#maybe i’ll post that too later 🥲

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part 1

so. this is part one of a red dragon!krs fic ive been building up… this first chapter doesnt really have much much interesting scenes as of right now, and I’d love love love the input from everyone on how to continue, ideas for characters, and if theres anything i should consider changing!! that doesnt mean that i’ll be changing everything according to commenters, but i’d value all opinions to help build this plot 🥲

I’ve already finished around 3 similar length chapters and recently got stuck, so think of these posts as drafts and final revisions will probably go officially on AO3. thanks everyone 🤪

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Oh, Pitiful Dragon (1)

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Ever since his birth, the child longed for death. If it could take away his pain and grant his freedom, he’d trade anything he had so scarce of already. And on a particularly horrible day— the day that terrible man decided he would rip out his heart and use it for evil— the little child met a god.

The God of Death.

He thought it was ironic, seeing how soon his own demise was due soon. But this God didn’t come to reap his death, rather it came to propose a deal.

And the red dragon would accept any deal to be free of this pitiful life.

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Kim Roksoo awoke suddenly from his slumber. His vision was black and only began to adjust to his blurred version after continuous blinking. Why was it so dark? And how had he fallen asleep? He was just finishing Volume 5 of The Birth of a Hero series and now— wait, are those chains?!

His eyes blew open and his vision was finally adjusted to the pitch darkness that surrounded him. He tried to stand but winced when pain spiked all across his body. Only then did he realize just how badly injured he was. Why was he so weak? Had someone kidnapped and beat him to a pulp?! He was completely blinded by the inexplicable pain that he hadn’t realized something much more important. No— wait, pain is important! It’s definitely concerning! But… why was his whole body covered in crimson scales?

‘Oh geez, well isn’t this new.’

Shortly after he had that thought he passed out from exhaustion and shock.

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When Kim Roksoo woke again, he was practically being strangled. He quickly gasped for air and focused in on his current situation. He was being held up tightly by a metal collar on his (very, very sore) neck by some strange man in front of him. His hair was a long, spiky mess of blond and didn’t look very well-maintained. But his eyes… they were bloodshot red and had a crazed glint to them.

‘Crazy bastard…!’

Roksoo’s breathing was beginning to strain more and more, and suddenly he felt something prick beneath his scales painfully. He looked down and saw a clear tube running from his body all the way through an open passageway not so far from him. His blood began flowing through it.

‘Blood— They’re.. taking my blood?’

His thoughts were becoming even more incoherent by the second but after securing the clear tube into the little red dragon, the crazed man dropped him to the floor.

“You’re blood is so pure and vibrant, it’s so beautiful.. just like the color of your scales! It will definitely aid our liege and his cause. Haha!”

All Roksoo could think of was how crazy this lunatic was. He was still heavily panting, because honestly when was he not at this point, but thankfully he hadn’t passed out again. Instead, he glared with all his being towards the crazy bastard standing above him. Unfortunately, it only seemed to excite the lunatic even more.

“Maybe I really should visit you more. That look in your eyes gives me chills!”

Mumbling to himself, the psycho soon left the room through the very passage his blood was being drawn towards, and Roksoo was left alone; unprotected and cold. He hated feeling this way. These people didn’t seem to want him alive for so long, considering his “luxury” treatment. He was going to miserably die at their hands sooner or later. And he was too weak to do anything about it.

His eyes suddenly flashed with memories— no, records— of his fight with the second unranked monster to plague Korea. Lee Soohyuk and Choi Jungsoo… he had let them die. It was his fault and he knew it. It was something he’d regret for the rest of his life. But… they had told him to keep living. To keep living for them. He couldn’t die. It didn’t matter how he got into this situation. He’d rather crawl in shit than die this pathetically. He’d survive his new predicament— this new life that’s been granted to him. He’d survive.

He’d definitely survive to smack these bastards in the back one day.

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Roksoo had spent weeks in that dark hell. His blood continued to flow from his body to somewhere unknown, he was paid violent visits by that lunatic, and he got weaker and weaker because of it. But his will didn’t waver for a second. Whenever someone came in to check on him, he’d mark it in his mind every time. Soon enough, he learned their patterns and found openings. He finally had a plan to escape this hell, no matter how many holes there were.. it was a chance.

With his limited information, there was only so far he could get, but somewhere deep inside him, he knew he’d manage. So, he followed his instincts. The minute his opening came, he used all the strength he had gathered and focused.

‘Concentrate. Concentrate on that feeling you’ve been accumulating, Roksoo!’

Suddenly, Roksoo felt as if he’d achieved some sort of enlightenment like the ones described in murim stories. He felt an overwhelming warmth spread throughout his body and a rush of adrenaline pumped through his veins exponentially. This power… He didn’t know where it had suddenly manifested from, but he was sure now. He could get out of here using it. His mind and body began working beyond their limits, and eventually everything around him felt like it was moving at a snails pace.

‘Instant..?’

His second ability from his past life, Instant. Time would seize and he could move freely for a short while. With a heavy cost on his body of course.

‘But this… it’s similar to instant, but it’s not completely it. I think— No, I can definitely handle this much better than what I’ve been able to before in Korea.’

His new body must’ve integrated Instant into another power. And this new power was about to help him escape. A small smirk graced his torn and bloodied face. Perfect.

Shackles that were tying his limbs down shattered beneath the little dragon’s feet in the blink of an eye, and in a literal instant he was darting across the passage with his slashed and scarred limbs.

‘Keep going. I have to keep going and get out of here!’

He was sprinting through the corridors, and if anybody had looked his way all they would’ve seen was a long, red blur. A bright light was beginning to seep in between the cracks in the ceiling of the dark man-made cave he was confined in.

‘Screw the consequences, we’re blasting through!’

With incredible speed, Roksoo was right beneath the seeping cracks of light and expanded his unused wings for the first time. His wingspan barely fit within the wide corridor as he spread them out and up, blasting off from his spot on the ground and flying like a rocket towards the ceiling. He was making it out.

Just as he impacted and the dust and debris had shot up everywhere, he spotted a few individuals standing far off in the sunlight. The most notable was a red haired main of fairly tall stature completely frozen in place by Roksoo’s sudden escapade. He wore a strange white mask over his upper face, his eyes a bright red with hints of brown. The person looked far to similar to Roksoo. His prominent crimson red and his own piercing reddish-brown eyes. They would’ve looked entirely the same if it weren’t for Roksoo’s current form.

He only locked eyes with the man for a split second, and continued shooting up into the sky. He began to hear shouts and alarms blaring within his vicinity. He had been encaged in a mountain with a large encampment stealthily surrounding it. He’d remember this exact spot.

Massive fireballs and arrows began piercing the sky in an attempt to bring Roksoo down, but he clumsily maneuvered around each and just barely grazed a few on his crimson scales. Suddenly, a blinding white spear had crossed his vision. And before he knew it, another had pierced right through his wing, tearing it open a considerable amount. Roksoo stifled the cry of pain that threatened escaping his lips, and instead gritted his teeth and continued to fly towards any kind of safety. Anything other than here will be safe, he just needs to lose these bastards first. The adrenaline rush he had originally received numbed all the pain in his body, but he knew that wouldn’t last with his current levels. He had to make use of every last bit of this power that he had in him.

He flew over an ocean and kept flying as far away as he could. Eventually he reached the mainland. The forest underneath him was dark and vast, a perfect hiding spot. He glides over the tree-line and with his remaining strength he just barely managed a suitable landing right by a flowing river. His landing was a little on the rough side and he was still so sore, but… he had finally made it out. He was successful. Now, he could truly live a slacker life! Wait— he still needs to get back at the bastards who had tortured him in the first place. Ah.. he also needs to secure enough funds for his slacker life as well.

Sigh.

Roksoo had much to do before he got to live a peaceful life.

‘But first, let’s just lay here a little while longer…’

Roksoo succumbed to his exhaustion and pain, entering a deep slumber.

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THANKS FOR READING to the end !! please let me know ur input, things i could change, add, etc, i lack a lot in this field and value ur feedback ! 😋

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New Endings - Part 3

Part 3 | Tommy Shelby x reader

A/N: Well this is posted later than I intended but I was struggling with this one and after working a little bit too long on it, idk what to think of it anymore 🥲 Anyway, I hope you'll still like it!

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of injuries, mentions of domestic violence/abuse.

Word count: 5.4k

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Tommy held his aunt's displeased gaze, if her angry tone didn't already gave away how she felt, her eyes would for sure. "Did you forgot who her fiancé is? Who says we can trust her?"

"It's (Y/N), Pol." Tommy's toneless voice objected, not impressed by Polly's words. "You think people won't change? It’s our company that’s connected to the house, it’ll become a fucking target." She confuted.

