#as a bisexual french person this is so true

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Seat Number Four

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Word Count: 4,500+

Synopsis: You are stuck on an eight hour flight between two gentlemen you have never met before. Unaware of their prior history and dislike for one another, you attempt to relax and watch a new series your friend recommended. The series was a little more raunchy than you had anticipated, and you become a little uncomfortable in your seat between the two attractive men. Doflamingo reassures you your need is nothing to be ashamed of, and he would be more than willing to help you out if you allowed him to teach the younger blonde how to best please you.

Warnings: Doflamingo x cisfem!reader x Sanji, gendered terms used, Vinsmoke name used, modern au, NSFW, smut, MDNI, 18+, threesome, public sex, fingering, finger sucking, penetration, oral, (dub con masturbation by a guest appearance), Spanish Doflamingo, French Sanji, not very much plot, praise (reader receiving), degradation (Sanji receiving), bisexuality hinted (subtle Sanji x Doffy), Dom Doffy, Sub Sanji, switch reader, voyeurism.

Notes: based on this post by @/shamblespirate (I don't know if they'd like to read this or not, so I thought I'd spare them the debauchery) and the encouragement of @physics-of-one-piece. Sitting between Doffy and Sanji, two unhinged blondes on an 8 hour flight? What could go wrong?

Stumbling through the boarding gates and checking your luggage at the last minute should've been the sign that this eight hour flight was not going to go the way you expected.

This simple trip you needed to take for work was booked at the worst time. The only warning you received from your boss was a quick email stating the fact that you needed to pack your bags to attend a week long conference. No further context, no meetings, no chance for rebuttal, and simply no time.

What made matters worse is the fact that you were meant to be situated on the window seat of the last row of the plane. Closest to the bathroom, furthest from the food, and caged by the bodies of two complete strangers.

However, these strangers seemed to know each other, both sitting in pregnant silence as steam seemed to rise from the younger blonde’s ears in simmering rage. That same younger blonde, who seemed to take your absence from the final call for boarding as your consent, to sit in your assigned seat.

Not one to cause a fuss, you stored your carry on above the taller, tanned blonde in the aisle. His glasses did very little to conceal the heavy eye contact he made with your breasts as you had no choice but to bury him in the chasms of your chest as you stuffed your bag above him.

The first few hours of your early afternoon flight was filled with tension. While the taller man seemed to antagonize the younger blonde in Spanish, the younger would curse at him in French beneath his breath.

Blocking them both out with your headphones, you opened your traveling laptop as soon as the signs indicated it was safe to do so, and listened to music while finishing off your final projects for your boss. Each time you made to adjust your arms more comfortably, you would inadvertently brush your body against either of the two men. Uttering your apologies beneath your breath each time, you were not made privy to the conversation that was being made regarding your persons.

“She looks rather pent up, rubio. Do you think she'd appreciate my fingers stuffing her pretty cunt full-?” the snickers of Doflamingo were cut short by the younger blonde.

“-That is no way to treat a lady!” the hushed tone flew through the air like a kick to the chin, only seeming to draw up the older blonde’s smile wider. Looming over your shoulder as you commenced the beginning of a series, Doflamingo looked through the base of his glasses at you before looking over the rim at Sanji.

“You were the one to take her seat, mi pequeño. How’s that for treating a lady?” Sanji glared at him, offering no retort for the theft of your seat. It's true, he stole it from you the moment he noticed the close proximity to the Don of Quixote. Being an heir to the Vinsmoke dukedom had them both in similar social circles, and each time they met, Doflamingo would tease and torment him regarding his obsession with serving women.

Treating women with respect was a foreign concept for the other heirs, and Doflamingo seemed to enjoy tormenting him about it. In actuality, he admired that in him. Doflamingo loved his mother, and he often thought of her fondly. Sanji made those soirees entertaining and bearable, and Doflamingo wanted to return the favor.

“I think this lady would allow us both to treat her, if you catch my meaning,” Doflamingo chuckled, prompting Sanji to snap his head over at him. Before the younger could speak, Doflamingo halted him with an observation, “The series she seems to be watching has had a fair amount of love scenes and nudity. I don't think she was anticipating that in this series. Just look at her, sitting there all flustered.”

Slowly shifting his eyes over your form in a manner to not startle you, he noticed how flustered your face was. Eyes wide, heat radiating from your face, and slinking your body down into the seat, surely enough, you were fully fixed on the series. Although the screen was darkened, Sanji could clearly make out the shapes of two men and a woman indulging in intimacy on the screen.

Your breathing seemed to both slow and quicken with the elevation of your heartbeat, prompting Sanji’s eyes to darken on your blissfully ignorant form. Doflamingo's grin widened as he gained Sanji’s attention back onto him.

“Once the rest of the aircraft vessel falls asleep, I would love to teach you how to really treat a lady, Vinsmoke,” Doflamingo intentionally brushed his chest against your shoulder as he learnt closer to Sanji, “If she's willing, of course.” Hastily darting his eyes down to you and back up to Doflamingo, Sanji reluctantly gave his nod of understanding.

“Only if she's willing. I don't want to make her uncomfortable,” he uttered strictly. Noticing the soft shudder in your form as Doflamingo held himself against you, Sanji felt this wave of protection swirl in the pit of his stomach. As soon as he made to make a move to rally to your defense, you made yourself comfortable in the shroud of Doflamingo’s embrace.

“I think she'll be more than willing,” Doflamingo eyes you dangerously before reaching down to unplug your headphones from your ear. Snapping your head over to him, he hushed you with his voice dripping in smarmy sweetness.

“Easy now, mi querida,” he smiled genuinely, “The dining cart will be by shortly. Just making sure you didn't miss out on a choice.”

“Oh!” You smiled at him reaching down to the bags you stored beneath the seat for your wallet. “Thank you, mister…?”

“Doflamingo,” he gave you a polite nod of his head while closing his eyes at you. Gesturing with his chin, he drew your attention to the younger blonde, “The Frenchy is Sanji.” You turn your smile to the younger one, noticing his fluster seemed to grow and litter his cheeks in a soft blush.

“We couldn't help but notice the series you were watching,” Doflamingo continued, his fingers hooked beneath your chin and turning you to face his much taller body, “And I thought you should know, we're both very interested in seeing how it plays out. Care to remove the headphones from the port so we can hear too?”

“Oh, uh-...” a wave of bashfulness overcomes you at the knowledge that they were both witnessing a particularly graphic depiction of love making over your shoulder, “...a friend recommended the series. I didn't know what to expect, and they absolutely didn't warn me about the content.” Both Doflamingo and Sanji chuckled at you in their own ways, enjoying your company and getting a better read on your character.

“I don't think either of us mind a bit of graphic content in with our plot, do we pequeño,” Doflamingo asked Sanji, his smile quirking up at the corner, “You could use a few pointers on how to please a woman anyhow.”

“Speak for yourself, le vieillard,” Sanji retorted at him in a hastened quip, “I know how to please a woman just fine.” You shook your head and chuckled at the way they balanced one another. As the dining cart approached, Doflamingo placed his order and offered to pay for both yours and Sanji’s in synchrony. Both of you expressed your gratitude, enjoying being treated by the older man.

As the night wore on, your meals lay firstly improved by the younger blonde before consumed. You learnt they were both in high social circles, the younger had aspirations of becoming a chef as depicted in his satchel of spices. The older gentleman was from a reputable family that sold their fortune off to investors without his consent. He had to claw his way back up to the top, leading to an empire he molded for himself.

While they truly should've been in first or business class, both of them seemed to find entertainment in regular seating. You were grateful for their attention and company, and enjoyed being doted and treated by two blonde men who were eager to please in their own ways.

Once under the cover of nightfall, the meal trays left collected and napkins discarded, and the raunchy series had finished, you all spoke in hushed tones and gossiped about the characters. Talks of: “She deserved to find happiness,” or, “The way they filmed that was exceptional. Tasteful nudity with a hint of wanting. Simply beautiful,” and “She could've had both men if she played her cards right.”

Doflamingo’s larger form swooped ever closer, the shroud of his pink, feathered cloak caging your body in your seat as he leant in closer. Asking permission with his eyes, you nodded your head as you felt him press his lips against yours. Tongues darting out, Doflamingo reached forward and grasped at Sanji, tugging his wrists and placing them on your thighs first. Guiding Sanji's chin up to your neck, you felt the younger man latch and lick at your pulse as Doflamingo stole your breath from your lungs with his kiss.

Tilting your chin with his hand, Doflamingo made a trail with his digits down your neck and through the hem of your shirt to grip at your breast. Noseying through the material of your bra, he began softly rolling and lightly pinching your nipples beneath the cups. Consuming your soft gasps needily, he guided one of Sanji's hands to reach beneath your shirt to cup at your other breast.

Hands, lips, tongues and teeth overwhelmed you. Everything was too little and too much all at once. You felt your arousal soak through your panties as both men toyed at your thighs and hemline to your stomach. Simply no longer caring about professionalism and giving into their touch, you allowed them to push aside the material and undo your pants.

Breaking away from the kiss, Doflamingo’s hands brushed over your mound and down to toy at your glistening folds. A gasp was strangled in your throat as you attempted to stifle it. The heavy snores and breathing from the seats in front and beside you indicated you didn't disturb anyone of their slumber, but you didn't want to take the risk of being too loud.

Lowering himself down into your ear Doflamingo purred at you, “I am going to teach Sanji how to please you. I am going to have you cum on my fingers a few times before I let him try.” You gulped back a mouthful of nervous saliva as Sanji shot his attention between you both, “Is that okay with you, mi amor?” You couldn't pull your eyes away from the older man, nodding almost dumbly as if hypnotized by the promise of the pleasure to cum. Chuckling, Doflamingo presses a kiss to your jaw before licking a stripe up to your ear possessively.

“If you can't help yourself from moaning, I'll have Sanji stuff your mouth full of his fingers for you to suck on. Do you want them straight away, or do you want to wait?” He offered you Sanji’s hand raised to your lips, pressing the pads of his digits at your lips just as he sank his own further down to tease at your arousal. Whimpering, you immediately took Sanji’s fingertips in your mouth and swirled your tongue around them.

Sanji gasped, his own moans choking in his throat as he became caught up in the moment. Doflamingo shoots him a warning look, growling out a low order at him.

“And if you can't help but moan at the feeling,” Doflamingo gestured with his chin to your breasts, “Make your mouth useful and flick that silver tongue over her nipples. Let her feel that frenulum piercing you think your daddy hasn't noticed.” Sanji’s eyes went wide, the tension once again rising between them.

“I am not calling you daddy, le vieillard,” Sanji barked in a harsh whisper, prompting Doflamingo to chuckle as he began toying with the border and hood of your clit with his middle and unity fingers.

