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evermoreness · 4 months ago

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hi lovely!! i had a random idea for a fic where reader is harry’s kindergarten teacher and he lets it slip to you that single dad james thinks she’s pretty? im just imaging a little 5 year old letting that information slip like it’s the most casual thing in the world and meanwhile james is dying of embarrassment hahahha. i just thought it would be cute :)

— This idea is so cute! Thanks for sharing with me, hope you like it! @iloveremmy

secret crush | james potter

pairing: james potter x muggle!reader

summary: dad!james is definitely ready to love again after some time, he just didn't think it would be harry's kindergarten teacher.

obs: feel free to send any requests!

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The small classroom was filled with laughter, crayons, and the chaotic energy only a group of five-year-olds could create. The walls were covered in colorful drawings, some resembling actual objects and others looking more like abstract masterpieces only a parent could pretend to understand.

At the front of the room stood y/n, the most beloved teacher in the entire kindergarten. She had a natural warmth about her, making every child feel special. She was also quick-witted and funny, always finding a way to make the most mundane things exciting. Her students adored her.

And at the center of it all, sitting on one of the tiny chairs like he was some kind of prince, was Harry Potter.

Harry was an interesting child—smart, playful, and with a sass level that could rival a teenager. He had a mop of messy black hair that never seemed to stay put, big green eyes that sparkled with mischief, and a personality far too charming for a five-year-old.

He had been extra sassy today, insisting he was "way too advanced" for their ABC exercises and that "Uncle Moony reads him much harder books." You had learned by now to just nod along when Harry said bizarre things like that.

You had taken a particular liking to him. Not that you played favorites (at least, not openly), but something about Harry made you want to protect him even more than the other kids. Maybe it was the fact that he was being raised by a single dad, or maybe it was the way he always looked at you with that cheeky little grin whenever he was about to say something absurd.

Right now, that cheeky grin was in full force.

"Miss y/l/n," Harry said, swinging his legs under the table as he colored.

"Yes, love?" you replied, crouching down to his level.

He leaned in as if he was about to share the most confidential secret of his life. "My dad thinks you're pretty."

You blinked.

Oh.

Oh!

You opened your mouth to respond, but Harry, apparently very pleased with himself, continued. "He says you're too young to have this many kids"

Well, you definitely held back the laughter, but as you didn't have an answer to that, you just changed subjects. You leaned over to glance at Harry’s drawing. It was a messy but clearly heartfelt attempt at a stick figure version of himself and his dad, complete with what looked like… a broomstick?

“That’s a great drawing, Harry!” you praised, ruffling his hair. “Is that you and your dad?”

Harry nodded, proudly holding up his masterpiece. “Yeah! That’s me, and that’s Daddy, and he’s flying really fast on his broom because he’s the best at Quidditch!”

Let's say Harry Potter was a really imaginative kid. He would always say some really funny stories about witches and sometimes, he would full on create new words. Like he was just doing now. You found it cute, but little did you know that it was actually all true.

You grinned. “I bet he is.”

Harry’s little legs swung as he beamed. “Yeah! And he says he used to be the best Seeker at Hogwarts! I wanna be like him when I grow up!”

“That’s a great dream,” you said, genuinely warmed by how much Harry admired his father.

James was tall, lean, and had the same messy hair as his son. He was dressed casually, but there was something effortlessly charming about him. And then there were his eyes—warm, hazel, and currently widening in horror as he realized what his son was in the middle of saying.

"And my dad also said—oh, hey, Dad!" Harry greeted, as if he hadn’t just delivered a verbal nuke seconds before.

James, who had clearly heard enough, looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole. "Harry," he started, his voice a little strained, "what exactly have you been telling Miss y/l/n?"

Harry, completely unfazed, gestured at his teacher. "I was just telling her how you think she's pretty."

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. You found it cute how a grown man was becoming all flustered right now.

“I mean—” James rubbed the back of his neck. “I might have said something along the lines of you being… you know… a good teacher.”

Harry frowned. “No, you didn’t.”

James glared at his son. A warning look. A look that screamed drop it, drop it now, child.

Harry, of course, did not drop it.

James let out an awkward, nervous laugh, running a hand through his already messy hair. "Yeah, um, I don't know where he got that from—"

"You said it last night," Harry reminded him. "When you were talking to Uncle Pads and you said—"

"Okay, that's enough, kiddo!" James cut in quickly, picking up Harry like he was a sack of potatoes. His face was an interesting shade of pink now. "Time to go, say goodbye to your teacher!"

Harry, enjoying this far too much, gave you a knowing look before waving. "Bye, Miss! See you tomorrow! Oh, and it's okay! My dad only likes you a little bit."

James groaned. "Oh, for Merlin's sake—"

You, to your credit, simply gave James a bright, amused smile. "It’s fine. Kids say the funniest things."

James, still trying to compose himself, let out a breath. "Yeah. They do."

You tilted your head, studying him for a second. "Though, I have to say, you do have a very smart kid. And very honest."

James gave you a sheepish smile. "Yeah… unfortunately, he gets that from his mother."

