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meowkn · 4 months

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haiii ummmm can u do the thing u did with bimbo reader x nanami but jean erm thanks yay :D

Jean x Bimbo!Reader

HELLOOO, I had so much fun with this. I absolutely love you for asking this anon. Like I am such a Jean girl, you don’t even understand. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING.

Jean was such a womanizer before he met you, which is no surprise. Jean will admire a gorgeous woman when he sees one, but the moment you walked into that bar he knew he would never set eyes on another girl again. The moment you walked over to the bar and ordered your little cocktail he was moving towards you.

- Jean is absolutely and utterly obsessed and I mean OBSESSED with you. He will flaunt you and show you off any chance he gets.

- He needs to take care of you, he just feels the need deep down in his bones and he’ll get upset whenever you deny his help. “Hey, pretty girl, let me help you with this.” “Oh, no, I’m fine.” He’ll be pouting for the rest of the day.

- You broke a heel ONCE and now he carries a pair of flats with him just in case your feet hurt or if you break another heel.

- Jean adores it when you dress up for him and he loves it even more when you let him pick out your outfits.

- Connie and Sasha teased the hell out of him when they found out you two were dating, but, he took it with pride, he’s never once felt embarrassed about dating you.

- If someone is flirting with you in public he will not hesitate to pick you up and sling you over his shoulder.

- He is so passionate with you, just so soft and sensual.

- If you’re blabbering about some random topic he’ll just start kissing your hand and muttering small little “Mhms.”

- BODY WORSHIP. He just loves your body so much, especially when you wear those short dresses and small tops. He will make sure that you know every part of you is perfect and loved.

- Never treats you like your dumb and is unbelievably patient with you. He finds your airheadedness cute in a way.

- All for PDA, will kiss you or touch you anywhere, again, he loves to flaunt you in front of people.

- Before you got married you had matching bracelets which he now keeps tied to his keychain and smiles every time he sees it.

- You got lost one alone time on vacation and now you have to hold his hand whenever you go outside together, even if you’re just walking to the car.

- Will drop anything and everything to help you out, if you need help moving something or finding something, no matter if he’s working, hanging out with friends, he will come running to your side.

- Memorized every single makeup product you use, so whenever he goes out shopping he buys them when he sees it, even if you don’t need anymore.

- Loves to wash your face when you’re drunk.

- After he took you home from the bar, some of his friends asked if he “hit” and how good it was. “She fell asleep in my arms knowing she doesn’t have to deal with assholes like you.”

- You are so spoiled by this man it’s insane. He will buy you so many things unprovoked and when you protest, he’ll put a finger to you mouth and say “Hush.” and proceed to give you a haul of everything he bought you.

- Absolutely decked out his truck just for you, everything you could ever need is in there, pads, makeup wipes, water, snacks, EVERYTHING. You tried to sit in the backseat once and he snapped at you. “Get your ass up here, before I haul you up here myself.”

- Never let’s anybody but you ride in the front with him. You are his passenger princess.

- Definitely has a bunch of lewd pictures of you in his phone, and he’s definitely printed a few out.

- Will purposely attack you with kisses after you just finished your makeup. He loves the look of your lipstick smudged against his lips.

- Purposely forgets his lunch at home just so you’ll bring it to him and he’ll have the chance to see you.

#jean kirstein #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein x reader #I want to write a fic abt him now #jean kirschtein headcanons #aot jean #jean kirschtein imagine #hes so fine #hes so boyfriend #i need him

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autistic-katara · 1 month

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u ever think of a ship u like one-sidedly and wonder why tf u didn’t project onto them when suffering from a bad one sided crush

#this is abt valgrace #honestly i dont see jason as being into men he’s either straight or aspec to me (or both yk)#but leo is definitely into him #to me #and now i have the urge to write a fic abt them #like maybe a jason survived au or smthn #or maybe they resurrect him idk #i think it would be a bit too angsty if he was dead #(or it could be pre-death but idk if i wanna do that for a few reasons)#guys actually does anyone want that i think it would be fun to write #i needed smthn to write yk but this is still vague enough that if i wanna continue i might need more motivation or smthn #pjo #heroes of olympus #leo valdez #jason grace #valgrace #<- do i tag that if its one sided???#sorry if i offended u for this i can’t think straight rn #ryan shut the fuck up

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capitalisticveins · 11 months

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Someone needs to write abt Lovely going through their first sunbound solstice and Vincent helping out the best he can, or teen Tank and the rest of the Pack getting into scandals and mischief

Please

#i would but my laptop charger STILL hasn’t come in so I can’t write #Asher said him and Tank got into their fair share of fights growing up #and now I want a fic abt them getting into fights #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse

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harbingersglory · 21 days

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Silently shaking your hand in butch who loves a pretty femme.

SHAKING IT VIGOROUSLY i love femmes sm femmes are literally so gorgeous sorry i hear someone mention them and i do Not stop talking. everyone please act shocked i went down the ningguang main to miko main pipeline.

