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ohmygs-blog · 2 months

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hi hunny can i ask for angsty idol reader x idol dreamies pls :(((

angsty idol bf dreamies (“i can’t see u tonight”)

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sunflrverse · 8 months

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DREAMIES BEING JEALOUS OF YOU BEING SHIPPED WITH SOMEONE ELSE!

📍warnings: cursing, playful use of ‘homie hopper’ and ‘cheater’, mark’s is slightly suggestive!

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ a.n.: dreamies and reader are both idols & in a secret relationship<3

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f9smaragdine · 4 months

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mark lee

Gamer boy|| m.l ||

Imagine he is playing game with his friends as chill time, what like after decades of working as idol. But you little girl just want his attention. Want him to play your little dirty game not the one he is playing right now with his friends. Curling his toes, head thrown back as his back archs, red face showing need to get off as his arms and neck showing veins which has all blood accelerate to his heart to his groin and his long slender fingers inside your long black silk on your scalp. As he drag it on himself. Rutting your mouth ruthlessly as your tears containing pigments of your smudge mascara falls on your rosy cheeks making beautiful combination of red and black just as they represents sophistication and passion saliva decorating you jaw. Just looking pathetic under Mark.

#mark imagines #mark x reader #mark x you #mark x y/n #mark smut #mark lee smut #nct smut #nct drabbles #nct dream x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct x reader #nct x you #nct x yn #nct imagines #kpop smut #this is hot af 🔥

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planetkiimchi · 1 month

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the light returns | d.sc

featuring: guard!winwin x royalty!reader

word count: 1391 words

taglist: @slytherinshua ,, @welcometomyoasis

author's note: IM SORRY IT’S TAKING SO LONG 😭 i did not expect there to be so many things i had to wrap up!! tbh this ending is gonna be longer than the climax cuz the resolution is 🫠🫠 a lot… so first have some fluff before we get back into all the angst 💋

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You swept your cloak behind you, taking long strides across the courtroom floor. You took a seat, and Sicheng bowed his head.

“Your Majesty.” You held up a hand before he could take a seat, pointing to a spot just in front of you.

“Stand there.” A flash of confusion passed over his face, and you added softly, “We are always being watched.”

He nodded imperceptibly. “Everything is in order. I’ve checked all the documents again, and nothing is missing. It should all go as planned.” You raised an eyebrow. “I appreciate your vote of confidence. But if you really think my brother will give in without putting up one hell of a fight, then you do not know him at all.”

Sicheng stiffened. “Then why would we go to such lengths to—”

The amusement left you as soon as it had arrived, and your face relaxed into a neutral expression. “To fail to plan is to plan to fail.” Before Sicheng could say another word, you turned your gaze away from him, effectively dismissing him. “The trial is about to begin.”

Sicheng took his cue, kneeling once at your feet before moving to stand beside you.

You’d spent weeks preparing for this rushed trial, anxious to deal with your brother before he had a chance to escape again, keeping awake at night trying to sift through the archives in search of somebody, some witness or camera record or audio record that would be able to incriminate your brother so thoroughly he would never see the light of day again.

“My love, it’s late. Shall we go to bed?”

You shook your head feverishly, fingers trembling with exhaustion as you struggled to read just a few more lines of the document you were currently perusing. The candlelight cast shadows on the black text, blurring the words on the paper through your vision, impaired by the lighting.

“At least turn on the lights.” Sicheng moved, hand hovering over the light switch when he felt a tugging in his head preventing him from pressing the button.

“Too bright,” you said. “The candle will suffice.”

Sicheng sighed, dismissing your hold over his motion, shaking his hand to loosen it before walking over to you, one hand resting around your upper arm. It was always in quiet, stolen moments like these that he would dare to show his affection, the only time he could tell you he loved you in actions greater than a shared glance or the widening of his concerned eyes.

“We are in the era of technology. Why are you manually sifting through these papers? Surely this system of yours isn’t fully optimised.”

