Pairing: Igris x Daughter!Reader (Family) Sung Jin-woo x Reincarnated!Reader(Romance)
The Princess of The Blood-red Commander Igris
Synopsis: Igris shares his story before he became a shadow. Weeks later at the competition where jinwoo meets Kim Chul and Cha Hea-In after the reincarnation cup Igris recognize his daughter's soul in another competitor.
(1/2)
(2/2)
Pairing: Sung Jin-woo x reader
Memories
Synopsis: A dungeon that makes your enemy take the form of your loved one. In your case, it's your husband Jin-woo.
Pairing: Sung Jin-woo&daughter
Sung Jin-woo x reader
Appa!
Synopsis: A rare occasion when jinwoo voluntary leaves work early to pick his daughter up from daycare. ps. dungeons and hunters don't exist.
Pairing: Sung Jin-woo x princess!reader
Confession by the balcony
Synopsis: After being away for three years to fight in the war and winning, Jinwoo comes back to the kingdom as a hero. The youngest princess of the imperial family whom Jinwoo had a friend relationship with before the war, takes his reward by the balcony.
Pairing: Baek Yoon-ho x reader
The man that he is...
Synopsis: Yoon-ho is a large man and that's no secret, so having his large hands cupping your bare waist from behind and seeing how close his thumbs are together drive him crazy.
Solo Leveling: Ragnarok
introduction of oc
Pairing: Sung Suho x Oc (without a name)
Hi! Ms pretty noona!
Chap2
DC
Pairing: Damian Al Ghul-Wayne x Ex-redroom student! reader
First meeting to how it's going
Synopsis: How Damian first met you to how your relationship is going.
Pairing: Damian Wayne x Wanda! reader
Hey-
Synopsis: You've known him longer. You've been with him longer. You loved him first! - so why was he kissing another?
Pairing: Damian Wayne x Smallville! reader
Soulmates
Synopsis: When you were young you wrote a message for your soulmate only for them to answer in scribbles you can't understand
Actors
Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x Reader
Number
Synopsis: You were just going back to your apartment after a long day at work when you spot a cute guy on your local train station.
Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x Singer! Reader
I want to see you again
Synopsis: Being invited to an interview with the purpose of sharing your life before and after being a singer. A precious person from these memories were brought back
Boruto: Naruto Next Generations
Pairing: Shikadai Nara x Reader
Girls, Crushes, and... fries??
Synopsis: You've known him since.. well your whole life but something changes and you don't know how? when? why?
Description: You've known him since.. well your whole life but something changes and you don't know how? when? why?
Warning: Basically none but just in case, Boruto's twin! Reader
a/n: I have no idea what this is
You have known him for as long as you can remember.
Not in fragments or distant memories, but in something steadyâsomething constant. Your fathers had been friends since their academy days, fought side by side, and eventually became two of the most important figures in Konoha.
So their children grew up together.
It was inevitable.
You, your twin, Boruto, and Shikadai.
A small, inseparable circle.
Back then, everything felt simple. Days passed in laughter, in arguments that never lasted, in the quiet understanding that no matter what happened, the three of you would always find your way back to each other.
And you did.
For a while.
Until things began to change.
Not abruptly. Not in a way that demanded attention.
Just⊠gradually.
Academy life pulled you in different directions. Expectations grew heavier. Responsibilities followed. And somewhere along the way, you found yourself spending more time with Sarada and Chocho.
It felt natural.
Comforting, even.
You still saw the boys, of course. Still spoke to them, still laughed with them.
But something had shifted.
You just didnât realize what.
Not yet.
Because it is easy to ignore something when it does not yet have a name.
It startedâthough you would only understand this much laterâaround the time Mitsuki transferred into your class.
At the time, it felt like nothing.
Just small things.
Like catching yourself looking at Shikadai a little longer than necessary during discussions.
Or how your eyes instinctively searched for him the moment you stepped into a room you knew he would be in.
The way your face warmed when he smiledâsomething Sarada never failed to notice.
The way his voice seemed softer when he said your name.
You told yourself it was nothing.
That he treated you differently because you had grown up together.
Because you were practically family.
Because he saw you as a sister.
That thought should have settled everything.
Instead, it left a strange, quiet ache in your chest.
And then there were his eyes.
A calm, steady green that had become far too easy to lose yourself in.
And when he stood too closeâ
Your thoughts scattered.
Your senses sharpened.
Your heart reacted in a way that felt unfamiliar, unsettling.
You had experienced crushes before.
You had read enough to recognize the signs.
And yetâŠ
This felt different.
Deeper.
Harder to understand.
So you did the only thing you could think of.
You told Sarada and Chocho.
---
Thunder Burger was your usual place.
It was easy, familiarâsomewhere you didnât have to think too much. The three of you had planned to meet after your missions, a simple way to unwind before heading home.
It started the way it always did.
Light conversations.
Complaints about missions.
Chocho talking about food.
Sarada bringing up something mildly concerning that somehow turned into gossip.
Normal.
Comfortable.
Until it wasnât.
âWhat would you say ifâŠâ you started, trying to keep your tone casual, âI might have a sort of⊠tiny bit liking to someone?â
Chocho immediately leaned forward. âWaitâcould it be what I think it is?â
âI donât know,â you admitted quietly.
âWho? Is itââ
âWait,â Chocho cut Sarada off, eyes narrowing playfully. âLet her say it first.â
You blinked, confused. âWhat?â
âIgnore that. Tell us who it is,â Chocho insisted. âDo we know him? And more importantlyâis it actually a crush or are you in love?â
Your face burned instantly.
From the corner of your eye, you saw Saradaâs glasses fog slightly.
âIâuhââ You stumbled over your words, flustered. âJustâpromise this stays between us.â
They both nodded without hesitation.
You took a breath.
âItâs shikaââ
â_____, you want fries?â
You nearly jumped out of your seat.
Your heart leapt straight into your throat as Shikadaiâs hand appeared beside you, casually holding out a carton of fries like he hadnât just materialized out of nowhere.
âWhatâ?!â You turned sharply, eyes wide. âHow long have you been there?!â
Sarada adjusted her glasses quickly. âSeriously!â
âHm?â Inojin leaned back from the booth behind yours. âWeâve been here for a while. You didnât notice?â
You definitely would have noticed.
Right?
A flicker of unease settled in your chest.
Your gaze shiftedâpast Inojin, past Mitsukiâand landed on Shikadai.
He looked the same as always.
Unbothered.
Calm.
Like nothing had happened.
âYou didnât hear anything, did you?â you asked carefully.
He raised an eyebrow slightly.
âNot really. We knew you were here, but we were focused on the game.â
He gestured faintly to the console in his hand. The others held theirs up as well.
You exhaled.
Relief came too quickly.
âAnyway,â he added, extending the fries toward you again, âdo you want these? I ordered extra. Itâd be a hassle to return them.â
You hesitated before taking them.
ââŠThanks.â
Your fingers brushed his.
It shouldnât have mattered.
But it did.
You pulled your hand back a little too quickly.
âSit properly,â he muttered when you shifted awkwardly in your seat, tone casual, almost absentminded.
Like it was normal for him to notice.
Like it was nothing.
You turned back to Sarada and Chocho, face still warm.
They were staring at you.
Chocho with a knowing look.
Sarada tryingâand failingânot to react.
You shook your head slightly, silently begging them to drop it.
They didnât.
But the boysâ voices picked up behind you, loud enough to interrupt everything else.
The moment passed.
Just like that.
And yetâ
You couldnât focus anymore.
Because now he was right there.
Close enough to hear.
Close enough to matter.
Close enough to make everything feel worse.
You stared down at the fries in your hands.
You were supposed to be confessing.
About him.
And nowâ
He was sitting just behind you.
Unaware.
Unbothered.
Completely normal.
While you felt like everything inside you had been turned upside down.
Shikadaiâs POV
Shikadai didnât think much of it when they walked into Thunder Burger.
It was the usual place.
The usual time.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Until he saw you.
Sitting with Sarada and Chocho, already in the middle of a conversation, your expression more animated than usual.
He paused for a second.
Then kept walking.
No reason to think too much about it.
They took the booth behind yours.
Inojin talked.
Boruto complained.
Mitsuki observed.
Shikadai leaned back slightly, console in hand, posture relaxed.
Easy.
Quiet.
Simple.
At first, he didnât pay attention to you.
There was no need to.
ââŠI might have a sort of⊠tiny bit liking to someone.â
His thumb stilled.
Just briefly.
He didnât look up.
Didnât react.
ââŠWaitâcould it be what I think it is?â
ââŠI donât know.â
Your voice.
Softer than usual.
He frowned slightly.
Not enough to turn around.
Just enough to listen.
ââŠtell us who this guy isâŠâ
ââŠis it actually a crush or are you in loveâŠâ
Love.
The word lingered longer than it should have.
Unwelcome.
ââŠpromise this stays between us three.â
There was a pause.
And without meaning toâ
He listened.
âitâs shikaââ
He moved.
Before the rest of your sentence could exist.
No hesitation.
No second thought.
Just instinct.
By the time he registered it, he was already beside your table, holding out the fries he barely remembered ordering.
â_____, you want fries?â
You startled immediately.
Good.
That shifted everything.
ââŠHow long have you been there?!â
Inojin answered.
Shikadai let him.
He kept his expression neutral, gaze steady, posture loose.
Like nothing had happened.
âYou didnât hear anything, did you?â
You were looking at him carefully.
Waiting.
He met your gaze without hesitation.
âNot really. We were focused on the game.â
It was easier that way.
âAnyway,â he added, offering the fries again, âI ordered extra. Itâd be a hassle to return them.â
You took them.
Your fingers brushed his.
He noticed.
He always noticed.
You pulled away quickly.
He didnât react.
âSit properly,â he said when he saw you adjusting, tone quiet, casual.
It came naturally.
Like it always did.
Small things.
Unintentional.
He stepped back after that, returning to his seat.
Like nothing had changed.
Like everything was normal.
But if he hadnât movedâ
If he had stayedâ
If you had finished that sentenceâ
Then what?
He leaned back, eyes on the screen again.
But his focus wasnât there.
Not anymore.
Because now he was aware.
Of you.
Of how close you were.
Of how you sounded earlier.
Of what you almost said.
Troublesome.
Thatâs what this was.
It would be easier to ignore it.
Pretend nothing happened.
Butâ
His gaze flickered briefly toward your back.
You, who had always been there.
You, who had started to drift away.
You, who had justâ
âitâs shikaââ
He looked back at the screen.
Unbothered.
As always.
Even ifâ
for the first timeâ
he wasnât entirely sure that was true.
â
Got youâthis will be **pure Shikadai POV**, reflective, soft, and showing that his feelings started *way earlier* than yours. Iâll keep Boruto as the chaotic core of the trio, while Shikadai observes quietly.
---
Shikadai doesnât remember when it started.
Thatâs the most troublesome part.
If he could point to a momentâsomething clear, something definiteâthen maybe it would be easier to understand.
But there wasnât one.
Because you had always been there.
Before the academy.
Before responsibilities.
Before things became complicated.
Back when everything was simple.
â
âOi, youâre cheating!â
âI am not!â
âYou moved it!â
âI didnât!â
âYou definitely did!â
âThatâs because youâre slow, Shikadai!â
ââŠThat doesnât even make sense.â
Borutoâs voice was loud, insistent, and completely wrong, as usual.
Shikadai sighed, already feeling the familiar weight of a headache forming. Across from him, you sat with your arms crossed, clearly taking Borutoâs side for no logical reason other thanâ
Well.
You just did.
âJust admit you lost,â you added, tilting your chin up slightly.
Shikadai glanced at you.
You looked so sure of yourself.
So certain.
Even when you werenât.
ââŠTroublesome,â he muttered.
But he let it go.
He always did.
Because arguing with Boruto was pointless.
And arguing with youâ
Was worse.
Not because you were louder.
Not because you were harder to beat in an argument.
But because, somehow, you always made it harder for him to win.
Not in the game.
In everything else.
â
Boruto was the center of it all.
Loud.
Impulsive.
Always dragging the two of you into something.
And Shikadai followed.
Not because he wanted to.
At least, thatâs what he told himself.
But because you were there.
Running after Boruto, laughing, arguing, keeping up with his chaos like it was the easiest thing in the world.
Shikadai stayed a few steps behind most of the time.
Watching.
Observing.
Letting things unfold.
It was easier that way.
Less troublesome.
Exceptâ
You had a habit of turning back.
âShikadai, hurry up!â
Heâd sigh.
âWhy? Itâs not like youâre going anywhere important.â
âStill!â
And youâd wait.
Even when Boruto kept going ahead.
Even when there was no reason to.
Youâd wait.
For him.
â
He noticed things.
Small things.
Things that didnât matter.
Things that *shouldnât* matter.
Like how you always sat next to him without thinking about it.
How you complained the most when he didnât show up.