There was a flicker of something in his eyes—something sad, something that made you instinctively soften your tone. "She must've been wonderful."

James nodded. "Yeah. She really was."

For a moment, there was a comfortable silence between them. Then, because James couldn't handle any more embarrassment today, he awkwardly cleared his throat. "Right. Well. We'll be going now. Before Harry decides to share my entire life story."

You grinned. "That’s probably a good idea. Have a good evening, Harry. James."

James hesitated for half a second, then nodded. "You too."

As he walked out, still carrying a smug-looking Harry, you couldn't help but shake your head, laughing quietly to yourself.

James Potter, huh?

This was going to be interesting.

As soon as they were outside, James crouched down and gave Harry a look of pure exasperation. “Alright, Prongslet. Why?”

Harry just grinned up at him, utterly unapologetic. “I like Miss y/n. You like Miss y/n. Uncle Padfoot said you should talk to her more. I was helping.”

James dropped his head in his hands. “You and Sirius are banned from talking to each other ever again.”

The aftermath

James Potter was dying.

Not literally—he had survived multiple Quidditch accidents, a war, and Voldemort himself—but right now, standing outside of Harry’s kindergarten classroom, he was convinced that actual death would be less painful than the secondhand embarrassment he had just experienced.

His five-year-old son, his sweet, traitorous, utterly clueless son, had just casually exposed his very real, very secret crush on Miss y/n.

He was never showing his face in that classroom again.

…Okay, that was a lie.

He’d be back tomorrow.

And the next day.

And the day after that.

Because Harry loved school, and James definitely wasn’t going to pull him out just because he got caught being a pathetic twenty-five-year-old with a schoolboy crush on his kid’s teacher.

But, Merlin’s beard, how was he supposed to look you in the eyes again?

But instead, he found himself standing there like an idiot, because—screw it—he wasn’t actually opposed to talking to you.

At first, James had been mortified, barely able to meet your eyes when he picked up his son. But as the days went by, he found himself lingering a little longer each time. It started small—asking how Harry was doing, if he was behaving (spoiler: he wasn’t), and if he was making friends.

But then your conversations stretched longer.

“So, uh,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “I actually wanted to talk to you about Harry.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

James nodded, trying to look serious. “Yeah. His, uh… behavior.”

You blinked, looking at Harry, who was currently playing with another student and doing absolutely nothing wrong.

“…His behavior?” you echoed.

James cleared his throat. “Yes. It’s, uh, very concerning.”

You folded your arms, clearly humoring him. “What exactly is concerning about it?”

James hesitated. “Well. You know. The talking thing.”

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “The talking thing?”

James sighed, knowing you weren’t buying it. “Yeah. You know. The way he just… talks. No filter. Says things. About me.”

You did laugh then, shaking your head. “James, you do realize that’s completely normal for his age, right?”

James groaned. “I was hoping you’d say there was a cure.”

You grinned. “Afraid not.”

James huffed, but there was a smile playing at his lips now. “Brilliant. Well, at least tell me—how do I make sure he doesn’t casually ruin my life every time he opens his mouth?”

You shrugged. “Sorry, but I think you’re doomed.”

James sighed dramatically. “That’s what I thought.” He glanced at Harry again, who was still happily playing, then looked back at you. “Well, I guess I should be glad he didn’t say anything too bad.”

You smirked. “Oh, no, just that you think I’m really pretty and smile a lot when you talk about me.”

James groaned. “Merlin’s sake, why would you repeat it?”

You laughed. “Because it’s funny.”

James shot her a look. “For you, maybe.”

You tilted your head, grinning. “Oh, come on, James. It’s not that bad.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You do realize that I’m going to be forced to relocate and change my name now, right?”

You snorted. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” James deadpanned. “I’ll be John Smith from now on. You’ve never met me before in your life.”

You shook your head, still laughing. “Well, John Smith, if it makes you feel any better…” you hesitated for a second, then shrugged, your voice softer. “I don’t mind what Harry said.”

James froze.

Your eyes were warm, teasing but also… something else.

And suddenly, James realized—maybe this wasn’t as embarrassing as he thought.

Maybe Harry had just given him the best excuse in the world to talk to the woman he’d been secretly crushing on.

And maybe—just maybe—he was okay with that.

For the first time that day, James grinned.

“Well then,” he said. “In that case, I think I can survive the humiliation.”

You chuckled. “Glad to hear it.”

From that day forward, James’s routine of picking Harry up from school became a little different.

At first, he told himself he was just being polite—nothing wrong with staying an extra minute or two to talk to Harry’s teacher, right? Totally normal. Every parent did that.

Except every time, those one or two minutes stretched longer.

And longer.

Until one day, he realized he was actively looking forward to pick-up time—not just to see Harry, but because he’d get to talk to you.

Getting to know each other

James had fully intended to keep his distance after the Incident—as he now called it in his head. He had absolutely not planned to linger when picking up Harry, nor did he intend to talk to you for longer than necessary. But that's not exactly what happened since they had been talking a lot lately.

"Everything good today?" James would ask, standing at the doorway.

"Harry was a little sassy during storytime," you would say, amused. "He insisted he already knew how it ended and started narrating over me."

