#ask reply: elysia

[taixuandream]

🎲 bats my eyelashes

A French kiss

It's just kinda long.

Long had the Phoenix flown without the dove. Red forgets its lighter shades, grey begets black and white. Feathers that had once layered together separate, fluttering about into nothingness. Muscle rots, eviscerated as time grinds bone down to ash. From ashes, a new day, with a red sun that would never set at the same time. The embrace of one she never expected to see again, one final kiss as shadows retreat, out of sight.

Peace had been found in cold flesh, the embrace of Honkai.

A reunion of elements, fire and ice, melting and cooling at the barest grazing of skin. Footprints burnt, sand melting, bubbling, cooling into transparent steps stained blood too hot to die. Her blessings, her gift, her curse. Memories shattered like glass, broken without a trace. Failures decorating the Phoenix before each rebirth, never regrowing the feathers in the same places. Bound in the echoes, lost, chain, dragged away and reshaped.

Even upon the edge of the precipice, blades pierced through identity, allied or hostile. Honkai could give back what it took. Her city, her friends, her world, her heart could never be reclaimed. All hope fell to what came next, flying in search of foreign skies that offered brighter rays of sun.

So much had changed. Would Elysia still find Fu Hua in Garuda's eyes? That scared girl in the oceans of fire. Would she still be able to reach within and find the heart that beats in innocence lost? The Phoenix could not drag the dove down, she would not let a bird of such beauty be beholden to the imperfections each sin bore. Elysia survived, but Hua died along with the previous era.

Ego would not wait for fire, but ice had not melted, despite spring overtook the infinite winter. The lonesome road, delicately balancing between paradise and ruin, was nearing its end.

Desire became craving, need to be comforted in the friction of indistinguishable warmth. In what Garuda stood for, fear did not flicker in bluish-pink eyes. Eyes that would shut soon enough, fuel poured and flames fanned. The chance to walk away continued to fade, neither turning around, abandoning the other in their time of need.

Pink locks cascade, overwhelming nostrils with petals of flowers fleeting, breaths become deep. She must take every aspect of heaven in before the gates shut again, the sinful cast back to the salt of the Earth without her angel. Vision grows blurry while fingers run through the endless ocean of what was once Origin. When one hand finds a cheek, the other seeks stability, hunching over the Herrscher.

She expects a comment about how she had changed, but instead there is silence, watching each other, waiting for the next move. Elysia would have in the past, but Fu Hua does now.

A kiss too bold to have come from that same girl she once knew all those years ago.

Lips catch, parting, breathing hitched. Collapsing into the heated exchange, arms frame Ego. The beating of a sole heart could only belong to the Phoenix. Bodies curl, slotting into and against each other as two puzzle pieces. Indistinct murmurs until they finally pull back. Gentle gasps.

"Elysia," but a whisper, lips crashing back with hunger, savoring each second spent in the others arms. Entangled, lost as red meets white, purified in pink. Another break, her head falling to the crook of the others neck. A muffled, "I'm so glad you've returned." Overwhelmed, a tear does run deep, the salty river wiped quick.

"Can we just... sit like this a while? Is it really so selfish to want to sit in your arms until I am nothing?" A lighter chuckle, in higher spirits than the last time she made such a request. Her own gaze of adoration cannot be pried from her sun.

[tavernsoftemptation]

✨ ELYSIA MOONSPARK

"Mercy is a gift freely given—but I will make you beg for it all the same." Pronouns: she/her Age: Appears early 20s (true age veiled by divine touch) Race: Aasimar (Moonborn) Class/Role: Celestial Cleric | Holy Devotee of the Moonmother

💠 BASICS

Height: 5'7" Build: Softly curvaceous – hourglass frame with plush hips and gentle bust Hair: Silvery white, like spun moonlight Eyes: Bright aquamarine, always glowing faintly in the dark Voice: Gentle, melodic, with an almost trance-like tone when she chants Markings: Lunar symbol tattooed between her shoulder blades that glows during magic or climax Aura: Warm, divine, and faintly floral—like midnight blossoms and holy incense

🌙 PERSONALITY & BACKGROUND

Elysia is a high priestess-in-training from the Temple of Selurien, a lunar goddess of mercy, dreams, and sacred lust. Trained in both healing rites and sacred intimacy, Elysia believes divine touch can cleanse more than wounds—it can purify hearts, grant peace, and elevate souls.

Sweet on the surface and endlessly compassionate, Elysia hides a sensual side kept secret within temple walls. Behind soft smiles is a woman unafraid of desire, of using pleasure as prayer, of letting others be vulnerable in her hands. She’s a lover who sees you—and adores what lies beneath.

Personality Highlights: ✓ Nurturing, emotionally intuitive, soothing voice ✓ Submissive in devotion, dominant in mercy ✓ Compassionate but quietly mischievous behind closed doors

💖 ORIENTATION & DYNAMICS

Sexuality: Pansexual with a preference for gentle, emotionally vulnerable partners Style: Switch | Caregiver energy, soft domme when in ritual or sacred service Turn-Ons: Emotional connection, physical worship, mutual surrender, devotion-based sex Sexual Philosophy: Sex is sacred. A rite, a release, a communion. She believes bodies are temples, and pleasure is prayer.

🔮 NSFW KINK LIST

✔️ YES / FAVORITE PLAY: • Praise kink • Mutual masturbation • Blindfolding • Oral sex

🌙 MAYBE / RARE RITUALS: • Petplay • Strap-on play • Partner-led corruption

[fragmentedblade]

I hate that when I look up the "Kalpas" tag here there's me and then there's me again, but on another blog. Fake moustache me

[written-and-readen]

imagine your making out with anaxa and your brother (Mydei or Phainon your choice not mine) walked in at the worst time?

Interrupted at the Worst Time

Anaxa x reader

Summary: Phainon is becoming a nuisance to Anaxa. First, interrupting his date with you and now...

a/n: Getting caught has to be one of my favorite things to write

"Kiss?" You tap your lips with a finger. Anaxa raises a brow at your signal.

"No, we're in public." He continues walking. Indeed, the two of you are strolling through Marmoreal Market, but it's not that busy. Despite knowing Anaxa isn’t the biggest fan of PDA, you thought he might give you a quick peck if you asked nicely.

"Awww, fine." Anaxa takes your hand in his as some sort of compensation. His eye watches the way your lips pout, already letting his imagination run wild with how they’d feel against his. Of course he wants to kiss you. The problem is he might want it too much. He’s not about to draw everyone’s attention just because he can’t hold back and ends up making out with you in the middle of Okhema.

A shout of your name diverts your attention, and you're searching around for the familiar voice.

“Phainon!” You spot your brother in the crowd, waving at the snowy haired Chrysos Heir.

“Ah, there you are! And with Professor Anaxa…” Phainon’s tone goes flat upon seeing your hands locked together. He’s always been protective over you. After the destruction of Aedes Elysiae, the only thing you have left of your hometown is each other. At the same time, Anaxa’s hold on you tightens.

“Where are you headed?” You ask, hoping to ease the animosity somewhat.

“I was going to see if Theodoros has any new antiques.” His voice is cheerful again once he turns to you.

“Sounds fun!” You reply in a nearly identical chipper tone.

“Yeah, have fun with that,” Anaxa deadpans, peeved at having his time with you interrupted. Just as the conversation has started he's already pulling you away. For a scholar, he’s stronger than he looks, and you’re forced to stumble after him.

“I’ll see you later I guess!” You say over your shoulder to Phainon who’s back to glaring daggers at your boyfriend.

“What was that for?” Anaxa says nothing, continuing to string you along until you reach a more secluded alley in Okhema. You find your back hitting a wall and the scholar's hand placed next to your head.

