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To My (Insecure) Fanfic Writers

I don't care. I don't care that you didn't have a banger of a opening line. I don't care that the ending didn't have a morally impactful lesson. I don't care that you spent 500 out of 900 words explaining the setting. I don't care about the grammatical errors or the lack of sesquipedalian words or even the translational errors for bilingual characters. I don't care how outrageous, silly, or nonsensical the plot is. I don't care whether the fic is 250 words or 25,000 words.

What matters is that you did the damn thing - you made something a stranger like me could visualize from an idea that came from your head - and I think that's so damn beautiful. You have no idea how many people have read and think back on your work every day. It may not be many but it's wonderful to think that someone out there remembers something you made simply because it made them feel or question something.

So no matter the kudos, reblogs, likes, bookmarks, or comments, you - and what you create - matter and this fellow reader appreciates all of your blood, sweat, tears, and hard work. I hope you post that fic you've been worried about and you find love in what you do/create (because at the end of the day, even your drafts are better than any AI-generated garbage). 💚💜💚

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WRITE IT ANYWAY!!! EVEN IF YOU DONT THINK YOURE GOOD ENOUGH!!! WRITE!!! IT!!!! ANYWAY!!!!!!!

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characters who haunt the narrative are something so brutal. be it a mocking would-be comment or a ghost where they should have been, that profound essence of empty space that is ingrained into the characters mind

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I’m sitting here with 4 wips all for different fandoms and here I am starting another one

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I know I’ve made it when I get my first hate comment 😂

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please

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Hii I had a rough day so I’m soo happy to see you posted a new part to Frozen Blossoms! This fic got me from hating Bi Han to liking him sm! The power of your writing 😌👌 thanks for completing it for us

Awww I’m glad it helped 🥺 and yeah I was indifferent to him at first but then he grew on me 😭

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Frozen Blossoms Pt. 8/ Extra Chapter

Bi-Han x f! reader

Tags: Arranged marriage AU, SFW, Pre-MK1 / MK1 AU

No warnings really, just fluff.

I've had this sitting in my WIPs for so long, so I figured I should finish it and post it.

Being with child is a peculiar thing. There is an entire life growing within you, a piece of you, a piece of him, melded into one and growing. Some mix of you and him, you find it oddly poetic.

But it doesn’t seem real sometimes, not often. You are harboring a child that will be born with a burden on its head, born into a cruel world of bloodshed and survival. In a way, you almost think it is cruel to bring a life into such turmoil. Yet, at the same time, the excitement to meet your little one consumes you. You wonder whose eyes the child will have, yours? Or his? 

You are excited to hold the child, to cradle them in your arms, and study every feature they will inherit. Yet the inevitable process of your child’s arrival scares you. You’ve heard stories of women who did not survive the birthing process, or passed mere days after delivering their child… You try not to think about that. 

Your body aches and changes, grows into something you don’t feel is entirely you, then again, it isn’t. You are two beings, two entities within one. How odd. 

These thoughts oscillate back and forth in your head.

“What’re you thinking about?”

You are tugged out of your thought, and so your husband saves you in more ways than one.  

A hint of a smile graces your face, “Nothing.”

“I know you.” 

To be known is a wonderful thing, a blessing more than it is a curse, you remind yourself. 

“I worry,” You breathe out in an all too familiar way, at least it’s familiar to him.

“About you, the child, or yourself?”

‘About all of it,” You confess.  

Bi-Han's hand envelopes yours, and his lips grace your knuckles. “You have no need to fear, I’ll ensure you bring our child into this world under the safest circumstances.”

You smile faintly, and a reserved smile emerges on his face in return. You still worry despite his words, and he knows that. His voice, earnest and resonant, rumbles forward, “You will be fine.”

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Now Bi-Han does feel bad. He’s been paranoid, even if he does not want to admit it. Carrying a child of the clan, a child that’s fathered by the Lin Kuei’s Grandmaster, no less, is practically asking for a target to be placed on your back. It keeps him on edge. So he keeps you hidden as best as possible and reveals your pregnancy to only a select few. He feels bad, almost as if he’s caging you like a bird. Better caged than in danger. You must understand his intentions. 

You must. 

At the very least, he appreciated that you never complain, even though he can see the strain it puts on you. 

That tension lingers in your movements, not solely due to the physicality of carrying a child, but also the anxiety. 

That ever-irritating feeling of failure creeps in. He feels like he’s failing you as a husband; he despises the feeling. That, coupled with some sense of offense that you’d worry about the safety of your child when he is fully capable of making sure you both remain safe. But he does his best to remain neutral, for both your sakes.

Some days are heavier than others. You long to go out, not be so confined. Not that you ventured out often beforehand. 

You ache for your mother, wanting a sense of security in that way; that you will be fine, the baby will be fine. That thing won’t be too different. That your life will remain as is… Or at least that the incoming change will be positive; more joy than anything else. 

You loathe the uncertainty of it all. The months go by achingly slow. New aches and pains emerge in places you least expect. Cravings cripple your senses. You worry that you may be irksome to your husband in this state, but he deserves it. He did this to you, after all. 

