#it’s literally a fanfic trope… sharing clothes.
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Introducing Rosemary Month 2023, all throughout October!
You can submit art, fanfics, music, cosplays, meta analysis, shitposts, etc, for the prompts!! I’ll be keeping track of the tags: #rosemary and #rosemary month2023 for submissions!! Or you can simply just @ this acc so I don’t skip over yours by accident!
Prompts:
Day 1: From The Start
Imagine rosemary at their very beginning of their dynamic or at the first step of their romantic relationship!
Day 2: Turtle Consorts
Rose and Kanaya hanging around Rose’s consorts would’ve been pretty cute!
Day 3: Meteorstuck
Imagine any Meteorstuck shenanigans Rose and Kanaya got into together!
Day 4: Hurt/Comfort
Obligatory sadstuck day, but with added comfort for safety measure!
Day 5: First Kiss
Either imagine Pre-Retcon Rose and Kanaya’s first kiss, or the unseen post-retcon kiss! Or maybe you want to explore a different way they could’ve had their first kiss?
Day 6: Quadrants
Time for some rosemary quadrant smearing!
Day 7: Birthdays
How neat would it be to see Rose and Kanaya celebrating each other’s birthdays?
Day 8: Cats
Imagine Rose and Kanaya playing with a bunch of cats!
Day 9: Rain
Rose and Kanaya going through rainy weather, or just explore anything you want to do with rain.
Day 10: Rays
After the rain, Kanaya and Rose finally get some sunshine.
Day 11: Game Over
Explore the absolute heartbreak that is Rose and Kanaya’s deaths, either during the catastrophe or the aftermath within the dreambubbles.
Day 12: AUs
Any AU you want!! Been thinking about a MLP AU lately? A Little Prince AU?
Day 13: Family
Explore either Rose and Kanaya with their own little family, or just them with the other Strilondes/Maryams! Or both!!
Day 14: Alpha Timeline
Imagine either Alpha Rose x Beforus Kanaya, or post-retcon rosemary! Whichever one you like best!
Day 15: Tropes
Explore your favorite rosemary tropes!! Or a trope you’d love to see with rosemary!
Day 16: Scars
Rose and Kanaya bonding over their shared scars, either literal or metaphorical.
Day 17: Flowers
Either Kanaya simply infodumping about her botanic skills to Rose, or just pretty flower art, you decide whatever!
Day 18: Stars
Perhaps Rose and Kanaya stargazing, or aesthetic pieces! Go crazy!
Day 19: Date Night
Imagine Rose and Kanaya finally going on a somewhat decent date this time around.
Day 20: Robots
Assigned meat rosemary day, or just do whatever you wish with robots and rosemary!
Day 21: Double Date
Imagine rosemary going on a double date with another ship you like!
Day 22: Dreambubbles
Either Rose and Kanaya having dreambubble fun times, or perhaps more Game Over angst?
Day 23: Domestic
Explore Rose and Kanaya’s sweet domestic life, as they deserve!
Day 24: Strider Third Wheeler
It wouldn’t be Rosemary without Dave trying to tag along like he’s their five year old son, right?
Day 25: Proposal
Who do you think proposed? Rose or Kanaya?
Day 26: Wedding Anniversary
Rose and Kanaya celebrating their marriage!!
Day 27: Snow
Imagine Rose and Kanaya undergoing snowy weather!
Day 28: Fnaf Day
Exactly what it says. Happy Fnaf Movie month
Day 29: Beach Episode
Imagine Rose and Kanaya just having some beach summer fun times
Day 30: Clothes/Style Swap
A good ol’ fashioned clothing/style swap between Rose and Kanaya!
Day 31: Halloween
Happy Halloween!! Are Rose and Kanaya trick or treating? Passing out candy? Going to a party?Scaring little kids to death maybe?? Do whatever halloween fun you want with these two!
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Dorm Leaders with a Goth Girlfriend
Warnings: Fluff, insecurity, mentions of past mistreatment, overuse of the ‘lipstick kiss’ trope, Author wants more people to experience goth music
A/N: I notice how often the fanfic community focuses in on the clothing/makeup (dw, this post has a lot of that too) relating to the goth subculture, I want more people to experience the music! I left a goth song recommendation I think fits each character, from gothic metal to softer new wave, I hope you enjoy my head canons, and check out some new music! No gatekeeping here.
Riddle Rosehearts
He definitely finds himself attracted to your confidence, wearing all black and leather.
“Doesn’t it get warm? Wearing all black?”
Riddle is, deep down in his heart, insecure about himself and his identity; your presence helps him explore different parts of himself.
Teenage rebellion!
He finds himself loving your more romantic gothic looks, with Victorian skirts and pirate shirts, it accents his look well, you both look so pretty next to each other
He asks you for eyeliner tips
A song that reminds me of Riddle is: Dear Prudence, Covered by Souxie and the Banshees
Leona Kingscholar
You are right up his alley! I mean, look at him, he looks like a grunge cowboy, he’s so down for the way you dress
Certified woman-respector, will personally beat the crap out of anyone who’s talking bad about you
Loves it when you get all ‘dolled up’ and show him new music
Dolled up meaning extreme goth, deathhawk, leather, piercings, the whole nine yards
Just be a little careful with gothic metal, homie has sensitive ears
“When did I get so lucky, hm?”
A song that reminds me of Leona is: Black No. 1 by type 0 Negative
Azul Ashengrotto
Flustered fishy fishman
He finds you so intriguing, a mysterious traveler from another dimension, dressed in leather lace and fishnet
You love covering him in black lipstick kisses, sometimes one of the twins will catch him wiping off the lipstick and snicker
Definitely adores goth love songs, especially from the 80s
“Y/N, I found this old song and it reminded me of you.”
A song that reminds me of Azul: Sea Swallow Me by the Cocteau Twins and Harold Budd
Kalim Al-Asim
Opposite attraction really worked this time, huh?
He’s so stoked to have a goth girlfriend, homie is bouncing off the walls everytime he sees you
He’s the type of boyfriend to always be able to figure out if you changed your look. New hair color? Cool! New piercing? Awesome! Cut all your hair off? Twinsies!!!
Literally so cute he will always listen to the music you recommend, he has a whole playlist he listens to whenever he misses you
“Oh my goodness Y/N! I adore your new piercings!”
A song that reminds me of Kalim is: Friday I’m in Love by The Cure
Vil Shoenheit
He’s a little iffy at first, giving the unconventional look and all, but when Vil falls, he falls head over heels.
He is the world’s biggest worrywart boyfriend, he’s literally stressing so hard about whatever hijinks you’re getting up to.
You’re going to a concert? Take a can of pepper spray. New piercing? Follow the proper aftercare to a T. Hair dye? Moisturizing shampoo, immediately.
His fans begin to notice a slight difference in his daily makeup, a darker tone of eyeliner or lipstick. It’s his little way of showing off his ‘taken’ status
His favorite gothic music is more repetitive gothic rock, his guilty pleasure.
“Dearest, please refrain from covering me in your lipstick, save that for when we’re alone.”
A song that reminds me of Vil is: Right Here in my Arms by H.I.M
Idia Shroud
You two share a similar yet different style, he’s a lot more laid back
On the topic of music, he really loves Synthwave, the electronic vibe is so up his alley
He probably gets super shy if you wear more revealing goth clothing, but he’ll look up to you and your confidence
He loves looking for more gothic games for you two to play together, he absolutely loves the way your eyes light up
If you give him a kiss and leave a lipstick mark on his face, he’ll love you forever
Mmmmm domesticity
“Y/N, I found this anime you would like it has this butler who’s also a demon and he’s dressed all cool and he reminds me of you and-“
A song that reminds me of Idia is: Fade to Grey by Visage
Malleus Draconia
Wowowowow matching aesthetics I see
You tend to lean into the music of the subculture, while Malleus opts to lean into a gothic royal aesthetic
(If you know anything about Jrock and the band Malice Mizer, he gives me Mana Sama energy)
He adores the goth music you share with him, especially slower romantic goth songs, those that allow him to daydream about you
“I have met my perfect match.”
A song that reminds me of Malleus is: Sacrifice by London After Midnight
Bonus! More alternative songs I think fit them
Riddle: Mutter- Rammistein
Leona: The Lion from the North- Sabaton
Azul: Dr. Feelgood- Motley Crue
Kalim: No One Lives Forever- Oingo Boingo
Vil: Ziggy Stardust, covered by Bauhaus
Idia: Gentlemen Take Polaroids- Japan
Malleus: Ma Cherie- Malice Mizer
Thank you for reading!! I would love some feedback, this is one of my first posts I’m really proud of! I would love to make more like this!
#new fanfic blog#female reader#fanfic#fanfiction#new fanfic#fandom#twisted wonderland x female reader#twisted wonderland x reader#goth reader#fem!#fem!reader#reader insert#riddle rosehearts#riddle rosehearts x reader#leona kingscholar#leona kingscholar x reader#azul ashengrotto#azul ashengrotto x reader#kalim al asim#kalim al asim x reader#vil schoenheit#vil schoenheit x reader#idia shroud#idia shroud x reader#malleus draconia#malleus draconia x reader#twst dorm leaders#twst dorm leaders x reader#twst x reader#twst
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um... hello
i’ve been wondering how did you go about characterizing Nanako and Mimiko?
i’m slowly going through your jujutsu kaisen fanfics, michikatsu has my heart, and I’m surprised how well you wrote nanako and mimiko in exponential growth so far.
were some of it headcannon? or did you come to those characterization conclusions based on what was shown in the manga?
Thank you for your nice words about my fanfics. Nanako and Mimiko were a pretty big reason for why I started wanting to write fanfic of jujutsu kaisen, because number one Geto's family is the most interesting thing about him as a character and how he contrasts with Gojo, and number two they're crimminally underutilized in canon. I also found their deaths unnecessarily gratuitous. It was a start of a long series of Gege wasting female characters.
Which is why I wanted to explore them more in fic, and also just explore the idea of Geto's found family. As for where I came up with the idea for their characters, I'll answer below the cut.
There were enough hints in canon about Nanako and Mimiko's cursed techniques that I was able to extrapolate what each of them did, voodoo dolls that force others to commit suicide and cursed photography. I also took a little inspiration from their character designs, Mimiko is obviously meant to be the dark / gloomy one, whereas Nanako dresses like a Gyaru. The fact that they're always near each other / clutching each other hints to a bit of a codependent relationship as well.
However, the rest of their characterization I basically had to make up. The biggest source of inspiration for them comes from Durara!! which is another urban fantasy series by Ryoga Narita, which deals with a bunch of supernatural creatures like dullahans, and vampires existing in an urban setting. I draw a lot of inspiration from Durarara!! because a big thing that Ryoga Narita writes well is having loads and loads of characters share screen time in a bigger story which is something I want to accomplish for Jujutsu Kaisen and it's huge cast. Especially since the aim of my fanfic series is to focus the spotlight more on the minor characters as opposed to the main trio.
Ryoga Narita is pretty famous for his eccentric characters, all of them are crazy in their own special way. One of the ways he manages to balance so many characters is each of them kind of has a gimmick or central concept they're based around. Mimiko and Nanako take a lot of inspiration from Izaya's little sisters, Mairu and Kurui.
Mairu and Kurui are based around the trop of "twins having opposite personalities", but it's a parody of that trope because they're doing it on purpose. Basically, the story is that when they were younger their older brother Izaya emotionally abused them by saying that if they were twins and the same person one of them should kill themselves because they had an extra. (Izaya is a lovely person by the way). They wanted to please their brother, so they decided to write all their personality traits down on a list and then divide them equally. Their theory is that by balancing out their strengths and weaknesses between each other they create the "ultimate human being."
Kurui decided to be the quiet one who's eccentric at school, like a Rei Ayanami expy, she wears her gym clothes to the middle of class and doesn't socialize with anoyone. Mairu decided to be the loud, attention hungry, eccentric one. She screams to everyone the first day of class that she's bisexual and willing to date multiple partners. When a bunch of girls try to bully her, she literally almost forces them to swallow thumb tacks. Kurui barely talks, and Mairu does all the speaking for her.
The twist is that they're intentionally doing that, it's an act for both of them. When they're texting people, or when they're in an online chatroom Kurui becomes the talkative one and writes in paragraphs, while Mairu gives one word responses. Which suggests that at any time they could just swap personalities. Both of them also consider themselves the same person, they want to date the same guys, and if they disagree on anything they have mental breakdowns.
So Nanako and Mimiko share the same central concept, but the thing is while I love Kurui and Mairu and their character concept is excellent they literally have no character development in the story they are in. They're never challenged over the fact that they are super codependent and can't exist without each other. They never really grow past the trauma of the emotional abuse that their brother inflcited on them. It seems like a subversion of the "twins with the same personalities" trope at first, but then they don't really go anywhere with it. Also, there's a lot of icky twin incest subtext between the two of them. They just legit kiss once because light novels are gross sometimes.
The closest the two of them get to character development is their relationship is the friendship both of them make with Aoba Kuronuma.
Aoba is a first year student introduced in the second half of the story, he's basically a foil for their older brother Izaya. He's like an Izaya who's less of a villain because he's younger and capable of making friends. A lot of his positive character traits come out in his relationship with the twins, because while he's a selfish user of people he tends to be really selfless and protective when it comes to them.
This could have been a jumping board for having the twins have separate identities, because they are both friends with him, but Aoba has romantic feelings for Kurui. However, they do the twin incest thing again because the first time Kurui isses Aoba, Mairu is like "I have to kiss everyone my sister kisses" and then kisses him immediately afterwards and says it's an indirect kiss with Mairu.
There's a sequel to Durarara! called, Durarara! SH!. The trio shows up in that novel, but the original plan for that series was to make Aoba the main character with the Kurui and Mairu as the other parts of the main trio. However, that was scrapped in favor of three new characters which I thought was a pretty big waste of their potential.
A lot of the things I wanted to see in the Aoba / Kurui / Mairu trio, I put into Exponential Growth for the Junpei / Mimiko / Nanako dynamic. Basically the whole idea that after meeting Junpei, Mimiko and Nanako's relationship can't remain the same because it used to be their whole world was just the two of them but there's suddenly this third person their own age they both want to socialize with. Also, the two of them can't both date him so he forces them to actually act like individuals.
My trajectory with Nanako and Mimiko comes from what I wanted from Kurui and Mairu which is this deconstruction of the idea that they're the same person, by separating them and forcing them to learn to be their own people. Also, the sheer amount of distress it would cause a pair of twins this codependent to be forced to separate and live on their own. Because they're at that time in adolescence where they're going through some major changes in personality so the coping mechanism that worked for them as kids is starting to break down.
