#I just need to be kind and loving towards myself

[yourelliewillms]

the guy from the record

store wasn't a guy?

ellie williams fanfic

━━ chapter 1 wc: 1.9k

you've recently discovered this record shop, the perfect place to find everything of the new kind of music you've just gotten into, rock. your friends wouldn't share this interest with you but maybe the cute guy from the store will.

━━ he/him pronous are used for ellie sometimes but it's for plot purposes i swear !!

BASED ON THE GUY SHE WAS INTERESTED IN WASN'T A GUY AT ALL !!!! i love that manga so much i needed an ellie version so i did it myself. of course this is going to be shorter and pleeaase go read it i swear you won't regret it <3 i hardly recommend you to listen to the manga's playlist too, i'll add some of the songs to this fanfic. literally all i want is my lesbians to have the recognition they deserve. ALSO green is the characteristic color of that manga so i'll be using it here too, everything will be green bc we love green lesbians.

another warning, english is not my first language so you may find some mistakes.

it's been a long day at school but at least the week of exams has ended and you've done pretty good. "i deserve a prize" you think to yourself while your feet guide you out of the building. certainly the exams drained you, the only thing you want to do now is take a long nap to catch up on sleep.

walking down the sidewalk, you put on your headphones which have been your best friends for the last few months when you discovered this band nirvana. it is in fact a popular band but in your friend group? no, not at all. your friends prefer other kind of music. pop, kpop, even jazz, but rock? impossible.

so you find yourself unable to share your new music taste with your friends. even if you beg them to give it a chance, they'll refuse it every time. this is definitely the worst, how are you supposed to fully enjoy this work of art only by yourself? they definitely don't understand what good music is, if only they gave it a chance you could-

just when the music from your headphones stopped, you could still hear one of your favorite songs smells like teen spirit coming from a... record store?

your mind is full of questions, since when has been this store here? this is just 5 minutes away from school and you've never noticed it. maybe this is the prize you deserve for having successfully passed all your exams. buying your very first vinyl will surely be the boost of serotonin you need.

you took off your headphones before getting into the store and quickly walked to check all the beautiful vinyls. the excitement could be seen in your eyes, all the vinyls of your favorite bands in one store and you're even considering finding a job, buying everything of this store is not a want but a necessity. this must be heaven.

after what felt like seconds but were actually 20 long minutes, you finally make your choice and find the vinyl that'll have the privilege to be your very first and most appreciated acquisition.

you turn around, walk towards the shop counter and just then realize how rude of you was not to greet the old man at the store. however, you don't care that much, he should understand that you were too excited to even speak and... was it an old man? did you even look at the person who was next to you the last 20 minutes?

"i'll take this" you place the vinyl on the counter before looking up at the person in front of you.

but now, you reassure one more time that you're not on earth anymore. this is definitely heaven, or maybe something greater because the angel in front of you isn't from this planet at all. green eyes, auburn hair drawn back in a messy bun, a scar on one eyebrow, black clothes with a nirvana t-shirt, an arm tattoo and a mask. this is the most gorgeous guy you've seen in your entire life and you were rude to him, you didn't talk to him for this entire time.

"i love this one" he gave you your new purchase in a bag "you have good taste" that raspy voice that'll live in your mind rent free for an eternity, you're sure about that.

meanwhile, your mind has been spinning for the last 30 seconds. a cute guy with a stunning style and majestic music taste, you've seen only his eyes but you can already imagine a life with him where you get married and play your favorite songs in your wedding.

"thanks, you too. bye" and just like that the conversation ended. you're definitely not the most flirtatious person but you didn't ask him anything, maybe it was too soon to ask for his number but not even his name? really? you can already hear your friends scolding you but at least you remember half of his face and that's enough to be delusional the following months until you find another crush.

8 in the morning and you've been talking for half an hour to your friends about this cute guy from the record store. of course they scolded you for not asking his name but your excitement couldn't be taken away that easily. no other boy from your school has ever made you feel like this, no one called your attention like he did.

"is there any possibility that you see your boy again?" dina, your best friend asked "and maybe ask him out"

"dina!" you frowned as if she had just said the craziest thing you've heard in your life "it's too soon for that. but as soon as i see him again i'll ask him his name" you started kicking your feet "and he'll fall in love with me."

dina and your bursted out laughing and spent the whole morning planning your future life with someone you saw once.

maybe you've been talking too loud or maybe she doesn't like you, but the girl next to you has been glancing at you and dina and she seemed a little too much interested in your conversation.

ellie. you've been classmates for almost a year but you two never spoke. she's like any other girl at school. she wears the same uniform as you, a white shirt and a gray skirt. she also wears these square glasses and she has her headphones on most of the time.

she seems like one of those nerds but one that doesn't participate that much in class. she comes to class, listens to the professors and goes home. you've never seen her talking to any other classmates but she seems comfortable only drawing on her notebook and listening to something on her headphones, it's not that you don't like her, but you haven't had the opportunity to get to know her.

but today she seemed quite distracted and instead of focusing on the class, she was focused on you. she seemed nervous, maybe she wanted to join the conversation and make some friends?

however, the bell rang. you were too busy talking about your new guy to try to figure out why ellie's been looking at you more than usual. you began to pack up your belongings; notebook, pencil case, some other books and, are you forgetting something?

the moment you're getting up from your seat, you can feel ellie's presence approaching you. you stare up at her for a few seconds and before you can say something, her hand reached your ear and put on one of your earbuds.