How you trusted him to fix things when Boruto made a mess of them.
âShikadai, do something.â
ââŠWhy me?â
âBecause you can.â
It wasnât said like a question.
It was said like a fact.
And somehowâ
That made it harder to refuse.
So he did.
Every time.
â
There were days youâd get hurt.
Nothing serious.
Just scraped knees, small cuts, the usual.
Boruto would laugh.
Youâd glare at him.
And Shikadaiâ
ââŠYou should clean that.â
âIâm fine.â
âYouâre not.â
ââŠYou sound like my mom.â
âYou say that like itâs a bad thing.â
Youâd huff, but youâd let him help anyway.
Sitting still for once.
Letting him take care of it.
Trusting him.
Always trusting him.
He didnât think much of it back then.
It was just⊠normal.
You were part of his routine.
Like the clouds he watched.
Like the games he played.
Like Boruto being loud.
You were just there.
Constant.
Expected.
â
Until you werenât.
Not in the same way.
â
Academy life changed things.
Not immediately.
Not dramatically.
But enough.
You started spending more time with Sarada and Chocho.
Laughing with them the same way you used to laugh with him.
Talking about things he didnât really care about.
Things he didnât understand.
He told himself it didnât matter.
People change.
It was natural.
Less trouble for him.
More quiet.
More space.
That shouldâve been a good thing.
So whyâ
ââŠWhereâs _____?â
He didnât mean to ask.
The question slipped out before he could stop it.
Boruto blinked. âHuh? Probably with Sarada or something.â
ââŠOh.â
That was it.
That shouldâve been it.
But it wasnât.
Because he noticed.
He noticed when you stopped sitting next to him.
When you stopped calling for him to catch up.
When you stoppedâ
Waiting.
And thatâ
That was new.
â
Mitsuki transferring didnât seem important at first.
Just another student.
Another presence.
Another variable in an already predictable routine.
But things shifted after that.
Not around Mitsuki.
Around you.
Shikadai noticed it before you did.
The way your gaze lingered.
The way your voice changedâjust slightlyâwhen you spoke to him.
The way you seemed more aware of him.
More careful.
More distant.
And closer at the same time.
It didnât make sense.
And he didnât like things that didnât make sense.
â
He caught you staring once.
Just once.
You looked away immediately.
Too quickly.
ââŠWhat?â
âNothing!â
Too fast.
Too defensive.
He watched you for a second longer.
Then looked away.
ââŠYouâre weird.â
âYouâre weirder.â
ââŠThat doesnât even make sense.â
It didnât.
But neither did the way his chest felt.
â
He started noticing more after that.
Things he hadnât paid attention to before.
Like how your expressions softened when you looked at him.
How your reactions felt⊠different.
How you stood just a little closer than necessary.
And how, sometimesâ
You pulled away just as quickly.
Like you were unsure.
Like you were trying to figure something out.
â
Shikadai didnât like complicated things.
He avoided them.
Ignored them.
Let them pass.
But thisâ
This had been there longer than he wanted to admit.
Long before the academy.
Long before Mitsuki.
Long before you started looking at him differently.
Because if he was being honestâ
He had noticed you first.
Not in a sudden way.
Not in a way that made sense.
But in the quiet, gradual way that things become important without you realizing it.
The way you always waited for him.
The way you always chose him.
The way you trusted him without question.
It had settled somewhere along the way.
Without permission.
Without warning.
Without a clear beginning.
â
And nowâ
Now you were changing.
Looking at him like you were starting to understand something he had been ignoring for years.
And thatâ
That was troublesome.
Because if you figured it outâ
Then he would have to face it too.
â
Shikadai leaned back, eyes drifting up toward the sky.
Clouds moved slowly overhead.
Unbothered.
Uncomplicated.
Easy.
ââŠTroublesome,â he muttered under his breath.
But this timeâ
There was no real intention of walking away from it.
mrs dot kennedy ââââââââ (re9) l. kennedy
summary . . . after finishing his most recent mission, leon can finally focus on making amends with you years after the divorce.
notes. i have been down bad in my leon era for years now and requiem gave me the motivation to start writing for him. i wrote this at work in two hours, and then an hour at home. ngl, my bad if the time line is wonky bc the timeline for re is weird for me đ¶ââïž i had to use the wiki site for this.
tags ââââââââ fluff & angst, ranges from the years of re2 to re9, contains spoilers for requiem. cw, mentions of alcoholism because of ven!leon. word count: 3.1k words.
Leon Kennedy married at the age of 27.
It was shortly after he returned from his mission abroad in Spain. But it only lasted for 9 years.
Heâs 49 now and heâs been divorced for 13 years. He has many regrets in his life, being the cause of his divorce is his biggest one.
Heâs on the road, driving above the speed limit to get to his destination quicker. There is a beautiful bouquet sitting in the passenger seat of his expensive car. Every time he presses his foot against the brake pedal at a yellow light turning red, his eyes glance over it to make sure itâs not about to fly off.
He couldnât let them get ruined before presenting them to his ex wife.
You were the greatest thing that happened to him since that fateful night in Raccoon City. Itâs been 13 years, and he still believes you were the only good thing to happen at all in his twisted life. The marriage might have been short, but he cherishes the moments.
Your love, your touch, your presence.
He met you through Claire. He liked to talk to her from time to time and see how she was doing. Although, their conversations werenât very consistent. It never took long for her to bring up the same name each time. Yours. You worked at TerraSave with her. She always spoke so highly of you.
Maybe he felt a little envious that she found friendships easier than he did. Yet, it did leave him curious as to who you were. He eventually met you one day. There you were, attached to Claireâs hip. It was nice to put a face to a name.
He couldnât deny the sudden attraction. He reached out to you in secret after everything was said and done.
Claire would forgive him for stealing her friend away, wouldnât she? Now, instead of him hearing about you, Claire was hearing about him through you. You knew she probably found you very insufferable when that engagement ring appeared on your finger.
He slowly circled the parking lot of TerraSave, scanning the remaining vehicles. There werenât many. Just the usual workers who stayed after hours to finish their assignments. You and him had that bad habit of overworking. He eventually spotted your car. He should know it. He bought it for you after all.
Leon held back his smirk when he saw the empty parking spots surrounding your car.
Perfect. Everything was going according to plan.
He parked beside you and turned off the engine. He took in a deep breath and exhaled. He pocketed his keys, unbuckled his seatbelt, and grabbed the bouquet. He checked over it. Still in good condition. He opened the car door, his boots stepping on gravel.
He knew very well what he was doing. He intentionally wore his usual attire that you always had your gaze wandering over to him. His leather jacket, his dark jeans, a tight fitting shirt underneath. Though, he did feel a little ridiculous because it reminded him of being in school and trying to get your crushâs attention.
Leon closed his car door and held the bouquet in both hands. His eyes went from your car to his. What would be better? For you to find him on yours or his? He decided on yours, and when he was practicing which pose he should go with, he got caught by some young male employee walking by. The two of them stared at each other and had an unspoken agreement to pretend that didnât happen.
He laid the bouquet on the hood of your car and leaned against it. He closed his eyes briefly, taking another moment to inhale and exhale. He would fully admit that he was nervous.
He began to think back to the moments that led him here. Working under the DSO and the horrors that heâd seen had affected him deeply. He knew it, and instead of relying on you or others for help, he turned to his vices. Leon allowed his drinking habits to get out of order. The arguments ensued. You told him to stop, he did for a few months, and heâd come home drunk after a grueling mission.
He never knew when your breaking moment occurred. He only remembered that when you said the word, divorce, he snapped out of his drunken haze. Only then did he start begging for you to reconsider. Heâd even fallen to his knees, arms wrapped around your legs, telling you how heâd get the help he needed. Anything to get you to stay. But you were firm.
It hurt so badly to see you sign your name followed by âKennedyâ on those divorce papers.
More than all those times he got launched into oblivion by some bio weapon.
You separated. He moved out to some apartment. Now he drank because his life was shitty and you were gone.
You two were very cordial with each other. There werenât any hard feelings and Leon never blamed you for the decision you took. He pushed you to it. So, in this new arrangement, he felt like he owed you something. He paid his and your bills, he sent you money, he took care of any problems you might have, and he bought you any necessities. And at least, in this way, he was still taking care of you like he promised you in his vows.
He got better after he helped Chris take down Arias. He focused on himself. And really, he wanted to fix things with you in the following months of his mission in Alcatraz.
But when his thumb hovered over your contact in his phone, he stopped. Something held him back. The doubt crawled. What if he found himself falling into that dark space again? The thoughts continued to fester. He wasnât good enough, and you deserved better.
2016. 2017. 2018. 2019. 2020.
The years started to fly by. Every single damn time he went to call you, he held himself back. When he finally decided, no more, he found out he was infected. Despair filled his heart. Why now? He couldnât go back to you like this. So he put it on hold.
He would fix things with you once he found a cure for this. Helping himself and the others infected with the same thing was part of his motivation. The other part? The absolute refusal of dying before repairing your relationship.
The mission was brutal. But like all the others, he pushed through. There were times his infection got the better of him and he did lose a little bit of hope. He was on edge wondering if his time was finally up.
Whenever he fell unconscious, he saw you. Your bright and glossy eyes when he got on one knee. You, in your beautiful white dress, approaching where he waited at the altar. Leon remembered shedding tears at how gorgeous you looked on your shared special day.
No, he couldnât die here. Not yet. Not when he still wanted you.
He pushed through, and succeeded. You were his motivation.
And once he settled back to normal, he made his plan. Now, in the parking lot of TerraSave, heâd wait here as long as he needed to for you to come out. He opened his eyes again, filled with determination as the sky changed colors.
The parking lot began to empty as more employees clocked out.
Untilâ
Click. Click. Click. The sound your heels made on the pavement made his head snap in your direction. You were searching for your keys in your purse. You let out an annoyed huff. Why didnât you get them before you left your office? Same problem at the end of every day. The lanyard around your neck was also fueling your annoyance. You jerked it back into place, finally finding your car keys.
You snatched them out of your purse and hooked the straps in the crook of your elbow. You lifted your head and came to a sudden stop.
Your brows knitted together. Were you⊠Were you seeing things?
Leon Kennedy was leaning comfortably against your car, his arms crossed over his chest. You spotted the bouquet behind him. The corners of his lips quirked upwards at the way you reacted to seeing him. He pushed himself off the hood of your car, reaching for the bouquet.
âLong day?â His voice cut the silence.
Yes, it was. You wanted to go home and throw yourself on your couch. What was your ex husband doing here? He looked better.
You took cautious steps closer. The bouquet he bought for you was beautiful, and he got your favorite flowers too.
âWhat are you doing?â You asked, the suspicion in your tone very much clear. His smile grew a little wider and he chuckled.
âI canât come see my ex wife and give her some flowers after a stressful day?â He asked. You were standing closer to him now. He briefly checked out your ID attached to your lanyard. Oh, the giddiness he felt seeing âKennedyâ in bold print on the simple piece of plastic. He knew you never changed your last name after the divorce. âAre we on bad terms and I wasnât informed?â
Leon watched your eyes slowly narrow. Damn. You were getting suspicious of him. How dare you still be quick to catch on to his schemes.
He held out the bouquet, âThese are for you.â
âYeah, you said that.â You waited a couple seconds before finally taking the bouquet from his grasp. Your fingers grazed his rough palm briefly. Although you thought nothing of it, Leon felt his heart pound harder against his chest.
Just like the first time he met you, he was instantly drawn into you. He noticed your features. He could still see the younger you in there. It reminded him how you were both much older now and all the time spent apart. He should have been there the last decade. To see you and him slowly age together.
He found you so much more attractive. A part of him wanted to sit and stare at you for hours on end.
You snapped your fingers in front of his face which brought him out of his trace. His eyebrows quirked upwards for a moment.
âDid you hear what I said?â Leon blinked. He gave you a sheepish look and shook his head. You huffed and frowned. You were cradling the bouquet in your arms now, âI asked why are you here.â You werenât mad or hostile, just curious to see him appear where you worked. He hasnât done this since the divorce.
He didnât respond right away. He tilted his head back slightly. He was contemplating on what to say. Or how to explain the way heâd felt since the first time he wanted to reach out to you.
Meanwhile, you kept staring at him with that look of curiosity. But on the inside? You were just as affected by his presence as he was by yours.
âIâm sorry.â
Your shoulders became tense at his apology. It was sincere, you knew it. Not like the one he gave you from his knees when you told him you wanted a divorce. Those were desperate attempts to keep you. Even he was aware he didnât mean them.
âIâm sorry,â Leon repeated, his eyes meeting yours. âFor everything. For being the reason why our marriage failed. For not being the husband I told you I was going to be⊠You didnât deserve any of that. I donât blame you for leaving me because you tried to help me, and I didnât want any help.â
An unknown feeling in your body slowly began to disappear. Your throat tighten. This closure you were getting with Leon was something you didnât realize you needed. For a brief moment, you were sent back to those early days when you were dating. He was still the same rookie cop from Raccoon City, slowly being shaped into an elite agent for the government.
