#bayan x reader

[gromwife]

Relationship HCs pt. I - Aurel's Faves

First post!!! Just getting this out rq because I'm particularly inspired. Short n' sweet, possibly ooc-

Gromsko

Yeah y'all saw this one coming

Either an introvert's worst nightmare or just the person you'd need to balance out those behaviors. Still, you're coming out of that shell even if he has to drag you out.

If you're an extrovert? You'll likely just feed off each other's energies.

Your number one cheerleader - and he's loud about it. Getting this man to shut up about you or not show you off is like arguing with a brick wall (unless it genuinely makes you uncomfortable, but sometimes he still can't help himself-)

I feel like he's definitely the type to give surprise hugs too. It's hard to sneak around with his stature but it sure is jarring when you're on solid ground one moment and the next you're being scooped up multiple feet in the air with an all-too-familiar laugh booming behind you.

For how aloof he seems Sobie is very observant. He picks up on even the smallest things. Most times he won't press the issue if he believes something's wrong, instead giving a gentle reminder that he's there if you do need to talk about anything, but there is one instance where he' won't take any'd act immediately.

Physical injuries, no matter how small, are something he doesn't fuck around with. I'll probably write a separate blurb or fic about this later but with all that medical training he's absolutely going to put it to use.

Will lowkey mother-hen you no matter how much you protest.

Overall? 10/10, absolutely marriage material. (They all are, I'm just biased as hell)

Roach

Still haven't settled on whether or not he's completely mute or selective, but regardless he's not too much of a talker. Even with sign he still tends to keep it curt more often than not.

Besides, his expressions speak for him way more than he could ever convey-

His eyes get all soft whenever he sees you and it's almost like time stops for a few moments. He may as well change his callsign to 'moth' with how drawn he is to your radiance.

Easily flustered. His gear hides it for the most part but whenever he's caught without it? Oh, his face gets the prettiest shade of pink.

Has a bit of an artistic streak! If you ever manage to get a peek inside his journal you'll see little doodles amongst the entries or smaller blurbs. Some are hasty scribbles of things he might want to remember or something that just looked interesting, but others are more detailed.

Quietly affectionate. Could take or leave physical affection but likes being in the same room as you when he can. It's a lot of shared glances or simple touches, though in private he's a bit more cuddly.

Also get the idea that he loves heartfelt gestures and/or personalized gifts. He's not the type to turn anything down, but something that's tailored to him and his interest? He'd be so weak over something like that.

Bayan

Okay now we're getting kinda obscure,,,I think,,,

Right off the bat he gives the impression that he 'doesn't care about' his burn scars and the overall state of his face, but there's definitely some insecurity that bubbles up when any promise of romance finds him.

Despite this, most of the time he hates when any sort of attention is given to those areas. It feels like pity to him, either that or some superficial comfort. Unless it's an extremely rare occasion it's a definite turn-off for Bayan.

Is a little...headstrong. He's stubborn and has a short fuse, and while he tries to keep it under control with you this has led to at least a few arguments between you both.

Most times they're easy disputes to settle, either you'll both come together and talk it out or the source of the tension is forgotten and you'll both make up soon after the fact, but other times it can be a bit more difficult to patch things up.

Due to his past I get the idea that he might have issues forming close relationships - between his upbringing and how his career in the military went it seems like he's always been on his own. Self-sufficient.

When it comes to you, though? He's...uncertain on how to handle things. For once he actually cares about how his actions might affect someone else.

It may take some time, but he'll come back eventually.

Getting away from the angst, his affinity for cars as well as a lot of his experiences from previous jobs provided him with another way to blow off steam - driving. If he plans on going particularly fast he goes alone, but sometimes he'll invite you to come with him. These are the more scenic routes or have particularly breathtaking destinations.

Even if he is gruff and inexperienced, there is a bit of a romantic behind his icy demeanor.

Stiletto

Determined and no-nonsense, Salvatrice doesn't hesitate when she has her mind set on something. She treats everyday life just as she does her job.

Considering the particular missions she takes on, things relating to some very dangerous people, she's protective of you no matter how capable you may be.

She does keep your relationship under wraps, only allowing her most trusted allies to know she's seeing someone (it's even more rare for any of them to meet you, though if you're the one asking she might be persuaded), but instead of trying to hide you away completely she 100% will teach you how to defend yourself.

Hopefully it never comes to that, but at least she can rest a little easier knowing you have a fighting chance.

Is the type to be curt and no-nonsense around everyone else, but around you? It's not a complete 180 but she does soften up noticeably whenever you're with her.

This might be a surprise considering how hellbent she is on ending the drug trade, but she is incredibly sympathetic and supportive towards those struggling with addiction. Will be among the first to help/give out resources/etc. This goes doubly so for her partner no matter how messy it might get.

Is also someone who's self-conscious of her facial injury, but any special attention to it will fluster her.

Despite her tenacious and professional demeanor she loves physical affection - . It's a 50/50 on who ends up in whose lap.

Lockpick

The physical embodiment of 'you want it? you've got it'.

She's a master thief and you expect her to not spoil you? You're out of your damn mind.

Despite her dishonest ways Elodie is very family-oriented. While she's not as close with what living family she has left due to her criminal behavior it's likely she still keeps an eye on them from afar just so they don't get tangled up in any of her affairs.

She treats her relationship with you in a similar matter with a couple differences - more contact and spontaneous gifts, even some surprise visits if you're lucky.

There's been plenty of times where she lets herself in to wherever you're living or staying at the time, acting like she owns the place.

Hell, if you've been together long enough she just might own it.

Is a provider at heart, but definitely appreciates being on the receiving end once in a while. Sure, there's not a lot that you can get a woman who has just about anything she could want, but it's the thought that counts.

She'd also love for you to meet her family one day. It would be a bit of an ordeal and require a hell of a lot of trust in you, but if everything works out it would make for a pleasant evening.

[lovingwanda]

⌗ ︙ ・ Mugunghwa In The Spring ・

Empress Bayan x Fem!reader

➢ ﹒ ⊹ ₊ ˚ word count: 1,089

➢ ﹒ ⊹ ₊ ˚ post content: kissing, flirting, unrequited love, hurt / comfort, eating, wholesome, fluff, sapphic, etc.

➢ ﹒ ⊹ ₊ ˚ writer's note: I apologize in advance if I got any Korean terminology wrong, I'm not an expert on the language but this was just something I absolutely had to write for Bayan after finishing Elixir Of The Sun.

➢ ﹒ ⊹ ₊ ˚ Summary: The year is 1496 during the Joseon Era of Korea, You are a Kisaeng (government owned courtesan) that's recently been promoted to a higher rank and your talents have caught the sparkling eye of the Emperor's wife and she's more than thrilled to have your company for the day.

I do not consent to my work being reposted, stolen or translated anywhere else.

It was the beginning of spring and flowers in hues of pinks, whites and yellows were blooming all around. Her Majesty made the arrangements for your services the day before and sent three of her best palace servants to have you pampered and dressed for an evening stroll for a small picnic at Gwahae Lake.

You wore a beautiful hanbok of emerald greens and pastel pinks with a handmade and intricate gold hairpin made up of a flowery design with two dangling white pearls. It complimented the delicate blush and rose gold gloss on your face and made the brown in your eyes stand out perfectly.

Her Majesty marveled at you with a longing gaze of awe.

"I--I cannot thank you enough for your kindness, my lady!"

You stopped suddenly and lowered your head into a bow, both arms pressed tightly at your sides with your chest pounding like a drum, overwhelmed by your own body tensing up with nervousness with both eyes glued to the trail leading further out towards Gwahae Lake.

A stunned Bayan quietly stared at you with gentle eyes.

Being promoted after only eight months of being a lower ranked sampae (삼패) and jumping straight to a high ranked Ilpae (일패) has been quite the culture shock of an opportunity only a few girls your age could only ever dreamed of achieving after years of hard work.

"It's just, I never imagined I'd make it this far in such a short time."

Despite the anxiety in your body, the pounding in your chest lessened as you spoke. "Compared to the beauty and talent of the higher ranked courtesans, I'm just average." Not the most positive words but they were yours and true to how you felt.

"Y/n." Bayan cooed.

"Y-Yes, my lady?" You stammered, the nervousness wracking at you again.

Bayan placed a hand under your chin, gently lifting it for your eyes to meet hers. Her fingertips inches away from your lips, making your heart race with anticipation.

"Your beauty is something extraordinary in its own way." Bayan held both of your hands, her thumbs massaging your calloused knuckles. "And I wouldn't ever trade it for anything in the world."

From that moment forward, Her Majesty's affection for you became more and more clear and left you with so many thoughts.

The picnic that had been arranged had been placed close enough to get a wide but safe view of the lake. Sitting down against the thin cloth material as an array of sweets and sandwiches were laid out by the same three servants that dressed and washed you this morning, you just now realized that Her Majesty wasn't being accompanied by her usual guard, perhaps the Emperor's hidden assassins were keeping watch from a distance.

The two of you sat across from each other with food in between, covered by the shape of a few trees with pink and white Mugunghwa surrounding you.

A gentle breeze washed over the both of you as the conversation lengthened and the laughter began. You got to know a lot about Bayan and where she came from but there were more sensitive parts that she left vague and you got the hint not to press for anymore information.

Then she shifted the conversation to you.

"Oh, me?' You scratched the back of your head with a nervous laugh. "There's not much to say. My great grandparents were farmers and my grandmother and mother are first and second generation Kisaeng and eventually that got passed down to me."

You recall your time back home in the village. Your friends. The sights and smells from the marketplace. How your mother taught you how to bake and sew and the books you heard from your late grandmother to help you read and write since your family couldn't afford an education. Looking back at it all, it really did lessen the mistreatment from more socially high standing nobles and the harsh poverty you were so accustomed to.

"Even though the role of Kisaeng was passed down to me by the law and my mother worked hard to care for me, I always saw this sadness in her eyes whenever she smiled." There's a tightness in your chest, a melancholy feeling that almost tempts you to cry but you don't. Instead you smile through it.

Bayan's eyes softened, practically wanting to cry for you as she too understood the love of a mother doing everything to make sure her daughter was taken care of long after she's long gone. Even if it means she has to smile through the pain.

To your surprise, Bayan arms have suddenly wrapped around you, pulling you in tight. You are startled at first but steadily relax to the rhythm of your heartbeats syncing up and pulsing against one another.

"I-I hope I didn't upset you, my lady." You start stammering again. Your face becoming flushed with heat. "I--I don't usually speak about my personal life to anyone even if the ladies in my rank probably have similar stories."

"It's nothing like that, y/n," Bayan mumbled, "It's just I want you to know I understand where your coming from and a lot of what you said reminded me of my mother."

Eventually Bayan let go and the two women stared at each other for a moment. Awkward giggles and slowly eaten sweets to lighten the mood between them.

Somehow, the chocolate sweets made the moment that much sweeter, leaving a new found lightness in your chest as you played a song on the flute gifted to you from Bayan herself.

"Are you sure I can keep it? I-It's lovely but--"

"It's yours, y/n." Bayan assured, holding your hands again and curling your fingers around the instrument. "You may simply thank me by playing to heart's content." Her gaze lingered on your lips. "And please, call me Bayan from now on. There's no need for formalities between us."

Your eyes sparkles, your chest pounding with excitement. "Th-ank you, Bayan."

As you played to your heart's content through the course of your time together, Bayan plucked a nearby Mugunghwa and placed it into your hair and when the picnic was over, she just had to leave a goodbye kiss on your soft cheek as a thank you for spending the day with her.

You were a delighted but blushing mess of emotions that night that were sure to keep you awake.

[imperialsiyo]

⌗ ︙・Mugunghwa In The Spring・

Empress!Bayan x Fem!Reader

➢ ﹒ ⊹ ₊ ˚ word count: ~2,981

➢ ﹒ ⊹ ₊ ˚ post content: kissing, flirting, unrequited love, hurt/comfort, eating, wholesome, fluff, sapphic, etc.

➢ ﹒ ⊹ ₊ ˚ Summary: The year is 1496 during the Joseon Era of Korea. You are a Kisaeng (government-owned courtesan) who has recently been promoted to a higher rank. Your talent has caught the attention of the Empress, and she invites you for a peaceful afternoon picnic by Gwahae Lake.

It was a morning of renewal, the first day of spring, and the air was laced with the sweetness of blooming flowers—pink and white Mugunghwa blossoming all around the palace gardens. The distant sound of laughter from courtiers and the occasional chirping of birds made the palace seem almost serene. You could feel the warmth of the sun as it kissed the surface of your skin. Today was an important day, one you had been preparing for with trembling hands and a heart racing with anticipation.

Her Majesty, Empress Bayan, had personally requested your company for an afternoon picnic. It was not unheard of for the Empress to call upon Kisaeng, but something about this felt different. You weren’t simply a courtesan today. You were her guest.

Why me? The question lingered in your mind, casting a shadow over your excitement.

As much as you had climbed the ranks quickly in only eight months, becoming an Ilpae (일패) felt almost surreal. Many girls worked years for this status. And here you were, an enigma to yourself, invited by the Empress herself.

The palace servants had arrived earlier to dress and prepare you, bringing the finest hanbok you had ever worn—emerald green with pastel pink accents, delicate embroidery, and a handmade gold hairpin with two dangling white pearls. The intricate design left you in awe. Surely, this is far too luxurious for someone like me.

But there was no time for doubt as you were led through the palace to the Empress’s quarters, every step heavy with the weight of expectation. When you arrived at the appointed spot by Gwahae Lake, you were met by the sight of Her Majesty, sitting beneath the shade of a cherry blossom tree, the soft petals falling around her like confetti.

Bayan’s presence was radiant, her calmness commanding. She wore a serene smile as her eyes met yours, their warmth piercing through your nervous exterior. Her royal hanbok shimmered with delicate silk, shades of purple and silver, making her appear almost otherworldly.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to speak despite the knot tightening in your throat. "I—I cannot thank you enough for your kindness, my lady," you stammered, lowering your head into a deep bow, arms stiff at your sides.

The Empress paused, her eyes softening. "There is no need for such formality, Y/n," she said gently. "Please, come and sit. The day is far too beautiful for us to be weighed down by titles."

You blinked, feeling your chest tighten as she called your name. No titles? Her voice had a way of disarming your nerves, even as your heart pounded in your ears. Slowly, you raised your head and stepped forward, your hands trembling as you sat down on the cloth beside her.

"I—I'm honored, truly," you continued, your voice faltering. "I never imagined I’d make it this far in such a short time. I’m not like the other high-ranked courtesans, not as talented or skilled as them. It feels… undeserved."

There was a silence that followed your words, the kind of silence that made you want to shrink into yourself. Why did I say that? Self-doubt gnawed at you, but before you could say more, Bayan’s voice cut through the tension.

"Y/n," she said softly, her tone firm but compassionate. "Do you truly believe that?"