James sighed, rubbing his temple. "Of course, he did. Did he at least get it right?"

"Surprisingly, yes," you said. "Honestly, he’s way too smart for a five-year-old."

James smirked. "He gets it from me, obviously."

"Oh, obviously," you teased, raising an eyebrow.

And then, the next day…

"Harry told me today that he was going to ‘summon his broom’ to get out of naptime."

James coughed. "Uh. Kids have wild imaginations, don’t they?"

"Mhm," you said, amused. "Though, I have to say, that’s a very specific thing to imagine."

James quickly changed the subject.

And then, the next day after that...

He found himself lingering near your desk, watching Harry shove his tiny arms into his backpack with all the grace of a rampaging hippogriff.

“So,” James started, leaning against the desk, “should I be worried about his academic future, or is struggling with backpack logistics a phase?”

You grinned. “Don’t worry, it’s a phase. I think.”

James sighed dramatically. “Merlin’s sake, that’s a relief. I was beginning to think I’d have to enroll him in some kind of Backpack Etiquette for Beginners course.”

You chuckled. “Well, I do give him stickers when he remembers to pack up neatly.”

James blinked. “That’s brilliant.”

You shrugged, smirking. “Bribery works wonders at this age.”

James laughed. “Noted.”

And just like that, their conversation stretched past the usual parent-teacher exchange.

James found himself not in a rush to leave.

You didn’t seem to mind.

And Harry, for once, didn’t interrupt with any more mortifying revelations.

A win for James.

A week later, James arrived earlier than usual and found you organizing a small shelf of children’s books.

“Expanding their literary horizons?” he asked, stepping closer.

You looked up, smiling. “Trying to. Some of them are still convinced books are just really boring building blocks.”

James smirked. “Ah, yes. The tragic underappreciation of literature.”

You chuckled. “Exactly.” you tilted your head. “Did you like reading when you were a kid?”

James shrugged. “I liked it. But I wasn’t the sit-quietly-and-read type. That was Remus.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Remus?”

“My best mate,” James explained. “Loves books. Absolute nightmare when you try to pull him away from one.”

You grinned. “Sounds like the kind of student I’d love to have.”

“Oh, absolutely,” James said. “Meanwhile, I was the kid causing problems in the back of the class.”

You pretended to gasp. “You? Causing trouble? I would never have guessed.”

James smirked. “Shocking, I know.”

You fell into easy conversation after that, sharing stories about school, books, and the different kinds of students you had over the years.

James barely noticed the time passing.

Neither did you.

"Alright, I have to ask," you said one day, arms crossed as you leaned against the doorway. "What’s up with Harry and the ‘Uncles’?"

James blinked. "What do you mean?"

"He talks about Uncle Padfoot and Uncle Moony constantly," you said. "Are they even real people?" you said, knowing that those names were definitely not usual. Maybe they were imaginary friends.

James tried not to laugh, he couldn't explain it to you in a detailed way, you were a Muggle after all. "Padfoot and Moony are my best mates. They are very real. It's just their nicknames. Padfoot is Sirius, Moony is Remus."

You smiled, trying to understand why they were even called that. "I swear, sometimes Harry sounds like a tiny old man when he quotes them."

James laughed. "That… yeah, that tracks. They’ve been around his whole life."

You smirked. "So, which one gives the worst advice?"

"Oh, definitely Sirius," James said immediately. "He told Harry once that he could read his mind and my poor kid spent the rest of the week scared to think"

You burst out laughing. "That’s terrible!"

"I know!" James said, grinning. "Remus had to be the voice of reason that day, convincing Harry that his uncle couldn't read his mind"

The small talk everyday was becoming a habit.

James would ask about your day, and you would roll your eyes and dramatically recount whatever chaos had ensued in your classroom—kids throwing crayons, glue disasters, the occasional crying over absolutely nothing. You were expressive, funny, and had this energy that James found… comforting.

You, in turn, asked about James—not just about Harry but about him. His work, his hobbies, things he liked. And James found himself telling you, actually enjoying your chats instead of awkwardly stumbling over his words like he thought he would.

But, of course, Harry noticed.

"Dad," Harry groaned one afternoon as James leaned against the classroom doorway, chatting away with you while other parents picked up their kids. "You’re doing it again."

James blinked down at his son. "Doing what, Prongslet?"

Harry huffed dramatically, grabbing his tiny backpack. "Talking and talking and talking."

You burst into laughter. "Oh no, Potter, you’ve been caught."

James narrowed his eyes at his son. "Maybe I like talking to your teacher, kiddo."

Harry groaned even louder, stomping toward the door. "Ugh, come on! We're always the last ones now!"

You laughed, nudging Harry’s nose playfully. "Oh, come on, am I that bad?"

Harry sighed dramatically. "No, but Daddy talks to you too much."

James cleared his throat. "Well, I just—y’know—parent stuff. Making sure you’re doing okay."

Harry squinted at him. "Uh-huh. Sure, Dad."

You smirked. "Guess I must be very interesting, huh?"

