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Masterlist of SVSSS Fic Recs

Updated Sept 2024. Mix of all ratings and themes. All Lou Binghe/Shen Yuan. A couple WIP but mostly completed works. This fandom truly is a treasure trove of great fic.

right from the start, I gave you my heart by nex_et_nox

"Bro, you know how many words I wrote per day, and how many plants I created!” Shang Qinghua whines. "I can't remember them all, it's impossible."

Shen Qingqiu narrows his eyes. "It was used with Wife #418.”

"That doesn't narrow it down any further. I'm not going to be able to guess it, so stop punishing me and just tell me how the flower nerfed you."

Shen Qingqiu grits his teeth. Obviously he wants to draw this out to punish Shang Qinghua, but it kinda looks more like he's punishing himself. There's a muscle flexing in his jaw, and if he puts any more pressure on his fan's guard, it's going to snap. Uh, actually, Shen Qingqiu kind of looks like he's in pain—

“A false dragonhead is also called an obedient plant. It’s in the name—the flower forces you to do whatever you're told," Shen Qingqiu spits out.

or: Shen Qingqiu runs afoul of one of Airplane's stupid wife-plot devices...just before a mission to Jinlan City.

stuffed with fluff (and blood and bones and rage) by nyoomerr

Ever since he was pushed into the Abyss, Luo Binghe has been dreaming of a strange world. In it, Luo Binghe's own face is everywhere, and his story is written out in humiliating detail for some stupid twink to read about. Luo Binghe hates the story, and he hates the dream realm, and he hates the godling within it - Shen Yuan - most of all.

Unfortunately, Luo Binghe can't do anything about it - within these dreams, Luo Binghe is stuck within the body of a doll.

second-hand alibis by nex_et_nox

“All right. I’m in Proud Immortal Demon Way," he says, once he's had a chance to compose himself again. He sits back up, tossing his stupidly long hair back over his shoulders where it belongs; he is totally calm and ready to grill the System for more information.  "Who am I supposed to be?"

Please please please don't let it be someone who Bingge violently murders.

Though given the fact that he's a man in PIDW, his chances are already skewed, and not in his favor. Ugh.

[Bound Role: Shen Yuan, Rogue Cultivator. Weapon: the sword Heng Li. Starting B-points: 100.]

or: Shen Yuan transmigrates as a rogue cultivator, one completely unconnected to any canon characters or events. Right, System? Right?

Type Casting by pallas_rose

Shang Qinghua’s fertilizer has unexpected effects on the mushroom body. In addition to... that, Shen Qingqiu doesn’t remember his death. Or anything at all after planting the Sun Moon Dew Mushroom seed in the dirt.

But he doesn’t need to, right? Shen Qingqiu knows PIDW and Luo Bing-ge like the back of his hand. He’ll be fine. He just has to avoid getting noticed—you know what happens to beautiful women in PIDW!

…though would life in the harem be so bad?

says the shadow by tciddaemina

Luo Binghe wakes up to the heavy, suffocating feeling that something is wrong.

His back aches, sleeping on the floor of the woodshed has left him stiff and sore, and yet all the pain and agony of his latest caning fades into inconsequentiality, washed away in the face of the sheer, suffocating, heavy dread pressing down on his shoulders. It steals the oxygen from the air, swelling to fill every inch of the room, the pressure crushing.

His eyes open too quickly, and he scrambles up, heart pounding in his throat, head snapping towards the door of the shed. There's a knot in his throat, thick, and he struggles to swallow around it, throat suddenly dry.

The woodshed looks as it always has. Nothing has changed.

Everything has changed.

-

Luo Binghe's shizun has a qi deviation and the thing left afterwards isn't Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Yuan's School for Unrepentant Assholes by TGP

Shen Yuan has been dealt a rough hand at the beginning of his life. Then he gets sort of adopted by Shen Qingqiu, who desperately needs someone to help smooth out his interpersonal relationships. Thankfully, Shen Yuan is awesome at understanding people and what they want!

Shen Qingqiu can't decide if he regrets claiming this chaos gremlin as his own or not, but now that Shen Yuan is here, he's never letting him go. He'll have to be pried out of Shen Qingqiu's cold, dead fingers first.

Meanwhile, Luo Binghe is just caught up in the wake of both of them and trying not to be dragged under.

(Or, a drama of errors with comedic moments, exploring the growing relationship between an unforgiving misanthrope with serious issues and a traumatized kid that just wants to teach him what family means (and maybe learn it, himself))

dreaming you the same sun in a different place by JRaylin441

[Activating: Bonus Chapter – In Another Life]

[We notice that you are searching for someone. Would you like to accept the bonus chapter mission In Another Life in order to reunite with User: Shen Yuan, Bound Role: Shen Qingqiu?]

Shen Qingqiu disappears. Luo Binghe isn't going to let that stand.

Written for a Gotcha for Gaza prompt "Luo Binghe sucking Shen Yuan's dick (any dynamic)" from an anonymous prompter

Lotus Seeds by Anonymous

Upon transmigrating into the body of a xianxia antagonist destined to die after being gruesomely tortured, Shen Yuan decides he won't give in to the demands of the System to meekly accept his fate. Instead, he runs away. (WIP)

High Mountain, How I Long by Minimalistless

Shen Qingqiu, after enduring his trial, is placed into Luo Binghe’s custody at Huan Hua Palace.

Tarnished Gold by Prim_the_Amazing

Becoming emperor of the cultivation world will start with a first step as small and basic as becoming Head Disciple of Huan Hua Palace. For that, he must steal the position away from the current Head Disciple. Luo Binghe will sabotage, upstage, and completely and utterly best him.

The road to destroying everything and everyone who has ever wronged him, to becoming the highest ruler so that no one will ever have the right to control him ever again - it will start as simply as ruining Gongyi Xiao’s life.

Compared to everything else he’s already done, this should be easy.

-

Luo Binghe brings all his skills of cunning and brutality to bear on Gongyi Xiao, Head Disciple of Huan Hua Palace Sect. It… doesn’t go too well for him.

prophets on hold by nex_et_nox

Luo Binghe led the charge in the trial against Shen Qingqiu in < Proud Immortal Demon Way >. By all rights, the concept of a trial shouldn’t even be a glimmer in anyone’s eye until Shen Qingqiu’s blackened lotus has crawled his way out of the hell Shen Qingqiu tossed him in.

So why is Shen Qingqiu wrapped in immortal binding cables and locked away in the Huan Hua Water Prison?! 

[or: Luo Binghe is precisely one (1) year late getting out of the Abyss. This does not put a halt on anyone else's plans.]

Starstruck by Camorra

His phone buzzes again and Shen Yuan scoops it up irritably. It’s another message from DemonHeart.

DemonHeart: you seem to be a Luo Binghe fan

DemonHeart: we can get you access to him

Shen Yuan scowls.

PeerlessCucumber: do I look like I was born yesterday?

The response is instantaneous. A picture pops up on screen. Shen Yuan vaguely recognizes the woman that plays the drums, still in full stage makeup. Next to her, arm slung around her waist, is a face Shen Yuan would know anywhere. Luo Binghe, giving a wry smile to the camera.

DemonHeart: he’s a fan, you know

PeerlessCucumber: where exactly would we be meeting

Immortal Lamb Crusader Way by Mikkeneko

Shen Yuan finds himself transmigrated into the last video game he played before his death -- the dungeon-delving, cult-building anthro hit game of the year, Immortal Lamb Crusader Way. Much to his dismay he finds himself in the role of the BBEG, the God of Death, He Who Waits -- Shen Qingqiu! Is there any way he can guide the protagonist, Luo Binghe, to level-up and victory without falling victim himself to the Lamb Crusader's blade?

And why does he want to pet the Lamb's fleecy head so badly? He's not a furry, okay! He's not!

The Scum Villain's Second Save File by the-night-gods-moon (HelloMyNameIsAlias)

Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua's shroom scheme falls through in a big way, and Shen Yuan is forced to re-transmigrate into another world that revolves around half-demons and messy, convoluted romances. Good thing he's an expert!

anachronism of the moment by plutoisgay

daemon au that follows Shen Yuan through his transmigration and life in PIDW

Shen Yuan transmigrates to a world of demons, harem-politics, and the ineffable notion of being perceived. His daemon, at least, seems to share his concerns.

We Are Not Wise by Boomchick, Suzoomie

When Shen Qingqiu drew Shen Yuan’s soul sword, it felt like being burned from the inside out. The fire wasn’t cruel, but it was still fire—hot and destructive, searing the softest pieces of him.

When Binghe’s fingers touch the hilt, he is ready for pain.

Transmigrated into a version of Proud Immortal Demon Way where cultivators manifest their own souls into spiritual weapons, Shen Yuan finds himself sort of kind of…accidentally blackmailing Shen Qingqiu into taking him on as a disciple before Luo Binghe joins the sect.

That should give Shen Yuan plenty of opportunities to make sure nothing goes wrong for his favorite protagonist, right? RIGHT!?

A story of twists, turns, hope, despair, and soul swords. Written for the Bingqiu Reverse Minibang 2023, illustrated and conceptualized by the incredible Suzu!

Protagonist Rehabilitation Programme by cinnamonsnaps

(oh my god they were roommates)

"Thank you, valued user, for accepting the Protagonist Rehabilitation Programme. Your task: Ensure the protagonist's happiness."

Shen Yuan is convinced that his favouri... least favourite novel's main protagonist isn't really happy. He has babes, money and power, but does he have any friends?

Cue the system handily dropping Demon King Luo Binghe into his bedroom. Can Shen Yuan make him happy before the timer runs out?

(90% light-hearted comedy, 10% existential horror and fear because this is the OG PIDW Binghe we're talking about)

Can't we just skip to the end? by chaoticgoodlawyer

When it was all said and done, Shen Qingqiu comforted himself that the end of the plot meant that, surely, all major events were out of the way. They were firmly in HEA territory and he could relax a little. Right? Right.

A year and a half into his marriage to the protagonist, he cursed himself for a fool when he woke next to a Luo Binghe from ten years in the past.

Meanwhile, a recently transmigrated Shen Yuan struggled to retain what little face he had when confronted with an overgrown, disturbingly gorgeous demon lord claiming to be his husband. Which is impossible, because he’s straight, the most hetero heterosexual to exist. System? A little help here??

Series

Sit With Your Soul by Tossawary

The original Shen Qingqiu suffers a severe deviation that unsettles his daemon, transforming them into a childish and inconstant creature, too curious and without any memories of the life that has made him so bitter. His soul is now unrecognizable to him and everyone can see his humiliation.

Shen Yuan isn't exactly happy to have transmigrated into Proud Immortal Demon Way at all, much less as this doomed scum villain's daemon.

A His Dark Materials Fusion AU. Knowledge of HDM not required.

Series

Celestial Afterglow by elanor_pam

Shang Qinghua, also known as Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky, stared flatly at what had once been a field boasting near sect-level Feng Shui alignment, and the drowned, bloated remains of the Sun and Moon Dew Flower cuttings that had sprouted within it. Their plan was now quite literally a wash.

If only he could consult Cucumber Bro on how to save Cucumber Bro! But in the absence of Cucumber Bro, he could but rely on the one plot coupon the infamous Peerless Cucumber had ever applauded.

Tongfang by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Shen Yuan is reincarnated as a cannon fodder character and eventual murder victim in one of the whodunnit arcs in Proud Immortal Demon Way. Things escalate quickly.

Or: that one where young Luo Binghe’s career goal is ‘Bride’.

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Shen Yuan shut his eyes as a young man waiting to die in a hospital and opened them again as a wrinkly infant covered in substances best left unimagined.

[Welcome to the System! The System is based on the concept ‘YOU CAN YOU UP. NO CAN NO BB.’ We hope to provide you with a rewarding experience. It is our sincere hope that during the course of your adventure, you can achieve your desire to transform a ‘Stupid Novel’ into a high-end and impressive classic. We pray for your happiness,] a mechanical and inflectionless voice announced over the general hubbub of the group of women handling him. Then it added, somewhat more worryingly, [Error.]

In Service by x_los

Emperor Luo Binghe goes looking for a Shen Yuan of his own. The one he finds has yet to fully ripen, but Luo Binghe is used to turning adversity into advantage.

Every Binghe/ge deserves a Happy Ending [buy one SY, get one free] by Shireyaki

You can have a Shen Yuan

YOU can have a Shen Yuan

WE ALL CAN HAVE A SHEN YUAN

Scum Villain AUs by Feynite

Various random alternate universe fics.

Includes:

Supervillain AU

Genderswap AU

Hades & Persephone AU

Dragon Monster AU

Mermay AU

Free Guy AU

& Many More!

Into the Abyss by esama

In which Shen Yuan pisses the System off and it sends him straight into the Endless Abyss.

Four years later, Shen Qingqiu does the same to Luo Binghe.

Fruiting Body by Calamity Butterfly (Calamity_Butterfly)

“A new body? What has my Shizun done?” Luo Binghe asks mildly.

“Oh, I died again, didn’t I? This time, I died saving you from a qi deviation brought on by that sword,” Shen Qingqiu answers, stroking the caps of the trembling mushrooms still pressed up against his sides. “I suspected I was going to die so I prepared a new body, just in case. But it’s taking a long time to remember myself, and I’m not sure I want to go back once I do.”

Shen Qingqiu awakens in the Sun and Moon Dew Flower body, more fungal than human, and networked into a vast, sentient mycelial network. His new body is more complicated than he anticipated. Luo Binghe finds him, and that is also more complicated than he anticipated.

The Many Trials and Tribulations of Ming Fan by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Ming Fan just wants to get through ONE supervised night hunt without this happening.

Or: the one where Shen Qingqiu continues to be attractive to people who aren’t Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge. It's a problem.

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“Da-shixiong.” Ning-shimei’s groan was barely audible to anyone who didn’t have a cultivator’s enhanced senses. To him and the rest of their assembled siblings, though, it rang out like a bell. The only one who didn’t notice was Shizun. He was up ahead and deep in conversation with the Lord who’d summoned them to investigate a series of local disappearances.

“I saw,” Ming Fan sighed. “Eyes front. Everyone knows their roles.”

Frankly, he’d been braced for this moment since he’d asked around about the family hosting them for the duration of this investigation. He’d discovered that they had two marriage-aged daughters in the household, neither of whom were engaged.

Loaded God Complex, Cock It And Pull It by Camorra

There were three things of which Shen Yuan was absolutely certain.