"you dropped this" your eyebrows furrowed, did she always had those pretty green eyes?

the song that you'd been listening on loop nothing at all was playing on your earbuds loud enough for her to listen to it "that song rocks, doesn't it?" and just like that she walked out the door leaving you completely confused. you're sure you've seen those eyes before, you think that maybe for a split second you stopped looking at ellie as your classmate and maybe... someone else.

on the other hand, ellie has been walking in silence staring at her feet while her mind is about to explode because the girl who sits next to her, her classmate and one of the most popular girls at school, has met and is interested in a guy who works at the record store. but no guy works there, just ellie.

she got a part time job and she's been working there for a few months but that was the first time she saw you there. you didn't recognize her though, since the style she has at her job is the opposite of the one she has at school.

probably the best option is to tell you the truth, the guy you're interested in isn't a guy and is actually the boring, nerdy girl from school, the girl you'd never talk to because that would only ruin your reputation, or at least that's what ellie thinks.

ellie thought that her job should be boring and only boring, she didn't want to have to deal with something else than that. and now that girl has a crush on her, or she has a crush on the person she thinks ellie is.

fortunately, ellie's job is calm. not many people visit the store so she spends her first hours of work tidying the place, not paying much attention to the store itself.

while cleaning at the back of the store, ellie heard the ring of the little bell on the door warning the presence of a client. she sighed and fixed her clothes before getting into the store again but got surprised when she noticed that the client was actually you.

if it weren't for the music playing at the store, the place would have been in complete silence. no one was on sight when you walked in so the sound coming from the back of the store scared you and you jumped. "you scared me, i didn't know you were here" you giggled nervously.

"have you been looking forward to it that much?" you were starting to stutter when the green eyed spoke in what seemed a flirty way. "no- i mean! the new foo fighters album" she interrupted herself "you were looking forward to it because you wanted to buy it, right?" she tried to hide her shaky voice, did she just accidentally flirt with you?

"i swear it's so good, you can hear it a thousand times and it'll still sound amazing. also, i know you like nirvana too because you bought the vinyl. you'll love it, i totally recommend it."

you were in a dream, did you just exchange more than two words with that guy? and he was showing a lot of interest it seemed unreal. you'd be a fool if you mess this up.

"i really want to buy it but uhm..." your pockets were empty, you spent all your money in that vinyl and being an unemployed student is not helpful to your situation "i'm a bit short of money right now" not to say that you're dry.

"i'm sorry but i-" yet she didn't let you finish your sentence "i bought this one for myself. you can have it and tell me your opinion when you return it."

he couldn't be more charming to you. only 5 minutes talking and you had already fell down on your knees. "thank you. you can give me your number so that i can bring it back." your hand sweating for you've finally made a move on who you thought was the guy from your dreams.

"no," no? he rejected you just like that, he didn't even a think a second to answer your question "it's just... i can't use my phone at work."

laying on the counter in front of you was a black ink pen which you quickly grabbed and started writing your phone number on his wrist next to his tattoo.

ellie looked at you stunned, she was glad she was wearing a mask because her cheeks had turned crimson. she noticed your hand shaking and that was the moment she realized the trouble she'd gotten into.

"i thought that if i wrote it on a paper, you'd lose it." the music playing in the background just made the atmosphere between you two dreamlike. you waved and smiled at him as you left the store hoping your burning cheeks would go unnoticed. not only did you have someone to share your interests with but also it was someone who you were crushing on really hard.

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[scorpioriesling]

Red

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Pairing(s): Cassian x reader

Warnings: angst, but HAPPY ENDING I promise

Summary: He broke things off before you'd even had a chance to try; it didn't matter. Loosing him hurt either way. Even more when you knew you loved him more than just as his friend.

SR’s Note: This ends happy... trust the lead up. I also am very happy with this idea, I was spiraling on it and I'm so glad I finally finished it! So, here it is. I hope you see what I am going for with this one. ily all

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“Thank you!” You shouted, smiling broadly to the cheering crowd around you. The feeling was surreal; performing for quite arguably the largest crowd yet was an experience like no other. Fans gathered around the stage from far and wide; every corner of Prythian knew of you, as you’d made quite the name for yourself over the years. Velaris was just another stop on the three-month long tour, but it was by far the most populated.

“You’ve been kind to me tonight, Velaris,” you say into the microphone, and the crowd roars again. Your eyes sweep the streets around you, and you wave to a few familiar faces. “I have to say, this is probably my favorite stop on my tour so far.” You wink, and the crowd roars once more. This was your home court, after all.

Making your way toward the end of the long runway, you approach the piano stationed at the end of it. You were known for playing your own songs for part of the show, switching the songs for every show to spice things up a bit so every court would hear something new. For the Night Court, you had something quite special in mind.

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“Y/N, you know it just won’t work,” Cassian sighs. Tears threaten to spill over your waterline as you follow him through the entryway of the kitchen in the Townhouse.

