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sunnylands-world · 1 year
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Draco Malfoy's masterlist
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Welcome to my Draco Masterlist, readers, and I hope you like my fics! Header, banners, and dividers are all by me
Main masterlist
PART 2 HERE
REQUEST ARE ALWAYS OPEN 💚
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You are responsible for your reading choices, please don't report my account or my work. If you are not aware of what smut content is it is usually content meant for 18+ readers, it is up to you what you read, I am not your parents!!
Do NOT write offense things in my comments or I will block you from this page and any account I find out is yours
A lot of my work is old so my writing did improve. it's organized from oldest to newest so that's a warning! if it's cringy sorry [I May Update Them]
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After - FLUFF: You and draco make plans for what happens after...
It's okay - FLUFF: When Draco goes missing you run to find him and learn some other things about your best friend...
lies to your deceiving eyes - FLUFF : Draco didn't care much for Hogwarts or the people there that is until he runs into you...
Sick kisses - SMUT: being a deathly eater brings burdens and pain it's lucky you have each other to mend one another's broken pieces...
Choose - ANGST: You and draco are now married what could go wrong? Maybe the past could ruin the future...
muggle things - FLUFF: You and draco go on a trip to the muggle world...
Platinum blondes are superr long - SMUT : When you and pansy make a small joke someone takes it to heart and has to correct your mistake...
Someone bring him back - ANGST: Draco made a lot of mistakes so he tries to fix them but hurts you in the process..
My best friend - FLUFF: So many things happen in your friendship but your to oblivious to see the real big change...
PRETTY LITTLE SINNER - SMUT:
your is put in the room with draco who you secretly like and when you're with the person you like you do crazy things. What if he catches you though...
Punishment - SMUT:
Draco gave you an order and when you don't do what he says, well read and find out...
Feel better - SMUT:
Your insecure about your thighs but Draco knows how to make it better...
Kisses for a sick princess - FLUFF:
y/n on her period and what kinda boyfriend would Draco be if he didn't take care of you...
 
The taller one - FLUFF:
Having a tall boyfriend is great but your boyfriend is a tease and is very possessive when it comes to you even with your friends...
Draco inspired MOODBOARD
Draco MOODBOARD WITH TEXT
Trust me if not everyone else - FLUFF/ANGST:
You go to the yule ball with your best friend but maybe by the end your not friends...
Draco BOOK COVER
For you - ANGST/FLUFF:
So many things are unspoken between you and your foster brother...
For your actions - ANGST:
Draco couldn't complete his task and someone has to pay the price...
Embody - SMUT:
Your village has some rather strange beliefs...
Run away mommy - ANGST TO FLUFF:
When you find out your pregnant you make a run for it afraid of what Draco might say...
Draco SHORT TEXT 1
monster - ANGST:
Draco's not the same and when you got to his room you find out why...
Draco PHOTOSHOPS I MADE
If only you knew - FLUFF/ANGST:
Your sitting on the side watching your best friend love someone else. Maybe he doesn't really love HER...
And after - SMUT:
Draco's parents talk about you and him having kids and it catches Draco's attention...
His - ANGST:
Your taken by Voldemort and draco saves you Making you promise one thing...
I'm here for you sugar - FLUFF/ANGST:
Your Diabetic and make a small dangerous mistake when taking your injections...
Your language - FLUFF:
Your parents are in town and speak a different language so what is Draco gonna do...
Draco TEXT MESSAGE
what my girl wants, my girl gets - SMUT:
Your rather needy when it comes to Draco and who is he to deny you...
Draco TEXT 2
Fuck you - SMUT:
You despise Draco Malfoy and he doesn't like that...
If you were mine - FLUFF:
Draco's life is about to change forever but has to tell you how he feels before it does...
Draco's GIRL COLLAGE
Vampire DRACO COLLAGE
Nightmare - ANGST:
Draco has a really hard time after the wars but you'll always be there for him no matter what happens...
Overflow into my soul and stabs to a wound with no sewing close - FLUFF/ANGST:
It's all a big mess when it comes to you and draco Malfoy. One of you is in love then the roles switch. In the end someone will confess...
"Give yourself to me darling" he whispered in her ear - VAMPIRE SMUT:
Your life's simple you've met the man of your dreams and everything's perfect but everyone's got a secret or a flaw. what's his...
Vampire - SMUT:
Your with a vampire and you a human so things are a bit intense for you because of his lack of control when he's deep inside you...
RAIN BRINGS MORE THAN WET CLOTHES - FLUFF:
it's a girl's dream to dance in the rain but it's a plus if you do it with someone you love...
The second chance - DRACO BOOK
Little Butterfly in the dark - ANGST:
Draco doesn't know what love feels like So where does that leave you...
Hear me - ANGST/FLUFF:
you have a bad habit of tearing yourself down and Draco won't stand for that
What DATING DRACO WOULD BE LIKE
What it's like DATING DEATH EATER DRACO
Vampire charms - Vampire/death eater - SMUT:
the priest little girl is cursed by the walking devil. or is she?...
Yellow - FLUFF:
He wasn't really the type to fall in love But maybe he hasn't met that special girl in yellow...
Purple berry - FLUFF:
You have a crush on your tutor but what are the odds he feels the same..
My crazy death eater - ANGST:
Draco may not have lost just his friends, he may have lost his mind as well...
Someone forbidden - STEP DAD SMUT:
Your step dad is supposed to be off limits but who says either of you follow rules...
Royals - SMUT:
Draco Malfoy is a dick and your a perfect little princess in his eyes But your also not going to back down from a challenge...
Hitting you with snow hearts - FLUFF:
Your not sure how to tell Draco you love him but you love something else maybe that could help...
Wildest dreams - FLUFF/ANGST/KINDA SMUT:
Falling in love slowly is like a Taylor swift song...
Daddy's needy baby - SMUT:
Draco's poor little baby is experiencing a change luckily her daddy is very skilled at helping with it...
Draco TEXT
Brat's punishment - SMUT:
You got a phone for your sixteen birthday and a few years later you use the device for not so appropriate purposes and well your caught...
Deep in your skin - SMUT:
Something about digging your nails in Draco's back while he fucks you just feels right...
Friends to lovers strangers - FLUFF/ANGST:
Draco just wished he would have looked a little closer...
Draco X BLACK READER COLLEGE
New series INFO AND COLLEGE
Something in between - SMUT:
Draco comes back from quidditch and has to have himself buried between your thighs...
Without you - SMUT:
Slytherin parties are known for many things: hookups, drama, and drunk teens but you and your ex bring one more thing...
Happy birthday daddy! - SMUT:
your step dad's birthday comes and of course you come home to celebrate, bringing him cute gifts but he has a better present in mind...
Relax - SMUT:
being a mom is great if you don't count the feeding and other things but Draco is amazing at making you comfortable when you do finally get the chance...
You little brat - SMUT:
your way of coping with your mother's death is not okay with your step father. I mean why sleep with little boys when you have your step dad who is sexy as hell...
The sweetest lies - ANGST:
Draco disappears and pansy comes bringing news about the boy who said he loved you...
The jealous to your possessiveness - SMUT:
you get jealous after a small party and accidentally trigger your possessive husband because of your jealousy and Draco fixes both those problems...
Extremely dangerous - ANGST TO FLUFF:
Draco's a man with a secrets and A few misunderstandings...
Greedy girl - SMUT:
Draco isn't very fond of his girlfriend being a needy slut In front of others and giving them the wrong idea so he's gotta let them know you're only like this for him...
Alpha Draco MOODBOARD
Hero - FLUFF TO SMUT:
your boyfriend stands you up on your eighteenth birthday and your stepdad's there to fill the little hole left in your heart and other things as well…
Draco PHOTOSHOPS WITH STORIES
The famous Bloodline SMUT:
you and the prince are not on the best terms until the truth comes out and he cums in you…
SOFT BLUE ANGST AND FLUFF:
you're attracted to someone you've never seen in human form and your attraction to the said person may cost you everything and it's a risk you're willing to take…
Wrong answer SMUT:
you're gonna fail potions but your professor has an offer to help you pass…
Drive SMUT:
your boyfriend doesn't want to talk about his day, he'd rather show you how shitty it's been…
Came on a train SMUT:
Draco can't control himself around anyone or anywhere when it comes to you...
Okay, today I will be criticizing my first smut EVER! [Draco]
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SERIES ↓
STAY QUIET - PART 1 SMUT:
It's Christmas and Draco's favorite present of all lies in his bed but that doesn't mean he'll let you scream...
STAY QUIET PART 2 - SMUT:
You couldn't stay quiet so you'll have to take the punishment for it...
He thinks I'm pretty - FLUFF PART 1:
Your boyfriend's an asshole but you'll always have your best friend...
You should think she's pretty - FLUFF PT.2:
Draco's sees you begin treated bad by your boyfriend and has something to say about it...
Beat me up and break me down - ANGST PART 1:
Something changes about you over the summer...
Sleeping angel - ANGST PART 2: the curse you were put under doesn't just effect Draco in one way in the end...
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Everything but not - part 1 *cancelled because it didn't get enough support*
Professor Malfoy series:
It's a brand new year at Hogwarts. You and other children are just beginning their 7th year but you never planned to fall in love with your professor who is also your boyfriend's dad and parents best friend…
Professor Malfoy PART 1
Professor Malfoy PART 2
Professor Malfoy PART 3
Professor Malfoy PART 4
Professor Malfoy PART 5
Part 6 is located in part 2 of the masterlist
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writercole · 2 years
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Millennial Mixtape Challenge
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This year has been a lot of things for me - the realization that I’m getting old (I have a teenager), the publication of my first book, losing count of the amount of times I’ve watched Sons of Anarchy (I swear I’m in the double digits now), admitting to liking Tom Cruise in a movie. AND I’ve hit a thousand followers. Quadruple digits. 
In honor of this achievement, I’m putting together the Millennial Mixtape challenge. I had these songs on either a burned cd that I [redacted] songs for or a cassette tape that I [redacted] the songs off the radio for. I remember sitting in front of my stereo with a blank cassette in and ready…listening to American Top 40 with Kasey Kasem to get these songs. And he always talked over either the beginning or the end of the song.
Yes, I had trouble remembering the name and artist of these songs. Yes, I did google some of them. I did tell you I was getting old. 
Special shoutouts to: @moosekateer13​ for helping me remember some of these songs; @caplanbuckybarnes​ for promoting me so much on your own blog; @fictional-affairs​ for allowing me to corrupt our favorite characters so much; @jensengirl83​, @creatively-analytical​, @saiyanprincessswanie​, and @deangirl93​ for being their normal supportive, wonderful selves.
Anyway - Rules:
No underage smut, no toilet play. Those are hard lines and I won’t reblog them.
Write for whoever you want otherwise. I don’t care. Maybe you’ll introduce me to a new fandom, who knows.
Moodboards are allowed. If a moodboard inspires you to write a fic, tag the creator of the board as you inspo.
No deadline. For sign ups, for submissions. Hell, this is pretty much a perpetual challenge, I guess. 
More songs will be added as we go. 
No limit to participants per song.
No min or max words.
Write me something inspired by the song.
Lyrics do not have to be included but are a nice touch.
I just ask that you tag me in whatever you write.
Playlist here
My taste in music is diverse, to say the least, so there should be something on here for everyone!
Heartbreak Hotel - Whitney Houston ft Faith Evans & Kelly Price
Fantasy - Mariah Carey
Gangsta’s Paradise - Coolio
Baby, Baby - Amy Grant
Creep - TLC
Incomplete - Sisqo
Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes
I Can Tell - 504 Boys
The Real Slim Shady - Eminem
How You Remind Me - Nickelback
Where My Girls At - 702
Hey Ma - Cam’ron
Get Low - Lil Jon and the East Side Boys
Float On - Modest Mouse
Differences - Ginuwine
Complicated - Avril Lavigne
Unfoolish - Ashanti
Mesmerize - Ja Rule
I Go Back - Kenny Chesney
Pony - Ginuwine
In Da Club - 50 Cent
Family Affair - Mary J. Blige
Bottom of a Bottle - Smile Empty Soul
Halo - Soil
Truly, Madly, Deeply - Savage Garden
If Your Girl Only Knew - Aaliyah
Say My Name - Destiny’s Child
That Butt Thing - Horace Trahan and the Ossun Express
Platinum in the Ghetto - Lil Keke
Clocks - Cold Play
Straight Lines - Silverchair
Get Your Freak On - Missy Elliot
Sexy Back - Justin Timberlake
Slow Jamz - Twista
Milkshake - Kelis
Ms Jackson - Outkast
Brass Monkey - Beastie Boys
Toxic -  Britney Spears
As Long As You Love Me - Backstreet Boys
Come As You Are - Nirvana
Wait & Bleed - Slipknot
Last Nite - The Strokes
In The End - Linkin Park
Dilemma - Nelly ft. Kelly Rowland
Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Greenday
Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson
Fallin - Alicia Keys
Low - Flo Rida
I Kissed A Girl - Katy Perry - @downanddirtydean​
I Want You Back - *Nsync
Need You Now - Lady A
Nice & Slow - Usher
Picture - Kid Rock & Sheryl Crow
I’ll Be - Edwin McCain
Break Down Here - Julie Roberts
Let Her Cry - Hootie & The Blowfish
Are You Gonna Be My Girl - Jet
Beautiful Mess - Diamond Rio
Mr. Brightside - The Killers
Welcome To The Black Parade - My Chemical Romance
I Believe in a Thing Called Love - The Darkness
U Got It Bad - Usher
Raise Up - Petey Pablo
Falling Away From Me - Korn
Bring Me To Life - Evanescence
Country Grammar - Nelly
Waterfalls - TLC
No Scrubs - TLC
Thong Song - Sisqo
Bye Bye Bye - *Nsync
What a Girl Wants - Christina Aguilera
Get the Party Started - Pink
Baby Got Back - Sir Mix-a-lot
This is How We Do It - Montell Jordan
Tearin’ Up My Heart - *Nsync
You make Me Wanna - Usher
Summer Girls - LFO
Absolutely - Nine Days
Jumpin’ Jumpin’ - Destiny’s Child
Right Thurr - Chingy
Dirrty - Christina Aguilera
What Would You Do? - City High
No Diggity - Blackstreet
I’m Real (ft. Ja Rule) - Jennifer Lopez
Ghetto Supastar - Pras, ODB
Let’s Get Married - Jagged Edge
Come On Over Baby - Christina Aguilera
Tipsy - J-Kwon
Ice Ice Baby - Vanilla Ice
There You Go - Pink
Holidae In - Chingy
Work It - Missy Elliot
Too Close - Next
The Way You Move - Outkast
Girl On TV - LFO
Crazy - Britney Spears
Dip It Low - Christina Milian
Jump - Kris Kross
Always On Time - Ja Rule
I Do!! - Toya
I wanna sex you up - Color Me Badd
Faded - SoulDescision
I wanna be bad - Willa Ford
He Loves You Not - Dream
Who Let The Dogs Out - Baha Men
I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace
Pain - Three Days Grace
Riot - Three Days Grace
Teardrops on My Guitar - Taylor Swift
Picture To Burn - Taylor Swift
Should’ve Said No - Taylor Swift
Monster - Skillet
Rebirthing - Skillet
I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin
Polyamorous - Breaking Benjamin
Hot in Herre - Nelly
What’s Your Fantasy - Ludacris
Genie in a Bottle - Christina Aguilera
Miss Independent - Kelly Clarkson
My Baby - Lil’ Romeo
Where the Party At - Jagged Edge
Crazy - K-Ci and JoJo
Back Here - BB Mak
Candy - Mandy Moore
Larger than Life - Backstreet Boys
Shoot me an ask or DM or reblog to let me know if you’re participating! Obviously I’m all about the writers!
