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aemondapologistfrfr · 3 months

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Dethrone - Chapter 9

Warnings: 18+, thigh riding, fingering, daggers, swearing, criston cole

Authors Note: aemond finds out how needy his bethrothed is, training w criston cole and besting him bc why not, helaena!!! my sweet girl! (i promise she will be treated RIGHT in this fic and no harm will come to her or her children), a family dinner that’s tame, alsoooo im almost done w this fic but every time i cross something off of my timeline i add like ten more things 😅

Word Count: 3.2k

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Court is to be held tomorrow and I’m buzzing with excitement. In the past few days we’ve solidified with Alicent, and unfortunately Daemon, that we would like to announce our betrothal instead of a courtship. They both agree to the new announcement and I now make my main focus picking a gown to wear to court.

“What am I to wear?” I pace around my chambers looking at the entirety of my wardrobe thrown everywhere.

“I can offer you my assistance.” Kaenna smiles as she enters my chambers.

“You’re finally here!” I laugh out in relief. I run over to her and pull her into a hug finally feeling like everything is starting to fall into place.

“You’re betrothed!” she hugs me back even tighter.

“Can you believe it? I have to find something to wear.” I groan looking at my wardrobe that’s taken up our entire seating area and bed.

“We’re in Kings Landing my child, we will find you the perfect gown. Tell me what your vision is.” Kaenna eyes the state of my chambers and gives me a disappointed look.

I explain and go into as much detail as I can think of for my gown. A warm smile spreads across her face and tells me she’ll get me exactly that and runs off out of my chambers. Gods know where she’ll get that in time. I slowly start to pick up my gowns and bring them over to my wardrobe.

I abandon cleaning and change into my training clothes to head down to the training yard. I look around lost and then find Ser Criston and begin walking over to him in hopes of him training me today. I wouldn’t mind training on my own but I’m still working on my familiarity with everything here.

“Princess, how can I help you?” Ser Criston asks lowering his sword from his opponent and looking toward me.

“If you have time, could you train with me?” I ask with a soft smile not wanting to interrupt him.

“I would be honored,” he walks away from the man immediately. “What’s the extent of the training you’ve had so far? I saw you with Aemond and I was quite impressed.” he smiles walking over to me.

“I’ve trained with many different people when I lived in Runestone. I’ve had a lot of good and a lot of bad teachers, but I absorbed the knowledge nonetheless. I’m hoping to set up a routine here in Kings Landing.” I say looking over the nearby weapons table.

“I can help set up times with you. For today what would you like to work on?” he inquires relaxing more out of his guard state.

“I was thinking close combat.” I hum removing a dagger from a sheath on my thigh.

“As you wish.” Ser Criston draws his own.

We circle each other for a couple breaths before I decide to make the first move. I make a quick swipe with my dagger and then following up with a jab from my left fist. He ducks just missing my fist while bringing his leg out in attempt to trip me. I hop over his leg and he spins to avoid me being at his back.

He pummels forward and I dash out of the way swiping with my blade once more. He moves to avoid it only to have it pressed to his throat a moment later. We continue this same dance until we’re both sweaty and exhausted.

“It seems we have plenty to learn from my betrothed.” Aemond chuckles from the weapons table.

“Hello, my Prince.” I smile widely dropping my blade from Ser Criston’s chest.

“So this is where you’ve been.” Aemonds smile broadens as I begin approaching him.

“Well one of us has to be the protector.” I tease him.

“And you will be my brave knight?” Aemond raises his eyebrow trying to hide the smirk on his face.

“Shining armor and all my love.” I laugh softly as I sheathe my dagger.

“Mm, well I don’t want to steal you away from galant knight training, but I thought you would like to meet my sister, Helaena.” he says leading us out of the training yard claiming my hand in his.

“I would love to. I just need to change first.” I smile up to him.

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We enter my chambers and I tell him to go to the balcony so we don’t get distracted. I pull off my training clothes and pull on a silk slip. I groan loudly as I forget that all my gowns are thrown everywhere.

“Everything alright?” Aemond asks walking into the room and stopping as he drinks in my body.

“Aemond!” I hiss. “I told you to wait out there until I’m done.” I roll my eyes at him.

“I thought you would need help tying up your dress.” he says innocently walking closer.

“I want to meet your sister. You get back out on the balcony before that’s delayed even longer.” I point to the balcony stubbornly.

“Fine.” Aemond turns and walks outside once more.

I grab a black gown that has a mesh neckline that plunges and sleeves that meet my wrists. Shades of blue slip down the torso and end in a deep sapphire. There is a particularly scandalous cut on one side that goes up to the thigh but I think I’ll be able to hide it. I slip it over my head and smooth it out against my body. I put some black slippers on and walk over to my vanity to fix my hair.

“You can come back in.” I call out to Aemond.

“I would burn cities to the ground for you.” he breathes out staring at me in the mirror.

“As I would do for you.” I hum pulling him in for a quick kiss.

I finish my hair and we’re on our way to Helaena’s chambers. I feel bad that I haven’t seen her since I’ve arrived. She’s the only other dreamer I know of and I’m curious to see how her dreams manifest. Hopefully she’s as open and curious as I am.

We knock and enter her chambers. I see three beautiful children sat on the ground playing with blocks in the sunlight. Helaena is contently knitting on the couch humming. She is the portrait of peace and serenity.

“Helaena, this is Viktorya.” Aemond announces me to her.

“I’m sorry I haven’t came to meet you sooner.” I say as I follow Aemond to the couch.

“It’s lovely to finally meet you.” she looks me in the eyes deeply and smiles. “Mother has told me all about you.”

“I hope all good.” I return her warm smile.

“You’re a dreamer too.” she states more than asks as she tilts her head.

“I am. Not many people know.” I say hushed.

“They never seem to understand the burden that comes with our knowledge.” she hums as she resumes knitting.

“Indeed,” I reply. “I’ve been chasing a dream for my whole life.” I turn to Aemond smiling.

“And you’ve finally found him.” Helaena glances over to us.

“I’m sorry,” I say slightly tilting my head. “You know of my dream?” I ask curiously.

“Yes, I’ve waited for you too. You will allow me and my children to escape and be happy in peace.” she looks over to her children with a hint of a smile.

“I will do everything I can to ensure that you all are safe and happy.” I say reassuringly catching her gaze.

“Thank you.” she smiles as she sets her knitting down to glide over to me. She wraps me in a warm embrace. “You’ll do well as Queen.” she whispers as she pulls back.

“Thank you.” I smile hugging her again. “Should you ever want company or to talk please reach out to me and I will come. I promise you.” I offer nodding my head.

“The time will come.” she looks off in the distance.

“Well, we will stop bothering your knitting, sister.” Aemond says softly and I rise with him. We quietly leave her chambers and he shuts the door softly behind us.

“She was very sweet.” I hum grabbing onto his hand.

“She is.” he replies bringing my hand to his mouth so he can place a kiss on it. “I must ask my love..” Aemond says trailing off, tugging us into a dark alcove off the hallways.

“What must you ask my love?” I ask giggling at his antics.

“Are you wearing this just to see how much you can tease me?” Aemond asks backing me up to the wall and he spreads his hand on my exposed thigh.

“I didn’t think it would be noticeable.” my breath hitches in my throat as he brings his hand higher.

“Where are your panties?” he growls into my ear as his hand reaches my bare hip.

“I forgot.” I whisper as he squeezes roughly on my hip.

“I don’t think you did.” his smile turns devilish as he presses himself into me.

I yelp as I’m suddenly falling backwards. Aemonds hands swiftly get to the back of my head to protect me from the fall. We slowly start to untangle and get up. The wall we were leaning on has opened into a doorway.

“I guess we found another entrance.” I say wiping dust from my gown giggling.

“Shall we explore?” Aemond offers he his hand as he begins walking deeper into the tunnels.

“I would love to.” I smile accepting his outstretched hand.

He shuts the door behind of us as we start off. There are many different tunnels and stairwells that I could get lost in for hours. I take in my surroundings baffled at how these aren’t in use. I follow Aemond closely as we start journeying deeper into the tunnels. I know he’s explored these before so I thankful he’s here to offer guidance or I surely would be spending the night in here.

After a while of walking around and showing me all of the back way to important rooms and halls he begins to turn us back around. He leads us up a flight of stairs and we make a couple of turns until he stops us at a doorway. He opens it and leads us back into my chambers.

“Where were we?” Aemond smirks pushing me back on the chair.

“Not getting distracted.” I smile putting a slippered foot on his chest stopping him from climbing on top of me. “You said we could actually attend family dinner.” I pout looking up to him.

“You sound more appetizing.” he whispers watching my skirts slowly fall towards my hip from the angle of my foot on his chest.

“We’re going to dinner.” I reply firmly and take my leg off his chest. “Pull yourself together and maybe you can have dessert.” I smile brushing past him to the main doors.

He catches up to me quickly and we begin walking to the main hall. We arrive at the same time as everyone else does and no one says a word. There seems so be some animosity in the air between the two families. Me and Aemond sit next to each other which seems to be the only common ground between all of us.

Jace is giving me dirty looks and I can’t suppress my giggle at his twin bruises on his face. Daemon clears his throat to get me to stop and I roll my eyes at him and turn back towards Aemond. He’s staring daggers at Aegon, who I now see, has been staring at my chest.

Viserys slowly walks in and we all stop and rise. This is the first time I’m meeting him and his health seems to be as bad as rumored. We all sit once he takes a seat and wait for him to speak.

“How lovely to have you all here with me. To see us together after so many years. So much loss. Let it strengthen us!” Viserys declares raising his glass. “Welcome Viktorya. Shame on Daemon for hiding you from us.” he stares down the table at my father.

“It is lovely to be here after all this time.” I say smiling sweetly.

“And a congratulations are in order!” Viserys booms. “You’ve found love with Aemond!” he says joyously.

I can feel Aemond tense beside me. I know he’s told me that he was never close with his father so of course the smallest amount of attention will feel out of place. I completely understand this and try and comfort him by placing a hand on his thigh. I squeeze his thigh and smile and him supportively.

We all fall into our own conversations as the courses are brought out. Music is played and the spirits are lifted as we all start to relax. My thumb starts rubbing circles absentmindedly on Aemonds thigh as I take a sip of my wine basking in the feeling of a family dinner no matter the true feelings that are hidden.

“Remove your hand before I take you on this table in front of the family.” Aemond whispers in my ear sternly.

I cough on my wine and bring my hand back to my lap. I can feel my face heating and I hope no one has noticed. I risk a peak and thankfully the only person looking at me is Aemond. The servants come and clear our plates and soon after Viserys dismisses us saying he’ll see us all tomorrow at court.

Aemond and I walk silently hand in hand back to my chambers. The tension between us is thick and causing me to get jittery. I’m trying to gauge his mood but he won’t make eye contact with me the whole way back. Once we get to my chambers he runs his fingers through his kept hair.

“I’ve been trying and failing to show restraint when it comes to you.” he breathes out sounding frustrated with himself.

“I haven’t been making it easy. I’m sorry. If you want to sleep in separate chambers until we wed I understand. I don’t mean to be so needy.” I offer softly averting my gaze.

“No, I should be able to control myself. You’re just so perfect. In every way.” he cups my face adoringly. “Gods, the way you tease me.” he says kissing my lips once and trying not to linger.

One of his hands caresses my jaw and he brings his thumb to my lower lip. I slowly part my lips and he groans as I lick the pad of his finger softly. He chuckles lowly and shakes his head. His hand caresses down my body to my waist and guides us back to a chair.

He moves my skirts and helps me straddle one of his legs so I’m completely bare on his clothed thigh. He pulls me closer to him and brings his lips to mine. I moan into his mouth at the friction on my clit as I scoot up his thigh.

He slowly begins rocking my hips with his hands as I toss my head back in pleasure. My hips grind down as he slides me back and forth. Soon I get lost in the rhythm and my hips start moving quicker on their own accord. Aemonds name followed by obscene moans fall from my lips as my pleasure begins to build.

My body becomes taught as I frantically rock against his thigh. He brings a hand between us and starts to circle my clit. With one hand still guiding me and the other on my clit I’m quickly lost in Aemond.

My head falls to his neck as I whimper, coming all over his thigh. His mouth attaches to my throat and his arms snake around my back to pull me closer. I lift my leg over his other thigh so I can fully straddle his hips. He grunts out when my wet core comes into contact with his covered hard length.

