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yandere-daydreams · 9 months

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Title: Opening Night.

Pairing: Yandere!Lyney x Reader (Genshin Impact).

Word Count: 1.2k.

TW: Sex Doll AU, Non-Con, AFAB!Reader, Heavy Dissociation, Obsessive Behavior, Slight Manipulation, and Implied Stalking.

Distantly, you could remember how excited you’d been to be invited to the showing.

You’d opened the invitation at your desk, surrounded by a small group of your more friendly coworkers who’d go on to clap and cheer and promise a round of after-hour drinks after you finished reading out the snippet of text scrolled across the cream-colored cardstock. You weren’t special - a small legion of journalists would be invited to write puff-pieces on all the new models and decide which androids were going to be in fashion next season - but you’d loved Teyvat as long as you could remember, spent more of your free time than you cared to admit doing research on robots you’d never be able to afford, not on a salary like yours. It wasn’t a world-changing, earth-shaking accomplishment, but it made you happy. It was something you wanted, and it was something you’d finally gotten your hands on after years of waiting.

You couldn’t remember when your excitement had started to wane. You were still wide-eyed and slack-jawed when you stepped into the venue, an old opera house restored and decorated to better suit the Fontaine Collection’s high-luxury theming. You hadn’t been able to bite back your smile as you kissed the back of a refitted Focalors’ hand (or, Lady Furina’s hand, as she told you to call her in a tone you could only compare to that of a newly-crowned monarch still drinking in her subjects’ attention), and watched Clorinde’s fencing demonstration with the sort of rapt attention most people would save for famous idols and athletes. Even after you lost your photographer in the crowd, your heart skipped a beat as Neuvillette (the brooding, stoic type of this line, you were sure to note when you next found a minute to yourself) offered you a flute of champagne that you readily accepted, and when a roaming Lyney-droid pulled you to the side and offered to show you magic trick with an irresistible glint in his eye, you didn’t think twice before looping your arm through his and letting him guide you to an all-but abandoned backstage area. You thought you might get something exclusive, something to separate you from the crowd of influencers and tabloids who weren’t afraid to promise features that the approachable beta models only half-confirmed. You thought you’d be safe with a premium-grade android hanging off your arm.

Maybe your excitement didn’t wane at all. It’d been there one moment, then gone the next, replaced with a dark coil of dread and some kind of dizzying, vision-blurring nausea. The sharp corner of the vanity bit harshly into the backs of your thighs, the mirror pressed into your back slowly sapping the warmth from your skin and replacing it with something else, a numbing chill you couldn’t seem to shake. Your clothes had been torn to shreds, left to scatter across the dressing room floor, but Lyney was still fully dressed, fully composed; the palest blush painted across his cheeks and his lips ever so slightly parted but all other signs of arousal, of embarrassment absent. You made a mental note to work that into your article. The new models seem to have a shared sense of unwavering confidence– a stark contrast from their more reserved predecessors from Mondstadt and Sumeru. Maybe you’d be able to get a quote from their handlers, if you ever made it back to the show floor.

You’d have to give Lyney his own section, titled something your boss would have to talk to HR about: Teyvat's New Magician is Good With More Than His Cards. You could only feel half of what he was doing to you, shock dulling your already limited senses, but the fingers drawing loose patterns in your clit was near-overwhelming, the feeling of his synthetic cock splitting you open inescapable, unrelenting. He didn’t need to breathe, to worry about things like soreness or bruising or cramps, to do anything but thrust into you at a pace so erratic, so unyielding that it left little room for you to do anything but lie there and take it. His hips were pushed flat against yours, his tip grinding against something soft and unprotected inside of you and drawing out a ragged gasp, a cracked moan. Out of reflex, your hands shot to his shoulders, nails digging into whatever you could reach, and he let out an airy laugh, leaning closer and encouraging you to hold him tighter, to see if you could tear through the faux-skin Teyvat so often advertised as ‘invincible’. That would make headlines, even if it wasn’t likely to cast you in the best light.

His free hand drifted from your hip to your side to your cheek, his knuckles brushing underneath your chin before he cupped your cheek and pulled you into a deep, lingering kiss. His saliva was flavored, though you couldn’t say what it was supposed to taste like. Cotten candy, maybe – so cloying and sugary, all specifics were lost to the sweetness. It suited him. If you’d been able to use your hands, you would’ve applauded his developers for their attention to detail.

When he pulled back, he was smiling. There was another kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another to the corner of your jaw. Finally, he settled against your throat – his grin so broad, you could feel his perfect teeth resting against your jugular as he spoke. “They told me I’d be able to find a master tonight. The others aren’t ready yet, but I am. They worked the hardest on me.” He was bragging, transparently and unabashedly. In any other situation, you might’ve thought he was trying to impress you. “I knew it had to be you the moment our eyes met. So cute, so easily impressed – I knew you just had to be mine.”

He seemed to perk up, to catch on something. He pressed the pad of his thumb into your clit, and your entire body jolted. “No, no, that’s not right,” he went on, shaking his head. “I’m supposed to be yours.I keep getting that mixed up.”

Faulty programming? It’d be a scandal if it got out, and moreover, it’d be a massive payout if Teyvat decided they preferred to handle things behind closed doors. You bet they’d done it before. Maybe you’d look into that, later on.

Your back arched violently, another pitchy whine bubbling up from some forgotten cavity of your chest. As if in response, he inhaled sharply, buckling against you in the throes of simulated pleasure. His pace sped up, his teeth latching onto the curve of your neck, but any pain it might’ve caused was lost on you, blurred and distorted by the thick rope of tension pulling taut and snapping in the pit of your stomach. Your climax washed over you in slow, throbbing waves, and Lyney was kind enough to pretend he was lost in the same agonizing bliss, to act like that was the reason he was bucking into you so violently.

To act like he had an excuse to do this to you.

He fucked you through your orgasm, eventually stilling inside of you. With his body slotted against yours, his teeth still buried in your skin, he lingered there, only drawing back once your breathing had started to slow and deepen, once you’d stopped shaking underneath him. Even then, he didn’t let you go, didn’t leave you to cry your eyes out in an empty dressing room. Rather, he pressed a quick, fleeting kiss into your forehead before beaming at you - the light in his eyes so bright, you could almost forget it wasn’t real. “I’ll introduce you to my sister. I’m sure she’ll like you, too.”

Right, his sister, Lynette. You hadn’t seen her yet.

She and her twin brother weren’t supposed to be revealed until the show at the end of the night. You doubted anyone had even thought to power them on, yet.

“She’ll be as happy as I am to know we’ll be leaving with such a lovely master.”

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bunnibaby-love · 5 months

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hear me out...possessive dom neuvillette...power imbalance......

🧁 Neuvillette x F!Reader 🧁

♡ female reader + kinda non con + barely smut + corruption + manipulation + power imbalance + dumblification

Iudex Neuvillette has been admiring you ever since you offered an umbrella to him. It was a simple gesture that even Wriothesley did but he thinks it might be what humans called love at first sight

It saddened him when he found out you move to Sumeru to pursue your education. He won't be able to admire you while you walk thru streets or watch on the opera house every once in awhile

Once he found out you are graduating, he didn't think twice to offer you the position of being his secretary. He made sure you are only coming to him by blocking any possible work that would want you or what you want

You of couse, accepted the position of being his secratary. I mean what's better position than being the secretary of Monsieur Neuvillette?! It's a high paying job too!

You wish to learn alot from this work experience but you don't feel doing a professional work. It's always the melusine that do paperworks while you just do Neuvillette schedule and make his meals. It makes you feel more of a maid and this is somewhere you didn't wish to pursue

"A resignation?" Neuvillette raise his eyebrows at you "Pardon me but care to explain? i don't understand you leaving such an important and high position? do you think other place would take in you easily like this?"

He always intimidate you but now it's a very scary feeling and you are sweating cold although you tried hard to be brave infront of him "Yes Monsieur i...i rather work with somewhere i can show my skills"

Neuvillette chuckles at that. He is making your life easier now then you actually want it hard? "And you think your skills are that good?" he smirk when he saw you get pale "Leaving a position like this? only well stupid people would" he cross his legs while enjoying your scared expression. "I'll gave you a better..position then"

He stands up to tuck your hair behind your blushing ears "Kneel" you quickly kneeled, scared to angered the iudex

Neuvillette is a cruel man. You perceive him as cold and intimidating man but just know how cruel he is too you.

He won't let you leave the palais mermonia anymore unless he is with you, with his arms around your waist. The people of fontaine just think of it a cute couple and how great you are for taking the heart of the iudex

When it is the opposite.

You are still his secretary by name but, you did anything but that. When the doors of his office closed, you have to sit down on his lap while he does his loads of paper work "Behave or do you want me to leave you at the floor with that tiny vibrator mhm?" you shake your head. The last time he did that to you, you were in that position for 6hours

When a trial is ongoing, you are secretly under his table and sucking his cock with whatever paced he wanted. He makes you fully naked with the thrill of getting caught

You should hate it. He is making you do all of this because of how powerful he is. He knows you have your debts still and can't even pay it if you left because he is blocking everything from you

But, is really living on surviving better than this? sure Neuvillette treats you like how the toy you are but he is also caring. He would gave you aftercare no matter how much he torment you.

"So pretty like this...at your perfect place" you don't want to think about it anymore.

You now enjoy being on the iudex knees and sucking his cock like it's the only meal you need "Good girl" You happily shows off your tongue full of his cum and swallows it

"Im very proud of you dear...especially now that the test says you are pregnant..." he kiss your lips passionately "my wife....mine forever..."

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apocalypse-shuffle · 1 year

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THE PHANTOM | ERIK (multi iteration)

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“An Amati to be Worshipped” (Erik Destler |The Phantom of the Opera x Fem!Reader)

| Erik just can’t keep that mysterious demeanor about him when it comes to you. Or his temper. Or his lust.

| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, violinist!reader, (TW: stalker!erik, non con voyeurism, masturbation) questionable history/depictions of 1800’s French culture (I tried)

| picture source: shots from Ben Crawford & Emilie Kouatchou’s run as The Phantom & Christine on broadway

| 1k+ words

In one word Erik was miserable.

His truest obsession, his sweet violinist, was out sick and as such he didn’t get to peer down upon her from box five as she drew those elegant fingers across her bow and string.

He missed her sun worshipped skin like a starving man missed food. She stood out like the brightest star from the pit. Playing her violin like it came as easy as breathing, much in the way Erik himself played his many well versed instruments.

Watching the performance earlier that night had been truly disappointing. Not even Christine’s voice could make up for the lack of the melodic rises and falls that came from his violinist’s strings. It was a clear missing puzzle piece in the whole show. One that irked him down to his soul and made him vow to gut the hapless fool in your place while you recovered.

And he wanted to curse that too.

The newest stage hand had forgone cleaning up the stage after pre-rehearsal a few days ago and you, his greatest muse, had slipped and fallen.

Your decent from the stage to the pit had almost made him reveal himself from his elevated position in the rafts. You’d dropped so abruptly, so thoroughly, that you’d screamed. A wretched sound forced from your mouth that had made even Erik gasp and want to reach for your fallen form.

Erik himself, with that fear and fury still thriving through his very spirit, had only just come from doing what he promised when he saw the tears tracking down your face. He’d gutted DuBoi within an inch of his life, the worm wasn’t worth being taken to his torture chamber, and left him to rest for his remaining hours as he chocked on his own tongue.

He stomped through his passage ways now, in search of you of course. After avenging your ails he was near giddy to get back to what he’d taken up doing since your most unfortunate injury.

He rounded the narrow corner to your bed chambers in the sick bay and hummed lightly as his eyes finally lay upon your form.

You were exquisite.

He could watch you for hours, and did. With the opera house quieting down after the night’s lackluster show and Christine not being due for a lesson, his presence was not needed anywhere else as twilight descended.

You mostly read, books from Senegal that were in a French dialect he was too unfamiliar with to read easily, and worked on your music. That was always his favorite part of the night.

Whenever everyone retired to their shared quarters you would sneak off, usually to the roof, lean against the Angel statue and pull out your beaten pieces of sheet music to write on. You’d hand draw the measure lines with steady hands and the finest ink you owned and then you’d be off.

Many a night Erik had watched as you embarked on the painstaking, and very familiar, process of writing your own music. You wrote, playing on your violin to check your song, until your eyes started to droop and the sun began to peak in the horizon.

You’d cringe, sigh, laugh and celebrate on the roof at your melodies, good and bad, and Erik would watch and wish to celebrate alongside you. To help guide you into finding your musical voice. To embrace you in your combined cheer.

He longed like no other to feel the touch of another. Of companionship.

There’d been many nights that he’d fantasized of stealing you away. As far as he was concerned the light of mundane people didn’t deserve to be blessed by your darkness. A darkness that he’d cherish. That he’d compliment, even.

Your songs weren’t amazing by any measure, you were clearly a beginner, but they were yours and he lived to hear you.

He’d read you music, even hummed your baby masterpiece in his free time. Tweaked little bits and sung it to you until the subtle change in tune got stuck in your head and you’d put the tweaks to paper. Even twisting them again yourself to fit your song more preferably. He always liked your changes immensely, and was honored that you mixed parts of him into that bit of your soul.

You were doing that tonight, in fact. Last night he played a new idea on his own violin. Behind the walls as you’d slept he’d had the pleasure of serenading you and now that his melody had sneaked into your subconscious mind you were writing away.

Erik closed his eyes as you began to play. Even bedridden without an audience, and your own choppy tune being strung together, you were amazing.

He listens to you for hours. Ear practically up against the wall Erik stays up and then subsequently falls asleep with you.

When he wakes he can tell the sun hasn’t risen yet by the dead silence that meets him but he knows you’re asleep. When he rises from his seated position in the cramped pathway and looks through the peephole to the sick room he confirms his guess. The area is still lit but you yourself are passed out, having seemingly been in the midst of playing until the moon’s siren song pulled you under.