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typewriteringalaxy · 9 months
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fanwork creators self rec, or your five favourite fics/art/podcast etc
thank you for the tag @letters-to-rosie 💕 your answer reminded me that The Fire Next Time has been on my tbr for too long and I need to rectify that lol. anyway here we go in chronological order
everything's better with a friend (Ekko/Jinx, E, 7/7)
my magnum opus so far! more than 85,000 words of an AU where Powder doesn't joins Silco but faces many of the struggles Jinx does. This fic just flowed right after watching Arcane, it was a joy both in creation and readers' reception. I'm particularly happy with Powder's pov and the relationship's progression. Healing isn't linear, and love alone isn't enough to heal, though it does help. That ended up being the theme, and I managed it fairly well in the story, as well as a happy, domestic timebomb ending💕
(I did hint at a sequel of sorts, and the idea still spins in my head. Maybe by the end of summer?)
With Less Inhibition (Astoria Greengrass/Blaise Zabini, E, 5/7)
This one can be read on its own despite being an AU of another fic, The Platinum Collar. Honestly I prefer it from TPC: Blaise's pov and the focus on their friendship's development made the story better. Astoria's letters were also very fun to write. With both of them minor characters in canon (and in a not respectable canon to boot), I had a lot of creative freedom in their characterisation, so this ship is very dear to me. Also this fic was written with @hypernovaesx 's love, enthusiasm and moodboards (Blastoria being our gondola💕) and I love it all the more for it. I haven't left it at a cliffhanger, rather the complete opposite. (And someday I will finish it.)
touch as a form of comfort (Tandy Bowen/Tyrone Johnson, E, oneshot)
I wrote this one after watching Cloak & Dagger Season 2, whose ending made me so happy and thus the fic is a happy memory too. It's short and sweet, going along with the finale's wholesome vibe. I hope to share longer fics for this ship too.
howling hearts (Rey/Ben Solo, T, 7/7)
I returned to my roots with this one lol. First time taking part in the RFFA Valentine's Exchange, I'm happy to have completed the fic within the deadline, and the Beauty and the Beast prompt with Rey as the Beast was really inspiring. Thus I wrote a feral, angry Beast Rey, a nerdy smuggler Ben Solo, a pack of Sith Wolves as the Knights of Ren, and had the opportunity to toy a bit with the reasoning behind the Beast's transformations. It was fun.
party girl (multiship, E, oneshot)
An exploration of Jinx that I'm proud of particularly since in all my other fics of her I either wrote her as Powder or somewhat downplayed her canon viciousness and sheer chaos. And she's a damn difficult character to pin down. Parings include: Jinx/Thieram, Caitlyn/Jinx, Ekko/Jinx.
tagging, if you'd like to play:
@hypernovaesx (if you're still on tumblr; you know I loved your stories before I started writing mine and I love you💕)
@blueinsomnia (curious about your favourite Firelight Stories)
@linearao3 (I've admired your writing from Kohelet to Child Ballad, curious about your favourites)
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artemiseamoon · 4 months
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Immortal Seduction
A series of connected works
⏰ no posting schedule, they come when they come
📖 read on A03, previews on tumblr - upcoming!
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A series of connected one shots and drabbles. No set posting schedule, they will come when they come. There is a main cast, and some of the characters will appear across works. Some background ones will remain unnamed. This was originally for frightfest.
📖: Once this starts, you can only read in full on A03 (you need an account), only previews will be added to tumblr.
About: This universe is focused around an escort service for high class vampires, called The Immortal Doves.* (more at the end)
Featuring: Various characters (oc’s, my fav characters, some vamps i like from other things, etc)
Warnings: Vampire stuff, adult themes, escort and sex work, etc. Each work will mention general warnings. Spice level will depend on my mood, sometimes i like to write it, sometimes I don’t.
Moodboards: part 1 , part 2, part 3
Oneshots & Drabbles
First Bite ft. Max Phillips - upcoming
Cast
Characters may appear across works. The list is by oneshot.
FIRST BITE
👩🏽Human | 🧛🏽‍♀️Vampire | 🧞Hybrid | ✨Fae | 🐺Werewolf
👩🏽 Ambrosia
🧛Max Phillips
👩🏻 Ravina (event manager, hostess)
🧛🏽‍♀️🧛🏽‍♂️Valentin Dupont, Adaris Chery (The current owners of Immortal Doves)
🧛🧛🏽‍♀️Kimora, The Count aka Dracul aka Vlad - (The owners of the mansion and head vampires)
👩🏾👩🏽👩🏻👨👨🏿👨🏽👨🏻 The Doves: Salomé , Robyn, Ambrosia, Daniella, Kaya, Leon, Rowan, Myesha, Antonio
🧛🏽‍♀️🧛🧛🏽‍♂️ Vampire guests in First Bite: Max Phillips, The Countess, Eric Northman , Kiaan✨, Angel Castillo, Santanico, Ethan Knight
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Immortal Seduction (more about this)
“Mortal delights for the Immortal Soul”
Immortal Doves as founded by Venus de Luxe and Coco Sherry. Venus de Luxe was the vampire maker of Valentin Dupont, who is now the lead director and head of Immortal Doves, along with his wife, Adaris Chery.
The Dove’s are educated, trained and prepared for a vampire's needs. Included in this, they have curated meals, diets if requested by their vampire and wardrobes as well. The Doves work out of the Rose mansion (brothel) or can be booked for events and home visits.
MEMBERSHIP
Do you have a private or special event coming up? Would you like to spend a night or two with the human of your dreams? Or feast on the blood of a mortal catered to your exact tastes? Then we at the Immortal Doves have just what you need.
Our Doves are all carefully hand selected, educated and trained to make the best company for you. With membership, you have access to browse our selection of 40 delicious humans; women, men, non-binary, whatever your heart desires.
Once you make your choice, your human will be instructed on how to prepare for your meeting. If you have special dietary or sanitary requests, please do make them at the time of your booking so your human can be properly prepared for your pleasure.
To access our services, become a member today!
PLATINUM
All access! Included in your membership:
Immortal Dove Booking fees, special perks, full VIP access, a private party three times a year, and more. $$$$$$
DELUXE
Included in your membership:
Up to 60% off Immortal Dove Booking fees, special perks, some VIP access, a private party twice a year and more. $$$$$
GOLD
Included in your membership:
Up to 40% off Immortal Dove Booking fees, special perks, limited VIP access, one private party a year. $$$$
BRONZE
Included in your membership:
Up to 20% off Immortal Dove Booking fees, some special perks. $$$
More about us:
At Immortal Dove, we have three tiers to delight your senses and fulfill all of your desires.
Tier 1 - The Courtesans
This is the whole package. Book a Courtesan for a night of full pleasure (sex and nourishment included), or take them along for that long work trip of yours to feed your desires after a long day at the office.
Rules and limitations: Up to two Courtesans can be booked at once per individual, excluding event bookings. The limit for long term booking is 7 days at a time. Do not attempt glamor tricks, all of our Doves are protected.
Tier 2 - The Paramours
Would you like some tantalizing company for your parties, events, or in the privacy of your home? Are you tired of going out to hunt for your meal every night? Then the paramour is ideal for you. Have your food delivered and enjoy some light sensual play along the way. Paramours can act as dates to local events and gatherings.
Rules and limitations: Up to three Paramours can be booked at once, per individual, excluding parties. Paramours cannot be booked for longer than 12 hours. The sex menu is limited, please inquire for further details. If the rules are broken, you will be punished and stripped of your membership. Do not attempt glamor tricks, all of our Doves are protected.
Tier 3 - The Lovers
Spicy and decadent company for the hungry vampire! Book a Lover to keep you company socially, at home, or to be your date at local events, for up to 4 hours. Nourishment included. Have fun biting but no sex!
Rules and limitations: Up to four Lovers can be booked, per individual, excluding events. If the rules are broken, you will be punished and stripped of your membership. Do not attempt glamor tricks, all of our Doves are protected.
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hikik-0m0ri · 1 year
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Mod Intro
I’m Mod Omori, but you can also call me Mod Sunny. I am Omori, Sunny + others irl, please respect that. I use any and all pronouns, I seriously don’t care what you use to refer to me.
That’s basically all I have to say… I’m not really the most talkative.
Sources
Omori - [favorite]
Danganronpa
Your Turn To Die - {limited knowledge} {no spoilers for chapter 3}
Liar Liar Series - [favorite] [special interest]
Purrfect Apawcalypse
Doki Doki Literature Club
Five Nights at Freddy’s - [favorite]
The Walten Files - {limited knowledge} {don’t actively keep up with it anymore}
Wonder Egg Priority - [favorite]
We Know the Devil - [favorite]
The Caged Garden Cock Robin - [favorite]
Spooky Month - {limited knowledge}
Sucker for Love
Me and You and Her
Beyond You - {limited knowledge}
ArcadeKitten games - {limited knowledge} {currently playing Cemetery Mary, no spoilers!}
Dreams of Gluttony
Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared - [favorite]
The Path - [favorite]
Death Note
Platinum End
Okegom - {very limited knowledge} (selective)
Higurashi: When They Cry
Who’s Lila?
Fran Bow
Little Misfortune
dino999z games
Serial Experiments Lain
3NA - [favorite]
Chip’s Tips
Andy’s Apple Farm - [favorite]
Yume Nikki
Popee the Performer
Hello Charlotte
Harmony & Horror
Fatum Betula - [favorite]
Doomy in the Roomy
Bendy And The Ink Machine - {limited knowledge} {currently playing, no spoilers!}
The Pink City
Valle Verde
jo_sipu
_Boisvert - {limited knowledge} {don’t actively keep up with it anymore}
Petscop - {limited knowledge} {don’t actively keep up with it anymore}
Diminish - {limited knowledge} {don’t actively keep up with it anymore}
Omega Mart - {limited knowledge} {don’t actively keep up with it anymore}
Hi, I’m Mary Mary
Today, I’m Harvesting You!