I slowly rock my hips on him and his fingers squeeze into my hips which I know will leave bruises for me to cherish. Feeling him through his pants sends a new jolt of excitement through me. I slowly reach down for his belt to help him out of his pants.

“My pleasure can wait until after we wed.” Aemond says softly grabbing my wrist. “It’s the only thing I’ve been able to hold off on.” he whispers helping me off his lap.

“Do you at least take care of yourself without me?” I ask looking up at him through my lashes leaning back on the couch.

“I have to.” he says his cheeks turning red.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you blush so fiercely, my love.” I coo pinching his cheek.

“Don’t make fun of me.” he says nuzzling into my neck.

“Do you think about me when you do it?” I whisper as I smooth his hair.

“Of course.” he pulls back and looks at me sincerely.

“Tell me.” I ask breathlessly.

“I picture you under me on our wedding night. Eyes locked to mine as our bare chests rise and fall together.” he whispers lightly kissing my neck. “I slowly slide into you as your nails rake down my back. Once I’m fully in you, you clench deliciously around me making me snap my hips forward.” he trails off hands sliding up my thighs.

“Please Aemond,” I pant spreading my legs for him.

“I set a quick pace surprising us both. You’re moaning my name as I continuously fuck this tight little pussy.” he says as he slips two fingers into me. “You arch up as you come around me for the first time. I keep going at the same pace offering you no break.” he continues his fantasy as he starts plowing his fingers into me.

“Yes Aemond! Fu-“ I cut off with a loud moan as he curls his fingers slightly getting a new angle.

“My Wife.” he coos bringing his thumb up to rub my clit. “My hips finally falter as I fill you, slowly fucking it into you. And you take it, coming with me again.” he breathes into my neck as I come harder than I ever have before.

I hold onto his arms like my life depends on it and then relax back into the couch once more. He slowly removes his fingers from me and sticks them in his mouth sucking me off of him. He hums in satisfaction as he pulls us up off of the couch.

“I think we should wed as soon as possible.” I smile at him lazily. “Lets make that fantasy come true.” I say slowly removing my dress leaving me in my slip.

“All in time my love. I’ll wait for you as long as I need to.” Aemond smiles as he removes his shirt and pants to get into bed with me pulling me closely to him.

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screampied · 2 months

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hii vegas, how was your day today? are you alright? i’ve been following you for some time, now, and i was wondering if i could ask you some questions. as a new author on tumblr, i’ve been growing a lot recently and it’s kinda scary. please, only answer if comfortable.

so, how long have you had this blog or started posting in it? how did you react to your first 1k post or those going even higher? hate messages affect you? did you ever went through writer’s block and how did you fixed it, if so? does posting ever started to feel like it’s a chore, and not a hobby?

thank you for your time, i hope this finds you well, xoxo.

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hiiii bagel !!! 💓😽 my day was good ‘n busy i hope yours was okay. sure of course ask awaay

i’ve had this blog for about nine months now! i had it since like october / november but i started posting around late october ‘till the end of novemeber. i wasn’t rly as consistent bc i didn’t know what i was doing 🫡 i started posting frequently around maybe december. when my first post got 1k i was shocked bc i didn’t think people would like it :’)) it was a gojo fic i believe and it was also my first request from one of my moots (ily bella <3) but yah !! as of now i try not to pay attention to big notes bc it can interfere with the joys of writing. like, writing isn’t meant to be competitive

i do get hate messages 🧍it’s every once and a while though. well i wouldn’t say hate, more like really stupid asks. like as of recent. i never answer hate anons because to be honest i really don’t give a fuck. i’m just here to write and it’s never that serious and you’re not gonna disrespect me on my blog and my space. i rather let them talk to themselves instead of feeding into negative energy. people say lotssss of shit in my inbox that is mainly … not nice but i just block and move on. to deal with this—i’d say to just to block / delete and pay them no mind. i wish them well at the end of the day 🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️ this is the internet and people are always gonna say the craziest things, but just ignore it! do you <3

i go through writers block all the time actually 🧎‍♀️to counter it, i just stop writing completely or read novels + that usually helps me. or i just sleep it off ‘n come back to it later. i try to avoid forcing myself to write while i’m on writers block because it’ll make it worse. but it’s all about pacing yourself !

it used to feel like a chore for me, especially a few months ago but now i write for myself! i find it easier to post without feeling pressured, requests make me really pressured but i answer them on my own time 🧚🏽‍♀️ plus, i don’t have a writing schedule because it wouldn’t feel like a hobby. i post whenever im motivated + feel like it !!! 🩷

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slickchickchocolatier · 1 year

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S E 7 E N : A S M O D E U S P A R T 1 N E

Okay...well since tumblr wants to be stupid, be prepared for this chapter to be split into loooots of parts bc even if i paste 1k worth of words in, it grays out my post button. so with taht being said, this is def not proof read only because i have to retyped the whole thing inside the postbox and then (only then) will it allow me to 'post' the content. please ignore any mistakes you'll see, i'll fix those whenever tumblr get its head out of its ass.

Warnings: drying humping, breaking entry, harassment, assault, torturous abuse, blood, gore, groping, and cussing. i think that's it.

Waking up the next day, after your normal hygiene routine, you enjoyed a cup of your favorite tea. Your appetite hadn’t been the same since you found out of your impending death, yet you still managed to forced down some fruit with plenty of water. ‘It doesn’t mean I shouldn’t stay healthy…besides, in five days from now, I won’t be able to enjoy food anymore…’ The internal thought struck you deep…you nearly forgot that you have only five more days. The thought of time passing was skipping over your head since you were distracted by the unusual acquaintances you were running into… ‘Jay…then Jungwon…Beelzebub and Mammon respectively. I wonder…who will I run into next?’ It was moments such as this one that you strongly wished that phones and the internet wasn’t considered a sin and banned by the authorities of the cult, otherwise you’d have researched the 7 Princes of Hell, whom all were associated with the 7 Deadly Sins. You couldn’t go back to the library where you worked, you had already been absent for a full day, not to mention the incident that occurred between you and the senator, no doubt he was looking for you. Yet… ‘I’m surprised no one has come to my apartment…I know they could easily find out where I live….there’s no such thing as privacy in this world…not anymore.’ Sipping on your water, you peered out the balcony and hovered your sight at the city and the large rustic building across the apartment complex. Suddenly, you heard the door open, shocking you into fear as you had secured the locks, all five of them. ‘Oh my God…they did come for me after all…the Senator…’ Tucking yourself away from the balcony door, you couldn’t reach your room without heading over to the front entrance where you heard the door open and shut. The only spot you could go was the dead end kitchen, but that wouldn’t do you any good. ‘I might as well accept it…I’m dead anyhow…’ With the intense burn of tears coating your eyes, you placed your cup down gently as you grabbed onto arms, trying your best to put on a brave face. The footsteps grew closer, they were calm and delicate with the way you could hear the details of the back heel clapping against the hard floor followed by the upper pad of the shoe. Whoever it was, they had to have on some classy footwear. The foot steps came in closer…and closer. You shifted your gaze to the ground, strongly believing it was the Senator once you’re called the time you met him at work, noting his lavish attire and expensive leather shoes, the way they sounded clapping against the floor….just like how they are right now inside your apartment. Closing your eyes as you hugged your torso with your arms, you took a deep breath. ‘Here he comes…’ “There you are…I was starting to think I was in the wrong apartment…” Your eyes snapped open as your slightly parted lips gasped out when your breath hitched. It wasn’t the Senator’s voice as you expected. The voice was smooth, delicate in tone, and very pleasant to your ears. It wasn’t necessarily deep, it was similar to that of Jungwon’s, it had a unique pitch to his soft and tranquil vocal range. Looking up, you saw a younger looking man who was of similar height to that of Jungwon. He was , much like the others, well dressed and looked smooth, like fine wine…red wine. “You look a little dubious…we’re you expecting someone else?” He chuckles out with a look of amusement and yet, there was a hint of genuine sincerity in his tone as he slightly raised a brow, noting the look of concern and fear that’s as on your face, but was now fading into one of relief. “Breath darling…you’re distressed I can tell. I’m here now, you have nothing to fear.” He spoke with such affection and familiarity. Of course you knew he was another one of the brothers of Helel, you wonder why you hadn’t though it would have been him versus the Senator the moment you heard him entering your apartment. ‘Am I really that paranoid? I must be losing my mind…poor Lily…how could you have felt with just me comforting you, not these men who I feel you deserve more than me…’

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stitchkiss · 1 year

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Hi!!! I’ve been following you for a while and I see that you’re very active in the teen wolf/thiam fandom. I want to be more active too and I’ve noticed that you tend to leave really long comments on fics and I was wondering how you do that? I don’t always comment but I want to more, do you have any tips?

hello anon! what a question! i’m going to use comments i left on @raekensarcher’s fics as examples bc that’s where i do my best work.

but first let’s start with why commenting is so important: it is a great way to integrate yourself into fandoms and can even gain you mutuals/friends! i tricked jack into friendship by dropping comments left and right! commenting is also a great way to encourage writers and to keep a fandom alive! it’s basically the entire purpose. i find that writers are kind of like crows. you drop a nice and thoughtful comment and they’ll latch onto it (and possibly you) forever and so they keep putting them out bc they want to keep writing to keep this good shit going with you. help a crow, they bring you shiny things. you comment, they write. it’s a rapport that needs to be nourished bc it’s beneficial to both parties. fandoms are kinda like an ecosystem in this way. comments are like the food and water to keep this network thriving.

alright let’s get into it!

when i comment, i usually type my thoughts as i read, so basically like live blogging. i like reacting in real time. more than once i’ve typed out a prediction or inference about what’s to come and it turns out i was right, so i make sure to mention that too! pointing out an author’s foreshadowing/hints is a good way to let them know that you’re paying attention to what they write. sometimes (depending on the fic and how i feel) this method of commenting can be a little distracting from the actual fic, so reading through it all then going back might be more helpful to get your thoughts in order. this helps make the comment long BUT the length of the comment doesn’t actually matter bc it’s about what you’re saying/putting into the comment

so, what should you say? easy: tell the author your reactions to what they’re writing. humans are social beings, they thrive off interaction and authors LOVE knowing their words elicit emotions in people. writing is basically a superpower in that way! below are a few comments i’ve left on jack’s fics.

as you can see, my responses to what jack writes is very emotional and slightly violent.

there is no wrong way to comment a reaction. in fact you should utilize all the ways you can think of for variation. such as telling the author that you’re screaming, typing an all caps “AHHHH” to show you’re screaming, tell them that you’re crying, laughing, etc. add in keyboard smashes, hyperbole, and even use emojis. there’s a lot more but these are my go-to. (also, please, be cautious if you’re going to threaten yourself with bodily harm, especially when commenting on a stranger’s fic. jokes aren’t often translated well online and it can also make the author uncomfortable nevertheless)

moving on! notice how i quote the author. they LOVE that shit. they eat it up like candy fr. when i pull out quotes they’re usually the ones that effect me the most and stand out. this varies by person ofc but the reason i do this is to show the author that i’m noticing what they write and that i understand (hopefully) what they’re trying to say. it’s even better when the author tells you that you pointed out lines that mean a lot to them or it was their favorite to write. although i will mention that pointing out seemingly small scenes or “throwaway” lines matters just as much! like a slice-of-life moment in the bigger fic pie. if something strikes you, tell the author!

following that, reacting to lines and quoting them is good, but what will make your comment better is if you tell the author WHY you reacted the way you did or why that particular line stuck out so much to you. this often leads me to typing an analysis of what they’ve written about a character or situation. while i’m not the most articulate person out there i do try my best. for example:

analysis! these are harder to write bc they actually require brainpower. like this whole comment is longer than the lit paper i wrote that same week, i even checked the word count. i don’t think i need to explain literary analysis even tho ppl on tumblr sometimes tend to lack comprehension and critical thinking skills BUT i have faith in whoever is reading this bc you wouldn’t have read this far if you weren’t interested. go you! anyway, my analysis usually comes from understanding the source material and the character(s)/situation in question, but i apply this to how the author decides to write. paying attention to what they’re saying and how it challenges and/or confirms canon as well as your interpretation of it will make a good comment. fics are often character driven rather than action/plot driven so consider that. but honestly analysis is up to you and your understanding of a fandom/ship, so good luck if you chose to drop an essay.

there will often be themes in fics, point those out if you notice it! sometimes they’re subtle and sometimes that’s the basis of the fic. tell the author how the application of a chosen theme works with what they’re writing about. reoccurring details are deliberate and authors will love if you mention it!