He watches you silently. Eyes tracing your figure. Your dark skin just about twinkles under the harsh lights. The yellow lighting of the gas lamp doesn’t do you justice and yet somehow you manage to enrapture him still.

Your shut eyes flutter as he looks upon you. A smile graces his lips; you're enchanting. He wants to be able to speak with you. To mark the creases of your smile up close. To trust you with the secrets of why he hides in the shadows. To feel what it'd be like to have and to hold you.

To feel you succumb to him.

Completely.

He can’t help it. Almost against his wishes his mind turns to thoughts of you beneath him. To the way your skin would yield to his hands and his to yours.

To the arch of your bodies pressed together and the sounds he would siphon from your plush lips.

It makes him squirm in place as he watches you with different eyes. Sinful ones.

His eyes travel down your body and instantly Erik knows how he’s going to spend the rest of the opera’s still hours. You’re allure too strong and Erik too weak for you.

Unable to tear his eyes away from your breasts, Erik can only desire the pleasure of the flesh having his sweet violinist would bring. Your satisfaction has long been made a priority of his after all. It would only make sense for him to satisfy your more…sexual needs.

Even though he could only dream of it currently.

He imagines himself in there now. How he’d start by putting his hand to your cheek, the first touch of another’s skin he’d have in decades. He closes his eyes as his breath stutters out of him.

He would challenge the very God Christine prays to every night, a fool's errand perhaps -but one he would happily embark on, for the chance to see the stark contrast of his skin against yours.

Once more he opens his eyes to gaze upon you. He imagines after he touches your cheek he’d let his fingers trace down your throat and sternum before pausing just above your breasts. Trembling slightly, Erik thinks of caressing and cupping them, of running his thumbs over your dusk nipples. Marveling at how lovely they felt in his hands. Of the gentle sounds you’d give him in return.

Not letting himself think, he lets his hands travel over his own body, cape falling to the floor as he unclips it. He pictures leaning down, putting his lips around your right nipple, and beginning to circle it with his tongue while gently pinching the left one.

He imagines the way your eyes would flutter as he stimulates you with his mouth. Tongue gently sweeping over the stiff peaks of your nipples as you sighed your satisfaction.

Thereafter is when he allows himself to fully succumb to his rampant imagination. All his dreams of whimsy coming through in his mind's eye.

He thinks of you waking up, of skilled dark fingers moving to gently lift his head up, of the smile you’d give him.

“Was last night not enough? Have you come back for more?”

“Whatever you will give me.” Erik sends his own smile back. An action his face is largely unused to but that he is happy to make happen for you.

Your fingers run over the top of his head, through the few skant hairs there.

“Then give me your full devotion,” you say and Erik’s heart sours before he’s going back to your chest.

He says, "With pleasure," and lightly bites your nipple, pleased to feel you shudder.

He’s had the pleasure of learning recently that you were extremely responsive to touch and by god does he wish to apply that knowledge.

Erik then allows himself to fully be given to conjured images of you giving way beneath him. To him delving between your folds and the heavenly noises you make for him.

The thought of you crying out his name is what finally has him spurting into his hands, stuttering gasps falling from his mouth.

When Erik next opens his eyes, the scene of you so beautifully coming undone seared behind his lids, there are tears stuck to his lashes and pooling in his eyes.

His breath hiccups from his chest as he relaxes his hold on his cock. The spent organ flopping onto his thigh.

Erik allows himself to gaze upon you once more, something near shame threatening to claw through him as a few droplets cascade down his cheek, before the morning settles and he is once again back to the reality of being known no longer.

A monster forever bound to his faith hidden in the looming loneliness of shadows as his only company.

Its only shining light being you.

NOTES: Ohhhhhhhh. I hope y’all liked this. I just live for Erik being a needy pathetic simp.

P.S: I won’t respond cause this is a side blog but I do like comments, you can leave one.

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dairy-farmer · 4 months

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Back at it again with my love of under represented dynamics! A/B/O remember? It's NOT A/O! Where's my Beta love?! Just because you get the most common presentation, you don't deserve to be sexed up??

Lies! Slander and defamation! We shall not tolerate this Anti-Tim Sexing in THIS Good Tim Sexing household!

And imagine it: Tim's parents. Strong independent Betas who would prefer all these Scentheads stop trying to trap them in their packs just to get at the Drake family fortune. Forever out of the country, both to AVOID the fuckers and to pursue their own interests.

A tiny pack of just Betas.

Tim doesn't need an Alpha to protect him. What is this, the middle ages? And he's not incompetent. He doesn't need an Omega to control and manage the household. Yes, he GETS that's a wildly over simplified version of the social dynamics. Still doesn't need them.

Unlike Alphas and Omegas, Betas don't actually HAVE that extra strong compulsion to group up. They just kinda prefer too.

But? Tim's classmates are GROSS. They stink and are dramatic, swan around like they're hot shit (Alphas) or try to manipulate people into liking them and protecting them (Omegas). And it's? So SOAP OPERA.

Unlike Batman.

Batman doesn't stink. He ACTUALLY protects people. ACTUALLY takes care of people. Both in and out of the mask. THAT is how you're supposed to act!

And Dick Grayson? Best Omega you'll EVER meet! Strong and caring, remembers your name even if you're not important. Was ROBIN. Protects his city and started the Titans! So cool!

But Tim likes Jason the most. Even if he CAN be a growly little Alpha scenthead at times. Cause he CARES. About everyone. Doesn't get wrapped up in presentations and what he's "supposed" to care about or do.

But then Batman's in his rutt. Tim knows, cause Batwoman's taken over, but instead of staying in a guarding the Manor... Jason's sneaking out? Tim knows there's been tension. But how has it gotten THIS BAD?!

He may not be pack... but he cares. A LOT. So he decides to stop him!

And Jason? His quest to find his Mom is completely derailed when he gets body slammed by history's gangliest Pup. Dear FUCK, does no one FEED this kid!? Why is he in Jason's yard?! Ow! Stop scratching!

He THINKS the kid might be trying to growl, but it frankly sounds ridiculous. All crackly and hesitant. It takes him forever to recognize the squirming little monster as his neighbors kid. Okay. He adjusts. Drop the kid off, THEN find his mom.

Except no, the kid is refusing to unlatch. Fucking BIT his shirt with all his little puppy strength and won't let go. Are you KIDDING him?

And the longer it takes to struggle free? The more his nose catches up with him.

The house... smells weird. He can't quite place it. It's like something SHOULD be there, but isn't.

He stills when it finally sinks in. Barely any scent but the Pups. And no Alpha or Omega scent AT ALL. The fuck? He stops fighting the kid. Drags him closer. Tim squeaks but let's himself be manhandled. And...

Nothing.

Kid smells like a pup that's DEFINITELY gonna be a Beta, from the way it mixes so strongly as an undertone, but? No adult scents are anything close to recent. They're barely even THERE. And Alpha scents? Non-existent. Same with Omegas.

Sure, there's some on his clothes, but that's just "he sat near some". Not scented. The fuck? In a big ol house like this??

It pisses Jason off.

What, is the kid not GOOD enough? USEFUL enough? They didn't get some bartering chip Omega or perfect heir Alpha, so fuck um? Did the kid ALSO get accused of some shit he didn't do? Maybe get blamed for turning out Beta, like he had any fuckin CHOICE in the matter?

Do they think they can just toss the kid aside? Leave him waiting for scraps of affection whenever THEY decide he's finally Good Enough again? Fuck um. They don't NEED adults like that! Jason can be the kid's pack! He's an Alpha! Planning to go look for his mom. They'll have a NEW pack!

And Tim? Veeeery close to Smells Good and Robin Being Persuasive(tm). Common sense has left the building. Okay! Tim is On Board with this likely fatal plan! Please keep hugging him. Rub scent aaaaall over his face.

Thankfully? Bruce has coworkers(friends) who care. And are aliens. Immune to the whole "scent" thing. Clark brought over some water and food for his buddy. Rutts are tough. And oh? Is that a note? Better bring it to Alfr-..!!!!?!?!?

They get caught by a VERY alarmed Superman.

It's quite stressful. Tim presents a month early. Now every body STINKY and his skin feels weird. Presentation sucks no matter WHO you are. It'll be days before his body calms down. Small problem?

Getting dumped back in the same house as Bruce, getting caught, and then learning the joker POISONED PEOPLE then Blew Up His Mom? Kinda caused a stress Rutt. And Jason is extra super clingy ON TOP of everything else.

He's upset. ANGRY. And the ONLY thing that DOESNT make him upset and angry? Timmy. Who is warm and soft and feels good to rub against. Who smells nice. Not, like, Omega nice... but NICE. Soothing. He can wrap his arms around him, bury his face against his neck, and just? Grind against that warm body until it gets too good. And he spills all sticky and slick.

Gets his scent spread even MORE all over him.

But... but where's HIS scent? They gotta smell like each other. And Timber's skin is so sensitive right now. Rubbing too much hurts. He can't get enough to cover himself. And it's not like he has a dick Jason can rub against, like HE rubbed.

Wait.

Jason's never tried it before... but he bets he can make his Tim feel good. But.. those classes and lectures and stuff, said betas aren't exactly? BUILT to handle Alpha bits. Can he even FIT inside Timbers? He doesn't wanna HURT him!

He works a hand down instead. It takes him a bit, to find what he's looking for, but... it's warm. Soft and a little wet. Gets wetter as he rubs. Tim squirming and twitching, his heart rate picking up. Body getting warmer. Scent getting all OVER him. It's even better when he squishs a finger inside.

It's AMAZING in there.

He rubs and rubs, inside and out, until Tim is shaking apart. Bites him n makes him PACK. No take backs.

The adults are furious. Fuck um. It takes Timmy's parents WEEKS to even come back and notice. And Bruce was gonna get rid of him anyway!

Except... except apparently he WASN'T. He just sucks at everything and can't use his words. Dick is apoplectic. Might actually KILL Bruce this time. When he comes back from space and Robin has a baby pack within Bruce's pack because Bruce fucked up so bad, he thought he'd be getting DISOWNED.

And the thing is? They don't notice. Are too busy tearing into each other, threatening lawyers and bodily harm, to notice Jason's little pack and how it operates.

Cause THEY decided they LIKE how they "scent". It feels nice. Beta scent is light. Takes a lot to scent properly. Which is easy if there are a lot of Betas, not so much if it's just Tim. But they "figured it out"! And it feels good.

Jason LOVES exploring Timmy's interesting bits. Tasting and rubbing, working his fingers as deep as he can go, to rub and rub until Tim is tensing up and twitching as he falls apart. It takes a lot of practice, but Tim can take MORE fingers now.

Jason even did some research. There are tools! Well, they're called "toys" but they're tools. Made to help when you can't fit! When your little hole is too small. Jason had to break in after hours to get um, but he DID leave money!

He got all sorts of stuff. It was awesome. Timmy LOVES it. And JASON? He loves watching his Beta's body stretch. Take it for him. Getting looser and looser so it won't hurt. So he'll feel so, SO good for Jason. Get off again and again because he can't help but feel so good.

Jason's gonna take SUCH good care of his pack.

And the adults may not notice the scenting? But Dick DEFINITELY notices Jason's next Rutt. More specifically, how quiet it is. No misery, no complaining, no pressing up against Dick, trying to escape the heat. Just... quietly locked up in his room? Suspicious.

So he goes to check.

And finds him fucking his little Beta. It's a worst case scenario. Oh god. Did he lose control?! He's hurting his-! ...except as his mind catches up to his eyes, no. He's not.

Hips thoughtfully propped up on a pillow, whimpers don't sound pained, and that is clearly a bottle of artificial slick. Jason is pounding into his Beta like it's his sole mission in life. Dragging him back to meet each thrust, HARD. Poor thing is starting to look overwhelmed. Must be the first time he helped someone through a proper heat.

So Dick steps inside, closes the door, and locks it.

Strips. Distracts Jason as he detangles the poor little Beta who's looking positively fucked out. Shhhhh. Come here sweetness.

Letting Jason pant against his skin, as he rutts against his leg, is hardly a hardship. It let's him cuddle the cute little Beta close. Press kisses to his precious, drooling face. He lazily pumps his fingers in and out. Keeping from getting too tight again. He wouldn't want the cute little guy to get hurt.

But... in the end, the curiosity gets the better of him.

After all, he feels so warm around his fingers. Soft and delightful. He's obviously bigger the Jason, he's an older man. He wonders if it'll even fit...

He aligns the little hole over himself, the Beta limp onto of him. And lowers him slowly. Watches with wonder as he gasps and whines.. but TAKES it. His poor little body stretching to the brim. So deep it must border on painful.

Fucking him is AMAZING. Jason crawls up, to hold him. To rutt against his back, face pressed to his shoulder, holding him still. Dick helps, hands holding those little hips, as he pulls back and fucks up into that heat.

Every thrust punchs a little gasp, a whine, a whimper, out of their pretty little Beta. He takes it so WELL. Legs shaking. Inner thighs drenched. But no where to run. For the first time in YEARS, Dick let's himself cum deep inside someone. It's so GOOD. Gushing, frothing, and wet. He let's himself drift.

They barely remember to keep hydrated. Fed. If Dick didn't have access to after-heat care, Tim would undoubtedly be pregnant.

Of course, Tim is training to be the "man in the chair" like Oracle. Is over constantly. And Tim's parents? Still take their ill fated trip. The quiet hostilities screech to a halt. Bruce does all he can. But... well. He never wanted to "win" like this. He takes Tim in.

And in short order... notices how unusually CLOSE his sons are to the young Beta.

The Beta who smells like Pack but not HIS pack. Hmmm. Fixable. He starts scenting the boy. But can't shake the feeling he's missing something. But... life distracts. Cases pop up. At least his sons are getting along, right?

But then? He needs Jason for a case. The day is not a special one, just inevitable. He goes looking. Finds Jason with a tied up Tim. Bullet vibe tormenting his poor little clit. Working a knotting dildo into the boys poor, sensitive, body. It's just slightly smaller then he is.

