#genderbent muses

[liroyalty]

Sue's one true 24/7 job is to look like a 100/10

[gentil-minou]

wlw wangxian for @wlwangxianweek

Day 1 - In Over My Head (aka short girl Wei Ying being in over her head with her crush on the tall new girl Lan Zhan)

Wei Ying has sat in the second row from the front of the board since the very first day of school. It was the perfect spot, actually. Right next Mianmian and in front of her brother so maximum annoyance potential. Perfect. Best of all, no one sits in front of her, which is soooo important because no one tells you how awful being the shortest girl in your grade is until you're trying to see over their dumb big heads so she can see what the teacher's writing.

As long as they don't elbow her (though if they do, Wei Ying is much stronger than she looks. She can take them These thighs are all muscle, baby), she's peachy keen. Even when assholes like Wen Chao try to make fun of her, being this short gives her the perfect angle to look down at his crotch, frown, and say, "Wow, I'm so sorry. I think you can get surgery to fix that." Before running away cackling. She's fast, and these lumbering idiots will never catch up to her anyways, hehe.

So Wei Ying is feeling pretty damn good about everything, until the new girl walks into their homeroom.

She's laughing at something Nie Huaisang said and so isn't entirely paying attention until their teacher draws their attention. When she turns around, all she can see is the back of someone very, very tall, with incredibly long hair that goes all the way down their back.

Shiny and silky, the kind she'd seen in hair commercials, with the shower running overhead and soap streaming down a stranger's body…

Wow, Wei Ying must be envious. She's always liked her messy waves, but maybe it's just that she's interested in growing her hair out and straitening it or something.

Anyways, that's not the most important thing here. The most eye-catching thing about this new kid is how incredible tall she is. Like, almost reaching the top of the blackboard, taller than most of the boys tall. Wei Ying's head would probably wouldn't even reach her shoulders.

"So cool…" she whispers, subconsciously. Jiang Cheng elbows her to quiet down and she yelps, "Hey!" which unfortunately draws everyone's attention to her, including the new girl.

And…oh. Wow. New girl isn't just tall. She's so pretty. Model pretty. Pretty pretty.

Wei Ying's struck dumb by the way New Girl fixes an intense gaze on her, peering above wire-rimmed glasses with eyes honey-brown and lashes long enough the must brush against her glasses all the time. She's staring at her, well, glaring at her more like, but wow, Wei Ying doesn't mind at all.

She gulps as her eyes trails down the side of New Girl's perfectly sloped nose, down to thick plump lips that are pursed in a frown and just…ah, her throat feels parched.

Wei Ying has never cared much about other people's bodies before. She's touched herself, of course, but she hasn't had more than a peripheral interest in others. Her breasts are small and she's perfectly fine with them. The rest of her female friends are a bit larger than her, but it's never been much of big deal for her. She changes in front of them all the time and there's never been even the smallest hint of anything more untoward.

Now, she can't look away. She doesn't think she wants to.

New Girl's breasts are…incredible. Wow. She buttons her shirt all the way to the top, but she must have the wrong size or something because one of the buttons is stretched a bit and Wei Ying can just barely make out the lace edge of her—

Mianmian clears her throat beside her.

Oh. Wei Ying was staring. With her mouth wide open in an o. And standing up over the desk to lean forwards on the palm of her hands.

Oh.

Wei Ying drags her gaze back up to New Girls face and…yup, New Girl's glare is 1000% times worse now. But her ears are also tinged pink, peaking through strands of her long hair.

It's cute…really cute. She's super cute. Yeah.

"Wei Ying?" the teacher asks, "Are you perhaps volunteering to guide Lan Zhan around the school?"

"Huh?" Wei Ying says around her still dry throat, the name echoing in her head. A pretty name for a pretty girl. Wow.

She's a bit speechless still, but Jiang Cheng elbows her again and that seems to do the trick, fixing whatever got dislodged from her brain, and sending her back into high gear.

Yeah, she can totally show New Girl— Lan Zhan, wow, around! She's great at that.

She beams her brightest grin across the classroom, and okay Lan Zhan just frowns more but somehow that just makes her even prettier. "I'd be happy to!"

"Wonderful," their teacher says, amused. "Lan Zhan you may take a seat in front of Wei Ying then and she will give you a tour around the school after class."

Lan Zhan nods and walks over, except it almost seems like she glides over, the ends of her long uniform-issued skirt swishing around her ankles revealing plain white socks and matching shoes. It should be ridiculous but with the way her hair fans out behind her just makes her look ethereal. Wei Ying can almost imagine the sparkles that would follow in her wake.

Lan Zhan stops in front of her new desk and glances at Wei Ying, who smiles back up at her, all friendly and everything so she feels super welcome. Lan Zhan's face doesn't change at all, just gives her an impassive look before she sits down and...

Oh. That's a problem.

She blocks the board…Wei Ying can't see at all.

Normally, Wei Ying wouldn't think twice about telling someone to move their big head…except Lan Zhan doesn't have a big head.

Her head is small and perfect actually, and her hair slides over her shoulder and it's taking everything Wei Ying has in her to not touch it and see just how soft it is….but that's not the point. She can't see, and she's feeling so hot and flustered by it for some reason she doesn't know what to do at all.

Then, almost as if she can read her mind, Lan Zhan glances at her and, seeming to understand, shifts to the side so Wei Ying can see perfectly just around her shoulder.

Wei Ying smiles at her and taps her shoulder to say thank you, earning a static shock that's electrifying and sends sparks down her spine to pool in something low and deep within her.

Lan Zhan nods again, eyes cast and demure, and turns back to the board.

It's worked. Wei Ying can see the board again perfectly. So even if the new girl is kinda mean-looking, she's kind. The realization makes Wei Ying's heart flutter and her cheeks turn an embarassing pink. She tucks her chin into her hands, palms at her cheeks hoping her cool skin can relieve some of the heat.

But there's a new problem now. With the way Lan Zhan is sitting now, towards the side and angled a bit as she jots down notes with perfect penmanship, Wei Ying can study her profile. An unobstructed view.

It's very distracting, she can't focus on anything the teacher is saying, at all.

A very pretty distraction. Oh dear.

TBC

(threadfic here)

[rxbelling-hxrald]

@littlelegend​

// There you go, What an AI thinks genderbent Dan is. Honestly I was expecting worse. Pretty face, but she’ll still kick your ass.

[movietonight]

Very much enjoy seeing Wayne Rogers as thee malewife of all time

[whitecrownsblackthrones-archived]

I think about Slane in this outfit a lot

It’s my favorite one of his fc’s outfits.

