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[serenitiesbloom]

Hi! I wasn’t sure if you’ve played the older genshin events/have an interest in him, but if you do could I request something for yan! Albedo? His long awaited return has been causing me crazy brainrot lol I’d love to hear your thoughts on him

Rest assured, I've been one of the players since the game's release and only stopped playing after Fontaine. It was a magical game back then, but I lost interest later on and dropped it. Hope u enjoy reading this!

Contractual Affection

Yandere!Albedo x Reader

Albedo sat in the dim glow of multiple screens, his sharp eyes scanning the profiles in front of him. His fingers tapped idly against his desk.

"This one."

The assistant beside him marked the chosen candidate.

You had heard the rumors.

The Kreideprinz Corporation paid exceptionally well—better than any other company in Teyvat. But there was a catch: employees never lasted long. Some said the work was grueling. Others whispered about the CEO’s particular standards.

Then, the real surprise came.

"You’ve also been selected as his partner in marriage."

Wait—what? You're here for work though.

Before you could protest, you were ushered into his office.

"I’ve been waiting for you." 

You checked the email notification on your phone again and again.

"Congratulations! You’ve been selected as the personal assistant to Chief Albedo Kreideprinz. Additionally, you are hereby formally engaged to him under a provisional contract."

You blinked. Then read it again.

…What? How did you miss the second line?

Sure, the job posting had mentioned "unconventional benefits" but this was not what you’d signed up for. You were thrilled to get the job, maybe that's why you didn't even bother to finish reading the mail.

Albedo’s office was pristine, much like the man himself. He didn’t even glance up when you stormed in, waving your phone like a white flag of confusion.

"There’s been a mistake!" you insisted. "I applied for a job, not an—an arranged marriage!"

Finally, he set down his pen. His gaze was glacial, but there was something beneath it—amusement? Annoyance?

"No mistake," he said. "It’s a temporary arrangement. My family has been… insistent."

Alice—his adoptive mother, a whirlwind of chaos, and Klee, his little sister (bless her explosive heart), had apparently decided that Albedo’s "workaholic iciness" was a cry for help. They’d misread his quiet dedication as loneliness.

"They believe I lack 'human warmth,'" he deadpanned. "This was their solution."

You crossed your arms. "So I’m your..."

"For appearances only. The salary, of course, will reflect the additional role."

…Well. That was a staggering number. And, not that it mattered, but Albedo was unfairly handsome.

"Fine," you sighed. "But no weird demands. We keep it professional."

"Naturally."

Breaking News! The announcement hit the tabloids: "Kreideprinz CEO ENGAGED to Mystery Partner!"

Speculations ran wild. But your identity remained sealed under airtight confidentiality—for your safety, the contract stated.

…Which meant you now had to dodge paparazzi, side-eye strangers in cafes, and resist the urge to throat-punch anyone who whispered, "I heard they’re a gold-digger."

The pressure was on.

Surprisingly… Albedo was chill about it.

He treated you with the same detached politeness as before, just with added "my dear" in front of the board members.

"This isn’t working," you admitted one evening, slumping into his office couch. "People think you hired an actor. Look at this."

You shoved your phone at him. A gossip forum’s top thread: "Albedo’s ‘partner’ = paid PR stunt??"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes! If this fails, your family will just set you up again. And I’d like to keep my lucrative job." You hesitated. "We should… go on dates. Public ones."

Albedo finally looked up from his notes.

"Very well. Dinner at La Lumière tomorrow."

You should’ve known the universe would punish you for trying to help.

The photo splashed across every gossip site by dawn: "Albedo’s Future spouse Caught in Scandalous Rendezvous!" The caption screamed betrayal, but the reality was pathetic. You’d just been asking an old friend for café recommendations while Albedo took a phone call.

You’d explained. He’d nodded calmly. "I trust you."

…Which somehow made it worse.

Now, holed up in his pristine townhouse (a temporary safety measure, he insisted), you stared at the latest headline: "Heartbroken Kreideprinz: Is the Engagement Doomed?"

You groaned into a couch cushion. "I’m going to strangle the press with their own camera straps."

knock knock knock.

Albedo hadn’t mentioned visitors. The paparazzi wouldn’t dare approach his private residence… right?

Cautiously, you peered through the door’s stained glass and saw a tiny figure in a red hat, bouncing on their toes.

You cracked the door open. "…Hello?"

"Hi!!" The girl beamed, clutching a backpack that rattled suspiciously. "I’m Klee! Big brother Albedo said I could visit, but.." She leaned in, whispering loudly, "he forgot, so you gotta let me in before the monsters find me!"

