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baby saja x reader -> fall in love with me again. thank you for your submission! i like connecting all my fics so baby saja will be il jeongseong in all of my fics! CW: stalker behavior, lowkey angst, il jeongseong = baby saja, drabble (if this does well i will for sure make it a series! :] )

he died as il jeongseong, so why is jinu making him call himself ‘baby saja’?

jeongseong, or any variant of that, was one of the unfortunate souls that had given up everything in order for a shot at  a decent mortal life. but he was so blinded by his greed, he failed to think about the one thing that would’ve kept from falling to gwi-ma’s rule.

you.

you and him had been childhood sweethearts. you were sought after in your village, known for your way of carrying yourself in an almost regal way. your dowry was the highest and the only family that could pay it were the il's. it made sense, jeongseong father worked closely with the royal family and, despite not living in the palace, he always came home with more than enough to spare.

once your dowry was paid, it was just the two of you. young love, there's something about it that is just so blinding about it. the two of you were on top of the world

the fire spread so suddenly, it had taken the entire village off guard.

grabbing your things quickly, the two of you were the last out. and it showed. jeongseong had a choice, he could make sure you made it out, or he could save himself. with a quick kiss on the cheek, he slung you over his shoulder, but it was already too late. the smoke had reached your lungs already. you were already too far gone.

in his grief, he found his way to gwi-ma. he promised to jeongseong that he would be able to reunite one day, but he would never know when.

when jinu told him there was a way to get to the human world, he snatched at the opportunity. there was no way to know that he would find you in this century, but he had to try.

over the first few weeks of being back in the human world, he looked for you everywhere. hell, he even went back to the spot of your old village.

but when jinu forced the boys to perform on a random friday, he knew he found you.

he knew there was no way to ensure it, but he knew it was you. the same person he had fallen in love with so many years ago.

and that’s when it all started. first it was sneaking off in between promotions to go and look at you through your window. then it was following you to every place you went. after three weeks, jeongseong had memorized your entire daily schedule. over the following days, he had relearned everything about you.

you still favored rice balls and glass noodles to anything else, but it was a little different than how you had made it for him when you two were married. of course that was in 1609. 

he noticed that you never brought anyone home. that pleased him. he knew you and him were made for each other. no one else. no one else was worthy of your beauty and grace. only he was.

that night he found his way back into your bed. the way it used to be, the way it was meant to be, the way it will be again. the two of you fit together perfectly, your breath light against his cheek. he reached and cupped your face, so perfectly did his hand conform to the curves of your cheek. he allowed himself to slow down and admire you.

that's a big ass cat jinu x reader if you squint (who am i kidding it's right there) chosen from @im-sidney's prompt list!

“oh what a cute cat!” the delivery person exclaimed, the pizza wafting into the apartment. jinu sat in front of the tv, mindlessly looking for a movie to watch.

at your legs was your newest addition to the family, fynn. he was the cutest shorthair and got along well with derpy.

“and that’s a big cat…” their expression changed quickly. one of horror. 

derpy was now at your side, with that dumb bird on his head. 

“uhm..what breed is he?” the delivery person asked tentatively. derpy was a goofy little guy and while he had a haunting look, he was truly the sweetest.

“he’s a mix of things, too long to name any of them!” you dismissed, grabbing the pizza. “let me get the money,” you said , looking for jinu’s help with his cat.

you left derpy, fynn, and the delivery person alone at the door.

they just looked at each other. derpy eyeing the person at their door.

“sorry about that,” you exclaimed, passing the money to the person, “come on, derpy…it’s dinner time!”

the door closed and you basically pull derpy back to the couch.

“maybe if we get him a collar he’ll look more friendly.” you told jinu.

“i think he’s perfect the way he is!” jinu gave derpy a kiss on the head and patted for him to sit next to him.

you got comfy next to jinu, laying on his chest with fynn on your stomach and derpy nuzzled to jinu’s side.

jinu x reader submission for series by anonymous. prologue. 12:11 AM - saturday

“what ever did happen to the saja boys?”

you cringed at the mention of them. the saja boys, a demonic boy group that did minimal to destroy the honmoon. many people had forgotten about them, summing them up to a ‘one-hit-wonder’. but you knew the truth, you knew it all. from the demon world, to the hunters, to the honmoon. you were the only person who knew everything in full detail.