The other major inspiration for them is Maki and Mai. The basic premise is that they have the opposite relationship that Maki and Mai do, but it's just as unhealthy. Maki and Mai are permanently separated from their childhood closeness, because Maki always pushes Mai away. Maki needs to assert herself as an individual. However, this need is so strong that she doesn't think she can have any kind of relationship because she views it as a chain dragging her down.
Whereas, Mimiko and Nanako have been clinging to each other since childhood. They have the relationship that Mai basically WANTS to have with Maki. However, Maki thinks they're utterly pathetic because they can't survive on their own and are entirely dependent on each other. Which is Maki's unhealthy and toxic ideal of strength. At the same time, Mimiko and Nanako think that Maki just plain hates Mai. They can't imagine a sister ever completely ignoring another sister and pushing her out of her life because they value family more than anything else. As unhealthy as they are, at least Mimiko and Nanako make it clear they both love each other.
There's also another foiling point where they are both equally bad at communication with one another. Mimiko and Nanako claim they're the same person, and share the same thoughts on everything but Mimiko is constantly bullied by Nanako. Nanako's extremely bossy and domineering in the relationship. However, it's enabled by Mimiko who's been depending on Nanako too much over the years to make all the decisions for them. They also talk a lot but rarely talk about their true feelings with one another and when they start to it turns into an argument.
On the other hand, Maki and Mai could probably clear up a lot of tension between them with ONE HONEST CONVERSATION, but neither of them are willing to do that.
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Byler, Romance, Steddie and Jopper first date headcanons!
I got an ask for these but unfortunately I forgot to save my draft before posting and have had to delete that and re-do it which is frustrating but oh well! These will be some cute/fluff first dates and there won't be any Vecna stuff or NSFW stuff (I'm a minor and wouldn't feel comfortable writing that kinda stuff). Also Eddie isn't dead. These are quite long so you can just skip to a ship you like if you want and they might be a bit basic as I'm not a fanfic writer. But I hope they're alright!
First up Byler:
I imagine that their initial confession is more angsty than the other ships. Either during an argument one of them yells that they love the other or during Will coming out Mike kisses him when Will thinks their relationship is now over.
After this confession, they don't really know how to approach a date. Neither of them are ready for their relationship to be known, especially Mike, so dates in public are off the table.
Eventually, Will proposes that Mike should come around so he can finish his painting of him and Mike together and use him as his muse. Mike is hesitant to sit and do nothing for hours but he wants alone time with Will so he agrees.
They talk and get so engaged that Mike doesn't realize how long it's been until Will presents him with the finished painting. They share a kiss and then Mike leaves, taking the painting with him.
Mike goes home and puts the painting in one of his multiple boxes of Will's art.
Next up, Ronance, aka the best ship ever!
Nancy really likes Robin but she's nervous to tell her, so she keeps on finding excuses to pop in to Family Video and say hello to Robin. One day she even gets the courage to ask Robin out to a picnic with her.
The thing is, neither of them realize that their date is a date. They both assume that the other person just is doing it platonically and both want to clarify if this is the case but are too nervous to do so.
After a nice picnic, they decide to spend some more time together and go thrift shopping. Nancy tries on a dress and Robin is stunned by how pretty she is so she tells Nancy that she's gorgeous. Nancy says Robin is gorgeous too.
The pressure is too much at this point so Robin nervously blurts out "is this a date?" Nancy responds "I think so?" And then they laugh at how oblivious the other person is. Nancy grabs Robin's hand as they leave the store.
They want to spend more time together, so they go into the cinema and pick the cheapest and least busy movie where they do every movie trope in the book (kissing in the dark, hands in the popcorn). They go home but the next day Nancy appears at Family Video again and they spend the rest of the day together all over again (:
Ok now for Steddie and also platonic Stobin and also Ronance (this is very cliché because I don't really have too much of an attachment to this ship like the others but I hope the scenario is still cute):
Eddie has invited Steve to his concert. A proper one, not the one with a crowd of five drinks referenced in Stranger Things.
Steve has literally no concept of metal clothes so he makes Robin go shopping with him to try and find a nice outfit and ends up wearing his normal outfit with a random vintage leather jacket (it was so expensive that he couldn't afford to buy anything else). Eddie complimented the jacket but internally was amused at how un-metal he was.
Before the concert, Steve is very concerned with trying to be metal and impress the people around him but his knowledge of metal music is abysmal so Eddie has to whisper "correct" things to say into his ear.
None of that matters later on as Steve is surprisingly enjoying the concert and has found himself in the middle. Afterwards they have some drinks and other substances and Eddie walks home. Steve now calming down from the excitement of kissing Eddie phones Robin to pick him up, who obviously cannot drive.
This means that Nancy has to come and pick Steve up. She was "hanging out" with Robin so the two of them were able to pick up a giddy drunk Steve who was buzzing after the concert.
Finally, Jopper! Another cliché one but let's be honest, where else is a Jopper first date gonna be other than Enzo's.
Before going to Enzo's, Hopper tries to put on his blazer only to find it's way too big for him. Eleven rolls up the sleeves and tells him it'd fashionable so he keeps in on (although he gets nervous and ditches it later on).
Eleven, Will and Johnathan all know that they're going out and want them to get together and as they get ready, Joyce has to shoo them away so they won't bug her. She laughs it off but is quite nervous (mostly excited).
Joyce orders the meal for the both of them. She remembers it in full from their conversation in Russia. Hopper eats the bread sticks super fast and he and Joyce start loudly laughing about it. The waiters and people in the restaurant are judging them but they're just so happy to finally have this moment.
Later on, Hopper knocks over some "cheeantee" onto Joyce but mysteriously it seems to magically float back into place. I'm sure it has nothing to do with that kid with the nose bleed at the window with a mysterious boy with a bowl cut. But when Joyce and Hopper look at the window they've disappeared (you can still see the top of Will's head but they let them believe they're great at spying).
Afterwards, they go home to their kids. To the same home. Because they're fully living together and parenting the Byers/Hopper children before they've even had a first date.
Hope these headcanons were alright! Thanks for the ask and sorry this wasn't in direct response to it due to the aforementioned reasoning
#stranger things#byler#ronance#jopper#steddie#byers family#platonic stobin#will byers#mike wheeler#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#eddie munson#joyce byers#jim hopper
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2 & 3 for the fan fiction asks ❤️
Which of your own fanfics have you reread the most?
ooh honestly i don't really reread my fics all that often, but if i had to choose the one that i always go back to is what's mine is yours because i'm a hoe for the shared clothes trope 😌
Describe the differences between your first fanfic and your most recent fanfic.
ooohhh okay! i'm gonna compare ones that of of similar length, so not counting the mini fics i post on tumblr/crosspost to ao3.
first fic: the perfect blend (coffee shop au)
most recent: don't dream it's over
the perfect blend was done over the span of like, three or four days and a lot of elements were inspired by the coffee shops that i came across in real life. i was SO nervous about it because it was my first time writing anything that wasn't just rambling about an idea, i asked my friend @downeylove to help. she contributed quite a few lines and descriptions to beef up the whole story so i officially declared her a co-author. it was a lot of fun and even though there are a few minor things i'd probably change about that story now, i'm pretty proud of it being my first work.
don't dream it's over was born from an idea i had literally years ago that stuck with me. i think this was written over the course of three weeks or so? since i had a lot of work and school things i needed to juggle at the same time. the biggest difference between the two fics is that the first one is a complete au, while this story is more of a canon divergence. there's also the progression of time in the perfect blend. it's a story that takes place over a few months. don't dream it's over, on the other hand, is just about a single day in steve and tony's with an epilogue that takes place a year or so later.
so both completely different from each other, but works i'm happy with nonetheless 😊
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You said how ever many I wanted sooo
❤️💥🏷️💕💌
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HECK YEAH (i'm working through some writer's block so these asks are helping so much)
❤️What is your favourite line that you've written in a fic?
Oh shit this is so hard actually, because there have been a few!!! There's one line that I keep going back to in my longfic for the last fandom I wrote for, and it's a part where a character has been lying about who he is and has this big Come To Jesus moment and just...
‘Rex Glass’ was a fake name, a fake person, while Juno was so real and beautiful. Nureyev wanted— no, needed Juno to know his name, his purpose for being on Mars. He needed Juno to know him, even if he chose in the end to cast Nureyev aside. He knew, roughly, what it meant for Juno to be in his lap, pulling at his clothes and begging so prettily for more.
He didn’t want to fuck Juno while only offering less than half of himself when the detective was giving everything in return. He didn’t want to fuck Juno as Rex glass, he thought with a soft cry when Juno bit his neck again.
With a gasp of utter terror, he realized he wanted to make love to Juno Steel as Peter Nureyev, more than anything else in the galaxy.
The detective was still working bruises into the skin of his long throat when Nureyev turned his head to whisper, directly into Juno’s ear, “Nureyev.”
Juno froze, and Nureyev screwed his eyes tightly shut.
“My name is Peter Nureyev.”
There's just!!! His neck is literally bared while he's confessing his deepest, darkest, most tightly held secret. ANYWAY I think about this scene literally all the time when I'm writing literally anything else because I'm so proud of that shit.
💥What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?
I mean... other than the obvious in Stranger Things? Idk, I guess I want to see Steve being taken more seriously by the other characters. Like Robin takes him seriously, and Nancy is starting to, but yeah.
🏷️Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?
Other than the ship? Generally nah... like unless I'm looking for specific smut? But I'm rarely in a Specific Mood for fics if I'm in a reading mood!
💕What is your favourite fic you've written?
Hmm... this one's tough because like... a lot of my fics I love for different reasons. So I'm gonna discuss all the ones that I think of when you ask me which fics of mine are my favourite!
i could be honest, i could be human - I just think I did a really solid job with characterization and like rereading it right after posting it and I don't hate it? That's a first for me, tbh
and i'm swirling, softly - One of my Juno Steel fics. I really loved delving into the different perspectives of the characters' shared canon trauma!
kiss away young thrills and kills - Another Juno Steel fic. Peter Nureyev character study, my beloved~*~
the bittersweet between my teeth - my Juno Steel longfic. And listen... it would be wild if I wrote a 100k word fanfic and it wasn't one of my favourites of the fics I've written.
💌Is there a favourite trope you like to write?
Oof, I don't know! I don't tend to think about stuff I'm writing in tropes, so I struggle when tagging my fics! I think most of the ships I write end up falling under "idiots in love", does that count?
Thank you so much for your ask!!!!
Send me more Fun Fanfic Author asks!!
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Web novel appreciation post
I consider myself a anime otaku and I like to watch anime, read manga, share anime memes, talk about anime with my friends, and I like to spend a lot of my money on anime related stuff, but on the last 8 years I have read more web novels than I have watched anime, at the moment I am writing this I have 9 tabs open on my browser with web novels that I refresh everyday to read the latest translated chapter, because I fell in love with this media and I want to use this opportunity to talk about it.
I have lived on the outskirts of Santiago since 2011, so I spend and have spent a lot of my time on public transport, 3-4 hours a day and sometimes even more, and I have found that for me what works the best to pass time is music and whatever web novel I am currently reading, I fell less observed than when I’m reading a manga or watching an anime, it does not use as much battery on my phone and I am not doing anything illegal because web novels are free and accessible to everyone on the internet; at the beginning I only read on my commute to school, but after a while (and when I found web novels I liked a lot) I started reading at home at the hours I used to watch anime, to the point that right now although I want to watch some of the anime adaptations of the light novel adaptations of the web novels that I have read (Like Mushoku Tensei, Tate no Yuusha, Kumo Desu ga nani ka?, and others) I end up reading another web novel instead.
If you like watching anime I really recommend to start reading web novels (A good place to begin looking for them is novelupdates.com, it is kind of the myanimelist of light and web novels) because they in some way written as if they were an anime, in the sense that you can see in your head the scenes described by the author, and a lot of the tropes that are common in anime are also common in web novels, and if you do not want to limit yourself to japanese media I also recommend some of the Korean novels (Regressed Demon lord is kind, Trash of the Count’s family, The legendary Moonlight sculptor, Overgeared, The Second coming of Gluttony, and others) but due to the theme of the class I am going to talk about the japanese ones.
Just like fanfics and other self-published unedited web media, there are a lot of amateur works, badly written and poorly paced novels, but you can also find the raw uncensored work (in the sense of not trying to appeal to specific audiences and the restrictions of publishing companies) of excellent beginner authors, so to get into this world I recommend starting with the most popular web novels and then delving deeper into the more unknown ones, note of advice to avoid unnecessary suffering, check the chapter release frequency because there are some web novels that are translated daily and others that are translated once a month.
So as a sort of summary/review and to get people interested I am going to talk about the web novel that was adapted to manga in 2019 “Rebuild World”. The novel takes place in a post-apocalyptic future where the technology of that world reached the point where people if they wanted to could upload themselves to robotic bodies identical to human ones; knives could cut through thick cement walls; normal looking clothes could deflect bullets and people were able to create robots and AIs for any kind of work, but by the time the story takes place that was a thing of the past, no one know exactly what happened but the apocalyptic event was a long time ago and humanity now lives in a few cities and outposts in wastelands filled with ruins that used to be the cities of the “Old World”, fighting against synthetic monsters armed to the teeth (sometimes literally) produced in AI controlled factories, to collect Old world artifacts that cannot be produced with the current technology to keep surviving, the people that venture out to the wastelands are called Hunters and they sort of work like your typical “Adventurer’s guild”.
In this world there is an orphan boy called Akira (I think I see a reference here) who lives in the slums of one of these cities, after obtaining a gun he goes unprepared to the wastelands where he finds a naked woman standing calmly in the middle of the ruins as if nothing could harm her and after that meeting Akira’s life changes forever.
The world and characters of this novel are well defined and the relationship between them and the main character are excellently fleshed out to the point where it comes across as a believable world, the fight scenes kind of remind me of a mix between Mad Max: Fury Road and Blade Runner; sometimes they are action packed, filled with explosions and bullets flying everywhere with some other crazy stuff and other times they are one on one fights with clever use of the environment and technology with a little bit of psychological warfare. There are wholesome moments that still remind you that Akira is just a boy interacting with other people but at the same time you see this ruthless kid hardened by what he has lived through and how this is reflected on his environment and relationships and how he responds to certain events, where he gets close to people but never close enough and always living on edge, never letting things unfinished due to his broken personality and carefulness. Akira is a character with lots of flaws but thanks to this he offers an interesting perspective on an uncommon type of main character, and once I get up to date with the latest translated chapter I plan to read the manga and I hope that someday I will get to watch an anime adaptation of this work.