Tommy had gathered Polly, Arthur, John and Michael for a family meeting in his office in Arrow House. He had enlightened them on the new situation and found details about David. Much doubt arose when he announced that (Y/N) stayed at the old family home, mostly from Polly who questioned her intentions or that from her fiancé.

“Ah c’mon Pol, d'you really think she’d try anythin'?” John turned in his chair to look at his aunt, his eyebrows furrowed. Not believing (Y/N) would have any intentions to screw them over.

“She won’t.” Tommy interrupted them as he leant back in his chair. He hadn't expect the backlash he just received, assuming they would all just accept it. The words of his aunt lingered in his head, maybe he was taking a risk but at the same time he didn’t believe (Y/N) would go against him. Not in the state he had found her in.

“She stays there. I’ll find her a home in the meantime.” He looked at each of his family members, a dominant look in his eyes, a sign that there was no room for negotiation. Something that didn’t work well on Polly. “You’re blinded, Thomas. Remember how it worked out for you the last time.”

Tommy clenched his jaw at her remark, annoyed that she brought up his late wife and the way she had lied to him. Despite the betrayal it didn’t stop him from loving her and forgiving her. Something Polly never did.

“I’m helping her so that bastard doesn’t kill her.”

Michael cleared his throat, the tension between Polly and Tommy was clearly palpable and it made him feel uncomfortable. “With who is David involved with?” He wondered, recalling the information Tommy gave them earlier. “I don’t know yet.”

“We’ll keep an eye on that bloody bastard, right Tom?” Arthur looked at his younger brother, showing him that he got his back. “We do.”

Polly shook her head. “Isn’t this place big enough?" She referred to Arrow House. "You have plenty of space for a guest.”

“She felt safe at Watery Lane.” Tommy directed his attention back to his aunt. Polly narrowed her eyes. “That’s what she tells you.”

Tommy sighed as he kept his gaze on her. “Thank you all for coming.” His brothers and cousin got up to leave the office together, unlike Polly, who remained in her chair with her arms crossed.

“You’re dismissed Pol, free to go.” He bossed her while he put his glasses on his nose and took a folder with documents from his desk.

“You wouldn’t let her stay here, do you?” Polly sneered at him. He looked up over his glasses. “I wouldn’t want to give off the wrong ideas now, do I?”

A humorless laugh fell off her lips. “Please, Thomas don’t-“ Tommy slammed the folder on the desk, making Polly slightly jump at the sudden noise. “Listen to me, eh?! She's no bad news. We’ll go see her tomorrow and you’ll see with your own bloody eyes what happened. I’m not fucking stupid Pol.”

Polly let the silence after Tommy's finished sentence surround them for a moment as she stood up. She walked over to his desk and leaned over it, pointing her finger in his face. “You don’t realize what you got yourself into.” Her eyes were boring into his, showing him that she meant it.

Rays of sunlight streamed trough the small gaps of the curtain, touching (Y/N)'s face in a kind way. The soft light slowly awoke her from her peaceful rest. She snuggled into the blanket as she opened her eyes, carefully taking in her surroundings. Her mind took her back to the events of the day before, just like it did during the night until exhaustion took her into it's arms and gave her the rest she so desperately needed.

The room felt safe and if she could, she would lock herself in there so she didn't have to worry about anyone. Unfortunately things weren't that easy and she had to prepare herself for her new future, something new and unknown.

She sat up and put the pillow against the metal bedframe. While she got comfortable, she looked around the room. It was exactly how she remembered it, the flower pattern on the wallpaper, the chair next to the bedside table and the tapestry that hung next to the bed. It was as if the younger versions of both her and Tommy could walk trough the door at any moment. The sigh that left her mouth was slow as she reminded herself of easier times.

She got up and changed into the dress that Tommy had left for her before opening the curtains. The sky had replaced the somber grey colors for a calm blue one, clouds were dappled here and there. Golden threads of the morning sun directly shined into the bedroom, a smile tugged on the corners of her lips as she looked outside. It felt as if this was nature's way to tell her that she made the right decision. Or well, she would like to believe it was.

She turned away from the window and left the room to make her way downstairs where she got herself a cup of tea. The kitchen didn't offer her the same safe feeling as Tommy's bedroom did, making her feel like some kind of intruder in a place where she shouldn't be.

She looked up at the clock on the wall, no idea on what to do next. Her belongings were not with her, she didn't dare to set a foot outside and she didn't know when or if Tommy came back today.

The sound of footsteps made her snap out of her thoughts as her heartbeat exceeded. "Good morning, love."

"Polly..." She breathed out the visitors name while she tried to keep her composure, knowing her voice had probably betrayed her already. She hadn't expect to see Tommy's aunt, at least not yet. "Good morning."

"It's been a while." The dark haired woman looked at her as a small smile played on her lips. While she eyed the younger woman in front of her, she let Tommy's words play trough her head again. He was convinced that they could trust (Y/N) however there was something that didn't sat right with her.

"It is." (Y/N) returned a small smile. "Would you like some tea? I just made some." She asked Polly, her hands trembled slightly while she put her cup on the table.

"I'll get it myself." Polly answered before taking off her coat and hanging it on the rack. "How have you been?"

"Well..." She let her hands rest on the back of a chair that stood by the table. "I'm alright."

"Alright?" Polly filled a cup and turned to face her. "If you were alright, I don't think you would be here." She pointed out while she sat down at the table. "I-"

"Please take a seat." Polly interrupted her, directing her with her eyes. Her gaze did not leave the woman in front of her until she sat down. "I heard you were engaged."

"I am. For a while actually." (Y/N) confirmed while she twisted the ring around her finger. She felt her palms getting sweaty, unable to tell why she felt so nervous all of sudden. Polly had always been good to her and they got along from the moment they had met.

Polly sipped on her tea, letting the silence linger for a while before she spoke up again. "You're living in London now?" (Y/N) nodded in response. "Yes." She wasn't able to stand the long silences Polly used after her answers. "It's been very different from what I was used to."

"Better?" The older woman asked her. (Y/N) shrugged. "In some ways."

"I think London is convenient for your fiancé's work, isn't it?" Polly's head was slightly tilted backwards as she looked down at her with a raised eyebrow, (Y/N) broke the eye contact and looked down at the table. "It is. Easier for the distribution of the car parts."

"I see." Polly noticed that the behavior of the woman in front of her was different, nothing like she had remembered. She noticed the bruises in her neck and on her arms, which she had tried to cover up with the dress she was wearing. Her confident appearance was replaced with fear and shame. "And now you're here."

(Y/N) felt Polly's gaze almost burning into her skin. Her questions made her wonder what else she knew about her life or David's. She just nodded, thinking about a way to tell her without making it too complicated for herself. "I couldn't take it anymore." Her voice was soft, almost too scared to admit it.

"Tommy told me." Polly's expression softened as she started to feel pity for her. "I didn't expect him to help me." (Y/N) dared to look up at her again as she heard a soft laugh coming from her mouth. "He's full of surprises lately."

The sound of the front door alerted both of them. She felt her body tense as she looked at the opening that led to the small hallway where a familiar man had showed up.

"Did I miss the tea party?" Tommy's low voice filled the room while he walked in, giving his aunt a stern look.

"You did." Polly shot back at him, unfazed by his attitude. "Very eager to come see her, eh?" He sneered, annoyed by the fact his aunt didn't listen to him. "I thought she'd like some company." Polly fake smiled at him, knowing exactly how to push his buttons.

Tommy took his cap off and put it on the table in front of him before sitting down. "Would you like some tea?" (Y/N) questioned, already getting up to get him some.

"No. I won't be here long." He leaned back in the chair, looking at her the way Polly did, waiting for her to sit back down. "Oh, okay." She sat back on her chair. "I guess you've already discussed a few things?" Tommy asked, referring to Polly's early visit.

"We did." Polly answered before drinking some of her tea. "Good." Tommy redirected his attention back to (Y/N). "We might have a house for you, it's not much but it's safe. You'll be able to move there in a few weeks."

"A house? Tommy..." While she was lost for words, she tried to let the new information sink in. Tommy took a wad of cash out of his pocket, shoving an amount of it, her way. "This is for food and clothes. Finn can get you some groceries." He assured her while glancing at his aunt who's dark eyes were almost burning holes into his skin. "And I'm sure Polly wouldn't mind to buy you a few dresses."

"No. No I can't take this." She pushed the money back to him. "You did enough already, I don't even know how I have to pay you back." She was taken aback by his gesture, it was way too much.

"You don't have to pay me back. Just take it." He shoved it back to her way, putting the rest of his money back in his pocket. "I know it's not the same as your belongings but this is what I can do for now."

"Oh no... Please don't worry about it. I'm... I just don't know what to say." It didn't felt right to take his money. She wasn't sure if it was because it came from Tommy or that things just went way too fast but either way it made her feel uncomfortable.

