#late post lol this took forever plus i kept getting pulled away

[blackjackkent]

OK time for yet another boss battle combat report!

(Everyone seemed to like the Iron Throne play-by-play so I guess I'm getting more thorough with these. XD )

We get to fight big boy, who i'm not referencing by name till under the cut, and his three lady friends from the other thrones, plus the three guards from the front door.

Sarevok is quite beefy - 206HP. Surprisingly, the guards from the front door are the other scary ones; That Which Guards has 236HP and the other two are 162. Amelyssan and her cronies are a much more reasonable 72, which means that they're our first targets to get off the field as quickly as possible.

springagainafter: hee hee I've been waiting for you to get to the bit where Sarevok shows up springagainafter: ghost Melissan too UGH springagainafter: PUNCH SAREVOK, HECTOR springagainafter: do it for Rasaad, it's what he would want XD blackjackkent: heeeeee blackjackkent: hell yeah

Let's see how well Team Juggernaut holds up to this challenge.

Minsc was able to open the fight by taking out Amelyssan at once. (He gets five attacks with Nyrulna on the first turn of the fight due to Dread Ambusher and Enraged Throw and he used them all on her.) I like to think that this was not actually strategy but just him zeroing in on her immediately as the person he hates second most on the field (but was most likely to kill quickly) and wanting her GONE.

I backed up out of combat for a bit so I could look at Sarevok's inspect screen and he's a spooky boy. Among his Exciting Features are: Legendary Resistance (unsurprising), Exceptional Plate (decreased physical damage), multiattack, bleed infliction on enemies with full health, and 20AC. Fundamentally, though, the scariest thing about him is that he has a number of equally scary friends and a lot of health, so we'll be better off taking the friends out of the equation fast. We've dealt with Steel Watchers, so as long as Sarevok doesn't start exploding, I'm not as worried as I was with them. XD

The three echoes also turn out to be primary targets because they cast Haste on Sarevok and Slow on our party, both of which are TERRIFYING in this context, so good to get them off the field as quickly as possible.

As the fight goes on, though, things get... interesting. Every time our boy Sarevok hits something he gets a stack of "Murderous Strikes", and when it hits 4 he can cast "Deathbringer's Legacy" which basically allows him to do a four-strike multihit. And when hastened he can get that VERY often.

On her second turn, Jaheira DISCONNECTS HERSELF FROM THE PARTY because she doesn't have time for my mediocre combat skills, casts Confusion on all three of the weird scary guards, and beelines straight for Sarevok like a house on fire entirely without my input.

CORRECTION: The above point seriously confused me through quite a few reloads and I couldn't figure out what was causing it bc it only seemed to happen sometimes. Turns out that one of the Big Scary Guards cast "Compelled Duel" on her, which I think broke her out of my control briefly even though it's supposed to just prevent her from attacking anyone other than the caster. And then I think her casting Confusion caused the control to drop (when the BSG failed its save) but didn't put her back in the party.

I like my interpretation better, though, that she's so pissed off with Sarevok that she doesn't have time for my bullshit.

Honestly Hector's brute force punching is carrying the day. (The spirit of Rasaad moves within him indeed.) His second turn he got a starting topple on Sarevok and melted him for a total of [does hasty math] A HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE DAMAGE. My boy is a guided missile and we love that for him! This build is so broken oh my god, Zen. XD

Looking more closely at the Big Scary Guards, I noticed this:

This is good news actually and means we probably don't have to kill them, just keep them from killing US long enough to deal with Sarevok.

Having finally, after a number of confused reloads, figured out what was going on with Jaheira, it was time to bring out the owlbear to smack Sarevok around, and leave Karlach in the back to deal with the BSGs. Four owlbear claw hits in a row for ~22 damage each is spicy, plus each of them does knockback, which gives us the incredibly satisfying image of Sarevok Anchev bouncing across the floor like an errant ping-pong ball.

Eventually we whittled him down! The BSGs, as expected, despawned when Sarevok died, and we just had to clear out the remainder of the echoes in order to finish the fight.

Yasssss. SAREVOK ANCHEV IS NO MORE!

*loud cheering from Faenya-Dail*

I would damn well hope the Murder Tribunal are impressed after that display. XD

I didn't even know that was an option but I think I'm glad we didn't become whatever that is. XD

Excellent. That will be Thursday's project since I have raids tomorrow. XD

[gubler-me-up]

Jealous Boy (MGG Request)

Request: Jealous sex with Matthew and it’s just filled with pure filth (i.e degradation, spitting etc) pls

A/N: Thank you for sending in this request, anon! We do love some jealous sex! I would have posted this earlier but I took a looong break today which I shouldn’t have but here we are back to posting in the a.m. hours. If the writing seems off you know why but I corrected as much as I could find now and as per usual will probably go back and edit later when I find mistakes while reading through LOL Hope you enjoy and happy reading 🥳

Couple: Dom!MGG/Fem!reader

Category: Smut (NSFW 18+)

Content warning: Clubbing, grinding dancing with stranger, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), hair pulling, slapping, spitting, choking, spanking, creampie, swearing

Word count: 3k

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For weeks on end you insisted Matthew and you should go to this new club in downtown LA. You knew clubbing wasn’t really his scene anymore but you wanted to spend your Saturday night dancing the worries of the week away. He couldn’t say no to you forever, so he eventually said yes.

You stared in the mirror one last time trying to fix your hair the way you liked it. You were taking the longest time to get ready because you hadn’t been to a club in a long time and wanted to make sure you were the hottest thing insight. Matthew was waiting for you downstairs. You had told him you only needed five more minutes but you had been upstairs for twenty.

“Y/N, are you almost done?” He called from downstairs.

“Yeah, babe. I’m coming right now,” you shouted.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” he shouted back.

You chuckled and decided you had kept him waiting for long enough. You grabbed your purse off the bed and bolted out the bedroom door to meet him downstairs. You ran downstairs to see him standing by the front door with his shoes on and keys in his hand.

He bit his bottom lip as he watched you come down the stairs. You didn’t know if he was fixated on how your low cut top was making your boobs pop out or if it was how nicely your jeans hugged your legs. You went up to him and broke him out of his stare by giving him a kiss.

“How do I look?” You asked.

“Fucking amazing,” he said.

You giggled. “I guess we’ll both be the hottest thing at the club.”

He chuckled. “You beat me by a mile with the way you look.”

You felt him grab your ass and squeeze it. You giggled before he gave you another kiss. You pushed him away before he got too carried away.

“Save that energy for tonight, tiger,” you joked.

“I mean we don’t have to go to the club,” he said.

You pouted. “You already said we could and I really want to.”

“I’m joking, we’re still going to go. I hope everyone keeps their hands to themselves there though,” he said.

“No need to worry, babes. I’m sure everyone will keep their hands to themselves,” you assured him.

He smiled and kissed you one last time before the both of you headed outside to the car. You two quickly started your journey into the downtown scene. You didn’t even realize how late it was getting until you saw the time in the car. It was nearing 11 p.m. You didn’t plan to stay out late especially since it wasn’t Matthew’s scene and you didn’t want him to go further out of his comfort zone than he already was.

He parked in a parking garage near the club. You eagerly hopped out and ran to the driver’s side. As soon as he stepped out of the car you grabbed his hand so you two could get a move on it. He laughed at your eagerness as you basically dragged him out of the parking garage.

“I’m telling you you’re going to fall in love with the club scene again,” you said.

“I think I’m too old for the club scene,” he said.

“Ugh we’re both too old for the club scene but it doesn’t mean we can’t have a good time,” you said.

He chuckled. “But you have way more energy than I do. Plus you have a good knee.”

You giggled. “I’ve seen you dance and you still have it in you.”

You two reached the club in no time with your pep in your step. You swore it was further from where he had parked the car. You felt bad for dragging Matthew by his arm the whole way because you knew how he took his time while walking. You were just glad you were holding his hand or else he’d probably still be in the parking garage.

To your surprise there wasn’t much of a line to wait in. You two took your place in line and waited for the few people in front of you to go in. You saw five guys walk out and got excited. The more people who left the faster you two could get in. They walked by you two as they left the club.

You heard them whispering to each other but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Matthew looking at them as they walked by. He kept looking at them as they walked out of sight. He finally looked away from their direction and rolled his eyes. You raised a questionable eyebrow at his expression.

“Is there something wrong?” You asked.

“They were looking at you and whispering to each other,” he said.

“So what?” You asked.

“They were looking at your ass,” he said.

“Ugh just ignore them,” you said.

“It’s hard ignoring five guys looking and talking about your ass, Y/N,” he said.

“Just forget about them,” you insisted.

He sighed as he dropped the subject for your sake. You were glad he did because you two had reached the front of the line. You took out your I.D. to show the bouncer and so did Matthew. The bouncer let you two in. You immediately walked towards the dance floor. The music was blasting and you could feel the beat running through your body.

You looked back at Matthew who was following you close behind. He looked as if he was still thinking about the incident outside. You sighed and walked up to him. You grabbed his hands.

“Can you look as if you have energy, please?” You asked.

“How about I get you a drink and you can show me your moves on the dance floor?” He suggested.

“Fine, I’ll be here waiting,” you said.

He gave you a kiss before walking over to the bar. You watched him walk away and stayed in your spot as you told him you would. You soon heard your favourite song blasting on the DJ speakers. You looked back at the bar and saw Matthew still waiting to tell the bartender his order.

You decided you had enough time to dance to the song. You rushed to the dance floor and started to slowly dance to it. You were trying to build your confidence up to fully show your moves. You swaying your hips and being alone on the dance floor attracted eyes to you. One of those eyes was brave enough to approach you. A guy danced up to you with a beaming smile on his face.

“You’ve got some serious moves,” he complimented.

“Thank you. You’re not bad yourself,” you said.

“Do you always move your hips like that?” He asked.

“Only to this song. It’s my favourite song,” you said.

“No way. My hips move like that to this song as well,” he said.

“Oh really?” You said.

“Yeah. Turn around and I’ll show you. I promise not to do any funny business,” he said.

You narrowed your eyes at him to see if he was trustworthy. You didn’t think it would cause any harm if you danced with someone else for just a second. You turned around and continued to dance as you felt him push up against you.

“Wow, you really do love this song,” he said.

“I told you,” you said.

You felt him place his hands on your hips. You felt him gently pull you in closer to him and rested his head on the side of yours. You looked back at him with a suspicious look.

“I thought no funny business?” You asked.

“Sorry, you’re right. I got carried away in how well you dance,” he said.

“You think you’re slick huh?” You asked.

He chuckled. “Maybe a little.”

You felt your arm get jerked away from the guy you were dancing with. You didn’t even have to turn around to know it was Matthew. You looked anyway and saw how upset he looked at the guy. The guy you were dancing with put his hands up in a self-defence position before backing away completely.

Matthew then turned his attention back to you. You knew he was in a jealous rage just by the way his eyes were wild. You looked at his free hand and didn’t see a drink in it. He must have watched your every move from the bar and didn’t bother ordering the drink. He was fuming.

“We’re leaving now,” he said.

“Because I was dancing with someone?” You asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“It wasn’t what it looked like,” you said.

“So you weren’t dancing with him? I just imagined the whole thing?” He asked.

“Well, yeah but-”

“We’re going.”

He dragged you by the arm all the way out of the club. You pouted and sighed as you two walked out. You wanted to resist but you didn’t want him to be any more upset than he already was. You knew how he got when he was jealous and you didn’t want to provoke him any more than you had. You started to think of what would happen when you two got home.

The car ride back was quiet but he didn’t seem as upset anymore. His eyebrows were still furrowed as he drove. You didn’t think he was going to argue about what happened any further. Besides he wasn’t the arguing type regardless.

As soon as you two walked through the front door, you kicked off your heels and made your way upstairs. He was still quiet and didn’t pay you much mind. You expected him to cool down soon and you two could get past the night.

You went to the bathroom and took off your makeup. As you wiped your face with your makeup wipe you could hear Matthew walking up the stairs. You sighed and decided it was time you apologized to him for dancing with that guy. His silence was killing you and he knew it was.

You walked out of the bathroom as soon as he walked into the bedroom. Before you uttered a word he gestured with his fingers for you to come to him. You obeyed and walked up to him.

