#especially est? his mannerisms...

[athousandbyeol]

i'll try harder. thank you.

[aethon-recs]

30 Tomarrymort Recs for 2024 — Completed Multi-Chapter Fics (Part 1)

Happy new year, and what a year 2024 was for the Tomarrymort ship! 🤍 We went from close to 13,000 fics in the beginning of 2024 to over 15,000 fics in the ship tag by the end of the year. How incredible is that!?

I've split up my 2024 year-end recs into 3 parts: (1) Completed Multi-Chapter Fics, (2) One-Shots, (3) WIPs. Here is Part 1 of the list: Completed Multi-Chapter Fics.

Please enjoy these 1.5 million words of completed Tomarrymort fic from 2024!

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A Dangerous Game by @cybrid (E, 322k, complete)

Tom Riddle opens the Chamber of Secrets in Harry’s fifth year at Hogwarts. After a botched attempt to extract the Horcrux in Harry’s scar leaves their souls tied together, Tom is forced to kidnap him when he makes his escape. A story of Horcrux hunting, adventure and unwilling attraction.

Anabiosis by @itsevanffs (E, 39k, complete)

The school is… unprotected. Voldemort gets resurrected early, and learns this very quickly. Harry Potter likes his new teacher: he's a pretty man in his early thirties with a kind smile and dark hair and eyes - and he doesn't seem to hate him, unlike all the other teachers.

aurora polaris by @aglassroseneverfades (E, 217k, complete)

Harry does not give up the Horcrux when he dies. Moved by compassion, he embraces it instead. What follows next, he could not predict. He’s not sure he ever really had a choice in the matter. The world Harry wakes up to is not like the one he remembers. And his captor is neither the same as he was, nor as different as he would like.

Change Me by @valkyrie-chemist (E, 17k, complete)

Harry Potter had grown up listening to tales of the cursed Lord Voldemort. Trapped in his mysterious manor, the man—the monster—was said to be crueler and more hungry than Death itself. So why then, Harry thought, was the groundskeeper still alive? What sway did Tom Riddle have over Lord Voldemort to stay his wicked hand when Harry had so brazenly trespassed on his lands? Whatever it was, it was not enough. For try as he might, not even Tom could persuade the monster to let Harry leave. That is, Tom challenged, if Harry even wanted to.

Creatures of the Dark we are by @hikarimeroperiddle (E, 28k, complete)

Banished to his cupboard at age 4, Harry learns to listen only to the Voice in his head. Its teachings warp all Harry could have become until no more than dark magic and devotion remains. Visions of a wraith with red eyes complicate matters, especially when Harry and the Voice follow it to Hogwarts so Master can get his hands on the Philosopher’s Stone. Harry can do magic. He can’t do people.

death cheater (are you?) by regulus_little_mermaid (E, 14k, complete)

Tom tries to understand: just because a stranger saves your life a few times doesn't mean you can fall in love with him.

Dulce Et Decorum Est Mori by beetaker (E, 135k, complete)

“I'm glad it's both of us,” Harry said, green eyes somehow greener, the natural brightness in him turning incandescent. “I'm glad we're going together.” “We'll always go together,” Tom said, knowing it as fact, unable to imagine anything different. Wherever he went, Harry was sure to follow. It'd been that way forever. It would surely always be that way.

Extenuating Circumstances by Origin_Of_Symmetry (M, 87k, complete)

“You’re really quite a delight, Harry. I can’t believe I went weeks thinking you were useless and boring.” Somehow, unwittingly, Harry finds himself engaged to Tom Riddle. He’s not entirely sure how that happened.

friend of the devil (a friend of mine) by @shyinsunlight (E, 28k, complete)

There’s something very unsettling about Tom Riddle. Cedric can’t put a finger on it. Whether it’s the way he moves, all long limbs and eerie fluidity, the dissecting gaze he follows them with, or the way he speaks, with an accent that doesn’t match his manners. Maybe it’s how he drinks in Harry’s presence like a religious zealot, or how his eyes wander over Harry’s body as if he’s seen the skin and flesh underneath before.

gaming buddies by @reggieblk (M, 19k, complete)

All it takes is a rude comment under a YouTube video for Harry and Tom to meet their best friend and, incidentally, the love of their lives. Through thousands of hours of playing Minecraft together, getting to know each other, and finally meeting in real life, it was inevitable they'd fall in love.

Hearthstone Abbey by @ramabear (E, 116k, complete)

Harry follows Thomas Gaunt into his world much like he stepped onto Diagon Alley that first time, wide-eyed and full of wonder. He has no idea what exactly this world has in store for him, but he knows that with Thomas at his side, he is safe and happy for the first time in his whole life. There is someone who will always be there for him, always look after him, always care for him and everything Thomas does just proves that to be true.

In the Shape of Fear, Erised by @rowena-rain (E, 19k, complete)

Harry sneaks into Lupin’s office late at night, determined to banish his recurring nightmares of a certain devastatingly handsome future Dark Lord once and for all. But things quickly spiral into depravity, and before he knows it, Harry is getting thoroughly railed by a boggart in the form of Diary Tom Riddle... Or is it?

in the silence by @satflesk22 (E, 48k, complete)

There's a new student at Hogwarts. And, for some reason, he's decided he's going to be Tom Riddle's best friend. Tom, immortal aspiring Dark Lord, apparently has no say in the matter.

In Their Absence by @mosiva (E, 35k, complete)

“Weird place to hang out, mate,” Harry said, more to break the oppressive silence. There was nothing but the thick hedges, the faintest whisper of a breeze, the grey sky overhead, and Voldemort. “You believe this to be a dream,” Voldemort rasped. “You always were foolish.”

Kudosed, Bookmarked, Subscribed by @maquira713 (E, 79k, complete)

By day, Harry works as a lowly assistant to his boss: the cruel, controlling Tom Riddle. By night, he lives, breathes, and writes fanfiction. And when he's not writing, he's obsessing over the work of his favorite Ao3 author: Lord_Voldemort_. So, of course, it’s only a matter of time before Harry gets caught reading Voldemort’s latest fanfiction at work… by none other than his boss.

Machine Men by @izharmilgram (E, 5k, complete)

Harry discovers Lord Voldemort is transgender, and he's really fucking hung up about it.

rage, rage (against the dying of the light) by MerleBlanc (M, 17k, complete)

1978. Voldemort is winning, bored, and his immortality secured. When a mysterious man appears out of thin air to oppose his Death Eaters, he is more than intrigued by whom the newspapers now nickname the Good Samaritan. Except someone is also stealing his horcruxes one by one, and he has never felt more threatened in his life. Or: Harry just lost his wife, made a deal with Death, travelled from the future to gain back his mortality, and decided to fuck a timeline.

see you soon by @duplicitywrites (E, 9k, complete)

It’s summer, which explains why Tom has all this free time to visit Harry’s flat and place of work, but it does not explain how Tom knows, with unerring accuracy, where Harry is at any given moment. Harry has checked with his coworkers—Tom only ever shows up at Fortescue’s when Harry is the manager on shift.

Shiver, Lustre, Skin by @monsieurclavier (M, 9k, complete)

Harry goes undercover as a bargirl at one of Tom Riddle’s exclusive clubs. Tom has her figured out in approximately one second. Or: In which Tom is a badass Wizarding mob boss and an incorrigible lesbian flirt, and Harry—sassy newbie Auror and secret virgin—is just Tom’s type.

something precious by @mosiva  (E, 16k, complete)

“Fine,” Harry said, giving in to curiosity as he always did. “What is it?” Tom shook the vial, letting the liquid catch the light and send rays scattering over his hand and face. “It’s a love potion,” he said.

Still Into You by @moontearpensfic (E, 29k, complete)

Harry has a stalker. If only he noticed sooner.

Sugar Soaked by @teaandsweaters9 (E, 46k, complete)

Seducing Hepzibah Smith out of her most precious belongings should have been simple. Spend time with her, charm her, drain her for all she’s worth, and move on. Unfortunately for Tom Riddle, Harry Potter, professional savior and amateur waiter, has other plans.

the only heaven by iwasborntired (M, 11k, complete)

“You,” Ginny swallows, and her voice sounds jagged, waves crashing against an uneven shore. “You called out for him, in your sleep.” He does not need her to finish. He knows. It is sick and festered and rotten, and it is true. In the blanket of night, in his dreams, Harry Potter starves. His mouth forms the supplication, a secret scalds the air, and his soul, then and now and always, calls out for Tom Riddle. It is only fair, after so long spent stitched into the fabric of one other.

the righteous dead by @aspengray (T, 40k, complete)

Harry is resurrected, sewn together with thread and magic. He remembers nothing except that he loves his savior, a man named Voldemort.

