A/N: Dang, I hope no one did this yet. If I get any language wrong I’m very sorry, I only searched the languages through the internet. I’m no expert, so please excuse any mistakes.
TW: Suggestive themes, not proofread.
Word Count: 2017
[Alhaitham x Fem! Reader]
Synopsis: It’s a brainer that your boyfriend knows and is fluent in a lot of different languages, but sometimes you wish that you had a translator with you seeing as your boyfriend always talks to you in a different language for no reason. Be it his way of teasing, or maybe his affection.
You’ve always known that Alhaitham was a genius, he’s the Akademiya’s scribe and was almost promoted to be part of the Sages. But he refused and stayed as the Scribe. You asked him once why he refused a position as powerful as that, though you know Alhaitham’s personality by now since the both of you have been dating for three years. You couldn’t help but wonder why?
“The reason?” Alhaitham looks over to you for a minute before tilting his head to the side, the book that he has always been reading now peacefully rests on his lap and he motioned for you to come closer, and who were you to refuse your very handsome boyfriend? You sat on his lap and laid your head on his chest, your ears picking up the fast rhythmic beat of his heart. “If I accepted that position, I would be too busy to spend time with you, dear.”
You laugh and faced the man with his usual stoic expression, “I could always visit you in the Akademiya.” Alhaitham shakes his head, “though that idea sounds tempting, you might miss me too much at night. My back still hurts—” You slap Alhaitham’s shoulder lightly as he stops and laughs with mirth in his eyes as he sees your annoyed expression. “Okay, I get it, I get it.” Alhaitham stops laughing and he quietly stares at your features with that gaze of his.
Full of love and warmth you feel like you can drown in it, “I love you.” You smiled and held him close, your foreheads touching as the both of you share the intimate moment that you wish could last forever, “I love you too.” Alhaitham smiles and he closes in and his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss.
I love you. English
It was morning when you woke up to a touch on your hair, the hand warm and gentle as it peacefully lulls you to another sleep. “Good morning.” You grumbled incoherently as you sat up on the bed, stretching your limbs to fully relieve the tension in your body, “sleep, it’s only five in the morning.” Alhaitham tried to guide you back to bed again and you huff as he put the blanket over your form like what a mother does to a child, “I’m not a child.” You huff.
Alhaitham smiles and mumbles a low I know, I know. Alhaitham watches as your eyelid droops, leading you to another slumber. He presses his lips against your temple before mumbling a low confession of his love for you, “Ich Liebe Dich.” Alhaitham lowly laughs as your snores filled the room and he shakes his head fondly.
Ich Liebe dich. German
You hum cheerfully as you make your way to the Akademiya where your boyfriend currently is, you have heard from town that Alhaitham was overworking, a bit too much. Seeing as he didn’t even come to your house to eat his lunch, so you put it upon yourself to bring his lunch for him, aren’t you a good girlfriend? You enter the gates to the Akademiya as you make your way through the floors trying to look for your lover. Once you spot the door to his office you barge your way in, not even bothering to knock.
Sensing the ruckus incoming, Alhaitham sighs and looks at you disapprovingly, you smiled and cheered, “so how’s my baby boy?” Alhaitham drops his head on his palms as another sigh leaves his lips, “bad since you’re here.” You pout as you stride to the chair that was sitting in front of his desk which was filled to the brim with important documents, “oh come on, is that any way to greet your beautiful girlfriend?”
Alhaitham looks at the door that was painfully left open with sorrowful eyes, “close the door.” You shrug before plopping yourself on the seat and answered, “it’s fine I’ll be leaving soon anyways, I just came here to drop your lunch.” Alhaitham looks at the clock that was hanging on the wall. “I could have gone to your house to eat together.” You rolled your eyes before putting your head on the table as your fingers made their way to Alhaitham’s.
“Yeah, yeah. Then you would forget about it since you’re so busy.” Alhaitham sighs as he intertwines his fingers with yours. You look straight into his eyes as you stand up from your seat and lean over the desk and plant your lips onto his. That was your second mistake, seeing as the kiss turned into a heated make-out session, Alhaitham’s eyes pulled you closer, his hands now on your waist as he made you sit on his desk, the papers now left forgotten.
Alhaitham’s body was in between your legs as he kissed you passionately, he gently bites on your lip and you permitted him to, you opened your mouth to let him have access. Your hands now find their way to his nape as you tug at the small strands of hair, Alhaitham groans into the kiss as he further presses his body to yours. You let out a moan as you feel the air leaving you. You tapped on his chest but he ignored it, in favor of not letting go of your luscious lips.
“Al- wait-!” You gasp out but Alhaitham didn’t seem to care as he continued on feasting on your lips like it was his last meal, a knock on the door brought you out of your intimate session as you immediately stand up and push Alhaitham away from you, you face the man who was looking at the two of you with that deadpan stare of his. “General Mahamatra, haha I didn’t know that you were here.” You awkwardly laugh and you can hear Alhaitham laughing behind you, you huff and kick him on the shins causing him to shut up.
“Next time close the door when you- do intimate things.” You laugh while rubbing the back of your head sheepishly, “Well, I’m just going to leave.” You hurried up to the door but were stopped by a call of your name, “[y/n].” You turned to face your boyfriend questioningly, “Wǒ ài nǐ.” You tilted your head to the side and faced Cyno questioningly. Cyno stares at Alhaitham and back at you before muttering a small I don’t know.
You paused for a moment before shrugging and running out of the room because you just can’t stand any minute in Cyno’s presence when he literally just saw both you and Alhaitham making out a while ago. You waved a small goodbye to your boyfriend and walked through the hallways.
Cyno sighs and leans his side on the doorframe, “I would have liked it if you said it in a language I don’t know.” Alhaitham grins and shrugs, then sits on his chair again. Working on the documents like before. “It's not my fault you know Chinese.”
Wǒ ài nǐ. Chinese
“Why did you suddenly bring me all the way here to Inazuma?” You ask the man beside you who was looking at you gently, “you said you wanted to see the fireworks at the summer festival.” You bite your tongue as you try to control the smile slipping on your face, “well, yeah, I did. But I didn’t know that you would remember that.” Alhaitham smiles as he takes hold of your hands in his, guiding you to the peak of Amakane Island, “when it comes to you, I’ll always remember.”
You look at the fireworks shooting off in the distance with a smile, “you know what’s a real cliché thing to do right now?” You grinned and turned to face Alhaitham that was looking at you expectantly, “we kiss under the fireworks.” You smile and hold the Wagasa over your face as you lean in close and plant your lips on his, you can lightly taste the sweet Dango on his lips that you forced him to try a while back.
“Aishiteru.” He mumbles in between your kisses.
You really should have brought that translator with you.
Aishiteru. Japanese
“Hey, [y/n], talk to me.” Alhaitham looks at you as he places his hands on the side of your face, guiding your head to look at him even once, “I won’t talk to you unless you tell me what you’ve been saying for the past few days.” You gave the man a side-eye before quickly turning away to look at the white wall of your abode. An idea then suddenly came into your mind as you turned toward the man with a dramatic gasp.
“Have you been insulting me this whole time to my face without me even knowing?” Alhaitham signs and gently places his forehead on yours, “now, why would I ever do that?” You huff childishly as you close your eyes, “so, what does it mean then?”
“It’s a form of endearment.”
“What kind?”
