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REWRITING the lion and the stag; jaime lannister x baratheon!reader enemies to lovers

hi everyone! for those who saw my jaime fic which I’ve deleted, i wanted to give you an update.

i deleted it because i wasn’t happy with how the chapter turned out, so i’ve been taking the time to rewrite it. i’m really excited to see how it turns out! happy to say that i’ll have the first chapter posted by the end of this week. nvm maybe next week i have exams up my ass rn

the story still follows the same plot, but i’ve decided to expand the storyline by incorporating more war and political stuff since i want it to be a true slow burn.

if you’d like to be tagged, please let me know!

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i have been in the big bang fandom for years and have always struggled to find a fic that i really truly enjoy and that is well written and just let me tell you, i immediately fell in love with your top fic! i am so intrigued and excited to see how it all plays out! much much love <3

omg thank you bby !!

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feeling like i got into harvard

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Hi you beautiful person. I’m OBSESSED with your Jamie Lannister fic & your Seunghyun fic 😍 are you currently taking requests by any chance?

hello love! THANK YOU SO MUCH for taking the time to read my works, i really appreciate it :)))

im mostly focused on my stories rn. i had some other asks about whether i take requests or not.

i wouldn’t say i dont take them, i see them as a good way to practice writing, so you guys can feel free to send them! i’ll likely write it if the idea interests me and fits my style, but i can’t guarantee to take on every requests. :)

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hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

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being viewed as a phone addict by ppl bcs im constantly typing on my screen

whole time im writing down thoughts and ideas i have for a story they don’t know i have a fanfiction blog to run

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Hiiii!!! I know you never had a storyline planned for your seunghyun fic, but my god your writing is so good I can’t wait to see what part 3 holds!!! :)

(No pressure at all to hurry up on the next part I just really wanted to let you know how much I enjoy your writing on that fic��)

thank you i rly appreciate it!! id love to write a part 3 im having major writers block rn tho but u guys give me motivation to continue🫶🏻

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i placed this brick

What the fanfic-writing process has become;

Finish reading a fanfic and feel awful about one's own writing then proceed to try and create works "as good as" that story. Or try to replicate that authors writing.

Scroll through social media for what fandoms are popular right now to see where you can join and get your writing seen.

Take in every piece of writing advice there is and then stress, trying to create an award-worthy fanfic story.

Crying because you can't describe your bedroom scene the way your fave fanfic writer did in their story; or because you can't describe your character's facial features like the way the advisors of writing on Tumblr said you should.

I must include this and exclude that to get my fanfic-writing respected and seen

I'm nervous about whether others will like or hate my work when I share

I don't wanna write, I have no inspo, but I must write cause I'm in this fandom that's hot right now and all my fellow writers in said fandom are posting

What fanfic-writing started as and should be;

You enjoy a piece of media, art, song, etc., you're hungry for more and so you write an extension of the universe to include stuff you wanted to see, that the original creator didn't include. No rules, no standards, and no restrictions.

Excited to just write and share a work. If others love it, it's a plus

If you want to write excellent fanfics, that's very fine as long as you're having fun and you're not stressed.

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OMG GIRLLL YR WRITING IS SO GOOD ASPIRE TO BE LIKE YOU AHHHHHH

stop ily 😭

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just an amateur writer indulging in hyperfixations

ao3

i'm not primarily a smut writer, though my future works may include suggestive content. read at your own discretion!

interests and what i may work on

k-pop - (t.o.p, nct, svt) game of thrones house of the dragon jujutsu kaisen maybe marvel/dc

my works

pining for older co-star!choi seunghyun x f!reader pt 1 pt 2 enemies to lovers!jaime lannister x f!reader in progress

happy reading ♡

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idk if I should ask or not, are you thinking about making a 3 part of seunghyun? (just asking, no pressure to make one if not planned)

no pressure at all anon! tbh i never intended it to have a storyline just created the scenario at the top of my head but since it got such positive feedback im happy to write more

there is definitely a part 3 coming but so far i haven’t gathered much content to write yet

pls feel free to send in ideas and suggestions!