#asks #Anonymous #for all the sub!reader i write i am. a stone butch. crying #g-d put me on this earth to please pretty femmes and by g-d i will do just that #im so sad about having to skip navia & chiori they r both so pretty and i am a weak butch but im gunning for arle rn #xianyun too ohhh lord it was testing me #but arle is so stone butch core i HAD to pull for him like. projection!!! but im right!!!!! i know a butch when i see one #arle holding the fatui together bc all the other women r femme and hes the only masc woman lord #anyway a pretty femme tells me what 2 do and i just listen like yes ma'am #i think abt femmes and then explode i literally love them so much is it too obvious.. /s :[#acting like i didnt write a novel abt ningguang bc someone said her name erm #anyway ill shut up now or ill never stop lord help me #love 2 see fellow butches in the fandom though where r they..#not a fic #for ppl who dont want 2 see me rambling abt femmes instead of actually writing um

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solar-halos · 1 month

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yall think lucy gray and billy taupe had a custody battle over shamus ?

#i think so #a running joke in my head is that he’s lactose intolerant #and i know goat milk is better for that #but at the same time i think billy taupe is a hater so he just doesn’t fuck w shamus #but that’s not important bc he knows lucy gray wants shamus and lucy gray knows that he wants him too #one time me and my ex had a custody battle over a cup we painted together which sounds fucking ridiculous but at the time it was so serious #so i think lucy gray would be like “why do u want him? ur lactose!” and billy taupe would be like #“why do YOU want him? u won the games and now u have money to buy ur own goat”#so when snow was worrying abt them meeting at the hanging tree ghat was actually what was going down #i didn’t expect to have so much to say abt this i should write a fic abt this

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leatherbookmark · 1 year

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an interesting thing abt jgy antis is like. where is the source of their, shall we say, negative opinion of jgy? like, 1. jgy is a villain, he does horrible things with no remorse, he’s willing to do everything to achieve his selfish, egotistical goals. --> 2. the source of this claim: this, this and this scene. --> 3. alright, but to me -- says someone who’s not an anti -- this reads differently. that he did all those things, and did them on purpose and without remorse, is not that obvious to me. why do you think that? --> 4. well, obviously because he’s a villain and does horrible things with no remorse.

like... he’s evil because he does bad things, and he does bad things because he’s evil. i’m interested in how antis came by those opinions, but a, unfortunately i have them all blocked, and b, even if i or someone else made a poll, it wouldn’t be authentic because no sane anti is going to say “well, people hated him and wrote all those things about him on twt, so i started hating him as well”, or “i only care about wgxn, you could sell me anything about other characters if your arguments were convincing enough because i zoned out during the parts when wgxn weren’t on screen/pages of the book”. it’s all “written in the book/shown in the show” and “logical arguments you’d agree with if only you could read”.

#thinking back to my early c/q/l days where i reblogged this dumb ass meta abt how jgy FOR SURE pushed lxc away because he WANTED HIM #to be tormented by uncertainty forever. like 'the worst person you know just saved your life; what now' kinda thing #i was like oh... THIS IS SO RIGHT... because it felt bittersweet and painful and i am Still guilty of accepting/agreeing with headcanons #or interpretations that aren't 100% what i think because i have this ingrained idea that other people are always more mature and #sophisticated and smarter than me and so they Know Better #the person (i think?) later went on to write a meta abt how jgy is a badwrong narcissist. so #(this is also the reason why i spent months praising and getting excited abt a fic where jgy was dating nmj for like a decade despite #not loving him; and why he cheated on him many times with lxc Just Because. i didn't think jgy would do something like that but everyone #else was like omg this is SOOOOO good so i was like shit i guess it is! IT'S SOOOO GOOD OMG;;;;; have i mentioned i have no brain on #my own? yea)#anyway i'm not gonna paint myself as this genius from the first watch because I Too had wgxn goggles fucking ON and didn't even notice #the box hand touch during my first watch. (have i mentioned i am not very smart or observant) and when wwx was whistling ghosts at jgy #and jgy was clearly Going Thru It in the guanyin temple i was like 'haha good for him'#but iirc i Was nonetheless drawn to him (although xy was first <3) and it was like. well he's evilbad but maybe he felt bad when he murdered #his child? --> well maybe he's not 100% evilbad... maybe... --------------> a-yao did nothing wrong and i will kill you if you even suggest #otherwise. (<-- a joke.)#anyway a whole bunch of antis seem like kindasorta stuck in that initial wgxn-centered; everyone else either has 2 personality traits Max #or is either wgxn allies (good) or wgxn Haters (we hates them forever!) just like. unwilling to accept any new viewpoints At All #and then there are Types of those jgy antis because you have people who hate him for Other Reasons and people who hate them because they.#honestly seem like they've only read moralistic books for young children where the brave kind hero is the one you're supposed to cheer for #and want to be like; and the villain has all the traits you're supposed to know are Bad (mean greedy selfish lazy etc) AND NOTHING ELSE.#its like that *man who only saw boss baby watching another movie* damn this is giving me some serious boss baby vibes ! meme #anyway. love it when the tags are 3x longer than the post. cheers #shrimp thoughts

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dollsuguru · 3 months

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i’m already outlining some parts of this fic omg like my excitement is through the roof i really wanna do this story justice 😭