Your breath caught in your throat, and you found yourself unable to look away from her gaze. Her hand reached out, gently lifting your chin so your eyes could meet hers. "Your talent is what caught my eye, not your title. It is your ability to captivate those around you, whether through conversation, art, or song. You have a rare gift, one that cannot be taught. And that is why you are here."

Her fingers brushed lightly against your chin, and you could feel the warmth of her touch ripple through you. She thinks I’m talented? The disbelief mixed with a strange flutter of excitement in your chest, your breath hitching at her words. Her sincerity felt like a balm, soothing the insecurities that had plagued you all morning.

"My lady, I…" You tried to find the words, but your voice faltered, caught between gratitude and disbelief.

Bayan smiled softly, her hand moving to hold yours, her thumbs gently tracing the calloused skin of your knuckles. "Do not let doubt cloud your heart, Y/n. Talent cannot always be measured in the same way. You are extraordinary in your own right."

The sincerity in her voice stirred something deep within you, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to believe it—if only for a moment. You nodded, unable to find words, a faint smile tugging at your lips. Extraordinary… in my own way.

As the servants finished setting up the picnic, you and Bayan settled into a comfortable conversation. The lake sparkled in the afternoon sun, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves above. An array of delicacies had been laid out: sweet rice cakes, fresh fruit, and small sandwiches prepared with precision.

You glanced around, noting the lack of guards. Normally, Bayan’s personal retinue would be close by. Perhaps they were watching from the shadows, or maybe she had chosen to have some semblance of privacy for the day.

"Tell me about your life, Y/n," Bayan asked, her voice gentle but curious. "I wish to know more about the woman behind the title."

"Oh, me?" You scratched the back of your head with a nervous laugh. "There's not much to tell. My family were farmers—my grandmother and mother were Kisaeng before me, and it became my path as well." You paused, smiling softly at the memory of your home. "My mother worked so hard, always with a smile on her face, but… there was a sadness in her eyes, even when she smiled."

The words came out softer than you intended, and you felt a pang in your chest, a melancholy that you had never fully confronted. The weight of inherited duty, the life of a Kisaeng passed down from generation to generation. The tightness in your throat threatened to overwhelm you.

"I suppose we all have burdens to bear," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bayan was silent for a moment, her eyes filled with understanding. Then, without a word, she reached out and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into an embrace. You froze for a moment, startled by the sudden contact, but soon found yourself relaxing against her, your heartbeats syncing in a gentle rhythm.

"You carry so much on your shoulders, Y/n," Bayan whispered, her breath warm against your ear. "But you do not have to bear it alone."

Your eyes widened as you melted into her arms. Her embrace was comforting, like the warmth of sunlight on a cold day. She’s so close… The realization of her tenderness made your face flush with heat, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. You had not expected this level of intimacy, and it left you feeling both vulnerable and cherished.

"I hope I didn’t upset you, my lady," you stammered, your voice faltering as you pulled away slightly, though her arms remained loosely around you.

Bayan shook her head, her gaze soft and reassuring. "You did not upset me. I only wanted you to know that I understand." Her eyes held yours, and you could feel the weight of her words. "My mother was much the same."

There was a shared sorrow between you, an unspoken bond of understanding that made the moment feel heavier, yet somehow lighter. For a while, the two of you sat in silence, the sounds of nature filling the gaps where words could not.

Eventually, you smiled, the weight in your chest lifting as you reached for the flute she had gifted you earlier. "Are you sure I can keep it? It's lovely but…"

"It's yours, Y/n," Bayan said, her hand curling around yours, pressing the flute into your palm. "You may thank me by playing it to your heart’s content."

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, the warmth in her gaze sending a thrill through you. "Thank you, Bayan," you whispered, daring to use her name without a title.

As the day went on, you played a gentle melody on the flute while Bayan plucked a nearby Mugunghwa flower and placed it in your hair. The two of you lingered in each other’s presence, sharing sweets and quiet laughter until the sun began to dip below the horizon.

Before you parted ways, Bayan leaned in, her lips brushing against your cheek in a soft, lingering kiss—a farewell that left you blushing, your heart fluttering with the memory of her touch.

That night, as you lay awake, your mind raced with thoughts of the day.

You had never been this close to someone of such importance before. Her touch still lingered on your skin, a soft warmth that refused to fade even as the cool night air seeped into your room.

You replayed the kiss over and over in your mind, the gentle brush of her lips against your cheek, the way her fingers lingered in your hair as she placed the Mugunghwa there. The Empress had always carried herself with grace and dignity, but this… this was something far more personal, far more intimate.

What did it mean? you wondered, staring up at the wooden ceiling above your bed. You had been trained to entertain, to charm, but this was different. This was not the role of a courtesan—this was something deeper, something that made your heart race and your mind whirl with confusion. Was it affection? Friendship? Or something more?

Her words echoed in your mind: “You do not have to bear it alone.” There was a tenderness in the way she had spoken those words, as though she saw past your role, past the title of Kisaeng, and saw you—the real you.

You shifted in your bed, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself as a soft sigh escaped your lips. Could it be that Bayan, the Empress of the nation, truly saw you as someone more than just a performer? The idea sent shivers down your spine, both thrilling and terrifying.

The next few days passed in a blur of routine and duties. You were busy with lessons, performances, and entertaining officials, but your thoughts kept drifting back to that afternoon by the lake. Every time you closed your eyes, you could see Bayan’s smile, hear the softness of her voice, feel the warmth of her touch. It was maddening, how much you thought of her.

You tried to push the thoughts aside, reminding yourself of your place. You were a Kisaeng, trained to please, to perform. There was no room for personal attachment, especially not with someone of Bayan’s status. But no matter how hard you tried, the memory of that day lingered, wrapping itself around your heart like a vine.

Several days later, just as the cherry blossoms began to fall in full bloom, you received another invitation. The royal messenger had arrived at your quarters early in the morning, presenting you with a scroll bearing the Empress’s seal.

You unrolled it carefully, your heart pounding as you read the elegant script:

Y/n,

I find myself longing for your company once more. Join me this evening in the gardens. There is much I wish to discuss with you.

- Bayan

Your breath caught in your throat. Longing for your company… The words sent a flutter through your chest, and for a moment, you simply stood there, staring at the scroll in disbelief.

Without wasting any time, you prepared yourself, your mind a whirlwind of possibilities. What could she want to discuss? Had something changed since your last meeting? Was this a formal summons, or something more personal?

As the evening approached, you found yourself once again standing in the palace gardens, the setting sun casting a warm golden glow over the landscape. The air was filled with the soft scent of blooming flowers, and the distant sound of a waterfall trickled through the quiet.

Bayan was waiting for you under the same cherry blossom tree where you had shared your first afternoon together. She looked even more radiant in the evening light, her hair loosely pinned up, her hanbok flowing like water as she stood to greet you.

"Y/n," she called softly, her voice carrying through the air like a melody. "I’m glad you came."

You bowed deeply, trying to keep your composure. "It is always an honor to be in your presence, my lady."

Bayan smiled, her eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. "I told you before, there’s no need for formalities between us." She gestured for you to sit beside her, and once again, you felt that strange mix of excitement and nervousness as you obeyed.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence was comfortable, filled with the sounds of nature and the soft rustling of the wind through the trees. You stole a glance at her, admiring the way the evening light danced across her skin, the way her eyes sparkled with something you couldn’t quite place.

"I’ve been thinking about you, Y/n," Bayan finally said, her voice soft but firm. "Since the day by the lake."

Your heart skipped a beat. "You have, my lady?"

She nodded, turning her gaze to the horizon. "There’s something about you that draws me in. It’s not just your talent, though that is undeniable. It’s the way you carry yourself, the way you speak, the way you seem to understand the world with such depth. It’s… remarkable."

You blinked, taken aback by her words. "I… I don’t know what to say."

"You don’t need to say anything." She smiled, her eyes locking onto yours. "I just wanted you to know."

A heavy silence fell between you, and for a moment, you weren’t sure what to do. Her words sent a flurry of emotions through you—pride, confusion, fear, hope. Did she see you as more than just a performer? Was there something deeper behind her compliments?

Bayan reached out, taking your hand in hers, her fingers warm against your skin. "Y/n," she said softly, "I don’t want you to feel as though you’re only here because of duty or obligation. I invited you here because I enjoy your company. Because… I care for you."

Your breath caught in your throat. "My lady, I… I’m not sure I understand."

Her hand tightened around yours, her eyes searching yours for understanding. "I know this must be unexpected for you. And I know our positions make things… complicated. But my feelings for you are real, Y/n. You’ve stirred something in me that I haven’t felt in a long time."

You felt your heart hammering in your chest, a mixture of fear and elation swirling inside you. "I… I don’t know what to say," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Bayan smiled softly, her thumb brushing over your knuckles in a soothing gesture. "You don’t have to say anything now. I just wanted you to know how I feel. I don’t expect anything from you. I just… wanted to be honest."

For a moment, you could only sit there, stunned by her confession. The Empress of Joseon, the most powerful woman in the land, had just confessed her feelings for you. It was overwhelming, and yet… there was a part of you that had longed for this, a part of you that had felt the same way but had been too afraid to admit it, even to yourself.

Slowly, you nodded, your eyes meeting hers once more. "Thank you… for your honesty, my lady," you said quietly. "I… I’m honored by your words."

Bayan smiled, her eyes softening with relief. "Take your time, Y/n. There’s no rush. We have all the time in the world."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the gardens in a soft, golden glow, you sat there with Bayan, hand in hand, sharing a quiet moment of understanding and possibility. For the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to hope—for connection, for something more, for a future that felt uncertain but full of promise.

And as you sat beneath the cherry blossoms, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, together in the quiet beauty of the evening.

[fhrlclln]

miguel o’hara x assistant!fem! reader pt. 2

hi!! UR GIRLY JUST TOOK THE UPCAT (ISKOLAR NG BAYAN WISHING 🤞🏻✅) anyways here’s part 2 cuz i desperately needed to cool off after taking that very hard exam but anyways.

here’s part 1 of this lil dirty fic!!

nsfw under the cut

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miguel wouldn’t admit it but… it was kinda pathetic on his part he had to go so far to poke you around until you two exploded with each other. not that it wasn’t his thing for snapping at people but he did sometimes take a lot of that behavior of his on you. but he couldn’t help it, you know? do you even know how fucking hard he was controlling himself back the moment you signed up for him? how eager you were to work beside him when the spider-society was created? did you even know the nights he spends jacking off when you came around wearing that same black pencil skirt you were wearing that hugged your ass so perfectly? how the way you practically challenged him on arguments and so? how that look on your face when he towers over you made his dick go hard?

no.

so yeah, your his fault really.

“fuck…” he groans out as you gripped his hair tight between your fingers. nails scratching his scalp as you bucked your hips against his mouth, cunt rubbing on his face as he slurps, taking every juice your sweet pussy leaks out for him. only for him.

“so sweet, cariño. ‘s practically happy to see me.” he sighs out between his kisses and slurps, drowning in, giving you every bit of pleasure like he feels when you tell him or practically whine for him to give you more. he’ll give you everything really.

“miguel. please. need you more.” you huff out, it’s been a good handful of minutes since he started devouring your cunt like a starved man. man practically ripped your underwear with his fangs and hands as he threw it somewhere across the room. but you wanted him so much more, practically missed the way he was towering over you a while ago.

“what’d i say, huh?” he breaks away from your cunt, lips messy and wet as you stared down at him with teary and lustful eyes. “i’m being nice.” he kisses your thigh again, nipping it lightly as he finally stands up. your eyes shoot down to see the evident bulge on his spider suit but you knew that wasn’t the entirety of it knowing that damn suit is so damn tight on his body. not that you didn’t like the

“it’ll be even nicer if you get in me.” you cooed, a little breathless as you opened your legs wider. he lets out a little laugh as he ducks down to kiss you. you sigh happily between his lips, getting to grip his shoulders as he starts removing the buttons on your blouse.

“mhm. can’t even wait for it, huh? that desperate for cock, amor?” he grins between your lips as impatience took over him when he saw your pretty little bra concealing your breasts, he had to cut it off as purposely retract out those claws he’s hiding making you squeal at the sudden movement. the sharp snap of your bra shredded.

“miguel!“

“shut it.” he says, tossing the ruined lacy bra over his shoulder as you pouted, wriggling out of your blouse as he bends down to capture your nipple between his teeth, careful to be gentle knowing his fangs. you sigh out, caressing his tousled hair as miguel turned his attention to the other one while his hand reached to cup his crotch, groaning as he relieved the pressure a bit in the area.

“mierda. open those legs wide again, cariño.” he commands, tapping your thighs. “hurry up.”

impatient fucker. you roll your eyes, even in sex he was still taking the leadership role. “if you weren’t so keen shredding my bra off, we would be doing so much-“

“that mouth ain’t gonna shut up, huh?” he tsks as he grips your hips tight, pulling to him for your crotch to be flushed against his making you shut up.

“‘s rude interrupting me every damn sentence, you know.” you grumbled grinding down, gasping a bit when the warmth of his cock was replaced, expecting his tight suit you were gonna be grinding on. you look down, seeing the suit opened in that area, you look puzzled, knowing how advanced his suit is but you didn’t expect this? you thought the feature was mainly for his upper body, seeing countless times he was injecting himself with that drug he uses. rapture?

“that’s cool.” you tilt your head to the side, grinning seeing how flushed red his cock was. the tip angry and swelling with precum.

“and it’s rude to stare, sweetie.” he retorts from your previous complaint. he grips himself as you place kisses on his neck up to his lips, hugging him close as your feet wrapped around his tiny waist, the tip of his cock nudging between your folds. he sighs out, pushing in as he rests his forehead against yours. breaths mingled, heat tingling, the way your walls welcomed him with that searing wet warmth he dreamed of every night. fuck, he was in heaven. you gripped his shoulders hard, clawing on his muscles, he was big, too big and girthy but you couldn’t stop now.

“‘s so big, miguel.” you whined, naked breasts squishing on his hard chest, nipples hard as ever as you stared at his red beady eyes. “so big…”

“yeah, i know, but you can take it, can you? i know this sweet pussy can take it.” he whispers, kissing you softly. “be a good girl and take my cock.”

“mhmm…” you moaned as he slowly but surely pushed in further, gripping your ass tight as he slapped them both making you whine.

“so good, so fucking tight and wet. ‘s dripping.” he chuckles as you groan out when he bottoms in, crotch flushed against each other, your clit close to his abdomen.

“oh, god…” you tap his shoulders, wanting him to move but he knew you had to adjust first to his length, he didn’t wanna hurt you in anyway.

“be patient.” he whispers harshly, slapping your ass again, making you buck your hips.

“i am!”

