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furioussouls · 2 months ago

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LADS guys when you want to sacrifice yourself for the greater good

with [chubby reader]

warnings: angst (mention of death), needles and siren song, reader is mc(you have the protocore syndrome), canon divergence, bondage, chubby afab! reader

Disclaimer: These characters belong to the game "love and deepspace" by InFold. The lore and worldbuilding belong solely to the creators.

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The prophecy predicted that a hunter with the protocore syndrome would fight by themselves against an influx of wanderers in the capital. It’ll be midnight on a cold day. They would save the city and bring in a new era of peace, but leave their life behind.

Xavier:

Xavier walked quickly through the icy wind and clenched his fists. Cold water rattled against his pale skin and his shoes stepped into a few puddles, when he finally reached the door to your apartment complex. He walked up the stairs to your door and knocked heavily. Xavier has heard the bullshit prophecy about you, of course he has. How could he not? Everyone talks about it, they treat you like a weapon; everybody's already planning on how they'll celebrate the world they'd live in without you. In a world where you died for their ungrateful selves. Never would Xavier let that happen.

You opened the door, already dressed in your hunters' uniform. Your round body deliciously filling the black material, but he can ogle at you another time- he will ogle at you another time, this is not the end of you.

"Xavier, what's wrong?", you asked him, your eyebrows drawn together in confusion. Xavier silently walked into your apartment and sat down on the couch, and you followed.

"Are you really going to do it?", Xavier asked you, his voice quiet and soft. His expression remained neutral as he stared straight ahead at the wall.

Your shoulders sagged and you let out a sigh. "Xavier..."

Xavier turned to you and stared you deep in your eyes, his expression still neutral. "Yes or no?"

"Yes. I have no choice, the wanderers have already attacked hundreds of citizens in the capital. Witnesses say theres more than a hundred wanderers, that's more than we've seen in the last few months. Today is the day, I think", you stared at your watch. It was 22:23. You still had an hour until you had to leave- this time for good.

Xavier snorted, his laugh was spiteful. He leaned back on the couch and crossed his arms. He shook his head at you.

"No."

"This is not up for debate", you said and your nostrils flared.

"You're right. It's not." He agreed, his voice determined. His warm hand gently cupped your chubby cheek and you sighed and nuzzled into his hand.

"You'll stay here. Tara and I will save as many citizens as we can. The rest of the wanderers will be defeated with enough backup", Xavier said and pulled out his phone.

You pinched your nose bridge and shook your head "That's not how it works. The prophecy said-"

"I don't care." Xavier interupted you, his voice determined. His fingers tapped away on his phone and he stood in front of you. You only realised what he was doing a few minutes later.

"Oh my god, Xavier. Are you seriously blocking my way to the door?", you asked him incredulously. You began to rise from the couch and a ball of anger spread from the middle of your chest to your shoulders. Your cheeks heated up with anger and you took a few steps forward.

Xavier's hand gripped his sword and he lifted it, his gloved hands tense as he looked at you. Your jaw dropped and you lifted your own weapon against him. His expression remained neutral but his hands were shaking. "I will not hurt you, I will just make sure you can't leave. Only until midnight is over. If you're mad at me, go ahead. If you want me to grovel at your feet after all of this is done, I will. But you will not leave for this suicide mission, no way in hell. You can fight against me, but I will win, because... I have everything to lose."

"Xavier! You need to be fucking reasonable. We're hunters, our jobs and dedication to our citizens -"

"-is the most important thing in the world. Yeah, I know, what this job expects from you." Xavier bit out and his expression soured. He inhaled deeply and looked at you. "Regardless, the only way you will leave this place before midnight is over my dead body."

Zayne:

Zayne sat in his office chair, his leg bouncing up and down as he looked out the window at the snowflakes descending down. He's your primary health care provider (and boyfriend), of course he knows about the damn prophecy.

He knew about your anxiety surrounding it, he knew about the anger you felt at first and he also knew how you have slowly come to accept your fate. Your righteous anger turned into hopeless resignation, and you even convinced yourself that it was the right option for you.

Every single rainy or snowy day, he hoped that there won't be an influx of wanderers in the capital. Every single day in which you returned to him, his heart squeezed painfully at the reminder that today could've been the day that he lost you. Please, don't go on that damn mission. He tried to accept your decision, he really did. You're a powerful and independent hunter, after all. But he couldn't.

You walked through his door without knocking and his eyebrows furrowed when he saw you walk over to him. He didn't know what gave it away, was it your sad smile? Or maybe your clenched fists? Or the fact that you would never storm into his office like that for no reason? Zayne's heart sank and he jumped out of his chair, his ice evol spreading over his arms and taunting him.

"What? What happened?", he asked, already aware of your answer. His cold, scarred hands gripped your round shoulders and squeezed. Zayne scanned you from top to bottom to find any injuries on your round body.

"Haven't you heard? The capital is overrun by wanderers."

Zayne runs his shaky fingers through his black hair and was quiet for a few seconds. "Are you going to go?", he asks you, his monotone voice shaky.

You sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I have to. You know I do. I brought my uniform, can I change in the bathroom? I want you to be the last person that I see."

Zayne nodded quietly and when you left the room, he quickly rummaged through the drawers full of medical equipment and picked out a syringe. He doesn't care if he loses his job and medical license over this. None of it matters if you aren't alive. He hides the syringe in his pocket and waits for your return.

His office door opened and you stepped in, dressed in the uniform you were ready to die in. Zayne swallowed and looked at you. He gazed at you from the top of your head down to your feet. He smiled at you, it didn't reach his eyes but you didn't expect it to.

He opened his arms and you walked into his comforting embrace. His hand gently caressed over the fat of your back and he fixed your collar; his nimble and slender fingers gently loosened the collar of your uniform and you chuckled, your eyes wet. Of course, Zayne would try to make you look presenable, even in death. You cuddled into his chest as he continued to play with your collar.

"Forgive me." Zaynes voice rang through the room. You looked up at him in confusion.

"Forgive me", he repeated, his voice was nothing more than a broken whisper when you suddenly felt the stinging sensation of a needle on your neck. You gasped and looked up at him, your face a combination of betrayal and shock. He pressed his forehead against yours and held you when you began to stumble around. Zayne dropped to his knees with you wrapped in his comforting embrace and you passed out entirely.

"Forgive me, but I do not regret it. I never will. I'll accept any punishment of yours later." He mumbled against your warm skin. His arms gently rubbed each soft part of your ample body he picked you up and placed you on the couch of his office. He has three more syringes incase you wake up sooner than expected. Zayne let out a shuddering breath and continued working on medical documents on his computer knowing very well he'hh have a busy day in the Emergency Room ahead of him.

Rafayel:

Rafayel found out on the day it was supposed to happen.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and fixed every part of your uniform that seemed out of place. You smoothed over your thick torso and your hands gently pat down your soft belly.

“Hmm, what do you think? Do I look good enough?“, you asked Rafayel who stood next to you. He was walking pacing around in circles after you informed him of the content of the prophecy.

Rafayel stopped walking and looked at you with an incredulous expression; his beautiful eyes wide and his lips pressed together. You would've laughed at his fish- like expression if the situation was any less tense.

“Are you serious right now? You’re really entertaining the thought of going there? By yourself? Because of a stupid prophecy? Of course you‘ll die if you go there by yourself. That has nothing to do with 'a glorious prophecy being fulfilled‘. It’ll just be a stupid suicide mission that'll turn into a self-fullfilling prophecy. No. You’re not going. You’re not.“

He bit his plump lips and and scrunched his flawless nose.

"Rafayel-“

“I can’t believe you want to go there! Are you kidding me?!“, he exclaimed, his voice cracking.

“Regardless of whether or not you agree, I have to go there. That's my job. There’s people that need my help. And if I die there, that’ll just be an unfortunate accident.“ You told him and checked your weapon for its ammunition.

“Yes, but they will not send you backup! They believe you have to go there on your own and die! They want you to die, so you won’t make it out of there alive anyway! What don’t you understand about this?“, he yelled out with his hands stretched out.

“Of course I understand, Rafayel! I‘m not stupid. It’s just.. well if the prophecy really is correct, maybe it wouldn’t be too bad for me to die. A new era of peace, can you imagine?“

Rafayel stopped pacing and looked at you, his angry expression turning into one of neutrality. “You believe in the prophecy as well. That's why you didn't tell me about it. You didn't want me to try and stop you from sacrificing yourself. You believe what those people told you, which means you won’t even fight your death. You'll die. You’re going to die for the betterment of the world? Is that your plan?“, he asked you quietly, his face missing any sign emotions.

You evaded his gaze and fixed your uniform even more.

Rafayel nodded with acceptance and walked over to you. "It's not your fault. They made you feel like this was the right thing to do", his steps slow and silent. You turned to face him, expecting him to tell you not to go but when you look at his eyes- they’re too bright. You hear a slow voice echo through your head. The voice got louder and louder. The sounds were beautiful, it made you want to never stop listening. A bright smile adorned your face and Rafayel gently grabbed your face. He hummed softly and a wave of happiness and pleasure washed over you, his eyes didn't blink once.

“You will forget about the prophecy. If someone speaks to you about any prophecy, you’ll immediately forget about the conversation once it’s done. Today you will lay down and not leave the house until after midnight. And you will never give yourself up for the greater good of the world.“ Rafayels melodic voice sang out, the beautiful melody washing over you. He closed his eyes and gently kissed your soft cheeks and forehead.

“Rafayel?“, you asked him in confusion.

“Hm?“, he hummed out softly and gently shoved you into his warm chest. His beautiful fingers gently cupping the back of your head.

“Why am I in my uniform?“

“I don’t know. Take it off so we can go for a swim.“ He replied, his voice more serious than usual but his lips gently raised into a soft smile. He holds your hands up to his lips and he tenderly pressed kisses against your soft fingers.

“Woah. What’s gotten into you? You’re surprisingly docile.“ You raised and eyebrow at him and he smiled softly.

“Of course, cutie. Have you ever known me to be disobedient?“, he asked and fluttered with his lashes. You rolled your eyes and walked away to put on your bathing suit, Rafayel trailed close behind you.

Sylus:

Sylus chuckled deeply as you started to fight against the ropes that were wrapped around your body. Your hands were tied behind your back and your feet were tied together in an unnatural position. Loud thunder boomed outside Sylus' mansion and you heard the pitter- patter against the window. With every single movement the rope seemed to bite harder into your skin, it was definitely uncomfortable, but not painfully so.

"Sylus, what the fuck! Untie me, right now!"

"I don't see any reason for me to untie you", he responded smoothly, his hand swirling a glass of red wine, while the other one softly kneaded your limbs. He inhaled deeply through his nose and chuckled darkly at the thought of the prophecy.

You grunted and kept squirming, trying your best to weasel out of this situation. "Sylus, I'm serious."