“I was referring to your biological father, niño. However,” he leans over your shoulder and scrunched his nose at the younger man playfully, “If the mood arises, I prefer ‘Papi’.” Tugging your body flush against his chest, hidden by the shroud of his cloak and broad shoulders, Doflamingo snaked his hand around your waist after drawing up the armrest between the seats.

Sanji pushed up your shirt, physically unable to contain the moan that flew from his lips the moment he noticed the ripple of your breasts bouncing free beneath the fabric. Immediately surging forward, Sanji latched onto your left nipple, swirling and mouthing at your puckered nipple and romancing it with his kisses. Doflamingo chuckled as you offered the same enthusiasm mirrored back to him.

Without further warning, Doflamingo prodded and pressed at your entrance with his fingers, curling and grinding them against your glistening arousal and collecting your slick over his fingers. Stifling your pretty mewls on Sanji’s fingers, Doflamingo curled his digits in you, using the pad of his thumb to roll against your clit as he began beckoning his hooked fingers slowly. Stimulating your clit and your g-spot with his hand, he leaned down to be in earshot of both you and Sanji.

“Look at you both. Both my sweet little ones are doing so well,” Doflamingo purred lightly, “Is mi reina sucking your fingers good, mi príncipe? Is she using her tongue like a good little reina, hm?” You bit back your moan, opening your mouth and demonstrating to Doflamingo how your tongue swirls and grinds against Sanji’s fingers. Sanji couldn't help himself, Stradling your thighs as you were tucked in Doflamingo's lap. Slowly rolling his hips against you, you felt how hard the young blonde was as he bucked his clothed cock into your thigh.

Chuckling, Doflamingo doubled down on his efforts to make you squirm. Holding you flush against his chest, he continued coaxing out soft mewls muffled by Sanji’s fingers in your mouth.

“Stop your petulant rocking, Vinsmoke,” Doflamingo whispered his soft tease down at the younger blonde, “This was about pleasing her. You think she wants your precum soaking her pretty thighs through your pants? How's that pleasing her?” Sanji gasped, the cool intake of air causing your body to tremble at the harsh cold. Switching to the other breast, Sanji whimpers against you as he attempts his hardest to not rock his steely cock on your legs. His eyes dart down to where Doflamingo’s larger hands pry open your walls and scissor his fingers in your pussy with expert precision. Doflamingo leans down and nudges Sanji’s fingers away with his forehead before swallowing your moans with his lips covering your own.

Hastening the pace of his fingers and thumb, perfectly coaxing and beckoning your orgasm from you, your body explodes in the quickened lightning of your ecstacy. It felt almost out of the blue, unprompted but not at all unwelcome. The scream from your throat was captured and muffled by Doflamingo’s lips as he chuckled into your mouth. Unintentionally bucking your hips up into his hand, Sanji whimpered as your thigh brushed with his cock. The vibration of his moan shot through your nipple and down to pool more of your glistening arousal over Doflamingo’s palm.

“My, my. That was a big one, mi amor. Is there another? Another one for me?” he uttered against your lips, prompting you to shake your head hastily to not have him stimulate you further. He clicked his tongue in a curt ‘tsk,’ before removing his hand from your pussy. Your walls contracted in the final pulses of your bliss in a bid to keep his digits within you as he pulled out.

“Aw, but she wants more,” Doflamingo purred at you, referring to your cunt twitching and throbbing after coming down from your orgasm. Sanji couldn't help himself, he hastily pushed Doflamingo’s face away from yours with his chin before meeting his lips with your own. He greedily dominated your lips, his desperation coming out in soft pants and barely audible whispers.

“Please. Please, I need you. Please?” Sanji attempted to relay, not entirely certain as to what he was asking. All he knew is that he wanted it, and the ‘it’ in question was ‘you’. Peeling back the button of his pants, the rosy tip of his pretty flushed cock immediately sprung forth. You had never seen such a beautiful cock before: all shiny and throbbing with need, the pearls of precum coating the small slit over the blunt tip. The slender shaft had several veins prompting the swell in desire, your own immediately rising just by his need alone.

He did not set out a plan in motion to fuck you in front of Doflamingo, but he was too far gone to not clothe his cock in the heat of your cunt after witnessing how truly beautiful you looked while keening in bliss. Doflamingo moved to chastise the younger boy, only halting as he witnessed you push your pants over your hips and down to your knees. Rolling onto your stomach to face your enshrouded breasts to Doflamingo, you arched your back and whispered to Sanji.

“Let me sit in your lap like this, sweety?” you moved your ass to sit with your back facing Sanji’s chest. His cock found its home between your legs, the tip brushing with your clit as he rocked into your firmly shut thighs. Each soft drag of his cock prompted him to sign out little gasps of pleasure. Doflamingo arched his brow as he witnessed you huff on Sanji’s lap as a wave of fresh desire swelled within you. Displeasure and unamusement grew over his face the longer you paid attention to the younger blonde.

Turning back your attention to Doflamingo, you motioned with your arms for him to come closer to you. Doing as you asked you reached up and gripped the open collar of his shirt and tug him into you. Lips finding his once more, your tongue sought out his own to perform against it in a sultry dance. Grinding the muscle over his own, you lifted your hips and lined up your slit with Sanji's knob. Just as you were sinking yourself down onto him, you halted your motion and tore your lips away from Doflamingo's.

“Can I suck your cock?” you asked the larger man, “It'll keep me quiet, I promise. Please? I want to please you too. Let me, Mister Doflamingo?” Doflamingo could barely contain the shudder that ran through his spine. With the soft quiver of his jaw, he gulped emphatically before popping open the front of his leather pants.

“And how is that going to keep the one you're sitting on quiet? Or me, for that matter?” he asked you with his brow quirked up. You aided him in releasing his cock from the confines of his pants by fishing it out with your hands. Taking the velvety shaft into your hands, your eyes bulged as you witnessed the sheer size of him. He was a lot larger than you in both height, and the girth of his cock. You were ever grateful that you opted to fuck the younger man as opposed to the giant in front of you.

Circling your hand at the base and peeling back his foreskin, you whispered up at him, “You're smart, I'm sure you'll think of something.”

Doflamingo physically gasped the moment he felt your breath hover over his cock, briefly meeting his eyes over Sanji as you sank your pussy and your mouth over both of them in unison. Sanji’s gaze was focussed on your ass as it rippled in gentle rocks down onto his shaft, while Doflamingo focussed his eyes on Sanji while trying not to give away how truly unraveled he was becoming by your lips.

Pressing soft, kitten licks over his blushing tip, you cleaned away Doflamingo’s first dews of pearlescent precum before swirling your tongue over the sensitive surface. Doflamingo choked on a soft gasp, snapping out of his hypnosis to clap his hand over Sanji's lips as he bottomed out into your gummy walls. The younger blonde couldn't help but moan, the larger hand stifling the majority of it to silence him with a frown.

“Listen, Vinsmoke. I know she feels-... f-fuck…” Doflamingo started, halting as he felt you take more of him into your lips. “...Fuck, mi amor, you take me so well,” he whispered his praise down at you before turning back his attention to Sanji, “You need to keep quiet. Need I remind you, Trafalgar and Eustass are sleeping in front of you? You want to wake them up by whining like a stag in rutt?”

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Sanji snapped his eyes over at Doflamingo, glaring up at him through his lengthy blonde eyelashes. Instead of biting back or insulting the larger blonde, Sanji couldn't help but roll his eyes in his skull as you began to bob on his cock. Simply unable to control his moans, Doflamingo shook his head at Sanji before huffing out in agitation while plunging his middle and index fingers into the younger blonde's mouth.

An accusatory glare first flew from Sanji to Doflamingo before Sanji used the older man’s fingers as a gag to muffle his whimpers into it. Gently bobbing your ass up and down over Sanji’s lap, the Frenchman's hands grabbed needily at your hips and ass as he bucked up to match your quickened pace. With fistfuls of your ass clutched into his greedy hands, Sanji bounced you with eager and desperate thrusts as he began to chase his high with you on his lap.

Doflamingo arched his brow high at the young Vinsmoke boy, noticing how well he was licking and sucking around his fingers before his attention immediately snapped down to you. Circling your hand at the base of his cock, your fingers expertly began to massage his heavy balls while gently bobbing and sucking his large cock. Flattening your tongue over his frenulum, your saliva pooled from your lips and began to drip down onto his shaft and the chasm between his balls. Using the added lubrication, you kneaded and fisted at the length you couldn't take in your mouth, while drawing up your lips over his cock.

Meeting your eyes with Doflamingo's, you smiled at him while removing your mouth from his cock and using your tongue to rake over him. Doflamingo’s breath shuddered, his nipples hardening beneath the open shirt as he shielded as much of himself as he could from the slumbering Nico Robin and the flight attendants.

“Oh, fuck. Look at you making me blush. Just like that, senorita,” he reached down with his unoccupied hand and cradled and caressed your cheek. Guiding your lips back down to cover his tip and swallow his cock, he began slowly rocking his hips up to meet your pace.

Sanji's thrusts were getting erratic, his rapidly approaching orgasm bound it's way tightly in his stomach. He could barely take the amount of pleasure coursing through his veins. The added suspense of getting caught had his nerves shot and heart skittish, but the sound of your drooling cunt taking his cock so well drowned out any hindrances. He snapped his eyes open, looking panicked at Doflamingo as he felt his balls suck into his stomach, the pucker of his ass warning him that he was nearly past the point of pulling out.

Doflamingo arched his brow at the young man, slowly leaning down to you and whispering, “I think Sanji wants to cum, pretty thing. Can he cum in that beautiful pussy of yours?” Making eye contact with Doflamingo, you nodded while speeding up your bobbing and sucking over the larger man’s throbbing hardness. Giving you a soft wink, Doflamingo sighed out to Sanji.

“If you need to cum, cum, pequeño. But you make sure she does too, you hear me?” Doflamingo pressed his fingers down on Sanji’s tongue to serve as a soft punishment and warning, Sanji gagging over his fingers while chasing his high faster. Nodding, Sanji reached one of his hands down to find your clit and began teasing it with his middle finger. With the added hooking motion of Sanji’s beckoning fingers, you felt yourself whimper on Doflamingo’s cock as he zeroed in on your pleasure.

Gripping the back of your neck, Doflamingo began rocking himself more firmly into your mouth and feeling his own approach tease at the corner of his mind. Soft gasps fell from his lips when he felt you focus more on his cock rather than Sanji's, the blonde behind you using his hands to both lift you and tease at your clit while he fucked you on his lap.