Thin Skin by @iseliljathedreamer (E, 15k, complete)

The war ended with a conditional surrender where the most powerful wizard alive signed his freedom away for 100 years to a boy of 17 armed with a basilisk tooth and a putrid, poisoned pool, in exchange for secrecy and eternal life. But that was years ago now. Harry thought he'd never get used to having Voldemort living in his house, but he did. Time is a miracle-worker beyond all human comprehension, and yet, there are wounds it remains to heal. Quite literally.

Tom Riddle's DIY Disaster by @sri-verse (E, 13k, complete)

Harry and Tom were the closest two people could be. They always shared everything, no secrets between them.  So, when Tom told Harry about his last orgasm, why was Harry acting all weird? It was granted that Tom would think of him.

Trenches by @shadow-of-the-eclipse (T, 82k, complete)

"Maybe you should kill them," Harry says. He's sitting perched on the stairs, hands clasped together, green eyes watching Tom and his irritating year mates. His form is hazy around the edges, an almost translucent quality to his image. "I can't just kill people," Tom says. "Not in public.” Role-Reversal where Harry is the Dark Lord and Tom Riddle is the Boy-Who-Survived.

two ways of being: the noun & the verb by cycloalkane (NR, 8k, complete)

Potter is finishing up with his sketch of the craniofacial structure. There is still more of his body to go, and more sessions left, and Tom cannot be sure whether he wants the precise drawings to be more or less—true, at all, if he could even describe them as untruthful. They aren’t beautiful as Tom is in the mirror, but they are still, undeniably, him, with the eye of someone learning to cut people apart and look beneath their skin, still bloodless yet, and—well.

What quickens me is the violence in thee by @i-dream-of-libraries (M, 17k, complete)

Harry is sold at auction to a man who is clearly in some kind of disguise - Lord Riddle isn't as charming as he looks, and the way he looks at Harry...

You By The Shore by @blackseatwenty (E, 19k, complete)

Harry's grown on the island his whole life. He fell in love with a stranger standing alone by the shore. Or is it crazy to believe in love at first sight?

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[berryyuni]

jungwon as your boyfriend headcanons

pairing - bf!jungwon x gn!reader genre - est. relationship, fluff wc - 590 warnings - skinship, crying

౨ৎ reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated !! <3 ✧˖° ... (library)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ jungwon | heeseung | jay | jake | sunghoon | sunoo | ni-ki

jungwon would be the softest boyfriend to ever exist.

he loves loves loves being affectionate with you. if anything, it's one of the things he looks forward to the most during the day.

he's an absolute sucker for head pats/rubs, giving and receiving. as subtle as he tries to be about it, his reactions give it away.

as much as he loves your affection, he'll always get flustered and can't control the blush that forms on his cheeks especially if you're with the boys.

cuteness aggression. you and him get it all the time. you're just whipped for each other.

jungwon is attached at your hip. where you go, he goes. you disappear for a moment? he's already on his feet searching for you.

jungwon needs to hear your voice every night before he goes to bed. if he's away, expect a facetime call to which you end up falling asleep together.

jungwon will take a few seconds out of his life to text you anything that happens to him throughout the day whether it's something silly or serious. he'd also pop in and tell you every time he sees something that reminds him of you - he'd even sometimes buy you something just because it made him think of you.

jungwon has a time specifically for you and him to talk about your day and catch up on anything you missed. he takes this very very seriously.

jungwon is a very good and attentive listener. his focus is all on you, taking in everything you're saying and observing your expressions. with him being so observant, he knows all about your interests, mannerisms, all the little things.

he always lends you a shoulder to cry on. he's your rock. he keeps you grounded. he wants to be the one you go to when you're going through a hard time.

when you cry he kisses your tears away and stays quiet until you're ready to talk.

jungwon never lets a conflict go unresolved - whether it'd be something between you or something happening to the individual. it pains him knowing that you're upset so he does everything in his power to fix everything.

jungwon thinks everything about you is perfect.

he loves your smile and laughter. after a long stressful day your smile and/or laughter never fails to bring a smile to his face. you're his sun.

he is always messing with you somehow. he'd poke at you, tease you, and play pranks on you. there's never a day where you can live in peace but you don't complain.

jungwon always always always looks at you with a fond expression. you're the only one that can bring out this expression from him. it's very evident to others how in love he is with you.

he's not always the best with words so he makes sure to show you how much he loves you by taking care of you along with other actions.

jungwon slowly lets down his walls the longer you're together. in the beginning of the relationship, he was more reserved because he got too used to having to hold in his hardships and handling everything on his own. but as you got closer he realized that he can trust you and that you'll always be there for him. now you're one of the only people he lets his guard down with.

jungwon enjoys the quiet but not secret dating life. he likes having the privacy of your relationship but will make it obvious that he's all in for you.

©berryyuni 2024. all work is written by me. do not copy, translate or repost

taglist (open): @j4keluver @j-jinxee @suneng @ikeuzsn @miniature-tragedy

[itstheghostofmypast]

Burden of Love

Non-idol Choi San x (F)Reader

Son of Hades × Daughter of Aphrodite

Summary: Cursed. Since the day of her birth, she had been cursed, one that was a burden her mother had no interest in catering to, the burden of love.

Genre:Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 2.9K

Est. Read Time: 20 min

Warnings: sexual harassment, mild torture

Rating: Mature

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @san-network

"If you're going to sulk all day, his highness may conclude that you are unhappy here." The butler cleared his throat, placing a cup of tea in front of his queen, turning his head to face her sour expressions, her small little frown and the dent etched between her eyebrows as she read the book in hand -though he ensured to avoid her eyes. She however was busy, busy ignoring the man talking to her, even ignoring the little exaggerated sigh he had let out.

"What are you reading?" He asked, trying to distract his King's wife, his lover, his muse, the shining star of his dark, cold and endless sky, his spoiled brat- No, Yunho, you do not say that about your queen, no matter how childish and petty she may be sometimes. What did he expect? She was the youngest of Aphrodite's children, which did mean that she was in fact, the most babied of the lot, one who had her mother's and almost every other individual's undivided attention- attention and love she was bound to receive, a promise made at birth, or so he had assumed. Though would she give back in equivalence and sincerity? Even his King, he never did expect his king, the ruler of the Underworld, the sole most beloved child of Hades, the powerful ruler of the world below, one of the strongest to exist- to grovel to his knees at the mere sight of this woman- especially when she had refused to even look a him, for he was from the world below, an inferior being, as she had proclaimed- look at her now, sitting in the very world below that she had once insulted-

"Do you think he no longer loves me?"

His eyes snapped up at her face, still avoiding her eyes once more, though he took in a certain look she wore, one that made her beauty stand out even more, the pastels of her off shoulder dress extenuating her graceful features- this woman radiated an air so alluring that perhaps she would leave her mother jealous- was she? Is that why Aphrodite, herself, ensured to take over the marriage proceedings, ensuring her daughter had no way out, ensuring to send her down to hell, to hide her, to ensure her daughter could not outshine her in any manner- she had even refused when his great King had gone running to her, telling her how he never wished to upset her daughter. The first night of their marriage and she had told the son of Hades how she hated him and never wanted this- in an instant he had rushed to Aphrodite to get to the bottom of this, to ask her how she could do something against the wishes of her own child? How could she harm such a being of tenderness, of such beauty, of such purity, only to be brushed off, when his mother in law retorted with,

"She's yours to do as you please, oh, Prince of the underworld do not burden yourself with her childish tantrums, she is but a nymph, who could satisfy you for eternity and more, just take off the blindfold and your worries will vanish."

That night he had come back to the underworld and called upon all his generals and advisors, he had even called in Seonghwa, even though the guardian of the Titans had no real clue of what love was, giving instructions they never thought of receiving, especially for a mere spoiled child of a goddess,

"We must ensure she is never unhappy, my wife should have her every whim dealt with, no matter how childish."

It may have originally been a form of guilt that he was going through, Wooyoung had told Yunho the same, perhaps like all other men, their King had fallen for her beauty, her alluring nature and persona, her flirtatious being, which is why when she had rejected him to face, he must've felt the guilt of forcing her to a commitment she may not have ever wanted- which is why the first of his new wife's request was to have a separate sleeping chamber, one so far away from them that she would barely see his face. He had agreed instantly- guilt, was it not?

However, even after a year of this practice, he had not once been bothered by her increasing demands, but instead had shown nothing but concern, making Yunho stand there for hours in his dimly lit study, asking about his wife;

"Has she eaten?"

"Yes, young Prince."

"Is she well? Have you been feeding her whatever she wants?"

"She is. We have."

"Is she...what about her comfort? Bedding? Clothes? Rugs-"

"She changed the ones in her room to colours that matched her room in Olympus, we did all she asked her for, including getting her a new wardrobe."

