#(⁠��⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆ lix writes !!

[fuckitupfelix]

Hear me out,

A soft spoken hero reader. He's mainly for damage control and healing. He is well liked by the public and even gets cutesy nick names and edits on the internet.

And jealous Mark, who's slightly possessive over reader. But it never goes beyond thoughts because the reader is his own person.

But the variants obviously have to have different thought processes and morals. It would be interesting to see how they react to this universes version of reader.

(You can choose the variant(s) because I really suck ass at remembering their names.)

never letting you go.

invincible x male reader

chars: full mask, no goggles, mohawk, sinister mark variants

warnings: canon compliant violence + mild suggestiveness (no goggles, mohawk, sinister) + straight up cannibalism ? (sinister)

mainstream mark has liked you for a while. the two of you have grown close during his time as invincible— mainly due to him absolutely wrecking himself every time he fights and you're the one healing him— but he's grown fond of you over time. you both like seance dog, even though it took him months to squirrel that information out of you; you're always so quiet, so soft-spoken and nervous and shy. but now he knows you better, and you've warmed up to him.

you jokingly scold him more when he comes to you for stupid little injuries, and you send each other memes and edits that you find of your hero personas. he really cares about you, and he'd never want you getting hurt. thats one thing that never changes; even across universes.

full mask!mark

when he came during the invincible war, he had two people on his mind; debbie and you.

when he finds you he's absolutely pathetic

-> im talking practically on his knees, clutching at your waist, fingers digging into your sides (only slightly)

he was so convinced he'd lost you forever, but now that he finally had you back? oh he's never letting you go..

very gentle with you. he knows you aren't technically as fragile as a normal human, but compared to a viltrumite? you're like glass to him

used to HATE when you healed him because it fatigued you so much with how many injuries he bore

he lost you once. he's not losing you again.

you're out in the city, doing your best to help anyone that was unlucky enough to get caught up in the carnage. the amount of times you expected to pull out people and only got detached limbs made your stomach churn. you've been at it for a while when you notice mark descend next to you, his suit dripping with blood.

"mark...?" you murmur, eyes wide. without hesitation, your hands are on his shoulders, placing your forehead against his as you wait for your healing powers to work. a subtle but warm blue light envelops you both. "are you okay? you look... terrible."

he doesn't respond, instead leaning into your touch. he wraps his arms around your waist and lets his head dip into the crook of your neck. "god, its been so long..." he murmurs, lips ghosting over your neck. you tense up at his choice of words— this isn't your mark. fuck.

you stop your healing slowly, and try to gently peel yourself away from this.... imposter.... but his grip tightens on you almost immediately. "please, [name].. i can't believe its you." he almost whines into your neck, pressing soft kisses into it. "i know im not your mark, but let me bring you home with me. i'll keep you safe. I promise. i'll be a better boyfriend than your mark is."

"mark and I... we aren't..." you trail off, but he gets the hint, and immediately shoots up into the sky, cradling you flush against his chest.

"shhh, my love, it's okay," he murmurs, even though you hadn't made a sound. "i'll take care of you, i promise. you and mom are coming home with me. this time I'll keep you safe."

no goggles!mark

he's absolutely obsessed with you

in his universe, you used to heal him no matter how badly he got hurt

-> the healing process hurt equally as much at the actual fighting, your powers working overtime to set his broken fingers back into place and regrow adult teeth in a matter of minutes

-> yeah he got off to it. he would sometimes let himself get a little more beat up just to see you

stalked you back in his universe! he's got your daily schedule and mannerisms memorized, down to what mugs you prefer

you haven't even stepped foot out of the kitchen when mark comes in through that window with loose bolts— some things really don't change, even across dimensions. you hear the window creak, and you turn to see him there. you know this isn't your mark; his mask and suit are slightly different, but also his expression. he looked too.. calm. too cheerful.

"hey, mark," you murmur, your voice dying in your throat. there's a solid chance he's going to hurt you, you think. your grip on the counter behind you tightens. "what're you doing here?"

before you can blink, he's floating inches away from you, bringing his hands up to cup your face tenderly, rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks. he leans close, inhaling your smell; fresh laundry mixed with mild rosemary. just like his [name].

"hey, you," mark coos, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your nose. he sounds too happy; too giddy. "missed ya sooo much, babes."

this isn't your mark. your mark is touchy, yes— but he knows his boundaries. his touches are arms thrown over shoulders, loose hugs, and light shoulder punches. not this. not tight squeezes on your shoulders, wet kisses across your face, or thighs rubbing against crotches. definitely not.

"we aren't dating," you whisper, gently curling your hand around the one holding your face, carefully peeling it away from you. mark snorts at that, and grasps the hair on the back of your head, gripping tightly. "sorry."

"well, in my universe, we are. isn't that good enough, [name]?" he giggles, and he pulls you so your lips crash against his, but its softer than you'd expect. it was almost sweet, if not for the intense grip on the back of your head. you bring your hands up to push against mark's chest. he chooses to ignore that, pressing you harder against the counter, forcing his tongue into your mouth and nibbling on your bottom lip.

"mark," you mumble against his lips, finally shoving him off of yourself, ignoring the little flip your stomach does. "i need to go help people."

"come on, i'd end up killing more people than you could save," he groans, letting his thumb trace over your bottom lip. "actually, I think you're saving more people staying with me here, dont'cha think? come onnnnn, [name]. don't you wanna keep all those people safe?"

mohawk!mark

hates how nice you are. like actually loathes it, and he tells you that

-> always talking about how you should be meaner, how you're a little pussy. his version of you doesn't take it to heart as much anymore

prob one of the few variants that won't be extra gentle with you because of your powers

-> "im not even being rough— you can just fix yourself later, stop bein' a crybaby."

definitely mocks you whenever you cry but licks the tears away anyways

he finds you when you're looking for your own mark. you tried calling him, texting him, asking cecil if he knew. nothing. then mark comes along, hovering over you with a nasty grin on his face. only... he's got the sides of his head shaved. of course you find a knockoff and not your actual mark..

you hold your hands up in a placating manner, as if you were dealing with a feral animal; you were, in a sense. except this was a more unpredictable situation.

"finallyyy," mark groans, floating down closer to you, arms crossed. "i was starting to think they didn't have you in this universe." he then pins you to the ground, his hands trailing and groping every inch of your body as he practically straddles you. "fuckin' missed this," he grins.

you tense up, and try to knee him in his crotch. he winces a little, spitting out a curse, and his thighs tighten around you. "come on, cutie, don't be a bitch," he scoffs, staring down at you. he grabs you hair, yanks your head up, and then proceeds to smash it down into the pavement. a strangled yell leaves your lips, your hands pawing pathetically at the pavement beneath you as a blue light circles around your shoulders. your head is throbbing, and you can feel a small sticky puddle forming under your head. you resist the urge to throw up.

"why're you.." you grit out weakly, hand grabbing at mark's thigh, nails digging into the flesh.

"awwwh, is little [nickname] tryna heal himself?" mark laughs, grabbing you by your throat and wrapping his hand tighter and tighter, pressing you down into the pavement. "you know only I can make you feel like this, yeah? i know you like it, so quit fucking struggling and be a good boy, hmm?" he coos, leaning down and messily smashing your lips together.

sinister!mark

uses you as his chewtoy. deadass

you're less of a romantic partner, more his property

-> if he's badly hurt and needs medical attention, he goes to you. if he needs sexual relief, he goes to you. if his teeth ache and he needs something to gnaw on, he goes to you.

keeps you close to him whenever he does anything; he can't have his property getting damaged, now can he?

finds you and your powers very interesting.. keeps you like a little science specimen

-> he talks down to you all the time, and he always expects an answer. nods or little noises won't cut it.

you're trying to help people, attempting to heal the people you just dug out of rubble. there was one more person you had to bring, but when you turn around, you see a floating figure clad in yellow and black, and wearing a cape. you've been at it for hours now; long enough to know this mark is fucking dangerous. even if he is anything like your mark, the chances of him being actually nice are.... pretty slim.

"ahhh. i was wondering when i'd find you. this is cute, trying to save all these people?" mark hums, hovering just in front of you. he smiles. its unnerving.

"mark. hi." you say, trying to keep your voice steady. you can feel the heat radiating off of his body. keeping your breathing consistent, you continue. "it's, uh, good to see you."

he doesn't bother acknowledging what you said. "you really think you can help these people? why?" he scoffs, and in an instant, he darts behind you. the warm blood splattered on your back processes faster than the screams. you turn around slowly. there he stood, atop the corpses of the civilians you had just struggled to save, his arm poking straight through a person's chest.