A strangled groan muffled itself onto Doflamingo's hands while Sanji's ecstacy spurted from his cock in pretty ribbons of translucent white. Painting your insides the pearlescent color of his bliss, Sanji bit on Doflamingo’s hand to stifle more of his keening moans. Doflamingo hissed at the pain before his jaw fell slack, eyes rolling back and whispering curses in Spanish under his breath. Without warning, his cum spilled itself in hot waves over your tongue and down your throat. Swallowing through hollowed cheeks, you took his entire release down your throat, which caused Doflamingo to double down in softly singing to your praises.

At the arrival of both of the blonde men’s cum, your walls contracted and milked Sanji's cock of the final waves of his bliss. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave made to capsize a ship, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you buried your throat beneath the girth of Doflamingo’s cock to stifle your cries of pleasure. Doflamingo rode your face through overstimulation, grinding his fingers in and out of Sanji’s mouth while Sanji’s eyes weeped through the intensity of his ecstasy.

“G-Good, mi amor. So good, look at you. F-Fuck, just like that, senorita,” Doflamingo praised you beneath his breath. “F-Fuck, you're such a pretty fuck. So beautiful, baby.” You continued to ride through the waves of your orgasm as Sanji spat Doflamingo's fingers from his mouth to double over and slump over onto your back.

Tilting his head to the side and gazing from the corner of his eyes at the seat in front of him, a shift in movement caught his immediate attention. The rise and fall of an arm over their front, a soft bitten back moan clenched and stifled by the clamp of their teeth, the redheaded Eustass Kid couldn't help but spill his own orgasm into a pre-opened tissue in hot spurts at the knowledge of what was happening behind him.

Only glimpsing over for a moment, and seeing Doflamingo's hand dip beneath the waistband of your pants, was all Captain Kid needed to see before his own hand began to fish out his cock in front of the sleeping Trafalgar Law. Setting up a mirror to witness the situation behind him was easy enough, and rocking his hips to the rhythm you set fucking Sanji was enough to have his eyes darken and jaw shudder. Leaning forward after Kid scrunched up the paper, Doflamingo tapped at his shoulder to bring his attention around.

“Got any spare tissue paper, red head?” Eustass Kid froze in his seat, “I don't particularly want to wake the attendants, and it's the least you could do for enjoying the show.”

[h-ayata]

Violet's full introduction post!

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𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐥

• In 2019 I created Violet for rp group on Wattpad. I didn't think that her concept would survive a week let alone a few years. She was a personification of Bora-Bora – a beautiful, little island, a part of French Polynesia. I absolutely fell in love with Tahitian culture and researched every detail of it. Every war, every event, every political thing, language, music, food and list go on and on. But when we ( me and my gf) decided to part ways with Hetalia and personifications I simply couldn't leave all of this behind. So when I created her human version I stuffed her life with "Easter eggs", kept few of her old habits, favorite things etc. She's still very much this exotic island in her heart. It's stuck with her and it's stuck with me. 🌺 but now I honestly think of her as of my magnum opus. Every single one of my ocs are special to me, but she was with me the longest and I tortured her the most.

Human au! ♥︎

The action in this one takes place specifically in Paris so the main plot is concentrated within this city border. Francis and Violet lived as neighbors in one block of flats for some time now. They weren't friends by any means, acquaintances at best but they just exchanged 'hello' most of the times. Everything changed when Viola found a mold growing in her apartament and she had to move out for some time for professional staff to handle the fungi situation. But our girl didn't have anywhere to go.

This is where our blonde doll comes into action as he learns about her struggle during a casual chitchat. He suggests her moving in with him for the month or so, as long as she needs to handle this issue. And that's how these two became roommates and started learning more about their interesting lives

𝗕𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗰 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:🫧

Name&surname: Violet Louise Ansel

Age: 25yo

Height: 171 cm/5'8 f

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthday: 29/07/1998

Zodiac sign: Leo

Mbti: ENFJ-A

"Awh, come on, rock your body!"

Violet is a yound lady, raised in the countryside. Yet, she always dreamed of having a prosperous career in a big city - and this wish came true.

At the age of 18 girl moved to her own flat in Paris, gifted from her grandparents. The career of her choice was landscape architecture, and turned out to be a perfect match for someone who hates dullness and is full of energy, just like her. Such job made use of Violet's passion for gardening which begun when she was very little, growing, surrounded by rural flora.

The woman is ambitious by nature and won't give up on he. goals easily, blonde will claw her way through if needed. Even a big amount of work did not stop Violet from taking part in all kinds of social gatherings with her friends. Dance floor is her second home, and numerous drinks only encourage her to continue having fun, which seems to never end. After all, you can't overwork yourself - everyone needs a break once in a while.

But it is not events that occupy the first place in the blonde's heart- her special love for deep waters and the stars comes first. Despite her love for living in a big, lively city, she appreciates her childhood filled up with quiet, where she could observe the surfaces of lakes and seas. That's why the french lady eagerly studies marine life, trying to expand her knowledge on this topic as much as possible. However, she can escape with her thoughts not only to the depths of the seas but also to the sky, looking for constellations. She really tries to find time to care for herself, but overall- she's overworked and most of the evenings not so sober.

In terms of relationships' side of Violet's life, the romantism is deeply rooted in her personality. She's a big tease, but flirts and little loving gestures are basically her daily routine, not to mention her passion for spoiling her signifiant other with gifts of all kind, from small and handemade to more costy ones. Despite all that she never loses her feisty personality - blonde shows no problem with stating her opinions and confidently standing for them. Even if it means quarreling with her beloved. This woman just cant stand losing - that is both her greatest asset and biggest flaw.

𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆/𝘂𝗽-𝘁𝗼-𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲🫧

Violet was raised in a small village two hours away from Paris. Blonde has a little sister- Brigitte, a 16 year old girlie who's much more of a loner than her older sister. Her parents have their businesses, and her grandma was a singer in the 60's. She was ripped between two different lifestyles: her grandparents- rich, classy and elegant while her parents were wild, free-spirited and more laid back. She was a wild child.

In Paris she started making new friends in collage, dated a few people who left her bruised and hurt, but she wasn't a saint either. She can be a heartbreaker and a seducer, but claimed she meant no harm. Every one of her exes left something in her, she changed under their influences.

At the beginning of the story, she broke up with her girlfriend Marie. Violet got cheated on, it hurt more than she thought cause she believed that girl was her endgame. Two weeks after that she discovered that in her apartment is growing mold. Thankfully her neighbor saved her and let this girlfailure stay under his roof. It was very beneficial because the woman was still a few steps away from her original home- so she could borrow clothes, work supplies and everything.

She and her ragdoll cat moved in with Francis and slept on his couch. It was very awkward at first. Violet wasn't herself- not so cheerful and flirty. She stared to become a little depressed, drink too much, work late just to occupy her mind. And the job of an architect is hard, so she overworked herself for weeks. She wasn't looking for any relationship. Francis stared to become her friend and that was all she needed. He cared about her and she started to feel better. But who knows, maybe there is something to it?

𝗔 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀🫧

—She has a cat. A ragdoll cat named Grzyb. He is a male cat, with beautiful, fluffy white and brown fur and blue eyes. He is also a very lazy, grumpy and "not give a fuck" creature. She loves him deeply but claims she hates him. But Grzyb is the most spoiled cat I've ever seen.

—When you look at her you could see that she has money. You can see her in white furs, suits, classy dresses, designer clothes and lots of jewelry. But also in sweats and plain tops. But does she really have that much money? Well

—Her favorite cuisines are French, Italian and Japanese. (On Bora Bora that's how ppl are describing their dishes)

—She loves fishes, sharks and marine life in general. Has a famous IKEA shark in her room. But she also looks up at the sky and does research on the cosmos and stars.

—Violet loves music, she dances and sings. Not professionaly but her grandma Vivien teached her as a kid. That's why she adores Jazz music and has a gramophone in her apartment with her grandma's vinyl records.

—Girl is OBSESSED with flowers and plants in general. Trip to the store= new pot on he shelf. Her apartment is filled with them and soon Francis's home was the same. He enjoyed it. Probably. Maybe. But her favorite flower is a hibiscus.

—She's sensitive about her age and appearance. Violet just wants to be young and beautiful forever.

—Her favorite pets are bunnies.

—She really adores calling Francis a "doll". She thinks he looks like one. I mean come on, blonde, pale with those eyes. Pretty, delicate face and body. Speaks for itself.

—Her favorite part of the day is the shower time. Or a bath, she tends to fall asleep in the bathtub when she's too tired. But she also loves to workout at home or at the gym. She says it's the best way to get the frustration out of her body.

—She loves color purple, green, red and orange. Funny enough- orange is her favorite fruit.

—She's too confident sometimes but that's on her ego. She will say the most unhinged things just to be right and win.

Also that's how her wardrobe looks like! Inspo ofc

If anyone survived and even read that I'm so grateful!! ♥︎♥︎ I hope you enjoy my content! I have a few more characters in this au so I will be posting them as well ^-^

I'm open for questions and stuff!

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi, I don't know if you take requests for updates of already existing lists, but I wondered if you'd have any new recommendations of fics dealing with John's internalised homophobia? I particularly enjoy agirlsname's work. Thanks !

Hey Nonny!

I'm ALWAYS taking requests for lists!! Thank you for this one, it's been sitting for awhile awaiting a prompt!!

Cheers!

INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA Pt. 2

See also:

John’s Internalized Homophobia

Homophobia / Sexuality / Pride (Updated Aug 2023)

A Better Fate Than Wisdom by flawedamythyst (G, 1,339 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, John’s Sexuality Crisis, Pining Sherlock, Happy Ending, Fluff) – Nearly four hours pass between their first kiss and their second.

London Gods by a_different_equation (E, 11,092 w., 5 Ch. || American Gods Fusion || Magical Realism, Sex Magic, True Love, PTSD John, First Kiss/Time, Marathon Sex, Sensuality, Genie Sherlock, Human John, Internalized Homophobia, Star-Crossed Lovers, Soul Mates) – Sherlock Holmes is a jinn who does not grant wishes. However, when Dr. John H. Watson, recently returned from the war in Afghanistan, gets into his cab by "accident", it might not even need magic to grant both men their deepest wish: love.

A Gossamer Dream by CarmillaCarmine (E, 15,985 w., 4 Ch. || Writer/Teacher AU || First Meetings, Friends to Lovers, Writer John / Teacher Sherlock, Fluff, London, Holding Hands, Online Friendship / Romance, Phone Sex, Anal Sex, Happy Ending, Alternating POV, Scottish John, Online Relationship, Internalized Homophobia, Hand Holding, Forehead Touching, First Kiss/Time, Texting/Sexting, Rimming, Toplock, Sherlock Speaks French) – Sherlock had never realised one could care so much about someone they'd never met in person. Now he is about to meet the friend with whom he's been chatting online for months and his anticipation is reaching a crescendo. 

