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earlysunshines · 2 years ago

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(i love you) for sentimental reasons

kindergarden teacher!sana x fem!reader. (pt. 4)

summary: fate seems to love you and sana being alone together, so do your niece and jihyo.

wc: 8k

warnings: mentions of food ; slight (barely) suggestive(?) ; cursing

pt 1. pt2. pt3.

a/n: thank you all for the kind words and support on this series! it was fun writing it and the support on this has been amazing. thank you and enjoy :-]

“What would a young teacher usually order at a cafe.” You ask Chaemin, staring at the espresso machine and pondering. The taller, dark-haired barista looks at you, quirks a brow, then yawns.

“Do I look like I’d know what your five-year-old niece's teacher would like?” Chaemin mutters sleepily, “I’m tired, it’s early, and me personally I need something strong as hell to get me through this damn shift. Maybe she needs something strong since she has to deal with so many kids running around?”

“What if she doesn’t like strong, what if she’s more fond of something sweet? What if she prefers tea?”

“Well maybe you should’ve asked her or something, how do you not know what your dream woman likes.”

“I’m not gonna ask my niece to ask her what her favorite coffee is, that’s weird.”

“You already make Hana tell you about her teacher, I don’t think that would make anything different, y/n.” Chaemin sighs, “Look, I have to prepare for that fucker that orders six drinks and complains to me that they’re not made in two minutes every Wednesday morning. You have fun figuring out what to order for this wonder of a woman, but make it quick. I need to prepare at least 7 shots of espresso before that damn regular walks in.” He says, walking past you and over to the coffee bean grinder.

It’s 7:53 in the morning and the form said to meet in the lobby of the school by 8:30. You’re trying to get your daily caffeine in and decided to ask for an extra beverage to give to your nieces' teacher. Is getting a drink for a woman a form of flirting?

“I’ll just get my usual, and then I guess I’ll get something sweeter and I’ll ask her.”

“Okay, so what’s the sweeter thing gonna be?” Chaemin questions, weighing out the coffee grinds for your usual iced americano. You think to yourself for a bit as he tamps the grinds down and puts a filter on,

“Vanilla latte? Hot, since it’s cold out, maybe she would appreciate that.”

“Can’t go wrong with that I guess.” He sighs while pulling a shot of espresso over a cup of iced water.

You get to the school at 8:23 am, and by the time you’re all parked and in the lobby it’s 8:27.

The lobby is filled with at least sixty kids, probably more. There are four other kindergarten teachers, you assume they’re teachers from the lanyards they wear. At least ten parents are also present, scattered around the lobby with the teachers of their own students. It’s loud and crowded, you wonder if Hana had gotten lost until you look over to the corner to see Hana waving at you, and return the smile at her before making your way to the girl and her class.

Sana watches you with the two coffees in your hand and a smile spread across your face as you walk over to hug your niece, making sure not to spill the beverages. You’re wearing a patched, dark-blue denim jacket and a white t-shirt with a graphic that Sana can’t fully make out, and the t-shirt exposes some of your collarbone, Sana notes. The bottoms you wear are simple, yet effortlessly stylish. You have on washed, dark gray wide-legged jeans that compliment your top, along with black laced loafers to complete the look. Sana thinks you look amazing - Your casual, yet striking style is added to her mental list of what makes you so effortlessly stunning.

After hugging your niece, you make your way over to Sana, the grin that is plastered on your face seems contagious as it makes her grin back. You stand in front of her and greet her with a simple “Hi.” and somehow, her cheeks are already starting to warm up.

“It’s nice to see you, as always,” Sana greets, and you chuckle lightly,

“Yeah, likewise.” You start. The latte that was once about to burn your hands is now at a reasonable temperature, at least one that won’t burn anyone’s tongue (you hope). You look from the latte and back to Sana, “Do you prefer sweet or strong? I stopped by my work and I wanted to get something for you, I didn’t know which you preferred so…” You trail off, looking back at her with uncertainty.

Sana doesn’t know how you’re so perfect.

“Y/n,” She mumbles, looking at the drinks in your hands, “You didn’t have to.”

“I thought you might need some caffeine before working with so many kids you know.” You joke. Sana pauses, you think of her?

She wonders how often the thought of her crosses your mind (which is a lot), and it gives her a little hope in her heart.

“You’re so sweet, Y/n. What are the options?”

“I got a vanilla latte and iced americano. I mean you got an Americano when we ran into each other at the store, but I had to make sure there were options.” You explain, though you realize there are definitely not a lot of options. You'd bring her the whole cafe if you could, just to make sure she could have a beverage that she'd like.

“I’ll take the latte, I like sweet things.” sweet things like you, she thinks to herself. You hand her the warm vanilla latte with a grin before another voice joins in,

“Good morning Sana!” A shorter woman chirps. The woman with the bob has her own hot beverage in her hands, and she’s dressed warmly to fit the weather as it transitions from late fall to early winter.

“Jihyo!” Sana cheers, hugging the woman. You smile at the woman (although your jaw tenses a little. You want to be able to hug Sana like that), and she smiles back after pulling away from the teacher. You examine her outfit; she’s wearing a black coat over a dark form-fitting shirt, and casual blue jeans paired with white tennis shoes to finish the look. She also has a beige bag that is hung on her shoulder and a silver ring on her left ring finger.

Sana looks at the two of you, and she holds back a small giggle looking at your height difference. Jihyo’s head is angled upwards to meet your gaze and even though the woman is shorter – you can’t help but be a little intimidated by such a strong aura: it screams authority.

“Ah, Jihyo, this is Y/n,” Sana says a bit shyly, and the slightly shorter woman with the bob looks back at Sana with slightly raised brows,

“Oh? Is that so?” Jihyo says amusingly, looking back at your taller self. You seem a little smaller under her gaze, and it’s scaring you a little. Jihyo temporarily washes your worries away by sticking her hand out and grinning at you, “I’m Jihyo. Sana has told me a lot about you, it’s nice to meet you in person.”

“She has?” You question, a brow arching. Sana clears her throat and it stops Jihyo from exposing her, though you wanted to know more.

“Y/n, this is Jiyeong’s mom. We used to be roommates,” Sana quickly says. Jihyo just laughs and nods before Sana adds, “Y/n is Hana’s aunt.”

“Oh, you didn’t tell me that,” Jihyo responds with surprise. Jihyo knew your name and that Sana had a really big interest in you, but she didn’t know that you were her daughter's best friend’s aunt. Sana shuts her down before she can say anything more to make her cheeks redden.

You’re confused, to say the least. Sana talks about you? What does she tell Jihyo? Is she into you? You’re thinking a lot of things and you want answers to all the questions you have running through your mind, but for now, you'll have to wait. Sana walks off, face flushed, leaving you and Jihyo to chat with one another.

You look over from Jihyo to her daughter, who is talking to your niece and laughing as they converse.

“My daughter talks about your niece quite often,” Jihyo says, and she’s looking in the same direction as you while she sparks a conversation, “Hana seems like a sweet one, she makes my daughter very happy. It’s nice to meet the one who takes care of her, you must be as kind as Sana says.”

“Thank you,” You respond, turning to see her still looking at the two girls, “Can I ask… What else does Sana say about me?”

“You’ll have to find out yourself.” Jihyo simply states.

Aw, man.

“This is your chance to talk to Ms. Minatozaki alone! I can’t keep being the one to talk to her and then talk to you! I want to talk to Jiyeong too y’know.”

“Oh.”

“Papa was right, you need to be not shy for once,” Hana sighs, “I thought you said you had the cool genes!”

Ouch.

Hana had insisted that you sit with Sana after giving you a lecture, or was it her just scolding you? Same thing. You realize that you literally got lectured by a five-year-old, it humbled you a bit.

The conversation between you and your niece ended after she gave you a pat on the cheek, fist-bumped you, and let you run off on your own as if she was your own guardian – how ironic.

So, you make your way onto the big yellow bus, looking for the familiar face of someone who you think might be an angel. You wave to her and ask if you can sit next to her, she nods happily. Now you’re closer to Sana than you have ever been, all thanks to that five-year-old, and you’re not too mad about it.

You never fully noticed before, but she smelled really good, not in a weird way or anything – it’s just, she smelled like roses, fruit, and vanilla – it really fits her. Her shoulder was dangerously close to yours, and you figured you’d explode if you guys made even the slightest bit of contact.

Sana is dressed up warmly too; she wears a thick, dark gray cardigan with a white shirt under, and the hem of the shirt peaks from under the cardigan. She’s dressed in casual pants, they’re loose on her legs and just a shade lighter than the cardigan she wears, and to top off the whole look, there are white sneakers that she wears. Her hair is tied up into a ponytail, and some strands fall over her face. She looks beautiful, you might faint right then and there.

Sana looks at you again and tilts her head a bit,

“You’re not sitting with Hana?” She questions, and immediately regrets it after wondering whether it sounded like she didn’t want you next to her, because she definitely did want to be next to you; in fact, you were the only thing she had on her mind last night before she fell asleep. You turn your head to look back at your niece, who’s laughing with Jihyo’s daughter,

“Hana wanted to sit next to Jiyeong. I guess it’s not too bad that she didn’t want to sit with me if I get to sit next to you now.” You say boldly. Sana looks at your expression, you look unbothered and the way you just flirted with her was so smooth it had her blushing from ear to ear. You give her your signature, toothy smile, and she has to take a moment, it makes her look away for a few seconds,

“Your niece kicked you out?” Sana teases, trying to compose herself,

“They grow up so fast.” You sigh playfully. Sana giggles.

The bus driver gives the signal that he’s ready to start heading to the art museum, Sana stands up and starts to talk to the students.

“Alright everyone, I’m going to need you all to use your indoor voices for Ms. Minatozaki. If you do so, we’ll get to the museum quicker, alright?” She announces,

“Yes Ms. Minatozaki!”

“Thank you, everyone. We’ll be there in twenty minutes, maybe less if you all behave, so make sure to leave a good impression on the bus driver and make it easier for him to get there!” Sana finally says. The students respond with another “Yes Ms. Minatozaki,” and the young teacher counts all the kids on the bus, making sure she doesn’t miss anyone. After making sure everyone is all aboard, she signals to the bus driver that they’re all good to go. The bus shifts a bit as it starts, then it starts moving forward.

In an attempt to spark small talk, Sana decides to bring up the weather.

“It’s getting cold, huh.” She mutters, looking out the window. You hum in response, looking in Sana’s direction, but not at the window. Your look stays on Sana’s side profile, and you wonder how every feature on her face is so flawless, whoever made her took their time for sure. Her nose is angled perfectly, and her plump lips are just barely parted as she stares out the window, you could stare at her forever.

Sana turns her head back towards you and you quickly shift your stare to the window to avoid eye contact and to make it seem like you weren't admiring her for the last ten seconds. You clear your throat.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Thank you for the latte, it was really good. It warmed me up.” Sana says. Eye contact is shared again and you bite the inside of your cheek,

“Anytime. I could uh, bring you more if you’d like?”

“It’s alright, I don’t want to make it seem like I’m using you for coffee.” She laughs, “But I appreciate the offer.”

“Well,” You start, “If you ever change your mind you can always tell me when you see me.” You shrug. Sana smiles at you again, nods, then gives you that look from your lips to your eyes that turns your heart into a beating mess. She looks out the window again and you have to stop yourself from admiring her the whole time.

A few words are shared between the two of you every time Sana spots something pretty, she talks about how it reminds her of things from her past or her friends. You learn a little more about her, she’s so pure and cute it’s heartwarming.

The bus ride goes well.

As soon as the bus comes to a stop, the kids are all rowdy again, however, Sana quiets them down with ease. She simply claps her hand in the same pattern as she would usually do to grab their attention, and they clap their hands in the same pattern back, all eyes are on the young teacher now.

“Alright everyone, we’ve made it! Now, in order for us to get started with our field trip, I’m going to need everyone to be patient and exit as I say. The grown-ups will exit first, then the kids. We’ll go by row and I’ll be the last one out, okay?”

“Yes Ms. Minatozaki!” The kids respond, and you admire how much they seem to trust and adore the teacher.

Getting everyone out of the bus was easy, each kid listened and Sana told the parents to keep them in a group once they had gotten out. Once the disembarking had finished, Sana made sure that everyone was present, taking another headcount. After knowing that no one had wandered away, she smiled and kindly ordered them to follow her.

After the guides had introduced themselves, given a brief description and synopsis of what the museum offered, and handed out maps, the class was split into groups of four. There were exactly twenty-eight students, seven guardians and/or parents, and Sana. With that amount of people, it was easy to make the groups.

Originally, Hana was set to be in the group that you and Jihyo would watch over, but Hana insisted that you switch with the parent paired with Sana. Jihyo and Hana talked for a few seconds, which you had noticed from the corner of your eye. They exchanged smiles and understanding nods, and whatever they plotted somehow allowed you to be with this wonder of a woman.

And so, you’re with Sana now.

Sana is happy to accept her new partner; in fact, she’s more than happy to spend time with the woman she’s been gushing over for weeks.

The groups decide to pick their own section in the museum to start at and make their way through the whole place from there, making sure to meet in a few hours.

Your group had seven kids, and each group did. You and the young teacher had stumbled across a certain section with an adult that would give the kids a thirty-minute detailed guided tour, leaving you and Sana to wait alone together and wander around the nearby exhibits. You two would’ve joined in on the tour, but of course, the max capacity was eight people.

You had insisted that Sana should go join, after all, it was her class. Sana, being the caring person she was, had assured you it was okay if she missed the tour and stayed with you. The tour guide had made sure that he would take care of the kids, after all, the exhibit was mainly for young kids like them, and he had dealt with many before.

Fate decided that you two spend more time together, and this time, alone.

“Have you been to this museum before?” You ask.

“No, you?”

“Once.” You mumble, “In high school.”

“You’ve lived here since high school?” Sana questions, suddenly invested. You nod and look at the painting in front of you,

“I’ve lived here since I was in fifth grade, but in the more suburban area, rather than here in the city.” You simply respond.

“Well,” Sana hums, “Maybe you could show me around sometime.”

“W-what?” You practically choke out, a blush creeping to your cheeks.

“I moved here at the beginning of the year, I’m still a bit new.”

“I see,” You begin, trying to recompose yourself, “Yeah, It’s a nice area. I wouldn’t be against the idea of showing you around.”

Sana smiles and turns to face you again, “Maybe you could start by showing me around the museum? We have twenty-five minutes.”

There’s a sudden nervousness that spreads throughout your whole body, as well as a warmth that spreads across your chest. Sana wants you to show her around, and she asks you like it’s a normal request (it is, but you figure it’s not because the person asking is particularly striking).

You nod your head and respond with a small, “Okay.” and her radiant grin grows.

The exhibits were all unique in their own way – some were filled with modern art, some with abstract art, and even some with Renaissance art. Each section had works that were all tremendously striking; however, the most beautiful thing in the museum had been by your side the whole time.

Sana makes her way to a pleasant-looking painting, something floral. Maybe it’s an oil painting? She can’t really tell, but it sure is a wonder. It’s detailed and vibrant, the colors complement each other well with such a diverse color selection. Each stroke seems to have been placed so carefully, every single swipe of paint complimenting the stroke next to it.

Sana stares at the painting with much interest, “This one is beautiful,” she says in awe.

“Very…” you hum, though, you aren’t observing the painting,

Your eyes are fixated on her.

The day goes by quickly, unfortunately.

You and Sana aren’t able to indulge in many conversations as you two were busy making sure everyone was still nearby and not running off.

The kids finish the painting activity that was scheduled for them at the end of the trip, and they leave the museum with their hand-crafted art. everything had gone by too fast, you wished it hadn’t, then maybe, you could admire Sana for just a few moments longer.

Sana helps everyone get situated on the bus, so you end up sitting down first and getting the window seat this time. You wait for her.

Sana sighs as she sits down next to you, a bit worn out from the day and keeping everyone in check.

You try to ignore the contact that her shoulder makes with yours when she shifts to get more comfortable in the seat, and you also try to ignore the fact that your knees touch a little, just for the sake of your sanity. Sana seems to be unbothered by the physical touch, and she looks at you innocently,

“I think the kids enjoyed it.” She says proudly, resting her head on the seat. She turns her head a little so that she’s looking at you with the most soft, tender look in her doe eyes, “Did you?”

“Of course.” You say, voice just above a whisper. Of course I enjoyed it, who wouldn’t enjoy their time with a woman like you? You think. Sana lets out another content sigh, and she rests her head against your shoulder a bit, not even bothering to think about how bold the action is, she's too tired and she figures you wouldn't mind – you don't mind at all.

“I’m glad.” she mumbles, and you hope she can’t hear your heart beating out of your chest, “Wake me up before we get back?”

“Of course.” You hum lowly. Her eyes close and her weight seems to shift onto your shoulder more. Your cheeks redden and you let out a small breath as you relax into the seat – you couldn’t be any happier.

The chaperones and their kids bid their farewells to Sana, though you stay a bit longer since Hana and Jiyeong want to hang out more. Your mind wanders a bit and you can’t help but stare into the distance, and your gaze somehow manages to land on Sana as you remember what she had said: Maybe you could show me around sometime? The words seem to replay in your head, a thought pops up in your mind.

Jihyo looks over to see you in a trance, and she chuckles to herself as she notices what – or, who your eyes are fixated on,

“Did you two have fun?” The shorter woman asks, a smirk tugging at her lips. Your head turns quickly to her in surprise, cheeks turning a bit red as you realize you’ve gotten caught staring. Jihyo laughs at you playfully, shifting her look towards the woman you had been admiring before, “Sana was really excited to be able to spend time with you today.”

“M-me?” You stutter out, mentally punching yourself for such a response.

“You two are oblivious, I could tell from the few interactions I saw.” Jihyo sighs.