…What.

Five minutes in, you learned three things:

Klee was Albedo’s sister (and a walking explosion hazard).

She adored her brother (and was thrilled he "finally got a friend!").

She had the energy of a thousand suns (and zero respect for "boring adult rules").

By the time Albedo’s immaculate living room resembled a rainbow bomb site, crayon murals on the walls, Dodoco plushies staging a coup on the sofa, and something sticky on the ceiling, you were ready to collapse.

Klee, however, was just getting started.

"Watch this!!" She brandished a handful of glitter. "Sparkly Boom—"

"NO—" You lunged.

The door clicked open.

Albedo stood in the doorway, gaze sweeping over the chaos, the overturned furniture, the glue-streaked floor, Klee dangling from the chandelier (how?!) before landing on you.

"…I was gone for two hours."

Klee waved. "We bonded! Your friend's fun, Big brother Albedo!"

"Did you now?"

You thrust Klee toward Albedo like a live grenade.

"Here. Please."

He took her without comment, though his eyebrow twitched at the glitter smeared across his sleeve while you scrambled to salvage his ruined home.

"Leave it," he said, catching your wrist as you tried to scrub crayon off the wallpaper. "I’ve already called a cleaning service."

"You—what? Then why didn’t you—"

"You seemed… invested."

Was that amusement in his voice?

With the house uninhabitable and no food in sight (RIP, the exploded kitchen experiment Klee swore was a "snack"), the three of you fled to a quiet corner of Mondstadt’s tavern.

Peace, at last.

"Big brother Albedo," Klee chirped around a mouthful of sticky honey roast, "do you like your friend?"

You choked on your water.

"Of course."

"But like-like? Like how Mom likes Dad before he went poof?"

"Klee—"

"Because if you like-like them, you gotta hold hands! And kiss! And—"

"We are engaged." Albedo interjected smoothly. "That means I care for them deeply, and we’ll be together… indefinitely."

Klee squinted. "That’s boring. Prove it."

"It’s inappropriate to do such things in front of children."

"Liar." She puffed her cheeks. "Mom kisses people all the time in front of me!"

With terrifying calm, he turned to you.

"Apologies."

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Your face burned. Klee giggled. Albedo sipped his wine like nothing happened.

"Happy?" he asked Klee.

"Mmm… barely pass." She grinned at you.

You buried your face in your hands. "I hate both of you."

-----

The moment you stepped out of the shop, you knew something was wrong.

A man you’d never seen before suddenly blocked your path, grinning like a wolf who’d spotted easy prey. "Hey there, sweetheart. Fancy meeting you here."

You sidestepped, but he grabbed your wrist. "Come on, don’t be like that. Let’s chat—"

Camera flashes erupted.

Shit. You’d been set up.

The paparazzi lurked just out of reach, snapping photos of the "scandalous encounter" they’d orchestrated. Your pulse spiked—this would be everywhere by sundown.

"Remove your hand."

You didn’t even have to turn to know Albedo was there.

The man scoffed. "Or what? You gonna fight me over your little—"

Albedo’s fingers dug into the man’s shoulder, forcing him back with terrifying ease. "I won’t repeat myself."

The cameras went wild.

You expected him to drag you away. Instead, Albedo cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek where the stranger had nearly grazed you. "Are you hurt?"

You shook your head.

Then, in full view of the paparazzi, he pulled you close, one arm locking around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"Let’s go home," he murmured, loud enough for the cameras to catch.

The crowd erupted.

Once the authorities dispersed the paparazzi, Albedo didn’t let go. His grip on your hand was just shy of painful, his strides too fast as he led you through backstreets.

"Albedo—"

"Quiet."

Only when you were safely inside his car did he finally look at you.

"It won’t happen again."

--Days before the actual selection--

The stack of personnel files sat neatly on Albedo’s desk, each one meticulously reviewed and annotated in his precise, angular script. He had no patience for incompetence, no interest in those who might disrupt the careful order of his work. And yet, when he reached your file, his pen hovered.

He didn’t believe in fate. But something about you, the way your credentials aligned so perfectly with his needs, made him pause.

A practical choice. He circled your name in red ink.

But just to be sure, he'll look up for more information.

At the time, it was nothing more than that.

He hadn’t expected you to be good with Klee.

Most people weren’t. Either they coddled her like glass or scolded her recklessness without understanding the sharp mind behind it.

You handed her bandages when she skinned her knees, humming distractedly as she chattered about her latest "experiment." You packed her lunches with the same precision you applied to his reports, slipping in a handwritten note now and then ("No sparkling bombs today, okay?").

