Sep 17, 2025
Solo Levelling x Reader Multi-Character Imagine
Prompt: Their reactions when Y/n gets stuck in an S-rank dungeon
Genre/Warnings: Fluff, Dark-ish themes for Jinwoo?
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Solo Levelling x Reader Multi-Character Imagine
Prompt: Their reactions when Y/n gets stuck in an S-rank dungeon
Genre/Warnings: Fluff, Dark-ish themes for Jinwoo?
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First post. Here we go.
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Solo leveling x male reader
With Yu-Gi-Oh inspired Hunter Reader.
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First meeting
Okay: let’s settle down on who you are.
S-Rank Mage-type Hunter. Powerful spells but that are not main ability. Instead on being mage focus on powerful magic, a summoner, or support. You said “Yes.” To it all… as well healing.
A very rare case. While yes, you can make magic with hand motion or an incantation. The true magic is in the heart. You can draw cards from the heart. A Magic Beast from a gate can one day be one of your summons. A spell you haven’t seen before? It’s a spell card now. And then there’s blank cards. Blank cards are your most prized possessions. Empty canvases that can bring thoughts to reality but extremely rare for you to draw.
Because of how your primary ability works. You earned some titles; Dealer, Card Master, best supporter mage, strongest supporter mage. You are one of the best S-Rank Hunter’s in America.
Now this is where you come over to South Korea. You were send over for the 4th Jeju Island raid. They knew the South Korea Hunters and Japanese Hunters were in safe hands. With your deck of flexible cards, you went sent over to Korea, four days before the raid.
Sung Jin-Woo
Jin-Woo felt your mana. Calm, collected, powerful. But no where near his level. (Get it?) In turn you felt his; Korea’s 10th S-Rank. It was powerful, more than yours.
But what caught his grey eyes, was your tuck case that hanged on your belt. A deck of cards? What for? He didn’t think much about. Until he saw what their true purpose was.
Being curious over what you, the foreign S-Rank can do. He just had to asked. What can you offer that made U.S only send one hunter.
You in response, drew a card… from the heart. A card with a High Orc with a broadsword in hand etched on the white canvas. Detailed to the smallest detail. An A-Rank magic beast.
With a command, the card breaks down with a blue glow. In turn, the familiar is summoned. Not the conventional summon, Jin-Woo expected. Perhaps a worm-like summon, or foxes. Perhaps there are other hunters with card magic.
A High Orc spawned in front of Jin-Woo, in the middle of the gymnasium.
The High Orc pull out a pair of sunglasses that were big enough for his size and from somewhere in his pants. With a grunt, broadsword on his shoulder, and thumb gesture pouting at himself. He greeted Jin-Woo.
It certainly intrigued him what your cards can do. Do you only spawn magic beasts? How high the rank can you go? And this is where you bust out the rest…
You take out the tusk case and sets them on the table, pressing on the sides of the case. It opens out in a fan mechanism, as cards shuffled out, the case being bigger on the inside than on the outside. Cards as far as Jin-Woo can see. Summon cards, from goblins, Raikans and Golems. But what caught his attention, where the spell cards. From a simple fireball, to enchantment, cursing or healing. You took the role of mage and healer into one.
It gave him a glimpse of inside Y/N mind. A spell card, that can make the targets own shadow trap and root them in place. The spell card certainly has his eyes gleaming purple.
One summon card did interested him and by accident, He muttered a cards name. A lion that can control shadows. “Onyx the Umbra lion?”
But it was to late for you to stop the summoning The lion is summoned in front of Jin-Woo. The Lion’s purple eyes stares at Jin-Woo’s, as its dark mane stands up with a gentle wave. Like a king of the animal kingdom, it lies down lazily with a yawn as shadows dance around it
Cha Hae-In
Korea’s 9th S-Rank. Her eyes may seem uninterested with you spotted her, even more when she had her handkerchief covering her nose like if even the scent of others was above her
Buy that was quickly cleared up when she explained, why. She could smell mana and in reality, she is meek… and socially awkward… and easily flustered.
As the characterization cleared up, the small interaction came with Jinwoo. The box, the cards, and the wide variety of spells.
Needless to say, she was shocked at how versatile you were. A mage and healer in one. Whether you participated in offensive action or stayed back to defensive and/or support.
As her grey eyes scrutinized every card and not repeat Jin-Woo’s small accident. Her fingers traced over the pristine corner of one card. Spell card; Excalibur; Replaces the current weapon with Excalibur.
