, there’s a large wooden and copper tub steamed with fragrant water, infused with petals and oils; where you’re peacefully reclining. Your piercing eyes are half-closed in relaxation, your body submerged up to your shoulders in the soothing warmth. Your skin was adorned with intricate tattoos that seemed to shimmer and shift subtly in the candlelight, telling tales of ancient magic and forgotten lore.
You sigh deeply, letting the tranquility of the moment wash over you. Your fingers trail lazily through the water, stirring up little ripples that sparkled with a faint, magical glow.
A sudden, firm knock on the door disrupts your reverie. Your eyes snap open, and you sit up slightly, water sloshing around you. Few knew of your abode, and even fewer dared to disturb you.
“It might be the knight the king told me about.” You murmur.
You reach for a towel, draping it around yourself as you stand, droplets of water tracing paths down your skin.
The knock can be heard again, more insistent this time. With a flick of your wrist, you are dry and clothed in a simple, dark gown that clings to your damp body. You move gracefully to the door, your bare feet making soft thuds on the old wooden floor.
Opening the door, you find a knight standing there, his armor gleaming in the fading light of dusk. He is tall and broad-shouldered, a formidable figure, though his eyes, visible through the lifted visor of his helm, held a mixture of determination and a hint of unease.
"Witch," he says, his voice steady but respectful. "I was umm, sent by the monarch, I am-I am here to pick you up." He takes a few seconds to speak, taking in your powerful presence. His voice is a bit shaky, and he seems to gulp as he notices your soaked gown hugging you in all the right places, but he nervously shifts his gaze rapidly.
“I prefer the term ‘sorceress’, but you may call me Y/n anyways.” You try to hide your smirk at his clumsy actions.
The knight nods. "Time is of the essence. Our kingdom is in peril, and only your skills can help us defeat the darkness that threatens to consume us. We should get going as soon as possible." He states, more confident this time.
“Not so fast, we still have to craft a plan. And first of all, I would like to know your name,” You raise your eyebrows at the man. “Oh! And I would like to see your face as well. We’re going to be spending an awful lot of time together after all.”
“Oh-oh, I-I,” he stammers. All the confidence he just gained seems to vanish. You can’t help but be surprised, considering this is supposed to be the head knight of the king’s guard, but he seems rather…umm, you’re not quite sure how to put it.
“Come on, go ahead, don’t be shy.” You giggle.
He sighs, standing powerless at your charm. He slowly takes off his helm, revealing a handsome, young face. His eyes are a piercing dark brown color, his nose long and pointy, his lips plump and lightly colored. He has a scar across his left cheek, half covered by his long, straight, black hair.
You study him for a moment, your eyes sharp and assessing. You can sense the nervousness in his face, almost as if he was afraid of your reaction.
“And umm, my name is Seonghwa, pleased to meet you, witch-SORRY!, sorceress.” He shakes his head at his mistake, and you can’t help but let out a laugh. You find yourself liking him more than you expected.
With a content sigh, you step back, allowing him into your home.
"Very well, knight," you say, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "But know that this mission will not be an easy one. Magic always comes with a price, and the path we take will be fraught with danger."
The knight enters, bowing his head in gratitude. "I understand, and I am prepared to face whatever lies ahead. Just know that you won’t ever be unsafe around me." He shyly speaks, anxiously playing with the helm on his hands.
As you close the door behind him, you suddenly feel a surge of anticipation. The peace of your bath was gone, replaced by the thrill of the unknown and the promise of adventure. Together, you would face the darkness, your fates now intertwined by the mission that lays before you.
In the cozy, dimly lit interior of your cottage, you both sit at a sturdy wooden table located in the middle of your living room. You had previously brewed a pot of tea, the steam curling up from the delicate porcelain cups in the air heavy with the aroma of herbs. The knight, still wearing his armor but with his helmet set aside, looks across the table.
With your now dried hair cascading over your shoulders, you lean forward, your eyes focused on the knight. "So, Sir Knight, what do you know about this werewolf we are to hunt?" You ask, your voice a melodic blend of curiosity and seriousness.
The knight takes a sip of his tea, his rugged face thoughtful. "The werewolf has been terrorizing the outskirts of the kingdom for a few days. It strikes during the night, leaving devastation in its wake. Livestock slaughtered, homes destroyed, and it has even attacked people. The villagers are living in fear."
