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Y/n breathes in a sigh and stands up from her seat, which she was seated in front of Heeseung since no one came in, and because of the door being locked up tight, she presses her lips together, making a line and forming a little smile. She then nods understandingly.

"Yeah, I remember seeing his face full of bruises and blood placed on every corner of his face." She looks down at her apron, playing with the end of it.

"And I remember that I thought he got into another fight… because he always tried to protect my mother and me, but I guess not… I remember my mum saying something about a brother, but I don't know. She always said that I had three of them and that they were the sweetest, most adorable kids she had ever raised…"

Y/n paused and then continued to play with the stripes of the apron that were around her neck. She turned her head towards Heeseung.

"One day, my mother said that my father took my three brothers with him… He never came back home… nor did my three brothers."

Her eyes met with the ground beneath them again, feeling tears forming in her eyes, threatening to fall in front of Heeseung.

"After that, I guess I began to forget about them… I forgot what they sounded like… and what they looked like… and I've never met nor seen them ever since they went with my dad… Then my mum just continued raising me until she saw me in my graduation gown, smiling and looking ever so beautiful."

Y/n smiled at the memory, remembering what her friends said that day:

"I can't believe we actually graduated." "Ahh, we look so good in graduation gowns, right, Y/n?" "This is it, we're free from high school! Ahhh!"

Heeseung took a glance at her, his brows knitting together. He then started feeling the need to protect her and tell her the truth about what truly happened to her father. He had to make a decision. He either tells her himself or lets her find out by herself.

He had made a decision.

While Y/n was talking, he interrupted her.

"Y/n, do you know what happened to your father and brothers?"

He asked her, knowing the answer to his own question.

"I don't know what happened to my father, but my brothers went missing the day after they went with my father."

Heeseung looked down at his americano, which now had melting ice in it. He then looked up again at Y/n and started speaking.

"I know what happened to your father, Y/n. Do you want to know what really happened to him?"

Y/n nodded her head, giving Heeseung a sign to continue talking.

"Well…" He stopped talking, taking in some air and letting it out to soothe himself. "He was in the mafia, which meant that his life was at risk and in danger… So, in order to live his life, he had to take some risks in order to live it."

“What?” Y/n gasped as tears filled her eyes again, she closed her eyes as she began to shake her head violently with a frown plastered on her face, “I have so many questions”.

"Y/n, listen to me… I need to continue, and then you can ask all the questions you want to ask, okay, beautiful?"

Y/n shook her head up and down as she tried to calm her breathing. Heeseung then leaned over to her as he reached his hand over to her face and wiped away her tears.

"Okay, so his life is all dangerous. He needs to protect what's his, which I assume is you and your mother—"

"But what does that have to do with my brothers suddenly disappearing? Huh? Tell me why they SUDDENLY went missing!"

Y/n suddenly burst out standing up on her feet as she hits the table with her right hand, her anger and sadness crashing into each other, with her tears forming again and streaming down her face.

Heeseung stood up immediately and made his way to her side of the table. Taking her hands in his, he wrapped her arms around himself and placed his arms around her neck, giving her the world's most love-filled hug.

The two stayed in that cuddly position as Y/n laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat while her tears fell nonstop. Meanwhile, Heeseung placed his head on hers, taking a breath in, smelling her lavender-scented hair. He smiled, but his smile faded when he felt Y/n's arms tightening their hug.

"Can you continue while we stay like this, Heeseung?"

Y/n asked, her voice cracking at the end of the sentence. She felt Heeseung’s head on hers moving up and down, meaning he would continue talking while they hugged.

"Your father took your three brothers with him to train them to be stronger and to teach how to protect you and your mother...but then one day when your father was training your brothers..they got a sudden break-in by their rival..they started shooting at your father, and your brothers tried to do something but they couldn't, so they went to the place your father told them to go to when these things happen... it was like a hideout...after all your brothers heard was silence they started to running to the place where your father was.." Heeseung paused again hesitant to tell her what happened next,   Y/n pulls out of the hug and looks up at Heeseung, puffy red eyes and a frown, "continue.... please" Her voice desperately calling for him to continue talking, he sighed as he nodded his head and started talking again.

"They...found him... on the ground...blood was everywhere and..he....gave a note to one of your brothers, then he said his final words "please protect your mother and especially your little sister Y/n"" Heeseung stared down at Y/n whilst she returned his stare.

"so my father is....dead?"

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Fate’s Crossroads

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Genre: childhood best friends au, a side of middle school best friends, best friends to lovers au, angst but fluff in the last chapter. - @lune-net

Prologue

Y/n Nicholas, and Euijoo were inseparable—two childhood friends and the boy who completed their trio in middle school. Their bond only deepened as they entered university, navigating life’s challenges together. But as time passed, something else began to grow—feelings that neither Nicholas nor Euijoo could ignore.

Both men had fallen for her, each determined to win her heart in his own way. What was once playful competition turned into an unspoken rivalry, a constant battle of who could make her laugh more, who could protect her first, who could leave the deepest mark on her heart.

Yet, Y/n harbored a secret of her own—her heart wasn’t set on just one of them. Torn between two loves, two futures, and two souls intertwined with hers, she agrees to one final test: a series of dates, where each man will have the chance to show her what life by his side would be like.

But when the moment of truth arrives, will her choice bring them closer—or tear them apart?

A story of love, friendship, and the delicate balance between the heart and fate, Fate’s Crossroads lets you decide: which path will you take?

Chapter one

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A mini series

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This will be a mini series filled with wholesome mini fics, this is all based on my opinion on what I think they’ll be <3

Genre: Fluffy fluff fluff

Warnings? Each group has their own warnings.

Pairing: Husband!idol-name x wife!reader

Pronouns used: you/your

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Our Day

Pairing: idol-Euijoo x idol-reader

Genre: Marshmallow Fluffy cause it’s a wedding day

Warnings? A little suggestive when the bride and groom text so mdni, pronouns used are (she/her)

Summary: it’s your wedding day today, your groom is Euijoo. @lune-net

The sun had risen on the 7th of September as Y/n and Euijoo's day began.

Today is their day.

Today is the day to be happy for them.

Today is the day they can finally call each other "Sweetheart" and "Honey."

Y/n's four friends surrounded her bed from both sides as they woke her up to get her ready for her big day.

"Oh Y/nnn, wake up! Today is the day you've always dreamed about," her best friend Leni said as she started shaking Y/n’s body.