you weren’t a demon, and you sure weren’t a hunter. no, you were someone in-between. the gray area of the demons and the hunters. a paritegi. named after the goddess that leads people to the underworld, your job is to lead the hunters to their full potential, and to lead all that wish to help gwi-ma to his realm.

when the saja boys were banished behind the honmoon, you knew you would never see him again. kim jinu, your boyfriend.

you had known each other through your time in the underworld, but you were always a fleeting moment of jinu’s life. a passerby. when demons with an elaborate plan fail, they are ridiculed. many stay in hiding.

since the saja boys failed, they were definitely being ridiculed. you were already in gwi-ma's realm for strictly business, but if jinu never showed himself, you would rarely see him in passing.

you took a sip of your drink, "probably what happens to all nugu groups, one hit song and then disbandment."

yeojin, a long time friend of your was a journalist, more so a gossip columnist. she was looking for any trace of the once hit group. it was hard to keep a facade around her.

"i just don't get how people like that can just disappear," she looked at you, her expression worn from the late nights she has spent talking to you.

you shrugged, looking towards the street. and there it was, a rip in the honmoon.

it was just strengthened, it couldn't mean that gwi-ma was already planning something. but it wasn't the rip that caught your eye, it was the five men that came out of the rip.

no way it could be what you thought. different clothes, a different look on their face, it was them.

"sorry, i just remembered i have to do something." you said to yeojin.

"oh.." she responded, tucking her things away.

once she left you had many questions. and only one person could answer them.

gwi-ma.

a/n: really quick prologue but i'm excited to start a series! this is just some world building and minor character intro!

il jeongseong is determined to make you his again, even after 600 years.

in your village, there was always a tale that two children would prove to be an example of pure, unwavering love.

every child wanted to be that child. to know your soulmate for all your life, it made the process easier. of falling in love

when you and il jeongseong were born, everyone knew that it was the two of you that would be the aforementioned children.

as the two of you grew, so did your feelings. jeongseongs, not so much.

when you were five, the two of you had just learned of what a dowry was. something used to ensure the protection of a family after marrying off a child. your dowry was the highest. 

the two of you were playing outside, the fresh knowledge of knowing what you two were meant to do. at the ripe age of 6, jeongseong approaches your father, “dowry” in hand. the dowry was any sticks he found on the ground. he was ever proud of himself. 

from that moment on, the village knew you two would be betrothed. 

jeongseong wasn’t sure about paying off your dowry. he knew that you were highly sought after, marrying you would increase his status by almost tenfold. so why was he scared?

at the end of the day, he was just a teenager. at eighteen, you and jeongseong would be married.

that day was simply magical for you.

you both wore traditional clothing from your village. walking near the lake that ran close to the village.

"i'm gonna pay off your dowry." he said bluntly, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

"what." you stared at him blankly, as much as you two had joked about marrying each other, you never thought that he would actually do it.

it would be the biggest lie to tell anyone that you didn't have developed feelings, suppressed them, and had them resurface in the time that you and jeongseong had been friends. it was easy to get lost in the visions the older women painted for you when you helped with their daily chores.

"i wanted you to be the first to know, i know that's not what people typically do, but..." a blush was creeping onto his face. maybe those years of 'unrequited' love was requited.

you hugged him. tightly. wishing to never let go. marrying your best friend and not someone that you had never seen before. you knew you were fortunate.

"oh my god, we have a wedding to plan!" you exclaimed.

"yeah!" he said, a breathy laugh escaping him. he searched your face, taking in every detail that he could. his hand made its way to your cheek, instinctively you leaned in.

he admired you for a little while longer, "i want to kiss you," he leaned in and let his breath dance around your ear. the question lingering in the cold air.

you brushed some of his hair away from his eyes, before allowing your emotions to take over.

his mouth was on ours, breathing you in, tasting you, something he had only ever dreamed of doing. and now it was a reality.

he pulled you closer to his chest, ensuring no space was left as he continued to kiss you. you wrapped your arms around his neck as you pushed yourself into him.

he broke the kiss, breathless.

"you're mine, forever now." he gasped, before he continued to kiss you like an addictive drug.

you were his, a treasure never to be lost.

fall in love with me again (prologue)

y'all aint ready for this :3

olympic team x olympic athlete!reader included: ushijima wakatoshi, tobiō kageyama, hinata shoyō, bokuto kotarō, atsumu miya

ushijima wakatoshi

"now entering the rink, l/n y/n, representing japan!" the announcer called over the loud speaker. the chill from the air on the rink made the hair on your arm stick straight up. you could feel the air nipping at your neck mainly because of the tight bun that your hair was pulled into. you swore your stylist had to have been having a bad day.

gliding onto the rink, you turn to wave at everyone, looking into the box where your coach was, and there he was. ushijima.