"m-mark—" your voice dies in your throat when mark turns to look at you. he hovers over, the metallic smell of blood filling your lungs. his feet finally touch the floor. he rolls his shoulders, muscles flexing.

"i told you. it's pointless. you're more useful for other things." he chuckles, his crimson-soaked hand squishing your cheeks together with one hand and grabbing you by the waist with the other . he tilts your head an uncomfortable amount, and bites down into your shoulder. he shoves your head into the crook of his neck to muffle your pained scream, but the sound still cuts clean through the silence. He moans at the taste of your blood, his teeth ripping off a chunk of your flesh. he runs his tongue over the newly formed crevice in your shoulder, lapping the blood up.

"go on. heal it." he says, digging his tongue into the wound. your hands dig into his back, clawing at the fabric of his cape and suit, your yells of pain barely muffled by his shoulder. you can feel your knees buckle underneath you, and your head feels heavy as you try and heal yourself. it's not working as fast as you'd hoped— you're long since exhausted from working for hours saving the now corpses behind you.

"god, are you even trying?" mark scoffs, and his hands dig into your side, fingers piercing the flesh by your ribcage. "come on, pet. you can do better than that," he sneers, dragging his nails down and through your skin.

the writing blurbs are so uneven im so sorry :< if you want me to do other variants lmk!! I might continue this with shiesty and viltrum mark at some point...

[dwaekkicidal]

~400 words | warnings: p in v, dirty talk, breeding mentions, somehow this turned into a like fuckboy!lix vibe...

idk what this is. i found pictures on pinterest of him with long necklaces and my mind wandered.

thinking about felix giving you the most brain-numbing backshots ever with his necklace dangling against your back. his chest almost flat against your back as his hips do most of the work. & he uses that deep voice of his right against your ear to spit out comments that give you the nastiest whisplash

"i should take a picture of you like this and frame it, you look like the sexiest goddess to ever walk the earth."

"you take me so well, honey. this pretty pussy is just made for daddy, right?"

"look at this pretty ass of yours- fuckk... i should fuck a baby or two into you. then you'll really be stuck with me."

times his thrusts with some comments as well;

"so. fucking. beautiful."

"nobody can ever fuck you like i do. right? thats. fucking. right."

at some point he gets desperate to see your face so he pulls away, ignoring your whines so he can help you flip onto your back.

gives you no time to process the position change before he shoves himself back into you, pushing your legs wide open so he can lean down. his necklace now dangles in your face as he sinks his hands into the mattress by your head and fucks into you even faster

he nibbles at your ear with a little smirk on his face at the way you cream around him with each thrust and will whisper some crude comment about how you're just latching onto him so tightly and how, "even if i wanted to pull out, this pussy is just sucking me back in. it's like you want me to cum inside."

he'll lean down after a while to mimic your contorted face as he goes deep all of a sudden, parting his lips at the same time as yours before laughing and going even harder. ghosts his lips over yours as your whines about him 'teasing' turn into moans of mindless profanities.

"yea? feels good?"

you meet his eyes and nod desperately, pulling another laugh out of him. but hes not that mean, so he indulges you and pushes his lips against yours.

now focuses on fucking you to both of your orgasms. & he just. doesnt. stop. even after tears start running down your face and his deep grunts have turned into whines from overstimulation.

whatever they fed him at the company needs to be studied. but, for now, you're more preoccupied with getting dicked down and too hyperaware of the feeling of his bush rubbing against your clit, so you'll have to worry about all that another day.

taglist;

@valkyriexo @lunearta @jabmastersupriseee @rylea08

@yaorzu-blog @amararosesblog @jiminssluttyminx @clemissleepy

@miss-daisy04 @kittyxnoa @dwaekkiiracha @bubblerizz

[day-night-darlix]

MASKED FOOL AVENTURINE TIME BITCHES

carus

a masked fool notorious for gambling with lives.

“all i do is lay down a bet. it’s out of my control if my opponent decides to lay down their life, isn’t it?”

a well known musical artist and actor, his associations are not known to the public. he seems to harbor animosity towards the ipc.

[seo-changbinnies]

countdown to lixie’s bday

↳ d-2: felix x dragon age

[causeilikelix]

Rose Garden - Part One - Lee Know Smut

↳Pairing: Prince!Lee Know x Maid!afab reader

↳Words: 7,800

↳Warnings: SMUT 18+ only!!!!! Minors DNI!!!!!, Lee Know has a dirty mouth, unprotected sex (we all know the drill), inexperienced virgin!reader, Lee Know also might be a virgin but idk, pretty vanilla stuff, power dynamics, creampie, multiple orgasms, multiple (2) positions, semi-public sex, they almost get caught but aren't, angst, a mention of throwing up but no one does

↳Summery:  You are a maid for one of the ladies eligible for a chance to see if they are the prince's soulmate. You join your lady and attend the tea party but you grow bored and wander off. After a while, you stumble across a beautiful rose garden and an even more beautiful man- though he's not very nice.

TAGLIST: @ohmy-moonlightx , @junebug032 , @giyusatorou , @skzfelixlove , @kittkat44 , @nap-of-a-starr, @ventitto , @blankdyean , @lethallyprotected , @poisonivy21 , @nobody3210 , @chuuswifereal , @hisokasimp1

(Strikethrough means unable to tag)

↳Notes: Long story short, I work a lot and I'm tired but I'm trying to get these written!!!

↳Ready on my AO3: Here

Part One

“MOTHER!”  JOY COMPLAINED loudly, “Do I really have to go to this ridiculous ball?” 

“Yes, darling,” Joy’s mother, Mrs. Park, flitted around the room and checked each of the offerings of the maids, “Tonight is vital.  You must catch the eye of the Prince!”

“What if he's not my soulmate, though?”  Joy pouted, which you caught through her vanity mirror as you carefully curled her hair. 

“Darling, when you’re this high up in society you can’t be concerned about all of that soulmate dribble!  You are a lady!  You are out in society and your position matters!”  Mrs Park insisted.  She made her way over to the vanity and gestured for you to move aside. 

Wordlessly and obediently, you stepped aside to let Joy’s mother take over your task of doing Joy’s hair.  You backed away to stand with the other maids who were holding various jewelry options for this afternoon’s tea party.  

Joy looked absolutely stunning, which was truly no surprise.  As one of the higher ladies of the court, she had to be.  Whenever she went to these tea parties or balls, it was part of your job to make sure she looked her best.  You did her hair, helped her into whichever gown was chosen for the event, and applied the perfect amount of rouge to her cheeks.  As her dedicated ladies maid, you also had to cater to her every whim.  

Technically, you weren’t allowed to be friends with the lady you served but you and Joy had gotten rid of that ages ago.  As her mother rambled on about the importance of holding the family’s position in society, Joy locked eyes with you through the vanity mirror and rolled her eyes.  You had to stifle your giggle into your hand and pretend it was a sneeze in order for the other maids to ignore you. 

“Mother, the prince does absolutely nothing for me.  We would be an awful match!”  Joy whined. 

“Joy, I won’t keep telling you why you have to attend this event.  This is your last chance to catch the Queen’s eye.  If you don’t then they will choose a bride for him this evening at the ball.”

“But every eligible girl in society will also be peacocking around!  There’s no way I could ever stand out.”

“Joy!”  Mrs Park scolded with a light smack to her shoulder.  She moved away and gestured for you to continue your task.  “Ms. Y/N, please do your best work.  You are serving the potential future princess of our fine country!”

“Mother!”  Joy screeched, but Mrs Park made her way out of the room before Joy could whine much more.  “Y/N, you’d better make me look like a monster!”  

“Ma’am, I’ve heard that the Prince is a fine young man!”  You chimed in as you went back to putting small crystals into Joy’s dramatic updo.

“Oh, come on, please don’t call me that when mother isn’t around.  It makes me feel like an old maid.”  Joy pouted. 

“Of course.  Which jewelry set do you want to go with your dress?”  You waved over the other maids, who hurried over to present their offerings.  Joy perused them for a moment before pointing at a silver and blue set to complement the rich navy she had on.

“I don’t know why mother insists on jewel tones.”  Joy sighed, “She knows I prefer pastels.  All the other girls will be wearing pastels to tea!”

“Or maybe they won’t!  This is the last chance to impress the Queen before she makes the decision for him.”

“I hope she’s decided already.  I think I’d hate being married to a prince.  What if he’s dull?”  Joy sighed.

“Honestly, they probably chose his intended ages ago and they’re doing all this for the sake of some social events and entertainment,” You suggested innocently.  

Joy gasped in horror and turned to look at you.

“How dare you insult the royal family!”  She exclaimed.  Her eyebrows furrowed and your heart dropped into your stomach.  You hadn’t meant to-

Joy cracked a smile.  She giggled openly, which helped your muscles relax.  She was just joking.