The first, that Luo Binghe was an irredeemable jackass.

The second, there was a part of Luo Binghe, and Shen Yuan didn't know how large, that wanted Shen Yuan dead for trussing him like a pig and dumping him on his own front porch.

And the third, that Shen Yuan was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Luo Binghe.

P S Y C H !

omg they were roommates by smellslikecitrus

Shen Yuan was a normal chemistry major. What did he do to deserve getting booted into his least-favorite novel?!

Silver lining: Binghe makes really, really good food.

Plastromancy by x_los

"One night, Luo Binghe notices something odd about the way his blood is pooling on the floor of the woodshed."

A twelve year old Luo Binghe meets his Other Shizun.

AQ by x_los

Before he rose to captaincy, Shen Yuan attended a briefing given to all command level officers in Star Fleet that outlined the scope of the Q threat. According to Admiral Picard's report, the omnipotent Q are devious, amoral, unreliable, irresponsible and definitely not to be trusted.

Orphaned stowaway Luo Binghe doesn't even know he is one.

Living With a Tiger by x_los

Shen Yuan has been engaged to Emperor Luo Binghe from almost the hour of his birth. He grows up knowing his place in the world exactly; he is far less certain of his place in his betrothed's guarded affections.

Scum Villain's Accidental Romance System by BurnerAccount

Shen Qingqiu has accepted that yes, this is a novel. And yes, it is going to have stupid plot points that he can (probably) do nothing about. His inevitable, horrible fate is his most probable future - but hey, it's at least a ways off yet, right?

A Stallion novel has stupid tropes, but he's 100% - no, 1000% sure, that these aren't in the standard package.

Anyways, Stan Shen Qingqiu by x_los

Millennial vs Gen Z? Shen Qingqiu wishes.

A young transmigrator has a new idol; Shen Qingqiu is very tired

How To Stop Being Strung Along By A Guy & Get What You Deserve: 5 Steps to a Serious Relationship! by x_los

'Madam Meiyin said: “Milord’s fated lover pays very little attention to others. But the moment they come to care about someone, they will care with their entire heart and soul.”'

Shen Yuan transmigrates into Proud Immortal Demon Way with a firmly-tied red string of fate. It takes Luo Binghe roughly two hours to notice this.

The Favourite by x_los

Demonic Emperor Luo Binghe's reputation precedes him. It's just not very accurate.

I Wish You Were My Husband by Feynite

AU based on The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir (familiarity with that story's not required).

Wherein Shen Yuan transmigrates into a harem intrigues romance novel (gay edition), Yue Qingyuan really fucks up, Liu Qingge is not suitable for his job, and no one even remotely sees Luo Binghe coming.

Always the Light Falls by Letters2Elvinscend 

Growing up is hard. Living up to your mother's expectations is harder. Realizing your Shizun is actually kind of hot is damn near impossible.

System Temporarily Unavailable, Please Don't Abuse The Substitute! by Asymptotical

The System has to go bail another System's world out of a plot crisis.

It told them that its Host would notice, but did they listen? Of course not.

We Never Dreamed These Walls by straightforwardly

When Luo Binghe falls into the Endless Abyss, he accidentally pulls Shen Qingqiu down with him.

[doromoni]

Not Over the Papaya | OP81

⊹ ｡•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

Ships : Oscar Piastri x Popstar! Reader , Ex!Lando Norris x Popstar! Reader

Genre : Fluff Smau

A/N : womp womp my final uni project is making me crazy and it’s hurting my wallet fr. Anyways, this update took way too long again, are we surprised? No, we are not. Lol Enjoy

Face claim : Jennie Kim

Summary : Y/N and Oscar cope with their own breakups by making the Heartbreak Club.

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Pick up or Decline

Pick up

“Hello?”

“You made a mistake choosing him”

“Wow, whose phone is this now, Lando?”

“He cant make you happy. The team will not allow it”

“Yeah whatever”

“Y/N I-“

“don’t care”

end call

call dropped

Y/N.

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Y/N. That boy is mine

tagged @oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri Hi girlfriend🧡

Y/N. Hi boyfriend 🧡

charles_leclerc WE GET IT U LOVE HIM, why do I need to see him this way 😀

Y/N. get used to a cunty Osc.

charles_leclerc NO he’s an innocent baby, ur corrupting him!!

oscarpiastri wtf. alex pls collect charles

danielricciardo why is it spicy 🥹

oscarpiastri not my fault I’m hot, deal with it

Y/N. Preach.

logansargeant I MADE THIS HAPPEN

Y/N. I’ll give credit when it’s due… ok thanks logan hunter sargeant

oscarpiastri Thanks, now leave us alone pls

logansargeant WOW this is the thanks i get????

user1 Oscar made it into the feed!! Lets go

user2 Y/N and Oscar are now OFFICIAL official

user3 Y/N took the hard launch way to hard

user4 the amount of pda and tension in this post alone makes me want to cry. OK IM SINGLE thanks for pointing that out

user5 SLIDE 1 HELLO???!!

user6 ik!! im shooketh

user7 Osc is so in love with Y/N and it shows 🥹

user8 Osc is obsessed. Ugh I’m so single that it hurtssss

user9 Lol as he should, that is THE Y/N L/N

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri against all odds, that girl is mine

tagged @Y/N.

Y/N. Sorry ladies, dibbs! I claim this man🤭

oscarpiastri proudly urs, Luv

nicolepiastri U better not hide Y/N from us, Oscar!

Y/N. Hi Mrs. P 🥺

nicolepiastri hello sweetie! Can’t wait to meet you in person.

oscarpiastri You’ll meet her mom, don’t worry

charles_leclerc So sweet. The two of you are insufferable

oscarpiastri Wow ok. I’m telling grandma u said that.

Y/N. Get off the gram then old man!

user1 OK but why is Osc so hot all of a sudden

oscarpiastri its the girlfriend effect

user1 HI OSC!!

user2 its the Y/N influence~ boi got hotter instantly 🥵

user3 Osc posting Y/N all over his socials!! Flaunt your queen, King.

user4 Brother made sure everyone knew that Y/N is off limits

user5 This is how you treat ur significant other, you dont hide them and treat them like trash. Pls do take notes … Lando im looking at you.

user6 Oscar is spoiling Y/N~ i’m so here for it 😭🫶

user7 Y/N is finally getting the love she needs. Both of them are making efforts for each other, not just Y/N

user8 I’m still obsessed with what Osc did after his win. when will it be my turn huhhh?

user9 I will never let myself forget. My standards are thru the roof!

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mclaren

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mclaren Welcome back to our side of the paddock @Y/N. We missed seeing you in papaya!

Y/N. Just to support my man @oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri 🧡🧡🧡

danielricciardo @Y/N what an honor to be a guest at McLaren 😀 liked by author

Y/N. I know! I’m so happy to be back there 😀 liked by author

mclaren @Y/N MTC comeback soon? 🤔

Y/N. I would be stupid not to come back 🙂‍↕️😀

user1 Lmao who let admin post this? Y/N is clearly there just for Oscar.

user2 Y/N wouldn’t touch them with a ten foot pole, let alone go back 😭

user3 Mclaren ur embarrassing urself here honey.

user4 the obvious pr stunt, when in fact they hate Y/N for Lando’s stupidity

user5 Danny Ric and Y/N on the comments filled with sarcasm, chandler bing would be proud 🤡

user6 not mclaren actually liking the comments 🤡😭

user7 @user6 I like to think that mclaren knew it was sarcasm but they were forced to like it anyway

user8 I like user7’s version so much I’m gagging HAHAHA

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𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐇𝐂

Author's note: Boothill won the last poll so i'm gonna post some Headcanons of him, next will be Sunday ♡

NSFW AND SFW

SFW

- We all know Boothill can't feel any type of touch besides his face, so when he wants attentions he bumps his head against yours to feel anything

- Since his a cyborg i dont think he got nails strong enough to open like a chip bag for example so he opens plastic bags with his sharky teeth

- He clearly boughs Teddy bears to remind him of his little girl

- Talking about his little girl the "scarf" on his back is much likely something she wore

- He loves when you braid his hair

- He takes you on trail rides with his favourite horse

- If his girl was still alive she would put makeup on him and dress him like a princess

- His a galaxy ranger so most of his time his away from home, he is the type of man that would send you good morning and good nights texts while his away

- talking about texts he would send you big texts about how he loves you

- Bring you roses when his over with his work

- And you scold him for coming home hurt or something

- He is a dog person

- He loves eating apples or putting corn on his teeth

- He smockes alot but in case you hate it he will avoid smocking close to you

- He hates loud noises

- Big spoon

"Babe i bough this roses for you"

NSFW

- Hear me out, it vibrates he loves when you ride him and he makes it vibrate while it's inside

- He can't curse so when he tried to do degradation with you it turns into soft sex 😭

- He loves eating you out since he cant feel anything, he makes sure to act like a starved man

- Somehow i love who made his body, that waist...you love grabbing it and he blushes everytime you do it

- He is a big softie when it comes to sex, he puts your pleasure above his

- However when his stressed forget it babe you are not walking for a week

- More of a service Top

- He hates when you use toys, you should use his dick only!!

- He is afraid of hurting you, you gotta tell him you are not made of plastic

- However when he let's you dom, he is the one that gotta tell you that he is not made of plastic

- He probably makes dad jokes while pouding into you

- Aftercare is his top priority he wont go anywhere until you have taken a shower, eaten and drank water

- You use red lights and much likely a Chase Atlantic song to get him on the mood (it works)

- He can breath and you get turned on by it (i do)

-He hand feeds you after you two are done

- cuddles with you afterwards and if in case he has to leave in the morning for work he leaves cute notes on the fridge ♡

♡ Reposts are appreciated!

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Ive been imagining this and ik its weird BUT ot8 skz being perv and so obsessed to fem 9th member.. Like they get super jealous and the fem readed being a people pleaser like she cant say no to her friends and cant stand seeing them sad so when the members started to became sexually touchy w her they used that against her and be like "dont u want to see us happy? We've been tired and we just want to relieve some stress.. I thought u can help us.. I guess not" and they pretend to be sad abt it and the reader just felt guilty for not helping her friends so she lets them touch her which led to smut KDNDJFKDJ its weird but idk i die for these kinds of fics

Hands on me?

Warning: Angst, sexual activity, manipulation?

Pairing: polyOT8 x reader.

Summary: Don’t you wanna see us happy baby? They said as they slowly peeled her clothes off.

AUTHORS NOTE: this has been in my requests for a while and I write this when I first started off SO it’s not good at all BUT I’m going to write another one using this same request cause I have another idea AND this was in my drafts for a while so I’m dropping it to clear it.

I hope whoever requested this, enjoys it 🥰

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"Baby?!" She heard someone call for her from the living room. 

"I'm in here!" She replied. Her hair was up in a pony tail and she was currently wearing shorts and a croptop with no bra on making her look yummy.

She heard a bunch of voices start piling up in the living room meaning that the boys were back home.

A small smile creeped up on her face as she continued to wash up the dishes she had used to cook dinner. She made a big dinner because at the end of the day she was feeding 8 of her boyfriends who were also MEN. 

"Hey love," Han walked into the kitchen. His hair was in a hat and he had his normal hoodie and cargo pants on. "Are you feelings better?" He asked while taking a few steps towards her until he towering her. His breathing was heavy probably from the flight of stairs.

"Mmm, yeah. Just been a long day that's all." She sighed and looked up at him. He had a pout on his face making her coo at how adorable the boy was.

"I missed you," he said in between kisses. 

"Missed you too momo," he rested his head on her shoulder she continued to finish the dishes.Han was always clingy, not more than Felix but it was more than the other boys, that was for sure.

As she finished up she felt His hands slowly wondering around her body then slowly landing on her ass. oh, makes sense. He was horny.

She did love every interaction with her boys, she really did but today she wasn't in the mood at all. She was tired and she had a horrible headache from work. having sex was not on her to-do list but a nap was.

"Do you want me to take care of you?" He whispered in her ear causing shivers to run down her spine. She was sad because she was going to turn him down and she knew how stressed all the boys were, he just wanted have fun.

"Maybe not right now momo, I'm not in the mood," She told him while finishing the last of the dishes and drying her hands. He pouts and lets out a small whimper.

"Have you eaten yet?" She asked him changing the subject.

"Not yet no," he frowned.

"Okay then sit, let me call the other guys to come eat too," She encourage him, "and don't forget to put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket," She tiptoed and gave him a quick kiss before going to the living room to find only Changbin sat while scrolling through his phone.

He was wearing all black and he had his glasses on. His hair was fluffy and curly meaning today he was in the studio all day.

"Binnie?" She walked and sat by him, "what are you doing?"

"Hey baby," he kisses her temple and then her lips, "I was just lacing up my shoes, what about you? How was your day?"

"I'm tired that's all," she pouted, "and my period is coming soon so I'm breaking out!" she exclaimed and crossed her arms causing him to chuckle.

"I mean atleast you look nice," he dropped his shoe and pulled her close to his body, "you look beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, amazing-"

"Okay, okay I get the point," she roll my eyes playfully.

"Hey? Am I not allowed to praise my beautiful girlfriend?" He playfully frowns.

"You are I geuss," she giggled and he couldnt help but pull her onto his lap.

"Then let me praise you huh?" He kisses her cheek and slowly starts moving down her neck. A small moan leaves her mouth.

"B-Binnie, I'm not in the mood, please," she told him.

"Why not? You're always in the mood," he looks confused.

"Not today, just come have lunch yeah?" she give him a peck on the lips and got off him so he could stand up.

"Fine," he huffs. He makes his way to the dining area as she depart6ed and headed to Felix's room

"Felix?" she called while knocking on his door.

"It's open!"

"Hey sunshine, dinner is ready-"

"Hey! no kisses? No hugs?" He frowned and turned around from his desk.

"Oh-" she giggled when she realized and then walked over to him, "Hey lix," she repeated and  gave him a kiss as he automatically pulled her on his lap.

"How's my baby doing?" He asked as his hands wrapped around her waist and he cuddled her body.

"Mm just tired," she sighed.

"Oh my poor baby, should we watch a movie later?" He was craving her. he wanted to spend more time with her because he felt like he had spent so much time with the boys that he was neglecting her.

"Yeah that would be nice but first go get lunch," she forced herself out of his grip but he let out a soft whine due to the lack of touch and well...the bulge that was now very visible through his pants.

"Look what you've done to me," he whined again causing her to laugh at his distraught state.