i think this comment is a good example of a few things i’ve outlined so far! this fic has an underlying religious/christian theme so my comment (analysis) acts according to that as well as my understanding of theo raeken and religion.

if you notice something about the authors writing style, point it out! this is actually something you have to tread carefully with though, so make sure it’s nice and polite if you do decide to say something! authors are human and their fics can be a way for them to bare their soul, so make sure you’re not causing them anxiety by pointing out certain structures/formats of their writing. so again, make sure to be nice about it.

you can also tell the author what the fic means to you. fics can be so personal and you might relate to it more than you realize. if it hits it hits.

interlude on what NOT say: if an author doesn’t explicitly say you can leave constructive criticism then leave that shit out of your comment and stick with unconditional love and support. while it’s true that constructive criticism helps authors they don’t need it all the time, especially when they didn’t ask for it. fics are like their homes, they’re inviting you in so don’t be a dick and insult their curtains, alright?

finally, compliment the author! i am the kind of person that tells strangers that i love them so i usually default with that to wrap up a comment bc i got a lot of love to give and it has to come out somehow! if spontaneous declarations of love aren’t your thing for whatever reason then tell the author how amazing they are! complimenting the writing itself is probably the way to go if you’re allergic to affection but it does make the author really receptive and happy. it’s very cute. acknowledgment of their work will bring them to their knees i promise.

i will admit that commenting how i do takes time. i usually comment when i’m not busy like at night or on weekends. one time i even arranged my schedule with the sole purpose of leaving a hefty comment on a 20k+ multi chapter fic! obviously you don’t have to do that, but i am certifiably insane and like avoiding responsibility. hope this helps anon! :)

jack’s ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/raekensarcher/pseuds/raekensarcher/works

#love you jack<3333 #this is all i can think of for now!#thiam #fic #fanfic #ao3 #ask #stitchkiss

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a-very-fond-farewell · 2 years

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@danhoemei

hello my dear, my hiatus is still going unfortunately, figuring things out for uni. thank you for the intel on delicious food P: kopytka sounds vaguely similar to italian gnocchi now that you described them to me, but yours seems bigger while ours are HEAVY on the stomach despite the small size ahah

dream trip will be put on hold 😔 need to focus on my credits for now.

also! Iron Widow! yes. i was talking to a friend the other day about this actually. i have mixed feelings, mostly bc i read it in italian and the translation was a bit… rushed, tonally speaking. it does make a good young adults book but the translator made it more attuned for edgy younger folks (pre-teens/teens) imo and it took me out of the plot ahah. but i’m not an expert. i was following the author on yt since 2020 so i get what you’re saying about their energy. i guess i was just used to it and decided to try reading their book (warning tho: mild spoiler, i think it’s supposed to be the first book of a series? it ends on a cliffhanger so… i didn’t know that and that was a bit upsetting, ngl). overall, it all boils out to whether you like mecha and giant robots or not, but the world-building is so fascinating. i think nothing could beat sha po lang in terms of technologically advanced retelling a of ancient china, but it would be unfair for me to put these 2 works in the same category bc they are not. but the character were interesting (even though a bit young for my personal taste) and i consider myself hooked. but once again, i think it’s a smart plot/commentary on society made accessible through sci-fi themes for a young audience, which is a feat in itself!

thank you for your support :D mum is very excited about the courses already!

(also, you can find me @ HumblePromptMCN on twt if you happen to be there. haven’t posted anything yet, occasionally i just scroll by to pass the time)

#danhoemei #lovely mutuals #niki answers

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garglyswoof · 5 months

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Ah that makes sense and is all total valid! While I can’t say the same for me personally since some romance books are my absolute favorites you’re experience with it/my experience with it are all our own and all valid!

I do hope alone with you in the ether works for you then! At its core it’s still a love story but the author doesn’t say it’s a romance books because it doesn’t follow the typical romance genre comforts. Which it doesn’t it’s more about two mentally unwell people and what that means and what it’s like in their head etc. I’m bias obviously but the writing is beautiful and I think you’re at least bound to find a few quotes that stuck with you (or at least I hope).

I’ve been wanting to try JT Geissinger's work! Specifically “Midnight Valentine” by them! I think it’s like reincarnated soulmates or something like that. It sounds crazy but also so up my alley.

Oh yeah the student/teacher being book 1 isn’t an issue for me neither is the huge age gap one I just haven’t dived in because I don’t want to commit to such a long series yet but I will try it! But see I also have the issue where I try to read interconnected standalones in order. It just feels wrong if I don’t most of the time 😂

But I completely get where you’re coming from with fics! I also feel that way because I already care so much about those characters.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts! Will also help me in any book recs for you in the future 🥰 and yay about Firekeeper’s daughter!!! Almost everyone I know (minus me because I was unhappy with how one very tiny thing ended and got petty about it) gave it 5 stars! It’s a great book so I’m so excited you went for it!

Oh I'll still like it anon! It sounds like it is different from contemporary romance and even if it wasn't, like I said, Iread and enjoy so much of it?

I have given very few five stars out. I think.... East of Eden, h is for hawk...maybe lonesome dove? I am pretty stingy with them so I understand docking a five star bc you didn't like one thing lol. I'm excited to listen to it! I'm finishing up morning star (red rising series, really enjoying it, good 3.5 to 4 star fantasy sci Fi dystopian)

And lmao it's all good. I respect reading things in order they just are so tenuous in their connection that I'm able to jump around.

#anonymous #long post

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ambassadorarlert · 11 months

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toxic!armin head canons

author’s note: this fr has been a long time coming. it took a while to gather my thoughts lmao. he can’t be sweet all the time, right??😭

warning: modern au. toxic characteristics — obsession, jealousy, possessiveness. gaslighting.

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

we're not gonna look away from armin's whole underlying character trait of being a known manipulator. he is going to gaslight you.

armin starts his mind games as a last resort. when he's desperate to have his way. when he's being back into a corner, and you're holding your ground in an argument or disagreement. when you're winning and he's losing. he'll play into his unfortunate-baby face-sweet-boy persona and say, "i'm only telling you/doing this because i love you!" armin slaps, "I don't know what you want me to do." at the end of most arguments because he knows it will make you quit arguing out of pure frustration.

we can all agree armin goes through your phone

he immediately clicks on iMessage to see who you’ve been texting. snoops through everything. pictures, contacts, notes. all of it. armin goes all up in your private dm’s, discord, looks through your snapchats. who you’ve been sending tiktoks to. he’s so extra, he even scrolls on your social media timelines. your dash. your fyp. just to see what you’re always looking and giggling at bc who is making you laugh if it’s not him ? arminknows he won’t find anything and that you would never do anything behind his back. but he looks anyway and holds his breath just in case. and, if he does find something he doesn’t like, he will confront you about it and not even address the bigger question

major attachment issues. in bold, italics and regular size font.

the root cause being his parents died when he was really young and was only raised by his grandpa who worked all the time. /: armin definitely has mommy issues. he's very anxious to pleasure you and do everything you want him to bc a.) he's hopelessly devoted to you b.) for some reason he think it'll make you love him more. armin will get really attached to you after the first date, and everything in your relationship moves quickly. he says i love you first. 3 months into the relationship you’re moving in together. engaged after 1 year, married 6 months later. he’s sensitive and in tune with everything you’re doing and feeling and saying. the slightest change in your voice, oh you must be mad at him. when you're literally just tired and have 0 energy, he must be annoying you. armin needs regular reassurance and validation. he will straight up ask “do you still love me?” at least once a day.

armin gets jealous so. so easily.

armin thinks he's not good enough for you and that you deserve someone who can do the things he can't, while simultaneously not being able to bear the thought of you being with another man. he views other guys as a threat and is off-putting on purpose. he goes through your followers and interactions daily and reports guys who leave compliments and thirsts. he gives guys dirty looks when he see's them obviously looking at you. will ask trap questions like "would you still be with me if you could start your life over?" armin is well liked among your girlfriends but makes no effort with your guy friends, and has succeeded in distancing you from a few of them. he disguises ultimatums as open communication. armin's jealousy is a delicate spectrum.

he's very possessive of you.

you're his everything and he wants everyone to know that. you're so gorgeous, he's not gonna hide you away. armin recognizes that you're your own person, and you can show off however you'd like. as long as he's somewhere in the background. he encourages that you tag him in all your posts. he fights for his life trying to convince you to let him come with you while you go out with your friends and he wins most of the time. but when he has to stay home, he stays up and waits for you, he double/triple texts and asks when you'll be home even though you made a point to give him a timeframe. and don't even be 5 minutes late because armin already has seventy-five questions lined up. if he's feeling extra silly, he'll start a fight over text. 🤪

2023. do not copy or repost any work by arlertwitch on any other platform. violators will be prosecuted. 🪼 — @artsyblkblocked / @sleazymac-n-cheesy / @arlerts-angel / @chiinni / @aegonslawyer / @stoned-eren /

#its not even his fault fr.#he’s just protective that’s all.#he’s been through a lot and he can’t always help it ok #my writing #armin arlert #armin imagine #armin headcanons #toxic!armin #armin drabble #armin one shot #armin x reader #armin x y/n #armin x you #armin x black reader #armin x fem reader #armin x black y/n #ambaddadorarlert

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if-music-be-the-food-of-love · 2 years

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Do you have any tips for writing? Or do you just have an unbelievable natural talent?

Oh.

I don’t— I don’t even know how to answer this bc…😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰 I would not consider myself talented at all 😫 I personally feel like I’m breaking all the rules when I write bc I don’t know them, the do’s and don’ts. I read an article the other day, and I def did everything on their “never do this” list. I look at other ppl’s writing and constantly think “dammit, I’ll never be that good!” So I dunno. I’m just making it up as I go along and learning a bit more each time. I still feel like a newbie even tho I’ve been writing fic for 2 years now. Since I never wrote before that, I feel like I’m playing catch up all the time. So yeah, no idea if this made sense, but I was blown away and am kinda reeling about your ask. Like, “who me?” So thank you from the bottom of my heart 💕💕💕 gonna turn into a puddle now 😭

To get to the other part, I did answer an ask awhile back that included suggestions for writing motivation and what works for me (again with the caveat that I’m more familiar with nonfiction writing). It’s super long, but I think it applies to your ask. I’ll link it here. There’s a lot of info there. I will say. I did try writing sprints after I wrote this, and honestly they got me thru last year’s Skam Big Bang. I’m easily distracted, but the sprints kept me focused. No sneaking off to tumblr 😂. And I also liked seeing how much progress I was making in real time. So yeah, sprints are great!

Other advice I didn’t mention in that post:

Write what makes you happy, what excites you, what brings you joy. It’s so easy to get bogged down with “will anyone like this? ” It doesn’t matter. Unless you’re trying to publish, which is a whole diff world outside of my experience, fic writing is for you and about you. It’s about your love for the characters or the show or the world. You’re sharing that love with ppl, and whether 30 or 300 or 3000 ppl read it, you’ve made someone’s life better. I still struggle with this, but in the end I ask myself what matters most, being proud of my story and being happy that I wrote it, or the kudos? I have a fic with 11 kudos, and that’s okay. So I guess what I’m trying to say is don’t focus on the numbers. Focus on writing what makes you happy. (Also the age old, write what you know 😂—but I have a whole shadowhunters collection, and I’ve def never swung a sword or fought a demon, so...).

So in a similar vein, there’s also the “is this any good?” question that haunts us. Honestly, just put words on the paper!! It doesn’t matter. Try something new. Experiment. See what you’ve got in you. You’ll never know if you don’t try. Try try again. You’ll grow and improve and learn about yourself, but that only works if you start somewhere. Fic writing isn’t about being a perfect, great literary author, it’s about finding joy in sharing the story that’s in your head with ppl who also love those characters. Plenty of ppl slap up unedited stories. There’s no expectation. We’re out there having fun. And anyway, writing is a process, your stories will improve from one to the next. Just keep writing.

Don’t be afraid to take ideas from real life. So many of my fics are grounded in reality. Anything can be inspiration for a story. I had an ER nurse who looked like Merlin, and a sobbe fic was born (odd correlation, i know). I got bogged down thinking about how kinnporsche got their shirts off while handcuffed together, and another sobbe fic was born. You can also use fic/plot generators or ask for prompts if you need ideas.