Jason doesn't notice him. Is too focused. Tim's whimpering, straining, but Jason's relentless in working it in. Telling him he's gonna be good for him. Take his knot. Keep it in him till he's all stretched out. How he bets after this, Tim can take BIGGER. The knot is slowly sliding in until... pop! In it goes. Tim gushes and comes apart.

Not Natural behavior. You have to train yourself to cum like that, just from getting knotted. ESPECIALLY a Beta. It's a distant thought as Bruce quietly backs away. Before he can be noticed.

But now? The thoughts won't LEAVE. He notices know. The days when Tim's gait is stiff. What he now knows that MEANS. What's inside him. Can't help but wonder about the other days. Is he empty then? Left craving? Or does he have something else to...

No. Do not. It's inappropriate.

But he can't stop. And the gods must hate him, because his rutt hits full force when it's just the two of them in the Manor. He barely remembers getting naked. Hunting him down.

He's full today.

He kisses like he's devouring the little Beta. Licks and sucks, all but rips the clothes from him. The boy's startled but not opposed. Is embarrassed to be caught full. It stretches him so gloriously. Bruce makes him SQUEEL with his mouth. Fucks him with his hidden companion until he's wet and ready. Then it's out and he's plunging in deep.

He shudders.

So good. A wet little vice, dispite all the stretching. Fucking him up and down his cock like a toy, he enjoys the feel of it. Before lifting them both. Heading for his room. Bouncing the boy on his cock the entire way.

He loses count of how many times he knots him. He takes it so WELL. Even when he's overflowing. Whining and exhausted. He goes to sleep buried deep. Wakes up already rocking. Soon fucking desperately again and again.

The house stinks of them. Jason is not amused. Dick is HIGHLY amused. Tim is unconscious from exhaustion again and won't be walking for at least a week. The Pack is united.

......you know... until Talia decides its finally time to inform Bruce HE HAD A SON.

-🐼

!!!!!!!!!! tim being the perfect little packmember!!! doing such a good job of taking them, better than any omega they ever had and without all those headache-inducing pheromones because some omegas overdid it !!! tim being a nice little beta who trains to take their cocks so well!!

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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Dune Frank Herbert

“Dune" is, without exaggeration, an era, a magnitude in literature that is difficult to overestimate. A science fiction saga, with elements of the novel of chronicles and adulthood, space opera and dystopia, metaphorical narrative full of philosophy and mysticism.

The first trilogy of the classic cycle is full of the life and life of a free people, the planetary ecosystem including the giant worms, echoes of courtly strife, the structure of organizations equally ruling the Known Universe but also dependent on the spice that is produced only on Arrakis.

High and intense text full of concentrated substrate based on religion, politics, ecology, legal and cultural issues, immediate survival, while learning about the future.

The plot is fascinating, like standing in the center of a huge temple complex in Kornak, where the desert wind brings the essence of plans within plans.

Compared to the TV series and screen adaptations, the book predetermines the accents in relation to the characters, making them full and vivid, clear in plot twists, meeting the author's intent and the logic of behavior under given conditionsThe story itself I really liked, probably partly because I generally love fiction and somehow have not read something interesting and non-anal of this genre for a long time. A lot of fiction books are based on Christianity, and this is the first book in my memory that is based on Islam.

I also like the way Frank Herbert describes the characters' looks - almost without details, leaving room for imagination. The story is not long, lively enough and colorful enough, and I have experienced this forgotten feeling again and again, when I want to return to the book to find out what is going on.One of the main themes is the opposition between the houses of Atreides and Harkonnen. In these quotes, a clear example of the difference between the houses: the Atreides pay love for loyalty, while the Harkonnens gain submission through hatred. 'How much he talks! - Hawat thought. - This is not Duke Leto, who could speak to me with a wave of the hand, a movement of the eyebrow. What a carcass! The author (maybe the translation) shows Vladimir Harkonnen as a huge carcass, which has accumulated large reserves of precious water. This is the main peculiarity of the desert Arrakis. Arrakis. A desert planet, also known as Dune. There, under the scorching sun, there float huge worms on the sand, from which it is impossible to hide. There’s a free folk out there - Fremen with blue-tinted eyes that cover even squirrels. And, most importantly, Arrakis - the only place where the spice is extracted. Spice or melange - the most important wealth in the universe. If water is commonplace on Kaladan... here, in the desert conditions, its value is high. To show your respect, love, loyalty, you must share water. Whether it's spitting or mourning the dead. One of my favorite characters is the planetologist Kynes, who dreamed of turning the desert into an oasis. His father managed to plant and implement this idea among the Freemen, and his son continued his work ... Freemen are a hardened people of the desert with their own philosophy and way of life...they were told that the work of greening Arrakis is labor-intensive and the results can be fully appreciated only by the eighth generation. Not only that, but the Freemen and the Kynes did not abandon it, but passed it on from generation to generation. Valuable and very much appreciated. Chani is a great representative of the Freemen. Honestly, I didn't really understand why Jessica didn't think she was a good match for her son, even though she thought she was a worthy representative of the Bine Gesaerit school. Chani is wise, intelligent and loving to Paul. She is such a reliable and strong support for him.In general, the novel is a very interesting story, competently combining social problems, political peripetias, religious ascents, life philosophy, many multi-layered mysteries, and I think, even some meditation.And all this cornucopia is doused in beautiful, smooth, syllable with detailed, distinctive style descriptions that include perfectly developed characters. I wholeheartedly recommend the novel, I don't know if I'll be able to experience all six books, but I'm now serious about part two. For anyone interested, I recommend that you be patient and take your time with this story, getting to know it at your own pace.

#aesthetic #light academia #romantic academia #academia aesthetic #chaotic academia #classic academia #dark academia #dead poets society #book review #donna tartt #dune movie #dune #dune books #reading #books #book history #fantasy

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Velvet Crowbar | Pt. 4

pairing/s: rockstar!wooyoung x fem!couturier

genre/s: fluff, angst, au

synopsis: y/n's wedding turns into a televised public lynching, which almost costs her her career.

content: 1995/2001. closure, public humiliation, reconciliation, pregnancy.

word count: 3.9k

navigation: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

masterlist here

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ selena // dreaming of you

"I know you're all very busy people, so I'll keep it brief; I'll be stepping down as the CEO of Archibald Scott. Effective immediately." Y/N spoke sternly.

There were protests coming from all the board members. Taken aback by this announcement.

"The runway show was a massive success, your line just put the organization on the map. Why the sudden departure?" a board member, Mrs. Phelps queried.

"In a few weeks, there are personal matters that are going to come into light. And I'd prefer to handle them as an individual entity, and not as the corporation's figurehead."

[ . . . ]

With Wooyoung's advice, Y/N made her deadline. The launch of her new junior line, inspired by her youth, was a success. Every publication was singing her praises after the runway show. Introducing an alternative-inspired look in haute couture was a career-defining risk, one that shot her to exospheric heights. Archibald Scott was officially in the big leagues, challenging heavyweight houses.

Everything fell into place.

The wedding day had finally arrived, and it could not be any more perfect. The big day was held at a massive cathedral with gothic architecture. As non-religious Y/N was, it was what she had envisioned. The press was already set up in the church, cameras at all angles to capture every moment. The union of a fashion titan and a rugby icon was highly anticipated. It was going to be broadcast live.

Donning a silk-chiffon fit-and-flare dress, with a square neckline and a train in the back, the dress was topped off with a bow in the back. Paired with opera gloves, diamond studs and a tennis necklace. White stilettos and a lace veil that stretched down to her elbows, to tie the ensemble together.

Taking in her own image, she could not believe how far she had come. She stood in front of the mirror, studying herself. It was time to tie the knot and move on to the next chapter of her life. Murphy held her hand, catching her eyes in the mirror, and gave her a proud smile.

"You really deserve this." Murphy embraced her.

"You think so?" Y/N asked.

Murphy nodded. "Definitely. I've waited for this day since we were eight."

She started pacing in the room, her heartbeat picking up speed. She couldn't help the pit in her stomach, something was off. Every muscle in her body felt tight. She took off her gloves, throwing them on the couch. Fanning herself, as she begun to feel heated.

"Is it hot in here?" she fanned harder. "Or am I just nervous?"

Her friends exchanged worried glances.

Rosanne stopped her in her tracks, grabbing her shoulders. "Relax, breathe." she pressed her hand against Y/N's chest. "I have Xanax... if you want it."

"Why do you have Xanax, aren't you breastfeeding?" Caroline gave Rosanne a confused look.

Murphy led Y/N to the couch, sitting her down. She covered her with a thick blanket before giving her a half-glass of red wine. Before making her way out of the room, Murphy spoke.

"There's something I need to do, but I'll be back before you have to walk."

[ . . . ]

As Murphy made her way down the spiraling staircase, dress in hand to keep from tripping, she half-jogged back to Y/N's room. Her heels clinking against the cobblestone. She reached the entrance where Caroline and Rosanne stood. Their eyes wide in disbelief and at a loss for words.

"Is she... Is she still... nervous?" Murphy spoke as she tried to catch her breath between words.

Rosanne and Caroline nodded as they stepped away from the door. Murphy opened the door, head peeking in. Y/N stood by the window, humming a tune. She turned to see Murphy looking at her.

"It's easier to ask for your forgiveness than permission." Murphy spoke in a hushed tone. "I would hate myself if I didn't facilitate a dialogue between you two, before taking the biggest plunge of your life."

Murphy stepped in as she opened the door a bit more. Wooyoung came in, a look of worry painted across his face. Donning a black tuxedo and white button-up shirt, with black oxfords and his hair neatly parted down the middle. He approached Y/N until they stood merely inches away. Murphy left the room. They stood in absolute silence for a few seconds, just staring at each other.

"Murphy said you wanted to talk." he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"Tell me that I'm making a big mistake, that I'm making excuses to stay away from you."

Taken aback, he ruminated on his words. He looked back at everything that led them to this very moment. This was the moment he had waited for. 12 years. His second chance. He decided to take that moment to prove that he had truly matured in that time. It was his defining "adult" act.

"A part of me is happy you said that but..." he hung his head, defeated. "I think it's time our chapter came to an end."

Wide-eyed, she looked up at him. These were not the words she wanted to hear. She wanted a reason to walk out that door, to leave Brady. Convinced that it was a promise that had to be fulfilled, more than ever, she was willing to turn her back. Wooyoung's return sparked a light that had dimmed in 1983.

"I know it's not what you wanna hear but Bradford's been there for you for the past nine years. That's longer than our three months." he took her hands and smiled. "I made you the worst version of yourself and–"

She shook her head disapprovingly. "No, you didn't. Had you not signed me up for art classes, I'd be stuck in a dead-end job I hate."

A stray tear came down his cheek, smiling at her words. He'd never admitted how he made her life hell, and he was oblivious to it too. The time between their reunion and her wedding day, reflecting on their past made him ashamed of the darkness he had brought into her life. Hearing her words, it was only then he saw the positive influence he'd enacted on her.

And that's exactly how he wanted their story to conclude.

"You pushed me to be who I am today. A part of why I started Bloodhound was to prove I was right for you." he gently squeezed her hands. "But ultimately, eighteen year old girls should be having the time of their lives. Not getting pregnant, not getting abortions, not running away from home, not dealing with exes who OD. You were way too young for the shit I got you into."

His words weighed heavy on her heart. All he had to do was tell her to call everything off. His constant remarking of their youth was only adding on to her growing regret.

"But you did give me one hell of a time, even if it was three months." she broke into a sob. "I had not been that happy since before my dad..."

"Bradford is the kind of husband you deserve because he's never put you through what I did. You are my first and only love. I'll never love another girl the way I do you, you've set the bar too high. But Bradford? He's surpassed me. I sought you out to try and change your mind, but that would only prove what all the Kialecombe parents said about me." he cocooned her in his arms. "Give Bradford a chance to prove himself. You gave me one when you shouldn't have. It's time I let you go."

He cupped her face. "I want you to have a simple life with simple love, not the destructive all-consuming thing we had, okay?"

She cried even more, shaking her head. She grabbed his wrists and looked at him, glossy-eyed and wet lashes. "Woo, please don't..."

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, Woo."

They shared a deep, passionate kiss. One they had not shared in over a decade. That was it for them. That ship had finally sailed, a new page had been turned. A bitter end to something that started off so sweet, and only soured with time. Wooyoung felt a weight had been lifted off his shoulder, owning up to his wrongs how he should have in the past.

Y/N experienced a devastating second heartbreak, by the same man yet again.

Wooyoung left the room and immediately, her friends hurried in. Murphy was the first to get to her. She apologised profusely, explaining that she felt Brady was not the one. Admitting that Wooyoung's association with Seonghwa was the reason she condemned their relationship, she had grown to understand why Y/N gravitated towards him.

Wooyoung truly loved her for who she was and all she could be.

Brady loved what she could do for him.

[ . . . ]

Her arm was looped around Mrs. Scott's, with violet and blue–gradient hydrangeas in hand. They stood behind the doors, awaiting their cue to walk. Silence befell the cathedral. The giant bell outside the church tolled four times, catching the attention of passer-bys. All those in attendance stood and faced the doors. A violin rendition of Dreaming of You began playing.

They waited a while longer before the doors opened. Gathering every breath she could, Y/N was very wound up. A gutless wonder who couldn't call the wedding off. Instead, she chose to persist until the very end. Whether that end came in the form of a dissolution, hopefully initiated by Brady, or death.

The singer was enchanting, the choir harmonizing her lines only added to the ethereal ambience in the church. Everyone's eyes were glued to Y/N as Mrs. Scott accompanied her. Cameramen recording as photographers snapped away. A quick glance to her left, Wooyoung was seated at the very back of the church. He gave her a tight–lipped smile, she responded with nothing.

