#Piper Answers 💕

[hyacinthine-rewrites]

Got a question for the 7 (Plus Nico and/or Reyna if you like)

Favourite/recommended songs?

(You said the Seven, not the Eight, so Octavian wasn’t included. But if you want him to answer too I’ll put it in the reblogs! Some of these songs include swear words and such, so be aware of that!)

[imdeadinsidesiriuslydead]

Hi, could you write a reader x Jason Grace sex scene? they were at camp half-blood, being really cute, and Piper gets jealous (I love her sometimes, but I love to imagine her as a little villain), and since she's being inconvenient, they go to Jason's cabin and have sex

Jealous | Jason Grace x fem! Reader

a/n: Jason is such an underrated character that gets so much hate. Like yea he’s not Percy but like does every character suck just cause they are not Percy? Like bfr! I love both and can’t choose. Any way here’s some smut and fluff for you hun!💕

warnings: smut! Fluff! Jealous!Piper.

MINORS LEAVE BEFORE I CALL YOUR MOMS!

Everyone was singing around the campfire as you and Jason snuggled up. Ever since Jason and you made it official, Piper had been annoyingly popping up at the most inconvenient moments.

She started barging in on your couple time, causing the two of you to turn alone time into trio time.

You wouldn’t consider her a friend, not really, she was more of an acquaintance. You knew of the most messing with her mind and making her think Jason and her were an item, but you are also aware of the fact that it was an illusion and when it came down to it, she rejected him. But she couldn’t seem to let go.

Right now is one of those moments.

She appeared next to you two and just helped herself to the blanket cocooning you and Jason.

“Don’t mind me.” She said as she sat next to Jason’s side.

Jason gave you an annoyed look and mouth “sorry.” As he looked back to the fire.

You reached under the blanket and went to hold his hand.

“Jason! Could you fix the feather in my hair? I can’t quite get it to stay put.” She said.

“Sure.” And just like that, both of his hands are occupied. Piper gave you a smirk that went completely unnoticed by Jason as he concentrated on fixing the feather.

You were sick and tired of Pipers ability to get Jason to do what she wanted. Her powers whether she could tell or not, you knew she could but would love to give her the benefit of the doubt, had a clear affect on him. Cause afterwards he’s confused on why he did what she asked, he goes out of his way to avoid her because of it.

You decided to knock him out of it. And an evil little idea entered you head and you impulsively took it.

Jason was almost finished with the clasp on the feather when he felt your hand gently grab his knee. He ignored it but he couldn’t now because it was traveling up his leg slowly.

He tried to keep his breathing steady as he fixed the last little bit of the clasp. He tried to ignore the tightening of his pants as your hand stroked his leg slowly getting closer to his bulge.

“There.” He said as he turns away from Piper, ignoring the smile she sends his way.

He turns to you and gives you a stern look. You smile innocently back and turn to face the campfire.

you hand grabs his bulge hard causing him to quickly get up ands grab your hand, pulling you with him.

Piper gets up and asks where he’s going but he far to gone to listen to her.

He drags you all the way back to his cabin and slams the door shut. Everyone is far away at the campfire for anyone to see you enter his cabin.

“You’re gonna get it.” He says as he rips off your shirt and pants quickly.

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Piper followed you. She was concerned for Jason, he had left in a hurry.

She thought something was wrong. He must have had a vision, or remembered something about the prophecy.

She walked up to the Zeus cabin and knocked on the door. No answer.

She could have sworn she saw you guys walk this way.

She was curious and opened the door.

What she was not expecting was to see Jason and you on his bed fucking like cats in heat.

She stared horrified at the scene in front of her as Jason and your moans bounced off the walls.

Jason felt someone watching them and turned around. He quickly fell on top of you and tried to cover you up with his body as he pulled a blanket over his bottom half.

“Piper?!?” He asked as he scrambled to cover you up.

Piper seemed to have come to her senses and snapped out of it. She looked like a deer caught in headlight.

“Shit! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to- bye!” She said before running out of the cabin and slamming the door shut.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Jason said, losing all of his precious confidence and looking away.

“It’s not your fault. She walked in and just had to ruin things.” You said jealously. You played with your hair as Jason turned back towards you.

“I know. She barges in all the time. I’m sorry. Her charm speak whether she knows it or not affects me and then I just can’t focus clearly.” He said as he buried his head in his hands.

“Well,” you start as you push the blanket off his shoulders and trail your hands down his chest. “She’s not here now.” You say with a mischievous smile.

Jason lifts his head and smiles at you too before kissing you with so much urgency.

He picks you up flips you around, putting you on your hands and knees. He quickly rubs his cock through your warmth before thrusting in.

He goes faster, probably scared of Piper coming back, and moans as he reaches a point inside you only he can reach.

He reaches down and runs your clit, causing you to orgasm quickly. You won’t lie, being caught really turned you on.

It must have done the opposite for Jason as he was pounding into you for at least another 3 minutes before finally releasing into you. He whined as he pulled out and laid on top of you.

“I’ll talk to Piper about boundaries.” He said as he pulled you towards him.

“Ok.” You said as you leaned closer to him. “We probably have to head back, so no one in my cabin gets suspicious.” You try to get up but are pulled back down by Jason’s strong arms.

“Not now. Later.” He hums sleepily as he snuggled into you more. You laugh as your eyes begin to get heavy.

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Sorry if this is really short!

request are open.

[poppitron360]

The Lost Trio Incorrect Quotes:

RANDOM INCORRECT QUOTES GENERATOR

Jason: Yeah, a partner sounds nice, but a supreme enemy you can make out with in secret sometimes sounds a lot more hardcore.

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Piper: Ooh, somebody has a crush

Jason: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Leo I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them.

*Later that night*

Jason, very much awake: Uh oh.

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Leo: Did Jason just tell me he loved me for the first time?

Piper: Yeah, he did.

Leo: And did I just do finger guns back?

Piper: Yeah, you did.

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Piper: *finds a note* Hmm, whats this?

Leo: Hey, that's mine! *tries to grab it*

Piper: Aww, it's a love note for Jason?

Leo: No-

Piper: *opens it*

Piper:

Leo:

Piper: I can't read this.

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Leo: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you?

Jason: Well it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now.

Jason: Would you like me to tutor you?

Piper: That was smooth.

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Jason: Calypso doesn’t deserve you.

Jason: If she don't treat you right by now, you're gone.

Leo: I'm gone.

Jason: Now go chop her dick off!

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Leo: We need a diversion. I say Jason gets naked.

Piper: No.

Leo: I could get naked.

The seven: NO!!!

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Leo: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?

Piper: Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"?

Jason: Ya know... it might be.

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Jason: What if mayonnaise came in cans?

Leo: Well, that would suck because you can't microwave metal.

Piper: Good morning to everyone except these two people.

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*at the start of TLH*

Leo: Piper isn’t answering my messages.

Jason: Allow me.

Leo: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi-

Piper: *replying to message* Hello.

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Piper: Okay, can we all stop saying stupid shit for a moment, please?!

Jason: Alright.

Leo: Hey, I-

Piper: SHUT UP!

Leo: I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED MY SENTENCE!!

Jason: It was bound to be stupid.

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Jason: When I was a kid, Piper told me that the paper strip that’s in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year.

Leo: They are!

Jason: FOR REAL?

Leo: No! Why did you fall for it again?

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Piper: Well, has Leo been wrong before?

Jason: How wide are we willing to open this up?

[wary-taru]

Well,you gave me a free pass and we all know what your specialty is;

Please tell me about Master Cyclonis 🙏

The level of glee and happiness and serotonin and dopamine I received is unfathomable, I'm like a nerd finally getting to answer the question they always wanted others to ask about lol

Cyclonis is obviously a dear character to me, I don't perceive her the same way the majority of her fanbase does, I see a girl with ridiculous amounts of potential and greatness yes, but also an incredibly smart and lonely kid that was born to inherent a position of power a young age.

I believe that her lineage is of bloodline of witches that ruled cyclonia through the ages all the way back to ancient mages and the old forgotten Atmos, directly connected to the manipulation of crystal energy and sorcery, all of them were, Cyclonis in particular has an affinity for lightning or raw unrestrained energy in general.

Her sensitivity to crystal magic is incredible, we see her connect with any crystal like a breeze, a second nature

I won't lie that I'm fascinated by the possibilities of her prowess! They're endless! I also want to know what her weaknesses are, what hurts her deeply emotionally and what's her disadvantage in fights?

I have a few hunches for one, she's not a physical fighter that much is obvious and I'm guessing that living up to become a great mage is something she's always hoping to maintain that title of Master for, something that Piper challenges her on.

Transforming crystals into different types in a flash without effort she's a true Master!

Her motivations aren't exactly clear, she wants to follow the same path her grandmother seemed to want to achieve, that is Cyclonia being the sole ruler of the Atmos, she actually got to have that even if it didn't last. Makes me wonder what her new goal would be, to try again? a new goal entirely? who knows could even be to understand where it all of it started, the atmos and crystals themselves.

A villain like no other, being so young I couldn't help but empathize with her, were things a bit different, were she given a different path to follow would she take it, if she did then who would she become, I sense that the story was going to eventually destroy her or she'd end up doing it herself and it didn't sit right with me, I think she deserves better.

If we already consider her strong then have no doubt that I know she'd be even stronger when she's older I wish to see it someday.

