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jaylleoo14 · 6 months

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TO MY LEONA LOVERS THIS ONE IS FOR YOU

Slightly suggestive!

okay okay so I was sitting on the floor thinking of stupid little Azul (love that man (っ´Ι`)っ)and working on the Amnesia Drabble I had of him which soon led me to thinking of Ruggie and how it'd be so cute to go on dates with him (Ahhhh! Hes so precious!) and then suddenly my mind drifted onto Leona and then some books I wanted to read.

Rivals to lovers or enemies to lovers is such a juicy and titillating trope for him omg! Like I can imagine it so vividly, like yessssssss. Imagine being a strong woman (Doesnt have to be physically of course) that of course he respects but will absolutely do his best to still try to one up you. Of course you reciprocate that and you always go all out whenever he's on the field with his team. Or maybe even though it isn't seen to be entirely fitting, think about being Academic Rivals with him! Literally anything between you two is a competition haha^^

Aside from your sex though, he wont go easy on you just cus of that factor. No, it's because he acknowledges your capabilities. Your passion and your spirit. Your witty and snarky remarks, which is always seemingly having him stay on his toes. Of course he carries respect for you, that is obvious. And honestly, even though he doesn't show it- it does excite him. You give him something to look forward to and you entertain the prince well.

"You could be my new personal jester with how much you like to entertain me, Herbivore."

"I bet that's all you ever dream about when you sleep. I'm a little touched to know you think of me so much~"

"Tch. Whatever your delusional ass self thinks."

But he's not denying it. Hes not denying it! Secretly, just secretly when all you think about is the competition, he's here not only trying to win the little rivalry you two share but your heart as well! Ah but he's such a big wuss>< Sometimes when you arent even looking the classmates behind him would see his tail wagging from side to side like a satisfied dog (Ironic since lions are from the feline tree).

When he sees you do better than him on a test by a mark or two, maybe even three! He cant help but just let out an unamused huff, turning his head as if he didn't care. And while you think it's just cus he's sucking it up or maybe acting like he doesnt care, he only turns his head to hide his face from you so you dont see the little smirk he has. God he loves seeing your prideful self, the way you so confidently and happily brag at how much better you did. But of course, he can always one up you anytime if he so wished too.

Before he knows it, he's up thinking about you. Shit, what kind of feelings are these? Before he only strived to do well in these kinds of things to only try and beat you, to see you grit your teeth in annoyance as he prides himself with his athletic abilities or his test scores. Now you have him staying up late and irritated, he should be asleep by now. You must've have done something, Something to have set him off. It drives Ruggie wonders that sometimes he'd actually try and study for some tests. You really managed to switch him up...

It was only until you were being chased by a group of guys from the same dorm all for swiping some food (but your reasoning was that you were hungry okay-). Running in a hurry you see Leona up ahead, walking at a good pace. Determined to just run passed him to run away from the crowd, you speed up your pace to turn the corner just as how he also turns the corner. When you make the turn you're caught off guard greatly, as his arms catch you with great force to the point you almost let go of your sandwich in your hands. He pulls you over to a nearby bush, one that was big enough to hide you both perfectly. Even better was that the bush was big enough to mask your guys scent. It was perfect.

"Leona what are you-!"

"Shh. Quiet." He leans his head a little lower with a stern look on his face, his green jeweled eyes angular as he looks on over you. The crowd continues running ahead with their haughty shouts and displeasure. Soon passing you both with no second thoughts.

"i'm doing you a solid. You should be thankful ya little thief."

You're caged in between his arms, lying under him on the grass. The sun pierces through the long blade of leaves and shines on his sea of brown hair beautifully as if running cacao simmered down. "I didn't ask for your help you know. I would've been perfectly fine without you." His body shadows over you, as if blanketing you under him.

He gives you a grin, leaning down a bit more as he eyes the sandwich crushed in your hands. "Really now? Because that sandwich sure isnt in the best condition."

You peer down, not knowing that the sandwich was squeezed and squashed in your grip. It was completely ruined.

"Fuck"

With the crowd gone, there was just silence between the two of you. Only getting conscious now of how literally close you two were. There was that feeling again simmering up from his chest. It felt like he was a kettle starting to slowly boil up. Now it makes sense. He understands these feelings, now that he has you under him like this. Being so close to you so discreetly as if you two were rebel teenagers hiding away from your guys parents.

"You're so annoying you know that?" He suddenly states. It definitely catches you off guard but you're quick to answer. You're annoying in the way that you're on his mind with the constant want of him being next to you like this.

"Huh? Where'd that come from all of a sudden? You're the one who put us in this position in the first place!"

You're starting to squirm around, getting irritated that you're in this situation with your competitor. But he goes on to firmly hold you still.

"Hey, stop that. You're gonna get all the sauce on me. I'm gonna smell." He says in a bit more firm tone.

"Then get off of me, I'm gonna go get me another sandwich." You say rather harshly. You reciprocate the firm look on his face as you slightly push yourself up, the leaves hitting your face a little.

"You mean steal another one? I'll pay for it. So stop causing trouble around."

You're a bit caught off guard. Leona seemed rather more... Whats the word. Gentle with you? You two have never been this intimate before, its a rather new feeling. He liked it.

"Hmm how about this. You accompany me to go get something to eat and I pay for it. Sounds like a pretty good deal dont you think?"

The way he says it so casually with that little smirk of his, his eyes looking so focused on you as if reading what you were thinking. His hand on your wrist as he hovers over you. It kinda sounds like he was asking you out on a-

"Date..."

"What?"

Huh. What. WAIT WHAT. You didn't mean to say that out loud! Oh no, you're face is getting hot, your heart is speeding up, your expression is pulled back into one of shock. "W-wait don't get me wrong! It just kinda sounded like a date! Argh what am I even saying?! God this is just so-"

"Yea, why not. Lets go out on a date." He brings your hand up to his mouth, licking the sauce off your hand as the crumpled up sandwich lays on the grass next to you. You're silenced as he his lips get into contact with you fingers, nibbling it against his canines ever so slightly as he laps up the dewy and runny substances. His eyes switching them up to meet yours.

"Just the two of us, i'll make sure to get you a better sandwich than that cheap one." He seems to love the look on your face, the way you're just taking all of this in. The way your face is an indescribable red. He's practically relishing himself in your quite yet loud reaction.

"relax, I aint gonna force you if you dont want to. I can take a reje-"

As he brings your hand down, before he could finish his sentence you go in and angle your head to the side. His ears perk up, so do his tail. You lean in forward, licking the side of his lips. When you pull back you're met with a surprised lion.

"Hehe, I wouldn't mind that. A little date with my competitor, I wonder how that'll go" You lean yourself back, your elbow helping you stay propped up. My god are you just so perfect. The way you just make his heart skip beats, he can finally admit it now. As much as he wanted to beat you in certain subjects and fields, he wanted to be yours all the more. He's always known. You're rivalry just being an excuse for him to keep having you close to his side like this. He's always liked you. But is it too early to say that he loved you? No, definitely not. He loves every part of you. He's already seen the more dirtier and flawed parts of you, and you've seen his. If you both have accepted each other doesn't that already prove much how much you two are willing to be with one another? That just gives you more time and more reason to find more of the beauties hidden within you both, all the more to love you and all the more for you to love him.

A strong smile is plastered on his face as the shade of the leaves hover over him, covering the both of you like a dome. "Hmm, how convenient for the both of us then." He leans in till your heads are almost touching, that is until his ears perk up and he turns his head away. You're caught off guard by this as you watch him look back and let out an irritated stare.

"Rook get your ass out of here damn it." He says it in such a bad and sour mood. Leona gets off of you and shifts his body towards where Rook seemingly was.

"Oh how utterly splendid indeed! I have always been so marveled by your ultra senses Roi du Lion! Sincerest apologies, I wasn't trying to soil the mood or interrupt you two. But I couldn't help but watch the beauty of love unfold right in front of my eyes! Such a fierce lion showing such tenderness towards his lioness! Ahhh such beauté! It drives me to tears!"

"Ah..." Well, this is embarrassing really. To think the two of you got caught like this. You really felt like a rebel teenager getting caught by your parents, who were oddly... Supportive? Regardless, it was still embarrassing. As Leona drives Rooks persistent self away, with full success he comes back to you and crouches down to help you up.

You two have a date to head to now. People have always known about your guys rivalry, but what a true shocker it'll be when people start finding out when you two start going out. I mean, every king needs his queen eventually. And you fit the throne to his heart perfectly. <3

#twst #twisted wonderland #leona kingsholar x reader #leona twst #leona kingscholar #disney twst #twst x reader #twst imagines #leona twisted wonderland #rook hunt #reader insert #jellorambles #okay goodnight yall TT #I had to write this before my brain juices shut down #and I lost the ideas #but leona!!! ><

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thatsparrow · 1 month

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debriefing thoughts on mafia nanny after having read it all in one sitting*

*all that's available so far without accessing additional episodes, which is currently up to ep25 (spoiler warning, etc. etc.)

I'm genuinely enjoying it so far! I think it's very charming and has lots of well-developed characters and dynamics (undeniable highlight is mikey, on his own, but also him and davina together, him as motivation for davina to stay in the house, him and gabriel, how him and gabriel informs davina's understanding of gabriel, etc.)

it's also so goofy in a way I didn't expect. like, maybe unintentionally goofy in how it implements some tropes or gets characters from point a to point b, but also unexpectedly goofy in ways that I'm gonna assume are intentional (can we talk about raphael's olives? i'm dying to talk about raphael's martini glass chock-full of olives.)

honestly I think ep 1 is—not the least strong, exactly, but in its efforts to introduce the characters and get them all interacting, while setting up the dynamics it wants to have, it makes some choices that are both very wild and also very cliched?

like okay, so we start with davina as a child, her parents were nebulously involved in organized crime, they get killed off-screen. lots of very familiar mafia story elements here—she's an orphan, she starts with her foot in the mafia world, she has motivation to get closer to someone else in that same sphere in an effort to find out what happened. sure, all very run of the mill

then we find out she was saved by her nanny, who promised to take care of her and teach davina to protect herself and others (also, sure, I'm with you so far)—by taking her to a secret school called the "elite nanny academy" (ENA for short) where davina and other women are trained how to be. well. what it says on the tin. elite nannies.

hey. what

like alright, the story needs justication for why davina would get hired by this mafioso, and also (liam neeson voice) "have a unique set of skills" such that she's able to help mikey and gabriel if say they feel uncomfortable turning to their guards or don't trust the people around them. sure. i'm with you. that said, introducing the concept of an elite academy of nannies who are not only trained in every aspect of childcare but also self-defense, computer programming, and more is. it's bold, I will give you that. I want to live in this world where secret academies of elite nannies exist. I want the entire webtoon just to be set in davina's school years. the fucking whiplash from this very run-of-the-mill backstory of losing her parents to a smashcut of davina learning to become a literal supernanny—unparalleled. no notes. such a big swing, and my god, I'm glad they went for it

(oops this is getting long. more under the cut)

okay, so we've established davina's credentials (again, in one of the wildest ways possible), and then the story immediately swings back into very familiar, well-trodden territory in how it introduces gabriel

a) first, his character design. I'm scrolling back through the comic for reference, and, oh my god, I fully forgot that the first panel he appears in, his pecs are fucking bursting out of his button down. tits for days. the exact level of cleavage anyone shows when hiring a new nanny for their four-year-old son (jesus I also forgot how much I loved his tasteful little cross necklace)

b) his whole demeanor—aloof, intense, and sort of positioning davina for a "not like other girls" framing when he's like "I want someone who's never worked with anyone else" and then of course he picks her out of the lineup, zeroes in on her directly, and is it because he's attracted to her? because he knows something about her backstory? because he wants something that's unique to her specifically? probably a combination of all three! but like at this point, gabriel is just checking all the boxes of a mafia romance lead, these are all familiar tropes, we know how a story like this goes

and then more whiplash! because we go straight from that office scene to the flashback of gabriel threatening the bartender when the story introduces mikey, and immediately gabriel stops feeling quite so much like any other male romance lead because who brings their four-year-old to a mafia business meeting? and what four-year-old then proceeds to conduct himself with a level of assurance and familiarity that suggests he's very aware of his father's business and has lots of opinions about it? absolutely blindsided by this, not at all what I expected from davina's future charge, or the father-son dynamic (also, I don't know kids, but is this at all how four year olds behave? I don't ultimately care all that much, because I think it's fun, but it did still have me pausing)

maybe this isn't a real thing, but I think gabriel's head is too small for his body—or, I guess, that his body is too big for his head. I get that the creators want him to have that classic triangle-torso physique, but I can't get over how comically broad his shoulders are

I'll be honest, as soon as adam showed up, my immediate reaction was "date him instead"—obviously that's not how this works, but he just seems much more laid back, inviting, charming in comparison to gabriel

the way this comic will use any excuse to have gabriel suddenly and intensely in davina's personal space is also very funny to me. don't get me wrong, I enjoy the tension of it, I'm here for it, but it's so deeply unsubtle (which I guess is itself a question, does it need to be subtle? maybe what I mean instead is less that those moments feel unsubtle, and more that they feel unnatural. like, is this really how these people would behave, how much of this feels manufactured for the sake of building tension? then again, you read a romance for the romance, and so long as the tension is there or the moments feel like they land, how much does it matter how you get there? anyway)

now can't remember if the comic explicitly addresses it or not, but curious if mikey being so involved in his dad's business pre-dated his mom's disappearance, or was a consequence of gabriel wanting to keep him closer because his wife went missing

I do really love all of mikey and davina's interactions, particularly all the moments where he's clearly set on being stubborn or trying his best not to act like a kid, and davina suckers him into it (getting him to show her his room, playing in the pool, art class, etc.)

