no swanny no

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I will drag y’all to hell with me lol

Person A of your (BR)OTP has a very important job. Nearly everyone - even people who have worked together with A for years, and some friends they know out of work - calls them by their last name. Now imagine B accidentally calling A by their first name in front of a lot of people, leading to incessant rumours that they are in an intimate relationship… How do they handle this?

“I…I um, ah, I am sorry, Miss Swan,” Ashley stammered, the open cup of hot chocolate shaking in her hands.

She let out a long, drawn out sigh, too tired to actually verbalize her annoyance.

“It’s a white shirt, Ashley,” she grit out, failing to keep her irritation out. To be fair she had every right to be irritated with everything and everyone, seeing that it was only noon and her day had been a complete shit show thus far.

She took the offered napkins, doing her best to soak the drink, knowing damn well this would call for industrial grade detergent.

“Please, at least tell me you didn’t mix up my Chop’t order,” she said, raising her brow expectantly as she stared at her clumsy assistant. Ashley meant well, she knew that, but the girl was too clumsy by half, constantly stuttering her way through uncertainties.

“No, Thomas made sure he got it right,” Ashley said, transforming in the blink of an eye to a woman who knew exactly what she was on about - this of course, only happened when she spoke about Thomas. It was both cute and aggravating - Emma would’ve liked for Ashley to have come into her own confidence - but not everyone worked the same way, some people simply did have ‘a missing half’.

“Thomas? You went all the way to Bryant Park?”

“Yes? Sorry? I mean… it’s the best Chop’t honestly.”

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A Lifetime With You

Author: Swanny_Writer

Pairing: WonHui, side GyuHao

Genre: fluff, romance, high school!au, university!au, modern!au, proposal

Rating: PG-13

Length: one shot

Word Count: 28,276

Warnings: none

Description: Wonwoo contemplates writing a book about why proposals need to be given as much thought as wedding planning.

(Or the one where Wonwoo reminisces about how he met, fell in love, and proposed to Jun)




My first SwannieQueenie fanart! Hope you like it, even if you don’t ship it. If you don’t like it, please don’t be disagreable. I now I have some Swens among my followers and I made this specially for them.

Fun fact: I started this on June 26… :)

I’ve been sitting on my patootie for hours now. I’ll come back next week with more Queenie and Robbie Around the World. NEXT STOP: Brazil!



Thirteen Dorks and a Baby

Author: Swanny_Writer

Pairing: WonHui

Genre: romcom, high school!au, messaging!au

Rating: PG-13

Length: one shot

Word Count: 5,146

Warnings: none

Description: Wonwoo and Jun are paired up for a project, and their friends think it’s the perfect opportunity to set them up

(Or the one where the fic is entirely told through chat transcripts, and WonHui get a baby)


Hello Alex, I’m your Secret Santa! And here’s my gift to you: something Christmas-related, with a tiny little CS reindeer baby! I’ve been terribly busy these past two weeks and I haven’t been the best Santa around (sorry!), but I do hope you like my present, and that it gives you some warm, fuzzy, Christmasy, Captain Swanny feels!

Finally, I hope you, and all who read this, are having a very Merry Christmas!

After the aftermath of that hard-spent spring how will I break
thee is the question. Pin down in the dark and halt. All the horses

strained to the flickering ropes in the trees and restrained. Or lay
crack the gardens oh freak violet were we. The horses rode after me

after. The bats were a miracle with legs I saw to say how could you.
And even though the new world got brave out of doors I shut &

all the aftermath is all I want. (Twice.) All night you take a bride
chest in thy swanny clutch I want in: wanting out is why we change

the lock on each other but I want to door. Do I wed the key word
‘want’ for nothing but to find thee on the other side? I wake wanting

more than I did before. And I do. Thy heroic thy horses be damned.
Thy hurt. A kingdom for my gully· my crossroad for a truly hard

up king· my good hilt stacked to do my saying for me. Tower
kicked is the mathy after so you lay finger to my violent fruits

rolling in a hot hay. Hey after the hallelujah I cut clean in half and
you check thy pulse with a reason. The legend screws us like we came

together in a loving tongue so I unscrewed it torched it. Don’t wait
for what comes next. Tell it fast so my borders lit. All the horses

rang out in arson. The stable was a carousel it played thy name
run for its life out the burning door, out the last unbearable

and troubled light.

—  “Babel / Aubade,” Lo Kwa Mei-en