And when Albedo worked through the night, he’d find a fresh pot of coffee at his elbow, a blanket draped over the back of his chair.

It shouldn’t have mattered.

-------

The sky had been clear when you left headquarters. Albedo remembered this distinctly because he had noted the weather in his daily log—72% humidity, minimal cloud coverage, optimal conditions for outdoor testing.

And yet, by mid-afternoon, the clouds rolled in like spilled ink.

He was reviewing soil samples when the first raindrops hit the windows. A flicker of movement caught his eye—you, darting across the courtyard below, arms raised uselessly over your head as the downpour soaked through your clothes in seconds.

A logical man would have returned to his work.

Albedo found himself at the door with his coat in hand before he'd fully processed the decision.

You nearly collided with him when you burst inside.

"Oh—!" You skidded to a halt, blinking water from your lashes. "I didn't think anyone was—"

"Take this." He thrust the coat at you.

"But you'll—"

"I dislike repeating myself."

"...Thank you."

He watched, inexplicably fascinated, as you shrugged it on. The sleeves swallowed your hands whole.

"You look ridiculous." 

You laughed, shaking rainwater from your hair. "Well, it's not like I had much choice. Unless you wanted me tracking mud through your—"

"The third floor lavatory has a hand dryer." He turned on his heel. "Try not to electrocute yourself."

You returned the coat folded neatly on his desk, still faintly damp at the cuffs.

Albedo picked it up. The scent hit him like a poorly calibrated reaction. His grip tightened.

Across the room, Klee bounced on her toes. "Big brother, are you listening? I said—"

"Later, Klee."

The coat went into his desk drawer.

---

A late night in the lab, the winter chill seeping through the windows. You rubbed your arms absently, fingers numb from sorting through stacks of his research notes.

A shadow fell over you, then the weight of his coat across your shoulders.

You startled. "I’m not—"

"You’re shivering." His fingers lingered at your collarbone, adjusting the lapel. "It’s inefficient."

The fabric was still warm from his body.

You didn’t have time to protest before he was back at his desk, scribbling equations like nothing happened.

Then there was this other time.

"You’ll freeze."

The winter wind howled through the streets as Albedo looped his scarf around your neck.

"I have my own—"

"Not thick enough." He tugged the wool tighter, his breath fogging in the air between you. 

When the paparazzi snapped photos of you wrapped in his colors, he didn’t correct the headlines.

"Kreideprinz’s Future Spouse Spotted in His Clothes!"

"Stay close."

Albedo’s hand settled at the small of your back as you navigated the ballroom. This was something you didn't expect to do. Dancing and all at a party.

"We agreed—no unnecessary contact in public."

"Mm." His thumb stroked your spine. "But that reporter from Fontaine has been staring. Credibility demands consistency."

Then his lips were at your ear, his teeth grazing the lobe.

You gasped.

"Paparazzi expect them at events like this." he murmured, pulling back to admire the mark blooming on your neck. 

Your face burned. "That’s..."

"Shall I add another?"

The office knew.

How could they not? Their boss is definitely not good at hiding his true intention.

But the worst part?

You were starting to like it.

The way his gloves caught in your hair when he "fixed" your hood. The weight of his coat. The thrill when he glared down people who dared to flirt.

----

It was just another ordinary day.

You were delivering a stack of reports to Albedo’s office when a loud crash from the hallway startled you. The papers in your hands slipped, scattering across the floor. With a sigh, you knelt to gather them, only to freeze when you realized what you were looking at.

A list of names.

His original selection of candidates.

Each one was meticulously annotated—appearance, qualifications, personality traits. All of them were stunning. All of them were brilliant.

You couldn’t help but laugh.

"Wow, look at these people. Gorgeous, talented.. Why am I even here? I should’ve quit ages ago." you joked, shuffling the papers back together.

You looked up.

Albedo stood in the doorway.

"You’re not leaving, are you?"

"I—It was a joke." you stammered, quickly standing.

He stepped forward, his fingers curling around your waist. "Humor is subjective. That wasn’t funny."

"I wasn’t serious."

Just as he leaned in, his lips parting to say something far from professional.

"OH MY, IS THIS A WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENT?!"

There she was—Alice, Albedo’s adoptive mother, back from her latest trip.

Her eyes darted between the two of you, Albedo’s hand still gripping your waist, your face burning crimson, and she grinned.

"Awwww! My little chalk prince finally found love!" she cooed, clapping her hands. "And you! You’re adorable! Oh, we have to start planning—"

Before you could even process, she had whipped out a detailed baby-naming guide from god knows where and was flipping through it excitedly.

