I'm free for requests in other fandoms that my "usual" ones as well - just hit me up <3
Son Hak saving you from a group of men
While gathering herbs, you get surrouned by bandits - until a mysterious, cocky stranger swoops in to save the day. But you’re no damsel in distress, and you’re ready to show him exactly what you’re capable of.
Hak stitching you up
yep that's basically it hehe
The blue dragon saving you from certain death
It was never a secret that you're reckless - as Hak's sister, that runs in the family. But provoking a heir of soldiers, getting shot and almost drowning on your way to prove yourself to your brother doesn't really help your mission. Little do you know a certain blue dragon watches from afar and springs in time just to save you...
Getting caught up in a snow storm and saved by Yona of the Dawn men
ft. Hak, Shin-Ah, Jae-Ha and Kija
yotd men walking in on you in a hot spring
ft. Shin-Ah, Hak and Kija
Hak being there for you when no one else is
you were always quite the opposite of your younger sister, always understood the responsibilities of a princess despite your own wishes. Until your life got turned upside down. Until you find yourself devoured in the arms of the man you've been longing for your whole life.
confessions of love in the dying sun x Shin-Ah
You always admired him from afar, never once thought about the possibility that the blue dragon might hide the same feelings you try to cover up. Until you find yourself right next to him at sunet...
one stolen kiss pt 1
You hated him since the day you were born. How he always outshines you, how he somehow still moves you. You desperately hold onto your values until Guren himself decides to break the tension
one stolen kiss pt 2
As if your annoyance didn't already reached its limit when Guren decided to kiss you out of the blue, you find yourself in his office a few days later. But it's not only him who urges to see you again...
one stolen kiss pt 3
What's even worse than having Guren and Kureto lingering over you like a unpromising shadow? Right, both men fighting over you.
Basen hating kissing the heck out of you
That General who is so full of himself, who never misses a chance to put you into your place. And you? A hot-headed nurse with outstanding tactical abilities and a big mouth. What can possibly go wrong?
Quiet mornings with Shigure Sohma
While you're surrounded by mess and trouble all day, you can't help but enjoy those mornings with none other than Shigure.
Hatori Sohma realizing you're more than just a friend to him
You were around since he can remember. You, the only sunshine in his life, that woman he never gets tired of looking at. It takes Hitori too long to finally confess his feelings to himself. And then he's about to ruin everything...
The sky was a dusky canvas, streaked with the last embers of sunlight, the air heavy with the silence that comes only when your thoughts are louder than the world. Lando Norris stood at the edge of a crumbling cliff, fists shoved deep into his hoodie, eyes fixed on the wilderness below.
The championship had slipped away. The title, the dream, the thing he had fought for with every sacrifice, every sleepless night, every broken bone and rebuilt spirit. Oscar had won. And Lando had smiled for the cameras, lifted his glass, clapped for his teammate—but when the cheers faded, he was left with a hollow ache he couldn’t outrun.
So here he was.
At the edge of everything.
One step forward, and it could all be quiet.
But fate intervened with a grip around his wrist. A stranger, (Y/n) Hwang, dragged him back from the brink with fire in her eyes and fury in her voice. A woman who didn’t care that he was a Formula 1 driver, only that he was a man seconds away from disappearing.
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💬 “You’re not weak. You’re human.”
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Sometimes the people who pull you back from the edge don’t just save you.
They change you.
And maybe, just maybe, they were meant to find you there.
📖 A story of grief, unexpected kindness, and the fragile way broken souls begin to heal.
📝 Note from the Author:
Hello, my dear Alarwynnites! Sooo… SURPRISE!!! Here’s a new one. Honestly, this idea hit me all at once and I couldn’t resist putting it down. It’s heavier that for sure, leaning on angst and quiet healing, but don’t worry, I promise there’s softness and warmth along the way. Think of it as a story about second chances, about what happens when the person you least expect to meet shows up at the exact moment you need them most.