"You don't have to say anything. It's yours." He assured her while he got up, grabbing his cap off the table. (Y/N) looked up at him, shaking her head. "I can't-"

"You can." Tommy put his cap back on his head. "Can I at least invite you dinner for tonight? I can't just take it without doing anything back." She offered, it was the least she could do.

He looked at her in silence while blinking a few times. "If you insist." She nodded. "I insist. 7 PM? "

"I’ll see you tonight."

Plates were neatly put across from each other and the bottle of whiskey was already waiting to be opened. Food was almost finished and even though she was a bit late there was no need to hurry since there was still no sign of Tommy.

Knowing he was always on time, she started to worry. Maybe something had happened to him or maybe he changed his mind about the dinner. But if it was the last thing, he would’ve let her know. Right?

She cleaned her hands after she turned the stove off and peeked trough the window. The streets were pretty calm, except for a few people here and there but none of them was the one she was looking for. She decided to wait a little longer and sat down at the table, opening the book Polly had brought her, along with her new clothes and groceries.

It was a welcome distraction for the time she had to kill because much later than expected, Tommy finally entered the house.

She put her book down and looked up at him. "Is everything alright?" She asked him while he took off his cap and coat and sat down at the table. "Everything's alright." He looked at her when she gazed quickly over at the clock. "A little inconvenience at one of the factories." He added, addressing the fact why he was late.

An embarrassed feeling went trough her body when she noticed he caught her looking at the clock, not wanting to give him a feeling as if she was anxiously waiting for him. "Oh, no don't worry. I already thought that it had something to do with... business." She half lied, leaving out the fact that she was worried.

Tommy nodded as he observed her, noticing her new dress and the make up she was wearing. "I like the dress." He boldly told her, making her smile in response. "Thank you. I like it too, Polly got exactly what I wanted."

"I'm glad." He replied as he watched her get up. "You must be hungry." She assumed when she got his plate and took it to the stove. "I made roasted chicken and baked potatoes with cheese."

"It smells nice." He admitted while she put his plate back in front of him. She opened the bottle of whiskey and poured him a glass. "Thank you."

When she got herself a plate as well and had poured herself a glass of wine, she sat across from him. An uneasy feeling crept up on her, it felt weird to have dinner with him after everything that had happened. The only thing that made her feel better was that he didn't seemed as tensed as he was that morning.

"I hope you'll enjoy your meal." She politely smiled at him as she cut a piece of her chicken. "I think I will." He responded before taking a sip of his whiskey.

"Were you able to get some sleep last night?" Tommy wondered, he had noticed that she looked less exhausted than the evening prior. "Yes, a bit but enough to feel better than yesterday."

He nodded as he calmly ate his food. She eyed him carefully, becoming more aware of the things she had already seen in The Garrison. The tired look on his face and the lack of happiness in his eyes were a big contrast to what she had remembered. She thought back at the words he had said to her in the pub, their kiss and how she hit him after. She had felt a yearning to go back and undo what was done. What she did was equally as bad as the things David did.

"I'm sorry." She blurted out, earning a confused look from Tommy. "For what?"

She looked down at the table, feeling insecure under his intense stare. "Hitting you. You know... at The Garrison. After you-." She stammered, feeling stupid that she wasn't able to get out one proper sentence.

"It was very painful, y'know." He deadpanned. She looked up at him, a hint of guilt in her eyes until she realized he was joking. "I'm serious Tommy." He leant back and took a sip of his whiskey. "Me too, that ring hurts."

She parted her lips to speak up but didn't know what to say. A small smile appeared on his face. His attempts to be funny didn't gave her the chance to explain her feelings. "I felt really bad."

"Don't." He assured her, his way to ease her feelings. "You're not angry about it?" Tommy shook his head. "No, 'm not."

She was relieved that he wasn't mad about what she did although his short answers didn't gave her full satisfaction, wondering if he maybe didn't want to talk about it. While Tommy continued eating the food she made, she wondered if the silence had become a family thing since the conversation with Polly wasn't really flowing either. "So..." She awkwardly started, trying to bend the conversation into a different subject.. "How's the family been?"

"Good." He put the cutlery down. "Arthur got married, John became a father again, Ada and Finn are doing well." Her eyes widened in surprise. "Really?" She marveled with a small smile on her face. "That's great news."

"I guess it is." Tommy filled his glass with whiskey once more. His comment made her wonder what he meant but she decided to leave it. "Finn must've changed a lot."

"He did grew up, yeah."

"I remember I caught him smoking when he was just a little boy." She chuckled softly. "Probably wasn't the first and the last time." Tommy snorted lightly as the corner of his lips turned slightly upwards. He couldn't keep count on the numerous of times he had caught the young boy with a cigarette in his mouth.

(Y/N) shared a little more about her memories of the Shelby's as it seemed to be the easiest way to make a conversation with the one in front of her. While they finished their dinner and drank some more, he attentively listened to her stories.

"Well, I think I'll have to thank you for dinner, eh?" Tommy had turned his chair to look at her while she was doing the dishes. He had taken his suit jacket off, leaving him in his dress shirt and vest. "You're not staying for a drink?"

"I've already had a few." He stated as he saw how her lips turned into a smile. "I can get you a glass of water." Her witty comment made him think of the many she used to make all the time. "I'd rather not."

While she dried the last plate, she turned to look at him. "Then at least stay for one more?" She asked him. Despite their dinner starting off awkward, she ended up enjoying it and she wouldn't mind to chat a bit more. "Alright then."

Once she finished, they both moved to the small living room where they sat across from each other. The fireplace warmed the room and a few candles were spread trough the place, the flames glowing on their faces.

"The whole house is exactly like I remember it." She giggled, the wine had given her a little more confidence but also helped her to feel at ease. Tommy looked around, nodding his head slowly. "Not much has changed."

"It's weird to think about how it looks like time stood still while everyone's lives has changed so much." She concluded as her eyes fell on a picture of the three brothers, Tommy was no older than 19. Tommy's gaze moved to the picture before looking at her. "Everyone's lives or our lives?"

(Y/N) turned her head to meet his eyes and shrugged, not expecting his question as it seemed he wanted to keep a distance in every conversation that night. "Both, maybe." Tommy swirled his whiskey in his glass. "Do you think you'd be still living around here, if you didn't meet David?"

She thought about his question. "Maybe, yes. I don't think London is where I belong." She pulled her knees up and let her legs rest on the sofa she was sitting on. "It's too busy, I guess. The people are different as well."

"How did you meet him?" Tommy asked while he leaned his arms on the chair, curious about how she met him. "At a party, in a club. Also in London." She took a sip of her wine. "A friend invited me. He was there with a group of his friends and he came to the rescue when some Italian was bothering me." She smiled at the memory. "We hit it off pretty well and it turned out the Italian was friend of his who had a few too many drinks."

Tommy nodded once more, replaying the words in his head. This could be information that would help him find the missing link he was looking for, it confirmed his suspicion.

"For how long have you been engaged now?" He continued asking about her relationship. "6 months. He promised he'd do better so I said yes."

"But he didn't." He concluded. "No." She looked at the fireplace as she thought about the past few years. "For how long have you been married?"

"A few months." (Y/N) saw Tommy's eyes change, although his expression remained the same. "Did you love her?"

"I did." He sighed after he finished his whiskey. "Yeah.."

"I'm sorry Tommy." She immediately apologized. She didn't want her curiosity to be the reason behind a ruined night as it appeared to be a sensitive topic. He shook his head, his eyes finding hers again. "No, it's okay."

They both remained silent, thinking about their lives and how things could've ended so differently. (Y/N) decided to get up and get herself another glass of wine. She passed the chair where Tommy was sitting and gently took the glass out of his hand. Their fingers touched briefly, sending a kind of warm sensation trough his body. He looked up at her, her eyes meeting his as they locked their gaze for a moment. His electric blue eyes stared directly into hers, just like they had done many times before. A familiar feeling found it's way in her stomach before she looked away. "I'm- I'll get you a new one." She mumbled before making her way to the kitchen.

Her heart was beating faster as she leaned against the counter, not fully understanding what her body tried to tell her. While she took the time to get herself together, she decided to just blame it on the alcohol.

When she returned with their drinks, she found him smoking in his chair while he let his head rest on his other hand. His eyes were staring at the table. She stopped in front of him, getting his attention as he looked up. “Are you okay?” She asked before handing him his glass.

He blew smoke out of his mouth while he sat up. “I am.” Her hand found its way to his cheek as she gently stroked his skin with her thumb, a way to comfort him. Their eyes finding each other again while she continued. He had missed the genuine and gentle touches of solace. The contact of her skin on his, made him crave for more. Just as he wanted to lean into her touch, she pulled her hand away. Taking the comfort only she could give, with her.

