#Loyal World Market

[chicknparm]

I am the only person on earth who is Normal about Taylor Swift.

[theheadlessgroom]

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@beatingheart-bride

“She should,” Wilhelm agreed with a small smile: He thought all the work she did during their courtship was quite lovely, especially her work when it came to flowers and the like. June just naturally tended to gravitate towards flora; whether it was in art, in cooking, in sewing or, of course, in her own garden, she had an unshakeable green thumb that informed much of her interests and specialties. All that time at the nursery, learning about plants and their properties, really paid off, he had to say.

Wilhelm himself, he tended to prefer drawing people and animals; he felt he wasn’t all that good at sketching out plants. No, he preferred the little sketches he’d done of horses, of cows (he tended to gravitate towards the cows he met on his journey through America; if there were some out in a pasture somewhere, he liked to reach over the fence and pet them, reminded fondly of the ones his family owned back in the Emerald Isle), or stray cats and dogs and, of course, of his beloved wife and son, whose smiling faces he captured many times on the canvas.

It made him wonder what Emily’s preference would be: Would she prefer art of the nature around her, or the people in it? Or would it be some pleasant mix of the two? She certainly had a lot of plants to practice with, given the little ones Randall had bought for her as a way of brightening up the room, making it feel a bit more homey to her, but she also seemed keen to draw people such as himself as well, so hey, who knew? At any rate, he was quite keen to see her handiwork.

[jellys-compendium]

Bodyguard!Nanami Headcanons

Rating: Explicit (18+ only, Minors DNI)

Pairing: Nanami x F!Reader Cw: smut, p in v sex, masturbation, cunnilingus, mutual pining, mentions of violence, jealousy Wc: ~1K A/n: Just some Bodyguard!Nanami brainrot here folks. I'm slowly getting more practice writing for this absolute beast of a man. 💙

Bodyguard!Nanami is a professional that takes all of his contracts seriously. He's the best of the best when it comes to keeping people alive. Enlisted by a mysterious figure with a deep need for secrecy and an even deeper bank account, Nanami is assigned to you. His mission? To protect you using any means necessary.

Bodyguard!Nanami whose relationship with you starts out awkward and rocky. You're not in the market for a babysitter, and you certainly don't need this massive man looming over your shoulder day in and day out. But despite your protests, Nanami quietly does his job without fault, a protective presence that you find yourself getting used to--sometimes even craving.

Bodyguard!Nanami who sparks the curiosity and intrigue of those in your elite social circle. Wherever did you get such a handsome and loyal bulldog? Does he do tricks? Is he as ferocious as he appears? Will he really take a bullet for you? Does he fuck you as rigorously as he protects you?

Bodyguard!Nanami who senses your anger at their hungry stares and mockery of him, and grounds your piquant fury by resting a heavy hand on your shoulder. 'Let it be.'

Bodyguard!Nanami who two months into his contract realizes that he has his work cut out for him protecting you. With your fierce determination, dazzling intellect, and smart mouth there is very little that actually frightens you. And that frightens him.

Bodyguard!Nanami who honors his contract to the letter, putting himself in the line of fire to shield you from whatever threat comes your way. Imagine Nanami's surprise when it's you who ends up pushing him out of harm's way instead.

Bodyguard!Nanami who chastises you the moment he gets you alone for putting yourself at risk for his sake. It doesn't matter that he had a gun pointed to his head, above all else his job is to protect you.

Bodyguard!Nanami who initially, only touches you when necessary--pointedly ignoring the stinging bite of envy along his inner cheek when he sees your suitors' hands indulging in your soft curves so nonchalantly. Their fingers on yours, resting at the small of your back, brushing along your shoulder. It takes every once of restraint Nanami possesses to keep himself from ripping their arms out of their sockets.

Bodyguard!Nanami who takes solace in the fact that even though he's not considered your equal in your social circle, he's the one who knows you from the inside out. He's studied you each and every day, listened to your tipsy murmuring on those long, quiet night drives back home, felt your body melt into his whenever he carried you to your bed. Nanami knows the name of your childhood pet, recognizes the hidden tilt in your voice when you're discouraged, knows that your most favorite thing to do in the world is to try out new recipes with him on rainy Sunday mornings.

Bodyguard!Nanami who groans with pleasured frenzy in the shower as he fists his thick cock to the thought of you. Fantasizing about your body, your eyes, your smell, your taste--arching and coming to the dizzying thought of the sweet sounds you'd make under the rapture of his tongue. But he knows he can't touch you. You're his contract, not his lover.

Bodyguard!Nanami whose desire becomes more difficult to control and near impossible to hide with each passing day. His gaze follows you everywhere you go, drinking in your movement, holding you with his eyes. Nanami desperately wants to kiss you, feel you and fuck you until he can't tell where he ends and you begin. What would his pretty boss sound like coming on his tongue? He wonders.

Bodyguard!Nanami whose self-restraint snaps on that fateful afternoon when you prance out of your bedroom in that beautiful yellow sundress that he's imagined fucking you in countless times. Nanami is on you like a hurricane, pulling up your skirt and nearly tearing off your panties before eating your cunt like a man starved. Frenzied, your bodyguard pins you to the nearest surface and locks your hips in the crux of his strong arms. He delights in your excited moan, growling against your sensitive flesh, sucking and licking your folds and clit until they're twitching and swollen. Nanami won't rest until you're whimpering, trembling, and have drenched him down to his chest with your glistening arousal.

Bodyguard!Nanami who becomes addicted to your flavor, the scent of your sex, and the chorus of your pleasure. He'll eat you out whenever you'll let him but fucking you is a line he won't cross. He'd sever his arm before he'd sully your reputation in the service of his own desire.

Bodyguard!Nanami who never takes days off because a day away from you is nothing short of agony. It is only at your prolonged insistence that he takes some vacation time to go and visit his family out of town for a few days.

Bodyguard!Nanami who stifles his panic when he receives an emergency call on one of his rare days off that you'd been taken for ransom. The words 'she's gone' screeching in his eardrums as Nanami drops everything, immediately ending the call and opening the tracking app on his phone. He traces your last steps in a mad race against time to find you.

Bodyguard!Nanami who tears through an army to get to you, crushing every opponent that stands in his way with no mercy. Whatever their plan, whatever the weapons in their hands, in the end Nanami will always make it to you. Disheveled, panting, purple knuckled, and dripping crimson. The moment Nanami gets his hands on you he frees you from your bonds and holds you close, thanking every god he can think of by name. You're alive. You're alive and safe.

Bodyguard!Nanami who makes love to you that same night he thought he'd lost you forever. He meets you by moonlight, wordless confessions hanging heavy in the cool, blue air before the two of you melt into each another. Nanami strips you naked and worships you with his tongue, loving you tenderly with his lips, gently stretching you open on his girthy cock--wide and trembling and wanting just for him. With teeth on your throat, Nanami groans at the feeling of your sharp nails digging into his back, thrusting deeply into your eager little cunt that squeezes and milks him so affectionately with each surge forward. Swallowing your moans, Nanami paints and restores every line of your form with his reverent hands. All night long, your loyal bodyguard works diligently to put your pieces back together and return you to your rightful place--safe and happy in his arms.

[plus-size-reader]

Gentle

Sandor Clegane x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2737 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Ned Stark’s eldest daughter finding herself interested by the King’s loyal protector, and even more disenchanted by how he’s treated

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The King’s arrival in Winterfell wasn’t of much interest to you, if you were being honest.

Of course you understood that it was a great honor and that his Grace was very important to your father, but outside of that, you had no real reason to pay the caravan much mind as it moved through the streets of Winterfell.

Had it not been for the pretense of duty and honor, and more severely, the pressure of your mother’s wrath, you truly believed you would have skipped the entire affair.

You weren’t the object of their visit, after all.

As the eldest daughter of Lord Eddard Stark, you were much too old to be of much interest to the young Prince compared to your sisters, and the King only came to Winterfell with your Aunt Lyanna on the mind.

Really, you weren’t sure why you needed to attend.

Until, you found yourself staring down the traveling party of the King’s guard, and the striking presence of the man they called “the Hound”

You had heard stories of the man over the years, and you knew where the title had come from, but never could you have imagined the man before you now and that man were one in the same. He hardly struck you as some ravenous monster, even then.

…and as the days went by, you found your opinion unchanged.

You existed in Winterfell simply, a privilege afforded you by your father’s title and the love the families of the North had for the Starks.

For the most part, you did what you wanted and didn’t call too much attention to yourself, content to read on the sidelines and follow after your siblings as they grew into their own. That meant that you escaped a lot of the formalities of nobility, as no one really needed too much of your attention.

If they were looking for a Stark to talk to, you were always fairly low on the list and you liked it that way, especially given all the excitement in Winterfall over the past few days.

With Sansa entertaining the Prince, your father entertaining the King and Queen, and the charms of the North keeping the guard away, you finally had a moment to yourself which only meant one thing. You could finally finish your book.

It was all set, just as you wanted it.

The weather had yet to get so bitter cold that you couldn’t stand to be out, so you grabbed a blanket and set it in the clearing near the market, under a big tree. The septa’s rarely bothered you these days, so you should be able to get some peace and quiet.

Not that you got too far before something else caught your eye.

You had only been reading your book for a short time when you heard the familiar sing-songy tone of your sister’s voice, followed unsurprisingly by the nasally pitch of Prince Joffrey.

They were to be married following this trip, and you knew she was excited. You could tell by the way she skipped lightly as she walked, and how she hung on his every word.

You had never been in love yourself, but you had to imagine that was what it looked like. Perhaps that was why you found yourself watching them as they walked, or maybe it had more to do with the Hound, loyal as always, who was trailing behind them steadily.

He was an interesting man, you’d decided.

Even as he walked, he studied the world around him as if he wasn’t a part of it, rather that he was peering in at it from the outside. You felt that you could relate, in some way, as you had always been that way.

They’d chastised you for being a dreamer as a girl. The Septa would take your books and keep them from you, your mother would beg you to engage in your duties as a lady and even Robb and Theon teased you.

Your head was always far away and even now, you had managed to keep it that way. While other women your age married and had heirs for unimpressive Lords, you remained in your father’s homeland.

A place where you could keep your books and your dreams, without having to endure the ugliness.

Not that ugliness was really the problem in the first place.

You were certain that some found the Hound ugly in all his violence and impropriety, but you couldn’t dare count yourself among them. Even now, as you stared at him over your bound paper novel, you saw nothing short of a dream like all the others.

It wasn’t even something you could truly understand, if you had any desire to try. There was just a softness to him, a quiet contemplation that made you feel as if no harm would ever come to you.

That wasn’t a feeling you’d known before now, as that was one of the things the North had never really had. Your father and brothers would rather die than let something or someone hurt you, you knew that, but it wasn’t so simple.

The comfort his presence held went beyond any physical threat or danger, it was almost warm.

Not that you would have ever ventured to admit it.

After all, you had never even spoken to the man and if you tried to explain the way you were feeling to anyone, they would surely have you committed. The hound was a lot of things, but none would have called him warm.

None outside of you that was.

You continued your staring for quite some time, only occasionally looking away from the sight before you to mindlessly turn the page in your book. You imagined you may have sat there all evening if you remained uninterrupted.

However, when your attention returned to the imposing form of the King’s dog across the way to find him already looking at you, the illusion fell away entirely.

Surely he thought you were demented.

In the entire time he and the King’s guard had been in Winterfell, you had yet to speak a word to a one of them but that didn’t mean he was unfamiliar with you. Every time he turned around, he found you sitting somewhere over his shoulder, that same book perched in your lap.

Anyone else may have just brushed you off, assuming you were a bit out there as your family always had, but Sandor couldn’t quite do that.

After all, he had grown used to the weary glances and fearful whispers between people as he passed, but no one had ever paid him so much mind as you seemed to be.

Naturally he was curious.

No one had voluntarily spent that much time looking at him in all his life, and he needed to know what it was about you that was different.

You tensed the moment you noticed his attention, not daring to look away from the weathered pages beneath your fingers, not when you heard him nearing where you sat and certainly not when he stopped at your side.