By Nicolas Gonzalez.
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Three, six, fourteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-five.
3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)
pertaining to original fiction, a rain scene. i don't know why but i always am like 'they should kiss in the rain' and then immediately refuse to ever write said scene because something about rain makes my brain stop working. there's so much going on. it's WET. it's COLD? maybe? what season is it again? clothes are sodden and hair is sticking and it's just. a lot of stuff going on. (doesn't quite fit the bill but it's really all i could think of)
6. What character do you have the most fun writing?
in original fiction, my current MC sam is probably the most fun i've had writing an original character ever. i love her so much.
in fanfic, i don't think anything will top writing lexa. and that's saying something because i wrote way more raven or rachel than anything else.
bonus: from our dnd campaign, house is FAR and beyond the most fun i've ever had writing a character. EVER. she's a menace. she's chaos embodied. she's literally a house and I LOVE HER.
14. At what point in writing do you come up with a title?
with fanfic, it's usually when i come up with the fic idea OR at the end when i've gone into revisions. it's always a song lyric (almost, at least) and i'm not ashamed that trope has continued past the fanfic i share on this blog (u know what i mean, ur in the know)
with original fiction um. i don't! i've' been calling my WIP 'soccer milf' for 9 months now and see no end in sight. it'll be soccer milf until i start querying lmao.
20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)
this is kind of funny because i've been thinking of what little gay media references to leave in my book as like, a treat for the gays who were raised on the internet. meryl wilsner has some im&y references in their books and i'm obsessed with them and this idea so i'm trying to figure out what would work in my current project.
also, this book in particular is literally littered with personal references that probably only a few people are going to pinpoint, which is okay and very funny.
21. What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?)
uh lol....i feel like soccer milf is cute but wouldn’t work well in any medium not a book. probably the only story i have on deck that would be watchable would be one of my fantasies or MAYBE my supernatural romance but ... if those ever get written yk
25. What part of writing is the most fun?
figuring out the pieces of the puzzle and fitting them together so the story just fucking flows like a river. but also making them smooch. very big fan of that.
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NSFW with Thomas
Sentence 32
Fanfic trope 9
Kink 20
I have literally so many Thomas NSFW prompt requests that I decided to post at least one or two of them first (like 15 .... and that's not counting any other prompt). Sorry Ethan, you still have to wait.
Also I'm still upset about this not showing up in the tags. So I'm gonna mention it again.
I really appreciate people reblogging these btw! <3
Thanks Kendle! Because it's you, this is pretty much almost just NSFW. Hope you enjoy! 💋
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Even for your standards the whole thing is kind of stupid. It's just the icing on top of a sequence of errors, mistakes and your inability to say no to him. It's Thomas, you just can't. You should have known that your attraction towards him would get you into trouble some day. Today is the day apparently.
"No, Thomas is too much of a sweetheart for that kind of stuff." That's what Victoria said.
"Thomas, honestly, when is the last time you got laid", Damiano joked, "You need it."
"He's just a cute guy, just leave him alone." That's how Ethan tried to help Thomas, by the look of his face failing miserably.
That was during the afternoon, between lunch and soundcheck.
This is what you heard all day long and probably one of the reasons why you are in the place you are in now. In some backstage, sitting on a couch, Thomas on top of you, two of his fingers in your mouth.
All you wanted was a chill day, maybe drink some alcohol, dance a bit. This is not what you had in mind, when they told you that they're playing their last show of the year in Florence, asking you to join them for at least a day if your time allowed it. Mostly you tried to avoid anything including them which wasn't in Rome but you desperately needed a break even if in the end you really only could make it over for one night. Victoria making your decision even easier with telling you that you could share a room with her.
You whimper around his fingers.
"Can you do me a favour?", Thomas had asked - right after getting off stage. Leaving the other ones behind.
Back then, 15 minutes ago, you were stupid enough to ask him how that favour would look like.
"I have enough of cute, sweet, little Thomas", he told you, "Or all the you really have to get laid jokes. I really have enough, would you help me out?"
Back then, 14 minutes ago, you once again were stupid enough to ask him how you can help him exactly.
"Just pretend to make out with me?", pretend that's what he said, "We don't even have to kiss. Just let me kiss your neck or something. We never gonna talk about it afterwards but I can live in peace for a bit, please?"
You can't say no to him, even if you would really try, if you wouldn't be this stupid. Just the prospect of some neck kisses made your body shiver. If that's all you would ever get from him, you're going to take it.
So 13 minutes ago you agreed to playing a part in this charade.
That's how you ended up on the couch in their backstage. Thomas still sweaty, still in half his stage outfit, him grabbing your naked waist.
"They'll be here in a second. Get naked." This is when you realised that you indeed got yourself into trouble.
"What? You didn't say anything about getting naked!" - We don't even have to kiss, how does that translate to get naked?
"Just take off some of your clothes, I want them to think we're doing it!"
All it took was one look from his pleading eyes, and you got rid of your t-shirt. Thomas taking his shirt off as well. He went so far to open his trousers and then pushed you down on the small couch, getting on top of you.
You're sitting on this couch with Thomas against your body for the past 4 minutes.
He slowly pulls his fingers out of your mouth, just to push them in again. Just when the door opens.
You didn't think anything about it when he stroke your lips with his thumb, neither did you think anything when you slightly opened your lips.
His bulge pressing against your stomach when you moved - other story. It made you moan, Thomas sliding two of his fingers into your mouth.
That was 35 seconds ago.
Now you don't think anymore, you're just doing. Sucking on his fingers.
"Such a good girl for me."
"What?", Damiano is stopping right in his tracks.
There's another What? and a What the fuck? followed by the noise of the door being shut. All three of them are looking at you. You still have Thomas fingers in your mouth, that he now gently pulls out.
"What is going on here?", Ethan asks.
"What are you two doing?", Damiano questions. That should be obvious, you think.
Thomas gets up from you, takes his shirt from the floor and just walks out of the door. What the fuck indeed.
"Did he really say that", you hear Victoria say, "or am I going insane?"
"He did say that." Ethan answers her, but he is looking at you instead. "How long is this going on for?"
"Wait, is this here why he isn't looking for anyone or anything?" If you even would like to answer any of their questions, you wouldn't have a chance. And you don't want to, you really want to fucking shout at Thomas. But he fucked off to wherever, to do god knows what. Right when you really start to get angry, he's walking through the door again. Dressed, but his bulge still clearly visible.
"Sorry, forgot my cigarettes somewhere and I think, I need a shower." Only when he sits down next to you, you notice that he isn't talking to them, he's talking to you. Laying his hand around your waist, pulling you closer. He's lightening himself a cigarette. You just hide your face in his shirt, your own still on the floor. You feel safe, even when you still have the urge to scream at him.
"So, we have a few questions over here!?", Victoria speaks up.
He smokes half of his cigarette first, then kissing your hair, before he even looks at her: "Wouldn't you like to know, that's all I'm saying."
All three of them stare at him, he just sits there and isn't letting go off you. After he finished his cigarette, he stubs it out in a cup standing on the low table next to the couch. He kisses your temple, before giving you your shirt. "I'm going to shower", he whispers already getting up.
"So", now Victoria turns to you.
Thomas punches her shoulder while passing her. "Leave her the fuck alone!"
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Way later, you're going to the hotel. After having food and Thomas and you both having had the bare minimum of alcohol. Thomas stopping you from getting so drunk so you would forget what happened and how much it turned you on. That was your plan, Thomas plan apparently was to slip you as many virgin cocktails as possible.
"We gonna talk about this later", he said. We are not going to talk about it apparently also died, you should have known better.
That was at least 2 hours ago, or 3, maybe even 4.
When you are going back to your hotel room, you would share with Vic, Thomas stays in front of the door.
"Vic told me to switch rooms with her because we're clearly doing it anyways." You didn't ask for an explanation.
You're just getting your keycard out of your bag, the bag you packed in a hurry in the morning. You didn't have time to go to the hotel before the show. When you're inside your room, you're just throwing the bag on the bed. He just stares at it, then at you, stuttering out something that sounds like Sorry. You look at him, then at the bed. It's a double bed, one bed, because of fucking course it is only one bed. What did you even expect. "Great Thomas, good job!", you're done with the day and you couldn't even get drunk or off in peace. You have no fucking clue, how you're supposed to make it through the night with him next to you, "I'm going to shower."
Under the shower you finally calm down a little bit. But you also still think about his fingers in your mouth, his bulge pressing against you. You moan. This is probably the only way and the only place to get some kind of relieve yourself. Your fingers wander over your nipples, down your stomach, you gently slide one of them into you. Just when the bathroom door opens, no knocking, no anything.
"Thomas, what the fuck?"
"Sorry", he says, "I ... I just want to go to bed but I also really have to brush my teeth. Just shower, I'm not gonna look."
You're clenching around your finger. Not good, Thomas' calm voice not helping you one bit. I'm just trying to masturbate in here, you think. Biting your lip, so you don't make too much noise, you pull your finger out again. What a fucking day. You're just getting out of the shower, taking your towel and leave. At least he lets you getting dressed in peace.
You lay down in bed, taking as much space as possible - laying down diagonally, on your belly. You're petty, but you don't care. Thomas comes out of the bathroom only in his briefs, you turn your head. First you don't catch it but there's a slight bulge again. With a groan, you bury your face into the pillow. You want to beg, you want him to gently put you in your place, you want his fingers back, wherever. Whatever actually, as long as he's doing something.
Just when you're thinking that you could maybe just go into the bathroom again, to get yourself off, he walks over to the bed. And the next moment, he's straddling your hips.
"That's not really nice of you, trying to keep me out of bed like that?" It's more a question than it is a statement. You just press your face into the pillow harder. "Hey, you have to tell me if you want this?"
"Yes", you murmur against the fabric, "yes, I want this."
He presses his groin against your butt, stroking your waist over the fabric of your shirt up to your ribcage with his slender fingers. "Good, just tell me if you don't like or want something."
For a while he's just rubbing himself against you. Fabric against fabric. He's kissing your neck, kissing up to your ear: "That what you want?"
"No, Thomas please!"
"You can show me", he says while sneaking his hand into your pjyama trousers. Your panties are soaked and there's no way around that he feels it, "Or you can tell me what got you so wet."
God, he can't be for real.
"Thomas, please do something", you whine.
"If you are good for me, I'm going to help you out", it's just a whisper against your ear, his nose brushing your cheek, "you just have to tell me or show me. I'm going to make it good for you, I promise."
When you move under him, he pulls his hand out of your trousers. You pull them down, including your underwear, he's helping you without saying anything - just calmly stroking your back. He helps you to push them off, pushing them off your feet with his own. You press your face into the pillow again. You do the exact same thing, you did in the bathroom just a few minutes ago. He speaks up again, when you have one finger inside of you: "So that's what I interrupted in the bathrooom, hmm?"
You let another finger slide into you and not at his question. He's kissing your neck again, leaving a hickey where your neck meets your shoulder.
"Can you take another one?"
You're so wet, you're sure you can. It takes you by surprise when he slips one of his fingers into your pussy, pushing it against your own. It's so much, you almost cum from that alone. Your thighs are trembling but Thomas is pressing his thumb down on your clit. It doesn't hurt, it's careful, it just takes you by surprise so much that you don't cum. "Not yet, honey. After this your fingers you can come as often as you want to, I promised to make it good. Can you take this one as well for me?", he's nudging his nose against your ear.
"Yeah", you breath out.
He's sliding a second finger of his own into you and then you're both moving your fingers inside of you. Sometimes he's pressing his palm against your clit the tiniest bit. And you don't know up from down anymore, you are so close.
"I." He breaths against your ear. There's one light slap with his other hand against your butt, it doesn't hurt, it just tingles a little bit.
"Said." Another one.
"Don't." A slap against your right tigh.
"Cum." Another, slightly harsher, slap against your other thigh. It makes you wonder, how red he would get your skin if he would really try.
"That didn't hurt, did it?" You shake your head, it didn't, it only made you even more aware that he's there, that he's going to take care of you. "Good, you're such a good girl for me. I don't want to hurt you."
He pulls at your wrist and you let your fingers slip out, it has you sobbing into the pillow. Not for long as he takes two of his own narrow fingers to let them slide into you.
"How does that feel, tenerezza?" He bucks his hips against your thigh when you don't answer. "Can you tell me?"
"Good", you clutch your hands into the sheets, "god. It feels good. Warm ... and full. God, I feel so warm."
"That's it", he kisses your temple, moans, still pushing and pulling his fingers out, slightly scissoring two of them in you, as he did the last few minutes, "so good for me, telling me how good I make you feel."
You whimper when he carefully pulls his fingers out.
"Cazzo, mi fai venire così duro." You can make out, how he's getting out of his briefs behind you. You can feel him skin to skin, his pubic hair scratching against your skin. He probably hasn't shaved in a while, you don't mind it one bit - actually you like it. "Do I need a condom?"
"No", that's what you tell him, "just. Thom, please."
He gently and slowly pushes in, gives you time to breath in before fucking you with slow pointed thrusts. You can feel him stretch you out a little bit more than his fingers did, you feel blissed out, his arms are around you and you're feeling so small in his embrace but so safe. It does feel a little bit like coming home after a stressful day. Without a warning he pulls out slightly and pushes in faster, repeating the motion, until he pulls his dick out completely, pushing only the tip in again, fucking you like this. Your moans are loud and you know that these small little whimpers are coming from you. He's kissing your shoulders, moving his nose just against your neckline: "Take that off for me!"
In this moment, there's no way, you would say no to him. Once again. Just when your shirt hits the floor, he's on you again, pressing his nose between your shoulder blades. It's so sensual, it makes your body tingle more. With your movements, he slipped out of you completely. That's when you try to turn around. "What are you doing?", he asks.
"I want to see what you're doing, please, I want to see you."
"Turn over then." He kisses your shoulder blades a last time. You turn around and just when you hit the pillow again, he's going down on you. Licking the sweat from your stomach, sliding his tongue into your navel, then going further down. You're so on edge, you know it's not going to take you long and you are right. He only has to slip his tongue into you, putting pressure onto your clit with his nose. Bumping into it, nuzzling there slightly. It's all it takes.
"God, fuck." You tangle your hands into his hair, when you cum on his face.
He's kissing his way up again. Kissing your cheek, so sweetly - in contrast to the way he pushes into you again, a bit harder than before. And deeper, so much deeper, it makes you shiver. He grabs your chin. ""You wanted to watch, then watch, cara." The only thing you can do is mewl. "Is that still feeling good? You still feeling hot all over?"
