#I hadn't intended to post anything for Valentine's Day

[vee-is-a-clown]

Pidge when Keith and Lance show up to school late on Valentine's Day:

[boba-beom]

❦ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 | TXT OT5

pairing: txt x gn!reader

genre: fluff!!| headcanons

warning(s): situationships, endearing terms, jealousy, a lot of physical affection, mentions of cuddling, light hearted teasing, tiniest bit suggestive, mentions of kisses, mentions of making out, mentions of arguments, mentions of food, lowercase intended. let me know if I've missed anything!

wc: 1.5k

a/n: happy valentine's day angels, here's a little thing I decided to post sooner than later :>

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 — it's ironic how the both of you grew closer after he tried to help you score a date with one of his friends, after spending so much time planning things out, you eventually grew fond of him and his squeaky laughs that only you've heard. at one point, he admitted that he was becoming hesitant whilst helping you with his friend because he was jealous that all you would talk about is him, but ever since he gained your full undivided attention; he's shown you so much affection, showing you how much he cares for you.

at times when your schedules matched up, he would come by to your apartment and find you busying yourself with uni work / working on your laptop. he assumed you hadn't eaten yet and he assumed right. he's usually the chef when he comes around, cooking you good food, making sure you're eating well to gain energy to study.

when you're going out together to run errands—or just randomly wanting to leave the apartment— both of you unintentionally, or intentionally, wear either matching or complimenting outfits. he's so tall compared to you, you would have your arm linked with his. when you stop in the middle of your walk, he rests his chin on the top of your head, his hands rubbing your shoulders with such gentle movements, people may even mistaken you for a happy couple.

however, there's been times when soobin has been asked to join his friends when they go out. you waive off the offer to come with, suggesting that he should have time to explore and meet new people. it's just that deep down, you're his home. his comfort.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 — you both met during college and after getting to know him through those years, you basically know everything about each other. even down to the smallest detail. yes, yeonjun is extremely attractive and you never thought he'd feel the same about you, but after sharing a spontaneous kiss one night, when it was a just-in-the-moment thing, both of you can't get away from each other.

you hang out a lot, whether it be with your mutual group of friends or just the two of you alone. when it comes to a group hangout you're always sat so close to one another, him cupping his hand on the side of his mouth as he whispers something totally unrelated to the situation, emitting giggles out of you, sometimes even lightly smacking his arm with the back of your palm.

"hey guys, don't you think jjun and y/n would be a really cute couple?" one of your friends would speak out, but you both look at each other and shrug it off with a chesty laugh. every one of your friends are aware that there's something going on between the both of you, but neither of you were bold enough to say it how it is. why is that? you're aware of the people who are into yeonjun, who wouldn't be? he's talented, charming, and very easy-going, yet he's just so attached to you.

you would sometimes find him casually wrapping his arm over your shoulder—which is fair enough, that's what friends do right? but having him kiss your forehead and then your shoulder every time he gets up to leave your side says otherwise. just being satisfied with how your current situation is with him meant that there was no need to change anything about that, maybe it's the fact that you've grown accustomed to your routine.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮 — you actually used to find beomgyu unbearable. he was constantly on your nerves ever since your best friend and their partner decided to have a huge hang out with both your friend group and theirs. although he was the first to talk to you from the other group, he was also the first to fold after getting to know you a little more.

it started with him light-heartedly insulting you upon your first meeting, to him genuinely making you laugh, then to him asking for your socials, to him randomly messaging you at unusual times—late night was not as bad, but at the dusk of dawn was interesting. and now he randomly comes over to chill in your room or take you out for a drive around the outskirts of the city.

apart from his comedic persona, he can be very much protective over you. when you tell him you have somewhere to go late in the evening, he'd be on your ass asking questions left, right and centre. you admit you found it annoying, you weren't anything more than friends, heck you two literally disliked each other from the start and now he's here nagging you about the dangers of other people and their intentions with you.

it would lead to arguments, screaming at each other until he sighs and kisses you to shut up. "you're so stubborn sometimes." is what he'd say, breathless in between each kiss. "oh, and you're not? you're so annoying." is what you would proceed to tell him, tugging the collar of his shirt to draw him closer as possible. and to think this happens often yet this is just your dynamic. no one's aware that you spend so much time together, never mind knowing about whether you two have kissed or not. some times you even surprise yourself and turn these heavy kisses into make out sessions, in which you act like the argument never happened when you wake up in the same bed the next morning.

𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 — your favourite tsundere. you were somehow drawn to his aura, despite him being quite closed off. not knowing what he's thinking in the given moment, nor whether he even likes you or not. he was just an interesting character to be around. you weren't too sure when you grew comfortable with each other.

however, you started to notice something during summer last year. you had a picnic with your group of friends at the park, and the sun setting caused the breeze to get a little chilly. you were laughing along with the rest of your friends until you felt the warmth of someone else's jacket placed over your shoulders—it was taehyun's of course. he never said anything, just placed it on you and continued participating in whatever group conversation was going on.

you notice it more as time passes, surprisingly still really close with him. you soon came to accept you just have this unspoken routine of him accommodating you with whatever it is you need without having to say anything, or you giving him that physical affection that he secretly enjoys.

cuddling on the sofa has become one of your most recent habits, him sitting with his legs stretched out along the length of the sofa, and you situated between his legs while his chin rests on either your head or your shoulder. his hands would always be fiddling with the string of his hoodie—that you've stolen at this point since he keeps giving you his outerwear to wear.

you would point out attractive people on the t.v and joke around a little, "i think you should start dating again, tyun." "ah, i'll pass. i like how things are now." and he wouldn't trade that for the world.

𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐤𝐚𝐢 — the sweetest guy you have met and he's still just as sweet. the both of you are around each other so often you've started to pick up each other's habits and mannerisms, that even when you're apart, people can sense that you've spent so much time together.

he's someone you can definitely call your life-long friend, but you weren't in the mentality about settling down with someone. kai was super understanding of your decision and he was always there when you needed him, coming by your place and bring you plushies that he doesn't really need anymore. that's only because he thinks you need that sense of comfort more than he does.

you reciprocate those intentions, offering him to go on long walks at your nearby park. even sitting on the hill, peering over the rest of the park below, and having your temple lean on the comfort of his broad shoulder. there's times he'd push you until you're staring up at the sky, and you yank the hood of his puffer coat so you're both giggling side by side. the next second you end up attempting to picture what you see in the clouds.

there are times where the both of you are in your own world when you're over at his dorm. not that you hide away in his room, but you're both sitting on the ground, backs leaning against the foot of the sofa while the rest of his friends take over the seats of the sofas. yet, that doesn't bother you because you're having the time of your life with kai. there's no room to complain about discomfort when he's squishing his cheek on your temple, holding his phone between the both of you as you endlessly scroll on tiktok together. sometimes he'd place a gentle peck where his cheek once laid, though it's something you're so used to, it still pulls an involuntary smile on your face.

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[moodywyrm]

Saw you wanted Jill Valentine asks and came (pun intended) here at the speed of sound. How would she be with a bookworm s/o? Better yet! How do you think she would be in a college au?

birdy you're a goddamn genius. also, can I call you birdy? you've been here literally since my first tlou fic and ily <3

Jill seems older and ik she's supposed to be like 40 in the newest movie? but for the sake of this she's 20-21 and in her last two years undergrad <3 she is not a cop here <3

Jill Valentine, human rights major! Used to be in political science until she realized she cared more about the human side of politics and law than the logistical side. and if you know. you know that a lot of (male) political science majors are the most insanely out of touch/unethical mfers out there. she simply did not want to do that when she could focus on what she actually cares about! people! human rights!

you meet her in a joint-subject class for human rights and history, specifically dealing with instances where U.S. involvement exacerbated and/or facilitated human rights violations. totally not based off a class I took <3 totally <3

it was a required class for your major/minor, so of fucking course you were running late the first day. you got in the door two minutes before class started (late for me), and sat in the first available seat. front row, next to this very pretty and very serious looking girl. the first row type.

you were literally just trying to steady your breathing, having sprinted down three flights of stairs when you realized you were in the wrong classroom, when the very pretty very serious girl handed you a stack of syllabi.

you took one and handed it down, and clearly you must have looked anxious as all hell bc when you turned forward, the very pretty very serious girl leaned over and whispered to you.

"You okay there?" She murmured, looking genuinely worried and a little bit amused.

"I- uh, yeah, sorry, just nervous. I forgot we were in lecture hall 8 and not 108," You rambled, pulling out your notebook and pen, laying everything out.

"Easy mistake to make. It's not exactly easy, finding the basement level in this building," She said, her voice smooth and kept low. The room was loud, so you had to lean in to hear her, and dear god she smelled good too?

She hadn't even really done anything, and yet here you were, melting and panicking because of her.

That was y'all's first meeting!! You got her name and number before the end of class, because it's always good to have at least one contact in a class, and you didn't seem like a creep so she had no problems handing it over <3

Btw Jill? Huge study date girlie. Y'all started having regular study sessions (read: dates) like a week into the class because history readings combined with government/political logistics is just. hard. not a fun combo.

It's usually in the library or in a coffee shop, where she always brings fuel (caffeine and snacks <3) for the two of you <3 even buys you lunch if y'all are studying for a long time!

But eventually, once y'all are closer friends (two sapphic yearning for each other), she just starts inviting you back to her apartment? and cooking you dinner? and letting you sleep over? in her bed? you know, casual friend stuff.

this is in fact how y'all get together, because one day literally neither of y'all can take the tension anymore, but that's for another post

point is! you spend a lot of time at her apartment! even when you're not studying, she'll invite you over literally just to keep her company because she's so down bad. just having you sit on Her Couch, reading your books in Her Blanket makes her melt into a puddle.

that gets us to bookworm reader!! Jill also strikes me as a reader, so she always lets you read from her collection. If you're ever reading a book from her shelf, you leave it at her place and she Refuses to move your bookmark. She is also like, absolutely the type to buy books that you wanted to read but didn't have, just so you could read them. Doesn't matter if they're not her taste, if you want them she's getting them. Mostly because she knows you'd feel guilty if she gave them to you outright, so she had to be sneaky about it <3

Also!! If you read before class, she 100% respects your reading time. Glares at anyone who tries to bother you while you're reading, also started bringing books to read before class!! Y'all literally started showing up super early just so you could read together, in peace <3 (is this kinda like abby in bookish little crush yes. what about it.)

loves having reading dates with you. aka you go to a coffee shop, you read and she either works or watches you (or both). keeps you fueled, keeps you cozy, and by god if you haven't read an insane amount since you've known her. queen <3

this is all I have for now :( sorry :( trying to get the writing brain back online :(

[gilfmobile]

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Alright you know what? I'm done being quiet.

