#cravity angst

[dat-town]

pick up the pieces of my heart

Witches don’t have a heart.

MAINS. prince!Serim & witch!female reader

TROPES. fantasy au, dark fairytale vibes, angst

WARNINGS. emotional manipulation, skinship, blood, disease and death mentioned, ambiguous ending

WORDS. 1.3k

NOTES. i cannot get marionette out of my head. @restlessmaknae surprise?

“Was any of it real?” Serim asked foolishly hopeful, and oh it sounded so tragic from his lips.

You didn’t look at him, you couldn’t. You kept your eyes on the line of thorny roses curling around the tower’s window and the setting Sun painting the world beyond it red.

“Of course not,” you scoffed like somebody scolding a child for their naivety but your words tasted bitter in your mouth, they tasted like a lie.

“I don’t believe you,” Serim said, his voice hoarse and hurt but he refused to show it. “Unless you look at me when you say it.”

It was a silly ultimate as if you had anything to prove to him. As if the fact that you had him alone and at your mercy wasn’t enough. As if you couldn’t rip his heart out with your bare hands if you wanted to. He had no royal guard coming to his rescue now after all.

Princes and their self-assurance, you tsked, thinking he knew you better. Thinking you were still the innocent maid who cut her finger in his study. Thinking you wouldn’t have the heart to hurt him. That’s where he was wrong: you didn’t have a heart to begin with, you had given it away in exchange for power, for revenge and the last of your innocence had died when the king had closed off your village at the first signs of a plague.

“Don’t,” you snapped sharply when you heard the prince take a step.

He couldn’t leave. Not because you locked him in but it was a prison anyhow. The window from so high up was a death sentence and while the door to the staircase leading down was open, he would have been stupid to try. You made sure of it when you poisoned his bloodstream and tied his soul to this very place. The moment he tried to leave the tower, his heart would squeeze and fail him.

But he was even more stupid because he didn’t attempt an escape, no, he moved closer to you and that, somehow, was even worse because you remembered how it felt to have his gentle touch on you.

Candle light was flickering beside you when you lifted your gaze and looked at him. He was every bit of the prince he was born to be: lush dark locks falling elegantly over his forehead, soft features, warm brown eyes, broad shoulders filling out the expensive wine-colored suit he wore, the symbols of the kingdom sewn over the fabric and the material of his heart. He was the prince of people, kind and good. Too bad his father was a monster.

The truth was Prince Serim had lived in a golden cage his whole life.

There was a rumour whispered from mouth to mouth under the night sky that the midwife had told the king a prophecy just when his son had been born. She had said that dark days would befall on the kingdom the day the boy would leave the court. Then the queen had died, the king locked up his own son and years later, those unfortunate days the gossip promised became your goal once you coughed up the last of blackened blood of your lungs as you left your burning village behind.

It was ill-fated, really, the prince and you. It was his father’s fault that you had lost everything and everybody who had ever mattered to you, it was his fault that you cut a piece of your heart out and sealed your emotions, closing them deep inside a corner nobody would look for. If it wasn’t for him your hands wouldn’t have been crimson with blood and death, veins running black with forbidden magic coursing through them.

You had sworn to take revenge and you were willing to pay any price to show the king what it felt like: losing somebody you cared for. If you had just killed the crown prince, the sole heir to the throne, the king would have ordered a witch hunt, one so grand scale it chased you to hell and back. You weren’t afraid of death, you were almost friends after all, but you wanted the royal family to suffer more. You wanted to prolong their torture just how you had to watch the people you loved slowly die of either disease or starvation or the fire the king ordered to cleanse the ground. You wanted the kingdom to burn through and through.

You thought the prince being alive would have given you leverage and it would have given the king hope you could trample upon. What was a kingdom’s future without its heir and what did it say about its king if he couldn’t even protect his own son? You wanted to watch the monarchy crumble to dust. You wanted the king to beg you to spare them.

So the plan was easy: you had sneaked into the palace, disguising yourself as a maid, pouring small doses of your magic potion into the prince’s tea every morning. You had no plans to get close to him, you didn’t need to because if magic compromised his heart enough he would have followed you like a marionette anyways, but one day you cut your finger on a rose thorn while arranging the flowers in the vase of the prince’s study and Serim made such a fuss about it. He held your calloused hand in his soft ones, cleaning the wound like it meant something.