“Matthew, I just wanted-”

“On your knees.”

“What?”

“You want to make it up to me? Get on your knees.”

You immediately dropped to your knees. He forcibly stuck his fingers in your mouth to open it up wide. You opened it up as wide as possible as you watched him undo his pants. He pulled down his pants along with his underwear. His dick sprung up in front of you.

“If you want to act like a whore you’re going to be a whore for me,” he said before shoving his dick in your mouth.

You choked as his dick reached the back of your throat. He grabbed your hair and pulled your hair back and forth so your head could bob on his dick. Your hands found your way to your top and you pulled it down to reveal your breasts.

He saw what you did and pulled your hair to take you off his dick. He slapped you across your face before grabbing your face to pull you up to stand. He used his other hand to roughly squeeze your breast. You let out a yelp as he continued to roughly massage it.

“Is this what you wanted to do at the club? Show everyone how much of a slut you are?” He asked.

“No,” you responded.

He slapped you on your cheek again before grabbing your neck. He pulled you closer to him so you were right in front of his face. You saw the rage still in his eyes but there was also the look of needing you as well. Whenever he got like this you knew you were in for some amazing rough sex.

“That’s all you have to say for yourself? No? I don’t fucking believe you,” he said.

“I only belong to you,” you said.

“Is that right? Then why were you such a whore tonight?” He asked.

“I was being a bad whore. I think I should be punished for it,” you said.

“You do?” He asked.

“Of course,” you said.

He took his hand off of your neck to pull off your shirt. He slapped your right breast and you yelped. He did it again and you yelped even louder. He squeezed your soar breast and listened as your voice cracked a small scream.

“I don’t think this is punishment enough for what you did,” he said.

“So fuck the shit out of me then,” you said.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He questioned.

“I would,” you said.

He slapped your breast again. “Of fucking course a whore like you would like that.”

“Yes I would,” you yelped.

“You’re a fucking disgusting whore. Turn around,” he demanded.

You swiftly turned around and waited for his next move. He took off your jeans along with your underwear and pulled them all the way down to the floor. You stepped out of them and kicked it aside. He spanked your ass hard and you let out a shriek.

“Tell me you fucking love this,” he said.

“I fucking love it,” you said.

He spanked your ass again. “Louder.”

“I fucking love it,” you shrieked.

He grabbed both your arms to place them behind your back. He shoved you forward so you could walk towards the bed. As you reached the edge of the bed, he pulled you close to him so you could feel his dick on your ass.

“Show me how your whore ass grinded on that guy again,” he demanded.

You started to move your hips side to side to appease his request. It was hard to move your hips effectively with his hard dick in the way but you tried your best. You then felt him roughly circle his fingers on your clit. You started moaning loudly and could hardly keep your hips moving properly.

“I know the guy you were grinding on didn’t feel as good as I do,” he said.

“H-he…God, no he didn’t,” he said.

He pushed you down on the bed face down. He removed his hand from your clit and you could feel him positioning himself behind you. His dick lingered right outside of your opening and you were anticipating its entrance.

“Now you want just one dick?” He asked.

“I’ve always wanted your dick and only your dick,” you said.

“Tonight you wanted to be a fucking disgusting whore for no reason. I think I need to remind you who you belong to,” he said.

He placed his hand on your face to hold you down in place. You gasped loudly as you felt him ram himself inside of you. You couldn’t even make a word escape your mouth properly to tell him how good he was fucking you.

He hovered over your body, his face lowered down to yours. He watched you carefully as you continued to moan out profanities. He spit in your mouth as he saw your mouth gaped open. It landed on the side of your mouth and you let it seep into your mouth before you licked it up completely.

“That’s right. Be a fucking good whore for me and take that shit,” he said.

You stuck out your tongue and he accepted your request loud and clear. He spit onto your tongue again and you took it into your mouth as you continued to moan. He grabbed your ass and squeezed it as he started to ram into you even harder.

“Oh fuck,” you shrieked.

“Shut up and take my dick, fucking whore,” he said.

“Yes,” you shrieked.

He hooked his index finger onto the corner of your mouth. Him being over you having his way with you made you extremely wet. You could feel his dick slip and slide out of you with ease and you could tell on his face he enjoyed it. He bit his bottom lip and you knew it was a sign he was trying to restrain himself from cumming.

He moved his hand from your face and grabbed your arms to pull you up. He continued to fuck you as you stood in front of him. He used his free hand to grab your neck as his other hand continued to restrain you. He placed his mouth by your ear and you could hear his laboured breaths.

“I’m going to cum in you and your whore pussy’s going to take it,” he said.

“I need your cum inside of me,” you begged.

“You’re such a fucking desperate cum whore,” he said.

“I am. I fucking am,” you said.

He let out a long groan and you could feel his cum fill you up. You let out a deep moan as you let him finish before he pulled out. He let go of your neck and spanked you on your soar ass again before letting go of your neck.

“Turn around,” he demanded.

You turned around. He grabbed you by your face and pulled you close to him. He wasn’t as rough this time but you knew he was still in his zone just by the way he grabbed you by your jaw.

“I thought you would know by now I’m the jealous type,” he said.

“I do but I’m the type to like jealous sex,” you said.

“I guess that makes us a perfect pair,” he said.

He leaned in and kissed you. He eased up from the kiss and the darkness from his eyes disappeared in an instant. You smirked at him.

“I guess it does. Does that mean you’re not done with me for the night?” You asked.

“I think the night awaits a lot of different punishments for you,” he said.

You grinned. “Can’t wait.”

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[talkfantasytome]

I totally see Gwynriel with "I could just stare at you forever" "creep" cause I think that's the kind of answer that Gwyn would give Az lol. Can you make them two?

Oh, this is SO them. 😂

Az finds he's waiting longer than expected for Gwyn to get ready to leave for apple picking.

Warnings: None | Word Count: 984 | Read on AO3

I am sorry I didn't have a Nessian fluff piece prepared. If I'd known how necessary it would be when I was posting, I'd have done something. 👀

Fluff Prompts Post

a/n: This is part of the Autumn in Velaris series I started in October. You don't need to have read any of the Nessian or Gwynriel pieces, but the Gwynriel ones do give some background to their relationship.

Autumn in Velaris Series

"What on earth is taking you so long?"

Az had been standing in the kitchen, chugging some juice as he waited for Gwyn. They were supposed to leave in a minute to make sure they were on time to meet Nesta and Cassian - as if they ever gave Az and Gwyn such respect - and Az had assumed it wouldn't take her over fifteen minutes to 'put on a sweater and grab shoes'.

He walked back toward her room, pausing in the opening between that and the living room area, finding Gwyn pulling on a maroon vest over the beige sweater she was now wearing. He chuckled, knowing she had on a long-sleeve shirt beneath the sweater as well.

"I'm almost ready," Gwyn promised, poking her head back into her closet as she rummaged through one of the storage bins on the floor. Az leaned his shoulder against the threshold, watching her.

It was a pretty great sight. She was wearing his favorite pair of skinny jeans, the ones that really showed off her figure. If only they weren't such a pain to peel off her. He'd be on her in an instant, pulling her away from the closet and stating they could be a few minutes late.

Sadly, with those jeans it would be more than a few. Plus, considering the way she'd bunched a pair of high, maroon socks above her brown boots, he doubted she'd be okay with him ruining the look. He knew that tiny detail often took her more than ten minutes to get right. Or, right by her standards. Az barely saw the difference between her first attempt and final look when it came to how she scrunched the socks.

"AHA!" Gwyn's voice rang through the air as she stood straight, pulling a thick, mustard scarf from the bin like it were a chain of handkerchiefs from a magician's sleeve. With a triumphant smile, she turned to face Az, wrapping it around her neck until it filled up the space between her shoulders and chin entirely.

He kept his eyes on her as she pulled her copper hair out from beneath the scarf, leaving it loose and free. Her teal eyes were bright as she pulled her knit flip-mittens from one of the vest's pockets and slid them onto her fingers, the mitten part currently buttoned back so her finger tips remained visible.

"Okay, I'm ready!" she proclaimed.

Az could feel the corners of his lips curving upward as he looked over her outfit. She looked like she was about to face the bitter weather of mid-winter in Illyria, not apple picking on a mid-autumn day just outside of Velaris.

"I think you might be overestimating what the weatherman means when he says there's a 'chill' in the air." He couldn't help but flash her an amused smile as he spoke, taking a step toward her. Unlike her layers and bundling, Az had chosen to don a simple, navy, quarter-zip knit sweater over a plain t-shirt.

Gwyn huffed softly. "Maybe you're underestimating it."

Tilting his head, Az let out a small laugh. "I don't think I am."

"Well…it's different," she argued. "You have all that…muscle and body to keep you warm." She waved her hand in front of her, motioning to the body she mentioned.

Az took a step forward, his eyes lit with a playful glint as he inhaled deeply. Something within him purred at her mention of his physicality. "I don't recall you ever complaining about all this…muscle."

"I wasn't complaining," Gwyn muttered, rolling her eyes. "If I look stupid, just tell me and I'll find somethi-"

"Stop!" He didn't let Gwyn finish as he closed the space between them, cupping her face in his hands and lifting her eyes to his, swimming in that ocean-like gaze. His smile softened as he took in the freckles decorating her face, his thumbs beginning to stroke her cheeks softly. "You look beautiful. And very warm." He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips before whispering on to them, "I could stare at you forever."

Gwyn's lips twitched up as she dropped her gaze and said under her breath, "Creep."

The comment had Az laughing loudly as he brought his lips back to her, kissing up her jawline. She truly was gorgeous, and Az still couldn't believe she was all his. "This is in the way," he rasped, pulling the scarf off her, shutting Gwyn's protests down as he made his way down her neck.

Something sparked within him at each point of contact, an all-too-familiar desire building with each kiss. His hands trailed down her body, savoring the feel of her curves before they rested on her back just above her butt.

He bit down softly where her neck and shoulder met and Gwyn gasped out his name, a sound that had him groaning as her hands grasped the end of his sweater. "I thought we had to go?"

Az couldn't stop the small growl that escaped his lips as his fingers fiddled with the waist of her jeans. "If it weren't for these…"

"Just something to look forward to," she offered, bringing one hand up to caress his cheek. He felt his eyes darken as she pushed herself up and kissed him. "Now, may I please have my scarf back?"

His head shook slightly with his chuckle as he bent over and grabbed the soft fabric off the floor. Straightening, he wrapped the scarf back around her neck, brushing his fingers through her hair as he pulled it out, but his eyes never once left hers as she beamed up at him.

"My hero."

"For now." He took her hand and began to lead her out the small apartment, pausing at the front door and leaning down so his lips were at her ear. "Later, I plan to be something entirely different."

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[mageofseven]

The Undateables version! Here's the Brothers' post~

Also:

Not Obey Me related, but I recently found this picture and felt is was fitting lol

~

Diavolo:

His Queen had only been living with him for a few days at this point.

The couple had been dating for two years and the prince had finally decided to bring up the subject of MC moving in with him.

He had wanted to for a while now, but was a afraid to seem too pushy with his Sweetheart.

Plus, part of him worried that they wouldn't want to. After all, there's always something fun going on at House of Lamentation. In comparison, his castle is a quiet, cold place.

That only made the prince want his human to live with him even more though

So when the two discussed the idea and MC said yes, the man was overjoyed.

It's been three days since his Sweetheart moved in though and they seemed rather anxious.

This night, the prince had been working late and was finally ready to retreat to his room for the night, but upon seeing his bed empty and Queen missing, the man grew concerned.

Diavolo stopped his butler in the hall, who was also retreating for the night, to ask where MC was.

Barbatos had informed his lord that the human was in the kitchen, baking some sort of cookie-brownie hybrid treat.

Diavolo raised an eyebrow before thanking his friend and heading to the kitchen.

Just as the other demon said, MC was in the kitchen. The human sat on the floor in front of the stove, watching the treats bake.

"My Queen?"

The human jumped, but upon noticing it was their boyfriend, gave an anxious smile.

"Oh... hi Sweetie."

The prince sat on the floor next to the human, laying his hand on their leg.

"What's wrong? Why are you sitting on the floor at this time of night?"

The human didn't answer, just went back to staring at the stove and wrapping their arms around themselves.