#fashion designer reader 🤝 art museum curator geto my beloveds #i’ve thought abt this story concept for so long and it isn’t until now that i’m being Properly Serious abt it #it means so much to me hehe #the ultimate meet cute in my eyes #i ofc need to add his background and stuff but AHHHHHH really wanna do this justice :3 #gonna take this to docs after i’m done outlining :’)#i don’t have everything outlined just like 2 scenes rn #but i wanna write prettily and with purpose and have good flow/a proper storyline #this might be my first real Story Fic #bc black is the color was moments in time of geto & reader’s relationship #enormity of my desire disgusts me was a oneshot #this story is the big kahuna to me ok i Demand to myself that it’s a 10k fic or above like it’s serious business to me #kidding idc how long it is but i deffo don’t want it to be short #we shall see how it goes #i’m rambling but only bc i’m excited #wanna delve into suguru’s sophistication/nerdiness but also have him be a bit demure yet still very sultry and alluring #but at the end of the day he’s just an Excitable Art Nerd #reader is my bestie she’s a kween she’s so cool and fun and fresh and friendly and a firecracker & a wildcard #i love all my readers to be lovable dorks they’re just so <3 to me #anyways hehehehehe need to think of more ideas! :D #and again deffo wanna add other characters in here not JUST reader/suguru #i think in this one specifically their friends/coworkers are so important! :>#personal

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suckishima · 5 months

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rrrrrrrrr im so frustrated with my writing. its just been weeks of struggle and whyyyy. idk i think i need to rework or rethink what im going for with this one or something, its like i can feel the threads of the themes i wanna do are sooo close to tying together but it just isnt quite reaching yet and so it reads like a stilted bland mess but the more i stare at it the further away it feels aaah

i know it can get there i kNOW it can, the ending and like aha moment is so cleaaaar that i think its almost too solid and thats why my beginning feels so fucked—like i just keep asking myself 'well if hes gonna get there in chapter 5, whats stopping him from getting there now in chapter 2??' i tHOUGHT i had reasons but now that im there i just keep instinctually writing him to have the connecting/realization moment anyway and like. if that's how it is then what even IS the story??? i need a break

#leaving for my parents for christmas tomorrow and while its always a little lowkey stressful there esp during holidays #itll be nice to at least have a different stress than this one for a few days lmao #mandatory writing break coming at a good time ig #anyway a lot of the real problem is that a big reason i wanted to write this fic is bc i wanted to explore tsukkis mental space during #the ball boy arc bc i feel like its an interesting transitional time for him in terms of like being after his big moment but then #he slightly regresses in that post match bathroom scene until yamaguchi sets him straight and like. i love just how furudate is showing #that growth isnt linear and so i wanna explore how tsukki would feel during the camp (which he didnt seem stoked to go to)#and in contrast with hinata who couldnt go but weasels in anyway and like how does tsukki deal with #that intensity of stupidity and passion in regards to how he feels about his own relationship to volleyball now #like i dont think its a straight line from blocking ushijima -> admitting yeah sometimes volleyball is fun #i think theres some wavering in there and oooo i wanna explore it but FUCK its hard??#why furudate why does tsukki deny extra practice the first night of rookie camp but accepts the second night??#i know why he accepts night 2 im excited abt that. i'm big time struggling with pinpointing why he says no night 1 in a way #that doesnt come off like 1 hes fully regressing 2 like im having him say no purely bc thats how it is in canon so magical ~plot reasons~#truthfully furudates reason is probably just 'was funny to have tsukki and kunimi say no in unison' and it isnt out of character for #tsukki to say no either but i also can feeeel it i can feeel the threads of a solid character developmental reason that will fit with #all the OTHER stuff im also trying to do lmao #i just need to piece it together in the right way in the right order and right emphasis #and its so cloooose rn but ugh it just feels wishwashy atm #and so. i struggle lmao #eesh anyway fun tag rant yay #heres to hoping not thinking about this for a week will help #x #....who wants to take bets on whether ill delete this later lol

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kil0rn · 1 year

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I regret going back to see the old writing i did when i was 13 </3 and seeing how i used to text makes me laugh

#was for this otome game #several shades of sadism #i remember being obsessed with minami and mei but mostly minami #cringing at my fics #only wrote y/n as female back then bc thats when i used to not go by he/him or they/them #im glad i deleted some of my posts and writings both on here and on wattpad #q #imma redownload the game maybe hm #but i dont rlly want to be refered as female 💀💀#12/13 yr old me def shouldnt have been writing spicy fanfics for others now that i think abt it

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littledeadling · 1 year

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Writing more dincobbs btw... I have like four discreet snippets going on but I finally settled on one to concentrate on >:3

#bz bz #new ones abt what if bo-katan came to fight din for the darksabre while he was chilling on tattooine & Cobb accidentally beat her for it.#& din has to hustle him off planet & they are stuck on Din’s ship for a while. pretending din still has his ship bc the new ones so stupid #there will be pining there will only be one bed there will be showing cobb the stars 🤭#why am I writing about bo katan & the darksabre when I hate that shit... um... just an excuse for a perilous situation that’s all :•)#also they are going to go rescue/steal grogu from the Jedi . bc I hate cgi luke & he deserves nothing #my other ones rn r: din helps Cobb do the dishes & Cobb spends the evening finding ways to stop din from touching him but it’s foreplay.#he wants him begging :•)#also one where cobbs peeved at din for abandoning him for so long #and one where they are rly super fucking drunk and oopsy doopsy #sorry this is what it’s like in my brain . my bad #swear to god I temper it with thinking bc about my own stories as well 🫠 I SWEAR... this stuff is just my break...#it’s my treat…...#ps can I be real it is so invigorating watching my fic slowly climb the ranks of the dincobb ao3 collection 😳#it’s in the top 13% now...😳 climb baby climb I’m proud of u...