Let's go over what happened shall we?

We were in a relationship for 6 months and for the latter 2 you remained quiet while contemplating to break up. What you should have done was to communicate like an adult.

2. A month prior to our breakup, the day of my therapy you asked me how the therapy went and i replied it was a rough week because of my PTSD, to which you sent a very harsh reply saying "yeah you have many triggers" and that you cannot ask me anything.

Which came as a complete surprise to me because I had always tried my best to communicate effectively. I then asked if you wanted to breakup due to the tone of the message. You replied you aren't happy with me and that I have no future plans (which weren't true, but you rejected what i offered. god forbid a person doesn't have their life figured out). Now, this caused me to hyperventilate because it was too much on top of my therapy! Regardless I expected an honest answer. You replied that you in fact do not wish to break up because you love me.

3. Fast forward to Valentine's day (aka month 6), I get you gifts and you seem excited and happy. Nothing seems amiss, except you message me saying you aren't feeling well and I ask you if you're crying over your 10-year-crush rejection situation still and you are surprised that i seem aware of it.

You hadn't really gotten me a gift but i had expected us to have a nice day together that day. Despite that i want to be supportive and understanding and i agree to do valentine's day on the 15th with you and give you the space you need.

The next day you message me saying you need a break from the relationship and we have a phone call. During this conversation you admit you can't promise to get back together and i tell you this is indeed a breakup and i am of course heartbroken.

You ask to go no-contact for a month and i unfollow your social media so i can try to move on. Now during this time i was the owner a resident evil discord server and i can't think of any option but to kick you from there to respect the no-contact. A day or two after this happens, you message me saying you are sad that this happened for which i am also sad but try to explain i had no other choice.

4. Just as the one month ends, like clockwork, you message me a "i am sorry" because you hadn't intended to hurt me which i appreciated. I try to explain to you that i needed more time apart and can't promise on a time frame in which we can go back to hanging out as friends (it was rather naive to think this could happen in the first place).

You get angry and tell me i am portraying you as some kind of "heartless monster" (your words not mine) just because i told you i couldn't stop crying and that you were also crying daily for "pushing away someone that truly cares about you". I simply try to make you understand this isn't the case and I am only explaining my feelings.

5. Guess that goes over your head because a week later you make a callout post on twitter about getting "kicked from the discord server" that you "live in".

Now this makes me feel betrayed and hurt. Why wouldn't you message me privately and discuss instead of making it a problem to complete strangers on the internet? (and yes i did from time to time check your social media because hello! i was heartbroken and missed you).

I then decide that i need advice if i should cut contact with you because this behavior, frankly, is quite immature and was too much to handle on top of all the heartbreak for me. I reach out to a mutual friend and they do confirm that i should cut contact with you if i can't feel like we can remain friends.

I send you a dm after this, to which you reply with a voice message that 9 ppl are also dm'ing you and you will get back to me when you can. You also somehow in your mind equated to ending a relationship out of the blue with getting kicked from a discord server.

I have questions in my head that need answering so i message again:

-Why have you told our friends we were on a break and not broken up? Why are you reflecting the situation differently?

-Why were you still sending me explicit photos of yourself 4 days before our breakup if you had been contemplating for 2 months?

And that basically I cannot keep my promise to stay in your life because of your current behavior.

Part of me wished we could actually have a level-headed conversation and sort things out.

6. You take forever to reply, and send one long very aggressive message and block me after so there's no repercussion for you.

The message includes:

-You have decided to "walk away" and that you were staying in my life because I had abandonment trauma and that you were basically doing me a favor when in reality you had told me you didn't want to lose me and asked me to stay in your life. (Also abandonment trauma means you leave before people have a chance to do so, not beg them to stay in your life)

-That i was basically playing victim and I had played victim my whole life against my "hateful family" to protect myself. Which couldn't be further from the truth because that's not it works to be in life-threatening situations.

-You in the message basically told me that the biggest gift for me was you visiting me and paying for my travel fare and offering to pay for a few meals. (Which might i mention is something super rude to tell anyone in any situation). I had done the same for you and you had even stayed at my place.

Now it's true that i felt like your gift planning felt more like afterthoughts but i hadn't really cared too much about that.. what mattered to me was having you in my life. And you mentioning that i cared not that you visited me and it meant nothing could also be nothing farther from the truth. It had meant everything to me.

Anyway so you blocked me and i set out to move on.

7. Your blog popped up on my friend's dash and guess what? It was a personal message about me so of course my curiosity peaked and i checked your blog aswell. What do i find? A bunch more posts about myself and you expressing regret over your handle of the situation.

I don't do anything and try to keep moving on. (Part of me still wishes maybe she wants to have a conversation to have closure)

8. Fast forward to july, just a few days before i'm posting this i get an anon ask that basically says "Are you haunting me or am I haunting you?". I think to myself is this my ex. Does she want to reach out maybe? So i send you a message asking that if you want to talk, i'm giving us a chance to find closure and if you were that anon.

