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mbappebby · 3 months

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Stargirl || Two

Ivy Carter (OC) x f1 grid

Summary: Ivy never thought she could achieve a podium in her first ever race in formula 1, but she did and made everyone proud of her

Requested: Yes, by anonymous: Hey! Loved the 1st chapter of your new series! Can I request one where Ivy gets on the podium for her first ever race and everyone is proud of her. Thank u x

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Race day

Ivy scanned her pass before entering the paddock, she greeted fans as she was making her way to get to the Mercedes garage. Ryan could see how nervous she was but didn’t say anything, the pair soon enough entered the Mercedes garage.

Ivy greeted her team before making her way into her drivers room, she put her headphones on to listen to music to try to calm down her nerves.

“Hey, where’s Vee?” Susie asked. “In her drivers room, she’s really nervous but won’t admit it if you ask her what’s wrong” Ryan said. “You really know her very well,” George added.

“Been her trainer since the beginning, I can read her like a book” Ryan told them. “Why don’t you talk to her for a bit? Might help to her calm down,” Toto said to his wife.

“I was going talk to her anyways, I’ll be back in a bit” Susie replied as she made her way to Ivy’s drivers room and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Ivy said as Susie opened to door. “Hey Susie! What’s up? Am I needed in the garage?” Ivy asked. “No you aren’t, you also don’t have to hide from everyone that you are nervous. It’s understandable, sweetie” Susie said softly.

Susie was sat down next to Ivy, the rookie looked the ground. “I hate how Ry can read me like a book..” Ivy mumbled. “He’s looking out for you” Susie told her.

“Still annoying..” Ivy added. “I know you might feel like that Vee, anyways let’s have a chat to hopefully calm you down before the race” Susie said.

And that’s what they did..

After the conversation with Susie, Ivy felt way better than earlier. She and George were currently making their way to the drivers parade. Ivy made her way over to Oscar.

“Hey Vee,” Oscar said as the shared a fist bump. “Hey Osc,” Ivy added with a smile. “Look who it is!” LOGAN SARGEANT said as he walked over to the duo.

“Lo! Hey! Sorry, I haven had a chance to see you at all this weekend!” Ivy replied as they hugged. “It’s alright Vee, happy that you made it up here” Logan said.

“Me too!” Ivy added. “Carter!” Lando called making her turn around. “What’s up Norris?” Ivy called back as Lando started to walk over to her. Ivy quickly walked to stand behind George.

“Aww, you need to be protected?” Lando joked as Ivy smacked his arm, making drivers laugh at the duo. “Feisty as ever,” Lando mumbled as he rubbed his arm as Ivy just smiled at him.

“Nice one Vee!” Alex called. “Thanks Albono!” Ivy replied with a laugh. “I actually hate you,” Lando said. “Love you too Lan!” Ivy said and once again moving away quickly from Lando and placed herself near Lewis.

“It’s going to be a fun season with them,” Max said. “Tell me about it, imagine what it would be like if they were teammates?” George said. “Chaos,” Charles replied.

“They’re two kids, what do you expect?” Carlos added making them laugh.

The moment it happened.

“HISTORY IS MADE TONIGHT! IVY CARTER BECOMES THE FIRST EVER FEMALE TO FINISH ON THE PODIUM IN FORMULA 1! WHAT A FIRST RACE FOR THE 18 YEAR OLD ROOKIE!” Crofty exclaimed as they watched the Mercedes cross the line.

R: “That’s P3 Vee!! What a way to start your formula 1 career with a podium! Brilliant performance today, congratulations Vee!”

Ivy: “AHH!! I did it!! Thank you guys so much, I can’t believe it!!”

R: “You deserve that Vee, amazing performance kid!”

Ivy: “Thanks Toto!!”

Ivy parked her car in the P3 spot, she stayed in her car for a while before eventually stepping out and running into the arms of her crew. She took her balaclava and helmet before seeing two familiar people.

She soon saw Toto and Susie and ran to them. “Knew you could do it Vee!” Toto said. “We are proud of you sweetheart, so many girls will be looking up to you” Susie added as she kissed her forehead.

“Thank you guys!” Ivy mumbled before she had to go get weighed, she then put her helmet down and had a drink of water. “Vee! P3?! Proud of you!” George said as he hugged his teammate.

“Congrats Vee, so proud of you!” Lewis added as they hugged. “Thanks guys, a double podium for us too!” I y replied looking at George. “You know it!” George said.

“I’ll get you both next week, anyways congrats again Vee” Lewis added. Ivy felt someone squeezed her shoulders from behind, when she turned around she saw the Dutch driver.

“Go again next week?” Ivy said as she put her fist out, Max accepted the fist bump. “You know it, almost got me at the end Vee, congrats by the way” Max replied.

“Thank you!” Ivy added as she made her way over to do her post race interview.

“Ivy, a huge congratulations! P3 on your first ever formula 1 race, how you feeling?” JENSON BUTTON asked as the crowd cheered.

“I’m still trying to find words to describe the feeling, I just want to say that can’t thank Toto and Mercedes enough for giving me this opportunity. It’s a dream come true and can’t wait forwards to the races ahead” Ivy replied with a big smile on her face.

“Thank you Ivy, congratulations once again!” Jenson said as Ivy waved up to the crowd before giving Jenson a hug before making her way into the cool down room.

Moments later, Ivy walked out onto the podium..

Toto and Susie had were clapping proudly with big smiles on their faces as watched Ivy up on the podium. Ivy pointed down to them with a big smile on her face too.

“Toto and Susie Wolff looking very proud of Ivy, what a special moment this is for Ivy, she’s just proved to everyone that she deserves to be in that Mercedes seat!” Martin said.

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ivycarter: P3 on debut?! Words can’t describe how I am feeling right now. If you were to say to me a few years ago that I would have achieve a podium in my first race in formula 1, I would have never believed you. A double podium for us, very strong start to the season. Thank you all for all the support, means so much to me. Let’s go again next week!!💗

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user61 Let’s gooo, congrats Ivy!!!

user2 Proving everyone wrong😌

user94 🤩👑

susie_wolff Proud of you sweetheart❤️

ivycarter 🥰💗

user62 Susie & Ivy🥹

user26 Susie and Toto looked so proud of her😭

user17 Stargirlll🤩

lewishamilton Well done Vee❤️

ivycarter Thanks Lew❤️

user19 Awh her and Lewis!!

user7 Congrats Vee!

user81 Stargirl for reallll

user43 🔥🔥🔥

georgerussell63 Proud of u Vee!

ivycarter Thank u G❤️

user66 Ivy and George are the best teammates this year

user9 Toto and Susie looked so proud of her!!

maxverstappen1 Well done Vee!

ivycarter Thanks brooo, I’ll get you next time!!

maxverstappen1 Bring it on lil sis!

user20 I love how all the drivers treat her like a little sister!🥹

user72 I’m loving her friendship with Max!!

user80 Let’s go Ivy!!!⭐️

user58 Queennn👑

olliebearman Ay! Congrats Vee!

ivycarter Thanks Ol!

paularon_ Come to the F2 paddock!!

ivycarter On my way!!

user62 My fav trio ^^

user19 I love how Ollie, Paul and a few others weee watching her🥰

#f1 #f1 imagines #formula 1 #fem!f1driver #female driver #f1 x fem!driver #f1 x female driver #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader

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mwebber · 10 months

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what are your favourite martian moments? 😺

thank u for asking eve i'm so glad i get to talk about two of my favourite people on god's green earth <3 in no particular order just off the top of my head...

#1: ABU DHABI 2022 i cannot state just how much brain damage this moment did to me. like i vividly remember freaking the fuck out about the martian interview on sky and talking to the besties and barbi @brawn-gp was like omg another moment do u want me to clip. and i was like YEAH YES. PLEASE. I LOVE YOU (i love you <3) and then i saw it and blacked out and when i awoke it was to this. unparalleled brainrot Truly there will never ever be another

#2. MARRIAGE QUOTE do i need to say anything else. when i saw this for the first time i think i nearly had an aneurysm

#3. SINGAPORE 2008 their first real red bull date.......... i think about them sitting on that couples rickshaw every monday giggling with each other generally being blushy messes sharing secretive smiles like they're the only ones in on a joke. also mark pretending to push seb off a building only to catch him STOP my heart is melting

(tumblr is being dumb and won't credit the gifs properly but they're from thnx-mate-blog)

#4. VLAD RYS GEORGIA K MOMENT this is unironically my favourite pic of seb to ever seb. and of course he's looking at mark. no further comments

#4.5 THE OTHER VLAD RYS GEORGIA K MOMENT. this photo is still so mind-boggling like why the fuck are you looking at each other like that. hi. hello?

#5. MONACO 2010 HUG.

#6. MAKE LOVE TO EACH OTHER / ALWAYS REMEMBER YOUR FIRST TIME. it's literally so fucking funny to me that red bull saw everybody's martian brainrot and was like. wouldn't it be so fucked up if we dropped that mark buttered seb's muffin after china 2009. twirls hair. haha wouldn't it be soooo random. if we did that

#7. WHATEVER THE FUCK THIS IMAGE IS. i can't even look at it for too long i start feeling funny in my tummy

#8. SEB'S LONGING STARE. i ccant believe i forgot this one it should be higher up perhaps

#9. AUSTRALIA 2016/2017. their podiums are SSOOOOOOO.