Over time what started out as a few polite exchanged words turned into whispered confessions about his heavy responsibilities and duties and as much of your loss as you could tell him. What started as stolen glances turned into brushing hands over silverware.

His fingers were dirty with leaked out black ink the first time he kissed you. Gently like you could break and oh how sweet revenge tasted when you scooped out the pomegranate seeds and fed them to the prince, licking the fruit’s bleeding redness from your fingers once you stained his lips with your dark magic.

You almost changed your mind then. Your hand trembled as you tipped the glass and more potion poured into his tea before flushing it down the drain. You told yourself maybe it was even better. Having the prince’s heart in the palm of your hands was a crueller revenge than you had originally planned. That if the prince chose you, a lowly maid, a witch, over his crown, over his family, it was enough.

But then Princess Amala came.

It was wrong and selfish and vile but if you couldn’t have him, you didn’t want anybody else to have him either. If the king wanted to take him away from you too, you wouldn’t let him.

So while Serim was busy convincing you that he had no idea about the royal wedding, you finished what you had started: you kissed him hard enough to draw blood and bonded the last of his soul to a place only you knew. With the promise of freedom, the prince followed you out of the palace, through the woods, to a tower covered in roses. He was still delirious when he fainted into the silk sheets when magic drained out of you.

When he woke with a start, gasping for air and clenching his hand over his heart, you knew what he felt. Dark magic always left an empty hole in one’s heart like a wound that would fester forever. So really, you couldn’t understand why he still looked at you like that instead of disgust. Like you hung the moon and the stars when now he knew what you were and what you had done.

“Please, Y/N. Please,” he pleaded, eyes glassy and bruised lips trembling, and the lie you should have told him was choking you.

Witches didn’t have a heart and yet, yours broke for him.

END NOTES. i had the idea of writing a villainess girl & damsel in distress guy dynamic for a while now so here it is. also if you noticed the hades & persephone reference, kudos to you!

title and inspiration from marionette obviously

header picture from spring rhapsody

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© 2025 dat-town

[seongminiz]

note okay so .... i've been reading a manhwa where the second lead is a yandere n dont ask me why that somehow made me think abt minhee n thats how this post was born .. (｡>﹏<) just a short thought tho might make this into a longer fic idk but im tried of gatekeeping my thoughts ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

cw yandere behavior duh , reader is so in love with him they don't see the problem with what he does bc idk i love fucked up toxic dynamics like that 💕✨ , no smut ??? in a jo seongminiz work ???? but hey its a little suggestive at least they make out 😮‍💨 n theres some biting too !!! not proof read ofc who do u take me for ( •̀ - •́ )

yandere prince!minhee who will literally kill anyone who dares to even look in your direction for more than five seconds while you, equally as lovesick, trust him with your life n will do anything for him ,, you're too obsessed with him to the point you don't even realize how all the people who oppose you, and even the ones who are more friendly to you than what is deemed appropriate, suspiciously disappear in the matter of days.

you don't even question when he makes a passing comment about how he might have to lock you up to keep you safe from the outside world that is being so cruel to you, nor do you have any complaints when that becomes a reality - after all, if minhee says its for your own good, why shouldn't you trust him? he only wants the best for you, after all.

all you have to do is sit pretty in your room the whole day n not question why the servants attending to you have become less and less with each passing day, or why minhee has taken over most of their duties n takes care of you for everything, even though hes supposed to be sooo busy as the crown prince.

you don't question all the nights minhee comes back to you covered in blood, his breath heavy and his eyes shining with a look between love and something else you can't quite place . you have actually grown quite fond of those times spent cleaning him up, from both his victim's blood and his own, as some of them won't go down without a fight.

those times when minhee leans into your touch, and holds you so tight as if you might disappear - though, where would you go? you're completely fine here with him - and hides his face in your neck, mumbling against your skin how he'll get rid of anyone that threatens to come between your love, how you're the only thing that matters to him. he reminds you you're only his, nibbling along the sensitive skin of your neck and biting your shoulder, licking along your jawline until there is barely any distance between his lips and yours - no, until there is no distance at all. he's forceful, and messy, and you accept it all because the way he kisses you is just like your love.