THE POOL like this is what I'm talking about in terms of how goofy this story can get. the concept of "pool day" is actually very cute in terms of thinking about mikey wanting to spend time with his dad, who is often unpredictably called away on business, and so here's this holiday they've come up with as a way to address that. but, from a reader perspective, it feels so transparently motivated as an excuse for eye candy of gabriel sprawled out in a speedo and to compel davina to spend time with the two of them at a pool, where she now also has to be in a swimsuit and oh is that gabriel checking her out?

having gabriel and davina aligned on wanting to keep mikey out of the mafia world, mikey being dead-set on taking over as the next don, and raphael who clearly intends to have him raised as heir and successor is all a very fun interlocking set of interactions. I like that it gives gabriel and davina a way to be on the same side and get to know one another in a way that's divorced from romance, there's obviously the tragedy of this very young boy who believes he has to grow up so quickly, and then the danger element of raphael as a threat to all the characters if they deviate from his intentions

so, does gabriel know about davina's past? I can't remember what triggers it, but there's the bit where he confronts her about why she's really there (edit: it's the bit where she's helping him identify who left the teddy bear and he wants to know how she knows so much about organized crime), or if she has ulterior motives, and she comes up with the lie about being a freelance hacker, which—either he already knows who she is, and that's why he picked her, and so presumably can suss out that she's curious about her own past and how it might relate to his family, and he was lying or putting on an act when pressuring her about her reasons for being there OR he genuinely doesn't know about her past, in which case, why did he choose her out of the lineup? I think at that point in the story, the only thing she has to distinguish herself is her computer skills, which I guess isn't nothing, but isn't what I expected

maybe it's just because I haven't really grown my hair longer than my shoulders in a decade, but I swear whenever davina lets her hair down, it distinctly looks like she has way too much of it to then put it up in such a petite bun

THE OLIVES i still can't get over raphael's obsession with olives. every shot of him either with a martini glass overflowing with olives (is there even any liquor in there) or the scene where he's just eating them straight out of the jar before drinking the juice or the bit where's at the party and says DOUBLE THE OLIVES! sir!! your glass was already so full!! where are the rest of these olives supposed to go!! anyway, deeply funny the first time it happened, so unexpected, such a funny running gag, I enjoy it every time it crops up again

man I am and continue to be a sucker for a "helps someone to bed" "carries someone from point a to point b" moment whenever it happens. it's a genre staple for a reason, it always hits

"sir we may have a problem" "is it your outfit" truly I never know what I'm going to get with raphael, and I'm ready to be surprised every time

nico and valentine are fun, no question, but valentine's outfit makes no sense to me. who's out here wearing a skirt that short when you know you could get into a fight at any moment? a skort, at the very least

wait hang on, I just caught this on reskimming—when davina is looking for information on her parents, is her name "davina diavolo"? DIAVOLO AND ANGELINl come on that's so funny. it's fun! but it's also very funny

the doctor is hot, I'll stand by that

(although then again, it's a mafia romance. all of them are hot)

I think that was everything? last we left off was the fire after the party and davina finding the safe in gabriel's office. tldr, I'm enjoying it, I'm invested, it's fun and goofy (SO goofy at times, my god), but the plot is solid, the stakes are engaging, the characters and relationships are compelling, and honestly I'm not sure if I'd be enjoying it as much if it seemed like it was taking itself too seriously

#it's a good time! a wild time but a good time #the mafia nanny #webtoon #kayla posts

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buckybarnesss · 6 months

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on fire: a teen wolf novel chapters 14-16 chapters 10-13 here chapters 7-9 here chapters 4-6 here chapters 1-3 here

annnndddd i'm back with another installment of on fire. we're in the home stretch now as the next three chapters will cover the end of the novel.

this section took me some time because 1. i do not care that the whittermores were robbed and 2. there's two long, detailed flashbacks with kate and derek that i found difficult to get through.

speaking of.

as always kate argent is her own warning but just in case i will be talking about those flashbacks so warnings for grooming and rape.

me this entire chapter:

we open this chapter back on lydia. who is now tied up by Thing One and Thing Two. she specifies she’s tied to a Louis XIV gilt wooden chair. now lydia says it's antique but pssft mrs. whittermore totally got a reproduction because she's new money trying to pretentiously pretend she has class. the whittermores always give "his wife covered the house in chintz so to keep it real i fuck him on the floor" energy.

lydia goes on to describe the robbery and look, i don’t really care about this. let them get robbed. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

lydia also gets to have her own little flow chart to show just how smart she is:

we move from lydia being a hostage to hunter gramm (we learn this is not his real name. his real name is bailey) plotting how to dispose of jackson. cassie doesn't want jackson to get hurt so she pleads for him to just dump jackson somewhere and escape to mexico like they had planned. bailey isn't listening though because he gets a phone call.

cassie is trying very hard to keep jackson’s dumbass alive as they listen to bailey have a conversation with one of the goons back at the house. he realizes they have lydia and he’s afraid for her. chich is sweet. honestly their behavior and thoughts towards each other throughout the book have been very in line with their toxicity in the show. caring is not a weakness, oof.

we’re back in hell -- oops -- i mean another flashback to six years ago with kate and derek.

remember i read this so you don’t have to. 🤮🤮

kate gave derek something to eat or drink i think was laced with something that makes him sick to his stomach and he goes to throw up in her bathroom.

i just want to wrap derek up in bubble wrap and keep kate away from him forever and ever.

derek’s a ball of anxiety throughout all this. he wants to appear grown up for kate and impress her. he doesn’t want her to see him like the child he actually is.

derek spends about a paragraph waxing poetic about werewolves. he calls his pack his “moonborn family” and i like that sentiment actually.

what I don’t like is “like wolves, werewolves mate for life.” this may be a Me Thing but i’ve never been overly fond of the whole mate concept within fandom. i just thank my lucky stars it's not canon.

there’s a moment when derek’s about to leave kate’s apartment where she moves to kiss him and GIRL HE THREW UP. YOU KNEW HE DID. YOU SET HIM UP FOR IT. YOU NASTY.

derek leaves and he’s just swimming in anxiety and insecurity over the “date” with kate. he feels like a loser because he wants to be Grown Up and have sex. he physically starts to jog away from her place. it’s like his body knows what his mind isn’t even entertaining. that she's a predator and he shouldn't be doing anything with her in private.

derek runs and ends up outside of beacon hills hospital where he sees the stilinskis. little stiles, his father and the unnamed claudia stilinski. i couldn’t make this up if i tried. this is such a classic trope.

of course in canon by the time of the hale fire claudia had been deceased for a year but we don't find that out until season 3 so it can be forgiven.

he observes them. holder gives a clear reference to what a lot of fandom assumed before it was revealed that mrs. stilinski actually had FTD and went with the idea that she had cancer referencing remission. he notices how nervous stiles is and how it reflects his own nerves.

this brings derek to the idea that humans can get sick, they decay and die. it freaks him out. which, okay, i guess since this version of derek doesn’t spend a lot of time around humans so he’s not used to the concept of mortality of others or himself.

this new fixation drives derek back to kate’s as he's overcome with worry for her. he's become a ball of confused hormones but when he arrives he overhears her talking to someone. it's clearly another hunter but only the audience knows that and derek's uncurious ass accepts it's not his business as he regains himself and turns to go but he bumps into a trash can making noise. this of course brings kate out. she's wearing a satin robe 🤮 and she puts on her concerned face and offers to let him shower and says she has an extra tooth brush. god, i hate her.

this chapter ends with the words: “and ms. argent shut the night out, and brought him into her den.” rage. what i feel is rage.

the next chapter comes back to the present day with lydia being rescued by danny and damon. the pair had gotten danny’s lacrosse gear and broke a window. lydia took her chance and ran out.

man, that was actually an awesome utilization of danny. smart, clever and quick. wish we could’ve seen something like this in the show. jeff.

it cuts back to jackson who is listening to cassie try to bargain with bailey to leave jackson alive. bailey doesn’t want to leave any loose ends. like, my guy. the plan has fallen apart and you want to catch a murder charge too?

jackson just can’t catch a break this entire time. cassie and jackson attempt at an escape from the van when bailey is distracted. it ends as you’d expect. cassie gets shot because bailey is a fucking idiot, the van crashes. it’s a mess. glass everywhere, the smell of smoke and gas. jackson’s still handcuffed and cassie is in terrible shape.

in the midst of this lydia has called 911 and is speaking to a dispatcher who's trying to help them. it's helpful but not helpful enough.

in the middle of THIS chaos holder sends us six years into the past again --- well. i think we can guess what’s coming, can’t we?

while I appreciate the world building that holder does as she tries to at least give some ritual and culture to the werewolves that’s specific to them. i cannot help but laugh at how she makes it french in connection when really the argents get the emphasis on their french origins. hell, even a quick google search gives up some results on the origin of the surname hale. i find the connection to st edmund interesting (he is the patron saint of torture victims, wolves and protection from the plague. jeff davis i see you.)

peter has a motorcycle that he lets derek borrow???? this feels incorrect. i cannot imagine peter sharing his toys.

i loathe laura’s characterization and it's such a shame this is really the only character she gets that is connected even tenuously to canon. laura is depicted as being aware of derek’s involvement with kate. she's a bit hesitant but not disapproving or overly concerned. she's kept it a secret. derek and laura have a discussion about the possibility of kate receiving the bite and laura even says, “maybe she’s doing a cougar on you.” like, this is just deeply fucked and bothers me so damn much. not only did canonically laura never knew about kate and derek's relationship but i hate how she's just acting like this is something normal.

derek mentions he gave kate a ring as a token of affection that he bought with money peter gave him in exchange for doing a few errands.

derek goes on to describe going home with kate and he’s so, so blinded by his affection for her that i just feel sick reading this.

the important part of this scene is derek whispers that he loves her while she’s asleep and goes to leave after showing but he forgot his backpack. he goes back and creeps back inside her bedroom. like he’s fucking edward cullen or some shit.

SHE IS A RAPIST AND THIS ALL MAKES ME UPSET.

though i have questions about what the fuck this means “he wanted to make love to her as a werewolf.” what in the furry hell?

#my blog #thoughts on teen wolf #teen wolf #on fire: a teen wolf novel #heather reads

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baxterbella24 · 1 year

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My Favorite Daemyra Fanfics

Here's an updated* and better curated list of my (very personal) favorite Daemyra fics, WIPs and finished, in no particular order. I offer a few words on each on them, mostly my own opinions and impressions, please click on them if you want a proper synopsis. Other than 100% finished stories, I tried to stick to fics that either stand on their own despite having room to continue, or are frequently or regularly updated, so there's less chances you get invested in something that might never get a proper ending.

I'll welcome and thank any recs too, ofc, I'm always eager to read new material and depictions of them, especially (almost exclusively, in fact) modern AUs. I'm open to different family dynamics as well, especially siblings, biological or otherwise (I include two great ones here, btw). Currently, I'm leaning toward more mature stories, with a Rhaenyra facing adult conflicts rather than just age gap PWP with feelings. I'm still a smut enjoyer though, don't get me wrong, lmao.

Well, nothing more to add for now, so... here we go!

Back, Baby by velvetwoman: Modern AU. Heart-wrenching, but beautiful one-shot. It's kinda finished, the ending is really bittersweet, but author promised a follow-up that hasn't come out, though I refuse to lose hope just yet (I just need to believe, please let me be). It features underage sex, so be warned.

entropy by firecollide: Modern AU. WIP. Musical references, especially Arctic Monkeys. Starts as a texting fic, and turns into a Daemon/Rhaenyra POV multichapter piece. They get together/fall in love quite fast, although it gets quite angsty at a point and remains like that. I only recommend if you're patient and want more than just fluff and smut, character growth specifically. Best Daemon depiction for me, complicated and heartbreaking, because I do relate to Rhaenyra a lot as well.

Ānogar Hūra by sweetestsorrows (katschako): Modern Mafia AU. Finished. Succession, violence, murder, betrayal, lots and lots and lots of smut. I particularly love how their relationship develops from them getting off on fighting and exasperating one another to them falling in love but keeping that feisty and explosive dynamic in bed. Daemon is a very strong dom in this, though deep down he's a very caring and considerate partner.

Our Violent Ends by grandlovescheme: Vampire AU. Finished. Also modern. Or kind of. The starting point is in canon timeline, but the story stretches across space and time because, of course, our two favs are not exactly mortal anymore. Enemies to lovers trope, and as we all know, those are the type of stories in which the smut is the hottest and most satisfying you could ever hope for. I also strongly recommend all of this author's works, she's very talented and will be appearing again in this list.

Passion driven by ginvael: Modern AU. Finished. This is a really fun fic that involves cheating, a "has his cake and eats it too" version of Daemon that's infuriating and sort of endearing at the same time. Mysaria is a really cool character in this, I personally missed an insight on how her character ended, but the lack of it doesn't really take anything away from the story as a whole, so no biggie.

High Hopes by grandlovescheme: Modern AU. Finished. I'm not quite sure, but I think this is the fic that started a sort of subgenre of Daemyra fics with the "Rhaenyra runs away from home for x reason and finds shelter in her estranged uncle's home" trope. Both characters have their issues and are both beautifully written from beginning to end. It's a very slow burn, but it sure pays off, so your patience will be rewarded.

a safe space / a warm hug by themilkteeth: Modern AU. Finished. Sugar daddy story, but with a different daddy (Daemyra endgame tho, don't get confused). I love how things are described in this, the colors, atmosphere, smells, tastes. Just a one-shot, but it honestly feels like more than that in the end.

If I Could, I'd Get You the Moon by grandlovescheme: Modern AU. Finished. Daemyra are siblings and I've never imagined I'd be into this the way I am, but here we are. The push and pull between these two is "deliriously" fabulous, the smut is hot af, and the way the characters act feels so frustratingly real it hurts me and gives me life at the same time. I'm in love with Rhaenyra in this one, she's not only the gaslight-gatekeep-girlboss we all know and love, she's also unapologetically kinky in such a pure and wholesome way, it's truly fascinating. She's everything, really. Also, Baelon and Alyssa couple goals.