#10. MATCHING PORSCHES. is it hot in here? do you feel feverish? i feel feverish

#11. RIGHT ONE'S HEAVIER. monaco 2021 when mark casually revealed how much he knows seb still after all this time that seb was like ".. yeah!" like he himself was pleasantly surprised that mark still cares and oh god. somebody hold me

#12. NEARLY SKINNY DIPPING AU CANADA. caliss de tabarnak attache ta tuque mark nhabille pas des sous vetements criss de tabarnak de caliss d'esti de sacrament de

(from thnx-mate-blog)

13. VERY GOOD. i just know they had a Conversation after mark retired that was soo insightful and healing that they still reference to this day. they're very good with each other. btw. if u didn't know.

14. LOVER'S TIFFS. i can't. i can't think about them anymore i think i need to be put in a straightjacket and locked up

#15. 2013 PRIZE GIVING. the way they look at each other...... i'd write 5 million words of rpf too

there's literally so many more moments i want to include on here like mark's "i hope when i'm 70 they're not still asking if i love sebastian" or top gear when mark was like "my dad always said you shouldn't hit boys mate" or when seb and mark were at hangar 7 post 2010 and he went for the wettest limpest high five hand hold known to man or when mark massaged seb's shoulder in australia 2009 or their 1-2 podiums in 2009 or in 2020 when mark was like i've moved on from ferrari for u or "seb didnt expect sex in monaco" or china 2010 when they were bitching with each other or when seb was like i don't understand what he's saying half the time or when seb was on mark's shoulders for a red bull stunt or when they played cricket in australia 2012 or when mark was like we're very well-suited to each other both very handsome in that one magazine or when mark addressed their relationship in like 2014 and said we wished each other well in austria as you do or after multi 21 when seb was like i was racing i was faster i passed him i won and mark was like a cheetah never changes its spots we'll be fine or early on when mark was like we'll get hot chocolate together and i'll be going on about smth that happened before seb was born and he'll roll his eyes or when seb was like i learned a lot from mark or when seb said he'd give mark free hotel toiletries for his bday or when they copied each other trying to put stickers on their car or when someone changed seb's wikipedia page to say he's dating mark or when they did their pepe jeans butt ad or turkey 2011 when they all but caressed each other in 4k or the brazil 2011 cheek cradle or their websites i haven't even talked about their websites yet [I AM FORCIBLY DRAGGED AWAY]

#im not putting this under a read more. martian favs be upon ye #inbox #martian

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chevvy-yates · 7 months

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⚠️ READ: Please do not repost/reupload any of my friend's art here or to any other platform, or Arki, Ryder and Ivarr will hunt u down ;P

Pics done by the amazing @dreamskug. 🤍 🤍 🤍 Arki belongs to @nervouswizardcycle. ❤️ Ryder belongs to me. 🖤

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Give me your faith, something I can believe in And you'll be my family, my brother, my friend Tell me a truth that I find not deceiving Teach me a lesson that I understand Build me a shelter, a place I can dwell in Show me a future that I can enjoy Give me a reason and I'll be your fellow Show me the target I have to destroy Exterminate annihilate destroy Show me my leader and I'll pledge obedience Whisper the name of the enemy mine Blessed be my fate and my tools of expedience I'm going to fulfill what's my mission divine Exterminate annihilate destroy

song link behind the cut (I recommend it)

@dreamskug thank u so so so so so so much for doing those pics! (I owe u aaahh). I expected it would be amazing but THIS up there is eVERYTHING. It's like a lil story. Like the boys get their info at the Afterlife, ready to go and fuck up some gonks, annihilate, exterminate and destroy – just to let everything sink in afterwards with a cigarette, a swig of whiskey enjoying the view of Arki's old home district.

and yes another gift for @nervouswizardcycle thanks to you Dream! <3

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some thought I want to add bc I'm a bit emotional about them too:

Arki and Ryder share a special bond. One that is a bit hard to explain without going into detail. But so much is said: Ry and Arki share a lot together, yet they are different. Only they are able to relate to each other's anger and pain they both feel inside. Once they talked the friendship grows so tight that Ryder will let Arki into 'his family' (the team), let him be 'his friend' and sees him like 'his brother'. Arki had a hard time to become friends with Ry. The opening up 'gave him reason' enough, to be 'his fellow' and make everything right, get rid of both their pain and to fulfill Ryder's most wanted wish: to be free and have his own will again. Ofc Ryder will do the very same for Arki. @nervouswizardcycle and I will do our best to get it into written form and shown in vp in future! So stay tuned.

#cyberpunk 2077 #oc: arki #oc: ryder von scharfenberg #brotp: scorp #masc v #male v #cyberpunk v #original characters #cyberpunk oc #cyberpunk ocs #cyberpunk photomode #virtual photography #DREAM ILU FOREVERRRRRR #Look at those two absolutely badass boys #u have such a magic in ur pics I'm asdfgh #feral for your way of creating vp also

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taegularities · 2 years

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rid my dear if you’re not too busy, and still open for some drabbles, I have a request. All these amc on ry has me feeling soft and gushy, so my request is ry!tae and a!oc on their wedding night 🥹❤️🥰💍💐👀

fic: ruin you and ruined pairing: taehyung x reader (a!oc) genre: established relationship; pure fluff and smut warnings: confessions and a lot of love :(, they're simps for each other, bit of teasing, wedding talk; explicit sexual content: fingering, oral (f.), doggy and missionary <3, spit stuff, brief masturbation, biting (surprise), dom and big dick!tae (surprise pt2.), one pussy slap, he likes her ass, praising, so many petnames, he's actually SOOO fkn sweet :(, unprotected sex (condoms are cool), manhandling, multiple orgasms, lmk if i forgot smth <3 wc: 3k (u don't understand how much i miss them ok) a/n: i've not been feeling so well lately, so i was gonna say no to this request – but this ask stirred something in me, and now i miss them even more :') it's far from perfect, but i hope u still like it hehe i even made a banner !! :D lmk what u think <3 a/n2: the drabble belongs to my ruin you series (linked above), but if u'd like to read it as a standalone, that's totally possible, too! those are just newlyweds very very much in love 🥺

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ask my character! (no drabble requests anymore, please!) <3

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The sly smirk he shoots down to your awaiting body will never not feel new to you.

He towers above you, veined hands under his neck. His fingers slowly work at the buttons that yet keep his skin hidden, and your blood boils. Your heart vibrates. Your eyes dart back and forth between his gaze and his ring finger, now decorated with eternity.

With his shirt down and the melanin popping, he hastily removes his slacks; danger fills his words when his knees hit the mattress and he says, “You looked so gorgeous today.” You hold your breath, shifting back on the bed. “Couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”

“Liar. You were too busy admiring the castle grounds and the fairy lights.”

Your back hits the headboard of the bed, but you don’t remain in the position for long. His strong grip settles around your already bare thighs, pulling you down the bed until you’re flat underneath him.

Drawing closer, he breathes against your skin, hands crawling up from your legs to your tummy and then to your breasts. He’s an enchantment, every single time… and despite the years you spent together, tangled up in your room, you don’t know how your heart will handle his unending affection.

You’re officially his now, aren’t you? Officially officially.

“You loved the lights and the flowers just as much, though, didn’t you?” he asks whenever his lips aren’t kissing down your neck and shoulders.

“I did…” you mumble, focusing on breathing, “didn’t expect anything else from us.”

“It was your idea.”

“No regrets.”

“No,” he places a hand on your cheek, brushing back your hair, “fuck no. Never any regrets.”

Taehyung is impatient today – and that says a lot, considering how he’s still moving slowly, carefully. The hour-long pleasure that usually keeps you awake at night falls away this time; his mouth journeys down your body and to your panties right away.

Wet kisses call goosebumps to the surface of your skin; he moans when you do. His fingers tug at the straps of your bra, pulling it down and freeing your perked nipples. The gust of wind through the open window makes you shiver.

“Today was really fucking long,” you murmur, whimpering when he bites your sides. “Fuck, I—”

“Yes. Yeah, what is it?”

“Can you hurry up?”

“You’re flattering me,” he laughs, hands on your hips as his face settles between your spread legs. “On our first day as a married couple, too.”

“Me telling you to hurry up is flattery to you?”

“Is it not?” He plays around the hem of your panties, and when his fingertips graze the spot near your clit, you almost shut your legs close. “You think hearing you beg for dick isn’t flattery?”

“Not begging…” you insist, though the both of you know just how fast he affects your mind. “Just—”

He slaps your pussy with a layer still inbetween; you yelp, looking down at him with furrowed eyebrows as he says, “I missed this.”

“It’s just been two days.”

“So? I miss you all the damn time.”

“Simp.”

“‘Kay,” he only voices before he buries his nose and mouth in your panties.

He inhales, lips toying with the fabric. Then, his tongue darts out, and you feel it subtly, slowly; your body reacts, and that’s all he wants.

Looking up at you, he finds your eyes closed in delight and lust. He dives in again – and this time, he flattens his tongue over your pussy, the material of your panties harsh against the wet muscle. You squirm, groaning, and your hands rush to his dark hair.

It’s still somewhat hard from the gel his tresses got styled with, but when you look at him, the damn loose strands send you into an endless spiral of craze.