James ran a hand through his hair, looking away. "Uh… yeah. I mean, no—I mean—"

You just chuckled and waved at Harry. "See you tomorrow, little tornado."

Harry grumbled something under his breath about adults being annoying and led the way out.

James followed, but not before sneaking one last glance at you.

Getting some advice (from the professionals)

By the time a couple of weeks had passed, James knew he had to do something.

Because this? This standing-in-the-doorway-every-day-for-way-too-long thing? This was not normal behavior. He wasn’t just talking to you about Harry anymore. He liked talking to you, period.

And that? That was terrifying.

You were the first person he’d felt anything for since Lily. It wasn’t the same—Lily had been his great, big, all-consuming love. But you? You were warmth, laughter, easy conversations, and teasing smiles. And that was something.

Which meant he was going to do the scariest thing he’d done since facing off against Voldemort.

He was going to ask you out.

Sirius and Remus, of course, had opinions.

"You just gotta charm her, Prongs," Sirius said confidently, lounging on James' couch. "Lay it on thick—tell her she’s the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen, maybe throw in a ‘your eyes shine brighter than the stars’—"

Remus snorted from his chair. "Yes, James. Do that. That definitely won’t make her think you’re a lunatic."

Sirius furrowed his brows at his boyfriend "Hey! I think it worked wonders when i charmed you to like me"

Remus gave him a look "When did exactly you charmed me, pads?"

Sirius was quick to answer "Second year, of course, and it worked!"

Remus was trying not to laugh "Do you actually know that it didn't work, i just liked you back?"

Before Sirius could even snap back, his face surprised, James groaned, dropping his head into his hands. "I don’t need to charm her. I just… need to not make a fool of myself."

Sirius smirked. "Well, that’s impossible. But, hey, shoot your shot."

James was pacing his living room, gripping his hair. "I can’t do it. I can’t do it."

Sirius was looking deeply amused. "You, the James Potter, too scared to ask a woman out? This is history in the making."

Remus, sitting in an armchair, gave a long-suffering sigh. "James, it’s just coffee."

"Just coffee? Moony, I haven’t dated since Lily!" James threw his hands up. "What if she says no? What if she thinks I’m a terrible father for even thinking about dating?"

"Mate," Sirius said, sitting up. "I promise you, the last thing she’s thinking is that you’re a terrible father. She likes you."

James scoffed. "She doesn’t like me."

Sirius smirked. "Oh, yeah? Then why does she always smile at you? And laugh at your terrible dad jokes? And talk to you for an eternity?"

"That’s just—she’s nice!" James insisted.

Remus gave him a knowing look. "James. Just ask her."

James groaned. "Fine. But if I make an idiot of myself, I’m blaming both of you."

He was really going to ask you out.

Taking actions

It was a Friday afternoon. James had spent the entire day hyping himself up. This was it. No more standing around like an idiot. No more pretending he was just talking about Harry.

He was going to ask you out. Casually. Coolly. Like a totally normal, smooth person.

(He was absolutely not smooth.)

"Hey, y/n," James started as he leaned on the doorway of the classroom, trying to look relaxed.

You, who was organizing a chaotic pile of paper, looked up and smiled. "Hey, Potter. You’re right on time for the usual end-of-the-day complaints from your son."

Harry, currently sulking with his backpack, threw up his hands. "They played ring around the rosie today! Do you know how boring that is?!"

You laughed. "What, not exciting enough for you?"

"No!"

James smirked. "That’s tragic, mate."

Harry crossed his arms. "Can we go now or are you gonna talk for twenty years again?"

James cleared his throat. Now or never.

"Actually," he said, looking at you, "I was wondering if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime."

You blinked. "What?"

James internally panicked. "Casual coffee. Like—like two people, drinking coffee, talking, existing in the same space—"

You raised an amused eyebrow. "Are you asking me out?"

James wanted to die. "I—I mean—yeah? But, like, you don’t have to—"

You grinned. "James."

He swallowed. "Yeah?"

"I’d love to."

James froze. "Wait. What?"

You smirked. "I said yes, Potter. You good?"

James stared at you, processing, before a slow grin spread across his face. "Oh. Well. That’s… good. That’s great. That’s—"

Harry groaned. "Finally!"

James turned to him. "Oh, what now?!"

Harry threw his hands up. "It took you forever to ask her! I thought you were never gonna do it!"

You laughed. "Seriously?"

James groaned. "Can’t anything be a secret in this family?"

You just smirked. "Apparently not."

James, still grinning, nodded. "Alright then. Coffee it is."

And for the first time in a long time, James felt something that wasn’t just surviving. He felt happy.

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circeyoru · 8 months ago

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Loyalty of The Shadow _ Part 2

[Sung Jinwoo x Friend!Reader]

Part 1 — Part 2 (here) — Part 3

You gave Jinwoo the eyes when you heard the words out of his mouth. No way. You jumped off the couch and threw the manhwa in your hands into the air, while the Shadow knight scrambled to catch it, you stomped your way over to the two Hunters. “Sung. Jin. Woo! No way are you going to name your one and only guild as—!! Why are you all soaked?!”