The big demon pulled them into his arms, embracing his Sweetheart.

"MC, you know you can talk to me."

The human buried their face in his chest, breathing in their boyfriend's scent and letting themselves find peace from it.

"I just...please don't be upset..."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Why would I be upset?"

The human sighed and explained it to their boyfriend.

When Diavolo had asked them if they wanted to move in with him, the human became anxious. They weren't really good with change and didn't wanna leave the Brothers, who had become family to them

But they also felt pressured to. Not by Diavolo, but by unspoken expectations. Wasn't two years a long time to date without moving in together? They didn't have anything to compare it to, but they assumed so.

They worried that by saying no, they'd be halting the progression of their relationship and acknowledged that even if they loved living at House of Lamentation that surely they couldn't do so forever.

MC agreed because it felt like it was inevitable that it would happen at some point.

For the first two nights, MC could push through because they got to cuddle their boyfriend as they fell asleep, but since he worked late tonight, MC became so unbearably lonely

And all they could think about was how if they still lived at House of Lamentation that they could have gone to Levi's room to play games or head to the kitchen with Beel and chat as he ate or be comforted by Asmo when gets back from a party or stop in to check up on Lucifer and bring him coffee

But they couldn't because they weren't there and that made the human incredibly anxious and sad.

The human knew it wasn't as if they'd never see the Brothers again, that it was just that they were restricted to the daytime

But their anxiety about the change was still enough to push the human into keeping busy, hence the baking.

The prince felt so guilty. He kissed his Queen's forehead.

"I'm so sorry, my Sweetheart. I did not know that this would be such a difficult adjustment for you."

"I...I didn't say anything so of course you didn't know. Please don't blame yourself."

Diavolo kept his human close and stroked their hair.

"What can I do for you? Would you...would rather move back in with Lucifer and his brothers?"

MC pulled back and gave a small smile to their boyfriend.

"You're too sweet." The human leaned in and kissed their boyfriend. "Dia...thank you. I want stay here with you though; I want to give this a chance because...I know if I can adapt that we're going to be so very happy."

Diavolo smiled back at his Sweetheart and pulled them back in for a tight hug

...then starting smelled something burning.

After handling the now charcoal-looking treats, the prince carried his Queen bridal style back to their room, loving his human so deeply and cherishing this time with them as they both fell asleep.

Barbatos:

MC was staying the night at the castle with him. It was the first time the two of them have ever slept in the same bed

And ever done some...others things.

Tonight was definitely a milestone for the couple.

After the nights activities, the two had fallen asleep.

At some point though, Barbatos woke up with a sudden gnawing feeling as if something was wrong

And glanced at the other side of the bed to find that the human was gone.

After getting dressed, the man wandered the castle in search of them and found MC in the kitchen.

"My Dear?" The butler stepped inside just in time to see them pull the pie out of the oven.

The human smiled nervously at him.

"Oh...hi." They looked away. "Sorry, I just...yeah."

Barbatos raised an eyebrow.

"Is there something on your mind?" He approached the human as they set the pie on the on the counter.

MC stared down into the pie.

"Barb...are you really okay with settling for me?"

The man pursed his lips and stared at them for a moment before laying his hand on their cheek.

"I am sorry I that ever made you believe such a thing was worth asking, my Pet. I assure you, 'settling' is not the case. Life has gifted me with you and I treasure you above all else."

"E...Even though I'm human?"

"MC, I have no issues with your race. You are a person, same as I, and a lovely one at that."

The human launched at the man, pulling him into a hug. Eyes wide, Barb started stroking their hair.

"Is this why you're out of bed and...baking in the middle of the night?"

"Mhmm." His Dear mumbled from against his chest. "I just...I couldn't sleep after...you know...and these thoughts filled my head and I just wanted to keep busy so I didn't have to focus on them."

"Do you regret it, my Dear? Did we move too fast?"

"No!" MC pushed back. "I was ready...I was so happy. I just...afterwards, it just felt kinda scary. You make me feel so incredibly loved and it's overwhelming since I don't feel as if I deserve it."

The human took his hand and squeezed it.

"I love you. This...this is just me. This is my issue and you help just by loving me despite it, okay?"

Barbatos leaned in and kissed their forehead.

"Alright, my Dear." He told them. "Now, is there anything you need?"

MC glanced at the pie then smiled shyly.

"...Wanna eat some cherry pie with me?"

He gave them a small smile in return.

"If that is what you wish, my Dear."

Solomon:

MC was spending the night at Purgatory Hall with their boyfriend.

It was around 1am when Solomon felt the other human slip out of bed.

Assuming they just needed to use the restroom, the man didn't think much of it and let himself drift back to sleep.

About an hour later, the man turned on his side and reached out to hold his little Minx to his chest, just to find the space next to him still empty.

The sorcerer frowned, not able to fall back asleep with MC unaccounted for.

He gave a sleepy groan before kicking off the blankets and rising from the bed, heading towards his door.

He found the other human in the kitchen with the counter covered with peanut butter cookies and a plate of their own with them at the table with a glass of milk.

"Little Minx, was this really necessary at 2am?" He asked, smiling at them in a mild amusement.

The other human jumped at his voice and accidentally dropped their cookie in their milk, causing a splash and small drops of milk to spill on the table.

MC pouted, causing their boyfriend to give a small chuckle.

The sorcerer took a seat next to them and grabbed a cookie for himself, taking a bite as he watched MC try to fish their own cookie out of their milk.

"Why are you awake?" MC asked him softly.

Solomon raised an eyebrow.

"I believe that's my question for you, little Minx."

Silence. MC stared down into their milk, giving up and letting the cookie somewhat float inside.

The man frowned.

"I cannot help if you don't talk to me, MC."

"W...What's going to happen to us?" MC started to fidget in their seat. "I mean...summer is coming and...the school year is ending..."

Solomon watched the other human, letting them continue since he could tell they were trying to find their words in order to continue.

"Are you...is there..." MC bit their lip. "Are we gonna be invited back next year as exchange students? If not...are we...can we still be together? Or do we have to...ya know..."

"Do you honestly think I'd break up with you if we couldn't attend RAD anymore?"

"....."

The man sighed and pulled his Minx into a hug.

"This relationship isn't just something to past the time during my stay here. If that was all it was, I wouldn't have dated you or anyone." He told them. "I'm with you because...it's simply what I want to do. There's something here with you that I never had with others. Something I don't think I could ever let go of."

"Really?"

"Really, little Minx." He smiled at them. "I may not be sure when or if we'll be invited back here, but that will not be a factor in our relationship. We'll simply be happy in the Human realm for a while."

He pulled them in and gave them a long, sweet kiss.

"Now, let's finish off a few cookies and get back to sleep, alright, little Minx?"

Simeon:

MC was spending the night at Purgatory Hall after a game night. Lucifer allowed it, thinking MC would sleep in the extra room in Purgatory Hall, the one that originally would have been theirs anyway if Diavolo hadn't decided that they were safer at House of Lamentation.

Of course, MC was actually in bed with their boyfriend; the other two housemates knew of their relationship at this point and wouldn't tell others their secret.

At some point during the night, Simeon jolted awake. Did he have a bad dream? The man honestly didn't know since whatever he might have dreamt faded quickly as he focused on his breathing and reached out for his Feather--to find that they were no longer laying next to him.

For whatever reason, he had this sickening feeling in him as if something was wrong. He rushed out of bed and went in search of the human.

He found them in the kitchen, asleep on the floor in front of the oven

Which had smoke coming out of it.

The angel ran over and picked up the human, waking them in the process as he sat them by the entry way and went back to deal with the small fire in the oven.

"S-Simeon?" The human called him, sleepy and confused.

With the fire out, the man sighed in relief and returned to his Lamb's side, lowering himself to the floor and pulling them into his arms.

"Oh, my Feather..." He said softly, not losening the embrace.

MC's sleepy brain had finally caught up with the situation.

"Oh my...I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I swear!"

"You're okay." The man pulled back and eyed them up and down. "You are okay, yes?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

Simeon pulled them back in and held them for a minute more before kissing their forehead.

"Now what were you doing, my Lamb? Why were you out of bed?"

"I was...baking."

"...MC, it's 2am."

The human looked away.

"I know..."

With a pained expression on their face, the human spoke of the bad anxiety they have been feeling as of late, how they were hoping that by staying the night here and sleeping by his side that such anxiety would dissipate, but all it actually did was remind them of all they are scared of.

This relationship...it's so delicate. They cannot openly be with each other without risking ruin. If the wrong person hears, if the Celestial realm even suspects it...everything could fall apart.

"I've just been scared of losing you and it's hard no being able to confide in Lucifer or Mammon or Beel or any of them like I usually do...so the anxiety I've been feeling just built up and I couldn't sleep so I decide get up and I eventually just thought I could bake a few cookies and just busy myself so I don't have to think about it, at least for the time being...but I guess I fell asleep anyway."

"My Feather...you should have told me." He wiped a tear from their cheek, one MC never knew had fallen till then. "I'm so sorry for the stress this has put on you."

"I couldn't...I...I'm scared. I was worried that if I told you how I felt, you'd leave me thinking it was best for me, but in reality, it would crush me."

"MC, I would never. This...you are everything to me. I love you so deeply that I simply wouldn't have the strength to do that."

"You promise?"

"I swear on my very soul that I will do all within my power to stay by your side."

The two stayed huddled together on the floor for awhile, taking comfort in the closeness.

"Well, this...ordeal explains my sudden consciousness earlier."

The angel explained his sudden jolt of panic as he searched for them in bed. When MC asked what he meant, the man continue.

"We seem to have an...unofficial covenant though I'm not quite sure how."

"What's a covenant?"

"It's...I suppose you could compare them to your pacts with the brothers. A covenant is the binding agreement with an angel and a human when they seek protection and Celestial blessings in their life, in exchange for them to serve and help the angel in the Celestial realm for a time after their death. It's to help humans while also serving as another way of expanding the Angelic population." He explained. "However, we have not made such a covenant nor could we if we wanted to...such an agreement cannot be made with those who have made pacts with demons. Still...somehow my soul is reacting to you as if we had made one."

The couple had more questions than answers about their lives together, but it was nothing they could solve that night.

The two talked for a while before Simeon picked his Lamb up and carried them back to bed.

The two fell asleep in an embrace, all worries still in place, but both still feeling that regardless of it all, where they truly belonged was right next to each other.

[candyheartharry]

Fall Apart - Part II: Bewitched

Author’s note: Hi dolls! 💘 Sorry it took me forever to get the second part up and ready, it took a while to get some inspiration for it, but of course as soon as I got it, I had it done in one day lol. Once again our series playlist can be found here, and if you’d like to be added to the tag list at the end drop me a message and let me know, feedback is EXTREMELY appreciated, happy reading ✨ PART I

Although you and Calum had shared friends, it wasn’t until the two of you started spending more time together that these two groups began to intertwine, but it was going to be just you while he and the band were all around the world on a small promo tour. You’d kept up with him a little while he was away, receiving occasional texts and snapchat videos from wherever he was, usually either a nice picture of the scenery or a video of him and the other guys doing something funny.

It had been a little while since he was away, and you really weren’t too sure when he was supposed to be back due to a few commitments they hadn’t quite confirmed before they left, so the most he could give you before he left was a two week window on when he might possibly be back home again.

In the meantime, one of your friends who worked for an art museum downtown had invited you to an early preview party for a new temporary exhibition that was opening at the museum, so since you had nothing better to do on a Wednesday evening, you got dressed up enough to try to not look out of place among donors to the museum and fancy people who had memberships. Since she worked there she had to be there early, so you were going to be arriving by yourself and meeting her there. As you made your way through the entrance after presenting your guest pass card to the attendant at the welcome desk, you promptly made your way to the bar to help yourself to your one complimentary drink of the evening.