[restlessmaknae]

heart says yes [serim]

''i didn't know where else to go'' + "let’s get you cleaned up'' with bad boy!Serim

➳ Characters: implied bad boy!Serim x female!reader/you

➳ Genre: slice of life, angst

➳ Words: 1.7k

➳ Warning: mentions of bruises, blood, treating wounds

➳ A/N: This story was requested by @tsunchani for my request event, so I hope you enjoy it! ❤️Since you haven't specified the hurt comfort prompts, I've chosen the two mentioned above. Plus, I think this story fits the bad boy!au better than a mafia!au that you've specifically requested, but you can still see it as a mafia fic if you wish since there are no specifications said about Serim's identity.

You can still request stories for the event: you can find the guidelines here and the masterlist here.

➳ CRAVITY taglist: @tsunchani, @dat-town

Serim was like a shadow around the corner shop you worked; he was usually invisible, but you could feel him lingering there. You welcomed him coming in time and time again, but he was always pretty quiet, so you didn’t try striking up a conversation with him. You didn’t even assume that he could have it in him to stand up for you against some thugs who had come in for alcohol, but he did so, and something akin to fear lingered in the air when the men noticed who had spoken up.

That was the day you got to know his name. You wanted to thank him somehow, so you said that his purchase was on you, but he insisted that it wasn’t necessary. Somewhere along the way though, you introduced yourself, and he did the same, but he did it so carefully as if he was afraid of letting you know who he was that you didn’t push him for more questions.

The subtle signs were always there - him wearing all black clothes all the time, the loose ones that allowed him to get away from the curious eyes because he got lost in the darkness of his garments; his fingers dressed in calluses, a hint that he was working with his hands a lot; him always paying by cash and coming here late enough at night to not bump into anyone but you most of the time; and being as reserved as one could be -, but you didn’t pay attention to them. To be precise, you didn’t want to. This might not have been the safest neighbourhood, but he looked as harmless as one could be with his unruly midnight black locks frequently getting into his deep, dark eyes, his words gentle and soft-spoken when he exchanged a few meaningless words with you at the counter, and his subtle acts like leaving the change behind for you or leaving a bottle of ginger tea on the counter when he noticed that you were quite raspy due to a cold.

He was always there, swimming around the edges of your pond - a constant presence, though not yet a permanent visitor -, and you gazed at him from afar because you were similarly afraid to get too close. You were afraid that if you did so, you would get drowned, the waves crashing down on you, and keeping you down, down until you heaved your last breath. Though the bottom was as alluring as it could be…

Then, one night, a motorbike parked on the pavement before the store, and everything changed. It was after closing hours, and you already put the ‘closed’ sign on the door. You just started counting the remaining cash to let the colleague in the morning shift know how much was the starting amount when you heard shuffling from the staff room. Nobody else was supposed to be there, except you, so you held your phone in your hand, your fingers hovering over the quick emergency call button as you made your way to the back of the store. You remembered closing the back door of the staff room that led to the outside area after you had taken out the trash, so your boss or a colleague might have come in with a key or someone had broken in from behind.

With shaky breaths, you turned the doorknob and flung the door open, your fingers itching to push the emergency call button before you recognised the figure crouching by the supply shelf.

“Serim!” You breathed out, both relieved and concerned, as you pushed your phone into the pocket of your jeans. The boy looked up when you called his name, and the fresh burgundy bruises painting the pale canvas of his skin made your heart churn. His words even more so.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go,” he admitted, his voice coming out hoarse. Your brain might have told you to stay away from him, especially when he showed up unannounced at your workplace after probably being beaten up, but your heart was in control, and it didn’t let you send him away. Instead, you found yourself saying:

“It’s okay,” you tried with a reassuring nod, but you weren’t sure whether you were trying to ease his nerves or yours. Yet, despite your heart hammering away rapidly, you crouched down to be at eye-level with him, and pushed a few stray locks out of his eyes, revealing even more dark patches underneath. After examining his bruises, your eyes found his orbs already boring into yours, and for a moment, you felt yourself falter, falling into that sea of oblivion. It would have been so easy to not object, to give in to that tension that sparkled between you two, but you couldn’t sway. At least, that was what your brain told you. Your heart was telling a completely different story.

You cleared your throat, detaching yourself from the mystery that his eyes were, and announced:

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up!”

Even if the boy wanted to disagree, you were quick to search for the first-aid kit that you kept in a locker among other supplies that you or your colleagues might need for work. Sometimes you might cut your fingers or crash into a shelf, so the first-aid kit was always much appreciated, and it was usually fully packed, much to your relief.

