MASTERLIST: ENHYPEN

HEATWAVE.ᐟ

The first thing you register is warmth. Not just from the sheets tangled around you, but from something hot and wet, something slow and rhythmic, something that makes you hum softly in your sleep before your body even catches up with your brain.

It’s familiar.

It’s him.

Your legs twitch, shifting instinctively, but the firm grip on your thighs keeps you spread open, keeps you right where he wants you. There’s no hesitation in the way he’s licking into you, no slow teasing like he’s trying to wake you gently—no, Riki is devouring you, just like he always does. Like he’s been doing this for years.

Your body shudders, breath hitching, and you try to roll your hips, but his hands tighten in warning.

“Shh,” he murmurs against your skin, lips brushing over your soaked, swollen clit, and fuck—his voice is so deep and raspy, thick with sleep, but there’s that lazy amusement in it too, that smugness that makes you burn. “Relax, baby. Let me wake you up properly.”

Your fingers twitch in the sheets, a sleepy whimper slipping past your lips as his tongue flicks against you, slow and deliberate, sending little shocks of pleasure up your spine.

“Mm, there you are,” he hums, pressing a slow, obscene kiss right against your clit. “Knew you wouldn’t last long.”

You let out a soft, choked sound, hips jerking, and Riki just chuckles, his grip keeping you right where he wants you.

“How many times have I woken you up like this, huh?” he muses, voice low and teasing, like he’s just making casual morning conversation while he’s got his face buried between your legs. “You’d think you’d be used to it by now.”

“Riki,” you finally gasp, voice still thick with sleep, breathless from how wrecked you already are.

“Mm?” His tongue drags down, slow and filthy, lapping at you so softly it makes you ache.

“Y-you’re—” Your voice catches as he sucks your clit into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing, his groan vibrating against you.

“Me? What?” he murmurs, voice smug as ever, his fingers pressing into your thighs, keeping you spread wide. “Being a good boyfriend?”

You whimper, toes curling in the sheets, your legs trembling as he keeps up those slow, lazy strokes with his tongue—like he has all the time in the world, like there’s nothing else he’d rather be doing than licking you open first thing in the morning.

“Yeah,” he mutters, pressing his tongue flat against you and giving a long, slow lick. “Thought so.”

Your fingers find his hair, gripping tight, and you feel him grin against you before he really starts working you over, his tongue flicking, lapping, his mouth moving in that perfect rhythm that he knows makes you fall apart.

“You close?” he asks after a moment, his voice so casual you could almost miss the fact that he’s ruining you completely.

“Riki—fuck—”

He laughs, breath warm against your slick skin. “That’s a yes.”

And then he locks his lips around your clit and sucks hard, his fingers finally slipping down to join his mouth, pressing into you so perfectly that you’re gone in an instant, back arching, mouth falling open on a shaky moan as your whole body convulses under him.

Riki groans, lapping you up as you shudder through it, sucking you through your high, not stopping until you’re whimpering from the overstimulation, trying to squirm away.

Only then does he finally pull back, pressing a sloppy, wet kiss to the inside of your thigh before stretching out beside you like he didn’t just wreck you first thing in the morning.

“See?” he murmurs, voice smug and pleased with himself. “Way better than an alarm clock.”

You barely have the energy to roll over and smack his chest, but he just grins, pulling you in and pressing his lips to yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Morning, baby,” he whispers.

【 備考 】 STUCK WITH U ⟡ GIRLFRIEND PRIVILEGES ───𝖣𝒾𝖠𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 ㅤ. . 𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎

SCR𝓲PT : enhypen and their girlfriend privileges 1OOOwc. ˊᯅˋ fluff head canon ❜ fem!centered && skinship, petnames . . ARCHiVE&CLICK

"no." heeseung deadpans, effortlessly shutting down jake’s request to borrow one of his hoodies. sunghoon tries next, but heeseung doesn’t even let him finish his sentence before shaking his head. “absolutely not.” the boys groan, grumbling about how selfish he is, but then you come along, blinking up at him with those pretty eyes, and suddenly, he’s a goner. “baby,” he hums, already tugging off the hoodie he’s wearing, “you cold?” he drapes it over your shoulders before you can answer, hands lingering on your waist as he leans in, voice dropping. “looks better on you anyway.” “if you want more, just say the word, love. i’ll empty my whole closet for you.” heeseung smiles. then he smirks, tilting your chin up. “told you,” he muses, thumb brushing your bottom lip, “only my pretty girl gets this privilege.”