“Do you think my brother would have evaded the law for so long if it had been in the system? I hope, for your sake, that you do not think our judicial system is that flawed. He must have found a way to do it secretly, but my parents’ movements were well kept track of. There must be something that he’s missed, and the only way to find it is to sift through this manually.”

Sicheng placed a kiss on the crown of your head. “I won’t argue with you.”

Still, whilst he went to sit down opposite you, you felt something pushing against the backs of your knees, and found that a chair had rolled its way to your feet, and you sank into the cushioned piece of furniture without protest.

The papers in front of you rustled, as if a breeze was blowing through them, and as you turned to check the windows—there weren’t any in that room, as far as you remembered—you heard them rustle further.

You turned back, greeted with the sight of the document you had been studying earlier. Only now, it was hovering in the air, while a disinterested Sicheng glanced at his fingernails. Seemingly satisfied with them, he picked up a separate document and began to read.

Your tired expression relaxed, the stressed wrinkles between your eyebrows dissipating as you felt the tension leave your body. A small smile lifted the corners of your lips, and a breath escaped your lips. Leaning your head on your hand, elbow propped up against the table, you continued to read.

The first time, you reached out to flip the page.

The second time, you leaned forward, and the page flipped itself.

The third time, you simply said, “Next.” By the fourth and fifth times, all you had to do was nod your head, and Sicheng would help you flip the page.

Meanwhile, Sicheng was sorting through the rest of the documents. He might seem nonchalant about the whole thing, but he could see how serious you were about it. He might not understand the importance of your brother’s arrest in the grand scheme of things, but he could see its significance to you, and that was enough for him to be in, to help you to the end.

Given how adamant you were on doing this manually, he decided that you at least needed a categorisation system, so while you read the contents of each document, he skimmed through the contents page and the titles on each set of papers.

Nicking a set of sticky notes and a pen from atop the desk, he began labelling each of them, colour coding documents on similar events or that came from the 6-month period. In between flipping your pages, he stacked up the documents with sticky notes of the same colour, slowly getting through the pile on the wooden table.

Between these two tasks, his fingers and his mind were both kept busy, and he didn’t notice how many hours had passed until he noticed that your drooping eyes had finally succumbed to the temptation and fallen shut, and you were slumped on the table, supported by your hand in an awkward position, wrist bent at an angle he didn’t think wrists should be able to bend at.

Sicheng glanced at the watch on your wrist. It was technically well into the morning now, and the sun would be rising in just a couple of hours. There were almost no more loose pieces of paper lying around anymore, since he’d managed to organise all of them, using staples and paper clips to hold them together.

Looking at the neat piles of unread documents, then again at the small pile that you’d gotten through, comments scribbled across multiple post-it notes in your harried script, Sicheng ran a hand through his dishevelled hair and sighed. This was going to take more than just one all-nighter.

And, knowing you, you’d refuse to rest between them.

Sicheng gently took your hand, rearranging you into a more comfortable posture for sleeping. He took the cushion he’d been resting his elbows on the whole night long, propping it under your head to support your neck, removing your hands from their prison, and felt the ice-cold chill of your fingertips.

He summoned a blanket from a forgotten corner of the study room, dusting it off before draping it over you. He rested your hands in your lap to keep them covered and warm, before getting up to leave.

It wouldn’t be good to be caught here with you.

The rest of the castle was already waking up, so Sicheng got to his feet and brushed a hand through his hair to tame it. He grabbed his coat from the stand by the door, casting his reflection one last glance, peering closely to see how bad the circles under his eyes were—could be worse, he thought—before leaning to press an ear against the oaken door to listen for passing footsteps.

Convinced that the hallway was empty, he cautiously opened the door, careful not to wake you up as he left. He took great care to walk slowly, with purpose, so no one could hear how loudly and quickly his heart was beating at this risky move.

He made his way back to his quarters to wash up and prepare for the day. You could coop yourself up inside to do your digging if you wanted to, but his job would still go on.