Neither of you spoke, and you weren’t even sure if you drew a single breath, but he certainly did as he waited. Waited for what he wasn’t sure, but it just seemed to be the thing to do.

As if you would somehow explain yourself if he stood in your presence long enough.

Though, after a long moment passed between you without so much as a glance from you, he decided to just end the torment for you both.

There would be no sense in just standing here all evening.

“Why do you stare so much?” he wondered aloud, his voice just as gruff as it always was, though you caught something else hidden there too. Just beneath the surface, hiding beneath the walls he’d built hugh within himself.

It almost sounded like a sort of nervousness, though you would have imagined him incapable of something so common.

You didn’t answer at first.

Whether it was due to the humiliation of being caught that held your tongue or the nerves of facing down such an imposing man on your own, he wasn’t sure. All Sandor knew for sure was that this was one of the strangest interactions he’d ever had.

If only he knew.

The real reason for your silence wasn’t some twisted interest or shame but because there was no real answer at all. At least not one you’d confidently admit while those brown eyes had you locked in a stare.

You hadn’t meant it to be disrespectful, of course, because the nature of your admiration couldn’t be farther from distaste. However, to a man like Sandor, that was exactly what it looked like.

…What it felt like.

Naturally, after a life of rejection, Sandor assumed that your staring was like that of every else when they looked at him. He assumed you were disgusted by him, and his grotesque face, or perhaps that you were afraid.

He hoped you weren’t afraid.

In any case, he never could have imagined that you would answer him in the way you did, even if it took you a moment to summon the courage to string any words together at all.

“I suppose I’m interested in you” you decided finally, twisting your face up slightly at the way that must have sounded.

It wasn’t quite right, of course, though it wasn’t entirely wrong either.

You were interested in him, but that seemed too simply a phrasing, like all the gravity and sentiment was missing even still.

Sandor only grunted in reply after a brief pause, his gaze drifting across the market, watching as the surrounding northerners studied your interaction, only to drop their eyes when they met his.

They all feared him, and they were right too, because they understood what he was and what he was capable of. Though, maybe that was another thing that you had done since he arrived that was unique to you.

Never once had you looked away from him.

You had never shrunk away or grimaced as they did, even at a time like this when anyone else would have run for the hills. It was certainly new, even he couldn’t be so stubborn as to ignore that.

“What’s so interesting about me?” he wondered, not daring to move closer or join you as you sat, but not moving further away either. Even though it felt wrong to speak freely with an unmarried noble woman like you, it really wasn’t.

You certainly didn’t think so, and you believed that anyone else would agree.

If anything, you were simply making conversation while he did his duty, watching over the Prince and his future bride.

Now, it was your turn to pause, regarding the words on the page only a moment more before you closed it, and discarded it in the snowy grass.

“We don’t have men like you here,” you allowed, considering his imposing frame as he stood above you.

Though you had only seen him from afar until now, at his impressive height and with your current low position, Sandor seemed even larger than he had before. Still, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be frightened by him, which had to have been because he wasn’t frightening in the first place.

The rest of the realm may have treated him like a monster but you hardly believed that made him one.

You could tell in the way he glanced down at you, surprise painting his features, that he wanted to argue with you but he faltered, because he didn’t understand. He wanted to tell you that there were violent men everywhere, and that most were just better at hiding it, but somehow, he knew that wasn’t what you meant.

No matter how diluted that may have made you seem in the moment.

“Gentle,” you clarified, watching as his mind tried to pin down exactly what you were trying to say, because the most obvious answer just wasn’t possible. “Men here are all the same. They’re either ruthless fighters or cowards and fools. On rare occasions, they may be both but neither are gentle as you are”

That was it.

There were the words you had been trying to find before, but it still didn’t feel as if he understood, or perhaps he just didn’t feel as if you had any right to be the one saying them.

After all, you had only ever been in the North and you hardly knew anything about him, or many other men for that matter. What real ground did you have to stand on when it came to this?

“Trust me little girl, there’s nothing gentle about a man like me” he scoffed, washing away any tenderness you’d been feeling in a moment.

Perhaps he was right, but you didn’t think so.

While it was true that there were no other men like him in the North, you had seen your fair share of guarded men hiding from the truth about themselves. Normally they were trying to convince themself that they were braver than they were, or stronger, but it looked the same.

It made them look small.

“It’s in your eyes. You think I can’t see it because you don’t, but it’s there. It’s the same reason you’re still having this conversation with me, even though the Prince snuck off with Sansa” you countered, gesturing to the missing space they’d previously occupied through the pass.

If he’d truly been keeping an eye on them, and nothing more, he wouldn’t have let them out of his sight.

“Maybe I just want to know what’s wrong with you? After all, I thought the future Lady of Winterfell would be a bit more sociable” he argued, almost poking fun at you in a way you hadn’t seen coming.

Which was a welcome break in that untouchable armor of his.

“I am hardly the future Lady of Winterfell. That title will belong to the wife of my brother Robb,” you informed, gathering your skirts to rise to your feet, only to find his hand outstretched to you, a further invitation behind the curtain.

You took it as gracefully as you could and rose to your full height, though you remained entirely dwarfed by the large man at your side.

“And I have never really taken to being sociable, that’s true. It’s my mother’s greatest upset” you teased, straightening out your gown and taking in the full sight of the Hound in all his glory.

He looked small, if that was even physically possible, as you admired him with those eyes of yours. If you thought his gaze was pointed, you had no idea how he felt beneath the heavy weight of your own.

“You’re a strange little thing, aren’t you?” he grumbled, his question hanging in the air untouched for a moment as you studied him, no longer caring how strange it may have looked to anyone else.

You had been right.

He was anything but ugly up close, and it was a tragedy that so few got to gaze upon him in this manner.

“I suppose. Perhaps that’s why I remain unmarried” you suggested, subconsciously hinting at what you knew to be your own greatest flaw, at least in the eyes of your people and your house.

At the very least, the Hound had been able to make something of himself outside of being a husband or son. He could be a warrior, and he was, one of the most fearsome warriors you’d ever seen.

As a woman, you had never been afforded that kind of privilege and you never would. As far as your mother was concerned, you would live and die a spinster, and there was little you could do to change that.

“Perhaps. Or maybe this place really is full of cowards and fools, as you said” he muttered, sparing you one more heady glance before turning his back to you, his attention fully on the clearing ahead.

That was it.

In all the days you’d been admiring him and making a desperate attempt to understand exactly what lay beneath that shell of his, that was all he had for you.

…and you couldn’t have been happier, because for the first time in a long time, you found yourself looking forward to what the days ahead would hold.

[froggoon]

Homelander x Vampire! Reader

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Summary: There's nothing that taste better than the blood of the strongest supe in the world. Warning: Fem! reader insert, smut, explicit sex Wc: 1,778

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Since you developed them at the age of 8, your powers were a blessing and a curse. Gifted with an immortal indestructible body, the speed that rivaled A-Trains, and the strength of a thousand men, you had one flaw, your insatiable thirst. As a young girl who knew nothing of control, you tore right through your parents, ripping them limb from limb and sucking them dry. You've gotten a lot better at self-control since then, though the memory still haunts you. Starlight, or Annie as you knew her from her childhood was the sweetest girl you ever met. You had known her since she was a little and babysat her when her mom was away. The ball of sunshine always asked to see your fangs ( not that her mom knew until Annie was older ) and loved riding on your shoulders while you ran. She would ask you to throw her up and down, always falling into a fit of giggles, before making you chase her through the house.

You saw Annie all the way to adulthood being a loyal friend by her side when she joined the Seven and even after she met the boys and her boyfriend Hughie. As much as the spineless man annoyed you with his nerdy tendencies and sweaty smell, he was good to Annie. That's how you end up in the Vought Tower as a double agent. Ashley was the one who found you, she saw some articles about the good deeds you had done a few years back and wondered why with powers such as yours, you had flown under the radar. You could hear her voice in the meeting room introducing you. "Homelander this is Night Crawler, she would make a great member of the team, her abilities include super strength, hearing, and speed." You could smell her blood pumping and her heart rapidly beating under the scrutiny of Homelander's eyes. Pushing the door open with one hand you strode in head held high while looking around the room.

"Hello, I am Night Crawler." Before you could say any more the sweetest aroma hit your nose making you close your eyes and inhale deeply. What is that smell... It was sweet and musky enough to make you feel yourself salavate. When you opened your eyes to look at the direction of the smell your gaze landed on... Homelander.

"Well Night Crawler... what else can you do? Other than the basics." You drew your fangs out and dashed behind him wrapping your hand around his waist. He turned around the retaliate but you were faster and blinked in front of him. "Interesting...very interesting." Homelander hummed while his eyes ran up and down your revealing costume. Your costume consisted of a black spandex suit where the shorts stopped right under your butt and the top had long sleeves with a v cut down the middle. Your leather boots went all the way up your thigh leaving a sliver of skin. It was simple but effective, though Butcher thought you could stand to show more skin. "I've decided. Congrats Nightcrawler, you've made the team." He flashed a dazzling smile showing off his pearly whites. "In fact let me give you a tour of the building, as the Seven's leader it's my job to show around the newbies." Ashley went to object, but her face was met with a large red gloved hand. "Come, Nightcrawler." He commanded. You scurried after him, the scent of his veins luring you closer. Homelander gestures behind him "So as you know back there was the team meeting room, we meet there every now and then to discuss missions, stats, new marketing promos etc." Moving his hand forward, towards the elevator "Each person on the team has their own suite, mine is up here, the biggest one, since I'm the leader." Okay seems like overcompensating but who knows. The two of you stepped into the luxurious surprisingly small space. The air was suffocating; you felt like he was planning something. The ding of elevator made you jump. "Ladies first." paired with that same fake smile. You nodded and walked forward and felt him pressed on your back hard. "Come on little lady, we have lots to see and do." You looked up at him towering over your frame. "Of course sir." As you followed after him you felt your throat run dry. Shit you didn't think this meeting would run so long. You tried to distract yourself with thoughts about anything, counting how many lights where on the wall or clawing your hand at your side. "Did you hear me? Are you even listening?" You could tell Homelander was yapping about something or boasting about his saves and was annoyed that you missed the whole speech. But your mouth was watering and your head was pounding. You looked up into his eyes, gazes met. Homelander furrowed his eyes. Earlier your eyes were a bright green and now they matched those of crimson rubies. You felt your fangs poke your mouth. "Sorry," you blinked rapidly to come back to your senses. "Well then...come on Ill show you your room." He swiftly turned, cape trailing behind him. You felt like you wouldn't last any longer, you needed to get into your stash. You had asked Ashley to fill your fridge with donated blood, all you had to do was wait Homelander out. "This is where you'll be staying." He swayed his arm across as if to say "You've probably never seen a place this nice before". The room was very...stereotypical of what was thought of as vampires. Black and red colors were splattered through the room, it looked as if you stepped into a victorian gothic home. "There better not be a fucking coffin in here." You whispered to yourself. Homelander chuckled at your comment. "Do you do much...sleeping?" He cocked his head to the bedroom, strolling in as if this was HIS place. You could feel your hunger surging, if he didn't get out in the next 2 minutes you where going to go crazy. Next thing you know Homeland is by yourside, hands on your shoulders. "You know, I think I know what might help you rela-" He was cut off when you spun around and jumped onto him, legs wrapped tightly around his mid section. One of your hands wrapped around his jaw, the other one holding his shoulder for balance. You bared your fang and bit. It was the sweetest blood you ever tasted. It was like a delicacy and you couldn't stop, hunger clouded your mind. You kept sucking, relishing the feeling on your tongue. Your legs and hands squeezed tighter as if it would keep the blood coming.

Homelander stiffened, what the actual fuck. Here he was trying to get in the new girl's pants but not she was sucking him off, and not in the way he intended to. But he was getting lightheaded and turned on. The feeling of your lips on his neck, core pressed so close to him. He let out a strangled moan. He felt himself stiffening, suit a little tighter than usual. Eventually satisfied you let go, lapping up any extra spills with your tongue. Realizing what had happened and what position you where in you looked at Homelander ready to apologize. He couldn't help himself and slammed his lips on yours. The feeling of you sucking his neck was euphoric. His hand grazed your side, gentle like a lover. Before grabbing your neck and holding your body out. You hand grabbed his to release the tension. "What the fuck was that." You flashed your fangs towards him. "I need blood to sustain myself. And you have the best kind." Your smile was bloody and sadistic. It opened something up in Homelander. It was what he needed. Someone like him, you wouldn't mind his bloodshed you'd probably embrace it. He liked that you thought his blood was the best. I mean of course it was the best he was the strongest person in the world. He brought you closer to him, letting you stand on the ground.

