#gift of the sun fanfiction

[gob-hob]

Gift of the Sun - Chapter 6

Pairing: Elga'nan x Rook Rating: Explicit

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[scarredlove]

I've... weirdly started to do lil' Fanfic Headshot series - But don't have enough for the remainder of the space of my next instalment... Almost caught up with 'Dial-Tone Demon'

So any recommendations, whether it be asks for comments, for fanfics (Preferably Sun/Moon/Eclipse X Y/N) would be massively appreciated! Thank you for your time!

You can also see what stories I have read from the previous pages below:

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

[misdemeanor1331]

On days where you need your faith in the fandom restored, there's always someone to deliver. For me, this person was @archerists, who hand-bound this copy of the (Mis)Fortune and Glory series - The Search for the Sun Disc, Mirror of Vengeance, and Let Icons Be Bygones.

The care she put into every inch of this is extraordinary - the stunning cover, the title page with the Indiana Jones-esque font, the gold disc designs, the whip section separators... It's simply perfection from cover to cover!!

Thank you so much for this amazing gift!! Please give her some love and go check her out on Insta @archeristbindery!!

(Also, compelled to add: No money was exchanged for this bind. This was a generous gift of time, resources, and energy! 💖)

[spiced-ciderr]

HI. @crees-a

HELLO. It’s me your dca secret skeleton. I am. Super duper late but we just had a death in the family so things have been WILD.

ANYWAYS. I saw you liked romantic stuff but I kept scrapping those ideas because it was just not writing right and I honestly didn’t have a very good plot idea to begin with buuuuut —

In spirit of Halloween (yes it’s still Halloween what do you mean it’s November 19th) i gift youuuuu A SPOOKY / MILDLY ANGSTY DCA ONE SHOT THING. it’s the best I could do at the moment so I do hope you like it. thank you for your patience!!!!!

(i also dropped a dca fic MASTERLIST for you because i wasn’t able to write a good romantic one shot 😭🫶))

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It had been so, so long since the daycare was open. After the incident almost a year ago

(Cameron Bryce, Age 8, sustained severe trauma to the base of the cranium, resulting in 4 emergency surgeries, a concussion so severe he wouldn’t wake up and parents filing a lawsuit against Fazbear Ent.)

it had been quiet. Too quiet. He missed the noise, as crazy as it seemed. He missed the footsteps, the echoes of his name being called out from the lips of the little ones he grew to care for so deeply. He missed the stares he’d get from parents during pickups or dropoffs, and he missed the subtle glares from passer-bys or employees that hated him for no other reason than to hate.

“Don’t hate, Sunny.” She’d said. Miss Ruby was nice. He liked her. Even if she didn’t like Moonie.

"No matter what you see, how angry you become, don't hate. Even if justified, hate only destroys. Doesn't bring justice. Won't fix what's wrong.” she’d told him.

“Hate'll destroy you. Eats away. Becomes part of you. Changes you. Eventually you become what you hate."

Sunny tried his hardest not to hate. He tried not to hate the coworkers that sent him to Part’s and Services. He tried not to hate when they’d strap him and Moon to that awful table. When they’d poke and prod at them, ignoring their pleas. When they’d administer those icky shocks that hurt and stung and burnburnburnburnBURNS- IT BURNS- until he couldn’t think anymore. Until he couldn’t move. Until Moonie came out. Sunny tried not to think of those times. He didn’t like hurting people, honest! He wasn’t a- a rulebreaker! No no no no no. Sunny followed the rules. Sunny was good.

But Sundrop missed it. He missed it all. Well, maybe not the torture-’We could definitely go without the shocks,’- but he missed it. He missed he daycare, he missed the children, he missed his job. He was CREATED for this, for heavens’ sake!

But he held out hope. ‘Soon.’ he thought. “Soonsoonsoon!! The kids’ll be back in NO TIME! I just know it!’

(Charlie Jo, Age 6, broken ribcage, punctured lung and severe hemorrhaging to the neck and surrounding areas)

“C-Clean up! Clean up, clean up, CLEAN UP!!” Sunny frantically ran back and forth throughout the daycare. Everything, EVERYTHING had to be perfect for when the kids came back!! And he’d make sure it would be.

‘Sun. Sunny. Stop. It’s already been a year. The daycare isn’t reopening.’ He pointedly ignored the deep voice echoing in the recesses of his mind. He hadn’t heard from his brother in sosososo long. But that’s okay! All that matters was the kids. The kids. ALL that matters is getting the daycare open again, all that matters is making sure the children are SAFE and SOUND! Naptime would be suspended, yesyes.

‘Methinks you talk too much.’

“Did I say that outloud?” Sunny asked the empty room. “Oopsie.”

‘You’re being ridiculous, Sun.’

“Am not!”

‘Are too.’

“Am not!!”

‘Are too!’

“UGH! You are such a MEANIE, Moon!!” Sunny spoke, exasperated. “You KNOW the daycare has to be in TIPPY-TOP SHAPE for the kiddos! Everything has to be super-duper clean and ready!” Sundrop justified, sanitizing the ballpit the fourth time that day.

It was always the same. Charge, clean, clean, charge, clean again, charge maybe, and clean all night.

The lights ALWAYS had to stay on. Never was there an exception. Even with nobody inhabiting the daycare except for the twins.

(Jamie Poisson. Age 9. Fractured skull. Severe spinal injuries. Cause of Death: blunt-force trauma to the head. Almost as if the child had been ḑ̴̦̰̠̭͚̪̦̺̺̻̝̬̺̳͐̆̓͆̓̈́̊̓̔͠r̸͉̤̻͓̈́̓͑͆̆̓̈́̽̈́͂̐͝o̴̟͇̾̌p̶̢̤͚͇͍̟͉͂̄̂̆͒͌̐̐͂̾͆̀͐͘̕p̸̨̼͕̠̦͍͙̥̗̈́̇ͅḙ̷̢̛̖͙͕̭̤͙͍̬̹̱̻͂́̀͒̂̿́̈́̒͑͗̔̈́͘d̵͖̗͍̩̹͈̰̠̟̂̌͂͗́͘ Large abominable gashes. M̴̢͖̰̙̫͇̬̙̜͖̼̬̓̾̎̾̊͑ȕ̶̢̪̠͙͙͗m̸̢̙͖̹̯͈̯̹͖̯̱̑͊͛́̀͒̆̄͛̈͐̿̕m̴̡̥͎̞̯̯̼̤̪͂̋ỳ̶̻̻͉͔̝̱̟̜̗͕̖̪?̵͖̩̥̹̞͒̉́̈́͐ ̶̧̧̤͕̫͎͚͗̄̈́̏͒̐̋͋͘ͅW̴̧̹̼̞̞͔͖͙̠̠͉̒̍͒̾̊͑͊̋̕̚ḧ̵̡̨̭̝̥̗̥̥̮̖̤͐̀̍ͅe̷̡̠̫̯̦̖͈͍̜̽̈́̏͂̇̅͌̃̕ṙ̶̤̒̊̑̀̏̏̊̒̂̚ȩ̵̨̧̧̱̺͈̰̞͖͉̫̙̌̔͛͌́̅̈̽̇̀͋͌͘ ̶̭̓͑̔͂̆͊̀̒̉͆̍́a̶̢̢̧͈̖̳̩͔̘̥̩͚̜̺̍͂̎͑̑̒̄̌ͅr̴̢̙̞͇̝̪̥̹̙̂͠ȅ̸͈͔̭̰̳̳̗̱̅̃͊̕͜ ̸̻̭͎̹͖͌̐̑͛̍̏̅̄̔̈̿͝͠y̶̡̛̤̮̞̮̪̝̦̹͎̦͝ͅồ̴̦͚͙̠̙̥̝͇̳̫͆̄͜ů̵͍̼̳͇̿̃̈̉̂́̃̿̈̆̽̋̚?̶̢̨͙͚͑̓͆̀̃̈́̂̀

Ṁ̸͖̲̰̱̩̫̤̭̖̫̪̀͐̀͐̒͆̎̿̅̕͝ŕ̸̜͙̓̃͋̐̐̍̒͒͗̕.̶̢̢̨̦͍̲̮̣̮̜̌̈́̆͆̀̅͜ͅ ̴̘̩͔͈̣̙̻̱̞̩͕̎͜͝M̸̞͌̋̾̆̃̒̎̈́̕͘o̸̧̨̬͙̫̞̥̱͍͓̤̍̚͜ơ̴̹̝̏͒͛̀͐͋͐̅͗̐̉͜͠n̶̨̝͚̝̥̠̘͔̖̪̭̩̣͉̿̓͒͐̐̉͘̚͜͝͝͝?̷̟̲͙̩̬̱̳̌̈́́͛͐̇ͅ ̶̱̠̞̈̊̈̆͊̐̑̌̓̓̈́͜Ẃ̶̛̳̉̐̽́͆̍͗̐̚-̵̨̺̠͔͔͖̬͕̩̙̦̻̘̏̌̈́͜͠͝͝ͅW̴͕̪̣̹̍́̚h̴̹͕̓̂͂͌̽̄a̸̠̓t̸̝̖̝̗̍̈́͘ ̴͍͚̩̳̹͉̲̂̓̈̇́̍͝͝a̶͓̯͔̟̪̜͓͕̰̖̜̠͔̿̇̾̊̒̈́̅̃̏́͜͠r̴̬͍̾͆̾̆̑͊͌͝e̶̛̹̦̹̰̜̝̰̮̐̊̊̑̊ ̴̣̙͖̹̮̭̦̌͊̓͂͗͗̀̈͑ͅy̷̧̩̤̫̫̤͙̮͎̪̥͍̮̯̐̀̐̓̅́͑̋̍͋͑̏͑̒͠ͅo̵̪̝̟̅͑̃ͅṳ̸̟̠̘̖͚́͋͑́̀̍́͊̈́ ̸̢̬̻̘̫̼̈́͐͆́d̸͙̖͕̩̦̓͋̎ͅo̵͚̤͈̪̗̐͊ͅį̵̲̘̝͈̜͈̗̎ņ̸̢̲̹͂̄̿̆̾̈́̀͆͝ģ̸̗̞̟̲̞̏̃́̀̃͗͆́͒?̸͖̭͉͚́͗͑͋̑͋̏̒ ̸͉̤̖͉̤͍̭͆̍͐͛Ơ̸͚̼̦̞̱͚̜͙̇̍̓͗̊̇̓̆͝u̴̱̪̦̅̽̂̅̆̂̑͆̌͜ç̸͍͍̘̬̦̬͍̙͚̝͔͂̒̊̌͂́͑̏̈́̈́̅̆̏̒̉͜h̴̛̛͓̝͗͑͆̅̉̑͑͐̀̅͋̈̚!̷̨̝̱̞̗͖͓͚̱̊̓͝ ̶̡̨̦̘̺̹̝̯͈̤̝̍͛͆̀̃͘̕ͅT̵̢̝͉̱̲̼̭̼͇̤̞̀̄̏̎̈́͐̌̿̐̈́͒̈́͐̚͝ḩ̵͍̩̺̪̜̿̉̍́ą̷̢̢͙̬̥̬̱͕͔̰̜̙̘̎t̶̛̰͍̜̝̞̖͍͖̞̂̌͂͆͆̀̈̎̔̂͘ͅ ̴̧͚̪̤͈͈͖͓͕̣̗̩̓̀́̈͂͐̑̓͛̂͛̒ͅh̵̗͉̹̞͍͍͙̱̖͒̈́̄͒͛̌̇̉͑̃̄̐̉͐̕ų̴̤͍̬̼̝̥̺͎̣͐͛̍̈̒͊̏͝ͅr̷̯̤̜͍̘̘̳̉͑͋̓̏̎͠ͅt̶̡̧̡̹͈̻͚̻̤͇͈͔̮̅͆͌̆̅̋̅͑͊̿̏̾s̷̡̛̺̜̤̰͓͉̙̼͋͂̍͐̎̈́̒̓̉͒̕̕-̴̮͂̑̍̏̉̈́̽̈́͑̇̚ ̴̙͠

‘..unny! ‘

‘..drop..!’