“Taehyung—”

“Mmmh.”

His movements become more urgent; soon, he’s making out with your clothed cunt, nails digging into your legs and hips, and you squirm in his grip. Your reaction sends blood straight from his head to his cock, and when impatience wins once and for all, his face shoots up.

Your limbs are shivering already, your nipples impossibly hard. And with the look you wear, he can’t help but feel his underwear tighten. Nearly ripping your panties off of you, he throws them on the ground before finding his way back home between your thighs.

He doesn’t take a moment or two to prepare you for what’s to come; instead, he pushes your legs back immediately, starting to eat you out like a man starved. His tongue and lips feel soft against your pussy, and he keeps changing the pace.

From fast flicks to slow kisses, he doesn’t leave a spot of you untouched. His mouth glistens from your slick – you can see it even from here – and his hair tickles your pelvis. Nether lips spread, he brings a finger to your entrance, and when he teases it with circling motions, you shut your legs around his ears again.

“Fuck,” he says when he emerges anew for a breath of air. “One more time and I’ll leave you high and dry on your wedding night.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

He smirks. “I wouldn’t, you’re right,” the shake and tilt of his head remind you of the devil; he will eat you alive, you know it, “but don’t you wanna come as many times as possible, baby?”

“Now th–that you say it…” you breathe out when he soothes the crescent moons his nails dug into your skin. “But hurry. Please.”

“‘Yeah, babe.” Taehyung’s finger pushes in between your walls, and your eyes roll back at the pleasant intrusion. “No need to worry at all.”

And then, he’s tongueing at your clit. Drawing patterns, watching you leak, his fingers drenched in arousal to their knuckles. He fucks into you slowly at first before he increases his pace, and with the tension already present in your tummy since dinner, you let go with a snap.

“Ohhhh, you— you fucking demon, I—” is all you manage.

He licks you through your high; you feel the smile against your skin. You might’ve remarked something snarky if he wasn’t robbing every little piece of your sanity.

Cautiously, he watches your expression, a deep crease between your eyebrows that relaxes bit by bit. You look drowsy, kind of hazy – the way you always do when an orgasm shakes your body.

“Baby,” he whispers innocently, and you almost scoff; though your reaction dies immediately when he adds, “Turn around.”

“Huh?”

Taehyung laughs, kissing your cheek, your nose, your forehead before he teases, “You really can’t think anymore, can you?” You let out a small snicker, shaking your head no. “Turn around for me.”

You attempt your best to do a 180, and his hands aid you, flipping you over before he lifts your hips. Balancing your body on your underarms, you throw the hair out of your face, and when you glance back a few seconds later, he’s… fully naked.

Pumping his cock.

Hissing, biting his lip. His jaw is clenched and sharp – you want it to cut you open.

You push your body back, wiggling your ass, but Taehyung’s free hand stops you in your tracks when he grabs a handful of your bum and squeezes hard. You let out a quiet vocal, and he says, “You wanna play with my sanity like that?”

“It’s what I’ll be doing the rest of my life, babe.”

“Good one,” he says, albeit not without a tsk and a roll of his eyes. You don’t see his pupils anymore – but you’re sure he did just that.

You feel the mattress shift when he moves closer; his cock rests between your ass cheeks, moving slowly. Leaking precum sticks hot against your skin, and he leans forwards until his chest almost touches your back.

“Here,” he voices, bringing his fingers to your mouth. “Need a good image of what you can do.”

You want to tell him that he knows exactly what you can do – pictures of his eyes rolled back, his cock throbbing in your mouth, your own eyes watering flash across your mind. The way he grunts and groans when he comes in your throat, his voice as deep as the ocean.

Fuck.

Words die on your tongue when he pushes the digits he fucked you with between your lips. It’s the same as always for you, neutral; your arousal awakens nothing in you. But you know he likes your fragrance, your taste, that it drives him crazy to feel you around him anyhow.

Like now.

You swirl your tongue around his fingers, bobbing your head back and forth, eyelids shut as he moans. You imagine that he’s thrown his head back; feel how rockhard he is for you.

His cock shifts down and prods your entrance – you think he’ll push in when you expect it the least. But instead, he removes his fingers from your mouth and says, “Spit on it.”

Offering his palm, he breathes in deeply again, and you land a blob of spit on his hand before it vanishes from your sight. Craning your neck again, you watch as he spreads it around his dick; veins pulsate along his curved length, and you drool at the size, at the sheer delicacy that’ll ruin you all night.

And then, he moves on the bed again, and you avert your gaze, preparing your body for what’s to come.

Wet and filthy, his cock slides in. A loud mewl of his name falls out of you, and your upper body threatens to drop. He fills you up slowly, knowing you need a moment to adjust to him; and once he’s sheathed himself entirely inside you, he asks, “All good, my love?”

“I’m okay,” you assure, your head spinning, “go ahead. Please.”

And so he does.

Starts fucking into you gently, his hips moving in circles. He watches the way his cock keeps disappearing inside you; listens to the sounds that tumble out of you constantly; sees it when you grab the sheets above your head.

“Can I go—”

“Yeah,” you say, already aware of what he’s going to ask, “harder… faster.”

“Okay. Okay, shit.” He pauses, taking the moment to ram into you hard. “Are you even real? Gonna break the bed, I sw— swear.”

He would. It’s not like he has never torn up the pillows in your bedroom. But if he does it here, the hotel staff might complain, so he better practice control tonight.

Even if you don’t want him to.

Taehyung used to tell you how his biggest flex in bed was composure. How he always knew what he was doing, every move calculated – and how all of this broke once he met you. You’re a fog, he always says. You don’t allow a clear mind… don’t allow calculations.

And you notice it in the way his hips snap against yours; the way he forgets the world around him. You jolt forwards, your legs giving in. But the weakness of your limbs doesn’t discourage him; instead, he falls onto you, careful to not crush you under his weight.

Flat on your tummy, you’re caged between the bed and him, raising your arms higher. And before you know it, his hands have wandered from your waist to your wrists, pinning them down on each side of the pillow.

His cock, impossibly solid and wet, fucks you insane – your thoughts are scattered when the curve of it hits an especially sensitive patch inside you.

And he… not even he can believe that you’re real. His thrusts push your ass upwards, both your bodies sweaty; he loves how you feel wrapped around his thick cock. So he lunges in harder.

You nearly scream, “Taehyung—” Your heart thumps wildly, and his teeth nibble at the shell of your ear, his breathing shallow and irregular against you. “Taehyung, fuck, I…”

“Talk to me. Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“I love you… so— so fucking much.”

You do.

You do, right?

And suddenly… something seems to change in the atmosphere.

Your words trigger something in his heart. Something deeply anchored, yet easy to grasp. The wild hammering of his hips calms down, and the firm grip around your wrists loosens.

“Baby,” he whispers, and you hum, feeble in his presence. “I’m sorry, but… can you— can you turn around again?” You hum again, and he adds, “Wanna see you.”

So you do.

Slowly, with sugar and honey in your eyes. No matter how lewd your actions, your eyes are always deep and dreamy. He thinks he sees your soul through them – shiny and bright, like no one else’s ever.

God, he’s in love with you.

There can’t be a day without you anymore. By the laws of fate and love, there can’t be.

With the tip of his member spreading your pussy again, one of his hands wanders to the nape of your neck. His fingers bury in your hair, his lips grazing yours. He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the very first time – sighs along with you when his dick has vanished inside you again.

And then, before he starts moving once more, he admits, “I love you, too. I love you so much, it hurts.”

It hurts.

Every moment without him. You hate being dependent on people – but Taehyung has a hold on your heart that will keep suffocating you in the most delightful way. If that’s the silent ache love and eternal fondness bring, you don’t ever want your heart to stop bleeding.

Your moans, your whimpers, the crying out of each other’s names continue. The yearning, despite the closeness, doesn’t end. But his ministrations are slower now, his eyes lost in you. He doesn’t stop looking at you.

Only fucks you deeper, his pelvis brushing against your clit, untying the second knot that forms in your stomach. And he says, “I can’t… I cannot believe this.”

“What, baby?” you whisper, pushing the stray hair behind his ears.

“That this is happening…” You know immediately what he means. Not sex. Not intimate moments. You’ve had so many of those. But. “My wife. Aren’t you? My—” A sharp breath falls out of his mouth. “My baby, right? My wife.”

You might tear up… here and now. Your eyes are already welling up, glassier than his – and when he buries his face in your neck, kissing your flesh, you throw your head back. Eyelids flutter shut. The one tear priorly attempting to escape rolls out of your eyes and down your temples.

And when the contact of your skins keeps toying with your clit, you let go again at one particularly effective thrust. His name is all you seem to know – the rest of human language doesn’t make any sense anymore. Your voice breaks, your arms around him so tight that your muscles hurt.

Your husband.

Kim Taehyung.

Kim Taehyung – a man you’ll keep forever. His thoughts, his smile, his touch. A future with him and mini hims.

Yours.

“Fuck, I’m gonna…” he manages, but you barely understand. “I love you. Love you. You feel so good, f—”

You press your lips together, still keening – and when he muffles his sounds against your clavicles, you know he’s close, too. He moves inside you once. Twice. And half a minute later, he’s spilling inside you, his seed hot and plenty.