"Oh oh, you better fix that before you go down,"

"Help me please!" He frowned.

"I'm not in the mood Felix, please."

"Come on pleaseee, it's been a long day. Don't you want to see me happy?"

His eyes were shiny and hungry, it was obvious.

"Fine after dinner," she lied to him so he could get up and he actually believed it.

"Okay okay, I'm running there now!"

He got up from his sit and rushed out the room.

She followed behind him and checked the dining room to see everyone now sitting down including Chan, I.N, Seungmin and leeknow.

She went around to give them quick kisses before returning to her room and changed into just a  huge shirt (that was probably for one of the boys) and underwear.

She turned off all her room lights and entered bed now being able to have a peaceful sleep. A nice, nice qui-

She felt the bed dip and hands wrap around her body. Her eyes open quickly and she saw familiar hands. Chan.

"Channie?"

"Hey babe, I wanted to cuddles," he pouted.

"Fine but no disturbing my sleep," she scolded him and turned so it was easier for him to wrap his arms around her waist.

Her eyes slowly closed once again and she finally thought she was to get some sleep until the door swung wide open and closed quickly, two more people walking in and making themselves comfortable in her bed. Han and I.N. At this point she was so used to it that she just let them stay as they both argued on who was sleeping where.

"Guys if you're going to be in here, you have to be quiet and sleep," She told all of them off. Even if she was getting a little frustrated she scooted up a little so they could all enter the bed.

Not even a few minutes later all the boys were now in her room on her bed piling onto one another under her fluffy blankets. She knew exactly what they wanted when she felt one of their hands massaging her leg.

She let out a sigh, "Such horny dogs!" she groaned.

"Common baby, it's been a long day. Don't you care about us?" Hyunjin teased her in a manipulative manner.

"Just a little fun. Come on please," Han rubbed her leg once more back and forth causing shivered to run down her spine.

"You look good too," Felix complimented her while tugging at her bra strap, "really good." They were basically already peeling her clothes off with their cold ass hands.

She let out a sigh and finally gave in, "F-fine I geuss so," her eyes wonder to Chan who gives her an assuring nod.

//please idk how to write a smut but just imagine the nastiest thing ever happens//

When they were done and the boys were satisfied as Y/n sat on the bed. Her heart was racing from all the action but she was in her own space. Spaced out.

The constant thoughts of the boys using her for their sexual desires made her enter a depressive episode. Yes she enjoyed the sex and the attention but so many emotions were running through her tiny body that she couldn't handle it anymore.

She felt used like a sex toy and the tears in her eyes slowly started to build as she started to breath rapidly. The air in the room getting suddenly thick. Seungmin was in the bathroom running her bath for her after care. The sound of the water falling was the only sort of noise she could hear.

She held her knees against her chest as she tried to calm down. Han's hand wrapped around her waist. As he kissed her temple. "you did so good for us, you know that right babygirl?" he praised but she didnt even notice him in the first place. Her eyes were hazy and completely black and when Han noticed, he gave chan a look. 

"Hey, are you with us?" Chan asked immediately as he pulled up his sweatpants. "Y/n?"

No response.

She was staring at the wall right in-front of her. She felt unloved. She felt tired. She was in pain.

The boys (some of them were still dressing up) all turned to look at her. Her body was still bare and the bruises on her arms were visible.

"Is she going into a trance?" I.N asked panicked. "Chan do something, please,"

"Hey Y/n? Babygirl? It me. Can you hear me?" He walked over to her and grabbed her tiny hands.

"C-channie?" She chocked as She looked up at him. The tears slowly starting to fall.

"Yes my love, it's me. Can you tell me where you are?"

"I'm alone, I'm all alone," she sobbed. "Why am I like this? Why am I so disgusting?" She cried.

"What do you mean Y/n?" He asked shocked.

"I-I want Binnie, I want Binnie now," she said reaching out for him. Changbin did not hesitate. He was right by her side pulling her onto his lap. The rest of the boys understanding what was going on and quickly taking action.

"I'm here princesses, tell me what's wrong," he had no shirt on and the skin to skin was slowly giving her comfort as his body heat was radiating warmth.

"I-do you love me?" She asked. The panic in her voice was clear. She was soon going to get a panic attack. it was building up.

"Ofcourse I love you babydoll, why would you think otherwise?" He questioned while kissing her forehead.

"i- i dont know, please dont be mad at me," She sobbed in his chest. The view was heartbreaking and the boys knew that if they didnt find a way to cheer her up soon it would end up into a full blown panic attack.

"I'm going to make some brownies for her," Felix said because he knew this was the only way he could comfort her on his part. He quickly leaves the room after hesitating for a bit not wanting to leave her.

"I- are you guys using me? For sex?" She cried harder. Her hands held Changbins chest as She struggled to breathe. Their faces were in absolute shock. was this what they made her think? was this all she thought she was to them? 

"Ofcourse not," leeknow knelt down infront of her. He slowly rubbed her thigh. "Jagi, you need to breathe. Can you do that for me?" He asked her. Her body was shaking still. she tried to gasp for air but failed. 

"Listen to me beuatiful, you need to breathe like me....see," he took a deep breathe to demonstrate to her but it was no use. 

"i- i cant breathe," she gasped and let go of changbin to grab her neck. it felt like it was closing up. Her vision was blurry now and the lack of oxygen was getting to her. 

"C-chan?" she gasped as she slowly she started to pass out. Her body giving up on her due to the many emotions.

"come on baby, stay with me," she heard in the distance.

"Guys! call 119,"

***

This is just a fic no one come for me 😔

[lovelettersforthedamned]

i’m not brave enough to actually verbally request this but this link explains 🫣

https://www.tumblr.com/uncharted4bliss/733772501952380928/the-world-needs-more-premature-ejaculation-smuts

i'm thinking...very, very hard LOL

nsfw below the cut...

tasm!peter parker

he quite literally came from just the slightest graze over his heams when you two were having a very heated make out session.

his heightened senses are to blame tbh.

he tries to hide it at first, but you always know when he’s cum. 

his cheeks get red, and his eyes wander to try and avoid your gaze (i need him so bad it’s so not funny anymore)

joel miller–jackson era

this man hasn’t been touched in so long, let’s be honest.

now that he’s in jackson, he can finally let his guard down…especially with you.

he’s grinding into your warm core, you two are both fully clothed. the night just starting.

the friction sends him over the edge.

joel gets embarrassed, and he starts to apologize. you quickly cut him off, letting him know that it’s cute that he can’t help himself (which he doesn’t take lightly…aka he fucks the attitude out of you).

pattinson!bruce wayne

poor baby has been so stressed lately.

he needs you so bad, and you know this. letting him relax for the night.

he’s whining as you sink onto his cock.

you rock back into him for the second time as you feel it.

his cum is shooting into you, there’s no doubt about it. 

he’s also very apologetic, but you remind him that tonight is all about him and that he has nothing to be sorry about. 

matt murdock

matt is very similar to peter when it comes to heightened senses, except for the fact that matt’s is magnified by one hundred.

he’s eating you out when it happens because matt is a munch (duh).

just the taste of you has him cumming on the sheets.

he’s not even embarrassed (man whore).

he’s too focused on your upcoming orgasm to put his needs before yours.

din djarin

my man is extremely touch starved.

i think that it’s the little things that drive him crazy.

a little kiss on his neck, you finger trailing up and down his arm…things like that.

so when he gets to experience your touch fully, he can’t handle himself.

you’ve been pumping his cock for like a minute max, but as soon as your warm mouth sucks on his neck, his cum coats your hand. 

he’s bucking into your hand, needing more even though he just came.

din is breathless, he’s too dazed to care about anything. he just wants you. 

--author's note: oh this is...so good. I AM A SLUT OKAY?? I DONT CARE!!! i love my boyfriends!!!!! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support your writers. my asks/inbox is open!!! send me more things so i can be silly and feed into both of our delusions:))) ok, bye ily<3333

[ultralightpoe]

Bejeweled - Jamie Tartt

Authors Note: I have been trying to find any sort of energy to post and get out of bed. Got so close to giving up on life itself and I'm barely back, please bare with me as I try to find my way out of my depression hole I have dug for myself everyone. I know it's been a minute but life has been kicking my ass. Be patient with me - Ultralight

Word Count: 4454

Warnings: i dont think any

Apart of my MIDNIGHTS EVENT. (Next Event is Sour by Olivia Rodrigo. Requests closed. Event following yet to be decided)

SOUR EVENT

MAIN MASTERLIST

Enjoy!

Baby love, I think I've been a little too kind

Didn't notice you walking all over my peace of mind

In the shoes I gave you as a present

Puttin' someone first only works when you're in their top five

And by the way, I'm going out tonight

Diamonds can dull if not taken care of properly, they can accumulate dust and grime, the shine from the gem being lost amongst the age of the years. You were raised by a grandmother that taught you the most important thing a little girl could know, never ever EVER let a man dull your shine.  

She would lecture you on this as she showed you her jewelry collection, showing you all seven of her engagement rings through the years. The first had been a diamond pear cut with a silver band, given to her by the young salesman that had promised her the world from his office on wall street.

She packed her bags and took the ring the day he slept with his receptionist.

You would wear the diamond ring 10 years later when you met Jamie Tartt, and oddly enough you would be wearing it the day you found out he was cheating. 

-

Maybe it was your fault. Maybe Jamie had strayed from your bed because of you. 

Not because you were bored in bed or because you didn’t give him enough attention, no. Maybe you gave him TOO much attention, you let him forget who you were. You were a fucking diamond.

Diamond of the season as Bridgerton would say. 

You always kept your lovers on a leash, and when they strayed you proved to them just what they would be missing, but you had trusted Jamie as stupid as that was. You had been waiting for an engagement ring, getting your nails done religiously just in case you needed to take a picture. 

You stared at your nails now, as you scrolled through the twitter feed, seeing him leave her flat with lipstick on his cheek and his shirt still unbuttoned. 

Your grandmother would be so disappointed in you. You were better than this. 

And you would be. 

But you had to play your cards right. If Jamie Tartt thinks he can get away with screwing over a gem like yourself then you would just have to show him what a fool he was, and that began with a smile. 

You smiled at him when he came home, all dolled up as he lit up at the sight of you, making it seem like you hadn’t been waiting at the stairs for the sound of his keys and just naturally caught him on your way out. 

“Y/n? Love? Where are you headin’?” He asks, moving closer to you for a kiss. You kissed him back easily, this would only work if he didn’t know that you knew. 

“Just to the club with some friends.” You smile, giving him a twirl in your short dress. 

“What friends?” He mumbles casually, far too casually as his eyes roamed over you slowly. You knew his game and you knew that his casual act was far from the truth, inside he was panicking about you going out in this.

“Oh, just Brent and Jordan.” You shrug, leaning in to kiss his cheek before disappearing from sight. 

-

“You’re new here.” The stranger smiles cheekily at you as he walks up, admiring you without a second of hesitation, not even bothering to hide his eyes drifting to your chest. “I would recognize a beauty like ya’.”

“Oh I am sure you say that to all the girls.” You smile, giving him an airy look you knew would hook him quickly. It works, he gives you a lopsided grin that tells you he is ready to play your game. 

“Who’re your bodyguards over there?”  He nods his head to the direction of your friends Brent and Jordon, both of which you had been flirting with all night. 

“Oh, just some friends.”

“They don’t look like friends.”

“What’s it to you?” And there it is, the jealous look in his eyes that tells you the sex is going to be good. Hook…..Line……

“What are ya’ drinkin, lovey?” 

“Whatever you buy me.” You giggle, moving your hand to touch his elbow expertly, keeping your touch light and your smile easy. 

He blushes a bit at it, moving to the stool across from you and holding his hand out. “Your name?”

“Y/n. Yours.”

“I’m Jamie fucking Tartt.” His voice is smug, and his eyes are gleaming. This poor fool had no idea what he just got himself into. 

“And what can you do for me, Jamie?”

“I thought the sayin’ was what can I do for you?”

“Why would I ask that when I already know I can give everything.” And sinker. 

-

Best believe I'm still bejeweled

When I walk in the room

I can still make the whole place shimmer

And when I meet the band

They ask, "Do you have a man?"

I can still say, "I don't remember"

Familiarity breeds contempt

Don't put me in the basement

When I want the penthouse of your heart

Diamonds in my eyes

I polish up real, I polish up real nice

She let you try on the second engagement ring when your fingers were still too tiny to actually keep it on, laughing when you’re young eyes widened as it sparkled in front of you, amazed by the piece even if you were too young to truly understand what it meant. 

She told you the story of the second man that proposed to her, the one that owned his own business in London which is the reason she moved there in the first place, she told you how he whisked her away and how she ended up moving in with him after a month of knowing him. The way she described his apartment was nothing but luxury and the emerald necklace she showed you that went with the ring screamed money. 

You would learn the term blood money later in life. 

But then she told you about his actual wife, the one he let live in the mansion nestled in the countryside that he never spoke of while he hid mistresses away in apartments along the city promising to marry them while he bestowed jewels to them. 

She wore the ring and the necklace the day she left him, having his valet back all her suitcases into a car and driving her to the far side of the city where her one and only friend in London lived. 

You wore the set on your third date with Jamie, and then you wore it again the day he embarrassed you. 

-

The necklace and ring paired nicely with the gala gown that Rebecca and Keeley helped you pick out, both girls fawning over you the second they saw you show up to the event. 

“You look right fucking fit!” Keeley gushes, eyeing you up and down as Rebecca smiles. “A gorgeous color, and that necklace is absolutely stunning.”

“You should see the ring.” You smile, holding up your hand and letting them gawk. “Famly heirlooms darlings.”

“I don’t know if I want you or I want to be with you.” Keeley whispers, “you made my lower parts like throb-”

“Keeley!” Rebecca gasps, a laugh tearing from all three of you before a hand nestles itself on your hip. 

“Let’s head to our seats, ye love?” Jamie asks, pulling you away before you could actually answer. You were a bit irritated with him, ever since finding out he cheated a week ago you found yourself sick to look at him. 

And he hadn’t complimented you once this evening. Fucking fool. 

But you kept your mouth shut, this was the long game here. You smiled at him, and let him know how handsome he was. It would all be worth it. 

You kept reminding yourself of this during the auction, watching dozens of women bid on Danny Rojas as Keeley motioned for you to look at your phone. You ignore her at first, until she gets Roy to do it as well and you finally give in. 

K; See that goddess in the corner? Blue dress with the massive tits?