You shuffled back to the boy with the first-aid kit in your hand, and you were surprised to find him standing as opposed to his previous crouching position. Upon seeing it, you hesitated a bit, but then the boy with the most beautiful midnight-black eyes broke the silence:

“You don’t have to do this,” he said, resigned, his words coming out like a goodbye, a choice, a crossroad. Something in you told you that he genuinely didn’t expect you to help, he just didn’t know where else to go, but it hurt for you to hear it from him - like he had already given up on you and on himself.

“But I want to, so I will!” You announced, a bit more indignant than you would have expected from yourself, and in the surprised glint of his eyes, you could tell that he was just as perplexed by your confident response as you were. Maybe that’s why he didn’t object when you asked him to sit on the nearby chair, so that you would have a better access to his bruises.

You tried hard not to concentrate on the way his eyes were constantly following your moves as if he was still doubtful that you would go along with it, but you diligently cleaned his bruises as best as you could. You had never had to tend to bruises like these ones before, and you were sure that Serim would comment on your lack of experience, but he stayed quiet. He only grumbled when you started putting antiseptic on his wounds.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be quick,” you promised, and he nodded. The bruise around his lips seemed like the most painful one, no wonder he made an inaudible sound when you put the cream on it. Simultaneously, the boy grabbed your left arm - that you left hanging by your side - to hold onto it while you were working on him, and his grip was so desperate that you felt your stomach drop.

Serim had always seemed so strong, so powerful, someone who wouldn’t need the assistance of anyone, let alone yours, but now he was holding onto you like his last piece of hope, and you had no idea whether that should comfort you or torn you apart even more. You didn’t even know whether you should pay attention to the crazy beating of your heart or the way your stomach was twisting and turning with both fear and anticipation.

“It’s done,” you said when you finished with the antiseptic, and as he looked up from his eyelashes, his fingers still holding onto your wrists firmly, his lips bruised, his face covered in a palette of purple, red and blueish colours, you had the urge to hug him, to tell him that it would be okay, to caress his wounded cheeks. Did you have the right though? Would he let you?

“Thank you, really.”

“It’s okay. You’ve saved me from those thugs sometime ago, we can say that we’re even now,” you croaked out, hoping to put together a coherent sentence when all you could think about was the gentle darkness of his eyes, the way a miniature version of you reflected back in them as if it was so natural and the abyss of him that you wouldn’t mind getting lost in.

His lips twitched and you didn’t know whether it was because of the pain or your words, and he didn’t say so. You merely gazed at each other, the moment stretching long and heralding something more, something different, something vulnerable between you two. The urges in you grew stronger, and before you could realise what you were doing, you were already reaching for his other hand that wasn’t holding yours, and gave it a light squeeze.

Serim looked surprised for a few seconds, but then he looked at your hands in a different way - he seemed thankful, touched even -, and when he spoke up, gentle and soft and warm like a blanket on a cold night, you breathed in his words, letting them fill your lungs and heart.

“Can we… can we stay like this for a few more seconds?”

Anytime, you wanted to say, but the words died on the tip of your tongue, so you merely nodded, and let him hold onto you just like you were holding onto him.

Maybe, just maybe, no matter what your brain was trying to tell you, your heart would still go for him, fight for him, care for him, and if you had to choose between the two in that moment, you would follow your heart.

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[kpop-kitkat]

All Along | Kang Minhee

pairing | royal knight!kang minhee x princess f!reader

genre/cw | angst, fluff, hurt comfort, royal au, medieval au, blood, injury, mention of minor death, major death(???), betrayal, reader’s ex is evil, crying, hopelessness, but a happy end 

wc | 2.0k

notes | loosely based off of ‘the legend of zelda: breath of the wild’ 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧  

He was right. He was right all along. And that's why Y/n was where she was now. Alone, crying, in the middle of the green forest of Kyoto, as the rain poured. He warned her that Gyemin would break her heart. He warned her that it wouldn't last forever. He warned her that he was no good in the first place. But she never thought it would could very well be the death of her. Just like it was the death of her father. 

 "You were right Minhee... you were right," she sobbed, hugging her knees as the rain soaked her black dress.

 "Y/n!" A voice called in the distance, and she could tell it was a very distressed Minhee. And it surprised her, since Minhee wasn't one to talk, let alone yell. But considering the circumstances, it was reasonable. "Y/n where are you?!"

