#i wish i could write a coherent sentence or two

[ehlnofaey]

too many ocs, too little brainpower

[livelaughlovesubs]

hellooo, i love your writing but im not used to sending asks so forgive me if anything is said poorly or if i do it wrong somehow, but i was curious if your up for writing obey me characters still?

if you are, could i request just ravaging asmo, like to the point where hes crying and not forming coherent sentences, and then just completely switching up after and giving super sweet aftercare? this is sort of inspired by the dazai aftercare post except i want the smut lmao

feel free to refuse or completely ignore this request if you dont feel up to it!

also could i be 🫶 anon? i looked through your anon list and im pretty sure that ones not taken!

remember to take care of yourself and take your time! i hope you're doing well! :)

-🫶

Hello hello~ don’t worry, you are doing great :] Also this will be my first time writing for obey me, bear with me alright? (I only got to chapter/ lesson 22 when I used to play it)

Dom!reader x sub!Asmodeus - reader is gender neutral

Warning: pegging (I use dick), hair pulling, marks, mind break, overstimulation, multiple rounds, a little exhibition?

Creaking sounds lingered around your ears, alongside the breathy moans of the male underneath you. These heavenly noises bounced off the walls, loud enough to seep through the cracks of the door. You were almost worried that other people would hear him, it would be pretty embarrassing at breakfast tomorrow. Though, asmo certainly wouldn’t mind, he’d even brag and show off his hickeys to everyone. How did you know? Because if he had any ounce of shame, he wouldn’t be screaming his lungs out like this. No one can tell you this little slut here doesn’t want his brothers to know he was getting used like a fleshlight.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment and slowing down, gathering some energy. What time was it, how long have you two been going at it? The stamina of a demon really was scary, to think he was still able to stay awake after was felt like an eternity. He was exhausted too, but he still wanted to keep going. “Haha..” you chuckled as you gazed at his messy face, smiling in amusement at the lewd display in front of you. Asmo was such a charming man, his hair had an indescribable colour that was unique to none other than him. Truly a marvellous gift from god himself. And now, it was sticking to his forehead, all wet due to the layer of sweat covering his skin.

His angelic face was fated to be his weapon for temptation, such a beauty was truly irresistible, befitting of his title as the avatar of lust. Those gorgeous golden eyes were shining like stars, lightening up each time you trusted deep inside him. You almost felt guilty, for defiling that innocent appearance of his. The saying of ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’ was like tailored for him, for this devil with the most saint-like appearance you’ve ever came across. Everything he did was erotic and inviting, causing you to want to ruin him more. Until any traces of that natural pureness he had were wiped away by lust.

“AaahhGg~..! Oh, y/n, right thereeee mhHmm!!” Asmodeus moaned out your name, his voice sweet and coated with honey. His back was facing you, and he arched his body into a crescent shape. Hips and ass high in the air, while his face was being pushed into the very pillow he was hugging. One of your hands were tangled in his rose-tainted hair, switching up from stroking his locks to yanking on them whenever you saw fit. Each time you’d rough him up, he’d whimper shamelessly, grinning from ear to ear as he shakes his butt for you.

He was so beautiful right now. So very stunning. That once cheeky face now all decorated with tears and drool, all blushy like a maiden fresh in love. His eyes rolled back sometimes, as well as him sticking his tongue out and trembling in pleasure. Despite the impaling realisation that he would pass out if this continued any longer, he didn’t yield, only begging you to give him more. Who were you to deny your darlings wishes? You wanted to give him everything he wanted, even if it will cause him back pain for the days to come.

The other hand was on his hips, helping him holding his body up to meet your trusts. Your pace was a steady one, but pretty slow. That’s because your body was sore as well from pounding him for hours. Asmo didn’t mind it, because you were still so good at it, even if you were tired. Every time you drove your length inside him, it hit his abused and used prostate with such accuracy that he can’t help but cry out in bliss. “AhhNnGg! Harder~ ooOOhhH!!” His hole was all red and swollen, it was so puffy, yet he was still able to clench around you. You could feel his insides squeezing your dick, not letting you pull it out of him.

“Such a dirty boy, how did you survive so long without me?” You teased, pulling on his hair suddenly, ending with him throwing his head back with a yelp. “AhH! i- heh, I guess I wasn’t re-really living mHmm~ before meeting you then.” The demon answered, still capable of smiling at you, even if the said smile looked like the dumb grin of a cheap prostitute. “My my, your choice of words are still as romantic as ever. Can you handle another round, asmo?” His dick twitched at your words, leaking some more precum onto the puddle of semen beneath him. “HnGg, of co-course..! Ahh~ y/n, fuck me <3”

A smirk spread on your lips, and you let go of his light brown hair. Instead, you used both hands to hold his waist tightly, enough for it to bruise. “Then I won’t hold myself back.” You said, as a kind of warning. Asmo looked over his shoulder and your eyes met, the desire in his pupils were evident on his body as well as in your eyes. Another giggle slipped from your lips before you moved backwards, then snapping your hips against his in a fast pace. “AhGGhhH! Mo-moRRe!!” While the devil groaned out a series of encouragements for you to continue rutting into him like some beast, he could feel another orgasm approaching. His stomach curled so intensely, and electricity was coursing through his body.

The expression on his face was so dumb, so fucked out of it that he looked like he lost his mind. As if he succumbed to pleasure, him, the very fundament of lust. “Ah.. damn it, you are such a pretty boy asmo.. heh.” You complimented him among all these ruthless thrusts, it was a gentleness he didn’t know he needed to spill over the edge. “NgHHh! Uh-uhMm, I’m cu-cummINNgG <3!!” More tears rolled down his messy cheeks as his orgasm washed over him, this time he didn’t look as sane as before. No, he looked like he was drunk on the ecstasy and pleasure. It was so good, so so so good he couldn’t fathom it! It crashed down on him and his poor, slim body in waves, it was more than what he could handle!

Hearts were sparkling in his pupils, and his hands clutched the pillow so hard that it ripped. He even accidentally switched to his demon form, so his horns, wings and tail popped out. At this point he couldn’t think nor speak properly anymore, only repeating the same phrases like a broken radio. Whines and gasps of pleasure continued to fill the room of the boy, and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth like some dog in heat. Ropes of cum spurt out of his dick, dirtying the sheets below him. His thighs quivered, some of his slick also ran down his inner thighs. After helping him ride out his high, you slowly and gently pulled the cock out of him. Then, you also released his hips.

Two imprints of your hands were left behind, and you couldn’t hide a sadistic smirk. To your surprise asmo whispered to you in a meek voice, “keep.. mhm, holding me..” He was just a twitchy something now, limping on his bed while his brain was still processing all the sensations. It was simply too much, he was going to take a while until he’ll be responsive again. Even so he still craved your touch, he did have an adorable side to him didn’t he?

“I’ll, if that’s what you want.” You replied and grabbed his tiny waist again, this time you leaned down and pressed your body against his. After waiting and taking a break for a new minutes, you kissed his neck softly, before mumbling quietly, “wanna go wash up now, love?” Not once have you left his side while waiting patiently, giving him some time to reorganise. “Hmmm… can’t we stay like t-this a tad longer?” Asmo pouted and sighed, already feeling sore and the aftermath of the long session. God, he was still stumbling over his words! Just how hard did you fuck him? He will definitely walk funnily tomorrow, if he can even stand on his own two legs. “We can still cuddle after taking a shower. Come on, you go first while I clean up.” You suggested, knowing that he was totally out of energy.

“Nuuu! I want to stay like this! Pleaseeee? Pretty please??” He blinked at you, looking at you with puppy eyes, knowing that this trick always works on you. “Ugh! Fine, fine, if that’s what my princess here wants.” You sighed, acting annoyed at him doing as he pleased. “Hehe~” the devil laughed satisfied, resting his chin on the pillow as he enjoyed your touch. Next thing he knew you kissed his cheeks, while tugging his still chaotic hair behind his ear. While you did those things, you said with a little smile, “You did well asmo, I’m so proud of you.”

Huh. Where did that come from? Out of nowhere his face heated up again, and that right after you thought he had calmed down. “Aww, you are so cute y/n!” He responded immediately, though a hint of nervousness was laced and hidden behind his voice. Was the avatar of lust perhaps flustered or embarrassed about your words? Pff. You laughed in his face, before giving his forehead a peck. “Ahh~ I love you, my prince.”

[writer-logbook]

5 tips for proofreading & their pros and cons

Define your objectives for each chapter. In my case, some of my chapters are better written than others. My objectives for them will differ. Before starting my proofreading, I list my needs and areas of improvements, and I write them down somewhere so I have them in front of me rather than in my head alone.

Pros : allows you to know which points you need to focus on ; provides a guideline adapted to your needs.

Cons : risk of losing homogeneity and fluidity + flaws may be shifted to other chapters that didn't have them before due to a sudden imbalance.

Plan several proofreading sessions, each one of them addressing ONE NEED AT A TIME. (E.g., one for grammar, another for style, and a final one for coherence. ) And I insist on the "one need at a time" part. Even for those who can multitask (unlike me), I really don't recommend settling for a single proofreading session. It could interfere with your concentration and let you skip some flaws. And please, always give your chapter a final read after your edits to ensure that the elements make sense as a whole, and are not repeated every two paragraphs (I plead guilty, your honor)

Pros: allows you to focus precisely on each point, and give it dedicated attention.

Cons: you can quickly get confused and risk multiple re-readings + significant time investment.

I make my corrections on a separate file. Whatever you do, it's always better to have a backup and therefore to save your files (don't blindly trust autosave) to create archives. I think it's a two-ways process : 1) you open two files simultaneously, one with your V1 and one, blank, where you'll rewrite your chapter as you make changes. Eventually, this new doc will become your V2 ; 2) you copy the parts to proofread into a new document and edit directly in there.

Pros: allows you to rewrite as you wish without being discouraged by the following paragraphs - especially in case of the first way.

Cons: requires multiple files (maybe multiple screens to be at ease) and better organization.

Change the typography. I don't know about you, but after a while, I'm struck by semantic satiation (click on the link - it's Wikipedia -, it's very interesting) and nothing makes sense anymore. After the 52,846th proofreading, I might as well read in another language. I've found a relatively effective trick - not as effective as a complete break, but sometimes you need to move forward - which consists of changing the typography. I can't remember who gave me this advice though, but be sure they've been thanked more than enough in my mind. In any case, seeing words change their shape significantly helps my brain to stay focused and attentive. (Maybe it's just my mind playing tricks on me but I only see the results.)

Pros: it's simple to implement.

Cons: I don't know if this trick works for everyone or if I'm the only weirdo (you can tell me in the comment section).

Take notes. This is a very personal tip but I keep a proofreading logbook. Like, I record in a few sentences the first time an element is mentioned, how it's describes, and most importantly… I MENTION THE DATES. The story I'm currently writing is heavily governed by a chronological system, so I have an absolute need to keep the day count up to date.

Pros: helps avoid inconsistencies and oversights.

Cons: very tedious to maintain and creates (a lot) of extra work.

I've started my prooreading journey yesterday and I already want to die. If I find in the edits something that is worth making a post, be sure that I will. Or let me know if you're simply curious.

Gentle reminder : Best is the worst enemy of good so, at some point, you'll have to let it go and let your chapter live its life to its fullest. Don't be hard on yourself and be proud of your work - or know that I am.

[jennarations]

a wise friend of mine today said “if anyone can write sex pollen BOY do i have a pitch for you” about that landoscar vid and uh here we are. 2k of landoscar sex pollen! thanks for hitting me with the apollo dodgeball jae<3

—

It starts as something innocent. A quick and breathy shudder running down his back, touching his shoulders and gliding along the ridges of his spine.

Lando tries not to pay much attention to it because seriously, it could just be nerves, the pressure and excitement of a new season underfoot.

So Lando pushes the shiver to the back of his mind, focusing more heavily on the graphics in front of him, trying his hardest to pay even the slightest bit of attention during this debrief.

—

The next sign something is wrong doesn’t manifest until an hour before FP2.

Lando has firmly planted himself in front of not one, not two, but three, standing fans in his driver’s room, and somehow he’s still sweating.

A short knock on the door has him almost jumping out of his skin before he shakily shouts for whoever it is to come in already.

Oscar pokes his head around the door, holding the edge with a fully splayed hand, Lando notices.

“Hey Andrea is asking for you—“ Oscar says before abruptly stopping. Lando just blinks and hopes the sweat in his hairline isn’t pouring down the side of his face like he feels it is.

Oscar’s eyebrows furrow, “Are you okay, mate?”

Lando registers he has to actually use his words when a few seconds have already passed and all he’s done is hyper focus on Oscar’s knuckles.

“Yeah. Yeah, no, I’m mint. Hah.” Lando somehow chokes out. His brain feels like it’s cooking inside his skull but he’s totally fine.

Oscar clears his throat and motions towards the collection of fans, “Did you uh, need another one? I have one in my room I can bring down?”

Lando scrubs at his forehead and breathes deeply, “No no I think this is enough, thanks though.” It is not nearly enough fans but Lando seems to be completely incapable of forming a coherent sentence at the moment and he can’t handle any more conversation with Oscar or he might just start to melt. So Oscar gives him one quick nod and disappears reluctantly back out the door.

Lando doesn’t notice the obvious wet stains all over his clothes, especially the one spot pooling near his crotch.

But he does notice as Oscar’s leaving that his ears are very very red. Huh.

—

Lando hauls himself out of the car after FP3 as if he might just throw up right on the asphalt but somehow he holds himself together enough to almost sprint back to his driver’s room.

His knees feel like gelatin and his head is full of cotton. The sweating seems to have only gotten worse and to Lando’s utter horror, the worst symptom of all seems to be in his pants.

He had chalked it up to a bit of pre-practice excitement when he had to roughly jack himself off in the shower before yanking himself into his fireproofs, but if the angry pulsing and sensitivity were anything to go by during practice, then this might be an even bigger problem than he originally thought.