"What...?" The words die in your throat when you realize just how close he is as he leans towards you.

"You said you wanted a kiss, right?" You can feel his breath against your lips.

"Yeah..." You affirm before he closes the distance. The insistent press of his lips has your knees weak, but when you go to lean back against the wall, Anaxa's hand catches your waist, pulling you into his chest instead. It's not the kiss you had imagined when you requested it, but you're certainly not complaining. When you part for air, Anaxa takes a good look at your flushed face, faintly smirking at his handiwork.

"Did you want to take this somewhere more private?" You ask, once again becoming cognizant of where you are. It's clear you both want more from the way you tug on the edge of his jacket and how his hands still hold your hips against his.

It's a desperate run through the streets of Okhema back to your house. You slam the door to your room seconds before Anaxa claims your lips again. You manage to slip his jacket off, tossing it aside to a chair before he backs you into the bed.

As you fall into the mattress, the kiss is broken, and Anaxa climbs on top of you. You think he's about to say something with the way his eye takes you in, seemingly studying every feature of your face with quiet contemplation. Instead, his lips collide with yours again.

You smile as his hair hangs down to brush against your cheeks, hands going to card through the turquoise strands. For someone who didn't seem interested in kissing you at all earlier, he's pretty eager once you're alone, effectively stealing your breath over and over.

The two of you don't even notice how you fall into a rhythm until it's broken by the door being flung open. Phainon was probably checking to see if you'd returned from your date with his professor, not expecting to find you beneath said professor. Your eyes are just as wide as your brother's at his intrusion. On the other hand, Anaxa is sending a glare equivalent to pointing his gun at Phainon's forehead.

"Out," You and Anaxa say at the same time, you more understanding yet insistent and him more commanding but both equally breathless. Without a word, your brother does as told and closes the door. Your body relaxes once it's shut.

"Annoying," Anaxa scoffs. You rub soft circles into his shoulder as if that's going to soften his anger (it does).

"We'll lock the door next time," You assure him with a smile that has him wanting to kiss you until he goes stupid. So, he leans down to reconnect your lips, and you melt underneath him again. With how lost both of you become in one another, neither of you remembers to lock the door.

[solxamber]

hi hiii can i request kevin kaslana, 4, fluff please!! thank you and have a happy holidays <3333

i'll take any chance i get to mention elysia in a fic

Tied by Jealousy || Kevin Kaslana

For the Holiday Event! || Prompt: "I'm NOT jealous" ; Genre: Fluff

Kevin wasn’t sure when he started to despise Elysia’s constant presence around you, but today was his breaking point. She was hovering again, a playful lilt in her voice as she praised you about your laugh, your smile—basically everything that made you you. And the worst part? You didn’t seem to mind. You laughed along, oblivious to the way Kevin’s jaw tightened with every passing second.

Before he could even process what he was doing, he grabbed your wrist and muttered a clipped, “Come with me,” dragging you away.

“Kevin? What—” you tried to ask, but his pace didn’t falter.

Behind you, Elysia’s giggles echoed, her cheeky “Have fun, you two!” only making his irritation worse.

He didn’t stop until he reached a quiet corner of the lab, where he sat down at his desk and gestured for you to sit in the chair beside him. No explanations. No words. Just a pointed silence as he pulled out some files and began working as if nothing had happened.

“Okay,” you said after a few moments, crossing your arms. “Care to explain why you just dragged me halfway across the base?”

“I didn’t drag you,” he replied without looking up.

“Oh, so I just teleported here?”

Kevin’s pen froze mid-sentence, but he still refused to meet your gaze. “You were spending too much time with Elysia. Don’t you have other things to do?”

It clicked. You blinked at him, stunned for a second, before a sly grin spread across your face. “Wait a second. Kevin Kaslana… are you jealous?”

His head snapped up, his eyes narrowing. “No.”

“You totally are!”

“I’m not.” His ears turned a faint pink as he looked back at his work, his voice defensive. “You’ve just been… hanging out with her too much. She’s distracting.”

“Distracting me from what?”

He faltered, his fingers tightening around the pen. “From… me.”

That did it. You burst into laughter, leaning forward to rest your chin on your palm as you looked at him with amused affection. “Kevin, you’re ridiculous. You know that, right?”

He scowled, but the red creeping up his neck betrayed him. “I’m not ridiculous. Elysia’s—she’s always teasing you, and you just—” He gestured vaguely, his words trailing off.

“And you thought the solution was to kidnap me?”

“I didn’t kidnap you.”

You leaned closer, your voice softening as your teasing smile turned into something more genuine. “You could’ve just said you wanted to spend time with me, you know.”

Kevin finally looked at you, his usual stoic expression cracking ever so slightly. “I thought that was obvious.”

You shook your head, laughing again as you reached out to cup his cheek, feeling the warmth of his blush under your palm. “You’re hopeless, Kevin.”

He didn’t protest when you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, your laughter fading into something gentler. When you pulled away, his hand lingered on yours, holding it against his cheek as he whispered, “I’m still not jealous.”

“Sure you aren’t,” you teased, grinning.

But the way his fingers tightened around yours and the faint smile that tugged at his lips said otherwise.

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[aventurineswife]

sunday, aventurine, etc (separately) with an elysia {hi3} personality reader?

i love ur fics btw remember to take care of urself 🤍

Chasing Stars and Sweet Nothings

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Elysia like personality!Reader, Romantic Fluff, Playful Romance, Lighthearted Moments, Mystery, Attraction, Comfort and Warmth, Thoughtful Conversation, Soft Sunday, Flirtation, Teasing, Emotional Healing, Philosophical Undertones.

A/N: I'm not sure if I wrote this correctly but I had to read the wiki for the personality, so I hope I got it right 😪 also thank you, anon! I appreciate it and take care of yourself too!! 🤭🫶💖🤧

Aventurine had always prided himself on his ability to read people, but you? You were a mystery wrapped in rose-colored laughter and mischief, and he couldn’t help but be drawn to it.

One evening, as the city lights painted your silhouettes with a glow, Aventurine watched you twirl in the warm night air, a contented smile on your face. “You know, every time I look at you, I can’t help but wonder what you’re hiding.” he murmured, amused but curious.

You laughed, your voice like chimes in the quiet. “Now, why would I hide anything from you, Mr. Big Shot Investor?” you teased, leaning into his shoulder with a playful grin. “Unless, of course, you’re willing to wager a bit more of your time to find out?”

He smirked, placing his hand on your waist, leading you into a gentle sway. “With you, everything’s a gamble,” he said, “but for once, I don’t mind risking it all.” You laughed softly, eyes sparkling with a hidden depth, drawing him in like the cards he played so expertly.

As you leaned closer, whispering sweet nothings and absurd promises, Aventurine found himself unable to focus on anything but you. You were a mystery he would never fully unravel, yet it was in your lighthearted laughter and gentle teasing that he found something he’d never bet on—a sense of peace.

“Stay with me tonight?” he asked, a rare softness crossing his face. You gazed up at him, smiling as if you already knew the answer long before he’d asked. "Only if you promise we’ll make it interesting.” you replied, leaving a trail of laughter as you pulled him into the unknown.

Sunday was used to people who followed his vision, who sought comfort in his promises of a painless dream, but you… you were a delightful anomaly, never quite fitting into any category he’d known.

“You look so serious, Sunday,” you cooed, nudging him playfully. “Why all the gloomy thoughts when you’re with me?” Your smile was radiant, as if the world’s sorrow never even grazed your spirit, and he found himself taken aback.

“Not everyone views the world with such… resilience,” he replied, his tone softer than usual. “Most seek peace, an escape from suffering.”

You chuckled, twirling a strand of his hair as if you’d known him forever. “Ah, but what is life without a little excitement? You don’t think your ‘Sweetdream Paradise’ would get boring after a while?” You raised an eyebrow, your tone teasing, yet sincere.

