The Afterfire Update:

The afterfire update:

This and the next one are the chapters I've first daydreamed about after finishing the game. Basically, that daydream is the reason why I started writing this fanfic. I feel so happy and solemn in some type of way that finally, after waiting for almost two months, you all can see it too.

Thank you for sticking around, and I promise this is by far not the end of the book.

Part four of this headcanon series

|| Part one, part two, part three ||

• After two days, they started getting suspicious.

• Firat, Lilly noticed something was wrong with her brother; he was calmer and more nervous at the same time than usual, it just depended on whether Mc was in the room or not. But she said nothing, silently observing the signs.

• Jessy vocalized her happines more excitedly than this, when after Lilly she also slowly realized what was going on, but Mc tied it to her soul, that she will tell her everything she wants if she keeps her mouth shut. The redhead did as a true friend.

• Slowly they all found out about the two's little secret, but no one initiated the confrontation. What could they have confronted? It wasn't their business. But that doesn't mean curiosity didn't kill them.

• One night, when they were drinking by the campfire, Dan couldn't take it anymore. Taking a big sip from his whiskey, he surveyed the silent couple. "I'm just saying," he pointed in Jake's direction, "if you don't watch out for the little detective, hackerman, you're going to be in trouble."

• After the 'father's blessing', everyone suddenlx found their voice at the same time, Cleo a little annoyed that the bisquits she made yesterday were gone. Mc and Jake looked at the group with a bit of an embarassed awe, not understanding what was so celebratory about this.

• "It was about time," Lilly smiled, "it was getting annoying with you two avoiding each other, but Lyra waking up in a different room every morning. Like two teens keeping secrets."

• If she could, Mc would have slid down the log, but she had to make do with burying her face in her hands. "It's not because—"

• "Another bottle of wine? I'll bring it right away," Phil suddenly jumped up, and as the back door closed behind him, Jessy, as if she had just realized, hurried in after her brother.

• Mc found the scene strange, since there was still plenty of wine in their glasses, but was glad that the attention was off her.

• "Phil's always been quite... that way." Cleo swirled the liquid in hand, as Hannah added softly, "Like her sister, acting on emotions."

• This was agreed upon. Mc stole a glance at Jake, who sat next to her perhaps with a more relaxed posture tonight. It was comforting, as was when she closed the bedroom door behind her at night. They were finally alone, in silence. And the best part – she thought to herself as she snuggled into Jake's bed – was that now she doesn't have to sneak down the stairs in darkness if she wants to fall asleep calm.

Important question for Duskwood fans

I'm searching for a German and Spanish person – who speaks English well enough to understand by reading – to translate my Duskwood fanfiction, The afterfire.

Spots for Russian and Polish translators are already taken.

If anyone's interested, feel free to comment/dm me and we can have a little chat before deciding if we both could work together.

Thank you for reading :)

You are what you write.

Did you intend on making me feel some sort of pain in my chest? Because for the record, it's currently there and this made me feel some deep shit.

The problem with writing romance, and not specifically romance where the sex happens, but any romance is...

Whether you intend it or not, you're interests are in there. Your desires are laid bare. What you lust for, perhaps, what attracts (and doesn't) certainly but more what you long for in a relationship and what frightens you away from one.

Everyone who reads it will know more about you than you probably want. You will learn more about you than you probably want.

This is true for all writing, but for some reason the intimate nature of relationships (both romantic and not, because you'll find those out too) is a bit more painful to broadcast.

And I am not simply talking about stories where romance is the entire point. I mean any stories with relationship dynamics to deal with.

You smash those dolls together, you have fun breaking hearts, but just remember what little doors in your own you are opening as you do.

Or the realization that you are what you write is going to hit you like a brick.

Part three of this headcanon series

|| Part one, part two ||

• "What you looking at?" She smiled, setting the glass down, waterdrops running down around it. Jake shook his head in response, continuing to study every move of hers. Mc didn't mind; ever since they met, she learnt how to read him like he does with her. Without words and a lot of patience.

• Jake waited until the last spoon was clean too, then grabbed her hand, leading her out of the room.

• The symphony of night was played by a chorus of frogs and violin of crickets, the air fresh and crisp, full of the scent of the nearby lake. The street was quiet and peaceful as they walked in the dark.

• They didn't speak now either, but this silence told no story. Mc was forced to break it. "Let's go to the lake." She pointed in the right direction.

• They walked through the streets in silence, passing fewer and fewer houses. The symphony of the night grew stronger by the water, and the hissing trees and undergrowth joined in as well.

• Taking a seat on a nearby bench for a long moment, perhaps hours, minutes, years... they didn't know for how long.

• "Did you really mean it?" She asked, observing the surface of the water in front of her. "What you said in the morning." Her eyes darted over to the man, but he didn't move.

• Mc carefully slid closer on the bench until she felt his warmth on her skin. "Because when I'll say it, I mean it," she whispered. "I love you too."

• Kiss. That was all she remembered from that night, sitting on the bench by the lake, until her body began to cool down and his kisses could no longer provide enough warmth. Mesmerizing, intoxicating feeling of his lips against hers, closer than they have ever been, and she really didn't want it to end.

• She and Jake walked back to the hut, their fingers entwined all the way, and the woman wasn't the least bit concerned about what they will say to the others in the morning. Probably nothing; they will figure it out on their own anyway.

• Jake Donfort, who until now had known no love other than his mother's, and then Mc came into his life.

• Jake Donfort, who had a hard time putting into words what he was feeling, knew that there was something there that hadn't been before. He wanted Mc to explain this to him, but was afraid of the question.

• Jake Donfort, who doesn't know why, but feels grateful to Mc for making him feel things he thought he could never.

• Jake Donfort, who wants to take her to places and kiss her in public because people would be jealous of what a cute face he's kissing. He knew they would be.

• Jake Donfort, who wants to give Mc the most, never believing her when she says he already gave it to her: himself.

• Jake Donfort, who all of a sudden finds himself in front of a Chinese restaurant, nervously picking at the skin on his fingers, searching every person's face in the dark, hoping the next one will be her.

• Jake Donfort, who has no idea what he's doing, but now knows why. Knows the reason behind his actions, feelings, and wants them to stay, because he hopes with that feeling that gets his heart beat faster and eyes see stars, Mc will stay too.

• Jake Donfort, who never speaks much finds himself wanting to share everything with her.

• Jake Donfort, who doesn't know how to express emotions, but tries doing so with what he can; words of affirmation and acts of service.

• Jake Donfort, who finds it hard to understand the reason behind why people love small touches, but gets it the moment Mc walks a bit closer to him on the street, arms touching ever so slightly.

• Jake Donfort, who doesn't mind anything Mc is doing, because he knows he wants it too, just not how he could make it happen. But Mc knows, and that calms him down. He doesn't feel useless or less, which was surprising to him at first.

• Jake Donfort, who makes sure Mc gets home safe. Who makes sures she never once has to live through unpleasant things again. For her safety, he would go to the Moon and back.

• Jake Donfort, who leaves it up to Mc when she recieves a strange message from an unknown number. Mc, who to Jake's surprise, blocks the number, because according to her, she already had her fair amount of moments with strange messages and got the best out of her first and last ever investigation; friends and him. Jake, whose heart skipped a beat at her saying it separetaly.

• Jake Donfort, who internally melts at everything Mc does and says.

• Jake Donfort is the man he is, because Mc is the woman she is.

(Here you go, another fluff filled headcanon. Do we want this to be a series?)