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omg babe the second part was even better than the first. i am on the edge of my SEAT. i need that respectful old man BAD

LMAOO thank you love i’m glad u liked it

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on the edge of more; choi seunghyun

pairing co-star!choi seunghyun (t.o.p) x f!reader

contains pining for older co-star!choi seunghyun, reader is in her mid twenties or smt, age gap, slowburn, not-so unrequited love, smoking n drinking, YEARNINGGG, reader being down bad (understandably)

word count 2.6k

note PART 2 IS HERE rly appreciate all the love the first part got thank u <3 this was longer than i thought i had the biggest writer's block but finally managed through it

part 1 part 2

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THE WORK DINNER WAS meant to be a celebration��a small, intimate gathering to mark the successful completion of the project. Only the staff, cast, and a few select crew members had been invited. It wasn’t a night for grand speeches, but rather a simple appreciation for everyone’s hard work.

There had been a few exchanges of words before your arrival about the gathering among your colleagues, but it wasn’t until you stepped foot into the restaurant that you realized it had been carefully curated. The venue was beautifully decorated, with candlelit tables and a cozy, inviting atmosphere that made you feel like part of something intimate, something special.

You came to learn that it was all his idea. Seunghyun had personally arranged and booked the restaurant, ensuring the evening went smoothly—down to the smallest detail. His thoughtfulness made your heart swell. There was something about the way he took charge—a trait in a man that never failed to make you swoon. The quiet authority he carried made him even more admirable.

You weren’t the only one who noticed. You could hear the female staff whispering and giggling here and there. Though you were seated too far away to catch their conversation, you were certain they were gushing over him. Could you blame them? You were just as down bad.

There were subtle moments when he’d check in on people, ensuring everyone had a drink in hand, the way he politely but firmly kept the night on track. A few exchanged glances and smiles passed between the two of you. His smile was polite but carefully measured, nothing more than a brief flicker. But every time he smiled, the dimples in his cheeks would appear, deepening the curve of his lips in a way that, despite the professional tone, still felt unexpectedly warm. The familiar tightening sensation gripped your stomach, and the stir of butterflies rose in your chest. He could do so little, yet make you feel so much.

It was strange—these feelings you couldn’t seem to brush off. The dimly lit room made his features almost glow, despite his age. His hair slicked back, looking sharp as always. His attire was simple, yet effortlessly stylish. His hand rested casually on the table, fingers long and lean, with a faint scar running across his knuckles. You tried to pry your eyes off it, but you couldn’t help imagining what it might feel like on your skin. Who were the lucky women he’d been with, to have had the chance to feel the works of his fin–

“Babysitting your drink again?” Your train of thought was cut off by a voice. You whipped your head toward the source and saw one of your co-stars sitting next to you. He noticed you hadn’t touched your drink and checked in on you, having noticed your lack of engagement in the conversation at the table.

You snorted at his teasing remark before thinking of a response—one that didn’t give away how you were too busy gawking at Seunghyun.

“We have all night. I’m not in a rush.” Your words were casual, but your eyes couldn’t resist darting back toward Seunghyun, who was entertaining a conversation with the director. Quickly, you snapped your gaze back to the man next to you, raising an eyebrow. “Are you underestimating me?”

One drink turned into two, then three, and before you knew it, you were leaning closer to your co-star, lost in the competition of it all. Giggles and silly jokes were exchanged between the two of you.

Your banter didn’t go unnoticed by Seunghyun, who was seated across the room. Taken by surprise at your sudden closeness to his junior, he observed the way your head rested comfortably on his shoulder, your giggles filling the air—giggles caused by someone else and not him.

He felt a tightening in his chest, an emotion he couldn’t quite define, especially when it came to you. It wasn't jealousy, it couldn't be affection. You've never been close enough for feelings to grow.

The sight of you so carefree with someone picked at his skin. It left him feeling uneasy—like he was falling behind, even though he wasn't part of the race. He was never part of the competition. You weren't his to stake a claim on.