You nod, your expression grave. "Werewolves are powerful creatures, driven by a primal rage when the moon is full. This werewolf is different though, it doesn’t matter whether the moon is full or not. Since its origin seems to be a curse, that’s probably the reason why. They are difficult to track.”
“And apparently it doesn’t have a human form anymore, it has been spotted during the day.” The knight ads.
You both sit in silence for a minute, rethinking everything.
You drum your fingers on the table, deep in thought. "To hunt a werewolf, we need to be prepared for anything. We must set a trap that can hold it. I have already prepared the antidote, but for it to work, the beast has to be conscious.”
"I have acquired silver weapons," the knight says, his tone resolute. "A silver sword and a few arrows tipped with silver. But I was hoping you could enhance them with your magic."
You smile, a glint of approval in your eyes. "Good thinking. I can enchant them to increase their potency. But remember our task is to cure it, not to kill it. We will also need a way to draw the werewolf out."
Seonghwa furrows his brow. "How do we do that?"
You rose from your chair, moving to one of the shelves and retrieving a small vial filled with a shimmering liquid. "This is a potion that emanates a scent irresistible to werewolves. We will use it to lure the beast into a trap. But we must be careful; it will be drawn to the scent, and we need to ensure we are ready for it."
The knight nods, his eyes following your movements. "And the trap itself?"
You return to the table, setting the vial down. "We will need a strong, enchanted net, capable of holding a werewolf. I have the materials, and I can weave the necessary spells. But we must set it up in a place where we can control the encounter."
"The old abandoned mill," he suggests. "It is isolated, sturdy, and the perfect place for an ambush."
You consider this for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Very well. We will set our trap there. I will prepare the enchantments and the bait. You ensure the villagers stay clear of the area."
"Understood," Seonghwa says, his expression determined. "We will meet at the mill tomorrow night, just before the moon rises."
You smile at him, feeling confident about your plan.
“I’ll inform the king about everything. Take care, Y/n.” The man says, getting ready to leave, but lingering as if waiting for an invitation to spend the rest of the day with you. You giggle at the thought.
“See you soon, Seonghwa.” You say, closing the door after him, missing the slight red tint that appears on his cheeks at the sound of his name on your lips.
After Seonghwa leaves, you take a moment to gather your thoughts. The house is quiet again, but the sense of urgency and purpose lingers in the air. You move to your workbench, pulling out the materials needed to craft the enchanted net. The threads glimmer in the candlelight as you weave them together, whispering incantations to imbue the net with strength and resilience.
As you work, your mind drifts to the upcoming confrontation. The werewolf is unlike any you have encountered before. A creature cursed, devoid of its human form, roaming both day and night. The antidote you have prepared is potent, but ensuring the beast remains conscious during its administration will be the true challenge.
The day passes swiftly, the rhythm of your preparations steady and focused. By evening, the net is complete, and you set it aside with a sense of satisfaction. You then turn your attention to the weapons Seonghwa mentioned. The silver sword and arrows need your magical touch. You lay them out carefully, placing your hands over each item, feeling the cool metal beneath your fingers.
With a deep breath, you begin the enchantment process. Ancient words flow from your lips, the room filled with a soft, ethereal light. The silver weapons glow faintly as your magic enhances them, ensuring they will strike true and deliver the antidote without fail. When the enchantments are complete, you feel a surge of confidence. The tools are ready, and so are you.
The next evening arrives quickly. As the sun sets, you don your cloak, the fabric heavy and reassuring on your shoulders. You gather the enchanted net, the vial of irresistible potion, and the enhanced silver weapons, packing them carefully into a satchel. With everything in place, you step out into the night, the cool air invigorating your senses.
The journey to the old abandoned mill is uneventful. The forest around you is quiet, the usual sounds of nocturnal creatures conspicuously absent. It seems even nature holds its breath in anticipation. When you arrive at the mill, Seonghwa is already there, his figure silhouetted against the twilight sky.
"Y/n," he greets you, his voice steady and filled with resolve. "Everything is prepared?"
You nod, handing him the satchel. "The net, the potion, and the weapons are all ready. Remember, we need to keep the werewolf conscious to administer the antidote."
Seonghwa takes the satchel, inspecting its contents before nodding in approval. "Understood. I have ensured the area is clear of villagers. We should set the trap inside the mill, where we can control the environment."