Now onto her design and personality!

Her mannerism and way of being are a favorite of mine, I can tell that whoever animated her loved this character as well because it shows.

Everytime she appears she takes the spotlight and that's a good piece of writing in itself even with such little episode appearances.

She's efficient, she's intelligent, she's often amused by a good challenge, she's innovative, she does have a darker sense of humor that is very fitting. She's so wickedly smart but a bit of a goof whenever around the storm hawks for too long haha! love to see it, I like to believe it's because they all share similar ages!

She blends both common wordplay and old fashioned terms into her speech patterns, which I love, she's introverted but confident in her actions and that's very admirable. Her voice is a favorite detail of mine, Lenore Zann's raspy voice is always a win. 💕

She does tend to have a tendency to become irritated when things don't go her way but its a seething type of anger that she'll wait for the right moment to unleash. Cyclonis has an overall vibe of mysterious, and stalking like a black panther, whenever she means business she doesn't hold back at all.

I don't believe that she enjoys bloodshed or attempts murder via her surbordinates all willy nilly, everything has a purpose, she chose to get things done and quickly because her patience yet again runs out quickly a times, for example in the payback episode when she planned to blow up the Condor with the team inside in a quick and easy manner, they wouldn't even know, it'd be the least painful method in her eyes and even then it was because any other method hadn't worked and she prefers not to waste her own time on fighting the storm hawks directly.

I also dont believe that she'd mentally torture anyone if she's in someone's mind it's to prove a point or obtain a goal, by using suzy lu to get to the storm hawks was a quick and easy action and suzy doesn't remember the event;

Meddling into Piper's mind as we observed served for a way to have her interact with Piper without restrain or interruptions, this energy seemed a bit painful to the one affected yes, but not for Cyclonis personal dark pleasure.

She's not heartless that's my point, I dont personally like villains that are true evil per say, that enjoy hurting for the sake of it.

Her design is a mix of sharp edges and cutenness because her outfit tends to make her seem bigger than she actually is, I love it so much.

Her attire is one that's always slightly changing throughout the shows in subtle ways, it never has her outside of her usual brooding colors. which by the way her colors have the cyclonian red but that's where it ends, she then has purples and bluish greens onto her cloak that tell her apart as the leader.

Cyclonis has a straight nasal bridge that I find so charming to draw, it makes her more unique!

Her eye and hair color was something that I took interest in pretty early other members of the storm hawks for example pop out, their eyes dont match with their hair but complement it! In her case both are the same color only that when it becomes satured her hair is mostly black, we only see her true haircolor when light hits it, its another unique characteristic that I really enjoy.

her iconic feathers who could forget, they're the most obvious part of her design, the show likes to remember its audience of bird symbolism and yet never elaborated on it, I appreciate the feathers added to her design an animalistic physical trait in fashion form its so fun!

Her weapon was always the coolest thing to me as a kid, like a bunch of bird talons grabbing a crystal with focus yet again another animal trait incorporated into her design, it moves to her will, and she reconstructs it so easely isn't she cool hehe. A family heirloom it seems! since it works as a staff but its actually more of a kings specter/wand! The cleverness of this weapon always having a back up crystal on the other end is so good.

I probably have more to add but I cant think of it for now, if you have specific questions about her I'm willing to try and answer them 💜 thank you for asking this one! I'm very grateful

[foundress0fnothing]

2024 Fic Writer End of Year Roundup

Thanks for the tag, @popjunkie42! 💕

Answer and then tag three or more creators to keep the game going!

(If you're in my answers consider yourself tagged if you'd like to play!!)

1. How many words did you publish on AO3 in 2024?

57,016! It's by no means a lot, especially compared to what some are able to produce, but I'm pretty pleased with them.

2. How many fics did you complete this year?

4, all for acotar

3. How many in progress or ongoing fics did you start this year?

I have 3 published WIPs that I started this year: my Feysand secret santa for @beesays, and two Nessian-centric, modern AU WIPs. I have a partially published Azris academia WIP from 2023 hanging around as well that I haven’t given up on yet. I've started, but not yet published, a Feysandnyx first war AU that I'm planning to start publishing around my birthday (in mid-February).

4. What was your favorite thing you wrote?

I am forever in love with pied piper Feysand, whistles far and wee. I was also really pleased with how my elucien week fic, what lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, turned out!

5. What piece was your most experimental or different from your usual style?

There’s not much of it yet, but leave a kiss but in the cup is probably the most experimental for me—it’s a long fic (or it will be) and the first thing I’ve written in present tense.

6. Did any fics surprise you - either while writing or their reception?

what lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I think—I had no idea where the second chapter would go when I published the first one—it was purely vibes and thots 😌

7. Do you have a fic you wrote and loved that went under the radar? (This is your sign to reblog/repost it!)

leave a kiss but in the cup—it definitely has a modern romance novel feel and is still very much a wip, and so the fact that it didn’t get a lot of attention wasn’t a surprise.

8. Who is an artist that inspired you?

There are so many wonderful artists that I couldn’t possibly name them all, but to name a few: @witchlingsandwyverns, @laxibbeb, @velidewrites, @stickyelectrons, @janearts, @froggybogwitch, @artinelysian, and @gracieart. 💗

9. Who is an author that inspired you?

SO! MANY! How can I choose?? But I’m so grateful for the community and inspiration offered by people like @popjunkie42, @yourstarsmyscars, @violetasteracademic, @beesays, @rosanna-writer, @the-lonelybarricade, @separatist-apologist, @thesistersarcheron, @dustjacketmusings, @jsmelodies, @reverie-tales, and @shadowriel.

10. Who is a new author you discovered?

Again, so many wonderful, wonderful folks, but I want to shout out @violetasteracademic! I’ve loved getting to know her this year—she writes the Archeron sisters beautifully and is a revolutionary beta reader 😘

11. Did you do any collaborations? How did it start?

Not this year! Over the summer, I tossed around the idea of an acotar key fic with @popjunkie42, @beesays, @witch-and-her-witcher, and @climbthemountain2020, and we went so far as to create all our throuple groupings, but I don't think any actual writing happened 😅 Maybe for 2025...

12. What accomplishments are you proudest of?

Honestly, just getting some writing done at all this year. PPD was a bitch, and 9/10 I will choose to read in my downtime rather than write, and so the fact that I ended the year with words at all feels like a pretty big win to me.

13. What did you learn about writing or creating this year?

The joy of sprinting as a writing technique! I hadn’t used it before, but it was summer and I was feeling intense guilt about not having finished last year’s secret santa gift, Firm and Fragrant Still the Brambleberries, and so I tried spriting with some friends on a whim and found it to be a really useful way to trick my brain into writing.

14. Any advice you’d like to share with new or aspiring writers?

If you’re stuck, shift to writing with a pen and paper!! I work out so many writing ideas and issues and questions this way before shifting back to the computer. The physicality and slow pace of it is really important for me.

15. What are your creative goals for 2025?

I’d like to get my WIPs cleaned up. They’re all stories I’m interested in telling, even the older ones, and I look forward to having the chance to do so, even if it takes a while.

(I’m also planning to defend my dissertation in the fall so lololololol we’ll see what actually happens)

If you’re tagged in this, please consider yourself tagged for the game 💕

[pumpkinbxtch]

*slides into your requests*

Hi hello I'm here to feed my Frank love 💕

I looooove how you write him because he can be so sweet and loving and MWAH

But do you think you can write a fic where it's Reader (doesn't matter the gender to me 😊) where they have the worst time trying to flirt with him so they end up flirting with him via baked goods and stuff? Just the whole "I can't voice my love without being an idiot so here's a plate of spaghetti 🍝" 👀

food is better than pickup lines ✧⁠*⁠。

— frank zhang x fem!reader

summary: you wanted to flirt with frank, The situation is that it turns out that you are not that good at it, so you think of a different way to make him understand your feelings.

warnings: none, maybe language.

a/n: omg, you guuuys *runs and rings a bell* a frank request and it's super cute and amazin ideaaa, livin the dream frfr. thank you for your sweet words and for share me this dream of yours. i hope you like it ): — kisses from mars (tee-hee), maría 🩵

You were determined, you'd make Frank understand that you were terribly in love with him… well, something like that. Actually, you were already doing it, but it wasn't until that moment that you realized you had replaced pickup lines with baked goods. Why?

Man, flirting wasn't your thing. But the terrible part was that you didn't know you were actually so bad at it. You realized it once you had already said such embarrassing, terrible things that there was no doubt you had killed one or several seduction fairies somewhere on the planet.

— Is someone waiting for you, Frank…? — you hinted that time. He looked up from his paperwork and when you saw how his eyebrows slowly came together, you knew you had done it again.

Behind him, Piper covered her mouth and stifled a laugh. Was there anything crueler than a daughter of Aphrodite laughing at your seduction maneuvers?

— Someone waiting for me? — he asked, leaning slightly over the bar that separated them. Frank thought maybe he hadn't heard you right.

Your hands continued working on his tea, but internally you were kicking yourself. To cover it up, you let out a laugh.

— Yeah…— He looked at you closely, scanning, pondering all the possibilities of that comment. Apparently reaching a conclusion, his lips curved into a smile.

— Sometimes I don't know when you're joking.— He reached out to pat your head and ruffled your hair gently. That time, you blessed Frank's innocence and swore you'd never use phrases-to-seduce-your-crush.com again.