"Oh, come on, Y/n! You might not have enough time to get your nails and hair done, and putting that dress on might take like an hour just to get the top part on. Come on, wake up, sleeping beauty—or should I say, soon-to-be Mrs. Byun?" cooed her other best friend, Sarah, as she grabbed a water bottle from Y/n's bedside table, sprinkled some on her hands, and flicked it over Y/n's face to wake her up properly.

Y/n's eyes slowly opened as her vision focused on her four friends surrounding her bed. She weakly smiled and rested her elbows on the soft mattress to sit up properly.

"Hey, guys. And good morning to you too, Sarah. That wasn’t very nice of you to do that, my child," Y/n said in her soft morning voice.

"Well, Mother, you didn’t wake up, so I had to use the emergency method," Sarah defended herself.

Y/n sighed and gently nodded her head, her lips pressing together as the corners curled upward into a small smile.

"Well then, what shall we do today, my bridesmaids? And maid of honor?" Y/n asked, looking at each of her friends in the room.

"First, we should get you showered, then into the main room where the hairstylist will work her magic while the nail artist does your nails. And, of course, your makeup will be done by me, because I'm the best at it. After that, Sana and I can help you with your huge dress," answered her childhood friend Dahyun.

"Let’s go then! What are we waiting for?" Y/n said excitedly as she swung her feet to the side of her bed, ready to begin her and Euijoo's special day.

Her four friends smiled at their best friend, feeling genuinely happy for her.

As the five girls made their way to Y/n’s bathroom, Sarah suddenly stopped the group, holding up her right hand to gesture for them to halt.

"Sarah… girly, can we pass, please? We want to help bathe her too," protested Leni, looking down at Sarah. She shook her head and faked a little smile.

"Nope. Only a mother can bathe her child, and last time I checked, I was her third mother. You know, her actual mother is her first, and her man's mother is her second. So, basically, I’m the third. Anyways, I’m bathing her, and you stay out of it," Sarah declared as she pushed all three of them out and shut the bathroom door.

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As the hairstylist curled Y/n's hair and styled it the way she wanted, Y/n was on her phone, texting her soon-to-be husband.

Heyy babe! Guess what?

What?

I’m getting my hair and makeup done so that I can marry you

Ohhh I can’t wait to marry youuu You know what I’m more excited for after our wedding day ends?

Wait let me guess…..sleeping at the hotel?

Nope

Umm maybe the rest we’re gonna get on our honeymoon? Cause you had like three comebacks and I had four, we need rest you know

Yeah I know But I’m excited about what’s after the wedding ;) The part where I show you how much I love you

Oh stoppp ittt don't make me blush in front of my besties, you know what they'll do when they see my red ass cheeks

Okay I’ll shut up now

The corners of her lips curled into a joyful grin.

Just as she was about to continue texting the man she'd fallen in love with, her best friends snapped her out of her little world and brought her back to reality.

"Hellooo? Earth to Y/n, are you here? Gosh, guys, I think we lost her!" shouted Sarah, waving her hands in front of Y/n's face.

"Okay, okay, gosh," Y/n said, lifting her head from her phone to look at herself in the mirror.

The hairstylist had just finished, and Y/n admired the way her hair cascaded in soft, elegant waves down her back. The front sections were pulled back and twisted into delicate braids, meeting at the crown of her head in a subtle, floral-inspired knot. Tiny, pearl-like pins were tucked into the braids, giving her hair a romantic, whimsical touch that perfectly complemented the day.

"Woah, thank you so much, Lia. My hair looks amazing," Y/n complimented, moving her head from side to side to show off her hair.

"No problem, Y/n," Lia replied with a smile, moving over to the other girls to do their hair.

"Alright, quit goofing around, Y/nie. Your wedding is in an hour, and you still need to get your makeup done—and, of course, the dress! Now come here; I’ll do your makeup, and then Sana and I will help you with the dress," Dahyun said, half complaining.

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"And… done! Look at you. It feels like just yesterday we were in your room pretending you were the bride and I was the groom. You wore your bride costume, and I was wearing my older brother’s suit, acting as your husband-to-be. Ahh, great memories," Dahyun said as she finished Y/n's makeup.

"You can look at yourself now. I allow it," Dahyun added, laughing at her little rule: Do not look at yourself unless I say so.

Y/n slowly lifted her eyes from her phone and locked eyes with her reflection in the mirror.

Her makeup was soft and glowing, highlighting her natural beauty. A subtle shimmer on her eyelids made her eyes sparkle, while the delicate winged eyeliner and wispy lashes gave her a soft, romantic gaze. Her cheeks were dusted with a light pink blush that matched her lips perfectly—glossy, but not too bold. The overall look was effortlessly elegant, making her feel like the most beautiful version of herself.

"Gotta say, this is another great masterpiece by the artist Kim Dahyun. God damn, I’m hot," Y/n exclaimed, smiling at herself in the mirror.

"And now I can join in! Come on, Y/n, we don’t have much time. The dress is waiting for you!" Sana said, grabbing Y/n's hand and pulling her toward the dressing room.

"Alright, here we go. Ahh, I can’t believe you’re getting married in a few minutes!" Dahyun exclaimed as she slipped the top half of the dress onto Y/n.

"Yeah, girl, how are you feeling?" Sana asked, helping Dahyun lace up the back of the dress.

"Honestly, I’m half excited and half nervous because this is such a huge step for us," Y/n muttered as she stepped into the bottom half of the dress.

The dress hugged her figure perfectly, a stunning blend of classic elegance and modern flair. The bodice was intricately detailed with lace, tiny beads catching the light with every movement. The skirt flowed down in layers of soft tulle, giving it a dreamy, ethereal look. The back dipped into a graceful V-shape, showing just enough skin to feel sophisticated but not too revealing. As the fabric settled around her, Y/n felt like she’d stepped straight out of a fairytale.

"Don’t worry. It’s gonna be the best day ever for everyone in that venue. Plus, I heard from a little birdie that Euijoo is just as excited and nervous as you are. So, hey, you’re both feeling the same," Dahyun commented as she and Sana finished lacing the dress.

"Hey guys, are you ready? We need to put her veil on and start that wedding," Sarah said, opening the curtain a little to talk to the three girls in the tiny room.

"Yep, she’s ready for the veil. Let’s get the finishing touches done and get you married," Sana said excitedly.

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Stepping out of the tiny room, Y/n looked in the mirror to see everything together one last time as Sarah and Leni placed the veil on her head.