You look back at Sana, who’s now walking over with a smile on her lips. She looks at you first, then at Jihyo when she meets with the two of you again,

“Everyone just left, sorry for making you wait, Jihyo.” Sana sighs. Her shoulders are drooping down a bit, and she seems ready to go home and rest again, though this time on her bed and not your shoulder (much to your dismay).

She turns to eye you again, and suddenly she’s full of life, as if the energy that had been squeezed out of her had suddenly come back.

“Ah, y/n. I’m happy that you were able to chaperone. I’ll see you…?” She trails off for you to respond, or in this case, finish her sentence, because she hopes to see you again this week.

“Um, I don’t think I’m picking up Hana for the rest of this week. My shifts go on until five because I took today off.” You explain, “So, next week.” You nod. There’s a familiar thought from earlier that crosses your mind, you avoid the woman’s gaze and try to forget about it.

Sana notices you biting the inside of your cheek and breaking eye contact as if you were about to say something to her. Sana decides to let it be.

“Well, we’ll be going now Y/n,” Jihyo says, almost sighing. She looks you dead in the eye and raises a brow, almost as if she could read your mind earlier, almost as if she were urging you to go through with your sudden thought.

“Yeah… Me too. Um, yeah.” Your words are tumbling off the tip of your tongue from nervousness, “Hana, let’s go. Your dad must be waiting at home.” You finally say, waving to the two women and Jiyeong.

As you depart, Jihyo looks at you slightly disappointed.

You’re back in the car after saying goodbye and you stare out the windshield while holding onto the wheel, simply thinking.

The sight of Jihyo and Sana catches your eye from the side-view mirror, and there’s a sudden rush of confidence that takes over.

“Hana, I’ll be back in a bit.” you quickly say.

Your fingers fumble with the seatbelt that refuses to unbuckle due to your nervousness, though you manage and hurry to open your car door, rushing out. You’re trying your best to prepare yourself for whatever the fuck it is that you’re about to do, your jaw tensing up and your hands trying to straighten up the denim jacket you have on. Self-consciousness and worry took over, but you ignore it, you can’t have Jihyo looking at you like you’re a big loser the next time you see her, can you?

So, here you are.

Jihyo notices you first and raises her brows in amusement, Sana notices you after seeing Jihyo’s expression shift.

“Hey, Sana,” You say with a surprising amount of confidence. You clear your throat and your eyes dart to anywhere else but Sana’s eyes, “Can I talk to you for a moment,” You ask, “Alone.” and you practically mumble that last word. Sana tilts her head and Jihyo smiles knowingly,

“I’ll be in the car,” Jihyo says amused, then grabs her daughter's hand with hers, urging her to come with and leave the two of you alone.

You and Sana are alone now, in the middle of a barely filled parking lot.

“Did you need something?” Sana questions. You nod and it takes a bit for you to continue talking, the words in your mouth getting tangled in your tongue.

“Uh, well.” god, you really need to get a grip. “At the museum, you uh, you mentioned, well - you said, you said maybe I could show you around sometime? I mean I can. I hope you’re still up for it, I mean,” You close your eyes out of embarrassment and turn your head to the side a bit, and you really try to compose yourself this time.

“This Sunday, yeah. There’s always a flea market on Sundays, they’re on until around eight. We should go, I mean if you’d like. What I’m trying to say is I’d really like to show you around.” You finally say, you say what you’ve been thinking and you say it without tripping over your words.

“You’re asking me out?” Sana asks playfully,

“You implied that you wanted me to.” You simply say, making eye contact with her again. Now it’s Sana’s turn to be all flustered as she looks up at you. Your eyebrows are slightly raised as you wait for an answer, and her cheeks are dusted a faint shade of pink as you waited for a response,

“So?” You question again,

“I’d love that,” Sana says almost immediately.

“Really? I mean, yeah- yes. Okay, that’s,”

“You’re so cute.” is what Sana says, and it has your heart skipping a beat, Sana’s heart too, “Let me get your number, so you can text me the details?”

“Yeah, here.” You respond, handing her your unlocked phone.

You both exchange numbers, and before departing you can’t help but grin at each other, and you grin at each other for a while.

Mission success.

You agree to pick up Sana from her place in the evening around five.

Your fingers tap against the wheel of your car and you tap your foot anxiously as you wait. There’s a sound that’s heard from your phone as it vibrates against the cup holder, and you immediately check to see what it is. There’s a message from the young teacher and your eyes light up immediately as you open it,

Sana

I’m on my way out right now

Can’t wait

y/n

Take your time

Can’t wait to see you

You probably look like a fool who's in love as you read her message, reply, and hit send because you’re smiling at the screen and biting your lip slightly from the rush of excitement that courses through your veins.

Sana shows up a couple of minutes later.

Your eyes widen almost immediately and your cheeks are definitely tinted – no, fully crimson. Your grip on the wheel tightens, and it seems to do so every time you see the wonderful woman. Your heart does flips and beats at an unhealthy rate as you take in everything about her.

She wears something so striking, but slightly casual too. She has on a black blazer, almost a jacket, you think. It’s worn over a black shirt and the tops she wears are complimented by silver jewelry that loops around her neck, sitting just above her collarbone level. She’s wearing dark jeans that are just slightly loose around her legs, and casual sneakers to really top it off.

She’s so incredibly stunning that it makes you wonder if you’re dreaming.

Sana waves as she makes her way over and you’re trying your best to act normal – or at least act like this woman isn’t making you completely lose your cool.

“Hey.” She says, getting in your car,

“Hi.” You say in awe, “You look beautiful.” and that’s just an understatement. You’re unable to look away from her as if your eyes were a moth and she was the flame drawing you in. Sana simply smiles and she’s extremely flattered by your compliment, as well as the way your lips slightly part while you check her out.

“Thank you.” Sana responds as she puts on her seatbelt, “You look really cute.”

You’re going to explode.

“Thanks.” You mumble, quickly turning your head away and back to the steering wheel. Sana plays the passenger princess role too well, with emphasis on the princess part because her looks are something you would expect to see from a descendant of royalty, something in a renaissance painting that has the words 'do not touch' beside it. You adjust the rearview mirror for no apparent reason as it’s already been adjusted, but you’re doing anything to distract yourself from the jaw-dropping sight to the right of you.

As you drive toward the city, there’s the faint sound of a slow romance song playing. The mood is extremely intimate and romantic, you’re having trouble focusing on driving as your heartbeat ups its pace.

It takes about fifteen minutes to get to the flea market area downtown. Fifteen minutes of small conversation and Sana’s gaze on you every couple of minutes.

You two arrive and you turn off your engine, making sure to get out first and open the door for Sana. She gets out and smiles at you sweetly, which makes you smile back. You close the car door for your passenger princess.

The brisk winter air carries a hint of anticipation that invites everyone to immerse themselves in the weekly event. It’s early winter and darkness envelops the slightly crowded, dimmed, and busy streets. the sun had almost set completely, though there are bright lights that illuminate the areas which seem to be hidden away from the lamp posts that lighten up the main streets. Each store and vendor has its own uniqueness, selling different types of items, clothing, accessories, and more.

You and Sana walk towards the flea markets, the space between you two getting smaller and shoulders occasionally brushing every now and then. The two of you explore and interact with any vendor or stand that seems to have anything interesting, which helps you learn about one another.

Sana learns that you have an interest in old rings, silver ones specifically. You buy three silver rings, and it all ended up being ten dollars in total. She learns that you have a liking towards graphic t-shirts; in fact, you buy two while walking around. Sana had picked out both for you, telling you that you’d look cute in them, making your cheeks flush, though your cheeks might've been red ever since you laid your eyes on her.

You buy an old vintage camera and film for less than thirty dollars, and Sana thinks it’s so extremely cute how your face lights up after you purchase the two items, holding them up as if they were trophies you had won.

You learn that Sana seems to love jewelry, and she buys various bracelets and necklaces for herself and even buys one of each for you. You insist that it’s okay and you don’t need it, but you give in when she looks at you with those puppy eyes – you learn that you can’t say no to her. Sana buys a few samples of fragrances, and she explains that she’s always had a thing for collecting different scents, you think it’s adorable.

You’re the one who had asked Sana on this date, but she’s the one who ends up dragging you to every little section that manages to catch her attention. The knuckles that brush against each other lead to the intertwining of fingers and flushed cheeks.

After almost two hours of walking around and exploring, you two decide to relax and get ice cream, even in the cold weather because the two of you are warmed up enough from just being around each other, ice cream won’t hurt anyone.

“Have you tried this ice cream place before?” You ask Sana, who’s taking a picture of the dessert in front of her. She shakes her head,

“No, you?”

“Twice. Once in high school with Johnny and last year with Hana.” You explain, taking a bite from the sweet treat in front of you. It’s matcha flavored, though the sweetness is still there. The strength of the matcha is more prominent than the coconut base, just how you like it.

Sana melts as she takes a bite of her strawberry ice cream, her eyes lighting up and shoulders relaxing. You can’t help but laugh.

“What?” Sana questions,

“You’re just really cute.” You simply say, taking another bite of your ice cream. Sana’s heartbeat quickens. Sana tries to compose herself in front of you, changing the topic of the conversation,

“So,” She clears her throat, “What do you like to do? It’s a cliche and unavoidable question, but other than being a barista do you do anything else?”

“I actually write a little. I used to write for some art articles online, I still do it every now and then.” You explain, “You?”

“Just teaching.”

“Did you always want to teach?”

“Yeah, actually. I’ve always liked helping others and I don’t know, I like encouraging the kids.”

“That’s cute.” You mumble, “You’re so cute.”

The night goes on and you two learn more than just about your interests in occupations. Sana learns that you rock climb every weekend, which explains why you’re so unbelievably athletic looking and toned. She finds your love for cooking and making drinks extremely cute and admirable, it seems as if the more she learns about you, the more she falls for you. She learns that you moved to the city with Johnny when you were 18, and that was the same time Hana had been brought into your life, one of the best things the universe had given to you. You’re the type of person who lives life to experience the beauty the universe has to offer, she thinks that’s amazing.

You learn that Sana had moved with the help of Jihyo and that they had been friends since college, Jihyo was also the reason Sana had landed her current job. Sana shares that she’s an only child, and in contrast to you, she wasn’t the athletic type really. You notice how bubbly she is talking to you, her more professional demeanor had completely broken down and a new, lively side was revealed. Sana is incredibly talkative and she rambles a lot, you think – no, you know you could get used to this.

The night had gone by too fast, Sana is back in your car again and you’ve just reached her apartment complex.

It seems that time spent with Sana seems to go by too quickly, and you hope that there's a chance of being able to spend more than just a couple of hours with her.

“Thank you for everything y/n, I really enjoyed tonight.”

“It’s no problem,” You start, “I’m glad you liked downtown.”

“Maybe you could show me around again sometime? I’d really like to do this again.” Sana says, and her toothy grin is so bright it nearly outshines the lights in your car.

“I’m not against that at all.” and you think you might die right then and there from the way your heart beats, and you want this moment to last forever; just you and Sana together.

“I’ll see you then, text me.”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. She opens the car door and your heart breaks slightly, not ready for her to leave just yet.

Sana seems to have read your emotions because she pauses before she gets out and turns to you.

“Wait,” She begins, “I forgot something.”

Before you ask her what it is that she had forgotten, she seems to answer your question before you can even let any words out of your mouth,

her lips are suddenly on yours.

The contact is sudden and you’re a bit unprepared, but you easily grow accustomed to it and kiss right back, eyes fluttering shut. Sana’s lips are so incredibly soft on yours, and the scent of vanilla and fruit is takes over your senses. Sana pulls away and your lips chase for hers again, and when they meet again it’s like the oxygen from Sana’s lungs had been snatched. Your hand moves to cup her cheek and your shoulders relax in the moment because it feels as if nothing else in the world matters except for her, as if all your worries had vanished just like that. Sana moves her hand to your neck and gently caresses it as you two share a few more soft, slow, and steady kisses, there’s no rush as if this moment would last forever. You two are practically unable to pull away from how much you both like the feeling of each other's lips on one another.

You want to live in this moment forever.

You two finally pull away after what had seemed like forever, though your hands seem to linger on each other a bit and both of your lips are parted slightly. Your lips are still so close that they’re slightly brushing against each other, butterflies are in your stomach and you’re forgetting how to breathe, think, or even function.

“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I saw you.” Sana mumbles against your mouth, “You’re so cute.”

If you were in a cartoon right now, you’d think your heart would be dramatically beating out of your chest, and your jaw would be on the floor. You pull away a bit and it’s almost impossible to make eye contact with Sana, but you manage to do so anyway.

“I think I might die right here right now.” You mumble, it’s the only thing you can say or think of in the moment. Sana giggles and presses another soft peck on your lips,

“Let’s do this again.”

“Yeah.” You breathe out.

the light from the car shows her flushed cheeks and warm smile as she leans away from you, opening the car door and smiling at you one more time as she closes it. She turns to leave and you’re left in the car alone, your heart beat slowly beating back to its normal pace.

You put a hand on the wheel and grip it tightly, still processing what just happened before smiling to yourself and driving away from the apartment complex.

Sana has you head over heels, and you want to kiss her again and again.

Chaemin had been teaching the new high school student that had been hired. He helped her measure out the espresso grinds, telling her how many grams would be needed for whichever drink, and she listened carefully.

“Hello.” A customer beams, Chaemin turns his head.

“Hello, I’ll be with you in a moment.” Chaemin starts, giving the woman a friendly smile, “Eunchae, just measure out the grinds and pull a shot. Give it a try and I’ll be back.” He says to the young, new employee.

Chaemin walks over to the register and taps at the screen. He gives the woman his signature smile and greets her,

“Hi, what can I get started for you?”

“Oh, I’m not ordering, I was just wondering if y/n was here?”

Chaemin quirks a brow, “Y/n?”

“Yeah, she should be off in ten minutes, no?”

“She’s off soon, just putting stuff in the back. You are...?”

“Sana.”

Ah.

“So you’re the woman she’s been gushing over.” Chaemin laughs, “God she has not stopped talking about you since she met you.”

Sana’s smile grows a bit from the sudden remark and she laughs,

“I see… That’s sweet.”

“You had her going insane for three months.” Chaemin jokes playfully, “I’m glad she finally found a way to ask you out. I haven’t heard her complaining as much about not being able to take you out for about two months or something, though she’s still always gushing about you.”

Sana and Chaemin talk about you for a bit, laughing at your antics and Chaemin decides to tease you here and there. The two get along very well, and Sana is very happy about that.

“You know one time, I think, maybe before you two started dating? She came in the morning and asked me what a ‘young teacher usually order at a cafe’ and I swear she almost-” Chaemin gets cut off when you push him aside, pushing his face away with your hand and squishing his cheeks. He groans.

“Alright that’s enough.” You say, embarrassed. “Whatever he said, do not listen.”

Sana giggles and it’s time for you to stop being annoyed by Chaemin and start smiling at the girl you’ve been with for almost three months now. Chaemin narrows his eyes at your sudden mood change, scoffing playfully.

“Hi, Sana.” You say all giddy, “You didn’t tell me you were stopping by,”

“I wanted to see you. It’s also Friday, maybe we could-”

“Yes.” You cut her off, “I’m down for whatever.”

Chaemin rolls his eyes at you, chuckling to himself, “You’re so-”

“Go back to teaching Eunchae.” You retort, narrowing your eyes and Chaemin can't lie you look scarier than usual, you are infatuated with this woman.

“I’m not letting this go.” Chaemin finally sighs, walking back over to Eunchae.

Your attention is back on Sana, who’s smiling at you, “Dinner?” she asks,

“Yeah.” you respond, “Where?”

“My place?” Sana suggests, you nod,

"Let me get my stuff and I can drive us."

"Okay." She beams.

You two grow extremely fond of each other after spending more time together as a couple. Three months of being together turned into four months, six months eight, and suddenly you’re together for a year. Each and every second that passed by while you were with her is another moment that you had fallen more in love.

You love Sana for so many reasons.

She's the only one you want to see when you roll over in the morning, the only one you want to kiss awake after intimate nights after seeing her with her oh-so-messy hair flowing down in different directions around her. You love to carry her to your now shared living room and set her on the couch while you make her coffee, her giving you the kisses you can never get enough of, ones that you reciprocate and smile into. You love her radiant smile and the way her nose scrunches up when she giggles at you for slipping and falling on accident, you love the sound of her high-pitched giggles so much that you would purposely slip and fall over and over again just to hear her laugh again and again.

As you grow more attracted and attached to Sana, the physical aspects of her seem to disappear for a moment, you fall for not just her outside beauty, but all the internal aspects. You’re in love with how comfortable she makes you feel – you can sit in silence for hours and there are no words that need to be said because you two simply just enjoy each other's presence. You’re in love with how caring she is, she naturally is a caring person, she always has been. She’s always looking after kids at her job, making sure they’re all satisfied and happy – then she comes home to you, making sure you’re loved, and you return the favor. She’s beautiful not because of the way her features fit perfectly on her face, but because she makes you feel so giddy and happy. She makes you smile and that’s the thing that really makes her so captivating.

You’re in love with all of her, from her physical beauty to her caring heart. She is the one who you love so tenderly, so warmly, you love her and it’s real, genuine, and you don’t think you could ever love anyone the way you love her.

Sana also loves you for many reasons. She’s been in love with you since the day she saw you – whether she knew it or not.

The first time Sana had woken up next to you she knew she wanted to be with you forever.

Her nose was buried in the crook of your neck and her arm was lazily thrown across your chest while her legs were tangled with yours. The only thing that was heard that morning was your slow, labored breaths, and Sana could feel your chest rise up and down with each one. A smile had formed on her lips as she traced your jawline, her heart fluttered and the moment was so simple, yet so soft. Sana wanted to live in the moment forever.

Sana loved you because you were there when she needed a pillar of support, you were her pillar of support. She loved you because you loved and cared for everyone important to you, whether it was your parents, Johnny, or Hana, you loved them all so deeply and it was so genuine that it made Sana so incredibly happy to realize that you would love her as much as you loved them – it’s almost as this love that you had for everyone you cared about was the most precious thing in the world, and she was someone you shared it with.