Gods, what about that time when Piper tried to help you by pushing you towards him? You said something about him being too tall, and in an attempt to turn it into an opportunity to say something cute, you ended up calling him Giraffrank. GI-RA-FFRANK. You wished you could steal that memory and bury it in the deepest recesses of Tartarus.

No, you simply couldn't go on with that, or you'd end up confessing to him in an even more embarrassing way (if that was possible).

In your despair, you grabbed some ingredients from the cafeteria and let your woes turn into nothing less than strawberry-filled mochis. You lifted them to appreciate their fluffiness and felt a touch on your shoulder. You almost forgotten Piper was there.

—That? — She looked at the tray and raised her eyebrows playfully. — Can I try?

— Sure, take them — you said listlessly, sliding the tray across the marble table to your friend. Piper ignored it upon noticing your bad mood and hugged you.

— Frank is really hard to catch, girl. He's so… clueless. — Your friend pressed her lips together and stroked your hair. At least you had her.

— You're not going to tell me it's my lack of skills in saying charming things?— Piper looked away, trying to avoid answering, and you shrugged.

Her consolation to you was interrupted by the doorbell. Both of you looked up. It was late.

— We're closing!— Piper shouted, approaching the counter while you stood at the back. Seeing her stop abruptly and shoot you a sparkling glance, you moved closer. As soon as you saw the purple shirt, you wanted to bury yourself in the pile of dishes you had to wash, but before you could do it, Frank smiled at the sight of you.

— Ladies...— The guy bowed. Despite his apparent diplomacy, your friend had a playful smile adorning his face. — I was passing by and saw the lights on. It's about time you were at the camp, and I remind you that you're only working here for your spring break, so I can't allow you to be out longer than permitted.

— Well, it's our good Frank playing preator — Piper joked while giving you a look. You forced a smile and nodded.

— While you're here, you're my responsibility. Camp Half-Blood would never forgive us if anything happened to you.

— Believe me, Frank, they don't care as long as we come back in one piece — Piper said disdainfully. She cleaned the nearest table and offered the Roman a seat, which he accepted with an excuse.

— Is something wrong? —The guy asked, giving you a concerned look.

Unconsciously, you had stayed behind the counter in complete silence. Piper gestured to you, but you were so afraid of messing things up that you didn't want to even speak. You just shook your head and forced another fake smile.

Piper made a gesture of annoyance without Frank noticing and signaled to you again, which you still didn't understand. She realized she had to act, or you would never get anywhere.

— In fact, she's tired of making the new cafeteria dessert, right? — You frowned, not understanding Piper's movement. This time, she pointed at the mochis, and you widened your eyes.

— Yeaaah, and I don't think you want to try them. It's the first time I've made them, and I don't want to poison you.

— Oh, come on, we know you're good at this! — Your friend insisted, making faces and signals for you to seize that opportunity.

— That's true — Frank said, giving you a radiant and confident smile.

Without much enthusiasm, you went to put a few on a plate and left them in front of him. Immediately, the guy examined them with surprise.

— Mochis?

Your cheeks burned. Stupid Chinese dessert.

Frank widened his smile and eagerly took one into his mouth. The sound of enjoyment he made churned your stomach nervously. Apparently, you did something good that day.

Frank's eyes locked onto yours with a sparkle, and he smiled at you again in that way only he knew and the same one that kept you awake at night. — Delicious!

“am I so in love with him?” you wondered, and with just that word, you regained your humor and motivation. Your mind thought that would be the best way to express your feelings to Frank. You walked to the counter where the others were and packed them in a bakery box with the cafeteria logo. When you returned, you gave it to him.

— For me? — He said, amazed, with a curious look.

— Yes, for you.

And you knew it was the best way to express it. "Show, don't tell," you thought.

Despite being happy with your approach, Piper lamented in the depths of the kitchen as she washed the dishes. She should have tried one of those desserts before speaking.

And that's how things went. Maybe for you, it was almost like a vacation, but Frank had to keep being a praetor, training, and attending to his responsibilities, which consumed most of his days, so you provided him with some food. From that day on, you never stopped cooking for him.

— Frank! — Seeing him covered in sweat with a spear in hand, you felt nervous, but you approached him anyway, handing him the dish.

—Spaghetti. I know you guys have your own magical kitchen, but...

You nervously smiled as he took it as something precious, and the corners of his lips lifted. Your breath seemed to catch as you admired how impressive his beauty was to you, the breadth of his shoulders and the strength he seemed to possess. It seemed counterproductive how someone with his appearance was actually such a kind, gentle, and adorable person.

— You don't have to bother — his velvety voice snapped you out of the trance. Still, he held the dish against his chest and smiled sweetly.—Thanks, do you mind if...? — A whistle interrupted him, and his expression seemed to harden, he was annoyed. Without wanting to interrupt his duties, you gestured for him to go, and he walked away from you because he had no other choice. At that moment, Frank hated being a praetor, but you felt relieved not to have to talk to him, taking risks.

The following days were like the ABCs of love... with dishes.

L - for Lasagna

O - for an Omelet

V - for Vegetable Soup

E - for Enchiladas

Each one adapted to lactose intolerance. Sometimes in the middle of the process, you felt your cheeks burning, the embarrassment overwhelming, almost stupid, but you really wanted to let Frank know that you cared about him, and it seemed like you did. It better be that way.

Piper entered through the back door, and after sniffing the aroma of tomato pasta, she groaned.

— Damn it, Frank! — She exclaimed as she put on an apron. —I'll help, but he gets the best part

You laughed as you cleaned the counter and headed to the microwave, where you took out a plate already served. You approached your friend and handed it to her. —Thanks, Pipes.

She accepted your thanks with a mouthful and praised your culinary skills.

— Frank... has he said anything to you? — Piper asked once she swallowed the bite, noticing that strange tone, you glanced at her sideways.

—About what? — Anxiety rushed through your thoughts, and you turned quickly. — He doesn't like the food? Have I already annoyed him? Gods, I knew I looked weird doing it.

Piper shook her head and took a sip of water.

— None of that. I'm just asking... — That strange look again. You noticed her eyes changed from amber to green.

—No — you murmured, running your hand along the edge of the counter, feeling a certain heaviness in your stomach as you noticed the direction the conversation was heading. You didn't want to hear it, so you changed your gaze to Piper for a more upbeat one. — But it's okay like this. It's better if things are at ease, maybe after all, we shouldn't be anything more than friends.

Piper wanted to smack you on the head, she couldn't believe how blind you were. Nevertheless, she knew she had to let things work out on their own. The brunette approached you and caressed your cheek tenderly.

—Go give this to Frank before I snatch it and devour it all.

You let out a chuckle, releasing the tension that had built up in your body.

— Stay away from my macaroni — you scolded, and grabbed the dish. At the door frame, Piper called out to you, you looked at her as she stood on tiptoe and raised her fist encouragingly.

— He's going to love it! — She shouted, and you left the cafeteria in search of Frank.

As you approached the camp area, your steps quickened along with your pulse. Every time you saw him, it felt like walking on a tightrope with lions waiting below to catch you with their sharp teeth. Being with Frank was an explosion of emotions that were held back from being too obvious, the only demonstration of those was the stupid pasta you held.

You scanned your eyes for the boy, while also wanting to close them and pretend you hadn't found him, then Piper could devour the food. Now that you thought about it, in that circumstance, everyone would win. But as soon as you turned towards the Field of Mars, you saw him, and before you could run away, he noticed you too.

You mocked yourself.

Your legs began to weaken, but it wasn't a problem because Frank was already heading towards you with that charming smile that melted you like honey. You remembered a pickup line that would have been very good if only you weren't so bad with words.

—Uber Eats? — He teased mockingly. This time, he was in armor and his cape. "What a damned gem," you thought.

— I think you know it — you tried to respond in the same tone, but a stutter escaped your lips. The faster you delivered it, the better.

Frank's face changed completely, clearly noticing something in your attitude that afternoon. You extended the food, and he received it, momentarily touching your hands. The sensation made you shiver, but you controlled that feeling.

— Good luck, I'll see you later.

He grabbed your shoulder before you could turn away. His brown eyes remained open, filled with motivation.

— You give me this, but you never stay.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to understand both the words and the change in attitude. Frank let go of you and cleared his throat.

— What I mean is that I always end up with something you've cooked for me — he reaffirmed his grip on the dish and looked at it carefully before returning his eyes to yours, his mind trying to choose the right words, hoping not to ruin everything.— But I never get to share it with you. If we could, it would make me happy.

His cheeks turned pink, and you wanted to rub your eyes to make sure of what you were experiencing, but as soon as you considered the possibility, a wave of insecurity washed over your chest.

— I have to... go back to the cafeteria — you took a step back, and he grabbed your arm again. Frank was tired of letting you go and promised himself he wouldn't let it happen this time.

— You can't. You have a matter to discuss with the praetor.

That sentence surprised you as much as it did him.

You stayed silent for a few seconds, and the way Frank held that determined appearance made it impossible for you not to draw a smile. Although you weren't sure if it was out of nerves or because of how funny the situation seemed, maybe both.

— Oh, really? — You challenged. If he didn't let go willingly, maybe throwing him a bad flirtatious line would make him give up, although you weren't sure why you would want to waste something like that.