Bad Vibes by sweetestsorrows (katschako): Modern AU. Finished. Twins at college. From the amazing author of Ānogar Hūra, filled with angst, guilt, passion, jealousy and all those equally beautiful and nasty feelings. Another one-shot that feels much more than that and could totally have a follow-up, in my humble opinion.

Violet-Eyed Jealousy by ginvael: Canon Divergence AU. Finished. A pretty interesting premise, with low honor Daemyra going for it despite knowingly hurting Daemon's OC son's feelings. Very twisted and with a bittersweet, partly tragic ending, but definitely worth the time.

Dream a Little Dream of Me by sweetestsorrows (katschako): Incubus AU. Finished. Similar to Vampire AU in that both fics start in canon timeline (this one follows book canon to a T). Daemon is doomed to live for all eternity, never able to find peace until he finds Rhaenyra again to try to make things up to her after all that went down in the war and their tragic canon endings. It's a fascinating story, haunting, emotional and beautiful.

*Jan 3rd, 2024.

#daemyra fanfic #daemyra fic #daemon x rhaenyra #ao3 fanfic #ao3 recs

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ryuichirou · 7 months

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Replies!

Good morning or evening! Here are some more replies.

A couple of them are related to our comic from yesterday, but there’s also a bunch of random ones. At this point this is our regular menu hehe.

Anonymous asked:

your latest art has me giggling because Sebek seeing Malmal and Lilia go at it is World Shattering And Unforgettable!!! He will Never be able to look at them the same way again!!! Meanwhile Silver would accidentally see Lilia railing the prince and go "oh. hm. well, anyway." LOL <- actually got me thinking about it more seriously, and now I'm imagining Malleus doing it in front of Silver on purpose, getting weirdly jealous and possessive of Lilia spending so much special time with his new human son... And it backfiring because Silver would just take it as some sort of unique learning experience hgcffghjgfd

Anonymous asked:

Oh no the baby’s traumatized now or he might be turned on who knows

Thank you, guys! :D Yes, this is definitely a life-changing experience for Sebek. Or is it? I honestly like the idea of Sebek just erasing this image from his memory, not necessarily because he saw two people having sex, but because his young impressionable mind couldn’t compute the fact that one could do such things with his beloved Malleus, and Malleus would seemingly enjoy it. So Sebek’s desires awakened and then were immediately put to sleep by his own consciousness lol

But maybe he did remember… maybe he really couldn’t look at Malmal and Lilia the same way after this. Maybe the image is so engraved in his mind that he won’t be able to focus on anything after this lol

Oh SILVER THOUGH!!!... Yeah, he wouldn’t think much of it. Whatever Silver sees, he just considers it the norm, as long as it’s Lilia who does it. He definitely wouldn’t get affected in a way that our jelly king Malleus intended, but yeah, see it as a learning experience instead. Which is sooo much worse… Malmal is definitely petty enough to try and passive-aggressively attack a poor child, though <3 He’ll like him soon, though

Anonymous asked:

May we please have some Sebek x Malleus thoughts? I absolutely adore them together!

We do have a couple of hc posts with them!

They are really good together. One of our most favourite ships ��

This would be fair to say about every Diasomnia ship, but their ehh situation is quite unique, and that makes it interesting. Not only because Sebek is Malleus’ guard; he worships Malleus, he uses Malleus and whether Malleus likes something or not as a radar for his own reactions. But it’s not like this is the way Malleus wishes to be treated: he gets annoyed with Sebek sometimes (and sometimes he gets amused and enables him to continue, but, again, this is just amusement he gets from this silly young man). But Sebek is so completely delusional that he’ll put all his passion and energy into something if he believes that it would make Malleus happy. Even if it annoys Malleus so much that he runs away lol This is both fucked up and hilarious.

Anonymous asked:

Hey, i was wondering which pronouns do you and katsu have? I didn't see anything mentioning it on your card.

Of course, you guys don't have to answer if that's sensitive or if you don't want to publicly share it. I apologise if my question made you uncomfortable. you can delete it if you want.

No worries, Anon! It’s nothing sensitive at all. Thank you for being so considerate! :)

Neither of us really cares about which pronoun people use for us, so feel free to use whatever you want.

Anonymous asked:

any dark/whump/dead dove tropes your into? …anything you’d want certain characters to go through?

If it’s okay with you and if you’re really interested, you can DM me about it instead, Anon, I’ll name everything I can remember.

People really like to take things out of context and make a shitshow out of it sometimes, even if it’s just someone mentioning that they enjoy a trope and not even a visual depiction of it, so I’d rather not entertain them.

Anonymous asked:

Well hard to think of any hcs regarding Crowley given he is too mysterious. Although there is a certain theory about him but I wouldn't say much given it is a Chapter 7 spoiler and you might get it once you learn in the latest last two parts of Chapter 7. Once you know about it, you might think of Crowley's hc sexuality.

Yeah, I feel like I know what you’re talking about (still haven’t read Ch7 and don’t know for sure though), and I don’t know, we’ll see! To be completely honest, a big part of me really wants him to just stay mysterious lol

Anonymous asked:

So if/when you do the overblot ship with anyone, who will be next?

Like I said, we’re not planning anything for now. So we haven’t thought about who we would draw next. It depends on my inspiration and energy; once again, overblot boys are difficult to draw and take a lot of time.

Realistically, it may be AzuIde. But one can’t predict anything when it comes to stuff like this. Definitely not KaliJami, since that’s where you’re getting, they’d probably be the last on the list.

#replies #lilimal #lilisil #sebemal

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makeitastrength · 3 months

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1, 4 (for Slowly and then all at once), 9, 10, 13, 18 or 21 for Put me back together piece by piece (you choose which question), 25, 37, 40, 45

#1 and #10:

Answered here :)

4. What detail in [insert fic - Slowly and then all at once] are you really proud of?

More people quoted this line back to me in the comments than any other sentence I've ever written, and honestly, it didn't even stand out to me when I wrote it, but receiving all those comments made me really proud of it! "You don’t build an impenetrable wall if there’s not something fragile behind it that needs protecting"

9. How do you find new fic to read?

Sometimes I see links and snippets posted here on tumblr, but mostly I go to the Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen tag on AO3 and just scroll through, looking at things like tags and summaries until I see something that catches my interest

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

I'd say alternate versions of season 4 scenes, particularly those with Chris and Ashley... alternate breakup scenarios, jealousy, etc. There were a lot of good fics at the time, and I wrote some too, but now I just feel like it's run its course

18. If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic - Put me back together piece by piece], what would it involve?

Oooh, interesting! I've never really considered a sequel, but now that so much has happened in canon since then, I could see being able to continue it in a canon-adjacent fashion and exploring how the rest of S4 and the beginning of S5 might have played out if they were already together

25. What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write?

The Rookie episode transcript website is a lifesaver, oh my goodness! I use it when I need to quote dialogue or remind myself of details of specific scenes. I also often go back to rewatch scenes on Hulu. And I use Onelook as a thesaurus. Plus I google all sorts of random things

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

Honestly, I'm not sure how to answer this. I feel like engagement in the fandom fluctuates so much, so I never really know what to expect or what's considered "normal." There was a definite dip in the hit count in January of this year, though. That being said, I get such lovely comments on my work and I'm so so thankful for every hit and comment and kudos ❤️

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

Oh 100% I re-read!

45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic?

Answered here :)

Thank you so much for the questions!

#fic writer asks #quesera #asked and answered

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musette22 · 1 year

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Minnie, I am having A Thought. (I've been having This Thought for a while actually.) So I'm sharing it with you because what else would I do.

It goes a bit like this:

Fast forward 20 or so years.

Chris is a successful and award-winning director and father of two teenage girls who stays with him every other week when he's not away shooting. (His marriage didn't so much fail as it slowly turned into something more like a business partnership. They still do Christmas together.)

Sebastian has had an equally celebrated acting career. He still does some movies here and there but he's been more focused on writing the last few years, getting some stories published and some scripts picked up for indie productions. He's single. (He's been in relationships, but they've usually lasted a year or two, never quite finding that thing that would tie them together.)

So Chris is directing a new movie. And Sebastian Stan is cast in one of the leading roles.

That had been a surprise. They run in the same circles and see each other occasionally, but it's been decades since they've worked together. They were just kids back then it seems.

It's kind of nerve-wracking honestly. Sebastian is a seasoned pro, has done so many celebrated projects, and Chris sometimes still feels like that kid from Boston.

But Chris loves the script, it's beautiful -- the kind of slow paced and bittersweet story that really resonates with him: a pair of childhood friends meeting again in their old hometown and reminiscing on what was and could have been.

And Sebastian really is perfect for this role, there's no denying it. He brings so much subtle emotion to every scene he's in. Chris is mesmerized.

"The one that got away" is a classic trope, some would say cliché, but in Sebastian's hands it becomes real, the idea of second chances and happy endings so believable.

Like it could even be true for himself.

It's a dangerous thought. One best left on a movie set. Not one to bring with him when Sebastian Stan smiles at him with crinkles around his blue eyes and asks if he's coming out for a drink with the cast.

To catch up. Reminisce on good old times. (Not think about things that could have been.)

(Except for how he does.)

((And, as it turns out, so does Sebastian.))

Oh my god, Em 😭❤️ AAAHHH!! This is everything to me... I am SO weak for the idea of them finding each other (again) later on in life, once they're older and more open to certain possibilities they may not have (been able to) consider when they were younger 🥺

"Chris is mesmerised" - 🥺🥺🥺 of course he is, he always has been, he just didn't realise what it meant, before...

And the fact that this movie of Chris's also has 'the one that got away' theme, how bloomin' poetic 💕💫 I so wonder what happens while they're out for that drink...... 👀

Ugh, I absolutely love it, all of this. Thank you so much for sharing this beautiful thought and please don't ever hesitate to send me your thoughts, Evanstan or otherwise 😘😘 Sending you a big, big hug! 💜

#evanstan #rpf #minnie answers

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Hi there, thanks a lot for answering my question on Thai bl acting styles, it was very informative.

I just read your review on Light on Me and I love that your reactions reflect my own feelings while I watched that show. It was my second Kbl after where your eyes linger and I love that show so much that it is still one of my top bls.

I agree with your statement on how clever Korea is with tropes, I went into the show and arrogantly tagged Shinwoo as the Seme character and love interest, because of the nature of he and TaeKyung meeting and I immediately spotted the enemies to lovers arc they were on but the show turned my expectations on its head when Daon was introduced and was given all the traditional tropes a Seme and Main ML character is given. I was honestly rooting for Daon, TaeKyung confession to him was everything, until the picture incident. After that ShinWoo got more fleshed out and I found myself jumping ship. I didn't hate Daon for his actions as the narrative treated him fairly and was sympathetic towards him even while it punished him for his inaction.

I was so confused by the end on who I wanted TaeKyung to end up with. The hand hold scene where TaeKyung chose ShinWoo was one of the most angsty I have ever watched, my heart was literally in my mouth❤️❤️

I haven't watched that many Korean BLs(Where your eyes linger, light on me, color rush 1 and 2, first love again, cherry blossoms after winter, semantic error and to my star. That's a lot more than I thought.)

I think their style is my favorite, I like how clear they are about their narrative, how they move towards their goal and use tropes to help the story not become the story like Thailand does

Thailand might have the heat down for their BLs but plot and narrative focus is where I believe they falter, as a lover of plot and precise storytelling, their works don't tend to be my favorites because of this, they are exceptions of course.

I wonder, do you think that the Korean BL industry has the potential to rival the Thai one? I know that due to the strength of Kdramas in the industry it might be hard for Kbls to really make their mark because with Thailand j never would have looked at their ent industry if not for BLs.

I don't know much about the K industry but I once saw that BLs would never be allowed to air on TV in Korea even they were made into long running series of atleast an hour like Kdramas, if that is an issue, how do you think streaming can help out? For example do you think a Kbl with a high budget can be put on Netflix? Wouldn't that be a good alternative?

J would really like to see what Korea can do with it's BLs if provided with the budget.

Sorry for such a long ask I just really like hearing your thoughts.

Bye😘

I think the KBL industry IS rivaling the Thai one. Because of the things you said you like about it.

More importantly it's now sucking in NEW fans, which used to be Thailand's wheelhouse. These days it seems about 50/50 (and I say that mostly because of the new follows I get and what they talk to and ask me about). A few short years ago here on tumblr was all Thai all the time, now KBL is seriously givin ThBL a run for its money.

Shocking that Korea could move so fast. I mean they've done this in less than 3 YEARS! It takes Hollywood 3 fucking years to raise the funds to even think about shopping a script for fuck's sake.

Korea is now very much setting expectations and defining new watcher requirements. Especially something like Semantic Error.

I think Japan has upped production BECAUSE Korea got in on the scene so dam hard and quickly and efficiently, but JBL doesn't have the commercial machinery (or focus) to really dominate.

So It will be Korea as the only one who can rival Thailand, but ON THEIR OWN TERMS. KBL are very intentionally not doing BL on Thailand's terms but on their own: shorter, higher production, using idols, making sure it is very very pretty.

I'm kinda awed. But not too surprised.

Hallyu gonna hallyu.

And yes I think Netflix might snap a very high production value longer KBL asset up, especially after the success of Heartstopper and Squid Game. So far none of the KBLs listed as in production this year have struck me as something Netflix would like. They have specific taste over there. And last I checked they want at least an 8 ep arc of 40-60 ea (12-16 would be better). KBL hasn’t done one of those yet. I’m thinking it has to be a serious adult-leaning one too, like the Korean version of Life: Love On The Line. Or an actual Kdrama BL, like my long awaited gay version of Descendants of the Sun.

#korean bl #Hallyu #kdrama #KBL #K-BL #light on me #semantic error #heartstopper #squid game #life love on the line #descendants of the sun #K-drama #korean drama #korean film industry #japanese bl

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kimium · 1 year

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Hello again! About the OTP with komahina... 1, 2, 3,5,7,17 and 21!

