#im sincerely sorry for my sins

[alucardsathomewife]

You know what?

I like ya

*turns Alastor into Alucard*

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Rebel please hear me out! Kratos! Reader w/ a twist!

This is an AU I’ve been dreaming of for like a week now. Btw ‘Kratos’ is a nickname Teyvat’s citizens gave the reader, not their actual birth name

Centuries ago, before the Great Archon War was a massacre like no other. All your beloved Archons of today had radically different personalities. Most of them took their divine roles for granted by succumbing to sin. Until one day: The mortals rebelled. They were fed up, but not quite like one bitter soul was.

A being made of flesh with gold flowing through their veins was born. The half blood was the embodiment of humanity’s wrath. They led mankind to war with the Gods. Nearly 2/3 of deities were slaughtered within a year. This was the year the Gods were humbled…..

In the end, Kratos was tragically slain by the hands of their own heavenly parent. That massacre was a painful lesson that present day Archons still follow: Devotion is something that is earned. For someone to be devoted to you, they must have respect and faith that you will lead them in the right direction. Do not abuse the faith others bestow upon you.

To this very day, humans still praise their name. They erected statues in their likeness. Kratos is viewed as a champion of mankind by the mortals, a bittersweet reminder of a shameful period in time for certain for the divine……So get this. In an ironic twist of fate, centuries later, a baby was placed at the doorstep of a cathedral one late night. A baby who was born with very familiar tattoo-like markings on their body.

An Archon, who was spared by that same tortured soul, was now cradling the tiny babbling creature. “Oh. My. Heavens. H-how!? Do you remember me, Little One? I am deeply regretful for the suffering we caused. Please, can we start anew? A fresh beginning for all of us.”

Sincerely, 🌩️ Anon

🌩️ ANON IM SO SORRY I DIED ON YOU 😭😭😭😭😭😭

But holy cow this is a good narrative. I 100% love this! Definitely gets the brain juices going for sure 👀👀👀👀

Kratos being a mortal ascending to the powers of divinity solely because of their bitter nature and revenge-esque methods is definitely interesting! I might write something (no promises) if I find the motivation in myself :D

Venti having PTSD fr tho—somebody get him a therapist 😔

[caesium-55]

—everything is orange. [ iv ]

pairing: lando norris x kpop idol! reader

summary: a racecar driver who needed a fake girlfriend to dispel rumors and a kpop idol who needed publicity for her song. somewhere in between orange cars and orange sunsets, stands something they're afraid of naming.

note: omg im so sorry for not being online lately. i got a writing part time job now so... i may not be as active as before. hope yall are having a great day! not edited. not beta read.

masterlist.

Everything inside your studio is gray. The walls, the couch, the floor, the instruments. It's the kind of room that will make a sad beige mom over the moon.

But when you open the door and the sight of one Lando Norris greets you, looking devilishly handsome in his dark blue button up shirt and black pants and Nike sneakers with his curls concealed underneath his dark blue bucket hat, the studio suddenly doesn't feel as gray as it usually is.

“Lando?” Your brows rise towards your hairline. Truthfully, he’s one of the last people you expected to see inside HAN Ent’s building, much less outside your studio.

“Hi,” he smiles charmingly at the shock in your voice, showing all teeth and smile lines. “Do you mind if I come in?”

You stammer, still not over your shock, “S-Sure.”

You step aside to grant him space and allow him to enter your magic shop. Lando’s eyes curiously roam around the studio and you close the door behind him, nudging the houseplant further to the wall using your foot to avoid getting tripped on it in the future.

“Take a seat. Please,” you invite, gesturing towards the couch. Lando takes the invitation and sits down. He looks too big on the couch, you note. He has long legs and an athletic build. Perhaps, it’s time to buy a bigger one.

“Nice place,” he compliments.

You want to snort out loud but refrain yourself from doing so.

Lando is saying things out of politeness.

Your studio is shit.

You know that.

It used to be a stock room that was converted into a studio when Yoon PD-nim offered you that deal, that's why the room is graciously small. They soundproofed the walls, painted everything gray, shoved in a few pieces of recording equipment and called it a day.

It's still quite nice of Lando to compliment the place though. You might hate this place but this is your wizard’s tower, your witch’s hut, your magic shop, and you feel pride swell in your chest when someone thinks your little corner is cool, even if you think he’s lying.

“Thanks,” you say sincerely. “How did you know I was…”

“I asked Jinnie,” he says simply.

“Ah,” your tone falls flat.

A moment's pause.

“So this is where you’ve been working?”

You nod. Suddenly, you feel conscious.

Your studio isn't really in the best state right now. When you work in a creative fever, you tend to make a mess. Being messy enhances your creativity. The sprawled papers with lyrics, the empty styro cups of coffee lying around, numerous pens and pencils (you don't even know why you feel the need to bring a lot of them) and rubber erasers, and your snacks. There's a mountain of crumpled paper in your trash can.

“Sorry, the place isn't really….” you trail off, making vague gestures with your hand. “I didn't know you were coming.”

“It's okay,” he chuckles. “I called, you know. And texted. You didn’t return any of it.”

“Oh, my phone’s charging,” you say, beginning to feel bad that you accidentally ignored him. “And my notifs are silent.”

“That explains it.”

“Shouldn't you be resting?” you asked. “You have a flight tomorrow.”

It's currently the 19th. Lando is set to leave for Japan on the 20th. His team wants him in Suzuka by September 20 and not later than that. They already had a field day when Lando announced that he's flying with you. At first, he wanted it to be just you and him. His team wouldn't let him because he can be a PR nightmare if given enough freedom so they let his manager, Kyla, tag along.

You’ve mistaken Kyla as a member of the PR team. Turns out she’s his manager.

“Is it a sin to want to spend a few hours with my girlfriend before I go?” he flutters his eyes innocently. You snorted.

“Fake but okay.”

“I’m being sincere here, girlfriend,” he pushes his lips into a pout. “Did you eat already?”

“No,” you answer.

“Should we grab something together?”

“Should we?” you humor his suggestion. It's been a few hours since you’ve eaten. You’ve skipped both breakfast and lunch.

“I think I can call a restaurant and make a reservation.”

“It's near midnight,” you point out, glancing down at the Rolex decorating his wrist. Isn't he aware of how late it is?

“So?”

“Restaurants are closed by now,” you state.

Lando shrugs.

“I can make the effort of finding those seafood pasta you like.”

Your brows furrow.

“What do you mean like? I never said I like those.”

“But I thought…” Lando blinks. “I’ve read it somewhere…”

“Huh?”

“You're from Jeju, right? You grew up eating seafood so you like seafood and you once said you have a palate for Italian food. I tried…liking the pasta with seafood. I hated it but I ate it anyway.”

Your jaw hangs open at the revelation.

This is single-handedly the sweetest thing someone has ever done to you.

You don't know whether to be touched about the sincerity or to cry because of his idiocy. You can definitely do both but you refuse to do both. You have an image to maintain.

“Didn't I tell you that the company manipulated my public information?” you ask incredulously. “Yes, I was from Jeju but I didn’t eat seafood much. I have a mild allergy—”

“In seafood?” you see his eyes widen into saucers. Oops, you shouldn't have said that. “Wait, you had an allergy attack, didn't you? On those lunch dates we had? Why didn't you tell me so early on?”

“I thought you liked it!” your voice raises slightly, panicked. You're caught. He isn't supposed to know about this.

“I didn't?! I loathe seafood but I ate a few bites because I thought you liked it!”

You blink at him. That is the sweetest while simultaneously the most stupid thing someone has ever done for you. You drag a hand across your face, a groan escaping your mouth and yet you’re smiling. You shake your head at him.

Points for Lando Norris for making you capable of feeling frustrated and another feeling you cannot name.

“We’re idiots.”

There is a stretch of silence before Lando speaks up.

“What do you want to eat? And please tell me the real one.”

You began listing the first three things that appeared inside your brain, “I like…. ramyeon, natto, and tteokbokki.”

You have a palate for convenience store food. Food that you can find in busy night markets. Food that is sold by street vendors. The kind of food that tastes like absolute shit if cold but tastes like home if microwaved into the right amount of temperature. If you venture in your imagination hard enough, you can taste your mother’s cooking after a few bites. But you don't tell Lando that.

“We can eat that.”

You raise a brow.

“The ramen, the chicken, and the tteokdokdok.”

“Tteokbokki,” you correct him gently.

“Tteoktokki,” he repeats.

“Tteok.”

“Tteok.”

“Bokki.”

“Bokki.”

“Tteokbokki.”

“Tteokdokki.”

You shake your head, “Tteok-Bo-Kki.”

“Tteok-Bo-Kki.”

You snap your fingers, nodding in approval, “Better.”

“I literally said the same thing.”

“You didn't.”