"Yes. So deep." Thomas pulls out a little bit at that but you wrap your legs around his hips. "No, please. That was good."
When he pushes in again, you sob, he's raising an eyebrow.
"I can't remember when I had someone this deep in me, god." Or ever. You nestle your face under his armpit, slowly licking his body hair there, tasting the sweat on your tongue. He groans.
"But you're taking it so well for me. Such a good girl and you're making me feel so good too."
"God", you moan. You tangle your fingers into his hair again, his rhythm getting faster, meeting your hips. You kiss up his shoulder and his face is so close to you, you could count all his freckles, if you wanted to.
"If you say god one more time, I might have to get my ego checked after this."
You clench tightly around him, when you cum a second time. Sparks going through your body, he lets you ride it out, use him as you want to. He's panting, and you know that he's close as well when you're just coming down from your high. But instead of going slower as you expect him to, he picks up pace and is having you mewl in pleasure again.
"Feels good ...", he moans, "... when I fuck you like this?"
You nod, nestling your head under his arm again. It hits you, before you even see it coming and you cum another time and slightly bite into his skin. He cums as well, shivering, thrusting into you a few more times and after a few deep breaths, he's pulling out.
"You were so good for me, cara." He kisses the tip of your nose and you smile at him. His hands are everywhere, calming you down. Embracing you in a hug, kissing your face all over, telling you how good and beautiful and wonderful you were for him.
"Is this where you wanted it to go when you asked me to fake make out with you earlier?", your curiousity takes over.
"Wanting? Yeah. That's why I didn't hook up with anyone, I tried to seduce you, but it didn't work."
You laugh and he's rolling you both around, stroking your back, looking up at you. So gentle and soft.
Cute, sweet, beautiful Thomas. Who probably just fucked you into next week.
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"Cazzo, mi fai venire così duro." - "Fuck, you make me so goddamn hard."
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Happy ffwf! Is there a trope or motif that makes its way into all (or at least most) of your writing? Does it usually center around one character/ship/setting? If you want, share an example of it from a fic of yours. If not, is there a trope or motif you like to seek out when you're reading fiction (fanfic or published)?
generally speaking, readers are usually better at picking up on patterns and motifs in my writing than i am, but i do know that i expose myself in every zukaang fic where i touch on the push and pull between pleasure and pain.
using that to explore what ties these two together, what wins out, what doesn't, and in what context. especially because with my latest oneshots, i'm trying to explore them at different points in canon where their relationship is still fraught.
the only fic where i don't touch on this is paper flowers, my fluffiest, most wholesome zukaang fic.
it's sexy, your honor! and it also fits with my headcanons for these two really smoothly. i do stress the point about context though, because i've written canon and post-canon fics both, one with noncon elements and literal murder, many with grievous harm done by zuko to aang, some in which aang is underage, and some where the hurt is purely emotional. and the pain in each fic is not treated through the same lens.
this ship has got the range, babey.
in the undone and the divine:
Zuko almost laughs. Manic energy rises in him at this changed boy underneath him. He cannot name the urge, cannot place it, knows that it wants only to consume this beautiful thing that time has marred enough for him to comprehend. Inexorably, his hands drop to the scar on the Avatar's abdomen and he digs his thumb against it hard enough to hurt.
Grey eyes flutter and from the Avatar's mouth spills a sound—not quite a whimper and not quite a moan, but a transgression nonetheless and one that draws the breath from Zuko in an audible exhale. His is a cleaner, easier sound than the Avatar's private utterance, but even so, the boy must read something in him, must see the answering, monstrous wave that rises in Zuko and makes his mouth go dry, makes him want to rend the Avatar and with it, this feeling like falling.
in pocketful of stones:
The boy struggles like a typhoon barely contained until Zuko draws his other sword from the sheath and holds both to the boy's neck.
The cold steel stills his writhing. His breaths come harsh and wet under Zuko's bulk.
Zuko presses his knee to the boy's sternum until he flinches and in that moment of distracted pain, he drops his swords and secures the boy's wrists with the last piece of cloth. The boy draws in a labored breath as if he means to airbend even with the gag in place, and Zuko lunges to cover his mouth with his hand.
in after the flame, a pause:
It was one more wall between them broken down, and in its rubble, they surged against one another. Aang pushed Zuko against the desk, drawing a groan from him as his hip made contact with the wood. He imagined the bruise that would grow there, the way Zuko would graze his fingers against it tomorrow morning with the same look in his eyes as when hot water had snaked up his legs this morning.
They kissed and it was a relinquishing of thought. Zuko's breath grew labored as he desperately pushed his body against Aang's and patiently, Aang stayed the surge of Zuko's body, smoothing his hand down his side and applying the ghost of pressure against the bruise that grew under Zuko's clothes. A strangled groan spilled from the firebender's mouth, his face growing redder still as he pulled away to look at Aang.
in fabric of your flesh:
“I waited so long,” Zuko says against Aang’s open lips and exhales as if in a lover’s embrace. Flames lick the inside of Aang’s mouth. He can’t scream.
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Fanfic trope this or that 🥰
Tagged by @no-i-cant-decide thanks for the tag bestie!
found family or soulmates || slow burn or established but complicated || enemies-to-friends-to-lovers or best friends-to-lovers || love at first sight or get back together || morally grey character or unreliable narrator || sunshine character or sarcastic character || self-sacrificing or teamwork || fire-forged friends or childhood friends || description-heavy or dialogue-heavy || fluff or angst || high school au or college au || flower symbolism or color symbolism || hero from the start or reveal the hero near the end || body swap or gender swap || bed sharing or clothes sharing || magic au or human au || de-aged or future fic
Tagging literally anyone, feel free to do it if you want!
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Aieee I have some saimota art on the ready but I’m not sure if it’s enough to share if that makes sense UEOGIOVJDLDNVKVK. Can you (and other askers here) give me extra ideas on what to draw? :w:
Firstly, oFC ITS ENOUGH TO SHARE EXCUSE MEEEEEE
Whatever it is that you drew i already know its gorgeous and perfect and amazing, and more importantly, its enough!! Ur literally talking to someone who has saved stick figure drawings of Kaito bc they have his funky hair 💀 Whether you mean quantity or quality, just the fact you drew it is enough! 🥺
But if you need ideas, idm thinking of a few! Truthfully i suck at drawing so i dunno if these'll help but saimota:
Stargazing (im so original i know)
On a date somewhere cute like a coffee shop, the planetarium, a lil park, the beach, etc
In space (i often imagine saimota ((and oumota)) dancing among the stars/surrounded by stars and it does a number on my heart man)
Training (shuichi on kaito's back while he does push ups eh ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )
As lil kids (i luv the childhood best friends trope) or that thing that happens in fanfics where one of the characters gets turned back into a kid
Talentswap (cause imagine ultimate detective kaito 👁👄👁)
One of em falling asleep on the other
H u g g i n g o r holding h a n d s
It's not any holiday rn (i think) but matching costumes or matching christmas sweaters or exchanging valentines gifts 🥺
Clothes swap
Doing some cute activity like baking, playing games, reading, etc
I feel like none of these helped asdfghjkl im sorry 😂 if anyone has any drawing ideas for this fab artist feel free to throw em forward!
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Lee Minho// How to win over the Ice Prince
Stray Kids Christmas Series
Scenario: Every year, a big Christmas party was hosted at the palace of the Lee Family. But this year, a special guest seemed to attracted the cold-hearted prince’s eye.
Genre: Fluff/ slight angst
Tropes: Strangers to lovers | Royal!AU
Pairing: Prince!Lee Minho X Lady!Reader (Knight’s daughter)
Word count: 10,3K
Warning: This little guide will be divided in 10 steps and a fanfic story.
“Y/n, c’mon. We’re invited to that party! Besides, I thought you and prince Jisung were friends?” Your father sighed as he tried to hand over your ball gown.
“He is, but we’re always attending these posh parties. They are getting old.” You whined.
“And so am I, you should find yourself a nice young man and get settled.”
“Dad, we’ve talked about this. I’m not looking for a relationship.” You sighed whilst looking at your father sadly.
It’s been almost five years, since your mother had passed away. It was on the twenty-third of December, which made Christmas time quite hard for you. She had caught a terrible illness that made her skin lose all of its pigment, her eyes would visibly be unfocused and her throat eventually got so swollen that it made her suffocate in her sleep. Your father and you were devastated, especially since your father’s work finally had worked out for the family and he had became a knight. He had saved a village from a rival kingdom. He had saved many lives and sadly your mother wasn’t there to enjoy the wealth that your father had earned.
You didn’t live a luxurious life before your father became a knight. You lived in a small hut in the middle of the woods. You were home-schooled by your mother who was a teacher before she had you. They gave you everything, since you were their only child and they cherished your dearly.
You felt bad for your father at times. He was lonely and getting older and you obviously weren’t always going to be there for him and be able to care for him. That would be one of the reasons why you weren’t with anyone and besides that, guys weren’t that attracted to you since you were very fierce and independent. Many guys you knew wanted a girl who played damsel in distress and you know that wasn’t you.
Your father had always taught you how to survive on your own, even when you are terrible low on supplies.
And now here you were, because your dad’s a hero, you had to attend these stupid, meaningless parties. The elite had nothing better to do with their live, other than spending their money on things, was something you’ve noticed through time as you had gone to multiple of these parties.
Hours later you had arrived at the palace of the Han family. When you met Jisung for the first time your dad had just saved the village and you were still very knew to the fact that you were living in the spotlight. Jisung was kind enough to welcome you into this new world. He showed you around the palace, he wanted a new friend and that’s what you became eventually. The Han family were the one’s who made your father a knight and he was happy to serve them since they were very good to you. They gave you a big piece of land with a great house where you two could live comfortably.
You were very thankful for him and you repaid him with your friendship. He told you that he was well quite lonely, yes, he did have a brother and his animals. But his brother was always off to do crown prince duties and his animals weren’t always having Jisung’s shit.
Jisung found it a little challenging at the beginning of your friendship, but it quickly turned out to be a great one when the two of you got out of your shells.
Jisung also had this friend Minho, he was the crown prince of the Lee family’s kingdom. They were one of the most powerful kingdoms besides the Bang family’s and the Kim’s family. Minho was an only child, just like you and it kind of showed. He was antisocial, didn’t know how to share or how to interact to other people. Jisung didn’t know how he got Minho to open up to him, but he did. Minho was known as a coldheartedly prince who rejected almost everyone who tried to get close to him. His past girlfriends tried to loosen him up and melt his heart, but it didn’t seem to work. They told everyone that he was a problematic know-it-all, who didn’t seemed like he cared about anything.
You met Minho a couple of times and you gladly believed his past girlfriends. When you were introduced to him, you hoped that he would open up eventually like Jisung did, but when it came to Minho, he didn’t. He didn’t even bother to look you in the eye when you politely bowed to him. You saw him roll his eyes before passing you.
“Trust me, he’s kinder that he seems.” Jisung tried to convince you at first, you wanted to see it for yourself, but Minho didn’t seem to be any different from how his ex-girlfriends made him look like.
Step one: Don’t let him walk over you
You were talking with Jisung when the guards had announced that the Lee family had arrived. Minho had his head held up high as he made his way through the room. Your father quickly went to your side as you were introduced as usual to the family. His parents nodded kindly after you bowed, Minho on the other hand just scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“Don’t think that you’re special.” He muttered under his breath, but you heard him
“I don’t care what you think of me, but my father is a hard-working man if you aren’t able to see that or acknowledge that, you must be blind or simply not very bright.” Your harsh tone and words horrified your father who quickly apologises to the Lee family. You in the mean time had walked off, leaving Jisung chuckling and Minho speechless, as well as his parents. You left an impression and he didn’t know what to do with it.
He had seen you around, he had seen you talk and laugh with Jisung at parties, but that would be it. He wasn’t going to lie when he thought that you seemed like a gold digger, someone who wanted to live higher up. But you standing up for your father like that against a royal family without hesitation gave of a powerful vibe that you held.
Minho had his eyes on you for the rest of the night. You thought he did so he could plan his revenge on you for humiliating him in public, so you decided to avoid him at all costs and stay close to Jisung. Since they were friends too and he could protect you from Minho, who fortunately for you had a soft spot for the squirrel-like boy.
You were laughing and messing around with Jisung as you judged people’s outfits.
“That woman looks like a walking bird.” You whispered to your friend as a woman with a feathered dress walked pass.
“Shut up she’ll hear you!” Jisung laughed.
“The swans are quaking.” You laughed.
“More like quacking.” Jisung whispered, making you wheeze.
“Jisung stop-“
“’Where the frick is that bitch who got my clothes- there she is what’s up ducker!’” Jisung and you were now laughing your asses off, receiving a weird look form the swan lady, making the two of you laugh even harder.
All of the sudden Minho was stood in front of the two of you. You sighed at the fact that your fun moment with Jisung was now ruined and you excused yourself from the two before walking off.
“What’s up with her?” Minho asked his good friend as he gave him a drink.
“Nothing much, why?”
“Well, she doesn’t seem to really like me.”
“That doesn’t really surprise me, you aren’t the nicest to her.” Jisung tried to explain.
“What do you mean?” Minho says in confusion.
“Oh my God you don’t even see it.” Jisung laughed feeling dumbfounded.
Minho laughed along, but still feeling confused.
“What is it?” He asked Jisung.
“You’re just a dick to her, she also doesn’t know why. We’ve known each other now for years. She thought that you would open up after a while.”
“You know how I am with new people.”
“I know, but c’mon Minho. Five years, you’ve known her for five years. Also, what makes you so interested in her all of the sudden?” Jisung smirked whilst wiggling his eyebrows.
“Nothing special, she just left an impression?”
“What? Her putting you in your place did?” Jisung laughed, receiving a punch in his arm from his friend.
“Shut up. I was planning on inviting her to our annual Christmas party.” Minho admitted.
“Oh, I don’t think that would be the greatest idea.” Jisung said.
“Why so.”
“You really need to listen when she’s talking bro.” Jisung sighed before explaining to Minho that you had lost someone dear around Christmas time and that celebrating it was very difficult for you.
“I could be good for them? I don’t know, you will be there.”
“Why are you so interested in her? Are you starting to crush on her or something?”
“What no, I don’t- my mom’s calling me. See you later.” Minho stuttered before walking off.