“What’s gotten into you? We’ve made it work before,” you stammer.

“Yeah, as friends,” he emphasizes the last word, turning to face you. His warm brown eyes meet yours, and a tear slips free. He sighs heavily, looking down and shaking his head.

“Cass…” You whisper. He looks up at you, eyes full of sorrow. His hand cups your cheek, his calloused thumb brushing away the free falling tears streaming down your cheeks. A beat of silence passes between you as he stares into your eyes, all of the unspoken love passing between the two of you.

“You know we can’t.” He says, and your bottom lip trembles. His hand retracts, and a soft whimper escapes your throat. He looks down once more, backing away from you slowly. Soft cries work their way out of you, tears blurring your vision until all you can see are the soft glow of his red siphons passing through the doorway of the kitchen for the last time.

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The piano bench is warm from the afternoon sun as you sit upon it, adjusting the crimson gown beneath you as you take your seat. Fastening the microphone to the stand on the piano’s top, you give a gentle smile to your fans again.

“So… as many of you know, for this part of my show, I play a couple of songs myself; on the piano, for that matter.” Cue a few more cheers.

You take a deep breath, making eye contact with a few fans close to the stage, searching the crowd for maybe a certain someone in particular, though you’d never admit it — even to yourself. “This first song I’d like to play for you is called Say Don’t Go.”

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“Alright, let’s go over what you’ve got so far?”

You hand over your age-old notebook to Azriel, who happens to be an amazing lyricist and songwriter as well as one of your best friends. You sit next to him on the couch in the Townhouse — the feeling almost normal again. You hadn’t been here in months since you’d finally professed your love to Cassian, only for your relationship with him to come crumbling down around the two of you. It wasn’t something you enjoyed to think about — but, it did provide for an inspirational song, one you needed Azriel’s support in writing.

“I’m liking the theme of the colors we’re working with here,” he says, brows knitting as he scans over the page before him. “It seems… quite personal.” You chew your lip, and he raises a brow at you expectantly. Sure, he knew what happened with you and Cassian. Did he really want to rehash every detail right now?

“All of my songs are… personal. You know this.” You shrug. He gives you a look.

“This one seems. Hmm.” He looks like he’s trying to find the word. “Fresh.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He slides his eyes to yours. “Have you talked to him yet?” You cross your arms over your chest and avoid his stare.

“I think he’d prefer we didn’t.” Azriel rolls his eyes, but you don’t need to look to him to see it.

“You’re both quite ridiculous in your delusions of one another-“

The door to the living room swings open, and his blue siphons blaze at the sudden intrusion. Both of your heads turn in synchronized motion.

“Azriel, Rhysand is — oh, hello, Y/N.” Amren’s dark grey eyes widen in suprise as she takes in your presence, and you only smile at her. Gods, how you’ve missed your friends, just seeing them, being around them all the time. And oh, how you’d missed Cassian too, no matter if he thought being together meant putting you at risk. You didn’t care — not when it came to him.

“Nice to see you again too, Amren.” You say. She offers a polite smile, and turns her attention back to Azriel, noticing the notebook in his hands and your scrawled handwriting all over it.

“I’ll just tell Rhysand you’ll be in to see him later this afternoon.” She says, elegantly drifting through the doorway once more. Azriel turns back to you, the blue of his siphons dulling once more.

“Shall we continue, then?”

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“But you won’t, but you won’t, but you won’t.” You play the last chords on the piano, and the crowd erupts in cheers. You smile, and your eyes find the familiar dark grey ones of Amren’s in the front row before you. Your smile grows to a beam as the bright blue of siphons nudges between bustling fans to her left, edging toward the front row. Azriel offers a small wave, which you return. You’d originally planned to play “I Hate It Here” next, but noting the small nod of Azriel’s head, you knew. His unspoken words were encouragement enough, and though the male the song was written for may not be in attendance tonight, the next song you’d play would be from the heart, just for him anyway.

“This next one,” you begin. “This next one, is, um…” you trail off. Your eyes meet Azriel’s again, and he gives you a thumbs up. You nervously bite your lip.

Clearing your throat, you take a steadying breath. “This next one, I’ve actually never played live before.” You say. The crowd quiets as you play the first chord, hands trembling slightly. Your mind flashes to those nights when you’d sat next to Azriel, the blue of his siphons illuminating the keys of the piano in the dark of night as he went over the chords with you.

You played the next few notes.

Your mind went to Amren, her dark grey eyes scanning over the words you’d rewritten a million times, until she physically took your pen from you, telling you that your lyrics were perfect.

You kept playing.

Your mind went to Cassian, the red in his lips when he finally kissed you for the first time after training you all morning. You ignored him when he pulled back, telling you it was a mistake.

“Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street,”

The red rose he gave you when he took you to dinner. You teased him, told him friends don’t go to dinner together and it was most definitely a date, and by the end of the night, he let you win the argument.

“Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly… loving him is like trying to change your mind, once you're already flying through the free fall,”

The red hues in his hair you caught sight of when he took you flying, countless times through Velaris. Your favorite was at sunset, the oranges and crimson streaks in the sky so beautiful that he’d coast slowly to let you enjoy the view. The flutter of your heart felt so warm, so bright, so familiar at the memory, when he’d claim you were more beautiful than any sunset he’d ever seen.