A palm of yours slides down his body, to the firm muscles of his ass. He raises his head, madness in his eyes; his hair is dishevelled, in urgent need of a wash. But you think he’s prettiest like that.

Drowning in you. Unaware of his surroundings.

Taehyung is in love with you, and you will keep repeating it to yourself until you understand this fact’s reality one day.

“You’re perfect,” he then says.

His cock softens, the sheets damp from your sweat and filth – but right now, you couldn’t care less. His eyes pull you in too much, hypnotising; who could care about anything other than him?

“You are,” you tell him, and he smiles. Pecks your nose, and then stares at you with a blush dusting his cheeks. “And today was perfect, too.”

“It was, yeah? I’m happy if you’re happy, then.”

“You know what I loved the most?”

“Mmh… Slow dancing.”

Your eyes blow wide along with your mouth, and you tilt your head in the pretty way he adores as you say, “How did you know?”

“I saw it the moment we started. I knew you loved it,” he pauses, licks his lips, and you look at his mole for a moment, “but also because it was my favourite part, too.”

You nod slowly, pulling him into you a bit more. “We should slow dance more often, I think.”

“We’ll do anything you like, okay? We have all the time in the world now.”

Once again, you nod, and your eyes shimmer with purity. You’re indescribable – a wonder of nature. One of Monet’s paintings, right out of his mind, personified.

Taehyung never questions where you were all his life. Never thinks you should’ve crossed paths before. Because recalling his past, he doesn’t reckon he would’ve gotten into your heart this deep with the personality he used to wear.

Love had its time – and when the first tries failed, you appeared with a halo over your head.

It’s perfect. Every moment, every kiss, every fight and every piece of you – perfect.

The corners of his lips drop, his eyes suddenly sober. Worry creeps up your heart, and for a second, you fear he might slip back into the anxious moods that used to plague him. So you ask, “What’s wrong?”

But in reality… he and his heart are calm. Pleasant waves of tenderness swim in his eyes. And then…

Then he says, “You’re the love of my life.”

Your heart stops for a moment.

You take a deep breath; your waterline dampens again.

And he continues, “Don’t you ever dare to leave, okay?”

As if anything was easier than that. A request so obvious that you don’t even need to think twice before you promise, “I’d be an idiot if I did.”

That’s what you vowed at your wedding today. That you’d keep the beats of your hearts synchronised. That you’d never let him feel the absence of your warmth. And that you’d keep your fingers tangled with his.

That you’ve fallen for him once – and that you’ll keep falling for him forever.

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please lmk what u think and reblog if u liked it 🥺 !!

#it's not perfect since i wrote it in the last couple of hours but i still hope u enjoy!#*ryamc #fic: ruin you #notes for rid 🌹#anon #taehyung smut #taehyung fluff #taehyung x reader #bts smut #bts fluff

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sholmeser · 6 months

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THANK YOU finally someone here has a good take regarding the "haha barok and kazuma violently hate each other" thing?? ppl insisting that their dynamic post-game is always gonna keep being the exact same as when they're at their most extreme emotional states just... baffles me, especially since they're literally shown to be civil to each other right afterwards. it's Right There! idk why so many ppl ignore this! in general their circumstances are so unique that it's a huge disservice to boil them down just to being haters.. like yeah they're gonna be huge mess after everything, but not in the way that fandom usually potrays them. if kazuma fully hated the guy i don't think he'd insist on keeping the apprenticeship the way he did in game. sorry if any of this makes no sense, i have too much bottled up rage regarding fandom nonsense. nuance and character growth are nonexistent to people here

also scrolled through your other posts a tiny bit and i feel you, it truly is hard to be in this fandom and not be an as//ry liker, especially if you're a kazuma enjoyer. difficulty level: impossible. you're not alone tho! :')

sorry for leaving this in your inbox, hope you have a nice day/night!!

ANON….THANK U…..i feel like a big problem with the dgs fandom in particular is that they dont really consider how 2-5 affects character dynamics post-canon? because all the change is right there. ive talked about this but its like portraying kazuma’s relationship with ryuunosuke as Exactly The Same post-canon when it would be DRASTICALLY different despite them still loving each other very much, because ryuunosuke now sees all of kazuma. he was only seeing a very small part of who he was before, and his entire perception of his best friend got dismantled and replaced by a completely different one in a really short period of time.

the exact same is true for kazuma and barok: they have despised each other so deeply and irrevocably for a DECADE and now suddenly they have to accept the fact that nobody really did anything wrong. kazuma tried to send barok to his death, but he was doing it out of grief and rage built up over ten years. barok convicted genshin and that led to him dying, but he was young and naïve and grieving and being manipulated by stronghart the entire time. genshin killed klint but he did so honorably. klint was a murderer but all he wanted was to make his home a better place for the people in it. its all so complicated and nobody is completely innocent or completely at fault. everyone did something wrong for good reasons and everyone did something good for the wrong reasons. it’s too nuanced of a situation for them to truly go on hating each other the way they used to, because they’re both MATURE ADULTS who can understand the intricacies of the situation.

do i think they dunk on each other post-canon? i mean. yes. obviously. do i think they HATE each other, still, to this inane degree? no. obviously. their relationship is going to be strained. there’s literally no way that it wouldn’t be. but they respect each other, they hold each other in high regard, and they’re respectful. and it sucks because these changes in dynamics are literally SHOWN at the end of 2-5 but people just like. cant. comprehend them. like i just don’t get it. also if kazuma is going to hate anyone in the cast its going to be herlock like he fucking SHIPPED HIS AMNESIAC CORPSE TO CHINA and never apologized for it i would NOT be letting that go anytime soon

#anon show yourself please talk to me + have a good day/night too #barok van zieks #kazuma asougi #baroaso #< again just like. meta #02 #ace attorney #dgs2 spoilers #asks #myne

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clovesnz · 4 months

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Little ramble navel-gazing about the kink heh ~

cw for describing past feelings of shame and the internet being a shithole

Do y’all ever wonder like, how many people are out there who have a snz kink/fet but have never found the online communities? Like statistically how many people do we think are adults and have it but just have never looked for anything about it online? I mean if u are somewhere without internet access or somewhere where those communities are inaccessible that would be an obvious reason not to, but I’m super curious if there are people who could but have just suppressed it or never thought to look.

Cause like, I’ve noticed I was kind of a late bloomer in terms of when I found some of these spaces. I was too scared to type the words “sneeze fetish” into google until I was 17 or 18. Before then my only exposure to people who liked snz was the comments on snz content creators’ YouTube videos, which…didn’t give me the best overall impression about others with the kink. I think it added a lot to my shame, honestly, having that be my only conception of people “like me.” Like it was pretty much just that, and that awful p/ewdiepie video (blah 😵‍💫). Those were my only two frames of reference for how others responded to this interest. Not fun.

It was actually that T/ry G/uys podcast episode I’ve mentioned before that made me finally do it. They had a viewer write in talking about their sneezing kink in a very “so here’s something funny” sort of way, and they were all super cool and normal and sweet about it. And so only then did I search something like “I’m ashamed of my sneezing fetish” into an incognito tab, and that ended up leading me to the forum, and then a year or so later the forum led me to snzblr. But I sometimes wonder, like, if I hadn’t seen that podcast episode, how much longer would it have taken me? Would I still be mostly in the dark about it?

Anyhow, even though I sometimes go through slumps of not posting or interacting much, I’m still incredibly grateful to have found this place and all its debauchery, it’s been so integral in my learning self acceptance and understanding my sexuality and honestly when I was younger I don’t think I ever dreamed to find this level of community around something that I, at the time, felt so alone in.

#snz #snzblr #snzfucker #sneeze kink #snz things #sorry guys guess I’m in a reflecting sort of mood #as per usual tbh

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kanayatherainbowdrinker · 1 year

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Hi kanaya!! What are some of your favorite ships :0

