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thewritetofreespeech · 2 months ago

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How are you? I hope you're feeling well. 💖

Could I request girlfriend reader helping Choso who even if he informed himself about human and woman anatomy, he knew the theory, he still needs a little of her help to be able to give her a handjob and find the clit, to put into practice the theory he knows?

-Selenophile 🌙🌌✨

“Are you sure you want to do this?” [Y/N] asked as they stood in her room. Completely dark except for the moonlight coming in from the window. They were high enough up that they didn’t have to worry about peeping toms. Or…maybe they did? What if a flying curse came by and saw them? Maybe they should close the window. “Choso?”

Choso came back to the conversation and looked at [Y/N]. “What? Oh…yeah, no, I want to do this.”

[Y/N] gave him a half smile and reached out to take his hand. “It’s really ok if you don’t want to. I’m not…I won’t be disappointed if you want to wait.”

Her measure of experience had not come up in conversation, but Choso was aware that she had been intimate with a partner before. How far she had been with someone or how many was irrelevant to Choso. She was with him now. That was all that mattered. However, it was very apparent that his lack of experience was becoming an issue. “I want to be with you.” He told her honestly. “I just…don’t really know how.”

“Well then,” [Y/N] pulled him in close by the hand, “we’ll figure it out together.”

She then leaned in for a kiss and Choso happily complied. He was used to this. Kissing [Y/N] was something he had not only grown accustomed to but also craved. His lips moved across hers in a soft, seeking way of acceptance. Letting her mouth fall open as her hands moved up towards his vest and robes. They fall away at her touch and Choso broke away from [Y/N] to carefully remove her top as well. So far so good.

They went back to kissing and Choso moaned at the feel of her warm, soft skin against his chest. Even though she was warm it made him shutter. Choso felt [Y/N] lean back and his instincts told him to follow. They moved to lay on the bed with [Y/N] under him. Her hands in his hair while he balanced on his forearms to not crush her but stay close. “Do you want to take my pants off for me?”

Her question caught him by surprise, but he realized if they were going to do this they would need their pants off. Blushing, Choso moved to pull her pants down and off her legs. Looking at her in the moonlight, Choso felt like she almost had a glow about her. Ethereal, even. Maybe this was a bad idea, he suddenly thought. Someone so beautiful shouldn’t be laying down next to someone as ugly and cursed as he was.

“Do you want me to help with yours or….?” Choso pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind and took his pants off. He then sat on his knees on the bed. Waiting for instructions, or perhaps approval from [Y/N]. “Oh my…” She said while looking at him. Biting her lip and clenching her thighs together. That was all the approval he needed.

Leaning back over [Y/N], Choso kissed her again with the full weight of his body on her. It felt amazing. All that warm skin connecting. Her legs brushing against his waist. The feel of his cock, hard and heavy, brushing against her inner thigh. “Tell me what to do.” He begged. Choso wanted her so badly now, but he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to do this right.

“Touch me.” [Y/N] told him. Taking his hand and guiding it down her body to the place between her legs. Choso watched as his hand moved. Wanting to remember for hopefully another time he could do this on his own. His fingers brushed against her, feeling a wetness there. “Just rub against this spot here. Put your fingers inside me.” He did as he was told.

His fingers rubbed up & down against the spot she told him, feeling a round sort of nub at the finger pad. “Try…moving it in circles….” [Y/N]’s breathing was a bit labored when she told him this, but Choso understood, and again did as she asked. When he changed his movements [Y/N]’s back arched and her head fell back. “K-Keep going…”

Choso was mesmerized watching her. The pleasure on her face. The way her breath hitched and all of her little moans. He’d never seen anything like it, but he wanted to see it forever now. “Choso…! Put your fingers inside me….” He wasn’t sure how to do that without moving his fingers, so he just used his other hand to slip one inside her. “Ah! More!” Choso wasn’t sure if that meant more movement or more fingers, but he took it to mean the former and slipped another digit inside [Y/N]. “Oh God yes! Yes! Don’t stop!” He wouldn’t. Not until she told him too. His fingers continued to work on her, [Y/N] panting and moaning loud at this point, until her whole body went ridged, and her legs trembled beside him. “Choso!” Was that good? He wasn’t sure if that sounded good?

[Y/N] eventually went slack and reached down to clasp his wrist in her hand. “You can stop now.” Her voice sounded heavy and tired, but happy.

Choso stopped and pulled his hands away from her. “Was that good?” He asked just to clarify.

[Y/N] grinned and pulled him down to kiss her. “That was amazing.” She told him. “You’re a fast learner.” Choso felt a swell of pride in his chest, kissing her softly as she lavished him with praise.

As they continued to kiss, Choso felt [Y/N] reach down, and hissed against her lips when she touched his inflamed cock. “Want me to do you now?”

“Yes. Please.” He sounded whiny and needy, even to his own ears. But, he needed [Y/N]. He needed this now.

They spent the rest of the night exploring each other’s bodies, until eventually the laid curled up together, skin to skin, underneath a thin blanket and the moonlight.

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xoluvx · 7 months ago

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ok i need a rainy day;night with billie PLEASE DIA WORK YOUR MAGICCC!!!

cunt fact: (okay it totally was meant to say fun fact but it autocorrected and i kinda like it so we’ll keep it) i own one of those roof tiles. it’s my prized possession fr 💖 moving on .. enjoy harperrella ✨

the soft sound of rain hitting your window filled the room as you cuddled into billie. her arm wrapped around your body. tenderly rubbing your arm. squeezing each time you heard the thunder roar. you whimpered and hid your face in the nook of her arm.

she knew you hated the loud sudden sounds so she whispered sweet nothings trying to distract you. to focus on her voice instead of the rumbling outside.

the movie in the background was so quiet you could hardly hear. it just brought you comfort. the fluorescent light lit your bodies so you could still see her face in the dim moonlight shining through the window.

she untangled herself from the blanket hovering over your face. a soft smile spread on her lips and you melted as she came down to kiss you bringing the blanket over your bodies. you hummed contently as your lips connected and reconnected. the sounds fading just caught in this moment with her.

#billie eilish #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish x you #billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish x fem!reader #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish fic #billie eilish request #billie eilish blurb #billie eilish fanfiction #billie eilish fluff

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rivendellwatch · 20 days ago

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🌸☁️💕✨ A Soft, Fluffy Thank You: TROP Fluff Week Wrap-up!! ✨💕☁️🌸

As Fluff Week officially comes to a close, I just want to wrap you all in the biggest, warmest, fluffiest virtual blanket imaginable and say: thank you. thank you. thank you.!!!!!!!💖🥹

This event started as a little love letter to all things soft and sweet, a space to hold joy and tenderness and gentle things in our hands—and it became so much more because of all of YOU!!!!🫶

Whether you wrote fics, made art, reblogged and boosted others’ work, left lovely comments, sent in prompts, made moodboards, or simply watched from the cozy sidelines, you helped shape this week into a beautiful, heart-hugging experience. The amount of love, creativity, kindness, and FLUFF you all brought to the table? Unmatched. I was in constant awe. Still am!!!😭💕

This community, the way you support each other, cheer each other on, and celebrate softness in all its forms—it honestly melted my heart every single day. So many of you were nervous about joining, or hadn't posted creative work in a while, and then you did—and it was beautiful. You’re beautiful. Your softness is a strength, and your stories matter!!!

