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olderthannetfic · 3 months

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This recent talk about authors has me curious: Do you have favourite authors? Or favourite books that you'd recommend (as in not specifically recommend to a person looking to read a specific genre etc. but rather a book you loved reading and would love to shove into absolutely everybody's faces if you could)? Do you only read in English or do you also like to read in other languages? What book or books are you currently reading?

And just so these aren't one-way-street-like snoopily curious questions: my favourite authors are Emma Donoghue and Hannah Kent; my favourite books are "Slammerkin" by Emma Donoghue, "Burial Rites" by Hannah Kent, "Christmas Eve Kittens" by Wilma Counts, Cathleen Clare and Debbie Raleigh, "Every day" by David Levithan, "Der Kristallpalast" (The Crystal Palace) by Oliver Plaschka, Alexander Flory and Matthias Mösch; I'm currently reading "Time of the Magicians" by Wolfram Eilenberger and anxiously awaiting Hannah Kent's most recent book "Devotion" to be translated to my native language.

I am very bad at accurately sorting books into genres, but I'd guess most of the books I've read may be classified as YA, though I personally don't know what classifies a book as YA apart from "is written with young adults as the target group," but that's too broad a description to be useful to anyone in my opinion, heh. Some things I've read I'd sort into (also way too broadly classified) stuff like romance (Christmas Eve Kittens), crime or detective fiction [Krimi in german combines both] (for kids The Three Investigators and The Famous Five, and arguably for adults Sherlock Holmes, Miss Marple, Hercule Poirot though I've only seen Poirot films not yet read Poirot books, shame on me!), horror (Fear Street series as horror for kids and Lovecraft for adults), historical fiction (books by Hannah Kent and Emma Donoghue, Lilac Girls), historical nonfiction (Time of the Magicians and The Visionaries by Wolfram Eilenberger), steampunk (Der Kristallpalast, World Shaker, Steamed, Magierdämmerung), nonfiction (Zoo Station: The Story of Christiane F.), poetry (Heinrich Heine and Edgar Allan Poe) among other things like light-hearted children's books (St. Clare's series).

Some of the aforementioned books are classified as YA, and in my opinion reasonably so, though I do believe that classifying YA as a genre itself is quite useless since it only describes the target group but barely describes what a book is about, if that makes sense.

If I had to write down some classifiers for YA, I'd say it's maybe books that are written in a way that's accessible to a person who is no longer a child but still may be likely to not have experienced much of the adult world yet and may not necessarily be very well-read or knowledgeable about more "mature" topics on a deeper level. I'd guess that for example a book that's about topics that people may have come into contact with during their adolescence in some way may be YA like drugs (Blue Highway by Diane Tullson) and emotional rollercoasters and bullying (Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher, Easy Meat by Maureen Stewart) and stalking (Unheimliche Nähe by Patricia Schröder) and mental illnesses like eating disorders (Jeansgröße 0 by Brigitte Blobel) or depression and physical ilnesses (Before I Die by Jenny Downham, Skellig by David Almond though it's mainly about fantasy and arthritis isn't the focal point if I'm not misremembering) etc. (all of the examples are YA I've read and would also classify as such) or maybe a book that contains entry-level knowledge about philosophy that you may have learned in school or that you may yourself have come across in some way unrelated to school but that doesn't require deeper knowledge on that topic or on specific philosophers or philosophy schools for its target audience to understand well...

Now that I've forgotten whatever point I wanted to make: sorry for rambling, I've been sitting in your askbox trying to remember the titles and looking up their translations and the authors' names for the past hour or so instead of doing the household chores I had planned to do today lol. Off to eat bread for lunch because now I'm too hungry to cook, oops.

Have a nice day!

I'm currently reading Invitation to a Banquet: The Story of Chinese Food by Fuchsia Dunlop.

I don't have any books I want to thrust upon everyone. I think that's a good way to breed haters for things I love.

In general, favorite authors of mine are... hmm... Agatha Christie, Tamara Allen, Loretta Chase, Georgette Heyer, Mary Elizabeth Braddon... IDK. It's hard to think of people off the top of my head. I like the current indie "m/m romance" scene in English, but it feels like it's still early days for that industry, and I can't think of a lot of authors I love who have multiple series and who aren't going through a career slump. (Like I love Jordan L. Hawk in general, but his latest stuff isn't making me rush to read more even if I'm still backing his Patreon. KJ Charles not only irritated me with dumb posts but started writing suckier books till I no longer buy her at all.)