I don’t do this bc I don’t like being bombarded by information, but a lot of ppl follow writing and author’s blogs. They give out great advice, and Neil Gaiman in particular is very active and often adds to posts.

Internet searches are your best friend. I have at least 30 tabs open when I’m writing fic. A thesaurus tab and all kinds of research tabs. You can google anything. Need to know what exact set list Queen with Adam Lambert played in Brussels in 2019, you can find that. (I did, haha). Sometimes it helps to ground your story in reality so that it feels more real to you. Will anyone notice? Probably not, but we can get a lot of enjoyment out of our research dives, and you’ll know, which is all that matters.

Read, read, read. As I said before, I never wrote stories, nor did I study creative writing. But i read a hell of a lot. I think that helps. I understand plot and character. I know grammar. I know the mechanics of story writing. I think there’s something to be said that the more you expose yourself to the literary world, the more you will be able to function within it. You’ll pick up on how things are done--plot organization, character development, etc. Also sometimes it can be just as helpful to learn what not to do.

I don’t know if this is even remotely helpful. I hope it is. I am a very insecure writer, and I still don’t think of myself as one. I’m still surprised I’ve written half a million words of fic. I hope this came across as more hopeful and helpful than negative nancy, but i do understand the woes and struggles of writing too. Please let me know if there’s something more specific. This was very general.

I apologize for the length of this and for the length of the linked ask. You know me, I always write too much. I wish you all the best in your writing journey, and I hope to read your work some day!!! Thank you for this ask and for blowing my mind and making my day and making me cry. 💕💕💕

#my asks #writing stuff #lovely anons

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scholarhect · 2 years

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https://medium.com/@martinluiga/a-policeman-in-revachol-a2263e86955d

ok this is doing something to my brain

#post tag #de #didn’t quite realize just how much de is simply one story in a wider universe #like it’s just. zooming in on one little dude’s life #the amount of development they’ve put into elysium is actually super intimidating to me… it hurts my brain #plus his life & the way he thinks are both so . wild. intellectual types kinda scare me 😭#anyway i think the instinct around here is to look at the characters you follow the story of & be attached to them & make them important #& like them & want them to be good because you like them #which is natural. and exactly how stories work #meanwhile from the side of the people developing the story it’s easier to understand that each character is just a device #and you’re just observing them #and that doesn’t mean they’re morally correct (or even good). they just exist #i hope i don’t run out of tags soon i have more to say 😭#i think i find it hard to see de as a snapshot of a world that is eventually doomed. i want it to be some turning point #where things get better & everyone does the right thing. and the world is good #it’s probably a difference in worldview… maybe due to upbringing. instinctually i feel like if it doesn’t turn out ok then what’s the point #but the authors are probably finding value in a world that isn’t perfect. which they probably have to #whereas i’ve .. never had to. it’s a privilege. bc i live in a v different world #anyway i’m gonna try to think abt the game from this perspective more. even though the instinct is ship fanart and whatever #(the ‘uwu characters’ approach feels incompatible w the more literary (?) approach. but they can probably be reconciled at least a bit)#this is so stupid i’m gonna go shower. it’s 2 pm what am i doing w my life

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just-another-author-i-guess · 2 years

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John Bender relationship hc

Requested HERE

Tags: fem!reader, 80’s setting, John is cute, and also kinda feral, like one mention of sex?

Authors note: omg it’s been too long since I’ve seen the breakfast club ): no but also there’s no fics for any of them? Literally?? They’re so underrated. It was kinda hard to write ngl, like we don’t really get that much info on them in the movie haha I hope this is readable tho

974 words

oh man

He is so goddamn emotionally unavailable you wouldn’t believe it

He’s pretty self destructive too and pretty quick to act out

You probably met him in detention

He immediately noticed you, tbh he thought you were hot as fuck

He wanted to flirt with you but his idea of flirting is.. interesting

Low key just bullied you for the entire day

Affectionate bullying?

You thought he was super annoying, but also couldn’t deny that he was hot

He literally doesn’t shut up, it’s kinda impressive how he never runs out of dumb shit to say

He acted up a lot more than normal during that detention, yk trying to impress you and all

It low key worked

No but like he really only have two moods

Annoying or gross

After bullying you didn’t seem to work, he started making sexual innuendos

Honestly he would find it so hot if you stood up for yourself and put him in his place

It probably wouldn’t work, but he would be very ecstatic lmao

When detention finally ends, he sneakily tries to ask you on a date

By which I mean, he said “Hey sweetheart, I know this reallyyyy nice motel not too far away. How ‘bout we rent a room?”

You didn’t even respond, just rolled your eyes and walked off

It now becomes his goal in life to take you on a date

He “accidentally” bumps into you in the hallways at school the next day

He’s a goddamn loudmouth, sometimes he just can’t help himself from saying dumb shit so the first few times he asks you out.. don’t really go well

He feels like he has to upkeep his bad boy persona

He tries to be even louder and more reckless around you, bc he assumes you’ll only like him if he keeps up with his reputation

Eventually you tell him that you actually like him more when he’s just himself and he’s just mind blown

He literally went :0

When you first start dating he really has to get used to physical affection

He has only experienced physical touch in a sexual or violent manner

So when you just simply hug him, he’s stunned

You held his hand once and the man was too stunned to speak

Please just pet his hair

I mean, have you seen how luscious it is

You’re the first person to genuinely understand him and communicate with him

His whole life he’s just been bossed around by his dad and authority figures

So he falls for you, hard. Like, the guy is following you around school with heart eyes

He skips his classes to watch your cheer practice lmao

(He just wants to see you in a short skirt ngl)

When he finally gets used to it, he’s a huge pda fan

Literally doesn’t care where you are, you will sit on his lap and hold his hand

Even if it’s in the middle of your English class

This eventually leads to more detention, but to John that’s just more time he gets to spend with you! Yay :D

He’s with you all the time, but will never ever take you to his house

He’s actually terrified of what his dad would do to you

Or even worse, maybe he would do something to John in front of you

John is so scared you think he’s weak for getting beat up by his dad

Which is absolutely ridiculous, you would never think that

You also tell him this, telling him that you also think he’s very brave for finally talking about it

If you have a similar home situation he would be your biggest support as well

But if you have a good home situation, he’ll basically live at your house

Ngl, he can be quite the charmer when he wants

He’s really trying his best to impress your parents

And besides all the times he’s been in the local newspaper for vandalism, they’re absolutely in love with him

He still has those episodes sometimes, like when he gets too angry at his dad and goes and does something dangerous or stupid

It always ends up with him hurting himself in some way

Sometimes he takes his anger out on you, he would never hit you or anything but he can get pretty mean

He always regrets it immediately after

After a fight, he feels too shitty to go back to you and apologize

So he just stays away for a bit, the longest he’s been away is a week

You legitimately thought he left town or something

He just hates seeing you cry and feels like the biggest asshole ever

As your relationship progresses, you’d be able to discuss these things with him a bit more

He’s still very quick to blow up and get angry, but he really tries his best

After a while, he stops leaving for such a long time, coming back after just a few hours

You didn’t hear it from me, but makeup sex with John is the best lmfao

Anyways

He l o v e s it when you wear his big coat

Sometimes he comes up to you and drapes it over you just because

He can’t help himself, it’s so damn cute how you almost disappear inside it

You’re definitely known as John’s girl at school

Ppl don’t really mess with you, anything is better than having an angry John Bender on your ass

He would literally do anything for you

Such a simp tbh

No but he definitely starts saving up his money, his plan is to buy a place for the two of you after you graduate

Please just let him wife you up lolol

He definitely became a lot nicer to other ppl when you started dating too, good job

Hi! Thanks for making it to the end <3

If you want to request more John Bender or anything else, you can do it HERE

#the breakfast club #john bender #john bender x reader #the breakfast club x reader #80’s retro #John is cute #self insert

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laughing-with-god · 3 years

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The Unsaid Vow (Prologue)

Synopsis- You always knew when you weren't wanted. And the way things are going in your marriage with Jungkook, a divorce is looking more and more likely. While he's getting closer to a woman at work that you're certain he's having an affair with, you're planning your escape with your four-year-old son. However, five years of marriage did not expose you to a certain side of your husband. A side of Jungkook that only gets triggered when you try to leave and break apart your perfect 'family'.

Warnings- Yandere behavior, graphic language, violence/murder, women bashing on other women, heavily implied infidelity, bad parenting, absent father, broken family vibes, very slow buildup bc Jungkook doesn't really snap until you leave him so just give him a min lol, inexperienced author writing for a four-year-old (I never wrote for a kid before pls gimme a break), also I chose my future son's name for this fic but pls feel free to name him whatever you want :)

Slow burn Yandere Husband Jungkook

Word Count; 5.4k

Unlike the vast majority of married couples, neither you nor Jungkook donned wedding rings.

Never in your five years of marriage did you regret this decision, given it was brought upon by you and your husband’s lack of funds for fancy wedding bands at the time of your rushed marriage.

Well, you were never annoyed....until tonight, that is.

The scene before you was exceptionally intimate, so much so that you felt the instinctual need to look away in respect of the two before you.

The woman was gorgeous, effortlessly attracting all the attention the small conference room had to offer. In addition to this natural charisma spurred on by her borderline enchanting looks, her short and skin-tight red dress showed off her pleasantly curvy body. Her long, silky, and jet-black hair was pulled back into an elegant ponytail that provided a simple background for her darling features. Utterly doll-like was her face; petite, creamy in complexion with bright doe eyes and berry-pink lips.

Such a beautiful woman was currently in the arms of an equally, if not more so, attractive man.

He was tall and slender, yet not at all lanky given his sturdy build that was a testament to his strict workout regime. His olive skin was complimented with occasional tattoos, a mix of faded and fresh ink that you knew like the back of your hand despite only the tats on his hand currently showing in his crisp Valentino suit. His mid-length inky black hair was down to frame his sharp face, and indeed it was a very handsome one consisting of full eyebrows, bow-like lips, a fleshy yet impish nose, and two large, yet seemingly bottomless, raven orbs.

This man had his arms encircling the middle of the mysterious woman, her expression lifting into a light-hearted giggle as she leaned forward to whisper something in his ear.

Whatever she said must’ve been amusing to the man, given his usual stoic facade briefly melted away as he allowed a small smile at her words, his pearly round teeth peeking out for a split-second appearance.

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that these two were lovers.

But there was only one problem with this scene.

That was your husband, Jungkook.

And that woman in his arms was not you.

As if sensing your distress and wanting to soothe your well-founded suspicion, Jungkook pulled away from the woman and ran his gaze across the room- only stopping when he spotted you. Your spouse then gestured at you, the girl following his line of sight and landing on you and your pitiful spot by the snack table. Her joyful expression briefly dropped for a blink-and-you'll-miss-it second, but she quickly plastered on another grin and nodded. The two then strode their way over to you, barely giving you enough time to steel your nerves and muster a polite purse of the lips.

Before you knew it, the woman was right in front of you with your partner at her side instead of yours. Much to your dismay, she was only more attractive up close, and you narrowly held back a grimace as she held out a hand in introduction. You took it and shook it lifelessly.

“Hello, you must be Mrs. Jeon. I’m Sana, Jungkook’s colleague.” Even her voice was pretty, musical and light to the ears.

“H-Hi, nice to meet you but please call me Y/n.” A brief and awkward pause as Sana briefly sized you up and down. “Um, Jungkook has never mentioned you….” you trailed off, side-eyeing your husband in hopes he would intervene and add context to this random goddess he’s thrust upon you.

Jungkook gracefully took his cue and explained, “Sana transferred from another branch out of the city and has only been with us for five months. I’m her case supervisor and have been taking care of her, showing her the ropes and whatnot.”

Sana didn’t even spare you a glance as she fondly looked up at your husband, coyly biting her lip and saying in a much softer tone that could've been just for his ears only, “And he’s been really good at taking care of me.”

You didn’t consider yourself a jealous stay-at-home wife who obsessed over the tiniest details between her husband and other women, but the double meaning behind her badly-whispered comment was enough to make you splutter in disbelief. However before you could even gather up the courage to ask just what the hell ‘taking care of me’ consisted of, two new faces waltzed up and joined the conversation.

“Are you all enjoying this fabulous Christmas party?” A tall, broad-shouldered but nice-looking man asked in a tone of familiar amicability.

You thankfully smiled up at him, having met him many times before.

His name was Jin, and he was the one who got Jungkook this job.