“Now that I won’t be telling.” You quickly open your eyes as you look at the smug smile plastered all over Alhaithams’s face, “wow.” Alhaitham grins, “mahal na mahal kita.” You push him away as you point your finger at him irritated, “you did it again! What does that even mean?”
“Don’t you think it’s about time to learn another language?”
Mahal na mahal kita. Tagalog.
“Say, Kaveh, do you know what mahal na mahal kita means?” Kaveh stops his pencil from moving as he turns to face you and Alhaitham, “how would I know? I’m a Kshahrewar student, not a scribe.” Kaveh then turned to face Alhaitham and pointed the end of his pencil at the man with an annoyed expression on his face. “Why can’t you just tell her directly!” You look between the two of them and ask.
“What? Tell me what?”
“You know the thing!” Kaveh motioned to Alhaitham and to you with his hands, “Is he breaking up with me?!” You shouted as your face turned sour as you looked at Alhaitham with betrayal in your eyes. “No! How did you even get that idea?!” Kaveh shouted at you before standing up abruptly as he slammed his hands on the wooden desk.
“You know what I have enough with this couple thing, I’m literally just third wheeling at this point!” Kaveh hurriedly leaves the room, in the distance, you can hear him shouting about his grievances. You turned to face Alhaitham questioningly, the said man shrugs and continues reading his book.
“Let him go, he’s just bitter he doesn’t have anyone to share it with.”
“That’s a very cruel thing to say.”
“I know, je t'aime, dear. And I would never break up with you.”
“Thank you very much for the assurance but I still don’t know what you said in the first part.”
je t'aime. French
It was finally the day of your fourth anniversary, it was a rollercoaster ride dating Alhaitham, to overthrow the government and fight with the fatui. You have done all sorts of things you’ve never even thought about when you’ve started to date the Akademiya’s scribe.
Now there he was, all dressed up and down on his knees, a ring on his hand. “I never expect the Akademiya’s scribe to bow down.” You grin as you look at the ring and nod your head, muttering a small yes to the man who had bowed down, he had given you his life and so will you too.
“Of course, I do.” Alhaitham smiles and slips the ring on your ring finger.
“ya lyublyu tebya.”
“You know, I was preparing myself for this day. ya tozhe tebya lyublyu.” Alhaitham grins.
“So, it was all I love you’s all along. I really thought you were saying some mean things to me.” Alhaitham laughs as he kisses you on the lips. “I would never.”
Synopsis: Waking up in one of the games you have played and simped for is equally draining both physically and mentally, especially when its characters have attached themselves to you.
TW: Mentions of dying, drowning, swearing, repetition of words, grammar mistakes, and not proofread.
PS: I have not played twisted wonderland for a long time, so I might get things wrong.
It was terrifying, the way water ran up to your nostrils entirely clogging it up in its presence. The flailing of your limbs in the dark ocean and in the corner of your mind you can imagine a small or a large hand making its way out of the depths of the sea, their clawed and pale white fingers tightly clutching onto your flailing ankles as you try with all of your might to swim, swim, swim, up towards the sea, to live and not to drown. And yet the hand never lets go even during your struggles.
It stays, and it’s there. Anchoring and slowly pulling you into the deep depths of the ocean with no mercy. You can vaguely hear shouts of your name in the distance, but with the way the water clogs up your nose and your mouth and everything. You can’t seem to bring it in you to care nor to think, the only thing your body can do is flail and flail around just to survive. Survive.
You open your eyes and you can see black tar rising to the sea surface as the dark substance washes over your drowning figure, covering your eyesight like a warm blanket during winter nights. And then you inhale a sharp intake of breath that leaves you wondering and confused.
I can breathe?
And then you’re opening your eyes as the water that seems to entirely close off your figure was now out of the way, and you came upon the sight of a world, a world so familiar, so pixelated, and beautiful, twisted wonderland.
Riddle Rosehearts:
"As long as you obey the rules of the Queen of Hearts, you're always welcome at Heartslabyul."
Riddle was nothing but a small child but then at that time, his small little fingers trembled in unease as his blueish-gray eyes shook furiously. It was his daily time of sneaking out of his bedroom during his break hours and going to Trey’s home to either play or eat sweets, but the loud thud startled him awake from his happy train of thought and he immediately thought about his mother, did she find out?
But what he didn’t expect to find in the courtyard of his home was a fourteen or was she fifteen? a year old girl? Inside the garden of his home, is she dead? Riddle tries to steady his breathing as he makes his way to you. His fingers gently poke at your side and he immediately backs away from your cold body, oh my god she is dead.
Riddle was about to scream and let out the most horrified and body-shaking yell he had ever ripped out of his mouth for the duration of his ten years of life, because oh sevens, did he just see a dead body fall out of the literal sky? And so, he did, his mouth opened wide as tears were about to fall from the corner of his eyes but he stopped as his eyes feast upon a small twitch of your finger.
And a groan, then the fluttering of your eyelids, and Riddle can finally see that you’re alive and… well? And you almost screamed as your eyes feast upon a young riddle that looks exactly like every fanart you have seen in the twisted wonderland fandom.
Your mouth and eyes were wide open but stopped as you saw the light tremble of the child in front of you and the look of horror in his eyes at the thought of any one of you making noise, and it came to your mind immediately. His childhood, that fucking mother-
And you seethe in silent fury, “you should go now, you don’t want to keep your mother waiting.” Riddle nodded furiously and went back towards where his room was located but stopped as he faced you and tilted his head curiously, “how did you know?”
“I’m like your guardian angel, you can say that.” You have decided, you will adopt this child and take him out of his mother’s teachings even if it means crawling through hell and back because no way you’re letting your favorite character suffer right in front of you. And he gazes up at you with a small flush on his cheeks and he mutters, “a guardian angel…”
The first few weeks were awkward, to say the least, you have known that Riddle was socially awkward and have not known social cues thanks to his fucked-up childhood, but it was hard to experience intense staring from a child who looks like he would dissect you the very second. You had asked him once and the child spluttered and his hand's fumbled all around him before finally letting out his question that was bothering him for weeks: “Where’re your wings?” And you facepalmed. How can this child be so cute?
The first thing that you have found out is that you have magical powers. Amazing, right? Teleportation and the other thing, you can’t quite describe it. Riddle had once tried to introduce you to Trey and Chenya and you were excited because wow, a meeting between characters, but who would have known that Trey and Chenya can’t see any bits or pieces of your existence? You comforted Riddle at that time.
(“Are you really real? Or are you just a figment of my imagination?” Riddle let out quiet sobs that break your heart into millions of pieces, “I am, why wouldn’t I be?” And Riddle quietly mutters out a small: My friends can’t see you. And you sigh, “you can see me, right?” He nods, “Didn’t I tell you? I’m your guardian angel, I will always be real.”)
When Riddle turned eleven you had the fantastic idea of stealing from his mother and giving him all of the sweets, you can buy from the town, (you dropped off the money on the counters, don’t worry. You have very high moral ethics.) He smiles as he looks at the dozens of strawberry tarts that you have bought, he will not ask about where’d you get the money because he has an inkling of where you’ve got it from. Bonus, you told him stories about your world and he loves it.
And when he got inside Night Raven College, you have expected him to burst and immediately confront a student who was eating burgers on a Wednesday because you were sure that the game mentioned a passing law like that, but he just… stared and sigh before sitting down in the cafeteria table with you beside him, (no one can still notice you.) You didn’t know how much of an impact your teachings were on him than his mother’s, which Riddle was thankful for.