Y; Could have just said blue dress

K; She is Jamie’s date

Y; But I’m Jamie’s date

K; So is she. 

Game. Fucking. On. 

You risk one more look to the girl as Jamie is called up, allowing him to kiss your cheek quickly before waltzing himself up and standing proudly as the bidding starts. 

You let her bid back and forth with the girl in the yellow dress towards the front, wondering if yellow dress was another date of his as he gives you an odd look from the stage, drinking your champagne easily. When he gets back you catch a whiff of his cologne, the one you bought him for christmas, while he leans in. 

“Why didn’t ye bid on me, love?”

“Figured I would give another lucky lady some time with you.” You smile, leaning to rub his shoulder. He nods happily, enjoying your answer while your mind flashes back to the photos of him coming out of her apartment. 

He couldn’t even bother wiping off her lipstick from his lips and cheek. 

So when Sam goes up you raise your hand, meeting Jamie’s eyes with that same airy smile you gave him when you met, calling out “2,000 pounds”

And the look on Jamie’s face makes the moment so fucking worth it.

-

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ-” Jamie blurts when he walks up to your door, eyes widening as a red tint covers his neck and cheeks. “Fuck- sorry- lords name in vain and all that but I think I might just die a happy bloke right here.”

“It’s not too much?” You ask, smoothing out the sides as you try to relax your racing heart. This was the first time you were nervous for a date, this was the first time you actually wanted the date to go somewhere because Jamie Tartt was one hell of a man. 

He was sweet and caring, he held doors open for you and talked to you about football with so much passion your heart burned……and he was a god in bed. 

“Never too much, you’re like a fuckin’ Aphrodite brought to life.” He mumbles, eyes never leaving yours as he holds out his arm for you to grab onto. You admire his look then, placing your hand in the crook of his elbow as your gaze travels the tux he wore.

For a brief moment you find yourself excited at the fact that his tie matched your dress perfectly without the two of you planning it in advance. Like an omen that you were meant to be, and you can’t help but thinking that your grandmother would laugh at that statement. 

She wasn’t here, and you were too busy smiling as Jamie led you to the restaurant like you were a princess. 

-

Baby boy, I think I've been too good of a girl (too good of a girl)

Did all the extra credit, then got graded on a curve

I think it's time to teach some lessons

I made you my world (huh), have you heard? (Huh)

I can reclaim the land

And I miss you (I miss you)

But I miss sparkling (ah, hey)

The oval cut Garnet ring with the silver band came next, from the artist she met in that small apartment building. He drew her millions of times, filling his sketchbook with her dancing and posing until he was able to draw her out of memory. 

He pawned his fathers pocket watch for the ring, proposing to her in the middle of lovemaking as he demanded the stars pay her what they owe her. But then he disappeared, stopped coming home and she couldn’t find him. 

Just when she had begun wondering if he was cheating the police had knocked on the door asking if she had seen him. Turned out the pocket watch he pawned wasn’t his but his bosses, as well as the 4,000 he had stolen from the safe the same night he stole the watch. 

She told the police she was house sitting for him, and the second they were out of sight she packed and bolted with the ring. 

You wore it the night you first said I love you, and again when told him your biggest lie. 

- 

“Oh you should have seen it, Y/n. Fuckin’ Nate had no words. We all gave him one hell of a show, glarin and just being downright nasty on the field.” Jamie brags, pacing back and forth in your kitchen as you wiped down the counters for something to do while he rambled on. 

Normally you would be hanging on to his every word, asking about it and actually giving a shit. But today? All you could think about was her. 

Was the women in the blue dress the women from the apartment? Or were they different? How many women were there? How long has he been doing this? A month, a week or years? Should you get tested for anything?

“-oy, you okay?” Jamie asks, concern laced across his face as he comes up to rub you back carefully, bending down to look in your eyes. 

“I’m fine,” You lie, nodding quickly. “Just a little sick.”

“Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” You let him, enjoying the caring side of him as he tucks you in and puts a glass of water beside your bed. He sits beside you for a moment, rubbing your cheek carefully as he watches you. “I’ll be in the living room. You’ll call me if ya need me, ya?”

“Yeah.” You nod, closing your eyes gently as he leans down to kiss your forehead, hating the way your heartbeat through your chest. 

“I love you.” He whispers. 

“I love you too.” You whisper back, feeling sick at how empty the words were, and how easy the lie slipped from your lips. 

- 

You hadn’t planned on saying it to him that night, the dizziness of it all just got the best of you. 

Jamie had snuck you into the richmond field in the middle of the night, both of you laughing and slipping in the wet grass as you tried to play a crappy game of soccer. 

Sure your outfit was ruined but you had been smiling so much your cheeks hurt, ribs aching from laughing too much and your heart 2 seconds from exploding every time he touched you. 

By the time you both tire out, him swinging his arm around your shoulders and snatching the ball up easily while trying to catch his breath, he leads you out to the parking lot. It’s there you say it, in the dimness of the broken light, your cheeks heated from nervousness as well as the workout. 

“I think I love you.” You blurt, watching him stop quickly, whipping to look at you with wide eyes. “No. I do. I know I love you.”

A moment of silence follows and you begin to think you’ve blown it, getting ready to rush off out of pure embarrassment, when a smile cracks out on his face and he rushes forwards to kiss you passionately. 

“I love you too.” He murmurs as he cradles your jaw, lips grazing your own. 

- 

Best believe I'm still bejeweled

When I walk in the room

I can still make the whole place shimmer

And when I meet the band

They ask, "Do you have a man?"

I can still say, "I don't remember"

The factory worker with the easy smile came next, and after 4 months of dating he popped out a black diamond ring with a black band on it, the darkest in the collection which should have shown what was too come. 

She never liked to talk about that one often, and she never let you touch it, as if the ring itself could ruin your life in an instant. 

And you truly believed it could. 

All you knew from that time in her life was that she left bloodied and battered, leaving during the day while he was at work, where she would head to a co workers flat waiting for him when he got home and trying not to cry as he cleaned the cuts. A week later she would take the pregnancy test, that was all you needed to know. 

The ring sat in the red velvet box your grandmother had put it in when she took it off, and it would stay in that box where you would not see it. Except for the two times it nearly escaped. 

- 

“Hey Y/n?” Jamie calls from the room down the hall, drawing your attention from the project you had been working on as you wait for him to keep going, when he doesn’t you sigh out and stand to go find where he was summoning you. 

“Yes?”

“Have you seen my lucky knee pad?”

“Shouldn’t they be in your bag?” You ask, moving to check the said bag where he had laid it in your shared bed. The zipper moved easily as you began searching throughout it. 

“Do you think I would be searching the room if it was in there?” He snaps, and as he swings to glare at you his hand hits the jewelry box on your dresser, sending it tumbling down and the cap of the cursed velvet box flying, the ring sliding across the floor right in front of your foot. 

You stare at it like it’s a bomb, breathing heavy as it gleams up at you. Jamie watches for a moment before he sighs out. “Just pick it up will ya? Won’t bloody hurt you.”

You roll your eyes, ignoring the comment and turning back to the bag where you pull out the lucky knee pad, making him groan. “I swear it wasn’t there when I checked.”

“Just pick up the mess you made.” You grunt out, putting the knee pad on top of the bag and rushing out of the room to go shower. 

- 

The day you move in with Jamie is spent with cheap dancing music that makes you both laugh and dozens of boxes to unpack. Instead of tag teaming your shared boxes in your new shared apartment you both decide to do one box at a time, working as a team. 

Because why be efficient when you are in love?

By the time he gets to the box holding your jewelry he spots the velvet box, reaching in and pulling it out before you notice. By the time you turn to see he already has the lid fully off and the ring pinched between his thumb and forefinger. 

“I don’t think I have ever seen a black diamond.” He murmurs, holding it up to the light as you chuck a pillow at his face. It hits him square on and he gives you an incredulous look as you begin pointing at the ring. 

“Put that thing back in the box, hide it deep in the jewelry box and go wash your hands!” You order, making him blink in shock before he does as told, coming back with wet hands and a small smile. 

“I know it sounds crazy but-”

“I have superstitions too.” He shrugs, moving closer to kiss you softly. “That ring was fucking ugly anyways.”

- 

Familiarity breeds contempt

Don't put me in the basement

When I want the penthouse of your heart

Diamonds in my eyes

I polish up real, I polish up real nice

The pink diamond came from a mistake she wasn’t willing to admit. 

Moments of panic and loneliness have a way of making humans confuse many things for love, she had shown up bruised and broken and she thought her coworker had mended her. 

He was kind, and he was gentle. They got along well and he was very supportive of her keeping the child in the pregnancy. He was safe…..but they weren’t in love. 

She tells you of the conversation she had with him, 3 months pregnant and wearing an engagement ring. They talked about how they went too fast, she told him she wanted to be a mother first and foremost. 

They said goodbye, he told her she could keep the ring. 

He would later be the baby's godfather, and he visited every christmas. 

There were two christmases that actually mattered. 

- 

Jamie missed Christmas dinner with your family that year, not that you minded since all you had been silently hoping for was a break. Just a little longer…. You reminded yourself. The long game. 

But as you marched up the path to your parents home you found yourself breathing out a sigh of relief, home. Home was right here and you would be safe to show your pain. 

Your great uncle is the first to notice said pain, nodding you over to talk to you. 

“You’re grandmother raised you right,” He tells you. “And if she were here she would not let you stand to be in pain.”

“I know.” You mumble back, nodding your head quickly. “I’m working on it.”

- 

The year you brought Jamie home for Christmas was a year full of chaos, one where you had been rushing around in a panic, nervous and anxious about your family not liking him. And it had all gone wrong so far. 

The ham was burnt and the tree managed to catch on fire. Both your bags had been lost in transit so you both were forced into the ugliest sweaters you had seen and you thought Jamie would bolt. 

But he merely grabs your hands softly to stop your pacing, kissing your knuckles and peering up at you. “We’ll be alright, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nod, smiling back at him as your great uncle walks in, giving you a nod of approval when Jamie can’t see. You ease up then, you had nothing to worry about, Jamie would win them over no problem. 

- 

Sapphire tears on my face

Sadness became my whole sky

But some guy said my aura's moonstone

Just 'cause he was high

The 6th ring had been a simple silver band given to her by the neighbor that claimed she was aphrodite reborn. They had talked 3 times before he gave her the ring and though it never actually counted as a proposal she claimed it did since he had said “I’ll get you the diamond when I prove to you we’re meant to be.”

He lost interest after 3 weeks, she didn’t mind. 

You always used to wear the band when you wanted a good laugh, but as of recently you couldn’t find any humor in it as you left it in the box.  You were beginning to lose energy for all happiness in general. 

- 

And we're dancin' all night

And you can try to change my mind

But you might have to wait in line

What's a girl gonna do?

A diamond's gotta shine

The seventh and final engagement ring had been given to her by a nervous accountant who acted like she had torn the stars from the sky. He was a shy and nervous man, blushed everytime she looked at him, but there had been a spark like no other.  This would be the first ring she would accept with her future planned out, no way of living without him. This had been her lovematch. 

It had been sapphire, her birthstone. She had worn it for three months. 

You wore it the day you met his mistress. 

- 

The apartment was quite nice, and as you took a look around you couldn’t help the anxiety that built through you as she watched you from the couch. 

“He told me he was leaving you.”

“Of course he did.”

“He said neither of you were happy.”

“Not anymore.” You smile, everything in you easing. “But it’s almost over.”

 - 

Best believe I'm still bejeweled

When I walk in the room

I can still make the whole place shimmer (shimmer)

And when I meet the band

They ask, "Do you have a man?"

The last and final ring in the collection hadn’t been an engagement ring, rather a wedding ring. Your grandmother had worn it since the day she got it to the day she died, passing it down to you.  A simple pearl ring that stopped your breath short every time. 

She wore it the day she gave birth to your mother, claiming it gave her strength. She wore it the day of your grandfather's funeral and your mothers as well. 

You wore it the day of her funeral and had been saving it ever since. This would be the ring you wore the day you decided to leave him. 

You waited up, your biggest mistake of it all since you already knew he wouldn’t be home for awhile. 

He would claim it was the game, you would know the truth, he would not feel bad about lying to your face. 

You twisted your grandmother's ring on your finger. It was time. 

 - 

I can still say, "I don't remember"

Familiarity breeds contempt

Don't put me in the basement

When I want the penthouse of your heart

Diamonds in my eyes

I polish up real (nice), I polish up real nice

He proposed with a ruby ring, after years of waiting and it finally happened. You took the ring, kissed him softly and a week later you left a letter on the table explaining it all as you left. You took your clothes and jewelry with you, leaving the pain behind with him. 

You were a fucking jewel, this he would not forget

- . 

And we're dancin' all night

And you can try to change my mind

But you might have to wait in line

What's a girl gonna do? What's a girl gonna do?

I polish up nice

Best believe I'm still bejeweled

When I walk in the room

I can still make the whole place shimmer

You wore your grandmother's wedding pearl wedding ring on your left hand the day you gave birth, and on your right held the engagement ring Jamie had given you. 

When your daughter was old enough you would show her your collection, telling her your grandmother's history all the way up to the ruby ring, where you would tell your own story, all the while wearing the ring you bought yourself, with the dahlia diamond. 

You were a jewel, and just as your grandmother taught you…..never ever EVER let a man dull your shine.

[lesfir]

Astarion past of corrupt Magistrate

A bud that didn't bear fruit, not one that was cut off.

There was no time to realised in the game that Astarion was a very, very bad, corrupt elf in power. The beginning of the story hasn't been rewritten, the key idea remains - for April 2024.

I have a couple words and sources for it. The latter I found recently, and it has a story of its own. Sources from Larian's internal kitchen is extracted by hacker methods.

Let's start with just that In the fall of 2023, the Larian Discord leaks happened. Leaks of Welch chat, Larian's narrative designer (in the past), and co-writer of some scenes with Astarion. As of April 2024, the narrative designer of the romances. You can read about their unprofessional acts here. For me, it also plays a role that it's not even their character, it was worked on long before them, another author and creator. So that kind of statement who understood what about the character is so... ridiculous.

And the question arises why we should trust the word of a very unprofessional person? That's right. Because: 1. These are not their personal words, interpretations and "I feel like". It says what Larian was planned for Astarion's story, but didn't have time to show. 2. Welch came to work at Larian well after Early Access. This backstory of Astarion was already told before Larian hired Welch.

The other few sources that tell of Astarion's backstory. Their sequence and nuances are also important.

