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Hello, a question I hope I'm not being impertinent, but I wanted to know if the update of Jeno's Spiderman fic is still up? It's a story that I really liked but I will completely understand the decision you made.

hi!! this is going to be a long answer, so strap in.

you’re not being impertinent at all. i would love for the answer to be yes i intend to continue but most likely probably not.

at the time when i was hoping on finishing with great power, in all honesty, i was using it as a form of therapy. a ton of the themes were things i was dealing with at the time—change, pressure, grief, friendship struggles. i was taking a gap year after finishing high school and was figuring out where i would go to university, hence jeno being nervous about the future. i knew i would be moving far away for school and was terrified of losing my support system, so i wrote that in too. my plans were that y/n, after losing her dad, would crash out and start partying to hide her grief. during covid, my grandparents, who had been married for almost 60 years and were huge role models to me and pillars in their community, passed away within a week of each other, which was incredibly difficult for me.

i planned on using the fic as a form of processing my own emotions, but truth be told, the passage of time allowed me to process these emotions on my own without needing to write about it. i went to college and had a much better time there than i did in high school (i also became busy with working two jobs and my schoolwork). i learned to live in a world without my nonna and abuelo (though i still miss them so so much). additionally, i sort of lost interest in kpop—i still occasionally keep up with my faves’ releases, but don’t really do it anymore. i can’t remember the last time i listened to a full nct dream album, for example.

as a result, i lost motivation to write it. i feel terrible i abandoned a good story and let a lot of people down, but i just didn’t have time.

i also think the way people give feedback on this site has changed a lot, which is definitely another contributing factor. while the lack of feedback was already a small issue at the peak of my writing, i feel like it’s gotten much worse. people either don’t comment or instead ask “part 2?” which make it a lot harder to stay motivated—or so i’ve noticed from other writers.

however, life has changed a lot for me recently, and i’m still coping with that. i graduated in may and still have no job, which has been battering my self esteem, and i suspect in a few months when my friends who are still in school start posting about going back to class i’ll feel the shift a lot more. maybe that’ll give me a push. who knows.

tl;dr: a lot has changed, and i’ve mostly grown out of with great power, so there will probably not be an update. there’s like a 25% chance that i’ll take it back up again - i still feel really bad i left people hanging.

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tales of wintersong | s.cb (m) — PREVIEW

summary: when your new husband, changbin, is ripped from you on your wedding night for a quest instead of your bedchamber, you resign to a quiet life as a traitor’s daughter. months later, he returns, only to immediately shut himself into his chambers, lashing out at anyone who dares to enter. amidst encroaching enemies, whispers at court deeming your husband mad, and prophetic nightmares of snow and fire, the king’s council tries a final plan: lock you into your husband’s chambers to discover what is wrong. you enter expecting to die and at last be reunited with your twin brother. instead, you find yourself face to face with glowing eyes similar to those in your dreams. it’s then that you realize: your husband isn’t mad—he’s cursed. maybe more than you are.

pairing: king!changbin x princess!reader

genre: high fantasy, suspense, royalty au, arranged marriage au, angst, forced proximity

word count (teaser): 1.1k

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The door to the King’s bedchamber is of solid oak and painted with a stain so dark it now appears almost black. Because of what you are about to do, the metal ring in the center feels almost twice as heavy in your hand. You turn back to Chan—Lord Bang as you know him now. His gaze is steely, and he nods once, urging you. 

“The smiths have adjusted the door so that it locks from the outside. Once it closes, my queen, you’re on your own.”

“And it has to be me?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper. Chan nods again, pursing his busted lip. A second later, he winces at the action. You take a shaky breath.

“Y-you are his closest friend, my lord.”

“And you are his wife.”

Barely, you wish to reply. He senses your doubt and appears to hold back a huff. “You know I have tried, majesty. He has turned everyone away—he has lashed out even at me. If we send you in, we may yet have a chance to learn what is wrong.”

You look down, nails digging into your palm. You know he is right, but also know the real, unspoken truth. 

You are disposable. 

If something happens to you, there is no shortage of noble young women with ambitious noble fathers across the kingdoms. This explanation makes much more sense—makes you so much angrier. And yet, you take a deep breath anyway, squaring your shoulders. 

“Of course, my lord.” Your tone is clipped. The silence hangs between you. Lord Bang nods, and trains an expectant gaze on you. He seems nervous—as if he expects you to immediately change your mind. You pause at his expression, and think back to that fateful day all those years ago.