Y/n gasped softly, placing her hands over her mouth, her eyes getting watery as soft laughter escaped her lips.

The others quickly came to her side, tapping her shoulders and nodding.

"Ah ha, yeah, you’re gorgeous—with and without makeup. Now let’s get you married to your future husband, Euijoo," Dahyun said, locking her arm with Y/n’s and walking her to a chair to help her with her heels.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Y/n's mother rushed into the room. Her eyes filled with tears as she smiled and approached her daughter.

"Hello, dearest. Are we ready? Your father is waiting for you," Y/n's mother said, flipping the front of the veil to cover Y/n's face. She then turned to Y/n's best friends and scolded them, "And you guys need to get out and walk with your groomsmen."

Y/n chuckled at her mother and nodded as she stood from the chair and walked to the door.

"Wish me luck, guys," Y/n said as she stepped out to meet her father.

"Hey, sweetheart. I can’t believe my little princess is getting married," her father said as she approached him.

She grinned, locking her arm with his, and they began the walk to the ceremony.

Y/n heard the music begin, signaling the start of the ceremony. She looked to her left, seeing her and Euijoo’s best friends walking side by side, all of them smiling and giving her thumbs up.

First, her soon-to-be husband, Euijoo, walked down the aisle.

Then, her bridesmaids and Euijoo's groomsmen followed.

Next, her little sister walked down the aisle, scattering flowers on the floor, meaning she’d be the last to walk down the aisle with her father, the attention solely on her.

She started walking beside her father, her breathing becoming uneven.

Her father paused, looking at her with worried eyes. "Princess, are you okay?"

"Yes, Dad, I’m okay. Just feeling a little nervous, that’s all."

"Alright then, just breathe. Everything will go as we planned," her father reassured her, and they continued walking.

The doors slid open, revealing a room filled with smiling faces. Some guests teared up at the sight of her, while others simply stood and smiled, admiring how beautiful she looked as a bride.

Euijoo shifted his gaze from his best man to his bride. He couldn’t contain the big smile that formed on his face, his eyes slightly tearing up, and his hands trembling just a bit.

"So beautiful," Euijoo mumbled under his breath as he watched his soon-to-be wife walking toward him.

Y/n felt a smile creeping onto her face as she stared back at him.

When their walk came to an end, her father took her hands and placed them in Euijoo's.

"Hi," they whispered to each other simultaneously, giggling before straightening up to face each other.

"Family and friends, we are gathered here to witness the love of these two people standing before us, to join this man and this woman in the bonds of holy matrimony. Many here have known this couple, and none can imagine two people more perfect for each other," the officiant concluded.

"You may exchange your vows now. Let’s have the bride start with hers," the officiant instructed.

Y/n nodded and turned to her right, taking the little piece of paper from Dahyun, her maid of honor. Euijoo did the same, turning to his left to take his vows from Nicholas, his best man.

Y/n unfolded the paper and began reading.

"I seriously cannot believe we’re getting married. It feels like just a few weeks ago you came up to me, all shy and cute, asking if you could take me to prom. And now, here I am in front of you, wearing a wedding dress and reading my vows. Soon, you and I will be a married couple. Mr. and Mrs. Byun will be our names after tonight. I’m truly so excited to marry you, Byun Euijoo, and I can’t wait to be your wife."

Y/n ended her vows with a smile, lifting her head from the paper to look at Euijoo.

Euijoo’s face slowly turned a light shade of red as he smiled back at her, then looked down at his vows, ready to make her blush in return.

"You know, the second my eyes landed on you, I knew I had to do something to make you mine. I knew I had to fight for you—and I did. And it was worth it. You’re worth every bruise I got the day I had to fight Jay just to get a date with you. Everything was worth it. You’re worth it. And I can’t wait to be your husband."

Y/n's cheeks flushed, just as Euijoo had expected.

Seeing her blush made Euijoo chuckle.

"Gotcha," he whispered in her ear, making her cheeks redden even more.

"May we have the rings, please?" the officiant asked, ready to marry the couple.

Sarah, Y/n's maid of honor, and Nicholas, Euijoo's best man, stepped forward with the rings.

The couple took the rings and slid them onto each other's fingers.

"Do you, Byun Euijoo, take Y/n L/n to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love, comfort, honor, and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live, till death do you part?" the officiant asked.

Euijoo smiled proudly at Y/n and said, "I do," making Y/n's smile widen even more.

"And do you, Y/n L/n, take Byun Euijoo to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love, comfort, honor, and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live, till death do you part?" the officiant continued.

Y/n’s smile couldn’t get any wider as she nodded and happily said, "I do."

"And now, by the power vested in me and the holy father, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Euijoo beamed, lifting his hands to cup Y/n's face. He looked into her eyes and leaned forward, softly pressing his lips to hers as the venue erupted in cheers.

When they parted, both faintly giggled.

After the laughter subsided, Euijoo took Y/n's hand and started running toward the exit.

As of now, they are Mr. and Mrs. Byun.

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❥ Your Hero (part 1)

pairing: Fuma x afab!reader ⚠️ Fuma is very much a yandere*, reader somewhat easy to manipulate, reader's name is just ___, no smut yet but still READ AT YOUR OWN RISK * yandere -> a character who is extremely possessive and devoted to a love interest, often to the point of violence A/N: another one co-written with @turnipfizzle! we went a bit crazy with this one asdlkfdgh 🫣 if you're not the type to not enjoy yandere characters but wanna try reading this anyway, i recommend suspending your disbelief considering the warnings listed above!! there's a good mix of reader's and Fuma's POV-type writing that i couldn't really separate into segments, but i tried to make everything read as smoothly as possible!! feedback is greatly appreciated <3

The music is pumping inside the club, the spectrum of lights flitting around the packed room giving the illusion of a good time, of a night that's alive with possibilities.

Fuma walks across the club, easily weaving through throngs of people and skirting the edges of the dance floor. Like a wolf on the prowl for its next meal, he makes his rounds. His dark eyes sweep the room, ears deaf to the thumping music. He hones in on the chatter of patrons, listening for the mention of a specific name, the sound of a certain voice.

Off to the side, he nearly misses it, the voice he's been longing to hear for the last few days when he's waited fruitlessly at this club. This is the one you go to, at least the only one he's seen you at. Always with your friends, never on your own, which is good; there's too many perverts that hang out at clubs trying to pick up chicks brave enough — or stupid enough — to come solo.