Slay The Princess
Zed_Technician games - [favorite]
DaveMicrowaveGames
Jayskibean games
Cooking Companions
CreepyPasta - [favorite]
CreepyPasta games - {limited knowledge} {don’t actively keep up with it anymore}
SCP Foundation - [favorite] [special interest]
The Backrooms - [favorite] [special interest]
Horror Songs
I strongly encourage you to ASK about outside sources! I’ll really do anything horror related-
Requests
Moodboard - (example)
Aesthetic board - [favorite] (example)
Collage edits - (example)
Stimboard - [favorite]
Icons
Reply icons - [favorite]
Headers - {selective}
DNI banners
Userboxes
Canon Calls
Transparents / PNGs - [favorite]
Kin Analysis
Kin Matchups
Kin bingo
Playlists
Backlist
Kin edits of me unless stated otherwise
B0yfri3nd t0 d3ath
Poppy Playtime
Intense gore
Ships with Omori (character)
Really anything that’s illegal (1nce$t $h1p$, wvr)
Whitelist
Clowncore
Menhera
Hospitalcore
Hikikomori
Mizuiro
Angelcore
Liminal spaces, weirdcore, etc
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the-belladonna-project · 10 months
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Basic character profile: Kaitlin
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(pictures not mine, but moodboard made by me)
Name: Kaitlin Character base: Seelie Courts handmaiden Position: Mosseelie dorm tutor Age: roughly 130-150 Gender: Nonbinary (any pronouns) Sexuality: pansexual Height: 5ft Eye colour: a solid, milky pink, lacking whites and pupils Hair colour: platinum blonde with a pale minty green ombre to the ends Likes: flowers, riddles, being purposefully cryptic to people she dislikes, holding dances in the dorm, students who know not to take her abruptness to heart Dislikes: people who make no effort to understand faefolk, when she comes off harsher than intended, her own short temper and sharp tongue Homeland: The UnderLake Courts Hobby: flower pressing Talents: illusions. She can cast pretty complicated illusions on both objects and people, and can also project her thoughts into images Magic path: enchantments, illusions, and mood magic
her room is enchanted so that the walls are made of flowers and the lights will-o-wisps, to remind her of the Courts; they even feel real when you touch them
as a fae, she cannot lie, and she chooses not too be vague when it comes to her students and co-workers; the only time she will purposely talk in riddles is when someone is rude (to her or people she knows), during which she takes great pleasure in confusing them
she has a half sister named Snow, who also works at the school as a dorm tutor, and they are very close with each other and each other's students
Kaitlin makes most of her own clothes, and often ends up teaching students how to do the same, as a lot of them are a big fan of her style that they tell her is 'cottagecore'
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miragestate · 2 years
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✦ SHAY MITCHELL, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ✦ JENNIFER “JENNY” DENNER the THIRTY FIVE year old often seen driving her RED BMW GRAN COUPÉ blasting SURVIVOR BY DESTINY’S CHILD. Whispers on the streets are that the MANAGER AT THE PLAYPEN who lives in HESWALL COMPLEX is said to be HARD WORKING and COLD HEARTED but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. ✦ NELLS, 25, GMT, SHE/HER. ✦
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✦ On the day of her 18th birthday she run away from home leaving everyone and everything behind - since then never looked back. ✦ After months of hitchhiking she ended up in Hidehill where she finally landed a job where no necessary experience and documents were required - or at least that’s what she was told, signing up the papers to work as a dancer at The Playpen with stage name “pixie”. ✦ She’s a fast learner so becoming one of the top dancers came easy to her, enjoying it at the same time. That’s how she got noticed by the owner, which decided to make her the manager of this place 12 years later. ✦ She’s seen leaving her place (Heswall Complex) mostly at night since that’s when work hours really start for her, making sure everything at the club is under control.  ✦ She doesn't really pay attention to anyone outside of people she’s responsible for and isn’t interested in human interactions if they have nothing to bring to the table - she considers it a waste of her already limited time.  ✦ ANYONE who knows her as “pixie” when she was a stripper remembers seeing her always wearing the platinum wig as a hallmark. That was the image she got assigned on her first day, helping her divide people that she was during work and off work. If she’d ever decide to perform again it would be only with the wig on. [moodboard] ✦ Owns a Master's Degree in thinking outside of the box so doing something unusual or not the common way shouldn’t surprise anyone who knows her.  ✦ Her education ended after graduating high school and didn’t aspire to go-to college. Now she makes sure to stay educated in things she’s interested in (topic: business) - spending her free time doing research online or reading books at the library; self-taught.  ✦ under construction... will be adding while developing her. I could keep it in drafts until I will come up with more but I don’t want to keep anyone away from plotting with her so hi! you’re still reading it? i’m flattered 
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WANTED CONNECTIONS which I always love to discuss or add wherever she’d fit ✨
✦ Any types of employees at The Playpen (full or part time): bouncers, dancers, bartenders, cleaning crew, alcohol suppliers, accountants, lawyers etc. ✦ Bouncer at The Playpen. Your muse started working at the club when Jenny was still a dancer (when she was 18-30 years old) paying close attention to always keep her safe and protected from the clients. That’s how a special bond between the two started, making your muse the only person Jenny can trust and believe in their loyalty. This person is also her eyes when she’s not in the club making sure everything is under control. [full info.with potential fc] ✦ One night stand turned into few extras. These two met at the club one night and Jenny decided to get carried away after several drinks, making the experience so good that even when sober she had nothing against doing it again. As she started feeling too comfortable in this fling, she was scared it could turn into something more serious - that’s when she decided to step away and cut ties with your muse. Despite the fact your muse knows exactly where she spends most of her time (working at The Playpen), she made sure that they would never be let in when she’s around. When it all happened it totally up to discussion! Ariel ✦ Hater. This person is very open to everyone about hating Jenny (for whatever reason) but would never tell it to her face because deep down knows she never did anything on purpose to hurt them and secretly tries to make things work for everyone. Details are up for discussion! Noah ✦ Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend. The two met in town when she was a stripper, doing all the things the young couples do, being madly in love (but were they?). Jenny never hid what she did for a living and her ex was okay with it at the beginning of their relationship until one day not asking but telling her to quit and find a normal job - making her face a really difficult decision. Would their love pay her bills? No. But this job did with tons of extra cash as a back up which a normal job would never provide. That’s how the two cut ties and split their ways. Does your muse still live in town or maybe after breaking up left and recently came back? Totally up to discussion! ✦ under construction... ideas come and go so I will definitely keep adding whatever my brain will come up with. 
I know my wc revolve around her work but it’s because that’s her life 24/7. 🎀
If you have any wc or plot ideas that you think Jenny would fit. let me know! 😈
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hiccanna-tidbits · 1 year
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I posted 1,287 times in 2022
That's 200 more posts than 2021!
46 posts created (4%)
1,241 posts reblogged (96%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@gigilberry
@tugboatdaddywolf
@kirkwords
@ancientson
@everythingfeelslike-themovies
I tagged 1,246 of my posts in 2022
Only 3% of my posts had no tags
#rotbtd - 458 posts
#hiccup - 354 posts
#rotbtfd - 345 posts
#anna - 320 posts
#hiccanna - 266 posts
#rapunzel - 248 posts
#jack frost - 240 posts
#hiccup x anna - 224 posts
#anna x hiccup - 224 posts
#frozen - 184 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#the only person he zaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
My Top Posts in 2022:
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YO HEY SO I ACTUALLY GOT OFF MY BUTT AND MADE THESE KIDS SOMETHING FOR VALENTINE’S DAY
So I’ve been wanting to make a Jackunzel Valentine’s-style aesthetic using that center pic for a while now (because it is just so absolutely Rapunzel, and who better to win her heart than our very own Jack Frost???), and I was like “well, it’s the February special anyways, so why not?” BUT then I couldn’t fit all the pictures I wanted to use into one moodboard, so y’all boutta get two more of these bad boys!!!
Decided to try a primarily blue-and-pink aesthetic again for this particular moodboard! Added in some gold-ish accents because I just think it looks neat :D Honestly I already knew that Jackunzel with a blue-and-pink color scheme absolutely hits, but I had no idea how much Jackunzel with a blue, pink, and gold color scheme would ALSO hit :O
My dumb cheesy headcanon that I will not let anyone take away is that that Rapunzel absolutely adores pink heart-shaped things, and for this reason is far too big a fan of Valentine’s day XD
Also yes!!! Those are glow-in-the-dark moon and star stickers! Just seems like the type of wacky little things Jack and Punz would be into :D
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25 notes - Posted February 17, 2022
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YO, so remember last year when I made that purple-themed Jackunzel aesthetic, because purple is lowkey their theme color??? (I mean...combine Jack’s blue color scheme with Rapunzel’s pink color scheme and that’s what you get, right?) I liked the purple aesthetic so much I was like...what if I made another??? What then???
Actually really happy with the way this one turned out!!! I might actually like it better than the other purple one I made, and that was already one of my favorites :O Just!!! The purple snowflake!!! The galaxy cupcakes!!! The lilacs!!! Literally the most gorgeous purple night sky pic I’ve ever stumbled upon!!! The ridiculously appropriate quotes!!! It’s like the stars aligned (no pun intended, heh heh) for me to make the ideal Jackunzel moodboard, apparently??? Wild.
Although I’ll have all of you know that I actually had to do quite a bit of editing and color-adjusting on the Rapunzel pic here because the girl was originally platinum blonde, and I had to make extra sure that no one thought this was a J/elsa moodboard XD
This isn’t directly related to the February Special prompts, I’ll admit, BUT it’s Jackunzel and I’m posting it in February, so I’ll go ahead and tag it Jackunzelfebruaryspecial anyhow XD
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There once was a lass sent out to sea Ordered by the king to stay away from me A princess should not fall in love with a commoner and a thief. Ha! So I’ll sing a siren song In hopes one day she will come home With more than her weight in gold To take me father’s throne
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So I accidentally ended up thinking up this big complicated AU for this post I saw a while back, AND I haven’t posted Moanida in a hot minute, so...it’s moodboard time!!!
Basically this is in an AU where Motunui is actually a fairly sizeable kingdom instead of a small island village...and Moana really is a princess here XD I imagine maybe the village grew larger and larger because Motunui was taking refugees from the other islands as the Great Darkness was consuming the land. There’s an ever-present sense of dread, and King Tui worries his kingdom’s days are numbered. He tries to proceed Business as Usual, though, not wanting to cause a mass panic among the people. Fortunately, the darkness and disease plaguing the seas has not yet reached Motunui, and food is plentiful. King Tui hopes they’ll be safe for a while yet.
Princess Moana’s whole life has been planned out for her--marry someone of high standing, produce an heir, someday take her father’s throne. She longs more than anything for adventure on the seas, and to save her kingdom from the encroaching darkness. She also finds herself yearning for meaningful connections outside her family, unsatisfied with the distant and formal relationship she has with the palace staff and her subjects. So many seem to other her due to her royal status, and she sometimes feels completely alone--even in a kingdom that reveres her. No one sees her as she is--not Princess Moana, daughter of King Tui, heir to Motunui, but merely Moana of Motunui.
As the darkness spreads, more refugees come in, and the kingdom grows. Fish aren’t as easy to come by as they once were, and resources grow tight as the mouths to feed increase.
Enter Merida.
It’s no surprise that as the kingdom grows, so does the criminal underbelly. When finery and jewelry from the palace begin to go missing, King Tui and Queen Sina wonder if the staff are in cahoots with someone unsavory. Upon searching the servants’ quarters, though, there is no evidence of any robbery or foul play.
When Moana starts seeing flashes of red out of the corner of her eye, and just out of reach around castle corridors, she thinks she’s imagining things. That is, until she walks into a drawing room and sees a scraggly redheaded girl in filthy street clothes attempting to climb out a 3rd-story window. In her scramble to escape, the intruder breaks the outside tree limb she was attempting to climb onto, and Moana hears a number of branches snapping and cursing in some strange, singsong accent. Both intrigued and amused, Moana runs to the floor below to make sure this poor unprepared thief doesn’t fall to her death.
Moana finds her hanging on a lower limb for dear life, tunic even more ripped and mouth spewing profanities that the princess is sure would make her blush--well, if she could understand any of them. Still laughing, she extends a hand to help the thief in through a lower window. The thief swats her arm away the first few attempts, but finally grabs her hand when the branch starts creaking a little too much.
Apparently this girl is so far into the criminal underworld that she has no idea who Moana is. The thief can tell she’s important--not everyone walks around in glimmering red-orange dresses and shiny shell and pearl-studded tiaras. She’s nobility of some kind for sure. But not a princess.
Regardless of her noble status, the thief girl has no interest in groveling, or begging Moana’s forgiveness. She’s quick to pull a weapon on the princess--a lethal-looking bow and arrow whose bad side Moana does not want to be on. The thief girl assures her that she’ll “shoot yeh right in yer pretty face if yeh even think about shoutin’!” Moana can’t hold back her laugh, and assures the thief she has no intention of shouting. Not when this is the most interesting thing that’s happened in months. Maybe even years--the castle has certainly never had thieves this brazen.
Moana takes the thief girl to her room to get her cleaned up; her parents are too busy managing the kingdom to pay much attention to what she’s doing, anyways. She puts her in cleaner servants’ clothes and finds a cloak to conceal her hair before sneaking her out a back door, extending an invitation to come visit sometime. The castle could do without a few pearls, Moana figures--that, and the thrill of abetting a criminal could make her princess life a little less dull.
Besides, meeting someone who has no idea who she is is a gift too precious to waste.
And so Moana takes to “accidentally” leaving many a palace window open, and many a door unlocked. Sure enough, the thief girl comes back--although she claims it’s only because Moana is “a wee soft little lamb who makes thievin’ far too easy!” Nonetheless, she’s quick to tell her story after little resistance.
Merida, Moana finds out her name is. She’s been on the run a long time--how long she won’t say, but from the rugged, toughened state of the girl, Moana imagines it’s plenty long enough for her to harden her edges and teach her how to take care of herself. She claims she doesn’t need anyone--and never has--but from the way she’s more than willing to have heart-to-hearts with a near stranger, Moana doubts that. It must be lonely in the thief world--always watching your back and never being sure someone won’t stab you in it. Moana gathers Merida has deemed her naïve enough to trust.
Moana is hardly naïve, but if that’s what it takes to believe she’s worth opening up to...so be it.
Merida, it turns out, is a runaway from a kingdom far, far away--oceans away, even. She never felt at home there. She always felt like she was being twisted into something she wasn’t--made to fit an image, with no one caring who she actually was. She took off, flitting from place to place. She pickpocketed enough to eat until Wanted posters of her adorned every wall in town--and only then would she vanish without a trace, off to change her name and her backstory for her next grand adventure.
Moana has a feeling that Merida isn’t making up the backstory this time, but she doesn’t say as much.
After a while, Moana admits her own malcontent. The kingdom only continues to grow as her parents do nothing about the encroaching darkness that leaves so many homeless in the first place. She tells of her strange connection with the ocean, and how sometimes the waves themselves would part for her as a child. She talks about how badly she wishes she could help, and how a strange green emblem from her late grandmother Queen Tala might be the key to everything.
Maybe it’s terrible to think, but Moana finds herself wanting to inherit the throne sooner. She really thinks she could do some good, and she’s determined to conquer the darkness and save the kingdom. Merida, she finds, could be a surprisingly big help--she’s tough, she can fight like no one’s business, and she’s lived among the downtrodden and destitute in the slums and knows firsthand the kind of life more and more will be condemned to if something is not done about the darkness. She’d make an excellent bodyguard, and could even help with law-making and battle strategy--she’s politically savvy in a way Moana didn’t expect.
Things shift between them after a while. There are more and more stolen touches during their meetings, more physical affection. Moana finds herself looking at Merida for longer than she means to. Merida brings her gifts and trinkets from the seedier markets royals don’t usually go to--tiny, pretty seashells, wildflowers from hidden crevices, knives that are usually considered “improper” for a young princess to use.
For the first time since Queen Tala--perhaps for the first time ever--Moana feels like someone sees her for who she truly is. Not a princess, not some otherworldly, ethereal authority to be worshipped, but just Moana.
And when Merida inevitably learns the truth of who her new luxuriously-clothed friend is, Moana is surprised to see she barely bats an eye. She shrugs, says “yeh, I figured you were someone important, from the way yeh dress like a fancypants. But yer not some self-righteous snob like the rest of them, so ah like yeh.”, and then moves on like nothing happened.
By the time Moana realizes she’s fallen in love, the palace staff have gathered there’s something suspicious about the princess sneaking out the back door as often as she does. Moana was just starting to be less cautious when King Tui walks in on her and Merida kissing.
The king is furious. No princess should grow feelings for a dirty peasant--and a criminal, at that. Although Merida is spared the noose, she is exiled from the island for good, given a ship and told to never return.
Before the thief is sent away, Moana is allowed one goodbye. Merida vows to come back one day--despite what Tui says--with her ship stuffed with treasure. She’s gotten a fruitful tip from the criminal underworld, and if all goes as planned, they should be able to buy the kingdom for themselves. Then, no one can stop them from being together--and, at last, conquering the creeping shadows.