I've read a lot of Golden Age detective fiction and some hard boiled US stuff (think 1930s and 40s). I've probably reread those sorts of books more than any others. While I certainly have authors I like, I only very, very rarely reread anything, and a lot of what I read is by non-prolific or long-dead people, so I don't have a bunch of names I go to the bookstore for currently.

My grandmother owned a fuckton of Three Investigators books, so I devoured those as a kid, though I think most Americans my age don't care about them.

I read in Spanish too. The only thing I've gotten through a lot of that springs to mind is the capitan Alatriste series. In general, if I travel somewhere Spanish speaking, I'll try to pick up some books, but I usually end up with things that are too highfallutin and literary for my taste or that are real downers. (Plus I'm a slow reader in Spanish, so the more literary stuff is a slog.) I like fun trash, and most of the fun trash I've seen on bookshelves is translated American romance novels and that kind of thing. I'll read in translation, but not if it's from English.

I do read manga in Japanese, but I'm not anywhere near good enough to read novels at this point.

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edward-snowdenhands · 1 year

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Sorry, wolfram is not on here because it's technically German and I'm only allowed 10 options

#chemistry #polls #polls on tumblr #science #but we all know W rules

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pain-in-the-butler · 13 days

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Hiiii. I have two questions about your story, Coattails!

First of all, I love your fic so much omg. I binge-read it in like 5 days a few weeks ago, and ever since then, it's been the only thing I think about. You write the characters so beautifully. I love how you write Sebastian's descent into Dadbastian, and his relationship with Ciel.

Feel free to not answer any question :)

1. Are we reaching the climax of what Happened to Fairclough in Chapter 1? / Nearing the end of Coattails?

I'm so excited to know what Fairclough is going to do and for all the Dadbastian moments that will come out of it. At first, I thought Fairclough wasn't human, but I'm pretty sure you confirmed somewhere that he is definitely human. Then I was thinking, What if Fairclough is working with or for something that isn't human? I really don't know; there are so many possibilities! I'm really curious. Oh, and I just know that order that Ciel made where Sebastian can't get within a mile of Fairclough is definitely going to backfire. Now that I'm thinking about it, I wonder how Sebastian is going to save Ciel when Fairclough kidnaps him or something, since it's not like he can get within a mile of Fairclough. Unless Ciel manages to break that order or Sebastian himself breaks it and goes "demon mode," idk. But breaking an order would probably affect their contract, What if the contract breaks?? That would be pretty interesting 🤔

Oh, and the whole thing with Sebastian being able to feel love and stuff with the magic that's inside him. I wonder, how did that happen? Although Fairclough is obviously the main villain of the story, I don't think he has anything to do with it. Because why would he want Sebastian to become more gentle with Ciel? That would just cause him to become more protective when people like Fairclough are near, right? Affecting Fairclough if he tries to do something. Unless Fairclough did have something to do with it, it might've backfired on him?

Sorry, I just realised I'm rambling, lol. Those are just some of my thoughts/theories.

2. What's going to happen after you finish writing Coattails?

Like, do you plan on stopping writing Dadbastian? I hope not. I love how your writing, so I'd definitely miss it a lot. But I understand if you choose to stop. Coattails is currently at like 350k words (plus, it's probably going to have a lot more than that after you finish), so if you don't want to write any more Dadbastian after that, I understand — it's a lot.

Anyway, thanks for reading! Once again, feel free to not answer any question! I really don't mind. Oh and I just realised I wrote a lot here, lol. I hope I'm not being annoying or anything. Bye :)

Ahhh, what a wonderful message to wake up to in my inbox! 🥰 Thank you so much for binging and enjoying Coattails! These characters are deeply important to me, so I always hope to do them justice. I would be happy to answer your questions, at least without spoiling anything as much as possible!

First of all, are we near the climax? Yes! Are we near the ending? Yes and no. We are probably about eight chapters away from the end, but that doesn't necessarily mean we're close time-wise or word count-wise. I still anticipate that I won't finish this story until late 2025.