He doesn't stare at you, doesn't even glance in your group's direction. He just listens to the way your conversation moves, tracking you with his ears. You're on your way to the bar. Fuma heads in the opposite direction, flanking your group to take up his guard post at one of his several vantage points to discreetly keep his eyes on you.

Never the same spot twice in a row, never in a pattern, and never too long in one location.

He leans against the wall. Nearly a perfect line of sight to the counter of the bar and, beyond it, the dance floor. As you emerge from the crowd, he finally gets a good look, sees what you're wearing. You're just as ravishing as ever, his mouth watering at your crop top and tiny shorts. His eyes dart around, watching to see if anyone has the nerve to openly stare at your pretty legs or flash of belly.

Your group settles in at the bar, everyone ordering a drink. After you all get some alcohol in, you'll all move to the dance floor, just like always.

Fuma frowns when the bartender gives your group your drinks. You ordered a different drink, a change in the routine. He continues his scan of the area, eyes peeled for creeps and weirdos.

A surly-looking guy in a bad suit tries to hit on some poor girl on the dance floor and gets shoved away by an apparent boyfriend.

Biting his nails, Fuma watches as your group gets up to dance, leaving you alone at the bar.

Another change in routine.

He shifts his attention back to the suspicious man. The man looks around, gaze stopping when it lands on you. Fuma narrows his eyes, heart thumping with the beat of the loud music, when the man starts walking towards the bar.

You already weren't in the best mood today, but it seems like luck decided to against you today too.

A man slips into the seat beside you, ordering himself a sex on the beach that almost has you outwardly gagging at the not-at-all-discreet attempt to pique your interest.

A distance away and unbeknownst to you, Fuma's body bristles, watching the man like a hawk, at the way he glances at you when he orders his drink.

You manage to keep a straight face though, pretending as if you didn't hear him, continuing with taking sips of your drink as you stare off elsewhere, hoping he takes the hint.

But again, no luck.

The man turns to face you as soon as he gets his drink, tapping your arm — at the bare skin at the edge of your shirt sleeve — after he takes a sip.

"You alone, miss?"

God, his voice is greasy as hell on top of his shady-looking getup.

"No," you say bluntly, moving away from him. You usually don't absolutely hate being approached, but that was only because you were hardly ever alone here and your friends could always back you up. Right now though, they were busy on the dance floor.

You don't really want to dance, but you'd rather do that than stay here a second longer with this greaseball. You click your tongue at losing the chance to finish your drink and order another one because of this guy, hopping off your seat.

The man refuses believe he's struck out again.

"Hey, leaving so soon? I just want to talk," he says, hand wrapping around your wrist. The contact immediately makes you recoil.

When you take your eyes off of him in search of help, his hand darts out and hovers over your drink, obviously dropping something into it.

This must have been the chance he was waiting for. Fuma feels his teeth clench, enraged.

Pulling your arm back from his grasp, you hiss. "I'm not interested."

The man is quick though. He grabs your arm again after you manage to pull it away, his face darkening, your stomach dropping at the look he was giving you. He still manages a smile, but there's clearly a dark look in his eyes. The look terrifies you.

The man's fingers wraps around your wrist and Fuma has to resist the urge to run over and punch him, beat him to a pulp on the floor of this club for daring to even breathe the same air as you. Blood rushing in his ears, he pushes himself off the wall and furiously marches over to the bar, hands flexing into fists, fingernails digging so hard into his palms they're sure to leave marks.

Fuma has never spoken to you, only watched you from a distance, occasionally getting close enough to give a death glare to anyone who tries to talk to you on the dance floor. He knows your name — ___ — but he has never introduced himself. This is the first time he’s needed to directly confront someone in all his time of watching you.

"You're making me look bad. I only came to you 'cuz you looked lonely," he says with a chuckle, the sound utterly humorless, sending a chill up your spine.

You don't reply, your eyes busy looking for your friends on the dance floor, a scream building in your throat.

Approaching the man from behind, Fuma claps a hand on the creep's shoulder hard.

"The lady's with me, so just leave her the fuck alone and stop trying to put shit in people's drinks," he says, venom in his voice.

The man finally releases your arm as this other man moves to his front, his hand still clasped onto his shoulder, all but pushing him back into his seat.

You listen to this grey-haired man speak, his voice low in pitch and menacing in tone. At first, you're frightened that he's also trying to get to you when he claims to be someone you know, but then he mentions something about the other man putting something in your drink, making your eyes widen in terror as you turn your head to your unfinished chocolate martini.

When the first man looks like he's about to deny the accusation, Fuma holds up your martini.

"If you're sure you didn't put something in here, then drink it."

You study the glass, thoughts running a mile a minute. It looks normal even as the grey-haired male lifts it up, but the way your harasser's face pales at the challenge screams otherwise.

His already pale face pales further when he realizes there's no escape, not with the iron grip on his shoulder, taking the glass held up before him before dropping it onto the floor in a desperate attempt to avoid drinking from it, a terrified look in his eyes as he stutters and tries to run away.

"If you so much as look at her again, I'll make sure that's the last thing you ever see."

He releases his grip, letting him fall to the floor beside the glass, stumbling to escape the club with all limbs and senses intact. That grip is sure to leave a bruise on his shoulder. It's not nearly enough of what that fucking pervert deserves, but any more and Fuma wouldn't be allowed back. He doesn't care for that as much as he does the fact that he can't possibly protect you if he's not here.

The grey-haired male tries his best to give a reassuring, apologetic smile.

"Sorry I told him that you're here with me. I didn't think he'd get the message to back off unless you were taken."

Your heart is still beating out of your chest, but you could feel yourself slowly calming down now that the first male was gone. This man's calm smile helps as well.

He rubs the back of his neck and looks down, peeking up at you. Your legs are right before him, mostly bare save for the shorts, and looking soft. He tries to not stare at your bare legs, tries not to imagine how they would feel under his hands, to caress and massage the skin that's unfairly close to him, but still out of reach.

Your hair is in a messy bun and he feels an incredible urge to touch it, to style it himself. He's never styled someone else's hair before, certainly not a woman's, but he could learn. He could learn to style your hair and braid it and put it in neat little updos.

For her, I'll do anything.

His reverie takes just a moment and he's back to focusing on you in front of him. "I'm Fuma, by the way. Sorry if I scared you."

You stand properly, feeling some pain on your back, shaking your head in response to his apology.