“doesn’t look like it, amor.” your heart flutters again at the endearment. miguel smirks as he gives in, liking the way you get all so shy all of the sudden. he thrusts experimentally, feeling your walls slightly unclamp around his cock which makes him groan out when you clamp around him again. you stare down to where his cock is finally moving, it’s all a stupor now in your mushed brain as miguel grinned from above when he stills for a moment, half of his cock out, leaving you writhing for the fullness you crave.

he slams back in almost immediately, you yelp gripping tightly on his big biceps as he starts thrusting, pounding into you relentlessly now. miguel groans as he watches you helplessly gripping on him, he knew you’d tire out as he watches you with smug-ass grin when you lean backward, elbows resting on the desk, head tilting back as you closed your eyes, a chorus of moans and whimpers coming out of your lips as he fucks you good.

“good girl.” he praises as claws on your waist, biting his lip hearing those wet squelches emit inside of his lab along with your breathless voice begging him for more, to go harder. he, of course, listens as he adjusts you to tower over your leaned frame. kissing you with much tongue and teeth. his hearts pounding uncontrollably when you spit out how good he is and when you finally open your eyes and grin at him when you catch him staring at you in daze and quiet admiration.

shit. he’s got it bad.

he groans when he notices you getting a little pitchier in your moans, your legs around his waist constricted and your walls clamped around his cock tight, signaling you’re almost there. he smirks, one hand reaching down to rub that clit a few times, still pounding hard until you finally shoot up and squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck, bucking up ferociously as his cock still drove into you.

“close. ‘m close.” he pants, groaning out as you watch him in awe when fastens his pace, slamming in hard as he cums inside you. you smiled, feeling the warmth shoot inside you as miguel panted and slumped down a bit in front of you with his one hand keeping him leverage from crushing you and ruining the desk with both of your weights. a moment of silence transpires as you caress the back of his neck, kissing him lightly of whatever skin you come in contact with as miguel panted next to your ear.

“that was not supposed to happen.” he says, a little stupefied as you chuckled, rolling your eyes as you cup his cheeks for him to look at you. seeing those red eyes dilate, practically teary and puppy eyed when you peck his lips. he pulls out slowly, you two hissing together at the loss of contact as the cool air of the lab regulated your sweaty bodies.

“maybe it did have to.” you only say, a much more deeper meaning behind it as miguel went quiet, the expression on his face clear as ever, he was thinking about it. you smiled, pulling him down for a kiss in which he happily obliges.

“mierda, woman. you still not tired?” he asks between kisses in which you giggled, shaking your head causing him to growl as you widened your eyes.

“let me rest first, o’hara!”

“you started it-“

“i did not!”

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EYY PART TWO FINISHED AND LEFT IT ON A HAPPY NOTE <3 MORE MIGUEL FICS TO COME GUYS IM NOT DONE 😈

[lightning-wyvern]

ok hoe i will can u do like a not-slow not-fast burn fireplace style ending in smut with nerdy neurospicy paleontologist lulu

im not sure this ended up fireplace style it kinda feels more house fire

~ perfect specimen

luigi mangione x trans male reader | fluff, suggestive, smutty smut cw benchmark fuck (rough drunk floor sex), transmasc reader w/ fem privates, sexual language, alcohol consumption, extensive physical contact, kissing, possessive marking (biting), no pull-out, pet names, lowkey implied size kink, deliberate overuse of the word "baby," luigi very clearly has a fetish for you

wc 2,475

(open) luigi taglist @glitteryslothhhh @poohkie90 @born444u dm me to be added or removed!

conservative red voters + luigi haters do not interact; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, sexual / 21+ content ahead

"no way, dude, the osmolskae was discovered in mongolia!" you argued strongly, "they found it in china."

"no it fucking wasn't, stupid," luigi shot back, shoving your shoulder, "you're burning off my brain cells, m/n. the velociraptor osmolskae was discovered in china. the mongoliensis was from mongolia... MONGOLIENSIS... yeah?"

luigi exhaled angrily through his nose, leaning back on the palms of his hands and shooting a half-ass glare at you as he mentally tried to control the audhd urge to argue himself stupid over his special interest, dromaeosaurids.

"where am i confusing the two specimens, luigi?"

luigi sighed leavily, rubbing his fingers against his temples. he reached over to his right and picked up a large, half-empty glass bottle of benchmark bourbon whiskey and took a couple gulps of the maple syrup-colored drink. he passed you the bottle and wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his maroon sweater.

"babe, the velociraptor mongoliensis was discovered in 1923 in the djadochta formation, which is in mongolia. the velociraptor osmolskae was NAMED in 2008, after a specimen of it that was thought to be a mongoliensis specimen was given a closer look at in 2008 and was found to be a different genus of velociraptor due to differences between the specimens' skulls, hence the velociraptor osmalskae. the osmalskae was found in the bayan mandahu formation, in china."

you scrunched up your nose and eyebrows, giving your boyfriend a furious, skeptical look. you turned and snatched up your notes, quickly scanning through them until you reach the page you'd dedicated to this particular subject, and lo and behold...

luigi was right.

" velociraptor(s) ; similarities/differences essay notes

velociraptor osmalskae: found in bayan mandahu formation, inner mongolia, china velociraptor mongoliensis:

you groaned and tossed your notebook down on top of your homework, tossing yourself backward onto the cushions luigi had arranged on the floor for this little study date. you pouted, closing your eyes to hide yourself from the annoying smug look you knew was plastered all over luigi's face.

but then-

"wait-"

you sat up and looked again.

bayan mandahu formation, inner mongolia, china.

"aha!" you gloated, "you weren't right or wrong, ha! both of the different velociraptors were found in mongolia, they were just discovered in different areas of the territory."

"what?! lemme see that-" luigi scooted up next to you and looked over your shoulder at your notes on the subject.

"ha." you said simply.

"m/n, mongolia is in china."

"yeah...? and?"

"aaaaaaannnnd, you told me five minutes ago that the mongoliensis was found in the bayan formation. the osmalskae was the bayan mandahu specimen, m/n. the mongoliensis was found in the djadochta formation."

"which is where-??" you ask flatly, giving him a dirty look.

"mongolia."

"exactly."

"they were both found in mongolia."

"exactly."

luigi groaned, flopping onto his back.

"m/n, you got the formations wrong, not the fucking country."

you glared at him for about 60 seconds straight, then returned huffily to your former position on the cushions. you lay there acting like a baby for long enough that luigi soon became fed up with your behavior. he crawled silently towards you until he was directly over top of you. he slowly lay down on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his lips to yours.

you let your hands slide up luigi's waist to the small of his back, sliding underneath his shirt. luigi did the same, holding you firmly by your waist and rolling over onto his back so that you were lying on his chest. luigi slid his big, warm hands up your body underneath your shirt, which hooked on his wrists and slid up your body. he let his hands continue up your back when your shirt got stuck on his arms. he wrapped his fingers around your shoulders and squeezed gently a few times before his hands wandered back down to rest on your waist and the small of your back.

"i love your back, baby," he said quietly into your mouth, "it's so pretty... you're so pretty. you're hot, you're handsome."

you giggled, breaking the kiss and burying your face in luigi's chest.

"lu, stoppp..." you whine, a bright red blush spreading across your face when a grin plastered luigi's face that was so big that you felt it.

"never." he growled, "get naked, pretty thing, i taste like fuckin' benchmark 'n' i wanna do nasty shit to you."

you groaned hotly, rolling off his chest and sitting up. you pulled your shirt over your head a little too quickly, messing up your hair as it left contact with your body. you then undid your belt and leaned back, kicking your jeans off and reaching over and tossing them across the room, where they joined luigi's shirt that had been tossed across the room seconds before.

now clad only in your boxers, you get up and pounce on luigi, your weight forcing him to the ground. he grabbed you as your chest made contact with his, tangling his fingers into your hair. you let a horny growl out into luigi's mouth, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him onto his back on the floor. you crawled on top of him and straddled his waist, groaning and letting your head fall back onto your shoulders as luigi's big hands slid up your now completely exposed body.

"m/n." luigi grumbled, his voice low and husky.

"yeah, lu?" you asked, looking down at him.

"take your fuckin' bra an' boxers off, fumante, i said naked," luigi hissed, "y' don't gotta be shy with me, baby."

when you noticed the tone of luigi's voice, your guts twisted in the most oddly pleasant manner; you complied without complaint. you pulled your boxers off, tossing them across the room to join the rest of you and luigi's clothes. a growl escaped your throat when you felt luigi's hands squeeze your ass. he grinned, moving his hands up to your shoulders and pulling you down towards his face, until your lips made contact with his.

you moaned into luigi's mouth, kind of just... melting into his arms- and luigi could feel this happening. luigi used the short time slot you moaning had given him to slip his tongue into your mouth. his right hand tangled into your hair and he tugged at it a little, eliciting another hungry moan. luigi hugs you tight, holding you as close as he could physically have you. you moaned into his mouth again, your hands wandering up and down his body, his touch quickly overwhelming your brain with hot fog.

"m/n," luigi growled into your mouth, "roll over, yeah?"

you nodded.

"good boy. y'know what kinda position i like, yeah?"

you nodded again, your guts starting to feel hot with anticipation. you rolled off of luigi's chest, pulling luigi with you. he settled himself between your legs, immediately having to take some remarkably deep breaths in order to keep himself even remotely composed when he lays eyes on the sight you lay out for him, just as he had told you to.

and that was when he realized it:

you were completely obedient, you would do any filthy, lewd thing luigi could think of, all he had to do was ask.

the grin on luigi's face turned carnal; animalistic. he squeezed your ass again, then your waist, then moved to your thighs. he slid his hands up your thighs, squeezing and massaging them possessively. luigi turns his head and drags his tongue up from your v-line to the center of your throat, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark and grinning when he felt you squirming underneath him... just from him touching you; he hadn't even fucked you yet.

luigi stood up, firmly grabbing your waist with both hands and pulling you back with him until you were on his lap on the couch. he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you; it wasn't hot and messy this time, but it was still steamy. he pulled you close, moving his lips slowly, passionately against yours.

"luigi..." you whined quietly, shifting in his lap.

"yeah, baby?" he replied, talking against your lips. his hands moved down to squeeze your ass again.

"i-i need..." your face turned red and you trailed off, biting your lip and hiding your face in luigi's shoulder.

"what, m/n?" luigi said quietly into your ear, "need your boyfriend to touch you a little? need someone else to do it?"

you nodded feverishly, biting your lip and burrowing your face further into luigi's shoulder. luigi chuckled, grabbing your chin and gently but firmly forcing you to look at him.

"aw don't be shy, kitten, i'll take care of you." luigi smiled, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip, which made you smile too. luigi's smile turned into a grin in response to this; he couldn't help himself. he loved your eyes, your body, your smile, your laugh...

luigi loved everything about you. fuck, he loved you. luigi was in love with you, and he knew it. he really hoped you did too.

"y'wanna be on top?" he asked, pulling your face towards his and touching your foreheads together, "or should i take control tonight?"

"you take the reins tonight, i'm tired..." you pouted. luigi smiled.

"yes sir, mr. m/n mangione sir," luigi snarked. your face turned bright red and your eyes went wider than dinner plates, and luigi grinned.

"luigi, what-" you started, but luigi cut you off with his mouth. he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you over onto your back on the couch. you felt something small rear its head in you; you grinned and shoved luigi off you, both of you falling apart laughing immediately in response to the loud thud that shook the couch as luigi fell onto the floor. luigi reached up onto the couch and hit the cushions blindly, looking for your arm. you scooted into his reach and he grabbed your arm, pulling you down onto his chest.

"but luigi-" you pouted.

"but what?"

"but couch seeeex..." you whined.

"hmmm... nnnnnnnnno." luigi stated flatly, "i'd rather fuck you stupid on the floor in front of your homework."

"jeez, babe," you complain, trying not to laugh, "i'm not that nerdy!!"

"m/n," luigi slurred, the night's whiskey starting to accent his words, "m/n, yes you are. you're the biggest fucking nerd i've ever met."

"says the fucking computer major," you snapped back, "luigi, didn't you like... didn't you make a video game..."

"no, but i play video games..."

"sure, among us."

"shut up, m/n."

luigi grabbed your waist and rolled over on top of you, pinning you to the floor. his hands slid up your body, squeezing your tits and making you squirm and moan quietly. his left hand stayed where it was, while his right wandered down your body towards your core. your heart started racing, and you squirmed more underneath him, getting impatient.

you grabbed luigi's hand, moving it further downward to where you wanted it. luigi grinned, smashing his lips onto yours as he slid his middle finger into your cunt, curling them in a manner that made your eyes roll up into your skull, a fucked, needy groan crawling out of your throat. he slid in another digit, then another, wrapping his free arm around your waist from your back and pulling you closer to his legs.

"y're makin' me so hard, baby," luigi growled, touching his forehead to yours. he pulled his fingers out of your cunt without any warning, dragging another whiny noise of protest from you which was, of course, ignored. instead luigi readjusted his legs, grabbing your hips.

"scoot, m'love," he demanded, and you complied, scooting until your ass touched his knees. he lifted your lower half up by the waist, easily holding you up with one arm, and lining himself up at your entrance. he pressed his lips to yours again, but not roughly this time. he slowly pushed himself in, eating up every little whimper you gave in response to the sudden stretch. once he was fully sheathed, he lay down on top of you, once again pinning you to the floor. his hands slid down your body again, squeezing your ass and thighs before pulling your legs up around his waist. then he hugged you again, nuzzling into your neck and leaving little butterfly kisses all over your neck and jaw in an effort to calm your nerves a little.

"lu-luigi," you whined, "please..."

"what, kitten?" luigi purred into your ear, "what d'you need?"

"fuck, lu, move, please..."

luigi grinned, growling into your ear as he obliged to your request. luigi buried his face in your neck, dragging his tongue across your skin and leaving kisses and light bite marks as he slowly started to move his hips. he put his big hands on your waist and bit down a little harder on your neck, targeting a spot he knew was sensitive.

"y're bein' such a good boy f'me baby," he purred, the words punctuated by a low, husky moan. he pulled your legs up around his waist and quickened his pace. you hid your face in his neck and moaned loudly, hugging luigi with every ounce of strength you had.

"harder-" you whispered, "please luigi, harder."

luigi gladly obliged.

he hooked one arm around you, underneath your pelvis, and lifted you up in order to be able to fuck you better. luigi moved his hips with relentless skill that anyone with a clear, functioning brain would question. but you didn't have one of those; unfortunately, yours was foggy and severely malfunctioning. his movements were getting uneven, though; he was getting close. he could tell you were too, your face was getting red and your chest had been heaving for about two minutes now.

luigi slid a hand down your front, kneading the flesh of your stomach and putting slight pressure on it. his brain immediately started to fry when he felt himself fucking you; how did he never notice how big he was?? he felt you shaking underneath him and his brain shut off completely; he didn't even have the strength to pull out. he hugged you as tight as he could and fucked himself into you as deep as he could go, the stinging scratches your fingers left across his back and shoulders constantly driving him further to rail you, his perfect lover, as far into oblivion as he could.

the rest of the night just kind of melted together: your body melding with his, the feeling of his touch, the taste of his lips; neither of you noticed when the sex ended. the only part of the night that was remembered vividly?

both of the known velociraptor specimens were found in mongolia. they were just found in different formations.