— Yes. Let's go or the conversation will go cold — he said, taking your hand and ignoring your desire to ruin the moment.

He dragged you to the common dining hall. At that hour it would be occupied only by the two of you.

Frank was a son of Mars. He was good at conspiring strategies against the enemy, and for some time now, he had decided that you were the enemy in this story. Approaching halfway, leaving him out of the game, now he wouldn't allow it, and finally, he could make his next move to you.

[manygeese]

Chapter nine, featuring Piper and Leo as siblings⁉️💕‼️💅

Okay, so Leo may have ended up staying at Jason’s longer than he intended. In his defense, he had woken up in the arms of a super cute guy that he just so happened to have been crushing on. Who could blame him for getting stuck there?

Needless to say, he had not thought of the consequences. Namely, the fact that Piper would be an ungodly mix of angry and worried at/for/because of him.

But that wasn’t on his mind- romance was in the air, and Leo was weak for it. He was ninety nine percent sure he had big, silly hearts in place of his pupils.

Birds sung, as if heralding Leo and Jason’s arrival to the farm. Jason held the gate open after Leo unlocked it, bowing and letting Leo head in first. “What a gentleman,” he crooned, leaning onto the gate and running a finger over the splintered wood.

Jason snorted. “I prefer the phrase ‘knight in shining armor’, actually.”

Leo felt himself fall a little more in love.

Before last night, falling in love had been like being swept up in a rockslide: aggressive, full of struggle, and painful. He had ended up pinned between uprooted trees and entombed in gravel and mud. He had crawled out dirty, more than a little worse for wear, and thoroughly beaten.

But then, he had seen the sun. It had blond hair and blue eyes, pale skin that freckled rather than tanned, and a touch that was soft as goose down. The sun had lifted him up, given him a listening ear, and looked at him like he was the only thing that mattered in this world and the next. There were no clouds or dirt blocking it any longer; nothing stopping him from staring directly into it, but that probably wasn’t too good for him. Honestly, who cared? He had 20/20 vision. It’d last a good long while before it gave out on him. If the last thing he saw was the sun, he’d die happy.

The point was, although Jason joked about it, he really was Leo’s knight in shining armor. Said knight crossed the gate after Leo, coming up beside him, making it so easy to imagine just straightening up, leaning forward, grabbing Jason by his scarf or maybe his hair and pulling him down into a-

Leo was beginning to feel like he was in a romcom when the director suddenly yelled cut in the form of Piper McLean. She slammed the door of the farmhouse open, pulling Leo’s gaze away from Jason and towards her furious marching figure. “Where the hell were you?” She demanded, gesturing wildly, stomping her feet, looking like a mixture of a mother who caught her daughter making out with a guy and a kindergartner who got put in timeout.

“I was at Jason’s apartment,” he answered, voice wavering. Not because he was scared or anything, but because his sister had stormed up to him and began shaking him back and forth by the shoulders. “Did he not call you?”

Jason got a guilty look on his handsome face, telling them all they needed to know about that.

“Listen, I was preoccupied-” Jason started.

“I’m sure you were.” The quip sounded like it should have been sarcastic, but there was something else to it, like Piper was an all knowing deity looking into Jason’s thoughts and finding out that damn, he was right, it’s super preoccupied in here.

“Yeah. I was.”

Piper snorted, but Leo just savored the way a delicate blush sprouted onto Jason’s face. “Okay, Mr. Amnesiac, you go get to work. There’s some leftover bacon and eggs from breakfast that you can have for lunch.”

“Bye, Jason.” Leo waved shyly. He was tempted to twirl a curl around his finger, maybe bite his lip if he was feeling particularly like a lovesick schoolboy. He nearly giggled when Jason waved back with a grin.

Piper waved goodbye to him as well, but she snapped her head back to him as soon as the farmhand was out of sight. She fixed him with her harsh gaze, and Leo was just about to crack a joke to ease the tension when she started to hug him. “Never do that again.”

“Jeez, sorry, Pipes,” he wheezed, half out of laughter, half please stop hugging me so hard, my lungs can’t do their thing.

“I’m serious.” She pulled away slightly so she could look him in the eye. “We were really worried about you. Dad stayed out on the porch waiting for you until midnight. Even after I managed to get him to go inside, he insisted we leave the light on for you.”

“He never does that,” Leo breathed, more to himself than anyone else.

“Yeah. He doesn’t.” Piper let a quiet settle over them for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” Leo piped up, thinking she was expecting something. “I should have texted. Or something. I shouldn’t have ran off in the first place.”

“Yeah, you should have texted, but no. You needed space. That’s a fine thing to need. I shouldn’t have pushed you. I did the thing that guys do when you just want to rant, but they end up trying to solve all your problems. Does that make sense?”

“Oh my god, you went Bob the Builder on me.”

Piper cackled. It devolved into silent laughter, which is how he knew it was at least a six on the funny scale. Her laughter itself was an eight, and it only took a five to get Leo laughing, so he joined her. “Bob the- Bob the Builder?” She had her hands on her knees, like she had run a marathon. She was panting like it, too.

“That is literally exactly what you just described. Don’t even try to tell me otherwise,” he sputtered, taking big gulps of air as if he was a fish out of water. “You had Bob the Builder syndrome.”

“Stop, I’m gonna cry.”

“You already are, girl.”

“No, I’m not!”

“Yes, you are!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Yuh huh!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Yuh huh!”

“I think we both know what my answer to that is gonna be.”

“Does it rhyme with yuh huh, which just so happens to be the answer to the question ‘is Piper crying?’”

“You know what? You can go back to Jason’s apartment, actually.”

~*~

It was late into the night when Piper suggested they watch Oklahoma, after the last movie (The Little Mermaid) had finished. They had decided that the answer to all their problems was a movie night, as always.

“Actually, me and Jason watched that yesterday night,” he confessed, knowing it would come with a good old interrogation.

He was right, as always (Piper would never admit it. A tragedy). “Y’all watched a movie? What else did you do? Did he hold your hand?”

“Shut. Up. Piper,” he said, punctuating each word with a collision of a throw pillow against Piper’s shoulder. “He. Did. Not. Hold. My. Hand.”

“So that’s why you’re so bitter.”

He should probably smother her right about now, but Dad was asleep in the armchair, and he didn’t feel like waking him up with her muffled screams.

“You should see the look on your face. It’s a mix of John Wayne Gacy and upset toddler,” Piper supplied.

“Wasn’t John Wayne Gacy a clown murderer?”

“Emphasis on the clown part for you.”

Smothering looked more and more appealing by the second.

“Chill, man, I just wanted to hear the hot gossip!”

Leo scoffed. “Never once have I heard you utter those words before.”

“Well, when it comes to my brother’s crushes, I become inclined to know all of the ‘hot gossip’.” She did air quotes around the last two words, just to be especially annoying, but it made him laugh anyways.

“Shut up. So, me and Jason watched Oklahoma- shut up.” He had to interrupt himself when Piper made kissy faces at him. “He lent me his sweatshirt to sleep in- shut up.” That one was just a precaution.

“I didn’t say anything!”

“You were going to. And I bet it was gonna be something annoying!”

“Yeah, true. You know me so well.”

“So anyways, I took a shower- shut up, in case you were thinking of talking.”

She mimicked the action of zipping her lips. He held out his hand and she reluctantly dropped the imaginary key into his palm.

“Thank you. So we ended up sleeping together-”

“What?”

“Not like that! Ew, Piper, get your head out of the goddamn gutter! I just, I- he was going to sleep on the couch, right? And I was like, ‘no, dude, this is your bed, we can share it.’ And he accepted, which I was not expecting. And long story short-”

“Too late.”

“Ugh. Long story short, I kind of sort of woke up in his arms?”

Piper laughed disbelievingly, slapping him on the back like a frat bro. “I don’t even know what base that is, maybe like, one and a half, but congrats, man!”

“One and a half-st base does not roll off the tongue. And before you say anything inappropriate, just know I am telling you to shut up.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything!”

Leo made a face that hopefully said sure you weren’t. When she responded with an expression that said I literally wasn’t, do you not trust me or something, he laughed. “Um, one last thing: I am planning on talking to Calypso when she gets back.”

“Damn, you should be in the headlines for tomorrow’s paper. You are dropping the craziest news right now.” Piper let out a low whistle and laid back on the couch. Leo copied her.

“Yeah, it was just kind of like, wow! You’re giving me a second chance? I guess I’ll give you one, too. But I’ve been talking too long- your turn.”

Piper knitted her brows together, like she was thinking super hard. “Um, I’m a lesbian, if that’s anything.”

Leo’s eyes bugged out and he leaned forward as if proximity to the secret directly correlated to his understanding. “Woah?”

“Woah?” Piper let out a sharp “ha”. “Is that all you have to say?”

“How’d you know?”

“I just got to thinking after you told me about your little epiphany, and it made me realize that not only did I not want a guy, I wanted a girl. So, yeah. Not as eventful as yours.”

Leo hummed thoughtfully. “There are more gay people around here than I thought.”

Piper cackled and grabbed a pillow, waving it menacingly. “We’re everywhere.”

“I’m one of you! Don’t threaten me with that!”

Ignoring his cries for mercy, she whacked him across the face with it. He dramatically fainted off of the couch, hitting his head on the coffee table, and reached for the nearest quilt to asphyxiate her with.