You were at home, a few days after the party, your father was decorating the Christmas tree whilst you were working in the garden to get some fresh vegetables for supper. You suddenly heard your father call for you and when you got back inside you heard someone ride away on a horse and your father was holding an envelope. It looked like an invite, but you didn’t recognise the wax stamp.
Your father did and opened the letter excitedly.
‘… you are invited to the annual Christmas ball at the palace of the royal Lee family.” You looked at your dad in shock.
“Why would they invite us?” You ask your dad in shock and confusion.
“I don’t know, especially since you insulted the young prince.”
“He was the one who insulted you dad, you didn’t deserve to be disrespected like that. You’ve worked too hard for that. Which is why I’m not going.”
“Don’t be crazy. You are supposed to come with me. It literally says our names.” He laughed, making you smile slightly.
“It’s a Christmas party though dad.” You muttered. He sighed softly before walking closer to you.
He hugged you tightly as he spoke.
“I know this time of the year is hard for you. It is for the both of us. But your mother loved Christmas and I think that she would want us to still celebrate it with her still living in our hearts.”
“I get it dad, but it’s hard and I miss her. It will take me some time.”
“I know sweety.”
“But if you really want to go, then I will come with you.” You said, making your dad smile brightly.
“Will you hold yourself back at the Christmas party for me?”
“If Minho will act normal than maybe.”
“We can work with that.”
In the meantime was Jisung at Minho’s place. He came over because he was bored and because he wanted to hang out, instead he was stuck with Minho and his little fashion show
“I thought we were going for a ride.”
“Sorry Sung, I have to fit my Christmas outfit. You know how my parents can be when they aren’t in control of every little thing, I do in my fucking life.”
“Sir-“
“I’m not even sorry.” He said bluntly to the maid.
“C’mon we usually ditch out for stuff like this.” Jisung groans as he laid back on Minho’s bed.
“I know, I just feel different about all of this now.”
“Why, because Y/n is coming?”
Minho didn’t respond to Jisung’s remark, making him gasp loudly.
“Ladies can you come back later, I have to talk to Jisung.” Minho ordered sternly, making them bow politely before rushing out of the room.
“It is about Y/n, isn’t it?” Jisung gasped once again.
“Listen, I don’t know why I’m being like this, okay?”
“Oh my God, you’re in love with her. This is so sad!” Jisung cried dramatically.
“W-why- how- wait.”
“This is a one-sided love-“
“Will you quit it already you doofus! I’m not in love with her!” Minho groans.
“Then why are you making this such a big deal then?”
“You’re the one who’s literally making a big deal out of this!” Minho scoffed.
“Just tell me are you in love-“
“Let’s go for a ride!” Minho cut off his friend before grabbing him by the arm and dragging him outside.
The two went on a ride with their horses and went to the beach, which was covered in snow since it was the middle of winter. Minho had brought some food and drinks along with them as the two of them sat on a stump.
“Do you think she would like the party?” Minho asked his friend carefully.
“You really are worried, aren’t you?” Jisung chuckled.
“I honestly am. I don’t know why, after all I don’t know her that well. I mean you do, but she already hates me.”
“You want her to not hate you?” Jisung questioned.
“I mean, I guess it would be nice to know a girl who doesn’t talk shit about you.” Minho spat bitterly.
“Just try to be nicer to her, she’s really great.”
“If she’s so great then why won’t you date her?” Minho said in a mocking tone.
“Are you jealous now? I would never steal your crush from you.” Jisung joked, before ending up in the snow because Minho pushed him off the stump.
“Just help me please.” Minho groans.
“Alright, I will then. Just begin with being nice to her. Like at the party, begin from then on.”
“I’ll try.”
Step two: talk back
It was a few weeks before the Christmas party, but there was a gathering where you father needed to be. There was a meeting about the security of the kingdom and about the new strategies they had come up with for the army.
That left Minho, Jisung and you alone in the living room of his place. The air was tense and the looks that exchanged between the three of you were awkward. You had a book in your hands whilst Minho and Jisung were chatting away.
“Y/n, why don’t you join us, you’re so boring.” Minho teased. You looked up from your book and raised your eyebrow, unamused obviously. Whilst rolling your eyes you focussed your attention back on your book.
“C’mon Y/n, don’t be such a stuck up.” Minho added with a smirk.
“You literally have all year to be a jerk, why don’t you take today off?”
“Pardon?”
“What? Got a trouble with someone telling you the truth.”
“Listen up vile woman, you know nothing. Why don’t you take your average looks outside and leave us alone.”
“Look, your face might be good-looking, but we really should put a bag over your personality, because let me tell you something. It isn’t pretty.” You sneered, throwing the book on the side table and standing up.
“Did your mother teach you to speak with such a foul mouth.” You shot back around and stormed your way back to Minho. He had realised what he just said, he forgot that he couldn’t make such jokes with you and he knew he was going to pay for it.
“Listen up you bastard. I don’t care who you are or who the fuck you think you are. You do not talk about my mother in any way. You have no right, understood? Never mention her again. So you better Shut your mouth or I’ll kick your teeth down your throat and I’ll shut it for you.” You threatened as you gripped Minho by the collar and pulled him up to your level as you stared deadly into his eyes.
The guards saw the whole scene happen and finally realised that they should help the crown prince.
“Lady Y/n, I think it’s time to go.” One of the guards say as he was about to escort you out.
“I think so too.” You shot a glare at Jisung who kept quite the entire time, not even trying to defend you or whatever. You thought he was better than that, but you guessed you thought wrong. Minho was his best friend after all so you didn’t blame him.
Jisung sighed after you had left the room and groaned. Minho felt guilty already.
“I thought you liked her?” Jisung whisper yelled as Minho ran his hand through his hair.
“I-I don’t know why I am like this.”
“You really need some help man.” Jisung sighed.
“That’s why you need to help me.”
“She literally hates me right now. I should’ve stood up for her, but I was too shocked by your dumb action. This won’t make her like you, you know?”
“I am well aware of that, thank you very much.” Minho sighed as he dropped himself back on the sofa.
“The reason why she snapped this badly at you and why she doesn’t like Christmas anymore, is because her mother passed away on the twenty-third of December, this year it would be five years ago.” Minho hid his face in his hands and groaned at how stupid he had been. He felt like absolute shit and he wanted nothing more than to step into a hole and be buried into the ground.
“You didn’t know-“
“I should’ve! You did! I need to stop joking around like this.” He sighed.
Minho started to grow a soft spot for you, something he hadn’t done in a long time. Not because he pitied you, but because you were so strong and stood up for the people who you loved when they couldn’t do it for themselves. He could admire that and he wanted to make it up to you. He also doesn’t know how deep he was when it came to falling for you, but he felt like he was already in deep.
After that mortifying day, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He had people gathering information, in a non-creepy way, about the things that you liked and what your hobbies were. He would try to inform himself about the hobbies and make sure that your favourite things were at the party. He wanted nothing more than to make it up to you. He felt like he wanted to begin a relationship with you. He didn’t care if you would end up being just his friend, you were different and he liked that. You stood up for what you believed and he could respect that. He just felt like an idiot for realising that too late.
Step three: Show him your worth
Days had gone by rather quickly and you hadn’t bothered to speak to Jisung. You really were upset with him. It was the day of the Christmas party and your father had convinced you once again to join him to the party.
“Are you really going to leave your old man alone at a party, with way too many people?” You hated it when he played this card with you, he knew that you cared way too much for him. You always wanted to make sure that he was alright, so you went with him.
You wore a beautiful ball gown that your father had bought for you with the money he had saved up in a month of hard working. He did some extra jobs to get extra money to buy you a brand-new dress in such a short time. You didn’t wanted him to spend this much money on you and insisted on paying at least half of the gown.
The colour of your dress matched the Christmas spirit, the rich Bordeaux colour popped lovely on your skin tone and the glitter that was processed into the dress was glistering beautifully in the lights that the chandeliers provided. You had never been at the palace of the Lee family. You were quite nervous and you wished Jisung was here to guide you through it. Even though some time had passed, you just wanted Jisung to make the first step to apologise.
You head your head high that night. You looked absolutely stunning and you knew it. And so did the guests at the party. When you walked were announced with your dad on your side, looking almost as handsome as he did on his wedding day with your mother, you walked down with a pokerfaced. You felt proud when the guard listed off the great things your father had accomplished whilst rescuing the village and the rest of his servings to the royal family. Not bothering to look at Jisung or Minho when bowed for his parents. His eyes wouldn’t leave your figure as you walked by with glory. His heart was beating fast and his mind was blurry, he felt like the only thing he could see and think about was you.
He looked at Jisung, he could read off Minho’s face the panic and nervousness. Jisung felt nervous as well, you were a great friend of his and he didn’t wanted this to end, because Minho had fucked up. He sighed and tried to calm himself down, the party literally just begun and he hadn’t even spoken to you yet. The music had started and your father had left you for a second to catch up with some people. You were in the mean time looking around at the people as they were dancing, chatting and having a good time.
Jisung was gathering his courage to talk to you, he knew you wouldn’t hesitate to cut him off and pretend you had never known him. You didn’t care who he was or what kind of a status he had and you proved that with dissing Minho in public. You could’ve gotten thrown into jail and it surprised you that you weren’t yet.
Jisung had found his way through the crowd to you. You sipped on your drink as you ignored him when he said hi. After a while he noticed that his plan wasn’t working so he just dragged you outside.
“You look pretty.” He complimented.
“I know.” You responded.
Jisung started to rant about how much of a bad friend he was for not standing up for you as you just stared and listened to him. It was a little vile to let him feel bad when you were pretty much over this whole thing already.
You told him that it was fine and gave the poor distressed boy a hug. He was relieved that you forgave him, but he questioned how you felt about Minho after all.
“Well, he fucked up. He could’ve had me around, his loss not mine.” You shrugged before going back inside, because well it was freezing.
At the rest of that moment Minho started to try and get your attention, by sending you drinks that his guard would deliver. He would try and get people to talk to you who would then try to bring you to himself. You wouldn’t fall for it, making Minho groan a little in frustration as he sat on his throne beside his parents.
“Minho, why aren’t you looking for a partner at this lovely party. You’re twenty and you still single. You know you will be taking over the crown soon.” His mother states, making Minho roll his eyes as he was still focussed on you. He didn’t notice his mother standing up and walking up to greet some people. His dad tried to have the same conversation with his son, but Minho decided to stand up and make his way to Jisung.
“They’re starting again huh?” Jisung chuckles as he offered Minho a drink. Minho hummed in responds whilst taking the drink gladly.
“So, how is Y/n doing?” Minho asked carefully.
“Well, she’s doing great. She forgave me.” Jisung said.
“She didn’t forgave me, did she?”
“Nope.”
Minho got it though. He looked at you once again and saw how beautiful you looked. You were laughing and talking to different people and it made him a little envious of them. He just wished that he hadn’t been such a dick to you, things could’ve been different. Maybe you would’ve liked him and the two of you would be together.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the king and queen would like to announce something.” The announcer called through the room as the music stopped abruptly. Minho looked at his parents in confusion, which quickly turned into shock when they announced that they had found a possible bride for him.
He didn’t sign up for this.
“…we think that miss Gwynn Hayden would be the best candidate for this. Therefore, we invite her to live with us to get to know our son better and begin a relationship that will unite our kingdoms together in the end.” Minho almost spit out his drink and handed his glass to Jisung who looked at his friend in shock. Minho made his way to his parents, when he tried to talk his father stopped him from doing so.
“Don’t stop this Minho, there’s nothing you can do.” He said to his son.
“Yes I can. This is about my life.”
“This is about our kingdom, stop being selfish.” Minho felt distressed and like he couldn’t breathe. He looked at the people who were staring at him, you made eye contact with him and you saw the overwhelming of emotions washing over him and you felt bad. As Minho looked you into the eye, he had an idea. He stepped in front of his mother and started to speak, even though he was told to be quite by both of his parents.
“I will go through with the idea of princess Hayden staying and living with us, but I want lady Y/n to be there as well.” Minho said, shocking the whole room. This time making you almost spit out your drink.
“Excuse me, what for?”
“I heard that miss Y/n has great life teachings and I would love to learn more about them.” You knew what he was doing and so was Minho of course.
‘Little shit.’ You thought to yourself before walking outside. Fresh air was something you needed right now to clear your mind.
Step 4: talk to him
You had been living in the Lee family’s palace for a day now and you tried your hardest to avoid Minho.
“Please just let me talk to you.” Minho almost begged as he followed you around. You kept silent as you made your way to the garden where you just wanted to enjoy your tea in quite and peace whilst enjoying the snow.
“Y/n.” He repeated your name like a little child who wanted attention from his parent. You put your tea down and sighed as you looked at him.
“What do you want Minho?”
“I want to apologise.” His words caught you of guard, but not really. You thought that he was going to make a stupid comment like he did the other day, you wanted to see where this was going.
“I genuinely wanted to apologise for acting like a fool the other day. Jisung had told me about you and your family, he didn’t say anything bad I promise, I wanted to get to know you better and I know I should’ve talked to you when it’s about you, but I was dumb. I can’t reason why I am so dumb, but I really want to change- why are you laughing.”
“I enjoy you calling yourself dumb.” You grinned in amusement.
“I am very dumb, I’m glad you’re laughing, but I feel like shit.” Minho pouted. You smiled at him and turned to him.
“You indeed are dumb and it really hurt what you said to me the other day. I forgive you though, since I’ve heard that you usually never apologise to people, so I kind of feel special.” You grinned.
‘Am I going soft for him?’ You asked yourself.
‘Maybe.’
Did you mind?
Apparently not.
“Does that mean we’re friends now?”
“Hold your horses icy, I didn’t even know you at first. Let’s just say that we’re good right now.”
“Good.”
“May I ask you something?” You said in a serious matter.
“Yes?”
“Why did you really ask me to stay at the palace with you?”
“Well, honestly. I wanted to talk to you and this seemed like a good and right now the only way, so I took the chance and seized it.” He laughed, making you wheeze slightly.
“Well you’ve talked to me, so now what?”
“My parents want me to get cute and close to this girl who I don’t even know and expect me to marry her. I wasn’t even thinking about marriage yet. I didn’t even know they were going to announce that shit at the party as well. And tonight we’re supposed to have a dinner date and I’m not looking forward to it. I just want to sneak out and I don’t know do anything else.”
“Have your parents always been like this?” You asked him.
“As long as I can remember.” He sighed.
Step 5: Show him a different aspect of things
“Maybe they just want the best for you?”
“If they really want that, shouldn’t they let me decide my own life choices.”
“They should, but I bet they have great intentions-“
“I really don’t want to talk about this right now.” He sighs.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered as you saw how uncomfortable he suddenly got.
