I just wanted to let you know that I’ve set most of my older fanfics to private.
They were written during different phases of my life, and while I still respect the work I did back then (2018 to early 2025), they no longer reflect who I am today. I’m simply trying to keep things clean and aligned with who I am .
Thank you to everyone who supported me or enjoyed my stories, I’m truly grateful and wish you all the best 🖤
Rome's devotion is really good!! Pls don't ever give up !! I get so excited and check for updates frequently and constantly reread the series !! 😭🙏🏻 Your work is really good, pls don't ever think it isn't good enough because it's amazing !! ❤️❤️
Thank you so much! I'm gonna do my best not to give up! I'm glad you like this story so much. The next part will be posted tomorrow at the end of the day (Paris time). ❤️
Hiya! I saw your post on shortening Rome’s Devotion. I understand it must be discouraging when ppl don’t interact but please for the love of God don’t stop it!!! I absolutely love the story and look up new chapters multiple times everyday. I don’t interact a lot but I feel like there are other ppl like that as well just bc we’re a bit shy 🙈 the fanfic is an absolute treasure and it’d be a shame if it was discontinued 🫂❤️
Hi! Thank you so much for this, it warms my heart! Don't be shy, even if I get it, since I'm shy too. But I don't bite, I promise ❤️
I hope you will like the next parts and I'll do my best 💞
Btw, my private messages are always open to talk if you don't feel comfortable enough to do it in public.
The problem is never the writer, but the readers. The only writer who was the problem was Nabokov, and those who read and romanticized Lolita, but that's another story.
Smile, darling.
I'm not fond of my nose, but I said that because... Look at the character's nose, come on, the poor guy 😂😂
I've never read Nabokov, but I thought the purpose of Lolita was to denounce you know what and then, his publisher betrayed him 🤯 (and his readers were disgusting af)
I feel like I should shorten Rome’s Devotion. I’m not even halfway through the story (around 35-40%, maybe less), but I’m losing more and more readers as the chapters go on, which is normal, I guess. However, I feel like the story isn’t that appealing
Maybe it’s the choice of writing in the first person for the reader? (I'm used to this, that's how I write my novels). The fact that the reader is Christian? Maybe both?
I’ve been thinking a lot about what I should do. It’s always more complicated to continue a series when facing these kinds of doubts.
You can reply here, in private or even anonymously if you're too shy, something like that! Let me know what you think ❤️
I promise I'll try not to write such long comments, but for me Rome's Devotion is like finding a diamond in the middle of a mountain of coal.
The new chapter made me feel like a child reading Cinderella, the Christian Cinderella of Rome✨😅
Omfg but write those long comments! I love them! It keeps me motivated. With them, I'm always so eager to write new parts. And thank you so much, you're so adorable 🥺🥰
Just read the new chapter and omg I love it so much , can't wait to see more of vulnerable Caracalla with reader hehe . Hoping it's a polygamous relationship with both Caracalla and geta with reader hehe🤭🤭🤭
Oh, so cute! Thank youuu! ❤️
I also love Caracalla's vulnerability. It's adorable and so sad at the same time, and it shows just how complex his personality, his psychology, is. Otherwise, I think yes, the relationship will be polygamous because I'm unable to choose between the two emperors. I think a lot of readers are also in this situation and would be disappointed if reader chose one of them. However, this will make her feel even more guilty, since it's forbidden in Christianity. Interestingly, polygamy was also forbidden by the Romans at the time, along with their religious practices. Let's say, it's going to be complicated for the trio 🤭
Loving the gladiator fic!! I can't wait to see more it has me on my toes with excitement 🤭❤️
Aww, thank you so much! It's really cute and it means a lot to me, since I'm a little insecure some days. Anyway, I hope you will enjoy the next parts ❤️
Great plot, especially about the religious fact. I have a question: What caught the emperors' attention was some physical characteristic like looks, breasts or something like that? Any attitude? I always like to know about the first contact and how the attraction began rather than just starting from scratch.You write perfectly, please continue.