It occurred about five years ago when you first told Jungkook that you were pregnant. Being the romantic but overall good guy that Jungkook was, he insisted that you two get married so that your child could have parents who were at least husband and wife. In addition it would also lessen the judgment in your two families, which at the time was extremely appealing to you. You had agreed to marry on one condition: after running to the courthouse you two would need to move in together in a decent apartment with a room for the nursery. But getting an apartment would mean month-to-month rent, and Jungkook’s tattooing gigs weren’t stable enough to ensure that.

Jin was originally a friend of Jungkook’s older brother, but when he heard through the grapevine about the issue, he bought Jungkook a couple of suits and offered him a job at the corporation he worked at.

Now Jungkook made more than enough money to support your little family, and it was all because Jin took a chance on a college drop-out and his knocked-up girlfriend.

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by the unknown lady beside Jin.

“I’d say a little too much fun if anything. Sana and Jungkook, we get that you're the infamous office couple but maybe tone it down a bit, huh?” She joked while raising her brows at the close proximity between the two.

A long and tortuous silence swept the scene.

Jin glanced at you, pity swimming in his usually carefree eyes.

Not trusting your voice to say anything and desperately wanting to hide your face from the piercing eyes, you distracted yourself by taking calculated sips of watered-down eggnog.

“Daehyun...this is actually Y/n, Jungkook’s wife,” Jin told the lady in an uncomfortable voice.

You didn’t know what stung more, the fact that this stranger thought that there was more chemistry between Sana and your husband than with you, or that it was Jin who corrected this mistake and not Jungkook himself.

“O-Oh, well it’s nice to meet you.” Daehyun awkwardly said to you while avoiding direct eye contact.

You offered a tight smile, “Pleasure.”

Whatever gratitude you could’ve had for Daehyun’s clear embarrassment quickly vanished when the woman went on to continue, “I’m sorry. Jungkook never mentioned being married and he doesn’t wear a ring so I didn’t even know. I bet it must be interesting for his housewife to meet his office wife though, right?”

She laughed, not realizing that she only succeeded in putting a foot in her mouth right before stomping it all over your pesky little heart. The group didn’t seem to share your uneasiness, all three of them politely chuckling along to the lukewarm joke at your expense. Once again, you focused on your dwindling beverage to avoid the burden of speaking or even facing them directly, too scared that your miserable expression would be unanimously inspected.

“Well, we just came over to recruit you all for some karaoke!” Jin cheerfully announced, clearly trying to change the subject, “There’s a machine in the break-out room and it’s more fun to sing with a group.”

“More like you want an audience.” Jungkook wittingly teased, a handsome smirk on his face as Sana playfully scolded him with a push to the chest.

“I’ll take your jabs now Kookie because I know they stem from your insecurity that I can actually upstage you in the vocals department.” Jin rebutted in good nature, even letting your husband’s old nickname slip.

Daehyun and Sana both guffawed at this declaration, exaggerated disbelief present on their faces.

“Jungkook is the best singer in the office. He’ll upstage you without even trying.” Daehyun said in a tenor of utter confidence.

“Only one way to find out!” Jin brushed the comment off, pointing to the direction of the assumed breakout room, “Karaoke anyone?”

The so-called office wife nodded enthusiastically, taking your husband’s arm and looking up at him to plead, “Can we do a duet of that one song we like?”

Jungkook, for the first time in seemingly hours, shot you with a questioning gaze.

Be married to someone for a while and you’ll learn how to decipher what they’re trying to say with just mere looks. Your husband was wordlessly inquiring if you were going to join, if he should go along with the group or if you two should break away and do something else.

The ball was finally in your court.

Not wanting to be rude but needing to get away from these people before you lost your cool, you decided on a subtle excuse.

“I need a refill, but maybe we can meet you all later?” You said, shaking your empty paper cup as if to prove your case.

“Oh, well the drinks are right behind you.” Sana condescendingly pointed out, tightening her hold on your husband and began steering him towards the exit, “We’ll save a seat for you.”

Bewildered, you watched as Jungkook obediently followed her lead with the Daehyun girl trailing behind.

He didn’t even spare you a glance.

You wanted to be angry.

You wanted to storm up to your husband, yank him out of the clutches of his colleagues and practically drag him back home under the premise that he would never speak to Sana ever again.

But instead of a righteous rage fueled by the marital vows you two took, utter exhaustion bestowed upon you and prevented any instigation on your part.

Maybe earlier in your marriage you would’ve fought for his attention, but now you simply just wanted to go home and lick your wounds with the help of a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream while self-obsessing over Sana’s outrageous attractiveness. After all, who could blame any hot-blooded man for choosing that goddess over you? What could you possibly do but lean back and accept that she was the obvious choice?

Other than her being a knockout beauty while you were merely average on your best day, she had other qualities that made her a more appealing catch. She was most likely younger than you, obviously fit, more ambitious and professionally driven than you, and presumably has no kids.

Meanwhile, you were just an old stay-at-home mom who lived off of her husband’s paychecks while he fucked his coworkers behind her oblivious back.

Before you could draw more detailed comparisons between Sana and yourself, you felt a large hand place itself on the middle of your back, successfully guiding your attention to the only person who bothered staying by your side.

Jin smiled sadly at you, sympathy shadowing his expression as he gestured with his other hand to the empty cup still in your hold. “Let’s get you some more eggnog.”

You nodded wordlessly, still speechless from the interaction, and allowed the taller man to guide you towards the snack table. Jin then took your cup and refilled it himself, providing you the opportunity to pick at the catered food in some cheap attempt at stress eating. By the time Jin came back with a full cup, you were halfway done with a sugar cookie and eyeing the meatballs next.

“Here ya go,” Jin said as he handed over the drink to you. You took it and nodded in thanks but kept your eyes glued to the food, not wanting him to see just how defeated and tired your face probably was. But, Jin wasn’t going to let the whole thing go. “Y/n….I know what you saw and heard looks really bad but trust me….nothing is going on between Sana and Jungkook.”

You snorted. “It doesn’t just look bad, Jin. It was like they were practically rubbing it in my face. Him having an affair isn’t the problem, it’s the way they’re not even bothering to keep it down. The least they could do is be discreet.”

Jin’s jaw slightly dropped, “‘Him having an affair isn’t the problem’? Y/n, do you even hear yourself? Of course that would be a problem! Do you not care about your own marriage anymore?”

And there it was.

The big question.

Did you truly even care about this marriage?

Well, let’s look at the facts.

One: The disrespect of his alleged mistress was more offensive to you than the fact that she was a mistress.

Two: Jungkook dragging you along to this office Christmas party was the first time in over a year that he bothered to take you out.

Three: You two had humble beginnings and could barely afford food, much less wedding bands when you first got married, but now he was a very wealthy man and had no excuse for not buying you or himself a ring. Unless, of course, he enjoyed acting single around other women.

Four: And on top of all this, it had to be factored in how distant he has been with overwhelming work hours that prevented any alone time with your husband. Sex with Jungkook has been off the table for almost a year now.

But did any of this really bother you until tonight? The answer was a resounding no. You were willing to take all those burdens in stride but tonight it wasn’t just about the fact that you were the unwanted wife Jungkook got sacked with, it was the fact that you were humiliated and forced to face the type of girl Jungkook should’ve been married to all along. That was all you were truly upset about.

The conclusion that you indeed didn’t care about your marriage and haven’t in some time now hit you in a sudden wave, but in no way were you shocked.

Voice shaky and brittle, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with Jin and say the one thing you always secretly thought but never dared utter out loud. “I-I guess I always expected it to end like this. When we were younger, he was always the popular one and all the girls wanted him. We were only dating for three months when I got pregnant, and if it weren’t for our son he probably would’ve dumped me eventually and left for another girl. But, he stuck around for his kid because he’s a good father. And I’ve been nothing but a burden to him for a while now.”

Tears began to blur your vision, forcing you to quickly duck down and quietly sip at your drink so as to not embarrass yourself even more.

You heard a shuffle and suddenly Jin was holding you, using both of his lengthy arms to cage you in and rest you against his broad chest. It had been a long time since a man had held you like that, and you practically went boneless at the contact. You closed your eyes and tried to will away the incoming tears, even going so far as to solely focus on the scent of Jin’s cologne as he soothingly said, “Y/n, listen closely to what I’m about to say. You and Hugo were never a burden to Jungkook, and you two never will be. Your marriage was sudden, but it doesn’t make it less valid than any other marriage out there. Jungkook has been with you for so long, he just doesn’t realize when other women are interested in him because he’s been off the market forever. But I promise you, if I knew for even a second that he cheated, I would tell you right away.”

You didn’t say anything.

Although Jin’s words were comforting, they weren’t necessarily true. A marriage that started from a healthy courtship and true love instead of inconvenient circumstances was of course more valid than yours. And even though you were sure of Jin’s honesty and loyalty to you, Jungkook could’ve easily kept his affair secret from Jin as well.

However, you didn’t wish to concern Jin anymore. You already put him through too much awkwardness tonight and didn’t want to keep him by your side as some sort of emotional sponsor any longer than you already have. Jin always loved parties and was the life of any one he was invited to, even if it was just a lame annual office gathering. You then felt guilty for putting Jin in a situation where he would even have to console you when he should be out enjoying karaoke with the rest of his coworkers.

You promptly pulled away from Jin and wiped at your face. He released you and also took a step back, carefully studying you for any signs of further turmoil. Once sure that your face was acceptably dry, you gazed back up at him and offered a thankful smile. “Thanks Jin, I’m sorry I just dumped all of that on you. I really have to use the ladies' room though, can you point me to it?”

“It’s right by the conference room,” Jin informed, pointing out the general direction for you. You nodded and took a few steps toward it before he grasped your wrist to stop you and ask, “Do you want me to wait for you?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just find you and Jungkook when I’m out. Go and join the others for karaoke.”

Jin nodded but seemed unsure.

You didn’t look back to see if he actually went to follow the others, instead just advancing to the restrooms, secretly looking forward to some alone time even if it had to come from a public bathroom.

Once you entered the restroom you were relieved to find it completely empty, you weren’t sure if you could handle another run-in with Jungkook’s female colleagues. They all seemed to have a personal vendetta against you.

Instantly, you dashed to the mirror to inspect your makeup, assuming at least the mascara was ruined from your little cry. Thankfully, the damage was minimal and you were able to clean the smudges up with a damp napkin. You focused all your attention on the dreadfully small task, trying not to study your reflection too much given it would just conjure up more mental comparisons to all the other prettier women you encountered that night.

Yet the small task couldn’t last a lifetime, and you had to resort to looking at your phone in search of things to do. You weren’t emotionally ready to go out and search for your husband, so you wanted to prolong your time in the bathroom. Although it hasn’t been that long since you left the house, you decided to text the babysitter for any updates about your son.

To Emily: Hey, is everything okay with Hugo?

It only took about 40 seconds for the teenage neighbor girl to text back an answer, clearly on top of things and overly eager to provide any updates.

Emily: Yes! He ate his dinner, took his bath and we’re about to get ready for bed.

Your motherly instincts were satisfied with that response, but it didn’t do anything to subdue your desire to return back home. Your thumbs briefly hovered over the keypad, somewhat hesitant with the next text you were about to send.

To Emily: Great, thanks again for doing this. Listen, I think we might head back home sooner than we thought. Don’t worry tho, I’ll still give you the pay for the full four hours.

Before you could wait for a response from her, the sound of multiple incoming footsteps interrupted the steady silence in the restroom. Muffled female conversation could also be heard, the slight laughter and bickering amongst a group of women approaching the bathroom. Your fight or flight instinct was triggered, and to avoid any more awkward encounters you rushed to the nearest stall and shut the door- fully prepared to wait out the faceless group of female colleagues.

You heard the restroom door swish open before the women burst in, chatting and giggling with their heels clicking against the tile floor. One of the unknown females made way to the stall beside you, the others presumably hovering by the mirror if the sudden comments about their appearances were anything to go by. You quietly sighed and pulled out your phone again, ready to drown out their office politics talk.

Only for the conversation to somehow steer towards you.

“Did you see her?”

“Of course, I was very confused, to be honest.” One of them replied. “I mean….look at Jungkook and you just assume that whoever he’s with is drop-dead gorgeous, and she was just eh.”

“Yeah, she was pretty plain. What was her name again?”

“Y/n.” A third voice cut in, this one eerily familiar to you.

You glued a hand over your mouth to silence your gasp.

It was Sana.

“Did he ever mention her around you? You are the closest to him in the office Sana, and we didn’t even know he had a wife until tonight.”