"No, it's okay," you say as you let your hair loose to let your scalp breathe better, feeling sticky from the terror that had settled in just minutes earlier. You try to fix your shirt, pulling that down and taking out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from your forehead before offering him a small smile and bowing your head slightly in gratitude. "I'm ___. Thank you for your help, Fuma... I'm scared to think of what would've happened if you hadn't intervened."

As you introduce yourself, he doesn't tell you that he already knows your name, has been watching you for weeks, maybe months by now, just out of sight, but always there. Your voice saying words that are directed at him captivate him. He listens intently to every word, memorizing the way your voice sounds when it's not competing as much with the din of the club.

He chuckles, the sound low in his throat, but loud enough to be heard over the music.

"It's no problem. I'm glad I was here to keep you safe from that creep. These clubs are dangerous; you never know what kinds of perverts are lurking around here."

Fuma is much taller than you, so you have to tilt your head up to look at him. His voice is rather low in pitch, something that would normally be difficult for you to hear especially with music blaring as loudly as it is in this club right now. However, for some reason, you have no trouble hearing his words, picking up even the soft chuckle he lets out with no issue. You briefly wonder what he does for a living and if it involves his voice, considering how he seems very good at projecting it.

"Yeah... I'm usually never alone like this. My friends are on the dance floor, but I wasn't in the mood to dance today."

Standing next to each other, Fuma sees how much shorter you are than him. You're wearing flats instead of heels tonight as well, adding to the height difference. Fuma smiles to himself. Heels are too dangerous. Can't run away easily if there's trouble. And guys always stare at your legs and ass when you wear them. You don't need to be taller anyway. You're the perfect height like this, small and delicate-looking, just right for him to protect.

"I see." Then Fuma's brows knit together, eyes darting down at your wrist, trying to see if any marks were left on your lovely skin. "He grabbed your arm pretty hard. Did he hurt you?"

You check your wrist and arm, pressing fingers against them to see if you can feel any bruising, and shake your head slightly.

"He did, but they don't feel like they'll bruise... Not yet, at least. The seat did press against my back a little too hard when he pulled me though."

While he's relieved to hear that your arms aren't hurt, his body tenses when you mention that your back hit the chair.

That jerk did hurt you. Fuma has a sudden urge to punch something, angry at himself. He let that fucker go without as much as a broken finger.

Meanwhile, you purse your lips slightly, feeling annoyed. You already had troubles with your posture considering you work at a desk for hours.

Great. This definitely isn't going to help make my shifts easier...

You sigh softly, looking up at Fuma once again and giving him a little smile. "I should probably head home and get that treated before it starts hurting more, huh?"

You look at him and smile, and Fuma's frustration dissipates just as quickly as it came on. Your actions, no matter how small, affect him more than he would have thought possible. A mere glance from you simultaneously calms him down and sets his heart racing. He's never felt like this before about anyone, so torn between emotions.

He was content before just watching you from a distance, guarding you to the best of his ability from any potential dangers. But now that he's talked to you and you've responded and smiled and been so nice and sweet, he can't possibly let you be alone. There's too many threats out there, you're not safe if he's not by your side.

He returns your smile, but with concern.

"That guy might still be around outside somewhere, waiting for you. I'd feel a lot better if I walked you home. That is... if you trust me."

The guy who had tried to roofie you earlier seemed to be scared shitless when he ran away, so you hadn't considered the possibility of him possibly trying to get to you again until Fuma mentioned it, tensing at the thought of having to deal with that man again. Goosebumps form on your arms and you shudder, grimacing at the thought of even laying your eyes on him again after he had tried to drug you, rubbing your arms at the chill that ran through your body.

"I do trust you. You did save me from him after all," you say after collecting yourself, once again giving the grey-haired male a smile. "I never want to deal with that guy again, and that whole ordeal was terrifying... I'd definitely appreciate your company on the walk home."

Fuma finds himself smiling back, his a shade darker than yours.

You should trust me. I'm the one that saved you.

He turns to start walking you to the door, but stops when he sees you getting the attention of someone on the dance floor.

Oh yeah. Her friends are here.

Fuma frowns as your friends come into view. If they hadn't left you alone to go dancing for their own pleasure despite your clear disinterest in dancing, if just one of your "friends" had stayed behind, you wouldn't have been in danger.

He also wouldn't be here talking to you, about to walk you home, be close enough to you to smell your sweet perfume, but that doesn't matter. It shouldn't have happened. He would have never let you out of his sight. He actually cares about your wellbeing.

You tell them you're going home, not really wanting to share what happened, but when the two notice Fuma, you have no choice but to give them a summary of what happened so that they don't get the wrong idea.

He studies them with scrutiny. Neither of them would be any good in a fight, any sort of physical confrontation. They wouldn't have been able to pull that guy off of you like he did. Ever since he started watching you, Fuma has been doubling down on going to the gym, working on becoming more muscular to better protect you, should anything happen.

Tonight was proof that all his hard work paid off.

As you talk to your friends, Fuma shifts a bit closer to you, watching them from over your shoulder.

While concern does shadow their features, you assure them that you're fine since Fuma helped you escape from that whole situation and that he has offered to walk you home.

Once done, you turn away from your friends and face him.

"Okay, let's go." They still look worried, but decide to go back to the dance floor. "I just didn't want them to worry that I was kidnapped or something. Sorry for making you wait."

Finally having you all to himself again, he shakes his head, waving off your apology.

"It's fine, I understand. Of course you wouldn't want them to worry. But as long as I'm right here beside you" — he puts his arm around your shoulder protectively — "there's no reason to be scared."

You're caught off guard when the man wraps his arm around your shoulder. You glance up at his face when he leads you toward the door, but there's no a hint of anything except a protective awareness of your surroundings on his features, so you don't think anything of it but him wanting to make sure you're safe, a smile forming on your lips as you nod in agreement to his words.

The cool night air fills your lungs once they step outside and you are alert, eyes darting around just like Fuma's do. No sign of the pervert from earlier. He doesn't move his arm from around you, but he does let you take the lead in navigating them to your house.

"I don't see him anywhere out here. Must have run home with his tail between his legs."

You let out a sigh, clearly relaxing a little more under his arm.

"Thank god," you breathe in relief, one hand moving up to your chest as you take in deeper breaths while turning to the direction of your place only a few blocks away.

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Walking along the sidewalk under the glow of the streetlights with you safely under his arm, Fuma couldn't have been more pleased with how the evening was turning out.