Sana loved the late-night drives with you, humming softly to the romantic music that would play. She loved the way you’d mumble sleepily in the morning, your cheek squished against the pillow, it was a cute sight. She adored you when you would pull her aside and serenade her to slow songs in the living room during the evening, and she loved when you'd cook or make coffee for her, how you’d kiss her as she fell weak to your touch, and so many other things that not enough words could ever describe.

Sana felt so lucky to have you in her life, she was so glad that your niece had her as a teacher because if she didn’t she wouldn’t have met you. You were so glad that Hana had helped you get to know her kindergarten teacher, you were so glad that Johnny had that business trip because it allowed you to meet Sana.

You’re so glad that a five-year-old helped you meet the love of your life, you're so damn glad.

#sana imagines #sana x reader #kpop x reader #twice sana #twice x reader #twice #twice imagines #minatozaki sana #sana twice

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mingiatz · 4 months ago

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Summary: Harin lands a job as a publicist at KQ Entertainment, thanks to her friend Hana, but working with idols—especially Seonghwa—proves more challenging than expected. Seonghwa, known for his fleeting romances, is the last person she wants to be drawn to, especially when she’s dealing with the fallout of her own toxic relationship. But as their professional and personal lives collide, unspoken tension and unresolved emotions surface.

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x OC (Harin)

Trope: Idol x Company Staff

Genre: Romance, Angst, Slow Burn, Push & Pull Dynamic

Featuring: ATEEZ (being menaces), Hana & Emilia (From previous stories), OCs

This Series will have multiple Chapters with around 4000 words. I hope you like it. Please be kind this is my first Fanfiction and English is not my first language. (I am open for constructive criticism). I will try to upload a chapter everyday.

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Chapter Five

Seonghwa’s POV

Seonghwa didn’t move.

Neither did Harin.

She was still gripping the edge of her desk, her shoulders tense, her breathing unsteady.

Her ex-boyfriend—Jaehyun—had finally left, but the weight of the moment still hung in the air.

The room was too quiet.

Too charged.

Seonghwa’s hand was still on her back, steady, grounding.

And for some reason, she wasn’t pulling away.

A flicker of something unfamiliar twisted in his chest.

She shouldn’t have to deal with this alone.

He knew what it felt like to have your personal life invaded, twisted, picked apart by people who thought they knew you.

He knew how hard it was to keep it all together.

And looking at Harin now—the exhaustion in her eyes, the way she had been holding herself together for too long— he knew she was at her limit.

Still, she straightened, shaking her head slightly as if forcing herself back into control.

Her walls were already coming back up.

She took a deep breath and looked at him. “You didn’t have to step in.”

Seonghwa arched a brow. “You’re welcome.”

Harin exhaled, her lips twitching slightly, like she was debating whether to be grateful or annoyed.

Before she could decide, a voice cut through the silence.

“So…” Wooyoung leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips. “That was dramatic.”

Harin let out a groan, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You all saw that, didn’t you?”

Mingi snorted. “Uh, yeah. And so did half of KQ.”

Seonghwa glanced toward the hallway, where several staff members were still whispering, sneaking glances into the room.

Great.

This was definitely going to spread.

San tilted his head, looking between Seonghwa and Harin. “So… are we gonna talk about how Seonghwa practically went full bodyguard mode?”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes. “I was protecting a colleague.”

Wooyoung gasped dramatically. “A colleague? That’s cold, hyung. After all that tension?”

Hongjoong shook his head. “Alright, enough. Let’s give Harin some space.”

The teasing didn’t stop, but the others finally started to filter out.

All except Seonghwa.

And Harin noticed.

She met his gaze, her expression unreadable. “You’re still here.”

“I can leave if you want.”

A pause.

Then, finally— “No. It’s fine."

And that, more than anything, told Seonghwa what he needed to know.

Harin was used to doing everything alone.

But maybe, just maybe, she didn’t want to be alone this time.

Harin’s POV

Harin didn’t know what to do with this.

With Seonghwa’s steady presence.

With the fact that even after the others had left, he stayed.

She had spent so long pretending everything was fine.

But today had shaken her. Jaehyun showing up again. The way he still thought he had some kind of hold over her.

And worst of all—the fact that, for one horrible second, she had doubted herself.

That was the part that made her stomach turn.

She hated that he could still get under her skin.

Seonghwa, still watching her carefully, finally spoke. “You’re shaking.”

Harin blinked, looking down at her hands. He was right.

She forced them into fists, trying to steady herself. “I’m fine."

Seonghwa didn’t look convinced. “You don’t have to be.”

Harin let out a shaky breath.

And suddenly, the weight of everything crashed into her at once.

The stress. The exhaustion. The fear she had been forcing down.

She sank into her chair, pressing her palms against her face.

“I don’t get it.” Her voice was quiet, raw. “Why won’t he just let me go?”

For a moment, Seonghwa didn’t answer.

Then— “Because people like him don’t know how to lose.”

She looked up, surprised by the sharp edge in his voice.

There was something serious in his expression.

Something personal.

He understands.

That thought sent a shiver down her spine.

She swallowed hard, shaking her head. “I don’t want to deal with this anymore.”

“You shouldn’t have to.”

A beat of silence.

Then, Seonghwa leaned forward slightly, his gaze steady.

“If he comes back, tell me.”

Harin’s breath caught.

There was no hesitation in his voice.

No doubt.

Just unwavering certainty.

She exhaled slowly, unsure of what to say.

But in the end, all she could do was nod.

Because for the first time in a long time, she felt like she wasn’t fighting alone.

Seonghwa’s POV

Seonghwa wasn’t sure why this was bothering him so much.

He wasn’t the type to get involved in other people’s business.

But Harin was different.

She was stubborn, sharp-tongued, and frustratingly independent.

And yet—he had seen the way her hands shook when she thought no one was looking.

The way she had kept herself together through sheer force of will.

It reminded him of himself.

And maybe that’s why he couldn’t just walk away.

Later that night, when the members gathered at the dorm, the teasing picked up again.

“So…” Mingi smirked. “What’s going on with you and Harin?”

Seonghwa sighed. “Nothing.”

Wooyoung grinned. “That’s not what it looked like.”

Yeosang, who rarely got involved, finally spoke. “You were really protective of her."

San leaned closer, eyes glinting. “You like her, don’t you?”

Seonghwa scoffed. “She’s our PR manager. It’s not like that.”

But the words felt off even as he said them.

Because the truth was—

He wasn’t so sure anymore.

Later that night, after the others had finally grown tired of teasing him and had scattered off to their rooms, Hongjoong didn’t leave.

Seonghwa had been expecting it.

Hongjoong wasn’t just their leader. He noticed things. And he had definitely noticed Seonghwa’s reaction to everything that had happened with Harin.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, Hongjoong studied him.

“So… you’re really not gonna admit it?”

Seonghwa sighed, running a hand through his hair. “There’s nothing to admit.”

Hongjoong arched a brow. “Really?”

Seonghwa didn’t respond.

Because what could he say?

That he had felt something twist in his chest when he saw Harin struggling to hold herself together?

That he had wanted to punch Jaehyun the second he saw the way he looked at her?

That he had never felt this… protective over someone before?

Hongjoong sighed. “Look, I’m not saying you have to do anything about it. But whatever this is—” he motioned vaguely, “—you should figure it out before it gets complicated.”

Seonghwa clenched his jaw. “It’s already complicated.”

Hongjoong tilted his head. “Because you like her?”

Seonghwa opened his mouth to deny it.

But the words wouldn’t come.

Hongjoong chuckled softly. “Thought so.”

With that, he pushed off the counter, patting Seonghwa’s shoulder before heading to his room.

Leaving Seonghwa alone.

With thoughts he wasn’t ready to confront.

Harin’s POV

Harin couldn’t sleep.

Even after everything settled, her mind wouldn’t shut off.

She kept replaying the moment over and over.

Not Jaehyun.

Not the confrontation.

But Seonghwa.

The way he had stood between her and Jaehyun, like it wasn’t even a question.

The way he had told her to tell him if Jaehyun came back.

Like it was his problem too.

She didn’t know what to do with that.

So instead, she stared at her ceiling, heart pounding, trying to convince herself that none of it meant anything.

That Seonghwa was just being professional.

That this wasn’t something else.

But deep down, she knew.

She was lying to herself.

And that?

That scared her more than anything.

Seonghwa’s POV

Seonghwa wasn’t sure why he felt like this.

Sitting in the dorm’s living room, he watched as Mingi and Emilia sat close together on the couch, their hands casually intertwined.

Across from them, Jongho and Hana were bickering over something ridiculous, but the way Jongho kept stealing glances at her, like she was his entire world, didn’t go unnoticed.

Seonghwa had never been the type to feel jealous.

He had always been the responsible one, the composed one, the one who never let emotions cloud his judgment.

But lately, something had shifted.

And watching them—watching the ease of their relationships, the quiet understanding, the security— left him feeling…

Restless.

Because deep down, he didn’t think he’d ever have that.

Not really.

Sure, he had dated before. He had even been in a few short-term relationships.

But nothing had ever lasted.

Nothing had ever felt real.

And maybe that was his fault.

Because at some point, he had stopped trying.

The industry wasn’t kind to love. Dating rumors, scandals, constant scrutiny—it was easier to keep things simple.

No attachments.

No expectations.

Just… flings.

And for the most part, it had worked.

Until now.

Until he had started noticing Harin more than he should.

Until her stupid ex had shown up, and Seonghwa had felt something dark and territorial curl inside him.

Until Hongjoong had looked him in the eye and said, “Because you like her?”

He needed to get out of his head.

He needed to release some of this tension.

So he did what he always did.

He reached for his phone and called a number he shouldn’t have.

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Seonghwa didn’t make mistakes.

That’s what he told himself as he leaned back against his bed, the scent of someone else’s perfume still clinging to his skin.

The woman beside him—Sohee, an old ‘stress reliever’ of sorts—was already half-asleep, tangled in the sheets.

She had always been easy. No drama, no strings attached, just a mutual understanding that this wasn’t serious.

But for the first time, Seonghwa felt…

Nothing.

No relief.

No satisfaction.

Just a dull emptiness that he didn’t want to acknowledge.

He stared at the ceiling, his mind drifting somewhere else.

Somewhere he didn’t want it to go.

And in the quiet of the night, he finally admitted it to himself.

This wasn’t what he wanted.

And he had no idea what to do about it.

Harin’s POV

“You should’ve called me.”

Hana’s voice was firm, but not angry.

They were sitting in Hana’s bookstore after closing, curled up with cups of tea as the warmth of the shop wrapped around them.

Harin sighed, staring into her drink. “I handled it.”

Hana snorted. “You shouldn’t have had to.”

Harin exhaled, leaning back. “I don’t know what he thought would happen. Did he think I’d just take him back?”

Hana’s gaze softened. “People like him think they can manipulate their way back into your life.”

Harin hated that she was right.

“It’s just… frustrating.” She rubbed her temples. “I spent so much time thinking I wasn’t enough. That I wasn’t doing enough for him.”

Hana set her cup down. “Harin.”

Harin looked up.

“You were always enough. He was the one who wasn’t.”

For some reason, that made Harin’s throat tighten.

She swallowed hard, looking away.

“Seonghwa stepped in.” The words left her mouth before she could stop them.

Hana blinked, surprised. “Seonghwa?”

Harin nodded slowly. “He just… I don’t know. He saw what was happening and told Jaehyun to leave. The others were there too, but…”

“But it was Seonghwa who stood in front of you.”

Harin hesitated. “…Yeah.”

Hana leaned back, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.

Harin narrowed her eyes. “Don’t start.”

Hana held up her hands. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking it.”

Hana smirked. “Maybe.”

Harin groaned. “It wasn’t like that.”

But as she said the words, she wasn’t sure she believed them.

Because Seonghwa hadn’t just been protecting a colleague.

And deep down, she knew it.

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rizumaryy · 1 month ago

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The Lotus Flower Love Fragrance

Kaji Ren x Akeno Hana 2528 words

ーResilient Ally

The early morning light filtered through the classroom window of Fujioka High School, casting a warm glow on Akeno Hana’s desk. A soft smile played on her lips, her pink eyes sparkling as she scrolled through her phone. The usual cheerful demeanor she wore was amplified today, a quiet joy bubbling just beneath the surface.

Her friend, Hagiwara Yuka, sauntered into the classroom, her dyed blond hair with the contrasting black nape catching the light. She wore her usual varsity jacket over her uniform, a picture of relaxed confidence.

"Mornin', Hana," Hagiwara called out, dumping her bag on the desk beside Akeno. "You're practically glowing. What's got you so happy this morning? Did you finally master that tricky piano piece?"

Akeno looked up, her pink eyes sparkling. "Oh, Yuka-chan! Good morning!"

She giggled, a light, airy sound and tucked a strand of medium-long brown hair behind her ear. Her cheeks dusting pink.

"Something even better," she admitted, her voice a little soft. "Yuka-chan, I’m... dating Ren now."

Hagiwara froze for a second, her eyes widen in surprise, then her smile widening into a massive, delighted grin. "No way! Seriously?!" Before Akeno could fully answer, Hagiwara lunged, wrapping her in a fierce hug that squeezed the air out of Akeno's lungs. "Hana, that's amazing! Congrats!"

Akeno let out a surprised squeak, laughing into Hagiwara's shoulder. "Yuka-chan, you're squeezing too hard!"

Hagiwara released her, still grinning, a teasing look came into her eyes. "Ren, huh?" she noted, tilting her head. "Already dropped the 'Kaji-kun', eh? Moving fast, aren't we?"

The blush on Akeno’s face get brighter at that, she just smiled shyly instead of answering Hagiwara’s comment.

Still buzzing with excitement, Hagiwara leaned over Akeno's shoulder, peering at her phone screen. It was a simple messaging app, showing a chat thread with the contact name "Ren". "Oh! Let me see. What did he say? What was his confession like? You have to tell me everything!"

Ren: Arrived at home. Akeno: I’m glad you arrived home safely! Thanks for walking me home (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡ Ren: Sure. Akeno: I had fun today! Ren: Me too.

Hagiwara blinked. Then she blinked again. A slow, amused smirk spread across her face. "Seriously? 'Sure'? 'Me too'? He's still texting like he's ordering ramen, not like he just started dating you!"

Akeno’s face flushed a deeper shade of pink. She fumbled with her phone, trying to hide the screen.

"W-Well, we just started dating. It takes time to adjust!" she stammered, avoiding Hagiwara's eyes. "Neither of us has really... experience with this kind of thing. So, it's a little... awkward sometimes."

But as she spoke, a genuine, heartfelt smile returned to her face. "Besides," she added, looking back at her phone but not really seeing the screen, "That's just how he is. Quiet. He doesn't say much, but when he does, it means a lot. And... I like that about him. It's the side of Ren I fell for."

Hagiwara watched her friend, the playful teasing fading from her expression, replaced by warmth. A soft smile mirrored Akeno's. She reached out and gently ruffled Akeno’s brown hair, her touch surprisingly tender for someone who looked like she could break bones.

"I see." she said, her voice kind. "As long as you’re happy, that's all that matters."

She paused, then her expression grew more serious, though a hint of mischief lingered in her eyes. “Speaking of your stoic boyfriend, I need to meet him. He’s not just your friend now, he’s my friend’s boyfriend."

Akeno’s eyes sparkled. “Really? You want to meet Ren?”

“Damn right I do. I need to size up the guy who’s going to be responsible for my best friend's happiness. And, you know,” Hagiwara added, adopting a mock-threatening tone, “make sure I know who to punch if he dares to make you cry.”

Akeno gasped, playfully swatting Hagiwara’s arm. “Yuka-chan! Don’t say things like that!"

Hagiwara just laughed at her adorable friend. The classroom's atmosphere, usually just quiet chatter before the bell, now held a vibrant energy thanks to Akeno's happiness and Hagiwara's boisterous laughs.

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the Tonpuu Shopping District as Akeno and Hagiwara made their way to Akeno’s house to work on an assignment together. The familiar sounds of shopkeepers calling out, the distant hum of traffic, and the general buzz of the small town filled the air.

As they rounded a corner near a popular dango shop, Akeno's steps faltered. There they were. Kaji, Enomoto, and Kusumi, standing outside the shop, each holding a stick of mitarashi dango, the sweet, sticky glaze glistening in the light. Kaji leaned against the wall, headphones around his neck, his trademark lollipop missing and replaced with a bamboo stick from the dango he just ate. Enomoto and Kusumi also happily munching their share of dango.

Akeno's face lit up. "Ren! Enomoto-kun! Kusumi-kun!" she called out warmly, waving her hand.

The three heads turned. Enomoto's boisterous voice rang out. "Ooh! Hana-chan! Fancy meetin' ya herrrre!"

Kusumi greeted with a soft smile and a wave of his hand.

Kaji's poker face remained mostly intact, but his dark gray eyes softened almost imperceptibly when they met Akeno's. He pulled the bamboo stick from his mouth, offering a small nod in greeting.

"What are you guys doing here?" Akeno asked, stepping closer to them with Hagiwara following her a little distance away. "Patrolling?"

"Nah, patrol duty finished up a bit ago! We were just passin' through when some lowlife rrrruffians started tryin' to shake down the ol' man who rrrruns this shop!" Enomoto explains.

Akeno's brows furrowed with worry. "Oh no! Were you guys okay? Nobody got hurt, right?" Her pink eyes scanned them anxiously, checking for any scrapes or bruises.

Enomoto swatted his hand in dismissal. "Yeah! Didn't even brrrreak a sweat! Look, we even get some mitarrrashi dango as a thanks! Kikuchi herre has the best dango in Makochi!" He held up his stick proudly.