[emma-cowboylikeme]

one piece fic recs

all of these will be sfw! aside from gen fics, these fics will include: zosan, zolaw, cross guild, zolu, sanami, sanuso, and saboala

gen/found family

thicker than water by nevermordor - law character study & law's relationship with the heart pirates. this is a must-read

build you up by nevermordor - usopp & franky!!! their dynamic means so much to me

requiem for lab rats by @missingn000 - what if sanji fought king instead of queen? what if they realized they were traumatized by the same man? WHAT THEN? this is an incredible fight scene and character study

is there anything so undoing as a daughter by @missingn000 - doflamingo & baby 5 from crocodile's pov. this fic made me insane, i can't recommend it enough

it's only blood by @missingn000 - goth family (mihawk & zoro & perona), this fic is absolutely beautiful

greatest gift of all by SoccerSarah01 - ASL brothers with younger luffy, SO CUTE

zosan

Letters on a Blackboard by Hazel_Athena - single dad zoro and teacher sanji. this was everything i needed, it was amazing

Veracity by Hazel_Athena - zoro gets hit by a truth spell...

Make A Fuss, Why Don't You? by Hazel_Athena - sanji wants to dote on zoro, and zoro wants to be doted on, but neither of them know how to communicate that (they figure it our eventually though)

don't look too long, or you'll forget to fall by Resacon1990 - zosan 5 + 1, i loved this so much

cross guild

(all of these are genderbent wlw - i love cross guild in all forms but all of my sfw recs happened to be yuri)

Caramel popcorn, belladonna-sweet by inpolariis - I'll just copy the summary because it really captures the essence of the fic: "Alternative title: Buggy and the two bad bitches she pulled by being silly goofy"

Pink and Purple by AcesCorazon - this one is buggy/mihawk, featuring doting girlfriend mihawk. it's absolutely adorable

Coexisting (but just barely) by AcesCorazon (WIP) - this one is also buggy/mihawk and so cute!

zolu

mithridatism by swordsmans (series) - there are two fics in this series, one from sanji's pov and the other from zoro's, and both are outstanding character studies

But Patience Boasts by Augment - sanji pov, dealing with zoro and sanji's conflicting feelings on love

zolaw

Cut My Feelings Off Clean by Augment - one of my favorite one piece fics. a brilliant law pov and character exploration of both law and zoro

things not seen by nevermordor - this fic is really special to me because it introduced me to this ship and i loved the exploration of law's experiences and views on religion

sanami

Righting Wrongs by Cherry_Sundae - this is sanami yuri with transfemme sanji and it's so important to me. i love the idea of sanji realizing she's trans during the timeskip period and this fic was everything i wanted it to be

sanuso

Home, Where You Are by kiite - short and sweet sanuso, i love this ship and the exploration of their similarities

acesan

Sing In Me, O Muse by LorettaFryingPan - acesan yuri! this fic explores both their insecurities and it's so so sweet

saboala

Sins of the Father by kiite - short and sweet saboala <3 i adore this ship

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Thank you so much to everyone who participated in Elucien Week 2024! We are so grateful to everyone who took the time to share their creativity and engage with the week!

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📝Fics, drabbles, and poems:

Healing by @shadowqueenjude

Take Me To Church (Sneak Peek) by @allwaswellllll

Splendor Solis by @fimproda

Dancing Barefoot by @zenkindoflove

ACOWAR (Elucien's Version) by @crazy-ache

It's Just a Burning Memory by @the-darkestminds

Beauty Marks by @fieldofdaisiies

Better Days by @shallyne

Dressing Room Dilemma by @yaralulu

New Phone, Who 'Dis? by @writtenonreceipts

Mine For A Moment by @starfall-spirit

The Wedding Date by @clockwork-ashes

Long Live by @separatist-apologist

Auburn Embrace by @sonics-atelier

A Heart of Gold by @jules-writes-stories

Got Lovestruck, Went Straight to My Head by @withclawandvine

Healing by @shadowsingers-mate

Guard Dog of Your Fevered Dreams by @asnowfern

The Ways We Mend by @animezinglife

Can I Be Close to You by @temperedink

Too Sweet by @shadowisles-writes

Something About April by @starsreminisce

What Do You Know About Love by @the-lonelybarricade

Open Water by @itsybitsybluesy

Trancing Through A Day Dream by @thelovelymadone

Morning Edition by @cauldronblssd

the trouble with wanting by @wilde-knight

🎨Art:

Elucien in the rain commissioned by @freyjas-musings and @amandapearls from artist Ekilateral.art

A Warrior of the Mind commissioned by @starfall-spirit from artist brunagarretart

Statues in Love by @climbthemountain2020

Elain and Lucien promenading commissioned by @lulufoxlainfawn from artist @/shinkxart

Elucien kissing commissioned by @separatist-apologist and @the-lonelybarricade from artist @lib-arts

Elucien Bridgerton AU commissioned by @gwynrieldefenseatty from artist Shinkxart

Better Days by @shallyne

Red Lucien and La Dame Blanche by @olenvasynyt

Tension and Healing pt 2 commissioned by @the-lonelybarricade and @separatist-apologist from artist @brielyasmin

Elucien Embrace commissioned by @moonpatroclus and @cauldronblssd from artist @/viliuad00’s

Relaxation and Pampering commissioned by @foxylady13 and @kbirdie03 from artist @/b_astora

You Are So Gorgeous, It Makes Me So Mad by @sad-scarred-sassy

Vampire Elucien by @works-of-heart

Road Trip by @westrangecollectionkoalaposts

Genderbent Elucien by @nesta-apologist

Some Place Under The Sun, We Feel Our Hearts For The First Time commissioned by @acourtdelaluna from artist @/gessueter

Elain Writes Lucien a Letter commissioned by @lulufoxlainfawn from artist @dimalry

Emperor Lucien and Empress Elain by @belabellissima

🎶Misc:

Elucien in Faerûn by @little-fierling

The Mother and the Cauldron - creating Elucien by @dreamsandstars24

Elucien pirates AU moodboard by @shadowqueenjude

Elucien Ghibli Moodboard by @lainalit

day seven: au ( v i c t o r i a n ) by @spore-loser

ELAIN AND ELUCIEN: TENSION AND HEALING by @octobers-veryown

Elucien x Howl's Moving Castle Moodboard by @sunshinebingo

Modern Moodboard by @iheartfjords

Fox and Fawn Playlist by @bookishwithathought

Tension & Healing Moodboard by @inbiography

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AU coloring page by @sadiegirl2021

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Header art by @laxibbeb

[unluckywisher]

Rafayel's

"The Little Mermaid"

Content: The original tale by Hans Christian Andersen, modified to have Rafayel as the protagonist. Other characters have also been genderbent. I've tried to keep the story as close to the original as possible, while also incorporating some new elements as well as modifying others to fit Rafayel.