"That's good..." he had smiled staring at his father's will, knowing he would be no longer a Prince in a few days, "I want her to be happy, truly happy."

Yunho had wanted to believe in his King's wishes, but he could tell him how this child of Aphrodite had slowly been drifting away, sitting locked up in her room most of the time, only tended to by the female staff- other than Yunho. Yunho was the only man other than San to have interacted with her in the Palace, but unlike his King, he had never met her gaze, the galaxy filled crystal pair of orbs, that stories had been written about, songs had been dedicated to, the eyes of a maiden that held the galaxy within, shining brighter than a sky full of stars, reflecting off one's deepest desires, often lust when it had been a man who had dared to make eye contact- which is why she was to always where a blindfold, one that would often match her attire, though there were occasions in Olymus where she chose not to, but every god and goddess there feared for their life, knowing laying a finger on her meant Aphrodite's wrath.

It was ironic how the first time his King had ever seen her, she was wearing a blindfold, one she had refused to take off during their wedding as well, out of spite or out of fear, the advisor (mind you she just treated him like a butler) was not sure, but he knew that the night she had said all those things, San had taken off her blindfold, admiring her beauty when she had spat at him, using words so harsh, words he had never wished to hear from his wife.

After that night the blindfold had returned, even when the maids would bathe her she would not let them touch it, Yunho knew she would wear it around him, but he never dared to meet her gaze in any case, out of respect? Perhaps...or out of pity. He had been witnessing for a year how she had begun to lose the colour of her cheeks, her lips now often found quirked into a frown, hands often fiddling with the ribbons of her dress, he had wanted to tell his King this, but he had stopped asking about her altogether, especially since she had refused to attend his coronation, even after receiving the title of the Queen. He had stopped asking if she had eaten, if she was well, in fact, he would no longer be interested in the report Yunho would give nightly, only asking if there was something out of the blue that should concern him- but there never was, everything was always the same, or so they had assumed.

For the night that the King had decided to retire early to bed, bidding his generals and his advisor a goodnight, his advisor following suit, asking his King to listen to him about his wife, wanting to tell him about her declining health, though his Lord had turned a deaf ear to him, "I don't want to hear of it Yunho, I'm tired tonight, I don't care if she didn't like dinner tonight just give her what she wants tomorro-" his words had been cut short with an ear piercing scream, one that had had him and his loyal servant bolt to the wing of the castle where his wife stayed.

Yunho had seen almost his fair share of sin and horrid things, the underworld was no place for the light hearted, but what he had not prepared himself for was the sight of his Queen's shivering form, hugging herself as she coward behind a fallen chair, crying and yelling,as she gripped onto the torn end of her dress to cover herself, while across the room a dozen maids were holding onto a foaming, wild eyed -Minister? What had he even been doing down here? How did he get in? Did he catch her without her blindfold? Was he a traitor coming to coerce the Queen for something? Or was he just a curious old fool? Was this because he looked into her eyes, maybe General Jung could beat it out of him- or not, for as soon as his King had entered the brightly lit, pastel coloured room the atmosphere had shifted, the air had thickened and her cries had been muted out by the screams of the minister that had just caught fire, shackled to the the ground, with the molten hot chains that had manifested from the floor of the castle - of course the son of Hades was no soft hearted fool, he knew no ends when it had come to torture. All too soon the burnt man that was still whimpering apologies was tossed out of the window, his scream ending with a loud thud as the King glanced at maids, enough of a gesture for them to scurry out of the room before turning to his wife, walking over to her, like predator to pray, Yunho would have interfered if he were not so deathly afraid of the man, he was unsure of what he was going to do to his mess of a wife, especially when he had crouched down infront of her, gripping her shoulders, which had only led the poor thing to yelp in pain, pleading for her life, whimpering about how she had nothing to do with this, how she did not wish to taint the reputation of the king, how she did not want to be punished-

"LOOK AT ME!"

Her eyes had snapped open meeting not the glare of a tyrant, not the eyes of a lust induced man, but the tender, soft gaze of a loving husband, one that had her calming down, one that Yunho did not expect- for he had realised something, his King had not been lust driven even after staring into her eyes, was this...love?

He knows not what happened after, for he had been instructed by his King to leave him with his wife, all he knows is that next morning he had been tasked by the King to infrom the head of the King's Counsel, Hongjoong, about the implementation of a new law, a new practice, one with grave punishment,

"One must never look at the Queen whilst in her presence, eyes must be cast to the ground while her Majesty is around, for her safety, anyone caught not following this would be tortured in the deepest pit of the Underworld for eternity, by the great General Park."

As soon as this was done, the King had personally overseen the burning ceremony of all her blindfolds, with his Queen standing beside him, hand in hand, only for her to smile up at him, a smile that he knew had led his King to fall for her, a smile he knew she'd use to get away with anything, even making the poor advisor wear a pink suit because she was bored, the smile that was so menacing and-

"Yunho~" she whined, causing him to let out a sigh, "I asked you a question!"

"My Queen, his majesty loves you no lesser than he did yesterday." He bowed, before straightening up, ignoring the way she scoffed and slammed her book shut, tossing it onto the table, truly a brat.

"Then why has he kept me waiting since morning!? I didn't even see him at breakfast!"

"He is a busy man, one who is ever so dutiful and responsible."

"You know...the saying is to "lick it, not make a meal out of it."

Of course, leave it to her to call him a boot-licker, maybe he should retire-

"Careful love, if you keep this up, Yuyu might retire early~" the door opened, as the subject of the matter walked in, with all his might and glory, laughing at the way his wife huffed and looked away, shaking his head at her antics, "Purple looks nice on you...Yunho." He motioned to the suit he was wearing, another one of the Queen's choice.

"Thank you, Sire, may I be excused?"

"Of cours- oh my." He chuckled when the door slammed within a second before turning to face his wife, who was still not looking at him, arms crossed over her chest, cheeks flushed and puffed out in anger- or a tantrum, whichever it may be, it was enough to have him sitting beside her and gently clasping her hands in his, whispering to her, trying to coax her out of it, "My love, the star of my life, why is it that you ignore me? I was but away ensuring I finish all my tasks so I could spend time with you."

"Liar." She huffed, though she never pulled away, even when he had gently gripped her chin, making her turn her head to face him, admiring her even more upclose.

"Never." He whispered, leaning closer to place a soft kiss at the corner of her lips, letting out a hearty laugh at her gasp, catching the surprise in her eyes, his own crinkling with admiration and love as he gave her his signature dimpled smile, before leaning closer once more, their foreheads bumping slightly, "Not once in my life have I lied to you, my love; my soul, my body, my mind, are but at your disposal, all yours to claim."

She only sighed, pouting at his words, pulling her hands out his hold to wrap her arms around his neck, her fingers reaching to twirl a lock of his onyx hair, her other hand gripping his coat, "Prove it."

"Oh? How so?" He mused, letting her play her little game, "Is my seed not proof enough?"

A light hearted chuckle broke past her lips, if it was possible for his heart to grow bigger with joy, it would have, the sound of her laughter ringing in his ears, "I suppose not~" she purred, the instant change of demeanour had him shivering under her warm touch, biting his lip when she gently tugged on his hair pulling him closer, enough for her to have her back pressing against the couch, him hovering above of her as he peered into her eyes, trying to find the constellation that had blessed their union, though when her hand pulled him down ontop of her, he forgot the purpose of his mission, to busy and engrossed by the sweet taste of her lips, the soft warm skin his fingers could feel through the gown, his hand reaching for hers, pinning her wrists above her head as he pressed his forehead against hers, his warm breath mingling with hers, "You naughty little-

"SHE IS WITH CHILD- GET OFF HER!? HAVE YOU NO SHAME!? AND YOU! FINISH YOUR TEA!"

In an instant the two had parted, sitting prim and proper at the two opposite ends of the couch, hands in their lap, the only give away were the dishevelled clothes, their messy hair and the smudged lipstick that was now decorating both of their mouths.

Clearing his throat he looked at his fuming advisor who held onto a notebook, "I-I was going to be gentle, Yunho-"

"SHUT UP. I KNOW HOW GENTLE YOU ARE, YOU MORON."

"Yuyu! That's not how you speak to your king-"

"SILENCE. I admit it's on the early stage but my Lady you must not let this hooligan give into his desires, do not be fooled by his stupid charm." Pinching the bridge of his nose he sighed as he handed the Queen a tissue, "Your health comes first, my lady, " Then he side eyed a flushed San who was staring at his wife wipe away the evidence of their little session, "And you should know that, Sire, her happiness is linked with her health."

