I’ve been contemplating this for a while and I think it’s finally time to let chaninfused go. I know that I have unfinished wips, but I will not be finishing them before closing this account. the reason is that I am just no longer interested in fanfiction 😅 I’ve grown out of the fandom years ago and frankly have lost interest in the purpose and subject of fanfiction.
I tried to rekindle the spark last year, but it was incredibly difficult and my work felt insincere. the other reason I’m closing this account is that it has stood as an obstacle in my way for a while now. I want to focus on original work, but I can’t because I feel like I must finish my wips first, and I have no interest in those. I would just like to move on 🥴
thank you all for being an integral part of my writing journey! I cherish every memory and friend I made during these past 7 years 🤍 I’ll still open tumblr, so I can still be in touch, but please note that I’ll be privating chaninfused by june.
thank you all again! it’s been such a pleasure being part of this community 🩷
I’ve been contemplating this for a while and I think it’s finally time to let chaninfused go. I know that I have unfinished wips, but I will not be finishing them before closing this account. the reason is that I am just no longer interested in fanfiction 😅 I’ve grown out of the fandom years ago and frankly have lost interest in the purpose and subject of fanfiction.
I tried to rekindle the spark last year, but it was incredibly difficult and my work felt insincere. the other reason I’m closing this account is that it has stood as an obstacle in my way for a while now. I want to focus on original work, but I can’t because I feel like I must finish my wips first, and I have no interest in those. I would just like to move on 🥴
thank you all for being an integral part of my writing journey! I cherish every memory and friend I made during these past 7 years 🤍 I’ll still open tumblr, so I can still be in touch, but please note that I’ll be privating chaninfused by june.
thank you all again! it’s been such a pleasure being part of this community 🩷
truly the end of an era ;-; i’ve been reading your fics since 2021 and your advice helped my own writing way back when! i hope you won’t take your gems down! you will be missed <3
yeah ;-; thank you! I’m really glad to know I helped you on your writing journey 🩷
I’ve been contemplating this for a while and I think it’s finally time to let chaninfused go. I know that I have unfinished wips, but I will not be finishing them before closing this account. the reason is that I am just no longer interested in fanfiction 😅 I’ve grown out of the fandom years ago and frankly have lost interest in the purpose and subject of fanfiction.
I tried to rekindle the spark last year, but it was incredibly difficult and my work felt insincere. the other reason I’m closing this account is that it has stood as an obstacle in my way for a while now. I want to focus on original work, but I can’t because I feel like I must finish my wips first, and I have no interest in those. I would just like to move on 🥴
thank you all for being an integral part of my writing journey! I cherish every memory and friend I made during these past 7 years 🤍 I’ll still open tumblr, so I can still be in touch, but please note that I’ll be privating chaninfused by june.
thank you all again! it’s been such a pleasure being part of this community 🩷
I’ve been contemplating this for a while and I think it’s finally time to let chaninfused go. I know that I have unfinished wips, but I will not be finishing them before closing this account. the reason is that I am just no longer interested in fanfiction 😅 I’ve grown out of the fandom years ago and frankly have lost interest in the purpose and subject of fanfiction.
I tried to rekindle the spark last year, but it was incredibly difficult and my work felt insincere. the other reason I’m closing this account is that it has stood as an obstacle in my way for a while now. I want to focus on original work, but I can’t because I feel like I must finish my wips first, and I have no interest in those. I would just like to move on 🥴
thank you all for being an integral part of my writing journey! I cherish every memory and friend I made during these past 7 years 🤍 I’ll still open tumblr, so I can still be in touch, but please note that I’ll be privating chaninfused by june.
thank you all again! it’s been such a pleasure being part of this community 🩷
OH, SIMPLE THING • BC • the moon was a lover's solace; princess and knight au; angst; death; brief mentions of blood; 685 words.
“Do you think the moon will mourn us?”
“Hmm?” Chan’s voice was but a whisper on the bitter breeze, barely hanging on its cruel whims. You felt its vibrations in your chest, limp as you were against him. Your own murmurs were fleeting.