To every creator: you are magic. The worlds you built, the kisses you wrote, the hand-holding and forehead touches and soft sighs under moonlight—you gave life to the tenderness we all need more of in this world!!!💘

To every reader and supporter: you made this week feel like a warm hug. Your kind words, your encouragement, your enthusiasm—it mattered. It always matters.🤍

To the people who joined in quietly, or wanted to but couldn’t: you’re still part of this. Your presence means the world. Take your time, softness waits for no deadlines.🌷

And on a personal note—thank you for trusting me to host this. I’m just a writer and student on the side (aka @maul-of-shame 🐌), trying to juggle life and love for fictional characters at the same time . But this whole experience made me feel so full of joy, and I truly mean it when I say it was an honor to host this event. 💞

What's next? I'll be posting a feedback form soon to hear your thoughts, suggestions, and ideas! I’d love to keep the good vibes going and maybe host more events in the future (👀 possibly some TROP & LOTR crossover stuff? Or maybe even... Spice Week 😳🌶️👀). If you have ideas, dreams, thoughts—SEND THEM MY WAY!! I love hearing what you all want more of! ✨

For now, though… let’s take a deep breath. Let’s bask in what we made together. Let’s be soft and proud and fluffy. Because you did amazing. Truly. You’re the heart of this community. Thank you for everything!!!!🌸💘

With all the fluff and love in my heart, —Your Host (and eternal fluff gremlin), 💌 @maul-of-shame 🌈🧁✨

#the rings of power #trop #rings of power #trop season 2 #the rings of power season 2 #trop fic #rivendellwatch fluff week #fluffweek2025 #trop fluff week 2025 #trop fluff week #trop event #lotr #lotr event

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maxescheibechlinichacheli · 1 year ago

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Before / After colouring 🎨

I got tagged such an embarassingly long time ago that I don't remember who it was. Anyways, thank you so much to whomever lovely it was, I really appreciate the tag and finally found time to do a post about my colouring.

I started gifing less than a year ago and learned a lot since then. I gif online in Photopea as Photoshop is just to expensive for me atm (and my old laptop probably wouldn't survive running Photoshop). So, if anyone wants a detailed process of gifing in Photopea, jhmu.

Bed Friend | King and Uea I love how King's desire for Uea is shown in this gif. He is just gone on Uea and barely can hold himself back.

The Eclipse | Akk and Ayan Loved the sun shining from behind Akk's head and had to colour the gif in a way that the sun would stand out a bit.

A Boss And A Babe | Gun and Cher Them and their adoration for each other made me love this show.

My School President | Tiw and Por TiwPor my beloved side couple 💖

The Eighth Sense | Jae Won and Ji Hyun The story of Jae Won and Ji Hyun was the first of a few series that I call "The Right One", i.e. series that just capture me and leave an impact ✨

Naughty Babe | Yi and Lian My favourite ghostship. Also the colours in this scene were just too good to not gif.

Never Let Me Go | Palm and Nueng Just Palm having his big entrance 🤩

Bake Me Please | Shin and Peach This kiss was sooo cute and lovely.

Moonlight Chicken | Alan, Wen and Jim MLC was everything, especially this scene.

Be Mine Superstar | Mingmueang and Namning Aka how to seduce a doctor. I'm excited that we get a new series with Bosston and Jo.

Kiseki: Dear To Me | Bai Zong Yi and Fan Ze Rui A couple and a show that left me speachless. Their story was so just so good.

Wedding Plan | Sailom and Namnuea Loved their story and how insatable they were.

Laws Of Attraction | Tinn and Charn Forever one of my favourite couples and series ✨

My Ride | Mork and Tawan Had the most fun doing a rewatch of this series.

Playboyy | Teena and Zouey The way this show combines gorgeous cinematic shots with that storyline makes me feel like I'm watching a stage show. I love it.

The Sign | Phaya and Tharn Every week this show leaves me spechless it's that good. One of the shows that I call "The Right One"!

Bonus:

The Sign | The colours As I sad in another post, I'm rolling in the colours of this show like a cat in catnip 😎

Edited to add a few people who I'd love to see doing a post about their before / after colouring: @wanderlust-in-my-soul @pharawee @liyazaki @bunnakit @khaotungsfirst @gabrielokun @spicyvampire @zhaozi @guzhu-furen @25shadesoffebruary @chinzhilla @crispywizardtale as always please ingnore if you don't want to do it.

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kurose-kurosaki · 8 months ago

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Mi interpretación de la escena de pacman en Scott Pilgrim, pero versión AtsuHina. ✨💖✨

Glitter in the sky, glitter in my eyes

Shining just the way I like

If you're feeling like you need a little bit of company

You met me at the perfect time

You want me, I want you, baby

My sugarboo, I'm levitating

The Milky Way, we're renegading

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I got you, moonlight

You're my starlight

I need you all night

Come on, dance with me

I'm levitating

#my art #fanart #atsuhina #miya atsumu #hinata shouyou #haikyuu #hq #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim vs the world #pac man scene #AtsuHina with Dua Lipa #dua lipa levitating #levitating

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chevyslate158 · 5 months ago

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Threads Of Freedom 15th Hunger Games AU Archer Brown x Fem!Reader: Chapter 3 - Repercussions and Constrictions

A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed Chapter 3 of Threads of Freedom (15th Hunger Games AU) featuring Archer Brown x Fem!Reader! 💖 As always, your feedback and opinions are greatly appreciated—feel free to share your thoughts on the story so far! Apologies for the late post, life got a little hectic, but I’m so thankful for your patience! 😊✨ Thank you for reading! Word Count: 5.1K Warnings: Tension/conflict, emotional strain, themes of guilt, internal conflict, political control, mentions of violence from the previous fight, oppressive government control, threats, arguments and themes of rebellion. Chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 ----------------------------------------------------------------------

The early morning light filtered through the cracks in the worn shutters of the small room, casting long shadows across the floor as Y/n and Archer sat across from each other, the tension thick in the air. The sound of the peaceful hum of District 12 was muffled, as though the world itself was holding its breath. Archer had stayed the night, unwilling to face his family with bruised knuckles and the story of a fight at the Hob.

He didn’t want to see the worry in their eyes or deal with the questions that would undoubtedly follow. Here, in the safety of Y/n’s home, he could gather his thoughts, though the weight of the night before still pressed heavily on his chest.

It hadn’t been an easy night. After the fight, Y/n had led him to her small home, her touch as steady as her resolve despite the tension clinging to them both. Archer sat on a worn chair by the fire while she cleaned his wounds, the warmth of her hands and the light from the hearth a stark contrast to the chaos they’d left behind. At some point, exhaustion claimed him, and she convinced him to stay, settling him on a makeshift bed on the floor near the fire.

He remembered the quiet knock of her father returning home late from the mines. Archer stirred but stayed silent as Y/n greeted her father at the door, her frame briefly silhouetted by the faint moonlight. Her father’s voice was gruff but tinged with concern when he asked what had happened.

“Everything’s fine,” Y/n reassured him, her tone gentle but firm. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

When she stepped away to fetch water for them both, Archer caught the faint sound of her father’s voice as he said, “You know, I really like that boy.” Archer’s heart skipped a beat, and he felt his cheeks flush as the words reached him. “He’s good for you. You’re better together than apart.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Y/n replied softly, and Archer could hear the warmth in her voice.

The moment lingered in his mind long after she returned with two chipped cups of water, sitting beside him and handing one over with a small smile and resting her head lightly on his shoulder. Her father had let the matter drop after that, offering Archer a firm but understanding nod before retiring for the night. Archer knew Y/n’s father had always liked him, but hearing those words filled him with a quiet determination, a sense that maybe, despite everything, he was doing something right.

Now, in the stillness of the morning, Archer shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze darting toward the window. “You think your dad’s mad I stayed?” he asked, his voice low.

Y/n shook her head, a soft smile tugging at her lips accompanied by a laugh. “Not at all. He’s always thought highly of you. He trusts you.”

Archer’s throat tightened at her words. The trust of her father—and Y/n’s trust—meant more to him than he could express. Yet, the weight of what had happened the night before—the fight, the disturbance at the Hob, the Capitol's growing presence—made it hard for him to fully appreciate the fleeting comfort.

“I just didn’t want them worrying about me,” Archer muttered, glancing down at his bruised knuckles. “My family’s already got enough to deal with. They don’t need to know about me throwing punches at the Hob.”

Y/n leaned forward, her eyes meeting his. “You were defending me, Archer. And I’m not going to let you carry all the blame for it. We’re in this together, okay?”

Her words settled something in him, a small balm to the guilt that gnawed at his insides. Together. That word meant everything. Even in the face of the Capitol’s tightening grip, the whispers of rebellion in their hearts still burned brightly.

Archer’s eyes drifted to the faint morning light pooling at the edges of the shutters, his thoughts tangled in worry. The fight had been reckless, and he knew it. But the way her ex had sneered, the cruel words meant to tear her down—it had been too much to ignore.

