#this is what he's like in the human world without jude

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you don't get to tell me about sad

file two - lewis hamilton

a/n: i’m so unserious i cannot even- 🥲 i didn’t plan to post this today but i was on a mission. it’s my first lh44 fanfic and i’m actually proud of it. hope you like it! although it ends open to a part two, i truly don’t plan on writing, just so you know! 🤍

tw: angst, cheating, sort of toxic love/relationship, divorced parents, mentions of anxiety, twin pregnancy. a bit of “illicit affairs” inspiration.

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Everything pointed towards one direction: you getting heartbroken in the end. Heavily heartbroken, to a point, it’d become hard to breathe and face the world as if he’d never been part of your life - how would you be able to forget him and the way the corners of his eyes wrinkled when he laughed, the way his hands instantly searched for your face to kiss you whenever you said something that’d make him laugh?

Lewis was drawn to you and your energetic personality the moment you met, at an FIA gala years ago, and everything about your relationship moved on so fast you were swept off your feet. Like a hurricane, Lewis Hamiton turned your life upside down in a way you’d never be able to explain - and that’s how it went for the next four years. You built a house, a life, a family.

When the twins were born, you thought life couldn’t be more complete, but then Lewis won his 7th World Championship the same year and you made a surprise appearance the moment he stood on the highest spot of the podium, where he belonged. You still remembered the way his eyes widened and jaw dropped, but his facial expression quickly switched to the happiest you’d ever seen him - the sparkle in his teary eyes and the way he never stopped looking at you. As soon as the champagne ceremony was over, Lewis rushed to find you, without even caring how all the cameras had their focus on the two of you as you kissed passionately.

“Where are they?” he breathed against your lips, asking for the twins. You motioned to the garage with your head, where your parents stood with each baby in their arms. Lewis sighed in relief, two weeks were too much time away from Daisy and Jude - the chubby tiny humans wiggled their feet seeing their papa coming closer and that’s how you were living the life that was meant for you.

Things got wonderfully overwhelming when, much to your and Lewis’ surprise, the two lines on five different pregnancy tests were as clear as the Spanish sun outside, as you enjoyed your summer vacation. The twins were just eight months and still needed all of your attention - with Lewis away most of the time and nowhere near thinking of retiring from F1, you had to count on with yours and his parents, so your constant absence during the new season was deeply missed by everyone.

You genuinely thought this new baby would add more joy to what was already a happy life - Lewis could barely contain his excitement and made sure the whole world knew about the family’s new and unexpected addiction, but by the time you were about to give birth again things had drastically changed.

He wasn’t your Lewis anymore, but you wouldn’t be the annoying wife, you wouldn’t pressure him so you’ve watched the love of your life slowly distancing himself from you as a husband. Lewis didn’t touch you anymore and the passionate kisses were no longer there. You knew very well how much it affected him seeing Red Bull’s and Max’s dominance on the sport that he, not long ago, was the absolute favourite - but something you two promised the day before you tied the knot, was to always seek each other whenever trouble approached and you felt like it could have an impact on your marriage.

Now, sitting on the expensive sofa of your Monaco luxurious penthouse, with your three children still asleep, you waited for the sun to rise as your eyes couldn’t move from the sparkling diamonds on your ring finger. The engagement ring, the wedding band, and the eternity ring Lewis gifted you when the twins were born. Each ring represented the most perfect memory and the life you had built with the man you loved.

When you hear your bedroom door open and slow, almost silent steps towards you, you can also feel anxiety bubbling up your stomach and making your head spin. It had to be now, or you wouldn’t have the guts to do it anymore.

“Good morning, Lew.” He stopped when he heard your voice, eyebrows scrunching in confusion. You never woke up this early whenever you were in Monaco. “Can you sit here with me?”

It wasn’t a surprise when Lewis sat on the opposite side, facing you as the first rays of sunshine found their way through the still closed curtains. His face was perfectly illuminated by the sun, and that’s when a wave of painful realisation hit you - there was no trace of love nor admiration he usually had in his eyes whenever he was looking at you. So this would have to go down the hard way.

“Why are you up so early?” The lack of emotion in his voice made you gulp. You desperately wanted to shake and punch him until he was back to normal.

“I don’t want to fight, especially under the same roof as the kids.” Lewis moved uncomfortably on the armchair, waiting for you to continue. “But I need you to know that I know.”

“K-know what?”

“That you’ve been cheating.”

Those four words put an end to your marriage and Lewis used the most pathetic excuse to justify his poor actions, saying how sad he was with how the season was going and that he didn’t feel good enough anymore - and on top of that, he also added to his lame speech how busy you’ve been with the kids. “You don’t get to tell me about sad,” was the only thing you could send back to him, so full of agonising anger that the thought of his hands touching another woman’s body while you were the dedicated wife and mother made you want to throw up.

Betrayed and shattered, you forced yourself to take one step closer to moving on each day the sun invaded your new bedroom - one recently acquired with years of hard work and not with divorce money. As you navigated through the painful aftermath of being exposed to the media, Lewis faced the consequence of his actions with most of the public turning his back on him once the cheating went public and you knew damn well how. The thick tan line on your ring finger and your children playing at the beach under the afternoon sun were the only things now that represented Lewis in your life.

You were never open to the possibility of reconciliation, and as you moved on the best you could, you had to deal with an insisting Lewis bringing you flowers each time he showed up to his father duties - one he performed incredibly well.

On a night out with Susie Wolff, you confessed how much you missed him in your life but also how you only thought about him touching another woman. Would you ever be able to let go, to allow yourself to be loved again and live a happy life? Lewis couldn’t be the only option.

“Toto cheated once,” Susie admitted, her cheeks blushing as your eyes widened. “I know you are already divorced, but it’s up to you to discover if you want to embark on a journey of healing and forgiveness. To confront your vulnerabilities, and insecurities, and acknowledge what caused the cracks in your marriage that led to the affair.”

Susie made it all sound so simple, but it was deeper than that.

You concluded that, despite having to see him in your children’s faces every day, it’d be easier to deal with it for a while as if Lewis Hamilton was gone forever - dead, even, as awful as it sounded to you. To be happy and healthy for your babies, you have to feel it for yourself first. So, that’s when you decided that you’d have to avoid him for as long as you could and that’s what you did. Your mother was responsible for meeting him now whenever he showed up to pick up the kids, and from a respectful distance, Lewis watched you moving on.

First, on your own.

Then, with someone new. Someone who was to you what he couldn’t be for eternity, as he promised the day he proposed.

He watched you look as gorgeous as the day you met at that gala, he watched his children accept the new man in your life, he watched you engaged again and your fiancé become the newest Formula 1 champion.

Lewis watched you living the life you deserved and openly hoped he’d have the chance to give you again, no matter what it’d cost, because for you he’d ruin himself a million little times.

And secretly, so would you.

#lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton fic #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lh44 x reader #lh44 imagine

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FINAL ROUND

087 Uncanny Valley vs. 034 Anatomy Class

Propaganda under the cut!

087 Uncanny Valley

Guy cleans out flesh from a drain without a blink and nikola has to invite him back again with Jude because he wasn’t scared enough the first time because of obliviousness

Besides the obvious bit of Guy who Doesn’t Realize He’s In A Horror Story, imagine this from Nikolas perspective. Like “oh shit lol this guys name is “skinner” I’m gonna mess with him for shits and giggles… Ok he didn’t notice any of my spooky bullshit, wild! I threatened to butcher him and he was Not Paying Attention! Jude! Hey! Come check out this idiot man!”. Also implication that Jude and nikola hang out being shitty together. I support women’s wrongs.

"Megan" tries to expose this guy to The Horrors and he's so focused on his job that he just doesn't notice. She's so shocked by this that she calls him back and still has to literally force him to notice

The world's most oblivious plumber somehow doesn't notice all the creepy stuff going on and just does his job like normal. It only gets funnier when you consider it from the Stranger avatar's point of view.

Nikola Orsinov trying so hard to scare the least observant man you've ever seen. Whispering in his ear about flencing while he hums noncommittally and pulls a wad of meat from the drain of her spooky factory in the middle of fuck-all nowhere and then he just gives her the invoice and walks out??? Like it's a normal job? And when she calls him to come back the next day she has to dress up in a clown costume to get his attention and grab his head to make him look at The Atrocities that he just entirely missed the day before. I love Sebastian Skinner so much and I wish only the best for him

#I really just want to point out that they're trying to scare a plumber. #A plumber!! #do you think this is the first time this man has had to clean skin and hair out of a drain? #do you think he's never seen blood before? #like yeah it's objectively funny from the Horror's point of views but for him? It's a tuesday #Like that isn't even the weirdest thing he's seen that week #'oh they threatened to butcher him' yeah? what makes them special? #this guy probably deals with 20 different avatars a week by necessity #no amount of 'his name is skinner let's fuck with him' is going to be worse than service work in people's homes (via @/childoferebus)

#the only reason we know what's happening for half the episode is taht we know this is an horror story #and how things usually go. #dude spends half the episode going 'just a normal job. #house in the middle of nwohere. weird smells and textures #*shrugs* just anotehr day on the job* (via @/monstersqueen)

034 Anatomy Class

The delivery. The teacher going crazy because students asking questions.

#fear beings who want to know more about the human body and decide to go to college about it (via @/the-goose-caboose)

#all those “students” had like. sneak 100 surely their behavior was completely unsuspicious lmao #and at the end theyre genuinely just like “hey thanks for teaching us about the insides” and the teacher's just completely traumatized (via @/silverywillowtree)

#the magnus archives #tma #magpod #magnuspod #polls #tournament #final round

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would you ever write a vampire with catholic beliefs? Who is struggling between his beliefs and his reality? 🍬🧠🍬🧠 I forgot my zip mouth emoji...Idk where it is...

so originally i wanted to write about isabella, but well, she's not a he, nor is she catholic (she's lutheran). so have this sad wet cat

tw vampire whumper/whumpee? i'm not sure what this man is- death, murder, religious themes, religious trauma, religious guilt, suicidal ideation, (self-imposed) starvation, self-blame, memory loss, abandonment, lady whumpee, noncon drugging, dehumanisation (of self)

It was cold when he awoke. The winter breeze bit into his twitchy body and made him curl up for a moment, but it paled in comparison to the ruthless hunger gnawing at his stomach.

His eyes snapped open to an unfamiliar scene, but recognising the terrain wasn't necessary for him to follow the scent of blood. It was all he could focus on, torn clothes and the cold long forgotten as he struggled to his feet and began following the trail.

Blood. Blood. Blood.

He wanted it. He needed it. He had to have it, no matter the cost.

He didn't have the presence of mind to stop and wonder about his heart that was no longer beating, nor the speed with which he was pursuing his prey. He didn't think about the fact that he could see all too well despite it being the middle of the night, he didn't even consider that normal people didn't usually hunt. Not in a town. Not like this.

He pounced on the man without hesitation. He pumped the body full of venom so he would be silent, then drank and drank and drank until–

"Holy shit," someone said quietly. Then, louder this time, "Holy shit. Vampire! There's a fucking vampire–"

He bolted before he could've heard the end of it. He didn't think about the man he left behind. He ran back to where he'd woken up, collapsing to the ground as soon as he got there. He felt exhausted, he felt... dead. More alive now that he'd had something to drink, but...

He lifted a hand and pressed it against his chest. Nothing. Of course, this should've been more than expected, having drained that poor man dry–

Oh dear. He'd likely killed someone.