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hobimo · 1 year

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Green on the Horizon chapter 3 preview

hello if u have missed my previous posts here i have finished chap 3 and im getting into chap 4 but im not pleased with them so i have decided to lock them up until may where i will reassess them once they have fermented enough and Developed Flavour and post them both for mermay.

Until then please keep reading to see the first scene of chapter 3 below! I’m pretty happy with it but when u see it next it might be tweaked a bit idk. thanks for your patience :)

The stories have always depicted dragons as benevolent gods. As wise. As merciful.

The sound of water breaking disturbs the crew and Seokjin so much that he flinches before the dragon’s huge tail slams down onto the deck directly in front of him. Seokjin feels the ship lurch and sink further into the water under the dragon’s weight. Easily as tall as him, the scales are so large and green and wet with water he can see his own terrified face reflected in them before they disappear into the huge white tuft of fur at the end, just like a lion’s tail.

Red spines peek out through the fur, long enough to impale Seokjin with one swipe.

When Seokjin dares look up at the beast, its vermillion eyes are narrow and cruel.

Its lips pull back as their gazes meet, vicious. Beyond the torrents of water falling from the dragon’s huge, serpentine body, the deck is completely silent. Seokjin feels cold the more he stares at the creature, frozen still as its red eyes bore into him. It’s so large it blocks out the afternoon sun behind it; an eclipse realised.

To show his sincerity, Seokjin had foregone even his usual rope knife. He is completely defenceless before the dragon, its maw big enough to bite him clean in two. From above them, the dragon growls something awful, so loud and intense it makes Seokjin’s bones tremble under his skin, the very air heavy like water as he grapples for a rope, just to stay on his feet. He can barely breathe through the weight of it, hitting his chest so hard he doesn’t even know if his heart can beat under the pressure.

Every painting, every sculpture, every story Seokjin has ever heard or seen, pales before the dragon before him. Does not capture the weight it carries, the sound of it, the predator’s gaze. For the rest of his life, all legends will be ruined for him, no tales of dragon mercy will ring true. This is a beast that wants Seokjin dead, and it is happy to wait for his sweat to wash away the stink of snake wine before it strikes.

One day when he dies, this dragon will peer down and watch which realm his soul goes to next with those same crimson eyes.

From the corner of his eye, Seokjin sees Jimin duck behind the main mast, tip-toeing to the bow of the ship.

Right. They had a plan. And Seokjin has to do his part.

The dragon pries one talon out of the wood, splinters flying, and then lowers it down one step further, the maw of razor-sharp teeth inching closer. Its neck is so long that even with its talons halfway down the mast, it can curl up like a cobra, looming over them. Just its neck alone must be the same length as the mast itself, thicker than it where it meets its chest, before thinning again, the rest of its snake body writhing as it adjusts its posture on the wooden beam.

“Dragon King!” Seokjin shouts, barely audible through the dragon’s growling. His voice sounds scratchy and raw, not clear like it should be, but he doesn’t dare stutter, not here. He will force the words out with his whole body if need be. The dragon’s growl intensifies in response, eyebrows twitching and furrowing, clearly displeased. It lowers its head inches further, the feathery edges of its whiskers almost touching the deck.

The killing intent is almost enough to make Seokjin’s legs give out, but he grips the rope until his knuckles turn white and clears his throat. He can’t give up now, not after everything he’s done. Not when they’re finally getting close to making the impossible a reality.

“I will not talk more than necessary,” Seokjin grits out, and the dragon’s red-scaled lips pull back further, all of its white teeth on show. “I want to borrow the power of your yeouiju.”

There’s a hitch in the growling, the dragon clearly surprised, and it opens its mouth. From between its fangs, it extends its tongue, pink and slick like a dog’s, suspending the pearl before him like a taunt. The jewel is huge, so large Seokjin would need both hands just to hold it, pearlescent and so full of magic Seokjin can feel it, like he has never felt magic before. A tangible presence, power so concentrated it could corrupt anyone with a touch. Seokjin’s hands itch to reach out and snatch it before the dragon can hide it away again, even though he knows better. The temptation digs under his skin like a parasite, urging him with a ferocity he didn’t know existed—take it. Take the pearl. Kill the dragon.

He drags his eyes away from the stone to the dragon’s red gaze above, and feels like choking on seawater. Those eyes are narrowed and waiting. Baiting him. Luring him right up to its teeth, like an anglerfish.