“Where will we eat this tteokbokki?” He says the tteokbokki slowly, careful with his pronunciation.

“There are night markets nearby,” you tell him. “It’s crowded though. I know a good convenience store that’s a good drive away. It’s usually empty. Do you go to convenience stores?”

You suddenly feel stupid for asking.

Do multi-millionaires like Lando Norris go to convenience stores? It’ll make much more sense if he books restaurants or employs a private chef to cook for him at home. Do they even have a palate for instant food? What do rich people snack on? You don't know. You're not rich. Even after becoming famous, you’re still not rich enough to live the life of luxury.

This just highlights the difference of the worlds you and Lando live in.

“I do. Just not frequently,” he shrugs. “We can go to the convenience store if you want. I don't mind.”

“No, it’s fine. We can eat anywhere you want. Jinnie might have a few hotel restaurants in mind.”

“But do you want to eat in hotel restaurants?”

His question makes you pause and Lando immediately takes your hesitation as a no.

“We can eat anything you want to eat. This is your place anyway. Show me around.”

You bite your lower lip as you contemplate. Should you or should you not? That is the question.

When your eyes drag themselves back to Lando’s face, you see that he’s already looking at you intently as he awaits your answer patiently. You want to shrink back at the intensity of his gaze.

“Well then, do you want to go on a convenience store date with me, boyfriend?”

Despite the hesitation he’s displayed earlier, Lando grins at your offer.

You take Lando to your favorite place in all of South Korea. Google Maps says it's a three hour drive away. You arrive there in two hours and a half.

Maybe it's a sign to change careers.

You used your Jeep Wrangler. Lando offered to drive but you shook your head and hopped on the driver’s seat, him taking the passenger seat.

You won't allow anyone to drive your car. It's a rule of yours.

The last time you allowed someone to drive your car, your Hyundai jumped over a sewage canal. Lando might be a professional race car driver and that alone spoke multitudes of his driving skills, but you're so traumatized with the incident with your Hyundai that you physically can't allow anyone, professional driver or not, to handle the steering wheel of any other cars you own.

Cars are expensive. You can't buy another car. You’ll bawl when you see the money departing your bank account.

You palm the steering-wheel with your right hand. Your left hand lays flat on the back of the passenger seat, behind Lando’s head. Your upper body is rotated towards the back, full focus activated as you reverse the car in expert ease. Lando is observing you, you can tell. You can feel his eyes burning holes in your side profile.

“You okay?” You ask Lando. The man has gone uncharacteristically silent when you’ve started reversing the car. You hear Lando let out a breath. Almost shakily. You cannot tell for sure.

“Yeah,” his voice breaks like a boy undergoing puberty and you have to thin your lips into a line to prevent yourself from laughing. “Nice parking skills.”

“Thanks,” you say nonchalantly. “You sure you're okay though?”

“Yeah, don’t worry,” you see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he rubs his throat. “I think the seatbelt’s a little too tight.”

Once the car’s perfectly parked, you kill the engine and exit the car. Lando follows suit.

“I don't know why you have to drive for almost three hours just to visit this place,” Lando gestures to the surroundings. “There's nothing here.”

“Exactly,” you say. “Come on, boyfriend.”

You pat his shoulder and lead the way. A bell chimes loudly as you push the door open. You step inside, the British racer only a few steps behind you. You tug down your mask.

“What's this place?” Lando questions.

“24-hour convenience store,” you answer. “But no staff.”

“No staff?” he asks. “So self service?”

“Ah yes, that’s the word. Self service,” You say. “Quite nice, right? We have complete privacy and good food. Two best things in the world.”

“Careful. Your introvert is showing.”

You snort, “First time coming to a place like this?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs. “No staff? Does nobody attempt to steal things?”

You shrug, “Probably not. Ramen is not worth going to jail for.”

“This shop will make a million dollar loss in an hour if it's in another country,” Lando says, his nose wrinkling. “Like in the UK or US or something.”

You beckon Lando to follow you through the aisles, “This way.”

“You even memorize the places of things,” he comments. “You come here often?”

You hum a yes. You stop in front of the freezer and open it, pulling out two plastic cups.

Lando’s forehead creases, “Just ice?”

“This is an ice cup,” you explain.

“Are we going to wait for the ice to melt before drinking it or….”

You stare at him incredulously before promptly bursting out in laughter.

“What's funny?” he asks, genuinely confused.

“Nothing, sorry,” you clear your throat. You don't know why you find that funny. Your humor is broken. “They sell pouches of juice or coffee and you pour it into the cup.”

Lando’s head tilts. He looks like a confused baby owl.

“Here, I’ll show you,” you walk up to a nearby shelf and grab a Kuromi pouch. It's peach-flavored. “This. You pour it here.”

You gesture to the ice cup. Lando’s mouth forms a circle in realization.

“Cool.”

“There are a lot of flavors,” you add, gesturing to the shelf. “Peach, apple, mango, strawberry, orange…”

You read out the flavors for Lando because you know he can't read Hangul. Lando wordlessly picks a grapefruit-flavored pouch. You nod.

“Good choice. Oh wait, we forgot to get a basket. Can you?”

Lando nods and leaves. When he comes back, now with a yellow basket, the two of you continue to browse down the entire store. You explain each of the food. He said no to most of them. Lando is a picky eater, you learn.

The two of you fill the basket near to the brim. You pay for each item, even though Lando insisted that he do it, and you occupy the table that faces that floor-to-ceiling glass window, overlooking the darkness of the night outside.

“Here,” you hand him a plastic fork. Lando accepts it, his brows furrowed. “You were struggling with the chopsticks.”

A shy smile makes its way to his face, “Sorry.”

You wave your hand as if to say it's no problem and plop down on the chair beside him. Lando digs in with his Buldak Samyang carbonara while you stir your Yoppoki Tteokbokki with yours before taking your first bite. You immediately let out a moan of pleasure.

“Is it delicious?” he asked.

“Very.”

You eat until your cheeks fill, chewing slowly.

“Oh wait, you should post something.”

“Now?”

“You took pictures of me earlier, right?” you know he did. He tried to be slick about it but you’d know if someone is taking a picture of you. “Put it on your story.”

“And delete it?”

“No. The world already knows we're dating anyway. Well, fake dating.”

Lando pulls out his phone and shows you the pictures in his gallery. There are aare a total of four pictures. Three are blurry. The other one is blocked by his finger.

“That one is good.”

“What do you mean good? It's blurry.”

“Blurry is an aesthetic.”

Lando shakes his head but opens his Instagram and begins to edit the photo you’ve chosen, “Help me with the caption?”

“I’m not good with them.”

“Me neither.”

“Your first caption was pretty good.”

“You think so?” he sounds hopeful.

You shrug your shoulders.

“Just say something like ‘her’ then put a period.”

That's the limit of your creative powers for the day.

Lando nods and begins typing. He’s typing quite long for a word with three letters and a single punctuation mark. He shows you the caption.

Your brows furrow.

He laughs, “I’m funny.”

“You’re really not,” you shake your head. “Put it in your drafts.”

“So I’m not posting it now?”

“You post it after we leave the place,” you say. “So we’ll be gone by the time the fans see it and decide they’ll come here.”

“That's very smart.”

“That's not being smart. That’s just common sense,” you state flatly.

“You know, I always thought you'd be a cold person.”

You raise a brow, not entirely sure if you're understanding him correctly. Cold is an adjective. It's used to describe temperature. You're uncertain if it can be applied to use as an adjective to describe a person.

Lando must have sensed your confusion that he adds, “Ice queen.”

Oh.

Yeah.

Okay. You understand it now.

“You used to look so cold and cool,” Lando says. “Ice queen. But also an IDGAF attitude. Very intimidating.”

You have no idea what IDGAF means but you nod your head and act like you understand him anyway. You make a mental note to search it up on the internet later.

“But you’re not.”

“I’m not,” you echo.

“You’re actually pretty sweet,” he adds.

“I’m trying to be kind.”

“You don't have to try. You already are.”

“The companies make us act sometimes.”

“What?”

“Like, before debut,” you begin. “There are companies that assign certain images to their idols. They give them parts to play like directors do to actors in movies. Like, oh, you look like this kind of person so you have to act like this kind of person. They take a look at your visuals and decide what role you’ll have. They took one look at my face and told me that I have to be a strict and serious person who is scary and cold and unbothered. I didn't want to do it because I tend to smile really easily before and I just wanted to have a lot of friends, you know?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“When you’re intimidating, you tend to not have a lot of them. Despite that, I followed the role. Many praised me for it and others just….well, they didn't like it. The company was happy, though. They told me I was good at acting. But it's just…sad that the person I am on the screen is not real.”

“Yeah, that's honestly sad. I can't imagine doing that for my team. I’ll suck at it. Imagine me cold and serious,” Lando makes a serious face but he ends up doing a The Rock Smoulder. You have to stop yourself from laughing out loud by thinning your lips and twisting it.