Also, small tip: It’s really good to listen to Still Alive (LeveR Remix) by Norml while reading this whole book, it’s kind of the heartbeat behind the story. You can listen here: Still Alive (LeveR Remix)
As always, thank you for reading, reblogging, liking, or even silently scrolling through. You guys keep me going
Chapters coming soon. The hill may have nearly taken him… but it gave him her instead. 🧡
Prompt: I thought of this story idea while driving home and listening to “Favorite Crime” by Olivia Rodrigo.
Summary: Galadriel grapples with accepting Halbrand's true identity as Sauron and the fact that everything between them was a lie. Or was it?
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2, betrayal, emotional manipulation, psychological trauma, self-blame, heartbreak, implied violence, fall from height, grief, identity deception, toxic relationships, existential crisis, power dynamics, introspection on trust and betrayal, disillusionment
The storm had not yet passed when Galadriel stood alone on the cliff's edge, her golden hair whipped by the winds that howled like wraiths. Below, the sea churned and frothed, dark and unforgiving as the memories that haunted her. She had once found solace in these waters, but now they only served as a reminder of what had been lost—and what had been betrayed.
Halbrand.
No—Sauron.
The name was a blade that cut deeper than any sword. She had known him under the guise of a king, a broken man seeking redemption, just as she had sought her own. Together, they had formed an unspoken bond, forged in the fires of battle and tempered in shared ambition. They had walked side by side, the weight of destiny heavy on their shoulders, and in those moments, Galadriel had allowed herself to hope—to believe that maybe, just maybe, there could be peace.
She had let herself hope—truly hope—for the first time in an age. He had seemed different, a kindred soul bound by loss and a desire to set the world right. He had been a warrior at her side, the strength she had leaned on when her own faltered. They had stood as equals—or so she had believed.
She remembers the moment after the battle when the dust had yet to settle, and the skies above were still blackened with smoke. Their victory had been hard-fought, their enemies defeated, and for one brief, fragile moment, she had allowed herself to feel something other than her endless drive for vengeance.
Halbrand had looked at her then, his eyes searching hers with a kind of intensity that made her chest tighten. “What we did today,” he had said, his voice rough, ragged with the weariness of battle, but also something more. “Fighting side by side with you... I’ve never felt anything like it. I’ve never felt more alive.”
His words had struck something deep within her, something buried beneath layers of grief and anger. It was the same for her. In that moment, with him, she had felt alive too—more than she had in centuries. She had wanted to tell him then, to put words to the storm of emotions that had swirled between them. And she had. Against all her better judgment, she had whispered, “I felt it too.” And she had felt it too—the connection, the spark, the fire that had burned between them.
But that hope had been a lie. He had been a lie.
A lie he had wrapped around her, like chains forged from her own longing. He had let her believe they were fighting the same battle, for the same cause. He had let her believe that he was someone worth saving, someone who could be redeemed.
But the man she had fought beside wasn’t real. He was a mask, a deception so carefully crafted that even she, with all her wisdom, had been fooled.
She closes her eyes against the stinging wind, but it cannot shield her from the memories. The feel of his hand gripping hers as they sailed to Númenor, the way he had stood at her side in council, his presence a quiet strength she had come to depend on. She had been a willing accomplice, trusted him with parts of herself she had sworn to keep hidden. She had let him into her heart, her mind—had let him believe that he could be something other than what he truly was. She had given him the power to hurt her, and he had done so without hesitation.
It had been foolish, a weakness she could not afford. And now, she paid the price.
Her heart pounds as the memory of their last confrontation resurfaces. The way his true nature had unfurled before her like a storm cloud on the horizon. His face—the last thing she saw before she fell— eyes wide, lips parted in shock. She had thought, for a fleeting moment, that he was reaching for her. But as the bitter truth sank in, she knew better. He wasn’t reaching for her. He was reaching for the ring clutched in her hand.
She remembers falling, the cold air biting at her skin, her body hurtling toward the churning sea below. The storm above her, the chaos in her mind, all of it blurred together as she clung to the one truth that shattered her: Halbrand was an illusion, and Sauron had been there all along.
And yet... she had let him in.