Yet now, with the weight of her father’s approval still lingering in his mind, Archer wondered if his impulsiveness had only painted a larger target on both their backs. He reached for her hand, his fingers brushing against hers in a silent promise to stand by her, no matter what was to come.

Y/n glanced up at him, her lips parting as if to say something, but the words never came. Instead, her gaze shifted to the small room around them, the peeling paint on the walls, the uneven floorboards that creaked beneath even the softest steps. This was their world—a fragile, imperfect place where survival meant walking a fine line between submission and defiance. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the line was growing thinner with every passing day.

“Do you think they’ll come for us?” Y/n asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She fiddled with the hem of her dress, the fabric worn and threadbare from years of use, but there was no comfort in the familiar touch not now. Her mind raced through a thousand possibilities, each darker than the last.

Archer’s jaw tightened, and his eyes, usually so steady and calm, were clouded with frustration. He ran a hand through his messy hair, the usual tousled look replaced with something more akin to exhaustion.

“I don’t know. I never should’ve let it get that far,” he muttered, the guilt heavy in his words. “I should’ve just ignored him, but—” He paused, glancing down at his hands as if they betrayed him, “I couldn't just stand there and let him mock you or belittle you.”

Y/n’s heart clenched at the sincerity in his tone. She could feel the weight of his guilt, but part of her knew that it wasn’t entirely his fault. Her ex had crossed a line, and the fiery emotions that followed had burned a path through everything they had worked so hard to protect.

“He knew what he was doing when he pulled that stunt it isn't our fault,” Y/n replied softly, her gaze unwavering. “But now... the Capitol's not going to let it slide.” She swallowed hard. “The Hob’s going to be under their watch. I wouldn't be surprised if it meant no more dancing or music. We’ve brought trouble down on everyone no matter how unintentional it was.”

Archer let out a frustrated sigh, standing up abruptly and pacing across the room the floorboard groaning with each step. He had always been the cautious one, the one who kept his head down, worked hard, and stayed out of trouble. Now, for the first time, it felt like the ground beneath him was crumbling, like he was being pulled in a direction he didn’t understand. A direction that led straight into danger.

The sounds of footsteps echoed from outside, and Y/n tensed, a wave of dread washing over her. Archer turned toward the window, peering through the gap in the boards. His face grew grim.

“More peacekeepers,” he muttered, half to himself. "They’re increasing the patrols around here. This can’t be good.”

Y/n stood and walked over to join him, her heart pounding in her chest. Through the crack, she could see the usual peacekeeper presence, but today it seemed even more intense. There were more of them, and they weren’t just walking the streets—they were scanning every corner, watching every face that moved.

-Later that day- Y/n and Archer walked through the dusty streets of District 12, the weight of the recent events heavy on their shoulders. The air seemed suffocating, filled with hushed conversations and wary glances as the townsfolk exchanged fearful looks. The usual hum of daily life had been replaced with an underlying tension, a sense that the fragile peace they once took for granted was unravelling.

"You hear about what happened at the Hob?" one woman muttered to another, her voice barely audible. "Peacekeepers are gonna come down hard on us now. We’ll all pay for that little stunt at the hob."

Archer’s posture stiffened at the words, his gaze flicking toward the source of the conversation. The resentment was evident, but what cut deeper was the undercurrent of fear. Fear that their small act of rebellion would bring down even harsher punishments, not just on them, but on everyone in the district.

Y/n spotted a group of men from the Hob up ahead, their faces drawn tight with worry. One of them, a tall, gangly man named Eamon, locked eyes with her and quickly approached, his expression tense.

"Did you two start that fight?" he demanded, his voice gruff and full of frustration. "Because if you did, you've just made life harder for all of us. We don’t need the Capitol’s eyes on us any more than they already are."

Archer opened his mouth to retort, but Y/n stepped forward, placing a calming hand on his arm silencing him. She turned to face Eamon, her voice even but laced with strain. "We didn’t start it," she said quietly. "But I understand your concerns.” Eamon’s gaze sharpened, his lips curling into a tight line. "You’re dam right, girl," he said, his tone low and heavy. "It’s District 12. If the Capitol tightens its grip here, we’re all gonna feel it. Everyone will."

Y/n nodded slowly, her chest tightening with the weight of his words. Y/n took a deep breath, her gaze softening as she looked at Eamon. She could feel the tension between them, the weight of the situation pressing down on both sides. This wasn’t her fault, but she knew the impact of their actions had already begun to ripple through the district. She needed to ease the moment, for Eamon’s sake as much as hers.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, her voice sincere, yet laced with the regret she carried. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. We’re all just trying to survive, but... I never wanted to put anyone else at risk.”

Eamon’s eyes flickered with something—maybe understanding, maybe resignation—but he didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he gave a sharp nod, the lines on his face deepening as he sighed.

"Just... be careful," he muttered, his voice a mix of caution and frustration. "This place isn’t as forgiving as it used to be we’re all on thin ice."

Y/n gave him a small, apologetic nod, her heart heavy with his words. Without another word, she turned, her hand quickly finding Archer’s. She squeezed his fingers gently, the quiet comfort of his touch grounding her as they continued walking through the town.

"Good day, Eamon," she called over her shoulder, her voice firm yet polite, as she kept moving forward. She didn’t wait for a response. There was nothing left to say, not here, not now. They had their own path to follow, and the weight of their journey felt heavier with every step.

As Archer and I continued to walk through the streets of District 12 the sudden sound of a loudspeaker crackled to life and rang through District 12 like nails on a chalkboard, the voice of the District 12 commander booming over the loudspeakers, instructing all citizens to report immediately to the reaping area.

The air grew thick with unease as the crowd began to gather, murmurs of confusion and fear rippling through the streets. People exchanged nervous glances, wondering why, with two weeks still to go before the official reaping ceremony and why everyone in 12 was suddenly called into the reaping area like a herd of sheep.

The tight-knit community, usually accustomed to their own quiet routines, was now filled with a sense of dread, the unknown weighing heavily on each of them. Y/n’s breath hitched as peacekeepers moved swiftly through the crowd, their stern expressions cutting through the tension like knives.

It wasn’t just the gathering of people that had everyone on edge—it was the fact that a Capitol official had arrived so early, and no one had any idea why on earth a man of that position would be here. Surely the hob fight wasn’t the cause of a Capitol official entering District 12.

As the crowd pressed in around her, Y/n felt Archer’s hand find hers, his grip tight and steady, grounding her in the chaos. They were pushed forward, forced into the reaping area, their bodies pressed uncomfortably against the others. The space was cramped, the air thick with the stench of sweat, smoke, coal and fear.

Archer’s fingers tightened around hers as if trying to shield her from the overwhelming anxiety that seemed to vibrate in the air each pile of nerves ricocheting from one to another like waves. They were no longer just a few familiar faces in a community—they were now part of a captive audience, herded like livestock. Every step felt like it carried the weight of their lives, with the Capitol’s watchful eyes now trained on them, ensuring no one would escape.

Despite the growing panic, a small sense of relief washed over Y/n when she spotted Annie pushing her way through the crowd her ginger hair standing out like a sore thumb amongst the crowd. She made her way toward Y/n, squeezing in beside her just as the peacekeepers began to line the walls, their sharp eyes scanning every face with cold precision.

Annie, though visibly shaken, managed a faint smile before the weight of the moment sank in again. With peacekeepers lining every exit, the tension in the air was suffocating. They were trapped, not just physically but in the reality that the Capitol was tightening its grip on them, and they had no choice but to wait for what would come next.

The Commander of District 12 stepped forward, his sharp uniform cutting through the crowd’s growing restlessness. He cleared his throat, raising his hand to silence the murmurs. The peacekeepers around the area shifted, their eyes watching everyone with unwavering intensity. The crowd fell into uneasy silence, and all eyes turned toward the commander.

"Everyone, quiet down," the Commander called out, his voice carrying over the sea of people. "We’ve been asked to gather here today by a representative of the Capitol. Though President Coriolanus Snow is unable to be here in person today, he’s sent someone in his stead to address us."

Y/n’s stomach churned at the mention of the President’s name. She knew, of course, that Coriolanus Snow now ruled Panem, but hearing his name felt like a weight pressing against her chest.

