#I call this aesthetic ���warm angst” :'D

[juiche]

a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

get your own print here ❤️

[cinistrs]

✦✧ a good liar, a good lie ✧✦

kaeya alberich x gn!reader

word count: 490 words— i consider it a ficlet!

content warnings: nothing out of the ordinary, a tiny little bit of name calling ("darling"), pinning, and the featured character (kaeya) conflicted with inner struggles.

also maybe the fact that this is all in lowercase for aesthetic purposes, and that the editor is no one but yours truly.

autor note: though i wrote this piece to be pretty moderate (it was a warm-up exercise), i am struggling to figure out if this could qualify as fluff or angst. if you think there's something i should tag, please let me know! ;D

enjoy! <3

initially, kaeya wasn’t going to even try to pursue a relationship with you. it was a bit ironic, yes, considering that one of the major traits people could tell about him, is that he was such a big flirt.

kaeya had the skills to flirt with anyone, and so easily too! merchants and townsfolk, drinking buddies and even criminals; you name it. being drawn into his aura of charm wasn’t a rare occurrence, and no one could be blamed for it, really. kaeya knew what he was capable of. he knew that if he tried with the best he had, his success normally would be guaranteed.

and for this exact same reason, he was determined to never get too close to you.

don’t get him wrong; the way you made his heart flutter was something undeniable. but the catch with kaeya is that he’s just way too good at his job.

and when your job is lying, it kind of becomes an issue.

because kaeya was fake. so, so, fake. everything you could see in him, everything you could ever hear from him— they were nothing but lies. lies crafted carefully to fulfill a purpose, lies that held everything together. lies that, sometimes, —as a product of years of practice— he couldn’t help to say as easily as it was to breathe.

lies that, deep down, kaeya knew were going to fall apart one day.

and kaeya couldn’t risk the consequences.

at least, not with you.

not when, more often than not, seeing you was the only thing that made his day worth it; not when you were the only person to which he didn’t feel the need to put up an act, his reluctance to treat you the same way he treated others giving him the chance to be a bit more genuine every time he spoke to you.

and yes, you couldn't even begin to imagine all the secrets and unpleasant truths kaeya stealthily stored behind his charismatic persona; but when your lips curved at the sight of him, the smile that blossomed in his face was genuine.

and so, kaeya told himself, tirelessly, that he shouldn’t get his hopes up; that he had to avoid giving you hope. even when time passed and you started to softly place your hand on his arm before saying goodbye— even as he let you.

the warnings repeated in his head over and over; fruitlessly resonating as he gently held your hand for a second before heading off.

and he no longer could hear them when a “darling” so tenderly fell off his lips when he asked you if you had missed him during his last mission.

and yes, kaeya said he wasn’t going to pursue a relationship with you, really— but at least he’s good at his job.

and he can’t help but think: if he repeats his own lies long enough, maybe he will start to believe them too.

[yupitsbambi]

Wildflower | Lucifer | Heart Ache Mixtape | Part 1

S O N G : S E L F I S H - Madison Beer

This is the first addition to my Heart Ache Mixtape series!! I’m a slut for aesthetic photos and fanatsizing about my boys while blasting tunes. All of these fics will be based off of a song on my playlist, but not all of them will be angst, though my hand might slip. Buckle up beauties!

P L O T : MC has been in the Devildom for almost two years now, and has been hopelessly in love with our devilishly handsome Lucifer. However, after being ditched yet again on New Years so Lucifer can go entertain Diavolo’s guests, MC has finally reached her breaking point.

W O R D C O U N T: 6k!!! (Wtf)

W A R N I N G S: Fem! Reader. ANGST! Arguements. Detached lover. Heartbreak. Cursing probably. Abandonment issues. Toxic relationships..

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

PS: I tried to avoid using “she” as much as possible- so if you’re non-binary or just a guy who’s down to wear a dress and heels, this should still be readable!

10:20 AM-

Waking up in an empty bed was never a good surprise.

When you rolled over, reaching aimlessly for the DDD you were sure you had left charging on your nightstand, the cool sheet glossed over your skin causing a shiver to roll through your spine. Yet another reminder of the lack of your boyfriend's warm torso next to you. How great.

It wasn’t as if this was an unusual occurrence. Lucifer had made a habit of drifting back towards his study in the early hours of the morning, unable to let the paperwork stew in his mind any longer. It had been months since you had woken up in your lovers embrace- after all, duty called.

Unlocking your phone screen you were greeted with another unwelcome scene- not a single text from him. At least you had a few other notifications to entertain yourself: Majolish’s latest drop, an alert that your Akuzon package had shipped, and of course, a few messages from your favorite brothers.

“Happy New Years Eve!!!” A text from Asmo read, along with a photo of himself with a breakfast mimosa. You smiled softly to yourself, knowing he was probably holed up in his closet right now, preparing himself for his extraness of the celebration tonight. You figured you would join him once you were up and feeling like a human again- he had told you he had a ‘very special’ outfit in order for you tonight, and wouldn’t let you get out of a good pregame and prep with him. After all, a mimosa didn’t sound half bad.

“Save one for me!” you replied, sending a kissing Demoji back his way. While you were waiting for his response, you swiped your way to your next text.

“Hey human, don’t forget about the Gala tonight. Do you know what you’re wearing yet?” Mammon’s contact image grinned up at you from the top of your screen. As if you could forget about that damn Gala… Lucifer had been prepping it for the past few weeks now. The extra load had done nothing but sour his mood and pry you away from him, always claiming that Diavolo was relying on him to make this the biggest bash so far, and that he would have to take a rain check on whatever plans you had made. Trying not to let the bitterness wash over you, you quickly busted out a reply.