(From this ask HERE)

Hello! It's so lovely to see you in my inbox again! It's been a while! Thanks for asking me about Komahina! Let's get started!

If you had to change the pairing's very first meeting, how would you change it?

I'd easily have Nagito and Hajime meet while attending Hopes Peak Academy. I've always wanted to see how Nagito, still believing people with talents are the best hope for the future would react to Hajime the reserve course student.

Of course, we had a taste of that interaction in Chapter 4 after Nagito cleared the Final Death Room, but that moment wasn't Hajime's first impression of Nagito. Up until that point Hajime had befriended Nagito, betrayed by his actions in Chapter 1, and was now wary. If they met at Hopes Peak their meeting would immediately be hostile and I think that's a fun dynamic to play with.

2. What song fits your pairing the most?

I honestly am not sure. I am not the kind of person to assign songs to characters, ships, or series. If I do it's a very rare occurrence. Still, in the spirit of this ask I scrolled through my songs and I suppose "E for Extinction" by Thousand Foot Krutch could fit?

3. What is your favourite AU/prompt idea/trope for your pairing?

Not sure if it's cheating but my favourite AU is my Soulmate AU where Soulmates cannot kill or harm one another. I had a lot of fun writing that fic.

My favourite prompt idea is any time I can write one or both of them as supernatural beings. There are a lot of fun dynamics to explore.

For a more canon idea, I'm always weak to a good "What if they saved Nagito in Ch. 5" prompt.

My favourite trope for Komahina is Idiots in Love. They both deserve to be a little silly and disgustingly domestic with one another.

5. Favourite canon moment of them?

My favourite moment is in Chapter 5 when Nagito tells everyone he'll stop his plans if the traitor comes forth. If you go talk to him in the restaurant afterwards he'll dismiss Hajime being the traitor on grounds that "It can't be a reserve course student". I think that's so funny of Nagito to tell Hajime, "Yeah, there is no way some idiot reserve course student such as yourself could be the traitor. Go away."

7. Favourite headcanon trope/idea (Your own or someone else's)?

My favourite headcanon trope/idea is Nagito gets cold easily which is why he runs around the island wearing a full jacket the entire time. This also lends into my other favourite idea: Nagito likes wearing Hajime's clothing and swipes articles of clothing all the time.

17. Are they relatable as characters or as a pairing?

I think both Hajime and Nagito are relatable in many aspects. Hajime is relatable because of his insecurities in his abilities. Everyone feels they lack or cannot do something as well as others. I think it's human nature to compare ourselves to others and feel insecure.

Nagito is relatable in his awkwardness with interacting with others. I cannot tell you how many times I've botched making a new friend because I said something slightly too awkward or rambled on a bit too much.

Also, the feeling that since others are so much better or talented all you can do is sit on the sidelines is so relatable to me.

21. Favourite genre for them? (Angst, fluff, etc.)

I'm a huge fan of either one having a problem that accidentally draws the other one into the problem, thus making the problem they have to solve together. The comedic potential is priceless.

#personal #replies #asks #danganronpa 2 #komahina #feel free to ask me more everyone... if you want

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(this is @anulithots btw!)

'Love corrupts fresh lilies' is one of the coolest titles I've ever heard.

My interest has piqued... not forced at all, but I'd love to know what it's about!

*will now proceed to scroll through the tag hehehe*

Hey, welcome to my inbox! Nice to see ya!

Honestly, I'm flattered that you like the working title. I always thought it was too descriptive or too long, but I've gotten pretty positive reception for it, so I might keep it.

So, this work has been floating around in my brain for a little while, not as long as Tales of the Unfortunate Summoner (if you're into demon summoning stuff that desperately needs a rewrite, it might be for you), but it's certainly made its presence known. It started off as a parody of one of those fanfics you might find on Wattled in 2015 regarding One Direction and selling children (if you know, you know). Personally, I could see what the authors were going for, but the concept just wasn't for me (unless I decided to not take it seriously, which I did).

So, I had a basic plot outline with no character ideas. I wanted someone to live their life, find something new, and BAM! PROBLEMS! And romance, if applicable. That one was sitting on the back burner, though. It was not the main course, and still technically isn't. After this, I had a dream in which I had characters, a better plot outline, and pretty much everything I needed. That fuelled my creative process, and I managed to start writing poems about the story, the worldbuilding, and how I wanted it to work. I later decided to turn those poems into a novel once I had more worldbuilding done, and I'm still in the process of doing that.

Warning: this is a very complicated WIP, with a huge cast of characters. While many of them are side characters, that doesn't make any of them unimportant or less vital. Each of them has a distinct role to play within the worlds (yes, worlds plural) that this story takes place in.

Additionally, this WIP is VERY dark. If you are sensitive to topics such as violence, murder, swearing, manipulation, dehumanization, psychological and physical abuse, kidnapping, gore, drowning, bigotry, or even sexual content (I think this one loosely applies), PLEASE do not read any further. This WIP is not for everyone, and if you do not like its content, that is okay. It may just not be your kind of thing, and that is entirely valid. Please, do not violate your boundaries by reading this if you feel like you will be negatively affected by any content you are about to witness. The content present in this WIP does NOT represent my personal beliefs, and was created for entertainment only. Please do not harass me, my followers, my mutuals, people I know, or anyone interested in this WIP due to its content. If you don't like the sound of it, DO NOT READ IT.

Thanks! Now, if you are still willing to read about it, feel free to keep going. If not, you have been warned. I'll see you on another post, friends!

Alright, so now that we've gotten all that out of the way, I suppose I should get into what this WIP really is about. Here's a (semi-detailed) post regarding some general information you should know, as well as some bonus snippets at the end.

Genre

Love Corrupts Fresh Lilies is, at its core, a fantasy-turned-horror novel, with some elements of romance thrown in. It follows common tropes within those three genres, but I've attempted to sew them together to make something original.

Synopsis

Rafflesia Mallory, a young woman who wishes to escape her harsh reality and the people who torment her, finds herself running from the embodiment of time, disappearing into another world, one called Altalias. There, she meets a colourful cast of literal gods, among them being two rivals who want nothing more than to be together, a scammer who everyone likes, and the worst thing that's ever happened to her.

Setting

This WIP has two main settings, one being the world Rafflesia comes from, which is made to represent our real world, and Altalias the place where beings that might as well be gods reside. All other settings mentioned or referenced do not play as large a role.

Characters

The cast of characters here is very large, but here's all of them, plus a little information about them!

Rafflesia Mallory - The protagonist of this story. She often wears red, and was incredibly lonely before coming to Altalias. She also stole something from Time (who you'll learn about soon enough), which she really does not want to give back. She is canonically bisexual.

Jacob Amond - Rafflesia's cousin, and the source of most of her torment. His time in this novel is short, yet you'll be cursing his name once you finish. He's extremely egotistical, and not the nicest to his cousin. He is canonically heterosexual.

Zane Bianco - Rafflesia's ex-boyfriend, and one of Jacob's best friends. He's a decent friend, but a horribly toxic partner, with near impossible demands. He regrets his actions and attitudes towards Rafflesia, but that is not enough to save him. He is canonically pansexual.

Sitara Bauer - One of Jacob's friends, and Rafflesia's friends by association. She has high goals, and often unrealistic expectations, but keeps a positive outlook on life. She has a twin sister named Ebony. She is canonically pansexual.

Ebony Bauer - Another one of Jacob and Rafflesia's friends, and Sitara's twin. She is more cautious than her sister, and isn't as positive, but that doesn't mean she's a pessimist. She's a bit of a hopeless romantic. She is canonically lesbian.

Winifred Gallagher - One of Rafflesia's former friends that she had outside of her cousin's friend group. She's very stubborn, and knows how to get what she wants. She only recently broke off her friendship with Rafflesia. She is canonically bisexual and transfeminine.

Hugh Murphy - Another of Rafflesia's former friends that wasn't in her cousin's friend group. He enjoys mysteries, whether that's reading books in the genre, or watching shows like Scooby-Doo (Scooby-Doo is not canonical to this novel, nor is it associated with it. It is only being used to give you an idea of his taste). He is great with the outdoors, and leaves this WIP alive, which is pretty rare. He is canonically asexual.

That's it for the humans, so let's get into everyone else!

Lawrence - The god of wealth. His title is "King". He let his godly subject get the best of him, and has succumbed to greed. He scams people to get a little wealth out of them, as he attempted to do with Rafflesia once she came to Altalias. He saw a chance to bring more wealth into the system if outsiders could enter their world, and tried to capitalize (get it?) on the opportunity. He was unsuccessful. He is canonically aroace.

Csilla - The god of space and technology. Her title is "Astronomer". She was one of the first five gods to exist when Altalias came into being. She is one of the most important gods, yet prefers to hang in the background. She does not like to attract attention. She is canonically an aromantic lesbian.

Cayden - The god of agility. His title is "Shihan". He works with Griffin to keep Altalias safe and well-defended from any threats. Unsurprisingly, due to its seclusion, there are very few threats to begin with, other than some possible ones from inside. He is canonically gay.

Griffin - The god of strength. His title is "Renshi". He works with Cayden to preserve Altalias' safety. He mentors Cayden, and often keeps his bursts of energy under control. He is the calm to Cayden's storm, and they fit quite well together. He is canonically a homoromantic asexual.

Juliette - The god of theatre. Her title is "Entertainer". She loves to perform (evidently) and often works with some of her fellow gods during festivals. She is best friends with Melody and Cale. She is canonically pansexual.

Melody - The god of music. Her title is "Virtuoso". She does not like the spotlight as much as Juliette, but enjoys the thought of entertaining others with her beautiful music. No festival or event is complete without her touch. She is canonically bisexual.

Clae - The god of visual art and architecture. Her title is "Artisan". Clae loves to share her work with others, and often invites people to her studio for an afternoon of pottery. She is incredibly patient, and willing to help others if needed, whether or not the task at hand is something she is good at. She is canonically lesbian.

Kai - The god of water. His title is "Torrenter". Along with Csilla and a few others, he was one of the first gods to come into existence. He likes to project a calm image when in public, but is quite temperamental. One of his coping mechanisms is changing the weather, such as making the sky cloudy, or having light rain, heavy rain, or even hail. It takes enough energy out of him to calm him down, but does affect everyone in Altalias. He doesn't really have anyone he can talk to other than Bridget and Aura, due to how dangerous he can be. He is canonically aroaceflux.

Bridget - The god of fire and generic insults. Her title is "Roaster". Unlike many of the other gods, who had their titles bestowed upon them, she came up with her title herself. She is closest to Aura and Kai, who also represent elements. She has an awful temper, but is a great person to be around when she's in a good mood. She does tend to lash out at people directly when she's angry, but if you've proven that you will be by her side no matter what, she'll do anything for you. She is canonically bi-curious.

Aura - The god of wind and air. Her title is "Liberator". She is another one of the five original gods. Aura is one of the most mysterious gods, but is highly respected. Despite being rarely seen, her presence is always felt. When she is seen, she either communicates telepathically, or through a type of Altalian sign language. She is canonically demisexual.

Isagani - The god of success. Their title is "Provider". They are the god that others often seek out if they feel that they are going through a rough time in their life and want good luck. They often work closely with Kari, the two of them often being referred to as the Fortune Duo. They used to be very close to Lawrence, before he let his greed overtake him. They are canonically agender and pansexual.

Kari - The god of aid in dark times. Their title is "Server". They are regarded as the bringer of hope, and are visited when one has a problem that Isagani cannot solve or give advice for. Long ago, they helped to defeat a source of evil within Altalias, forcing him to reside within the far forests. This evil is rarely ever seen outside of them, mostly due to the humiliation he faced in his defeat. Kari is canonically agender and demiromantic.

Aadhya - The god of competition. Her title is "Lady". Aadhya often works with Lawrence, Ferphasia, Juliette, Melody, and Clae to put on festivals or competitions within Altalias. She is very competitive, and often wins the most during said contests. She is canonically heterosexual.

Chloe - The god of childbirth and family. Her title is "Accoucheuse". She is one of the first five gods. She is extremely kind, and works with Ferphasia in a sort of store that has a variety of goods one might need (these include food, clothing, and charms). She was also one of the first to properly welcome Rafflesia to Altalias and make sure she felt at home. She is canonically pansexual.

Ferphasia - The god of gifts and hospitality. Her title is "Enchanter". She is kind of the Glinda the Good Witch of Altalias, with her foil being Jade. She has Chloe's kindness, but is more firm than her. She is also madly in love with Jade (who returns the feeling), but refuses to admit it. She is canonically lesbian.

Kenzo - The god of good health. His title is "Curer". If anyone in Altalias finds themselves with a physical ailment that they were not created with, they go to Kenzo. Nine times out of ten, he can either fully cure you or help you heal. However, as you'll see, this is not always the case. He is canonically gay.

Jade - The god of dark magic. Her title is "Witch". Jade is easily one of the most misunderstood in Altalias. She does not mean harm, but enjoys playing odd pranks on people, often involving rocks appearing in strange places. She is very close to Lawrence, as he is one of her only friends. She has a huge crush on Ferphasia, her rival, but refuses to admit it to anyone other than Hemlock, her brother. She is canonically lesbian.

Hemlock - The god of corruption. His title is "Master". He is one of the first five gods that came into existence with Altalias. He is the original source of evil in Altalias, and nobody but Jade gives him a chance to do anything. He mostly remains in the far forests, and is almost never seen in the town square. He hates Lawrence due to how egotistical he is, and Lawrence hates him because everyone else does. He will jump at the chance to leave his mark of evil anywhere, especially on a certain protagonist. He is canonically heterosexual.

Time - The embodiment of time itself. His name is his title, and if he catches you, there is nowhere you can run. He once was kind, just, and empathetic, but after being corrupted by Rafflesia, he is no longer so. She stole the only weapon he had, a sword, which allowed him to slightly mess with the natural order, and end the lives of people and things prematurely. Rafflesia didn't trust him to use it wisely after his drastic change. He has been trying to get it back ever since, unsuccessfully. He has lost a fight to Jade. He is canonically aroace.