Warning: This is not like Disney's version of the story. The original fairytale is less sweet, and doesn't have a happy ending. Expect angst.

Word count: 6.1k (+ Author's Note and Bonus at the end)

Tagging the people who commented on my initial post about this fic: @fancyhawk45 @anxiousgoddest @exactlycleverpirate @solinmoirav @his-ocean-emissary @aneverydaysimp Thank you for waiting <3

“Oh, it’s wonderful,” Rafayel’s brother muses, “humans are so lively and interesting… It’s just like our brother said last year. No, even better! Rafayel, you’re gonna love it once it’s your turn.”

Rafayel listens to his brother’s tale starry eyed. He just returned from the surface, like their brothers before him on their coming-of-age birthday. Next year, it will be his turn.

Unfair, he thinks, that he’s the youngest, yet the one most interested in humans. Every year for the past 5 years, his brothers have had the pleasure of seeing the human world for themselves, while he has to wait and be content with the stories they tell once they come back.

He has tried to protest to his parents, the Sea King and Queen, as well as his grandmother, but they’ve just told him to be patient. His mother, at least, gave him something to help him pass the time: A statue of a human girl that she found once while swimming near the coast.

He cherishes it dearly, visiting it every day and asking it questions, imagining what the responses would be like.

“Do you like painting too?” he asks, showing it the drawing he just finished.

A pause.

“Yeah, I painted it myself. You must use different things to create the pigments, you don’t have algae up there, do you?”

He looks around the Royal garden the statue has been placed in.

“No, you have…” he tries recalling the stories, “Flowers! That’s the word. They’re supposed to be as colorful as nudibranchs and shaped sorta like anemones, right?”

The statue remains silent.

“Oh, how I wish you could speak, so I could ask you a million questions…”

Rafayel spends his days talking to the statue, painting how he thinks the surface world looks, daydreaming about seeing it all for himself. With each passing day, the fondness he feels grows. It doesn’t help that his brothers like to tease him about how he’s the only one that hasn’t been above water yet.

Luckily, the year seems to fly by. Well, except for the week before his birthday, in which he can’t sleep nor eat. He swims nervously from place to place, barely able to contain his excitement.

“It’s today, it’s today, it’s today!” He chants, waking up his whole family.

They can’t help but feel happy too, he’s been waiting for this day a long time and it’s hard to be angry at him for waking them up so early.

He can’t claim victory yet, though, because the coming-of-age ceremony can’t be skipped, and he won’t be able to see the surface until nighttime.

To him, the day seems to stretch infinitely, his goal becoming more unreachable with each passing moment. He opens his presents in a rush, not even stopping to see what they are once they’re out of the wrapper. He says his sea vows as fast as the words can form in his mouth. He visits the rest of the sea creatures with a speed that would rival a sailfish. He lets his grandmother adorn his hair with a wreath made of pearls. But alas, his family won’t let him go that easily. He must spend the day with them, even if the rest of the tasks have been completed.

There’s a stillness as the sun goes down and its rays stop reaching the waters.

Rafayel turns to his family expectantly, his heart fluttering.

His grandmother nods with a smile.

He’s gone from view in an instant, only bubbles left in his wake.

He notices the water change as he goes up, the temperature, the saltiness, the pressure. There’s so much to process that he wants to scream with joy. And then- He stops.

The surface.

He can see the barrier. Where water ends and air starts. Suddenly, he finds himself feeling anxious, even scared. What if it’s not like he imagined?

Slowly, he lifts an arm and grazes the edge. His fingers retract at the odd sensation. He tries again.

He waves his hand, now strangely… Dry. That’s a first.

Taking a leap of faith, he lunges his head out. The water splashes around him and his hair sticks to his forehead. Weird.

But he’s too enthralled by what he’s seeing to be preoccupied with that. The night sky. The moon. The stars. The lack of sound. He always thought the surface was a very noisy place. Sure, his ears ring a bit, but it fades away as he gets used to the environment.

He snaps out of it, looking around. If what his brothers told him was correct, he needs to swim eastward for an hour to reach land and see the humans. He doesn’t waste a second, his tail forming waves as he swims near the surface.

Half an hour later, he sees something that completely derails his plans.

A ship. Not only a ship, but one from which fireworks are being set off.

At first he has to dive underwater and cover his ears, overwhelmed by the abundance of noise, but his desire to see the magnificent colors on display is bigger, and he peeks his head out once more. 

“What are those?” He says to no one in particular, then grabs his throat. He didn’t expect to be able to speak so clearly.

His focus goes back to the ship, curious about the source of these strange lights.

Even if his family told him not to interact with the humans, they didn’t say anything about swimming close to them, so this is fine, right?

He nears the vessel, hearing cheery voices and what sounds like music.

Using his upper body strength, honed by his constant swimming, he grabs one of the dangling ropes and pulls himself up until he can just barely see the deck.

He almost slips and lets go as he takes in the view. So many humans, dancing and laughing, right before his eyes. White-knuckling the rope, he tries to understand what’s happening.

Ah, they must be having a party. …what’s the reason for celebration?

“Princess, did your birthday party really have to be at sea? You know I get terribly nauseous!” Two women walk near the railing where Rafayel is perched.

A birthday? For a Princess? What a coincidence! He’s also a Prince celebrating his birthday! He looks up at the women.

“I know, but I wanted to make it special somehow, since I’m officially an adult!” She laughs.

The rope slips from his grasp and he falls into the water with a splash, covered by the sound of the fireworks.

What was that? That… Feeling. Why are his cheeks red? That girl…

He pops out of the water, searching for her face again.

“Come on, let’s dance, you’ll forget you’re out in the sea in no time!” She grabs the other woman’s arm and leads her to the center of the deck with the rest of the humans.

Thoughts form in his head about him dancing with her. If he had legs… No, that’s a wild thought.

Wait, why is he having these thoughts in the first place?

He climbs the rope again. She’s twirling, and skipping, and clapping along with the guests. The music is coming from a band playing near the mast.

Rafayel watches and watches, not noticing the smile forming in his face, or the fact that the fireworks eventually stop, or the dark clouds rolling in. 

It’s not until a lightning cracks and the wind picks up that he looks away from her and up to the skies. The humans get startled too, the music and cheer stopping.

Orders are immediately shouted to pack everything and sail back to land. Rafayel is a bit disappointed that the fun got cut short, but he jumps back in the water, intending to follow the ship back to the continent.

A wave pulls him under, and he realizes that the sea isn’t as calm as when he first emerged. The humans are lucky to have their vessel, they probably wouldn’t make it in these waters, he thinks, recalling one of his brothers telling him about a human that drowned during a storm. To him, however, this seems like a fun time.

As he resurfaces, the raindrops start hitting his face. So that’s what rain feels like. And the thing from before, that was lightning and thunder.