‘SUNNY!’

Sundrop’s voice box spurted, almost like a gasp. He flinched hard, landing backwards and onto the floor of their room. His fans whirred, rays spinning at unreasonable speeds. “Go away, goawaygoawaygoaway-” His voice box whined, not unlike a sob. The kids weren’t coming back. He knew that. But it hurt. It hurt too much. Sundrop pressed his knees to his chest, curling in on himself. ‘Sun. You’re okay, okay? Remember what Hedwig said?’ Moon spoke softly.

Sunny sniffed.

“N-Not to call her that?” Moon snickered. ‘No, the other thing.’

“Right. I-It’s okay to not feel okay sometimes.”

‘Exactly. Things will work out on their own, you dummy.’

“Hey! Name-calling isn’t allowed~!”

‘Dummy. Idiot. Nada intelligente.’

“I’m rubber, you’re glue! Everything you say bounces off me and sticks to you!” Sundrop rehearsed in a sing-song voice.

It was then he heard it; the ballpit! Someone was in the ballpit! Crawling to the balcony, Sun glanced over the edge to see- a kid! A Child!! A real life, super duper uber squishy new best friend! Finally, Sunny had a purpose again.

----

“Rule breaker, rulebreaker! You are BANNED from the daycare!!” Sunny’s words rang in his mind. “Do..didja think I was too hard on him?” Sun murmured, sitting at one of the kiddie tables, crayon in hand as he doodled. Him, Moon, and Ģ̶͇͔̞͓̘̳̙̱͇̟͎̞̦̐̇̃̈̿̈́̃̆̚r̵̻̫̊̑̐̒̄̍͝͝͠͝é̶̳͈̭͔̼͌̓̈́̅̄̋̎͋̐͑̒̚͘g̸̹̟̻̫̙̠̯̑͑̏͌͊̒͠ơ̶̡̙͆͗̀̓̊̀̈́̍͘͜͜r̵̛̛̞̙̺̥̲̻̲̖̣̺̦͋̈́̈́̏̎͂y̵̡̗̦̮̰͖̣̬̥͉̐́͜ͅ,

‘I think that little Ṛ̴̢̟͔̹̣͚̙͈̻̪̳͖͒͌̾̅͛̿͝ͅU̶̡͔̯͛̃̾͑̀L̸̨̛̓̎͐Ę̷̫͉͚͂̑̌͐̈͌͝B̵̡̛̦̹͕͔̹̺͉̟͇̝͎̽́̓́͛̀͜R̴̡̛͎͕̟̭̼͙̣̮͍͖̊̂̾̋̏͜E̶͉̼̒͒̎̎̏͋̿̚̚Ą̷̛̣̪͙͙̖̱͙̟̩̦̟͕̉͗͒̓̽̓͑͜ͅḰ̶̩̮̣́̽̐̈́̓͐̋̽̈́̅̄͝E̴̢̨̮̦̞͚͉̤̱͚̤͊ͅR̸̛̫͕͕̆̀͂̀̐̏͝ got what he deserved.’

Sunny hummed in response, dropping the crayon. He was tired.

‘..I’m sorry Sun.’

“I know.”

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Moon sat on the edge of the balcony, kicking his feet gently. The power had gone out, Vanessa was dead--as was most of the other staff:--and for the first time in almost two years, he was virus free. His eyes shifted to the large wooden door across the daycare, which was currently ablaze. Flames licked the sides of the walls, climbing further and further up towards the ceiling as smoke billowed around them.

“Do- Do you think we’ll see them again? The children?”

“..glitter glue.” Moon responded.

“Wha…what?”

“Glitter glue. This-” he rasped, clawing at his faceplate as he laughed almost manically. “This- This situation is stickier than ģ̷͉͖̩̺͕̝̰̦̮̺̼̔̓́́̽̓̈́͗̓̂̎̽ͅ-̷̜̳̰̗̻̪̋̒̊̐̒͝g̶̢̨̲̩͌͂̂͑͊͊̈́̽͐̐̀͘̚-̶̹̜͕͖̪̤͖̜̰͖̞̦̒̂́͋́̏ģ̶̢̡̣̪͚͔̻̠̤́̊̒͊̈́ͅ��̩l̴̢̻̦̞̑̃̀͌̔́͝i̸̧̢̮̻̠̭̺͕̞͚͓̯̽̑͗̉̈́̈́̌͝ͅt̵̨̳̘̳͗̽̃͋́̅t̵͈͍̪̲͚̮̫̬̠͕͔̦͚̉̈́͊͐̓̐̓̉̎̑̚e̷̢̝͕͉̭͓̦̥̙̬͎̠̟͗̀̿̆̈́́̈̋̏̅͘͠ͅr̵͈̫͔̝̲͍̼̿̑̇̈́͊̿̚͠ ̶̨̧̡̛̺̯͈̦̩͈̠͈̣͕́͌͂̑̓̂ͅͅġ̶̭̥̙̳̥̱̖̅̍͑̾͋̓͑͘͠l̴̢͇̹̦̜̹̣̙̤̺̣̺̖̝̳̿̒̔͋̈̿̀̕͝ű̶͍̜͔̓́̆̀̏̎̐̀́̈́̂́͘ẻ̵̯̰̪̳̠̤͕͚̥͉̺̲̎ ̴̛̫͕̎̇͌́̈́͌̓͝/ “

“Are we going to die?”

“Death is a concept, Sunny.”

“I don’t want to die, Moonie.”

“...I know, Sun.” Moon’s gaze lifted to the ceiling as the play structures burned. ‘More like melting.’ he thought. Moon could almost feel the frown from his counterpart. It only added to the hilarity of this situation.

‘I don’t want to die.’ Sundrop repeated. Moon hugged himself tightly. “I don’t think we’re getting out of this one, Brother.” Moon murmured.

“I-I want to see them again. I want to see Jamie. And Cameron. And Kyle. And Charlie. And Morgan.” Sun whined. “I don’t want them to think we didn’t care about them. Oh no. NononononNONO-”

Moon winced. “Sundrop. Calm down.” He weakly protested. “They loved us. They knew we loved them. They- They didn’t..They didn’t wake up while ş̶̧̛̫͉̬̃͒͛͆́̀̋̔́̍͠͝͝ḫ̸̡̧͚̠̦͕̩͙̕e̵̺̬͈͒̋̕͠ had her way.”

“Do you think they hurt?”

“Sunny, please. I don’t- I dont wanna talk about this.”

‘...’

‘I miss you.’

The tip of his hat caught the flames, carefully making their way up the fur. The brightness triggered them to shift, Sun now taking the place where Moon once was. His hand shakily reached up to their softening faceplate. “Heh. G-Guess they should have made us out of metal instead.” He spoke.

“I miss you too.”

“I-It used to be different. Do you remember, Moonie? Do ya, do ya?”

“Vaguely. I know things used to be..different. Before.”

Sunny’s rays dripped, melting plastic dripdripDRIPing down his face. He couldn’t see anymore, but he knew it was bright. And hot.

“They-They told us, they promised us they’d come back! It- IT’LL BE OKAY! It’s gonna be so so so super duper AWESOME! Moonie! We’re- We’re gonna- We’re gonna see the kids again- I-” his voice box broke off, as his arms wrapped around himself. His once brilliant crimson outfit was engulfed in flames, slowly dispersing from his form. “I..I don’t want to go.” Sunny’s voice broke, falling into a strangled sob.

“I love you, Sunny. I’m so so sorry. For everything.”

“D-Don’t b-b-be s-s-silly! S-s-s-silly s-silly Mooo̵̧̭͈͕̹͈̮͛̔̔̎̀̃̄̽͑̂͂͒͑ö̵̆̈͂̈́̚͘͠��̙̬̀̍͐̚͝n̴̥̘̈́̽̓̈́̎̂̓̓̓͋̀́̕̚͝d̷̼̠̻̟̫̤̠̳̳̞̀̔̀̌̓̇̍́̿͛̄͐̕͠r̷̨͕̦͕̦̬̰̪̤̞̍̓̽͋́͗́̓̈́̊̒̈́͑͠ò̸̥̙̤̗͉̭̬̄͆̈́͂̎̀̐̆͠͠ͅp̴̛̙̠̜̬̬̠͍̪̰̯̲͒́̍͗͒̉́̓́̈́̚.̶̢̙̚ ̸̝̳̮͕͆͂̅̅͆̈́͗̈́̏͘̕͘͝͝Y̵̰͇̰͔̭͆͋̎̄̒̊̆͑̅̉̊̚͘͜o̶̰̝̯̻̖̓͛̆̀͐̐͠ŭ̶̧̻͇̬̳͈̩͉̹̮͕͍̽ ̵̛̖̦̺̺̙̱̬̻̂̀͌̑̌̔̐͐k̵̢̡̨̧̢̛͎̙̜͎̫̻̬͇̜̖̂̔͂̓̔n̵̡̖̣͎̬̱̠̹͇̯̩̞̜͔̾͂̾̓́̾ǫ̷̟͎̻̰̱͂̊̾̿̎͂͋̓̀̍̊̈́̚̕͝ͅw̶̨̧̳̦̹̝͇̗̼͐́̾̏̏̏̎́̋͘ ̵͕̙̹͝I̵̧̨̛̦͓̻̳̗͈͉͔̮̾͆̆͆̚͠ͅͅ ̸̡̧̡̨̭͖̞̩̩̦͙̋͊̇̀̚̕ͅn̵̪̓̇̀̍̄̊e̸̙̿̅̈́̑͋̍͒̓͒̄͂͠͝v̴̢̮̜̠͎̣̱̦̲̱̠̭̣͂̓͊̆̔̈̈́̓̿͝ề̵̖̻͎̩̩̳̥̭͎͎̖́͋̔̇̓̀̇́̒͒͘͜͝r̶̢̞̘̥̣̘͉͍̣̎̋̌̾͜ ̷̜͉̙̠̥̮͓̮̫̭͈̞̜̟͉͐͐͊̈́͠ḇ̷͓͇̯͕̭͈͖̲̜̒̀́̽̿͑͆̄̐̎͌̀́̕͝l̷̥̻͇̪̠̹̱̤̙̈͆̌̈́͌̑̈́̀̎̀͝a̷̯̝͎̻̟̦̯͎͉̓̈́́̌̂̅͊͛́̊̇̌̓͂m̶̰̠̹̘͓̿͛̇̔͂̓͘ę̴̖̟̹̾́̈̉̍̈̀d̸̢̢̢̻̠͖̖͎̖̭̫̆̈̈́̓̍̃̑͆͐͂̓͘̕̕͜͝ ̶̨̛͛̓͆̎̀͗͌̋̚ȳ̴̲̹̟̲̀̐̀̓͊̎͜ͅo̴̢͔̟̳̲̝̩͉̻̘̺͕͚͋ụ̸͓͆̑͜.̷̧̡̨̢̝͉̭̻̠͈̗̗̆̾̑̏̾̀̌͐̈́̚̕͠ͅ”

“I’m sorry.”

“D-D-Don’t Apologiiiiiiiiiii-”

Sundrop and Moondrop never liked the quiet. But now, it was deafening.

It was silent.

The pizzaplex blazed, billowing smoke and all those within were taken by the insatiable hunger of the flames.

The Daycare burned.

The Children Burned.

The Daycare Attendant burned, and alongside him the Naptime Attendant burned.

‘I don’t wanna go.’

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((((BONUS CONTENT: MY ORIGINAL IDEA LOL)))

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DHC1lawx9Ke6tzBq1CK_sVcsNTUlk10-LCxRMhcCnf0/edit

[amalia-uwu]

Based on Kriimhild's Dusk Lounge AU @kriimhild

Check Dusk Lounge AU here :)

[daesungindistress]

Recently a Seungri stan messaged me privately to tell me she loves my old DaeRi fanfiction, pointed out one in particular that she reads "every once in a while," and even called me an author she loves. Four or more years ago this sort of feedback on my writing would have been encouraging, and I'd have thanked her for it. Nowadays, though, given the circumstances of that man and his fans, it was... let's just say unsettling.