“Like the colors in autumn, so bright, just before they lose it all,”

Your mind races as you remember the mission he allowed you to go on, the one where you were almost killed entering the Autumn court. The one that caused the argument that ended any chance of a relationship between the two of you. How silly it was, that you couldn’t be together out of fear. You loved him so much you couldn’t see it before, but he loved you too much to loose you.

As you approached the chorus, your fingers flew over the keys rapidly, Cassian’s beautiful face in your mind, pure love pouring from every word you sang.

“Losing him was blue, like I'd never known. Missing him was dark gray, all alone. Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met; but loving him was red… oh, red. Loving him was red…”

You continued the song, eyes closing as you reminisced on old memories you’d locked away. Tears pricked your eyes as you played, thinking of how it used to be when you could love your best friend freely, thinking of how it could be, if only.

As you approached the end of the song, your eyes drifted open slowly.

“His love is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end, street.”

The crowd cheers, and you smile, gazing up at the star filled sky. You smile to yourself, proud that you’d finally played the song you’d poured your heart into. Your gaze travelled back down to Earth, focusing again on the crowd and looking for Amren and Azriel. You glanced around, not seeing them.

To your shock, a figure was being escorted by security to your right up onto the stage. You stood, immediately recognizing the oversized wings and tanned skin. Rushing over, you were greeted with an emotional smile as Cassian took your hands in his.

“Was that…” his chest heaves, mouth open but not speaking. You can’t help but smile up at him, a hot tear escaping your eye at the sight of him. Azriel and Amren stand behind him, just out of sight.

“Yes.” Is all you whisper. His large hands slide around your waist, pulling you close so you’re flush against him. You can’t help but laugh, sniffling a little in the process.

“I don’t think I can be without you any longer,” he quietly admits. The cheers from the audience are drowned out by the absolute intensity of his gaze, and you can’t help but glance at his lips.

“It took you quite long enough.” He chuckles, lifting you onto your toes with ease and slotting his lips onto yours, the crowd erupting behind you. Your hands tangle in his unbound hair, one foot popping up behind you. His hands gently brace your waist, setting you down after a few moments and kissing your forehead before meeting your eyes once more.

“I believe you have a few more songs to sing?” He teases. You swat his chest, and he laughs.

“Mhm… and even more, just for you later, if you’d like.” You wink at him, and his cheeks flush red. You giggle, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before sauntering back to the stage. He only gazes at you from the sideline, eyes wide as you catch his stare, taking the mic from the piano once more.

“Alright, who’s ready for another song, yeah?!”

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[cantstoplovingjude]

Underneath the Black Veil: Jude Jazza Bitter

This is from Ikemen Villains EN, Cybird owns everything.

A few hours later, I was wearing the jet-black dress Jude had correctly guessed.

I stepped into the church where the ceremony was being held.

(Jude is going to wait for the right opportunity to catch the leader. He told me I didn't have to do anything, but...)

(I should ready myself, just in case.)

I pressed my lips together and looked up.

The solemn sound of the organ resounded as I began to walk down the aisle.

Jude stood at the end, by the altar.

(Whoa...)

(This is just like a real wedding.)

The moment I thought that, all the other thoughts left my head and my mind went blank.

(Wait, what about the vows, and the kiss?)

(I should just do what the leader says until Jude takes charge.)

(So...)

Jude: "What're ya doin', facial exercises?"

Kate: "Huh?"

Before I knew it, I'd arrived in front of the altar.

(Jude...)

I stood next to him in my wedding dress.

Now I really couldn't think straight.

Jude: "Lookin' like you're on another planet. Sure ya wanna get hitched?"

Just then, a kind-looking man with long hair and glasses appeared.

Man with Glasses: "We are gathered together today to celebrate the true love between our new followers."

(This person must be the leader.)

He gestured broadly as he spoke, and as I listened to him I slowly regained my composure.

Amore: "My name is Amore, the leader of Amour. I am a servant of love, who will grant you love eternal."

(Sounds pretty shady to me.)

When I looked over at Jude, he had a look on his face that said, "Is this guy nuts?"

His reaction was so predictable that I almost burst out laughing.

(No, no. We have to make him trust us.)

Amore: "Now, there is no need for vows between two people who truly love each other."

Amore: "So if you pledge your eternal love, close your eyes and seal that pledge with a kiss."

Kate: "...O-oh."

(He'll get suspicious if we back out now... What's Jude going to do?)

As my heart raced as I tried to figure out what we could go, I felt something cold touch my chin.

(Huh?)

It was Jude's hand, grabbing my chin and pulling me closer.

Kate: "Ah..."

Jude: "Hm."

I looked up and he gestured with his chin as if to say "Look up at me!" and my whole body began to pulsate.

(Is he really going to do it?!)

A rush of messed up feelings thundered through me all at once.

But then, I just made up my mind and closed my eyes tightly, tilting my face up toward him.

Jude: "...Ya actually closed your eyes?"

Kate: "...Yes?"

Jude: "Ya really are an idiot."

His face drew closer.

And I inhaled his sweet, yet slightly bitter scent.

With our eyes still open, he lightly brushed his lips against mine for a split-second.