She squawked when he chucked a weighted blanket at her, making her fall over and ending up on the floor with her brother. Leo attempted to tackle her, but that was hard when you were swamped in an abnormally large and unusually heavy swath of fabric, as well as two to four throw pillows.

“What are you hooligans doing?”

Both Leo and Piper froze in the middle of their tussling. They had woken up Dad.

“Nothing,” Leo drawled.

“Go back to sleep,” Piper added.

“Yup. You are getting very sleepy.”

“What he said.”

Mr. McLean snorted and shook his head fondly. “Sure, sure. I believe you. I’m just gonna head off to my actual bed instead of this armchair. Try not to break each other’s bones.”

Piper huffed. “Aw, man.”

“Is throttling still on the table?” Leo pleaded, clasping his hands together.

“No, it isn’t.”

Piper huffed again. “Aw, man.”

“You two should get to bed soon. It’s eleven o’clock.”

“Oh, shit, is it?” Piper said, already getting up and climbing the stairs to her room. Leo had no choice but to follow her. He wasn’t going to watch a movie by himself. It wasn’t any fun without Piper interrupting it every minute or so with some variation of funny comment plus obnoxious laughter at her own joke.

“Goodnight, Dad,” Leo sighed, feeling sleepier than he had been a moment before.

“Goodnight, Dad,” Piper echoed, following it up with a yawn.

“Goodnight, kids.” Leo could hear the soft smile on Mr. McLean’s face through his voice. “I love you.”

@katiefromcabin7 @iwannascreameurekaa @froglyberrys @justlikearat @existential-life-crisis @jasonisntboring @poppitron360 @erosjournal @ihatenotreading @reggie-the-dyke

[myriadeclipse]

stars, apple, and pond for who’s on your mind rn! 🫶💕💞

hello theo thank you! sorry it took me a bit to get to this one too everything happens so much. i answered two of those for hugo already so i’ll just do these for wanderer instead

stars — what kind of date would your f/o take you on?

he would take piper places they haven’t been to before, in a scenic sense. he’d also bring food he made to have while we’re there. our dates are very low-key and honestly kind of sparse, but they’re incredibly important to us both

apple — do you and your f/o cook together? what do you make?

very rarely, he does most of the cooking honestly, though piper’s specialty is based off of irish stew so they probably make that on their own too. but we probably at least teach our specialties to each other and try to make them, but i think he gets a little irritated when people bother him when he tries to cook lol

pond — how do you get along with your f/o’s friends?

nahida and piper get along INCREDIBLY well. while wanderer and nahida have intentional parallels, so does piper, and piper is just a nicer person openly. they write and illustrate fairy tales and let nahida read them too

piper and cyno get along pretty well too even though they aren’t the closest friends. cyno kinda converts them into a tcg fan and they have a fun moment together in the parade of providence event

sethos is the one they’re least familiar with, but considering wanderer likes him, piper likes him too

piper adoresss mini durin and he adores them too. i have this whole thing about piper catching scaramouche with their anemo vision during the end of sumeru’s archon quest, so seeing him do the same for mini durin felt extra special to them

[italmostworkedgirl]

“Then he thought: why not? Worth a try.” (Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett)

pfp- diavalkitty

Hi ciao! I’m Irina 🖤

18 ‼️

Autistic 🌈♾️

She/Her

grey-asexual and lesbian 🎀

ssso in love with @desmolbean404 💕🍒

I write and doodle sometimes.

I like a lot of Good Omens (especially Book Omens !), TV Girl, Doctor Who, NieR:Automata, Honkai Star Rail, Dungeons & Dragons, Project Sekai, and other things if you ask.

I love yapping !

I love and adore David Tennant, Michael Sheen, Joe Keery, Maya Hawke, Billie Piper, and Reece Shearsmith.

Bare minimum DNI rules, get with it. x

Ao3 Tags:

#seafoam rants- yapping

#seafoam ocs- my ocs (includes d&d character)

#seafoam thinks- my headcanons or ideas

#seafoam shitposts- shit unrelated

#seafoam writes- my fics

#seafoam doods- my doodles

#ask the sea- answering my asks

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

question that i have asked one other person and i got fun answers so here it is—

tell the bts songs that svt members remind you of

Oooh okay this sounds fun !!! Will be giving the members random nicknames for funsies. And also I will not explain my choices. These were chosen based purely on ✨vibes✨ Enjoy a small look into how my brain works 💕

Scoupsy Poopsy : No More Dream

Hannie Bo Bannie : Anpanman

Shu Shu Shua : Film Out

Sexy Psycho Jun : Black Swan

Horanghae Headass Hoshi : Permission to Dance

Too Hot Hot Damn Wonu : Pied Piper

Wooa-Goddamn Woozi : Burning Up (Fire)

Our Boyfriend DK : Spring Day

Not Himbo Himbo Mingyu : Butter

Sassy Queen The8 : I Need U

Jeju Prince Kwannie : So What

Sofia's Brother Vernon : MIC Drop

Dee-No not Die-no : Dope

[kedsandtubesocks]

Hi Erika!! Sending some asks right back at you!

🍓🍄🦷

Hope you’re having a good day 🫶🏻💕

MY LOVELY KATE omg thank you for swimming by I’m making you some sweet tea we can share ☺️☕️💖

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

It’s such a boring cliche answer but I’ve always been writing ever since I was little & then when I discovered the little stories on quizilla (I’m aging myself so much omfg) is when I officially started writing fanfic lol

But writing for the Pedro fandom found me because honestly I just wanted to connect with y’all 🥺 mando season 3 had just started and I loved seeing everyone react and create together & I just wanted to scream giggle with everyone too! So I took the plunge and posted fic and here I am getting to talk with you!! 🫶💕

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

OOO!! Okay so because I’ve gotten back into charmed I’m giving you a HC about Leo/Piper cause they’ve been my ship since I was a young gal lol!!

Leo’s 1940’s sensibilities come out when he goes to open the door for Piper at restaurants and of course he holds it open for the ladies that come in after because he’s a gentleman, but then he ends up getting stuck holding the door for EVERYONE and Piper gets exhausted and just leaves him to sit down lol

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

Oh this is so lovely! So the one personal wisdom that’s really helped me and I’ve kept it with me for so long is -

“this too shall pass”

my mom tells it too me whenever I feel down and it’s just this reassurance that even if you feel bad today, or even tomorrow, it won’t last 🩵

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Your ask just made my day and I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day too 🥹🩷💕💘

[sunnlyfe]

shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy & paste this ask to your favorite mutuals !! (no pressure ofc) mwah mwah 💕

HI BABY SO SORRY I TOOK AO LONG TO ANSWER THIS :( the playlist I decided to go with is my sullen rainy day playlist. I've been a tad bit sad today </3

curl up and die - matt maltese

dream - the pied pipers

the bug collector - haley heynderickx

i saw you in a dream - the japansese house

coffee cups and cigarettes - tomo

[jessjad]

I've read it on sunday of course, but I had to get back into it and leave some of my thoughts. 🤭

Three months ago. When they were still together.

I did not think you would do it post movie. But I'm glad to see that he went back to his true and quirky self. 🥰 To be honest, I didn't like Tish anyway. 🤭

...you were staring at his yellow shirt, which read in big, 70s-style letters: Be Gay & Proud, Get a Free Drink.

I always loved the shirts. 😂 Such a simple way of giving a character some depth.

"But, if you wanna get crazy awesome, I can put on some Zeppelin and make you something special of my own design.”

I mean... were is my Sandwich Man, when I need one? 😩 A mean, delicious sandwich can really safe the day.

"...But my know-it-all boyfriend had the nerve to say, ‘That one’s too shiny, looks kinda cheap. This is a restaurant at the Ritz-Carlton, not a hooker hangout.’ Can you believe that?”

That's a strong way of making someone unpleasant. I already can't stand him. 😒

“Figures,” you scoffed. “The one time I actually need this douchebag to answer, he ignores me!”

Yup. He needs to go.

If you were his girlfriend, he would do his best not to let you walk away angry at him, let alone this late at night, without any money or even your ID.

You know what? I always thought you could just see this genuine side of him between the lines. He just wanted to find someone who likes him for himself and wants to give it back.

“Yeah, I do,” you answered. “I’m a quick study. I could learn to eat pussy.”

This made me laugh!🤣

“Well, I don’t doubt you, but it can be an acquired taste. Though I happen to like it,” he replied, grinning mostly to himself.

And this just makes him more desirable. 😏

He earned your sweet smile back, and he watched you get into the cab. He tried not to raise his hopes up, but he really did hope he’d see you tomorrow.

Aaawwww ☺

And yet, he should’ve known it was too good to be true.

No! We didn't make it? 🥺

“Or maybe, she just played you into getting free food and a ride home,” Tish suggested, with her usual brand of cutting sarcasm.

Of course she had to say something like that! 😑 Don't be like that, c'mon! You once liked him after all.

“Amazing, serendipitous things don’t happen to me, Piper,” he said. “Not anymore.” 

Don't think that! 🥺 Oh, man... that is the moment were I would really like to hug him...

“One 12” Miracle, please,” you requested.

Tadaaaa! 😃 It took some time to sort things out, but we did not forget about our Sandwich Man 🥰

Tish just watched the scene unfold with a silent frown, like she was trying to make sense of what was happening. She always thought she’d be the first one to move on.

