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darlingofvalyria · 8 months

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in hightower green— a masterlist.

The life and lies of the secondborn daughter of Viserys I, twin to Aegon Targaryen II, her rise to power and prominence, and her bountiful marriage to King Jacaerys Velaryon, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm.

For her crown, though no conqueror wore, was bathed in the shadows of the silent battles and wars she had won. For the Kingdom and for her lineage. Though she too wore many names, those that knew the stories— or the whispers — called her by others.

The Bastard Eater. The Kingmaker. The Spider Singer. The Emerald Fire.

+18 MDNI | Jacaerys Velaryon x Manipulative Targaryen!Reader, (Aegon's twin)

｡˚ ❀↳˗ˏˋ please make note of the different TWs by each part ˊˎ˗ ↴

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : MAIN STORY (chronological order; you can technically read it them each as one shots) ::;˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

I. IN SCALES OF GREEN, DRESSED IN SEA | smut, angst = The honour-bound prince does not want you. Or so he tells himself.

II. IN CLOTH OF BLACK, BABE IN BLOOD | angst, smut = Through all your scheming— you had made a mistake. It is about to cost you everything.

III. IN BASTARDS OF BLUE, WAGER IN WAR | angst, smut PART ONE | PART TWO (coming soon) = When whispers of the dalliance of bastards reach your ears, your vengeance roars for Winterfell.

(cold feet)

｡˚ ❀↳˗ˏˋ ADDENDUM STORIES ˊˎ˗ ↴🌸

COLD FEET | fluff | you talk your daughter down from her cold feet.

AU! | A DALLIANCE OF DRAGONS | smut, angst | after your husband betrays you, you turn to your uncle for help.

THE CHILDREN (& LEGACY)

FIC TAG MOODBOARDS | [ The Queen Consort & Gaelithox ]

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#˚➶ ｡˚ ➥ elle's masterlists ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚.#jacaerys fanfic #jacaerys smut #jacaerys velaryon fanfiction #jacaerys velaryon fanfic #jacaerys x you #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys strong #₊˚ପ⊹ hightower green 🕷

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itshype · 1 year

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It's a boy, congratulations... to me! (DC x DP)

Alternate title for this Notfic was: Sometimes a Family is a teen and this unrelated child he found. So, here's even less of a fic than usual! Go me! My DC x DP Previous Works: Space Lover Danny, Kingmaker Danny, Service Animal Cujo, Ghost Bruce HC + Ghost Jason HC

Blister Pack AU (not really but I take inspo from that fic) where Connor Kent isn't really Danny's clone but Danny just yoinks him based on how he's being treated and like lies about it really badly. He knew he was capable of killing Superman since he was 14, he doesn't have to try to trick him. (Hey, if Dan didn't kill Superman, where was he in the Dan timeline???)

"Look at this official scientific document saying that Connor is actually my clone and not Superman's."

And he shows them this text thread, uncropped, unscreenshotted.

"Look at the family resemblance!"

Now to be fair to Danny, in the barest bones they could sort of be related in that their colouring is fairly similar - blue eyes, pale, black hair. But if you count the batfamily, Superman, Shazam and Wonder Woman, like half the league fits this mould. And Connor is Clark's spitting image. But the one physical trait that Danny has that no one else does? His thick eyebrows. So they turn around and Connor is wearing these.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #justice league #not fic #mine #batman #tucker foley #the JLA #superboy #connor kent #kon el #teen titans #titans #dani fenton #dani phantom #superman #clark kent

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panda-writes-kpop · 1 month

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we're never getting back together (like ever?) ~ kim lip

a/n: apologies for the bad pun, but I had to. 😌 this fic is in celebration of the birthday of my favorite (fucking) boomer @kingmaker-a - thank you for being such a great friend (and for the photocards and album). 💕 sorry for the excessive boomer jokes, but it must be done 🫡 also we've got another entry in the paladin! roommates au with more lore about the Paladins (and some bullshit I made up).

tw: paladin! reader kinda reads like an OC but hopefully you can ignore it, reader and lippie get wasted, one too many boomer jokes, alcohol, parties, hangovers, katie and mala being professional little shits ™️

summary: Your roommates are little shits, but you have to thank them for (indirectly) getting you and your ex back together. Perhaps this is a funny story that you can tell at your wedding, given that you and Kim Lip are sober enough to remember the day.

♡ Masterlist ♡

Laughter was a common noise in the Paladins' apartment. You all poked fun at each other from time to time (it was mostly Katie and Mala calling the rest of you boomers).

What concerns you this time, as you nurse your nasty hangover, is the two people laughing from a room away.

Katie's bubbly laughter rings out through the hallways and into the kitchen. Her laughter was usually accompanied an accusing finger from stealing her baked goods (Mala was the one who did the crime, but you did the time with an hour long lecture about personal property) or a brutal roast about your age.

Your joints may be getting old, but your ears are doing just fine since you pick up on the second person who's laughing.

It's Mala.

Mala and Katie were little shits on their own. Together, they could set fire to an entire neighborhood or wreck havoc to your social life.

As you nurse your hangover cure of choice, you're hoping that they're laughing over their choice of lighter fluid.

"What a boomer!" Katie says before dissolving into another fit of giggles.

Fuck.

You trudge into the living room, looking like shit from the night before. Whatever the youngest Paladins are up to, it's certainly no good.

"What are you two doing?" You mumble as Katie puts her phone away and blinks innocently at you.

Wolf in sheep's clothing, I swear.

"Nothing! Mala was just showing me some photos from last night."

With a smirk, Mala presents you with their phone.

This can't be good.

The first photo you see is a picture of Katie with her arms wrapped around Dami. She's laughing as Dami's trying to pull her in for a kiss.

Cute.

Scrolling to the left, you see a more formal picture of Mala standing next to Tzuyu. They're holding hands while not making eye contact with one another. You wonder how long they'll dance around their feelings for each other before one of them confesses.

You swipe again and again, seeing various photos of your friends and their friends. In one photo, Sparrow's knocked out on the ground, curled up in between Kazuha and Yunjin. In another, Neon and Siyeon cheers each other with wide smiles on their faces. There's even a group photo of the five of you that will definitely be a wallpaper on your phone or laptop.

You swipe again.

Then you see it.

A picture of you, drunk beyond recognition, holding a beer in one of your hands. There's nothing wrong with this photo, except you're not the only one in it.

Your other arm is wrapped around Kim Lip, who is wearing a stunning white dress. If your friends didn't know any better, they would assume that the two of you were drunken newlyweds.

The problem is, she's not your wife. She's not your girlfriend. You haven't been seen together in months since she's your ex.

Maybe you two had only dated for a few months, but you really liked her. She was a goofy loser, just like you. Your heart aches as you stare at the picture, wondering what could've been.

"Do you think he's seen it?" Katie shout-whispers as Mala sighs.

"Do you think he makes that face normally?"

"Did this get posted?" You softly ask as Mala and Katie immediately shut up. "Did. This. Get. Posted?"

"We didn't post it." Katie bites her lip before looking at you. "You did."