◟ ( 警告 ) I KNOW LOVE ✶ WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK ────𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗌, 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌.

"baby, you're so cute when you're drunk," heeseung chuckles, his fingers brushing against your flushed cheeks as you pout up at him. "not drunk," you mumble, leaning into his touch, and he only grins. "oh? so if i kiss you right now, it’s not taking advantage?" he teases, already tilting his head closer. you barely get to process his words before his lips press against yours, tasting of the strawberry soju you forced him to try earlier. stealing another kiss, then another, like he can't get enough. "heeseung," you whine, though your fingers tangle in his hoodie to keep him close. "what, baby?" he hums, peppering kisses along your jaw. "i'm just making sure you don't regret not kissing me more when you're sober."

﹙𝑓﹚ BABY, HOLD ON TIGHT ⟡ HOT THINGS THEY DO

𖹭 𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒

heeseung leans against the doorframe, eyes dragging over you slowly like he's trying to memorize every inch. “you tryna kill me or somethin’, baby?” he murmurs, biting his lip as he blatantly checks you out, no shame, no rush. “damn,” he breathes, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “how’d i get so lucky?” he pushes off the wall and saunters over, fingers hooking around your waist, pulling you close so your chest brushes his. “you look unreal tonight,” he whispers, voice low and thick, breath warm against your cheek. his hand slides up your back, and he dips his head, leaving a kiss on your cheek. he grins, all lovesick. and yeah, the date hasn’t even started yet.

✶ : NONSENSE ❪ 日语 ❫ DOE-EYEING ENHYPEN 備考────𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾

𝖣𝓲𝖠𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 ⦂ enhypen x fem ! r 1OOOwc. ˊᯅˋ fluff head canon && skinship petnames kissing established relationship . . CLiCK

"what?" heeseung drawls, lips curling as he leans in, gaze dropping to your mouth before flicking back up."why are you looking at me like that?" his voice dips, teasing, but there's something in the way he tilts his head, slow, lazy, like he already knows the answer. you don't say anything, just blink up at him, wide-eyed, lips parted, and he exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "you're so obvious," he murmurs, thumb grazing over your cheek, "you think i don't know what you're doing? giving me those doe eyes like you want something." he pauses, studying you, and then he smirks. "if you want a kiss, just say it, baby. you know i’d give you anything."

genre. husband!heeseung x wife!reader

warnings. tooth-aching fluff, smut, fingering, eating out, unprotected s*x, impreg kink (!!!), bath time aftercare, i believe that’s it.. wc -> 2.1k

“i’m gonna put a baby in you someday,” your husband casually says while rubbing your stomach.

“in this cute little tummy right here,” he points near your belly button, planting a small kiss to it.

you two were finally alone after heeseung offered to help your parents move and rearrange some of the new furniture that arrived today. you had decided to stay at your family’s beach house over the summer for a change of scenery as you hadn’t been here since you were a teenager, let alone seen your parents in person since last year.

days in the sun

prompt: “you always steal flowers from my garden and oh no not this time you better bring me to this girl to ensure if she is pretty enough for flower theft”

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not until my whole life is done

will i ever leave you?

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Lucy Heartfilia squinted her eyes as she peeked from her bedroom window. Her hair was unbrushed, there was a little bit of spit on the corner of her mouth but she did not care. There were more important matters. Grumbling, she held the binoculars closer. There was that thief again! It was too early, sunlight was barely peeking and he was already in business. She repeatedly told the guards to be on duty but it seems they got lazy. Because that pink haired flower stealing thief was in her garden! For the millionth time!