His mind was reeling. He couldn't remember a thing from before waking up, but the past few minutes had already thrown him for a loop on their own. He was dead, a dead man walking, and he'd just killed someone. And another human had even seen him do it!

He tried to take a couple of deep breaths to ground himself, but the taste of blood in his mouth negated any effort he put in. He was a monster. He was a murderer. He was going to be hunted and killed.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

The scent of blood clung to him like a ghost, and he desperately wished for a warm shower to get it off. Alas, he had nothing but the clothes on his back and a discarded coat on the ground. He should at least look through that to see whether he could piece together who he used to be. He didn't even... remember his own name.

And where was his sire? The bloodthirsty monster who turned him into one of them? Had they not even waited for him to wake up? Had they not cared at all about the life they'd ruined?

Touching the coat brought back memories of his last minutes, the way the vampire had slipped it off his shoulders and threw it on the ground. He remembered being dazed and helpless, baring his neck for the demon to feast on. At the time, it seemed like the most important thing in the world, to be able to feed them.

He looked through the pockets and found an ID for Jude Flanagan, born 1998. The picture was... him? He gingerly touched his own face, as though his fingers could ever work as well as a mirror. Was he really the Jude on the card?

He was. His fingers brushed against the cloth of an eye patch, the same one the man on the photo was wearing. More memories flooded his mind: his mother calling him, his father yelling for him from downstairs, the priest scolding him.

Priest?

He found a Bible in the next pocket, a small one. He dropped it out of fear, afraid it would burn his hands like silver, but nothing happened. The book seemed harmless, apart from the implications it brought along.

He used to be a man of God.

"N-no... No, no, no, no. You were supposed to protect me," he choked out, picking up the Bible again. "How could You let this happen? How– how could a vampire– why would You let a vampire..."

No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.

"I killed a man!" Jude cried. "First You deny me Heaven, and now– the temptation was all I had! I couldn't control it! I didn't see a way out!"

He curled up with the book in hand, sobbing like he was the one to be pitied. Like he was the victim and not the murderer, like he was deserving of any kind of sympathy.

"I didn't see a way," he repeated brokenly. "I didn't... I don't... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... Please, forgive me..."

-

Jude never quite managed to get used to the hunger. Nor the isolation.

The abandoned shack he'd found was good for shelter, but it was not a luxury abode, and the little money he managed to scrape together every other evening while disguising himself as a human beggar was not enough for much. The coat had become his most prized possession along with all the treasures it held: the Bible, the rosary, and the wallet with all the documents.

He bought new things, too. Some soap so he could wash himself well enough in the river, some candles to combat the suffocating darkness. Every little thing was precious, bought with the goodwill of humans who didn't care to look too hard at the creature they were giving their change to.

Jude could've charmed them. He could've tricked someone into inviting him inside, and he could've enthralled them to let him stay. He could've lived a more comfortable life, with a soft bed, a clean bathtub, and a belly always full of the warmest blood.

But he didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve to take any of it.

He'd thought about getting a stake and finishing the job his sire had started. He wanted so badly to be put out of his misery, to be greeted with kindness and compassion at the pearly gates before being allowed in — but he didn't deserve that either. His life wasn't his own to take, and nor was his unlife. God would make that decision when He saw fit, and until then, Jude could do nothing but atone.

He took no blood from humans. He lived on the blood of pests and small woodland creatures; roadkill sometimes, when he got lucky. He hated killing anything, but at least it was allowed, or... or he hoped it was.

Rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky and over every living creature that moves on the ground.

God had given the creatures to the humans, not the wretched monsters of the night. He could only hope and pray that his past humanity was something to be taken into consideration.

He was kneeling on the floor with his elbows resting on his borrowed bed, hands clasped together in prayer, when he caught the scent. A human. Was this the night he would finally be purged from the Earth? Or was the human the real owner of his makeshift home?

His stomach rumbled as the scent got stronger and stronger. His mouth was watering despite his best efforts to keep a level head, and he buried his face in the covers, trying to tune it out.

Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him.

Jude was shaking by the time the human reached the door of his temporary dwelling. He stayed on his knees and listened to the sounds of the lock being picked, preparing himself for the blessing that would be his permanent death.

If only he hadn't been starving. If only the human hadn't smelled so good.

But each person is tempted when he is lured and enticed by his own desire. Then desire when it has conceived gives birth to sin, and sin when it is fully grown brings forth death.

He lunged like a wild animal as soon as the door was pushed open. His fangs sank into the poor woman's neck easily, and she let out a groan as the venom took hold. Blood, so much blood, fresh, delicious, rich, so much better than the squirrels and rats–

Jude pulled back with a start, eyes wide with terror. No, no, no, not again, not again. He wiped his mouth and even his tongue with the back of his hand, trying to get rid of the proof of his sin. The woman was still alive, letting out soft sounds of satisfaction as she lay there.

Her neck was still bleeding. He ought to close the wounds.

Jude licked his lips, then took a step backwards. No, he wouldn't lick her. Hadn't he done enough damage? He could– he could find something to bandage her with–

In truth, he didn't trust himself. There was no telling whether he'd have the self-control to stop for a second time, were he to get that close to her neck again.

"Don't you want a little more?" she asked, pushing herself into a sitting position. "I'm still bleeding so much... You don't want to waste it, do you?"

There was a mask covering the lower half of her face, and judging from that and the all black attire, she must've been a hunter. This woman could've staked him. God had given him an out, and he'd let himself be blinded by his selfish hunger.

"I'm s-sorry," Jude stammered, quickly rummaging through all his belogings to find at least a band-aid. "I'll, I'll help you– I'll patch you up, I just need a moment–"

"Can't you lick the wounds closed?" She got to her feet and ventured further into the cabin, grabbing onto the back of his shirt to steady herself and making him flinch. "There's so much blood... Is the flavour not to your liking?"

Jude spun around, and found himself trapped between the wall and his victim. She pulled her mask down and gave him a smile, eyes sparkling with unabashed want.

"You don't want this," he choked out. The smell was so strong. She was so close. She was offering, if only because of the venom, but she was offering nonetheless.

"Oh, but I do. I want it so badly."

Jude stopped breathing entirely, closing his eyes for a moment to think. "What's your name?"

"Pia Gravenor, Master."

"D-don't call me that, please."

"I can call you whatever you want, sir, if you just spare me one more bite..." Jude's eyes snapped open when she grabbed his hand and guided it to the wound, pressing his fingers against her skin slick with blood. "The bleeding isn't stopping anyway..."

He swallowed hard, and her smile widened. She was so desperate for just a bit more venom. He could give that to her, and close the wound after. He could take just one more sip. Just one more.

He was leaning in before he could fully process that he was doing it, lapping up the spilled blood trickling down her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair and kept him there, murmuring soft reassurances and pleas for him to bite again.

Please, forgive me. I'm so hungry. I've been hungry for so long.

Let me have a full meal, just this once.

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#asks #silent candy anon #whump #whump drabble #vampire whumper #vampire whumpee #death #murder #religious themes #religious trauma #religious guilt #suicidal ideation #starvation #self-blame #memory loss #abandonment #lady whumpee #noncon drugging #dehumanisation #jude

[iluvshinytwink]

World - Jude Bellingham

"My darling, you are my home and world. In your return, I'll stay by your side. My whole world will be you."

Synopsis: You've comforted Jude lots of times, but now it's his turn to comfort you.

a/n: first person to guess the song used gets 0.2 robucks

There's no doubt that football is a harsh sport, a sport that will result in injuries, a sport that requires the best mentality, a sport that requires peak physical attributes-- the list goes on. But sometimes, like every human being, we feel tired. That is something all of us, even the best players, have to experience.

There's been many times where Jude has a bad game and enters the house without saying a word. His eyes fixated on the ground as he holds his breath.

Jude enters the house, a sigh leaving his lips. His eyes close momentarily before being forced open, the things in his hands fall freely on the ground as he makes his way through his couch. His body ached, his arms felt loose, his legs felt shaky, his fingers felt numb.

Jude closes his eyes, the warm room making him sweat. Suddenly, soft footsteps descend the flight of stairs. "Jude?" your voice called out to him. His head wanted to jolt towards your voice, but it hurt. His body hurt so much. His arms wanted to reach out to you, but they felt so loose, so numb. His lips wanted to call out your name, but they were cracked and his throat was dry. His eyes wanted to search for your figure but they were too heavy to pry open.

"Jude!" you say, finally spotting him in the depths of his couch. Finally, his eyes pry open, but just a little, just enough to see you. "Jude, if you were too tired to drive, you could've called me." you sighed quietly, crouching to his eye level.

Your hand finds its way to your boyfriend's hair, stroking it softly. A weak smile appears on Jude's face.

There were so many days where Jude hated football, he hated being tackled, he hated being out of breath, he hated having injuries, he hated running around, tired. But at the end of the day, you were there. There were so many days where he wanted to quit football so he could sleep in and live the hours in your presence. But dreams were rough, you'd have to fight for them, you'd have to cry for them. bleed for them, sweat for them and Jude has accepted that, as long as he could end the day with your touch, your smile, and your lips, he could continue on.

There were so many night where Jude hugged you tightly, never letting go. Times where you loved him regardless and did nothing but whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

But what happens when its the other way round?

Jude enters the house, humming the song playing from his earphones. The house was silent and dark. Jude didn't pay mind to it and placed his things on the table. "Babe?" Jude calls out, putting the last of his things down. No response. Jude takes out his earphones, making his way upstairs.

Meanwhile, with you, you found yourself covering your mouth, securing a strained sob. Today was particularly hard for you, everything didn't seem of going your way and you couldn't help but cry. You couldn't stop the tears once it started. It came out, one by one, your feelings had stained the bedsheets, your emotions was heard by the empty house.

You couldn't let Jude see you like this. God forbid. Your hands covered your mouth, suppressing breaths and threats.

"Babe?" Jude calls out once more. No answer once more. Jude grew worried with every second past unheard of your voice.

Jude opens the bedroom door but was met with darkness. Jude touched the walls, looking for the light switch.

You hid under the sheets as you had no choice. Another tear slips from your cheeks and into the bedsheet. "I see you." Jude chuckled, not knowing of your struggle. Your body hugs itself tighter. Jude laughs, approaching you.

Jude has never seen you cry therefore you didn't know how he would react and so you were scared. You didn't know how to approach him about your problems, you didn't know how to say that something was wrong and so you hid. Away from him.

Jude's hand makes contact with the bedsheet, slowly pulling it away. You didn't have any time to react.

Your eyes was glued on anything but him, you couldn't bare to see the reaction he'd have once he'd seen you vulnerable. "Babe? What's wrong?" Jude said quickly, kneeling before you.

Jude's hand touched your cheeks, wiping away the hot tears. Your eyes couldn't dare look at his. Jude touches the hand that covered your mouth, trying to slowly pry that hand away from your mouth. Your arm tensed but after a few seconds, you complied to it.

"What's wrong?" Jude whispers, caressing your hand. Even with the softness of his voice, your eyes couldn't meet his. "Please look at me." Jude pleaded with a whisper. Your eyes leaked another tear before slowly finding its way to Jude's eyes.

His eyes softened at your gaze, a worried expression on his face. His lips parted and his eyebrows knitted in sadness.

"You're too pretty to be crying." Jude smiled in relief, wiping another of your many tears. "What's wrong?" He whispered once more. If he spoke louder the uneasy tone he was hiding would've come out. If he spoke louder, you would've heard his trembling voice.