You toss Mala their phone before scrambling to grab yours from your pocket. When you unlock your phone and open Instagram, you notice your post right at the top with you and Kim Lip in the photo.

And it has 3,000 likes. Great.

"Ah, Jinsoul texted me last night and..." Katie trails off before playing with her hair.

"What did she say?"

"Check your messages."

You click on the message bubble in the top right corner as the menu changes in front of you. Once your messages load, you notice that Kim Lip's name is right at the top.

You click on the message without hesitating.

I saw your post.

Do you have time to meet?

I want to talk things through.

You shouldn't be here.

It's 11:35 a.m. - she's five minutes late.

Your friends aren't late as the two youngest Paladins are dressed in the worst disguises you've ever seen - fake mustaches and all.

A few tables away, Mala holds up their phone with scrolling text that reads: you've got this! just keep your calm and relax.

Katie then holds up their phone, and her scrolling message is: don't screw this up you fucking boomer.

There's something to be said about the duality of man between your two friends, but you can't say anything to them as Kim Lip enters the coffee shop.

You wonder if she knows that this is the same coffee shop you had your first date in.

And you're sitting in the same booth where she told you that she didn't have feelings for you anymore.

You still weren't over her, months later.

She's just as beautiful as the day you last saw her.

Katie's right - You're such a fucking simp.

"Hey." She gently tucks a small bit of hair behind her ear before setting her bag on the table. "Mind if I sit?"

"Not at all."

Kim Lip slides into the booth beside you as you fiddles with the coffee up in front of you.

"Want anything to drink?" You offer before pulling your wallet from your pocket.

"No, I'm alright," She smiles for a moment before asking, "how are you feeling after last night?"

Terrible, I'm dealing with a headache in my brain and two headaches twenty feet away from me.

"A bit rough, but it's nothing that a little hangover cure can't fix." You take a sip of your drink before continuing. "But I'm sure that you didn't come here to just ask how I was feeling."

"Right," She shakes her head for a moment, "listen, I'm sorry about everything I said last night. It was completely unfair of me to dump all of my feelings onto you when you didn't ask for it."

You do your best to hide a surprised reaction, choosing to cough and cover your face with your hand instead.

What did she say? How drunk was I last night?

"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" Her eyebrow raises as you sheepishly nod. "Well, shit."

Kim Lip grabs her bag and pulls out her phone. She grabs her phone and quickly navigates to her gallery as you try to recall anything that happened last night.

I remember getting there, talking to a few friends, playing a bit of Truth or Drink... that's about it.

With a soft blush, she hands you her phone. You play the video, hoping that you didn't make an absolute fool of yourself.

You hear Jinsoul, the cameraman, laugh as she approaches the two of you. With tears streaming down her face, Kim Lip shakes your barely conscious form.

"I love you!" She screams into your face. "I miss you so much! I was such an idiot for dumping you. Please, please, please take me back!"

You don't even blink at her confession - how fucked up were you? - as she continuous to blubber in your ear.

The video ends with Jinsoul laughing again - you understand why her and Katie are friends after that debacle.

"So?" Her eyes meet yours as you hand her the phone back.

"Did you mean any of that?" You honestly ask as she pauses.

"I- I did." She bows her head as you take a pause of your own to process what she's said.

"I missed you." You hate how desperate you sound, but it's the truth.

You'd do anything for a second chance, and by the way her eyes lit up at your words, you think she feels the same way.

"I'd like that drink now, if you don't mind." She smiles as you sigh.

"Once I get rid of those two, sure," You vaguely gesture towards Katie and Mala, "I don't need them interfering in my boomer romance."

"They still call you a boomer?"

"They haven't stopped."

She laughs as a lovesick grin appears on your face.

"I don't mind them, really," You say, "They're just-"

"-annoying? overprotective? hilarious?" Kim Lip takes a few guesses as your eyes widen.

"-betting on us?" You say, astonished, as you witness Mala hand Katie a handful of money. "Those little hustlers!"

You go to stand up, but Kim Lip grabs your arm and pulls you back down.

"Careful, boomer, you might pull a muscle." She teases before winking at the two little shits who are laughing in the corner.

"That sounds like a you problem, since you'll be the one taking me home." You smile as she laughs.

"As long as we go home together, I don't mind what happens next." Kim Lip says, and you find yourself agreeing.

Perhaps there's still room for love in a boomer's old, tired heart.

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qserasera · 2 months

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#i feel like lee sookyung would be even MORE mocking and funny when news is that kdj is yjh's right hand man (via @righteousenjoymentofthunder)

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enjoy this crackfic snippet based off the idea of a darker AU where yoo joonghyuk takes the absolute throne, and kim dokja ends up as his consort/right-hand man/advisor (im assuming in this canon-divergence AU that the scenario Catastrophe of Floods happens before the War of Kings to test out each king's strength or something; yjh speed-runs their established relationship development once kdj is back as a result :))

(i'm not going to write any more of this, so if anyone wants to use the above AU premise as a fic idea/ fanart thing, go Wild; would be nice if there was a link to the original post with the AU idea tho )

*using name spellings from my friend's summation, instead of the other variations {{ Now with an AO3 crosspost Here}} title: axis mundi rating: T words: 1,196 pairing: yoo joonghyuk/kim dokja "They're waiting inside," the woman with the sword says, to the masked figure.

The masked figure nods. Hears the tent flap flutter shut behind her, as she strides forward.

She stops and turns her head, assessing the room around her.

A contradiction in character. A polarity to be pondered--but one so balanced, it seemed to converge together to one perfect point.

The tent, though spacious, was a far too humble backdrop to serve as a royal hall.

One side, to her right, is sparse. Nothing more than a single sword rack marks out the space; a clean stroke of calligraphy against white paper.

The side to her left leans towards unruliness, moreso than the right. Papers scrawled in ink and scribbles flock over a long side-table. A tray, empty of any food, leans precariously on one corner.

A janggi board sits askew over one of the papers (a surprisingly old-fashioned choice for planning scenarios, she assumes; could she attribute it to that person's influence?). Next to it, a half-open book, laid upside down.

There are other smaller tables around, below the level of the dais.

Above everything else, the chairs at the center—one throne in particular, with a smaller chair on equal level besides it—loom large with their presence.

As did the Status of their occupants.

The one in white stands first. Rocks once on his heels, before setting his hands inside his jacket pocket.

"Lee Sugyeong," he says. He offers a smile. Perfunctory and polite, crescent-thin. "Mother. Why have you come?"

"Information," Lee Sugyeong says. Removes her mask, the wood of it smooth in her fingertips.

Everyone always said that Kim Dokja had inherited her eyes. Bright, when in good humor or with delight. And in other times, too many times—opaque as one-way mirrored glass, save for glints of light as his thoughts tumbled over each other, sharp and sharper.

"And to see the new Absolute King, of course," Lee Sugyeong says. A nod to the one behind Kim Dokja.

Yu Junghyeok stands to his feet from his throne. Fluid and swift, a shadow in motion. A presence that could not be ignored. Power rolls off of him, palpable as the bright shine of a strong sword.