“You look worried. As if I’ll turn back.” He says nothing, and you scoff. Your voice turns ice cold. “Leave me. Unlike you, I don’t turn away from a friend when death comes knocking.”

Chan freezes. His eyes flash with anger, confusion, sadness, and his mouth tries to move, but no sound escapes. A few moments later, he closes his mouth, looks down, and angrily squares his shoulders. He says nothing as he begins down the stairwell. The moment he is gone, your resolve crumbles. Your body slumps against the cold stone wall, heart pounding out of your chest. 

You remember the servants’ whispers: The king has gone mad. He screamed bloody murder at that poor maid. He beat that poor servant boy within an inch of his life. The lords are unsure what to do. Lord Bang was barely able to fight him off. 

Poor majesty—once she’s in there, he’ll eat her alive.

You sniffle, trying to hold back the sudden angry tears. This wasn’t fair. Granted, things hadn’t really ever been fair, but you’d always known you’d be but a gambling piece in the game of noblemen. You simply hadn’t expected to be bait for your own husband. 

Meat, maybe. But never bait. 

With a shaky breath, you turned your head towards the door once more. Inside, there was complete silence, which made it even worse. 

“If I’m to die,” You mutter to yourself, “Make it quick.”

Your hand grips the handle, freezing cold—just like everything in this awful place. Your grip is tight, as if the metal is a lifeline. It may well be in a few moments when you enter. Your mind wanders to your brother at his oldest. You wondered if this would be the day.

Kims don’t know the meaning of the word “hesitate”, he had told you before he went into that dark room. As you consider his final words to you, you square your shoulders. He wouldn’t have thought twice to go inside.

Everything will be fine. When this is said and done, we’ll take our place in the world, and step into the sun together, alright?

Together. Maybe today. 

You grip the handle tighter than you’ve ever gripped anything, and push the door open. You are met with total darkness. The door, most likely, was only squeaky on a singular hinge. In the silent, oppressive dark, however, it sounded like a shriek as you closed it. The space was silent, save for the blood roaring in your ears.

Squinting, you bristle as you wait for your eyes to adjust to the dark. The room still feels as spacious as it did on your wedding night. You think of the Changbin that had met you in this space that night—warm, gentle. 

I mean not to subdue or subject you, princess. I hope our union can be one of friendship or perhaps even more—whatever you wish to give me, I will take. 

Immediately after your mind thinks of the yelling, the sound of clanging metal as you and the council waited outside the door. What had happened? What had he seen?

Throat dry, you take a step forward. You can barely see anything. 

“Hello?” 

Silence. You chew your bottom lip, waiting for a response, a sound, anything. A moment later, you hear the sound of fabric rustling, and you can feel your heart in your throat.

“Y—Your majesty?”

Your eyes dart back and forth, but you can barely make out anything. You may as well be blind. With a chill, it finally hits you: you’ve stepped into a cage, with an unknown creature lurking in its depths. 

“Velvet. Soft, white. Pearls, the diadem. Topaz. Not ours, n-not ours.”

The wedding, you realize with a chill. Your hands are shaking. So is your voice when you hoarsely call out, “H-husband?”

A sharp inhale, and Changbin’s whispers turn louder, but no less frenzied. He sounds almost angrier. “Southern usurpers. Burgundy—foreign banners. The golden sun. Not mine, not my own.”

Your eyes brim with tears as fresh fear blooms in your chest. Finally, you can make out the direction from which the sound is coming from. Squinting again, you look at the corner, and make out something hunched over. Rocking back and forth. Your mouth falls open.

“Ch-Changbin?”

You find yourself frozen as the rocking stops, and your husband lifts his head. “Nine moons away, the bear and the sun.”

The tears in your eyes spill over, and you bite back a scream. You’ve never heard these lines spoken out loud before. Never by anyone other than the vision of Seungmin’s dead body, charred, grinning, flames and blood spewing from his lips. “No. no.”

His head turns to face you. Time stands still. When beady, glowing eyes lock with yours, your hand grasps your mouth shut—it’s all you can do to hold back a scream. He’s breathing heavily. “Twin souls torn apart, reunited as one.”

He stands. Chest heaving, you reach for the doorknob. Your eyes don’t leave his. His eyes trail you up and down, and a second later, you see recognition flood into them. You shake your head. His tone drops to a whisper.

“Wife.”

A second later, he lunges.

author's note: TA-DAAAA! i hope you liked it! part one should be up by the end of next week, and expect part two sometime in august. pls let me know if you'd like to be tagged. cheers!