Ever since the events of 2019 I've had conflicting feelings about my old writing and have many times considered pulling certain pieces down. I left the stories alone, untouched, partly for myself, as a repository of sorts, a public written record of a time past, because I can be stupidly sentimental like that, and partly for Dae stans, who I thought might still like them as long as they could look past the unpleasantness of the pairing's other half.

I expected people would react sensibly to BIGBANG's big change and hoped readers would enjoy my fanfics with the understanding that the past is the past and should be left as such. Accepting and embracing the group in its new form, as it has been since 2019 -- as four. The decision to let it be was certainly not made with fans of Seungri in mind, who by all rights shouldn't exist anymore.

Sad to say, they do. Not only can I not accept their gratitude, a compliment from one on my years-old stories featuring Seungri really upset me. It was an uneasy reminder that my old indulgences can still influence new fans and (mis)lead them into liking, sympathizing with, and supporting Seungri now, in the present, even after all that's happened. Disregarding his departure from the group and defending all the unsavory things about him that have come to light in the years since those stories were written.

Some time ago, on AO3, I turned off notifications for comments and kudos on everything with the mindset that if people were still reading and taking pleasure in my writing from so long ago, I didn't want to know. I thought that what I didn't know couldn't hurt me. But that isn't enough, I now realize. I didn't consider the potential side effects on others outside my target audience. I can't in good conscience look away any longer and allow those positive portrayals made by my hand to stand, even if it is only fiction, because Seungri is a real person who's done real harm, and quite a lot of it. By committing real crimes, and quite a lot of them. He has real power over people, power he's abused, with real-world consequences. And in a way, as a content creator... I have that power too.

So I've finally done what I should have done ages ago and have taken those stories down. It doesn't undo the damage, but at least I can breathe a little easier knowing my past work, which had been wildly overdue for removal, will no longer contribute to the problem still plaguing this band and its fandom today. If there's one lesson I've taken to heart in the years since Burning Sun, it's that I have a duty and a responsibility to do better. We all do.

[theinsomniacindian]

Me

Dark academia but instead of wearing blazers and reading classic novels, I’m wearing my pajamas and reading fanfiction til 4 am

[xooonism]

Caitvi x reader (modern AU)

*You´re laying in bed, making out faint noises, pulling you out of your dreams. You open your eyes, blinded by the lights of the morning sun, before you make out Vi´s face. "Morning, peach", she spoke while smiling. "Did you sleep well, love?", Caitlyn says, who´s laying behind you, her body pressed against yours.

*contains: sexual activities, lesbian sex, threesome, making out, pussy licking, scissoring etc. MDNI

*wordcount: 2.1k

*authors note: This is my first ever fanfiction so please tell me anything that i could improve! Enjoy!

You groaned, feeling hazy after being pulled from your sleep. Feeling the warmth of both women on your body made it hard to stay awake. You always sleep this way, squeezed in between of Vi and Cait, enjoying their warm and soft bodies. You never complained, because you really loved the feeling of protection, helping you fall asleep quicker.

You managed to open your mouth to mumble a soft ´morning`, while streching your body, almost hitting Cait in the process. "What time is it?", you asked unfazed.

Cait answered, "It´s half past seven". You looked at her. Cait´s eyes looked heavy, telling you that she must´ve woken up briefly before you.

"Do you have to work?", you asked looking at both women. "No. We can spend some time together today". You smiled at this. Days like this, on which all of you had a free day from work, didn`t happen often. So you enjoy every moment you have together.

Vi leaned in, kissing your forehead, pulling you close. "Can we just stay in bed all day?", she asked. Right in that moment her stomach rumbles, making you chuckle. "Looks like we can´t. Can´t have you starving.", Cait chimed in.

"I can make pancakes.", you spoke into Vi`s neck, breathing in her scent. She smells soft but pungent at the same time, like sandalwood and cinnamon. You gifted her a shower gel that smells just like this, making you smile at the thought that she liked the present.

Your mention of pancakes made Vi´s head shoot up, making you chuckle. "Pancakes?". Vi looked like a little puppy, getting a treat.

"Yeah, but we have to get up first." You felt a small protest from them, who hugged you thight. Eventually they loosend their grip, Cait being the first to leave the bed. You followed suit, having to peel away Vi´s arms, to get her to stand up. She acted like a baby in the morning, cuddling up to Cait and you. You loved it.

You followed Cait into the bathroom, splashing water onto your face, before doing your skincare routine and brushing your teeth. You left before Vi and Cait, opening your drawer in the bedroom, pulling out a white tanktop and some sweatpants and changing your clothes.

Your girlfriends still haven´t left the bathroom, probably playfighting or snickering about something stupid. You walked into the kitchen already, using this moment alone the prepare some pancake batter. It´s always messy when Vi´s in the kitchen while you bake. She tries to eat some of the dough or batter, or smears some on your or Cait´s face. You didn´t hate it, but it could lead to you spending hours in the kitchen, throwing flour at each other and having to clean up the kitchen afterwards.

You prepared the pancakes, putting them on plates just in time, as both women walked into the kitchen, sitting down. "It smells so good, Peach. I love it when you bake.", Vi admits making you smile. You placed the plates with pancakes infront of the women, sitting down with your own plate. Cait looks at the food in front of her, smiling before she takes a bite. "I agree, Vi. She´s the best baker around.", she says before turning to you. "Thank you sweetheart."

You blushed slightly at the compliments, before taking a bite of your pancakes. You´ve told them countless times not to thank you for your baking, because you honestly just loved to see their satisfied faces.

Vi and Cait started to talk about your plans for today, suggesting staying in and watching a movie. "Peach, what movie should we watch?", Vi asked. You thought for a while, before speaking up, "How about Spiderman?". Vi smiled, noding her head. You know that Vi loved to watch spiderman, always accepting the invitation to watch the movies with her.

"Again? We´ve watched it like 5 times this month.", Cait says. Vi looked at her dissapointed, making Cait give in. "Fine. Let´s watch spiderman.", she sighed.

You all moved to the couch, settling in. When the movie started, Vi laid in between your legs, while Cait settled onto Vi´s stomache. Your attenion drifted to the movie. You placed your hand on Vi´s head, stroking her pink hair. Her warmth in between your legs made you hot. You started to fantasise about those moments, late at night, when Cait sat on your face while Vi slurped you up. Your face heated up at that thought, you legs unconsciously closing around Vi’s hips, pulling her attention from the movie.

“Is everything alright, peach?”, she asked, also pulling Cait’a attention from the movie, which surprised you, because she ‘apparently’ hated spiderman. “Yes”, you answered, “Just getting comfortable.”

Vi placed her head on your boobs, turning her head to kiss them trough your shirt. They were satisfied with your answer, turning their heads to the TV. Vi’s head remained on your chest, which made you drift off to those memories again.

The dynamic between both women and you was always strong. Like a match made in heaven. You three never had problems in the bedroom, one always taking on the dominant role, switching once they pleased you. You always took care of each other, making sure everyone reached their climax, often reaching for more then one. Sometimes, when one of you had to work, you also spend your times with one of them. Licking Vi´s pussy, or scissoring with Cait. Or them eating each other out. You don´t mind it, always catching up.

You thought about touching them. Tracing your hands down Vi´s abs, or squeezing Cait´s thighs. You love them, and their beautiful bodies. It was exciting, taking of each others clothes, kissing their necks. You felt youself getting wet, trying hard not to grind onto Vi´s back. You wrapped one arms around Vi´s shoulders and out around her waist, reaching for Cait´s head, now stroking her hair. Vi placed her hand in yours and Cait sighed at your touch. You felt at peace.

But also incredibly horny.

Vi looked over her shoulder, noticing that you´re not paying attention to the movie. She thought about your thighs proped up against her waist. They are soft. She can feel it, even trough your pants. You saw her gaze on your face, catching her eyes, pulling her away from her thoughts. You stared at each other, making you smile. You leaned in and kissed her lips, Vi moving her head to give you better access. Her lips felt soft against yours, which made you want more. You slipped your tounge into her mouth, Vi moaning at the feeling. This cought Cait´s attention. She smirked at the sight of you two making out.

She never felt left out. Watching you both enjoy each other´s body always made her feel hot, heat pooling in between her thighs. Cait got on her knees, Vi´s thighs on hers. She placed her hands on Vi´s boobs, which made Vi gasp into your mouth. You took this advantage, thanking Cait in your mind, to deepen the kiss. There you were, making Vi loose her cool right in front of you.

Cait roamed her hands over Vi´s body, her hands reached her pants, slipping her fingers under her waistband. Vi lifted her hips, giving Cait permission to take of her bottoms. After she pulled them off she admired the view of Vi´s pussy. She could make out her wetness in between her lips. Cait slid her finger trough them, teasing her clit with the collected slick. Vi moaned. Her sound is like music to your ears.

You pulled away from the kiss, Vi following your lips before settling her head on your boobs again. You cought Cait´s gaze, smirking at her, pulling her in by the neck. Your lips connecting right in front of Vi´s face, made her bite her lip. She buckled her hips onto Cait´s fingers, moaning at the feeling of them touching her pussy.

You broke away from the kiss, looking into Cait´s eyes. She suddenly stood up, Vi whining at the cold feeling on her pussy. You watched Cait undress herself, her pants hitting the floor. You chuckled, knowing what she was planning.

She lifted Vi´s leg, placing her own over Vi´s hip. She moaned after feeling Cait´s pussy on her own. They started to grind on each other, moaning and groaning at the feeling. Cait leaned forward, connecting her lips with yours again. Your hands traveling to Vi´s boobs, pinching her nipples, which pulled a whine out of her mouth.

Their noises filled the living room, your own joining after Cait slid her tounge into your mouth. Your mind was spinning. You felt your nipples grazing against your shirt, making you buckle your hips onto Vi´s back.

Vi moaned, feeling overstimulated by the feeling of her clit grazing against Cait´s, your finger pulling at her nipples, Cait´s boobs right beside her face and your hips pushing against her. She felt her climax approach, her moans doubling on volume. Cait´s clit slid against Vi´s, making her cum, her loud moans letting you know that she reached her climax.

Cait slowed her hips, coming to a stop. Your hands left Vi´s chest, laying against her stomach. Vi cought her breath. She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Cait´s.

"How you feeling, baby?", your voice pulling Vi from her mind. She sat up answering, "Horny." You chuckled at her answer, placing your hand on her cheek, stroking circles onto her skin. Cait looked at you two, her pussy dripping. She reached for you, her hands catching the bottom of your top, pulling it off of your body.

She smirked at the sight of your boobs, your hardend nipples catching her eyes. Vi watched you both, before pushing Cait on her back. "Let´s take care of you two, Yeah?"

You smiled, watching Vi crawl down Cait´s legs, her mouth reaching Cait´s clit. Both women groaned, one enjoying the taste, the other melting into her mouth. You sprung into action, pulling your pants of and tossing them on the ground. You walked up to Cait, your thighs placed around her face. She opened her eyes, grinning at the sight of your wet pussy. She placed her hands on your hips, forcing you on her mouth. She lapped at your slick, sucking on your clit. You held onto the couch, throwing your head back, a moan leaving your mouth.

You looked over your shoulder, watching Vi´s tounge dissapear into Cait´s pussy. The sound of moans filled the room again, your nipples hard because of the cold air. Yet the room was hot. Sweat appeared your face. The feeling of Cait´s fingers massaging your pussy pulled your attention to her again. You watched her other hand travel up your thighs, her fingers resting on your hole. She stared into your eyes before her fingers sunk into you. You groaned at the feeling of her streching you out. Your warm walls left her satisfied, her mouth connecting with your clit again.

Vi also brought up her hand, coating her fingers with Cait´s slick, before sinking them in. Cait moaned, which made you clench on her fingers. The smell of sweat and sex filled the room, moans and groans filling the air, aswell as the sound of the movie, playing on the TV, which was long forgotten. You felt yourself getting closer, Cait´s tounge on your clit and her fingers stroking in a steady rythym, made your climax approach. Your hands cought your boobs, your fingers tugging your nipples.