In her absence, Moana writes Merida songs. Crude, scrawled haphazardly on palm paper, but full of heart. She shoves them into corked glass bottles before sneaking out and dropping them into the sea. Maybe they’ll never reach Merida...but then again, maybe they will.
The days without Merida drag, and Moana has never felt more alone. Nonetheless, she has faith that her love will return with riches, and the two of them will take the throne and save the land, just as they’ve always planned.
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“When the daughter of the sun fell in love with the daughter of the moon, the cosmos let out a resigned sigh--this was going to cause problems, but sadly, there were very few ways it could have been avoided.”
No officer you don’t understand I HAD to make a Fem!Jack x Rapunzel Sun Gay and Moon Gay Aesthetic, I didn’t have a choice, it was required by law, someone simply might have chosen to press criminal charges if I didn’t--
Basic story here is that Jaina Frost and Rapunzel Corona are some kind of sun and moon princesses who rule over the night and the day, respectively. They only see each other briefly, at sunrise and sunset, but it’s enough time for them to talk, flirt, and fall for each other. Of course, them spending too much time together could mess up the earth’s day and night cycles, so their beleaguered heavenly body parents have to think of some way to manage their hormonal and lovestruck daughters so as not to throw off seasonal daylight changes and Daylight Saving’s Time and other such important things.
ALSO solar eclipses are Jaina and Punz smooching actually, I don’t make the rules.
I’ve had this bad boy saved in my Jackunzel aesthetics folder for a while now (yes, I have shipping aesthetics folders--I may have a sliiiiiight problem ^^;), but I didn’t submit it until this month because you really can’t get much more soulmate-y than Sun and Moon Lesbians! Something something they’re tied by cosmic fate, heavenly body motifs, and the Power of Gay
Okay listen I know Rapunzel and Cassandra also count as Sun and Moon Gay but Rapunzel and Fem!Jack were the OG Sun and Moon Gay and honestly I think they just Do It Better
Well anyways there was simply no way I could go an entire Jackunzel event without my girl Jaina Frost making an appearance!!! Genderbent Jack Frost my beloved ;_____; I’ve already kinda messed around with the idea of Lesbian Jackunzel here and here and here but you know what??? I am literally ALWAYS down for more actually!!!
Jack just got that Trans Girl Energy, sue me
I gotta say that I am absolutely THRILLED with the sun and moon dresses I found for this and I have been absolutely DYING to show them off, so this might well be the best day of my life :O Also I have searched far and wide and have not found many images that top that sunset, that night sky, and that moon-cycles-in-a-jar graphic, so y’all are truly #blessed to see them all in one sitting on this fine day XD
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39 notes - Posted February 28, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
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WHAT UP @ohlooksheswriting HAVE AN INDIRECT CONTRIBUTION TO HICCUNZEL MONTH
SO I think my main reservation about shipping romantic Hiccunzel has always been the fact that I stan Hiccanna and Jackunzel so hard, like. I simply cannot look at Rapunzel x Hiccup and NOT go “but what of Jack and Anna??? Are they now fated to not find true love??? They’re gonna be so sad D:”
So the obvious solution all along was to have Hiccup and Rapunzel date Anna, Jack, AND each other, EZ
And HiJack and Annunzel are pretty solid gay ships, so like??? It kinda WORKS???
And thus the RotBTD discord came up with Hijannunzel, which might well be the most blursed ship in existence XD Legit poly ships are too powerful. Once you start shipping them, it’s like “oh, this solves SO many problems??? And also if they all got married and got a tax break they’d be OP as hell??? And having a 3-way support system of awesome people to kiss and cuddle and hang out with would be SICK???”
ANYWAYS! I decided to style this so that I put a thing I think each pair would bond over between their pictures because I think it’d be neat!!!
Rapunzel & Hiccup: Art!!! He sketches, she paints, and they definitely draw each other and nerd out over different art styles together!!! Catch them on an art museum date any day. They’ve also definitely made art of each other, and the rest of the polycule. Rapunzel & Jack: Outdoorsy winter fun!!! Like Rapunzel is literally ALWAYS down for a gigantic, Extra snowball fight and you can’t change my mind. Punz just really likes being outside (I mean, she was locked inside for years, can you blame her???) and appreciates all the seasons, but like...overappreciates winter because she figures it could use the love XD Anna & Jack: Sweets!!! I am 1000% convinced both these kids are sugar junkies. Anna has a preference for chocolate obviously, but Jack will devour anything with a sugar content Tooth would absolutely not approve of. They also both adore hot cocoa, and you can’t change my mind. Anna & Hiccup: Dragons/animals in general!!! Anna’s such an animal whisperer in Frozen 1, like. She gets three ducklings to jump into her hands, befriends Hans’ horse, vents to her own horse, and sees a guy talking to his reindeer like a buddy and just immediately starts doing the same thing. Ain’t no one convincing me Anna wouldn’t think dragons were the coolest shit ever, and she would try to (perhaps unwisely) befriend every single one.
Couldn’t include in this one, BUT ALSO:
Jack & Hiccup: Flying and thrill-seeking!!! Like they both seem to be hardcore adrenaline junkies, if Jack letting the wind blow him around every which way and Hiccup literally inventing a funky winged device so he can fly with Toothless is anything to go by. These two would really love flying and exploring together! The adventures AND the poor decisions would be unparalleled XD Rapunzel & Anna: Flower appreciation!!! They both dun got big springtime vibes, and would probably be constantly picking wildflower bouquets for each other. I feel like they’d get into gardening, and try to befriend all the pollinator bugs--even the scary ones XD Love that they both have floral motifs, and Anna’s is a sunflower while Rapunzel’s is...a literal sun flower XD Also love the idea of them bonding over girly stuff in general, and doing things like dress-shopping and meadow-frolicking together :D
Anyways, they all share an apartment and have movie and video game nights where they all get into a cuddle pile on the couch and it’s wholesome and fantastic. They also like to crash fancy parties paired off and then stage dramatic “reveals” where they get caught cheating on each other and make a whole production out of it, solely to be chaotic. Also to snack on fancy little cheese blocks on toothpicks and crostini. Have a great rest of your night.
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70 notes - Posted May 10, 2022
Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →
Aaaaaaand my top 10 tags being mostly Hiccanna-related surprised all of no one XD
...actually very pleased that five of my most bitchin' moodboards are my top 5 posts. The people of tumblr have good taste indeed.
*tosses candy and breadsticks to the crowd like a benevolent king*
ALSO I was absolutely NOT expecting my sapphic sun-gay-and-moon-gay fem!Jack x Rapunzel moodboard to be my second most popular post, but holy shit am I delighted??? Like that's legit one of my favorite things I've ever made and my god sapphic Jackunzel is so valid and I'm happy it's getting the love it deserves ;_____;
I'm even more emotional because my irl friend who is very Jack Frost-coded came out as a trans girl this year and just. FEM!JACK IS REALLLL SHE'S REAL GUYS and she is POPULAR ON TUMBLR <3
Incredibly fitting that my Hijannunzel post is the top one for the year. Like there truly is something here for everyone <3 Like!!! There is a good chance your ship is in here SOMEWHERE!!! All according to plan. This is how we ALL win :D
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takeshi obata art 小畑 健
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Seventeen Little Diamonds
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A Rita Calhoun x Reader fic
Written in collaboration with @pascalispretty who also put together the moodboard because I personally am incapable of anything even remotely resembling artistic lol. Cross posted on ao3!
For @adarafaelbarba 's September Writing Challenge, fulfilling the Sugar Baby square. We're doing this challenge in exclusively 500 words or less fics. Pray for us, lol.
Warnings: implied sexual content, implied anal play, mention of butt plugs, Rita being a gd sweetheart. Rating: Teen and above Word Count: 500 Summary: Rita comes home with a surprise for her sweetheart.
“Where are you, sweetheart? I have something for you,” Rita calls as she kicks the door closed, her arms laden with shopping bags.
“The living room!” You haven’t moved much since she left for her shopping trip and you flick the TV off when she comes into the room. She has an indulgent smile on her face, one that you’re intimately familiar with.
“Close your eyes, I have a present for you.” She sets the bags down on the floor and you have to restrain yourself from running over to rifle through them, the glossy logos drawing your eye like a magpie to silver.
“Just the one?”
“Just one surprise. I’ll let you look through the rest in a minute--I want you to try everything on for me.” Rita raises an eyebrow at you until you give in and close your eyes. You hear her moving closer but jump when something soft touches your face. She carefully ties something silky around your eyes, keeping you from stealing a glimpse at your surprise.
You pout but all you get is a fond chuckle and long fingers carding through your hair. She pulls it together to drape over one of your shoulders and you hear her rifling through a bag before the tell-tale creak of tiny hinges reaches your ear.
“Hold still,” she orders quietly and reaches around you. Something cold touches your collarbone and drags up your chest to the base of your throat. You feel her warm breath just caress the back of your neck before something heavy finally settles around your throat and she touches your shoulder.
“Come with me.” She pulls you to your feet and leads you, stumbling and giggling, over to the mirror by the front door.
“Take off the scarf. That’s yours too, by the way,” she tells you, and the first thing you see when you do is her smile. “Look in the mirror.”
The necklace is subtle, beautiful in a tasteful, very Rita way. Its chain is simple platinum and the tiny cluster of diamonds at the hollow of your throat winks in the soft glow from the ceiling light.
“Rita…” you sigh, reaching up to touch it reverently. “It’s perfect.”
“I couldn’t resist. I knew it was made for my girl.” Her fingertips come up to brush the clasp at the nape of your neck. “Seventeen little diamonds look so much more elegant, rather than seven hundred like some women wear.”
“You have immaculate taste.” She smiles at the compliment and looks at your reflection in the mirror.
“I like seeing you in beautiful things that I’ve bought. Reminds me that you’re mine.” She moves her hands until they’re inching underneath your skirt. “Now. Are you still wearing that pretty plug I put in you this morning? The gem on the end should match this necklace wonderfully.”
One of her hands slides into your underwear to twist the plug. You throw your head back, the diamonds at your neck glinting.
“Oh, Rita-”
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matildashoney · 4 years
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All I’ve Ever Known // The Prologue
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MOODBOARD // PREVIEW // TAGS // PLAYLIST // ASKS // LYTA
Let’s talk about Harry and Amelie!
Harry’s routine is always the same before a show. All of Live on Tour has been routine, at least.
That’s because Amelie has been around for nearly the entire tour, scheduling shows around when the meetings for her latest exhibition, her biggest exhibition – twenty pieces of art centred around boundaries and the journey to accepting them as they are – are going to be held, especially the mandatory meetings in-house with Susan – the agent that she’s started working with since she saw her work at an exhibition for up and coming artists two years ago and was thoroughly impressed – and Harry wanted to be as supportive as he could be. That meant being around, even if there was a world tour of eighty some dates across the globe.
Harry’s had the threat of losing Amelie once. He wouldn’t make that mistake, again.
His schedule for the day usually begins with getting to the venue, then soundcheck and tech rehearsal while the stage is being finalised, a light meal of some sort – usually that’s just Amelie eating and Harry having coffee and sitting with her because he’s a tad bit clingy – and a workout. Harry will shower and change, dragging Amelie into the bathroom and talking to her about any emails that she’s gotten, an update on any of the art and the designs that’s she’s been working on with the film that she was signed an artistic creative director for – which he was unbelievably proud of her for – and the dates that she would have to fly home to California to attend their meetings and go over the designs that the crew was working on.
Amelie and Harry were apart for a majority of the years before, nearly nine months apart two years ago and four months last year, graciously able to reconnect towards the end of the Live on Tour dates in late October when the major meetings were coming to a close regarding the exhibition and much of the creative direction was being sent through private emails and phone conferences. Harry was grateful that Amelie was with him, now, but he knew that she was stressed beyond measure. Amelie wears herself too thin, too often, and Harry doesn’t want to see her burn out like she had a year and a half before.
Harry would get changed shortly after his shower, getting in the chair and giving hair and makeup time to do their work, this being the moment that Amelie steps aside and tends to her computer work or talking with her cousin about where the best photographs would be taken for her to sketch out for a project she was working to give Harry for Christmas, that year.
Not that Harry knew this.
Then it’s Amelie’s turn, getting dressed in an outfit that most likely matches Harry’s suit to an extent. Harris designed a few dresses and pant suits for the final show to match what Harry had had selected for himself, giving her the options. Tonight, for the final show, Amelie is wearing the black and gold sparkled pantsuit that’s tight fitting to her chest and thighs, flaring at her calves, a new nose ring hooped into her piercing, her hair a new shade of platinum and curled the way she – and he – loves so much. Not that she admits it often, but it’s always her favourite when they match; it’s their hinted way of saying that they’re together without anyone actually catching on.
Three years in, and crowds are still oblivious to the relationship that they have, and it’s something they cherish, especially with how Harry is painted in the media more often than not. Helene is always very careful with their photographs, too, never sharing too much but always giving the pictures that she has of them backstage. Those might be their favourite shots, the ones where they’re kissing or Harry’s arms are tightly wrapped around her waist, or she’s wiping lipstick off his cheeks. Always a sweet reminder that they’re there, in this together, whatever it may bring.
And by the time everyone is done getting ready, Harry is ready to eat something light, warm his voice, and head on stage. Outside is buzzing with excitement, and they can already hear the crowd singing to “Olivia”, which is Harry’s favourite. Amelie’s computer is away, all of her attention ready to be set on her man, the love of her life, and admire him do what he loves on stage.
Harry was made to be there, to be the star of the show.
And tonight, this show, is bittersweet in a lot of ways. It’s the final Live on Tour date. Coming to a close of eighty-nine shows, all around the world, ninety minutes that tens of thousands can be themselves in one room, one arena. It’s special. It’s something that not many could do. Amelie knows that she surely couldn’t. It’s admirable and brave to be vulnerable to so many people. And although Harry would have liked to write an album a bit more authentic to his sound, what he loves, Amelie is encouraging him every step of the way that now he’s seen how many people adore him and want to see him be himself. He has a million chances to get it right, to grow, to change.