âAnd I donât blame you for no longer loving me.â He muttered, his expression becoming rather grim. It had been a while since he was this open with you. âI just need you to know that Iâm still in love with you, and that Iâm truly sorry.â
âLeon⊠I didnât⊠I didnât leave you because I stopped loving you. I never did.â You admitted. Your admission of how you truly felt made a flicker of surprise appear in his eyes. âI left you because if thatâs how you were going to spend the rest of our lives together? ⊠I wasnât going to be able to live like that and watch you keep turning yourself into someone you werenât.â
Did he really think because he became an alcoholic for a moment in his life that youâd stopped loving him? He couldnât be more wrong. Yes, you hated that vice. It had destroyed him and taken control of him. But during the time he drowned his sorrows in heavy liquor, you never stopped seeing him as your Leon. He was just your misguided Leon.
He spent all these years believing youâd stopped loving him because of his addiction. This moment caused something to shift inside him. Youâd given him all the confirmation and confidence he needed.
Leon slipped a hand into the front pocket of his jeans. His gaze went to the bouquet and then to you again.
âDo you want to go out sometime?â He asked. Leon watched you press your lips together, clearly not trying to smile. He chuckled softly, âYou know you want to.â
You rolled your eyes at his cocky attitude, âIâll send you my schedule.â In all honesty, if you didnât send it to him, heâd be okay with that. It would give him all the more reason to start pestering you since you wanted to play hard to get this time around. He did, however, feel a sharp pain in his chest when you mentioned a schedule.
It was a reminder how he no longer knew exactly what time youâd come home, whether youâd be flying out of state on a random Tuesday morning, or leaving the country.
Leon plucked your car keys from between your fingers. You gave another confused look as he pressed the unlock button on the remote. He walked over to the driverâs side and opened it. He held it open, nodding his head and motioning you to get inside.
Great, heâs starting already.
You made your way and stood in the middle. You shifted your purse, setting it on the passenger seat. You slipped into the driverâs seat, moving the bouquet from your lap and beside your purse.
He dipped his head down, planting an unexpected kiss on your cheek. You would have thought it was sweet⊠If he didnât go and mess it all up by sinking his teeth softly into your flesh and giving it a pull. You hissed. He always did that in the early mornings when he was rushing off to the DSO because he chose to stay in bed with you a little longer.
âStop it!â You covered your cheek with one hand and swatted him repeatedly with the other. He snickered, shielding himself behind his arms from your soft blows. You wiped away the saliva that wet your palm on the plastic wrap surrounding the flowers.
âWhat?â He laughed one more time. He rested his forearm against the top part of the car. âHow do you expect me to act after my ex wife admits she still has a crush on me?â
âLeon, please do not call it a crush.â You rubbed your forehead with your fingertips. Here came the headache, âWeâre 49 years old.â
âIâve missed you.â He said. A smirk appeared on his face when you glared up at him through your lashes. He patted the roof of your car and dangled your keys in front of you. He quickly moved them out of the way when you tried to grab them, âCâmon. Are you going to make me work for it? âCause you know I will.â
âI guess⊠Iâve missed you too.â You finally relented.
âOh, you guess?â Leon mocked. You grabbed the keys in one swift movement from him.
âGet out of here before I call the security guard on you for trespassing.â You scoffed, putting your seatbelt on. He let out a loud gasp.
âIâm scared.â Leon sarcastically exclaimed. He clutched the front of his shirt, going on with his act of being terrified, âYouâre threatening my clean record and my background as a cop.â You clenched your jaw tightly, turning your head the other way. He knew you were trying to control your smile and keep yourself from laughing at his jokes. But you broke. He heard the soft chuckle and you shook your head.
âYouâre still annoying.â You looked over at him again. A silence settled. Just you and him staring at each other.
He decided to let you go. Leon closed your door, and walked around the front of the car. He heard the engine turn on. He nearly stopped to open the passenger side door and pretend like he was getting in. Letâs not push your buttons too much.
The two of you drove home on separate roads, miles apart like you had been the last 13 years. The only difference today? The two of you wore the same, identical smile and thought about each other.
Leon is in the familiar room you two once used to share. Heâs in the same king sized bed with you wrapped up in his embrace. The feel of your bare skin pressed against his after all these years is so surreal. Youâre fast asleep with your head tucked under his chin. Youâre exhaling softly, your breath hitting his neck.
His fingertips are running up and down your spine in a slow manner. Heâs awake, enjoying this feeling of being content. When was he the happiest, he wonders. Was it the day you exchanged vows on the altar or was it now when he finally had you again?
It had to be this very moment.
He kissed the top of your head, letting his lips linger. A mischievous smile appeared. He quickly rolled you two over, the sheets rustling as he moved your bodies. His weight on top of you pinned you to the mattress. You felt the disturbance in your peaceful slumber.
âUgh⊠Leon,â You groaned in a drowsy manner. He grinned, noticing the twitch in your brows. He leaned up until his lips were by your ear.
âItâs your turn to hold me.â He mumbled. Leon began kissing your jawline, slowly moving down and down, until he came to the crook of your neck. Your arms wrapped weakly around his shoulders. He felt your nails lightly scratching his nape. He hummed and closed his eyes. His face buried into your neck, taking in your scent.
Nothing mattered. Not when he finally had Mrs. Kennedy in his arms again.
a/n: It's been so longggggg but here I am missing suho
Chapter 2
It all happened so fast...
One moment she's with a friend and the next that said Friend is in the mouth of a monster.
What was supposed to be a quiet walk talking about their next step turned into a bloodshed.
She doesn't even know how she got a hold of an axe or how she ended up being covered in blood or why there's so many bodies around her
The people behind her looked at her terrified.
She didn't know what had Happened everything just went black and when she came, she was laying in a hospital bed with her parents and sister around her
They didn't know what happened either only that she defeated all the monsters until help arrived and then collapsed due to exhaustion and didn't wake up for a week
Many people had questions.
She has questions... but nobody could answer. But her.
When she thought things were going back to normal. More and more gates keep opening up then one day someone approved her
it was her old classmate that dropped out when he couldn't handle the pressure. He now stands Infront of her asking her to join his party
She declined. She has no memory of what had happened she can't trust herself anymore after that. But he keeps insisting over and over again
she got tired of it and joined without telling her parents or sister until the very day she's to enter her first gate
They were mad of course. Her father used his body to block the door but she used a window and ran as fast as she could so that her Father could not follow.
When she arrived she had no idea what to bring and was just given an electric saw.
She came out of that gate covered in blood... and by herself.
The next party ended the same way. again and again and again until rumors started circulating she kills her party.
Each gate she started remembering.... They were right.
After defeating the boss she would get this urge and kill her teammates one by one
She has no idea why? Why is her body reacting this way? she has no idea.
Then her last party. She almost didn't make it out of the gate if it weren't for a firefighter going inside the gate as it was closing and saving her..
Synopsis: Being invited to an interview with the purpose of sharing your life before and after being a singer. A precious person from these memories were brought back
The lights, stage, audience, and the voices became more familiar to you more, as years passed by. If you compare your starting point to here she'd be so freaking proud
You albums had gone trending back to back this recent years with one of them ranking no. 1 in the World Billboards
"So, let's talk about the past" the host started building tension with the audience
"That's the purpose.. uh ask away!"
"Please don't be pressured just answer as you are comfortable with" the host noticed your nervousness
You did just a little.
"From what we have heard you were from Canada originally? before you moved to the states at the age between 10-13 years old what's the story for that?"
"uhh... great question, I wasn't exactly from Canada I moved there with my parents when I was 4-5 years old, I was born in Europe. Yes, I was 13 years old when I moved with my aunts yes plural" you laughed " after they got custody of me"
"Ohh so the rumors that you were raised by your four Aunts was true then?"
You nodded "yes, they're actually here right now" you motioned to the front seats where your aunts are
"Hello! pleasure to have you here in the studio" the host greeted and your aunts returned it
"Do you remember anything from your time in Europe and Canada?"
You crunch your face "I don't remember much when I was in Europe I don't even remember which part of Europe I was in but in Canada..." you paused
memories of a certain someone drifted to your mind. His curly messy hair, brown eyes, his smile
"My time in Canada was.... fun and a mix of depression actually" the mood starts to tilt the host let's you go on
"Before we even moved to Canada my parents would often let their anger out on me... physically. They were young and stupid at the time when they had me and they had this mindset that my existence was the halt of their 'fun young years'
It was probably the reason why they decided to move to Canada. Even there we kept moving all around that I didn't even try to remember the name of the places we lived in
then they found their place and enrolled me in a kindergarten because it was 'mandatory' and they didn't always want me at the house so it was a win for them
for me? I was always covered in bruises. my teachers asked my parents about it and they just answered I often fall. They believed it.
For the first week no one talked to me I sat on the corner of the classroom staring at nothing when he sat next to me"
a small noticeable smile appeared on your face because the whole time you were talking you stared at the background blank but at the mention of him your eyes lit up and your facial expression says it all
"him? was he a friend?" the host pushed on noticing the change in your face
"yes, he came to me with a cartoon train band aid. He wanted to be my friend but was too shy to say anything until he had a reason... the cut on my left hand he had a band aid on his bag that his mom always had on him
He was bright, cheery, his smile was everything, his curls were always messy that the teachers gave up on always trying to fix it
he just started talking and before I knew it he called me his best friend
he had other friends but he chose me as a best friend.
From then on the abuse from my parents became just a background noise my full attention was on him
I started sleeping at his house and his family welcomed me with open arms his older brother was always the one that picked us up from school
My parents didn't catch on because they were too busy having 'fun' but I didn't care, one time I accidentally called his mom 'mom' I thought I was going to get beaten but she just smiled at me and gave me a pie
It was peaceful, at times he would get whist away for months on end. That means I was alone again but when he comes back he has all these stories about his new friends and what had happened
Then he had to actually leave Canada for more than 6 months with his family too... he promised that he will be back. At that time i didn't have any phone to keep in contact with him
I waited and waited until an incident happened at the house. The house was robbed with me inside it the robbers had broken in and knocked me unconscious
my parents instead of taking me to the hospital had locked me up in my room without water or food until I was able to escape and find help
my aunt from the states was informed about my condition. all four of my aunts went to Canada to see me and my parents didn't hear any of it and handed my custody to my aunt's without a fight
Paperwork was handled quickly and I moved to the states without even informing him and his family of what had happened"
The mood was heavy "what happened now? after you became a singer did you try to reach out to him?" the host understood that the story wasn't just about you it was also about that someone
You looked straight at the camera then at the host "I didn't" you answered feeling tears build up your eyes "I won't know what to say to him and his family" they fell
the host handed you a tissue box and you thanked them "if he were to see this interview and recognize you is there something you want to tell him?"
You thought for a while then looked at the camera "I don't know if you'll see this considering you kinda live under a rock" you laughed to yourself talking about the press interviews he had to promote stranger things s5 "I'm proud of you, I'm proud that you have became an amazing actor and know that I had watched all of the movies and series you had been cast on" you smile wavering "You probably recognized some of the songs that I had published were similar to the songs we wrote as kids"
The show had a small intermission before the interview continued this time focused on your music career. But your fans and everyone else were more focused on that boy you had talked about
Comment Section:
:OMG I didnt know she went all through that
| None of us didđ
| her songs were always so pop and happy
: I wonder who that actor is? đ
: Canadian Actor?? I have a few guesses
|Righttt??
:I really hope that boy sees this and reaches to her
|me toođ
: Her facial expressions and body posture says it all this boy was her first love
|probably the reason why she has yet to enter a relationship!!
|you never know she may have already been in one but kept it out of public
:Keep striving Viva!!
Finn Wolfhard was that boy.
When he came back from filming stranger things at that time he went to her house first and came face to face with another family that lived there
His parents soon found out what had happened. You didn't move with your parents your aunts adopted you and because you don't have a phone he had no idea how to contact you
He was happy though... that you no longer lived with your horrible parents... good for you..
That didn't mean it didn't hurt
He didn't treasure you enough because he expected to see you again but now he regrets not giving you an equal tight hug as you gave him when he left because now he doesn't even know when he will ever see you again
Until years later, millie and Noah started singing a very familiar tune and lyrics. He had asked them about it and the artist name made him forget to breathe
It was your name. You
He searched up your name and there you are, you've changed, he's glad to no longer see bruises on you, you looked just as how he remembered you just even better and healthier
God, he was your biggest fan. He has your songs on repeat just to hear your voice again
Interviews and Music videos? watched all of them. The cast had started to tease him that he's in love with the new world pop idol
Yeah... He probably was way before you were known by the world
Back when he was the only one to have ever heard you sing
Back when he was the only one to know your songs
Back when he was the only one you'd sing to
Back when he was the only one to sing with you
Back when you were his and only his.