You reply in anger (big shocker), basically telling me you have nothing to say to me rudely and to that i reply okay so be it then I wish you happiness in life.

And i do truly wish you happiness in life, never truly understood your need to paint either of us as the villain here. Never have I thought of you as a "monster" as you have tailored in your mind.

It is however ironic that you should use the words "Go haunt some other fool" right after telling me you were in fact not the anon.

I was never one for dramatics, or for sharing personal things online but this was the final straw for me.

I am closing our chapter here. Best wishes to you.

[quickspinner]

WIP Report 1/17/2024

Because I feel like I owe you guys one, even if there's not too much to say. (I'm a wordy bitch though, I can always find plenty to say!)

I haven't made a lot of progress the last few months, unless you count on craft projects. I had some rather ambitious plans for Christmas so I ended up focusing on a lot of those instead of writing. Dry spells happen to everybody, they're nearly impossible to control, and all you can really do is wait them out, let your brain recharge. Nobody is more impatient with this process than the writer!

Indelible remains my priority, and I am making progress in tiny bits. This is one of the chapters that, in the original plan, was meant to be a brief interlude where I would gloss over a lot of things, but as the story has turned out, it needs to be more than what it was planned to be, and so it's taken me a while to kind of work out what needs to happen. Anarka is a difficult character for me and working what I need her to say is challenging and a little tedious. On the plus side, once we get past this chapter, I have more written, and I just have to connect the dots. I will say I am rethinking the ending a bit; not how it ends, but where I intended to end it. I feel like you guys are owed some closure on some things I hadn't really planned on in the beginning, and that can only really happen by going a little farther than I intended. I am determined to finish this thing this year!

I am doing the LBSC Valentine's Exchange this year; I really feel like I have committed to a lot that is still hanging out there unfinished and I want to focus on finishing those before I take on anything big, but the Valentine's exchange is small enough that I don't feel too guilty about it - and I do think that taking a break from the monsters is occasionally healthy.

I also plan to do my birthday big bang this April, so probably I'll take some prompts/requests for that in the next month or two. Those will also be fun, quick things, along with maybe a chapter of those neglected long works. I always try to get at least four or five things to post that day.

Other than that, the plan for the new year is to focus on finishing Indelible, Guard My Heart, Too Good to Be True, and getting back to Beautiful Dreams, with the occasional short, light bit thrown in for funsies. I am determined not to start any more epics until those are done!!

(famous last words right)

[bookshelf-in-progress]

The Six Swans for a fairytale retelling?

I finally filled this prompt by writing "Without Words" as my story for the Four Loves Fairy Tale Challenge. Since I put the story in a separate post, I'm going to self-indulgently use this ask to provide some author's notes.

For quite a few years now, I've had the idea to retell the ending of this fairy tale from the prince's point of view. It's so dramatic! He's protected this woman for years, and had to be deeply in love to do so, and now he's faced with enough evidence that he has to put her to death. How do you deal with that? I fully intended to use his POV to fill this prompt, yet, every time I tried, I couldn't make it interesting enough to hold my attention.

Then a few weeks back, I had the image of the prince begging his wife to speak, while she had to stand strong and refuse, despite the pain it causes both of them. This became much more interesting (and easier to write as a short retelling), because the prince's conflict comes from not knowing, while her conflict comes from fully knowing what's going on and having to make the hard choice not to save herself.

From the first spark of this idea, the couple was named Eliza and Christian. Eliza because of Andersen's fairy tale, of course, and Christian because Andersen's tale is Danish, and Denmark has had ten kings named Christian. His name became even more thematically fitting when I decided to write this story for the Inklings Challenge.

I debated whether I should retell the "Six Swans" version where the heroine is accused of killing her three children, or the "Wild Swans" route where she's just accused of witchcraft. The witchcraft charge is enough to condemn her to death, is more directly related to her task, and makes her story parallel her stepmother's better. However, the missing children angle made this much more painful and implied a stronger bond between the two of them. They're not only married, but they've had three children together! He's protected her against two different accusations of murder! The fact that he's been so supportive up to this point makes it even more dramatic when he finally is forced to execute her.

It does seem a bit ridiculous that he's let this go on long enough to lose three children, but that just adds to the drama of the moment. Christian knows Eliza well enough that he doesn't believe she could kill their children, but after three murders, the evidence is getting harder and harder to explain away, and even the king has to obey the law, so he signed the execution order to prevent rebellion from his government.

If I hadn't written that opening scene, I'd probably be rolling my eyes at some of the language--"the way our souls entwine"? Really? Who talks like that? But sometimes you just gotta write something very, very sappy. It's good for the soul. And I have a good excuse because I posted on Valentine's Day.

On a structural level, my favorite line in the story is probably, "Does the prisoner have any last words?" I was struggling with how to transition between Eliza musing about Christian and her brothers to the moment of breaking the curse, when that line of dialogue occurred to me, and the scene fell into place. It's a standard line for this type of scene, while tying in perfectly to the specific conflict here. Plus, it stops the guards from tying up Eliza long enough to keep her arms free for shirt-throwing.