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Since you developed them at the age of 8, you're powers were a blessing and a curse. Gifted with an immortal indestructible body, the speed that rivaled A-Trains, and the strength of a thousand men, you had one flaw, your insatiable thirst. As a young girl who knew nothing of control, you tore right through your parents, ripping them limb from limb and sucking them dry. You've gotten a lot better at self-control since then, though the memory still haunts you. Starlight, or Annie as you knew her from her childhood was the sweetest girl you ever met. You had known her since she was a little and babysat her when her mom was away. The ball of sunshine always asked to see your fangs ( not that her mom knew until Annie was older ) and loved riding on your shoulders while you ran. She would ask you to throw her up and down, always falling into a fit of giggles, before making you chase her through the house.

You saw Annie all the way to adulthood being a loyal friend by her side when she joined the Seven and even after she met the boys and her boyfriend Hughie. As much as the spineless man annoyed you with his nerdy tendencies and sweaty smell, he was good to Annie. That's how you end up in the Vought Tower as a double agent. Ashley was the one who found you, she saw some articles about the good deeds you had done a few years back and wondered why with powers such as yours, you had flown under the radar. You could hear her voice in the meeting room introducing you. "Homelander this is Night Crawler, she would make a great member of the team, her abilities include super strength, hearing, and speed." You could smell her blood pumping and her heart rapidly beating under the scrutiny of Homelander's eyes. Pushing the door open with one hand you strode in head held high while looking around the room.

"Hello, I am Night Crawler." Before you could say any more the sweetest aroma hit your nose making you close your eyes and inhale deeply. What is that smell... It was sweet and musky enough to make you feel yourself salavate. When you opened your eyes to look at the direction of the smell your gaze landed on... Homelander.

"Well Night Crawler... what else can you do? Other than the basics." You drew your fangs out and dashed behind him wrapping your hand around his waist. He turned around the retaliate but you were faster and blinked in front of him. "Interesting...very interesting." Homelander hummed while his eyes ran up and down your revealing costume. Your costume consisted of a black spandex suit where the shorts stopped right under your butt and the top had long sleeves with a v cut down the middle. Your leather boots went all the way up your thigh leaving a sliver of skin. It was simple but effective, though Butcher thought you could stand to show more skin. "I've decided. Congrats Nightcrawler, you've made the team." He flashed a dazzling smile showing off his pearly whites. "In fact let me give you a tour of the building, as the Seven's leader it's my job to show around the newbies." Ashley went to object, but her face was met with a large red gloved hand. "Come, Nightcrawler." He commanded. You scurried after him, the scent of his veins luring you closer. Homelander gestures behind him "So as you know back there was the team meeting room, we meet there every now and then to discuss missions, stats, new marketing promos etc." Moving his hand forward, towards the elevator "Each person on the team has their own suite, mine is up here, the biggest one, since I'm the leader." Okay seems like overcompensating but who knows. The two of you stepped into the luxurious surprisingly small space. The air was suffocating; you felt like he was planning something. The ding of elevator made you jump. "Ladies first." paired with that same fake smile. You nodded and walked forward and felt him pressed on your back hard. "Come on little lady, we have lots to see and do." You looked up at him towering over your frame. "Of course sir." As you followed after him you felt your throat run dry. Shit you didn't think this meeting would run so long. You tried to distract yourself with thoughts about anything, counting how many lights where on the wall or clawing your hand at your side. "Did you hear me? Are you even listening?" You could tell Homelander was yapping about something or boasting about his saves and was annoyed that you missed the whole speech. But your mouth was watering and your head was pounding. You looked up into his eyes, gazes met. Homelander furrowed his eyes. Earlier your eyes were a bright green and now they matched those of crimson rubies. You felt your fangs poke your mouth. "Sorry," you blinked rapidly to come back to your senses. "Well then...come on Ill show you your room." He swiftly turned, cape trailing behind him. You felt like you wouldn't last any longer, you needed to get into your stash. You had asked Ashley to fill your fridge with donated blood, all you had to do was wait Homelander out. "This is where you'll be staying." He swayed his arm across as if to say "You've probably never seen a place this nice before". The room was very...stereotypical of what was thought of as vampires. Black and red colors were splattered through the room, it looked as if you stepped into a victorian gothic home. "There better not be a fucking coffin in here." You whispered to yourself. Homelander chuckled at your comment. "Do you do much...sleeping?" He cocked his head to the bedroom, strolling in as if this was HIS place. You could feel your hunger surging, if he didn't get out in the next 2 minutes you where going to go crazy. Next thing you know Homeland is by yourside, hands on your shoulders. "You know, I think I know what might help you rela-" He was cut off when you spun around and jumped onto him, legs wrapped tightly around his mid section. One of your hands wrapped around his jaw, the other one holding his shoulder for balance. You bared your fang and bit. It was the sweetest blood you ever tasted. It was like a delicacy and you couldn't stop, hunger clouded your mind. You kept sucking, relishing the feeling on your tongue. Your legs and hands squeezed tighter as if it would keep the blood coming.

Homelander stiffened, what the actual fuck. Here he was trying to get in the new girl's pants but not she was sucking him off, and not in the way he intended to. But he was getting lightheaded and turned on. The feeling of your lips on his neck, core pressed so close to him. He let out a strangled moan. He felt himself stiffening, suit a little tighter than usual. Eventually satisfied you let go, lapping up any extra spills with your tongue. Realizing what had happened and what position you where in you looked at Homelander ready to apologize. He couldn't help himself and slammed his lips on yours. The feeling of you sucking his neck was euphoric. His hand grazed your side, gentle like a lover. Before grabbing your neck and holding your body out. You hand grabbed his to release the tension. "What the fuck was that." You flashed your fangs towards him. "I need blood to sustain myself. And you have the best kind." Your smile was bloody and sadistic. It opened something up in Homelander. It was what he needed. Someone like him, you wouldn't mind his bloodshed you'd probably embrace it. He liked that you thought his blood was the best. I mean of course it was the best he was the strongest person in the world. He brought you closer to him, letting you stand on the ground.

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"In that case. Continue." He stepped back slightly to undo the top of his suit and pulled it all the way down, letting his cock spring out for the bottom, slapping against his stomach. You were the worst double agent, but you were doing this for Annie, why not have some fun. You leaned against him, feeling him pressed on this stomach. You kissed his shoulder, opposite hand running down his chest. "So smell so good." His hand gripped your waist harder. You bit into his shoulder as he lifted you once more, legs going around his waist. His cock rubbed up against you, mouth moaning in your ear. You moved towards his neck again and bit the other side. Releasing your lips from his neck you pressed them against his, smothering the red liquid against him. He was such a passionate kisser, way better than any man you've ever dated. You broke the kiss only to shed your suit, blue eyes scanning every inch of your body. It was like you were the perfect specimen, not a flaw in sight, utterly beautiful. "I knew you'd be a great addition to the team." He said. You smirked in retaliation before sauntering to the bedroom. He followed, like a lost puppy and their owner. The bedroom was the same black and red color scheme, black silk sheets covered the bed, surrounded by dark wood furniture. There were red and white spider lily bouquets placed in vases throughout the room. There were way too many ornate vintage lamps. But the details didn't matter to you, not when Homelander was rubbing himself up and down your slit. He kissed your neck in a similar fashion as you, before slamming his hips against yours. There was no need to be soft, you two were the strongest in the world, and the sounds definitely proved it. The best rocked with each moment, the wood creaking from the pressure. He cried out loud as you bit his chest. His cock was pulsing as pushing in and out of you. He slammed into you again, the tension of the bed finally breaking and falling to the ground but that didn't stop him. Your pussy clenched around him. He grunted in your ear speeding up slightly before releasing his hot cum deep in you. He rolled off you and the two of you laid there panting filling the silence. You turned over to him with a smile, fang pushing out the bottom of your lips. "Again?"

[leiandroid]

yakuza au

ok fam this au is now separated from my previous inohina yakuza/bratva au. had to fly the girls back to japan and they got a whole new backstory ! big wall of text incoming ↓↓↓

-- uchiha clan

a clan that was once powerful but was slowly eating itself from the inside. rife with internal conflict and distrust, key figures sought to strengthen the clan and each had an idea of how to bring about that change, though no two could come to an agreement on a single method. tensions amongst the ranks began to fracture the uchiha.

taking advantage of the power struggle, madara, with the hopes of seizing total control, ignites a spark that quickly turns into a bloodbath. many low level thugs employed by the uchiha flee the compound as each key figure and their loyal followers battle it out until so few are left standing it could barely be called a clan anymore.

the power vacuum left behind by the dissolution of the uchiha has created an extremely volatile environment in the crime world as different yakuza families seek to claim the uchiha’s previously held operations and territory.

-- hebi

sick of the endless politics and weakening bonds amongst the clan, sasuke left to forge his own path. as punishment for leaving the clan itachi takes his eye.

he had never expected that the power struggles within the uchiha would lead to a massacre. so when he heard about the bloodbath occurring inside the uchiha compound, he rushed home to save his parents from a grim fate. but was too late when he witnessed itachi kill them by his own blade.

sasuke quickly enacted revenge by killing itachi and when the dust settled and madara emerged as victor, sasuke turned his blade on him too and snuffed out the flame of the uchiha forever.

karin is an ex-cop that was the uchiha's informant within the police. she brokers deals and negotiations on behalf of sasuke. she is his mouthpiece, so to speak.

sasuke is also seeking two who were once allies/friends. suigetsu who had always dreamed to join the seven swordsmen's guild, and juugo a talented and brutal fighter who dominates the underground fighting scene.

together he hopes to form a small mercenary group for hire.

-- inoshikacho alliance / inoshikacho rengo

one of the first yakuza family alliances ever made going back generations. inoshin yamanaka, chosuke akimichi and shikanazai nara where the first of each clan to join the families into an alliance that has since become one of the strongest and long-lasting alliances in yakuza history.

at the age of 25 each member of the alliance is to have at least two children to ensure the next generation of the inoshikacho alliance grow up together and are trained to take on the mantle for the sake of the alliance's future. this also ensures that at least 3 generations are alive at any one time (if they don't meet an early grave that is).

the yamanaka run brothels, which act as a communication and information network. every girl is hand picked by ino or by trusted subordinates and trained in the art of seduction and information gathering. the yamanaka have large underground garden operations that cultivate plants for poisons with all kinds of effects and traceability, from the quick and painless to the slow and destructive.

akimichi control entertainment districts, money laundering operations and run the largest underground fighting scene. money flowing in and out of casinos and other avenues are fully controlled by the akimichi.

the nara are drug traffickers that control market price and distribution.

-- hyuuga clan / hyuuga kai

the strongest and most notorious yakuza in all of japan. their efficiency in all that they do make them a fierce clan. when the clanhead was found dead, many other groups thought this was finally the crack in the hyuuga shield and made moves to try and see if they could challenge their authority. but the second daughter stepped into place and ordered everyone in within a certain radius of the hyuuga estate dead.

if they thought hyuuga hiashi was a ruthless leader, hanabi, in one day alone, managed to put herself up as one of the deadliest and horrifying yakuza leaders in recent history.

their efficiency in the business and economics sector, as well as having ties within governmental and political bodies, makes them a very powerful clan with many branching factions reaching far and wide across the country.

someone, somewhere, always answers to a hyuuga.