Your ideas about Fairclough and the effects of the foreign magic are an interesting read and I thank you for all your predictions, but I can confirm or deny nothing! Just know that the answers are very close now...

And will I keep writing Dadbastian after I finish Coattails? Yes, absolutely! The Coattails universe is one I will come back to, no doubt — for instance, I'd really like for Ciel and Sebastian to meet Sieglinde and Wolfram. I have ideas for other fluffy post-main story scenarios too. And I have other Kuro projects I'd like to get to someday as well! A rewrite of the Weston arc and a humorous modern AU fic where Ciel and Sebastian have a mission on a Disney cruise are just two ideas I'd like to explore. No doubt there will be some Dadbastian influence there as well... and more Dadbastian fics I have yet to think of.

You were certainly not annoying, I'm really grateful you could be so invested in my writing! Thank you so much for your questions, having a wonderful day!

#long post #coattails

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bapydemonprincess · 8 months

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Sebastian: I’m proud to identify as moronsexual, I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively, once a guy asked me what the spanish word for tortilla was and now I dream of kissing him under the moonlight.

Wolfram, the same idiot: what kind of animal is the pink panther?

Sebastian, already taking off his clothes: Wolf you're so fucking stupid.

#kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #wolfram gelzer #sebawolf #incorrect quote #I'm so sorry for attacking Wolf like this BUT C'MON

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prose-for-hire · 8 months

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By your side:

Request: choose your own ending request here. could you please do an angel or lindsey x reader story where the reader is initially dating Lindsey despite being against wolfram + hart and that being a point of conflict between them because she sees the good in him, but Angel doesn't so he encourages her to break it off (partly because he has feelings for her) causing some drama between all 3 of them?

Requested by: Anon

A/N: This is a choose your own ending!! Little warning if you like them both, be prepared for reader to argue/fall out with the other depending on the ending you choose! Sorry this took so long babe 💖

You had never loved any job you had done until you came here. At Angel Investigations you truly felt as if your life had purpose. You were making a difference and you loved it. I mean sure, you only really answered the phones and filed the paperwork and, well, teaching a 100+ year old vampire to navigate the internet was a full-time job.

But you were good at it, being human meant you weren’t the most valuable in a fight but you always threw yourself into them despite yourself to save others. If anyone asked the team, though, they would say that you were the one that kept them going. You truly believed in the goal, you wanted to help everyone you passed and this helped encourage the others when things got even tougher than normal. You reminded them why they all took this job.

What they didn’t know about you, was that you were dating someone. You weren’t embarrassed, not by any stretch. But you knew the reaction you might get if you told them. Mostly because, well, he worked for the evil law firm you were usually fighting against. Lindsey was so good to you, loved you so deeply that it was almost too easy to forget that he worked for the very law firm that had basically invented evil.

You and the team had been planning a way to infiltrate Wolfram and Hart for a month and a half. All through this time, you couldn’t breathe a word of it to Lindsey. It had been hard, you hated keeping things from him. He held you close at night and all you wanted to do was spill everything that went through your mind. He always pulled you closer in his sleep, he was protective of you even then. He wrapped his arms tight around you, making sure that you were as close as physically possible and cradled against him. Usually you could tell him anything, but with this, you just couldn’t. Not just because he would stop you but because if he even suspected anything the senior partners would take more than his hand.

You had left early that morning, before he woke up on his one day off in a very long time. It broke your heart prying yourself from his arms and leaving him alone in bed. You wanted to bundle up the blankets around you both and spend the day in bed, pressing your lips against him and showing him that there could truly be heaven on this earth when you were together.

But it being his day off was why you suggested to the others you did it on this date. Because he wouldn’t be there and blow your cover. Lindsey knew that you worked for Angel, he didn’t particularly like it but he liked you and so he had put up with it. You reminded him that you always came home to him and for the moment, that was enough for him.

He was so sweet with you, when he came home to you it was evident the way that his entire body relaxed. He was always on edge, until he stepped foot through the front door. You were the only thing that got him through the gruelling working day at Wolfram and Hart and despite his job, you knew he was a good person. He was your person.