This story taught me a lot about how to strategically use telling vs. showing. The standard points of the fairy tale--the breaking of the curse, the reunion with her brothers, the mother-in-law's crime, and the recovery of the children--are all told, rather than shown, because this story is about the bond between Eliza and Christian, and stopping to show anything else distracts from that. Like, I had tried to show the brothers explaining about the curse and the lost children, but that tangled me up in the logistics of the scene, and made me drop the thread of Eliza and Christian's relationship. Reducing it to summary allowed me to keep the focus where it needed to be.

I am sad I had to push her brothers so far into the background. That family bond is such an important part of the fairy tale, but the story's focus means I only get to name one brother.

Usually, one of the youngest brothers is stuck with the swan's wing, but I gave it to the eldest, because 1) I wanted to be different, 2) In the limited space, it allowed me to feature both her eldest brother and the swan wing brother at the same time, 3) giving the wing to the crown prince creates much more interesting conflict.

Retellings that give the youngest brother the wing usually go on and on about how he's torn between his ordinary human life and the freedom of life as a swan, and that's so whiny and boring to me. Giving it to the eldest brother, however, has concrete political consequences. He's crown prince! Will the people accept a king with the permanent mark of a curse? Can he leverage this imagery to his advantage? Now that he's lost his dominant hand (I made sure to make it as inconvenient as possible), he can neither write nor hold a sword, which could have profound effect on his reign. Giving him the wing could be a bit like Rabadash's curse in The Horse and His Boy--something that forces him to prioritize peace--especially since I've written him as a bit of a war-monger. Even with his limited amount of page-time, he fascinates me, and I'd kind of like to see where his story goes.

With the brothers so blithely talking about going home and taking Eliza with them, I imagine that in the interim of seven years, events have transpired that have eliminated the stepmother as a threat. Going home is just going home to a beloved father, not going to war.

Initially, I had wanted Eliza's first spoken word to be her husband's name. When that proved to be impractical in the execution scene, I considered giving her no dialogue, to prove that she doesn't need words to be a force in the story. Making her one word of direct dialogue be her husband's name felt like the perfect compromise.

In offering to let Eliza take the children, Christian is really being reckless. He blithely talks of transferring the crown, but any one of his kids--who he's offering to let grow up in a foreign country--could one day decide to take advantage of their valid claim to the throne to try to take over his kingdom. He's really lucky that Eliza forgave him.

Portraying the final kiss as "I let my silence speak for me", was not intentionally inspired by Gaskell's habit of referring to kissing scenes as "delicious silence", but I'm kind of pleased by the connection.

I'm proud of that final line. Ties everything up so neatly and concisely.

[konstantinvorshevsky]

@eleanorxshipley Date: Valentine's Day Date flashback.

Eleanor hadn't been who he intended to bid on, but that was okay.

As a matter of fact, the more the day progressed without argument, the more he found himself grateful that the peace of the unexpected trip hadn't been decimated by his and his ex-wife's bickering. Or worse, getting along. It'd taken a while to get over the initial awkward hurdle, but Konstantin could hardly begrudge her that when his reputation didn't exactly precede him for any of the right reasons. Even his best was a Russian politician, and nobody favoured one of those right now...

Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't cruel without reason, and of all the people in London who might've given him one, he suspected she ranked near the bottom of the list. Thus, he'd had no reason to be anything but kind. Attentive. Engaging. Had even participated in their strudel-making class with enough fervour that a pretty awful burn to his hand had nearly derailed the whole date. And now their post-dinner concert had drawn to a close, and in spite of much preferring Tchaikovsky to Mozart, Konstantin realised he'd enjoyed himself. Hoped she had, too.

The towering figure leaned against the wall that allowed them to appreciate the night-time scene below for a moment.

Konstantin hadn't intended to broach the topic at all, mostly because in the beginning he hadn't cared. After spending the day in her company, though, he realised she was kind enough she shouldn't have found herself in the position she had:

"I'm going to assume the flood of people to descend when it was announced I'd won your date weren't there to congratulate you. I'm sorry for that. I hope, at least, I haven't been as terrible as they might've had you believe I would be."

[z-h-i-e]

It's My Slashy Valentine round-up time. Here's the three new stories I have gifted to specific individuals through the magic of MSV, but also, are out there in the world for all to enjoy.

The New Shadow: Chapter Two Saelon/Herumor

Thirst Fëanor/Melkor

Orchidelirium Finrod/Glorfindel

If you'd like to know more about each, like how each one came to be crafted and silly notes from me, keep reading:

First up: The New Shadow: Chapter Two

I like to pride myself in my swift turnaround times; this, to my knowledge, was the first submitted of anything for the exchange this year, written at the end of last year after a lot of consultation with things I hadn't read in over a decade. I still remember the picnic table I sat at when I would have read these bits of the histories, but I digress. Tolkien envisioned a sequel to The Lord of the Rings, but stopped after rougly the first chapter, when it came to his attention it would be dark--like, cults and dark lord summoning dark--and he shelved it.

Every good chapter deserves a second chapter.