Akeno sighed in relief, a warmth spreading through her chest. This was why she admired them, why she loved this town's new protectors.

Kaji, who had been listening quietly, stepped forward slightly. He held out the last stick of dango from the plastic container the shop owner had given them and offered it to Akeno. "Here," he said simply, his voice low.

Akeno's eyes sparkled. "Oh! Can I?" The guys smiled at her and nod.

"Thank you!" She took the stick from Kaji, her fingers brushing his for a fleeting second, sending a familiar warmth through both of them. The simple gesture made her heart flutter. She was about to take a bite when she remembered Hagiwara standing behind her.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, turning to her friend. "Yuka-chan, I'm sorry!" She held the dango out to Hagiwara. "Do you want some?"

Hagiwara smiled kindly at Akeno. "Nah, it's okay. You enjoy it." Her smile faded as she turned her attention back to Kaji.

“Oh no, I almost forgot!" Akeno turn to the guys and start to introduce Hagiwara.

"Ren, Enomoto-kun, Kusumi-kun, this is my best friend, Hagiwara Yuka. Yuka-chan, this is Kaji Ren, and these are his friends, Enomoto Takeshi and Kusumi Yuto."

Enomoto gave a nod. "It’s nice to meet ya."

Kusumi gave a slight bow and smile while Kaji gave an acknowledging nod.

Hagiwara stepped forward, giving a slight nod. "Nice to meet you guys. Hana talks a lot about you." She looked from Enomoto's bold demeanor to Kusumi's silent smile, and finally, her gaze settled on Kaji.

She looked him up and down, a silent, assessing gaze that seemed to take in his height, his build, the set of his jaw, even the almost imperceptible flicker of surprise in his gray eyes. It wasn't hostile, not exactly, but it was definitely... judging.

Kaji felt the unusual scrutiny. He wasn't used to people staring at him quite like this unless they were about to run away or pick a fight. He raised an eyebrow, a silent question. "What do you want?" he finally asked, his voice low and even.

Enomoto and Kusumi exchanged nervous glances behind him, noticed the slight shift of tension between them. They'd heard about Hagiwara from Akeno – 'that yankee girl who's Hana-chan's best friend'. They didn’t want to doubt Akeno’s choice of friend, but they don’t know what Hagiwara will do.

Hagiwara’s mouth curved into that familiar smirk, the one that promised both amusement and trouble. "Nah, nothing wrong," she said casually, her voice cool and measured, a stark contrast to Akeno's gentle tone. "Just nice to finally see the person I need to punch one day, in person."

Silence fell over the group. The cheerful street noise seemed to fade away.

Kaji pull out the bamboo stick from his mouth, his hand tightened almost imperceptibly around it. “Ha?”

His eyebrows furrowed. Kaji’s usual poker face cracking as his internal composure rattled. He wasn't expecting that.

"Yuka-chan! I told you not to say that!" Akeno scrambled to intervene, looking mortified.

Hagiwara ignored her best friend, gaze fixed on Kaji. "Don't be naive," she continued, her tone serious now, the playful edge gone. "With your life, running around with Bofurin, getting into fights... you're going to make Hana cry eventually. It's just how it is."

Kaji remained silent, but the irritation now obvious on his usually stoic face. He reached a hand into his pocket, fishing a fresh lollipop out of his pocket. His fingers fumbled slightly as he ripped open the wrapper, the small frustration helping tether his immediate anger. He popped the sweet into his mouth, his jaw working slowly as he tried to calm his anger down. Processing Hagiwara's blunt words and the implications they carried.

Enomoto and Kusumi shifted, their postures subtly changing, ready to step in if Kaji's quick temper ignited. They knew their Captain wasn't one to back down from a challenge, but this wasn't a fight with some punk; this was about Akeno.

The silence stretched, heavy with expectation. Akeno worriedly glanced between Kaji and Hagiwara.

Kaji drew a slow breath, letting the sugary sweetness soothe the edge of his temper. Finally, he spoke, voice still quiet, the lollipop moving as he talked.

"It's true," he said, surprising everyone. He didn't look away from Hagiwara, but his thoughts seemed directed inward. "She’s a little bit of a crybaby after all."

Akeno let out a small, indignant sound of protest from behind Hagiwara. "Hey!"

Kaji continued, his voice gaining a touch more depth. "She'll cry for me, yeah. Worrying about me, worrying about them." He gestured vaguely towards Enomoto and Kusumi. "Can't help that."

He paused, his gray eyes finally flickering towards Akeno before meeting Hagiwara's gaze again. "But I won't make her cry because I hurt her. Not directly, anyway."

His voice grew softer, almost private, even though others were listening. "I already promised myself," he said, the words steady and sincere, "that I'd protect her. And make her happy. As best as I can."

Another silence fell. This one wasn't tense, but charged with emotion. Everyone processed Kaji's quiet declaration.

After the words left his mouth, Kaji finally registered how open and direct he had been. His own face slowly flushed into furious red that contrasted sharply with his platinum hair. He quickly looked away, focusing intensely on his lollipop. He hadn't meant to say it quite like that, quite so... openly. It felt incredibly awkward, incredibly personal, spoken out loud in front of others.

Behind Hagiwara, Akeno's face was scarlet. Her pink eyes wide, she stared at Kaji, her heart hammering against her ribs. His words echoed in her mind; a promise whispered under the afternoon sun. She felt a wave of sudden, overwhelming shyness crash over her, mirroring his. Her head dropping slightly as she fiddled with the dango skewer in her hand. Both of them acutely aware of the presence of their friends, and intensely, utterly shy about the raw vulnerability they had just displayed.

Enomoto and Kusumi exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between the two Vice-Captains. A shared, knowing smile bloomed on their faces.

Hagiwara watched Kaji and Akeno's reactions, the stark, genuine blush painting their faces. After a moment of processing, she suddenly stepped forward. Without warning, she slapped Kaji firmly on the back.

Whack!

"Gah!" Kaji grunt, stumbling forward a step, the lollipop almost falling out of his mouth. He winced, rubbing his back. "What the hell was that for?!"

He straightened up, wincing slightly, a strange feeling of deja vu washing over him. Hadn't someone else done something similar to him before...?

"Not bad, Kaji! You're actually a cool guy!" Hagiwara grinned brightly this time, a completely different expression than before.

"But!" Hagiwara continued, maintaining her bright smile, "you're not taking all the glory for protecting Hana. She's my best friend. I'll be the one doing most of the protecting! You guys went to different school anyway."

Before Kaji could fully recover, Enomoto cut in, puffing out his chest again. "Hey! Don't forrget 'bout us! Hana-chan's ourrr friend too! We will also prrrrotect her!"

Kusumi immediately nodded in agreement, quickly typing on his phone. He held it up, the text clear:

📢 That's right! And everyone in Tamon Unit too! We all will protect Hana-chan! 🛡️

"Damn rrright!" Enomoto nodded vigorously.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted entirely. The tension evaporated, replaced by a flurry of competitive declarations. A playful argument erupted between the three about who was the most equipped or the most dedicated to protecting Akeno.

Kaji, still rubbing his back, watched his Vice-Captains and Hagiwara loudly and enthusiastically stake their claims on protecting Akeno. He couldn't help but feel a little cornered, but also... something else. A strange warmth spread through him, not from the blush this time, but from seeing the people he cared about connecting like this, all united by their care for Akeno.

Akeno, initially flustered by Kaji's confession and Hagiwara's antics, now just watched her friends with a wide, happy smile. She started to laugh, a clear, joyful sound that cut through the competitive banter.

"Everyone, thank you!" She squeals and throw herself on his friends, forcing them into a group hug. "I love you guys soooo much!!"

Her laughter and her genuine happiness seemed to diffuse the competitive energy. Enomoto grinned sheepishly, Kusumi lowered his phone but kept smiling, and Hagiwara simply laughs.

Kaji looked at Akeno, her face bright with pure happiness, surrounded by people who genuinely cared for her. His gaze softened. He adjusted his headphones, a faint trace of a smile touching his lips.

Maybe Hagiwara was right. Maybe his life would make Akeno worry. But seeing her like this, laughing because their friends were arguing about who got to protect her the most... that was a good feeling. And he knew, without a doubt, that he wanted to be a part of making her smile like that, every single day. The shyness was still there, a gentle flutter in his chest, but it was overlaid with a quiet, determined resolve. He'd protect that smile, no matter what.

Wait.

Isn't he the only one who missed out on a hug from Hana?

#wind breaker #kaji ren #akeno hana #renhana

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unpopularwriter25 · 11 months ago

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Unexpected Charms: Flirting with Oikawa

Y/N sat on the couch with her friend Hana, when her phone dinged. Hana had given Oikawa her number and now he was texting her non-stop. Y/N checked her phone and let out a deep sigh. Hana, already knowing who it was, asked, "What's it say?"

Y/N showed her the phone. Oikawa had sent: *"Missing your beautiful face already. When can I see you again? ❤️"*

Hana laughed, "He's really laying it on thick, isn't he?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. *Ding.* She glanced down at her phone again. Another message from Oikawa: *"I bet you're even more gorgeous when you're annoyed. 😘"*

Y/N responded with a simple, *"Leave me alone ❤️"*, and stood up. "I'm gonna grab a snack."

She headed into the kitchen. *Ding.* Hana's curiosity got the best of her. "Can I read it?"

Y/N nodded, "Go for it."

Hana picked up the phone and read out loud, *"You can try to ignore me, but I'll just keep reminding you how amazing you are. 😏"*

Hana smirked and, glancing up at Y/N who was distracted, sent Oikawa a picture of one of the selfies Y/N had recently taken.

Y/N walked back over and sat down beside her. She took the phone, her eyes widening at the picture. "Hana!"

Hana had attached a message with it: *"Here's a little something to hold you over. 😉"*

Y/N quickly texted back, *"That was not meant for you. Hana sent it without me knowing. Delete it."*

*Ding.* Oikawa replied, along with a screenshot showing he had made the selfie his screensaver: *"Too late, it's already making my day better. Thanks for the beautiful view. 😘"*

Y/N blushed slightly at the picture. She texted back, *"Delete it. That's so embarrassing. Oikawa, I'm so serious. Delete it."*

*Ding.* His flirty response came: *"Why would I delete such perfection? Now you can have your man as your wallpaper too. 😏"* He sent a selfie of himself, looking effortlessly handsome.

Y/N blushed furiously and responded with, *"You're not my man."*

*Ding.* Another message from Oikawa: *"Not yet, but I will be. 😉"*

Y/N groaned, finally responding back with, *"One date. Okay? One."*

*Ding.* Oikawa's message was instant: *"That's all I need to make you fall for me. Get ready to be swept off your feet, beautiful. ❤️"*

Y/N sighed, looking at Hana. "I can't believe you did that."

Hana laughed, "Come on, admit it, he's kind of charming."

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a small smile. "Maybe a little."

They both laughed, the tension easing as the evening light filtered through the living room window, casting a warm glow over the cozy space. The chatter of distant birds outside and the faint hum of the city provided a comforting backdrop to their conversation.

"So, where do you think he'll take you?" Hana asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

Y/N shrugged, "Knowing Oikawa, probably somewhere extravagant. He seems like the type to go all out."

Hana grinned, "You better pick out something nice to wear, then."

Y/N nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Yeah, I guess I better."

#fanfic #writing #fandom #fluff #anime #cute #anime x reader #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #volleyball anime #toru oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa fluff #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x y/n #fluff haikyu

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afyrian · 1 year ago

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no. 5 - cabin firekey masterlist

“welcome to cabin firekey.. terrible name, i know! i wasn’t the one to chose it though,” you open the doors to your cabin, turning around to look at all of the kids joining you for the duration of camp.

they all look different from each other, all intrigued by different things. a few of them hold their phones, eyes lit up with the bright blue lights. a couple of them holding their bags while dancing on the balls of their feet. you could picture yourself in them, each of them, even the one who seemingly wants nothing to do with camp.

“as you all know, my name is y/n, and i’m your counselor. we’ll be competing in activities, hosting a talent show, and having some fun in between. i know that this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but i’m hoping we can enjoy ourselves,” you take in a deep breath, clasping your hands together, “so pick your bunk and we’ll get to know each other.”

as they filter into the cabin, you look back into the woods and spot atsumu with his group. he’s already engaging them all in a discussion, expressing himself with his hands and movements. you bite your lip, wondering if this counselor thing was going to be as easy as he’s making it appear from afar.

you turn back to your cabin, looking around to see that most of the kids had already set their things down. the couple of them that seemed excited had quickly laid out their things, styled it some, their attention on their fellow cabin mates.

“so, i’ve already seen the names of everyone joining, but how about you give some names to the faces and a fun fact about yourself?” your heart rate quickens as you see all of them looking over at you.

the looks on their faces practically scream that they’re all socially nervous, hoping for someone else to start the conversation, “uh, we can start with me.. i used to come to this camp when i was your age. i actually met a lot of my good friends here. mmh i also really like to play video games, so if this stuff isn’t your cup of tea, i’m always good to talk about that.”

being welcoming was the only way you could think to get them involved. to bring about a side of them that they wouldn’t normally show to others, which is why you loved this camp. slowly, the girls all started to get out of their shells some. like amaya who joined the camp so her parents would buy her a new computer part. or kaida who wants to work in wilderness conservation, paired with her twin kaori who loves theater.

it slowly brought smiles to most of their faces, a few still stubborn.. and honestly, you couldn’t help but feel overjoyed that even if it’s your first day, it’s a better week than you could imagine. at least, it has been going well, now all you need for the perfect day is a great dinner.

“okay, tonight, the only thing on our agenda is dinner. they’ll have a few options for dietary needs, so please let the servers know if you need anything specifically,” you grab your phone and stuff it into your pocket, standing by the door, “and you can sit wherever. if you know someone from another group, feel free to say hi.”

“could we sit with you?” hanae, one of the shyer girls, raises her hand slightly, pursing her lips.

you nod immediately, “for sure, i’ll probably see some of my friends, but yeah, plus you guys can help think of some filler activities between the main stuff.”

this seemed to make some of the kids a bit more confident, walking down the path together with a pip in their step. you subconsciously look towards where atsumu’s cabin is again, him and his group already gone from their area. almost instantly, you look back forward, scolding yourself for even wondering what he would be up to. you don’t care, you probably shouldn’t care.

especially when he likely doesn’t even take a peek in your direction, unknowingly setting off a chain reaction of emotions within you-

“y/n!” a voice comes from your right, the noise of someone running up to you forcing your head to look at the person.

all you can see is a tuff of blonde hair as someone wraps their arms around you. however, the feeling of the short-stature automatically makes you know that it’s the nishinoya. “noya! i would’ve assumed you would already be at the mess hall.”

“nah the dudes ended up wanting to catch some bugs so we lost track of time- but can you believe atsumu is here? the balls on that dude,” he shakes his head, completely ignoring the many younger kids surrounding the two of you.

you laugh some, shaking your head, “i can’t stop him from being a camp counselor here, and neither can you. besides he doesn’t even remember me! so trust me when i say that it’s not balls.”

nishinoya bumps into you some, his two left feet unable to walk straight on the narrow dirt path. every little thing starts to help you remember things from camp that you never would’ve thought of. the two of you trekking through the trees, him constantly bumping into you cause he leans when he walks. his voice loud and quick, always making the conversation feel shorter than it is.

“okay.. but i could fuck him up if need be!”

“dude don’t you have like ten year olds in your group? and no, don’t even think about it. i will get my revenge when and if the time is right, young noya,” you bow a little, acting as if he’s your padawan.

he shrugs his shoulders, eyes clearly now focused on the mess hall. his mind switching between the conversation at hand and the mouth-watering food that the both of you could remember osamu making. you smile to yourself, trying to listen as he discusses some talent show thing his group wants to do.

taglist (open): @lemurzsquad, @froyaoya, @localgaytrainwreck a/n: noya’s here!! i love writing him and hope you guys like it too

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fanfic #hq #camp loverboy #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya #hq atsumu #atsumu x reader #hq fanfic #hq x reader #atsumu fluff

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mxmasked-alien · 9 months ago

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Shadow Hana!

Shadow/dark! Hana Lee x Raelyn (nb!OC)

"WHERE ARE THEY!?!" Hana's usual sweet voice now somewhat inhuman thundered through the ballroom. The guards drew closer in a circle around Drake, Maxwell, King Liam, his Queen Riley and her twin, Raelyn who weakly struggled against their sister's grasp.

"Let me go, Ri!" Raelyn pleads with Riley who tightened her grasp on them.

"I said no Raelyn!" Riley says sternly shaking Raelyn desperately trying to get her point across. "That's not Hana in there anymore! She ceased being your fiancee after destroying half of Cordonia!"

"That's not true! She needs me!" Raelyn continues to struggle despite their still healing injuries. Days ago Hana completely lost it, the stress from her parents, the bullying she dealt with from the court made her snap and now she was this...shadowy dark yet powerful being that could easily crush stone with her bare fists and start fires with a wave of her hand. In her first initial out burst she nearly brought the castle down around them all and in the collapse of the roof, Raelyn was injured. Since then the gang had been in hiding trying to outrun Hana's attempt to find her fiancé.

"Raelyn! She killed people!" Riley says staring in Raelyn's eyes hoping to knock sense in her twin.

"I don't care!" Raelyn yells back in her face causing Riley to freeze in shock and this gives Raelyn an opportunity to jerk away.

"HANA!" Raelyn hollers and the doors blow off their hinges. Hana's shadowy frame seems to fill the whole room.

"Raelyn..." Hana says softly

"Hana!" Raelyn tearfully cries out, stumbling to reach their fiancée, shadows wrap all around Raelyn's waist to bring them right in front of Hana's terrifying form but her appearance doesn't bother Raelyn in the slightest, they just collapse in Hana's arms.

"Get away from them, monster!" Riley cries out and Hana glares at her. Tendrils of shadows surround the shaking guards.