Sylus' smile dropped a little and he put his glass down on the table. He sighed loudly and moved your struggling body on top of his lap. Sylus began massaging your thick limbs and gently lifted your face up, so that you'd stare into his eyes. "So am I. I'm not going to let you run off into your death just because some people told you it'd be the best thing for you to do. You will not go there. I'm sure theres many other competent hunters that would do well with the praise, yes?"

"It has nothing to do with praise, Sylus. Do you know how many people would be saved if I just-"

"Oh yes, glorious humanity would be saved. What has humanity given you? What great thing have they given you that would be worth abandoning your life for? Nothing. The only good thing that humanity has ever created was you. Nothing and nobody else. You're not the chosen one, your death will not be honored in a noble way. They won't care about you, the only thing they'll care about is what your death means for them. They have sold you this beautiful lie that the world will finally be happy and peaceful, but that's not the truth. They lied to you. Humans lie."

Tears rolled down your cheeks and Sylus cooed. His large, warm hands gently wipe your face dry and he pushes your face against his chest. Silent sobs shook your soft body and Sylus caressed you. His hands were shaking in anger and his nostrils flared when the tension drained from your body.

They put too much pressure on his sweetie. They want the only light of his life to sacrifice everything, just so that they can live peacefully? No, they will not get their damned peace.

"I say we let the world meet its end, hm?"

"Do I have a choice?", you asked, your lips pressed together.

Sylus considered you and his red eyes softened slightly. They scanned every inch of your face and leaned forward to kiss your sweet lips. "In every other scenario, you call the shots and I'm just a devoted follower. In this one, no."

Caleb:

"Caleb, you need to fly me back to Linkon, now."

Caleb raised an eyebrow and turned around to face you. He was fresh out of the shower, his hair dripping wet and his torso naked, his necklace dangling. Usually you would take that opportunity to grope his soft boobs (pecs), but he saw your serious expression and frowned. His dark eyebrows furrowed and he cupped your face.

"Pipsqueak, what's wrong?"

"It's happening, Caleb. The capital is overran by wanderers and-", you were interrupted by Caleb's chuckle. It sounded wrong to you; it wasn’t the laugh you heard whenever you told a funny joke. It sounded mean and spiteful. You turned around and raised your eyebrows at him.

"Oh my God. You still believe in this stuff? You want me to fly you to a place surrounded by wanderers, so that you can die because a stupid prophecy told you so when we were kids?" He grinned, it was the biggest smile that you've ever seen on him, but it didn't reach his eyes. He chuckled and gently pinched your squishy cheek. "Come on, pipsqeak I thought you knew me better than that. You will not go anywhere." Caleb's lighthearted tone turned serious as he uttered the last sentence.

"Caleb, come on! People will die if I don't go to Linkon."

"So?"

You looked up at Caleb and saw his manic smile had disapeared and he stared at you with an emotionless expression. "Why do you have to play the hero? Why do you have to give up your life while everybody else sits around ?"

"It's not only about me. Can you imagine the amount of lives I’d save? If I won’t do it people will die Caleb! Innocent people will die!“

Caleb inhaled deeply, his eyes sharp as he looked at you. “The prophecy isn’t real. None of it is. They just want someone to do the dirty work for them incase there'll be a horde of wanderers in the capital. That‘s it.“

You crossed your arms over your chest and clenched your jaw. Your nostrils flared in frustration and you turned around. You couldn’t deal with this, right now. You need to find a way back to Linkon. How else could you return if not with Caleb’s help? But before you could take a step forwards, you felt the warm and firm embrace of Caleb’s gravity evol around you. You were physically unable to take another step and you gasped.

“Caleb! What the fuck are you doing?“, you hissed out and tried to struggle out of his grasp.

He sighed and walked a few steps toward you. Caleb cupped your cheek and wrapped you up in his warm embrace, his naked muscular chest touching your angry face. Caleb’s lips found their way to your forehead and he nosed your hair sweetly. He inhaled deeply and picked your round body up, his evol still lingering around your body.

Caleb sat you down on the bed and tucked you under the covers, ignoring the loud curses thrown his way.

“I never would’ve let you go there. Ever. Even if the entire population of Linkon would perished without your sacrifice, I‘d have kept you right here with me. Warm and alive. Everybody that demands anything else from you deserves whatever the fate awaits them.“

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areislol · 5 months ago

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A New Year's with you

►— pairings. genshin men x gn! creator! reader

►— warnings. fluff

►— synopsis. albedo created a machine where it would bring back their creator, who was stuck in another world, back to where they belong. but instead of bringing you here to them, it brought them to where you were.

►— a/n. first of i'd really like to thank each and every one of you!! to my followers, thank you for supporting me and enjoying what i love to do. i wish you all a very happy new year!

►— wordcount. 2.3k

The night air was crisp, filled with the promise of something new. Outside, the world was celebrating, fireworks bursting across the sky in a riot of colors. Inside, though, you were focused on something much more important: spending your New Year’s Eve with the people who meant the most to you.

As the clock struck 11:55 PM, you sat comfortably surrounded by the familiar faces of your closest friends. There was Aether, who always seemed to be uplifted and happy, like right now. Ever curious about Earth’s traditions, sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor.

He was carefully arranging the items for the night's festivities: a platter of snacks, a bottle of sparkling grape juice (your compromise since he didn’t trust “bubbly Earth potions”), and a small stack of board games you’d promised to teach him.

“You really do all of this just to welcome a new year?” he asked, golden eyes sparkling with intrigue.

You nodded, sinking into the couch with a soft smile. “It’s more about the memories we make while waiting for midnight. Traditions like these make it special.”

Aether tilted his head, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “We have something similar in Teyvat, though it’s more about honouring the past year and setting intentions for the next. I like your way, though—it’s lighter, more joyful.”

The two of you started with the games. Aether’s competitive streak caught you off guard as he quickly learned the rules of UNO and began ruthlessly stacking Draw Fours against you. His laughter was infectious, and soon the room was filled with lighthearted banter and playful accusations of cheating.

And Diluc, who stood by the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled up and hands dusted with flour as he helped you prepare a tray of cookies. He looked entirely at ease, though his noble posture and crimson hair made him seem almost out of place in such a mundane setting.

“You’ve really outdone yourself with the decorations,” he remarked, glancing around. “The atmosphere here feels... grounding.”

You smiled, brushing some flour from his cheek with a light touch. “I wanted it to feel special. After all, it’s your first New Year’s on Earth.”

Diluc’s lips curved into a faint smile. “It’s quite different from what we do in Mondstadt. There, we celebrate with lively gatherings, songs, and toasts to the Anemo Archon. This... quiet celebration is a welcome change.”

As the cookies baked, the two of you set about preparing the evening’s activities. You’d decided to keep it simple: a light dinner, some nostalgic movies, and watching the midnight fireworks from the backyard. Diluc had also brought a bottle of dandelion wine he’d made himself, a taste of Mondstadt to share with you.

Zhongli stood nearby looking strangely relaxed, his hands loosely holding a glass of wine. Kazuha, always the poet at heart, hummed quietly to himself, his gaze occasionally flicking over to the window to catch the sparkling lights outside.

Then there was Childe, his eyes glinting with mischief as usual, though his playful grin softened as he glanced your way. And Kaeya, ever the charmer, leaned casually against the wall, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he observed the group.

“Am I late, or are you just fashionably early?”

You turned to see Kaeya leaning against the doorframe, a sly grin on his face. He was dressed casually, but even in a sweater and sweatpants, he carried himself with the same effortless charm that made your heart skip a beat.

“Perfect timing, actually,” you replied with a smile. “Welcome to Earth’s New Year’s Eve celebration.”

Kaeya stepped inside, taking in the decorations with an approving nod. “You’ve certainly gone all out. I feel honoured to be part of such an event.”

“Don’t get too excited,” you teased. “It’s mostly snacks, games, and fireworks on TV. But I did prepare something fun.”

His visible eye gleamed with interest. “Do tell.”

You handed him a silly party hat and matching noisemaker. “Tradition.”

Kaeya raised an eyebrow, twirling the noisemaker between his fingers. “You’re telling me people wear these... willingly?”

“Yes, and so will you,” you said, placing the hat on his head before he could protest. To your surprise, he didn’t remove it. Instead, he adjusted it with a flourish and gave you a playful bow to which you giggled at, finding it silly.

“Only for you, darling.”

Wriothesley, Lyney and Neuvillette, Venti, Kinich and Baizhu were all chatting amongst each other, an odd bunch, yes, but they all got along with each other. They all grouped around each other, happily talking about celebrating a new year…with you.

“Five minutes!” Kaeya called out, his voice light, teasing, but full of warmth. “Let’s make the last moments of the year memorable.”

“Right!” Childe grinned, raising his glass. “To make this year even better than the last!”

Diluc’s eyes narrowed at the ginger Fatui and his words. “Tsk, nothing is worth celebrating if the Fatui are still around..” He grumbled, his grip on the wine bottle tightening.

Noticing this you nudge him with your shoulder playfully, a smile tugging the corners of your lips as you spoke. “Don’t worry about him or the Fatui. Besides you’ve got us—me!” You said, watching as his gaze softened at you, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly.

“You’re right.” His voice was soft and smooth, almost too soft, though the sweet moment between you two was interrupted as Albedo adjusted his glasses and glanced at you, his usual serene expression softening with the warmth of the evening. “Time flies when you’re surrounded by friends. It’s good to be here with all of you.”

Alhaitham sat comfortably on the couch, a book in hand—because of course, he brought a book. His teal-grey hair caught the light in a way that made him look effortlessly elegant, even in a simple turtleneck sweater.

“I still don’t understand the significance of this holiday,” he said without looking up, though the slight smirk on his lips suggested he was enjoying the conversation. “The Earth rotates around the sun every day. Why is this particular one celebrated?”

You laughed, sitting beside him. “It’s not about the science, Alhaitham. It’s about marking a moment to reflect on the past year and look forward to the next. It’s symbolic.”

He finally closed his book, setting it aside as he turned to face you fully. “Symbolism. A fascinating way to assign meaning to an arbitrary point in time.”

“Spoken like a true scholar,” you teased. “But you can’t deny that it’s nice to have an excuse to relax and celebrate.”

He leaned back, crossing his arms as he studied you. “I suppose it does offer an opportunity to engage in human connection. That, I can appreciate.”

The night unfolded with a quiet intimacy that felt uniquely fitting for Alhaitham. Instead of games or loud music, the two of you opted for meaningful conversation and simple joys. He indulged your Earth traditions by trying your carefully curated snacks, offering an unfiltered critique of each one.

“These are tolerable,” he said, gesturing to the plate of cookies. “But the balance of sweetness could be improved.”

You rolled your eyes with a grin. “Noted, culinary expert.”