Her prized garden was getting scourged to death by that fiend’s hands! He didn’t even seem to care that he was messily picking flowers and stuffing them in a woven basket (Lucy inwardly cringed; it was so messy) in someone else’s mansion grounds. And all too soon, he was gone. Lucy threw the binoculars, screamed and face-planted on her pillow. Tomorrow, for sure. The next day did not go well. And the next. And the next day. Either she was too busy looking at him through binoculars or she woke up late. Not this time though. It was barely five-thirty in the morning, she was only wearing her sleeping gown and pink fuzzy sleepers and she was standing outside her door freezing to death. Her teeth chattering, she crossed her arms and waited. And waited.

And waited. Soon, she spotted him. That evil lecher who had no morals whatsover. The flower fiend. Huffing, she crossed her arms and stood a little taller. He seemed to be deep in thought, basket hefted up to his elbow. He didn’t even notice the lady at the door tapping her feet. And then he was kneeling and pulling her daisies into his basket. “Stop!” Lucy screeched and approached him im three strides. She slapped his hand away, breathing heavily. Damn. That felt so good. “Huh?” His head snapped up to meet her. If Lucy Heartfilia wasn’t busy breathing fire from her mouth, maybe she would actually blush at the fact that flower fiend looked good. Okay, maybe she did flush a little but that was due to pure, raw anger. “What do you think you’re doing?” Lucy asked calmly and crossed her arms, trying to look menacing. She was elegant, poised and— “Who the hell are you?” and she lost it.

Lucy screamed again—having the guy wincing a bit. She threw an accusing finger at him and then the daisies in his basket. “The question would be: who are you?! That’s my garden and you’re standing in my property! I could have you arrested!” Let him think she had a private police or something. She was rich but not that rich. “Okay don’t get your bloomers in a twist, lady,” he grumbled and help both his hands up defensively. “I was just getting flowers for someone—” “No, you listen,” she heaved and boy was he in trouble. “I spent most of my life taking care of my garden and I won’t let some pink haired—” “It’s salmon.” “—delinquent and flower fiend steal my prized daisies!” Lucy glared at him. Pink boy stared back. Lucy twitched her right eye. Pinkette yawned. “Okay, pal,” Lucy stepped closer. He rose an eyebrow and remained squatted on the floor. “You’re gonna plant these daisies back, replace my stargazers, petunias, roses and blossoms, get out and never come back.” “Natsu.” Lucy stumbled. “What?”

He didn’t look at her but continued plucking a few daisies. “Stop calling me Pinky, ain’t my real name. It’s Natsu. Natsu Dragneel,” he spoke and crawled over to the next bush, plucking a few corianders. Lucy grabbed the back of his shirt. “Is the girl so pretty that you feel the need to pluck my garden every day?” He froze and looked at her in bewilderment. Lucy felt a headache coming on. Calming herself, she changed her question. “Why are you plucking flowers in my garden at five in the morning?” “Well, that’s the last of ‘em,” he mumbled and stood up while dusting his jeans. He looked at her. “Sorry, lady. We’ll talk next time.” “No!” Lucy felt like crying out of frustration. She grabbed the basket and brought it to her side. “Take me to see this girl.” Natsu blinked. “How’d you know it was for a girl?” So it was. Lucy decided on whether to slap the girl or strangle her. “Take me to her, she must be pretty enough to warrant flower theft,” the blonde muttered and clenched her fingers when she saw the pinkette brighten up. “Yeah! She’s the most beautiful girl ever! Come on, I’ll take you to her,” Natsu grabbed her hand and ran out of her grounds. “No, wait!” Lucy tried to counter but was brought along. She sighed and decided to go with it. She only wore pajamas and bunny slippers. How much worse could this day be? They soon slowed to a walk. The silence between them was nice but Lucy wanted more information. Was the girl even nice? “Oh, she’s really nice.” Wait did she just say that out loud? “Yeah, and she’s really pretty. Kinda funny and really loves animals.” “Okay,” Lucy gulped.