1 - Info from the publication VICE The year is 2020, February 28. First presentation of the Baldur's Gate game by the hands of Swen Vincke. Astarion already Astarion as he is, white hair, fangs, a vampire spawn. (no horns and no tail) I watched it all and dont find that Swen is no information about Astarion's past. I don't think the publication is running a fake. So I'm assuming this is a site exclusive-lure about the key points plot of the game.

„A disgraced nobleman who used his position as a local magistrate to serve a vampire clan by feeding them prisoners, he was eventually too corrupt even for them and was effectively sent to serve as the personal slave of a powerful vampire”

I haven't seen it abandoned. After a while, the artbook confirms corrupt-taste for power-past.

So, a person who has been following the story closely notices that some of the information is incomplete. However, " feeding them prisoners" could very well be a plot twist for new playrs, and it should be left out in the exclusive. All the more reason: • Corrupted elite - used his position of magistrate • Taste for power. Desires, eternal life - for luxury, influence, eternal beauty, more power, vampires. • How vampires came to be? Why do vampires need a magistrate? - prisoners, it's easy to take outcasts for food. They also didn't forget to mention decadence. There is no reason for a person to think that a key moment in history has gone away.

2 - Artbook I found the first mention in winter 2022 (edit if I find it earlier) Baldurs Gate 3 Collectors Edition Pre-order for the physical collection, including artbook $269.99 Next February 2023. It mentioned that BG3 Digital Deluxe Edition will be available to Early Access buyers. With this artbook. That is, the information passed from edition to edition. Weird, giving irrelevant information that will confuse you for free! Yet you have to pay for the physical irrelevant information, 270 bucks. Did Larian give any warning about this? 270 for non-canon. Enjoy the game.

Astarion. Decadent and Dangerous Two hundred years ago, Astarion was a corrupt elite of Baldur’s Gate with a taste for power and a hunger for eternal life.

3 - unprofessional employee revealed the internal workings of the kitchen and what Larian, as an entire company - that's Astarion's author, Stephen Rooney, actors, animators - didn't have time for previously mentioned Astarion backstory. Confirmation of what was already known.

escuisi: I've been thinking about how in act 1 there seems to be a setup for more info on the gur incident/cazador conveniently being there to turn him but then theres no reference to it later on? Like, Astarion's all mysterious about it in a way that clearly implies he did something shitty we would find out later ("they had taken issue with a ruling i had made") but its never expanded.

Baudelaire Welch (larian): lol I did want to more fully explore the 'ACAB * definitely * applies to Astarion' angle but there wasn't really time for it.

The concept of "learning not to be racist" I am a building is shot down, probably by other writers. Not copstarion, that predates Welch. Of course. It would have taken two more acts - just an understanding. Overall it would still look... cheap and strained. The only evil male companion in this game. Astarion is about the darker sides of humanity, balance of fun and darkness. He must be asshole about something. The recent "I'm sure" posts are already more of a personal piece. Doesn't invalidate the information gained, which is verified by past sources.

Headcanon is a fan fiction that never hasn't been mentioned in any way in the media. Which there is no basis for, fiction. Like the dark-haired Astarion, mortal eye colour, for example.

The entire 1st act is precisely done and presented in 2020 with Astarion's backstory - all his approvals, reactions, all the lines. 2022 winter - pre-order of the physical edition with this artbook is open. The artbook that is promised as a gift to players by EA in February 2023 half-year before the release in August 2023 also confirms and includes information about the corrupt past. Approvals, most reactions, some of which are remade in PAD format, but not cut remain in the August 2023 release. The game gives hints and later coquettishly silent. Nothing logically erases this backstory of Astarion in the game And then in autumn 2023 there is a leak where it turns out that there was not enough time for Astarion's backstory.

The artbook is the grail. It always has been in my case in any fandom. In an artbook, every word is very precious. These are the key ideas author for the reasoning of the story. Maybe it's not the fans, but the way Larian treats the information he's given for thought. I find their pitching a clumsy. -- wasn't enough time to do -- abandoned the idea and cut it out are different things. If the wording was: we didn't have time, so we cut off, so this story is no longer relevant - then yes. Now it's: we didn't have really time to fully explore (emphasized the other part, this part was left unrevealed). For me, this story of Astarion levitates in the air, not gone, but not realized either.

There's nothing in the game plot that contradicts that Astarion's past was exactly that. Astarion would never say he was a corrupt arsehole when he wants Tav to help him, though with his barbarians, "raising the dead is easier than catching slaves, don't care slaves or building material", luxury, wealth and power that Astarion remembers in the his original, "mercy, please", vagabonds... Vice versa. It's all coming together.

That's the puzzle. Judge for yourself. Because the main thing that's missing: definiteness. For me, zero reasons to rate that this backstory is burned at the time of the release of the Bladur's Gate 3 game and for April 2024. It's would be hidden as a secret inside the story. A bud that didn't bear fruit, not one that was cut off.

Now Larian is doing a new artbook I really hope the situation is at least clarified. Stephen Rooney has left Larian, he said that in the spring of 2024, so it was always going to be an issue now. Unless of course they do CTRL+C CTRL+V.

Here.

[divinepriestesskagura]

Love Me While You Can

Miguel O'hara X Female Reader

Summary: you and your husband Miguel are married for six years and have a three daughters and you were expecting another child but something happened...

Warning: Cheating,Not very accurate character but i tried,death, miscarriage,angst, established relationship

Author Note: Go listen to Good Looking and Me and My husband while reading this

Part Two

Me and my husband Miguel are married for six years and we had three beautiful daughters, Everything was going great!One day i was thinking about surprising him about me, with child but that was soon changed.

"Miguel?" Y/N rubbed her eyes as she looks at her husband, taking off his coat "Dear? Why are you still up in the middle of the night?" Miguel said as he approached his wife and pulled her into a warm embrace "I was waiting for you...What took you so long at work?.." Y/n whispered, as she looked up to Miguel as she asked him curiously as then Miguel swallowed his saliva as he chuckle nervously "Oh...i was.." Miguel was thinking am excuse"did your workload increased?"

Y/n asked "Oh! yeah more complaints was happening but don't worry...now lets go to bed shall we?" Miguel smiled but it seems fake , Y/n nod as the couple now headed upstairs to sleep.

"Estella? Can you call your daddy for me?" Y/n  yelled gently to her  four an a half year old daughter as she  peeked at the laundry room door "Sure mommy I'll go call dada!" Estella smiles as she ran to her father,As Y/n stared at her husband's stained collar shirt, it was stained by a dark red lipstick a familiar lipstick color, she didn't even own.

"My dear, I am reassuring you that lipstick stain is from you!" Miguel told as he embraced his wife in his arms but this time she felt no warmth nor comfort coming from it "Miguel you know i don't wear a lipstick in this shade.." she whispered as she looked at the lip stain on her husband's collared shirt

" Please my dear trust me! Thats from you!" Miguel pleaded as she nodded in defeat "if thats what you insist then..." She whispered, before squirming away from her husband's embrace,As he let go of her, She sighed knowing that she was just lying to herself and that she's just letting her husband gaslight her, She let him be After all she's willing to eat up the lies he feeds her even though it's slowly breaking her apart.

Today Miguel left his lunch box at the kitchen, Probably forgeting to carry it with him as he was rushing to workfrom waking up late,Y/n wanted to give his lunch box at work, after all she didn't want him to eat a another meal that wouldn't fill up his stomach properly and more healtier, Y/n walked up to his office door and the she heard something it was him and his sidekick? She pressed her ear on the door as she held the lunch box she was carrying tightly, As her heart was pounding in her chest as she breathe heavily

"Jess i don't know if we can do this, now that your pregnant, And.. our spouses might get suspicious.." Y/n heard her husband's voice as her eyes widen and as she gasp quietly as she started to feel tears threatening to fall down her cheeks, as she try to blink away the tears welled up in the corner of her eyes

She closed her eyes as her palms started to get sweaty "Miguel its alright your wife wouldn't know at all nor my husband would!" Jessica said "No jess lets stop what were doing right now we can do this after you give birth! and my wife is starting to get suspicious about me going home late, I dont want to risk losing my daughters!" Wet tears started to fall down her face as she wiped her eyes and quietly went to the reception desk,Y/n ended up giving her husband's lunch to Lyla his assistant.

Starting that day Y/n wore a fake mask towards her husband as her pregnancy bulge started to get big but she still didn't tell Miguel at all not wanting to make him feel so guilty.

it was so painful cleaning the house for Y/n and seeing the picture frames of their cherished memories that they built through out the years of their relationship, their first date, first monthsary, their wedding, their first anniversary, their daughters births, their daughters birthdays, it made her think where did she went wrong for Miguel?

"I showered him enough praises and love,...it hurts..."Y/n whispered as her heart was pounding alot as she started to slide down to the hall wall as she began to break down mentally, emotionally, and physically, It hurts alot why? Why can he do that to her? she spent almost 8 years with him and everything was fine..why did the God chosen her to suffer? What did she did to deserve this? She sobbed as the duster she was holding fall to the floor making a big thud as it hit the floor "Why? Please tell me why..?" She mumble as her vision gets blurry from her tears that she now couldn't control to stop "PLEASE SOMEONE TELL ME WHY!?" She screamed as she breakdown more into tears, as then little footsteps can be heard it was estella she was looking at her mother worriedly and scared as her lips was formed into a frown

"Mama?" Estella started to walk towards her disheveled mother and knelled besides her as she try to put the Stray hair that was covering her mother's face away from her face "mama dont cry please?" Estella was holding her mother's hand as Y/n sob as she pull her daughter into an embrace as she sobbed with Estella her my arms it was so filthy of her making my daughter see her in this state of hers, She sobbed as Estella started to soothe her, calming her abit.

Y/n held her stomach as she felt an aching pain, She started to breathe heavily as Estella started to get teary seeing her mother ventilating then she felt a huge pain she covered her mouth making a muffled scream not wanting to scare her child then Y/n felt a warm drippy liquid between her legs, she looked at the floor it was blood, She started to panic as she covered her daughter's eyes by pressing Estella's head to her chest as she screamed, Y/n felt something get out of her womb.

Then the front door opened as Miguel yelled "Dear am home where are you!?" Miguel yelled as he quickly took off his coat and goes upstairs, As soon as he saw blood his eyes widen as his eyes trailed to the blood and towards Y/n holding their eldest daughter in her arms, covering Estella's eyes as she breathe heavily "Y/n!" Miguel rushed towards Y/n and Estella as Y/n refuse to make eye contact with him

Miguel was checking Y/n's pulse, While she looked at her daughter's blurry figure as she leaned towards Estella's forehead, As Estella look up to her, As her daughter looks at her with her big doe eyes,Y/n smiled as she saw her,As she then leaned down to whisper to Estela's ear "Estella i love you so much my dear..i-i hope that you have a nice.. childhood that i wanted you to have.." then Y/n slowly closed her eyes as her husband yells no repeatedly as she felt her daughter hug her tighter as she scream "mama please don't leave me I'll be a good girl please!" Y/n softly smiled hearing her daughter's voice " Your mama is just gonna sleep for a bit okay?.." Y/n whispered softly, as then everything was blurry.

Author Note:I just edited this since my grammar back then sucks and I don't personally like the first person view at all

[kroosluvr]

First of all, I love your art. It can be both cute and fluffy or extremelly angsty and sad. I know its mostly Persona focused but do you have any other games/movied or even stories of your own that you'd like to make art of in the future?

Also, I love how recently there's at least 2 VioletFox anons and then some more people quietly percieving from the shadows the headcanons/fanfics you and they write. It feels like an underground/rebel radio broadcast from the VioletFox front that must remain hidden from the authorities.

OMG WAAH thank you sooo so much!!!!! im so glad u enjoy my stuff ehehe.... ive found it easy to express myself thru persona charas (royal trio...+a side of ham/urio) so thank u so much eheheh

UHHH OTHER STUFF I LIKE!!! death note (light is my son), ffxiv, honkai star rail/arknights/fate(fgo)/project sekai (sort of.. i havent had the time to play gacha games SDJFSHJAS) namely i want to draw stuff for death note bc. well. altho it may seem persona is my main gig, actually death note makes me so crazy but i havent been able to draw a lot of fanart since i got into it in middle school bc my art SUCKED!!! but i think i can do it now.. just need inspo to strike me dead.... (im sure theres other things i like and want to draw stuff for that im forgetting rn)

i also have ocs!!! that i want to draw for !!!!! but i threw them aside to draw persona.

meet kei akita (brown hair girl) and calix maverick (black hair guy) tldr calix is stupidly suicidal but can't die (he simply goes unconscious and immediately heals no matter what) and kei is a normal highschool girl who attracts danger and often gets into near-death situations. shes a hitman kinda basically. calix is her meat shield READ: best friend... theyd do aynthing for each other. strictly platonic tho bc calix is gay and kei is lesbian :3 mlm wlw solidarity

all of the art above by bitsbyt3s on twt :3 u can see more ocs in my tag... ANYWAYS yeah if i ran out of persona ideas... id want to draw more original things....

LASTLY LMAOO UR SO RIGHT IMCRYING i thoguht there was just 1 but THERE ARE SEVERAL!!! I DONT EVEN KNOW WHOS WHO!!!! it feels fun to be the violetfox ship hub city tho. yessss come here i will feed u violetfox <- SHE NEEDS TO DRAW THEM!!!! PLEASE!!! HURRY!!!!!!! this goes out to u violetfox anons . where wld i be w/o u

[dainangel]

farm boy!heeseung x country girl!reader

w. fluff, suggestive, mentions of food(?) | t. friends to lovers | lower case | author’s note: guys i had an idea in mind i swear idk what happened 😭 i hope you enjoy either way!

🎶: valentine, laufey 

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you and heeseung go way back. like, waaaaaay back. hes basically your partner in crime. 

it all started off when you were at the ripe age of 3, moving into the country side. your parents said it would be good experience. they said it was a “test-run”, but you still ended up living here. there weren’t that many kids for you to hang out with when you were 6. there were no playgrounds, kids on tricycles, and princess parties. horrible, i know. 

you were crying on the dirt floor on a rainy day. you dont even remember what you were so aggravated about. it was raining hard and was slightly dark, and puddles began to form. your mom let you go outside to jump around, leading to your current situation. your face red from crying so much, and it also feeling puffy and numb. you didnt have the willpower to get up from the now forming puddle under you, so you just sat there sniffling and whining. constantly rubbing the bottom of your nose with your hand hand. until you heard a frog croak. you snapped your head around, to only be greeted with a short boy in a blue raincoat, holding the noisy frog. 

you looked up at him, now sunlight beginning to rip through the cloudy skies. his face had some mud stains, and his hands looked as though he scooped up dirt and pebbles. “do you wanna play with frogs with me?” the boy managed to ask. he was definitely shy, and he was definitely grateful you couldnt see the blush on his cheeks. you managed to stifle a “mhm”, before he helped you up and ran with you to a nearby pond. 

that’s how you met lee heeseung. through frickin’ frogs. i know. 