The second his door is slammed shut he begins wildly tearing at his helmet and fireproofs, a constant stream of off off off running through his murky consciousness.

The fan from earlier is still blasting, swaying gently from side to side in a perfect rhythm of ease and calm, a stark juxtaposition to how Lando feels. Someone must have come by to collect the extra fans he requisitioned from different parts of the hospitality. Lando wishes he had told Oscar yes earlier, then at least he’d have two fans to work with.

The thought of Oscar sends a shockwave through Lando’s body, moving in a swift line straight to his dick. Lando fights the urge to squeeze at the pressure while he fights off the last of his clothing.

Usually Lando is good about keeping the very tiny crush on Oscar that he’s been harboring for at least the last season under wraps, even in his own mind. But for some unknown reason Oscar is the only thing running through his thoughts. A near constant stream of Oscar’s hands, his shoulders, the taper to his waist, the thick of his neck playing on repeat.

He tries to push the images of Oscar out of his mind after he finally wraps a shaky hand around his dick. The pressure only intensifies as he pumps roughly up and down his length, and to his utter dismay, the Oscar visuals are only strengthening in definition.

Lando’s mind is humming and his body begins jerking uncontrollably until he has to throw himself against the nearest wall. He rests his forehead against the cool surface and bucks uncontrollably into his palm.

His body is on fire and it feels like the room is melting around him as he comes for the second time that day against the cream colored wall.

He welcomes the sense of relief that overtakes him and he takes a deep breath for the first time since he hopped out of the car. But to Lando’s horror, he realizes with growing franticness that his dick is already hardening again and the haze that is sitting over his mind is descending once again.

He groans in frustration and feels his knees give out. Lando maneuvers himself back to where the couch is but somehow in his hurry to throw himself backwards he hits the rack with his backup fireproofs and ends up in a pile of clothes on the floor.

He’ll definitely feel that tomorrow but he can’t even bring himself to give that thought his full attention at the moment.

The thoughts of Oscar are intensifying and now Lando is imagining Oscar’s hand around his dick instead of his own. The small whimpering noises that come out of him sound foreign to his own ears. He grabs hold of one of the shirts next to his head and swipes at the sweat on his forehead, but then as he takes a shallow breath he smells something that makes him squeeze around himself.

Oscar.

How can he be smelling Oscar on his own shirt? It’s not like they’re around each other enough for his scent to rub off so strongly onto Lando.

But that doesn’t matter because now Lando can smell Oscar and that combined with the visual in his mind of Oscar breathing down his neck and squeezing his dick is overpowering the confusion in his mind.

And then the door opens.

—

Something’s been off with Lando the last few days. Oscar is sure of it.

It’s small things that Oscar has been noticing here and there, behavior that seems off to him.

Maybe it’s the new season that’s making Lando seem so jumpy, the pressure of renewed expectations and high hopes for what they know they can achieve this season.

There was the sweat situation. Lando has been sweating buckets since Thursday and on Friday morning Oscar happened to catch him in his driver’s room, which felt more like a freezer, sweating like he was sitting in an oven.

Then there were the little noises that Lando kept making during the presser when he was doing his shitty Andrea impression. Those noises went straight to Oscar’s dick but thankfully he was able to cross his legs quickly enough that no one would’ve noticed his issue.

Now Lando seems to be avoiding him entirely, hiding in his driver’s room every chance he gets it seems.

Oscar’s worry soars to new heights as he watches Lando practically leap out of his car and bolt back through the garage towards his driver’s room.

Oscar wonders on the best course of action as he wanders his way back towards his own room. He manages to pull his helmet off and swipe some of the sweat off of his forehead as he idly chats to a few of the mechanics as he passes by.

Oscar thinks of asking the team doctor to check on Lando as he turns the doorknob to his own driver’s room.

But all thoughts of possible solutions fly out the window the second he swings his door open.

There, in the messy pile of clothes Oscar had left on the floor, is Lando. And he’s naked. And smelling Oscar’s shirt.

And he’s jacking himself off at an absolutely brutal pace. Then, Oscar’s eyes finally lock onto Lando’s crazed ones, and the world explodes.

—

Everything is white. The world turned white.

Wait, the world isn’t white. And something is terribly, terribly wrong. But Lando can’t seem to get his brain to move fast enough to figure this part out.

But then he comes back down from outer space and the world finally returns to focus. And in that focus is Oscar, looking absolutely wrecked.

It’s at this moment that Lando registers his monumental mistake. He never ended up in his driver’s room in the first place. The couch is in the wrong spot and the shirt he’s holding is one he’s only ever seen on Oscar. He’s in Oscar’s room. Jacking himself off into oblivion.

But as he opens his mouth to speak and figure out a way out of this mess without completely ruining their relationship, something else grips hold of him entirely.

He shudders and feels the sweat start to boil over again and suddenly his dick is rock hard once again. Lando groans and his eyes roll back in his skull while he tries not to grope himself further in front of his teammate.

Before he can get anything else out, Oscar chokes out a quiet, “Wow.”

Lando blearily looks back at Oscar and feels his hand move on autopilot back towards his crotch. Then he can’t help the pathetic whimper that slips out of him.

Lando works up every bit of control he’s got left and barks out a husky, “Oscar, please.”

And then everything is moving in fast forward. Oscar is ripping his fireproofs off and then bending down to scoop Lando up from his nest on the floor. Searing hot hands are hauling him up from the floor and crowding him onto the couch.

But then Oscar isn’t touching him anymore and to Lando’s disappointment he’s not even naked, just in his black underclothes.

Oscar lightly tilts Lando’s chin towards him, searching his eyes for something. But Lando can’t even register any of this as his hand is still moving at a fevered pace along his dick, seeking that momentary release from earlier.

Then the cotton in his head clears enough for him to hear Oscar say, “What do you need?”

And Lando whines and pushes his body closer to Oscar’s on the couch. “Touch me, please for the love of god Oscar, touch me.”

Oscar grunts and grabs at his hair, pushing it further back on his forehead. “Okay, okay, yeah. I can do that.”

And Oscar makes good on his promise, finally peeling off his black undershirt and crowding into Lando’s space on the couch. He reaches a hand down between them and when Lando feels Oscar’s hand wrap firmly around his dick he thinks this might be the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Oscar starts pumping slowly up and down, giving the head a little twist on the way. But he’s looking into Lando’s eyes still, looking for the answer to what’s happening, but Lando can’t even try to explain this situation. All he can think is touch me touch me touch me.

And that’s what ends up pouring from his lips as Oscar groans again. “Please, please, please, Oscar, don’t stop.” Lando moans out hoarsely. He’s shocked he even still has a voice left.

Oscar starts to pull up and down more quickly, pressing his own dick into Lando’s thigh. “Wanted it this bad, huh? Needed to sneak into my room and spread yourself out in my clothes?” Oscar breathes out in a voice Lando’s sure he’s never heard before but decides he needs to hear every day for the rest of his life.

“Uh huh. Oscar. Oscar, please, gonna—“ Lando shudders, pressing further into Oscar’s grip.

Oscar breathes across Lando’s neck and nuzzles his nose into the sensitive patch behind Lando’s ear. Then he’s gruffly whispering, “Come for me baby.”

And for the third time that day, Lando feels the world blow apart around him. Thankfully this time Oscar is here to catch him.

[verystrxxwberry]

Hi, Alex! What about some wedding headcanons with Eldarya boys, please? Thank you!

ELDARYA; wedding headcanons! ♡

♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. 𝐂��𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Individual headcanons, reader x route (both TO and ANE), sfw. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I didn’t really have much inspiration to write these headcanons, but I did my best effort! I hope you all enjoy it. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•.

EZAREL

Seeing you kneeling in front of him confused him. Were you going to tie his shoelaces? But he had boots on, you didn't have to. Wait, were you planning to...? Ah, no, you didn't. You just pulled out a little box... “Would you like to be my husband, Ezarel?” you asked, opening the box and exposing a small golden ring inside. A ring...? Ezarel had a hard time processing your question, the meaning of each one of the words and the connection they had in the sentence. He was in shock, unable to speak for several minutes until he was able to blink and think coherently.

He felt like saying no just to annoy you, but he nodded, “wow, wait... are you sure? I've never been married before...”

“Uh... neither have I, that's why I want to marry you,” you laughed a little at his nervousness, “so… what’s the answer? Do you want to be my husband?” The elf sighed, eyes slightly glazed over and kneeling down in front of you to hug you.

“Of course I do, yes, yes, and yes,” he murmurs, filling your neck with little kisses. He would forget to put on the ring and look at you confused when you put it on, “what are you doing?” to him, you two were already married.

Ezarel doesn't know how to help with the wedding preparations, so he leaves the responsibility to Keroshane. He's fine with it all, but he'd even think it's perfect if there are a lot of sweets at the banquet.

When the day arrives, Ezarel is very nervous, his hands sweaty and his eyes shining with constant excitement. It's adorable to see the elf so vulnerable for his wedding day. He would be constantly adjusting his suit, looking in the reflections to fix his hair and look decent.

Many times in the past Ezarel commented that weddings were tiring for him since it was so time-consuming. But the time passed quickly at his wedding, and he certainly enjoyed it as he had never enjoyed any event before.

You, Valkyon, Nevra and Ezarel would be sitting in a circle of chairs while everyone seemed to get carried away for a night, talking, gossiping and having a good time. Ezarel would have cried from the excitement, and only the three of you knew how to comfort him. The elf was so clingy! He didn't leave your side all night. 

He seemed to be constantly on the verge of tears, but it was simply the bliss of the moment. His head would constantly be resting on your shoulder while he seemed to be much more joking and relaxed than usual.

NEVRA

Never ever expected to marry someone. No one expected him to take that big step on his life and compromise himself with someone, but there he was! More than willing to be your husband. 

You didn’t even expect he’d be the one getting on his knees and giving the most precious speech you’ve ever heard before. Tears blurred your vision, but you still nodded your head. Nevra was so glad you had agreed to take that step with him. You wanted to keep it a secret from Karenn, but she ended up finding out because she insisted so much; she knew you two had a plan in mind! And when she found out, she cried a lot with emotion.

And for a year, you were organizing things, in fact, Nevra put so much attention and care into the wedding that he planned things while he was still at work, completely focused on it, as it was more important than work at that moment. He did a great combo of purple, yellow and red lights that made the environment truly romantic! He made sure the environment could keep the romantic vibes he wished to give.

It would be celebrated on the hundred years cherry tree area. He ordered a certain pattern of lights around the area, relighting the lights around the tree and causing a beautiful lighting effect since the wedding would be at dusk.

The day came, and you found yourself in front of Nevra. His trembling hands held yours gently, his voice sounded firm as he swore an oath to love you until death do you part.

As he made his emotional speech once again, you heard Karenn sobbing in the background. She was crying more than you both together.

You could see that Nevra was completely relaxed, with a smile all the time on his face. Karenn hugged you both very affectionately after the ceremony, weeping like a baby.

The party began and Nevra would lead you to a slow dance under the warm lights, taking your waist with certain firmness and gentleness while his other hand intertwined his fingers with you. Everyone was enjoying themselves, some conversing at the table dinner, others drinking and dancing around you; but it still felt like the two of you were alone. After all, it was your day. Although his voice was low, the closeness between you allowed you to hear him more than the music itself. He would tell you nice things about how he had never imagined himself at that moment, how he doubted he would be a good husband; but that he would do his best to keep things going as smoothly as ever.

He planned a surprise trip to other safe regions on Eldarya for your honeymoon. -And pray to not get pregnant during the honeymoon, because it is most likely to happen by accident!-

If we are talking in terms of A new era context… imagine you sent a letter to Ezarel to update him about the news and inviting him to the wedding. His presence would be an absolute surprise! And Nevra would hug him so tightly it’d seem that the wedding was between Nevra and Ezarel. It’d be so cute!

VALKYON

Accidentally proposed the same day. Yes, as you read. In different situations, you had discussed what a married life would be like, and you both seemed attracted to the idea of getting married. Therefore, you planned to propose on the day of your anniversary. But you were surprised to see how Valkyon went ahead and in the middle of dinner took out a box, opening it to show you the ring. “Valkyon...” you mused and also took out the box, showing him a similar ring, ”I was also going to propose to you today...”

You both looked at each other puzzled before you both started laughing out loud. That was already an automatic yes from both parties, so that was a relief.

Very lost with the wedding preparations....but still, supports your ideas! Want him to wear a princess dress? Ok. Want to eat some nachos for the banquet? That’s cool. Want to throw a bucket of water to him to celebrate it? Alright, as you want, dear.

Wants to see you dressed for the wedding before the wedding. Although that would cause him to stay up all night thinking about how good it looks on you, and my goodness, he's so in love.

They had to change his suit because the first one was so tight that his pecs were almost waving at you, and he didn't want to look obscene at the wedding. After the wedding it’s ok, he can be obscene…, but by the gods, there would be kids during it!

You wouldn't complain about seeing him with a chest window though.

Anyway, you'd see him with his hair pulled back in a low ponytail, and it looks great on him! The ceremony was fantastic and warm, everyone was so happy to see you two start a new stage in your lives.

When he sees you dressed for the wedding he repeats countless times how beautiful you look. And he really cannot take his eyes from you.

He would save time during the night to thank the guests for coming, especially the older creatures! And he would spend some time playing with the little ones.

Valkyon would end up drunk from trying every shot, glass and tankard of beer.... Forgive him, because from that moment on he would be more clingy and cheerful, open to board games with you and other creatures. He would have his hand constantly on your knee, since he was afraid to let you out of his sight.

He would let himself be free and end up unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt, undoing his tie a bit and letting his hair down. He looked gorgeous, and it was almost mesmerizing how handsome your husband was.