"Hmm, if it’s a girl, ‘Lumine’ has a nice ring!"

You were mortified. Albedo, however, looked completely unbothered.

"Mother," he said calmly, "this is Y/N L/N."

"I KNOW! I SAW THE HEADLINES!" Alice squealed, grabbing your hands. "You’re staying for dinner. We’re celebrating! Klee! KLEE, GET IN HERE!!!"

The "celebration" lasted three full days—three days of Alice’s increasingly unhinged wedding plans, Klee’s sugar-fueled energy, and Albedo watching it all with the quiet amusement of a man who had already accepted his fate.

By the time you finally returned home (Alice having vanished mid-party with a "Be back in a year or five! Love you!"), you were exhausted.

Klee, somehow still buzzing with energy, had insisted on a "sleepover!"—which meant she now lay sprawled between you and Albedo in the bed, her tiny limbs taking up an unreasonable amount of space.

"Hey," Klee piped up, rolling onto her side to squint at you. "Hypothetically… if Big brother Albedo turned into a dragon and kidnapped you, would you be mad?"

"What?"

"Like, a big dragon. With scales and fire and stuff. And he carried you away to his super-secret dragon castle and said you could never leave." She grinned. "Would you stay?"

You shot a glance at Albedo, who was watching you with far too much interest.

"Well," you mused, playing along, "if he was nice about it… and maybe let me redecorate the dragon castle… I guess it wouldn’t be so bad."

Klee giggled. "He’d definitely be nice! He’d give you all the books you want and never let anyone else take you!"

Albedo’s fingers twitched against the sheets.

You yawned, your eyelids growing heavy. "Mmm… then sure. I’d stay."

Klee opened her mouth to ask another question, but before she could, you were already asleep.

Albedo waited until Klee’s breathing evened out—until she, too, finally succumbed to sleep, curled up like a little firework ready to explode at dawn.

Carefully, he shifted her to the side, tucking the blankets around her before turning his attention to you.

His fingers brushed a stray lock of hair from your face.

He had made the right choice.

Not just in selecting you, though that had been flawless in its own way, but in keeping you. In letting you carve a space into his life, his routines.

You stirred slightly in your sleep, murmuring something unintelligible.

The peace lasted exactly two hours.

The bedroom door burst open with enough force to rattle the walls.

"GOOD MORNING, FUTURE GRANDBABY FACTORY—"

Albedo’s arm shot out, catching Alice by the collar before she could leap onto the bed. Klee snorted in her sleep, rolling over like a tiny, bomb-happy burrito. You jolted upright, hair sticking in every direction.

"Mother," Albedo hissed through gritted teeth, "they’re sleeping."

Alice pouted. "But I have blueprints for a nursery! And a list of explosion-proof baby names!"

Without breaking eye contact, Albedo reached for his desk intercom. "Security."

As they hauled Alice away, her voice echoed down the hall:

"FINE! BUT I’M MAILING YOU THE CRIB ANYWAY—"

The door slammed.

You stared at Albedo.

Then, slowly, he pulled the blankets over your head.

"Five more minutes" he muttered.

----

You woke in a cold sweat, gasping.

"Albedo—Albedo—"

He was already awake, "Hm?"

"I just dreamt you were a dragon," you panted, "and you...you swallowed me whole—"

Albedo laughed. Not a polite chuckle, but a deep, unhinged sound that vibrated through his chest.

"That’s not funny!" you hissed, swatting his arm.

"It’s hilarious," he corrected, wiping his eye. "And biologically implausible. Unless," he added thoughtfully, "I shrunk you first."

You gaped at him.

He kissed your forehead. "Go back to sleep."

You did not.

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guess who just finished kpop demon hunters and is currently hyperfixated hahahha! anyway I love baby saja so here’s some brain food from yours truly.

tw: spicy food, pinch of yan. possibly ooc :( spelling errors wc: 637

thinking about…baby saja who loves his hot sauce and when the saja boys aren’t performing, goes to nearby mini marts and convenience stores to buy bottles of hot sauce to devour at the shared apartment he has with the other boys.

Baby saja who posts reviews of different hot sauce brands online and becomes an internet sensation overnight thanks to his trademark sass and deep voice voicing in all his videos and streams. (who knew hot sauce was such an interesting topic?)

Baby saja who meets you one day, you the clueless human staring at two bottles of hot sauce like you were about to make a life-altering decision.

Baby saja who stares at your focused expression and suggests the bottle in your left hand as his favourite and you, instead of freaking out over a member of THE saja boys speaking to you, nod and walk off with the bottle in hand. (though he does look familiar, you think to yourself as you stroll past a billboard with an up-and-coming boy band including a vaguely familiar member with mint blue hair.)

