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linos-luna · 1 year ago

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Hi gorgeous 💞

I hope you're doing well (I was worried af)

If it's not too much to ask but my birthday is on 14th March so can you write a yandere hyunjin x f reader smut where the reader who is already held hostage is given a gift by hyunjin (just surprise me with your writing girl)?

I would seriously appreciate it from my heart ❤️

Wanna see a manipulative, toxic and delusional hyunjin in love with me 😩

Bye 👋

Sorry it’s late! I’ve been so busy! 😭

Happy late birthday 🎊

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Work of Art 🔪

Yandere!Hyunjin x Reader

Warnings: Yandere!, 18+, slight Stockholm Syndrome?, Slapping, Hair pulling, Emotional manipulation

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It’s been two months. Two months since you lost your freedom. Hyunjin was obsessed. He wants you to keep you in his home forever. If he goes out, he handcuffed you to the bed frame. Although lately he hasn’t done that. Probably because now you don’t move. You seemed to have given up on trying.

The days blended together so you didn’t even realize that today was your birthday. You stayed in bed until noon, only waking when some light from the window hit your face. You sat up, only to see Hyunjin standing at the door. Watching.

“Good morning, my love.” He said with a soft smile. “Today is a special day!”

“What….?” You mumbled.

“How could you forget?! It’s your birthday, silly!” He chuckled while going to you and leaning in to kiss you.

You were silent, actually surprised that you forgot your own birthday.

The man stroked your hair as he waited for your kiss although you didn’t budge. This seemed to frustrate him and he pulled your hair so your lips touch his. “Y/n!” He whined.

Reluctantly, you kiss him. He bit your lip and kissed you with lots of passion.

Sure you kissed back but not with as much vigor as him. This only hurts his heart.

“Y/n! I don’t understand…” he whined. “why…? Why won’t you love me like I love you!”

“Hyunjin, you kidnapped me!”

“Because I love you!”

“This isn’t love!!” You interrupted. “This… this is hell!”

“No no no… i-I’m sorry! It shouldn’t be!” Hyunjin frowned and dropped to his knees while holding your hand. “I only wanted to show you love and cherish you. I want to spoil you!”

“Hyunjin—”

“I’m sorry, y/n…” He pouts, giving you sad eyes, “I-i never meant to hurt you…”

“Hyunjin… you—!”

“No no I'm awful!” He interrupted while starting to cry. “I-I just want someone to love… I-I’ve never had someone love and care like you do. You’re so genuine and kind…”

He continued rambling. From his rough upbringing to his desire for love. He’s all alone in this world and it had your heart breaking for him.

“I-I have a gift for you…” he said softly. “Please. I worked so hard on it.”

“O-okay…” you nodded reluctantly.

Joy lit up his face and he quickly left the room. As soon as he left, the tears were gone. It was as if he flipped off the emotion like a light switch. Instead, he smiled to himself.

Hyunjin came back in the bedroom with a canvas. You were a bit confused until he turned it around. It was you. A painted picture of you sleeping. The style made you look angelic.

It was beautiful but also unnerving. When did he paint this? Was he watching you while sleeping? Every minuet detail of your features was there. Every mole and blemish was painted in great detail.

“Wow, Hyunjin… it’s very nice.” You said slowly while studying it. You couldn’t lie, it really was an amazing painting.

“Oh, my love. I’m glad you love it!” He smiled. “I worked so hard to capture your essence! You truly are a work of art!”

You couldn’t help blushing. You’ve never had a compliment like that and it was giving you butterflies in your stomach.

“Thank you, Hyunjin… I-I really do love it…”

“Oh good!” He was excited as he leaned in close. “Please, my love. May I kiss you?”

There was a moment of silence before you nod.

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Dinner was a bit awkward. You sat in silence as he fed you.

“Do you like it?” He said suddenly.

“I do but… Hyunjin I can feed myself.”

“No darling. Don’t worry about that.” He said while putting more meat on the fork.

“No really—…” you grab the fork from him, about to raise it to your mouth before he suddenly slapped it away.

“Hyunjin—!”

Before you could finish, there was a swift slap to your face.

“No! Only I can feed you!” Hyunjin yelled suddenly.

You held your cheek in shock, too stunned to speak.

“Oh I’m so sorry!! My love, I'm sorry!!” He suddenly switched up and got to his knees, dropping the bowl of food to the ground, but he didn’t seem to care.

“No! Don’t cry! Don’t be mad!” He begged while grabbing into each side of your hair and pulling you close. “Please forgive me! I love you!”

“A-agh! Hyunjin!” You whimpered as he tugged harder.

“My darling. My sweet girl, please!”

He pulled harder, making you drop from your seat to the floor.

“J-Jinnie! You’re hurting me!!”

“W-what?!” He paused, still holding onto your hair. “No! No im not!!”

“Jinnie stop!”

“No you stop!” He yelled. “I love you! I’m just trying to love you!!” His voice broke as tears formed and it made you stop dead in your tracks.

“Hyunjin…”

“No! You don’t love me!” He sobbed. “I-I thought I finally found my soulmate… one that will love me as much as I love her!” Hyunjin wiped some tears while looking at you. “I-I’ve never had that kind of love. My M-mother left! A-And father would beat me! I-I only wish you give the love I never received!”

Whether this story was true or not -it’s not-, you wouldn’t be able to tell. But his vulnerability and tears tugged at your heartstrings.

“Hyunjin….”

“No! Just go!” He cried. “Just leave me! Leave me all alone! I’m used to it!” He pulled some keys from his pocket and threw them in front of you.

You were frozen in place. You felt awful. Pure guilt. How could you hurt him like this?? All he wanted was love. You felt like a monster.

Without much thinking, you hugged him tight. “I-I’m sorry, Jinnie.”

Hyunjin leaned into your hug, making himself look as small and vulnerable as possible while continuing to weep.

“It’s okay… it’s okay…” you whispered while rubbing his back.

“C-can I… can I give you a bath?” He asked softly. “I-I wanted to spoil you with a little… at home spa…”

You pulled away and looked at him. Here he was crying and expressing his deepest emotions and traumas, and yet he was still thinking of you. He was still wanting to spoil and shower you with love.

You only nodded and Hyunjin smiles before kissing your forehead and leaving to the restroom, getting some of the soaps and candles ready.

It made you feel guilty. Perhaps you have this all wrong. He really does have a good heart. Perhaps you’ve never experienced real love. Maybe… this is what true love is.

Hyunjin had no more tears. This face had cleared up so fast as soon as he entered the restroom. In fact he had a smile. A satisfied one, like a spoiled child that got his way. It was just too easy.

Hyunjin walked to the bedroom, grabbing a robe for you, stopping by the painting. He took a deep breath while running his fingers along your painted nude body.

He turned back to the restroom, mustering up some tears red cheeks before calling out to you.

"Come on, my love! The bath is ready!'

#kpop #kpop x reader #fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop smut #stray kids #skz x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids x poc reader #stray kids yandere #yandere stray kids #yandere hyunjin x reader #yandere hyunjin #skz hyunjin #hyunjin x poc reader #skz yandere #kpop yandere

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the-blue-eyed-firebender · 10 months ago

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royai fic recs?

Ahhh friend you've read my mind! I actually started making another Royai fic rec post and it's been sitting in my drafts for a couple of days! Thanks for the ask, and enjoy! ❤️

Yet Another Royai Fic Rec

(I keep making these.)

My Girl Claudine by Leelo_Forever

Rating: G

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: On a night out with the team, Riza's attempts to avoid dwelling on today's date are almost working.

Excerpt: “Stay on beat!” shouts the Colonel while watching their feet, one arm in the air, the other slung over Breda's shoulders, with Havoc at the end of the line. The patrons begin to clap to the rhythm of their footfalls and she watches as the Colonel looks up and around, smiling and glassy eyed, shirtsleeves rolled, jacket discarded, and collar askew, crushed under Breda’s forearm. All three are breathless and rosy cheeked, grinning through their concentration.

“Louder!” he yells at the pub’s revelers, laughing as men begin to bang on the tables and stomp their feet from their seats. They are all going to be in sorry shape in the morning.

My thoughts: A vivid bar scene, a lighthearted moment with the Mustang team, and a lovely, quippy exchange between our two favorites. If you're looking for meaningful fluff, this story really hits the spot. And the song is just *chef's kiss*. It's that good I was fully expecting it to be a real song, not just part of this story. I was highly disappointed when I typed the lyrics into Spotify and nothing came up.

Want You to Live by @starwritingbri

Rating: T

Word Count: 4K

Summary: After telling the Colonel not to perform human transmutation for her sake, Riza finds herself slipping away. She has a conversation with an old friend about life, death, and Roy Mustang. (NOT a major character death fic!)

Excerpt: The man sitting next to Riza felt like he’d been there for as long as she could remember, and yet she knew he hadn’t been for a long time. Time felt more difficult to grasp than ever before. As a sniper, it would warp as her focus narrowed on a target, or in meetings where the speaker felt too self-important to get to the point. Seconds and minutes rarely felt like the allotted times they were supposed to be, but this situation brought an entirely new sensation to time distorting.

Riza sat up to get a better look at her companion. “Maes?”

My thoughts: Gut wrenchingly emotional and poetic, amazing characterization, and the scene this author created was so vivid in my head it was like watching a movie. The dialogue here is poignant and bittersweet, and Maes Hughes is captured so beautifully it's almost painful. Gosh, I love this piece, A+ angst with a happy ending.

two tickets to the rabbit hole, please by @chryseis (lovelyleias on AO3)

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.9K

Summary: A selection of letters exchanged between Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye from 1903 to 1908.

Excerpt: Dear Mister Mustang,

It pleases me to hear that you’re finally getting along with your rival. I must say, antagonizing someone over a piece of quiche is very strange.

My father is well, thank you for asking. Sometimes I hear things in the night–terrible sounds that I cannot explain, coming from the attic where he keeps his office. I have a sense that something is going to happen soon. But sometimes I wish I was an alchemist, so that I might understand him better. You probably think that’s silly. It probably is!

I hope your birthday was fun. Did you do anything exciting? You strike me as someone who enjoys their own birthday very much.