You have expected it once, that you can’t fight canon. You don’t know where you went wrong but one phone call from his mother was the only thing needed and Riddle was back to his in-game persona, shit happens and he over blotted, you watch in horror as the seventeen-year-old boy now drenched in black tar, his screams were painful and forcefully wrenched out of his throat. “[y/n]! [y/n]! Please, where are you? I’m right! Aren’t I? I’m always right! You said it yourself, where is my guardian angel? Show yourself!” And the monster behind his back lets out a monstrous roar.
You curse and your mind swirling with thoughts that you can’t even manage to understand before finally moving to another, your head was running at full speed that you didn’t even manage to notice the sprouting wings on your backs nor the shock gasps on everyone’s faces, and you felt it, deep down your soul, you were noticed.
And before you knew it your body was running (flying?) towards the boy you have raised (fuck his mother) and he stares at your figure with wide and hurried eyes and extended his arms out to you like a cub asking for his mother, “[y/n]!” And you met him in a hug that was very much so needed.
You can feel the black tar weighing and taint deep down to your white wings that are almost turning the opposite of their original color but you don't care, all you can think about is the boy in front of you, your son, your brother, your only family.
“Hey, hey! I’m here Riddle, don’t worry. I’m your guardian angel, aren’t I?”
Leona Kingscholar:
"I don't even have time to sleep."
The sun was burning as always in the desert and all Leona needs is a peaceful and uneventful nap under the large tree of Sunset Savanna, who would have known that he would come across a girl that looks older than his age (maybe fifteen years old?) with white wings spreading out of her back and curling around her figure like a protective cocoon.
And she was wet. Dripping wet, he might add. The dry land of the Sunset Savanna was wet and all muddy now due to her dripping wings and white clothing and he scoffs before making his way to you and crouching down to watch your stable breathing and your peaceful features.
“Hey, lady, are you okay?” If it were a man, he would have kicked him and growled at him threateningly for taking his space but Leona was raised to be a respectful man towards women, what a king.
Leona sighs before reaching out a hand and stopping, hesitation seen in his eyes. Right, his magic. He’s not into turning strangers into sand the first time they meet. Leona stares and stares and stares, before getting up and trying to call someone for help. But if something unexpected happens, you surely need to expect the unexpected.
“Your highness… Please excuse my rudeness, but this servant of yours can’t see the person you’re asking for help for.” Leona grumbles and points toward your sleeping figure, “she’s right there.” He points to you but to the servant’s peripheral view, it was just wet ground. “I’m sorry your highness but—” Leona growls and puts his hands up to the sky, “augh no matter, get out of my sight.”
Leona stares at your sleeping figure before sighing and getting up from his seat, if no one will take care of you then he’ll just scurry the fuck out of here. He turns to face you for a few minutes before leaving.
You woke up to the feeling of a towel covering your entire figure and a note fluttering gently in the wind before falling right in front of you, ‘take care of yourself and pay me back after, herbivore. I don’t know what birds of your kind eat.’ Birds? You turn to your back and let out a gasp as white holy wings fill your vision, and is that a salad bowl right beside you?
For the first few weeks, Leona hadn’t visited you even once. Though, he would sometimes enter a dreamy state and think about the girl he had given food and a towel once (very unbefitting of the second prince) but then he would shake his head rapidly, terribly confusing his royal tutor. Why am I thinking about that bird?
And yet, his body finds himself running toward the tree he has seen you. A bowl of salad and another fresh towel in hand because what if you were wet again? He doesn’t want you catching a cold— ahem, he doesn’t want you wetting the ground he’s sleeping on.
And the only thing that you can do as Leona stops in front of you with his intimidating thirteen-year-old body was gape because is that Leona Kingscholar in the flesh? and in the corner of your eyes you can see the wisps of sand fluttering around the salad bowl and towel, even Leona notices it too as he immediately lets go of the things he has brought and shove them into your hands.
“Here, take it.” You didn’t pay any mind to the trembling of his fingers, and something inside of you sparks your thinking. I won’t turn to sand, right? And you reach out to hold his tightly trembling hands, you watch as his face contorts to horror and disbelief as he tries to swat your hand away from his, “you what are you doing?!— Do you want to die?” And you smiled as you felt the wisps of sand calm down under your touch.
“You— how.” He looked at your non-disintegrating figure and calmed down under your fingertips, “you— what’s your name?” You smiled, “[y/n] [l/n], your highness. Oh, and please, I’m not a bird, I think so.”
“Then, what are you?” “a guardian angel, maybe?” He furrows his brows, “are you dumb?”
And ever since then, Leona had taken time out of his royally busy day to spend time with you, you should be honored he said.
You especially love your wings; you can fly and do tricks in the air that you can’t do before. You have tried to take Leona flying with you at one time but was greeted with a gentle swat of his hands, (he isn’t much scared of touching you now) but you still force him to fly with you and he looks at you with such a murderous look, you were scared for a second. But the way his eyes light up and his hands trying to touch the clouds with a peaceful serene smile on his face, lets you know that he was enjoying it.
When he turned fourteen, you were greeted by a slap by the door as he hurriedly went inside his room, his pristine white clothing now stained with food and drinks, and with the way he tried to stifle his sobs and his low growls tells you exactly what happened during that birthday party, you manage to coax him to tell you who were the ones that did this to him.
Safe to say, Leona wakes up the next day that four noble families got banned from Sunset Savanna for the crimes of being disrespectful to a royal. Leona stares at you suspiciously for the whole day, he was grateful but won’t tell you.
And when the time for the spell drive tournament comes around the corner, you watch so intently as Leona scores every goal and defense towards his opponents, he was crushing it that you almost hope that Malleus won’t come and take this boy away from the spotlight he should have ever since he was a kid.
And you smiled as Leona was given the championship trophy and the best player of the game medal, and Leona turned to look in your direction with adoration in his eyes and a thankful smile, “thank you,” he mutters. You just hope that he won’t over-blot.
He over-blotted, fuck. You didn’t take into account the fact that Malleus Draconia can see you, you thought a nice conversation would be good with the man because come on, he was one of your favorite characters too, and Leona might have… Found out some way, you let out a curse as a sand tornado encloses you in, “don’t worry [y/n], I’ll let you out soon, I just need to take care of some pests.” You want to smack him in the head.
And you can feel the world pulling and closing you in and their whispers of: come on, it’s time to leave. You don’t belong here. Like hell, you were leaving the man who you spent your teen years and have fallen in love with.
And you can feel the fire, fire so scorching that it can burn up the entire world into ashes. And the sandstorm surrounding you is littered with flames and Leona turns to look at you with wide bewildered eyes, in the background you can hear Lilia shouting things that consist of: “an archangel?” your identity crisis of being a bird has finally been solved, thanks, grandpa.
It was time to bring your boyfriend back to sanity.
Your eyes glowed gold in color as you wrapped your wings around the tired lion who had just finished over-blotting, thank God, or sevens. Ruggie turns to you with an indiscernible expression on his face, “you were real?” “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Like, I mean I can’t see you, so, I thought Leona was kind of delusional once aha—”
“Well, it defeats the purpose of being a guardian angel of Leona if you can see me, right?”
(Omake:
Falena receiving threatening messages from a so-called guardian angel: What the fuck is this bullshit. Let me follow this.)
Azul Ashengrotto:
"This is just… spectacular!"