Together, you move into the mill, its dilapidated structure providing the perfect cover for your ambush. You work quickly, setting up the enchanted net and positioning the potion to lure the werewolf. The silver weapons are placed within easy reach, ready for when the beast arrives.
As you finish the preparations, Seonghwa glances at you, his expression serious. "Are you ready, Y/n? This will be dangerous."
You meet his gaze, a determined look in your eyes. "I am ready, Seonghwa. Let us end this curse and bring peace to the kingdom."
The two of you take your positions, the anticipation heavy in the air. The moon rises high, casting a silver glow over the abandoned mill. You and Seonghwa are both on edge, every rustle of leaves and distant noises setting your nerves on edge. The anticipation is almost unbearable, the silence of the night amplifying every sound. Minutes stretch into what feels like hours, and you find yourself constantly glancing at the enchanted net, hoping to see it ensnare the beast.
"Something doesn't feel right," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
Seonghwa nods, his eyes scanning the surrounding forest. "We've been here for hours. The werewolf should have appeared by now."
You tighten your grip on the vial of potion, a sense of unease settling in your stomach. The plan seemed flawless, the preparations meticulous. But the absence of the werewolf gnaws at you, a nagging doubt that something has gone awry.
"We need to reassess," you say, your tone firm. "Let's check the perimeter again. Maybe we missed something."
Seonghwa agrees, and the two of you move cautiously around the mill, inspecting every corner and shadow. The forest remains eerily silent, the usual sounds of nocturnal creatures conspicuously absent. As you complete your circuit, you realize with growing certainty that the werewolf is not coming.
Back inside the mill, Seonghwa looks at you, frustration evident on his face. "What do we do now? We've prepared everything, but there's no sign of the beast."
You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts. "If the werewolf isn't here, it must have moved to another region. We need to find out where it went and why."
Seonghwa nods, though his expression is troubled. "But how? We have no leads, no idea where to start."
You think for a moment, then a spark of inspiration strikes. "We can use a scrying spell. It will allow us to locate the werewolf, wherever it might be. But I will need a quiet, undisturbed space to perform the ritual."
Seonghwa immediately offers his assistance. "My quarters at the castle are secure. We can go there. It's not far."
You nod in agreement, gathering your tools and the enchanted net. "Let's hurry. The longer we wait, the more destruction the werewolf could cause."
The journey to the castle is swift, the urgency of the situation driving you both forward. Seonghwa's quarters are indeed secure. His room is a study in restrained elegance, a sanctuary within the castle's austere walls. It is spacious yet intimate, reflecting both his noble status and practical sensibilities. The stone walls are draped with rich, dark tapestries depicting scenes of valor and chivalry, their deep hues absorbing the flickering light from the hearth.
The room is dominated by a large, four-poster bed, its sturdy wooden frame carved with intricate designs of knights and mythical creatures. The bed is dressed in fine linens of dark green and deep burgundy, colors that evoke the forest and the blood of battles fought and won. A heavy, velvet canopy hangs overhead, adding a touch of regal splendor to the otherwise spartan room.
Beside the bed stands a robust oak table, its surface cluttered with maps, scrolls, and an assortment of weapons meticulously arranged for easy access.
Across the room, a tall, narrow window is framed by heavy drapes that can be drawn to block out the world or left open to let in the light and air. The window overlooks the castle's courtyard, providing a view of the training grounds where Seonghwa hones his skills. Below the window, a low bench is laden with books and manuscripts, subjects ranging from ancient lore to modern tactics, evidence of his unending quest for knowledge.
In one corner of the room, a simple yet sturdy wooden chest holds his personal effects, its surface bearing the scars of many journeys. On top of the chest lies a small collection of mementos: a faded ribbon, a carved figurine, and a few letters tied with a weathered piece of string, tokens of a life filled with duty and moments of quiet reflection.
After Seonghwa moves aside his belongings for you; you set up your scrying materials on the large wooden table, arranging the crystals and maps with practiced precision.
“I have to warn you…this is a very intense ritual, you may have to look away.” You carefully explain to him, getting ready to start.
“I don’t see why I would need to look away.” He raises his brow in confusion, and you let out a small laugh at his expression.
“You’ll see why, trust me.” You simply say, while he looks at you dumbfoundedly.