Someone's a sore loser. 🙄 You had your chance, Tish. Accept it. ... But 🤭 If you decide to dive deeper into the story with these two, that could be some fuel for drama and fluff and everything else. 🤣🤣🤣

He tilted your chin upwards, so he could find those lips easier in a kiss. Your fingers curled in the front of his shirt and brought him closer. His hand found your cheek as he angled deeper into the kiss.

On one side I felt like it was a little to early for a first kiss... and then I thought 'oh well, fuck it. I would kiss him too.' 🤣

I really loved this! It was such a wholesome meet-cute. 💕

The Miracle Man

Pairing: Boaz Priestly x F. Reader

Summary: The first time you met Priestly was both the worst and best night of your life. He gave you a Miracle.

AN: Here’s the prequel to Code Red! (But this can also be read as stand alone.) I hope you enjoy. And just a note, remember this was circa 2007, still the era of flip phones and iPods, despite the advent of the iPhone.

Word Count: 3,500

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only for mature talk. A kind of meet cute, insecurities, angst, breakups, hurt/comfort, sandwiches, fluff and feels.

He was a lone ranger in the Wild West. His weapon of choice?

A dirty mop.

Priestly bopped his head to the music playing from his earbuds. His iPod was tucked in his right jean pocket while he speared the mop across the floor of the sandwich shop. It was three minutes to closing time on a Saturday night, and it was his turn to clean up and lock up.

He was looking forward to getting home, taking a shower, and diving face-first into his bed. But first, he just needed to kill three minutes.

Come on, come on, come oooon, he sang in his mind as the hands on his watch ticked on. While glancing down at said watch, he remembered it had been a gift from Tish for his birthday…

Three months ago. When they were still together.

Priestly heaved a sigh. What were you supposed to do with gifts from your ex that you actually liked? The gifts that made it into your everyday life, not just because they were from the person you thought you loved, but because it was actually hella practical and a nice accessory to keep on your person?

It’s just a damn watch. Don’t make it a big deal, he reminded himself. What was he supposed to do, have a ritual burning of everything Tish had ever touched?

That would take all damn night. And he definitely drew a line at his dick.

“Hello?”

The front door of the shop opened, the little bell Trucker installed chiming with too much cheer and startling Priestly out of his thoughts.

“We’re closed,” he said. But that was before he looked up, and had to pause in his mopping.

You were standing there, holding yourself in the open doorway with the cold breeze hitting your back. You were wearing a red cocktail dress and the highest black heels he’d ever seen, with your styled hair falling around your shoulders.

You were entirely too beautiful to be in this old sandwich shop, he thought. It had Priestly swallowing, frozen in time.

“Really? The sign says 10,” you pointed out. There was a level of desperation in your eyes. “Please, you’re the only place with the lights still on and I’ve been all up and down the block.” 

Blinking out of his idiotic state, Priestly looked down at his watch again. It was exactly 9:59 p.m.

Well, damn. Got me on a technicality.

He held in a sigh.

“Okay, come on in,” he waved you over. Setting down his mop, he rounded the counter and went to man the register. He gave you a minute to peruse the menu. He noted that aside from your stunning attire, you had a cell phone in your hand that clearly couldn’t fit in that little purse hanging off your shoulder, bumping along your hip.

He couldn’t help but visually trace the curves of your hips and waist, back up to the sweetheart neckline of the dress, the deeper shade of your lipstick and up to your face.

But then he felt bad for staring, so he looked up heavenward before you caught him.

Meanwhile, your eyes drifted from the menu and dipped to his chest for a moment.

“Too bad I’m not gay,” you said.

What? Priestly frowned in confusion. But following your gaze, he realized you were staring at his yellow shirt, which read in big, 70s-style letters: Be Gay & Proud, Get a Free Drink.

His lips twitched at a grin, and he looked up at you. “D’you know what you want?”

You had a smile starting to play on your lips as well. You went back to considering your choices.

“Not sure, but I’m starving. What do you recommend?” you asked.

Priestly’s lips puckered as he considered the menu he knew by heart.

“Well, if you wanna go classic, I’d do a Spicy Italian on white bread. If you wanna be adventurous, we just added the Jalapeño Buffalo Chicken Club," he said. "But, if you wanna get crazy awesome, I can put on some Zeppelin and make you something special of my own design.”

He colored that last option with a gesture of his hand, a flourish, if you will. You tilted your head at him and smiled.

“Okay. Surprise me, Sandwich Man.”

Priestly snorted while he washed his hands again. “Sounds like the lamest superhero ever.”

“With his death-defying salami summoning powers,” you quipped, with a giggle that had him smiling as well.

“Nice alliteration,” he said. And he made a show of tying his apron back on. “Don’t worry, ma’am. Your late-night hoagie is safe with me.”

You tried to stifle another laugh while he worked his magic. From bread to meats and cheeses and toppings, Priestly was a master of his craft. He had that 12” hero wrapped and sliding across the counter towards you in record time.

“I call this the ‘Miracle,’” he winked. “You’ll see why. But that’ll be $10 even.”

You nodded and turned to the purse on your hip. You opened up the little velvety thing, but your face fell when all you found was your keys, not your credit card.

“No.” Your heart dropped into your stomach. You opened your purse wider and flipped through the satin insides, but you saw that it was empty. “You’ve gotta be shitting me. I know I had my wallet in here…”

And then it dawned on you.

“That fucking asshole,” you growled.

Priestly’s eyes widened. “Uh…”

Your head snapped up to his. “I had a different purse picked out for tonight. You know, one that actually had my wallet in it? But my know-it-all boyfriend had the nerve to say, ‘That one’s too shiny, looks kinda cheap. This is a restaurant at the Ritz-Carlton, not a hooker hangout.’ Can you believe that?”

Priestly blinked in confusion, but he realized that in your purse shuffling, you had no way to pay for this amazing sandwich he’d just concocted.

And now, you actually had the beginnings of frustrated tears in your eyes as you took in a shuddering breath.

“I’m so sorry,” you said. “I can’t—I can’t pay for this. I don’t have my wallet… Hold on, let me see if he’ll…”

You held up a finger and started dialing manically on your phone. You held it up to your ear and waited. Your tears sprang forth anew when the line just kept ringing until it sent you to voicemail. 

“Figures,” you scoffed. “The one time I actually need this douchebag to answer, he ignores me!”

You slammed the phone down on the counter and covered your face with your hand as you sniffled. Priestly softened with sympathy. You seemed to be having a harder night than he thought.

He slid the sandwich your way, making you raise your head.

“It’s okay. This one’s on the house,” he said. “Looks like you could use a pick-me-up.”

Your watery eyes met his. “Really? You don’t have to…”

“No worries,” he replied, giving you a bit of charm in his grin. “I’ll even throw in a soda. Lady’s choice.”

Your lower lip trembled, but you were able to smile. With a quiet thank you, you wiped under your eyes carefully so your mascara wouldn’t run. Then you grabbed a Coke from the machine along with your sandwich from the counter.

“Do you mind if I eat here?” you asked, gesturing at one of the tables. “I promise I won’t leave a mess. I know you’re trying to close up.”

Priestly waved a dismissive hand. “Sure. Don’t worry about it.”

He went around the counter to take up his mop and continue where he left off in the cleaning process. But he couldn’t help but eye you every now and then. Curiosity was starting to eat him alive.

Had your boyfriend just dumped you here? Had you gone off alone? Somehow, he couldn’t see the first option happening. If you were his girlfriend, he would do his best not to let you walk away angry at him, let alone this late at night, without any money or even your ID.

“Are you coming from a party or something?” he found himself asking. You looked up from your second bite of the sandwich. You’d looked to have been truly enjoying it, uttering a moan that’d caught his attention.

“No,” you chuckled humorlessly around a mouthful of bread. “I was supposed to meet his parents. His rich, very bougie, hyper-critical parents. Somehow it didn’t occur to me that he was just like them.”

Priestly paused and leaned on his mop. He was hesitant, not wanting to disturb you while you were eating, but he was too damn hooked.

“So…what happened?” he asked. You scoffed and took another massive bite of your sandwich.

“Okay, you want to hear this? Fine,” you began. “So, I’m a stress eater by nature. Let’s just start with that.”

“Who isn’t?” Priestly supplied. Pursing your lips, you raised a black olive at him in a thank you gesture.

“But when I tell you I spent three months depriving myself to fit into this dress. No carbs, cheese, chocolate, or happiness.”

He grimaced. “That’s no way to live.”

“Exactly!” you concurred. “But I did all that so my boyfriend would have nothing to say when I finally met his parents for this dinner—to celebrate him graduating from med school.”

Priestly found himself dimming inside. Not only were you spoken for, but you were with a future doctor, no less. The only title Priestly had to his name was Sandwich Man.

“It started with the purse thing when he picked me up. Then when we get there, he keeps telling me how stuffy his dad is and how judge-y and critical his mom can be and how I’m a reflection on him,” you mocked in an impression of his voice.

“Then I find myself second-guessing every word that might come out of my mouth, and I’m too nervous to even eat the $60 plate of Chilean sea bass in front of me, and not to mention, there’s a glass of wine in my hand. I don’t even like wine!”