When Azul first laid his eyes on you, he was bewildered. He hasn’t seen a mermaid in these parts and surely mermaids with wings. This was his first experience of meeting a winged mermaid, his parents told him once in his bedtime stories that a Mélusine can grant you wishes if you have ever stumbled upon them once. And he is very excited to get those wishes.
He lets out a toothy smile as his eight tentacles crawled through the ground to reach the slumbering mermaid, her white wings curling around her like a protective cocoon. Pretty, Azul suddenly has the urge to touch the mermaid’s wings. It can be his first wish, he reasoned with himself. And his stubby little fingers reach out to your wings gently and sacredly, as if he was handling a precious artifact from the sea. And a touch was form, feather, and skin. You woke up in a dark place and all you can think about is drowning—
You were breathing so harshly, your vision splashed with dark spots as you felt like you were drowning, and you can’t breathe— Really? Is this how you die a second time? By drowning again? And your fingers made their way to your neck, tightly clutching onto it like a lifeline, and a terrified small whisper made its way to your unhinged ears, then suddenly, you were waking up from the panic attack that seemed to consume you.
Your eyes wandered all over the place before finally focusing on a small octopus who was looking at you with terrified eyes, you can’t believe that you just literally traumatized a child with your panic attack. Then you’re spluttering, is that a young Azul Ashengrotto right in front of you? “Azul?” And Azul stood even more upright than before bowing his head at a thirty-degree angle.
“Y-yes! No! I meant; how do you know my name?” And before you could answer, the child gasps and points at your wings again. You were shocked as wings were sprouting at your back. “What the fuck— I— What is this?” You forgot that you have a child in front of you. He points and shouts: “wings! They’re very pretty!” You tilted your head to the side.
“Thank you?” Azul gasps and points at himself, “how did you know my name? Is it because you’re a Mélusine and came to grant my wishes?” “What’s a Mélusine?” Azul shyly grins before answering your question, “mermaids who have cool wings and cool tails!” He looks down at his tentacles with a bitter smile, “and they said you can grant wishes! So, can you—you grant my wish?” Quite ironic, since he was the one granting wishes the last time you played. You didn’t have the heart to refuse the young ten-year-old Azul so you nodded your head.
“Can—can we be friends?” He bowed, and this was the start of a blooming friendship between loners.
The first few weeks, Azul has brought you different foods that his family restaurant makes. You were grateful but you need to tell him to stop because he might make his family bankrupt with how much he’s giving you free food. “You might turn bankrupt with how much you’re giving me food.” Azul shakes his head, “no problem! Mom makes a lot of delicious food; we will never go bankrupt!” What… A positive child.
You dreaded the start of another school year, you watched as Azul slumped on your tail sadly, “what’s got you in the dumps?” You ask, “school, they’ll bully me about my tentacles again.” He grumbles as he grips your scaly flesh causing you to flinch and he immediately retracted his hand seeing your reaction.
“Sorry.” And he wilts before brightening up again and pointing at his tentacles, “can I make a wish? I want to have your tail.” You stared in horror at the man, will he go that far just to get accepted by society’s standards? You can feel the tears stinging your eyes but you paid no mind and held Azul’s cheeks gently.
“I won’t do it.” As if you can grant wishes, “I like you as Azul not whatever you wanted for yourself because you wanted to fit in, kids like them bully those who are different because they’re not unique they’re just inconsequential cogs in this game but you’re not, you’re perfect the way you are.” Azul cries in your chest as he lets out the insecurities deep inside his soul.
You’ve followed Azul once inside of his school (because you were a worried mother hen) to find him shouting at his bullies telling them that they’re inconsequential cog pieces, oh my god.
And when he finally mastered his special magic, the first thing that he did was grant your wish just like how you have granted him his wish of being his friend, “I’ll have my wish granted at a later time.” Azul tilts his head to the side, “what will I show you then?” You smiled, “everything that you do impresses me.” Azul preens at that.
And when the time for Night Raven College, you cried as you spotted the legs you were familiar with, you were stuck with a tail for years. You fall on your butt as your legs wobble and Azul hurriedly helps you up, the both of you peacefully unaware of two sets of prying eyes. “So, this is the Mélusine you were talking about Azul?” Jade asks as Floyd grins, “she looks so fragile, can I hug her?” And Azul immediately came to your rescue by shielding you away from the tweels.
Sevens bless him by that, because man, the tweels sure are intimidating in real life. The Lord has mercy. Wait, did they just see you? You tilted your head to the side, and so did Azul, “you can see her?” The tweels look at each other with confusion clear on their faces and they nod their heads. Safe to say you were pulled into a lot of mischievous pranks because people can’t see you and they can get away from it.
You expected Azul to be in his in-game persona when he went to Night Raven College, but no. He was better, he grants wishes but asks for money instead of their weaknesses and strong magics. And he already implanted the point system that was only applied after his overblot in the monstro lounge.
You cheered and hugged Azul as tightly as you can, because wow character development. The tweels watch in the background as their dorm leader gets assaulted by a frail winged mermaid, “Azul! I’m very proud.” Azul splutters as he tries to hide his blossoming cheeks in his fedora hat. “A—About what?!” You can’t tell him that everything went worse in another universe, so you smiled. “You grew up.” Azul huffs.
“Of course, hey, you didn’t make a wish yet. My offer still stands, but of course, since you’re my guardian Mélusine I won’t ask for any payment—”
May i request for daniel,gun and samuel having an albino s/o pls?
Thank you for your request!
[ Daniel Park, Park Jong Gun, Samuel Seo x Gn! Reader] - Daniel, Gun, and Samuel have an albino s/o pls?
(I'm so sorry if I get things wrong.)
Daniel Park:
Being albino is cool! Wow, you’re one of the rarest humans in the world, look at that. But being rare wasn’t exactly what you wanted to have in your life, the moment you were born and have been diagnosed with albinism, it’s like a target sign was immediately put on your back: ‘I’m rare!’ Is what you can probably see if out of the blue you can see social connotations that were always left unsaid or purposely left alone in the dark.
You were quite used to people staring and ogling at you as if you were some type of celebrity in a tv show or an exotic animal that has never been seen before and it was the first time that you will ever be showcased. You are used to it, even the questions that have been frequently asked to you never change as the years pass.
You even have answers to all of the questions written on paper and seared into your mind like a kid genius, in short, you were used to it. Until you weren’t.
A lot of people ranging from kids, adults, to old people have gone and approached you in your eighteen years of life to ask about your albinism, ‘can you see properly?’, ‘what can you see?’ or something as ridiculous as asking if body parts of albino people can sell well in the market (you were asked once by a suspicious man at that time, and you were very, very tempted to call the police right then and there.)
But you weren’t mentally and socially prepared for a pretty boy who seem to be the same age as you and also adorns the same uniform to approach your vicinity with a shy smile, in the corner of your eye you can also spot him twiddling his thumbs, you nodded your head and let out a tight-lipped smile, he’s going to ask you something about your albinism, isn’t he?
You opened your mouth reading the memorized words in your mind and it all came crumbling down as you muttered a small – “why—what?” Bewildered, you fully face the guy, confusion seen on your face, and if it wasn’t the uncertainty boggling your mind you would have stared at his pretty face. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” You tilted your head to the side.
Daniel’s expression contorted to several different emotions in five seconds – you can vaguely see it as confusion? Bewilderment? Or was it shyness? Daniel stared straight into your eyes for a few seconds before finally mustering up the courage to repeat his question, “I ask if you’re, okay?”