Anne is there. Fay and Luca. Phoebe and her girlfriend, Deb. Brandon and Autumn. Jenny and Dan, Amaya and Amari. All of their friends.
And Amelie. Always where Harry can see her. Always where Harry can know that she’s there to support him, and love him, and be the one that will hold him tight and say that’s she’s proud of him when the show comes to a close.
All of their entourage for the evening is gathered backstage, Amari on Jenny’s waist and Amaya standing close by to Uncle Harry as they all talk and decide on where the children will stay towards the end of the show. Harry’s extremely protective of his goddaughters – and his entire family – to say the least.
Jeff walks into the dressing room, telling Harry that’s it’s time to go, that the show is about to start. Sarah and Mitch walk in behind him, greeting everyone, Adam and Clare shuffling in. Harry is smiling, his heart full of love and so much happiness that isn’t quite sure what could be better.
That’s until Amelie brings him to the side, to the quiet corner in the hallway, taking a polaroid out of her pocket, one with Amelie kissing Harry’s cheek with a smile spread ear to ear on his lips, and sticking it inside the tiny slip in his suit jacket.
“Not one person in this arena could be prouder of you than I am,” Amelie smiles, her eyes wet with tears as Harry swipes a stray beneath her lashes, “and I want you to have this near your heart, to remind you that I fucking adore you and everything you do. All the songs, all the tears, all the love. That’s all you, inside of you. Less than two years and you’ve acted in a film, released an album, done two tours, and you’ve supported me like no one else ever has. Not one person on this planet will ever know the way it is to love you, and I’m beyond grateful that you chose me. I’ll do this with you forever, Harry.”
Harry’s on the verge of tears, now, cupping her jaw and kissing her in a way that could say everything he isn’t sure how to articulate. He loves her. God, he fucking loves her. And he’s sure that he loves her more than anyone could ever love another person in the entire world. That’s why there’s a ring in his duffle bag, a ring that her grandfather gave him the day they went to visit a day before his show, telling Harry that her grandmother always said that the person that falls in love with Amelie should have it, because it would mean more to her than she would ever admit. And Harry wants to give it to her, and everyday feels like the day.
“All for you, all of this is for you, you know that? Everything I do.”
Amelie wraps her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly, soaking in the way that for a moment, it’s only them and their love and how much of their life is surrounded by the way that they support each other. Her fingers toy with the curls at the nape of his neck, not wanting to ruin his hair, even though she knows that he wouldn’t mind. And they stand that way for a few minutes, knowing that someone is going to come and whisk him away for the show to start, and Amelie will stand right where the stairs are to be the last person he sees before going on stage.
“I adore you, Harry Styles. More than anyone has ever loved another person,” Amelie whispers into his neck, and Harry pulls away for a moment to look at her. “And I am unbelievably proud of you. Not just as your girlfriend, but as your best friend.”
“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.” Harry stares at Amelie as if she’s hung the moon and the stars in the sky and aligned all the planets for them to live the life they’re living. Helene is hidden behind a wall, snapping pictures of the two in the middle of their moment, unable to hear the way they’re speaking so fondly of each other. They’ll want the memories, the photographs of the moment that only they shared. “You’ll be at the B Stage, right? I’m ready to sing my heart out to you.”
“Always.”
And Amelie’s right. Not one show has she missed being right there, standing in front of him, singing the words to the songs that he wrote for her, as his way to show the love that couldn’t be said in an everyday conversation.
“Harry, it’s time to go,” Tom says, kindly taking the two out of their bubble and patting Harry’s cheek. “Know where you’re going, Ames?”
Amelie smiles at the name, knowing that it’s all Harry’s doing that so many people in their life have taken to calling her that. “Always.”
“Great. Have to take him away but you’ll see him soon.”
Harry takes a deep breath, nodding to his manager and taking a few steps away and towards the huddled group in the centre of the corridor, all of his band and team and crew gathering to have a final few words before the show would begin. Amelie squeezes Harry’s hand reassuringly, stealing a kiss – not that she’s stealing much when she has about a hundred a day – and smiling, releasing him and gently nudging him towards the group, taking her backstage pass between her fingertips and walking towards the walkway of the stage, slinking down and hiding herself as security lights a path for her to the stairs. All of the band is shuffling quickly behind her, Harry talking to Jeff and giving Anne a kiss to her cheek before walking in their footsteps.
And standing there, listening to the arena cheering and screaming his name, the lights fading and the screens lifting, Harry knows that there is nothing that will replace this feeling. Euphoria, in a sense. Feeling completely at home and loved and free. He is well aware that having the love of his life there is a big part of that, because there is no better feeling than making the one you love proud of you.
There Amelie is, waiting for him at the edge of the stairs, his favourite smile on her lips, waiting to give him one last kiss before he steps on the stage, before he’s home.
“Enjoy every moment of this, baby,” Amelie smiles, taking his cheeks in her hands and kissing him sweetly. “This is all for you, you did this. I am so proud of you.” There’s a moment where they’re staring and it’s perfect. “Only Angel” is beginning to play, and the clock is ticking. “I’ll be right there singing back to you.”
“I love you,” Harry says, and there are no more words for him to express how wonderful he feels at that moment.
“All the way back to wherever you are, I love you. Always.”
One final kiss, and Harry is bounding up the steps, his in-ears pressed in place and the screams of the arena overwhelming him in the best way. His attitude changes to the stage presence that everyone loves, and he knows that this is the moment that he’ll remember forever. That this will be his, always.
Harry’s, and Amelie’s, and theirs – the fans – because there would be nothing, none of this, no opportunity to fulfil his dreams without them.
And for that, he will be forever grateful, beyond words.
Amelie rushes to walk around the stage, everyone beginning to file around her as security leads them into the arena and weaves through the audience, making sure everyone is settled in the area that Harry wants them, where he can see them. As always, Phoebe grabs Amelie’s hand, the two happily unaware of anyone recording them and the way that the tech and sound engineers are overly endeared by them. All that there is in the room is love and happiness and a whole lot of freedom that nobody could take away from them.
Amelie can’t not think about what the songs mean. Harry gave her the opportunity to really have her own interpretation of the lyrics before telling her what they’re about, the ones that she wanted to know, at least, and for a few minutes, she would sit in silence, listening to the track all over again, taking in the way he writes so elegantly about things that have cut him deep. For that, Amelie is unbelievably proud of him, because there is a lot of courage that comes along with being honest, even if Harry was still working up to being authentically himself.
Harry Styles is not about her entirely, and that’s nothing that’s ever upset her. Amelie knows there were experiences, relationships, love, heartbreak long before she was around, and there would never be a time that she would say something to make Harry think differently about what he was writing, because at the end of the day, his writing is the same as her art – therapeutic and cathartic; a way to release all of their thoughts and emotions in a healthy way, to get everything on the surface and share in the best way they know how.
Opening the show with “Only Angel” and “Woman”, there really was no need for a thoughtful interpretation. Harry including the line that Brandon said to him the day they met, that his younger sister is less than an angel and he would have to wait to find out, clearly oblivious to how their relationship came about to begin with. Harry writing in the line that was said to her as his face was between her thighs when she visited him in Jamaica while writing the album, only there for four days and he took full advantage of having her at his fingertips and as his muse. “Carolina” was always the song that made Amelie try to hide away, remembering particularly the night that they all went out and got absolutely plastered, blacked out, somehow winding up with a story of Harry nearly dragging Amelie to a toilet and taking her there, their friend bringing home a girl and telling the story of their night together the next day; and thus the song was born, a messy tale of sex and liquor and one night stands – for their friend, at least.
And everyone is dancing, singing, having the time of their lives. All of their friends and family are cheering and supporting the man she loves most in the world, and there is no greater feeling than how much she adores him and all that he’s doing.
Amelie’s arms fold in front of her chest as soon as the opening chords of “Meet Me in the Hallway” begin playing, thinking about how far they’ve come from the moments that inspired such a desperate song. That was the first song that Harry played for Amelie when showing her the album – not simply because it was first, but because he wanted to tell her why he wrote it – and there will never be a time that she listens that she doesn’t think of how much hurt their break, their arguing, their conversations caused for him barely two years ago. That’s how Harry felt, in devastating pain. There is something to be said for the way the outro to the song leads him straight to where she’s standing. Maybe Harry’s done it on purpose, maybe he hasn’t, but seeing the way his eyes light up with her standing right there says more about their love for each other than any words could.
Harry grins at Amelie, gathering his guitar and microphone and getting ready to sing the songs that are all for her, that were chosen to be sung to her, right there. He smiles as Amaya waves from where they’re standing, their Amari already falling asleep on her father’s shoulder, her headphones chunky on her head and making for a difficult way to be comfortable. His tongue wets his lips, taking a drink and playing the opening chords to “Sweet Creature” as he always does, trying his absolute best to have his emotions in tact as he stares at the love of his life crying in front of him, her eyes wet and her hand over her heart – with their niece’s hand over hers – the tiny h tattoo that she impulsively got in Amsterdam at the small of her wrist.
All of this, whether she believed it or not, was for her. All of the songs. All of the emotions. All of the writing and travelling and work, because all he wanted was to make her proud, to make her happy. And she is. Completely and utterly happy.
“Hugs, Auntie?” Amaya whispers into her ear, noticing the tears on her cheeks as the song comes to a close.
“Absolutely,” Amelie smiles, hugging her tightly to her chest and kissing her forehead and adjusting her on her waist to have her tuck her face into her neck. One of them would bring them backstage once the miniature set was over, to have them there for when everyone hurries out and they all begin to make their way to celebrate the end of tour. “Uncle Harry’s going to sing a song for Auntie and then Daddy will take you back, okay?”
Harry grins as Amelie mouths the three words that mean the absolute most, his fingers beginning to strum against the guitar that she decorated as a birthday present before tour began in March. This was their song, the song that was meant for Amelie and only Amelie. All of the lyrics are about her, about how he would do absolutely anything for her.
Harry’s eyes meet Amelie’s, eyelashes wet with tears as she sings along, singing to him and him to her. “For your eyes only, I show you my heart. For when you’re lonely and forget who you are. I’m missing half of me, when we’re apart. Now you know me, for your eyes only.”
And for those four minutes, it’s as though they are the only two in the arena.
Amelie really thinks that, maybe, she and Harry might be.
“Kiwi” has the ground shaking, and by the time Harry is at the B Stage standing in front of her, once again, the smile on her face is unmistakeable for one that only can be caused by him. Her shoulder is tapped near the end of the third go, ushering her backstage where Harry would be waiting to squeeze her and kiss her as he always does.
Around the dressing room, there is a freshly made cake and champagne and liquor and balloons celebrating the show. Harry’s clothes are folded neatly on the vanity, waiting for him to change and get to greet everyone and give his gratitude to everyone that’s supported him – his team, his crew, his band, his family and friends, and his girlfriend when they’re home – and stay a bit later to watch the stage get taken down and absorb the last moments that existed of Live on Tour.
“Hi, baby,” Amelie grins, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and laughing as his hands grab her bum and lift her onto his waist, hugging her as tightly as physically possible. “That was fucking incredible. All of it. Every single second.”
Harry kisses her neck, gently setting her feet on the ground and feverishly kissing her, his hands tied in her hair, soaking in the way she is smiling against his lips and clinging to his arms. His mind is oblivious to everyone clapping and cheering around him, giving the two a minute to themselves before whisking him away to the makeshift party. “I love you. Merci pour tout.”
“This is all you,” she says, turning her head and kissing his palm as his lips touch her hairline sweetly. “Never need to thank me for doing what a best friend should do, what you should do for someone you love.”
“Amelie Fay, you are so much more than my best friend.” Harry kisses Amelie once more, interlocking their fingers and walking towards the crowd that is cheering and congratulating and sharing hugs.
Amelie hugs Harry’s waist, slinking away and walking in the dressing room, leaving him to talk to everyone and have his moment alone. This was Harry’s moment and Amelie knows that he’ll get distracted with her around and talking nearby. Her mother and father are talking with Anne, Phoebe and Maya talking with Brandon and Autumn as they all get ready to leave sooner rather than later. Jenny and Dan and talking mindlessly on the couch, their children sleeping on their chests and enjoying the quiet that surrounds them.
“Harry always gets them right to sleep,” Amelie laughs, taking a seat next to Jenny and staring lovingly at her goddaughter as she cuddles into her mother’s chest. “Did you like the show?”
“Loved it, as always,” Jenny says, pursing her lips together and staring into the corridor, likely ensuring that Harry wasn’t walking inside before speaking again. “Thought about this earlier when I saw you two outside.”
“Thought about what?”
“You and Harry getting married,” she says, shrugging her shoulders as her husband shakes his head. “Don’t shake your head at me, Daniel, I want to officiate it.” Jenny’s attention goes back to her best friend, “Do you think you’ll even get engaged soon? Don’t have to get married, right away. Thought about how great you two are so great together, in love more than anyone could’ve guessed you would be. Age is a stupid excuse, so I don’t want to hear that.” Jenny’s eyes narrow at Amelie as she opens her mouth, knowing what her best friend would say. “Obviously, you two are living very chaotic lives, right now, but have you thought about it? Talked about it, at least?”
“From time to time, yeah,” Amelie says, running her fingers through her hair. “Don’t really think about it much, right now, with tour and the exhibition and the movie, and everything. I mean, that’s not to say that I wouldn’t say yes if Harry asked me.” Harry’s voice gets louder as he nears the dressing room. “Think that us living together and having a cat and buying a house is what works for us, right now. Don’t think Harry would want to settle down that fast at twenty-four.”
“Think you’d be surprised,” Jenny shrugs, kissing her daughter’s hair and rubbing her back soothingly. “Harry talks about having a life with you all the time.”
“Maybe it’s because having babies almost feels inevitable after you get married, you know? Neither of us want to have children when everything in our future is so uncertain.”
“Makes sense,” she says, pursing her lips and taking a sip of her water. “Don’t ever rule anything out, though, alright? This is good for you. Harry’s good for you.”
Harry smiles as he walks into the dressing room, kissing his mother on the cheek, graciously accepting her tight embrace, hugging Amelie’s mother and father, and walking straight towards his love sitting on his chair at the vanity. “Hi.”
“Hi, baby.”