That night was also truly special. So truly special and intense that next morning he was completely dead (not literally -heh-), needing almost all the day to rest. The same goes for you though.

LEIFTAN

No doubt Leiftan has thought on more than one occasion about marrying you and starting a family with you. It seems to him the strongest connection there could be. And over the years of your relationship he realized that he wanted to make that wish come true, but he was too shy to take the initiative. He was afraid, what if it wasn't your ideal life? Maybe he would have to settle for not formally marrying you and just being your boyfriend.

As usual, Leiftan took you on a date with him to an extensive secluded garden, where he liked to take you for picnics. While he kept busy making a flower crown, you plucked up the courage to take the big step. You caught his attention and began to recite some beautiful and sentimental words to him, stuttering a bit from nerves, which made you embarrassed... but it's Leiftan, c’mon, he more than anyone else knows how to be patient and bring confidence when you are nervous. He doesn't judge you for stuttering.

In fact, your words are so nice that he starts sobbing as if you were giving him the worst news in the world. Forgive him... he's really very happy! He will finally accomplish one of his goals in life. He didn't know what he had done to deserve that you wanted to have him as your husband, but without a doubt his answer was a huge yes. With trembling hands he grabbed you by the cheeks and pressed a kiss against your lips full of love and emotion.

Participate in the organization of the wedding 100%! In fact, he is in charge of most of the lighting, decoration and banquet. He would prepare sweets for the banquet himself.

It’d be more a dinner than a party, as Leiftan enjoys quiet environments where everyone can talk together and have fun without the need of overwhelming stimulations.

There won’t be much people as he prefers to have a comfortable and more relaxed ceremony, where your closest friends and family could go.

The fact that he is getting married is already overwhelming enough!

The ceremony is beautiful and quite traditional, although Leiftan ordered the playing of instruments such as piano and violin to make the scene much more special for the two of you. As the classical music played in the background, Leiftan held back tears like he had never cried before. You looked beautiful in your wedding outfit! And just as you arrived on the stage, he let you know it, with some admiration, desire and no doubt, a lot of love.

He searched and prepared a honeymoon in a cozy and warm place where you could constantly get massages, go to dates in open spaces and warm baths!

LANCE

A strange concept he never thought about, as he’d never thought he’d get to marry anyone. There was a serious conversation once. You two deeply thought about your future plans, and he asked you if you wanted to ever marry him. You said yes, which made him very confused, and he overthought a lot of the reasons for that to be your choice. It had no logic…

He consulted secretly with almost everyone in the guards. “Hey, in case you want to get married, how would you propose it? Oh, and do you think ____ would like to marry me?” Everybody told him literally yes, but he kept thinking you would say no.

It was thanks to Mathieu's insistence and his words straight out of a fantasy love novel that slightly motivated him to take the big step.

And it took years for him to take some bravery to ask it.

He won’t get on his knees because he wants to make it subtle. He’d ask you to go for a walk and then, as you two are pretty far from anyone, he’ll start his proposal.

When you said yes, Lance sighed in relief as if there was a chance for you to say no. You won’t see it but that night he kicked his feet like a happy, in love teen.

He tries to help with the wedding preparation, but it’s a little bit messy or simple… yet he contributes a lot with the money. He spends the whole time until the wedding having a little crisis every day from how life will change, how he is terrified of not being a good husband…

Whatever, the day comes, and he is so tense that you even wonder if he is enjoying himself. You gave him your hand, and he spent the whole day seeking your hand as a way to be less nervous. And it worked!

He doesn’t think that many people would agree to come to the wedding, but for his surprise, lots of people came (for his perspective though, it was actually a small wedding because he didn’t want a very big party). He prefers the ceremony short and to the point so you all can go to have dinner. He gets very congratulated by everyone and that only serves to make him proud, happy and feeling so damn lucky to have you.

Eats a lot during that night, but like a LOT.

He gets emotional at some point, sad that his brother can't see any of what's going on. It occurred to you to encourage him, telling him that from wherever he was, he would be watching you and encouraging you to continue with a happy life. You were sure Valkyon would be proud of the change Lance made and of finally getting someone to call him husband and make it official.

He hugs you and starts muttering how much he loves you and how grateful he is to have married to you. He was absolutely in love with you. And that night he filled you with that love, making sure you knew how deep his feelings are!

MATHIEU

It was proposed by accident. Literally, of all the places he could hide the box with the ring, he hid it behind a pillar of books on the desk. As you were tidying up your space you saw it, and began to laugh at how clumsy your boyfriend could be. But clearly the thought of him proposing got you excited.

You started giving him more hints over the next few days about wanting to get married. You saw him turn red with embarrassment, as well as nervous and somewhat awkward. His nervous smile and stuttering were adorable.

One day he was very frustrated, he had lost something very important. You saw him on the verge of tears, and because he refused to let you help him, you decided to help him lol. You knew where the box was, although he seemed to have forgotten... how clumsy. When he saw you pick up the box, he became very nervous, asking you, “Do you know what it is?”

You could no longer pretend and nodded your head, “of course I know, silly,” you humorously handed it to him, “but aren’t you planning to get down on your knees?”

Oh, he immediately did! He opened the box and showed you the ring, “so… you know the question, right?” his smiled didn’t fail to show his excitement. And it increased when the answer to the most awaited question was a yes- you wanted to marry him!

He would love to have a themed wedding. No need for everything to be so formal, guests could go in costume and make it a really fun wedding! However, the tradition of doing something formal was there, and he decided to adapt to having a formal wedding... and the next day a themed party with the guests!

The day came, and he was panicking a lot, Lance had to calm him down to not be so anxious during the ceremony. He almost puked last day’s dinner…

So excited he invites everyone he sees. So you might find creatures you didn’t know about invited by Mathieu since they were kind to him… a little bit risky, yes. But he’s just like that from the excitement.

Mesmerized about how you look. And he definitely started sobbing when he saw you walking towards him, a liquid snoot threatening at the edge of his nose… yeah, he was a little bit messy, but he was as adorable anyway. Lance gave him a tissue to clean himself because it’d be unacceptable to be filled of snots and tears when it is time to kiss you!

He fills your face with kisses when he gets the chance to kiss you after the beautiful speech and all of that. Mathieu was so excited to give you the first as your husband!

Spends the whole night playing games with you, yapping, dancing and having fun! And the next day there will be a themed party where you’d have even more fun.

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[istoleodilesjordans]

2 am isat ramblings

SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE GAME (except twohats ending)

Okay so uh just a heads up im writing thus at 1 2 am (idk the hour really) so its gonna be a bit wonky but this game gas been keeping me up for the past two days so i need to ramble. about it.

Okay so DAMN. ACT 5 HIT LIKE A TRUCK.

So act 5 stars right before siffrin talks to the head housemaiden, except now instead of glitching and repeating the same things over and over the head just finally finishes her sentence and makes a coherent explanation of why siffrin will never go back and suffer for eternity. Well THAT HIT SO HARD. like siffrin was used to all that glitching and breaking down, but deep down he was sure there must be another way to escape the timeloops. But now that he actually gets a confirmation that he will NOT escape his loops, that just. Fucks him up.

But then comes the wish of the vaguardians. Upon them being mentioned he tries to think abd make a very tangled explanation as of why this wish didn't work and howhes gonna fix it. And what really broke me is how manic he acted, because in reality he was just trying to find out a reason as to why hes trapped. Like he tried to nitpick every single word from the wish and what the head told him for he just could not accept being stuck. At all. And he goes in this rabbit hole of thinking and thinking and thinking and he just comes to the conclusion that because HE is the CHOSEN ONE (instead of mirabelle), he needs to deal the last strike when killing the king. Now this sounds very specific and complicated, but he is not gonna let go. Nuh uh.

Now what gets me is how he acts towards his friends from act 5 onward. He literally doesn't see them as real people anymore. He is SO fixated on dealing the last strike and escaping the loop that he just expects everyone to act like some robots, some actors saying their lines. Thats because thats how theyve always been. Since he got stuck, he only hears the same blinding things from them; he even memorised eveyrones lines! But unfortunately having a half blacked out gacha life depressed emo kid face on isn't gonna go unnoticed by his fellow actors.

So he snaps at them. Points out every mistake in their personality and way of being. Because he got time to see every single thing about them, repeating over and over. Its like he actually expects them to know, to have noticed, just as he has, because he really cant think of how life was before the loops. He expects them to act normally when he tries to shorten the friendquests, he expects them to know the result, the aftermath, what theyre gonna say, cause siffrin is just trying to shorten the scene. But no. The others don't know, and never will.

Okay onto the next scene-

THE FIGHT WITH THE KING. oh. My god. Okay so first of all, the music. It was like hearing a song in your head. In a very small space. It was so damn awful, its like i could FEEL siffrins anxiety and tiredness. It was. An experience. Oh and how the king strated to actually get worried for him and suggest to stop the fight. Even though he was just trying to fool siffrin into getting beaten, it shows just how visibly exhausted the loops got siffrin to be. And whoah, just how raw the experience was when he was slowly getting frozen in time, unlike simply dying and looping back. I could really feel his exhaustion through the screen. It was, again, awful. 10/10

Okay last scene

THE VS FRIENDS SCENE OHHH MY GOD. Main character with group of friends who has deep problems and doesn't wanna tell anyone and reaches a breaking point and becomes a weird version of themselves representing their emotions while their friends are trying to get them back to normal? YES PLEASE. this moment got me so so so emotional i even shed a tear. Its just. my kind of emotional. I fricking loved it. 100/10

Okay im done w the scenes now ill talk about random stuff

Euphrasie scares me. She is just so... weird? Barely human like? I mean, yes the parts where she kept breaking down were really good, but seeing her so normal and unphased after everything that happened is just so... off? Okay thats all about her that I've got to say

MUSIC IN ACT 5

oh my god. I shit my pants when i heard the changed dormont town thingy place theme. Hearing something so similar yet SO DIFFERENT made me feel so strange. Its like the whole landscape changed. It didnt even FEEL like dormont anymore it was just - a place full of tension and tireness. Absolutely awful.

Oh and there comes the house theme. THOSE GLITCHING SOUNDS WERE MAKING ME SCREAM IN FEAR HELP. Everything was so sudden, and then boom its gone, then all the sounds are overlapping, it was like a quiet panic attack put into music. Awful. Amazing. Definitely delivers the point.

Oh and did i mention the pauses in the music. That felt so weird, sometimes i even thought either my game was broken or i had just gone deaf. And they were so random, thats what made it worse.

And also the points where you just get teloported into random rooms in the house? And some of them are even flipped, or just full of barrels? It legit reminded me of those glitches in old Minecraft, where youd get part of the overworld brushed into a plain or random objects spawning. Scary. Unnerving.

And the last thing i forgot to mention: how everybody started noticing everything siffrin did in the last loop: burnt sugar smell, the weird rooms in the house, the housemaiden glitching. Just shows how they arent some npcs, some actors, but are, too, living in the moment. Incredible, loved it.

Okay so thats all for now , might add smth later if my brain will keep me awake again lmao

Anyways 100/10 game.

Ps i cant wait to see what happens in the twohats ending. I hope loop isnt mad at us for forgetting about them :(

[dreamingofep]

Returning to Your Angel pt.2🥀

A Phantom of the Opera!Elvis fic

Prompt: After fleeing the Opera House unexpectedly five years ago, you're back hoping to start a new chapter. But your undeniable attraction to the Phantom makes your life more complicated than you hoped.

TW: Tension, spicinesssss, fingering, oral, a smidge of angst

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7.3k

A/N: Hi everyone! I can't wait another moment to keep this next part from you all! I'm so excited for you all to read this. It was longer than I anticipated but I just couldn’t stop writing!🫣 Feel free to let me know if you want me to add you to my taglist for this fic! Enjoy!

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Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world

Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before

You believed every word he said without hesitation. Getting to hear that beautiful voice ring out before you was unforgettable. You never wanted him to stop the serenade. He made it clear how much he missed you. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you missed him too.

Let your soul take you where you long to be

Only then can you belong to me

That pretense made you almost inconsolable. To be his. God you wish that was true in some ways. No one could make you feel the way he made you feel. You wish you could be with him for days on end, hearing him sing and bask in his presence. The world could not accept that fate though. He was seen as dangerous and while you understand that logic, you didn’t see him like that. He was misunderstood, a troubled lonely soul like you. In some ways, that’s why you felt you two were so attached to each other. There wasn’t another soul who understood you the way he did

Help me make the music of the night…

God yes, anything for him. You couldn’t get over him. He was so bewitching and had your full attention the whole time you were with him. There were so many things you wanted to ask him. What did he do over those five years you were gone? Did he continue to write? Was he furious when he found out you left…

You couldn’t get into that now with him. You didn’t want to get him upset. You could barely form any coherent sentences when you were around him anyway. It felt maddening being near him again. You swore you’d keep your distance but it was like you were pulled together by an unstoppable force.

Everything was a distraction here. The smell of his cologne was subtle and yet has you wanting to bury your nose in his chest all night long. It was so familiar and couldn’t forget it. You remembered how he smelled when he would be behind you at the piano learning a new piece of music. You could bathe yourself in his scent and be so pleased. Just his existence was a distraction. He was playing the piano, his fingers dancing so gracefully on the keys. His fingers were long and slender, making you think about how they felt on you… and how they would leave you reeling for more of his touch. He sat there with his legs spread apart making your thoughts go elsewhere.

But he still made you nervous. There was something about his energy that had your heart racing when you were near him. When he spoke to you, you could have sworn you were in a trance. The combination of his beauty, his angelic voice, and his overwhelming presence has your head spinning. He felt intoxicating. The few times you drank wine felt like this. You were giddy and filled with splendor.

He was composing something new for you and wanted you to look at the music. You hum the melody softly and can feel how dramatic the music is going to be. He stands up from his piano bench and offers you the seat.

“Sing for me. I want to hear how this sounds from your beautiful voice.”