You nearly got drugged and that still infuriates him, but now you're with him and he can feel your body heat and listen to you talk and know that it's because of his action and quick thinking that you're beside him and weren't taken away to some lowlife's bed.

You'll be able to go to sleep tonight in your own bed.

Fuma imagines you sleeping, all snuggled cozy in your bed, shirt riding up from gently shifting around from whatever dreams you might be having.

Or maybe you wear a nightgown to bed, one that gets bunched up around your supple thighs whenever you move, revealing your panties... or even no panties at all.

Fuma swallows and takes a deep breath, bringing himself back to the present. He shouldn't be thinking those kinds of inappropriate thoughts, not with you so close. He's not a pervert. You don't deserve that.

At the same time, while deep in your own thoughts, a look of worry begins to form on your features.

"I just hope what happened to me doesn't happen to some other poor woman..." You sigh, but then look up at Fuma with a smile, nudging him slightly. "I hope they have someone like you as a friend or something. Otherwise, I'd feel pretty bad if someone else ended up taking my place."

But he doesn't get it. You're safe. What do other people matter?

"I'm sure they'll be fine. That guy probably won't have the balls to try that again anyway."

You take in every word, your mind processing the range of emotions Fuma is expressing, the way he seemed to care about you perhaps a little too much. Red flags raise in the back of your mind, but you quickly chastise yourself for being scared.

This man literally saved you from getting drugged and kidnapped and who knows what else, and this is how you thank him? By allowing your mind to turn him into some sort of creep?

Hearing you talk about other people, strangers you've never met, worrying about their fate, sends a sharp pain to his chest, stabbing him. He feels his jaw clench, arm tightening around your shoulder. Fuma pulls you in closer and lowers his voice so only you can hear.

"Right now, I'm just glad that you're okay. I don't know what I would have done if something happened to you in front of me. If you would have drank that and he carried you off to his bed, taken advantage of you..."

His words trail off, feeling his blood run hot at the mere thought of what could have happened.

No, ___ is fine, she's right here and she's alive and healthy.

Fuma takes another deep breath, relishing in the sweet scent of you, and feels the tension releasing. He turns to smile at you, overly sweet.

"But we don't need to talk about that anymore. You'll never have to worry about that as long as I'm with you. I'll protect you."

At his audibly long, deep breath, your attention shifts up to him and you're met with his smile. This is the biggest one he's given you so far, his assurances of keeping you safe and protecting you once again setting off alarms in your head, but you shut them up faster this time and nods.

"Thank you, Fuma. You have no idea how grateful I am that you were there."

Despite his mind wandering and emotions going haywire —contrasting feelings of the upsetting thoughts of the man from earlier and the effect of you in his proximity setting his heart racing — Fuma makes a mental note as they walk of where in town he is.

He's never seen where you live, not so much as watched to see which direction you go when you leave the club. His watching you always ceased at the doorway. It was never a rule, simply an act of courtesy.

He's wondered, of course, but you deserve your privacy and you could have refused to allow Fuma to walk you home, but you didn't. You're smart and saw the danger that you were in, that Fuma brought to your attention. And now it's Fuma's incredible fortune that he's being shown where you live by none other but you yourself.

They turn a corner and arrive at the small house you purchased a couple years ago, quaint in size. The exterior is a pale blue in color, grey in the current light, like Fuma's hair but with a blue tinge to it.

"We're here."

Fuma lets go of your shoulder, but stands behind you as you take out your keys. He takes note once again of where your house sits amongst all the others on the street.

This part of town is relatively well-lit, appearing quite safe, but maybe tomorrow he should look around, get a sense of what kind of people live in the area, who your neighbors are. It wouldn't do to have you living next to unsavory sorts of people after all.

For now, he just wants to make sure you get inside all right, turn the lights on, and lock the door behind yourself. He'll probably stick around — just down the street — until your lights go off again, signaling that you're safely in bed.

As you unlock the door, words fall past your lips despite the alarm bells that again start ringing in your head at what you're about to say.

"Do you want to come in for a drink? I have a few types of tea you can choose from, or maybe just water." You pause, not wanting to sound weird for randomly inviting him inside. "I have to thank you somehow. Is that okay?"

Fuma was ready to say good night and end this miraculous interaction with you here. Instead, you surprise him by asking him in — into the place where you live, where all your stuff is, where you change clothes and shower and sleep. He's now been offered a chance to step into your space and see how you decorate and let the scent of your home engulf him.

He tries to contain his excitement.

part 2 is likely going to be much longer (can't say for sure until i'm actually editing it lol), but regardless i'll have it up as soon as i can!! and to set expectations, part 2 will be a continuation, and it will have smut... a shit ton of it tbh, and it'll be filthy 👀

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002

Y/n then turns around, seeing the man was about to get up from his table to leave. Heeseung gives Y/n one head bop and a smile, making his way to her. He leans his body to match her height, his hands laying on his knees, and whispers in her ear, “Okay sweetheart, I need you to tell the man something…” Heeseung proceeds to whisper in Y/n’s ear, telling her what to do.

“Umm e- excuse me, sir, you didn’t pay for your black iced americano… And umm c- can you go to the back of the café p- please, over there?” Y/n stuttered, pointing to the back of the café, which led to the café’s kitchen. She then looked down, grinning, imitating what Heeseung told her to do.

The man hesitated. He looked at her, seeing a blush run through her face, covering her round cheeks and nose. Seeing that he had gotten convinced, he nodded and made his way to the back, thinking things might work in his favor.

Heeseung looked at Y/n and smiled. He took her hands in his and whispered, “You’re doing amazing, beautiful. Now all you have to do is what I told you, okay?” He pressed his lips together, making a line with his pink lips before curving them into a small smile, nodding his head and letting go of her hands to let her do what he had instructed earlier.

Y/n walked through the door behind the counter, leading to the kitchen. She saw the man standing there, waiting for her. She made her way to him, sensing that Heeseung was right behind her. She turned her head, making sure he was there. He saw her nervous and concerned face, so he walked to her, telling her that it was going to be fine. She nodded her head and turned back to face the man.

She walked toward him with little steps, afraid she might do something wrong and ruin Heeseung’s plan.

She arrived in front of the man, looking up at him, feeling as tiny as ever, with sparkling big round eyes, looking like she was desperate for him. I’m going to end you, son of a bitc- Her thoughts were interrupted by one little gunshot.