“Don’t frighten me so!”

“I will never reprimand you for voicing your opinions, even about the royal family.  I believe we are well past that, don’t you?”  Joy turned back to the mirror and you got back to work on her hair. 

You were able to breathe a little better. 

Once Joy had her hair done and her jewels put on, she got up and started towards the door.  You bowed as she left and mentally ran through the list of duties you had to attend to once she left.  Tidy the closet, dust the shelves, make her bed, wash her pillow cases and-

“Oh,” Joy sighed, her hand on the doorknob, “I do wish you could come with me.  You make much better company than any of the other ladies.”

“I wish I could go too, Miss.”  The formality slipped out, but she allowed it. 

“Maybe you could go.”  Joy mused, “I could demand you accompany me in case I have a fainting spell or something.  I suddenly feel one coming on.”

She shot you a mischievous grin.  

“You just want to paint all afternoon."

For almost ten years she’d been faking fainting spells in order to either get out of an event or get you to go with her.  You were surprised that she hadn’t faked one today.  Despite the dramatic navy gown and the sparkly jewelry, Joy preferred to spend her days with you in the greenhouse painting away.  Each year for your birthday she gifted you a blank sketchbook and some pencils and often invited you to paint with her.  You weren’t nearly as good as her, but it allowed for you to have something to do together.  An even playing field.  No titles. 

“You caught me.  What can I say?  I prefer painting with my best and only friend in the ton over mingling and pretending to hope for the Queen’s approval.”  Joy mused for a few long moments.  Then, terrifyingly, her eyes lit up.  She opened the door and called out into the house.  “Mother! Y/N is joining us to the ball today!  I shall require her assistance changing into my other gown for the ball.”

“What?”  You gawked.

Joy closed the door and turned to you triumphantly.

“Crystal,”  Joy turned to one of the other maids, “Please prepare my pink and blue gown with the flowers and sapphires on the bodice for the palace with the fullest underskirt you can find.  Oh, and the pink set of jewelry that Papa gave me for Christmas!  Y/N, go prepare your best dress!  You’re going to the royal ball!”

~!~!~!~!~!~

Joy’s scheming got you right where she wanted you.  If you had the chance, you definitely would have stayed home but you were in no position to refuse her.  Joy’s mother wasn’t thrilled that you were there but at this point she knew that there were some battles you just don’t win.  

It wasn’t as if there was much for you to do at this party anyway.  Joy made you change into your event uniform, which was really just a cleaner black-and-white version of what you normally wore.  Today you wore a long black dress with a white lace apron layered over the skirt, with a white collar and cuffs.  

All well and good if the tea party wasn’t outdoors.

By all means, the temperature outside was quite pleasant unless you had to stand off to the side with the other ladies maids in direct sunlight.  All of you had delicate sheens of sweat along the backs of your necks as you waited to be summoned by your respective ladies.  Some of the maids you’d seen before and had decent friendships with.  The great part about being a maid is that almost all of them were into gossip, as if they were reading a dramatic-real life romance novel. 

“Ryujin, you’ll never believe it!”  Yuna exclaimed, “Mr Lee proposed to Lady Shim last week!  They had a few moments together in the garden and he got down on one knee and he had a ring prepared and everything!”

“How romantic!”  Ryujin squealed, “Did she accept?”

“Honestly, I’m in disbelief!  She didn’t refuse him but she said she needed time to think.  It’s possible that she’s hoping to be chosen by the Queen but she can’t be selected if she’s betrothed.”

“Have any of you actually seen Prince Minho?”  Ryujin sighed, “I mean, Mr Lee is a catch.  Why would she turn him down?”

“I saw the prince once!”  Lia, another maid into all the gossip, chimed in eagerly, “He is unbelievably handsome.”

“Oh, shove it.  You only saw the back of his head once.” Yuna rolled her eyes, “I saw him once a few weeks ago.  He is, without a doubt, one of the most handsome men I’ve ever set my eyes on!”

“What about you, Y/N, have you seen the prince?”  Ryujin turned the attention onto you.

“No, I’ve only heard about him from Lady Joy.  She has no interest in him.”

“Well, I think he actually plans on attending this event alongside the Queen, so hopefully we should get a glimpse of him soon!”

“Why aren’t they searching for his soulmate?  I heard that a soulmate match makes for more successful breeding.”  You asked.

“That was the purpose of these parties all month!  They’ve been bringing in all the ladies and the princesses of neighboring countries to each try their hand at being his soulmate but no one suitable has been found,” Ryujin explained, “If he doesn’t find his soulmate tonight then the Queen will choose one of the offers submitted by various other royal or noble families.”

“This is all so dull,” you sighed, “Who cares about soulmates and politics.  All we can do is watch!  At this rate I’ll die an old maid.”

“If you find your soulmate I’m sure your lady will let you marry!”  

“Only if he’s someone of my rank.”  You rolled your eyes, “It looks like Lady Joy is enjoying herself so I think I might go for a walk, care to join me?”

“Goodness, no.  I would get in trouble if I ever left my lady’s sight!”

“Well, tell her I had to find the servant’s quarters if she asks about me.” 

You didn’t know why Joy wanted you along so badly if she was only going to get caught up in the other ladies she was friends with.  You figured a turn around the gardens wouldn’t be such a bad thing, especially since no one was paying any attention to you.  Also, this might be the only chance you ever got to see the royal garden.  

Quietly, you slipped away from the other maids and turned to venture deeper in the gardens.  The party was relatively localized so there were acres of untouched flora to explore.  Maybe, if you were lucky, there would be a pond or a fountain to sit by and watch.  Something about water always fascinated you. 

The sun warmed your skin as you walked through the hedges and trees.  The cobblestone paths crunched delicately beneath your shoes.  Flowers and shrubs lined the path, allowing for a delicate floral scent to fill the air.  You sighed happily when a light breeze helped the aroma into your nose.  

By all means, this was the perfect day for a tea party.  The only thing missing was the tea.  The more you thought about it the more a cup of tea sounded wonderful, but you would have to wait for a cup until you got back to the house and put Joy to bed.

As you walked you occasionally passed by other maids or servants of the palace but they paid you no mind.  Your finer uniform gave the impression that you belonged within the palace walls, but you knew you did not.  Your family was intimately entwined with the Park family.  From birth you were predestined to be Joy’s lady's maid.  You feared that you would never do anything else. 

When you were a little girl you used to dream of entering the palace.  As a child, it was as a woman of nobility who got to wear all of the pretty dresses that Lady Joy got to wear and dance at all the balls.  However, as you got older you figured that the more realistic track would be for you to enter the kitchen and work as a servant.  There was little to no chance of changing rank and now that you were a proper soulmate-seeking adult, you had to accept your reality.  Nothing would ever change for you.

Then the gardens began to change. 

The standard hedges turned into lofty lattice structures.  The wood was painted white and the structures created square arches over the path.  Lattice fences lined the walkway as well.  Vines snaked up the structures and overhead, creating lovely shadows that helped to soothe the sweat pearling at the back of your neck.  The white gravel turned to cobblestones under your feet.

Soon, however, flowers began to appear on the vines.  As you ventured deeper into the garden, roses of every color began to decorate the lattice and the arches.  There were several stripes of color.  Several feet of white roses, then orange, then red, then purple.  The soft aroma of the roses wafted into your nose and you sighed happily.  The occasional iron bench lined the path and you had half a mind to sit down and take a rest for a while. 

“Goddamn it!”  A voice carried from a crevice in the hedges and you jumped.  The exclamation was soon followed by a loud thump and a groan of pain. 

On instinct, you gasped and went to find the source of the noise.  The second groan of pain helped you navigate the maze of lattice fences with roses on them.  The path curved into a generous arch before an opening into the center of the garden appeared.  You dipped through a circular hedge gate until you emerged into probably the most beautiful place you’d ever seen in your life. 

In the center of a generous opening was a stone gazebo with lattice fences lining it.  Those, of course, had large rose bushes wound throughout making the gazebo feel like a proper enclosed building.  A delicate trickling stone fountain of a woman pouring water into a basin sat in front.  A plethora of garden trimming tools like shears and a basket of weeds sat at the stone woman’s feet.  Along the back wall were more fences lined with roses so you supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised to see the man on the ground near them. 

The man wore a pair of brown trousers and a white flowy top that hung off his shoulders and showed off his milky collarbones.  He wore a pair of black boots that went up just below his knees.  You couldn’t see his full face but you knew only from his profile that he would be beautiful.  He groaned and wiped his hands on his pants before standing back up.  He sighed and fixed his cuffs before turning and seeing you at the entrance to the small garden.  Instantly, his face morphed into one of horror and he backed away from you slowly.

