Love Quote #8 🥀

🥀 Adelola One Shot

This is ENTIRELY on Adelola and Constantine’s relationship.

TW: the TENSION.

Tag list: @jezifster @onthetipofmyquill @written-in-gold

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Loud cheers and laughter filled the ballroom, guests danced around, moving to the music the orchestra played as they drank and partied. It was Adelola’s 20th birthday, her coming of age ceremony. And she was not in the mood to party.

The last past days were filled with council meetings, war plans, and the constant stress of planning a funeral. On top of all of this, her brother wasn’t around, healing in the royal infirmary and he may not be up to help finish the worked they’ve started.

Once again, it falls on her to save everyone.

Drums sounded and horn trumpets blared as the crowd sang their praises, congratulating her on another year of life and finally becoming a woman. Well, she guessed there was something good to come out of all of this. She hummed, lightly tapping the arm rest of the woven throne she sat one.

She can finally complete the last part of her plan. Now if she could only find where Necros was…

Another trumpet blared, making her wince. She should get out of here first, plus it wasn’t like she needed to be here right now. No, she wasn’t needed for what, a good half an hour? Adelola stood up, making her way out of the ballroom.

She sneaked through the hallways, making sure not to trip over her dress as she waved to the staff. Tired, she was so tired. She finally found an empty room and went inside, locking the door behind her. Now, she can finally rest-

“Princess?”

Adelola flinched, gasping lightly as she turned around. She allowed her vision to get used to the dark, slowly picking out the surroundings.

A bedroom?

“Lola, aren’t you supposed to be back at the party?”

Adelola turned to the source of the voice to see red eyes staring back at her. Ah, there he is. “Constantine. I wasn’t expecting you to be in here. Weren’t you supposed to be with the other guards?”

Constantine stayed silently for a while, trying to think up an excuse to say. “I was…resting.” He knew that was a lie, he was actually waiting for someone to help finish the rest of his plans. A way to bring in the war, and kill off the princess. Who was standing right in front of him with no guards whatsoever.

“You were resting?” Adelola cocked a hip out to the side, folding her arms as she smiled softly. He knew that she knew he was lying. “Well, Connie. If you don’t mind me resting with you. That would be wonderful.”

Constantine huffed out a laugh and turned around to go sit on one of the love seats but stopped, a flash of gold passing his vision. He turned around, only to see Adelola making her way over to the bed. The dim light of the moon illuminating her figure and her dress.

Oh mercy, the dress. The way it seemingly melted on her skin, as if it were a second of skin. Just waiting to be torn off. Did her body always look so tempting? Constantine shook his head, his jaw clenching. No, he can’t think of her like that. It was probably because he was tired, and it was her 20th birthday. Everyone’s probably seeing her as tempting right now.

But the more he studied her the more he couldn’t help himself. Did she get her hair straightened for the occasion? The way it fell down her shoulders like silky golden waves made him want to touch it. To run his hands through each strands. He clenched his hand and his eye twitches, no no no. Constantine is a patient honorable man, a gentleman.

He took deep breath to calm himself, to restrain himself from grabbing her. I’m gentleman, he told himself. I’m simply tired.

“Connie, you’re bleeding.”

He snapped out of his trance and looked down to see Adelola standing there cradling his balled up fist. The warm feeling of liquid made him look at his hand to see blood pooling out. “Oh.”

Adelola stared up at him with worry in her eyes and sighed, “come.” He went to protest, saying he was fine but was met with a glare. “Come.” She yanked him forward a bit and dragged him over to the bed. “Sit.”

Constantine did so silently, watching as she went around the bed to get what seemed to be a first aid kit. “I was examining the room” Adelola spoke up, fidgeting to get the kit open as she walked over to him, “Turns it was an old maid’s room.”

She knelt in front of him and placed the opened kit next to her. “Looks like they keep the kits inside the old rooms as well.” She hummed, gently taking his hand and opening it. Silence fell over the two as Adelola worked, carefully bandaging the wound.

Constantine continued to watch, watching the way she would fidget around. Red eyes seemed to glow dimly as they watch a figure made of gold work silently.

“Princess…”

“Hm?”