The man’s body fell to the ground, making Y/n move to the side before it all happened. Gasping at how big the man’s body was, she looked up to see Heeseung holding a gun, still pointing it at the previous spot where the man’s head had been.

Heeseung lowered his gun, turning his head toward Y/n and smiling at her. “You did it, beautiful. The plan worked—” Heeseung was interrupted by a loud sound coming from the man’s jacket. He recognized that sound. His eyes widened as he turned his head to look at Y/n’s face—closed eyes, gritted teeth, hands on her ears, preventing the loud sound from piercing them. He quickly ran to her side and covered her hands with his giant ones to muffle the sound even more for her.

The loud sound came to an end, making both of them breathe out in relief. “Umm, Heeseung, ho—” “Yeah, I know. Bodies are easy for me to hide, sweetheart. And yes, I’m in the mafia. Now shh, we don’t want people knowing that you’re friends with a mafia member, alright?”

Y/n nodded her head and followed what Heeseung told her to do.

After washing their hands of all the blood, their lives went back to normal as if nothing had happened. Y/n continued making Heeseung’s amricano and delivering his order to him.

He looked up from his phone and saw Y/n putting a tray in front of him, which contained his americano and a piece of cake. “Y/n, I didn’t order this cake.” “I know. It’s just a thank-you cake for saving me from that disgusting man. And it’s the least I can do,” Y/n said, nodding her head and smiling brightly.

Heeseung chuckled and nodded his head. “You’re welcome. Anytime, Y/n. It’s something I’m supposed to do—protecting what needs to be protected.” He pointed at her, making her blush.

“I didn’t catch your last name, Y/n. Can you tell me? Before I turn it into Lee?” Heeseung chuckled, his flirty self making Y/n blush even harder. “My last name is Choi. I’m Choi Y/n.” “Wait, Choi Y/n? As in the daughter of Choi Jisung?” “Umm, yeah? How did you know? My father was never there for my mother and me when I was young. Is he that well-known?” Y/n asked, confusion written all over her face.

“Well, yeah, but no. Our boss was with your dad. They worked together, and my dad was their mafia boss.” “Wait, so my dad was a mafia member? That’s why he came home late with bruises all over his face?” Y/n asked, hoping Heeseung would shake his head and deny it—

only to receive a nod from him.

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lifehack for fic readers who don't know what to comment on fics -- if you just like copy-paste like... 2 lines that u liked in the fic u just read and comment that with the simple prequel of like "i rly liked these lines" ???? brother.

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001

The sun shines through her apartment room window, as y/n's eyes flutter open with the sound of her alarm beeping at her ears. she sits up from her comfortable bed, swinging her legs to the side of her bed and on the floor beneath her bed as she quiets her alarm for the purpose of not waking her next door neighbors up. As the apartment building's walls weren't so thick.

'6 AM'

She tells herself "I should probably get ready for work, I shouldn't be late today. For as today is a pretty big day y/n, Jay’s finally coming over after convincing him to get a break from his so called {boss}"

She smiles to herself and gives herself some motivation " y/n today's the day to win. no losing. no one's losing today. today's your day y/n and no one's gonna change that except that manager of yours, she's a little bit of a meanie".

Y/n stands up from the position she was in and makes her way to the bathroom, washing up, taking a refreshing shower and dressing up for the day "well miss y/n, today's gonna be hard, but hey maybe it can score you a boyfriend" she said as she slipped into her uniform.

She the gave herself a wink, smiling as she glanced at the mirror. seeing her pretty pastel blue uniform dress which hugged the upper part of her body perfectly.

"Should I wear the jacket with it too?" she asks herself as she looks at the mirror, wonder written all over her face as she checks the weather for any signs of coldness "well the weather looks hot today.. so no jackets today missy"

She grabs her bag and makes her way to the door, exiting through it but before she hurries to the elevators, she makes sure to lock her door, as she stood in front of the elevators she presses the down button and waiting for the elevator to arrive "come on I don't have much timeee" she starts taping her right foot as she slowly starts to get anxious.

After a few seconds went by, the ding she has been waiting for finally gets heard by her as she squeals with excitement. She makes her way in and presses the G button. As the elevator doors closed, it began to slowly go down the building's levels. When it got closer to the G level it stopped at the 2nd one, "okay this is a bit weird, because it doesn't do that when I'm on my working shifts. Hmm it must be someone new here"

The doors of the elevator open revealing a tall handsome man wearing a black shirt under a black leather jacket, he walks in and presses the P button and then the CLOSE button , the man crosses his arms as a sign of impatience.

Y/n looks up at the man and they make eye contact as she sees his orbs getting darker by the second, she quickly shifts her gaze to the opposite direction "okay y/n this guy's horrifying but why is he so attractive?? like look at his eyes, so dark, and his lips so pink and plumped, and his hair so fluffy I can play with it all day long. Wait y/n, you just saw this guy and you're taking a liking to him? wake up missy you have work to do in thirty minutes so don't get too distracted- " she stops as she sees the man staring back at her , she widens her eyes as she could've sworn she saw his lips curl into a little smile before he went back to having a cold expression again.

As y/n was about to apologize the elevator doors opened to her desired floor, she looks at the man and smiles at him as a sign of kindness only to get a cold nod back from the unknown man. She walks out of the lift and takes a deep breath as she walks out of the building making her way to the bus stop.

Taking in the fresh air of the morning she stands next to the bus' stop sign, she pulls out her phone and starts texting her best friend Jay.

Hii Jay, where are you rn???? I’m about to get on the bus.

Sorry Y/n, can’t text rn, I’m doing some extra work my boss just told me to do.

Alright, but you’re coming to the café after right?

Oh… idk Y/n, as you can see, boss has been giving us so much work lately. Oh shoot, gtg Y/n. Boss just gave us more work, yaay so much fun…

Yeah me too, the bus just arrived see you tonight,,

See you tonight Y/niee,,

She shuts her phone as she steps in the bus, she looks at the isles filed with chatting people. A couple about to go on holiday, a mother holding her baby tight in her arms, afraid of the world taking him away from her,  a man who looks to be around 30 sitting in silence staring and absorbing y/n as she walks to the seat in the front and sits there as she looks at the people on the bus, a group of children and a teacher.

"Looks like these children are about to go on a school trip... reminds me of when jay and I would go together on those.. and then getting lost every time" she giggles as she remembers the memories of her and her best friend getting lost in the zoo and having staring contests with the chameleons until their eyes get all watery.