“Yes. I need its power just for one task,” Seokjin continues, and the dragon’s eyes narrow further, retracting its tongue and the yeouiju back into the safety of its mouth. “There is a ship that sails between the mainland and Tsushima island, manned by the ghosts of those murdered by their crews at sea. I want to revive someone, using your yeouiju.”

The dragon’s eyes widen, its surprise startlingly human, before they narrow even further, growling viciously again. It’s jaw opens an inch, enough to see the way its tongue and lips pull back, worse than any dog or tiger, wood creaking and ship swaying as its weight shifts, preparing to pounce on him.

It won’t. The smell of the wine hasn’t faded yet.

“I only need it for that one thing,” he continues. There is a shadow moving on the main mast, beside the dragon’s curled body, and Seokjin forces himself not to look. “I have no intention of stealing it from you. If you would be willing to lend me the jewel—”

The dragon snaps warningly, lurching out to bite through the air in front of Seokjin, so close the rush of air stings. The snap of its jaws is terrifying, so loud and close Seokjin is scared one of his own bones has snapped. The growl changes and sharpens with a hiss in the back of the beast’s throat, its white beard swaying as it shakes his head, licking its chops.

He misspoke, then.

“I have no intention to use the jewel for anything else,” Seokjin insists, the dragon growling so loud and close he can barely hear the words come out of his mouth. It’s approaching him, enraged even to the point of enduring the smell, it seems. “I swear on my life.”

For a fleeting moment, Seokjin lets his hopes mislead him. He almost thinks the dragon will be as benevolent as the legends claim, that it will be moved by his plea, or that perhaps it will use the jewel in its mouth to divine the truth in his words.

But like all else, the tales pale before the dragon.

The look in its eyes is so furious Seokjin expects it to begin swearing at him, to curse his bloodline for generations—but it does no such thing. Like an animal it climbs one step further down the mast, until the deck is within its reach, its neck coiled up to stay just far away from Seokjin that the wine’s smell doesn’t reach. And then it growls lowly, before jerking its head away from him. The meaning is clear, even to Seokjin: his life is worthless.

And then it begins to rain. The dragon watches him, eyes wide and perfectly still, as the rain begins as nothing but a few timid drops and develops into a downpour within an instant, the harsh sunlight fading and replaced by gloom. The blinding reflection of the sun on its scales is replaced by a buffeting wind that kicks up salt and spray onto the deck, whipping the white mane around the dragon’s head furiously.

“I ate the swallow purposefully to lure you here,” Seokjin bites out, his words lost to the wind but the dragon hears him just fine, roaring at him as wood splintering under one of its talons. Its tail whips away from him, slapping the water so hard spray hits the deck and stings Seokjin’s skin. “It was not my intention to offend you. We had no other option. The yeouiju is our only hope.”

When the dragon opens its mouth and hisses, it’s like staring down the gullet of a crocodile. The force of its breath is enough to sting his skin, and instead of smelling foul, it smells only like the harshest ocean wind.

“The fortune teller foresaw you would help us!” Seokjin snaps, desperation turning to frustration. The dragon recoils violently at this, rearing up so much so that even its front talons leave the wood, suspended only by its body wrapped around the beam. “So tell me, what must I offer for your jewel to be used this once?”

The dragon’s eyes blaze, and when it tenses up a little further, Seokjin knows it is going to pounce on him, ignoring the stench of wine and snapping him up. All of this for nothing. Summoning a god just for it to deny him, to cast him aside.

The shadow on the mast drops from where it had been holding onto the halyard, falling right beside the dragon and grabbing halfway down its green whisker. The dragon shrieks in pain as its head is wrenched down, and Jimin’s feet hit the deck with barely a sound. Seokjin watches with horror as the dragon’s red eye swivels to see who has grabbed it, before it roars and throws its head back.

It’s exactly what Jimin wanted, Seokjin realises. Jimin manages to kick his legs just enough that when the dragon hauls him back up in the air, Jimin swings right under its chin and can hook his heels in the battens of the sail, enough to drag himself right onto the top of the dragon’s head. Jimin’s snarl is so ferocious Seokjin can see the slash of white teeth even from here, as the man grabs one of the dragon’s antlers and uses that strength of his to pull the whisker tight enough that the dragon’s jaw is wound shut.

“Now!” Yoongi shouts, and men on either side of the deck pick up a coil of rope and throw it high, over the dragon’s neck and head. Together, the crew grasp the slick ropes, wet from the downpour, and winch them down. The dragon thrashes and struggles, roaring and hissing in the back of its throat, shaking its head violently to try and dislodge Jimin, who holds firm.

Its weakness is that dragons are benevolent. Seokjin hadn’t understood it, but as the dragon’s eyes frantically search around it for somewhere to flee, Seokjin sees the exact moment it realises it cannot escape without throwing the crew overboard, possibly killing them. That it’s trapped.

With one final heave, the men pull the ropes tight, and the dragon’s head pressed down into the deck. Jimin doesn’t move from the top of its head, wrapping the whisker around his arm like a rope. Its lower body writhes and struggles, trying to pull it free of the rope, but one of them has been secured behind its antlers and can’t move. Its tail slaps the water, swipes the side of the boat, those red spines nailed through the wood, but not even that can save it.

