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sungho has sensitive wings. he makes it known each time you so much as trace a finger over them. they twich under the touch and he lets out a sigh. he should've known better than to think you wouldn't use that to your advantage. he underestimates just how mischievous you could be. finally finding a weak spot on your angel of a boyfriend, it'd be out of character for you to not exploit said weakness. while you do admire his ability to remain composed through whatever, you love when he just lets go. you love when he surrenders to your touch. you love unraveling him like a delicate ribbon. beautiful pale soft skin flushing with each touch you give him. you like to stimulate him with your fingertips running along the base of his wings and your cunt warming his cock. you feel the way he twitches both inside you and on the outside.
“so sensitive, huh?” you brush his bangs back. the pretty pink color complimenting his skin and the white of his feathery wings. you see the way tears slowly start to trickle down his face. a glittery trail. you kiss them away before they can drip off his jaw. “feels good though, doesn’t it, angel?”
the warmth of his release floods through you. the nickname being the final push. more glittery tears sliding down his cheeks. an immediate look of relief on his face. he falls back on the pillows but not before tucking his wings away for comfort.
“how could i ever think you wouldn’t use my weakness for your pleasure?”
✮ — cat hybrid sungho *sighs wistfully* i had a grat tim writing this i won’t lie, i tink reader is so cute
fluff ; cat-hybrid bf? sungho (undisclosed relationship), witch!reader, casual intimacy, a bunch of bs witchy terms (i tried with my minimal research..), reader is a little clumsy and a bit of a mess ┈ #requested!!
wc : ~ 2.4k
your home decor is too boring. you’re tired of staring at the same bookshelves and tapestries that line the walls. all your windows have already been replaced with stained glass designs, a hobby you had picked up when you had this same predicament last year.
sure, the sheerness of your detailed curtains allow for warm shades of sunlight to spill onto your floors and almost every surface is overflowing with all the trinkets you’ve collected over the years. to describe your space as maximalist would be an understatement.
but you need more. something brighter, livelier.
you turn your head to the side and take in all that your room has to offer. posters and paintings on every wall, handcrafted rugs splayed across the floors, even various candles scattered throughout your home. what else is there to add…?
the answer to your question hits you in the face. literally.
“ouch!! what the hell was— sungho?!” your eyes are wide as the expression on your face radiates bewilderment.
you hear the kitty lose himself in apologies as he leans in to make sure there isn’t a bump left on your head. but you’re more interested in what he had accidentally brought to you. a book on.. gardening? you flip through the pages to see different flower types, plant breeds, and care instructions.
you sit up on your day bed in realization. that’s what you need, florals! a source of life in your living space to bring an extra touch of color. “oh, sungho!” you cradle his face in your palms, eyes sparkling with excitement. “you’re a genius!!”
soft tufts of his hair fluff up as his ears twitch in confusion, “i am?” he questions with a tilt of his head.
you can imagine it now, vines and stems adorned with bright wildflowers strung across the ceilings. the planters that surround the exterior of your cottage have remained relatively empty and unchanged since you moved in. you can only assume that’s what sungho’s original plan with the book was until he brought it to your attention.
you’re not sure if you’d call yourself the most trustworthy when it came to gardening. somehow, someway, plants would end up withering under your care. they’d end up growing out of their pots, needing more sunlight, and all of their water intakes were different. so you had decided to let nature take its course with the fungus and foliage sprouting in your backyard.
and these would be no ordinary flowers, no no! you need something… special. because after some thought, you realize you can’t kill flowers that you’ve created. they can’t die if your magic is what brought them into this world. so now, you’re on a mission. a mission to prove you’ll be the best magical gardener there is!
you practically float down the stairs to your work room, already envisioning the spell book you have in mind. a friend had gifted it to you while cleaning out her own collection and you didn’t have the heart to decline, so it’s been sitting untouched for a while.
the door to your library is still a little jammed, needing to use more force than necessary just to get a book. you should probably get that fixed.. “sungho!! can you write down in my journal that we—” you’re met with a face full of chest when you turn around.