Rupert Street by WritingOutLoud (M, 27,262 w., 9 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting || Case Fic, Sexuality, Demisexual Sherlock, Drugging, Smart John, Sherlock Has Internalized Biphobia, Fluff, Angst with Happy Ending, Gay Bar, Flirting, John Manipulates Sherlock to Eat, John Deduces, Arguments, Kidnapping/Torture, Hospitalization, John Whump) – Discharged from the war with nothing but the clothes on his back and a realisation of his bisexuality, John Watson has to learn who he’s become. He can’t afford London on an army pension, but the city is the only friend he has. In an effort to understand his newfound queer identity, he heads to a bar one night, where he stumbles across a mysterious stranger who turns his life upside down. ‘I dug around inside myself, and I'm not quite sure what I found, but it was beautiful and terrifying all at the same time.’

Domestic Matters by ohlooktheresabee (M, 29,404 w., 6 Ch. || Fantasy AU || First Meetings, Developing Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, BAMF Sherlock, BAMF John, Idiots in Love, Misunderstandings, Supernatural Elements, Implied / Referenced Child Abuse, Elf Sherlock, Human/Elf Politics, Emotional Abuse, Possessive Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, Buddy Greg) – All flatmates need to work out domestic matters between them - who does the dishes, who takes out the rubbish, how often does the carpet need to be vacuumed - these are part and parcel of sharing a living space together. However, when you’re an elf and your flatmate is going to be a human you just met, this rather complicates things…Very loosely inspired by 'The Elves and The Shoemaker' by The Brothers Grimm.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

A Goose Quill Dipped in Venom by Polyphony (M, 52,748 w., 16 Ch. || Celebrity John AU || Alternate First Meeting, TV Host John, Supermodel Mary, Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Case Fic, First Kiss/Time, Meddling Mycroft, Drug Abuse, Doctor John, PDA, Deductions, POV Sherlock, Toplock, Sexual Tension, Angry/Rough Sex, Hopeful Ending, Asperger’s Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, is called in to a very ordinary although brutal murder. Something is badly out of tune with the whole scenario and Sherlock finds himself becoming more and more obsessed with the crime - and also with the victim.

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

Swallow the Night by ArwaMachine (E, 87,873 w., 15 Ch. || TSo3/Stag Night Fix It, TAB/S4 Divergence, Toplock, Mutual Pining, PWP, Drunk / Public Sex, Anal Fingering/Sex, Alcohol-Induced Amnesia, Everyone Knows Except Them, Emotional Love Confession, Demisexual Sherlock, Internalized Homophobia [John], Parentlock with Rosie, First Kiss, Drug Relapse, Infidelity, Texting, Masturbation, Oblivious John, Emotional Love Making, Angst with Happy Ending, Dreams and Nightmares) – “Do you know how long,” John panted, his cheek scraping against the wall, looking back at Sherlock through half-closed eyes, “I’ve wanted this?” Sherlock pressed himself against John’s back, biting at John’s ear. “Not nearly as long as I have,” he whispered.

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”  

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

My bad friend! I did not do it correctly the first time lol.

DCU or PJO/HOO please!

Physical appearance/pronouns and sexuality- I’m a she/ her bisexual, I’m very feminine and I love the color pink and pretty dresses. I dress very girlie but I rock the athletic clothes for dance, which I’ve been doing for twelve years.

Personality- I’m a huge extrovert, I love talking to people, and I work at a museum! I love school and I want to study foresnsic in college. I can be a little closed off emotionally to people I don’t like, and I tend to gravitate towards those I feel like share my experiences with society shunning them. I value honestly and kindness above anything else.

hobbies/interests- I’m a true crime girlie! I want to study forensics in college, my favorite subject right now is psych, and I am an over analyst when it comes to human behavior. I’ve been dancing for forever, and I’m always moving (that might be my adhd though) I love art and literature. My favorite book is perks of being a wallflower or pride and prejudice. I speak English and Spanish and a little French, but I’m always open to learning more languages. I love baking and if wasn’t going to study forensics I would go to pastry school.

i think I did it right this time? lol maybe not, it’s been a long week, I hate exam season.

Your Fandom Ship(s): Piper McLean (PJO) and Jason Todd (aka Red Hood, DCU)

Explanation: staring off with appearances I think she loves the way you look- your hyperfeminine looks of dresses and pink and she personally isn’t girly but thinks it’s a totally cute (fucking hot) look on you. She also loves your athletic outfits and thinks it’s amazing. You’ve been doing dance for 12 years and really admires your swift motions and graceful skill. Honestly, you guys would get along so well she’s also extroverted and she thinks it’s amazing that you work at the museum and frequently visits and ask you a lot about exhibits and things like that. I think she finds it fascinating and honestly, you guys would just be such a cute couple together. You guys would be so uplifting and your personalities are pretty similar so I think that she would really enjoy hanging out with you as a romantic partner. She also loves true crime and watches, frequent documentaries or movies with you or whatever you were interested in and thanks forensics is really cool so if you ever did study it, she would be all about that and would just like love doing experiments with you and things like that.  she thinks the fact that you were always moving is cute and kind of quirky. She doesn’t know any languages besides English and a little bit of her Cherokee tribe language that her father taught her so I’m sure she would love it if you would teach her Spanish or French and hot as hell whenever you talk to her those languages because she romanticizes people like she wrote she’s a very much romanticize person. I mean she’s a child Aphrodite and she romanticizes things a lot so if you ever talk to her in languages like that she would find just so so attractive. She would love baking things with her, although you definitely need to stop her from trying to eat the dough because she’s the type of person that would try to eat the dough before it’s ready and things like that.🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Explanation: he would be insanely attracted to your feminine display. I think he really likes feminine people, whether that guy girls, etc. no matter the gender. I just think he’s kind of into more feminine people. He would absolutely go nuts if he saw you I think he’s just so attracted to that. I also think that you guys would be just aesthetically pleasing together because you both contrast just like you and Piper contrast. He’s also an athletic clothes whenever he’s not in his suit like whenever he’s in casual stuff. It’s usually athletic so he definitely gets that and he thinks that Dan is super cool and would definitely come to your practices just to see you and if he wasn’t let then he would figure out how to watch. He’s less of an extrovert so I think you guys would clash and maybe you could bring him out of his shell a little bit and then return he could maybe you know help you learn that you don’t always need to talk to people and sometimes you can just have a moment to yourself. quite a bit about forensics being you know like an antihero/vigilante so I’m sure that he would love that and he also knows a lot about psychological things because in battle he’s always always trying to gain a psychological advantage so he’d find whatever you have to teach him fascinating and he could probably teach you a thing or two as well, so I think you guys have similar hobbies in that aspect. Not as much of a true crime because the fact that’s way too close to his actual life so I think if you guys ever wanted to watch something together, you’d probably need to pick something different but he supports that if you’re passionate about it. He thinks it’s wonderful that you value honesty and kindness above all else and I don’t think he would ever wanna break your trust and he’s just really he thinks that you’re too good for Gotham and he thinks that there needs to be more people like you in this world and he’s kind of a cynical or more jaded person so I feel like having you by his side he would just be able to see a little bit better sides of the universe. I think he would also like the novel pride and prejudice a lot so I think he would definitely read that with you and then discuss it afterwards and have your own little mini book club. I think he’s actually a pretty good baker. I don’t know why I just had Canon him is being the best at baking besides Alfred because he spends a lot of time around Alfred learning his ways around the kitchen so I feel like you guys would make stuff together and it would actually be pretty good. I actually think that he’s the type of person to know just a little bit of many different languages like he can’t speak fluently in many languages, but he can carry a conversation in most common languages. Anyway, you guys are super cute. ♥️

[benwvatt]

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memories painted in much brighter ink (4.1K, rated G, set in canon + light angst and healing)

“Nelson!”

Nick groans.

“I heard you got a boyfriend.”

“So?” Nick responds, and then he wishes he’d had the heart to make up a better comeback.

“I -” Harry fumbles. “I’m… happy for you. I think it’s, er, good.”

Harry Greene realizes how awful he's been to Charlie and Nick, and he apologizes to them after some deep thought and realization about what an cruel person he's been.

i like you inconveniently, you’re bringing out my dopamine (1.5K, rated G, set in canon)

“I think that’s because you have inner beauty,” Nick murmurs softly. “It’s not just your looks.”

Charlie really tries not to, but he blushes madly. “Dammit, Nick. That was so - ugh, so ridiculously smooth. Are you sure you don’t have this spell, too? ‘Cause I think I’m getting attached to you.”

“Well, maybe your magic’s rubbing off on me.”

Nellie yawns, clearly bored by the boys. They’re too busy flirting to pay any attention to her. The sheer nerve! She is the most important thing in any 一 no, in every 一 room!

can’t keep this beating heart at bay (2.0K, rated G, canon divergence)

Charlie laughs. “Sorry - you were telling me about teaching?”

“Yeah, I really like it so far! I’m a third-year, so I started getting some actual fieldwork to do recently.” Nick kicks a stone by the side of the road. “Your brother’s cute.”

“...Just my brother?” Charlie catches Nick’s gaze.

“You-” this is a disaster. “Listen-” This is a bisexual disaster, specifically. “I think you’re cute too.”

In which Nick is Olly's French tutor, Charlie has a crush on Nick, and Olly is so tired of watching these disaster gays try to flirt.

retriever? I hardly know her! (2.2K, rated G, dog walker AU)

'Oh god, oh god, he’s wearing rainbow shoes. Is he gay, or just extremely unaware that gay people exist?'

So there’s this boy. Man?

Boy? Fellow? Gent?

Cute Park Guy™ is either a professional dog-walker or someone with a large, bumbling group of pets. This is probably his day job; he plays tug-of-war with leashes and chew toys and, from time to time, Nick’s heartstrings.

In which Charlie is always at the dog park with a group of dogs, Nick is there with Nellie, and they both pine after each other softly from across the field.

it’s all an epiphany (0.7K, rated G, canon + light angst)

“Hey, weirdo,” Charlie whispers. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Oh! Hi. Sorry.” Nick rolls over between the comforters, hair on his legs grainy against them. “Dozed off for maybe two hours.” He smooths the longest curls back from Charlie’s temples and kisses there.

“Nghhh, Niiiick, go back to bed. That’s not enough time.” And, after a pause: “Are you feeling okay about David’s birthday coming up?” Charlie asks.

In which Nick despises his brother, even if they're only arguing in his head, and he falls even more in love with his boyfriend.

you make my dreams crumb true (1.8K, rated T, canon + wedding planning fluff)

“Hey, do I get to smash cake in your face at the wedding?” Charlie asks. He tries a slice of raspberry, closest to him. “Wow.”

“Depends, do I get to do it to you?”

Charlie gazes over Nick slowly. “Uh - yeah!” He’d misheard that at first. ‘You can do stuff to me after, too,’ he considers, except this is a public place.