He was in deep and he didn't even know about it until he saw you again. Yes he was at your concerts and if his schedule would give in he'd be at your world tours
Then the interview happened. He watched it Of course he watched it. He wanted to reach out but... he couldn't.
His agents won't let him. His team couldn't even if they tried you were higher than him. But did that stop him? no of course not
Not when you also longed for him as much as he did for you
Not when you basically confessed to the whole world that he was your first love and friend
He thought you had forgotten about him,
He thought you moved on
He didn't want to ruin your peace with the remainder of your past
But oh now he wants you in his arms again like he had you when you were kids this time he wants to hold you tighter and never let go. He wants to treasure you everyday for the rest of his life
Yes. Finn Wolfhard is dead In love with you.
After your interview a lot has happened they wanted to know who this mysterious actor you were talking about they had a lot of guesses and a few guessed right but you didn't say anything
You really didn't mean to tell them about him but you slipped and now it's all out. You had hope this doesn't bother him much considering he had made it clear to the public that he kept his life as private as possible
Your manager Alysa called you "hey so change of schedule" you hummed you were used to last minute changes "duffer brothers just invited you as their surprise guest for the main cast's last interview with (whatever you think)"
...
"oh? did they say why?" you were curious really
"Oh they said because your songs were always on repeat whenever they're together in between scenes. They said you were their favorite so they wanted to give them a farewell gift and what better gift would that be none other than their all time favorite"
Oh.
"o-okay, when is it?"
"next week and doll up you'll meet your mr knight in shining armor there" Alysa teased before hanging up
okayyy that doesn't sound so bad... right?
You'll see Finn again. What would his reaction be? would he be mad at you for leaving without saying a goodbye and then revealing it to the whole world??
To say paranoia didn't leave you was an understatement.
the day of the interview you had to be sneaked in through the back and made to stand inside a box
A literal red box to be revealed later
"Holy shit is this the gift they were talking about?" you heard voices. familiar voices from the cast
"It probably is?" you heard Millie's voice
"woah imagine if there's a person inside" that was gaten
someone knocked on the box "anyone there?"
Finn.
You feel yourself In front of the stage for the first time once again
Palm sweating
heat beating
"Hey! Finn no knocking and step away from it" you heard probably one of the duffer brothers
The show's on live. The big reveal will happen in a minute now
'30 seconds' someone from your headset started counting down and when it came to five then the box started came apart
"LET'S WELCOME Y/N L/N!!"
You located him.
He is seated just right next to you and you mad eye contact but immediately get into position and started singing
That was it you started singing before sitting down in the middle of the cast... finn is seated next to you and you can feel his gaze on you
The interview was really great you avoided Finn's gaze the whole night and when the show ended there was an after party and you were of course invited
Your ride there was separate and you ranted to your manager Alysa about how you felt his gaze on you that he won't stop looking
you also noticed he'd grown taller than you.
Then Alysa suddenly opens the comments section
It's all about how Finn and you
The party was great really great
your eyes looked for Finn but he was nowhere to be found until someone pulled you behind the curtain then did you find him
Too close. He had that look on his eyes. That familiar eyes that you could never say no to "can I?" he asked
huh?
He hugged you
So tightly you didn't even wait and wrapped your arms around him "Finn, i-i'm"
"it's okay, it's okay" he whispered he pulled apart but his hands never left you
His eyes scan you and he cupped your face like how he used to when you were kids "want to ditch?" you laughed and couldn't trust your mouth and just nodded
Finn pulled you to a private room.
It was quiet for a while.
"y-you don't hate me?" your voice was small much like how you used it with your parents
Finn turned around so fast he was immediately forehead to forehead with you "god no. Hell will have to freeze before I can ever hate you" his hands on your cheeks again "but do you?"
"what?" you whisper you can smell him. God you missed him
"do.. you.. hate me?" every word seemed to hurt him
"no no no never" you answered tears were already building up your eyes again "Finn" you choked
Finn's heart was suddenly up against your ears... just like how you like it.
You spend the rest of the party like that. With your head rested on his chest as he played with your hair and rubbing small circles on your shoulder blade
there was a couch both of you lay there catching up and going down memory lane.
meanwhile at the venue
"what's the point in inviting y/n for all of us when Finn just hogged her for himself" Sadie groaned playfully
everyone on set knew the story and the duffer brothers just gave finn a little more push
Finn ended up spending the night at your hotel room. Your manager and Finn's made an exception for this one time and canceled both your schedules the next day.
Ever since then things have changed.
Fans started seeing you both more and more together in public. Ofc there are still haters out there but your fans were good at shutting them up.
The hardest launch was the engagement photos. The two of you have been away from each other for too long Finn didn't want to let you go and neither did you.
Synopsis: You were just going back to your apartment after a long day at work when you spot a cute guy on your local train station.
a/n: I'm not in the mood to make this into a series so just probably a headcanons type(?)
You first saw him at the train station waiting for a train to come much like you. He's really cute and his bennie.
Finn noticed you staring. You weren't so subtle about it, he thought you were a fan that recognized him and is just shy to say anything or cause a panic which he thought was kind of you but when he tries to make eye contact with you
Stupid fire hydrant. You panicked when you saw he looked back at you, you turn your head to look at the other side and ended up getting slammed by the fire hydrant
you feel everyone's eyes on you when they hear that loud Thump of your head getting slammed
Finn wanted to approach you and ask if you were okay but the train had already arrived and you entered immediately probably embarrassed
To your absolute shock and humiliation that cute boy that just caught you staring at him and watched you slammed your face onto a fire hydrant went to the same cart as you did
Since it wasn't a rush hour the train is almost empty save for two other people with you and that cute guy
With each passing second Finn's next stop is near he started thinking of how it wou- oh
A pair of feet approached finn when he looked up it was the girl from earlier and she had her phone ready Finn initially expected her to ask for a pic much like how the others did whenever they saw him
Your stop is near and you can't let this chance go, his cute and you're sick and tired of your friends telling you that you let chances go until it's too late but this time you won't
You sat next to him and handed your phone with both hands the WhatsApp ready "I think you're really cute. give me your number"
...
GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER!???? THAT WASN'T ASKING IT'S DEMANDING
"i'm-" your surprised when the cute guy took your phone and started typing
Finn was taken back by the demand but when he saw her hands started shaking and her face getting redder he saved her another embarrassment and just took the phone and put his number in with his name
You looked at him and the phone "thank you" was all you managed to say when the speaker announced your stop you stood up and looked back at the cute guy "I'm y/n and thank you again" before running
You didn't stop running until you were out of the train station "What the hell was that!?" you asked yourself
Finn was really surprised with the interaction and thought it was new and cute.
Your roommate slash bff laughed at you when you told her what happened with your face and how you asked that guy's number
She ended up laughing a little too hard that her sides hurt
"I hate you"
That seemed to trigger another fit of painful laughter from her
You ended up staring at his Whatsapp information and debated whether to text him or just ignore it
-hey this is y/n from the train station, I thought you were really cute can I ask you on a date?-
...
You woke up without your phone on your nightstand and when you did find it your bff had already sent the godforsaken message
"Why did you do that!?" you took the phone from her but it was too late he had seen it
"Cause you're a coward. I know you won't text him even if you had gotten this far plus it's better to be straightforward than be so low-key about it" you didn't hear her
The three dots started dancing on your screen and immediately you sent an apology which your friend was angered by saying nothing would change if you keep backing down
Finn just sent a thumbs up emoji. He honestly doesn't know how to answer that
You swear you died in relief and... disappointment(?)
Days pass... Nothing
You stared at your black screen phone and thought about what your friend had told you
-Hey it's y/n again!-
-not my friend-
Why did you send that!?
-Wait no-
-can we start over? -
-i'm y/n-
Nothing you just sighed and beat yourself up for fumbling
You have never been in a relationship or anything romantic with anyone before so this is very new to you
Later that night you stared at your laptop and a bunch of codes you can't read anymore
You were just a normal Software engineer in a very normal Company. The pay isn't great that's why you have your friend as a roommate to pay for the apartment
You left your country because a company hired you and the pay was great for 3 months when the company suddenly plummeted and they let you go
You didn't want to go back home after all that bragging that you were going to live your life here
Ping!
You looked at your phone and then your laptop
Laptop's close
lights off
roomy sleeping next room
and you with your phone
talking to Finn
He replied back and the conversation started there it all became a blur
Then the knock from your door snapped you out of your little lalaland
"You awake! I'll make breakfast what do you want?"
breakfast?
You looked at your clock and stared wide eyed at the clock at Finn's last message
This was the first time you had ever talked to someone of different gender up till the morning
It seemed Finn also realized it and said good bye while you just stared at your door in shocked
The messages
The calls
then video calls
And eventually he asked you on a date
You were so excited and told your friends who all made plans to go to your apartment and give you a make over
But the day of the said date
You had a cold, your friends told you to tell him but you saw how busy Finn's schedule was even though you didn't know what he does you didn't want to ruin this and instead sneaked out
You left the apartment with sunglasses and facemask and your prepared outfit for the night before and arrived at the park you were supposed to meet finn
-i'm here;â ) where are you?What are you wearing? - Finn messaged
You laughed when you realized he probably won't recognize you with your sunglasses and facemask
-I'm sitting on a bench with a crooked tree- you replied back
When you hear someone approaching you see a familiar jacket from the video calls and pictures "Finn?" you called out your voice a little horse
Finn called your name and you nodded happily you tried to stand up but you became light headed in an instant
Finn dropped the flowers he had bought you and caught you before you could fall down "hey hey are you okay?" he asked concerned
Finn was also wearing sunglasses and facemask for reasons he has yet to tell you
He took those off and your sunglasses. he can see how red your face is and how hot your body feels "are you sick?" you were breathing a little harder now
"just a cold" you answered at least you thought it was a cold until you started feeling hot and cold at the same time
"If you had a cold or fever you could have just told me I wouldn't mind if we had to reschedule" Finn is so worried for you
"I saw it myself" you sniffed "you were always busy and this is probably the only day you're not and I really wanted to see you again this time not at the train station"
Finn couldn't be mad at you. Finn had realized early on you in fact didn't know about his identity as an actor
He wanted to tell you later on this date but...
Finn cupped your burning face and gave you a kiss on the forehead "Me too. I wanted to hold you but not when you're suffering like this come on I'll take you home"
Finn got you in his car and asked where you lived.
Finn knocked on your apartment door hoping that your roommate is inside
One of your friends opened the door and froze recognition flashed on her face but that expression immediately changed into worry when she saw you slumped on Finn's chest
You friend said your name in panic and this made all your friends that had been searching for you after you left
When they tried to take you from Finn you won't let go "no" you mumbled
your two other friends were confused at first then recognition also flashed on their face then gears started working
"Finn fucking wolfhard!?" One of your friends exclaimed
They said Finn stayed until your temperature went back to normal before leaving
Unbeknownst to you he asked them a favor to keep it a secret from you that he was an actor and he wanted to be the one to tell you
They were flabbergasted but agreed and watched him leave the apartment
You were of course scolded by your friends
Finn rescheduled your date
And this time you were not sick and in perfect condition
It was at an Italian restaurant
"My friends seemed more interested about you more than ever" you brought casually
Finn could guess "really?"
"yeah they were so hyped about our next date too" You looked at the reflection behind Finn "a little too hyped"
Finn knows what you mean it's like another set of paparazzi with terrible disguises
Your friends were seated at a few tables from the two of you
"say you want to ditch them?" finn smirked, he knows how,
"Yeah?" you perk up
What you didn't expect was a lot of running.
He drove you to a park where the two of you sat on a bench and started talking again it was sweet your head lays on his shoulder as he leans his head to yours
His thumb drawing small circles on your knuckles the ghost kisses on your hair
The night was supposed to end with Finn dropping you off your apartment and you tell your friends about the whole thing (and get them to confess their little scheme)
Instead the apartment was empty, your fingers tangled in Finn's hair while his face is buried deep in your neck
"wait" Finn suddenly pulled his lips off your skin
"mhm?" you hummed disappointed
"I have to tell you something before this goes on"
"go on?" you raised an eyebrow
"I'm an actor and a musician that's what I do for work and also the reason why my schedules are always busy" Finn finally confessed
Finn's confession wasn't supposed to be like this it was supposed to happen at the Italian restaurant but things got a little side road and he forgot
It wasn't supposed to be like this, hand gripping your waist like you're going to disappear and his other hand on your nape
You don't believe him
"if you are an actor and musician then I would have known I'm always online unlike you" you frowned
"Fine" Finn pouted "search up my full name"
Finn gave you his phone from his back pocket the wallpaper was his cat you had met on video calls several times poppy
Your position didn't change as your type Finn's full name. Your back pressed on the wall while Finn's lips made small trails around your face and neck
"No way" Finn smirked from your neck "see?" he mumbled
"This doesn't change anything does it?" you voiced out and Finn immediately stood up straight and cupped your face
"no no no of course not"
"then why keep it a secret?"