Minhee could’ve left the kingdom of Kyoto. He could’ve abandoned Y/n as her knight, since the king was dead and he was under no rule, just like the rest of the kingdom. But he stayed. He was loyal to his duty. He was loyal to his best friend.

 "Y/n! Please!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, even sounding a bit like he was crying too. The sound tore her to pieces. 

She forced herself up from her place in the dark mud as she moved towards the sound of Minhee's voice. "Minhee! I'm over here!" She beckoned the royal knight, barely able to see through the rain. But it became clear as day when her eyes fell upon Minhee.

Her heart dropped at the sight. He was limping, an arrow in his upper right arm as well as below his left knee, both gushing with sticky red blood. His soft black hair completely disheveled, blood dripping from his lip and forehead, his uniform torn with cuts all over his arms and legs, even a particularly deep one in his stomach. Yet still, with what strength he had left, he walked over to his first and only love, only thinking about her safety and not his own agonizing pain.

 "Y/n, we need to-" he paused, hissing from the sharp pains. "... get out of here. Gyemin... he's after you," he choked out, coughing up a bit of blood. It was a wonder he wasn't dead. He was stubborn, after all.

 "Minhee," she sighed, mouth open as tears stung her already tired of crying eyes. "What did they do to you," she reached out to touch his arm but he pulled away.

 "Forget about me..." he begged, grabbing her hand as he began to sprint.

 As they ran, Y/n heard the frightening sound of a horse whining, signaling Gyemin and his men were near. Fear giving her an adrenaline rush, she picked up the pace, matching hers with Minhee's. Minhee and Y/n had long disregarded their appearance, being covered in blood and dirt, their hair complete messes. Even some of his blood had spilled onto Y/n, causing her to shudder. 

The path ahead became blurry to Y/n. Her grip on Minhee's hand loosened continuously. And he only noticed how tired she was when he no longer held a hand in his. Hers slipped out of his, and now, she was on her hands in knees, sitting in the mud.

Her senses were completely overwhelmed. Her ears rang painfully, she could smell only the spring rain, she felt hardly anything anymore but the cold, she tasted the blood that spilled from her lip, and she saw a blurry version of the forest. "How did it come to this," she began, eyes closed as it was less painful that way. She didn't even bother to look up as Minhee knelt before her. "My father is gone, Gyemin is exactly the person you said he was, yet I believed him and not you. And I let everyone down," she took a shaky breath. “I should’ve known he’d turn the minds of our allies. Now I can’t tell friend from enemy,” she said, just angry with herself. “I never thought anything would've led to this," her voice broke, as she made eye contact with the handsome knight, her hands still deep in the mud. 

She couldn't keep it in any longer. She began to sob as her body fell into Minhee's arms. He caught her and held her close, comforting her the only way he knew how. She grabbed his bloodied uniform and dried her tears with it. None of this should’ve been happening. It was all wrong. 

“I’m so sorry Minhee… you were right all along, I should’ve believed you,” she whispered, clutching him tightly still. 

He closed his eyes and stroked her hair. “It’s alright, it isn’t your fault,” he assured, for a moment completely forgetting his immense pain. 

She pulled away from him and looked at his wounds again. She cried even more at the sight. She could feel his pain, almost literally. But she stayed strong, and rose to her feet as Minhee helped her up, when in reality, she should’ve been the one helping him. Perseverance was always one of his best qualities. 

“There are some old ruins not far from here. Let’s take shelter there,” Y/n suggested. Minhee nodded to her words and started in the direction which she pointed. And not long after, they’d arrived, with no Gyemin in sight.

Y/n looked for a place to rest, when she heard a thud behind her. She quickly turned around, and saw that Minhee had collapsed. “Minhee!” She exclaimed, running to his side, making him look at her. She grabbed his hand and smiled at him, despite her worry. “Minhee… don’t move, I’ll get help,” she assured, though her nervousness showed. 

“Y/n…”

”I’ll find someone who is still loyal to me. I’m the queen now, there must be somebody out here.”

”Y/n…”

”And they’ll heal you, and you’ll be better again… everything will go back to the way it was! And we could-“ 

“Y/n!”

She looked at him as her tears fell onto his wounds, not wanting to hear what he had to say. 

“It’s… ahh,” he gasped in pain. “Too… late…” 

She cried quietly and put her hands on either side of his face. “No it isn’t… you can’t say that,” she shook her head. “You’ll be fine, you have to be fine. I can’t live without you,” she confessed, hands and head falling onto his chest. 