-- neji hyuuga (tian)

after hizashi failed to protect the hyuuga leader's eldest daughter, he had to pay with his life in front of his only son.

watching his father commit seppuku and then swiftly beheaded by hiashi in front of the elders and close family, stuck with neji his whole life. he made a silent vow to exact revenge on hiashi. the bitterness in his heart made living amongst the hyuuga a slow acting poison. his hate for hiashi became stronger than his love for his father and he could never look upon a picture of hizashi anymore because his face was the face of his enemy.

neji bided his time for years and years until one fateful night he murdered hiashi in cold blood and fled the hyuuga estate. he made his way towards mainland china with some aid from a contact in the chinese triads. he disappeared for many years living amongst a guild of killers and started going by the name tian.

his next order of business was to find the abducted daughter that caused the death of his father and kill her himself.

-- hinata hyuuga (makoto)

the abducted hyuuga heir, taken from the hyuuga clan at a very young age. makoto lives her life as a simple woman, adopted by an elderly couple in the countryside, unaware of who she is or where she comes from.

when a 'chinese' man that bears an uncanny resemblance to her shows up at her cottage one day, calling her a name that does not belong to her, her life is flipped on its head and she finds herself plunged into the underbelly of society.

-- chinese triads / pirates

tenten is a weapons smuggler. though she is affiliated with the chinese triads, she smuggles and trades weapons for anyone that buys them, as her true loyalty is to money.

tenten's operations are done by sea and she has control over a small fleet of boats that answer to her. other than a port owned by the triads, she has claimed a small remote island as her home and base of operations.

she was also neji's contact that helped him sail the seas to mainland china after he murdered hiashi.

-- korean mafia

kiba is an animal trafficker. he acquires exotic animals for their ivory/fur/leather as well as selling them alive to the wealthy for their collections and keeps.

he has sold exotic birds to the yamanaka for their gardens. gathered all manner of cervidae antlers from around the world for the nara's collection. has captured the most venomous snakes known to mankind for several organisations, including certain individuals of the uchiha family. has also sold a number of species of animals for tenten for her island.

he is generally in good graces with all kinds of people/groups due to his connections and ability to acquire the even the most endangered and rare species in the world.

-- suna siblings

kankuro and temari own a small medical clinic. kankuro is a general family doctor. people come to him for check-ups and simple treatments and minor operations. temari handles all the logistics, and appears as the clinic's secretary. they have 3 nurses: matsuri, yukata, mikoshi.

kankuro is also a certified surgeon and operates on all sorts of gang members in the hidden basement operation room. matsuri has been trusted to help kankuro with these operations when needed. their practice offers complete discretion and the clinic has become off-bounds for any gang violence, even if rivalling groups happen to meet each other on the premises. they enter a truce for as long as they are within a certain radius of the clinic.

the brother and sister duo are a respected, unaffiliated group, and they also use their operations to get clues on their brother's whereabouts.

gaara was kidnapped at a young age and was tortured to the point that psychosis was induced. he is held in the same place as juugo and both are used in fights that many come to pay dearly to watch and bet on.

-- police

with his parents killed and taken from his home, naruto was raised by a gang who kidnaps boys to beat and torture, and train them into savage fighters. he dreamed for a life where he could see the sun and the sea, to eat a hot bowl of ramen once again.

when a police investigation finally bore fruit, naruto was rescued from the place. he was taken in by iruka, one of the cops, and eventually followed in his footsteps. he made a promise that he would find and save the redhead that had once clung to him down in those dark cells.

tsunade is chief of police. sai is a detective. lee is a chinese detective commissioned by the chinese police to go to japan to work alongside the tokyo metropolitan police dept to follow the chinese triads operations in japan. (or is it the hosting country that commissions?? anyway) a number of jonin from naruto are also police including: kakashi, yamato, genma, anko, etc etc.

-- sakura

sakura is the head of a large hospital that was once tied up with the uchiha who used her as an in for smuggling medical supplies. she was called upon as their emergency doctor to treat key figures when needed.

upon hearing about their massacre she felt total relief that the family threatening her life were finally gone. she thought she was free from them when a certain uchiha and 2 others showed up at her door demanding treatment.

she can't say she was happy to be back in such a predicament but it seemed that this uchiha didn't have a penchant for threatening her life as his family did. and for selfish reasons, she was okay with this arrangement.

-- the aburame

a family of assassins. their efficiency and untraceable methods make them a highly coveted group of hitmen whose services are sold to the highest bidder. the aburame have close ties with the yamanaka of the inashikacho alliance as they outsource some of their poisons from the yamanaka gardens.

even though the yamanaka, akimichi, and nara families formed an alliance generations ago, this agreement between the yamanaka and aburame remains a secret from the rest of the alliance.

the aburame are a completely neutral party and the yamanaka understands this. to pay for their secrecy and treachery towards their sworn brothers, the yamanaka accept that if a hit were ordered against their own, it wouldn't affect their business with the aburame.

if u read all this many hugs and kisses mwah

[americaswritings]

Voices of Roses and Ruin | Part IV

Warnings: Violence, murder, Coriolanus being himself, his thoughts

Summary: Coriolanus is looking for you- but he is not the only one.

Words: 2k

Pairing: Young Coriolanus Snow x reader

A/N: And we have reached the last part! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you like this miniseries. Also I finished the book and watched the movie again (and it was so freaking goood aaah)!!

If you have ideas for Coriolanus oneshots I would love to hear from you (or if you just feel like ranting about the movie, the world of Panem, the characters, Tom Blyth...lol)

There will be more Coriolanus Snow x reader COMING SOON!

Can be read as Lucy Gray x Coriolanus Snow here

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Coriolanus stared at the bird, watching as it opened its mouth and your paniced voice came out.

“Coriolanus! Tell me where you are!”

Behind him he heard movement, but he was too shellshocked to turn around. He didn‘t need to, he would have recognised that voice anywhere.

"The downfall of a Snow. If that isn‘t something I always wanted to-"

Before the commander could finish his sentence Coriolanus had turned and shot him in the head.

The loud noise startled the bird in its cage and it spread its wings, trying to lift in the air but failing in the closeted space. At least it was quiet now.

Good. If it would have made another sound, used your voice again, he would have wasted a bullet on it.

All of this had been a set-up. A test, to prove his loyality to the capitol. And he had failed. Spectacularly so.

He had chosen you. Your future. And in the same breath he had decided against his own.

Coriolanus was certain in no time more peacekeepers would show up. Perhaps he would know some of them. Maybe he even shared a room and his meals with them and he didn't want to kill him, if he could prevent it.

But if it came down to it, he wouldn't hesitate.

Even though he had never been in the arena, except the time when he had been sent to get Sejanus out, the capitol's games had turned him into a killer too. Or had that always been a part of him, one he had never known existed before?

A violent one, that didn't hesitate to do what needed to be done to save himself. It was scary, but to know his own power felt thrilling too. That if it came down to it he wouldn't just stand around and whine, but act and do what needed to be done, even if it involved getting his hands dirty.

It was true that a desperate man was a dangerous one, because what else did he have to lose? No, there was only you and he would do everything now to save the one thing he had left.

With one last dismissive glance at the dead commander Coriolanus turned and hurried through the corridors. He needed to find you.

Even if you weren't here and he was convinced they had used a recording of you from the arena, he wasn't naive enough to believe it meant you were safe. Unharmed.

What if the capitol had gotten to you?

Maybe you weren't in the district anymore.

Or worse, they had executed you at the hanging tree while they had ordered him here as a distraction.

Both thoughts scared him.

He needed a plan. He couldn't just walk around the district looking for you. Soon they would know what he had done and everyone in the district would be looking for his face.

Then he would end up at the hanging tree and die an undignified death.

But Coriolanus didn't have a better idea. He lacked ressources and power out here and with no ally in his corner he was left to his own.

Keeping his gaze straight ahead and his strides fast and purposeful, he immerged into the bustling streets of the district. He still had no idea where to find you and with each corner he rounded his hope to find you before the capitol did sank.

A turmoil at the market caught his attention and he hurried past the shops until the found a spot that allowed him a good view. A group of peacemakers pushed through the crowd of people, their faces grim and their weapons drawn.

They were searching, no, hunting. For him or for you Coriolanus didn't know.

He pressed himself against the wall when they neared him, lowering his head so they didn't get a glance of his face. "Hey!"

Damn it!

One of the men had noticed him and marched right towards him. Coriolanus was torn between waiting for what was about to happen and ending the man before he got the chance to out him to anyone, but he only had the gun and it would draw too much attention.

"We've got the order to look for the girl that won the games. Come on!"

Coriolanus let out a breath. The man didn't recongize him, not as her mentor and not as a traitor. Word about what he had done hadn't gotten around yet it seemed.

Or this was just another trap.

"What are we supposed to do when we find her?", he asked sternly as he followed the peacekeeper and joined the troop. It was dangerous, being so close to his enemies. If they turned on him now he would stand no chance against them. They outnumbered him.

But it was his best chance to keep an eye on them and it was not like he had a choice.

"For now arrest her. But I suppose she'll have a date with the hanging tree soon." The bastard laughed and Coriolanus wanted to punch him for it until the only sound coming out of his mouth were pleas for forgiveness.

He didn't bother to ask what crime they believed you were guilty of. It didn't matter and too many questions would raise suspicions.

So he followed them raiding the streets and asking shopkeepers and tradesmen about you, relieved about their lack of information regarding your whereabouts, but growing more uneasy with each.

Because with night beginning to set it became clear that they wouldn't stop their search until they had found you and with each minute that ticked by the chance of his actions staying undiscovered slimmed.

"We should seperate", he suggested after another unsuccessful house search. "We stick to the commander's order", the man next to him said and Coriolanus squinted at him in the darkness.

"When did he gave the order?", he asked warily and earned an impatient look. "At dinner time", he said with a shake of his head that openly questioned Corioanus' intelligence, who ignored it.

He was feeling dizzy and the world seemed strangely disorted as he grasped for composure. He had missed dinner time, because he had been ordered to speak to the commander. But if that hadn't been the commander, who had he killed?

"The hell", the man next to him whispered, pushing him roughly forward, "what's going on with you, man?!" Coriolanus had no time to answer.

There was a lump in his throat and a tightness in his chest as control was slipping from his fingers and he felt himself spirraling.

"I got her!"

A loud voice pulled him from his trance and his head snapped into the direction it came from, all air leaving him when he saw you in the grip of a peacemaker.

He had locked his hand around your upper arm and was yanking you roughly towards them. "Thought she could hide", he roared with a laugh and the others joined in.

Coriolanus couldn't bring himself to join. Not even for show.

He was staring at your fearful face, the uncertainity behind your eyes mixing with defiance. "I don't know what you're accusing me of, but I didn't do anything", you stated and he noted with a hint of pride that your voice didn't waver.

That was his girl.

"Shut up or I'll make you!", the man growled and tightened his grip around you. Coriolanus could see the pain reflected on your face, but it gave way to shock and then disbelief as your gaze fell on him.

He couldn't do anything than stare at you, relieved to find you alive and unharmed after he had been witness to your desperate screams, but overwhelmed by his own powerlessness now.

Your eyes travelled his face and he saw a flicker of concern before it turned to an expression of betrayal and hurt.

He half expected an outlash, accusations or insults thrown his way, but you pressed your lips into a thin line, turning away your face. How easily you coud have hurt him now, but had chosen not to.

Interesting...

"Let's go!"

You were thrusted forward and he watched you stumble before you caught yourself again.

"I'll take her!" His own voice sounded far away and he was surprised that he had finally found it again. "We spend almost all night looking for her, I'll hande the rest."

The men exchanged glances. They were all tired, but bound by orders. Temptation fought hesitation and he prayed they would just let him have his way. He didn't want to kill them. It would be messy.

"Nice try, but I won't let you earn yourself all the praise."

With that they continued their way, but Coriolanus hadn't missed your attentive gaze on him. Maybe you finally understood the depths of his feelings.

That he would not let you walk to your own execution, even if all odds spoke against him. But what had he to loose?

Coriolanus waited until they passed another corner. It was late and the streets were empty, the people had gone to bed.

The poor electricty supply finally held an advantage, because there were no streetlamps to provide light and so not one of the other peacekepers noticed when he let his hand wander to his weapon, cautiously closing his fingers around it.

He had given them a chance, but they hadn't taken it.

The first two fell before the others had even noticed something was off. The shots were disturbingly loud in the quiet of the night and he knew he needed to act fast or he would be facing off against far more than just a troop of peacekeepers.