Finn started telling you how he at first thought you knew him from the train station to the text messages and how he wanted to tell you himself
"But I watched IT I would have recognized you" you frowned when you saw that he was a cast there
"yeah that one's on you" Finn teased
"I guess" you shrugged
"Can I kiss you again?" Finn pouted
"Yeah sure you were the one that pulled back" you giggled when Finn's lips smashed to yours
imagine this, Gotham isn't as dangerous in the canon like it's somewhere like metropolis but still many crimes.
Ofc for the plot Bruce's parents died in the same scenario but the killer is caught immediately and Bruce didn't have to be Batman?? (or he still is??)
Then talia- YES I LOVE BRUTALIA DEAL WITH IT! - She's still a power woman ok I love that about her but the league of assassins is still the league but less trauma??
okay so they married and Talia has a hard time getting pregnant so Bruce took her to the circus I don't why but he just did and they witness the Grayson's die and Bruce remembered himself when he lost his parents and some paperworks later he adopts Richard.
that's that, Talia didn't want it at first but they developed some sort of other mother-son relationship like they tolerate each other but dick somehow finds himself near Talia. I don't know just something fluff like childless mother and motherless child type of relationship
then when dick is 12-13 something he wants a baby sibling and Talia can't give that because well yk.
then one day someone puts infant Jason in Bruce's car with a letter saying to take good care of Jason and wutnot
Bruce takes the baby home and has to explain everything to talia. when dick charged in and took the baby away from the both of them
then one way or another the wayne family gets bigger and bigger with tim and Cass joining the family
THEN!
Talia gets pregnant ofc she couldn't believe this and didn't tell the others at first until it finally sink in then did she finally told Bruce and the kids.
SO DAMIAN IS BORN
and you can just tell that baby is spoiled rotten.
And the rest of their life peacefully with nothing but love surrounding the family.
Synopsis: When you were young you wrote a message for your soulmate only for them to answer in scribbles you can't understand
Pairing: Damian Wayne x Smallville! reader
Tags: soulmate au, whatever you write on your body appears on your soulmate
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You were 6 years old when your parents finally told you how they met and what soulmates are. You were fascinated by it, you can write a message for your soulmate to find on their body where you wrote it?
Much to your father's heartbreak you immediately started writing hints on your body so that your soulmate could find you.
The whole day you kept glancing on your wrists eagerly waiting for a reply.
you're a 6 year old and you immediately got distracted by something else that you forgot about your wrists until you were taking an evening bath that your mother pointed on your other wrist
Both you and your mother were confused until you showed it to your father who recognized that it's written in another language
You and your mother were fascinated by the discovery. From your perspective, you actually have a soulmate out there while your mother couldn't get anymore excited that your soulmate responded to you.
Even though none of the People you knew how to read the message and you and your parents didn't get enough time to try and search up to the library what language it was because when you woke up it was gone.
That didn't crash your spirit though you kept writing doodles and small messages to brighten up their day even though they never returned the gesture
Even your childhood friend kept encouraging you to keep scribbling on your wrist even years later.
9 Years...
Even after nine years there's still no response. There was even one point you thought your soulmate might have died.
Your younger sister called your name from downstairs "Let's go let's go!!" You chuckle and yell back that you'll be down before finishing your message for your soulmate
Coming downstairs you find your sister swirling around in her new dress paired with a feathery half faced mask that our father bought for tonight's carnival
"Wow" you complimented as you watched your sister giggled to herself before going to the kitchen where your mom is making breakfast
"Don't think I forgot about you, princess" You turned to your father and saw what his holding up
"is that for me?" you asked looking at the knee length dress before you with the same half-faced mask as your sister's (you imagine it)
"Of course it's yours" your father carefully handed the dress to you while you continue to admire it "do you want to try it?" your father asked and you immediately nodded
"yes yes YES! I'll be right back!" you skipped a few stairs to get to your room.
When you looked at yourself in the mirror excitement filled your heart. This year's carnival isn't like any carnival like last year jon said that he'll be bringing his other friend from Gotham to join you. The other friend that he has been so talkative about lately.
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Damian knew about the soulmates thing since he knew who his father was.
The soulmate's mechanics were part of his mother's stories.
When he was 7-8 years old he was to say surprised and expected that there'd be a random writing on his body one way or another
His grandfather taught him that soulmates were weaknesses and that if his ever tries to contact him send an immediate reply to never write again
Damian didn't understand at the time what was written on his wrist but he wrote his message anyway in Arabic. Whoever his soulmate is should know how to read and write Arabic if they think they are worthy of him.
Much to his dismay the thing kept writing on his body. He didn't want anyone to know about such a thing and kept it hidden with long sleeves or bandages.
But alas, his mother had sharp eyes.
And confronted him about it. He admitted, strangely his mother didn't say anything else other than "just don't reply back" and surprisingly she also didn't tell his grandfather either.
Years went by like that, even when he started living with his father he never told him about the different messages everyday written on his wrist
Nobody asked why he never wore his left wrist bare. They thought he'll open up about it in time.
But even jon didn't know.
It was Clark that requested Bruce that damian and tim should join the Kent family on the yearly carnival on Smallville because he heard that the two have been more on edge and restless lately
Much to Damian's dismay his father agreed now him and jon are waiting for Jon's childhood friend to join them which by the way added to the fuel of his brooding
"Jon!" Damian didn't turn his head only his eyes followed you and your feathery mask that hangs on your neck
Jon says your name then gestured to Damian "this is Damian my friend from Gotham!" he cheerfully introduces the two of you
You examine him and quickly realize that his some nepo baby
But you don't judge and hold out your hand for a shake, he didn't move and only stared strangely at the scribbles on your wrist "oh! that? I often write messages or quotes for my soulmate to try and Brighten up their day" you quickly explained and handed out your other hand in case he felt uncomfortable
He still didn't shake your hand.
Jon awkwardly interrupted and invited the both of you to the carnival where many stalls are standing with the dance floor in the middle of it all
The awkwardness immediately got consumed by the cheery atmosphere. You and Jon kept buying on food stalls until you were full that you needed to sit down
"uhhh... Damian stay here with them while I go find a lemon stand" was all Jon said before disappearing into the crowds
And the awkward atmosphere returns. But you can't help but wonder if this Damian guy is just shy because you felt his gaze from the moment you entered the carnival
Deciding to speak first "So? What's it like in Gotham?" you casually asks you only heard a mumble
Silence....
"Ummm.... Did you find your soulmate yet?" you asked, looking at his side profile
'His pretty... his soulmate must be so lucky'
"I- Yes.... just recently" That peaked your interest immediately and you turned your whole body towards him
"Really???! how'd you two meet? what's it like? is it true you felt sparks when you two made eye contact?" It's always so refreshing hearing about other people's experiences when it comes to soulmates
since yours.... is kinda MIA
He didn't answer right away just looking at his feet before looking at you in the eyes "Just tonight..." your mind went blank but before you could ask more questions Jon arrived with a huge plastic cup of lemon water
The conversation was soon forgotten when the stomachache you were feeling slowly disappeared and the music for the dance floor got louder
an hour earlier...
Damian stares at the familiar message and scribbles on your wrist and immediately recognizes it as what's identical to the message written on his left wrist right now
Even the little hearts and the 'Your dearest soulmate' part were there even the unique way you write the letter a and g were identical.
The whole night Damian observed you and how you interact with Jon
How your eyes shine at the sight of the huge chicken leg (he grimace watching you both devour that)
how your cheeks were a little pink from the excitement
how your hair flies in the evening wind
how you walk with a little too much force on the ground (an obvious habit created from lifting heavy weights from a young age probably from helping your family)
how the color of the dress makes your skin glow
how your little jewelry of plastics and stones make noises when you move
Everything about you just mesmerizes Damian and he can't even point his finger why? because he just does.
When you both had that small time alone. damian for some reason wants for you to know that his your soulmate despite what's his taught about soulmates
When the three of you were on the dance floor somehow the two of you made a pack to drag Damian to the dance floor with you.
At one point, damian and you had your own dance just the two of you when Jon was briefly whisked away by one of the old ladies that knew and adore him
That night ended when Clark dropped you off at your family's farm. Damian doesn't know it but his rapid heart pounding was heard by the three supers (namely Clark, kon, and Jon)
At the bathroom of the Kent house damian stares at his wrist for a long time.
You were exhausted when you got home and brought home a few things you won at the carnival for your sister.... and maybe a little crush on the nepo baby.
As for muscle memory you were about to start washing off the message for your soulmate when you saw that it was gone and replaced by
Goodnight, beloved
Update (11/25/25)
a/n: hi guys I updated a few sentences since I realized that some of my wording might have come off as insensitive and narrow-minded. I'm sorry that I didn't realize it sooner and I promise It won't happen again đ
Ps: shout out to the anon that pointed this out i am so grateful that you did. again thank you so much and thank you for explaining it to me in detailsđ
It started with Dick. He crouched over the stroller, grinning ear to ear as the twins gurgled in their pumpkin and bat suits. âHeâs only three apples tall,â he said, poking at the babyâs round tummy.
Damian froze. His glare couldâve split stone.
âRepeat that,â he warned.
Jason immediately perked up from the armchair, a grin spreading across his face. âThree apples, huh? Nah, more like one rotisserie chicken long.â
Tim wandered in with a mug of coffee, barely glancing up before adding, âOr maybe⊠two laptops wide.â
Damianâs nostrils flared. âThey are not produce. Nor poultry. Nor electronics. They are warriors.â
Stephanie flopped onto the couch, cackling. âSure, warriors who are about five bags of marshmallows squishy.â
Cass tilted her head, eyes twinkling with mischief. She held up her phone, typing quickly before showing the screen: âTwo loaves of bread thick.â
Even Duke joined in, chuckling as he peered into the stroller. âNah, youâre all wrong. Theyâre at least one Costco pumpkin pie across.â
You were no helpâyou were doubled over, tears streaming as you clutched your stomach. âStop, stop, I canât breatheââ
Damian, however, was stone-serious, scooping both babies into his arms like a knight retrieving sacred treasure. âEnough. My children are not units of food. They are trained assassins in the making. Titans. Legacies of the League and the Bat.â
Jason whistled low. âYeah, legacy of the Bat⊠three apples tall.â
That was the last straw. With a hissed oath in Arabic, Damian stormed toward the stairs, babies tucked against his chest, blanket trailing dramatically behind him.
âBeloved,â he called over his shoulder to you, voice tight with righteous indignation, âif they attempt to compare our children to fruit again, I will draw blood.â
The room erupted in fresh laughter.
Dick collapsed onto the couch, wiping tears from his eyes. âTotally worth it.â
Synopsis: You've known him longer. You've been with him longer. You loved him first! - so why was he kissing another?
Pairing: Damian Wayne x Wanda! reader
Tags: Angst, one sided attraction, meta human reader, wanda!reader, Marvel x DC
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Having binoculars and spying on vigilantes isn't necessarily a crime.
Though what you're witnessing feels like one.
There, a few buildings far you watched robin lips to lips with a silver haired girl. Robin. YOUR Robin.
You immediately put the binoculars down having seen enough. You know who robin is, he's Damian Wayne. The boy who became your light in this dark world
7 years ago...
You were kidnapped by some lowlife criminals who wanted money in exchange for your safety and freedom.
Unfortunately for them, Batman and his newly recruited robin who still has problems with the 'no killing rule' beat the living daylights out of them before batman pulled him off and told him to focus on you instead.
You, who's been terrified at the scene before you along with the fact that you're hungry, thirsty, tired, and covered in bruises from how harshly the kidnappers handled you.
"p.... please... d-don't- hurt me" you begged the boy, your voice trembling and barely a mumble. He halted for a bit then you watched as he took out a sharp looking bat thingy. You flinched and tried to move awayâ
"stay still. I'm trying to cut the ropes" his voice was stern but... almost reassuring. You listenâwhen the ropes are finally off the kidnappers are already tied by black ropes
Before you could sink in that Batman saved youâYou were hosted up in bridal style by robin. The boy looked small but he can carry you with ease
Batman called your name "we'll get you back to your family ourselves" your eyes widen that he not only knows your name but also your home??
You stayed silent the whole ride to your house... YOUR INSIDE THE CAR OF BATMAN!!!??
While that was on your mind you studied Robin's face hoping that if you do maybe you could figure out his identity behind that domino mask and be friends with him... but alas you can't recognize him
Your parents KNOWS batman personally!??
That's what you've come to realize with how your father and mother talked and thanked batman and robin.
It took you a few days to recover and given the word that you can go back to school. Luckily enough the news of your kidnapping was kept hidden with your father's connections.