You'll know quite soon, I'm actually writing the second part 😉
And thank you so much, your message and you comment mean a lot to me 💞
Bonjour à toi ! 😆Toi aussi tu es français(e) ça fait du bien de voir d'autres français ici 🤩. Je suis passé ici pour dire bonjour et que je lu une de tes fics sur Leon Kennedy 🤭, juste génial 👌
Coucou ! Merci beaucoup, c'est adorable 🥰
C'est vrai qu'on est pas beaucoup de Françaises par ici, mais ça fait toujours plaisir d'en voir dans le coin 👌
Sinon, je suis contente de savoir que mon travail te plaît (comment résister à Leon aussi ? 😂)
Summary: Since the fall, the readers been struggling with her mental health and, given the state of the world, there's not a lot of resources for them. But they didn't have Joel when it first fell, now they do.
Warnings: Mental health struggles, sadness, angst but happyish ending.
Word Count: 1.2k
A/n: There was a need for this character apparently so I decided to take it upon myself and write it for the lovely @causeimhappinesss!
On days like these, the world just seems bleaker than other days.
Its the feeling of water in my lungs when I first wake up, a gasping, clearing my throat, uncomfortable feeling that sits in the front of my mind- clear your throat one more time, y/n, it'll go away. But it never does. Instead it gets worse, travels from your heart to your lungs, your life devoted muscle pumping suddenly at the speed of life and banging against your ribs.
Between the drowning feeling and the motorboat running rampant in my chest, it's like a can't breathe, can't afford to get out of bed because it'll just get worse with every step away from my bed that I take.
I know that Joel will be coming soon, picking me up so we can go on runs for the low life's of the city, trading worthless things for things that could eventually help us get to Tommy, to get to safety. But the thought of seeing him makes me want to cry and the thought of having to put a brave face on and fake being completely and utterly miserable and anxious- it makes me more miserable and more anxious.
The knock on my door has me rolling away from it, deciding to face the window instead so the first thing Joel sees aren't the dark bags beneath my eyes and the scowl on my lips. Our frowns will at least match.
He steps into my apartment, I can hear the thick boots thudding against the wood floor until he enters my room cautiously, fingers rapping against the wall as he clears his throat. I give him a simple hum of acknowledgment and my heart begins to beat faster as I watch him step around the bed, eyes finally meeting mine.
"Hey." He whispers, sitting down beside me on the bed with a simple tilt of his head, looking over me with a soft, worried expression. "You okay?" He asks and he reaches out to rest his hand on my hip through the blanket, just his touch makes me want to fold into myself and cry.
"Not feeling up to the run today." I mutter with a tremble, my lip shaking as a cold sweat shines on my body. "You and Tess can go without me." I wave him off, pulling my blanket further up onto my shoulders as I snuggle further into the safety of my bed, wishing nothing but to sink into my mattress completely.
"What're you feelin'?" He asks, leg bouncing nervously.
"I don't want to talk about it." My once sad mood turns sour and I begin to feel angry at Joel for asking me so many questions and it makes me more angry to be angry at Joel for no reason. He doesn't know any better, he's just worried but for some reason by brain chooses to be annoyed by his affection that he rarely shows in the first place.
"Okay." He nods sternly but there's a sense of disapproval in his eyes as he gazes down at me. "But you can," he pauses, rubbing circles into my hip with a soft smile, "talk about it, I mean."
"I know, Joel." I sigh, clutching the blankets to me as I sit up, his eyes suddenly widening at my sudden closeness. His arm adjusts, wrapping around my waist to keep me propped up against him, my fingers busying themselves with messing with the buttons on his jacket. "Sometimes I just wake up and have this elephant sitting on my chest. Especially when I think about leaving the apartment. I just wanna stay here." I let out a sign of relief at my own confession, happy that I had the guts to actually admit it to him of all people. We're not the biggest on feeling things, especially with each other. "It's just hard to exist when the worlds like this."