“No, no. It’s not you. It’s just a sensitive subject for me to talk about. Let’s go do something. I want my mind to focus on different stuff. Got anything in mind?”
“Well, there is this winter market in the Highbreach village-“
“Let’s go there, I have horses. Let’s go right now!”
“But you’re buffet-“
“I have to get changed first, c’mon!”
“Wait what-“ You were cut off once again by Minho dragging you with him to his room, you were panicked because you didn’t know what he was up to. When the both of you entered his room you were greeted by three little cats. You started to coo at them immediately as they came up to check you, the stranger, out. Minho looked at you shocked, making you look at him back in confusion.
“What?” You asked.
“They like you?”
“Yeah, I guess?” You laughed as you continued to pet the cats who purred in delight.
“They don’t like anybody, except me I guess.”
“Wow, I feel honoured.” You cooed to the cats as you scratched them behind their ears, making Minho laugh. He quickly remembered that he needed to change. When he came back you looked at him funny, he wore a blouse with a thick jacket over it, making him look like a regular person. He looked handsome as usual and you were happy that you got to see a different side of him. It was quite unusual to see a prince in regular, everyday clothes.
“Shall we go?”
“Yes.”
At the winter market, that was about forty minutes away, well ten minutes away from your house, but Minho’s palace was in a whole different kingdom, so the ride was a little longer that you thought.
“We didn’t had to come here you know? You’re going to miss-“
“I don’t mind. It’s boring anyway, besides I would have to sit there with a princess who I don’t even know, being expected to fall in love with her just like that.” Minho sighed.
“I don’t even like Christmas dinners, they are usually filled with people who are bragging about their lives and achievements. Telling others how much wealth they had and well you get it, rich people talk basically. There always had to be someone better than the other, I’m not into that you know.” He added.
You looked at him and simply took his hand as you led him to the market. He was quite as he enjoyed the moment of affection. When you stopped walking, he looked at around in awe. There were tables spread out on the streets. Lanterns and fires were made for warmth. The people of the village sat together, sharing food and stories. You looked up to him and smiled.
“What is this?” He whispered, still adoring the view in front of him.
“This is my Christmas.” You responded, receiving a surprised look from Minho.
“Years ago, when my mother was still alive, I was a little girl at the time, since our family was small and she loved having people over, she came up with this idea of spending Christmas with the entire village. Ever since, it has been a kind of tradition. There aren’t really presents involved, but there is good food and live music. We would all dance together and sing along with one another, it’s one of the reasons why my mother loved Christmas so much. And it was one of the reasons why my father loves my mother so much, she wanted to spread joy and kindness with others and well it worked out. See it for yourself.” Minho had a small smile resting on his face as he looked at you. You were talking about your family with so much love, it was really heart-warming to him.
Suddenly he was standing alone and looked around where you had headed to, he saw you running towards an adult man, who happened to be your father.
“Y/n! My child! What are you doing here?” He sang cheerfully at the sight of you.
“Minho wanted to sneak out, so we went here.” You explained, before looking to Minho and signing to him to walk over to where they were.
“Good day sir.” Minho said politely.
“Your Majesty-“
“Please call me Minho. I’m a little undercover.” Minho quickly explained in a soft voice. Your dad understood and bowed slightly as a form of respect.
“Sit down, there’s enough for everyone.” You father offered, which you and Minho gladly accepted.
“I hope the food tastes good, it’s probably not as great as the food you have at home, isn’t it Minho?” Your father chuckled nervously as Minho ate a bite from the beef and the mashed potatoes that were brought in front of him.
“It’s delicious.” Minho assured him with a smile.
The evening went on and Minho enjoyed every second of being in your home village. After eating you went to the market part of the village, where you could buy almost everything. The two of you came across costumes for pets and you decided to buy some for his cats, since you didn’t had a pet of your own.
“You don’t have to do that right?”
“I know, but I want to. They would look adorable on them.” You giggled after you had paid for them.
Minho couldn’t take his eyes of you that night. He saw how much you had lighten up around these people, compared to how you were at royal parties where he often saw you. But he understood why, the same reason why he didn’t wanted to go to his family Christmas buffet. People at those kinds of parties were always up to something else. Minho had learned that in this village, things go different. There wasn’t a competition in between people, they weren’t striving for being better than the other. Here they were there for each other and Minho admired that.
It was getting late and the two of you were about to head home to the palace. Before that, you went to your father to say goodbye to him. You hugged him tightly and exchanged some sweet words as you said your goodbyes.
“Your mother would be so proud of you.” He whispered, before kissing the top of your head and waving you goodbye as you started your journey back with Minho by your side.
After the two of you had arrived back at the palace, you sneaked through a secret passage, Minho had found, back to his room without anybody noticing. You would dress the cats in the little costumes and coo at their cuteness.
The night ended quickly and you were tired, so you said goodnight to Minho.
“Thank you by the way. If it wasn’t for you, I couldn’t have spend Christmas with my dad.” You admitted softly before heading out.
“It was my pleasure.” Minho muttered back as he watched you leave.
When you had left, he fell back on his bed and sighed deeply. The day was great and he couldn’t be happier, but he still felt sad somehow. A scene popped into his mind as he had closed his eyes for a second, where you were smiling brightly to him as the two of you were having dinner at your village.
He smiled at the scene that now was a memory. He felt sad that that moment now was a memory, he wished he could be in that moment forever. He had never felt such joy. It made him wish that he never was born a prince, but born as a regular boy, who wasn’t expected to live up to certain expectations.
He almost jumped out of his skin when his door was slammed open, scaring the cats as well, making them run around in stress.
“Where have you been.” His father’s voice boomed through the room whilst he stomped through it.
“Somewhere-“
“You know we had a family buffet, right?”
“Yes-“
“And that we had been looking all over the place for you?”
“Probably-“
“Don’t get fucking smart with me young man.”
“You’re the one who’s asking the dumb questions.” Minho whispered under his breath.
“Excuse me?” His father snapped.
“Nothing-“
“Where were you?” His father asked again.
Minho sighed and sat up to face his dad who looked absolutely stressed out.
“If you will stop cutting me off, I’ll tell you where I was.” His father sighed and crossed his arms whilst looking at his son with a rather irritated look on his face.
“I was outside.” Minho simply said. He wasn’t lying though.
“Listen here. I know you sneaked out. The horses were gone smart ass. Were you with miss Y/n perhaps? She was gone as well all day, just like you. Must be a coincident, right?” His father said sarcastically. Minho gulped loudly, he was dragging you into his mess and that wasn’t supposed to happen.
His father could ruin everything for you and Minho knew how hard you and your father had worked to live a decent life.
Before he could speak up again, he was cut off by his father’s ranting for the umpteenth time that night.
“… and the princess had been waiting for you all night! She had dressed up and made herself look beautiful for you…”
‘Y/n, would never do that.’ Minho thought to himself.
And you wouldn’t. You weren’t looking for people to like you by you acting pretty. Yes, you were looking for a reaction the other day at the Christmas party yesterday, but that was because Minho had been an arse and you wanted to show him what he was missing. And well he took the hint and went for it to make it up to you.
“…she looked bored out of her mind and you weren’t there to entertain her-“
“Hold up, I’m not someone’s babysitter. She’s a grown woman, right? Can’t she entertain herself and talk to other people?” Minho scoffed at the ridiculous statement his father had dropped into the conversation.
“You need to know what to focus on, this isn’t a game Minho. You need to focus all of your attention, well what’s left of it on the princess, who you are going to marry. Get to know her and build a relationship so you two can become a good pair to rule the kingdom-“
“I don’t want to marry her. I never did! You and mother didn’t even ask me about my opinion about this-“
“Because you don’t have a say into this! And that’s period!” The king was furious at this point and left the room with the door crashing against its frame, scaring yet again Minho and his cats. The prince sighed and laid himself down again, he closed his eyes and wanted to remember the happier moments of that day.
And those moments were you.
In the meantime you were in your guest room, getting changed with the help of a maid who helped you setting up a bath.
“How was your day lady Y/n?” She asked.
“It was fun! Call me Y/n by the way, I’m nothing more than a regular girl with a blessed life.” You smiled kindly.
“I get why the prince is very fond of you.” The maid chuckled as she helped you cleaning up your clothes.
“How come?” You asked her curiously.
“Well, you may have heard that our prince is usually known for being cold hearted, to be a heartbreaker or even very icy. Ever since you have been in the picture he seems to have changed.” She explains.
“Please tell me more.” You asked again, making her laugh slightly.
“At parties, he seemed livelier and more excited when he knows that you will be there, he always asks for the guest list to every party his family attends. He never liked parties, but suddenly he cared about his appearances for these parties, that’s when we started to notice that little changes about him.”
“We?” You asked her, whilst she helped you with your nightdress.
“The other maids and I, even the guards-“ She was cut off by a loud knocking, that was more like pounding, on the door.
“Miss Y/n, you are expected at the king’s office immediately.” The guard calls from the other side of the door. You and the maid shared a confused look, before you grabbed a robe and made your way to the office with the guard walking in front of you.
“You were expecting me?” You say quietly with a bow as you stood in front of the king.
“I don’t know it you know what you’re doing, but you need to stop this little game immediately.” The king almost hissed harshly.
“Excuse me?” You frowned in confusion.
“Don’t play your little mind games with me, miss Y/n. I know what you’ve done with my son and I won’t risk you having playing those tricks on other members of the palace.” He scoffed, not even looking to you.
“Sire, I really don’t know what you’re talking about-“
“You know Minho is about to be engaged to princess Hayden, right?”
“Yes, but-“
“Then you know enough. You should not interfere into royal businesses miss Y/n, you could get yourself in trouble and I bet that you and your father wouldn’t want that.”
You wanted to talk back to him, but right now the king was the one with the power and you knew better than to let your mouth run at this moment.
“No, we would not sire.”
“Good, then I expect you to leave, first thing in the morning and to not return to this palace. Am I understood?”
“Yes sire.” You said before bowing and leaving the room immediately, leaving the king smiling in satisfaction because once again he got his way, at least he thought.
When you had arrived back at your room Minho was waiting in front of it and it looked like he was about to walk away so you quietly called out for him. He turned around in shock and smiled when he saw you.
“What are you doing out here? I thought you were asleep?” He chirps.
“I-I was getting a drink from the kitchen.” You lied.
“Why wouldn’t you call the maids, they could’ve brought it for you.”
“No, I wouldn’t bother them with such a small thing, besides I’m capable of walking myself, aren’t I?” You joked, playing the whole situation off.
“What are you doing out here anyway? It’s late.” You asked him.
“I was bored and you’re the least boring person here, so seems pretty logical to me to come to you for entertainment.” He wiggles his eyebrows as he said that.
“Don’t try anything pretty boy, nothing is going to happen in there.” You chuckled before giving him a friendly push as you two entered your bedroom.
After some time together, once again, you noticed Minho being a little gloomier than earlier today. He seemed a little like his old self and you didn’t like seeing him off and uncomfortable. You were definitely not going to tell him about the kings words towards you.
In the mean time Minho thought the same thing. He wasn’t going to tell you the harsh things his father had said about you behind your back. He just wanted to spend some time with you and feel happy, even if it was just a moment.
Step 6: Use playful words
You teased him later that night for being kind of like a cat mom, which he laughed loudly at.
“I would rather be a cat mom and adopt twenty cats than marry someone I barely know.” He joked, but it has a sense of truth and the both of you knew it.
Minho had been resting his head on your thighs as he laid down. You didn’t mind, you enjoyed the moment as much as he did and you didn’t wanted it to end.
He was doing something to you, but you couldn’t describe what it was, but after spending hours together you for sure knew that you wanted more. And before the two of you knew it, it was already five in the morning. The sun would be rising at six and Minho offered to go and wait for the sunrise. You contemplated his request, but eventually agreed to it and walked with Minho to a place where the two of you could watch it together.
Step 7: show him the good in people
Even though the two of you had stayed up all night, you didn’t felt tired. At least not around him. You came across an old man who lived in a cabin in the woods, he had trouble with carrying the wood back inside, making him fall onto his knees. You rushed to his side and helped him up without hesitation, especially since Minho was around as well.
“Are you okay sir?” You asked as the man tried to get back on his feet.
“I am, but I need to get this wood back inside, my wife is sick and the fire is about to go out.” He sighs tiredly.
“Let us help you sir, we can relight the fire quicker if we help.” Minho also rushed your way to help carrying the wood inside.
After quickly helping the couple, they offered you a piece of cake, which was everything they had. You couldn’t accept it and told them that it was no problem. The man insisted to and you couldn’t refuse the second time, you accepted the gift and said goodbye to them before the pair of you kept walking again to the place that Minho wanted to show you.
You were just in time when you arrived at a cliff that viewed out onto the kingdom. The sun peaked out from the mountain tops as it rose. As you watched the sunrise, the two of you sat on a tree stomp together, his arm subtly behind you as you two enjoyed the moment together. Little did Minho know that this would be one of the last moments together. You had planned in your head, as soon as Minho was back in his room, you would quickly pack your stuff and go home.
“Thank you for showing a different side of humanity that I didn’t believe actually existed.” He told you with a smile.
After the sky turned from pink to blue the two of you decided that it was time to go back home. Minho looked at you as you stood up first to stretch, but you tripped and stumbled almost towards the edge clumsily. Minho’s reflexes quickly kicked in and grabbed your wrist and pulled you harshly towards him, causing the two of you to collide and fall onto the ground. He held you tightly as you laid in the snow, the both of you breathing unsteadily and quickly as your heart raced. You thanked him as you held him even tighter, making Minho gulp loudly and hoping that you couldn’t feel his heart pounding for you.
When you two arrived back at the palace, Minho said his goodbye to you, not knowing that you would be leaving before you rushed to you guestroom. You dumped everything into your bag and hurried out the door. You hesitated at a moment, you wanted to see Minho for one last time, but you couldn’t risk the king ruining your dad’s and your life.
Step 8: Accept fate
So, you left just like that.
Minho woke up hours later, caused by the maid who was the one who woke him up. She told him that he needed to get ready for his date with the princess. He groaned and got up to wash up. He was still tired from staying up all night, but it was all worth it to him.
When he got back, dressed up and clean, he asked the maid if you were awake yet. She looked at him in shock.”
“Majesty, don’t you know? She’s gone?” She says carefully.
“What do you mean she’s gone?” Minho blurt out.
“She left the palace this morning majesty, didn’t you know?”