“You're doing it, though. For the team. This whole fake dating thing,” you gesture to yourselves.

Lando mutters something under his breath while stroking his chin. You don't catch it.

“Hm?”

“Nothing. I think your eyes are pretty.”

He's changing the subject. He does it so swiftly, too.

“I know, I thank my mother every day for it,” you joke and Lando chuckles softly. “But don't be jealous, you have pretty eyes yourself.”

He turns into a lovely shade of pink. You can see it. You don't speak of it.

“It changes colors sometimes,” you continue, pointing at your eyes. “Like, it’s kind of gray in the dark. But if the sun shines on it, it has three colors.”

“You stare at my eyes a lot, do you?”

“Well, if a certain thing is pretty, you can't help but stare, you know?”

“Yeah, I guess that's why I stare at you a lot, too.”

You laugh, the sound airy, shaking your head. What a flirt. The cute kind.

“I’m quite the head turner, aren't I?”

“You are,” he agrees seriously.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

He smirks, confident.

“Careful, you might fall for me, fake girlfriend,” he says cheekily. You have the desire to shatter his ego so you did.

“You're handsome but you're not my type.”

His smirk falters. You give a chortle.

“What's your type then?” he asks, leaning slightly forward. His eyes reflect anticipation.

You fall into a momentary thoughtful silence, “For starters, attractive men who can drive very fast cars. With a racing license this time. Not like me.”

Lando smiles at your light attempt at a joke. Good to know that he finds the dark humor surrounding your career-ending scandal funny.

“I am an attractive man,” he gestures to his face. “With a priceless face and I drive a very fast car. Formula one or sports cars. Oh and would you look at that? I have a racing license and a regular driving license.”

“You are an attractive man,” you agree. “But again, not my type.”

Lando dramatically puts his hand against his chest, right above where his heart lies and acts like you just shot him dead on the spot.

“Hmm, what else? Ah, plays golf,” you list another trait of your ideal man.

“I play golf,” he crosses his arms, leans back against the back of his seat, and lifts his hips a little as he adjusts his sitting position on the chair, manspreading a little. This is one of the subtle things men do that women cannot help but find attractive. You’re also a woman. Of course, you find that attractive.

You roll your eyes, feigning annoyance. Lando laughs at you.

“A few years older than me.”

When Lando opens his mouth, you cut him off, holding up a finger, “I’m older than you.”

By months only but still.

“In the standards of your fake birthday, I am older than you.”

You huff, shaking your head. He is right, to some degree. The world thinks he is older than you because HAN Entertainment decided to lie about your birthday.

“Looks good in red.”

“You know, orange is a mixture of red and yellow. Technically, it's still red. So I look good in red. One plus one equals two. I am connecting shit.”

He raises two index fingers in the air and connects them together to put further emphasis on the words he imparted in a sage-like manner.

“You're not connecting anything.”

“Hell yeah, I am. I am so smart, I should just be McLaren’s chief strategist. Maybe then I can finally get my first win.”

You cannot help but raise an amused brow.

“Fine, if you're so smart Mr. Strategist, what's plan A to your victory?”

His answer comes immediately, no hesitation and he utters it with so much confidence in his chest: “Sneak into Red Bull and steal their car.”

You abruptly burst out laughing, the sound filling up the entire convenience store. You cannot hold it in anymore. You have to slap a hand over your mouth to quiet yourself down.

You don't laugh pretty. You're very much aware of that. You sound like a dolphin when you do. But Lando is so funny that you forget to feel conscious of the weird sound that leaves your mouth for a whole five seconds before you remember to compose yourself and stop.

“You don't have to cover your mouth when you laugh, you know?” he says. “Or try to stop yourself from laughing. Just laugh if you want.”

You give him a look. Why is he turning serious all of a sudden?

“Wait, red?” Lando does a double take once you’ve composed yourself. “Don’t tell me your ideal type is….”

His forehead creases. You nod.

He says, “Carlos?!” the same time you say, “It’s Kim Mingyu.” How did he even come to that conclusion?

Oh wait. Red. Older than you. Drives fast cars. Racing license. Makes sense.

You blink at each other.

“Who the hell is Kim Mingyu?”

“You don't know Kim Mingyu?” you pull out your phone, open Google Photos, and search for the folder named: 민규❤️❤️❤️. The folder contains 7659 photos of Kim Mingyu.

“Fake boyfriend, let me introduce you to my boyfriend, Kim Mingyu,” you show your favorite Mingyu photo.

The one where he’s wearing a black fitted shirt, his cheek against the back of his hand, and the veins in his arms bulging. He’s serving major boyfriend vibes.

Lando rolls his eyes.

“He doesn’t look that good.”

“No, Lando, you are not seeing it,” you hold the phone closer to his face.

“I am seeing it and I am saying he’s not good looking.”

“Lies.”

“I'm not lying.”

“It's Kim Mingyu.”

“And?”

You pull a face, retracting your phone. “Come on, he’s quite good looking. And tall. Very tall.”

You once have to stand beside him in an ending ceremony in Inkigayo. You barely even come up to his chest.

“I’m tall.”

“You’re shorter than him.”

“You're killing me here.”

You chuckle. You pat his shoulder in faux sympathy.

“There, there. That's okay. You're my boyfriend anyway. Don't be jealous.”

“Damn right, I am.”

You snort.

“But you have to stan Seventeen though. After your race in Suzuka, we’ll try to binge GoSe.”

When you’re too full to finish the rest of your tteokbokki, you drag Lando outside the convenience store.

“Sand?” he questions.

“Sand,” you state.

“There's sand in my shoes,” Lando complains.

“Take it off and like,” you make the motion of flipping your shoes upside down to remove the sand inside. He does as you’ve told him but he seems to be not fully satisfied with it. There is still sand inside his shoe.

“This won't do,” he says. “I should have brought flip flops.”

“Let's go barefoot,” you kick off your shoes and neatly place them on the foot of a nearby coconut tree. You motion for Lando to do the same, but you’re met with hesitance.

“What if someone steals them?”

It's a valid concern to have, you suppose. You look around you. Darkness is all that can be perceived.

“Who’d steal them? Cheonyeogwisin?”

“I don't even know what that is.”

“Just leave the shoes here, Lando.”

The sand feels good underneath your feet. A bit ticklish. A little too familiar. You turn on the flashlight of your phone and jog up to the shore.

“Wait for me!” you hear Lando scream from behind you.

“Palli!” you yell back, voice almost drowning in the wind.

“I am palli-ing!”

You roll your pants up to your knees and soak your feet in the cold waves, shivering. You turn around just as Lando body slams you and the two of you fall into the ice-cold waves. Your jaw comes slack, eyes wide. The two of you are now drenched from head to toe.

Lando bashfully smiles, “Sorry.”

“Lando!” you splash him in his face.

Lively shrieks fill the silent night sky. The stars twinkle with mirth at the two of you, the line between fake and real blurring.

Lando flies out just four hours after you arrive in Seoul proper. You feel bad for bringing him somewhere far and not giving him enough hours to rest. Then, he tells you: "It's one of the best nights I've ever had."

He sounds so sincere that you have to stop yourself from blushing red.

In the schedule Jinnie gave you, you are only required to make an appearance in the race proper on the 24th. You have the 20th, 21st, and 22nd to work on your single before having to fly out on the 23rd. Regardless, you fly to Japan on the 21st with Jinnie in tow, two days earlier than your original schedule.

Jinnie doesn't question nor protest against your obvious disobedience on the appointed schedule. You're glad she didn't.

"Lando?" you question after seeing the man standing behind your hotel door. It's nearly twelve and you've just checked in the hotel with Jinnie. "What are you..."

"Just checking in," he smiles. "Do you mind if I come in?"

"Don't you have a race tomorrow?" Despite your question, you sidestep to let him inside your hotel room. "You should be resting."

"That's okay. I'm well rested. Are you going to watch the FP1 tomorrow?"

You shake your head, "I'm going to work on my song."

"Oh," his face falls. "Why'd you fly in early then?"

You shrug.

Honestly, you don't know either.

It's an act based purely on impulse. Not your finest moments.

"Maybe I can watch?" you say. "I'm not really sure."

You don't want to get mobbed again.

ORACLE has a rather large fanbase in Japan. You know there will be curious fans who'll await your appearance in the race. And while you're glad that your PR relationship with Lando is receiving the right type of attention from the public, you still hate having this much attention on you.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Lando says.

"I'll go," you decide with finality. "I mean this is why we're doing this in the first place, right? Make people believe that we're real."

Lando's lips form a line.

"I suppose."

"Then, I'll be there."

The song making can wait.

Once again, Jinnie takes charge in deciding your clothing. You’ve long since given up on protesting or even suggesting your ideas. You have to get used to it again. Wearing whatever is given to you like a doll. After all, you are to return to the stage of KPop again.