Would the men and women of the district be on his side? But what little could they do to help?

They stood no chance against their weapons, which could be fired more than a hundred times before they needed reloading.

It would be a bloodbath.

And he wasn't sure, if they wouldn't turn against him. In their eyes he was just a peacekeeper. It was all they would see when they looked at him.

As the other men turned he took out another one, but the man who held you in his grip swung you around, using your body as his shield before Coriolanus got the chance to aim his way.

"Lay down your weapon or I'll shoot her!", he yelled and raised his own weapon to press it against your temple.

You flinched, your eyes locked on Coriolanus. There was no fear in your eyes, only defeat and acceptance.

That only made it worse.

"The commander wants her alive. Now give her to me!", Coriolanus demanded, not even thinking about lowering his gun, but the man only narrowed his eyes in response.

"Traitor", he hissed, pressing your body closer to his, when your body suddenly went limp in his arms.

The moment the peacekeeper was distracted Coriolanus placed a bullet right between his eyebrows.

The shooting training had been useful at last.

Your eyes snapped open, confirming his assumption that you had faked the moment of weakness, and you staggered forward and away from the man who fell liveless to the ground.

Your gaze drifted over the dead peacekeepers and then to Coriolanus, shock and dread written all over your face.

"You killed them", you breathed, wavering once more. "You killed all of them."

Coriolanus stepped forward, his hands reaching out for yours. They were cold. Icy.

"I did what needed to be done", he said matter of factly, hiding his pride, because he knew you wouldn't appreicate it. But he had just taken out a number of well-trained men just by himself. Even you would have to admit it had been impressive.

In a shoot-out he wouldn't have stand a chance against them all, but they had underestimated him. Trusted him blindly. And they had paid for it.

You found his gaze, horror slowing fading into understanding. You nodded once, swallowing and straightening.

"I know", you whispered, "you saved my life."

All he wanted was to hold you and relish your skin on his. That he finally had you. That you were save. But there was no time for sentiment now.

"We need to leave."

You caught his gaze, your own questioning. "Where should we go? They will search the whole district for us and-", understanding crossed your face, "you mean you will run away with me?"

He took a breath and nodded. "It's the only choice."

You looked at him, your eyes searching for something he didn't know he could give you. But he could give you his love and devotion. It seemed enough for you, because you squeezed his hands and straightened your shoulders.

"Then it's my pleasure Coriolanus Snow."

"And it's mine."

You didn't let go of his hand as you turned and ran through the streets of the district and towards the line of trees.

Never would he have imagined this to be his fate as he had seen your face on the capitol's tv during the reaping. But he knew you would find a way, together.

Some day you might even tell your children about this. About a love that had ruined his life and rebuild it, stripped him bare and led him to his innermost, darkest parts.

And the birds lining the branches of the trees would be witness to it.

To your every word.

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[Cheritz] Answering Customer Questions regarding the use of A.I. in <The Ssum> Season 2 and More

Hello, this is Cheritz.

Some of the photos of our newest Ssumone, June, have not been polished enough to the game standard, and we will be updating them as soon as possible. We apologize for the disappointment caused by this issue.

On that note, we would like to clarify the topic on the use of A.I. in art in June’s photos.

First of all, we express our sympathies to the fan base who have been worried about the recent issue over the use of A.I. in games and movies, as it has been linked to copyright issues, job security, and more.

As you may have already been aware, <The Ssum> had to showcase an unparalleled amount of text and images to create a long-term romantic experience for you, and in Season 1, we used real-world images and free stock images to achieve the goal. While keeping the subscription price as low as possible in relation to production costs, our team have been working on the game with a limited number of staff to make <The Ssum> viable in the gaming market on its own.

In Season 2, we decided to apply the 2D art style to meet the feedback received by the fan base, we used retouched images sourced by A.I. which got data exclusively from a commercially available sources of packs to avoid any conflict with copyright issues for the art work that do not involve characters’ faces.

It was never the case for our team to replace the art staff with machines, but rather because most illustrators in the game industry have preferences on drawing main character illustrations over backgrounds or objects. For that reason, the art team was more focused on drawing 2023 commemorative artwork for <Mystic Messenger> and SD images on social media. Also, because Cheritz has been running four-day work weeks since the start of 2023, there was an internal consensus to tap into A.I. to balance work and life for staff. There were no cuts or layoffs of art staff for Season 2 projects.

The team feel terrible about unpleasant surprises some of you may have gone through by us not announcing this before the release.

Additionally, we have learned that some of the users feel disappointed that the new character in <The Ssum> has a connection to one of the main characters of <Mystic Messenger>.

The team has been constantly getting requests for 2D-art style images and involvements of <Mystic Messenger> characters, and more text content to <The Ssum> since its release. Our team is aware of the users’ support for <The Ssum>, however, we did not expect the new change would sadden some of our loyal fan base.

We will do our best to make it obvious that the launch of June is not an extension of <Mystic Messenger>, but rather as an extension of the launch of <The Ssum>, where the games from the same company share a universe but are on their own game systems and charms.

In addition to the currently released June, we have a new character currently under development, and we plan to release the rest of Season 1 in 2024 with some of the improvements applied.

We understand this clarification would not satisfy everyone, and we feel awful that these changes made some of you feel disappointed. We will pay close attention to the negative impact that the A.I. has brought to the gaming industry, and we would like to find a viable way to reach out to you through our games.

The team would like to thank you for your continued support of <The Ssum> and other Cheritz games, and we truly appreciate our fans’ feedback.

We hope this announcement has made your heart a little lighter and given you clarity.

 *To clarify rumors about the author of <Mystic Messenger>, please let us address it as well here. The main writer of <Mystic Messenger> is Ms. Ri, the founder of Cheritz, as revealed in the Otakon video. Ms. Ri is also the writer of <Dandelion>, <Nameless>, and is the main writer of <The Ssum> Season 2.

Thank you.

-Cheritz Team

[sleepingdeath-light]

yandere hcs ; vincent phantomhive

requested by ; nobody / self indulgent

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; vincent phantomhive

outline ; “general yandere hcs for vincent”

warning(s) ; yandere!vincent phantomhive, obsessive behaviour, stalking, social isolation, mental manipulation, murder, possessiveness

there are a number of reasons as to why vincent is a person who is practically impossible to avoid or escape from once he has you in his sights — of course there’s the obvious point about him being an earl with ties to people all across europe and within the different classes of england itself, but there’s also his close association with the criminal underground which means that he’s not afraid to be underhanded and ‘cheat’ in order to have you completely under his control without even the slightest chance of you getting away

after you first catch his eye, vincent has some of his staff sent out to stalk monitor you and make notes of everything they notice about you and your lifestyle (your daily routine, where you live, where you work, who you associate with, what you tend to buy at the market, and so on) — he assures everyone involved that he’s doing this for your safety, that you’re a potential target in one of the cases he’s working on for the queen, but in reality it’s just to sate his own curiosity and ensure that he’ll be able to effortlessly woo you when he’s finally worked up the nerve to properly court you

and once he finally does go about courting you, rest assured that it’s nothing short of romantic — a ‘chance’ meeting at your favourite restaurant, perceived love at first sight as he makes a show of being flustered by your appearance, an offer to buy your order for you (and ‘coincidentally’ ordering your favourite meal himself), a lively conversation that leaves you feeling giddy and flustered and understood, and a promise to meet later on with a chaperone to properly begin your courtship (a meeting which, of course, goes perfectly as your loved ones were all too happy to set you up with an earl of all people)

he sweeps you off of your feet and only a few short months later you’re wed and settling into your new home at the main phantomhive estate — too caught up with all of these grand displays of affection and the piles upon piles of lavish gifts bought with you in mind to even so much as consider the peculiarity of your courtship with vincent

… or why your contact with your loved ones becomes more and more sporadic after your wedding day, which would have been much more concerning had vincent not oh-so-lovingly reassured you that there was probably just some issue with the post and they’d get back to you eventually

of course they never did, but by then you were too caught up in all of your new responsibilities as the earl’s spouse to think about that

vincent doesn’t have to do much to keep you under his thumb and away from any potential threats to your relationship — between your new role keeping you tightly combined to the domestic sphere of the estate, the deadly loyalty to his staff who report your movements back to him even when he’s away from home all day, his own endless love bombing that keeps you wholly devoted to him and lacking the desire to flee, and his influence that allows him to slowly sever and cut off your contact with the outside world, there’s really no fear at all from him that you’ll be able to leave him (or, frankly, that you’d ever even attempt to do so)

then again one can never be too cautious in his line of work, which is why your doting personal staff were all handpicked by him and trained by mr tanaka to be both willing and capable of laying down their lives for you if the manor were attacked, and deeply loyal to him as their master (or, at least loyal enough to report anything suspicious to him at the earliest possible moment and to be willing to chase and restrain you if you ever tried to flee the estate)

as one might expect this was a lengthy hiring process, but the four people that made it through to the other side are all highly paid and more than worth the money and responsibilities that come with it as far as he’s concerned

within two years of your marriage you’ll have been completely cut off from the outside world — your only company comes from your beloved husband and those he approves of (namely his family, certain members of staff, and his dearest friends within the a.o.e)

that being said, vincent still allows you to accompany him when he goes out to balls and galas, or just to meet up with a friend — he has no qualms with showing you off and publicly staking his claim on you as his partner, but he’s also dangerously possessive and has been known to personally track down anyone who gets a bit too friendly with you for his taste in order to ‘deal with them’

… he kills them.

quite violently too

and you can only clean up so much blood…

thank goodness for the immunity granted to him by the queen after he became her guard dog

but of course you never see or hear about any of this, being kept completely in the dark about everything your husband does and everything your husband is so that you maintain your positive perception of him (charming, generous, loving, affectionate, etc.)

and if you eventually do catch on and see vincent for who he truly is?

well…

even then there’s no getting away

because by then it’s much too late and he’s already become so entangled in you and your life that without him you have literally nothing left — and that’s not even mentioning the staff who are trained to kill and who would have no problem with dragging you back into the estate if you tried to make a break for it

you’re his and he is yours, ‘til death do you part, so hopefully you enjoy your life locked up in your golden cage

[merbear25]

Greetings Mear! I really love your writing! I was wondering if I may request kid,shanks, law with a cute/sweet personlity, Some traits I like too add if don't mind^^ ,Very thoughtful, culeless at times ,Over all just cute ,and the reader is blind,You can write this in any scenario you wish for.

Anyways have a good day!!!

Thanks so much for your work💕💞🫂🫂💜💕💞

Thank you so much for your kind words! It truly means a lot to me. These were an interesting three to choose for this but oh so cute! I hope you don’t mind that I added a haki ability to the reader. I hope you like what I’ve written for you. 💜💜

CW: fluff, gn!reader, reader is blind but can use haki, could be read as platonic or romantic

Their light in this dark world (Kid, Shanks, Law)

Kid

You didn’t have the most pleasant first encounter. While you were wandering through the market, you got swept up in all the commotion and let your perception waver a bit, which led to you bumping into Kid. By his stature alone, you were knocked back a few steps. 

The low grumble of a threat emerged from him when he first laid eyes on you. Before he could throw in many curses, you cut him off by profusely apologizing. Huffing and rolling his eyes at you, you seemed harmless and pathetic enough not to give the incident much thought.

He grumbled under his breath when he left, but he kept an eye on you. There was something about you that had caught his eye—he just couldn’t put his finger on it. 

As he saw you stumbling about here and there, he almost lost interest, what with nearly labeling you as a lost cause. However, there were little moments when you showed some potential with your haki abilities, to which he felt the need to approach you again.

There were a few bumps the both of you had to navigate once joining his crew, one of which being how you would unintentionally cause problems with your cluelessness. That being said, the heart-felt apology you’d muster always made him blush a bright red—moments that he was secretly happy he’d never have to worry about you witnessing.

Even with all his huffing and puffing at your thoughtfulness and sweet actions, he enjoyed having you around. You were truly a delightful member to have alongside him, and even if he’d never admit it, you were the light he didn’t realize he needed.