Best,

Riza Hawkeye

My thoughts: This one is a masterpiece, full stop. I've read this one several times, and keep coming back to it. Each letter is a progression of their long-distance relationship, a token of their importance to one another and how it deepens over time. And I love the poignancy of the strikethroughs. Roy's second to last letter absolutely shattered my heart, I actually had to stop what I was doing to absorb the feelings it gave me.

I first found this story by listening to the podfic version by the incredibly talented @klainelynch, who performs it so well. Highly, highly recommend.

Your hands, holding me up by @lassusog

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.6K

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, Riza wakes to find that her memories are gone. Her colleagues, best friend and her -surprisingly- very caring superior are there to offer help.

Excerpt: For the second time she locks eyes with the man in the coat.

“What’s your name?” he asks her quietly.

“I-,” she begins. Her pulse thunders against her temple. The man’s eyes bore into hers like he already knows the answer. So she gives it to him, because the realization is too heavy for her to carry alone.

“I don’t remember.”

The room goes deadly quiet.

My thoughts: This is one of the first fics I read in this fandom. It gets rec'd a lot, and for very good reason. This story is captivating right out the gate. I feel like memory loss is a trope often used but seldom done right. This author has done it right.

And this dialogue. THIS. DIALOGUE. Oof it just sizzles. The team's banter. Rebecca and Mustang's bickering. Mustang's gentleness and his suave sense of humor. Perfection, all of it.

The characterization is spot-on, especially for Riza, which is so impressive as she herself doesn't know who she's suppose to be, and yet she still comes across as herself (does that make sense?)

More Royai fic recs: here and here

#royai #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #fanfiction #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fma #fmab #royai fanfiction #ao3 #fanfic #royai fic rec #fic rec

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ellethespaceunicorn · 9 months ago

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Late night scenario: Dennis and wifey sitting on the beach shore late at night 🧜🏽‍♀️❤️🤍🌊🌊

Hi Nonnie!!!

I love this scenario and I have some ideas!! So very many ideas...

Dennis arranges a sitter for DJ so you two can get away for the weekend

DJ is still small enough to not be too fussy when you leave

But you still manage to miss him as soon as you get in the car to leave

"Just for the weekend, sweetheart. We'll come back early if you're not having fun"

He knows damn well that what he has planned will keep you entertained

He rents a beach house that sits close to the water but far enough away to have a little privacy from others

The first night you are there, he busies himself with going back and forth between the beach and the house

You know your husband too well to think he doesn't have something up his sleeve

After the sun goes down a bit, Dennis tells you that he has a surprise waiting for you on the beach

Once you get out there, you see a bonfire going and a blanket with a picnic basket set out for the two of you

If you weren't already married, you'd be thinking he was gonna propose to you

The salty sea air rolls in with the tide but the heat of the bonfire keeps you from catching a chill

Dennis watches you as you tuck into the food he prepared

Grapes, figs, apple slices, chocolate, different cheeses, soppressata, prosciutto, and a variety of crackers

He enjoys the sounds of satisfaction you make, smiling at you when you do your "happy food dance"

You take turns putting different meats and cheeses together on crackers and feeding them to each other

If anyone could see you basking in the glow of your love, they would either be swooning or wishing you two would just get a room

But neither of you could keep your love a secret, you'd shout it from the rooftops if you could

After you've had your fill on everything, Dennis takes you for a walk along the water's edge to burn off some calories and get your feet in the cool water

Holding hands as you look out over the ocean, you think about how you and Dennis haven't had a moment to yourselves in the past few months since DJ was born

And you don't want to waste it

When you make it back to the bonfire, it's properly dark, and the stars are so bright that you can see them for miles along the coast

You sit back down and cuddle up next to Dennis and he puts his arm around you, holding you close

The glow of the fire casts a reddish-orange glow on your faces as you talk and Dennis stops in the middle of his sentence and just stares at you with a goofy grin on his face

"Den, you're staring again"

"I can't help it, sweetheart. Sometimes your beauty stops my brain from working"

You wanted to come up with something snarky or sarcastic to say but instead, you swoon and lean in for a kiss

Once his lips capture yours, it's on like Donkey Kong

As the kiss deepens, you let out a whimper and he only pulls you closer as his hands wander along your body

Dennis breaks the kiss, much to your chagrin, and you both struggle to catch your breath

"What do you say we put out this fire and continue this inside?"

"I say that sounds amazing, Mr. Baker"

"I agree, Mrs. Baker. You go inside, I'll be right in"

He sends you off with a quick smack on your bottom and you giggle while you run back to the house

You freshen up and put on a slinky, short nightgown and settle yourself in bed, waiting for your husband

Once he walks into the bedroom and sees you, he all but jumps onto the sheets to join you

You welcome him with open arms as he slots himself next to you

Your legs entangle and he turns your bodies so you straddle him

Reveling in the fact that his glasses are getting a little foggy, you roll your hips against the hardening bulge in his pants

Dennis' eyes darken and you see his demeanor change, knowing that he is about to rock your world but before he does, he makes you swoon yet again

"I love you so much, sweetheart. Thank you for loving me back"

If you weren't so horny, you'd have started crying at his expression of love

But, again, horny is winning this battle of emotions

You spend the rest of the night in each other's arms, whispering sweet nothings with your lips while your bodies move together in harmony

OMG, I can't believe I still have so many thots but I will save them for later. 😉

#ask reply #dennis baker #dennis baker x you #dennis baker x reader #my headcanons

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misshoneyimhome · 1 year ago

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So I send the ask about Fiala and Hischier! And if you could write anything in an domestic scenario with Kevin Fiala would be amazing, if you can add a sprinkle of smut even better! Maybe welcoming him after a road trip, when he's tired and craving love and attention! Thank you !!! 😘

- 🇧🇷 (can I use this emoji so you can identify me?)

Alrighty babe! A good classic of welcoming your man home, oh yes ❤️ So, it’s the first time I've written something about Fiala, but babe, he’s truly handsome, and I absolutely loved it - I also hope I somewhat captured your idea 😉 please, if you enjoyed it hit me with more ideas! I’d love to dive into some more Kevin F.

Sure 🇧🇷 always fun to be able to recognise readers 🤗

[not sure if it's too much sprinkle or too little 🙈]

Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex (perhaps, nothing too explicit)

Word count: 1.6K

・✶ ｡ﾟ

Home is with you ⚡️

The dim glow of the porch light greeted him as he plodded towards the front door. Weariness weighed down his steps after the long journey, yet a surge of excitement pulsed through him at the thought of seeing you.

Unlocking the door, Kevin Fiala stepped inside, enveloped by the familiar scent of home that instantly eased his tired soul. Then, there you were in the living room, nestled on the sofa with a book, unaware of his arrival. A gentle smile played on his lips, appreciating the serene sight you presented.

"Hey," Kevin softly called out, his voice carrying traces of both fatigue and yearning, catching your attention as your eyes lit up upon seeing him.

"Darling, you're back!" you exclaimed, setting the book aside and hurrying off the couch to greet him.

Without a word, he embraced you, pulling you close, resting his head against your neck, breathing in the familiar fragrance that comforted him. You reciprocated the hug, feeling the tension slowly ebb away from his weary body.

"I missed you," you whispered, your voice filled with tenderness.

"I missed you more than words can express," Kevin murmured, his hold around you subtly tightening.

You pulled back slightly to gaze at him, cradling his face in your hands. "You look exhausted, baby. Come, sit down," you said gently, guiding him to the sofa and settling him beside you.

Resting against your shoulder, Kevin shut his eyes, savouring the simple joy of being back home with you. "Just being here by your side is all I needed," he admitted, his voice barely audible.

Your comforting touch glided through his hair, easing his restless thoughts. "I'm here for you, always," you assured him, planting a tender kiss on his forehead.

And as he basked in the warmth of your presence and the reassurance of your touch, the fatigue seemed to fade away. The strain of the road trip gradually dissolved into the background, replaced by the serene comfort of being enveloped in your love and concern.

With a grateful exhale, he nestled closer, content to share the moment with you. As nightfall draped the world beyond, both of you found solace in the tranquillity of home, cherishing each other's company in the gentle embrace of the night.

Snuggled up next to you on the couch, Kevin released a weary yet contented sigh. Memories of the away games replayed in his mind - the crowd's cheers, the rush of energy on the ice, and the camaraderie with his teammates.

The road trip had had its highs and lows. The Kings secured victories in the first two games, but faced defeat in the subsequent two; the last one a challenging 4-1 loss against the Rangers. Kevin even received a 10-minute penalty for misconduct, intensifying his frustration about the defeat.

However, amidst the heartfelt excitement, there lingered a mix of disappointment and anticipation. And he longed for nothing more than the tranquillity of home, the comforting familiarity that only your presence could provide.

"You know, it feels good to be back," Kevin murmured, breaking the peaceful silence that surrounded you both.

"It feels good to have you back," you responded softly, intertwining your fingers with his.

As if the weight of the entire week had finally caught up with him, Kevin leaned heavily against you. Your gentle strokes traced soothing circles on his back, creating a rhythmic calm that eased him into a sense of peace. The weariness began to dissipate, replaced by a profound serenity that he found only in your embrace.

"Do you need anything? Water, tea, or just some peace and quiet?" you offered, your voice laced with concern.

"Just you," Kevin replied, his gaze meeting yours, gratitude shining through the fatigue.

A serene smile adorned your lips as you leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, before whispering softly in his ear. “And how do you want me?”

A hint of playful mischief crossed his lips as he contemplated the various ways, he desired to have you. To touch you. To hold you close.

"Perhaps, just the bedroom tonight," his deep voice spoke tenderly, his Swiss accent gently cutting through the air, sending a subtle shiver down your spine.

And in response, you offered him a gentle nod, leaning in to place a tender kiss on his soft lips.

"Bedroom it is then," you smiled, slowly rising from the sofa, and extending your hand for him to take. He acquiesced, allowing you to lead him up the stairs of your spacious house.

Upon reaching your master bedroom, you illuminated the room, adjusting the lights to create a cosy and romantic ambiance, and then swiftly, you felt the strong embrace of your man from behind, his arms enveloping you tightly, planting kisses on the back of your head.