Seonghwa watches intently as you begin the ritual. You light a series of candles, their flames flickering gently, and place a large, clear crystal in the center of the table. Murmuring incantations, you wave your hands over the crystal, feeling the familiar tug of magic flow through you.
The crystal begins to glow softly, your incantations grow louder and louder, and you begin to be lifted off the ground. Your eyes go white, and the tattoos on your skin start glowing, almost lighting up the whole room by themselves.
Images start to form within its depths. At first, they are blurry and indistinct, so you recite your words with more force. The light from your tattoos burns through your clothes, leaving you basically naked. Seonghwa gasps at the sight, and rushes to cover his eyes (and the blush on his cheeks).
Finally, the images gradually sharpen, revealing a dense forest quite far away from your current location. You see the werewolf, its massive form prowling through the underbrush, eyes glowing with an unnatural light.
"It's in the Blackwood Forest," you say, your voice steady despite the strain of maintaining the spell. "Far to the east. It must have sensed our presence and fled."
"That forest is remote and dangerous. Few venture there. It's the perfect place for the werewolf to hide." Seonghwa notes.
You nod, releasing the spell. You fall to the floor with a loud thud, making you wince in pain. The knight quickly looks up because of the sudden noise, and as he notices you, he rushes to grab a blanket from his bed. He carefully drapes it around your shoulders, and you hug it tightly, covering yourself up. He sits next to you on the floor.
“Are you alright Y/n?” He asks worriedly.
“Yes, I am, don’t worry,” you begin to say. “But I thought you said that I would never be unsafe around you.” You joke, bursting out laughing.
“Sorry, guess I should've put down a pillow beforehand.” He rubs his neck, laughing lightly as well.
You bask in each other's presence for a bit, before you stand up to extinguish the candles.
“Oh, hold on, I’ll get you some clothes.” He says, getting shy at the realization that the small blanket barely leaves anything to the imagination. He fidgets through his wardrobe, and when he finds something he thinks you’d be comfortable in, he hands it to you. He goes to turn around to let you change, but you stop him, since at the flick of your fingers, you’re suddenly dressed in his clothing. An oversized, white long sleeved shirt of light textile, and brown pants of the same material. It’s definitely not your usual look, but it sure is comfortable.
“I don’t have shoes that fit you, but I’ll carry you on my back wherever we go, I promise.” You giggle at his proposition, but shake it off anyway, thinking that he’s just joking.
"We need to get to the forest, and quickly. The path is long, and the longer we delay, the more people are at risk."
Seonghwa stands, his expression resolute. "I'll arrange for horses and supplies. We leave at first light,” you nod. “You can stay here and go to bed, it’s late. I’ll be back in no time.” He speaks, before rushing out the door. You sigh, looking around you. You are pretty tired after everything that happened today, and you need to rest to recover your magical abilities, so you carefully get into Seonghwa’s bed, feeling like you’re intruding,but he did give you permission after all. You doze off almost immediately.
𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @northerngalxy @danirael @bikiniholic @yeosangsbiceps @tinyelfperson @lexiigom
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 - ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙 (𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕫 𝕗𝕚𝕔)
♡ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: none in particular so far, some ateez members mentioned
♡ 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fantasy: sort of medival au i guess (i was inspired by The Witcher tho)
♡ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2k
♡ 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Hongjoong Of Dongchang, king of the Dongchang kingdom, seeks out the help of the most well-known sorceress there is in the region, Y/n Vathelvai, to help cure his brother Mingi from a curse who turned him into a monster. She accepts with a lack of certainty, but she won't be alone at the job, as the king sends his best knight, Seonghwa, to guard her. Who knows what misadventures they might go through along the way...
♡ 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: none yet
♡ 𝖆/𝖓: finally back to writing again :) hope you like this luvs!!
You finish consuming your breakfast, prepared to embark on the day's tasks. Today, your objective is to venture into the nearby forest to gather essential ingredients for several potions you need to concoct.
“Oh, look who’s up early today.” You smile as you bend down to pet your black cat, Emberglow. Judging by the position of the sun, it must be no later than eight o'clock. You rise to feed her, and after gathering your remaining items, you are ready to depart from your wooden cabin.
As you open the door, you immediately notice a beige envelope adorned with a red wax seal. You pick it up and observe the initials of the Dongchang Kingdom on the seal. Puzzled, you decide to open it, and as you begin to read, each word leaves you increasingly perplexed.