That was all to it. Plain and simple she thought. But it’s the legendary sword; Excalibur. Who wouldn’t want to hold the sword?
With your permission. She called to the card. “Excalibur!”
The card breaks down. As S-Rank Hunters were left dropped mouths (Except Jin-Woo). The sword of legendary status was a card, and it can be used. The sword appears, as her finger tips touch the hilt of the sword, she felt it. The swords mana was powerful. It seemingly paired well with her. She gave it a few swings with the sword. The magic it gave was overwhelming to the other S-Rank Hunters.
Others cards that got her curiosity where spells that boosted light magic. You in turn showed her other options.
Baek Yoon-Ho
The Guild Master’s eyes measured your man level, S-Rank as he was told. Stronger than his. But seeing the Tusk case hanging on your belt, gave him some doubt. What exactly can you do? Why only send one single S-Rank Hunter for this raid? You better have some powerful ability or ace-in-the-hole.
And that was proving when you showed the cards. Is it? Some glorified card set? But his doubt is quickly diminished when Jin-Woo summoned the familiar on the card. The large lion magic beast simply lied down on the gymnasium padded floor, but not before eying Yoon-Ho, like it knew of his beast form.
He wondered if there were cards that could boost his strength, something that can bring him mediocre to… not the weakest S-Rank in the world.
And sure enough, their… were… plentiful. His orange eyes spots several cards that were dedicated to just power. A simple strength boost, a spell card that gives the target a boost when in a injuried state, and a card which puts the target in a berserker state; giving a strength boost and relentlessness; lack of reaction to being attacked.
He understood what made you S-Rank material. You were essentially another Sung Jin-Woo but with cards. You can summon an army and boost them. It got him excited over the possibilities. What combinations he can receive.
Then there was one card that made his eyes bulge. Well, made the hunters eyes bulge. Rank enchantment; increases the targets rank by one level. On a deeper level; it improves the a hunters strength, speed, durability, and mana. Turning any hunter of any rank, like A-Rank into a pseudo-S-Rank.
One things for sure, there prepared for Jeju Island.
I NEED more Yoon-ho fics MY PUSSYS STARVING
The Widow | Yoonho Baek
Pairing: Min Byungyu x f!reader x Baek Yoonho
Content Warning: character death, grief, mentions of blood, tears, loneliness
Genre: angst, eventual fluff, eventual smut, slow burn
Summary: There were a few things Yoonho was certain of. 1) His best friend had a wife he'd never told him about. 2) That same friend had died before his wife could tell him something that would change their lives forever. 3) He owed it to Byungyu to look after and protect his wife, even if it meant denying himself for the rest of his life.
Author's Note: This is a series I am just starting. I had this idea ironically when I was joyriding around the block, screaming the words to "I Have Nothing" by Whitney Houston, which really has nothing to do with this story, it just sort of popped into my head. I will update as often as I can!
Notes on the genres: 😘 - fluff, 😭 - angst, 🥵 - smut
"Take care of her, Yoonho. And let her take care of you." -- Min Byungyu
Part One | 😭
Part Two | 😭 slight 😘
Part Three
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Masterlist
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The Widow | Part Two
Pairing: Min Byungyu x f!reader x Baek Yoonho
Content Warning: character funeral, grief, panic attacks, dissociation, bottling up emotions, early pining
Genre: angst, eventual fluff, eventual smut, slow burn
Summary: He knew the memorial service was going to be hard on you both, but what he didn't expect was to witness just how kind-hearted your soul really is. No wonder Byungyu had been drawn to you. There might be a little part of Yoonho that's a little jealous, though, can you be jealous of a dead man?
Word Count: 2,790
Author's Note: I must say, I have never seen so many activity notifications! It felt like I was constantly getting more and more activity, and that was so heart-warming! So much so, I had to hurry up and finish part two! This one has also not been proofe read, but I still hope you enjoy!!
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Due to the sheer number of deaths that occurred during the raid, there was a mass memorial service was held a week later. Part of Yoonho felt (y/n) got cheated. Another part of him was glad they did it this way. You wouldn’t have wanted a bunch of mourners circling you, crying over you. You’d always hated that thought.