"oh! hey..." you say shyly. he pulls you in a quiet hug, no words, like always, "good luck out there." his voice was steady, a small grin tugging at his lips. "i would kiss you but you need to look perfect, not that you don't do that naturally." a blush creeping to his neck and yours. his voice always calmed you. you took some time to just admire him. the buzzer sounded for you to take the ice, breaking you from the trance he had you in.

with the music starting, this was your craft.

it was a song of the love you and ushijima had crafted over the years. romeo and juliet's love theme. while your mother and father approved of him, and his parents of you, it felt almost like your sports wanted to keep you separated.

figure skating was a way that you expressed all of your emotion, the way volleyball was for ushijima.

the hours you poured into this sport could only be rivaled by the intensity of volleyball for your boyfriend.

your program this time was a ghost duet, a way for you to dance alone but in some cases it looked like you were dancing with someone else.

ushijima was there by your side from the first time you were rejected from the olympic team, to you placing dead last, and now. you were a silver medalist, and ushijima couldn't be prouder.

the two of you met in middle school. tendō dragging ushijima to the ice rink for some much needed "no-volleyball hour" as tendō put it.

you had been in the middle of rehearsing, it was nothing flashy, but it was the first performance that you would be submitting for the junior olympics. ushijima found something that day. he found someone that shared a passion that ran so deeply, and while he didn't know it, he met his other half.

you finished your program, tears welling as you landed every single turn and jump. may fans tossing you flowers and stuffed animals onto the ice. you came off the ice, into his arms. there, you waited for the results.

gold. that was a gold medal.

there was no way to beat the near perfect score you received.

he pulled you close in a hug, before pulling you up on his shoulder.

this was love, this was your life, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

tobio kageyama

the olympics had never even crossed your mind. the timing just happened to line up well. kageyama got his offer for volleyball, the same month you were offered your spot for swimming.

"why...do you look like that?" his head quirked to one side. you're hand was over your mouth, hair still wet from the shower you had taken.

your mouth was still open as you slid your computer over to tobio.

in big letters 'selected' read across the screen. you and him were going to represent japan in the olympics.

"i knew you would be able to." he said it like a fact. to him, it was a fact.

"you're acting like me when i finally passed an english exam." his voice had humor in it, but reassurance that calmed you.

"i knew you would do it." he reached his hand over the table, claiming your fingers with his. this was a big step in your career, but it felt a little bit more doable with him by you side.

hinata shoyo

humming while waxing your surfboard, you hear footsteps behind you.

"hey, you!" hinata's voice bounced over to you, just as he had. he squatted next to you. his fingers found the strands of hair that fell from your ponytail, pushing them behind your ear. letting his had linger on your jaw, before pulling you into a soft kiss.

pulling back, you look at him like a lovesick teenager.

"nervous?" he asks, hand still on your jaw, his cheeks dusted pink.

"excited." you respond, biting your lip in anticipation.

"good," he pulls your head to his chest, "means you care." he smiled at you.

it was moments like this, the quiet of the waves, the light thump of his heartbeat, this is when everything slowed down. and this is when everything was okay.

bokuto kotaro

standing at the starting blocks and shaking out your muscles, you looked around in the stands. you couldn't find him.

you heard the official call you to your places.

steadying your breathing, you needed to stay focused.

bang.

your body lurches forward, feet moving faster than your brain can comprehend.

you knew he was here. he’s been your biggest supporter from the start. he remembers those early mornings when your legs barely obeyed, but you dragged yourself out of bed anyway. the nights when exhaustion crept into your bones, but you kept training until every last fiber screamed for mercy. he was there, eyes bright, never once doubting that you could reach this moment.

he’s seen the countless drills, the slow progression from tentative strides to powerful sprints. every time you stumbled, every cramp that you endured, he witnessed.

you saw the finish line. the air was lighter the closer you got to it.

you could only go, prove everyone else wrong, prove yourself right.

you had won in a landslide.

you kept sprinting, until you saw him. jumping up into his arms as you won, an impressive meter that was between you.

pulling you up in a kiss, he squeezed you.

you had won, in more ways than one.

atsumu miya

standing in the corner of the warmup mat, waiting for the next few girls to go. this was your first olympics and you were starting to feel the nerves.