You had tried texting your friend to let her know you were there, but knew that since this was technically a work event for her it might be a little while before she could respond and come say hello. Until then, you decided to take a look around the exhibit that everyone had come to see. Since it was an early preview, it was obviously packed full of people who you never would’ve imagined yourself at a party with. Many people who were leading discussions in small groups crowded around the ornate frames on the wall gave off the obvious vibes that they were professors of some sort, mostly due to their use of words like “tone”, “depth”, and conversations about color choices. Others seemed like doctors, or lawyers, or stockbrokers, or maybe multi-million dollar luxury real estate agents who had so much money they decided to make very large annual donations to the museum in the name of charitable giving. There were of course others who you could tell were just membership holders out for a nice evening, and now that you think about it, you were a little surprised you hadn’t run into any of your other friends, assuming that you weren’t the only one your friend Cora who worked there had invited.

After a while of doing your best to see what types of painting and small sculptures were in this new exhibit over everyone else crowded closely around them, you still hadn’t heard from your friend, so you decided to take a break from listening to conversations about “what this shade of blue here means versus the other shade of blue in this area” and made your way out of the gallery over to the elevators that brought you upstairs earlier. Once you entered the glass elevator, you decided on going up one level to the contemporary floor. When the doors opened one floor above, there was instantly a difference in the atmosphere, not just because this area felt more spacious and open, and the pieces were much larger and not in ornate gold frames, but the first room of the gallery was completely empty with the exception of two security guards who welcomed you once they realized they were no longer alone.

After admiring a few pieces near the entrance, you followed a distant noise across the first room into the next to see where it was coming from. The only sound in the otherwise quiet gallery came from a massive mountain of speakers stacked from the floor to the ceiling, playing very quietly, but playing slightly ominous music overlapped with a few various sound effects and dialogue from movies and TV shows every now and then. Something about how gigantic and illusive this mountain of speakers was drew you in, and you found yourself wanting to stop and listen rather than explore the rest of the empty gallery. Of course, since the gallery was empty due to everyone else being downstairs, the bench across from this colossal structure was empty as well. You decided to take up a seat across from the speakers and recorded a quick video of the scene for your Instagram story. After posting, you put your phone away in the small clutch purse you brought, and decide to enjoy the peace and quiet compared to the party full of people you don’t know that you had just left.

It was nice in its own way, the quiet accented by the almost white noise coming from the speakers. It should be unsettling, but it was almost calming. Something about it felt like it was putting you in a trance, it was something so monumental, it almost felt like it had a secret that if you watched and waited long enough it would let you in on what it knew.

“Mind if I join you?” a familiar voice interrupts your from your thoughts. You look up to your right to see Calum grinning down at you, dressed in a black and white striped shirt that looked very nice on him, and a drink in his own hand. “Oh my god, Calum, hi!” you exclaimed while you instantly broke into a smile of your own after you realized who it was speaking, and rushed to set your drink down on the bench to your left before turning back to open your arms up to him.

He accepted your invitation into your open arms, starting out for a hug before he was even properly seated yet, both of your arms wrapping around his broad back and he squirmed to set his drink next to yours behind your back so he didn’t spill it on you. Once his hands were free they wrapped carefully around you, pulling you closer into him.

“Oh my god, you’re the last person I ever expected to be here, when did you get back?!” you ask once you both pull apart.

“I got back pretty late yesterday! Did you come with anybody else?” he asks as he leans around behind you for the two drinks, handing yours back to you as he holds onto his own.

“No, it’s just me. I didn’t know anybody downstairs so I just came up here,” you told him. It was still just the two of you in the gallery with the speakers, which have gotten his attention. The backing track its playing almost sounds like music that should be playing in a horror movie when the antagonist is introduced, but the overlapping track is a scene from Pride and Prejudice.

“Damn, what’s the first song you’d want to play on these if you got to pick?” he asks, turning to you before he takes a sip of his drink. You look away from him and back up at the towering mountain of speakers across from you both and think about your answer.

“Are we choosing loud songs or sad songs?” you ask, needing to narrow down what type of answer he wants to know.

“Well my answer is by Cigarettes After Sex, so pick something different for variety’s sake.”

“Can I be super cliché and go with The Less I Know The Better, Tame Impala. You said your band, but what’s your song?” you ask, shifting your position a little so that you’re facing him a little more.

“Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby,” he replies, and even though it’s just the name of the song, for some reason hearing the way he says ‘baby’ gives you chills.

“So what brings you up to the contemporary floor in the first place? Didn’t want to hang out with all the art critics downstairs?” you ask to change the subject. “Oh, you posted on your Instagram, so I came to find you,” he replies casually, sending your heart into your throat, so you take a sip of your drink to try to calm down. “Plus some of the Picasso’s downstairs looked like they could’ve also been villains on Courage the Cowardly Dog, so,” he adds with a shrug, making you laugh.

Neither of you said anything for a moment, even though there was so much you both wanted to say. He wanted to tell you every detail about his time away: the cities they went to, the people they got to meet, how he spent time with his mother which made him feel the most like himself he had felt in a while, but he probably wouldn’t tell you about how about halfway into the trip he realized he missed you a little more than he normally missed his friends when he was away. You wanted to ask him all about what he saw in the countries he had left, he always had such a more interesting life than you did, but that wasn’t all you wanted to talk about. You wanted to tell him about how mundane your life was here back at home while he was gone, and that the most interesting thing you had done was meet up with an old friend from your hometown who was passing through on a business trip. You wanted to tell him how ever since he had been gone, you had been hearing his new song on the radio nearly every time you started your car, so it almost felt like his way of saying hello even when he wasn’t around. You wanted to tell him how the barista at the coffee shop inside the bookstore you both liked had asked where your friend was the last time you went, and how you realized you actually felt kind of lonely when you told her that he was out of town. Instead you both just sat in the silence for a little while more, and listened to the mountain of speakers play a scene from the 1996 Romeo and Juliet overlapped with organ music that sounds like it could be in a haunted house.

“I missed you,” he admits after a moment’s silence. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that his left hand is resting on the bench in the space between you two, and when he feels you noticed it he moves his hand ever so slightly closer towards you almost in an invitation that he wants you to take it.

“Sorry, I cant help it that I’m just so charming,” you tease him, nudging him with your shoulder, which makes him laugh and shake his head. When he stops laughing and is just smiling softly at you still, you place your hand on top of his.

“I missed you, too,” you continue more seriously, giving him a soft smile of your own. “The stripes are a nice look, by the way,” you add after not so subtly checking him out. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t look fucking amazing, but telling him that word for word would very likely get to his head.

He slides his hand out from underneath yours to properly hold your hand now, leaning down to place his drink on the floor before he guides you to stand up from the bench you had been seated at. “Do you want do dance with me?” he asks once you both are standing.

“Calum, this is literally a sample of a Pink Floyd song and dialogue from Titanic,” you try to oppose, setting your own now empty glass on the bench where you had been sitting. Instead, he guides you into a twirl while he shrugs his own shoulders.

“I know what I said,” he continues, reaching for your other hand and pulling you in so that you both are standing with your elbows bent and your joined hands are level with his chest, so close that if you were to let go you could reach out and touch him, but you knew better than to give in so you kept them safely joined in his in the space between you both.

In the daytime, the gallery is lit up from the natural lighting that the skylights allow, but in the evening, the darkness casts an inky blue across the room, with just a little light coming from the moon and from the occasional spotlights that illuminate certain pieces of the artwork.

“You’re supposed to say that I look nice too, you know,” you playfully point out as Calum guides you both around in a circle in the empty gallery in front of the speakers. He grins down at you before he extends his arm and lets go of your hand to guide you into a twirl again. After he spins you around he doesn’t join both your hands again, and places his free hand on your waist to pull you just a touch closer than you were standing before.

“You know I always think you look nice,” he replies. ‘Nice’ isn’t the word he wants to use, he wants to use amazing, incredible, entrancing, beautiful, captivating, but just ‘nice’ will have to do for now. Distance must have made you both a little bolder, because this evening there seems to have been an unspoken, but mutually recognized tension between you two. Staring into his eyes is almost too intense, even more so once you catch him looking away to glance at your lips for a moment, so you look away yourself to admire another piece in the gallery across the room.

You notice you’ve been in the gallery for so long now that the track on the speakers has looped back to the beginning, when you hear the same scene from Pride and Prejudice playing again. “You have bewitched me, body and soul,” is the first line you notice has started playing back, and you notice as well that Calum has started to look around the room at the other art. You take the moment to admire how he looks in the shadows of the darkness, searching to see if he’s any different now than when you left him. His hair looks like it was recently cut a little shorter, and he’s gone back to black instead of a silvery blonde. You’ve always thought the contrast of the two reminded you of night and day, and now he’s gone back to night.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul,” repeats again, now mixed over the bridge of a Lana Del Rey song you both like. He notices the song and meets your gaze again. He almost asks why you’re staring, but lets it slide in hopes you’ll return the favor eventually and let him do the same someday without questions. This time he’s the one who notices your gaze down to his lips, seeing if his smile still starts on the same side of his mouth that you remember.

He inches his face just a little closer to yours, embracing the boldness he seems to have found in the time he was gone. “Hey,” he says softly in attempt to get your attention. Your eyes flash back up to his, and he notices how where you’re standing allows you to be lit up perfectly in the moonlight.

“Sorry to interrupt, but it’s unfortunately time to call it a night. Everything wrapped up downstairs a little while ago,” a security guard announces from the archway, causing you to both nearly jump out of your skin in surprise. “Okay, thank you,” Calum nods to the guard. He drops his hand from your waist and takes a few steps back to the bench to pick up your discarded cups. You reach for your clutch purse and hold it in both hands in front of you, following his lead back to the elevators once he asks if you’re ready.

He throws away the cups in a trashcan by the doors after pressing the call button, and shoves his hands into his pockets while you wait. When the doors open, he extends an arm in gesture for you to enter first, and he follows behind before pressing the button for the main floor. In the process, you notice the time on the silver watch on his wrist reads that it’s nearly 11:00 PM, meaning you and him must’ve been up there alone for nearly an hour and a half, and neither of you had realized. You press your back against the glass to try to ground yourself again after whatever that was between you that had just happened back upstairs. He doesn’t turn to you, and instead stays just a step ahead with his back facing you the entire short ride four floors down.

“Did you drive yourself or do you want a ride?” he asks as you two exit the building through the lobby. You both fall in step side by side across the courtyard outside. “Oh, no, it’s fine, I drove myself. Did you park in the deck across the street?” you ask in return.

“Yeah, I’m over in that one, Cora gave me a pass for a reserved spot on the first level with my invite, did she give one to you too?” he replies, referring to your friend who had invited you both in the first place, and ended up never seeing the entire night. You nod in reply as you both make your way to the crossing. You had thought for a moment upstairs he might’ve been about to kiss you or say something at least before you were interrupted, but if he was going to act like everything was normal, so were you.

As you make your way into the parking deck across the street, you notice your cars are both just a few spaces apart from each other. You both stop in the empty spaces between to say goodbye before going your separate ways. “Let me know when you want to get coffee at the bookstore again, it’s been too long since I’ve been able to go,” he says after a moment.

“I’m ready whenever you want to go! The girl who always rings us up was asking about you the last time I was there,” you tell him, which makes him smile. It’s always nice to hear the home misses him just as much as he misses home whenever he’s away.

After you get your keys out of your purse, he holds open his arms to wrap you in a hug before you go, and you step into the space you’ve missed so much while he was gone. You close your eyes as he buries his head against your neck, pulling you in for the most proper hug you’ve had in a long time. You don’t realize it at the time, but the last time you’ve felt so secure and safe while wrapped in someone’s arms was his own the last time you saw him at his house the day before he left for the airport.

“Get home safe,” he requests, rubbing his hand across your shoulders before he lets go. You still feel so electrified from whatever sort of trance you both must’ve fell under in front of the speakers earlier that you can’t let him leave before giving a quick, still friendly and as casual as you can make it kiss to his cheek before you step away from him. You tried to act as if was an old habit between you both, your usual routine whenever you part ways, but you’ve never kissed his cheek before, and you both know it no matter how hard you try to not acknowledge it. Once you’ve stepped back, he doesn’t know what to say, and all he can do is blink at you for a moment.

“Be safe, I’ll see you soon. Let me know once you get home,” he requests again in attempt to snap himself out of it while he takes a step backwards towards his own car. You nod and ask him to do the same, heading around to the driver’s side of your own car in the process. Once you’re both safely in your own cars, you give each other a quick wave from the window before you go your separate ways.