Minutes pass and no answer came from your cracked lips. You wanted to speak, to whisper something, to mumble anything, but you couldn't. There was a knot in your throat that was tied too tight.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it right now." Jude whispered with a smile. "Can I join? My knees hurt." Jude joked, standing up. Your body moved to make space for your boyfriend and he quickly joined in with you.

Jude covers the both of you in the sheets so the both of you saw each other clearly. Embarrassed, your eyes still couldn't connect with his freely.

Jude scooted towards you. Jude brings you towards him, putting his chin on top of your head.

Jude's hands played with your hair, his fingers twirling your strands. Jude starts humming.

He remembered how you'd always hum to calm him down, it could've been a song you just heard about today or a song both of you know, he didn't know why but it comforted him.

You close your eyes and another tear slips away. But those weren't tears of happiness, more like tears of happiness that you had this lovely boyfriend that loved you regardless, even if you didn't talk, even if you couldn't meet his eyes, he loved you relentlessly.

Jude closed his eyes, a tear of his own falling from his eyes. His heartbeat pounded against your chest. He couldn't bare to see you cry, he knew that now. Jude kept humming, he hummed the song that played in the car a while ago, he hummed a song that you loved. He didn't know if he was calming you down but he didn't know what to do, the poor boy.

Finally, the tears stopped. A smile wrapped your lips as your arms hug him back.

I initially got this idea in the morning but i was too busy and didn't finish it until i just sat down and thought "oh shit i forgor."

Anyways hope u enjoyed this one, much love to everyone who likes this 🫶

And of COURSEEEE DON'T FORGET TO SLASH THAT LIKE BUTTON AND DEMOLISH THAT SUBSCRIBE BUTTON FOR KORE BANGERZNZBZBZBZB LKKE THES

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham imagines #delulu hours exe #imsoslaying #iluvshinytwink

[nightghoul381]

Ellis Twilight~ Main Route Chapter 3 + Letter

Disclaimer for route warnings | Masterlist

Additional Content Warnings: None

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

Part 1

Ellis: “Escort?”

At the breakfast table, Victor had been told of my unexpected first job as ‘fairytale keeper’.

Victor: “Right! With the two of you protecting Kate, our secret will be protected.”

Victor: “Kate will be able to observe you two up close and record your sins…”

Victor: “This plan kills two birds with one stone, since it allows her to fulfill her duties as a fairytale keeper as well!”

Victor: “What do you think, Ellis?”

Ellis: “I’m fine with it as long as you are, Kate.”

Ellis: “There’s no guarantee that something like yesterday won’t happen again…I’d like to be by Kate’s side.”

Victor smiled at Ellis’ reply, and then looked at Jude.

Victor: “Of course, Jude, you’ll take responsibility right? You hate being in debt, don’t you?”

Jude: “Tch…”

(I think I’ll feel safe as long as I’m close to Ellis…)

Just because I’d been with Ellis, I was mistakenly identified as ‘Jude Jazza’s girl’ and my life was threatened…

I can’t help but be wary of Jude.

Jude: “Just don’t cry when ya see something scary, princess.”

(It’s scary…but Victor has come up with a good proposal, so I can’t be timid here.)

Kate: “I’ll be okay, I’m surprisingly strong!”

Jude: “…hah”

Jude laughed at my smile and lowered his gaze to the newspaper.

Ellis: “Then it’s settled. I look forward to working with you, Kate.”

Kate: “Yes, thank you.”

I also smiled at Ellis, and unlike Jude, he gave me a soft smile in return.

Ellis: “Come to think of it, you could speak in a more casual manner.”

Kate: “Eh…”

Ellis: “You could just say ‘ yeah, thanks’.”

Kate: “Y-yeah…thanks.”

Ellis: “Mmm, feels good.”

I was soothed by the warm feeling that Ellis had given me…

Victor: “Now that we’ve settled on a good plan, it’s time for your first mission.”

At Victor’s words, my spine stiffened.

(This will truly be my first job as ‘fairytale keeper.’)

I brace myself, knowing that this first step is crucial in gaining their trust.

Victor: “—Actually, I want you to gather some information.”

Victor: “About the kidnappings happening all over London.”

Part 2

Victor: “—Actually, I want you to gather some information.”

Victor: “About the kidnappings happening all over London.”

Kate: “Kidnapping…incidents?”

The disturbing words brought back the nervousness that was etched into my skin when I first met the members of ‘Crown’.

Victor: “Yes. All ages. From toddlers to teenagers, and of course adults.”

Victor: “What they have in common is that many of the adults were prostitutes or street performers.”

Victor: “A singer popular in the bars has also disappeared… but many of the people lived without a fixed address.”

Jude: “Since the victims weren’t very important, and their addresses were unknown, it’s hard to report them missing.”

Jude: “So, as usual, the police won’t take action.”

Sadly, as Jude had said, the status of the people working in red-light districts is looked down upon.

Behind the scenes of a glittering world, they are treated like garbage.

Victor: “So, here’s the thing…”

Victor: “Did you know that an art fair is currently being held in London and performers are gathering there?”

Kate: “Yes. It’s not as busy as the social season, but it’s still quite crowded.”

Victor: “Jude, Ellis, I would like you to go there and gather information.”

Victor: “They are rootless but they are more connected than you might think.”

Jude: “Why should I have to go? Such a pointless mission.”

Victor: “It may have something to do with the people were involved in the human trafficking that you recently took care of privately.”

Victor: “It’s the ship you’re stuck on, isn’t it? Also… I believe it’s been a long time since you’ve been on holiday.”

Apparently, this was information that Victor wouldn’t have known unless someone told him,

Jude glared directly to his side.

Jude: “…Ellis.”

Ellis: “I answered honestly because I was asked. I’m sorry.”

(Surprisingly, the power balance between those two may be equal…)

Victor: “And with that, I say, have a good day!”

Directed by Victor’s incredibly bright voice, we headed off to our mission.

(It’s even more crowded this time…!)

Appetizing aromas wafted from the gorgeous stalls lined up at the art fair venue.

It’s not just the food that makes people happy,

There were people painting pictures on the street, and people performing on large stages set up on the street corners.

As I walked around, I felt like I’d be engulfed by the lively and fun atmosphere.

(I can’t keep up, I’m so excited…I need to concentrate properly on the mission.)

(Right, let’s focus now.)

Kate: “Ellis, Jude. Could you tell me about the curses that you two have?”

Ellis: “We haven’t talked about that yet, have we?”

Ellis: “My curse is the curse of ‘Thorns’ and Jude’s is ‘The 13th Wizard’.”

Ellis: “They’re the curses that became the motif for Sleeping Beauty (Thorn Princess).”

(The curse of thorns and the curse of the wizard…)

The wizard is a villain who hates the fact that he wasn’t invited to the princess’ birthday party and tries to kill her by putting a curse on her.

(I can understand how the wizard is a villain, but…)

(What is the sin of ‘thorns’?)

Part 3

(I can understand how the wizard is a villain, but…)

(What is the sin of ‘thorns’?)

As I was thinking about it, Jude suddenly stopped and looked back listlessly.

Jude: “No need for the three of us to stick together. Go gather information.”

Ellis: “But, what about Kate’s escort?”

Jude: “You can handle it on your own.”

After saying that, he quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Kate: “…Does he hate me because of this?”

Ellis: “He’s like that to everyone, so I don’t think he hates you.”

Ellis: “Maybe it’s so you don’t end up in danger if we’re seen together again.”

(Hmm, could that really be true…?)

I gently swallowed back the words that had reached my throat.

Kate: “…Well if that’s the case, he’s a pretty kind person, right?”

Ellis: “I wouldn’t say he’s too kind. He loves tormenting people he hates and hearing their screams.”

Kate: “…”

(It’s scary how clearly I can imagine that…)

He’s the complete opposite of Ellis, who shows kindness to everyone he meets.

As if further proof, as soon as we separated from Jude, he was approached by people from all over.

Red-faced man: “Hey, you! Thanks for takin’ care of me the other day!”

Ellis: “You’re welcome. Don’t drink too much today.”

Kate: “Who was that…?”

Ellis: “He was passed out on the street, so I carried him home on my back. I don’t know his name.”

Kate: “Eh!”

(You brought a stranger home and took care of him?)

Surprisingly, that’s not the only instance—

Furniture craftsman: “Ellis, thanks to you introducing people to me, my business has gotten back on track!”

Student wearing glasses: “Good to see you again! I’d like to thank you for helping me repair my bicycle, so would you please give me your contact information…?”

Cat: “Meow”

Ellis: “You’re welcome.”

(Even the cat is thanking him…!?)

(It’s surprising to see him receiving so many thanks from so many people as we walked by…)

That alone shows how much good Ellis does on a regular basis.

Kate: “You have a wider network than even I do as a postal worker…!”

Ellis: “I guess so. I think that’s normal.”

Ellis was smiling happily when he saw the other people smiling.

(I’m sure what Ellis did for me yesterday is something he does on a daily basis.)

When he sees someone in trouble, he extends a hand to them.

A person who spreads happiness.

Those words came to mind as I watched Ellis happily conversing with the people of the town.

(I wonder if such a person would even have any ‘crimes’ that I should record…)

(Or perhaps I should say--)

(I wonder why such a kind person works for an assassination organization or for someone like Jude.)

Even though I was witnessing so much kindness from him… a question suddenly came to my mind, making my heart flutter.

Ellis: “Kate…Kate.”

Kate: “…Ah, sorry! I was thinking.”

Before I knew it, Ellis tilted his head and peered into my face closely…

Ellis: “Thinking about me?”

Part 4

Ellis: “Thinking about me?”

Kate: “…gh!?”

Like two lovers looking into each other’s eyes, our eyelashes were almost touching, and my heart jumped as he stared at me.

(Ellis doesn’t seem to be aware of it, but… it feels like he’s too close.)

The same thing happened when he came to visit me in my room the morning after I was taken to Crown Castle.

This is the second time his twilight eyes have come this close to me, and I look away as I feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

Ellis: “Ah, hit the nail on the head.”

Choices:

1. I was thinking about you, Ellis.

***2. How do you know? +4 +4 **

3. It’s not a hit

Kate: “How do you know?”

Ellis: “Hmm… How do I?”

Ellis smiled and handed me a mug with steam rising from it.

Ellis: “Yes, while you were thinking about me, I got some milk tea from the shop over there.”

Ellis: “Thank you for helping me with the delivery the other day.”

(….Ellis, you’re a scary man…)

Ellis lowered his long eyelashes, took a deep breath, and took a sip of his milk tea.

Ellis: “If there’s anything you wan to ask, just ask.”

Kate: “…Yes.’

Ellis: “‘yeah’, right?”

Kate: “…Ellis, why are you in Crown?”

Ellis: “Victor invited Jude, and Jude agreed, maybe that’s why?”

(Since Jude joined, that means Ellis joined…?)

Kate: “Why are you with Jude?”

Ellis: “You’re full of questions.”

Ellis smiled and wrapped his hands around the mug.

Ellis: “Before I met Jude, I was living here and there.”

Ellis: “I happened to meet Jude when I came to London.”

Ellis: “A lot of things happened and I made a promise.”

Kate: “A promise…?”

Ellis: “In exchange for me working for him, Jude will grant my request.”

Ellis: “So… until then, I’ll be with him.”

The feeling that something would happen if I continued to listen made my heart race.

Kate: “Ellis, what was your request…?”

Ellis: “It’s—”

Performer with a fancy hat: “What!?”