When he earned a strong, firm nod from his King he sighed, for the nth time, "I shall prepare dinner and bring it here, for the love of all that is holy, please do not do anything harmful while I'm gone.' He mumbled walking to the door, only to stop, when he heard a giggle, turning around with another lecture ready, but stopped at the sight before him, his heart melting in disgust covered awe, watching her giggle to herself as she cleaned the lipstick off his lips, only for him to playful nip at her finger tips, earning squeals in return- these brats were a handful, he thought to himself, closing the doors of the study as he walked down the hall, a small smile gracing his tired features, glad that his Queen had found all she had been looking for, so afraid of the curse that she would never even say it out loud...love.

A/N: Idk...I just, I had to get this out of my system. I hope yall like it.

Taglist: @edenesth @yessa-vie @jaehunnyy @spooo00oky @the-kpop-simp @mlysalt

[scorchedrain]

sweet treat [arthur morgan x gn! reader]

a short fluff blurb where you share s’mores with arthur morgan in the camp inspired solely by the fact i wanted to feed that big, beefy cowboy a sweet treat. 523 words. link to ao3!

it wasn’t often the camp had moments of celebration. many times there were several threats looming above their heads and everyone had to be vigilant. so you really cherished the times you didn’t need to spend hours on guard or running errands for the camp. the night was clear and the sky was full of stars — especially away from the pollution of Saint Denis.

you sat quietly by the fire, waiting for the night patrol to roll back in. you secretly hoped you could get some time alone with arthur morgan. you’d had a crush on him since he was a young man, having joined the gang around the same time. but arthur was dutch’s prized possession, and sometimes you felt invisible trying to garner just a bit of the infamous outlaw’s attention.

you ate your dinner politely, excusing yourself to the private campfire you set up near your living space. you spread out the s’more supplies — of course offering some to little jack who couldn’t get enough. thankfully, it looked like dutch was allowing arthur the night off and you had a chance to make your move.

you cornered him over by the hitching posts. remembering your manners you say, “good evening mr. morgan. i was perhaps wondering if you could spare me an hour or so of your time? i made somethin for ya.” arthur tilts his head upward in response, peering at you underneath the brim of his hat. he nods, not big on conversation and you’re thankful that the cover of darkness hides how giddy you look. “just give me a moment to wash up,” he speaks, voice gruff and laced with exhaustion. you curtesy politely, and practically sprint back to your campsite to check the set up.

arthur walks over with a fresh shave, only half paying attention as he says, “what is it you wanted to show me again?” you smile. “close your eyes. promise it’s not poison” you giggle, and arthur chuckles as he sits down beside the fire. you tenderly offer him a bite of marshmallow, cracker and chocolate. he chews thoughtfully for a moment. “awfully sweet,” he chuckles, then adds, “just like you, of course.” he smiles and you feel as though the butterflies in your stomach have migrated across your whole body.

“made it for you. thought you could use a sweet treat,” you say in the dim campfire light. arthur, feeling a bit bold after a successful mission, replies, “then what are you doing over there?” a small gasp leaves your lips as you stumble your way into his lap. “i like you too, ya know? been too busy to tell ya” he begins, you interrupt with a soft kiss. eyes fluttering shut and the distant sounds of the crackling fire make atmosphere so romantic. when you pull away, arthur is a bit shocked but smiling. “sorry, you had a bit of chocolate in your mustache” you apologize with a cheeky shrug. arthur pulls you close, “I think you missed some” he teases in return. and so you kiss again, under the starry sky, forgetting your troubles for the night.

beneaththehalo || est. 2024

[agendabymooner]

from the ground up ! fernando a. x ofc (professional wrestler!canadian!ofc)

“this life will go by in a blink of an eye but i wouldn’t wanna spend it without you by my side.”

summary: weeks after their 15th anniversary, trish and fernando alonso introduced the newest members of their family to the world. f1 twt were also posting about… everything alonso-related, including the names of their kids (in a loving manner)

content warning: mentions thirsty!grid of years 2023 and 2005, literally fluff, long ass names of the alonso kids, pregnancy/birth announcement, crappy spanish translations + taylor/fernando alonso references

note: i can see you lurking and i just wanna say hi 😩 everything’s been a bit of a flop, i know 🥲 there should be some pierre gasly content otw as well- but idk who else to write for (thinking about este and checo atm)

let me know what you think!! send me an ask- tell me what’s going on, etc. enjoy xx

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[1st image: “back in 2013, your husband - f1 driver fernando alonso - started a rumour about your firstborn’s name being seven something words long. you never addressed anything about it despite it being asked repeatedly. then you confirmed that that’s the case after you had given birth to your second child. the youngest.” trish: she’s not going to be the youngest soon enough but yes.]

[2nd: just for the record, our kids freddy and rey have been given at least three middle names. and since they were both born in spain, their surname follows after what the practices tell us. i didn’t honestly want to tell anyone outside our family about it but nando was so excited that he told his grid friends. sebastian vettel’s the one to basically cause chaos and said “yeah the two named their son after their ancestors.”]

[3rd: it became a recurring topic that would show up once in a while. we don’t like making a big deal out of it — our kids don’t need to have their legal papers be published or spread to the public because they are entitled to the privacy that they have now. though the two have been bragging about their names in front of a camera whenever they could. especially when their papa gets interviewed— oh god, they actually tell everyone their full name.]

[4th: “yes! i remember the press conference with him and the kids!” t: i was hoping that it wasn’t streamed live when they had that but what can i do? it’s already out there hahaha. they’re really proud of their name. “would you be willing to repeat what they introduce themselves as?” t: i might as well. so, their names are frederico hugo fernando patrick and reyna severina odette anastasia alonso staedtlander— don’t look at me like that. i know it’s long.]

tagged fernandoalo_oficial

liked by lance_stroll, estebanocon, amydumas

amydumas holy shiiii- more godbabies for aunt amy!! liked by thetrishalonso

thetrishalonso i carried them all for you to spoil them!

user1 what’s up with the names 🥲

user2 what are their nicknames?!!!

thetrishalonso tino and tiago 💕

user3 name inspo?!!

thetrishalonso rubén = rubens barrichello and michael = schumi ❤️

user3 IM IN LOVEEEEEE

lewishamilton oh my god you and rey are outnumbered 😂 liked by thetrishalonso

thetrishalonso there’s no need to point it out 😂

carlossainzjr cannot wait to see the chicos, beatrice!! liked by thetrishalonso

thetrishalonso hurry up, tiago’s waiting to meet his godfather for the first time 😉

estebanocon congratulations, trisha and fernando!! liked by thetrishalonso

user4 look at my bestie, getting noticed by the grid crush of the season

astonmartinf1 just found our drivers 1 and 2 for the 2041 wdc season 💚 liked by thetrishalonso

thetrishalonso freddy’s looking forward for the 2032 season 😂💚

astonmartinf1 he’s welcome to be lance’s no. 2 anytime!

fernandoalo_oficial estoy tan bendecido de tenerte a ti y a nuestros hijos 😍 i’m so blessed to have you and our kids liked by thetrishalonso

thetrishalonso thank you so much for your love, mi amor ❤️

[translation: i am so incredibly grateful for my wife and her strength to carry not just one, but four children that i am sure i will love and appreciate as long as i can breathe. freddy, rey, tino and tiago, you will always have a place in my heart. freddy, you are an incredible big brother to all your siblings, and i can't wait for you to make them feel proud when you start your career as a racing driver. reyna, you will always be the best girl in my eyes, don't let other people say otherwise, princess. tino and tiago, you are the miracles that your mom and i have been asking for for years and i am always glad that you have come into our lives as nothing but surprises.]

tagged thetrishalonso

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amydumas congrats alo!!! i’ve always known i trusted you with trish for good reasons 😉 liked by fernandoalo_oficial

lance_stroll look at tino! he’s just as handsome as his godfather 😎

fernandoalo_oficial eh, you’re not that handsome.

lance_stroll wOW MEAN

sevstaedtlander congratulations nando and trish! their cousins are excited to meet the two liked by fernandoalo_oficial

tillywolff aww 😍 much love from me and the whole pack! liked by fernandoalo_oficial

thetrishalonso thank you tils! we can’t wait to have a play date with the wolff cubs and have you and toto meet the twins!

danielricciardo man you’ve got some balls 🤣 congratulations on the twins, nando and thetrishalonso!

thetrishalonso thank you danny, i can’t wait for your little one to show up too. though word of advice: please don’t refer to the kids as “some balls” ever again 😭

maxverstappen1 me and sylvie are up for babysitting if you ask for it 😉

mickschumacher hell no, i’m watching the alos

charles_leclerc you guys are funny

landonorris the bigger alo kids literally love me. have you been considered a favourite by either? no? exactly.

lance_stroll bold of all of you to assume they’d even allow anyone to watch the kids

carlossainzjr you might be a favourite but me and lance_stroll are the godfathers. so, keep trying nonetheless 👍

[potionwine]

Thinking about Margrace as Joshua's name post-Phoenix Gate.