Today’s WAG OOTD is a Miu Miu black dress, a black leather jacket, and Gianvito Rossi strappy sandals. Nothing too impressive. It's just the free practice sessions after all.

Jinnie hands you the McLaren ball cap and you grimace.

“How's the song coming up?”

“I’ve been trying to combine my demos and see how it sounds,” you reply. “But I have a concept in mind and I jotted down a few phrases for the lyrics.”

“I got an email from Yoon PD-nim today. He’s strongly suggesting you use a racing concept for your single.”

Strongly suggesting.

Translation: commanding.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Fuck it.

He’s really going to use the scandal and hope it’ll make you rise from the ashes like a phoenix reborn. The problem is that you're far from a phoenix. You’re human. As disappointing that may be but that is the cold truth. You're uncertain how people will react if you use a racing concept. You cannot afford to risk this over something like this.

You have one chance. And if KNetz reacts badly on your song and your MV, you’re never going to have another chance to go back on stage, to go back home.

Yoon PD-nim is too thoughtless at times. You want to shake him.

Jinnie drives you to the paddock and drops you to the parking lot. You expect that you’ll have to find your way to the garage again alone. Your knees are trembling as you step out of the car.

To your surprise, a staff member of the McLaren team—you assume he works for the team because of the orange polo shirt—approaches you as you exit the car.

“[Name]?”

“Hi,” you offer a polite smile.

“I’m Rick, I’m one of Lando’s mechanics, pleasure to meet you,” he introduces.

“Pleasure is all mine, Sir,” you say, dipping your chin into a small bow.

“Come this way,” he beckons. You follow him.

“Did Lando ask you to pick me up?”

“Well, he insisted on picking you up but the race was about to start so we had to force him to stay put in the livery and he wouldn't stay put until we said we’ll pick you up. Said people might flock over you and you don't like it when it happens.”

Your heart warms.

“That's very thoughtful of him. And sweet.”

“That's Lando Norris for you,” he says. “He’s always treating all the people he’s working with kindly. He only has to be polite but he even exerts effort in helping and making our work easier.”

“That's true,” you agree. “I can attest to that, as his fake girlfriend. He only has to treat me well when there's a camera but he’s even going as far as offering friendship.”

The rest of the walk to McLaren was peaceful. Or at least as peaceful as you hope it can be.

[seosracha]

Haluu!! Currently obsessed with taylor’s guilty as sin, was wondering if you could make a fic with hanbin in mind? :0

⸻ guilty as sin - SUNG HANBIN

genre: strangers to lovers, fluff (ig??!), imagine

pairing: sung hanbin x gn!reader

wc: 0.6k

authors note: my nonnies have such good music taste cause this song is so pretty too🙏 im sorry if i got the meaning of the song messed up tho 😞😞 anyways requests are open!

Ever since you first saw him, walking so confidently down the hallway, his smile and eyes shining so brightly, you knew it’d be him. You knew Sung Hanbin would be the one you’d be pining for, thinking about endlessly, and daydreaming about. 

Hanbin was kind. Not the type of fake, toxic kind, but genuine sweet type of kind. He was also so smart, his beautiful face being just a simple reflection of his truly incredible mind. 

He was the unreachable, desired boy everyone wanted, and nothing really set you apart from any of the other girls who’d beg for a minute of his attention. 

And maybe fantasizing about him, recalling things that never happened made you guilty, but there was no way you could help it. 

Without ever touching his skin, you had fallen for the boy. 

Your friends kept on convincing you to talk to him, try your chances, but you never did, too afraid of the annoyingly sweet rejection he’d probably serve you with. He had already done so with many of his admirers, and each time he managed to, not on purpose, make you feel wrong for even trying. 

The thoughts of Hanbin accompanied you every day, and it deep down made you feel slightly insane, wondering how much longer you can take his absence in your life. 

So when the moment you continuously dreamt about, was unveiling right in front of you, you still had no idea what to say. You had been admiring Hanbin from afar, and now he was right in front of you, that infectious smile plastered all across his face, as the simple words fell right out of his mouth. 

You imagined it, but never expected it to be so easy for him to say. It surely wouldn’t be easy for you. No matter how much you liked him, putting it into words would never be something you’d be able to do. 

“I really like you, Y/n. I have for a long time, but I wasn’t sure if you were interested in me” that exact moment replayed in your mind, and if he wasn’t standing right in front of you, you’d probably slap yourself. 

Your imagination had become so vivid, that this could well be just another hyper realistic reflection of those thoughts. But it wasn’t. After 3 years you finally got to hear Hanbin say those pretty words to your face, with all of his sincerity and honesty. 

You’d never tell him what you thought about, and he’d never tell you neither, but the affection was enough confirmation to know that it was real, and that it’d finally come true. 

And even though you had done half these things in your head, it was now all so tangible, so warm in your hands. He finally felt so real, and you wouldn’t ever give that away. 

So maybe you were guilty as sin for being so taken away by Hanbin’s image without even knowing him, but at least now you could say it aloud with a proud smile.

[elleluvsjurin]

Underwater

Hirai Momo x chubby fem!reader

Warnings: smut, cheating(im sorry!!), g!p Momo, oral, p in v, mommy kink ofc

CIS MEN AND MINORS DNI(a/n: pls don’t plagiarize, I worked really hard on this!!)

DISCLAIMER!! this is purely fiction. This does not depict the idol in real life!! I’ll be honest, this is not proofread bc this idea randomly popped in my head at midnight lolll

Synopsis: it’s 2 am and you need to be touched so you call the one person who will come to your rescue.

~ all i need is for you’s to stay and forever you will sway..

You anxiously bite your nails, texting Momo.

You: come over….

Momo: Y/N, it’s 2 in the morning and my girlfriend is asleep

You: please Momo…i need you

Momo: whatever Y/N, I’ll be there in 10

You place your phone down and smile. You’re getting ready when you suddenly hear the doorbell ring. You go downstairs and open your door to see Momo’s figure in the doorway. She looks at you up and down, giving you a slight smirk.

~ I can’t wait babe, what’s it gon’ be? What’s it gon’ be, babe? You should show me…

“Are you going to let me in or are you going to just eye fuck me?” She asks sarcastically. “Oh fuck you” you mutter. She chuckles and replies, “isn’t that what im here for?” You ignore her and move over, letting her in and locking the door behind you. You go upstairs, with Momo following behind you. You purposely move your hips back and forth each time you take a step. Momo eyes your curvy figure as you walk. She smacks your ass, earning a yelp from you. She laughs at the noise you make. Eventually, you get up to your room. You push Momo onto your bed. “Damn, Y/N” Momo says. You chuckle, untying your robe, dropping it to the floor. Maintaining eye contact with her. Momo grabs your hips, pulling you towards her as she softly kisses your soft tummy. “God i missed you Mo..” you trail off. She looks up at you, sincerely, and mumbles, “i know babe” you slowly knee her crotch, feeling her member grow.

~ who can love you like I love you?

You move to the side, letting her take off her clothes. She signals for you to get on your knees in front of her while she stands up. She grabs onto your chin and looks into your eyes, “open your mouth, pretty girl” Momo says. Instantly, you obey her. Slowly opening your mouth for her. She slowly slides into your warm mouth. She lets out a soft grunt and looks down at you, “you look so pretty like this. So pretty, just for mommy.” She praises you as she starts to slowly thrust into your mouth. You lie your tongue flat on the bottom of her length. Making it easier to deepthroat the beautiful woman. Momo lets out a soft moan while she thrusts into your mouth, her tip softly hitting the back of your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut but she grabs your head, harshly pulling your hair. “Don’t you dare close your eyes, look at me” you open your eyes to look up at Momo. Her eyebrows are furrowed but her eyes are loving. Momo rolls her eyes to the back of her head, feeling herself about to climax. Momo thinks about everything going on with her relationship and with you being in the middle of it. She knows it’s wrong, YOU know it’s wrong. But it feels so right. This…you and Momo, were never supposed to happen. You met Momo about a year ago in college. You tutored her but it was nothing more until you started having feelings for her and that’s when all hell broke loose. You didn’t know about her girlfriend at the time. It was only until you and her got done having sex for the first time. Yet, you couldn’t stop sleeping with Momo. It was like the sex was a drug and she was the plug. You were an addict. You just couldn’t help yourself. Momo’s mind is running wild as she feels your lips wrapped around her dick. She’s in awe at how innocent and cute you look while doing a sinful act. She slightly parts her mouth open and lets out the loudest moan while she cums into your mouth. You swallow every drop of her cum. “Holy fuck, Y/N” she breathes out as she helps you up and throws you onto the bed.