“need to fix the door? i can get on that tomorrow.” he smiles, nodding before pressing a quick kiss to the crown of your head and easing the door open for you. you freeze for a second, a little dazed but now isn’t the time to get distracted, you have a job to do.
however, you’ve searched high and low for this spell book and it’s no where to be seen! and you’re a surprisingly organized person when it comes to your library so you know the exact shelf it should be on. but even after searching from the nature section all the way to books on pyrotechnics, you’ve just about torn apart your library.
a pout carves itself onto your face as you weigh your options. you cut yourself off before calling for sungho, thinking you should try to do this one thing yourself this time. you roll up your sleeves, tie up your hair, and venture to the deep storage in the back of the room. you open up the first box to your left, only to be met with.. a huge spider!?
the lid slams closed and you scurry back to the edge of the counter, your beloved cat appearing before you even get through the second syllable of his name. he allows you to tuck yourself behind him as he lets the arachnid crawl free outside of your window. a warm hand settles on the small of your back and leads you out of the storage room.
“you could’ve just asked for my help,” his hand slowly smooths over your hip to keep you close, as if to soften the way he scolds you for being careless.
you mumble something about not wanting to be a bother as your eyes catch on what’s sitting on your desk. a dusty and well loved copy of ‘from wisterias to wildflowers: a guide to floral witchery!’ there before your very eyes.
“how did- where was— you found it??” your legs move faster than your brain towards the book, fingers now flipping through the pages at lightning speed trying to find the right spell.
he hums in admiration for how you light up at what he’s brought back for you. “under your bedside table, where you normally keep your book recommendations.”
oops. you’d berate yourself for your ignorance if you weren’t so invested in finding just the right flower.
after some time of studying each page, one section catches your attention; flora enhancement. the passage claims that a pre-existing, healthy plant can be transformed into another species under the right conditions. perfect!
since your luck with shrubbery is less than ideal, you call for your cute lab assistant to find one for you, “yeppiii, could you find me something like this from outside?” you point to the examples of ‘preferred plants for first stage.’
he nods dutifully which allows for you to prepare your work space. the steps seem easy enough, only needing a few ingredients to get to the flower you want. it does, however, require an elixir you dread making. it’s time consuming and very precise, so you keep a spare batch of it on the top shelf as to avoid having to make more in the future.
so with a sigh, you reach up as far as you can to grab the glass bottle. the tips of your fingers graze the sides but you can’t get a good grip on it, how did you even get this up here? you huff out of frustration and jump up to scoot it forward, the way it teeters dangerously close to the edge goes unnoticed.
one more push should do it, you think, so you use your other hand as leverage against the counter and jump up again. your heart sinks when your fingers nudge it the wrong way and it wobbles once, twice, and—
“i thought i told you to ask me for help.” a larger hand shoots out in front of your face and lowers the bottle to the counter. his voice, while stern and a little sharp, is laced with concern that you know better than to argue against.
his other hand cradles a small pot filled with soil and several bunches of little flowers, you recognize them as forget-me-nots. with a quick and appreciative kiss to his cheek, you take the pot and line it up with all the other ingredients you need.
there’s a faint sense of doubt swirling in your chest, you’ve never been good with plants. the chances of messing up your home, while small, linger in the back of your mind.
but when you catch sungho in the corner of your eye, it all melts away.
you’re good at magic, it’s hardly new to you. you’ve been doing this for years with your good luck charm by your side. some flower isn’t gonna ruin your life!
you crack your knuckles, take a deep breath, and get to work.
. ⟡ ݁ ˖ 𓂃 𓈒 ✶
TEST #1: FORGET-ME-NOTS -> MORNING GLORIES
you scribble your first experiment into the top corner of your journal. this should be relatively easy, you think, neither of the flowers are necessarily intricate or over the top. it’s just like.. putting forget-me-nots onto a vine, not that big of a jump!
as morning glories are described as ‘funnel-shaped vining flowers,’ they require a different set of conditions to change into from forget-me-nots, which are ‘spring flowers’. the steps in the spell book instruct you to isolate the original plant as best you can and use a mix of two different potions to accelerate the growth process.
after measuring the liquids with an amount of precision unusual to even you, the bunch of flowers starts growing before your eyes. the leaves spread wider and petals gain more color. you’re about to turn to sungho and announce your success until you remember the last step; expose to sunlight for ~20 seconds immediately after mixture is introduced.
dang it.
the flowers begin to wilt as your self esteem deflates along with them. and sungho, who’s just witnessed the rise and fall of your expression as he walked back into the room, scoots the pot out of the way and brings a fresh one into frame.