Sometimes, when the storm had been violent enough, he had heard the booms even while at the bottom of the sea. Of course, it was entirely different to experience it firsthand. Much scarier. 

The ship starts moving, waves crashing on its sides. The wind tousles his hair back and forth, the flashes of light becoming more frequent. He hears the humans start to panic as the ship is rocked harshly. He instinctively looks for her.

She is shouting orders and trying to calm everyone while she helps the crew, her hands slipping as she pulls on ropes due to the rain that has already soaked her.

Why aren’t they protecting her? Isn’t she the Princess? Get her out of-

There’s no time to be protective. A huge wave, double the size of the hull, crashes into the ship. It tilts to the side and capsizes, all of its passengers falling into the relentless sea.

Rafayel dives, maneuvering through debris and drowning figures.

It might be selfish of him, considering he’s about to go against his family’s orders, but he has to save her. Rational thoughts are not in the picture in a situation like this.

“Come on, come on, where are you…”

Finally, he spots her. She’s sinking, unconscious.

He tackles her as he grabs her by the waist, pulling her up and away from the chaos.

“Don’t die on me now,” he scolds her.

He manages to bring her up to the surface, but the waves are too frequent and big to let her breathe. 

His arms stay around her protectively, his grip so determined it might leave bruises, but he keeps swimming towards land without faltering, always trying to keep her as raised as possible, and by the time they reach the shore, the sun is showing its first rays.

He pants as he lays her on the beach. She’s still unconscious, though her heart hasn’t stopped.

“Good job, Rafayel, you brought her here and you don’t even know what to do now,” he  complains to himself.

With gentle hands, he moves the hair out of her face. She looks so beautiful even now. He can’t help it, he needs to kiss her.

Closing his eyes, he presses his lips to her forehead. A silent prayer for her to live.

Suddenly, the nearby forest rustles, followed by footsteps. He perks up and dives back into the water.

“Yes! They will be able to help her!” He hides behind a rock and watches.

A young man in strange robes appears. A religious figure of some kind, Rafayel thinks, comparing him to the underwater priestesses running the temple to the God of the Sea.

The young man kneels next to the Princess, then calls for help. He starts massaging her chest in a way that looks foreign to Rafayel, and soon other men appear to help him.

The Princess coughs water, leaning forward as she regains consciousness. She gasps and clutches her neck, looking around her. Her eyes fall on the young man.

“You… You saved me…” She whispers.

Rafayel dives just to scream “WHAT?”, resurfacing to watch the rest of the scene.

“Please, your Majesty, I simply found you here and did what any common person would have done. Now, let’s get you back to the castle. What happened?”

He helps her up and leads her into the forest, the other men following them.

Rafayel lets his head lean on the rock, frustrated.

“But… I was the one that saved you… That’s not fair…”

For some strange reason, this hurts him deeply. He doesn’t understand why this stranger is having such an effect on him.

Tired and upset, he decides to head back home, even if his trip to see the surface world didn’t get him far. After all, now that he’s an adult, he can visit whenever he pleases. Right now he just wants to get as far away from this place as possible.

As he swims back, his family welcomes him with a smile that soon turns to a frown as he goes past them and into his room. They look at each other, confused.

His brothers decide to ask him what happened, softly knocking on his door. There’s no answer. They open the door and find him lying face down on the bed, with his head propped on his crossed arms.

“Is everything okay, Rafayel?”

“Yes. Leave me alone.”

His brothers respect his wishes and leave him, but they still discuss what could have put him in such a mood when he was so excited to go to the surface.

The days pass, and Rafayel refuses to talk about it still. His family worries for him, because now he spends even more time in the garden with the statue, lost in thought and barely painting.

A statue that now seems akin to that Princess, no matter how different they might actually be. When he looks at it, he sees her.

In secret, he swims every morning to the surface, to that shore where he left her, but he never sees the Princess come by. This only makes his deteriorating state worse.

One day, fed up with her absence, he can’t take it any longer and he tells his brothers what happened on that day.

It turns out that one of his brothers knows who he’s talking about, because he swam by her castle once and saw her. That same day, with renewed hope, they make their way to the coast where the castle resides.

He’s ecstatic. The Princess is right there, sitting by the stone steps that lead to the beach, gazing calmly at the horizon.

For better or for worse, Rafayel now spends as much time as possible near the castle, looking at her, painting her. If she’s not there, he hides near the pier and listens to the fishermen talk about her, all the good deeds she’s doing and how lucky they are to have her as a Princess.

This fills him with joy. To have saved such a wonderful person… 

And yet, she doesn’t know of his existence.

Each day that Rafayel spends near the coast, his love for humans grows, and he always returns home with a million questions for his family, to the point that even they cannot satisfy his curiosity.

He decides to turn to his grandmother, the wisest in all of the sea when it comes to human matters.

“Can humans live for as long as us?” He asks, bright eyed.

“No, they cannot. They have shorter lives, and instead of turning into seafoam once they die, they are buried by their loved ones.”

“So I’ll watch them die?” His smile turns to a grimace.

“Yes, that is how the world works. But why are you sad about this? You get to live and enjoy the wonders of the world for longer. Humans have nothing to do with us, in any case. They find us strange, an ill omen at times. You shouldn’t worry about them so much.”

His grandmother’s words bring him back to the reality of the situation. He can’t be by her side, and will be doomed to watch her die. And she will never learn of her true savior.

No, he thinks, I cannot let this come to pass. I have to do something.

Rafayel remembers a tale told by his parents, of a dreadful Sea Witch that lives in the deepest cave of the ocean’s floor. Dreadful, but also powerful.

Determined, he sneaks out in the middle of the night to visit her.

The carcasses of several animals and fish are strewn around the jagged rocks leading to her cave, which is adorned with the remains of sunk ships. He has to dodge a few whirlpools that threaten to plunge him down into the abyss, but once he clears them, he finds himself at the cave’s entrance, only a black void to welcome him. Tentatively, he leans his head past the threshold, only to be hit by a shiver down his tail.

Gathering his courage, he swims in with determination.

At first, nothing. Darkness. A cold current his only companion.

He sighs with relief as a faintly illuminated clearing comes into view.

“I know why you’re here,” says the Witch, hearing his sigh.

Rafayel freezes, assessing the scene before him. The witch sits atop a rock, eels and water-snakes circling her playfully. Her tail sways to and fro, the bones decorating it rattling as it moves.

“How?” He swims closer, still keeping his distance.

“I know everything that goes on under and above water. You came here asking for a solution to your ails, a way to be with the one you love; the Princess,” she cackles, tapping a finger to her chin.

He feels the tip of his ears turn red. Is that what he is feeling? Love? Before he can ponder it, the witch speaks again.