She hadn’t expected to be so drawn to the urge to touch him. Usually she wouldn’t dare and she wasn’t even sure if he was okay with, although his intense stare almost assured her that she was doing something right. The increase of confidence from the alcohol was helping her more than she realized, it could be a good time to use it while it lasted.

“Can I ask you something?” She sat back on the sofa as she watched him finish his cigarette. “You can.”

“Did you mean it what you said? That the ring on my finger should’ve been yours?” Tommy blinked a few times before nodding slowly. “You know I did.”

“Then why did you let me go in the first place?” She let her fingers slide over the stem of her wineglass, the wait for his answer forming an unknown feeling in the pit of her stomach. “Because this life’s not a life where you belong. We'd be better off without each other.”

She remembered the countless arguments that started that last conversation which broke her heart. She didn’t want to give up on him, on them but he forced her to. He forced her out of his life as if it was nothing, as if she was nothing but just an erased memory.

She remembered the evening he told her it was for the best if they didn't saw each other anymore. It was for the best he said but in the end nothing turned out for the best.

She remembered how he told her how life was going to be from that moment, that she had no choice if she stayed but that the exact life within her choice, wasn’t one she belonged to. His words were harsh and his demeanor was cold, as if he didn’t want to understand her feelings or might as well pretended that he didn’t. Only to make it easier for himself.

She remembered how she called him a selfish bastard, how she hated him and how he just stared at her, saying nothing.

“You could’ve protected me and still let me live my own life.” Tommy shook his head as stubbed out his cigarette. “You hated how there were people always watching you, remember the many times you told me it was suffocating you? It only became worse after that, you wouldn’t be happy.”

She couldn’t deny the suffocating feeling it gave her, knowing that everywhere she went, there would be someone watching her. Good or bad, it didn’t matter. But she loved him deeply and a part of her didn't care anymore, as long as she could be with him. “I loved you, do you realize that?”

He sighed softly at her words before taking a sip of his drink. “You think I didn’t love you?”

“No… not the way you left me heartbroken with a shit explanation in the middle of the same fucking kitchen we just had our dinner in. If you really loved me, you would’ve listened to me but you never did.” Her words held the anger she had for years but still came out calmly. "And don't even get me started on how quick you fucking replaced me, that's not love."

Tommy clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I listened (Y/N). I always fucking listened but I knew it would never make you happy. I never would. And talking about replacing, eh? I fucking told you I didn't replace you. Have you forgotten how I went looking for you after you left?"

She scoffed as she listened to him. “Oh yeah, because you were so sorry. So sorry for yourself, that you ended up alone again." Her voice became louder, just like the anger within her. "If you really wanted to find me, you would. Just like a few weeks ago."

"You didn't want to be found." He defended, getting annoyed at her accusations. "Not after what you did, no."

He shook his head as he put his glass on the table, a little harsher than expected. “You wouldn’t be happy but I wanted you to be.” He pointed his finger at her. “I didn’t want to throw away the years we had and I didn’t want to break your fucking heart but I knew how much you loved your fucking freedom and I didn’t want to be the person that would take it away from you.”

She looked at him, his words hitting her in a way she didn’t expect. His voice was strong and determined. She wasn't sure if it was anger or not. “You were always that strong, independent woman. Always out there to do whatever you wanted. Who the fuck was I to take it away from you, eh? You know it would’ve made you unhappy. Love wouldn’t have changed that.”

“I still am.” Her words sounded soft as she disagreed with his statement. “What?” His eyebrows furrowed at her comment. “I’m still the same woman. You said were.”

“Please, have you looked…” Tommy didn’t finish his sentence, instead he took a deep breath and leaned back in the chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. Her body tensed and her eyes narrowed as she waited for to finish his sentence. “Have I looked, what?”

“Have you looked at yourself?” He continued his abruptly stopped sentence. He sat up straight, his voice picking up the same tone as before. “You’re far from that. The woman I knew would’ve dared to yell in my face if I deserved it, she would speak up when no one else would and she wouldn’t take shit from anybody.”

(Y/N) gulped at his words, tears brimmed in her eyes as she kept his gaze, listening to the other things he had to say.

“The woman in front of me is a ghost of all of that. The spark in your eyes is gone and all I see is fear. You changed in the worst way and it’s because of him. He fucking ruined you (Y/N).”

She sniffled softly, as she tried not to break down in front him. He was right.

Tommy's eyes did not leave her frame. She tried to take a deep breath, ready to speak up but she couldn't. He moved to the edge of his seat to place a hand on her knee, squeezing it gently.

"You're nothing better." She choked on her words as she watched his thumb moving in patterns over her knee. "I would've ended up the same as I stayed with you." Of course he wasn't the same as David but her life wouldn't have looked much different than from what it did now.

Her mind took her back to David who told her so many times how much he loved her. Who always made it up to her after his outbursts, telling her how sorry he was and that he would do better. He did, even if it only lasted for a few days until he fell back in old patterns. Despite it all, she still loved him, or at least she thought she did. Perhaps it could be the fear speaking, that when she told herself she didn't, he'd come find her.

Tommy shook his head as he felt himself losing his temper. There were many people who held grudges against him and those also brought many accusations however being compared to David was something completely new.

"If you ended up the same, then please enlighten me on the last time I caused this." He grabbed her arm and lifted her sleeve a little harsher than intended, revealing her bruised arm.

She gasped and looked up at him with widened eyes. "Stop, Tommy." While he let go of her arm, she quickly pulled her sleeve down. "I never laid one single finger on you, now tell me again that I'm nothing better than that fucking bastard!" His voice was harsh and full of bitterness. "I don't understand why you keep fucking defending him while nothing like this looks like the love you've been desperately looking for."

She watched him get up and looked up as he towered over her. His words hitting her like he hoped they did, an attempt to wake her up and make her realize what she was doing.

"If you want to go back to him, then please go but remind yourself that if you stay with him, you'll end up six feet under within a year. And he wouldn't even be sorry."

Thank you so much for reading! Please let me know what you think!

Taglist: @cyphah @kissforvoid @liter4ti

#New Endings #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x fem!reader #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders one shot #tommy shelby one shot

[hey-august]

Hi hii

Do you also write angst?

If so...I'm genuinely curious on what's your take if Buggy's partner was severely injured and in the verge of death in his arms.

Don't mind me,,just craving a freshly baked Buggy angst 🤡

-soupsprout

Ahhhh, sorry this took a bit!

I love angst, but I've only ever written relationship-angst. Like poor communication skills or intense self-loathing.

This was a fun one to try! Fun and painful! I kinda hurt now! 🥲 I hope it hits the spot for you, @soupsprout

The ending is ambiguous and there isn't comfort because I like the pain, but I have an idea for an uplifting ending and one for a painful ending. LMK if you're interested in hearing about either 😉

Edit: Sad ending here

WC: ~900 Warnings: NSFW - grievous injury & blood, Buggy x GN!reader, established relationship, angst no comfort

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Injuries are inevitable during a fight, and this was a fucking ambush. The crew was bound to collect new wounds and scars when they started at a disadvantage. But when shit hits the fan, they’re relentless. This time, that was a bad fucking trait.

As the din diminished and the ship drifted into eerie post-battle quiet, Buggy found you sitting against a wall. The crewmates you fought alongside were also in various states of reprieve. Leaning on crates, crouching on the ground, some even laying down as they caught their breaths. But none of them were sitting in a growing puddle of blood. None of them looked as ashen as you did. The sticky red hand squeezing your leg told the story.

Ripping his bandana off his head, Buggy sprinted over to you and kneeled on the dirty ground. He peeled your hand back, exposing the gash. This was real bad. The placement was bad. The depth was bad. He could see the surge of blood come and go, following your heartbeats. Biting the hem of his bandana, Buggy tore it into strips and wound them just above the wound. Tight but not too tight - he remembered that much.

You winced as he tied a knot and tried to push his hands away. Adrenaline dulled the pain from the original wound, but all this extra shit was too much.

“Stop,” you whined, smearing blood from your hand to his wrist. 

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry. Just a little more, okay?”

“Don’t, Buggy…it hurts enough, just leave it.” 

“Fuck, no! Listen, we need to stop the bleeding. I have to…” 

Buggy didn’t know how to tell you that he needed to pack the wound and it was not going to be pleasant. It had been years since he had to dress a wound like this. He didn’t have to do this for himself since eating the goddamn Devil Fruit and his crew had a doctor to tend to the others. Right, a doctor!

Dragging the closest crew member over by the collar of their shirt, Buggy started shouting, “YOU! Go get the doctor, get a medic, fuck - just go get someone! Get fucking Mohji!”

The pirate scrambled to their feet and yanked another mate up to join him in a search for help.

“Mohji?” you repeated with a soft laugh.

“He can help. He takes care of Richie, maybe he knows-”

“I’m not a lion, Buggy. It’s not the same.” 