Jimin stands on the captured dragon like a demon, the wind whipping his black hanbok around him, eyes feral. “I told you I could do it,” Jimin says, grinning despite how heavily he’s breathing. All the muscles in his arm jump as he adjusts his grip on the antler, knuckles white. “Go on then, Siren Captain. Make your demands.”

The dragon growls as Seokjin approaches, no less threatening even now that it is restrained. Its snarls as best it can with his jaw wrapped shut, its eye furious and human where it glares back at Seokjin. It throws itself against the bindings, trying to at least hit Seokjin, but Jimin yanks on the whisker so it can’t budge.

“You’re trapped, Your Majesty,” Jimin taunts it, his voice cutting through the ringing in Seokjin’s ears. “Better to give in and listen.”

The dragon growls, struggling again, but its head doesn’t move. Tentatively Seokjin approaches, placing one foot down after the other until he is close enough to speak directly into that red eye.

“Forgive me,” he whispers, low enough that Jimin hopefully will not hear. The dragon’s eye rolls from Seokjin, up to try and see Jimin perched on its head, and finally all the fight leaves it. Its huge eye closes, and the rain stops immediately, the wind abating, the clouds immediately beginning to fade.

“Dragon King,” Seokjin says again, even more daunted by the silence than the lashing rain. His voice comes out far quieter, and the dragon barely blinks open its eye to look at him. “I need the power of your yeouiju for a task. I simply need you to allow us to use your jewel just once. If you can agree to that, we will release you.”

The dragon simply looks at him for what feels like an age, the intensity of its eye never lessening, until it makes a small noise and sighs, eye closing again. Seokjin hopes he is right to interpret it as acceptance. He will have to take the risk, gesturing for the men to release the ropes.

Park Jimin does not.

The air floods with heat, energy so intense and otherworldly that Seokjin stumbles away. Before their eyes the dragon begins to shrink, its tail evaporating where it pierces the side rail of the ship, its twisted torso around the mast disappearing into salt spray. The ship springs out of the water as the dragon’s weight sinking it disappears, and its head shrinks and warps into the shape of a human.

Jimin does not release the dragon even as it becomes a man pressed onto the ground beneath him, Jimin’s hand fisted in his head of white hair.

“Park Jimin,” the dragon-man hisses, hair fading from blinding white to the shiny black of a young man, the last part of his transformation. His hands come up to grab at Jimin’s arms behind him, fingers digging in. “You—”

“Accept the deal,” Jimin snaps, yanking on his hair. The dragon’s answering snarl is as powerful in the air as it has been when he was a hundred times the size he is now. Jimin isn’t fazed, pulling roughly on his hair again as he yells, “accept it!”

“I accept!” The dragon yells, yielding, his eyes finding Seokjin’s where Jimin keeps his face pressed to the deck. “Now release me!”

Jimin drops his hair unceremoniously, picking his feet up and stepping away from the prone man. Yoongi lingers at Seokjin’s side, staring in wonder and horror as the dragon pushes himself up, his free hair spilling over his shoulders, naked and human, betrayed only by the vibrant vermillion of his eyes.

“Fetch him clothes,” Seokjin orders, his voice shrill even to his own ears. When the dragon stands, roughly grabbing at Jimin for support, Seokjin is startled by how tall he is. Perhaps not quite his height—he must be the same height as Seokjin, not even as tall as Namjoon—but rather how small Jimin looks beside him, almost a head shorter, and yet the dragon moves away from him as soon as he’s steady on his feet, as if it pains him to be close.

The dragon king is as striking as a man as he was as a dragon, his face easily belonging in a mural rather than on a live person.

“What shall they call you?” Jimin asks, and Seokjin itches to hit him at the mocking tone he uses. Even at this distance between Seokjin and the dragon, an easy six paces, the air thrums around him with dangerous power.

“You push your luck, Park Jimin,” the dragon snaps. He turns to Seokjin with a grimace, vitriol in his eyes as he inclines his head. “You may call me Taehyung, Kim Seokjin. Siren Captain of the Southern seas.”

“And crew,” Jimin jabs. When Taehyung snarls at him, his teeth are fanged and sharp.

“And crew,” Taehyung bites out. Jimin grins at him, apparently unbothered by the dragon’s anger.

“I will remain with you until the moment you require the jewel,” Taehyung explains. “I cannot leave it in your care. I will not lift a finger to help or protect you or your crew. You should have made me agree to that while you had the chance. Be warned, Kim Seokjin—everything you barter for in this life, I will personally ensure you are robbed of it in the next.”

The threat from a dragon puts salt in Seokjin’s bones, but he sets his jaw. He was never naïve enough to expect he could pull this off unscathed.

“So be it.”

Jimin snatches the clothes the crew bring out, and throws the outer layer of the hanbok over Taehyung’s shoulders, leaving him to dress himself. Seokjin is almost embarrassed at the shabby clothing they offer the dragon king, averting his eyes. He can see Yoongi keeps watching him, expression unreadable, hand tight around the hilt of his sword to hide how his whole arm shakes.