Your eyes widen to a slight degree and for the first time in your life, you have been kicked out of normalcy just by a single question from a pretty boy you just met five minutes ago, “I—I am?” Daniel paid no mind to your lack of certainty as he tilted his head to the side and let out a smile, and for a second, you thought that you could see a pink background and flowers blooming behind him, “Why— why’d you ask?” You internally slap yourself for stuttering.
Daniel sighed and turned his gaze away from yours and looked toward his fingers instead which were comfortably placed on his lap, “I heard some students talk bad about you, they called you a weirdo, a freak. Why? They haven’t even had any form of conversation with you? How can they say that? So, I reprimanded them, but they said that this was normal and you were fine with it, that’s why I wanted to ask, are you okay?” Realizing that he may have been invading your privacy, Daniel gasps and flutters his hand around.
And in your mind, the cogs have started to move and finally, it has come to a decision. You smiled and held Daniel’s smooth and slender fingers that were clear of any calluses or blisters, “I have decided.” You said with such confidence, and Daniel just sputters more as he gazes upon your intense stare.
“De—decided what?” Daniel asks nervously.
“What’s your name?” You inquire, Daniel gulps before slowly muttering his name, “d—Daniel Park.” You nodded your head in satisfaction and the hold you had on Daniel’s hands tightened as you stared into his eyes with such intensity that Daniel turned even redder (is that even possible?)
“Are you in a relationship right now?”
“…No?”
You bob your head up and down and let out a smile so bright that Daniel felt that he was sitting beside the sun, “would you like to marry me?”
“Excuse me?” Daniel Park chokes.
Park Jong Gun:
Park Jong Gun was bored, well since when wasn’t he bored? Ever since he had achieved things that weren’t normal for his age, days, months, and years passed by like a blurred image buried deep inside of his mind that stays there but will never resurface. It was all gray-scaled. Another sigh was ripped out of his mouth and Goo for the nth time (Gun never bothered to pay attention to Goo’s antics) stopped by scrolling down his phone and planted it roughly on the table and faced Gun.
His expression looks distorted, bordering between a smile and a grimace, “what is it?” Goo discarding all social cues and dos and don’ts asks Gun without any filter, the said man raises his eyebrows in confusion before opening his mouth in a eureka manner and nods to himself as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m bored.”
Goo scoffs and roughly bangs the wooden table of the café with an irritated expression, some customers looked their way but the two handsome men who are too engrossed in their antics paid no attention to the recognition that they were getting. “So, you’re telling me you’ve been bothering my awesome manga reading time with your sighing which I thought was a serious problem but it was actually that you’re bored? What do you want me to do huh?”
Gun shrugs and takes a sip of his extra dark coffee, Goo grimaces at the sight of the dark, putrid liquid that emitted a strong scent that can punch you awake. “Disgusting, why do you even drink black coffee?” Gun deadpans at the question as he places down the small porcelain cup on the plate it came with, with a small clink.
“So that I can stay awake. And be entertaining for once, not draining.” Goo gasps, his hands laying on his chest as he rubs it dramatically, but something flickers, in the corner of his eyes. A flicker of color was seen in his eyes and immediately his gaze tracked the new source of interest, and for a second, Gun’s mind shut down and his heartbeat rose to an unhealthy degree.
And Gun was ensnared in the webs of what people called love, before Gun could identify what he was feeling, his legs moved and beeline towards your direction. His ears paid no mind to Goo’s irritated shouts or to the people pointing fingers in your direction in which they didn’t even bother to hide, (Gun makes sure to remember all of the people’s faces who even dare to point fingers at you.) And he plops down on the seat opposite to yours with a smile that you can’t identify.
“Yes?” You inquired of the man who was sitting in front of you, the man stared for a few seconds before letting out another smile, “what’s your name?”
“And why would I tell a stranger that?” Sassy, he likes it.
“I’m Park Jong Gun but you can call me Gun.” He smoothly says, Gun can feel Goo’s bewildered stare but paid no mind to it and continued to give you his full attention.
You crossed your eyes in suspicion before getting up out of your seat and quickly made your way towards the door of the establishment, Gun sighed and Goo who was watching from the sidelines made his way towards Gun and elbowed him on the side. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Courting,” Gun said as a matter of fact and confidently stood up from his seat and went towards your direction without a care for the world, and for the first time in his life, Goo stumbled in his place and fell face flat on the ground.
Samuel Seo:
When he first saw you as you wandered the streets of Big Deal with a heavy expression on your face, an expression entailing carrying a burden that no one can seem to solve or as if you were hiding all of the insecurities that you can find deep, deep, inside of your soul where no one can find. Samuel immediately thought We’re the same.
No, not the same as like ‘I-choke-my-father-with-my-own-darn-hands.’ But the same feeling as knowing that they both are different but entirely the same as well. So, he walks and walks and walks and finally reaches you, and with practiced ease, a smile adorns his face and he asks a question, “what’s your name?” And maybe that was the start of a new relationship between the two black sheep of the family.
Samuel’s fingers smoothly cascaded through the strands of your hair, and you let out a heavenly sigh at the sensation. Samuel surely knows how to use his fingers (figuratively and literally.) A smile made its way to your lips as you reminisced about the time the both of you met, “say, why did you even approach me that day?” You tilted your head to the side and you felt Samuel’s fingers gently guide your head to its original position.
“Because I thought we were the same.” You turn to face the man with a confused expression on your face, and Samuel smiles as a one-word flashes inside of his mind. Cute.
“What do you mean?”
“When I saw you, you looked like you were barely holding yourself together. I felt a sense of camaraderie.” You punch Samuel on his shoulder and he let out a boisterous laugh. “Kidding, kidding, but you do look like—” You glared.
“Finish that sentence, I dare you.” Samuel laughs and puts his hands up in a surrendering motion, and with a swift attack, he toppled over you as his hands quickly found their place and wrapped it around your waist. “Sorry, sorry. I just love teasing you.” You angrily huff and wrap your arms around the bulky man.
“I told you before, right? I wanted to be Gapryong Kim’s son, no want is an insult. More like I needed it, and maybe because of that need, I didn’t feel like I belonged with my family. I saw that in you too, so I went there and talked to you.” Silence filled the room and only your breaths were heard.
“I see.” You nod to yourself and ask the man another question, “did I have that expression on my face?” Samuel tilted his head to the side at your question, “what face?” You sigh and stare directly at Samuel’s black irises.
“The ‘I-have-family-issues-face.” Samuel blinks for a second and lets out a laugh as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Efficiently, muffling his laughter. “Why are you laughing?” You exasperatedly ask as Samuel let out another laugh that seems to shake his entire figure.
“No—nothing.” He let out a breath so short that he seems to be running for miles when really, he was just laughing his ass off, Samuel wipes the tears out of his face and look at you with his gaze, the gaze that you were so familiar with, the gaze that he had when he approaches you on the same fateful day, his gaze filled with so much love, fear, uncertainty. But you love it all the same.
“I’m Samuel Seo, what’s your name?”
“I love you.” He muttered it out with such breath that you almost didn’t manage to hear his declaration of love.
“[y/n] [l/n]?”
“I love you too, my little daddy issues.”
“You’re such a little shit.” Samuel sighs. You smiled a toothy grin and affectionately kissed the corner of his lip, “I learned from the best.”