KANAYA: Oh My Gog Someone Finally Asks This KANAYA: Ikna Hold On My Head Hurts KANAYA: ... KANAYA: ... KANAYA: ... DOLOROSA: Sy Will Be Several Minutes Dear Fro+m What Sy Has Discussed With Me Sylph Otp Is Sylphself And Wife Terezi Pyro+pe DOLOROSA: Sy Finds Vriska Exceptio+nally Attractive But Certainly Deserves Better Theres Two+ Ways In Sylph Mind To+ Lo+o+k At The Upheaval That Ended Their Moirallegience What Is Explicitly Sho+wn Or What May Be Inferred By Taking A Deeper Dive Into Sylphs Character DOLOROSA: As Open And Upfro+nt As Kanaya Behaves Its Certainly Rather Surprising Vriska Had No+ Idea Abo+ut Kanayas Po+tentially Flushed Feelings So+ Sy Mo+st Likely Mentio+ned The Po+ssibility At One Time Ho+ping The Dress Wo+uld Be Vriskas Request And Indirect Attempt At Opening That Line Fro+m Co+nciliato+ry To+ Co+ncupiscent... DOLOROSA: Ho+wever I Digress Sy Enjo+ys Co+ping With What Isnt Likely To+ Be... As Its Not Strictly Flushed But Actually Vascillatio+n To+ No+ Fo+reseeable End DOLOROSA: Kanaya Finds Co+mfo+rt With Ro+se But Even Tho+ugh A Do+o+med Timeline Can Never Find True Safety Because Of Her Alco+ho+lism Despite Having Sufficient Enjo+yment During Their Mo+re Unhinged Escapades DOLOROSA: So+metime After On Earth C With Vriskas Return VrisKanRo+seRezi Happened Fo+r A Time Which Ended Up With VrisRo+se And KanRezi As They Grew To+gether As Peo+ple DOLOROSA: Kanaya Enjo+yed Sylph Friendship With So+llux As Kids Even Teaching Him Ho+w To+ Co+de With Sylph Expert Understanding Of Weaving Devices Ho+wever They Drifted Apart When Karkat Entered The Picture Sy Enjo+yed Being Terezis Mo+rtician Fo+r Their Scalemates Ho+wever Teenage Drama With Vriska Happened Preventing Any Deeper Bo+nd At The Time DOLOROSA: Thankfully Kanaya Has Karkat No+w To+ Go+o+f Aro+und With As Sylph Moirail But Always Feels Co+nfused At The Bo+nd He Shares With Dave Always Wo+ndering If June Wo+uld Be A Better Match DOLOROSA: Sy Gave Up Auspisticism Realizing Sy Fo+und The Quandrant Unfulfilling Fo+r The Many Instances Sy Was Simply Used And Fo+rgo+tten Altho+ugh Sy Occassio+nally Suppo+rts VrisRo+se To+ What Extent Its Perplexing To+ State DOLOROSA: I Believe Sy Is Almo+st Ready To+ Chime In Altho+ugh Po+rrim Wishes To+ Disgustingly Gush Abo+ut The Wannable Redglare... PORRIM: Do+lo+ro+sa please yo+u have no+ idea ho+w stro+ng my pyre of lo+ve for Latula Pyro+pe burns. Yo+u wish Redglare wasn't an abso+lute 0+ when it co+mes to+ radness! DOLOROSA: ... DOLOROSA: ... DOLOROSA: Redglare Fucked Yo+ur Mo+m Theyre Incredible PORRIM: OH mo+m shut up! KANAYA: Will You Two Please Calm Down I Wish To Share My Ships With My Blagosphere As The Cool Kids Deem It KANAYA: Well I Love My Wife Terezi KANAYA: Other Than That I Think Calliope And Roxy Are Wonderful Together Feferi And Nepeta Should Spend More Time Together KANAYA: Ive Made A Friend Recently Thats Given Me Courage To Enjoy My Otp Its Rather Freeing I Would Surmise To Be Open About These Thoughts

#A Pyre For My Auspicious Passion #Kanaya Maryam #kanrezi #the dolorosa #dologlare #porrim maryam #portula #When I Consider Vriskas Cerulean Blood #I Feel As Though This Conversation Has Utterly Outmaneuvered My Constructive Involvement #Rainbow Drinkers And Flora Basking Beneath The Blistering Alternian Sun As One #Mcfussyfangs Zeal For Designing Fanciful Fabrics

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reyzxzc · 2 months

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birthdays

summary: reese’s birthday posts for cutter and ryan, as their birthdays are only two days apart.

contains; instagram, fluff, cussing, some homophobia towards them being polly.

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reese.porter just posted

reese.porter

caption: birthday!! happy 20th cutter, i’m so proud of you and your accomplishments. i love you so much and im so happy i get to call you my boyfriend. i hope 20 treats you well, love you!

tagged// @/cuttergauthier_

comments:

cuttergauthier_: thank you reese! i love you too

- reese.porter: always! ♥️

ryan.leno_4: birthday!!

liked by creator

username: i love their relationship. reese, cut, and ryan. couple goals

- username: i dont understand it, but i support

username: happy birthday cutter!!

username: don’t understand how you can be in a relationship with two people. that’s technically cheating.

- reese.porter: hi! hate to break it to you, that it not cheating! polyamory is a relationship of 3 or more partners, poly meaning many.

_willsmith2: cutter birthday- 20!

- reese.porter: whys will smith here?

- _willsmith2: gtfo

username: happy birthday cutter!!

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reese.porter just posted

reese.porter

caption: birthday!! baby’s 19, happy 19 ryan!! i love you ryan, and i’m so proud of you. you’ve done amazing things in your life already. proud to call you mine. i love you ry. here’s to 19.

tagged// @/ryan.leno_4

comments:

ryan.leno_4: your captions are corny.

- reese.porter: bud when i see you i will mash your head into a damn cake.

- ryan.leno_4: ??

username: them>>

username: kisses to the crowd!

ryan.leno_4: thank you, reesie

- reese.porter: always

cuttergauthier_: birthday boy

_willsmith2: THAT SHOULD BE ME HOLDING YOUR HAND THAT SHOULD HE ME MAKING U LAUGH 😭

- reese.porter: gtfo of my comments

- ryan.leno_4: hit me up will

- gabeperreault44: um hello??

- _willsmith2: i’ll hit u up too

- reese.porter: omfg wtf is this? and why is it in my comments.

- cuttergauthier_: the all freshman line falling for each other

username: will, gabe, and ryan are in love confirmed.

- reese.porter: my own bf doesn’t even love me.

#reese porter au #hockey #nhl #nhl players #nhl fic #ryan leonard #cutter gauthier #gabe perreault #will smith #college hockey #boston college #poly relationship #polyamory #polyamourous

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againtodreaming · 8 months

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hiii :3 for the 3 things ask game hehe (it's nice that you found this in my blog again, i tried to find it but couldn't lmao ;-;)

3 things you are the most passionate about

3 topics you’d love to learn more about

3 quotes that have a special place in your life

Hiii Johnny!! :D Tysm for the asks <33

@vinylbiohazard you also asked this one:

3 things you are the most passionate about:

idk like, fiction-fandoms-writing-art like all that storytelling emotion stuff?

learning

family/friends

3 topics you’d love to learn more about

History

Literature

Anthropology

3 quotes that have a special place in your life:

Edit: WHY DID U ASK ME THIS?!? 😭 You are going to kill me but anyways—:

Edit #2: ………ended up deciding to go big or go home during the last quarter of my time spent on this response so ahh…beware? ┐('～`;)┌ (^◇^；)

…okay so I tried to pick a few but I can’t, okay? 🥲 I’m indecisive and my quotes would feel so betrayed if I picked one over the other one so I’ll just break the rules and put…every quote that came to mind (and then I had to look them up bc I only got a few of them completely memorized):

Nakahara Chūya:

“When I consider, it's easy. / In the end it's a question of will. / I must muddle through. / As long as I do that, it's all right, // I think but nonetheless, / that winter evening when I was twelve. / The steam whistle that echoed / in the sky above the port, where is it now?” Innocent Song

“O song of the skies, song of the sea, / I think I now understand the essence of beauty, / Even so, it’s tough, I can’t escape this idleness!” Exhaustion

“I am not completely quiet in the midst of that desolation. / I am seeking something, always seeking something / in the midst of this terrible immobility, but also terribly impatient. / For the sake of this, my appetites and lusts are as nothing.” The Voice of Life (this one is translated by Paul Mackintosh and Maki Sugiyama and there is also a version of this in the latest Ry Beville translation but I read this one first and I like better how it flows so yep, went with this translation) (...I really need to learn Japanese to read the original sobs) (if it wasn't so long, I would also add part III of The Voice of Life here) (...and some other parts…a lot of parts…these poems are just so good, okay? 😭💖)

“O eyes of mine, wide open with doubt, / O eyes, momentarily unmoving while wide open, / O heart, trusting too much beyond my self, / O expectation of mine, you old, dark air, / Be gone from me, be gone! / I entertain myself with nothing but my meager dreams” – Poem of the Sheep (I memorized this one with another translation but this is from the bilingual edition/new translations by Ry Beville book so yeah, chose this translation for now)

“Today, though, I return to who I am / Like a stretched rubber band released // And thus, from the window of this idleness / I spread out my index finger like a folding fan, // Inhale blue skies imbibe the calm / And like a frog afloat on water // I see the stars of night come night / O depths of sky, the depths of sky.” Exhaustion (I have several faves in Exhaustion but yeah, I would say these 2 are the ones I like most? …okay, only the ones I had mostly memorized bc every line is amazing) (also memorized the earlier translation but this is the one in the new translations book so–)

…can't resist, last one, promise, this one is also from The Voice of Life: “No matter what, it is indescribable! / Sometimes I want to explain it briefly, but / since it’s inexplicable, indescribable, I believe my life is worth living. / That’s reality! Unsullied happiness! Anything anyhow is good!” (honestly, just this entire poem)

(Spring Day’s Caprice is also amazing, doesn’t rank as high as the poems I mentioned above but still, the only reason I’m not adding it here too is bc I can’t pick a verse without feeling I’m doing it a complete injustice bc it’s…like you need to read it whole. Like, the same goes for the other poems but this one is like…it feels too much like a united progression to be able to take a quote away, it would feel like taking the meaning away ig?)