Mar-grace.

In FFXVI the Undying choose their own names (Cyril explains this in-game), and many of them have names drawn from Final Fantasy XII, including their leader 'Margrace' himself, from Al-Cid Margrace. The page for Al-Cid notes that Margrace is likely an alternate form of the title 'margrave', an old title for military commanders on the border.

That aside. This is the name chosen (by the boy himself?) for the boy who should have rightfully been known henceforth as 'Your Grace', 'His Grace'.

Grace (style of address), from the Oxford English Dictionary:

With a possessive adjective: a title of respect, esp. for a person of royal or noble rank. Frequently (in 'your Grace') as a form of address. Now archaic or historical. Formerly (in England until the reign of Henry VIII and in Scotland until 1707) used for a monarch or prince; now replaced by Majesty or Highness. Even so, "Majesty" for the sovereign of England was not used exclusively; it arbitrarily alternated with both "Highness" and "Grace", even in official documents, until "Majesty" finally became the official style to the exclusion of others (source).

Grace (other meanings):

1. Divine favour, benevolence, or providence bringing about worldly benefit or advantage. 2. A person's lot, destiny, or fate; luck, fortune. 3. The quality of being pleasing; attractiveness, charm; esp. (in later use) refined elegance of manner, expression, form, or movement, esp. regarded as natural or effortless; gracefulness.

Whatever the etymology of margrave, the name Margrace in-game is probably meant to call to mind the meaning of 'mar' as in damaged, spoiled, ruined. All the grace that ever belonged to his family, his home, his birthright—marred, of course.

Mar+Grace, the last heir of the oldest unbroken ruling dynasty in the Twins at the time of the opening events of the game**.

The living ghost, carrying the desecrated corpse of his legacy in his new name. Introducing himself by his humiliation: "Hello, I am Margrace", "Hello, I am the ruined dignity of my house." "Call me Margrace", "Call me the wreckage of one fallen from divine favour." "My name is Margrace", "My name is blemished fortunes and diminished nobility".

It's appropriately brutal and dramatic for such a character, especially since the game is frustratingly silent on how Joshua personally feels about the loss of his duchy which is a rant for next time.

**Footnotes:

In the Year 860 (Prologue year/Phoenix Gate), Rosaria is about 260 years old (est. Y600). Older, if you count from the time of the Rose Alliance (est. Y550). The Rosfields have been on the Rosarian throne since the inception of the duchy in Y600, and prior to that House Rosfield was already known to be the chief of/the preeminent house of the Seven High Houses that united to found the duchy. House Rosfield has held ruling power for 260-310 years at a minimum.

For reference, England's longest-reigning dynasty was the Plantagenets, who held on for 300+ years. Rosfields aren't doing half bad!

Veldemarke would have been older had it not been overthrown by Barnabas; therefore Waloed is the youngest nation state at the time of the prologue (only 17 years old). Also we do not know much about the governance of Veldemarke, although as a 'kingdom' it was likely some type of monarchy.

Sanbreque was formed 100 years after Rosaria, and at any rate is not actually a hereditary monarchy. The Holy Emperor is voted into office by his fellow Cardinals, likely the five who form the Council of Elders. We are also explicitly told that Sylvestre 'won his throne' in 865; there is no indication either way that his predecessor emperor was a Lesage. The wording suggests the throne is not Sylvestre's by lineage or birthright. How this is supposed to relate to the concept of Sanbreque having a 'crown prince' (Dion) is unclear and contradictory, since an emperor by election should probably not have the authority to unilaterally decide on the succession of the throne, and his issue—legitimate or no—should not automatically be in the line of succession.

Dhalmekia is a republic with elected officials.

The Iron Kingdom apparently has a royal family, but nothing else is known apart from it being impotent and sidelined by their state religion.

The Northern Tribes likely do have hereditary rule, and Jill is referred to as a princess, but once again little is known.

Ergo—and I am ceaseless in this propaganda—Clive and Joshua are really, properly posh! Absolutely baffling that Anabella would allow anyone to put down the pedigree of her sons when they are so blue-blooded precisely because she is! For someone with such entrenched ideas of blood purity she should not stand for it, no matter how she feels about her eldest.

[apenitentialprayer]

[God] is present with rational creatures in many different ways. With the good alone He is present […] so that He is with them by agreement of wills. While their wills are subject to justice and right reason, God does not disdain to will what they will, for their wills being conformed to His, they in a manner unite God to themselves. If God is thus present with all the saints, He is especially so with Mary, with whom He was so closely united as to have not only one will, but one flesh, for from His own Divine nature and from her virginal substance one Christ was made, who, sharing both natures, was at once the Son of God and the Son of the Virgin Mary.

Saint Bernard of Clairvaux (Missus Est, Sermon 3). Bolded line in the original Latin below:

Sed cum ita sed cum omnibus sanctis, specialiter tamen cum Maria: cum qua utique tanta ei consensio fuit, ut illiusnon solum voluntatem, Sed cum ita sed cum omnibus sanctis, specialiter tamen cum Maria: cum qua utique tanta ei consensio fuit, ut illiusnon solum voluntatem, sed etiam carnem sibi conjungeret.

Our Lady, Mediatrix of All Graces, by Fr. Lawrence Lew, O.P.

[arminsumi]

Currently suffering from a cold and would like to request prompt #4 with Eren x sick!fem!reader where Y/N caught a cold after returning from her vacation and Eren takes care of her/keeps her company so she’s not alone and help her get rid of the cold? Thank you so much! - 🌻

Hey Sunny of course! Hope you recover soon, and take lots of rest!

Honey Tea

Prompt 4 / E. Jaeger

"They take care of sick!Y/n"

You got sick but lectures still had to be endured. After one particularly long day, Eren took you back to his dorm to take care of you. Like a dummy, he got too close and ended up sick the next day.

Cws; fluff, sickness (flu), mentions medicine, a smidge of kissing, pre-est relationships (dating)

Notes; sick!fem!Y/n, college au

Rec ♫ : Like Real People Do

You had been complaining about your ailments while walking across the campus square to his dorm. He nodded and listened to you patiently, his eyes lifting from the pathway ahead of him occasionally to give you a tender look.

"And my throat is sore — it's all prickly — and I have a headache." You complained.

"Mhm." Eren hummed, listening as you went on.

"I just feel the worst..." You sniffled, "I hate being sick and having classes! Can your brother ever give us less work?"

"I know, I tell him all the time, his homework is overwhelming, but I think he's just a sadistic prick." Eren laughed in his deep, smooth voice.

He held your hand while entering the dorm complex, and ascended the stairs slowly with you since you had complained about feeling dizzy earlier. Eren was always attentive when it came to you, but especially when you weren't feeling well.

You reached the fourth floor and heaved a breath, and then found yourself a second later in front of the door leading into Eren's dorm.

"Why are humans so frail!" You cried dramatically, and Eren nearly giggled while thumbing the key into the lock.

He looked down at you tenderly, "You're so dramatic when you're sick, it's really cute." He said.

You pinched your eyes shut and coughed. Well, one cough ignited a whole fit, and so Eren hushed you into his bedroom with his hands soothingly over your shoulders.

He sat you down on his bed, pressed a kiss to your forehead, and then snaked over to the dorm's kitchenette to put on the kettle.

"What are you doing?" You whined impatiently, taking up a woefully sick position on his bed. You held your hand to your left eye in a tense manner.

"Making you some tea, baby."

You hummed, but it sounded characteristically sick. Every noise that escaped your lips or word that fell therefrom had that crackle about it, and Eren thought it was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard.

You could smell the honey and lemon scents mingling in the air where he stood, while he carefully poured hot water into a mug. It was that one dorky mug that you had gifted him some years ago.

Some sputtering coughs escaped your lips, and just before another fit came over you, Eren arrived at your side with a fresh tea in hand.

"Careful, it's hot." He warned, and handed it to you. He pressed his weight into the mattress, but only barely sat on the edge.

You pouted over the rim of the mug, feeling the steam drift across your face. Such a small thing was oddly relieving.

"Okay, you drink that, and stay right here; I'm gonna go get you some things at the convenience store." He said, and rose from his half-sitting position.

You let out a protesting noise, "But that's so far away." You said.

"I'll be really quick, I promise." Eren assured.

"Okay..." You frowned.

You set the mug down, since it was way too hot to even sip on.

Eren tugged the throw blanket from the bottom of the bed, and cast it over you. It was pleasantly weighted, and it smelled like him.

"Stay right here," Eren ordered gently, tucking the blanket around you while you giggled, "And wait for me, alright?" He said, and plucked a kiss from you.