A chuckle escaped from Ayato, who leaned against the wall with a relaxed smirk. “How uncharacteristic of you, Alhaitham. But I agree, it’s nice to have a peaceful moment like this.”

Baizhu was seated nearby, carefully sipping on a cup of tea, his sharp eyes gleaming with a hidden playfulness. “A toast to health and prosperity, then,” he said with a smile. “May we all find peace and success in the year to come.”

Nearby, Cyno, though less stoic offered a smirk. “Let’s hope it’s more peaceful than last year,” he said dryly, casting a quick glance at Childe, who was standing by the snacks table, trying to sneak an extra serving of treats.

You, Diluc and Cyno all watched as Itto slapped his hand, scolding him for trying to sneak in a couple more snacks despite doing the same as well.

“You gotta stop stealing all the goodies! You can’t just hog ‘em all!” Itto whined, grabbing the handful of stolen goods from Childe who was practically fuming. “You are getting on my last nerves bud. Hand me back those snacks now! Besides, they said I could eat however much I wanted!”

“Stop lying! As if they would EVER give you permission to do something as heinous as that!” Itto screeched. You sighed, wondering when the bickering would ever stop.

Ga’ming joined the conversation, his voice light and playful. “I’m just happy to have made it through another year. Every year, we learn something new. Here’s to another year of discoveries!” he said, raising a glass.

Gorou, sitting beside him, nodded earnestly. “We’ve all fought many battles, but it’s the moments like these that remind us what we’re fighting for. To friends, to peace.” Heizou flashed a grin, holding up his drink. “The new year always brings a fresh set of mysteries, doesn’t it? Here’s hoping for more exciting cases to solve!” He winked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

However, everybody knew there were no mysteries to solve. Not one single case since he first landed here, which was quite sad, now that you were thinking about it..

From across the room, Itto boomed with excitement (having totally forgotten about the whole Childe stealing fiasco). “A toast to the strongest—no, the most amazing people around! Let’s make this year even more fun than the last!” His exuberance was contagious, and everyone around him laughed, joining in the cheer.

Kaeya, leaning casually against the doorframe, smirked playfully at you. “Cheers to another year of mischief and fun. I have no doubt this one will be full of surprises.”

Kaveh rolled his eyes at Kaeya’s comment, but he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. “Every year is full of surprises. Some better than others,” he teased, earning a laugh from Albedo.

Neuvillette placed his much larger and softer hands on your shoulder, a gentle smile and look on his face as he leaned his head down. “May we all find the strength to continue our paths, no matter the obstacles that come our way. A peaceful year ahead.”

Sethos, who was quietly observing everybody, nodded thoughtfully. “I agree. Whatever the world holds, we face it together.”

Thoma, ever the cheerful and supportive presence, added with a bright smile, “And here’s to everyone having a safe, happy year ahead. I’ll make sure to keep things running smoothly for us!”

Tighnari nodded in agreement. “I’m confident we’ll only grow stronger together.” As the seconds ticked down, you couldn’t help but feel the warmth of all their presence. Each of them was here, beside you, in this shared moment of joy.

Venti raised his glass, his usual carefree nature in full force. “To freedom! To wind! And to all the wonderful people we meet along the way!”

Wanderer, leaning slightly against the wall with his arms crossed, let out a quiet laugh. “Not sure about freedom, but I’m all for a year where things are… less chaotic.” His dry humour had the group chuckle.

Wriothesley raised a glass, his usual calm exterior belying the warmth in his voice. “May this year bring you all the peace and prosperity you deserve. We’ve earned it.”

Xiao, standing near the window, his gaze distant yet soft, murmured, “A new year is just another step forward. I will continue protecting those dear to me.” His words were brief but filled with devotion. Zhongli smiled at the group. “A new year is a reminder that time flows forward, yet we remain constant in our bonds. May we cherish every moment.”

Kinich stood quietly, his presence comforting as always. He simply nodded his head in acknowledgment and continued back to staring out the window, though his eyes seem to be wavering towards somebody in the reflection of the glass window.

Capitano and Pierro, with a more reserved expression, raised his glass in a quiet toast. “May the coming year be kind to us all.” Pantalone, with a cheerful grin, chimed in last. “To friends, to family, and to new adventures. May the year ahead be our best yet.”

The countdown reached zero, and the room erupted in cheers, laughter, and clinking glasses. The fireworks outside exploded in a burst of color, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still as you stood surrounded by your friends—each one unique, each one cherished.

“Happy New Year!” you all called out in unison, the warmth of your bond filling the room.

“Happy New Year!” you repeated, your heart full, as the new year began. Cheers erupted around the room as everyone clinked glasses and exchanged smiles. The sound of fireworks outside mixed with the laughter inside, creating a perfect harmony that made your heart swell.

“I’m so grateful for all of you,” you said, feeling the weight of the moment. “Thank you for being part of my life.”

They all smiled, their expressions soft and filled with affection. Kaeya was the first to pull you into a warm embrace, followed by Childe who ruffled your hair playfully. Kazuha, ever the poet, simply offered a gentle nod, his gaze full of quiet affection. Zhongli’s smile was calm, yet there was a deep tenderness in the way he looked at you. And Aether and Lumine both offered their hands, pulling you into a hug that felt like home.

“No matter what the new year brings,” Aether said softly, “we’ll always be together.”

And in that moment, surrounded by the people you loved, the year ahead felt full of endless possibilities, each one more beautiful than the last.“Happy New Year, everyone,” you said, your heart full, surrounded by your closest companions.

“Let’s make it a year to remember.”

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I've had so many people who know me irl suggest Blue Eye Samurai for my watch list and all I know about it is that a lot of people on tumblr are mad that trans guys see themselves in the protagonist because they think it's racist to suggest that a character who is afab and deliberately dressing as a man could be a trans guy if said character is Japanese. I guess Japanese and Chinese trans men don't exist or something 🤷‍♂️

Anyway I reblogged this version of the post bc of the Chinese and transgender input.

do you have any thoughts on why there's such a huge disparity in the number of trans feminine headcanons for canon guys, as opposed to the trans masculine headcanons for canon girls?

i'm not trying to start anything, just kinda looking for a opinion from someone who's usually got pretty good insight and takes on stuff like this.

My thoughts rn are that its a combo of

There seem to be more femboy characters that are extremely feminine out there than there are butch women characters that are extremely masculine (or even really that butch...)

Femininity is seen as more interesting in the "oooh shiny!" sense than masculinity. Turning a man into a beautiful woman has a sense of allure because the end product is Pretty Thing, while turning a woman into a man, even a handsome man, is in the eyes of misogyny just ruining the Pretty Thing

In leftist spaces, turning a male character into a woman tends to create less conflict than the reverse? This isn't black and white obviously, there's been whole discourses about transfems "stealing rep" from feminine cis men. But from a cisfeminist perspective, making a male character transfem means you take an otherwise privileged character and use them to create rep for women, specifically marginalized women. The reverse, however, means taking female representation and making them male, which creates a lot of complex questions around marginalization and how transmascs fit into the schema. And generally when transmascs make people have complicated confusing feelings they don't react well.

Transmasculine erasure means that people just straight up do not think about transmasculinity and that covers a range of sins.

But that's what I've thought could be behind the disparity. I think its probably largely subconscious too, and there could be a whole ton of other things influencing that data so don't take this too seriously.

#you know it's interesting #bc multiple trans guy friends of mine who never saw Mulan as a kid and then watched it as an adult #told me they saw themselves in screen for the first time during Reflection #and while there is obviously cultural context being missed in us Americans #I think if so many people are seeing themselves even if not intentionally from the creators #then all the more reason to accept that there's commonality there #for me it was Hercules- the guy who never fit in no matter how hard he tried and how much he yearned for a connection #while feeling like an imposter wearing human skin #at some point I saw someone make a medly of both Reflection and Where I Belong and I was like oh yeah wow yeah those are the same song

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yubellia · 3 months ago

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Tales of a traveling Creator…. „Am I an author now?…“

Imagine that we, the creator, finally made it back home. Back home to Teyvat that is. „Because this is where you belong, your grace!~“…. Yeah… great.

Actually, life is pretty sweet. Sure, there are certain things we don‘t have in Teyvat but… we can look past that. Mostly.

The characters don‘t know that for us, all of this was a game. Literally a video game. And there were many others too.

Now imagine how it must feel to never see your favorite show or cartoon again. How it feels to never play your favorite games again. (Especially if you know that a series would get a new game or season soon…. Gosh the horror!)

One day, you notice how your memories of these things start to fade. You forget the name of a character. Small things. But it’s scary enough to make you do something. You do the next best thing.

„Somebody bring me empty notebooks and writing tools! Hurry!“ Your always loyal followers almost run over each other to get what you requested.

And so starts the time period of none stop writing. Really. You carry notebooks everywhere. You start to write down the plot of your favorite games, shows, movies. You name it.

Until one day, because it had to happen, someone asked you where this enthusiasm came from. You and some of the other archons were having tea and snacks in inazuma. Ei insisted that you had to come for a visit again. Zhongli, your loyal shield („shield for what?“ „better be safe than sorry.“), Nahida was there too. Naturally considering that she is pretty much your daughter. Ei brought Miko with her and that’s when it happened.

„Your grace? I heard you always carry these notebooks around these days. Would you be willing to share your thoughts with us? Hm?~“

Zhongli gave Miko a slightly stern look but you shook it off. „sure. Why not. You see, i noticed that i started to forget certain things. Books I read in the other world.“ (you had to think on how to put this.) „stage plays I saw, songs and the adventures I had in…. Other worlds.“ „you visited other worlds too? Like the traveler?“ „yes. I did. Just like with the traveler or you guys, I used…. ‚Vessels‘ and guided them through their adventures. And i started writing things down so that I won‘t forget.“ You showed them a picture. „I even used my powers to create images of the characters.“

Miko‘s ears started to twitch. „Oh my…. Would you mind if… I took a look at that?“

„Sure…. But wait. Not this one. Here. This story is finished.“

You take another notebook from your pocket and hand it over. Miko promises to take very good care of it and the others look on in jealousy.

That was a few weeks ago. You continued. You did everything you could. Even create pages with character sheets and detailed descriptions.

One day, there is a long line in front of a book store. You could hear the owner talk about the newest story.

„Witness the the tale of a chosen hero in a distant world! A fight between good and evil. An innocent child chosen by destiny and the gods! One of their graces many vessels in another realm. This is The legend of Zelda. Ocarina of Time.“

For a moment, you just stood there with your mouth slightly open… „Miko…. Why? Zhongli can you believe it?….. Zhongli?“

You didn’t get an answer because instead of next to you, Zhongli was waiting in line for a copy of the book…..

„Oh hello your grace! The people of Inazuma and Teyvat as a whole love the adventure of the young hero and the princess…. When I read it, I just new it would be a hit.“

You didn’t have it in you to be surprised when Miko showed up. Oh and Zhongli returned with a copy of the book soon after that.