Shanks

He and his crew had docked the port of your city not long ago and were enjoying their time amongst the friendly locals and plentiful food and drink. Shanks was off by himself relaxing under the sun’s rays when he noticed you strolling by.

You seemed content walking down the street; you held a pleasant smile that was illuminated by the light. Watching you from afar, he could tell that there was something different about you, but of course, he couldn’t be certain until being properly introduced.

As you made your way to the fountain, you took out a coin. After whispering something to yourself, you tossed it in and took a seat on the edge.

Admiring you and the delicate nature you held in your posture, he felt enticed by your charm. Upon introducing himself, it was clear that the quality that seemed to have set you apart from the others was your blindness.

However, after exchanging pleasantries, it was obvious that your condition wasn’t the only thing that made you unique: your sweet character, your displays of thoughtfulness, and your kind soul were rarities in this gloomy world. You captivated him through conversation and eventually took the plunge on boarding his ship to sail the seas with him.

You held a lot of inner strength, making you a skilled haki user and even though that meant you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, you were still guarded by one of the most loyal—Shanks. With his curiosity getting the better of him, he asked what you wished for that day you met. 

“To live a life worth sharing.”

Law

While some of his crew was off gathering much needed supplies in town, he and the others were tending to the submarine. As the ones who were trusted with the job of collecting goods ventured into the nearby town, they were finding it a bit difficult to find their way around. 

Their arguing caught your attention, so you offered your assistance. With such overwhelming gratitude, you were touched knowing you’d made that much of a difference. As you led them to the places on their checklist, you really came to like them—they appeared to be genuinely nice people.

They invited you to meet everyone else and to show their appreciation properly, which you gladly accepted. As you were being introduced to everyone, warmth radiated off each and every one of them. That was until you felt a blistering cold emitting from the side.

With such an intense aversion coming from their captain, you treated him just as you did everyone else—with tenderness and care. Though your time getting to know them wasn’t long, Law made a passing comment on your impressive haki abilities, to which you replied that you really hadn’t been given any other choice if you wanted to live a life with independence.

Respecting your answer, you two came to have a rather pleasant conversation, causing his icy demeanor to melt and be replaced with something more welcoming. With them having to stay docked in the area for a while longer due to repairs, you swung by nearly every day to help in any way you could, further earning their trust.

With the crew practically begging Law to offer you a spot on board, he rolled his eyes but ultimately folded to their request. He’d been mulling over the idea of having you join for a little bit and seeing how you were able to overcome adversity while maintaining that affectionate nature made it difficult not to want such a ray of hope by his side.

[statsbot]

SITUATION In an alternate history where time travel has been invented, a cabal of time-traveling traders and politicians are engaged in intertemporal arbitrage, using their future knowledge to corner markets throughout history. They've recently set their sights on the oyster trade of 19th century New York City, hoping to use their advanced refrigeration tech and insider info to make a killing. But their actions are destabilizing the timeline and threatening to erase key historical figures from existence. The party must unravel this temporal trade network and confront the mysterious mastermind behind it all before irreparable damage is done to the space-time continuum.

SETTING The adventure spans multiple eras, but key events occur in:

New York City, 1842 - The booming oyster trade has made the city the oyster capital of the world. Oyster cellars line Canal Street, shucking a staggering 700 million oysters a year. The docks bustle with oystermen.

The Far Future Oyster Vaults of Neo-Nassau, 2891 AD - Towering refrigerated vaults hold trillions of perfectly preserved bivalves. Chrono-barges zip through pneumatic tubes overhead. Neon-lit canals crisscross the city.

The Temporal Trade Hub, Outside Time - A mind-bending nexus where past, present and future intersect. Causality-defying architecture shifts like a kaleidoscope. Traders haggle over price fluctuations yet to occur.

CAST

Crassus Rockefeller III - Robber baron, mastermind behind the Oyster Futures Syndicate. Seeks to monopolize history's oyster supply. Wields a Causality Anchor that stabilizes him in spacetime.

Vivian "Viv" Wellfleet - Rogue chrono-trader with a heart of gold. Wants to stop Crassus and restore the timeline. Former collegiate oyster shucking champion.

Shucker Jim - Grizzled 19th century oysterman. Secretly an undercover Chronoguard agent. Rocket harpoon prosthetic arm. Loyal but haunted by a tragic past.

The Muculent Sibyl - Prophetic oyster-human hybrid from an alternate timeline where oysters evolved sapience. Whispers maddening future-truths. Chained in Crassus' vault.

Ostreida, the Oyster Goddess - Eldritch bivalve deity worshipped by a future oyster-cult. Seeks to flood Earth's history, returning it to a primordial sea.

The Chronoguard - Temporal law enforcement. Hardened time-cops in chromed exo-suits. Seek to stop illegal intertemporal trade by any means necessary.

The Oystermen's Union - Tough New York oyster workers, their livelihoods threatened by future sabotage. Burly, bearded, and brawny. Know the oyster beds like the back of their callused hands.

INITIAL CONDITIONS The 19th century oyster trade is booming, but prices have started fluctuating wildly and oyster shortages loom due to temporal meddling. Anachronistic tech has been found in oyster beds. Strange future-cultists lurk in oyster cellars, preaching the coming of an Oyster God. The Chronoguard has dispatched agents to 1842 to investigate, but Crassus' syndicate has a head start and deep pockets. The timeline is already fraying at the edges - historic oyster-lovers like Queen Victoria are fading from existence. The players arrive in old New York to find a temporal powder keg ready to blow.

GOALS

Crassus Rockefeller III - Corner the oyster market across all of history, making trillions. Ascend to economic godhood.

Vivian "Viv" Wellfleet - Stop Crassus, restore the original timeline, save the future. Maybe shuck some oysters along the way.

Shucker Jim - Complete his mission, avenge his partner, keep the space-time continuum safe from rogue traders and their greed.

The Muculent Sibyl - Escape her imprisonment, reveal cosmic truths, bring about the Oyster Singularity her visions foretell.

Ostreida, the Oyster Goddess - Flood Earth's history, make the world a oyster's paradise. Destroy upstart humanity.

The Chronoguard - Arrest Crassus and his cronies, stop the temporal trade in its tracks, preserve the integrity of the timeline.

The Oystermen's Union - Protect their way of life, drive out strange future interlopers, keep oyster prices stable and bellies full.

TOOLS/RESOURCES

Crassus Rockefeller III - Vast wealth, future tech, Causality Anchor, bribed officials across eras, oyster futures contracts.

Vivian "Viv" Wellfleet - Heirloom chrono-compass, knack for disguise, knowledge of oyster lore, her trusty quantum-shucking knife.

Shucker Jim - Rocket harpoon arm, Chronoguard combat training, 19th century street smarts, loyal oystermen contacts.

The Muculent Sibyl - Precognition, psychic whispers, eldritch oyster magic, fanatical mollusk-hybrid cultists.

Ostreida, the Oyster Goddess - Divine bivalve powers, oyster monster hordes, tidal magic, beachhead temples across history.

The Chronoguard - Jurisdiction across spacetime, stun-harpoons, chrono-cuffs, hardened exo-suits, orbital trawler-ships.

The Oystermen's Union - Strength in numbers, intricate knowledge of oyster beds, sturdy oyster boats, shucking solidarity.

SAMPLE SOLUTIONS

Infiltrate Crassus' syndicate posing as fellow traders, destabilize his operations from within while searching for evidence of his crimes. Coordinate with Chronoguard to arrest him in a dramatic sting.

Rally the Oystermen's Union to sabotage future tech and resist the Syndicate's strong-arm tactics. Stage a general strike to force the city to crack down on rogue traders.

Beat Crassus at his own game by cornering the oyster market first. Flood the market with your own supply via time travel, tanking prices and ruining his monopoly.

Cut a deal with Ostreida, brokering a compromise where oysters and humans can coexist across history. Use her power to threaten Crassus into surrendering.

Rescue the Muculent Sibyl and convince her to aid you with her prescient visions. Navigate the fluctuating timeways to always stay one step ahead of Crassus and his goons.

[itswillowneptune]

you obviously started with a more submissive persona and was doing exceptionally well for yourself, so my question is:

how did you discover femdom and realizing you wanted to be a domme? how did you discover some of the kinks you talk about like chastity, feminization, etc

personally i just find your journey from your old content to what you do now fascinating

What an amazing question that no one has really asked yet, so thank you for being curious and inquisitive ♡ My initial persona or character was exactly that: a character. I thoroughly studied what people with a similar body and "niche" to me were doing and created something from that knowledge, my own frankenstein's monster of porn. It worked great! I bought the wig that looked the most innocent and "girl next door", I stuck to the script in my videos and it was a completely compartmentalised part of my life. After work I took off my wig, and lived in the world with my hot pink buzzcut. What in the world could go wrong? The main problem, was that it wasn't really me. Sure it was an aspect of me, but it was around 5% of my sexual interests that happened to align with the supply and demand of the market. There was a whole 95% of me I wasn't expressing through my work.

My initial plan with porn was to do it for a while, then get the fuck out and pursue the scientific research I was interested in. It was naive, because I was naive. To answer the second part of your question: I didn't really "discover" the kinks like my digital narrative might suggest. I just peeled back the layers. I was practicing femdom when I was creating submissive content and it took a certain level of vulnerability and self expression to share that with the world. I remember dabbling in femdom sexting in my first month and explaining to the guy afterwards that my Domme side was something I was keeping for myself, away from content. It took some time to adjust but I'm actually far more successful now that I'm a Domme. Turns out tumblr doms and brain-rotted frat boys on twitter don't particularly convert into the most loyal repeat clients. I like my work and clientele a lot more now. Now I'm not sharing 100% of my soul on the internet currently. There will always be parts of my life that will never be documented by a camera and I like it that way. I would hate to have sex and kink as a whole feel like a work obligation. It's like a fountain. You have permission to fill your chalice, throw a coin, make a wish and enjoy what's there for you, but all of my art trickles down from something within that can't be captured or encapsulated on social media. You just have to read my poems and try and wrap your head around the way my mind works to fully get it. To live is to perform.

[avaisnerdytoo]

Duncan is speaking about wanting another Ben 10 show:

PLEASE I NEED IT

Most of you have probably seen this already but I kinda just want to say:

It is crazy to me how unique the Ben 10 IP is. It works under many settings, various tones, styles, kinds of stories and so much more.

Ben works great at street level, or cosmic level. He works at silly stories, or serious stories, he is inspiring, iconic, constantly fresh with the possibility of new aliens and more world building...

And it has a loyal fan base.

It reminds me of a teacher in marketing class telling us that the number one priority should be to please existing customers, and then expand. There are so many people who would eat up more Ben 10 content.

It has been very profitable for ages (I realize a lot of that through toys though), and besides the Reboot (no reboot hate here though), it's a show that has evolved across time while also pushing its existing continuity!

What other shows can say they do that? How many shows are this versatile? And that have lasted this long across generations?

I feel a huge hype around the potential of more Prime Ben, now more than ever, some want to jump to Ben 10k, but I feel we could still cover something earlier still, or at least a journey to a finale that ends with that title 🤔

I think they should just hire the Ink Tank team and bring us 5YL now that Paramount was merging or something... I mean what 🤭

[cool-fancier]

Love Among the Lights

Lisa x Fem Reader

Synopsis: As CEO of Louis Vuitton, you navigate fame and love in secrecy. When your girlfriend, Lisa, stuns at LVFW24, whispers of romance ignite.

Word Count:3.6k

Your journey to becoming the CEO of Louis Vuitton was not one of luck or happenstance but rather a culmination of years of hard work, dedication, and a relentless pursuit of excellence. It all began in the bustling streets of Paris, where you were born into a family with a deep appreciation for art, culture, and fashion.

From a young age, you were fascinated by the world of design, spending hours sketching and creating your own clothing designs. It was a passion that only grew stronger with time, fueled by your insatiable curiosity and desire to leave your mark on the world.

After completing your education in business and fashion design, you set out to make your mark on the fashion industry, determined to carve out a name for yourself in a world dominated by giants. You started small, working for various fashion houses and design firms, honing your skills and learning the ins and outs of the industry.