Your anger disappeared the moment your eyes caught sight of Jinwoo’s appearance, before he could even answer your question, you had rushed into a room (that he is not even familiar with) and came back with a fluffy towel. Your hand signaled at your shadow and another knight emerged to raise you up to Jinwoo’s eye level. You dapped the towel over his head and started drying him off.

“You’ll catch a cold at this rate.” You pouted while you continued to dry his hair, feeling the towel slowly absorb the water from Jinwoo.

There was his muffled chuckle and you heard him comment half lightedly, “You know I don’t get sick.”

Your eye twitched and your gentleness turned to playfulness as your speech quickened and you started viciously rubbing the towel against his head and then face. “Well, guess you can handle this too.”

For a few seconds, Jinwoo let you do all that with a smile that was hidden by the towel. Then, his hands raised to your sides and hovered there, “Are you going to stop?”

“Nope!”

“You asked for it.”

“Huh?” Your confusion was a brief nenosecond before your erupted into laughter. “Hahahahha!!! St—!! Hahah!!! Stop!! Hahahha! Can’t breathe! Hahhaahhahhaaa! Stop it!!”

“You reaped what you sow.” You heard Jinwoo’s chuckle.

Jinho watched with a blink expression, soon stating as monotonous as reflect of his mood. “Can you two get a room.”

Jinwoo finally stopped and you were also finally allowed to catch your breath. You leaning against Jinwoo’s chest unconsciously and Jinwoo’s hands on your shoulders to stablize you from falling over. While you were busy catching your breath, you completely missed the way Jinwoo softly smiled at you like a precious being in his heart.

Knock. Knock.

“Who is it?” Jinho looked over to the door and went to answer it.

“This is Hunter Sung Jinwoo’s Guild office, right?”

Your ears perked up at the voice and dashed over, opening the door wider with a beaming smile, immediately greeting her without giving Jinho a chance. “Hunter Cha!”

The S-Rank Hunter blinked in surprise and looked at you bewildered, “You’re here too?”

You hummed, grabbing Hae-In’s hand to pull her into the office. “Yup! It’s been a while since we last saw each other, huh? Did you try that new cafe I recommended?”

“Yes, it was a pleasant experience,” Hae-In smiled back, “I even brought my raid team once, they loved it too. It was a good recommendation for sure.”

“Glad you can have some relaxation from all that Hunter business.” You jabbed a thumb in Jinwoo’s supposed direction and rolled your eyes, “That Jinwoo is a workaholic, or raidaholic if you know what I mean, never misses a chance to just go into a dungeon and raid…”

A rough hand was placed on your shoulder and pulled you back, then your sight was half covered by Jinwoo’s back. You looked up at him, he had his eyes on Hae-In with indifference and a hint of annoyance? Well, you didn’t think of anything else since his tone was the same as always, “Hunter Cha, what are you doing here?”

Hae-In’s fingers rubbed each other, you caught her nervousness, an unusual sight for sure. “Um… Your Guild…” She looked up at Jinwoo in the eyes as she requested. “I’d like to join it.”

“De—”

“Let’s all sit down first and talk!” You interrupted, stepping out from behind Jinwoo. You once more took her hand in yours and led the way. “Right this way please.” You turned to Jinho, “Can you prepare some snacks and drinks, please, Vice-master?”

“Yeah! Sure!” Jinho was quick on the uptake and left the scene.

Jinwoo sighed and eyed his shadow where multiple pairs of eyes stared down, some moving as though shaking their heads. Then he made his way over to where you had seated Hae-In and sat on the couch opposite to hers. Why is it so hard to get a moment between us…?

As much as you hated serious business and Jinwoo knows that, he stilled pulled you down on the couch to sit next to him for his chat with Hae-In. To cure your boredom, your assigned Shadows had helped you retrieve your stuck of manhwa you were read before Jinwoo’s return. And because Jinwoo wanted to be clingy and hold a part of you, you satisfied his wish by plopping your head on his lap while your legs hang off of the arm of the couch burying your face in the pages of your manhwa.

“Then why… would you want to join my ‘Solo Play’ Guild?” Jinwoo asked seriously.

“Y— Your Guild’s name is ‘Solo Play’?!” See? Even Hae-In was shocked like she saw an S-Rank ghost or something.

“Yes, what’s the problem with the name?”

“Everything’s the problem.” You lowered your manhwa to glare at Jinwoo.

He looked down at you. “Me and the Vice-master agreed to it.”

“Hyung-nim, did you just say that we agreed? It was never decided in the first place! What about the names I suggested?!” Jinho shouted from across the room.

“??” Jinwoo looked over in the direction of Jinho, genuinely confused while you and Hae-In followed the conversation with blank stares and faces. “You didn’t say anything so I thought that you agreed.”

As the conversation shifted back to between Jinwoo and Hae-In, you observed the situation silently and faking your attention on your manhwa. Hae-In’s expression and her speech. Your eyes slowly blinked and you continued to read your manhwa once you figured it out. Hunter Cha Hae-In has fallen in love with Jinwoo.