When you entered your classroom there was someone new next to your desk that was usually empty you asked your friends about it "oh? him? that's damian wayne. he recently joined our class"
Despite his name your friends told you to try not to bother him much and if possible avoid him since he just got into a fist fight with the boys from the other section for making fun of his skin color and accent
So you did. You were still a bit mentally exhausted from what happened a few days ago and along with the fact that he looks intimidating.
But that didn't stop you from staring. He sat by the window and usually the midday sun would shine just the right way that Damian Wayne looked like a prince from another country.
He would often catch your staring and glare at you... but that just intrigued you moreâwhen he glared at you his green eyes seemed to get a shade darker and the way he frowned his brows looked familiar.
weeks of being caught staring he stopped glaring at you for it and just stared back with a bored look.
One day, you caught the other side of his face during PE time. Outside the shines brighter and the heat was barely bearable he was covering his eyes with his hands
It was brief but you saw itâthe shadow that covered his eyes then, it clicked why he looked familiarâRobin
Damain Wayne Is the vigilante and side kick of BatmanâRobin. The boy that also saved you weeks ago.
You were assigned as his partner that day "Robin" you murmured when you figured it out looking so intently but at the same time fascinated
While Damian froze when he heard youâlooked at you in surprise completely different from your expression. You open your mouth"Hey. -"
The teacher called everyone to change back to your uniform and get back to the classroom.
The trance was broken and you followed your friends into the Changing rooms while Damian watched you from behind he hasn't moved.
You feel like he avoided you the rest of the day. You didn't feel anything but happiness that robin was just near you. your savior is just near you.
He appeared at your balcony knocking on the glass door. You opened your curtains and saw himâyour curiosity was immediately changed to happiness and you swing the glass door open
Before he could say anything you blurted out "My savior!" of course this caught him off guard especially when you suddenly slammed your body onto his.
...
You guessed that when it all started. Damain became a bit more comfortable with you from time to time he would suddenly show up to your balcony all frustrated because he had an argument with his father or when he was followed by superman's son, Jon who had also considered your friend.
Each night and time your eyes would lock onto each other you slowly realize... what you have been feeling is love.
You have fallen in love with him. With Damain Wayne.
But, seeing him locking lips with another? Along with the stress that you have meta abilities you're trying to hide from everyone?
The dam is slowly cracking.
You didn't go to school the next day. Not because of what you saw last nightâmaybe half of that. but because everything is in chaos
When you first woke up everything in your room is floating... YOU'RE FLOATING
Everything suddenly dropped that caught the attention of you parents but with all this happening your brain is barely sinking in what's happening and some red smoke surrounded your parents and now they looked lifeless
'what's happening?? please please just go back to normal please!! ' you begged as you kneeled on the floor your fist holding tight on the bed sheets and you looked up everything looked as though what you just saw is an illusion.
"Darling? Are you okay?" you heard your mother's worried voice from the other side of the now closed door
what? didn't she see everything floating? she looked lifeless just now?
with each knock add stress. you snapped.
"I DON'T- LEAVE ME ALONE!" you yelled everything is so overwhelming that you locked yourself in your room and didn't pick up your phone when it rings
When Damian as robin came to check up on you when you didn't go to school and didn't pick up his calls.
He called your name when he entered through your balcony and saw you kneeling and crying on the floor.
"What happened? why's everything a mess here?" he asked while you gripped his biceps for support
you looked into his eyes and somehow you remember what happened last night.
You're mine
YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MINE
You wrapped your arms around him thinking of those words like a prayer
Damian let's you. He doesn't know what's going on only that you needed himâunknowingly getting brain washed
you looked up at the window where he came from your eyes glowing red
You let out a smile of victory once you felt that sense of control like his yours now and forever.
A/n: the idea of you having mind control powers while also being obsessed with damian. DRIVES INSANE
We need more of reader being the one obsessed and Damian just saviors it..
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN??
Obviously this isn't the best example but I tried my best okay!!
Pair: Damian Al Ghul-Wayne x Ex-redroom student! reader
Fandom Collab: Marvel/Dc
Synopsis: How Damian first met you to how your relationship is going.
You escaped the redroom when you were only 12 years old. You don't remember how it happened, only that you woke up alone floating in a river
From then on you were alone in this big world you have never been exposed to.
Only knowing violence and killing.
Either kill or be killed. That's what you've lived for 4 months surviving in the metropolis until you were caughtâ but not by the assassins from the redroom
But some billionaire who also dresses up as a life-sized toy robot. Tony Stark.
For some unknown reason on your partâHe adopts you and gives you a name different from the ones they gave you.
___________
This undercover mission was a little different from what the bats are used to.
Batman and his current robin have to enter an auction house by their civilian identities while the others sneak in as their alter egos.
Word has gotten out in the underworld of money that a baby with the blood of a powerful being. This of course reached the ears of red Robin and oracle who immediately let the others know
This mission is riskier than usual as many have come to 'buy' this baby
It is expected that there's someone that will play dirty to get their hands on this child.
With their identities covered by the provided white mask Bruce and Damain enter the auction room. It wasn't a surprise that the auction house was full. it's expected.
Meanwhile, the other bats have already sneaked in the auction house along with Oracle giving maps where they should go.
The auction started with small treasures, then human slavery, building tension before revealing the final product.
"To end the night! I shall present to you what you have all been waiting for!!!" the host dragged on as the light focused on the slowly raising platform revealing a golden basket with a bundle of blankets, inside those blankets occasionally moved revealing a baby at least 6 months old
"This is a child of two powerful metahuman! Guarantee to inherit an EVEN MORE powerful meta!! " The host announced before pausing waiting" Biding starts at 80 Million dollars! "
That started the bidding, Bruce of course determined to rescue this child from the greedy people who have ill-intention for this innocent child.
when the bidding reached a billion only a few kept bidding until there were only two bidders
Bruce Wayne under the white mask with the number of 165
A mysterious girl who looked about Damain's age behind the white mask with the number of 185.
Neither was backing down.
"just how rich is this kid!?" damain heard red hood comment on the comms
Then someone moved and launched a shield with the American flag colors to the stage. The chaos started.
Damain along with his father fought to the people that crashed the auction.
"Robin! Get the child!" Oracle ordered, as Damian escaped the man in a red suit with a spider on his chest
But when he looked he saw the girl that fought batman in the bidding match escaping to the back of the stage with the baby cradle in her hands
Immediately following after her.
________
You held the child close to you while you dodge every obstacle of fallen cages/treasures.
If that man had just backed down earlier this night would have ended quietly but captain America has to interrupt or else if the bidding kept raising higher the civilians would have identified me as Iron man's adopted daughter
The identity of iron man was no secret but the identity of your vigilante is. The public only knows of you as the adopted daughter and nothing else only appearing on galas and as a temporary representative whenever tony doesn't want to go out
You swing your straight hand towards the boy following you, when he dodged you sliced the wood nearby clean.
"Who are you? and why do you want the child?" The boy questioned his voice stern
"You're trained" you commented completely ignoring his questions. Not many can dodge your swings
Damian's frown deepens when he senses bloodlust suddenly surrounding you
Instincts saved him when you kept swinging your hands like they're knives.
The speed and bloodlust is all damian needed to figure out you're a trained assassin but your techniques were unfamiliar to him
That night ended with Damian covered in slashed wounds and empty handed.
The baby was later named Morgan (yes I did that shut up)
That was four years ago...
You squished your face to Damian's face demanding attention. You felt his hand wrap around your waist "yes, beloved?"
You let out a grunt.
Damian only lets a small smile slip before fully looking at you. It sometimes surprises him that the girl that wanted to kill him now always wants his attention and affection.
But he wouldn't change that for the world.
a/n: didn't turn out how I wanted but oh well I'm tired. goodnight :)
SYNOPSIS: Damian Wayne has never been the kind of man to fall in love halfway. And when he loves, he does it with all the ferocity and devotion of someone who was trained to safeguard what he holds most dear
So when the girl he loves shinesâhe makes sure the world never dims her
PAIRINGS: Aged Up! Damian Wayne x Reader
TAGS: Romance, Fluff, Implied Dick x Kori, Implied Tim x Kon
đŒ :: i've seen too much alpha male content on tiktok i had to write this masterpiece to calm myself
đŒ :: i get that this might be ooc for damianâlike i said, i'm not very familiar with the canon material yetâbut i don't care because this is my fic and i can do what i want with it
đŒ :: i wanted to post this before part three of my tim fic just 'cause that one isn't quite done yet. i'm not yet satisfied with the way i've written it so this is a little something to have while you guys wait for that one.
Thereâs something in herâ
Something radiant.
Itâs not loud or dramatic.
Not desperate or flashy.
Itâs just⊠bright.
The way she walks into a room and transforms it, like someone opened the windows and let the sunlight inâsuddenly everything feels warmer, clearer, alive.
Damian fell in love with that brightness.
And the moment he did?
He made it his job to protect it.
One Year Ago
He showed up on her window balcony with a dislocated shoulder and a look that said: donât ask.
So she didnât.
She just opened the window, said, âYouâre bleeding on my basil,â and went to get the first aid kit.
They werenât dating then. Not really.
He was Damian Wayne. She was the girl who sat beside him in classâlip gloss always perfect, boots too pretty for Gotham grime, with a knack for saying something ridiculous and making it sound profound.
They met in a Philosophy 101 elective.
He thought she was an idiot for quoting Barbie.
She thought he was repressing sixteen years of rage and probably slept with his fists clenched.
Both were right.
But they also partnered on a debate project, complained about their annoying classmates, and kept running into each other at increasingly inconvenient moments.
Heâd show up to class with split knuckles and a stitched lip, and she wouldnât ask. Sheâd just pass him an ice cold water bottle, slide her hoodie over for him to use as a makeshift ice pack, and keep talking like nothing was unusual.
One time he came in with blood drying beneath his collar. She only raised an eyebrow, moved her takeout box closer to him, and said, âThe garlic bread is still warm.â
When he disappeared for five days and returned, knocking on her doorâlimping, face paler than usual and shoulder stiffâshe didnât ask where heâd been. She just opened her door, pointed him to the couch, made soup, and put on a movie he once mentioned he enjoyed.
He stopped showing up anywhere else after long nights. Only her window.
They werenât supposed to fall in love. He wasnât supposed to fall in love
There were too many unsaid things between themâtoo much shadow in his world, too much light in hers. He carried weight in his shoulders like he was always bracing for war. She wore joy like armor, all sunshine and clever comebacks, like she could survive anything as long as she stayed golden.
But he kept coming back. For her. For the way she patched him up in glittery pajamas and brewed him coffee the way he liked it. For how she met every argument he madeâdisarming his logic with a well-placed âactuallyââand still managed to be gentle about it, like she was offering correction with a ribbon tied around it.
For the way she made being brilliant look funâand made him feel things he wasnât supposed to. Things he didnât have the time or luxury for.
It drove him insane.
He called her infuriating. She called him dramatic.
He kept coming back. And she let him.
Eventually, he told her. About Robin. About the League. About the fact that he wasnât just bruised from bar fights, but from chasing actual death through rooftops and gutters.
She blinked. Took a breath. Then asked, âSo thatâs why youâre so bad at texting back?â
He stared.
She handed him his coffee. âCool. That explains a lot.â
Now
Damian Wayne doesnât do anything halfway.
Not in battle. Not in love.
So when it came to herâthere was never going to be anything halfway about it.
He calculated the risk, weighed the consequences, and still handed her the keys.
He didnât accidentally fall in love.
He didnât casually let her into the Bat-side of his life.
And heâs sure as hell not going to keep living under the same roof as his gossiping, nosy, emotionally invasive brothers when he could be waking up next to her in a place of their own.
So yes.
The only logical next step?
Move out. Take her with him.
âDamian. Baby. Love of my life. Please do not fold my dress like itâs a tactical vest.â
She didnât even look up from her side of the room, where she was carefully organizing makeup into a padded case like it was crown jewels. Damian, meanwhile, was frowning over her favorite silk dress, currently flattened into a rectangle.
âIt wrinkles when you pack it like that,â she said, tone calm but pointedâclearly watching him out of the corner of her eye.
âItâs more space-efficient,â he said flatly, still folding.
âItâs Dior.â
âThat doesnât make it less wrinkle-prone.â
She sighed, standing up and crossing the room to peel the dress from his hands. âThis is why youâre not allowed near my closet unsupervised.â
âI rescued a civilian diplomat in less time than itâs taking you to pack makeup,â he muttered, watching as she delicately re-folded the fabric with a practiced roll.
âAnd yet here you are,â she said softly, â still showing up for me anyway.â
He flies her to the new placeânot because itâs far, but because he likes the way her eyes light up when he does things like that. Private jet. Window seat. Her favorite drink already waiting.
The residence is technically still in Gotham.