When you awoke later, you would find a still-hot mug of ginger tea on your table—good for drinking on an empty stomach—and you would know that Sicheng had sent it for you.

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cu1tsmark · 8 months

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"Acts of Love"

Chenle grinned as he entered the grocery store, a determined look on his face. He was on a mission today, and nothing was going to stop him from spoiling his beloved Y/N. He pushed a cart down the aisles, carefully selecting items from her grocery list, and then some.

"Y/N loves strawberries, right?" Chenle mused to himself, tossing a pack of plump, ripe strawberries into the cart. "And she can never resist a good chocolate cake."

After a successful grocery trip, Chenle made his way to Y/N's favorite bakery. He knew she had a weakness for pastries, so he ordered a variety of her favorites: croissants, cream puffs, and cinnamon rolls.

Back at home, Chenle arranged the pastries on a plate and set them on the kitchen table. Just as he was about to text Y/N to come downstairs, he remembered the bouquet of fresh flowers he had bought earlier. He rushed to the living room and arranged them in a vase, making sure they looked perfect.

Finally, he sent Y/N a text: "Hey, babe, could you come downstairs? I have a little surprise for you."

Y/N's response was quick: "Sure, I'll be right there!"

As Y/N descended the stairs, she was greeted by the sight of a beautifully set table with a feast of pastries and a vase of fresh flowers.

"Good morning, princess!" Chenle greeted her cheerfully as he grinned and pulled out a chair for her.

Y/N smiled and gasp by the suprise. "Good morning, Chenle! What's all this?" she asked as her eyes widening in amazement.

Chenle chuckled. "Just a little something to brighten your day. And I brought some of your favourite pastries for us to enjoy together."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh as she sat down. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"

He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss. "Only for you."

Over breakfast, they chatted and laughed, and Y/N couldn't stop smiling. Chenle had a knack for making even the simplest moments feel extraordinary.

As they sat down to eat, Y/N couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by Chenle's generosity. "Baby, you really didn't have to do all this for me. You spoil me too much."

Chenle grinned and reached for her hand. "Spoiling you is one of my favorite things to do. I just want to see you happy, princess."

Over the next few weeks, Chenle's surprises continued. He would show up at her door with her favorite takeout, surprise her with tickets to her favorite band's concert, and even do her laundry when he knew she was too busy with work.

One evening, as they were cuddled up on the couch, Y/N turned to Chenle and said, "You know, Chenle, I appreciate all these things you do for me, but I don't want you to feel like you have to constantly spoil me."

Chenle looked at her earnestly. "Y/N, I do it because I want to, not because I feel like I have to. You mean the world to me, and seeing you happy brings me so much joy."

Y/N smiled and leaned in to kiss him. "Well, I feel pretty lucky to have you in my life."

Chenle kissed her back, his eyes filled with affection. "I'm the lucky one, Y/N."

And so, their relationship continued to blossom, filled with love, laughter, and Chenle's never-ending surprises. Y/N had come to realize that Chenle's generosity was a reflection of his deep love for her, and she couldn't be more grateful to have him by her side.

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mingkist · 1 year

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my friends as cakes! | nct 127 ver.

this is inspired by this! from @bluehwale, i found the fic so cute and funny so i decided to make an nct ver (for each units) i hope you like it!!

p. taglist: @italiekim @youngestdelacour @alanniys @dogsongy @mingiholic @miriamxsworld

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yutafrita · 5 months

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AN ANGEL, MY ANGEL, AND ME {PREVIEW}

Teaser /// 1 /// 2 /// 3

⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖

Fallen Angel!Sungchan x Reader (she/her)

Preview WC: 712

Preview TW: Mentions of an arrest, discussions and depictions of food/ eating, sexual scenarios and innuendos, religious imagery and references

Story Synopsis: Finding out your best friend is a guardian angel is pretty mind numbing. It only gets worse when you find out a Fallen Angel has been hiding in your apartment for two years. You think your life can’t get any weirder, until you start lying about being married to keep your new job.

⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖

“I was thinking,” you popped out from your room in your work clothes, holding a thin gold chain you never wore. “Maybe wearing something I own might help mask you in public. So you can leave without needing me.”

Your line of thinking was, if Sungchan was able to hide in your apartment without being found by the troop, then there was a chance he didn’t need you around at all times to stay safe. He turned around, spatula in hand as he furrowed his eyebrow. He was in the midst of cooking pancakes, and the faint hint of smoke reminded him of this before he turned back to face the stove and flip them.

“Are you kicking me out?”

“What? Of course not. I just figured you’d want actual independence even though you’re on the lam.”

“On the what?”

“On the lam? Running from the troops?” You elaborated. Sungchan had yet to disclose more information regardingthe warrant for his arrest, but you hadn’t really pressed much. You two had a solid cohabitating, co-existing, thing going and you really didn’t want to push your luck.

Sungchan slipped the pancakes onto the two plates he had set up before turning to face you. He seemed hesitant, and you went to further assuage his nerves.

“I… I think you’d like not having to rely on me to go around on your own.”

He seemed to mull it over before nodding and adding, “I haven’t been able to fly in a while.”

“Then it’s settled- try leaving the apartment while I’m at work and text me how it goes,” you moved closer then, holding the chain for him to see. You had gotten Sungchan a simple phone to use so you both could more easily communicate, and he seemed pleased with the device.

You kicked over your step stool as Sungchan turned back around. He tucked his wings slightly to give you easier access as you clipped the small chain around his neck. You never really wore it, but from the small glint it gave as it now sat on the collar of the Fallen Angel, it felt like it was really meant for him.

Standing slightly above him now, you looked closely at his wings. They were mostly black, with glints of gold and gray splattered at random places. The wings spanned all of his back, stopping just at his calf, and the feathers looked insanely soft.

“Everything okay?” Sungchan’s question snapped you back to reality.

“Um… can I ask something?”

“Yeah!” he turned back around, a smile on his face. He loved asking you questions, so it was as if he was excited to answer something for you.

“Can,” you sighed, embarrassed, “can I touch your wings?”

He raised his eyebrows, taken aback by the question.

“Sorry, I was just really curious,” you admitted, scratching the back of your neck.

“Y-yeah, go ahead,” he turned his back to you again, “I don’t think they’re anything special, though.”

You scoffed lightly before gently raising your hand, and caressing one of his wings. It was softer than anything you had ever touched before, and for a moment you swore the entire world went silent as you felt just how delicate they were. You caressed it again, before you heard Sungchan’s breath hitch and then a small whine followed before your whole body froze.

“Sungchan, are you okay?” you removed your hand, confused by his reaction. On the back of his neck and ears you could see his skin turning red. You stepped down from your position of height, stepping back to grab the syrup before noting that Sungchan still hadn’t moved.

“Are you embarrassed or something?” you were joking, but the angel looked over his shoulder and wings to glare at you, his whole face now tinted in red.

“Wings are… really… sensitive,” he admitted, emphasizing ‘sensitive’ heavily before it clicked. He hadn’t turned around yet because he was hiding what you apparently accidentally caused.

“Oh shoot I’m gonna be late for work,” you lied, ignoring the pancakes and rushing out of the apartment with your work bag and phone. You wanted to think as little about the accidental arousal you caused to your roommate, and forced yourself to ignore it as you took the train to work.

⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖

Permatag! @nini0620

An Angel, my Angel, and me tags! @cherriruto @deonuism @lesserahyuck

If you would like to be added to the tag list feel free to lmk <3

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nctzslut · 1 year

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Haechan’s long slender fingers. How pretty they would be buried deep inside your cunt. The way he would rub your clit as he worked his fingers expertly between your legs, his veins bulging from his hands down his forearm, eliciting filthy squelching sounds mixed in with your moans as he brought you to orgasm after orgasm.