~ oh, 낯선 온기 떨림, it's all you

You bend over for Momo, her favorite position. Face down, ass up. She pulls your head up and whispers in your ear, “are you ready for me, hmm babe?” You feel the head of her cock at your entrance. You nod your head to say yes but that’s not enough for Momo. She harshly tugs onto your hair “Words, tell me what you want, pretty girl.” You whimper, “i-i want you to ruin me mommy” Momo chuckles at your adorable state, “good girl” is all she says before slowly sliding into your tight cunt. You close your eyes and wait until she completely bottoms out inside of you. She waits a few seconds before she starts moving back and forth inside of you. You moan out and throw your ass back against her. “F-fuck Mo” you squeak out as she pulls out and harshly thrusts back in. Momo can never get enough of your walls pulling her in even when she tries to pull out. To be honest, your pussy is probably the best pussy she’s ever had in her life. Her girlfriend never makes her feel this good. She furrows her eyebrows, focusing on her movements. Making sure you feel good just as much as she does. The sound of skin clapping and moans fill your room. You and her moans are in perfect harmony. She softly pulls on your hair and smacks your ass as she thrusts in and out at a fast but steady pace. You continue to throw your ass back on her to match her thrusts. “ah fuck…mmh give it me, pretty girl” she moans out. Momo’s thrusts start to get sloppy. You feel her cock pulsating inside of you. “Holy shit, Y/N im gonna cum” she grunts out. “Cum in me mommy!” You scream, purposely clenching around her, forcing her to cum inside of you. Triggering your own orgasm, you cream all over her cock. Momo kisses the back of your head before pulling out of you.

She cleans you up and gives you a small smile. “Y/N I really do like you but i have a girlfriend so we can’t keep doing this” Momo says. You stand up and look her dead in the eyes. “Momo I love you” you say to her. She avoids your gaze and mumbles “I think i love you too, Y/N. You make me feel amazing, even when im not balls deep inside of you. I want to move forward but i need time, ok?” She says and you nod your head. She walks up to you and kisses your forehead, “will you give me time, Y/N? I need to hear your words.” She says, sternly. “Yes Mo.” you mutter. She smiles and grabs your hand, “but for now, i have to go. I need to sort a few things out and im sleepy.” She takes you downstairs and kisses your lips before walking out of your front door. Truthfully so, that would not be your last time seeing Hirai Momo.

(A/N: i do NOT condone cheating but for this particular story, i did it for the plot! This is my first fic in a long time so bare with me, I promise I’ll get better. I might make a part 2 to this fic because i feel like it’ll be interesting. But if you have any requests pls let me know in my messages! Send me feedback but pls don’t be rude abt it! <3)

[eeunoia]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT!!

Jake, despite having this sweet boy aura around him he can also pass as the most notorious playboy in your univ. like seriously girls/boys will be down on their knees just to earn him!! and while i listen to THE WEEKND FT. JENNIE AND LILY - ONE OF THE GIRLS, i just lost it. instantly i thought of playboy jake and innocent!reader wanted so bad to be worthy of jake's attention, to be one of his girls. like deadass change the way she acts, her style—you know just everything it takes?! she will literally beg him for his attention, doesn’t really mind if he has all these other girls around him. finally, jake notices y/n. have fun with her, flirting with her in every frat parties, touching her chin while smirking dangerously enjoying how you blush just by the mere interaction, kissing you, sweet gestures, a whole lot of mixed signals, late night drives that serve as unofficial dates (at least for you) and you end up falling deeper in love. you start to crave more, from wanting to be just one of his girls, you dreamed of becoming the only one.

“i love you, jake.” you confesses, in hopes of your being returned.

jake smirks, trudges closer and carefully caress your face before scoffing lightly.

“you love me?” he asks softly. he snickers another sexy chuckle, “everyone does, honey.” he leans in and before your lips touch he moves away.

his wide grin has no mercy. “i’m sorry, but i don’t do love, y/n. i think you got too carried away by your feelings. all of these,” he says probably referring to the time you spent together, “i do all it with others as well. you aren’t the only one.” he said like a reminder.

that’s when reality hits you. this is jake sim, the notorius playboy. a tear fell from your eyes as your heart shatters into pieces. jake purses his lips as he tilts his head. those lips... those sinful lips.

“awe, my sweet y/n. did i break your heart?” he almost sound sincere, but his smirk was too evil.

“that’s what i do. i break pretty girl’s heart.”

AAAAAAACKKK TELL ME IM NOT THE ONLY ONE??? CAN SOMEONE RECO ME A FIC SIMILAR TO THIS DHAOBDKDKS IM GOING CRAZY FOR JAKE SIM

[haemey]

Forgive me, fandom, for I have sinned.

On this here first anniversary of Season 2, I give you... this. Whatever this is. I am sincerely sorry. I wrote this over the course of one evening, stewed on it for a few days, then decided I did all I could.

If anyone knows how to make it worse, let me know. I did my best.

T-rated for, just, a lot of f-bombs. 3.2k

The title translates to "I await resurrection from death."

Excerpt:

AN: Speshul fangzzz (get it, coz Im a snakeeee) 2 my bestie A!!!1!!1 He like, litraly went to HELL 4 me 1 tim. U guyz bettr worship him, i swaer 2 Satan. If any of u show dis to hm Im gonna haunt u (jk i luv u guyzzz but srsly dont show hm or u’ll ragret it) ALSO ANGELS DNI IM SERIUS!!!!1!1!!!11!

@goodomensafterdark I am so sorry

[inconspicious-random-thoughts]

During Vaggie and Charlie's visit to Heaven, I don't think there was anything indicating that the city had a beach or anything like an ocean like where we saw Lilith at the end of S1. Granted, we didn't explore ALL of Heaven, obviously, but it still makes me wonder. Is Lilith really staying in Heaven? I wonder if maybe she's actually being housed on Earth, or specifically in Eden, Adam's former domain on Earth. 'Cuz Lute didn't say that Lilith was staying in Heaven as part of her deal with Adam. What do you think?

I love being asked about things Hazbin related. Thank you! Sorry it took a week for me to answer, I been legit sick for a a solid month now from a cold. The lingering coughing hasn't been dreadful but the pure exhaustion I feel (While working too) just left me completely drained. I wanted to answer you while Im feeling at least moderately alive.

Before the question I didn't really put too much thought about Lilith location. I took it as point blank, Lute approached Lilith is lounging in Heaven.

I do like the idea of it being Eden but I am force to lean on the end scene is Heaven for a number of reasons.

From the same universe, Helluvah Boss, it basically a big no-no to go on Earth. On certain beings are allowed (or meant to, it get bypassed) to travel on Earth. I sincerely doubt an exterminator Angel or ANY sinner would be able to free move between realms to Earth. Sinners, had their chance on Earth, there's no return. Exterminators have a very specific purpose, so I doubt they would be granted any access as well.

If we look pass that however, and Eden has some cloaking and impassable shield surrounded it in a way to preserve it from further intreation of humans, similar but not really to a pocket dimension .....maaaaybe. Maybe Lilith gets a pass as she was created and made to be there. I can low key seeing being a gilded cage to keep her in resulting in a deal that was made.

But I'm incline its an unexplored off screen Heaven the viewer didn't get to see. Heaven is meant to cater eternal happiness reward for the pure souls. Some souls really love the beach so there's got to be some beaches for those souls to find eternal peace in.

-I personally dislike the beach unless its at night. My Irish heritage fair skin cant handle the direct sunlight with no natural shade to retreat in.

The main evidence its Heaven in my opinion is the skyline. It's the same we see when meeting St. Peter. The same pastel coloring and mainly the beams of arching light that look structural-?

Granted, if the 'structural' beams of light are a way to cloak from human eyes or just Heavenly dimension, it isn't a stretch that they may surround Eden too. I really like the Eden idea....its like full circle thing, Everything started in Eden so it be fun that it gets more involvement. I don't think that's the case, but I hope it is despite that.

Now, the question is, was it Lilith that Lute was truly speaking to. That lies the question. I keep flip flopping if its Eve or if it is in fact Lilith. It isn't too far fetched that Eve would be near idental, taking over Lilith role as Adam wife. Eve would be very motivated to make a deal to be heaven when being tricked into performing the first sin, making her a sinner. Eve actually playing the role as Adam wife, I can see Adam took pity on her and plead her case. Or even hide her himself in what you you guess, Eden. It would be perfect. As Lute put it, "Adam dead, your deal is done." Which can be taken in multiple ways including that Lilith had a deal wanting Adam dead. But to fit in this scenario, it was Adams deal with her. Not Heavens. 'Lilith' didn't really react to Lute as she spoke, sitting still and listening. We we saw her face she was rather impassive. She only shown reaction-displeasure when Lute said the name Lilith. The way Lute said Lilith seemed a little too empshised. Which may be for the audience if they somehow missed all the Lilith portrayed to realized the new character is. OR its Lute putting emphasis to alert Eve on the upcoming role she needs to play to continue her deal with Lute.