“It’s an awfully stupid idea, but I can make it happen…”

“You can? What’s the catch?”

“You have to give me,” she pauses, looming closer, “your tongue.”

“What?” He retreats, putting his hand over his mouth.

“It’s no easy potion to make. To turn a creature into a different one… I’d say the price is more than fair.”

“Wait, wait, wait. First, tell me how the potion will work.”

“Your appearance will turn into that of a human. You will lose your tail, but gain a pair of legs. Of course, you will never be able to turn back, or see your family ever again. Your lifespan will also be reduced to that of a human’s. But then again, I guess that last part works in your favor, doesn’t it?” She smirks.

Rafayel stops to think about it. His mind, however, is too clouded with thoughts of the Princess and how it must be to live on the surface.

“Will it hurt?”

“Oh, greatly so. When you turn, it will feel as if your tail is being cut in half. And when you use your legs, every step will feel like knives jabbing into your feet. However, you will also be the best dancer on the surface, and every human you encounter will see you as the most handsome man they’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“This doesn’t seem like the greatest trade-off…” He crosses his arms, frowning.

“I heard the King and Queen are looking for candidates to marry their daughter. It would be a shame to visit her like you always do, and find her with a man by her side, wouldn’t it?”

The Witch’s taunts work.

“Fine. Any other annoying rules I should know about?” He rolls his eyes.

“Once you’re a human, you will have to win the Princess’s heart. Just to remind you, since I’m taking your tongue, you won’t be able to talk.”

“Then, how…”

“You’re an artist, aren’t you? I’m sure you have enough creativity to think of a way to charm her,” she dismisses the thought with her hand. “As I was saying, she has to fall in love with you, and marry you. If she, by any chance, marries another, you will become seafoam as soon as the next morning’s sun rays start to shine.”

“That won’t happen. I can do this easily. She will love me in no time,” he smirks, shaking his head.

“Then, shall we begin?”

She moves to the center of the clearing, where a cauldron stands. She pricks her finger and lets a drop fall into the swirling liquid.

“Well? Come closer and stick your tongue out.”

Rafayel, a bit hesitant, leans over the cauldron and looks inside. The blood-dyed solution reflects his face, and as he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, he closes his eyes so he won’t have to see the damage being done.

A sharp sting rips the muscle out. He recoils, closing his mouth and using his hands to cover it. Blood fills the cavity and slips out through his lips, rising in plumes as it dissolves in the water. The Witch laughs.

He opens his eyes in time to see her pocketing his tongue and starting to throw more ingredients in, the liquid bubbling and smoking.

Then, it subsides. What’s left is a strangely transparent concoction that she scoops up into a vial. She extends it towards him.

Still nauseous due to the injury, he takes it with shaky hands.

“Now go. Quickly. Swim up to the shore and drink every last drop,” she ushers him.

Ignoring his pain-induced blurry vision, he does as she says, clutching the vial to his chest.

He doesn’t let himself think about his family, or everything that he’s leaving behind, as he swims eastward to the Princess’s castle.

A pleasant ache rises in his stomach with each moment that he gets closer, he can’t believe he’s finally going to meet the Princess. The one he loves. Yes, love. He’s certain about that now.

The castle comes into view as the sun starts to rise. He crawls out of the water and lays in the sand, opening the vial and swallowing its contents. For a moment, he’s grateful he doesn’t have a tongue so he doesn’t have to taste it, its smell already pungent enough.

As the last drop goes down his throat, he feels a pain worse than having his tongue cut. His tail being sliced in two, no, butchered in two. He can’t help the scream that comes out of his lungs.

The pain is so unbearable that ultimately he faints.

When he wakes, a figure is kneeling by his side, gently sweeping his hair out of his eyes. The Princess.

He turns red, looking around. He wants to say so many things, do so many things.

The first thing he notices is the fabric that now rests on top of him. Him. His legs. That’s the second thing he notices. He has legs! And he’s… Naked. The Princess must have covered him while he was unconscious.

“Who are you?” The Princess asks, tilting her head in curiosity.

Rafayel opens his mouth only to close it. He can’t speak. He points to himself, then to the Princess. Not looking her in the eyes, of course, he’s too embarrassed for that.

“You… Are me?” She giggles. “Let me guess… You can’t speak?”

He nods, clutching the fabric, which he now realizes is a long coat, and brings it closer around him.

“Do you have a family? Anyone that can help you?”

He looks to the sea for a moment, then shakes his head.

“Hmm… Okay, come to the palace with me. We’ll sort things out there. Can you walk?” She stands up, offering her hand to help him up.

Taking her hand, he manages to prop himself on his two legs. They wobble a bit, but that’s the least of his concerns, needles, pricks and knives digging into the soles of his feet.

The sudden pain, which he forgot would happen, makes him stumble and crash against the Princess. She catches him by the shoulders, which only manages to embarrass him further, his face now so close to the Princess’s.

“You just woke up after being unconscious, your legs are probably not fully recovered yet. Here, lean on me while we walk.” She extends her arm.

He takes it, his attention fully focused on the places his hand touches hers.

They walk into the castle, and the King and Queen welcome him warmly, feeling sorry for his situation.

He gets dressed in the finest clothes while a room is arranged for him. Every person he encounters is instantly charmed by his good looks and silent grace, just like the Sea Witch said.

He spends his time alongside the Royal family, his gaze never straying far from the Princess.

The first day he wakes up in the castle, he’s invited to an event that will take place that afternoon: A suitor from a far land is visiting, intending to win the Princess’s heart and marry her. Hearing the news, he dresses in the best clothing at his disposal and marches with his head high into the throne room. The Royal family lets him stand next to the Princess, who’s sitting expectantly with her hands on her lap. She gives him a smile before looking forward.

The doors open and the Prince and his servants march forward. Rafayel rolls his eyes.

After the formal introductions by both Royals, Rafayel learns that it is custom of this kingdom for the Princess to dance with any suitors she might have, to his horror. 

He watches as the Princess dances with the Prince, a fond smile on her face as she glides effortlessly in his arms.

If only she knew how much I’ve given up just to be with her, he thinks.

Once the Prince is gone, the Princess speaks quite highly of him and his dancing skills, since she loves to dance.

Rafayel remembers that the witch told him he’d be the best dancer on the surface, and instantly steps towards the Princess, extending his hand.

“Oh? You like to dance as well? Well, now I’m curious!” She takes it.

The pain is unmatched, but so is his grace, the emotion that fills his eyes as he leads her across the ballroom. She is so impressed that she asks him to be his dance partner from now on, to dance with her everyday.

Rafayel chooses to ignore the blinding pain coursing through his legs and agrees, nodding and smiling.

The second day, just as the Princess said, she dances with him.