In which Nick and Charlie try to pick a wedding cake flavour and flirt madly the whole time. Late-twenties Nick, unfortunately, still thinks bubblegum is tasty.

it’s an extremely rushed love story (baby, just say yes) (1K, rated G, fake engagement)

Dear god, this plan with Tao had spun wildly out of control. “You’re-” Tara sat down very slowly. “Engaged.”

Nick pulled her into a bear hug across the sofa. “And all because of you two!”

Darcy settled into the couch cushions as if they would fall apart if they hit the cotton too quickly. “Right.”

To get revenge on Tara, Darcy, and Tao for setting them up on a blind date they didn't agree to, Nick and Charlie pretend they're sickeningly in love and engaged.

[streetlamp-amber]

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✧˖*°࿐ABOUT THE AUTHOR

.·:*¨ ailís — 22 — fae/they (okay with girl gendered terms) — bisexual enby ¨*:·.

ꕤ — i’m bilingual, my first language is french but i only write in english (though i might incorporate french in some fics/one shots).

ꕤ — i dropped out of college after the pandemic started but plan on going back to school this fall. i still don’t know if i want to major in photography or art history but i still have a whole year of independent studies to figure that out. however, i do have a job. it's a customer service job but i do have some weeks where i'm working more than others so i'm not making a posting schedule. i'll post when i've completed something.

ꕤ — things i like: blueberry bagels with cream cheese, autumn, concert photography, poetry, music (arctic monkeys, lorde, blur, wallows, inhaler, fontaines dc), movies (studio ghibli, nolan’s dark knight trilogy, irish cinema, french cinema), tv shows (peaky blinders, broadchurch, derry girls, true detective, doctor who, the sopranos, new girl), sports (montreal canadiens, liverpool fc, celtic fc, f1), the colour green, europe (but not england or germany), cillian murphy, david tennant, art museums, batman.

ꕤ — i’ve been writing fanfiction for years (it all started with very poorly written one direction imagines on instagram and wattpad when i was thirteen…), improving both my writing skills and my english vocab + grammar along the way. my earliest works available are from 2021 (on ao3) because i’m too ashamed of anything posted before that (and it was also very bad).

ꕤ — i’m very multifandom and will mostly write content related to my most recent hyperfixations. there’s a list down below with all the characters i read and am interested in writing fanfiction for.

✧˖*°࿐WRITING + RULES

ꕤ — this blog will be mostly dedicated to one shots, blurbs, headcanons, drabbles and maybe short series.

i do write long series on wattpad (and also on ao3 but that one is currently on hold). i’m in the middle of a friends series rewrite with a joey tribbiani x female oc storyline that i’m very invested in (this might be the first multi chaptered fanfic i ever complete). i also started writing a tenth doctor x witch oc au but i’m taking much longer to update this one as it will mostly be original episodes instead of following the doctor who storyline. i also have a tommy shelby x oc fic that’s been on hold for a year that i plan on eventually getting back into writing.

ꕤ — i honestly don’t really care about canon (especially when it comes to stuff like the dc universe). i will always respect identity traits that are important to the character like race, sexuality, disability, etc., but i might get ooc sometimes when it comes to their personalities.

ꕤ — i will try to keep my reader inserts as physically vague as possible except if it’s indicated that the reader is afab. however, i am physically disabled with chronic pain so i might incorporate some aspects related to that in my writing (it will be indicated at the beginning of the post).

ꕤ — i am okay with minors interacting with my sfw writings but if i see anyone under the age of 18 interacting with nsfw stuff you will be blocked. i can’t stop you from reading it but i am not comfortable with you interacting with that content.

ꕤ — requests will be answered once i’m done writing them. i will try my best to do so as fast as possible but i tend to write multiple works at once so if you see me post other things after you sent your request, don’t get deterred. if you send a request i don’t want to write, i’ll reply to the ask to also let others know not to request something similar.

ꕤ — do not translate, copy or publish my work on other platforms without my permission.

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major character death (canon or non-canon), underage reader or character, incest, any kink involving fluids, noncon/dubcon, self harm, eating disorders, yandere, abuse, manipulation, butt stuff, cheating/infidelity, a/b/o

✧˖*°࿐CHARACTER LIST

✵ doctor who

⋆ tenth doctor

✵ peaky blinders

⋆ tommy shelby

✵ dc universe

⋆ batman/bruce wayne ⋆ batmom/batfamily ⋆ scarecrow

✵ bridgerton

⋆ benedict bridgerton

✵ supernatural

⋆ dean winchester

✵ broadchurch

⋆ alec hardy

✵ true detective

⋆ rust cohle

✵ harry potter

⋆ sirius black ⋆ barty crouch jr ⋆ fred weasley

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[evita-shelby]

For the Eva event. Prompt: “You’re worthy of my love.” + “You’re so damn attractive, you know that?”

With Heaven x Eva, following my headcanons? 🥺🤍🖤

Garden of Eden

Heaven Lavey/Shelby x Eva Shelby

(Polyam, bisexual wlw, infidelity)

Gif by @jcmieschung-blog

Part ii

“You’re so damn attractive, you know that?” Eva said with approval as she saw Heaven dressed in her colors.

So fair and pale and dressed in black and red and gold.

A good and haunting contrast.

For a moment the angel looks like a demon straight from hell.

“You wear white so well, you look like an angel.” The French witch said in that soft and sweet tone of hers.

Bewitched you just as much as her appearance and aura did.

No wonder Arthur was besotted with her.

Not that he stood a chance, Arthur was too easily swept away by angelic fair-haired ladies with a saint-like appearance.

First Linda and now Heaven.

Linda had been fine the first few months before the golden haired woman showed her claws.

Eva didn’t mind claws; she had her own. Ten blood red and dangerously sharp claws.

Both were unsuited for each other, Arthur wanting salvation but doing nothing to obtain it and Linda finding herself sinking down with him.

In the end she broke it up calling him and all the family cursed, he took it badly ---he’d hit rock bottom by then --- and before they knew it, Arthur had been seen wandering drunk searching her.

For her safety and as a final courtesy after the shit hit the fan, Eva had gotten Linda in some school in a rural community in California.

A shame it came down to that.

And then, Heaven burst into their lives with Arthur, Arthur who finally got his shit together and decided he had to put the fucking effort to fix himself instead of leaving it to his brother, Polly or any poor woman that came his way.

Tommy was wary of Heaven, Polly and most of the family as well, fearing another Linda or something worse.

Arthur had never been strong on the inside; a few smiles and a fitted skirt were all that took Grace Burgess to get every drop out of him in 1919.

A witch as strong as Heaven Lavey could bewitch a weak man with ease and break him beyond repair once it burst like a soap bubble.

Eva had been taught how to control it, to use it as a weapon and put it away to avoid chaos.

It still had its issues, men and women still found her a real head-turner and could not help but want to know her.

Tommy had believed himself the exception and now they were married with two children.

Her magic had been strong enough to make him forget Grace even when he was in her bed most nights.

But they had developed enough love and friendship with each other to know what they have is true.

Until time proved them wrong, they were wary of the French Witch as pale as fresh snow.

Now Eva had found a friend in her, one she was as close to as one would say of a sister.

Except what she pretends is just platonic, has turned to attraction and even worse, the feeling is mutual.

A drunk kiss had turned into a confession and yet their love for their husbands does not change one bit.

They would not understand, both men loathe the idea of a sharing their witches and even less so if they knew who the other person was.

Tonight, they were to pretend nothing is going on.

That they are merely very good friends.

Good friends who kissed, fondled and fucked in the same beds they fucked their husbands in.

A love built on stolen moments.

A love that could get them killed and yet they cannot stop it no matter how much they try.

And yet when they find the ladies’ powder room empty and locked, they take their chance to show each other how much they love each other.

 “I love you.” The Mexican witch says as she wastes no time kissing her pretty witch, red ruby lips that fit so perfectly and taste so sweet even if she can taste Arthur in her mouth just as she knows Heaven can taste Tommy in hers.

“I’m not worthy of your love.” Heaven whispered back as if she wasn’t just as bad or worse than her.

“You’re worthy of my love, sweet angel. Of my love and his.”

[artmsmaid]

𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔤!

eddie munson x non-binary reader

+18 MINORS DNI

sinopse: You are shy and keep to yourself, mainly having your dog's companionship. But when you go to summer camp for an extended weekend, you come back to find that your dog has made a new friendship with the infamous town metalhead, Eddie Munson.

cw: underage drinking, drug use, canon divergent, eventual sexual situations, bisexual reader.

wc: 1447k

chapter (2/?).

"Absolutely not! That's MY dog!"

You were baffled by what he said to you next.

"Well..." he slowly sat down and continued to pet Fuffly, if you didn't know that your dog couldn't understand the conversation, you'd think it was waiting for the confrontation while happily being fondled. "Prove it."

Blinking in confusion, what the hell does he mean by that? So, you cleverly asked: "What the hell do you mean prove it?"

"I mean for you to prove it." And he had the nerve to smile at you???

Does he think that you were just up and around Tuesday morning walking around a forest and then decided to go and lie about having a dog?

"Fluffly has a name tag on its collar and it says Fuffly with a date, the date he was born." You finally said, after a moment of silence where you're shocked and the stranger was staring at you, still petting your dog.

"And what day is that?" He turned his head to the side, eyebrows going up just a little.

"Are you fudging kidding me?!" You angrily let out, your fists closing down.

He giggles, "No, no, no, no, I'm for sure not fudging". 

You set aside the slight mockery you heard in his voice to puff out your answer, "15th of July, a true Gemini."

He nodded, looking like he was finally realizing something, "that's why it looks so small then".

"What?" You approached two more steps, looking offended.

"It's that thing you said, a gemy."

"Gemini!" It has been a long time since someone made you feel so many emotions in so little time, but again it has been some time since you had a conversation with someone close to your age, "and he is a Yorkshire, Gemini is his birth sign."

When you came close again, he put his arms a bit more protective around the small dog, surprising you. You weren't going to hurt your dog, but he was looking at you suspiciously like you were going to take it and run away. Shouldn’t you be the one more worried in this scenery?

"Okay, maybe this is your dog," he starts and pauses when you roll your eyes to mumble 'well it is', you were ignored, "but that doesn't mean I should give him to you."

You went from annoyed to shocked to angry, and it looks like this boy in front of you was angry as well. He continued, "For days Curly was walking here alone, why would you let your dog walk around like this?".

This was confusing to you, as your mother promised to walk Fluffy while you were gone at camp. Did she forget? But another thing caught your thoughts right after, "Curly?".

"Aren't you going to answer me?", now he was the one rolling their eyes.

"Its name is Fuffly", you gave one more step, now completely in his personal space, only your dog between you both. You didn't like invading people's personal space, but you had to assert your control over the situation.