Kate: "A-ahh..."

Jude: "Pfft, look at that dumb face."

Amore: "Well, then. I hereby recognize you as husband and wife. Now I shall make your love eternal."

Amore: "Pour this wine into each other's mouths."

I was still stunned by the kiss when Jude took the wine glass from Amore.

Jude: "So, this your secret remedy for makin' love eternal, huh?"

Amore: "Yes, that's right."

Jude: "By the way, didya know your waiters spilled water on us today?"

Amore: "...Huh?"

He blinked, and suddenly Jude poured the entire wine glass over Amore's head.

Amore: "Bwaaah?!"

Immediately, Amore became extremely distraught and rushed over to the shelf next to the altar.

Kate: "What in the world is he doing?"

Jude: "Lookin' for the antidote, I'd bet."

(No way...)

(The wine was poisoned?)

(That's how he's been killing everyone?)

A chill ran down my spine as I thought about the deep red wine in the glass.

(It's so simple...)

Kate: "How did you know?"

Jude: "I read Victor's report on the way here."

(What, then why didn't you tell me?!)

Jude walked over to Amore, who had taken some kind of vial out from the cupboard.

But he grabbed the leader's wrist before he could open it.

Jude: "Ya ever heard of gettin' a taste of your own medicine? That's what ya deserve for makin' other people suffer."

Jude: "Why'd ya get to live while others die? Selfish piece of shit."

Amore: "Ugh... arghhh!"

Amore groaned in agony as Jude jerked his wrist and twisted it to the point it looked about to snap.

And Jude looked as if he were genuinely enjoying torturing him. The grin he wore was more evil than the villain he was condemning.

Amore: "Th-there's no time! Let me go! P-please, I'll do anything!"

Jude: "Anythin'? All right. How 'bout we sign a contract?"

Jude: "A contract to do whatever the hell I say till ya die. You'll make that vow, won't ya?"

Amore nodded and Jude let go of his wrist.

The leader frantically gulped down the antidote and looked at Jude with relief.

And then, Jude poked him in the forehead.

Jude had the ability to make anyone fall into a deep, deep sleep by touching their forehead.

Kate: "What do you plan on doing with him?"

Jude: "Haven't decided yet."

We looked down at the floor, where Amore lay sleeping.

(He brutally murdered many people. So no matter what happens to him, I won't feel sorry for him.)

Kate: "Hey, where are all the followers, anyway?"

Jude: "Dreamin'. Even the guy playin' the organ went down in the middle."

(Wait, when did that happen...)

At any rate, we had completed our mission to capture the leader of the cult.

I breathed a sigh of relief just as Jude let out an exasperated sigh.

Jude: "Had no idea ya were 'bout to sigh a dangerous contract, huh?"

Kate: "What?"

(What dangerous contract?)

Amore was the one who'd just entered into a dangerous contract to dedicate his life to Jude.

Jude: "The whole, if ya wanna pledge your eternal love, close your eyes deal."

Jude: "Ya closed your eyes. So ya wanna spend the rest of your life gettin' tortured by me, huh?"

(Oh...)

-Flashback-

Amore: "So if you pledge your eternal love, close your eyes and seal that pledge with a kiss."

Jude: "... Ya actually closed your eyes?"

Jude: "Ya really are an idiot."

-Flashback Ends-

(Wait, that's what you meant?!)

Kate: "I thought we had to kiss so you could have a chance to catch him!"

Jude: "All ya had to do was just lean in close 'n we coulda pretended to kiss."

Kate: "B-but then why did you kiss me?!"

Kate: "You should've just pretended, then!"

Jude: "Wanted to see that ridiculous look on your face after."

(What?!)

(I know it was fake, but why would he steal my first wedding kiss like that?!)

Jude: "Don't worry. I had no intention of closin' MY eyes."

Kate: "That's not why I closed my eyes!"

Jude: "Uh-huh. Sure."

I silently glared at Jude, who seemed to have no interest in listening to me.

Jude: "That ain't the kinda face of blushin' bride makes."

Kate: "I am NOT your bride!"

And so our fake wedding came to an unceremonious end.

However, no one knew at the time...

...that we would really pledge our love to each other one day.

End Bitter.

[letsgetrowdy43]

Summer's Embrace—

Quinn Hughes x Honey Hughes

Warnings: 18+ content/smut below the cut: nothing extremely explicit or intense, just really sweet and soft sex!! It's literally just sex, no plot.

Au Masterlist!!

"You double-checked that you have everything right?" Honey yelled out to her brothers-in-law as they yelled back enthusiastically, "Please call if you need anything, and I mean anything!" Quinn's arms wrapped around her torso as she leaned into him, "Please don't! If you need anything call mom!" he joked as a smirk spread across his face before he pressed a hungry kiss to his wife's jaw.

She gently swatted him on the shoulder as she leaned away from his affections, "Don't joke about that, 'cause they'll actually do it." "Good, I just want one afternoon where I have you all to myself, my parents can handle it," he said honestly as he waved goodbye to his brothers and they took off for whatever the two had planned for the afternoon.