"I've missed your touch," he breathed into your hair.

Turning within his arms, you smirked softly, gently encircling your arms around his neck.

"Well, how about you demonstrate just how much you've missed me."

And with those words, you gave him the green light.

Gently, he leaned down, deepening the kiss with a heightened intensity, relishing your touch. His hands ventured down to your lower back and under your bottom, effortlessly lifting you as your legs wrapped around his hips.

Kevin carefully carried you towards the bed, setting you down tenderly, before he took his time to admire your beautiful features, then placing another tender kiss on your lips.

Softly withdrawing his lips from yours, he trailed butterfly kisses along your jawline and down to the sensitive skin of your neck. There, he lingered for a moment before moving to the other side, showering it with equal attention.

His mouth had a mesmerising effect on you. His touch, his lips, his entire being held you captivated, and willingly, you surrendered yourself to him.

When you first met him in Minnesota, you’d never anticipated falling in love so easily and eventually relocating to Los Angeles less than two years later. However, when he'd first asked you, delivering a heartfelt speech about not wanting to let you go and expressing his struggle with the prospect of his career being a potential barrier, you simply followed your heart and said yes.

So, as he tenderly caressed you with his lips, your body sank into the mattress, allowing him to explore as he pleased because your love for him was profound, and you understood each other so deeply that, in that moment, all you both yearned for was each other.

Then breaking away momentarily, he sat back on his heels, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his very well-defined torso.

You couldn't resist licking your lips seductively as your eyes feasted upon the Swiss man above you, taking in every raw detail, consuming him with your gaze. Then together, you both carefully manoeuvred, shedding the last pieces of clothing.

Kevin couldn't help but admire your stunning set of lacy underwear, his preferred fashion to admire, yet it was also fabric he swiftly needed to discard because the allure of your soft, naked form intrigued him more.

He savoured every inch of your body, tracing a map of familiarity over it, a path he'd never forget despite being away on road trips.

Your heated bodies intertwined as if designed to fit perfectly together, every sweaty part moving in unison, exchanging the endorphins that bound your souls.

The way your core welcomed him so effortlessly, enveloping his considerable length, sent vibrations of arousal through your body, clouding your mind.

Guiding his hips into your warmth, his movements stimulating that incredibly sensitive spot over and over again, and you felt your climax slowly building up to its peak.

Kevin knew he wouldn't last long that night. Being away from your touch for too long, despite managing with phone calls, naughty images, and his own hand, nothing compared to the sensation of your walls tightening around him.

The sounds of your moans and the way your body surrendered to his gentle yet firm thrusts flooded his mind with serotonin and dopamine, urging him closer to release.

"Kev, please," you whimpered, pleasure starting to overwhelm you.

"Ja, baby, come," he exhaled deeply, his husky voice tinged with need.

With each movement, the moment drew nearer, until you surrendered to the intense pleasure, releasing every tense muscle as waves of ecstasy coursed through your body, filling the room with your loud moans.

Your cursing, mingled with Kevin's name, escaped your lips, as your juices coated his member, still sliding in and out with easy.

"I'm gonna…" Kevin panted, increasing his pace, consumed by his own need for release.

With a deep, husky groan, the man above you, buried deep within you, granting you undeniable pleasure, then reached his own climax.

The room was filled with heavy breaths in the aftermath of your intimate moment, a tender sense of romance and closeness lingering between you both.

And following the much needed and passionate lovemaking, Kevin shifted to spoon you, enfolding you in his embrace. His large frame enveloped yours as his arms wrapped around you, planting gentle kisses on your skin.

"I lieb di," he softly whispered into your ear.

"I love you too," you whispered back, turning your head slightly to meet his eyes, using a hand to stroke his dark beard.

"I'm so lucky to always have you to come home to," he added, his voice trembling slightly at the mere thought of not having you here.

Yet, your expression betrayed none of those concerns.

"I'll always be here," you reassured him, allowing your body to meld into his as you shared another heartfelt kiss.

#my asks #🇧🇷#kevin fiala imagine #kevin fiala smut #la kings imagine #nhl hockey imagine #nhl hockey smut

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rayraygo1267 · 2 years ago

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Nathalie is in denial, all like "I just have a deep admiration for Gabriel's drive to rescue Emilie, but it's not romantic" and uses formal distance (like calling him "sir") to maintain that.

Meanwhile, Gabriel is over here like "I am head over heels but she only sees me as a friend oh woe is me", using her formal distance as proof that she doesn't love him.

Adrien drops the "mom" word on Nathalie and she goes into an entire crisis, and lands at "good lord I am smitten".

Nathalie tries to test the waters, and foregoes the "sir" once. Gabriel very much notices and mentally screams, but his resting scowl makes Nathalie think "oh no he don't like that"

Nathalie waits a few days, before giving Gabriel her resignation. "What! Why?" "I'll get in the way of the goal." They get into an argument, and it ends with Natalie shouting "Because I'm in love with you!" which shuts Gabriel up real quick. Nathalie's all like "and it conflicts with your goal; I'll only impede you" and Nathalie's rant is stopped by Gabriel's "I'm in love with you, too."

long story short they are very in love. keep doing what you're doing. you're doing the entire gabenath fandom the biggest service. you're amazing

Another Gabenath Fanfiction

Note: I just wanna start off by saying I absolutely love this idea and thank you for the kind words and the suggestion! ❤️❤️ ❤️

Also I want to apologize for how long this took me. This was originally going to be released in full, but I realized the story was becoming a little too lengthy so I decided to release this in chapter increments instead. So there will be more chapters continuing on from this one!

Rated: T

Warnings: minor language

Word Count: 1,624

Title: Admiration in Disguise

Chapter One

“I really am sorry sir,” Nathalie’s voice was hoarse, her chest filled with sappy fluid. Gabriel sat at her bedside, his brows creased in what seemed to be a permanent worried line.

“Don’t apologize Nathalie,” he murmured, his eyes downcast, “It is I who should be apologizing to you.”

Nathalie frowned, though she couldn’t find the strength to protest. Their most recent battle against Ladybug and Chat Noir had not been the least bit fruitful. Their plan seemed to misfire at every turn and it was all Nathalie’s doing. If she wasn’t so effortlessly fragile then their chances of defeating the elusive bug and her pesky cat would be much more promising.

“Here. Drink,” Gabriel held out a glass to Nathalie, pulling her from her thoughts. His grip on the cup was firm, unlike her own, which seemed to only tremble.

The condensation of the cup felt cool against the tip of her lips, water sprouting on her tongue, though some tiny droplets did manage to slide down her chin. In a moment Gabriel had a cloth ready to capture the excess moisture. Nathalie observed him carefully, as his fingers and the cloth shrouded around the sides of her face.

“Sorry,” she choked out once more.

Gabriel chuckled, though it held no amount of humor.

“Look at yourself, Nathalie. Look at what I’ve done to you.”

Nathalie’s expression softened, “Sir—”

Gabriel raised a hand, qwelling her words, “I’ve been selfish, Nath. Your sickness has only been intensifying and I can’t help but blame myself.”

Nathalie grimaced, slowly inching herself closer to Gabriel, the duvet the only thing separating them. Gabriel took Nathalie’s hands in his own, his chest seizing at the feeling of the coolness in her fingers.

“This isn’t your fault sir. I’m fully aware of the risks I’m taking. You know I want nothing more than to help you,” Nathalie assured, her voice full of sincerity. She squeezed Gabriel’s hands, though her muscles were numb.

Gabriel stared at her, his blue eyes reflecting into her own, “I appreciate that, but I can’t keep putting you through this. I’m practically killing you.”

“You’re not—-” as if summoned, her ailment made its presence known, as one of her coughing fits started up again.

“Nathalie!” Gabriel shrilled, his urgent concern dripping like sap from a tree as he rested his hands upon her shoulders, his fingers pressing into her back.

After what felt close to a millennium, Nathalie’s coughing spell ceased, though she was left gasping for air.

“You see Nathalie. This is exactly what I’m talking about,” he murmured gravely, taking a lock of her scarlet red streaks, pushing it neatly behind her ear. Nathalie’s eyes widened at the feeling of Gabriel’s hand on her cheek, his skin akin to a gentle inferno.

“I promise you that I am perfectly alright sir.” Nathalie breathed, “You can’t let your concern for me distract you from your goal — from Emilie.”

Gabriel sighed, his expression contorting, “Emilie wouldn’t want you to suffer like this.”

Nathalie huffed, a wave of exasperation igniting in her core, “But what about Adrien sir? He needs his mother—”

“What Adrien needs is stability. He’s already suffered the burden of losing his mother; we cannot let him lose you too,” Gabriel said, his determination unwavering accompanied by his steely gaze.

Adrien.

Just the mere thought of the young boy’s name consumed Nathalie with an unmatched guilt. She would never want to do anything that would cause the boy harm. Nathalie sucked in a breath, her expression solemn.

“You are his family and this family will always come first,” Gabriel affirmed, dropping two capsules of cough-drop pills into Nathalie’s palm. The pills seemed to carry a weight to them or perhaps that was just Nathalie’s perception of them compared to Gabriel’s hand, which felt light and smooth. Gabriel held up the glass of water to Nathalie’s lips again as she swallowed the pills, her eyes closing as she did so.

“Thank you sir.”

“No, thank you Nathalie,” Gabriel said earnestly, his hand tucking underneath her chin.

Nathalie observed as Gabriel’s eyes glazed over. He held a look that Nathalie could not put a name to — soft but driven and yet still something hidden underneath. Nathalie could sense how her breathing became thicker, a flutter coiling down into her stomach.

Gabriel blinked, his focus clearing, “Rest now Nathalie. I’ll have Adrien bring you your dinner.”

Nathalie couldn’t bring herself to speak, her voice trapped in her throat, “Yes, sir.”

“Ooh-la-la! Miss Nathalie!”

Nathalie startled, a gasp catching momentarily in her throat as her hand flew to her chest.

"Duusu!" She scolded, her heart still pulsating from the abrupt scare.