Minho’s head was spinning. How could you leave without saying goodbye? He thought you two were having a great time. It all felt surreal and he didn’t really know what to do. He felt like he was malfunctioning and it was all because you weren’t present around him. The prince stormed out of his bedroom and went on the search for his father. When he finally found him after storming through the palace for a good twenty minutes he lashed out on his father.
“What have you told Y/n!” Minho yelled. The king simply sighed and went on with whatever he was doing. Minho shoved the papers off his father’s desk and placed his hands harshly onto it.
“Tell me!” He yelled once again.
“You don’t have to worry about her, you should focus on the princess remember.”
“I don’t care about that stupid girl, I want to know what you told Y/n and where she is!”
*Hours before*
The king followed you outside and stopped your tracks for a moment.
“Remember, you don’t belong in this life. Minho is and will never be yours. You’re simply not good enough to be royalty material. I’m glad that you listened to my words and leave miss Y/n, I had expected something different. My guards will make sure you arrive home safely and not return, like we agreed, right?”
You had simply nodded and bowed, trying to hold back your tears as you were escorted out.
“Can you take me to the palace of the Han family?” You asked the guard sadly.
“Miss, I’m sorry I was ordered to bring you home.”
“I live in their kingdom and I really want to see my friend.” Your voice cracked whilst talking.
“Miss-“
“Please?” You cried softly, he looked at you with pity and sighing before agreeing.
*Present time*
Minho and his father had continued to argue. Minho voiced once again that it was unfair how his life had been decided for him without him having a say in it, causing it to end up in a screaming match and Minho barging out of the room. He slammed the door shut of his bedroom and locked it. He childishly put his dresser in front of the door, so no one could come in.
He sighed and started to cry. The only time he felt actual happiness, caused by a person, it was taken away from him. He felt like it was just unfair.
Minho went on his date later that night with princes Hayden. Not because he felt like it had to be done, but because he was actually forced to do it. The date was boring and the poor girl wasn’t very talkative.
Minho understood why, she also was forced into this. Maybe she wanted this, or not, but Minho surely didn’t.
Step nine: Fight back
The next thing happened so fast, Minho had little time to process it, but before he knew it, he was on his way to you. He remembered the way vaguely. He had hurried his way to you as fast as he could. He was looked frantically around in hopes to spot you.
Minho wasn’t going to give up on you so fast. You weren’t like the other girls he had dated, or well was or wasn’t forced to date in hope for his parents that their son would finally marry.
He wanted you, that was for sure now. He had fallen for you hard and you needed to fix him. He wanted to be around you and be loved by you. He didn’t even know if you loved him back, but he was sure that you cared about him. The connection the two of you had was prove for it.
Minho finally spotted your house that you had shown him on Christmas day. He hurried his way to the door and knocked on it frantically. Your dad had opened the door and was surprised to see the young man in front of him again. He noticed that the young prince was still in his royal clothes and that he was panting heavily.
“Where is Y/n?” Minho manages to say in between breaths.
“She’s not here, she went outside to get some vegetables in our garden on the other side of our land-“ Your father couldn’t even finish his sentence before Minho had sprinted off again. He saw you kneeling down from the distance, digging something out from the ground in the middle of the snow. There weren’t many vegetables left and it seemed like you were gathering up the last ones from your old harvest.
You heard footsteps hurry your way and you looked up to your surprise to see Minho. You were panicked and got quickly onto your own feet. Before you knew it, you were swept off your feet and twirled around as Minho held you tightly.
“Why did you leave? Why did you go without saying goodbye?” Minho cried. You wiped away his tears and just rested your head against his as his tears fell down.
“It was my father, wasn’t it?”
“Minho-“
“No! I will not stand this! I will not let him win this toxic game! I love you and only you! I want to be with you! I’m not letting them take away my only source of happiness!” Minho exclaimed in distress. You were shocked by his words and now just started at him, speechless.
“I love you, I love how good you are to people. I love how you showed me the best of people when I had no fate left in them. I loved how you warmed my heart with your acts of kindness and bright smiles. You changed me, even though we don’t know each other for that long. I already know that I love you. I’m not letting you go. I will go against my parents if I have to-“
“You shouldn’t. They are your parents.” You whispered.
“See! Even when they are the most unfair people in the world you still see a reason of goodness in them.” Minho whispered.
“We’ll get through this.” You assured him.
“Are we?”
“Yes.” You assured him.
“How do you know that?”
“Because I love you too.” You admitted softly. Minho looked at you in shock, which quickly turned into a bright smile before he leaned down to connect his lips onto yours. His lips were cold and soft against your warm ones.
Minho had taken you on the back of his horse to his palace. You were nervous to say at least. The king had told you importunately that you should not return to the palace. So you stopped Minho when you were about to enter the gates. Minho simply held you hand, he looked back at you and squeezed your hand in assurance. He had no idea how much it helped, but it caused you to straighten your posture and gain back your confidence you were known for.
You were greeted by the guards as soon as you stepped of Minho’s horse and you were already told that you weren’t allowed on the palace grounds.
“She’s not a prisoner! Nor did she do something wrong!” Minho defended.
“Majesty, we-“
“I don’t care who ordered you! I order you as the prince to let us go through! We have a meeting to attend.” Minho sneered as he held you closely whilst leading you through the crowd of guards who quickly made room for you two to pass.
You and Minho took a deep breath before walking into the dining room where Minho already had expected his parents to be.
“Y/n! You’re still here! I though you had left!” His mother said cheerfully, obviously uninformed about the situation.
“Mother father I have to confess something-“
“How dare you to come back here! I thought we had an agreement!” The king suddenly shouted, shocking his wife.
“Dear, why are you-“
“Minho, you have a princess as your future fiancé, waiting for you. I don’t understand why you’re still hanging around with this girl.” The king says with loathing laid on his tone.
“Because I love her!” Minho stated loud and clearly, causing the room to gasp.
His father was speechless but his mother squealed happily.
“That’s great my love!” She chirped, taking you and Minho by surprise.
“Wait what?” He exclaimed.
“Honey, I thought that Minho was supposed to marry Gwynn?” His father said to his wife.
“He was, if he wasn’t able to find love by himself.”
“Wait hold up, I don’t get it.” Minho says confused, letting go of your hand to run his hands through his hair.
“Honey, your father and I made an agreement. If you weren’t able to find love by yourself, we would help you. If you would be twenty, the age of taking over the crown from us, we would arrange you a marriage, but you found someone you clearly love so I don’t think that would be necessary.”
“So, you’re telling me that you were okay with me liking Y/n?” He asked his mother, still trying to process everything.
“Of course I was. Why wouldn’t I be?” She asked.
“Well, dad wasn’t so, I assumed-“
“You should talk to me more often, you know your father is quite hot headed.
“Well, I wasn’t expecting this. I had this whole rant ready and now I don’t know what to do with the build up anger.” Minho chuckled awkwardly, making you laugh as well.
“I’m sorry son, the fact that you had to take over the throne soon, made me stressed and I guess I reacted it out on you.”
“So you’re fine with me being with Y/n as well?”
“I am, Y/n is such a sweet girl. I’m terribly sorry for what I’ve said to you. You’re a great girl. I heard from the maids that you made our son smile brightly again and trust us, we haven’t seen that kind of smile in a long time.” The king said whilst pointing to his son who smiled at you like an idiot.
“I smile brightly, because I get to be with him. Thank you for accepting me.” You said politely as you bowed respectfully to them.
“No thank you dear for giving us our cheerful son back. We missed him.”
Days went by and it was now New Year’s Eve, only minutes away from it to be a brand-new year, which you got to spend with the one you loved dearly. Jisung was relieved that you and Minho ended up together after such an emotional rollercoaster. His heart was broken when you arrived at his palace with tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes.
You had cried your heart out of him as you spilled everything to him, but it turned out for the better. Right now you were talking with Jisung, until you heard people count down. You started to yell along with them until you were grabbed by your writs and turned around, causing to bump into someone’s chest. You were about to apologise, but your lips were sealed when a familiar pair of lips were connected to yours.
You heard people cheer and fireworks were being shot into the dark sky, lightening it up in process with bright colours as you and Minho pretended like you were the only two persons on the planet.
“I love you.” He whispered against your lips.
“I love you too.” You whispered back.
The two of you obviously didn’t get married right there and then, but people had a feeling that you would be celebrating next December for different reasons other than Christmas and New Year’s Eve. This gave you enough time to carry out the last step on ‘how to win over the ice prince’:
Step ten: Fall even harder for him
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fanfic writers tag game!
I was tagged by the marvelous @musette22 for this lovely fanfiction tag game that was devised by the clearly very brilliant @thewaythatwerust, to discuss some of the fics I’ve written over time! Thanks so much! 💖
Let’s see, I shall tag... @thebestpersonherelovesbucky @turtletotem @gerec @whtaft and @ninemoons42 <3
Which of your fics…
* Did you think would get a bigger reaction/audience than it got:
Ah, a tricky one! I feel like I never really have expectations - I just write words because I can’t not! But maybe lines of light, which was my Steve/Bucky Fake Character Death Trope fic - it’s sort of a weird little fic, but I wanted more of that trope, but maybe that’s just me!
* Got a better reaction than you expected:
Oh, goodness - just about all of them! I remember being so shy and so nervous to share any of my writing, years ago, and now I write things that people seem to like...I think probably never mind the why and wherefore surprised me most, though! That’s my TJ Hammond/Johnny Storm fic, and when I started writing it mine was literally the third fic on AO3 for that pairing, and for that small a fandom, I’ve just been amazed.
Also, of course: I’m constantly amazed by how much people love Like Sugar! It was the biggest thing I’d ever tried to write, and it made me a better writer along the way, and I suspect it’s the Evanstan fic/series people might remember most, from my fics? (Also also, if original-fic-inspired-by-an-Evanstan-drabble counts: the love for Character Bleed has been overwhelming!)
* Is your funniest:
...am I funny? I don’t know! *waves hands about* I feel like I never set out to “write something funny,” but then again I like terrible puns and wordplay, so there’re probably funny lines in most fics? I hope?
Honestly maybe every inch of north and south, which has the Chris-turned-into-a-puppy plot, or Now That I’ve Found You, Stay, because giant patriotic dildos, or some of the banter in just a couple lovebirds, because I love Chris and Seb in that one. Or some of Bucky’s pulp fiction stories in tales to astonish. Or all the TERRIBLE autumn-related puns in the current Evanstan fic, A Place Not Far Away!
Or we could go REAL old-school and pull out the McFassy semi-crack fic in which James gets magically cursed to turn into a kitten. There’s that.
* Is your darkest/angstiest:
Ahahahaha. Um. *stares in Characters Having Emotions*
Okay, okay, um... Aside from certain specific chapters of Like Sugar and Amateur Cartography, it’s either The Tones That Tremble Down Your Spine (Bucky needs all the softness, after this! of course so does Steve...) (sometimes I think about adding a chapter, because it ends a little abruptly, but I also wanted it to - not everything’s 100% resolved, but it’s clearly on a healing trajectory!) ...
...or, over in Cherik-land, I hope we rise to the occasion, which does have a hopeful ending but is painful, or the balancing act stories (also Cherik) which were...personal in many ways (also originally written over on Livejournal, because I’m old).
* Is your absolute favourite:
Impossible! *laughs* It’s always the current story I’m (actively) writing. Which at the moment is the Evanstan autumn fluff-with-porn A Place Not Far Away. I don’t know if it’s my favorite-favorite, but it’s nice to get back to Evanstan and I love fall.
* Is your least favourite:
Also impossible! There’re things I love about all my stories. If I have to...maybe It’s Time To Bring This Ship Into The Shore, mostly because Michael’s such a dick to James for a lot of it. Which is also true in Loving Days (why was that a plot point in a few of my McFassy fics?) but I think I did a better job with his redemption in that one, and showing how much he changed and tried harder. And with Ship & Shore I wasn’t super-knowledgeable about the soul-bond trope (it was a request-fic) so I never felt quite sure I’d done it well enough!
* Was the easiest to write:
Amusingly, considering how epic and glorious and long the whole series became, I’d say Like O, Like H - the first Like Sugar Evanstan story. It just flowed. It knew what it wanted to be, and I tried to keep up. (Lovebirds was also one of those, as was the TJ/Johnny fic, never mind the why and wherefore.)
* Was the hardest to write:
the sound of rain on tin. It’s been the fic I’ve had the hardest time with ever. It’s my own fault for trying to do too much in terms of plot - sort of AU, an Evanstan-Stucky crossover, Lovecraftian elements - and then starting to post before I had it all properly sorted. I do know how it ends in general terms, I promise! but resolving plot/action has never been one of my strengths, and we’ve hit the point where I actually have to figure out How To Fix The Magic Portal-Thing, and I don’t feel like I’ve got it worked out well enough.
I mean if you all just want me to write the emotional Sebastian talking to Steve Rogers (and maybe a little curious kissing) and Chris talking to Bucky, and then *poof* suddenly Seb and Bucky are back in their respective universes and we get Emotional Reconciliation Scenes and Love Confessions, that part’s easy. I’ve had stray bits of those scenes done for years.
* Have you re-read the most:
Like Sugar, in part for continuity as I worked on later stories and in part because I’m really kind of proud of it.
* Would you recommend to someone reading your work for the first time:
Depends on what genres they like! I’m probably best known for - if anything - Like Sugar, and I think it’s pretty representative of my writing in terms of loving tender kink-with-emotions! But the person would have to not mind Evanstan RPF and soft Dom/sub kink and arranged (sort of) marriage tropes.
Other than that, for Evanstan, maybe Sweet Disposition (the third version of the clothes-sharing fic!); or (baby won’t you please), which is the Chris And Seb Go To A Sex Club For Research For a Role fic, or tempt me, tease me, which is...Sebastian leaves an unsatisfactory date with someone else (brief and random) to go pick Chris up from a bar, and then there’re lots of revelations about Feelings, and also porn-with-emotions. Those last two ‘feel’ similar in my head for some reason - mood, maybe, or story arcs about revelation and discovery.
...for Stucky, maybe when and where our eyes meet (Bucky falling asleep! soft blankets!)...or tales to astonish, because it’s such fun!
...if you want to go a bit older, I have weird affection for my first-ever Cherik fic, Know That It’s True, which is a Cerebro hurt/comfort fic, and then I love the slow development of the McFassy in No Wonder, No Wonder, which I occasionally still think about trying to revise as original, but it’s so character-driven that it’d be hard, but I love the feel of it, the hints of magic and the setting...