Random Lore/Plot Details

Everyone born/created in the other world has powers, and is pretty much a god of some sort

They have a name and a title, but they most often go by their title

Some might have their title precede their name

They are allowed to create their name themselves, but often have their title bestowed upon them by another

It is unknown what would happen if an outsider stayed in the other world for a long period of time, perhaps they would remain the same, perhaps they would change, or die, or slowly gain god-like powers, or become a sort of powerless god themselves

Sacrifices increase the power the gods have, but most would rather avoid having to deal with murder and death

Despite being strong, the gods do not have the ability to leave their world, due to a lack of power

It is not yet known to the gods if sacrifices could remove this weakness, but one god in particular desires to be able to travel back and forth between two interconnected worlds

Gods of concepts have no human form to begin with, often just appearing as pillars of smoke, monsters, or strange inhuman spirits

The majority of them changed into humanoid forms (aside from Lawrence, who prefers his more humanoid form to begin with) upon noticing that Rafflesia had entered their world, in an attempt to make her more comfortable

Rafflesia has frequent nightmares

Lawrence dies

Bonus Snippets

(Final call for trigger warnings!)

I could hear music playing in the distance. As I followed it, I found myself in a village square. The tune was upbeat, inviting, almost like it knew I had just arrived. Why would there be music playing now, of all times? A festival? I thought, What kind of festival would be on now specifically? Do they also celebrate a jazz festival? The music doesn’t sound like jazz. I nearly tripped over a tree root while lost in thought. Definitely not my proudest moment, I’m afraid.

“If you’re looking for something to do here, Dove, we have plenty of shops for you to look through. We accept any currency, and I’m sure you’ll find something that piques your interest!” “Great, thanks, Lawrence, I’ll be sure to check those out…” I muttered, drawing my hand back slowly. “Well, if you’re new here, you’ll definitely need a guide for the time being, and there’s nobody better than myself! So, Dove, got anything on your mind that you’d like to see? If you can think of it, we’ve probably got it!”

“Please, make yourself at home! Try some apple strudel, it’s fresh. I baked some bread rolls this morning, feel free to take as many as you’d like. Also, if you like tarts, there’s some blueberry ones over here and some pecan butter tarts here. Take as many as you’d like, free of charge.” My head spun at all of the offered dishes. I felt like I was in some sort of fairy tale, like if I ate anything I’d surely be trapped in this strange place, or worse. “Uhh, catch?” I asked, shrinking back from the plates full of heavenly sweets. “Hmm?” the woman asked, tilting her head, “Catch? Why would there be a catch?”

“You! You evil, disgusting, potion-brewing, manipulating, unorganized, witchy freak!” “You overly-peppy, cotton-brained, goody-two-shoes pushover!” “They’re in love,” Hemlock whispered to me. “It’s clear as day,” I replied.

I tugged at my blouse’s collar, already sweating. I hadn’t even been called in yet. I fiddled with my folder, praying I wouldn’ suddenly forget my name. Opening my file, I quickly checked the contents. My resume and reference letters were still there, thankfully. “Olivia?” I heard the secretary call. I got up and nervously approached him. I didn’t know why. That wasn’t my name. “They’re waiting for you in room 236, to your right.”

His blood covered the streets. You could see it for what felt like miles. Everyone knew what had happened to him, even if they hadn’t been in the town square that day. Those who had been there in the moment only had more of the spectacle to deal with. I had been there. I knew. The memory stained my mind as beautifully as his remains did against the stone. I hadn’t thought smoke to be so corporeal, but my darling had shown me his power and proved me wrong once again. He’d been slammed against the cobblestone and pinned there. The more he struggled, the tighter the grip became. When he cried out, he was lifted and smashed back down. Everyone had heard something crack and break. It was not enough. Smoky fingers moved from his throat to his chest and stomach. That was where they remained, until every drop of crimson essence had been wrung from his form. He was thrown against the ground once more, splashing in a puddle of blood and innards that had been grotesquely crushed and pulled apart. He wasn’t moving anymore. No part was lively, not even his eyes, which had been rolled back so far into his head that it was a miracle they hadn’t fallen in.

My body was rotting. The only things holding it together were the roots of a tree. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe, I could barely think. As I creaked my head downward to look at myself, strung up like some sort of ornament, I noticed something funny about my arms. Where my veins of blueish purple once flowed, were strange green tracks. And they were moving. Wriggling. Almost…struggling to get out. And I could feel every bit of it.

An inky black soup. Gently churning, swirling smoothly, yet not bubbling. I dipped my toes in, and observed the gentle ripples. The urge to wade in and swim was too great not to resist. My clothes swirled around me. The feeling of the liquid was similar to water, but was more viscous. It made me a little uneasy, but the calm and whimsical nature of it only drew me in more. The overall experience reminded me of the black accidental keys on a piano. Paired with the right natural notes, the experience could either be in major or minor key. Everything was so visceral. A playful wave splashed over me, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Another splashed over my legs, and I continued. What I didn’t realize early enough was that the water was gradually becoming rougher, too choppy to properly swim in. That thought came far too late to help me. The liquid began to splash over me from all angles. I began to struggle to keep my head at the surface. The further I swam, the larger the waves became. Looking back at a wave half as large as I was tall, I began to swim faster. I needed to get away from it. I needed to stay afloat. Upon looking forward, I was met with a wave twice as large as I was. It crashed over me, and with a scream, I went under. I don’t remember whether or not I came back up.

Hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you have any questions, or want to know more! I tried to keep this as general and spoiler-free as possible.

#love corrupts fresh lilies #answered ask

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under the moonlight

mand'alor!din djarin x royal!f!reader (pt. ii)

part i here

warnings: arranged marriage, age gap (reader is well over being legal age), some fluffy feelings, sweet/soft din, mentions of violence/blood, one bed trope (kind of) , masturbation (m), dirty talk, smut, oral (f receiving), p in v penetration, praise, under 18 dni

word count: 6,056

a/n: sorry for the long wait but she is here! its a little long i got carried away, royal!din gets me very excited :)) thank you for the continued support! i'm also sorry im not very good at endings :/ please let me know if there is anything i missed!

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The rest of your wedding night was spent in a blur of polite greetings and small talk with strangers. Din was being as helpful as he could but it was hard to ignore the feeling deep in your gut that sadly, your wedding night wasn't something to be celebrated for you. You tried not to worry about your ‘wifely’ duties that were expected of you but you quickly learned that having children and the topic of it all was very openly discussed among Mandalorians.

“Ah! The big bad Mand’alor is married! Soon we'll be seeing plenty of little warriors running around!”

You both had gotten that comment a number of times throughout the night and after every single one, Din apologized. You were beginning to realize he was just as in over his head as you were. As the party slowly died down, you didn't want to bring up what would happen after the party. It was announced that the party was over and the two of you were retiring for the night. That was followed by loud congratulations and ‘whoops!’ from the crowd. Your ladies took you to your rooms to get you changed and gather your things. You were confused at first but they helped explain.

“You will move into the Marriage Chambers with the Mand’alor.”

“The rulers can only move in when married.”

Once you were changed into something less formal, your ladies started to take your belongings to the new living quarters. You had to admit your wedding dress was gorgeous, but the long loose fitting dress you now wore was much more your speed. As you were about to head the same way, there was a light knock at your slightly open door. Without turning to look at your visitor, you welcomed them in.

“I came to see if you were alright,” the smooth voice of your new husband took you aback at first. He had taken off his usual heavy armor and now donned a simple black tunic and pants. His hair was slightly messy, giving him a more, approachable look. Honestly, he looked almost… cute.

“Yes, I'm alright,” you lied. “I'm ready to move into the new chambers.”

“Well, that's what I came to talk to you about,” he stepped closer now and despite his large and imposing frame, somehow you knew you were safe with him. Not happy with him, but safe. “If you don't feel comfortable, you can stay here as long as you need to.”

“Is that normal? For the King and Queen to sleep separately?” The two of you moved to sit across from each other in the seating area in your rooms.

“As far as I know, it's never happened, but that doesnt matter…”

“Of course it matters, it’s Mandalorian tradition, and since I am Mandalorian now, I suppose I have to join in on the traditions,” you tried to sound kind but you heard the sadness in your own voice. The conversation with your mother had sparked some realization in you. The people of Mandalore would look to you as their queen now. You were expected to keep up an image for the public and the court. You thought if you did, your time here would be easier spent.

“You're the Queen, you can do whatever makes you happy,” he placed a hand delicately on your knee, making you flinch slightly. He immediately pulled it back. “I’m sorry, I'm not very good at… this,” he motioned between you. You had to admit you admired his efforts but your heart still remembered why you were here in the first place. “Would you like to talk about… anything?”

You recognized this scary man was trying to have an honest conversation about your feelings, despite everything else about him. His soft brown eyes were telling you that you could trust him. You knew you didn't want to have the kind of marriage that started out with contempt and awkwardness.

“I left everything behind, my family, friends and my…” you shook your head, trying to clear her from your mind. “My best friend. We did everything together. Quite honestly, she was more than that…”

Fond memories of spending the entire day out in the lush fields reading your favorite books and talking about everything in the galaxy were coming back to you now. You could still smell the sweet perfume that always lingered when she was around, like honey and fresh flowers. You always wanted to tell her how you felt, truly felt about her, but you knew it wouldn't change anything about your future. You didn't even know if she felt the same way, so you played it safe and kept your most precious friendship just that, a friendship.

The silence stretched on between you and your husband, not something quite awkward but neither of you knew what to do next. When you met his gaze again your view was suddenly blurred with cloudy tears on your lashes. You didn't even know you were crying until then. Before either of you could say anything else, his large hand came up to wipe the tears from your cheek. In some odd way, the roughness of his hands were a sort of comfort to you now. Hands that were hardened from rigorous days of handling heavy weapons and causing pain were now the only thing calming your heart.

A small exhale escaped your lungs as you leaned into his touch, ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry you had to leave her,” his words made your heart leap. “I know what it's like to lose a loved one. I… lost my son a while back.”

Your heart dropped. A son? No one ever mentioned he had a son before.

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea…” As an instant reflex, your hand now covered his that was still cradling your face. “Is he…?” You didn't even want to utter the word.

“He is alive. He went back to his people. I was more like just a guardian for him…”

Your heart broke. You could hear the hurt in his voice, the sorrow in his eyes was unmistakable. Before you knew what you were doing, you closed the distance between you and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Somehow, hearing about his loss made you feel all the better around him.

He was stunned at first. He can't remember the last time he was hugged, let alone had any human contact that wasn't fighting. He found himself melting into your arms, breathing in your scent and wrapping his arms around your form. He knew it would be a difficult transition for you and he knows what it's like to be thrown into something that you're not prepared for. He won’t have you hate your life, he wouldn't want that for anyone, but he was glad you already seemed comfortable with him. The way he was trying to be for you was all new territory for him. Nothing he was saying or doing with you was false but he didn't want to scare off his new bride so he was making a conscious effort to make you feel at ease with him.

You slowly pulled out of the hug, almost not wanting to leave his warm embrace. This metal wall of a man was showing you he had a beating heart underneath it all, something you were sure was only for you to see. That same beating organ inside your chest was telling you to throw yourself wholeheartedly into this man, be completely open with him, but a small part of your brain was telling you to guard yourself. You didn't know this man, you couldn't just trust him without learning more first. The hug was only separated far enough so that you were still right up against his strong body and your face was barely an inch away from his. His breath fanned over your cheek and you could still smell the wine that you two shared that evening.

His hand returned to your face, holding you there with a silent plea, as if he would fall apart if you left him. It was hard for either of you to deny the attraction but something like a warning beacon was going off in your mind to tread carefully. As your heart rate increased, those beautiful brown eyes started to come closer to yours, his nose brushing yours as he angled his face, his lips finally making contact with your... cheek?

You released a breath you didn't know you were holding and relished in the feel of his lips on your skin. His lips parted slightly, placing another kiss closer to your jaw and instinct kicked in as you rolled your head to the side, allowing him more access.

Suddenly, Din pulled away.

You secretly hated the loss of contact, already addicted to his touch. The only sounds radiating through the room was the quiet crackle of the fireplace and the heavy breathes coming from your lips. Sudden awareness of your situation rolled over you, there you were with your new stranger of a husband kissing your neck on your wedding night. Ducking your head as embarrassment creeped up your neck, you could feel the needy tension dying in the quiet air. It's like there was cold water thrown over both of you as he stood from his seat and he looked down at you with a hint of longing still lingering in those amber irises. A warm hand is extended in your direction, helping you up from the settee.

“You may stay wherever you are more comfortable tonight, my queen,” the last word, your title, mumbled into the top of your hand as his lips kissed the delicate skin there. An undeniable shiver racked over your body as you felt the spark once again from his touch. Without so much as another word, he hurried from the room, the door whipping the air as he closed it behind himself.

The privacy gave you a chance to soak in the moment you just experienced with the king, your king. You touched your fingers to your cheek, almost trying to press the ghostly feeling of his lips on you permanently into the skin. Despite the fact that you had already shared a kiss with the Mandalorian, that was for the public, this felt more… intimate. This was just for the two of you. The gentle gesture was proof enough that he wasn't going to force anything upon you that you didn't wish.

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As Din made his way back to the shared chambers, scrubbing his hand down the front of his face, trying to force the memory of you against him away. Truth is, since he had seen you float down the aisle to him, he couldn't get you out of his mind. All night long his only thought was you. He would look over to see you smiling in conversation with someone or looking completely bored to tears and just feel his heartbeat speed up. He thought every single emotion on your face was breathtaking. Due to his mind being occupied by you, Din made it back to his rooms complealty by muscle memory, ripping his clothes off his body as he went into the fresher.