"Sorry Miss Nathalie!" Duusu singsonged, flying over to hover above her owner’s shoulder.

Nathalie let out a strained chuckled, though it sent a poignant sting revving down her throat.

“What’s the matter Duusu? Couldn’t find a more creative way to say hello?” Nathalie teased whilst moving to pull her laptop shut.

Duusu giggled, her voice ringing high like chimes, “What are you working on, Miss Nathalie?” Her curiosity was evident in the way her wide eyes peered inquisitively at the reflection of the computer screen.

Nathalie’s cheeks flushed with color, a rim of anxiety shooting down her spine.

“It’s nothing Duusu — just organizing some files.”

In the next moment, Duusu let out a melodramatic wail, accompanied by vigorous arm flapping.

“But Miss Nathalie! Mister Gabriel insisted that you rest!”

Nathalie sighed, realizing that she wasn't going to be able to reason with the little overly persistent kwami, despite the fact that she had been indeed ‘resting’ for she had taken to her work in her bedroom.

“You and I both know how desperately Gabriel needs the miraculous to bring Emilie back and I want nothing more than to help him but… she paused, a wave of dizziness washing over her, a painful reminder of the very thing she was trying so hard to overcome, “my illness is the very thing that is holding him back and I can’t do that, not when his intentions are so pure. I refuse to be his undoing, much less the catalyst in his downfall.”

Another wail escaped Duusu once more, along with even more intensified arm flailing.

“But Miss Nathalie! Mister Gabriel doesn’t want you to get sick like Miss Emilie!”

A tender smile played on Nathalie lips at Duusu’s caring nature, as she extended her cupped hands towards the kwami.

"I'm not Emilie, Duusu. I'm Gabriel's assistant. It's my job to assist him."

"But you're more than that–you’re family! Mister Gabriel said so!" Duusu argued.

"Adrien's family," Nathalie corrected.

Duusu wailed again, "But Mister Gabriel cares about you too!”

Nathalie huffed, her heartbeat stuttering. She could feel a tiny bead of warmth spread throughout her chest, though that was mostly cloaked by her astonishment at Duusu’s ramifications.

“I…Well…I am his assistant so I’m sure he cares about me to some extent.”

Duusu whined, her crests swaying back and forth, “But don’t you care about him too Miss Nathalie?”

Nathalie’s muscles clenched, that familiar warmth returning to her core, “He’s my boss Duusu so yes, of course I care about him but only in that of a professional capacity.”

“But—” Duusu started, her entire body convulsing with protest before being abruptly cut off by Nathalie.

“Are you trying to suggest something Duusu?” Nathalie snapped, arms folded.

She honestly didn't like being this harsh with Duusu, but she didn't like what the kwami was trying to imply either.

"He is my boss and I am his assistant—that is all," Nathalie reiterated with as much conviction as she could.

Duusu stayed silent for a moment, mumbling and buzzing about to herself until she piped up, "But are you sure, Miss Nathalie? I think Mister Gabriel wants to get closer to you. He even told you not to call him 'sir' anymore."

The kwami wasn't wrong. Gabriel had indeed made that request multiple times, and recently he'd urged her to address him by his first name in front of Adrien, which had certainly taken her aback, to say the very least.

Nathalie bit her lip, her hands clanging together, “We’ve known each other for quite some time Duusu but the fact still remains — I am his employee. It would be impolite of me to address him in any other manner."

Duusu giggled, "I don't know Miss Nathalie. I think Mister Gabriel has feelings for you."

Nathalie’s head snapped up, a tingling sense of bewilderment coursing through her veins.

“Enough Duusu!” she hissed sharply.

Duusu’s laughter halted abruptly, a whimper chiding from her, "I’m sorry Miss Nathalie."

Regret clawed at Nathalie's heart as she watched Duusu sulk away to turn in for the night — her desire to call her back and her desire to hold her ground conflicting. She hadn't meant to hurt Duusu's feelings, but she had to shut the kwami down.

She couldn’t have Duusu going around with such speculations, especially when there was no truth to them. Sure, she cared for the man and did hold quite a deep respect for him, but who wouldn’t? Gabriel’s intentions were beyond the most noble. His ambition and utter devotion to Emilie was remarkable — truly admirable.

Gabriel always put his love for Emilie above all else and Nathalie wished with all her being that she could say the same, for Emilie had once been one of her closest companions. And Gabriel, despite his cold exterior, had a heart of gold — a heart that didn’t deserve the heartbreak it had suffered.

Nathalie wanted nothing more than to see Gabriel smile again, for his joy evoked something in her, something akin to a euphoric bliss.

Nathalie would ensure Gabriel’s success, even if she died in the process.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope everyone enjoyed this first chapter of Admiration in Disguise! I promise I'll have chapter two out as soon as possible! Also, if anyone has any more Gabenath fanfic ideas please don't hesitate to send them my way!

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333creolelady · 1 year ago

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Fanfictions are something wonderful. We often consume them quickly, just because a character attaches itself to our imagination and decides not to go away. In most cases they are rushed readings, stolen scenes, absurd contexts and that's fine anyway. Small pleasures for small moments.

Other times they become something more: adventures, alternative universes to hide in, better than the original, sagas, life stories. I read all the time, anything, because I always find something good somewhere, but every now and then, unfortunately very few times, happen to me to read something that really captures my imagination. I didn't read LOTBB since day one, but once I started it I couldn't stop. It's special, in that special way that certain stories have to keep you in suspense and get inside your mind. It's well written, well planned, it's not what you usually read but what really attracts me is what's behind it, what you let people understand, what you don't write, that special thread between reader and writer. I won't tell you that you're doing an amazing job, I won't tell you that you deserve more attention than you get, even if it's all true. I'll just say thank you because you give me something special every time.

Wow, this is one of the most thoughtful commentaries I’ve read about any of my works. I’m so grateful that you’ve been able to pick up on the nuisances and small details that make up this story that sometimes become ignored by others. It’s every writers dream to be able to know that all of the emotions that they’ve hoped to relay in their story has shined through clearly. I was smiling this morning while making my coffee as I read this, it really made my week! I’m so happy that you were able to extract something from this story. About a week or two ago, I saw one of your comments on my friend’s work and I told her that I wanted you to read my work because I felt that with your attention to detail, you’d really get the big picture. My wish has come true 💙. This work was a labor of love for me. I worked on it for a year and a half before I posted it. I wanted to be respectful to Samoan culture and Jane’s perspective as people living in this perilous time period (1700’s- mid 1800’s). The story has some harshness to it that I wasn’t sure would go over well with everyone. Thankyou for remaining open and receptive to the story. Your support is cherished. ❤️

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yichens · 2 years ago

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omg ik I'm very late but first of all CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR MILESTONE VISHI 🌹🎉😍✨🥺❤️🥳💕🥰💖😘 and i hope the prompts are still open lol.

i'm not sure if you're watching My School President, but i feel it's OST song Come Closer by Ford Arun would fit perfectly on PatPran.

I long for your words, whispering those sweet words

If you only knew when I first saw you

You’re all I dreamed of, my heart skips a beat when you’re near

When you’re by my side, when you look into my eyes

A little closer, please come a bit closer

To hear my love

do what you will with this 💌

feels fitting that the way you were "late" (never my dear, never), i am horribly late with responding to this prompt too. i am so very sorry. i hope this was worth the long wait ♥

here's what became of this one

it so happens that back when i received your prompt, i hadn't watched my school president yet. i wasn't planning on watching it but i finally did before the last episode aired. it was... god that show was wonderful. it was so good and sweet and warm in so many ways. the songs were amazing. and it was a joy to use the most stunning one for this edit ♥

(my only grievance is that i didn't get t capture the prom night-glimmer everywhere-stars in the sky and in your eyes-everything is magic -feeling this would've deserved. but maybe next time?)

i did struggle with the edit tho :'D mimi @dimpledpran can tell you how much i whined about making this (it was BAD). between working and studying, i already had only slim moments to work on this one and then hit a huge editing block for some reason. i didn't feel... inspired. which was horrible for me bc i am always inspired! it's like my curse. but anyway.

(i don't mean my lack of inspiration was bc of this prompt btw. or bc of the show choice or bc of patpran. it just... happened. ugh.)

i struggled with the layout the most and the typo and its placement. everything felt like i had already done it or someone else had done it better. but i got over it, eventually. it was a journey with a lot of blood, sweat, and tears. especially tears. at least i didn't throw my laptop out the window or anything.

but! am still going to end this by saying that i thank you for this edit and allowing me to do this! i still had fun. i feel better now while looking at this.

love you, vi ♥ have a wonderful rest of your week!

#thank you so much ♥#am happy to finally give this to you

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yararts-stash · 7 months ago

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What a fantastic piece once again girl!! I'm glad you're getting praised for it because your brilliant writing really deserves it ❤️🫶🌹 And once again thank you SOOO much for the mention! It always means so much 🫂❤️

I have to admit, while I may not be familiar with all the figures and details referenced here, the emotions you’ve portrayed, the loss, grief, and the emptiness left in the aftermath of battle come through so clearly. You’ve captured these feelings beautifully, and despite not knowing everything, I still have a vivid sense of what’s happening.

I especially love how you delved into the aftermath of Achilles' revenge. You’ve portrayed such a raw and realistic emotion, the emptiness that lingers after vengeance is taken. Because no matter how much blood is spilled, the one he’s lost remain gone. The way you depicted Achilles’ heartbreak, his yearning for the loved one that can never return is so powerful.

The way you described his sense of emptiness is truly devastating. That feeling of nothingness is one of the hardest to bear, and you conveyed it with such depth! I also love the contrast between his feelings for the slave woman he left behind and the overwhelming grief for Patroclus. And it's also very touching that this feeling of him as his other half could be interpreted as both romantic (with the symbolisms of the empty cold bed and more) and as profound brotherly lovee, both extremely meaningful and absolutely crushing for Achilles at this moment. You also showed the pain of him not being there for Patroclus death quite well. As well as his guilt for not crying for his wife and son in contrast to that which it's so tragic!