I'm still undecided if its Lilith or Eve. The necklace in the end threw me off. I didn't know why by I way hyper focused on it on my first watch from some reason. I guess my subconscious realized Lilith is always shown to wear pearls (I need to rewatch it to see all the portraits have the pearls or the black diamond necklace. It seem the show purposely wouldn't let us see her hands to determine if there was a wedding ring or not.

The whole ending scene really threw things in the air.

I find Eve lack involvement in the universe so far very suspicious. I think she will be a very key figure coming up. I also think Adam will be revive as a sinner and still play a major role.

The whole lack of Lilith and Eve (and Roo which I believe is the big bad and Alastor contractor)whereabouts is suspicious and its going to hit us hard. Adam is involved in it. I fairly certain he the one that proposed the idea of exterminations. Like, why was Heaven so concern about an uprising? WHO brought that idea to their heads?Seriously, that been bothering me ALOT. I'm positive the first man was manipulated to mull on that idea and nudge to bring that proposal to Sera after something happening in Hell that was orchestrated to make it look like unrest and uprising in Heaven eyes.

The same group of people (Eve, Adam, Lilith, Alastor {Lucifer and Charlie, Heaven involved being puppeted}) is basically trying to puppeteer each other trying to pull the strings, as much as they try gain control, but in reality they are just playing right into Roo plan.

I am so rambling, because that's what I do. I need to rewatch the series to confirm some of these thoughts with clues. I'm sure there many plot holes what I rambled so far. I'm usually multitasking when I rewatch so I forget to look for my little clues.

If the ending scene is in fact Lilith, I am certain she didn't leave to willingly but is some type of hostage to an agreement. I think Lucifer knows whats up too. (His wife in Heaven! Ha!) He seem way to tentative and hesitant speaking to Charlie on the phone about meeting up with Heaven while looking at the family portrait. As in, He was backed into a corner and basically had to agree with Heaven in a newer deal that they kept Lilith hostage (but she be taken care of, promise! where Heaven!) but Charlie can remain with him. He to nervous to have another meeting that involved his daughter who kept in the dark about the deal that caused Lilith absence.

Never once we hear that Lilith is "Missing, gone, divorced" Especially from Lucifer. Just that Heaven took everything from him and Charlie all he had left.

Side note, I love how everything Lucifer said in episode 5 came true. He was right about Heaven not listening. In a smaller easier to miss part. In "More than Anything." he sange "In the end, I won't lose it all again, you are the only thing worth fighting for." He kept that promise by showing up to save Charlie in battle and fighting for her.

The only time Lilith absence is Charlie saying "She off doing something important I'm sure." (Fulfilling a corherced bargain to insure Charlie safety perhaps?)

She did mention that her dad and mom split. But that can be her assumption or something Lucifer said to explain things easier to a much younger Charlie and he already blamed himself for failing Lilith and having her absent in their lives. Or maybe Lucifer said and meant it literally"Your mother is separated from us." but young Charlie just took "separated" as in Lilith marriage with Lucifer. And Lucifer just rolled with it. But Lucifer still clearly love Lilith with still having that ring on his finger and I think Lilith is still in love with Lucifer. They are just literally separated by realms not in marriage.

I think I rambled way more then what you asked for. Ha! apologies I hope its somewhat coherent and not jumbled like they are in my brain and was at least found interesting.

[nicosraf]

hey! just finished abm and it was a great read. i was wondering though, about the plot-choice to make god a perpetrator of ass*ult. do u think it would have been less impactful if instead, god sent others to enact this “punishment” on lucifer instead? or if lucifer were to develop a hatred of god by himself without the ass*ult being written in? i suppose i just find it an interesting decision to see god take such a direct approach, especially when we see that he has normally taken a more indirect seat when it comes to warnings (like the parable of the doves), and normally has his archangels carry out his will. i guess what im trying to say is it’s difficult for me to see god characterized as a perpetrator just bc he seems less hands-on and more like a spectator/moderator for most issues. nevertheless, abm is a wonderful read! the way u write language is like the way mantis shrimp see color

Hello! First I have to mention that my anxiety immediately spiked at this because — especially post-Booktok — I've had to deal with very invasive DMs from strangers demanding an explanation from me for what you mentioned and, really, for everything sexual in the book. I've gotten used to just not answering now — I've made the mistake of thinking people are just curious before they start trying to argue with me (and become even more invasive about me/my-sexuality/traumas/etc)

That said, I think you are approaching me sincerely, so I can talk about it below the cut. It's a bit heavy so CW for SA. I'm sorry if my answer feels jumbled.

I mentioned that I basically got inspiration for how the tragedy of Lucifer would unfold from Ezekiel 16 — in which God grooms (in a very literal way) the personified Jerusalem until she is "old enough for love." God dresses her in all the finest jewelry and ensures she has the best food. Jerusalem is so beautiful that she became famous among all the nations, and God marries her. But then Jerusalem begins to put her faith in her beauty instead; she becomes a "prostitute" unfaithful to God. God threatens sexual violence:

I will gather them against you from all around, and I will strip you naked in front of them so they can see your nakedness. 38 I will punish you as women guilty of adultery or as murderers are punished. I will put you to death because I am angry and jealous. 39 I will also hand you over to your lovers. They will tear down your places of worship and destroy other places where you worship gods. They will tear off your clothes and take away your jewelry, leaving you naked and bare. 40 They will bring a crowd against you to throw stones at you and to cut you into pieces with their swords. (Ezekiel 16 NLT)

And he threatens Jerusalem for similarly in Jeremiah 13, this time even calling out her pride (some line earlier) in specific:

Will not pain grip you like that of a woman in labor? 22 And if you ask yourself, “Why has this happened to me?”— it is because of your many sins that your skirts have been torn off and your body mistreated. (Jeremiah 13 NIV)

And right below, God uses a very direct threat:

“I will scatter you like chaff driven by the desert wind. 25 This is your lot, the portion I have decreed for you,” declares the Lord, “because you have forgotten me and trusted in false gods. 26 I will pull up your skirts over your face that your shame may be seen— 27 your adulteries and lustful neighings, your shameless prostitution!

(You might notice these lines sound similar to those in ABM. That's very intentional. I modified them.)

But it is much deeper than that, of course. And you asked why God does it, rather than order someone else to do it.

For story reasons, I briefly considered God forcing Michael to do it, but that would be too forgivable. I would be taking away Michael's responsibility; in the future, Lucifer could realize Michael was forced to do what he did and they live happily ever after. That's not what I wanted. I also considered God ordering other angels to do it, but there was an obvious predator relationship from the start between him and Lucifer, and so it made less sense for other angels to do it. And, I didn't want the other angels to understand what happened to Lucifer, absolutely nobody.

It's really Lucifer's alienation that pushes him over the edge.

After all, he doesn't start the war after the incident. He grieves, then he returns to life. (The scene with Dina). It was the same thing he did when he lost his voice, and after getting it back. he begins to realize this is different. But, really, Lucifer was already resentful before the incident. In the lead up, before the chasing, Lucifer is talking bad about God is his head, he's talking back. He's furious at him already; if God hadn't done what he did, Lucifer would have started fully hating him over time and, most likely, after sleeping with Michael.

The SA is mostly unnecessary to Lucifer's development into hating God, except in modifying the hate and tying in the core inner struggles of the book. The scene's existence is more thematic.

ABM is a story about bodies, about body hate, and body autonomy. Lucifer has his autonomy denied over and over in the book; God says that he owns Lucifer's body because he created it. I'm referencing 1 Corinthians 6 with that:

All other sins a person commits are outside the body, but whoever sins sexually, sins against their own body. 19 Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; 20 you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies. (1 Corinthians 6 NIV)

(Relevantly, this chapter also mentions that homosexuality is wrong. And it also states how we should become one with God in a way parallel to becoming one with another person through sex: "Do you not know that he who unites himself with a prostitute is one with her in body? For it is said, “The two will become one flesh.” But whoever is united with the Lord is one with him in spirit.")

So when God does what he does, he violates Lucifer's autonomy and his body. It's not just a statement about Lucifer's body belonging to him (the body that Lucifer has struggled for so long to find comfort in), it's a way of showing that Lucifer has no escape. When Lucifer ran, God warped the world around them so that Lucifer kept returning to him. Everything on the outside was God, and then...

It's a punishment against promiscuity. Lucifer was growing into his sexuality. He was like an adolescent. He was flirting with the angels in the baths. He was learning to be sensual and to enjoy it. Punishing promiscuity with SA is incredibly Christian; it's what God does in the excerpts I shared above.

It's allegorical to Christian authority figures who've taken advantage of young people, particulalry very vulnerable people.