It didn't work that well though, as he got up and was taller than you, especially with that annoyingly soft-looking big hair of his. You could also smell his perfume, or some time of body deodorant since perfume seems to fancy for him, it was a very different smell from all the french fragrances you are used to in your home, definitely stronger musk smell."It's a stupid name, Curly Destroyer is better."

Now, Eddie didn't think your name was stupid, but he was still a bit angry at you and wanted to be annoying just for the sake of it.

"Curly Destroyer is way more ridiculous", you were, as well, being annoying for the sake of it. You puffed, and he puffed back. You put your hands on your hips, and he put his hands on as well.

"It's bad-ass, and you still haven't answered me, cutie, why was Curly all alone?"

You would've been taken by surprise by the pet name if it wasn't for the worried mixed disappointed look he was giving you. You finally stopped ripping his hair strand by strand in your mind to evaluate the situation. How did he know Fuffly? He even named him a different name... Was he telling you the truth? Was your dog walking around unchaperoned in the woods these last days? It wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it was still dangerous.

"Fuffly wasn't alone," you start to answer, and he looks like he's going to interrupt you when you amend "Well, he wasn't supposed to be alone, my mom should've walked him every morning".

Eddie calmed down a bit with your words. Even if he was still upset by the situation when he looked into your eyes and saw nothing but honesty and confusion, he had to cave in. And they were beautiful eyes, shining in the soft morning light making his heart beat irregularly and being a bit disappointed that you would look away so quickly.

"She didn't", he lets out, trying to come back from the haze, "I mean, I didn't see her, I only saw Curly." He amends when you moved back your face twitching a little at the rash statement. You would have to talk to your mother to know what happened. Although, you’ll hate the confrontation, never enjoying asking more than necessary, sometimes not even to your parents.

"Fuffly," you made a point to correct his name again but only gained a smile back and a roll of eyes as he muttered a ‘not happening’ , "is very used to the forest. We walk here every day. Maybe... he walked off from mother and later came back, so she knew he was safe."

He didn’t seemed very impressed by your excuse, and watched you with hawk eyes as you lowered down to your dog, who happily licked your cheeks with not a worry in his canine eyes. You swiftly glanced at Eddy, was that a jealous look? He got attached fast to the small dog. Even if it wasn’t your responsibility, you would feel horrible to just take Fuffly away by now, and leave those big chocolate rich brown eyes drown in sadness.

Not that you care that much about him, of course, you were just such a good person.

So, with a not subtle at all throat clearing sound, you settle down on the floor, “you know… I’m a bit tired, but Fuffly likes to play a lot”.

“Yes?”, you don’t look, but you know he has a smile on that dumb pretty face. “He does have lots of energy for something so small… You don’t share the genes?”

This makes you look, a frown in your face as you decide if he is calling you short, lazy or both. And yes, the smile in the dumb pretty face gets bigger. “The nerve of you… I just arrived from traveling!”

“Such a pity” he mocks, “didn’t have the energy to stay longer?”

“You know what? I’m not that tired”, you decide, getting up, “I will play with Fuffly.”

“Do you want me to throw it so you both can try to catch?”, he’s reveling on it now, it has been the longest time you looked at him without turning away.

“I beg your pardon?!” a pink flush covers all your face and ears, and he laughs, the sound is a bit like a toddler’s laugh, carefree and full of life.

“Come on, cutie, I won’t throw too far.” He tilts a bit, looking really deep in your eyes, and that’s maybe the first time you don’t mind it at all.

“I bet you couldn’t catch it if I throw it in your face” You make up a mean smile, trying to tease him to, but something went sideways, as a glint in his eyes makes him get closer to your face to whisper.

“Oh, cutie, you can throw it to me any day.”

You don’t get when in the conversation you both stopped talking about an actual wood stick, but now you are more flushed than ever, noticing you can smell his toothpaste with how close he is of you. He also looks disoriented, brown eyes going all over your face to stop on your lips.

Something touch your legs, and you both step back and look down with wild eyes. Fuffly got a wood stick and is expectantly looking at both of you. Laughing, this time more bashfully, Eddy gets the stick from the dog, not being capable of looking at you as his heart is fighting to stay in his chest. “Looks like someone wants to play.”

author's note: I promise the next part won't take a life-time, I got ill but I'm better now.

[marasiatheferret]

Hello everyone✋I had a idea of the another story "Not The First"

On wattpad or ao3 (I don't know).

Well I have 4 storys to write pages on wattpad, so yeah will not have a moment to write for real but it came.

The story is about Smg4 and Smg3 dating a long while, 4 was worrying about the relationship between eachother. Smg3 did not seen 4 worried like that before.

Smg4 was been in some relationships before and thinks if he really want to be with 3. He never had true relationship with someone like 3 before.

He was with three guys and not get the one he loved like 3. It bother him a lot.

When 4 and 3 was enemies before, 4 was dating kinda a lot with guys then girls because 4 is bisexual and not never seen any interest in girls, he was to feminine to girls.

The guys names, personalitys and look:

•Gerald Dions - he has a french accent, a wine tester and butler, is rich and handsome (he has a red hair and normal skin colour.

•

That's for now, will write more about the story on this post.

[i-ran-over-a-deer]

if anyone even cares ^_^ I didn't post my Kirari head canons yesterday cause idk :I but im on break still and have nothing to do so here !! (i tried rlly hard )

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★yk this girl owns that Ikea shark Blahaj, don't deny it. ★one time she went fishing when she was little and jabbed herself with the fishing hook thing to understand the fish ★Best at her swimming class (she does swimming ofc) ★Fluent in Latin & French

★She's bisexual ★won a fish when she was 10 at a carnval and its still alive to this day(it was a gold fish and they live for 10-15 years okay?) ★refuses to admit but likes having her hair done by Sayka (she's so gentle!!) ★her favorite subject is biology she isn't very fond of math though ★Npd she has Npd (Narcissistic personality disorder (NPD) is a complex psychological condition that presents with a pervasive pattern of grandiosity, need for admiration, and lack of empathy. NPD can cause significant social and occupational impairment and often has complications of comorbid psychiatric and substance use disorders) ★she owns 3 geckos leo,lia and lilo ★has a couple fish tanks in her room ★she's insane so yk she has gone to a beach with sharks in the water ★her room walls are pale blue ★for Halloween she work a rlly cute shark hoodie with her hair down (the images are from here you can buy it from this link ->https://www.amazon.com/Hoodie-Sleeve-Jacket-Pullover-Sweatshirts/dp/B09P5516MB?th=1)

like this**

★threw that council a Christmas party cause why not (mostly so she could push sayka under the mistletoe and make out with her..) ★she listens to Gorey true crime ★her pronouns ? = she/they ★wants a normal relationship with her sister 😔✊ ★she doesn't have one normal thought going through her brain :) ★SHE LOVESSS SHARKS specifically leopard sharks and megalodons ★she despises dress codes!! so she didn't implement any like she dose not care if you aren't in uniform ★she doesn't only have blahaj she has soo many sea themed plushies who cares if its childish? she sure DOSENT (example⬇️)

★she has tea with yuriko ! ★Whaa she loves gummy shark so much (runa got her sum for he birthday) End I <3 kirari so much :D

[kai-ninjago]

for the ask game you just reblogged

all of them

every question

:)

First of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH this is literally a dream come true I love talking abt myself

1) phones Lock Screen: a drawing of myself and one of my main F/Os :3 art by @4i-i0v3-y0u!! One of my best friends here on tumblr :0

2) cheese or chocolate: cheese!! I love cheese soooo much

3) nicknames: just from my math teacher, which is kind of embarrassing— he calls me Kai Guy

4) last song: love me, normally

5) have I ever written fanfiction: yes! I have written LOTS of fanfiction. I even have a fanfiction request blog, @randoms-fandoms!

6) discord: nope! Not on discord. It’s kind of a not fun subject to talk about actually— not for any bad reason, I just got so heavily excluded by all my irl friends on there that I decided to leave

7) piercings: nope :0

8) what says the most about a person: compassion and patience for others.

9) cookie: cherry 🍒

10) dog person!

11) headphones!

12) last thing I said out loud: “we’ll go on an adventure later,” because I was going to take my dog out to get French fries with me but I called ahead and the cook was out for another thirty minutes, so we’re waiting now.

13) a weird fact that I know: horses can move their skin independently from their body, to an extent

14) I am a night owl

15) favorite place to nap: my moms bed lol

16) are you queer: yes, rn I ID as trans, arospec, achillean, and bisexual

17) three words I would use to describe myself are: thoughtful, caring, and morose

18) sweat pants!

19) whatever seasonal drink they have— like lemonade or cocoa :) I don’t drink coffee

20) a color I can’t stand is gray

21) prized possession: just a silly little stuffed animal I got as a gift from my mom

22) tea!

23) aquatic dinosaurs— i dont know which one but I like them all!

24) I’ve been on tumblr for six years :)

25) desert island item: I’ll chose another one this time— a comfortable bed :)

26) my aesthetic kind of varies depending on my mood— but generally i like a subtle lovecore academia vibe, if that makes sense? When I’m manic I like kidcore though

27) dream job: in home caretaker or nurse for a nursing home

28) relationship status: single, but I’m having fun (selfships)

29) my favorite outfit is when it’s wintertime and I can wear my cute pink terry cloth sweatpants and a sweater— along with my cow hat of coarse, and a scarf because I get coooold 🥶

30) a song I know all the lyrics to is Bennys Dispatch from in the heights— my favorite theatrical production!

31) my hair is brown, but since I’ve been on T it’s actually darkened to almost black

32) I do talk to myself— mostly people ignore me because they know what I’m doing, but recently I was on a camping trip with my school and my teachers kept overhearing and responding to me, so that was kind of embarrassing

33) I do not wear makeup

34) best compliment ever? Probably just my grandma telling me that I’m the best at taking care of her

35) my favorite blog— outside of friends, it’s got to be @earththings! I love scrolling through their blog whenever I feel stressed or sad, it always cheers me up ❤️ (sorry for the random tag btw)

Thanks for the ask miles, I feel like you already know me so well bc I really do love answering questions haha

[gallivantrs]

─── ⋆⋅ ( ANYA CHALOTRA + CIS FEMALE + SHE/HER + NOBLE ) dearest reader, I am delighted to introduce VERONICA CECILIA TALBOT, the twenty five year old LADY, known among the ton to be SHREWD & FEARLESS but their foes may tell you that they are more FICKLE & DAUNTING, but we shall know more about them as the season progresses.

basic information.

name: Veronica Cecilia Talbot. nicknames: Vera, Vee. date of birth: 19th of February, 1788. age: twenty-five. birthplace: Battley Manor, the family’s estate within the Earldom of Ravenscourt. orientation: Bisexual, biromantic. languages: English, French, and a good deal of Latin. status: Unwed, leisurely entertaining potential matches.

personality

moral alignment: Chaotic good. mbti: entp-a. traits: Shrewd, fearless, curious, adventurous, rational, eloquent, fickle, daunting, argumentative, carefree, feckless. element: Water. star sign: Aquarius. temperament: Melancholic-choleric. deadly sins: Lust, sloth. heavenly virtues: Kindness, charity.

narrative (tw: familial death).