The scene where Achilles pleads at Patroclus’ urn was especially gut-wrenching. His desperation in offering up his reasons as if striking a bargain, despite knowing it’s hopeless... It shows how his mind is completely under the grief at this point...

Achilles’ interaction with Antilochus was incredibly touching. The tenderness between them, the way Antilochus calls him back to reason with such affection is beautiful. The embrace, the gentle way he wipes away Achilles' tears, and even his soft plea for Achilles to be there for him… it’s all so sweet. You showed their closeness in such a tender way, and it was especially moving to see how Achilles was pulled from his despair when he realized Antilochus could be lost too. The moment Achilles' protective instinct kicked in was so well done!

Their connection by the prophecy of death is so tragic tho... but still so meaningful! I always find it profound when a character’s will to live is reignited because of their care for someone else. Here, it’s all the more tragic because both Achilles and Antilochus are staring at their own potential deaths. Yet, their shared vulnerability and need for one another’s presence give this scene so much emotional depth!

Completely unrelated, but Achilles’ plea to Antilochus really reminded me of Caleb begging Dilla to stay, and their reconnection after years apart. It struck me with the same vibe!

Love the short scene with Odysseus at the end as well! His desperation to return home after years of war, mixed with the uncertainty of Achilles’ mental state despite the death of the strongest warrior of the enemy... It’s bittersweet and so very human.

Your attention to detail really shines through too. The way you mention older characters like Nestor feeling the cold more deeply adds a great touch of realism! You are so good with such charming little details!

And you end up with a very nice duality as well! Achilles’ regained spirits is contrasted by Nestor’s look of grim reality, reminding Odysseus that while the young fight and die, the old are left to mourn and witness the fading of their legacies...

Once again amazing girl! Another powerful moment described so well really fantastic work!! ❤️❤️❤️

The Lament of a Life (Achilles and Antilochus short songfic)

If someone asks me how the lament of Achilles looks like my answer would be the amazing aria with music composed by Vivaldi:

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The lyrics go on a repeat like this:

So today is a bit chilly and so I was inspired by this amazing song and made this! (Sorry itis a random inspiration I had this morning from this piece thus the title "song-fic")

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His eyelids were heavy. He didn’t feel like getting up anymore. His bed seemed cold and inhospitable and yet he didn’t feel like moving out of it. His eyes opened slowly and looked to the side. It was empty. He looked outside his tent. Also empty. There was nothing left; he didn’t have the subject of his revenge anymore; he had given it back. Hector’s body was buried and celebrated. His revenge had come to an end. And yet, he felt empty. Nothing mattered. Achilles, the Best and Noblest of all the Greeks was no longer feeling anything mattered. What would it matter now that the subject of his vengeance was gone, if the subject of all the affections he could offer to a human being was also gone? His soul was in turmoil throughout the process. He thought on Briseis, the woman that he felt so strongly for; merely a slave and yet so important for him, had started this domino of reactions which led him to the strike; his refusal to fight. Then his refusal led to this terrible result; the death of his other half. The flame that flickered inside him was gone, the moment Patroclus’s eyes turned glassy from death and he wasn’t even there. During Patroclus’s last moments…he wasn’t there! He remembered his wife; a woman he barely knew and yet she gave him a son, a son he adored despite his young years, a son that he never knew and a son that never knew him back. He could be lamenting for them; they wouldn’t see him again possibly. Given the prophecy, he was to die in war. Possibly neither his wife nor his son, were included in the prophecy. He should be crying for them. He should be crying for the people that were around him and yet…he was feeling weak; unwilling to even get out of his bed and eat because of… He slowly forced himself to sit up and he looked at the magnificent urn with two handles that was always within eye gaze from him. The intricate patterns were cold; just like his bed that could not give him warmth.

“Come back…” he whispered in a voice chocked deep in his throat

Tears oozed out of his sea-blue eyes; his throat burning anew.

“I did what you asked…I offered you a burial…come back…! Please…come back to me!”

His hand was shaking as it was reaching for the cold, golden urn; his other fixing the covers upon his naked chest, in a vain attempt to generate some warmth within.

“Please…” he whispered again, “Come back…!”

“Achilles…”

The young and soft voice didn’t surprise him neither made him react. Antilochus was standing right behind him, undoubtedly had entered his tent a little while prior, enough to hear his foolish and childish lament.

“He won’t come back…” the young man said as a matter of fact, “You offered him a burial. He is in the land of Hades now… He will not come back”

More tears arose from Achilles’s eyes as he clasped desperately the covers against his chest; his face buried to the pocket created by them as if his own eyes wanted to confirm what hurt so much was indeed the organ that was pumping his blood, giving him life inside. Yes, he knew. His cut hair was also a proof of that but hearing it again was somehow destroying that foolish illusion that if he begged hard enough, goddess Persephone would have mercy and send back Patroclus to him; his soul to talk to or at least restore his body to hold one more time…

“Soul of my soul…” he mumbled in lament, “My dear as my own heart…”

“Shh…” Antilochus whispered in tears, hugging his shoulders affectionately, “I know… I know… Please don’t do this to yourself… I know it hurts but…he’s gone… No matter what you do…how much you melt…he won’t come back…”

“Heart of my heart…” Achilles lamented again, “I want him back…! I want him to come back…”

“I know…” Antilochus said again, caressing his golden locks with his hands

Achilles seemed almost aged at that point in his sorrow. Antilochus almost felt tempted to look for white hairs in his golden head.

“And I am sorry that I cannot offer you any consolation… Forgive me. I am not him; I cannot take your sorrow away…”

Antilochus softly raised Achilles’s head, cupping his cheeks and making him look deep in the eyes. He moped the tears from his cheekbones with his thumbs.

“I know I am young and foolish…but, please, take one bit of advice from me; stop looking at it! Stop looking at that urn! It will only hurt you more… You need to come back to us too…we need you…”

He looked away.

“I need you…” he whispered shyly, “You are my hero, my idol… I need you back, strong and healthy…maybe some of your previous happiness back… Please…please my dear…we all need you. Above all I do…”

Achilles looked at him and for one moment he looked like a hurt animal facing the peasant that had released him from the hunter’s trap. However then he laughed; it was a dry, humorless, lamenting laugh.

“Don’t be foolish!” he said self-pettily, “No one shall need me! I shall die! I know I will!”

“Don’t talk like that!”

“You can’t deny it, Antilochus! I know it to be true! It was predicted for me! I will die! I will die in this war! My mother told me someday I would die in this war if I decided to fight! I shall never go home! I shall never see my wife and son! I will die now! I know I will and I don’t care! Nothing matters anymore!”

“Don’t say that!” Antilochus retorted again

“I know the truth” Achilles insisted, “I decided it for myself. I know what my fate is! That urn Im staring is waiting for me! I am to die!”

Antilochus looked away. He seemed hesitant; his arm rubbing his upper arm as if he was about to make that confession no one has heard before.

“I’ll tell you a secret…” he whispered, “So am I…”

Achilles seemed surprised and shocked for the first time in that conversation. Suddenly the lament gone; now there was fear in his eyes. Fear for yet another loss.

“My father was hiding it…but I overheard him. An oracle once told him to beware of an Ethiopian. At first I didn’t know…but my father tried to hide it from me. I know now that I am to die somehow by someone from a foreign land… Maybe today maybe tomorrow maybe here maybe at home… I know though that I will die like this…and…”

He swallowed and looked back at Achilles. The elder man gasped seeing tears to Antilochus’s eyes.

“…And I am scared! I am scared, Achilles! I don’t want to tell my father that for he would be ashamed of me and my cowardice but…I am scared! How can you take it, Achilles? How can you live knowing that you will die…?”

“Antilochus…”

Antilochus quickly mopped his own tears, sniffing his nose, trying to find his composure.

“I’m sorry…” he mumbled, “I don’t know what came into me! I just…”

He sighed.

“We need you back” he finally repeated, “You are our strength and our courage. When you are out there we are afraid of nothing!”

“Antilochus!”

And Achilles did something the younger prince never expected; he embraced him.

“Antilochus, dear to my heart…don’t say such things please. Don’t you say that you will die! I will not let you! I…I will protect you!”

“You…you will…?”

“I will!”

Achilles kissed the top of his head and held him close. Maybe for the first time in weeks he didn’t think of death and burials. Right now he was lamenting a life; this young man who was there apparently sharing his pain and fate. No, he wouldn’t see yet another young person close to him die before him in battle!

“I will protect you! I will not let anything happen to you I promise!”

The two men remained there for quite some time, neither wanted to count the time. It was a shared lament for their short lives; a lament that was different than the one for the dead souls. Who would die first? If both of them were destined to die in the war against Troy, who would die first and who would watch the other die? Neither wanted to be the last. Neither wanted to see the other die. What weird and sad fate! Achilles was almost rocking the youth in his arms so worried of his upcoming death while he was almost welcoming his at that point; oftentimes kissing tenderly his temple. Antilochus was trying to evoke some of his warmth to Achilles for he was afraid for his upcoming death; his welcoming of it. He didn’t want to hear fate yet alone his willingness to accept it. It was a weird way to connect that autumn morning. And yet he felt that at least Achilles might have found a reason to postpone his will to die. Antilochus broke the embrace first, standing up.

“Look at us!” he chuckled softly, “Looking like children playing at the gymnasium like this! We have a war to fight! I am sorry…I took your personal time, my lord Achilles…”

“Wait!” Achilles’s voice made him stop, “Stay…please…”

It was a request; a pleading.

“Please stay with me longer…” he almost seemed worried, afraid

“Are you afraid of the dark and shadows?”

“Yes…” Achilles admitted, “More like those inside my heart… Please stay a bit longer…”

Antilochus smiled softly.

“Of course, my lord…” he whispered, “I would be delighted”

Outside the tents, the Greeks were already preparing for the events of the day. The kings were to negotiate their next step again given how the mourning period for Hector was over, how the killings would start anew. It was a sad prospect and they knew their own forces wouldn’t last long. The spies were also informing them on movement on Troy’s part to call upon more allies to arrive to the battlefield. Odysseus was thinking all this as he pranced about the camp. He blew some warm air to his freezing fingers. Autumn was in for good. Soon winter would arrive again.