It's about screaming how violating the Christian God's actions have always felt. He's in your head, he owns your body, he is everything. He is allowing horrible things to happen to you. He is the thing hurting you. But he loves you. But he is watching you and ensuring you stay pure.

It's attached to this theme of a lonely God at the center of it all, so lonely he made a universe where all these things have to love him and adore him and gush about him. So lonely he made Lucifer, who is as close as he can get to an equal, which God neither wants nor believes he can create. But he wants something almost like him. Almost.

So — in most ways the SA is mostly metaphorical. The point is about domination and bodies, rather than God experiencing real desire or the SA just being a Bad thing that happens. And, if it helps, I don't imagine it to have been... normal. God is never described. He might not be human shaped (I don't imagine that he is).

Agh I'm ranting too much now, but this might be the last time I really talk about it. Despite all these things (and I didn't even mention everything), it's at its core a personal book about personal things, and talking about it can get difficult without getting worked up.

But I'll mention this was one of the big decisions I made when I stepped away from traditional publishing for the first time. In the original version of ABM, the SA was actually so subtle that only 1 beta reader caught it. But I didn't want to be a coward.

Thank you so much for reading. I'm really glad you enjoyed. Thank you for asking respectfully! I'm sending you good wishes. And I will think of shrimp mantis colors forever

[skubean]

Ohohoho have you written angst yet?

Maybe a reader who got assigned a character very similar with a graduated member and everyone gets mad on the reader or smth 🤭

Honestly sounds really juicy

oh my god anon first of all i am SO sorry this took so long, i was a little burnt out and busy but IM BACK (hopefully). second of all, I WROTE THIS AND DID NOT SAVE IT SO MY PROGRESS IS GONE so im starting from scratch again, im sorry if it isnt to your liking T.T also probably a bit controversial ksskkssk

where did it go wrong? ft. gn reader (nijisanji based)

cw: mentions of graduated member, pls dont take this srsly this is a fiction, lots of misunderstandings, angst to the core, this ones short bcs angst sucks!

you were beyond joy, ecstatic even. how could you not when you finally received the news you've been waiting for months. "i got in", you thought. it was probably the most happy you've ever been, especially considering how anxious you were the past few months, worried sick that you were going to get rejected. you were a part of the company now, the company you wanted to work with for streaming, it almost felt so unreal. when you sat in a meeting w the staffs, and went through some designs for your model, you were quick to notice one seeing quite familiar. and it broke your heart. it reminded you so much of them. but what hurt you more was when they urged you to use the exact model that you hoped you wouldn't get. their reasonings being that it suited you best, or that it makes up for the lost of one, something like that. you were shattered, scared, terrified, but lack the guts to reject anything. when you were introduced to the other members of the company, they all welcomed you warmly. the other members who were to debut alongside you quickly became acquainted w the others and it almost felt as if they've known them for so long. worried that you would be left behind, you had personally messaged some of your senpais to seek for guidance and to make conversations, only to be treated so coldly. "oh sorry, y/n. i can't help you i'm busy", while they helped the others earnestly. "you don't know how to start stream? what are you, an amateur?", while they guided your debut mates side by side. "if you want to have people like you, you gotta be more original. don't stoop so low and be a fake like this" you were beyond confusion. what the hell was all this treatment you were getting? did you say something wrong? were you rude? did you offend anybody? why, just why were they ignoring you so openly, and multiple at that too. but you held strong, you stayed calm. if you wanted to debut, then this prejudice was nothing. you could do it. it was going to be fine. except it wasn't. when debut day came, you were the last in line to stream. technical issues, internet problems. you couldn't bare to see twitter, to see the hate that was being thrown at you for being unprofessional. at last, when you finally got the stream to work, you were shocked to see the criticism they were throwing at you in the live chat. "rip-off" "faker" "unoriginal" "give us back what we lost" you wanted to cry. why is it your fault? you noticed how shaky your voice was, and you tried so so hard to hold back your tears. your hands were trembling, and you kept fumbling on your words. it was just so unfair. why should you bear the sins of other people? post debut, you were looking at the tweets and were just so heartbroken to see the double treatment people were giving you. you hated everything at that moment, and were rethinking if you did the right thing. it wasn't fair. you were human too. months passed by and you were never free from the foul mouths of the people on the internet, and it drained you so much. you wanted to make a living, wanted to do your best to provide content for people just as it makes you happy. but if happiness wasn't destined for you, and if people couldn't see your sincerity, then maybe it was all your fault in the end.

a/n: bro can i just say i hate angst skskssksk this sucks

[thytaenic]

╰‧₊˚ A GREEK DEITY!AU where (y/n), the god of war and Leona Kingscholar, the god of wisdom were in love, close to tying the red string of fate but one day, while (y/n) was out hunting, they met Malleus Draconia who was also a god. soon a war broke out where (y/n) declared their love for Malleus Draconia but was tied by destiny to Leona Kingscholar.

part one , part two , part three

"do you have something to tell me?"

the god of wisdom asked, hands wrapped tightly around his lover’s waist as he pulled them close to him. the other’s lips were just inches away from his and he intended to lean closer but he was taken aback by their smile full of sincerity. the thought of indulging himself in their deadly poisonous yet addicting kiss was soon shut down.

"of course not, love. i dont lie, do i?" they chimed, snaking their arms around his neck. the male tensed up but a fine line of smirk formed on his lips and he leaned closer to the little lad on his lap.

his lips were soft, the way they slowly tried to fit in with theirs felt too good to stop. their eyes fluttered to close as they purposely took the time to slightly tilted their head to the side. everything felt so long but he made it meaningful, taking his time to show his lover the deep passion in the heart of a god whose hands would be stained with blood most of the time. but with his lover, hes as soft as a feather of a pigeon. (y/n) wasnt aware of the delicate sinful noise they let out in between the heated moment of them under the lushful tree.

it made the wise god groaned and took the opportunity to slip his tongue in, taking every inch of love theyre sharing. fingers raked a handful of his soft brown hair bathe in sunshine and his grip tightened around their body as none of them showed a signal to stop. they backed away just inches away from his face and breathed heavily, lips still brushing against each others. soft tint of red hue appeared on our faces and they let out a chuckle- he looked so into the kiss just now.

"youre flustered." "oh hush you. have you looked at yours?"

he whispered in his raspy voice. (y/n) could feel his lips vibration against theirs. it sent shivers down (y/n)’s spines and explosion of butterflies in their stomach lead them to lean closer again. leona understood immediately and for a moment, they stayed in each others arms.

“just let us stay longer, dear father.” leona uttered.

⊹˚︵‿₊˚ʚɞ˚₊‿︵˚

they weren’t expecting to be summoned by their dear Father so early in the morning. (y/n) barely can open their eyes when All-Father of the Gods arranged a hunting event for all the mighty gods. 

“wasn’t expecting to hunt a dear here.” (y/n) cooed as their eyes wandered up and down the fellow on the ground who seemed to have caught an arrow right through their left arm. “nice headpiece you have there, by the way.”

but the fellow only scoffed, he knew it’s getting nowhere with the fight he’ll start if he returned the sarcasm. 

“you’ve never seen a dear of my species, i assume?”

“of course not! those thorns are thicker than leona’s head.” 

leona kingscholar, huh. who would’ve thought this young but bold god right here is a property of the god of wisdom? he thought. they gently pulled out the arrow from his arm, prepared to hear a hiss of pain but was caught off guard with the sudden chuckle instead. he can still laugh amidst the situation he’s in?

(y/n) spoke out loud bits by bits of their incantation as the man with a pair of solid rock horns’ arm started to recover. no scar was left, truly a work of a god whose life was also part of the All-Father’s artwork. “that should do it, i hope”

“no apology?”

they furrowed their brows. “right, im sorry. anyway, you’re a deer or a what, goat?”

“god.” he answered but he was not expecting the others to laugh out loud. them on the other hand, was hoping to see him crack a smile but they weren’t sure how to react when a pout grew out of his mouth.

cute. despite being a bit hurt with (y/n)’s reaction, he knew it’s a normal reaction to laugh at a god with horns. more like a devil. sadly, he’s used to it and brushed it away when the fellow god who had just finished wiiping their tears of laughter off, suddenly bowed to apologise. 

“im sorry, again, about that. its just ive never seen you around.”

“thats probably because youre caught up with work from All-Father. i understand that.”

he shook his head, telling them to keep it cool. he stood up from the ground before his arm reached for his recurve bow and slung it over his shoulder. he thanked them, bid them goodbye with such beautiful smile and oh dear, how it made (y/n)’s cheeks painted with bright crimson.

[average-submas-enthusiast]

It Starts with Sorry Reprise

Im working on a Hazbin Hotel fic which is basically my predictions for Season 2. I haven't written any chapters yet, just the broader strokes, but until I can give yall anymore updates, have a song I was working on for the Fic. This isn't the final version so feel free to critique.