„So… I am an author now?“

„Well, it would be a shame to keep you loyal readers hanging no? Also, I heard some people discuss the criteria for becoming someone worthy of your guidance.“

„Well fortunately Link and Zelda have enough adventures. And i visited enough worlds…..“

Once Zhongli is next to you again, you grab his sleeve and pull him away before others see you.

(Heaven forbid I tell them about Kingdom hearts. The legend of Zelda has enough lore to keep them busy.)

#sagau #sagau headcanons #sagau x reader #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons

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yandereloveraw · 2 years ago

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Playlist for me being a yandere's willing darling

Lock Me Up - The Cab

I Wanna Be Yours - Artic Monkeys

I'm Your Puppet - James & Bobby Purify

Dead Girl Walking (Cover) - Ryan McCartan

Stockholm Syndrome - One Direction

You Belong To Me - Patsy Cline

And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going - Jennifer Hudson

Murder - Mako

* The pink songs are my top two for showing how I feel about said yandere

#all songs belong to their creators #willing darling playlist #self insert playlist #I am a willing darling anyway #willing darling #yandere playlist #yandere music #music #minors please dni #please no negativity #self insert #darling self insert

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autisticlalna · 1 year ago

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how to watch Skyblock Kingdoms!

because i'm dragging all of you down with me.

what is Skyblock Kingdoms?:

Skyblock Kingdoms, or SBK, is a Skyblock survival server made by VikingPilot where 18 20 players are split into groups of 2 and have their own island to take care of. each island has a unique wood type, and have a monopoly over that wood type! trade between kingdoms is allowed and encouraged, but any saplings belong solely to their original island-- with the exception of oak, which is a freebie anyone can have.

the teams are theoretically a mix of seasoned skyblockers and people not as familiar with it, but in practice there's more novices than experts so comedy has quickly ensued.

what's the story?:

in most cases, SBK is more of a casual improv vibe. think Hermitcraft rather than Empires. what this means is that there's no overarching story everyone is following, but some players have bits they've decided to commit to that, in typical MCYT fashion, are spiraling. some perspectives stay away from the action, some are playing along with whatever bit is tossed their way, some have their stories to tell, and Avid is the reason i'm having to rewrite this paragraph.

we've got capitalists! we've got OSHA! we've got witches feeding the void to try and appease it so it stops eating their bridges! we've got signs of the timeline falling apart! we've got a fortune-telling wizard! we've got something trapped deep down in limbo! we've got somebody cursed to be a monkey by british sun tzu! we've got selling your soul for a weekly lootbox! we've got a kingdom being overtaken by snow and sculk! we've got an airline with a 75% mortality rate! we've got a lawyer?

as of this version of the post (Avid's episode 17, Marma1ade's episode 15, Viking's episode 13, Vintage's episode 13), the first major story arc has wrapped up and things are going in a very interesting direction.

what's the format?:

there are edited videos being released regularly on Youtube by most of the creators, but a couple of POVs are stream-only so far. however, you can easily keep up with the server shenanigans without watching any streams-- there's some stuff that doesn't make it into videos, but not anything that would leave you locked out of the loop.

you can find all of the episodes out so far in release order in this one massive playlist by Doovid! thank you Doovid <3

on top of videos and streams, SBK has songs written and performed by Avid for his episodes! please listen to Through the Void, it's really good. there's also an animation for it that's used as his intro, which is also really good. if you want to listen to cool tunes made for SBK by one of the creators, you should watch Avid.

who to watch?:

depends on what you're looking for!

if you want a focus on building, then Fixxitt and KingElffe are both working on large-scale projects that are downright stunning to see in Skyblock. if you're interested in the Void storyline, then your best bets are Avid, Marmalade, and Trog-- and if you want lore in general, you can add Rubyco, Vintage, Milkman, and Anathra (and potentially Viking) to the list. if you want something chill, then Doovid, M1G, Kale, Anathra, and Leon are pretty laid-back. if you enjoy cinematic editing, then you should check out Avid, Trog, Doovid, Leon, and Viking. if you're here for comedy, then you'll want to check out Viking, Doovid, Milkman, Leon, CodeNeon, and Kittrix, but honestly everybody gets in on that one as they mess with each other constantly. and that's still not covering everybody!

i recommend watching everyone's episode 1 to get a feel for their style and go from there. Anathra, Artemis, Neon, and Leon's perspectives start around the Ender Dragon fight, and Fool and Tea are stream-only.

who's on the server?:

as mentioned, some of these POVs are stream-only!

Dark Oak (VikingPilot + Fixxitt 412) - industry on a massive scale Cherry (Rubyco + vintage_applesauce) - friends with everyone Jungle (AvidMC + Doovid) - the universe has it out for them. Birch (TheFoolsFam + SadMilkman) - the villain is always capitalism Bamboo (M1G + KaleHameron) - space samurai shenanigans Mangrove (Marma1ade + Teaish7) - witches with a void problem Acacia (Dr. Trog + Kittrix) - triangle-loving chaos-causers Spruce (AcornBandit + Anathra) - very chill (both definitions.) End (CodeNeon + LeonSBU) - have been here the whole time! Mushroom (KingElffe + Artemis8bit) -

tl;dr Watch Skyblock Kingdoms.

#leo.txt #skyblock kingdoms #sbk #mcyt #THROWING THIS OUT INTO THE WIRLD. BE FREE #will update with links to artemis's content when its available

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certaimromance · 5 months ago

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ꫂ ၴႅၴ Chasing Ghosts.

Father figure!Hotch x BAU!reader

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Summary: Everything in your life is finally under control and almost perfect, but somehow chasing the ghost of Aaron Hotchner is still an obsession.

Words: 1,9k.

Warnings & Tags: fem!reader. angst WITHOUT a happy ending. hotch being an absent father figure. so much angst (yes, again). temporarily located after he leaves the FBI. same reader as in "tall child" but several years after that. so inspired by “like him” by tyler, the creator and all the edits with the song that I see. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).

Note: This idea came to me out of the blue because I, too, feel abandoned when I start watching the episodes after Hotch leaves<///3.

The quiet hum of the BAU filled the air, the same familiar rhythm of paperwork being shuffled, pens scratching against files, and the faint sound of voices from down the hall. The office you were in—Emily’s office now—still carried faint echoes of what it used to be. The desk was different, the decor had shifted, but the weight of the space hadn’t changed. It was still steeped in years of hard decisions, late-night strategizing, and memories that lingered even when the man who made them had gone.

Gone. Gone. Gone.

You sighed as you sifted through a stack of reports, scanning them for inconsistencies. It wasn’t even your responsibility—you were just helping out, filling a gap as the team caught up on their endless backlog. You’d been in this office countless times since Aaron had left, but it still felt strange. Like you didn’t quite belong. Like you were stepping on sacred ground that no longer had a place for you.

Being here without him was like being in a different place.

You’d been trying not to think about it, about how long it had been since he left. A year now, maybe more. You weren’t counting. Or so you told yourself for mental health. But in moments like this, standing in what used to be his space, surrounded by the echoes of his presence, it was impossible not to feel the sting of his absence.

You didn’t blame him for leaving—not entirely. Jack deserved his father, a life of peace away from the chaos of the FBI. You’d even admired his courage for walking away from something he’d dedicated his life to…You knew you would never do something like that; he was brave. But nothing of that softened the sharp edge of hurt that had been lodged in your chest ever since the day he said goodbye by a stupid piece of paper.

The truth was, he hadn’t just left the Bureau and all the atrocities that this entailed. He’d left you.

Your eyes flicked toward the desk, now Prentiss’s, and for a moment, your fingers brushed its edge. It was ridiculous how something as simple as the grain of the wood could bring back a flood of memories—of late nights, terse discussions, and the way his voice would take on that steady, commanding tone that somehow made you feel both safe and seen. The way he scolded you when you did things against protocol, the way he almost smiled when he thought you didn't notice, and most of all, the way he left overnight.

A soft knock at the door snapped you back to the present. You looked up, startled, to see Rossi leaning casually against the doorframe. His sharp eyes seemed to take in everything—the reports, your posture, the way your hand still rested on the edge of the desk, as though anchoring you to something unseen.

“Working hard, or hardly working?” he quipped, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.

You mustered a weak smile. “Just helping Emily with the backlog. Thought I’d clear some of this off her plate.”

He nodded, his gaze drifting around the room. It lingered on the desk, the walls, and the chair before settling back on you. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—something knowing—that made your stomach twist.

“You’re in here a lot,” David observed, his tone casual but laced with something deeper.

More than a lot for someone who was supposed to stop doing it on the advice of her therapist.

Because you don’t need to keep hiding you in work. Your life was good now, or so you kept telling yourself. You had settled into your role on the team, earned the respect of your colleagues, and built a rhythm that felt steady, even fulfilling. You went home to a warm apartment that didn’t feel so empty anymore, filled with little things that made you smile: books on the coffee table, cozy blankets, a half-dead plant you kept forgetting to water. You even start to have casual dates sometimes to open your heart to the world.

“Just helping,” you repeated, more curtly than you really intended.

“Hmm.” He crossed his arms, leaning against the desk. “You know, you’ve always been a terrible liar.”

“What?” you asked, your tone, again, sharper than you intended. The defenses around you were activating automatically.

He raised his hands in mock surrender, but the smirk on his lips betrayed him. “Nothing. Just…noticing things.”

Your jaw tightened. Working with profilers meant every word, every movement, was analyzed. You hated it so much in these moments.

“What?” You demanded, unable to keep the irritation from your voice.

He tilted his head, studying you with that maddening patience of his. “You make the same expressions he used to.”

No. No. No.

Do not mention him. Don't make even the slightest reference to him. Don't think about him. Don’t.

The air seemed to leave the room. Your heart clenched, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe. “What are you talking about?” you asked, though you knew. Of course, you knew.

“The furrowed brow when you’re deep in thought,” he said, his voice softer now. “The way you purse your lips when you’re frustrated but trying to hide it. And now, in this desk…you’ve always been like him. Always will be.”

You’re just like him? You look like him?

A bitter laugh escaped your lips before you could stop it. “Great. I’ve picked up his bad habits too.”

“It’s not a bad thing,” Rossi said gently, his voice softer now. “It just means he left a mark.”

You turned away, pretending to focus on the files in front of you, but the words hit harder than you wanted to admit. Of course, Hotch had left a mark. How could he not? He’d been your anchor, your mentor, your constant—even when you were at odds. And then he’d left. He’d walked away from the BAU and from you as if you were disposable.

“Doesn’t matter,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him. “He’s gone.”

Rossi didn’t respond immediately. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, almost hesitant. “Still angry at him?”