(…!?)

I was surprised by the loud voice, and when I turned, it seemed that right behind me was the back of a special stage.

The performer was scratching his head in confusion.

Performer with a fancy hat: “Without the two of you, I can’t do it…I’m so disappointed…!”

(Neither have come… other performers maybe?)

Kate: “Ellis.”

Ellis: “…yeah.”

Part 5

Performer with a fancy hat: “Without the two of you, I can’t do it…I’m so disappointed…!”

(Without both… another performer maybe?)

Kate: “Ellis.”

Ellis: “…yeah.”

--“What they have in common is that many of the adults were prostitutes or street performers.”

We exchanged glances and headed toward the performer who had a troubled look on his face.

Kate: “Um, excuse me.”

Performer with a fancy hat: “Hmm? Oh, sorry folks, but my stage is in ten minutes!”

Ellis: “You just said that you can’t go…”

Performer with a fancy hat: “I haven’t heard from my companions who were supposed to come out with me.”

Performer with fancy hat: “I wonder how many people this is… it’s been a little weird lately.”

(He hasn’t heard from them… and multiple people…)

(If we talk to this person, we might learn something.)

Ellis: “If you don’t mind, I’d like to hear more about that story.”

Performer with a fancy hat: “I’m sorry, but I don’t have time for that right now! I have to quickly think of a performance I can do on my own.”

After waving his hand to shoo us away…he looked straight at our faces again, as if he had just had an idea.

Performer with a fancy hat: “It would be a different story if you folks would cooperate with me on stage.”

Performer with a fancy hat: “Haha! What am I saying? No matter how desperate I am for manpower, getting amateurs involved is a no-no.”

As he shook his head, as if saying it was just a momentary flight of fancy, Ellis quickly closed the distance between them.

Ellis: “Cooperate? What can I do?”

Performer with a fancy hat: “Haha! What are you so excited about? I was just kidding.”

Ellis: “But if I cooperate with you, you’ll tell me all the details, right?”

Performer with a fancy hat: “…Why is that, brother, you’re just ‘curious’ right?”

He looked at us, his nice-looking face contorted with confusion.

Performer with a fancy hat: “But giving information about one of your friends comes with a certain amount of risk.”

Performer with a fancy hat: “I can’t guarantee that you don’t have any malicious intent. After all, this is our first time meeting.”

Kate: “What can we do to get you to trust us?”

Performer with a fancy hat: “I suppose…”

Performer with a fancy hat: “If you don’t complain even if you’re the target of a knife-thrower, or tied up and submerged in a fish tank…”

Performer: “I might be able to trust you.”

(Target of a knife thrower…!?)

Ellis: “Okay. I’m good at that kind of stuff.”

Not confused like I was, Ellis fearlessly agreed to the conditions.

(As expected, he’s used to going to business meetings with Jude, so he’s used to negotiating…)

I thought that Ellis’ cooperation with the sow would be enough to seal the deal, but the reality was not so easy.

Performer with a fancy hat: “Tch-tch-tch… it won’t work if it’s just you, my brother. I need your girl’s cooperation too.”

Ellis: “…Why?”

Performer with a fancy hat: “Why for the sake of the show, of course!”

Performer with a fancy hat: “An emotional finale about a tragedy that tears lovers apart! It’s sure to get a lot of applause.”

(…knife throwing… tied up in a fish tank…)

Ellis looks at me with concern as I slowly turn pale.

Ellis: “Kate, you don’t have to force yourself.”

(Ellis was the target of Victor’s knife throwing, so I’m sure he’ll be okay.)

There’s no way I could imitate that extraordinary physical ability, but…

It’s up to us to get information from this person.

(In this case, I have to trust Ellis and this performer and just do it…)

Kate: “I understand, I’ll cooperate.”

Next Chapter

#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikemen villains translation #ikevil translation #ellis twilight #ikevil ellis #ikevil ellis twilight #ikemen villains ellis #ikemen villains ellis twilight #ellis twilight main route

[visd3stele]

Request (by @folkloregirljude ): Hello :) You could do a story of Jude and Cardan taking care of little Oak and jealous because Cardan steals his sister's attention.

TW: none, just cute, pure fluff

A/N: this is happening separate from the canon of the new book, a bit divergent from the canon of the trilogy as well. ALSO, i know it's been months, i'm SO SORRY...i got some medical issues on my hands that are solved now, so I hope this is worth the wait

also, I don't remember if Oak had hooves as well or just the little horns, but in this fic he has both.

Mine! No, mine!

The Fae Folk is not prone to change. And yet, multiple changes surveyed their world in the span of a few months. Their king died, the royal family butchered, the drunkard Cardan – out of all people! – became king and, after a brush with war against the Mer Folk, Jude Duarte became his queen.

Queen of Elfhame. Jude didn't know what to make of the title. She figured out how she feels about other titles in her life: Seneschal, she quite liked, having hidden her true influence at Court in the shadows, spy gave her a thrill for sure, but never without the dissapointment that came with it after failing to be a knight, wife, after a long time, she accepted with an embarrasing leap of her heart.

But queen, that she has yet to figure. It wasn't part of her plan. And, even though she learned to cheerish the gift of Elfhame as it accepted her in its heart without guilt or shame, even though she could see how much her husband thrived under the crown, Jude simply couldn't make peace with the title. It wasn't hers. Nor Cardan's. In her mind, it still belonged to Oak, hers and Cardan's both baby brother. Because that was the plan!

The more she looked at the little fae, playing with Cardan in the garden – jumping over his tail as if it was a skipping rope he used to love in the mortal land – the more Jude begin to doubt the plan.

"Hey, Jude," the young fae called out of breath, excitement overcoming the tiredness. "Look what I can do!"

Oak bounced from foot to foot over the lazy slash of Cardan's tail in the air, turning around and switching sides in a chaotic, funny dance. The Queen of Elfhame felt the corners of her mouth twitch despite herself. She approached the pair, coming to rest her arms on her husband's shoulders as he hug him from behind.

"That's impressive, Oak!" She said, ignoring the way Cardan's hair tickled her neck as he leaned his head back to look at her. His beautiful, deadly wife.

Cardan smiles up at her, reaching his fingers tentatively to brush over Jude's cheek. The movement spelled her, for Jude leaned into his touch, closing her eyes to enjoy the serene calmness of the moment for what seemed to be the first time in her life since arriving to Elfhame.

"Mmm," Cardan mused happily. Leaning even more to press a kiss to his right below his wife's chin. His focus shifted entirely on Jude, forgetting all about Oak and their game.

"Hey!" The young fae protested. "I wasn't done. Jude, you have to see this. Vi showed me humans dancing like this."

"Of course, Oak."

Jude pushed her husband's shoulder playfully, if only a little bit too harsh – force of habit, she supposed – pressuring him to humor their little brother.

With an amused roll of his eyes, Cardan obeyed. "Anything for you, my cunning queen."

Heat climbed all the way to Jude's ears, pushing her heart to beat faster than she could keep up with.

Oak resumed his little skipping dance. It looked more and more put together by the second, Jude noticed now that she was paying attention. Or trying to, at least. But Cardan could never miss an oportunity to touch his wife. He never quite believed that luck shone mercifully over his head in earning Jude's affection. And now that no threat loomed ovet their heads and the land claimed her as its queen and she didn't need him, Cardan needed the physical reassurence that Jude meant it when she confessed to loving him more than ever.

"You look esquiviste, as always." He pured, trailing his hand up and down the back of her neck.

Redder than a Redcape's bloodied cape, Jude snaped her glare down to Cardan. "Stop that," she snarled. "Oak..."

"... is taking a lot of your attention lately."

And it was true. The weeks following Jude's official coronation, she invited her family to stay at the palace. She couldn't bare the nauseting feeling of not knowing where they are, if they are safe. And having them so close under her nose was easier than sending the Roach or the Bomb to spy on them.

"Oh? Is that jealousy I hear, my king?"

And just like that, Cardan's semblance of control faded into nothing. He would never admit it, but being king has been something he cherrished, despite the dire circumstances that led to and conditioned his reign. He liked the mind games the Court required of him and all the ways he discovered he could help and protect Elfhame without shedding blood or lifting a sword. Hearing the title fall through his Jude's lips in earnest love and admiration – more than he could have ever hoped for – untied any thread of decorum he sewed.

Cardan stumbled over himself as he rose in one hurried jump to cup his wife's face in his hands. An indignat huff from Oak, however, put a stop to the kiss he meant to share with Jude.

"Cardan!" The kid complained. "You had Jude all day yesterday at the meeting. Let me show her my game!"

"Later, kid," Cardan grumbled.

"Now!" Oak countered, stomping his little hooved foot, crossing his arms and leveling Cardan with all the authoruty he could muster.

The High King was having none of it. He moved behind Jude, wraping his arms around her waist and his tail all the way up to her calf. He rest his head atop hers, fully taking advantage of his height. And stuck his toungue out at Oak.

"Jude's my wife."

"She was my sister first!" And with that crying battle, Oak marched towards the royal pair. He stomped onto the fluffy end of Cardan's tail that rested on the side of Jude's foot, trying to free his sister from her husband's grip when the latter yelped and retreated in pain.

Cardan recovered swiftly, though, and grabbed Jude's arm before Oak could pull her away. "Go play, kid."

"Isn't the time of your noon drink?"

"You little..."

"Alright, alright, that's enough!" Jude, who so far has been watching the scene with an awed amusement settled on her face, broke free from her boys. "How about I spend some time with Oak now and you," she waved dismissingly at Cardan, "put together one of those surprise dinner dates you're so fond of for when Oak falls asleep?"

The High Queen of Elfhame didn't let out any space for arguments, despite her tone being inquiring. The rest of the day would go exactly as she said it would. Because, truth be told, she wasn't Oak's or Cardan's, they were both hers.

#jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #oak greenbriar #jude x cardan #jude and cardan #jurdan #my writing #my fic #jude and oak #tfota fic #tfota fanfic #fluff #jurdan fluff

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

In Qon, when Jude dreamt of Snardan and said I love to you him, she said his response was to devour her. Was this devour in the literal sense or some innuendo by Holly? 💀

i did not read this as an innuendo, no 😅🙈 i mean, you could pose that as an interpretation of the scene, sure. i highly doubt this is what Holly intended when she wrote it, though.

more likely, i think the snake eating Jude in her dream after she tells him she loves him represents Jude's own feelings.

when Cardan is a snake, he is all feeling, no thoughts. we get the understanding of what it was like for him in the final chapter of QON when Cardan, returned to his human form, describes the experience to Jude.

"I was perhaps not entirely an animal, but neither was I myself. I could not reason. There were only feelings—hatred and terror and the desire to destroy. [...] And you. [...] I knew little else, but I always knew you." –QON, p. 292

symbolically, snakes represent emotions, desires, and temptations at their basest levels. this is a fairly biblical reading re: the story of Eve and the serpent.

in her waking life around the time this dream occurs, Jude, out of desire to have some semblance of control over the outcome of the situation, is tempted to ensnare snake!Cardan with the bridle, keeping him against his will forever.

she is tempted because she is very afraid of her life without him, and can see no other clear path.

in the dream, Jude is subconsciously afraid that her feelings for Cardan are so large and so monstrous, they will swallow her whole.

and possibly that her grief in a world without him, should she fail to find a way to break the curse, will swallow her whole.

but snakes also represent healing, growth, and rebirth in non-biblical contexts. and indeed, when Jude learns to let go of her fears and her desire to control, the King of Elfhame is reborn from the bloodied body of the slain serpent.