Your over-dramatic condescending tone could have fooled the pirate into believing you were okay if your voice didn’t shake. If you weren’t talking more with your eyes shut than open. If you hadn’t lost enough blood that it was seeping into the knees of his pants.

“I dunno, you’re as annoying as Richie.” 

You smiled but didn’t respond. 

Buggy glanced around the room, which was nearly empty. The only ones left were the ambushers who didn’t survive and anyone who couldn’t run through the ship. No one had come back with any fucking help, though. 

“Hey, keep your eyes open,” Buggy said, squeezing your cheeks. 

You did what he asked, but it took a few tries. Your eyes fluttered shut more than once before you succeeded in keeping them open.

“M’tired, Buggy,” you said in a low voice. A sad voice. A scared voice.

“You can sleep later. I’ll even let you sleep on my side of the bed, okay? Just stay awake for now. Captain’s orders!”

Another smile, softer than the last one. Even Buggy could hear the desperation cracking in his throat.

“I have to do one more thing to stop the bleeding, alright? It’ll hurt and then you’ll feel better. Take a deep breath for me, okay? You can do that?”

You nodded and inhaled. It was slow and stuttering as you tried to take in as much air as you could. Buggy waited until you were too focused on breathing before jamming a wad of torn fabric into the leaking wound. He winced as you let out a loud groan and your whole body stiffened in pain.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m all done. You did so good.” 

Buggy rushed to comfort you, pressing kisses to your forehead and wiping away the tears falling from your eyes with the back of his hands. Blood didn’t make him nauseous, but the sight of his palms stained red with yours did. Nauseous and nervous.

Your eyes were closed again. He asked you to open them. He asked again. They cracked open just a little. Enough to make him feel better and feel worse.

“Hey, what do you call a lion at the South Pole?”

“What?” Your head tilted and your brows tightened. You were thinking.

Buggy watched your lips move slowly as you repeated his question.

You opened your eyes a little wider and looked at him with as much confusion as you could muster. You shook your head slightly. 

“Oh, you don’t know?” he teased with a big grin. A fake smile to keep you distracted. “Keep thinking about it. If you just can’t figure it out, I’ll tell you when you get better. Alright?”

You mouthed an affirmative response, but didn’t make a sound.

“So it’s a deal? You’ll get better and then I’ll tell you the answer. You gotta get better, though, okay?” 

Buggy grabbed your hands, hoping you couldn’t feel how he was shaking. He wished he couldn’t feel how cold you were.

You nodded and closed your eyes to think.

#buggy angst #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown #x reader #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy

[sunberies]

uhhh uhm uhhh RAPUNZEL TROLLS AU WITH MY SILLY LITTLE BROPPY KIDS💀💀

OK OK OK so we’ve got both of my broppy kids in here cause i’m CRAZY

Rosie(Rosanna) is the firstborn and is the one that gets snatched and raised by Creek in a secluded pod out in the forest (Creek found out somehow that Poppy and Branch wanted to use Rosie or something like it cause of,,. you know,..,. and he thought that’d it be super mega funny if he used the name so he could take ANOTHER thing from them idk i made him like kinda insane in this story) she has magical hair too, like in tangled cause that’s just what this is, a tangled retelling with my silly ocs🤭 also NO MAIN ROMANCE STORYLINE IN HERE BESIDES BROPPY AND WHATEVER OTHER ONES I DECIDE ON-

anyways,

SECONDBORN is my sweet dear boy Sunny, Sun Beam, Sunshine, he’s going to be in the place of Flynn Rider in this story, so like i said, NO ROMANCE it’s two siblings finding each other, cause that seems to be a theme in the trolls world💥

maybe this is where i’ll post all the world building i’ve created for this story, cause i can’t really fit it all in the actual story ya know🥲

ANYWAYS i’m probably going to make more posts just rambling about this world later on BY GUYS LOVE YOU🩷💥

#trolls #trolls au #rapunzel au #broppy kid #creek trolls #OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT SOUTH PARK CREEK💀💀 #anyways #rapunzel trolls au #i’m insane #im just a girl

[vibesswithdani]

LITTLE SUCCESS STORY: HOW I ALMOST ENTERED THE VOID THROUGH A LUCID DREAM?

(Long ass post 💀)

Ok, so this happened two days ago.

On Thursday night, I took some melatonin gummies and a while later I fell asleep at midnight or 1:00am. When I woke up, it was about 4:00am.

I couldn’t really go back to sleep after that so I decided to stay up for a while and chill and listen to music.

And I believe 2 hours later, i started to feel really tired and I wanted to go back to sleep. So just for the vibes I decided to go on YouTube (yess, YouTube I was very surprised when I got no ads while listening 💀) and listen to music in my headphones while i was about to fall asleep.

(Specifically, James Joint by Rihanna and James Joint II by James Fauntleroy on a loop and it was slowed 🤭)

Then i started to get dreams while the music was still playing! But there weren’t lucid at first. (I remember I was in a dream where I had my headphones on and I was listening to the song that was playing and at one point I wanted the music to be off so I tried turning off my headphones and I was so confused when the music wouldn’t turn off and I realised I was dreaming and that’s when I woke up 😭)

It was such a vibe and so peaceful having dreams while you’re favourite song was playing! While the song is playing, you can really point out details of the song that you didn’t even know were there and it makes you wanna listen to it again and enjoy it more! But that’s just my opinion! 😙✨

After a few dreams, I had the one. The lucid one. This lucid dream was completely unintentional and very unexpected. In the dream, I was in my room, the lights were on and I had my laptop on my chest. I was going to rub my eyes when I saw that one of my hands were missing. I stared at my hand for a while and I remembered that if you look at your hands and something isn’t right with them, you’re in a dream. That was when my dream became lucid.

I decided to immediately use this to my advantage since I wanted to shift more than anything, so I decided to affirm to shift to my dr.

But as I was affirming for my dr, I started to change my mind. I remembered there were still things in there that I haven’t gotten completely figured out yet. (e.g how did I become famous, where do me and my friends live exactly, where do I work exactly, etc) I needed the void to help me, so that’s when I changed my affirmations and started to affirm for the void instead.

While I was affirming, my chest felt super heavy too. Maybe it was because of the laptop but it almost felt like I couldn’t breathe. And while I was affirming for the void, the laptop had a text on it that said “Change Affirmation?” And some other unimportant stuff that I don’t remember. I was like YESS I changed my affirmations, and 💀???

And maybe it was because I felt like I couldn’t breathe, but I just woke up and didn’t feel tired anymore so I couldn’t go back to sleep and get more dreams 🥲

Maybe if I didn’t change my mind about shifting and thought to affirm for the void first instead, I could’ve gotten closer 👀

But I know what to do now 😼

Also I know this can’t be a regular thing because this whole thing happened from 4:00am to 12:00pm or 1:00pm 💀 (btw I did have some bathroom breaks) I only did it this week on Thursday because it’s the holidays for me and it’s my week off college.

I go back to college next week so I probably won’t do this again until my next holiday.

BUT IM ALMOST THERE!! YOU’LL HEAR MY SUCCESS STORY REALLY SOON.😚

And I’m also still affirming. I’ll maybe update how many affirmations I did from 2023 till now by the end of this month.

Anyways:

Stream James Joint by Rihanna 😌

- LOVE, DANI 😇

#affirm and persist #loassumption #manifestation #void challenge #void state #affirmdaily #reality shift #i've already entered #law of assumption #affirmyourreality #Spotify #SoundCloud

[evansbby]

Maybe unpopular opinion, but as a woman, I really just want a man to take care of everythingggg. Yes, I’m in uni and I’ll get my diploma in two years, that doesn’t mean I WANT to work. I sure as hell do not want to wake up every day and work a 9 to 5 job. I’m all for woman having their own rights and stuff, but I’d rather stay at home and cook and clean then go out and work (this is just my opinion). I’d probably work after I graduate for a few years, but if I have a husband who can take care of me, why would I continue working? But also, I know so many women who try so hard to MAKE you have that mindset and then shame you when you don’t want to work or some shit. I actually lost a friend over this and it’s so fucking stupid. All I said was that I’d probably become a housewife anyway (I was stressed as fuck studying for my exam😭) and then she started yelling about how ‘I’m trying to take women’s rights away’. Whatever the hell that means💀

But nowadays it’s hard to find men like that since they all want to split everything🙄🙄🙄 I actually went on a date with a guy like that and he made us split the bill even though he ordered like hundred bucks worth of food while I just had a salade and some water😭😭 I’d be fine with it if I ordered more than him, but I had TWO things. I payed for my food and left, safe to say I blocked his ass on my way home💀

Anyway, I don’t really know why I started rambling about this but I saw your post about Andy Barber making you split the bill and shit and I just had to say what’s on my mind💀 (once again, this is my opinion. i’m not shaming anyone who doesn’t agree) Xx

Me since forever! I remember saying this to my bestie back when i was 18 and she was like “WTF what’s wrong with you!!” And now, six years later she feels the same way lmfaoo

BUTTT i feel like id get bored being a housewife so quickly 😂😂 or maybe i wouldn’t who knows. Or maybe I’d get sick of doing housework bc it’s so annoying… washing dishes and all that. Imagine doing that not only for yourself but now you have to do it for some man too 🥲🥲 THEN AGAIN I’d do it if my man was hot and i was in love with him and also if he was helpful and nice 🥹🥹🥹

But knowing me, i get bored so easily so then I’d want to work 😂😂 nothing stressful! Like just work in fashion hehe but only like two days a week and the rest would be devoted to my hot husband and our family 😏😏 (hardcore imagining Ari or an Ari doppelganger will be my husband fr 😭😭)

I don’t think other women mean to shame you when you say you want this… i know most women want this. But the thing is… men are TRASH. Like genuinely they are trash and most of them cheat and then what???? So maybe it’s good to be financially independent.