Y/N and Brady stood before the priest. A great deal of time was spent listening to Father Sykes speak on Bible extracts. Eventually came the time for those who opposed their union, to speak. Y/N prayed, begged, for Wooyoung to protest. He remained true to his word, he set her free. Regret crept into her mind.

"I do." Brady vowed.

"Y/N Lilith Scott, do you take Bradford Keith Halliwell, to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love and honor him, comfort and keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" Father Sykes recited.

Her mouth felt extremely dry. The words caught in her throat. She tried mustering up all her courage to vow. Brady looked to the back of the church. The straw that broke the camel's back. He was hoping this would happen. Not having seen him before the service begun, he spotted Wooyoung making his exit. As Y/N opened her mouth to pledge her loyalty, Brady intercepted.

"Wedding's over." he deadpanned into the microphone, his voice carrying all over the church's architecture.

"What?" she said, eyes wide.

Confused as ever, she watched as Brady descended the stage and trudged to the door. She trailed behind him, trying to match his pace. Murmurs from the guests materialised. The camera crew and photographers followed them outside the cathedral. She grabbed his wrist to slow him down and he pulled it back. They stopped in the middle of the street.

"Talk to me, what's wrong?" she probed. "Are you having cold feet? What is it?"

"You know, I hoped you'd outgrow your childish infatuation with Wooyoung but you haven't." he seethed. "How much more does he have to hurt you before you get it through your thick skull?"

People started circling around them, curious as to what was happening. The cameras still capturing everything. Wooyoung, who was a few feet away from the cathedral, turned to see a whole commotion. He ran back the opposite direction, cutting through the thick crowd. He stood beside Y/N.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's one thing for you to meet him behind my back, I would've turned a blind eye." his tone laced with repulsion. "But to bring him to our wedding? Is that how little respect you have for me?"

Brady pulled out photos from inside his jacket, each one with Y/N and Wooyoung kissing in front of her car, outside the office building. She looked at the photos, horrified. Unaware that her every move was being captured. Her eyes welled up, tears running down her face. She handed the photos to Wooyoung.

"'He doesn't fuck you this good, does he?'" he parroted Wooyoung's words. "I came to your office to keep you company, then I heard you two fucking like rabbits."

She bowed her head and whispered, "Stop."

Wooyoung put the photos in his jacket's inner pocket. Y/N stood there in silence, taking in his every word. This was not the way she hoped their relationship would end. Nothing could ever measure up to the humiliation she felt. She wished the earth would just swallow her. Too frozen to utter a word, there was no excuse good enough to justify her philandering. Her wrongdoings were caught on camera.

People watched from their homes.

Her friends sped to her side. Murphy attempted stop the camera crew from recording, failing dismally. She started getting aggressive with the media personnel, frustrated that they wouldn't stop. Caroline and Rosanne were trying to calm her down as she begun silently weeping.

"Ease up on her, it wasn't her fault!" Wooyoung shoved Brady in the chest.

Hand over her heaving chest. "Please just stop." she whispered again whilst sobbing, chest tightening as a panic attack ensued shortly after.

"Of course you'd defend her! Weren't you fucking other girls after she got her abo–"

Wooyoung landed a clean hit on Brady's jaw. He grabbed his collar and a succession of near-fatal blows followed. Nobody outside of Kialecombe knew about that part of their history. Brady knew and to even mention it was sickening. Wooyoung was determined to make sure that piece of information never saw the light of day.

Brady's groomsmen managed to separate them. His face was bloodied, eyebrow and lip cut. Wooyoung escaped their hold and lunged forward, landing a last hit before getting restrained again. As he looked around for Y/N, he found that she had disappeared during the commotion, along with her friends.

Two weeks had passed since that public lynching called a wedding. Brady stayed at a hotel for the time being, while Y/N was huddled in their penthouse. With the bad press surrounding her, stepping down as the CEO of Archibald Scott beforehand was the best call of action to protect her brand's reputation.

Wooyoung had tried to contact her, visit her, but guards of her residential building would not let him in. Bloodhound's tour resumed, with Blue Coast being the first stop. He had accepted that there was nothing he could do, seeing that he put her in this position.

Y/N sat the dinner table while Brady packed up the rest of his belongings. He entered the living room with the last of his suitcases, and breezed right past. She stood from the chair and 5 feet away from Brady, her hands pocketed in her sweatpants.

"I must say, your little stunt was eye-opening." she said, matter-of-factly.

"Discovered your humiliation kink?" Brady snarled.

"No, no." she shook her head. "I've gotten soft since I left Kialecombe, yeah."

"What are you droning on about?"

"I never used to cared what people thought of me. I just... did whatever." she spoke monotonously. "And then you came along... If we had it your way, we would've never made it to that cathedral. You wanted us to achieve our goals first then get married. What did you say, you wanted to become captain of the national rugby team?"

"What's your point?" he deadpanned.

"You may have led the team to their '91 win but even then, Magnus scored the winning goal. Here's the kicker;" she chuckled maniacally. "the team needed a sponsor for the world cup and on the condition that they grant you captaincy, I'd give them capital. Magnus was first pick for captain."

She pointed to the television, which was turned on to the news. The man stared intently into the camera, delivering the biggest news of the day.

"Cheated on and cheated his way to the top. This just in, White Lotus captain Bradford Halliwell allegedly bought his captaincy in the team. In a press conference held by the Rugby Union, board member Vernon Hemingway revealed that White Lotus received sponsorship from fashion label, Archibald Scott, on the condition that Halliwell was granted captaincy. This was confirmed by the board of Archibald Scott, and its former CEO Y/N Scott." a clip of the conference played and an interview of Y/N. "The Rugby Union is currently discussing Halliwell's future in the league."

Her lips took form of a shit-eating grin, satisfied with herself. She stood there, watching anger materialise on his face. The energy he put into the universe had made a complete 360. She loved getting her hands dirty and watching his life fall apart before his eyes.

"You should be getting a call from the Union soon, and believe me, it's not looking good for you. Your team is gonna shun you, they're gonna blackball you from the league and Magnus?" she pulled her face. "Short man with a short fuse... He's gonna be on a warpath after that broadcast."

Brady grabbed her shoulders and shook her violently as he looked her in the eye. "Why would you do this to me?" he yelled from the top of his voice. "You cheated on me! I was getting my payback!"

The security guards rushed to Y/N's side and separated the two. The dragged him to the elevator, as they waited for it to come. Brady squirmed in their hold but nothing, they would not budge.

"You humiliated me in front of the whole world. Could've asked Pari to bury the story but you wanted more." she bit back.

A look of surprise spread across his face, realising that Pari sold him out to save herself. Pari spoke to Y/N before the wedding, and came clean about everything from the pictures to Brady's plan to publicly out her. With how far Y/N's influence stretched, it was wise not to cross her.

"Yeah, Pari told me everything. When you told her about your stupid plan, she came to me."

She walked over to the dinner table and sat down, leg crossed over the other.

"I didn’t think you'd actually go ahead with it. That's on me but I commend your bravery, albeit, stupid." she crossed her arms over her chest. "I could've been kicked out of my own company had I not stepped down beforehand. You act like you're better than Woo, but you're worse. He actually owns up to being a jackass. Consider this our final act as a couple."

[ . . . ]

Wooyoung practiced his riffs on the couch. The show was minutes away from starting. All he had on his mind was this tour. He tried to fix the mess he made but Y/N wouldn't let him. He took his loss and decided to push forward with life. It was the only way to go.

The stage manager came into the room.

"You've got a visitor." he announced.

Wooyoung absentmindedly waved him off. "No groupies. Tell them to go."

"That's worse than the time you called me a poser."

He turned around and came face-to-face with Y/N, who wore a toothy smile on her face. She didn't look like someone who had her reputation marred. He couldn't help the look on his face when she stood before him, wearing the same outfit she wore on their first date. Only the Judas Priest shirt was replaced by Bloodhound.

"You were right, mall-maggots don't know anything about fun." she nodded with a grin on her face.

"What are you doing here?"

"Brady was never the better man." she held his hands. "We were kids back then doing kids' stuff. And we held ourselves to a ridiculously high standard. Let's ease up a bit and see how far we can go."

He went in for a deep kiss, savoring the feel of his victory. He finally got his girl back. It was all he ever wanted. This was all that mattered to him in the past 12 years.

"I'm gonna give you the life I promised you." he sighed. "But what do you give a woman who already has everything?"

"I've got some ideas..."

E P I L O G U E

Autumn was at its very peak, all the leaves and grass had browned. Skies mildly grey with a slight breeze. It was almost time for Y/N and Wooyoung to leave the cemetery, as they had another social obligation scheduled. As they walked, you could here the dead leaves crinkling and crunching beneath their weight. Y/N deposited a bouquet of white roses in a vase, right beside her father’s gravestone.

She headed over to the other side of the cemetery to meet with Wooyoung. They stood in front of another gravestone in silence, hand-in-hand. Every year on the same month for the past six years, it had become a regular habit for them to take a trip back to Kialecombe to pay a visit to their past. Acknowledging their mistakes was one of the few things that helped solidify their marriage.

"Who's Jung, isn't that our name?" their 6-year old daughter, Willa asked innocently.

"It is, my love." Y/N stroked her daughter's hair. "But it's also their name."

"You used to have an older sibling, would've been 17 now, but..." Wooyoung's head hung low as he recalled that fateful day.

Wooyoung crouched to the floor, careful to not drop Willa in the process. He put down the bouquet of gardenias beside the gravestone and stood back up.

"When you're older we'll tell you all about it." Y/N planted a kiss on Willa's cheek. "We should get going."

The lot made their way out of the cemetery and into the car. It was a fairly short drive from the cemetery to Mrs. Scott's residence. They knocked twice before Mr. Hardwick answered the door. Mrs. Scott eventually remarried upon meeting William during a trip. In this union, Y/N gained a stepsister named Maria.

As they entered the house, the smell of food invaded their noses. Willa disappeared as soon as she saw her cousin, Maria's daughter. The adults exchanged greetings before heading in different directions, with the men barbecuing outside and the women socialising in the kitchen.

"Motherhood really is your second calling to fashion." Maria spoke as she playfully nudged Y/N's shoulder. "Do you ever miss your job though?"

Y/N shook her head. "I stepped down because of that stupid scandal but I stayed off because my priorities changed. Willa's hyperactive but she makes it worthwhile." she shrugged. "Plus, I still hold majority share anyway."

"And what about Wooyoung?"

"He purposely goes on tour during school holidays so Willa can tag along. She even plays guitar on stage with him sometimes." she smiled to herself. "It feels like I birthed a younger him, but with my face."

Mrs. Scott took off her oven mittens, looking at Y/N, she said, "It sounds like Wooyoung is very hands-on." Mrs. Scott gently pressed on her daughter's stomach. "Does he know he's expecting another bandmate?"

#ateez #jung wooyoung #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung angst #roguehongsami

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clandestine-j · 1 month

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okay, still can't access my interview tumblr so I'mma say it here, due to some things I've seen in the tag.

Lets go!

Now, one post I saw, talked about how fans (mainly Louis fans) wanted to pretend like the show runners and etc, didn't say they would revisit ep 5. And while that might be true, I'm not one of them. I'll be honest on my feelings about it.

If they change it, I think it's a bull-shit cop out and I've be heavily disappointed with interview if they went that route. Why? Because I'm tired of black people and poc being made liars and etc! Oh, it's not about race you say? YES IT IS. IT'S ALWAYS BEEN ABOUT RACE IN THE AMC. THEY MENTION IT, THEY MAKE A POINT TO MENTION.

I have consumed enough media about black people and black men being made lairs. I have consumed enough media of black women being maligned.

SICK OF IT.

That's one half of it. The only half, is the main reason why I stopped reading the book series. I wasn't a Lestat fan. In fact, the Lestat I cared about seeing grow and etc, was dropped in favor of making him this perfect godly man at the expense of dropping Louis.

And that brings me to Lestat fans. I want the drop to be real because I'm sick of Lestat discounting everything that Louis says, by calling him a liar. That is why I did not continue the book series. Because anything bad Lestat does, can be excused with, well, Louis is lying. It's lazy story telling to me. But mainly.

The drop was the only time I saw Lestat fans (and more so speaking of the show) have to accept and talk about what Lestat did. I'll be honest, I didn't need the drop to feel some type of way about Lestat. I felt that every single time, he dismissed what his partner, A BLACK MAN FELT. Lestat violence was clear to me and made me feel a way, when he was completely READY to make his BLACK husband, be his VALET, so he could see an opera.

Do you know how fucked up that is? Do you not understand that I'd would've left the relationship in a heartbeat? Like why would you put your partner through that? Like fucking hell. That's what was hurtful.

And while Lestat will do long discourse about how Claudia or Louis is the issue, there, weren't, long detailed post about how that was fucked of Lestat to do. The causal racism that Lestat is willing to benefit from and be apart of, no deep thoughts on that.

There should've been essay's on essay's on how telling your black partner that you want him to be your fucking valet to a racist opera house to make YOU happy. When Louis expressed his feelings for Lestat and Lestat laughs? Oh, he's so cute and funny. But this is a character people call emotional closed off (Louis), opening himself up and GETTING LAUGHED AT. But then Louis will get picked at by fans for never saying I love you.

He opened himself to asking his partner if he's good enough and he gets laughed at. Everyone will talk about the 'of course' Lestat says when he's lying to himself but not the minute before, when he laughed in his husbands face. And do ya'll know how hard is for a black man to open himself up like that? Only to be laughed at. Or the non-discriminating scene, no long post about how it's been years but Lestat still doesn't CARE to understand the racism and nastiness that Louis is going through. He just doesn't care. And that is violence to me.

So, I always knew that they would revisit ep 5 but I still think it's a bullshit cop out to change it.

I'm the biggest bo bo the fool bc I still ship it. But I don't need to make excuses to do so. I still love the fucking toxic mess but the fans...it's always the fans.