This piece goes into exactly what it was that happened to the missing sailors, what Saelon was up to, who the heck is Herumor, and why Borlas would have been better off if he had stayed at home. If you're looking for fluff this Valentine's Day--this is not the fic you're looking for. But if hot post-murder sex in the same room as the corpse is your jam, this is it. (With thanks to AnnEllspethRaven for betaing during the holidays so that I could get this up by the first of the year.)

Ever watch The Last Drive-in with Joe Bob Briggs? If this fic was a film, it would be featured there. Probably. Actually, maybe not, most of those films have a lot of boobies and this does not have those because slash, but… anyhow. Remember that time I wrote the Werewelf!Finrod Choose Your Own Adventure, and people thought that was dark? It definitely has a friend now. And this is that friend. Which would sacrifice that fic to Sauron in a heartbeat if this new fic thought it would bring the dark lord back. All this to say, if you squick easy, keep scrolling, and if this is intriguing, then come on down to the murder shack today!

Next piece: Thirst

This pinch hit came in right after I had recovered enough from the one-two punch of covid and bronchitis to get back to upright and writing again. There were a couple of options, but the idea of putting Fëanor and Melkor together was too interesting not to try. The summary is a good explanation of what you'll find here.

An Elda and an Ainu walk into a bar…and eventually stroll out into the back alley for canoodling. No on-screen sex, just a lot of banter about what they're going to do (or not going to do) or did do later. Because these two are 0% shy about that discussion at the pub.

There's a barmaid OC in this one who I simply must invite to another fic in the future. I also have to give a shoutout to cílil, because my usual betas were all busy when I got this one finished, and I had to do that thing where you post in a beta channel on discord and then cross your fingers and try not to look back every five minutes and start to think you're just going to have to volley it out into the world with potential typos. Much appreciation on the beta read!

This selection reads a little like a couple of D&D adventurers at a bar, mainly because I used D&D generators to get the right feel for the place, so I guess they were two D&D adventurers in a way. And like so many D&D adventures I've DMed, two characters ended up in an alley for adult funsies (and yet, I didn't make these two roll for it; I was feeling generous).

Last but not least: Orchidelirium

This is not the fic I intended to write. There's actually the start of a much, much different Glorfindel/Finrod fic, where Finrod and Glorfindel fall in love right before Glorfindel heads back to Middle-earth, and then Finrod pines and worries in Valinor and lives on the couch in Angrod and Eldalótë's house. But that story ended up being this oversized plot bunny of far too many chapters, and then the other night when I was trying to figure out how to dig myself out of the rabbit hole I was in, Fila told me about orchidelirium, this historical mania over orchids that happened during the Victorian era. Jokingly, I started to freeform brainstorm ideas on how this would translate to Middle-earth, and who would be involved, and Orchidelirium was born, with a very different premise.

In this story, Finrod has been growing and selling orchids, and is the president of a fancy orchid society. Glorfindel shows up back in Valinor, and brings his collection of orchids along, which are basically his flower bebes. Promptly, Finrod steps in and tries to buy them all, ala Cruella Devil ("I simply MUST have those orchids!" And now imagine Finrod in a long, fabulous fur coat smoking a long cigarette--it's not that hard). Galadriel is the VOICE OF REASON (tm), Saeros is THE VILLAGE JERKFACE (tm), and cameos by a handful of others in a Fëanorian free fanfic (try saying that five times fast). Also, the best sex I've written in a while. It's two old elves with nothing to lose, and a business venture that would make that one Fëanorian in the middle jealous, guided by AnnEllspethRaven's ability to beta and keep me from falling off the deck when writing ship lingo at the same time.

And behind every speedy writer, there's probably some cheerleaders, so the help from lferion, Ann, Fila, Smaug, and Red to keep me on task and motivated through what was the worst January in a long time helped immensely. <3

Happy Valentine's Day, everybody!

[sub-danny]

Clears throat-

Imagine Zemo committing a crime you weren't happy with and so in return, you forced him to wear a chastity belt/cock cage as punishment for a day or two

Pls? 🥺

Locked up

Word count: 2k

Pairing: Fem!reader x sub!Zemo

Warnings: Cock cages, a brief description of f receiving oral sex

THIS IS 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: So it's been a bit, but hey here's another little piece for you guys! Based on a post I made monthsss ago. Thanks, @i-am-dead-inside-666 for sending the ask, sorry it took so long to get to! I don't really have anything planned for both of my accounts this Valentine's day, so consider this an early Valentine's gift? I might do something tomorrow with this account if I find the time!

You watched the TV with displeasure. You could feel the bitterness on your tongue and your eyebrows casting into scorn as you hit the power button on the remote.

Two killed in an explosion believed to have been deserters of the EKO scorpion kill squad.

There was no doubt in your mind exactly who had caused this; how did the news put it? 'Accident'

Zemo hadn't returned home yet, likely still hiding out in a motel, so any police investigations won’t trace back to your home. But soon enough, when he thought the trail would be cold, he would burst through the door of your shared apartment, a bouquet in his hand, a cheerful smile on his lips and the lustful glimmer of his eyes hoping for a night's reward.

You already had taken out of the draw what would really be his prize for the night. A tightly made plastic cock cage, with the key tied to a necklace just for you to wear and punish Zemo whenever you thought it was justified, and killing just days before your anniversary certainly was.