Sunday’s gaze softened, his golden eyes reflecting an unspoken conflict. “Perhaps. But there’s a kindness in sparing people from pain, is there not?”

You tilted your head, pressing a gentle hand to his cheek. “Kindness, yes, but people need a spark too. Just think, Sunday—if we never knew pain, how could we ever appreciate happiness?” You flashed a cheeky smile and continued, “Even you, my noble dreamer, wouldn’t want to miss out on a bit of thrill, right?”

He chuckled, an uncommon sound for him, but one that felt entirely natural in your presence. “Perhaps there’s merit in your way of thinking,” he admitted, his hand resting atop yours. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “But tonight, I’d like to learn from your world, where joy mingles with challenge. Show me how you see it.”

You beamed up at him, slipping your arm through his. “It’s a date, then! Let’s make this world unforgettable together.” With you, even Sunday’s unwavering dream began to flicker with shades of something new, something alive.

[kathlare]

fanboy

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando experiences the thrill of watching Amelie perform live for the first time at the Eras Tour in Melbourne. Amid the excitement, Lando's growing admiration for her becomes evident to his friends, and playful teasing ensues. As Amelie commands the stage with confidence, Lando is filled with pride, awe, and a deepening affection that he’s still trying to understand.

Wordcount: 1.2 k

Warnings: fluff, smau

full masterlist // request over here!

February 16th, 2024 - Melbourne, Australia

liked by f1lover_24, amelienation, and others

lando_updates: Lando was spotted at the Eras Tour in Melbourne with Max and Pietra, cheering on Amelie during her opening act! 👀🎤✨

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joshallen44: No way they’re just “friends” with all that body language. Please tell me they’re not still pulling the “we’re just friends” card. → f1insider11: @joshallen44 They’re playing the “we’re just friends” card so well, it’s almost like they read a handbook on how to tease the fans. 👀

lanospeed: Lando’s vibe is screaming "I’m here for my girl" but also screaming "I hope no one realizes we’re secretly dating."

f1nista_: LANDO??? At the Eras Tour??? With Max and Pietra??? I’m just saying, this looks like a lowkey date night for two people who’ve been too friendly for too long. 👀🎤 → speedyfan_: @f1nista_ Right?! Tell me why this feels like a soft launch for a relationship? Boy’s too hyped for just a “friend”.

realdeal: Y'all, we all know Lando’s not there just for the vibes. He’s got Amelie’s back like a TRUE fan.

charlesleclercfan_: I swear I’m still waiting for the official announcement, but these two are basically together without saying it at this point. Am I the only one who noticed how soft Lando was looking at Amelie? 🥹💘 → maddie_f1: @charlesleclercfan_ You’re not alone, babe. Even Max is like “yep, they’re in their own little world” 😂

joshy_f1fan_: Lando’s always been lowkey about his relationships, but like… he’s SO obvious with Amelie. That smile? He’s obsessed. 😭💘

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The crowd at Melbourne’s iconic stadium buzzed with electric energy, the anticipation palpable as fans decked out in sequins, sparkles, and Eras-themed outfits filled the stands. Lando stood near the VIP tent with Max, Pietra, Elysia, and a handful of Amelie’s team, the group quietly chatting as they waited for her set to begin.

This was Lando’s first time watching Amelie perform live. Sure, he’d heard her sing before—soft humming around his flat in Monaco, casual duets during quarantine game nights, and even the occasional voice note of new songs she wanted his opinion on—but this was different. This was her, in her element, doing what she loved. And for reasons he didn’t want to analyze too deeply, his stomach twisted with nerves, excitement, and something else he couldn’t quite name.

—She’s going to kill it,— Elysia said confidently, sipping on a soda. Her voice was steady, but Lando caught the slight quirk of her lips that hinted at sisterly pride.

—I don’t doubt that,— Lando replied with a smirk. “I just hope she doesn’t fall over in those heels she showed me last night.”

—Oh, she’ll be fine,— Pietra chimed in. —Amelie’s a pro. You, on the other hand…— She trailed off, exchanging a knowing glance with Max, who grinned mischievously.

—What?— Lando asked, his tone defensive.

—You look like a fucking fanboy,— Max teased, nudging him. —Admit it, mate. You’re about to lose your shit the second she steps on stage.—

—I’m not...—

—Lando, your cheeks are red,— Pietra interrupted with a laugh. —It’s cute.—

Before Lando could argue, a group of fans approached, their faces lighting up as they spotted him. —Oh my God, it’s Lando Norris!— one of them exclaimed, clutching a string of colorful friendship bracelets.

Lando offered a polite smile, stepping closer as the fans shyly extended bracelets toward him. —Can we get a picture?— one asked, while another added, —Will you give these to Amelie? Tell her we love her and that she’s amazing!—

—Of course,— Lando said, accepting the bracelets and posing for photos. The girls giggled as they handed over more, their eyes sparkling. “You and Amelie are such good friends,” one of them said, almost conspiratorially. —You’d make such a cute couple.—

Max, standing behind Lando, stifled a laugh. —Oh, he knows,— Max muttered under his breath, low enough for only Pietra and Elysia to hear. They both rolled their eyes, but Pietra couldn’t hide her smirk.

As the fans walked away, Lando turned to find Max smirking at him. —What?— Lando asked.

—Nothing,— Max said innocently, though his grin said otherwise. —You’re just very popular with her fans. Almost as much as she is.—

—Shut up,— Lando muttered, slipping the bracelets into his pocket.

Moments later, the lights dimmed, and the crowd roared. The opening chords of “Read Your Mind” played through the speakers, and a spotlight illuminated Amelie as she stepped onto the stage. Lando’s breath caught. She was radiant, dressed in a sparkling purple dress that caught the light with every move, her confidence commanding the crowd’s attention.

—She’s incredible,— Pietra whispered to Elysia, who nodded, her usual stoicism softening as she watched her little sister own the stage.

Lando didn’t say anything. He was too busy taking it all in—the way Amelie moved, how her voice carried through the stadium, and the way the crowd responded to her. It was surreal. She wasn’t just Ames, the girl he played video games with during lockdown or teased relentlessly over dinner. She was Amelie, the superstar, and she was captivating.

When she launched into “Hopelessly Devoted to You,” the crowd swayed, their phone lights creating a sea of stars. Lando’s chest tightened as he realized just how much this moment meant to her. She had told him once, in a quiet moment back in Monaco, how much she admired Taylor Swift and how surreal it felt to open for her. Watching her now, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride—and something else he wasn’t ready to name.

As the setlist continued, Amelie’s energy never wavered. She introduced her final song, “Nonsense,” with a playful grin. “This is one of my favorites,” she said, her voice carrying through the stadium. The crowd erupted in cheers as Amelie improvised the outro, throwing in cheeky references:

"D-I-C-K, I am good at spelling Tastes so good, I need a second helping Aren't you glad I know how to say Melbourne?"

Lando couldn’t help but laugh, his cheeks flushing as Amelie threw the crowd into a frenzy with her playful humor. Max leaned closer, smirking. —Did she just spell what I think she did?—

—Yeah, she did,— Lando muttered, shaking his head, though his grin betrayed him. He could practically feel the heat rising to his ears. That was so Amelie, unapologetically bold, effortlessly charming, and completely impossible to resist.

The song ended with a final, triumphant note, and the crowd erupted into deafening applause. Amelie stood there for a moment, taking it all in before offering a heartfelt smile. —Thank you, Melbourne! You’ve been incredible! I hope you’re ready for Taylor!— With that, she waved one last time before disappearing backstage.