He propped his large form over the basin of his sink, looking at himself in the mirror. He wasn't sure why but he knew that he was already so intrigued by you, that scared him a little bit. He didn't want to overwhelm you in this new environment. He ran the water until it was warm, soothing to his aching hands and washing away the stress on his face. As soon as he closed his eyes, the only image on his mind was seeing you with your head thrown back, heavy sighs falling from your lips as you reveled in the feeling of his lips on your jaw. The mere memory of you reacting to his touch was sending his mind and heart racing. He imagined all the ways he would like to see you reacting to his touch, his tongue and many, many other things.

He shook his head trying to rid himself of the thoughts, he almost felt dirty for even thinking it. There was no denying his attraction to you but he wasn't going to assume anything on your end. Din tried to wash away his desire by stepping into the warm water of the fresher stall but trying to not think about you only made him think about you more.

Your soft glowing skin, brilliant smile and beautiful lips. Ever since you pressed your body to his and hugged him tight against you, he felt his pants growing tighter. He hated to admit it, but you excited him like no other. He was struggling to keep his sanity as his right hand found the base of his now hard cock while his left was the only thing keeping him standing up right against the metal of the shower wall. He began to slowly stroke himself, already feeling close to release. Images of you and your perfect form flashed through his mind. One in particular of you on your knees under him now, your slick mouth doing the work for him. The thought alone caused his whole body to tense as he pumped his length, finishing with a soft grunt.

The weight of slight shame for his thoughts weighed on him as he prepared to get into the large bed of the marriage chambers. He moved in this morning before the wedding, unaware that you might be hesitant to share a bed with him. To him it was just custom, nothing to be ashamed or scared of. As he wrapped the towel around his waist, he made his way into the bedroom to find something to wear to bed.

He never expected to find you there, sleeping in the shared bed.

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When you decided to share the bed with your husband, you didn't want either of you to make a big deal about it, so when you heard the shower running you thought it was a perfect opportunity. You quietly made your way into the room and slipped under the covers. The feeling of the soft sheets paired with the wine still in your system caused you to doze off before Din even finished his shower.

This routine of not talking about staying in the same bed went on for weeks now. One of you would slip into bed unnoticed and due to the bed being larger than a bantha, you two never even came close to touching each other during the night.

The weeks following the wedding were a very hectic few weeks. Din had many things to take care of as Mand’alor, and you now had new duties as Queen. Your attention was called to making many decisions too, it's one of the only places in the galaxy where the Queen is a complete equal to the King. You did like the alone time to do your own thing but you couldn't lie, you did find yourself looking for your husband. One of the only times you two got any alone time was during dinner, usually spent at some large fancy table. You always secretly looked forward to it, a chance to look down the long tablet at your admittedly gorgeous husband. Over the weeks of official meetings, clothing fittings and council sit-ins you would steal glances at your husband and your view of the man has completely changed.

Up until this last week, you didn't want to admit to even yourself that you were drawn to him. Something in his dark yet soft demeanor you could see more to him that he doesn't show anyone else. Seeing him interact with the court and other Mandalorians he is closed off and harsh, to be expected from the Mand’alor and ex-bounty hunter but when you two are alone it's like a different person. His eyes soften and create a warmth in your heart that is hard to ignore. While you didn't ask for this situation in the first place, you were quickly growing fond of the king at your side. He revealed himself to be extremely supportive by always having you back when it came to making decisions. He was also quite the gentleman and never expected anything from you without you offering it first.

You grew accustomed to the routine of the palace, learning the ways of everyone there and finding your place among them. Throughout the days, you and Din found more things to talk about and you found yourself smiling more than usual, he was actually quite funny and charming. You even went to supper one night to find the overly large banquet table replaced with a cozy yet intimate table. Your husband claimed he made the change because he ‘actually liked speaking with you at dinner and not just seeing you from across the mile long table.’

You awoke one morning to find there was a small meeting called with just the closest members of court, yourself and the king. This was highly unusual and never happened in the almost month you had been there. You met Din in the throne room as you both took your seats. The six members of court make their way into the large room to formally greet you both.

“Your Majesties,” an older man, Lir, stepped forward. “I regret to inform you that there have been rumors…” He trailed off, looking slightly scared to say what he knew.

“Rumors? What kind of rumors?” Din sat slightly forward now, elbow resting on one knee.

“Rumors of revolt, Your Majesty. There is a group of radicalist that do not approve of your recent marriage.” His eyes now landed on you, something undetectable in his eyes, it felt almost like blame.

“What do these radicalists intend to do?” The king said the word like they were not a threat but you could tell he was worried, for your sake.

“There is said to be an attack, Mand’alor. An attack on the Queen.” The small group suddenly became upset, some of them clearly not learning about this until now. “I do not know when or where but it seems it might come soon.”

“How do you know of this attack, Lir?” Din’s voice was rough through the helmet, his aggravation clear.

“My informants heard of it through the grapevine, sir. They are trustworthy, I assure you.”

The rest of the morning was spent devising a plan. You insisted the entire palace was safe and you trusted people here but they did not want to take any chances. Din always respected your opinion but this time he was not willing to risk anything. You two just started to care for each other and he was not going to lose you now.

The final plan was this; you were to stay mostly in the chambers, the door always heavily guarded and anywhere you went, you needed at least three guards with you. To you it felt unnecessary, you even argued that this might all be a ruse to stir up doubt in the people but Din would not relent.

“I'm not going to risk anything, I'm not losing you,” he pleaded, knowing you were strong willed and you had to agree with him to make any of it work. His large hand covered your cheek. “Please, I know you can take care of yourself but do this for me, I need to know you will be ok.” You rarely ever heard this man say please, only to you and not often so you felt the weight of his words.

“Alright, fine. Just know, I'll hate it,” you both chuckled as you kissed the inside of his palm. That was something else you two had grown more comfortable with, physical touch. Small touches there, soft kisses here. It was all adding up to become quite intimate and every single touch sent electricity rushing through you. Even as you grew accustomed to his touch, his words were what made your heart flutter. It was very clear that the Mand’alor was not a man of many words so when he professed his feelings to you, that's when you truly felt special.

For the next few days you followed the plan. Din made sure you had plenty of things to occupy your time in the chambers and you had your ladies-in-waiting to keep you company. But the person you found yourself missing was your husband.

“So, your Majesty, if it's not overstepping… how is your relationship going with the Mand’alor?” Lista, your main lady-in-waiting you learned was quite brash but she always meant well. You two had grown quite close.

“Uh, it's actually going…,” you couldn't help the smile growing on your face. “Quite well, he is quite charming,” dipping your head down to hide your blush didn't go unnoticed by your friend.

You both continued to laugh and discuss daily life as she brushed your hair, something you found you loved her to do. You spent the afternoon reading and writing, waiting to hear any news from your husband's group. They went out early this morning to follow a lead on the radicalist group. You were told you would hear from them before the end of the day but nothing has come up yet. You were deep in thought about the threat facing the royal family when a guard burst into your room, unannounced, making you and Lista jump.

The guard looked flustered and worried and it made your eyes burn with the threat of tears. “Sorry for the interruption Your Majesty,” he quickly bowed, like he almost forgot. “His Majesty is back and requesting your presence.”

“Is he alright? Please tell me he's alright,” you stood as you pleaded for the soldier to tell you more.

He simply said, “Follow me.”

You raced after the man and made your way through the mazes of hallways that finally led to the healing rooms. You entered to find many armored soldiers, bloody and bruised, some dead. Your head began to swim as you searched the crowd for that familiar shiny helmet. Your eyes were quickly drawn to those of your husband, breathing and alive. You raced through the crowded space, weaving through beds of injured men and women. You found Din laying on a stretcher, his face tired and his temple split, blood running down his face.

“Oh, Maker…” you hesitated to lay a finger on him, worried you would hurt him more. His hand found yours as he slowly sat up, wincing as he went.

“I'm alright mesh’la,” he gave you a sad smile, like he was exhausted. “Just some bruised ribs, I've had worse.”

“You need a bacta shot, where is the bacta?” you were sounding frantic, but it was only because now that you saw him in front of you, you could worry about his well being yourself.

“It’s ok, I told them to take care of the rest first, I’ll be fine, don't worry, mesh’la.” You sat with the King until the healer came over with the shot of bacta. The doctor quickly looked over his injuries; his abdomen was very bruised and his temple was cut but nothing that couldn't be fixed. For the most part, the group got out ok, aside from a few unlucky ones.

“You should rest Mand’alor, for a day or so, until you are no longer sore,” the healer walked away after a small bow to show respect. You two made your way to the shared chambers accompanied by at least half a dozen guards, Din leaning slightly on you, his legs still very sore.

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After you thoroughly checked out the stubborn man to your liking, he headed into the fresher to wash the day off his tired body. As you took out the loose braid in your hair, sitting in front of your vanity table, you looked into the mirror to find your husband stepping out of the shower. Something had shifted in the air since you found him, bloodied and beaten down, something was more tense now. When your eyes met in the reflection, our breath was stolen from your lungs. Din was in nothing but a dark towel, hanging low on his hips, water dripping down his form. The bacta got rid of most of the bruising but there were still some small purple patches near his ribs but he was still glowing.

His skin was bronzed and the hard lines of his abs were nothing short of distracting. You let your eyes linger down his body and found yourself imagining what was under the edge of the towel. You had never really wondered that before, of course he was attractive but you were both still learning each other. Your eyes traveled back up and met his again and your breathing seemed to synchronize with his. You both were frozen there, discovering something new with each other. You were growing closer of course but this was the first time there was pure desire between you both.

Din slowly made his way over to you, placing his warm hand in the space right between your neck and your shoulder. Your lungs released a breath you didn't know you held. His eyes never left yours until he got close enough to see you clearly. He trailed down your body, looking over where your thin dress dips between your breasts. It's like you were seeing each other for the first time.

“Mesh’la, you look…,” he looked sort of conflicted, like he wasn't sure how to proceed. “lovely.”

His voice, his presence, him saying that, it will be burned into your memory forever. His voice was like velvet yet rough in a way that made your spine tingle. His fingers started to slightly dig into the tense muscle in your neck, massaging as you rolled your head back into his arm.

“Din…” your voice was a breath, barely there, begging him to do… something. Your eyes matched in the mirror again, trying to convey all the things that neither of you would say. “You worried me today, I thought something horrible happened.”

“I'm alright ad’ika, I promise,” his hand hovered over the skin of your neck as he now cupped your jaw. This was the most intimate moment you two had together since your wedding night. You could feel the heat radiating off his still bare body, it was starting to make you dizzy. His amber eyes were locked onto yours as he slowly lowered his head next to yours, his breath fanning your face. His lips were grazing the edge of your ear as he spoke.

“I’m sorry I worried you, dove,” his voice was different now, charged with something new. “You know I’ll always come back to you.” An audible moan escaped your lips, something you didn't expect of yourself. Just then he kissed along your jaw drawing more ragged breaths from you, his mouth ending up at your ear again. “I could never leave you, mesh’la.”

“W-what does that mean? You always call me that, what does it mean?” you lolled your head back, leaning into his soft kisses.

“It… kiss…means…kiss…beautiful,” he stole your breath for the hundredth time in the last few minutes. Beautiful. His lips sealed around the bottom of your ear, a rush of electricity running under your skin. A low hum vibrated through you as he kept kissing along your soft skin. “Because you are the most beautiful…kiss… woman I have ever met.”

You felt like you were in a dream, your head was in the clouds and your stomach was in knots. You couldn't take the tension anymore, it had been building up for weeks to this moment. You wouldn’t let it pass you by. Twisting around in your chair, you help onto Din’s face to keep him there as your lips crashed into his. You each molded your lips around the others, a mix of passion and gentleness you hadn't expected from him. Your husband wrapped his hands around your waist to help you stand. You could tell he was excited, as were you, but he was holding back, trying not to overwhelm you. It made you smile.

“Please,” pulling away just enough, pleading for more. “I'm not going to break, I promise,” you grabbed his face for another kiss.

“Are you sure?” His charming smirk made your heart hammer in your chest.

Nodding instead of opening your mouth, you feared only a moan would escape. You walked forward to back him up to the end of the bed, causing him to sit at the foot. Your hands never left each other, roaming over your clothes, needing more contact. You each made quick work of the remaining clothing before he laid you down on the lush fur covering the bed. The fire raged on the opposite wall of the large bedroom but it still made his warm skin glow like the sun. His lips never left your skin, covering every inch in his kisses finally landing at your breasts. He licked over your silky skin, closing his mouth over your pert nipples drawing wordless pleas from you. You couldn't help your back arching into his body, driving you both wild. Your hands flew to his hair, holding onto the dark locks for dear life.

“P-please Din,” your voice was not your own, your body was moving on its own, begging for more.

“What, dove? What do you want?” He met your eyes, looking up from his place at your chest.

“Everything. I wa-want everything.”

“I’ll give you the world, ad’ika,” his voice was pure sin. You believed every word that came out of his mouth, and you were ready for it.

He made his way down your body, torturously slow. His hands slid under your legs to place them over his shoulders. He never ceased his exploration of your body, his fingers roaming every part of you they could reach. You knew the King was only very vocal with you but this was something new from him. Any second his lips were not on you, they were mumbling something in Basic or Mandoa, none of which you could understand. The moment was so surreal to you, you never expected it to feel this good, nothing had even happened yet.

“What does that m-mean?”

“Ad’ika?” You nod. “It means little one.” Hearing it in Basic made your core clench around nothing. You threw your head back as his mouth came back down, on your slick folds this time. The slightest touch of his tongue made you see stars. He began to trace the delicate skin there with a barely there lick, driving you more mad than you already felt. You couldn't hold yourself still, needing more stimulation than what he was teasing you with.

“Please, Maker…Din I-I need –” He cut you off with a long lick of his strong tongue up your folds, circling your bundle of nerves. Your jaw dropped in a silent scream as he began to work his tongue faster, the coil in your lower stomach tightening. The pleasure was building fast, faster than you expected. Just as you were feeling like you couldn’t take anymore, you felt the small stretch of his fingers entering you, curling into your heat. The moan that passed your lips surprised you, telling your husband not to stop.