Lady Veronica was raised under the tall shadow of her elder brother, Lord Leonard Talbot – gallant and educated, every bit the worthy bearer of his position as Lord, Viscount and heir to the Earldom of Ravenscourt. As a younger Lady, she was afforded a fair deal of freedom to indulge interests of her own, being expected only to arrange a match to suit the prestige of their family, when the time came for it. One could say, though (as her parents certainly would), that the Lady very much abused this freedom, diving head-first with her inquisitive mind into the study of more topics than anyone could keep track of – mathematics, astronomy, philosophy, law and legal reform... As she broadened her horizons, Lady Veronica grew increasingly dauntless, and one might even say (as her parents certainly would) rebellious. Her engagement with courtly life grew more detached and selective with each passing year. She soon became known not only for sharp wit and intellect, but also for a subtle disdain for the usual trifles of society and a penchant for pushing the boundaries of what was considered proper. This naturally led her to being regarded as a dangerous influence to the ladies of her rank, leaving more than a few tongues wagging in her wake.

The shock of her brother’s passing in 1811, taken suddenly by brain fever, ravaged the family with heartache and a difficult inheritance situation, seeing as the Lady Veronica was left as heiress to the estate, which was never entailed. The Earl and Countess pushed together through grief to set a plan in motion – ensure the estate would be kept within the family name through Veronica's marriage to a suitable cousin. Thinking of such plans amidst the perforating pain of moving forward without her brother infuriated Veronica, and failing to come to terms with her newfound position – and chiefly, how this new responsibility will surely confine her, stripping away that which is dearest to her: her freedom – has led a certain numbness to take root in her demeanor, a nonchalance and poignant acerbity, most unfitting to a lady of her station. As the key Season approaches, she might appear more open to suitors than before – less out of genuine interest, and more a defiant escape from her sorrow, distraction found in the thrill of the chase. Her intentions remain far from serious; she is in denial, and terrified of true commitment. With those foolish enough to try to shape her or use her for their own interests, – now that her inheritance elevates her from black sheep to desirable suitor – she shall relish the chance to play her games, turning their ambitions into her sport.

desired connections.

kindred flame (wc on the main): It started as an attraction between kindred souls, much like gravity—two among the ton skeptical of ever finding a love match for themselves. Neither were romantics, but their hearts weren’t so tame as to accept a purely rational marriage arrangement, either. The year of Vera's debut, the spark was there—they butted heads, flirted with others just to rile each other up, bickered senselessly, but never committed, the desire to remain independent speaking louder. The following year, courtship gave way to passion as soon as the season started. They couldn't get enough of each other, and rumors of their affair were plentiful. His family, horrified that she might tarnish their son's good name, made every effort to cut her off from his life, pushing other suitors at him in hopes he'd quickly marry someone more respectable. Her family insisted they be serious with whatever intentions they had. What no one anticipated was how their resistance only made them seek each other out more. They spoke of betrothal, even elopement, just to quell all the noise and finally have their way, but words never turned to action. Very soon after, when Vera's older brother and heir to the Talbots passed away, everything came crumbling down. Vera, now the heiress, withdrew in grief and pushed him away, under pressure from her own family to marry someone who could resolve the inheritance situation. He was livid, intending to go against his family's wishes for her, but now she refused to do the same for him. It has been two years now—perhaps he has settled down with someone else, or might instead be betrothed, or still searching. Vera is just as much in denial as she was when she first got the news. But her heart still skips a beat every time they meet, and she doubts it will ever beat as fast for anyone else as long as she breathes.

third cousin & parents' desired betrothal (wc on the main): he is the talbots' solution to clean up the mess with the estate's inheritance, after lady veronica became its heiress. to keep it attached to the family name, they're pushing for a hasty betrothal between her and this muse. but amidst her mourning, reluctance to embrace her new responsibilities, and irredeemable stubbornness, how she will respond to this pressure remains uncertain.

ride or die: a best friend through thick and thin, more utp.

circle of minxes: spirited ladies eager for some private adventure and mischief, engaging in witty banter, card games, and mayhaps sharing in the thrills of pushing the boundaries of propriety, barely maintaining enough decorum to keep some whispers at bay and our reputations mostly intact. these are trusted friends to whom veronica is fiercely loyal.

mentor: older figure who guides and incentivizes her in intellectual interests and pursuits.

faded bond: used to be friends, but veronica's reputation led this muse to drift apart from her. (taken by priscilla cavendish, open to more)

disappointed suitors: suitors she's indulged and entertained in the past, only to leave behind puzzled and befuddled in her shifting interests.

fellow players: suitors who understand the game she's playing, who see through the whys and hows behind her toying – and frankly, they love it. chaotic flirts. specifics utp.

younger sister (21-23): veronica loves her sister to bits – they quarrel, bicker and annoy each other, but are ultimately loving and supportive of the other's happiness to the very end. now grieving through leonard's death, they need each other more than ever. it might also be the year her sister's first being presented to society, which given veronica's reputation, could lead to a conflicting wish to seek distance, at least for a bit. for more on how I envision the talbots: they're led by a pragmatic earl who values intellectual pursuits, a present figure in academia and scholarly societies. the countess is the more traditional influence in the family, and resents her husband for how much he's indulged their daughters, leading to their (or at least veronica's) prospects to sour a bit, given the daunting, somewhat unorthodox young ladies they have become. (taken by noemie delphine talbot)

late brother's widow: the viscount leonard talbot had been a very sought after suitor in the seasons prior, and this muse's wedding to him was seen by the ton as a formidable pairing. upon his passing, the dowager viscountess was left entirely distraught, stripped from much she had hoped and envisioned for her future – and with veronica now standing to inherit the estate, the relationship between the two is somewhat of a delicate one. veronica took the dowager viscountess' past well meaning attempts to advise her on how to uphold her good name as a bit of unsolicited criticism, ever prone to reactivity and the staunch defense of her individualism. as they grieve together through their loss, we shall see what the future holds for these two ladies. (taken by lady isabel fortescue)

maternal cousins: the two families are quite close, taking turns to host each other on their estates over summers. the young lords and ladies grew up in close proximity. (taken by the sarafs of clifton, lady rishima saraf and lord asif saraf)

[flcralhaze]

{ kim jiwon , 31 , cis woman , she/her } we are so glad to see you safe, foreign ambassador & physician , princess yi yujin of china ( korea ) ! it’s dangerous out in the world these days , but i hear that you are adaptable and fierce enough to handle it. just don’t let your duplicitousness bring you down. stay on your guard , because with your secret being at risk for exposure , you wouldn’t want everyone to find out you are not the real princess. you are an imposter who took her place - a scheme orchestrated by anti monarchists so they could plant a fake amongst the royals. but your loyalties are wavering.

basic information.

current name: yi yujin. original name: kwon hanuel. name meaning: valuable , precious. age: thirty-one. gender & pronouns: cis woman , she / her. orientation: biromantic , bisexual. spoken languages: korean , mandarin , japanese , thai , english , french , italian. title: foreign ambassador for korea , imperial princess of the joseon dynasty. martial status: unwed , unbetrothed. loyalty: korea , publicly. the rebellion , in truth?

personality.

positive: adaptable ,  fierce ,  astute ,  empathetic , patient. negative: duplicitous ,  reticent ,  calculative , conflicted. moral alignment: tba. temperament: tba. mbti: tba. enneagram: tba. hobbies: medicine/healing , archery , sword fighting , hunting , herbology.

family ties.

father: kwon jungwoo , a korean noble , a prominent leader against the monarchies in asia. mother: kwon eunhee , deceased. father: emperor yi seong-jin. mother: empress yi mi-kyong. siblings: one older brother , the imperial crown prince , and one other sibling ( twin or younger ).

history.

who are you? do you remember?

a common girl born to a poor family. her mother didn't long survive after her birth and her father never forgave her. but he hated the monarchies more. if they had more coin, perhaps he could've paid for a doctor when his wife's fever started. maybe she wouldn't have been so weak in the first place had they enough food on the table and a roof that kept out the cold. a single loss awakened a rage that spread. discontent, he found those who shared his anger, not only in korea but across the globe, and joined their ranks, becoming a trusted co-conspirator, leading the movement in korea and pulling strings throughout asia.

with help from his friends, he gained a position at court utilizing false documents. hanuel, who was still too young to understand why her father, who was absent so often, was constantly cross, exchanged her old childhood home for apartments in the imperial palace. for a girl who'd grown up in poverty, it was a dream come true. she learned the ways of the palace with ease, twirling about in her new hanboks, and making friends with any who crossed her path - including the royal children. it was then that people began noticing how similar hanuel looked to the eldest imperial princess. suddenly, her father saw a use for the daughter he wished had never been born. the rebels planted the seed but the yi family watered it by supporting the idea that hanuel should start working as princess yujin's double at certain events.

with the pieces in place, the plan was enacted. a carefully designed tragic accident befell the young imperial princess but it was kwon hanuel who was declared dead, her body lost to the river and never found. yi yujin returned, and none knew a switch had occurred.

the years passed. hanuel's memories turned blurry. hanuel's father left court. eventually, she had lived longer as yujin than she had as hanuel, who, in the eyes of the world, had perished before her twelfth birthday. and maybe, in spirit, she had. yujin played the part of princess perfectly, a simple task when no one knew the truth. she was beloved by the court and never wanted for anything. as she got older, yujin also became more aware of the movement steadily growing in the shadows and like a moth already caught in the spider's web, gradually became more involved. it was impossible not to - the rebels kept a close eye on her; she was, after all, their secret weapon, privy to conversations that others plotting against the royals could only dream of hearing, and they expected that she relay information to them that could aid their plans.

with her older brother standing as the future face of the yi dynasty in korea, the decision was made that yujin would represent the family abroad - a decision, she eventually realized, was encouraged by rebels hiding in plain sight. she was sent to france so she could shadow the korean ambassador there. but it was also there that she connected with anti-monarchists from outside of korea for the first time. her true identity wasn't known by all rebels but by enough. after spending some time in france, she assumed her own post in another country.