Harry instinctively moves into a spot where Amelie’s arms can wrap around his shoulders, where she can hold him. His hands hold hers, kisses set all over his cheeks as he laughs, their best friends murmuring something about how obnoxious they are together. His heart is obsessively full of love, nearly breaking his ribs with how swollen it is, his chest tight in the sweetest way. Harry grabs his clean clothes, tugging on Amelie’s hand and bringing her into the quiet bathroom with him, squeaking when his hands immediately move to her waist and his mouth attaches to hers.
His kiss is heavy against her swollen mouth, feverish and lusting and slightly out of breath. Her fingers thread through his curls, absolutely obsessed with the moment that belongs to only them, only their eyes, only their mouths. All Harry wants is to immerse himself into Amelie’s skin, her touch, her kiss. His yearning for her isn’t necessarily sexual, but craving the moments that they’re alone that all of his attention is on her, and he doesn’t have to speak to anyone, simply listening to her ramble and talk about what she loves about life and art and music and always most importantly, him. His greatest wish would be to be inside her mind, to know all that her thoughts are when she isn’t telling him, to know all that he doesn’t already. Harry loves Amelie so deeply, that he wants to know absolutely everything, feel everything, love everything.
Amelie gently nudges Harry away, smiling softly at the whimper that leaves him and the way his hands hug tight around her waist. “Everyone is going to look for you, Mr Styles. Can’t have sex in here and disappear from the world.”
“Can disappear if you really want to.”
Harry swears his heart could burst when Amelie giggles, laying her head on his sweaty skin and kissing his neck. “Get changed and we can celebrate.”
His fingers start undoing the buttons on his shirt, his trousers loosening around his waist. “Are you going to watch them take the stage down with me?”
“’Course,” she says, smirking when his head rolls against his neck, frustrated with the buttons that won’t come undone. “Let me.”
His tongue licks his lips as Amelie begins unbuttoning his shirt, each button slow and drawn out, giving him a moment to talk to her. “Having that picture in my pocket made me feel really,” he pauses for a moment, thinking, “loved. Made me feel even more loved, t’night. Thank you for it.”
“Have about three years’ worth of polaroids to take on stage with you.”
“Like having one of only you, only us, though. Gave me a reminder of who I’m doing it for,” Harry says, his eyes squeezing shut as Amelie kisses him, her warm hands on his sweaty skin, her thumbs pressing into the butterfly on his abdomen to steady her on her toes. “You.”
“Good thing I do the same for you, then, isn’t it? Otherwise that’d be awkward,” Amelie giggles, handing over his shirt and sweats and smiling to herself. “Couldn’t be more freaking proud of you, baby.”
“That’s the best feeling in the world.”
“Feeling?”
“Making you proud,” he states matter-of-factly, tying the inside of the waistband and folding the suit neatly, tucking the polaroid in his pocket safely and kissing her forehead as they walk outside. “Alright. There’s a party in the kitchen. Let’s go!”
Harry and Amelie leave a bit early, saying goodbye to their family and friends and taking to sitting in the seats in the arena to watch as the last of the stage comes down. All of the bittersweet feelings that remain clinging between their interlocked hands and Amelie’s cheek resting on Harry’s shoulder. Her head is buzzing with champagne, Harry’s mind slightly foggy with exhaustion and liquor and the adrenaline. All of it is perfect, the way it should be. Harry couldn’t have asked for anything better to finish out his tour.
Harry’s eyes sting with tears as they leave, clinging to the hand in his and savouring in the kiss that is wet on his cheek as they get into their car. Harry nearly laughs thinking about how this might be their first drive together where there is absolutely no music, and there is the temptation to bring about their very first conversation about having music on in the car from the very first day they met. His mind is going in a million different directions, and as they’re going into the garage, the engine turning and the door closing behind them, the realisation settles in that they’re about to have time to be together.
“Can we watch the sunrise?” Amelie whispers tiredly, reaching for Harry’s hand as she walks around the car and follows him inside, their cat waiting at the door expectantly. “Says it should be rising in about thirty minutes.”
“Gives us time to shower, then.”
Harry squeezes her hand, kissing her forehead and walking closely behind as they walk into their bedroom and begin lazily taking their clothes and tossing them into the laundry bin, a laugh echoing around the room as she shivers under the water. Holding hands and sharing kisses, the water washes over them warmly and comfortingly, soothing Harry’s aching muscles and drawing Amelie into relaxation that is more than enjoyed.
After their shower, Harry draws the curtains open on their balcony to watch the sunrise, admiring how the light shines over Amelie as she shrugs one of his sweatshirts over her torso, disregarding any underwear or shorts or leggings, climbing into their bed and waiting for him to tug clean briefs onto his legs and settle beneath the comforter. Her hand is holding their favourite poetry book – the one they’re reading, at the minute, at least – and lays on his lap, letting the dim light of his bedside lamp cast over the vanilla pages and lifting her neck slightly to let him bring all of her damp hair onto his thighs, his fingers gently scratching her scalp and carding through the curls. Her eyes fall over the words written in the scattered form, always reading silently to herself – although she always reads quietly aloud, which he loves – before reading to him.
Amelie’s voice is almost shy when she speaks, making Harry immediately turn away from the rising sun to meet her hooded eyes. “Harry?”
“Hm.”
“Do you think–” Amelie hesitates for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts and emotions before speaking aloud. They’ve never really had this conversation before, surely not at nearly six in the morning. Usually it would be the casual, I want to be with you forever or This is it, you and me, that would settle the lingering question that seemingly everyone but them would ask. “Have you thought about us getting married, about proposing? Maybe a future, with me, I guess.”
“All the time,” Harry says, his soft movements making her eyes fall shut every so often. “Have you thought about it?”
“From time to time, yeah. Like what we have going,” she says, staring at the man she loves dearly, a soft smile on his features as she licks her lips. There’s something in Harry’s demeanour that changes, as though her words are saying that she wouldn’t marry him, which is far from the truth. “But that title doesn’t really matter to me, at the end of the day. I want you, more than anything. As my boyfriend, my husband, my best friend, you name it. Could ask me to marry you and I’d say yes. All that matters to me is that we’re together.”
Harry thinks that their best friend might’ve said something about the engagement ring sitting in his duffle bag with the polaroid from his suit, and his heart falls to his stomach. He didn’t want to ask this way, sleepy and fatigued, the sun rising, their bodies utterly exhausted from the rush of the last two days.
“Not saying I am,” Harry laughs, kissing her hairline as she lays the poetry book on her chest and stares at him. “But, if I asked you to marry me, let’s say today, would you say yes?”
“Doesn’t matter if it was yesterday, today, tomorrow, or a year from now,” Amelie whispers, grabbing his wrist and bringing his hand to her mouth, kissing his palm as he caresses her cheek, “I’ll say yes whenever, wherever.”
“Mean that?”
“De tout mon coeur.” Amelie says, with my whole heart, and Harry knows that there is nothing that could be more perfect.
“Can we hold off on the babies, though? Like to enjoy you as m’wife for a bit.”
“How does four years sound? Think we can get married by then? Have a nice house in London and Malibu. Living lavishly.”
“Is that what you want, angel? Lavish?”
“Truthfully,” Amelie breathes, turning her cheek on his thigh to watch the sun rise over their balcony and through their window, Harry’s fingertips trailing up her neck and through her hair, “none of that matters to me as long as we’re together. As cliché as that all sounds, and I absolutely hate a cliché. Mama always said that nothing really matters if there isn’t love in it. Don’t think anything would be what I want if I didn’t love you and you didn’t love me.”
“Good thing that I’m absolutely in love with you,” Harry smiles, gently taking the book from her hands and kissing her cheek and her jaw. “Think the Universe made you for me to love, you know that? All along, the stars were aligning for us to have something special.”
“Think that we’ll make it through anything? Not like the relationships that have something bad happen and they’re irreparable.” Harry leans over to shut the light, the dimness in the room casting over her, reminding her of how tired she really is. “Can’t see us being that way.”
“Nothing could be irreparable with us. Not you and me, Ames.” His accent is thicker, now. He’s exhausted, his body and mind are craving sleep. But this is a conversation that he’s willing to stay awake for, that he would deny sleep for hours if that’s what she wanted. “Nothing could make me not love you.”
Amelie adjusts her body slightly, giving Harry space to lay flat on their mattress, his head sinking into his pillow. His hands nudge at her waist, sighing deeply when she lays her weight completely on him – well, nearly half of her body is slung over him – his arms around her waist. Harry liked to sleep like this sometimes, especially when they’re feeling especially close and intimate. Amelie doesn’t mind it. It makes her feel loved.
“Guess we should tell everyone to be expecting a ring soon, then,” Amelie laughs, kissing Harry’s neck and breathing in deeply as her eyes fall shut. “I’m proud of you. I love you.”
“Love you more.”
Amelie kisses Harry’s lips sweetly, sinking into his embrace and falling asleep, her breathing evening out against his skin and her lips parting on his chest. And Harry stays silent for a few minutes, kissing her hairline, soaking in the tenderness that surrounds him, thinking of the tiny diamond ring sitting in their wardrobe.
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FOUR WEEKS LATER
Harry is sitting at the edge of the bed, fingertips picking at his trousers, his palms sweating against the quilted comforter. Amelie is in the bathroom, the door shut quietly behind her – which is awkward in itself because they’ve not shut the bathroom door since they moved in together two and half years ago – and there is the sound of the running sink echoing around the bedroom. Tigger is purring against Harry’s leg, and Harry wants to tell him to stop, to leave the room and give them a moment, but he knows that there is a sense of comfort in all of three of them being together in such a defining moment, a moment where they are nervous for what’s to come and what to make of their situation, a moment that could certainly change their relationship forever.
Harry’s eyes flick to where his girlfriend is standing in the bathroom doorway, moving his hand away from their cat’s head and holding his knees. He can see the tears in her eyes, the wobbling of her chin, the shakiness in her hands. Her anxiety is written in the furrowed brows and lines creasing her forehead, the redness lining her mouth as her teeth bite into her lips. His arms open, waiting for her to walk forward and sit with him, grateful that she decides to straddle his waist and wrap her arms around his shoulders rather than sit far away. His hands rub her back, kissing her neck lightly and waiting until she’s ready to speak.
“This isn’t what we wanted,” Amelie whispers into his shoulder, tears wetting her cheeks, her fingertips gripping his sweater as if he is going to disappear from beneath her. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey, hey,” Harry soothes, trying to mask the fear in his voice, “don’t apologise, baby. Not all your fault, you know. Certainly, had my part in it.” His throat goes dry for a minute. “All your decision what you want to do, once that timer goes.”
Amelie can feel Harry shake his head against her neck as she speaks, his fingertips tracing along her spine beneath her oversized shirt. “Harry, the album–”
“Album can wait. Tour can wait. All of it can wait. Can’t do that without me, can they?” Harry wants to lighten the anxiety lingering in their chests, but he very well knows that that won’t happen until that timer sounds and the answer to their question is given.
“Don’t want you to resent me for ruining your life.”
Harry immediately pulls away to face her, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion at how she could ever think such a thing. “Amelie Fay, do you really think I would resent you? And who said anything about ruining my life? Do you really think that having a family with you would ruin my life? How many times have I told you that I want forever with you?”
“Don’t know.”
“Didn’t you say to me, ‘all that matters is that we’re together’? Didn’t you say that?” Harry pauses for a moment, waiting for Amelie to silently nod to answer his question. “Have to believe that we’ll be alright, as long as we’re together.”
Amelie hides her face in Harry’s neck once more, ignoring the ringing timer going in the bathroom. “This anxiety is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.”
“Come with me,” Harry says, squeezing her waist and kissing her cheek, “and we’ll do this together.”
Amelie nods into his chest, standing and taking Harry’s hand in hers, walking nervously into the bathroom and taking a second to turn the timer off and let Harry see the results first. He always has a steady hand, even if he’s feeling anxious himself. His stability grounded her in more ways than one, and it was something that made her feel as though, if this were to be real, maybe they would be alright.
“Can you look first?”
Harry nods, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles, squeezing her fingers as he turns the test over on the counter, his peripheral vision catching Amelie turn away. Harry gulps, taking in the blinking Pregnant + sign on the digital screen. His voice caught in his throat, unable to speak through his parted lips, his mouth going dry. Amelie was right, this isn’t what they wanted, what they planned. Harry wants a family with Amelie – of course he does – but that certainly wasn’t the intention until after they were married. Hell, Harry hadn’t even proposed yet. All of his thoughts are swimming in his brain, almost going unnoticed when her hand slips out of his and takes the test from the counter, staring at the words written on the screen and taking a minute to really take in all that this meant.
“I need you to not hate me for what I want.” Amelie sucks in a deep breath, tears stinging her eyes, a sob wracking through her body as Harry brings her into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around her shoulders and touching his lips to her hair, desperately trying to soothe her.
“Could never hate you for that,” Harry says reassuringly, kissing her forehead and gently cupping her cheeks, bringing her to face him. “I’m with you, always.”
Amelie gulps, taking the test in her hands and staring at the way the bolded word is so intimidating to her anxiety, to the pressure that is felt on her chest as if there is a brick weighing on her lungs. Maybe this is another way to test her strength, to test how much she wants to be a better person, because this would be the perfect opportunity to slip into an anxious state, a depressive episode. Her mind is begging for it, for the comfort of being numb.
Harry nudges her chin, making her meet his eyes and all of the thoughts are subsided by ones that make her want to cry into his arms and say that she loves him. “Don’t get swallowed into it. Can shake these feelings, but we have to do it together, Ames. Look at me.” He knows her better than anyone does. He knows her better than anyone ever will. “I’m here, angel. I’m right here.”
Amelie nods, sucking in a breath through parted lips, leaning her forehead against his chest and blinking away the remaining tears in her eyes. Harry’s fingers brush through her hair as they always do, comforting her in the ways that he’s learnt over the three years they’ve been together. “Everything we do is together, right?”
“Always.”
And silently, Harry and Amelie turn to stare at the tiny word that is going to change their lives forever.
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homeformyheart · 3 years
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choices potluck 2020 full menu
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THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO "CAME TO DINNER” - even if you liked or reblogged content, you all had a place at the table (there were plenty of leftovers!) and thank you so much for helping us end 2020 and kick off the new year with a little bit of love and positivity!