“No, I didn’t know until tonight either.”

“What?! That’s insane. Literally all the time he spends with you: getting coffee, buying you lunch, driving you home after late nights, and he conveniently never mentions that he has a wife at home?”

“That’s suspicious. But I guess if I had a dog like that at home, I’d never mention her either.”

Cruel laughter from all of them.

The toilet from the stall next to you flushed, then opened as a new voice entered the discussion while she approached the sinks.

“It’s more than suspicious. He doesn’t even wear a wedding ring. And he’s so close to Sana but never mentioned that he’s married?” A pause as she washed her hands. “It’s obvious what he’s trying to do. Jungkook is trying to have an affair with Sana.”

Although this exchange was extremely hurtful to you, you felt somewhat relieved that you weren’t the only one to see what your husband was doing.

A pause hung in the air as none of the women spoke for a minute, they were willing to gossip but apparently outright declaring the obvious was a step too far for them.

Eventually, one of them chimed in with their own observation.

“Can you blame him? Sana you’re the most beautiful person in the office and you look so good next to him anyway. Much better than that cow Y/n.”

Another round of obnoxious laughter that broke your heart.

“C’mon guys. We gotta head back. Jungkook is gonna get anxious if Sana is away for too long.” Someone teased.

They all murmured in agreement, heading towards the exit as a group before one stopped them with a final question.

“Wait, Sana. If Jungkook does want to have an affair with you, what are you going to do?”

Although you couldn’t physically see Sana, you practically heard the smirk on her face as she said, “Who says we already aren’t having one?”

Needless to say, you ditched the Christmas party almost immediately after the bathroom incident.

You texted Jungkook a white lie about Emily struggling with Hugo, although a good father would’ve known something was up because your son had never given babysitters any trouble before. But luckily, your husband also wasn’t doing so hot in the dad department either.

You would’ve felt bad for not telling the truth if the truth wasn’t so fucking embarrassing.

“Hey, I’m gonna go home to cry like a little girl because I caught your coworkers talking shit about me. Oh, and also your little girlfriend accidentally let it slip that you’ve been fucking her this whole time. K talk to ya later!”

You grimaced at the thought of actually sending that text.

Sure it’s what that cheating bastard deserves, but you just weren’t emotionally ready for that fight yet. Especially after the night you endured, you needed some time to pick yourself up and figure out what to do next.

Divorce was the next logical step, but you were financially dependent on Jungkook. If you moved out and took Hugo with you, where would you two stay? How could you afford to be a single parent? And if Jungkook were to try to fight you for custody or the divorce in general, you would need a damn good lawyer. Unfortunately, lawyers weren’t cheap, especially one that stood a chance against Jungkook and all his wealth.

Your shoulders sagged with the imaginary weight of all these burdens.

When you entered the high-rise penthouse that you called home, you were surprised to see Emily anxiously pacing the foyer in waiting for your arrival.

“Hey, how was Hugo?” You greeted politely, already opening your clutch to pull out the agreed-upon salary.

“M-Mrs. Jeon, I swear I tried to have him in bed by eight like you said but he’s being stubborn and said he won’t go to sleep until you come back and read to him-” The teenager rushed out all at once, clearly nervous that you would scold her.

You held a hand out to stop her rambles, using your other hand to give her the money, and offered her what you hoped was a comforting smile, “It’s okay, Em. Thanks for doing this on such short notice. Why don’t you run home now and try to enjoy your Christmas Eve?”

Emily looked relieved that you weren’t mad, gratefully taking the cash before grabbing her jacket and shoes to make her exit. “Thanks so much for this Mrs. Jeon. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas.” You farewelled while walking the young girl out, locking the door behind her.

You turned around and proceeded down a long hallway that led to the bedrooms, stopping at the door beside the master room which belonged to your four-year-old son. You opened it to peer inside, the familiar deep blue walls with painted-on sea creatures greeting you back, swiftly reminding you once more of Hugo’s obsession with the ocean.

Your son was bundled up in a twin bed so big that it practically drowned him, his small frame barely being recognizable in the large fish-printed duvet wrapped around his tiny frame, only his small and adorable face peeking out to stare right back at you.

Hugo was essentially a carbon copy of Jungkook. At first you were somewhat resentful about this, how was it possible that you carried a baby for nine months and he came out with absolutely none of your features? But after a while of watching Hugo grow up and come into his own slowly but surely, you were pacified by the conclusion that while he may look exactly like his father, his personality and heart took after you.

“Dumpling, why did Emily say you were giving her a hard time and wouldn’t go to bed?” You asked gently, sitting by his side and petting his black hair.

‘Dumpling’ was a nickname you chose for Hugo since you first found out you were pregnant with him. It stemmed from your sudden pregnancy craving to eat dumplings and nothing else, you once even going two straight weeks surviving off the food. There were many times where Jungkook had to bribe you into eating other things, playing on your guilt for not providing your baby all the nutrition he needed. But even now ‘Dumpling’ still stuck, if Hugo’s chubby cheeks were anything to go by.

“Mommy, I-I’m sorry but-” His big doe eyes looked up at you in teary guilt, “I really needed you here. It was a nece-necess-”

“Necessity, bub.” You finished for him, grinning at his attempt at a big word.

Part of you wanted to scold the boy for being difficult, but you didn’t have the heart to. Lately, Hugo has been more clingy to you than ever before. Yet it was practically impossible to punish him because Hugo has always been a good kid and you knew deep down that he didn’t act out unless there was something else going on. You suspected that it had something to do with the lack of his father’s presence that forced him to hold onto you like his life depended on it.

“Well try not to do it again, okay? Emily is a nice girl and she’s just following my orders when she tells you to go to bed.” You said, ducking down to peck the crown of his head and continue running your fingers through his hair.

Hugo nodded in understanding but ultimately stayed silent, basking in your cuddles.

All was silent for a passing moment, and while Hugo enjoyed his mother’s touch, your mind gradually returned to the turmoil that was your marriage.

A sudden epiphany struck you and bit your lip as you debated an idea.

Should you expose your son to your future plan?

The victim of any divorce has always been the children who were left behind. And the last thing you wanted to do was blindside Hugo. Perhaps you should play the hypothetical game just to see where your son’s head was at? It went without saying that Hugo was closer to you than Jungkook and you were more of a parent than your husband. But still, every kid deserved to have a say in their parents’ divorce.

“Bub, how would you feel if….it was just me and you?” You hesitantly inquired.

“What do you mean mommy?” Hugo titled his head in bewilderment and craned his neck to look back up at you.

“What if me and you went away to live together?” You clarified.

“Like a va-vayca-”

“Vacation? And no. But forever. Just me, you and no one else.” You whispered, as if Jungkook himself would storm in and catch you planning your escape with the toddler.

“Oh.” A pause as you could practically hear the mechanisms in his four-year-old brain trying to work out the logistics of what you just proposed. “Okay.”

The nonchalance in his youthful voice had you taken aback.

“It’s a really big decision, Hugo. You wouldn’t mind...not living with daddy anymore, right? You would hardly ever see him, dumpling.”

The boy shifted to lean more of his body against you, essentially resting against you with his head on your chest as he said, “But it’s like that already, mommy.”

Your heart broke.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you, feeling a maternal instinct to comfort and protect.

“Okay Dumpling. I need you to promise me not to tell daddy what we talked about.”

“”Kay.” Hugo yawned and closed his eyes, inhaling deep breaths of your scent and beginning the process of falling asleep. “When do we leave?”

“It’ll take some time, bub. You start school in a few months, so mommy will try to find a job while you’re there.” You told him, not bothering to try to explain the concept of a lawyer or apartment deposits on top of that. “But we can do this. It has to be a secret but you're my partner in crime.”

“Like spies?”

You chuckled, “Yeah, like spies. Promise to work with mommy in utter secrecy?”

You held up a pinky, one that Hugo grasped with his own.

“Promise.”

Author’s Note: So....A while ago before I took my long ass hiatus, I did a poll for which yandere story I should write next. The Unsaid Vow won but that was around the same time that shit hit the fan in my life. Recently was scrolling through my notes on my phone and found some of the plot points for this story and I needed a lil break from QQ. Plus I know so many ppl were hyped for this concept so....Here ya go lol. This is kinda short but it’s just a set up, Chapter one’s plot line will start a few months after this when Hugo will start kindergarten and Y/n will actually start looking in to jobs, lawyers and apartments. Also I’m sorry but I’m really bad at writing for kids lol, and I absolutely refuse to write that gross ass baby talk so just pretend your son is a lil genius okay? Also srry Once but I needed really pretty girls to be villians in my story so yeah, Twice girls in here aren’t likable but aren’t reflective of how i actually feel about them lol.

Big thanks to @sushireads once again for creating the cover art for this fic. They literally are becoming my go-to for fic art.

And my beta readers @bigbuffjoonie and @mustardpop! They beta’d for QQ and I came to them really early about this fic. They were with me since the beginning and have given me advice with creative choices to just simple grammar. They easily could’ve leaked the first draft of this too but they didn’t and kept it secret for a while. I was really insecure about getting out of my comfort zone with this plot but they really guided me.

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flying-elliska · 3 years

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tidbits from the webinar with Leigh Bardugo :

- With her writing, she wants to show there isn’t one kind of strong female character, that there are lots of different ways to be badass, among men as well. You don’t have to be super tough or a brooding dickhead. She wants to show fantasy doesn’t have to belong to one type of hero (white able bodied straight guy). She mentioned jk*r and seeing the heartbreak among her readers and thought she never wanted to be a part of causing that. Ppl talk about diversity as an artificial construct but it’s just...how the world is, and it’s how you tell a better story. When they announced they were casting a half-Asian Alina ppl were like ‘why don’t you want her to look Russian’ and she was like ??? “have you ever looked at Russia on a map ?”. And borders are porous, there isn’t a firm line/wall in reality, and in the world of the series, in the border town near Shu Han Alina comes from, people are doing business with each other, falling in love across the border...it’s just what naturally happens.

- The Crows in this first season of Shadow and Bone are not the same as when we meet them in Six of Crows, they’re not quite as badass yet. We are getting some of the backstory that is in the books but not all of it, they wanted to keep some for next season (hopefully)

- You cannot write about thugs and thieves without being aware of the social/economic/political dynamics that created them

- When writing a book, she often starts in one place and ends in another, with Six of Crows she started wanting to do a fun blockbuster-y fantasy heist romp and then Kaz Brekker was ‘riding his brother’s corpse to freedom’ lmao

- Advice for writers : research can be dangerous, it’s easy to get lost and stay away from the draft. for shadow and bone she gave herself two months to really get lost in research, look into folklore, old cookbooks, to really get into the vivid details.

- Writing short stories is a really good way to better your writing

- To get somewhere you have to be bad at things. The bad days when you’re in a process are a good sign, because you are trying to do something bigger than you’ve ever done before. She had to learn to sit with the discomfort of not being good when she started writing.

- Writing process : beat sheet with main elements > zero draft, in which there is still discovery left about the characters. Everybody’s process is different, the key is to finding yr own. The process of writing a novel is so long, you have to be in love and stay in love with that idea, remind yourself what made you excited about it in the first place, and wait for the moment where you fall back in love with it. If you get haunted by another idea that won’t go away you can wonder what appeals to you about it and you can put it in your current project.

- The greatest gift you can give yourself is to finish a draft. When you’re stuck, go for a walk and talk to yourself (you can put in earphones to not look crazy lmao). Or shift POV. As a writer a critical voice is often what blocks you. You need to remind yourself that the first draft is going to be bad and you have to let it be, you’re telling the story to yourself, it’s fine to have placeholders and go back.

- When you’re a young writer the important thing is that you keep being in love with writing, there is no expiration date on your talent. When you’re in prep school mode, you’re told your value is in being young and brilliant, at some point you’re not the youngest one in the room anymore, you’re no longer the wunderkind, but that’s not where your value is. You still have a story to tell.

- She says she is a mix of Kaz (because she uses a cane, she’s a planner and she keeps a grudge for a long time) and Nina, or at least Nina is who she would like to be, the best part of her.

- She likes writing about women who get their revenge.