The news of you leaving a widow behind had hit the news the day after they returned. The Association was still unsure of who could have let the information slip. Jinchul had started mercilessly interrogating everyone working in the office, resulting in lots of sick days for those who cracked under his intense pressure. As a result of the leak, Yoonho had been sleeping on the burnt orange couch in the living room. He was there as moral support when you woke up screaming or vomiting in the middle of the night, but he was also there to scare off any reporters who had come in search of their next big headline. The memorial ought to keep them sated for a few days.
At the service, you were dressed in a solid black dress with a small hat with a veil covering your face. It was old-fashioned, but it looked good on you, plus it hid the redness in your eyes well. Yoonho accompanied you to the funeral and sat by you, but he gave you a moment of your own to mount the steps to the memorial to pay your final respects to your late husband. When you returned after laying your flower at his picture along with a letter of your own, he got up and made his way up.
Yoonho didn’t know why he was surprised seeing Jinwoo Sung coming down from the frame where he’d laid his flower with the ever-growing pile. The man looked utterly dejected, his face pointed to the ground. Yoonho knew from experience that great power came with great responsibility and an even greater amount of criticism from the public, who never really understood the weight of what Hunters did. The country had seen what he was capable of. Maybe not everything, but they’d seen enough to wonder why he wasn’t there to begin with. Yoonho was sure he was feeling responsible for not just Byungyu’s death, but for the deaths of everyone, and that weight wasn’t good for anyone to carry.
So he stopped him and relayed the words of wisdom that Byungyu himself had once laid on him three years ago. He made Jinwoo promise to wait for him at the bottom, and then he kept climbing.
“I’m sorry you never got to live your life with (y/n) or meet your child. I should never have brought you back in, but without you, we’d all be dead. Thank you for your sacrifice. And I promise I’ll take care of your wife and child,” he whispered, eyes caught on Byungyu’s smiling face.
He laid his white flower down on the pile and gave the man one last smile before walking down the steps and joining Jinwoo at the bottom.
“Come with me,” he said. “I want you to meet someone.”
Jinwoo looked hesitant, and Yoonho half expected the man to disappear like he was never there, but he let Yoonho lead him to the front where you were waiting. Jinwoo’s body locked up upon seeing you.
“(y/n), I’d like for you to meet Jinwoo. The man who helped save all our lives and end that nightmare,” Yoonho said.
He didn’t know you well enough to know how you’d react. Part of him was screaming that this was an absolutely horrible idea. The other part was hoping heavily that this was the right decision. That you could help one another find peace.
You turned around to look at them, your eyes watery beneath the veil. Jinwoo looked like he was near collapse, so Yoonho carefully, without touching his shoulder, guided him to have a seat in his spot beside you.
“You ended it?” your voice was weak as you spoke.
Yoonho could make out a subtle nod and he wished he could grab Jinwoo and express just how grateful he was– they all were– that he had showed up when he did. It didn’t matter that he was late. They all had their own lives, and he was no affiliated with any guild. He had a responsibility as a Hunter, but that responsibility was not commanded. He wasn’t there on the first, second, or third raids. He didn’t have a stake in the game. He simply showed up, however he did so, because he knew they were going to die. He is the only reason they all hadn’t lost their lives like so many of the Hunter’s from Japan.
He didn’t really know what he was expecting from this interaction. He didn’t truly know how you would react. Maybe for you to reassure him that you didn’t hate him. Maybe to slap him for being late. Maybe to promise him that your husband had given his life with purpose. Whatever there was, he definitely didn’t think you would throw your arms around the man’s neck and weep into his shoulder.
Jinwoo was hesitant. He never struck Yoonho as much of a hugger or someone who liked to be touched. He’d always brushed Yoonho off when the man grabbed his shoulder, then again, their very first meeting was less than ideal. However, Jinwoo wound his arms around you, holding you against his body and something inside of Yoonho’s chest rumbled.
This was his idea. The hug was an added bonus, but as he watched the tears drip down your cheeks, landing on Jinwoo’s black dress jacket, he couldn’t help but wish he was the one soaking up your tears. As quickly as the jealousy presented itself he forced it away. He had no business feeling protective and possessive over his best friend's widow. Especially when you were hugging the man who’d made his death mean something.
When the two pulled away, Jinwoo hid his face shyly as he rapidly wiped at his eyes. He was more affected by Byungyu’s death than Yoonho had expected.
He stood up, whispering his condolences and farewell to the both of you before departing and Yoonho took his seat again.
“Thank you for that,” you whispered.
Your hand found his, resting on his knee. You gave it a soft squeeze before folding your hands back in your lap and looking forward and the speeches started.