You were all he could think about while he was gone, and now that he’s back it seems that you’ll be all he thinks about while he’s home as well.

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[grapesodatozier]

cami... please post some wheelzier :( it cures my depression l read your stuff every day and ugh you write them so beautifully... l’m looking forward for more 🥺 smut fluff bdsm everything the whole shebang everything wheelzier you write is perfect. l love your writing forever and always, much love to u xx

thank you sm!! this is so sweet, i really appreciate it, ty!! 

the wheel has been spun and landed on fluff lol so here are some soft boyfriends!!

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read on ao3 or below!!

Richie loved pretty much everything about Mike Wheeler, but one thing he particularly appreciated right now was the fact that Mike was the heaviest sleeper he’d ever met. He loved it because it made surprising him that much easier. Richie had gotten home from his business trip a day earlier than planned, his flight coming in at a little before midnight. He swung by Mike’s favorite late night food joint on the way home and was looking forward to waking his boyfriend up with the smell of fried ravioli and a cookies and cream milkshake. 

He only sort of tried to be quiet as he came in, but he knew it would be enough, that Mike would stay asleep. And sure enough, Richie was able to take off his shoes and set his bags down and lock the front door of their apartment and still found Mike sound asleep once he got to the bedroom. However, as he got closer, he found something new: there was something soft and pink tucked under Mike’s chin. On closer inspection, Richie realized it was a plush pig. Richie’s heart flooded with adoration at the sight. That’s the cutest fucking thing, he thought to himself, I mean that���s just not fair. He set the food and drinks down on their dresser and pulled out his phone, crouching down to get a good angle. However, as he took the picture, the flash unexpectedly went off, waking Mike. “Hey, sleeping beauty,” Richie greeted with a kiss to Mike’s now furrowed brow. 

“Richie?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and adorably disgruntled. “What time is it?”

“About one, I caught an early flight.” He caressed Mike’s face and smiled softly at the way Mike naturally nuzzled into it. “Can I turn on the lamp, baby?” Mike nodded, his eyes scrunching shut as Richie let the soft, warm light illuminate them.

“Why’d you take a picture of me?” Mike asked, rubbing his eyes open.

“Because you’re the absolute cutest thing in the world, obviously! Although I’ve gotta say, it makes me a little jealous to see you cuddled up to someone that isn’t me.” He lightly tugged at one of the ears of the pig Mike was still clutching. 

Mike seemed to just then realize what was in his arms. He buried his face in his pillow and let out a muffled, “Fuck off.”

Richie chuckled and carded his fingers through Mike’s hair. “Aw, I’m sorry for waking you up, grumpy puss. Will you forgive me if I feed you some fried ravioli?” Mike peeked up from his pillow. Richie could tell that was a yes, so he beamed and kissed the top of Mike’s head before jumping up to get the food. Mike stretched a bit as he sat up. Richie held the bag and the shake out to him, but he just wrapped his arms around Richie’s waist, rested his head against his chest.

“I missed you,” Mike said softly into Richie’s shirt.

“I missed you so much, angel.” Richie set the shake down on the nightstand and the bag on the bed so he could stroke Mike’s hair. It was soft and sleep tousled. “You make me such a softie, you know that? Completely ruining my bad boy rep.”

Mike kissed his stomach and grinned up at him, his eyes soft and sleepy. “Yes, because your neon wardrobe really screams ‘trouble,’” he teased. 

“Aw, you love it,” Richie winked. He shimmied out of his jeans and fell into bed next to Mike, pulling him into him for a proper kiss. He hummed contentedly, tension he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in flowing out of his body as Mike’s soft lips pressed against his own. “And I love you, so much.”

“I love you, too.” Mike grinned and rested his head on Richie’s shoulder. 

As Mike rummaged around for his food, Richie reached beyond him and picked up the stuffed animal, settling it in his lap. “So, you gonna introduce me to your little bedfellow?”

Mike bristled. “It doesn’t have a name.”

Richie gasped in mock horror. “You’re sleeping with him and you don’t even know his name?” 

That made Mike smile a bit, but he still buried his face in Richie’s shoulder, hiding his pink cheeks. “Stop being an asshole,” he muttered, stuffing a ravioli in his mouth. “I know it’s stupid, but… I don’t know, I missed you. And it helps, makes me a little less sad.”

“Hey,” Richie said softly, serious now. He shifted, gently lifted Mike’s chin so he met his eyes. “I don’t think it’s dumb. I think it’s precious.” He pressed a meaningful kiss to Mike’s lips. “And I missed you, too. God, all I could think about all week was getting to hold you again.” He regarded the toy pig again. “Honestly, you’re smart. I could’ve used one of these in that bland ass hotel room. A whole queen all to myself, and no cute cuddle buddy to share it with.” Mike rolled his eyes as Richie kissed the top of the pig’s head, but he was grinning. Richie wanted to get that grin to a giggle, so he turned to face the pig. “Say, Mr. Pig, did you keep my baby nice and warm and safe for me?” He donned a new Voice, some horrible cross between Miss Piggy and Porky Pig, and mimicked a response: “Oh, yes, Mr. Richie, I kept Mikey nice and comfortable, very happy!” He threw a wink at Mike, who shoved him over and grabbed his milkshake. 

“God, that’s so weird, don’t do that,” he giggled as he sipped his shake. When Richie started up with the voice and the lewd jokes again, Mike took the plush from his hands and tossed it toward the closet. “I’m gonna have to throw him away if you keep doing that creepy voice.” 

Richie chuckled and draped himself over Mike’s lap. “I’ll pay for a new one if it comes to that.” He grinned up at Mike, but he was looking away, and there was a subtle redness in his cheeks. Richie reached up to poke his cheek, but Mike shrugged him off, his eyes distant and clouded. Now genuinely concerned, Richie sat up. “Mikey?” he said softly, trying to catch his gaze. Mike’s eyes dropped to his lap, and he shifted, embarrassed to have been caught - which Richie thought was cute, given that Mike was notoriously awful at hiding his feelings. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Richie moved his hand over Mike’s, and Mike let him rub soothing circles into his skin. Mike gave a nearly imperceptible shrug, not ready to talk yet. Richie learned quickly when they had started dating that Mike took a bit of time to find the words to express himself when he got upset. So he helped him find them. “Is this about the plushie?” he asked. Mike hesitated before giving a small, quick nod. His chin tucked further into his chest. “Did you not want me to see that?”

Mike sighed and shook his head a bit. “I know I shouldn’t hide things from you, and it’s not that I didn’t want you to find out or anything… I don’t know. I guess I’m just embarrassed. It feels dumb to be an adult and need a stuffed animal.”

“Would you think I was dumb if I needed a stuffed animal?” Richie gasped.

“Depends what animal,” Mike said with a playful smirk. 

“Noted.” 

Mike sighed and fell back against the headboard. He was playing with Richie’s fingers now. “No, I guess I wouldn’t think it was dumb if you did it. Or, like, anyone else really. But it feels dumb when it’s me.” 

“Nothing’s dumb when it’s you,” Richie grinned as he kissed Mike’s cheek. “You’ve never done anything embarrassing in your entire life.”

Mike rolled his eyes and shook his head, but he was smiling.

Richie cradled Mike’s face in his hands, relieved when he met his gaze. “I’m sorry if I was kind of a dick about it. I really do think it’s cute and smart.” Richie kissed his nose. “Just like this cutie right here.”

Mike kissed him and smiled softly. “Feed me my ravioli and we’ll be even.”

——

A few days had passed since the pig incident, and Richie hadn’t seen Mike with it once. Knowing words weren’t always the way with Mike, Richie took an afternoon to see what he could find at the mall. It only took about an hour to feel satisfied with what he had found.

He got home before Mike and made his way into the bedroom. Carefully, he lined the newly bought stuffed animals along the bed against the headboard. He had a seal, a dolphin, a shark, a lamb, a giraffe, an alligator, a dragon, and even a manatee. In the middle, he placed Mike’s pig, which he found in the closet. Just as he was admiring his work, he heard the front door open. “Richie?” he heard Mike call.

“In the bedroom, honey!” he called back, his voice shining as he jumped back onto the bed. He was just finishing getting settled in a pose when Mike walked in, taking in the scene in front of him. He gave Richie a longsuffering look.

“Are you serious?” Mike asked, a reluctant smile dancing around the corner of his lips.

Richie grinned, proud of himself, and shrugged. “Thought you might want some variety. Plus, I wanted some for myself.”

“Oh yeah?” Mike asked, smiling as he fell into Richie’s outstretched arms. “Which ones are yours?”

Richie pressed a lasting kiss to Mike’s lips. “Well I definitely want the manatee.” Mike giggled and kissed Richie again before burying his face in Richie’s shoulder. Richie held him close, pressing kisses to his hair. “And the dragon’s yours because you’re a nerd.”

“Don’t pretend dragons aren’t cool,” he grinned into Richie’s skin, peeking up at him a bit.

“You’re right. They’re super cool and badass, and he can protect my precious prince for me when I’m gone.” That earned him a light smack on the chest, and Mike hid his face again. Richie felt Mike hold him tighter. “You know, I did some research, and it’s actually good for you to have stuffed animals, even as an adult. It helps with loneliness and all that. There are a ton of papers and articles on it, super scientific shit.”

Mike slowly sat up. “You did research?”

Richie smirked at the familiar look in his boyfriend’s eyes; of course research would turn Mike on. Fuckin’ nerd, Richie thought fondly. “Oh yeah, baby. I researched hard.” Mike beamed and grabbed Richie’s face, kissing him heatedly. They were both smiling into it, and Richie happily wrapped his arms around Mike’s waist, pulling him in, holding him tight. Mike straddled Richie’s hips, pressing himself closer to him. “Woah, okay,” Richie chuckled when Mike rolled his hips, “not in front of the children.” Mike smiled fondly down at him as he nodded toward the stuffed animals. Richie leaned into his touch as Mike began running his fingers gently through Richie’s hair.

“I can’t believe you bought me a fucking zoo,” Mike said, running his fingers over the soft material of the dolphin.

“Aw, you love when I spoil you.” Richie pressed a trail of soft kisses over Mike’s jaw and neck, making him sigh in his lap. Richie loved this, loved how soft his skin felt under his lips, loved the way he could feel Mike relax in his arms. He began absently fiddling with the collar of Richie’s shirt.

“Yeah,” he agreed softly. “This is… I mean, I don’t know, I’m still kind of embarrassed honestly, but this… it helps. It makes it feel a little less stupid. So, thanks.” Richie pulled back to give him a soft smile. Mike’s eyes darted a bit before he met Richie’s gaze and told him, in that soft voice that always made Richie melt, “I really appreciate it.” The sincerity in his voice would never stop taking Richie’s breath away. He leaned his forehead against Mike’s and nuzzled his nose against Mike’s.

“Anything for you,” he grinned with a peck to Mike’s lips.

“Anything?” Mike asked, mischief laced through his voice.

“You got something in mind?”

“Yeah, actually, I’m also gonna need you to say ‘I did some research’ again, but slower this time.”

Richie chuckled and flipped them over so that he could attack Mike’s cheeks with kisses.

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Hopelessly Devoted to You

Attack on Titan | Erermika

Summary:  With every fallen titan, Levi thought of every choice he made to stay by Erwin. His stupid blue eyes was all he could think about, and suddenly he was hitting harder, flying faster, and cutting deeper. God, he was so whipped for a dying man. But what could he do? He was disgustingly devoted to him. 

She saw the Eren with bright, lively eyes that could pierce through the coldest of souls and the smile that could make the saddest person forget their troubles for a moment. And then now- he was unrecognizable, yet there wasn’t a day that could go by where she wouldn’t lay her life down for him. [Eremika, Eruri] 

Find this story here on Fanfiction.net | {mikasa-heichou}

A/N: I’m back from the dead! I know I haven’t posted in forever but school started last week and the work load has been piling on me. In case you were waiting for the series Sincerity That Can’t Be Given, I promise you it will be done and posted by chapter soon. I also have a lot of art project deadlines to meet so, junior year is really making me work, but this is the Ted Talk that no one asked for lol.