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youre both now older, him being 17 and you being 16. youve basically grown up together.   heeseung could just barge into your house from the back door and go through the fridge and your parents wouldnt do anything. thats how close you guys were. you were always invited to sleep over at heeseung’s house, or have dinner with his family. 

you inhaled, letting the cold weather and breeze fill your senses. you were currently sitting on the edge of a fence, watching heeseung talk to cows. his straw hat was connected to a string currently around his throat, the hat off his head. he was in a dirty pair of baggy overalls and a sleeveless white shirt. dont forget the red working gloves. he was about to round up the cows soon to go inside, until he saw you. “hey heeseung!!” you waved from across the field. he stood up properly and waved back with a smile. how cute. i mean-

you shook your head for letting your intrusive thoughts win. recently, youve been noticing how… attractive heeseung has been looking lately. apparently this is the age where you start to become attracted to people? you dunno what your mom was trying to tell you with that. 

the way his arms would swell up with his veins showing whenever he’d pick up a baby lamb. or how his voice became deeper with every grunt with bending down to feed chickens. raking the hay around the big barn and outside. even his face becoming more chiseled and defined, an adam’s apple already formed ready to bob up and down. 

maybe you were just desperate for a form of love? who knows. 

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you woke up the next day to the sound of a rooster. your hair was a wreck in the mirror, but you didnt care. you didnt bother to change out of your pajamas, wearing sweatpants with a big shirt. downstairs, you yawned, “hi dad and mo-“ 

until you stopped in your tracks, only to see heeseung cooking something. it wasnt unnatural for him to be in your home at random times, but seeing him make breakfast for you was a first-time thing. 

he turned his head to look at you, a soft smile cracking out of his face. “your parents had to head out super early for some work stuff, so they called me over late last night to hang out with you.”

your ears were now turning pink, realizing that heeseung was shirtless. his body nicely toned, except he had a really bad farmer’s tan. man, he was hiding a lot under those thick sweaters and tank-tops. he was wearing grey sweats too, hanging a little loosely showing his black underwear line. not only that, but he was sleeping in your home yesterday. you tried to not stare at his chest, clearing your throat and looking around the kitchen. gosh, the universe really must’ve granted one of your dozens of wishes. he chuckled softly while reading your expression. 

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heeseung knew the effect he had on you. when he taught you how to feed the horses, he’d subtly put his hand over yours. or, his lips almost touching yours whenever he leaned over the table to grab his keys. randomly creeping up behind you and grabbing your waist like it’s an everyday thing. he even blew you a dramatic kiss when he had to go out with his parents to the city. a couple weeks later he came back with expensive trinkets for you. matching bracelets, too. he knew he was driving you mad. and he loved every second of it. 

i mean, how could you two even be described as friends? the elders on the farm sitting on the rocking chairs outdoors drinking or knitting while gossiping about you and heeseung.

“i assure you theyre not friends. i bet you my best sheep on it.”

“oh please, theyre just friends!”

“gosh, gerald, look at their bracelets and the way they look at each other.”

you overheard them once — taking their comments into consideration. what were you and heeseung really? normally friendships had boundaries and a line drawn, but this friendship had too much of a squiggly line. too many boundaries have been crossed. he even kissed you on the cheek when you guys were like— 9.  crazy.

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it was now dark, and you were lying down next to heeseung on a pile of hay. you both were currently in your family’s barn, on the top shack looking up to the roof window. the sky was a beautiful grey and black, with little bright stars sprinkling above. and those thoughts were still clouding your mind. does he really like me? what if this is just platonic? maybe he’s just shy… you said to yourself while you fiddled with your “friendship” bracelet. your cat, mittens, was lying down on your chest, heaving up and down with every intake of breath you took. heeseung was holding a brown chicken (please excuse his weirdness), petting it like it was a dog. you let out a chuckle seeing the way he babied it. 

he sighed, and eventually looked around. he hitched his breath, slowly moving closer to you. your bodies now touching, radiating body heat and aching to feel one another. you could feel your head spinning, beginning to feel drunk off the feeling of his warm arm and wooden-scented cologne. 

an awkward silence entered the space for about 10 minutes straight. just the sound of crickets, hay rustling, purring, and the chicken clucking. it was getting pretty late, and your hopes werent going any higher; but were instead dropping. today was an uncomfortable evening, both of you wanting to say something but not knowing what. 

while sitting up slowly you spoke hesitantly, “well, it was nice hanging out with you hee-“

until he grabbed your face. like, full on grabbed and sat up quickly. he looked at your eyes then lips, hastily pulling them in for a kiss. you could feel your heartbeat speeding up and it traveling to your brain. your ears cancelling out any sound, and your mind going blank. after holding out the kiss for a while, he drew back slowly. he rubbed his nape, now looking embarrassed and ashamed. his mind suddenly back in his head. “sorry, y/n. i should’ve- i should’ve spoken or warned you fir-“ 

now you cut him off, the taste of your soft lips lingering once more onto his rough lips. strawberry chapstick. heeseung could feel his eyes trying to roll to the back of his head. he muffled some random words, not knowing where to put his hands. you slowly held his hands, now facing each other. he eventually placed his hands behind your jaw, deepening the kiss. mittens jumped away at this point, there were small and large pieces of hay in your hair and on his shirt, and the chicken was now sitting in a corner watching this romance story unfold. how interesting. it felt ethereal for him. like it was a dream come true. he’s glad he didn’t chicken out now. (pun intended)

after some soft kissing, it eventually escalated. your body becoming hotter, trying to go closer to heeseung’s body. it soon turned into tongue mixing with tongue, teeth knocking on each other, and a couple slight changes in movement. wow, this escalated far. 

you were now in heeseung’s lap, your hands in his hair and his hands roaming your back and waist. after kissing for about 9 minutes, (from just breathing out of your noses), you let go of the kiss. a pop sound was heard from the disconnection of your lips, and you took in heeseung’s appearance. his lips visibly swollen, and no longer chapped. they were stained a pinkish-res, matching the color of your lipgloss you had on earlier. 

your hair was disheveled, and your sweater falling off your shoulder. 

“i like you, hee. wait- no. i think i love you.” you said shyly, turning your face. heeseung just chuckled lightly, and pulled you into a tight embrace. his nose was against your shoulder, his hand patting your back slowly. “i love you, farm boy” (<3), you said with a huff. you began to wrap your legs around his waist, holding onto his neck with both your arms. the moon now showing through the window, and the stars shining brighter than ever. 

“i love you too, country girl.”

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GUYS IM TELLIING YOU I HAD AN IDEA IN MIND. LIKE- HEAVY INTENSE BUILDUP TYPA IDEA… except i got too impatient and just got to the good/important part 💁‍♀️

anyways, tysm for all the love on my enhypen holiday post! i love all you so much<3

[racmune]

what are your favorite scoutpauling hcs!!

HOLY SHIT THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK!!!!!

UMMM idk how im gonna format this so im just gonna put it in bullet points ig

scout is a big ole hugger and very physically affectionate,, this contrasts with miss pauling being touch starved and really reserved. the way each of them love is something to get used to for both of them but its just works!!

i think miss pauling is very quick to try to ignore her feelings in order to focus on her work rather than a relationship with scout but it ends up coming up over and over again. like perhaps she'll try to convince herself that she can work with him and be normal and ends up fumbling over her words or another flub like that "hey scout i need you, i mean- for-for this" contract line. (i see her being shown to act stern to him in fanon even when she's supposed to be pining, but i think its forgetting the aspect of her character that she's a huge nerd >:33 i just really enjoy scoutpauling pining. scout becomes softer, shyer and more considerate, and miss pauling becomes that "girls when they're in love" meme. i just think they're such a good ship for a slow burn which is so upsetting cause i don't think there's a single scoutpauling-focused fic that's a slow burn. i'd say i'd to take up the torch but i struggle to even write one shots so 💀)

i also like to think that miss pauling notices his insecurities and compliments them. and he gets all flustered but he loves it so much. (yup i did rip this from a measured fic i read but i gotta beef up that wordcount biatch. i am insane abt this pairing i dont think you guys understand yet)

miss pauling is often overworked (as she is lol) and will struggle to take basic care of herself (feeding, sleeping, etc) and as they get closer scout will swing by her apartment often and help her clean up the garbage, water the plants , take her to bed (NON SEXUALLY!!!!11!!! we keep it PG here) and get her some good food

miss pauling will sometimes be so overworked she'll be sleeping sitting up or fall out of her chair and sleep crumpled on the floor. scout is often coming into her office/apartment just to spend some time with her and she'll tell him that she's fine and doesn't need much sleep to keep going. scout let's her go for this but soon he finds her asleep in even more concerning spots and finally says fuck it and cleans up her apartment and tucks her into bed

i feel like scout has put on a tough, "manly" persona all his life to prevent himself from getting bullied (or at least getting affected by it in front of others) but i think miss pauling being a girl able to call him on his bullshit is really good for him to be more down to earth and good for his self esteem in a way? like i think he allows himself to be more vulnerable with her and that feeling rewarded by being loved for what he is rather than just a persona is just really nice.

miss pauling is really capable but also i think shes avoidant to help if its really personal to her and not only her job. miss pauling was raised to be an assassin by the administrator and was never really allowed to just be a PERSON and i think that its kinda nice for her to be able to just have a normal relationship with someone. like, i think their relationship is pretty non-normal lols, but also i think scout can be really nice to her and nurturing to a more personal side of her she often times will have locked up because of her line of work.

if the administrator didnt adopt miss pauling (a big hc i have) i like to think that she had a very cold and unforgiving set of parents (like perhaps she can attach herself so well to the administrator because shes used to authority figures behaving in that way? or something?). i imagine after miss pauling getting well acquainted with scouts family, scout wants to meet her family. scouts family is a lot more warm blooded and caring than miss paulings family, and miss pauling says no at first because of this. scout still wants to go or at least know why miss pauling wont talk about her family, but reconciles that some things she isnt ready for. miss pauling still notices his feelings and decides to bring him over for one dinner. its just the worst for everyone involved. scout is wearing his sunday best which is a goofy haircut and a bowtie because he cant be fancy to save his life and no matter how polite he tried to be his bluntness would always shine through on accident. miss paulings mom would insult her and scoutd get really defensive. hes not allowed back. ;-;

another hc i like is that miss pauling and scout both speak spanish. scout learnt it because he mistook it for the language of love (which, i mean spanish is still a pretty romantic language so i fuck w it) but in miss pauling's case it was her first language. miss pauling is excited to know he speaks her language and he often needs her to slow down her speech for him to keep up which i think is a fun contrast to everyone struggling to keep up with him loll... also this happened valve told me/j

(im also not a spanish speaker so umm if i got smtg wrong then im sooo sorry ;u;;)

i also just really like miss pauling's hyper-activeness and excitability as well,(i didnt say this yet but i also headcanon them both as audhd A LOT) like ive said before its rarely shown in fanon and its upsetting cause i think she's just a silly little character and she's often shown to be the straight man or team mom exclusively…. and i think theres a twinge of fandom misogyny in there but like whatevs ig.

they can work together really well as a unit but also i think they are really nice for just . healing together from fucked up childhoods i guess

ive seen scoutpauling be viewed as a ship with no sauce or spice but i gotta disagree!!! theyre the most concentrated flavour containers ive ever seen in all my years its great

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@saffsketches told me that ill get bullied for this post💀

//ok also have some headcanons from my discord server under the cut, all these are from me but there were a lotta good ones from other members that i just didnt show cause i was too shy to ask to cred LOLS

btw fuck this took post longer to make than i thought it would ;;; ummmmm………….. sorry ;u;

(this one was from when the server was talking about miss pauling having a big ole st bernard named otto in the headcanon channel for context LOL)

ok im done now bye hope yall enjoyed this small peek into the inner machinations of my fucked up mind..... HEHE

[atbussysparks]

Tf2 mercs as dog breeds

+Ms. Pauling bc I love her

Dog breeds under cut

Sniper 👁️🐊🎷 Australian staghound

A quick witted as well as long legged

They have a great sense of spatial awareness. gentle, and at all times alert. they can be very loving with the right people, and stick directly at their side

can survive well in a stressful agrarian environment, but not very well with yappy little dogs in homes

tenacious, hunt-minded, pack leader that was bred to hunt predators, rather than prey.

Heavy💪🏻📗🪆: 1/4th Siberian husky, 3/4ths Caucasian shepherd

Intelligent guardians, defending their loved and almost noble

Their appearance is large and imposing

Siberian husky bc when I think of noble Russian dogs I think of the Alaskan serum run my bad

They can take a great care of children, and they're fluffy

Medic🥼🩸💉 doberman, half canaan

Dobermans have very cut features and I swear to god they just exist to scare people

Even with their ears unclipped, even if they were raised correctly with love, they have the sadistic need to scare me and small children and whatever poor souls come their way

Medic would be a doberman with clipped ears. Also, they kinda look like musical notes to me, which is funny bc he plays the violin

Canaan bc I like to imagine medic as Jewish as well!

Scout🏁⚾💥: half Picardy spaniel, 1/4th greyhound, 1/4th xoloitzcuintli

He brags that his shiny picardy coat is simply because he's the next generation of handsome practical boys his ass do not know 😭

Lean, playful, kinda brainfarted, incredibly fast. Greyhounds have been bred for the best racing body in the world

Xolo just bc I am brown and I fucking love projection, nevermind that he is prime white boy he just pale

Demoman🍻🗡️💣: Rhodesian ridgeback

Violence is his passion and it is very easy to forget

He would just look like a greyhound with a shiny coat, bald patches, and a xolo head.

Despite his lazy, flashy, wannabe, artistic personality, He's still a speed demon, and constantly needs a job to do or authority figure to disrespect.