“Leave immediately!”  The man commanded in a sweet and melodic voice that was a strong contrast to his barked orders, “And tell no one what you saw!”

“I… I’m sorry!”  You dipped down into a low curtsey, even though you couldn’t tell who he was.  Judging from the dirt on his pants and the trimming shears on the ground by your feet, you had something of an idea. 

“Didn’t I tell you to go?”  He asked again after you hesitated to move. 

“I do apologize but… I appear to have lost my way and-”

“You lost your way?  Isn’t it required of the help to know their way around this oppressive castle?”  The man rolled his handsome cat-like eyes and he tossed a hand through his rich brown locks. 

“I… Well, I am just visiting.”  Your throat closed as you spoke.  He glared at you, making you feel small under his intense gaze. 

“Ah, you’re just visiting then?  For the party?  Well, that makes you forgiven for your presence here.  You shouldn’t be away from your post.”  The man scoffed, making you doubt that he was serious about his words. 

“Sir, I’m truly sorry.  I got lost.  If you could tell me the way out then I will-”

“I will tell you.”  The man sighed in defeat, “but only if you tell no one where you were or what you saw.”

“Sir, no one would believe me anyway.  If you wish to escape then it’s none of my business.”  

“You are just a ladies maid, I suppose.  Fine, if you go back through the arch and turn left then-”  the man paused.  

He finally looked up at you and straight into your eyes.  You were shocked by how strangely warm his eyes were, despite the neverending glare.  The sunlight was hitting them just right and making his eyes a swirling exhibit of chestnut and gold.  The crease between his eyebrows softened after a moment before his entire face relaxed and he sighed.  

“Sir?”

“Look, I’m…”  he winced before he forced out the next words, “I’m sorry.  I am under a lot of stress right now and I shouldn’t be taking it out on you.”

“What kind of stress?”  You blurted out your question before you could stop yourself.  You knew you had to get back to your duties but something about this man kept your feet glued to the ground. 

“Have you ever had a huge obligation?  Like, something that has been planned practically since your birth that you can’t get out of?”  He paused to gauge your reaction.  You shook your head.  “I suppose not.  Anyway, it’s like there’s all this theater to pretend like my life is up to me but I know that it’s not.  I will be the subject of command my entire life and I can’t take it anymore.  I need to get out of here before it’s too late.”

“And you’re trying to climb the rose bushes?”

“Not successfully, I might add.  Those bristles are sharp.  But it’s the only place in the garden that has any sort of structure that can get me out.”

“Do you need some assistance, sir?”  You took a bold step deeper into the garden and towards the beautiful man. 

“Assistance?”  he chuckled, “You mean you would help me try to get over this fence?”

“Well, if you truly don’t want the life that’s been planned for you, why go through with it?  I believe that everyone should have a chance to live the life they want.  Granted, that’s not completely realistic in this society…”  

“It’s not?”  The man blinked at you in surprise, as if he was genuinely learning of hierarchy for the first time.

“Well, no.  Everybody has their master.  There’s no room for dreaming.  So, I think that if you have the opportunity to escape and follow your dream then you should.  What is your dream, if not this?”  You gestured vaguely to the flowers.  

“I want to live a simple life.  I want to be in control of myself and who I love.  I don’t want anyone to decide for me who I’m supposed to be with.  I don’t want anyone looking over my shoulder all the time.”

“Then go!  I’m certainly not stopping you.  It looks like there’s a place to grip the fence up there, if you want me to give you a lift?”  You moved a little closer, tearing your eyes off of the beautiful stranger and up at the lattice fence.  

“You?  Want to give me a lift?  Are you sure you wouldn’t be crushed under my weight?”

“I am a ladies maid, sir, I would sooner be crushed under the laundry I must do after the ball this evening.”  

The man smiled at you.  The first warm gesture since you’d met.  For a moment, the smile almost seemed… endearing.  

You couldn’t deny that being under his gaze made you weak in the knees.  Whoever this escapist gardener was, he was handsome.  You enjoyed the sound of his voice as it wafted through the air.  It sounded sweeter than the scent of the bold blooms surrounding you.  Sunbeams that were cast through the flowers landed on his golden skin, making him practically glow.  Your time together was fleeting… and you wanted more of him.

“Come,”  he gestured with his hand for you to move closer.  You appreciated the contrast from only a few moments ago. 

You followed his command and floated closer to him.  Your feet practically moved on their own, as if you were being drawn to him like a magnet. 

“You’re so obedient when you want to be.”  He complimented.  He turned towards the wall and put his hands on his hips.  He scanned it until he found the patch of white wood that wasn’t covered in the thorny flowers or their leaves.  “I think that will work, like you said.  Why don’t you come stand right here and-”

He turned and suddenly put his hands on your shoulders.  You gasped at the contact but let him move you into position by the wall.  As he dropped his hands from your shoulders, the tips of his fingers grazed against the back of your hand.  The man stopped speaking at the skin-on-skin contact, but he also didn’t stop touching you.  His fingers lingered there for a few seconds before he pulled away entirely. 

“I’m sorry, do forgive me.  I know that was careless but-”  He began but he was cut short by a gasp.  

You both gasped at the same time when the tell-tale arousal ripped up your spine.  It was practically instantaneous how you went from completely normal to, in a matter of seconds, dripping and empty.  You watched as his trousers grew tighter as an erection swelled under the fabric.  Both of you stared at each other for a few horrible seconds.  Of all places to meet your soulmate, why here?  Why now?

Your gaze flickered from his eyes to his mouth and you almost audibly groaned.  His pretty pink lips were parted slightly and they looked shiny with spit.  All you wanted to do was taste him.  From the way his eyes flicked down to your lips, you could only assume he wanted the same.

“You?”  He breathed out. 

“I could go,” you offered, though you could barely recognize the sound of your own voice.  He stared at you for a few long seconds.

“Don’t you dare.”

Then his mouth was on yours.  No ceremony, no build-up, just pure urgency.  His hands circled your waist as he waited for you to respond to his kiss.  Your eyes were open for a second as you contemplated the new situation, but before you knew it your eyes closed and you kissed him back.  He wasted no time in twisting his head and deepening the kiss.  Your inexperience didn’t seem to bother him as he worked his mouth with yours.  

He kissed you as if his life was on the line, as if this was the last time you would ever see each other.  For a moment, you wondered if that was true.  

The thought left your mind the moment his tongue swiped at your lower lip, requesting entrance.  You wasted no time in parting your lips and pushing your tongue against his.  You wondered if he really did taste like honey or if that was the soulmate hormone talking.  Your hands curled into his hair and he moaned at the contact.  Gratefully, you swallowed every noise that came from him.  

“I need to have you now,” he mumbled against your lips, “Please, let me have you.”

“I’m yours for the taking.”  

He wasted no time at all.  

In an instant, he was pushing you into a corner of the rose garden that was just out of sight of the entrance.  There wasn’t a bench or anything to sit on and he didn’t have anything to cushion the ground, but it didn’t really matter to either of you.  The emptiness between your legs was probably going to kill you if you didn’t have him immediately, so you pulled him to the ground and straddled his lithe hips. 

He gasped in surprise when his back hit the ground, but he grinned at your enthusiasm.  The kiss broken, you worked together to get your skirts out of the way and he tugged at your undergarments.  He glared at them like they were offensive to him personally.  He shot you a quick smirk before the sound of tearing fabric met your ears.

“Hey!  I kind of need those.”  You protested.

“I want to see what’s mine.”  

He lifted his head off the ground to gaze at your dripping sex.  You wonder if he could tell how wet you were just by a little kissing.  He moved one of his hands towards your center, shooting you a quick glance as if to ask permission.  The moment you nodded, the tips of his fingers grazed your outer sex and you gasped at the touch.  The mere touch alone tasted sweet.  

His fingers explored further, slipping beneath your lips to prod at your drenched hole.  He sucked in a sharp breath when he pushed his index finger into the first knuckle. 

“Damn, angel, you’re so wet.  This is all for me, hm?”   He pulled his fingers away and you groaned at the lack of contact.  Your eyes widened when he slipped his pointer finger into his mouth and lapped at your essence.  His eyes rolled into the back of his head at your taste before he looked up at you with eyes clouded with lust.  “Angel, I wish we had time for you to sit on my face so I can drink you up but right now I think I’ll die if I’m not inside you soon.” 

Honestly, you shared the sentiment.  You reached for the laces on his britches and tugged at them.  He leaned back and watched you wrestle with his pants for a few minutes.  However, it didn’t take him long to get needy himself and soon his fingers were joining yours. 