The question hit you like a gut punch, and for a moment, you couldn’t respond. Your hands tightened into fists at your sides, nails digging into your palms as if the physical discomfort could drown out the storm in your chest. “I’m not angry,” you said, the words escaping your lips faster than your brain could catch them.

It was much more complex than that. Your feeling was more akin to disappointment than anger or rage because you knew you could never hate him.

David didn’t press further, instead leaning more comfortably against the desk, as if he had all the time in the world. “You know he wanted a life for Jack,” he countered, his voice measured. “You can’t blame him for that.”

“I’m not blaming him,” you said, though it felt like a lie even as you spoke it. “But I don’t get why he had to leave everything.” you snapped, the sharpness of your voice startling even yourself. You turned away, staring hard at the stack of files, though the words on the pages blurred into meaningless lines. “He could’ve stayed in touch. But he didn’t.”

Zero calls, zero messages, zero signs that at least you mattered to him.

Rossi sighed, his expression softening with something like sympathy. “Aaron’s always been good at one thing: convincing himself that distance is the best way to protect the people he cares about.”

You looked away, the weight of his words settling uncomfortably in your chest. It didn’t make it hurt your heart any less. Nothing could ever dispel the pain, nothing but the embrace of the same person who provoked it.

There was a long pause before he spoke again, his tone lighter, almost teasing. “You know, there’s a way to settle this.”

You frowned, glancing up at him. “What are you talking about?”

Without a word, Rossi reached into his pocket. The sound of his hand brushing against the fabric of his jacket broke the tension like a crack of thunder in the stillness. He pulled out a small card and held it between two fingers, his expression unreadable as he extended it toward you.

“What’s this?” you asked, the words coming out more hesitant than you wanted.

“His number,” he said simply. “It changed.”

Your eyes dropped to the card, to the string of numbers printed neatly on its surface. For a moment, all you could do was stare. It felt like the weight of the entire room had shifted onto that tiny slip of paper. Your fingers twitched at your side, aching to grab it, yet rooted to the spot.

“I’m not calling him,” you said, though your grip on the card betrayed your uncertainty.

David smiled knowingly, as if he’d already won. “I didn’t say you had to. But if you ever want to talk to him, you’ve got the number.”

You shook your head. “No. If he wanted to talk to me, he would’ve called. He hasn’t.”

“Maybe he thinks you don’t want to hear from him,” Rossi countered. “Maybe he’s giving you space.”

“Space?” you repeated, the word bitter on your tongue. “Is that what we’re calling it now? Abandoning people?”

“He didn’t abandon you,” Rossi countered firmly, though there was no edge in his tone, only understanding. “He left because he had to. For Jack. For himself. And maybe—just maybe—he thought you were strong enough to handle it.”

The words hit like a punch to the gut, and you turned away, blinking hard to keep the tears at bay. You hated how much they affected you, how much he still affected you. “Well, he was wrong,” you muttered, the words barely audible.

Rossi didn’t argue, didn’t press. “You don’t have to use it,” he said, his voice softer now, almost a whisper. “But if you do, maybe you’ll figure out that he didn’t leave you. He just…left.”

With that, he stepped back and walked out of the room, his footsteps echoing softly down the hallway until they disappeared altogether, leaving you alone in the thick, suffocating silence.

Your eyes fell back to the card on the desk. It seemed out of place there, too bright and clean against the chaos of papers and reports. You stared at it as if it might leap off the desk and demand an answer. But it just sat there, motionless, yet somehow unbearably loud.

Your grip tightened, the edges of the card biting into your palm. And then, with a sharp, decisive motion, you tore it in half. The sound was quick, final, like the snap of a cord that had been fraying for far too long. You tore it again, and again, the pieces falling to the desk in a jagged, fragmented pile. Each rip felt like releasing a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, like reclaiming some small measure of control over the chaos he’d left behind.

When the pieces were no more than scraps, you gathered them up and marched to the trash can. You dropped them in, the fragments fluttering down like ashes from a fire long extinguished. You stared at them for a moment, your chest heaving, your emotions still raw but now dulled by the act of destruction.

Turning back to the desk, you sank into the chair, forcing your focus onto the reports in front of you. The room still felt heavy, the ghost of his presence lingering in the corners, but you pushed it aside. There was work to do. There was always work to do.

And after all, you were just like him.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch angst #thomas gibson #father figure!hotch x bau!reader

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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH, EVERYONE! We are thrilled to announce our second-annual Pride Bundles for Charity with two all-new short story bundles – 30 stories total! – that we are selling at a discount to raise money for our chosen queer charity!

Last year, our debut Pride bundles raised almost $350 for queer charities. This year, we’re back with a new General Imprint Bundle and a new Explicit Imprint Bundle, each discounted 20% from their list prices (and each including multiple stories that aren’t for sale and are usually only available to our backers on Patreon) and with 20% of the net profit going to Rainbow Railroad.

How This Works

you buy one or both bundles between now and July 8th, 2024.

we tally up all the proceeds earned and do some math-e-magic to figure out how much we’re donating!

before the end of July, we donate the raised money to Rainbow Railroad, we post the proof we’ve done so.

you get fantastic stories!

we all get that happy, glowy feeling of knowing that money has been well-spent on fantastic causes!

About the Press

Duck Prints Press is a queer-owned indie press, founded to publish original works by fancreators. We’ve been in operation for over 3 years, and in that time we’ve worked with well over 150 creators to publish six anthologies and almost 100 other stories, from shorts to novels, and we’ve got more on the works (our next anthology, our first erotica collection, will be crowdfunding within the next month!). The vast majority of our creators and their creations are queer/LGTBQIA+ (maybe even all, but we don’t out anyone and we don’t ask demography because, frankly, it’s none of our business).

25 of our authors have chosen to include their short stories in one or both of these short story bundles, and all our short story authors nominated potential charities and voted to select Rainbow Railroad as the beneficiary for our 2024 Pride Bundles.

About Rainbow Railroad

In countries around the world, LGBTQI+ people face violence and oppression simply because of who they love or who they are. Rainbow Railroad helps them get to safety! Rainbow Railroad is a global not-for-profit organization that helps at-risk LGBTQI+ people get to safety worldwide. Based in the United States and Canada, they’re an organization that helps LGBTQI+ people facing persecution based on their sexual orientation, gender identity and sex characteristics. In a time when there are more displaced people than ever, LGBTQI+ people are uniquely vulnerable due to systemic, state-enabled homophobia and transphobia. These factors either displace them in their own country or prevent them from escaping harm.

Note: This charity isnot affiliated with the Press, do not know we’re doing this fundraiser, have not endorsed this in anyway and are, as such, utterly uninvolved in this beyond being the beneficiaries of our efforts! Text is from the Rainbow Railroad website.

About the Bundles

We are offering two bundles, one with 18 short stories published under our General Imprint, the other containing 12 stories published under our Explicit Imprint. The shop listings include details about and excerpts from all the stories. Here’s the gist…

Titles in the General Imprint Charity Bundle:

The Princess and the Maze by A. L. Heard

Of Loops and Weaves by Catherine E. Green

Glass Slipper: A Dance by Cedar D. McCafferty-Svec

Songs, Suppers, and Stories by D. V. Morse

Waiting for the Tide to Turn by Genevieve Maxwell

Chinaski’s Dirty Work by J. D. Harlock

Foundations by Johnathan Stern

Seal Island by K. B. Vimes

Into the Wyvern’s Lair by Mikki Madison

Sarisa by N. C. Farrell

Whispers of Atlantis: A Tale of Discovery and Belonging by Neo Scarlett

Be Not Afraid by Nicola Kapron

Awkward and Oblivious by R. L. Houck

Washer Wars: A Laundromat Feud by Samantha M. Piper

The Wayward Timekeeper by Terra P. Waters

if it’s meant to be by Tris Lawrence

Meet C(omm)ute by Violet J. Hayes

Chrysopoeia by Zel Howland

18 stories. 254 pages. 82,462 words of fiction!

Price: $22.50

Approximately 20% of the list price of this bundle will go to Rainbow Railroad.

Titles in the Explicit Imprint Charity Bundle:

Brambles, Pollen, and Other Natural Disasters by A. L. Heard

A night such as this by April Steenburgh

Theirs All Along by boneturtle

Orchidelirium by Dei Walker

Old Kings and New by Lyonel Loy

Weather the Storm by Lyn Weaver

Pretty 7 Days a Week by R. L. Houck

Adventures of the Scarlet Sentry: After Dark by Samantha M. Piper

Worlds Apart (but Still Close) by Sanne Burg

Taken at Sea by Shea Sullivan

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rebeltarot · 1 year ago

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YOUR UNIVERSE ➕ Who are you becoming now, and who are you meant to become?

"We can’t become what we need to be by remaining what we are."

[3 piles] ・ [3 decks] ・ [10 cards for each pile] ・ [letters, signs, songs]

Hello friends! It's almost International Women's Day, and I am so excited to share this reading with you. We are focusing on who you are becoming now, and who you are meant to become! Are you planning on rebranding yourself? Definitely let me know. I hope you'll enjoy this reading as much as I did doing it. See you on the other side! 🤭🤭🤭

Painting: The Rehearsal of the Ballet Onstage - Edgar Degas (1874)

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PILE 01 ➕

Disclaimer: All Tarot readings on this blog are meant for entertainment purposes only. My Pick-a-card readings are based on my knowledge of the tarot and my intuition. Tarot is a divination tool and should not be considered a replacement for medical or professional guidance. It is not intended to be used as such, and any choices made in response to my readings are your own responsibility. All interpretations are speculative, and whether you believe in it is your choice. Readings are for self-reflection purposes only; take what resonates, and leave the rest. My readings are timeless unless stated otherwise.

CONFIRMATION

Signs and confirmation that this is your pile. This can be anything from your initials, astrological placements, significant messages or signs, places, songs, etc. Please use your discernment.

E, blank, E, I, 8th House, North Node, Cancer, "be fearless, change is good"

Song: BESIDE U - MONSTA X, Pitbull

CARDS

Tarot: 10 of cups, the wheel of fortune, 7 of pentacles, king of cups

Oracle: pioneer, the spymaster, deer, Martyr, the brawler, moose

WHO ARE YOU BECOMING NOW?