Namjoon hovers near the poop deck, unsure whether to approach, so Seokjin gives up and waves him over. Namjoon is strong, physically and in spirit, but he lacks the disposition that makes a truly strong fighter—the cruelty. He is too kind, too gentle, and it makes him too scared. No matter how these three years after Jungkook’s death have affected him, Namjoon was never prepared to kill a dragon, if it came down to it. He shuffles behind Seokjin like an anxious puppy, enraptured by the presence of the dragon.

“It’s good we didn’t die,” Namjoon mutters, and the bark of laughter that comes out of Seokjin shocks even himself.

“Yes,” Seokjin agrees, dragging his eyes back to Jimin and the dragon, who has tied the hanbok around his waist. A dragon, on board Seokjin’s stolen vessel. All to use its power to bring Jungkook back to life. He can only hope that the dragon vowing not to protect them means he won’t also harm them, too tired for much else.

Dragon trapping. Another one of Park Jimin’s frightening abilities.

Yoongi’s warning to stay on his good side echoes in Seokjin’s mind. At least for now he finds Seokjin entertaining enough to stay on board, to offer his help. They are almost done.

“Now we only have to find the ship itself,” Seokjin reminds both Yoongi and Namjoon, and it feels like years since he has seen them smile so sincerely. It probably has been.

“We truly did it,” Yoongi mutters. “It feels like a dream. Jungkook will come home.”

#bet u thought it was abandoned didnt you #HA #special thanks to pov u are a heartbroken mermaid playlist on yt #really got me feeling bad that i wasnt writing this fic and now look at me #i think chapter 4 is gonna be significantly shorter than the others #bc there's only so much i can put in it other than the climax tbh #that being said PLEASE tell me if u want jinmin smut #i mean chances are im gonna write it anyway #but any requests guys any ideas u would like to put forward #bc im kinda scratching my head abt it #anyway hope u enjoyed the preview #hoseok also appears in chapter 3 but at the end so u guys will have to wait until may to see him #anyway pour one out for sharlie she has been in my dms telling me i can do it for Months #this fic exists bc of her everyone say thank u

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juicedbeetle · 1 year

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im afraid that against my better judgement i have started another beej fanfic and im already 2k words into it

#it is about the suit thing. i have wanted to write something about it the whole time. im doing it now. im in pain oooughh #theres this part im writing where he interacts with the maitlands while they cant see him and he knows all about them and im. hurting #writing the maitlands is really really hard i know nothing about all the stuff they talk abt in the musical 🥹 but i try #writing beej is second nature he comes incredibly easy to me i know exactly what to do at all times #if theres One person that liked my first beej fic enough to look forward to this well ur lucky my friend

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salsflore · 10 months

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MY GOD!!!! old man thoughts are creeping up on me... stay back!!!! please!!!!!

#just saw an angsty reel related to his immortality I WANT TO HOLD HIM! and then kill him. youre welcome!#in my ship i think i made myself like yanfei/ganyu? or maybe i can go the human turned immortal route. anything to avoid angsty death stuff #if i went the human turned immortal route itd be like via an extremely ancient adeptal art. itd also give me an excuse to make them argue..#lolol idk why i enjoy thinking abt arguments. sth sth about how he thinks its stupid and shes being reckless but she insists shes made her #mind up on it. and he’s like you really don’t get it! blah blah whatever they kiss and make up and shit idrc #i might write a fic on this but NOT NOW !!!!!! PLEALKSJDKLAS get the hell away from me i haven't even written my ajax bday fic yet .....#mika ♡ zhongli

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upsidedowngrass · 1 year

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wheres liam gets home fic . wheres liam recovery .. please

#crying shaking and wailing #i want to see him OUT and REALISTICALLY affected #i want to see him get HOME and START healing . and it be hard because thats not easy. but i wanna see him START GETTING THERE A LITTLE BIT #yeah i could write it myself . but alsi i have no energy . drawing is slightly easier bc its all visuals and its smth im much morefamiliar #with #and writing is fun but i can only do it every now and then . like im good at analysis but the moment i have to like #write a narrative my brain explodes #but perhaps that is the price i will have to pay for a liam recovery fic.#that uh. doesnt immediately throw in shipping #idm shipping and i think its occasionally cute but its certainly not what im looking for #and every fic ive seen lean into this ultimately decides to start makin characters kiss #like i said idm but its one of those things where its like. right off the plane i dont think liam needs a partner i think he needs therapy #and more general support if that makes sense?#these fics are generally still good! its just that i still havent found any fic that captures what im looking for which is liam HEALING #anyway. i went on a tangent. ill probably try to write it myself even though i am a pretty. slow writer (esp with narratives)#and thats not even CONSIDERING the research (both that ive already done for this and that id have to do) regarding like.#the legal aspects. ehat to do abt his leg bc how he gets home can very much affect that. etc

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sinningtamer · 1 year

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scuttles in, i think this scene will be in my mind forever now, there was just. a lot of everything and tension and and ????? brain explosion

FHHEGDHSDGSHSGDDHSSGSGSHSHDGDG /pos pos pos me freaking out just a little bit AAAAAA this is so cuuuuute!!! the expressions the blush THE GLASSES !!!!

help i’m so honored u liked it enough to draw something thank you so much!! <333

#LMK IF U DIDNT WANT THIS POSTED OFF ANON BTW tho the general vibe here is chill #i saw ur comment the other day tho dhhshddh im so glad;;;#also i get excited every time someone draws him in glasses. even tho the irl c.c barely remembers to wear them #ur fic ruining someone’s psyche in a positive way is the ultimate writers compliment so tyyyy #going 2 be thinking abt this art for the next ten years thank you #ask #suggestive #?ehh idk what to tag this as #reread my own writing for this scene seeing this like No yea u nailed it u nailed the vibe #OKAY ILL STOP YELLING NOW OUGHHHH FANART FOR MY SILLY FIC AUUGGH

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tomaytow · 2 years

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everything

— afab reader, angst, established relationship with venti, alternate universe

“i’m sorry, i… i should have told you—“

“it’s okay.”

or: a conversation between two lovers.