It was obvious why people would fall for someone like Jinwoo. From zero to hero, from E-Rank to S-Rank, from weakest to strongest. Jinwoo’s change was like night and day. You saw many of these transformations in your stories and the like, but it was just that, stories. In a world like this, Jinwoo’s change was odd and miraculous. A fairy tale change.

But you’ve seen and heard of all the hardships he faced. It wasn’t easy and it wasn’t done with the snap of his fingers. Sure the results now was what everyone focused on. Though, where were they when he was at his lowest? Fighting for his life and for the betterment, no, survival of his family. None stick to him. None flock to him with pure intent.

Not to say those that flock to him now have pure intent too.

Still though, it wasn’t your place to be so judgmental when you were neither an influential figure nor a Hunter. You were just Jinwoo’s long standing friend.

“I only need one more member for my Guild, I don’t plan to make it big.” Jinwoo spoke firmly, a finger pointed down at you, “And that spot is reserved for this friend of mine. So I must decline your request to join.”

“You need Hunters to be your member in your Guild, not citizens.” Hae-In flinched.

“I had asked the Chairman and it was alright.” Jinwoo looked down at you and gently moved your book by the binder down to reveal your face staring up at him. “I just need your consent to finalize.”

You raised a brow at him, “I personally think Hunter Cha would be a better match as a member though.” You moved the book away from his hold and continued your point, “Just think, the country’s smallest Guild with 2 S-Rank Hunters. Quite the name, no?”

Jinwoo sighed, “Actually, there’s an entrance test for our Guild.”

“H- Huh?! That wasn’t in the recruiting notice…”

“I guess that the Vice-guild master must’ve made a mistake, since it’s a new rule for outsiders.” Jinwoo glanced over to Hae-In.

“What kind of test is it?” Hae-In stared back at Jinwoo, unmoving.

She’s stubborn. Jinwoo eyed at you who was back to reading without a care in the world. And so are you… “You have to win against one of my summons.”

Long story short, you somehow was got roped into joining the fight, not as a fighter but as a spectator or a judge if you will. Since you have a nack for observing people and pinpointing weakness to be improved, Jinwoo would more often than not bring you along for his private dungeon raids and training. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

Because Jinwoo was always flexing his power and strength, not to mention his Shadows were fun to hang around.

Now that you’re here, you wondered if setting Beru as Hae-In’s opponent was a good thing. You bet she still has some trauma from the Jeju Raid. You thought Jinwoo would be lenient and ask for Igris to fight Hae-In. Speaking of…

You looked at the knight standing by you with his cloak wrapped around you to protect you from the aftermath of Beru’s strikes and Hae-In’s defences. To your right was Jinwoo, though his eyes were on the fight, one of his hand was raised to shield your front. Like he was ready to jump in and stop whenever needed.

If Hae-In were to be accepted into the Guild, she’d have a lot of time to spend with Jinwoo and your moments with Jinwoo would be forfeited, since he’d spend a lot more time in the dungeon and raiding. It was sad to think about, even though Jinwoo would lend his Shadows to keep you company, it wasn’t the same as spending time with Jinwoo.

You do recalled the few moments where you joked about asking to be Jinwoo’s significant other. Though, it was fine in fantasy, but the responsibility of staying was scary. As perfect as it was in stories, you can’t imagine yourself being good enough for Jinwoo as a partner, as a friend—yes, but as a partner? Maybe not.

So why did your heart felt like it’s being squeezed to your death when Jinwoo stepped between Beru and Hae-In, protecting her like a knight in shining armour?

You turned to Igris and had him lean down so you could whisper. “I need some time alone, so I’ll leave first.”

Igris’ behaviour made it look like he didn’t want you to leave and wanted to tell his lord and master. You stopped him and had the Shadows placed on you return to Jinwoo.

“Please do me this favour.”

Reluctantly, Igris nodded in forced understanding.

So you left without a word as silently as you could after giving Igris a headpat.

It was the biggest mistake of your life.

Note: Shhh. Part 2's out. Never gonna make it continue. But here it is... Anyways~ There's also Part 3 being drafted. Prepare for angst!!! Let me know what you think of this one~

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nebelihood · 11 months ago

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THE THING I DID THE THING!!!!

L I'm currently aware I did the placement of characters wrong HAHAHA BUT IN MY DEFENCE. I ONLY WATCHED ONE TIKTOK WITH THIS TREND AND I STARTED TO WORK ON IT RIGHT AWAY. I didn't do research about where the trend came from, I didn't even know it was an anime intro (I'm just so far behind trends and trending animes or mangas AHAHAH I rewatch the same old things all the time so I assumd I was not gonna understand it either way)

WHICH TURNED OUT TO BE QUITE FUNNY BECAUSE-WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO UPLOAD IT TO TIKTOK AND I REALIZED I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO FIND THE SONG, I DISCOVERED IT WAS FROM URUSEI YATSURA! (That's why it's not timed correctly with the song too, cause I only wanted to animate freely Helga doing a funny sneeky walk. ALSO, WHAT'S WORST- I'VE WATCHED URUSEI YATSURA! But I skipped the intro HAHAHA)

Anyways, that's the whole context of why I did the trend wrong but I also don't care but I also wanted to explain it here cause I feel like here people know me more to understand me HAHAHHA.