"Don't kiss me you'll get sick!" You cried out.

"It's fine, I've got way better immunity than you." He smirked smugly.

"Yeah right!" You glared playfully, "Mister, you get sick aaall the time in winter."

He pressed another kiss to you.

"Mmrf." You mumbled against his lips, "You know I'm right."

"Mhm." He hummed, and pulled away. "You rest while I'm gone."

And with that he slid out the door and sped down four flights of stairs with his very spider-like legs. Anyone who paid him attention wondered what he was rushing for, but he just wanted to get back to his baby as soon as possible.

In the time he was gone, you buried yourself into his bed, and fell asleep. How could you not with such satiny cotton sheets?

Of course, the tea got cold.

Eren returned, and as soon as he saw you snoozing he smiled to himself. Seeing you comfortably curled up, slightly snoring, had his chest panging with tender affections.

He set down the convenience store bag at the edge of the bed, and kneeled at your side.

"Y/n," He gently cooed at your face to try and lure you out of dreamland, "Y/n, wakey-wakey, I've got your medicine."

"Hmmm?" You whined, feeling pulled back into the wakeful world by his warm voice.

"I got you cough drops, and tampons just in case, and tissues." He said, and when he said 'tissues' it was coincidentally comedic because your eyes had started watering.

"I had a dream of jelly fish, and they couldn't stop spinning," You spoke, talking about your dream while Eren grabbed the tissue box and tore it open (as Eren tears open literally everything).

Eren hummed responses and listened to you go on about your fishy dreams, and while he did he gently patted tissue paper at the corners of your eyes to soak up the tears.

Of course, your nose started running next. Eren started giggling for some reason, you know, in that way he does with his lips pressed together in a smile.

For the whole rest of the day, Eren tended to you caringly, never showing impatience or annoyance once in his tender eyes. When you coughed, you got a cough drop, and when you complained, he cuddled up next to you and listened.

"You're really gonna get sick if you stay so close." You sighed.

"No I won't." He said confidently, snuggling closer.

Well, that dummy got sick the very next day. He sniffled around his dorm with you, and the two of you broke down into giggles when you had sneezing or coughing fits at the same time.

[elexaria]

its 4am and im on my deathbed (i have a cold) so have this drabble i wrote of könig x my self insert, bunny ;)

“Häschen,” König finds himself murmuring quietly as he cups Bunny’s cheeks with his gloved hands, unable to stop himself from glancing down at her with softened eyes. She looks especially radiant this evening, the moonlight casting a veiled aura down on her crown— halo-like in nature. She’s a goddess.

“Ich kann mir diese Gefühle nicht länger verkneifen.” He confesses in a soft manner, his thumbs rasping gently at her plump cheeks. ‘I can’t deny myself of these feelings anymore.’

Those eight words make Bunny’s skin prick up and flush. Gefühle. Her eyes widen in surprise, though a small part of her knows this was a long time coming. “What are you trying to say?” She whispers quietly, her small hands resting gently on his wrists. Her eyes glisten under the moon’s glow, softening her feminine features as she looks up at the much taller Austrian man before her. He gruffly grunts down at her, both amused and … something else. His eyes, always mysterious and cold, are full of warmth in this moment.

“I care about you. More than I have ever allowed myself to care about someone else,” He rasps in admission, a weight seemingly lifted from his broad chest as he finally puts his feelings forward. His hands eventually drop from her cheeks, gently rubbing her shoulders in small circular motions. “And… I find myself wanting more of your time. I lie awake at night, and … I still have you on my mind.”

König’s words strike a chord in Bunny’s chest as he speaks so clearly, a haze floating around her as she cannot stop the smile that slowly spreads to her lips. In a state of shock, a small chuckle escapes from her throat— her eyebrows raised. “Do you have feelings for me?” She asks gently, tilting her head as she tries to meet his fleeting gaze. It’s obvious he’s flustered, the way he avoids meeting her soft eyes. With a small nod, König admits what’s been on his mind for so long, something he can no longer deny— his feelings for Bunny transcends the boundaries of teamwork and friendship.

“Oh, König…” Bunny coos quietly, reaching out to gently cup his cheek through the cloth of his sniper hood. Initially, he freezes— but he eventually warms up to her touch, allowing himself to rest his cheek to her delicate hand. For the first time in a very long time, the hardened Colonel allows himself to be vulnerable with someone else— and while it feels strange, he can’t help but appreciate the sensation of knots unfurling that sits in the pit of his stomach. “How long have you felt this way?” She whispers, her thumb gently grazing his cheek through his hood. Her lips are slightly pouted, feeling bad that he has bottled this up for so long.

König takes a moment to think, his stormy blue eyes flickering upwards. “Hmm,” He grumbles to himself, eyebrows scrunching together in thought. “I’d say… kurz vor unserem Treffen.” He nods, looking back down at Bunny with an earnest expression. ‘… close to when we met.’

Bunny beams at his words, though shaking her head with a quiet sigh— “I wish you told me sooner, Sturkopf.” She chuckles, playfully pinching his cheek between her pointer finger and her thumb. Stubborn-head. König gruffly chuckles, rolling his eyes as his hand gently splays around her delicate wrist. The tension in the air is palpable as he holds her wrist, looking down at her with a raw expression. “Est tut mir leid.” He murmurs, moving her hand to press a delicate kiss against her grazed knuckles. A soft sigh releases from Bunny’s chest, a flush on her cheeks at how raw and vulnerable he was being with her. It was a sight to see.

“You know how I feel, right?” Bunny whispers, moving her hand to cup his cheek once more. He grunts in response to her question, eyebrows furrowing as he slowly shakes his head. Idiot, Bunny can’t help but muse to herself. Leaning up to his height, Bunny’s arms wrap around his neck gently. Almost instinctively, König’s arms wrap around the small of her waist— large hands splayed across her sides. Bunny feels the gentle thump of König’s heart through their close touch, a sensation that she’ll cherish for as long as she lives. Their bodies are barely inches apart from one another, and though his face is concealed, Bunny knows that König’s lips are drawn in a small smile just from how his hood crinkles.

“Meinst du das ernst?” ‘Are you serious?’ Bunny chuckles, rolling her eyes at his response. “König, are you seriously telling me you never knew I had feelings for you despite finding time in my day to come visit you in your office? Hm?” She replies quietly, lolling her head to the side as she grins upon hearing him laugh. He rolls his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief at his unawareness. She had a point. From bringing him cups of black coffee, to late nights under the stars smoking with one another in silence, their time together was sacred and precious. Admittedly, it was always the highlight of his day whenever he got to see Bunny.

Leaning closer into him, Bunny’s eyes wrinkle with mirth as she chuckles once more “Schlaukopf.” She simply whispers, eyes flickering to meet his. The tension is palpable, brewing stronger and stronger with each passing moment. A strained grumble spills from underneath König’s sniper hood, before one of his large hands reaches up to lift the fabric— nestling it neatly over his head so that his face is now exposed. Bunny had only seen glimpses of his lips from time to time as she watched him take sips of his coffee, but this was the first time she had seen him entirely. It felt like all the air in her lungs had dissipated, her eyes widening as he exposes his face to her.

He was sculpted like a Germanic god— silver scars and light brown freckles adorned on his pale skin. Wry blonde stubble peppered his upper lip and jawline, not to mention the tufts of hair that stuck up in the air so wildly. He was gorgeous, nothing short of being akin to a sculpted marble figure. Bunny shakes her head in disbelief, not able to comprehend how long he had been concealing this beautiful face from her. “König…” She murmurs quietly as her hands delicately press to his face, her fingertips tracing over each crease and scar on his skin. Wordlessly, he finds herself gazing down at her lips, his heart beating a tune only for her. She fit so perfectly against his broad frame— he took it as a sign from God that she was made just for him, and him for her.

And just like that, their lips found each other. König’s large hand gently splays on the small of her back, while the other reaches up to cradle the back of her head. Eyes closed, hearts open to one another, in this moment they’re one and the same— hopelessly infatuated with each other. Parting for air after what feels like an eternity, their eyes glistening with a longing for more. König’s lips curl into a boyish grin, unable to stifle a small chuckle as he gazes down at Bunny. “Perhaps I should have said something sooner,” He mutters quietly against her lips, eliciting a quiet whisper of a laugh from her. Her giggle makes his heart flutter with warmth. “Perhaps.”