Can I request, Minhwan Ma and Hanwool Phi being all jealous over their S/o clingy and affectionate best friend who has been stealing their S/o attention :DDD
Thank you for your request!
[ Minhwan Ma, Hanwool Phi x Gn! Reader ] - Minhwan Ma and Hanwool Phi are all jealous of their S/o clingy and affectionate best friend who has been stealing their S/o attention.
Minhwan Ma:
If there is one thing that Minhwan Ma hates in the entirety of his life is someone who’s a little piece of shit and can’t keep their arms to themselves, Minhwan watch your so-called ‘self-proclaimed’ best friend with murderous eyes as the best friend can’t seem to get a hint from Minhwan’s scathing glare and continued hanging on to your arm with no intention of letting go whatsoever.
The passing students in the halls leisurely wasted their time before the next class starts or in their interpretation; hell, shivered as they come upon the black-purplish era coming out of the body of Minhwan. Everyone tenses under the hall's silent but deadly aura that seems to spread everywhere, plaguing the other students with fear and bated breaths.
Sensing the rising tension in the air, you turned your head back and ignored the unpleasant whines of your best friend who was still clinging to your arm without any fear for their life. “Minhwan? Is everything okay?” You address your boyfriend who was uncharacteristically brooding in the background.
Minhwan Ma saw that smug look on your best friend’s face and his hands that were on his sides twitches uncontrollably, one look at that smug face of theirs is all that it takes to make the hot raging volcano finally explode and let out its ferocious magma that swallows everything in their way.
At your question, your best friend who has steel for guts stopped with their unceasing rambles and averted their gaze away from your figure and to your boyfriend who was silently looking at them with pure intent to kill in his piercing brown eyes. Heh. A smug smirk was all it took from your best friend.
“You motherfucker—” Before you can even visualize what happened, Minhwan already has your best friend in his grasp, his small and slender fingers doing their job easier, as Minhwan choked the living shit out of your best friend, who was struggling. Their nails left dents and scratches on the back of Minhwan and yet he doesn’t seem to care, as he continues to reprieve them from their airway.
You stared baffled, and your brain and motor functions finally kicked in before trying to kick Minhwan out of the way to stop your boyfriend from committing murder and being put behind bars which you don’t want, because (1) that means less couple bonding between the two of you. “Minhwan! Wait, you need to stop! You might kill someone if you continue—”
For a split second, Minhwan stopped with his painful actions as he turned to look at you, your best friend laying limp in his stronghold. “Stop? Do you want me to stop killing this motherfucker right now? They were all over you like a fucking leech. It’s annoying, if you hadn't been here, I would have cut off their arms first before sending them off to the afterlife. Shouldn’t you feel thankful? I’m getting rid of useless trash for you.”
You suck in a breath before taking out your phone, you just hope that google has clear and detailed instructions on how to properly bury a body and how to get away with murder.
Hanwool Phi:
Hanwool is okay with almost everything or should I say— was, at first, Hanwool was naïve. They were your best friend, of course, they would be a little touchy, a bit intimate, and a whole lot smothering with their affection. Because I mean, who wouldn’t want to get you for themselves? Am I right? You had a world too on your own, your world doesn’t revolve around a man named Hanwool Phi. But this is taking it too far.
Hanwool sneers as he watches the messages of your best friend continue to pile up on your phone, numerous notifications keep on popping up on your phone with no rest and all Hanwool did was watch the pathetic excuse of a human to keep on bombing your phone on a weekend with messages of going out together to have some best friend bonding time.
Hanwool almost let out a laugh as he felt hands wrapping around his small waist, hands that is familiar to him throughout his life, the hands that held him up when he was down, the hands that piece him back all together when his life breaks apart every second, and oh my god, the hands that focus on him solely, giving him affection that he never even thought of him to be lucky enough to have.
He let out a fond but lovesick sigh and turned to face you who was still sleeping soundlessly without any care for the world, without any care for the fluctuating heartbeat of the man you were hugging without a care for the world. And for heaven’s sake, Hanwool smiled and opened the camera app.
He quickly takes a photo of him and you together, in bed. A smile made its way onto Hanwool’s lips as the photo was quickly sent with a short introduction, quick and straight to the point.
A smile and a click on the block button commenced and Hanwool smugly looked at your phone, before finally getting himself into the comfortable and warm confines of both his bed and your embrace. A smile was ripped off of him again as he remembered the picture that he had sent your best friend. There's a possibility that you might be angry at him for doing something so rash but what’s a little anger that Hanwool Phi can’t tame?
[y/n] [l/n]
Sent at 2:20pm
[picture]
Hello, I’m Hanwool Phi. I’m her boyfriend and they’re currently busy right now as you can see, I’ll make sure to tell them what you said.
The picture of you and Hanwool was downright salacious, with your sleeping figure and your arms tightly wound around Hanwool’s waist, and the pure, pristine white blankets covered up your entire figure but the blanket that slips down from your bare shoulders indicated that you were completely naked.
But the worst thing of it all was the man, with white bed hair that still seems to frame his handsome face. A smirk or was it a grin was plastered on his face, the blanket covered up the entirety of his lower half, and the scratches and red splotches that adorn the silky and white skin of the man seemed to tell a story of passion that happened between lovesick lovers.
Hanwool smiles and finally drifts off to sleep, good thing he managed to save the photo in his phone before you cause a ruckus.
Hello! I hope you’re doing well! I was just wondering if am I able to request Kim Dokja saving teen reader from fulfilling a their prophecy (platonic)? What I made by this is that the reader is destined to go berserk and either destroy or rule the world, and before Dokja came along, every life Joonghyuk had, the reader would go berserk (due to the amount of grief and trama that have accumulated over their life) and Joonghyuk would manage to kill them before the reader can fully complete the prophecy. Now with Dokja in the picture, he decides he wants to save the reader and while the reader is going berserk, he managed to stop them from their destiny and save them from dying, which leads to the prophecy being broken. Hopefully this is okay and makes sense, sorry it was so long!!
Thank you for your request! I'm doing very well, thank you for asking. And don't worry, it isn't too long!
[ Kim Dokja x Gn! Reader ] - Saving teen reader from fulfilling their prophecy (platonic).
Kim Dokja knows himself very well, what his traumas are, his favorite foods, and his most disliked foods - tomatoes. The vain of his existence. Or the bruises that splotch his frail and thin body when he was a kid, and even his mother's warmth that radiated off of her when everything seemed to be falling apart. He knows everything.
Maybe that is why his skill is called: [ Omniscient reader's viewpoint ] Kim Dokja admits, he knows everything. About the constellations, incarnations, dokkaebi, the star stream even, but he doesn't quite get the emotion he is feeling right now.
Swords clashed between each other, as the white pure star energy fluctuated inside of his sword; broken faith. What was he feeling? Kim Dokja asks himself, was it guilt? Was it sympathy? Or was it just him projecting his younger self on your situation?
[ Ki m Do k ja. ] Muttered the fourth wall inside of his head, "Kim Dokja! Snap out of it! Hesitating right now will result in you being the one being killed!" He barely heard the loud shouts of Han Sooyoung throughout his fight with you, he knows that. He knows it. But why can't his body do it?
Every time his sword inched a bit closer to your neck, his fingers trembled, and the power held tightly in his fingertips loosen. Deteriorating his strength causing you to change your direction to counter his swift movements, you truly deserved the title of the calamity of the scenarios.