–Em 🖤🗡

more theories & analysis

#oh this was a fun one #love me some symbolism. some themes and motifs 😌🤌 #tfota #jurdan #jurdannet #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #the folk of the air #snardan #the queen of nothing #queen of nothing #tqon #qon #the cruel prince #the wicked king #tcp #twk #holly black #asked and answered #nonnie #my analysis

[taexual]

Ara you're actually trying to kill me, I'm sure (also this is a long one, I'm sorryyy)

he collapsed back onto the pillows and buried his face in his hands, a ridiculous smile spreading beneath his fingers as his heart continued to race in his chest.

Pls we're twinninnng, this is me reading your series btw, the definition of giggling and kicking my feet at its finest

Also, me thinks that Joon and Maggie deserve their own altar each, I love them, with him casually saving their asses and talking some sense into oc as he should, and Mags representing each of my thoughts, like

“That fucking loser,” she said. “That massive fucking piece of shit. Fucking good-for-nothing rat. Motherf—”. “Yeah, Mags,” you interjected, knowing she might not stop for a while.

Let’s kill him”. “Or, you know,” she added in response to your and Luna’s expressions, “let’s beat him up. That’ll work, too.”

I have never felt this represented in any form of media, let her continue please, Sid just keeps pissing me off and she deserves to take her frustrations out, preferably on him in a very violent way, maybe even with a brick or a chair, idk

You ended up watching each of the boys leap over the threshold of the door for no reason whatsoever, just to see who could jump the farthest—until Jungkook smacked his head right into the top of the door frame.

This has happened irl, I have no doubt about it. And I have to say, I absolutely love the way you portray the guys in the series, obviously we don't know them personally and never will, but as far as the persona each of them maintain for the public and what is shown in the media, this feels accurate and warm somehow, without engaging too much in the stereotypes, or forgetting that they're humans despite our (and the world's) expectations. I'm always glad to find writers like you to keep this thoughtful and respectful approach, even when it comes to fiction <3

Pouting, he walked over to you after everyone else had finished laughing and left. You fixed his hair, trying to bite back your laughter, and he pulled you into a hug.

Jungkook was about to object—you couldn’t remove your hands from his skin so abruptly, there was a certain procedure you had to follow to ensure he could still breathe when you were no longer touching him.

Stop it right now, this section made my heart EXPLODE, they're so mf cute, I'm so aloneeee jfc, like if you look up the word 'simp' his photo is showing up, there's no discussion

Still, he paused again by the door, giving you one last overly dramatic nod over his shoulder as if he were in a spy film. Then he left with a triumphant fist in the air after finally earning a chuckle from you.

Their banter has me squealing again, but who's surprised, honestly, this is like the 92828 time I say this, but their. dynamic. is. everything. to. me. I cannot stress enough how heartwarming it has been to see them allow themselves to express those feelings with time, so proud of my children :c

Stopping, you looked around warily until you finally spotted Minjun’s head peeking out from behind the corridor wall.

OH HEY BOO, I'm glad we're seeing more of his role here, and the entire interaction with Jude was uncomfy yes, but it brought us answers, some pity for him ngl, aswell as excitement for their plan, and it reenforced my admiration for oc, bc what a good person she is. I'm not surprised in the slightest about Sid letting his closest friend(pet) die, and I hope he rots in hell, alone and bitter while my babies live and love freely :D

Luna noticed the slight commotion and approached you. As soon as you finished telling the girls what happened to your handbag, she broke into a surprisingly graceful, but very, very drunken performance of flailing her limbs and singing, “I knew it! I fucking knew it!” while Taehyung watched her from the doorway with unmistakable fondness. He had genuinely never looked more in love.

Him and Jungkook go head to head over who is the most whipped, and I need me a partner like this, tyvm

“I am learning to be okay with others knowing, though. And I want you despite that. Despite others. Despite everything. I want to be with you.

No because I would die immediately, what do you mean oc, you cannot just say stuff like that and expect people not to propose on the spot, jk get the ring, I'll be the officiant idc

And know presenting a compilation of more tender moments from this chapter we have:

“And it’s okay,” he continued. “I can’t make decisions for you, but you’re—you have us. We’ll always have your back. We won’t sit idly if we find out the label made you resign.”

You’ve found your family when you met Rated Riot. They made bets about your relationship, they teased each other at nearly every possible moment, they complained and argued, but they supported each other with unwavering loyalty. And you were prepared to fight, if it came to it, to stay with them.

Then Maggie caught you off guard by wrapping her arms around you—as if you’d crossed Middle Earth and battled Smeagol for her phone—and you realised how safe, happy, and comfortable you felt here.

He could hear Taehyung singing along to “Do I Wanna Know?” by the drinks table while Luna and Maggie waved the flashlights on their phones dreamily for extra ambience in the dimly lit room. He could also see, most unusually, the way Hoseok and Jimin seemed to be exchanging money right behind the two girls.

All these to say that I'm a SUCKER for the platonic affection, the found-family trope, the comfort, support, silliness, honesty, and love that comes with it, and specially the way you always manage to include those fragments of their interactions, personalities and memories in the story; bc yeah oc and jk will always be the main focus, but the fact that you make the effort of showing us the characters' (both main and secondary) struggles and development really ties everything together, and makes this au one of my favorite series of all time, I genuinely have enjoyed it more than some published books, you have so much talent Ara c:

I'm sure this ask is lengthy enough, sorry about that, but I loved this part (one of my favorites for sure), and I hope you take care of yourself, see you in the next one!! 💜

babe, you are a dream come true, please don't ever apologise, you're perfect 🥺 thank you so much for sharing your beautiful thoughts and for hitting probably every single mark i was the most excited for you to read 😭🙏🏻

i love all of these characters so much, so hearing that you've enjoyed their little moments too is the biggest gift for me, thank you so much 🥺🤍🤍🤍

you are heaven-sent, i don't know what to say. your messages are absolutely, without any doubt, every writer's dream, and i seriously can't thank you enough for this!!!!!! i love you 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

#ask #alanniys #taexual; sleepwalking #also you killed me with the “this has happened irl I have no doubt about it” i am screAMING #and the fact that you found similarities between the boys we've got to know and the boys in my story is absolutely the biggest compliment #thank you so much once again 🥺🥺🥺 #i feel like i went through every emotion you mentioned feeling while i was reading this (and will do that again) 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[beloved-daydreams]

Folktober2023 Prompt: "Seven Devils - Florence + The Machine" 😈❤️‍🔥

An attempt by

Hosted by @jurdannet and @jurdannetrevels

📘 1 200+ words

😎 Characters: Cardan, seven devil-Judes (each for one sin)

✒️ Tags: ??? I don’t even know but spicy stuff is implied near the end

📢 Summary: For some strange reason, Jude has been split in seven. Each one of them has quite an eccentric personality, yet Cardan loves it. Surrounded by his wife’s seven different "selves", the poor man has no idea in how much danger he truly is.

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Jude had been split in seven.

Overnight, just like that, no one knew how it happened, why it happened or how they could turn it back. All they knew is that the seven of them were causing mayhem across the entire palace.

The one claiming to be the best amongst them all was supposedly the avatar of pride. She did what she wished without asking for anybody’s permission nor opinion, no matter how arrogant or cruel. “I’m the Queen of this kingdom. Dare say anything and see how that goes for you.” She announced, all haughty.

Another one kept sneaking off into the treasury, if only to just lay there and claim that everything in it was hers everytime her husband walked in. She didn’t care for anything else, just admiring the gold, the gems and asking for more and more artifacts, more and more treasures to be found and brought in. Truly the avatar of greed.

Then another would look at the fae, their perfect figures, shiny skin and silky hair, their natural strength and aptitude for magic. “Scum. They’re wasting their gift. Had I been born like them, I would already be the incontestable ruler of both worlds. The fae and the humans.” The avatar of envy, truly green with envy. Her stares full of resentment could stab and kill, making the fae run away from a “mere mortal”. She’d laugh and scoff at their cowardice.

The fourth one kept flipping out at any small fault she could find in- well, anything. The carpet in the hall had a small stain? Incompetent servants. She poured bottles and bottles of wine on the rest of the carpets, increasing the amount of work. Was the meat too cooked? Or not cooked enough? Careless chefs. She threw the food back to the kitchen’s floor. “Start over.” she’d say. Her husband keeps drinking and looking at the 6 others? Horny lunatic of a husband. She pinned him on the walls and the ground sometimes, launching herself at him, making it hurt so bad. Or, well, according to the King it hurt “good”. The avatar of wrath didn’t mince her words nor actions, yet the High King loved it.

Though the next one might actually have been the most problematic for the King, and that was because she was both his fantasies come true and a nightmare to handle, how to turn her down when she’s so overtly needy? So clearly using seduction to break him? The avatar of lust was truly frightening and impossible to deal with.

The sixth one couldn’t stop eating. A banquet had to be held the whole day to keep her satisfied. And magically, she could gobble down an impossible amount of food, as if her stomach had no bottom. “Tell the chefs to cook faster!” The avatar of gluttony had an insatiable hunger. She was burning through the food stocks of the palace as if they were matchsticks.

And finally, the last one just slept the day away. At all times, she could be found in the chambers. Thankfully, the least troublesome of the bunch, the servants were glad of the ease with which she could be handled. All they had to do was to stay quiet while coming in the mornings to clean the rooms, of course trying to wake her was useless anyway, and besides, it was better to leave her be. The avatar of sloth was truly a godsend when you compared her to the other six.

Pride, greed, envy, wrath, lust, gluttony and sloth. With each of them, horns in their hair, it truly looked like there were seven devils.

The servants would cry about the irrational demands they would get, they begged the Council of the Living to find a way to bring their “real” Queen back. Seven Judes was way too much to handle. Fand and Tatterfell were worried, as well as Cardan. Or, as much worry as he could muster at least. He loved it and wasn’t even trying to hide it. Seven Judes? This must be heaven. Though with their big personalities, none of them were really willing to spend the night with him aside from the avatar of lust (for naughty reasons) and the avatar of sloth (for, well, just sleeping but it was still nice.)

In addition, with how busy Jude usually made herself be, it was honestly nice to have seven selfish Judes, always at home, making the palace grounds so lively and animated with fun incidents and filling the halls with the cries of desperation coming from the servants.

Fortunately or unfortunately, this hell-heaven had only lasted a week. Eventually, the “higher ups” of the courts had found some way to merge all of them back together into one body. Cardan felt like it was a bit of a pity though, not like he didn’t want to have his Jude back, but a couple more days wouldn’t hurt. Though knowing his wife, once she’d be back to normal, she would definitely scold him for making this go on longer than necessary.

And so he’d decided, he gave the greenlight to the Court of the Living to carry out whatever solution they had found, all he fully understood was that it was 100% safe and that was enough. Yet knowing that they would all be gone by tomorrow, for what was remaining of the day, he had been particularly morose, sulky, gloomy. Whatever else you could say about a man who was so love-starved that having seven devil wives running around was actually pleasant to have.

And yet, even as the devils they were, it seemed like they still loved their Cardan nonetheless. Their dear little hubby. Their needy little man. So for once -and for the last time, actually- the seven of them showed up for the night. Even the Jude of sloth was awake. Cardan was confused at first, then excited and giddy, then horrified when he realized what was about to happen to him. It would be so, so good. So terrifyingly good and he wasn’t sure if he could survive this.

“Maybe we shouldn’t.” He muttered under his breath.