A few minutes later and Lucy looked at the building before them. “Come on, I’ll take you to see her!” She was in a hospital. Lucy felt her heart break. So that’s why he stole flowers from her garden. The blonde felt her heart warm; if her flowers could brighten up someone else’s day, then so be it. She could continue planting more. “Hey, Wendy!” Lucy looked at the twelve year-old girl lying on the bed. She was connected to a few machines and her bedside table was littered with medicine. What was noticable though was the amount of flowers on her window. A few were already starting to wilt. Lucy looked at Natsu who arranged the flowers on the window. She sat at a chair near the bed and smiled at Wendy then at Natsu. “You got one thing right,” she laughed and looked at Natsu, eyes full of mirth. Wendy introduced herself and asked for her name. Lucy replied absentmindedly and Natsu took a seat beside her. “She’s the prettiest flower there is.”

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i miss fairytail so much here’s a little oneshot

AU ONESHOT HOPE YOU LIKED IT I MISS WRITING SEND ME MORE PROMPTS

magnets melting

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because regardless of space and time, natsu dragneel is meant to be with lucy heartfilia.

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Natsu Dragneel has a vague idea of what is going on. He knows that he is bleeding from a knife embedded in his side. He knows that Erza and Gray are fighting for their lives somewhere behind him.

But most of all, he knows that Lucy Heartfilia is not dead.

His fingers are numb and he knows he’s supposed to get help but his knees won’t work and he’s crawling and nonono Lucy can’t be gone.

He tries his best to pull his body next to her. She’s laying down and facing up, her eyes glassy and mouth opened slightly. He grips her coldcold hand and shakingly puts it next to his lips.

“Luce,” his voice cracks and he feels helplessness try to take over. The blonde remains lifeless. He calls again and again and he feels his eyeslids go heavy. His side keeps bleeding and he knows he’s turning the grass red but he doesn’t care because his best friend is dead and he can’t accept she’s gone.

He looks up when someone’s boots appear in his line of vision. It’s the dark guild’s master and Natsu knows that he could fight him up to his last breath but he’s so tired.

What’s the point of going home if Lucy’s not there?

He closes his eyes.

“Goodbye, Natsu Dragneel.”

A second passes and now there are two bodies lying motionless on the ground.

Rainclouds start to form.

Natsu Dragneel–dragonslayer, Son of the Fire Dragon King Igneel, Dark Wizard Zeref Dragneel’s brother and strongest demon END, Fairy Tail wizard, ceases to exist.

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Hey, kid.

How are you?

It’s been a while.

I know it must have taken quite a while.

Sorry for that. Had to fix a few things.

I hope this time you’ll stay together. You’re lucky you guys are in the same lifetime this time.

Don’t waste your time, kid.

Look, I’m gonna wake you up now.

And… awake.

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Natsu Dragneel wakes up.

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Working at the bookstore had its ups and downs but Natsu couldn’t say it wasn’t fun.

Stacking books can be a bore, sure, but at least he could read the books for free, right?

He glances at the clock and it’s eleven forty-five and he silently cheers because it’s his lunch break in fifteen minutes.

Natsu leans against the desk and watches the store with lazy eyes. His cousin is off flirting with another customer. Natsu scoffs. The blue haired girl must’ve been brave to talk to his cousin. He loves Gajeel, he wouldn’t admit it for the world, but he has to wonder how come Gajeel had no eyebrows? Instead, piercing cluttered his face.

“Excuse me?”

Natsu turns toward the girl in front of him and his breath hitches.

You wanted to join Fairy Tail, right?

Want to form a team with me?

You were amazing. Zero points? That’s even better.

“Hello?” The girl questions and Natsu looks again at the girl with eyes like chocolate and hair like the sun and why is she so familiar—

“Are you gonna keep staring at me all day?” She frowns and crosses her arms. Natsu shakes his head lightly and must’ve realized how rude that seemed.