“Yet another year to the foot of Troy…” he thought miserably, “Yet another year away from our homes…for the sakes of this war…”

He was also worried on Achilles. That last lament period shocked everyone. Achilles had just collapsed and then turned into blind rage. People were afraid on his sanity; that his mind would break. An out of control Achilles was much more dangerous than they would have thought. And their army needed their support. Before the Trojans had Hector to even the odds. Now their strongest warrior was gone. It would be their chance to have higher spirits and yet they didn’t. Achilles was a mess. Once more they seemed to square one… He could only hope he would snap out of his grief enough to fight. His gloomy thoughts were interrupted when he saw old Nestor. Nestor was suffering more than the rest of them from the cold; he had a bear skin over his shoulders to keep his old bones warmer and yet he refused to stand back. Odysseus smiled.

“Good morning, my friend” he said

“Good morning” Nestor replied, “It turned chilly!”

“Yeah…” Odysseus agreed, “Sometimes I envy the young!”

“Speaking of which…my son left the tent earlier this morning. He said he wanted to check on Achilles and I didn’t hear from him since. Have you seen him?”

“No” Odysseus replied thoughtfully, “But I was heading there myself to check on things. Maybe he is still there”

As if on a queue they heard light laughter coming from the direction where the Myrdmidons had camped. The distinct, clear laughter from Achilles made a small smile creep to Odysseus’s lips.

“It’s the first time I hear him laugh in weeks…” he sounded almost hopeful, “Your son is a miracle-worker!”

Nestor smiled back.

“He is…” he whispered thoughtfully, “He is…”

Odysseus’s smile dropped when he saw a shadow in Nestor’s eyes. He didn’t need to ask to know there was something ominous hanging over the two youths.

Yet another time he looked at the cloudy, gray sky and wondered to Athena how all that was even justified…if the youth were to perish and all the others would live…

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So yeah...Achilles being depressed and Antilochus giving some consolation! TT_TT Achilles hoped to see Patroclus's ghost again (which is what inspired me from that amazing Aria as well!)

Also I wondered if Antilochus knew the warning Nestor got to "beware of an Ethiopian" if he would know or sense the warning was for himself instead of his father...what if he feared it all along...maybe that would be the connection with Achilles!

Set after the mourning period of Hector! As you can see I kept it a bit "homeric" in the essence that I love tenderness in his writing and then leave it unravel!

a small thanking thing in a way too for @smokey07 for honoring me with a mention! Anoher thankng for @h0bg0blin-meat for his sketch to one of my silly headcanons about Achilles and Patroclus! Still makes me giggle my friend!

Also I want you guys check out my brilliant friend's art and mentions on our characters trust me you won't regret it! Many parallels of the epic cycle were added unconsciously to our story! Hahahaha! @artsofmetamoor

My analysis on Achilles and Patroclus can be found here

Antilochus needed some love too there! Hehehe others write scary stories for October but I was like "nope I shall mention ghosts in angst!"

#greek mythology #the odyssey #writhing

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v3nusxsky · 2 years ago

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Hello, do you still take requests?

If yes, I would like to request of Lady Lesso x reader, where reader is a teacher in the school for good and a retired knight (I have a thing for that kind of stuff sorry (TwT') ). If it possible, in that scenario, Lesso and reader were childhood friends and are now lovers. Lesso and reader are sharing an intimate moment and reader is ashamed of their body full of scars, thinking they are fat and Lesso just reassuring them, praising them.

I absolutely love your writing and I also find comfort in them. And I would love if you could write about that, as finding yourself beautiful is a difficult task sometimes.😓

P.S: You're doing an amazing job, and once again, I love your work! ❤️❤️

Hello my darling, I am most certainly taking requests and instantly fell in love with this prompt. So thank you for sending it in <3 I’m glad you enjoy my writing I tried my best to capture the insecurities r would face as I’m no stranger to those insecurities myself. Thank you for your kinda words. Remember darlings you’re all so uniquely beautiful <3

My beautiful knight

*Authors note~ loving these prompts guys it's giving me so much creative freedom and it's all down to your ideas. The motivation you guys give me is crazy. Helps that lesso is amazing to write for. All of the support is so touching and I'm so glad to have you all here with me for these. Read on doves*

Trigger warnings~ scars

Prompt~ see the ask <3

Lady Leonora Lesso. The Dean of the very school she went to. You couldn't be prouder of the women she has become. After all, you were the only constant person in her life, the one that stayed through everything and more. You saw Lesso go through the whole Rafal thing, the trauma of her past life in Gavaldon and some of the harshest punishments imaginable. You'd been there for it all. Despite the fact you were in different sides. Good and Evil. A perfect miss match of harmony. You quickly became the best of friends, supporting each other in anyway possible. She was actually the one who encouraged you with your dream of becoming a white night. After all she saw your potential, they form you had the strict way you would conduct yourself all screamed out "knight" and that is why when the opportunity came she encouraged you to take it with a heavy heart.

You were due to leave a week after graduation, to be a knight for Queen Athena, and personal guard for her daughter Isadora Saige. Although you knew you were extremely fortunate to be granted such an amazing opportunity you couldn't help but feel the sadness at leaving her. See Nora, only you were given the privilege to call her this, had been offered a job as the new dean of evil. Obviously she had to take it, it was a dream she had since arriving here and you couldn't be prouder of her. Your crush on her had only grown with the years you had spent building friendship despite your differences.

That is why before you left for Queen Athena's dark palace, you had planned a special trip for yourself and Nora. You readily set up a basket of all the favourite foods you knew she loved and some of your own, laying a blanket down just outside the gardens overlooking the fountain. You even had a few decorative pillows to make it look pretty. Then you had instructed Lesso to meet you here just before sundown. Now the time was approaching you nerves were growing. Why had you waited so long to tell her? What if she hated you after? What if she didn't even feel the same for you? What if she did? God this was so hard.

You saw her fiery mane rounding the corner to meet you at the exact destination you had planned. The nervous bubbled away within as you carefully watched her reactions. The smile that graced her gorgeous lips was worth every moment of stress. She quickly schooled that into a face of indifference. You knew that she would succeed in her new role and couldn't wait to see her grow into the amazing women you knew she was. You decided to ask her to be yours as the sun was setting. Nervously you rambled out a little speech about how much she means to you and how long you've loved her from afar. You knew this would be difficult but you wanted her to be yours. You knew Evers and Nevers shouldn't be together but what is life without a little shade of grey? You shared your first kiss under the moonlight surrounded by the shining stars in the sky. It was perfect and everything you had ever dreamed of and more.

The day you left had been hard, you saw how it broke her heart despite the facade she put on. You promised to write, and you promised to love her forever and always. With a lingering kiss to her lips you set off on your journey to be the knight she knew you could be. You did write. And so did she. Those letters were your everything. Everyone at the palace, even the Queen, knew those were important and should be passed on to you immediately. You saved every single one, keeping them for the bad days. You drew strength from her words, loving hearing that she was flourishing at her job. Just as you knew she would. You missed one another terribly but all you could do is wish to reunite soon. You had pledged your services to Queen Athena and as a knight you had to honour your word. So the day she released you due to an injury on the battlefield, you could've sobbed with happiness. Being a knight has been everything you ever dreamed it could be. But your heart craved your home. The women who you'd missed terribly for years.

Immediately you reached out to your old friend Clarissa, who just so happened to be your loves counterpart. You explained the situation and asked to become the teacher for defence, which Lesso had informed you had opened up. Clarissa jumped at the chance to accept your offer, immediately arranging for your return. She followed every thing you said including hiding your arrival from your lover. You received letters from Lesso explaining her frustration at the secrecy being displayed. You couldn't help but giggle at her frustration, still the same Nora you left all those years ago.

You were escorted by the Queen and Princess themselves as a thank you for all your service over the years. You couldn't help but feel nervous at returning to the school, seeing your old friends but also Nora. Although you wrote letters you hadn't seen her in years, what if she doesn't like you now you had seen true combat? The things you experienced scaring you in multiple ways, what if Nora decides your too much? Not perfect enough? What Ever is covered in scars?

Queen Athena and Dora as you had been allowed to call her decided on a tour of the school grounds, one that Clarissa happily provided. You immediately set off to find your girlfriend with the blessing of the royals. Dovey started the tour on the side for Evers giving you some time to reunite with your lover. Effortlessly, you climbed the stairs to your lovers office and peaked around her door. It was unsurprising to you that she was working diligently on paper work with her cane resting against the desk. Of course Lesso had told you about the incident that had her now using the cane. Naturally she didn't see the serious sides of it only stating the cane looked badass and added to be evil vibe.

She was so engrossed with her work you easily slipped into the room and behind her chair. You reached your hands around to hug her causing a very irritated huff to fall from her lips as she turned to reprimand this action. All threats dying in her throat when she laid eyes on you, in your active knight attire that was your amour. After all you still had her to be released from your oath. That was all it took for the women to drop her cane and throw herself into your awaiting embrace, practically knocking the wind from your lungs. "Hey you" you whispered your hot breath tickling her forehead as you held her swaying lightly. She was quick to hide her face in your neck breathing in the scent she had missed so much and you would be lying if you said you hadn't missed holding her in your arms. A happy sigh filling the room at the thought, this was life now.

You held her in your arms for a few minutes before your private moment was interrupted by Dovey and the royals. A gasp leaving Dora as she took in the sight of your lover. Queen Athena stood with her regal poise and signature smirk, taking in the scene in front of her. You really were her prized knight, her very best and to see you with your love truly warmed her blackened heart. After all the way you described the women was similar to how the queen saw herself. After a few interactions and praises of what a good knight you were, the queen released you of all duties and the oath you had taken all those years ago, in front of Dovey and Lesso so they would know you were no longer sworn in. This was actually something you'd requested for Athena to do. Isadora sobbed into her mothers shoulder as the carriage was driven away. As much as they would hold a place in your heart you were glad to be home. Not the school but the fiery red headed women stood gripping your arm as if you'd disappear.