You tremble slightly at the request. It has been so long since you’ve sung in front of him. You hadn’t been practicing all this time you’ve been away. You were afraid you didn’t have it anymore.

“I-I haven’t been practicing…” you say sheepishly.

“Just try. Your voice probably sounds better than the last time you sang to me,” he smirks. You clearly remember the last time you sang to him… there was so much turmoil in the Opera House and you were begging him to listen to you. Begging for him to not be so drastic but he wouldn’t listen…

You try to shake that memory and look into those pleading blue eyes of his. Oh, how could you say no to him? Not when he’s looking like that.

“I can try… what if you don’t like it?”

“That’s impossible my Angel. I love everything about you. Just try,” he says again.

You clear your throat and begin to sing quietly. The aria made you emotional as it was so beautifully composed. You missed this. You missed singing his music. It filled you with life. You felt yourself soaring with each note and didn’t want to be brought down.

You wanted to know if he liked how it was sounding so far but you didn’t want to stop. You glance over quickly at him and it makes your voice quaver. He looks intoxicated on you. His eyes are heavy and his chest rises and falls more than normal. It was quite a sight to behold. He was looking like that because of you, you remind yourself. Just your voice was making him weak. He gets closer to you, his eyes trailing up and down your silhouette. You stammer over a line as you try to refocus on the song but it’s no use. He’s in your line of vision and all you want to do is fall at his feet.

You can’t go on as your mouth runs dry and you can’t catch your breath anymore. You stare at him helplessly and try to say something to him. He kneels before you to get closer to you, making it even harder to breathe.

“Keep going,” he tells you. You look up at him as your hand trembles with the sheet music.

“I-I can’t, I breathe when you’re this close to me,” you say shakily.

“Why my sweet? Why do you feel like that?” He asks, putting his hand on your thigh. You freeze at his touch. Even through the material of your nightgown, you can feel the coolness of his touch, making it so evident he never left this cold, sunless place.

You couldn’t find just one reason he made you feel so on edge. There were too many to list.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been near you, I’m not used to how you make me feel.”

“I know, it has been too long,” he says low as his thumb rubs against your thigh.

You take a sharp breath in and nod your head at him. God his touch did something abhorrent to you. Both mind and body. His eyes continue to stare at your lips.

“Must you stare at me like this,” you tremble.

“Like what,” he asks innocently.

“Like you are starving for my attention…”

His lips close and form a little smirk.

“What if I am?”

God help me.

“I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere,” you assure.

“Good I’m glad, but it is time to get you back, dawn is breaking.” He says getting up and taking the sheet of music from your hand.

You wanted to spend all day and night with him if he would allow. But you had an obligation to the opera house and practice. Madame Giry would have a fit if you missed the second day of rehearsals. Not a great start to your day.

“Okay,” you say defeated. “Wait what time is it?” Thinking no more than two hours had passed but he said the sun was almost coming up. Time down here moved independently, it never slowed down when you so desperately wished it did.

“5:30, you have rehearsal in a few hours, you need rest my sweet,” he says lovingly.

You nod your head disappointedly and he leads you back to the boat.

You sit here in silence, still not believing you’re back here. The sound of the water sloshing through the narrow passageways of this place echoes so loudly. It doesn’t take long for you to reach the other side of the lake and see the dark passageways illuminated with candlelight as you two approach. He takes your hand as he leads you back to the dressing room. You walk behind him slightly, wanting to memorize every detail about him before you leave him. He would occasionally look behind him and not say a word, probably doing the same thing you were.

You approach the mirror and you stop in your tracks, not ready to say goodbye to him. He lets go of your hand and reaches into the inside of his jacket. He pulls out a red rose with a long stem and holds it before you.

“For you my Angel, whenever you see one of these, that means I want you to come to me. Do you understand?” He asks low.

“Yes, I do.” You understand that it was he who left all those roses on the staircase the day you arrived. He was begging for your attention.

“I'll be waiting for you,” he coos before placing a kiss on the back of your hand. Butterflies swarm in your belly and your breath gets sucked out of you.

No don’t leave me yet…

You turn your back to him and step into the dressing room once more. You wanted one more look at him, seeing if he was as flustered with your presence as you were. You turn around and the mirror is closed and all you could see was your bewildered eyes staring back at you.

*

You didn’t get a blink of sleep when you floated back to your bedroom. You didn’t feel like you were on the earth. You were floating in his orbit and didn’t want to be back down. All you could think about was him. How wonderful he looked, how captivating he was. Even when you closed your eyes you saw him. You saw those fierce eyes and how they burned into your skin when he looked at you. Lord, he was too much yet you could never get enough of him. You had already started thinking of when he might ask you back. You hoped it was tonight… you already missed him.

Rehearsal went as expected; horrible. You’ve been sleep-deprived for the last two nights and can’t focus to save your life. Some of the girls weren’t particularly nice to you about it either. You didn’t blame them though, you were better than this and were making a terrible impression.

Madame Giry called you to the side after rehearsal was through, a scowl worn on her face.

“What is going on with you?”

“I’m sorry,” you mutter.

“I know you’re better than this,” she says as she lifts your chin to look at her. Her eyebrows furrow together and sees the dark circles under your eyes.

“Why haven’t you been sleeping?” She asks. You stay silent. You don’t want to give her the satisfaction of being right. You couldn’t denounce him. You needed to be with him again and she knew it from the moment you stepped foot back here.

“Were you with your Angel?” She says quietly.

You look in her eyes and that’s all she needed to know.

“Mhmm… go get some rest, I’ll expect to see you at rehearsals tomorrow well rested.”

You turn on your heels as quickly as you can. You wouldn’t fight the fact you needed sleep. You quickly get out of your leotard and tights and take a bath. The water was warm, feeling nice on your skin, and soothed you.

You put a nightgown on even though it was practically midday, but it was something comfortable to sleep in. You fluffed your pillow and have never fallen asleep so fast in your life.

*

You get woken by a soft knock at your door. It was still a bit light outside, probably no later than five in the afternoon. At least you didn’t sleep the whole day away. You open the door and find Madame Giry there.

“Sorry to wake you, but the Viconte is upstairs looking for you,” she says blandly. A smile lights up your face. You wanted to see him and catch up with the familiar face. He was so sweet to you the other day. You hoped he was free most of the evening to be with you and talk like old times.

“Okay, tell him I’ll be there in five minutes,” you say sweetly and shut the door softly. You ruffle through your clothes to find something presentable. It wasn’t like you had a lot of money, some of your clothes were older and showed their age. You’d do your best to keep them in pristine shape and would mend them yourself. You did have one nice evening dress that was powder blue with sleeves that fell off your shoulders. It made you feel so elegant. You added white sheer stockings and gloves to complete the look.

You pinned your hair up halfway and let the rest fall down your back. You had a small mirror in the corner of the room and gave yourself a quick glance. You liked how you looked in this dress and were out the door. You walk quickly to the grand staircase and find Raoul on the first step. He looked dashing and his face lit up again when he saw you.

“Look at you! You’re so beautiful!” He exclaims hugging you. You giggle as he picks you up off your feet and sets you down gently.

“You look wonderful too. I’m so glad you’re here!”

“I was hoping you were free to spend the rest of the evening with me and take you to dinner if that’s alright with you?”

“Yes, of course, I have no other plans today,” you say excitedly.

“Wonderful, I thought we could walk around towns square and get dinner later.”

“I’d love that,” you say sweetly.

He takes your hand and hooks your arm around his, guiding you out of the Opera House. You glance behind your shoulder, feeling a set of eyes on you but no one was there.

*

Your evening was like a fairytale. Raoul was so sweet to you and made you feel like a lady. You talked about various subjects and it felt like you never left. There was no five-year span where you hadn’t seen each other. It was so easy to talk to him and pick up where you left off.

He took you to a fine Parisian restaurant and sat by the window. It looked out at the city and the soft gleam of the lights twinkling throughout the area. The food was decedent and was some of the best you’ve ever had. Between laughs and faltering stares, Raoul asks what’s really in his mind.

“Where did you go Little Lottie? I mean, you left so suddenly. No one knew where you went,” he says gently.

You sigh, not wanting to talk about this but he deserved some honesty.

“It’s complicated, but I knew I needed to leave at that moment. If I never did, I would probably still be here, feeling trapped and miserable. I needed a new experience,” you try to explain. He nods his head, trying to understand where you are coming from.

“But what about us? Did that ever stop you from leaving even for a second?” He asks with tears in his eyes. Your heart breaks for him. You didn’t mean to hurt him, it was for his safety too. You left to protect him and not be the target of a dangerous ploy.

You take a deep breath before speaking, “Of course I did, it was one of my first thoughts. But it wasn’t the right time for us.”

“When will be the right time for us?”

“I-I don’t know. Truly I don’t know,” you say shaken by the blunt question.

“I loved you, you know,” he says quietly.

You grab his hand across the table and hold it, wishing you could fix the pain you caused him.

“I know, I just wasn’t ready to be loved.”

He squeezes your hand as he looks down, nodding his head.

“It’s okay, I understand… maybe now is the right time?” He asks innocently.

You wanted to break down and cry. God what he was asking of you was almost impossible. What you told him was the truth, you weren’t ready to be loved by him. It was too much and not to mention too dangerous in the Opera House. You can’t look at him, you are bound to lose your emotions and become a blubbering mess.

“Raoul, I did lo-,” You look away from him and try to collect your thoughts but you freeze.

A vase of dark red roses sat on the table directly behind Raoul. The kind he gives you. You could have sworn they were not there when you two walked in here. You would have noticed. You always notice when those roses are around. The scent of them swirls in your head and instantly take your hand away from Raoul. You look paranoid, quickly glancing over your shoulder to see if he’s here. He’s never left the Opera House… you think? You actually weren’t sure if he ever left that dark underground world of his.

Your breathing becomes shallow and uncontrolled.

“Christine, what’s wrong,” Raoul says concerned.

“We need to go,” you say quickly.

“What? What’s wrong-,”

“We need to go now!” You snap.

You get that chill down your spine when he’s around. Oh God no, he can’t be here. No this could end so badly for Raoul. He’s calling for you to come to him… that’s why those roses are there. You don’t know how they got there but you know they’re for you. Raoul doesn’t object any further and tells the front desk to get his carriage.

*

Raoul drops you in the front of the building and you quickly thank him for a wonderful evening. You apologize for the sudden change of plans but you needed to be back and rest for rehearsals. He tried to understand and didn’t question it further. You rush into the grand entrance and make a beeline to the dressing room. You knew he’d be waiting for you. There was no doubt about it.

You shakily open the dressing room door and close it behind you. A singular candle was lit and a red rose was placed on the vanity. You glance at the mirror and all you can see is your own reflection. You begin to panic. You didn’t want him angry with you, you just started to get his trust. The flame flickers and you can sense he’s near. God you wanted to be in his good graces again. You had been eagerly waiting to back with him. You just didn’t want to be on bad terms with him because you went out with Raoul.

You grab the rose and and stand in front of the mirror. You were truly desperate to be in his presence. You’d do anything to make this right with him.

“Angel, please hear me. I need you to come to me. Please I beg of you,” you cry.

So much silence surrounded you and you could barely see anything beyond the mirror. He has to hear you, he never leaves you alone like this.

“Angel I’m here, just like you want, please come to me,” you say louder. A frightening chill runs through you once more and the mirror opens slowly. You see him dressed in all black once again. The sight of him makes it hard to breathe. You walk to him and wait for his hand to extend out like it always does.

He looks at you up and down slowly, seeing your heaving chest and your trembling hand reach out for him. He finally takes your hand in his and squeezes you tighter than he normally does.

“Where have you been my sweet?” He says low, pulling you in and leading you down the low-lit corridor.

Your heart pounds away and your feet can barely move.

“Out,” you whisper.

He looks back at you and you can tell he is not pleased.

“You kept me waiting.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimper.

You reach the shores of the lake and he helps you get out. You don’t know what to say to him right away. Was it him at dinner? Did he put those roses there? Or was it your imagination and you were jumping to conclusions?

He pulls you up the stairs to the piano. His eyes are drinking you in like a fine wine as he stays silent. He offers you to sit down on the piano bench and you do as he wishes. He continues to hold your hand and inspects your hand. He caresses it with his gloved hand and kneels before you, bringing it to his mouth. He kisses your hand like he has been waiting to do this since you left in the morning. His lips never fail to make you feel that warm feeling in your belly. He continuously peppers kisses up your hand and up your forearm. Your skin prickles as you let him sanctify you. You’d let him do this to you all night if he wanted. You loved the way he made you feel.

He pauses and looks up at you through his thick eyelashes.

“I’m sorry to be cross, I’ve just missed you so much, darling.”

If you weren’t sitting down already, you would have collapsed. Just hearing that come from him was the best thing to hear. It honestly surprised you. You thought he’d grow worried about who you were with.

But how could someone like him miss you? You were just a girl. There were so many other talented, better-looking women he could have fallen for.

“I’ve missed you too,” you breathe. His lips go back on your hands and he breathes deeply as he kisses your skin. You hardly ever touched him before, you always got overwhelmed by him and couldn’t find the courage to do it. But tonight… tonight might be a different story. There was desperation in these kisses.

You look down at him kneeling in front of you and for the first time, you don’t fight your instincts. You tangle your hand in his hair and he makes a low grumble because of it. His hair felt soft and thick, rubbing your hand against his head. Something about touching him like this was so satisfying. That sound he made when he felt your touch was so addictive. You’d love to hear him like that over and over again…

He looks up at you again, a devious look on his face. He gently takes your hand from his head and holds both of your hands in his. Your breath softly staggers as you look at him, wanting to touch him again.

“What’s wrong my Angel?” He asks, squeezing your hands gently. You shake your head, trying to convince him nothing is wrong. He doesn’t believe you, but lifts your fingers to his lips, kissing them softly.