Large, hearty, and loud

The type of breed you can't free feed because they can't do self regulation. they're mainly independent

They're funny handsome fellers shut up I love demo

Great hunters! They love to look at the chaos after their hunt, all the fun mess

They are very much "Dearly devoted companions," loyal as can be

Pyro🔥🦄❤️‍🔥

This is a strange CREATURE in a rubber suit. He wields fire, the light of the giver's sun and song of control, as a beacon for his morbid pondering

A macabre display of blood and the scent unfurling through the nerves, thick with iron and gas, laced with the crackling curling charred skin.

This is not dog nor human, he has come from the depths of hell and he cannot see it, for all he knows is to play and frolick. Glitter and stickers trace their surroundings. Humanity envies them. He might just be a raccoon 🦝

Engineer 🧑🏻‍🏭🧰🤠: coonhound

AND THE WARDEN SANG COME ON SOMEBODY WHY DONT YOU RUN? OL' RED'S ITCHIN' TO HAVE A LIL FUN

Intelligent, and if they can use that as a means to not have to do a lot of work then by God they're gonna exploit it.

They're good at killing though I tell you that

Pretty darn affectionate, but their specialty is caring. They take care and split up fights.

They're musical too! They can howl and they've got a sorta melody to it. They may not like to share stuff though

Spy🕵🏻‍♂️🍷🎭: Picardy spaniel

I forgor what scout was hold up 💀

They hold themselves to a certain esteem. They are the unseen hunters.

Most of them are good with kids and shit but every french dog I've ever seen was much like their people. Dicks.

Silent and stalking, they'd prefer their own space

Regal and untelling of their true love.

Soldier 🪖🍯🎖️: pitbull

Clownish and patriotic, they're very misread as naturally aggressive and evil. Them bitches CANNOT lock their jaw. There's more to them!

I have a pitbull and she loves running around being free, but she's also fast to act, dumb of ass

For some reason they can smile really hard 😭😭😭🩷🩷🩷

They can be aggressive! Loud and demanding! Pure muscles and surprisingly easy to flip over for belly pets

They love to watch stuff break. They love to be squished. They love to love. They're food driven

Ms. Pauling 🩸👓💼: groenendael

Does a lotta dirty work

Highly trainable, and loyal. They can be affectionate. Just, a liiiittle but averse to deep love

Elegant, but much more brawny. Determinate and eager to please

Sleeper build fr

They know more than one would think, and are observant. Workaholics need a break dawg 💀

(as a cat I think she'd be a calico)

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Dark!Aemond x oc (Pillars of salt, pillars of sand, Chapter one)

🔷Summary: You are Rhaenyra and harwins daughter, Jace's twin sister. You dont expect when Floris, your best friend, writes you that she is sick, to find your uncle at Storm's end. He offers you a choice. Bend the knee to Aegon or see your brother be fed to his dragon. It is not a difficult choice to make. But as with difficult choices, the consequences are much harder to carry than the choice.

🔷Author's note: Another dark aemond because idk how to write anything else. Though you are warned, i try to out-dark my aemonds everytime.

🔷Warnings: Wounds, torture, eye-removal, bastardy, corrupt guards, kidnapping, hostage-taking, torture, non-con and high valyrian that is not so good because my translator was off. GORE BLOOD (Found anything else? Let me know) forced marriage, abuse, material abuse.)

Your dragon knows the way to Storm’s end all too well. You have been there countless times with Justyce before, after all. Name Day parties with Floris Baratheon, grant balls where both of you snuck out to the kitchen to steal chocolate cakes, and of course the new and certainly not appreciated suitor-meetings that your stepfather and her father set up for both of you. ‘’You are a princess, Maella. The only princess we have. You will do your duty, and marry.’’ Daemon Targaryen would say.

A prince, Daelor from Volantis was supposed to be your suitor for that night. Poor Daelor never had met an actual dragon before, and you have the feeling he won’t soon forget how you threatened to cut his balls and to feed them your own dragon for squeezing your ass. 

You take the reins of Justyce in your right, dominate hand, steering the dragon through the gathered storm clouds, to the impressive castle that lies below, almost hidden and covered. In your other hand, you hold the letter your friend, your closest and most important childhood friend wrote you. Floris’s words echo through your head as you land your dragon in the courtyard. Once this was a difficult task but now you are used to the space you have. You land without kicking over a flower basket. 

Dearest Maella.

I am not well since a few moons ago. I feel as if the Stranger can come get me any moment now. I fear we will never find out if that prince will declare war on us all for your insult with your dragon. My friend, I know your mother’s labor is soon and I understand you are a busy woman who gains more responsibility and power every passing day. Yet I do hope we can say goodbye to one another, one last time. Perhaps even have a chocolate cake while we are at it. 

Your friend in life and whatever comes after, Floris Baratheon.

Storm’s end would not be named Storm’s end if it wasn’t storming there often. Now is unlike any other day. The rain reminds you of how you broke down crying once the letter from Floris reached you. You often wonder if the weather is the reason most Baratheons are that gloomy, Floris included. She is a marvelous person but she has an improper dark humor befitting a servant of the stranger, not a lady. You feel worry starting to grow as you look at the doors of the impressive stronghold. You remember playing here when you were both 6 summers old, with Floris. How time flies. You can't imagine a life without her. So you won’t.

You straighten your back, eye the guards that are standing near to the door and speak with a loud voice, and for a moment you even feel the storm hold back when you yell your titles at the commander, demanding to be let in. ‘’I am Princess Maella of house Velyaron. I am here to see my friend.’’ The commander nods, before escorting you inside, together with the other men.

You are forced to follow him, but you have the feeling something is amiss. ‘’Commander Storm, you don’t have to escort me. I know the way very well.’’ You tell him, catching up with his long legs. He refuses to meet your eye as he announces you to the Baratheon throne room, and once more your titles are heard. 

‘’Princess Maella of house Velyaron. Daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen.’’ So he has not heard yet that your mother became Queen. You enter the room, impatiently waiting for them to open the doors for you.

You know the shortcut to the staircase, to Floris’s bedroom very well. Floris’s bedroom is on the tirth. You plan to run past Lord Borros. Lady Elenda is likely off reading somewhere so you won’t have to worry about her. She always asks the most nonsense things. ‘’How are you doing, princess? Is your mother well, princess? Are you engaged yet, princess?’’ You wish she would just let you be.

The guard’s footsteps blend in well with your own, echoing in the ancient halls of storm’s end. You anxiously play with your braided hair as you pass into the dark halls and enter the throne room. This is where the grant balls are held, the majestic feasts are thrown and the guests are received. 

You have been here countless times before. Yet this time feels unmistakably different. It is as if you are asleep and can awake any moment now. From a good, nice dream. 

You can feel life being drained from the room before you enter. You wonder if that is what being sick is like. The letter said Floris was ill, but it did not mention any family members. Your speed of walking on increases and increases and before long you are running into the throne room, lifting your red with black gown to avoid tripping on the fabric.

You want nothing more than to go right up Floris’s rooms, to see your friend. To say your goodbye. Tears sting your eyes as your painful chest and muscles remind you you are not used to running so fast, so long and so carelessly. It is unbefitting, but you think that this calls for an exception from your usual properness. You want to rush to the door, to the stairs, to your friend. 

But someone stops you, by calling out your name in a soft, yet tauntingly dark matter. ‘’Lady Strong. How lovely it is to see you again.’’ Chills go down your spine when those words are spoken to you. There is one man that you know that possesses the audacity to use that insult openly, for he has done so before during a dinner. He speaks more confidently now than he did during that night. Your legs stop, frozen and glued to the stone floors.

Your uncle, Aemond Targaryen calmly stands left of Lord Borros’s throne, slightly tilting his head at you as his only good eye goes over your body, judging your dress. His hands remain on his back, properly. He carries a sword. You did not think to bring any weapons. You would visit your friend. Why would she harm you?  

He stares you down, changing you to deny your true parentage. He wants you to scream at him that you are not a Strong, or perhaps as Jace did, slap him in the face. Both are tempting. Yet you manage to ignore him. He knows how to get under your skin. But you know nothing will annoy him more than ignoring him, pretending he does not matter. Just as he did not matter before he claimed Vhagar. He wants attention, the bully that he is.

You notice a beautifully dressed figure standing aside of him, wearing both the Baratheon colors and a smile. Her smile is enough to break your heart, and to make it bleed. You scowl. Floris Baratheon is there. And she looks far from sick.

Floris is terrified, as her smile is forced and her hands are folded to hide the fact that they tremble. There are a lot of thoughts going through your mind but the one thought that connects it all is treason.

You eye the guards that stand behind you, keeping an eye on you closely. You force yourself to remain calm and glance at Aemond unfazed. You turn your head to Floris, letting your glare be noticed. You want her to feel your anger before you run at her, ignoring your dress and your heels. You don't have a weapon. You don't want to hurt her.

You just want to shake her a bit. Perhaps hit sense into her. You are known for your mother's beauty...And her awful temper. "Lady Floris!" You speak, forcing your voice to become joyful and full of condescension. You hope that she hears the thinly veiled ire in your voice. You hope she can hear your pain. "I received word you were ill. So I came to you. Yet here you stand, dressed and well, with a traitor. For the sake of our friendship, explain yourself." You demand her as her princess.

If Aemond Targaryen gave a damn about your insults he does his best to not show it. He is in all ways; Unbothered. 

Lord Borros listens to the conversation unfold as well as Floris, her mother and her sisters. Yet no one defends Floris. No one.

Aemond finally steps closer and closer to you, closing the distance rapidly. You back away, intimidated. Only when he can reach for you, you let go of Floris. You are seething. 

You left your mother for this. Your mother who can have her baby any moment now. Your mother who always warned you about picking your friends so carefully.

The prince speaks, wettening his soft pink lips before his soft yet rough voice fills the hall. "I am insulted. You should know to treat her uncle better than that, little princess." He speaks. "You might learn I took something important from you." He adds with a smirk. 

You scoff. Aemond does not know you. He never bothered to do so. He only cares for himself. He has nothing on you. You smugly reply. "I don't think you would be able to recognize what is important to me , not even if it slapped you across your face, uncle. You barely know who I am."

He returns a pleased smile, happy with your answer. Pleased even. The smile is forced and broad, terrifying you in every sense of the word. ‘’Isn’t family important to you?’’ He asks.

He knows it is.

‘’It is. Which is why I am returning to Dragonstone right now. The gods will grant my mother another child today.’’ you smirk, preparing to leave the castle.

The guards stop you before you can, however. You freeze as you watch Aemond give them the command, to turn you around and to bring him to you. "Lord Borrros! Lord Borros!" You speak, your voice betraying your fear.

Aemond smirk becomes bigger and bigger befitting a truely sick monster. ‘’I have something important.’’ He repeats once you are in front of him. He stares at your lips softly, running a finger over it. "Hm." He mutters to himself when you take a step back. He chuckles. "īlon istan naejot dīnagon, byka līve." He hisses in your ear. You take in the words in shock.

We were supposed to marry.

Aemond ignores you and gestures to the guards to bring him something. ‘’Bring him." He barks.

The staircase door is unlocked and Commander Storm takes something as you await Aemond's surprise. 

When you see who it is, your heart drops. It is your little brother, Lucerys. 

His dark black hair is cut, with clear scars on his head revealing what happened to it. His face is the worst. His beautiful once so sweet face. He has a split lip, missing teeth and a bloody nose. His eyes are closed. You run to him, unable to stop the tears from streaming down your face.

Aemond grabs your arm, holding you back from your brother. "I have him, Lady Strong. Look at what I did with your little bastard brother." He boasts proudly. You smack Aemond on his nose, anger getting the better of you. He growls as an angry beast. "I will return that insult, little whore.' He growls at you, forgetting his happiness and pride. Good.

You pretend you aren't afraid of him. You are dragged by him to Lucerys. Aemond approaches you in his arms, as if you belong to him. Aemond even smells your hair as you turn away, disgusted. He mutters in your ear. "Jāhor aōha orvorta tuzigho hae sȳz, nyke pendagon?" You gasp by those words and wonder if he is jesting. He has to be.

Yet one look and you can tell he is not. You hear the words again finding the translation easy.

Will your cunt smell as good, I wonder? That is what he said.

The Baratheons have no idea that your uncle said that to you. Luc needs you first.

"Luc! Luc, speak to me." You beg him, when shaking his body full of bruises, kneeling down beside him. You glare at Aemond. "You monster!"

Aemond chuckles. "Careful, Lady Strong. You are already on your knees."  You cradle lucs body. You place your ear on his heart and hear a soft beating. You break into tears. He is alive. Thank the gods.

He advances on both of you and you protect Luc. Aemond snaps his fingers and points at you. Two guards from Borros take you into custody when Aemond takes Lucs body. He kicks luc awake with his leather boots. You scream when it happens for it to stop until your throat is dry.

Finally luc's eyes go open along with his mouth to moan in pure pain and agony. You search for his eyes. But he has none. He has two hollow sockets where once an eye used to be. It is stitched up badly and quickly. Unlike Aemonds scar. They bothered to take their time. This is rushed. The blood still drips. 

Aemond digs in the pocket of his coat before proudly presenting you the familiar brown lovely eyes of your brother. "They are a bit too big to play marbles with, but they do look marvelous don't they lady strong?"

You scream a second time. A soldier is annoyed by it and slaps you to shut you up across your face. Aemond sighs when putting the eyes back, kicking luc until he doubles over on the ground. Luc is blinded. "I never thought you were capable of this." You speak to Aemond. "I thought you..."

The prince smirks. "You thought wrong. You know nothing about me. Which is why I was able to set this lovely trap. Your friend wrote you the letter, "I have you now, Lady Strong."

"No." He does not have you. You refuse to believe that. You refuse to accept any of this. You whimper for your brother. Your beautiful brother. He will never see again. 

The monster grows impatient and he growls at you, spitting in your face on accident."Yes, I do. You have two choices. You will come with me to King's Landing and bend your knees to my brother, or I will feed Lucerys  to Vhagar." He says.

Your stomach turns. "Yo-you can't uncle. We are family. You would never risk starting a war-"

"The war started the second my brother was born years ago. You are blind and naive. Don't worry, my sweet little niece. I will educate you.'" You hear a double meaning there that terrifies you. He asked about your cunt before. He reminded you that you were supposed to be married. 

"Now, will you be a sweet good girl for your uncle, or will you be a bad one?" He chuckles before dragging his nails over your back, causing holes in your dress and pressing your front to his own. He takes hold of your throat and smirks. "You will make the choice; little Lady Strong. Just make sure you make the right one."

a/n:

yeah its another story woop woop hope you all like it.