An immediate assembly was called and you were introduced as the new professor of defensive arts. Your classes would be joined as we most these days. The students seemed to be fascinated by the fact they'd have a retired knight for a professor. Some even daring to ask questions about the Queen you served for. Obviously you answered the best you could while remaining carful of Athena's reputation but trying to remain truthful. Truthfully Queen Athena wasn't awful at all, in fact you enjoyed the privilege to serve her. But now all you wished was to be on your lovers arms.

When the assembly ended, Lesso lead you to her sleeping quarters happy to see your stuff had been placed in there. As soon as the door was shut she was scolding you for not telling her, you could tell she had actually loved her surprise this was just for a show of dominance. One thing Lesso didn't count on is how willing you'd be to submit to her. In fact you had her sit on the bed and knelt before her, swearing in an oath to always love support and cherish her. That was what choked up the dean with tears and she pulled you into a bone crushing hug forgetting her leg until the amour clunked against it causing a pained whimper. Apologies were flowing freely, you haven't meant to hurt her you just wished for a cuddle.

You began to strip the armour off piece by piece gently placing it against the ground until you were left in just underwear. You could feel the gaze raking over your body, taking in every mark and scar. There were loads of them in different stages of healing. You kept your gaze downcast, embarrassed and waiting for a response at seeing just how hideous you believed yourself to be. You continued to wait as Lesso greedily drank in your form, eyes roaming over every inch of skin on display. Unbeknownst to you she longed to trace the scars with her fingers and eventually her tongue, feeling the rough edges. The longer it went on the more anxious you became, your own mind convincing you that Nora was disgusted by you. It was the only logical explanation for her long pause while she took you in.

To say you were startled when she threw herself at you once more hands instantly tracing the scaring lips attacking yours with a passion that caused you to moan into her mouth. Soon enough you had made your way to her bed where she laid you down and made sure to kiss every scar no matter how big or small and remind you that you were safe with her and she loved you no matter what. You were and always would be her big brave white knight. You were still breathtakingly gorgeous no amount of scaring could change that, especially the beauty within.

Only when lesso had lavished you with kisses and kind words for every scar did she pull back up to full height, feeling the burn in her leg and noticing the tears streaming silently down your cheeks. "Oh my love? What's wrong?" She hummed concerned gathering you in her arms whilst wrapping you in a blanket to keep you warm. You just broke there in her arms, and she held you as you cried. Only when you had calmed down were you able to thank her. For encouraging you to follow your dream and waiting for you to come home to her. Never to leave her side again.

Word count ~ 2210

#fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #leonora carrington #lady lesso x you #charlize theron #asks #ask response #thanks for the ask!#keep the asks coming #asks are always appreciated

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veroramona · 2 years ago

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Please Hermes and human female reader Thank you flower(/^-^)/🌼❤️

A/N: Of course! Here you go! And thank you so much for the flower! Have a cookie 🍪 <3 Also, I apologize for letting you wait for so long. I hope it was worth the wait! <3

Summary: Hermes with a human afab!reader

Warnings: None, just pure fluff! (Also, not proofread! If you find mistakes, please let me know!)

Tagging @http-rae, @hornyf0ckers and @lololagni <3

He's a God. He has existed for thousands of years, witnessed so many events in human history, seen and met so many people. And yet, he has never fallen for anyone. No one has piqued his interest... until you came along. Who would have thought that Hermes would fall for a human? For such a weak and fragile creature?

What is it that makes him want to pursue you, anyway? Is it your wonderful smile? The way your eyes bright up whenever you talk to him? Or is it the excitement in your voice whenever you tell him about your interests? How you always run up to him when you spot him?

Whatever it is, you have made him fall for you. And not just a little, no, he is head over heels for you. You, a simple human, have captured his heart. But he won't complain. You make his life shine brighter. The world seems a little less dull with you by his side.

He can't stop looking at you. He can't stop touching you. His hand is always on your body, whether it may be on your shoulder, your back, your waist, your arm, your thigh. Knowing that you're safe with him makes him feel incredibly relieved. After all, you're a human. Humans get hurt more easily than Gods.

"Love? Are you alright?" Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts. You two are in his chambers, lying on his bed. You look at him, head slightly tilted to the side and eyes filled with concern. Oh, those beautiful eyes of yours...

"Yes, don't worry, my dear, I feel splendid!" His arms around your waist give you a gentle squeeze. He smiles softly at you before his right hand travels up to hold your chin. He pulls you closer and plants a firm kiss on your lips. "How could I not feel amazing with you by my side?"

He makes sure to cherish every single moment he shares with you. He knows that humans don't live nearly as long as Gods do. But he pushes this thought out of his hand. He refuses to let the time you two spend together be filled with worry and dread. You're here, in his arms. You're alive and you will continue to stay alive for the next decades to come. And he will be with you no matter how busy his life may get.

Your head lies on his chest. You close your eyes and listen to the steady and calm beat of his heart. It soothes you, lulling you to sleep. His fingers run through your hair, making you feel drowsy.

"I love you, my dear. And I will continue to love you for the rest of my life," he whispers into your ear before you doze off in his arms. His lips press a light kiss to your forehead. He loves spending time with you, especially when Zeus doesn't order him around all the time.

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© veroramona. Do not steal, edit, copy, repost or translate any of my work on any social media account or claim it as your own work. If you find someone who does that, please alert me and report the account!

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madaboutmathers · 3 years ago

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Hii I love your fics the way you write is just so beautiful I was wondering if you could do a fluffy (with smut) about reader having a scar on the pelvis and being embarrassed by marshall seeing it but he tells her she looks beautiful or something comforting like that? :') it would hit dif since it's something i'm insecure about

Again your fics are amazing you're one of my favorite writers ❤️

AN: Thank you so much for the kind words! I really hope you like this x

slight NSFW

You didn’t realise Marshall would be coming home from work early. Or else you wouldn’t have changed into such a revealing swimsuit. The weather had become too hot and you were for the first time, making use of his private pool. Your hand moved to where your scar sat as you chewed nervously onto your bottom lip as you became shy.You shook your head and tried to move from those thoughts. You were alone, what was there to be shy about, you thought. You sipped at the cocktail you had created and placed your sunglasses down before moving towards the cool looking water. A soft sigh escaped you when the water moved over your body; a smile moving across your face.

You linked your phone to the outdoor speakers and the music began to sound out in the garden as you moved through the water. You moved on your back and allowed yourself to just float around in a giddy mood. Hopefully, Marshall would be home soon and you could spend the night together with some movies. You hummed happily at that thought.You could feel yourself relaxing from the day you had. And for a moment you could forget your shyness and insecurities. The moments passed by quietly as you listened to the birds singing above you. The soft shutting of the front door had your attention. “Y/N.” You heard Marshall softly call out your name as he moved into the house.

“Here.” You called out, a bright smile moving over your face at seeing him again as you moved to the steps of the pool. You watched him through the glass doors with a little wave and he shook his head at your antics. “You good?” Marshall asked as you placed your arms down; subtly hiding the scar you hoped he never saw.“Yeah, just hot.” You hummed, moving to wrap a towel around your waist. “Yeah, you are.” Marshall teased, looking you up and down. “Marshall..” You giggled out as he moved to wrap his arms around you even when you were still wet. He rocked you for a moment whilst burrowing into your neck. He was always clingy when he came home.

“You had a good day?” You whispered, brushing your noses together whilst he seemingly burrowing into your neck. “Yeah, glad to be home.” He mumbled and you moved your fingers over his head, gently massaging his scalp. His hand moved up and down your sides whilst leaning in for a sweet, chaste kiss with your soft lips.Those blues of his looked over your body once more and you could see the desire growing inside him. Blushing, you leaned in to softly capture those lips of his with a sweet moan already escaping you. You brushed your noses together as his hand moved to your arse now, and pulled you close. Your hand moved delicately on his chest as you steadied yourself.

His hands only moved south, something you didn’t realise in that moment as you lost yourself in his kiss. It was only when he moved to tug the towel that your eyes widened and you moved to gently stop him. “What’s wrong?” Marshall softly asked; those blues of his locked on your own. “Oh, nothing.” You babbled, smiling a little too brightly.“Y/N..” He whispered, hating when you hide things from him as his mind began to swirl with doubts and insecurities. “It’s nothing.” You hummed, leaning in to distract him with a kiss but you knew that wouldn’t work even as he replied to it. “Baby?” Marshall gently prodded and you began to nervously chew on your bottom lip.

“It’s just..I have something there.” You babbled, blushing sweetly as you grew nervous. Your hand still held his that was still on the towel. “What?” Marshall gently asked, brushing your noses together to try and comfort you. You ducked your head once more before tugging the towel for it to fall at your feet. Your heart skipped a beat at the action.You slowly took Marshall’s hand and moved it to where your quite large scar was. You shivered at the touch and hoped he wasn’t disgusted by you. Those blues of his looked down and for the first time; he saw it. “I know it’s ugly.” You began to babble. “Don’t say that.” Marshall whispered; seeing insecurity swirling in your eyes and hating it.

“You are beautiful. Every piece of you.” Marshal whispered sweet nothings into your ear as his fingers moved over your scar. You blushed sweetly, ducking your head down as he moved to his knees. His hands moving down your inner thighs. “Marshall..” You softly whispered, your eyes wide as you watched his every move.He only hummed and began to kiss up your inner legs; his hand moving to palm at your arse as you softly whimpered. He pressed a kiss to your scar again and again. Goosebumps littered your soft skin as he whispered sweet nothings up at you. “I love you. All of you.” Marshall hummed and a smirk played on his face as he tugged your bikini bottoms off.His beard brushed against you as he leaned in. Those eyes of his never moved from you as his hot mouth engulfed your soaked, tingling pussy. “Fuck..” You whimpered, your fingers moving into his hair as his hot tongue moved through your soaked folds. His fingers still gently stroked your scar as you began to rock against him.Your body hummed in desire and soft love he pushed over you. You didn’t know how you’d gotten so lucky with him. He sucked harder on your clit as your face so prettily screwed up in pleasure for him whilst Marshall continued to moan. The vibrations moving across you; teasing you as your heart pounded in your ear.