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tales of wintersong | s.cb (m) — masterlist

commission for the sweetest ever @binniesdimple <3 love u rain and hope ur well!

summary: when your new husband, changbin, is ripped from you on your wedding night for a quest instead of your bedchamber, you resign to a quiet life as a traitor’s daughter. months later, he returns, only to immediately shut himself into his chambers, lashing out at anyone who dares to enter. amidst encroaching enemies, whispers at court deeming your husband mad, and prophetic nightmares of snow and fire, the king’s council tries a final plan: lock you into your husband’s chambers to discover what is wrong. you enter expecting to die and at last be reunited with your twin brother. instead, you find yourself face to face with glowing eyes similar to those in your dreams. it’s then that you realize: your husband isn’t mad—he’s cursed. maybe more than you are.

pairing: king!changbin x princess!reader

genre: high fantasy, suspense, royalty au, arranged marriage au, angst, forced proximity

warnings: in-universe misogyny, lowkey all of skz except changbin and seungmin kind of suck, descriptions of war, depictions of violence, character death, HEAVY descriptions of burns and fire-related injury, cunnilingus, slight predator/prey dynamic, final list of warnings will be listed at the beginning of each chapter.

part one: the bear and the sun

your father's plan has failed, and you find yourself whisked away from the southern kingdom of iamos to the northern kingdom of polos. while your new home is as cold as ice, your husband appears warm—until he's stolen away by his council in search of an ancient power. in his absence, your nightmares grow more vivid. when he returns, you struggle to comprehend how it all fits together.

part two: reunited as one

after finding yourself forced into changbin's chamber, you rack your brain to decipher his mumblings and keep him at bay. his whispers of fire are eerily similar to those in your nightmares. as you fit the final pieces of the puzzle fall into place, and enemies approach on the kingdoms, you hesitate to accept your fate. even if your brother and changbin have been goading you all this time.

author's note: i'm back...ish? i know i promise a lot and don't often deliver. but this is the first time in a long time i'm excited for something like this - i've poured a lot into the worldbuilding for this and hope you all enjoy it. when i finish this, i'll keep working on fright night and maybe even other stories i've left behind. enjoy <3

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A Call For Help / Commissions Open - [Please Read]

Hi friends, I’m posting in hopes that someone, anyone, will see this post. I feel so embarrassed doing this, but I didn’t know where else to start. If you’ve ever enjoyed any of my fics, be it The Strange Man of Monterrey Manor, Phenomena, Please Don’t Bite, or any others, please read this.

I’m graduating from college in two weeks. I still owe my university 2,134 dollars - money I had hoped to have mostly paid off by now with money from my tax return, which in college has usually been around 1.2k, and then I’d figure out SOME way to pay off the rest.

And then, my school didn’t send me my 1098 form. For those of you who might not know, its essentially a tuition statement, and what usually helps me get that much in terms of return. They told me they weren’t legally required to give it to me for 2024 because of my financial aid.

If I’m unable to pay off those 2134 dollars, I will not receive my diploma. I’ve maxed out my credit card and emptied out most of my checking to pay off what I can. I’m moving to a new area once I graduate, where I have very little professional connections and no job other than a transfer to a different location of my current retail job. I have chronic pain in my left ankle and the last thing I want is to work retail because I can’t receive my diploma.

If you’ve ever enjoyed a story of mine, and you’re financially able, I hope you’ll please, PLEASE consider donating to or commissioning me. I’ll write for EXO, ATEEZ, NCT (Dream, 127 & WayV) as well as for animes like Jujutsu Kaisen, Haikyuu, and the game Love and Deepspace.

500 word count: 10 dollars

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2k - 5k word count: 30 USD

Anything above 5k - Please message me!

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A Call For Help / Commissions Open - [Please Read]

Hi friends, I’m posting in hopes that someone, anyone, will see this post. I feel so embarrassed doing this, but I didn’t know where else to start. If you’ve ever enjoyed any of my fics, be it The Strange Man of Monterrey Manor, Phenomena, Please Don’t Bite, or any others, please read this.

I’m graduating from college in two weeks. I still owe my university 2,134 dollars - money I had hoped to have mostly paid off by now with money from my tax return, which in college has usually been around 1.2k, and then I’d figure out SOME way to pay off the rest.

And then, my school didn’t send me my 1098 form. For those of you who might not know, its essentially a tuition statement, and what usually helps me get that much in terms of return. They told me they weren’t legally required to give it to me for 2024 because of my financial aid.