#hey arnold fanart #hey arnold and helga #hey arnold!#hey arnold #shortaki #2danimation #urusei yatsura #arnold and helga #helga g pataki #helga pataki

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holy-reference-in-a-username · 5 months ago

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OMG IM GOATED...

I've been thinking of doing this for a while now and finally built up the courage to do so!

So here it is some fanart for @holy-reference-in-a-username !

(I'm so sorry if i messed up your sona or your Tom :c)

Now if y'all excuse me I'm gonna cry in my bathroom

#WITH THE SAUCE....#YIPPEEE THANK YOU #i did NOT expect ppl to make fanart of. my fucking sona #lmao #but very welcome!!!!!#hahahha i am relating to you. you cannot stop me. i am going to pin you down and make you confront your deepest thoughts and feelings #(the trick is to analyze your OWN thoughts and feelings. because guess what. humans is the same)#eghhhhheehhehehe tom......#thank you!!!!!!!#holy fanart!!!

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fuyuu-chan · 2 months ago

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"You Are More Important To Me Than Anything Else"

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Reader

Warning: mention of blood loss, death (but not the one who was being paired), not proofread

Fuyuu-chan: adrenaline is running through my veins rn, this was my second fic that i made today but will be the first one i will be posting because i was waiting for something before i post the other one. (spoiler alert: its a yandere fic lol) also this fic was made with no thought process i just kept typing all the way until i was satisfied or smth hahahha

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The day for the 4th raid in Jeju was coming closer. The S Ranks and other hunters who signed up to come with was preparing for the day to come. The S Ranks in Korea that would be coming with was listed: Choi Jong-In Baek Yoonho (Name) Cha Hae-In .....etc.,

Byunggu was supposed to come but Baek recommended that he shouldn't since (name) would be coming along anyway. Which means they have one of the most strongest hunter with them, the second to Jinwoo. And since Jinwoo "wouldn't" come, she would be the strongest from Korea to go there other than the S Ranks from Japan.

As the day approaches, everyone was prepared.

. . .

Once the day arrived. Everyone arrived at the Island. There were so many ants everywhere, standing, crawling and even flying. The other hunters were terrified just by the sight of it but (name) silently observes calculating the risks and such.

As the raid goes on, the plan was for the Korean hunters to be inside the place where the Queen. They have to kill it before it could produce more ants.

(Name) was outside attacking the ants that was approaching the cave while the others inside kills the queen. While some of them was trying to destroy the eggs.

It was all supposed to come to an end, they thought they can finally finished this raid not until this one ant came....the aura was way different from the other ants they fought earlier. This one seems stronger. The happenings was so fast. The ant attacked Cha first making her flew and land hard at the ground. With that attack she was already bleeding hard, she was loosing blood so quickly. The others tried to fight off the ant, to attack in hopes of trying to weaken it and defeat it if it was even possible at this point. There was no healer with them and they couldn't put their attention to Cha because if they did, they will all die here inside and they couldn't take that risk.

Choi managed to talk to (name) through their communication device asking for them to come and help them. (Name) didn't hesitate to come inside to help her friends. She attacked and dodged, doing the best that she can to fight with this strange ant. Her abilities and such was almost comparable to the ant, like they were the same level. The others watch in amazement, of course by now they knew how the ant was most probably an S Rank level if not more stronger but that's probably the most definite answer. But of course who are they to complain about how (name) was so strong she was able to keep up? Definitely not. They would be dumb if they do.

Choi checked up on Cha who was surely dying due to the sudden loss of blood. But what could they do? No one inside with them could heal. And even if he carried Cha outside the cave what are the chances that they would just be met by more ants to go to the helicopter. Its basically...a dead end both literally and figuratively.

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As most of the S Rank hunters was in Jeju Island fighting and hopefully to finish the raid...Jinwoo was with his family, he didn't come especially because his mother just woke up from the eternal slumber. He didn't wanna worry her and he also wanted to spend time with his family. But one of the shadow soldiers he placed on (name) because..well that doesn't matter for now, was sending distress signals. He went to the restroom and went to look on the soldiers eyes and saw what was happening in there, he could tell (name) was doing her best to fight and to save the others but he knows (name) has her limit. if no one would back her up....something terrible could happen...and he couldn't bare the thought of what could possibly happen...at least not to her.

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(Name) could feel her body getting tired, with how fast she and this ant was going back and forth, she knew she was in the losing end at this point but she couldn't give up...not when the others are relying on her right now. They were injured and she heard even someone was dying, and right now she was the only one who can keep up with this battle. She should not disappoint them...definitely not....

If only Jinwoo was here. She knew they have would have a chance on winning. But alas....he wanted to be with his family and she respect that....but... If only....if only she could be like Jinwoo and be everyone's anchor and keep them safe. Will it seriously only remain as "If only"?

With her body almost gonna give up, she could feel she was gonna fall any moment but just then...an arm wrapped around her body, steadying her...she could smell a familiar perfume...she looked up and saw the familiar eyes, the eyes of the person she was thinking about moments ago, the one she hoped who would be here...is finally here.