Your climax hit you like a wall. Your hips riding Cait´s face, as your moans got louder. Your walls thighten until Cait couldn´t move her fingers anymore. You fell on Cait, your arms catching you as you looked down onto her. Cait pulled her mouth off your clit and her fingers out of your pussy, as she felt her own climax approach.

Vi quickend her pace, devouering Cait, as you pulled yourself off of her, your feet catching the ground. Cait threw her head back, a loud whine leaving her lips and her body stiffening. She rode out her orgasm, satisfied moans leaving her mouth.

Vi pulled away from Cait, sitting up as she gave you a proud look.

You loved free days.

[gob-hob]

this is a 'Rough Outline' sneak-peek of Chapter 6. it has since been deleted because editing, but it makes me laugh so 🤷

[shuenkio]

Glass of Water | 엔.하.이.픈 ۶ৎ 제이⋆.˚ 🎃

Paring: Jay X M!reader | Genre: Heavy Smut

Synopsis: just a glass of water, take you back to your nightmare again.

Cw: size kink, cursing, rough play, mentioned of cum, unprotected séx(dni), cum inside, bad language(this fic), crush trope.

Non proof read | Eng is not my 1st

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A💀N: I hate to be that person, but hey Jay fic is rare especially with the m so why not drop another Special Halloween gift~ (language is so bad in here so bare with me 😭)

Having those party friends was like being a kitten in a dog's cage, and as a nerd too, you were suffocating however at least you got friends to cure your boredom's life.

The sky shifted from gold to violet as the sun dipped below the horizon. Where in a club, you were drinking, dancing your ass out with your friends, forget yourself for the night just throw away all the worries.

However, it unfortunately happens when you are unconscious about yourself, last night until now, you find yourself in bed, an unfamiliar place In front of your face, not to mention there's someone else also in bed with you too. Panic sent down to your spine, as you get a closer look at that guy, seems familiar before you pull out the blanket out of his face, then it hits you like a bang of bullet, Jay? ... The senior that everyone loves on campus? What is he doing here? No way.

Feeling vulnerable and exposed, you dig your eyes down under the blanket to see you are actually naked, no this can't be happening. Not what you were thinking about it was right now. The atmosphere grows jarring, the silence inside the hotel room was so loud you could hear your own pounding heartbeat, it's very wrong. What happened last night, you can't recall, think head think. Epiphany, your body wide awake when you remember what's truly happened. You just having sex with your senior.

Couldn't take it anymore, you left the bed pulling the blanket off from the sleep jay, wrapped around yourself like a burrito before letting out a shriek.

Good thing the room is soundproof but Jay's ears are not. He jolted awake by the sudden screaming.

"HWAT WHAT? WHAT'S GOING ON" Starlet, he yells back out of panic, asking what is wrong but all he sees is you were there, wrapped around in blankets and immediately understands the situation.

"I see, let me explain M/N I swear" Jay rubbing his temple, already having a hard times to solve this. He was calming you down but before that, he soon realized he was exposed too in the sight. But soon cover by a pillow as his quick hand reacts. You slow down your heart and keep calm for a bit, giving him one last chance to explain, since all the events had happened last night are blurred in your head, and Jay was also responsible for this situation.

Later you discover, both of you and Jay are not at fault or else? By hearing his story side, it's actually an accident. Jay drinks too much vodka and also in heat at the time, while your story is also similar to him, your friends feed you too much alcohol until you lose control of yourself and boom, they put you guy in the same room out of prank, they know you had a huge ass crush on the senior.

Not to mention, The club is across the street of the Hotel which makes a lot of sense that this, happens on purpose.

"F-for real?" You spoke.

"I'm telling the truth. I know it's hard for both of us and I'm willing to take anything to make it up to you just k-keep it low alright?" Desperate of him, he asked for a favor in return for his responsibility, which he is willing to do as you wish just so you won't do bad to his image, and the priority was, the campus.

Biting your bottom lip, frustrated is not the word to describe how you feel for now, as if your world doing backflip from being bad to fine. lucky enough you were just a dude and not some of chic, wouldn't that be a disaster if that came true?

Taking time to catch his breath, Jay was thirsty from explanation and his sort of theory, oblivious as he took a full sip of glass of water on the night stand without knowing it was actually an aphrodisiac mix with water.

You are still in deep thoughts, thinking what would you do next after all of this thing happening all together. Unexpectedly, you glance at Jay who was looking out of the blue, uncomfortable on his feet.

"Are you okay there? Why are you fanning yourself? T-the ac is still on" stare at his body and began to tense and uneasy. You asked, It's really concerning at his state right now, why did he look like he was in heat,... Again?

"I'm i-m not sure I just drink this glass of water, n... Now I feel everything is burning ahh help m~me" unable to react, overwhelmed by the sudden hit of the mixing pill, to your surprise he lunches at you, as his strong hands harshly ripped off away of the blanket, wrapped around your body. The next thing you know, you were naked again. Now that's fuck up.

"Jay!! What are you doing HaHH waait what no—" taking a pleading sight In front of him right now, his intentions are clear as day what he wants to do, by the time you could figure what's wrong with him, you were already under his pair of arms, as he spread your legs apart like a pro, lifting you up in mid air. So then when Jay's hands finally found a comfortable place behind your nape, he quickly entranced himself on your vulnerable pink tint hole, he won't fear that he might break your hole again, cuz he was already done last night, before bucking his hip upward brutally, giving you no warning.

The nostalgia pleasure flashbacks again, this feels almost like what you recall last night, his long colossal length thrusting in with no mercy, fucking you out of your brain repeatably.

"FUCK JAY ST-OP WA-it I need to process AHHHHH" You cry out an arousing guttering pleasure, his fatal pace making you dizzy each time he thrust his hip inside out of you, giving you no room to fight back for what you want.

*Always so good, M/N you're so fucking TIGHT just like yesterday 𝗡𝗴𝗵 𝗡𝗴𝗵 𝗡𝗴𝗵 yeah just like that, taking my cock so well, why is your damn body react to 𝗠𝗲 when you don't hah?" His voice was alluring inside the soundproof room, dangerously and full of lust beneath those sounds. At each of his moan instances he would be pounding on you with his powerful hip, your body would bouncing along with your dick too, the sticky wet precum jumping, as he abuse your pretty hole again.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, you were low-key enjoying it, his god damn cock just hit the right on your sweet spot, silence you from whining again when you feel like you seen a shooting star in the bright morning sky.

All at once, jolt hitting on, spread over all your body and system, signaling you would need to release soon but before you even react and inform Jay, he was one step ahead of you greatly, chasing for both sides climax.

"JAY please h-Harder I will...come soon ermm AH"

"wanna cum? Hah? As you wish my prince, but let's do it together shall we" growling darkly under his hitch breathless air suppliers, Jay picks up the pace already lost in the deep sea, fuck your ass in a motion you can't even catch up. As your body continues to wear thin, in one last forceful arching, Jay finds himself empty inside you, extremely.

"Holy my Father, SHIT SHIT SHIT—"

"FuCk EheH..."

Both bodies shudder, choke up for air, you finally spill on the floor with your clear liquid. Your legs shake uncontrollably, the black pupils were nowhere to be seen in your eyeball which explains how much this makes you feel.

Jay crumbles down with you in his arm still, flop down on the bed exhausted, nothing much different from how you experienced, while the pill of the aphrodisiac slowly wears off.

"I fucking knew it I figured it out now Jay, all because of that glass of water"

"I'm sorry I'm sorry"

Ps; Happy Halloween day y'all, I just want to thank you for 600 followers ����🫶🏻 it's a milestone for me mwah mwah.

[lizaluvsthis]

First off- Thank you so much Shay for the birthday gift! I really appreciate it and love the work you put to it!

AND I get to read these boys and imagine it play in my head! Again- Thank you!!!I'll cherish this as a new fic giften to me ^^

Bright like the sun (Birthday Gift)

This fic is a birthday gift for @lizaluvsthis i hope ya enjoy it and you have a great birthday! If you want to use the picture credit me please! (i didn't mean for it to post early so yay early birthday gift for you!!)

Summary: SMG4 gets invited to an exclusive party for you tubers but needs a date to get in, good thing his good friend SMG3 owes him a favor! Tags: Fluff, Sun and Moon, confession, first kiss, these fruits be gay! SMG4 was bouncing with excitement, after so many years of him making content he got the legendary letter.  The story is well known among youtubers, when a youtuber has hit a certain number of subscribers a letter will appear in it, an invite to a theme party. There you can meet other youtubers and make collaboration videos with them to gain more attention to your channel, SMG4 has been dying to go to one and finally the day has arrived. 

He opens the letter to read the invite, slowly his excitement vanishes as he sees the bottom line “You must bring a date….” He slowly places the letter on his desk, then sprints out of the castle running to each of his friends asking them to be his date. Each of his friends frown apologizing due to already having plans, he sighs sitting outside of his castle. He has worked so hard to get this invite, how is he going to get a date? 

SMG3 walks out of his cafe and notices a depressed SMG4 sitting outside, he looks around unsure if he should approach. Seeing no one is around he rolls his eyes and walks up to four “Hey scrub, is there a reason you're sitting out here like a dumbass?” SMG4 looks up at Three, realizing he never asked SMG3 he gets up in a flash taking SMG3 hand “WANT TO GO ON DATE WITH ME?!” SMG3's face goes bright red, without thinking he pulls his hand back and smacks SMG4 “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ON ABOUT!?” 

SMG4 pouts rubbing his cheek “I got an invite to an extremely rare youtuber party, but i can't go in without a date. I was hoping you would be my date,” he watches as Three relaxes and glares at him. He can already see the rejection happening, he prepares himself for the rejection only to end up surprised “Fine…Not because I want to go on a date with you! I just owe you for helping me get my notebook back!”

“YIPEE!!” he hugs Three tightly making the man squirm from the contact, after passing along the information he walks in his castle excited to see the party. Mario, watching everything, smirks “Ooo finally asks SMG3 on a date hmm?” Four was ready to deny the comment before it hit him. He asked SMG3 on a date, his eyes went wide as he realized he asked all his friends to join him but for SMG3 he told him it was a date. He slowly blinks, staring at Mario “Oh my god…I ASKED SMG3 ON A DATE!”  

Mario, seeing Four Panic, ran up to him and rubbed his back to help his friend relax. The moment he saw SMG4 more relaxed he spoke up “Mario is sure SMG3 is happy you asked him!” Four wasn't sure how to reply beside a nervous nod, did he even see SMG3 in that way? He walks to his room looking at all his outfits, not that he had many he mostly wore the same style of clothing everyday. Seeing his spy rizz outfit he took it out, he did look good in it and it was the best outfit he had. He felt his stomach do flips at the idea that tonight he had a date with his friendly rival of several years, he wasn't sure what he wanted from it anymore. What started as a mission to meet more youtubers became a mission on learning what this strange feeling was in his heart. 

In no time the sun has dropped and it was time for him to pick up Three, he fixes his bowtie and knocks at the cafe door. There Three opens its showing himself in a black tux with a purple tie, SMG4 lightly blush at the sight then notices the lack of hat “Wow you look amazing even more so with no hat,” noticing what he said he decided to try to cover his slip up “so many youtubers will certainly want your attention at the party!” Three rubs the back of his neck “Thanks! But I think I prefer having only one youtuber look at me.”

SMG4 tilts his head repeating the words in his head, did Three just flirt with him? With a small awkward cough bringing SMG4 back to reality he offers his arm which Three took and they walk off to the party.  SMG4 was starting to get his excited bounce back as they got closer to the party “I can't wait to make all these connections! Ah my channel is gonna get huge, don't worry though Three you will always be in my heart when i get famous!” SMG3 rolls his eyes “Don't get your hopes up, trust me people aren't all sunshine and rainbows you should know after all you're a huge asshole yourself.” Four frowns at the comment but had to admit he wasn't a saint, he has made his fair share of mistakes. One of them which ruined another person's life, how SMG3 was able to forgive him will always be a shock. They make it to the party, Four shows the invite to the guard outside “Date?” SMG4 shyly points to the man next to him who is still holding on to his arm “yo whats up?” 