“No, sorry… you just kinda looked like someone I met. Have we met before?”

The girl uncrosses her arms and blinks back. “I don’t think so… now that you mention it, you do look familiar.”

Natsu grins and waves to the book in her hands. “Gonna check that out?”

“Oh,” the girl blushes and hands him the book. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” he waves off and reads the book title.

“Fairy Tails?” He raises an eyebrow as he hands her the reciept. She nods and smiles lightly, “It was my mother’s favorite book. I’ve read it several times.”

Natsu brightens because he hates reading but it was this particular book that drew him. “I read it as well, hundreds of times.”

She reaches for the book and grips the edges longingly. She looks up at him through her lashes. “What’s your favorite part?”

“The Grand Magic Games, of course.” He says and cups his chin onto his palm. Her smile widens a fraction, “I loved that part, too.”

Natsu glances at the clock and fixes his gaze back to her.

“It’s my lunchbreak in five, do you wanna eat at the little cafe down the street? It’s by my friend Mirajane and she makes–”

“–the best cakes in town,” she finishes and he gapes at her. “You know Mira?”

“Who doesn’t?” She scoffs.

Ask for her name. He swallows.

“What’s your name?” He feels his palms sweat and he wonders why is he even nervous.

“Lucy. Lucy Heartfilia.” She turns around and walks toward the exit.

“Hey!” He calls out. She looks back at him coyly.

Natsu grins.

“Nice to meet ya, Luigi.”

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school is making us do a lot see you all next week when the next chapter comes out!

a oneshot i was sooo itching to write. this was kinda inspired by an adventure time fanfic titled “eyes turned skyward” by bubblewrap leech. it’s an amazing fiolee multichapter story and i recommend you read it. and with that… i hope you enjoy!

CHERRY TREES

arranged husband!Jungwon x trophy wife!reader - confronting cold arranged husband on your first anniversary.

ENHA HARD HOURS 18+ MDNI, Angst, fluff, a second chance, the smut is crazy im ngl to u but the angst is worse, he actually goes insane like insane he loses it.

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The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed five times, its deep resonance echoing through the marble corridors of your estate. Without opening your eyes, you knew Jungwon was already awake. The mattress dipped slightly as he carefully extracted himself from beneath the Egyptian cotton covers, his movements deliberately gentle to avoid disturbing you. You kept your breathing steady, maintaining the pretense of sleep as you had so many mornings before.

Through barely-parted lids, you watched his silhouette move through the predawn darkness. Jungwon's routine never varied—not on weekends, holidays, or even the morning after your anniversary celebration when he'd had perhaps one glass of Château Margaux too many. Five a.m. meant feet on the floor, regardless of circumstance.

He disappeared into the expansive en-suite bathroom, closing the door with practiced quietness before the shower began to run. You rolled over to face the floor-to-ceiling windows, abandoning the charade of sleep. Outside, the manicured gardens remained dark and still, mirroring the atmosphere that permeated your mansion despite its immaculate decoration and luxurious furnishings.

One year of marriage. Three hundred and sixty-five mornings of this same choreographed dance.

By the time Jungwon emerged from the bathroom, you had straightened your side of the bed and donned your silk robe. He nodded in acknowledgment, a small smile lifting the corner of his mouth.

"Good morning," he said, voice pleasant but neutral. "Did I wake you? I'm sorry."

"No, I was already awake," you lied, the response automatic after months of repetition. "Will you be joining me for breakfast on the terrace today?"

Gojo Satoru and Sung Jinwoo, just two pussy drunk men vying for your attention. And unfortunately for you, they have the biggest breeding kink.

Which is how you found yourself here, naked and sprawled across your bedsheets, with your legs spread wide open to accommodate their lengths.

You lay sandwiched in between their thick leaking cocks. Gojo's long fingers gripping the fat on your hips as he thrusts himself into you while Jinwoo plays with your sensitive perked nipples from below, his pace matching with Satoru's with each lift of his hips.