Alice in Wonderland:

“I knew who I was this morning, but I've changed a few times since then.” (stuck with me when I first read when I was like 10 or 11 maybe and and even more relatable now)

“That's just the trouble with me, I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.” (this one echoes in my head every time I don’t follow my own advice 😅)

Dazai Osamu: BSD:

“But your anguish isn’t yours alone. What should one do, when what they want to be isn’t what they’re best at? Everyone fights, searching for the correct way to live their lives. What do they seek by fighting? How ought they live? No one can say. All we have is the right to waver. Like stray dogs that have hit rock bottom.” (gave me hope and some direction)

Schoolgirl (blaming @yumaisbored—hope u don't mind the tag 😅—for it becoming a favorite look how many quotes I copied here and I highlighted a lot more bc there was just so much, this one stabbed me straight through the heart and I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT o(*>ω<*)o) (most of these ones are too long to have memorized and I haven’t read this a million times like I’ve done with my favorite Nakahara’s poems but I remembered the gist of each one and just had to look up my highlighted in orange parts) (this story has no right to be so relatable):

“The truth is that I secretly love what seems to be my own individuality, and I hope I always will, but fully embodying it is another matter. I always want everyone to think I am a good girl.”

“Let me be natural, let me be genuine."

“I didn't know whether it was better to maintain a fierce distinction between yourself and your acquaintances in society in order to deal with and respond properly to things in a pleasant manner, or rather never to hide yourself, to remain true to yourself always, even if they say bad things about you.”

“My face was like that of a stranger. An animated face, liberated from my own sadness and pain and seemingly disconnected from such feelings.”

“I felt like trying to cry. I held my breath for a good while, in order to make my eyes bloodshot, and I thought I might be able to squeeze out a tear, but it was no good. Maybe I've turned into an impassive girl.”

“There I go again—pondering the purposelessness of my day-to-day life, wishing I had more ambition, and lamenting all the contradictions in myself—when I know it's just sentimental nonsense. All I'm doing is indulging myself, trying to console myself.”

“I envy such a rigorously efficient and disciplined daily existence. It must be easier to relax when someone always told you who you are and what to do. For instance, right now, if I wanted to do nothing, then I could just do nothing. My circumstances are such that I could be as bad as I wanted, but then again, if I felt like studying, I could study for as many hours on end as I liked. If someone were to give me a particular limit to abide by—to start here and use this much effort and finish there—you have no idea how much it would assuage my mind. I think I rather would appreciate a certain amount of constraint. I read in a book somewhere that soldiers in battle at the front had only one desire, to sleep soundly, and while on one hand I feel sorry for those soldiers, I am also terribly envious of them. To break free from this vexatious and awful never-ending cycle, this flood of outrageous thoughts, and to long for nothing more than simply to sleep—how clean, how pure, the mere thought of it is exhilarating. If someday I could live a military life, and be disciplined harshly, then I just might be capable of being a self-contained, beautiful daughter.”

“In my heart, I worry about Mother and want to be a good daughter, but my words and actions are nothing more than that of a spoiled child. And lately, there hasn't been a single redeeming quality about this childlike me. Only impurity and shamefulness. I go about saying how pained and tormented, how lonely and sad I feel, but what do I really mean by that? If I were to speak the truth, I would die. While I am perfectly aware of what I should do, I can't even utter the words. All I do is feel wretched, and in the end I fly into a rage—I mean, really, it's as if I were crazy.”

“I'm sorry, I formed the words softly. I only ever think of myself, I thought, I let myself be coddled by her to my heart's content, and then take such a reckless attitude with her. I can't begin to imagine how hurtful or painful it must be for her, instead I always avoid thinking about it.”

“Nobody in the world understood our suffering. In time, when we became adults, we might look back on this pain and loneliness as a funny thing, perfectly ordinary, but—but how were we expected to get by, to get through this interminable period of time until that point when we were adults? There was no one to teach us how. Was there nothing to do but leave us alone, like we had the measles? But people died from the measles, or went blind. [...] But if those people were to think about it from our perspective, and see how we had tried to endure despite how terribly painful it all was, and how we had even tried to listen carefully, as hard as we could, to what the world might have to say, they would see that, in the end, the same bland lessons were always being repeated over and over, you know, well, merely to appease us.”

["You said you wanted summer shoes, so I looked for some while I was in Shibuya today. Shoes have gotten expensive, too, haven't they."

"It's okay, I don't really want them anymore."

"But don't you need them?"

"I guess so."]

Extra:

No Longer Human: “The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded even by happiness”

Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights:

“at this moment a thousand valves have opened in my head, and I must let myself flow in a river of words, or I shall choke” “allow me, Nastenka, to tell my story in the third person, for one feels awfully ashamed to tell it in the first person” “I was already regretting that I had gone so far, that I had unnecessarily described what had long been simmering in my heart” “Because it begins to seem to me at such times that I am incapable of beginning a life in real life, because it has seemed to me that I have lost all touch, all instinct for the actual, the real; because at last I have cursed myself; because after my fantastic nights I have moments of returning sobriety, which are awful!” “And one asks oneself where are one's dreams. And one shakes one's head and says how rapidly the years fly by! And again one asks oneself what has one done with one's years. Where have you buried your best days? Have you lived or not?” “But how fine joy and happiness makes any one! How brimming over with love the heart is! One seems longing to pour out one's whole heart; one wants everything to be gay, everything to be laughing. And how infectious that joy is!” (I was actually only looking for the ones in red but I passed through the other ones while I was looking for them and like…i mean, what was i supposed to do?!? Leave them behind?!? …okay probably but like look at them!! How could I?!)

“You'll never know if you can fly unless you take the risk of falling.” – Dick Grayson, The Secret Origin of Nightwing

…okay, the entire lyrics of Hourglass by Set It Off but if I had to pick a verse…oof, okay, your fault, you asked and there are just so many good lines and I can’t decide so umm, yep, I already have like 1 and a half pages of quotes so who cares at this point, right? (why did u ask me this 😭😭😭) (edit: now it's like 3 pages and smth ashdjdjsndjsj) (i'm doing the quotes part in google docs) so here is practically half the song:

How did we get so jaded? I don't know / Was it the white lies feeding our egos? / I never valued minutes I burned through / Is that just how it goes? / Seconds I wasted, I was fixated / You're devastated, sorry to say / I can't fix it, is this where I give in? // I'm falling through the hourglass / And I don't think I'll ever make it back / So I throw stones at walls I'll never climb / Victim to the sands of time / Falling through the hourglass, the hourglass // Time is strange, it's ever flowing, never going back / It moves but only in one way / Turn the page, look back at what you wrote / Do you still feel the same? / I'll bet your mind has changed

#sorry this is so late!! asdfgh #but here it is!!#finally done lol #mila habla #asks

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itlivesproject · 1 year

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SPOILER CHAPTER 16

ilw!mc calling fake!annie a bitch immeadly after bawling her eyes out while saying goodbye to her ghost was soooooo funny like sarcastic mc is so above everything and everyone i love her!!

also the dream sequence.... I WAS READY TO END IT ALL AFTER I STABBED ILITW!MC !! IT WAS THAT SERIOUS TO ME, OKAY??!?! cant wait to see how it is if noah is a ghost. ugh this whole situation with the rituals to bring both mcs back was so perfectly done, the way it all tied up together. i will not rest until i discover all the ways things could go different

AND THE END??? I WAS SO EUPHORIC MY MIND WAS BLANK, MY WIG WAS GONE, MY MOUTH? ON THE FLOOR!!!! im a shadow girl on my main so when the truth was shown i was omg??? i literally do not exist.???? abel fucked a concept, whattt?!?

it was so good it felt like the last chapter to end with a BANG!

(also im a noah x ilitw!mc whore first and a lucas stan second so when noah went to grab alive!mc after the ritual i was like 😭🥰🤧 but then i imagined lucas staring at them like 😀🙂😐🤨 and i can't help but feel bad for him... welp! i would do it again lol)

this is one of the moments where i wish i could donate money for this amazing team. cant believe it is fucking pix**b**ry thats preventing me 😭 so im just gonna send all my love for u and im gonna manifest a happy and fulfilling life for making and being so hardworking to make a game that until last year was just wishful thinking. the memories i'll have about playing ilw will forever be burned in my head and cherised in my heart. good luck for the writing of the remaining 2 chapters, i hope you guys are getting enough rest and living your lives to the fullest! you guys already did soooooo well.

i hope my attempt at english is understandable!

hugs and lots of love from cookie anon 🍪

thank you for the love and good vibes and manifestations and the lovely lovely reactions lsdkfj I love reading your guys's reactions to everything!! we're gearing up for the final act... and things will just get more wild from here heheh. pumped for saturday!

#ask #cookie anon #mod win

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unlimitedhorsepower · 5 months

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Mega hater post incoming that only I care abt BTW!!!!!

Every time I see or in any way sense ry*n/k*rina (romantically) I feel much like a rabid animal. I logically understand some people I guess think Ryan is 20 years old but it's just not realistic......

Karina deserves to have some guy in her life who sees her as a normal person instead of in any way romantic/sexual light bc of her fucked up idol/sexualized nurse hero gimmick. And that person is Ryan

Ry*n/k*rina is kinda the ship u make when u wanna conceptualize a hetship as "He gets pegged" And there is no further substance. These two have nothing to offer to each other. Except Ryan treating Karina like a normal person and like. The bar is literally on the floor.