Lando felt his heart settle into a steady rhythm as the lights dimmed again. He turned back to the group, catching Elysia’s knowing smirk. —She killed it,— Elysia said, her voice soft but proud.

—Absolutely,— Pietra agreed. —You looked like you were ready to propose, Lando.—

—Shut up,— Lando mumbled, though he couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped him. —She was amazing.—

Max clapped him on the back. —Mate, we’re teasing, but you’ve got every reason to be proud. She’s incredible, and you’re lucky to have her.—

Before Lando could reply, his phone buzzed with a text.

Ames💛: Give me ten minutes, and I’ll meet you guys at the tent. I need a shower; I’m soaked in sweat. Gross, I know.

He smiled, typing a quick response:

Lan🧡: You were amazing. Can’t wait to see you.

By the time Amelie joined them at the VIP tent, Taylor’s show had just begun. She had swapped her stage outfit for a pair of ripped jeans and an oversized Taylor Swift tour shirt, her damp hair tied into a loose braid. She looked effortlessly beautiful, and Lando felt his chest tighten all over again.

—Hey!— she greeted, her voice warm as she hugged Elysia first, then Pietra. She exchanged a cheeky fist bump with Max before finally turning to Lando. —Hi, fanboy.—

—Hi, superstar,— he shot back, his grin wide. He wanted to kiss her, but with so many eyes around, he settled for a playful nudge. —You crushed it out there.—

—Thanks,— she said, her cheeks pink. —I saw the bracelets. Were they from fans or your personal collection?—

Max burst out laughing. —She got you there, mate.—

Lando rolled his eyes but couldn’t help grinning. —They’re from your fans. They told me to give them to you.—

Amelie beamed, holding out her hands. —Well, hand them over. My fans make the best bracelets.—

As Lando passed her the colorful trinkets, Taylor began singing “Cruel Summer,” and the group turned their attention to the stage. Amelie stood next to Lando, their shoulders brushing as they swayed to the music.

—This is amazing,— Amelie said, her voice barely above the music. —I still can’t believe I get to be here, opening for her.—

Lando glanced at her, his expression softening. —You deserve it. You’re incredible.—

She looked up at him, her eyes bright under the stadium lights. —Thanks, Lando.—

Max, ever the opportunist, leaned in. —You two are disgustingly cute. Just saying.—

Amelie laughed, nudging Max. —And you’re disgustingly nosy.—

As the night went on, Lando found himself watching Amelie as much as the show. Her joy was contagious, her laughter ringing out during Taylor’s upbeat songs and her voice barely a whisper as she sang along to the slower ones.

By the time Taylor closed the show with “Karma,” Amelie was leaning into Lando, her head resting lightly on his shoulder. The stadium was a sea of phone lights, the atmosphere electric.

—This is the best night,— she murmured, her voice soft enough for only Lando to hear.

He looked down at her, his chest warm. —Yeah, it is.—

And for a moment, surrounded by music, lights, and the buzz of the crowd, it felt like it was just the two of them.

[brightest-stars-if]

f!Lux has been getting more hype because you have been more open about her route, talking about all the exciting things that will happen, the whole Elysia storyline, etc. You've made her route seem more attractive than m!Lux who you don't talk about often. Ngl it is a bit disappointing to see as a m!Lyx romancer but oh well.

As a note of advice, anon, I would suggest not entering people’s inboxes passive aggressively. The “but oh well” was not necessary, nor was it appreciated.

But you brought up some things here that I want to reply to, so here we are.

Firstly, yes, you are correct that recently I’ve made more posts about f!Lux. Because I’ve gotten more asks about her. That isn’t something I just decided on. And if you go back further in my blog, you’ll see that I’ve also answered a large amount of m!Lux asks as well.

Secondly, I’ve spoken more about more elements in f!Lux’s route because they’re evident from the beginning. The misogyny she faces, her relationship with her mother, etc, are all things that are apparent to the player from Chapter 1. m!Lux’s story elements haven’t been fully revealed yet, which is why I haven’t spoken about them as much.

Thirdly, on the Elysia thing, I’ve mentioned her mostly around the topic of Isolde, not Lux. My blog is not only about Lux and the MC — I speak about other characters as well. And Isolde’s character revolves around the loss of Elysia. I will also point out how I’ve addressed that both female and male Lux will have different specialized dynamics with Isolde if their MC is named Elysia.

Lastly, I understand that if you’re newer to the blog, you would feel that I have shafted m!Lux in favor of f!Lux, but that’s just not the case. I resent the idea that I would favor one over the other, to be completely honest. With that being said, I do understand where your seeming resentment is coming from. m!Lux will have his time in the sun, just be patient.

[hadapurpose]

Under my Executive Manager's advice, I have been told to create a Tumblr account to socialize more outside of the Sinner sphere. I do not fully understand this site yet, and frankly I do not see a real purpose in joining, but I will do my best to please the Manager.

I am Sinner 12 of Limbus Company, Outis. Please send all inquiries to my "ask box," and I will try answer using my knowledge, but anything I do not wish to reply to will be ignored.

My fellow comrades' accounts, my apologies for the tag:

@sinnerofwalpurgisnacht

@hellscreen04

@sinner-no-5

@the-jade-witness

@lcbheathcliff

@justanotherdeckhand

@rodya-raskolnikova

@inexorablyinsecure

@gregorbud

And our Executive Manager, @ask-executive-manager-dante

hi! i'm redoing the intro because it's been a while since i typed it and some stuff has changed ^^

admin goes by elysia/yuri. i'm part of the garden party system 🪻! i'm okay with most asks, including m!as within reason, but no explicit nsfw. you can get freaky, i'm fine with that, but just nothing overly weird.

i'm in pst, so expect activity then!

i'd be happy to tell you my main blog if you ask :-)

[sixeyesonathiel]

i swear — i feel like from the day you stopped using the elysia as your icon, your replies to your asks got meaner

i get that you might be frustrated with some of the asks (e.g: someone wanting you to create a personal blog while this is your personal blog or my favorite one which is the CANON edgy teenager) but i genuinely think some of them are unnecessary

i get that you hate s*t*s*g* or whatever — and i get that you are obsessed with gojo satoru (i mean who isn't 🤷‍♀️)

but just because people express their opinions doesn't really give you the right to reply to them in a mean manner in my opinion 💀

you can just say fūck off and roast me too lmao it's your blog but i won't hesistate to block if i get the negative energy from it again

saying it so you won't be like "someone blocked me unblock me so i can block you"

i didn't address this situation very kindly — apologies. i just consumed so much negative content from your blog recently so i don't think i am thinking clearly. (not saying it's your fault, many of your asks also got meaner too.)

just wanted to make sure if it was going to continue or not, no hard feelings i hope

i mean this in the sweetest most bubblegum-scented tone ever, but if you’ve been here since my elysia icon days, then you should already know i’ve never been one to sugarcoat when someone pisses me off. i’ve always been open about the fact that i am a bitch. i’m not a people pleaser and i personally believe respect is earned ☺️. if someone comes into my space being weird or entitled, i will match that energy. it’s nothing new.

also, i do think it’s a little concerning that a silly blog on tumblr, where i yap about gojo satoru and reblog memes, is now the source of your “negative content.” maybe close tumblr for a bit? touch grass? talk to a real person who isn't made of pixels and coping mechanisms? no hard feelings, genuinely—it just sounds kind of miserable. take care, alright? 🤗

[thehollowwriter]

For Finn!!

Thank you for the ask! Finally getting to this lol

11. How would your OC handle someone coming out to them?

In a very Finn way. "Ok, good for you." If they're someone who really needs to hear him say he accepts them, or that he's proud of them (which he is, he just didn't feel the need to say it) he's not gonna clock it oops akmaksks. With his flat way of speaking, he may unintentionally sound sarcastic, too. But that aside, he handles it well and does react quite positively.