“It’s only that—she watched over us all along.”
You turned your head a fraction, cheek meeting his soft tunic. The cold had settled in your fingertips and toes, a stubborn chill that defied all the warmth enveloping you both.
“Back when you trained under my uncle. You spent your nights swinging that wooden sword around,” you recollected the hazy memories. Precious, little things. A lifetime so far away.
Chan must have smiled. You could not see his face very well from where he had wrapped you in his arms, through you desperately wished you could. “I remember.”
“And when I confronted you one night for all the noise you were making, and you said—” you imagined him then, the starry-eyed squire, with his shorn hair and battered practice sword, and breathed out, “You promised to become the strongest knight in the realm. You told me to keep watching you.”
“So, you did.”
And it had been your greatest joy all those years. “I did.
“And when we exchanged letters in the dead of the night. When we shared our secrets under the stars. The first time and every night after that when you snuck me out to town,” you smiled at the memory of his tentative touch, the feel of cobblestone against your feet, the cedar scent of the cloak he had covered your nightgown with. The faint memory of a town that had once been was a stark contrast to your current surroundings.
“We danced.” Chan’s hands found yours where you had bundled them in your skirts. Fingers loosely intertwined, you heard the lilting music again and whispered back. A secret among many.
“We danced.”
A wolf howled in the distance. A call to its kin, you surmised with a shiver, nestling yourself deeper into Chan’s embrace. With your ear to his heart, you listened to its faint song.
“And then, I was finally assigned to you,” he sighed.
“Finally.” you squeezed his hands, gentle as the confession escaped you. “It was the happiest I’d ever been.”
“Me too.” you felt the weight of Chan’s head against the crown of your head. His words wandered in the tousled strands of your hair, short puffs of air that left you breathless. “I was always the happiest with you.”
Silence yawned in the wake of his voice. You let his feelings settle in your heart, at home next to yours. Too late did you notice your eyes burning.
“I think she will mourn us,” Chan muttered finally, and a tear slipped down your cheek. The thought knelled in the murky depths of your mind.
Because no one left alive will.
You gasped against the words tearing through, desperate, and foolish in their desperation. Tears like molten iron blurred your vision. “I don’t want to die, Chan.”
Strength had left your knight long ago. All you felt of him now was a whisper of breath, and a trickle of tears against your hair, searing, like the crimson soaking your fine dress, gluing the two of you together.
Two halves of a tragic whole.
“Forgive me,” was all he could utter, his knight’s oath broken.
Around the two of you, the bodies of your guards lay massacred. Saving you had been a futile endeavor. The sword of your enemy was merciless, sparing no town, no home, no soul but the dignity of dying under the canopy of the stars.
Chan’s breath stilled first, quietly stealing your knight, your champion, your soulmate away. You didn’t have the strength to pry his fingers from yours, wailing in protest of the deafening silence, the numbing pain, the great misfortune of your cruel fates.
But your sobs soon faltered, and so did your time.
Beat by slowing beat, under the shade of an old cedar and the moon’s watchful gaze, your heart chased his into the abyss.
OH, SIMPLE THING • BC • the moon was a lover's solace; princess and knight au; angst; death; brief mentions of blood; 685 words.
“Do you think the moon will mourn us?”
“Hmm?” Chan’s voice was but a whisper on the bitter breeze, barely hanging on its cruel whims. You felt its vibrations in your chest, limp as you were against him. Your own murmurs were fleeting.
“It’s only that—she watched over us all along.”
You turned your head a fraction, cheek meeting his soft tunic. The cold had settled in your fingertips and toes, a stubborn chill that defied all the warmth enveloping you both.
“Back when you trained under my uncle. You spent your nights swinging that wooden sword around,” you recollected the hazy memories. Precious, little things. A lifetime so far away.
Chan must have smiled. You could not see his face very well from where he had wrapped you in his arms, through you desperately wished you could. “I remember.”