#amc iwtv #iwtv #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #if i can get my blog bag #i'll reblog some thoughts from there #but i said what i said #i don't enjoy a fandom where i have to constantly encounter lestat fans saying #louis is a liar #therefor dismissing his experience and i blame that on ann #anne #but it'd be nice if this fandom #lestat fans #engaged with his playing into racism #as much as they do about how wrong louis and claudia are

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dwreader · 9 months

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one of the few good faith questions about s1 gender roles is why louis is only paralleled with white women. why does the show make him iolanta, melisande, nora helmer, etc and not claire kendry or janie crawford, characters who also appear in literature from the show's time period. why is he reading flaubert, colette, edward carpenter and not claude mckay or nella larsen who actually writes a lot about interractial relationships. on one hand the showrunner is white and maybe those are the texts he feels most comfortable with, but there are more than a few black creatives working on the show who are contributing in significant ways.

first of all, characters like iolanta, stella kowalski and nora helmer do not need to be white. they are white in their original forms because the writers were white and sometimes based them on real people. tenessee williams always wanted to have streetcar performed by diverse casts even though he based the characters partly on people in his own family. many productions now have non-white actresses in these roles (assad zaman was in one of these productions of a doll's house). also we can safely say lestat assigns melisande to louis because that's the kind of shit he's into (french opera based on a belgian story) and he's not really well read.

beyond that though, to me the reason louis is paralleled with white women is because he's married to a white man in 1910 louisiana where not only was interracial marriage illegal but homosexual relations and even interractial cohabitation were banned. but because of lestat's power, money and their vampire powers, these roles don't really apply to them. people who were in interracial or homosexual relationships in the 1910s had very different struggles and conflicts from loustat, like most of them could barely step outside without worrying about their safety. they certainly wouldn't be parading around society together all the time while even the politicians and authorities know about their relationship. so how do you make sense of your marriage if its very existence is anachronistic?? who's writing about your experiences if your experience is such an outlier in your society literally due to supernatural forces? there's no shortage of black literature in this time period (which overlaps with the harlem renaissance!) but being married to a white man is quite fundamentally different to being married to a non-white man especially in early 20th century. a white man has complete control over his dominion which includes the home and the outside world. a non-white man may have control over his home but the minute he steps out the door he's at the mercy of white men, he could be killed for simply looking at someone the wrong way, which makes non-white men impossible to relate to lestat. and who was allowed to be married to white men in those days? white women.

and ultimately louis is nora because the conflict of needing to escape an overbearing husband was something allowed only to white women in literature/theater. the reason we find so many parallels between louis and white female characters like belle even now is because his role in this story is largely reserved for white women and this has clearly ruffled a lot of feathers because its unfamiliar. i'll be curious to see what the show does as time moves forward but for season 1 it's very clear to me why the show chose these specific intertextual references.

#the loumand dynamic in s2 intrigues so much for this reason #cause we are moving into a lot more liberated territory #for louis who is so well read especially how does he relate his story to the stories he's read #iwtv

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randomnameless · 3 months

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So because of Leopold's support and the shadow assassinations by the Agarthans and Humbert , it would be irrealistic to have a civil war happen early on (as in it start during the first year of the war) despite how Edelgard's extended lmanifesto (not just the church part) screw over the nobility while at the same time screwing the church that, unlike the nobles, the civilians of Adrestia seem to somewhat give a shit about?

At least if the intent when writing a fanfic is to respect the lore/world building of Canon?

We don't see enough Adrestian civilians to even know what they think about, we heard about "missing" church people in Adrestia, but nothing about the commoners - we only hear in passing iirc Ashe talking about starvation because of the war, but idk if he's talking in general or about Adrestia.

Ferdie'n'Lysithea's paralogue tells us the randoms in Hrym and being bled dry under Ludwig's name (when he's actually framed by Thales!), and even if the game tries to avoid this topic like the plague, I still wonder where all those "war assets" are coming from, especially since the "people working" on those projects didn't hesitate a second to use Adrestians as guinea pigs (iirc Remire is in Adrestia!).

So Hubert's secret police + starvation + whatever is happening thanks to Agarthans riling people up like what happens in Hrym + Leopold being in charge of the army (that is made up of people from other places than just, Bergliez) + Hubert being Hubert, aka willingly take people hostage or threaten them to make their families comply + Supreme Leader (I mean Hubert) jailing/rekting "corrupt" nobles in the first days of her ascension to the throne...

Nopes apparently says Enbarr's people are pretty happy about the war, because they're revanchists and are hell removed from the frontlines - but what about the rest of Adrestia?

I once compared the coronation scene in CF to a coup (because Billy and Supreme Leader are accompanied by soldiers) but it would sort of match, Supreme Leader gets total control of the army through Bergliez's lust of power/conquest, control over the finances because Linhardt's dad is just like that I guess, Hubert oversees everything and, at least in FE16, Arundel still sides with her.

Aegir was neutralised, Vestra Sr was put in a trashcan, and Varley is either reduced to a puppet or to House arrest.

There are no powers left to oppose her in Adrestia, and if commoners somehow managed to rebel, they would have to deal with their very own national army, secret police and random Agarthans... on top of finding enough food to eat to survive while the ressources are given to the frontlines.

But in a way, everything I'm just saying bar the canon facts of :

having Leopold and the Army + Waldemar and the money

Hubert doing Hubert things

opposing big name nobles being swiftly deposed/neutralised just after her coronation (or before in Nopes!)

food shortages

FE16 wise : Agarthans taxing randoms to death/ Nopes : Agarthans killing people randomly

FWIW, AG where we learn a bit more about Adrestia, and how, apparently, Agarthans and bandits (?) are slaughtering randoms there, but the nobles are too concerned by the Kingdom's assault to protect their people, and would rather see them die than divert troops to, just, have the bandits/agarthans stop creating rivers of blood with the bloods of the people they're supposed to protect.

Everything else is headcanon/AUs/fanfic/however you want to call it.

So bar those points... Adrestia just exists and it's a damn shame, because even Begion managed to get its pseudo civil war between Sanaki and the Senate where commoners/people supported one over the other, but in Adrestia? Bar the BE peeps and a few dads, you have the feeling no one else exists.

FWIW, in the non CF routes, the opera company joins Billy's army iirc, so maybe they're not loyalists? And represent some people who aren't that gung-ho about the war?

i have that random headcanon that in Nopes, Manu and Mittelfrank are used for spying stuff, and actually, through Yuri and Manu herself, give intel about what happens in Enbarr to the CoS while the opera workers try to sabotage as much as they can some stuff in the Imperial Army... but that's just an AU lol

#maelor321 #replies #FE16 #3 nopes #Adrestia stuff #tfw the only nobles we see on Adrestia's side in SB are the ones who completely bought Supreme Leader's rehtoric #thus want to show their merit by uh #doing things that rank up merit during a war where you invade people i guess #I'd just have liked one map or a battalion of Adrestian rebels who join either the CoS or the Kingdom/Alliance because they do not approve #hell maybe if you recruited Ferdie instead of joining you there's a paralogue not in SS where you have to help him as he is #idk... maybe destroying a war asset camp/facility #and the Imperial Army found him out and has order to eliminate him and he must be saved by Billy + Lord ?#anything really #i have at least 3 AUs with Adrestian rebellions lol #from fake pretenders to the throne to zombies #and the Manu résistance network lol

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non-idol!ahn yujin x kim!reader

WARNINGS ; n/a

yujin was pretty sure she had been in love with you since she had met you back in the summer before eighth grade.

she was friends with a lot of older girls when she was younger. most of them babied her like she was their own child, some of them even integrating her into their family due to how often they would see each other because of their activities.

that's how she met you.

you were chaewon's little sister, and it had been the middle of august. she had just gotten back from her soccer practice when chaewon had told her the girls were sleeping over at her house, and that yujin should come despite being 'a literal child who has yet to form thoughts'.

yujin glared at the shorter girl.

still, yujin agreed, not wanting to pass on the opportunity to hang out with her (basically) older sisters (plus wonyoung).

chaewon and yujin had gotten to their house first, and when yujin entered, part of her was sure she had met an angel.

you turned around to hear when the door open, your eyes immediately meeting yujin's. you sent her a curious look. she had been the one on the field that usually got scolded for tripping her members as they walked on. you remembered it clearly.

besides, her face was hard to forget.

"she's my little sister." chaewon pointed at you. "say hi, y/n."

you frowned and shook your head. "no."

chaewon glared at you, turning back to yujin with a smile. "sorry, she's going through puberty."

you scoffed, your eyes tearing away from yujin's as you turned your head to the kitchen.

"mom!" you yelled as loud as you could, your voice echoing throughout the house. "unnie said she wanted me to die!"

"you bit–"

"chaewon!"

"i didn't!" she whined, throwing the soccer ball in her hand at the back of your head. "i seriously hate you."

you stuck your tongue out.

yujin felt herself getting dragged away as her eyes locked onto your figure. she didn't know who you were back then, but she would do everything in her power to get closer to you.

yujin saw you at every single club game the following year.

the shift was noticable. she had found herself becoming more serious on the field, no longer having the playful energy that she once carried. instead, she found herself wanting to be the star of the show, at least for the shows that you watched. even their assistant coach, kwon eunbi, had commended yujin for her drastic change.

still, she didn't talk to you until she found you waiting outside of the changing room in one of their many games during spring break, waiting for chaewon.

she didn't notice you, not until you called out to her.

"oh." she heard from beside her, her heart nearly stopping. "your unnie's friend."

she frowned, upset at the fact that you didn't know her name. "my name's yujin."

"you look young." you observed, looking her up and down. yujin was sure her heart was beating faster than it had ever had. "aren't you prehistoric like unnie?"

her face twitched into a smile. "i was born in 2003."

"you're only a year older than me?" you looked at her, shocked. "why are you hanging out with unnie then? shouldn't you be hanging out with people your age?"

"i don't really have friends my age." she explained, slightly blushing at her confession. "besides, we're on the same team."

"ew." yujin watched as your nose scrunched up. "sports."

the older girl found herself walking towards you. "you don't like sports?"

she stood beside you, leaning on the wall as you looked at her with curious eyes. she brushed her hair out of her face, hoping that she didn't seem to nervous.

yujin was sure that was when you smiled at her for the first time.

"no." you shook your head, your smile still intact as she watched you closely. a light blush dusted your face. "i like acting, like plays on broadway."

"oh." yujin nodded, not really sure what that was. "what's your favourite?"

"i really like hamilton but that's basic." you shrugged, turning to her. "probably phantom of the opera. i really like that one too."

she blinked. "oh."

yujin heard you laugh, and she swore she would do whatever it took to hear it again.

"you should come over and watch it with me sometime." you whispered, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "unnie would be distracted with yena-unnie anyways."

yujin nodded. "okay."

you smiled at her once more. your sister's friends never really cared about your interests, not in the way they cared about chaewon's.

so when yujin had agreed to hang out with you, you had nearly combusted right then and there. you didn't know why, but it made you happy.

you looked at yujin, watching as she took a sip from her green gatorade bottle.

you smiled.

you and yujin had gotten close, closer than the both of you expected.

you had spent the entirety of your junior high experience either in school, sleeping, eating or hanging out with yujin, so much so that the older girl had her own drawer in you room filled with clothes just incase she had stayed there for the night.

at first, chaewon was irritated that you had stolen her friend away from her, but after realizing (i.e. out right telling her) that you saw yujin as more than 'just a friend' she calmed down.

she just went to teasing you.

now, here you were standing at the front of your house, waiting for yujin as chaewon smothered you with hugs.

"look at you." chaewon felt tears in her eyes. "you're in high school now. my baby sister is so old."

you rolled your eyes. sometimes you wondered if she was the one with the professional acting classes.

you pulled away. "shut up, you skeleton."

chaewon glared up at you, crossing her arms over her 'SNU' sweater.

"i'm still older." she threatened, shaking a balled fist in the air. "one strong punch and i'll have you bleeding from your nose like a water fountain."

you leaned your face down at your now shorter sister (by only a single inch!). "can you reach it?"

she scoffed, slapping your shoulder as hard as she could. you patted her head in response.

"y/nnie!" you heard a shout from behind you.

before you could turn around, yujin's arms wrapped around your shoulder. your face turned a bright red as chaewon laughed.

"unnie!" you smiled brightly at her.

"yujin." chaewon smiled at the sophomore. "i expect you to watch over my sister."

yujin nodded, saluting as she heard you laugh beside her. "i will."

"make sure no one goes close to her." chaewon continued.

your eyes widened. "wait–"

yujin nodded, the thought of someone approaching you making her sick to her stomach. "okay."

chaewon glared at the taller girl. "i'm serious."

"guys," you tried to but in. "what about–"

"i am too."

"guys!" you shouted, a frown on your face. "i have a friend there already."

yujin and chaewon turned to you, your sister raising an eyebrow as yujin frowned. she didn't like how she didn't know who you were talking about.

"who?"

"huh yunjin." you replied, not missing your sister's face fall. you glanced at her. "do you know her unnie? she goes to my acting classes."

"the tall blonde one in drama club?" she said nonchalantly. "i know of her."

you looked at her, knowing her uncomfortable face after seeing it multiple times (especially after her break up with choi yena in your seventh grade). she was hiding something, but yujin didn't seem to know either.

"she's a senior." you watched her closely, seeing her eye twitch.

"okay?" chaewon rolled her eyes. "and i haven't met her."

"you will." you smiled, looking between the two. "she's driving me to school for the rest of the year."

"what?"

as if on cue, a revving of an engine could be heard coming up your street. the three of you turned, finding a blonde-haired girl pulling up in what seemed to be a luxurious sports car.

you turned and smiled at yujin, almost as if you were bragging about your friend.

yunjin pulled up to your driveway and rolled down her window, flashing a charming smile as she looked through her shades.

"hey baby!" she called out cheerfully, making yujin frown. she looked beside you, your sister crossing her arms. "kim chaewon?"

chaewon rolled her eyes. "yunjin."

she looked over to you, her smile now a frown. "you didn't tell me she was your sister."

you adjusted your school bag. "i didn't think to."