Hello, Pile 01, and welcome to your reading. Currently, you are becoming someone with overflowing cups. You have much love and happiness to give and share with others. It feels like you are aligning with who you are and what brings you joy, which leads to fulfillment and a sense of belonging. I see harmony playing a huge role here. You are finding your balance and being at peace with yourself. This new version of you that you are growing into is collecting a lot of good karma. Things are moving and developing in your favor. You are in the midst of a transformative stage that leads to a lot of luck and positivity. You are going to become someone who welcomes change and strives to move with integrity. You are sharing your wealth, and you are swimming in your own passions and good fortune. It's so interesting to me because, essentially, this describes a creator, someone who is open to new experiences and open to trying and creating new things that others have not done before. It also reminds me of cycle breakers. This new version of you holds a lot of empathy and grace. You are learning and unlearning a lot right now, and I feel like you are going to be smart with the knowledge you attain. There is still a sense of distrust here, meaning that while, yes, you are growing into this person with an abundance of love to give and happiness to experience, you are not yet fully trusting that reality. Meaning that you are still in the beginning stages; it's new to you. You have figured out a lot of things, and positivity is already manifesting for you, but it feels like it has not been long enough and you have not collected enough positive evidence vs. the negative experiences. It feels fragile still. You are, however, being a lot more gentle with yourself. The person you are becoming right now wraps everything in love. Your first go-to move is to meet the situations you encounter with tenderness and compassion. You are healing right now with the power of love, and the person you are growing into can see the light and good in all things and situations. The reason is that you are finally seeing your self-worth, and you're acknowledging your grace. Beautiful.

WHO ARE YOU MEANT TO BECOME?

You are meant to be a seeker, someone who keeps searching for new ways and new opportunities. You are not meant to sit idle; instead, you are supposed to become a person who is continuously striving for new ways and solutions. A thinker and a pioneer. You are meant to dream and implement. To move past illusions, find multiple ways and solutions to problems and situations. You are meant to be a dreamer and an idealist. Someone wise and diplomatic. Holding a lot of compassion and being devoted to the good and beautiful things in life. You are meant to become a person who can balance the head and the heart. Being of service to yourself and others is your cause and purpose in life. You are meant to use your knowledge and creativity for that. You are meant to help and support those around you who are hurt by bandaging them up and guiding them towards empathy. Helping others confront themselves and their lack of compassion and grace for themselves and others. You are meant to let your head and mind reach to the stars, yet stay grounded on the earth. Listening to your inner knowing and your attained wisdom to guide others through their journey. You are meant to be a guide because you have learned a lot and know a lot.

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PILE 02 ➕

CONFIRMATION

Signs and confirmation that this is your pile. This can be anything from your initials, astrological placements, significant messages or signs, places, songs, etc. Please use your discernment.

D, I, C, T, S, Aquarius, Venus, 6th House

Song: Out of luck - Tkay Maidza, Lolo Zouaï, Amber Mark

CARDS

Tarot: 7 of wands, the emperor, 6 of wands, 6 of cups

Oracle: hawk, athlete, the heir, sea turtle, advocate, the poet

WHO ARE YOU BECOMING NOW?

Hello, Pile 02, and welcome to your reading. You are becoming a person with a lot of stamina, capable of persevering through challenges and competition. You can protect yourself; you are willing to work on yourself and do the difficult things if it means that it helps you progress and grow. You are not backing away from a challenge; instead, you are running towards what scares you. I see you becoming someone who is disciplined and who creates stability and success. You can rely on yourself, and you take charge and control over your life by putting in the action needed to move forward. Truly impressive. You are also becoming more observant; you are taking in the information you can collect, and you are opening up your vision to any signs around you, guiding you, and relaying a message to you. It's like you have gotten rid of the blinders that kept you from seeing, and now you are going through life with 20/20 vision. You can determine your priorities and focus on them by eliminating any distractions. You are being honest with yourself and working with who you are instead of against you. You are aware of your 'weaknesses'. Honestly, the work you are putting in right now is truly valuable and opens up a bright future for yourself. You are allowing yourself to succeed. The person you are becoming is not afraid anymore of success, and you are stepping out of your way, ascending to new heights. Whatever limits you might have had before, you are transcending them. You are developing your willpower and strength of spirit, which makes you honestly unstoppable. You are now seeing your unseen potential, and you are wearing that crown without any hesitation.

WHO ARE YOU MEANT TO BECOME?

You are meant to be someone who is in harmony, in alignment, and able to pivot when need be. The person you are meant to become is a winner; you are meant to experience success, win, and gain public recognition for your efforts and fame. You are meant to progress, grow, and move forward. The person you are growing into is confident in themselves; you are meant to walk with your shoulders straight and your head held high. You are destined to be someone! The fame aspect can be global or related to your industry or community, but either way, you are meant to be acknowledged. You are predestined to be an inspiration. I feel like this heavily relates to childhood dreams and innocent intentions. You are meant to be someone joyful, someone who looks back on your life with happiness. You are supposed to be someone who holds a lot of goodwill and can reach out their hand to others with positivity and appreciation. I see you being meant to be a protector. You are destined to master finding life's flow and to be in harmony with the rhythm of life to unfold your path. You are supposed to become a hard-working person who perseveres. Your mastery of yourself will protect you and lead to a lot of happiness and fulfillment. You are meant to inspire others to put compassion into action as well as be an advocate, someone who uses their public attention and recognition to channel it into growth. To advocate for important causes that allow humanity as a whole to move forward and transform. Through your connections and through your words, you are meant to lead with vulnerability and honesty. With the feather pen, a part of this pile is certainly meant to become writers or public speakers of some sort. Some might become poets or musicians, too.

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PILE 03 ➕

CONFIRMATION

Signs and confirmation that this is your pile. This can be anything from your initials, astrological placements, significant messages or signs, places, songs, etc. Please use your discernment.

A, A, O, N, Aries, Mercury, 9th House

Song: is it new years yet? - Sabrina Carpenter

CARDS

Tarot: 9 of wands, 5 of wands, Knight of wands, 3 of cups

Oracle: dragonfly, mystic, the founder, owl, don Juan, the dancer

WHO ARE YOU BECOMING NOW?

Hello, Pile 03, and welcome to your reading. You are currently becoming resilient. Nothing can stop you as you courageously persist through whatever challenges you are met with. You are mastering setting boundaries, and you are guarding yourself and your peace. I do feel like you are becoming someone who does not shy away from conflict or opposition. Instead, you are welcoming diversity and opposing opinions to strengthen your muscles. What's interesting in your pile is how magic plays a big role both in who you are becoming now and who you are meant to become. The owl and the dragonfly are both associated with that keyword. You are openly embracing transformation and change. And you are courageously letting go of the past, allowing the magic of nature that is in you to highlight your brilliance and your blessings. I also see you embracing the divine more intimately in your life; take this however it resonates for you. For some, this talks about religion; for others, it talks about spirituality; and for another portion, it relates to practices such as tarot, etc. Either way, you are growing closer to the divine and embracing your inner wisdom. I see you also building something valuable and stable. You are founding something and birthing something brand new to you that has not existed before. I see you laying sustainable and stable foundations and building yourself a community that will last. You are heavily investing in your "village.".

WHO ARE YOU MEANT TO BECOME?

Who you are meant to become is someone inspiring and energetic. Your future self is supposed to take inspired action and follow your intuition. You are meant to be impulsive and adventurous, spontaneous, and take on any challenge that presents itself to you and that you find interesting enough to face and engage in. I see you being meant to play an integral part in a community of people that you have built, creating new things together, brainstorming, and birthing something essential in union with other people. It could very well be a community of something. Either way, it's magical and relates to your inner vision and wisdom. You are meant to choose to see the truth and see through deception. You are destined to let the past go and make room for a better life, so you can experience the good life. The person you are meant to become is supposed to rise because magic and wisdom are your birthright. I also feel like you are meant to lean into your seductive qualities. You are charming and persuasive; own that. You are destined to be free and to dance to your beat. Self-expression and inner strength are really big factors in who you are meant to become. To show up authentically in a one-size-fits-all world takes a lot of courage and strength, and you are destined to do exactly that. Show your true self and follow your intuition; it will never lead you astray.

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areislol · 2 years ago

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A time to tell

► PAIRINGS. genshin men x gn! creator! reader

► GENRE. sagau, reverse isekai, domestic life/slice of lofe, explicit/sexual (18+ for the nsfw chapters) themes.

SYNOPSIS. albedo created a machine where it would bring back their creator, who was stuck in another world, back to where they belong. but instead of bringing you here to them, it brought them to you.

WARNINGS. eventual smut, harem, angst with comfort.

STATUS. on going//i will try to update as fast and best as i can but i do procrastinate a lot so.. i do have school and work to do so updates may be a bit slow.. i will try my best though!! i do not have a specific update time, i just update whenever I finish a chapter so please bear with me, i wish i had an allocated timetable or something but i just can't fit that into my schedule (posting on a specific time).

EXTRA. i started this series because i needdd to feed my love for reverse isekai fics and i saw that there werent a lot so i was like !!! why not create my own? also, the chapters that had NSFW content in them will have the 🔞 logo beside the chapter name.

- reader is in college (has a part time job)

TAGLIST. open

> RECOMMENDED SONGS WILL BE INCLUDED IN THE CHAPTERS <

“y/n, we will be here for you for however you want us to be, we will leave even if you asked us to just please, please don’t leave us.”

chapter index

i. chapter one - the start of it all

◇─where you find yourself in a room with 24 handsome men, the thing is.. you know them from the popular game that you even played and spent hundreds of money on.. genshin impact!

ii. chapter two - the morning after

◇─the morning after everything had happened, you decided to do a little bonding session.. which was by watching your favourite movies with them of course!

iii. chapter three - a shopping spree

◇─you decide to go shopping to buy some things for you and the men, you bond by watching movies with them and playing UNO.

iv. chapter four - "you really took took care of us, huh?"

◇─a couple days goes by after meeting the men, all is going good, your daily routine has changed, and the fact that you start work tomorrow too doesn't help anything at all.

v. chapter five - Back to work

◇─you have to return back to work after having your days off, little did you know you would find out something that would absolutely make you feel at unease and that would make you paranoid forever.

MINI FIC - Merry christmas! (wait why are we supposed to say that again?)

◇─celebrate christmas with them!!

vi. chapter six - The stalker

◇─not in a million years did you expect to ever get yourself a stalker, how did you? no idea. but with the sudden help of a woman she manages to find a way to catch the stalker. will you and your friends or well, the men, see her ever again, and will they meet for the good or bad?

vi. chapter seven - A walk in the park

◇─deciding that it has been quite some time since the men went out, you take them out to a park and have a picnic, bonding time if you will.

viii. chapter eight - Credit where it's not due

◇─you finally have some time to understand elisa, and to be honest, you aren't sure if you and her get along.

MINI FIC - A New Year’s With You

◇─happy new years!!

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shesimsplayer · 7 months ago

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shine bright like a diamonds..

I think this is going to be my favourite category.

I was inspired to create Aaliyah by the singer Tyla, so let's think of her as a prototype, so here are a few facts about her biography:

Age: 28 years old, birthday June 15, 1996, zodiac sign: gemini

Living: Oasis Springs, Aaliyah lives in a luxurious, expansive mansion in Oasis Springs. Her home has been featured in lifestyle magazines for its blend of modern architecture and artistic decor.