[ Ki m Do k ja, u r pas t i s ov er. ] Yeah, that's right. His past is over, but you were [y/n] [l/n]. His favorite character even rivals his obsession with imagining himself as 'Yoo Joonghyuk.' At the mention of the regressor inside of his head, an immediate thought flashes inside of the reader's head.
'What will Yoo Joonghuk do in this situation?' An image of you dying with a sword through your neck and the regressor's cold and lifeless eyes screened through his mind, a laugh emerged out of him even in this tense situation of crossing swords until one of them is killed. Yoo Joonghyuk will surely kill you without regrets but he wasn't Yoo Joonghyuk, he wasn't a regressor, and he wasn't the main protagonist even once in his life. He was just Kim Dokja, a reader through and through.
Kim Dokja finally knows what he is feeling, it was sympathy. He has sympathy for his younger self and for you who have experienced that kind of disgusting thing, no children have the right to experience their father beating the shit out of them over a loss of an alcoholic beverage, no children should need to experience suffering their hunger in silence while hiding in a closet to avoid the abusing eyes of their father. No one.
That is why Kim Dokja wants the best for his kids - Shin Yoosung, Lee Gilyoung, [y/n] [l/n], deserves a good and happy life once they reach the end of the scenarios. My kids, Kim Dokja thought.
"Ahjussi, what did you want to be when you grow up?" Kim Dokja tilted his head to the side at your question.
"Me? It's kind of embarrassing but I kind of want to be like Yoo Joonghyuk when I was a kid." You let out a small laugh causing flames to erupt in Kim Dokja's pale cheeks.
"I can see Ahjussi shouting to himself in the bathroom mirror: "I am Yoo Joonghyuk!" Kim Dokja doesn't have the guts to refute your statement when it was the truth. "Then what about you? What did you want to be when you grow up?" Your eyes widened for a fraction before your lips curled up into a bright smile.
"Me? I wanted to be someone like Dokja ahjussi."
"Han Sooyoung!" Kim Dokja shouted but never once turned back to look at Han Sooyoung's crouching figure, his eyes solely focused on your body. Cracks and veins of the color black littered your body, with your eyes turning pure white. You look like you have come to earth to judge destruction over the living.
"I'm going to be myself from this day on!"
"What the fuck are you saying, you bastard?!" Han Sooyoung grits the words out of her teeth angrily, "you just died three days ago! Are you trying to kill yourself again?"
"Don't say that in front of [y/n]! She wants to be like me when she grows up after all!" Kim Dokja grins as the feeling that was burdening his mind and body was finally lifted out of his chest, as he remembered the words that you said to him once on the rooftop of the industrial complex during sunrise.
"Me? I wanted to be someone like Dokja ahjussi. You were cool when you battled the constellations, when you became the demon king of salvation, when you kept saving us even though we're characters inside of a novel. So, I want to survive. With the kids, Heewon and Sangah noona, even Joonghyuk-ssi. So, promise me ahjussi -"
"Kim Dokja!" Yoo Joonghyuk who was hit and flew to the other side of the wide open space finally managed to get up to where they were now. "Kim Dokja! Stop what you're thinking, you can't do it!" Yoo Joonghyuk clenched the sword of his handle tightly.
"No, I can do it! I'll break this scenario and let's survive together until the end!" Kim Dokja looks behind and stares at his two companions with certainty in his eyes.
[ The Constellation Demon King Of Salvation wants you to trust in him. ]
"Let's survive together until the end, ahjussi."
***
"Ahjussi! Are you okay? I'm so sorry!" You crouch down in front of Kim Dokja's body in which he curled up into himself due to the pain coursing inside of him, "damn, that hurt." Kim Dokja looks up in front of him to see your tear-ridden face as you sob uncontrollably, Han Sooyoung was behind you with an awkward expression on her face, while the sunfish bastard was in the background with a grim expression hanging over his face.
"I'm so sorry!" You sob as Han Sooyoung patted you on the shoulder, "don't worry [y/n], look, Kim Dokja alive and kicking!"
"Han Sooyoung, shut up." Han Sooyoung lets out a small tsk sound, before getting up from her crouching position and taking out a lemon lollipop inside of her coat, she unwraps the lollipop out of its wrapper with ease and plops it into her mouth right after.
"Why are you crying?"
"It's because I - I almost killed you." Your sobs quietened down as you tried to speak normally, Kim Dokja sighs before raising his sore arm and gently putting on the crown of your head.
"It's fine." You rapidly shook your head at Kim Dokja's dismissal of the situation, "it's not!"
"But didn't we survive right after?" You stayed silent.
"But - you could have just killed me before the prophecy happened." You muttered in a small, gloomy voice that doesn't belong to a teen at all.
"Now, why would I? Aren't you the one who said it? To survive together until the end."
"But -"
Kim Dokja sat up out of his curling position to look you in the eye.
"I promised you, so, let's do our best to survive. Okay?" You nodded your head and finally, you let out a smile and Kim Dokja was finally relieved of the tension inside of his body. You took Dokja's hand that was in your head and held it close to you.
His hand was rough and formed callouses together with small and big cuts littering his pale and slender fingers. But you didn't mind it, not at all. It just comforted you into thinking that this man was doing all that he could for him and his companions to survive through these gruesome and taxing scenarios.
"Till the end?" You tilted your head inquisitively.
"Till the end." Kim Dokja nodded his head with a smile on his face.
I see that ur requests are open, if they're not, then uh, ignore thsi ( ；∀；)
anyway
may i request gun and samuel (if u write for him ^^) with a gn s/o who's rlly cheerful but has seperation anxiety?
ty and have a nice day/night! :D
Thank you for your request!
[ Park Jong Gun, Samuel Seo x Gn! Reader ] - Gn! s/o who's cheerful but has separation anxiety.
Park Jong Gun:
This man didn't notice anything at first, you were so cheerful and there wasn't anything that alerts him or can make alarm bells ring inside of his head, well, save for the supposed clinging. But Gun sucks it up to be your love language of some sort, he loves it when you cling to him.
He loves it when you depend on him, your arm intertwining with his while your head lays on his shoulder. Heaven.
But somewhat after he does notice some of your clinging tendencies worsen, for example, like, being in distress when he's about to leave for work, excessive worry about him dying or getting injured, and worried about unexpected events that may cause Gun to be gone for weeks or even worse months. He thought of it as you being too overly worried for him and he likes it, no one has ever cared for him this personally before.
Of course, with love comes with dislike. Gun's a man whose very purpose is to be an enigma, a mystery that is supposed to be solved by other people. He has a lot of secrets and his line of work is dangerous. He is worried about you coming with him when he's at work. Also, all of his colleagues are weirdos and he doesn't want their germs infecting you.
The man is blunt and would ask you to back off, he's tired from work and he wants some space for himself too. Of course, he feels guilty for saying that to you but there's little to bear with, when you explain to him that you have separation anxiety, his guilt will double.
"Don't be sorry [y/n], text me, or even call me if you ever feel distressed. I don't guarantee that I can pick up or answer you immediately and if I am free I would text you back or answer your call. I assure you, I will always come back home to you. You will never be left alone ever again with me by your side, got that?"
He became much more lenient than before, he will also buy you a lot of things that remind you of him.
Samuel Seo:
He knows that you have separation anxiety and kind of uses it against you sometimes (sorry for all the Samuel Seo fans out there.) With how this man has been hell-bent on making Gapryong Kim notice him and be proud of his accomplishments when he was a middle schooler, he would have some issues too.