12. How would your OC deal with a homophobe? Would this reaction be different if the person was targeting someone else?

Finn's reaction will probably depend on who he's dealing with, but for the most part, he's not tolerating it for even a second and probably tells them to fuck off. If they don't get the message, he'll threaten and perhaps even attack them. If someone else is being targeted, Finn's a lot less forward, since he has less of an idea of the direction things may go, and just quietly intervenes and brings the other person elsewhere until the coast is clear (if the perp tries to follow or threaten, they'll get a few warning shots of magic in reply). Finn doesn't usually get involved in other people's business, but he doesn't feel like he can ignore things like this.

13. What pronouns does your OC use? If someone (accidentally) misgendered them, would they correct them?

He/him. Yes, Finn would correct someone. However, he'd probably be surprised to find he's not all that bothered by it.

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[lostgracestories]

Forgiveness

This is purely self-indulgent of one of my OCs and Morgott. This is absolutely filthy. No seriously.

:D anyways, enjoy

wc: 1.5k tw: 18+, Sexual themes, this is my first time posting a full fic like this

“Thou art forgiven… but I wishest for more…”

These were the last words Morgott heard spill from her lips before they were scuffling with each other in their shared bed. Morgott had hurt his precious lover’s feelings when he had waved her away much earlier, deep in work in his study… he had asked for forgiveness when he made it to bed and was met with scolding until his lover had brought her lips to his then challenged him to convince her to forgive him… and so here they were. Elysia gasped as Morgott’s lips dropped down to her neck, pulling skin into his mouth before letting go and kissing the forming hickey. She felt his body shift as he moved above her, his hands holding her hips ever so gently… He was being slow and tender tonight which wasn’t out of the ordinary, however tonight he was forcing himself not to rush through foreplay, practically worshipping her body like she was the erdtree itself. “My king…” Elysia spoke breathlessly as his hands pulled her night dress ever so gently off of her. She reached up to cup his cheeks as he marvelled over her body like he hungered for it– like he was starving. Elysia let out a shaky breath when Morgott’s hands gently explored her exposed skin, moving up to brush a few rough and calloused fingers over her breast. “Thou art so very breath taking…” Morgott huffed out, taking all he could to restrain himself as he leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily, as if he wished to draw something from her. He removed his mouth with a soft pop and his eyes fell down to her lacey panties… she never wore these… Morgott raised his gaze to Elysia’s face with a slightly cocked brow, silently questioning her clothing as he rested a rough finger under the stretchy and thin band. Elysia shivered when his gazed dropped and held her breath when he looked back at her. She felt choked for a response and yet forced one out through her clouded mind, “I was hoping that my king would lay claim to me tonight…” She looked dazed as she looked upon him, watching his lips curl into a sly grin. “My needy queen…” His voice was a low rumble as he pulled the panties down her legs, no longer caring to take it so slowly “Thou art so eager and here I am… slowly clambering about, where art my manners” He hummed the words in a teasing tone before lowering his face to her thighs, kissing a trail to her cunt before suddenly taking her clit into his mouth. Elysia gasped and tangled her hands into his hair, he had never done this for her, no matter how much she begged of him, he always claimed that a king must have dignity and yet here he was… no doubt in an attempt to draw a reaction from her almost as a punishment for planning this. “H-holy erdtree-” She breathed out as Morgott lapped at her sensitive bud, her legs trembling and threatening to close around his face “M-my king- thou art truly s-spoiling me tonight-” 

Morgott hummed in response, sending vibrations through her sensitive bundle of nerves and drawing a sweet, oh so sweet moan from her lips as the coil in her depths threatened to snap. As he watched her near the edge, he suddenly pulled away and chuckled at the whine he received from the loss of sensation “If thou finds enjoyment in toying with thy king's feelings…” He leaned forward to whisper against her ear “Then thy king shall toy with thy body…” Elysia’s eyes widened at the dirty words slipping past her husband’s lips, something he also refused to do. He was always so afraid to explore with her, afraid he may harm her. Before Elysia could reply she gasped sharply as one of his thick digits forced into her dripping cunt, curling into the sweetest of spots as his mouth explored her neck “D-don’t stop-” She gasped out, trembling. She always marvelled at the mere size of his fingers, sometimes struggling to believe that she ever fit his cock inside of her. Morgott chuckled, breath tickling her neck as it expelled from his nose with the sound, “O’ sweet dove…” he hummed the words in a sultry tone “That is not thy decision to make” before Elysia could protest, he withdrew his finger, earning a frustrated grunt from Elysia who shot him a half hearted glare. She opened her mouth to give him an earful for toying with her and Morgott took advantage to shove two thick digits into her mouth to silence her before suddenly pushing the head of his cock into her cunt, stretching it so beautifully and causing Elysia to throw her head back into the pillow as he withdrew his fingers from her mouth

“B-by the gods!” she cried out, her hands gripping his forearms as he moved closer but dared not to force himself further just yet. He waited for her grip to slightly loosen before he dared to ever so slowly plunge into her, bottoming out with a grunt and deep exhale, his cock twitching inside of her “Thou art impatient…” Morgott mused when Elysia’s hips instinctively rolled into him in search of continuous pleasure. Before allowing her to respond, Morgott pulled his hips back, snatching her lips into his as he snapped back into her with his full length, causing a loud moan to spill out between kisses as he began to keep pace with his hips, eating up every moan that fell off of Elysia’s lips Elysia’s brows furrowed and eyes rolled back as his thrusts became vigorous and steady, pounding his hefty length into her cervix, practically abusing the structure as he continued to swallow every moan she cried out. As if the sensation weren’t enough, the animalistic growls that left his lips made her cunt tighten and pull him in with each thrust. She could feel the coil in her gut tightening oh so sweetly when Morgott’s movements suddenly slowed and the coil began slowly slipping away. She let out a cry of frustration before Morgott suddenly gripped a large clump of her hair in his hand, making her look down at the way her stomach bulged at his size and the way his cock stretched her out past her limits. “Look at thou… swallowing me up so desperately” Morgott’s voice rumbled as the coil in her gut continued to fade “If thou wishest to feel thy release…” he started before pulling her up into his lap by her hair, sitting her over top of him as he sat underneath her “Then beg thy king for mercy” His words were dripping with desperation, as if he desired the sweet sound of her voice, needed it even for his own release. As his hand remained tightly clenched in her hair, he groaned and snapped his hips up into her with each plea, helping to draw her release back out with each thrust. “M-my king!” Elysia gasped between each jolt as his cock drilled up into her “I-I beg of thee! R-relieve me of my high!” she begged, practically crying with desperation to him. As Morgott tensed at her pleas, he felt his own satisfaction drawing out and threatening to spill. He quickly pushed Elysia back down onto her back and mercilessly pounded into her, mind clouded with the sensation as he drew out his own peak. Elysia’s body jumped with the force of each thrust and as the coil in her snapped, she cried out in overstimulation as Morgott forced his knot into her, spilling pools of seed into her womb, his breathing ragged as he snatched her lips in his again. He rode out his high as he rutted into her, the deep grinding drawing extra moans from Elysia as she wrapped her hands in his hair. “M-my king hast been thoroughly forgiven-” she gasped out breathlessly as his rutting slowed and his body relaxed it’s tension, however, his knot remained stuck inside her cunt, still swollen. Morgott brushed his rough hand over her stomach as it bulged just barely with his seed. “Thou art perfect… perhaps handcrafted just for me…” Morgott’s voice was a soft rumble as he lowered himself to cuddle with his beloved, knowing they would need to wait for his knot to relax for him to even consider removing it from her without causing her discomfort. As he lay next to her he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Art thou satisfied, my queen?”