#eminem x reader #marshall mathers x reader #request

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flying-kanery · 2 years ago

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Hey y'all,

So I've been MIA for a little bit and I'll talk more about that in another post soon. I'm okay tho, don't worry :)

But anywho, before I made that post I wanted to make a post about this. So I found out this morning that Taylor Swift and Joe Alwyn broke up.

Okay, so I know it seems really stupid that I'm making a tumblr post about this as if it's a serious tragedy of some kind. That's not my intention, but I totally I get how it would come across that way and I am probably being overdramatic haha. Honestly, I think it's kind of hilarious that I'm writing this right now too😂

I just think it's okay to relate to an artist's journey regarding a certain aspect of her life (in this case, being in a relationship) and thus, feel a little sad when that journey takes an unexpected and potentially disappointing turn.

Now, I think I've spoken once or twice, if at all, about being a Taylor Swift fan on tumblr--not intentionally, it just didn't really come up. I just thought this might be a good place for me to share my thoughts.

I, of course, don't love Taylor any less and I'm sure she did what was best for her in regards to this whole situation and I support her in that all the way (I say that as if I know her personally lmao😂) But seriously, I'm not trying to say she made a wrong decision or degrade her or Joe as artists or people in any way.

I personally just viewed her and Joe's relationship as a sort of sign of hope for people who want to find love. And from what I've been able to gather, others felt the same way.

Of course, there's always still hope. And you can never really fully understand a relationship that you're not a part of. The songs Taylor wrote about Joe and the ones they wrote together retain their meaning because they capture a moment in time and that's amazing. However, for me personally, it's just gonna be hard to listen to those songs for awhile without getting a little sad. But we'll be okay❤️

Thank you for reading this long post about my unhealthy attachment to celebrity relationships😂seriously tho, thank you for hearing my thoughts. I hope everyone is having a beautiful day :) <3

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evax3 · 3 years ago

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Happy Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day!!!

I wanted to take a moment and thank you for not just your stories, but your artwork. I'm in love with everything you create and there's no way I could ever pick a favorite because as soon as I do, you post something new and then I'm all heart eyes for that one too! All I know is that you feed us so well in the fandom with your works.

Since it's your most recent work, I'll just gush over this art you made for Jon & Dany. How do you always manage to capture them so perfectly? From the soft mood to their smile to the flowers in her hair, it's so romantic and embodies the chapter beautifully. I love Sundays because I know you always have a treat for us. I've said it before; you're a triple threat with your stories, your artwork and amazing gifs. The Jonerys fandom is so lucky to have you 🥰

Omg, love, this is the sweetest ask ever!! I have no words to tell you how this makes me feel, just thank you soo much!! Coming from you this means everything, because your one of my favourite writers AND because your moodboards are always blowing my mind but also because your simply the best cheerleader to have in one's corner!! ❤️

There's no better person in this world to gush over Jon Snow with than you and I love how we can still get so hyped together over this man!! Even if it's only the way he calls Dany 'darling'! 🥰

#the loveliest friends ❤️#asks and answers #jonerys #thank you so much

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greensagephase · 1 month ago

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@ridiculous-hibiscus Awwww, Hibi!! 🥹🥹

No, seriously, the vibes are so warm! It's just so incredibly cozy. I swear it feels like a still from one of those Christmas movies (a romcom xmas movie perhaps? 🤭🥹) because of the vibes. You captured the energy so beautifully!

And about the background, I could see that it looked different from the rest, but I didn't want to assume it was a photograph beneath it because either way, I loved the vision you went with. You've made me realize that I could actually try and use this method in the future as I continue my own drawing journey, so thank you for teaching me that!

Also, omg, I love that you used the dancing hearts (using 'dancing hearts' alone is chef's kiss, I love that!) as a way to foreshadow that! Like, that's so SWEET and THOUGHTFUL. Thank you for sharing your thought process behind it! I already loved the detail alone and now knowing the reasoning, even more! Also, I did notice that the tree was a little bare, but I suspected it was because they were in the middle of decorating it and about to make their clear ornaments :') (I wish we could do that for real with Miguel *sighs*)

Hibi... My heart can't take this, but I understand what you mean and I appreciate you sharing it!😭 I just sat here, observing the pic of the room (the before) for a few minutes and honestly (maybe I'm extra and too emotional), I felt an overwhelming loneliness looking at it. It feels like I'm looking at one of those fake rooms in furniture stores, void of any life. It's exactly what life was like for Miguel before Dulzura! And then looking at the after... The same space screams WARMTH, PEACE, COMFORT -- HOME -- and all because of one single person who has changed Miguel's life forever (I'm not ok right now 😭).

HIBI, HIBI, HIBI, HIBI!!! You want to make me cry, don't you? You think of me as Dulzura?

That is SO SWEET -- I'M ABOUT TO CRY, HIBI, BUT HAPPY TEARS! 🥹🥹💖💖 It means so much to me that you tried to represent me and that you think of me as Dulzura! Thank you for that and for sharing the fact with me, also, it's not strange at all! It's very kind and thoughtful of you. 💕 Also, thank you for the sweet compliments! 🥺

Girl, you nailed the moment so wonderfully! And Miguel!🥰🥰 I just want to cuddle with him on the couch (still)! Omg, I'm always so interested in learning how people imagine Miguel's scent, so thank you for sharing that! I'm gonna need to go and find something similar to what you've described, but I feel like I'm imagining it decently and if it's how I'm imagining it...

I just know he smells AMAZING! There's no doubt about that!

Awww, hehe! I'm touched that my response made you happy! It's always so sweet knowing I've at least made one person happy with me being here on tumblr🥹

Also, I try, Hibi! I don't want to disrespect anyone, so that's why I always ask artists first!💕

Wait, a possible fanart of the ice skating scene...?

That would be SO SWEET SJKDFJKDJOSI I would literally scream at the top of my lungs because that's literally my second favorite scene of this chapter! I would be over the moon, but no pressure at all, pookie, and please take care of yourself first!! 🫵🏼😤 I am honored that you've drawn this beautiful fanart and even considering doing another one, like, THANK YOU!!!😭

Thank you SO MUCH, pookie! This fanart truly means so much to me!🥹 I hope you're having a great evening so far and that you have a wonderful and restful weekend! 🫶🏼💖

p.s. I've never been in one either, hehe, I just did some research to get an idea of the layout. It's funny how many things we writers look up for our fics sometimes.💀 And awww, I swear you're too sweet with all these compliments, I'm seriously about to cry! But oof, I'm just so grateful to be able to write and share my writing, and that you guys enjoy it! It's my honor, truly ❤️

Hiii, Alondra! 👋 🥰 I finally got some time due to a break from work to make some fanart for NC! This is inspired by Ch 22 (tbh, there are so many art-worthy moments in that chapter, but I only have so much time) 🥹!

Note: I know they don't actually have both trees up in the same room, but I found a little stamp on IbisPaintX that looked holographic to me, so I included it to show you how I pictured the futuristic holographic tree with the little ornaments.

Also: I loved how Miguel's white cable knit sweater turned out. Still learning to paint and render, but our muses Dulzura and Miguel are helping me! 💞😍

Hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed reading your work, as always ❤️💙❤️💙

Love, Hibi 🫂

Hibi! What if I cry?!?!

THIS IS SO LOVELY, HIBI!!! 🥹🥹💖 The way the living room looks so COZY and WARM! I seriously love the way you decorated the space; from the couch to the coffee table to the curtains and art on the wall. The trees! I adore both so much and I love how you imagine the holographic tree! It looks so cute! I actually really love the little hearts effect, which I hadn’t thought about before, but would make so much sense for people to be able to add effects to their tree like raining hearts or stars, or something of the sort. That detail and the tree overall are so cute and cozy, Hibi! I appreciate you sharing your vision of it! 💕💕

Also, is this lovely girl your spidersona, or you? I know you said in a comment you've been struggling with your spidersona, too, so I'm curious if this is her, or it's you! Either way, she's so pretty and looks so sweet!🥹 I also love the expression on her face; she’s so immersed with the clear ornament and totally oblivious to the flustered Miguel at her side after calling him cute, haha!!🥹

Which by the way, FLUSTERED MIGUEL!!! AAAAAAAAA, I LOVE HIM SCRATCHING THE BACK OF HIS HEAD, HIS WIDE EYES, AND THE BLUSH ON HIS CHEEKS — SCREAMING FROM THE ROOFTOP!! And the freaking WHITE CABLE KNIT SWEATER — HIBI, YOU’VE BLESSED US!! 🥹🙏🏼 He looks so, so, so cute, handsome, toasty, and cuddly. 🥺😩 I just want to snuggle on the coach with him, head pressed to his chest and letting our warmth become one while I smell his comforting scent, augh! It turned out amazing, friend, you should 100% be happy (more than happy!!) with how the sweater turned out! It truly looks so cozy. I also want to talk about Miguel in his socks… WHY IS HE SO CUTE ?? 😭😭😭 It's such a small detail, but I feel like it further shows how comfy and open he is with Dulzura in their home (as best friends🙂). He just looks so freaking homey!🥺🥺

Also, the two coffee mugs! This is literally me when you guys include them in your art:

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS PRECIOUS FANART, HIBI!!! I swear it makes me want to go and read part 22 and pretend it's December and not March because the vibes in your art are pure peace, coziness, tenderness, and warmth!! ✨️🎄🎁🥹 It means so much to me that you drew this on your free time, too, seriously, thank you!! 😭🥺 I most definitely enjoy and LOVE this fanart, pookie! There's no way I don't!

I want to ask :)) Is it okay if I link this post to the NC fanart post and tag you on it? Please let me know if you're OK with that! I would love to add this beautiful fanart and you to the post! 🥰🥹

Thank you so much, Hibi! As always, I'm so grateful and honored that my fic inspires you guys to draw and that you feel comfortable to share it with me! 🥹 I swear, just thinking about it makes me want to cry each time. 😭I'm sending you a big and warm virtual hug right now!! Please take care and rest my dear, Hibi! 🫂💖

Alondra❤️

p.s. the penthouse is such a vibe, Hibi. Wishing I was there right now with our favorite Spider-Man 🥹💕

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #nonviolent communication #nonviolent communication fanart

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