Your body is growing and stretching in uncomfortable ways, you find raised lines of discolored skin emerging on your stomach and your thighs. You find them unsightly. But your husband traces each one in the dark hours of the night spent between those cotton sheets. His touch is reverent.

Your feet swell, and you nearly throw a tantrum when your favorite shoes do not fit. You kick them off in frustration. He does not take it personally when your shoe hits him. You don’t stop him from giving you a foot massage either. 

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On one day in particular, your worries have overcome your excitement, and he can see it in the slight furrow of your eyebrow. Your lips disappear into a thin line every few moments. 

“You will be fine,” He says.  

“How do you know that?”

He kneels in front of you, rough and calloused hands grasping your own. “You think I’d ever let anything happen to you.” He still feels offended that you’d even have such a pathetic worry. 

Your gaze softens briefly, “It is not that alone.”

He’s silent, urging you to continue, so you do in a dismayed huff. “It’s everything. I feel ill-placed. Like, I am not myself. I don’t recognize my body, and I just.. I worry for our child’s future. This world is brutal. And you of all people should know that. It is riddled with bloodshed and uncertainty.” You avert your eyes, instead choosing to focus on the snowfall outside the window.

And he thought he was rather pessimistic. 

Bi-Han gazes at you, takes in your inquisitive eyes, the slope of your neck, the cupid’s bow of your lips. “Life is not all torment. It’s not all pain. There is good in it.” He squeezes your hand gently. “Our child will know that. They’ll experience all of life’s goodness firsthand, especially with you as their mother.”

You look at him tentatively. The sinking feeling begins to wane the longer your eyes bore into his. He is right. However, you refuse to admit it outright. 

“And we still won’t be able to protect our child from everything.”

As much as it pains him to say it… “We are not meant to.”

“Well-” You let go of his hand, smooth out the fabric of your dress, and take a deep breath. “I wish we were.”

He lets go of your hand and instead chooses to sit by you, meanwhile, your fingers focus on the hem of your sleeve. His hand comes up to graze down the back of your hair and rests on the back of your neck, coaxing you to look at him.

“I assume most parents would wish that for their children. It does not change anything. Not the world, nor our desires for our child’s well-being. We’ll make sure our child is well equipped to survive in this world.” 

You sigh, “That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

He doesn’t apologize; he seldom does. He only presses his lips to your forehead. “Worrying will not do you or the child any good. That much I can tell you.”

But for some reason, it only irritates you further. “Thank you for enlightening me, I had no idea.”

He should find that disrespectful, but it comes off as endearing for him. Still, there’s a hint of snarkiness etched into his voice, “Of course you had no idea.”

You roll your eyes and just wave your hand as if asking him to leave, but he grasps your hand in his. “I’m serious.” He takes his other hand, gently takes hold of your chin, “Do you want anything? Something to eat? New clothes?”

You remain quiet for some time. “A bowl of jujubes?” Red dates were not exactly something you liked normally, but goodness, the cravings for them have plagued you like nothing else these past few weeks.

So he leaves to get them. By the time he returns, you’re sitting on the bed, back to your headboard, hand over your baby bump. He hands the bowl of dates to you, you resist the urge to snatch it. “Thank you,” the words spill out of your lips hesitantly. He scoffs, amused, “You’re welcome.”

He sits by you again on his side of the bed, his fingers brush against your cheeks while you chew on the red dates. “You think our child will prefer similar food?” he says and motions to your bowl. Your look softens, “Maybe… I have a feeling they’ll prefer the food I like.” He smiles, “So, they’ll be picky like you.”

You shoot him a look and swat his arm. He takes it in stride and catches your hand, intertwining your fingers and pressing his lips to the back of it. “You have better taste than I do.” 

You look at him for a while. Staring into his brown eyes for just a moment, you wonder if the child will have his eyes, and those same old worries come to mind. And he can tell. 

“I can’t promise you that everything will be perfect. But I’ll always do my best to ensure you and the child will be safe and content…” His voice is quieter now, “I love you after all. Both of you.”

The sun has long set outside, moonlight peaks through the window, and you’re tired. You’re so tired. You set the bowl down. Maybe he’s right. You know you can’t change circumstances beyond your reach. You can only manage what fate will allow. 

Your gaze returns to his, and he is earnest in his declarations, that much you know. So, if only for tonight, you can rest. You shift slowly, maneuvering so that your head rests on his chest. You close your eyes, honing in on the strong beat of his heart. His arm wraps around you, and one hand rests protectively against your baby bump. 

“I’m here,” his voice is deep and soft all at once. Warmth emanates from it.  

That is enough to comfort you in this moment. You only nod your head, his hand maneuvering to your jaw so he can tilt your face up to look at him. His lips press to your forehead, and you smile faintly. His embrace provides a comfort that nothing else does.

“I know.”

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Sorry I’ve been off here for so long. Life has not been the best lol. I have a bunch of unfinished wips for other fandoms rn, but before I post any of those I’ll post an extra chapter for frozen blossoms.

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Holy sheeet your frozen blossoms story is so darn good augehheush i love how in-character bi han is. Thank u for feeding us

Ahhh! I’m glad you liked it. Thank you for reading! 💕

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You know what's better than fluff? Dark fluff.