“Y/n…” he smiled through the pain, as she looked up at him, wearing the most pain-filled expression.

“Minhee… no… please…” she whispered. 

“I… love you,” he breathed out.

He gave her a sad smile before leaning up towards her, pressing his lips to hers. And she kissed back gently, wanting to remember this moment for ever, because it very well could be her last. She felt him slipping away until his head fell limp onto the ground, lips detaching from hers.

”Somebody please,” she began, gradually getting louder. “Somebody help! Help me!” She screamed as she held Minhee close to her, not finding the heartbeat she wanted to find. Not finding the warmth she needed.

“Princess!” A voice called in the distance, and she recognized that voice anywhere. One of her father’s loyal bodyguards, Jinseong. As well as his other bodyguard Minjoon. They ran to her side. 

“Please help him. Do it whatever it takes to get him back. I love him,” she instructed, doing her best to sound brave. 

“Yes princess,” Jinseong nodded, and with Minjoon’s help, they carried Minhee away to their secret hideout, far from the castle, which was now overrun by the enemy. 

Another figure appeared. Y/n’s handmaiden, Jaehwa. “Princess, follow me to the village of Yoshino. It’s safe there.”

Y/n nodded before following one of the only other humans she trusted.

~~~~~

Y/n stayed in Yoshino for months. Minhee was alive, but barely holding on. He stayed in Kikai, a hideout in Kyoto, populated with the only good people left that lived in the castle and castle town. There, he was treated by skilled medics who were doing there best to bring him back.

”Princess?” Jaehwa’s voice rang out.

”Yes?” Y/n turned her head towards the girl.

”Minhee. He’s back.”

Y/n’s heartbeat sped up ten times faster than before. “Where is he?”

”He’s on his way to the village now. People have seen him in the distance from the surrounding mountains. He-“

Y/n didn’t allow Jaehwa to finish her sentence as she ran out of the house she was staying in, getting a new feeling of happiness she hadn’t had since the fateful day. She immediately went to the stable and mounted her horse, H/n, and galloped towards the path that led to Kikai, planning to meet him on his way. 

The horse galloped a bit faster, sensing Y/n’s urgency to get to the place she was headed to. More like the person she was headed to. 

There he was. As ethereal as ever. Much cleaner than she last saw him. No blood, no messy hair, no dirt, no torn clothes. Some bruises and scars, of course, but they were a symbol of his bravery. 

“Minhee!” She dismounted her horse and ran towards his horse. 

“Princess wait!” Jinseong warned. “He’s not the Minhee you once knew,” he explained, dismounting his own horse and walking towards her, standing between her and Minhee. 

“What do you mean?” She asked.

”He’s lost his memory. He hasn’t been himself.”

”As your queen, I demand you step aside,” she said. “I want to see him.”

He hung his head. “As you wish.”

She walked up to Minhee’s horse. “You remember me, don’t you?” 

Minhee stared blankly at her, scaring her. And she backed away when he slid down from his horse and began walking towards her, saying nothing.

”Uhh, Minhee?” She laughed nervously, backing away as he neared her. And since they were in a valley, she backed away until her back was against the stone wall of the mountain. 

“Princess,” Jinseong warned again, ready to draw his sword against Minhee if he threatened her safety. 

“Y/n…” Minhee whispered, reaching out to touch her cheek. She melted at his touch and looked into his eyes.

”Minhee,” she sighed with a smile.

Minhee smiled back before quickly capturing her lips in his. Her hands held his face as his held her back and waist. It was happier than their first. Because this time, Minhee wasn’t dying. He had a heartbeat. He had warmth. After about a good minute or two, Y/n pulled away and happily threw her arms around his neck. “I love you too,” she sighed, burying her face into his chest, feeling his arms wrap around her.

Jinseong sighed in relief before sheathing his sword again. 

“Now that’s a happily ever after right there,” Minjoon chuckled. “You know, I was always rooting for them,” he stated, mounting his horse as Jinseong did the same.

”No you weren’t-“

”Yes I was!”

Minhee and Y/n mounted their horses as well and rode to the village. 

When they arrived, they quickly reunited and went straight into each other’s arms again. Y/n sighed. “You know Minhee… I’m the queen.”

”Which would make me…”

”The king,” she finished. “Are you alright with that?”

”I’ll be anything you want me to be. As long as I get to be with you. That’s all I care about,” he replied.

“How romantic of you,” she giggled. 