She pulls her earbods from her bag and plugs them in, putting "HAPPY BY  PHARRELL WILLIAMS" her favorite song, and starts to dance a little to it, she nods her head to the rhythm with her lips curled up in a tiny smile.

She starts to feel like she's being watched as she lowers down the volume of her song, she turns her head seeing that no one was watching her... until her eyes met with the man who was staring at her earlier. She smiles at him hoping he's not thinking about doing anything bad to her, receiving a lip lick from him and a deeper stare into her eyes.

"Please god hear my prayers, pleaseee. Why is the cafe so far away" as she was watching the man getting up from his seat and walking to hers the bus comes to a stop and the driver yells out "Café Zapangi"

"MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED" she thinks to herself as she stands up from her seat and takes her bag with her rushing to the café to unlock it's front doors and to flip the "CLOSED" sign so that the "OPEN" sign is visible.

She puts on her apron over her blue dress as she looks out the window to see the man walking in the café and sitting on one of the available tables, y/n takes a deep breathe before making her way to the man with her notepad ready to take his order.

"Hello sir, what can I get you?" the man looked at her with hunger-filled eyes as she tried to smile to hide her fearsome eyes, afraid of what he's thinking of. The man cleared his throat which made y/n flinch at his action.

"I'd like to have a black iced americano with a chocolate cake"

Y/n smiles as she wrote down his order. "Coming right up sir" she says as she makes her way behind the cafe's counter to make his coffee "Okay y/n, didn't think that man was not gonna be inappropriate, and that's a good thing" as she made his order another customer enters the cafe, she lifts her head up from putting the coffee cup filled with caffeine on the tray alongside the chocolate cake, seeing another man rushing to the counter, but he was tall and handsome.

"Hi miss I need you to make this order I need to be somewhere in a few minutes" the man asks with a hint of nervousness in his voice "Oh umm.. yeah okay what would you like?" "Can I get an americano please? And can you make it quick??" "o- okay umm what's your name? so I can call it out when I finish making it?" "You can put Heeseung on there or Seungie if you want" the man who y/n assumed to be called Heeseung smiled at her as she nodded her head while she rushes to make his coffee but then she realizes that the previous man was still waiting for his order to arrive, she quickly takes the previous man's order to deliver it to him as he looked a bit angry with the delay.

Y/n puts the tray that contains the man's order on his table but before she went to the counter to make Heeseung’s coffee she felt the stinging pain on her butt, she stood there, shocked. She turns around seeing the man smirking and sipping his coffee, y/n only presses her lips together that a line gets formed and made her way behind the counter to continue making Heeseung’s coffee.

Heseung stands up from his table as he has watched the scene unfold and makes his way to y/n, "what's your name beautiful? " "u- um y/n, why?" Heeseung chuckles as he takes her hands in his and looks at her in the eyes "I need you to close those curtains and then that door right there okay y/n? " he says as he points to the entry door.

Y/n looks back at Heeseung feeling her cheeks heating up as she sees him bop his head towards the door "Go ahead sweetheart do it for me and don't forget to lock the door too", y/n just nods and makes her way to the door,  locking it after closing the curtains. 

Little did the two know that the man is a mafia boss and he has already told his gang about y/n.

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A Mafia’s Weakness: The Series

Y/n’s mornings are usually predictable—an alarm at dawn, a rushed commute, and a long shift at the café where she daydreams about a life beyond her humdrum routine. Today, however, is different. Her best friend Jay has promised to visit, giving her something to look forward to. But everything shifts when she meets him.

A towering man with dark eyes and a leather jacket, he’s as cold as he is mesmerizing. Their first encounter in the elevator leaves her heart racing and her mind swimming with questions.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, this man isn’t just a stranger. He’s part of a powerful mafia, a world as dangerous as it is alluring. Though he keeps his distance, his presence pulls her in, leaving her torn between fear and fascination. As her soft heart begins to crack his icy exterior, she learns that love isn’t as simple as she once thought—especially when it comes with secrets that could shatter her world.

In a tale of forbidden romance and hidden danger, Y/n must decide: can she survive loving someone whose life is built on lies, or will she lose herself in the process?

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[everythingxh]

The Pantheon: A Series

an enhypen gods au x reader [afab] collection

Six gods, all carrying the world upon their shoulders, powers unimaginable to mere mortals. And yet they fall, one by one, in love with nothing more than the most devout, the most holy, the most pure hearted of all their followers. One by one these gods fall, unable to stop themselves, drawn to the mortals that call out to them, that beckon them to their sides. And one by one, these gods wait, knowing that every exchange, every mortal brought to the heavens, it tips the balance. How long can they wait before their hands are forced to make a choice to balance the scales once more?

warning: god au, religious imagery, religious themes, greek mythology inspired; explicit sexual content (ot6 only), god fucking, vaginal sex, *unprotected sex (please be sure to read every part for a more complete list of warnings!)

PART 1: Justice & Mercy [jay park x virgin!reader] PART 2: Merriment & the Arts [jake sim x artist!reader] PART 3: Disaster & Safe Passage [park sunghoon x traveler!reader] PART 4: Healing & Benevolence [kim sunoo x reader] PART 5: Protection & the Hunt [nishimura riki x hunter!reader] PART 6: Seas & Storms [yang jungwon x reader] PART 7: Tragedy & Balance [lee heeseung x muse!reader]

"You'll become a Goddess yet..."

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[everythingxh]

i feel like every writer on this site has said this, but please, for the love of god, leave a comment on the things you read. please, i beg of you. it's so important to us. if you're too shy to leave a comment, send in an anonymous ask, drop by our dm's, just let us know somehow.

a couple of days ago i posted a fic and it has reached 400 notes, which to me is not a small number at all, but the only two comments were made by my friends, supporting me. so people will often feel left out of those writers' groups, but that's because our writer friends are the only people who will give us any sort of feedback.

for almost two weeks straight, every single day, i posted a request. most of them were made anonymously and while i had fun writing them only one person claimed their request. that's mostly why i have given up on requests, i never got feedback from the person who wanted to read that. i don't need only praises, hell if someone said "it was my requested and that was not what i wanted" i would have written it again.

so please, if you read something you like, let the author know somehow. if you don't do reblogs because it ruins your blog aesthetic, at least leave a comment, if you're going to reblog add a couple of tags.

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since it's the last day of the day of 2023, i thought i could let go of some frustrations of mine