Jude of pride possessively pushed him down on the bed, smirking.

“Oh, but isn’t this what you’ve been hoping for? The past seven days, that’s all you’ve been thinking about, am I wrong?”

Cardan stayed quiet, since he obviously couldn’t deny his way out of this. How painful is it that lying is never an option? Doomed to always tell the truth or not tell anything at all.

Following the lack of a response, the seven Judes looked at each other in agreement. We’re gonna fuck him, right Jude? Oh Jude, we’re so gonna fuck him. Silly little husband can’t even escape his seven devils, his seven wives. Poor depraved baby is about to overdose on our love, isn’t he? Oh he so will.

They don’t even need to communicate audibly, their gazes speak for themselves. Although they are separated, they all still originate from the same body after all.

And as they smile and start to lower themselves on Cardan, leaning over him, looking at him, crawling to him on the bed and overwhelming him with their gentle yet demanding touch, a thought flashes through Cardan’s filthy, submerged mind.

Ah. I’m about to die.

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Not super satisfied with this one, ngl. From here onwards, anything I might write will be more rushed than my earlier fics because I’ve been preparing the earlier ones since the beginning of october. This one however, I wrote it in 2-ish hours.

I also thought about doing this premise in reverse (with Cardan splitting in seven devils) but it seemed to fit Jude more since she literally has horns. Also, seven Cardans might be too much for me to handle lmao, only thinking about it already makes me kinda hot and bothered whoops.

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[bracketsoffear]

Firelord Ozai (Avatar: The Last Airbender) "Fire powers? Check. Used to inflict only pain and suffering? Check. Complete and total destruction of an entire culture and the attempted destruction and assimilation of the rest of the world? While using said fire powers? Check.

The use of fire to permanently disfigure his son for a minor slight and then strip him of everything he's ever known by exiling him in a futile quest feels SO desolation to me, It's like Jude Perry but without the stock market. Taking everything from the children of the Southern Water Tribe, both the victims taken and killed by the firebenders and the rest of the adults who left to fight them. The destruction and erasure of their own history for the sake of filling their children's heads with propaganda. Literally using the power of the eclipse to blast burn immense swaths of land from the air, impersonal and complete destruction. If you extend Ozai to represent the Fire Nation as a whole, which I think is pretty reasonably done as their dictator, it's pretty cut and dry."

Pyro (Team Fortress 2) "As shown in "Meet the Pyro", even their own team is scared of them: the Spy muses on what could fuel such a desire for destruction, the Scout promptly exits the interview room while refusing to divulge any information them, and the Heavy muses that “I fear no man. But that thing….it scares me”—the Pyro is so scary that he doesn't even consider them to be human. The Desolation is described as “a manifestation of pain, loss and unthinking or cruel destruction: ‘all of the worst parts of fire, with none of the warmth’ […] ‘a reckoning, a surging tide of destruction and pain’ and ‘blackened earth, the destructive agonising heat of burning flesh and land scoured of life, the light with the comfort of fire stripped from it, leaving nothing but the terror of its approach.’” Pyro may or may not intentionally be inflicting the Desolation on those around him considering that he sees the world through Pyrovision, but regardless he inflicts a great deal of unthinking suffering on his targets. He burns people alive, shoots them dead, and hacks people apart with axes, resulting in everybody being absolutely fucking terrified of them. Also, while Provision makes them see the world as a rainbow wonderland where killing mercenaries is playing with babies, when they hallucinate a bear telling them “Fire is nobody’s friend,” they hack the bear’s head off so brutally that bone shards start flying everywhere. It says a lot about them that Meet the Pyro is basically a horror movie."

Video CW: Violence

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[chloedrewitt]

Book Review: "The Cruel Prince" by Holly Black

Spoiler-free

Genre: young adult, fantasy • Triggers: murder, death, suicide, graphic descriptions of corpses, bullying, child abuse • Year of Publication: 2018

Plot: ★★★

Characters: ★★

Writing Style: ★

Re-Readability: ★★★

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General Thoughts

I want to start this by saying that I really wanted to like this book. Unfortunately, I ended up hating it. The plot is incredibly interesting and the idea of the Faerie world super engaging. However, everything that I liked about this book ends exactly there. I really did like the plot and all the ideas Black had, however her writing is simply not for me. Had another author with a different style written this book I am sure I would have enjoyed it. But let's get into the review, and please, remember this is purely my subjective opinion. This book is widely popular, so it has found its audience for sure. I just wasn't part of that, and that is okay. Nevertheless, I wanted to share my thoughts.

Plot

As I said above, the plot is the book's strong suit for me. Despite the fact that, keeping faerie's hate for mortals in mind, it would have made more sense to me had Madoc killed Jude and Taryn then and there in the prologue. Why does Madoc take Jude and Taryn with him to raise them? It would only make sense to kill the children that blossomed out of a union such as their parents, without giving too much away. Is it fae customs not to? Is it some sort of personal ego problem he has? Is it empathy, despite the obvious “monster”-like personality? It is never fully explained to the extent where I could say “Ah, yes! That makes sense.” (Maybe it is explained in the sequels, I can’t say).

Another thing that made no sense to me was when the spies captured Cardan. I won't get into too many details to still keep this spoiler free, but there was this one occurrence I really had trouble finding realistic. In that scene, the spies, the ones with the actual experience and training, let Cardan go to have a drink with him. Because he is oh, so charming. Keep in mind, Cardan is the only one who can seal his brother’s reign, which would be bloody and cruel (I think the book’s title refers more to his brother than Cardan. I won't say which brother though). It seems like a completely illogical plot device to show how amazing Jude is and how she knows everything better than the others. You know, the actual spies. Even if they don’t care what happens to Faerie or its king, I find it very OOC for a spy to free one of their captives, especially to have a drink with him. They should be able to resist Cardan’s "charm".

Still, even with these inconsistencies, I thought the plot was engaging and interesting. The whole setting, a human girl growing up in the faerie lands who sort of has to navigate this world where even the food could kill her any moment, sounds very intriguing. I also loved how the faerie's around her manipulated her despite the fact she was the only one able to lie.

I do, however, want to state that this is not an enemies to lovers in my opinion. The romance is merely a sub plot anyway and did not really do it for me, but Cardan e.g. kicking dirt in Jude's food is bullying, nothing more. To me, this is a bullies to lovers if anything. Still, the main plot saved the book for me, but unfortunately it was not enough for me to continue the series.

Characters

This is where the story really begins to crumble for me. I barely liked any characters. Probably the only ones who did not annoy me where Vivienne and Cardan, but only in the second half of the book.

Let’s start with Jude, since she is the main character. It might be because I am in my 20s and she is still a child (16 or 17 I believe), but Jude annoyed me so much. The only thing that made sense about her was the fact that she wanted to prove to herself and the fae that she was worthy. Which, after living in a world that tells you you are dirt is understandable.  I will get more into the writing style later, but it was so dry and emotionless that it made her sound like some robot, programmed to do only one thing: prove to the pretty fae that she’s worthy. Not to mention, it also made her sound very immature. Jude gets praised by the book community for being this super strong heroine that is super relatable and people can look up to - but I just saw none of that. Instead, I saw an insecure child trying to be included in things that are too big for her. When I mentioned this to someone they asked me if I read a lot of YA because "this is what YA heroines are like". I do, in fact, read a lot of YA and I can still say that Jude felt way younger than she was supposed to be. Comparing her to other YA heroines who are roughly the same age only strengthens this for me.

Let’s move on to Cardan. In the first half of the book, I wished someone would just punch him. When he was actually being punished later on I honestly didn’t feel bad for him. He treated Jude like shit, which, yes, I know, was the whole point but again, he did it in a very immature way. I’m thinking about the time he kicked dirt into Jude’s food or wanted her to kiss his feet. However, I later saw that this made sense for the character. He is insecure because of the way he grew up; isolated, lonely and faced with punishment. And in the second half of the book he was actually likeable as well. Cardan feels like the only character with actual depth. Where Jude had potential, Cardan had execution. However, Cardan and Jude’s immaturity made me uncomfortable as a reader sometimes. Mixed with the dry writing style, I could not help but imagine them as way younger than they were, all while they were making out and killing people or running around with a sword. 

Madoc. Oh, Madoc. How I dislike this character. Nothing about him made sense to me. He is a huge hypocrite. What exactly is his motivation? Everything was justified by him being a "monster" by nature, but that just didn’t satisfy me. First of all, "monster" is a very subjective term. No one is ever truly evil, and I would have just wished that Madoc wasn’t so one-dimensional. It made reading the entire arc that involved him hard. And if he really is a monster, why was he so nice to Jude and Taryn? Maybe I missed it somewhere, but I am really not sure why he didn’t kill the twins on the spot when he saw them (it's not a spoiler, this is literally the prologue) and only took Vivienne, his actual daughter, back to Faerie. I suppose taking the twins was meant to show he actually has depth to him, but the repetitive "he’s a monster" with absolutely no evidence for that claim ruined it for me.

This is something which Black does quite often, by the way. She makes a claim about a character but then gives barely any or no evidence at all to support this claim and the reader is simply expected to believe her.

The Writing Style

So, a little background info about what I personally enjoy reading. I study English Literature, so I am faced with “pretentious” writing almost every day. It is just a personal preference, but it is what I generelly enjoy. For me, a book has to have a healthy combination of dry and lyrical writing, so it doesn't reach either purple prose or sahara territory. The Cruel Prince's writing style is very dry and straight to the point. This can work to increase tension during a dramatic scene, but using it throughout the entire book does exactly the opposite. Some people will still like that, which I can respect. However, for me it was just boring to read and, to repeat myself once more, it made Jude sound very immature. Why? I can’t say for sure. But what I know is that in writing, everything has an effect on the reader. The writing style, the scenery, hell, even the metre. The writing style in this book simply had this effect on me. 

Another thing that I didn’t like was the several occasions of telling and not showing. Black mentioned three times in just a few pages that Jude and Cardan were enemies and they hate each. We got it, okay? There is no need to repeat it a million times. Perhaps she wanted to portray it as Jude telling herself they’re enemies and that she can’t pursue him, but it really did not seem that way to me and it unfortunately annoyed me.

Re-Readability

I think this a book you can definitely re-read if you liked it. It can be fun trying to look for clues within the narration that point to the big twists in the end. I personally just cannot put myself through this book again for all the reasons mentioned above.

Conclusion

I really cannot understand the hype of this book to be honest. Yes, the premise is interesting but the rest just does not do it for me and comparing it to other YA books, it felt incredibly immature to read. I am almost saddened to say that I regret spending almost ten euros on a copy of this, but what's done is done. I do, however, love the aesthetics of the book and will always stop to like a video of the wonderful cosplayers dressing up as the characters.

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[heaven-in-a-wild-flower]

Jurdan Headcanon (Jude Duarte and Cardan Greenbriar)

I’ve also published this on ao3 if you’d rather read it there, here’s the link. I’m making this a full series (Cardan in the Mortal World).

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 2.5

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Previous Chapter (Chapter 5)

Cardan in the Mortal World (Chapter 6)

Whips, Hazelnut Pumps and Green Brains

Cardan’s POV

I’ve been waiting at this tiny table for an eternity now, but the small clock on my hand says it’s only been 15 minutes. The door to this eatery keeps opening with a jingle of the bell on top but none of those who enter are my sweet villain. This establishment has a peculiar name ‘Starbucks’ however it displays neither stars nor buck horns as décor, nor some elusive creature named starbuck.