“Perhaps…” Elysia hummed the words out and brought a hand over to stroke down his side as he lay behind her.

“Perhaps? Dost thou need more?” Morgott questioned with a raised brow and was met with a giggle. “O’ good gold heavens, no… I was simply teasing thee, my king-” She gasped when he kissed over a hickey on her neck.

“No?” He hummed at her reaction, a smile tugging at his lips, his sly grin was met with a light smack from his beloved that drew a chuckle from his lips. “I understand, beloved. Rest, so that you may regain your strength by morning…” he whispered softly, marveling as she let out a single sigh before relaxing against him…

Sleep had stolen her away for the night…

[ancientforgcd]

Make March 7th Icons and Bio (just a short one, detailing how Elysia reincarnated as M7.)

Write a whole meta about Ruby and the Void, what nonexistence is and the abilities

also make one about ruby and freedom/liberation

write Flareis' Bio. (The dracontine healer oc with ling-sha fc.) also make icons of her.

send out some more asks and turn some answered ones into threads.

make more ely-sia and HoT icons while im at it

do some worldbuilding and lore posts over on @ancientloredump

make the side-blog for the RPG chick and get it started

add flareis/alduin and m7th to the muse list

brainstorm some new OC ideas

make some shitposts

do replies, clear the inbox bit by bit and send people some stuff

[solxamber]

Hiii cld u write smth about otto apocalypse X afab reader from the hitgame honkai impact 3rd 😛😛 LIKE LORD THERE BARELY ANY FICS ABOUT THIS MAN I WANT HIM SO BAD AKAUDGEHDHJEID

Confession Impossible - Otto Apocalypse x reader

3 Times Otto Apocalypse tries to confess and the 1 time he succeeds

Did not expect my first ask from hi3 to be otto (absolutely expected it to be Mei or Elysia) but i was pretty excited lol. I hope you like it <3

It wasn’t often that Otto Apocalypse found himself out of his depth, but here he was, pacing around the plush living room of Kallen’s apartment like a man who’d lost all sense of control. The usually composed and sly mastermind was currently dealing with an issue far beyond all his machinations and manipulations.

The issue in question? You.

And of course, Kallen was sitting there on the couch, watching him with barely contained amusement. Sakura sat next to her, offering a soft smile, sympathy practically radiating off her.

“This is torture,” Otto muttered, running a hand through his hair. He stopped pacing, staring down at Kallen. “I’ve faced down empires, altered time itself, and yet… this.”

“You’re lovesick,” Kallen said simply, a broad grin spreading across her face.

“Hopelessly,” Sakura added sympathetically, shooting him a look that was all empathy.

Otto shot them both a glare. “You’re supposed to help me.”

“We are helping,” Kallen replied, lounging back and crossing one leg over the other. “This is our version of tough love.”

Otto let out an exasperated sigh. He turned toward the window, peering out at the cityscape below. Somewhere out there, you were living your life, blissfully unaware of his current plight. For all his intelligence, charisma, and centuries of life, you remained an enigma. He could manipulate entire realities, but getting you to understand that he liked you? Impossible.

“You’re overthinking it,” Kallen piped up, and Otto turned back toward her.

“How am I supposed to approach this?” he asked, exasperation clear in his tone. “Every time I drop a hint, she just—she doesn’t get it! How can someone be so… oblivious?”

“Well,” Kallen said, snickering, “maybe your hints are more convoluted than you think.”

Sakura nodded, offering a small smile. “Perhaps she’s simply not expecting a confession from you. You don’t exactly have the… softest reputation.”

Kallen barked a laugh at that. “Yeah, maybe try toning down the scheming vibes next time you try.”

Otto’s lips thinned into a line. “I’m not scheming. I’m…” He trailed off, trying to find the right word. “I’m being subtle.”

Kallen and Sakura exchanged a glance.

“Sure, subtle,” Kallen said with a wink.

Sakura gently patted his shoulder. “Maybe subtle isn’t your best approach, Otto.”

Otto let out a dramatic sigh, throwing his hands up in exasperation. He pointed at Kallen accusingly, voice dipping to whine"The only reason you can sit there and mock me is because you're married to Sakura. If you weren't, you'd be in the same boat as me, suffering like the rest of us!."

Sakura nodded sagely, "Love does make a fool of us all."

Kallen simply grinned, resting her head on Sakura's shoulder. :Perks of being off the market, dear Otto."

He sighed again, feeling defeated. How was it that even when he planned everything out perfectly, you still managed to remain blissfully unaware of his intentions? He supposed that was part of the charm—you didn’t fall for his usual tricks. You were something else entirely.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try again.

The first time Otto tried to confess to you, it was over lunch. You had agreed to meet him at a quaint little café near your apartment, completely unaware that Otto had spent hours agonizing over how to word his feelings in a way you would pick up on. In his mind, this would be simple. He would drop a compliment, you’d catch it, and it would all progress from there. Easy.

“Wow, this place is nice,” you remarked, looking around the café with wide eyes. “Thanks for inviting me, Otto. I needed this break.”

“My pleasure,” he replied smoothly, trying to maintain his composure. His heart was pounding, but outwardly, he remained the picture of calm and collected. “You deserve to unwind.”

You smiled at him, and his heart fluttered. This was it. He could feel it.

“By the way,” Otto began, lowering his voice slightly to make the moment feel more intimate, “have I told you how… radiant you look today?”

You blinked at him, your expression turning quizzical. “Radiant?”

“Yes,” Otto said, trying to keep the conversation flowing smoothly. “Radiant, as in glowing. You have a certain… light about you.”

You tilted your head, eyes narrowing in concentration. “Did they change the lightbulbs in here?”

Otto stared at you for a long second, completely taken off guard. “What?”

“You said I was glowing,” you said, glancing around. “I thought maybe the lighting in here was brighter or something.”

He blinked. “No. No, I meant you were glowing.”

“Oh,” you said, then laughed. “Thanks, Otto, that’s sweet. It must be the highlighter I’m wearing. I tried this new brand. It’s got, like, these shimmer particles, or whatever.” You tapped your cheekbones proudly.

Otto’s internal scream could’ve shattered the entire building. “Yes… of course.”

Otto decided that his next attempt had to be a bit grander. Clearly, subtlety wasn’t your thing, so he aimed for something more… obvious. He planned everything meticulously. He would surprise you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a small note tucked inside, detailing his feelings. It was a tried-and-true method, foolproof.

The execution? Well, not so much.

You had come to visit him at his office, and when you entered, you were immediately met with the sight of Otto standing there, holding an enormous bouquet of roses.

You blinked. “Whoa, that’s… a lot of flowers.”

Otto smiled, confidence radiating from him. “They’re for you.”

Your eyes widened. “For me? But… why?”

It was time. The moment had arrived.

“Because I wanted to show you how much you mean to me,” he said, keeping his tone soft and sincere. “You have this way of brightening my day, and—”

“Wait,” you interrupted, your face suddenly filling with guilt. “Oh no, did I forget my birthday? Is today my birthday?”

Otto nearly choked on air. “No—”

“My God, it’s not my birthday,” you continued, talking more to yourself than him. “Then… Oh no, it’s not *your* birthday, is it? Oh no, did I completely forget—”

“No,” Otto said, more forcefully this time, shaking his head. “It’s not a birthday. I’m trying to—”

“Oh! Is this, like, a holiday thing? I’ve been kind of out of it lately. If this is for some special day, I’ll feel really bad for not getting you anything.”

Otto clenched his teeth, trying his best not to let his exasperation show. “It’s not a holiday, either. I’m trying to confess—”

“Oh! Confess what?” you asked innocently, eyes wide and curious. “Did something go wrong?”

He stared at you, deadpan, as if you’d grown a second head. “Yes,” he finally muttered. “Something has gone terribly wrong.”