“I’ve been thinking,” she says as they dance, “that since you have nowhere to go, and you seem to have settled just fine to life in the castle, I could appoint you as my personal servant. I quite enjoy your company.”

His eyes light up at the idea, and he nods enthusiastically.

Cut, burn, tear, scream his feet at the one - two - three waltz rhythm.

He is given a chamber next to the Princess, so he may be near her at all times, as well as clothes that show his new status.

Rafayel can’t believe his luck, he’s sure they’ll get married soon if things continue like this.

That evening, he finds some painting supplies and asks for permission to use them, which is granted as soon as they see his prowess. He insists on making a portrait of the Princess. She is delighted, praising him left and right.

But at night, he paints the sea. He opens his window and captures the waves, the moon reflecting off its surface.

The third day, after dancing, the Princess takes him out horse riding. This gives him relief, since he can enjoy her company without sacrificing his feet.

But a new problem arises, he doesn’t know how to ride a horse.

“Don’t worry,” she says as she sees him confused about what to do, “you can ride with me. Sit behind me and hold on tight.”

He settles carefully behind her, turning red once more as he puts his hands on her waist and feels her warmth against his chest. He can smell her perfume, her hair tickling his neck.

The horse starts moving with her silent command, and soon they are crossing a forest, the low leaves tousling their hair. It’s peaceful, only birdsong filling the atmosphere. He sees flowers. So many. And he can’t help but wonder how they’d look if he used them for his paintings, instead of the algae he used in the past.

He ends up collecting a whole bouquet with the Princess’s help, who’s eager to see how they will look as pigments as well.

This day couldn’t get any better, he thinks.

“I have an idea. There’s a mountain nearby with a wonderful view from its top. Shall we go?”

Rafayel nods without a second thought.

Once they arrive at the mountain trail, she gets off the horse.

“The path is narrow and rocky in some parts, so we have to go on foot. But don’t worry, it’s a short hike.”

Of course it is, why did I agree so fast…

So they walk, having tied the horse to a nearby tree, they make their way up. And though it may be short, Rafayel’s feet don’t let up. For all he knows, they could be bleeding.

A small relief is the fact that the view is indeed wonderful when they arrive.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” She smiles, taking in the puffy clouds, the setting sun, the ocean disappearing in the horizon.

He nods, looking at her.

The fourth day, after dancing and strolling through the town, Rafayel leaves the castle once the sun has set to cool his feet on the shore. He sits on the sand and sighs. His feet look fine, but they feel like they’ve been mutilated.

The sea is calm, and he takes a moment to reminisce about his family.

As if his prayers were heard, a head pops out from the water. And another. And a few more. His brothers.

“Rafayel!” They swim closer, disbelief in their eyes as they see his legs.

“What happened? You disappeared! Why do you have…”

He tries to explain, to no avail. He points to the castle, then to himself. After some back and forth between the brothers, they seem to get the gist of it.

They decide to come visit Rafayel every night after this.

The fifth day, as they both sit in the garden, him painting, her reading, enjoying each other’s company, she closes her book and looks at him, her expression unreadable.

He stops painting to look at her too.

“You remind me of someone… A man that saved me not long ago. Have I told you this story?”

He shakes his head, although he knows the story she’s about to tell.

“On my last birthday, which I celebrated on the open sea, there was a terrible storm, and the ship capsized. I thought I’d die, but I awoke on the shore, a man by my side. At that time I knew he was the one who had saved me, brought me back to life. I fell in love immediately, and I think he’s the only man I could ever feel this way about…”

Rafayel suppresses the urge to bang his head against the canvas he’s working on.

“But, like I said, you remind me of him. I know you’re not him, of course, but with each moment that I spend with you, I forget him more, and I find myself wanting to be by your side, instead of his. In any case, I could never be with him, for he is a holy man and belongs to the temple.”

The urge goes away, now replaced by butterflies in his stomach.

This is perfect, he thinks, she’s growing to love me, I’ll marry her in no time.

Filled with joy, he leans forward to embrace her. She laughs, hugging him back and kissing his cheek, after which she returns to her reading.

He’s blushing, his heart beating out of his chest, his eyes sparkling. True happiness is near.

The sixth day, the King and Queen receive news of a suitor that will be visiting later that day. Both the Princess and Rafayel are annoyed by this visit.

“I’m forced to welcome him, but I won’t marry him,” she confides in Rafayel that morning. “If I had to choose someone to marry, I’d choose you.”

He smiles, his expression turning to surprise and then embarrassment as she leans forward and kisses him on the lips. One of her hands runs through his hair, while the other lays on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. He returns the kiss timidly, his hands cupping her face. In that moment, he truly feels as if all the sacrifices he made were worth it.

The time of the visit draws near, and the Royal family gets ready to welcome the suitor. While they wait, a servant comments: “I heard the visiting Prince has been studying abroad in a temple in our kingdom, to learn how to be a virtuous ruler.”

This catches the attention of both the Princess and Rafayel.

It’s then that the doors of the castle fly open, revealing the Prince and his entourage.

“It’s him,” the Princess whispers, breathless.

She stands up and walks towards him, surprising everyone in the room.

“It was you who saved me.”

The Prince smiles and nods. She embraces him, his arms wrapping softly around her. Then she turns towards Rafayel.

“Isn’t this wonderful? I’m so happy!” She takes Rafayel’s hands. “My wishes came true…  I hope your wishes come true too, my dearest friend.” She smiles sincerely.

He returns the smile, his eyes looking right through her.

The seventh day, they are to be married. Both kingdoms want to ally as soon as possible, and seeing the love the Prince and Princess have for each other, they decide not to delay it further.

Rafayel already feels his heart breaking. He will turn into seafoam come tomorrow morning.

The whole city celebrates, music and cheer in every corner. There’s decorations, and food, and the smell of flowers permeating the air.

The ceremony takes place in the biggest ship the kingdom owns, citizens and Royalty alike invited. They both say their vows, having only eyes for each other.

Rafayel doesn’t even register the words being said. He thinks about the fact that this is his last day alive. How he lost everything. His family, his body, his home, his voice, his love. His life.

Fireworks go off as the ceremony comes to a close, reminding him of that first night he met the Princess. What a blissful dream that first sight of her had been.

He joins the rest of the dancing crowd. He doesn’t care about the pain anymore. It’s his last day, he might as well go all out. His last day seeing the Princess, the sea, the starry sky he once thought he would never witness.

He sees the happy couple, chatting and laughing in each other’s embrace.

The celebrations continue until midnight, when the couple retires for the night and the rest of the guests go to their respective rooms below the deck.

Rafayel stays behind, leaning against the railing and watching the waves, the sea breeze almost a comforting balm.

There, amongst the waves, his brothers appear. As they peek out of the water, he notices their hair has been cut.