Anyway this is my favorite song from Olivia Newton John and I just had to write it! If you haven’t noticed yet, majority of my stories are inspired by music haha. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did, leave me some love in the reviews~

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“The reason I was able to take it this far was because I believed that the day would come,” Erwin looked down somberly at his hand and sat down, “That someday, I’d get those answers I’ve been looking for.”

He sucked in a breath before continuing, “There were so many times I thought dying would be so much easier. But I couldn’t get the thought of my father’s dream out of my head.”

Levi was quiet. He watched Erwin and could practically hear the internal conflict within his commander. He sighed tiredly, and the raven haired man sunk to one knee, placing a comforting hand on Erwin’s knee. He squeezed reassuringly.

“You’ve fought well, Erwin. It’s thanks to you that we’ve gotten this far.” Levi looked up from his position on the ground and his gaze hardened, “I will make the choice. Give up that dream and die, lead those new recruits into hell, and I will take down the Beast Titan.”

The commander lifted his gaze and looked at his captain gently. “Levi,” he said softly, “thank you.”

Levi reached up to grasp the back of Erwin’s neck and pulled him down until their foreheads knocked together. No words needed to be said, just a moment of silence and the sound of the other’s breathing was enough.

And Levi was off, whipping through the air the way he’s done countless times before and slashing his sharpened blades through whatever limbs came towards him. His mind was settled on Erwin despite the looming danger over his head; it was like his brain was short circuiting and kept cutting back to one image. Flashbacks played to when they first met, when Levi nearly held a blade to the blond’s throat, and when he sat by his hospital bed after losing an arm and berating him for being so reckless before saying “I bet I can beat you in an arm wrestle, old man.”

With every fallen titan, Levi thought of every choice he made to stay by Erwin. His stupid blue eyes, deep-ass voice and neat blond under shave was all he could think about, and suddenly he was hitting harder, flying faster, and cutting deeper.

The man let out an agonized battle cry when he took down the last titan before facing the beast angrily. He knew Erwin was going to die. It was inevitable with only one arm; the man could barely steer his horse properly. If anything, Levi had grown suspicious of how long he had survived and began counting his days with him long ago. Still, it didn’t make the sharp pain in his chest feel any better, because nothing could prepare you for a loved one’s death.

God, he was so whipped for a dying man. But what could he do? He was disgustingly devoted to him.

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She couldn’t help but look at him with disappointment when his figure was still embedded within the titan. Eren looked so tired, so unwilling to fight a losing war. Yet he was here, in the middle of Marley, fighting the War Hammer Titan for “the sake of humanity”.

“Eren,” she called out softly. He didn’t even flinch at the sound of his name. “Let’s go back home, Eren. Please, come home.” Mikasa pleaded, but his eyes remained focused on the titan before him.

“Not yet,” he finally responded, “it’s not over yet, Mikasa.” Eren’s voice dropped to an octave she had never even heard before.

She sighed internally at the response and pursed her lips together. Of course it wasn’t over yet, it never was. Mikasa glanced down at him again and saw his unwavering will to fight. If it weren’t for that determination in his eyes that had been there since she met him, she would have never recognized him at a glance.

His long, shaggy hair tickled his jaw and it seemed like his eyes had sunken further into his face, making it look like Eren was more tired and older than he actually was. Mikasa figured years of Titan shifting had that effect on the human body, accompanied by the mental toll that also showed in his expression. His cheeks had hollowed out visibly and his lips had become perpetually downturned.

For a moment, she had seen Eren: the Eren she fell in love with. The one with short, fluffy hair and a boisterous voice that could echo in the longest of hallways. She saw the Eren with bright, lively eyes that could pierce through the coldest of souls and the smile that could make the saddest person forget their troubles for a moment. Mikasa remembered seeing the slight pink in his cheeks when he clumsily wrapped his scarf around her neck ten years ago, and she could almost feel the soft skin of his hand gently wrapping around hers when he took her home.

And then now- he was unrecognizable.

The young Ackerman was acutely aware she couldn’t do anything about it. Time was going to go on and in eight years time she was going to lose her best friend, the love of her life. But that wasn’t going to stop her from fighting by his side. In fact, she’d spend the rest of her minutes with him if that’s all he had left in the world.

And right now, he didn’t want to go home yet.

So Mikasa fixed her stare on the opponent. The War Hammer Titan stood menacingly and Mikasa knew what she had to do. With one last glance towards Eren, she leaped off his shoulder and swooped to the top of the nearest building.

What could she do? She was hopelessly devoted to him.

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Mikasa trudged around the barracks aimlessly that night. She needed something to do. Without Sasha’s snoring or Historia and Ymir gossiping, she could almost hear the screams and the pleads of the comrades she had no choice but to leave to die and the loudness of the silence was driving her absolutely crazy. Mikasa simply couldn’t stay there anymore.

So she found herself silently padding into Eren’s room, only to see he was sound asleep. Sleep was something he never got anymore; she decided she didn’t want to wake or bother him before continuing experiments the next day.

There was only one more person that could be awake at four in the morning. She knocked on his door.

“Come in.”

She slipped through the doorframe and wordlessly padded over to the edge of Levi’s bed. The older Ackerman was seated at his desk fumbling with an empty tea cup, eyeing her knowingly.

“You’re up late, kid.”

Mikasa shrugged. “I had to get out of my room.”

Levi hummed understandingly, “Sometimes it gets so quiet, it starts getting louder.” Mikasa tucked her knees to her chest with her feet resting against the bed frame. Levi noticed her attempt to make herself smaller, yet he said nothing until she was ready to speak up.

And she did, eventually, after she found the sight of her scraped knees to be boring. She looked up with wet eyes and called out to him quietly.

“Levi,” It was almost a cry for help. Levi tried, he really tried, to stay rooted in his chair, but the sight of his only remaining family on the verge of tears seemed to strike a chord within him. Plus he always had a soft spot for Mikasa. He sighed dejectedly and went to sit next to her and placed a comforting arm around her shoulders. She immediately leaned into the warmth.

“Alright, what’s on your mind?”

“I don’t know,” she croaked, “everything. I’m just so sad for some reason and I can’t stop it. It’s like… everything I do is meaningless.”

“Elaborate.”

“I mean,” she swiped away an unwanted tear, “I fight to protect Eren. It's what I've done for so long, it's all I know. But lately… I don't know, it's like he doesn't need me anymore. He has full control over his abilities, now. He can protect himself. I'm still gonna do it, you know, but now it feels… complicated.”

Levi was silent and Mikasa cringed to herself.

“I'm not even making sense, am I?”

He chuckled at that. “You are. In fact you're making too much sense, it's scary how similar we are.”

“I guess it runs in the family,” she scoffed.

“You know, when I joined the survey corps, all I wanted to do was live to see the light of day. Everyday. Until eventually, there was more of a reason than just to stay alive for the sake of survival. I was doing it to stay by Erwin’s side.”

Mikasa's chest squeezed painfully at the mention of her former commander.

“I didn't even realize how devoted I was to him. I knew he could protect himself- he was more than capable- but there was something I couldn't pull myself away from. It was stupid. I hated it. But I loved it at the same time.”

The younger woman felt herself nodding so aggressively at how much she could relate.

“Your need for Eren goes beyond what you think. It's more than just being 'head over heels in love’ or whatever sappy bullshit you wanna call it. Have you ever heard of soulmates, Mikasa?”

Her shoulders sunk at the term. “Yeah. Armin told us about it before. Gross, Levi, that's so cheesy.”

“I know, and I hate it. But what can you do? Us Ackermans have this gross need to cling to someone. Kenny experienced it, too. It’s stupid, but we’re just cursed to end up hopelessly devoted to someone else.”

Mikasa hummed, and they sat like that for awhile. His arm stayed draped lazily over her shoulder as they thought in silence.

“Levi.”

“Hm?”

“Why did you… why did you choose Armin? You loved Erwin, so why let him go when you had the choice to bring him back?”

Levi tensed for a minute.

“There's not a day that goes by where I don't miss him. I cared about him, which is why I decided to let him die.” Mikasa listened intently, “The man was tired, Mikasa, he held the weight of the world on his shoulders. Even if he was a broad son of a bitch, he had his limits.”

She chuckled at that.

“I guess you'll just know when the time is right to let go, huh?”

“Exactly.” He squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. “But you shouldn't worry about it so much. You can never be prepared for the death of a loved one, so don't bother trying.”

Mikasa frowned, his statement not sitting with her well.

“Now, even if you're my only family left, I have to kick you out now. I need to sleep, brat.”

She smiled up at him and stood up to leave. “Levi, thank you. For everything.”

He stopped at how familiar the thanks sounded. He swallowed thickly and forced the image of Erwin out of his head.

“You're welcome.”

[dalishious]

@briannamorley Well I wasn’t going to respond to all your replies, but then I figured hell, if you felt the need to go through all my anti Celene shit to leave messages saying you disagreed, you must really value my opinion of your opinion, so who would I be not to?

briannamorley replied to your post “What ending should I take in WEWH? Last time I played I hadn't read...”

Love the page; disagree about Celine and Briala's relationship being toxic--save for her killing Bria's parents. I personally always reconcile them even if you weigh her over Gaspard, she's the lesser of two evils. Gaspard would do way more killing then a 1k elves plus, as far as the abuse we don't know the extent all Bria says is on days she was cruel, she imagined them being amongst the Dalish with Celine having to serve her.

So like... if having her parents murdered doesn’t cross a line for you into toxic territory, what does, then?

And re: “We don’t know the extent” of Celene’s treatment of Briala...

The black curls lightened to grey with the pre-dawn light, then slid to the light brown of cinnamon as the sun brought colour to the room. Dirt-brown, Celene had called it, when Briala had waited upon her as a girl. Horse-dung brown, an ugly shadow of Celene’s spun-gold locks. -pg 27

Briala, a WOC, grew up serving Celene, a white woman, comparing her hair to horse-dung. And had to just grin and bare it because that was her job, and her mother instructed her to be Celene’s friend.

“Maker, I envy you sometimes.” She knew immediately that she had said something wrong. She felt Briala stiffen, though her arms didn’t move, and Briala’s voice was light as she said, “The empress of Orlais envies an elven handmaid?” “You know what I mean, Bria.” Still holding her, Celene patted Briala’s back. “You could leave here, become someone else.” “As long as that someone is an elf,” Briala said with a dimpled smile, but Celene knew she was still hurt. “Yes, I know. But I... I was born to sit on that throne. I can’t do anything else. Since my parents and Lady Mantillon...” She trailed off. This time, Briala pulled away. “You would make a wonderful scholar,” she said as she stood and pulled her robe on, “at least until Emperor Gaspard made a decision you found objectionable. Then, I believe trouble would ensue.” She smiled over her shoulder. “You are probably right, my love.” Celene rose as well and pulled her own robe on, as if nothing were wrong. “And... I will consider Remache.” Briala nodded and slipped her mask into place, then left through the passage behind the mirror, and Celene sighed and fetched her little magical pot. She would be making her own tea this morning, it seemed. -pg 59

Celene hurts Briala, and her thought is how she’ll have to make her own tea.

Briala sat. “...The elves in Halamshiral are angry. Lord Mainserai killed a tradesman without justification, and the elves are calling for mien’harel.” At Celene’s silence, Briala added, “It is an elven word. When the humans go too far, the elves remind them that even a short blade must be respected. They—” “They will rebel,” Celene said, the words cutting through the chilly autumn air. “Against me. Now.” “It is not rebellion, Your Majesty.” Briala bowed her head and took a shaky breath, clutching at the griffon-head arm of her chair. This was exactly what she had feared. “The elves of Halamshiral have never seen you. Their grievance is with neither you nor Orlais. They only wish justice for a man of your empire who died without cause.” “What they wish is irrelevant.” Celene turned and stalked away from the window. “I am already fighting a war on two fronts. I cannot be seen to fight a war on three.” “Then don’t.” Briala rose, putting herself in Celene’s path. “Give them justice.” “A lord for the death of an elf? I... damn this thing.” With a quick jerk, Celene tore the mask from her face. Her face was flushed beneath, her eyes red from another night of little sleep. “Shall I declare the elves equal citizens before the Maker and the throne as well, while I’m at it?” “Why not?” Briala took her own mask off, stealing a quick moment to steady herself. “Unless you don’t believe that, and I’m just a jumped-up kitchen slut you haven’t tired of yet.” Celene turned away, tossing her mask onto an overstuffed couch and stalking to the great amber wall. “You know I cannot do that, Bria. I might as well engrave Gaspard’s initials on the throne.” Against the wall of gold and red, Briala’s empress and lover looked pale and wan. Celene had always seen sleep as an enemy, or at most a necessary evil, from what Briala could tell, and since the events in Kirkwall the stress of rising tensions had her awake before dawn almost every morning. If it were early enough, Briala could sometimes coax her into lovemaking, and the warm and drowsy bliss afterward would let Celene steal a few more hours of rest. Lately, even that had not been enough. Briala sighed. “I do know.” Instead of going to Celene, she went to the small table where Celene’s teapot sat, forever just shy of boiling. She poured Celene a cup of tea, brought it over, and gently touched Celene’s shoulder. It was not quite an apology. -pg 62

Briala fears having to ask Celene to enact justice. Celene says what the elves want is of no care to her. She then mocks the idea of elven freedoms. And “It was not quite an apology” my ass - Briala has nothing to apologize for.