To all the creators, thank you so so much for supporting this event and making it a success!  @lorirwritesfanfic​; @poisonrys​; @kelseaaa​; @gamechoices-player​; @mazeeque​; @withbeautyandrage​; @hashiedraws​; @choicesfanaf​; @drethanramslay​; @dcbbw​; @misswillowedschoices​; @anotherbeingsworld​; @boneandfur​; @theo-oface​; @freckles-spangledvampire​​; @missameliep​; @raleigh-edward​; @agentnolastname​; @monsoonblooms12​; @nyastarlight​; @kat-tia801​; @ezekielbhandarivalleros​; @lovealexhunt​; @stardustmountain; @robintora​
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full menu (masterlist) under the cut!
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annabelle parsons x mc by @drethanramslay for @lorirwritesfanfic​
ethan ramsey edits by @ezekielbhandarivalleros for @monsoonblooms12
gaius augustine (all of them) by @misswillowedschoices for @theo-oface
golden (open heart LIs) by @robintora
icons by @gamechoices-player for @mazeeque
moodboards by @withbeautyandrage​ for @agentnolastname​
part 1: day family christmas (mother of the year)
part 2: keepsakes (platinum)
part 3: happy holidays (open heart)
part 4: forehead kisses (platinum)
moodboards by @monsoonblooms12 for @choicesfanaf
part 1: ikigai
part 2: ethan & arundhati
logan x mc by @boneandfur​ for @anotherbeingsworld​
trr moodboards by @choicesfanaf for @dcbbw
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aerin valleros by @raleigh-edward for @robintora
bryce & casey by @poisonrys for @drethanramslay
edward mortemer by @theo-oface for @raleigh-edward
mal volari by @hashiedraws for @stardustmountain
raleigh carrera by @mazeeque for @homeformyheart​
veronica x mc by @stardustmountain for @poisonrys
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beacon in the night (ethan ramsey x f!mc) by @kat-tia801 for @withbeautyandrage​
ghosts of christmas past (liam rys x mc) by @dcbbw for @kat-tia801
holiday bryce by @homeformyheart​ for @kelseaaa​
it’s tradition (tyril starfury x f!elf mc) by @kelseaaa for @missameliep
making christmas cookies (liam x mc) by @nyastarlight for @ezekielbhandarivalleros
once upon a miracle (bryce lahela x f!mc) by @anotherbeingsworld for @lovealexhunt
the most wonderful time of the year (damien nazario x mc) by @missameliep for @freckles-spangledvampire
three days of christmas (ethan ramsey x mc; rafael x bryce) by @agentnolastname for @gamechoices-player
to be fine (logan x mc) by @lorirwritesfanfic for @nyastarlight
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captain edward mortemer by @homeformyheart for @hashiedraws​
holiday adrian raines by @lovealexhunt for @misswillowedschoices
holiday bryce by @homeformyheart for @kelseaaa
part 1: holiday sweater bryce
part 2: bryce in a santa hat
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Nerdy Mod Post
Just thought that I would give everyone a summary of the October Challenge, because I am a nerd at heart and did a spreadsheet by day, by contributor, by story. 16 creative people contributed a total of 74 fics, art, edits, and moodboards.
Open Heart must be very popular because 45 of the posts were for it. There were 9 Red Carpet Diaries posts; and 3 each for Save the Date and Mother of the Year. We had 2 submissions for The Royal Romance, Platinum, and Hollywood U. We even had 1 crossover of Hollywood U and Open Heart. There were one submission each for America's Most Eligible, Big Sky Country, Blades of Light and Shadows, Desire and Decorum, Ride or Die, The Freshman Series, and Veil of Secrets. Nine of them were also NSFW/kinktober cross-overs.
We had 16 participants who submitted, and they will be tagged at the end.
Let me call out a few right here.
@lem-20 - you posted two submissions. Thank you for keeping me honest. For some reason I managed to lose both of yours after I reblogged them and did the master list. Thank you for reminding me.
@dr-colossal-pita - You gave us our only male MC in Open Heart this month. You said it had been a long break for you to write any fanfiction. Welcome back.
@starrystarrytrouble - Ruby, I love you. There were a few times I was having trouble keeping up with things and you always seemed to know when I needed a message to cheer me up.
@aarisa-frost - You submitted the first post and gave me a total of 19 fanarts for the month. Thank you.
And finally, @theartoflovingthomashunt (aka @storyofmychoices) - Thank you. The monthly challenge is your baby and I appreciate you letting me be in charge for a month. Again, as with Ruby, thank you for being a great cheerleader when I needed it (whether you knew it or not.) Also, I have VIP and I was able to read through two books during October because I fell in love with your fics from Mother of the Year and Save the Date.
Thank you from you October host,
Lucy-268
Tagging:
@aarisa-frost @alj4890 @argylemnwrites @theartoflovingthomashunt @drariellevalentine @mysticaurathings @dr-colossal-pita @drethanramslay @ethanramseysrookiexox @jamespotterthefirst @justanotherrookie @lem-20 @lucy-268 @luxurylives @monsoonblooms12 @raleiighcarrera @starrystarrytrouble @storyofmychoices 
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hollowisthyname · 3 years
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🖊 Everest!
ah! you have stumbled upon a character who I can decisively call my absolute least-developed character of the group, who doesn't actually really have a place in my main universe, and who I still have many ideas about and love :]
[this one probably won't be as long as the first but just in case, infodump under the cut]
so basically he's a catboy
I'm so sorry bc this isn't even how the character started out?? a lot of the stuff I do with these characters is just. make aus of a story that doesn't actually exist yet. the ones I have currently are: human au (pretty standard, mainly created for the designs), Lavka-is-a-ghost-who's-bound-to-Marcel-for-reasons-unknown au (way weirder, based on a song, I have one scene for it), and "human"-protagonists-transported-to-magic-world au, which is where Everest comes in.
now normally when I come up with this stuff it's centered around Marcel, who was my first real oc so kinda the protagonist by default. this one, however, was based on Onyx! I have no idea why! but I decided they needed a partner in crime and also I wanted to make a new character, so.... Everest was born.
my first idea was just. emo nerd. I don't really have any characters like that and I needed smth to offset Onyx's relentless extrovert energy, so I came up with this kid with glasses, hair over one eye, slightly creepy. then somewhere along the way, I came up with the astounding, revolutionary, never-been-done-before idea of..... catboy
but it actually makes sense I promise!! lemme explain
my original idea for Everest was already very catlike. he creeps people out- and this is kind of intentional on his part- because he always looks like he can see. everything. he's just in the background observing shit and you don't notice he's there until you see him out of the corner of your eye watching you or smth else intently but with next to no expression on his face. it's fucking terrifying. and I say this is catlike bc he's watching from a distance and it definitely seems like he knows exactly what's going on at all times but he hardly ever interacts with people he doesn't already know. someone comes up to him to make small talk and he just narrows his eyes and slinks away.
also physical description bc I totally didn't forget to do it earlier:
he's got like white/platinum hair with bright blue strips that's about shoulder level and just kinda. hangs there. his bangs go over his right eye ALWAYS and it pisses him off (especially bc it gets in the way of his glasses) but the only thing that works to keep it out of his face is like hairclips and that ruins his AestheticTM so he tolerates it. he's about 5'8, so many of my characters are tall, his left eye is yellow and his right one is blue. his skin is p light. he wears glasses, they're thin gold circles and I like them very much. most of his clothes are like.... i dunno, old-timey, victorian-era? basically what you would imagine a vampire wearing.
his relationship to Onyx is very opposites-attract. he's quiet and reserved, they're energetic and flirty. he's vampire-esque, they're alt/punk. he's tall, they're short. etc. I think the main reason they became friends in the first place was that Onyx just.... didn't notice his whole "creep people out from the shadows" thing. they just waltzed up to him one day and decided to become friends, and managed it despite him being less than eager to get to know people (they're definitely friends now though, Onyx is the only person Everest like fully trusts honestly). they're like. peak autism/adhd solidarity. Onyx talks for hours on end and Everest just listens without saying a word and they both love it.
my like ~twist~ for the story is kinda the reveal that at least Everest and also possibly Onyx aren't totally human? Everest has his cat traits obviously, and the original Onyx is a ghost but I don't think that's what I'm gonna do for this one. maybe selkie or nine-tailed-fox bc my mythology is always Convoluted and Bullshit but it's v fun to take a bunch of myths and smash them together lmao
that's basically all I have on him but it's a lot more than I thought so yay!! I'm gonna come up with more stuff for him bc he doesn't really have a backstory yet so I gotta do that
also, bonus moodboard I made for him a couple months ago!! I'm actually v happy with it I think it captures his vibes p well :]
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minghaoss-archive · 5 years
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redamancy - jung jaehyun
summary : a prince who finds himself tangled in a forbidden romance.
pairing : nct jaehyun x female reader
warnings :  mentions of prostitution, unprotected sex, use of  profanity
genre : one shot, smut, angst.
character count : 26.100 | words : 4.7k (fuck ..whoops how inconsiderate of me)
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this beautiful moodboard was made by my very talented friend @jaehyunay
Thank you a ton, my dear.  ♡
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listen to the tchaikovsky’s 1 hour loop of compositions and ‘howl’s moving castle’ to enhance your reading experience. (esp. valse sentimentale, swan lake and the nutcracker) 
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Jung Jaehyun had developed a peculiar obsession with you from the day he had seen you by a lake near the infamous dirty, unfit, dilapidated brothel. 
You weren’t quite the artist but the man admired the ugly swan which sat against  the gooey mud  regardless. He thinks it’s a fleeting moment that love comes to him, whilst the dim sun shone against your skin and droplets of water collected on your lashes. It was the most foreign kind of beauty he had ever laid eyes upon. Usually, he would see women of luxurious lives, with even more luxurious statuses, with complexities heaped over their simple seeming facade.
They were all calculative, mathematical, everything he despised. They were all pearly whites, golden jewelry, intricate liquidised platinum details on napkins, they were everything that Jaehyun didn’t need. They could not complete the lonely prince even after thousand nights spent with him. No tangling of limbs could grant them his heart, a heart encased by tough spirals of distrust. They were all too complex and mundane.
Thus when in you, he found simplicity, delicate and pretty, he hadn’t the courage to let it pass.  For he had  found art, he had found in you strokes of oil paint, torn excerpts from the classics, in you he had found everything he had ever wanted.
But he was not a commoner, he was no ordinary man who you could let yourself fall in love with. He was a prince. He was woven from a different fabric than you. Your happiness, your melancholy, your good and bad had been worlds apart. Yet why had he brought forth such a burden  in his life? Why had he believed the stars aligned in strings and ropes to bring you two together?
He knew you were a whore and from the way he sat transfixed on his saddle, gawking at you with not much abashedness in his eyes, he did not care much for it.
It was  almost as if he bought you when he asked his most trusted man to take you to the castle. You barely had a say as you looked back at him - the sight still one which is hard to forget. He is not, after all, a man who can be easily erased.
He had his white shirt tucked into khaki colored hand stitched pants, he was in his hunting attire, brown hair falling in messy tresses whilst he stared at you with knitted brows.
Not one day in his life did he succeed in looking imperfect, he was someone  beyond worldly beauty. It was an unfair thing, the way he made beautiful look like the easiest thing to own in the entire universe.
You raised your head when called and there he  looked - like someone out of a painting. “Pay them whatever price they ask.” was his curt command. It was a silly thing, you think,  for anyone to doubt that the brothel could refuse what a prince wanted. Especially when she is a whore.
His back disappeared into the serpentine trail of trees, his ebony skinned horse had become a dot, gallops had muted, whispers had died down, the bustling crowd had become a shell shocked audience and you - you were his.
His best man, perhaps his greatest friend, Johnny, had shot you a sympathetic smile back then just as he did  whenever he would see you. Pitiful he was and never failed to make you feel small. It was an unfriendly thing he did, for someone who was so amicable. You could never look him in the eyes. “He is not a bad man.” He would tell himself more than he would tell you. And you believed him. Like incantations of a religion which ousted you.
“You are thinking too much tonight.” Jaehyun chuckled, watching you sit atop the velvety bed whilst he stroked his paintbrush on the pasty canvas.
One may think he had brought you here to fuck you like his personal whore. But such was not the case.
He did not lay a finger on you yet. He treated you like an equal. He was not common, not ordinary and unlike any other man you had ever met, unlike anyone else in the palace. Maybe that is why you were so drawn to him. He was the only person you knew who hadn’t treated you like a dirty old rag they could pick up and use whenever they wished.
But no one was allowed to touch you, no man could share a bed with you or give you their hearts. Because you belonged to him.  
He had a passion for art, something he was a master of. On days when he would be upset, he would take you to the attic and paint you in forlorn  blue hues and on the days when he was happy, you would be in bright yellow, pastel pink, off white; a multitude of colors.
He was an artist and you were his muse.
“Pardon me, your majesty.” The prince now looked back at you with an amused smile playing on his lips, his glasses sat along the bridge of his nose and he placed the wooden brush down. “Would you stand up for me?” You pushed yourself to your feet and watched as he took steady steps to you.
It was splendid how the buttery champagne glow of ordinary candle lights could make him look outer worldly, much more beautiful than he already was. You could not take your eyes off him, even if you tried. Especially when he undid a button of his nightshirt.
He came forward, forward and forward until there was little space between your bodies. Your heart rung in your ears and your toes tugged into the Kashmiri carpet. Why did he do this to you all of a sudden? Why was he playing with your heart?
You leant back into the bed pillars, red curtain brushed against your skin as he placed his palm over your head, face near yours, breath sending shivers down your entire body.
He stared down at your mouth, offering a peek of his milky body from the narrow split in the shirt, a silver locket hung loosely around his neck, complementing how platinum streaks of moonlight sat against his skin.
His fingers played with the thin knotted straps which held your loose dress up.
Once he caught you looking for too long, his rosy lips parted, glossy from the way the wet muscle of his tongue swiped over it. It is so hard to not kiss him. To hold him. To touch him. To feel him. It was so tempting. 
But you do not wish to ruin your bond. You do not want to know if you are in love with him. He is a prince and after all, you are a whore. There will be no fairy tales written about you two. No stars  will bind you two together.