Together, you freed the laces and pushed his pants down just enough for his cock to pop out and slap onto his lower belly.  You were thankful that his shirt had ridden up a little in your efforts.  His dick, while being the only real one you’d ever seen, looked perfect.  It was thick and long and the head was a gorgeous shape of pink that matched his kiss swollen lips.  Since turning twenty one and being told about some of what to do, you had an idea of what was about to happen.  

“Have you ever seen one before?”  He grasped his cock with one hand and stroked it a few times.  His other hand gripped your waist and maneuvered you into place above him. 

“No, I’ve only heard about them, sir.”  You gasped when something hot and wet glided through your lower lips.  

“They really don’t teach you girls anything, do they?”  He tsked and pressed the head against your dripping hole.  With how wet you were, it could have slipped right in with no resistance.  “I’m going to put it inside you now.  There might very well be some discomfort, but you’re so wet I think you’ll drown my cock, so I think you’ll be fine.”

“Please, put it in.”  You practically begged, lowering your hips and accepting him into you.

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan when the head breached your entrance and began pushing inside you.  Your swollen walls stretched to accommodate him readily.  Like he said, there was a little discomfort from the initial stretch but there was no pain.  He moved the hand that was on his dick to your waist and used both hands to help you descend onto him.  You squeezed your eyes shut and let it happen.

When your hips were flush with one another, your thighs were shaking with effort.  You dropped your hands to his chest and held on for stability.  You kept your weight off him as much as you could, aside from how your pussy was finally wrapped around his delicious cock.  

“Are you alright?”  His soft voice made your eyes snap open to look at him.  His eyebrows were furrowed in concern and his grip on you tightened.  “You need not hold yourself up.”

“I am quite heavy, sir.  I don't want to crush you.”

“Nonsense.”   He growled, pushing down on your hips hard enough for your legs to give out.  Your full weight descended onto his hips, shoving his cock deeper into you and causing you both to let out groans of satisfaction.  The pressure of him being fully sheathed inside you made you want to cry.  It was as if he’d split you open.

Instantly, he lifted a hand to press it over your mouth.  Effortlessly, he pushed his hips up, held you in the circle of his arms and rolled you so you were on your back.  He shifted his hips a little bit just to be sure he wouldn’t slip out of you while he changed your position.  Once he was over you, dick still lodged within your warm and wet walls, he leaned down to whisper against your ear. 

“We don’t want to get caught, do we?  Stay quiet while I ruin you, yeah?”  

He kept his hand across your mouth as he ground his hips into you.  You groaned against his skin as the friction sent sparks of pleasure up your spine.  All of the discomfort of being filled melted away until all you could feel was absolute pleasure.  His cock massaged your insides perfectly with every single thrust.  He was so deep you could practically feel him in the back of your throat.  

You gazed up at him through your eyelashes, watching his face as he fucked you.  Every time he pushed in, his face contorted into a beautiful picture of pleasure.  Droplets of sweat trickled down his face, giving his skin a glowing sheen.  He gazed right back down at you, locking your eyes together with every grind of his hips.  From this angle, his shirt dipped down and you could see the expanse of his collarbones and chest.  You wished you had a better angle without all these pesky clothes in the way so you could see his cock as it entered you.

You mumbled against his sweaty hand, tasting the addicting salt of him.  

“Can you stay quiet if I take my hand away, my angel?”  He moaned lowly as a particularly deep thrust made you clench around him.  You nodded rapidly and he slowly pulled his hand away.  “What is it?”

“Faster,”  you begged.  You slightly pulled your knees up and your skirts away to give him more room.  “Please, sir, want to feel you.”

“Do you think you can handle it, precious angel?”  He threw two quick, hard thrusts into your heat and you bit back a pitiful moan.  You nodded quickly at his question.

“Please, I want more.”  You parted your knees a little more and it was his turn to moan.  He buried his head in your neck so that he could not be heard outside of your bubble. 

“Since you asked so nicely,”  He groaned and he began to pick up the pace.  Each thrust made an audible noise as your skin collided.  The burn between your legs grew and you reveled in the feeling.  

“S-so good,”  you reached for him to tangle your fingers in his hair, desperate for something to hold onto, “Don’t stop, sir.”

“Never, Angel.  Never.  You feel so fucking good.  So wet and tight for me.   Just wanna be inside you all the time, never wanna pull out.  You’re mine, yeah?  All mine, just mine.”  

His hands were everywhere.  He grabbed at your neck, your chest, reached below your skirts to grab your thighs before circling up towards a distinct target.  You weren’t sure what he was doing until his fingertips were collecting your slick and circling up your slit.  You didn’t think it could get much better until he circled a spot that had you biting his shoulder to keep from moaning loudly.  He grinned and kept his efforts focused on that spot.  

The pleasure began to mount.  Something pulled taut in your stomach and your legs began to shake.  A string in your belly tensed.  Your pussy ached from his constant rough thrusting but it sent sparks of pleasure all the way down to your toes.  

“Sir, please… please it feels-”  You weren’t sure what you were begging for but your soulmate seemed to double his efforts.  He thrust harder and pressed a little more on the swollen bundle of nerves at your center.  

“It’s okay, angel.  Just lay back and feel.  Don’t think of anything else.  Cum for me,”  He peppered kisses on your sweaty neck and collarbones.  

You focused on the pleasure building within you.  The peak approached you quicker than you would have liked, but before you knew it something wondrous washed over you.  Your thighs clenched around him and a choked moan caught in your throat.  You grabbed onto his shoulders and dug your nails into his skin, desperate for something to hold onto as a powerful orgasm washed over you.  

Your soulmate kept pushing his thick cock into you, but he slowed down to help you ride out your orgasm without overwhelming you.  Something sticky slipped out of you and he was sure that you’d left a gorgeous white ring of cum at the base of his cock.  

His angel had given him a halo.

He moved his hand away from your clit and anchored his elbows by your head.  He landed several soft kisses on your cheeks and lips but you were too far gone to respond.  Your ears were ringing and all you could think about was the avalanche of pleasure between your legs.  Waves of your orgasm made your thighs quiver a little.  You stared at the leaves above you and the golden streaks of light that stole in from the gaps.  The world slowly formed around you.  When you met his eyes, he smiled warmly.

“There you are.”  He whispered.

“That was… amazing.”  You sighed, but it turned into a gasp as your soulmate rocked his hips into yours a few times. 

“Angel, I still need to cum, too.  We can stop if you want but I need to-”

“Yes!  Please, keep going.”  You begged suddenly.  Your walls ached from the exertion but you also craved the feeling of him inside you even more. 

“Yeah?”  He groaned lowly as he pushed into you again.  He moaned into your neck as his pace began to increase more and more.  “Good.  Fuck, angel, I can’t wait to cum inside you.  Please can I cum inside you?”

“Yes, please!”  You begged.  

You knew what could happen if he came in you and you didn’t really want that right now, but the desire and the need to feel his release inside of you overpowered every other thing in the world.  You probably wouldn’t have cared if the prince walked in on you at this point.  

Your soulmate’s thrusts began to pick up speed.  The overstimulation in your pussy stung but you gritted your teeth through it.  His moans got higher in pitch and he panted wetly against your neck.

“I’m getting close, angel.”  He grunted above you.

His thick cock speared into you over and over again.  His heavy balls slapped against your ass and you just knew that he would have a lot of cum to give you. 

Your assumption was proven right only moments later.  He groaned loudly, shoved himself as deep into you as he could go, and his milky release coated your insides.  The pressure and the warmth against your cervix made your skin tingle at the base of your spine and you figured you could probably cum again.  You reached down between your legs and gasped to find your center slick and messy.  You rubbed your fingertips around until you hit your clit.  

It only took a few short rubs before your cunt clamped onto him.  He moaned at the feeling.

He thrusted shallowly into you a few times to ride out his high and every push resulted in another generous spurt of cum inside you.  It was as if your orgasm triggered his to last longer.

Finally, he slumped against you.  He did his best to keep his full weight off you but at this angle it couldn’t be helped.  You didn’t mind.  Despite the warmth of the day and the fact that your skin was sweat slicked, you needed him close.  

Together, you laid on the ground in each other’s arms for a few seconds.  The afterglow began to set in.  You craved his body close.  It must have only been seconds because a loud voice boomed through the garden, startling you both back into the real world. 

“Where is he!  He is going to be late to his own party!  I don’t care what he wants!  He’ll be an embarrassment to the royal family if he doesn’t make an appearance!  Search the grounds, go!  Now!”  A stern voice barked.

“Oh, shit.”  Your soulmate muttered. 