“I need you to cum for me, my Queen,” his fingers never stopped. “Cum on my fingers.” Following his command, you did, longer and harder than ever before. You felt yourself clenching around his fingers that never stopped their movements as you came on his tongue. He looked up from between your legs as you came down from your high then kissed his way back up your form. You tasted yourself on his lips when he kissed you, more possessive this time. “You were so good for me baby,” it almost felt wrong to love the taste of yourself on his tongue. He settled his hips in between yours, the tip of his hard length teasing your entrance. Your ankles were locked around his back, trying to make him move into you.

“I can’t wait any longer, please… my King,” you knew that he loved it as soon as his eyes darkened with lust, somehow more than before.

He dropped his head into your neck and grazed his lips over your pulse as he growled into your ear. Before you could beg him anymore, he sunk into you, inch by beautiful inch. The stretch was more than you could have imagined but it turned into pure, burning pleasure.

“Oh fuck me, you feel like heaven,” his eyes were full of pleasure and you could fell every inch of him as he stalled to revel in the feeling. You both cried out in ecstasy as he began to move, the pressure in your pelvis growing quickly once again. As his body moved quicker on top of yours, his hands roamed your skin, grabbing every inch of you he could touch. His soft fingertips left arousal in their wake, your whole body alive with the feeling of him. You decided then and there that his moans were the most beautiful sound ever and you would do anything to hear them.

Suddenly Din grabbed one of your wrists, adjusting to sit up while still inside you, using your hand to touch down your own body. He gently bent down to meet your hand, drawing your two middle fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the pads of your fingers. Leaving your fingers sufficiently wet, he placed your hand back at your own heat.

“I want you to touch yourself, ok?” His soft command made the pressure grow in your lower stomach. “I want to watch you, t-touch yourself,” your husband never stopped his movements, his hips beginning to snap faster into yours as his gaze traveled down to your hand, now circling your clit. His spit mixed with your already slick skin made your fingers glide effortlessly around your bundle of nerves. Your back arched off the bed at the feeling of your orgasm growing closer. “Fuck, dove. You look s-so pretty with me inside you, mmh–”

You swear you could feel the vibration of his groans in the very fiber of your being. The muscles in your lower stomach started to spasm and your body felt like it was floating as he gripped your hips to pull you into himself. The force of his movements were causing your breast to sway with the motions as his large hands massaged them.

“Mhn– D-Din, I can't… oh Maker, I’m gonna–,” you cut yourself off with your other hand clasped to your mouth, trapping your sound sound of pleasure behind it. Before you could even think, Din ripped your hand from your own mouth and pinned it to the sheets.

“I want this whole palace to know that you're m-mine,” he never relented in his vicious pace as he growled the command in your ear. That sentence alone sent you tumbling over the edge of your orgasm. Stars exploded like lightspeed across your vision and you felt like you were floating in space. The muscles in your core tightened to trigger your husband's release on the tail end of yours. The gravel in his voice thickened as he spilled into you, repeating your name like a mantra. Din held you as you came down from your high, rubbing the soft skin of your arms causing goosebumps to raise, his touch never got old.

“If this is what happens when I get hurt, I'm going to start lots of fights,” you could hear the laughter in his voice. He sounded utterly ecstatic, more than you had ever seen him before.

“Please don't do that, my heart couldn't take it,” you were deadly serious but you couldn't help laughing. The thought of him starting fights just to win your affections was something so ridiculously boarish.

“Alright dove, fine. I won’t, but I will cut down anyone who tries to come after you. No second thought.”

“I guess that’s alright with me.” You kissed him sweetly and you two fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

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#din dijarin x reader #din djarin #din djarin smut #fanfic #reader fanfiction #star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin x you #no y/n

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So I'm currently unemployed because I got fired for taking too much sick leave (it was legally sketchy blah blah blah but in the end I just can't work and take care of myself and investigate my mystery health problems at the same time). So I've been spending more time writing!

I really admire your writing and loved Hunger Pangs. I'm looking forward to the poly elements developing and I'm wondering if you have any advice for writing about poly. I've made one of my projects a snarky take on "write what you know" ... Apparently what I know is southern gothic meets Pacific northwest gothic, chronic illness pandemic surrealism, and falling back-asswards into threesomes.

I know this is a very open-ended question and I don't expect an answer, I'm just curious about it if you have the energy. As a writer, trying to write honestly / realistically about polyamory/enm, I'm curious if you have any thoughts on what's different about portraying monogamy or nonmonogamy in books, romance or erotica or otherwise.

I'm trying to read examples but it's hard to find examples that fit the niche I'm looking at. Excuse me if this question is nonsense, it's the cluster headaches.

I'm sorry to hear you've been dealing with all that and solidarity on the cluster headaches. But I'm glad you're finding an outlet through writing! And I hope you're happy with an open-ended ramble in response because oh boy, there's a lot I could talk about and I could probably do a better job of answering this sort of thing with more specific questions, but let's see where we end up.

There's definitely a big difference between writing polyamory/ENM (ethical non-monogamy) and what people often expect from monogamous love stories.

Just even from a purely sales and marketing standpoint, the moment you write anything polyamorous (or even just straight up LGBTQIA+ without the ENM) you're going to get considered closer to being erotica/obscene than hetero romances. It's an unfair bias, but it's one that exists in our society. But also the Amazon algorithm and their shitty, shitty human censors. Especially the ones that work the weekends. (Talking to you, Carlos 🖕.)

So not only do you start out hyper-aware that you're writing something that is highly stigmatized or fetishized (at least I'm hyper-aware) but that you are also writing for a niche market that is starving for positive content because the content that exists is either limited, not what they want, or is problematic in some fashion i.e. highly stigmatized or fetishy. And even then, the wants, desires, and expectations of the community you're writing for are complex and wildly varied and hard to fit into an easy formula.

When writing monogamous love stories, there is a set expectation that’s really hard to fuck up once you know it. X person meets Y. Attraction happens, followed by some sort of minor conflict/resolution. Other plot may happen. A greater catalyst involving personal growth for both parties (hopefully) happens. Follow the equation to its ultimate resolution and achieve Happily Ever After.

But writing ENM is... a lot more difficult, if only because of the pure scope of possibilities. You could try to follow the same equation and shove three (or more) people into it, but it rarely works well. Usually because if you’re doing it right, you won’t have enough room in a single character arc to allow for enough growth, and if ENM requires anything in abundance, it’s room to grow.

And this post is huge so I’m going to put the rest under a cut :)

There's also a common refrain in certain online polyam/ENM circles that triads and throuples are overrepresented in media and they may be right to some extent. Personally, I believe the issue isn't that triads and throuples are overrepresented, but that there is such minuscule positive rep of ethical non-monogamy in general, that the few tiny instances we have of triads in media make it seem like it's "everywhere" when in actuality, it's still quite rare and the media we do have often veers into Unicorn Hunter fetish porn. Which is its own problematic thing. And just to be clear, I’m not including this part to dissuade you from writing "falling back-asswards into threesomes." If anything, I need more of it and would hook it directly into my brain if I could. I'm just throwing it out there into the void in the hope that someone will take the thought and run with it, lol.

I’d love to see more polyfidelitous rep in fiction, just as much as I’d like to see more relationship anarchy too. More diversity in fiction is always good.

Another thing that differs in writing ENM romance vs conventional monogamy is the feeling like you need to justify yourself. There's a lot of pressure to be as healthy and non-problematic as possible because you are being held to a higher standard of criticism. Both from people from without the ENM communities, and from the people within. Granted, some people don't give a shit and just want to read some fantastic porn (valid) but there are those who will cheerfully read Fifty Shades of Bullshit and call it "spicy" and "romantic," then turn around and call the most tooth-rottingly-sweet-fluff about a queer platonic polycule heresy. That's just the way the world works.

(Pro-tip for author life in general: never read your own reviews; that way madness lies. I glimpsed one the other day that tagged Hunger Pangs as “ethical cheating” and just about had an aneurism.)

And while that feeling of needing to justify yourself comes from a valid place of being excluded from the table of socially accepted norms, it can also be to the detriment of both the story and the subject matter at hand. I've seen some authors bend so far over backward to avoid being problematic in their portrayal of ENM, they end up being problematic for entirely different reasons. Usually because they give such a skewed, rose-tinted perspective of how things work, it ends up coming off as well... a bit culty and obnoxious tbh.

“Look how enlightened we are, freed from the trappings of monogamy and jealousy! We’re all so honest and perfect and happy!”

Yeah, uhu, sure Jan. Except here’s the thing, not all jealousy is bad. How you act on it can be, but jealousy itself is an important tool in the junk drawer that is the range of human emotion. It can clue us in to when we’re feeling sad or neglected, which in turn means we should figure out why we’re feeling those things. Sometimes it’s because brains are just like that and anxiety is a thing. Other times it’s because our needs are actually being neglected and we are in an unhealthy situation we need to remedy. You gotta put the work in to figure it out. Which is the same as any style of relationship, whether it’s mono, polyam or whatever flavor of ENM you subscribe to* And sometimes you just gotta be messy, because that’s how humans are. Being afraid to show that mess makes it a dishonest portrayal, and it also robs you of some great cannon fodder for character development.

Which brings me in a roundabout way to my current pet peeve in how certain writers take monogamous ideals and apply them to ENM, sometimes without even realizing it. The “Find the Right Person and Settle Down” trope.

Often, in this case, ENM or polyamory is treated as a phase. Something you mature out of with age or until you meet “The One(tm).” This is, of course, an attempt to follow the mono style formula expected in most romances. And while it might appeal to many readers, it’s uh, actually quite insulting.

To give an example, I am currently seeing this a lot in the Witcher fandom.

Fanon Netflix!Jaskier is everyone's favorite ethical slut until he meets Geralt then woops, wouldn’t you know, he just needed to find The One(tm). Suddenly, all his other sexual and romantic exploits or attractions mean nothing to him. Let's watch as he throws away a core aspect of his personality in favor of a man.

Yeah... that sure showed those societal norms...

If I were being generous, I’d say it’s a poor attempt at showing New Relationship Euphoria and how wrapped up people can become in new relationships. But honestly, it’s monogamous bias eking its way in to validate how special and unique the relationship is. Because sometimes people really can’t think of any other way to show how important and valid a relationship is without defining it in terms of exclusivity. Which is a fundamental misunderstanding of how ENM works for a lot of people and invalidates a lot of loving, serious and long-term relationships.

This is not to say that some polyam/poly-leaning people can't be happy in monogamous relationships! I am! (I consider myself ambiamorous. I'm happy with either monogamy or polyamory, it really just depends on the relationship(s) I’m in.) But I also don't regard my relationship with a mono partner as "settling down" or "growing up." It's just a choice I made to be with a person I love, and it's a valid one. Just like choosing to never close yourself off to multiple relationships is valid. And I wish more people realized that, or rather, I wish the people writing these things knew that :P

Anyway, I think I’ve rambled enough. I hope this collection of incoherent thoughts actually makes some sense and might be useful.

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*A good resource book that doesn't pull any punches in this regard is Polysecure by Jessica Fern. It's a wonderfully insightful read that explores the messier side of consensual non-monogamy, especially with how it can be affected by trauma or inter-relationship conflicts. But it also shows how to take better steps toward healthy, ethical non-monogamy (a far better job than More Than Two**) and conflict resolution, making it a valuable resource both for someone who is a part of this relationship style***, but also for writers on the outside looking in who might have a very simple or misguided idea of what conflict within polyam/ENM relationships might look like, vs traditional monogamous ones.

** The author of More Than Two has been accused of multiple accounts of abuse within the polyamorous community, with many of his coauthors having spoken out about the gaslighting and emotional and psychological damage they experienced while in a relationship with him. A lot of their stories are documented here: https://www.itrippedonthepolystair.com/ (warning: it is not light material and deals with issues of abuse, gaslighting, and a whole other plethora of Yikes.) While some people still find More Than Two helpful reading, there are now, thankfully, much, much better resources out there.

*** Some people consider polyam/ENM to be part of their identity or orientation, while others view it as a relationship style.It largely depends on the individual.

#long post #writing #ethical non-monogamy #relationship styles #relationship models in fiction #also that kindle link is an affiliate link #because fuck giving amazon free recs

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andreafmn · 3 years

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I'm Not Afraid - Chapter 1

Word Count: 3,325

Characters: Female Reader Argent Character, Original Male Argent Character, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Chris Argent, Jackson Whittemore

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father's sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin's, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Teen Wolf, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and MTV Network. The only thing I own is Argent Reader insert, her immediate family, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others' storyline.

Chapter: 1/?

Chapter Description: (Y/N) finally arrives at Beacon Hills for the funeral of her aunt and meets a certain wolf to which she feels a special connection.

A/N: Second fandom I'm writing for. I love Teen Wolf so much and the trope of hard Derek but only soft for you makes my heart sing. If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 1

I hugged the black coat to my body as hard as I could whilst pushing through the sea of press. Our family's last name became quite known after the reports about my aunt, whose burial we were attending. She had allegedly burned down a house with people in it. She killed them in cold blood. I hugged my grieving uncle and his less grieving wife, then my cousin who had a painful look on her face. I hugged her the longest. She let herself crumble on my arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Even though she was a horrible person she was still our aunt, family.

I took my seat behind Allison when my father, my mother, uncle Chris, and aunt Victoria stood up. Allison didn't lift her head and neither did I. I just tried to comfort her.

"It's been such a long time I don't expect you to call me grandpa." We both looked up to see a white-haired man who resembled the Argent features. "Don't worry about it, just call me Gerard." He hugged both of us, an overpowering aura emanating from his being. When we were engulfed, I looked to the side and saw two boys squatting behind a gravestone. If they were hiding, they were doing a horrible job at it.

"But I prefer Grandpa," Gerard said walking to his seat. I sat back down and drifted off during the whole ceremony. Once it was over, I joined my parents and we drove to our new house. I have a feeling that life here will be very interesting.