"You're scaring me." He says suddenly, his voice dropping an octave or two at the fear in my own voice.
"I'll be okay." I smile sadly. "Think I'm in an anxious funk."
"You sound fuckin' depressed." He laughs sadly, reaching up to brush some hair from my eyes, thumb lingering against my cheekbone as I just give him a simple shrug, not knowing what to say.
"Don't make fun of me." I tease and I reach out to shove him playfully.
"I'm not, I promise." He whispers, my whole body relaxing into his touch and the way his eyes look over me, as if I'm protected just by his affectionate, caring, worried gaze. "I'll tell Tess to go at it alone. I'll stay here with you." He goes to get up but I reach out to grab his hand in mine, suddenly feeling a bit of a pep to my step as I begin to think about a day at home with Joel, all to myself.
"Yeah?" I ask with a sigh of relief.
"You seem excited." He chuckles, patting my cheek before making his way to his feet, backing up slowly. "Hold your horses, Tess is out in the hallway. Let me go tell her, alright?" He offers with his hands up in surrender and I nod, sitting with my hands folded in my lap but he gives me a firm gesture to rest. "Lay down."
"I'll wait for you." I nod, falling back onto the bed to get comfortable once more, watching until Joel is out of my sight and I can hear them talking out in the hallway.
I can only imagine how this makes me look in Tess's eyes, maybe weak, stupid, the lesser woman, but I can't find it in me to care when I know that I'll have Joel with me, all day, taking care of me and making sure I get through the day.
"Thank you." I tell Joel when he comes back and he's smiling at me with a cute tilt of his head.
"For?" He grunts an old man grunt as he slides down into the bed beside me, holding an arm out to me so I can slide into his side, curving my body against his and I lay my head on his chest, finally back where I've belonged for days.
"Caring about me." I draw circles on his skin through his flannel, ignoring the heat that's rising to my cheeks.
"Don't gotta thank me." He whispers against my hairline and tugs me further against himself, clinging onto me like I matter to do. Because I do. "I care for you like I think about breathing-I don't think, I just do."
I don't want to be rude, but can you not tag your "x oc" fics as "x reader" fics? they aren't the same thing, and if people wanted to read an "x oc" story they'd go to that tag.
Hello! Actually, that's rude. Over the years, I've seen many people doing that and I never said anything to them because they are free to do what they want and I don't want to ruin their happiness when they share their writing. In addition, I see other things in some tags that shouldn't be there because they are completely mixing things, but I'm not gonna text them for this.
Also, in the disclaimer, I mentioned the fact it's not really a fanfic or something, that's more like a random piece of work. Now, I changed the "OC" for "reader" if it pleases some people, since they are no physical description and that I just wanted to put a name on the character since it's something I wrote at the 1st person lol
Have a nice day / night (depending where you live).
hi! Can I request Wesker x female reader where they get in a fight and Wesker says something hurtful (something that really affects and hurts the reader), reader storms out and Wesker later realizes his mistake and goes find her and apologizes? Thank you In advance 💝
Hey! It kinda looks like what I wrote for my work called "Privacy" with Albert too, so it would be kinda similar and I don't have many ideas for this 🥺
This is a mystery that only Scooby-Doo can solve, but I want to try to answer it. I didn’t know if you wanted a headcanon or a simple answer, so I wrote a very small "headcanon":
Wesker needs a s/o who’s naive, not too sociable (not a lot of friends) and doesn’t ask too many questions, so he can manipulate her. In the same time, it helps to hide as long as he can what he does for a living and some power
He’s a dominant man in bed and in his everyday life with his partner, because he wears the pants! So, his mate has to be submissive
Albert is an old man with old perceptions of a couple, so it could be even better if his partner can cook and is a gourmet
A younger one, as he gets older, he’s into younger women
Needs an intelligent and cultured partner. You mix up well known countries on a map? You’re already losing points
(English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot somes mistakes)