“trial run,” he says as reassurance, arm slung around your shoulder. “that’s why you’re experimenting,” he squeezes your arm to comfort you and carefully kisses your temple.
and to your delight, test #1.5 goes smoothly and you jot down your findings in your notebook.
TEST #2: MORNING GLORIES -> STAR JASMINE
the enhancements start getting easier after the initial transformation of the first, thankfully.
star jasmines, considered a ‘flowering plant,’ are a little more delicate than morning glories. which makes the process both easier and harder to complete. less ingredients but more patience and precision.
first, you dig a couple cinnamon sticks into the soil for its scent and thinning their delicate petals. easy!
the second step, however, is far more tedious; sprinkling exactly 5 grains of sugar into its stigma. that’s what gives the jasmine its body from the morning glories, so a wrong measurement can change it completely.
your feline hones in on the slight tremble in your hand as you separate each minuscule cube. the warmth of his palm hovers over your wrist as you use the end of your tweezers to gently place the sweetener into the pollen tubes.
his nose twitches from the increase of pollen in the air and a tickle in his nose brings up a threat of a sneeze that could throw you off completely. he tries keeping it at bay as he holds his breath, not realizing his grip on your wrist is growing tighter. unable to fight it off, sungho hides his face in your neck, ears tucked back and eyes shut tight.
“sungho..?” your voice is small and he doesn’t like it, he doesn’t like the slight trace of doubt that follows your tone.
but you repeat his name, now louder and.. excited?
“sungho!! sungho— yeppi look!” he peels himself off of your neck and your eyes are sparkling with smile on your face so wide it’s almost blinding.
“it.. it worked!! look, they’re white now! and thinner- oh they’re so prettyyy,” you take a step back to take in your work, proud of yourself. “i- i did it!!” yeah. pretty was right.
sungho praises your success and plucks a few of the flowers off to put in your hair, claiming they remind him of you and your perfume. he was the one who was interested in gardening in the first place, so you let it slide with a blush on your cheeks.
TEST #3: STAR JASMINE -> CYPRESS VINES
with the last trial having boosted your confidence, you’re sure this next round will be the final one.
another ‘climbing vine’ flower variant, cypress vines take on a star shape similar to jasmines, only fuller in shape. that’ll make it easier for you to enhance them size-wise, color is a whole other story.
these steps are similar to the previous ones, this time using ground nutmeg around the roots for longer vines and vanilla bean paste on the petals to fill them in. it’s just the colors aren’t exactly what you had in mind. the white is cute, but too simple for what the rest of your home interior looks like.
the deep red you had envisioned is quite the jump from its original ivory white. the book mentioned something about color lightening, so deepening a color shouldn’t be much different.
“hmm.. oh i know what this needs!” you perk up as you lean over to quickly scribble something down in your notebook, free hand outstretched. “sungho dearest, could you grab me the—” a small vile of liquid sits in your palm before you can finish your sentence.
“mint oil, right?” it’s like he read your mind, and with the way his eyes are locked onto yours, that doesn’t seem so impossible. you really shouldn’t even be shocked, he’s been your other half for years now that sharing a brain wouldn’t be that crazy.
with each drop, the bright white of each petal gradually shifts into a blush pink, soon deepening into a rosy red and settling into a beautiful shade of maroon. the perfect color for your decor that just so happens to complement the lightness of your kitty’s hair.
you mark test #3 as a success and grin at the words written at the bottom of the page;
FLORA ENHANCEMENT COMPLETED!
COMPLICATIONS : minimal…
ABILITY TO REPLICATE : high possibility!!