“You don’t need to lie to me, tell me.”

“I’ve told you, you make it very hard to focus.”

“What are you thinking of?”

You loving me… Covering me in your kisses…

The way this heat grew in your belly, it was overwhelming and you could feel the heat spread down to your core.

“How your lips feel on me…”

“And how do they feel darling?”

“So good, they make me feel so…”

“Mmm, and your skin feels good on my lips…”

One of his hands trails down to your calf and lightly strokes your leg. Your body stills and can’t breathe anymore.

You stand up and try to get some air. But looking down at his heated eyes makes you want to cry his name to the heavens.

“I need to use the restroom before we start… practicing,” you say hoarsely. He doesn’t get up off his knees and nods his head.

“Okay Angel, you remember where your room is?”

How could you forget? You fainted when he first showed you your very own room made just for you.

“I remember, thank you,” you say before slowly trekking up the stairs and delving further into his lair.

You pull the curtain to enter the room and it still takes your breath away. It was decorated so beautifully. Gorgeous ornate candle holders lined the room and a beautiful gold mirror was in the corner of the room. The most beautiful bed was in the middle of the room and looked so inviting. It was round, the frame shaped like a swan with soft red linens and a black canopy that hung above it. Oh, it must feel like a dream to sleep there. It looked so inviting…

You refocus and turn to the bathroom. That was also decorated beautifully with a large tub and a beautiful mirror. You look at your reflection and see how flustered you’ve gotten. Your cheeks were tinged pink and your hair fell from the pins you put in it before dinner. You smooth out your curls and try to regroup yourself before you go out there to see him again. That heat in between your legs didn’t simmer down and it was aggravating. This man was beyond distracting, he was affecting your very mind and body. You sit down on the lip of the tub and try to take deep breaths. You place your hands on top of your thighs and close your eyes.

All you see is his long, slender, talented hands. Oh God no. This is so bad. You’ve had these sinful thoughts of him touching your bare skin before. You’ve even dreamed of it. Those were some of the most powerful and vivid dreams you’ve ever had. It felt like he was right there, they felt so real. But you’d wake up to an empty bed in a cold sweat and wetness dripping down your thighs.

You scrunch up your dress to see if you are okay to go out there again. Your fingers slide up your thighs and gasp at the pool of arousal that had spilled there. You quickly pull down your dress and clean your hands. There was water in a pitcher and a large bowl next to it. The cool water made you refocus and not the mess between your legs. The mess he caused.

You make your way back to where he is by the piano and he’s sitting there facing your direction, eagerly waiting for you. You give him a soft smile and get closer to him, an awful idea with your current situation.

“Are you ready to start something new darling?” He asks as you stand beside him.

“Y-yes. Yes, I am.”

“Wonderful, I know you’ll love this one,” he says as he hands you the sheet music for it.

He begins to play the first few notes and you begin to sing the song. The first few bars were challenging and as he got further along in the melody, the high notes were difficult to reach in particular. You were out of breath and couldn’t keep your voice steady. He glances up at you, seeing how you're struggling to sing the aria. One look from him and you were putty.

He stops briefly, looking at you with concern.

“What is it darling?’

“It's just- this is a harder song to sing than I’m used to… I can’t find my breath,” you explain. He looks at you for a moment and stands up.

He stands behind you and slowly puts his arms around your waist. You freeze in place, those sinful hands touching you in a way you’ve only dreamed of.

“Breathe in deeper before certain notes, from here,” he says as he caresses the middle of your torso. You take a sharp breath in and can’t form any words. You nod your head and try to get him to understand you’re listening. His hands continue to roam, making the smallest movements on your body that make you feel dizzy.

“You’re barely breathing my Angel, what’s wrong” he asks low in your ear, making your core throb.

You couldn’t take this anymore, it was all too much and you thought you might die from all this tension. He knew what he was doing, he wanted to see you like this. You lean into his tall frame and sigh. His hands almost instinctively wrap around you tighter.

“You’ve created this need inside me that is incomprehensible…”

He softly sighs in your ear and his hand slides down to your upper thigh and back up to your rib cage. You thought you might die without his touch on your skin. It was the most bizarre feeling you’ve ever had. No other man had made you feel an ounce of what he makes you feel.

You slowly turn around to face him. Being this close to his face took your breath away. He was so distractingly gorgeous and those blue eyes had you melting in his arms.

“Angel, I am weak, forgive me…” you pause as you slowly raise your hand to his face. He felt perfect and better than you dreamed. “There is this fever inside of me you’ve created… It’s been inside me for so many years now...”

He stays silent, breathing shallowly as he takes your face in his hand. You feel your body weaken, wanting him to take control.

“I know… I have tried to fight it too but it’s too strong… too undeniable this attraction we have for each other.” He coos.

You nod your head, your thumb gently stroking his face. His other hand snakes around your waist and pulls you ever so slightly closer to him. There was still room between you two but you could swear he could feel the heat radiating from you when he smiled and looked down at your body. He leans in close and tucks your hair behind your ear.

“If you’re only feeling the heat, then I have been fully aflame the moment I laid eyes on you. Everything about you attracts me and I am the fire to ignite us both in passion…”

You can’t hold back anymore and cling to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The feeling of his body pressed against yours was criminally addictive. You gasp and scratch at his suit, longing for his touch.

“Please, I- I need you,” you whimper. He lets out a low, gravelly sigh and closes his eyes when he hears you say this.

“Angel no, I’m not what you need.”

“Yes you are, no one else makes me feel this way,” you cry, “There’s no one else that can satiate this heat inside me.”

You swore his eyes grew a shade darker as lust flooded his mind. He swiftly picks you up by the backs of your knees and your torso. He carried you easily toward your curtained room. He looks down at you like you are this fragile creature in his arms. The curtain pulls back and you’re in your room. He gently puts your feet back on the floor and you keep your arms wrapped around his neck.

You stretch in your tippy toes to get closer to his beautiful face. You look at his perfect lips and need them on you again. You caress the side of his face and try to lean in. He cautiously leans back and closes his eyes.

“I can’t do this with you, I promised I wouldn’t ruin you…”

You hold onto him tighter, not liking a single word he’s said.

You shake your head distraught, “No please, you told me you would always take care of me. I need you to take care of me now.”

He bites his lip slowly, pausing for only a moment, then places his hand on the back of your head and pulls you in for a passionate kiss. You groan at the feeling. His lips felt perfect and he kissed you with a never-ending passion. You felt the fire inside you roar, needing him more than ever. You embrace him tighter, loving every second of this.

His hands roam down your back, pulling you as tight as possible to his body. You savor the softness of his lips and groan at the growing pulse inside your core. You’re breathless with every kiss. It felt like a dream. You always wanted to know what it would feel like for him to touch you. To hold you. To kiss you with an undeniable urgency of making you his.

He breaks the kiss, looking almost as breathless as you. You feel his fingers on your back work the laces off your dress, making it loose on your frame. He slowly turns you and moves your hair to one shoulder. You feel his breath in the crook of your neck, his soft lips kissing you there gently.

You pull your arms out of the dress and slip it off of you, leaving you only in your corset, chemise, and stockings.

He sighs when he looks at you, mesmerized by your beauty.

“My God, you’re more beautiful than I ever imagined…” he breathes, placing another heated kiss on your lips.

You pull at the lapels of his jacket and desperately need his hands on you again. He looks down at your corset and his finger grabs onto the top of it, touching your breasts slightly as he begins to unfasten it and his eyes burn into yours. Your heart hammers away, not believing this is happening. You look down to see he’s gotten to the last fastened eyelet and he stops. You place your hands on top of his and get him to remove the corset from your body.

His eyes stare at your body through the thin chemise and a shiver runs through your body. He looks intoxicated by your presence and has a soft smirk on his face as he looks at you. He pulls your body to his again and his hands caress your breasts, groaning when he squeezes them. He can barely breathe normally, he is overwhelmed like you. His thumb grazes your pebbled nipple and makes you hiss at the sensation. Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest and you’re sure he can feel it.

His hands quickly move to your hips and scrunch up the thin material and pull it up off of you. You tremble slightly as the cool air wraps around your body. He acts right away and swoops you off your feet and gently places you in the bed behind you. The warm, soft bedding wraps you up in comfort and you relax a bit. You watch him take his jacket off and get in the bed with you. He kneels where your knees are bent and traces your calf with his forefinger, analyzing your naked body partially shown to him. His eyes were like a wild animal, hungry and full of energy.

“You want me to take care of you?” He asks low.

“Yes, please, I can’t take wait any longer.” You whine, feeling the heat between your legs melt you from the inside out.

He places his hands on the backs of your knees and spreads your legs apart. He bites his lower lip when he sees you like this. You were nervous to be seen like this. No one has looked at you like he is now. He grovels to himself and breathes shallowly.

“What is it?” You ask him.

“Oh darling you’re so- exquisite… I’ve made you such a beautiful mess,” he groans. You snicker at that sentiment, you never would have thought he’d say those words to you. His thumb slowly drags over your sensitive bud and you gasp at the friction. It felt better than you could have imagined. He circles your entrance and gathers the slick that’s coming out of you. You look at him and moan, loving how he’s making you feel.

He pulls you lower on the bed, getting your body closer to him and has you wrap your legs around his waist. Your hands grasp onto the sheets as you look down at his wandering hands, making you feel unglued. You notice something else… you notice how tight his pants are. The outline of his length ran down his thigh and pushed against his black slacks. You wanted to reach out and see what it felt like…Your attention gets pulled back to his hands though as his index finger rubs through your folds and pushes at your entrance.

“Is this the heat you speak of?” He asks low.

“Yes, it is,” you gasp.

You were more sensitive than you thought and didn’t know what to expect from his touch. You close your eyes and writhe slightly, trying to get ahold of yourself. He pushes his slender finger inside you and you wrap around him tautly. He lets out a satisfied sigh of his own as he slowly pushes more inside of you.

“So wet for me hmm,” he groans. You nod your head at him. It was all true, he’s the only one that gets you like this and after years and years of trying not to think of him, the dam broke and you need him like air.

He continues to move slowly but your hips have other ideas. You couldn’t lay still and needed to move. You roll your hips up and down as his finger slides in and out of you, creating more pleasure. Just the sight of that has him groaning.

“That’s it darling, fall apart just like that,” he groans. You cry out and feel the heat inside of you build. You feel another finger play at your entrance and slowly enter you. You gasped at the sensation and looked at him wide-eyed.

“Oh my God,” you grumble.

“I know, I know, you’re so perfect.”

You struggle for air and feel the warmth in the belly spread more. He places his other hand on your hip to still you and he begins to curl his fingers deep inside of you. You cry out in ecstasy, never feeling such a sensation. He repeats the same motion over and over and over. You grab onto his arm that’s at your waist. You look at him in despair but his face is also in just as much pleasure. He is loving every second of this and is getting the same satisfaction you’re feeling.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you begin to feel your walls flutter around his fingers.

“Good girl, that’s it, let yourself go and cum,” he grunts as he pumps his fingers more and has his other hand slither to your throbbing bud. He rubs it in circles, putting the most delicious amount of pressure on it.

Your body tenses and you gasp for breath. Your hands grapple at the sheets and feel yourself flush with pleasure. Your core squeezes around his digits, pulsing with each stroke of his hand. It felt like lightning entered your body. It was the most intense, climactic thing you’ve ever felt. You can’t hold back the cry of pleasure that escapes your throat as your body gets flooded with your orgasm. It all felt too good, you couldn’t get over how he could make you fall apart like this. All you can see behind your closed eyes are a rainbow of stars.

You can feel your pleasure start to slowly plateau and you open your eyes to look at him. He looks spent too, heaving at the sight of you and slowly pulling his fingers out of you. You moan at the loss of him but he doesn’t pay attention to your protest. He was so focused on you. He pulls you to the edge of the bed, your legs overhanging and he gets on his knees again. You prop yourself up on your elbows to see what he is about to do. He spreads your legs open again and has a tight grip on your thighs before settling his face between them. You feel his tongue lap at the wetness that has spilled out of you and he eats you like he’s emaciated. He groans as he tastes you, dipping his tongue lightly into your entrance and groaning louder. You can feel the coldness of his porcelain mask grazes your skin with each movement of his mouth.

Your whole body shudders like never before and reach out your arm to touch his head.

“Oh my God- Angel please,” you whimper. His tongue licks at your aching bud before sucking on it gently. Your hips involuntarily buck into his mouth and you cry out again, feeling your pleasure swell through you. He sucks on it more, letting out another guttural moan. You feel your core flutter over that sound he makes… that sound of passion. You’d never be able to forget how he sounds giving you such intense ecstasy.

He stops, panting for breath and taking in your body before him. His mouth glistened with your wetness and he uses his thumb to wipe it off, putting it to his mouth after and sucking on it. Making sure not a drop of you get wasted.

“I’m sorry for getting so carried away… I just couldn’t help myself and needed to keep making you feel good,” he says slyly.

You have to look away from him or you’d groan over what he was saying. It was so attractive the way he spoke of how much he wanted to make you feel good. You didn’t think a man could be so selfless. He turns your body back on the bed so you can lay down on the bed fully. He pulls the blanket over you and it engulfs you in warmth.

“Did I- satisfy the heat that was inside you? At least, for a little while?” He quips.

At least for a little while… oh God this man has ruined me.

With a shaky voice, you try to tell him, “Yes you did… completely. I’ve never felt such pleasure…”

He kneels in the bed again, leaning over your body to kiss you. Those lips were heaven sent you were sure of it. So soft and now they had you all over them.

“Good darling, I loved giving it to you.”

You pull at his shirt, wanting him closer as you kiss him more intensely. Your fingers feel the soft hairs on his chest and how cool and perfect his skin felt under here. He groans into your mouth as you do so and your hands trail more down his body. You wanted to feel him. You wanted to feel what it was like when a man wanted you so carnally.