In an instant, he slid out of you, stood up and worked on redoing the laces on his pants.  His nimble fingers got the job done in almost no time.  It left you to quickly gather yourself.  Your undergarments were ripped but you could tie the scraps a little to keep yourself somewhat decent.  You fixed your skirts and started to get up, but your soulmate spoke again.

“Let me.”  His soft voice sounded sweet, like the roses.

He offered you his hand and he helped you rise to your feet and brush off the leaves and petals from your skirt.  When you met his eyes, you were shocked by the grief swimming in them.

“Are you okay?”  You reached out to cup his cheek in your hand but he flinched away from your touch.

“I’m sorry, I must go.”  He turned on his heel and started out of the garden. 

“Wait… what?”  You gasped out and followed him a few steps. 

“I must go.  I’m sorry, I wish I could stay but… I’ve waited too long and duty calls.” 

“But… wait, shouldn’t we talk about this?”  You followed him to the archway that led into the garden.  He stopped abruptly, his back to you for a few seconds.  His breath heaved.  When he turned to face you, his eyebrows were hardset.

“No.  I’m sorry, this shouldn’t have happened.  You can’t be my soulmate.  They would never allow it.  Let’s try to forget this ever happened, okay?  It’s for the best.”  His hard voice sent a shock down your spine.

You stared at him in surprise.  He didn’t give you the time to retort before he was stalking away and disappearing into the green.  You hurried after him but quickly found that you had no idea where you were going.  The turns and the bushes all looked identical.  

Tears welled in your eyes.  The more you searched for him, the more lost you became.  You ran blindly through the garden, your dress swirling at your ankles.  The sun beat down on you and a bead of sweat dripped down your temple.  Was it sweat on your face, or tears?  Was it sweat dripping down your legs, or cum? 

You ran until you bumped into a palace maid.  Both of you cried out in surprise and fell back.  You were unable to stop yourself from crying.  The other maid scolded you for making her drop her washing, but she stopped after a moment when she noticed your hysterical state. 

“Are you alright?”  She asked tentatively. 

“I don’t know… I… my soulmate… the party!  I’m lost!  What if… my mistress… she needs me.”  You wailed, dropping your head into your hands. 

“Are you a ladies maid for one of the ladies at the party?” 

“Yes.  I only stepped away for a moment but I got lost!”

“It’s okay!  It’ll be okay, I promise.”  The maid soothingly rubbed your arm.  “Let’s get you back to the party, okay?  You’re not far.”

The maid led you through the garden.  You followed blindly, not really paying any attention to where you were going.  The garden didn’t hold as much beauty as it did a few minutes ago.  You kept your eyes peeled for the gardener.  Your soulmate.  

Like she said, it wasn’t long before soft music filled the air.  A harp, by the light, airy sound of it.  Then the murmur the guests followed.  Before anyone could come into sight, the maid turned around and stopped you. 

“You look a mess, my dear.  Let’s clean you up first.  You don’t want your lady to see you in this state, do we?”  The palace maid gently wiped away your tears and smoothed your hair.  She pulled a few leaves out of the tangled strands. 

“Why are you being so nice to me?”  You sniffled.  The maid smiled sadly. 

“My soulmate is above my standing, too, love.” 

“What?  No, it’s the gardener… he just ran off and-”

“There.”  The maid smoothed your hair one last time.  “Go on!  You don’t want to keep your lady waiting.”  

Before you could think to ask what she meant, the maid hurried back into the garden, leaving you alone with your thoughts.  

Only moments ago, you were with the person you were meant to be with but now you were alone.  Your body ached and your eyes burned from crying.  You needed a drink.  

Instead, you held your head high and ventured back into the garden where the party was in full swing.  So to speak.  A few women danced in a clearing next to the pavilion where the musicians played.  Mostly, people milled about, sipped on drinks, and snacked on hors d'Oeuvres.  The girls wore various lightly colored pastel dresses that glittered and shimmered in the sunlight.  If you were sweating in your dress, you were certain that the girls in attendance would be feeling faint.  Luckily, there were several open-air tents pitched around the garden where the girls who weren’t partaking in the festivities could rest. 

It came to no surprise to you that Joy had set up underneath one of the tents.  You made your way over to her and she waved at you the second she saw you weaving through the crowd.  You hurried to her side and you curtsied deeply in apology.

“Miss, I apologize for slipping away without saying anything first, I-”

“You what?”  Joy blinked at you in surprise.  “You know what, it’s okay.  It’s no matter.  I called you over because the prince is about to make his entrance!  I wanted you to get a good look at him.  There’s a tiny chance he’ll be my soulmate, afterall.”

“It might be nice to live at the palace.”  You cleared your throat, hoping that she wouldn’t catch on to the fact that tears still brimmed in your eyes. 

“It is quite pretty, isn’t it?  I’m not sure if I could stomach all of the royal duties.  Waving at crowds, kissing babies, the politics within the court.  How exhausting!  Maybe if he’s handsome then this wouldn’t be so bad.”  Joy sighed, “Y/N, how I wish you were a lady.  I would rather sit with you, gossip, and share this food with you.  Maybe I should have dressed you up in one of my gowns and pretended you were my cousin from out of town.”

“I’m afraid I’d be useless at one of these parties.” 

“Nonsense!  Didn’t I teach you to dance when we were teenagers?  You know all the steps.”  Something clicked in Joy’s head and she jumped.  “A-ha!  Y/N!  I had Crystal pack an extra gown and corset in case I spilled tea on this one.  After the party, let’s dress you in that!  You can attend the ball with me!  Not as a maid, but as a friend.”

“Miss!  I don’t think that would be proper.  I am only a maid and-”

“No one will recognize you!  Once you put on a gown, no one will be the wiser.  What do you say?” 

“I’m not sure if that’s wise-”

“ALL RISE.”  A voice boomed over the party. 

The music and the murmur of the crowd lulled and faded out.  A butler stood up a few stairs on a path towards the palace.  He stood tall and held a cone in his hand in order to amplify his voice.  Those who were seated scrambled to their feet, Joy included. 

“I am here to announce the entrance of the Royal Prince Lee Minho!  All bow!”  The butler screamed into the cone.  A few birds squawked and flew out of their nest that was in a tree along the back wall of the garden.

The musicians played a fanfare.  You joined in bowing with all of the guests and maids at the party.  The music swelled and you peeked up to see if you could catch a glimpse of the prince. 

His footsteps echoed on the stone path.  His pants were blindingly white but it was offset by a blood red officer's coat, adorned with a sash and multiple medals of honor.  A golden circlet crown sat atop his head.  His stoic face- wait.

That face. 

That gait. 

His cat-like eyes surveyed the crowd, taking in his subjects.  Prince Minho’s shoulders were set and broad.  There was no happiness in his face and, in fact, his eyes looked a little puffy as if he’d just woken up or if… he’d been crying.  

His face was one you knew well.  You’d know him anywhere.  It would be impossible to forget the man whose cum was currently dripping down your legs. 

Your stomach lurched and you could have sworn that you were going to throw up.  

“Lady Joy?”  You whispered. 

“Hm?”

“I’ll take you up on it.  I want to go to the ball.”  

You looked back up at the Prince to find him staring right back at you.  He showed no surprise on his face, only melancholy.  

Horror settled inside you when the realization washed over your senses.  Everything and nothing made sense all at once. 

Prince Minho was your soulmate.

Part Two ->

[lixenn]

*throws confetti*

Happy White Day!

To celebrate the occasion and as a belated gift for the Guide's one year anniversary (which was yesterday), I decided to release a DanSqu romance snippet into the wild. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: This scene plays in the far future of the Housekeeping AU and I plan to include it in The Cause of Causality (though this might change in case it won't fit into the narrative any longer). Therefore, this includes minor spoilers for the story.

Dan inspected himself in the bathroom mirror. The marks stood out sharp against his skin, decorating his neck like possessive jewellery. He debated if it's worth to cover them up. On the one hand everyone would be insufferable in their teasing, he can already hear Dave wolfwisthling and Vlasta giving him a smug look. On the other hand, covering them would take time, effort and make up and it would make things so much worse if they find out afterwards. Also covering them once would mean covering them always and he really cannot be bothered. 

An arm sneaked across his waist pulling him against a firm chest. 

"What has you thinking that hard?"

Squalo's voice rasped against his ear, still rough from sleep.

"Hickeys."

"Hmmm?"

Dan sighed. "Thinking about covering them up."

The grip on his waist tightened and the ocean at his back went from cozy warm to deeply cold and bristling. Apparently, the shark was not amused at his musings.

"No," Squalo bit out.

"No?"

"No cover up," Squalo actually poked one of the bruises. Dull pain bloomed on his neck and Dan swatted away the finger, annoyed. "You're not allowed to hide them. Wear them with pride or not at all."