You arrived at the office last, your outfit had been pressed and left draped over your desk. Cordelia had ‘borrowed’ some costumes from her last theatre audition for you both to wear. You and her were going undercover to steal a prophecy that had been taken and left in Lindsey’s boss’ desk while Angel, Gunn and Wesley created a distraction and took out the security system.

“Hey, Y/n, you don’t have to do this. It’s more important that you’re safe” Angel lowered his voice so that only you could hear.

“I can do this, Angel. They’ve never seen me before so it makes more sense. Plus, I look really cool in this costume”

“But-“

“Oh, you don’t like my costume?”

“No! No, it really suits you, you, uh, look good. I just wanna make sure you’re sure”

“Sure am!” You teased, noting the ghost of a smile on his face. You were incredibly fond of Angel, you always had been.

After a lot of hassle and two instances where you were scarily close to being eviscerated, you managed to retrieve what you had been looking for. It was a small orb the size of a marble, but it had been incredibly difficult for you and Cordy to extract.

Thankfully, all that was over now and all you needed to do was leave through the front door. Unfortunately, though, your boyfriend and an entire team of lawyers and a security detail rounded the corner and almost collided with you and Cordy.

The marble was safely in your pocket but it was as if the security guard had a heightened sense of smell and he immediately stormed towards you. Angel and the others see on the cameras there’s trouble and run to back you and Cordelia up.

Luckily, Lindsey stepped in before they got there, though he wasn’t his usual relaxed self.

“Y/n? What the Hell-”

“I can explain…”

“Y/n, step back, this is our fight” Angel warned, stepping between you and your boyfriend. You knew this was going to have to be the moment you came clean. You knew it even before Lindsey decided for you both.

“That’s my partner you’re ordering around there”

“Partner?” Angel scoffed.

“Yeah, you know, lover, date… spouse”

“You expect me to believe that they would even look at-”

“Angel, it’s true” You said it in the smallest voice imaginable. You weren’t embarrassed per se, but the thought of disappointing Angel really hurt you.

“What, you think I’m gonna have some big moral crisis, see the light, ‘cause my partner works for you? Not happening” Lindsey seemed to be enjoying the reaction as he moved to take your wrist, guiding you to his side.

There was a collective gasp from your team and a horrible sneer from Lilah and some of the other lawyers in the firm when they saw the way he held you with such familiarity.

Angel:

“Were you going to tell us?”

“No, well yeah obviously… if something like this happened”

“You’re embarrassed?”

“Well, kinda in bed with the enemy” You said jokingly, but this flared a sudden rage in Lindsey. A rage that once unleashed could not be tethered again.

“That’s how you see me?! When you left our bed this morning I thought you might be going out to get coffee for us or something that, I don’t know, couples might do.” He shook with anger, spray of spit coming from his mouth.

This had been a long time coming. He hadn’t realised how much it affected him, the way you gushed about your day. About how much you enjoyed working and would gladly work overtime for free mostly, just to be with your friends and do the right thing. Just to be with… him.

“Lindsey I’m-” You tried to diffuse the situation, the last thing you needed was to choose a side. It was long since due but you didn’t think that you were ready. Until he said what he was about to say, that is.

“You’re pathetic, you’re nothing, you know that? Worse than all of them together. Especially him. Ever since you got that job you’ve been ‘Angel was saying this’ and ‘Angel likes his blood like that’. I let it go, ‘cause, I thought I might get something useful out of it. Hell, not even the promotion was worth sitting through the waste of time I spent with you”

“You slept with me to get a promotion? Isn’t that kind of backwards, shouldn’t you be sleeping with maybe someone in the company you actually work for?” You aimed for humour but it fell flat. Tears burned the back of your eyes, your throat went dry as you stared, open mouthed at his triumphant look. As if he had won something.

The truth was, Lindsey loved you. He had even been considering proposing. But he knew, in some way he had always known, your heart belonged to another. You didn’t love him in the way that he loved you. And it hurt. So he wanted you to hurt too… in more ways that one.

“Lilah? Open the portal”

“Gladly” She had grimaced through the embarrassing display of feelings you and the others had been showing. Anything to put a stop to it. Including sending you all to some unknown dimension that was sure to bring pain and suffering.