“Dear Y/n Vathelvai,
I write to you personally, as the greatness of your power as a sorceress is well known throughout the region, and I am in desperate need of your assistance.
Please come see me as soon as you receive this letter.
Very sincerely, Hongjoong of Dongchang.”
You sigh, contemplating whether it is prudent to visit the king. Although you are not particularly fond of the monarchy, the prospect of a reward is enticing. If the king himself is seeking the aid of a mere sorceress, it must be a matter of great significance, promising a substantial reward.
The journey to the king's castle is lengthy, as your abode is quite remote from any civilization.
“This trip better be worth it.” You murmur, dismounting your horse, Dragonheart. You tether her to a post and bid her farewell.
“His Majesty is not receiving visitors at this time. Return later, woman.” Two guards block your entry to the castle, their expressions superior and haughty.
“My name is Y/n Vathelvai, and I demand respect, considering that the monarch urgently requires my assistance.” You retort, crossing your arms and adopting a defiant stance. Their smug grins vanish instantly, replaced by expressions of regret.
“We are deeply sorry. Please proceed, miss.” They open the heavy wooden door for you, and you enter the premises.
Entering the great hall, one was immediately struck by the sheer scale and majesty of the room. The high vaulted ceiling soared above, supported by massive wooden beams intricately carved with the crests and motifs of the noble family. These beams, darkened by age and smoke from countless fires, seemed to whisper tales of the past as they stretched across the room.
Stone walls, thick and formidable, enclosed the space, adorned with colorful tapestries that depicted epic battles, noble hunts, and legendary feats of heroism.
At the far end of the hall, an imposing hearth dominated the room. The fireplace, large enough for several men to stand within, blazed with a roaring fire that cast flickering shadows across the flagstone floor. Above the hearth, a grand mantle displayed the family's coat of arms, a proud emblem of their lineage and legacy.
Long wooden tables stretched the length of the hall, flanked by sturdy benches. These tables are the heart of the castle's social life, where lords and ladies, knights and squires, and even the humble servants would gather for meals, celebrations, and council. During feasts, the tables would groan under the weight of roasted meats, fresh bread, and flagons of ale, the air filled with the hearty sounds of laughter, conversation, and the occasional tune from a minstrel's lute.
At the head of the hall, on a raised dais, stood the lord's table, more elaborately adorned than the rest. Here, the lord and his family would sit, their places marked by high-backed chairs that signified their status. The table often bore fine silverware and goblets, and the food served here was the finest the castle's kitchens could offer.
Above, the minstrels' gallery provided a space for musicians and entertainers, their melodies drifting down to mingle with the clatter of dishes and the murmur of voices. The high windows, often narrow and filled with stained glass, allowed shafts of colored light to pierce the hall, creating patterns on the stone floor and adding a touch of ethereal beauty to the room.
In the quiet moments, when the hall was empty, the echoes of past festivities seemed to linger in the air. The great hall was not just a room; it was a living testament to the life of the castle, a place where history was made, and where the fabric of medieval life was woven with threads of duty, honor, and tradition.
“You must be Y/n, please follow me.” A guard says, noticing you as you survey the surroundings.
You follow the unknown man along the hall, where he guides you to another wooden door.
“His Majesty is waiting inside for you. Please, come in.”
You cautiously open the door, and despite the room's vastness, you quickly make eye contact with the monarch. As you step through the grand archway, the sight before you is nothing short of awe-inspiring.
Massive stone pillars lined the length of the room, their sheer size and craftsmanship is a testament to the kingdom's wealth and strength.
The floor is a mosaic of polished marble, its cold surface gleaming in the dim light that filters through the stained-glass windows. As the sunlight poured through them, it cast a kaleidoscope of colors across the room.
Chandeliers of wrought iron hung from the high ceiling, each arm holding a multitude of candles that flickered gently, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. The air was scented with a faint hint of beeswax and incense, creating an ambiance that was both solemn and grand.
You make your way down the long, velvety red rug. Before you, upon a raised dais, stood the throne itself. It was an imposing seat of power, hewn from dark wood and adorned with gilded accents. The back of the throne rose high, carved into the shape of a majestic dragon, its wings unfurled and eyes set with glistening rubies that seemed to watch over the room with a fierce, silent vigilance. Cushioned in deep crimson velvet, the throne was a symbol of the monarch's might and the weight of their responsibilities.