Sure enough, a day later, you heard the rattling of keys at the door as you sat at your make-up table, applying moisturiser to your skin. You listened to the sound of shoes being rubbed on a doormat and the clicking of a door being shut.

"Darling? Are you in?" The all too familiar sokovian accent rang out.

"In the bedroom!"

Footsteps up the stairs, gentle but urgent. The rattling of the door handle. You simply turned your face to the side to watch Zemo enter the room out of the corner of your eyes, not even bothering to turn your body to him. As predicted, he carried a bouquet of red roses, and he seems to have found the time to dab on the luscious scent of some aftershave.

"I apologise for being kept away. It was not what I had intended to happen. But I’ve managed to get back just in time. Darling, you look ravishing, as always.”

"Well, I'm sure I am certainly looking better than those two sokovian fellas who were murdered."

A sudden silence broke out between you two. You turned back to the mirror to carry on with your routine. Zemo's hand gripped the flowers firmer. They started the drop, and the faintest of sighs left his lips.

"They said it was an accident…."

"Cut the crap, Helmut. I know what really happened," you snapped, cracking the lid on your moisturiser shut and spinning round on your seat to glare at Zemo.

He took in your angered expression and swallowed, nodding with his acceptance, knowing there was no way he could try to argue against you.

"I'm sorry, my love."

Zemo placed the roses on a table absentmindedly as he turned to look down at the floor instead. Huffing, you sprung from your seat and walked around the bedroom.

"I know you must have your reasons, darling. You've only told me so much of your past, and I respect you enough to not ask questions or ask for any more information than what you felt ready to tell me. But murder is something else, Helmut. I thought you had changed from your old ways. Seemingly, I was mistaken. In these few days you have given me, I've thought over what I should do and came to the ultimatum that a simple punishment should fit enough."

Zemo's eyes darted from the floor at which he had been staring at to you, the pupils dilating as his mind swarmed with sudden thoughts.

"And what punishment, may I ask, will this be, mistress?"

You simply smirked and beckoned him over to the bed with a curl of your finger, and eagerly, Zemo moved. He came to stand beside you, his breath catching in his throat as you grasped his shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed.

He laid still as you disappeared out of his eye line for a few seconds. You weren't gone for long, though, and he watched with wonder as you pushed his legs apart and crawled up the bed between his legs till you were at his crotch. Already his excitement was getting the best of him, and you could see a prominent bulge against the leather fabric of his trousers. Tutting, you let your fingers tug at his belt, undoing it to loosen the grip of his trousers and then, with one hand, you pulled down the zip exposing his silk boxers underwear.

Zemo let out a slight groan, closing his eyes briefly and breathing in and out through his nose. Though it had only been a few days since you last touched him, he was yearning for it, and having you so desperately near was a killer to him. He felt the way your fingers traced the top of his boxers, toying with him for a few seconds before dipping into his boxers, grasping his slowly hardening cock.

"So excited already? That's just going to make what's next so harder for you."

In Zemo’s lust-driven brain, your words barely registered in his mind, only as a nagging thought did they suddenly hit him, and he glanced down at you, eyes slightly furrowed. That's when he noticed the now evident cock cage held in your other hand. His eyes widened slightly, and his body let out a shudder.

"I see."

"Do you think you can cope?" You ask him gently, rubbing your fingers gently up and down his cock.

Zemo only took a second of deliberation before nodding his head.

"If this is to be my punishment, then yes,"

"Good boy," you purred, starting work on locking Zemo in.

It was harder to push Zemo's cock into the tight plastic casing in his hardened state, and though he hissed a few times, he was eventually sealed in. Next, you put placed the strap around his balls, neatly tying it at the top to prevent Zemo from coming or getting excited. He let out a few groans, even some whimpers at the feeling of being locked away, but even you couldn't miss the twinkling glimmer to his eyes as he watched you place the key to his cock on the necklace and place it around your neck.

“How long?” Zemo muttered, sitting up from where he had been lying down on the bed, sparing a glance at his locked up cock.

“At least two days,” you tell him, feeling another smirk pull at your lips as you imagine how tormented he would feel. From the look of his grief-stricken face, he was already feeling it.

Still determined to make the best of the evening, Zemo prepared dinner for you and actually handed you the bouquet he had brought, which you had graciously accepted. Yet you could see him staggering around the house, trying to find the right way to walk without occasionally whimpering at the feeling of being locked up.

You toyed with the key in front of him as you ate your meal, deliberately teasing him. For a few moments, you would run your heel up and down his leg gently, but it was enough for him to clench the cutlery in his hand and stifle a whine as he filled his mouth with food.

For an evening treat, you two cuddled up on your bed together and watched a film. You were the little spoon tonight, and Zemo was the big spoon, wrapping his arms around you to pull you onto his chest. You could admit to yourself that while he had been away, you had missed this deeply, but you could also feel the plastic between his crotch, occasionally pressing into you.

The night went smoothly, both of you resting after a long day, but it was the morning that proved challenging for Zemo. Usually, in the morning was when he would wake feeling horny, and soft morning sex between the two of you would ensue. Yet, with the cock cage on, it could no longer become hard, and it was frustrating him immensely.

He held your body close to him and rubbed his hips along your backside, the plastic pressing into your skin as he was almost humping you.

“Darling,” he said in the strained voice.