With that, the Commander stepped aside, and a tall, impeccably dressed Capitol official made his way to the front. The man’s sharp features and slick, perfectly styled hair marked him immediately as someone who had spent years grooming himself for the role of servitude to the Capitol. His voice was high-pitched and annoyingly posh, as though each word had been carefully rehearsed and delivered with the precision of a trained performer.

"Citizens of District 12," he began, his voice amplified by the loudspeaker, making the words echo through the reaping area. The sound of his voice grated against Y/n’s nerves immediately. It was as if each syllable had been dipped in condescension, a tone meant to remind them all of their place in this wretched society.

“It is an honour to address you on behalf of President Coriolanus Snow, who could not make this meeting in person. As you are all aware, the Capitol keeps a close eye on all of its districts, ensuring that order and peace are maintained across the nation. The President has sent me here to personally address some matters of great importance.”

Y/n felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise, the sound of his voice like nails on a chalkboard, sending a shiver through her. She could see people around her shifting uncomfortably, their eyes narrowing as they listened to his every word.

"I know you may be wondering," he continued, his voice too smooth, "Why such an early visit? And why, with two weeks to go before the reaping ceremony, have we gathered you all here?"

His grin widened, and Y/n cringed as the smugness in his expression reflected in his words. "The President wants to make one thing clear today—there are no exceptions. District 12 will be monitored closely. There is no tolerance for disruptions, no room for rebellion."

Y/n’s teeth clenched at his words, the mockery in his tone almost unbearable. She couldn’t stand the way he spoke, as though they were nothing more than pawns to be moved around.

The Capitol official's gaze swept over the crowd, his eyes narrowing slightly as though sizing everyone up before he continued, “And as for the recent disturbance at the Hob…” He paused for a moment, letting the words hang in the air like a weight.

“The Capitol is well aware of the events that transpired. The defiance, the unrest, the blatant disregard for order—it cannot and will not be tolerated. Let me make this very clear: the Hob, along with any gatherings like it, will be shut down until further notice. Any further incidents, any more of this... disorder,” he spat the word as if it were venom, “will be met with swift consequences. District 12 will be made an example of. The Capitol will not hesitate to enforce the law.”

The crowd shifted uncomfortably, whispers of anxiety rippling through the mass. Y/n could feel the tension in the air, the suffocating pressure of knowing they were all being watched, their every move under the Capitol’s microscope. She clenched her fists at her sides, trying to keep herself steady, but the words stung. The Hob—the last place in District 12 where people could escape, even for a little while, from the oppression—was being taken from them.

Archer squeezed her hand tighter as if sensing the same unease. The Capitol official’s voice droned on, a false calm in his tone, but all Y/n could hear was the pounding of her heart in her ears. The Hob had been a sanctuary, a place where people came together, even if just for a fleeting moment. Now, that small defiance was being extinguished, and the air in the reaping area felt colder, heavier, as though a part of their already fragile lives had been stolen away.

As the Capitol official finished speaking, the crowd slowly began to disperse, their anxious murmurs growing louder as they filed out of the reaping area. The weight of his words lingered in the air like a shadow, casting a pall over the entire district.

Y/n, still trying to process the sting of the Hob’s closure, turned to Annie, who stood beside her, looking equally unsettled. "I’ll see you later," Y/n said, offering a strained smile, but Annie only nodded, her face pale with worry. Y/n could sense the unease in the air, the oppressive weight of the Capitol’s presence hanging over them, but there was little more to say. They were all in this together, but it didn’t feel like enough anymore.

With one last glance at Annie, Y/n turned to Archer, who was already waiting for her, his expression a mixture of quiet determination and the same unease that had settled in Y/n’s chest. His grip on her hand tightened slightly, a silent reassurance that they were still in this together.

They exchanged no words; there was nothing more to say. They simply started walking side by side, moving through the narrow, winding streets of District 12, their footsteps muffled on the dust-covered road. The usual hum of life in the district felt distant, swallowed up by the heavy weight of the tension in the air. The oppressive silence between them mirrored the tightening noose around the district.

The peacekeepers’ presence seemed amplified today—standing on every corner, patrolling the alleys, their eyes constantly scanning, as if searching for any signs of rebellion or disobedience. Even the air felt heavier, weighed down by an unspoken fear that clung to the edges of every conversation and every glance exchanged.

As they passed by the Hob, Y/n’s heart sank, her steps slowing instinctively. It was as if the world had paused in that moment, the sight of the boarded-up building sending a wave of dread crashing over her. The Hob had always been more than just a meeting place; it had been a sanctuary of sorts, a place where the people of District 12 could breathe, where they could share whispered conversations about change and dream of a life beyond the Capitol’s reach.

It was their small act of defiance, their last bit of rebellion against the crushing weight of their lives. But now, as they stood there, looking at the building, the familiar wooden door was completely sealed shut, covered in rough, hastily nailed planks.

The windows were dark, the dim light that had once filtered through was now blocked off completely. It felt as if the heart of the district had been ripped out. The guilt of the disturbance—the fight that had sparked this crackdown—washed over Y/n, even though she knew, deep down, it wasn’t entirely their fault.

They hadn’t asked for this. But it didn’t matter. In her mind, they were the catalyst for the crackdown, the ones who had given the Capitol a reason to crack down harder on the district. And now, the Hob, the one place that had still offered some sense of hope, was silenced.

The weight of that loss settled on her shoulders, making her feel as though they had contributed to something irreparable. Even Archer, usually so steady, walked with a tense posture, his eyes fixed ahead, avoiding the sight of the Hob, but Y/n could see the guilt written all over his face too. It was a shared burden, and though neither of them had asked for it, it was theirs to carry.

As they continued walking in the direction of Y/n’s home with Archer insisting he walk her home after a while they now reached the fields. Archer’s hand stayed firmly wrapped around mine as they walked through the fields, the tall grass brushing their ankles with each step.

The open expanse before them should have felt like freedom, but the weight of the Capitol’s looming presence hung heavy in the air. Y/n could feel it—every step they took, every breath they shared, was tainted by the fear of what was coming next. The window for escape was closing. They both knew it.

“I think we need to make up our minds soon,” Y/n said softly, her voice breaking through the silence that had settled between them. She glanced at him, her heart aching. “The Capitol won’t give us much longer. We have to leave before it’s too late. Before they tighten their grip even more.”

Archer’s pace faltered for a moment, and he looked away, his jaw clenched. She could see the conflict in his eyes—the hesitation that had always been there, the fear that had held him back from truly considering escape. She understood his hesitation; leaving meant risking everything. But she wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait.

“We can’t wait forever, Archer,” she continued, trying to keep her voice steady. “I’m not saying it’s easy, but we have to make a choice. The longer we wait, the harder it will be to get away.”

Archer’s steps grew more forceful, and suddenly, he stopped, whirling to face her with an expression that was both frustrated and exhausted. "I know what you're saying," he snapped, his voice sharper than she had expected.

His hand dropped from hers, and he ran it through his hair, clearly stressed, trying to push the weight of everything out of his mind. “But every time you say it, it's like you think I don’t understand the urgency. You think I don’t get it?"

His eyes burned with frustration, the tension in his broad shoulders evident. "I’m just trying to figure out how we don’t get caught, alright? I’m not ready to have a Capitol official at our door. And I don’t need you pushing me to make decisions when all I can think about is how the hell we’re going to survive."

Y/n took a step back, feeling the sting of his words. He didn’t mean it. She knew he didn’t. But the pressure of their situation, the fear of the unknown, had made it harder for him to process everything, and she had pushed too hard. She swallowed the lump in her throat, forcing herself to nod, though she still felt the sting of his anger. He was stressed, and she knew better than to push him further, not right now. Still, the worry gnawed at her—time was running out, and they couldn’t afford to wait much longer.

Archer’s shoulders were tense, his frustration mounting with every passing second. Y/n could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. She had pushed him too far, and he was cracking under the weight of it all. His fists clenched at his sides, and he took another step closer to her, his voice now low and tight with anger.