By now, it was all Priestly could do to keep up with your verbal spitfire. You were also gesticulating wildly with your sandwich the more worked up you got.

“I mean, I’m saying things I don’t say, and suddenly I realize that I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots for this man, I don’t even recognize myself,” you confessed. Your eyes lit up with a gleam of clarity. Your hands lowered down to the table, and after a beat, you continued eating.

“But then my boyfriend of over a year turns to me and says, ‘Why are you being so weird and frigid?’” you said. You met Priestly’s eyes. “I just, I got so mad. I wanted to choke him out with my napkin, you know?”

He bit his lip to stifle a laugh.

“So instead of violence, I grabbed the glass of pinot noir, or chardon-perignon-whatever-the-fuck, and I poured it in his lap,” you concluded. “Then I walked out. And I ignored his calls. And I kept walking. Then a nice guy made me a sandwich.”

Priestly had to smile at that. He knew there was a Ritz-Carlton in the area, but that had to be almost a mile down the street. You’d walked a long way in those crazy-ass heels.

He propped his mop against a nearby table and sat down across from you. He shook his head in wonderment. And inside, your words kind of rattled him.

I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots, I don’t even recognize myself.

“You know, sometimes I really, really wish I was gay,” you said, gesturing at his shirt.

“O-Oh…really?” he asked, raising his brows.

“Yeah, I do,” you answered. “I’m a quick study. I could learn to eat pussy.”

If he had been drinking something, he would’ve spat it out. He mentally fumbled for a moment before he could articulate a response.

“Well, I don’t doubt you, but it can be an acquired taste. Though I happen to like it,” he replied, grinning mostly to himself. He didn’t even think about how it might come out though.

As soon as he realized what he was saying to a perfect stranger, his eyes widened and met yours.

"Uh, sorry," he said.

But you just chortled in amusement. Your blush intensified though, along with your smile as you took a sip of your soda.

“You’re uh…you’re pretty awesome,” he said. And he meant that.

You blinked in surprise. Your lips twitched upwards, a blush rosy in your cheeks.

“Yeah?” you asked. His smile deepened.

“Yeah,” he replied. “And for the record, I know I just met you, but…I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Your face softened with a certain shyness, but you smiled at him through your lashes.

“Well, I appreciate that…” you trailed, realizing you didn’t yet know his name.

“Priestly,” he offered, along with his hand across the table. You slipped your smaller hand in his and gave him your name.

Though you quirked a brow at him. “Priestly? That’s your first name?”

Now it was his turn to get a little embarrassed.

“Uh, no,” he said, his gaze falling from yours. He scratched the back of his head, under the blue mohawk.

“Oh. What is it, then?” you asked.

“You don’t want to know,” he chuckled wryly.

“I think I do, or I wouldn’t be asking,” you countered. Your smile was playful though. Disarming, even.

“It’s um, it’s Boaz,” he admitted. You tilted your head, as if swirling the name around in your head. But you didn’t say it was weird, or stupid, or too biblical. You just smiled.

“Boaz Priestly. Interesting,” you nodded. Then you wrapped up your garbage, having eaten all of your sandwich. You made sure to collect every crumb, even though he’d told you not to worry about the mess. You got up to take it to the trashcan near the door.

“How’re you getting home?” he asked.

You bit your lip. The anxiety in your eyes told him you’d been pondering that same question. You let out a deep breath.

“I guess I’ll have to walk back to the hotel, try to get a ride from my b…my ex-boyfriend. Gotta get used to saying that,” you said. “I promise I’ll pay you back for the sandwich.”

“Didn’t I tell you it was on me? Don’t worry about that,” said Priestly. “But I’ll tell you what, let me give you a ride.”

You shook your head. “Oh, thank you, but we just met, and I—”

Just then, Priestly realized how his offer sounded. He didn’t want to creep you out.

“Ah, or I can get you a cab,” he said. “I doubt you want to see that guy again tonight, do you?”

You bit your lip, smudging some of the scarlet red lipstick there. It distracted him for a moment, but he returned his gaze to your eyes.

You sighed. As much as you didn’t want to impose again, you let Priestly call you a cab. He paid for it in advance after you gave the cabbie your address. Before you got in the car, you turned to Priestly and touched his arm.

“Thank you,” you said. “I promise, I’ll come tomorrow and pay you back.”

He smiled. “You can try.”

He earned your sweet smile back, and he watched you get into the cab. He tried not to raise his hopes up, but he really did hope he’d see you tomorrow.

And yet, he should’ve known it was too good to be true.

“Maybe she got caught up at work or something,” Jen tried to console him the next day at closing, after you didn’t show up.

“It’s Sunday,” he pointed out grumpily. He continued to wipe down Table 4 of some nasty residue of mayo and pickled radish.

“You don’t know what kind of job she has,” Piper interjected. She was making a tuna salad sub on wheat for the last customer, which she then passed on to Tish at the register. “Maybe she’s in retail, or she’s in the restaurant business too—or hey, a lifeguard! This is a beach town after all.”

“Or maybe, she just played you into getting free food and a ride home,” Tish suggested, with her usual brand of cutting sarcasm. It just tended to cut a bit deeper these days, whenever it was leveled at Priestly.

The post-breakup thing had been tense and awkward for everyone, and it still hadn’t normalized just yet in their little sandwich-making ecosystem. Jen shot her friend a look though, one that told her she was being bitchy.

The problem was, she’d only voiced what Priestly was thinking anyway, deep down.

“Amazing, serendipitous things don’t happen to me, Piper,” he said. “Not anymore.” 

He continued cleaning.

Three weeks later, it happened on a Friday afternoon.

It was one of their busiest times of the week. Tish was at the register as usual, Jen was sorting through the inventory and bussing tables, and Priestly was making hero after hero like a fiend, alongside Piper. He was definitely living up to his name of Sandwich Man.

He was still able to recognize your voice near the register.

“One 12” Miracle, please,” you requested.

“Um…we don’t have that on the menu,” Tish replied. But Priestly looked over with a grin. He met your gaze, and found you smiling back at him.

Tish followed the exchange with suspicion.

“One Miracle, coming up!” Priestly called out.

He had the order ready within minutes, but he was painstaking about it, not an olive out of place. He wrapped it up nicely and walked it over to the register himself, placing it in front of you on the counter.

“Well, hi there,” he greeted.

A familiar blush spread across your face, just as endearing as he remembered. The only thing different about you so far was your clothes. No longer dressed to the nines, you were more casual in your jeans, ankle boots, and V-necked top.

In every other way, you were the same. It might’ve been making his heart trip up.

“Hi,” you said. “Got a minute, Miracle Man?”

Priestly ducked his head, hiding a more bashful smile. Before he could respond, Tish interrupted, “That’ll be $10.”

You nodded and handed her a $50 bill. She looked at you in confusion.

“The rest is a tip, for the hero makers,” you explained, glancing at both Priestly and Piper. He gave you an incredulous smile.

You little minx, he thought. He couldn’t say no if you were tipping Piper too.

But he did ask Jen to help fill in for him while he made his way around the counter to go to you. Tish just watched the scene unfold with a silent frown, like she was trying to make sense of what was happening. She always thought she’d be the first one to move on.

“Let’s talk outside. Little more privacy from the peanut gallery,” Priestly said to you, tossing a knowing glance over his shoulder. You spotted all the employees now watching you and Priestly closely.

You became a touch more shy as he led you out of the shop with a hand resting on the small of your back. You slipped your sandwich into a larger purse than last time. Then you looked up at him with apologetic eyes.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to come back here,” you said. “It got a bit…ugly, after that night.”

Priestly’s brows furrowed in concern. “Ugly?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you assured him. “Lots of shouting and empty threats, then half-assed apologies. But I’m done with all that.”

Priestly considered that with a nod. “Well, good. I’m glad to hear you’re doing better.”

You stared up at his face, and you thought he really seemed to mean that. You knew you shouldn’t be feeling that familiar flutter in your stomach, not three weeks after breaking up from a year-long relationship. Even so, the night you walked out of this shop, you felt free. Like you could breathe again.

You felt like you.

So now, you leaned up and kissed Priestly on the cheek.

His eyes widened a fraction as he stared down at you. You smiled and grasped his hand.

“Would you maybe want to…ask me out sometime?” you asked. A nervous giggle escaped you, making him smile.

“Y-Yeah, I would. If you’re sure you want me to,” he replied. In the past, maybe he would’ve let his excitement get the best of him. He’d be trying to jump at this chance. Experience had taught him not to hope too hard though. Sometimes, getting what you wished for backfired in your face.

You squeezed his hand, earning his attention.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked. Your smile became teasing before you used his words against him. “From what I’ve seen so far, you’re pretty awesome. But mostly pretty.”

He had to laugh at that. Pretty was not something he’d ever been called in life. Weird, freak, try-hard goth—that was all familiar territory. His tattoos and piercings tended to bring that out in people.

But he gathered some courage and squeezed your hand back.

“Well, you’re beautiful,” he said, thumbing at your chin. His eyes met yours and got lost there for a moment. “Uh, really beautiful.”

You blushed further and bit your lower lip out of habit. It drew his gaze, and he gained a little more courage. He tilted your chin upwards, so he could find those lips easier in a kiss. Your fingers curled in the front of his shirt and brought him closer. His hand found your cheek as he angled deeper into the kiss.