“Please.”

“No, this is your punishment, Zemo.”

A deep sigh came from behind you, but Zemo listened to your order and nodded, placing a kiss to your temple, then pulling himself out of bed, going to distract himself from all the lust-driven thoughts in his mind.

You and Zemo spent the whole day together in each other’s company, making up for the lost time. You read together; you took a shower together; you went out for lunch together and even visited a museum together. It was perfect, a perfect time together with him. But even you couldn’t miss the occasional glances he gave you or the way his eyes would trail down to your ass briefly before shaking himself and looking away.

At the end of the day, Zemo was all over you, covering your skin with kisses, up and down your neck, mouthing kisses along your jawline. You tangled your hands in his hair and gently pulled at it, making him moan against the skin. He grasped the necklace within his teeth and gently tugged, looking up into your eyes desperately.

“No. Still a day left, love.”

He looked down despondently, but you grasped the side of his face with your hand and made him look up at you again.

“There is still one thing you can do,”

Zemo’s face was buried within your cunt for the next half an hour, his lips, tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring you waves upon waves of pleasure. He would lick at your slit, trying to lap up all juices, till sucking on your clit, letting you rock your hips into his face. He would bury his tongue into you and eat you out, and when tired, he would swap his fingers in, curling them inside of you in a way that had your whole body shaking.

By the time you had come, more than once, and he had finally pulled away, lips red and hair sweaty and sticking up all over the place, you were exhausted. Zemo helped you out, fetching you towels and some food, picking up your favourite book and reading to you as you slowly grew tired. You felt a pang of slight guilt at how much pleasure Zemo had brought you while you still kept him tied up. But you knew however much he might complain about it. Letting you have this control over him secretly thrilled him.

The next day still was lovely, Zemo doting on you every minute and by the time evening came. You finally decided it was time. Zemo lay on the bed, flicking through his phone and throwing at something he saw. He didn’t even notice you in the room till you suddenly pounced, climbing on top of him, grasping the phone and throwing it to the side.

It took Zemo back for a second, his eyebrows rising in tandem, but quickly he placed his hands on your hips to steady you as you straddled his lap.

“Love?”

“Don’t you think it is time for your award?”

Light flickered in his eyes at the realisation, and a bright smile appeared on his lips.

“Only if you think it’s appropriate,”

“Screw if appropriate or not. I need you now.”

Quickly lifting yourself off his waist, you grasped the joggers he was wearing and yanked them down, exposing his tied up cock. Grabbing the key from the necklace, you slotted it into the lock and twisted, unlocking the contraction to be able to pull the plastic off his cock and take the band off his balls. Zemo let out a low growl as his eyelids fluttered, finally free and already hardening. His grip on your waist tightened.

“Thank you, love, I will not be off you for hours after everything that has built up.”

“Just you wait, darlin’. By the time I am done with you, you will beg for a break.”

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For the ask game, 4 and 9 <3

Hello lovely! Thanks for the fun questions! <3

4. Which comment has had the most impact on your writing?

This is a two sided question. On the one hand, in the fandom that I wrote for before popping over to write in the Drarry fandom, I received a variety of hateful comments that were probably not intended to be as hurtful as I found them. But when the first comment I received in every chapter/fic was someone complaining that I hadn't written the characters in the way they wanted, it was really discouraging. This had a huge impact on my writing as it ultimately led me to stop writing fanfiction for that fandom (I might go back someday, but I've been out for over a year at this point). So, there's no one comment in particular (although I could probably chose one if pressed) it was just a slow, steady trickle that wore down my soul until I felt like I wasn't giving anything worth receiving. But that led me to falling in love with Drarry again (my first fandom ship) and writing over here. The culture in the fandom is really different. I can't possibly tell you why that is, but things that I've written here would have been torn to shreds or left untouched there. There was so much freedom in just "starting again" over here and then once I did start writing for this fandom, people have just really embraced me and embraced my writing. I receive kind words in the form of comments/reblogs/tags/asks every day and I really feel like the things that I offer are received with joy and love. All this to also add that I've received so many comments that have had a huge impact on me, @pato-roldnart has made gorgeous fanart for fics I've written, and my heart just cannot even contain all of the things that have made it happy.

If I'm choosing just one comment, I think it was @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm that said they wanted to take my ficlets for Valentines day and print them, bind them, and draw pretty covers for them and it just made my heart feel really full. (I can't find the comment/tags now but it was just lovely.) I think that was ultimately super validating of my writing, that someone would find it worthy to be something that is printed, and made beautiful, and kept on a shelf is high praise indeed.

9. What inspired you to write your first fic?

My first fic in a different fandom was written out of love for the characters and hate for what had been done to them. I just really desperately wanted to right the wrongs that had been inflicted on the poor Baker Street boys.

My first fic for Drarry was written because I missed writing and I missed sharing love with the virtual world around me. So one night, on a whim (telling myself that I could take it down if people weren't kind) I wrote and posted a little Drarry ficlet. And people were kind, so I posted another, then another, until I was writing 100 Drarry Drabbles in 100 Days; then branching off to do fests, and Microfics, and whatever else my little heart desired.

Anyway! This is probably much more information that you bargained for! Thanks for indulging me. Ask me all the things!