“It Starts With Sorry” reprise:

Sir Pentious: It started with sorry

To people I now adore, a simple sorry

Spoken straight from my core

The road to redemption was a full of stops and starts

But I apologized from the heart

Sera: How'd they redeem a sinner like him?

That's not a choice to make on whim

Lute: They just forgave him?

Why not just spill his blood?

Sir Pentious: That's an option they could’ve chose

But we became friends and not foes

It started with sorry

Emily (happily): Sorry!

You dug down deep and you said a sincere sorry

Sir Pentious: I was sorry

And my journey was underway

Emily and Sir Pentious: It took some time to recover from your/my multitude of sins

But sorry was where it began

It started with sorry

[lilfartbox1]

Oh haha, now I feel special! Yeah I think we, collectively as a fandom need to lower our expectations lol Good moments don't mean canon status. Maybe the ultimate moment is just an online scrabble game haha. I also don't think they will address the weird distancing in s16 bc i don't think it was an intentional decision on the writers' part. But i agree, i love speculations, even if they're unlikely they are a lot of fun to discuss! What are your theories? One thing I didn't mention but im like 90% sure will happen is Emily assigning JJ as the official unit chief. Frankly im just really happy that they might openly interact like they did in the early seasons, because i miss that "i know you better than you know yourself" type dynamic they used to have.

OH SWEET ANONYMOUS YOU ARE SPECIAL AND SO LOVELY!!!

and 90% sure about emily making jj unit chief is insanely high! but not impossible so very cool theory

also yes please i miss earlier seasons of them being so caring towards each other,

ALSO ALSO i will shamefully admit to the internet (just this once) THAT I AM NOT CAUGHT UP ON CM *insert me crying in the corner* ... (therefore i think my theories are invalid bc i dont have all the info)

OK GUYS ILL confess my sins! i am not caught up i think im on like season 14 episode ???/ 11 i believe

OKAY SO DONT JUDGE BEFORE I GET TO EXPLAIN but im watching w my beloved father and he can only watch a couple a night because he likes to get a normal amount of sleep (weird) and i would rather BINGE INTO THE NIGHT UNTIL ALL THE SEASONS ARE DONE BY THE TIME TO NEW ONE COMES OUT but i am having self control and trying VERY HARD not to watch it without him! so im internally fighting whether? (wether?) or not i watch everything a couple days prior to s17 arrival or not....

and you guys might be wondering (ur definitely not) .. "now little fart box how do you know about details of the future seasons if you haven't seen it..."

OK GUYS LIKE ANY OTHER PERSON (no one else on planet earth) i LOVE SPOILERS because i like to know what's going to happen so i can be prepared for it emotionally ( i know really smart definitely not bc youre probably autistic and want to plan ahead weirdo)

ok that was a lot, sorry in advance to any being that per chance happens to read the entirety of this sincerely, LFB1.

[shameonmeeguiltypleasure]

Seducing Mr Bridgerton chp 11 Progress Update:

This Author has had a break through 🙌

Real Life still sucks. I'm broke as shit, on the job hunt again, but hey! The depression ain't bad, I'm working out and managing to remember to eat once every second day, I'm pushing through it all 💪😅

In saying that: What are readers thoughts/opinions about Church Sex ?🫣👀🫣 Cause I'm not sure how comfortable I am about it 🤔🤔

I mean, I defs think it's very hot, kinky and super sinful....but reading the filth and writing the scene are two very different matters 🤷

Can I write it? Absolutely (Im already going to hell might as well embrace the horny before eternal flame in the afterlife 🤷 )

It's also in character for SMB's Polin 👀😏😂

But I just want to know if some readers would prefer I set the explicit chapter aside as a stand alone, or if you'd be satisfied with a simple tag and pre-warning? 🤔 (Not that I'm promising church sex just wanting to know readers stance...)

Please let me know by commenting on this post, for the future of chapter.... Mmh I think it's chapter 13 or 14 🤔 yet to decide. ...

Which brings me to my final point in this update which doubles as a plea/request.

I am in need of TWO (possibly THREE) readers of SMB's help!!

SMB chapter 11 has taken far too long, given me way too much stress and I now harbour immense .... Dislike for it. I can no longer make a clear judgement on whether it serves a purpose for the entirety of SMB's plot/narrative and the future LMB direct sequel.

So, I turn to you my loyal and beloved readers for guidance. (Teamwork makes the dream work)

SMB chapter 11 has about... Mmh.... 3000(?) Words to go before I'll consider all my draft points included. At my current writing pace l should be done in three days. At that point I'll be in the editing stage.

Real talk: I've locked in a date for when I'll be posting chp 11, but won't share because, again, I'm seeking reader guidance to confirm a few things.

So To conclude: Can I have Two SMB reader volunteers to beta read CHP 11 once it's drafting stage is done?

If you can send me an ask via Tumblr (not without a username of course to direct mssg 😅) answering one simple question, I'll puzzle through and choose two from the lot. I'm keeping this open just Incase I run into a similar problem with future chapters so there'll be some variations 😅😅 (Sorry if I don't pick you, but I don't want too many spoilers spreading.) Also it's a one off pick 🤷😅so If I do have the same issue in the future I won't ask the same two readers to help like this again and just pick new ones 🤷

Question to answer: Why are you still reading SMB when it's been way too bloody long since an update?

Of course this is all voluntary, I'm not forcing anyone's hands or using CHP 11 as hostage. SMB and you readers are all incredibly dear to me and I dont want you all to feel abandoned or forgotten if something unexpected ever comes up for me in real life x

With having said that,

My sincere gratitude to all you readers,

Love ShameOnMee xx

[delicate-bliss]

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐝,

I'm writing you this because.. I did it again. I'm sorry. Why does this keep happening? Why must sin be so attractive and feel good? The one thing I said I wouldn't do again I did. Again, and again. I thought i repented. But did I really? Why does it keep getting me? i know why. I took my eyes off you for one second, and I fell again. Just like Peter did when You walked on water. I fell again. I feel like I blew my chance of entering your kingdom. I am angry with this sin. Sick and tired of it. As soon as i started to hear from you again, i got too comfortable and didnt seek you with my whole heart. The moment i took my eyes off you it happened. I gave in. I failed. I harmed our relationship. I'm tired of going back and forth. Either all in or all out. I am seriously done. I am your child and i will not disobey you any further. You did not suffer and die on that cross for me to act in this manner. The path is truly narrow. The path of sin is so easy, my flesh wants to take it but my heart is fighting to stay on your path. "I'm sorry" isn't repenting, its just recognizing that i messed up. Im done with the sorries. I'm turning back to you, and i'm keeping my focus on you.

i'm going to deny myself and keep fighting.

Sincerely,

A tired sinner.

[oathofkaslana]

list of my lil kiamei moments i love in no particular order:

mei's herrscher persona choosing to recede both because kiana proved that she was truthful when she said that she wanted to save mei and because she could tell mei really loved kiana

mei's herrscher persona only feeling fear two times: once, when kiana told her she would save her and she couldnt tell whether or not kiana was being sincere. twice, when kiana confirmed her sincerity and the herrscher persona receded because she was afraid of hurting kiana.

mei's herrscher persona coming out when kiana was attacked in escape from nagazora :'

"huh it seems there may be someone i might miss if i were to die" "sorry i still have to protect someone from the ilks of you" "she's finally here, my silver-haired weakness" ALL THINGS MEI'S HERRSCHER PERSONA SAID ABOUT KIANA.

REBURN KISS. MY GOD.

kiana reading a blurb about kallen and reacting to her and sakura with "theres nothing wrong with loving a herrscher! especially a pretty one that can cook!" while blushing and thinking of various images of mei

THE FUCKING WHITE DAY RINGS THEY GAVE TO EACH OTHER THAT WERE SOLD FOR 520 (I LOVE YOU) AND 1314 (FOREVER)

THE FUCKING VALENTINES DAY STIGMATA NAMED ETERNAL LOVE THAT DEPICTED THEM GETTING MARRIED

mei in mystery of stigmata dreaming about a wedding with kiana and blushing when kiana was about to kiss her

"im home now, mei" "mm. kiana, youre home now. welcome back."

LAMENT OF THE FALLEN "how can i endure when i know that deep in my heart that compared to the world, you are more important" "if saving you is a sin then i will gladly become a sinner" "you changed my destiny from the moment you touched my hand"

kiamei canonical parallels to owlana. like that literally being apart of mei's moral conflict in chapter 19. i cant even make this shit up.

griseo asking mei what her favorite colors are and mei going "red and orange" which are her and kiana's colors.

mei coming back to the elysian realm after briefly talking with kiana and lending her some of her power and both eden and elysia being able to tell that she "reunited with someone important to her" and elysia prompting mei to "tell me about her"

“you’re the most special part of all the beautiful things in the world” “even compared to the world, you are more important”

we need to talk about kiamei