The new Absolute King. Her son's protagonist; his hero.

And now, if rumors could be believed....She turns her gaze back to her child—the man in the white coat, fingers turning in his pockets. [The Fable, 'Kingmaker of a Thousand Strings' is continuing its storytelling] [The Fable, 'Cherished Consort of the Conquering King' is continuing its storytelling]

"Consort?" Lee Sugyeong raises a brow.

The cool line of her son's brow twitches. "Bihyung said even if it was a typo, it couldn't be changed once recorded in the system."

Lee Sugyeong opens her mouth to ask more, but Kim Dokja cuts her off with a wave of his hand.

"Better to talk if we're seated, I suppose. We don't have coffee. Tea will have to do." There's a hand, curling in over an elbow. The hem of a dark sleeve over white fabric, Kim Dokja's shoulders easing at the touch.

Yu Junghyeok, the Absolute King, speaks for the first time. "Mind the leaves." Kim Dokja's brow wrinkles. His voice turns light, lilting. "Even if I burned them, didn't you just say you would buy more for me, last time, Junghyeok-ah? Is the Conquering King going back on his words?"

The Absolute King tilts his head, but lets Kim Dokja go without further complaint.

He turns back to Lee Sugyeong, tips his chin in a rough motion towards one of the chairs by an empty table.

Lee Sugyeong shakes her head as she sits.

Well. It wasn't like she hadn't been warned about Yu Junghyeok's manners.

The silence that passes has as much warmth as a mountain blizzard.

Yu Junghyeok doesn't seem nearly as interested in finding out any information the King of Wanderers would have as he did in following around Kim Dokja's movements with his gaze.

She resists the urge to lift her hand, and rub away the wrinkle she could sense forming between her brows.

What sort of complications had her son gotten himself into, to invoke such a troublesome devotion from an equally troublesome man?

Kim Dokja returns with a tray, the teapot and small cups.

The Conquering King lifts the tray from Kim Dokja's hands without a word, setting it at a center. His wrist flips over the small cups, as if laying out cards.

The color is a light pale green in the cups. Faint notes of grain in its steam.

Kim Dokja's right hand rests against the table, his index finger tapping a three-note rhythm against the wood. He lifts his eyes to her, expecting her to speak.

So Lee Sugyeong does.

"The loyal hound, following behind the heels of the Conquering King. Was this everything you had wished for once, child?"

"Ah, well—I'm not following him, exactly—" Yu Junghyeok snaps his gaze upwards, his expression dark. Not at Kim Dokja—at Lee Sugyeong.

"Not a hound, nor a follower." He lowers a teacup in front of Kim Dokja, setting his hand down. Close enough to pin down the hem of Kim Dokja's sleeve. "Kim Dokja is my companion."

Kim Dokja nods. Again, a collected composure. Again, his eyes calm, steady as an undisturbed lake.

"You've met him now, Mother. And have seen me, besides. If there is other information you are looking for, you can leave it to us through the usual processes—"

Lee Sugyeong tips her head back, her eyes considering as she watches Kim Dokja, as he lets his words unroll from his tongue with a frightening ease, swifter than the arrows of a master archer.

"I wonder, " she says idly, "Is your bark more terrifying, or his bite?"

"Forgive us if you find our hospitality is lacking." The switch in tone from the Conquering King is also something that prickles of danger. Something he learned from Kim Dokja, in turn, she would guess. "King of wanderers."

Yu Junghyeok is holding out one of the filled teacups with both hands towards Lee Sugyeong. She takes it, resting the bottom of the cup on her palm, her other fingers holding onto the rim.

Then a pause, before a merciless blow from Yu Junghyeok. "Or would sieomeoni be more appropriate?"

At his shoulder, Kim Dokja makes a cut-off sound like a penguin choking on a fishbone, and slams a hand down on the table as he stands.

"Yu Junghyeok!"

"Kim Dokja," the Conquering King parrots back. For someone who has seen all manner of shocking things since the start of the scenarios, this nears the most shocking of them all. The lazy indulgence in the Conquering King's eyes. One of his hands tugs at the ends of a white jacket's belt at Kim Dokja's waist, wrapping the end of it loosely around his wrist.

"Sit," he says, in a voice that allows no argument. "You should at least finish your tea."

If she had a jot less of self-control, she might very well have dropped her cup.

One of Lee Sugyeong's masked guards a short distance away, puts her hand under her chin, and says quietly, but not quietly enough for Lee Sugyeong to miss hearing: "Sieomeoni? Or would Queen Dowager be more appropriate? Wait, no, what would be the right term...?" Notes *Sieomeoni - 시어머니 (mother-in-law) *Another video on family terms

#joongdok #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #yoo joonghyuk #kim dokja #orv fanfic #absolute throne AU #words words words #uhhhh...crackfic #have fun reading this SKDJFSLKJDF

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phanfictioncatalogue · 3 months

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Or how Phil changed his life by talking to random strangers on the internet.

We balance each other out on the seesaw of life (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Phil had dragged Dan to Isle of Man after his return home from tour. The sea air would do him good (even if it gave him hobbit hair) and he could be surrounded by Phil's family (who were his family too). He hadn’t actively planned to drag him onto a seesaw on a playground but it turned out to be a precious moment all the same.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phan #phanfic #phanfiction #dan and phil #masterlists #2023fics #2023fics masterlist

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michelleelizabethtanner · 9 months

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Hey! Was just curious, what are your favorite Brio five? I need recs😭

Hi Anon! Sorry to leave you on read for a bit. Things got busy.

My favorite fics are probably older fics so idk how helpful I’ll be to you since I’m playing cathchup. I haven’t had a ton of time to read lately. Although, I have been slowly making my way through A Special Kind of Business. I haven’t read a lot of AUs so I’m trying to expand my knowledge of them. This is such a good one! It’s so funny and so in character, despite being a high school AU. The writing is so clever and easy to lose yourself in. I’m enjoying it a lot.

There’s of course A Rational Choice which everyone has already read. It’s the most iconic fic and at this point its incomplete infamy has me in absolute knots.

Both Sides of the Law always always always has my heart. The characterization is so on point and I easily got lost in the storytelling of it all. I sent it to my mom who’s never seen Good Girls, and she liked it too!

Kingmaker is a series I absolutely could NOT put down. I dreamt about it. I daydreamed about it during work. Every single piece of this work is so deeply emotional. The series doesn’t focus on Brio. It’s about Rio. Beth lives in this universe too, but she isn’t central to it. This is a really honest and gritty characterization of Rio as a man. What it takes for Rio to become Rio. What he gives up. The emotional damage that does to him and those around him. How he builds his code of ethics and how he rationalizes his choices to be able to live with himself. I was so engrossed. The author's voice is very believable and emotionally intelligent. It isn’t a finished series but I am anxiously waiting for any and all updates.

Only You Show Me What Warmth Is was my introduction into Brio fic. It’s what made me fall in love with fics in this fandom. The atmosphere in these is really gentle. The works are both loving and smutty. Rio is very soft. It’s domestic. Definitely a comfort series for me.