"You'll pay for keeping my fiance from me just like my parents paid for keeping us apart! No one is going to take them from me." Hana roared, her eyes glowing as hot as flames and the shadows continue to rise over the gang's heads.

"Stop! Please! No more! Don't hurt them! Please. For me Hana? For me?" Raelyn says cupping Hana's grey face in their hands pleading for their sister and friends lives. "Let's just go, please, let's just leave!"

Hana's furious face softens, "You want me to spare their lives? After all they've done? After how they treated you and me?" She sighs, "very well, I'll spare them but only because you asked me. We'll leave. We'll go somewhere no one can separate us again." Hana says before slicing the air and somehow pulling back this reality like anyone would pull open the curtains. Riley saw a glimpse of dark purple stormy skies and rivers of lava of a different dimension before she began to struggle even harder against Liam and Drake's grasp.

"No! Raelyn! Don't go!" Raelyn looks back at Riley and smiles.

"It's okay Ri. I'm going to be okay. You had to know I wasn't made for this courtly life anyway. And I choose Hana. I'll always choose Hana. Don't worry! I'll figure out how to face time you wherever we end up!" Raelyn says before taking Hana's hand and walking into this Shadow Realm with her. And then they were gone. Light began to filter through whatever windows weren't shattered and bird song could be heard. Everyone began to murmur and shift now that death seemed to not be on top of them anymore.

"Riley?" Liam says taking his wife in his arms.

"They're going to be okay. I know it." Riley says as they begin to put their home and their kingdom back together.

#choices #pixelberry #playchoices #hana lee #trr #Shadow Hana #Dark!Hana #Don't know where this prompt came from #Just thought I'd try my hand at a Shadow Hana edit #And then it evolved into...this

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leeknowsnot · 2 days ago

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CHAPTER 15 — "The Transfer Student"

The bell echoed across the hallways, calling students back from their lunch break like a firm, invisible leash. Inside Room 2-C, the usual rustle of uniforms and dragging footsteps filled the space as students made their way to their seats, conversations melting into one another in a haze of laughter and complaints about cafeteria curry.

Lina slid back into her chair, her lunch tray long since returned and her mood still somewhere between confused and irritable. Her friends had spent the last thirty minutes not-so-subtly teasing her about Seungmin. Again. And she had spent the same thirty minutes pretending she wasn’t bothered while practically inhaling her juice box in slow-motion denial.

Now, she just wanted to get through the afternoon without accidentally thinking about her next-door nuisance or—worse—feeling that frustrating warmth again in her chest when he smiled.

Mr. Ji entered the room a beat later, a stack of papers in one hand and his usual grimace doing little to hide the fact that he probably hadn’t had a decent cup of coffee since Monday.

“Settle down,” he muttered, barely above a grumble. “Before we go over lab schedules, we’ve got someone joining us today.”

The chatter softened. Lina blinked.

Mr. Ji shifted to the side.

The classroom door opened.

And in stepped a girl who, for a moment, seemed to change the air in the room.

Her hair fell in soft, honey-brown waves past her shoulders, not a strand out of place. Her skin glowed — not the kind of glow that needed highlighter or filters, but the kind that looked naturally ethereal, like she’d stepped out of a teen drama scene and into this very moment. Her posture was effortless, her features sharp but inviting, and the corners of her lips pulled into a soft, composed smile that made half the room unconsciously sit straighter.

“I’m Hwang Yunjin,” she said, her voice carrying a subtle, melodic lilt — polished Korean wrapped in the faintest trace of an American accent. “I was born in the States, but I’m Korean, and I just moved back recently. I’m really excited to be here and I hope we can get along.”

A brief pause. Then the room erupted into low murmurs and hushed gasps.

“She looks like she models,” someone whispered from the back.

“Her voice is so soft…” another murmured.

Even Hana, who had spent the last twenty minutes teasing Lina about her nonexistent feelings, leaned in and whispered, “Is it just me or is she literally glowing?”

Lina didn’t answer. She stared — not rudely, but with a vague sense of caution. Yunjin seemed… perfect. A kind of perfect that didn’t even try. The type of girl who had no idea she caused mini-heart attacks just by tucking her hair behind her ear.

Mr. Ji gestured toward the empty desk next to Lina — one that had remained vacant since the start of term.

“You can sit beside Lina,” he said, glancing toward Lina’s side of the room. “She’s the class representative.”

Yunjin nodded politely, her hands clasped in front of her as she walked to her seat, every movement light, quiet, graceful.

Lina kept her eyes front. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t shift in her seat. Until—

“Hi.”

A soft voice beside her.

She turned.

Yunjin was already seated and offering her a smile — gentle, genuine, as if she wasn’t just aware of her beauty, but disarmed by her own presence.

“I’m Yunjin. You must be Lina, right?” she asked quietly, her tone careful.

Lina blinked once before offering a nod. “Yeah. Welcome.”

Yunjin’s smile widened just a fraction before she looked ahead again.

Mr. Ji clapped his hands again to gather attention. “Since Lina’s your class rep, she’ll be showing you around campus after classes today. I don’t want you getting lost and missing the chemistry lab like the last exchange student did.”

Lina resisted the urge to sigh but nodded when her name was mentioned.

Yunjin leaned in slightly and whispered a quiet, “Thanks,” her tone sincere.

“No problem,” Lina replied just as softly, her throat dry for reasons she couldn’t fully explain.

The classroom settled. Mr. Ji began writing on the board, outlining a schedule with numbers and topics Lina barely registered. Yunjin quietly opened a new notebook, her handwriting already forming neat, looping Hangul with the kind of ease Lina didn’t expect.

Outside the windows, the autumn sun stretched long shadows across the school yard. Inside, the lesson began — but Lina’s thoughts had drifted again.

Not to Seungmin, for once.

But to the girl beside her, radiant and kind. The girl who’d just appeared and taken her seat — and who, even in her silence, made something shift in the quiet gravity of the room.

And for reasons Lina couldn’t name just yet, she felt her chest tighten with something strangely familiar.

Not quite dread.

Not quite jealousy.

But something that whispered, this changes things.

#skz #stray kids #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #stray kids lee minho #lee know #skz lee minho #skz seungmin #2min #2min stray kids #2min skz #2min skz family #leeknow x seungmin

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hanafubukki · 3 months ago

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Hi Everyone 💞🌺🫂

I’m going to be going on a trip for the next couple of weeks. It’s a vacation that is very much needed and I’ve been looking forward to 🥳💞

I’m going to Japan 🥳💞💞 watch Monday update drop and it makes me cry in twst homeland lolol but at least I’ll have a chance to get a pic of silvers SSR banner at the station and the anniv banners maybe🙏🙏

Just wanted to say that I’ll probably post pictures here so if you want to filter it out please filter “Hana’s trip”

I want to post cute pictures and this will force me to take some too because I’m usually terrible at taking pics lolol 💞💞😂😂

I might be late (or not able to) comment/reply to dms, asks, comments, etc for awhile, so sorry about that 🙏💚 touching grass and all that walking will wear me out 💞💚😅

I’m really excited about this trip ahhh 🥹🥰🥰💞💞 a bit nervous as well, but I’ll have my nuis with me and my friends as support🙏🙏💞💞

#Hana announces #Hana’s trip #hanas thoughts #you’ll still see me post and reblog stuff but you’re all probably used to me doing that anyways #especially at the most random of times lolol #since insomnia and coping has me on here at different times of the day/night so that’s won’t change lolol #I just won’t be able to fangirl in tags and comments like I usually do lolol

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hottiewatch-stories · 8 days ago

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Kiriko x D.Va oneshot ♡

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contains: nsfw, fluff, fingering, thigh riding, eating out

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Kiriko had always loved camping — the quiet hush of the forest, the scent of damp earth and pine, the way the world seemed to slow down when you were far from city lights. It reminded her of the trips she used to take with her family back in Japan, when mornings began with birdsong and nights ended curled up by a crackling fire, her father’s stories hanging in the air like smoke. She’d often dreamed of sharing that peace with Hana, imagining the two of them nestled together beneath the trees, with nothing but stars overhead and the warmth of each other’s company. But Hana had always refused, in the softest, most disarming way — wide, pleading eyes and a faint pout that left Kiriko helpless to protest. Every time the topic came up, Hana would shake her head with a dramatic shiver and mumble something about bugs and dirt and missing Wi-Fi, and somehow Kiriko would end up laughing and letting it go. Until now. A few days ago, Hana had lost a bet — a small, silly thing, but with high enough stakes that Kiriko had insisted on claiming her reward. Camping. A full weekend. No excuses. And this time, Hana hadn’t been able to wriggle out of it, no matter how hard she tried. Kiriko had grinned, smug and victorious, already planning their route before Hana could change her mind. Now, the day had finally arrived. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a pale golden light over the quiet street as they packed the car together — a borrowed tent, two heavy backpacks, and all the survival gear Kiriko could manage to squeeze in. Most of it they probably wouldn’t need, but it made her feel better to have it anyway — like she could somehow protect them both from whatever the wilderness might throw their way.

Kiriko took the wheel, her fingers relaxed on the steering wheel as the old forest road curved ahead of them, winding through tall trees that filtered sunlight down in golden slants. The air was fresh in a way that made Hana roll down her window halfway, even if she complained about the chill. The breeze tangled her hair and made her squint against the light, but Kiriko caught the faint smile playing at her lips when she thought no one was looking. Hana had loaded a playlist on her phone — a mix of lo-fi beats and nostalgic pop, humming quietly as she scrolled through songs, occasionally glancing sideways at Kiriko with a look that said, “I’m still not happy about this, but I’ll survive.” Kiriko only grinned, stealing a quick look at her girlfriend, who looked entirely out of place in her crop top and glittery acrylic nails. “You’re going to be fine,” Kiriko said gently, one hand leaving the wheel to brush against Hana’s thigh. “It’s just two nights.” “That’s what they say in horror movies right before someone dies in the woods,” Hana muttered, but there was no real bite in her voice — only teasing, only affection wrapped in sarcasm. They drove in comfortable silence for a while, the kind that comes easy between people who know each other’s rhythms. The kind where glances mean more than words. Trees thickened on either side of the road, tall evergreens leaning close. Kiriko’s chest ached with a quiet sort of joy. She hadn’t realized how much she missed this feeling — the road, the trees, and now, Hana here with her. By the time they arrived at the trailhead, the sky had settled into a gentle, cloudless blue, and the morning breeze drifted around them with a quiet, comforting coolness. Kiriko pulled into a small clearing, the gravel crunching under the tires as she parked beneath a stretch of dappled shade. She cut the engine and sat for a moment, taking in the quiet. Birds chirped somewhere in the distance, and the faint scent of woodsmoke drifted in from someone’s distant fire. “Well,” she said, reaching into the backseat for her backpack. “Welcome to the middle of nowhere.” Hana peered out the window like she was waiting for a bear to appear. “Are you sure there’s a bathroom?” “Nope,” Kiriko said brightly. “But the trees are very welcoming.” Hana groaned, drawing out the sound like it might convince the universe to rescue her. But when she stepped out of the car, the sun caught in her eyes, and something softened in her face — a quiet wonder she probably didn’t even realize was there.

The first thing Kiriko learned upon arriving at the campsite was that her girlfriend had absolutely no idea how tents worked. “I’m holding it!” Hana protested, her voice rising an octave as the half-assembled tent collapsed in on itself for the third time. “I am! It’s just—this pole is bendy and rude and I think it’s trying to kill me.” Kiriko snorted, laughing so hard her sunglasses slipped down her nose. She was on her knees, trying to thread one of the tent poles through its sleeve, while Hana stood at the opposite end – tangled in nylon and moral defeat. “Babe,” Kiriko said between laughs, “you’re holding it upside down. The hook’s supposed to go at the top, not the dirt.” “Well maybe the dirt should try holding it for a while!” Hana huffed, tossing her hands up in mock betrayal. “You’re the nature lesbian, you do it.” They had been at it for nearly two hours, stopping every fifteen minutes for snack breaks, water, or because Hana needed to “emotionally reset” after getting dirt on her leggings. Their little clearing was a disaster of gear, poles, and crumpled instructions that Kiriko refused to read out of pride. Eventually, the tent stood upright — a little crooked, a little sad-looking, but undeniably functional. They both stepped back to admire it, hands on hips, proud as hell. “See?” Kiriko said, nudging Hana’s shoulder with hers. “We only mildly wanted to kill each other.” “It’s listing to the left like it just got broken up with,” Hana muttered, though she was smiling now. “But yeah, I’m impressed. I was fully expecting to die under a tarp tonight.” Kiriko grinned, turning to face her. Her cheeks were a little flushed from the sun, and her ponytail was messy in the cutest way, strands of hair sticking to her forehead. “Admit it,” she said, poking Hana gently in the stomach. “You’re having at least, like, 12% fun.” “Mmh 9.5,” Hana teased, eyes gleaming. “And only because you brought those strawberry gummies.” They now sat on a nearby log, watching the sunlight filter down through the trees, their knees bumping together every so often. Kiriko reached into her backpack and pulled out the promised gummies, offering the bag like a peace treaty. “Best part of camping,” she said, popping one into her mouth. “Snacks taste better when you earn them.” Hana took one, chewing slowly, thoughtful. “Okay, yeah, this one hits different. Like… fireflies and childhood trauma.” Kiriko choked on her gummy, nearly falling off the log. “Jesus, Hana!” “What?” Hana laughed. “It’s got emotional flavor!” They ended up sprawled in the grass after that, the tent casting a crooked little shadow across their feet. Kiriko stretched out, arms above her head, sighing as the warmth soaked into her skin. “I missed this,” she said softly. “Just… the quiet. The trees. Not having to think about anything.” Hana turned her head toward her. “I didn’t think I’d like it,” she admitted. “But… it’s not so bad when I’m with you.” That earned her a long, warm look — Kiriko’s eyes soft, a little surprised, like maybe she hadn’t expected to hear that. “You’re such a sap,” she murmured. Hana shrugged, trying not to look flustered. “Shut up. You brought biodegradable glitter for our campsite, don’t come for me.” Kiriko cackled, rolling onto her side to bump her forehead against Hana’s. “It’s eco-conscious whimsy, actually.”

By the time the sun began to dip low behind the trees, casting the clearing in long gold shadows, the crooked little tent was finally in order, the snacks were mostly gone, and the air had turned just cool enough to make goosebumps rise along their arms. Kiriko knelt over the fire pit, coaxing sparks from a bundle of dry twigs and kindling with a practiced patience. She struck the lighter once, twice — and on the third try, a flame caught, curling upward in a bright flicker that slowly, softly grew. The fire began to breathe, warm and steady, and the crackling sound of it filled the little space between them. Hana stood nearby, wrapped in the thick flannel blanket they’d pulled from the car, and watched as the orange glow lit Kiriko’s face in soft, dancing light. There was a kind of magic to her like this — hair pulled back, sleeves rolled up, the quiet focus in her hands. She looked like she belonged here, like the trees knew her name. “I got us a fire,” Kiriko said proudly, flashing a grin over her shoulder. “Are you impressed?” “Honestly? I‘m a little turned on,” Hana replied with a sly smile, and Kiriko burst out laughing as she dusted off her palms. They dragged two thick logs closer to the fire and sat down, hips pressed close together as the blanket was pulled around both of them. Kiriko tucked it over Hana’s legs, making sure it didn’t drag on the ground, and Hana leaned in without hesitation, nestling her head against Kiriko’s shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. It was quiet now. The kind of quiet that isn’t empty — just full of things unspoken. The forest rustled gently, and somewhere in the distance, an owl called. The fire popped, sending a burst of sparks into the air, and the warmth of it kissed their cheeks. “I never realized how loud the city is until I come out here,” Hana murmured, her voice muffled slightly where her cheek pressed into Kiriko’s hoodie. “Even when it’s quiet, it’s not… peaceful like this.” Kiriko shifted, letting her arm wrap around Hana’s back, holding her a little closer. “Yeah,” she said softly. “That’s why I love it. There’s space to breathe. To think. To just be.” They sat like that for a while, the silence between them growing more comfortable with each passing minute, until Hana tilted her head just enough to look up at her. “You used to do this with your family, right?” Kiriko nodded, her eyes on the fire. “Yeah. My dad would always try to teach me how to fish and I’d always end up falling in the lake instead. My mom made the best camp meals. Like, real stuff — rice and soup and even dumplings sometimes. She made camping feel like home.” “That’s sweet,” Hana said, smiling softly. “I kind of wish I had that.” Kiriko turned to her, brushing a few strands of hair from Hana’s forehead. “Well,” she said, voice low and a little shy now, “we can make our own memories, right?” Hana blinked up at her, eyes warm and reflecting the flicker of the flames. “Are you trying to romance me under the stars?” Kiriko smirked. “Is it working?” And Hana, cheeks pink and heart maybe beating a little too fast, didn’t answer — she just curled in closer, tucked her nose into Kiriko’s neck, and whispered, “You smell like vanilla and marshmallows. It’s unfair.”