He stops your hands before they can get to his waistband.

“No.” He says softly.

“Why?”

He quickly gets off the bed and turns away from you. You could see he was distraught by the question. You watch his shoulders rise and fall as he hides his face from you.

“Angel I don’t think you understand, nothing about me is pleasant to look at. I’m meant to be covered and sheltered from the world.” He says low as he looks over his shoulder.

It tore your heart that he thought of himself like that. That is not the man you see in front of you. You had never seen him like that. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen and know the rest of him was beautiful too.

“I don’t believe you.”

“What?”

“I don’t believe you. I don’t see the same man you’ve painted yourself to be. I want to give you the same pleasure you have given me,” you tell him.

He turns around to face you, sighing when he sees you lying there. He doesn’t say anything, just sorrow filling his eyes. You boldly pull back the blanket again, revealing yourself to him. His lips part as he looks at you again with the same glimmering look in his eye.

“Please come here,” you beg.

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Holding hands - KR7

[ 645 words ]

[ master list ]

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ Warnings; smut, slight size kink, hand kink, choking, fingering, praise kink, and poorly google translated Finnish (lol)

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ Pairing; soft domKimi x innocent subreader (female)

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ Summary; Kimi had noticed the reader sneaking glances of his hands while bored, so he decides to surprise her.

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ Authors note; first post, also first time writing smut so I’m sorry if it sucks 😭.

You bounce you’re leg, letting out a sigh. Your bored, you’ve been since about an hour ago. You and Kimi were watching some show he had picked out in the living room, which you had no interest in. Glancing at Kimi, your gaze immediately falling to his hands.

They were already so attractive, so big and vainy. You loved how big he was compared to your short frame, especially his hands, he could throw you around if he wanted, which truthfully you wish for nothing more in that moment. You snap back to reality when you realize he had just caught you staring, you turn your face away quickly, a heavy blush covering your cheeks. You can hear him let out a soft laugh.

“Rakkuas, what is bothering you” love he ask’s in a low voice. Resting his hand on your thigh gently, waiting for your response. You let out a small sigh as he placed his hand on your thigh.

“Nothing” gently squeezing your thighs together, trying to play it off. Keeping your gaze locked on the tv straight ahead. He leans closer to your ear, you feel his soft breath against your neck.

“Vauva don’t lie, I can see you squeezing your thighs together” baby he softly yet slowly drags his hand up your thigh. You watch his hand trail higher, towards the heat between your legs. You suck in a quiet breath. He smirks playfully, kissing from your jaw down your neck softly. His hand finally reaching your core, he rubs gentle, slow circles on your clothed clit.

“Kimi” you mumble closing your eyes quickly, wrapping your hand around his wrist.

“Want me to stop” he whispers against your neck, applying more pressure, rubbing your clit a bit harsher. You nod your head no vigorously, eyes shut tightly in pleasure, moans spilling from your lips.

“Words, Vauva” baby he mumbles into your neck, he picks up his pace as he waits for your response. His free hand sliding down to your hip, gently moving you to sit in his lap.

“Don’t stop” your head falls back in pleasure. Gripping his bicep tightly, bucking your hips into his hand. He pushes your underwear to the side, slowly slipping a finger into your cunt. You let out a loud moan, as he works your clit with his thumb. He pumps his finger in and out at a slow pace, curving his fingers to hit your sweet spot.

“teet niin hyvää minulle” your doing so good for me he slowly slips in a second finger. Picking up his pace, pumping his fingers faster. Still working your clit harshly with his thumb.

“Kimi I-I’m gonna-“ he speeds his fingers up. Moving his hand to your throat, squeezing it gently so you can still breathe. At this point your so close you can’t even put together a coherent sentence. The only thing slipping past your lips was moans and his name.

“Go ahead cum, cum all over my fingers Rakkuas” love he pulls you closer by the throat, kissing you passionately. It was sloppy but that and his words sent you right over the edge. You let out a loud porngraphic moan, your orgasm washes over you hard. You fall onto his chest as your body shakes.

“Still bored” he chuckles while looking down at you. He slowly slips his fingers out of your cunt, you let out soft moan. He moves his fingers up to your lips.

“imeä” suck he mumbles softly, you take his fingers in your mouth and suck gently. You moan at the taste of yourself on his fingers. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth with a small pop.

“Tired” Kimi asks quietly, wrapping his arms around you. You nod your head gently against his chest.

“Round two after my nap” you mumble into his chest. He looks down at you grinning.

“Sounds Perfect”

[groenendaelfic]

Hey,

haven't seen you around a lot lately. Just writing to check in. how is it going? Wish you a nice evening

it is going, thank you for asking!

Life has been very busy these past few months but is moving in a hopefully good and definitely exciting direction.

In this particular order (if memory serves correctly) I've:

decided to move halfway across the continent

marked the one year anniversary of the worst time of my life

had other people mark the one year anniversary of the worst time of my life with all that entails

quit my job (I'd been planning that for a while)

had my boss and hr offer to let me go instead and half my notice period to two months (aka 'give' me more money and facilitate my move, yay pity)

started looking for a place to live and organizing my move

found a new job in a slightly different corner of halfway across the continent (I start July 1st)

got my request for citizenship approved (epic timing guys)

found a place to live in an awesome area (I will be able to do all my errands on foot and my new job is only a short bike ride away)

told everyone I was leaving for sure

signed the paperwork to have my uncle in law take over the place here

had my cousin offer to move my stuff with his remodeled fire engine in exchange for gas and (bridge) tolls

did all the paperwork in the universe ever

started saying my goodbyes for now (I still have lots of family and friends etc here so I'll be back a lot)

had my cousin tell me he'd make a bro trip out of the move because his friends really wanted to see a basic bridge, and room and board plus no girls was all the compensation they needed for getting to carry my boxes

said thanks but no thanks to citizenship (sorry Wille, you'll always be my King)

was asked if I minded the move taking a bit longer because the guys wanted to stop for totally unplanned soccer (a not insignificant part of their motivation if not a deciding factor I dare say)

did more move and job leaving planning and paperwork

welcomed, fed and watered a bunch of guys really into soccer bridges and very disappointed I didn't have more boxes they could compete carrying

prepared a big lunch basket and said goodbye to said guys and my boxes

sat down to write this list wondering where I should celebrate midsummer (aka do I want to travel back and forth to get everything ready or stay until it's time to hand in my work laptop etc)

Phew, yes. Also a million other things which won't come to mind right now. Thank you to everyone who left me such kind messages btw. I appreciate them so much but am still learning to respond to kindness and compliments without awkwardness. They nevertheless give me life.

In more interesting news to everyone here I've also done a lot of writing.

Mostly on One Wild Summer, which has already grown into a monster, but I've been writing the exciting parts later on and still guesstimate a 15k or so stretch which needs bridging to get to all the fun stuff I've already written.

but also on The Prince and the Barista and As Long as We Have Each Other. I only need to make it coherent and once again fill the gap to where I stopped posting.

plus *cue exasperated sighs* I'm also 9k+ into a new fic! The (once more) absolutely most self-indulgent thing I've ever written in this fandom and something I swore I never would turn into a proper fic. Expect the prologue for that (which was meant to be 500 words and not 5k) soonish.

Everything else including regular updates not before mid to late July though I think. Because moving and starting a new job and life means busy times and while I can write scribble down connected sentences with half a mind, I can't beta read and edit with half a mind.

tl;dr: I am still writing yr fic and haven't abandoned my fics, but am also busy moving. goodbye cloudberries and lingonberries, hello wineberries vineyards and appleberries apple orchards.

[future--ghost]

I started thinking about Sammy Lawrence again. He genuinely means so much to me because he's such missed potential. The creators of Bendy proved that they COULD write good characters, but just don't. If time constraints are an issue, maybe you should deviate from your formula? Susie/Malice is a good character. She has development throughout the chapters, even if we don't explicitly see her much. Her actions resonate through the studio, not to mention that we can get her audio recordings from the past, each one showing her going from an excited, up-and-coming Alice to an angry, betrayed, bitter woman, who's about to become a victim to Joey. I WISH they'd explore Sammy more as a character. He could genuinely be so interesting. A talented musician who won an award, alongside his old friend and musical partner, Jack. Jack, who was a singer, and the sweeter of the two. Jack who can no longer form coherent sentences, nor can he sing any longer. Sammy, who has a more stable body than the rest of the lost ones, but who has lost himself to madness. One of the first overtaken by the ink. One of the first to be pulled into the depths of insanity by Joey's creations.

He could he so tragic. Sammy's belief in the Ink Demon "saving him from the inky abyss he calls a body" has always been considered dumb. How had he come to that opinion? That's something I'd see every once and a while after the release of chapter 2 of BATIM. After BATDR, I remember seeing a character analysis of Sammy's belief in the Ink Demon and how in BATDR, we saw a more manipulative and egotistical Ink Demon. It could be possible that the Ink Demon took advantage of Sammy's desire for his old body back to return to his former self. It'd be easy, wouldn't it? A sleep deprived musician who's been one of the first victims of the Ink. Spiraling downwards, even writing one last song, before the breakdown that marked the end to his former life. (Lighter Side of Hell was the last song Sammy composed before he broke down and was consumed by the Ink, I think.) I can't find the post, but I really did love that one, because ever since I've thought about him more.

Something I've thought about his character that has definitely sprouted from BATDR is Sammy's ability to compose in the form we see in the game. His body is made of Ink. INK. Ink doesn't hold a stable form. No matter what you do, it won't. It's not like skin. Skin will at least be soft enough to touch things, but inky will ripple at the touch of a string. Why might I mention strings? Sammy's favorite instrument is the Banjo, as he said in the Sammy Lawrence Hot Topic Twitter Takeover in 2017. Banjo is a string instrument, but an ink body wouldn't be able to use a string instrument. Sammy Lawrence physically cannot compose without damaging the ink body. The string would most likely cut through the ink. Not to mention all the other string instruments in the Music Department. He can still use other instruments, like percussion, right? It depends. The frequency might cause ripples in the ink. It depends on how it works. Personally, I'd like to think Sammy has a far more stable body, as his anatomy is not as see-through as the other lost ones. Sammy has a "skin" of sorts. The lost ones are just kind of bones, with ink dripping down. So Sammy may actually have a body under the ink, who knows! But my main point is that both Sammy and Jack are incapable of doing what their jobs and livelihoods were. Sammy can't compose his new body, which hinders the ability greatly. Jack can't sing. He was the more vocal of the two.

That's just a small bit of what they could think of. Idk that's just kinda been what I think about when it comes to Sammy.

[notnun]

After Becoming Enemies with the Lord God (和主神结仇后［快穿］) | Fu Bai Qu (浮白曲)

Links: Novelupdates | littlegremlintranslate

Tags: Quick Transmigration, Fantasy, Romance, Supernatural, Xianxia, Yaoi

Chapters: 117

Read on: 03/30/2025 to 04/01/2025

The spinoff of After I Married the Evil God, featuring Rong Yu and his king of gods 👍 I reread Evil God specifically to read this novel and I'm glad I did!

Rong Yu, the Son of Luck of world 6666, gained awareness of the myriad of worlds and defected, dooming world 6666 to destruction. For this, and for other crimes related to bringing chaos to the worlds, Rong Yu had his powers sealed by the Lord God Yan Zhuo, and was thrown into Punishment Worlds to serve out his sentence.

Could someone tell him why the Lord God keeps appearing in these worlds, unintentionally fishing him out of trouble?

... Wasn't this meant to be a punishment?

This novel starts out slow, lulling you into a false sense of security. And then Fu Bai Qu turns around, smiles, and starts digging your soul out the same way they always do in their novels!!! I somehow almost forgot this signature move of theirs while reading this!! That is to say, the first two worlds are pretty normal quick transmigration worlds with the normal tropes (love at first sight, lover is a plug-in, devastation after the MC leaves, immediate recognition of each other in the next world, etc). And then you start to feel a sense of incongruity. You (and Rong Rong) turn around and analyze the first two worlds along with the third and come to the same conclusion: something big is afoot here.

The author's ability to take the established tropes of a genre that tend to make a lot of these novels repetitive and turn that into something that's heart wrenching and painful is great and I wish to take a page out of their book in my own writing 🫡 I also love their continued use of the same universe, it was fun seeing mentions of Qi Ye and Qi Baicha and connect the dots as to when certain things were taking place. I love that the author also continues to use time, timeloops, and time paradoxes in conjunction with destiny and fate in these novels. Very good very yummy I am very weak to all of this 👍👍👍

Rong Yu is a burning hot flame, an arrogant lotus flower literally born to lord it over all others. He holds grudges, has a bad temper, and is vindictive. He's lazy, spoiled rotten by Yan Zhao in many of the worlds after winning him over, and hides his real thoughts and emotions carefully. He's afraid of being burnt after catching fire once, and he vents his grievances out on Yan Zhao-the source of his suffering. Everything he experienced, he vows returns to him tenfold.

But secretly, he's soft hearted.

Yan Zhao isssss. Spoilers. I love the dramatic switch of perspective to his in the last arc and the culmination of everything that is bad happening all at once. The despair 👍 The love that is immediately lost 👍 Fighting against the literal laws of the universe in an attempt to see him again 👍 Very good. I also want to cry over the reveal on why he loves Rong Yu on sight in the first four worlds and why he has psychological shadows over certain things in his character settings..... Augh.

It was a slippery slope of attatched investment to yelling over these two in the last three arcs. I really enjoyed this novel, I enjoyed the individual worlds and also even more so the relationship between Rong Yu and Yan Zhao over time. I love doomed cycles and defying fate and overcoming the odds 👍👍👍 I just wish the extra (chapter 117) was translated too ...... As it is it stops abruptly and it literally made me yell while on call with my friends 🥲 Still really worth it.