Ever since you walked in, he found himself distracted by you more often than he should. Thankfully, as an actor, he had the talent to downplay it.

You were beautiful—there was no denying it. Tonight, you wore a black dress. Simple, yes, but it clung to you in a way that was anything but. The fabric molded to every curve, hugging your body in a way that made it impossible for him not to notice the swell of your hips, the slight dip of your waist. He knew you were aware of the effect you had on men.

He felt like he needed to do something. Anything. A pull to make you notice him in a way he wasn't sure even he deserved.

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Your skin was flushed, warmth radiating from your chest out to your limbs, the effects of the alcohol already seeping in. You may have let yourself loosen up a little too much tonight.

You needed air. The room felt too hot, too crowded. The noise, the laughter, the constant buzz—you were overwhelmed. You politely excused yourself to the people around and headed to the door.

The cool air greeted you as you stepped out, a sharp contrast to the heat of the room you left behind. You moved to a nearby corner, seeking a moment of silence. But to your surprise, you caught a glimpse of Seunghyun stepping toward you, a cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers. You swallowed thickly. You hadn’t even noticed he came out.

“How’s the night treating you?” His voice was low, smooth. He stopped a few feet away, studying you in a way that made your pulse jump. His eyes narrowed slightly, noticing the flush of your cheeks and the unsteady way you stood, stumbling in your heels. You were starting to get drunk.

You forced yourself to stand tall, mustering the strength to not slouch to fight off his assumption. “Good, just needed some air,” you replied, trying to sound unphased. Your words slurred slightly as you finished, “Can I have one?” Your eyes gestured toward the cigarette in his hand.

He raised an eyebrow at your blunt request, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. There was a slight hesitation at first, but he stepped closer, holding the cigarette toward you, the ember lighting up his face. A nervous flutter twisted in your stomach at the shrinking distance between the two of you. He’d never been this close before. Your breath caught in your throat, your fingers tightened around the cigarette before he withdrew from you.

You both smoked in silence, your eyes never quite meeting his. The air was charged with tension, yet it felt like there was something unsaid hanging in the air—something neither of you was ready to address.

The smoke burned your lungs, but you didn’t mind; it was oddly calming, especially with his company beside you. There was a moment of silence before he broke it.

“You know, you really shouldn’t smoke.” His voice was laced with concern. You turned to look at him, your expression flat as you braced for the usual lecture, expecting the familiar words.

“Why? It’s not good for m—” you started, but he cut you off.

“It’ll ruin your skin.” A playful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, almost aware of the reaction his words would pull from you. He thrived on surprising you with his unexpected humor.

You raised an eyebrow, exhaling the smoke. “Oh, is that why you’ve got such perfect skin, huh?” you played along. “Maybe you should quit before it starts to wrinkle.”

Your teasing jab made him chuckle, the sound warm and rich. But his eyes still lingered on you, even as the conversation felt like it held no real importance. He enjoyed it. More than he’d care to admit.

“I’m older than you, so I’m allowed to make bad choices,” he shot back, taking another drag. “But you? You’re too young to be smoking and ruining that pretty little face of yours.”

The unexpected compliment caught you off guard. Your heart skipped a beat, and you swore you sobered up just slightly. He’d never complimented you so directly—it felt genuine. You remembered how he’d nod and agree when you were being interviewed together, how he’d mention your attire or how you looked at an event. You thought it was just out of respect and media training—but maybe you’d learned something new today.

You scoffed, trying to dismiss his words that you’d probably think about for the next few days. Rolling your eyes, you responded, “I’m twenty-four, not twelve. I can make my own decisions.”

The conversation lingered in the air as more people filtered out of the venue, exchanging goodbyes. It was a sign for you and Seunghyun to wrap up as well. The night was coming to an end.

“It’s getting late,” his tone firm. “Let me give you a ride home.”

He felt responsible for escorting you home safely—a courtesy from an older colleague. A young woman like you, who’d had much to drink tonight… he couldn’t imagine the trouble you might find yourself in at this hour.