I finally decide that to entertain myself while I wait, I might as well treat myself to the delicacies of this eatery, which I’m starting to realise might be more of a tavern because the focus is on drinks rather than food. I join the line to order. The menu looks marvelously confusing, with delicacies I’ve never heard of (what creature’s meat is called a frappe?). The person ahead of me chants out at least 50 words, which the man behind the counter dutifully types into his screen (I heard him mention something about a whip, but I must be wrong, otherwise what sort of establishment has Jude brought me to?). It is then my turn and I mutter some of the words I heard the person say.

“Grande, no-whip, mocha...5 shots, with 2...of hazelnut, oat milk on top.” The man, Jake, as his tag reads, looks slightly confused but mercifully accepts the order. He asks for my name. I consider what purpose he has to know my identity and before I can ask him, I hear a name being shouted by another worker and realise the purpose for the name-asking. I give my name and pay him with some leaves I glamoured to look like the valuable green paper and take a seat.

My drink has been prepared and I bring it back to my tiny table. ‘Card On Green Brain’ the drink reads and I’d be outraged at how they have butchered my name but I find my mercy when I think about mortals and their miniscule intelligence. I take a sip, and immediately scrunch up my face. It tastes sweet when you expect bitter and bitter when you want sweet. It is a horrible, horrible drink but almost without my will, I keep sipping at it as I wait for Jude.

15 minutes later

Jude’s POV

I’m rushing through the streets because I’m a little late but with Cardan in the human world, even a minute is a chance for disaster. I burst into Starbucks, looking for my imbecile husband and find him sitting at a table looking suspiciously normal (for him). I approach and sit across from him trying to find some proof of whatever shenanigans he got up to without me there to help. The first thing I notice is that there are at least 8 cups on the table, all empty. Once I notice that, all the signs start showing themselves. His eyes are wide and shinier than usual, his usually elegantly stretched out legs are jingling beneath the table and he’s talking a mile a minute.

“-and then I decided to try another and another and I did not even like the taste at first, but then I suddenly started enjoying it. What is this white cloud on top of the drink? And also where are the pumps where they extract hazelnut syrup from? I think the pixies would love it. And why is this place called Starbucks, where are the bucks-”

“Okay! Okay, I’ll answer all the questions, could you just look straight into my eyes for a moment.”

He does and I almost lose myself in that intense stare as usual but then he starts blabbing again, “Your eyes are so beautiful, my darling god, my sweet villain, my WIFE-”

I put my hand on his mouth and wait for him to stop talking. I know I’m blushing but I ignore that and wait for him to calm down at least a little. Then I grab his hand and take him home because Cardan on a caffeine high feels like a dangerous thing to leave wild in the world.

We lie down on the bed, cuddling and he’s tapping a quick beat onto the back of my feet with his.

“Okay, you can ask me all the questions you’ve been hoarding up till now.”

He giggles gleefully and starts thinking so hard I’m worried he’ll break something. “Why does that tavern have such complicated drinks?”

And that is one question I have no answer to, which I tell him. He doesn’t even seem to care much for the answers, he just wants to ask questions. “Why do people have to clarify that they do not want a whip?”

That makes me laugh out loud, and I explain that it has to do with whipped cream not whips. He looks like a child, mouth forming an ‘o’ and eyebrows climbing to reach his hairline.

He asks questions and nods and nods and nods when I answer. And once when I can no longer resist the urge, I kiss the tip of his nose and he smiles so wide, it makes me blush.

Cardan’s POV

Jude falls asleep after sometime however my mind simply cannot simmer down. It races and races and I spend this gift of wakefulness to admire Jude when she’s asleep and at peace, one hand clutching his and the one crumpling his Wars of Star tunic. He kisses the top of her head and settles in for a long night of staying awake and refusing to move even one inch lest he wake Jude. It is the happiest, most delightful inconvenience he has ever experienced.

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[infernalight]

oc ideas under the cut...

character one:

Name: N/A

Faceclaim: Aaron from Dear.Door

Backstory: WIP, a doctor of sorts

How'd he die: ????

Now: Sinner demon with multiple clones of himself, a doctor/scientist who studies regeneration and other things in order to help save the demons... might become an in house doctor for the hazbin hotel??

Other: covered in scars from his death ???

character two:

Name: N/A

Faceclaim: Jinyoung from Dear.Door

Backstory: WIP

How'd he die: hahah, he's not dead. he's human

A human who had fallen in love with a demon (worked for ozzie; stole a crystal for him, but died when ozzie found out), once gaining the ability to travel to hell / heaven without issues, this caught the attention of the angels and after confronting the human about it, he formed a contract with an angel (he'd be their messenger, keep an eye on things in hell while he got a little bit of angelic power of his own, when using his angelic power his eyes change color); he has a bit of free reign but he constantly needs to check back with them and can be possessed by the angel holding his contract if he doesn't give them what they want. he has a demon disguise.

Other: hung like a horse

character three:

Name: N/A

Faceclaim: Sid from Dear.Door (pronounced Seed)

Backstory: started out as a low level demon, climbed his way to the top with help from charlie/lucifer/???? who had given some of their power to aid in his survival though to keep the power from overtaking him, he had to consume demons of the same level (tho bc he was BORN as a low level demon his body could only handle low level but in order to not be killed from the power within him, he must consume higher level demons that he couldn't end up digesting so they just clutter inside of him... (more on this LATER), but yeah.. demons in his head

How'd he die: ???

Now: ?????

Powers: LOTS OF THEM HE'S GONNA BE COOL OK FEEL FREE TO ASK ABOUT HIM

Envy or Pride

character four:

Name: N/A

Faceclaim: Ben from Dear.Door

A hellhound that can create hellhounds and use them to attack??? has hellhounds as pets?? something like that, alpha???

more to come!

character five:

Name: N/A

Faceclaim: Jude Blanc from Dear.Door

Makes & deals with weapons for Carmilla (maybe they have a contract??)

Sinner demon

How he died: ???

character six:

Name: N/A

Faceclaim: Cain from Dear.Door & Satan from Dear.Door

Lustful sinner / overlord demon

has/had a piece of a weapon from hell inside of his heart that limits his power

idk man he's super sexy.. super lustful...

can split himself into both cain and satan or be as just one

the good and evil parts of lucifer split and the good parts have formed their own sentient body, being forced by the angels to stay in the human world for the time being to get stronger, strong enough to take on satan, but instead of either one of them killing the other, satan re-absorbs cain

satan has the ability to split both sides of himself apart, but doesn't do it often

when separated they are still connected some way so if satan tries to hurt someone cain loves, satan won't be able to depending on how strong his feelings are.

satan can absorb things from humans

sin of wrath

character seven:

Name: N/A

Faceclaim: Gayle from Dear.Door

ars goetia working for stolas.

helps octavia with her magic, helps stolas with everything else. bsaed on Gamigin

*possible muses to be added listed below...*

character eight:

Name: N/A

Faceclaim: Metatron from Dear.Door

scribe of god

evil

character nine:

Name: N/A

Faceclaim: Gabriel from Dear.Door

character ten:

Name: N/A

Faceclaim: Azaniel from Dear.Door

slutty angel

#[ ooc ] ── * too glam to give a damn

[justmybookthots]

The Cruel Prince

4.5/5 stars

This book ruined me for fae books and I'm not even sorry. It also doesn't help that this was my first literary introduction to fae (Midsummer Night's Dream doesn't count). The prose is so lyrical and beautiful and had me feeling as if I were utterly lost in Elfhame / an otherworldly, fae-filled realm. (Also funnily enough, I read this series while I was down with COVID, so maybe the delirium added to the otherworldliness of it.)

What I Ioved about fae was that they couldn't lie. And Cruel Prince really does work that in parts - seeing Cardan use wit and cleverness and lies by omission to sidestep that "weakness" in him. Even until now I haven't quite seen a book execute that to the degree Cardan displayed. Books like ACoTaR just eliminate the inability to lie in their fae, which is a huge step down, in my opinion.

I also adored Jude, which is very rare for me because most heroines in fiction annoy me or they're either too bland for me to care. But Jude - JUDE - she was hardworking, ambitious and determined without being a special, overly snarky Mary Sue about it. She actually showed her smarts, imo best demonstrated when she outwitted Balekin (that exchange with the poison made me SCREAM).

Speaking of poison - she poisoned herself everyday, trying to build an immunity to poison. It was painful, and I cringed for her, but she did it. And throughout it all, she never had any special ability until the third book, which barely showcased said ability. Jude got through the trials and tribulations by being clever and cunning and human. She wasn't half-fae; she wasn't given special gifts in combat like Feyre - she was just herself in a world of immortals, and she worked her ass off to compensate for it.

But what makes the book for me isn't really Jude, though she's a big part of it. It's Cardan - whom I fell so deeply for; cruel, pathetic drunkard Cardan.

Was he a little too weak for my tastes? Yes. Was he a little too drunk, to the point that I found it repulsive at times? Yes. Was he kind of sucky in bed? Yes, though that's more because it's YA and they weren't going into detail about the spice.

And yet the way he spoke - how he could wax poetic and make it sound like a dagger or a kiss - OH MY GOSH. I also just love a boy who was able to be socially adept when he needed to, and manipulate people to his advantage. I loved how he had to teach Jude at the end of the first book to win allies over, and how he once (very exasperatedly, might I add) told her that murder (brute force / violence) wasn't the answer to everything.

I loved how cruel he was at the start and how he slowly became kinder, more trusting, more willing to love himself and accept that he loved Jude. And if there is one trope I hate in books, it's trauma-bonding, but there wasn't that. Jude's past was nowhere as wretched as his, and they never once felt like (... for lack of a better term) edge-lords pretending they were more special than the world because of their childhood histories. Cardan slowly came into his own without needing Jude to "fix" him.

I don't often feel my heart beat for male leads in books anymore, not for a long while. I've become very jaded, or something. I don't know. But I did for Cardan.

Shut up 😭😭😭😭

That's not to say this series is perfect. I have my gripes with it. The last book was meh and too short and could have done with more Cardan instead of him as a snake. I think there was a lot of potential wasted with that book. The first and the second are much, much better, though I still reread the third the most because they were far more certain in their love then. Also I do wish Jude was a little weaker just to seem more human, and Cardan a bit stronger.

I'm still mad at this series because it put me in book slump for a good bit. I couldn't get over it. It wasn't until some time later that I finally managed to start reading and enjoying books again. Even until today, I haven't read any books that portray fae as wonderfully as Holly Black did, and that is a problem because fae are everywhere, which makes my Cruel Prince hangover even worse.

Also, Holly Black can write her fucking ass off. She's one of the prettiest writers I've read. If there is one thing I hate, it's modern slang in a fantasy setting (to be honest, I just... despise modern slang in any setting... lol), but she nailed the prose for this book. It was so pretty and enchanting without it being too purple.

I need to get to Stolen Heir and I don't know why I haven't. I thought Oak was really cute in the Cruel Prince series, though I heard he becomes a real piece of work in the new book and I am very, very scared.

- Read in April 2023

#the cruel prince #cruel prince #booktok #book recommendations #the folk of the air #bookworm #booklr #books #jurdan

[bookpanda13]

Dancing the worries away

Description:

A carefree Rose Hathaway meets the struggling guardian Dimitri. She offers him a night of dancing and forgetting about his troubles for one night.

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Dimitri’s P.O.V.

It was my night off and I had not planned on ending up at a shabby nightclub outside of the province. But I needed to be away from my duties for once. Which meant the Dhampir bar in town was not an option.