If I’m unable to pay off those 2134 dollars, I will not receive my diploma. I’ve maxed out my credit card and emptied out most of my checking to pay off what I can. I’m moving to a new area once I graduate, where I have very little professional connections and no job other than a transfer to a different location of my current retail job. I have chronic pain in my left ankle and the last thing I want is to work retail because I can’t receive my diploma.

If you’ve ever enjoyed a story of mine, and you’re financially able, I hope you’ll please, PLEASE consider donating to or commissioning me. I’ll write for EXO, ATEEZ, NCT (Dream, 127 & WayV) as well as for animes like Jujutsu Kaisen, Haikyuu, and the game Love and Deepspace.

500 word count: 10 dollars

501 - 2k: 20 USD

2k - 5k word count: 30 USD

Anything above 5k - Please message me!

NSFW content: +3 USD

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A Call For Help / Commissions Open - [Please Read]

Hi friends, I’m posting in hopes that someone, anyone, will see this post. I feel so embarrassed doing this, but I didn’t know where else to start. If you’ve ever enjoyed any of my fics, be it The Strange Man of Monterrey Manor, Phenomena, Please Don’t Bite, or any others, please read this.

I’m graduating from college in two weeks. I still owe my university 2,134 dollars - money I had hoped to have mostly paid off by now with money from my tax return, which in college has usually been around 1.2k, and then I’d figure out SOME way to pay off the rest.

And then, my school didn’t send me my 1098 form. For those of you who might not know, its essentially a tuition statement, and what usually helps me get that much in terms of return. They told me they weren’t legally required to give it to me for 2024 because of my financial aid.

If I’m unable to pay off those 2134 dollars, I will not receive my diploma. I’ve maxed out my credit card and emptied out most of my checking to pay off what I can. I’m moving to a new area once I graduate, where I have very little professional connections and no job other than a transfer to a different location of my current retail job. I have chronic pain in my left ankle and the last thing I want is to work retail because I can’t receive my diploma.

If you’ve ever enjoyed a story of mine, and you’re financially able, I hope you’ll please, PLEASE consider donating to or commissioning me. I’ll write for EXO, ATEEZ, NCT (Dream, 127 & WayV) as well as for animes like Jujutsu Kaisen, Haikyuu, and the game Love and Deepspace.

500 word count: 10 dollars

501 - 2k: 20 USD

2k - 5k word count: 30 USD

Anything above 5k - Please message me!

NSFW content: +3 USD

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daily word counter to hold myself accountable:

FRIGHT NIGHT (PART I: BIND): 3.5K

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FRIGHT NIGHT [jeno & johnny] (m)

summary: your boyfriend has been acting weird. his new neighbor won't stop staring at you. you’ve started having dreams involving fangs and hands that aren’t your boyfriend’s. these three statements are unrelated. probably.

pairings: nerd!jeno x cheerleader!reader, vampire!johnny x human!reader

genre: horror, romance, based off of the 2011 version of fright night with a few things added in!

warnings: sexual content (minors DNI!), general violence, gore, explosions, wet dreams, misogyny, jaemin may or may not be an incel (i'm sorry king), evil aged up johnny (looks about late 30s-40s, is actually like 400 something), vampires, biting, blood, car sex, fingering, dubcon (i <3 the vampire mind control trope), breeding kink, dacryphilia, cucking kind of not really???, infidelity KIND OF NOT REALLY, blood kink, scent kink if you squint?, fear kink, cunnilingus, reader is a cheerleader but no specific body type is mentioned - though she’s described as being physically strong, connecticut

word count: unsure yet! maybe 15k? this current sneak peak below the cut is 518 words!

“Look,” Johnny grunted, eyes much less warm than they had been a second ago, “I’m sure this is all just a misunderstanding. If I can just come in I’m sure we can work—”

“No.” Jeno’s voice was harsh, but from behind him you could tell he was moments away from shitting his pants. The hand holding yours was trembling. “No, you won’t come in.”

“Okay, I won’t come in.” Johnny threw his hands up in the air, before grinning. “Y/N?”

The tension was so thick you could practically feel it in the air as you started to step out from behind Jeno. Your boyfriend quickly followed, continuing to cover his body with yours. “You don’t get to talk to my girlfriend. You need to leave. Now.”

“Very controlling boyfriend, aren’t you? I was talking to her. Y/N. Sweet thing.”

That tone. That voice. Sweet thing. You turned rigid as your body threw itself into contradiction. So many sensations seemingly antithetical to each other bashed around in your skull, your body responding in turn. Every single hair on your body stood upright, but a warmth pooled in your stomach and upper chest. Your throat felt dry, but you swallowed down the lump in your throat anyway. You felt flushed, feverish. Tears burned in your eyes.