Reluctant fondness bubbled up in Dan's chest. 

Of course he's a possessive bastard about this. I shouldn't have expected anything different.

"I will direct any teasing your way then, darling~"

"Tch. I'm not dealing with your idiots. You're on your own." In contrast to Squalo's words, his flames warmed up and curled around Dan's like a pleased cat. 

Laughter built in his throat but he suppressed it, knowing it would be taken the wrong way. Instead he leaned against the Rain's shoulder, gifting him a lazy smile. 

"But you're the one that gave me half of these. You should take responsibility."

Delighted, Dan watched as red dusted Squalo's cheek once again, though he still stubbornly held his gaze, never one to back down first even when embarrassed. 

Cute. Why is the feared Sword Emperor so fucking adorable? It's no fair.

The urge to take a bite out of those apple bright cheeks overcame him and Dan saw no reason to resist. So he indulged himself, stood on his tiptoes and took a little nibble. Just a small one, barely leaving a mark but Squalo still startled like Dan drew blood. 

So overdramatic. 

"VOIII!? What the hell?"

Squalo ripped himself from their embrace, his hand covering his cheek as if protecting it from further assault. The blush covered his entire face now, filling Dan with smug satisfaction. 

He shrugged, smile turning into a grin. "Payback's a bitch. You're not the only one that can bite, Captain."

The offended look his words granted him was a thing of beauty and Dan couldn't hold his laughter back again. It pearled through the room, filling it with joy and Squalo lost his offence, exchanging it with quiet wonder.

Squalo stepped closer again, reaching for Dan and cupping his face with his real hand. His palm was rough and weathered, but Dan leaned into it anyways, closing his eyes in content. 

Moments like this are rare, small pockets of happiness in a life that is filled with blood and violence. Dan always tried his best to enjoy them for as long as they lasted, knowing that joy is fleeting and needed to be savoured. Who knows when they will have time for it again?

Soft lips brushed against his forehead, temple, nose until they found his own and Dan melted into the kiss, humming happily. It lacked the urgency and hunger from last night, more chaste than passionate but no less filled with love. 

After a few seconds, Dan reluctantly pulled back from his lover. He rested his head on Squalo's shoulder, gathering his energy to face the rest of the day. 

"Duty calls," he sighed, already dreading going back to work. 

"You could stay in. Take a break for once."

Dan raised an eyebrow at him, judgement clear on his face.

"Yeah, fair." With one last kiss on Dan's forehead the two of them separated, just in time to feel the walls shake from an explosion. Because of course it did. 

The pair shared a tired look and rolled their eyes at the ceiling in synch, as if begging for divine intervention. 

"I swear to God if Blaze is playing around with dynamite again, I will drown him in next rain puddle I can find."

Squalo scoffed. "Not if I slice him to bits first."

"Hah! You're on!"

[lix88888]

New fic!

Get it here!

[feelbokkie]

another The Great Christmas Deception spoiler bc i'm obsessed

"Ah!" The light returns to Felix's face as he claps his hands together. "Introduce them to your boyfriend."

"Did you hear the part where I said I was single? What boyfriend?" You scoff.

Felix innocently tilts his head to the side and points to himself. "Me,"

"You want me to lie to my family?" You say a bit too loudly, forgetting that you're work and that there are customers still in the coffee shop. "At Christmas?"

"It's not technically a lie." He shrugs calmly.

"You are not my boyfriend, Felix."

"Am I not a boy?"

"That's not really for me to say,"

"I know I have the whole androgenous thing going for me. But besides that, yes or no?"

"...Yes,"

"--And am I not your friend?"

"I get where you're going with this but--"

"Am I your friend, Y/n?"

"Yes, but--"

"Perfect, I'm your boyfriend. They don't need to know about the space between 'boy' and 'friend.' It's a little white lie."

[stresskidz]

Apparently i watched the kitten skz interview july 9th 2024, and i thought july 21st was my anniversary. However i stalked the Felix tag in march so hah idek happy 6 month anniversary to me being a stay sometime these days ✨

[jazz-the-writer]

Guys it’s not going good .! (Last edited: 4/28/25)

Guys I feel like I’m doing this blog thing wrong. I find myself just editing my posts is this how people do this???????????

To sum this all up. I’m an older woman, I have a family I love very much. I’ll come back to this…..it’s currently 9pm…::::guys it’s 2145

Feel like I gotta separate these detours.

It’s now 2252 so basically this is my gushing about skz. I’m contemplating on continuing this tbh….idk I’m feeling a little overwhelmed with work. I’m a trainer for back office medical staff. All of them including doctors. Basically it took me a while ass year to move departments cause I was a back office Medical Assistant. During that year and all those interviews (it was like 4) I was posting on TikTok.

My user is: @hopelessskz

So anyway. I was basically freaking out about my interviews and taking skz posts as signs of encouragement lmao. I was a victim of delulu land. Anyway I’m trying to thank skz for giving me confidence in my interviews and I made it through my promotion process. Also when I was in clinic seeing patients, sometimes the older guys want to try and pick you up, for me it was easier to make up a fake life. I didn’t like being closed in rooms with them without making them think I was a “taken woman”.

One time this middle eastern older man like in his 50’s was asking me how old I was (common question btw cause I was pretty young to have this career I finished my schooling by the time I was 19. I’ve been doing this for 7 years) and he asked if I was married so…..

At that time I was already in love with skz. So naturally I told the old geezer I was married, he was like “oh what’s his name?” I was like (=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ “oh it’s Felix” and then ensued the conversation

Old geezer: do you have any kids?

Me: yeah

Old geezer: oh how many?

Me: two

Old geezer: how old are they?

You get the picture. I ended up at having a husband (Felix) of 6years(=^▽^)σ cause I said I got married at 17 or something. …any way I think I said I had a 4year old and a two year old….. sorry Felix I made you a father at 15 oh my god this is……. You see this is why I’m not meant to be here. Lix please just reject me already.

Anyway the old geezer was creepy and told me he had two wives and was looking for a third….

Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) needless to say I had to make a fake family. Sorry.

Today I had to take apart my bed frame, but my Sasquatch 14 year old nephew went and did it for me, so I had to be the bitch hauling bed parts and tossing shit out. Look I’m trying to get my stretches in and shit but it’s hard when you got a desk job \(//∇//)\. All I had to do was crawl under my bed to get all my Hobbit shit out. Look all jokes are always aimed at skz for being short but you know the average height for women. (In America idk I can’t remember where I found the article ok???)

Edit: 2minutes later: fucken shit the average height is 5’5 I know you’re all going to be a noticeable difference in stature. I got lost in the thought of comparing it in person and it’s terrifying and spiral inducing. Idk how to words right now. I am stuck with Lee Felix on the brain. How do I??????

I’m 5’3 on a good day. Skz would be giants to me. Even Changbin ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You know this is getting bad. I’m too old for this

Why it look like he wanna be my Lockscreen?????

Felix I have a job. I can’t have you as my phone screen. I just used to tell my patients that I had a husband named Felix so the creepy 50 year old geezers would stop hitting on me.

If any one asks we have two girls. Oh my I don’t know. Anyway.

You can’t be my Lock Screen and I’m happy for you, but so upset I haven’t been to a Coldplay concert. Ugh forget it I would never.

Guys I’m a hermit. I don’t do things. And my Bestie wants to come see me for new years or some shit. I’m terrified to tell my sister and it’s only April.

I’m I never thanked them for helping me get through some pretty rough job interviews. I think I screen shot the texts.

Ok so like I got lost in my screen shots and oh my Felix.

Wtf???????

I think my bestie added that text she’s a psych head. I forget what she’s studying. I am however still struggling with my successful Medicine Career and I’m in a new chapter of it. It’s only gonna boost my resume later when I go back to school. Jesus fuck guysz I can’t.

I tried. I really did . I can’t, M’just so fucken really bad at learning more about my new position and going back to actual School. Lmao school now includes academia

…..fucken hell it feels like I’m so fucking old to still be doing this.

EDIT IDK HOW MUCH LATER OKAY!?!??:

Always the shuffle betraying me during my showers🥲🫠

The song after was 143 I am taking forever with this. I’m trying to be calm BUT ITS GETTING DIFFICULT!

[stargazeraldroth]

The worst part of being good at making OCs is that, in most cases, I struggle to make anything for them outside of my mind. I can write, but I don't have the motivation. I can't draw (especially not digitally good lord), but I sure as hell can come up with jaw-dropping, breath-taking images in my head.