You were zapped into a strange land, one that quickly turned dangerous. It was just you and Angel. You had been send to a Hell Dimension. There was a group of Fossil-Vamps, as you would later name them. They were the distant ancestors of the vampires that you were used to. They didn’t have much time for thought, they were incredibly strong and worst of all, they were day-walkers.

They sensed you easily. You were fresh blood. They owned the land and humans were a scarce resource. One of them managed to corner you and bite you whilst Angel was preoccupied trying to fight off three others at once. It ripped into the soft skin of your neck, making you cry out and shove the vampire before you, beating its chest in an embarrassing effort to get it off you.

Angel pulled it off you, immediately taking you by the hand and deciding the best action would have to be to retreat. To get you to safety. Blood was leaking from your neck and he wasn’t going to lose you.

You found an abandoned farmhouse where he urgently ransacked the pace, managing to find medical supplies and something for you to eat. To get your strength up. He sat you down, his thumb rubbing your cheek bone for a moment before he moved to the supplies. He began to patch you up tenderly, his eyes only glancing up every so often at your lips as you spoke.

“I feel so stupid. Of course he was using me, I can’t believe I fell for it”

“You made a mistake, we’ve all been there” Angel assured you, his fingertips barely grazing the skin of your arm. He was so gentle, he always was with you. You had seen his ferocity, the damage that he could do. But with you he was only ever tender.

You slid your hand over his, rubbing your thumb softly over the back of his hand. You never thought you would be this close to him, you assumed he was too good for you. You had settled, in a way, for Lindsey. Only pulled into his lies because you didn’t feel good enough. For the job you did or for the vampire that always had a kind word for you.

“Y/n, I know it’s probably not something you want to hear right now but I can’t hide any longer, you could have…” he tailed off, that distant frown as he slid into his thoughts again for a moment, before he sighed and steeled himself, “You’re a good person. A strong person… a person that I love more than anyone that I have ever met”

“Slayers included?” You joked, his confession was making you nervous. He wouldn’t lie to you, would he? He wouldn’t try to hurt you like Lindsey did, would he?

“I get that trust’s hard for you right now but I’m here. I won’t go anywhere, I’ll wait as long as it takes to prove that I mean everything I’m saying” He said it softly, his fingers lacing with yours as he spoke. He didn’t look you in the eye, his words were too raw for that but you could see the way that they glistened as he spoke.

He had clearly been waiting a long time to tell you that. To show you just how deeply he felt for you. You pressed a kiss against his hand, before you pressed another to his palm. You looked up at him from where you had bent to kiss him, recognising the look in his eyes. It mirrored yours.

Your lips collided and everything suddenly seemed to make sense. There were no mysteries in the world that couldn’t be solved by this union. You grasped at his now tattered clothes, forgetting your injury for the intensity of this kiss. Everything made sense. You had wanted him since the moment you had met him, the reason you had always been so distracted around Lindsey it was because you were thinking about work. About the team. About him.

Suddenly you were losing contact with his lips, an embarrassing whine left your lips, that he very kindly pretended he didn’t hear. You never wanted to part from him. But he was now holding you in place, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked as if he could see straight into your soul.

“You don’t owe me anything, you know that, hm?”

“I know, but I would give you everything if I could” You admitted, knowing as you said it that you had been aching to say it since the moment you met him. Perhaps you and Lindsey had both just been convenient for each other.

You pulled him into another kiss, his hand snaked to the base of your skull pulling you even closer. In this moment you forgot it all. Lost in his touch, his kiss. The feelings that had been building,

You didn’t know how to get out of this hell dimension. You didn’t know if you would live to see another day. But what you did know, was that the only side you would ever be on was his.

Lindsey:

“Were you going to tell us?”

“Not… specifically”

“You know what, y/n? You’re worse than all of them here. You pretend you’re fighting for good but let your little boyfriend do any evil deed he wants. Why, ‘cause he fucks you too well?”

“Angel-”

“You’re evil” He stated as if he wanted to rip off your head.

“What? Because I don’t want to have sex with you? I see the way you look at me, you know. Don’t get all high and mighty Mr I-killed-and-maimed-for-centuries. You’ll never wash the blood off your hands”

“Come on, he’s like 10 different kinds of evil!” He gestured wildly towards your boyfriend.

“Eleven, actually” Lindsey grinned, snaking an arm around your shoulder. You smiled despite the situation.