What had happened at Halamshiral was a still-painful ache, but the elves had rebelled. Celene had done what she had to do. Had Briala been there, she might have been able to turn Celene to a different course, but Briala herself was the one who had left. It was not Celene’s fault that she had been manoeuvred into doing what she had done, any more than it was Briala’s fault for leaving Celene without the guidance she had wanted. -pg 167

Celene even has Briala convinced that she’s to blame for Halamshiral, because she wasn’t there to tell Celene otherwise. If one person in a relationship relies solely on another to guide their morals, yes, I would indeed call that toxic.

But anyway, these are just a few samples of Celene’s dismissive behaviour towards Briala. She only does the bare minimum to keep Briala at her side; she does not truly care about the elves.

briannamorley replied to your post “What ending should I take in WEWH? Last time I played I hadn't read...”

Also Bria has accepted that neither the city or Dalish elves see her as part of them; letting her rule with him as her mask--much like forcing them to work together--while interesting in theory, wouldn't last I don't think anyway. Ppl would get suspicious; Gaspard is a military strategist not an adept ruler

Briala goes from this:

Briala could not afford to spare tears for inevitable deaths. In that respect, she supposed that she was more like the nobles she served than the elves in the marketplace. The thought sometimes sickened her, but again, not as much as the thought of deaths she could have prevented. -pg 61

to this:

She had been in Celene’s court for too long. Too many years being called “rabbit,” too many years ducking her head and working from the shadows. Too many years of being proud of who she was, a feeling she could cling to like a floating log in a rushing river. It had kept her head above water, but it had never let her steer her own course. She would fight for her people, because nobody else would, and Fen’Harel take whoever got in her way. -pg 144

Briala’s whole character arc is about discovering who she is as her own person, and reconnecting with her people. Unless “has” was a typo for “had.”

Also, why is it unrealistic for Dalish and city elves to work together? Dalish elves go to the city, and city elves go to the Dalish all the time. In some cases you have clans that have very strong relationships with nearby alienages, such as Clan Boranehn and the Edgehall alienage in Knight Errant, for example.

briannamorley replied to your post “grandenchanterfiona: I don’t hate Celene because she’s a woman. I...”

Disagree not about the genocide or lying to Bria but everything else

...K?

briannamorley replied to your post “grandenchanterfiona: That’s it. Until proven otherwise the Masked...”

Nope to each their own though

...K?

briannamorley replied to your post “grandenchanterfiona: Celene is a straight guy’s idea of a lesbian....”

Stop... I can see if you were equating this to RR Martin but really???

Yes really lol

briannamorley replied to your post “I just read The Masked Empire and even though I knew how bad Celene...”

Theres disliking something and then there's bashing it to the point it becomes infuriating

Sorry guess we never received the guidelines one has to follow in terms of disliking something. Tell me, does it include going through a blog’s tags and leaving reply after reply that says basically the same thing?

briannamorley replied to your post “mllemaenad: jocelyntorrent: mllemaenad: … Okay, I don’t get it. ...”

Disagree but crazy tired so to each their own

Good thing you left another just plain ‘disagree,’ otherwise I might have gotten confused.

briannamorley replied to your post “So this by no means excuses Celene's actions whatsoever, but I noticed...”

Love orlais but again, to each their own

Cool cool I hate Orlais but to each their own. Perhaps I should find some random Orlais fan and spam their email notifications with replies saying as such, to make sure they know!

briannamorley replied to your post “lmao no, about 300 elves were brutally slaughtered, sweet summer...”

More than 300 but it does border on bashing

WTF does this one even mean?

briannamorley replied to your post “grandenchanterfiona: Celene has absolute power; she does not have a...”

If so say that from jump don't go on and on going from legitimate gripe to bashing... like damn I like both of y'alls pages but FUCK me this is exhausting

Then why are you reading through all this? And seriously, what is with this “bashing?” Is there some kind of internet slang I’m unfamiliar with? Because if you just mean bashing as in criticism that hell fucking yes I am critical of Celene. She has a lot of reasons for me to be.

briannamorley replied to your post “Remember that time when Michel de Chevin partook in the Academie des...”

Sigh... y es it was an oversight by them that shouldn't have happened but goddamn

“But goddamn...” what? Why is there a but? Why is there a but goddamn? Just... why, period?

Anyway, TL;DR:

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soulmate! Seokmin (pt.2)

anon requested:  Hi! I recently got into Seventeen and woah did I slipped into the diamond life so hard ㅋㅋㅋ I really like your blog and I’m hoping for a part 2 for Seokmin’s Soulmate post. Than you so much in advance!

you thought you had seen it all

thought you could predict it all

working with celebrities everyday and just being all around busy as ever when filming for MBC music

you really thought the world wouldn't be able to surprise you with anymore happiness

lol were you wrong

because there was Seokmin in front of you

your actual sunshine

standing in front of you, holding flowers and a plane ticket

pulling your suitcase

"Seokmin what are you doing here?"

you had been absolutely ecstatic knowing that MBC let you film a special of Seventeen's Diamond Edge World Tour

which meant you got to travel with them at their concerts

and you were leaving tonight to meet them at the next stop

but the best part had been hearing you would be able to spend time with Seokmin

you had both called everyday, him generally from a different country

"I can't wait until you get here and we can go on dates."

"When I get there Seokmin, we can do it all."

and you had felt his anticipation through your shared emotions for weeks

but you never expected him to meet you from the airport

with not only your ticket but a ticket for himself too

"Let's fly together and go together"

he reached for your hand

"You're actually flying with me? You're actually here? I thought you were with the others."

he gave you his light laughter that never failed to make your heart flutter, the smile that always lit up even the darkest of places

"Yep the company let me fly back here to pick you up and fly with you to the next world tour stop." He pulled you into a hug

you hadn't seen him for what had been the longest 1 month, 4 days, and 3 hours of your entire life since you last found out he was your soulmate during the last filming for show champ

yes you kept count

yep you were that girlfriend

hey that's what happens when you find your soulmate, anytime spent apart felt like forever

seriously the time dragged on without him

you never really noticed how much you missed him

before you had seen him often on music shows

now of course you hadn't seen him for a while cause of the tour

but he was always on your mind

and now he was in front of you

holding you in his warm embrace, an actual person, not just a face or voice through a phone

you hugged him tightly, sighing slightly at how comfortable it all felt

"We're going to miss the flight lets go!"

and you both took off towards the security station to check your bags -until you both settled into the plane seats

him giving you the window spot so you could look out

you excitedly looked out the window into the night sky, the lights along the takeoff platform flashing

grabbing onto Seokmin's arm tightly when the plane took off

and him laughing at your reaction and taking your hand in his

drawing little hearts on your palm while you asked about the concerts and about how he's doing

"It's tiring but I had so much fun and I'm so thankful to all our carats!"

or him asking about your life

even though you guys call everyday and talk

all the tiny details flew out of you as you talked about the prep for the Diamond edge special and how you selected the crew specifically

and as you talked about how you had filmed some carats who had seen the diamond edge in Seoul

you hear heavier breathing and feel Seokmin's head fall on your shoulder

his hand still holding yours in his

his breathing slow

"Guess you must be tired." You giggle

and you ruffle his hair a bit as he sleeps on your shoulder

before you fall asleep too

the both of you sleeping on the plane side-by-side

his head gently resting on your shoulder and your head resting gently on top of his

the flight attendant walking past the two of you thinking you're both the cutest couple she's ever seen

the whole filming process and the concerts felt like a dream

the two of you walking in a foreign place trying all the different foods

holding hands wherever you go

looking at all the local shops for little keepsakes to buy

you getting to film parts of Svt's concerts

but mostly you just staring at how incredible they were at performing

but especially Seokmin

and when it was time to go home

you didn't want to leave

didn't want to leave the walking the streets of foreign places

the late night runs to the hotel's vending machine for snacks

and all the giggling at the other Svt members sleeping

but Seokmin was going to go back with you and you would have a whole week together before he'd have to go to the next leg of the tour

and so in that week

you both tried doing it all

literally having all the dates

going for boba tea every afternoon in one of those really cool boba tea places

where they have board games and Jenga to play as well as popcorn chicken, waffles, ice cream, and ramen

stealing sips from each other's drinks

"hey get your own!"

"yours tastes better though!"

"it's the same thing Seokmin!"

holding hands to walk into Starbucks in the morning to buy coffee

taking cute selcas together even though you can't yet post on SNS

"What did the company decide about the soulmates?" You say nonchalantly stirring your tea

"well now that everyone's found theirs, they're going to have to make a press conference for all of us. We have to tell the fans but they'll understand, our carats are the best." His eyes sparkled talking about his fans and you loved it

"Won't your fans rampage, I mean since you're super good looking and you got stuck with me as a soulmate." You laugh

he grabs your hand tightly making you jump a little in surprise

"You're beautiful and amazing ok? Our fans understand, after all they all have soulmates out there too."

he must have felt the insecurity you felt behind your joking comment

but the added empathy and feeling of happiness when he told you that

made the both of you smile

"Plus you're so pretty how could they rampage?"

"Mmkay Seokmin, whatever you say." You laugh

you hadn't met all the members' soulmates then though you knew you were the last in svt

you and Seokmin weren't together as long as the rest of them, but you felt impossibly happy

every piece seemed to click

and you were happy to finally get time to spend with him

walking along the streets to look at all the stuff for sale

you trying on a pair of sunglasses that makes him smile brightly at you in the way you love so much

"I'll need these sunglasses if you keep blinding me with that smile Seokshine."

"Stop omo, y/n."

buying matching sunglasses

until a shop plays boom boom

and you both burst out laughing and he pulls your arm and starts teaching you the choreo. In. The. Middle. Of. The. Freaking. Shop.

pumping his chest at the chorus "boom boom" part

making you bend over with laughter

and the shop owner to come over to the both of you

"You guys are such a cute couple!"

"Thank you." You hide a smile

"Do I know you from somewhere?" She asks Seokmin

and you both laugh

"I get told I look like that Dokyeom guy from Seventeen"

you smack his arm, dying

the shop lady just winks at the two of you and turns away before the both of you break into a fit of giggles

you both wander from shop to shop looking at stuff

"We should get those keychains that I promised last time." You smile at him while linking your arm with his, a skip in your step

"I have a better idea"

he drags you into this tiny jewelry shop on a corner

"What the heck Seokmin?"

he laughs ignoring you and turns to the staff there

"I called earlier about my order?"

"Ah yes sir please wait a moment." They go into the back room

"What order Lee Seokmin?!?!"

"You'll see."

and you watch as the employee brought out a pair of matching rings from a display case in the back

placing it in front of the both of you

as you look closer you see they're couple rings

one is a crescent moon with your initials on it

and the other is a sun with L.S. Engraved on it

Seokmin lightly takes your hand and the sun ring, gently helping you put it on your ring finger

and he puts on the moon one with your initials

"Look they match and everything!"

he smiles at you shyly and you feel the nervousness he's feeling

wondering if you'll like it until it feels like his heart might burst

trying to scan your emotions for your response

until he feels the immense amount of happiness as you look down at the ring and start tearing up at how pretty it is

"Seokmin..."

"Do you like it?"

"Of course!!!!"