How could I have been so blind?
She hits the ground harder than she expected, her body shuddering on impact, but it’s the pain in her heart that sears the most. When her eyes flutter open, the storm still rages above, the wind howling, and yet, there is a moment of quiet within her—a cold, sinking realization. Sauron hadn’t been reaching for her. He was reaching for the power she held, the power that could tip the balance of Middle-earth into darkness. He had used her as he had used everyone.
She sits up, her fingers still gripping the ring, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The ache inside her chest is heavy, and yet, the betrayal has sharpened her, hardened her. She had fallen for his lies, for his false promises, for the man she thought he could be.
But now, all she feels is a hollow emptiness where hope once resided.
The sea roars beneath her, and she rises on trembling legs, her gaze locking on the horizon. She wonders, not for the first time if he had ever truly cared. If the betrayal was hers alone to bear. Did he regret it? Did he feel anything for her at all?
The answer comes to her with a cold clarity. No. Sauron felt nothing but the insatiable hunger for power, and she had been a pawn in his game. Her loyalty, her trust—he had used them against her, twisted them to his will, until she had crossed lines she swore she never would. She had defended him when she should have walked away, stood by his side when others saw the truth she had refused to see.
Her loyalty had been unwavering. And for what?
For this moment—standing at the edge of the world, the taste of betrayal bitter on her tongue and the knowledge that she had loved the lie he had spun so masterfully.
Even now, as the storm echoes around her, she cannot fully shake the connection they had shared. It lingers, like a shadow, whispering in the back of her mind—a bond built on lies, but real enough to hurt, real enough to scar. Despite everything, despite the betrayal that had cut so deep, she had loved him—loved the man she thought he was. And worse, part of her still does.
“How foolish I have been,” she thinks, the wind tugging at her as if it wants to pull her into the sea. But she will not let it claim her. No, not yet. Sauron may have left her broken, but she would not remain that way.
She had fought for him once, fought for the man he had pretended to be. Now, she would fight against him. Because despite everything, despite the lies, she would undo the darkness he had left in his wake.
The storm rages on, and so does she.
But even now, as she walks away from the cliff’s edge, there’s a part of her that knows the truth—the cruelest truth of all.
Tagging @nyx-knox @roguishcat @bardic-inspo @bloodinwine
No pressure!
Give me a teaser of what you are working on! Because I post
What Could Have Been on Weds, I am gonna try and do these on Tuesdays!
SPOILERS Ahead! For Chapter 13!
Astarion hadn’t expected such swiftness from her; he had envisioned her drawing it out—turning it into a game. But the boldness of her action struck him like a spark to tinder, igniting a primal hunger within him. His eyes roved over her, unabashedly drinking in every curve, every shadow. “Very good,” he murmured, his grin widening, his gaze darkening with unspoken promises. “But I’m afraid that’s only the beginning... I want all of it, pet.”
Sima leaned back further into the chair, draping her legs over one of the arms, her body arching in a languid stretch that was as provocative as it was defiant. Her hair spilled down one side, her back curving elegantly against the chair’s cushion. “Oh... I suppose you mean this last, inconvenient scrap of lace.” She gestured to the thin black thong at her hips, a teasing smile curling her lips. “I might take it off... perhaps. Or maybe,” she purred, eyes locking onto his with a tantalizing glint, “you should come over here and use those pretty teeth of yours.”
Silas Thorne had it all — fame, fans, and a career in the ring he’d built from the ground up.
Until one injury nearly ended everything.
Now, with his career on the line and the world moving on without him, the only person who refuses to let him fall is Carrie Thomas — his friend, his manager… and maybe something more.
From the quiet struggle of rehab to the roar of the crowd, Through the Ropes is a story of pain, passion, and the fight to rise again.
Some Notes on Dramione Fan Fic - My First Text Post!
So I just worked on this as one of the permanent pages on my blog (you can find it in the sidebar menu now) and spent entirely too long on it not to post it here too...three cheers for fan fic!