Honey turned to Quinn as she watched the car disappear past the driveway, her eyes lit up with a mixture of excitement and relief. "I can't believe we finally have the house to ourselves," she whispered as if it was a secret that was too good to be true. Quinn smiled, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "It's been too long," he said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face.

They stepped inside, the door closing softly behind them. The house was so quiet, the kind of quiet that felt like a weight lifting off of their chests, the stress of parenting a hyperactive almost two-year-old and a four-month-old withering away by the second Honey slipped off her sandals, feeling the cool hardwood floor beneath her feet. She glanced back at Quinn, who was watching her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

He was up to something, and she couldn't wait to see it play out.

"Come here," he murmured, his voice husky as his smile widened at the sight of his beautiful wife. The way her hips swayed with each step as she crossed the room to be close to him has his heart pounding, hold back to urge to pounce at her and smother her with his love

When she reached him, Quinn wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close as possible. She melted into his embrace, the familiar scent of him filling her senses as she fisted the soft cotton of her shirt and held onto him as if someone was trying to take him from her grasp. They stood like that for a moment, just holding each other, letting the stress of life fall away.

Quinn's hands began to wander, tracing the curve of her back, the swell of her hips, and finally landing on the roundness of her ass grabbing a handful and smirking into the crown of her head as Honey sighed, tilting her head back to look up at him. His eyes were dark with desire, and she felt a thrill of anticipation course through her.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. Honey responded eagerly, her hands threading through his outgrown curls, he let out a gentle whimper at her actions that was muffled by her lips. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent as if they were trying to make up for lost time, and all the moments that were stolen from them.

Quinn's hands rose to slip under the soft fabric of her shirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin. Honey gasped, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through her. She pulled away just long enough to yank her shirt over her head, tossing it aside, Quinn followed suit, shedding his own shirt and letting it fall to the floor.

They stumbled towards the couch, laughter erupting from their messy and frantic movements as their lips reconnected. Honey fell back onto the plethora of throw cushions, pulling Quinn down with her. His weight pressed her into the soft fabric, and she arched her back, needing to feel more of him.

Quinn's mouth moved to her neck, his kisses hot and insistent. "Quinn," she whispered, her voice trembling with need, "please."

He lifted his head, his eyes locking onto hers, "I know, Honey, I know," he said gently as his lips disconnected from the marked skin of her chest. His hands moved quickly to remove the lacy nursing bralette that had been the only thing that fit. With a deftness that spoke of familiarity and longing, he unclasped it, letting it fall away to reveal her bare skin.

Quinn's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her. Honey was the most beautiful person to walk the earth, he was sure of it, and she was all his now and forever.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he leaned down, placing tender kisses along her collarbone, moving slowly down to her breasts. His lips closed around one nipple, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive peak. Honey moaned, her back arching further as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Quinn's hand moved to the other breast, his fingers gently kneading and stroking, sending jolts of electricity through her body.

After he deemed the slight teasing enough he quickly moved to the waistband of her shorts, skillfully unbuttoning and sliding them down her legs. Honey kicked them off along with her panties, aching to get to feel him, gasping at the feeling of the cool air against her heated skin.

She tugged at his shorts and boxers, desperately trying to get them off before he stood up just long enough to shuck them off. Then he was back, his body pressing against hers, skin to skin.

Honey wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Quinn groaned, his hands gripping her hips.

They moved together, slow, sensual moments that built in intensity with each passing second. Honey's fingers dug into the freckled skin of his back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Quinn's mouth found hers again, their kiss searing and desperate as he pulled away once again to listen to the sweet sounds of her moans.

It felt like a dream, a perfect moment suspended in time, just the two of them and this raw love that they shared. The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them. They reached the edge together, a shuddering climax that left them breathless and spent.

Quinn collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms, resting against the arm of the couch as he caught his breath. Honey rested her head on his chest momentarily, listening to the steady beat of his heart, "I missed this," she murmured on his skin, tracing patterns on his chest with her fingertips before she sat up and moved to straddle him. "Me too," Quinn replied, a grin working its way onto his face as he stared up at his pretty wife, a little out of words at just how perfect she looked in this moment.

He sat up a little and pressed a kiss to her ribs before she laid him back and pressed another kiss to his lips, "we need to make more time for us." Quinn nodded, "we'll find a way," he said, a smile playing on his lips as he looked up to she the smirk growing on her face once again.

"What's going on in that pretty head?" his hands found her naked thigh, gently kneading the soft skin as her smile grew at the attention. "Think you could go another round?" she said shyly, her face turning a little pink at the words rolling off her tongue as if they hadn't just been intimately entwined moments before.

Quinn's smile widened, playful desire in his eyes as he squeezed the spot where her hip met her thigh, "I think I could manage that," he replied, his voice low and teasing, "but how 'bout you give me a few minutes, and in the meantime, ride my face."

Honey's blush deepened, her breath catching at his words. She bit her lip, her eyes glinting with excitement as she nodded, "I think I could manage that" she said cheekily before he pinched her hip and grinned before positioning her over his face and pressing soft kisses to the inside of her thighs

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[llilyrose]

So, you know that ISAT au I mentioned in my yass-girlboss King post??

HHHHHEEEERE WE GO .... info below keep reading!!! lots of words!!!! In Stars And Time FULL spoilers!!!!!