© uraharasfavoriteexperiment.

[spadesolace]

BIG4 AU MASTERLIST

lasallian

(more than) friendly rivalry - lasallian! yunjin x lady eagles! reader

catch it then keep it -lasallian! yeji x atenean! reader

would you still love me if -influencer lasallian! sana x thomasian! reader (text post)

- lasallian! minji x thomasian! reader

thomasian

analyze my heart - thomasian!chaewon x lasallian!reader

thomasian!chaewon headcanons

long live (seulgi’s version) - thomasian! seulgi x lasallian! reader

- thomasian! hanni x thomasian! reader

iskolar ng bayan

status quo - iskolar! karina x atenean! reader

- iskolar! jihyo x lasallian! reader

atenean

good luck, babe - atenean! wonyoung x lasallian! reader

heaven sent - atenean! kazuha x lasallian! reader

OTHERS

le sserafim as your big4 gfs

iskolar! karina text hc (wip)

[hwadam-stories]

₊ ˚ ⊹ #HWADAMSTORIES 𓂃 ࣪ ˖ .ᐟ

a writing blog for anything and everything related to the elixir of the sun manhwa, originally written by Soldam and illustrated by Song Yi, a historical romance story about fate, destiny and an eternal love. 3/7/24.

sign the petition to get this manwha animated!

🌺 INTRODUCTION

first and foremost, this blog is a sideblog to my roleplay blogs IMPERIALSIYO and JEUNGHWA you'll receive a follow back from those blogs upon following this one.

my name is moe (she / her) twenty-four. black and cherokee-indian, thank you for coming by and checking out my blog. I highly encouraged coming into my inbox and interacting with me (messages, requests, etc) because I genuinely love that stuff with my whole heart.

due to the nature of my blog and the manhwa itself, minors and ageless blogs are prohibited from interacting with me and will receive an immediate block. this blog and it's contents caters only to an adult audience. Please refer to this post to know more

🌺 REQUESTS / GUIDELINES

I do not consent to my work being translated, plagiarized or reposted anywhere else.

Sharing is caring! Likes do nothing for my fics other than serving a bookmark for you, so please consider reblogging my fics to share with others so more people can read and enjoy them!

While my inbox is open to requests (both anonymously and non) I do reserve the right to decline any submissions that either breaks my rules or makes me uncomfortable.

That being said, I love crossover content of any kind and absolutely encourage more than just reader x character fics! I'm in many fandoms like Wandavision, Castlevania, Inuyasha, Disney, Jujutsu Kaisen, American Dad, Archer, Hazbin Hotel etc.

POINTS OF VIEW: male, female, deaf, blind, black (African-American), etc.

WHAT I WON'T WRITE: non-con, pedophilia, beastiality, gross / weird kinks, illegal age gaps, etc.

WHAT I WILL WRITE: fluff, smut, familial dynamics, romance, violence, blood, death, alternate universes, alternate scenes, legal age gaps, Headcanons, oneshots, yandere, etc.

🌺 CHARACTER LIST (see images here)

[ganak village]: Rangbi, Jahan, Saran, Yul

[hwadam kingdom]: Emperor Dhan, Bayan, Chief Secretary Juhyul, Chief General Ga-Yerang, Suyeon

[concubines]: Sama Hyeon, Han Bia, Ye Tae Im, Karan

characters from other fandoms

🌺 ABOUT THE MANHWA (read it here)

Bayan is an outcast amongst the Siyo, a people who have healing powers. Considered worthless because she doesn’t have the ability to heal others, Bayan is sent to the court of Dhan, the Great Sun Emperor, who is cursed with unrelenting bloodlust and slaughters his concubines mercilessly. It seems that Bayan’s fate is sealed the moment she reaches the emperor’s palace and Dhan is fated to suffer from madness forever... But together, Bayan and Dhan just might be able to change each other’s destiny.

Elixir Of The Sun is a historical romance about our main characters Dhan and Bayan overcoming fate and finding love in one another through trials and tribulations. The Manwha is adapted from the light novel "Lord Of The Sun" written by Soldam and does contain dark, sensitive and explicitly adult scenes where as the manhwa is careful to tone it down for a mature audience.

🌺 TRIGGER WARNINGS!

Should you choose to read Elixir Of The Sun, please keep in mind that:

- sexual violence is part of its story in terms of information (no scene is ever depicted but there is a close call regarding the main character in chapters 9 & 10)

- depictions of self inflicted injuries (the main character has healing blood and has to stab herself multiple times throughout the story)

- a failed un-aliving attempt in chapters 41 & 42. The main character was sleepwalking.

- In Chapters 110 - 115 there is a extreme depiction of excessive blood and violence but no gore is present.

Thankfully, the story doesn't force its plot to have these things as the main point, it merely uses these plot devices to reinforce and focus on the romance and subtle fantasy plot surrounding the bond of Bayan and Dhan.

[nezuswritingdesk]

For the hunters ask game!! Grumpy crow and tender moments pwease 🐦‍⬛🤍

grumpy crow: which tropes do you enjoy seeing him in the most? [e.g. enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, royalty au...]

Okay, imma assume it's my favorites so I can specify ehehe! Note that these are tropes that are on the top of my head, I'm sure there's more but I can't remember everything

󠁯•󠁏󠁏 Sylus

⤷ enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, royalty au (especially with him being the emperor), domestic fluff, businessman x secretary, "he was a punk" x "She did ballet" , sylus pinning for an oblivious reader (me)

󠁯•󠁏󠁏Zayne

⤷ friends to lovers , muse x inspiration, historical au (ilysm illustrado/ sangley zayne ) , domestic fluff (bc he deserves to be happy)

󠁯•󠁏󠁏 Caleb

⤷highschool/ college au (i love it especially when Filipino authors put him in a filipino highschool/college setting, I think it really fits his vibe fr fr kuya caleb kuya ng bayan), childhood friends to lovers , domestic fluff (because everyone deserves to be happy) , popular guy x the everyday girl (think she's dating the gangster minus all the wtf)

tender moments: what kind of LI would you like to see as the sixth one?

⤷ jumin han from mystic messenger.

[benefits1986]

Carpenters PL Revisited x Mother Dragon's Hello, Love, Au Revoir

Bakit kasi nag-stick 'yung mga super basic phrases in French from grade school? Ayan tuloy. Ang aga-aga na naman.

Went to restock my pantry with healthier options because though I don't like to admit it, the virus is still in my system. I was legit tired even when I just filled a cart. Or is it the universe telling me to compartmentalize my work and life, before I indulge in workaholism dressed to the nines? I'm on the cusp, to be honest. It looks more than gold, it's like titanium encrusted with diamonds. Or is it time to put my work ultra-smart hat mode on so we'd have a character development? Sinabi ng I won't think about work in this WL e. Sinabi ng tigilan muna e kasi kahit anong work naman hindi mauubos, laging may kulang, laging may sobra. I don't know if it's just me, but I can still feel mother dragon's presence. Perhaps it's her version of Are You Afraid of the Dark: Magandang Gabi Bayan x KJMS. And this morning, I revisited her go-to PL which is The Carpenters. I used to abhor this group because they're not as popping as her other vibes --Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston, Madonna and The Beatles.

She loved Karen Carpenter and was devastated to know that she lost her anorexia battle. She watched me carefully during the time when bulimia and anorexia looked cool. She reassured me that being big-boned and plus size is NEVER a liability. My stretch marks are my tigress stripes. My ample hips, thighs and legs are part of my being and doing.

She taught me to embrace my flaws, like my dyslexia. She never believed that I am a slow reader. LOL. She felt that my poor grammar skills can be neutralized by writing and speaking. JUSQ. While I usually get a line of 9 in English, the truth is, I struggled so badly with every timed Phoenix comprehension worksheets. While I misread, mispronounce and misspell a lot, mom felt that I am but making an alibi. She branded me as careless and distracted easily. LOLOLOLLOLL. Mother dragon for three, always! She told me to that while I keep skipping lines when I read out loud, I can use my pointer finger to guide my handicap. Of course, she used verbatim that's too graphic, it's traumatic, because her Tagalog is tumatagos hindi lang sa buto pati sa kaibuturan aka verbal abuse minus the cursing; because she is a classy bitch looking after her kanal daughter.

Reading out loud was always an internal shit show until she instructed me to join declamation contests in English and Filipino. Later on, she egged me to give extemporaneous speeches and debates their precious chances. The struggle escalated because I can barely organize my thoughts, but she told me: It's not about winning. It's about how you play the game AND what you learn from it. She was RBF when I bring home a few medals during my years in school. You see, I am so poor in Math. I guess, the science and history subjects actually keep me up and giddy. However, mom said, that of course, science and history make sense because they're part of the obvious world. LOL. Hindi po talaga siya nagpapatalo. She's poor in math herself so, she can't teach me a lot. We can't afford a math tutor and my grades won't make it to remedial classes, as they're barely hanging.

In mother dragon speak, barely hanging grades meant anything that's lower than 89. May sarili siyang grading system sa utak niya. :D Though I had a few merit cards and was generally part of the Top 10, I was never an honor student. She didn't push for the top of the batch, but she has her own way of grading me. Because I am generally moody, whenever there's something off about my conduct and homeroom grades, mhie, mas lagot ako sa kanya. She has this belief that while grades matter, it's the decorum that goes with it that matters most. Hindi ko na alam saan ako lulugar because I noticed that most of the high achievers in my hood have a seeming social withdrawal and may come off as outlandish and worse, anti-social or socially awkward.

I remember asking her one time if I could try out for the swimming team because the coach is Eric Buhain. Also, I wanted a Speedo duffel bag, too! Iba 'yung feeling 'pag nasa diving board tapos nakakasabay ako in my thicc frame and lampa sa larangan ng sports. Also, I love the water. Iba 'yung effect niya sa akin. Nakakalma ako kahit overthinking pa rin ako. Most importantly, 'pag nasa swimming ako, wala akong ibang iniisip kung 'di 'yung hindi ako lumubog and makatawid sa other end ng pool. The Olympic size pool is like my ice skating rink. Though punggok ako, may advantage naman since bouyant ako saka generally, I can take a deep, deep breath and hold it kahit malimit akong may URTI growing up. The tanned and lean build is just sooooo appealing to me. I can imagine that my shoulders will be broader and my clavicles would pop. I can also shape my wide hips and thicccc thighs and legs. She told me to forget it even when I excel in swimming. She told me that I won't be getting a Speedo duffel bag, swimsuit and swimming cap because we can't afford the expenses that go with it. Ayaw daw niya akong maging kawawa and that while co-curricular activities are good, these don't fit my schedule especially when my brother is still recovering from meningitis. And knowing me daw, for sure, mapapabayaan ko 'yung school stuff because swimming makes me forget the world. Baka raw malihis pa ako ng landas. Syempre, I was beyond heartbroken when I heard this. Sabi ko, okay, wala ng Speedo. I can go with department store stuff (our suking Landmark or SM) and that I won't forget my duties as a forced dutiful ate to my brother. I even told her that I'd do better in math. HAHAHAHAHA. Lahat na po nilagay natin sa table pero, mother dragon put her claws down. She breathed fire to the pawn me. Ashes. Ashes everywhere. Super sama talaga ng loob ko sa kanya noon. She told me that since my skin usually gets fucked when I swim in a pool of chlorine, I might just end up more fucked. She didn't use the word "fucked" ha. That's me hearing what she meant lang talaga. HUHUHUHUHU. I honestly felt like I was treated unfairly even borderline inhumane. At a tender age, I felt like mother dragon wanted to force things in my system instead of allowing me to blossom through adversity. Aywaw. Naisip ko talaga 'yun because we always fight, fight, fight. Siya naman laging nagso-sorry kahit ako mali, as our Taurus-Cancer game is always up and running.

Para kaming may scoreboard kung sinong nananlo at natalo. She told me that she doesn't care about that scoreboard because para daw sa kapakanan ko 'yun. LUL. 'Yan na naman siya. Akala mo alam lahat. E siya nga, ending is housewife when she could have been a legit career woman on her way to the top of her game. :p Bawing-bawi ako 'pag ganito comeback ko sa kanya. Hahahahahaha. Syempre, she'd whack me back saying that: Kaya nga, ako ang nanay. Ako ang masusunod. Kung gusto mo, palit tayo. Ikaw na 'yung nanay, ako na 'yung anak. Me: OK. Fine. Bye. Bukas ulit. Or mamaya.

I think it took me ages to let go this angst go. Actually, iyak-tawa na naman ako writing this out. The Carpenters PL made me bleed e. So, okay. Go lang. Andito na rin e. Speaking of this PL, it hits different AND it hits home. Mas na-appreciate ko and... love ko na PL na 'to. Currently hunting down a good vinyl for this nga, preferably 'yung vintage. I noticed that the quality of the new vinyls are MEH and BLECH. Kakabadtrip though the aesthetics are better. Hindi pixelated or malabo lang talaga kuha. Bangkal, Makati Cinema Square, or Cubao X na siguro ito 'pag mas oks na pakiramdam ko. Sana bukas na 'yun please. UGH.

While I can definitely score a good item in Amazon or Ebay, iba pa rin 'pag nahahawakan mo, naamoy, nilalagay mo sa player. Iba pa rin 'pag pumipili ka sa vintage piles. May kakaibang euphoria siya as a mababaw person. Today is the day to remember the dead. I find this absurd to be honest. Why so? Because we don't really need to have this day of commemoration, to be honest. We always remember. Sometimes, we choose to forget. Most of the time, we the dead people become so alive in micro-moments and even zero moments of truth. Today, I'm thinking of lighting my Nasugbu candle for mom. I never believe in traditions, but let this be a curious day. Let this be day of remembering her life and her lessons as I make sense of my limited time across this universe, this lifetime. And yes, I'll play her PLs throughout the day. Maiba naman. Try natin if I won't spiral or be triggered. May this day be a day filled with glimmers as her au revoir non-horror keeps coming. Humanda siya. Mature na ako. LOL. Ready na ako to face my demons and hers, too. LUH. Labas ko na ulit 'yung dusty and rusty scoreboard namin.

[sqgeism]

↳ pairing : dan heng x gender neutral reader

↳ prompt : hanggang notes lang yung gusto kong sabihin sayo, pero kahit alam na alam ko na di ko kaya isabi sa mukha mo, mamahalin kita from afar.

↳ authors note : for my non-filos, the prompt is essentially writing everything you want to say for a person in your notes app and admiring them from afar <3 this is me self projecting & taking this chance to practice some filo

↳ brief disclaimer : this is for my hopefully existing filipino audience! i will be providing translations and such if people want it

MODERN FILO AU

Stelle and March 7th dealt with your constant rambling of your 5th 'happy crush' this year. "Promise! Iba na to, I sweaar!" You'd giggle, but the two just gave each other a look and back at you. "Whatever you say..." Knowing damn well you've said that every single time, and they were in fact, not different.