You blinked, surprised by the sudden offer, but you didn’t feel the need to protest. It wasn’t really a question, and he wasn’t expecting a no. “Thank you,” you muttered softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You both gathered your things and followed him to his car.

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The blue of the streetlights outside the window did little to help you sober up. You felt drowsy, your eyelids heavy, your cheeks sinking into the palm of your hand that rested by the window.

The car ride was silent but not uncomfortable. It was oddly soothing, you could say.

Every so often, Seunghyun’s gaze darted to you. It was nearly impossible not to notice the way your legs were crossed, the slit of your dress riding up, exposing more of your thigh. It was a sight he shouldn’t indulge in, especially when you were in such a vulnerable state.

A tight knot of discomfort formed in his chest. He almost felt ashamed to look, but he couldn’t help it. The thought of another man seeing you made his jaw clench. If it wasn’t him by your side tonight, what kind of trouble could you have gotten into?

He cursed softly under his breath, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the improper thoughts swirling in his mind. He was your senior, a colleague you looked up to and respected. He reminded himself of the boundaries. How inappropriate it would be to look at you that way, especially being much older than you. He felt like a creep.

The car slowed to a stop as it neared your apartment building. You had dozed off somewhere along the journey, your head tilted slightly against the window. Your slumber was interrupted by a slight cough. Your eyes fluttered open.

“We’re almost here,” he said softly.

You blinked up at him, taking in the familiar streets in the background. You felt disoriented for a moment before sitting up and smoothing down the fabric of your dress. Your eyes shifted to Seunghyun beside you, the dim streetlights casting shadows along his sharp jawline.

He looked different like this—more relaxed. His dark hair, slightly tousled, fell just enough to brush against his forehead. The curve of his lips, always understated but endlessly captivating, was pulled into a neutral line. Something about him tonight felt closer than ever.

It could’ve been the alcohol making the air feel heavier—every glance, every shift in his posture, every breath between the two of you. Your heart thudded in your chest. You’d never felt this close to him before. It was just the two of you.

When the car came to a halt, you couldn’t think of a better moment than now. Maybe it was the liquid courage surging through your veins, but the moment he turned his head toward you, something snapped.

You grabbed the lapel of his dress shirt and pulled him toward you with a sudden, almost reckless boldness. Your lips caught his, the kiss fierce, filled with desire, and the build-up frustration of his lack of action you’d been holding in. Want and heat—a kiss that demanded something in return.

For a split second, Seunghyun didn’t move, caught completely off guard. But his hands didn’t push you away either. They hovered somewhere between restraint and confusion, trembling with hesitation.

A sudden rush of heat he hadn’t expected. The way you’d pulled him toward you—reckless, full of desire, but also so sudden. For a second, he felt the temptation to pull you closer, to let the moment stretch on. But then, reality struck him.

His mind raced, trying to make sense of what just happened. He had to pull away, reminding himself of the boundaries, the unspoken rules between you two. There was no room for this—not now, not like this. It wasn’t just the age difference, the professionalism—no, it was the fact that you were drunk, vulnerable in ways he hadn’t expected.

His fingers lingered around your wrist, gentle yet firm, guiding you back, but his heart was heavy with regret. It was a temptation, yes, but it was also a line he couldn’t cross. Not yet. Not in this way.

He moved slowly, as if trying to pretend nothing happened, for both your sake.

“You’ve had too much to drink,” his voice broke, gentle but firm. He wasn’t scolding, no judgment, just a quiet reminder of the boundary he was setting.

What were you thinking? Was this something young people did these days—make out with random people when drunk? Did you see him as just some old man to be toyed with? You didn’t see the weight of how this could make him feel?

His eyes searched for yours, hoping for an explanation—an expression you couldn’t read. It was like he was conflicted, but you didn’t know—or care—what mattered at this point. You were mortified at how you had just thrown yourself at him, at how he had turned you down. You wanted to sink into your seat and disappear.

It didn’t feel right to look at him— you couldn’t, heat creeping up your neck, the embarrassment suffocating and unbearable. Had you read the room wrong? You had thought—no, you had hoped—that he might kiss you. But instead, it was a rejection you hadn’t seen coming. Before he could utter another word, you fumbled with the door handle, pushing it open with more force than you intended.