“Why can’t you just understand?” Archer’s words were like a whip, sharp and biting. “I don’t have an answer yet! You want me to make a decision on the spot, but I’m not going to risk everything for some dream of getting away, not without knowing how it will end. It’s not that simple!”

Y/n’s heart raced, the pressure of everything collapsing around her. The uncertainty, the danger, the mounting expectations—she couldn’t take it anymore. She had been patient, understanding, but the constant back-and-forth, the constant hesitation—it was draining her.

“You think it’s easy for me?” she snapped back, her voice loud with the anger that had been building inside her for days. “You think I’m not terrified too? You think I don’t know the risks?” She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but the words came out sharp, like a weapon she didn’t mean to wield.

“I’m not asking you to have everything figured out, Archer. I’m asking you to make a choice. To do something instead of standing here, paralyzed by fear. If you don’t want to leave, then fine! But don’t keep dragging me through this if you’re not ready to make a move.”

Without waiting for his response, Y/n turned away, her chest tight as she walked off, her footsteps heavy on the ground. She didn’t look back, even though every part of her wanted to. She needed space, to breathe, to think. The last thing she needed was more hesitation, more indecision. She didn’t have time to waste, and it felt like Archer was running out of it just as much as she was.

As Y/n walked away, the weight of her words settling in, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of uncertainty deep in her chest. This was harder than she had ever imagined. She wanted to leave with Archer, she really did—more than anything. But the doubts lingered, gnawing at her. She had hoped that, in time, he would come around, that they could make the decision together. But as the days slipped by, the window to escape was closing, and she wondered if she would have to make the final move on her own.

-Archers POV-

As Archer walked through the fields, his thoughts were a tangled mess of frustration and guilt. He had always been the cautious one, the one who kept his head down and his mouth shut, doing what was necessary to survive. But ever since Y/n had come into his life ever since they were little, everything had changed.

His feelings for her, fierce and overwhelming, drove him to act in ways that went against everything he had been taught. At the Hob, when he’d seen that man disrespecting her, all his careful plans and the restraint he had spent years perfecting had been forgotten in a heartbeat. The anger had erupted from deep within him, and for the first time, he had lashed out, not just to protect her, but because something inside him couldn’t bear to see her hurt.

But now, walking alone, the weight of his actions felt heavier than it ever had before. He had snapped at her—Y/n, the one person who always understood him, who had been by his side for so long.

And for what? Because he was scared? Because he didn’t want to take the risk of everything falling apart? He felt selfish for dragging her into this, for making her feel like she was alone in this fight. He wanted to leave, to run with her, but the thought of it—of being caught, of endangering her—paralyzed him. Archer knew it wasn’t just fear of the Capitol that held him back; it was his own inability to fully trust in their escape, in their dream of freedom.

As he arrived home, the familiar sight of his mother waiting for him in the kitchen made his chest tighten. She could always tell when something was wrong, and tonight, he knew she would ask.

After a long pause, he sat down at the table, feeling her gaze settle on him. "What happened?" she asked softly, her tone more curious than concerned.

Archer let out a heavy sigh and leaned back, running a hand through his hair. "I snapped at Y/n," he admitted quietly, his voice laced with regret. "We argued about leaving. I don’t want to drag her into this… but at the same time, I can’t stand the thought of losing her. Everything’s changing, Ma. The Capitol’s tightening their grip, and it feels like the window to leave is closing."

His mother listened carefully, her face serious but kind. She knew the struggle all too well—the delicate balance between survival and defiance. "You’re both fighting the same fight, Archer," she said, her voice low but firm. "You can’t always protect her from everything, but you can be there for her. And maybe she needs you to believe in her as much as she believes in you. But that means you have to make a choice. You can’t keep holding back." Archer glanced at his mother, the weight of her words sinking in. His heart ached with the thought of leaving Y/n behind, but deep down, he knew his hesitation was about more than fear. It was about a future he wasn’t sure he could give her. He only hoped that, in time, he would find the courage to choose.

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harrywavycurly · 1 year ago

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I love killer!eddie❤️ (actually all the Eddie's but yk)

I imagine Old Eddie telling Old Steve how apparently his wife knew all along and Steve is immediately comforting him expecting a divorce. Eddie's just like "No, man. She's inside making tea" and explains it all to him.

Do you think she knows Steve knows? Does she find out?

Hiii lovey!!! Honestly I feel like she’s always known that Steve had SOMETHING on Eddie she just never knew what until she put the whole “my husband is a serial killer” thing together so that’s when I feel like she knew that Steve was in on it but idk if she’d ever ask Eddie about it? But I will happily give you a little something where Eddie tells Steve that his wife knows, I hope you enjoy!! 💖

-find all things A Killer’s Love here✨

*this is a follow up to part 14 so in this Eddie and Steve are way older like 50’s*

“What are we doing here?” Eddie just ignores Steve’s groan as he takes a seat in an empty barstool. “This place is for people who don’t care they are getting served watered down liquor and stale beer.” Steve adds as he takes a seat next to Eddie at the bar, Eddie just smiles at the bartender as she places a beer in front of him. “You a regular here Munson?” Eddie just shrugs as he picks up the bottle and brings it to his lips.

“I sometimes moonlight as a bouncer here.” Eddie jokes before taking a sip and placing the bottle back on the bar.

“You joke as if it’s not a possibility…you could be like Sam Elliot in Road House.” Eddie laughs as a smile takes over Steve’s face at the thought of Eddie still managing to kick people’s ass even in his early fifties. “But really Eddie what are we doing here?” Eddie lets out a sigh before taking another swig of his beer just as the bartender places one in front of Steve.

“She knows.” Steve raises an eyebrow at his bestfriend as he looks in the direction of the bartender that just gave him a beer that he didn’t order.

“Who knows what now?” He asks as he looks back at Eddie who then turns so he’s looking Steve dead in the eyes.

“She knows.” He repeats and Steve feels his heart drop to his stomach as he realizes what he means. “Before you go asking me a thousand questions just know that she didn’t call the cops and she didn’t ask for a divorce.” Eddie explains as a look of pure shock takes over Steve’s face.

“She didn’t call the cops or ask for a divorce?” Eddie just shakes his head no before finishing off his beer and signaling the bartender for another one. “What did she say? Did she ask for details?” Steve asks as he runs a hand through his hair and reaches for his beer so he can take a long chug of it.

“She just asked if I took care of that Nick dude and I told her the truth because clearly she already knew and then she asked if he was the first and I said no and she said okay.” Steve nearly spits out his beer as Eddie finishes telling the story making Eddie roll his eyes at his dramatics.

“She just said okay? Like oh that’s fine honey now what do you want for dinner?” Steve mocks your voice as he speaks and Eddie gives him a warning glare letting him know he’s on thin ice if he keeps talking about you in that tone. “Sorry I’m just having trouble wrapping my head around her being okay with it.” He explains before taking another sip of his beer.

“I don’t think she’s okay with it Steve I think it’s more of a thing that she knows she can’t change it and I also don’t do it anymore so she doesn’t have to worry about it now so she just wants to move on because clearly when I was….dealing with people it didn’t get in the way of our marriage or she would’ve left my ass a long time ago.” Steve just nods his head as Eddie speaks and lets out a sigh of relief as he reaches over and pats Eddie on the back.

“I’ll give you that Eddie…you may be a retired serial killer but you’ve always been a great husband.” Eddie laughs as Steve brings his beer bottle over to clink with Eddie’s.

“Thanks Harrington.”

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deedala · 10 months ago

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🌞 weekly tag wednesday 🌞

happy wednesday!! thanks to @michellemisfit for doing tag game today and for tagging me!! + @mybrainismelted @iansw0rld @creepkinginc @energievie @jrooc @lingy910y @suzy-queued @blue-disco-lights @ardent-fox @ms-moonlight-inn 💖💖💖 ty!! xoxo

name: deanna

age: noel-aged

location (globally): the land of oh hi oh

location (physically): in my kitchen

favourite Food to Eat: potatoes

favourite food to cook: popcorn

will you be attending @too-schoolforcool’s ☀️ Kitchen Shenanigans🍴with Cherry on the 6th july? im planning on it!!

what’s your zodiac: scorpio

will you be attending @heymacy’s ☀️ Astrology 101: More Than Just Your Sun Sign ☀️ lecture on the 13th july? planning on it!!!