(I say that but i too just want my man to take care of me and handle everything and make all the decisions and earn the money while i sit at home and look pretty 🫣🫣)

#anon

[presidenthades]

I am doing very minor revisions of Daemon’s Handbook (mostly formatting and continuity errors), and I wanted to do some behind-the-scenes commentary before too much time passes and I forget my original thoughts. Here’s Chapter 7!

(Note that these commentaries aren’t canon to the verse until/unless the author writes them into the series. I might change my mind on a few points later, but these are the thoughts I had while writing.)

If I had to pick a favorite chapter to write, it’s this one. It’s the first post-time skip chapter, so we get to behold all the children (now young adults) in full horny mood.

Also, Alyssa develops a personality, and BOY is it a personality. I originally planned to make her a female version of Aegon III, who is very quiet, but it occurred to me that a hellion would be more fun (and torturous for Daemon, which is the real goal in this fic).

Aegon and Aemond are supposed to return directly to King’s Landing and wait with their family to receive the Dragonstone party, but Aegon decided he couldn’t wait to see Jace again and Aemond only required mild convincing to go along. And yes, the boys took a bath first in some river so they look nice and groomed~

One of Jace’s biggest character quirks is anxiety. She has ALL the anxiety. Comes with being an eldest sibling and second in line for the throne. I don’t consider her shallow, but she perceives her appearance as an important part of her political and social toolkit because the society they live in puts a lot of stock in appearances, especially women’s. So she’s finicky about looking the right part for every occasion. (Also she wants to look nice for her husband whom she hasn’t seen in three years, nothing wrong with that.)

I made Luce a knitter, partly because I’m a knitter and I like incorporating my interests, and partly because I wanted to give her a textile craft that wasn’t embroidery. I hope I’m not being too biased when I say that in this era, knitted products (like socks) are more useful than embroidered products (like fancy handkerchiefs). The practical value of knitting, and it being an acceptable craft for ladies even if it’s not as popular as embroidery, seemed fitting for Luce, who isn’t super conventional but also not a complete rebel. I also really like the imagery of her sending flowery socks to the Stepstones for Aegon and Aemond and Grandpa Corlys to wear.

Daemon is fit for his age, but he’s in his 40s and he’s got a lot of old battle wounds, so chasing around toddlers is fairly strenuous. Also, toddlers are FAST. Alyssa is closer to three than two, and she’s spent her entire life trying to keep up with her older sisters, so she’s got a fairly good sense of balance and isn’t stumbling around as much.

“Pretty girl” is 100% Aegon’s pet name for Jace, and I’m using it gratuitously in one of the sequel fics, which is Jace and Aegon-centric. (I’ll have an update soon on what I’m writing next, but I’ve decided to break down the epic longfic idea into multiple, more manageable mid-length fics.)

Aemond thinks Alyssa is spooked by his eyepatch and scar at first, but she’s actually falling in love at first sight. 😂 She’s got heterochromia so she probably *likes* that his eyes aren’t symmetrical either.

Aegon and Aemond are no longer afraid of Daemon! They’ve seen a lot of shit in the Stepstones, so their middle-aged uncle seems like less of a big deal now. Poor Daemon.

Aegon and Aemond are currently 18 and 16, so I made their stomachs black holes like most teenaged boys. They also have been eating a lot of rations at the Stepstones, even as royal princes, so a “plain” meal at Dragonstone seems awesome.

I have nothing to say about the melons, except that I’m very sorry for Lucera 🥲

Idk why but there’s something about Jace being very dutiful and proper that attracts messy rebels like Aegon and Baela. Opposites attracting, maybe? Kinda like how Luce is on the wilder side but Aemond is super put-together. I’ve thought about a crackish scenario where Viserys messes things up (as usual) and betroths Jace/Aemond and Luce/Aegon. I think Jace and Aemond would get bored with each other while Luce and Aegon might accidentally kill each other.

Jace and Aegon know their siblings are being stupid about their feelings for each other. Jace tries not to meddle (she doesn’t like it when Daemon meddles so she resists the urge), and Aegon makes fun of Aemond in the half-hearted hope it’ll goad Aemond into doing something.

I like to imagine that Luce eventually invents double-entry accounting in this universe. I also think she’s a big fan of the abacus, which is a more visual way of keeping track of numbers. She also likes charts and graphs in general.

The three dragonglass daggers that Luce orders from the blacksmith are for her, Jace, and Joff. (Luce loves all her sisters, but she has a special place in her heart for the three of them who are full-blooded sisters.) Purple for Jace (royal color for the future queen), green for Luce (like the sea and Velaryon colors), red for Joff (Targaryen color, nice and bloody). She isn’t expecting her sisters to use them as weapons; she wanted to make a gesture before Jace’s official wedding, since it marks a huge change in their lives.

I keep describing Luce and Aemond’s relationship in this fic as Pride and Prejudice-esque, and I stand by it. Miscommunication, ego issues, awkward flirting, a failed first proposal. One commenter described Daemon as the anti-Mrs Bennet, trying his best NOT to let the girls marry. 😂 And if we keep the analogy going, Clement Celtigar is Mr Collins while Otto is the closest thing we have to Lady Catherine de Bourgh.

I established in the beginning that Daemon is very bad with feelings. This scene where he tries to comfort Baela is part of his character arc and emotional growth, but he stumbles a few times more before the end of the fic.

I am very pleased that so many readers pinpointed Joff/Daeron as black cat and golden retriever energy, because I was definitely going for that. Daeron spews a lot of word vomit in his one line of dialogue, but you might notice he mentions “I got that thing you really wanted.” See the final scene in Chapter 11 for “that thing.” 👀

Jace is making PR a priority in her reign (and before her reign). She’s observed how loyal the Dragonstone smallfolk are to the Targaryens and wants to spread that loyalty to the realm’s smallfolk in general. This is why she and Aegon do the flight into the city, and why she has her Princess Diana moment on the way to the wedding.

#my writing #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #meta #hotd fic #house of the dragon fanfic #daemon’s handbook

[camsthesadgirlnow]

my purpose [3]

pairings: beefy!bucky x black reader, mistress!reader, rich ceo!bucky, [scandal show plot]

warnings: smut, cuteness, exhibition kink, public sex but the restaurant is empty, cheating, love

summary: Bucky risks the reputation and goes out w you

part [2]

Bucky and you have been seeing each other for months now, maybe even close to a year. And he was always asking you to go out and go on a date but you were too scared to be seen with him. It confused you because he was always asking you to come out with him but it almost seemed like he didn’t care about his reputation being ruined.

you were laying on your bed scrolling on your phone wearing nothing but panties and his red henly when you heard footsteps walking to your room.

“aren’t you supposed to be working” I tell him

“I couldn’t resist seeing you” he said tacking you and turning you around on your bed. You were facing him with each leg in his side

“What are you actually here for?“ I ask

“I actually wanted to propose something to you” he said his smile beeming

“oh?” You asked looking into his blue ocean eyes

“Come out to dinner with me!” He proposed

Your smile faltered “bucky we can’t. Someone is gonna see us together and then they’re just gonna name me a slut or a homewrecker and I’m not ready for that.”

“Hey listen to me. Over my dead body any one will call you that and it’ll be at a restaurant on the other side of town. I rented it out only for us both. No one will be there except for my bodyguards.” He smiles at you, removing a piece of hair out of your face “I promise baby. Trust me”

“okay” you half smiled, you were excited to be going out with Bucky but there was still a feeling in the back of your mind that made you uneasy. Like something bad was going to happen.

later that night you got dressed and wore one of your favorite blue slip off dress with a slit and blue heels. You kept your makeup simple and your curly hair down.

You heard a message pop up and you were sure it was Bucky saying he arrived. You walked out of your apartment and saw a man posted by the door of the car with it open for you.