Baby saja who meets you again entirely by chance at a street food market while he was trying all the spicy food and spots you, the odd human in that mini mart. 

Baby saja who offers to walk around the food fair with you.

Baby saja who recommends all his favourite spicy food.

Baby saja who purposely picks the spiciest food to have you try just to see your cheeks flush with heat and your lips pucker from the spice.

Baby saja who makes fun of your red face but finds it cute so he continues to give more spice.

Baby saja who ends up eating all the food you find ‘too spicy’. 

Baby saja who walks you home after eating with promises of treating you to more spicy food.

Baby saja who makes sure to keep in contact with you by visiting you or texting. (how did he even get your number anyway?)

Baby saja who grows close to you over the course of a few ‘spice dates’ as you would call it after he keeps bringing spicy food whenever you meet him.

Baby saja who will sass you into oblivion yet steal your heart with his devastating face card.

Baby saja who despite telling himself he’ll steal your soul soon, just can’t seem to do that after seeing you smile sweetly at him. 

Baby saja who despite knowing that all demons feel are their past feelings of regret and grief, he knows that what he feels for you a simple human isn’t hunger for your soul but desire to see you at his side. 

Baby saja who spots you in the crowd at the saja boy’s live performance of ‘Soda Pop’ and makes sure to keep eye contact with you as the song ends.

Baby saja who after the performance assures you that he’ll still visit and offer you buldak no matter how busy he is with idol things (or stealing souls for gwi-ma).

Baby saja who quite literally lives up to his namesake behaving like a baby be it for the fans or for you. (but he is softer with you ehehehehehe)

Baby saja who hates aegyo with all his demon life but will still begrudgingly do it for you if you ever asked  just you.

Baby saja who gives you saja boy merch after seeing how you decided to support them. (how come all of them are all of him though?)

Baby saja who is a little spoon and likes to snuggle into your chest like a baby.(pun totally intended.)

Baby saja who eventually tells you about him being a demon sent to steal human’s souls but he won’t ever steal yours! Just say the word and he’ll spirit you far far away from all the pain with his embrace so please just believe in him only. ♡ 

a/n: this was super rushed but i hope you like it! :3 might make more of this haha.

as for my jinwoo fic will be temporarily paused due to my laptop giving up on me but it will be continued!

buldak: korean spicy chicken

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[serenitiesbloom]

I GOT HIM 😭🙏🙏🙏🙏 IT TOOK SO MUCH 😭😭.

After spending some and farming some, I finally got my favourite eel. The things I do for you, Jade Leech. 😞.

Anyways time to save for his eternity float card 🫠.

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ughhhhh I'm so unwell.

High res. Beach Celebrate Jade, Malleus, Riddle groovy

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peak.

forbidden love: the tree and the butterfly w.c. ~800

cerces waxing fanfic about you and anaxagoras to maintain the agenda (w/ the chrysos heirs being silly)

“Have you read the latest volume of 'Forbidden Love: The Tree and the Butterfly'?”

“Who hasn't?! The chemistry between the main characters is such a breath of fresh air! The two are constantly arguing, the tension had me kicking my feet!”

“Say... doesn't Broccoligoras, the male lead, remind you of Professor Anaxagoras...?”

“!!! You make a good point! A face as stern as stone, but a heart of gold. So dreamy~”

Anaxagoras simply smirks—heh—hearing his students behind him.

You gag, feeling the previously digested meal lurch. “So, Broccoligoras—I mean, Anaxagoras,” you speak up, trying to drown the voices. “Are you going to ask your dear mother to stop writing us in situations I would rather die before experiencing?”

“Cerces is not my mother”—Anaxagoras stops, taking a deep breath. Then, a knowing chuckle—“your childish ploys to rouse my temper work naught on me, blind follower of Romance. Try harder, won't you?”

You roll your eyes at his challenge. “Why are students of the Grove of Epiphany so engrossed with this... interesting literature, anyways? I would never share a bed with you, just because there happened to be only one.”

“That's not the important part,” Anaxagoras tuts, crossing his arms. “Cerces must possess iron guts, to be massacring my upstanding character without a care."

“You mean with how Broccoligoras is handsome, smart, green, and tall? Unlike you?”

“Excuse me?” Anaxagoras shoots a glare. “Those are all truth (he's green?), especially the tall part—what I'm referring to is some of the degrading remarks by Broccoligoras about dromases, written in poor taste.” Tut tut.

You mumble, “You crazed dromas freak...”