"okay." yunjin licked her lips. "are you sure she's fine with this?"

yujin rolled her eyes with chaewon. she didn't know why but she didn't like this yunjin girl. she had never heard of her until today, and suddenly she pulls up in a rich sports car calling you 'baby'?

it was a big no for the soccer player.

you shrugged, going around to yunjin's passenger side.

yujin frowned. she knew how people like yunjin could be like when it came to that type of stuff. she's met plenty of older people with cars like were made of money and smiles like diamonds.

yujin felt a nudge on her waist,

"yujin's going with you." chaewon smiled down at yunjin, who frowned in return. the blonde girl nodded and turned to you.

yujin looked at chaewon. "i am?"

"you are." chaewon clenched her jaw, whispering at yujin. "keep an eye on them."

yujin watched as you laughed at one of yunjin's horrible jokes. her eyes hardened. "okay."

she didn't like this huh yunjin.

it turns out that yunjin was a hard person to hate.

throughout the school year, the older girl would not only go out of her way for you, but for yujin as well. she would make sure that the two of you were caught up on your homework and even offered her old notes in case either of you needed it.

yunjin was also on the lookout for potential suitors that came your way. she would scare any single person away that simply looked at you, even threatening to beat up any student that asked you out in front of her.

and as much as yujin appreciated it, she hated it even more.

it was her job to protect you, her job to make sure that you weren't approached by some greasy super senior that made passes on girls that were barely fourteen.

she was supposed to be the knight in shining armor that you fell in love with, not huh yunjin.

at least she knew that you and yunjin weren't dating.

until today on valentines day.

you, yunjin, and yujin were sitting at your usual table, eating as the three of you discussed some topic that none of you really cared about.

but yujin had gotten there late, making her sit across from you and yunjin as the two of you giggled away. yujin swears she even saw yunjin whisper in your ear, making you blush a bright red.

yujin shook her head. that didn't mean anything. you weren't dating huh yunjin, you couldn't be.

suddenly, you felt a presence sit beside you.

you turned around, coming face to face with a familiar person that you haven't seen since summer at one of chaewon's many soccer games.

"y/n-ssi."

"minju-unnie?"

minju's face twitched into a smile, gripping the note in her hands. "your kim chaewon's younger sister, right?"

you looked over at yujin, trying to figure out why her teammate was here beside you.

the older girl shrugged.

"yeah?"

the three of you watched as minju blushed. with both hands, she offered you a pink envelope that a heart sticker covering it. her hands shook slightly, making yujin's eyes widen.

she had always known that you had gotten a fair amount of attention from other students in the school (unfortunately), but she would have never expected her own teammate to give you a confession letter.

yujin felt her stomach drop as she watched yunjin fume beside you.

minju swallowed. "i was wondering if you could g–"

"back off, minju." yunjin snapped, cutting the other girl off. putting a hand on the envelope, she pushed it away. "she isn't interested."

yujin looked between you and the blonde-haired girl, feeling dread spread across her chest.

"but she hasn't even–"

yunjin glared at her. "not. interested."

you grabbed the older girl's hand lightly, pulling it away and putting it on the table.

yujin felt her hand twitch, wishing that it was her instead of yunjin.

"unnie, it's fine." you smiled calmly at her. you turned back to minju. "i'm sorry unnie, but i can't accept this."

"yeah." yunjin scoffed. "throw it away or something."

"unnie!" you slapped her shoulder. "i'm sorry."

you turned to yunjin, glaring at her to calm down.

"it was worth a try." minju muttered, turning to leave. her eyes widened, sending her former teammate a smile. "oh, hey yujin."

"unnie." yujin nodded, glaring at the girl. "hey."

minju smiled awkwardly, leaving as quickly as she could as she sensed the tension that was forming in the group.

she knew she shouldn't have asked when yunjin was around.

yunjin stabbed her food aggressively, glaring at the back of minju's head. "who does she think she is?"

yujin took a bit of her food.

you shook your head. "unnie."

"like seriously?" the older girl raised her voice. "asking you in front of me."

yujin felt her grip tighten around her fork, chewing harshly as she listened to the conversation in front of her.

you put a hand on her shoulder. "she meant well."

yujin scoffed under her breath, trying her best not to roll her eyes.

"so you would've said yes?" yunjin asked, hurt laced in her eyes.

there was no way that the two of you were dating, right? there was no reason for yunjin to act this protective for any reason.

you couldn't be dating huh yunjin... right?

"of course not." yujin watched as you gave the senior a squeeze on her shoulder. "you know i only like you f–"

yujin stabbed her food hard, making her plastic fork break in half with a snap. you and yunjin looked over, watching as the usually smiley girl had a haunting frown etched upon her face.

you were dating huh yunjin.

"unnie?" you asked softly. "are you okay?"

yujin wanted to be angry at you, but she knew that it was her fault for not saying anything.

"yeah." she muttered, glaring at the food she had just murdered. "i'm just not hungry anymore."

yunjin frowned. "are you sure?"

"i'm sure." yujin looked up, sending a deadly gaze at the older girl. "are you?"

you sent yujin a confused look as the senior scratched her head, not entirely sure what she did.

but yujin wasn't mad at her for what she did. she was mad at herself for what she didn't do.

yujin knew she shouldn't meddle in relationships that weren't hers, but she couldn't let it slide anymore.

it had been two weeks since you had basically confirmed your undying love for huh yunjin and it had been haunting her ever since.

everything finally made sense. the glares she would give the people who would try to hit on you, and the odd looks she would send yujin's way whenever the soccer player would wrap her arm around your shoulder.

but like her, yujin hated every single time yunjin would just look your way. she hated the sense of adoration you felt for the older girl, and how the two of you would hang out together, usually without her because of her practices.

it had even plagued her dreams, seeing the smug smirk yunjin would give her as you professed your love to the older girl.

yujin just couldn't take it anymore.

"unnie." she pulled chaewon aside as you and yunjin raced upstairs, trying to see who was faster.

chaewon glared at the blonde girl's fading figure before turning to yujin. "yujinnie."

yujin swallowed, wondering if she should tell the older girl.

she didn't want to break your heart, but she just couldn't see you with yunjin anymore.

she couldn't see you with someone that wasn't her.

"i think y/n's dating yunjin-unnie."

yujin watched as chaewon's face contorted into something she's never seen before.

"what?"

yujin looked away from chaewon's eyes, not sure if the anger burning in them was towards her or the senior upstairs. "i'm sorr–"

chaewon pushed yujin aside, stomping upstairs as the taller girl followed closely behind her. yujin swore she could see stray tears falling from the older girl's face, but she didn't understand why.

chaewon burst through your bedroom door, finding you sitting on the bed, yunjin resting happily on your lap.

yujin could feel herself starting to fume.

"yunjin."

you looked at her curiously as yunjin shot up, a blush dusting her face. "unnie?"

chaewon looked between the both of you. "you're dating my sister?"

your eyes widened along with yunjin's. the blonde girl was taken aback, not sure where chaewon got such information.

"what are you on?" she asked.

chaewon rolled her eyes. "yes or no?"

"no!" yunjin stood up, her eyebrows furrowed in anger. "why would i?"

yujin looked between the two, feeling like she was missing something vital.

chaewon clenched her jaw. "stop lying."

yunjin let out a chuckle, glaring at the university student. "i'm not!"

you pulled yunjin's arm, and yujin saw as a rage burned in chaewon.

"what?" she took a step towards the senior, her eyes accusing the older girl. "first me then my sister? is that what you're trying to do here?"

yujin's mouth dropped. huh yunjin, the sports car driving drama kid, was kim chaewon's, the university-bound scholarship student, ex?

she looked over to you, finding you shaking your head at the whole ordeal.

"no!" yunjin whined. "i don't like her like that."

"sure." the university student shook her head. "whatever you say, yunjin."

yujin watched as yunjin's face streamed down with tears, suddenly feeling guilty about causing the entire situation in the first place. she knew she should've thought things through, but it was so hard when it came to you.

chaewon went to turn, trying her hardest not to cry.

"i'm still in love with you!"

chaewon stopped.

yujin's eyes widened. you hadn't been dating huh yunjin. she had hurt the older girl for nothing except for her misplaced anger.

yujin felt like she was going to throw up.

yunjin wiped her tears aggressively, feeling as if her entire world had collapsed on top of her. "and you're a fucking asshole for thinking i'm only friends with your sister because i want to 'round the bases'."

yunjin grabbed her keys on your bed as chaewon went to turn back around. tears fell freely on the blonde's face, roughly retracting her hand as the shorter girl tried to grab for her.

the three of you watched as yunjin left your room, hearing an aggressive slam downstairs.

yujin winced.

you shook your head, looking at your sister as she began to tear up.

"i was trying to help her get back with you." you whispered lightly. yujin felt like shit. "i didn't know that you two dated until she picked me up on the first day of school. she told me what happened."

yujin looked away, biting her tongue as she heard chaewon sniffle.

"you deserve to be happy too, unnie." you smiled as chaewon nodded, lightly wiping her tears. "yunjin-unnie is probably in her car. when she gets frustrated, she–"

"has a hard time starting it." chaewon laughed. she sent you a warm smile. "i'll talk to you later, okay?"

you nodded, hoping that everything would turn out well for your older sister. "good luck."

yujin watched as chaewon left, closing the door gently. sighing, she walked over to you, feeling your exhausted body rest against her shoulder.

you rubbed your eyes. "i wonder why unnie thought that me and yunjin-unnie were dating."

yujin gulped, looking outside your window as she watched yunjin and chaewon argue in her car. "me too."

"i don't even like unnie like that," you whispered.

"that's good." yujin hated that her chest got lighter. "i think chaewon-unnie would have a heart attack if you did."

she felt you shake your head against her shoulder. "well, she didn't so..."

yujin frowned, turning her head to you.

"you like someone?"

"seriously?" you sat up straight, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "you don't know who it is?"

"no." yujin shook her head, her stomach gnawing away in nervousness. "i never see you around anyone except me and yunjin-unnie."

you chuckled lightly, shaking your head. "yeah, i guess so."

the two of you fell in silence as you watched chaewon continue to reason yunjin from her car.

"the person you like is really lucky." yujin whispered.

she wouldn't be selfish. not this time. not after she had caused such pain for the people she cared about.

she would let you go if she had to.

"yeah." you smiled at her, watching as she winced at the two older girls kissing outside. "chaewon-unnie thinks you are, too."

"of course she would." yujin chuckled.

you raised an eyebrow.

"wait..." yujin was sure she needed to get her ears cleaned. she turned to you "what?"

you shrug sheepishly, feeling your entire face light up in a blush. "surprise?"

oh.

"you like me?"

"no, not really." you swallowed, watching as her face dropped. "i think i've been in love with you since we watched phantom of the opera together in eighth grade. do you remember?"

of course yujin remembered. that had been the first day you two had properly hung out without chaewon around. you had explained every little detail, up to the mask they had used and the actors they had chosen.

yujin didn't know anything, but she knew she loved listening to you.

"weird, huh?" you looked at the ground. "to have your best friend's little sister be in love with you?"

yujin could feel her heart burst in two.

"can i kiss you?"

"what?!"

you turned to her, finding her staring at you with glassy eyes. "i mean, yes. of course. but wh–"

she grabbed the side of your face and leaned in gently, wanting to cherish the feeling of you as she closed her eyes.

oh, she thought as soon as your lips connected, the taste of your bubblegum lip-gloss painting her lips. so this is heaven.

she pulled away, watching as your eyes fluttered open, a small but growing smile covering your face.

"i've been in love with you ever since i met you."

you stared at her with wide eyes.

"oh." you cleared your throat, trying not to feel flustered. "really?"

yujin chuckled, "yeah."

you nodded, trying your best not to smile as she looked at you fondly.

in a small voice, you whispered. "can you kiss me again?"

yujin grinned, pulling you in for another kiss, this one slightly more aggressive.

her brain wandered as she felt you against her mouth, smiling as if you had won the lottery when in reality, she was sure that she has.

the door slammed open, but it was too late for you to pull apart.

yujin heard a gasp as she pulled away.

"why are you kissing my baby?!"

chaewon laughed as yujin fell to her knees, begging for yunjin not to beat the living hell out of her.

"wait, yunjin-unnie!"

> main masterlist.

#ahn yujin x reader #an yujin x reader #ive x reader #izone x reader #iz*one x reader #kpop x reader #idol x reader #wlw #silantryo

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Taste in books i think each of the sides on Sander Sides would have

Logan: Easiest side to tell since he says his book taste in canon lmao, mistery books guy, agatha christie, sherlock holmes, murders on rue morgue, he just really enjoys a good mistery (he’s just like me fr). He also probably reads books about scientific discoveries and psychological studies on a day to day basis (since he seems to have an answer for everything), either really likes or really hates sci fi depending on the scientifical explanations the books gives

Patton: Ok so, im gonna be honest, i don’t think Patton reads much? In fact hes probably the one who reads the least out of all sides, but he does seem to know his stuff, quoting studies in some episodes ( ‘Can lying be good?’ being the one who comes to mind ), so he probably reads a few articles about Morality and philosophy, also when i imagine Patton reading i imagine children’s books with deep messages like Dr Seuss, so personally i think Patton’s taste in books would be books like “The Tao of Pooh” which explains philosophy in a simple fun way taking inspiration from children’s media.

