Im Actually So Sad That This Is Now Discontinued... It Had A Good Plot. Along With The Other Works Of

the great war

❝Because the greatest war Seungcheol had ever waged was against your heart.❞

historical! au | enemies to lovers! au | smut, fluff | 41k words

s u m m a r y : there was only one thing you hated more than your restricted life, and that was choi seungcheol—the greatest venetian general who has ever lived. when a marriage is arranged between the two of you, you were sure it would end in bloodshed. however, as you and seungcheol are forced to attend balls and share a few hard truths, you realise you have more in common with the mysterious general than you thought.

c o n t e n t : military commander! seungcheol, noblewoman! artist! mc, artist! minghao, artist! soonyoung who are both annoying (affectionate), cheol and mc absolutely hate each other because i need to see proper e2l, cheol has a scar on his lip (yes this needs a separate warning), this is set in renaissance venice so there will be many artist references, the doge = basically ruler of venice, themes of sexism, constant arguing between mc and cheol, there is fluff, also angst mature warnings -> tons of sexual tension, making out fuelled by hatred, cheol calls you carrissima (which personally i find very hot) fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (only because medieval contraception is horrendous), petnames cheol says some vile things during the deed, slight corruption kink

p l a y l i s t : dangerous woman by ariana grande || war of the hearts by sade || love is stronger than pride by sade || i don’t understand but i luv u by seventeen

t a g l i s t : at the bottom of the fic!

a u t h o r ’ s  n o t e : hi hello thank you everyone for waiting for this monster fic!! thank you alice and addy for being the reason i finished this fic, thank you chia for creating a beautiful picture of general! cheol, and greatest thanks to choi seungcheol the man you are </3 i hope you all enjoy this fic as much as i enjoyed writing it <33

WHEN THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC DEFEATED THE OTTOMANS ONCE AND FOR ALL, EVERY CITIZEN—BE IT PEASANT OR THE RICHEST ARISTOCRAT—KNEW WHO WAS BEHIND THAT VICTORY.

His name sparked life into the deathly, cramped streets. Whispers and cheers carried along the murky lakes, the rushed streams underneath the city, lapping up to the cobblestoned shore—entering the ears of marketeers, patricians, nuns, prostitutes, everyone. Wherever one went, the commander’s name rang like the dozen church bells, scattered throughout the lake-locked lands.

The buzz in the air was more frantic this afternoon, though, because the victors’ party was finally returning to the state.

Finally returning home.

You, despite your family’s excitement, despite your connections to the man behind the success of it all, could not have cared less.

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[midnight thoughts: sunghoon + heart eyes]

pairing: park sunghoon x gn!reader genre/warnings: fluff ! very cute very suitable 4 all audiences ! / not proofread, povs might be a bit confusing?? it's written in 2nd person/3rd person omniscient but also in hoon's pov kinda?? idk ,, i hope that's able to be understood lolol <///3, also LOVESICK HOON <////3 wc: 0.8k (i could've written more but i liked where this ended) a/n: this goes out to all my hoon stans (ESP my hoon biased moots bc ik there's a lot of u MWAH ILY PLS ENJOY this is my apology for never interacting) / i feel like this is a bit different from my normal writing style so i hope this little ramble-y mess suffices !! <3

park sunghoon is sharp; the slope of his nose is precise and pointed, his skin is even and supple while still resembling a cool block of ice, and the fiery soul of a phoenix reborn from its ashes is hidden away behind his frigid gaze. but, when he's with you—an uncharacteristic spell of heat courses through his veins; the blood under his cheeks seems to boil as they turn an embarrassing shade of vermillion, and the mystic bird is freed as you unlock the cage he has built around his heart. the way you hold him in your hands is gentle, the way you touch him is kind, and the way you kiss him makes him weak.

when he's with you, park sunghoon allows himself the chance to be soft. he melts like the chocolate sandwiched between two cozy graham crackers; his brain turns to mush, his thoughts are blurred at the edges, and his bones feel a bit too much like jello. sunghoon doesn't bother to uphold his "cool guy" reputation when you're around because he knows you prefer the real him—the one that stumbles over his words after seeing you in his clothes, the one that can't make it through watching the titanic without bawling, the one who still tries to cook for you despite almost cutting his thumb off with a mandoline slicer.

a fool, but yours nonetheless.

however, in spite of all this pure adoration sunghoon harbors for you, he still can't manage to will those eight, little letters from his plush lips. they feel too small as they sit and marinate in his mouth; he turns them over with his tongue, running the muscle along each syllable and tasting the overly saccharine residue they leave behind. they're not enough, he thinks, they never will be.