“where’s bucky” you asked frank

“he wanted to meet us there ma’am” he responded as you sat on the seat and he got into the driver seat and started driving

a couple minutes later you arrived at the fancy restaurant ablaze, only the richest of the rich could afford eating here. Frank led you into the back that was closed off for special occasions. Barnes was waiting for you by the table that was full of food.

“woah” you exclaimed

“thank you Frank” he nodded towards his bodyguard “you look beautiful my love. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to get you” he said placing his hand on your back leading you to your seat

“It’s okay. Don’t worry” you smile

The past hour has been nothing but jokes and smiles. The nagging feeling in the back of your brain was replaced with happiness. Finally feeling wanted. It was a good feeling, maybe even the best feeling in the world.

“I love you” he confessed to you, his eyes staring into yours “and I know that when I’m with you, I changed so much. I changed my perspective of life. Hayley just uses me for my money but you don’t. You never did and I know you never will.”

He placed your hand in his “I promise that when the dinner of my party comes. I’ll divorce Hayley and be with you.”

“Bucky I love you too” you smile and start kissing him.

His hand reaches into the slit of your dress and he pulls your thigh over his body. You end up straddling up on the seat he was in. His hand pulling down on your straps to show your boobs. Your hands find its way down his zipper and you reach into his slacks and pull out his hard cock. You place it inside you.

“ah” you squeal “daddy”

Unbeknownst to you and Bucky was a camera flash just outside the restaurant recording your actions.

———

a/n: okay I’m finally done this chapter like🥲. Took me forever

#black!reader #bucky x black!reader #bucky barnes #bucky barns imagine #bucky imagine #ceo!bucky #scandal #olivia pope

[peachdues]

Hi! I am fairly new to this app but I have been reading yours and other writers work and it’s amazing!!!!! I’ve always have had the thought in the back of my mind to start writing drabbles or fics but never had the motivation or was too insecure it wouldn’t get any interactions and people wouldn’t enjoy it. However recently as I’m off uni for the summer, I thought fuck it and I want to start! However I’m wondering, what got you inspired to start writing? And were you ever worried or insecure about your works not getting attention or no one liking them? I have those thoughts in the back of my mind which is making me not want to try 🥲 BTW I love your fics and I’m constantly checking for updates !! Your one of the writers who have inspired me :))))) have a good day!!!

Hello, friend!

Thank you for your ask, you’re so sweet! And congrats on having a break from uni 🤍🤍

I’ve been writing creatively since I was small, so the motivation was always kind of there. However, before May, the last time I’d written for fun was probably sometime in early uni? Later on in college, and definitely in law school, I was doing so much technical/research writing that I was kind of burned out with it, so I’d stopped. I picked back up again in May on a whim.

Once I knew I wanted to write, I just sort of daydreamed about different things to see what would get that creative spark going. I don’t even know how my brain narrowed in on demon slayer, as it had been a while since I’d last watched it, but it did.

The first thing I wrote was a scene from Bundle of Joy — when Sanemi pushes his way into the birthing room to hold the reader. I wrote that as a blurb on my phone and put it away. I started building on it later (like, the conflict, the development of their relationship, etc), so by no means was it a planned-out story. It was more of a stream of consciousness than anything, and I jumped around randomly to fill in the details as I thought of them.

And that’s still my writing process! I’ve sent my working draft of part 2 for Tell Me to Stop to a couple of mutuals, but had to explain that I just write full blurbs and occasionally stop mid-sentence until I figure out what to do next. That’s what works for me, but everyone is different!

As for your question on like, whether I’ve felt any insecurities — absolutely. But I also knew I couldn’t get better unless I let myself be a bit rusty at first, and I definitely was — TWAHM is probably my weakest work because I posted it first, and it shows. But, I also didn’t really post it expecting people to like it either — it was more of an incentive for me to do it and work on my creative writing, and once I started, it was like riding a bike again.

I’m a big believer in the “fuck it” mentality — so, I think you should just say “fuck it” and go for it! You might be surprised with how much people like your work — I know I definitely am! Pick a character you really love and play around with ideas for them — that’s why I have so many things for Sanemi, because I adore him, and find him easy to write. I used Sanemi to re-flex my writing muscles, and now I feel a bit more comfortable expanding into other characters, as I want. Maybe something similar will help you ease into it!

If you do decide to ever post anything you write, message me privately and I’ll go hype you up 😘 I hope to see your work soon!!

🌸🍑

#asks #you can do it!! #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi shinazugawa #kny x reader #I believe in you!!

[harusaorix]

Introduction Post~

Hi hi! This is my first time on tumblr (posting) so I don’t really know what I’m doing but here I am! Here’s a little introduction post so you can get to know me better!

About Me!

You can call me haru! I’m 18, British 💔, use she/they pronouns (they/them preferred but idm which you use!) and I’m obsessed with fictional characters.

My page is mainly for my writing, art and other things that come to my mind (shitposting, quotes etc etc)

It’ll probably be obey me based with a sprinkle of other stuff when I feel like it maybe?

My favourite obey me brother would probably be Satan, Beel or Levi, and my favourite side character is all of them because they’re all perfect and you can’t make me chose (except Solomon he’s stinky /j)

Interests

Anime and Manga!! (Bakuten!!, MHA, My Happy Marriage, Howls Moving Castle, Love Live!, Fushigi Yugi, Pretear, Special A, OHSHC, Spy x Family and so many more…)

Other interests: vtubers, vocaloid, gaming, OTOME GAMES, crime documentaries, ninjago… reading fanfic

About My Writing

My writing is mainly for fun! At times it may by OOC but I’ll try my best to keep characters in character (that’s a mouthful)

I’d say I’m somewhat up to date with the obey me story (ty youtube)… I got up to like lesson 30ish of the first OM game ☠️ and then making my way through Nightbringer! (MY CARDS ARE TOO WEAK HELP-) but yeah! I hope to have fun here and enjoy myself and write enjoyable content.

Tags! (for me to remember)

haru posts 👞- for all my posts!

harus writing 🖋️ / harus art 🎨- for my writing and art respectively!

(Will be updated for oc tags etc later!)

Guidelines

If you’re going to repost my work/art please credit me! (Or I’ll put you in the dungeon)

This will be updated when I get more used to this app 🥲 including my request asks and stuff like that!

Thanks for reading! 🫶

#totally know what I’m doing #introducing myself #haru posts 👞

[hypaalicious]

OOOOH HYPAA!!! I recently got into data science too! What course are you taking? Is it driving you insane as well?

Ahaha…

Aiight so boom; as I think I mentioned here briefly before, I got fired from my casino job at the beginning of the pandemic (which is an entire story in and of itself, but I digress). Being jobless sucked because no having income sucked, but I had a lot of free time that I used to finish my novel and dip my toes back into game dev.

Well, despite my husband holding things down as best he can, living off of one income is not sustainable. So, after a year or so of being on unintended sabbatical, I had to start thinking about what I wanted to do for a real job again.

I quickly discovered I had no desire to go back into the casino business. I don’t even believe in gambling like that (don’t @ me over my gacha addiction!!) and I only found myself in it because that’s the primary industry here in Vegas. But that’s also all I did for 7 years straight, so pivoting to a new career would prove very difficult.

My bff sent me a link to a bootcamp that their cousin did and is apparently now earning 6 figures at a remote job. I was like, “oh, word?? 👀” because money + remote is sounding good to me! So I went to sign up for it and they gave me an assessment test. Full of nothing but math, Excel formulas, and business logic.

Chile.

I quickly found out how dumb I was LMAO! They told me to calculate stuff, my brain shut down because I do not math. Asking me about aggregated P&L statements like I know what any of that means? Newp. So by the end of that, I was convinced that they’d figure out I can’t count and wrote it off as a bust.

Until months later and they emailed me saying I was accepted. Into a program with a 7% admission rate.

I thought they were joking, honestly. Because I don’t know what I’m doing. But I figured if the universe is determined to lay this in my lap, it’s gotta be for a reason. So I accepted the invite and got started learning something called Anaplan, which is data modeling software used to organize business data for companies.

So, that’s what I’m in now. To not have this post go longer than it already is, just say that I’ve lost much of my life and sleep to this, lol! In fact, I should be sleep now, but doing this has unfortunately given me insomnia. I’ve wanted to quit multiple times and yet my own pride and stubborn nature refuses to allow me to quit… yet. Maybe to someone with an analytics background will think this is cake, but I am (officially) a published fantasy author!!! I LEARNED FOREIGN LANGUAGES TO AVOID MATH AS SOON AS I WAS ABLE! This is so far beyond my scope I mutter every day why I was accepted because I do not understand.

But… as I like to say too often now… we outchea anyway. 🥲 Pray for me, and I’ll pray for you.