‘That’s it baby, cum for me one more time. You love the way my fingers feel huh? You look so fucking sexy right now’

#nct smut #Haechan smut #haechan x yn #haechan x reader #nct #nct dream #nct 127 #nct x yn #nct x reader #nct scenarios #nct hard hours

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jenhoe · 1 year

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You leave the bathroom to get dressed. A short towel barely covers your body when you walk past Taeyong, who is sitting in a chair watching some videos. He stops the video and looks up to admire your body which is still slightly damp.

'Taeyong, stop it.' you say without turning around. He raises his eyebrows and asks 'What? I’m not doing anything.' - 'You’re literally eye-fucking me right now, I know that.' you answer him.

You mind your own business again, trying to figure out what to wear, when you suddenly feel some hands wrapping around your body. Taeyong leaves small kisses on your shoulder and makes his way up to your neck, while one of his hands moves down to your thigh.

A small sigh escapes from your mouth, you tilt your head to the side and close your eyes so you can feel every little touch and kiss from him. ‘You taste so delicious y/n, I just can’t stop’ says Taeyong in a husky voice. ‘But I think this spot will taste even better..’

His hand wanders under your towel towards your slit and slowly starts moving his middle and ring finger in circular motions. ‘Fuck…Taey..ong’ you moan and press your hip against his crotch. He groans at the friction and whispers seductively into your ear ‘I’m sure my mouth can fuck you even better than my eyes’

Merry Christmas 🎄💕

#taeyong smut #taeyong #nct smut #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #nct scenarios #nct x reader #nct #nct x yn #nct 127 #nct 127 smut

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 5 months

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[11:16pm]

Non-Idol AU TW: None Y/N Pronouns: Not Specified [NCT Masterlist] | [Timestamp Masterlist]

"Hey, Mrs. (L/N)," Mark's voice was in a hush as he answered. "Oh, I'm doing good, thanks for asking! I was just calling about (Y/N)-" he's cut off by you coughing loudly behind him. "Yeah... (Y/N) caught a cold," he says, "it's pretty bad right now, hasn't been able to leave bed," he walks over to the kitchen, "I was wondering if you could help me out a little?" He pulls out a pen and notepad.

"Mark?" Your voice echoed in the apartment, despite the raspiness of it from your endless coughs. "Could you get me some water?"

"Sure, babe, give me a second," he says after covering the speaker, "sorry, Mrs. (L/N), what was that again? Congee's the way to go? And tea with a teaspoon of honey? D'you think I should get a humidifier?" Mark is writing notes as he goes, listening carefully to what your mother was saying.

You'd gotten sick a few days ago now, and although Mark was no stranger to you catching the cold, it seemed to have hit you harder this year than before and the usual remedies weren't working. So, he decided to take it upon himself to call your mom. She had to have some notes at the very least and, would ya look at that, he now has a lengthy list of at-home remedies that worked for you growing up.

"Thanks, Mrs. (L/N), I really owe you one! I'll head out to the grocery store in a second," Mark clicks his pen and places it down on the paper before ending the call. He grabs a glass of water on his way back to you. "Knock, knock," he says while opening the door. You're sunk into the covers, cool towel on your head and your favorite show playing in front of you.

"I feel horrible," you muttered. "I'm shivering and burning up at the same time," you groaned. Mark places the glass of water next to you. "Thanks, babe... was that my mom you were talking to earlier?"

"Oh, yeah, I was just asking if she knew anything that helped you feel better while you growing up," he says with a small smile, "and on that note, I'm heading to the grocery store. Text me if you need anything."

"Seriously, what did I do to deserve you, Mark?" You said with a small chuckle.

"Please, I'm the one who doesn't deserve you," he adds with a teasing tone. "I'll be back before you know it," he wraps a scarf around his neck.

"Thank you!"

General Tag List: @stopeatread @bat-shark-repellant @raeincitizen @umbralhelwolf @yangsrose @kazooms @sadcoffeecritic

NCT Tag List: @cherrylovr @minjiville

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ohmygs-blog · 25 days

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Hello !!!! May I request "telling them we'd make a great couple" while dating.