“Y-yes?”

Jeno turned to look at you, but froze when realizing your expression. You appeared to be in shock, catatonic, even; his stomach sank as one word came to his mind. A trance.

In your mind, every single of the strange dreams you’d had flashed through your mind. The man whose face you could never see, but whose voice was now unmistakeable. The hands all over your body with unnaturally long nails. The touches and scratches that should have frightened you, but you welcomed. Burning, metallic-tasting kisses starting on your lips before trailing down, down, down. Pain, pleasure, married together in a maiming claim to your body, starting in the side of your neck before spreading throughout. 

The same question the voice had asked you at the end of every single one of them, after he had taken you apart and promised you that you’d be together soon enough.

Would you let me in if I asked, sweet thing?

“Can I come in?”

A tear streaked down your cheek as you met Jeno’s eyes, shaking his head violently. You remembered the first two times you had denied him—tried your damnedest to conjure that version of yourself. Begged to god as Jeno’s chest heaved, watching your mouth move, no sound coming out. 

But she no longer existed. Instead, stood the girl who had replied the third and final time. 

“Yes.”

Johnny’s smile peeled back, dark eyes pooling into black. Two unnaturally sharp, ivory canines glittered in the light. He paused, before his hands grabbed the frame of the door.

A moment later, he crossed, without hesitation, across Jeno’s threshold. He scoffed as Jeno’s eyes widened in terror, and against your will, your body cried out for the older man. 

“You said I won’t,” The taller man pointed out, “You never said I can’t.”

PART I: BIND - OUT OCTOBER 17TH

PART II: BREED - OUT OCTOBER 30TH

a/n: blame colin farrell and my relationship becoming long distance for my comeback. pls comment and/or reblog to be tagged when the first part is updated!

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FRIGHT NIGHT [jeno & johnny] (m)

summary: your boyfriend has been acting weird. his new neighbor won't stop staring at you. you’ve started having dreams involving fangs and hands that aren’t your boyfriend’s. these three statements are unrelated. probably.

pairings: nerd!jeno x cheerleader!reader, vampire!johnny x human!reader

genre: horror, romance, based off of the 2011 version of fright night with a few things added in!

warnings: sexual content (minors DNI!), general violence, gore, explosions, wet dreams, misogyny, jaemin may or may not be an incel (i'm sorry king), evil aged up johnny (looks about late 30s-40s, is actually like 400 something), vampires, biting, blood, car sex, fingering, dubcon (i <3 the vampire mind control trope), breeding kink, dacryphilia, cucking kind of not really???, infidelity KIND OF NOT REALLY, blood kink, scent kink if you squint?, fear kink, cunnilingus, reader is a cheerleader but no specific body type is mentioned - though she’s described as being physically strong, connecticut

word count: unsure yet! maybe 15k? this current sneak peak below the cut is 518 words!

“Look,” Johnny grunted, eyes much less warm than they had been a second ago, “I’m sure this is all just a misunderstanding. If I can just come in I’m sure we can work—”

“No.” Jeno’s voice was harsh, but from behind him you could tell he was moments away from shitting his pants. The hand holding yours was trembling. “No, you won’t come in.”

“Okay, I won’t come in.” Johnny threw his hands up in the air, before grinning. “Y/N?”

The tension was so thick you could practically feel it in the air as you started to step out from behind Jeno. Your boyfriend quickly followed, continuing to cover his body with yours. “You don’t get to talk to my girlfriend. You need to leave. Now.”

“Very controlling boyfriend, aren’t you? I was talking to her. Y/N. Sweet thing.”

That tone. That voice. Sweet thing. You turned rigid as your body threw itself into contradiction. So many sensations seemingly antithetical to each other bashed around in your skull, your body responding in turn. Every single hair on your body stood upright, but a warmth pooled in your stomach and upper chest. Your throat felt dry, but you swallowed down the lump in your throat anyway. You felt flushed, feverish. Tears burned in your eyes.

“Y-yes?”

Jeno turned to look at you, but froze when realizing your expression. You appeared to be in shock, catatonic, even; his stomach sank as one word came to his mind. A trance.

In your mind, every single of the strange dreams you’d had flashed through your mind. The man whose face you could never see, but whose voice was now unmistakeable. The hands all over your body with unnaturally long nails. The touches and scratches that should have frightened you, but you welcomed. Burning, metallic-tasting kisses starting on your lips before trailing down, down, down. Pain, pleasure, married together in a maiming claim to your body, starting in the side of your neck before spreading throughout. 