Just like clockwork, at the same hour and at the same place, Dan Heng quietly walks by the table the three of you were seated on. His earphones in his ears as he's kept busy with whatever is on his phone, you catch a quick glance and you start to cover your mouth and giggle. "Haysss, ampogi ni crush." You'd say while kicking your feet, and Stelle and March 7th's jaw DROPS at the realization.

"SIYA??" The pair said together, slamming the table and jolting up from their seats, the same baffled expression as they looked at you. "Oo, b-bakit? Mali ba desisyon ko?" You stammered, putting your hands up in the air while smiling awkwardly.

Stelle crosses her arms, and March 7th puts a hand on her hip and the other points at you. "Ingatan mo ang puso mo bhie, reputation na rejecter yun. Sobrang cold sa mga tao nagcoconfess sakanya!"

"Super super cold yun. As in parang aircon." Stelle huffs, nodding her head in agreement to March's statements. "Ang weird ninyo, of course hindi ako magcoconfess!" You retaliate, grabbing your phone from your hand and passing it over to them. "Hanggang notes app yung rants na sobrang pogi niya, wala naman akong plano sabihin sakanya eh." You watch as Stelle grabs it from the table and March 7th takes a peek at what you were showing.

"Crush ng bayan yan, wala naman akong chance." Was the last thing you added, shrugging your shoulder as you accepted your feelings most likely not being reciprocated.

Stelle looks at the phone, looks at you, one more look to the phone and finally a disgusted stare in your direction. "Corny mo."

"Alam ko naman."

"You're hopeless." March 7th sighs, going on her phone to what you could only assume to be and check whatever notification made it go off and buzz.

[lovingwanda]

Elixir Of The Sun - Fanfic Banners ⋮ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ.

image count: 1,000+ (ongoing)

character focus: bayan (female lead), scenery, side characters.

content: nsfw, partial nudity, nudity, pregnancy, kissing, self harm, blood, violence, body horror, food, knives, etc.

writer's note: like or reblog if using and be sure to credit me. I make these during my own spare time and decided to share them publicly for free. Be sure to tag me in any fics of yours too if you use my banners!

[imperialsiyo]

# 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐈𝐘𝐎. ᴄʀᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴏᴇ.

⊹ a character study in : soulmates, defying fate, dark and troubled past, the chosen one, the outsider protag, etc.

an independent and selective writing blog for BAYAN from the manhwa, ELIXIR OF THE SUN. sideblog: hwadam-stories -- canon divergent / oc friendly.

INTRODUCTION.

Welcome to my blog, my name is Moe (she/her) and I'm twenty-four years old (Black and Cherokee Indian). Minors and personals will be blocked.

my current icon border was made by rphbydior

my sideblogs: found here

This blog highly encourages multi-shipping and welcomes pre-established and platonic relationships.

This blog may become an "canon character x reader" since I'm the only EOTS roleplayer here on Tumblr. I'll definitely write most of the main cast and will make a proper list in the future.

This blog contains dark and triggering themes revolving around sexual violence (mentioned for canon only), death, murder, politics, misogyny, starvation, child abuse, harassment, fire, miscarriages, pregnancy, child birth, kidnapping, cannibalism, poverty, etc. Please do not follow this blog if these themes are a trigger for you as they will be a talking piece on this blog.

"ELIXIR OF THE SUN" is a Korean manwha written by Solddam. The Manwha is a light novel adaptation with a total of seven books that can be purchased on ridibooks.com (you'll have to translate them on your own) and I've already bought them for fifteen dollars.

LAWS OF THE PALACE.

Common and respectful roleplay etiquette.

Reblog memes from the source, please and thanks. Also please ask before turning a meme into a thread.

Regarding fanfiction requests, I have a right to refuse any that I don't like / are on my blacklist (pedophilia, beastiality, incest, non-con, etc) I don't mind writing darker and mature themes but I also appreciate the lighthearted stuff just as much. Smut is a 50/50 for me, depending on my mood.

CANON DIVERGENCY.

coming soon...

EXTRA NOTES & CLOSING THOUGHTS...

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[yellowsbuttercup]

Seven Sundays

- Six childhood friends were once inseparable. Having spent most of the youth together, they grew up apart. Living each of their lives that they have never made time to reunite just like how when they were still young. But what if one of them is diagnosed with terminal illness and had only seven weeks to live?

.nct, aespa x reader

.childhood friends, love triangle, fluff, angst, tagalog-english au; mentions of sickness and death, cursing, lying, not proofread, please let me know if there are still more!

.7k words

.my first long fic for the @hiraya-m collab event! this is inspired by one of my favorite movies, "Seven Sundays". most of the plot is from the movie but I also changed up some of the story and also quite rushed :<< anyway, enjoy!!

apov.

Small hands scribble slowly on the piece of paper. Carefully yet the penmanship was quite messy. Bata pa nga lang naman. Nang masundan ng isa pang paslit, nagsulat rin siya ng kaniyang sariling litrato. Coming into the scene, three more children squeeze their selves to write their own letters. Pawis, busabos dahil sa kakalaro sa ilalim ng matirik na araw.

Hindi man sila magkapatid sa dugo, ngunit nahanap nila ang isa't-isa sa munting bayan na kanilang sinilangan. Parating nasa labas naglalaro ng kung ano man ang kanilang maisipan. Uuwi na madungis, minsan purisigidong maglalaro hanggang gabi kahit hindi na kumain ng kanilang hapunan.

Madalas silang nagsasama at nagsusulat ng mga litrato at ihuhulog sa isang malaking lata na dating nilalaman ng mga biskwit. Sa kanilang paglaki, ito ay pinaplano nilang buksan para mabalikan ang kanilang maaliwalas na kabataan.

reader.

It was Sunday. Feeling heat brush upon my face, rays poking my body awake, my eyes opened to another day. I smiled, 'Birthday ko na'. Getting up, a large smile is plastered on my face as I stretch my limbs and let out a yawn to start the day. Looking beside my bed, a photo of my parents who also had their big toothy grins to greet me 'good morning'.

"Good morning Tatay, good morning Nanay. 28 na panganay niyo. Bilis no? Ano ba yan di na talaga ako bata. Magtetrenta na rin dalawang taon nalang." I slightly scrunch my face in cringe upon the realization before letting out a sigh. I quickly grab my phone from my bed and rush downstairs.

As always, my younger brother Jeno was there to greet me. "Good morning birthday girl." He flashes his eye smile as I reflect his expression. I dash to him and give him the biggest hug, "Salamat bunso. Good morning din sayo."

He chuckles, "Sige na ate, kain ka na dyan. Nagluto ako paborito mong almusal."

I sit down, eyeing the scrumptious food he made. "Angas mo naman Jeno. Bakit ka nandito? Maghanap ka na ng asawa mo."

He laughs at my remark, "Wag na kawawa ka naman ikaw naman yung mawawalan ng kasama. Forever singl-"

"Birthday ko ngayon punyeta ka."

"Di sabi ko nga kain ka na diyan. Enjoy ate." He cooed at me jokingly as he sits down beside me, earning a smack on the head from me. "Aray!"

I open my phone, dozens of notifications going off and popping up into my screen. Lifting my thumb to open the first message only to be interrupted by a call.

'Tumbang Preso Gang'

I smile widely as I accept the call. "Uy Ningning!"

"Hoy beh! Happy birthday! Anak, remember your Tita Y/N? It's her birthday today come on greet her. Dali!" Napatawa ako ng marinig ang nagdadaliang paa. A young face appears on the screen and with enthusiasm she greets, "Happy Birthday Tita!"

"Thank you pamangkin. Anlaki mo na! Pag bumisita kayo I'll treat you to Jollibee, okay?"

As I chat with Ningning and my niece another person joins the call.

"Hi mga panget, happy birthday sa araw ng kapanganakan mo, Y/N."

"Salamat ah, Winwin." I roll my eyes at his weird greeting to be quickly replaced with a smile after. Not long after, another one joins the call.

"Happy birthday!"

I chuckle in glee for their warm greeting. "Salamat Taeyong! Bibisita ba kayo? Lulutan namin kayo ni Jeno ng pagkain!"

The call fell silent.

"Ano kasi, may work pa ako."

"Nasa business trip pa."

"May pasok pa ako at ng anak ko."

My smile stayed on my face while the brightness on my eyes fell clouded with disappointment but I wanted to understand.

"Sorry." They all said. I try to lift up the corners of my lips to the biggest grin I could, "Okay lang! Buti nga di niyo nalimutan na birthday ko eh." I chuckle and we quickly tried to catch up with each others lives before our call came to an end.

I sigh, looking down at the plate of food that didn't seem so appetizing as earlier.

"Okay lang yan ate. Pasyal tayo mamaya, hm? Libre na kita."

Napangiti ako uli sa mga salita ng aking kapatid, tinaas ko ang aking kamay at ginambala ang kaniyang itim na buhok. "Sweet mo naman wag ka masyado peke. Miss ko tuloy pagtrato mo saken palagi."

"Ate buhok ko!"

"Sorry na magtatampo na bunso namin. Nako bibisitahin rin natin sila Papa at Mama. Bukas ka na magalit sakin." Jeno rolls his eyes with a grin.

scene change.

They arrive at their parents' grave. Sitting on the stone chair that was built beside the tomb. The girl sighs as she opens her tumbler, pouring some water into a white vase that stood on top of the lapida.

"Hi Pa, Ma. Nandito na kami ni Jeno." She coos as Jeno joins to sit beside her.

"Mama inubos ni ate pera ko multuhin mo nga." Sumbong ng nakababata, earning a playful shove from his sister.

"Oy di naman sobra ka ha."

They continue to bicker in front of their parents' tomb, as if they were really there to watching them. As if, they were children again under their parents' loving gazes. Telling stories, anecdotes to the marbled lapida in front of them, reminiscing their childhood.

timeskip.

It was already 10PM, the moon shone and the stars sparkled brightly along with the humming of crickets. Y/N watched whatever show the television offered while Jeno was cleaning up.

"Ginreet ka ba ate ni Kuya Doyoung?" Tanong ni Jeno na nasa kusina.

She sighs in disappointment, "Hindi nga eh. Ghoster talaga yang kaibigan ko."

"Oh talaga kaibigan ba?" Asar ng binata at siya'y tinignan ng masama ng kaniyang ate.

Hearing the refrigerator open, her ears perked up. As if a meerkat, she sits up and stretches her neck to see her brother putting the cake they bought earlier aside already.

"Jeno!" She called, startling the younger.

"Oh?! Ano ba yan ate nakakagulat ka." He places a hand over his heart as he holds the box of cake in his other hand.

"Wag mo muna itabi yung cake! Baka may dumating pa. Ikaw naman. May dalawang oras pa oh di pa tapos birthday ko." She huffed.

"Mm sige." He closed the ref, and placed the cake on the table.

Just at the right time, the doorbell rang.

"Oh diba sabi ko sa iyo eh."

A grin finds it way in her face, 'Sabi ko na eh.'

Dashing to the door, she opens it to reveal a man holding a bouquet of yellow roses. Pleased with the gift, yet she still felt a little disappointed upon seeing the person.

"Doc? Napabisita ka!"

"Good evening Y/N, happy birthday." He hands the flowers to her that she gladly accepts as she quickly sniffs the flowery scent.

"Salamat po! Pasok ka-"

"Hindi na. May kailangan lang ako sabihin sa iyo."

Her eyebrows furrowed, "Ano po iyun?"

timeskip.

"Ano?"

"Baka mamaya nagtatampo ka lang kasi di kami pumunta nung birthday mo."

"May nakatago ba na camera baka kasi pinaprank mo lang kami. Di nakakatuwa yan."

"It's true. I'm dying. Stage 4 Lung Cancer. 2-3 months more to live." Said Y/N. Ningning rises from her seat, walking towards her to envelop her in a tight hug. "Hindi pwede! Ayoko!" Tumawa lamang ang babae at niyakap rin si Ningning na paiyak na.

"Baka mamaya mali ang diagnosis sayo. We need to get a second opinion. Kukuha tayo ng magaling na doctor sa Manila." Wika ni Winwin, receiving a shrug from the sick girl as a response. "We don't even have enough for my medication. Masaya na rin naman ako sa buhay ko. Okay na ako. Sasamahan ko na ang Tatay at Nanay." Feeling hands on her shoulders, soft yet grasping, she looks up to see her younger brother smiling yet his eye smile was not evident.

"Money is not the issue here. Ang importante gumaling ka."

"Ayoko papanget ako sa chemotherapy radiation etcetera na yan. Sayang naman yung natitira kong ganda no." She joked but no one seemed to be quite amused with her statement. She sighs and continues, "Basta. Wag na tayo magpagamot. I'm okay with the life I've lived already."

"Ayaw mo ba gumaling?" Winwin asked, raising his voice a bit.

"Eh kung gusto niya bat hindi natin siya pagbigyan." Sagot ni Doyoung.

"That's what I have been doing all my life if you haven't noticed."

"Oh talaga?"

The two men stare each other down with daggers coming from their eyes as the tension in the silence rises. Jeno clears his throat to cut off the heated atmosphere, "Botohan nalang!" He suggests.

"Pwede!", pagsang-ayon ni Y/N. "Sino gusto na magpasecond opinion ako?"

Itinaas ni Ningning at Doyoung ang kanilang kamay.

"Okay, sino ngayon gusto na pagbigyan ako?"

Si Jeno at si Winwin naman ang nagtaas ng kamay.

"Ay kailangan ng tie breaker- ayun oh! Sakto!" Their heads turn to a pink haired guy who shrugs, not knowing anything as he has just arrived.

"What's up?" Tanong ni Taeyong.

"'What's up?' Kung mas maaga ka you'll know what's up." Sagot ni Winwin na naiinis na.

"Nagbobotohan lang kami kung dapat bang magpapa-second opinion o hindi. Kami ni Ningning magpapa-second opinion, si Jeno at si Doyoung pagbibigyan nalang si Y/N." Sabi ni Winwin.

"Buhay niya, choice niya." Taeyong chooses and the decision was made as he sits on a vacant chair. Y/N smiles at the view, "Parang lalong ayaw ko na magpagamot ah."

"Ha?" Taka ni Winwin.

"I like what I see. Ito lang naman ang gusto ko eh. Yung kompleto tayo. Sa ngayon, gusto ko kompleto tayo bago niyo ako dalhin sa St. Peter. Tutal, pitong linggo nalang. Hm?"

timeskip.

It was the second Sunday and the siblings have just finished buying their grocery. It was a cute and pleasant time for the brother and sister until a ringer goes of obnoxiously loud. The people that passed by gave them glares, eyes darting toward Jeno's pocket where he kept his phone.

"Sorry, sorry. Peace lang hehe." He fishes his phone from his pocket and answers the call.

"Ano ba yan di ba yan naka-vibrate?"

He continues to talk on the phone as they walk around. There was not much for his sister to pick up from the call as he only responded with words and intonations that agreed.

"..Mhm? Sige bye!", he signs off and ends the call. He shoves his phone back into his pocket and clings onto his sister as they walk.