I do have several Dramione fic ideas and (surprisingly long and detailed) drafts of my own floating around in the ole noggin and hard drive, respectively. For the moment, though, I’m having a blast focusing more on drawing and don’t have enough time outside of work to do both drawing and writing well.
If you’re interested in following my currently empty account on fanfiction.net in case anything cool pops up in the future, go for it and thanks in advance! If I publish I’ll post about it here as well.
To hold you over and/or win you over to this ship in the meantime, here are some amazing Dramione fics by some really amazing people.
Have Read / Would Strongly Recommend:
Clean / Marked by @OlivieBlake
OlivieBlake is truly SO talented. This is a two-part series where you need to read the first (Clean) for the second (Marked) to make total sense, and it is 100% worth every one of the 300k+ words. I laughed. I sobbed. I fell in love with Theo as a character for the first time. Lots of amazing character development all around. This is my current all-time favorite Dramione fic. Hermione is such a badass and the writing will punch you in the gut.
The Fallout by Sage / EveryThursday
This one is truly foundational to the whole ship, but somehow I completely missed it until a friend recommended it in fall 2019. Cue my descent into adopting Dramione as an OTP and creating an entire art blog mostly focused on them, oops. Lots of angst, action-driven, a bit impressionistic in its treatment of time and the progression of Hermione and Draco’s relationship, will 10 out of 10 make you cry. It’s a classic for a reason.
Breath Mints / Battle Scars by @Onyx-and-Elm
Enough angst for you, your mom, your cat, your third cousin twice removed, and the entire rest of the world for that matter. I love that both Hermione and Draco are broken and flawed yet still sharp as a tack in this fic. The storyline will keep you on the edge of your seat, or, in my case, just glued to the couch in pajamas all day binge reading. The dialogue is top notch. U will cri everytiem for Theo also.
Isolation by Bex-Chan
Another classic that's constantly recommended for a reason. This one accomplishes the transition from enemies to lovers very believably in my opinion and does a great job branching out from a sole focus on that dynamic to a broader storyline that incorporates a lot of other characters very well. I really loved the inclusion of Andromeda especially.
Nightmares and Nocturnes by @OlivieBlake
I just like….really really love OlivieBlake’s writing, ok? And this one is extra noteworthy for me to have loved because in general I really don’t vibe with a Hermione who’s lost her mojo in fan fiction. A very creative, unique concept, and OlivieBlake always masterfully fleshes out side characters in a way that makes you care about them deeply.
Currently Reading and Loving:
The Disappearances of Draco Malfoy by Speechwriter / @BatmanSymbol
A work in progress but the writer updates regularly and also posts on Tumblr about it! The storyline is fantastic and the progression of events and writing style both feel very true to the original HP books, which perfectly fills a void left in my heart from having boycotted buying any more JKR merchandise due to her transphobic nonsense. Highly recommend! Let’s sit on the edge of our seats together waiting for more updates!
On the To-Read List / Heavily Recommended by Others:
Manacled by @Senlinyu
(I have avoided this one for a while due to being very very sensitive to descriptions of non-con situations. BUT Senlinyu is lovely, everybody I know who has read Manacled loves it, and I do in fact love The Handmaid’s Tale despite how dark it can be. Planning to dive in soon while also keeping up with Disappearances!)
The Right Thing to Do by @Lovesbitca8
Cruel and Beautiful World by @LenaPhoria (fic is no longer on ff.net or AO3 but a file can be found with some creative googling)
Wait and Hope by @MightBeWriting
The Gloriana Set by ThebeMoon
If you’d like to recommend anything else, well…hey, you’re here so you know how to find me :)
I'm searching for stuff to binge read in my free time, without having to search through the never ending tags of Ao3 and finding nothing intriguing or anything that I haven't already read twice over.
Preferably Loki/OFC or Loki/Reader though I am not averse to any other TH’s characters or even original work if it is good.
Im open minded to the genre, and won't shy from the darker fics either. Mature/Explicit ratings are always a plus since it makes things a whole lot more interesting.
I dont care if its on Ao3 or fanficnet or even Wattpad for that matter as long as its good.