The kind where devotion borders on obsession, where love isn't just tender—it's consuming.

"I'd do anything for you, love," he murmurs, voice smooth, unwavering. "Anything you desire, and it's yours."

And the other doesn't hesitate, voice laced with something raw, something desperate.

"I want her to split me open—dig her fingers into my ribs and pry them apart. To hold my heart in her hands, feel the pulse of it against her palms, my blood staining her skin. I want her to pick my bones clean, crack them open, suck the marrow dry. I want to be ruined by her, consumed until there's nothing left of me but the taste of her name on what's left of my tongue."

Because love, when it’s deep enough, is a hunger—one that begs to be fed.

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Been going through the wringer, so I haven’t posted in forever, but I want to get back to writing 🫣

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⭒ㅤׂ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʀᴜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇㅤׂ ⭒

⭒⌒★ Yandere!Dune Men x Reader ★⌒⭒

゜。♡ 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊 ♡ ｡ ゜  

☾⋆ Paul Muad'Dib Atreides | پل معادب آتریدس

He dreamed of you again tonight. Something cathartic laying across the sands. Your touch haunts his skin, tracing scars and stars across his cheeks. He wonders what you see him as, something sacred or something exotic. Neither matters so long as you love him...

Paul's a volatile star, always one breath away from exploding. You're scared to touch the golden boy, lest your fingers return burned and your skull rattles with the echo of the cosmos. Still, it's hard to miss the devotion when his lips grace your knuckles. Hard to miss the cacophony of his heart as it reverberates across the desert. 

ᯓ★ Leto Atreides | لتو آتریدس

Leto kisses butterflies into your shoulder, the taste of your skin feels like nectar on his tongue. His mind is always racing vying for your affection, your attention, your adherence. He traces your name across his star maps, each letter scribbled in a melancholy blue. You grace his chambers again tonight, it feels so wrong to only see your silhouette, to not feel your love bleeding like his does. He kisses you again, something akin to devotion. He needs to feel you under him again, needs to feel the softness of your flesh under his fingers. Something in him shatters, something inside him rearranges. You make him feel so erratic. Why must he love you this way?

𓆩⚝𓆪 Duncan Idaho | دانکن آیداهو

his lips taste of chaos, he pours his passion into you. 

He feels you rattle inside his bones. Feels you coursing through his veins like unaltered spice. He's on another mission, laying in the sand and daubing your essence into constellations. He dreams of your fingers running over his muscles pushing adoration into him with a rusted kitchen knife. Your eyes never gaze at him for long. And yet each stare holds the weight of a nebula. He falls asleep to the phantom melody of your sweet voice. Dreaming of returning to you once more. 

༺🕸༻ Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen | فید روتا هارکونن

There's a blade in his hand, blood marring pale fingers again. In every droplet, he sees your face. Phantom pains rampage when he hears your name. He dreams of you holding a knife to this chest, breaking the skin, and riving through muscle. Each night your ghost plagues him. Hurting him in all the ways he craves. He dubs you ecstasy, overdosing on everything he wants to do to you. Everything he wants you to do to him. He etches your name upon his bones, dedicating each open wound to you. He's going mad over the notion of you between his sheets, limbs entwined in a bloody mess. His tongue craves the taste of your flesh, starved like the trees on Arakkis. He must have you, he will have you. 

-`𖤓´- Stillgar | ستیلگار

Stillgar's love is a desert tune, the winds rustling through the grains before the breaching of a sandworm. He falls harder and harder with each soulful gaze. He's spent his whole life chasing prophecies that he's forgotten how to wholly love something not written in blood and legend. He prays upon every star, that the maker has written your names together. That maybe some prophecy exists where you are to become his. He watches you sitting across the dunes, watching as the sunset pales compared to you. He whispers prayers beneath his breath, hoping you'll be with him soon. 

݁˖☘︎ Gurney Halleck | گارنی هالک

He stiffens under your touch, under the sonority of your voice. His battered heart rattles in your presence, the air in his lungs freezes and he momentarily forgets that he is a soldier, a protector, a tool carved to fight for the Atreides. He's not meant to love, to crush, he's meant to kill, to teach, to follow. A weapon in every sense of the word. And yet he'd throw the world at your feet for a sliver of your attention. Gurney can't help the flames that grow within him. The raging pyro each night when he catches a rogue glimpse of you through the crack of your door. He wishes to kiss you, to hold you. To make you his in every way he knows he can't. 

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Style of the Na-Baroness

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just wanted to say I love Frozen Blossoms and have reread it again and again. I read a few Bi-Han fics but yours is the best fic I read that matches Bi-Han’s personality 💯 with canon. Thanks again and take care of yourself!

Thank you so much! 💕💕 I try my best to keep his personality as close to canon as possible even though when I write I find myself getting carried away there sometimes.

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That moment when the unrelated scenes you've been writing for two weeks both somehow connect (i have no idea how this happened)

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Still working on my MK1 content, but after seeing Dune Part 2 I’m so tempted to start writing a Feyd Rautha fic too lol