“Do you think that offensive? That is of highest praise—I am not to be categorised with laymen, thank you.”

Before you can retort, Hyacine suddenly appears, stopping you in your tracks, eyes gleaming. In her hands—you sigh—a volume of 'Forbidden Love: The Tree and the Butterfly'. Is this secretly Cerces's plan for world domination?

Hyacine shakes your hand, and then Anaxagoras's. “Congratulations on the engagement you two!”

You almost exploded on the spot. Hyacine was one step away from being charged with your murder. “What?!"

She tilts her head, opening the book. “Am I wrong? But Lady Cerces wrote it here...”

“Page two-thousand-and-two-hundred,” Anaxagoras says, “is when the main character proposes to Broccoligoras after debating him for twelve nights straight. Then, they rode off into the sunset on a dromas. Quite romantic.”

“Oh, right!” Hyacine nods. "My favourite part, very romantic indeed.”

Two-thousand-and-two-hundred pages? Is Cerces's only hobby to torture you both with her prose? You rub your temples. “I hate to say this, but I think Lady Cerces's propaganda is working.”

Anaxagoras shakes his head. “You mean to say—heh... You are enraptured by my greatness after all?”

Your hands goes straight for his throat, in your head. A thought crosses your mind. “Wait, how did you know the exact page?”

Silence. A single bead of sweat rolls down Anaxagoras's good eye. He doesn't even blink it away. “Only a scholar is allowed to question. I won't answer.”

Suddenly, a student barges into Anaxagoras, thud, shouting a hasty apology as they run off. You look down at what dropped from Anaxagoras, stunned.

Hyacine beams a bright smile. “Oh, Professor Anaxagoras! You're a fan of 'Forbidden Love: The Tree and the Butterfly' too?”

... Behind a wall were Tribbie, Castorice, Phainon, and Mydei huddled together, spying on you and Anaxagoras. Aglaea, clearly the only mature one, had better things to do.

Phainon holds the latest volume of 'Forbidden Love: The Tree and the Butterfly'. “Wow,” He reads a page in the book, looking at you and Anaxagoras. “It's just like in the book.”

“Let us see!" Tribbie pulls Phainon down to her level, scanning the words. “Wow! Just like in the book! Do they ever tire of arguing?”

Mydei grunts. “What are you guys on about?” He peers over Phainon's shoulder. “Ugh... it's just like in the book.”

Castorice nods slowly. “I have collected O' venerable Master Cerces's (?) books since the first release. I can say too... Wow, it's just like in the book.”

Phainon pauses before saying, “I thought you weren't on good terms with Lady Cerces, Castorice?”

"We made up after she revived my favourite character, Costa-Rica, in the twentieth volume."

Mydei groans for the hundreth time. "Lady Cerces is not even trying to hide it," He scans the book. "My-day...? Oh, come on. And Paimon?"

Phainon asks, "Who?"

"Hey!" Tribbie averts the topic. “The book! What happens next?”

“Right,” Phainon clears his throat, recclaiming the book from Mydei. “Next... A carriage hits Broccoligoras into the main character which results in an accidental kiss–”

A loud crash is heard. The Chrysos Heirs are too stunned to speak.

Mydei scratches his chin. “Does Lady Cerces happen to be a fortune teller? I should visit her to see if I need to re-evaluate my friends.”

...

... Huddled behind a pile of books in her sanctuary, Cerces works through the endless books while brainstorming.

“Hmm... soulmates? Or should I write childhood sweethearts next? How about marriage of convenience?”

a/n: forbidden love: the tree and the butterly is an actual book in the game, which is where i got the inspo from lmao. cerces just like me frfr. 3.1 hurt me, so i have silly fluff drafts for all of us after the pain</33

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pt 2 to this!  Fluff, slowburn ;), slight angst. spoilers!! 637 words (pt 3 will be the finale of this so bear with me (╥﹏╥) )

There’s something off about Jinwoo lately. It began with small actions. Small acts of service, draping his coat over your shoulders, opening doors, pulling out chairs. Of course you chalked it up to him just being nice. Then it got to sharing meals, walking you home, gifting you daily necessities that you just happened to be running out of. strange. how did he know? But before you knew it, you had settled into a comfortable rhythm with Jinwoo. He had once again wormed through the crevices of your walls and settled in your heart. Spring had arrived, along with the first blooms of love. Along with a bag of grape candies and a note on your desk.

‘dinner?’

-jw♡

Under the message was a hastily scrawled address. You feel your cheeks burn from the length of your smile.