Musical Genre: Aaliyah is a versatile artist who seamlessly combines elements of pop and jazz in a style she calls "Jazz-Pop Soul." This approach, with its rich jazz undertones and catchy pop rhythms, appeals to a wide audience and has made her music memorable.

Influences: she draws inspiration from classic jazz legends like Nina Simone and contemporary pop icons such as Alicia Keys. Her sound includes touches of blues and R&B, giving her songs a soulful, emotionally resonant quality.

Early Beginnings: she started her musical journey at just 16, singing in local clubs where her powerful voice and magnetic presence quickly attracted attention. She was discovered by a producer and signed her first record deal at 20.

Awards and Recognition: Aaliyah has earned multiple Grammy nominations and won the "Best New Artist" award during her first year in the industry. Critics have praised her unique ability to infuse jazz nuances into popular music.

Fashion: her style is both chic and eclectic, often featuring a mix of designer brands with bold, unique statement pieces.

Hobbies: Outside of music, Aaliyah has a passion for art and painting. She also actively supports local artists, hosting exhibitions in her home to showcase their work.

Personal Life: A huge basketball fan, Aaliyah often attends games in her free time. She’s been open about her admiration for a well-known NBA star, with whom she’s rumored to share a close connection. Fans speculate about a budding romance, though she remains tight-lipped about the details.

Lots recommended: The Osasis Restaraunt, SBA Stadium, Techo Azul

With her deep roots in jazz and a flair for pop appeal, Aaliyah Lawson stands out as one of the most dynamic performers of her generation.

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neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies · 3 months ago

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Why does everyone HATE Taylor Swift bro. Like no one has to like her or her music but there are so many artists I don't like but I just dont give a fuck about them yk?

I like so many more artists of different genres with the same bandwidth that I like her, so I wouldn't call myself a hardcore swiftie but I know the lyrics to nearly all of her music, take that as you will.

And any argument for HATE can't be justified in my opinion.

1) Like you don't like her music- DONT LISTEN TO IT?? People say all her musuc sounds the same eventhough she has albums in pop, country, indie genres. She writes about a lot of stuff. Most people who say this have not heard anything beyond top 10-

2) Tyler, the creator has written a song about how he wants to rape women. Eminem has songs about domestically abusing his ex-wife and burying her. "But it was so long ago" and yet people pull out her lyrics because they are cringe.

2) She hasn't even been on the top 10 carbon emittors this year or the year before or the year before or the- (you get my point) She is the face of jet usage and for what? Beyonce was 6th in 2023, no one called her out for it. Travis Scott has been the 1st/2nd for a couple of years now. No one mentions that. Even Celine Dion is at 10th. Several Kardashians are on the list. Why is she being criticized for not even being on the list.

3) And as for the whole, she only writes about her exes? I could name more than 2 dozen songs on spot that are not about her romantic life. Even most of her top songs are not about her romantic life. (Ex - Antihero, you belong with me, cruel summer, blank space, shake it off, bad blood etc etc) Several other artists do this too. That's just what people write about. And criticizing her for having romantic relationships is just fucking stupid. Most artists have had more relationships than her. I don't get this argument.

4) And her fanbase is criticized with 'only straight white teenage girls listen to it'. Like a majority of white Anerican singers - she has a white fanbase. I am an Indian enby lesbian and I still enjoy her music. Why is something trash just because teenage girls like it? The Beatles had a largely female fanbase and now they are classics.

5) Her fans are crazy - most popular singers have a sub-section of people who are insane. I'm not defending them because they scare me too but there are worse fandoms.

6) The stupidest one by far - She uses feminism as a selling point. I am yet to hear of anyone listening to her because she is a feminist. Just because she likes doing/wearing stereotypically girly things does not mean she can't talk about being a feminist. In the same vein, she released a song about supporting queer people to gain money. Are you even hearing yourself...

7) She is ruining football. I'm not even going to defend this, she attended matches, why does that piss you off. Grow up.

She pays her workers well (VERY WELL), she donated in the food banks of every city she's toured in with the Eras Tour, she supports artists in award shows. She is a safe space for so many young girls, it seems so rude to hate someone who is kind and brings joy to so many young people.

Yes, she isn't perfect, she releases several vinyls for a quick cash grab, she has too many remixes, just because she isn't in the top 10 emitters, doesn't mean she's not there at all but hating her for this. It does not make sense to me. Don't like her, don't talk about her. It's really that simple.

(Did I mention how this hate escalats to violence, how her shows were going to be bombed, how people STABBED little girls in a taylor swift themes dance recital. STABBED. How a lot of the comments regardingthese events was stuff like 'you should have killed them all' 'the show should' happened so all of them die')

#taylor swiftt #taylor swift #eras tour #taylor swift hate

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unlimitedlust · 2 months ago

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Cleanse Me With Pleasure - Bill Skarsgard x Reader (part 1)

(The gif above does not belong to me, all credits belong to its owner/creator)

Author’s note:

Hello, dear readers, I was absent for a while and now I’m back, but this time in a different fandom.

Bill Skarsgard’s been living rent free in my mind for a long while now so it was finally time to bring something to life for you.

I had so much fun writing it, I hope you like it just as much.

It’s been months since I last wrote something so I’m feeling a bit rusty and I hope you can forgive me for that.

Masterlist

Disclaimers:

For the first time ever in this blog, this isn’t a smut (yet), but you’ll have an overdose of it in the next parts hehe. Expect my absolute worst (👀) for the next parts, as I have the filthiest plans for it 😈. Update: parts 2 and 3 have been published!

For now, expect lots of teasing and power play.

English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes I eventually skipped while proof-reading it.

Bill Skarsgard is a real person, but nothing in this story is, it was all made up in my head.

I wrote it to Sleep Token’s “Emergence”, “Rain”, “Alkaline” and “The Apparition”, so if you’re into listening to something while reading, these are the songs I recommend you.

WC: 2.4K

I hope you enjoy your time here and if you do, please feel free to leave a comment or just like and/or reblog the story, I really appreciate it and your feedback is what gives me the fuel to keep writing :)

End of Author’s note

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Your teenage-self writing fanfictions in the middle of the night could never imagine that many years later you’d be standing in the middle of a crowd, attending the premiere of a movie made from one of your books.

What once was only a hobby became your job as you made it big in the book industry, now being one of the most famous dark romance writers in the world. And the best thing about it was that no one knew who you really were.

From day 1 you adopted a pseudonym so no one knew you or your face. You were invisible, and that allowed you to quietly mingle in the sea of journalists and photographers eager to get the best shots and interviews from the cast that had just arrived.

When your last book boomed and made it to the bestsellers, your friend and movie director, William, called you immediately, begging you to allow him to turn it into a movie.Your only condition at that time was “I want to choose the cast”. Now had Bill Skarsgard walking across the red carpet, kindly addressing his fans. A couple of steps later, he was practically in front of you getting interviewed.

Everything seemed to run smoothly, until the journalist interviewing him asked a personal question that made him visibly tense and uncomfortable. Hating to see him in such a position, and being the creative quick thinker you were, you stepped in behind the camera, pretending to be his assistant.

“Excuse me, Bill, but you have to get inside right now, the movie’s about to start”

“Just this one last question, please”, the interviewer insisted. But Bill took his cue and excused himself to get inside the theater, not without sparring a quick but thankful glance at you.

Moments later you vanished from the crowd and made your way inside as well, since the movie would start soon. Watching your hard work transformed into a movie was fulfilling, and you seeing the way Bill played your favorite character so far had you gasping for air through at least half of the movie.The character you wrote was hot, but Bill was undeniably even hotter, and by the surprised reactions around you you knew the audience felt the same.

When the final scene faded to black, the theater erupted into applause. The lights flickered back on, signaling the end of the night’s screening, but the beginning of celebrations for you.

As you stepped out into the cold evening air, the sounds of the city quickly swallowed up the last traces of the film’s score.

A sleek black car was waiting, ready to whisk you away from the theater’s glowing marquee and toward the after-party on the other side of town.

The car pulled up to a building, and you could see by the blinking lights at the top, that the rooftop was already humming with energy. As you came out of the elevator, you stumbled upon a breathtaking view of the New York skyline, and the pulse of music and laughter made your skin tremble.

You held your dark trench coat tighter around your body as you made your way to a group of friends, being immediately greeted with a tequila shot.

“Look who’s finally here! Our secret star of the night!” Amanda, your best friend, exclaimed as you joined the small group, each of them with their own shots in hand waiting for you.

“Thanks for the support guys, I wouldn’t have gotten so far if I didn’t have you by my side”

Everyone downed their shots and, seconds later, you already had a glass of red wine in your hands, ready to drink away the night with your friends.The conversation flowed effortlessly, laughter blending with the loud music pulsing through the speakers. The rooftop was lively, and for a moment, you let yourself sink into the joy of the evening.

A few moments later, as Amanda was cracking one of her infamous jokes, a shift in the crowd caught your attention, a subtle energy that made you glance up. Standing in a small group next to the bar on the other side of the rooftop was Bill, his eyes scanning the crowd, before locking onto yours like a magnet.

You couldn’t help the shiver that went down your spine as he seemed to excuse himself from the group and walk towards your direction. You casually averted your gaze back to your friends, but it didn’t take long for you to feel his broad presence behind you.

“Hey”, your friends’ attention shifted to him as he approached you with a charming half-smile on his lips. “Can I steal you from your friends for a second?”

Everyone went silent and expectant for what your answer would be.

“Yeah, sure”, you smiled back and excused yourself as you followed him to a quiet corner, both of you leaning on the rooftop railing.

“I just wanted to thank you for what you did earlier tonight”

“I’m glad that worked out” You both let out a small giggle.

“I think I’ve seen you at the filming set a few times, but I haven’t got your name?”

“It’s Y/N”

“Y/N”

You felt your stomach flutter at the sound of your name coming from his lips, but you quickly pushed it away to keep your composure.

You’d seen each other before on set when you went there to help William with some advice he wanted from you, but you never imagined your presence was even noticed, let alone by Bill.

“Did you like the movie?” He asked before taking a sip from his glass.

“Oh I loved it, I think it made justice to the book despite the limitations involved in condensing it into a movie.” You took a sip of your wine, “You did an amazing job on the character by the way.”

“Thanks. When William invited me he said the author had me in mind as their first option for the role, so I got really curious. That was one of the reasons I couldn’t say no.”

You almost let out a small giggle at his comment, since he had no idea who you were. You were deeply interested in knowing more about his thoughts around it, and maybe, just maybe, around you.

“What were the other reasons?”

“So… After William called me, I got the book to have a better idea of what the character and the movie were about… I knew the genre and I knew people were talking a lot about it lately, but I didn’t expect to get so invested in the story”

You took a generous gulp of your wine, only letting your stare linger over him, and hoping to hide your blushing face t, but you got the impression that he didn’t miss the playful glint in your eyes as he spoke.