The same question the voice had asked you at the end of every single one of them, after he had taken you apart and promised you that you’d be together soon enough.

Would you let me in if I asked, sweet thing?

“Can I come in?”

A tear streaked down your cheek as you met Jeno’s eyes, shaking his head violently. You remembered the first two times you had denied him—tried your damnedest to conjure that version of yourself. Begged to god as Jeno’s chest heaved, watching your mouth move, no sound coming out. 

But she no longer existed. Instead, stood the girl who had replied the third and final time. 

“Yes.”

Johnny’s smile peeled back, dark eyes pooling into black. Two unnaturally sharp, ivory canines glittered in the light. He paused, before his hands grabbed the frame of the door.

A moment later, he crossed, without hesitation, across Jeno’s threshold. He scoffed as Jeno’s eyes widened in terror, and against your will, your body cried out for the older man. 

“You said I won’t,” The taller man pointed out, “You never said I can’t.”

PART I: BIND - OUT OCTOBER 17TH

PART II: BREED - OUT OCTOBER 30TH

a/n: blame colin farrell and my relationship becoming long distance for my comeback. pls comment and/or reblog to be tagged when the first part is updated!

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might fuck around and come back just to post a two parter i outlined in a haze after watching a mediocre horror movie

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temporarily returning from the dead to remove any and all mention of the evil man from my blog. if u support him in any way kindly gtfo <3

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now that the pedro pascal train has taken off is it a good time to mention that he’s the one i picture as sebastian in king and lionheart?

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thinking of changing my url....................

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................and if i were actually considering writing this

fic title: well kept secret <3

well kept secret (park seonghwa x reader / kang yeosang x reader)

— drama, suspense, royalty!au, dragon!seonghwa, prince!yeosang

four years ago, prince yeosang of nightstone thought he had lost you. you'd been promised to him from birth, and the night before your wedding, you vanished. whispers say you, the princess of valoria, were taken by a wicked, greedy dragon who had stolen you away to the tyopian mountains.

four years ago, yeosang promised himself he would find you and bring you home, to finally make you his and merge your kingdoms. and when he does, never again will he let the love of his life out of his sight ever again.

or at least, that's how yeosang tells it.

truthfully? you didn't want to be wedded to such a cruel, possessive prince, who you knew only saw you as a trophy and a bearer of sons. you ran away the night before your wedding, with only the clothes off of your back into the valorian wilderness. it's there that you meet seonghwa, a gentle, soft-spoken man with the ability to transform himself into a fierce dragon. someone who saw you for who you were instead of the crown atop your head or the status you could give them.

together, the two of you run away to the tyopian mountains, and slowly but surely build a home together. but four years later, when the trees whisper of a prince with gold hair, soulless eyes, and a black sword with armor to match approaching, you and seonghwa must find strength in each other to preserve the secret life and love you have built together.

song recs; fiona apple - on the bound // grimes - new gods // red velvet - kingdom come

send me a fic name and i'll write you a fake fic summary

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fic title: well kept secret <3

well kept secret (park seonghwa x reader / kang yeosang x reader)

— drama, suspense, royalty!au, dragon!seonghwa, prince!yeosang

four years ago, prince yeosang of nightstone thought he had lost you. you'd been promised to him from birth, and the night before your wedding, you vanished. whispers say you, the princess of valoria, were taken by a wicked, greedy dragon who had stolen you away to the tyopian mountains.

four years ago, yeosang promised himself he would find you and bring you home, to finally make you his and merge your kingdoms. and when he does, never again will he let the love of his life out of his sight ever again.

or at least, that's how yeosang tells it.

truthfully? you didn't want to be wedded to such a cruel, possessive prince, who you knew only saw you as a trophy and a bearer of sons. you ran away the night before your wedding, with only the clothes off of your back into the valorian wilderness. it's there that you meet seonghwa, a gentle, soft-spoken man with the ability to transform himself into a fierce dragon. someone who saw you for who you were instead of the crown atop your head or the status you could give them.

together, the two of you run away to the tyopian mountains, and slowly but surely build a home together. but four years later, when the trees whisper of a prince with gold hair, soulless eyes, and a black sword with armor to match approaching, you and seonghwa must find strength in each other to preserve the secret life and love you have built together.

song recs; fiona apple - on the bound // grimes - new gods // red velvet - kingdom come

send me a fic name and i'll write you a fake fic summary