so, until he finds the right words, sunghoon settles for quiet moments like these. a wall of storms is rolling in from the coast; through the open window in the dorm's living room, the refreshing scent of impending rain spreads throughout the space. soft bouts of rumbling thunder become white noise that is almost enough to lull him to sleep, and the weight of your head in his lap evokes a certain peace that settles over every inch of his body. as sunghoon runs his fingers through your hair, he giggles to himself each time you snore on the inhale. there's a patch of drool seeping into the fabric of his joggers, but he can't bring himself to care; to sunghoon, you are perfect—in every sense of the word.

in the darkness, sunghoon's phone illuminates your napping figure; squinting, he sees that the boys have messaged the group chat, but truthfully, sunghoon is far more concerned that the vibrations might startle you out of your slumber. glancing down at you once more, he picks up the device to take a quick look at the messages.

[jake] twenty dollars that hoon's ogling y/n when we get back

[heeseung] do u even have to bet?

[jay] yeah i feel like it's kind of a given at this point

[sunoo] i just hope they're not on the couch .. i'm trying to cast the barbie movie to the tv ://

[jungwon] good luck......where Else would they be??

[niki] as long as they're not sucking face idc.....

[me] ok gross ... we r not Sucking Face u Child y/n's asleep on the couch, so don't be too loud when u get back

[jake] BOOOOO GET A ROOM !!!!!

[sunoo] UGHHH why can't u guys be a cute couple somewhere ELSE??

[heeseung] hoon's too in love ... Obviously

[me] stay jealous losers &lt;3

with a small flick of his thumb, sunghoon switches his phone to do not disturb and places it face down on the arm of the sofa. as he gazes down at you, his eyes are filled with an immeasurable amount of appreciation and fondness and gratitude. he finds solace in the sight of the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest; your deep breaths are a melodious sonata accompanied only by the sound of rain pattering against the living room window. sunghoon feels his heart pounding in his chest, and he thinks it's a bit silly just how much of an effect you manage to have on him. he sits with his thoughts, staring at the wall before him; sunghoon ponders heeseung's text, and comes to the conclusion that the elder boy is right.

sunghoon is in love—with you, to be specific.

however, he decides that he's the perfect amount of in love with you.

slowly, the calloused pads of sunghoon's fingers graze over the planes of your face, traveling down to the exposed skin of your shoulder. gently, he traces countless, miscellaneous shapes into your flesh, hoping you can feel each and every one of the triangles and diamonds and hearts in your dreams. tenderly, he tugs the blanket that had slipped down to the taper of your waist back up to your clasped hands. quietly, sunghoon prays to the gods and asks for the courage to voice his emotions, despite knowing that there is no rush—there never is. not with you.

and after a moment, softly, sunghoon tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear and murmurs, "i love you. more than you'll ever know, i love you."

Teaser | Across the Continent

‘Online love doesn’t exist.’

That’s what you said to your friends when they have their internet lovers. Of course, the bitter you said that because at that time you met a guy from an app similar to tinder but eventually when the two of you met irl, the jeje, conyo guy rejected you in front of the whole school. That really humiliated you. He wasn’t worthy of you tbh, he did NOT deserve you. You really don’t get why some people would already catch feelings for someone they literally just met online.

The concept didn’t make sense to you at all. So you decided to not fall some random guy online.

But..

“Haaah..putangina..”

@jay_parkkk

can’t wait to see soon, babe! <3

You curse under your breath, feeling itchy as your scratch your head in distress. You stood up from your office chair and walking out of your room, leaving your suppose lover on read.

You said that online love doesn’t exist right? Scratch that, you actually found yourself a boy from a decent dating app. It is a shock that you and Jay will be celebrate your two years anniversary, together, at the Philippines.

Umm, did I hear that right? Philippines?

Yes, Philippines. Apparently your boyfriend already booked a flight ticket from America— from another continent— to Philippines and apparently will be arriving two days from now. And now you’re panicking about his arrival.

It would’ve been okay if you’re still in your apartment, you can let him stay a while for there together but you’re in your province right now. Where all your relatives live under the same roof, same neighborhood and the same street.

“Boyfriend na foreigner!?” Will be their reactions for sure. Although all of them already knew you have a boyfriend, you only told your parents and siblings about where he’s from and where you two met.

They were amused, who knew the bitter girl would contradicts herself and finds a american-korean guy in some online dating app.

It would be an absolute disaster if Jay meets your whole family tree.

Your, quote and quote, family tree.

“Maaaaa, anong gagawin ko!” You shriek in panic, biting your nails as you walk back and forth through the kitchen isle. “Hay nako. Mamaya papagalitan nanaman ako ni lola tsaka sasabihin na—wag kang basta bastang magtitiwala ng mga taong nakilala mo sa internet!” You said, imitating your grandma’s voice with two of your hands place in you hips.