Discreet. Reinforced. High above the noise.
A penthouseâthree levels of clean lines and curated light.Â
The kitchen looks like it was designed for a cooking show.
Thereâs library already holds all her annotated books, shelved just the way she likes them.
Their bedroom has blackout curtains, soft sheets, and her favorite throw blanket folded neatly at the foot of the bed.
Sheâs silent for a long moment. Then:
âYou decorated.â
âTt. Iâm not a savage.â
The adjustment, the rhythm, the quiet luxury of building something together.
It doesnât happen all at once. But the space eventually starts to feel like themâlike a home.
Damian, ever precise, takes to domesticity the way he does combat: intensely, instinctively, and with startling dedication.Â
He remembersâtoo clearlyâthose nights she wordlessly cleaned the blood from his knuckles, nudged a warm bowl of fresh soup toward him, handed him a fresh shirt and didnât ask questions.
Back then, he hadnât known how to say thank you. So now, he shows it in the only way he knows how: by making her life gentler wherever he can. By handling the sharp corners before she gets near them. By protecting her from the quiet exhaustion she never complains about.
It starts small.
Sheâs hummingâsoft, distractedâwhile folding towels on a quiet Sunday afternoon.
Damian walks in.
Pauses. Frowns slightly.
âBeloved.â
âHmm?â
âYou shouldnât be doing that.â
âItâs laundry. Iâm not battling Deathstroke.â
âStill.â
Two days later, every piece of clothing she ownedâincluding ones she didnât remember buyingâwas folded, hung, and steam-pressed in perfectly color-coded rows.
No explanation.
Just a silent housekeeper named Marta, who appears twice a week like clockwork.
âWhy?â she asks later, a little amused.
âBecause you were humming,â he says simply. âAnd your voice is better when youâre not tired.â
She doesnât cook. Unless you count heating water for tea.
Every morning, she wakes up to a pre-set breakfast bar tailored to her weekly cravings.
Avocados? Already sliced.
Eggs, soft-boiled for exactly six minutes? Naturally.
Chocolate-dipped strawberries on Tuesdays? Of course.
She once jokingly asked for pancakes shaped like bats.
The plate was waiting the next morningâcomplete with tiny edible batarangs.Â
âYou know I can cook, right?â she once mumbled, more puzzled than insistent.Â
Damian, without looking up from his tablet, âYou could also write a thesis in glitter gel pen. Doesnât mean you should.âÂ
She doesnât grocery shop. Sheâs never had to.Â
The fridge is always stocked. The pantry never dips below half. The fruit is always fresh, the snacks never stale, and somehow, everything she loves appears just before she realizes sheâs craving it.
The exact brand of instant ramen she lives on during final?
Local lemonade she swears tastes better than store-bought?
Her favorite brand of oat milk that always sells out?
Itâs just there. Always. As if the universe anticipated it
âor Damian Wayne.
Heâd hired a private grocer before they even moved in. Arranged deliveries on a rotating schedule. Commissioned a smart inventory system that flagged replacements before she noticed anything missing.Â
Thereâs no grocery list taped to the fridge, no scribbled reminders on the counter, no panicked âweâre out of milkâ moment. It just⊠never happens.
âDid you go to the store?â she asked once, squinting at the restocked shelf of her favorite jam.
âNo,â Damian said. âThe store comes to us.â
She doesnât clean.
Not because sheâs lazy.
Because Damian has built a life where she simply doesnât have to.
The housekeeper arrives exactly when theyâre out.
The vacuum runs on a silent schedule while they sleep.
Thereâs a scent diffuser system that releases calming scents like warm vanilla and fresh linen.Â
The kinds of scents that say: Youâre home.
She tried to vacuum once.
He unplugged the cord without a word, handed her a cup of tea, and delegated the task to Marta.
âThis feels excessive,â she said once, laughing.
âNo,â Damian answered. âItâs called priorities.â
âPriorities?â
âYes. You have better things to do than chase dust bunnies.â
She huffed a laugh. âLike what?â
âBeing brilliant. Annoying me. Tending to your garden of plants you call your children.â
âYour attention is a resource I refuse to waste on dust.â he said simply.
The only time she ever picked up a broom was to threaten Jason with it.
She asked him once.
âIs this a power thing?â sheâd asked, curled in his lap on their couch.
âAre you trying to take care of me because you think I canât?â
He had looked at her then, calm and deadly sincere.
âNo. Iâm taking care of you because you shouldnât have to waste your time doing menial things. Because your time is valuable. Because your mind is extraordinary. Because I can.â
She didnât answer right away. Just rested her head against his shoulder, eyes soft.
âYou know Iâd do the same for you, right?â
âI know,â he murmured, brushing his fingers through her hair. âThatâs why I wonât let you beat me to it.â
âYou protect the city,â she tells him once. âAnd I donât even do the dishes.â
He looks at her like sheâs lost her mind.
âYou protect me.â
He said it like a fact.
And she didnât laugh. Didnât roll her eyes or argue like she usually might.
It was ridiculous. Over the top. The kind of thing people say in movies, in poems, in love songs whispered between verses.
But the thing about Damian Wayne wasâ
To him, her happiness wasnât a luxury. It was a metric. A criteria for what was worth her time, her effort, her energy.
If it drained her, it was cut. If it bored her, it was handled. If it made her pause too long before smiling, it was gone by morning.
âBut Damianââ
âIf it doesnât make you happy,â he said, quietly, forehead pressed to hers, âit doesnât belong in your day.â
One of the things she does doâwithout failâis wait up.
Damian came back with blood on his sleeve and exhaustion in his bones. The patrol had gone longer than expected, and the gash across his arm told her more than any debrief ever could.
She met him at the balcony window, arms crossed, your expression sharp with worry poorly disguised as irritation.
âWe are having words,â she said firmly.
âI neutralized a threatââ he started, voice hoarse.
âNo,â she interrupted, stepping forward and grabbing his uninjured wrist. âWe are having nourishment, then words. In that order.â
He grunted something unintelligible, but didnât pull away. Let her guide him out of his boots. Let her steer him to the kitchen. Let her fuss over him even as he rolled his eyes and muttered that he was fine.
Damian Wayne might be a soldier, might be lethal, might have faced down warlords and monstersâ
But in her hands, he was just a man who needed soup, stitches, and someone to tell him not to bleed on the countertop.
And she always did. Every time.
âYou disobeyed a direct girlfriend command,â she said, dabbing antiseptic on his scrapes and bruises. âI should revoke your forehead kisses.â
âYou wouldnât dare.â he grunted.
She simply leaned in, kissed his browâgentle, lingering, a silent promiseâand whispered, âNext time you come home bleeding, I will.â
It makes her happy, he knows.
To help.
To protect him the way he protects her.
To be part of this secret thing that is his, and now, theirs.
And because he has herâŠ
He trains harder. Fights harder. Smarter. Cleaner.
He fights with her voice echoing in his ear, and with the knowledge that if he slipsâif he faltersâit will scare her.
âYou did good tonight,â she says after every patrol. âCome home safe. Thatâs all I want.â
So he does.
Because she keeps him steady.
Keeps him from going too far, from losing himself in the mission.
From the silence that used to follow him home.
It was the first time sheâd ever hosted anything in their penthouse.
Sheâd sent the invite on impulse, halfway through raiding the pantry for snacks. Damian hadnât said anything when he saw the group chat name pop up. He only raised a brow and muttered something about âsurviving one evening of meddling.â
The Gotham Partners Support Groupâą
hangout? snacks, drinks, and possibly unsolicited love advice
KORI: absolutely, i will bring flowers!!
KON: on my way as long as no one makes me play charades
DICK: lies, you love it
She laughed out loud reading it, already half-buzzing with excitement.
Koriâs heels click against the polished marble, echoing softly through the open space.
Kon lets out a low whistle when he sees the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Dick stops in front of the kitchen island, eyebrows raised. âIs that real marble?â
Tim pretends not to be impressed, but his fingers havenât stopped tracing the edge of the built-in espresso bar for five solid minutes.
Thereâs musicâsoft. Lightingâwarm, romantic. Scentsâfloral and calming.
And in the middle of it all is her, radiant in pink silk shorts and a cardigan she didnât button up all the way, offering fresh lemonade in glasses that chill themselves.
Kon accepts his with both hands, eyes wide as he takes in the curated calm of the space.
âThis is what you live like?â he asks her, somewhere between awe and disbelief.
Tim doesnât look up from where heâs adding a lemon slice to his own glass. âThis is what Damian insisted she live like.â
Kon whistles low. âDamn. I get it now.â
Kon finds the in-house massage chair. Within seconds, heâs flat on his back, eyes closed, muttering something about never leaving.
Dick discovers the balcony gardenârows of herbs, sun-warmed terracotta, and a vine-draped bench with a throw pillow. He whistles low, brushing his fingers over the rosemary. âDidnât know Damian had a green thumb.â
âHe doesnât,â she calls from the kitchen. âI do. He just bought the balcony.â
Kori, meanwhile, opens the walk-in pantryâand promptly gasps. âYou have an entire section just for different kinds of honey??â
âI like options.â, she beams.
Jason hasnât even shown up yet, and already the place is buzzing.
Konâs half-asleep in the massage chair, murmuring threats to anyone who tries to make him move. Dick is crouched in the garden corner, dramatically sniffing potted herbs and assigning them names with far too much confidence. Koriâs opened three jars of honey for âtaste-testing purposesâ and is now trying to convince Damian to try the lavender one on toast.
Tim is loitering by the drinks counter, drink in one hand, the other typing furiously on his phone, pretending not to laugh at the chaos around him.
And through it all, sheâs just laughingâat ease, perfectly unbotheredâas Damian leans against the kitchen island behind her, watching it all unfold with a look that says: this is his personal hell and also heâs never been happier.
They gather around the low table in the loungeâpillows everywhere, soft throws tossed over laps, bowls of popcorn and fancy chips within reach, half-finished drinks sweating on coasters. Laughter echoes off the high ceilings, warm and unhurried.
Kori nudges her with a grin, eyes sparkling.
âSo you really donât cook?â
âNope.â
âOr clean?â
âNot once.â
âAnd Damian doesnât mind?â
Before she can answer, Damianâseated beside her, legs crossed, perfectly composed, fingers idly brushing her kneeâscoffs.
âMind? Iâd be offended if she tried.â
Jason, fork in hand, lazily gestures toward her as he leans back into the cushions.
 âSo what do you even do in the penthouse all day if youâre not cooking, cleaning, shopping, or doing laundry?â
The question wasnât malicious. Just curious. Playful, even.
Damian answers before she canâcalm, certain, unapologetic.
âShe studies, she writes, she drives me insane by reciting musicals.â
Tim snorted into his drink. âYouâre spoiling her.â
âShe deserves it,â Damian said simply.
Jason raised a brow. âWhatâs she ever gonna do if youâre not around to handle everything?â
âThrive,â Damian repeatedâcold, final. His gaze didnât waver. âBecause Iâm building her a life where she can.â
Damian leans back, calm and unaffected. âI donât understand why her not doing chores surprises you. My mother never lifted a hand to sweep a floor in her life. And no one dared question her capability.â
Dick raised a brow. âYour mother also runs an empire of assassins.â
Damian doesnât miss a beat. âExactly. And she never wasted time on tasks that diluted her strength.â
Because Damian Wayne may live under Bruceâs roof, fight under the Batâs symbol, and protect Gothamâs streetsâ
But the foundation of his worldview?
That was all Talia al Ghul.
âI grew up watching people serve my mother. Not because she demanded it, but because her time was valuable. You donât train the worldâs most dangerous woman to hand-wash her robes. You let her focus on what makes her extraordinary.â
His gaze flicked to her, sitting beside himâpink silk and soft joy wrapped in confidence.
âSo I made sure my belovedâwho is, in her own right, extraordinaryâlives the same way.â
Kori nodded slowly. Kon glanced her way, thoughtful.
Damian spoke without hesitation. âWhy would I ask the person I love to waste time on things I can pay others to handleâwhen she could spend that time with me, pursuing her passions, or simply existing in peace?â
Dick leaned back, arms crossed, mulling it over. âSo itâs not spoiling her.â
âItâs honoring her,â Damian corrected, voice calm but absolute.
Jason scoffed, grinning. âAnd here I thought you were just whipped.â
Damian raised a brow. âOh, I am. Fully. Willingly.â A pause. âYou should try it.â
Everyone stared at him for a moment. Then:
Kon let out a low whistle. âHonestly? I get it. She glows in this place. Like she owns the world.â
âShe does,â Damian replied, calm and certain. âMine.â
There was once a time when the world was like a fantasy video game.
But then, one man changed it all. He fought against the upper beings and reversed timeâback to before the world became what it was.
This action gave everyone another chance at peace.
Those who were once considered the strongest in their country now lived peaceful lives.
Some had married, some had children, some got promoted in their jobs.