Thank you, love your texts !!!

“we’d make a great couple.”

thank u baeeee & thank u all for waiting for me <333 !!! (pls ignore the difference in the texts cuz the app i use stopped working)

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sunflrverse · 8 months

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after debating for a while about whether or not to actually use this account,, i have decided to just go for it<3

so here is my very first post !! (requests are open so pls message me if there is something you wanna see!)

RANDOM TEXTS WITH BOYFRIEND! DREAMIES

📍warnings: some cursing,, slightly suggestive in jaemin’s,, very suggestive in jeno’s <3

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aswho1estuff · 1 year

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The boys next door

Yuta

Masterlist & other characters

Playlist

“I was in a dark room, loud tunes” (Kendrick Lamar- swimming pools)

“And I swear it’s a show not a riot” (Isaiah- wat u sed)

“Reach for some inner peace” (Isaiah- wat u sed)

“And I had a nightmare last night that I wasn’t counting up” (Isaiah- wat u sed)

“Imma show you how to turn it up a notch” (Kendrick Lamar- swimming pools)

Summary:

Nickname- scary spice

Age- 26

Height- 5’9

Job- park enterprise (assistant)

Goals:

Live a fulfilled life

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planetkiimchi · 2 months

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this turn of events | d.sc

featuring: guard!winwin x royalty!reader

word count: 1172 words

author's note: every time i write something with wayv i can and will make them speak in chinese / their dialects if possible, so i guess we can’t really be surprised that when i say “their language”, i really just mean wenzhounese. i can’t speak wenzhounese myself, so i’m trusting google on this one. hope you enjoy <3

author's note 2.0: winwin believes in fate btw. if you even care. (source: the panda video at 3.40)

taglist: @slytherinshua ,, @welcometomyoasis

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Sicheng glanced up at you, his ruler, and his heart softened. You were strong, courageous, but most of all, you were whole. You had been split apart time and time again and you still stood there, fully whole and scarred from the fractures. You smiled your glorious smile, the one that made kingdoms crumble and cities tremble, that led countries to their downfall.

In his heart, he didn’t think he had ever held so much love for anyone—not for his sister, whose hearing they were currently attending, not for the parents that had laboured to give him such a good life.

No, the only person he held in his heart was you, the hurricane that had dredged him out of the outer circle, that had molded this farmer’s son into the highest of the royal guard.

If your intoxicating aura could have been hidden away like a secret, in a cave full of treasures and wonder, they would have done you in. Yet, your spirit roamed free, never crushed underfoot by conquerors. The people's attitude had no effect on you, only providing a source of amusement which you enjoyed greatly.

Sometimes, when your eyes twinkled like that, mischief and resignation muddled in a cloudy mess of emotions, Sicheng was afraid. Not afraid of you—never afraid of you—but afraid for whoever had incited that mischief, for he knew it would never end well.

He knew that two months earlier, when he had attempted to break Sixue out of prison, that he had intentionally been left as the only guard on duty. You trusted him, and your brother hadn’t interfered, because he’d wanted to test Sicheng.

He hadn’t passed that test, evidenced by how they were gathered in that courtroom again, awaiting judgement.

Earlier, when Sixue had been led into the courtroom, her eyes haunted and dull, lips cracked and dry, Sicheng had felt a flash of a headache. It happened when you exerted a great amount of power over him, typically when he was being stubborn, but it was gone in an instant.

Because even without you controlling him, he could feel your stare against his back, and that alone was commanding enough for him to listen.

Sicheng hadn’t intended to go towards Sixue, even if her gaunt body and the blood that had dried crimson on her skin worried him. Because you had told him not to, and he trusted you with his life. By extension, he trusted you with Sixue’s as well.

One glance at you now, back rigid and gaze emotionless, would send shivers down anyone's spine. With your narrowed eyes, taut lips set into a line, it was easy to overlook the spots of pink dusting your cheeks, a telltale sign of your investment in this trial.

