#⌇the wicked vows of crowned kings ( 𝘼𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖 / 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 )

[distopea]

@killerhubby

mirage softly sinks his teeth into astra's shoulder. a silent demand for attention from yours truly.

The silent plea couldn’t be ignored - he felt his teeth sinking deep into his shoulder, the sudden frame of Mirage becoming quite oppressing behind his back. A low chuckle escaped Astra’s lips, while he was indeed, quite smaller when it came to this giant tree of a rival. 

“Surely... You always have such an animalistic way to ask for attention.” Astra folded his newspaper and threw it onto the nearest table. He patted his shoulder, felt that the skin was slightly damaged, but not quite enough to make him bleed. He pulled on Mirage’s tie, rolled his around his fingers, his own pearls scanning his neck while he inhaled his musk, before he returned the favor. Slightly deeper. 

“Now that you have it darling, what are you going to do about it?” 

[distopea]

astra and mirage ♡

@killerhubby

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child. (not accepting)

Name

Aphelios

Gender

Male | He/Him 

General Appearance

A tree man for real. Aphelios is a very very tall individual, even taller than Mirage. His presence couldn’t be ignored - he has a very natural appealing aura. Aphelios is a mix of both Mirage and Astra faces, his traits soft and regular with a long nose and long chin. He inherited Astra’s blondness with a wolf cut emphasizing his almond-shaped eyes. However, those eyes are definitely more like Mirage - bright, piercing and with a light color close from blue. 

Aphelios is what people easily qualify as handsome. He’s always clean, always wears classy kind of clothes. He wears cologne, changes his outfits several times a day, and smiles so brightly that everyone believes he could be a real angel. 

Personality

Just like Mirage and Astra, Aphelios is true definition of deceptive. He’s a high manipulator who loves to play games, and he develops a real business intelligence when it comes to the mafia. He’s the son of two extremely brutal leaders, and for that, he will honor their name and forge his own one through blood if need be. 

Aphelios has observed his parents enough to understand how this world can be held in his palm. He tends to be arrogant, highly confident, and deeply driven by an everlasting quest of power. Somehow, he wants to do better than what his parents have ever accomplished. He craves an empire matching the greatness of his name. Ruthless, impetuous, Aphelios doesn’t like to lose. 

Special Talents

He speaks several languages, but his favorite is Italian. 

He’s a very good mechanic. He’s able to fix any sort of old cars and old bikes. 

Just like his parents, he has a certain skill for killing people. 

Who they like better

Both, none, it comes and goes but he tends to be closer from Mirage. Astra is naturally wary, even with his son, and he feels that there’s a possibility that he might one day even attack him. Though, they are still far from being a normal family either. Aphelios betrayed them several times, but through their games, they have a profound bond all together. 

Who they take after more

He has Astra’s paranoia and ruthlessness when it comes to rule. He has Mirage’s intelligence with people when it comes to manipulate. Otherwise, he’s very different and shaped in his own way. 

Personal Headcanon:

Aphelios doesn’t like big dogs, he has been bitten by one when he was a kid. 

Just like Astra, he’s uncomfortable with the vision of blood. 

He had a crush on Seventeen for a long time when he was little, he even asked her to become his wife when he was a teen. 

He likes to hang out with Snow and Kaizen, and that’s how he developed his killing skills. 

Face Claim

Yeo Taejoo 

[distopea]

❤ astra and mirage ? 👀

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME - Send my character a ❤ and I’ll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours. (no longer accepting)

@killerhubby

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

Dates; Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates

Would my character…

Marry them? Yes | No Have sex on the first date? Yes | No Confess their attraction first? Yes | No Have children/adopt? Yes | No Die for your character? Yes | No Cheat on your character? Yes | No Lie to them? Yes | No Cuddle after sex? Yes | No

[distopea]

Kissing your muses 💋

Standing on the balcony topping the city, he was still enjoying his drink, the bitter taste of the whisky running down his lips. He loved that sight of the town down there – bright colors, a few horns echoing in the air, and laughter coming up like a faraway hubbub. He loved it because from that distance, he felt nothing but superior. Nothing but supreme compared to these folks running through their daily lives without having the slightest clue regarding those who were ruling over the city.

Troubled in his thoughts by the echo of muffled footsteps, Astra looked aside, already aware of who would be bothering his silent introspection. He was still wearing his mask after all, made of skull, an imprint of his own power. Astra both respected and devalued him for that matter. His mask was made of skin after all.

“Do you want a drink, or something else, Mirage?” Astra asked while he pressed his hip against the glass barrier surrounding the rooftop, his fingers automatically rolled around Mirage’s tie, only to bring him closer. It always felt like an urge with him. “Something else, isn’t it?” He said with a confident smirk, voice low and sensual, matching the pace of his fingers moving up to slightly removing the bottom part of his mask, before he revealed Mirage’s lips. Tempting. “Have it, then.”

He tugged him closer, his lips brushing his for a few seconds, before he eventually decided to give what they both wanted. A match made in Hell, or an absolute chaotic dance. Whether it was reasonable or not, Astra’s tongue was already chasing for more. // @crimedealt​