"Ay! Ate sorry may kailangan pala akong bilhin. Check ko dito ah!" And he runs off to nowhere before she even speaks a word.

It took him quite long before he was back.

"Ano binili mo?" Tanong ng kaniyang kapatid at nagpatuloy sa paglalakad.

"Hindi nga eh. Wala ako nahanap." He frowned and sighed.

"Ano ba kasi yu-"

"Shet ate sandale natatae ako!" Iyak ni Jeno na hindi na matiis-tiis.

"Ano? Di pa naman tayo kumakain kaya nga naggrocery eh!" Sagot ng kaniyang kapatid na naiinis na sa kaniyang mga pinagsasabi.

"Sandali di ko na talaga kaya. Hanap ako cr ah!"

At tumakbo nanaman siya sa kawalan. Nagtagal nanaman siya at nagtataka na ang kaniyang kapatid sa panay pag-alis ng binata.

Tumayo lamang ang babae sa gilid upang di makaharang sa daan at hindi rin siya magmukhang batang nawalay sa kaniyang mga magulang. Maya-maya dumating na siya sa kaniyang tabi.

"Ano? Okay na?"

"Oo ate. Pero ayaw mo ba mag-gala muna? Laki ng mall oh!" Pagyaya ni Jeno na hinihila ang nakatatanda sa kalagitnaan ng mall.

"Ayoko na. Halika na uwi na tayo magluluto pa tayo." Napakamot ng ulo si Jeno ng hindi gumana ang kaniyang palusot upang magtagal sa loob ng mall. Tumuloy nga naman sila sa biyahe pag-uwi at buhat-buhat ang kanilang mga pinamili. Pagtawid sa madaming kalye, pagdaan sa maiitim na usok ng mga jeep, malapit na rin silang makarating sa kanilang bahay. Ng papalapit, napansin ni Y/N ang dami ng kotse na nakatigil sa harapan ng kanilang bahay. Nagtaka siya at naramdaman na kumulo ang kaniyangv dugo sa balahura na pagpapark sa harap ng bahay. Nagdadabog siya sa kaniyang paglakad patungo sa bahay nila.

"Ate-"

"Tignan mo yan Jeno, sino nagsabi sa kaniya na pwede magpark dyan. Walang disi-"

Seeing balloons displayed by the posts of their porch, chairs and table covered in white cloth organized by the garage, a two-tiered cake standing proud by the catering, and warm loving smiles from familiar faces.

"Happy Belated Birthday Y/N!" They greeted in chorus, as they hold onto the long banner that greeted her a great birthday as well.

"Kayo talaga!" Cried the birthday girl, feeling touched by the sweet surprise as she wipes a tear that couldn't help but fall in glee.

Everyone came running to the girl, enveloping her in a loving embrace. "Thank you sa inyong lahat."

They pull away to see her face as they still kept their arms around her, they cherish this moment the friends reunited once again.

"Ay! Yung cake dali!"

Taeyong rushes to the catering and grabs the cake while one of the waiters light a fire on the candle that stood in the middle of the dessert. He stands in front of the birthday girl with a wide smile and said, "Ayan magwish ka na!"

Tumingin siya sa kaniyang paligid, kaliwa't kanan ay mukha ng kaniyang mga minamahal. Kompleto sila sa masayang pagsasaluhan na ito. Ngumiti siya at napatingin sa kandila nya muli. Ipinikit nya ng mahigpit ang kaniyang mga mata at sa muling pagbukas nito hinipan niya na ang munting apoy sa kandila. Nagpalakpakan ang lahat at itinuloy na ang pagsaluhan.

Naupo na si Y/N sa isang lamesa maya't-maya'y sinundan ng kaniyang mga kaibigan na daling naglakad papunta sa kaniya.

"Beh! Eto o liempo!"

"Crispy Pata at your service." Followed by Taeyong with Doyoung quietly trailing beside him.

"Grabe 'to ansarap!"

"Huy ano ba yan. 'Wag yan! Dapat ito salad, sabi ng research maganda daw ang fish veggies- hindi yung puro ganyan!" Winwin scolded while getting food from the catering. Y/N sighed as the two in front of her were in disbelief. "Gusto mo ng fruits?" Alok ni Winwin.

"Beh, fruits?" Ningning questioned.

"Eh kung ako naman masusunod gusto ko ito." Sagot ni Y/N at itinuro ang mag pagkain na nakalatag sa lamesa.

"Oh! Ito na daw eh!"

Winwin scoffed at their actions, "Wow ako nalang ba talaga may pakielam sa kaibigan natin? Parang gusto niyo na siya mamatay diyan eh."

"Eh talagang mamamatay naman ako eh. Wala nang bawal-bawal. Para masaya naman mga natitira kong araw dito diba?" Y/N retorted as she digs in to the food.

"Edi sana di na pala ako nagpa-cater." Winwin whispered under his breath but it was not left unheard by Taeyong.

"Sino ba kasi nagsabi magpa-cater ka? Dapat kasi nagtatanong ka diba?" Doyoung answered back, shaking his head.

"Pwede naman kasing half-half diba?" Alok ni Taeyong ngunit pinigilan siya ni Ningning na magsalita pa.

"Ikaw naman lagi masusunod."

"Oh ano nanaman? Andami mong kaso sakin. Parang matagal na to ah." Before the argument could even heat up more, Y/N stands up with her seat loudly scratching on the cement before walking inside the house.

"Ayan nagwalk na tuloy. Masaya na kayo?" Ningning sighed as she leans back on her chair, eyeing the two who ruined the mood.

"Susundan ko siya."

"Ako na pupunta."

Winwin and Doyoung stopped in their tracks as they spoke at the same time.

"Wag na ako na." Ningning pushes her way out of the two to follow after her friend.

"Hoy!" Their eyes dart towards Jeno who was also waiting by their door, "Halika'yo mag-usap tayo." He said as he proceeds into their house. Winwin shoots Doyoung another glare before he follows inside.

scene change.

The three were silent in the dining room. The uncomfortable atmosphere surrounds them, rather it was suffocating. Later on, they heard footsteps nearing and their heads turned to the staircase where it was coming from.

Ningning joins them along with Taeyong who appeared from the kitchen.

"Kamusta siya?" Doyoung asks.

"Ayun, okay lang."

"So pwede na siya kausapin?" Winwin questions as well as he rises from his seat.

"Pero ano gusto niya muna mapag-isa muna para makapagpahinga." Ningning answers and Winwin sits down again.

"So ano na?"

"Edi ayun mukhang mamamatay mag-isa yung kapatid ko." Jeno earned glares from all of the friends and he chuckles. "Ay sorry, na-offend ko ba kayo? Akala ko okay lang sa inyo eh."

"Gago siyempre hindi." Winwin says.

"Eh yun naman pala eh. Bakit parang ang bigat-bigat sa inyo na isantabi muna mga bubog niyo sa isa't-isa? Tutal pito--hindi anim nalang na linggo nalang meron siya. Siguro magplastikan nalang kaya kayo?" Jeno suggests, earning a hum from the others. It's worth the shot, especially if it was for their dear childhood friend.

"Ako kaya ko." Doyoung agrees. Ningning forces a smile and places her hand at the center of the table, looking at the other in anticipation. They all followed, putting their hands on top of each other. Jeno was the last to join in, sealing the agreement.

timeskip.

It was the third sunday, the alarm rings to wake up Y/N. Weakly, she turns the sound off and groans. Sighing, she sits up groggily and forced a smile at the picture frame before her.

"Morning Pa, Ma."

She leaves her room, heading downstairs. A running child making her stop in her tracks. "Nak! Careful ha?" She hears coming from the dining room. She continues her way down to see Ningning preparing the table for breakfast.

"Oh! Gising ka na? Good morning!" She greets oddly loud and rushes to her friend to give her an embrace.

The boys peep from the kitchen and hid again to rush each other. They came out of the door one-by-one greeting their dear friend who had just woke and confused.

"Morning bff."

"Good morning."

"Morning!"

She stares in awe at the food that they carried to place on the wooden furniture.

"Good morning-- sandale ano ito?" Y/N asked, still surprised with their sudden gesture.

"Well kasi, gusto namin bumawi sa ginawa namin nung nakaraang linggo." Doyoung says, sparing Winwin a glance and a smile who reflected his actions.

She hums, grinning to herself. Feeling quite touched with their amends.

"Oh ano! Kain na!"

They all took a seat, Doyoung naturally finding a seat beside Y/N, not noticing Winwin who didn't look as pleases but remembered to keep up with their act for the sake of their friend and sat beside him. Ningning was trying to call her child back to eat with them as she sits, Jeno placed the last plate of food on the table before taking a seat beside her. Taeyong was sat between Jeno and Y/N.

They removed the foil covering the food one-by-one.

"Kayo nagluto niyo?" Y/N was in awe as she looks at the scrumptious food, freshly cooked with steam coming from it.

"Oo kami pa!" They chuckled and then started to dig into their breakfast.

Exchanging juicy stories as they listen keenly, laughing at jokes heartily, it was a good time during this late morning.

scene change.

It was almost midnight yet they still filled the home with their laughs and yells as they played a game of cards. Although it was pleasant to feel so much joy especially with them complete, Y/N felt the need to take a break to take a breather.

"Hoy! Touch-move ka dugas-"

"Guys, labas lang ako ah pahangin ako." She interrupts and excuses herself while still trying to suppress her laughter. Earning hums and nods instead as they were still busy arguing over the game.

Slowly standing up, she walks towards the porch, walking past the door that was left open to welcome the night's breeze. She crosses her arms against her chest and deeply inhales. Her eyes stare towards the shimmered black sky. The moon proudly shining over the stars. Soon, maybe she'll be seeing the same sky in her next life or maybe, she'd be in another world where people didn't have to suffer and go.

Her thoughts were cut off by her phone ringing in her pocket. Jumping as she wasd startled but soon re3covered to take the phone call.

"Good evening doc!" She greets warmly.

"Uy good evening!"

"Ano po iyun, doc?"

"Good news! It was just a misdiagnosis. You just have TB infection but- madaling magamot, hindi nakakahawa, at better news, you can live for decades pa! Baka nga maabutan mo pa ang senior citizen card mo eh!" She lightens up at the news, even laughing along with her doctor.

"Ay buti naman doc!"

"Sige iyun lag naman pero wag masyado pakampante. I also apologize for the worry I caused pero eat healthy and live healty ha?"

"Opo! Salamat po!" Isa nanamang ngiti ang muling nagpakita sa kaniyang mukha habang binubulsa muli ang kaniyang cell phone.

"Ate si doc ba yun?" Jeno appears out of nowhere at ginulat ang kanyang ate ng muntikan na rin siya masapak ng nakakatanda. "Puta Jeno- oo si doc yun!" Kaniyang pagalit na sabi habang tiniginan ng masama ang bunso.

"Sorry naman. Oh ano daw sabi?"

"Misdiagnosis lang pala. Tuberculosis lang tas hindi nakakahawa." Sabi ni Y/N. Laking tuwa ng kaniyang kapatid at niyakap siya ng kay higpit. "Makakasama pa kita ate?" Bulong ni Jeno habang nakasulok ang kaniyang ulo sa leeg ni Y/N.

"Oo bunso." She pulls away from the hug and smiles at her brother.

"Ano na sabihan natin si-" Bago pa man makagalaw si Jeno, hinawakan ni Y/N ang kaniyang braso upang pigilan siya. "Wag."

"Huh?"

"Tignan mo." The girl's eyes darted towards her friends who were already playing a new game. "Kung nalaman nilang mabubuhay pa ako ng matagal sa tingin mo magsasama pa ulit kami ng ganito?"

Hindi nakasagot ang nakakabata ngunit sa kaloob-looban niya, masasabik lang rin siya muli sa kanilang pagsasama ulit na magkababata.

"Pero ate-"

"Hayaan lang natin ang mga pangyayari. Ayoko pa bitawan itong meron tayo ngayon." She stares into nothing, deep in thought once again.

"Beh!" Ningning calls, "Sino tumawag?"

"Ah wala si doc lang. Nangangmusta." She forces a smile before walking back to them.

"Oh so ano itong laro natin?"

scene change.

Everyone was still awake at 2AM, snacking on chips and biscuits to let the night go by. They were complete at the dining table but Doyoung stands up to excuse himself. Y/N's eyes followed him as he goes upstairs. Debating with herself whether to follow him or just save her words for another day, she fidgets with her fingers.

Ngunit tumayo rin siya para sundan ang binata. Umakyat siya sa mga hagdan, "Doyoung!"

Lumingon ang lalaki, "Hm?"

"Pwede ka ba muna dito?"

"A-ano ibig mong sabihin?" Doyoung now turns around, facing the girl as he towers her being three steps ahead of her.

"Stay here please...until I die." Her eyes never left his, pleading for his acceptance as he steps down to get closer.

"Pero bakit ako?

"Basta. Just stay for the remaining weeks or even live here after. Please?" He couldn't say no, gulping a lump in his throat before giving in as he nodded. "I will."

Soon he was wrapped in her arms, his broad body squeezed in such a tight hug. Feeling awkward, he brings a hand up to caress the top of her head. "I missed you. Ang tagal mong hindi nagparamdam."

"It's okay. I'm here now and I'm sorry." They enjoyed this moment, savoring the touch of the other but they can't admit it. Nothing exactly stopped them. but it definitely would hurt more if they tried. As all these happened, listening ears hid under the stairs. He pursed his lips as he felt a sharp pain coming straight to his heart.

timeskip.

It was the fourth sunday. The waves gently pushed themselves to the shore, the shattered reflection of the moon sparkled, the white sand felt soft under their feet. They were all sat around a bonfire, its heat warming them up in this chilly night.

"Asan na yung barbecue? Di pa rin luto?" Tanong ni Taeyong kay Jeno na nag-iihaw pa ng kanilang makakain.

"Grabe kuya nagmamadali pasensya na ha." Jeno responded na pinahalata ang pagkapilosopo sa kaniyang boses ngunit tumawa lang ang lahat sa kanilang dalawa.

Umupo si Y/N sa harap ng apoy ng may dala-dalang malaking lata. Naglakihan ang mga mata ng kaniyang mga kaiigan ng mamukhaan nila ang latang ito.

"Buhay pa yan?!" Bulalas ni Ningning at nagdaliang umupo sa tabi ng kaniyang kaibigan.

"Syempre! Oh ngayon habang naghihintay pa tayo sa ihaw, balikan natin mga kabataan natin." Wika ng babae habang binubuksan ang lata.

"Tita what's that?"

"That's a capsule that we put letters in, like a diary but the catch is we get to read it in the future. Di nga namin akalain na nasa Tita Y/N mo pa rin yan." Paliwanag ni Doyoung sa anak ni Ningning.

"And we already have come to that future so...pwede na siya basahin." Dagdag ni Winwin na nakatayo sa likuran ni Y/N.

"Tama! So bubunot ako, babasahin ko, tas hulaan natin kung sino nagsulat. Game?"