I couldn’t settle on which work by Linzackles to pick because I can’t choose just one. Everything is just so good. I’ll say Do Not Collect $200 because it’s long and I really loved reading it. She just has this way of characterizing Brio so accurately, in so many different settings and situations. And always emotional and engrossing.

What are your favorites? And why is no one doing podcasts for these fics? Because I would really love having something to listen to while I drive or work. We should really get on that.

#fic recs #good girls nbc #good girls fics #asks #brio

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sanccharine · 1 year

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TEASER — mishaps gone right | ty

hogwarts au

pairing: hufflepuff!tzuyu x slytherin!reader genre: fluff, slice of life word count: 0.5k for teaser

warnings: none in the teaser; warnings will be mentioned per chapter and on the masterlist when the series starts

summary: whether on the field or during class, you never shied away from trouble. and in your sixth year, trouble seemed to follow you like a shadow, though you couldn't complain. especially when that series of misfortunes led you to the transfiguration prodigy, chou tzuyu. includes: when series starts—red velvet’s yeri, viviz’s sinb, ateez, dreamcatcher’s gahyeon; idols from 98 line and forward

status: ongoing a/n: inspired by @foolish-sparrow and with encouragement from @kingmaker-a this fic is finally leaving the google docs dungeon. i haven't finished the fic/series and is currently an unedited 30k+ mess :D

masterlist

The Hogwarts Express' deafening whistle greeted you when you stepped onto the platform. Young children—witches—too young to attend Hogwarts dashed past, laughing. Huffing behind them, their parents pushed trolleys with luggage threatening to fall. The commotion was expected. Missing the train was one of your deepest fears and you were pushing it being as late as you were.

In hopes of finding an empty coach, you rushed towards the end of the platform. The first few coaches would be packed with the early birds. Here and there, you could recognise your friends and classmates. The flash of green robes, a glimpse of the newest Nimbus, and a familiar head of bleached blonde hair in the crowd. The thought of seeing your friends made you smile.

Until someone crashed into your back, pushing you straight into your trolley.

“Move along, L/N!” You could single out your best friend’s scream from a raucous crowd, it was as lithe as its owner.

It had been a while since you heard Yeri.

Before you could take your revenge, the young woman was already ahead and left you sputtering in her dust. Yeri shoved her trolley through people and forced them to jump away as she flashed her blinding smile over her shoulder. Shaking your head at her antics, you decided to follow her. When you stopped by Yeri’s trolley, she had already headed into the train, probably trying to find an empty seat. As you pulled up your largest suitcase onto the train, Yeri appeared in front of you.

“I found one, just three down,” she said before jumping down to the platform to get her things. “Go quickly!”

You made your way down the train with your suitcase and shoulder bag. On occasion, you pressed yourself to the wall to let other students pass. Having found the empty coach, you opened the door and haphazardly threw your bag to the cabin above. Mustering all your strength, you lifted your luggage and tipped it in as well. But, it seemed to be too big to fit.

To get a better view of the cabin, you climbed up on the seat with a groan. Impatient as you were, you miscalculated the effect of dragging your shoulder bag out. A terrible decision on your part.

It happened in a matter of seconds.

The corner of your suitcase in front of your eye.

Your feet slipped away from the seat.

Your left hand yanked back by force.

Your shoulder bag spilt your stationery.

You bumped back into someone.

And finally, your suitcase toppled over.

Instinct finally kicking in, you turned on your back and raised a hand over your head. You waited for the deafening thud but it never came. After taking a second to get your bearings, you glanced over your shoulder.

Your suitcase levitated an inch above the ground. A deep sigh escaped from your saviour as your suitcase finally landed on the floor. When you turned, you found a pair of glassy brown eyes staring back at you with concern.

Non-verbal spellcasting. Quick thinking. The colour yellow in your peripheral.

Chou Tzuyu.

tagging: @someone-who-likes-broccoli

#mishaps gone right #mala's collection #sanccharine #tzuyu x reader #twice x reader #tzuyu fluff #jype twice #twice imagines #tzuyu imagines

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babygirlbdubs · 2 years

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all i ask of you

it is the morning after the masquerade, and the king finally has a loyalty test for bdubs.

a resistance au fic words: 1663 pairing: rendubs, ethubs (implied/discussed etho isn’t in this one) ao3 link: (x)

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Soft morning light cascaded onto red and gold satin sheets, a placid breeze keeping it cool outside the heavy warmth of the covers. Bdubs hummed a gentle whine as a chill brushed over his bare shoulder peeking from beneath the comforter. Shifting, he moved closer to the figure beside him, chasing the warmth seeping from him as he quietly snored.

Most mornings waking with the king were like this— Ren still dozing contentedly while his crown jewel lay beside him in silent admiration. Carefully, as if too rough a touch would shatter him, Bdubs reached a hand up to brush strands of Ren's wild mane out of his face. The kingmaker took a slow, deep breath of the fresh mountain air before propping himself up on one arm.

"My highness..." he whispered against one of Ren's ears. "It's time to wake up." A sweet kiss— planted on the king's cheekbone— was the choice of waking method. And then another, and another, slowly working toward his mouth.

Ren hummed as he took a slow breath in, eyes fluttering open to see his lover. "Mmm...good morning, my treasure."

Those words caused a thrill to course through Bdubs' veins, and he pressed a kiss to the king's lips— a thing quickly reciprocated. For a few moments they laid like that. Close. Contented. Relishing in the tranquil dawn, before Ren finally pulled back, gorgeous emerald eyes searching Bdubs' face.

"We can't stay like this all day, Bdubs." The words played with a smile on his lips.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Bdubs gave another quick kiss. "Important duties to attend to!" And with that, the architect was clambering from beneath the sheets, planting his bare feet on the cold deepslate floors.

"Yes..." Even the single word sounded thoughtful. Almost...despondent.

"My liege...?" came the question in response.

Ren let out a pensive sigh as he sat up, the covers falling from his bare chest and bunching up in his lap. "I'm afraid I may have to ask something difficult of you today."

"Oh, well, my highness, you know me. There is no mountain to high, no river too wide—"

"No Crastle too big?" The playful smile on Ren's face didn't reach his eyes as Bdubs turned to look at him.

"Exactly," he stated, as easily as one might breathe.

The pair's eyes lingered on one another for a minute more before the kingmaker finally broke away with an endeared huff and a shake of his head.

"Go on and get ready for the day, Bdubs. We'll speak after."

"Yes, my king."

...

Draped in moss and decorated with jewels— Cleo had been right, these did suit him— the kingmaker sauntered back to the king's chambers. Carefully his knuckles rapped on the door, which was quickly greeted with a warm, "Come in."

Bdubs slipped through the door, shutting it softly behind him in favor of their privacy. No one else would be in the empty Crastle hallways, but there's security in a closed door.

"Bdubs...my treasure..." Ren's voice sounded regretful as he held out a hand to summon the architect closer. "Come here."

"Of course."

The sunrise outside the windows casted a comfortable light over the pair as Bdubs crossed the room to take the king's hand. Ren's gaze flicked down to where their hands intertwined, and he ran a thumb lightly over Bdubs' knuckles.