~~~~~

“Now presenting, the king and queen of Kyoto, Minhee and Y/n!” Announced the royal advisor as the two mentioned stepped out onto the castle’s main balcony, arm in arm.

To think they started out as the princess and the knight. Nobody could’ve predicted this. 

“Are you ready for this?” Minhee asked, referring to their next life chapter as he looked down at his beautiful wife. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

[luv-leni]

Cravity reaction to you saying "I hate you" as a prank

Warnings: mild angst

Enjoy!

Serim

Nervous laughter

He tries to read ur expression and see if ur joking

If u don’t look serious he will laugh it off

But if ur committed to the prank

Serim goes kinda quiet and asks if he did something wrong

U won’t be able to keep up the prank when u look at his expression

U pull him into a hug and reassure him u were joking

He then demands compensation for putting up with you in the form of hugs

Allen

Shocked pikachu face

U can see a mix of shock and hurt come over his face when u say that

Poor allen is genuinely hurt so u are like no no no it was a joke

U hug him and give him kisses so he feels better

He understands that it was a joke but asks u not to prank him like that again

Don’t worry after a few kisses all is fixed and u have ur happy leni back

Jungmo

Pouts

“ Hey!! You love me! Don’t say that :((((“

so dramatic

Just admit that u love him to get him to shut up

When u do that he goes :]

Woobin

OH NO POOR BABY

“w-what? why would u say that?”

He thinks he’s made u upset so he’s trying to have a serious talk with u while u were hoping for a funny reaction

It’s a little bit of a mess so just tell ruby u were joking

He’ll go “that’s not funny :(“ but he’ll forgive u and give u a hug

Wonjin

Suddenly wonjin only speaks in whines

“Wahhh why are you saying that!?!”

He starts fake crying on the floor

Jokingly begs u to take it back

Will only stop whining when u tell him he’s the best boyfriend and that u love him

He’s annoying but adorable ✋🏻😌

Minhee

He takes all the fun out of ur joke

Just goes “uh huh” when u say u hate him

U whine and tell him he’s no fun

And he laughs at you

Mission failed we’ll get em next time

Hyeongjun

HUGE crybaby

He does his little 😯 face

Then he fake cries

“Ahhhhhh y/n doesn’t love me anymoreeee”

This boy could star in a drama with how dramatic he is

Ur gonna have to tell him over and over it was a joke and that u love him

Whiny but worth it for the funny reaction

Taeyoung

Tae laughs at you

Ur like “I hate you 😐”

And he just breaks out into a giggle fit

Will probably say something like “yeah u weren’t saying that when u were cuddled up to me watching that scary movie”

He welcomes u back into his arms when u realize ur hilarious joke failed

This comedian will never let u have any fun

Seongmin

Sad bunny

He chuckles nervously and asks what u mean

U probably end up feeling bad and tell him it was a joke

Seongmin is so relieved that ur not upset

Give him a hug for putting up with ur pranks 😭

[multiwendi]

warning: blood

[09:09 p.m]

Y/N was enjoying her cup of lemon balm tea before bed, but she heard someone knocking on her door. She looked at the time, thinking about who it might be. Y/N opened the door facing her boyfriend, whose nose was bleeding and his lower lip was torn.

"Oh my god, Taeyoung! Did you fight someone ?! Or did someone attack you?" Y/N looked at him worriedly, pulling him inside the apartment. She sat him down on the couch, running for a first aid kit.

"I fought someone who was talking bad about you! How dare he?! No one can talk about you like that! I couldn't just let it go!" she had never seen him so mad, and she was a little bit afraid of him, to be honest.

"Baby, calm down. You scare me. So, now tell me what happened, please, and I'll treat you, okay?" she said, stroking his arm. He took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Okay, so I was with my classmates outside, and we were at the PC Bang near the school, and they mentioned you, making fun of you and saying some bad things that I'm not going to say because it might hurt you. So I told them to stop, but they didn't stop, so I started threatening to beat them up, and they started making fun of me too. I didn't hesitate for a moment and punched him in his unwashed nasty mouth. I didn't expect them both to come at me and beat me," he stayed still while Y/N was treating Taeyoung's injuries, but his anger grew more and more.

"Tell me their name, and I'll beat them up because look at your face, that handsome face is looking like a smashed watermelon!"

[fleurdae]

cravity reaction to their drunk s/o confessing that they had cheated.