Especially when he found out that his father wasn't the one he had been expecting, and when Samuel strangled the life out of the man, and as Samuel watched the light in those orbs get sucked out of those eyes that looked characteristically similar to his, he gets jealous.
And now he's stuck with a never-ending inferiority complex that can never be healed, of course, when he started to date you, his inferiority complex has slightly gotten better, especially with how cheerful you are, your cheerfulness makes his day a whole lot better.
He's lowkey boasting about his relationship with you with Jake, "see that, you might be Gapryong Kim's son, but have you ever experienced an s/o's touch before? No. You're just a virgin." Okay, I don't exactly see him saying that but it kind of does look like that when he gloats to Jake.
And when he finds out that you get anxious or distressed when he's separated from you? His love meter for you went to the roofs, he hasn't experienced anything when it comes to love and he was neglected ever since his childhood days, and now someone can't sleep when he's not beside them? Gets anxious when he's not there? He loves it.
Assures you that he will never leave your side, when Samuel falls in love he falls in hard, he's entirely dedicated to this relationship, he will answer all of your calls and text, a meeting about a new business opportunity? Wait a damn second, [y/n]'s calling.
Eugene's tired of his bullshit but he's good with what he does that's why he just pays no mind to it.
"How are the third and fourth affiliates doing? Samuel Seo." Eugene's voice echoes throughout the meeting room, the other occupants now staring at the man whose suit looks like it's about to pop near his chest area, as Samuel was about to open his mouth to report his duties, a low ding was heard inside of his pockets, the notification sound familiar to his ears with how it is his designated ringtone if you ever called or text him, or in this case, a text.
Samuel slams down a folder that holds hundreds of paperwork that involves the third and fourth affiliates and explains the summary with quick speed to Eugene causing everyone to almost have nosebleeds with how fast he is talking, though everyone can still perfectly and clearly understand him, his reports were always sincere and with perfect clarity after all.
After the full-on fucking rap from Samuel, he sits himself down calmly before taking out his phone with a smile on his face, Eli just looks at him weirdly while Warren is full-on gawking and Nomen is just there needing a fucking translation on what the shitstorm Samuel just said.
"Oh hey, [y/n], what's up? Something wrong? No, I'm not busy. I just finished doing my report, yeah, I'm about to come home. Do you want me to buy food? Okay, what do you need? I'll buy all of it."
Eugene hates it. He wants you to only please him, kidding. But jokes aside, he hates it. He doesn't want anyone taking advantage of you because of this trait of yours and he wants you to be able to stand up for yourself.
Being his lover is harsh, hard, and difficult, it's just everything defining the word grating. Being Eugene's lover can guarantee you having a rose-flowered life but those roses have thorns.
You have to frequently talk to conniving, manipulative, disgusting people every day due to Eugene's line of work. Though he works hard to not involve you in this mess, it can't guarantee you not being involved. It's only a matter of time before word gets spread around and just before you know it you have your face plastered all over magazines, newspapers, or any social media outlets.
People will expect no less from you, your Eugene's lover. A man who's by the age of eighteen already has five affiliates that can rake in billions and billions of cash, everyone has high expectations for the person who has managed to woo this notorious man's heart.
Different types of people will take advantage of this trait of yours, that's why Eugene keeps you tight under covers to not let any of these disgusting people manage to lay their sights on you. You being well-known is enough but a sea of people swarming towards you like a colony of bees to a flower just to get information or extort you? That's a big no for our boss baby right here.
Eugene will train you to be more confident in yourself, he will set up daily conversation narratives to help you fight off this trait. "You don't have to please people to fit in, just be yourself that's why I've fallen for you."
And when you finally manage to fight it off, Eugene's so proud he's giving you another black card for your hard work. He will show you off to everybody, and when those disgusting pests tried to talk to you and take advantage of you? He's watching it happen and he's smiling so proudly at how you've managed to say no from their tricky advances with wit.
"Did I do well?" You hurriedly ran to Eugene's side leaving behind the sea of people, Eugene raised a brow at your question. "And what did I tell you?" You stop and cover your mouth with your hand, "oops, let me rephrase that. I'm good at this."
Eugene nods satisfactorily and patted your head, "regarding your question a while ago, you've always been doing well." You smiled and placed a small kiss on the corner of Eugene's lip, "I know, I learned from the best."
Yoojin jealousy hc with really pretty s/o which attract men very easily. + another hcs this time its s/o getting jealous( i wasn't sure if i should separate these )
I don't see this man getting jealous because he's assured that he's better than any man out there, he can list all of his qualities to you and it can easily exceed over a hundred. He's handsome, financially stable, and a CEO, he can also guarantee your safety, no one can ever touch you that easily with Eugene as your lover, and he's loyal.
He might seem like someone who cheats on his lover just because he's falling out of love but he's not. He treats your feelings sincerely because you're his lover. The person he wants to spend the rest of his time here on earth with, be it this life or the next will forever be yours. And he always reassures you every day, every night never missing a day. Because when our boss' baby falls in love he falls in harder.
But he does get jealous sometimes, those times are when you're too busy to pay any attention to him, hanging out with someone that he isn't aware of, or being confessed to by a random guy or girl. He seriously can't take an eye off of you because you keep getting confessed to left and right. He's fine with it because he admits you're very pretty and he's proud of that.
But what he hates is that people are focusing on the pretty aspect, not your qualities. If someone ever confessed to you not just because you're pretty but they're seeing you as someone to whom they can dedicate their entire life, that's the time he'll feel the competition.
Eugene's a businessman he knows your worth and he won't settle for less with your suitors, if they can't even beat him at one aspect where did they even get the guts to confess to you?
He also gets jealous when you're paying attention to someone who's not worthy of your attention, when that's happening he will slowly avert your attention to him and lead you out of that person's reach, he will turn his head back to the person with a smile that doesn't seem to reach his eyes.
S/o getting jealous:
Now, it's an entirely different topic when you're the one getting jealous, Eugene's a hypocrite. He likes seeing you jealous but when he's the one feeling it? He hates it.
Eugene's famous, he's the CEO of five affiliates that gathers billions of won a month, he's handsome and successful at the young age of eighteen. Everyone's vying to be him or be with him, though no need to worry your pretty head over them, Eugene always assures you that there's no competition when you're the winner from the start.
He has that smile on his face when he sees you getting jealous, he looks at you with that eye smile plastered all over his face while casually chatting up with a person who's taking up so much of his time. Even though Eugene likes seeing you jealous he always makes sure to never take it too far, when he's talking to someone there's always a slight cold frosty sheen that can be seen in his eyes. Everyone who's observant can see it.
The way his eyes turned downwards with a cold glance, his lips twitching into a frown every second, and the most noticeable one is when his eyes wander over to your form every time, Eugene's an experienced businessman, he's well-versed in this field and he knows that making eye contact with the person he's talking to is one of the important steps in directing the deal to your benefits. But his eyes always turn back to you, gauging if his charade annoyed you too much or if he can still push it a bit.
When he sees you getting uncomfortable that's the time he will back down, the smile went from his face, and replacing it was a straight line on his lips, his eyes that seemed to shine now covered with frost. An intimidating "are you done?" That was what he uttered.
Though he likes seeing you jealous, he doesn't want any fights surfacing between the two of you. He always makes you jealous when you make him jealous, a little payback for playing his feelings like that.