“Do I make you nervous?” Constantine asked, watching as Adelola placed the supplies back into the kit. The princess scoffed, locking up the kit and placing it underneath the bed. “Of course not Connie.” She busied herself with making sure she still looked presentable.

Constantine glanced away from her, eyes flickering over to the locked door before going back to her. He licked his lips and smiled softly, “Look at me, Lola. And tell me that.” But she never looked up, she fiddled with the tight fabric of her dress. “I don’t see why I should do that, it’s quite a ridiculous question as to why would ask me that-”

“Look at me.” Constantine said once more, lifting her head so she could look at him. “Do I make you nervous Lola.”

“No. But do I make you nervous Connie?” Adelola titled her head, widening her eyes to look a little more innocent. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you were watching me.” A small smirk formed, “How long have you been looking at me like that?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh yes you do,” Adelola chuckled, getting up from her knees and pushing his hand away from her face. She placed a leg between his legs and pushed him down. “How long, Mr. Constantine? Has been from last year’s ball?”

She smiled when Constantine tensed up, jaw clenching up once again. His eye twitched, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He growled lowly, averting his gaze to look anywhere but at her.

“You’re reaction says differently, Mr. Constantine.” Adelola lowered until their faces were mere inches apart. Constantine breath hitch, his throat drying up as he tried to find something. Anything to say. “I-”

“Your majesty? Are you in here”

Adelola sneered and looked over to the door. “Yes?” She called out, getting up off of him.

“You’re needed in 20 minutes, I suggest we go and get changed for the 3rd event.” The maid called out patiently, waiting for Adelola to come out.

The young princess brushed herself off, glancing over to Constantine and flashing a smile before making her way over to the door, leaving Constantine by himself.

Constantine stayed on the bed, a little dazed by what happened. But the only thing on his fuzzy mind was her.

Crap.

🍈🍌? Happy STS!

Happy STS!

The oc that most like me is Romania Rose. She is quite literally the self insert of me into the universe. And sort of takes the place of me there. So whenever she interacts with other characters, it would kind of be like me interacting with them.

And the story I would love to be in would have to be Adelola! Despite the fact that there is a war, I would really like to simply enjoy life you know? And imagine being a staff member in the palace! Your life wouldn’t be boring at all with the Mengeshas!

🌾 what's something an OC needs to learn?

🥀 Aurora. She needs to learn not to trust just anybody, no matter how kind or beautiful they are. Or else you will get into a horrible situation where the consequences are absolutely detrimental.

🥀Love Quote #6

“I’ll make you cry out for mother mercy so hard tonight, you’ll forget who you even are. Princess.” Constantine to Adelola

Some Writing Asks for STS

🍇 when did you come up with your WIP? Has it changed significantly since then?

🍈 which oc is most like you? Why?

🍉 how do you handle criticism?

🍊 what is a compliment/praise you've received?

🍋 is there a character that is a fan favorite among people who know your writing? Who is it?

🍌 if you could live in one of your stories, which would it be and why?

🍍 do you enjoy writing villains?

🥭 what are your favorite tropes to write?

🍎 which character have you put through way too much?

🍐 what genre(s) do you not write? Why?

🍑 what kind of fanfiction do you think people would write about your work? Would you read it?

🍒 what is another writblr that has an awesome story that you'd like to boost?

🫐 what's a song that has inspired a recent scene? What was the scene?

🥀Love Quote #4

“Either you fight with me, or fight against me. It doesn’t matter to me. As long as I get to kiss you senseless afterwards against my bedroom walls.” ~ Gemini to Sabine

🥀 Love Quote #1

“You…you’re like sugar. So sweet, so tasty yet unhealthy. You’re so unhealthy yet I can’t get the smell, the taste of you out of my mouth. It’s addictive” ~ Osamu to Cherry

Ask me anything 😌

Weird Questions for Writers (because writers are weird)

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

31. Write a short love letter to your readers.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice...what do you Know?

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

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Love Quote #17

“Dying by your hands is the greatest honor a criminal like me could ever ask for my sun. And if you must, do it slowly so I may look at you one last time.” ~ Constantine to Adelola