There are some really interesting Siffrin-Meets-The-King-First aus that float around. I see them sometime! they're great! But I, as an adoring King fan, had to sit down and ask myself:

"So, uhh, like why?"

AND I DID SOME THINKING!!!!!

The King notices you're looping in Act 3. That's great! Not for Siffrin, but great narratively. If he notices it in that loop specifically, I feel like he would notice in other loops, too.

So, Act 5. The King notices how much of a formidable opponent siffrin is (among other things), acknowledges he's from the same country, recognizes wish craft, yadda yadda yadda.

He wants Siffrin to understand and resonate with his reasons for trapping an entire country in time, and while Siffrin is busy in his mind space fighting Mal Du Pays, the King makes a wish. AND HE LOOPS!!!!!??????

... Uhh, kind of? Not really. It resets the timeline all the way back to when the country was erased, but instead of the King having full memory, they're more like... vague snippets that hint at what he once was.

So, um! The first part of the AU is about the King's 10-year-long descent into madness. It's heavily condensed but it's there!! there's lore there!! I'm a king fan he needs a backstory.

"His name is Lazare" HE HAD TO HAVE A NAME BEFORE HIS KING DAYS... it's heavily implied the King wasn't his original name, and my headcanon helpfully supplied that he underwent a Change inside the house during his rise to power. I think there's like, a Head Defender? And the King was Head Defender, with full access to all libraries inside the house, when he started going crazy.

At 22 he loses all his memory while travelling in Vaugarde. Nobody knows his name so he comes up with one! He meets Siffrin 4 years later and they both travel Vaugarde together.

He becomes a defender at 29 because we see firsthand how INVESTED this dude is in Vaugarde. He wants, NEEDS this country to be safe!! he has a lot of patriotism!!! He's not actively searching for what happened to him or his country, he's just accepted it and is building himself up as a person.

oh boy .. when he turns 31 he becomes Head Defender.... And when he starts reading higher-access books throughout the house documenting a disappearing country? He gets MORBIDLY curious. And... well... this fixation leads him down the rabbit hole that got him where he is today! Except, this time, with Siffrin on his side...?

Yup! Siffrin is here! They've been here the whole time! Siffrin watches a man he's grown to love and adore fall into the Deep End. And he would find the strength to be mad about what he's doing if it weren't for the fact he was super sympathetic!!! ugh!!! sympathy!!!

Siffrin agrees with the King... but not really? He agrees with his reasons but completely disagrees with the way he's going about it. The change from Lazare to King was gradual, but towards the end he treats Siffrin more like an object of study than a friend.

The King takes his cloak and hat to study the stitching, the King won't let him cut or dye his hair again because he wants (NEEDS) this still image of his culture, etc.

Siffrin pretends his behavior doesn't bother him (because the King goes full Mansplain Manipulate Malewife on him if he voices his dissent) and keeps sneaking away from the King using his hat-less/cloak-less disguise.

In doing so, he meets a wild Mirabelle! It becomes a habit to visit her and the villagers under this "disguise" (it's only convincing in the way that Clark Kent is convincing) and he's feeling that same friendship with them that he used to back when the King was Lazarus.

... Until the House gets frozen? And the king starts Freezing People In Time For Real? No warning? Siffrin is HORRIFIED, rightfully, and also super upset. Partly because Mirabelle "got frozen" (she did not get frozen) and partly because the king has TOTALLY LOST HIS MIND NOW. no trace or remnant of who he used to be. but siffrin wants to hold on.

and then Siffrin gets stuck in a time loop! Whoops! Honest mistake!

"How does he get stuck in a Time Loop if there's no party to stick with?" ok so. of course he's going to learn Wish Craft from the King, duh. The King tells him literally everything about rhe country as he discovers it (albeit, in incoherent rambles.). And he also has his own muscle memory to draw from!

In desperation, he makes a wish: Save Vaugarde/Sav the King.

"Which one of those two is it?" Idk! That's what he spends the timeloops finding out!

Oh, wait, now that I've talked about the time loops, I CAN TALK ABOUT LOOP!!! LOOP IS NEW AND DIFFERENT!!!

^^ This was the initial ref sheet i made while brainstorming for this au (and also the sheet that birthed King In Magical Girl Poses)

"So what's loop's deal?" yeah, um, that's the thing? Loop doesn't know either!

Loop is not hiding their identity! Much like King, they domn't remember anything until afterthe Reset. They're Siffrin, yes, but not Siffrin from SASASA:AP. They're Siffrin from In Stars and Time. They're THE Siffrin that the King's wish Reset!

Thus, Loop looks very different!!!! And acts a little bit different!!! Siffrin is the only one who can see Loop, for the time being, and they follow him throughout the loops instead of staying stagnant under the Favor Tree.

They don't like the idea of not knowing who they are, or where they're from. Siffrin sympathizes with the star, initially thinking that they just... had the same thing happen to them that happened to the king? But the reason Loop follows Siffrin through the house is because they NEED to know who they used to be, and what in the Universe happened to them. Certain things trigger certain memories, and... it certainly doesn't help that the party enters the fray.

"So was the King's wish not important?" THE KING'S WISH WAS VERY IMPORTANT.