The both of them working together in sync, cocks grinding against one another in your greedy little pussy, their thrusts relentless as you try to milk their cocks, all while they compete with one another to be the first to get you pregnant.

a/n: this is probably the worst thing I've ever wrote, but I'm tired and sleepy af so enjoy lolololl <3 longer fic coming soon!!

obsessed with the idea of sung jinwoo, notoriously terrible with names, remembering yours after only meeting once. jinwoo is immediately taken by you, he debates letting himself get injured just so you could heal him.

the debate lasts but a heartbeat in his mind as he lets himself get a couple cuts on his cheeks, smiling as he defeats the beast in front of him before heading over to you. “could you-?” he motions to the wounds and you nod quickly, holding your hands over his wounds and healing them.

“thank you, i don’t think i got your name” he gives you a small smile, stifling a chuckle when he sees your eyes go wide at his statement.

“must’ve slipped my mind” you chuckle, “I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you hunter sung.” jinwoo is looking at you with more interest than you thought he would, biting the inside of your cheek to try and hide your nerves.

“please just call me jinwoo, y/n” he smiles, liking the way your name fell off his tongue, “I’ll see you around.” there’s a charming glint in his eye that makes your knees buckle as you say a small ‘goodbye’ to him, heart racing as heat rises to your cheeks. you didn’t think you’d bump into jinwoo again, coming to terms with your schoolgirl crush that would go nowhere.

(Y/n) laid in the cold, damp cell, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows across the cave walls. The air was thick with the stench of decay, a constant reminder of the Plague Monarch’s cruelty.

She didn't know what she wanted or why she was needed alive. Days began to blend together as Querehsha subjected her to torture. Poison was fed to her daily while masked women with insect-like features scribbled on her body in a language she didn’t understand. The first time it happened, she flailed wildly, horrified to see that the ink was absorbed into her skin.

The hunter knew that running away now was nearly impossible. Her party had been slaughtered, and although they were not as strong as her, they were still a force not to be taken lightly as a whole. So, she did what she thought was best: she shut up and bided her time.

"I'm not dead," she mumbled, her throat hoarse from the poison. She was not dead, and that was enough for her, because it meant she could help Jinwoo find her. If she did her calculations correctly, she knew that one week must have passed in the real world—one week where she knew her lover was going completely insane while searching for her.

Her eyes shifted to the ring on her finger, a promise of a wedding that was supposed to happen in a few months from now. The thought of him, angry yet helpless, gnawed at her heart. She had to get out of here. She had to find a way back to him.

Her resistance to the monarch poison was developing, but she could still feel it—slowly burning away her magic strength, replacing it with something else that, truth be told, scared her to face.

Her fingers brushed against the ring. The promise of a future with Jinwoo pulled her up, her bones protesting in pain, but she ignored them. She wouldn’t die in this place.

"Jinwoo..." she whispered, almost feeling a distant pull in her chest. She would find a way out, even if she had to tear this dungeon apart brick by brick.

She couldn’t escape, but she could call to him. She could use her raw power to tear through the dungeon’s defenses, enough to send a signal—just enough for Jinwoo to find her.

Her heart clenched at the thought of him, frantic and searching for her, yet so far away. If she could reach him...

With a deep, shaky breath, she focused all her remaining strength on her aura. She would pour every last drop of power into it, every fragment of will she could muster. She couldn’t run, but she could open the dungeon.

It wasn’t much, but it was something. A way to let Jinwoo feel her, even from a distance.

She closed her eyes again, her breath slow and deliberate as she focused on the faint pulse of magic deep within her. It was weak—so weak—but it was still there. It had to be enough.

Her aura, faint at first, began to pulse, a dim, glowing light that flickered like a heartbeat in the darkness of the dungeon. She focused on it, pushing against the bars of her cell, hell, against the whole dungeon.

"I'm still here. I'm still alive," she willed her energy to flow, so it could find a path to get out, to get to him. The aura crackled in the air around her, small pulses of energy surging in waves.