"boo." you hear in your ear, you turn quickly you got a little dizzy. when you realized it was just your boyfriend, your heart slowed a little.

"oh, it's just you." you sighed.

"just me?!" he faked offense.

"yea...just you," you smirked.

"you ready?" he asked, holding your hands in his.

"little nervous..." you admitted, glancing away.

"no need, you're gonna go out there and you're gonna flip and jump and do whatever it is, and your gonna bring home gold!" his voice was so certain. like he knew you could do it.

"okay..." you breathed, he pulled you into a hug, the chalk on your hands brushing onto his jacket.

it was going to be okay.

bonus: iwaizumi hajime

"iwa! ow!" you yelped.

"okay, well stop moving so much and then i maybe won't pinch you." he deadpanned. to save on costs, hajime was not only a personal trainer for the boys volleyball team, but also the girls.

he was scraping your calves, as you squirmed from pain.

"you could've stretched more," he mumbled.

he always had that no-nonsense way about him—straightforward, serious, but you knew he cared more than he let on. being the trainer for both the boys and girls volleyball teams meant he saw a lot of injuries, a lot of tough days. and he was determined to keep you on the court.

you winced as he worked the muscle, but there was a strange comfort in the way his hands moved—steady, precise, like he knew exactly what you needed.

“you’re lucky i like you,” he muttered under his breath, voice low enough that you almost missed it.

your eyes flicked up, surprised, and for a brief moment, you caught a softness in his usually stern gaze.

“yeah, well, i’m lucky you’re good at this,” you replied with a small smile.

he helped you off the table.

"don't rip a ligament." he said

"no promises!" you said as you hugged him.

pressing a kiss to your forehead, he held you close.

who cared? you had some time to kill.

saw you opened requests for kpdh! if you can, could you write hcs, oneshot-like literally whatever you're comfortable with for mystery saja x reader. like reader is having a whole mental breakdown and what he would do or how he would comfort. yeah, smth like that.

tyyy and have an awesome day or night<333

also love the aesthetic for your blogg ahh

mystery saja x reader -> the cracks start to show. thank you for your submission! CW: mental breakdown, huntrix!reader, drabble

where you finally have had enough of this honmoon.

rumi’s being weird. well she's always weird. ever since the honmoon started turning gold, everything has been stressful. there's this new boy group. and one of them just really caught your eye. rumi and mira would kill you if they knew you were ogling him. well, zoey is basically doing the same thing and rumi has jinu. so what's the harm in you having a small crush on one of the demon boys? it's not like one little good-looking guy from a demonic boy band from hell is gonna get in your way of sealing the honmoon. that would be ridiculous!

sitting on your balcony, the honmoon was weaker. everyone knew it. but the girls were also weaker. you were weaker. the stress of so many people's lives was resting on your shoulders.

"i just want the honmoon to be okay." you spoke to the silence around you. not caring what animal heard you. but it wasn't an animal.

there he was. mystery. he was a man of few words, but his presence spoke everything.

you jumped back, scared of what he would do to you. he just put his hands up, surrendering.

"what are you doing here?" you demanded "i'm not gonna let you destroy the honmoon." your voice was firm, your spear in your hand, glowing.

he shook his head, pointing to himself then to you.

he was here for you.

maybe it was the irony of the situation, maybe it was the stress, or maybe it was nerves. but the tears came out nowhere.

and there you were, crying uncontrollably in front of the thing you're supposed to kill.

but when his hand meets your back and he helps you come back to reality. it all stops. the world stops, in this moment there are no hunters or demons, in this moment, you're just an idol.

the two of you sit there. hands intertwined, your spear forgotten about. your hair sticking to your face. his thumb gliding over your knuckles.

and maybe this is a tactic for the demons, to distract you, and get into your head.

but right now, even when the cracks of the honmoon are showing, it seems like mystery maybe, just maybe, cares about the pressure that is causing you to crack.

but maybe mystery notices how your eyes glow a ring of yellow just a little bit when looking at the honmoon break.

there's more?! a lot of people fail to realize that there are other monsters in this realm. thank you for your submission! (idk why this took so long, i couldn't think of anything :[, but i got a random wave of creativity!) abs saja (ahn beomseok) x reader! CW: gave abs saja a real name, pure fluff, drabble!, ghost!reader

when you have lived a good life, you die. it's as simple as that. some fall into despair and look for ways to get revenge on those that have wronged them. others, like yourself, are content with how you lived your life.