However Karina has nothing to offer to Ryan like yknow. Ryan goes to 1000 dates and travels around the globe and lives independently and has a life and Oh he kinda also almost died. Meanwhile Karina has an unattainable crush on a middle-aged man who misses his dead wife. I'm sorry but she is entirely out of her depth here

Ryan does seem like a generic fuckboy but the point is that he isn't....there is no highshool romance to be found here.... He's actually insightful and nice in his own way and he is also really weird and doesn't know how to act normal which gets him in trouble.

I get stomachache when any of my senses catch a whiff of this ship. Suddenly I feel as if Ryan is an unicellular amoeba and not fit to have a rlship of any kind..please leave him.outside in the rain in a wet cardboard box all alone its what he deserves

I feel like there's so many interesting Ryan dynamics too like even funny ones like Antonio or something. Just do it. Anything but his buddy hero. And s2 rly threatened me with them too bc idfk what they're smoking but idfk what they wanted to do.

Thank you audiodrama abt advising Keith about love that included romance mentions and also zero ry*n/k*rina moments I love you

#gabriels ramblings

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phoenixrising0308 · 2 years

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The Promise (Part 1): Heirloom

Books: The Royal Romance

Rating: M (Mature content and implied sexual activities)

Pairing: Liam & Jessica (MC)

The Promise - Series premise: Two signet rings, one engagement ring, and a pearl tell a story of love and responsibility, and ask the question: what does it mean to choose duty over love. Catch up here and check out the story inspiration here.

The Promise is based on my Agent Phoenix A/U is a story in-between. This series was written before the disclosure of Liam’s mother’s name. I have named her Lily.

Detailed disclaimer

Triggers: None identified by the author in this chapter

A/N: Thank you to my beta reader. This series would not be possible without you.

Word count: 3,821 *As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*

Reading time: 5 minutes.

Years ago…

Forgotten Falls -

Constantine gazed at the woman across from him; she was young and beautiful, her eyes and expression filled with hope. Her hair was strands of gold that cascaded down her neck; her blue eyes were as clear as the water splashing the coastline of Cordonia. He held her hands in his, clasping them together as he spoke. “I know that you are young, and this is all new to you, but you have asked this of me, and I will keep this promise to you.”

He unclasped their hands for her to see the ring he dropped into her soft palms. “This will all be yours. I’m happy that it will be. You will no longer be a Countess but my Queen. What can I give my bride as a gift? Ask me, and I shall not refuse.”

Leo’s Social Season

The Royal Vault

The glass-enclosed cases were filled with valuable pieces of heirloom jewelry from Queens and Kings of long ago. Some of the items were the spoils of victory; some acquired through dowries, several had been commissioned—others had been inherited through loss or seized from their owners. They now all belonged to the Rys line of succession and their future heirs.

On this night, His Royal Highness Leo Rys was to choose such an heirloom to adorn the finger of a woman who would not only be his wife but the Queen of Cordonia. The power she would yield would be second only to his. It was a decision that was not to be taken lightly. She would have to navigate the challenges of his social season and gain the council’s approval. Love wasn’t a requirement; it would only be an unintended positive consequence of the union.

Their decision was unanimous. The woman chosen to be his fiancé was Madeleine Amaranth, The Countess of Fydelia. She had a history with the prince—Leo knew her well enough to share nights with her, but he often felt the bed was cold.

“My dear boy, she is an excellent choice. It seems you hit it off well, which means you get to choose your bride and not worry about a marital alliance,” King Constantine said to his eldest son.

Leo hesitated, an uneasy look on his face before asking, “Father, what about Liam?”

“Liam understands duty. I will try to work on finding him a match. The one he had hoped for has declined our offer. He had affections for her but Liam’s position compared to that of Achilles’ son was no comparison. Perhaps because you did not invite her to our social season. There are treaties to be signed and lands to claim. Liam will have to accept his fate and his position within this family.”

“Father, I would never try to use my position to seek an arrangement Liam would not be satisfied with.”

Constantine hummed to himself before explaining, “Do you see how our world works, Leo? Isabella was sold and bought by the highest bidder. She will be married to the crown prince of Auvernal, Bradshaw Achilles. Engagement rings are a promise to marry, my boy. Think of what ring shall adorn her left ring finger, for it will one day be a hand that will rest upon our throne.”

Leo took a deep breath before his eyes set on a distinctly glamorous emerald-cut yellow diamond ring; it was surrounded by pavé-set diamonds framed in white and yellow gold. The stone was only found naturally in The Kingdom of Valencia, where its original owner had once lived. It was a ring Leo remembered from long ago—the owner would stroke his cheek and kiss him every night as a child. She lovingly called him her ‘el meu noi d’ulls blaus,’ which meant ‘my blue-eyed boy’ in the native tongue of Catalan. His memory was fuzzy, but he carried what he recalled of her in his heart. It belonged to the exiled Queen Elisa Rys—his Mother, once known as Countress Elisa De Agron.

Leo picked up the ring, watching it sparkle in the light. Leo remembered her departure despite the gaslighting Constantine attempted upon him. Constantine had told Leo his entire life that his mother abandoned them, but he knew differently. He recalled being woken from his sleep by his mother at his bedside, tears falling from her cheeks onto his face while she told him that she loved him. Her words had been panicked and rushed because she worried that she wouldn’t have time for a proper goodbye as she spoke to him in the language she taught him. Leo listened intently to the secrets she shared with her only son. The Queen had been a mere child herself when she was sold into marriage. He was all she had in a strange new world she was to help lead. She hoped that he would be treated with kindness and love. Constantine had betrayed her and knew she wanted a better fate for her son. To not have his life dictated, that he should be able to live it as he chooses.

“My beautiful boy, listen closely to me. Things don’t make sense right now, especially to a child. But you are brilliant enough to hear it,” she whispered, sniffling as she brushed his hair.

A little Leo looked at her fearfully. “Momma, you’re scaring me.” He spoke to her in her native language that he still vaguely remembered.

She hushed him as she kissed his forehead before laying her face against his. He still remembered her perfume, her blonde hair framing her face, her soothing voice. They all felt like a distant memory now, but it was something he faintly recalled enough to alter his perception forever.

“I know. I don’t want to frighten you, but I don’t have a choice now…” She seemed desperate and scared.

She opened his tiny hand and slipped a delicate ring into his palm, clasping his hand around it with her own.

“Keep this dear to you, my blue-eyed boy. Hold onto this, and one day, give it to a woman that deserves your heart. Someone that you love so much, you couldn’t imagine your life without them. I had no choice. I want you to have a choice.”

“Momma—” His voice wavered with uncertainty.

She said, “Promise to give this ring to someone you can keep your promises to. Whenever you see this, think of me, and know how much I will think of you always and hope that one day you are able to find me. Don’t believe the lies and talk about me. I wanted to take you with me. Leo, live your life. Find me. Be brave for your momma.” Her voice cracked as tears pricked Leo’s eyes.

“Mommy! Don’t go—”

Leo had so many questions, but his five-year-old mind just couldn’t comprehend. It was all interrupted by the King’s guard as they forcefully removed her from his chamber. All of that happened while Leo pleaded for them to not take her, asked a million questions as to where she was going, and he could still hear her yelling out to him as she was removed. He asked his father where she was taken. Each mention of her would sour his father. One day, Constatine found him crying alone in his room for his Mother, and he was slapped for it. A reminder that if men didn’t get to cry, then boys weren’t allowed to either. It was cruelty he suffered that silenced him and permanently sealed itself into his mind. He was told Kings had to bury emotion, and he needed to learn to do that, even as a child. Weeks later, the ring disappeared from where he had hidden it.

He knew, deep down inside, that his father was to blame. Angering his father would not bring his Mother back nor force Constantine to allow him to see her. So, he did as he was told and buried his emotions. Seeing the ring made a lump form in his chest as it took him back to being that scared and sad child, wanting nothing but his Mother to be with him again.

Today, Leo brought his social season to an end. He would have to make a promise to marry. The Crown Prince had no choice but to silence his inner child; he swallowed thickly as he thought of his Mother’s words. The more he thought, the more he was unsure. Did he even love Madeleine? Despite the physical resemblance, she was not his Mother. His Mother was warm, kind, and vibrant… Madeleine was anything but. So why was he willing to take a plunge into a lifelong commitment with someone he wasn’t even sure about?

Leo took a seat before the case; his mind was flooded with thoughts. I don’t know if I even want this life… Madeleine has zero emotions; she just lays there and waits. I can’t live my life making love to someone who thinks it’s an act of patriotism to sleep with me in order to carry my child. I don’t even know if I want children. Liam… Isabella. God, maybe he saved himself from that fate. It was his first time, and he just said it was okay. He said he was looking for warmth, for tenderness, for excitement. He thought there would be more to this experience. There is so much more to the experience. Sex is great, foreplay is great. Pleasing her and being pleased. I can’t imagine a life without someone enjoying themselves with me. Cordonian women are so prude. I suppose that’s why there are Cordionian arrangements.

“Boy, pick a ring,” Constantine snapped, unamused as he watched his son holding on to Queen Elisa’s ring. “Madeleine is not like your mother, she understands the inner workings of the court. She will not evade responsibility; she will be loyal. She will give you everything you could desire for your station in life. Something your Mother never had the grace to give.”

Leo faltered at the nasty remarks about his Mother, thinking to himself: Station in life. I want someone to want me. That loves me with every ounce of herself. Can we learn to love each other like that?