* Are you most proud of:
Like Sugar! At the time it was the biggest story I’d ever tried to write, both in terms of length and in terms of world-building and planning and characters growing closer together. Character Bleed got more complicated in terms of needing multiple outlines and plot, eventually, but I couldn’t’ve done that if I hadn’t done Like Sugar first.
* Has your favourite line/exchange/paragraph (share it):
Too hard to pick! There are so many!
I sometimes say it’s this one, from tempt me, tease me, though not always:
“If you’d like,” Sebastian offers, “we can even tell them I borrowed your key and lost it, if you don’t mind asserting small untruths to hotel personnel.”
Big blue half-plastered Captain America eyes stare at him some more.
“…Chris?”
“You…” One hand waves, a partial gesture, pulled back at the last second. As if Chris has meant to reach out, and thought better of that. “You really would? You wouldn’t, y’know, mind?”
Sebastian half-smiles. Thinks of cars with broken-glass windows in Romanian capital-city streets, thinks of students waving flags and cheering with feral glee, thinks of saucer-eyed childhood memories and songs of revolutionary fervor and desperate upheavals of optimism like birthing-pains. Chris Evans is beautiful and genuine and real, and Sebastian would do far worse things, would splinter his body and perjure his soul, to give Chris one more day in which to eat pizza and laugh and clap friends on the shoulder with a broad happy hand. “No,” he says, “I wouldn’t mind.”
Or, from the WIP - the next chapter of A Place Not Far Away - because my favorite is often what I’m currently working on, there’s this! Enjoy? <3
They both watch Sebastian for a second; he’s nodding, jotting down a quote, hair bouncing with the motion. His fingers are quick and tanned, gathering notes; his jacket’s casually open, and dirt’s left a scuff on his right boot.
He’s a New York City reporter in a black leather jacket and a stylish sweater, but he’s also a reporter who doesn’t mind getting dirty and will run through a corn maze and helped set out signs the first day Chris ever met him.
Carly pats Chris’s shoulder, says, “Enjoy yourself,” and heads off to supervise some historical blacksmith demonstrations. The sky shimmers in clouds and satin and magic and unfallen rain.
Sebastian bounces back over. “That’ll be fantastic, she was so excited, she’s already thinking about next year, which is so perfect for a pull quote, and it’ll get people thinking ahead about coming here then!”
Would you come back, Chris doesn’t say. Would you come back next year, next month, next week, even if your story’s done? Would you stay and not leave?
He can’t ask that. This is Sebastian’s job.
He says, “That’s awesome. You want lunch?”
“Absolutely. I haven’t eaten my way through your menu yet. Recommendations?”
“Classic Oktoberfest? The whole German sausage, potato, onion thing? That one’s popular. And, um, baked apples. In maple cream sauce.” Food. He can talk about food. Promoting their menu. Not getting down on both knees and promising to bring home every pumpkin Sebastian likes, if that’ll make those happy eyes stay at his side.
“Sounds good.” Sebastian’s eyebrows go up, beckoning Chris into the joke. “And I do like sausage.”
“I like your sausage,” Chris tells him, and Sebastian’s laugh is a splash of sunshine through clouds and cold and tree-branches that stretch to the sky.
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Prompts [Masterlist]
Requests are: OPEN
This post compiles some of the prompts I’ve seen floating around that catch my eye. I’ll link to each individual prompt post in case you see something you’d like to reblog/use in your own works. It just makes it easier to remove things as they’re selected.
How to request:
Drop a pairing and a prompt list name + number into my ask box. If there’s anything you specifically don’t want included in your prompt, please let me know.
If you’d like the work gifted to you on AO3, include your AO3 username in the prompt or in a follow-up ask. If not, no worries! Anon is always on.
No guarantees on length or timing, but once they’re in progress, I’ll include them in my Fanfic Friday round-ups, and post a link to the AO3 work here on Tumblr once it’s up.
Full prompt lists below the cut.
Current challenges:
Sunday Smutty Sunday
A collection of smutty (NSFW, 18+) prompts for a weekly challenge. Click the link above for the full list.
Current bingos:
Darcy Lewis Bingo 2021/22
Marvel Fluff Bingo
Marvelous Rare Pair Bingo
Click the links above to see which prompts are still available.
Everything else:
50 cliché tropes and prompts
Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn’t help but steal it
Kissing in the rain and getting soaked before running inside laughing
Jolting awake after a nightmare and being comforted
“Good morning, beautiful/handsome”
Hands brushing unexpectedly
There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling
We dated in high school but then you moved away but now you’re back in town
Both going to grab the same thing and touching hands, then making eye contact.
We’re roommates but we’re falling for each other
Drunkenly confessing feelings
I need a date for this wedding
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Blurting out a confession of love
You’re in a coma and I confess all my feelings only for you to wake up
Blind date set up by friends
You’re my new bodyguard and you’re cute.
“Just tell why you did it!” “Because I’m in love with you, okay!”
Cuddling in comfortable silence before murmuring “I love you”
Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second
We literally ran into each other
Painting the house that ends in a paint fight and giggles
“You’ve got something on your lip, here let me.”
A soft smile before leaning in for a kiss
Everyone thinks I should stay away from you because you’re dangerous
Spin the bottle
Friends with benefits and both people catching feelings.
We’re dating and I didn’t know you were a mobster/biker
Everyone thinks we’re already dating, but we’re just best friends- oh wait
Having a bad day and the other noticing
I’m going to save you from the terrible date you’re having
I’m your new neighbour and I got locked out, help!
You took a bullet for me
Argument leading to kissing/sex
“I’ve been in love with you for years.”
I called you at 2am because I need you
You caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out
Intimacy Prompts
a palm kiss
laying atop each other, kissing shoulders
touching foreheads
kissing their temple
holding hands, kissing the back of it
teasingly kissing the tip of the nose
interrupting with a kiss
watching movies / tv shows
going on a date
sharing secrets
hugs
cuddles
sharing drinks
talking
touching noses
laying your head on someone’s shoulder
playing with hair
back scratches
nicknames
wearing someone’s clothes
teasing
falling asleep in their arms
play fighting
hugs from behind
pulling someone in by the waist
kisses when they’re mad
holding someone by the waist
neck kisses
lingering hugs
glancing at lips
being pushed against a wall
smiling while kissing
delightful smiles
falling in someone’s arms
missing them
washing each other’s hair
doing each other’s hair
falling asleep with their head in your lap
head scratches
running hands through hair
making a blanket fort
cuddling under blankets
offering the other your coat
crying into their shoulder
cheek kisses
reading a book together
shoulder rubs
playing with their hair
secretly dating
being locked in a small space
a height difference
sitting in their lap
Touch Prompts
Feeling another human’s touch.
touching foreheads
running fingers through hair
hiding face in neck
caressing the other’s hand
feeling their pulse
patting the other’s head
holding hands
shielding the other one with their body
listening to the other’s heartbeat
spooning at night
laying their hand on the other’s neck
pushing a strand of hair behind their ear
nudging the other one
putting an arm around the other’s waist
hugging each other
massaging them
holding the other’s chin up
squishing the other’s cheek
high fiving
bandaging/stitching up an injury
kissing the other’s brow
falling asleep on the other’s shoulder
carrying the other one in their arms
whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin
stroking the other’s arm soothingly
kissing the top of their head
pulling the other one towards them
tickling the other one
grabbing onto their arm
doing a pinky swear
caressing the other’s back
tasting their smile
washing the other’s body
kissing their bruises and scars
lifting the other one up
putting their head on the other’s chest
stroking their leg
leaning into the other’s side
patting them on the back
sitting close and knees touching
braiding the other’s hair
giving them a piggy-back ride
sitting on the other’s lap
feeling their temperature
linking arms with each other
touching their elbow to get their attention
dancing with each other
holding onto the other’s shoulders for support
putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up
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Finally done waiting for Garridebs!
A rather self-indulgent retrospective of Tumblr fandom history
As many of you may know – or also already may have been looking forward to – another handful of Sherlock Holmes stories are about to enter the public domain in the United States, and therefore worldwide, on January 1, 2020:
The Illustrious Client
The Sussex Vampire
The Three Garridebs
This means that only six more stories still remain under copyright, with the last few finally falling into worldwide public domain on January 1, 2023.
Not quite unexpectedly, my focus in this little series of posts to celebrate the countdown to January 1 will lie on 3GAR – not only because the word "Garridebs" is literally part of my URL, and not even because of the quite literal cliffhanger we've been given in series 4,
but – for anyone who doesn't know or needs reminding – because of the quote that started it all:
“Like most male friendships, everything is assumed, and nothing is spoken of.
Oh, except for once. Just once, and that’s your lot. If you’re going to read it in order, like I did, you’ve got a long time to wait for The Adventure of the Three Garridebs, but patience, and keep reading in order - you’ll be blinking back the tears when the moment comes.”
– Steven Moffat, Introduction to A Study in Scarlet (2011), BBC Books
The fandom has expected the adaptation of 3GAR in BBC Sherlock for a very long time – given that the moment Watson gets shot is the "only" time he can truly see that Holmes is human after all.
In an instant he had whisked out a revolver from his breast and had fired two shots. I felt a sudden hot sear as if a red-hot iron had been pressed to my thigh. There was a crash as Holmes’s pistol came down on the man’s head. I had a vision of him sprawling upon the floor with blood running down his face while Holmes rummaged him for weapons. Then my friend’s wiry arms were round me, and he was leading me to a chair.
“You’re not hurt, Watson? For God‘s sake, say that you are not hurt!”
It was worth a wound — it was worth many wounds — to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation.
“It’s nothing, Holmes. It‘s a mere scratch.”
He had ripped up my trousers with his pocket-knife.
“You are right,” he cried with an immense sigh of relief. “It is quite superficial.” His face set like flint as he glared at our prisoner, who was sitting up with a dazed face. “By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive. Now, sir, what have you to say for yourself?”
In short: It is the perfect setup for a love confession.
Unsurprisingly this scene inspired the fandom to come up with the most emotional, dramatic, and oftentimes angst-filled headcanons possible.
And, boy, did we all not only deliver on this trope, we created this trope.
There are so many fanworks including the Garridebs scenario on here, on AO3, and elsewhere that one can't even count them all properly – and believe me, I've tried: This blog contains a collection of more than 800 Garridebs-related posts so far (and still counting!).
Over the years, we've had them all: The angsty confrontations. The standoffs and life-and-death scenarios.
Mary trying to shoot Sherlock, again, and John catching the bullet for him. Moriarty burning Sherlock's heart out by blowing up the building John is currently held hostage in. A burglar or murderer trying to get away, and knifing John in a struggle. Sherlock shooting John by accident. Sometimes, John deciding to end his own life after drowning in his own self-loathing and guilt (as well as a lot of alcohol).
We've had the reactions. The aftermaths.
Sherlock frantically rushing to John's side. In lighter scenarios, the occasional banter, sometimes even giggling. If they weren't so lucky, Sherlock desperately trying to keep John awake, to stop the bleeding by pressing onto John's wound with his own scarf – just like John taught him that one time. The John in Sherlock's mind palace appearing in the moment of emotional turmoil to calm Sherlock down, to talk him through it, to guide, and to comfort him. Sherlock calling Mycroft to scream and cry into his phone, begging– no, commanding his big brother to just DO something. The sirens of the ambulance finally being within earshot. Lestrade silently putting a blanket over Sherlock's shoulders as John gets taken to the hospital, while Sherlock’s doomed to do nothing. To just wait for things to come.
Sherlock frantically pacing up and down in the waiting room of the hospital, afraid to lose John, paralised in shock and fear, losing himself in the darkness of his own mind palace, until the doctors finally come out of the surgery to give him the news.
Sherlock not leaving John's bedside, waiting for hours and hours, wanting to be there when John wakes up, until he falls asleep with his head on John's mattress, overcome with relief and exhaustion.
John finally waking up only to see Sherlock sleeping soundly next to him, their fingers still intertwined. Sherlock startling awake the second he notices the change in John's breathing pattern, and John is looking at him drowsily, and they smile, and they both don’t know what to say, but it is okay, because John will be okay, and if John is okay, then Sherlock is also going to be okay, and Sherlock didn't even realise he's been babbling this out loud, until John tells him that he did, with the hint of a smile on his face that is almost fond, and Sherlock doesn't understand what this expression on John’s face could possibly mean.
John absentmindedly continuing to stroke the back of Sherlock's hand with his own thumb and not wanting to stop doing so any time soon.
Sherlock taking John to Baker Street, bringing him home, and finally they're back to what they used to be, but something's changed, and it's something so heavy and light at the same time, it makes them both relish this anticipation of a different future – their future – and John continues to heal, and Sherlock keeps looking after him, keeps changing the bandages, keeps making the tea, keeps picking trashy movies for them to watch while eating the Chinese takeout they ordered, until someday they gaze at each other just a little too long, they touch each other just a little too frequently, they hesitate to break the emotional tension for just the right amount of time, and the inevitable finally happens.
At least that's the case for all the times they manage to not be completely all over each other the moment they close the door to the flat when John comes home from the hospital.
Sometimes, it doesn't go all that smoothly. There's the fighting. The guilt. The regret. The times when Mary or the baby had to suffer as well. Sometimes they confess their feelings in a rage, by accident, but that's okay, and they will be okay, and they fall into each other, and they pull at each other's clothes, almost as if clinging to life itself, and they will be okay just as long as they're Them, as long as there's This.
There are the unusual scenarios as well. The surprising ones.
Sometimes Sherlock's the one to get shot instead of John. Sometimes it happens in Victorian times and Holmes cries out Watson’s first name. Sometimes John doesn't get physically hurt at all, and sometimes he stays behind maimed, the eyepatch now permanently being part of his wardrobe.
Sometimes one of them actually dies.
And sometimes, you think of a smutty Garridebs scenario you would like to write, until you realise that Mark Gatiss already did it for you in an adaptation of Dracula on BBC Radio 4 – no joke! (x)
What I'm trying to say is … it was quite a ride.
The best.
Honestly, I want to thank you all so much for these last few years. It was a blast, and I truly hope there's still many more fanfics, and fanart, and headcanons, and meta, and any other kind of fanwork to come.
However, this series is not going to be me rambling about what the fandom created here on Tumblr. I just had the need to recap, to reflect, and also to catch the new people up who've not been here while all of this unfolded.
But from here on we’re going back to when it all started:
Tomorrow we'll go into the history of the Holmesian side of things – and, lo and behold, of course the first post is going to be about the original canon story itself. After that, we'll dive deeper into all the other adaptations.
And I can’t wait to share all of this.
Update: Read the whole now completely published series of posts about the Garridebs adaptations here (x)!
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