(check @gallavich-fic-club’s lesson plan for details here)

now let predictive text complete each sentence for you after the 💭

my age is 💭 in my life now (in fact id argue its in my life always?)

my favourite animal is 💭 the cat (sure why not lol)

i love to cook 💭 with you guys but i'm so sorry i don't know how (the chilling level of accuracy on this one)

i love to eat 💭 and eat with my family (ok sure)

i have a lot of ideas about 💭 the game (what game? like the grand game?? we goin to orlais??)

i have no clue 💭 how i got that to you guys (oh god what??)

my dream career is 💭 now a reality check (pfftt HMMM)

my favourite character on shameless 💭 and the only one i know who has the most fun with it and the other is a very nice person (yeah i kept going hoping we'd get somewhere lol)

debbie gallagher is 💭 the only person i can trust (<- me if i were a shameless character)

carl gallagher is 💭 the only person i can trust (i... what is happening)

mandy milkovich is 💭 the only person i can remember (loool yes)

mickey milkovich is 💭 the only person i can remember (guys my game is broken)

ian gallagher is 💭 the only person i can trust (so true bestie lmao???)

to me ian and mickey are 💭 both the best people on earth (oh hell yeah okay 🥹)

gallavich means 💭 a little more of the world (alright yah)

i wish anyone who reads this to 💭 understand that i have no right (absolutely no right, how dare me lol)

and now to tag some folks ✨✨✨

@heymrspatel @darlingian @catgrassplantdad @gallawitchxx @whatwouldmickeydo @gardenerian @loftec @the-rat-wins @spoonfulstar @mmmichyyy @crossmydna @wehangout @captainjowl @howlinchickhowl @sam-loves-seb @rereadanon @softmick @mikhailoisbaby @callivich @burninface @sickness-health-all-that-shit @sleepyfacetoughguy @sleepyheadgallavich @transmickey @lee-ow @themarchg1rl @spookygingerr @thepupperino @vintagelacerosette @heymacy @xninetiestrendx @palepinkgoat

#weekly tag wednesday #tag game

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lanafofana · 6 months ago

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Snippet Sunday Funday

✨💖Thankies for the tag @roguishcat 💖✨

If you're here for BG3 content I'm afraid I've dipped my toes into Dragon Age Inquisition. Read on for some Solavellan Hell Mongering.

No warnings (other than DAI spoilers)

Context is that Inky has time travelled, dated the eggman and now Solas has dragged her ass to Crustywood.

Enjoy 😘

“Then what I must tell you…the truth–”

There. She can see it now, the tell she missed in her first life. The flicker in his gaze. The sudden realization and despair in the same breath. The weighty mantle of grim acceptance settling around him like a funeral shroud. She can see it all like a beacon of pain shining out from his eyes, the dip at the corner of his mouth, the furrow of his brow.

The gentle press of her fingers against his lips has startled him into temporary muteness. Stemmed the tide of this ill-fated evening but she knows it won't hold for long.

“The truth is,” she says quietly, staring at where her fingertips brush against the soft dry skin of his mouth to avoid his piercing gaze. “I know a liar when I see one.”

Solas’ lips part when he sucks in a breath.

“Even one who lies only by omission.”

The breath he releases is slow, controlled and steady, and hot against her skin. She sees him swallow hard, his lashes fluttering as his lids slide shut.

What could he possibly be thinking, she wonders with a thrill of fear.

Reconsidering what Leliana’s network of spies might have discovered and insinuated? Perhaps how to control any potential fallout with misdirection and a clever lie so mired in truth it tastes just the same when she swallows it.

Or, she thinks darkly, maybe he is judging the weight of the Inquisition's value against its potential liability. Dreading what she could possibly be leading up to.

She wishes she knew. Her stomach swoops like she's in freefall.

Wrapped in the safety of mortal flesh and bone, her heartbeat hammers to break free and scream.

“A mage with a mysterious past,” she begins.

Miraculously, her voice is steady, betraying none of the tremulous anxiety ricocheting around her gut, striking against her ribs like shrapnel.

“One with rare, intimate knowledge of the Fade; experience with warfare enough to find kinship with a battlehardend warrior.”

Still and stern he reminds her chillingly of the stone statues he once left in his wake. Is he even breathing? Is she?

“Canny enough to play mental strategy against the best Hissrad the Qunari could offer. And win.”

When she chances a glance at his face his eyes are still closed, his usually placid expression is tense. A wolf backed into a corner.

“An apostate that appeared at the right time, in the right place.”

Moving her hand from its delicate perch on his lips, Ellana cups his clenched jaw, tracing the laugh line at the corner of his mouth with her thumb. His eyes crack open slowly, pools of liquid silver in the moonlight. Mercurial and soaked in secrets. The Dread Wolf carries his own Wells of Sorrow on his face, as obvious as any vallaslin, borne in tandem with his terrible yoke of duty. The weight of them could crush her.

“Did you think I walked into your love blind, Vhenan?”

Solas’ eyes trace the planes of her face like it’s a map he’s never seen before. As quickly as he turns new information around in his mind he’s also memorizing every line and freckle, committing each fresh detail of her that's been revealed in this new light to his eternal memory.

“I have never pressed you to reveal your secrets or why you keep them. I do not intend to do so now.”

At this he can hold his silence no longer. “Vhenan–”

With terrible certainty she knows this is where he is trying to draw his line in the sand. The clean break to spare them both a worse fallout in the future. A desperate, foolish, stupid attempt to protect her that could only have been born from his deep tragic love for her. Idiot.

She can see his regret as clearly as she can hear it. It makes her want to tear it from his face with her nails and teeth. To rip it from him like a mask. Like she did in Tevinter, a lifetime ago.

A lifetime that ended in ashes.

When she’d thought she’d finally gained the upper hand for once and slid her fingers beneath carved porcelain. So naively certain of her victory. Only to reveal the face of a trusted confident staring back at her, also painted with regret.

Ellana hates regret. What good was regret when his hand was already buried to the wrist between her ribs, iron fingers around her heart.

No, the Inquisitor has no need for regret. And neither does Ellana.

Her voice, when she finds it, is a hoarse whisper. “Do not presume to make my decisions for me, Solas.”

He stares at her in surprise. Opening his mouth he hesitates and closes it again, rethinking what he wants to say. Completely incongruous with the heavy hearted seriousness of the moment she feels an entirely inappropriate burst of glee at catching him off guard.

The line of his shoulders softens and the expression on his face turns rueful. “Even in this, you surprise me.”

And then they have filthy depraved grotto sex.

TBC 😘

Tags: @feedthepheasants

#solavellan #solavellen hell #solas x female lavellan #solas x inquisitor #dai fanfic #dragon age fanfiction

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benege · 5 months ago

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If you wanna run away with me, I now a galaxy

(Eğer benimle kaçmak istiyorsan bir galaksi biliyorum)

And I can take you for a ride

(ve seni gezmeye götürebilirim)

I had a premonition that we fell into a rythm

(İçimde ritme kapılacağımıza dair bir his var)

Where the music dont stop for a life

(Müziğin ömür boyu durmadığı bir yerde)

Glitter in the sky, glitter in my your eyes

(Parıltı gökyüzünde, parıltı gözlerimde gözlerinde)

Shinning just the way I like

(Tam isteğim gibi parlıyor)

If you're feeling like you need a little bit of company

(Eğer bir ortağa ihtiyacın olduğunu düşünüyorsan)

You met me at the perfect time

(Benimle mükemmel zamanda tanıştın)

...