. ⟡ ݁ ˖ 𓂃 𓈒 ✶
now, as you finish cleaning up (and let sungho put the heavier jars away for you), you envision all of the spots you’ll hang your vining flowers from. one spot in particular stays noticeably empty.
you pluck off a star shaped flower and call your kitty over. he cranes his head down as per your request, ready for instructions, when he feels your hand smooth over his hair and brush his ear.
“there, because it reminds me of you.” a pretty pink flower tucked behind his ear, practically matching the shade on his cheeks.
“now we match.”
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🏹 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝑅𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒: ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ'ꜱ ᴄᴜᴛ (co-written with @moesthinking)
director! park sungho x f! goddess of love reader (ft. EVERYONE!)
EPISODE [ 4 ]: Prepare for trouble! And make it double!
[ ▸ ] SYN: As the goddess of love, it's your duty to be kind, be patient, and above all things, to find it in your heart to forgive mistakes. But when self-proclaimed genius director (and infamous pain in the rear), Park Sungho decides to botch your entire personality for his tacky K-Drama, you decide to give the human world a little visit to show them exactly what it means to be at the mercy of a god's wrath.
[ ▸ ] GENRE: SMAU+ written, romcom, e2l, fantasy, crack, ensemble sitcom
[ ▸ ] WARNINGS: crude language, borderline crackfic, [READ BEFORE PROCEEDING]
[ ▸ ] W.C: 1.1k (written part)
[ ▸ ] EPISODE OST
➤ SERIES MASTERLIST
➤ CAST ➤ CREW ➤ PREVIOUS EPISODE
The lights have dimmed to set the romance in the air. Cherry blossoms fly. Your hair cascades, twined with lace and ribbon, flowing gently in the 50 inch high velocity industrial stage fan.
The world is your oyster. You are the pearl of this show.
"Take 1. Action!"
"How was I to think you’d fall for me so easily?" Your voice is pinched with regret when you speak, eyes big and glassy and sympathy-inducing.
You are perfect. You are Love.
"You were foolish to fall in love with me. I shouldn't have—I shouldn't have done this, for both our sakes," you say, reciting the lines you'd written in place of the old, character-assassinating ones.
Taesan scoffs dramatically. He runs a distressed hand through his (admittedly luscious) hair, before meeting your eyes once more. "You strung me along for a year!" He makes a wild gesture with his hand. "Please… Please, be selfish for once. Choose us over everyone else. I know how charitable you are, how kind… But please, Love, for once in your life, choose yoursel—are you sure this is right?" He breaks characters to shoot a probing look at Sungho.
Sungho doesn't even bother to say CUT! He just slumps down into his chair, tipping his head back and boring holes into the high ceiling of the studio.
But you, however, are not impressed.
"Yes he's sure it's right. We came to an agreement with the revised script already!" You stomp in frustration, thinking of how annoying it was to have to convince Sungho to give in.
"Well, the revised script is BO-RING," Taesan yawns. Yawns! This jackas— "Like," he continues as though he can't see you lift your fingers to set his hair (why is so luscious, ugh, undeserved!) on fire, and he's already digging his pocket for his precious mirror. "The show isn't gonna sell if the female lead is all 'wahhhh, look at me, I'm so sweet and sappy. I love puppies and kittens and forgiveness.' EW!"
"BUT THAT'S WHO THE GODDESS OF LOVE IS! SHE IS MADE OF LOVE, YOU HEATHEN!" You shriek back, having to reel yourself back when you see Leehan sprint forward to hold onto you, just in case you did something regrettable.
But Taesan isn't even listening. He's smirking lopsided at his reflection, brushing under his jaw for a non-existent stubble with his fingers. It's infuriating.
Just when you'd thought life was turning around and Earth was a decent place to hang out in, these puny humans seemed determined to get on your godly nerves. First, it was Woonhak uploading a rather misunderstood video of you and Sungho onto the interwebs (you forgot if that's what it's called…whatever), making it look like you were—goddess forbid—holding his sweaty little hand.
You were not. It's just that you had to act fast and grab his hand before he could start making red-pen-marks all across the genius dialogues you'd edited in.
And then the stupid tweeter started shipping you together to oblivion, saying you make a cute couple and that they're waiting for the tension to finally break between you.