Inalog ng babae ang lata ng matagal at saka siya kumuha ng isang litrato habang nakapikit. Ng nakakuha na siya, minulat niya ang kaniyang mga mata at nakita ang hawak-hawak niyang nakatuping pahina ng yellow pad. Binuklat niya ito ng dahan-dahan at saka binasa:

"Dear future, hinahanap ko mga kaibigan ko pero umalis sila lahat. Magyayaya sana ako ng ice cream sa tindahan ni Aling Maria dahil hindi papayag ako mama ko na walang akong kasama. Meron namang laging next time!"

Napa-isip ang lahat at tumahimik sila.

"Hmm.. di kaya si Ningning yan?" Hula ni Taeyong na kumakain na ng barbecue.

"Weh pano mo nasabi?" Asar ng babae at napatawa ang lahat. "Char lang, ako nga iyan. Ayan kasi mga mang-iiwan." Jokingly, the girl rolls her eyes, earning teasing from her friends.

"Sorry na beh." Niyakap siya ni Y/N ng mahigpit, "Lilibre kita ng ice cream, hm?" She pouted and of course, Ning couldn't resist her friend as she hugged her back. "Okay na yan jusko. Matagal na yan. Oh ano, next na!"

And as she sad, Y/N shakes the capsule again but this time she raises the capsule above her head, "Win, ikaw pumili." The man doesas she said, closing his eyes as he picks up a letter as well.

He opens his eyes to see white paper this time, unfolding the letter and clearing his throat before he reads:

"Dear future, nagugustuhan ko na yata ang kaibigan ko. Hindi ko alam kung kailan pa ito pero, sa mga nakaraang araw para siyang kumikinang sa aking mata. Bumibilis ang pagtibok ng aking puso kapag kasama siya pero mukhang...may gusto rin siya sa iba? Tatanggapin ko nalang ba ang inilaan para sa amin? Na magkaibigan lang?"

They all wore knowing smiles, suppressing their giggles while one of them was flushed in embarrassment.

"Oh my god naalala ko 'to!" Ningning couldn't help but laugh out loud as she repeatedly hit the girl beside her.

"Ning! Ano ba may sakit ako tas panay hampas mo lang!" Y/N scolded playfully but Ningning obliged to stop.

"Ay sensya na pero ayun nga," She swallows a lump in her throat to calm down, "Si Kuya Win ata yan."

"Ay oo! Yung love triangle!" Dagdag ni Jeno which made all of them burst out in laughter, except the said love triangle.

"Si Doyoung gusto nito diba?" Taeyong asks while pointing at Y/N.

"Ano ba yan ang tagal na niyan. Wag niyo na ibalik." Winwin cries as he rolled his eyes but he only earned knowing hums.

"Weh matagal na nga ba?"

The teasing went on for a while and the three felt quite uncomfortable. Doyoung, who was sitting across the sick girl, noticed how quiet she went and decided to speak up.

"Huy, ano ba awat na nga yan. Sobra na yan." Silence quickly overcame them, the sound of crickets and gentle crashing of waves were suddenly resounding.

Jeno noticed the sudden tension in the atmosphere, clearing his throat to speak up, "Oh ano next na!"

timeskip.

It was a busy fifth sunday at quarter to midnight. Folded mattresses lying on the floor topped with pillows, comforters, and thick blankets.

"Jeno!" The girl called for the boy who was in the kitchen, busy making late night snacks.

"Ano?" He responded.

"Malapit na daw sila!" He only hummed as a reply as he sped up in making the food.

She walks outside to their porch, feeling the familiar night's breeze once again. Noticing how the moon was on it's other phase, 'Quarter moon siguro?' She thought.

"Maganda nga naman talaga tignan ang bitui't buwan, no?" Doyoung chimes in, startling the girl who was busy sky watching.

"Ano ba yan, Doyoung! Walang warning?" Natawa ang lalaki sa banat niya, iniiling-iling ang ulo habang nakangiti. "Over mo ha."

Her eyes widened at his remark, "Ikaw talaga. Kung di ka lang gwapo eh." She mutters the last sentence under her breath but it still couldn't go unnoticed by the lad.

"Ano?"

"Wala."

And they went quiet, it was rather comfortable to have each other's presence watched under sight of the shimmered black sky. Doyoung turns his back against the stone fence, leaning on it and sighing.

A question pops up in her head as she copies the latter's actions, " Doyoung may tanong ako?"

"Hm?"

"Kayo ba ni Winwin...nag-aaway pa rin? Nung high school pa tayo nagkaroon ng gulo pero, di na kayo nagkakasundo." He didn't know what to say. In all reality, even after the events during highschool they never seemed to get along anymore. Maybe until now, none of them have thought of giving up on their feelings. Their arguments always held meaning, defining some jealousy and betrayal buried deep in their words.

"Ayaw mo ba gumaling?" Winwin asked, raising his voice a bit.

"Eh kung gusto niya bat hindi natin siya pagbigyan." Sagot ni Doyoung.

"That's what I have been doing all my life if you haven't noticed."

He gulps, finding the right words to say, "Madami rin namang nagbago. High school pa nga naman tayo noon, lumipas ang oras at lahat tayo nagkaroon ng pagbabago."

She nodded, just accepting the answer that she received.

"Ikaw. Di ka na nagkajowa pagkatapos mong magconfess ah?" He teased, his gummy smile evident and she felt heat rush in her cheeks, her head hung low to hide it from him.

"Ano ba! Antagal na rin nun."

Later on, they hear a car nearing. Slowly it appears on their driveway to park and the engine was then quieted down.

The car door opens and the person gets off, revealing Ningning who was in her pajamas already.

"Hi beh!" She excitedly greets, they dashed together to give each other a tight hug. As if they didn't see each other last week.

"Hi! Ayos ah ready ka na talaga sa sleepover." Y/N pulls away from the hug and smirked as she looks up an down at Ningning's flowery pink pajamas. "Oo syempre no. Saves time ren." She winked and they giggled as they walked towards the house,

"Saan pala pamangkin ko?" The girl asks as they walked,

"Ay may sarili ding sleepover yun. Nag-eenjoy yun with friends." Ningning answered and sees Doyoung waiting by the porch.

"Oh? Aga mo ah."

"Ay h-hindi kasi-"

"Oo gulat nga rin ako ang aga niya eh. Excited masyado?" She covered up for Doyoung who couldn't answer right away and he felt a wave of relief. The girl also pushes Ning to proceed inside as she distracts her with more questions.

Soon, Winwin and Taeyong arrived and they were gathered in the living room to watch a movie.

Winwin and Ningning were comfortable on the couch, and below them sat the remaining three on the mattress while Jeno sat on the lounge chair.

They all silently watched the movie, its genre leaning on romance and comedy. No one uttered a word, unless to comment, laugh, or asking to reach for the snacks.

A phone rang, breaking the silence. They all groaned hearing the ear-splitting alarm.

"Huy kanino yan!" Taeyong complained as Doyoung frantically fishes his phone to pick up the call.

"Oo na eto na nga eh."

'Ninong'

"Ay si Ninong tumatawag." He informs to all of them but the name was unfamiliar.

"Si Dok, ninong ko yun diba? Oh sandale, excuse me lang. Nood lang kayo diyan." He excuses himself and stands up to answer the call.

Y/N's breath hitched, she stands up and rushed to follow after Doyoung.

"Ninong?"

"Hi Doyoung. Kamustahin ko lang si Y/N. Di kasi sumasagot, pati rin yung kapatid niya hindi eh."

"Ah ganun po ba? Okay naman po siya." He answers, looking back at Y/N who was standing behind him. Looking oddly pale.

"Ahh okay sige. Check mo lang rin kung iniinom na niya yung gamot sa bagong reseta. TB infection lang naman eh."

"Po?"

"TB. Sinabi ko na yan sa kaniya two weeks ago. Madali lang gamutin yan ngayon eh."

"Ah opo sige. Ipapaalala ko lang sa kaniya." She could see him tighten his grip on his phone. Veins blue and green were evident and his neck has reddened.

She let them bid their goodbyes and not long after, he already put down his phone.

"TB?" Doyoung turns to her, tears pooling in his eyes and the irritation evident in his voice.

"Doyoung-"

"Tinago mo lang sa amin? Dalawang linggo na, tinago mo lang?" His voice raises as his sentence progress and she was not able to form any words.

"Wala kang cancer?" Taeyong asks, appearing behind them.

She shakes her head as she looks down at the floor, watching her tears land on the cold tiles.

"Nag-alala kaming lahat! Tas itatago mo lang? Bakit?" Doyoung cries, calling Winwin, Jeno, and Ningning's attention as they also appear in the scene.

"Bakit?"

"Kasi ayaw ko kayong mawala! Antagal niyong nawala. Wala na sa inyong bumisita hangga't sa dumating ang balita na bilang na mga araw ko!" She answers, tears rushing down her cheeks continuously as she spoke.

"Pero bakit di mo pa rin sinabi? Panlimang linggo na ito, at akala namin lalo lang kami nauubusan ng oras na makasama ka!" Ningning couldn't keep her tears to stay, but so did she as she storms off to get her car keys.

"Ning!"

"Ang unfair rin sa amin, Y/N. Natakot kami para sa wala." Winwin walks out as well. She tries to rin after them but was held back by her brother.

"Ate, hayaan muna natin sila."

She continues to cry on Jeno's chest as he stroked her hair to calm her down.

They all left, even Doyoung who packed up and grabbed a taxi to leave.

Jeno never left her alone in her room but she continued to cry despite that.

They almost had everything, but they were back to their lives without each other again. All because she wanted to keep them together.

timeskip.

Time flew and it was already the sixth sunday. A car stops in front of a building. A condominium to be exact. He enters the building as he brought with him a box of cake. Pressing the elevator button, it opens at his command and he enters.

Soon he arrives at his floor, walking down the hallway to look for a certain room. As he walked more, he was already standing in front of the unit.

Sighing, he rings the doorbell, he could hear it from the outside followed by footsteps nearing the door. It opens to see a familiar face. He forces a smile, "Doyoung."

"Winwin? Andito ka?" Doyoung leans against the door frame, as he asked.

"Mag-usap tayo. Please." The older one obliges, nodding to the inside of his unit. Winwin hesitantly moves along inside, as he took a step he took his time to admire the place.

He chuckles, "Ganda ng lugar mo pre ah."

Doyoung mimics his actions, "Salamat ah."

He walks to his dining table, "Upo ka muna."

Taking notice of the pitcher of juice that stood on his table, he pours some on one of the glasses that were displayed there as Winwin watches his actions. "Here." The older offers the drink which the younger accepts and he finally sits down. "Thank you."

"Now, ano gusto mo pag-usapan?" Doyoung leans back om his chair, crossing his arms against his chest.

"Kaibigan natin."

"Which one?" Winwin rolled his eyes at the question.

"Si Y/N."

"Ano?" The younger pursed his lips at the stubbornness of Doyoung.

"I know we all haven't talked to her at all pero before that may gusto pa akong linawin."

Before Winwin continues to speak, he steadies his breathing and composed himself, "Gusto mo pa ba siya?"

Doyoung felt dry in his throat and his mind blank. He didn't want to admit that he never let go of this love he felt since their younger days.

"B-bakit? Ikaw ba?" He stuttered, sitting up.

"I asked you first pero...oo. Pero I will let go. I can move on." Winwin takes a hold of his glass, sipping on it to taste the sweet tang of apple. "Madaming nagbago, pero kayong dalawa hindi. Lalo na diyan." He hovers over his seat to lean across the table and point at Doyoung's chest where his heart exactly lied.

Winwin fixes his position and stood up straight.

"Marami pa namang oras, she'll stay longer pero malay mo...mahuli pa rin ang lahat." He takes his glass again and chugged all its contents, finishing with an exhale as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Doyoung stayed quiet still but Winwin knew he still loved her so much. He did feel jealous over all their interactions the past weeks but destiny already wrote its own story waiting to be told by the characters.

"So? Ano na gagawin mo?"

scene change.

It was a chill bonding for the siblings at the mall. About to go home with so many bags hung on their arms. They were about to walk across the street, waiting while the stoplight for the pedestrian lane was on red.

It was then Jeno suddenly looked pale, fumbling around, checking his pockets, and shopping bags. His sister took notice of this as she questions with eyebrows furrowed, "Jeno, ano meron?"

"Ate..." He smiles sheepishly and she knew he messed something up.

"Ano nanaman tignan mo oh patawid na tayo!"

"Yung susi ng bahay..." He looks down at his feet, guilt evident in his voice.

"Ano?" She rakes her hair in frustration and exhaled as if there was smoke coming from her nostrils, "Saan mo naiwan yun? Nako ka dali balik ka dun!"

Before she could say anything else, he dashes off to the mall. Pushing his way through many people and looking through every store they went to.

She looks back at the stoplight, not noticing that the people already have crossed the street.

The figure on the spotlight walked faster, signaling to pedestrians that the vehicles were about to go.

A cry was heard, her ears perking up at the wails. She looks around to see the child in the middle of the road. Her eyes widened, dropping everything she held to grab the child before the cars would drive.

The drivers were already honking their horns but this only brought brought more distress to innocent child that didn't know what to do.

She runs, earning gasps from the other people but she didn't care. Her feet had landed on the road and she continues to save the child out of danger.

Holding the kid's hand as they met eyes, "Halika."

Running away from the road with the child, they safely arrive on the pedestrian lanes. Earning claps and whistles from the other strangers, she bows at their cheers as a woman comes rushing who she assumed was the mother.

"Thank you. Salamat po talaga."

"Walang anuman."

She takes a step back and composes herself from the sudden events, when she hears Jeno calling for her.

"Ate!" He cried, following his gaze that focused beside her. A car running towards her, honking violently but she couldn't process anything right away.

And there she once stood.

scene change.

The friends gathered on top of a low hill overlooking a wide field of lush green grass. The wind blew just right and the sun shone brightly enough. Taeyong, Doyoung, Winwin, Jeno, and Ningning stood there. Taking in the sight of the nature and the blue sky of cirrostratus clouds.

On their hands, they held a white balloon.

Taeyong, Doyoung, Winwin, Jeno, and Ningning stood there. Taking in the sight of the nature and the blue sky of cirrostratus clouds.

"Ready?" Taeyong starts, looking at his friends as they nodded.

"3...2...1..." And the balloons flew high to the sky. Free and not of care where to go. They watch the balloons go high and higher until it was out of sight. They smile, but the tears pooled in their eyes.

"Masaya naman na siguro siya no?" Ningning asks, wiping away her tears with the sleeves of her dress.

"Kasama na niya sina Papa't Mama." Jeno smiled, his eyes never yet leaving the sky.

"Ngayon kung mamiss niyo siya, tingin nalang kayo sa langit." Winwin says as he sighed.

"Kung saan niya tayo babantayan." Doyoung adds and they all share gazes again, chuckling and agreeing on his statement.