Your mother laughs and proceeds to continue cooking bihon for today’s dinner. “Y/N, malaki kana. Nagsisisi kaba sa mga desisyon mo?” She glances at you and lightly shakes her head. Taking a break from cooking, she grabs a container of fresh mangoes and hands it to you. “Ito oh. Ibigay mo ‘to sa lola mo. Galing pa ‘yan sa kuya mo sa Zambales. Tapos sasabihin mo din kay lola mo na dadating boyfriend mo dito.” She pats you shoulders, pushing you out of the kitchen and gave a smile.

“Ma! Di mo gets talaga, kukurutin ako ‘non! Gusto mo bang mamatay bunso mo—” Your proclaims were interrupted by your niece’s loud voice.

“Hala, tita! May tumatawag sayo!” Your niece shouts from the living room.

“Sino daw sila?”

“Ano daw..Johnson? Ah! Jongsung?” Upon hearing the incorrect name, you immediately run straight to the leaving room snatching the phone from your niece without even realizing you had press the answer button.

“Hi babe.”

“B-babe!?” You niece exclaimed rather loudly from the sudden nickname.

“Anong babe?” Your grandma walks out of the room, sending a suspicious glance to the two of you.

“Hello po la!” You cheerfully said, trying so hard to hide your panic as you attempt to end the call with Jay which terribly failed. Your phone slipped from your hands which led to your niece catching it.

“Babe? Is everything okay?” Jay questions, worried that something happened.

“Wow, ang sosyal ng english ha. Taray naman.” Your niece loudly exclaims upon hearing your lover’s voice. “Tita, gwapo naman ng boses! Parang pogi typings ang dating.”

“Bunso, sinabi mo naba sa lola mo tungkol kay Jongseong?” Your mother added as she walks out from the kitchen drying her hands with a towel.

“English? Sino ‘yan? Sino si Jongseong?”

“Umm h-hahaha ano ba pinagsasabi mo ma.”

“Tama! Jongseong!” Your niece excitedly glee. “Hello po, sino ho— ay i mean who are you?!”

“Hoy!” You panicked.

“I—”

“Jay nO—!”

“I’m Y/N’s boyfriend from america— well I’m actually from korea but I was born in america!”

A pregnant silence followed. You literally want to dig a hole and bury yourself from shame. The entrance door let’s out a squeaky noise as your eyes traveled to it, there you see your other relatives such as you aunties and uncles huddling from outside with eyes and mouth wide open.

“k-korea!?!?!”

Masterlist

@ginga-minga-yo

ha...

NCT's Jisung or EN-'s Sunghoon either the two. They have a check mark on all of the qualifications.

which idol is legit ur ideal type

This one was very accurate

what’s your en-core??

take this quiz, im curious to see what you guys get! repost this on your account and let me know :)

i’ll tag( no pressure) @wonscafe @tlnyjoong @moonhoures @goldenhypen @cursedsunoo @baraqi @nishisaki @kooksbliss

I'm bisexual, or at at least only attract to both genders If they're feminine. I haven't told anyone nor will I ever unless I actually sleep with the same sex idk

I fear this is my type

Enha with a pillow princess or a strictly sub gf?

⭒ pillow princess, sub reader (fem), suggestive content under cut mdni

⭒ c's note: foaming at the mouth. reblogs are appreciated!

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @fertilizedtoesw @kwiwin @enhabooks

being heeseung's pillow princess is a rollercoaster of emotions. he can be mean and a menace, i'm pretty sure he likes seeing you cry, dacryphilia if you will. this man will do anything in his hands to have you shaking and screaming underneath him. how could he avoid it? you're just so much smaller than him. he can wreck you any time. but then he does a 180 turn, and he's over here all over you, kissing you and hugging you.

now, being jay's pillow princess is literally having the whole world at your feet. i would kill to be his pillow princess but that's besides the point. this man is head over heels for you. your, eyes, your smile, your body. he'd take such good care of you and would reassure you all the time he's making you his. jay never fails to remind you how extraordinary you are, and that you're his.

jake in my opinion loves giving head, so your core would be the one getting all the attention. he's pussy drunk in the literal sense that he must have a taste of your pussy at least once a day. he loves to see you arch your back when his nose hits your clit as he's tongue fucking you. quite literally the best thing that has ever happened in his damn life.

i feel like sunghoon is a very messy and rough dom, so being his pillow princess means he'll quite literally treat you like a sex doll. he'll spit, slap, dirty talk, all that stuff. he loves being in full control, and he has a size kink!! seeing how his hands can take in almost all of your waist has him going absolutely feral. good luck.