That was enough for the guard to let them in, as they walked into the party they both looked around in awe. The theme of the party was sun and moon destiny, a classic trope from what SMG4 heard from boopkins. SMG3 lets go of Four letting him blast off to talk to the other youtubers, he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at his date before going off to mess with the guest. SMG4 did his best to use his charm to get attention from the several youtubers at the party, the more he attempted the more he felt his heart shatter from every rejection. The one that hurt the most was someone telling him that memes were cringe, he sits near the drinks and sighs. SMG3 wasn't wrong, he shouldn't have gotten his hopes up now that he has been rejected by everyone in the party he felt awkward being there.

Three was chuckling as a pair was panicking at finding the money in their wallet to be missing and replaced with plastic spiders. He turns to see SMG4 frowning, sitting alone.  He had a feeling things weren't going to work, he sighs remembering how trying to get a collab months ago caused them to lose peach's castle and almost his own life. He looks around the room thinking on how to cheer his date up, he notices sun and moon necklaces and walks up to the table “Hey what's the deal with these?”

The man smiles at SMG3 “They are free for guests, the sun and moon are well known for bringing romance to one's life, come read and pick one for your date! The gems inside glow when you're in close contact, it's perfect for setting a mood!” Rolling his eyes at the man he takes out his phone to do research, he lets out a small smile as he puts on the moon then shoves the sun in his pocket. Slowly he approaches his date “You're that popular Youtuber SMG4 right cause I have a collab for you!” he smirks at the man. Four glares at his partner “Not in the mood for jokes or teasing Three.”

“No teasing dude, look I told you these guys would suck. But there is one thing at this party that doesn't suck.” blushing he slowly takes out the sun necklace handing it to Four. Confused, he takes the necklace looking up at Three. Feeling nervous SMG3 looks off to the side “You make the party suck less, you're like the sun in the story for this dumb party you're so annoyingly cheerful and optimistic but without those traits i wouldn't be where i am. You saved me and helped me shine. I guess what I'm trying to say is without you in my life..I can't shine as bright so stop being so upset over people that don't mean anything.” 

SMG4's heart was racing at the man's words, was this a confession or was SMG3 being a good friend. He puts the necklace on and gets up with a bright smile “Thank you,” he then leans forward kissing SMG3 cheek. Their necklaces start to glow as the two men blush at what Four did. He wasn't sure it was the right move and was about ready to run off in a panic thinking Three would abandon him. He closes his eyes ready to apologize when he feels SMG3 grab his hand “Shut up and dont say what's on your mind, come on let's dance and show these losers what a sun and moon pair really look like!”

He chuckles and agrees as they run to the dance floor and start dancing, though they spend most of the dance fighting over who takes the lead. SMG4 gives SMG3 a bright smile, seeing that smile was too much for Three as he puts his hand on Fours waist and brings him close, SMG4 blushes looking into Three’s ruby eyes. Slowly they inch closer till their lips meet causing the gems in their necklace to glow brightly catching a few peoples attention. They pull apart looking into each other's eyes, SMG3 blushes and shyly looks down while SMG4 stares at three with hearts in his eyes. 

An announcement was made letting everyone know the party was coming to an end causing the two men to awkwardly step away from each other. They leave the party and start walking home in silence, the party was an eye opener for the both of them. SMG4 never thought that asking SMG3 on a date by accident would make him realize all the strange fuzzy feelings that have been harassing him were because of a crush.  He sighs and stops walking, Three noticing the other man wasn't next to him he turns confused.

“Three…what happened at the party was amazing, i never thought…i mean we have always teased and fought with each other i never thought that maybe we could be something more.” SMG4 lets out a nervous chuckle. SMG3 eyes widen noticing the blush on Fours face, he gets closer and slowly caresses his face “Don't get me wrong i hate your face, but…i wouldn't mind doing what we did at the party again.” Four smiles as he inches closer to Three “Oh really~ Well then shall we?” Without a second thought the pair closed the distance kissing again, sealing the deal on their new relationship. The smile SMG3 saw from his partner tonight was brighter than the sun itself, he made a promise to himself to protect that smile as they start heading home again.

[space-mango-company]

Stranger | Chapter 1

Chapter Links: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]

Summary: The Atreides daughter is sent off to Giedi Prime to marry the Harkonnen heir in an attempt to quell the feuding Great Houses. The bride, however, must prove her grit and earn the respect of her new family if she is to survive her new life. Perhaps she will find that she had more Harkonnen in her than she thought.

TW: none (for now)

Tags: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!Reader, Arranged Marriage, Eventual Smut (just not in this chapter lmao), No use of y/n, Original Characters, cannon what cannon

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Please bear with me, it has been ages since I've written anything and this is my first ever work of fanfiction. I've never written in the second person before so if you catch any mistakes, especially in verb tenses, please let me know. English is not my first language. Also, this might start out a bit slow but I promise things will pick up soon.

The smell of grass and the crashing waves of Caladan brought you comfort as you stood before the starship that had been rented from the Spacing Guild.

Your brother had insisted on accompanying you to Giedi Prime, but a round trip would have been unnecessarily expensive, even with the vast wealth of your Great House. Besides, it would be foolish to deliver the heir of House Atreides to the home world of their sworn enemies. It was bad enough they had to send you there.

"Give them hell," Paul teased as he hugged you goodbye.

You laughed, but you knew his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. He had faith in your strength and ferocity, but he had much less faith in the hospitality of the Harkonnens.

"I'll miss you," you pull away and try to give him a reassuring smile but you, yourself, are not so certain of your fate.

You made your way to your mother, next in line to bid you farewell.

"Remember your training." Lady Jessica held your face and planted a tender kiss on your forehead. She had already given you all the advice she could.

You take her hands in yours and kiss them. "I will," you tell her solemnly.

You finally make it to your father, whose eyes are already welling with tears.

"My darling princess," his voice cracks as he lays a hand on your cheek. The Duke may seem a stoic man to most, but those who truly knew him knew he had a big heart.

Perhaps it is because you are one of those people that you finally feel that weight in your chest that you've been dreading since the signing of your marriage pact. It will be a truly long time before you would see your family again. If you could ever see them at all.

The Duke waves at an attendant who approaches with a silver tray. Leto takes the dagger resting on it and places it in your hands. "To remind you that you will always be an Atreides, that you will always be my daughter."

You let your tears fall as you hold the gift close to your chest.

"Don't cry now," your father pulls you into a hug, hoping to hide his own tears, "or I might never let you go."

You let a laugh slip through the sobs. You knew it was already decided and it is your duty to fulfill. The Sisterhood and the Emperor himself endorsed the match. Nothing could change it now.

The harsh light of Giedi Prime's black sun assaulted your eyes as you made your way down the starship's gangplank. The stark, high-contrast black and white made everything a pain to look at. You were thankful for the veils of your travelling gowns for providing you at least some shade.

You were greeted by House Harkonnen's steward, Jaromir Naggul, and swiftly led into the imposing, Brutalist fortress of their stronghold. You were almost happy to escape the infrared outside.

"Your belongings are being sent to your new quarters as we speak," Jaromir, a lanky but stately man, informs you. "You may change out of your traveling clothes and rest there. The Baron will receive you in the throne room in the afternoon."

You note his accent and the mild contempt in his voice, as if you were an inconvenience.

"This is Iassa," he gestures to one of the servants that had been following you through the halls. "She is your assigned slave. Should you need anything, you may tell her."

The word almost knocks the breath out of you.

You eyes turn to Iassa in her pale gray robes and you give her a polite nod. She hastily curtsies in return.

You knew the Harkonnens and even the Emperor kept slaves, but you suppose it never occurred to you that you would be charged with one yourself.

"Of course," Jaromir continues, "any of the servants in the fortress will be at your command, but Iassa will be in waiting for you in particular."

"Of course," you reply coldly.

"You will be staying in the guest wing for now," Jaromir says as he shows you the door to your quarters. "Of course, until your wedding. When you will then be moved to the na-Baron's apartments."

"...of course," you repeat, grateful again for your veils that they hide your dread.

You are silent as Iassa helps you into a black gown for your audience with the baron. It is the fashionable color in the Harkonnen home world. Although there were many other 'fashionable' traits on Giedi Prime, this was the only one you felt comfortable adopting right now. The complete lack of hair in every individual you had seen was certainly unsettling, but you sensed it would be rude to speak about it.

"What is the na-Baron like?" you ask.

Iassa pauses her fastening of your dress, she swallows. "He is a fearsome warrior, my lady," she keeps her gaze averted, "handsome and popular with the people."

Her voice was shaky but she seemed genuine. You only wonder if those words hold the same implications here as they do back home.

You look over to Iassa as she fetches your shoes. It's not difficult to see that she fears you. You cannot help but feel that that is all there is. You are still an off-worlder. An Atreides no less. She harbors no respect for you.

You take care to style your hair in the fashions of Caladan, fastening a falcon-like pin at the back of your head. The symbol of your house. Perhaps it is a risky choice, to be seen as defiant by the baron should he notice, but you could already feel the black sun beginning to drain the life out of you. The thrill of quiet defiance would have to sustain you for now.

Jaromir returns in time to fetch you and you are led to the throne room.

The baron's grotesque floating body looms over you and his subjects. You had never met any of the Harkonnens before but you were sure that was him.

"Welcome to your new home, Lady Atreides," the Baron utters your last name with thinly veiled loathing. "Let me present my nephew, Feyd-Rautha."

A tall muscular young man steps forward. Stately and regal as a Harkonnen could be, he looks over you with condescending eyes.

He certainly looked like a warrior, and you could see how the people of Giedi Prime could find him handsome, but you find yourself wanting to spit in his face.

"Forgive me for not greeting you when you landed, my lady," the na-Baron bows to you. His gravelly voice sends a chill down your spine, "I was preoccupied at the time. I trust you have settled well?"

You curtsy in turn, "I'm sure my lord had important duties to attend to. I am grateful for your hospitality. My rooms are very comfortable."

"Do not find them too comfortable young lady," the Baron calls from afloat his chair, "your wedding celebrations are to begin and you will be sharing rooms with my nephew before long."

Feyd-Rautha smirks at this and you are almost willing to cast decorum aside to slap it off his face.

"Tomorrow, your groom will take part in the arena to demonstrate his prowess as a worthy husband and leader, as per the traditions of our house," the Baron announces. "I'm sure you will make a point to attend."

"I would not miss it, dear Baron."

Chapter Links: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]

[hiramaris]

Kiss it Off Me

CHAPTER 8

Chapter Summary:

Yeah, she might die a happy woman right here, but if Yoba were kind enough, she hoped she'd live long enough to see those smiles.

Pairings: Haley x Fem!farmer

Disclaimer:  I do not own Stardew Valley or any of the related characters. Stardew Valley is created by and owned by ConcernedApe. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Stardew Valley story belong to ConcernedApe.

Warning: none

Notes: I know, I know it's late again. I'm really sorry, my loves. It's just that life hasn't been giving me a break already. Hope you enjoy this one! I know I've been taking my sweet time to this fic at a very slow pace but I just really want to take my time to lay out our characters, especially my wife. I hope you weren't bothered with it but I promise you, all this waiting will be worth it ;)

Spring 8

It was a warm, sunny Tuesday afternoon. Being spring, the afternoon sun did nothing to burn her skin, and the post-winter air combined with the fresh spring breeze provided a wonderful cooling effect on her exposed skin that wasn't covered by her blue tank top.

It was really a great idea to wear her hair up today, allowing her to fully enjoy the refreshing air.

Although there wasn't anything particularly picturesque about hanging out at the playground, it offered Haley a rare moment of solitude away from the crowd.

In her high school days, she would have basked in the attention people gave her.

Back then, being in the spotlight was exhilarating. However, after her peak during college, she found that she didn't like it as much. For one, popularity didn't help her grades, and secondly, being an 'It' girl didn't matter anymore—not when everyone was scrambling to pass their exams.

But now, here in Pelican Town, being popular just meant being in the center of gossip. The less attention she got, the better.

She preferred these quiet moments, where she could be herself without the prying eyes and whispers. The playground, with its empty swings and silent slides, provided the perfect escape from the pressures of scrutinizing gaze from townspeople who were no better than her either.