Leo put his Mother’s ring down, not willing to part with something so valuable to him for a woman he had lukewarm feelings for. She doesn’t deserve this. If I wasn’t a royal, would she even look at me? She just wants me for what I can place upon her head someday as opposed to a ring of something that binds us together. A ring is a thousand times more valuable than a crown.

It created an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Was he willing to give up the fun? The adventure? The passion? All for a crown he never asked for and a wife that may not even love him?

He scanned the case and made a simple choice for his plain, uneventful wife: a halo diamond-cut engagement ring set in white gold. There were other gems of color, no personal touches. Nothing like the one that belonged to his Mother. He would reserve that ring for a daughter or a niece in the future. Hopefully, this court and their Mother wouldn’t taint their spirit as well.

The thought disturbed him more than he cared to admit as they left the vault.

Grand Hall

“I choose Countess Madeleine,” Leo announced, even though it hardly felt like a good choice. He looked into Madeleine’s eyes, desperate to see a spark of love, but there was nothing. She looked cold as a small but wicked smile formed across her lips. The Countess looked like she had won a prize as opposed to being asked to spend the rest of her life with the man she loved and adored.

Leo scanned the room, looking for confirmation of sorts that he had made the right choice. Then he saw his little brother across the room standing with his childhood friend. He stood there smiling at him, clapping with the crowd, but somehow, he could see the sadness in his eyes. Liam was to be a part of a marriage alliance; he likely wouldn’t even meet his bride. Leo couldn’t help but feel sadness for a blissfully unaware Liam, who would also be used by his father in this game. I don’t want to be a King, and I don’t want Liam to be forced to marry someone he doesn’t even get to know. Maybe this isn’t what it should be.

Months later…

Liam held his phone to his ear. “Leo, it’s okay. I’m over it. So, she is married to Bradshaw now. Thank God, I got to sit that one out.”

Leo sighed as he listened to the clear disappointment in his brother’s voice; he was an awful liar. Leo was currently on the Greek coast, trying to stay low after what had happened. After all, his father was so furious with him, and the tabloids were eating his abdication up. Madeleine was just… cold. She glared at him not like a scorned woman when he announced the wedding was off, but like a woman that had just lost a round of chess.

Liam sighed as he spoke, “When I think about it, the sparks weren’t there. I just wanted to connect with someone, you know? I thought this was what connection was. I’m not missing anything, but you have a chance…”

Peering at the sun setting over the waves from the comfort of his balcony, Leo changed the subject. “You should be here, little bro; the sun is fucking amazing.” He paused, a smile forming on his lips. “Anyways, her name is Katie. It feels right, you know… being with her.”

Liam mumbled back on the line, “That’s nice.”

“Liam, you need to step out of your shell more,” Leo replied, hoping his little brother could find what he was starting to feel for Katie.

Liam sighed. “Yes, but who is right for me? I don’t get to do this organically. All these women are handpicked for the main purpose of producing an heir. I just hope we can learn to love each other.”

Leo thought for a moment. It was true, but he still felt love could be possible for his brother. “Little brother, love isn’t an arrangement. It’s destiny. It’s two people being somewhere at the same time falling for each other. You can still find that, even if the choices are limited.”

Liam eyed his own Mother’s ring. “I guess I would give my Mother’s ring to the woman I love as well. I think it’s going to be here for a while…”

Leo groaned in irritation. “So what, at least it’s being worn by the person you love most in the world. Here is a tip, you know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”

“Leo, that’s really poetic. Who said that? Kents? Dickinson? Barrett Browning?”

Leo smirked. “No. Dr. Seuss. I will say it when I marry someone who will be lucky enough to have you by her side. “

A long pause sounded before Liam spoke up. “Leo, how does it feel? I mean, as Drake tells me, love is smiling every time you hear their name. It sounds nice—maybe it’s best for me not to experience it, so I don’t know what I’m missing.”

Leo felt his mouth tighten, knowing he didn’t feel love towards Madeleine and never did. But Katie felt different. It felt like the fun relationship he always longed for. “I wouldn’t know. If I felt that with Madeleine, I’d still be in Cordonia right now. And I think I feel that with Katie, she really is special to me… But don’t say that shit, Liam. You’re so damn young, you’ll find it one day. Besides, you have plenty of candidates! Your social season is coming up. They’re going to be fucken throwing themselves on you! You’re going to completely forget Isabella.”

Liam continued, “Oh. The candidates. I don’t care about that.” He paused before continuing. “There is a rumor that Madeline will be there… but father wouldn’t do that to me… would he? After all, she was sort of your girlfriend; it would be awkward.”

Leo bit his lip, grateful he didn’t have to hide his facial expressions over the phone. He would do that, bro. Because he’s a vicious old man that loves his duty and power more than us, he sourly thought, seeing aside to his father that he only got glimpses of growing up. Once Leo abdicated, he looked at him like he was a mistake… Now, Liam was suddenly the apple of his eye. He wasn’t jealous. If anything, he was worried for his brother.

Now that he was older and this had happened, he could clearly see why his Mother left. Constantine didn’t care if his sons found meaningful, loving relationships; he only cared if the matches expanded his reach and power. Love need not play a role in their lives. The match needed to align with his ideas for the future of Cordonia. If given the opportunity, despite their history, Madeleine would do anything to be Queen. Madeleine, who was intimate with one brother, wouldn’t think twice about being intimate with the other if it got her where she wanted to go. Duty, control, and power was the life of a king. Like Constantine, without a doubt, Madeleine would play along.

It was precisely why Leo wanted the ring. His mother gave that to him, and he wanted it back. He didn’t know if he would ever find someone worthy of it, but he still wanted the last thing his mother ever gave him, safe and sound on the finger of a woman he had fallen in love with.

Liam continued, “Anyways, where’s the ring you want me to send to you? Oh, I see it. I can get a courier over to you.”

Leo nodded, “Thanks, Liam… Hopefully, I can come back and see you soon.”

weeks later…

Constantine’s Study

Liam sat solemnly with Regina. He saw her ring glimmer on her hand under the light of an overhead chandelier. An oval shaped, Cordonian red ruby, surrounded by a halo of diamond pavé prong-set petals of diamonds, a with a rose gold band, with more diamond pavé along the sides of the band. It was a beautiful ring suited for a woman her age and for Constantine’s third marriage.

Constantine stared out the window, looking at garden preparations for Liam’s social season that was underway. “So, those are the candidates, and I will not hear an argument about it. You will do as you are told and accept whoever has been decided. Forget the idea of love—you will grow into your choice. I was born a crown prince, meant to be a king. You were not, although you should have. If you were, you would understand that love in our world is very much a coincidence: it is welcomed but not necessary by any means. It doesn’t matter who she is, or once was, it is what she can be.”

Regina smiled at Liam. “Dear, it will be quite alright. The choices are lovely, although I’m slightly biased. I do believe Madeleine will win the council’s approval again, and in time, your heart,” Regina said as she elegantly sipped from her cup of fine china. Liam didn’t even touch his tea.

He replied, “It’s not as if I had a choice…”

Regina sighed, “Yes, such a shame and distasteful scene. But, I can attest that Madeleine is much more suited to have Crown and Country to govern with.”

Liam stood, unwilling to listen to another word. The future King was disgusted that Madeleine was even an option. She was with Leo several times and would now return as a suitor—it took him off guard. Why would his father want her? More importantly, why would he want to be with someone that his brother was with? He knew at that moment, Madeleine could never have his heart. This marriage would be nothing but a farce. Unable and unwilling to listen to another word, Liam arose from his chair slowly. Conflicted with his feelings, he would not only take the throne meant for his brother but also take the woman meant for him as well. Liam hoped for a clean slate; it didn’t mean much that the social season would be repeated twice in a year; those mostly in attendance were excited for a second chance at the crown, none looking for a first chance at love. His love.

“Excuse me, Father, and please forgive me, Regina. This is all rather unexpected. I will take leave to read the candidates’ dossier for the press conference on the great lawn. Thank you.”

Regina nodded curtly, the ring shining once again as she took a sip of her Cordonian red apple tea. “Of course, by all means. You need to be presentable as ever for the press.”

“Do not keep us waiting; having to do this now is already an embarrassment to the crown. So go to your room, sort yourself out and put your emotions in check. You are our future King sacrificing your freedom is the job. If it wasn’t for Regina’s affection for Leo and the fact I know that within minutes after I lay cold and dead you would overturn it. I would have banished Leo from Cordonia. He is such a waste. I will see you in the throne room for the Signet Ceremony.

Liam’s Quarters

Liam sat on his bed with the phone pressed to his ear as he spoke to his brother about his meeting with their father and stepmother.

“WHAT?! Oh, that’s fucken bullshit! As if Isabella wasn’t bullshit enough, now they’re making you pick another ‘Isabella’ for the social season?! I just abdicated!” Leo yelled over the phone after Liam told him the news.

Liam sighed. “Madeleine is one of the candidates.”

A long pause sounded over the phone before Leo sighed. “You’re not going through it alone. I’m coming home to make sure you pick someone worthy. You hear me, Liam… I’m coming home.”

Liam softly smiled in relief, knowing his brother was on his way back. “Thanks, Leo, I’ll see you soon.”

Queen Elisa’s ring

Queen Regina’s ring

#the promise #liam rys #liam x mc #Liam x Jessica

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