Not only did it CAUSE the reset, but it gave King the precise tools to get a timeline that fulfilled his wish (It's not the Universe's fault he lost himself and his only chance).

BUT ALSO!! ALSOOOOOOO!!!! THE KING'S WISH CORRUPTED THE WHOLE TIMELINE.

Loops are meant to reset to the day before, with no one"s memory remaining except for Siffrin's.

This loop completely Reset the timeline.

The King kept hints of his memories from the past.

The party gets dejá vū from the moment they meet to the moment they step foot in the house. They feel like something is missing.

Loop shouldn't be here. Loop should be... Loop. Loop didn't wish to be here - it's a direct violaton of his initial wish to stay with his friends, but it's a wish that technically got overwritten when the Reset happened?

Ironically, Siffrin is the only one Out Of The Loop (hehe)

,,,,,,,,,

"okay so what's the stuff IN the timeloop?" you see. you seeeeee. I've been worldbuilding so that I can figure that out. And I still don't know..... I'm setting it up with this post so I can elaborate on anything later (asks are appreciated)

"You should write/draw about this" I am! Ao3 is llilyrose but idk if I'll end up posting anything there. Of course, my tumblr is llilyrose, too....

"You stole this from user llilyrose on ISAT discord!" um, look at my url again. thx

"What if I have questions about the worldbuilding/characters/etc." send an ask, fool.... I'd really appreciate it .....

[fernspirals]

Trying to take care of myself this week.

[swaps55]

2023 Year End Fic Wrap Up

Tagged by @cr-noble-writes. Thank you!

Words written (published or not, WIPs totally count too!):

Published: 65,113 Unpublished:  41,773 Total: 106,886

It feels like I wrote a lot less this year than previous years, but I think it’s less about word count and more that my two big projects, Fugue and Mezzo, sucked up my entire mental bandwidth and I just didn’t have capacity to kick out one shots like I have in the past. I have a bunch of ideas for fun one shots, but not enough time or energy to realize them.

Also, this number is by no means accurate. My Mezzo Leftovers document is sitting at 11.3k, and Fugue finished up with a scrapheap of 28.3k. Gosh, it's hard to believe Fugue was actually 2023. It feels like years ago. Just writing it aged me 10 years. XD

Smut scenes written (if applicable): None. Did I daydream frequently and in great detail about how Sam and Kaidan reconcile in ME3? Yes. Could I write it in my sleep at this point? Also yes. Did I write a word of it? No.

New things I tried: 2nd person POV, Mordin POV, and EDI POV were all new and very scary things I tried, and think were largely successful (jury is still out on EDI and Mordin because only my beta has seen it, but I’m pleased with them).

Fic I spent the most time on: Probably Mezzo, because I wrote more of it than Fugue in 2023.

Fic I spent the least time on: Probably Capriccio, because it was short and mostly wrote itself.

Favourite thing I wrote: Well…I wrote so little outside of the long fics, because they have sucked up all my time and spoons. Fugue is something I am so proud of, but Mezzo has been so fun.

Favourite thing I read: A Sip of Serenity was a Spec Recs Kaidan & Liara treat fic for me by @screwyouflightlieutenant and I love it with an unholy love. Also, Madrigal and Volta by @dandenbo are PHENOMENAL stories you should drop everything and read.

Writing goals for next year: Finishing Mezzo sounds ambitious, but I guess I can be ambitious in January. XD

Tagging...I don't know! Who hasn't done this? If you haven't, please do it and tag me, because I wanna see. @stormikins? @otemporanerys?

[tubbytarchia]

Hey, just wanna say that I love your "blabber" posts, especially when you answer asks. I understand why someone would feel like they're being annoying but I just want to be another person to tell you that you're not, and if anyone doesn't vibe with your thoughts then they can indulge somewhere else. You seem like such an incredibly open-minded person with a very big heart. You're clearly so passionate about what you do and you love to share what you know. Even when you've disagreed with something or felt hurt (like feeling envious of others, like you say), or felt that you've done wrong, you always respond with such heartfelt thoughts. You always make it known that YOU KNOW what's up and how you're dealing or planning to deal with it rationally. You're clearly working hard to better the parts of yourself that you're not happy with and that makes you an amazing person in the truest sense of the word. Interacting with people and expressing your thoughts seems to make you happy and so you do that. You do what makes you happy and that genuineness shines through your text posts. Don't stop doing that.

what am I supposed to say to that

[bueris]

okay maybe I should seriously reconsider my path in life and sell my soul to marketing or journalism instead

[abimee]

ruyan is literally so beautiful that i get ill looking at her

[taeyungie]

😺

[meownotgood]

my very first fictional crush vs my current one what do you think they'd talk about if they met

[bixiaoshi]

[puppyeared]

weird that the shape of love is two beating hearts glued together and not two hands holding each other

[dirt-str1der]

Trans kiryu is a genuinely funny hc because like trans majima is like oohh angst ohh she has to fight to be accepted she has to deal with people making fun of her for being a man in a dress she has to take into account her position and social standing and kiryu is literally just kiryu forever because the universe loves him too much to ever force him into a situation unless its to go to prison in which case hes like yayyy i love jail yayy yayyy

[dwtdog]

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