How was the translation? Meh, fine. Mild typos, Pronouns got swapped more than a few times, some odd MTL sentences were left in without editing them into something more coherent. The chapter 32->33, 65->66 pagination was broken and I had to get the next chapter from NU to continue. Some set terms weren't consistent through the novel (i.e. the eons Rong Yu mentions waiting through which are an actual saying that indicates sets of billions of years, Yan Zhao's title, the Pantheon Realm etc) and none of them were consistent with Evil God's translation, but that latter part is just me being nitpicky. Overall readable and didn't take away from the story but not the best and could have used more care.

Would I recommend this novel? Yes! Especially if you've read Evil God!

Would I reread this novel? Yes, but I definitely need a few years to forget everything.

Trigger Warnings: Torture, Drugs, Homophobia, Corporal punishment, Sexual harassment, Rape, Necrophilia, Gore, Eye gore, Use of the phrase "mentally retarded", Buried alive, Suicide, Murdering the "useless" for money, Use of the word "autistic" to mean speechless*, Starvation, Sexual abuse, Poison

*This is from a set phrase in Chinese, but can easily be translated just as 'speechless'. Translator's choice I guess.

Arc names, some rambling from me, and detailed triggers under the cut:

1) The Carp Leaps Over the Dragon Gate (Chi Yu/Gu Minghuai, Modern fish yao)

Torture, Drugs (aphrodisiac), Homophobia (past), Corporal punishment (in passing)

We have unlocked merman fish fucking 👍

2) Jail Time (Ji Qingyu/Fu Qianzhi, Interstellar)

Sexual harrassment, Rape (mention, not desribed), Necrophilia (mention), Gore, Eye gore, Torture (of prisoners), Rong Yu calls the bracelet mentally retarded

Not a fan of how the author depicts prison life here, it feels really tropey and focuses a lot on rape. Thankfully its not a big part of the plot because Rong Yu isn't a pushover, but eh. We can't all be winners and it Is a trope of these novels.

3) Pallbearer (Wen Yichu (Rong Yu)/Yan Zhao 🥺, Ancient Times+Ghosts)

Buried alive, Suicide, Murdering "useless" people for money, Use of the word "autistic" to mean speechless, Gore (mild), Starvation (mention),

I do find it quite funny how Rong Yu has more "interaction" with Wen Yichu this time around. Sorry, Wen Yichu, Rong Rong is just like this..

4) Cup of Misfortune (Ji Yu/Chu Zhuo, Imprisoned Concubine)

Torture, Rape and Sexual abuse (past, the original goods, attempt), Gore, Suicide (mention), Poison

5) Savior (Xi Wang (Rong Yu)/Yan Zhao, Zombie Apocalypse)

Gore, Zombie related cannibalism, Use of the word "autistic" to mean speechless

I also find it funny that I was calling Rong Yu "Rong Rong" before Yan Zhao started doing that hahaha

6) The Gold Withstands the Test of Fire (6666)

Suicide (mention)

AHHHHH DEAD. I'm dead it was so worth it.

Another random thing is that the translator has A/I art as their icon and that annoys me..

Thanks for reading my review once again 💜💜

[hopepaigeturner]

Hope's Review of S3 : Kanthony & Francesca

Note: These are my opinions, that does not make them right, nor am I posturing that they are the only opinion. Very up for discussion with y’all as long as it’s respectful.

Note: I do not stand for hate against any actors/actresses or writers. Please, please, do not send hate to them.

As I said in my past posts:

I loved moments, far more than the writing.

Kanthony:

And this couple is the personification of the above sentence.

I adored every single scene with Kanthony. Anthony my-wife Bridgerton stole my heart. The kiss during the dance. Announcing the baby. Competitive couple goals. My heart melted with how they looked at each other, how intimate they were with one another. Whenever they came on my screen I squealed.

However…I really didn’t rate their arc this season. Do we remember the interview where Simone talked about how this season we were going to get Kate settling into her role as Viscountess? Where did that go?

They bopped in and out without much coherency. I feel as if the writers wanted them for that one scene with Colin re: marital advice in the middle of the season but didn’t have a clear idea for what other scenes they could do. And I do think it was more than just Johnny and Simone’s schedules.

Yes, it was nice for them to take a little extended honeymoon for themselves to have a child when last season was so full of tension and sacrifice. And it is heart swooning that Anthony wants to have the baby in India—but two different excuses to get them off screen? Why not just the one? The key with Kanthony is that they both know they cannot fully shirk their responsibilities—nor if they’re being honest would the pair wish to—but their love story was about finding someone else to share the burdens with. Having them pop off to leave Benedict with it all not once, but twice, seems a bit of a disservice to their characters.

Francesca & John:

I LOVED John and Francesca’s storyline. I loved their courtship; I liked their chemistry and their interactions. The song he got rewritten for her? Swoon.

I liked that Francesca taught Violet some lessons in love, I thought this was one of the more interesting and meatier storylines. I like that Bridgerton is showing us how valid different types of romances are.

I liked that both had to go out of their comfort zones for their love, they needed to be bold. John in asking Francesca to dance at the wedding breakfast, and Francesca standing up to the Queen.

However…the ending got things a bit muddled, especially in the last episode. Francesca and other characters kept pushing the idea that her marriage was her ‘getting it over and done with’, or that her marriage was a way to “escape the family” or have time to find herself. Combined with her reaction at the wedding, it made me doubt Francesca’s intentions with the romance. Was it really because she loved him?

A mina contribution around this is that I still don’t know who Francesca is. Unlike other characters, Francesca has not been built up for the last two seasons, tf it was so important that from the get-go we got a clear idea of Francesca’s motivations, her views, her personality. And we got some of it, but I felt like it got a bit muddled because they immediately got her together with John. I would have loved this season to be a season of us finding out who Francesca is before she is linked with another person.

However, I'm not really peeved or worried about all of this. Whether Francesca is a lesbian, or whether her marriage with John is one that does not have much sexual desire—does not negate her deep love for him. It's just in the next season/s the writers need to show the deep love. I would also find it refreshing to have a couple that deeply love each other without the need for sex. Especially in our very sex-driven culture.

On the topic of Francesca and John…

Franchaela

I was gobsmacked when I saw Michaela come in. I literally paused the show and had to take a moment. Afterwards, (while it did take me a minute to put aside my love for Michael Stirling and sigh a little mournfully for some of the storylines we won’t see), my brain then did a 180 and has now gone down a rabbit hole around this new dynamic/story. I just hope that the writers can do it justice.

Also, I think I saw a comment in an interview about how its really cool they’re going to show a ‘happy queer love story’ on Bridgerton. And all I was thinking is how When He Was Wicked is the most angstiest book in the entire season--but at least we’ll still get a HEA.

Also, I know a lot of people are annoyed about Francesca’s reaction to Michaela, and I think that can be taken multiple ways. I saw a post (apologies I can’t find it otherwise I would credit you) that pointed out that for non-book readers, they would have no idea the purpose/significance of Michaela without some obvious moment like we saw. They might have just assumed she would be a friend for Eloise. Personally, at the first watching I was a little disappointed because it piled on top of other moments in the episode that seemed to undermine Francesca and John’s relationship. But again, it will be very easy for the writers to show the love between John and Francesca in future season so I’m not too worried about this.

But do you know what we do get now…

We get the BPSC=, otherwise known as the Bridgerton Pining Society. Est. 1817.

President: Sophie Beckett.

Vic President: Michaela Stirling.

Honorary member: Benedict Bridgerton

I mean, did you see how fast Michaela's smile dropped upon learning that Francesca is a Kilmartin?

[orchidyoonkook]

I wish you would write a fic where: UTWT Yoongi and Reader were cuddling while it was raining outside. 🥰

(This is just for that post you shared - although I would be over the moon if you did do this. But you do whatever your heart desires!!)

You're the best and I hope you have a lovely week. 💕

Rainfall Brings Tomorrow | MYG

Pairing: UTWT Badboy! Min Yoongi x (F)!Reader

Genre // Rating: (T) | fluff, touch of angst, some self reflection

Summary: You leave tomorrow, and there's one thing you need to say goodbye too.

Warnings: none! I think. Reader just thinks a lot.

Word Count: 923

Release Date: October 19, 2023, 3:00PM

A/N: Well I wrote this from 2am to 6:14am. I didn't even see this ask until about 1:30am and then I couldn't stop thinking about it. So I hope it lives up to your expectations, dearest Anon.

A/N 1.5: This was written in 3 hours and then only edited twice. I think it's coherent but if there are mistakes, please forgive.

The soft patter of rainfall falls around you, filling your ears with earthsong. His soft breaths flow in a steady rhythm to its beat, and the patio umbrella you shoved into the ground is doing its job well, keeping your resting forms dry from the delicate cadence of an afternoon shower. 

Your pond vibrates in its own little symphony of ripples, ducks hidden away in their nests while it plays. The boughs and branches of your home away from home rustle in its light wind, their tune mixing in beautifully with the rest. 

It’s cold and overcast out, but his body keeps you warm, as yours keeps his. He sits in your usual spot, back against the years worn wooden truck, while you sit against his chest, both covered by his leather jacket, preserving the heat you two were just beginning to learn to share with one another. 

It’s the day before you leave.

The day before you say ‘fuck you and goodnight’ to everyone and everything in your town, hop on the back of a motorcycle and never look back. 

But you needed to have one last visit to the place that brought you and Yoongi together for the first time, plus all the times after. And you wanted him here with you when you did. 

To say goodbye. To the one thing you would miss more than anything else.

Your willow tree. 

Yoongi’s arms circle your waist as you lean your head back against his shoulder. His touch still sends sparks anywhere it lands on your skin, and you hope that it never goes away. Hope it never dulls or fades. Because you’re learning way too fast that it’s becoming one of your favourite things, and you don’t even want to think of what you’d do if you lost it. 

A gentle kiss at your exposed neck, under your ear, lets you know he’s finished the page. But you still have a couple sentences to go as you hold The Mysterious Island open with a hand through the jacket sleeve for both of you to read.

You found it suiting, to truly bring this chapter in your lives a full three hundred and sixty degrees before closing it forever. And that’s what you need more than anything, you think. 

Closure. 

Because as much as you hate it here, and as much as you can’t wait to go, it’s all you’ve ever known. And while this change is good and needed and necessary, it’s also incredibly scary. 

You hate that a very small part of you doesn’t want to go, for the sake of familiarity. It’s safe here. You know what to expect. You know what will happen, when it will happen, what to do, where to go, who you’ll become. There’s a guideline written into your future by your past here. One you’ve never wanted to follow and always wanted to change.

But there are the absolutely terrifying ‘what if’s’ that comes with big change. What if you leave and it’s no better than where you were? What if you somehow mess all of it up? What if nothing goes to plan, everything goes to shit, and you’re forced to come back?

That’s your biggest nightmare, and it could very easily become your reality. 

But it’s not enough to change your mind. 

You’re going. Tomorrow morning, you’re leaving, come hell or high water or…maybe rain water if this keeps up. And you’re taking the man currently drawing you closer into him with you. 

He takes a quiet inhale of your hair, happily drowning in your scent. Yoongi’s still settling into the fact that the woman he’s holding is his. At least for now. The one that always caught his eye. The one that he never knew he could want so badly. The one who reads with him on a rainy afternoon in their shared space so she can say goodbye to the only thing that was kind to her, with him here to support her.

He’ll support you however you need, forever if he can.

His girl.

Pulling your legs up to rest the book on, you flip the page though your focus wavers, and you stare out into the shower blurred haze of your favourite place. 

This is the last time you’ll ever be here, so you take in every detail you can. The way the grass feels underneath you, the shape of the pond and the colour of its water. You commit the height of the tree and the ebb and flow of its leaves to memory as best you can. You take in the feeling of Yoongi behind you, remembering how he used to sit a foot away from you.

How every day, whether you realized it or not, he got just a little bit closer.

And before you can stop it, a silent tear slides down your face. You wipe it away but Yoongi catches it, and gives you a reassuring squeeze.

“You okay?” he asks. 

You are.

It’s just finally hitting you that your years of pain and loneliness and misery are ending. You’re finally taking control of your life like you’ve always planned, and better yet, you aren’t doing it alone. You have someone now. 

You can’t remember the last time you had that. 

“Yeah,” you say, lifting your chin to look at him. “I think I’m going to be just fine.”

Holding the book back up, you see you’ve reached the final chapter. And somehow you know, it’s the first chapter of your own.

A/N 2: Thanks for reading, loves. Xoxo, Yoon <3

[esseastri]

Nicole's Favorite Books That She Read in 2024!

I think I missed doing this post the last few years, but let's get back on the train, shall we?

In no particular order, we have:

The Book of Ile-Rein, by Martha Wells: I've been gobbling up all the Martha Wells backlist that Tor has been reprinting, and I adored this set. Element of Fire was a classic and Death of the Necromancer was a romp. Both were fun for very different reasons, but as always I love Martha's characters too much.

Lady Eve's Last Con, by Rebecca Fairmow: Oh, what an absolute DELIGHT of a novel! Full of 1820s etiquette and elegance, 1920s glitz and glam, 2020s swag and shenanigans, and 2120s gravity and grit, this book is fast and fun. The characters are unforgettable, the plot is unputdownable, and the romance is to die for. The most fun you've had at a zero-g engagement gala, for sure.

The River Has Roots, by Amal El-Mohtar: Comes out in March 2025!: I cannot put into coherent words how very much I love Amal El-Mohtar's writing. It's just so beautiful. Lyrical and clever, intricate but open, so full of heart. This book was written with so much love, and it shows. I could wrap myself in this story like it's a scarf and just wander its sentences forever.

The City in Glass, by Nghi Vo: God, this book is so beautiful, but it made me full-body sob for an entire chapter, so I guess, be aware. This book is about grief. Loss and hurt and anger and grief. It is absolutely gorgeous.