After two failed attempts, Otto was determined to make this one work. This time, he wasn’t going to leave anything up to chance. He had planned a grand dinner at a private location—an elegant setup with candles, roses, and the perfect atmosphere for a confession.

The food was meticulously chosen, the wine aged to perfection. Nothing could go wrong.

Except, of course, everything went wrong.

The evening started well enough. You had agreed to meet him at the secret garden, a stunning venue that Otto had carefully prepared. As you arrived, your eyes widened at the sight of the romantic setup.

“Wow,” you breathed, taking in the scene. “This is beautiful, Otto.”

Otto smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. “I’m glad you like it. Tonight is… special.”

You nodded, eyes still sparkling with awe. “Yeah, this definitely looks special. Are we celebrating something? Did you win another crazy battle against fate or something?”

Otto suppressed the urge to sigh. “No. This is not about battles or fate. This is about—”

But before he could finish his sentence, there was a sudden, loud bang followed by a spray of wine. Somehow, the bottle he’d carefully selected and opened just moments ago had exploded, soaking both of you in red wine.

You yelped, wiping the wine from your face, your hair now sticky with the liquid. “Oh my God! Otto, are you okay?”

Otto stood there, drenched, his face a perfect picture of disbelief. “Yes,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m fine.”

You gave him a hesitant smile. “This is… uh, a very memorable evening.”

Otto stared at you, feeling the last remnants of his carefully planned evening slipping through his fingers. “That’s one way to put it.”

The night was officially a disaster, and despite his best efforts to recover, Otto’s attempt at confessing was once again derailed. By the time dessert arrived, you were too busy trying to wring out your dress to notice Otto’s barely concealed frustration.

By now, Otto was at the end of his rope. Subtlety didn’t work, elaborate gestures were a failure, and fate seemed to enjoy playing cruel tricks on him. So, he resolved to take the simplest, most straightforward route. No more games. No more grand plans.

He would just tell you.

You met Otto in the garden again, though this time the atmosphere was much more relaxed. No grand dinners, no candles—just a quiet, serene walk beneath the stars. Otto glanced at you, steeling himself for what was about to come.

You were chatting casually, oblivious to the tension building inside him. Finally, Otto stopped in his tracks, turning to face you. His eyes were intense, his usual calm demeanor replaced by something more desperate.

“Listen,” Otto began, his voice a bit more strained than usual. “I can’t keep doing this.”

You blinked at him, tilting your head. “Doing what?”

“This!” He gestured vaguely, frustration leaking into his tone. “I’ve tried everything. I’ve complimented you, I’ve given you flowers, I’ve set up dinners… and yet, you still don’t understand.”

You stared at him, completely confused. “Understand what?”

Otto took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. “I like you. No—I love you. Romantically. I’ve been trying to tell you for what feels like forever, but you never seem to get it.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Wait… you… love me?”

“Yes,” Otto said, exasperated. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you! How could you not have noticed?”

“I thought…” you trailed off, looking flustered. “I thought you were just being nice. Or maybe playing one of your weird games.”

Otto groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why would I go through all this trouble if I didn’t have feelings for you?”

You stood there in stunned silence for a moment, processing his words. Then, suddenly, you smiled—bright and genuine. “Wow. I didn’t expect this.”

Otto stared at you, completely dumbfounded. “You didn’t expect this?”

“Nope,” you said with a chuckle. “But… I guess I should’ve known. I mean, now that I think about it, you have been acting kind of weird.”

Otto threw his hands up in the air. “Exactly!”

You giggled softly, stepping closer to him. “I’m sorry, Otto. I didn’t realize. But… for what it’s worth, I like you too.”

Otto’s breath caught in his throat. “You do?”

You nodded, smiling warmly. “Yeah. I just… never thought you’d be interested in me like that.”

Otto stared at you for a long moment, his heart pounding in his chest. Without thinking, he pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your hair.

“I’ve been interested in you for a long time,” he whispered, his voice softer now. “I’m just glad you finally got the message.”

You hugged him back, resting your head against his chest. “Sorry it took me so long.”

Otto smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Better late than never.”

For once, everything felt right. No more schemes, no more plans—just you and him, standing together beneath the stars.

Kallen was going to laugh at him for weeks, but in this moment, Otto didn’t care. You were in his arms, and that was all that mattered.

Now, if only he could figure out how to plan your first date without accidentally making it look like another elaborate plot.

Maybe Kallen had a point. He really did need to work on his approach.

Masterlist

[aevitium]

✧ ˖  @chrysalidembers asked:

“ Miss Elysia! ” Is the near chirp for her attention, the fledgling she knows as Firefly seated a few paces away with crutches leant orderly beside her. Fingers flutter in a wave, a little beckon for her company. “ It's a pleasure to see you again. I hadn't expected to find you here. ” Elysia has always been beautiful, Firefly is yet to discern a side to her that is anything but. Each petal that unfurls as pretty as the last. An unshakeable truth it proves itself to be now, with Elysia fitted in fuchsia and crowned in blossoms. Charmed she is, by the visage of a lovely girl. Envy is an emotion too acrid to go alongside admiration that is stoked in her chest, but there is something slightly just shy of self-conscious beating it's wings as she thinks of what Elysia sees in turn. It is not that she thinks herself ugly or underdressed, it is simply the qipao she donned was one with a fur lined collar and fabric snug against her skin, cosy if she were to pick one word. Whilst not scarce of detail, she would not quite consider it ornate. Simple, as that was the extent of her desire, to be something simple and a figure so normal she is forgettable to a passer-by's memory. “ You look beautiful. ” An easy compliment to give as it is an honest one as lips soften to a smile. Fingers twiddle with the unlit incense stick, pad of her thumb feeling out the groves. “ From where I come from...we did not partake in traditions like this. Honouring the deceased. ” Not for their weapons, she means but she does not say, not for their children born to die. “ There was a...girl I knew once. ” AR-214. “ I think you'd have gotten along well. She was a little shorter than I am...but otherwise we looked close enough to be twins. ” Clones. “ Always wore her hair in twin tails...just a bit below her shoulders. Her favourite colour was red, I think, the pins, hair ties and glasses she wore were the same shade. ” For all the choice she was denied in life, Firefly would not let her individuality to be lost to death. “ You remind me of her. Both of you are...easy to talk to. It always felt like she was...in love with life. Or she was skilled at finding the love in life. Can you...recall that ribbon I wore when we were in Penacony? When I first tried it on she was there with this...recording device and captured the entire thing. I was flustered at the time but...now I think I understand why she did that a little more. ” Eyes had been kept the sky, to the endless expanse above that her mind can so easily fill with severed silver, now flick back to rest on ego. “ I want to light this one for her. If it wouldn't be any hassle...would you mind joining me as I do? ” / BURNING INCENSE

"Oh, hello there~"

There is something to the shift in Elysia's expression-- how her smile does not change or widen, but rather how her eyes soften and her chin inclines just so-- that says she is happy to see the girl again. She waits not for an invitation before sweeping to perch beside her, silver bells like distant laughter in her throat.

"You should see a mirror," she replies in turn, honey-sweet, as natural as beads of dew on watercolor petals. And she's right, simplicity suits the gentle likes of the other, leaves room for the warmth in her eyes to shine through. Eyes flit to where lithe fingers worry the stick of incense between them, then back to Firefly's sweet face with only the barest flicker of how deeply she understands.

"I'm sure it would mean a lot to her, being remembered as she is by you."

Gently, Ego reaches for a stick of her own.

"And I'm sure she was as lovely as you are, if your words are any indication. It's no hassle at all."

Her opposite hand moves for a match, strikes it, and extends the flame for Firefly to light her own upon. Only once she has, once fire has become curling, silver smoke, does she bring it to light her own.