It hadn’t been hard for you to offhandedly make a decision to give Sixue a trial instead of immediately sending her for execution—and though Sicheng had bristled at how much power you held, he found comfort in the fact that you would never wield that power carelessly.

He wasn’t sure how you were intending to turn this trial in your favour when you weren’t allowed to speak, and as he watched Sixue, worry tugged at his heart. Upon questioning, Sixue’s words were hollow, hair hanging like a sheet in a drawn-back ponytail. Her fingers kept twitching, and Sicheng noticed her fingernails were grimy with dirt.

Sixue denied all of the accusations, which was a complete change from her attitude the last time she’d been brought before you. What Sicheng didn’t know was that you had instructed her to deny all accusations, and you would take care of the rest.

With little to no evidence to prove her guilt, and your silence encouraging the judge to let her go, Sixue was released.

Once the trial had ended, she was brought out of the courtroom, albeit no longer in chains.

Sicheng turned towards you, pleading gaze begging for your permission to speak to her, and you blinked slowly, guiding his foot to take one step in Sixue’s direction.

He didn’t need to be told twice, sprinting out of the courtroom and darting down the steps to where Sixue was, ready to wrench her out of the guards’ grasps, but then he caught himself, stopped, and inhaled.

“I’ll take it over from here.” He issued it like an order, the same way he imagined you would have, and the guards looked at each other before shrugging and handing her over.

As soon as they were out of earshot, backs turned towards the brother and sister, Sicheng wrapped Sixue in a hug so tight she had to pry herself out of it, gesturing to her blood-stained clothes and the bruises on her limbs.

“Agū.” She said one word, but the weight of it was unbearable for Sicheng. That one word was filled with years of memories, Sixue always turning to her older brother in times of trouble; when she scraped her knee or sprained her ankle, when she got tanned after spending too long in the sun and she cried because she would never be fair again.

Now, she was indeed fair, pale, even—and still she called out for Sicheng. Agū. He was her safe haven, the only constant in her life, the one who would attempt to rescue her even with the threat of execution hanging above his head.

She crumpled in his arms like paper, fragile and easily torn, so light and frail she might have flown away if the wind blew too hard.

“Why… why would the Crown do that for me?” she whispered, referring to you the way all peasants did, as “the Crown”, or in their language, huáng guān.

“The Crown is a complex person,” he shrugs. “I’ve known them for so long, and yet I can never claim to know what exactly goes through their mind. I just know they’re not half as cruel as the rumours say.”

“They almost cut off my foot,” Sixue hissed, recoiling at the thought.

Sicheng rested one hand on her shoulder reassuringly. “The dagger would never have fallen on your foot. It was a mistake not to trust them then, because maybe if I’d left the dagger alone, they wouldn’t have sent you immediately for execution, and I wouldn’t have panicked and tried to break you—” He was cut off by Sixue clamping one hand over his mouth.

“Don’t voice it aloud. The walls have ears.”

Either way, as soon as Sicheng said it aloud, he knew that if he hadn’t changed the course of that dagger, you wouldn’t have had anything to bring your brother down with. In some ways, the world worked like that—if fate hadn’t brought him to you, he wouldn’t have had the money to keep his family alive.

Sixue would have spoken, but just then, you appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

“My brother’s trial is in a short while,” you informed Sicheng. “Be ready.”

Sicheng nodded, and turned to Sixue. “Take care of yourself.”

Sixue hugged her brother once more and was off.

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"The Seamstress of My Heart"

Mark's tailor shop had always been a sanctuary for him, a place where he could lose himself in the art of fashion. But when Y/N walked through the door, everything changed.

"Hi, I'm Y/N," she said with an eager smile.

"Mark," he replied, extending his hand. "Welcome to my shop."

Y/N's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she took in the colorful fabrics and neatly arranged mannequins. "I've always been fascinated by tailoring, and I want to learn everything there is to know about it. Would you consider hiring me?"