He realised that you needed him, using this gesture to show you that even though he wasn’t pleased you had kept this from him he loved you too much not to be right there with you. He pressed a kiss against your temple, one that assured you that no matter the threat, from either side, you were protected. Completely.

After the room dropped in temperature and subsequently descended into a staring competition, Lindsey took it as his cue to take you away from the others. He could sense that you were upset and all he wanted to do was comfort you. He didn’t even care enough about his ‘rival’ to gloat about dating a member of his team. It wasn’t about that for Lindsey. All he wanted was you.

“Where are you going?” Angel called, the disgust in his voice evident.

“Well, you and yours are gonna be sent to some Hell dimension while we draw up a contract for Y/n. Somehow I don’t think they’ll be back to Angel Investigations”

He hinted that you already had a role in the firm, if you wanted it of course. He would love you in any occupation. In any time or dimension. It was always your choice.

“Lindsey… you can’t…” you gripped his hand tight, concerned that even if your friends had all abandoned you, that they shouldn’t be hurt for it.

Lindsey whispered low in your ear, so low that Angel managed to miss it. He explained that the Partners actually had a proposition for Angel and the team. One that meant they might manage to co-exist in this dimension.

“Bye Angel…” You said softly, once you knew they would all at least be safe. You trusted Lindsey wholly. You knew he would tell it to you straight.

He slid a hand around your shoulder, ushering you gently towards the boardroom where you collapsed into his arms as soon as the door closed behind you. The way your friends, the people you spent most of your days with had all suddenly been so cold. Stared through you as if you weren’t even human…

It hurt.

But the love that enveloped you, the scent of your Lindsey. The soft reassurance of his presence alone told you that you could carry on. His lips grazed your forehead as he pressed several tiny kisses each committing a promise to your skin.

That he was yours. Through the good and the bad. The evil and the mild breaking and entering. Nothing could ever change his feelings for you.

As you leant against his chest, you felt something. It was hard and uncomfortable to rest against in his breast pocket. You reached in to shift it so that you could nestle into him further when he quickly grabbed your wrist to try and prevent you from reaching in. This wasn’t usual, he usually liked that you were so familiar.

Everything flashed before his eyes, every moment of your lives together so far. The soft Sunday mornings you spent in bed, entwined together and basking in your love. The days where you would surprise him and be waiting for him at home with his favourite meal ordered in. The late evening where it was only you and him, where you shared your deepest thoughts. The date nights, where you always ended up in his arms.

“I was gonna wait” He looked down sheepishly.

“Wait for what?”

“I’ve been saving it for the right time. Bought it months back…”

“Any time we’re together is right…” You insisted, hand grazing his as he reached into his pocket.

“Marry me” he breathed, his eyes closed as he pressed his forehead against yours. Anticipation killing him, the only thing keeping him going was the continued contact of your skin.

Your eyes watered, even now. Even after all the trouble you had caused him at his job. He wanted you, he felt for you the same you did for him. You wanted to scream, shout it from the top floor of his office block. But you had already embarrassed him enough at work today. Plus, this was an intimate moment. You decided to keep this moment just between you and him.

Soon, he got his answer, you swiftly pressed your lips to his, an unspoken answer to his proposal. Your fingers gripping him tight as if you were afraid he may disappear. You never wanted to part from him. It could have been anywhere and your answer would have been the same. It was perfect because it was him. It was the two of you together.

He slid the band onto your finger, eyes shining with feeling. You reached for him again and peppered him with kisses. Anywhere you could reach on his skin you pressed your lips against him. You were so happy all you wanted was to be in his arms forever.

You couldn’t get over just how lucky you felt. Other boyfriends, sorry – fiancées, may have been angry. But not him. Never with you. He had fallen willing and deep, his emotions wrapped in yours. After it all, he loved you. He loved you the same today as he did when you were on ‘opposing sides’.

No matter how your friends felt about you now. No matter the repercussions. You knew now that the only side you would ever be on was his.

#angel btvs #angel the series #angel btvs x reader #Lindsey x reader #lindsey ats #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #angel x you #ats imagine #angel the series imagine #btvs x you #gender neutral #ats #btvs x reader #btvs imagine #angel #choose your own

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