It was a rollercoaster the past weeks, but they all spent time together again. Where they shared laughs, stories, argued, but in the end they were still friends. The same way they were when they were still killing time with pacifiers and milk.

And on this day, marks the end of her Seven Sundays.

[whoseafraidofliloleme]

Since you can think of a lot of aus or tropes for the members.. what tropes or characteristics (?) Do you think suits them the most?🤔... Like for me its

Popular *crush ng bayan* senior! Heeseung 😍

Bad boy / tsundere! Jay 🤤

Sweetheart senior! Jake 😇

Narcissistic popular! Sunghoon 🥵

Sassy bestfriend! Sunoo 💅

Class president! Jungwon 🤓

Enemy! Ni-ki 😈... Now that I think abt it they're all students in these tropes😅😂

And like majority if them would probably be x Sweetheart! reader or a chaotic! reader

*Crush ng bayan kinda means that everyone or like a majority has had/have a crush on the person at some point 🙈

Aww thanks for the compliment Nonny.

I love this ask, it's a very interesting question so be prepared for my longass answers.

Heeseung: The campus crush, everyone is in love with him, similar to See Right Through Me Heeseung.

I love the idea of Bad Boy Heeseung as well, hence I'm writing Wrecking Her Plans 😂.

Outside of school, I think Heeseungs trope could be the CEO trope or Office Lovers, I can totally see a cute office romance starting Heeseung.

With how sweet Heeseung is, a Neighbour's au seems very on brand too.

Jay: Grumpy Jay just hits different 😂. Peace is a good example of that.

The Rich boy trope was MADE for Jay and I'm pretty sure there are fics with Rich Jay as a trope.

At some point I want to write a simp for reader Jay. That might just be my next smau 😂.

Oh a Chef au for Jay. His en-log was very much giving me rich chef making his friends try his dishes before he puts them on the menu vibes.

Jake: The boy is a golden retriever in human form so puppy love/first love trope would be perfect for him.

Sunghoon: I like the mysterious classmate trope for Sunghoon.

But I also think he'd be great in a secret admirer au.

I love the idea of Shy Sunghoon as well, he would be the sweetest, shy Sunghoon with an Extrovert Reader 😂.

Sunoo: He's sassy for days, so frenemies to lovers, like they aren't really enemies but they do love to banter.

I can also see Sunoo as the helpful senior that has a crush on a younger student so he does everything he can to help her and she's got a crush on him too but their both too scared to admit it 😂😂.

Jungwon: Well I already did Student Council President in Unexpected Partners.

A rivals to lovers, I can see with Jungwon, they are both always battling it out for top place. The banter, the rivalry would be top tier until they realise their feelings.

Jungwon is such a sweetheart, I can definitely see him in a sweet college romance. He's just a sweetie pie.

Oooh, Secret Admirer au would be good for Jungwon as well, like these chaotic idiots trying to figure out who his secret admirer is 😂😂.

Niki: I agree that an enemies to lovers would be good for Niki.

I also think he would suit a Gamer au, like I don't know anything abt games but he seems like a Gamer bf 😂.

Class clown as well would fit Niki and I just love that idea.

And those are some of my ideas. This was such fun to do and I actually really want to write the Secret Admirer Jungwon fic and the Simp for reader Jay fic so I'm gonna go plan those 😂. No one be surprised if I suddenly have new Jaywon fics 😂😂.

[thatsgay-writes]

Maybe a Korra x reader who has the powers of she ra

(Female Reader)

You were a non bender and had been friends with Korra way before you found the sword. The two of you had been friends since childhood, before Korra and her parents even knew she was the avatar. You were even there when Korra found and took in Naga. When Korra was sent to the White Lotus compound, the White Lotus had tried to end all of Korra’s friendships so she could focus on her training, but you would sneak into the compound almost every night. The guards were usually asleep half the time you snuck in, so it was never that hard to sneak past them.

You were there for Korra when she would reach new achievements, mastering water bending, fire bending, earth bending, etc. You had managed to befriend Katara, who had been the first to recognize the looks of love that you sent the avatar (reminding her of how Aang looked at her). So you didn’t have to sneak in as often the older you got and would just go with Katara instead.

You didn’t go to Republic City with Korra, which broke your best friend’s heart. But she understood why, your mother had gotten sick from an unknown disease and someone had to watch your family bakery until she got better. The two of you would send letter through out the time of separation and all was going well, until your mother passed.

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Her death had been sudden but not surprising. You had lied to Korra that your mother was getting better when in reality, the last family member you had was slowly slipping away. Not even Katara could heal your mother. You went into a deep depression soon after your mother’s funeral and threw yourself into work. The more you worked, the less time you were alone with your thoughts, the less time you were stuck in an empty house. Slowly, but surely, your letters to Korra were blander and less frequent. Your love for her never faded, but the excitement in your life had.

Finding the sword was your saving grace. You didn’t know how much longer you could last, all the days slowly meshing together into a mess. You had gone on a walk, not something you did often because it left you alone with your thoughts. But something had been, seemingly, calling out to you, urging you to walk. When feeling the urge, you didn’t hesitate to follow it, maybe it was the spirits calling you home to be reunited with you mother.

A cave, a freaking cave... Is what you thought as you stood outside of it. By now, the snow that was falling softly had picked up and you knew you wouldn’t be able to return home until it had calmed. You walked slowly into the cave, trying to make sure there was no wild animal inside of it. As you were checking the cave, a light caught your eye. You followed it to its source, interested in what shone so bright in a cave so dark.

The sword was stabbed into the ground, vines wrapped around it. The light was coming from a bright blue crystal in the middle of the hilt. Who would leave such a beautiful sword here? You wondered as you walked closer to it, looking for traps or even a dead body. When you found nothing, you grabbed the sword and pulled it from the stones and vines. As soon as it was released, a surge of power blasted you back and into the cave wall, knocking you out.

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You kept and studied the sword after you had woken up in the cave, sword still in hand. You told no one else of what you had witnessed or found and studied in silence, continuing to run your bakery in the day time and practice with the sword through the night. The Legend of She-ra is what the sword was, or supposed to be. You read through the book that most people called a fantasy novel and not non-fiction. You read about the adventures of the best friend squad and a world called Etheria, that was filled with princesses and magic.

You had been confused of the reason that the sword had ended up on Earth but by doing more digging, you found that over thousands of years ago your earth had been Etheria. The magic of the planet slowly effecting everyone and giving them the ability to bend. You learned about how there was light and dark magic, what Raava and Vaatu were made of. How someone named Prince Peekablue created the spirit world with the last of their magic for loved ones to wait for each other before finding eternal peace. Having used their magical powers to see beyond perception to make what they imagined a reality and how the spirit world only became stronger and visible as the magic of the spirits grew.

You read how when the last She-ra, Adora, died the sword wouldn’t work again until it was needed. You read how the sword was hidden for generations until the last of Adora’s bloodline had died out and the sword was lost to the world. Luckily, there were instructions on how to use the sword and practice with it for when it was found. You thanked the spirits that Catra, Finn, and the other authors of the book had left such important information.

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When Korra returned to the Southern Water Tribe, you weren’t there. After greeting her parents and showing her friends were they would be staying, she ran off towards her best friend and crush’s house. She had missed you since she left the South Pole and even more when you both stopped sending letters. She had tried to get over you and date Mako but it ended almost as fast as it happened. She hoped that being back at the South Pole would rekindle your friendship and maybe even let it go beyond that if she convinced you to return to Republic City with her.

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“Korra! Slow down!” Bolin yelled at the avatar as she ran towards your family bakery. Korra just rolled her eyes at Bolin, “C’mon, if you keep up with me, I’ll get you some food. They have the best kale cookies in the world!” Bolin’s eyes lit up at Korra’s proposal and he managed to keep up with her the rest of the way. Both of them ignoring how Mako and Asami rolled their eyes at the two’s childish behavior.

Korra reached the door to the bakery and attempted to enter, being confused when the door wouldn’t budge. “What the...?” Korra muttered as she looked through a window in the building to see that it was empty with chairs put on the tables. Bolin was sad that he wouldn’t be getting any cookies. Korra noticed someone standing across the street and ran over to ask about the bakery. “Excuse me? Excuse me!” “Huh? Oh wow your the avatar!” The kid said as Korra got their attention. “I... Um, yeah. Do you happen to know why the bakery’s closed?” The kid looked around Korra and at the building she was motioning to. “Oh, yeah. The bakery hasn’t been open for almost a month! It sucks too cause they had the best muffins.” The kid said with a frown, causing Korra to frown as well. “A month...” She mumbled to herself, what had she missed while she was away?

Korra tried your house too but you weren’t there. She let her friends go do whatever as she went to Katara to try and find you. “Katara!” Katara looks up from what she was doing and gave Korra a kind smile. “Korra, what can I help you with?” “Do you know where y/n is? Or her mom?” Korra asks hoping Katara knew and not liking it when Katara gained a frown on her face. “You mean y/n never told you? I had just assumed...” “Told me what?” Korra asks, worried at Katara’s reaction. Katara lets out a sigh before responding, “Korra... Y/n’s mother passed away. Y/n hasn’t been the same since. A lot quieter, more reserved...” Katara just trails off, not knowing what to say, while Korra feels like the air got knocked out of her. “What...” Korra says, not really asking, with tears in her eyes. Your mom had been like a second mother to her growing up and hearing that she sick was bad enough but finding out she was dead and that you were dealing with it by yourself, hurt more than she could imagine. Katara pulls the young avatar into a hug trying to comfort her. “Y/n has been gone for almost a month. She told me she would be safe before she left. She didn’t want me to worry.” Katara says, hoping to lessen the worry on Korra.

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You had left to go to the swamp where the Bayan-grove tree was located. You wanted to go to the spirit world and learn more about magic. You knew that only air benders were supposed to be able to go to the spirit world, but with the new knowledge of magic, you hoped you would be able to as well. So you went to the place most tapped into magic. The tree had grown right over where you read the heart of Etheria was located before all the magic in it got released. You meditated and practiced with the sword everyday, wanting to master using the sword and the other things it could turn into. You hoped that going to the spirit world could connect you with Mara or Adora or anything to help you know that you were the one meant to get the sword, that you were doing what you were supposed to do with the sword, and that you were ready to use it if need be. You weren’t able to enter the spirit until Korra opened the first spirit portal.

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You spent days in the spirits with a spirit that went by the name of Swift Wind. He was an alicorn that was the previous She-ra’s animal companion, similar to how Aang had Appa and Korra had Naga. You had inquired about when you would be able to get an animal companion but Swift said that it had to happen naturally. You didn’t know how long you had spent in the spirit world but it felt like days before you felt a sudden shift through out the spirit world. “What was that?’ You ask Swift Wind as you felt a sudden disheartening feeling. Swift Wind lifts his horn into the air and you watch as his eyes get big. “Vaatu has escaped.”

(There will be a part 2🙂)

Part 2

[crispybasil]

Sunshowers

maliksi x reader

A/N: pre-relationship fic? kinda a ‘how you met kinda thing’, based off the myth that when it rains while the sun is out a tikbalang is having a wedding. also i kinda went off of maliksi’s personality in the komiks and that one moment where alexandra basically threatened to slit his throat - 🔮

contains: fluff, himbo maliksi, reader being kinda done with life, but hey you get a free ride AND a future boyfriend so it all checks out

word count: 768

“Tangina naman, ba’t umuulan habang nandyan pa yung araw ha?!” You huffed as you looked up towards the sky, a slow drizzle of raindrops quickly turning into a full-on shower as you ran across the streets of Manila. You didn’t even care that you were jaywalking anymore as you desperately searched for a place to wait out the sudden rain.

Stopping by a small carinderia you sighed and sat down on one of the plastic stools, ordering pancit from the menu so that you could at least offer some patronage in exchange for the shelter. “Malalate na ako…” You grumbled to yourself as you looked down at your watch. Honestly, you should probably just cut your losses and get a taxi but the real question is if you would have enough to afford the pamasahe.

“Ok ka lang ma’am?” A voice asked from beside you as you looked to see a long-haired man in a leather jacket seemingly lounging alongside you. “Not enjoying the rain eh? Naawa na is Bathala saatin at pinabigyan ng libreng shower!” He said with a smile clearly trying to lighten your mood and make you talk to him, but you wouldn’t have it.

“Psh, are you sure the tikbalang isn’t getting married?” You rolled your eyes as you searched through your bag for spare one pesos that may hide.

“Haha! I’m actually late to a wedding right now so maybe they’re sending me a message.” The man laughed lightheartedly at your remark which weirded you out a bit.

“You actually believe that? Kwentong bayan lang ‘yan.” You scoffed, counting the coins in your hand wondering if this would be enough to cover the trip. “Unless sinasabi mo na tikbalang ka din?”

“Secret~” He then turned to look you in the eye, “You heading somewhere? Need a ride?”

His offer surprised you, to say the least, random strangers didn’t just offer free rides especially in a carinderia of all places. “Di ba tinuro ng nanay mo not to ride with strangers?” You chided at him but he only smiled brighter.

“Well you gave me a good laugh, I’m Maliksi if you must know.” He tried to flash you a smile but you continued to stare blankly, “Di ba tinuro ng nanay mo that when someone introduces themselves to you, you should too?” Maliksi seemed to have a mischievous glint in his eyes, almost as if he was challenging you.

“Sige nga, I’m y/n.” You said, Maliksi had you intrigued to say the least.

“Nice to meet you, now that hindi kami strangers so do you want a ride? Libre siya~” He really got you there, you had to admit. Besides every minute wasted means less chance of getting there on time…

“Mabilis kang mag-drive?” You asked deadpan as you stared at him, and at this point even his eyes seemed to smile.

“Oo naman señora!” He said this with a sense of pride as he offered his hand to you, you got up without it. “Ah, ganon ka, strong independent type. I like it. Anyway, tara na, malapit lang yung kotse ko.”

He took your hand as he leads you to his car, and you had to admit, with the rain and the light refracting around him he actually looked quite... Handsome. Not that you would ever tell him that of course.

Settled into the passenger seat of the black car, you couldn’t help but wonder what kind of guy Maliksi was. Surely naman a regular person wouldn’t have such a nice car or any car for a matter-of-fact. “Where to y/n?” He asked as he revved up the engine.

“SM.” You replied shortly, “How long will this take? I need to be there in 15 minutes.”

“Then 15 minutes it is.” He smiled dismissively, “Once I drop you off I might as well head to that wedding too.”

“Have fun with the tikbalang.” You smiled and he laughed.

“Trust me, after this, I definitely have a story for them.” The car peeled onto the main road and for once Maliksi paused to look at your face.

“Ano?”

“Wala this is the first time you smiled eh, ang cute mo pala” He chuckled, “Now remember to buckle your seatbelt, ayaw nating madisgrasya~”

It took 10 minutes for him to get you there, but not without a promise to see you again and a small paper slip with his phone number on it. ‘In case you ever need a quick ride again.’ That is what he had said. Try to deny it all you want but you were pretty excited to see him again.