"Uh, Haley?"

Haley froze at the sound of a familiar voice, the smell of flowers and dirt filling her nostrils. She turned slowly, her heart skipping a beat.

"Oh..." she said, startled. "Hi, there..."

She wasn't expecting to see you so soon after that whole ordeal (Chapter 3, Spring 7). She might have invited you for breakfast out of goodwill and to make up for her rude behavior, but she kind of half-expected you to chicken out and possibly (hopefully) have the presence of mind to avoid her or something because, for the love of Yoba, your presence is becoming too much for her.

You’re like a pebble suddenly thrown into a pond, causing ripples in what was once stagnant. Haley couldn't quite figure out why you had such an effect on her.

You were speaking, talking about what seemed to be a hair tie but Haley's mind was buzzing elsewhere to actually understand you.

Her eyes briefly scanned you. You wore your typical green overalls, and even with a bit of dirt and grass clinging to your clothes, you still managed to look pretty good. The earthy tones seemed to suit you, giving you a rugged, outdoorsy vibe that was oddly attractive.

Surprisingly, your scent wasn't as pungent as Haley expected it to be. In fact, there was a hint of something pleasant mixed in with the earthy aroma, perhaps a subtle whiff of fresh hay or a trace of wildflowers. She couldn't really tell.

Her attention drifted almost inadvertently to your mouth. Slightly chapped, but full pink lips. Wait, what?

Eyes widening by a slight fraction, she immediately darted her eyes elsewhere, making her spot a hair tie and a handful of daffodils in your hand.

Then her eyes spotted Demetrius walking from where you both stood. Haley's mind quickly realized that you were planning to give her another gift this week, and while there's nothing wrong with daffodils (she likes them), you only give them to her when no one is around.

But now, in the presence of Demetrius, who will probably tell Robin, who will likely tell all her Yoga club members, who will surely tell the whole town that you have given her flowers!

While it shouldn't be a big deal, she has lived in this valley long enough that the rumor mill tends to exaggerate things. And Haley doesn't want to get caught in the middle of this.

As you continued speaking, she made a split-second decision to interject, surprising even herself.

"Uhm, how do I say this..." she began, her voice wavering slightly. "I appreciate your gifts and such. But please don't get the wrong ideas. It's not like a little flower will make us besties or anything, you know."

Her pretty mouth is probably the foulest thing ever created, but she couldn't really stop herself from saying the awful things in this world even if her life depended on it. It was as if her mouth had a mind of its own, blurting out things she'd later regret.

Fortunately, you didn't appear offended; rather, you seemed both confused and amused by Haley's abrupt interruption.

"Uhm, I was just asking if this is your hair tie," you said as you handed her the item.

"Oh!" Haley's voice held a note of embarrassment as she accepted the tie from your outstretched hand, her cheeks likely flushed with a deep shade of pink. "I didn't even notice it was missing..."

Your lips quirked up slightly at the sight of her flustered state. "You were saying..?"

Haley was certain you were teasing her, and she would have half a mind to wipe the adorable smirk off your face if she weren't so embarrassed herself.

"Sorry for jumping to conclusions. I was just..." She fidgeted uncomfortably, unable to find the right words. "Well, nevermind."

"Hey, you weren't even wrong. These are actually for you." You presented her with the daffodils before Haley could respond. "And I'm not expecting you to be friends with me just because I give you flowers, you know?"

"Then what else were you expecting?" That question should have sounded so harsh if Haley weren't so busy burying her nose in them to hide her flustered expression.

"Ever heard of giving a pretty flower to a pretty lady?"

She could have sworn she heard Demetrius snort back a laugh.

Haley couldn't help but sigh, but a smirk tugged at her lips at your poor attempt at charming her.

Rumors be damned. These flowers smelled good.

****

Summer 12

"Yoba..." she muttered under her breath, huffing as she finally managed to lift all her shopping bags off the bus. The driver, thankfully, was patient enough to wait as she struggled with her haul.

Some guy had even offered to help her, but Haley shot him a look that could kill, silently telling him to respectfully fuck off. She might have accepted his help if he hadn't been staring at her tits throughout the whole ride and being generally a creep altogether.

There was no way she was letting that perv touch any of her stuff.

The only problem now is how in Yoba's name she's going to lift all these shopping bags back to her house.

"Now there's the pretty face I hadn't seen all day."

Haley immediately perked up at the sound of your voice, her breath hitching as she caught sight of you approaching her.

Your hair was in a loose bun today, with stray strands framing your face in that imperfectly perfect way, it looked so endearing.

The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow, creating an ethereal aura around you as you stepped closer. The sunlight highlighted the gentle slope of your button nose and the soft curve of your lips, naturally tinted with a delicate shade of pink. Your tan skin seemed to radiate warmth, making Haley momentarily forget to breathe.

The sight of you, dressed in a sleek black leather jacket over a fitted white shirt, paired with jeans that hugged your figure just right, only intensified the fluttering in Haley's stomach.

Despite her best efforts to hide it, a flush spread across her cheeks as she took in your appearance.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, attempting to sound casual but failing miserably. The nervousness in her voice was unmistakable.

"Oh, I was about to take a ride to Calico," you replied with a casual shrug, causing Haley's eyes to wander toward the sword strapped behind your broad shoulders. "I've heard there's a cavern there worth exploring."

"To mine?" She couldn't help but make a face. "At this hour?"

You barked out a laugh, the sound hearty and genuine. "Don't worry," you said, a reassuring glint in your eyes. "I'm just going to check the area. My weapons aren't strong enough to take on the monsters in there yet."

"Or better yet, stick to the usual farming and foraging, which is much safer," she suggested, trying to mask her concern with a light tone.

"I don't think so, Hay." You reached out and pinched her nose playfully, earning a mock scowl from her. "Anyway, you need help with the bags?"

She crossed her arms, her stubbornness making its appearance once again. "I think I can handle them myself. Give me some credit."

"Nope." With a chuckle, you swooped in to grab all the shopping bags from the ground, ignoring Haley's protest. "You've been wearing those heels the whole day. They must have been killing your feet right now."

That made Haley pause, her defiance wavering. "B-but—"

"I know you're capable of handling them yourself," you continued, adjusting the bags with ease. "But letting your arms rest for a couple of minutes wouldn't hurt, right?"

Haley sighed, her resolve softening. "At least give me the other bags," she insisted, her cheeks growing warmer by the second.

She wasn't at all foreign to your chivalrous tendencies, but she's still not used to the feeling. She also knew you weren't struggling, she just couldn't shake the guilt of letting you shoulder all the bags after doing such heavy chores on the farm.

But you were stubborn as a mule. When Haley attempted to take some of the bags from you, you shook your head with a playful grin, transferring all the bags to one hand and extending your free hand toward her. "Tell you what, I'll carry the bags, and you can just walk beside me. Deal?"

"B-but I thought you were going to Calico?"

"That could wait," you answered simply, hand still extended, waiting expectantly.

Reluctantly, Haley took your hand, feeling a mix of gratitude and embarrassment. "Fine," she muttered, her cheeks flushing as she glanced away. "But only because my feet are killing me."

You gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "That's the spirit!." You beamed at her, oblivious to Haley's heart pounding hard against her chest. "Let's get you home."

Haley usually kept her cool around you, but feeling your calloused palm against her soft hand stirred up a whirlwind of emotions within her.

She'd be a liar if she denied that there are certain nights that she wonders what it would feel like for your hand to intertwine with hers, and it felt like nothing compared to actually feeling it for the first time.

Despite the roughness of your palm and fingertips, it only added to the warmth she was feeling. They were also a bit bigger compared to Haley's, making your hands almost fully encapsulate her whole hand, almost protectively.

She thought she'd dislike the feeling. Strangely, though, it only made her feel secure. They were the hands of a hard worker, after all.

As you walked through town together, she could see the prying eyes of Jodi and Caroline. She sensed their whispers, undoubtedly exchanging her name and yours.

Surprisingly, this time, Haley didn't seem to mind.

Being called 'yours', even in hushed whispers and rumors, didn't seem so bad now.

****

Summer 13

Dear Miss Carter,

Thank you for expressing interest in our modeling opportunity. After careful consideration, we regret to inform you that we have decided to pursue a different direction for the campaign. While we appreciate your enthusiasm, we believe this decision aligns best with our project goals. We hope to collaborate on future endeavors.

Best regards,

Victoria Bloom

Stardew Valley Gazette

Haley couldn't bring herself to read the letter in its entirety. A single glance was enough to confirm her fears—it was a flat-out rejection.

The sting of disappointment was immediate, sharp, and disheartening.

Her hopes had been high this time, not just because she thought she was beautiful enough, but because she believed in her own talent and passion. She loved photography, had an eye for detail, and knew what made a model truly shine in a photograph.

This was one step closer to her dream—her chance to prove she was more than just a pretty face, designer clothes, and expensive make-up.

This is where she truly shines. Or at least that's what she thought.

But maybe she had become too complacent, thinking her appearance alone would open doors for her.

Seeing the words "We regret to inform you..." felt like a punch to the gut. Doubt began to creep in, whispering that perhaps she wasn't as good as she thought. Maybe the others were right after all.

Staring at her reflection in the mirror felt like salt being rubbed into her wounds. This face, this body... they were all she had. And even those seemed to have failed her.

How on earth was she going to break this news to you? You had been the first to support her when she shared her desire to apply for the position. You believed in her, encouraged her, and told her she had what it took. The thought of seeing the disappointment in your eyes was almost unbearable.

Haley was used to feeling disappointed in herself. She had faced setbacks before, but this felt different. This felt like a failure that might change how you saw her, and that was a bitter pill she wasn't ready to swallow yet.

The fear of letting you down, of not living up to the potential you saw in her, weighed heavily on her heart.

She sniffled, regretting how eagerly she had opened the letter. Now she had to face Alex and celebrate his birthday, looking like she had been crying for hours. Her mascara was smudged, leaving dark streaks down her cheeks, and her eyes were puffy and red from crying.

While she may have to put on her mask, pretend everything's okay, she knew that you and Alex could easily see through her facade no matter how hard she tried to put on a brave face.

It will still ruin the spirit of the party.

Maybe she should consider not going.

But Alex would be upset with her.

Or, either that, he'll physically drag her to the party himself.

Both scenarios felt like disasters.

She let out a harsh breath. Attending was the only option.

She began to retouch her makeup, particularly the parts that had smudged because of her tears, but it was a difficult task with the tears continuously pouring down her cheeks. Her hands trembled as she tried to fix the damage but she didn't dare stop.

She had to look perfect.

Fake it until you make it.

Come on...

A sob couldn't help but escape from her lips.

Fuck.

"Haley." A pair of warm, rough hands take hold of her own, stopping her from smudging her makeup even further. "Haley, come on. Stop."

"Huh..?" Her voice hitched as she saw you tower over her. Her big, baby-blue eyes, filled with unshed tears, met yours.

Oh, no....

You can't see her like this.

"What's wrong?" you began to question, keeping a firm grip on her hands but not too tight to hurt her.

Haley only shook her head. You can't see me like this.

As you lifted her chin up to face you, forcing Haley to meet your gaze, her eyes still glistening with tears, you noticed a makeup wipe lying nearby. With a quick yet gentle movement, you reached behind her back and snatched it up.

"I'd rather fight a whole swarm of skeletons than see you like this," you murmured as you gingerly wiped mascara stains from her cheeks with such gentleness, leaving nothing but her smooth, rosy skin. "What's wrong, Haley? Tell me, please."

She should just push you away. Tell you to leave her alone.

But she couldn't. Not when you're looking at her like that.

Like she's worth of so much more.

And just like that, Haley's resolve crumbled. She had been trying so hard to keep it together, to be strong, but your kindness broke through her defenses. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over as she tried to find the words.

"I... I got rejected," she finally managed to say, her voice shaking. "I really thought I'd get that job. Finally prove I'm more than just a dumb blonde from Pelican Town. But now... I feel like such a failure."

"You know that's not true."

"I keep trying my best, Y/n..." Her lips quivered and you were quick to caress her cheeks. "But it feels like I'm getting nowhere."

You squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "Haley, you're not a failure. You put yourself out there and took a risk. That's something to be proud of."

"But what if I'm just not good enough?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "What if I'll never be good enough?"

"Hey, hey... none of that. You are more than good enough," you assured her, gently cupping her cheeks before pressing a chaste kiss on her forehead. "One rejection doesn't define you or your worth. And it certainly doesn't change how I see you."

Haley sniffled again, trying to believe your words. "You're not bullshitting me, are you? Because I'm not in the mood to bake for you right now, you know?"

"I would never." You chuckled, your laughter infectious as Haley joined in. "Plus, it's their loss, you know? Only idiots would turn down a spectacular photographer AND model."

"Now I know you're definitely just kissing my ass," Haley snorted, lightly tapping your shoulder. As if to further tease her, your eyes playfully drifted downward, making it Haley's turn to cup your cheeks, unable to stop herself from giggling. "Eyes up here, miss."

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about," you retorted with a playful smirk, your eyes meeting hers with a twinkle of mischief.

Haley's laughter subsided, replaced by a soft, appreciative smile.

"Thank you, Y/n..." Her eyes are now sparkling with adoration instead of tears. The hands cupping your cheeks slid around your neck, drawing you closer. "You always know what to say to make me feel better."

Closeness that was once awkward and forced...

What was once a heart pounding like a drum in her chest, fast and hot in an uneven rhythm...

Is now a heart steadily beating.

This closeness is calm and silent.

And if she were to die today in this spot with your arms around her, then Haley would die a happy woman.

"Keeping you happy is a responsibility I'd happily taken upon myself," you said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead once again, and Haley couldn't help but close her eyes this time, unable to suppress her own smile. "Now, let's fix your makeup," you added with a small smile, reaching for the makeup wipe again. "And then we'll go to Alex's party together. We'll get through this, one step at a time."

Haley nodded, a genuine smile tugging at her lips. Yeah, she might die a happy woman right here, but if Yoba were kind enough, she hoped she'd live long enough to see those smiles.

****

Summer 17

Click. Click.

Haley sighed as she looked through her camera's viewfinder.

"Just how many variations of the same shot can I take?" she muttered, exhaling another sigh.

After her sudden show of vulnerability to you, Haley suddenly got this urge to take pictures once again. While she may have failed to get that position as a model, that doesn't mean she failed as a photographer.

But looking at the flat, uninspired pictures she'd been taking for almost an hour now, she was starting to think otherwise.

The view here was spectacular, sure, but she’d been photographing this same spot by the lake for years now.

She needed something new. Something more alive.

Haley lowered her camera and gazed around, searching for a fresh perspective. The sun was up and about, casting a golden glow on the water and surrounding trees. It was beautiful–majestic even, if she could dare to say, but still... it wasn't enough.

It felt soulless. Bland.

Chop. Chop.

"That again." Haley couldn't help but glare in the direction of the sound, as if her annoyance alone could make it stop.

The incessant noise of wood chopping from the distance was not helping her at all. Whoever was chopping away had been at it for hours already and didn't give the impression of stopping anytime soon.

She tried to refocus, raising her camera again, but her concentration which was already nonexistent to begin with, was now a mere dust taken away by the summer breeze. The rhythmic, relentless chopping seemed to seep into her mind, making it impossible to find the spark she was looking for.

As if this person knew which buttons to push, the sound of a tree crashing to the ground echoed through the air, making a fully formed nerve start to throb on her forehead.

Whoever that idiot was, they were really going to get a piece of her mind. There was a whole damn forest just south of here, so why did they have to do it here?

Yoba forbid if it was Clint. He was really going to get an earful.

Frustrated, she decided to investigate.

Maybe a change of scenery—or at least figuring out what was going on—would help. Haley packed up her camera and headed toward the source of the noise.

As Haley got closer, she stopped when you suddenly emerged from behind a mahogany tree, an axe in hand.

You leaned down to grab a bottle of water beside your rucksack resting against the tree. Haley only realized she was staring when even the droplet of water that missed your mouth began to cascade across your neck down to your already wet tank top, leaving little to no imagination.

Yoba, when did it get so hot?

Probably unable to not notice such a pretty being such as herself on your peripheral, you turned your head to her with that familiar shit-eating grin she had grown to like so much as you closed the cap of your bottle.

"Hey there, pretty lady!" you greeted, slamming your axe on the stump behind you as you walked closer. "I didn't know you were here."

"Hey, yourself," she greeted with a small smile, her initial irritation suddenly evaporated into thin air. "I'm trying to get back on foot with photography and I was kind of distracted with the chopping noise, is all."

"Oh!" You scratched your nape sheepishly. Haley couldn't help but notice the way the sunlight caught the sweat on your skin, the muscles in your arms flexing with each movement. "Sorry, I wasn't trying to distract you."

Oh, you are distracting her alright, but probably for the wrong reasons.

"I just needed some woods so Robin could make some renovations on the cabin. Didn’t think anyone would be around," you went on, seemingly unaware of the effect you had on her. "If you'd like, I can hang with you for a bit. See your progress with your camera."

"Sure," Haley replied distractedly. "Wait, what?"

Before she knew it, you were peering over her shoulder, waiting expectantly for her to show the pictures she just took. The scent of sweat, wood, and flowers filled her nostrils, and Haley couldn't help but feel lightheaded. In a good way, she supposed.

Still, it was too much all at once.

Overwhelmed by the closeness that had been familiar over the months you had spent here, Haley instinctively backed away from you.

"Sorry," you chuckled, rubbing the back of your neck. "I forgot I smell."

"No!" she almost shrieked, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. "It's not that. I just…" she sighed deeply. "I got nothing to show you. All my shots are flat. Almost the same variations of the same scene. I can't put these in my portfolio, Y/n."

You plopped down on the grass, leaning back on your arms as you looked up at her with brilliant eyes. "That can't be true. You love taking pictures of this place."

"I know..." She let out another sigh, gingerly sitting on the grass in front of you. "I used to love this, capturing the beauty in everything. But now, it's like I'm stuck in a loop. There's got to be more to photography than just this."

"I think..." you trailed off, rummaging through your bag and producing a piece of white cloth. You brushed off the grass beside you, clearing away dried leaves and small pebbles before laying the cloth down. "Come sit here first, Haley." You patted the spot next to you.

Haley nodded dumbly, surprised and touched by your thoughtfulness. Did you really made sure she wouldn't sit directly on the grass because you knew how much she disliked getting dirty?

"I was saying," you continued, brushing off a stray piece of dry grass from Haley's skirt before helping her get comfortable beside you, "I think you need to find some new motives to spark your excitement again."

Haley settled next to you, feeling a bit more at ease. "New subjects, huh? Like what?"

You smiled, your eyes twinkling with ideas. "Anything that catches your eye. Maybe try photographing people, events, or even little details you might have overlooked before. Sometimes, a change in perspective is all it takes."

Haley considered your words. "You might be onto something there. I mean, I've been so focused on the same old scenes that I haven't really thought about branching out. It's just..." She looked down at the camera on her lap. "It's hard to break out of my comfort zone, you know? Old habits die hard, I guess."

"How about you take a photo of me chopping woods?" you suggested with a smirk as you helped her up.

"Be my model, you say?" Haley replied, a mischievous glint lighting up her eyes. "That's not a bad idea. You'd actually make a pretty good model if I say so myself."

That wiped the smile right out of your face.

"I was just kidding!"

"Nope." She grinned, even exaggerating the 'p' sound to further tease you. "Get your axe and get to chopping already, miss."

"But I'm as stiff as a board to be your model!" you whined but were already on your way to retrieve your axe.

"Just pretend I'm not here. Be candid."

"It's kind of difficult to ignore your camera's lens," you muttered, gripping the axe.

"Y/n," she called from behind her camera, adjusting the settings to capture the perfect shot. "Remember that photo I gave you last month?"

"Yeah..?"

"It was a good photo, you know?"

"Really?"

"You didn't need to pose at all to look good. Just be yourself." Haley briefly looked up from her camera, meeting your eyes with a soft smile before going back behind her lens. "I like you a lot better that way, anyway."

****

Later that night, she found herself inside her freshly made dark room. Designing this room had been challenging, but nothing was more challenging than sifting through hundreds, maybe thousands, of clothes in her walk-in closet that is now turned into the dark room, and finding some clothes she'd be willing to donate next spring for charity.

She truly loves her clothes and finds them as her way of expressing herself but hoarding them at this rate is alarming. So what better way to make good use of space than for her passion?

Though not completely satisfied with her setup, Haley knew this would have to do for now. Once the rest of the equipment she needed arrived, she'd definitely want you to see her darkroom one day.

With everything developed, she began to scan each photo with keen eyes, ready to pick out the ones that would go into her portfolio. But as she went through them, she realized that had been a mistake.

Her shots were... Impeccable. No surprise there.

And you were surprisingly a good model. Too good, actually.

She stopped on a particular photo, eyes raking towards your exposed stomach when you were about to slam your axe towards a log, arm flexing as you did. You have this fierce expression that's making Haley feel a lot of things one would deem explicit.

She felt her cheeks heat up as she continued to stare at the image, tracing the lines of your muscles with her eyes.

If she were to touch them, would they be hard against her fingertips or smooth and inviting? She was pretty sure that if you pinned her against the wall, she wouldn't budge. Not because she couldn't get past your solid chest, but because she'd probably melt right then and there, too overwhelmed to move.

Realizing she's thirsting over your photo, Haley gently slapped herself out of her trance. She tried to focus on the technical aspects of the photo, but it was no use. The picture was stunning and well—hot, and it's not just because of her photography skills. You were the reason it stood out so much. The way the light caught the sweat on your skin, the determination in your eyes—it all combined to create a powerful image.

She sighed, placing the photo in the "keep" pile. If she was this smitten over a couple of photos, there was no way she was submitting all of them. She liked to think these were for her eyes only, especially if that sultry, almost enticing gaze you were giving in front of the lens was anything to go by.

****

Summer 23

"Okay, Haley you got this. It's just water," she mentally cheered herself. "Every pretty girl must know how to swim on the beach."

It was probably just her screwed reasoning, but it definitely wasn’t because she saw you the other day swimming with Leah like some Olympic swimmer or something.

She's also gonna ignore the part that she avoids swimming on the beach because of some incident involving being taken away by the tide, water choking her lungs and her almost dying.

It wasn’t like that experience had put her off swimming entirely. She still loved the beach. The sun, the sand, the perfect tan it gave her—what's not to love?

But now, standing at the edge of the water, her toes curling into the wet sand, Haley felt the familiar knot of anxiety in her stomach. She took a deep breath, glancing over at the waves lapping gently at the shore.

"Just focus on the sun and the sea breeze," she told herself. "You can do this."

Anyway. It's not so bad if she confronted this... err—setback of her, right?

"Fancy seeing you here, Haley."

Haley whirled around from almost touching the water with her foot. Do you have some superpower in showing up whenever she felt the need to be vulnerable?

It wasn't that she didn't appreciate your presence, but she specifically woke up at the crack of dawn to practice her swimming skills because she knew you'd probably be busy tending to your farm, and most of the folks would still be snoring in their beds.

Well, aside from Elliot of course—knowing him, he was probably up already writing books and wouldn't leave his cabin anytime soon.

"Hi!" she finally greeted after what felt like an eternity of looking at your face. "I didn't expect to see anyone here so early."

"Really? I thought you know me well enough to know that I'm already up by 6 AM." You chuckled, running a hand through your hair. "And since when do you wake up so early? What happened to your beauty sleep?"

"Shut up. I'm just..." she rolled her eyes, stalling. She's not keen to tell you just yet what she's up to. Especially for a ridiculous reason. "I just felt like coming here for some fresh air."

Haley looked so proud of the reason she had come up with but it seemed you weren't buying her excuse.

"You look like you're going for a swim," you observed. Haley could have sworn she saw you checking her out, but it was gone as soon as she blinked. "You look good in blue."

Caught off guard by the compliment, Haley felt her cheeks warm up. "Oh, um, thanks," she mumbled, trying to play it cool.