. . .

Jinwoo exchanged with the shadow soldier almost immediately the moment he saw (name)'s worried face, even though anyone who would see her right now might think she looks unbothered he could tell the slight hint of worry and anxiety. He knew her well enough to be able to know the difference and change on her face.

The moment he appeared behind (name) he catches her the same moment she almost lose balance and almost fell. And with the way she looked up at him, he could tell the hint of relief once she saw him. He gazes at her softly and smile reassuringly and said "I got you, everything would be alright now"

Jinwoo quickly carried her and put her away from the battle but still inside the cave. "Stay here, okay?"

"What about the battle? I could help-" you said almost after he spoke but ended up getting cut off by him.

"You've already done enough, you are tired, let your body rest now. You did good, thank you for protecting the others. So now please let me protect you." he said as he tucks the strand of hair behind her ear away on her face.

"Be careful...please" you mumbled but still enough to let him hear.

"I will...before that drink this so you can regain your energy back" Jinwoo said as he moved the vial of potion closer to your mouth.

You shake your head. "I don't need it...you have to help Cha...she..she was hit hard and is loosing a lot of blood...she needs this more than me" you said as you catch a glimpse of her body on the ground when Jinwoo carried you over here.

Jinwoo looks at the direction where Cha's body was. The pool of blood around her and the way she breathes...its like she is taking her final breaths slowly and painfully as if any second her heartbeat would stop, which is probably the case. Jinwoo could tell you were worried but he didn't want you worrying about someone else when you need help yourself. And how can he tell you that there is nothing he could do now to help Cha? Her case was hopeless at this point. Even if he gave her the potion for healing and this energy potion, there is no reassurance that it would help to keep her alive and even if it did it will only keep her alive for a few moments. That will only be painful for her because of the wound she has, so basically having another long moment with that will only torture her. Especially since there was no healer who would be able to help with the wound.

But he couldn't tell that to (name)...not now at least especially, when her mind is probably running thousand times a minute.

"(Name) listen to me, alright? You need this, this will help you. If i gave this to Hunter Cha...it will only be pointless and a waste since she wouldn't be able to use it, it wouldn't be worth it." He explains. He told quite the few truth in it, but he knew (name) wouldn't understand what he meant right now.

"h-huh..what do you mea-" "sshh you'll understand later on, just please...please drink this, you are more important to me than anything else" he says softly but with a hint of pleading since he couldn't leave (name) without her drinking this and her being weak because of the fight.

She finally relented and got to drink the potion...slowly her energy was coming back as if she had just taken a good nap and woke up refreshed.

Jinwoo breathes out a sigh of relief. He stood up and said "I'll be back, you can stay here and once you are definitely okay, you can help the others to get out of this cave"

"Would you be alright? " "You trust me right?" "I do" "Then I'll be most definitely be okay"

. . .

The time Jinwoo was fighting off the ant, and the moment you regained your composure and energy completely, you went to the others and helped them out to leave the cave as soon as possible. You don't know what Jinwoo is planning but you trust that no matter what he is thinking about, it would be for the best. And maybe because you were so busy with helping out the injured hunters out, it slip off of your mind about Cha.

You don't know why but Choi seems to be hesitating for some reason, he kept looking back inside where they were earlier. Unbeknownst to you, they didn't get to bring Cha's (dead) body due to they needed to help the other hunters and bringing her body would only be a bothersome, they wouldn't be able to move freely.

The moment everyone left the cave, Jinwoo didn't hold back anymore on fighting.

It took probably a few minutes than expected. But soon Jinwoo was finally seen leaving the cave and after he was a bit away the cave starts crumbling, and soon it was just like a pile of soil.

There was a hint of regret and guilt in Choi and Baek's faces, why? You thought. You look around, seeing the other S Ranks and Hunters...wait a second, where is Cha?...don't tell me...how come you didn't realize sooner?...

You glance at Jinwoo and he was already looking at you when you did. He can tell that you just realized what happened. Of course you would, you were always looking after everyone anyway.

Jinwoo went over to your side. "(Name) come on lets go"

"Jinwoo...we can't...Cha-"

"If you're panning on blaming yourself or anything like that, then no I wont allow you to. Its not your fault and we cant do anything about her situation anymore."

Jinwoo pulled you away as everyone was now walking back to the helicopter as soon as the shadow soldiers returned after finishing all the remaining ants.

. . .

Jinwoo kept comforting you and trying to get your mind off of what happened at the Jeju Island. You shouldn't have been guilty on that when it was not your fault anyway. You even tried your best to save everyone until your body almost gives up.

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When Jinwoo reassigned shadow soldiers to be on your side, the ant whom Jinwoo defeated at the raid in Jeju who is now called Beru...requested to be by your side, and be one of the soldiers who would have the privilege to protect you. Beru first hand experience your skills and powers and he definitely respected that and you of course. He wanted to spar again sometime. Jinwoo saw the determination in Beru's eyes and the slight twinkling in them, like a child pleading their parent for something they really want and so Jinwoo put Beru on (name)'s shadow.

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