"Good because no refunds"

"Omg stop!"

"Hehe I got the hyungs to help me pick it."

"When did you...?"

"yesterday morning when you were filming something."

"It's beautiful thank you."

"not as beautiful as you." He laughed

"Staaaahhhpppp!"

"By the way this isn't an engagement ring no, that ring will be different."

you blush, smacking his arm flustered

"YAH!!! You!!!"

"I'm just joking." He chuckled pulling you in to hug you

"Don't look at anyone else now. Even all the cute idol boys who will call you PD-nim and noona."

"Yah Lee Seokmin, I'm not that old!"

he pulls away to look at you before placing a kiss on your cheek

"You're mine though." He says giving his signature smile

and you both wear the rings out as you walk

holding hands and talking about anything and everything

the sun starting to set in the evening as you walk towards the Han river

"Oh one more surprise!!"

he pulls you over to an area by the Han river

where there's a picnic blanket and food packed

"Seokmin when did you have time for all this???"

"Well I'm leaving soon again for diamond edge and I wanted to make the most of our time."

he pulls you down to sit next to him on the blanket

"there's kimchi, kimbap, anything you want to eat."

"Did you ask Mingyu for this?"

"HEY I DON'T RELY ON MINGYU FOR EVERYTHING."

you giggle and unwrap some of the plastic wrap to eat

and you both eat the food happily while looking up at the gradually darkening sky

"The fireworks show should start soon."

he points out toward a barge and the crowd of people sitting by the river

and you rest both your hands on the blanket and look up at the stars

and he scoots closer to sit next to you wrapping an arm around you

and that moment is when the first brightly colored burst of firework sets off in the sky

and you gasp at how pretty it all is and point up at the sky

leaning yourself against Seokmin's chest

just enjoying the beautiful scene and the fireworks booming and exploding in the sky to the time of your rapid heart beats

and you turn to look up at his face

and you reach gently to kiss his lips when he turns to look down and meet your gaze

your lips meeting right as another round of fireworks goes off

your heart rapidly beating in your chest rivaling the sounds of the fireworks

and both your emotions just being a happy mess that can't be described in words

as you stay there in that blissful moment

lips gently on each other's with the sky lighting up in colors above you

until you pull away blushing snuggling up into his chest again

your emotions you both felt from each other explaining more in that moment than talking ever could

it was perfect

the sky was bright with reds, blues, yellows

fading gently

The Seventeen Soulmate Series

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi / Pt.2 || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin / Pt.2 || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||

MASTERLIST

~ admin jess

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Minnesota Voyageur 50 Race Recap!

Running your first Ultra is such a journey, so I am going to start from the beginning. Forgive me if this is a little long. I’ll try and keep it as short as I can. :)

I had been eyeing the Minnesota Voyageur for a bit, but wasn’t sure if it was going to work out with summer schedules. I decided since I didn’t know, it was better to back off of training rather than to run myself into a rut. Ha! If I had only known that it would work out… hindsight is 20/20. So when I clicked the register button one hour before the online registration deadline, I knew that I was completely under trained, which helped me be resigned to the fact that I may not finish. I had less than 48 hours before I would be picking up my race packet and heading out for the pre-race ritual of a good pasta meal. 

The Day Before Race Day

What a crazy day… I spent the morning running around town trying to pick up last minute things like salt tabs, gels, snacks, etc for the race so I had multiple options if my stomach went south. My friend Hannah was making awesome homemade bars as well so I would be set! Then it was just waiting time for my husband to be able to leave from work. We took off mid afternoon with a 4.5 hour drive ahead of us which wasn’t bad. We hit Bemidji and the truck started to make a loud clicking. Classic… It never fails that something goes wrong with our cars during road trips. After pulling over to check, it sounded like the AC was going out. Not a good thing when its supposed to be blazing hot during your race. But at least everything else was ok so on we went, hoping it would last until after the race.

We made it to packet pickup with a few minutes to spare, got my shirt and race bag, walked around a bit, and headed to Duluth for pasta dinner. Everything in town was packed!!! We had to wait an hour to eat and my head was pounding. Great, I thought, nothing like getting a mild migraine the night before your race. I hoped it would go away after dinner but I wasn’t so lucky. Dinner was excellent though and the view was beautiful. We finally got to the hotel and I started to put all my stuff together, getting to sleep around midnight. An hour later my head was just insane! I got up to take an advil and tried to lay down again. All in all I probably got 2hours of sleep.

Race Day

3:30 alarm! Head still pounding. Nothing I could do except get up and get moving. Shower, get ready, make my staple bulletproof coffee, and off to the race! I really didn’t have time to think. I was super nervous and excited, but a little concerned about my headache. I just hoped it would go away. We arrived, parked, and stopped to pray for the day. There were a ton of people and a lot of repeat racers. Some have done it over 10 times and I believe up to 30!!! After the announcements it was just a few minutes before we were off and running.

It was 6am and into the woods we went! I stuck myself smack dab in the middle of the pack and was just listening to everyone talk. Then I heard someone yell “I just made it to 10,000 steps!!! Woohoo!” and everyone started to laugh.

Hurry up and wait. We were all in a single file line on a narrow rocky trail with nowhere to go. This actually lasted awhile and would happen again. I thought to myself, this is probably good so I don’t go out too fast. I looked down at my watch and noticed that it was not keeping track of miles or pace correctly at all. When I got to the first aid station my watch said 1.18 miles where it was supposed to be 3.44. Uh oh. I knew then that I would not have any pace or mileage for the rest of the day. So I just kept track of the time to get to the zoo to make cut off.

At this point I had not used my sunglasses at all and put them on top of my head. Big mistake. As we were crossing the river, they fell off, then I fell into the river after them. LOL! It was a refreshing cool off and I had a good laugh. First fall down, more to go I was sure. I had to pass off my phone though since it had gotten wet which meant no music. Bummer.

I’m not going to go through every section, but I do want to talk about the infamous power lines. I tried to read all about the race before I went, and everyone talked about them. Super steep, super hot, really muddy, etc. All of it was correct. You could literally stand, reach out touch the hill. After making it through this, I knew going back in the heat of the day would be quite interesting and brutal.

I’d finally made it to a runnable section so I took off. Just a few seconds later I was sprawled out on the trail! Fall number two! I had clipped a taller rock and went down. Took a second to make sure I wasn’t injured, got up with a few scrapes and bruises, dusted myself off and kept on truckin’! Falling is just par for the course in trail running, and honestly it is a fear of mine when going downhill. So having two falls and being ok really helped me to relax a bit. Sounds strange but it did.

I made it to the ZOO turnaround in 5hrs 39 min. YES! This was well before the cut off, but I had to pee so incredibly bad. I knew there were bathrooms somewhere, but had no idea I’d have to run a quarter mile to get to them! Should’ve gone in the woods. Oh well, I handed off my water bottles to get filled by my amazing crew, and trotted off. Came back, downed a bunch of salted watermelon, oranges, and a couple small bars. This aid station stop was by far the longest of the day at 30min, so next time the woods it is! Oh, and my headache was still there, just slightly better.

Nausea was setting in. My flavored water just became completely unsatisfying and was making me feel sick. Part of this was because it was so warm. I tried adding ice to it but it was too late. The flavor just wasn’t cutting it. Thankfully my crew brought me an aloe drink! My salvation! I drank half of it and then went to try some coke and took an electrolyte pill. It all went down great! So I grabbed my 2 ice cups, put one down the sports bra and one in my hat and off I went! (this was my ritual for staying cool at almost every aid station btw). I started feeling better within minutes. Thank goodness! At the next aid station my color was back, and nausea was gone. I finished the rest of the aloe drink, had some more coke, salted watermelon, and pickles. Weird combo I know, but it worked! Also, my headache finally dissipated, only took over 7 hrs!

I was pumped to be going into the power line section feeling good because I already knew what I was in for, and it was going to be even hotter! Chaffing was becoming an issue though. It was really bad and I felt it with every step. I just hoped I could deal with it the rest of the race. I was so soaked that the body glide wasn’t working anymore. (I cannot imagine how bad it would have been had I not used it though.) Guess I’ll just have to grin an bare it. Power lines here I come!

I thought for sure I was going to lose about three toenails the downhills were so steep! I was being overly cautious because if you fall your going all the way down. There is nothing to grab on to. Thankfully I made it through quicker than I thought, but I got really really hot. From my ice ritual to water being poured down my back, I was able to cool down a bit before heading off again. 10 miles to go.

Oh no… the nausea was coming back and we were hitting the road section. Ugh… the road felt like a thousand needles going through my feet!!! I was so thankful when I hit the trail again, amazing what a difference pavement felt like. I really slowed down here which I wasn’t happy about, but I just kept thinking “your only goal was to finish and you are going to do it!”

I hit the second to last aid station and I told my husband I wasn’t feeling good again and he could tell. I tried everything from gummy worms, to coke, ginger ale, salted watermelon, pickles and pickle juice, but it was my B-Line energy gel that ended up helping the most. It was another longer stop, but at this point I knew I was going to make it and I didn’t want to be stupid and do something that would compromise that. So I fueled the best I could and headed out.

It took awhile to feel better and I really didn’t begin to until I hit the last aid station. Again, I was really thankful for this as the last 3.4 miles are super rocky, rooty, and difficult. I had heard of people having to drop due to rolled ankles so I took my time. I did not want to DNF with only a few miles to go. I began to get a second wind and was able to start moving faster. I came to the final stretch of road and asked how far I had left, only a half mile! I couldn’t believe it! I picked up the pace and rolled out! I rounded the final corner to see the finish line. I heard someone say “remember this moment!” Remember this moment I would. I had a huge smile on my face and was fighting back tears. When I crossed the finish line I heard a volunteer say “that smile says it all”. Yes it does. I had finished. My husband, my friend, and the pups were all waiting for me. I didn’t know what to say. I was without words. Speechless isn’t something I thought I would be. I have seen many ultra finishes and many different emotions. You will never know how you will feel until you do it. I thank the Lord for the ability to be able to run and to have been lucky enough to experience an ultramarathon. Right away I knew I would do another in a heartbeat and was sad it was over. 12hrs 22min and change.

Post Race

I was absolutely filthy and drenched! So I hit the showers. I was already having difficulty walking to to horrible chaffing, but I had no idea just how bad it was. IT WAS VERY BAD! I was racking my brain on what in the world I was going to do. I can’t even hardly take a step and oh the burning!!! I hobbled very slowly back to our spot on the grass to watch the rest of the finishers come in. I asked for help getting the pasta dinner from Hannah because it would have taken me forever to go there and back, plus I was starting to not feel very good. I needed food. So I sat and ate slowly while hanging out with my peeps and fur babies. I tried to shift positions and I thought how am I going to do this!!! Then an idea… Desitin cream! I gotta get to a drug store.

We didn’t book a hotel that night because we thought we would drive back. Unfortunately none of us really got any sleep the night before and the fatigue was setting in. So we called all around the area and everything was booked. Ugh… we got up, and slowly walked to the pickup. Well I slowly walked to the pickup. LOL! We drove to the grocery store, got Desitin and hit up a gas station. I walked as best I could to the bathroom with some pretty hilarious stares. Destin cream to the rescue! And rescue me it did. I don’t know what I would have done without it. Side note… don’t get it on your clothes. It is difficult to near impossible to get out!

We drove out of Duluth and guess what… the AC broke! So glad it lasted during the race or it would have been a miserable time for my crew and the pups! We kept calling hotels to see if we could get a cancellation along the way home. We actually finally found one about an hour from Bemidji. SLEEP was calling all our names. I still couldn’t believe it was over, but I was excited to find another ultra to do and apply what I had learned to training and racing. Until next time…

***Huge thanks to all the volunteers and fans at the race. You guys rocked! My crew was so amazing I really don’t have words. They were so on top of it and I cannot thank them enough. A shout out to my peeps at Jaybird Sport and Road Runner Sports for their support and supplying of amazing gear for both training and racing, to Altra running and Injinji for keeping my feet happy, to Salomon for making a race vest that doesn’t bounce or chafe, and to Os1st for their arm sleeve protection! I feel so blessed to have been able to run this race and cannot wait to try another… maybe even further!

Your Running Friend,

Trish