Parable of the Sower, by Octavia Butler: It's really hard to rate this book because it was amazing and also horrifying. So many terrible things happen, but the book is beautiful, too. Despite the fact that everything that can go wrong in Lauren's life does, in fact, go wrong, she is so hopeful. She's got something to believe in, and she is so tenacious. I hated this book and I also loved it. And I am so deeply angry at every literature class I took that didn't teach Octavia Butler.

The Dead Cat Tail Assassins, by P Djeli Clark: I don't think P. Djèlí Clark is capable of writing a thing I don't like. His prose is just magical, his ideas are brilliant, his characters are wonderful, and his books just fill me with joy. This was hilarious and brutal and fun and sad and I loved it. I loved it so much.

Mammoths at the Gates, by Nghi Vo: If you haven't read the Singing Hills, don't start with this one, go back and read the first three. But then read this one. This one is about grief and it is beautiful.

Swordcrossed, by Freya Marske: The Midnight Bargain's less magical and much spicier cousin, this book is an absolute delight. I'm a sucker for a snarky con man with a heart of gold, so I was sold on Luca from page one, but Matti crept up on me and I found myself loving his seriousness and his sneaky sense of humor, too. Personally, I want the Maya and Sofia POV of this book, because I love those two women more than I can explain, but I'm content with the disaster boys getting the spotlight, too. A great, low-stakes romp though business espionage, sword lessons, guild intrigue, "sword lessons", and the wildest wedding this town has ever seen, Swordcrossed is just fun. So much fun.

A Novel Love Story, by Ashley Poston: This one is about how books by your favorite authors have the ability to change the course of your life, and I just wish Ashley could know that she's that author for me. I love this book.

Howl's Moving Castle, by Diana Wynne Jones: I'm still not sure how I somehow managed to miss this book entirely, but god, it is SO SWEET and I LOVE IT SO MUCH. It wraps up very quickly at the end, but honestly, that feels very Howl--slapdash and manic and wild. I love how Sophie is the embodiment of "This Might As Well Happen." I just really love them all. What a good book.

Godkiller, by Hannah Kaner: I loved Kissen from page one, and Elo is such a soft boy he was irresistible, and I love the worldbuilding of this strange, godful land sO MUCH. The circle of people creating gods who create people and destroy them so the people must destroy them is such a fascinating design for faith and belief, and I loved the exploration of it.

The Mars House, by Natasha Pulley: Have you ever gotten mad at an author for being too good at writing words? For taking deep, dark, heavy topics like prejudice and fear, anger and murder, right versus good versus kind--and making them beautiful and delicate? For taking harsh edges and writing them in such a way that they seem like soft candlelight? For taking real science and feeding enough fiction into it that you hope this is how the world turns out because maybe, if it were real, then things might be okay a long time from now? Anyway, I've finished this book and I am pissed off that I finished it because what the hell do I read now?

City of Bones, by Martha Wells: While I don't jive with the title of this book (and I'm not sure the book jives with it either), I loved everything else about it. Wells is an absolute master of characters, especially non-human characters that end up being the most human and the best of them. Khat is no exception, and falls in with Murderbot, Moon, and Kai on my favorites list. I love a person who is too deeply good for their own safety. And Wells writes these doofuses perfectly. It's a slow start and a soft story (surprisingly soft, considering how dark it can be), but if you can give it a little patience and attention, this book--like its main character--will open up to you and reward you greatly for your time.

[knowltonsrangers]

theoretically

TURN!Benjamin Tallmadge x F!reader

check out part one here!

[a/n: got a lot of love on this ask, and I really enjoyed writing a part 2! swearing & minor mentions of death ahead.]

“Ben—Major!”

You hiss, hiking up your skirt as you follow him outside the tent, a handful of steps behind him as he moves through the camp.

“Must you, y/n? It is something that is not up for debate.”

You nearly fall in the mud as the two of you approach a brick house at the head of the camp, men similarly dressed to the patriot in question stationed out front.

Annoyed, Ben sighs, stopping in his tracks to allow you to catch up to his pace.

“I told you, once you were to be questioned, the General wanted to see you.”

“You didn’t tell me that the general was George Washington!”

You watch with mild amusement as Ben’s eyebrows raise, watching the gears turn in his brain, realizing he’s never told you the General’s full name.

“So you must know something—“

“‘Cause he’s the first…fuck, I don’t think I can say that.”

“Manners, please.”

“You’re one to talk,”

You offer the best glower you can, reminding him of just how rudely he treated you when you both crossed paths for the first time.

“Just…y/n, in front of the General, please.”

You drop your scowl and your skirt, letting it graze the ground as Ben extends his hand, helping you up the steps.

“Thank you.”

You whisper, subconsciously missing his touch once he reaches past you to open the door. The soldiers at the entrance nod expectantly at the major, and you can’t help but wonder how much trouble you were about to get into.

How did you end up in this room? Pleading with the ghost of the first president of the United States to not execute you because you really just are a stupid idiot that somehow ended up in a revolutionary war encampment?

The man himself, just as intimidating as the books say he is, tall enough to make your neck hurt, yet his features remain soft as if he isn’t quite sure what he’s looking at.

You wish you could think the same.

“This is the woman you found in the woods?”

“Yes, but not the clothes I found her in. I did not want to raise suspicions.”

Ben gravels, standing directly behind you, successfully blocking your only exit, as if he intentionally did so.

“What is your goal for entering the camp?”

Washington asks, and you’re hyper aware he’s speaking to you, so the best you can do is begin to warble out a bunch of nonsense.

“General, sir—I would just like to go home, and I know that this sounds insane, but you must believe me—“

“y/n.”

Ben takes his turn to hiss your name, seemingly appalled at your inability to form a coherent sentence, when the man in front of you sighs, sitting at his desk that was littered with documents and maps.

“Tallmadge, she seems rather frightened.”

“I can assure you, that was not by my doing.”

“You suspect she is a spy?”

“Spy, I…I do not think so. Confused, surely.”

Your gaze flits back and forth between the two, palms clammy as you run them down the front of your dress.

“If I was a spy, I’d be a shite one.”

You mumble, not intending for the two men to hear you.

“That was a joke, oh my god—“

“y/n, was it?”

“Yes, sorry, yes.”

“Your accent and your mannerisms are not something I am familiar with. I am inclined to agree with the major, you are seemingly unwell to me.”

“If you think I’m sick, that’s totally fine, just please don’t kill me.”

Your hands clasp, ready to get on your knees and beg for it, when the general laughs, standing from his chair and crossing the room.

“The thought never crossed my mind. Tallmagde brought me up to speed, he seemingly is on your side, miss,”

Turning over your shoulder, you are horrified to find that Ben is smirking to himself, so you so kindly flip him the bird behind your back, away from the general.

You hope the context is all the same.

“I beg your pardon, but then what was the point of all this?”

You suddenly realize your brashness.

“Sorry. Sir.”

“I would like to hear more of your story, because though it sounds fabricated, I have no reason to suspect you of anything. Yet.”

“Fair enough.”

You shrug, watching as Ben takes a step forward and addresses the general.

“She has pleaded with me that she has transported in time, and though it may account for her strange actions, I do not believe it,”

“Run her name through the camp. See if it rings any bells.”

Your mouth opens, and your raise a finger, ready to interject, when Washington calls another name you recognize.

“Hamilton will see you out. Tallmagde and I have some things to discuss.”

“But, I—“

The door opens fully, and by the time you go to turn, a hand lands softly on the crook of your arm.

“Best we get going, miss.”

“Oh, for fucks sake—“

Yet another officer in a blue coat, a fiery redhead that all but yanked you from the room.

[where-pain-is-so-pretty]

The Stars In Your Eyes

Pairing: Olli x Reader

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1,443 Notes:

This is the first full fic I wrote since Feburary It's rather short and surely not my best work but I'm still proud of myself for finishing it. Also, I'm grateful to be part of this fandom project, thank you for the opportunity and thx for kinda getting me back into writing <3 Can't wait to see what you all came up with!)

"Let's go home." you are already half asleep when you hear your boyfriend's suggestions. His hand softly caresses your arm to wake you up, and when you feel him kiss the top of your hair you force yourself to open your tired eyes.

You had spent the night at Niko's place with some friends, eating dinner, drinking wine, and sharing old and new stories. And you would have loved to take part in the conversations for longer but at some point sleep had taken over, turning your brain into much, and working too slowly to form a coherent sentence or understand references. Olli had noticed half an hour ago and suggested going home but you had shrugged it off, he was deep into a conversation with Joonas and you were cuddled to his side, your head resting on his shoulder. You listened to their nerd talk about guitar pedals and tunings, none of their words reached your brain but you found comfort in Olli's voice and his calming presence made you feel safe. So, you didn't fight it when your heavy eyes closed on their own accord.

You nod as an answer, throwing Joonas, across from you an apologetic look. Olli takes the last gulp of red wine from his glass before standing up and offering you a hand, which you accept gladly. Your bones are heavy and your head is drowsy with sleep. You said your goodbyes to the remaining guests and slipped into your coats before stepping outside. The nightly air is crispy and you press yourself closer to Olli, who has wrapped an arm around you.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep on you,". The cold brought your mind back to life, and you wished you could have stayed for longer but every cell in your body was screaming for sleep now. "Don't be, I'm pretty tired as well.", he remarks in a soft voice. You are about to make a joke about him being always tired but that is when something else catches your attention. The bright Christmas decorations of the mall across from you. Fairy lights in different colors, blinking snowflakes and stars. Stars. You stop in your tracks and raise your head to the sky. A hollow feeling builds in your chest when you a greeted by an empty yellowish-grey canvas instead of a sky full of twinkling stars. Sometimes you forget you moved into the city. "What's wrong, love?" your boyfriend asks beside you, slipping his hand into yours. "No stars," you reply and the realization leaves you empty for a moment." Olli squeezes your hand tighter. "It's sad that they are completely swallowed by light pollution." You nod, agreeing with his statement, and start to walk on again silently.

Olli and you had moved to Helsinki two months ago, leaving your small hometowns hadn't been easy for either of you but in the long term you both knew it was the right decision. No long train or car rides to see each other, no stressful travel days for him to meet with his band or to travel abroad. Also, almost all your friends lived around here and the city had already become a second home for the two of you. And with Olli by your side, starting a new life had been quite the opposite of being difficult or scary. He was the love of your life after all and waking up next to him every morning was worth all the trouble you had to face while moving.

In the past weeks you hadn't had much time to miss your old town, you had been too busy with your new job, building your home, exploring the city, and settling in. But thinking about it now, you mostly missed the small things about living in the countryside, like taking a walk through the forest nearby, passing cows on your way home, petting stray cats, and gazing at the night sky after a long shift or night out.

It's a few meters away from your apartment building when you break the silence: "You know, this might sound silly, but I really miss seeing the stars every night, they somehow always grounded me."

"It's not silly, babe. I miss them too." Olli kisses your cheek, it's a quick peck but you still can feel his beard rub against your soft skin.

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It's the next Friday when you come home to Olli already awaiting you at the door. He has a mischievous grin on his lips and his eyes sparkle when he takes your coat off. "What's up with you?" you ask him lifting one of your brows as you examine him. "Nothiiiing." You know by the tone of his voice and the gleaming in his blue eyes he's lying, but you still greet him with a kiss. His smile is even wider when you part. "Oh, what have you done this time?". You are sure this is going to be one of his surprises and you can't help but find it cute how badly he always fails to hide his own excitement. "No more questions. Come change, then follow me to the bedroom to find out yourself." He hands you over a pile of clothes. You take them but not without studying each piece, in hopes of finding a clue. It's one of his hoodies (you stole it months ago so it's officially yours now) a pair of sweatpants and a pair of fluffy socks. The usual comfy clothes you wear around the house. You change quickly, now fueled by excitement yourself and eager to find out what your boyfriend has set up in your bedroom. Olli can't help but follow your every move, his gaze lingering on you when you are stripped down to your underwear. "So, is it something kinky?" you ask, assuming by the way he looks at you. "No, not this time."

Once you are fully dressed he offers you his hand to lead you to the bedroom, he stops right in front of the door. "Close your eyes!" By now you are used to his little game, so you comply and close your eyes shut. You know how much effort he puts into these surprises and you love him a little more each time. And even though you don't know what he has come up with this time, you are already sure you are going to love it.

He opens the door for you and leads you through it, stopping behind you. He's still holding your hand when you hear his low voice close to your ear. "Open your eyes, love." (In another scenario, it wouldn't have sent more than a shiver down your spine.)

When you open your eyes you can't quite believe what you are seeing. Your shared bedroom is illuminated in violet light, coming from a small projector on Ollis's bedside table. It displays a galaxy and stars on your ceiling. And for a second you lose yourself in the soothing movements of the twinkling stars and waves the projector paints onto your walls. Then you take a closer look around. There is a fuming cup of tea and a bowl of snacks on your nightstand, next to a small bouquet of favorite flowers. On the wall right above your bed, are more stars, glow-in-the-dark stickers, in different shapes and sizes. You follow their trail from the headboard up to the ceiling and now you see them between the lights too. It must have taken hours to put these on your walls. And your bedding now matched the galaxy theme of the room as well.

"What do you think?" Olli is standing in front of the bed now, fumbling with his hands and you can see the light of the projector reflecting in his eyes. You haven't said anything since you entered the room, he had left you speechless once again. And there wasn't much you could respond with other than: "I love you!" and pulling him into a tight hug. You can feel a happy giggle resonate from his chest as he holds you close. "I'm glad you like it. It's not the real stars, you know...but I tried" he said letting go of you. "Don't be so modest! You outdid yourself!" Even in the dim light of the projector, you can see the red in his cheeks. You pull him close again, this time for a kiss. A kiss that tells him everything you can't find the words for right now.

"Wanna gaze at the stars together?" "Nothing more than that!", you softly push him onto the bed and let yourself fall into the sheets next to him.