“We visited the Sea Witch,” they explain with low voices, “Word reached that the Princess was to be married, but not to you, so we asked her for a solution so that you won’t die. She asked for our hair as payment.”

Rafayel listens with hope. Things might not turn out so bad, after all. Even if he doesn’t have the Princess by his side, at least he’ll return with his family.

“Here, take his knife.”

He does, looking at it with confusion.

“You must plunge it into the Princess’s heart before sunrise, and when the blood falls on your legs, they’ll turn once more into a tail, allowing you to return to the sea. You won’t turn into sea foam, brother!” They all smile.

But he stares at the knife with empty eyes, unsure.

He nods and makes his way to the Princess’s chambers. Everything is quiet as he turns the knob and enters.

Step by painful step, he approaches the bed. They are both asleep, her head resting on his chest. He moves to her side and carefully peels back the covers.

Through the window, he sees the sky turning rosy, a sign that dawn is near. He makes haste and leans to kiss her forehead for one last time, like he once did when she was unconscious on the shore, wishing for her to live, only to pull back as he hears her whisper the Prince’s name in dreams.

His hands tremble as he grips the knife. He, who had lost so much, who loves her so much.

He can’t do it. He throws the knife out of the window. The water turns red as it lands.

Rafayel looks at the Princess once more, his mind and heart broken, yet filled with only her. Her. Her.

He sees the first rays of daylight as he jumps off the window.

By the time his body makes contact with the sea, he’s turned into pure sea foam.

A/N: It felt right to post this on Raf's birthday, hehe. To be honest, I'm not entirely satisfied with the way this turned out, although that might be my perfectionism. However, I do encourage any writers reading this to try to write this in their style! Thank you for reading and I will see y'all in therapy <3

Bonus: A song and a meme.

[leaseboundweek]

Welcome to the very first edition of official Lease Bound Week Fanfest !

In honor of Chapter 12 reaching its end, we thought it would be nice to have a little festivity with our favourite ladies !

Lease Bound Week is a fan event scheduled for May 12th - May 18th !

This event is a collaboration of fanfic writers, fanartists, essayists and more !

Each day of Lease Bound Week has 3 prompts, you can incorporate all 3 prompts or choose just one for each day.

You can submit anything you like: fanart, fanfiction, essays, cosplay, playlists, fanvideos etc.

Once you’re finished with everything, tag your post as #LeaseBoundWeek2024 or as #LeaseBoundWeek and we’ll reblog your post afterwards.

Alternatively, you can send over your work via the submit button on the blog’s main page or click the submit button in the blog’s description.

If you have any questions or concerns, please don’t hesitate to contact us. Our ask box will always be open for anyone who needs help.

In the spirit of Rusty's Male Character Policy in the canon material, we will also be focusing on fanworks with female characters. (no AGPs, no Babygirl, no Jacob) ! Let’s focus on our favourite ladies !

What can’t I post?

Hate/bashing on a character

Pornographic work

NSFW

Sexswapping/Genderbent

Males, whether they identify as women or not

Reposted work

Now that the ground rules have been set, let's get to what you're all waiting for: The Prompts !

DAY ONE : Confession | Kiss | AU

DAY TWO : Break Up | Hugs | Unrequited

DAY THREE : Alexis Returns | Bittersweet | Gift

DAY FOUR : Storm Blackout | Soulmate Markings | Fix-It

DAY FIVE : Nightmare | Job!Swap | Only One Bed

DAY SIX : Blaire Redemption Arc | Jealousy |Goodbyes

DAY SEVEN : Fake Dating | Bad End | Isekai

For each day: all 3 prompts can be incorporated per day but you only have to choose one

If you're not sure which character to use or if you want some inspiration for interactions, here's a very useful gif that you can either screenshot or drag to get a random character to spark your muse !

We are so excited to see what you will come up with and hope you will enjoy this week of showing your love and support for Lease Bound !

[rpking99]

Muse suggestion z genderbent Nightwing

There we go, another pic

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And yeah. Sure. Let's add Nightwing.

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Suggestions for her name are open!

[liroyalty]

Who are the brave ones and the flustered ones with Sue?

The Brave Ones(aka the ones that got into Sue's heart just by existing): Kaizen, Irene, Joshua, Dez, Ash, & Adam

Flustered Ones(aka the ones fumbling around but somehow winning [maybe]): Aki, Yua, Sakura, & the Newest inclusion James

[gentil-minou]

WlW Wangxian Week Day 5 - Domestic Bliss @wlwangxianweek

Established Relationship | Happy National No Bra Day <3

cw for some dysphoric thoughts about having large breasts

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Lan Zhan slips one of her girlfriend's softest oversized band shirts over her head. It hangs over the curve of her bare breasts and loosely drapes over the rest of her slender form.

Her eyes catch on her drooping breasts as they sag over her waist. It's habit at this point to stare, even though she knows she shouldn't.

She makes a conscious move to drag her eyes away to finish drying her hair and settle in for the evening. Her nipples brushes uncomfortably against the edge of the sink as she leans over. She flinches the slightest bit, contorting her spine into a concave shape so she can finish her routine without the unwanted friction.

She really should be used to the annoyances that come with having large breasts, but...

She's aware her relationship with her breasts is… complicated.

Lan Zhan had grown up in a strict household. The only girl in a house full of men, when she'd puberty arrived without warning and her breasts grew faster than she knew what to do with them, she was left unsure of what or how to handle them. She'd tried making herself seem smaller, hunching over or wearing shirts three sizes too small. Her breasts outgrew her bras year after year, but they were so expensive she didn't want to tell her uncle.

She'd thought maybe she could get away with not wearing one at home. And not wearing a bra had so many benefits. There wasn't a broken wire or itchy clasp digging into her skin. She wasn't squirming trying to adjust. She could forget, in the safety of her home, that they were even there, a welcome reprieve after a day of ignoring constant catcalls and jeers from disgusting classmates, regarding them with disdain and glares even as she'd hunched over just a bit as she'd walk away.

But her uncle, a man who'd expected his life to be spent in peaceful seclusion and not raising two children, made her wear a bra even at home.

"It's inappropriate," he would tell her, "You are at home with your uncle and older brother. Maintain proper decorum." Then he'd walk away, angrily huffing and glaring at her as if it was her fault and she'd chosen this.

It was hard not feeling self-conscious even at home after that. Ge didn't seem to care…but if Uncle was right and the boys at school were right and her principal brought her into the office because her shirt was just a bit too tight, well what was she supposed to think?

It was times like these when she'd wish her mother was still alive. When Mama would cuddle Lan Zhan to her chest, she felt safe and calm. She didn't think breasts were something to be ashamed of back then. They felt like home.

But Mama was not there anymore, so she spent years of her life resenting her chest.