As the evening slowly deepens into night, you find yourself sitting in a cozy pojangmacha with Jinwoo. Deep-fried fritters, rolled omelettes, two bottles of soju. His shadow ripples, you close an eye. Your cups clink. The omelette is salty on your tongue. He smiles, you laugh. A hand brushes your fingertips, featherlight caresses. Was it liquid courage or a fool’s dare? But you find yourself squeezing that hand back. You part ways with a giddy bounce in your step and a kiss on the back of your hand. 

Jinwoo meanwhile smiles softly as he sees your figure skip home. His smile slowly curls into a smirk as he sees the multiple wisps of the soldiers he had hidden in your shadow. It could be argued that sending so many shadows to guard you that your own shadow seemed to have a life of its own could be overkill, but for him, you were worth that and more. It did seem too little for someone as important as you. Jinwoo sighs. He shall need to ensnare your heart and tie you down to him soon. After all, there is no safer place than by his side. 

You love Jinwoo. 

After countless nights of tossing in your sheets over the new developments in your relationship with the ebony-haired hunter. Especially that night you shared dinner with him…if you hadn’t  A new wave of butterflies erupt in your tummy, a sliver of doubt creeps into your mind. So far everything, up to your arrival has been proceeding smoothly. Has your arrival into this world changed anything? Surely not. Well whatever, it's not like you would ever have anything to do with the plot, much less change anything. For now, you hold these warm feelings close to your heart.

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Before long, after many, many, many days of working alongside each other, you and Jinwoo had grown comfortable with each other, exchanging soft greetings and inside jokes. However there was still an unspoken..tension. You, while yearning for Jinwoo, felt the surge of insecurity rear its ugly head as the list of Jinwoo’s achievements grew by the day along with his fame. Jinwoo, worried about scaring you away because of the shadows in his heart. Would you still want to be with someone who sunk into darkness a long time ago? Thus, the both of you carefully inch past each other everyday, never delving too deep or letting the mask of friendship slip. Sometimes you long for an opportunity to spill the flood of feelings in your chest out but each time, you face wall after wall of obstacles. Someday, you promise yourself. Someday, I’ll tell him.

The days soon start to blur together. Until,

The Federal Bureau of Hunters released the list of invited guilds for this year’s International Guild Conference. Ahjin Guild has been selected to represent South Korea.

And thus, Guildmaster of Ahjin guild Sung Jinwoo, Vice-guildmaster Yoo Jinho and third founding member, you set out for the states.  

a/n: pt 3 coming soon! spoiler: Jinwoo gets mad :D. once again i swear pt 3 will be longer!! ૮꒰ ˃̣̣̥ ◠ ˂̣̣̥ ꒱ა i hope i tagged everyone apologies if i missed out anyone!

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cw: angst, slight mention of violence. 1.5k words spoilers ahead if you have not read the manhwa!!

thinking about….Isekaied! reader who one day wakes up in the world of solo levelling and is coincidentally one of Yoo Jinho’s cousins. You, who only just finished reading and binging the whole series of solo levelling and just happened to wake up in its world? Coincidence? Who knows….wait. Is that your phone? The device vibrates and the screen lights up with the caller interface with the name: ‘Jinho-cousin’. You feel yourself have a sense of anticipation. After all, this was one of the characters of your favourite series and now you have a chance to interact with them and not have your screen act as the barrier to your escape. You pick up the call.

Is this a dream? You think to yourself in a bewildered daze as you gaze at the figure in front of you, Jinho beside you introducing the person. However, you’ve always known who the man sitting calmly in front of you was. Sung Jinwoo the main protagonist of solo levelling. In fact, while you not so discreetly oogle him you barely register the hurried introduction Jinho gives you the plea for you to become their third additional member of their guild ... .wait what. You snap out of your reverie, only to see Jinwoo flash a small smile alongside Jinho’s dramatic pleas. Of course, you agree. As you look through your contract you vaguely feel a drilling gaze on you but you brush it off because surely the Sung Jinwoo would never direct his gaze to you, perhaps only a passing glance…

As the days pass, you work alongside Jinho, protecting your guild master’s reputation, promoting the guild, going to meetings with the hunter association when Jinwoo is too busy doing raids in dungeons. While you enjoy your time with the other characters of your beloved series, and indulging yourself with stolen glances of the man you have admired and loved even before arriving into this world, you feel the nagging feeling in your brain reminding you of the one fact you had tried to distract yourself from. His heart is not yours to take, you fool. He has her. As you attempt to do more work, organising Jinwoo’s schedule with the other guilds, a knock on the door interrupts your train of thoughts. You approach the door. “Who is it?” a vaguely feminine voice replies “Is this Mr Sung Jinwoo’s office?” as you open it, a reply on the tip of your tongue but the words die down in your throat as a very familiar figure enters your line of sight.