"Ren..." Concern laced Bdubs' expression as his brows furrowed and he looked up at the king's face. "My lo— my liege, is everything okay?"

If Ren caught the slip, he made no note of it. Instead, he brought his emerald eyes back to Bdubs' face. "I'm afraid I must ask the impossible of you today. It brings me no great pleasure to do so, but I—"

"Whatever it is, I'll do it."

The words came tumbling out of Bdubs' mouth before he could hold them back, the pain of seeing his king like this far too much for him to bear.

"I know," Ren whispered. "I know..."

"Ren, what is it?"

A deep intake of breath was all the king had to prepare himself before hissing the words out in a quick string, as though he would falter halfway through otherwise.

"I'm putting a bounty out for Etho."

Bdubs stared for a few moments, then blinked rapidly as though trying to process what exactly the king had just decreed.

"You're— on— for Etho? Why?"

The king's gaze flicked down to Bdubs' neck, where a reckless marking had been possessively covered the night before— where teeth had raked over tender flesh to reclaim Bdubs as his own. Bdubs lifted a hand to brush his fingers over the spot, looking down at where his other hand remained in Ren's.

"Oh...I see."

He'd known how the king felt for long enough now to realize what this truly was. But, Ren had to know Bdubs too, right? Had to know that of all the people Bdubs loves, Etho was... But Etho had been gone, and Bdubs had tied himself to the king. The king, who viewed him as his crown jewel...his treasure... Was it really surprising that he'd be so possessive?

"It's just— It's just Scar getting one of his heads and— and then... Right?" Seeking, Bdubs' eyes flitted back to Ren's, but what he sought was not there and all he was met with was sympathy.

"No. I don't want to kill him. I want him here alive."

Bdubs wasn't sure he liked those implications any better.

"So why— Why are you telling me this? If you wanted to put out the decree you'd just do it and let the minions do your work."

A slightly pained sound came from the king as his grip on Bdubs' hand tightened. "Well, you know Etho as well as I do— better, actually. He's going to be a hard one to catch. Scar— I love the guy, but he's not equipped to handle bringing him back alive. The Soup Group certainly won't turn him in, and I doubt they'd let Grian do it either."

Fear settled like a pit in Bdubs' chest.

"What are you saying?" His voice trembled with each word, eyes still searching desperately for some kind of sign that he wasn't serious. That the king wasn't about to ask this of him.

"Bdubs, he trusts you."

"No."

"I know, I—"

"No, no, Ren, please."

Bdubs shook his head back and forth frantically, bringing up his free hand to place it on Ren's chest. A silent plea to pair with his desperate words.

"Bdubs." Ren's hand reached up and around to gently cup the back of Bdubs' neck, stilling him so he would look at him. "Listen, I know this is a lot to ask of you. Just. Hear me out, okay?"

The architect wanted to refuse, to shove the king away and slip to his own room— fly down to the monolith— anything to show that he wouldn't betray Etho. But Ren's eyes weren't full of malice or anger. Merely a deep, obsessive love, draped in empathy. It soothed Bdubs so only his lip trembled.

"Okay," he managed to choke out, nodding once for the king to continue.

"Okay." Ren's thumb brushed the back of Bdubs' head, tracing the nape of his neck for a moment before he continued. "I won't ask you to lie to him, or fight him, or anything like that."

"So what are you asking me to do?" the architect whispered.

"He visits you for your secret little meetings," the king stated, grip tightening for just a breath. "If you could have him meet you here and then—"

"No! No. I can't do that, Ren you can't ask that of me, I—" He cut himself off, not wanting to reveal to the king that he'd promised Etho safety that wasn't his to promise. "Please, something else, anything else. There has to be another way."

Slowly, Ren sighed. It was not exasperated, merely a steadying force for the both of them. "I don't know. You tell me. Would he come here any other way?"

The question made Bdubs' blood run cold, the answer clear to both of them.

"...No."

"Then I'm sorry, but it's the only way."

Bdubs' hand was finally released so both of the king's hands could cup his jaw, drawing the kingmaker's attention to his face again. With pain, Bdubs met his eyes.

"Any other way, Bdubs, and Etho gets hurt. He'll fight back, or try to resist...I'm trying my best to keep him safe."

It made Bdubs' heart twist at the implications. Ren was only doing this for him. If Bdubs didn't care, then Etho would be dragged in without consideration. Despite the king's possessive fury at Etho's brazen actions, he was holding himself back...because Bdubs cared.

Bdubs opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, words lost to the splitting pain in his chest.

"Listen," the king spoke before Bdubs could manage to summon anything. "I know this is hard, I know what I'm asking. So, I'm going to let you think about it, okay?" Bdubs nodded in Ren's hands. "I promise you, if you decide not to do it, then I'll respect that. You'll have no part in it."

Kindly, sweetly— the way only Bdubs knows him— the king bowed his head to press a kiss to Bdubs' lips. It hurt, the way Bdubs couldn't help but melt into his comfort in spite of the weight he'd placed upon him. For a few moments they stayed there, Ren's heart beating against Bdubs' palm...steady...decisive.

It was Ren who pulled back first, stepping back to return Bdubs' space to him.

"Think about it."

With a pitied smile, the king walked to the door and left, heading for the throne room to presumably start his day.

Bdubs was left standing in an empty chamber, the weight of the world suddenly on his shoulders, and the most painful test of loyalty to complete.

#spooky.writing #resistance au #rendubs #fic #hermitshipping #OH BOY OH BOY HAHA THIS IS... THIS IS FLUFF #RIGHT?? RIGHT???#hah...........#blametuna #hc resistance au

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sophsicle · 1 year

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Okay wait but all these royalty AUs you’ve got going on are making me need a royalty fic asap!! Like can we just imagine Kingmaker Regulus being all sly and cunning and handling treacherous courtiers and doing all the dirty work to keep Golden Prince James untainted and safe??? Look what you’ve started!!

OKAY no wait, because I have thought of this do you know The Cruel Prince / Folk of the Air series? because I have thought of doing a Jegulus Folk of the Air au where Regulus is Jude and James is Cardan cause honestly I'm obsessed with that series, it is one of my favourites and I love the idea of like that dynamic with James and Regulus Jude is all strategic and sneaky and backstabby and Cardan is a party boy who is secretly very soft and very in love with her and she basically blackmails him into being her puppet and taking over the kingdom but like he's into it ;)

#I really need to reread those books #they are excellent #soph rambles

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oh-snapperss · 1 year

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hey hi! i loved your work on cysm (have reread it twice and cried a lot) but i was wondering if you had any tips on writing etho and bdubs individually and how they interact with each other? working on my first project for them that's set in an alternate universe and i really want to get it right! thanks a lot hope you have a good day

hi anon!! thank you so much, i'm really glad that you liked cysm that much omg

hmmm ok i have a lot of thoughts so i'm gonna do my best to make this as comprehensible as possible:D

I'll start with Etho. One of the first things I noticed while writing CYSM and learning how to write Etho was his voice and his speech patterns, and how to transfer that onto a page since I didn't want to just be like "He spoke with a Canadian accent," and leave it at that when in my fic, Canada isn't really even a thing.