“I gotta say, I’m not a dark romance reader but that one got me on a chokehold… Not only the book, but the author as well. I’ve been obsessed with their books and the mystery around them ever since.”

“Why’s that?”

“I mean… The way it was written, it pulls you in, it makes me feel like I’m living what the characters are living, feeling what they’re feeling. The hunger, the need, even the despair…”

Bill seemed completely lost in his thoughts as he opened up to you, a stranger, about your own work and how it made him feel, and you couldn’t help but feel somewhat powerful.

“…I don’t know how they do it, but damn I’d love to know, if only I could meet them.”

At that moment, you had the perfect opportunity in your hands. You rarely revealed your identity to anyone outside of your inner circle, but then, it just felt right. Plus, you’d love to see the look on his face at the realization that all he had to do was:

“Ask away.” Your lips curved in a knowing smile as you watched him make the connection, a timid smile forming in his lips. His eyes scanned you up and down a couple of times as his whole demeanor shifted, his well defined jaw tensed and his beautiful green eyes gaining a different darker shade, filled with a lot more than just admiration and fascination.

“So…Everything, every word, every scene, came from you?” He paused, his gaze dipping slightly as he took you in, the mind beyond the words that had him hooked.

“That’s exactly why I chose you to be my character, Bill.” He left his glass on a small table next to you and took a step closer, fully interested in what you were about to say. “I had a feeling you would be the one to play him just like I envisioned him, the one that could bring up all the layers I wrote, with the intensity I aimed, and now it’s my turn to confess: you excelled at it.”

You took a final sip from your wine and also leaving your glass at the same table he’d just left his.

“There were scenes that didn’t make it to the movie, scenes I wish I had.”

“Which ones?” You tilted your head slightly, amusement in your eyes as you were now curious to know where he was coming from and where he was going.

Bill chuckled, the sound of it going straight to your core as you watched him shake his head, as if he debated whether to say it, until he finally did.

“The ones that made me wonder about the author.” Your heart skipped a beat at his words as you felt yourself getting hotter and hotter despite the cold wind.

“What about the author?” Your voice came out almost as a whisper as you leaned closer, your eyes challenging him as you fought to not let them get lost on his plump lips.

“How did she get to those scenes, whether it was from experience, whether it was just from her imagination.” You could feel your pulse quickening but you kept your composure, your eyes deeply intrigued, never leaving his intense gaze.

“And what’s your theory around it?” You licked your lips unwittingly, without missing the way his eyes followed it.

“That it came from something real, but not from experience. They were a confession disguised as fiction, because you didn’t just create those moments, you craved them”

You shuddered at his words because they were the truth. You often put into your stories what you wanted in your own life but didn’t have anyone truly able to fulfill it, so you got lost in your own characters.

Suddenly, all the lights flicker and the sound of the music gets cut off. Everything goes out, a power outage swept through the building. Instinct kicked in and you gripped Bill’s arm for reference as his other hand found your waist, steading you.

The lights coming from far below on the streets helped your eyes adjust faster to the sudden darkness, and you could finally watch him leaning closer to your ear. Your skin tingled with electricity and your mouth went dry with how turned on you were in that very moment, eager to know his next step as the darkness just seemed to have intensified the moment between the two of you.

“What an interesting timing,” he chuckled in a low, knowing tone, voice dripping in amusement as it’s vibrations made your pussy throb in need, “to think we’re in the dark, like I’ve read in one of your books, just as I was about to ask if you’ve ever imagined yourself living out one of your own scenes.”

Your stomach clenched and heat pooled deep in your core, but you didn’t falter.

You let the weight of his words set between the two of you before you brought your lips close to his ear to make sure only he would hear your next words “I’ve imagined it countless times,” you confessed, feeling the tension thicken between you as he eagerly waited for you to continue. “But I’ve never found anyone capable of turning it into reality.”

You heard him inhale at your words, and felt the way the fingers on your hips tightened their hold around you at your words. You leaned back, but still kept close to his face, locking your eyes on him.

“No one that has what it takes.”

His jaw tightened and his eyes flickered with something sharp, a fire dancing behind them. At that moment you knew you had him right where you wanted.

“You think you’ve got me figured out” Your voice had a low, teasing tone to it. “You’re asking me about my desires when you’re the one devouring every page. You read my books, memorized my words, let them crawl under your skin”

He bit his lower lip as you dragged your fingers in a feather-like touch from his abs to his chest to then rest them on his shoulder.

“You’re the one who couldn’t put the book down. Who got obsessed. Who craved.” You could hear him swallowing hard, yet you didn't stop. “So tell me, Bill,” you lean in closer, your lips only inches away from his. “Have you ever thought that maybe you’re the one who’s been laid bare?”

You licked your lips once again, smiling deviously at the way his eyes lingered on them.

“After all, you didn’t just bring my character to life, you became him.” His breathing was slow and controlled, but the hard grip on your waist told you everything you needed to know. The game was yours.

Bill inhaled deeply as the flicker of something dark and dangerous flashed in his eyes, followed by a knowing and mischievous smile.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice nothing but a low rasp between the two of you. “Keep this up, and you might just find out exactly what I’m capable of.”

Your stomach tightened at his words, at the sheer promise laced between them. “Might? Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you challenged.

The electricity around you was almost palpable until out of nowhere, someone called his name. A voice breaking through the thick haze between both of you.You watched his jaw clench, annoyance flashing across his face, since he was clearly not ready to be interrupted. But it was too late.

Along with the interruption the lights and the music came back on, fully ruining the moment. You took the cue to take a step back, but not before letting your lips ghost against his ear one last time.

“I guess we’ll see another time, if you really have what it takes.”

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Valentine's Day Special Event

To celebrate this February 14th I have decided to make a small event for all of you!!! The rules are simple, you will go through four stations where you must put together your request as follows: First station - member: Choose the member you want the request from (only one!) Second station - gender: Choose a phrase you want to appear in the request (maximum 3!) Third station -AU Fourth station - Trope The event will be open until February 28th and requests will be published in order starting in March (those containing NSFW content may take longer than others).

If you want to participate or use this there is no problem, you can use it!!! (Although credit would be appreciated 🙂‍↕️) Special thanks to the creators of the prompts: @dumplingsjinson @me-writes-prompts and @nightprompts <3

➤ Choose your partner;

⁠❥ Kim Seokjin

⁠❥ Min Yoongi

⁠❥ Jung Hoseok

⁠❥ Kim Namjoon

⁠❥ Park Jimin

⁠❥ Kim Taehyung

⁠❥ Jeon Jungkook

➤ Choose your chocolate savor;

❥ Dark Chocolate (Smut):

❛ you can't expect me to do all the work. i want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do. ❜

❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜

❛ i want to fuck you so badly. ❜

❛ do you really think you’re in a position to give orders? ❜

❛ please. make me feel good. no one else can like you. ❜

❛ you can call me whatever you want, baby. ❜

❛ we're going to fuck right here? what if someone sees us? ❜

❛ your body was made for mine. ❜

❛ you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜

❛ you want gentle? wrong fucking address. ❜

❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜

❛ it's my thigh or nothing. i'm not helping you get off. ❜

❛ i'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜

❛ i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜

❛ now, i'll ask again, are you going to be good for me? ❜

❛ we both know how much you're going to enjoy this. ❜

❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜

❥ Chocolate (Angst):

"It's not you...it's me. I can't stop loving you."

"If I knew loving someone would hurt so much, I still would've loved you."

"I'm tired of being the only one who loves you. I need you to love yourself first."

"This is not the version of you I fell in love with. And honestly, I've forgotten the real you."

"Is it so hard to believe I've stopped loving you?"

"I can't live without you. I can't love without you. I need you, by my side, always did and always will." "You'll be okay. I know you will."

"It's not okay to just leave me here, after telling me you love me back." "We can't- we'll never be together."

"So you choose them over me? After all we've been through together, you choose them?"

"I'm forbidden to love you. I'm forbidden to be with you. So, what am I to do if not fall on my knees and beg for you to stay?"

"It's truly funny...how you can't choose who you want to be in love with. I didn't choose to be in love with you. It just happened, and I wish it didn't."

Walking in rain to their house just to find that they're no longer there.

"You can't go. You cannot leave me here. You promised we'll be together forever."

Playing the song they always sang together to, and just crying.

"It'll never be the same between us. We'll never be the same."

"Your silence speaks more than you ever have. And, I'm not sure why it took so long for me to notice."

"You've drifted so far away from my side that I can no longer reach for your hand and guide you back to me."

"I can no longer recognize you. And that's not even the saddest part. It's the fact that you no longer make any attempt to make me understand you."

❥ White Chocolate (Fluff):

“I see such a vivid picture of us in the future, and it’s looking so amazing.”

“I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, but that doesn’t mean I regret it one bit.”

“You make me a better person, love, and I hope you know most of this character development is because of you.”

“Sweetheart, you’re tired. Go to sleep; I’ll still be here in the morning.”

“I’m yours in this eternity, and in any and every other eternities which may lay ahead of us. I’ll always find my way back to you, no matter what.”

“Everyday I fall for you all over again and I find that to be pretty neat.”

“We don’t need a ring on my finger for us to know I’m yours forever.”

“I gave you one hundred and one reasons to walk away, yet you never did. Why?” “Because I love you. It’s really that simple.”

“Remember when we first met here?” “Yeah, of course. That was the day when you spilled coffee on me and apologised profusely but all I could think about was how gorgeous you are and how great it would have been to get your number.”

“It’s always been you, and it will always be you. Please never forget that.”

“You make me feel all soft and mushy inside.” “That is a good thing, right?” “Of course! You melt me, love.”

“You’re an idiot.” “Well, at least I’m your idiot, right?”

“You’re the reason why I believe in love, you know?”

“Stop back-hugging me while I’m trying to cook! You’re distracting me,”

“C’mere and rest next to me. You’ve worked hard enough today.”

“You feeling any better?” “So much better now that you’re here. I love you".

“You always manage to make me feel like I’m worth it.” “That’s because you are worth it. You’ll always be worth it in my eyes.”

➤ Choose your bouquet;

❥ Tulip: College AU

❥ Rose: Royalty AU

❥ Lavender: CEO AU

❥ Jasmine: Artist AU

❥ Marigold: Celebrity AU

❥ Hyacinth: Coworkers AU

❥ Lotus: Florist AU

❥ Lily: Bad Boy AU

❥ Cherry Blossom: Coffee Shop AU

➤ Choose your date;

❥ Drive-in-movie: Second Chance

❥ Night Walk: Arranged Marriage

❥ Picnic Date: Friends To Lovers

❥ Bowling: Enemies To Lovers

❥ Karaoke Night: Roomates

❥ Dance Night: Established Relationship

❥ Amusement Parks: Body Swap

❥ Museum: Only One Bed

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