She'd stare enviously after other girls with smaller breasts, able to run with ease and not worry about their shirts popping a button like some cartoon character. They didn't try on cute dress after cute dress only to find the cut which flattered their chest made hers obscene.

It wasn't their faults, not truly. It was her fault, her rotten luck that these were hers.

When Lan Zhan began living on her own, away from the restrictions her uncle placed upon her, she still felt like she had to wear a bra even home alone. As if just the thought of going without a bra was unnatural and unseemly, like she'd be breaking some unspeakable rule.

Then, she met Wei Ying.

Lan Zhan is sitting on the couch, unwinding, when the door to their apartment bursts open and her girlfriend enters with a drawn out whine, "Lan Zhaaaaaaan!"

She sheds her coat and lets it drop to the floor, pulling her boots off at the same time and kicking them away from her as if they've done actual harm to her. She trudges over, her blouse clinging to the curves of her breasts, nipples peaking through the think fabric in the cold, as she trudges over to Lan Zhan with her face scrunched into a dramatic pout that still makes her look adorable.

Wei Ying never wears a bra if she can help it.

"Why bother? They're just breasts, it's natural. Plus they're so small! Look at them! They barely bounce. No one would notice!"

Lan Zhan has spent many nights with Wei Ying testing the boundaries of her breasts. Contrary to what Wei Ying says, they do indeed bounce.

It had been Wei Ying who helped Lan Zhan feel comfortable enough to let herself be free, to focus less on her chest and more on the world around her, ignoring what other people thought of her. To see beauty where others saw aging,saggy breasts and crisscross stretchmarks. Wei Ying likes to kiss each one, calling them Lan Zhan's battle scars and her reward a "bosom that would knock me away if I didn't hug them so much!"

Lan Zhan loves her girlfriend so, so very much.

The first time Lan Zhan had gone outside without a bra on, it had been by Wei Ying's side completing an errand at the grocery store.

If anyone glared at her scandalous attire, she didn't notice. The whole time she'd been focused on the twinkle of delight in Wei Ying's eyes and brightness of her smile, and how it grew whenever Lan Zhan would press her lips against it.

Lan Zhan just barely has enough time to put her book aside before Wei Ying dives onto the couch to sprawl across her lap, still grumbling about an annoying coworker messing with her experiments again.

Wei Ying wiggles for a bit before settling with her arms wrapped around Lan Zhan's waist and her chin resting in the valley between her breasts, one cheek squishing itself against the skin. Her eyes are shit tight, angry lines of frustration across her forehead as her mutterings become more nonsensical threats than actual complaints.

Lan Zhan feels the corners of her mouth lift up as fondness flows through her, warm and comforting.

She bends over so her hair falls in a curtain around them, a private world of their own as she takes the hair-tie out of Wei Ying's ponytail and combs through the tangles in her hair.

Wei Ying still smells like their shared vanilla scented conditioner and, without a thought, Lan Zhan brushes her nose along the babyhair curling on Wei Ying's hairline, breathing in the scent of them and their home with a deep inhale.

She presses a soft kiss against Wei Ying's forehead, just because she can, marveling at the frown lines as they disappear instantly.

Wei Ying sighs contently, her unscrupulous coworker forgotten. She shifts into a more comfortable position, settling with her cheek on top of Lan Zhan's left breast, right over her heartbeat.

"This is my favorite place in the whole world, you know?" she whispers, sleepily.

The warm feeling overtakes Lan Zhan, from the tips of her toes to the blush in her ears. She feels it expand outwards, dripping from her skin into this place where they've built a home.

"Mn," she hums in agreement. She doesn't need to say, "Me too. Wei Ying is my home." She knows Wei Ying understands without the need for words. She might say it anyway, later, when she the flood of emotion recedes and her words come more easily.

Lan Zhan will let Wei Ying nap before they get up to prepare dinner. A moment of tranquility after a stressful day.

She closes her eyes and rests, her only thoughts of the peaceful night she and her girlfriend will have, and the ring burning a hole in the corner of her desk drawer.

(threadfic here)

[mallisia-ring]

Avni stalked after a pirate ship, following after it from above the clouds. Occasionally she dip below the clouds to keep track of it, waiting to have a secret “meeting” with the ship’s captain. (For any female or genderbent muse @modernday-mages )

The ship’s captain was an older lady, old enough to be the mother of her all female crew. She smiled as one of her crewmates gave her an update on their route, nodding in response.

[sanguinaryviper]

ACOUNT REVAMP!!

It’s nearing Autumn and that means I have to stop procrastinating! So the lewdness is coming back (still accepting sfw asks) and shockingly… Kokichi is back! As is Kanade (along with a genderbent version).

Nagisa Shiota (Assassination Classroom) specifically, my AU of him will still be the main focus. Don’t worry, he’s not too different. The main one is that he can use/summon tentacles, so feel free to ask for those!! You’re also free (and encouraged) to add him to the other verses like Danganronpa or Persona 5/3! The more creative the scenario the more likely I am to write.

Lets get into the muses (NOTE!! All of these are depicted as OF AGE unless specified) I’m feeling for now (characters and verses highlighted are preferred)!:

Anime: Nagisa Shiota (Assassination Classroom), Karma Akabane (Assassination Classroom), Shigeo Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100), Lloyd De Saloum (7th Prince Reincarnation), Tomura Shigaraki (MHA), Kyotaro Ichikawa (The Dangers in my Heart),

Games: Headspace/Realworld Kel (Omori), Aventurine (HSR), Kieran (Pokemon SV), Goro Akechi (Persona 5), Kanade Otonokoji (SDRA2), Kokichi Oma (Danganronpa V3)

Extra fandoms: Persona 3, RWBY, Jujutsu Kaisen, Undertale, Pokemon (basically everything), Danganronpa, Project Sekai, Dragon Ball, Mirai Nikki, DDLC, Chainsaw man, Elden Ring, Black Clover

Most females from those verses are allowed to be asked in asks! Crossover asks are appreciated too!

Special asks!

— Vipered: send the prompt ‘Vipered’ and then follow it with a character (and ideally a scenario of some sort) for Nagisa to completely break them with his charm, length, and tentacles! How will they submit to the cute yet badass femboy 🤔

— Holiday Recap: send the prompt ‘Holiday Recap’ and then follow it with a pairing or group of your choice to see about how their late summers holiday went! Note, it certainly wont be the most safe 🤭

Thank you for reading! Hopefully I’ll see you all and be more active!

My Tags

— #Vipers Writings for all of my writings!

— #Vipers Ramblings for all my out of character talk

— #Vipers nsfw for all my nsfw writings

— #Vipers sfw for all my sfw writings

[whitecrownsblackthrones-archived]

Imagine waiting until marriage to be with someone you love

Cause these two won’t-