[athousandbyeol]

tagged by @itsmelb thank you so much for this <3

(i'm sorry but this will be quite long…)

Favorite Thai BL:

♡ 1000 stars ♡ bad buddy ♡ history 2: crossing the line ♡ history 3: trapped ♡ history 3: make our days count ♡ vice versa ♡ never let me go ♡ moonlight chicken ♡ 180 degrees longitude passes through us ♡ a boss and a babe ♡ the new employee ♡ cherry magic jpn & th ♡ old-fashioned cupcake ♡ be my favourite ♡ last twilight ♡ love for love's sake ♡ the on1y one

Favorite Pairing:

♡ forcebook ♡ jimmysea ♡ earthmix ♡ pondphuwin ♡ williamest

Most underrated actor:

♡ book kasidet I think p'book has great control over his characters. he adds variety and little details to his characters, especially in their mannerisms and voice projection. his acting is dynamic and compliments p'force's subtleness the best. i think p'book is a wonderful actor that hasn't unleashed his fullest potential. i love him as cher because he did the character justice without overdoing it. he found the balance and became the perfect cher in my opinion. but I have a good feeling about him as botphleng for his upcoming series (melody of secrets). i think he'll surprise many of us as botphleng <3

♡ force jiratchapong p'force is really unique. i think people often overlook his dedication to making the characters his own. i never see p'force in his characters—all I see is they're existing as separate individuals. p'force really thrives at microexpressions. it's such a gem to witness the twists and turns of his expressions. i adore him as top tanin. it's still his best performance yet (in my opinion). p'force is also good at voice projection and its dynamics. I'm also so excited to see how he portrays tankhun in MOS. i know by heart he'll be amazing.

♡ earth pirapat I've seen p'earth for the longest of time and I'm honestly a bit saddened of how underrated he is still as an actor :( he aces in telling stories through his eyes. it gets me every time T_T I love the tenderness of his acting style. and his voice is really heavenly :( but I have high hopes that we'll be seeing another side of him in only friends: dream on. it's going to be another pleasant surprise for us.

♡ est supha I know est is still new, but this guy! he acts with his eyes and I'm always, always, a goner for actors like him! i have only seen him in thamepo, so I'm not qualified to judge his acting skill as a whole. but from what I see, est is very eloquent at expressing his emotions through expression and gestures. i saw so many wonderful things in his acting as po pawat—ep 1 and ep 4 are some of his best performances yet. and est is such a method actor, in my opinion! he embodied po's mannerisms so well that I genuinely believe no one could be the perfect po but est. po pawat wouldn't be the same if est supha isn't the actor :(

♡ gawin caskey my man!!! his range! everything about gawin's acting… i honestly can explain just how much I adore this all-rounder! i especially love his chemistry with first in not me. it was explosive! i still have hopes to see them in a series together… he's just so good T_T he's like a sponge. he absorbs his co-stars' energy so well, but still shine on his own!

♡ jimmy jitaraphol p'jim, another actor who acts with their eyes. i personally love p'jim's voice control the most. and he also compliments sea so much in all aspects. they're really a perfect partner. i just adore p'jim's dedication to acting. and I want to applaud him for his performance as mork in last twilight. he really embodied the selfless, gentle, kind and understanding mork so, so well. he deserves a lot more praise for his acting really :(

Favorite Character:

♡ phupha viriyanon ♡ pat napat ♡ akk itsara ♡ palm pannakorn ♡ li ming loetphong ♡ cher saran ♡ gungawin ♡ mork (last twilight) ♡ tae myungha ♡ phoom (peaceful property ep 7) ♡ jiang tian ♡ po pawat

Favorite Side Character:

♡ jack, thi, zo, tub (a boss and a babe) ♡ phojai (last twilight) ♡ gao tianyang (the on1y one) ♡ po and sand (perfect 10 liners)

Favorite Scene in a BL:

there's too many T_T i don't think I can list them all.....

Favorite line in a BL:

oh my God… i have so many T_T but some that I can vividly recall: ♡ "you're back?" / "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long." (phoomvicha/peaceful property ep 7) ♡ "just leave it to the future. right now I just… i want you to be sure that I'll make you happy." (topmew/only friends) ♡ "i don't think you'd remember me." / "that's because you were different from others." (thamepo) ♡ "can i kiss you? kiss you as your enchanté? kiss you as someone who likes you." (akktheo/enchante) ♡ "so, do you think i'm invading your world right now, or are you invading mine?" (tianwang/the on1y one) ♡ "cher, from now onward, don't let anyone else ruin our relationship. the only thing allowed to change us is that you no longer love me." (guncher/abaab)

Most anticipated BL (& why):

♡ goddess bless you from death (pavelpooh) I fell in love at first sight and I knew by heart this would be an interesting drama! also, because I'm a fan of horror and mystery (with a dash of romance) this is very flavourful to me ;) can't wait for this!

♡ melody of secrets (forcebook) I've been manifesting for forcebook to be in an aged-up and mature setting for as long as I can remember. i can't believe I'm getting psychological thriller, mystery and romance with forcebook this year! i can't wait for this really T_T so excited to see forcebook's acting from another spectrum \o/

♡ ticket to heaven a p'aof x geminifourth comeback!!! i just know this will be deliciously painful and beautiful! i can't wait to see gemfourth because I miss watching them so much (my last drama with them was mlc…) can't wait!

Healthiest relationship in a BL:

in my opinion, it's gun and cher (abaab) and thame and po (thamepo) <3

Most toxic relationship in a BL:

oh… i hate topboston with all my life (even though I know they aren't exactly a pair… but I just hate them together so so much T_T). vegaspete…? very morally ambiguous…

Guilty pleasure series:

♡ a boss and a babe (I watch it whenever I miss forcebook and want some comfort t_t) ♡ peaceful property ep 7 (I love making myself sad when I think of phoomvicha) ♡ dangerous romance (I watch it sometimes whenever I miss perthchimon…) ♡ semantic error - animated version (this version is quite spicier than the live version hahahaha) ♡ lovely writer (I sometimes miss gene and nubsib… hehe)

i'm tagging @treasurebook and @tipsyjaehyun because i also am curious about their favourite shows hehehe (but it's ok if you don't do this). thanks again for the tag! <3

[shsenhaji]

Les Misérables - 1.1.4 - Les oeuvres semblables aux paroles

So, I didn't post anything yesterday, partly because I was too busy, and because I didn't have much to say about 1.1.3 - except that it was surprisingly short and that I totally didn't remember Victor Hugo directly comparing Myriel to Jesus Christ in actions and manner.

However, for today's chapter I do have Thoughts.

First thought: The French chapter title seems more meaningful and packs more of a punch than the English version.

Second thought: There were a few parts I didn't remember, including the trial of the man who made counterfeit money. Myriel's position of asking who judges the judge was pretty cool, and once again it's nice to see how his ideals ties into Jean Valjean and predisposes Myriel to act the way he does.

As my friend said in reply to my thoughts, "It's a really powerful setup for everything that comes later, for sure."

Third thought: For whatever reason, the narrator's tangent on the guillotine and the scaffold was a bit abrupt. The change from the past tense, describing Myriel, to a present-tense meditation on the guillotine took me by surprise, even though I like the book's conceit of a narrator describing past events while also expounding on things in the present sense, and that's one of the parts I enjoyed most last year. Perhaps it's the audiobook version that made a difference, or the French, but either way, I was taken a bit aback at that part. I guess I'll see how I feel as I continue to read. I do respect that Myriel (and the narrator/our friend Victor Hugo) is against the death penalty.

Fourth thought: the ending was both abrupt, a bit like the transitions between the scenes of Myriel's "oeuvres," but also sweet and quite touching.

Fifth thought: While I understanding what he's saying, I don't love this passage: "

« L’homme a sur lui la chair, qui est tout à la fois son fardeau et sa tentation. Il la traîne et lui cède.

« Il doit la surveiller, la contenir, la réprimer, et ne lui obéir qu’à la dernière extrémité. Dans cette obéissance-là, il peut encore y avoir de la faute ; mais la faute, ainsi faite, est vénielle. C’est une chute, mais une chute sur les genoux, qui peut s’achever en prière."

This sense of the flesh being burden and temptation, and always having to repress it... Especially the wording in original French sounded too preachy in a negative way; as in, our selves and desires are inherently wrong, and we have to watch ourselves all the time? In some ways, we do; we have to decide what our actions will be, regardless of initial impulses.

I do love how Myriel considers himself to be an ex-sinner, however. It says a lot about his past (which we don't know a lot about) and about his beliefs and actions.

Sixth thought: I really appreciated how Myriel in a way does realize that the actions of the poor and the "misérables" are not always their fault, though he specifically blames the fathers and husbands and the masters and the rich and the wise. However, the little aside at the end of that section, where the narrator tells us that Myriel's views are strange and sketchy, but that he probably got it from the Gospel, was both depressing and hilarious.