He has the signature "oh, snappers!" (hehe), he'll say "buh-bye!" and when he's exasperated or about to laugh or smile you can tell based on his tone. And he's got the "no-ho-ho-ho" he does when something goes wrong and his voice goes up a few octaves.

Depending on what content you're basing Etho off of, his personality also changes. If you're basing your writing off of his early days (so, Mindcrack and that era), I noticed that he's a lot quieter in general. If you're writing based on Hermitcraft, he's a lot more open.

A lot of people write Etho as cool and mysterious and slightly terrifying, and I think he can be depending on the au (e.g. @bananasofthorns' god au, where he's part of the void, you can read that au here and I adore those fics) but... a lot of the time Etho is just a guy doing a thing. He's ridiculously smart and entirely a wet rag.

In short, he's quieter, he's making fun of you without you realizing, he's got no idea what he's doing, and he's a genius.

And now I'll shut up about Etho and move on to Bdubs.

he's just a little guy! little skrunkly moss man!

Once again, depending on what era of content you're basing on, his personality would be slightly different. For the purposes of this, I'm gonna assume we're talking hermitcraft/traffic series and go from there.

god. where do I even start. Bdubs has a habit of giving his loyalty and love to anyone who will have him. We've seen him do it time and time again-with Scar in season seven, Cleo in third life, Ren in the current season as kingmaker, even Sausage now in Empires--Bdubs has this want to be wanted and given attention, and he'll swear himself to someone if that's what they can give him.

And he always goes back to Etho. At the end of it all, it's Etho Bdubs returns to.

He's loud, he cracks jokes, and I think he has a tendency to live in denial, especially when the end is near and everyone knows it. In canon, an example of this would be when it's the end of season eight and everyone else has left, but Bdubs is ignoring the giant rock hurtling towards him and filling the sky in favor of "claiming" all of the server as his own. In last life when he turns red the final time, he doesn't really accept he's red (ex. of this in my fics would be the moment in cysm when even Etho's accepted his fate, and Bdubs goes back into denial).

Bdubs will be incredibly kind while telling someone their build sucks. He's up front about things and a terrible liar.

The two together? oh god okay here we go. i'm going to have to put this post under a read more i think. whoops.

They can't take things seriously. It's rare they manage to have an entire conversation without skirting around anything deep and I think they leave a lot unsaid. It's easier to speak in actions then define it in words, and I think they've been doing that a long time.

Bdubs is the louder one, but Etho will drive him insane (it's his love language I think). They love each other but they'll never say so to each other, not really.

I think the best example of showing that I have isn't in cysm, but in I love you, I made you tea. They always leave SO much unsaid and it drives me INSANE.

Bdubs will brag and put on a bigger front than he actually has. Etho will go along with it, and tease him relentlessly.

Anything to keep the heavy topics at bay.

and now! moving on to love languages!

i think my sibling @oceans-swim worded it really well earlier so i'm gonna just say what they did SLDJKFSKLFJ

etho tends to show love to bdubs through acts of service, and bdubs shows love to etho with physical touch and words of affirmation?

another way i like to write them and affection--bdubs' love language is like. he loves attention and etho will give that to him, while etho is more reserved and bdubs will just love him anyways.

in a way i think sometimes that can actually maybe cause a problem because i think they both show love the same way they'd like to receive it but... that's just not what tends to happen? it really does go back to the lack of serious, non-joking communication. it's not an issue until you as a writer make it one LMAOOO

and uh. that's about all i got! maybe. hopefully. i really don't ever shut up about them. i hope that helps you! best of luck with your au!

#etho #bdubs #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #ethubs #hermitshipping #laurie thoughts #thanks to tuna and ghost for also giving thoughts on this:D

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doctorstethoscope · 2 years

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Yes, Mr. President || Epilogue

art by @multiverse-mxdness

I can't believe this is it!!! I will save the mushy stuff for the end :')

story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.

Read previous chapters of this fic here!

contains: food and alcohol consumption, additional cw in tags to prevent spoilers

wordcount: 1.4k

Five years later….

“Who would have thought, huh? Rossi really is a kingmaker,” Penelope remarks over her dessert cocktail as you sit across from her at dinner.

“Reid always had the potential to be a good candidate,” you say. “He’s smart, he’s compassionate. He just needed polish. Between you and Rossi, I’m not surprised at all,” you say.

It was the night before President-Elect Spencer Reid’s inauguration. You and Aaron had naturally driven up to DC from Vermont for the occasion, and couldn’t help but meet up with old friends while in town.

“That’s right, my baby made a man the President,” Derek beams, leaning in to kiss Penelope’s cheek. She blushes, and you all laugh. After Aaron had left the White House, you had set her up with a job at the firm— they needed the extra set of hands with you on a consult-only capacity. She and Derek had been inseparable ever since. It was love at first sight— you like to think you knew a thing or two about that.

“You’ve been busy, too, Derek,” you point out. “How is my first baby? You hardly ever call about her,” you pout facetiously.

“You have babies of your own to take care of. Real ones,” he points out.

“You’re retired!” JJ exclaims.

“I’m semi-retired, and still happy to consult on anything that comes across your desk,” you tell them. “Besides, my babies are far from babies anymore. Jack will start high school in the fall and Joshua is nearly three,” you remind them.

Aaron squeezes your thigh protectively from under the table, and you let your head loll sideways onto his shoulder.

“How is Jack?” JJ asks. “Is he coming tomorrow?”

“No, he stayed back with Haley,” Aaron answers. “They’re going to take a trip and see some of her family. It’s been a while since Jack saw his cousins.”

“He’s getting to that age where he doesn’t even want to be driven to the mall by his parents, let alone sit through a global political ceremony with us,” you laugh. “It’s bittersweet, watching him grow up. But it does mean that you can call me with work questions!” You pivot.

“You trained us well,” Emily says. “We try not to call unless we really need you, but if you’re itching to get back in the game, I’ve got a couple of consults sitting on my desk right now that I wouldn’t mind your eyes on.”

“After this trip!” Aaron jumps in before the offer can go further. “Don’t even think about bringing her to the office right now. I may never get her back,” he teases, and the table all laughs.

“Don’t be silly,” you tell him. “I could never go back to city air. God, has it always smelled here?”

“Like desperation and smokescreens? Yeah, cupcake, it has,” Derek quips in turn.

“You all need to take a break,” Aaron counsels. “We haven’t had any of you at the farm since the wedding, and that was nearly two years ago, now.”

“Rossi and I have a pretty good excuse!” Penelope defends. “And, really, we got us all back together,” she says with a smug grin.

“Speaking of getting the gang back together—” JJ cuts in. “Will and I are engaged! We’ll send out Save the Dates, of course, but the wedding will be next summer,” she announces. “I was hoping the three of you would all be my bridesmaids?” She asks, looking at you, Emily and Penelope.

“Of course!” You answer for the group.