- Ketterdam treats people as commodities and expendable, it’s the protestant work ethic taken to extremes, and so ppl like Kaz and Inej are going to have the experiences they had. She didn’t want to do misery tourism, it was very important to approach these with caution and do a lot of research. She found it important to donate to organizations linked to things she has written about, so like against trafficking when she was writing Inej’s backstory. Writing those backstories were some of the most harrowing stuff she ever wrote as a writer. The scene with Kaz and Inej and the bandages was probably the hardest scene she’s ever written, she wanted to be respectful of what those two characters had been through, she’s written a lot of versions of that scene. It’s fun to talk about ships but she doesn’t want trauma to be ‘healed by love’, it wouldn’t feel respectful, the journey towards healing is a slow one, you backslide, etc.

- She struggled a lot writing Crooked Kingdom, she was kind of in a burnout, and wondered afterwards if it even was good. Importance of the drive to get better so you don’t stay static.

- She loooves a slow burn and had to put the brakes on the show writers several times lol when it came to kissing and such.

- Her fave episode of the show is episode 7

- She likes giving the names of her friends to characters bc they supported her so much during the writing process

- The first books are generally the easiest to write because you can throw your ideas at the wall and see what sticks, you can kind of do what you want, and after that in following books you have a lot more threads to pick up.

- Pet peeve : people talking about how this character didn’t “deserve” this : in her experience the people who deserve to go don’t and often the loving kind ones are those who lose, she’s experienced a lot of loss in her life, and she’s not going to write a book about war and danger without being honest about how these things go, it would feel disingenuous. She’s not going to stop killing people (lol).

- One fan talked about how she felt really helped by Nina being a curvy girl who is presented as charming and confident and very lovable. Leigh talks about how she’s been a lot of different sizes, she heard there was a famous author saying disparaging things about her weight and disability behind her back, she was like that’s not even original, and actually fuck being ashamed of that, she wants the culture to change and wants to participate in that. She wants it to be known that she is a very successful, adored fat woman with a partner who helps her up stairs, she also wants fans to know that they’re so much more than their appearance. (that moment was so badass, it reminded me of Kaz giving advice to Wylan about his disability)

- Our culture is garbage and you’re at war everyday with the people who want to make you feel bad about yourself so you buy things. Find people who make you feel strong and amazing, who don’t just tolerate you but who think you’re the best.

Anyway this was a really cool moment honestly, it made me even more of a fan.

#leigh bardugo #six of crows #grishaverse #shadow and bone #writing advice

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airenyah · 2 years

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"I will kiss you" (threatening) - A Meta on Ayan's Flirting

I feel like in BL there's sometimes these characters who'll immediately make flirty comments to their love interest from the start (often even before the characters have really connected) just because it’s a BL and needs romance and flirting by force of genre.

And that usually tends to annoy me bc it often just feels so forced, but this time I absolutely LOVED Ayan’s flirty behaviour towards Akk all throughout episode 1. Because unlike most BL characters, Ayan isn’t being flirty for the sake of being flirty. Neither is he trying to make Akk fall in love with him. No, on the contrary: all his flirty behavior is a strategy with the aim of getting rid of Akk.

Hold on, I’m gonna elaborate. (And buckle up, because this is going to be long.)

So, the series immediately establishes the two opposing characters:

Akk – the rule keeper

Ayan – the rule breaker

We immediately know there is going to be a conflict of interests between them and that the story will take us to them resolving this issue.

Part 1: Teachers’ Bathroom scene

I want to start with the scene in the teachers’ bathroom. Yes, I know Ayan doesn’t actually make a flirty comment in that scene but I think it’s still an interesting scene to take a look at as it’s their very first interaction and introduces us to their dynamic in this episode. And what is their dynamic? Well, Ayan is just minding his own business and it’s Akk who keeps bugging him, threatening him, attacking him, never leaving him alone. Which leaves Ayan in a position where he has to defend himself.

We immediately get introduced to this pattern in the scene in the teachers’ bathtroom. Although really we have to go all the way back to the car accident. As it’s only been one episode, we as viewers don’t yet know what Ayan was really doing and whether he had a hand in the accident or not, but for now we can assume he was minding his own business and definitely wasn’t bothering Akk personally. It’s Akk who spots him and immediately has it out for Ayan, running after him, following him all the way to the toilets and snapping at Ayan for breaking a school rule first thing as soon as he’s caught up to him.

This is “attack” no. 1, initiated by Akk. However, Ayan remains completely unimpressed and sasses back. So Akk “attacks” again: “Why aren’t you wearing your school uniform?”

Ayan is still not having any of this “you gotta follow the rules” shit, so he firmly informs Akk that he has no interest in doing so. With that, the conversation is over for Ayan and he pushes Akk aside to exit the bathroom.

However, Akk isn’t yet done with the conversation, so he starts round 3 of “attacks”, trying to establish his authority as a school prefect.

So once again Ayan is forced to defend himself against Akk who just won't leave him alone. He does so by getting sassy again and bringing up the car accident from earlier.

Three times Akk was bothering Ayan, three times Ayan needed to find a way to make Akk lay off him. This is a pattern, that will follow us throughout the episode.

Part 2: “Catch me if you can”

Now here is where the flirting starts.

Turns out that Ayan will be in the same class as Akk and Akk immediately requests that Ayan shares a desk with him. Thanks to the incident in the teachers’ bathroom Ayan is very well aware that Akk’s offer didn’t come out of the goodness of his heart, but Ayan accepts the seat nevertheless. And Akk doesn’t plan on hiding his intentions anyway. In fact, he very explicitly threatens Ayan: “Whatever you’re here for, I’ll be watching you. Keep that in mind.”

This absolutely is an attack on Ayan’s boundaries of personal space, and now Ayan’s had enough. You wanna get all up in my personal space? Fine, two can play at that game.

I love how you can just see the moment he takes the decision to play when that tiny smile that forms on his face.

And what does he do?

He puts his hand on Akk’s thigh, turning Akk's threat into a challenge: “Catch me if you can.”

And it works. Akk is quick to push Ayan’s hand off, looking kinda uncomfortable. Ayan smiles smugly. He's won. And now he’s got a weapon against Akk.

Part 3: “You punch me once. I kiss you once.”

The scene starts out with Ayan about to enter the school. He’s standing there, minding his own business, lost in thought when–

Akk strikes again. Still bugging Ayan about the school uniforms. Ayan, rather annoyed, retaliates by questioning Akk’s world views. This pisses Akk off and he aggressively grabs Ayan’s collar.

It’s the first incident of physical violence between them and it’s initiated by Akk. Even Ayan calls him out on it: “Is the rule keeper breaking the rule by using violence against me now?”

And seeing as Ayan definitely didn’t like having violence used against him, he launches into a counterattack. However, he doesn't punch back, he doesn't use violence in return. No. Ayan has just figured out a weapon and he’s going to use it: “You punch me once. I kiss you once.”

Weaponized flirting. We love to see it.

Anyway, he makes some kissy faces at Akk to really drive home his point, trying to get Akk to let go of his hoodie. And while Akk isn’t pushing Ayan away, it still works insofar that Akk completely freezes. He goes into error 404 mode and finally shuts up.

Then the school announcement calling all the prefects cuts through, which pulls Akk out of error mode and makes him look away towards the school. He still hasn’t let go of Ayan, though, and when Akk turns back, Ayan is still leaning closer, challenging him. Now that Akk is able to move again, he finally pushes Ayan away. He finally lets go of Ayan's collar, resulting in a satisfied smile on Ayan’s face.

Ayan has the upper hand. Akk can’t quite accept defeat just yet and threatens violence again: “If I didn’t get called, you’d get hurt.” But as usual, Ayan is not impressed and only taunts him: “What a shame. You just missed a kiss from me.”

This exchange keeps going for a bit, with Akk threatening violence while Ayan keeps behaving aggressively flirty:

Akk: “What a jackass! You’ll have to deal with me one day.” Ayan: “Bring it on. Right here. Right now.” Akk: “Shut up. Don’t you think I wouldn’t hit you.”

With that last sentence Akk gets physical again, pulling Ayan’s hood with force, still not leaving Ayan alone.

So Ayan doubles down. He plays it cool, stands his ground and gets even more into Akk's space than before: this time, he’s the one grabbing Akk by his collar, pulling him closer as he goes “I just love people who are cocky.”, blowing another kiss at Akk for good measure.

This time Akk doesn’t freeze but pushes Ayan away immediately and walks off.

Ayan has won. And to rub salt into the wound, Ayan calls after Akk again to make one last kissy face at him.

You can tell it’s a strategy, because Ayan completely drops his flirty demeanor as soon as Akk is out of sight and goes straight back to business, back to where he was before Akk had interrupted him.

Part 4: Ayan writing into his notebook

I was actually gonna skip this because not much is happening here. But in the end I did quickly want to point out that here we have once again the pattern of Ayan minding his own business (writing into his notebook) and Akk interrupting him (showing up with his friends, bugging Ayan about not being in class). Ayan defends himself with a sassy comment. Lucky for Ayan, Akk and his friends leave shortly after that as they get distracted with prefect duties. Ayan doesn’t get flirty with Akk in this scene, since Akk doesn’t bother him long enough for Ayan to be forced to bring out the flirty weapons in order to get rid of Akk.

Part 5: notice board scene

This scene is actually kinda funny, bc Ayan’s flirt-to-get-rid-of-Akk strategy works, but entirely on accident.

Anyway, let’s start from the beginning. Ayan is minding his own business as usual, looking at the flyers on the notice board when Akk (who followed Ayan after class) disturbs his peace again, this time by getting physical right away, grabbing Ayan’s shoulder and turning him around while asking “What do you think you’re doing?”

Ayan is startled and you can see how for a moment he tries to figure out what to do.

In the end he decides to stay friendly, telling Akk somewhat of a truth: “Just looking at these leaflets. They’re interesting.” But in the end Ayan can’t help himself but irritate Akk just a little bit after all. “The World Remembers gang is so cool. The next Hyde Park is going to be so much fun.”

This irritates Akk indeed, who snaps at Ayan: “Don’t you even think about joining them.”

Ayan retaliates by implying feelings. “Are you worried about me? Are you afraid i’d be cursed like them?”

This starts an argument between the two of them. Akk voices his suspicions of Ayan, Ayan questions Akk's views on rules, Akk isn’t having it and deflects with “Who sent you to mess with this school?”

And this is where it gets funny. Because this comment makes Ayan roll his eyes and then he’s ready to get into some more arguing… except he suddenly notices Akk’s tilted pin and gets distracted. He’s like hold on, I really gotta fix that before we can continue our argument, but what he doesn’t expect is that this first moment of genuine connection, this first display of care overwhelms Akk. Akk quickly leaves the scene. You can tell that Ayan didn’t mean to fix the pin in an attempt to get rid of Akk from the way he watches Akk walk away with a confused face all like Huh?? Weren’t we in the middle of a fight just now?? Aren’t we going to argue some more??

Compare this with how smug he's looked so far whenever he was flirting on purpose.

Part 6: Foreign Language Department Scene

Ayan is off doing his own thing again, looking around the foreign language department and actually acting kinda shady for a change. Akk finds him in the hallway and calls out to him: “What are you doing? What are you doing here?”

For once, Akk isn’t just a minor annoyance in Ayan’s life but rather in that moment Akk’s appearance is very inconvenient for Ayan. He needs Akk gone asap, so instead of arguing or making up an excuse Ayan immediately launches into a flirt-attack, so that Akk will leave quickly as he’s done all these times before. “You’ve been following me everywhere. Are you into me, prefect?”

Spoiler alert: this time this strategy won’t work.

See, the thing is that Akk actually kinda is into Ayan now, whether Akk is aware of it or not. He’s been obsessing over Ayan all episode, constantly searching for him, researching him, thinking of him, getting close to him. And then the pin. Something happened to Akk when Ayan tried to fix the tilted pin, and it affected Akk so much, to the point where he couldn’t focus on his homework while the uniform with the pin was still in sight.

Plus, by now Akk has also gotten used to Ayan’s flirty comments. They don’t hit him out of nowhere anymore.

So when Ayan asks if Akk is into him, he does take a moment, still unsure how to deal with it, but he doesn’t look very surprised or shocked.

He swallows, and then decides he won’t be backing off. In fact, he even takes a little step closer to Ayan when he says “I’m not a friend you can play with.”

Ayan still needs Akk gone, though, so he tries again: “Do you think of me as more than a friend, then?”