“Where are you going?”

[Name] pauses from the doorway. She’s not hearing things, isn’t she? It’s Venti who spoke just now. He’s asking where she’s heading off to, right?

She’s not hallucinating or anything, yeah?

She turns around, her hands still carrying the bags. In the dark, [Name] can see him sitting quietly on the sofa.

(He was waiting.)

[Name] swallows. Her throat feels rough. “I… um. I’m going on a business trip.” The picture frames, her collection of trinkets, and her books that are hiding beneath all the mountain of clothing in one luggage beg to differ. “I’m sorry, I… I should have told you—“

(I wasn’t going to tell you.)

An immediate response. “It’s okay.”

[Name] ducks her head down to the floor. Her heart sinks. Keep it together, she says internally. Do not fall apart. Do not fall apart.

The sofa—the sofa that they bought with their own savings—the sofa that witnessed almost everything (their memories with one another), creaks. Venti stands up, feet padding the fluffy carpets, the wooden floorboards.

And he stops in front of [Name], to put a hand on her jaw, so they can look each other in the eye.

His emerald eyes are always filled with so much fondness. With so much affection.

(With so much love.)

His emerald eyes always bring great comfort—[Name] won’t be surprised if those eyes hold the wonders of the world.

(And yet.)

“You’ve always been so busy, aren’t you, love?” Venti chuckles innocently. [Name] tries to keep her guard up. “It’s okay, though. I understand what you have been going through, what you have been sacrificing… what you have been doing. But…

“You’re coming back, right?”

The moonlight that’s been peeking through the blinds is suddenly gone. The room is darker. [Name]’s throat constricts and her palms get moist with sweat. The straps of her bags will drop if she won’t tighten her grip.

Don’t shy away from his gaze—don’t avoid contact. Don’t look at his sleeping robe. Focus on his face.

“You’ll be quick, right, Windblume?”

Her eyes start to sting. Windblume, huh. [Name] likes hearing Venti’s voice so much, and for him to even call her an endearing term makes her fall even more.

(But.)

Keep it together. Keep it together.

The bags feel heavy in her hands and [Name] desires to shatter.

And of course, Venti notices her discomfort. He always does. He’s perceptive like that. A worried frown appears from his delicate features, and [Name] wishes to wipe the crease between his brows.

(But.)

Venti tugs on her sleeve. He seems to be slightly upset from her silence. “…W–Windblume?”

Keep it together. Take deep breaths. You’re doing the right thing. You’re doing it for the greater good.

“Answer me.” It’s a desperate plea. “...Please.”

[Name] shuts her eyelids. Keep it together. She inhales through her nostrils, mentally counts for five seconds, then exhales the weight on her shoulders.

She musters a weak smile, “Of course I will.”

(The weight returns anyway.)

Venti smiles back. It’s a soft and tender one—that’s always reserved for her—for his very special someone.

“Okay.” Venti whispers, satisfied. He strokes her cheek with his thumb gently. “I trust you.”

He leans in for a kiss. His lips meekly meet with hers, as if he’s silently asking for permission. [Name]’s heart squeezes more, and she kisses him back, with much ardor and passion—

—because this is going to be their last, she knows. So she’s going to savor it.

(No matter what.)

Venti elicits a surprised hum, but accepts it all anyway. Venti is never one to back out from [Name]’s touch. Venti always cherishes it whenever [Name] initiates the first move.

However, when Venti encircles his arms around her waist, [Name] figures that she has to go.

So albeit a little hesitant, she withdraws from their kiss—creating a loud smack—and spins hurriedly. She knows Venti is confused. She can hear him murmur another questioning Windblume.

It’s not enough. Venti wants more.

“I–I’m going to be late.” [Name] says.

(Even if there’s no one waiting for her. Even if she can go on her accord, since there’s no appointed schedule. She’s in no rush.)

There’s a light giggle from him. “I see.” [Name] opens her eyes and twists the doorknob. She has to go. She pushes it open, but halfway, Venti says, “See you soon. I love you.”

It takes a moment for [Name] to form a response.

Then, she curtly nods and pushes the door wider.

The cold temperature bites her skin. It’s way more warm in their shared apartment, or in Venti’s arms, but the desire to leave… the desire to go—it’s much stronger.

See you soon.

I love you.

Venti is still staring at her from behind. Expecting. Waiting.

But [Name] walks. And walks. And walks.

And walks.

(She doesn’t look back.)

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