You are two parts of a world which shall never be abridged. Your story is a tragedy. Not a romance.
So you turn your head away, eyes clamped shut.
Maybe Jaehyun could become every other man you had ever met, maybe he would fuck you into the mattress and leave. Maybe that way you could love him less, maybe that way you could forget him. Maybe Jaehyun would be blurred out of your memory if he lay with you tonight. If he treated you like the whore you are known to be.
But he doesn’t.
He huffed, nimble fingers pull the knots, push it off of your shoulder. Your skin burns from the way he touches you, rough pads of his digits smoothed down your upper arm and his nose brushed along your shoulder blade. “You are so beautiful.” He whispered against your skin as he gently kisses it, sucking in a red rose and licking it over. It is not the first time he had complimented you but it is the first time he had touched you. It was the first time someone had touched you the way he did.
You were accustomed to hunger, not want, not the way his fingers would graze against your skin, like you were delicate antique. All your life you had learnt you were of worthless, cheap but between the gaps of his index and thumb, you found value. You had learnt for the first time that night that love was a tangible thing and you wanted nothing but to hold it in your arms forever.
You bit down on your lip to swallow down a whimper.
“Step out of it …for me.” He dragged the article to your hips, voice incredibly low, like you were a secret he wanted no one to know, his eyes a fantastic dark brown and lustful. 
This had to be the end, you reiterated. Jaehyun would bed with you and he would become every other man. He would not be someone you are gradually falling in love with.
But he had only asked you to lay against his velvety mattress and sat back in his chair, painting you again. “Your Majesty…I do not like that name.” He told you, an outline of  his bulge forming against his pants when your fingers dig into the satin sheets. “Lovers do not call each other in that manner.”
Lovers.
Had he really meant what he said? Lover, lover, lover.
You told yourself over and over again. Afraid it would sound unreal if you had not.
This night was special, different from every other night you had spent with him.
Because every time he would paint you in colors, in ornaments and dresses from his palette but this particular night he had painted you in nude. Bare. Fragile. And strong. All at the same time.
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Lost, love struck and reminiscent of last night, you had   found  him on one knee the next day, speaking portions of a conversation you hadn’t heard. “I swear to you as you should to me.” He told his  mother and kissed her hand, the happy in his tone astonished you, it was like a tune you had rarely heard and you could not help but wonder what they had spoken of.
Days when the prince went away  for travel were longer, the nights darker, the sun lurid and the rain more pestering. Those were the days when everybody dropped their facade of kindness. Those were the days the castle was not much different than the brothel.
You had readied yourself for an entire week of melancholy yet as his back descended into the background of cobalt sky, littered with dark clouds; you felt.. unprepared. 
There was something wrong, terribly rotten, in the air, something atrocious, ahead of you that you could not put into words and it was wearing a glossy lavender gown.
 The queen.
She was known to be kind or so you could tell from the way a smile curled around her face.  She was everything you had expected of her..at first glance and she had become nothing you had noticed in the second. 
You wondered if remorse is a luxury too pricey for the rich whenever  she looks to you - with nothing but hatred, like you had earned punishment, like she would not mind seeing your head on a silver platter. 
   "He must marry a princess.“ She beamed at you, with a subtle cruelty masked beneath quintillion layers of primping  “You do know so?” it was something she said to you every time he would leave, something she reminded you of. Like telling you that you could never fit into the glassy shoes of a princess. Every time she would warn you and it was all the same, with a stern whisper. Albeit today,  her words stood in your miserable room like an ugly show piece, they hung in the air like a missed note. Loud they were, like how horses neigh acridly before carriages run over pitiable peasants. You learnt that threat insinuated he must marry a princess soon. Like he had promised her. 
You learn that shock can come to you in mysterious ways, like when your father had granted you a brothel life to earn a shilling, like when you cried the first time a man had touched you, like when you understood why Jaehyun stood on his knee and how he could be king if he had a princess; like just how betrayed you had felt after, shock had come one night and made you weep into your cheap mattress. Shock had reminded you how you did not belong. How you never will.
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When the prince returned, you avoided him like the plague. You had no reason to be upset and you would not fall victim to love. 
At least that is what you told yourself when the cruel prince both surprisingly and unsurprisingly did not come looking for you. Perhaps it was what he wanted, to be prince and to marry someone who was not as low, inferior as you. Maybe he wished to erase you like the dirt made swan, maybe he used you for art, to flaunt his own talents. Because Jaehyun had always been beautiful, unreal and unforgettable and you ordinary, very, very real.
You had agreed to join the castle’s maid service. A proposal the queen offered to you with great kindness.
 Heartbroken and dethroned from your unfulfilled dreams, you carried the silvery tray with great attention. Watching  lukewarm water crash against the cream body of the small white cup, like imprisoned wishes, tumultuous and never freed. You wondered  how easily your resolve may wear away when you see Jaehyun. it was the first time you would be encountering him after his depart, after all.
Your dress was a sleeveless lilac like all the other maids and you wore it well with your nullifidian, battered heart, a petal you looked like.
“Brother, dare I speak of the girl?” Hendery spoke with his eyes glued to your back. Infuriated, you furrowed your brows, he hadn’t even spared you a glance despite the tea table being sprawled with paintings of you. Selfish and ruthless, that is what Jung Jaehyun is.
The queen sat with them, nonchalantly chatting away about the town’s people and how she liked her soap. Chats which spoke of anything but your naked body  on her son’s canvasses. Who acted as if the piece belonged where it was.
You wondered if Jaehyun bothered at all when you begun to forward his rose tea, the liquid a brilliant blushing quartz, like the way his cheeks flushed in summer’s heat.
Jaehyun blew at the crisp canvas, a soft hum escaping his pursed lips as he shot the younger prince, Hendery, a glance, urging him to go on. With his eyes still on you, the youngster spoke with a low voice.
“She was a whore.” Crash.  It was no surprise. No matter how hard you tried, you could never rid yourself off of your identity. A whore. it was like a scar which would never heal. The liquid rolled down your dress in unflattering dark purple streaks, “Pardon me.” you winced,  getting to your knees with bruised fingers to gather whatever remained of the poor little cup.
Your hand is pulled forward with a light tug and the sight before you almost made you gasp. Jaehyun had dark rings around his eyes which sucked the warm  brown in them up, his skin looked barren and lips chapped. It was the first time he had looked..human, imperfect and absolutely devastated. 
He parted his mouth, licking off the line of blood which formed around your injured index. You felt flustered when the warm muscle of his tongue swirled around  the bruise. He must loathe you too much for punishing you like this, giving you a taste of him, mocking you, knowing you cannot have him to yourself fully.
You rushed to pull your hand away when he let it go, hearing the unison of clearing throats but again, he dragged it back, this time with a stronger pull. “What are you doing here?” You remained silent, looking away, biting back a sob. Your words begged to be said but you swallowed them down with a hard gulp.
“You informed me of her leave. You told me she was ill.” Of all the emotions you have seen on Jaehyun’s face before, anger was not one of which. He was always kind, smiling and emoting himself in softer ways. The contrast was so alarming that the room fell into palpable, eerie silence. “She is well now, as you see.” His mother replied with a bravery so false and a voice so shaky that you could almost pity her. 
“You told me she refused to see me.” Jaehyun gritted his teeth and sprung up rather ungracefully. The queen now, slightly shaken blinked at her son, attempting to grasp at her words like a sinking ship would to its anchor. “She took an interest in being a maid instead upon hearing your marriage proposal.” She looks to you, lying smoothly through her pearly white teeth. “She could not see herself off before you had gotten married to the princess.”
When he stares at you like you are a traitor, gaze burning into your face, you let the heavy weight called a head hang low. There was no emotion on his typically vibrant, euphoric face, nothing but indifference, phlegm, a barrier.  “Forgive me, my lady.” You turned, broken portions of both the cup and your pride in hand. You took your fingers away from him and this time, he does not stop you.
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You do not see the prince for a day, not until the King arrives, not until you are summoned to set up his bath. Something no female was allowed before. It was usually arranged by his most trusted men. No one was allowed the luxury of seeing him bare and it rose immediate suspicion. See, invites of his marriage were being sent out generously to both the commons and elites. No one had see his spouse to be and the excitement of this reveal had thus begun to buzz throughout the entire empire. Banners hug in red and white, rose and the whole palace smelled of rosemary and chicken stew.
You sighed worriedly, avoiding the way everyone looked at you like you were a poor girl being sacrificed to a pagan demon.
Pushing the white, satin curtains away, you took in the enormous bathing room’s rudiments with widened eyes and a parted mouth. It was dimly lit by orange lanterns on each corner, the sapphire glow of moonlight slipping in and letting a waltz of a multitude of colours dance its way into the chamber. It smelled of honey and roses, something that reminded you of your long passed mum. You found yourself smiling, absorbing fond memories but only for a brief moment …because before you, dipped into the opalescent water, sat Jaehyun, with his back pressed against the enormous water body and arms rested on either side. 
“Come here.” He said, face stern and voice sharp, like he was enraged. You placed a basket of his scents and salts and sauntered to the spot he gesticulated you stand in, just across from him.
“Sit.” You almost winced at the harshness of his tone, he spoke to you for the first time with impoliteness and it made your heart ache. “Near the water. Closer.” Had he really forgotten your loving exchanges? Did you really ever know the prince?
“My Prince.” You paused, not wanting your heart to be broken like the time before. If he was not going to be yours, you  did not want to be so close. You did not want to desire him so much. “I am not your prince.” Dots of gold sat against his skin in droplets and his hair fell back in wet tresses. He looked like someone carved him out of ivory and smoothed out every imperfection there is with their very own fingertips- and you, much flawed, wondered if there was a world where he could love you back.
Your toes disappeared into tender circles of water and you watched him make his way to you in long strokes. Much thanks to his long arms. “Forgive me. Callous of me to forget your approaching wedding.” You had not. It was all you could think of. You do not mean to sound bitter. Reminding yourself that indeed, he is not your prince. Even so, you could hardly miss  how the reminder of wedding  was weighing your memory down, grabbing its throat and taking its life. How could you forget when it was the one thing you wanted?
“You might as well forget everything about me.” He mocked you, hands on either side of your hips, you instinctively parted your thighs, letting him slot in between as he pushed the cottony material of your dress upwards.
“We are equals.” A dry laugh escapes  your chapped lips, like they had been glued for an eternity. Lost in a daze, a change in emotions so  very sudden that you succumbed to the urge of running your fingers through his wet hair. Jaehyun took great offense at your cackles but rested his cheek against your bare thigh regardless.
You have always wanted to touch him and tonight just might be the last night that you would be permitted to.
“Why did you join the service?” He looked up at you with a peculiar droop of his lids, an inscrutable haze in his eyes. “Why did you promise to marry?” Ridiculed, he seemed, now with his chin rested and brows raised upwards. “I promised to marry you.” Shock came to you in many ways, like when Jaehyun kissed the wet skin of your inner thighs with a lewd smack of his lips and when he confessed to you, when your heart beat in your ears, when a happy ending raced towards you and you welcomed it with open arms. Like you had known. All your life.
“I do not understand what you mean-”
“I promised to travel overseas to ensure allies in the North, instead of father… in exchange of your hand in marriage.” You blinked rapidly, wondering if what you had heard was real and not imagined. “Father was not very pleased but he conformed finally.” He grinned at you, “I have 20 brothers, after all. i am sure someone else is more befitting.” The prince paused, fingers travelling upwards upwards and upwards, at pace so tantalizing, you scoffed impatiently .
“Your mother…” You sighed, tugging onto his roots as he creates a trail of wet kisses with his rosy mouth. “wanted me to marry into royal blood.” Your breath hitched when he placed a tender kiss to your clothed core. “Father dealt with her, I suppose.” He whispered into your skin, pulling your body into the water with such care that it made your toes curl.
“The person you are marrying soon is..” Jaehyun smiled bemusedly at you, indentations digging deep into his cheeks.  Your hands were pressed against his bare chest, bodies warm and hearts racing. You could swear sanity had swum away from you when his mouth met yours. “You.” He kissed your cheek, your nose, the corner of your mouth and every spot there is on your face. “you. you. you.” 
 His tongue licked into your mouth, hands travelling to each bend and curve on your body. “ I am in love with you.” He learnt you like poetry, like literature and you let him. He parted, stroking your hair back from your face. “The chambers.”
All this time you thought you were his.  You were his from the day he had found you. It was nothing you did not know. Yet when he touched you, stripped from your long, skimpy dress, you discovered a sense of belonging like never before. You were unprepared and flabbergasted when his fingers set your body ablaze with something as simple as a stroke. You were his, true but he too, was yours.
 Jaehyun stared at your naked body with a faint, scarlet dusted on the apples of his cheeks, his lips are parted as his knees dig deep into the sheets. You could see the outline of his cock from under the silky white barrier of a robe, he held your legs apart and hoisted them on either side of his hips. “Do you not want to wait till I become your wife?” You furrowed your eyebrows, words coming out in broken syllables when he licked his index and wiped it along your folds. “No. I cannot..not anymore.” 
He took your interlaced fingers and placed them above your head, groaning against your neck  as he slipped into you. His pendant hovered above your face whilst his hips snapped into yours, noise unholy, unceremonious. You were convinced his name is the only word you know when your insides clench at the lewd sight of your lower stomach bulging with every thrust he delivered. You loved the feeling of being one, like you were never meant to be apart in the first place. You loved being his and he loved being yours. He held your legs up to his shoulders, which allowed him to reach a spot in you which made you feel dizzy.
His forehead creased, pace reduced to sluggish snaps as he said your name into your ear, like sermons, like words to a song he will never forget and  filled your wet cunt up. His hips did not halt, instead they jolted back in, in slow slapping of skin against skin, teeth clambered down on your jugular. Overwhelming your body with so much pleasure, it quaked. Trembling with want, desire and love, love love.
You released with heavy breaths against his open mouth, voice raspy from moans so loud you would have thought the whole kingdom had heard you.
For the first time in Jaehyun’s life, he thinks he felt strong and not fragile when he is bare. He held your body, in sweaty sheets and not felt a bit dirty, he felt enamored, contented and incredibly in love, never to be alone again, to stay  endless nights in the same fashion, in the arms of the woman he would spend the rest of his life with.
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