That weekend I decided that I had been putting working out off for too long. I changed into comfortable workout clothes and gave food to my dog, Brody. I headed out the door, put my earbuds on, and started to jog. I really didn't know where I was going since it was a new place for me, all I know is that I kept running until I reached the woods. The bad thing about this, I had no idea how to get back home. Even though I knew of this sidetrack and I knew I would be late to get back home, I kept running, needing a release from the mundane feeling of being new in town and having to reunite from our estranged family in a funeral.

I had gained a lot of momentum. God knows how fast I was running at this point that is until I hit something, it almost felt like a wall. When I looked up, I saw a very handsome guy. Spiked hair, green eyes, and slight stubble. If it weren't for the fact that I was already sweaty I would have started to sweat showers of how nervous I was. That is until he opened his mouth.

"Watch where you're going." He growled at me.

"How about you fucking move and not be a prick?" He looked at me with big eyes, probably in surprise, but quickly changed to his menacing look. Who was he trying to fool?

"Well, this is private property, which means that you're trespassing, meaning you should pay more attention to your surroundings."

"I'm sorry but a burnt-down house with almost no walls or roof is barely a property. So, how about you stop being an idiot and I can be on my way." I started to jog once again but he gained my attention once more.

"You're new here, aren't you?" I turned around to face him.

"What's it to you?" He raised his eyebrow.

"I'll take that as a yes." The cockiness oozed out of his pores.

"And why the hell should that matter?"

"Because no one would dare talk to me that way."

"Who would be afraid of a little sour wolf?" He tensed up. "Dude, chill. I'm just kidding. But I doubt anyone would be afraid of Mr...."

"Hale. Derek Hale." He said extending his hand to me. Gee, after screaming at me he wants us to be acquaintances. I thought about not shaking his hand, but I didn't want to be rude. Well, more than I have been already.

"(Y/N). Argent." I shook his hand. Strong grip. Suddenly I felt a rush of déjà vu; I had met him the day before. "Wait, aren't you that guy I accidentally hit with my grocery cart yesterday?"

"Yeah, that really hurt. You hit my ankle. You could've had me limping."

"But you're not, so be grateful I didn't break your ankle." He laughed. "Damn, if I had known how cocky you really were, I would've hit you harder."

"So, you admit that you hit me?"

"Oh yeah, of course, I hit you. Accidentally that is."

"Yeah, yeah."

I looked around trying to find where the hell I had come from but there wasn't even the slightest trail as to where I was to go.

"So, miss (Y/N). Do you even know your way home?"

"No, but I'm sure I can find my way back." Then, he took keys out of his pocket and pointed to his car.

"Come on, I'll drive you around and you just tell me when something seems familiar."

"And why should I go with the guy that almost ripped out my throat for bumping into him? For all I know you could be driving me to my death." I crossed my arms over my chest, and he let out a loud sigh.

"Look, I'm sorry for snapping. But I'm trying to be nice. That doesn't happen very often."

"Alright, Mr. Hale. I'll let you take me home just because you are being nice now, after being a prick, and I'm exhausted."

"See, no one can resist me." I rolled my eyes at his cockiness. Seriously does he buy cans of it on eBay?

"Don't get cocky with me. I can punch the living daylights out of you." He chuckled and started to drive.

We drove for about 20 minutes until I finally recognized the curb that led to my house. Upon arriving at my driveway, I got out of the car and walked to the driver’s side.

"Give me your hand” For some reason, I felt compelled to do so. He took a pen and wrote down a number. "Call me if you ever need a tour of the town."

Three weeks later, I walked inside the school to meet up with Allison. I moved here with my family since dad had some business taking float. Being the new kid in town is never fun. I would know. I switch schools almost every year. The pro and con about this would be not being attached to anyone. Usually, I'm the one who doesn't talk to anyone and is called a freak. A derogatory term given to people who are way too different from others, but a title I wore proudly.

"Oh my gosh, (Y/N)! How have you been?" Allison wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. It was as if she hadn't seen me just three weeks ago.

"Hi, Allison. I've been good, getting acclimated to the new town. You?" You would think that because we were cousins, I would be more affectionate towards her but honestly, I wouldn't see her again for like three more years, so what's the point?

"I'm good. A little rocky at the start of coming here but good." Then, a boy with a buzz cut and one with great brown hair walked by and smiled at Alli. "Ooh, you should come meet my friends. Stiles, Scott!! Come here." The boys turned around with goofy grins on their faces.

"Hey, Allison. Who's this?" Buzzcut kid said.

"This is my cousin, (Y/N). She just moved here from Virginia."

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Scott." The one with the great hair said.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Stiles." I shook their hands and smiled.

"Nice to meet you, too, buzzcut." Allison and Scott laughed but Stiles only ran his hand through his hair, suddenly becoming hyperaware of his lack of locks.

"Allison. Who might this sexy lady be?" I rolled my eyes. The last thing I need is a narcissist with a god-complex trying to get close.

"Oh, Jackson, this is my cousin, (Y/N)."

"Hi." He extended his hand and looked me up and down.

"Hi." I smiled sarcastically, and when I didn't extend my hand, he dropped his.

Finally, after standing awkwardly behind Allison whilst her friends talked, the bell rang. Talk about saved by the bell.

"Hey, (Y/N), what's your first class?" I checked my schedule.

"Um, chemistry."

"Oh, good, then you're coming with us to Mr. Harris' class," Scott said pointing towards him and Stiles. I smiled and walked behind them.

Once we got to the classroom everyone turned to me, the ever-present sign of being new in the class evident in the stare of my classmates.

"Um, hi, my name is (Y/N) Argent and I'm new." The teacher, whom I guess is Mr. Harris, turned around to face me.

"Oh, yes, Miss Argent. Welcome. You will be sitting next to Isaac Lahey. Lahey, raise your hand." Once Isaac raised his hand, I noticed he was sat near Stiles and Scott. Two people I was trying to avoid. As I walked past, I accidentally pushed Stiles' book on his lap, startling him, resulting in an awkward descent from his lab stool onto the floor.

"Hi, again. I guess we are gonna see a lot of each other for the rest of the school year." I nodded and he scratched the back of his neck. "So, um, what school did you come from?"

"Lancaster High," I responded whilst writing down what Mr. Harris was writing on the board. Stiles kept trying to talk to me, but I would only give him short, cold answers or just ignore him. That is until Mr. Harris called our attention, that's when he finally got the memo to shut up.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to introduce myself since we're gonna be seated next to each other all year. I'm Isaac."

"I figured." I tried giving him my best smile. The vibe he was giving off seemed like he needed it. "I'm (Y/N)."

"Well, nice to meet you, (Y/N). Now I'll leave you to the class because if I don't I know I'll be failing even more than I am."

"Oh, well, maybe I can tutor you some time. I'm actually really good at science. My mom was a chemist professor once upon a time so I'm bound to understand all this."

"Really?!" His puppy eyes seemed to light up and I nodded. "That would actually be amazing."

"Sure thing. Now let's get back to class."

After Chemistry finished, I put everything in my bag as quickly as possible and sped to my next class, Math. Thankfully, none of Allison's friends shared this class with me but I did share it with Isaac. I didn't consider him much a friend but more an acquaintance in desperate need of help.

As the day progressed, I noticed the rest of my classes were shared with one or more of Allison's friends. They all tried to strike up a conversation but were quickly discouraged when met with my one-worded or vague answers. Especially, Stiles. He tried especially hard to get answers out of me, only being met with the occasional laugh or stare at his comical occurrences. He seemed like the kind of person you could just open up to. The same could be said about Scott. His shy nature was alluring, and he portrayed himself as a very trustworthy and loyal being.

But I would not allow myself to let them in. My whole being yearned for a real friendship, someone to share nothing and everything; never again.

At lunch, I sat outside and ate my food quietly, a book in front of my face to shield my eyes from the sun the prevalent stares of my peers. After some minutes of appreciated loneliness, the empty table was filled with conversating teenage bodies. I smiled politely but, in my mind, I was cursing them out.

"So, (Y/N), how's your day been?" Allison asked whilst munching on an apple. I swallowed what was left of my bite and answered.

"Fine, thank you." This time no one pressed on after my short answers, finally getting the hint of my disinterest. In the corner of my eye, I saw Isaac sitting under a tree munching on half a sandwich. I excused myself and went to join him, heavily enjoying his tranquil aura.

"Oh, hi, (Y/N)." He smiled sheepishly.

"Hey, Isaac. Is that all you're eating?"

"Yeah. I'm not very hungry." He looked down as if he were ashamed.

"Nonsense! Here," I gave him the other half of my burger and another bag of chips I had in my bag. "You can't tell me you're not hungry. You're a boy in peak development."

"Thanks." He smiled as he continued munching on his food. I put on some music and we continued eating in silence. No conversation required.

The day went on smoother than it started. Classes flew by fairly quickly and the incessant chit-chat seemed to diminish. During last period I was like every other student, anxiously waiting for the bell to signal the end of the school day. When my pleads were answered, I packed the necessary book into my bag and left the rest in my locker, expertly avoiding any more social encounters. Quickly, I made my way to the waiting open car door of my father's car, ignoring Allison's beckoning me t.wards the small group of friends.

"How was your first day, darling?" My father spoke up breaking my attention from the scenery.

"Like any other first day I've had." I smiled. "The towns might change but school is always the same."

Finally at home, we were greeted with the sight of my mother cooking; people were coming over.

"(Y/N), honey, Chris, Victoria, and Allison are coming over tonight. So, go do a quick workout and come back to get ready." I nodded and ran to my room to change into workout clothes.

My routine would normally consist of waking up, working out, go to school for a dreading eight hours, come back home, workout again, do my homework, eat, and go to sleep. I lead a very monotonous life and it had been this way since I could remember. One of my earliest memories was of my father teaching me archery alongside Allison, a great distraction to our always disrupted home life. As I got older, my father started training me in boxing and knife maneuvering. How would these skills help me in life were still a mystery but I felt safe knowing them.

I got changed and decided to take Brody out with me on a quick jog through the woods. "Hey, boy, ready to go?"

He jumped on me which I took as a yes and started for the woods. We ran down the same trail I had been going on for the past three weeks. Mostly, I went down this track in hopes that Derek would make an appearance, and today was not the exception. As the ruins of his house came to view so did his tall figure.

"Trespassing again?"

"It doesn't count if I know the owner." During our greeting, Brody's leash slipped out of my hand and he ran to jump on Derek, leaving slobbering licks on his cheek. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it." He chuckled and helped me bring him down.

"I guess he likes you, even though he doesn't like anyone but me. Guess you're special."

"Maybe." He grinned.

Out of nowhere, I hit him in the shoulder. "What was that for?!"

"For trying to run me over with your shopping cart two days ago. It was uncalled for."

"No, it was revenge. You hit ME first. In the ankle."

"You're still on with that. Come on, sour wolf. That happened three weeks ago, and it was an accident."

"Whatever. Come on, I'll give you a ride home. It's getting kind of dark." This had also become part of my routine. After "bumping" into Derek he would offer to drop me off at my house, claiming it was for security.

"Okay, we're here. By the way, the offer to show you around town is still up. Just call me whenever." He said as he stopped the car in front of my house.

"Alright, will do, and thanks for the ride, Derek. I'd invite you in, but my family is coming over."

"No worries, maybe another time."

"It's a date. Anyways, thanks again. See you when I see you."

"Okay, goodnight."

"Night." He waited until I entered the house and drove away.

"Munchkin, is that you?" My father screamed from the kitchen.

"Yeah!" I screamed back.

"Okay, well, go take a shower and get ready your uncle will get here soon."

I hurried up the stairs and hopped in the shower letting the hot water stream down my body calming any aching muscle that was palpitating. In my room, I searched through my closet for an acceptable family dinner outfit, deciding a grey sweater and black jeans would be enough. I braided my hair out of my face and went downstairs to help my mother set the table.

After we put the last plate the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" I ran to the door and was greeted by my uncle. "Uncle Chris!" I jumped and he hugged me. There was no doubt that he was my favorite family member, his presence was always welcoming. His wife on the other hand was as cold as the winters we spent in New York. She was nice but absolutely scary. "Hi, Aunt Victoria."

"Hello, (Y/N)." I hugged her and said hi to Allison.

"Come in, guys." They walked in and I closed the door behind them.

"So, (Y/N), how have you been?" Uncle Chris asked while stuffing his mouth with mom's famous lasagna.

"I've been good. I mean, moving all the time takes a toll on you at first, but I got used to it. It's easy now to pack it all up once the school year ends."

"Oh, honey, that must be so hard on you," Victoria said. I could not read her tone, her words spoke in sympathetic notes with an underlying melody of sarcasm. Not knowing what to answer, I bit my lip and nodded.

The whole evening was spent on us catching up and eating, laughing, playing games, but the good times came to an end when the clock hit 9:00 pm. It was stupid to set a curfew, but my mom usually had everyone in bed at this time, 10:30 as of late.

"You better come around the house more often." Uncle Chris demanded and hugged me.

"Yes, sir." I raised my hand to my eyebrow and saluted, as did he.

"Let's go, Chris. And thank you for the lovely dinner, Rebecca," Victoria said linking arms with my uncle and smiling at mom.

"No problem. Come by any time." They talked for a bit more and after they left, I went upstairs to change for bed.

"Momma, I'm gonna go to sleep."

"Okay, honey. Goodnight." I went upstairs, brushed my teeth, and put my hair in a ponytail.

Before bed, I made sure everything I would need for the next day was packed into my bag and made sure my alarm was set. I pulled all the throw pillows from my bed and set them aside, then making my way to the window to draw the curtains. Something caught my attention in the backyard, though. My eyes squinted trying to make out the figure in front of me. Blinking the confusion away, I made a double-take and looked back at an empty yard. I laughed to myself as I crept into bed. Why would Derek be in my backyard?

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