But it wasn't long before you realized that you were destined for something greater – something that would allow you to unleash your creativity and reshape the landscape of fashion as we know it. And so, armed with nothing but a dream and a burning passion, you set out to create your own fashion empire.

— — — — — — —

Louis Vuitton was more than just a fashion brand – it was a symbol of luxury, sophistication, and timeless elegance. From its iconic monogrammed bags to its meticulously crafted ready-to-wear collections, Louis Vuitton had become synonymous with quality and craftsmanship, attracting a loyal following of fashion enthusiasts and celebrities alike.

But as you set out to take the reins of the company, you knew that you wanted to push the boundaries of traditional fashion and usher in a new era of innovation and creativity. You envisioned Louis Vuitton as more than just a luxury brand – it was to be a lifestyle, a statement of individuality and self-expression.

With this vision in mind, you set about reimagining the brand's image, infusing it with a fresh, modern aesthetic that resonated with a new generation of fashion-forward consumers. You collaborated with renowned designers and artists, pushing the boundaries of design and blurring the lines between fashion and art.

From bold, avant-garde runway shows to groundbreaking marketing campaigns, you spared no expense in bringing your vision to life, determined to cement Louis Vuitton's status as a global fashion powerhouse.

— — — — — — —

It was at one of your annual fashion shows in Paris that you first crossed paths with Jennie, the charismatic member of Blackpink whose star was on the rise. She had been invited to attend the event as a guest, her presence a testament to her growing influence in the world of fashion and entertainment.

From the moment you met, there was an instant connection between you – a shared passion for art, culture, and of course, fashion. You spent hours discussing your respective careers and aspirations, your conversation flowing effortlessly as you exchanged ideas and insights.

As the night wore on, you found yourself drawn to Jennie in a way you had never experienced before, her intelligence and charm captivating you in ways you couldn't explain. It was as though you were kindred spirits, destined to cross paths and leave an indelible mark on each other's lives.

In the days and weeks that followed, your friendship blossomed into something more, your bond deepening with each passing day. You spent countless hours together, exploring the streets of Paris and immersing yourselves in the vibrant culture of the city.

And through it all, Jennie remained a constant source of inspiration and support, encouraging you to pursue your dreams and never settle for anything less than greatness. She believed in you when no one else did, and for that, you would be forever grateful.

— — — — — — —

It was at one of Jennie's parties that you first laid eyes on Lisa, the radiant member of Blackpink whose beauty and talent had captured the hearts of millions around the world. She had recently debuted as a solo artist, her star rising higher with each passing day.

As she mingled with the other guests, her presence commanded attention, her confidence and charisma drawing people to her like moths to a flame. You found yourself captivated by her, unable to tear your eyes away as she moved gracefully through the crowd.

You waited for the perfect moment to approach her, watching as she engaged in conversation with other partygoers. When the opportunity presented itself, you made your move, stepping in to introduce yourself.

"Hi, I'm Y/N," you said, offering her a warm smile as you extended your hand.

Lisa's eyes lit up in recognition, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she shook your hand. "I know who you are," she replied, her voice soft and melodic. "You're the CEO of Louis Vuitton, right?"

You nodded, feeling a surge of pride at her recognition. "That's right," you said. "And you're Lisa from Blackpink. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The conversation flowed effortlessly between you, your words dancing like poetry as you talked about everything from music to fashion to your shared love of travel. It was as though you had known each other for years, your connection instant and undeniable.

But amidst the laughter and camaraderie, there was an undercurrent of tension between you – a silent longing that neither of you dared to acknowledge. You were both bound by the constraints of your respective careers, your relationship relegated to the shadows for fear of the consequences.

Yet, despite the risks, you couldn't deny the undeniable pull you felt towards each other – a magnetic force that drew you together with a power that defied logic and reason. And as you danced around the edges of your feelings, tiptoeing around the truth, you knew that you were falling for Lisa in a way you had never thought possible.

As the night wore on, you found yourself drawn to Lisa like a moth to a flame, unable to tear yourself away from her magnetic presence. And as you stood together on a balcony overlooking the city lights, your conversation taking on a more intimate tone, you knew that you had found someone special in Lisa – someone worth taking a chance on.

As you stood together on the balcony, the city lights twinkling below, the conversation between you and Lisa took on a more intimate tone. You found yourself opening up to her in a way you hadn't with anyone else, sharing stories and laughter as if you had known each other for years.

"So, tell me more about Louis Vuitton," Lisa said, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest. "What inspired you to become the CEO?"

You smiled, touched by her curiosity. "Well, it's always been a dream of mine to work in the fashion industry," you explained. "I've always been fascinated by the intersection of art and commerce, and Louis Vuitton represents the pinnacle of luxury and innovation."

Lisa nodded, hanging on to your every word. "That's so cool," she said. "I've always admired your work with the brand. You've really taken it to new heights."

Before you could respond, the door to the balcony swung open, and Jisoo, another member of Blackpink, stepped outside, her eyes widening in surprise as she caught sight of you and Lisa together.

"Lisa!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying across the balcony. "What are you doing out here?"

You and Lisa exchanged a knowing glance before turning to face Jisoo, trying to suppress your laughter at her over-the-top reaction.

"We're just having a little chat," Lisa replied, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Jisoo's eyes widened even further, and she gasped dramatically, clutching her chest as if she had just witnessed a scandalous affair.

"Oh my god, Lisa, are you flirting with Y/N?" she exclaimed, her voice rising in pitch as she turned to face the other members of Blackpink, who had gathered at the door to see what all the commotion was about.

"Guys, you won't believe this!" she called out, her voice tinged with mock horror. "Lisa's out here seducing the CEO of Louis Vuitton!"

The other members of Blackpink crowded onto the balcony, their eyes widening in surprise as they took in the scene before them. Rosé giggled uncontrollably, while Jennie shook her head in disbelief.

"Lisa, you little minx," Jennie teased, nudging her playfully. "I always knew you had a thing for powerful women."

Lisa rolled her eyes, but there was a playful glint in her eye as she turned to face you, her lips curling into a sly grin.

"Sorry about that," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "My friends can be a bit... dramatic."

You laughed, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you at the sight of Lisa's playful demeanor. Despite the teasing from her friends, you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her, grateful for the chance to spend this time together away from the prying eyes of the public.

As the night wore on, you and Lisa continued to talk and laugh together, the tension between you dissipating with each passing moment. And as you stood together on the balcony, surrounded by the laughter and camaraderie of your friends, you knew that this was just the beginning of something special between you and Lisa.

— — — — — — —

Despite your hectic schedules, you and Lisa managed to carve out precious moments to spend together. Each date was a chance to escape the pressures of work and fame, to simply enjoy each other's company without the prying eyes of the public.

You took Lisa to some of the most exclusive restaurants in the city, savoring each bite of gourmet cuisine as you talked and laughed late into the night. You explored hidden gems tucked away in the corners of the city, discovering new cafes, bookstores, and parks where you could steal quiet moments away from the chaos of the world.

On one memorable occasion, you surprised Lisa with tickets to a private concert by one of her favorite artists. The look of delight on her face as she realized where you were taking her made all the planning and secrecy worth it. As you stood together in the crowd, swaying to the music under the twinkling lights, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you, grateful for the chance to share this experience with someone as special as Lisa.

Despite the challenges of dating in the public eye, you and Lisa found solace in each other's company, stealing moments of intimacy whenever you could. Whether it was a stolen kiss in the backseat of a car or a quiet walk through the city streets hand in hand, you cherished each moment you spent together, knowing that your love was worth the risk.

As the months passed, your bond with Lisa grew stronger with each passing day. You found yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with her, unable to imagine your life without her by your side. And as you looked into her eyes, you knew that you wanted to make things official – to ask her to be your girlfriend in the most romantic and unique way possible.

One evening, as you and Lisa sat together on the balcony of your penthouse apartment, the city lights twinkling below, you felt a surge of nervous energy coursing through you. You knew that this was the moment you had been waiting for – the moment when you would ask Lisa to be yours in every sense of the word.

Taking a deep breath, you turned to face Lisa, your heart pounding in your chest as you prepared to pour your heart out to her.

"Lisa," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "I know we've been seeing each other for a while now, and I've loved every moment we've spent together."

Lisa's eyes widened in surprise, a smile spreading across her face as she realized what you were about to say.

"You mean...?" she trailed off, her voice barely a whisper as she waited for you to continue.

You nodded, reaching out to take her hand in yours. "I want to make things official," you said, your voice steady despite the nerves that churned in your stomach. "Lisa, will you be my girlfriend?"

Tears welled up in Lisa's eyes as she threw her arms around you, burying her face in your chest as she nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!" she exclaimed, her voice muffled against your shirt as she held you tightly.

You laughed, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at her enthusiastic response. Pulling back slightly, you cupped her face in your hands, gazing into her eyes with all the love and adoration you felt for her.

"I love you, Lisa," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too, Y/N," Lisa replied, her eyes shining with happiness as she leaned in to kiss you tenderly.

As you melted into each other's embrace, surrounded by the soft glow of the city lights, you knew that this was just the beginning of your love story – a story that would continue to unfold in the days, weeks, and years to come, filled with laughter, adventure, and endless moments of love and joy.

— — — — — — —

As the CEO of Louis Vuitton, you were constantly on the lookout for opportunities to expand the brand's reach and influence. You had seen the power of celebrity endorsements firsthand, and you knew that having someone as influential as Lisa as an ambassador could take Louis Vuitton to new heights.

One evening, as you and Lisa cuddled together on the couch, the soft glow of the television casting a warm light over the room, you broached the subject.

"Hey, Lisa," you began, your voice casual as you traced circles on her arm with your fingertips.

"Yeah?" she replied, her attention still focused on the screen as she snuggled closer to you.

"I was thinking," you continued, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "What would you say if I asked you to be an ambassador for Louis Vuitton?"

Lisa's head snapped up, her eyes widening in surprise as she turned to look at you.

"Wait, really?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "You want me to be an ambassador for Louis Vuitton?"

You nodded, feeling a surge of pride at her enthusiastic response. "Yeah, really," you said, your voice softening as you reached out to take her hand in yours. "I know how passionate you are about fashion, and I think you would be the perfect fit for the brand."

Lisa's face lit up with a smile as she squeezed your hand tightly. "Y/N, that's incredible," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "I would love to be an ambassador for Louis Vuitton."

You grinned, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over you at her excitement. "Great," you said, unable to hide the smile that spread across your face. "Welcome to the Louis Vuitton family, Lisa."

As the two of you cuddled together on the couch, basking in the warmth of each other's embrace, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Not only had you secured a valuable partnership for Louis Vuitton, but you had also brought your girlfriend into the fold, forging a connection that would only serve to strengthen your bond both personally and professionally.

— — — — — —

The Louis Vuitton Fashion Week (LVFW24) in Paris was one of the most anticipated events in the fashion world, drawing celebrities, influencers, and fashionistas from around the globe. As the CEO of Louis Vuitton, you were accustomed to the glitz and glamour of such events, but this year held a special significance for you.

Not only were you showcasing your latest collection on the runway, but you had also orchestrated a surprise for your girlfriend, Lisa, the phenomenal member of Blackpink. You had been secretly dating for about a year now, and you wanted to show her just how much she meant to you by incorporating her into the event in a special way.

As you made your way to the venue, your heart raced with excitement and anticipation. You had been working tirelessly on the new collection, pouring your heart and soul into every design, and you couldn't wait to see the reaction from the audience.

The venue was abuzz with activity as guests mingled and posed for photos on the red carpet. Cameras flashed and voices buzzed with excitement as the anticipation reached a fever pitch.

You scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face, but there was no sign of Lisa. You knew she was attending the event, but you had purposely kept her outfit a secret as part of the surprise.

Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you made your way backstage to check on the models and make sure everything was running smoothly. The energy backstage was electric, with hairstylists and makeup artists putting the finishing touches on the models' looks and designers making last-minute adjustments to the garments.

As the showtime approached, you took your place backstage, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through your veins. The music started, and the first model stepped onto the runway, setting the stage for what promised to be a breathtaking show.