As you approached the dais, the guards stationed along the walls stood at attention, their armor polished to a high sheen, their faces stoic and unwavering. The room, despite its grandeur, held a palpable tension, a reminder of the power that resided within these walls.
“Greetings, my dear,” a young king greets you. Hongjoong, he hasn’t been a lord for too long. His parents, the previous monarchs, died of illness some time ago.
You stand before him, nodding your head as a way of greeting. He tilts his head at your lack of reverence but decides to overlook it due to the importance of the matter.
“I’m glad you made it. You’ll see, I’m in need of your magic abilities.” He sighs, clearly not being very amused by having to ask you for help.
“Tell me more.” You say, crossing your arms, hoping that it’s worth your time.
“I’ll get straight to the point. My brother Mingi has been turned into a monster.”
“I wasn’t aware that Your Majesty had a brother.” You deflect a bit, foolishly thinking that he’s just exaggerating things.
“Well, technically I don’t; we’re not blood-related, but he is like a brother to me, and I need you to help him become human again.” He pleads, eyes full of sorrow, making you sigh.
“What exactly happened?” You inquire.
“Around a few nights ago, I was unable to sleep, so I decided to walk the halls, hoping to clear my mind. My people had been talking of strange occurrences in the night, of livestock found dead and villagers who had gone missing. I had dismissed these tales as mere superstition, yet a growing unease gnawed at me.
As I passed by the door to Mingi's chambers, a low, guttural growl stopped me in my tracks. I froze. The growl came again, more pronounced this time, a sound no human should make.
I called out to him, but there was no answer, only the sound of labored breathing from the other side of the door. I hesitated, then pushed the door open. The scene before me was one of horror and disbelief.
Mingi was on the floor, writhing in pain. His body was contorting, bones cracking and shifting under his skin. His eyes, usually a dark brown, were now a feral yellow, and his face was twisted in agony. He begged me for help, his voice was a desperate plea, barely recognizable through the snarls and growls. My heart was pounding in my chest. He managed to mention that it started a few nights ago, and that the pain was unbearable. His transformation continued. His hands clawed at the stone floor, fingers elongating into sharp claws. My mind raced. I had heard legends of werewolves, tales told by the old and superstitious, but I had never believed them to be true. Yet there, in front of me, my brother became one of those very creatures.
I locked him up in his room, hoping that he would be back to being a human in the morning, but no, the transformation seemed to be permanent this time. He escaped through the window, destroying it in the process. He’s been spotted around farms, and the outskirts of the village ever since.” The monarch explains carefully, without a lack of details.
“Werewolves aren’t common in this region, this seems like a curse to me.” You voice, recalling someone from your past, though you quickly dismiss those thoughts as they make no sense.
“That seems to be the case, which is why I sought your help.” Hongjoong agrees with you.
“What’s in it for me then?” You ask, despite the intriguing nature of the case, not willing to work for free. The monarch lets out a laugh at your inquiry.
“Oh, dear, I am the king. I could grant you anything your heart desires. And believe me, if you perform your task correctly, I will.” He says with a cheeky grin, and you nod.
“Very well, then we have a deal.” You simply say, turning around to leave, but his voice stops you.
“Not so fast my lady.” You turn back again, looking annoyed, but urging him to continue. “My best man, the head knight of my guard will accompany you to ensure your safety, of course.” You roll your eyes.
“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Just say you want to keep an eye on me to make sure I actually do the job.” You speak forcefully.
“Well, if that’s what you think, I won't say otherwise. He’ll come by your house tomorrow morning, at sunrise, so you can begin your journey.” He finishes.
It is nearly nighttime by the time you reach your home again. You had stopped along the way to retrieve various herbs you needed, spending the last hours of the day preparing concoctions to stock up for your new mission. In Particular, you prepared wolfsbane, the antidote for lycanthropy.
Getting into bed, you couldn’t help but wonder what surprises the universe has up his sleeve for you, following this new task of yours.
You’ll just have to wait and see.
𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @northerngalxy @danirael @bikiniholic @yeosangsbiceps @tinyelfperson
finally done with classes until sept, so my only responsibility now is work (which I only go to a few hours per day). I've been playing The Witcher lately, and it's bringing me some inspo, so expect something soon ‼️‼️‼️