Cha Hae-In. 

You gape openly. You had known that Cha Hae-In had approached the guild in hopes of joining but this event should have already happened, right? In your shock you barely register the hand coming to a rest on your shoulder. You feel another wave of shock ripple through your stomach as Jinwoo comes to a stop beside you as he subtly draws you closer but surely its just your imagination..right? You brush this off as you quickly usher in Hae-In, your inner fangirl heart squealing from just being able to interact with her. As she and Jinwoo settle onto opposite couches, you turn to take your leave and give them privacy only to get tugged down by a hand on your wrist as you flop onto the couch. You stare incredulously at the man beside you as he continues to converse with Hae-In as if he had not sent your heart spiralling into an abyss of what-ifs. You calm down your racing heart as you observe the conversation. You spy Hae-In’s flushed face and Jinwoo’s confused expression. You smile bitterly. 

Now, as you head downstairs to retrieve the snacks and drinks Jinwoo had asked for Hae-In, you think back on the few interactions you had with him. Perhaps he hadn’t really meant anything when he held your shoulder. You shake your head brushing away the thoughts of what ifs. He’s just your boss, don’t forget your place. As you hurry upstairs, you spot them leaving together. Ah. It must be time for Hae-In’s entrance exam. As he curls an arm around her shoulders and the shadows envelop their figures, you feel the knife in your heart twist. You carefully set down the plate of snacks as the high orc soldier gulps them down. You flop down at your desk and put your head on the table as the earlier scene of Jinwoo and Hae-In close together replays in your mind over and over again. 

How could you ever dream of competing with her? Let alone contest for the heart of the one destined for her? You aren’t even in the original plot, and from what you observed, Jinwoo is still rapidly levelling up each day albeit faster than the original plot. You are the anomaly. Furthermore, let’s not get started on what she has and you don’t. Cha Hae-In, S-rank hunter and vice guild master of the Hunters Guild, the most prominent guild in South Korea, along with her stunning looks, easily likeable personality, enviable combat prowess and so much more. Next to her, what do you have? You sigh as you ruminate in your thoughts as your eyelids grow heavy with the weight of exhaustion and sorrow. ‘There was no way he would look at you like you look at him’. 

But what did he think about this?  

Sung Jinwoo absentmindedly stares at his desk and thinks over recent events. After having to stop Beru from nearly severely wounding Hae-In, and subsequently her interest in him and wanting to join his guild because of that. However when he had returned to the guild, he saw you fast asleep at your desk, tear tracks fresh on your face. After carrying you to the couch and draping his coat over you for warmth, he had then left it at that. The next day however you had returned his coat, siad a brief thanks and went back to work without so much of a peep. He had brushed it off but you were slowly distancing yourself from him, from barely greeting him in the mornings to declining to accompany him for any public events when just before, you would have enthusiastically agreed. He turns this new development over in his brain. Has he somehow offended you in some way? Jinwoo was sure he hadn’t. Could it have something to do with someone else then? Following this line of thought, he approaches your desk, and casually starts up a conversation with you. As you carefully reply to his well-meaning questions, he brings up Cha Hae-In. Jinwoo’s eyes narrow as he spots you growing stiff and as you turn away with a slight shake in your shoulders. This however had contradicted your words of encouraging him to spend more time with her as if you were wanting them to become something more than friends despite your behaviour stating the opposite. Sigh. Had he not made it obvious? He clearly has someone in mind already. You.  He stares at where his palm was once resting on your shoulder. You were warm. He smiles as he thinks back to your bewildered face, all scrunched up. He remembers when Jinho had introduced him to you as the possible third member of their guild. You had the demeanor of an observer  who was not quite here. As the days pass with him working alongside you, he always thinks about your deep gaze, how you seemed to always know something even if he didn't and now you were wanting him to be with someone that isn’t you? You had caught his eye, and Jinwoo couldn’t possibly let you pass him by. You, his lovely one.

Shall he show you a shadow monarch loves?

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a/n: I tried. pt2?

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₊‧.°.⋆✮⋆.°.‧₊ serenity/seren. she/her late teens ₊‧.°.⋆✮⋆.°.‧₊

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ “don’t look for me I’m just a story you’ve been told.” *ੈ✩‧₊˚

1.writing about my delusions

2. All works will be sfw and spontaneous. ૮ • ﻌ - ა

3. Will develop slowly ✮⃛( ◞´•௰•`)✮⃛

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This scene from dragon maid but with Malleus x Yuu