her parents eventually requested she return home but it wasn't a glorious homecoming. her brother had fallen gravely ill over the winter and while he'd survived, his strength didn't returned. the prince had always been prone to sickness but it'd never been this bad. he was often bedridden and even when he wasn't, he couldn't venture far from the palace anymore. quietly, korea closed its gates to outsiders - the crown prince's health a secret that all wanted kept. yujin decided to remain at the palace and study medicine under the court physician. maybe, just maybe, she could help cure her brother from whatever ailment haunted him. if it was a true illness, she would eventually wonder, remembering how no one had been surprised when she'd informed them of her brother's failing health. yujin quickly fell in love with the study of medicine and proved to be a very talented physician.

but the yi family knew they couldn't stay isolated forever without drawing suspicions. so yujin once again assumed the role of ambassador for her country, this time in a more familiar nation, having accompanied her father there for diplomatic summits: china. there she has remained since, playing two roles, one in public and the other in secret.

the murders and the reckoning shook yujin more than she would admit. despite being told of the evils of the monarchy and seeing how certain monarchs failed their people, yujin had many fond memories of royals she'd met over the years. could she really stand aside and watch them fall? ( but would they not turn on you if they knew the truth? ) and she also couldn't help but wonder why she should give up a life she'd grown to love. only the choice isn't hers. the choice has never truly been hers at all.

who are you? did they ever give you the chance to choose? who do you want to be?

headcanons.

while some continue holding onto hope that yujin's older brother will recover or at least grow strong enough to rule, it's widely believed throughout the joseon court that he will either pass before the current emperor does or be unable to rule without a regent due to how often he is bedridden. thus, yujin is being quietly prepared to take on either role. it's also an unspoken belief that regardless of what happens, any child she has will be the future of the yi dynasty.

she has been betrothed twice before. both times, however, her partner has perished in a tragic "accident". while yujin's hands are technically clean as she played no part in the accidents, she is aware that the deaths weren't true accidents and that people behind the scenes have pulled strings to ensure her betrotheds are people the anti monarchists wish to eliminate. it's why she is secretly relieved that the betrothal to the scottish king now seems unlikely.

refused to help or ask her father aid during the china-japan conflict, citing korea's commitment to neutrality. however, she did offer her skills as a physician to the soldiers on the battlefield.

a very skilled archer and huntress. she can fight well with a sword too, but she always chooses a bow and arrow if given the choice.

despite questioning if her loyalties truly lie with the correct side, yujin still continues relaying information to the rebels. she is very terrified about what they'll do if they learn she's having doubts and thus hasn't spoken about them to anyone.

[traegics]

[ Hande Ercel | she/her] A new face takes refuge under Dark Skies. ROXELANA DEMIR, an 23 year old WEREWOLF, is one of those from the FUTURE learning to navigate this changed world. People say behind their back that they’re EVASIVE but the truth is that they’re really METICULOUS. Their style can best be described as CAMERAS AND ART SUPPLIES, LITTLE BLACK DRESS, AND MOTORCYCLES, and we’ll see how that helps them fit in. ( Sushi )

BASICS

Name: Roxelana Emira Demir Nicknames/Alias: Rox, Roxy, Lana Face Claim: Hande Ercel Age: 22 Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Date/Place of Birth: May 29 in Seattle, WA Currently: New Orleans, LA Species: Rogue Werewolf Occupation: Bartender/Photographer

PERSONALITY

Positives/Virtues/Skills: Confidence: feeling or showing confidence in oneself; self-assured. Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. Courageous: able to face and deal with danger or fear without flinching Adventurous: willing to undertake new and daring enterprises. Self-Aware: having conscious knowledge of one's own character and feelings. Jiu Jitsu Boxing Weaponry Technologically Proficient Machinery Knowledge (Heavy machinery and vehicle knowledge, the ability to work on and fix cars and trucks) Efficient in multiple languages (Turkish, Spanish, Italian, French, and German) Coding Mathematics and Accounting Public Speaking Photography and Photo Editing CPR First Aid Flaws/Weaknesses: Stubborn: having or showing dogged determination not to change one's attitude or position on something, especially in spite of good arguments or reasons to do so. Blunt: uncompromisingly forthright. Unpredictable: not able to be predicted Aggressive: ready or likely to attack or confront; characterized by or resulting from aggression Takes on to much Likes to take risks Introverted Sensitive but doesn’t show it Confrontational

Favourite colour? Red Favourite foods? Anything meaty (favorite meat is ribs and burgers), Peanuts, Snickers, 3 Musketeers, Honeycombs, Pizza, Louisiana Crab Boil Favourite music? Somewhat versatile, listens to Classic Jazz a lot Favorite books? Thrillers, Dystopian, Comics Fears: tbd

RELATIONSHIPS

Parents: Aslan Demir † (Father) Aiyla Demir † (Mother) Siblings: Esma Demir (Younger Sister) Aslan Demir Jr. (Younger Half-Brother) Children: N/A Other family: N/A Spouse: N/A Current Partner: Riley Shaw (Girlfriend) Ex-Partners: TBD Boss/Employer: TBD Co-Workers: TBD Friends: TBD Enemies: TBD

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Build: 5'9″ 127 lbs Tall and Fit Hair Colour: Brown Eye Colour: Dark Brown Distinguishing Marks: N/A Wolf Form: Muscular Body, Deep Brown Fur Accomplishments: Started her own photography business Regrets: TBD Secrets: TBD

HISTORY

Gonna type out something later but the gist is she was abused as a kid by her father who also cheated on her mother thus she ha

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— INTRODUCING , 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆-𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐊 .

*     ◟    :    〔   gong yoo  ,      cis-man    +   he/him    〕      SEONG-HOON BAEK ,      some say you’re a  FOURTY-SEVEN         lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both  MAGNETIC  and  VOLATILE ,  one can’t help but think of  COUNTERFEIT   by   AMAARAE  when you walk by.    are you still a  DISTRICT ATTORNEY /  UNDERBOSS  at    BURNING GODS ,     even with your reputation as the SYCOPHANT?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and   AN INSATIABLE AMBITION , PERFECTLY TAILORED SUITS ,  A SMILE THAT DOESN’T REACH THE EYES  although we can’t help but think of APOLLO (GREEK MYTHOLOGY) , HARVEY DENT (THE DARK KNIGHT) , DUKAT (STAR TREK)  whenever we see you down these rainy streets.      (      lia  ,      25  ,      they/she  ,     n/a ,   pst    +    n/a  .     )

— STATS . FULL NAME . seong-hoon NICKNAMES . ?BIRTHDAY . may 7th AGE . fourty-eight GENDER . cis-man PRONOUNS . he/him FAMILY . marcia ramos (ex-wife), [unamed] baek (younger sister), bartleby ramos-baek (adopted son) ORIENTATION . bisexual biromantic OCCUPATION . district attorney underboss @ burning godsMARKINGS/TATTOOS . none PIERCINGS . none HEIGHT . 5’10

— PERSONALITY . POSITIVE TRAITS . ambitious, charasmatic, innovative, persuasive, diligant NEGATIVE TRAITS . self-serving, sycophantic, neglectful, pretentious, disloyal LANGUAGES . english, spanish, russian, italian, french EDUCATION . bachelors and juris docotorate MBTI . entj (the commander) ENNEAGRAM . type 8 (the challenger) MORAL ALIGNMENT . true neutral.  DEADLY SIN . greed HEAVENLY VIRTUE . dilligence ZODIAC . taurus sun

— BIOGRAPHY WHAT IS ONE TO MAKE OF THE BOY HANDED EVERYTHING AND STILL LEFT YEARNING FOR SOMETHING MORE? When Seong-Hoon is born, he is everything parents desire. They are your picture perfect middle class couple, with aspirations  for their children to follow their dreams. Seong-Hoon and his younger sister become the apple of their parents eyes— childhood arts and crafts projects and A+ assignments are the pinnacle of the Ajai household’s decorations. Seong-Hoon lives for such praise, and its only when he realizes he would receive it regardless, no matter how menial the feat, that he grows disinterested. There is nothing to actively work toward, not when anything he does becomes solid gold in his parents’ eyes.

When Seong-Hoon attends high school, he does so with a goal in mind. To become something more than he presently is— to be someone successful in ways that would surpass his family’s current standing in society. Seong-Hoon is diligent— and well-rounded in athletics, sports, and extracurriculars. His parents worry he’s stretching himself too thin, he assures them that when you want something bad enough, there’s no such thing. He recognizes this difference in ideation. It’s why they were able to be so content with their present, mundane existences. They would never wholly understand where he was coming from.

When the time comes to attend university, Seong-Hoon is picking between several Ivys, but he settles on Harvard, where he would remain for his Bachelors and eventual Juris Doctor. He returns home, a newly minted lawyer— acquiring a job as a public offender. He’s a damn good lawyer— (for mediocrity was never his style), and knows he can be a better one if given the opportunity to do so. Somewhere along the way, he crosses paths with MARCIA RAMOS. In her, he recognizes a mutual hunger, an insatiability and intensity he’d only encountered within himself. They take New York City by storm.

 It is when they’re at their peak that BURNING GODS makes them an offer. Seong-Hoon, a newly minted assistant district attorney, is moved by the suggestion that he could reach the title of district attorney in record timing. It’s fairly easy to get Marcia on board— with the promise of their mutual glory, there were few lengths they weren’t willing to go to. He loves her for this very reason, and it is the same reason that he eventually goes to despise her. When you’re willing to give up everyone and everything, no matter the risk or cost, how could it not extend to the person who sleeps beside you every night?

The divorce comes and goes with ease— custody and the assets are easily split. Their sole child had presently been enrolled in boarding school anyhow, coming home occasionally for holidays— spending a significant time with his parents. (He could never be half the parents they were— there simply wasn’t a paternal bone in his body. Fatherhood is left on the wayside in the pursuit of glory.) He understands why him and Marcia couldn’t be together. They’re too much alike for one. After all, bad people rarely made for good marriages. This is the simple truth of the matter.

Burning Gods gives Seong-Hoon everything he desires and more. He is granted the position of District Attorney— and it is difficult for the public not to love him. Sure, a time eventually arrives when rumors of Seong-Hoon's mob ties begin circulating, but Seong-Hoon appears practically unmoved in the public eye. A natural time, and a desire to please (when it directly benefits him, of course) had already gotten him this far. Besides, when your district attorney just so happens to be an underboss of one of the most powerful national crime syndicates, then purifying the public of mafia influence became easier said than done.  Seong-Hoon Baek is here to stay— intoxicated by the idea of his own infallibility. 

— ; TLDR

definitely would be part of a trading group

never satisfied overachiever attends prestigious college

becomes a public defender with the attention of moving up the ranks

gets married to a fellow social climber and is eventually recruited by burning gods

they help him become district attorney heehee

— ; WANTED PLOTS

someone sus of his potential mafia ties

someone he potentially betrayed to get ahead

seong-hoon is a kiss-ass, maybe it turned into something more but he was still really just after the material gain

a friend? they do dumb expensive things and it's probably extremely superficial