— requested! ✧ hyung line + wonjin, angst, 912 words

— tw: indications and mentions of cheating and drinking

— cravity masterlist | request rules

— a/n: this was a request from my previous blog and i saw my drafts for this, decided to continue and post it.

。PARK SERIM

at your drunken state you’ve failed to lift yourself up, serim was carrying you on his back. you were already near your apartment when a confession slipped out of your lips. but no, it wasn’t the kind that would send flutters in the stomach or make one's heart race in joy.

“you what?” serim’s feet transitioned from slow steps to an actual stop, but he didn’t let go of you. it was like a knife had cut through, the air rather too sharp to be inhaled.

the calmness he had when he resumed walking, he was surprised by it himself. how can he be so calm when he just heard that you’ve been going out with another guy for almost a month now? he let go of a sigh as if that could release his chest from the tight feeling that hugged it.

serim wished what he heard was not true. his mind adamant in rejecting it, he kept on trying to deny it.

。ALLEN MA

allen was washing your face, trying to make you feel better after your stomach had flipped over the amount of alcohol you had. he was drying up your face when you confessed to him how it has been quite a while since you started dating someone else while still having a relationship with him.

his hands froze for a moment, trying to keep himself calm. however, it was a futile attempt to do so. with emotions— anger, betrayal, and hurt— rushing in all at once, his expression tightened, gaze sharper than the usual. he resumed wiping your face. and when he saw the tears in your eyes, he opted not to wipe it. quite the opposite of how he’d usually held you close to him whenever you’re down and how he’d be quick to wipe your tears.

placing your towel on the rack, allen straightened up. a few words said. “i need to go home.”

before you can even collect yourself to reply and properly apologize, allen had already left.

。KOO JUNGMO

jungmo fetched you as soon as your friends called him. he was driving you home when you started muttering things. on your half-awake drunken stupor, among the incoherent ramblings one stood out. “what will i do if jungmo finds out?”

the question didn’t come to jungmo as something silly, rather it carried an impactful hit. “find out what?”

“that i’ve been going out with someone else for over a month…” your voice trailed as you passed out.

unable to let go of any verbal response and failing to even look at you, he stopped the car. fingers tapping on the steering wheels, he let the situation sink in. as soon as he did, various emotions came to him as big waves.

the vehicle suddenly became suffocating and jungmo urged himself to get out. it was followed by him calling a taxi and supporting you to move from his car to the other vehicle. he wasn’t ready to face you today, and he might never be able to do so even in the next few days.

。SEO WOOBIN

woobin woke up with you knocking on his door in the middle of the night. his drowsiness faded as soon as he opened the door and found your current state. drunk and teary-eyed.

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.” with guilt swallowing you up, you continuously muttered apologies. the ounce of guilt becoming heavier instead of getting lighter as you speak.

your state confused woobin, enough for him to feel concerned. he held you in his arms, a light hug, trying to ease you. “what are you talking about, mhm?”

“i’m so sorry. i’m really sorry woobin.” you burst with more tears. “i’ve been going out with a senior from my department.”

his face grew stiff as the former concern he had was soon washed out by betrayal and anger. he was silent for a moment, trying to navigate his words out of your words.

“leave,” said woobin as he let go of you.

“i’m so sorry, woobin.”

“i said leave,” woobin reiterated with a stern look. regardless of how many apologies were to be directed to him, his mind was only flooded by one thing: you cheated and you meant it. “we’re over.”

。HAM WONJIN

late at night, wonjin was woken up by the continuous buzz on his phone— your name flashing through the screen as you called him. he was quick to pick it up. hearing your voice, he had already figured out that you were drunk, even leaving some light remarks about it and asking if you want him to fetch you. w

what you said next was something he didn’t expect though.

“wonjin, i’m sorry.” your line was silent for a moment before you resumed. “i’ve been going out with another person for weeks.”

his reaction was a bit odd. it wasn’t the usual wonjin who would bicker with you until the end of the world over the silliest things. he was quiet, trying to allow your confession to sink in. a question ran in his head continuously. was i not good enough?

“i’m so sorry wonjin.” it flowed past his ears only to melt, leaving no marks. like a whisper to an empty space.

“i’m dropping the call.” wonjin tried to be as calm as he can, his voice however betrayed him with it cracking in the end. the next thing you heard was the beeps coming from an ended call.

[antonnies]

Where did the all cravity writers go ?