Mark could sense her genuine enthusiasm, and it warmed his heart. "Tell me, Y/N, why do you want to work here?"

Y/N's face lit up as she spoke. "I've always been drawn to the idea of creating something beautiful from scratch. The thought of turning a piece of fabric into a masterpiece is incredibly inspiring. And your shop, it feels like a place where dreams are stitched together."

Mark was captivated by her words. "You have a way with words, Y/N. I think you might be exactly what I've been looking for. You're hired."

As the weeks passed, Y/N proved herself to be a quick learner. She immersed herself in the world of tailoring, from measuring customers to sewing intricate patterns. Mark found himself spending more time teaching her than he had with any other employee.

One day, as they were working side by side, Y/N looked up and said, "Mark, I can't thank you enough for giving me this opportunity. I feel like I'm living my dream."

Mark smiled, feeling a warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with the tailor's iron he was holding. "Y/N, you're a natural. It's a pleasure to teach someone so passionate about this craft."

As the months passed, Mark couldn't help but notice how Y/N's eyes sparkled whenever she spoke about fabrics and design. Her dedication was infectious, and he found himself admiring her not just as a talented apprentice but as a person.

One evening, they were discussing a new project, and Mark's mind began to wander. He remembered the countless times he had spoken with his friends about designing the perfect dress.

"You know," he said, his voice trailing off, "I always told my friends that one day, I could be designing the wedding dress for my girl."

Y/N looked at him with a curious smile. "Your girl? Have you found her yet?"

Mark hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. "Maybe," he said softly, unable to tear his gaze away from her. "Maybe she's been right here all along."

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, Mark knew he had fallen deeply in love with Y/N. He watched as her smile transformed into a look of realization, and then she took a step closer.

The newfound connection between Mark and Y/N transformed the tailor shop into a place where love and creativity thrived side by side.

As the days passed, their bond deepened. They spent their time measuring clients, selecting fabrics, and sketching designs together. Mark couldn't help but smile every time he saw Y/N engrossed in her work, her eyes filled with determination and passion.

One sunny afternoon, as they were putting the finishing touches on a beautiful wedding gown, Y/N looked up and said, "You know, Mark, this dress is a work of art. I can't imagine anything more perfect for a bride on her special day."

Mark nodded in agreement, but inside, his heart was racing. He had been wanting to broach a delicate subject with Y/N for some time now, but the fear of ruining what they had held him back.

Y/N sensed his hesitation and placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Is something on your mind, Mark?"

He took a deep breath and finally confessed, "Y/N, I've been thinking a lot lately about that conversation we had when you first started working here. About designing a wedding dress for someone special."

Y/N's eyes widened with understanding, and a soft smile tugged at her lips. "You mean..."

Mark nodded, his voice filled with emotion. "Yes, Y/N. I mean you. I've fallen in love with you, not just because of your passion for tailoring but because of who you are. And I can't help but dream about designing the most beautiful wedding dress for you."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, and she pulled Mark into a warm embrace. "Mark, I've fallen in love with you too. And I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else."

From that moment on, their love story blossomed. Mark designed a stunning engagement ring, and Y/N said yes without hesitation. Their tailor shop became a place not only for creating beautiful garments but also for planning their future together.

As they worked side by side, their dream of creating the perfect wedding dress for Y/N became a reality. Mark poured his heart and soul into the design, making sure every stitch was filled with love. And when their wedding day arrived, Y/N walked down the aisle in a gown that was more beautiful than she had ever imagined.

Their friends and family gathered to celebrate their love, and as Mark watched Y/N say her vows, he couldn't help but think that his dream had come true. He was not only designing the wedding dress for his girl, but he was also marrying the love of his life.

Their love story was a testament to the power of passion, dreams, and a little bit of courage. And in the years that followed, Mark and Y/N continued to create beautiful garments together, knowing that their greatest masterpiece was the love they shared.

(Yeah so i got this idea inspired from this pictures honestly 😭😭 I can't help it)