"I'm still here. I won’t die now." A faint glow filled the cell, too weak to open the gates of her prison but just powerful enough to send a ripple through the very fabric of the dungeon.

And then, just as her vision faded to darkness, she felt it—his arms around her, pulling her close, his warmth enveloping her like a shield against the cold.

"I found you."

-- Did I forget to sleep to write a bit again? Possibly

Did I add a new piece of the jumbled mess that is Vessel of the Plague? You bet I did!

Every comment is appreciated, I am always trying to improve since english is not my first language so I am super open on every tip (just don't be mean about it please ahahah),

love you all - Rook

DAYDREAMING!READER|| camping

pronouns: she/her

daydreaming!reader masterlist 

“Alright, I think that’s everything.”

Megumi placed the last of the bags into the back of the van, looking over his shoulder to make sure that all of the bags were in the trunk before he closed the door with a huff. It was a long weekend in Japan; with a bank holiday just before the weekend ends. So the teachers of Tokyo Jujutsu Tech had decided that, to help unwind the students from their stress, it will do them some good to go out and enjoy nature. 

It was why the students, after packing their bags, were standing at the college’s main entrance; where a mini van that the college had rented for this event stood waiting for them. And just like any other activity Nanami and Gojo had been tasked with job of chaperoning them once more.  “Get in losers, we’re going shopping!”

The first years (minus Megimi) and Y/N cheered at Gojo’s shout as they rushed towards the van, the three of them ignoring a tired Nanami’s voice reminding them to be careful and not scratch the car; making his own way towards the driver side of the van. The others just shared a look with one another, quietly debating if it was too late to back out at this point. But the sound of the engine starting gave them their answer, so with another glance they made their way towards the van. Wordlessly entering and closing the door so they can start their journey.

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"Arise," Jinwoo's tone was cold as he looked over the corpses of the monsters in the dungeon. The creatures stared back, their auras buzzing in confusion as to why their new master was still angered despite having just won the battle.

"My liege, none of these servants know the location of our beloved queen," murmured Beru. He could feel that his Monarch's restlessness was starting to take a toll.

It had been one week since you disappeared, one week since Jinwoo felt that the shadows he left with you were torn away, leaving him unable to reach you instantly. The dungeon that you were supposed to clear with your party was nowhere to be found, leaving not only Jinwoo but your guild master in a state of alarm.

Jinwoo's gaze lingered on the ring on his finger. His desperation to find you was becoming more and more frustrating, and the old feeling of not being strong enough was threatening to emerge once again, angering him.

"Beru, Igris, remain here until the dungeon closes. Scout the whole area. If there is anything that could help us find her, bring it to me," commanded the hunter as he walked away, Bellion following after.

"My lord, I suspect the other monarchs are behind it. Finding her won't be easy, nor will seeing the state she will be in," the wise shadow spoke. While it was true that you were strong enough to take care of yourself, no one could tell what you were enduring if you were indeed at the mercy of their enemies, especially the monarchs.

"After I find (Y/n), there won't be any monarch to worry about. That much you can be sure of," assured Jinwoo before pausing outside the dungeon. Cold eyes stilled on the single corpse on the ground. Shadows rapidly dispatched around him as he looked for any kind of threat, only to be met with the silent mockery that was the abandoned body in front of him.

The state of it—ravaged and mangled almost beyond recognition—made his breath hitch in his throat. Dread crept up his spine as he searched for any signs of you. A strange sense of relief washed over him. The body wasn't yours, but that of a mage who had been in your party the day you disappeared. Soyee was her name, if he remembered correctly.

Beru returned by his side after flying around the zone. "My liege, there are no signs of enemies nearby. Whoever left this body is not here anymore. I am truly sorry," the ant kneeled and examined the body.

"Do not worry, Beru," comforted his king, his gaze fixed on the blue notification above the corpse. "Hunter Soyee is going to help us find her... Arise."

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blurted out words again while i was waiting for my train, I will revise and correct the error as I read it again, love you all <3 - Rook