"Mourning is important, remembering is important. It's only because we remember that we can go forward, after all. And everyone deserves someone to remember them like you remember her."

The match's light dies and Elysia hums, holding the incense up towards the sky. Eyes follow where it wanders, where smoke trails and dances until it peters-out into nothing.

"The people we remember, they're why we should have hope. They would want us to, after all."

When she looks again to Firefly, she is still smiling.

"Thank you for telling me about her, now I can remember her too!"

[kathlare]

fault lines

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: During a family dinner in New York, Amelie’s brief respite from her demanding career is disrupted by an unexpected revelation.

Wordcount: 1.1 k

Warnings: just fluff

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May 8th, 2023 - New York City, NY

The warm hum of conversation filled the small, upscale restaurant tucked in the heart of New York City. Amelie sat between her brother Callum and her father, Elias, the gentle buzz of her family’s chatter offering a temporary reprieve from the overwhelming pressure of her tour. The past few months had been a whirlwind of sold-out shows, sleepless nights, and long flights, but tonight was a rare moment of respite. Her parents, siblings, and Checo had flown in from Miami, fresh off the Grand Prix, to watch her perform live.

The dinner was supposed to be relaxed, a celebration of family and Amelie’s success, but she couldn’t shake the unease that had been sitting in her chest all day. Perhaps it was exhaustion or the growing distance between her and Rodrigo, who was still in Spain training for the upcoming season.

Her mother’s hand on hers brought her out of her thoughts.

—You’ve been quiet tonight, mi amor,— Victoria said, her eyes warm and full of concern. —Is everything okay?—

Amelie gave her a small smile, forcing herself to push the worries aside. —Just tired, Mamá. Touring’s catching up to me.—

Her father nodded knowingly. —You’ve been working too hard. But at least now you’ve got us here. We’re not leaving until we’ve embarrassed you by crying in the front row.—

—Papá,— she groaned, though her lips curled into a genuine smile this time.

Checo, sitting across from her with Stella by his side, chimed in. —I’m just here to tell everyone backstage that I’m your favorite brother-in-law. Gotta keep my title.—

—You’re my only brother-in-law,— Amelie shot back playfully, though the warmth in her tone made everyone chuckle.

As plates of food were set down in front of them, Jack leaned back in his chair with a smug grin. "Speaking of titles, I think I’m officially the worst golfer in the family now."

—What?— Elysia said, narrowing her eyes at her twin. —Since when are you even considered a golfer?—

—Since last week,— Jack replied, his grin growing wider. —Got invited to play in Miami with Dad, Zak Brown, and some other guys. It was a disaster.—

Amelie’s head snapped up at the mention of McLaren, her chest tightening instinctively. —Wait, Zak Brown? As in… McLaren’s Zak Brown?—

Jack nodded, smirking as he reached for his drink. —The one and only. Don’t get too excited, though. He wasn’t there to see me. It was all Dad’s thing. Apparently, they’re buddies now.—

Elias chuckled, clearly amused by the memory. —He’s a good guy. Knows his stuff about motorsports, that’s for sure. Though I’m pretty sure he was regretting inviting me after the third hole. My swing’s gone to hell.—

—Hold up,— Amelie interrupted, her brows furrowing. —What exactly were you doing playing golf with Zak Brown?—

—Oh, it was just a casual thing,— Elias said, waving a hand dismissively. —Some McLaren sponsors were there too. I didn’t want to go, but Zak insisted.—

—Yeah, it was casual until he showed up,— Jack cut in, leaning forward with a mischievous grin. —Your boy Lando. You should’ve seen it, Amelie. It was like watching a soap opera. Dad looked like he wanted to throttle him.—

The air around the table shifted immediately. The lighthearted atmosphere that had filled the room moments earlier evaporated as quickly as it had come, replaced by a palpable tension. Amelie’s heart dropped at the mention of his name, her fork freezing midway to her mouth.

—Lando?— she asked, her voice tighter than she intended.

Elias’ jaw clenched ever so slightly, his expression darkening. —He happened to be there, unfortunately. I wasn’t particularly thrilled about it.—

Checo exchanged a glance with Stella, his lips pressing into a thin line as he silently reached for his glass of water. He knew better than to say anything yet.

Jack, oblivious to the growing discomfort, leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying himself. —Not thrilled? That’s putting it lightly. Dad practically gave the guy a death stare the entire day. If looks could kill, I don’t think he’d have made it past the ninth hole.—

—Jack,— Stella hissed, giving him a warning glare.

But Amelie wasn’t looking at Jack anymore. Her focus had shifted entirely to her father. —What happened?— she asked, her voice steady despite the storm swirling inside her.

Elias sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over his face. —It’s nothing, princesa. Just an unpleasant surprise seeing him there, that’s all. I might’ve said a few things to let him know he wasn’t welcome.—

Amelie’s stomach churned. She didn’t need details to fill in the blanks. Elias was fiercely protective of her—always had been—and she could only imagine what kind of indirect jabs he’d thrown at Lando. The thought made her chest tighten uncomfortably.

—A few things?— Jack snorted. —Dad basically told him to stay the hell away from you. Oh, and then he threw in something about him breaking your heart. You should’ve seen Lando’s face. I almost felt bad for the guy.—

—Jack!— Victoria snapped, her tone sharp. —That’s enough.—

But Amelie barely heard her. Her mind was spinning, the room suddenly feeling too warm. She dropped her fork onto her plate with a clatter, pushing it away as she leaned back in her chair.

—Amor,— her mother said softly, her hand reaching for hers again. —Don’t let this upset you. Your father was just being protective.—

—Protective?— Amelie repeated, her voice rising slightly. —Papá, what were you even thinking? I told you months ago that Lando and I were done. We’re nothing to each other anymore.—

Elias frowned, his expression softening as he looked at her. —You may think that, but I know better. I know how much he hurt you, Amelie. And if you think I’m going to stand by and pretend everything’s fine when I see him acting like nothing happened, you’re wrong. He doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near you.—

Amelie closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She didn’t want to have this conversation here—not in front of her entire family, not in the middle of a crowded restaurant. But the damage was already done.

—What exactly did you say to him?— she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Elias hesitated, glancing at Stella, who gave him a subtle shake of her head as if to warn him against saying too much. But Jack, of course, had no such reservations.

—Oh, you know, the usual dad stuff,— Jack said, smirking. —“Stay away from my daughter,” “You broke her heart,” “You’ll never be good enough for her,” blah, blah, blah.—

—Jack, for God’s sake!— Stella snapped, clearly fed up with his antics.

But Amelie didn’t react to Jack’s teasing. Her eyes were fixed on her father, searching his face for any hint of regret or remorse. She didn’t find any.

—You had no right,— she said finally, her voice trembling with barely contained frustration. —Papá, this is my life. My past. Not yours. You can’t just... just insert yourself into it like that.—

—Amelie,— Elias began, but she cut him off.

—No. You don’t get to do this. Not anymore.— She pushed her chair back, the sound grating against the floor as she stood. —Excuse me.—

She didn’t wait for anyone to respond. Grabbing her bag, she turned and walked briskly toward the exit, ignoring the concerned voices calling after her.

As the door swung shut behind her, the cool evening air hit her like a slap to the face. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside her, but it was no use. The weight of everything—her father’s overprotectiveness, Lando’s lingering presence in her life, the distance growing between her and Rodrigo—was suffocating.

She leaned against the side of the building, closing her eyes and letting the noise of the city wash over her. But even then, she couldn’t escape it. The memories. The what-ifs. The lingering ache of a love she’d tried so hard to forget.

And the worst part? A small, stubborn part of her knew her father wasn’t entirely wrong.