“Naturally! Tell me everything. And tell Will to drop hints with this one,” Penelope teases, gesturing towards Derek.

JJ shares the details as your waiter passes around another round of cocktails and you wrap both of your arms around one of Aaron’s, nestling into him further. He turns his head, presses a kiss to the crown of your head. “How are you feeling?” He asks, and you feel his lips brushing against you more than you really hear him over the crowded restaurant. “It was a long day, and a longer one is coming tomorrow,” he warns you.

“M’okay,” you tell him. “I’m not ready for tonight to be over yet.”

“We can visit more often, you know,” he reminds you.

You shake your head a little. “It’s not quite the same. We live in the best version of this universe, and part of that is how rare and special nights like this are,” you explain. “I can probably stay awake for another twenty minutes.”

Eighteen minutes later, Aaron clears his throat, and you smile. “Well, we should all get going,” Aaron says. “Big day tomorrow, but we’ll see you all at one of the balls, I’m sure.”

++++++++

“I’m still not sure if this cold is good for the baby,” Aaron says, smoothing a protective hand over your stomach as he bundles you up in a coat, hat, and scarf before you both head out to the motorcade that will be bringing you to the Capitol steps for the Inaugural Ceremonies. A Secret Service agent that you haven’t met before opens the car door, and Aaron takes your hand, helping you into the secure vehicle and making sure you’re buckled. You’re not showing at all, only ten weeks along, but the absence of a visual doesn’t mean he feels the need to worry any less.

“It will remain a perfectly toasty 98.6 degrees where the baby is,” you remind him as you pull on your gloves. “Besides, it’s no colder here than it is in Vermont.”

“Sure, and in Vermont, when we hold 90 minute ceremonies in the middle of January, we hold them inside,” he grumbles, and you take his hand in your own, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Whether it’s a national security briefing or a protective streak a mile wide, you’ve learned over the years that you can’t stop Aaron from worrying.

You look out the window as you drive through the city, taking in the beauty of the monuments that you used to pass without a second glance.Things are so different, but they’re also so, so good.

“I’ve been thinking about something you said last night,” Aaron says, squeezing your hand.

“What’s that?” You ask.

“‘We live in the best version of this universe,’” he explains. “What did you mean by that?”

“I just mean there are a million different times our story could have changed,” you tell him. “I could have left the White House after your first State of the Union and never spoken to you again. Hell, you could have lost that first election, and maybe we never would have stopped. You could have divorced Haley and then resented me for the rest of your life—”

“I wouldn’t—” he starts, but you put out a hand and stop him in his tracks— he doesn’t need to defend himself for loving her anymore— you’re both past that, now.

“Or you could have won, and I could have left, and we could have run away together the first time you offered it to me after Reverend Drake died, and then you never would have brokered the East Sudanese peace deal. The version that played out for us is the best one that exists, including its sacrifices,” you insist. “That’s what I meant. And it’s why I pick you and Vermont every time.”

“I love you,” Aaron says, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

The motorcade slows to a stop and the two of you climb out of the car, lining up with the other dignitaries.

“Are you sure you’re not too cold?” He asks as you take your seats.

“We’re going to be fine, Aaron,” you assure him.

“So, what do you think about all of this?” He asks. It’s your first inauguration “on the other side—” the two of you had gone public shortly after Aaron’s term had ended.

“It’s nice,” you tell him as the two of you take your seats. “It’s not quite touching the Constitution, but it’s nice.”

He smiles at the memory. “People are saying this Reid kid might be the greatest President this nation has ever seen,” he whispers to you, and you smile, shaking your head goodnaturedly.

“I don’t think so. But I’m biased.”

tagging: @arsonhotchner @shyhotch @call-me-mrsreid @dadbodhotch11 @the-modernmary @angelfxllcm @rousethemouse @skyler666 @mintphoenix @gspenc @ashhotchner @wheelsupkels @infinite-tides

wowwwwwww I honestly can't believe this fic is over what a fucking mammoth. Just wanna send a huge thank you to everyone who loved this fic as much as I did, especially those of you who have been here since day 1 and stuck with it during Hotch's asshole era. This fic was honestly very difficult to write some days (weeks, months) and I couldn't have found the will to finish it without y'all.

That said, I will be taking a break from writing formally. I've posted two updates (whether they be chapters or one shots) a week for over a year, and as I wrapped up YMP I found myself really not enjoying content creation anymore because of the pressure to create and lack of engagement. I want to be clear that I'm not done writing! Just that, at least for a little while, I won't be on a regular posting schedule and my requests will remain closed. That said, my askbox is always open to come talk Hotch!! Pls don't be a stranger just because I'm not writing.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. Hope you are as satisfied with their ending as I am. Love u, talk soon.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x reader fic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #hotch #hotch fic #hotch x reader #hotch x reader fic #hotch x you #hotch x y/n #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #scandal #scandal au #tw: pregnancy

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Any fic recs where Draco helps Hermione navigate pureblood society post-war in terms of getting the purebloods to donate/support her causes?

I Choose You by melanoradrood - E, 5 chapters - At the end of Fifth Year, Hermione finds out why It is that none have approached her with a Marital Contract, the only way she can remain in the Wizarding World after Graduation. It has already been signed by her Magical Guardian, someone she has never met - she is to be the next Lady Malfoy. A year and a half later, she is a married witch, but still, Draco Malfoy, who had chosen her above all others, had not spoken of it. In fact, they barely spoke at all. And when trouble heads their way, Hermione means to change that. Really, she means to change a lot of things.

Lady of the Lake By: Colubrina - M, 50 chapters, Words: 183,705 - Hermione and Draco team up after the war to overthrow the Order and take over wizarding Britain. They have plans and they'll get power, but the cost of victory may be higher than they expected and more than they can bear. Dark Dramione. COMPLETE

a falling star (fell from your heart & landed in my eyes) - kingmaker - T, WIP - Family. Duty. Honour. Those had been the guiding credos of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black for generations. Hermione hadn’t understood how true they rang until she got entangled in Draco Malfoy’s web. “The words Toujours Pur hadn’t always been about blood-purity, but purity of magic, of spirit, of self.” [REDACTED] AU.

Shadows of Ourselves By: InkFairy - T, 32 chapter - Draco Malfoy has played both sides of the war for years, but when Voldemort gives him an ultimatum—bring him Hermione Granger or die—she surprisingly agrees to be handed over to the Dark Lord. Together, they take pureblood society by storm as Master and Madam Malfoy, all while trying to help the Order find and destroy the last Horcruxes and defeat Voldemort forever.

-Lisa

#anonymous #pureblood traditions #ministry and politics

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A Lesson In Rom-Antics ~ Yoohyeon (Paladin! AU)

A/N: Wrote this for @kingmaker-a since I was doing my friend duties, and I loved the fic so much that I wanted to share it with all of you!

TW: Paladin! Reader, cursing, lots of teasing/joking between friends :)

♡ Masterlist ♡

Summary: Your day at the mall with your friends goes well until they run into their crushes right before you run into yours. Luckily, you've got the best/worst wingwoman to help you out with capturing Yoohyeon's heart.