Eventually, the fire burned down to glowing embers, and the chill of the night crept in around them — the kind that made noses pink and breath fog in the air. Hana tugged the blanket tighter, still curled into Kiriko’s side, reluctant to move but shivering just enough to give in. “We should go in,” Kiriko murmured, her lips brushing the crown of Hana’s hair, kissing it softly. “Mmm,” Hana hummed, a little whine tucked in. “But it’s so nice right now. Just us. No notifications, no people, no lights but the stars.” Kiriko smiled gently, pressing a kiss to her temple. “The stars will still be there in the morning. But if you freeze to death, I’ll have to carry you out, and we both know you’re kind of dramatic about being cold.” “Rude,” Hana mumbled, though she was already letting Kiriko help her up. They stumbled back into the tent together, still wrapped in the flannel blanket, brushing against each other with every awkward shuffle. They slipped off their shoes and crouched down together, ducking quietly into the tent, the fabric rustling softly around them as they stepped inside. Inside, the air was warmer — cozy from the day’s sun, with a soft lantern glow casting golden shadows across the walls. The sleeping bags were already spread across the tent floor, half-zipped and tangled. Hana dropped onto one of them with a sigh of exaggerated exhaustion, sitting down like she was claiming it for herself. “I’m never going back home. This is it. This is where I live now.” Kiriko sat down cross-legged in front of her, fingers moving to unzip her hoodie. “You live here? In the tent?” “Yup. Forest wife now. My skincare routine is leaves and regret.” That made Kiriko laugh, low and fond, as she pulled her hoodie off, revealing the simple white tank top beneath — thin cotton clinging to her form, her skin still flushed from the heat of the fire. Hana’s eyes caught on it, trailing slowly downward, lingering just long enough for Kiriko to notice. She raised a brow, teasing. “See something you like?” Hana didn’t answer with words. She just reached out, straddling Kiriko’s lap, and rested her hands on Kiriko’s shoulders to steady herself. Kiriko held her close without hesitation, their bodies fitting together like they were made for it. Hana tilted her head with a slow, playful smirk. “Maybe I’m just admiring my beautiful, competent, smug girlfriend,” she said, voice light but laced with fondness. “You’re trouble,” Kiriko murmured, her voice laced with playful affection as her gaze softened, tinged now with something deeper — slower, more heated. “You love it though,” Hana replied with a sweet little smile, her tone light and teasing before she leaned in, brushing their lips together in a kiss that started delicate — a gentle meeting of warmth and trust. The kiss deepened gradually, unhurried and full of love, as if they had all the time in the world to memorize the shape of each other’s mouths. Kiriko’s hands slid down with quiet purpose, fingers curving around the softness of Hana’s hips before giving the swell of her ass the faintest, playful squeeze. It made Hana smile against her lips, a soft, breathy sound escaping her — half a whimper, half a laugh. Then, with a teasing flicker of confidence, Kiriko parted her lips and let her tongue trace gently against Hana’s, the kiss growing warmer, wetter, more intimate.

The kiss lingered, slow and syrupy, each brush of tongue and lips growing heavier with want. Hana’s fingers curled into the fabric of Kiriko’s tank top, pulling her a little closer, just enough that their chests brushed, soft warmth meeting soft warmth. The air between them was already thick — with breath, with heat, with the quiet tension of two girls who’d been teasing each other all day.

Kiriko eventually pulled back, a thin string of saliva still connecting their flushed, swollen lips. Her head dipped down, breath warm against Hana’s neck before she began to pepper it with featherlight kisses. She found a spot just beneath her jaw and sucked gently, leaving a slow, blooming mark. Hana let her eyes flutter shut, soaking in the moment. “Fuck… I love you,” she murmured, fingers curling in Kiriko’s ponytail, tugging gently. Kiriko smiled against her skin, her voice low and full of affection. “I love you too.” Her hand slid downward with aching slowness. She slipped it beneath Hana’s cropped shirt and found the soft curve of her tit, cupping it with reverent care. “You’re not wearing a bra,” Kiriko murmured between kisses, a grin tugging at her lips. “Too hot,” Hana whispered, her voice a little breathless now. “And I knew you’d touch me like this.” Kiriko groaned softly, fingers rolling over the sensitive bud — flicking it lightly between her index and middle, then teasing it with the pad of her thumb. She felt Hana’s body react, a soft arch of her back, a shaky little breath. Kiriko knew this always drove her girlfriend wild. “Nghh~ yes… fuck,” Hana moaned, hips shifting instinctively, need dripping from her voice.

Hana was already squirming in Kiriko’s lap, her body arching into her touch, breaths coming out in soft little gasps. “Clothes off,” Kiriko murmured against her neck, voice rough and low. “I wanna see all of you.” Hana nodded, eager and flushed, and awkwardly sat back just enough to tug off her cropped tee, arms fumbling a bit in the cramped space of the tent. Her hair was messy, cheeks burning, chest heaving — and fuck, Kiriko loved how wrecked she already looked. “You’re unreal,” Kiriko muttered, eyes roaming greedily over Hana’s bare tits, pupils blown wide. She slipped her leggings off next, lifting her hips just enough to shimmy them down. No underwear, nothing beneath — just flushed skin and slick heat between her thighs.

Kiriko licked her lips. “Is that all for me, baby?”

Hana gave her a shy smile, biting her lip. “All yours.” Kiriko mirrored her, sliding her tank top over her head and tossing it aside. She unclasped her bra and let it fall, revealing her full, heavy tits — skin flushed and nipples already stiff from all the teasing. Then she laid back, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants and pushing them down, kicking them off without ceremony. Hana was already climbing on top of her, straddling her gorgeous, bare body like she couldn’t wait another second. Kiriko let her thigh slide between Hana’s legs, letting the warmth of her skin press right up against her dripping pussy. She looked up at her, eyes dark, lips parted. “Wanna ride me like this? Grind down on my thigh while I finger you?” Hana nodded immediately — quick, desperate, like she couldn’t take another second without being touched like that. “Yes. Fuck, yes.“ “Then ride, baby,” Kiriko whispered, one hand gripping Hana’s hip, the other already sliding down to tease between her folds. “Let me feel how wet you are while you fuck yourself on me.” Hana started moving, slow at first — rocking her hips forward, dragging her soaked clit along the firm muscle of Kiriko’s thigh. The pressure made her gasp, her hands bracing on Kiriko’s shoulders for balance. Kiriko slipped two fingers in her pussy hole – the slick sound of it filled the tent, wet and shameless, every shift of Hana’s hips dragging more desperate moans from her throat. “God, you’re dripping,” Kiriko groaned. “You like getting off on me like this? Humping my thigh like a needy little slut?” Hana’s head dropped back, a whimper tearing from her throat. “Yes, fuck—don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.” Kiriko kept her fingers moving, matching the rhythm of Hana’s grinding, her other hand bruising into her hip, guiding her to fuck down harder, faster. Every grind sent a jolt of pleasure through Hana, her clit rubbing perfectly against Kiriko’s thigh, her body jerking every time those fingers stroked just right. She was falling apart — messy, breathless, eyes glassy. “You gonna come like this?” Kiriko growled, her own breath shaky now, turned on beyond reason just watching her girlfriend lose it. “Gonna soak my fucking leg, hm?” Hana couldn’t speak — she just nodded frantically, moaning with every desperate thrust of her hips. Her thighs were shaking, her body twitching. She was close, so close. “Then fucking come for me. Make a mess all over me.” And with a loud, broken moan, Hana did — hips stuttering, body locking up as she came hard, cum spilling over Kiriko’s thigh and hand, breath caught in her throat. Her whole body trembled through it, a long, aching orgasm that left her gasping.

Hana softly slumped forward, breath still ragged, head resting on Kiriko’s shoulder as she came down from the high. Her body was still twitching slightly, oversensitive and buzzing, but her mind was already circling something else — a hunger that hadn’t gone anywhere. “I wanna taste you,” she whispered, voice hoarse but firm, pressing a kiss just below Kiriko’s jaw. Kiriko let out a low, surprised laugh, eyes half-lidded and dazed. “You just came so hard you saw stars and now you wanna eat me out?” Hana grinned against her skin. “Exactly.” Before Kiriko could respond, Hana was already moving — crawling down her body slowly, deliberately, kissing every inch of skin along the way: her collarbone, the soft swell of her tits, her stomach. She paused just below her navel, lips warm and teasing. Kiriko was already slightly spreading her legs for her, thighs still sticky with Hana’s cum. Her pussy glistened in the dim light of the tent — wet, flushed, and so obviously needy.

“God,” Hana breathed, settling between her thighs. “You’re soaked too.” “Then do something about it,” Kiriko said, her voice rough now, hips giving the faintest roll forward like she couldn’t help herself. Hana didn’t wait. She yanked Kiriko’s thighs apart with both hands, fingers digging in hard, and shoved her tongue deep into that dripping, desperate cunt—slow, greedy licks sliding up and down her slick folds. Then she zeroed in on Kiriko’s swollen clit, flicking it fast and brutal, tongue fucking that filthy little bud like she was starving, driving Kiriko wild. “Fuck, H-Hana—” Hana hummed in response, vibrating right against her clit. “You taste so good,” Hana murmured, pulling back just enough to speak — her lips shining, her chin slick. “Could eat this pussy all fucking night.” “Please… do it,” Kiriko snapped, breathless, bucking her hips forward again. Hana smirked and dove straight back into her pussy, tongue-fucking her hole with messy, hungry strokes while her fingers rubbed slow, filthy circles over her clit — making Kiriko squirm like a needy bitch in heat. The sounds were filthy — wet and loud, Hana slurping like she was starved, Kiriko moaning louder with every pass. “Shit– fuck, just like that,” Kiriko panted, thighs squeezing around Hana’s head. “Fucking eat me, baby, just like that—” Hana didn’t stop. She wanted to wreck her. She focused on her clit now, tongue flicking in rapid pulses, lips sucking hard. Kiriko’s whole body arched, her hand pulling tight at Hana’s hair, hips grinding up into her face shamelessly. “You gonna come?” Hana asked, voice low, teasing, right against her pussy. “Gonna fucking come all over my filthy mouth?” “Fuck—yes—yes, don’t stop—” And Hana didn’t. She kept her tongue right there, pushing Kiriko over the edge with relentless, filthy focus — until Kiriko cried out, legs locking tight around her head, thighs trembling as the orgasm hit hard and fast. Her pussy gushed against Hana’s mouth, and Hana moaned into it, licking her through every wave, swallowing every single drop. Hana finally pulled away, mouth glistening, cheeks flushed, eyes dark and glowing with pride. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then crawled up and pressed a sweet, messy kiss to Kiriko’s lips. “You’re fucking amazing,” Hana whispered, curling up beside her. Kiriko just laughed softly, still breathless. “God. We’re gonna have to air this tent out tomorrow.”

Kiriko laid there for a long moment, completely still except for the rise and fall of her chest. Her body felt boneless, pleasantly wrecked, and somehow both overheated and weightless. Beside her, Hana nuzzled into the crook of her neck, smirking smugly like she hadn’t just made her girlfriend see stars.

“You okay?” Hana murmured, brushing her nose along Kiriko’s jaw. “I think you short-circuited my brain.” “Mmm. Good.” Hana pressed a kiss to her neck, soft and lingering. “Maybe now I’m finally smarter than you.” Kiriko let out a huff of laughter and turned her head, resting her cheek against Hana’s hair. “You’d have to be if you think I’m sleeping in a tent that smells like… us.” Hana giggled, burying her face in Kiriko’s shoulder. “We could say we’re just… marking our territory?” “Gross.” “Hot.” Kiriko tried to give her a deadpan glare but ended up grinning like an idiot. “You’re the worst.” “And yet… you love me,” Hana teased, snuggling in closer. “And I make you come so hard you forget your own name.” Kiriko let out an exaggerated groan. “Don’t remind me. My legs are still shaking.” They both broke into soft giggles – the kind that only came out late at night, naked and happy in each other’s arms. Outside the tent, the crickets chirped gently, and the fire had burned down to glowing embers. Hana reached over blindly and grabbed the blanket, dragging it up over both of them until they were cocooned in soft, slightly damp warmth. “Mmm,” Kiriko mumbled, tucking her face into Hana’s neck now. “Next time I‘m riding you. No excuses.” Hana smirked sleepily. “Gladly. But next time, we’re bringing a mattress.” “What, the ground not doing it for you?” “It’s doing something,” Hana muttered, shifting to get more comfortable. “Like making my entire spine cry.” Kiriko laughed again, soft and fond. “City girl.” “Forest gremlin.” “Your forest gremlin,” Kiriko said, her voice quieter now. “Forever,” Hana whispered, smiling against her hair. And just like that, they melted into each other — tangled up, sticky and sleepy, but warm and full of love. The tent rustled softly around them as the night deepened, wrapping them in stars and the steady rhythm of their breathing.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 1 year ago

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A/N ::: @katkitkats and I talked about this about a week ago. I'm sorry this took me so long, Kat. I know it's a lot shorter than what I was anticipating. Ha, isn't that some shit. I DIDN'T write something freakishly long. Jesus. How weird. Anyway, I hope you like it, Kat. <3 As always, thanks for discussing your ideas with me

C/W ::: Timeskip Hanma x depressed F.reader, talk of feeling worthless, mention of leaving - I don't mean suicide, I just mean like, literally going away/leaving.

Hanma is uncharacteristically sweet and compassionate in this piece. Do I think he could ever be capable of such feelings? Honestly? I can see it happening but he's got a lot of growing up to do first.

WC ::: 1,284

Cry Until You Laugh

For Kat

The light from outside was an assault on your eyes that you would not soon forget. Or forgive, for that matter. Hanma pulled back the blackout curtains in favor of the light yellow embroidered sheers to filter the world from your sensitive disposition.

"It looks like it's going to be a warm day. What do you think about going for a rid-" You met his question with a loud groan and rolled over, pulling his pillow over your face. "Ok. So no ride along the coast. Noted. But you know you should at least-" He started again.

"Try to get outside. Yes, Shuji. I know. Thank you." You said softly, despite interrupting him. You knew that he was only trying to do his best for you. For the both of you. "But I think I'd like to stay in. You know how I feel about that fiery fucking thing in the sky. I hate it."

That drew a soft laugh from him. "Hana, what am I going to do with you." You knew what he meant but you just couldn't help yourself.

"It's recycling day, is it not? Just put something decent on me and sit me at the curb. Let the city handle the rest."

"Han- hana. Don't talk like that. Please? I'm never going to ... to do whatever the fuck you're talking about. Now come please. I have to get you up and running and then we’re going out. What sounds good for breakfast?"

You pulled the pillow the rest of the way from your face and flipped it behind your head, sitting at a comfortable incline. The look on Hanma's face was absolutely heartbreaking. He shouldn't have to be dealing with this shit. With you. It made you feel bad, knowing you were such a burden on everyone that has stuck by you up to this point.

Normally, you'd make some offhand comment about how a bowl of shredded glass and bleach would be all you'd need for the morning. But there was a noticeable sadness that was almost heavier in Hanma's eyes than in your own. It made you want to cry. But then that would only make him feel bad. And that was just one more thing you never wanted for him. You were sad enough for the both of you.

"Hana ... please? I know you feel like there are better things to do, but it's important to take care of yourself, baby. Don't you want to show the world how beautiful you are." He chuckles as he says the last part. "Eh, I know you don't care. I know you don't."

Hanma helps you up off of the bed and helps you walk to the bathroom. He lifts you up and sets you on top of the counter and pulls out the brush to run it through your hair. It's been hard for him, this experience with you. He loves you with every piece of himself. But sometimes he doesn't know how to act around you. You're a loose canon sometimes and if he says or does something that can set you off, there's no telling how long you'll be on that downward spiral.

"Hey... Look at me. It's going to be okay. We'll take some time just for us today." He tips your face up so you're looking at him. His amber eyes are glowing in the morning sunlight.

How, you wonder, can one person be everything when you are nothing.

He manages to take care of things and makes sure you do the bare minimum on top of everything else. It's so fucking exhausting being you.

Sometimes you play the "If I just left" game. But you would never leave him like that. You don't think, anyway.

"Look at me." His tone shifted from soft to commanding. "I mornings are hard for you. I know this morning is hard for you." As he notices you're not responding, he brings his face close, and caresses your cheeks, to make you see him as he stares at you sharply.

His reassurances are your downfall. You can tell him no over and over again. Tell him to fuck off until you're blue in the face. But he'd only tell you that blue looks really pretty on you.

"I love you." You break down in tears.

He holds you tightly, shushing you softly. "I'm here. I'm here, baby. I'm not leaving. I promise. I'll stay as long as you want me to stay. I'm not going anywhere." He whispers softly to you as he gently runs his fingers through your hair. "It's going to be okay."

You feel so stupid and vulnerable right now. You just want to crawl in a hole and disappear. But Hanma won't let that happen.

He helps you get ready for the day and takes you to the kitchen for breakfast. You hate it when he cooks for you. It makes you feel like a child. But he insists and you're just too fucking tired to argue.

After you eat, he helps you put on your shoes and a light jacket before grabbing his keys and wallet. He opens the front door and lets you walk out first before following behind you.

The sunlight was damn near blinding. You hadn't been outside in weeks and the fresh air felt foreign.

Hanma takes your hand and leads you to his car. You can already feel the anxiety starting to shake loose in your chest. It's been so long since you've been out in public. You just hope that no one you know sees you.

The ride to the park is a quiet one. You're still upset and you're trying not to cry again.

When you finally reach the park, Hanma parks the car and comes around to open your door. He offers his hand and you take it.

You walk in silence through the park. The only sound is the crunch of the leaves beneath your feet.

As you're walking, you notice Hanma taking pictures of you. You don't like it but you don't say anything. You know he's just trying to make you feel better.

You both stop at a bench and sit down. Hanma wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you close. "How are you feeling, hana? It's been some time since you've been out like this." He says softly.

"I'm alright." You respond quietly.

"You don't have to pretend with me, baby." He says as he caresses your cheek. "It's okay to not be okay."

"I just... I just don't know what to do anymore. I can't stand how I feel like this. I hate that I'm not able to be normal anymore." You sigh as you lean into his touch.

"You're doing the best you can, sweetheart. You're so brave and so beautiful." He presses a soft kiss to your temple.

"You don't have to keep doing this, you know." You say quietly. "You don't have to keep putting up with me. You can leave if you want."

"I'm not going anywhere, hana. I'm here for you. I love you and I'm not leaving you."

You lean against him as tears start to well up in your eyes. "I don't deserve you."

He stretched his arms above his head. "I know." He whispers as he gently strokes your hair. "Everything in the world, hana. You're worth it. I'll never leave you."

You sniffle as you try to hold back the tears. "I just want to be normal again."

Hanma sighs softly. "I know, hana. But what's the fun in that?"