Ever perceptive, you must have noticed she looked a little off.

You tilted your head, a hint of concern in your eyes. "Everything alright? You seem a bit caught off guard."

She sighed, glancing down at the sand. "Well, I guess I am."

"Wanna talk about it?"

Haley hesitated, weighing her words. "I could, but aren't you going somewhere?"

"I was planning to fish for some crimson fish," you explained, rubbing the back of your neck. "But now that I think about it, I remembered Willy saying there's a specific time for catching it. So, I have time right now."

Haley gave you a hard look. She knew you long enough to know you were bullshitting her. The tips of your ears turning red was a telltale sign she noticed whenever you lied. Which wasn't often, because you couldn't lie convincingly even if your life depended on it.

"Are you sure?" she asked, eyebrow raised. "It sounded important."

"Don't worry about it," you insisted, trying to sound casual.

You lent out a hand and Haley took it without hesitation. For some reason, clasping her hands against yours seemed a normal occurrence now that it seemed weird not to do it.

"Come on, let's sit by the shore. I heard the sunrise during summer looks great."

"Alright." Haley gave a small smile, appreciating the effort you were making to put her at ease. "Let's go."

The two of you walked towards the water's edge, the cool sand squishing beneath your feet. The horizon was starting to glow with the first hints of dawn, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange.

Sitting down, you both stared out at the calming waves. Haley took a deep breath, feeling a little more grounded by the familiar presence next to her.

"So, what's really going on?" you asked, your voice raspy but gentle. It was so soft that if it weren't quiet around them, she wouldn't have heard it. It was as if you were afraid to break the tranquil moment.

It was quiet for a moment. But the silence wasn't uncomfortable or forced by any means. It was calm and warm—feelings you seem to radiate whenever you were around.

After a few moments of finding a comfortable position to sit, Haley's head found its way to rest on your shoulder, and as if on instinct, your hand settled on the small of her back, pulling her closer.

"You know, I was thinking about getting out of my comfort zone," Haley began, staring at the waves.

"What do you mean?" you asked, turning to look at her, your cheek pressing gently against her hair.

"Okay, fine. I'll admit it." She took a deep breath. "I'm scared of swimming in the ocean. Silly, right?"

"I don't think it's silly," you declared, and Haley couldn't help but believe you.

"I read online about confronting your fears and thought I'd give it a shot. But..." She sighed, looking down at her hands. "I couldn't bring myself to do it."

You gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Fears are real. It doesn't matter how it may seem to anyone. The fact you're even trying to face them is a big step already."

"Thanks, Y/n... I just couldn't help but feel like I'm letting myself down, you know?"

"You're not letting yourself down," you reassured her, your voice gentle but firm. "We all have things that scare us, and it's okay to take your time. The important part is that you're here, trying to overcome it. That's something to be proud of."

"Thanks, Y/n," she murmured, her fingers gently squeezing your arm. "It means a lot to hear you say that."

"Anytime," you responded with a chaste kiss against her hair and Haley could feel herself melt on the spot if she could. "Maybe it's about finding the right way to face your fear. How about we do it together?"

"You'd do that?" she leaned back from you with surprise in her eyes.

"Of course. I'd also feel a lot better if you had someone looking out for you."

"Alright... I'll give it another shot. Just... just promise me you'll be there with me?"

"I promise."

****

As you both waded into the water, Haley took a deep breath, focusing on the feel of the cool water against her skin and the soothing rhythm of the waves. She glanced at you, and the sight of your reassuring smile gave her the courage to take another step forward.

"Okay..." she breathed. "I'm in the water."

It felt different from her usual pool experience, with the sand underfoot instead of solid ground, but she was cautious not to let her foot stomp on any sea urchin.

"You're doing good, Haley," you encouraged from behind.

"This... definitely feels different," she admitted, noticing the vastness of the ocean around her.

"But the water feels nice, right?"

She nodded, still unsure what to feel. While the fear of being taken by the tide lingers in the back of her mind, the thought you're just behind her makes her feel safe, even just for a little bit.

Feeling a little brave, she wadded a bit further until the water rose up to her chest. She can feel that familiar pressure in her lungs, and she can feel herself panicking a little, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Is everything alright?" your voice cut through the sound of the waves.

"Could you maybe..." her voice cracked a bit and she couldn't dare herself to turn around and face you, afraid the wave would swallow her whole if she even dared to move. "Can you come a bit closer to me, Y/n? I'm still a bit scared..."

"Come here..." It wasn't long before she felt your familiar arms enveloping her, offering a sense of security she desperately needed. "I got you, see?"

"Thanks…" she murmured, a shiver coursing through her body despite the warmth of your embrace.

"One step at a time."

"One step at a time," she echoed your words, trying to muster some courage. "It's not that bad, right? I mean it's just water."

"Uhuh," you nodded, your breath warm against her ear. "Plus keeping yourself calm is one of the important aspects of swimming. And you know, being aware of the tides so you know when it's okay to take a swim."

"Okay... I'll keep note of that."

****

"Can you believe I modeled in swimsuits once?" Haley suddenly said after allowing herself to be familiar with the water. "This feels a lot different from a photo shoot."

"Even if you don't tell me, I'd assume you had been in one before," you mused as you tucked a stray blonde hair away from her face. "You're more than brave enough than you let on. Doing a photoshoot needs a lot of bravery, too, and— well, confidence. Give yourself some credit."

"You know what? In some ways I did face scarier things, I guess," she admitted with a chuckle. "Like wearing heels on a rocky path for a shoot."

"Hmm, just think about those whenever you feel like you can't do it."

Haley couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at you, her lips curling up in amusement. "You're making it sound like modeling is a big thing and you facing dozens of monsters in a cave like a walk in the park."

"Well, I'd rather take on hundreds of slimes than be a model," you grumbled, a playful scowl on your face. "I'd look silly."

"That's ridiculous, you'd be a great model."

"You're just kissing my ass." With a mischievous grin, you splashed some water on her face, making Haley gasp at your audacity.

"I would never!" she protested, laughing as she wiped the water from her cheeks before retaliating with a splash of her own, catching you off guard.

Oh, it's on.

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A/n: this chapter is more like a filler—a glimpse of how Haley and the farmer got closer. I stumbled upon a mod that adds additional heart events for Haley, and I decided to include it. I'm focusing more on exploring Haley's arc, which is why I'm drawing out this fanfic so much. Forgive me; I just couldn't jump ahead to the kissing and whatnot, even though I'm dying to write that scene already.

This is actually a two-part chapter because I think the mod adds about ten heart events, and I had to cut it short since I think this chapter is already lengthy. I also need a couple of hours to rest my eyes. Forgive me for any grammatical errors; I continued writing this after my exams, so my head is a bit foggy at the moment. Love y'all and thank you for your patience.

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[nearsbday]

hi everyone! we are very excited to finally reveal Near's birthday wishlist! above you will find the prompts for the event; you can use any one of these prompts to inspire your gift, or you can combine them however you wish. you'll also notice that there is a free day on near's actual birthday, so if you have an idea for a gift that doesn't fit within what's written on the wishlist, you're still welcome to bring it to the party.

this event will begin on August 17, 2024 and will run for 8 days; all types of gifts (fanart, fanfiction, edits, playlists, etc) are welcome!

if you'd like to learn more, you can visit the following pages:

GENERAL INFORMATION PARTY RULES HOW TO PARTICIPATE

we hope to see you there!

Image Description:

A graphic in shades of blue which gives instructions on how to use prompts, and lists out the prompts. The graphic reads:

for each day of the party, there are 3 prompts. you can use any one of these, or combine as many as you like (including from different days)! just make sure to indicate which of the prompts you're using for your submission.

the last prompt listed for each day is a tarot card. you can use this however you want to (the name of the card or any of its meanings)!

NEAR'S WISHLIST

august 17: toy, strategy, the star august 18: game, memory, the hermit august 19: match, comfort, the lovers august 20: dice roll, fortune, temperance august 21: bullseye, victory, the sun august 22: puzzle, mystery, the moon august 23: gift, fixation, the devil august 24: wild card, free day, the world

[lumiy-a]

A list of W.I.T.C.H. fanfictions (non-exhaustive, non-Guardian-centric)

Here’s a list of fanfictions I have read and appreciated over the years, as well as the ones I have written. They will be divided by pairing and/or trope and I'll try to keep it up to date as I keep reading and writing stories. If you find something that inspires you, go show the authors your support!

I’ll tag the authors if I know their Tumblr. If you see yourself in the list, let me know so I can tag you!

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Canon fics and missing moments in canon

These stories are about missing scenes during the time Cedric and Orube spent together in the comics, or in any case canon-compliant stories (no fix-its, Cedric stays dead)

Fics in English 🇬🇧🇺🇸

Scenes from a bookstore by Elizabeth McMarsh 

For Now, an Earthly Revelation by magical_sovereign 

Insomnia by epiphyte 

Unique/Matching by @theneptuneviolin

Here is my humble offer:

The Book of Elements (Arc 5 rewrite)

Fics in Italian 🇮🇹

Due alieni by Sylphs 

Scacco matto by Marge (explicit) 

Sotto la maschera, attraverso lo specchio by Sylphs 

L'ultima speranza by Elelith 

Un sentimento fin troppo umano by ImperialPair 

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Fix-it and post-canon Fics

These stories are alternative endings and/or epilogues to Arc 5 attempting to fix its ending.

Fics in English 🇬🇧🇺🇸

The Path Ahead by epiphyte

The Librarian by Elizabeth McMarsh

Out of the Book by Zoja

When Hope Prevails by @vampirenaomi

Here are mine: 

Ink and Blood 1

The Twin Suns of Basiliade (Ink and Blood 1.5)

The Twin Suns of Basiliade - Missing moments (explicit)

Ink and Blood 2

Ink and Blood 3

Home

The Gift of Time (reloaded)

Fics in Italian 🇮🇹

Save me by Rowena

Quello che aveva perduto by ToscaSam

Ritorni by MaxT (based on an incomplete story of mine - which was the original concept of Ink and Blood)

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Pairing: Cedric x Phobos 

(check the fics to see if cartoon- or comic-based)

Fics in English 🇬🇧🇺🇸

Pressed and Faded Roses by @ror-witch

An exotic's cultivation by wastingmypotential

Meridian Traditions by magical_sovereign

bleeding petal by @linoxee

The Price of Forgiveness by @ror-witch (explicit)

Here are mine:

Stay 

What Loyalty Means 

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Multiship / No Ship / Other Pairings

Fics in English 🇬🇧🇺🇸

The Image of Love by magical_sovereign (Elyon x Caleb)

Drosera by @vampirenaomi (Elyon & Phobos)

Murmurs on the Wind by @theneptuneviolin (Elyon & the Murmurers)

Dear Nerissa by Tabby_Shieldmaiden (Cassidy x Nerissa)

Veredictum by wastingmypotential (just Cedric)

When I was down (I was your clown) by Tabby_Shieldmaiden (Cornelia x Irma)

5 seconds ago by Malingale (Cassidy x Nerissa)

Mauvais Jour de Cheveux by EVA_beatrice (Cassidy x Nerissa)

New Hope by DreamyMoonlight (Kadma x Halinor)

Fear by @ror-witch (Weira & Phobos)

Of Customs and Flaws by @krchar (Himerish x Yarr)

The Scar in His Hand by @krchar (Himerish x Yarr)

Sick Fruits Biting the Roots by avaloncat555 (Weira & Phobos)

Entangled by @krchar (Endarno x Luba)

Sweet falling apart by Casskim93 (Halinor & Kadma & Yan Lin)

Here are mine: 

The Galahot, the Prince and the Warrior (contains both Cedric x Phobos and Cedric x Orube)

The Right Choice (Himerish x Yarr)

The Swap collaboration with @atane-is-here (contains Cedric x Orube, Cedric x Phobos and Cedric x Miranda; crack fic with cartoon/comic crossover accompanied by comics)

The Maiden (Cedric x Phobos; Phobos & Original Female Character; a bit of Cedric x Orube towards the end)

Fics in Italian 🇮🇹

Dolore ardente by Casskim93 (a short Italian fic about Luba)