You loved that kid, you really did.

But right now? She was about seven seconds away from being glared into oblivion.

You thought she was adorable, you engaged in her antics, and you let her bully you.

God, you did love her, but she was so damn oblivious to the situation.

"Hey, what's your plan for checking out the mall?" Katie asks everyone as they enter the mall.

"Well, I was just gonna-"

Mala's interrupted by Sparrow's squealing before shoving Neon to the ground.

"Siyeon's right there, and I'm gonna get to her before you do!" Sparrow sticks her tongue out at Neon before running to catch Siyeon.

"Damn you." Neon grumbles before getting off the floor and chasing after Sparrow.

"They run fast for boomers." Katie says before laughing. "Isn't that right, Mala?"

Katie looks around, confused, until you point in the opposite direction.

"Oh?" Katie turns to see Mala talking with Tzuyu in the distance. "Oh."

"Guess it's you and me, huh?" You teasingly rub her head as she scoffs before laughing.

Katie was tall, but you still had a few inches on her. You had hoped she wouldn't grow taller because you'd never hear the end of it, and as luck would have it, she still was shorter than you.

"Since everyone else has decided to major in Rizzics, I guess it is just us," Katie pauses for a beat before asking, "wait, do you even know what rizz means?"

"Of course I know what rizz means-"

Katie has that shit-eating smile on her face, which causes you to sigh. You know that you can't argue with her, otherwise your ego will be blown to smithereens.

"-Are you sure ya do, boomer? Ink scrolls aren't that up to date."

Okay, that one wasn't too bad, you reasoned.

"Jokes on you," You say before letting a smirk settle on your face, "I read it on a stone tablet."

"So you are old!"

"Did I ever say I wasn't?"

"Oh, look, it's Yoohyeon!" Katie waves in the distance as you roll your eyes.

"Good prank, Katie."

"I'm not joking!!" She whines before slightly pouting. "She's literally walking towards us right now."

"No she's not-" You stop talking when you see that Katie isn't pulling your leg for once. "Oh fuck."

"Are you nervous~?" Katie teases as you feel your face get hot.

"Don't even go there. Do I need to find the list of crushes that you have?"

"Fuck you," She shoves you away before laughing, " but fine, you got me, I'll be on my best behavior."

She innocently raises her hands in the air while batting her eyelids, and you roll your eyes at her actions.

"You're a child."

"I know, it's my charm!" She winks at you before putting her arms down. "Hey Yoohyeon!"

"Katie!"

You watch and smile as the two girls quickly embrace. Katie lets go of Yoohyeon first before taking her hand and dragging her over to you.

"Wah!" She cries out before smiling. "Don't do that next time, you scared me!"

"You're overexaggerating." Katie matter-of-factly says before letting go of Yoohyeon right in front of you.

You nervously cough as Yoohyeon scans you up and down.

"It's good to see you."

"Yeah, it really is." She wistfully says as you two awkwardly stare at each other.

"Awkward..." Katie mumbles as you shoot her a 'don't-say-a-word' look. "Anyways, Yooh, you should join us!"

"No, Katie," You say before apologetically looking at Yoohyeon, "she probably has more important things to do."

"Actually, I was going to hang out with Siyeon, but she seems a little... preoccupied as of now." Yoohyeon giggles along with Katie at the thought of Neon and Sparrow's shenanigans.

"Then you can totally come with us!" Katie slightly pulls on Yoohyeon's arm before sending you a cute pleading look. "Please?"

"Katie, I-"

You pause and try to hide your embarrassment as you see Yoohyeon mirroring Katie's antics.

My god, that woman's going to give me a heart attack.

"-was going to say that Yoohyeon is more than welcome to join us, if she wants to."

Yoohyeon has a cheesy smile on her face as Katie lets go of Yoohyeon and hugs you instead.

"Don't do anything dumb." You whisper before giving her a hug back.

"I'm not going to do anything dumb, it's not in my nature! Mischievous, yes, but dumb? What do you take me for, an idiot?"

"Well..."

"HEY!" Katie hollers before shoving you away. "Don't make me call stranger danger on you, boomer."

Yoohyeon bursts out laughing as your face gets hotter.

"Boomer?" She says in-between fits of laughter. "My goodness, you don't spare anyone, do you?"

Katie defiantly nods her head as Yoohyeon continues to laugh.

"That's good to know. I can stay on my toes, then. Wouldn't want to be called a boomer, huh?" Yoohyeon jokingly nudges you with her elbow as you chuckle.

"Katie's something, alright."

"Hey, why don't you tell her who your favorite artist during the Renaissance period is since you got to witness it first-hand?" Katie says as you hiss in response.

And there's the one for today.

"First of all, fuck you," You say before letting yourself smile, "Second of all, that's as funny as shit."

The three of you laugh before Katie's eyes widen.

"Oh my goodness, is that-"

"-Shin Yuna." You finish her statement as a smirk lands on your face.

Oh, this is gonna be good.

"Who's Shin Yuna?" Yoohyeon quietly asks before leaning towards you.

"One of Katie's crushes."

"Oooh~" Yoohyeon teases before poking Katie's shoulder. "You grow up too fast for me, you know?"

"I'm not a kid!" Katie huffs before quickly fixing her hair. "Do I look alright?"

"Of course you do." Yoohyeon compliments as a smile breaks out on the younger girl's face.

"Good because I'm about to get rejected." Katie jokingly says before nervously sighing and starting to walk away.

"Go get 'em, tiger!" Yoohyeon cheers as you snort.

"She likes pandas."

"Go get 'em, panda!"

Katie shoots the two of you a thumbs up before finally facing Yuna. You watch Yoohyeon, who watches the two girls with loving eyes.

"Isn't young love something?"

"Are we really that old?" You mutter as she shakes her head.

"No, that's not what I meant. I mean, look at them-"

She stops talking as you watch Katie play with a string on her shirt as she talks to Yuna. Yuna smiles and laughs for a moment before playing with a strand of her hair.

"They go to the same school," You explain to Yoohyeon, "and they have a couple classes together. If Katie's late-night rambles are anything to go by, I think she's got a chance."

"A chance? C'mon, you have to be nicer than that." Yoohyeon says, and you begrudgingly agree.

"I guess I can be."

Yoohyeon gasps before grabbing your hand, and you bite your lip before shuffling a little bit closer to Yoohyeon.

"Look at them!" She points at the girls in front of her.

You see Yuna pull out her phone, and Katie takes hers out as well. They continue to talk as they exchange numbers, and then you see Katie offer her arm to Yuna. Yuna brightly smiles before accepting, and you hear the two girls laugh as they approach you.

"Hey, I'm gonna spend the day with Yuna! I'll text you when I'm headed home!" Katie happily says before waving at Yoohyeon. "See you later!"

"Have fun!" Yoohyeon calls out as the pair starts to leave.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." You tease before watching Katie flip you off behind her back.

"What a charming kid! She really makes you believe in love, huh?" Yoohyeon asks as you focus on your interlaced fingers.

"Yeah, she does tend to have that effect on people."

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