He looks down and smiles at you.

And for the first time in a long time, you smile.

Really smile.

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tower-of-hana · 2 years ago

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Intro Post

This post will probably be updated as things come up so make sure to pay attention to it.

Salvēte omines It's me, Hana. I am a conlanger, linguist from the United States and my pronouns are she/it. I also do Latin things sometimes because that is part of my background.

How Do You Pronounce Your Name?

I prefer /xana/ (German ch + anna) or /χana/ but I accept /hana/ (it's pronounced the way it looks) too.

What Is a Conlanger?

A conlanger is a person who makes fictional languages, think David Peterson (Dothraki/Valyrian etc.), Marc Okrand (Klingon), Dr. Zamenhof (Esperanto). Tolkien (Sindarin, Quenya etc.)

What Are Your Profiles?

Here are the active ones

Conlangs only blog

ConWorkShop

CBB

What Do You Post?

Sometimes I will post a bit of what I am working on and sometimes I will shitpost about linguistics. Sometimes I do neither of those things and post about other stuff.

Do You Accept Asks?

Yes please reach out to me about anything.

What Is Your Policy for Finding People's Pronouns?

I will check every piece of social media linked in bio and the bios of those social media sites until I run out of places to look at which point your pronouns are they/them until you tell me otherwise.

Politics?

While I am on the left I probably save my political engagement and most of my angry ranting for. The reason I have this blog is because I wanted to shitpost about linguistics and my (small) group of followers were built off negative political engagement. It made me genuinely miserable and so I don't post on twitter that much anymore. Maybe when/if twitter goes under I will make a sideblog but idk. I guess what I'm saying is I probably won't argue with you.

How Do You Filter Your Content?

I try to use common sense when I tag/cw/apply labels to my posts for things that I think will upset people but if you need me to do it differently then please feel free to send me a message. I don't make a lot of posts that require censoring.

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an-aroaces-harem · 2 years ago

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fickle

Title: fickle

Pairing: Ellis x OC

Warnings: implied sex, failed drugging attempt, modern!au

Author's note: First of all, DO NOT take strangers to your home with you. Secondly, I kinda envisioned Ellis as werewolf!ellis but taking his latest epilogues and other story bits into consideration, his behaviour in my fic pretty much matches his canon behaviour.

This man could be the man she dreamed of, and she met him in a place of short-termed encounters, the reality of the present.

»You know,« Anne says, the loud music getting louder with every step, »I’m surprised we even got in with you wearing that cutesy outfit.«

»Yeah,« Heather chimes in, slightly pulling down her deep v-neck, »especially since cute and innocent is out. We aren’t teens anymore, Hana, guys want seductive women who know what they want.«

Hana just shrugs and follows them to the bar, avoiding all the sweaty bodies on the packed dance floor. The music currently playing isn’t to her liking as she sits down next to Anne. They order drinks, Anne glances to Hana, chin propped onto her palm, and decides that she needs alcohol in her system to cheer up. Anne beckons the bartender back to them, asking for a nice, fruity cocktail for Hana.

Hana rolls her eyes at that, not really fond of alcohol, and watches the other two downing their own drinks, followed by several shots. An orange one appears in Hana’s sight, decorated with a spiral straw and other glittery things she doesn’t need in a drink.

»Join us when you loosened up enough,« Heather shouts over the beats, patting Hana’s shoulder and she disappears with Anne in the crowd of dancing bodies.

Hana wonders why she agreed in the first place to go with them, she’s bored already. One night stands aren’t really her thing. Maybe she’s being a little old-fashioned, at least for someone her age. Anne and Heather, though, they act and live like the majority of their generation, hooking up with strangers at bars because true love is nothing more than a fickle dream, a lie of the past, and worrying about their future, good jobs with good income becoming more and more sparse.

Sometimes, she doesn’t want to grow up and relives her teens instead. Binge watching old cartoons or listening to 90’s or early 2000’s music for example, Hana still owns and wears her old clothing. It’s not like she actually wants to go back, going to high school once is more than enough for a lifetime, teenage boys ignorant—dishwasher kisses, unsure fumbling and sloppy breast groping—or absorbed, believing porn depicts reality.

Of course there are other boys out there but Hana never had the opportunity to date one. She fell for the nice faces and got crushed by her shattered expectations. And still she hopes to meet the man of her dreams—whoever that may be—with unconditional love and a fulfilled future. Hana wants nothing more than a family of her own.

Yet, she sits at a counter in a bar where people solely look for hookups and nothing serious. They want to live their youth to fullest before settling down, if ever.

Sighing in her mind, Hana reaches for her drink anyway. One won’t be a problem, she’ll order a glass of water afterwards and then just coke. Before she can take a sip through the straw, a foreign hand wraps itself around her glass and takes it away with little force.

Confused, she looks to the side where a man settled into Anne’s seat. She didn’t notice his presence at all. How long was she contemplating about her life? He puts her drink down again, eyeing her with a careful gaze.

He leans in to her, »You shouldn’t drink something you haven’t watched all the time.« Despite the loud music around them, his voice is smooth and the only thing she can hear in this very moment. After that, the noise filters back into her system.

Then she understands what he means. »You mean, someone put something in my drink?« she asks back. Rule number one while clubbing—never leave your drinks unattended. Since she appears as cute and innocent, as Heather put it, she is viewed as an easy victim. Now it looks like she actually is one, to her dismay. »Thanks, you literally saved me there.«

»No need to, don’t worry about it.« He smiles, eyes twinkling and piercings on his ears gleaming in the colorful club lights and Hana catches herself falling into her teen behavior—getting enamored by a pretty, good looking face.

The fact that he saved her from getting drugged isn’t helping either, rather enhancing because a man protecting her is totally her type. She orders a coke. Another cocktail would be more preferable but alcohol makes her clingy and whiny and no matter what will happen between them—or not—she doesn’t want him to see this side of her, so caffeine will suffice.

They end up at her apartment. At first, her companion for the night, he introduced himself as Ellis, wanted to go to a hotel but Hana trusted him that he had no ill intent and led him to her place instead. It’s only a small one-room-apartment in the dormitory but cheaper and more comfortable than a foreign hotel room.

Ellis’s an odd one, not in a bad way, but Hana has never met a man like him. There isn’t a single place of skin left on her he hasn’t kissed—or licked. She doesn’t mind, though, nobody has ever paid so much attention to her body and where she likes to be touched—or licked for that matter.

At least, he knows what to do with his tongue. Maybe Hana hasn’t had as many encounters with men as Anne or Heather but she knows for sure Ellis’s a great kisser. His kisses don’t feel like he wants to clean her mouth in a very sloppy way. On the other hand, he isn’t an inexperienced teen.

Another thing about him is his constant sniffing. Her hair, her throat, the juncture between her neck and shoulder and between her thighs seem to be his favorite places.

Everyone has different things they like; licking and sniffing—which Hana both actually enjoys, realizing that during the night—definitely are way better, and more harmless, than him wanting to choke her or telling her ›I want you to punish me‹ or whatever.

Ellis’s someone who likes to please and he’s utterly attentive—of course, that’s also a part of Hana’s type.

When she wakes up in the morning, Ellis’s still there, fast asleep. His face is snuggled into her stomach, forehead resting right beneath the gap of her breasts and his warm huffs of breath slightly tickling her. One arm lays under her waist, the other one is draped over her thighs, their legs are a tangled mess. Her own hands are on his head, fingers cradled in soft black locks.

The last bits of the summer sun illuminates them from her window. Ellis’ pale skin glows in the sun rays, painting him golden as if he’s radiating from the inside. Dust particles dance in the streaming light. The scene is so peaceful and undisturbed—

Hana fears Ellis waking up and the moment being broken. Last night will vanish like a dream, only to be replayed in her head. It’s something fickle, like true love. This man could be the man she dreamed of, and she met him in a place of short-termed encounters, the reality of the present.

Sighing, she burns everything into her memory and her fingers brush through his hair, slowly starting from the nape of his neck until they reach his ears. Ellis sighs as well—pleased unlike her—and nudges his nose into the soft skin of her stomach, the weight of his arm wandering up to her waist and he pulls her even closer with his hand on the small of her back.

Apparently she found his soft spot. Hana smiles to herself and she applies a little bit more pressure with her thumbs behind his ears, the other fingers kneading his neck again. When he presses open-mouthed kisses against her belly, she knows he’s awake and yet, the idle moment doesn’t shatter.

Her heart thumps loudly in her chest and she’s sure he can hear it, if him inching higher is any indication, leaving behind a wet trail on her torso. Ellis’s chuckling a bit, sending small vibrations through her body, before his nose is buried into her neck, taking deep breaths. His tongue darts out, licking a long stripe along her throat. Hana shudders, fingers digging into his scalp and then, his lips press against hers, kissing her senseless.

Her previous hookups—although scarce—never went like this and she wonders if the difference between them and him has a meaning. Not to forget that he’s the first one she invited into her small personal space.

»Morning,« Ellis mumbles low and raspy, one hand brushing over her side.

Hana’s still catching her breath and gets lost in his warm, dark orbs. She sees her own reflection in them and it dawns upon her that she hasn’t removed her makeup last night. Good, she never wears much—why should she plaster her whole face with numerous products if she has a good complexion?—but her eyeliner is certainly smudged and her mascara all over her eyes. Only her tinted lip balm was already gone, smeared away between countless kisses.

Even so, she smiles back. »Morning. Did you sleep well?« she asks, fingers still running through his hair.

A low sound, reminding her of a growl, escapes him, and his nose dives back into her neck. Ellis’ warm breath fans over her sensitive skin as he speaks, »Very.«

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lunardragon00 · 1 year ago

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The Heir (Choi San x OC)

Masterlist

Genre: Fantasy , Lord!San x Princess!OC

Words: 5684

Warning: suggestive themes // angst // fluff

Chapter Seven --> Chapter Eight--> Chapter Ten

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔑𝔦𝔫𝔢: 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔰

Lavender, it was a scent Hana had grown quite familiar with recently. Its soothing fragrance enveloped her senses, drifting through the air like a gentle caress as she lay nestled in the warmth of the bed. The soft sheets cocooned her body, cradling her in comfort and tranquility. As morning light filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow upon the room, Hana stirred from her slumber. Her eyelids fluttered open, greeted by the sight of San's adoring gaze already fixed upon her. His smile, warm and tender, melted away the remnants of sleep, filling her heart with a sense of contentment she had never known.

"Good morning, my love," he whispered, his voice a gentle melody that danced through the air and wrapped around her like a familiar embrace. Hana's lips curved into a soft smile in response, her heart fluttering with affection as she reached out to caress his cheek.

"Good morning, indeed," she replied, her voice a soft echo of his own. He leaned towards her, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. No words needed to be exchanged, they both knew that in that moment, the others presence was enough. San pulls her body to him, nestling his face into her neck. Their bodies melded together in a seamless embrace, their contours fitting like pieces of a perfect puzzle. His lips brushed against her skin, leaving a trail of tender kisses along the curve of her neck, each touch igniting a spark of desire that flickered between them.

As the morning sun bathed the room in its golden glow, Hana closed her eyes, savoring the sweetness of their togetherness. With a contented sigh, she buried her fingers in his hair, relishing the sensation of his presence against her skin. Her husband lifts his head back up and places it right beside hers.

"Did you sleep well?" His voice, soft and soothing, caressed her ears like a gentle breeze, carrying with it the promise of a new day filled with endless possibilities. Hana's heart swelled with gratitude for the man beside her, his presence a balm to her soul.

"Sleep comes to me easier each night I have you beside me," she confessed, her words a testament to the profound impact of his love upon her restless heart. San is quick to press another kiss to her lips before separating once more, leaning his forehead against hers. They stayed like that for a moment, simply savoring the peaceful time of morning.

Hana felt a sense of serenity wash over her. In San's arms, she found solace and security, a haven where she could be herself without fear or inhibition. During her marriage with Wooyoung, she had never felt like this. She loved him, yes, but not the way she was supposed to. To Hana, Wooyoung was her best friend. Someone she can lean on in her darkest hours, but it did not provide the same comfort as when she does it with San. With San, everything truly like it would be ok. There was no worry of it just being a temporary moment of peace. Since their marriage, which had now been a few weeks, she had been caught in a state of bliss that seemed never ending.

The worries in her life has slowly drifted away. No longer did she have to play pretend with Wooyoung. No longer was there stress as to why she was not with child. No longer did she feel miserable, like a part of her was missing. With him, she could shed the masks she had worn for so long, revealing her true self without fear of judgment or rejection. As they lingered in the quiet stillness of the morning, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of their love, Hana knew that she had found her home in San's embrace—a place where she was cherished, understood, and valued for exactly who she was.

She thought back to what her father has said to her many years ago, when marriage was first brought up by him. They had a heated argument about her, Hana had been furious when the choice of who she would married had been stripped from her. The words he said she thought were ridiculous at the time.

"You have been much alone these last few years, alone and angry. I will not live forever. I wish to see you contented, happy even." The King stated, standing aside the long table in the council room. Hana sat at the end, scoffing as she heard her father speak. She had been angry, after discovering her father was planning on marrying her off to Jason Wang.

The house Wang was notorious for being filled with narcissistic snobs with pockets filled of gold. He had even approached her at a hunt her father threw a month back. Claiming he had already planned building a dragon pit for Noctris and spoke of what their future would be like. It disgusted her.

"And you think a man will provide that?" She looked at her father, fire raged in her eyes.

"No..... a family." He stated.

Looking back on it, perhaps her father had been right. Hana had thought maybe Wooyoung could start those feelings for her. She had a husband now, shouldn't she start to feel at least some relief? Now looking back, he wasn't what she needed. Hana was glad he was there, but he never would've fulfilled her. But the man laying before her now? He could provide that......he was.

"You're staring again." San's voice broke through her reverie, his eyes dancing with amusement as he caught her in the act of contemplation. Focusing back to the moment, she had realize she'd been looking into his eyes, finger mindlessly playing with the hair on the back of his neck. Hana's cheeks flushed with a faint blush, her fingers stilling their movement against his skin as she met his gaze.

"I can't help it, you know. You have a way of distracting me." she admitted with a soft laugh, her heart swelling with affection for the man who had captured her heart so completely. San's laughter mingled with hers, a melody of joy and warmth that filled the room with its light. With a playful twinkle in his eye, he reached up to capture her wandering hand in his own, his touch gentle and reassuring.

"I'll consider it a compliment," he replied, his voice low and filled with affection. "I could get lost in your eyes for eternity." Hana's heart fluttered at his words, her breath catching in her throat at the depth of his love for her. In that moment, she felt an overwhelming surge of gratitude for the man who had chosen her, who had given her the gift of his unwavering devotion. Leaning in, she pressed a tender kiss to his lips, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the precious moments they shared together.

San pulls her closer, if that were even possible at this point. With a gentle urgency, Hana held his face in her hands, her touch a silent declaration of her love and longing. The kiss deepened, evolving from tender affection to passionate longing as their lips melded in a symphony of desire. San's hands traced the curves of her body, his touch igniting sparks of electricity that danced along her skin. As he shifted their positions, Hana found herself lying beneath him, her heart pounding with a heady mixture of anticipation and desire. Their bodies pressed together, the heat of their passion engulfing them in a whirlwind of sensation. Hana's hands moved to wrap around his back, pulling him closer as they surrendered to the intoxicating allure of their shared love. He separates his lips from hers and moves them down to her neck, peppering quick pecks along the way. While she would love nothing more than to indulge him in yet another flurry of activities, she still had responsibilities to take care of.

"Sannie" She softly spoke, the only response she gets is a moan from her husband, feeling him press harder against her.

"San, we can't" She tried to reason, but San refused to acknowledge her words. Instead, he shifted his attention to go further down her body, littering her with kisses as he does, head disappearing beneath the blanket. Hana giggles, still trying to grab his attention to her words.

"Were you not satisfied enough from last night?" She asked cheekily, already knowing the answer she'll receive. She feels his lips leave her body before seeing his head pop back up, eyes glaring at her.

"But my love, how can I resist when you're so irresistibly tempting?" San's voice was filled with playful mischief. Despite her attempts at reasoning, he remained undeterred, his determination to savor every moment of their shared intimacy unwavering. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, San leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin as he whispered, "You know I can never get enough of you, my dear." His words were laced with a hint of laughter, a playful reminder of the boundless depths of their love and desire. Hana's laughter mingled with his own, the air around them alive with the joy.

"And I you my darling, but we both know we simply do not have the time. We've already slept in far too late." Hana says, taking hold of his chin to keep him in place. A pout forms on his lips, "You're so cruel." he teased, his voice laced with mock indignation as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her fingertips in a playful gesture of affection. With a tender smile, Hana leaned in to press a gentle kiss to San's lips.

"Come, my love," she whispered, her voice a soft caress against his skin. "We have duties to attend to." With a sigh of resignation, he nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer, reluctant to leave the warmth of their shared embrace.

"Very well," he replied, his voice filled with a mixture of reluctance and determination. Rising from the bed, he extended a hand to help Hana to her feet.

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In the heart of Drake's Landing, the bustling streets teemed with life as merchants hawked their wares and citizens went about their daily routines. Within the halls of the Red Keep, now rechristened as the King - Kim Hongjoong - held court, his presence commanding the attention of all who gathered in his august presence. Adorned in regal attire that befitted his station, he listened intently as his advisors and lords presented reports and petitions, their voices a symphony of concerns and aspirations.

"Your Grace, reports have reached us of increased bandit activity along the borders of our realm," one of the lords reported, his voice grave with concern. "Many are saying it is the Crab feeder once again. Sire, this must be addressed quickly, for we do not know if the coast can handle such a war again. It has only been a few years." He stated.

"Why is that any of our concern Lord Buckley? The stepstones are not even of importance to the King, nor were they to his father." Lord Heins interrupted. Hongjoong listened as the two men continued to argue, growing tired of the relentless conflict between the two lords. As if sensing the King's growing impatience, the Hand intervened.