#I know you’re smarter than me though you’ve gotta be #or at least have a background in it #I have so much to do but I don’t know if I have the strength to do it! #but a bitch just MIGHT have the audacity stay tuned #anon ask

[kithtaehyung]

It's just that they all love your writing so much 💜 Please stop the pressure. Your updates always are at the perfect time, when they're ready, when they're meant to be, the flow of your stories is just perfect as it is. It is the process needed, and it's the most important part and such a beautiful journey too: the time you take to create 💌

Thank you, Karen🥺🤍 I do try to not apply pressure to myself but it’s just been harder lately. Idk why! Hopefully it’s just a passing wave.

I’ve always said to keep 3tan organic. When I’m ready to work on it, I will. And the result is truly interesting because this is my most consistent/largest story ever. Looks like organic is the way to go for me!

I think I’m just worried people will leave or get sad when it’s not updating after awhile, or maybe the interaction will fall off if I end up posting later. There’s also the increase of “ooh include this/what if this happens” or “there better be [insert something] coming up,” which is all fun and games when I open the floor for soft/horny hours. But when they come at random and frequently, it adds pressure bc it feels like people are trying to direct the narrative/demanding what they personally want to happen. I feel like a machine instead of a person/simple writer when I get those ngl🥲

Also, some of the things are already planned and I can’t spoil them, or the proposed situation is something that I don’t intend on adding at all. Idk. just normal fanfic author things that I’m running into, I guess😅

In any case, thank you for reaching out. The journey really is the best part, you are so right. I’ll be sure to keep it steady<33

#we’ll be ok! #thank you love #Karen! #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌 #calm tag

[spencersawkward]

BEGGING for a part two to potential please 🥲🥲🥲

omg im glad you liked it!! i have some more in the drafts for it but i didn’t want it to be too long for one post so maybe i’ll post more later 🤍

#sophi talks

[enibly]

An hour and ten minutes of 120 minutes

Monday 4/1/24 --- 12:50 to 2 am

imperial drag -boy or a girl

the name feels so 70s but it’s def a 90s sounding song. Also I always want it to be more than it is but I think that’s unfair of me

blink 182 - josie

This one is basically “my girlfriend who lives in Canada” to me- I just don’t believe their gf is real even with the sourcing details. Also, should I watch vacation someday?

the clash -radio clash

Even though it’s a legendary classic, I still tend to forget it has as good a beat as it does. I want to listen to more Clash but wherever I do I feel existential guilt, like I’m being useless and soporific by not trying too live up to punk ideals

A flock of seagulls - I ran

I would have thought this was not quite avant-garde for 120 minutes, but that’s just the perspective of looking back at this song from 40 years later

morrissey - the last of the famous international playboys

One of the very few sonically bearable non-smiths Morrissey singles. Morrissey says he’s not naturally evil in this song but i dunno if I cam agree; there are few as consistently bigoted and selfish as him. On a side note I was rummaging through my room recently and I found my old enormous Morrissey/Johnny Marr poster… god I loved that poster so much back in the day. I loved the smiths so much back in the day 🥲

The damned -anything

Uh, kinda forgettable within the rest of this lineup. Not awful when I’m hearing it but I forget it instantly

david Bowie - ashes to ashes

A song and video I understand and fall for a little more every time I encounter it. I wish I had more to say about it but nothing I can say can evoke what ashes to ashes feels like

Erasure - love to hate you

The mv that made me want to make this post. I really like this!!! I’ve always been drawn to the lush voice of Erasure’s singer, and this is combining him with a playful and energetic song that uses the best sample of all time (i call it that cause it’s one that never sounds ugly, out-of-place, or cliché despite being insanely famous and commonly used. It’s like a magic sample). And this video is excellent as well- if I made an mv this is what it would be like: strutting through the streets with a proudly partying entourage, performing in shallow water and historical buildings,

Cowboy junkies- sweet jane

Um, boring.

The rentals - friends of p

Ah, this is the kind of band I imagine is on when I see 120 Minutes is playing. It’s not my general style but I watched the whole thing with some fascination, so it’s doing something right. I like the violin bit at the end

Frank black -hang on to your ego

It’s Pet Sounds, baby! You can’t go wrong covering a song by Brian Wilson. I think I would enjoy having more covers on the radio. Maybe the resurgence of Fast Car can start that wave

ned’s atomic dustbin - grey cell green

For a few minutes I was transported to the 90s and everything was ok.

REM - orange crush

Well I’m currently in my 30s, aka my “loving REM” years, so I guess I’ve got my spine, I’ve got my orange crush.

the the - this is the day

Solid, relaxing. I like folk influences

front 242 - tragedy for you

Why do I feel like I remember this beat so vividly even though I don’t recognize this song? Maybe it’s cause their synth sounds the same as the one the Mighty Boosh used? I am Elecro Boy… I am Electro Girl…

Oop well I was hoping to go for 120 min of 120 minutes but Toni Braxton just appeared so it looks like we’re in 90s Nation now. Guess I’ll peace out for now ✌🏽

#music videos #liveblogging #mtv

[livyonpens]

Something really cool happened today and im so excited to be able to share!!

In my Spanish class we watch señor Wooly music videos and do assignments about them. Today in class we watched a new one which was Victors Wife getting terrorized by las mujeres. If you haven’t watched those videos then you probably do not understand one bit but basically a man named Victor had a nervous breakdown about how handsome he is. Victor then married a woman named Feona (At least I think thats her name). Feona and Victor then get bullied at their businesses by some random women in suits.

When everyone in my class realized there was a huge story behind the videos everybody freaked out. My teacher who knew I liked to write asked me if I would like to try and piece together all the story we didn’t know yet and write a story concluding all of it! Of course I said yes and then she explained that a student in a different class period is doing the same thing and we can compare our ideas later! I don’t know if i’ll actually meet him but I really do want to see what he came up with! I wonder how he perceived the characters and environments differently than I did?

Heh, I noticed maybe this is going on a little too long. I’m thinking about possibly posting my final draft here? I’m not to sure though since I don’t think Señor Wooly lore is very known but we’ll see!

This is just so cool to me! I hope my teacher likes it! I hope my classmates do to! especially since they’ve usually laughed at me for what I write but!maybe they’ll try to take this serious 🥲.

I’m truly sorry this is so long 😓. I don’t know if anybody will care enough to see what I have in my head right now. But I will definitely be trying posting a short story here in the next two weeksish! Whether it’s an idea from school or something on my own!

Have a good day or night wherever and whoever you are! ❤️

#creative writing #school

[kimtaegis]

annie <3

happy geburtstag to my most favourite person in the entirety of germany!! i hope you'll have the most wonderful day with al & awi with sooooo many lil cute presents & that everyone in the world is congratulating you cause you deserve it the mostest!!!

im very sorry for not being able to make you a gift myself this year but work sadly got in the way :( but i hope you can feel the love i am sending u through this ask anyways :( you are one of the last bts gifmaker survivors i fear but i'm so glad u stayed cause whenever you post theres no doubt that you yet again managed to 'outgif' everyone else & create the most beautiful coloured set or the most thoughtful and stunning comp. but my favourite things you create are gifts for others where you try to use every detail you know about them to create something so special for them. and the crazy thing is theres no limit to your talent… insane. you make a gift for an artist (awi)? suddenly you are an artist TOO what can't you do……. its so interesting to see what you come up with next and you really manage to top your previous works every single time. the gift for me you made this year still leaves me speechless every time i see it, i'll forever cherish it (thank you again). anyways i love this really talented, creative & kind human being (you) a loooot & i wish you nothing but happiness & lots of love & happy moments in life that will make you smile & that you will succeed in everything u want to do & lots of pretty green clothes & more london trips & all the photocards on your wishlist & endless kisses from me.

have soooo so much fun today with your friends & enjoy your special day to the fullest, get drunk if you can & laugh all the time & eat the most delicious food. I LOVE U IM KISSING YOU MY PRETTIEST BIRTHDAY GIRL <33

noooo mona why do you make me tear up on my birthday :( I don’t even know what to say, that can’t count as a birthday message anymore, that’s a love letter that I’ll print out and put in an envelope and keep under my pillow at night 😔🤍 I have no idea how I deserve all these compliments from you, I know it’s been years by now but I still can’t quite believe you’re my friend 🥲 I admire and adore you so so so much and I’d gladly make ten more edits like the satellite jimin one for you because I’m obsessed with you and your eye for things and the classiness and delicacy you radiate, it’s so inspiring to me, my little muse 💙 we just picked awi up and are now going to watch Barbie!!! I hope that someday we’ll get to meet up like that too, I’d really like that… maybe on a harry concert 😌 I genuinely am obsessed with you and this whole message and I’ll probably read it again a few more times later cause it’s overwhelmingly sweet. I love you terribly baby, thank you for this gift of a letter (which is more than enough) 🤍🤍🤍

#LOVE YOU MISS HYUNSUNG #mona💙 #hyunsung #annie’s 27th #annie’s mail