Since becoming Queen Tatiana’s guardian I have been going from meetings, to dinners, and fancy parties full of royal Moroi. It does not sound bad at first. However, as a Dhampir my whole purpose it to protect my charge quietly from the shadows. It has been an exhausting few months. So for one night, I wanted to get away from it all.

I took my bike and looked for a bar nearby, and the closest I could find was this club. I went inside, checking how many entrances and exits there were. It was a habit gained through years of learning perimeter control that was hard to shake. I got to the bar and ordered a glass of vodka. A pretty bartender brought me my drink and tried for slight flirting. I wasn’t in the mood nor was she my type. I gave her a polite smile and turned away from her as soon as she was called back to work. I looked across the dance floor watching people moving without a care in the world.

That’s when I saw her. A young woman with curly hair tied in a ponytail, a black silk dress hugging her curvy body. She was smiling while she danced in the ocean of people. Embracing the freedom she gained from moving to the beat. She was mesmerizing, such beauty in one creature. It hurt to look at her.

But it seemed weird to keep watching her. I turned back to my glass and took a sip. It was American, but it was decent. I would stay for maybe an hour, three drinks and then head back to the guardian quarters.

I heard footsteps behind me and suddenly the girl from the dance floor was beside me. She ordered a shot of tequila and waited until it arrived. She was quite short, but held herself with a confidence that the fact didn’t matter. Out of my peripheral vision I could see her look towards me for longer than it seemed appropriate.

“Never knew guardians enjoyed the company of humans.” I almost froze at her statement. I noticed an Australian accent in her voice that indicated she did not come from this province.

“Never knew the Academy allowed their students to go outside the wards for clubbing.”

“I’m not a student at an Academy anymore. I’m just passing through.”

“Where are you going?”

“Lisbon is my next destination.”

“Are you a Dhampir or Moroi?” I was curious. A Moroi traveling the world was normal, but for a Dhampir graduate it was unthinkable.

“Dhampir. Guardian Rose Hathaway.”

“Guardian Dimitri Belikov. How did you end up here?”

“I graduated from St. Jude’s two years ago and went with my assigned Moroi on his travels. He gives me days off a lot when he’s busy drinking or collecting his art.”

“Who is your charge?”

“Adrian Ivashkov. He is a drunk and flirt, but not in a perverted way which is a win in my books.”

“I’ve heard about his stellar reputation amongst the royals. You got lucky that he lets you do your own thing.”

“You are here alone too. You have your freedom, right?”

“It’s my first day off in four months. But I guess that’s what being the Queen’s guardian means.”

“You are one of Queen Tatiana’s new guardians?” I nodded in answer.

“Now I feel sorry for you.”

“Why?”

“Because she seems to think Dhampirs are lesser than her. I thought the Queen before her was bad, but she brings it to a whole new level.”

“Well, I don’t listen to her debates with other Moroi. I usually take far guard and am but a shadow blending into the wall.” She laughed at that. It was like the perfect melody I have been trying to find my entire life.

“That is probably the most accurate job description for a guardian I have ever heard.” I smiled at her.

She downed her drink without much of a flinch. Surprising, considering it was tequila.

“Swapping guardian stories is fun, but I don’t want to think about work tonight. So would you dance with me?” She asked the question while smiling innocently. It seemed more like a sign that she had mischief in mind.

I hesitated for five seconds, then I downed my drink. She took my hand and led me towards the back of the room. There were less people, but she didn’t put any space between us, rather the opposite. Rose put her hands on my shoulders, and slowly moved them down while her hips swayed to the beat.

I put my arms around her waist and moved with her. It was strange how fast we followed the other’s rhythm. She kept dragging her hands over my upper body and it was starting to drive me mad. I realized quickly that this would not end well.

Rose kept on pulling me closer to her and started grinding on me. Which was not helpful because my jeans had already started to tighten. I grabbed her hand, spun her around and pulled her back towards me. Just to get a slight distance between us. She was laughing and I genuinely smiled for the first time in a while.

However, the move did not work because Rose seemed to have other plans. She turned around once the first song blended into the second. Her back was pressed against my front which increased the friction against the front of my jeans. I was starting to contemplate dragging her outside and having my way with her.

The sensations became more intense and I could hear Rose’s little gasps. She was just as turned on as I was. I placed my hands on her hips and moved them against me. Her dress was starting to ride up and I felt lace beneath my fingertips. Rose had her right hand on the back of my head tugging on my hair while the other was placed over mine on her hip.

As the music started to fade, she turned to face me again. Her pupils were blown and her eyes looked almost black under the dim lighting. She seemed to have the same idea as I did before since she took my hand and led me off the dance floor. We both grabbed our jackets at the coat exchange and left through the back. It opened into an abandoned alley. Rose started walking backwards, then pulled me to her and brought our lips together.

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To be continued…

A/N: This my first time posting a one-shot, so please be kind towards my writing since English isn’t my first language. And also because this is my first story in while. This is loosely inspired by their dance scene episode 7 of season 1.

I will post Part 2 either in the tonight or tomorrow.

#vampire academy #va tv show #rose hathaway #dimitri belikov #rose x dimitri #romitri #one shot #romitri au #nightclub #dancing #inspired by ep 7

[visd3stele]

Well a jurdan fanfic of post exile, what if Jude reclaimed her identity as Jude Duarte and has her social security back and has gone back to college in the mortal world. She’s beginning to enjoy the mortal world working part time, in fact she has a date with a nice human boy. Cardan interrupts the date and whisks her off to elfhame.

Long ago she lived here. She had a mother who looked like her and a father with soft, round ears who loved her without swords or blood or pain. Once upon a time, she was just Jude Duarte, a happy, bubbly human girl with no ambitions of knighthood or dreams of armor.

The girl she became in Elfhame was ashamed of it. The weakness, the vulnerability, the neediness. The girl she was now burried that shame deep down, where the crown of a queen of nothing stood quirked and bent over itself.

Jude has been in the human realm for over a year. She spent the first months in rage and denial. She seethed at the sight of her sister thriving in a world that wasn't even hers, having a job at the nearby cafè with her girlfriend, letting her show her around the magicless magic of the humans.

But then, Vivi pushed her to clean the house. Her room was a mess and anywhere she went, Jude left behind a trail of scrunched papers – letters she never sent – empty pizza cartons and broken water bottles. She wanted to use the glass to make a sword. It took her older sister a whole month to make her drop the idea.

As she was cleaning, Jude found a drawer filled with things that used to belong to the Duarte family: photo albums, birth certificates, serious documents her young brain couldn't understand but vividly remembered being told by her parents to not touch.

It snaped something in her brain. That night, when Vivi came back from work, she found Jude on the couch, hugging herself inside a blanket and covered in paper tissues. She held the remote to her chest, nearly breaking it as she watched a movie on the tv. Something she refused vehemently since day one.

"I refuse to indulge in such laziness. There must be something productive to do even around here." She'd say. But today Jude found her mother's diary and managed to work the tv just enough to put on her favorite show.

Ever since, Jude became more tolerant regarding her human nature. She even agreed to let Vivi sign her up to college to receive higher human education. And even though she was behind in every aspect, she managed to understand just enough to pass with mediocre grades.

That's where she met Caleb. A nice human boy of her age, with way lower grades, but a "sweet athletic schoolarship" and a genuine soul. Jude was certain he couldn't lie, but not in the ways a fae couldn't, making up for the forced honesty with irony, sarcasm, half-truths and hurtfull acts. No. This boy was simply as pure as a ray of sunshine.

Jude and Caleb started going out and he introduced her to his friend group. They took a liking to the her immediately. One of them, a girl with short, colorful hair and a corset to match it, offered to go shopping with her. "You look way more interesting than you dress. Let's find your style."

She even joined the sparring club at college, having the teacher beg her to participate in contests in less than a month. "There's no way this is the first time you touch a sword, kiddo." It wasn't, of course, but no one needs to know that.

Soon, Jude even found a job. Caleb worked as a scullion* at an extremely fancy restaurant. It was nothing compared with the riches of Elfhame, obviously, but still much more ellegant and expensive than anything Jude saw in the mortal land so far. Her boyfriend talked to the manager and in no time Jude Duarte was hired as a waitress.

Some days she found it sordid work. Perhaps she did enjoy the crown more than she was willing to admit. But before that Jude wanted to be a noble knight. Serve her country, her king. Serving food and drinks to entitled humans was a far cry from it, but she could use the money for greater purposes.

Jude became interested in politics and changed majors from the easy one Vivi picked from her. She put her brain to work and landed top of her class.

One day, as she and Caleb went out to celebrate their anniversary, Jude realized with no hint of horror or disgust that she actually loved the human realm and the life she built for herself there.

And in true Cardan fashion, he had to ruin her happiness just when she found it.

The High King flew in circles over their picnic carpet, cofusing Caleb's mortal brain that struggled to make sense of the undisguised fae magic.

"What the hell!" Jude was on her feet before Cardand even had the chance to land. "You have some nerve to show up in my home."

"Your home? Such a disgracefull downfall, Your Majesty."

"What is going on?" Caleb's intervetion seemed to shake Cardan out of his mocking cordiality. He spent so much time searching for his queen, trying to reach out, expecting her praise for his clever wordplay. And instead his wife – by the laws of Elfhame and nature itself – was entertaining another, a human no less.

"I have not given you the right to speek!"

"Don't talk to him like that! You have no title here. If you want to play king, go back where you belong."

"Where we belong, you mean, my queen."

Jude took several steps forward, leaving behind a scared and confused Caleb. Her eyes were stinging with unshed tears, cheeks reddening with fury and something else. Something her heart tried to confess, but her stubborn, prideful brain refused to accept.

She told herself seeing her husband again meant nothing. Their marriage means nothing – in the human realm, at least. But facing him now, touching foreheads, lips mere inches from his, Jude caught herself longing for her old life. For Cardan. His touch burning her skin once more.

And her feelings only angered her more. "Your queen? Your queen!? You betrayed me, you useless, stupid, brainless..." Jude was hitting him, screaming and yelling for the whole park to hear. Caleb tried to interfere, his bewilderment forgotten and the sight of his girlfriend hurting so much. But one snap of Cardan's fingers and he fell to the ground in a deep slumber that'll wipe Jude out of his memory once he wakes up.

"What did you do to him?" She tried to run to her boyfriend, but Cardan caught her elbow and returned them both to Elfhame.

"Calm yourself. Your lover shall live. He will think of you as merely a beautiful dream, but he'll live."

Jude didn't answer immediately. She took in her surroundings, pretending to care about the changes that overtook the palace. It looked as miserable as Cardan felt without her.

"I though I'm banished."

"Until the royal party pardons you! And you call me the idiot. You are High Queen, Jude! You could have returned any time you wanted!"

Jude crossed her arms. "Perhaps I didn't want to come back. You have no right to snatch me away from life."

"This is your life!"

"You ought to take me back."

"I will do no such thing. Why can't you accept you don't want that? You want to rule, you want me!"

He wasn't wrong. Once she stepped foot in Elfhame again, its magic greeted her like an old friend. Like a part of her soul she forcefully threw away. A mother she abandoned.

The faerie realm was part of her as much as she was part of it, and now that she was back, she could deny it no more.

That doesn't mean she would make things easy for Cardan. He might lover her, he might have not betray her per se, but he still showed up and kidnapped her.

"I'll stay," she said. "But with one condition..."

...And their game began again.