Final thought: "Le fantôme de la justice sociale l’obsédait." ("The phantom of social justice tormented him.") That line, when Myriel is grappling with his newfound crisis of faith regarding the practice of execution by the state - that hit me hard. In a way, it almost summed up a lot of the book's themes in really poetic way. The ghost of social justice. What so many characters grapple with or are forced to face, the ghost of old wrongs always coming back to haunt the present, the ever-present and oppressive forces so eloquently laid out in the preface...

[mossyscavern]

An old what now..?

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“¡¿Él hizo qué?! ¡¿Este idiota hizo qué?!”

Is what Tom heard from the redhead before things took a turn. He wasn’t even paying attention until Sam started going off while speaking in words he doesn’t understand.

“¡¿Que estabas pensando, Meterme con los no-muertos?! ¡¿De verdad?!” Every word he says it gets more confusing, more concerning and…

It’s scary. Very scary… but intriguing, especially when Travis backs into the old couch. Said boy becoming more and more scared of the redhead.

“¡¡Eres un idiota estúpido, un humano sin cerebro, un maldito pedazo de mierda inculto!! ¡¡Nunca deberías meterte con los muertos alguna vez en tu vida!! Follando…” sam trailed off. Taking a deep breath, then sighed.

“I Really need some space.” He spoke, normally this time before storming off to the well. Leaving all 6 to their thoughts about the situation.

“Alright, I bite… tHE ACTUAL HELL!! Was that?!” Tim asked, sounding confused. “I don’t know, but my heart’s pounding.” Tom told him, clutching his torn tie. “… you don’t have a heart beat.” He reminded him. “Exactly.” He said.

“Travis? Benny? You ok??” Lilian asked, said both boys looked shocked beyond their words. “… is Sam possessed?” Benny asked, bringing out his cross.

“N-no, he’s jUsT-.. just mad.” Travis said, shaking still as he stood up from the couch. “You sure you’re shaking.” Caleb pointed out, watching the teen’s legs.

“I-I’ll be fine, just note. Never piss off a Latino.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck in an awkward manner. “… a what now?!” Tim asked.

“Latino, a guy who speaks Spanish, I-it’s a language English speakers don’t understand.” Travis told them, hoping it makes sense to the ghost kids of the 1920’s.

“Are you sure he isn’t possessed?” Benny asked. “… how can Sam get possessed?!” Travis asked, annoyed at Benny’s assumption with what happened. “You’d be surprised.” “HE’S ALREADY DEAD!”

Travis yelled. A bit later it started a huge fight between the four siblings and Travis. Tom looked away from the scene, towards where Sam went. Nervously contemplating.

On one hand he wanted to leave, look for the redhead and get answers as to what made Sam go ‘Latino’ on Travis… on the other hand he didn’t want to intrude… but the fighting and curiosity was making him chose the first, but he doesn’t want to upset Sam any further…

With how loud the five are and with no choice he limped towards the well, leaving his siblings and Travis to fight about their opinions on the redhead.

‘I hope he’s not too angry… like how she was.’

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To be fair, I wanted to continue what I’ve left off with old language habits…

Except in 3rd p.o.v… originally I wanted to put it as Tom’s p.o.v cause in canon he has his troubles with trying to communicate because his neck is broken.

Plus, who better to partially understand yet don’t have a clue about the situation at the same time then Tom weaver, why?

… because I want to.

[slenbee]

can i hear some about your ocs? 👀

-vibrates excitedly-

Hello!! Yes!! I'm on mobile browser so this might take a while LOL.

Its 11:35pm est as I start so let's go oooooo.

-My oldest and first oc was a character I made in the 8th grade of middleschool (out of 12 in USA schools). As corny as she was, her name was Angel and she was... a vampire. Yes, very Buffy inspired lol. Your typical blonde haired blue eyed kick ass oc who was also a vampire and demon hunter. I wrote her into a devil may cry 3 fanfic on paper that was 15 pages long. I still have this paper in a plastic tote behind my bed. :') I still rp her with my best friend of 18 years who I met online, Jimmy, but only in name and appearance sense.

She is like a self insert for any Fandom rp as a pokemon trainer, digimon tamer, monster hunter, demon slayer, you get the idea.

-My second oc is ever made and still have a soft spot for is Izekiel. I also made him in the early 2000s, 2008 to be exact! He's a being from the realm of shadows where all creatures start out as like tiny wisps with no sentience or control that consume their own kind to grow stronger and evolve. He eventually grew and developed sentience over thousands of years, able to take and hold a solid form, and even cross into the mortal plane via shadow.

He also sorta looks like a homestuck troll... and that WAS NOT intententional. I've never even read homestuck. xD.

Heres some pictures via his rprepository page:

I've had a lot of other ocs I've made and gotten rid of between 2008 and now I've forgotten about, so it's hard to remember who came next....

-I rp'd my own version of loki both mcu versions and aus, from like... 2016>2022. A lot of rps or fics I've done are on my Ao3!

-I made my own vlad/dracula as well! Visually based off of the dracula from Dracula II: Ascension (one of my favorite movies) with my own backstory.

ill talk about Slendy another time, I don't really rp them lol.

-I have Null (they/them) who I made last year, who is a forest spirit who absorbed the remains of a fallen adventurer and took in their sentience and thus took over the skeletal remains. Roots and vines keeping bones together while their essence inhabitants it. They wear a shaggy cloak and use a walking stick. They also have the demeanor and mannerisms of an elderly grandparent, moving through the mortal realm peddling tea and exotic berries or fruits. In their forest realm they can use magic to return to (think dnd and moving across long distaces with trees) they have a small cottage and some gardens.

They also house honey bees in their rib cage sometimes and other displaced insects or small animals lol.

-I've got Nux (he/him), my 4 foot tall doxie treasure hunter who I based off of my dog Tony. :3 He's got a deep southern voice and is very kind and courteous, especially around women. He wears a treasure hunters hat often and will tip it like a cow boy hat essentially. He's very much a short king (in a good way) with a heart of gold, and is my comfort character because I love my dog so much. ♥

I've got other minor ones I dont rp much as well which can be found here:

Thank you for the ask anon!

Disclaimer below before people come into my asks to start shit.

Yes, there -are- a couple Ai references on some of the newer characters on my character list. But they are just that. -References- for private and personal use. I do not claim them as my own or to have 'made' them. They are reference images until I can get the money to commission artwork from real artists as I -have- done on some characters already like Heroine.

I know and am aware of the environmental impact. How some big ones scraped peoples art. But again, please remember, this was for personal and private use. Me sharing this information with everyone in an ask about my oc blorbos now isn't a reason for anyone to suddenly come throw hate at me for turning my irl dog into the furry equivilent of a 4 foot treasure hunter.

If i used someone else's furry art as a reference, I'd get hate.

If I use ai as a reference, I'd get hate.

Its a lose lose either way, at least from how I see it.

Just.. please don't hate. It's now 12:25am and I'm tired lol.

[yourheart-inmyhands]

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[qyuoza]

Restless (Choi Beomgyu) teaser.

“Well Luna, you already know how much I talk about him and it’s no surprise”

Release Date: Early July

Genre: Fluff, Crack

Prompt: Beomgyu gets locked out of their house while their family is gone, so they spend the night at Y/n's place.

Pairing: Beomgyu x afab!reader

Synopsis: After a week of traveling for school, Beomgyu was ready to get home and crash onto his bed for the weekend. The problem? He was locked out for the night as his parents and brother had gone to visit their relatives on short notice, so he turned to his only option, you.

Est. wc: 7k-8k words?

Note: My current wip that I will eventually finish. I decided to try something new and make teasers, just to get a feel if I should continue making them for anything new I might publish on this blog.

When the elevator dinged, indicating that he had arrived, Beomgyu eagerly stepped out and headed for the door of his family’s apartment. Instead of him being able to open it easily with the password, the lock buzzes and the sound makes Beomgyu frown in confusion. Did his family really decide to change the house code while he was away?

As Beomgyu was about to try one more time, his brother had texted him about how they had gone to see family and forgot he would arrive that day, adding that wouldn’t be back until the next morning. Seeing this, Beomgyu then runs a hand through his hair and huffs. He was so ready to get the rest he badly needed until an idea had come to mind.

Beomgyu turns towards the apartment next to his family’s and grins, you were probably home right? The girl who was his age, living alone next to his family, probably wouldn’t have many places to be at, so he tries the last bit of his luck.

You hear your doorbell ring and wonder who would be at your door late into the evening. As per your paranoid self, you bring a knife to the door, being a girl and living alone with her cat wasn’t exactly the ideal situation to be in, especially at this hour.

You hesitantly peek into your peephole and your jaw falls slack as you struggle to open the door. What the hell was Beomgyu doing at your doorstep? You thought his family would be at home like usual, the Choi family never really went anywhere and would often invite you over so this definitely came as a surprise.

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