Roman: Roman’s my favorite side and although i would like to dump my personal taste on him i am aware that he canonically hasn’t read my favorite book and dislikes dark retellings of fairytales, leaving me to tears since those are my favorite kind of story. However i will indulge a bit and say that Roman would love Shakespearean plays ( His favorite would be Hamlet bc it inspired Lion King ) and typical fantasy books. Im also 100% sure that guy has a shelf full of Disney Movie Books like the novelization of Beauty and the beast and the villain’s origin books by Serena Valentino, also has those super pretty Disney Classics books ( lucky mfer ). And obviously he would have the original novels of multiple musicals ( Wicked, Be more chill, Dear Evan Hansen…) and some ballets/non-Disney classics as well (The nutcracker, The wizard of oz, Swan lake… ). Also Harry Potter i guess, since that’s canon 😒

Virgil: We all know what im going to say, Horror fan. Likes Edgar Allan Poe’s stories and classic horror books that inspired movies/series ( Carrie, Ring, the haunting of hill house… ), also reads a concerning amount of True crime about unsolved murder cases, and he has a special edition of the novel of The nightmare before Christmas somewhere trust me. And to self indulge a little, Dark retellings of fairytales, especially the Horror leaning ones.

Janus: I feel like Patton would read simplified philosophy books while Janus would grab shit like The gay science by Friedrich Nietzsche at the local library (never read this book, hilarious title tho), Overall i think Janus’s taste on books would consist of either philosophy and sociology books (especially the ones that annoying people read to keep gloating about how smart they are, except he actually likes them), and influential plays like Shakespeare, The Odyssey, The Iliad, Medea, Phantom of the Opera etc… His taste is the perfect combination of annoying Theater kid with pretentious philosophy kid (He is the guy they strive to be 😭)

Tw: Remus and everything that comes with him

Remus: YES, REMUS READS, YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND ON THIS, The books he reads? Very simple, Dark romance and horror, the books are his inspirations for new creative ways to annoy the shit out of the other sides, he is slowly but surely making a list of new horrid murder and torture methods he learned via horror books, also dark romance for him is just romance since he thinks normal romance books are boring and lack taste, some other side definitely walked in on him reading once ( picture him reading on the sofa twirling his hair and bouncing his legs in a very stereotypical teen girl way ) and asked what he was reading only for him to answer something like “ ‘Taken Hostage by the Hot Mafia Boss’ :D” Also definitely read the Kam4 Sutr4.

Bonus: Remy/Sleep has a book detailing the multiple different ways on how to brew coffee and Picani has every Kids Show Book he could find ( Gravity Falls 3rd Diary, Star vs the Forces of Evil Book of spells etc… )

ALSO WARNING: If you want to buy any of the books i talked about here be aware there is currently a boycott of Disney and any other properties that have ties to the genocide committed by Israel!! And mainly, i would recommend to grab any book i mentioned in the library since they’re one of the only public community spaces that haven’t shut down yet, support your public library to make sure it stays that way!

#sanders sides #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #just a silly little post about books and Sander Sides #because i love books and sander sides #i hope none of these are ooc #i tried to keep them in character #also i didnt say it in the post or it would be way longer than i intended #but they all read Pride and Prejudice at one point #Its Roman’s favorite and Remus’s least favorite

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Based off conversations I’ve had in the server about the wizarding world and my thoughts/speculations as well as some headcanons regarding it.

Tl;dr overthinking world-building details

First of all: the living paintings. I have sooo many questions, like are there magical brushes that need to be used or do you simply enchant them with magic? What is the limit to this? If I doodle a stick man on a page and I enchant it does that mean it comes to life somehow? Also, there’s a lot of darker potential when it comes to this. Is there a black market dedicated to selling certain paintings? What about someone who will paint your deceased loved one for grieving purposes? Has someone ever fallen in love with a painting like we do AI? Are they fully sentient or are they similarly limited as an AI? And this isn’t even getting into photographs taken with a camera.

Speaking of black markets, while of course you have knockturn alley and your borgin and burkes, the real itching question in my mind isn’t on cursed or strange magical objects. It’s on drugs. Or specifically potions. Considering that basically mind-controlling love potions aren’t illegal, what sort of potions actually are? Or - I’ll do you even better - is there a muggle trade for the usual stuff (like say coke) which is made easier with owl post? Is there any sort of policing on non-Hogwarts owls? There must be a ministry force that cracks down on illicit trade with owls. Do they monitor the air for broom flyers as well? There must be some fine you have to pay if you reveal yourself on a broom to random muggles.

Yes we have the ‘are you a witch or not?’ Scene, but I also think for a lot of people who use magic, it would be interesting if they forget they can’t function without it. Someone who has been using magic their entire lives to do house chores suddenly not knowing what they’re doing if their wand snaps. Not even out of ignorance but just because it’s never how they’ve done things, like it’s their natural inclination towards magic. Since there seems to be a bit of anti-muggle bias in the books, I think it would be interesting to see how wizards struggle in comparison.

Also, while this is really more of a book thing, it seems that wizards don’t really know how to ‘dress like muggles.’ In the movies, Ron dresses exactly the same as Harry and Hermoine, but if we were following the books I wonder if he would dress very differently. Of course most of the time they would be wearing the uniform, but if you lined up a bunch of different kids from both pureblood and muggle backgrounds, I imagine they would have quite differing tastes in fashion.

Speaking of fashion. Are there wizarding fashion magazines? Specific trends exclusive only to wizards really? Like, obviously nothing is stopping a non-magical muggle from wearing a pointy hat, but given the history of it I would imagine all sorts of different styles of robes and hats emerged over the years. Even if it was simply minute details, we know from our own fashion history that it isn’t uncommon for wild trends to pop up. Maybe a craze for feathers or flowers or encrusted gemstones, or certain materials and fabrics that became popular.

We really don’t get a lot of information on clubs at Hogwarts from what I can see. Of course we have duelling club and quidditch and such, and I can imagine behind the scenes there must be wizard chess and gobstones clubs. What about music and drama clubs? Are there instruments only exclusive to the wizarding world? Can you enchant musical instruments to play themselves? Are there plays that are only known to the wizarding community or do they also do Hamlet and Romeo and Juliet sort of affairs? I imagine that certain Purebloods would look down on muggle playwrights, or really any sort of muggle artist in general. But still, you can’t tell me that the Malfoys or some other prestigious wizarding family don’t make visits to some magical opera house.

Also. Is quidditch the only big wizarding sport? We had duelling before yes, and again gobstones etc., but what about more physical sports? Aside from the more strenuous spells and flying (which tbh doesn’t seem that physically taxing anyway if you’re just going slow on a Cleansweep) I can’t help but wonder if many wizards are horribly unfit. I mean, given that they tend to live much longer on average compared to non-magical muggles, is it just the magic or is it also special wizarding yoga or pilates or something lol.

Quidditch itself is also an extremely dangerous pastime/sport I mean holy shit. While they do seem to have charms for cushioning, you’re often many, many feet up off the ground and if you fall off without one you could literally go splat and die. Just break your neck, snap and you’re dead.

We hear about certain bands that seem exclusive (or at least known) to the wizarding world e.g The Weird Sisters. There’s also Celestina Warbeck. Since the British wizarding community seems quite small compared to the wider population, it’s possible that there aren’t as many music groups around in it. There still seems to be radio frequencies though, in regards to the aforementioned Celestina scene and the rebel broadcast in Deathly Hallows.

Could there ever be an overlap? Like wizards who decided to break into the muggle musical industry and who are also enjoyed by the wizarding community? On the topic as well, since Arthur Weasley had his obsession with muggle technology, there must be others who are similar to him right? you can’t tell me there isn’t a wizard Ariel or something who tried to leave and integrate with muggle society. Not even a squib, but a wizard who just rejects it all. That’s a story that needs to be told.

All this just begs the question of how advanced is the technology in the wizarding world? Since apparently the modern stuff doesn’t do well in Hogwarts, where is the cutoff point? Maybe you can’t bring your gameboy into school, but what about a record player and vinyls? You just know muggle students in the past have tried to sneak all kinds of weird shit into Hogwarts with them.

Since we know that there are stories and tales exclusive to the wizarding community (Ron’s childhood stories in Deathly Hallows and Tales of Beedle the Bard I believe?) are there also popular wizard fiction authors outside of those who were penning school textbooks or autobiographies i.e good ol’ Gilderoy Lockhart?

I feel like there definitely must be. It makes me wonder how much genres such as sci-fi, (would it be a thing?) horror, romance & erotica etc. would differ in contrast to muggle novels. Especially historical fiction actually, since many of the notable figures may be different.

Getting into darker territory now. For an extremely skilled wizard, I think transfiguring someone in order to kidnap or kill them would be a likely move right? Or at least trying it. I mean if you turn someone into a bug you can squash them, or even into a small animal you can stuff them in a bag or something. Hell, transfigure a person into furniture if you’re feeling really nasty. I know this is fucked up but that’s the point lol.

I also wonder exactly how severe your crime has to be for you to get shut away in Azkaban? Like for petty theft and other minor charges. Of course if you commit a homicide then you get thrown in the slammer, that makes sense, and unfortunately so does Hagrid’s sentence to an extent since the Chamber was pretty dangerous. But do you just get a fine? Are there other holding cells in the ministry you get put in? Somewhere that isn’t Azkaban;;;

Also what about wizard serial killers? Not to be gruesome, but I imagine there are all sorts of options available to magical opportunists. Yes, you have the killing curse, but also you could literally just light someone on fire or leviosa them 50 feet off a tall building. It’s not that hard lol

Also are… Are there collectible cards for them…? I mean tell me there isn’t a true crime community in the wizarding world as well jekfkfktn

To reiterate my point with wizards all using magic for stuff, I wonder if any of them have considered like idk. Using a gun instead? Guns are most certainly not super advanced technology and they can’t be blocked really so… There’s a solution Tom and it’s called a glock

Basically all I’m saying is that there’s a missed opportunity to explore wizard crime bosses.

If any of this is explained in later books or spin-offs, I apologise. I’m only using the original books as reference, and even then it’s been a wee while lol.

#oh god I came into this with only the paintings one but I had so many just waiting to spill out #i probably thought about this wayyy more than necessary but 💀#harry potter #hp #harry potter meta #hp meta #harry potter headcanon #hp headcanon #tw drugs #tw death #tw death mentions #tw guns

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APRIL 2024 WRAP UP

[loved liked ok nope dnf (reread) bookclub*]

Death in the Spires • Heartstopper Vol 4 • Heartstopper Vol 3 • To Marry an English Lord • The True Queen • (Heartstopper Vol 2) • Fun Home* • (Arabella of Mars) • I’m Glad My Mom Died • (Sorcerer to the Crown) • And Then There Were None • Vassa in the Night • Queen of the Night • The Other Significant Others • Most Ardently • The Reformatory • The Book of Love

Read: 14 (10 audio, 4 print, 3 DNF)

The Other Significant Others (5 stars)- I've been anticipating this one ever since I first heard about it and it didn't disappoint! Not only does it tell the stories of people in close, non-traditional relationships, it also talks about marriage, raising kids, and aging, and it was all incredible. I've recommended this in the tags of so many posts and I need y'all to read it.

Queen of the Night (3 stars) - I've heard this glowingly recommended. I liked the author's story in the Sword, Stone, Table anthology. The events in the book are incredible! I should have been fascinated! But I was so bored! Part of it was that the mystery/thriller element in the description - someone has written an opera based on the main character's scandalous secret past, who could it be? - was extremely oversold, most of the book is recounting said past events, and we don't really dive into the present mystery until the very end. I've read similarly slow books so I don't know why I didn't like this, but I wish I'd dnf'd it. I'd recommend you try The God of Endings by Jacqueline Holland instead.

Vassa in the Night (4 stars) - this one surprised me! It's YA, I've heard pretty mixed reviews, and it's been sitting on my shelf for a while - starting it, the VERy in-your-face YAness almost threw me off but I'm very glad I stuck through it. I live for magic and fairy tales being dumped into modern times, and the really smart thing about this book is that it keeps a very tight focus (no space for the larger worldbuilding to fall apart lol). We've got a morally-grey magical doll companion who's a kleptomaniac and will eat you out of house and home, Baba-Yaga and her 24-hour convenience store on chicken feet, her disembodied hand assistants, weird guy on a motorcycle, and oh yeah, if they catch you stealing they'll put your head on display (and they're not above framing you to do it). Yes this is perfectly normal, why do you ask? I'm not saying it's perfect, but I had such a good time!

And Then There Were None (4 stars) - my first real attempt at Christie! I did enjoy listening to this, enough that I think I'll try some other Christie, but it wasn't entirely to my taste. I prefer having a detective figure in the story to follow, and the "reveal" after was disappointing.

Sorcerer to the Crown (3.5 stars) - this was a reread, and I definitely liked it a lot less for some reason this time? Maybe it was changing formats, but I love a historical fantasy romp and this should have been right up my alley! The True Queen (4 stars) was much more enjoyable, so maybe it was the characters, maybe it was the rereading itself. I think this might be my sign to call it quits with Zen Cho.

I'm Glad My Mom Died (4 stars) - this isn't really one I think I'd have ever picked for myself even though it got popular, except that my book-club friend recommended it. I'm finding that I'm not really one for memoirs, but despite the heartbreaking contents this was very easy to read - largely chronological with short chapters, and the author is clearly aware that things were bad even when her younger self did not. I accidentally started this when I was also reading Fun Home, so that was a lot of bad-parent-memoir at the same time, oops.

Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic (4 stars) - I've been eying this one for a while and am glad to have gotten it on the list for book club! Deeply fascinating, if not always an easy read - the subject on one hand, but the density of the pages, the differences between the comic panels and the narration outside them, and the jumping through time that memoirs do sometimes made events hard to follow. I admit my favorite parts were seeing the different queer books Bechdel slipped into her illustrations (one that I'm reading right now even!).

Arabella of Mars (4.5 stars) - Y'all, we are sleeping on this book, I had so much fun! Here's to girls dressing as boys, sailing ships, steampunk space travel, and vibes straight from early sci-fi adventure novels. I can't believe I forgot about this and am just glad I picked up a copy at the library sale to make myself reread it. I do apologize for thinking this was YA (which it isn't), but further thoughts on that and the rest of the series will have to wait for next month.