I got you moonlight, you're my starlight

(Yakaladım seni ay ışığı, sen benim yıldız ışığımsın)

@benegenindennisi you're my starlight✨💫💖

#Spotify

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laitoslittlemacaron · 2 months ago

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guyys i went to a fantasy ball yesterday!!🥹 ("Moonlight Ball" held by Stardust Circle✨) i had the most magical, beautiful and perfect evening & night in my life and i just couldnt stop dancing and dancing 🥺💖 next to the wonderful program and perfomances like live orchestra & singers, i got to dance the opening dance and learn a new ball dance💕

but mostly i danced waltz with and let myself twirl around by all kinds of fae folk 🦋🥹 and i saw so many beautiful different kind of wings, horns, elfs & fantasy ball dresses 💕 i honestly felt like in a fantasy roman🥺

#gooddd do i love waltz and ball room music ahhhhhhhh ive been soo looking forward to this-#waiting for my next chance to dance at a ball pls come soon #personal #fantasy ball

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yumiyue07 · 2 months ago

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Until the Seventh Moon

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♡ Author's note

"Oh, you make me go crazy over you, you, baby Let me hold you close" 🌙🎶✨ ENHYPEN - Moonstruck

Hello lovelies,

I'm back with a story that will tug at your heartstrings. 🥹

This time, I found inspiration in ENHYPEN’s breathtaking song Moonstruck—a song that captivated me from the very first note to the final, goosebump-inducing moment.

Set in a mesmerizing Korean-inspired fantasy world, this story follows H/N, a protagonist haunted by fragments of a love he can’t quite remember. Under the enchanting glow of the full moon, he begins to piece together the memories of his great love, Princess Y/N, and their timeless bond. But time is running out, and the stars hold secrets that could either reunite them or tear them apart forever.

Immerse yourself in this emotional journey, and let yourself be swept away by a love that defies even the heavens.

Looking forward to your reactions!

Enough of my rambling. Dive right in and enjoy part 1 of the story!

Thank you, as always. 💖

Love, YumiYue 🌙

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POV: K-idol x fem!reader

H/N = His name Y/N = Your name

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Part 1

It all started with a tale…

Once upon a time, in the celestial kingdom, there lived a princess and her loyal guardian, bound not only by duty but by a love so profound that they could not bear to be apart for even a moment. Their love was forbidden, a delicate flame flickering against the rigid winds of tradition and hierarchy. She, a daughter of the heavens, and he, a protector sworn to serve, were never meant to be together. Yet, their love defied all rules, pure and radiant, enchanting all who witnessed it. Many longed to experience such devotion, yet none could match the sincerity of their hearts.

Every full moon, when the sky was at its most luminous, the princess and her guardian would steal away from the watchful eyes of their realm. Together, they would descend into the night sky above the earth, where the world below slept in peaceful ignorance of the magic unfolding above. It was here, beneath the moon’s gentle gaze, that they could simply be.

Seated together on a great, billowing cloud as soft as a dream, the guardian would lift his flute to his lips, and as the first notes drifted into the night, the princess felt her heart swell with a joy so pure it brought tears to her eyes. The melody was hers alone, a song woven from the threads of their shared moments, each note a testament to their love.

As the gentle notes filled the air, the princess would rise, her feet finding tiny clouds that appeared beneath her like stepping stones of stardust, her movements light as moonlight itself. Her laughter rang through the silent heavens—a sound he cherished more than any song. Though she twirled and swayed, her gaze never left him, for she adored the sight of him playing, his eyes filled with warmth, and his lips curved into the sweetest smile.

In those moments, the world faded away, leaving only the two of them, the moon and the stars that bore witness to their love. It was a love that needed no words, for their hearts spoke in a language only they could understand.

Beneath the glow of the full moon, they found solace in each other’s presence, surrounded only by countless twinkling stars—far away from the prying eyes of the celestial kingdom. They were two souls bound by a love that even the stars envied, a love that would endure, no matter the distance or the trials to come.

But their love was not meant to last. For what is pure and beautiful often attracts darkness, like a moth to a flame.

Blinded by bitterness, the embittered witch Lán Yīn (兰茵) could not bear to witness such happiness. Once, she too had loved—deeply, fiercely, with all her heart. She had been loving, charming, and radiant, devoted to the man who had sworn to stay by her side. He had promised her forever, and she had believed him with every fiber of her being.

But love, as she learned, was fleeting.

One day, he never returned. She waited, her heart pounding with hope as hours turned to days. She searched for him in every corner of their world, calling his name into the void, but he was gone. And then, she found it—a letter, scrawled in his familiar handwriting, waiting for her in the stillness of her chambers.

"Do not wait for me. I will not return. My heart belongs to another."

The words cut deeper than any blade, carving wounds that would never fully heal. Tears streamed down her face as a single question echoed in her mind over and over: Why? She had given him everything—her love, her loyalty, her very soul. How could he throw it all away?

At first, she wept. Every night, she longed for him to come back.

But the days stretched on, and sorrow hardened into something darker. Her love, once so vibrant and alive, rotted into a rage—rage at his betrayal, rage at the time she had wasted, rage at the love that, she now realized, had never been real.

Hatred consumed her, twisting through her veins like poison. It seeped into her very being, shrouding her in a dark aura that drained all joy and warmth from everything around her. Flowers withered in her presence, their petals curling into brittle husks. The air grew cold where she stood as if the world itself recoiled from her touch.

And then, she heard of them.

A pair of celestial lovers, glowing with happiness, untouched by pain, unscarred by loss. Their love was spoken of in whispers, a tale of devotion so pure it seemed to defy the very nature of the universe. The princess and her guardian, bound by a love that even the stars envied.

A fresh wave of fury surged through her, hot and unrelenting. How dare they? Love was a lie. A cruel illusion. No love could be so pure—it was all destined to end in betrayal. Their happiness was an affront to her suffering, a reminder of everything she had lost.

And so, Lán Yīn vowed to tear them apart.

When the lovers descended into the earthly sky beneath the glow of a new full moon, Lán Yīn watched them from the shadows. The sight of them sent a sharp, searing pain through the hollow space where her heart had once been. Once, she might have felt sorrow. Now, there was only emptiness—a yawning chasm where warmth and light had once resided.

Her gaze locked onto the guardian—the way he looked at his princess, his eyes filled with a quiet devotion that made her chest ache. He reminded her of him. The man who had left her with nothing but a letter and a shattered heart.

Her lips curled in disgust. How sickening. Love was nothing but a cruel illusion, a foolish dream that only led to ruin. It was a lie, a trap, a poison disguised as nectar. And yet, here they were, bathed in moonlight, their love glowing as brightly as the stars above.

"Perhaps the woman he left me for looked just like her," she thought bitterly. The princess’s laughter rang out, clear and pure, and the sound was like a dagger twisting in the Lán Yīn’s chest. How could they be so happy? How could they believe their love would last?

Her fingers tightened, dark energy crackling at her fingertips like a storm waiting to break. The air around her grew heavy, the stars above dimming as if even they feared her wrath.

"It’s better to end it now."

In the shadows, she raised her hand, the dark energy swirling around her like a vortex.

The couple remained blissfully unaware of the dark presence watching them. They were lost in their own world, a world where only they existed, where love was as boundless as the heavens above.

She danced to the melody of his flute once more, her movements light and graceful, as if the stars themselves had woven her into the night. When the final note faded into the air, he set his flute aside and opened his arms, an inviting warmth in his gaze. His smile was enchanting.

She twirled toward him, her heart soaring, and settled into his lap, melting into his embrace. The full moon bathed them in its silver glow as they sat on their cloud, wrapped in each other, as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist.

She rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He held her close, his fingers brushing over her skin as though memorizing every inch of her. His eyes roamed over her face, soft with wonder, as if he were seeing her for the first time.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured, his voice a whisper that carried the weight of his devotion. He stroked her cheek with tender reverence, his touch as gentle as the moonlight that enveloped them. "I can't stop looking at you, my love. I will never let you go."

She lifted her gaze to his, her eyes shimmering with the same longing. "My love, I feel the same way. I want to stay in these arms for the rest of my life. This is my home—here, where I can hear your heartbeat. Here, where I can feel your warmth."

Their eyes locked, a silent vow passing between them, a promise that transcended words.

In that moment, the universe seemed to hold its breath.

Then she closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment, to him.

He hesitated only for a heartbeat before leaning in, his lips brushing against hers in a delicate kiss. It was soft, tentative, as if he were afraid she might vanish like a dream. But the gentleness didn’t last long.

A spark ignited between them, and soft longing gave way to passion. She pressed closer, her fingers tangling in his hair as his arms tightened around her, pulling her flush against him. One hand cradled her face, the other holding her as if he never wanted to let go.