Everyone gained something they never had in the previous world.
A sacrifice made by Sung Jinwooâone that no one would ever remember.
But he, himself, was able to live happily in his new life.
Until new beings decided that one of them should rule over this world.
Sung Jinwoo was forced to leave his family behind to fight those beings and keep the peace he worked so hard to create.
And in the process, gates appeared once again, forcing those who lived in peace to fight again.
But this time, a new generation had been raised to help them.
One by one, people began awakening again.
Gates appeared again.
The system was created again.
A new normal had begun once more.
---
It was the start of a new season. Children dreaded this time of year, as it marked the beginning of the school yearâthough some looked forward to it.
One of those who did was Baek (Name), because this season marked her first day entering law school.
Because of Baek Yoon-hoâs undeniable sense of justice, that same passion was passed down to his eldest daughter. Wanting to be like her father, a firefighter, she once dreamed of saving lives.
But that dream⊠she soon realized it wasnât for her. She had the physique for itâtaller than average, fit, and emotionally intelligentâbut something didnât click.
After pestering her father for a chance and obtaining permission from his captain, she was allowed to try a firefighter simulation. At first, she was confident and took the lead. But things went south, and she frozeâher mind went blank. She ended up being one of the people who needed to be saved.
That was the day she set her eyes on another pathâlaw.
It was a path she immediately fell in love with and pursued wholeheartedly.
Now, she stood before her dream university, excitement glowing on her face.
The building screamed justiceâfrom the towering statue of Lady Justice to the grand, castle-like architecture. Students poured through the large entranceâsome holding books, others carrying laptops or even small tables.
Holding her printed schedule for the first semester, she walked through the doors she knew sheâd be entering for many days to come. The interior was just as majestic as she had imagined.
The entrance hall was spacious, with a large chandelier hanging above. Beneath it stood a small indoor fountain, and on each side of the room were four massive doors.
She walked deeper into the building, admiring the viewâbut now wasnât the time to get distracted. She still had a class to attend.
---
Bang! Bang!
The sound of the bell echoed, sending students hurrying to their classroomsâ
all except (Name).
Arriving early didnât help her; she still didnât make it to class on timeâor maybe she wouldnât make it at all today.
The university was like a maze. Every corner led to three more, and when she tried to backtrack, she only got more lost.
Now, she stood in the middle of an empty hallway, a defeated look on her face, embarrassment bubbling in her chest.
âWhat are you doing in the middle of lecture time?!â someone yelled from the other end of the hall. The voice was strict, sharp. (Name) hesitated to look.
âIâm talking to you!â the voice came closer. âWhy wonât you answer, huh? Are you skipping class!?â
When you finally looked at the woman, your embarrassment flooded over, and tears began to sting your eyes.
Just great. On your very first dayânot only did you step on poop this morning, now youâre late to class, friendless, and getting yelled at by some mean old lady.
You swallowed hard and managed to speak through a sniffle.
âIâm sorry, Iâm a first-year. Itâs my first time hereâI got lost and canât find my class.â
Your heart clenched when the womanâs frown deepened. She probably thought you made that up to avoid trouble.
As you fumbled to take out your ID, she snatched your printed schedule and glanced at it.
âWell, obviously youâre lost! This wing is for third-years. Whatâdid you just follow a bunch of students here because you thought they were the same grade as you?â
Your face flushed red as you looked down at your shoes, fidgeting with your ID lace.
The woman turned and started walking awayâwith your schedule.
âAh! Wait!â you called, chasing after her.
âWhere are you going??â you asked, running to keep up. Who even was this lady?
She stopped in front of a classroom and knocked before opening the door.
âProfessor Yoon, I believe this is one of your students,â she said, gesturing toward you.
The professor looked you up and down.
âWhatâs your name, dear?â he asked, pushing his glasses up.
âBaek (Name), professor.â
You stiffened. The manâprobably in his seventiesâwas observing you from head to toe.
âAhh, youâre Baek! I called your name earlier during attendance, but no one answered!â he chuckled. âSo you mustâve just gotten lost, huh?â
Your cheeks burned, but he smiled warmly and patted your head.
âNo need to be so hard on yourself, dear. Youâre actually the fifth student escorted here today.â
Relief washed over you, and your tense shoulders relaxed.
âOhâŠâ was all you managed to say as the strict lady handed back your schedule.
âHere. First-year classrooms are only around this area. The cafeteriaâs by the entrance, through the big door you saw closed this morning,â she said before walking off.
You looked down and noticed she had written room numbers beside each professorâs name.
âAh, thank you!â you called after herâonly to be met with a sharp glare.
When you finally sat down, another knock came at the doorâanother lost first-year.
That sight eased your embarrassment, and you finally relaxed in your seat.
Before dismissing class, Professor Yoon smiled.
âBecause first-years tend to get lost on the first day, I donât start lectures right away. Canât say the same for other professors though.â
The bell rang.
âAll right then, Iâll see you all tomorrow. Good luck!â
---
The final bell echoed through the halls.
You packed up your things and hurried outside with the crowd.
The sky was gloomyâa sure sign of rain.
You shouldâve listened to your mother and brought that small umbrella, but youâd been too stubborn. It wouldâve added more weight to your already heavy bag.
Now, you had to hurry to the train station and keep your bag, books, and laptop dry.
But alasâyou ended up stranded under a bus stop with a few middle schoolers, all calm with their umbrellas open.
You stood impatiently, tapping your shoe against the pavement. The rain grew heavier, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.
Anxiety pooled in your stomach. Your train would arrive in less than thirty minutes, and taking the bus home wasnât idealâyou were tired, and rush hour was coming fast.
âUmm⊠noona? Are you okay?â a voice asked from behind.
Apparently, your constant tapping had caught someoneâs attention.
Ugh. Great. You disturbed them.
âUh, yeah,â you replied curtly. Honestly, you werenât in the mood for small talk.
You turned and bowed slightlyâa polite gesture. The boy looked nervous, probably a third- or fourth-year middle schooler.
âOh, are you sure? Doesnât the rain make you feel relaxed?â he asked again. Persistent kid. Then again, standing here in silence mustâve been awkward for him. Poor thing.
You sighed, sat beside him, and leaned your head back against the bus stop wall.
âActually, it usually does,â you admitted, looking up at the roof. âBut right now, I just wish it would stop for a few minutes so I can catch my train. So yeah, Iâm pretty stressed.â
You turned to himâand found him already staring at you.
His eyes are⊠beautiful.
They were a pale shade of gray, his pupils slightly dilated, shining faintly under the streetlightâlike they were pulling you in.
âNoona?â
âHuh? Whaâ?â You blinked rapidly. âSorry, I spaced out. Did you say something?â
He chuckled softly. âI said, if youâre in that much of a hurry, you can take my umbrella.â He held it out toward you. âHere.â
âHuh?! What about you? How will you get home? Your parents must be worried.â
âItâs fine. I live nearby, and I have an extra one in my bag,â he lied smoothly, placing the handle in your hand.
You hesitatedâbut then your phone lit up. Less than 20 minutes left!
âOkay, okay! Iâll take it! Iâll bring it back tomorrowâthank you so much!!â
You grabbed the umbrella and dashed through the rain toward the train station.
Panting, you flashed your train card and barely made it through the doors as they slid shut.
Ahh! I didnât even ask his name.
---
Sung Suho watched as the noona ran through the rain.
He didnât actually have an extra umbrellaâbut he could wait for the rain to stop. That noona couldnât afford to miss her train.
---
Suho had arrived at the bus stop with a few friends just as the rain began. A college student had taken shelter there too.
One of his friends whistled. âLooks like itâs gonna pour for a while. Sorry, guysâIâve got curfew. See ya!â
âMe too. Letâs hang out tomorrow, okay?â another said.
âYeah, sure. See you guys,â Suho replied, watching them disappear into the rain.
He shouldâve gone home tooâbut leaving a girl alone under a bus stop at night felt wrong. He remembered the reports from his fatherâs police department.
Iâll stay a little longer, he thought.
The silence was awkward. The noona beside him seemed frustrated, her foot tapping faster and faster.
âUmm⊠noona? Are you okay?â he asked gently, hoping to break the tension.
âUh, yeah,â you replied shortly.
Oh⊠okay, he thought awkwardly. Maybe she was just waiting for the busâor for the rain to stop.
When you turned to bow politely, he noticed you clearlyâa college student, definitely from the nearby law school. You were tall, sharp-featured, with multiple piercings. Pretty⊠and cool.
But your hair was a mess, like a puffed-up cat. Maybe it wasnât your best day.
âOh, are you sure? Doesnât the rain make you feel relaxed?â he tried again, wanting to keep the conversation going.
You sighed and sat beside him, leaning back with exhaustion.
âActually, it usually does. But right now, I just wish itâd stop so I can make my train on time. Iâm really stressed.â
As you turned your head toward him, Suho froze.
Her eyes⊠theyâre mesmerizing.
They were orangeâbright, wild, and alive. Heâd never seen such eyes before. They looked like something out of a video game.
His heart pounded faster, and he blurted, âYou know⊠you can use my umbrella if you want.â
The way your eyes lingered on his made his heartbeat even louder.
Could this be⊠a medical issue? Heâd have to ask his aunt later.
When you didnât respond, he cleared his throat. âNoona?â
âUhâyeah? Sorry, I spaced out. Did you say something?â
He chuckled. âI said, if youâre in that much of a hurry, you can take my umbrella.â
âHuh?! What about you? How will you get home?â
âItâs fine. I live around here. Iâve got another one,â he said, handing it to you.
You glanced at your phone, panicking at the time. âOkay, okay! Iâll take it! Iâll give it back tomorrow! Thank you so much!â You took off running toward the train station.
Unnamed Mother but she will appear and I'll give her a name by then
Baek Mi-ho (Younger sister)
Rank: A-Rank
Class: Fighter
Occupation:
Hunter
Chief Inspector
Lawyer's assistant (formally)
Weapons:
Sawblade Bat
Daggers (usually hidden in her suit)
Background:
(name) was still attending law school when the Great Cataclysm happened at the time she was part-time as a lawyer's assistant while also gaining experience and earning income.
(Name) was one of the first in the world to awaken as a hunter and made major contributions to helping Korean netizens adjust to the new-normal. Hence, how Chairman Woo noticed her and proposed an offer to her when the Hunters association was still being developed.
(Name) awaken before her father, Baek yoon-ho.
(name) was traumatized as a hunter, often being forced to clear dungeons at the time Hunters were a small population.
(name) officially stopped clearing dungeons when she started working under the leadership of Chairman Woo. Though she still has her license, she refuses to enter a dungeon after witnessing all her friends die in front of her.
(name) finished her law school and board exam thus receiving her license. As a licensed lawyer, she was one of the many who contributed to making legal laws for the Korean hunters association.
(name) may have accomplished many things before reaching the age of 30. She carries the weight of guilt for those who awakened first like her and didn't survive to see how the world changed.
When Baek Yoon-ho awakened as korean's first S-rank hunter he offered his daughter (name) the position vice guildmaster of the White Tiger Guild, but she refused and stayed in the Hunters association. She instead suggested to reserve the position for her younger sister in case she awakens.
(name)'s sawblade bat is hidden in a closet in her office at the hunters association.
Note: She's going to be in suits majority of the series
I've been thinking of an Oc of sorts for SL Ragnarok.
Okay imagine this! Baek Yoon-ho has two daughters and his eldest works as chairman woo's assistant/secretary/vice Anything.
And then there's sung suho who somehow managed to develop a crush on this said woman.
remember that last post I made about yoon-ho planning to set suho up to his daughter but yoonho is thinking about setting suho to his youngest, miho because she may be a little older but close of age to suho.
So imagine his surprise when he witness suho having a small pink dust on his cheeks while talking to his much older daughter.
ps. OKAY OKAY Imagine suho just into woman a older than him, hm??
I WANT TO MAKE THIS INTO A FANFIC BUT I'M NOT CAUGHT UP IN THE NOVEL YETđđ I'm afraid I may put something on the fic that doesn't fit the novel's plot ykyk??
I've been thinking of an Oc of sorts for SL Ragnarok.
Okay imagine this! Baek Yoon-ho has two daughters and his eldest works as chairman woo's assistant/secretary/vice Anything.
And then there's sung suho who somehow managed to develop a crush on this said woman.
remember that last post I made about yoon-ho planning to set suho up to his daughter but yoonho is thinking about setting suho to his youngest, miho because she may be a little older but close of age to suho.
So imagine his surprise when he witness suho having a small pink dust on his cheeks while talking to his much older daughter.
ps. OKAY OKAY Imagine suho just into woman a older than him, hm??
I WANT TO MAKE THIS INTO A FANFIC BUT I'M NOT CAUGHT UP IN THE NOVEL YETđđ I'm afraid I may put something on the fic that doesn't fit the novel's plot ykyk??
