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Ascendance of a Bookworm, Part 1 by Miya Kazuki. Illustrated by Suzuka. Traslated by Quof.

Series: Ascendance of a Bookworm, #1 Read time: <1 Day Rating: 4/5

The quote: There once was a woman named Urano Motosu who loved books. History, psychology, religion, geology, folklore, mathematics, biology, art, language, fiction. From the bottom of her heart, she loved these books that were packed with all the knowledge of mankind. She found no greater joy than living a life surrounded by books. But in a stroke of irony, she was crushed to death by books. — Urano Motosu/ Myne

I've never read a book that felt like it was so targeted at a specific demographic. In this case booklovers, the sort of booklovers that are never without a book. But what is appealing about it is that the main character is 5, she's 5... with blue hair... and her eyes are just big in the anime tradition. Though before she died the main character Myne, was a 20 something Japanese woman called Urano Motosu. The setting in medieval and the writing is unlike any modern that I recognise. But essentially in her reincarnated form, she could be any of us... stuck in a terrifying hellscape without any books.

This is just really cute. The idea of being crushed to death by books is highly amusing to me. It plays on the idea of the stranger in a strange land but without it being quite that simple. We see the whole world through Myne's eyes we don't know any better than her. I like the mystery. Myne carries both her memories as the young adult Urano Motosu and the 5-year-old Myne. But at 5 Myne's memories don't help much with anything other than who is who. I like that people are noticing the changes in her behaviour and mannerisms. Her faux pars are logical too. Feeling like they are what a modern woman would do. As I said it's cute. Suzuka's art compliments the writing well. Making the world feel medieval, different and so big to the eyes of the reader.

I think you would get the most out of this if you are a lover of all things book and reading but that doesn't mean you need to be to enjoy it.

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mauvecherie-writes · 7 months

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Bathe Me In Your Warmth.

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Black Reader

summary: Comfort after Singapore GP in Japan.

themes/warning: none, angsty, comfort fluff.

notes: SAME PAIRING FROM MERITORIOUS. It’s a bit rambly but I hope it makes sense. The ending is a bit ambiguous but I feel like right now that’s needed as we head into the final day of Sazuka weekend. Preferably read before the race 🫶🏾

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You absolutely hated it when Lewis drove himself to exhaustion.

The physical toll always wore on his body drastically. Sunken cheeks which made his sharp features more protruding. His shoulders sagged more with the weight of the aftermath. His beautiful, golden brown skin had now gone a tinge of grey.

And worst of all, the sparkle in his eyes was gone. You could see it from where you had been standing and it absolutely killed you that he even had to push himself to that point.

But he fucking got the podium.

It’s not the win he had wanted because he definitely knew had he not been made to give Norris back his position by the stewards, he would have been on the top step. You think that’s what is most disappointing about the weekend.

Everyone knew that he had it.

And yet, still nothing.

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You had left for Japan earlier than him thus by the time he had arrived at the hotel, you were already there waiting for him and his trusted companion, Roscoe and seeing the both of you there brought a genuine smile onto his face for the first time in hours.

Roscoe was already in his set-up bed , lightly dozing up. He quirked up when Lewis softly scratched behind his ears but Roscoe kept his head low, too tired from the travelling. Then he stood up to his full height and turned his attention to you. He still looked exhausted but the happiness was slowly returning to his eyes.

“Hi Baby.” You softly greeted him as he wrapped his arms around your waist and your hands settled on his cheeks. You caressed his cheekbones which caused his eyes to flutter close. He softly sighed as you placed a soft kiss on either side of his face and then all the way down his jawline, ignoring the way his beard tickled your lips.

You finally laid your lips onto his. Your breath rushed out from your lungs as he kissed you back. Lewis always kissed you like he wanted to consume your entire being. One small kiss could never be enough, he always needed more, especially on a day like today.

Lewis pulled you into him, gripping you tighter as if he was afraid that you could vanish at any moment. You could feel the need coursing through his veins from his touch, from his kisses. It always felt like the first time and you would never get tired of that.

Your fingers caressed his face as he slowed down the kiss, letting your touch reassure him that you’re here, that you’ll always be here.

You pulled your lips away and pressed your forehead against his. Your breaths mingled as your hands came to his ears and softly rubbed on the outer shell, a move that always seemed to soothe him.

“One to ten?” You softly asked him which caused a chuckle to escape from him.

“A hundred now that I have you in my arms.” You giggled at his answer.

“Ever the flatterer.” You pecked his lips once more before you took his hand into his and began pulling him towards the bathroom.

“I took a shower at the track and then one on the plane on my way here.” Lewis groaned as he trotted along behind you.

“And I love that for you but you’re not getting into bed with me after you’ve been in a compressed can with recycled air and recycled water to wash your body. Just a quick one, you don’t need to scrub yourself down.” You placed a kiss on his chin as you handed him the body wash he regularly used along with his exfoliating sponge.

He rolled his eyes as he watched you walk out of the bathroom and close the door behind him. You knew that he was going to be incredibly quick so you hoped that his food was still warm enough for him to eat despite the fact he’d probably deny eating so late at night.