"That is where you are wrong my Lord, the Stepstones do hold importance. They are where we get supplies from the region of Essos. It is an important trading point for Mythria, as Master of Coin I would think you would know better." Seonghwa stated. Heins sat, baffled by the interruption and insult.

"In all my time being in this council, I have never experienced such....such-" As Heins struggled to form his sentence, a messenger arrived bearing urgent news from the far reaches of the realm. With a sense of anticipation, Hongjoong accepted the missive, his gaze alight with curiosity as he broke the seal and perused its contents. As the young King read its contents, he spoke to his council member.

"Leave us." It was a short statement, but one that held power. Every man was quick to rise and bow to him before making a haste exit. "Not you Seonghwa." As Seonghwa rose to leave along with them, he stopped in his tracks as Hongjoong addressed him. Once every member left, Hongjoong dragged his hand down his face and gave a loud sigh.

"Your Grace, I do apologize if I spoke out of -"

"Oh I do not care, the old bat deserved a good spat." Hongjoong waved off his friends apology. Seonghwa stood by his side, his expression a mixture of concern and understanding.

"What news do you bring, my King?" he inquired, his voice tinged with the weight of responsibility. Hongjoong sighed heavily, the burden of leadership pressing down upon him like a leaden cloak. He handed him the scroll to his Hand, letting him read its contents himself. Seonghwas eyes scanned the document, reading each word carefully. Once finished, he looked back up to his friend, concern clear in his expression.

"Your Grace, the situation in Sunsphinx demands our immediate attention," he began, his voice grave with urgency. "The unrest threatens to escalate into open rebellion, and if left unchecked, it could destabilize the entire region."

"I am aware." He states. Hongjoong's jaw tightened with resolve as he absorbed the gravity of Seonghwa's words. "We cannot allow chaos to take hold in Sunsphinx," he declared, his voice ringing with authority. With a renewed purpose, he stood quickly from his chair and Seonghwa was quick to follow him.

"Prepare the ravens. We must reach out to our allies and assess the situation on the ground. Our response must be swift and decisive." Seonghwa nodded, "Shall I ask Lord Yunho to pay a visit to them?" Hongjoong contemplated the decision. "Yunho is far too busy making sure things are in order at the Wall. Perhaps I could send Hana to speak to them." Seonghwa stopped him in his tracks.

"Do you think that to be a good idea your grace?" He asked softly. Hongjoong looked at him with confusion. "My sister was a very good friend to Yeosang, and she was in fact married to Wooyoung. Can you give reason as to why she wouldn't be accepted there?"

"My King, I have been hearing whispers within the court these past few weeks." Seonghwa changes to a soft tone, cautious to any persons lingering in the shadows. "They say the princess gave the order." He said in a hushed tone. Hongjoong jerked back, shocked by the sudden revelation. His expression darkened as Seonghwa's words sank in, the weight of the revelation heavy upon his shoulders. The notion that Hana might have played a role in the unrest in Sunsphinx cut him to the core.

"Are you certain of this?" he asked, his voice strained with disbelief and a hint of betrayal. Seonghwa met his gaze with unwavering resolve, his expression grim but resolute.

"I cannot say for certain, Your Grace," he admitted, his tone laced with regret. "But the rumors grow louder with each passing day." The thought of Hana betraying him and their kingdom was unfathomable, yet the evidence, however circumstantial, gnawed at the edges of his conscience.

"And to what reason would my sister have to plot such a crime?" he asked. Seonghwa sighed and looked his King in the eyes. "Choi San, my King" Hongjoong's brows furrowed in confusion and concern at Seonghwa's cryptic revelation. The name of his dear friend hung in the air like a heavy shroud, casting a pall of uncertainty over their conversation.

"Choi San?" Hongjoong repeated, his voice barely above a whisper as he grappled with the implications of Seonghwa's words. "What of him?"

Seonghwa's expression darkened, his features drawn tight with apprehension. "There have been whispers of them, Your Grace," he confessed, his voice heavy with the weight of the truth he bore. "That Hana and San... they were married in secret the night after Wooyoung's death." The air in the chamber grew heavy with tension as Hongjoong absorbed the gravity of Seonghwa's revelation. The revelation of Hana and San's secret marriage reverberated through the chamber, shattering the illusions of trust and loyalty that had once bound their kingdom together. He struggled to reconcile the image of his beloved sister with the woman who had kept such a monumental secret from him, her own brother and king.

"Why would they keep this from me?" Hongjoong whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of hurt and disbelief. The revelation gnawed at the very foundation of his trust, leaving him adrift in a sea of uncertainty and doubt. Hongjoong felt the tendrils of betrayal coil around his heart, threatening to consume him with the bitterness of their deception.

"Have them prepare Valarys." He states, "I'm going to pay her a visit." With a heavy heart, Hongjoong turned his gaze to the window. And with every passing moment, he felt the weight of his crown pressing down upon him, a constant reminder of the burdens of kingship. But amidst the turmoil of his emotions, one thing remained clear: he would confront Hana and San, and he would demand answers.

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In the quiet chambers of Dragonspire, Princess Hana sat with the maester, her brow furrowed in concern as she recounted the troubling symptoms that had plagued her in recent mornings.

"I've been feeling quite ill upon waking," she explained, her voice tinged with a note of apprehension. "Nausea, fatigue... It's been growing more pronounced with each passing day."

The maester, a venerable figure with a kindly demeanor, listened attentively, his weathered features betraying a hint of concern as he took in her words.

"I see," he murmured thoughtfully, his fingers drumming against his chin as he considered her symptoms. "And have you noticed any other changes in your health or routine?" Hana paused, her mind racing as she tried to recall any other pertinent details.

"I... I've been feeling unusually tired, and my appetite has been rather erratic," she admitted, her voice faltering slightly. "But aside from that, nothing out of the ordinary." The maester nodded, his expression thoughtful as he pondered her words.

"These symptoms could be indicative of a number of ailments," he mused, his tone carefully measured. "But given the nature of your condition, it would be wise to explore all possible explanations." Hana's heart fluttered with a mixture of hope and apprehension as she awaited the maester's diagnosis, her mind awash with the possibilities that lay before her.

With a gentle yet methodical approach, the maester began a series of examinations, meticulously documenting her symptoms and conducting various tests to ascertain the root cause of her discomfort. Hana watched anxiously as he worked, her thoughts consumed by a potent mixture of uncertainty and trepidation. After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the maester finally concluded his assessments, his expression inscrutable as he regarded her with a mixture of concern and deliberation.

"It seems," he began, his voice measured yet tinged with gravity, "that your symptoms may be indicative of a particular condition. Although, I do have one more question to ask." Hana's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat as she braced herself for his diagnosis.

"What is it?" she ventured, her voice barely above a whisper as she awaited his response.

The maester hesitated, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before he spoke. "Princess Hana," he said, his tone gentle yet firm, "forgive me if this makes you uncomfortable, but...when was the last time you bled?" Hana's mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions as she processed the maester's question, the gravity of his inquiry hanging heavy in the air. She searched her thoughts, trying to recall the last instance of her monthly cycle, but the memory seemed elusive, lost amidst the flurry of recent events. Before she could formulate a response, the sudden interruption of the knight's arrival shattered the tense atmosphere, pulling her back to the present moment.

"Apologies Princess, but the King demands and audience with you in the throne room." He states. Hana looked taken aback, questions floated all around her mind. Why was her brother here? Had something happened to him? Are the boys ok? Arya?

"Please inform His Grace that I shall receive him presently," she instructed, her voice steady despite the tumult of emotions churning within her. As the knight departed to relay her message, Hana braced herself for the impending encounter, her thoughts consumed by a whirlwind of uncertainty and determination. Whatever revelations awaited her, she knew that she would face them with courage and resilience, drawing strength from the unwavering resolve that dwelled within her heart.

In the grandeur of Dragonspire's throne room, bathed in the soft glow of flickering torches and the warm hues of the setting sun, Hongjoong stood with an air of solemn determination. His gaze swept across the ornate tapestries adorning the walls, each thread woven with the history and legacy of their ancient house. The rooms doors opened, revealing his sister, a wide smile spread across her face and she saw her brother.

As Hana entered the throne room, her presence seemed to command the very essence of the space. Clad in a simple yet elegant gown, the fabric draped around her form with an ethereal grace, accentuating the regal bearing that marked her as the Princess of Dragonspire. The stark contrast of the black attire against the opulent surroundings only served to amplify her aura of quiet strength and resolve. Her hair, intricately braided and adorned with delicate jewels, cascaded in waves of ebony silk down her back, and a necklace that adorned her neck, with its twin dragon wings gleaming in the soft light, served as a tangible reminder of her lineage and the legacy she bore as a scion of their ancient house.

"Brother, a lovely surprise seeing you here. Have you come to share news of Arya's--"

"You married." He interrupted. The words hung heavy in the air, slicing through the delicate fabric of polite conversation with the sharpness of a blade. Hana's expression faltered, a flicker of uncertainty dancing in the depths of her eyes as she absorbed the weight of her brother's accusation. Hongjoong's voice, tinged with a mixture of disappointment and disbelief, reverberated off the walls of the throne room, each syllable laden with the weight of unspoken truths and shattered trust.

"I married," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze steady despite the tumult raging within her heart. "But it was not a decision made lightly, nor without consideration for the consequences." Hongjoong's features hardened, his jaw set with determination as he met her gaze with unwavering resolve.

"Do you not understand the implications of your actions, Hana?" he demanded, his voice a low rumble that echoed with the authority of kingship. "Your marriage, conducted in secret and without the blessing of our house, has endangered not only your own reputation but the stability of our realm." As the gravity of her brother's words settled over her like a suffocating shroud, Hana felt the weight of her choices pressing down upon her with crushing force. "We were married in the sight of the Old Gods, we held our family's tradition."

Hongjoong scoffed. "Is that supposed to make it better? You foolish girl, you know not of what you have done." Hana's heart sank at her brother's harsh words, the sting of his disapproval cutting deeper than any blade. She had hoped he would understand, hoped he would see the love and sincerity that had led her to make such a decision. Yet, as she stood before him now, her resolve faltered in the face of his unyielding condemnation.

"Brother, please," she implored, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desperation. "I never meant to bring harm to our house or our realm."

"Hana, do you not see the chaos you have wrought?" Hongjoong's voice resonated with a potent mixture of anger and disappointment, his gaze piercing through her defenses like a sharpened blade. "Sunsphinx teeters on the brink of rebellion, and all because of your reckless disregard for the consequences of your actions."

Hana's jaw tightened, her own frustration boiling beneath the surface as she struggled to contain the storm of emotions raging within her. "And what of my happiness, Hongjoong?" she shot back, her voice laced with a simmering defiance. "Am I to sacrifice everything I hold dear for the sake of some fleeting notion of stability?"

Hongjoong's expression hardened, his resolve unyielding in the face of her defiance. "Your happiness cannot come at the expense of our realm's stability," he countered, his tone sharp with conviction. "You have a duty to our house, to our people, and you have forsaken it in pursuit of your own selfish desires."

The accusation struck Hana like a physical blow, the weight of her brother's words crushing her beneath their weight. "Selfish desires?" she retorted, her voice trembling with a mixture of indignation and hurt. "For what crime am I being accused, if not for daring to love the one person who has always seen me for who I truly am?"

As their argument raged on, each word spoken between them became a testament to the fractured bond that had once united them. In the grandeur of Dragonspire's throne room, amidst the echoes of their discord, the heavy doors swung open, announcing the arrival of Choi San. His presence, though initially unnoticed amidst the tumultuous exchange, brought with it a palpable shift in the atmosphere—a fragile moment of respite in the storm of their conflict.

With measured steps, San crossed the threshold of the throne room, his expression a mask of calm determination that belied the turmoil brewing within. His gaze, steady and unwavering, fell upon Hana and Hongjoong.

"Hana," he said, his voice a soothing balm against the tempest of their emotions. "The King is right." His words, though spoken with gentleness, carried the weight of undeniable truth, serving as a stark reminder of the sacrifices they were all forced to make in the name of duty and honor. As the echoes of their conversation lingered in the air, a heavy silence descended upon the throne room, punctuated only by the soft rustle of fabric and the distant echoes of their troubled hearts.

Hana's gaze flickered between her brother and her husband, the weight of their words pressing down upon her like a leaden shroud. The rift between them seemed insurmountable, a gaping chasm that threatened to swallow her whole.

"Is this what it has come to?" she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Are we to be torn apart by the very love that was meant to bind us together?"

Hongjoong's expression softened, a flicker of regret passing through his eyes as he beheld his sister's anguish. "Hana," he began, his voice laden with the weight of their shared history, "I cannot condone your actions, nor can I ignore the consequences they have wrought upon our house and our realm. What is done is done, we cannot annule the marriage. The marriage has already be consummated, yes?"

"Yes, it has," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze faltering under the weight of their collective disappointment. The admission hung between them like a specter. Hongjoong's expression softened further, his features etched with a mixture of resignation and lingering affection. "Then we must find a way forward, together," he declared, his voice a steady anchor amidst the tempest of their emotions.

"We will find a way," she whispered, her voice trembling with the echoes of their reconciliation. "Together, we will weather whatever storms may come." Hongjoong nodded, his expression a silent testament to the depth of his commitment to their family and their realm.

San offered his wife comfort, holding her to his side. He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head. "Kesi zālagon hēnkirī, lo ziry māzigon ilagon naejot ziry" (We will burn together, if it comes down to it.) He states in a hushed tone, the words only for his heart to hear. Hana leaned further into him, wrapping an arm around his waist, copying his hold on her.

As Hongjoong looked at the couple, he recognized the profound bond that had led them to make the choices they had. With a silent nod of acknowledgment, Hongjoong accepted the complexities of their situation, recognizing that the path forward would be fraught with challenges and uncertainties. "Very well, my council is helping me keep a close eye on this revelation. But...Hana-" Hongjoong takes a few steps forward until he is face to face with his sister.

"I speak this to you as your brother when I say, I am happy for you." As Hongjoong spoke those words, a sense of relief washed over Hana, her heart buoyed by the unexpected warmth of her brother's acceptance. For in his simple declaration lay the promise of reconciliation, a bridge spanning the divide that had threatened to sunder their familial bond.

"Thank you, brother," she whispered, her voice a soft sigh of gratitude. In that moment, the weight of their shared history seemed to lift, replaced by the gentle embrace of understanding and forgiveness. With a smile of genuine warmth, Hongjoong reached out and clasped his sister's hand, a silent pledge of solidarity that spoke volumes of the unbreakable ties that bound them together.

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In the serene confines of their bedroom chambers within Dragonspire, Hana and San found themselves enveloped in a cocoon of quietude, the echoes of their recent tumultuous encounter with Hongjoong lingering in the air like wisps of smoke. The grandeur of their surroundings provided a stark contrast to the intimacy of their shared space, where the flickering candlelight danced upon the walls, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow.

Seated by the window, Hana gazed out at the moonlit vista that stretched beyond the castle walls, her thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions. The weight of their secret marriage bore heavily upon her, the repercussions of their actions casting a long shadow over their future together. Beside her, San stood silently, a stalwart presence amidst the storm of their uncertainty.

"It seems our world has grown even more complicated," Hana murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes reflecting the moon's gentle glow. San's gaze softened as he regarded his wife, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared burdens. "Indeed, my love," he replied, his voice a soothing melody that cut through the silence like a beacon of reassurance. Hana moves towards the bet. As she sat on the edge of their bed, her thoughts still tangled in the aftermath of her confrontation with Hongjoong, San watched her with a mixture of concern and tenderness. Sensing her need for comfort, he approached her quietly, his footsteps barely making a sound on the plush carpeting of their chambers.

"Hana," he said softly, his voice a gentle caress against the hushed stillness of the room. "I know today has been difficult for you." He sat beside her, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the storm of her emotions.

Hana glanced up at him, her eyes reflecting the weariness that weighed upon her spirit. "I just... I never expected things to turn out like this," she confessed, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

San reached out, gently taking her hand in his own. "I understand, my love," he murmured, his thumb tracing comforting circles against her palm. "But it is as I have said countless times, no matter what challenges we face, we will face them together." A faint smile flickered across Hana's lips, a fragile bloom amidst the shadows that lingered in her heart. "I know," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "And I am grateful for that."

In that moment, San knew that words alone would not be enough to ease the burden weighing upon his wife's soul. So, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he reached for the small wooden chest on their bedside table, its contents hidden from view.

"What's this?" Hana asked, curiosity sparking in her eyes as San presented her with the box.

"Open it and see," he replied, his voice tinged with playful anticipation. With cautious fingers, Hana lifted the lid of the box, her breath catching in her throat as she beheld its contents. Inside lay a collection of handcrafted paper cranes, their delicate wings unfolding like whispers of hope in the dim light of their chambers. San smiled as he watched her reaction, his heart swelling with love for the woman who had captured his soul.

"My mother used to craft them in her free time when I was younger. I made them for you." he confessed, his voice soft with sincerity. "Each one represents a wish for your happiness, my dearest Hana." Tears shimmered in Hana's eyes as she reached for one of the cranes, its paper wings trembling in her grasp. In that simple gesture, she found solace amidst the chaos of their world, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, love had the power to illuminate the shadows and mend the broken pieces of their hearts.

With a soft smile, Hana looked up at San, her eyes shimmering with unspoken gratitude and love. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, her heart swelling with warmth at the thoughtfulness behind his gesture.

San returned her smile, his own heart lightened by the sight of her finding solace in his gift. "You're welcome, my love," he replied, his voice a tender melody that echoed with the depths of his affection for her. As they sat together in the quiet sanctuary of their chambers, surrounded by the gentle rustle of paper wings and the soft glow of candlelight, Hana felt a sense of peace wash over her. In the midst of their turmoil, she found refuge in the simple beauty of San's gesture.

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