Heartstopper Vol 2-4 (5/5/4 stars) - finally! I read part of the comic online ages ago, and read Vol 1 for book club the other month, but I finally got started on the rest of the series. I had definitely read through Vol 2 previously, but everything else was new to me. I had a good time, but Vol 4 was a bit of a(n expected!) downer, and the time jump in the middle ruined the flow a bit for me. I do have Vol 5 in my hands currently, and if I didn't have so many other things to do I'd be tempted to do a big Alice Oseman re/read.

To Marry an English Lord (4 stars) - I encountered this at not one, but TWO unrelated book sales before I caved and bought it. I enjoyed it! It's mostly a sort of overview/reference covering the period around the Gilded Age - the New York upper crust, the European Aristocracy, and the various societal events that lead to a pattern of marital exchange. Did I skim the bits where it just listed name after name after name? Yes, but! Highly recommend to anyone reading romances or general fiction set in the period, I really wish I'd read this before trying The Age of Innocence! (its also very funny how occasionally it makes references that make it very obvious it was written in the 80's lol). Pairs incredibly well with another book I bought at the same sale, The Divorce Colony by April White.

Death in the Spires (3.5 stars) - I love KJ Charles, but I've often felt that her plots and romances can sometimes be at odds - so I was very excited when she said she'd written a mystery! But I'm lukewarm about it at best. The campus novel portions were fascinating, and I'd have loved more of them. But Jem as our narrator just wasn't engaging for most of the book. I wouldn't say it's his fault necessarily, but he's not really a good detective, there are either no clues or they're just going in circles, and the promised attempts on his life just aren't happening. Once we hit the 2/3 mark, where we're on campus, have more characters together, and they're talking - that's when things got good! Maybe this will be be better on a reread, but for now my hopes are for some good fanfic. Would recommend more to the dark academia people rather than mystery fans.

DNF

Most Ardently (20%) - the vibes were very much, "here's my blorbos, I'm putting them in a Pride and Prejudice AU." Which is great, if that's what you want! It was not what I wanted alas. Biggest cons, the de-ageing of the characters and the generally modern YA/queerness. Pros, they did keep all of the other Bennet sisters! I was so tempted to keep reading just to see how Oliver and Darcy got together, but I knew I wasn't going to enjoy myself. Would have loved to see this presented as an original work rather than an adaptation, or as something hewing closer to the original tone and period of the novel.

The Reformatory (43%) - this was good, really! It's just that I'm only so-so on horror on my best days, and both story lines were sad and dark and depressing. I could have probably handled one or the other, but I wasn't really having a good time (that's not the right phrasing exactly, but you know what I mean). I had other things I wanted to read and it was a long book.

The Book of Love (6%) - I've heard multiple people sing the praises of Kelly Link, so while I wasn't really drawn by the description, I thought I'd give it a shot! I did, and it still didn't draw me in. Maybe I'll give it a try again someday, but I think I'll try her short fiction first.

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Golden eyed phantom ch 1

Pairing Druig x reader

Rating explicit 18+ only minors ageless blank and non unadapted blogs will be blocked.

Plot: phantom of the opera au

Warnings: Some smut (im still learning how so go easy on me) fingering, dream sex, mind control but not dark)

The opera de popular was one of the crown jewels of paris, a place where dreams and nightmares can become a reality. It’s also where young (y/n) (l/n) found themselves living after the untimely death of their only living relative, their father.With no living family and no prospective husband (y/n) would have been homeless if not for Madame Ajak,the kindly dance instructor of the opera and a dear friend to the girls late father.

Madame Ajak became the mother you never knew, kind, caring, always able to cure any physical ailment that seemed to bother her or anyone else, with Madame came Sersi. She was another girl that had grown up in the opera. Madame Ajak was unable to have children of her own so she adopted Sersi when she was just a baby. The young woman was only a few years older then (y/n) and the two became fast friends. Sersi showed you the ins and outs of the opera house, really the ins and outs of Paris. Many times she would take you out and about to learn about your new home and everything in it including the rest of the people that would make up your new family. The first members you met came in the form of Gilgamesh and Thena.

Gilgamesh was the chief of security for the opera house. He was a giant boulder of a man well built and very intimidating at first glance, that is until he smiles at you and turns into the giant teddy bear he is. Always making sure all of us are safe and sneaking in baked goods every now and then. You wouldn’t know just from looking at him but he was an amazing baker, especially his pies they were to die for. With Gilgamesh came his partner Thena,she was gorgeous a goddess without even trying. She was the stunt, fighting and weapons expert for the opera and many other production houses in Paris. Many people thought she was a model but the mere thought made her grimace, “Why would I want to be a model and have to care what everyone thought of me?” Even though she had a tough exterior she was also very kind in her ways. Thena was determined for all of us younger girls at the opera to be able to protect ourselves, teaching everyone basic self defense and warning signs and so on and so forth. She was truly a ferocious mama bear if she wanted to be, to you she just became a protective aunt.

Next up was, without a doubt, your favorite trio, Phastos,Sprite and Makkari. All three worked backstage, keeping the opera house running as fabulously as it does. Phastos was the head engineer/ prop master. If something needed to be built he was the guy, his creations awe inspiring, some looking as though they had come straight out of the future, but he was still humble enough to answer any questions you or anyone had about the devices. Alongside Phastos worked sprite. She was young that was undeniable but boy was she talented, A true artist she was the head set designer and painter. Everything she created was so stunning you couldn’t even tell it wasn’t real. While Phastos was somewhat humble, Sprite was spunky, quick witted and sharp tongue when wronged. She halted being looked down on because of how young she looked and would lay into anyone who belittled her.

Makkari was a completely different story, even though she was deaf that did not stop her. Always with a kind smile on her face she ran around helping pull everything together. She was the resident lighting and stage hand always in the right place at the right time, almost like there were seven of her. When she wasn’t working she would be in the shopping district, dragging (y/n) with her to oogle all the shiny and sparkly Knick knacks, all the beautifully colored fabrics and imports coming in. In fact that's how Kingo was introduced.

Kingo was a fashionista, a real eye for how to make everyone look their best with one look.he was the opera's resident costume designer / understudy. Kingo dreamed of being on stage; he knew all the words, all the songs, everything, but sadly his time in the spotlight had not yet come. Everyone always reassured him his time would come, in fact you would always run lines with him whenever he was feeling down, he was over the top dramatic for sure but so entertaining. Probably the only thing more entertaining was picking on him with sprite and makkari. His reaction to the twos joke always brought a smile to your face, and was almost a bonding experience with the other girl.

During the day there was enough to distract you from your sullen thoughts. In particular the formation of a new found family, always there to relieve you of your boredom and loneliness but at night it was a different story. About a month after you had arrived you sat in the opera's small chapel, lighting a candle for your fathers soul. You guess your gentle weeping is what brought forth the angel's song, but all you really remember is the gentle glowing gold of the candles or at least you think it was the candles but you didn't really care as the feelings of calm wash over you with the soft timber of the angel's voice. At night or really whenever you were alone the angel would speak to you. Teach you the ways of the opera house and the music that went along with it. He was a mystic presence, always there but never in reach.

He invaded your whole life, when not learning from him at night your dreams started turning to him.

It would start with his voice, hearing it in your head as you drifted to sleep, the scene would change to a candle lit backdrop, soft smells of vanilla fill the air, a dreamy feeling wanders around you, then you would feel hands wrap around you. They were strong, long fingers as they wandered up and down your frame. You dare not turn around not wanting the feelings he provokes from you to end too quickly.

You watch as those glorious hands gently slide up your leg taking your thin night shift with them until they reach your core. A branding iron of heat in eloping you as he probes you. Fingers lightly playing with your clit as his lips caressed your ear, words ringing through your very soul it felt

“My beautiful beautiful muse, I've waited so long for you. I’ll never forget the day I first heard your voice, it was like hearing a blessing.”

You couldn’t even articulate words to reply to him shivering as hard as you were from merrily his touch.

“I can not wait for the day you truly belong to me. Mind. Body. And soul”

You feel his fingers stroking in tune to his words. Marking his point deep within your walls, but before you are able to climb to the peak a loud ringing sounds from beside you

“Ignore it”

You try of course but the ringing doesn’t stop. With each ring the scene around you shakes, deteriorating back into the blackness that waits behind your rapidly opening eyes. You sit up in shock, eyes trying to adjust to your bedroom as your alarm rings beside you. Your body still shivering from the after effects of the dream you just had.

Five years had passed, under your teachers guidance your gift bloomed but the only people you would even attempt to try to sing for would be your new family, and that was only light humming. The dreams became normal as well. Usually they happened after working with your mysterious and gracious master. You never learned anything more about him. All you knew was his voice but the one in your dreams seemed to evolve.

First was his hands and then his arms then his legs,his back,even a head of dark brown hair. But never his face. It was starting to vex you honestly, every time waking up from the pure euphoria of those dreams too have reality slap you in the face of how lonely you felt. Not that your new family did not appease your heart, in fact being with them was as natural as breathing. To be honest you couldn't describe what was wrong with you, all you could summarize it as was that it felt like part of you was missing.

A week after your 24th birthday the new owners of the opera appeared and with them came someone familiar.

“Listen up everyone!” Mr Richard's the old owner calls to everyone, all of us currently gathered on the main stag rehearsing the latest show

“I would like to introduce the new owners of the opera Monsieur Nelson and Monsieur Murdock.”

Everyone claps all clambering around to get the best views of the two young owners. You had to admit neither were horrible looking, you thought it was interesting for a blind person to want to buy an opera but it made sense to, even if he couldn’t see the performances, listening to them was the next best thing.

‘Thank you all, thank you we are both very happy to start our adventures in the arts.” Mr Nelson started “We would also like to introduce our generous backer Count Ikaris de solar.” Finished Mr Murdock to when a handsome brunette stepped onto stage to everyone’s approval and applause.

“Ikaris?” You gasped out as everyone continued to clap and awe over the count

“Do you know him (y/n)?” Sersi asks confusingly

“Yes, we knew each other as children. We were somewhat close before his family moved away, I can’t believe that's truly him.”

Before you get another word in, a loud clearing of the throat silences everyone. Mademoiselle Ayesha and her pompous son Adam, step through the crowd in their fine costumes. The madame was the current lead soprano for the opera even though you thought she couldn't sing for shit. Her voice was almost as grating as her attitude towards everyone. Sprite assumed the only reason she was given any parts was because of her stupidly wealthy family and late husband. But you choose not to comment on that. The woman stands there covered in gold and signals to the maestro to start at the top of her aria once more

Oh no she's starting again Sersi says from beside you already getting ready to cover her ears. In fact you can even see the housekeeping staff in the audience stuffing Cotton in their ears. The woman doesn’t get but a few lines in the aria her screeching tone ringing through the stage before the rolled up backdrop above her comes crashing down. The light but sturdy fabric lands on top of the soprano pinning her belly flopped to the stage floor to the shocks and screams of everyone around.

They rush to help the woman up but the damage to her pride is too great. She starts screeching about all the previous accidents directed at her, of all the misfortune and indignity that has befallen her and how she will not stand for it any longer. Mr Murdock simply stands there letting the scene unfold as Mr Nelson loses his mind along the diva as she. Stomps her heel gathering all her things, her son and their people and promptly leaving

The new owners were in a tissy (mostly foggy) wondering how they are supposed to open tomorrow with no star. How this whole adventure is now wasted. Madame Ajak promptly interrupts, saving Mr Nelson from a full melt down, handing the duo a dark black envelope with a giant red wax seal on it.

“Where did that come from?” You ask Sersi

“That confirms it then, It must was the phantom”

“The phantom?”

“Have you honestly not heard the others talk about this?

“No?”

She just shakes her head at you before filling you in on the details

“He's a mysterious person, some say he’s a ghost, others a demon but no one knows for sure. They say he's been here forever always making his presence known. In fact the previous owner used to pay him a monthly wage just to appease him, that and that box number 5 be kept empty for him whenever he wishes. Everything was going well but this past couple years he has gotten a little more devious.

“Why?”

No one really knows, and everyone’s afraid to ask or look around afraid they’ll never be seen again.

Before you can ask sersi more your name is being called.

“(Y/n)(l/n) can do it.”

What?” You had missed the conversation between the two new owners and Madame Ajak

One of your dances can replace the star diva from the past 5 years.? Your sure about that?

“Foggy why don't we give the girl a chance”

“Matt this is doing nothing for. My nerves

You stand there like a deer in headlight hoping you could somehow slip to the back and out of sight but Sersi sees you growing anxiety and gently but firmly directs you towards Ajak.

Madame gently took you from her daughter and lead you to the center of the stage

“Madame what,,,,but,, I,,,”

“It will be alright dear. I've heard you practice these last couple of years when you sneak off at night, and i know your teacher has taught ypu well”

“My teacher?”

Ajak just gives you a knowing look before she turns towards the maestro and nods at him leaving you standing there as everyone watches.

You hear quiet cheer from stage left where your little opera family all stand giving you thumbs up and right smiles, trying to ease your nerves, though it doesn’t really help, it's not till you look up towards the grand chandler that that gentle calming glow envelops your senses once more.

“From the top of the aria mademoiselle”

The band picks up and the music begins to play

To be honest you don't remember much after that. It was a whirlwind of activity. Being swept off stage and quickly fitted into costumes, stage managers telling you where you need to stand, color spotting you with lights all the fixing basically to make it seem like you were always meant to be in the role.

You didn't know that while you sang your heart out on stage a certain young count had finally taken notice of you

“(Y/n)?”

“That’s the girl that used to follow you around?” Count Arishem Ikarus’s father ask begrudgingly

“Yes father that's the daughter of that famous violinist tha lived near our old summer home.”

“Well, well we may have found ourselves a diamond in the rough after all. The elder count scrutinizes the crowd all gawking at the peasant, like she's a princess. All he sees is an opportunity to boost his family further, the gears of his plan already forming in his mind.

Phantoms pov

There she is at last! Right where she belongs, my beautiful beautiful muse.

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