Specially edited for the redacted

[cogbreath]

what is your opinion on pro ship discourse? I know it is a tough or awkward subject, you do not have to answer this

im not proship myself but at the same time it seems completely unrealistic and infeasible to try to put a stop to it, people r gonna write and create stuff like that no matter what, and i genuinely do believe that some of it is done for shock value/attention , and giving it a response or acknowledgment is what they want. basically i take a sort of "dont feed the trolls" mentality about it. i dont want to see it but i also dont want to let it get to me. the internet is a place where theres some truly heinous and nasty shit out there and i feel like you'll destroy yourself mentally if you make it a major thing to worry about.

i do kinda live online but the fsct is that for the most part (outside of some things ive heard abt happening at like fan conventions) that it can be avoided by logging off. so becsuse of that as well i dont find it exactly an issue thats worth prioritising the way some ppl who r against pro-ship stuff are.

way more important things to spend your life worrying over.

what i find very annoying is the whole "dont like dont read" defense, and its really pathetic and stupid the way proshippers act like their writings are immune from criticism, or that any criticism that is against the subject matter in their writings is invalid, and they cry "harassment" too often.

frankly you shouldnt be surprised also that ppl will tell you to kill yourself and think thst youre disgusting if youre writing that kind of stuff, and i cant feel sorry for you if you dont have the backbone to take it. if its a problem then stop writing that stuff lol. if u have the guts to do it you should have the guts to handle the hate.

also the way some of them literally compare criticism to actual book burnings and police violence??? which is racist and ludicrous.

a lot of them also looveeee to use lolita as a gotcha but the truth is their writings are nothing like nabokovs in terms of quality and worth, and they dont seem to realise he wrote that as a critique of the normalisation and glamourisation of pedophilia.

out of morbid curiosity i once read a fanfic that touted itself as being inspired by such. i wanted to see what that author thinks being inspired by nabokov's work means, and not big surprise, it was masturbatory slop.

sure its possible that you can write fanfic that involves dubious subjects like that and do it well, but its rare.

irt to people who say they write it to cope, i have my doubts on that as well unless its a story where its clear that characters involved will grow and heal, or its very clear its written as a cautionary tale or something to that effect. maybe some ppl out there legit do cope with writing something that i find to just be nasty masturbatory slop, i dont know, but i dont know if thsts actually a healthy coping mechanism.

many ppl say that if you want to do that you should make it all original, but i think we are past that point, and fanfic is a medium that a lot of ppl use to express and cope about things. I've done it myself (albeit unpublished) and i find that argument to mostly be based in that they feel its cringe bc its fanfic rather than anything to do with genuine criticism.

ive also noticed the emergence of new terms like "comship" ? i kind of forget whst this means i think its like being neutral on it? i find it a bit shitty that ppl consider neutrality on it to be a bad thing? i csnt blame someone for not giving a shit about it. i think its lame to expect everyone whos involved with fandom to pick a camp to sit in, especially when the subject matter is often triggering. someones neutrality could be bc they dont want to think about it too much for that reason.

and as far as it goes though for RPF? i think it's really not THAT bad of a thing. especially bc in all honesty its moreso about that persons public persona. & just because its parasocial doesnt mean its wrong to do, thats simply a descriptor of the dynamic between fanbases & public figures. there is some absolutely NASTY and questionable stuff out there especially like for kpop bands 😭

that being said public figures do have the right to be uncomfortable about it either way and i do find it unfortunate and disrespectful that fans arent willing to listen to them when/if they say they dont like having it written about them. ABSOLUTELY shouldnt write it about irl minors though regardless.

oh and also like if ur writing it about like. ur coworker or someone u kno personally thats kinda really creepy . but its also not wrong to fantasise about people thought crimes arent real. just. dont publish it or show them that

anyway feel free to disagree with anything i have an open mind abt this most of its based off personal inference i havent rlly ever discussed it much ^_^

[caguaydreams]

JOTAHAN FANWORKS IS A03???

I DONT KNOW HOW TO USE THE WEBSITE SO LIKEE-

CAN U LINK SOME OF THEM

A fellow Jotahan enjoyer is DESPERATE for the crumbs. The time has come, I shall unveil my true nature in order to lend you a hand. We'll survive this together, Anon!

Ohhh boy, where to even begin. I know the bewildering absolute lack of fanart out there and my comment about crumbs might sound discouraging, and could make it seem like a worse situation than it actually is. But do not fret! AO3 got ur back! (I must apologise in advance for rambling, but honestly many of these fics are amazing and I owe their writers my life. Feel free to scroll down to the bit where I put the links to fics, lists, and authors that sometimes carry this ship on their backs).

I'm gonna list a bunch that I've recently been bookmarking in the website, as part of my months long personal crusade to read every single Jotahan work up there, and I'm kinda halfway through now I think, so I've got the stuff. Currently, there's a total of 393 Jotahan fics on the Archive, not all of them are the best quality, naturally, but that's okay, because the good fics are— and I'm gonna stress this out— The. Shit. Some Jotahan writers are wonderful masters of their craft, to the point you'll most likely eventually forget that, canonically, Rohan and Jotaro barely even exhange a few words in the first place! There is utterly delightful, suuuch delectable material here; fics that made the ship for me and elevated it from lol funny crackship to one of my top tier favorite romances/relationships of all time, in all of media, period.

You'd think, initially, that authors have to do some crazy acrobatics to settle on how they'd go about fulfilling the task of feeding dying starving suckers like me; how they'd go about making a relationship between these characters believable and feasible. But! surprisingly, there have come to be actual tropes in Jotahan narratives, stemming from how oddly natural their dynamic flows when you just give it some thought. My brain decided to conclude one day, that this is sorta like stepping into different possibilities of how Rohan and Jotaro would hit it up, because some fics can be quite similar in their approaches, but nonetheless distinctive and remarkable all the same. These characters can work SO well together, for better or worse, that there's no questioning it anymore for me. You'll understand, or maybe not (maybe you already do) but regardless I think you'll have fun checking these out!

So without further ado, and before I go on an errand of an essay about how this ship deserves more love and attention than it gets, I'm gonna drop the links. I know AO3 can look messy or be intimidating for people who are not familiar with the interface, but the first thing that will come in handy is knowing about pairing tags: your typical character/character tag that is often the first one you see following the title of a fic. If its got the characters of your preference, click on it, and you'll be sent to all the works in the Archive that feature that tag . You can start browsing for goodies from there! here's the tag to the huge assortment of fics starring the couple of mildly disfunctional adults that we want to see together.

And here is a lil bit of my latest (on-going) effort to build up a personal list of favorites and must-reads:

Underneath Perfection by Shorktooth ; I'm gonna be biased, because this one right here is my absolute. favorite. Nothing comes close. I'm even getting a little emotional by barely thinking about it. Actually, not entirely sure, but it was the fic that first sold me on this pairing when I wanted to give it a chance. Get-together fic, fairly long but definitely worth it. Not tedious, very fun, lots of variety, lots of incredibly sweet moments, it's a good deal all around. Of course there are little details here and there that keep it from being perfect, but they're minor and insignificant when viewing the whole picture. Much respect for how the author handles these characters, the progression of events, the story's pacing, and overall how organic everything feels; how natural. There are a bunch of scenes that have been embedded in my mind for months, and bits of dialogue I even reference and feel are strongly akin to what Jotaro or Rohan would actually say, even if this is fanwork. Okay, okay, I'll stop here because I'm saving my final thoughts for when I finish reading this story; Stone Ocean's animated adaptation must reach its end first. This fic follows Rohan and Jotaro across parts 4 to 6 of JJBA, so if anyone's avoiding spoilers they might have to be wary of those, skip this fic, or put it on hold like I did. Can't wait for part 6 to be over so I can get back to this work lmao. Its ending will probably crush me and be painful as hell but I don't care

How Soon Is Now? by Morioh-Cho-Radio (crimsonherbarium) ; Listen, one cannot talk about Jotahan fanfiction without mentioning "How Soon Is Now?". Underneath Perfection is my personal favorite no questions asked, but this series??? this is a must-read. Mandatory almost. Fuck, I haven't even gotten past the first three or four works in this collection but I tell you it's amazing (forever saving the rest for when I have the time to sit down and immerse myself into it because it is that special). It's got 10 single chapter stories in total, varying in lenght. Crimsonherbarium is one of those authors that manage to rightfully appropiate these characters and what they're about; nothing feels out of place, and the writing is just *chef kiss* it is thoroughly polished and hooks me in instantly, every single time. This fanfic even has its own playlist! and the songs selection, both for it and the fic titles, I think is fitting as hell for Jotahan, what else can I say?? read this series. go go go!!! have a feast!!

oh i know (it goes on, it gets old) by theultimateburrito ; Oh man... this one is something else. Is its own thing, I believe. Single chapter, kind of a long read, but you'll be enthralled. Feels like a novel, and it's not ncesarily out there, romantically speaking. The words I'm looking for to describe it are subtlety, and patience. It's a very unique short story that features comfortable company, familiarity, introspection, Rohan being his insatiably curious self, and one intriguing mystery that sounds straight out of Araki's work. I won't spoil it, but there's a particular place that I didn't even know existed irl until I read this fic and that on itself is maddeningly funny to me.

Now, some improvised picks of mine, done in speedreading fashion, because I've read too many works by now and can't actually think of what to put in here (keeping this list relatively brief and simple was more difficult than I thought). A list consisting of short stories to pick up on the go, separated by the general feeling I get from them:

Short and sweet:

Art Kids by anarchaick ; mild parallels made between Rohan and Noriaki, as well as Jotakak mentions are quite common. How these affect the mood of the story or the nature of Rohan and Jotaro's relationship is up to the fic, but in this one that is simply heartwarming

old recipe, new need by bishounen_curious ; this one's a sickfic, and it encapsulates some aspects of their dynamic SO well. I love this ficlet. It's all in the details, and the Domesticity

Ecotone by kujo (curricle) ; please read this one. That's it just read it. It is plain, bitesized perfection

the loneliest whale by pinkdarkboy ; wholesome, cute, and works as a comfort story

Short and steamy (not necesarily explicit):

Falling In Love by Kinda sad this one's by an orphan account :') regardless, it is a great read

Short and angsty/bittersweet:

It Is What It Is by illmoure ; .... sigh. Conflicting feelings about this one, but because it is an incredible work expertly written to achieve that purpose. Also, last Jotahan fic (yet...?) by one of the BEST writers for this ship. I'll later just drop a link to them directly

Save the speeches, flowers are for funerals by Morioh-Cho-Radio (crimsonherbarium) ; Hanahaki disease, I eat that shit up. It is the perfect combination of angst and romantic yearning, and as it is to be expected from this fic's writer here, this is another banger.

Short and funny:

useless questions by bishounen_curious ; weed shenanigans. It's pretty humorous, but that isn't mutually exclusive with tenderness, or physical intimacy. Therefore, I was torn between putting this one under the Short And Steamy category, but the first half is fairly hilarious on its own right so, yeah.

the death of kishibe rohan (1999, colorized) by oredatte ; Rohan being ridiculous, give it a read if you're looking for pure absurdity. Just satire here, and a bit of second-hand embarrasment

Short AU ficlets that are really nice:

A Sort of Homecoming by Morioh-Cho-Radio (crimsonherbarium) ; Japanese folklore inspired, in which Rohan is a yokai inhabiting a long abandoned place that belongs to Jotaro's family. I JUST noticed the fic was temporarily removed, but I read it long ago and still remember how beautiful it was. Actually, anything written by Morioh-Cho-Radio is absolute gold. ... pssst, you can still find this story via the Wayback Machine, but you didn't hear it from me—

Beyond the Sea by illmoure ; Mermay fic :) Marine Biologist Kujo Jotaro has a fascinating encounter. This one's just straight up lovely and refreshing

tears of heliades by pinkdarkboy ; inspired by the tale of Pygmalion and Galatea from Greek mythology

I was planning on listing authors who deserve way more than a honorable mention, but the post was getting too long, and I simply find it hard to rush a selection like that. Maybe some other time? Although, definitely do check out some of the writers whose work has already been featured above!

Oof.... Being honest, there are many more titles I wish I could just gather in one place but I haven't had the time yet. This pairing has provided me with an endless amount of comfort, besides being mostly a what-if scenario, but it quickly turned just as important to me as the source material it came from. Fanfiction can feel just as valid and impactful as media published by conventional means, and I'll think about these stories from here on out, long after I found them. I'll think of these characters, and the silly little made up reality in my head where they're genuinely happy, finding comfort and a safe space with each other, growing and developing with time, and it'll make me smile like a total fool. I really don't mind that in the slightest 🎶

[mymindisacage]

A DAISY PUSHER

ignore how my book is named after a julie album

Dear Diary,

Dreams die here. Dreams die in North Canton, Ohio. And not fun dreams, not the ones where you're like: "I wanna be a doctor!", no. Dreams of living. Dreams of actually being a normal fucking person. Those dreams die.

People curse you for telling your story and claiming it's not realistic, so let me spoon-feed you the truth: This isn't some sob story. This isn't a sad tale you hear on the news of some girl who killed herself, this is real life. My real life. And you're just afraid to believe it.

You're afraid because you know it'll happen to you.

Sylvia Iva Kuznetsova

STORY INFO

psych fiction, realistic fiction, first person pov, original character pov, original characters, no fandom/non fandom

north canton, ohio; irwin, pennsylvania; russian/slavic roots; german/european roots; language barrier

angst, deteriorating mental health, family issues, family tensions, family deterioration, pov starts off normal, gifted kid burnout, wlw relationship, queer representation

STORY WARNINGS

suicide, self-harm, major character loss, substance abuse, eating disorders/disordered eating, sexual assault/rape, i think im forgetting something

author has adhd, author forgets about story, author focuses more on thinking of story content rather than creating it

hey guys im rivers. if you dont know me from tiktok, my tags are @mymindisacage (my main) and @mymindisacharger (my spam). this blog exists simply to dump EVERY SINGLE DETAIL about my original characters in a place where it actually has a chance to survive.

if you're interested in me as an individual, please go to my blog @mymindisacharger.

i have autism and adhd, which results in my art being a way of expressing myself. my book is also my special interest, and currently my hyperfixation. other hyperfixations i have are:

physical disability, epidemiology, neuropsychology [ 13 / 3 / 24 ]

feel free to submit any asks about me, my book, or my characters!! ^__^

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