(The only thing you'd hoped to break was his hand. And there is no way, not in a million gazillion heavenly years, that you'd be shipped anywhere with Larp Sungho of all people! Hmmf!)
The set is in commotion: Sungho stands up to take his seventeenth smoke break of the day (it's only 9 AM now), Riwoo exchanges a tired look with Kazuha, and Rei grumbles under her breath to Danielle who is waiting to get her make-up done. Jungwon refuses to be on set at all, so he's snoring away somewhere in his office, making up for lost sleep.
Which leaves you, seething at the stupid urchin that was Taesan, and Leehan trying to shield your sight from him.
"C'mon woman, ease up," Taesan says, still looking into his mirror. "You act like you are the goddess of love or something. Chill out."
Oh, that does it! You can forgive a lot, but you draw the line at being accused of pretending to be who you are—have been since the creation of the universe. When there was peace. Before plagues. Before death. Disease.
Before Taesan or his ugly personality ever came into formation.
You aren't too keen on thinking too deeply before lifting the magic in your pointer finger and zapping it at Taesan over your agent's shoulder, already excited to see him fall in love with his own reflection and suffer the same horrid fate that that guy Narcissus did.
But.
A teeny misjudgement on your part….
Right when the pink spark hits Taesan square in the chest, he looks up in your direction.
Except it's not you he locks eyes with.
It's….
It's Leehan who's turned around just in time to meet Taesan's sightline.
One second passes. Then two. And when the horror of the moment settles into your stomach, and Leehan's confusion makes itself apparent in the way he blinks like a trapped prey, you see it. The way Taesan has gone absolutely dazed.
The mirror in his hand slips loose and shatters onto the ground, into thousands of jagged pieces. His eyes look drunk. And the smile on his face… it isn't sinister or slimy.
An actual genuine, lovesick smile, reserved only for the object of his affections: your innocent familiar and wonderful friend, Leehan.
Oh fuck…you may have messed it up. Oh—
You don't even have time to digest the mess of this situation when the next insane thing happens. A few gasps resound from the crowd below. At first you think they've somehow noticed your invisible powers, but then the truth of the matter proves to be much, much worse.
White smoke rise and billows below, obscuring your vision and making the crew break out into a fit of coughs. Then comes a voice, as the fog slowly clears up, something menacing. Something arrogant.
Something unfortunately familiar.
The mist begins to clear up slowly, the silhouette behind the veil getting more visible as they walk forward in tantalising steps—no, struts. Then comes the almost water-like blue robes swishing behind him, then the carefully tousled mess of his dark curls. Then the pair of eyes you've known forever, since you were born and he came out a minute after, staring at you like it would have been great to be an only child.
Your mouth is agape when he finally stops in front of the elevated stage, smirking at the way he's caught you off-guard.
"Well, hello there," Jaehyun drawls, arms lifted in theatrical greeting, eyes twinkling in mischief, "Sister dearest."
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“just lay back for me, sweetheart,” his hands gently push at your chest helping you lie back against the plush pillows. “just like that.” he whispers.
sungho notices the way your neck’s exposed now. hears the way your heart’s rapidly beating. pumping blood into your veins. blood he wishes to have spilling into his awaiting mouth. you’d probably taste rich and sweet. sweet, just like the way you look. your nightgown stained in the dark liquid. how is it that he absolutely adores you, but also wants to tear you apart at the same time? eat you whole. he’d always be a monster at the end of the day. late night feedings unavoidable. it’s the only way to keep him alive.
his eyes trail from your neck down to your thighs. gown still covering them. he can sense your nerves. can sense the way you feel he’d maybe go too far, but you must love the thrill because you don’t push him away when he slides the hem of your gown to bunch at your waist. you radiate warmth, a contrast to the cold feel of his own skin.
he settles in between your thighs leaving a trail of kisses along the inside. and that’s when you feel the sharpness of teeth sinking in. completely breaking skin. the pleasure hits once he feels the warm liquid trickling in. and he was right. you taste heavenly. his palate satisfied. he almost gets the urge to drain you dry. almost. until he remembers he still needs you breathing. he pulls away from your thigh with a sigh, mouth bloodied.