“I—good night,” you stammered, your voice hoarse as you rushed out of the car.

He leaned forward slightly as if to follow, but stopped himself.

“Wait—” His voice trailed off, his hand reaching out, as if to stop you. He didn’t mean to make you feel rejected or ashamed. He didn’t know how else to respond appropriately. He couldn’t think.

He stayed in the car, watching as you sprinted away, your figure disappearing into the building.

Inside, you couldn’t shake the feeling of dread. You couldn’t believe what you had just done. How could you face him again after this? Had you misread every sign? This was a disaster. He had been so distant before, and yet you still let yourself think something could happen. How foolish. How could you even look at him now? That was a problem for another day.

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do ppl still read got ff? specifically jaime lannister cuz i have smt in mind.

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Your Seunghyun oneshot is so gooood!! Please tell me there’s a part 2 where we can get a glimpse of Seunghyun’s pov/inner thoughts. Is it really as unrequited as we think? ;)

omg thank you darling! there’s def more stuff coming in lol i’m already brainstorming on the second part i hope it doesn’t disappoint im still new to this writing stuff

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never quite close enough; choi seunghyun

pairing co-star!choi seunghyun (t.o.p) x f!reader

contains pining for older co-star!choi seunghyun, reader is in her mid twenties or smt, age gap, slight angst, unrequited love, mention of harassment if u squint

note had this idea for a while hope u enjoy it!

part 1 part 2

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HE WAS ALWAYS SO careful, so respectful—sometimes, it drove you crazy.

The industry men weren’t as restrained, nor as hesitant. Their hands always found excuses to sneak a feel of your skin, whether it was a grimy squeeze at your shoulders or a disgusting slide down your back. If only it was Seunghyun's hand gripping your sides through your silk dress. You’d lean in, savor every bit of his touch—even if it was lecherous. God, how you wished he even thought of you that way. You didn’t mind. You wanted him to. You wanted him badly.

Yet, whenever you found yourself in his proximity, no matter how close, he always felt so far. Seunghyun had every opportunity to touch you, but he never took the chance. Was it because you weren’t pretty enough? Wasn’t his type? Any man would be thrilled to have a young, pretty thing like you to flaunt.

The closest Seunghyun ever came to touching you the way you hoped—if he even did—was on a narrow staircase at the premiere of your movie. You stumbled slightly in your heels, the hem of your dress catching awkwardly beneath your step. Your very sweet co-star came to your aid from behind. In that moment, you found yourself repeating a mantra in your head, hoping Seunghyun would catch your arm or rest his hand at the small of your back.

Seunghyun's hand hovered near your arm—never touching, just there, always respectful. "Careful, I got you," he murmured quietly as he patiently helped you up the stairs. In one fleeting second, his fingertips grazed the barest edge of your elbow, and you swore the world stopped. Your breath hitched in your throat, a cold wave washed over you as you replayed the feel of his touch. You replayed it once, twice—too many times to count—and yet you could never recall how the actual event played out. Did you imagine it? Did you want to feel him so badly that you made it up?

"How can you wear heels that high? You even trip in sneakers." His teasing snapped you out of your reverie. Your surroundings rushed back into focus. There it was again—that smile. Playful, almost patronizing. The same smile he gave whenever you fumbled through a scene, clumsy with nerves or the pressure of it all. He treated you like a little girl. You couldn’t help but feel that, in his eyes, you were more of an endearing colleague than a woman. It frustrated you—how he never gave any indication that he saw you as anything more than a colleague. Every smile was warm but never lingering—nothing that hinted at something deeper. It was as if he saw you as little more than a platonic figure, maybe even a sister. Ugh.

You couldn’t decide if he was simply being respectful because of the age difference, or if it was because you weren’t who he wanted. That man is nearing his 40s, why would he even be thinking of you that way anyways? The uncertainty gnawed at you, leaving you to question whether there was something wrong with you, or if he was just that good at hiding what others made so obvious.