[fuckitupfelix]

shiesty mark and male reader fighting. reader snatches his mask midway or something😭

LMAOO WAIT I FW THIS

snatched

shiesty! mark x male reader

wc: 0.4k

he's an asshole. it's hot— but also annoying as shit.

warnings: canon typical violence, one small suggestive joke, reader kinda just shit talks mark a bunch near the end

shiesty mark is many things. is he a fair fighter? no. does he keep his mouth clean? no. is he pleasant to be around? also no. there's really nothing redeemable about him; that much you've already gathered from the past twenty minutes of fighting him. something about his inherent cockiness, the baseless assumption that he can handle fighting you and not break a sweat— it makes your blood boil.

but it is the slightest bit attractive— the way he flicks the blood off of his hands with ease; how, even with his face fully covered, you can feel his intensity.

'dont pop a boner, now,' you think wryly.

"zoning out during a fight? are you not takin' this shit seriously?" mark scoffs, and you're gently reminded by his fist colliding with your jaw that you are, in fact, still fighting him.

the force of that punch launches you backwards and down into the pavement of the road. a weak groan leaves your lips and you sit up; warm blood trickles down your now-busted lip. right. you still have to deal with him. you get back up, pushing yourself at full speed towards him. you tackle him head on, a small grin on your face as you feel the air get knocked out of him.

mark is pinned to the ground under you. you spit and a glob of your blood lands on his veil— you deserve to be a little petty.

"eugh, seriously? that's fuckin' gross, [name]," he grimaces— at least, you think he does. you can't tell exactly. the lack of facial expressions and his voice being muffled aren't exactly helping.

"oh, fuck it," you mutter, and you grab the bottom of his veil and you rip that shit off. and oh. there lies mark. he looks exactly like your mark. huh. you don't know what else you were expecting.

"what the fuck—" he sputters, but gets cut off by you punching him. you aim for his nose, and there's a satisfying crrack! that makes your fingers tingle, paired with the actual sight of blood.

"you talk a lot of shit—" you punch him again, and again, and your knuckles burn but it feels so worth it to finally shut him up. "—for someone that isn't even the original. this is pathetic." and he just.. grins at you.

"fucking finally!" mark groans, rolling his shoulders and grabbing your arm just as you were about to punch him again. "i was waiting for this shit to get exciting."

CAN YOU TELL I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE HOW TO WRITE FIGHTING SCENES IM SO SORRY OML 😭

[dwaekkicidal]

~600 words | warnings: suggestive, "best friend" lix, hickies, marking

only unholy thoughts about his neck and that little adam's apple...

youve always been curious if they were sensitive or not. and, being the best friend a person could ever ask for, felix doesnt hesitate to allow you to experiment with his.

it starts off really tame. you just ghost your finger over it a few times, taking note of the way he shivers.

then you move up a level, placing soft little kisses on top of it and definitely noticing the way his breaths turn frantic and how he can't seem to find a comfortable seating position.

you test the waters and branch out, slowly but surely going from small kisses directly on top of his adams apple to bolder kisses that are spread across the entirety of his neck and a few even on his collarbone.

and then you test his boundaries even further by licking a line from the bottom of the small bump all the way to the top and ending it off with a kiss to the peak of it.

you pull away slightly to witness the way his chest has become flushed and, if you peeked up just the slightest bit, you would see the way his ears matched his chest.

but... he doesnt push you away? in fact, he snakes a hand into your hair and lightly tugs at your scalp, almost tempting you to lean back in. and who are you to deny your bff??

you dont bother focusing on the adams apple anymore. no... you both are far too gone to keep up that façade. so you lean back in and push your lips against the side of his neck. he tilts his head for you as you lick a random line up the skin there, then you latch on and suck a pretty little mark into his skin.

and that causes the very first actual sound to fall from him. its a breathy, almost silent, deep moan. almost exactly how you imagined it. but you can tell it startled him and he starts holding himself back, so you do it again. this time moving to the other side of his neck to the area where his neck and his jaw connect. you suck lightly, just a test to see what reaction he would have

he keens, and his back arches into you as a pretty, high-pitched, moan falls from his lips. albeit still on the quieter side. you smile against his neck and place another kiss before roughly sucking a mark right next to the previous. you suck it for a lot longer than the other ones before you pull away completely, sitting up until your faces are mere inches away from each other.

you glance down at his neck thats now painted with pretty hickeys on it. but something catches your eyes on the way down, and you look back up to get a look at his lips. they're swollen; red and shiny, so you can only assume he's been sucking them harshly in an attempt to quiet himself.

his face dips down and he huffs before looking back up to meet your eyes again. you follow his eyes down to his crotch where a prominent bulge is showing against his jeans. you subconsciously lick your lips and catch your bottom lip between your teeth as you look back up at him.

you both are hyperaware of each other's bodies; the heat radiating off of him, the flushed, warm sensation on both of your cheeks, and the heavy breathes that fill the space between you.

he stares into your eyes with a look that should be scary to you. that rings every single panic alarm in that foggy little brain of yours. but when his eyes glance down to your lips and he slowly leans forward, those same alarms immediately get drowned out and you lean forward too.

fuck it. you were never actually friends anyways.

taglist;

@valkyriexo @lunearta @jabmastersupriseee @rylea08

@yaorzu-blog @amararosesblog @jiminssluttyminx @clemissleepy

@miss-daisy04 @kittyxnoa @dwaekkiiracha @bubblerizz

[day-night-darlix]

HELLO GAY PEOPLE!!!

NEW FIC I JUST FINISHED WRITING

aventio hurt/comfort with a heavy dose of too sweet by hozier!! enjoy !!!

[seungisms]

where’d you go :(

seasonal depression is a bitch but we’re back 🤩

[lix88888]

Family

The Star Sanses were all in bed together, enjoying their sleep.

"DAD!" "MOOOOOOM!"

Oh well, not anymore.

Two blurry shapes cannonballed onto their beds, rudely awakening the trio.

"Ygha!" Blue said, as he tumbled out of bed. He was the lucky one, as Ink and Dream both had a child on their sternum, suffocating them.

"Dad Dad Dad!" Camellia said as he bounced up and down, making a half-asleep Dream wheeze "It's today! It's TODAY!" "Hggn, what is today?" said Ink, out of breath. "OUR CAMPING TRIP!" Palette yelled at one (1) inch from his face, making him wince.

Blue, seeing as his partners were handling the situation and that their third child was missing, made a strategic retreat and went downstairs, hoping to find Blueprint in the kitchen having breakfast.

He loved all of the children, he really did, but Camellia and Palette were very boisterous and rambunctious, and hadn't yet learned to tone it down a bit, not even at (he took a glance at the clock as he climbed the last step) 7:12 in the morning.

As Blue had suspected, Blueprint was busy eating a bowl of cereal, looking very sleepy. As he noticed his father coming down the stairs, the 9-year-old smiled at him.

"Hey buddy" Blue said, taking out a bowl from the cupboard "wanted to get away from the chaos?" Blueprint ducked his skull with a small blush and nodded. "Camellia and Palette are... very loud. Just like Mom."

Blue chuckled as he pet his skull, sitting next to him and pouring some milk in his bowl. "That's true, but that's half the fun, isn't it?" Blueprint shrugged and kept eating.

It always amused Blue how Ink insisted to being referred to as Mom by all of the kids, insisting that "he made all of them!", though that was more true with Camellia than with the other two, as Ink had made him a body and then Blue and Dream added their magic to create a soul for him.

Their youngest was the only child that was actually planned, as Palette and Bluepritn had been the results of magical accidents, but Blue wouldn't have it any other way.

A crash was heard upstairs.

"WE'RE OKAY!"

Even if their house got wrecked more often than not.

"Can we... go take pictures of animals when we go camping? Just the two of us?" "Of course, buddy."

Stomping was heard down the stairs, and so Blue put his hands over Blueprint's skull to block out the noise. Ink ran down the stairs with Palette on his shoulders, while Camellia was at his side gently dragging a still tired Dream by the hand.

"COME OOOOOOON! WE'RE GONNA BE LAAAAAAATE!" Dream mumbled something about there being no timing, and so Camellia started loudly listing all of the things they just HAD to do, and that they couldn't POSSIBLY miss out on!

"Oh, I'm so ready!" Ink said, prompting a "Me too!" out of Palette as he threw his hands in the air, almost making Ink lose his balance. "Careful Palette!" "Sorry Mom!"

Seeing their third child at the kitched table, Ink tried to shush the other two, but only managed to make more noise.

Blueprint started laughing quietly, and so Blue removed his hands from his skull and got up to go help Palette come down without cracking his skull open.

No other way.

@starsanspolyweek

The ship children are:

Camellia (Dreamberry) by @xxspirit Palette (Drink) by @angeutblogo Blueprint (Inkberry) by @pepper-mint