Despite the chill on the air, the California sun was warm and beating down on you both.

It was the perfect day for a Miracle.

AN: How I love Priestly lol. If you liked this, let me know! 💜

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[ariondevereux]

hiiii nikka!!! I saw this video on tik tok, and the first thought I have. It's reminds me of Nikolas and piper A LOT hehehehe. 🥺

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSRcAFDoD/

I hope you're doing alright!!! 💞💞💞

omg ALYA 🥹🥹 thank you sm for sending this!! it’s so accurate for nikolas and piper <33 music is one of the things that connect them and i think i mentioned it before?? but nikolas teaches piper how to play the piano and piper teaches him guitar. and they serenade each other a lot especially on their days off 🥰

thank you again for this!! it’s crazy that they cross your mind even though i barely talk about them but this made me smile 🥺 i hope you’re doing okay too!! love youuu 💞💞

[derelictheretic]

OC TAG GAME

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton @strangefae and @detectivelokis !! Ty 💕💕💕

Not quite sure whose done this since i've been. absent. so i'mma send tags out to @deputyash @bluemojave @adelaidedrubman @bl-beater @jollybone @clicheantagonist @florbelles @unholymilf @henbased @ishwaris @megraen @shellibisshe @trashcatsnark @v0idbuggy @wewillryesagain No pressure as always !!

Favourite OC

Currently I would say Lola is holding that spot, she's fun to draw and write for and I just spin her in my brain like a rotisserie chicken all day she brings me so much joy to think about. She's also my first transfem OC so she,,,,, is so special 2 me <3

My consistent faves of all time tho are my boy Damien (my half demon half vamp man), my girl Lucy (She is a unicorn shifter and I Adore she sooooo much) and ofc my creacher Dean uvu

Oldest OC

Damien!! He's from my first original story I ever made and I've had him for 7 to 8 years!! He rotates in my head forever even tho I barely talk about him 👉👈 His story has changed a few times but his design has stayed pretty consistent! He means the world to me and so does his story and one day I will bring it to life ashsjsjs

Newest OC

That would be Lola!!!! I'd been wanting another unhinged lady to play around with and felt like having a pink murder lady as well and thus Lola was born 🥺 She brings serotonin and I love playing around with her relationships with the other characters!

Meanest OC

Hmmm this is a tough one but it's probably Heather! Heather is actively mean on purpose and loves her passive aggression and tearing people down through her words. She smiles while pointing out all ur insecurities and faults and will laugh if u cry <3 bestest worstie wife ever <333

I have a few other mean OC's like Rilo (Demon lord) but he's on a much bigger scale of wanting to commit genocide against all supernatural creatures soooo he's just like evil less so just mean. Very smile in ur face while he obliterates ur very atoms kinda vibe,, hate him so <3

Softest OC

This is impossible I have too many softies,, But probably Lucy! She's a pacifist and just has the biggest heart, she's very empathetic and always wants to help people even if there is nothing she can do in a situation. She also is just very soft in nature like she has a gentle touch and soft voice and sweet eyes that will make u cry and tell her all ur problems while she holds u.

Most aloof/standoffish

I have a few of these too lol I'd say it's a tie between Michael, Silas (Eldritch horror slasher) or Pheonix (Marvel OC besties with Wade). Silas probably wins because he doesn't tolerate talking to humans in any circumstance and just seeing him tends to send people running. Silent, brooding, grumpy eldritch horror man my beloved.

Smartest OC

I have a sentient AI OC called HEXX and he has knowledge from all across the galaxy (being an AI for a spaceship he needs it lol) so I'd say that'd be him! Ask him anything and he has the answer, just don't ask him about love bc he will have his 1010th identity crisis and the ship will suffer it's 1010th failing and emergency landing :)

Dumbest (affectionate) OC

Hmmm i'm gonna say my baby boy Ky bc he's my literal himbo lmao He has zero thoughts in his pretty little head!! Only loving friends and having fun!!!! Golden retriever boy only know eat hot food and love everyone!!!!! No but he genuinely is so,, so stupid,,, the one thing he can somehow do on his own is cook, baking is off limits he will burn down the kitchen......

OC's I'd be friends with irl

I have a few I think it'd get along with so I'll narrow it down to three!

Piper; We would vibe in a makeshift tree house and play video games and I'd listen to her gush over women (Faith) for hours and she'd judge my horrid taste in men <3 She'd probably also beat me in poker and steal all my money.

Fredrick; my genderfluid god would take me to so many concerts and drag me across the country to get something they bought off of eBay and I would have a blast.

My lil tech nerd Keiden; he likes coding and games, I can kind of code and like games, it just makes sense. We'd play raft and Minecraft and make epic structures and talk about what we would do different with the game mechanics.

[raplinesmoon]

Hey, first of all can I say that you're one of the most phenomenal writers on here and I've literally been in heaven since I came across your classical literature series Undisclosed desires: An anthology. I think I've been to maybe 30 fic finding blogs trying to look for more bts au based on classic literature but couldn't find anymore. Do you have any fic recs based on this exact theme? I'm enjoying your fics and ideas so much!

OMFG STOP IM—🥺💕💜, this is so incredibly kind of you to say!! Thank you for loving the anthology, and I’m so sorry for not updating it with the second story yet! Life and graduation are kicking my butt rn, but it means so much to hear you loved Hoseok’s story! This is such a passion project of mine and I love talking literature so much!

And to answer your question, there isn’t a lot out there! I’m gonna link some recs below, most of which are general historical/fantasy recs that I think fit the vibe in terms of emulating the classic literature storylines or style! Hopefully you give these wonderful stories and authors a try, and find something new here (note: all of these are nsfw, so please heed the warnings and do not interact if you’re a minor!)

If anyone has anymore, drop them here!

✰ Matters of the Heart by @hobidreams

This fits the theme perfectly and is almost as much of a classic as the tale it’s inspired by: Jane Eyre! This Hoseok is so incredibly dashing and Rain captures the vibes of a period piece so well!

✰ The Crown by @sopewriters

There was a period of time where I was truly obsessed with the War of the Roses, so imagine my glee when I saw a Yoonkook AU with them as the dueling kings ahhh!

✰ Dynasty by @jimlingss

I’m cheating here because this is based on a very suggestive historical film called “The Treacherous”, but Jungkook and OC’s relationship was so sweet in this and the dynamics of the palace were full of intrigue!

✰ Oranges and Lemons by @fantasybangtan

HOT HOT HOT! Based on Greek mythology, you have Hoseok and a goddess of an OC alone in an orchard, and well, turns out his silver tongue is good for more than just talking...

✰ Counterfeit Culture by @ggukcangetit

AHHHH modern day Pride and Prejudice pls!! This Seokjin and OC had such fun banter, and i loved the unexpected circumstances that made them realize the way they felt about each other so much!

✰ Prima Nocta by @yoon2k

Fi is such a queen when it comes to depicting twisty relationships that are morally grey! This medieval AU was so hot, but also full of mystery because we don’t know the characters’ true feelings or motivations.

✰ Hysteria by @venusjeon

This one right here!! This absolutely and completely reads like something from a classic literature novel, from the plot to the characters to the writing style! Booking an appointment with Victorian doctor Yoongi ASAP!

✰ His Service by @venusjeon

This was an intriguing medieval AU - it deals with a relationship with a pretty big age gap, but was done so well from depicting the intense feelings to the guilt to the awkwardness of the relationship!

✰ Bewitched, Body & Soul by @kithtaehyung

Namjoon as Mr. Darcy!! I repeat, Namjoon as Mr. Darcy!! Ryen’s writing is so beautiful and captivating that you can’t help but fall so hard for this Namjoon - she captures the feeling of marital bliss perfectly!

✰ Once Upon a Bracelet by @ladyartemesia

I loved this because it read exactly like some of my favorite YA fantasy novels! The world-building was amazing, with both complex and also humourous elements, and Jungkook and OC were too cute with their bond!

✰ Kanalia by @xjoonchildx

I keep recommending medieval AUs, but this one is actually stunning. Ana pays so much attention to detail to write a story about a captivating woman and  her life (why do all the best historical fics feature a sexy Hoseok? lmk)

✰ Over Jeweled Hills by @taegularities

This was so interesting! I loved the Pied Piper and Snow White crossover, and Yoongi as the Huntsman is such a perfect fit because you know he’ll bring those brooding, angsty vibes to the fic!

✰ Moonlit Throne by @hobidreams

If you haven’t read this yet, stop, leave this post, and go read! This is one of, if not the most epic drabble series I’ve ever read! We live a whole lifetime with King Yoongi in the Joseon era with love, tears, and laughter along the way. Truly such a fine body of work I cannot recommend enough.

✰ The Taste of Longing by @thatlongspringnight

NO but why am I feeling so much in such few words?! Like I was in shock after reading this because it takes talent to tell such a complete, enriching story in a short span! Also, Prince Namjoon is IT.

✰ A Piece of the Moonlight by @jimlingss and Enouement by @littlemisskookie

I’m grouping these two Mulan retellings together because they’re both excellent but also each unique in their own way! Both of them though, have lots of heartbreak and such a moral dilemma for the characters involved!

✰ One Year, My Love by @hayjeon

Cheating again bc this is based on the k-drama 100 Days, My Prince but this Jungkook is soooo cuuuteee! Like this is an adorable love story with some great historical elements!