One by one, the models strutted down the runway, showcasing your latest designs with confidence and grace. The audience was captivated, their eyes glued to the runway as they took in the stunning creations.

But as the show reached its climax, there was one final surprise in store. Just as the last model exited the runway, the lights dimmed, and the music changed to a familiar beat.

Suddenly, the giant screens flanking the stage lit up with images of Lisa, her face glowing with a radiant smile as she walked confidently towards the stage. The audience erupted into cheers and applause as they recognized the K-pop star, their excitement palpable in the air.

You felt a surge of pride and excitement as Lisa took her place on the runway, her presence commanding attention as she struck a pose at the end of the catwalk. She was wearing one of your designs – a stunning gown that hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her natural beauty and elegance.

The screams were deafening as the audience showered Lisa with adoration and praise, their excitement reaching a fever pitch as they snapped photos and videos of the iconic moment.

But amidst the chaos and excitement, there was an undeniable tension between you and Lisa – a silent acknowledgment of the intimacy and connection you shared. As you locked eyes with her from across the room, you felt a rush of emotions flood over you – love, pride, and an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having her in your life.

As the show came to an end, you and Lisa were ushered onto the stage for photos, the flashes of cameras lighting up the room as you posed together for the paparazzi. The chemistry between you was palpable, and fans couldn't help but notice the way you looked at each other – with love and admiration shining in your eyes.

As the night wore on, the photos and videos from the event began to circulate online, igniting a frenzy of speculation and excitement among fans. They couldn't help but notice the intimate moments between you and Lisa, and soon, social media was abuzz with rumors of your secret relationship.

But amidst the chaos and speculation, there was one thing that remained constant – the undeniable love and connection you shared with Lisa. And as you held her hand tightly in yours, watching the city lights twinkle in the distance, you knew that your love for each other was stronger than ever before.

🌟 Y/N stole the show at LVFW24 with their breathtaking collection! From runway to CEO, they're a force to be reckoned with. 🌟 #YNSlayed #LVFW24

🌟 Did anyone else notice the sparks flying between Y/N and Lisa at LVFW24? 🔥 The way they look at each other is giving us all the feels! 🥺💕 #YLisa #LVFW24

@YNCeles: Y/N absolutely killed it at LVFW24! Her designs were pure perfection, and I couldn't be prouder to be a fan! 🌟 #YNSlayed #LVFW24

@YNismine: Can we take a moment to appreciate Y/N's dedication and passion for fashion? She is truly a visionary in the industry! 🙌 #FashionIcon #LVFW24

@YNCpla: Y/N's collection at LVFW24 has left me speechless! Her talent knows no bounds, and I'm in awe of everything she creates! 🌟 #YNSlayed #LVFW24

@LISALegendary: Lisa looked like an absolute goddess at LVFW24! Her runway walk was flawless, and she owned every moment on that stage! 🌟 #LisaQueen #LVFW24

@LISAicon: Lisa's presence at LVFW24 was everything! She exudes confidence and charisma like no other, and I'm so proud to be her fan! 💖 #LisaManoban #LVFW24

@coollisa: Lisa's performance at LVFW24 was nothing short of iconic! She's a true superstar, and I'm so grateful to be able to support her! 🌟 #LisaLegend #LVFW24

@YLisaUniverse: The tension between Y/N and Lisa at LVFW24 is undeniable! 🔥 They're the ultimate power couple, and I'm here for it! 🌟 #YLisa #LVFW24

@ynandlisa: Can we talk about the way Y/N and Lisa looked at each other at LVFW24? It's like they have their own little universe! 🌌💖 #YLisa #LVFW24

@lisaisY/n’s: Y/N and Lisa are giving us all the feels at LVFW24! Their love and chemistry are off the charts, and I'm living for it! 🥺💕 #YLisa #LVFW24

Together, you and Lisa had weathered the storms of fame and fortune, emerging stronger and more united than ever before. And as you looked towards the future, you knew that there was nothing that could stand in the way of your love – not even the bright lights of Paris or the prying eyes of the world.

[thephantomcasebook]

Do you think HOTD could be canceled with Season 3? I mean, today was quite a day with these leaks and not so pleasant statements haha

Eh ...

Probably not.

"House of the Dragon" is one of MAX's flagship shows for their streaming service. They've put a lot of money into it both in budget and marketing.

I do think that this season will be the start of diminishing returns and that a lot of people won't be thrilled with it, but I think the majority of the audience will give Season 3 a chance.

There seems to be a rather pervasive sense of arrogance by writers and creators that adapt ASoIaF projects that they eventually get really get up their own asses. And I feel that Season 1 being as big of a hit as it was, was probably a really bad thing for the creative team here. Just from interviews and the things people have said, Condal is already getting a big head and acting as if he's bullet proof. Basically, he thinks that he and Hess can put anything up they want on screen and people will watch it and eat it up.

But my point is that there is huge structural flaw in HOTD that is about to come crashing down. And that's there is no story symmetry to the plot. They've basically wasted a bunch of time and are about to waste more of it. Writing wise, there is absolutely no reason to spend as much time as we are about to on Daemon at Harrenhal nor Rhaena claiming a dragon. They've wasted so much time in fact that they've had to leave out key characters till Season 3 - Daeron being the biggest.

Condal came out recently and said that Daeron is a major and important character in the future. But the problem is that when they introduce him in Season 3 - if the rumors are wrong that he's going to be introduced stealthily in Season 2 as major player in the Harrenhal Plot - we've gotten no time with Daeron and his siblings, or most importantly Alicent.

Daeron's relationship with Alicent and Criston is important, very important. Because not only are they his parents, the people who raised him, but he is Alicent's favorite child - favorite person in the world - and the massacre at Tumblestone was partially carried out because the Starks put Criston's head on the main Royal Standard at the Battle which pissed off Daeron to a murderous rage.

Daeron's entire character motivation is Alicent, loving her, wanting to rescue her no matter the cost - physically or morally, and they've never shared a scene together.

How are you going to convey all of the weight of Daeron wanting his mommy back, avenging the only father he's ever known, and being loyal to Aegon to a fault - rejecting the crown when basically all Westeros wants him to be King - when you're introducing him without him ever sharing a scene with Alicent and Criston, nor any of his siblings.

You've wasted so much time fucking around that the story symmetry is fucked.

So, no, I don't think they'll cancel HOTD before Season 3, but I predict that a lot of people are going to start seeing the cracks in the foundation by the end of it. And I predict that rather than pivot, Condal and Hess will attack the fans.

I think Season 2 will leave a bad taste in a lot of people's mouths, judging by the leaks and some of the inside stuff people have told me.

[beenbaanbuun]

I have some thoughts and would like to share them. I’m out with some friends trying different flavors of bacardi and my mind is racing with thoughts apologies ik this is gonna be a mess

<<<<<<<<<<<<< min gi. >>>>>>>>> ✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰

he will be the main topic for my thoughts tonight. It’s just something about that man that makes me 🫠

thought # 1 to kick this off………. I just can’t get behind everyone who pants him as some overly subby man. 😗sorry not sorry, like have we seen this man? Now I don’t think he’s a hard dom by any means but, I just can’t picture this man a hard sub. I think he’d be a switch tbh bc you cannot tell me that this man won’t manhandle you and fuck the breaks off of you listening to some metal or r&b (depends on the day) 🙆���~~

& he’s literally a LEO man. LEOOOOO!!!…….L-E-O!! cmon now!!

I also feel like he’d want you in his lap all the time, & constantly pulling you onto it.

there is no other seat when you have his lap. 🤷

+ in a fan call a atiny asked him what inanimate object would he wanna be and he said a chair so they can rest comfortably 😭😩so you cannot tell me he wouldn’t!!

~~buttt I don’t necessarily fully disagree that he’s subby but not to such a degree.. you get what I’m saying? I just think people perceive him this way because of his dynamic with yunho. but🤷

OMGGG my favorite quality about him~~~ he is sooo loyal!!!! ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ like I 100% believe he wants to intertwine his soul with someone. he wants to be his partner everything because his partner will definitely without a doubt be his everything!!! once he finds his one it’s them and him FOREVAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!! he would give you the entire world if he could

I also can see him showing off his partner 25/8

and he’s so straightforward so I’m sure he will always make his intentions known. he will set the record straight and let the world know he is off the market. he is a taken man!! I mean you could give him two options and if you’re not one of the options he’ll make you one. 😩 his loyalty is unmatched and unwavering. Absolute complete devotion.

Omggg jealousy and possessiveness …

such a jealous man.

but he’s a softie so I don’t think intentionally making him jealous (by like let’s say flirting with another) would be a good thing I think it would make him have some doubt and feel down.. but he literally wants you all to himself. he wants ALL your attention, ALL your love, time etc As I previously said he wants to be your everything your number 1. your number one priority. he literally wants you to treat him better than anyone else. (definitely not saying he’s some crazy type and wants you not to talk to anyone besides him. just wants to be your priority. 😅

I kinda feel like he’s a thighs and ass man.…..

& he’s such a flirt as well like omg😩

I also kinda feel like he's superrr into praise lovesssss when you praise him and lovessss to praise you. Especially during sez “fuck feels so good Mingi…..” or “you fuck me so good/well” I can imagine would have him spiraling and will need you to cum for him asap and he'll get you there asap too

(I also also feel likes he’s a wild card so it’s hard to really say much but I have SOOOO much to say …😭)

Now Giving or receiving

also certified eater, firm believer he throughly enjoys eating tf out of you. will literally get off to just that. could do it for hours on end. Feel like he’d MUCHH rather go down on you than the other way around.

Aftercare I feel like it’ll consist of holding you to his chest or some type of position where you’re skin to skin and you’re rubbing your fingers through his hair

I have sooooooo many more in depth very thought out long thoughts but I don’t want to over do it and I just felt like sharing a piece of my thoughts tonight because this isn’t even the tip of them. even if it’s not all together 😅 I do prefer to be organized with my thoughts but Ima mess rn and a little tipsy so if you'd indulge me another day I’d love to come back and share more of my in depth hard thoughts with you but more put together when Im not intoxicated but Im really thinking about it so badly rn I can’t let go is my sub and dom thoughts I have so much to say but I suddenly also cannot hold my eyes open longer anymore so it’s about time I head home thank you for your time I love your work so much and yeah

IM GOING INSANE WTFFFFFF

okay so you are SO RIGHT about the manhandling. like what is the point of being so big if you’re not going to use it?? i’m not even talking just in bed though - we will got onto that later though - because he will manhandle you 24/7. the main thought that comes to mind is him placing his hands on your waist whenever he needs to scoot past you. like he doesn’t even say ‘excuse me’ or anything because why would he when he can just move you himself?? and you can’t tell me this man doesn’t just love picking you up and taking you places. who gives a fuck if you’re busy doing something? if this man wants cuddles then there is nothing stopping him from just scooping you up in his arms and taking you with him!!!

and the lap thing is >>>>>> you could be sat in an empty room and this man will be dragging you onto his lap even though every single other seat is free. and if you manage to escape his grasp and sit somewhere that isn’t his lap?? you best be prepared to deal with him sulking for literally HOURS!!!!! it’s cute tho so…

and as for manhandling you in bed, boy oh BOY!!! okay, so we both know this man loves giving head. this mf will literally d r a g you onto his face and pin you to it with his arms wrapped around your thighs and he will keep you there until he’s finished. you could be crying from the overstimulation, but unless you say the safeword, he won’t let up until he’s had enough. and then when he is finished, he’s flipping you over and fucking into you whilst pinning you to the mattress.

and to tie into the possessiveness thing, this man would fucking LOVE giving you hickeys. marking up your neck so prettily so everyone can see that you’re his. if it keeps other men at bay then it’s doing its job perfectly!! it means they know that you’re his…

also on the topic of both hickeys and his oral fixation that he 100% has, he definitely loves painting your thighs purple with his mouth… anyway!

youre so right about the praise thing too. no matter whether he’s domming or subbing, he will absolutely love to hear you tell him just how good he’s doing. it’s absolutely his motivation to keep going, not to mention it stops any insecurity he may be feeling and helps him understand exactly what you like.

literally immaculate thoughts!!!! i will be thinking about mingi for the foreseeable future…