And Akk falls back into his old habit of threatening violence again. And it’s actually pretty funny because he tells Ayan “If you don’t shut that foul mouth, it will get punched by me.” knowing full well Ayan said he would kiss Akk if Akk were to punch him. And Akk's saying this in the context of something LGBT having already happened to him during the pin-fixing moment, too. (Wanting and asking for a kiss much @Akk? lol)

So we get this bit of fun dialogue where they’re partly bickering and arguing, partly trying to win superiority over the other (Ayan needs superiority so that Akk will leave, Akk needs superiority so Ayan will comply to the rules and respect his status as a school prefect) and partly genuinely flirting while also slowly moving closer and closer into each other’s physical space as both of them refuse to back down.

Ayan: “Do you think of me as more than a friend then?” Akk: “If you don’t shut that foul mouth, it will get punched by me. You’re small but talk so big.” Ayan: “I’m small and what? What can a big guy like you do to me?” Akk: “I can do more than you think.” Ayan: “Do you even know what I’m thinking?”

It’s only when someone walks past that Akk pushes Ayan away. However, Akk doesn’t leave, not this time. He stays right there in order to continue arguing and to continue bugging Ayan: “What are you doing in a teacher’s room this hour?”

I know I just said something about them “genuinely flirting” while the entire point of this post has been all about how Ayan’s flirting is a strategy to get rid of Akk. Let me tell you, there’s no contradiction here, though. I said what I said. While their little exchange from above might have ended with an air of genuine flirting, the reason why Ayan started flirting in the first place was definitely to make Akk leave. And how do we know? By what comes after.

Because during that little exchange from just now Ayan learns that the flirting is no longer working. Akk isn’t backing down, he’s not running away this time. So as soon as their bickering is interrupted and Akk starts the entire argument anew by asking Ayan what he’s doing there, Ayan drops the act and changes his strategy. From then on Ayan doesn’t make a single flirty comment to Akk for the rest of the scene and tries different things instead.

First he tries a believable excuse, claiming that he's seeking advice from an English teacher. This strategy doesn't work either, because Akk calls bullshit on this claim and doesn't believe him. They bicker, then Ayan brings up the flower pot and the school curse to rile Akk up. Ayan also insults the school, which pisses Akk off and he falls back onto physical violence again, aggressively grabbing Ayan’s collar, pulling him closer and snapping at him.

Akk continues to ask “Seriously, what did the school members ever do to you? What did we do to you? Why are you ruining our reputation?”

And now Ayan is angry. Instead of trying to make Akk leave, Ayan now shoves off Akk’s hand and walks away himself.

In conclusion:

All throughout Ep. 1 Ayan was flirting with Akk with the purpose of pushing Akk away. And I cannot WAIT to see him go from

“I will kiss you” (threatening)

#the eclipse #akkayan #ayanakk #ayan x akk #akk x ayan #te ep1 #te meta #temetamine #akkayan meta #my meta #the past 3 days i was working on this instead of studying italian rip me who has an important italian exam in october #anyway i hope the sentences aren't too long and confusing #that's the native german speaker coming through whoops #i swear i tried my best #and i wanted this up yesterday already actually but thing is i'm also currently on holiday #anyway this is mostly just for myself anyway to sort out my thoughts #and also for p who wanted to read them #anyway interesting thing that i've noticed:#akk tends to try and solve things with violence (he's always the one grabbing ayan and pulling ayan and threatening ayan with violence)#and when ayan is defending himself he never goas for a rough or violent approach #(physical violence that is)#he mostly just talks back a lot and well. flirts. lmao #anyway i think that's a topic for a post on its own

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so you’re into gregstophe now and looking for good fics: a rec list by me, local gregstophe brainrot bastard

As might be obvious, I adore Gregstophe and I really want to get more of the SP fandom into them. But if you’ve already read my big fic Just Business (or even if you haven’t) you might be wondering: which Gregstophe fics should I read if I want to really get into this pairing? They may not be the rarest pair in South Park shipping, but finding good fics wherein they are the main pairing can be hard. Well, I’ve reread all of my old favorites from ff dot net recently and I’ve spent a lot of time going through the ao3 tag to now present you with…

THE Gregstophe fic rec list of all time (according to me)

A quick note: for a fic to be on this list, it means it is 1) completed, 2) in English, 3) Gregstophe-centric (i.e. they’re the main pairing), and 4) particularly impactful. There’s a bunch of incompletes I could recommend (such as Just Try to Remember and Moonheart13′s various AU fics), a bunch not in English so I can’t read them, quite a few that merely feature Gregstophe (Lex Talionis comes to mind), and many fics that I do truly like but can’t quite bring myself to seriously recommend because they’re too short or too tropey or too much porn not enough plot. Also, only fics on ao3 or ffn were considered and I didn’t include any OT3 fics (such as gregstophlovski ones). With these qualifications out of the way, let’s get onto the list!

Petroica traversi/effingbirds: so this isn’t an actual fic so much as an author but I consider her Gregstophe content to ALL be top tier. Both of her long form Gregstophe-centric pieces (The Fight and The Well and the Lighthouse) are wonderfully told. My favorites from her one-shots are Ocean of Noise and Ready to Start. Her characterizations of the two boys are some of my favorites, really emphasizing their complicated devotion to one another.

A Stupid High School Tradition Called Prom: This is such a classic fic to me. I read it years ago on ffn but it’s since been ported over to ao3. I personally find Christophe’s written accent to be a bit much (coming from someone who does enjoy writing and reading his accent) but I encourage you to give it shot even if you don’t like that. If you want fluffy Gregstophe (which is rare!), this is the perfect fic. It centers around Christophe being a dick (affectionately) and Gregory being frustrated with him (also affectionately) all while they play at being normal teens for once in their goddamn lives.

Bereaved of Light: If you’re into Gregstophe simply for that good good Angst that comes with being mercenaries, THIS is the fic for you. There isn’t a happy ending but sometimes you’re looking to get emotionally destroyed and that’s alright! Maybe you WANT to simply read about men being full of regret and love while dying. Valid. Read this fic.

Three Years of Gregstophe: Ok this is technically 3 different one-shots but they’re all very good! I really like the headcanon of Gregory going into the government but still doing mercenary business on the down-low via Christophe. That’s kind of the main link between each chapter, as well as Gregory being VERY oblivious about Christophe’s feelings towards him. And his own feelings towards Christophe in the final one shot.

97 Safety First: Gregory playing nurse/doctor to Christophe after missions is a very classic and vital Gregstophe trope. I think this fic handles it very well, along with having some wonderfully done dialogue. Snappy dialogue between Gregory and Christophe is my favorite and very in character for the two of them. Gregory is so insistent about caring and Christophe is so insistent that he isn’t worth caring about… one of my favorite topics to explore in their dynamic.

2am: Following along similar lines of “Gregory cares for Christophe after a mission”, we’ve got this fic! I may be a little biased bc Saturnpanther and I have talked at length about Gregory and Christophe and our characterizations of them are pretty similar. As such, I really love all of her fics but this one is just so classically them it had to be on here. It’s really all about the subtleties, hard to break habits, hesitancy… all that good angst.

Delayed: Yes, this is yet another “Gregory waits up for Christophe” one-shot... what can I say? It’s a classic!! That’s all!! Gregory being a nervous wreck about Christophe’s well being but trying so hard to stay calm and professional will always get to me. Plus, this particular fic has Kyle and Kenny mentioned! That’s another thing you may find a lot of within the Gregstophe fandom, stories with Kyle being a tech whiz and sometimes Kenny too being explosion fodder. The Kyle is more common, as is the ship Gregstophlovski, though that’s not in this fic. Mostly just a fun factoid.

Roses Ought to Covet Honesty: If you’re a sucker for Gregory “i did cotillion as a child” of Yardale and Christophe “fuck god, eat the rich” DeLorne, you’ll like this piece. It’s mostly Christophe being grumpy about being placed in high society while Gregory is very comfy with it… but also Christophe loves Gregory so he puts up with it. I personally really enjoy that characterization of them and I think this little one shot does a good job exploring their dynamic. Also it’s from Christophe’s perspective, which is surprisingly rare within Gregstophe fics.

Crooked: Speaking of the rarity of Christophe POV fics… there’s this fic! Very short but I think it does a great job capturing Christophe’s self loathing and doubt. His Catholic upbringing paired with his seemingly very religious mother makes his character ripe for ✨Catholic Guilt Angst✨. With how perfect Gregory likes to conduct himself, they make for quite the contrast. And Christophe really needs the pillar that is Gregory’s love to convince himself he’s worthy sometimes.

catching up: There’s a lot of Gregstophe fics out there about them having some sort of falling out, or one of them simply disappearing for years, only to suddenly come back into one another’s lives. This particular fic is one of the fluffier version of this trope and I think it’s very sweet. It doesn’t get super into their relationship, but it still does a good job with how short it is.

leave america, two kids follow her, i don’t want to talk about who’s doing it first: By the same author as the previous fic, this one has just slightly more angst but ends on a very sweet note! If you’re curious for a short peek into Gregstophe but in college, this is great for that. Even when trying to live normal lives, they face some struggles. This fic also has a really nice interaction between Christophe and Kyle as friends, which is always a super fun bonus in my opinion.

Puppy Love: I feel like there’s not enough exploration of Gregory and Christophe’s childhood friendship. They can know one another beyond mercenary/revolutionary work! This fic does a great job touching on that. It’s sort of a series of scenes of them growing up together and the slow development of a crush. Also, a heavy emphasis on Gregory being a revolutionary and Christophe just being along for the ride that is Gregory.

Gregstophe Week Entries.: Another series of one-shots rather than a whole story, but they’re all very good! Maybe I’m a sucker for happy endings and nice things, but I really like Day 4 and Day 7 the best. However, all of these are really just kind of a study into their relationship in different aspects, which is why I like them. It also makes me want to maybe do another Gregstophe week... 👀

Adrenaline: This fic is VERY short but still packs quite a punch. If you’re a fan of the more cold/calculating sort of Gregory, or possessive Gregory, I think you’ll like this one. I wish the author expanded a little more on the few things hinted at, but that last line of Christophe showing his true feelings and emotions, just a little bit, really does it for me.

When Tomorrow Comes: Gregory waiting on a hurt Christophe is very common, but this fic turns it on its head with Gregory being the one hurt! I’m a bit sorry to reveal that, because while it’s not quite a twist, it’s still not totally obvious that Gregory is hurt in the beginning. I think this fic in particular does a good job with balancing Christophe’s devotion, frustration, projecting of internal doubts, and soft side.

Cigarette Daydreams: By the same author as the previous fic, this one does a really wonderful job capturing their dynamic. There’s a lot of trauma they both need to unpack (mostly Gregory’s in this case), but there’s also a lot of love and tender fluffy moments. Plus, it’s always good to see someone who understands that Christophe is witty and a jokester.

Bath Time: A fic a little on the NSFW side, but containing the very classic trope of “My God, Christophe is filthy and must be forced to bathe” (with a hint of “Gregory is wealthy and bossy”). While there can definitely be a lot of tenderness in Gregory making Christophe take a bath (such as in 2am), there can also be fights! And sometimes fights are very fun, especially when it comes to these two. Christophe’s accent in this is a bit much but sometimes that’s just how things are.

The Rush: If you’re looking for the perfect mix of smut and story in one little fic, I wholeheartedly recommend this! The ticking clock incorporated in the first half provides a great sense of tension. It’s also one of the fics where Christophe and Gregory’s mercenary sides really shine and feel realistic. Even if you’re not into smut, you can just read up until the point where things get NSFW and still get an incredible short story!

Smoke: I think I really like this one because it reminds me of a somber version of my favorite Clybe one-shot. There’s just really something to be said about two characters coming together and having complicated emotions about a dead mother. Plus I love that Gregory is able to see through Christophe’s emotional walls.

Good Dog: Ok, I know I said that I’d only include finished works on this list but... there’s so few finished long form Gregstophe fics out there?? It’s kind of sad, actually. I pronounce this one finished enough, in the sense that the last chapter has them (basically) getting together. It’s also a darker fic, with Gregory being more on the controlling sadistic side and Christophe being rather emotionally broken. However, I think it’s got wonderful prose, good exploration of character, and a good bit of intrigue. You may be sad that the plot of the job itself doesn’t wrap up, but let’s be honest— it’s never actually about the job when it comes to these two.

#if there's any not on this list that you think should be please DM me!!#there's definitely decent ones i didnt include simply bc theyre not my taste tho so keep that in mind #south park #sp #gregstophe #sp gregstophe #gregory of yardale #christophe delorne #ze mole #south park fanfiction #sp fanfiction #sp gregory #sp christophe #sp ze mole #sp the mole

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