ghosts are often overshadowed by the demons and the hunters, both having something to fight for; but ghosts, they just live the rest of their life as someone who gets to watch everything unfold.

you wouldn't have met beomseok if you hadn't died. it's a dramatic thing to say, but it is true. you died in 1912, beom sold his soul in 1809, and he was the first demon you met. it was love at first sight.

there are many different dynamics of couples in the monster realm. there's the typical werewolf and vampire, and the ghoul and soul-eater, but ghost and demon was a bit rarer. ghosts rarely invaded the human world, but with watching your boyfriend work to destroy the honmoon, you made sure you were at every concert and promotion.

possession wasn't common but for beom, you would do anything. and he would do anything for you.

sitting at a shrine, looking out at the desolate paths, you both didn't say anything. presence was enough. you had taken your 'idyllic' form, a term basically used for when you're not able to walk through walls.

beom just looked at you, lips parted, but no words formed.

"take a picture, it'll last longer." you deadpanned. tucking your hair behind your ear.

"have you ever thought about what a ghost idol group would look like?" he always did have the weirdest way of saying whatever was on his mind.

"have you ever thought of a jpop ghost idol group?" you responded, nudging his shoulder with yours.

"dope..." he said, nodding his head.

you laid your head on his chest, taking in the night air. beom's hand fiddled with your fingers, some of them popping. he looked down at you, to everyone else he was an untouchable idol, to you he was your other half.

he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"i know i'm not, like, romantical all the time, but i really love you." he breathed out. his eyes meeting yours.

"i know you do." you sat up, grabbing his hand and pulling him up from the bench.

you faced each other, hands interlocked, eyes never leaving each others. you stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. his lips found your forehead, then your cheek, your nose, and then your lips.

you loved when he did that.

a big whirlwind of air sprouted beneath the two of you. leaves and sticks where pushed away as a crack of thunder was heard. but beom didn't move, he pushed himself into you more.

the light headedness wasn't only from the kiss, it was from what was happening around you. the life was sucked from flowers and small sparks of pink danced around hedges. you held onto his shoulders to ground yourself, the patterns that ran up his arms and neck pulsating under his shirt.

it was so dramatic, so romantic, but it was how you knew you two loved each other.

he didn't want to let you go, you didn't want to be let be go.

when you reluctantly pulled apart, there he was in his hanbok. all black, his patterns shining. you looked down, noting the white cloak you now wore, your eyes a pure white, skin glistening.

he offered his arm, the two of you in the forms that you fell in love with. you happily took it.

walking off into a realm far from here.

accept gwi-ma's help. -> after being dragged to gwi-ma's world, now is the time to ask for help. CW: struggle, world war II references, had a dream about this and had to write it!, drabble

“you’re here for a reason,” gwi-ma flared a little, it was a shameful reason you were here.

“you weren’t good enough.” he spat at you. the words burned, looking down all that you saw were the shoes on your feet. your uniform feeling tighter.

“help me,” you whispered. 

“my child. i know you need help, the real question is: are you willing to accept it? it’s not as simple as many think.” gwi-ma’s voice echoed into the abyss, many demons eyes on you, ripping your own soul to shreds already.

war efforts were hard. you were hungry, your family was hungry. the enemies were closing in, there was only so much more any medic could take.

"i will protect you from this war, but i cannot protect your family. they will be left hungry and cold, and you would be to blame." he sounded almost sincere.

"i can't keep living like this." you cried, tears rolling from your eyes almost like the blood of the soldiers that have died in your arms. the pain was enough to make anyone go to extremes. you knew you would become another pawn, a pawn to gwi-ma, but maybe that kind of pawn was worth it.

"if you accept this, you will live eternally, to serve me, and to help me destroy the honmoon." his voice carried.

you nodded, reluctant to the thought that you would be a weapon to destruct and not help.

"alright." in one quick motion everything around you was a shade of pink, pulsating, and burning. almost like electricity was striking you. the smell of burnt skin filled you nose, you screamed in agony as these lighting-like patterns bloomed over your skin. etching into your flesh who you are serving now.

the pain was too much to bear, you blacked out. in exchange of pain you would now be protected. only you. your body twitched, still reeling from the pain that shot through your body, breathing labored. gwi-ma promised to protect you, but you must help him destroy the honmoon.

fin?