The kiss deepened, breathless and intense, as if they were trying to pour a lifetime of love into a single moment. Around them, the stars seemed to burn brighter, as if the heavens themselves were celebrating their union.

But then—a cruel, mocking laugh shattered their perfect moment. The lovers tensed, their blissful world crumbling in an instant.

"Look at them," a voice sneered from the darkness. "Sitting here in the moonlight, drowning in their foolish love. How pathetic."

The princess and her guardian tensed, their hearts pounding as they turned toward the source of the voice. He held her close, trying to shield her from possible harm. Lán Yīn emerged from the shadows, her figure cloaked in a dark aura that seemed to devour the light around her. Her eyes glowed with malice, and a twisted smile played on her lips.

"That ends now," she hissed, her voice low and menacing. "I’ll kill you both."

Before they could react, a thick, suffocating black mist erupted from her fingertips, engulfing them in an instant and tearing them apart. The princess screamed, reaching out for her guardian, but her hands grasped only empty air. He was gone, swallowed by the darkness.

"No!" she cried, her voice breaking as she thrashed against the mist that coiled around her like a serpent. It was cold and unyielding, constricting her movements and stealing her breath. "My love!" Her frantic cries echoed into the void, unanswered.

And then—she saw her. The witch stood before her, her cold eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. The princess’s heart clenched with fear and desperation.

"Please," the princess pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "Spare him. Do whatever you want to me, but please—let him go."

"No! I won't let you do that!" her guardian’s voice rang out, filled with raw desperation. He struggled against the dark energy that bound him, his face contorted with pain. "Take me instead! Kill me if you must—just let her go!"

Lán Yīn let out a sharp, amused laugh. "How pathetic you both are," she sneered. "So eager to sacrifice yourselves for a love that will never last. But you see…"

A cruel smirk twisted her lips as she raised her hand, dark energy crackling at her fingertips. "I will do as I please."

With a flick of her wrist, the energy coiled around him like living chains, tightening with a sickening hiss. He arched in pain, a strangled cry escaping his lips as the darkness consumed him.

"No!" the princess shrieked, horrified. She fought against the mist with every ounce of strength she had, but it was no use. She was powerless, forced to watch as the man she loved was torn apart before her eyes. "Stop! Don't hurt him! Release him, I beg you!"

But the witch only tightened her grip, her expression cold and unfeeling. His screams grew weaker, his body trembling as the life drained from him. And then—he went limp, his form collapsing.

The princess’s heart shattered. "NO! … No, my love!" she sobbed, her voice breaking as she reached out for him, her fingers brushing against nothing but empty air. What had that witch done? Her mind raced, panic clawing at her chest as she struggled against the dark mist that bound her.

Lán Yīn chuckled, her voice dripping with amusement. "Relax, princess," she said, tilting her head mockingly. "He's not dead. Just unconscious."

The princess let out a shaky breath, her body trembling with relief. He was still alive. But before she could fully process her emotions, the witch’s expression darkened, her eyes narrowing with cold fury.

"What do you want from us, Lán Yīn?" the princess demanded, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. "I know who you are. What have we ever done to you?"

The witch’s eyes flashed with cold fury.

Lán Yīn’s lips curled into a sneer, her gaze piercing. "Your love is a lie," she spat, her words laced with venom. "There is no such thing as pure love. It’s nothing but an illusion, a cruel deception. And because you dared to lie—to deceive the heavens themselves—you will pay."

The princess’s breath hitched, her heart aching at the witch’s words. "You’re wrong," she whispered, her voice trembling but defiant. "Our love is real. You can’t take that away from us."

Lán Yīn’s eyes flashed with rage, and she turned to the unconscious man, her gaze filled with disgust. A slow, wicked smile spread across her lips, sending a chill down the princess’s spine.

"I can’t take it away, you say?" She paused, letting the weight of her silence hang heavy in the air, before speaking again. "Watch." With a flick of her wrist, dark energy swirled around the man, lifting him into the air. The princess’s heart clenched as she realized what was happening.

"I’m sending him to Earth. From now on, he will live there...," Lán Yīn declared, her voice cold and final. She paused again, savoring the moment before delivering the final blow. "Without a single memory of you."

The words struck the princess like a physical blow, stealing the breath from her lungs. For a moment, the world seemed to tilt on its axis. A sharp pang of pain spread through her chest, so intense it felt as though her heart might tear itself apart. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision—partly out of relief that he would live but mostly out of despair. He would forget her. Everything they had shared—their love, their memories, their dreams—would be erased as if they had never existed at all.

Her voice trembled as she whispered, “So be it.” The words tasted bitter on her tongue, but she forced them out, her resolve hardening even as her heart shattered. She would not give the witch the satisfaction of seeing her beg again.

Lán Yīn narrowed her eyes, studying the princess with a mix of curiosity and disdain. No protests? No pleading? Her lips curled in amusement. "How pitiful," she murmured before raising a hand. The dark mist surrounding the man began to stir, swirling like a living thing.

Slowly, the mist descended toward Earth, carrying him away. The princess held her breath, her eyes locked on his form, desperate to capture every last detail of his face—the curve of his lips, the way his hair fell across his forehead. She memorized the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his hands lay still at his sides, the way the moonlight caught the faintest hint of a smile still lingering on his face. She etched him into her memory forever. She watched him until he was nothing more than a speck in the distance. Until the mist vanished completely. Until there was nothing left of him.

Only then did she break.

A sob tore through her, raw and profound, as if it had been ripped from the deepest part of her soul. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the cloudy ground, her hands clutching at the empty space where he had been. She wanted to hold him one last time. Tears streamed down her face, each one a tribute to the love she had lost, the future that had been stolen from her.

The stars above seemed to dim, their light fading as if in mourning. The moon, once a symbol of their love, now felt cold and distant. Her body shook with the force of her grief, her cries echoing through the silent heavens.

She had lost him. Not just his presence but his memories, his love, his very essence. He was gone, and with him, a part of her had been torn away, leaving behind a void that could never be filled.

"There's nothing to cry about," the witch snapped. "Be silent, or I’ll kill you right then and there."

The princess lifted her tear-streaked face. "I don’t mind." Her voice was hollow, as if all her life had been drained from it. "A life without him isn’t worth living anyway."

Lán Yīn stiffened, her cold, empty eyes narrowing. For the first time, something flickered in her cold, empty eyes—pain. "Stop talking nonsense," she spat, her voice rising. "Who needs love? It only ends in pain anyway!"

But the princess—even in her grief—would not back down. "That’s not true," she whispered. "Love—"

"Enough!" The witch’s scream cut through the night. Her aura flared—dark and suffocating. The air around her seemed to crackle with power, and the stars above dimmed as if recoiling from her rage.

"I don’t want to hear it." She exhaled sharply, composing herself before her lips twisted into a cruel smirk. "Since you love the moon so much, princess, let it be your prison."

A heavy silence settled between them.

"You will live there for eternity," Lán Yīn declared. "Alone. Forgotten. Trapped in solitude, forever. Death would be a mercy—one I refuse to grant you."

The princess lowered her gaze, her shoulders slumping under the weight of the witch’s words. She was right. Death would be salvation. A life without him—without love, without warmth—was the cruelest punishment of all.

Still, as she looked at the witch—her sharp eyes, her clawed fingers, the twisted hatred in her expression—she felt something strange. Pity.

"She must have been kind once," the princess thought. "She must have been beautiful."

What had shattered her so completely? What had poisoned her heart beyond repair?

Lán Yīn caught her staring and scowled.

"Stop looking at me like that, or I’ll tear your eyes out." She raised her hand, dark energy crackling around her fingertips. "Away with you."

The mist surged forward, coiling around the princess like a serpent. She barely had time to breathe before it dragged her upward—higher, higher—toward the cold, empty moon. The world below faded away, the stars blurring into streaks of light as she was pulled further into the void.

Since that day, she has lived in solitude, her thoughts always with him. She was grateful he was alive. She hoped he would find happiness. But she knew the truth.

He had forgotten her.

And she would never see him again.

And so, she wept.

Day after day.

Night after night. ~~~ A Few Years Later.

To be continued...

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