You dropped your gown and fixed your pyjamas back into place as you got his food ready for him. As you heard the shower turned off, you got on the bed leaning on your knees as you waited. Lewis walked out wearing his grey sweatpants and a white vest top. He had tied his twists into a low ponytail.

“Did you moisturise?” You asked him. He rolled his eyes with a smile.

“Yes and before you ask I’ve done my whole routine.” He answered as he walked closer to you. You wrapped your arms around his torso and rested your chin on his chest as you looked up at him.

“Are you going to eat something?” You goad him which causes him to groan. You knew that he wanted to say no but with the way that you were looking at him with slightly pleading eyes.

He sighed as his hands came to your shoulders. “What did you get for me?”

You instantly grinned as you began to rattle off everything that you had ordered for him. You had probably suspected he hadn’t eaten anything in hours but you just had to feed him before bed. Despite his reluctance, Lewis accepted the red lentil curry that you fed him.

The naan bread was so still warm from being freshly baked and when infused with the flavours of the curry, they just burst on his tongue and it pleased him which made you happy. You always tried to keep his eating in check even when he had moments of not wanting to. He only took a few bites but it was just enough to satisfy the both of you.

After a fruit bowl, you laid on the bed with Lewis in between your legs and you stroked his head as you felt his breathing slow down. His head was perfectly settled in between your chest as you played with his hair in silence, only loft music sounding in the background.

Bathed and fed, laying in your arms - Lewis was feeling content. Even though the previous race was still plaguing his mind, it was slowly fading into the background. By now you’d usually ask about his thoughts and feelings about the race weekend but tonight, none of that happened.

“You’re not gonna ask me about my weekend?” He questioned.

“No.” You mumbled as you continued to play with his hair. “I think you’ve said everything that you needed to say. Me asking you anything else wouldn’t really help you distress especially when it’s the same issues you’ve been having for over a season and a half.”

“That is true.” He mumbled into the fabric of your sleeping shirt. He sighed before letting his body weight sink into yours. He appreciated the fact that you just knew how to deal with him when he needed it.

“What we can talk about is this hair. Why did you let Willow play with it like that?!” You exclaimed which caused him to laugh, the laugh vibrating through you.

“It wasn’t Willow. But you weren’t there and I needed my hair redone.”

“Then you should have waited for me. I cannot believe you’re out here embarrassing me like this. Now the girlies are going to think I allowed this.”

“The girlies?”

“Yes, the girlies! You’re not online like I am. They’ve been complaining about your hair all weekend. About how bad it is and as your black girlfriend, it reflects badly on me that I even let you step out of the house, let alone going in public to a track like this.”

“I feel like this is becoming a bigger issue than it needs to be.” Lewis chuckled but you playfully flicked the side of his head.

“It IS a big issue and I need you to be serious right now!”

“I am!” He chuckled.

“No you’re not. Your hair is such an integral part of you and I cannot have you letting someone butcher your hair like this. Brassy blonde with rubber bands - just terrible.”

“Okay! Okay!”’Lewis laughed as he laid his chin on your stomach. “I’ll never let anyone touch my hair without your approval.”

“Thank you.” You smiled. You still continued to cuddle him until you could feel his heavy breathing as sleep began to take over him. He slept the best when he was in your arms and having your comfort was all that he needed in that moment. He didn’t need to dwell on the results of the Singapore race, there was so much more to look forward to.

You brought that optimism out of him.

“Whatever happens, I need you to understand that it doesn’t take away from all the accomplishments you’ve achieved up to this point. Don’t let them get to you.”

He didn’t reply straight away as he pondered on your words. His thumb caressed the side of your stomach. “What if the words do get to me? What if I am losing my touch?”

You sat up straight which pushed him to follow your lead. You cupped his face into his hands and looked straight into his eyes.

“Now you listen to me Carl Davidson. You’re not losing anything. The regulations were changed and for once Mercedes and their engineers failed to understand and fully grasp the concept. That is not on you! No matter how many times people will try to lay that burden at your feet. You told them what they needed to do and they didn’t do it. That absolutely has nothing to do with you so for your sake, stop putting that mental load onto yourself.”

He knew what you were saying was correct but for some reason he couldn’t shake the feeling away. He was a world champion, he had done this plenty of times but the frustration of not winning was getting to him in a way that it shouldn’t but couldn’t stop.

“You’re right.” He mumbled.

“You know I’m right.” You quirked. “But I can’t think that for you, you have to come to that conclusion on your own.”

“I know” He sighed before he buried his head in your chest and cuddled into you more. With him still laying down on you, you wrapped your arms and legs around him and placed chaste kisses on the side of his head.

“We’ll figure it out. We always do.” You whispered.

“Right now, I don’t think we will …”

“As long as you don’t lose yourself trying to.” You kissed the side of his forehead once again before hugging him tighter. Nothing was truly going to get him out of his funk but your warmth encapsulated him just enough to forget about his worries.

Even just for the moment.

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