“And when I confronted you one night for all the noise you were making, and you said—” you imagined him then, the starry-eyed squire, with his shorn hair and battered practice sword, and breathed out, “You promised to become the strongest knight in the realm. You told me to keep watching you.”
“So, you did.”
And it had been your greatest joy all those years. “I did.
“And when we exchanged letters in the dead of the night. When we shared our secrets under the stars. The first time and every night after that when you snuck me out to town,” you smiled at the memory of his tentative touch, the feel of cobblestone against your feet, the cedar scent of the cloak he had covered your nightgown with. The faint memory of a town that had once been was a stark contrast to your current surroundings.
“We danced.” Chan’s hands found yours where you had bundled them in your skirts. Fingers loosely intertwined, you heard the lilting music again and whispered back. A secret among many.
“We danced.”
A wolf howled in the distance. A call to its kin, you surmised with a shiver, nestling yourself deeper into Chan’s embrace. With your ear to his heart, you listened to its faint song.
“And then, I was finally assigned to you,” he sighed.
“Finally.” you squeezed his hands, gentle as the confession escaped you. “It was the happiest I’d ever been.”
“Me too.” you felt the weight of Chan’s head against the crown of your head. His words wandered in the tousled strands of your hair, short puffs of air that left you breathless. “I was always the happiest with you.”
Silence yawned in the wake of his voice. You let his feelings settle in your heart, at home next to yours. Too late did you notice your eyes burning.
“I think she will mourn us,” Chan muttered finally, and a tear slipped down your cheek. The thought knelled in the murky depths of your mind.
Because no one left alive will.
You gasped against the words tearing through, desperate, and foolish in their desperation. Tears like molten iron blurred your vision. “I don’t want to die, Chan.”
Strength had left your knight long ago. All you felt of him now was a whisper of breath, and a trickle of tears against your hair, searing, like the crimson soaking your fine dress, gluing the two of you together.
Two halves of a tragic whole.
“Forgive me,” was all he could utter, his knight’s oath broken.
Around the two of you, the bodies of your guards lay massacred. Saving you had been a futile endeavor. The sword of your enemy was merciless, sparing no town, no home, no soul but the dignity of dying under the canopy of the stars.
Chan’s breath stilled first, quietly stealing your knight, your champion, your soulmate away. You didn’t have the strength to pry his fingers from yours, wailing in protest of the deafening silence, the numbing pain, the great misfortune of your cruel fates.
But your sobs soon faltered, and so did your time.
Beat by slowing beat, under the shade of an old cedar and the moon’s watchful gaze, your heart chased his into the abyss.
absolute cinema: reading this was a cinematic experience. the room shook. lives were changed.
fine dining: we ate really well. this wasn’t just a meal, it was an experience to remember.
drive thru slay: this was a slay but it was quick and easy to digest.
live laugh love: we lived, we laughed, we loved, and then we moved on. Fun read that didn’t leave a hole in my heart/didn’t leave that much of an impact/didn’t care to finish the rest of the series/forgot i read this.
pass the panadol: this gave me a headache.
i was rooting for you: i had high expectations and was let down.
OAPA 1861 s. 18: this book caused grievous bodily harm to me with intent. this is bad, like offensively. it’s a crime against literature.
List of January-June reads:
English novels:
Your Blood, My Bones; Kelly Andrew (standalone)
The Red Palace; June Hur (standalone)
Belladonna; Adalyn Grace (book one only)
The Otherwhere Post; Emily J Taylor (standalone)
For She is Wrath; Emily Varga (standalone)
The Isles of the Gods; Amie Kaufman (the duology)
A Far Wilder Magic; Allison Saft (standalone)
A Cruel Thirst; Angela Montoya (standalone)
Light Novels:
If the Villainess and Villain Met and Fell in Love (1-2)
Bride of the Barrier Master (1-2)
Manhwa:
A Stepmother’s Märchen (1-4, I’m gatekeeping vol 5 from myself)
description: when your best friend Felix sets you up on a blind date with adorable medical student Han Jisung, you find yourself falling for his sweet words and dark eyes, and the even darker secrets he hides behind his charming, angelic smile.