“Not yet, but I’m sure Asmo has something planned. What about you?” Mammon was already typing almost as soon as you hit send.

“Bout to look as sexy as ever, dropped a pretty penny on a new suit. Almost killed me though, but DAMN am I gonna look fine.” Another grin graced your cheeks.

“I’m sure you will, Mamoney.”

“Wear that gold necklace I like, then we can match.”

“I’ll try and convince Asmo to fit that into my wardrobe, but no guarantees. You know how he is. I can’t get a word in when he has a plan in mind for my outfit.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

Just as you were about to respond, another message came through, halting your speeding fingers.

“By the way, Lucifer asked me to drive you tonight, and to keep you entertained, or somthin. So meet me in my room after getting ready. So don’t take too long doing your fancy shit, im not trying to be late and get my ass torn into.”

Of course. Why would Lucifer, your boyfriend, make time to escort you to the dance? He was busy with more important things. Like always. You thought back to earlier this week, when you had gone to his room after dinner in an attempt to get some alone time with your now-absentee lover.

———

You were sitting crosslegged on his bed, watching him drone over some paperwork for the hundredth time. The perfectionism in him could not be stopped, be it hell or high water. While you gazed at him solemnly, he finally acknowledged your presence, voice cutting through the air sharply.

“Just so you’re aware, I will likely be busy the night of the party. Diavolo has some very important guests coming, and it will be my job to host them. Am I clear?”

His final statement sent a cold blade right through your heart. You understood he had responsibilities, and you would never want to get in the way of that. You were always there to support him, and your patience had been unwavering so far. Although you visited him for your needs, just a little love, you never pushed him to abandon his work. And here he was, acting as if you were a spoiled, needy brat, like you were going to throw a fit at the slightest diversion of his attention.

You spoke slowly and methodically, serious tinging the edge of your words.

“Firstly, please don’t speak to me like I’m one of your brothers. I respect your boundaries, and your work, and have never once attempted to cross the lines you have set for us.”

With a sigh, he hung his head in exhaustion. Dropping the pen he was gripping onto his desk, he swiveled the chair toward you, now looking directly into your rosed face. His silence told you to continue, so you surged foreword.

“Secondly, I will not bother you on New Years. I know this is important to you. I know that’s why you’ve been so distant, and even cold to me, recently. But I have one request.”

“Which is?” He prompted softly, resting his head on his laced fingers. Warm red eyes watched you intently.

“It’s a tradition in the human world to share a kiss with the one you love on midnight. It’s a promise of prosperity, and love, and hope for a new beginning. I would appreciate it if you could find me before the clock chimes, spend a minute of your time with me, to celebrate us for a moment.” Your voice began to crack, and you leaned your head foreword so he wouldn’t see the tears welling up in your eyes. “I don’t ask much of you, Lucifer. I’m only asking for a minute of your time. I just want to have that one moment of happiness, just for us.”

The silence echoed through the room again. You could hear the sound of him breathing, matched with your ragged ones as you attempted to choke the tears back down into your throat. You didn’t want to cry over him- over this. After a moment, a soft clack of his shoes across the floor joined the chorus you two had created.

A soft gloved hand reached under your chin, gently gliding your face to look up at him. You could see the warmth in his gaze as he stared at you, frustration having melted away with your pleas. Now it only held the kind adoration you were used to seeing in Lucifer- your old Lucifer. Watching it made you ache for the days when he would look at you like that while you were snuggled up together, drunk on nothing but each other.

“Don’t cry, my dove.” His thumb brushed a hot tear from your cheek. “I understand I have not been myself recently, have been to selfish in my pursuits and mindless of your needs. I will make it up to you, I promise.” He leaned foreword and pressed a feather light kiss against your forehead. The butterflies in your chest that you could only associate with him began to stir again, wings rusty from lack of use, but not frozen yet. “If it’s important to you, it’s important to me. I will be there at midnight, my dear.”

He reached his hands underneath your knees and lifted you gently into his chest, holding you as if you were made of glass and might shatter any second. You curled tightly into the embrace, nuzzling into his strong shoulder and grasping tightly ahold of his shirt.

“Let’s go to bed now. You have nothing to worry about when you’re with me. I will take care of everything.”

Before you drifted off to sleep, now tucked tightly in his arms, he placed another soft kiss against the back of your neck, right behind your earlobe. The drowsiness was washing over you in waves, the exhaustion of finally letting your emotions flow, and being back where you belonged, tucked tightly into his embrace, was begging to pull you into a deep, relaxing slumber. “I love you, MC. Please don’t forget that.”

——-

12:30 PM

Once you had composed yourself and showered, you made your way to Asmos room. You had barely knocked on the door before it swung open and a perfectly manicured hand had grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside, nearly causing you to trip over your feet and bring both you and your assailant toppling.

“Woah there, tiger!” You laughed as Asmo plopped you down on his plush comforter and forced a freshly bubbling mimosa into your hand. He stood back, grin wide and arms open as if to say ‘yeah, you fucking know I’m the best!’

“I’ve really outdone myself this time.” He chimed, settling his hands on his hips. When you looked at him skeptically, he waved you away, turning back towards his closet. “No, seriously, I should win an award or something. You, darling, are about to be the talk of the town tonight! I knew I was a genius, but who knew I could pull this off-“

“Okay, okay,” you chuckled, taking a sip out of the cold flute in your hand. “We get it, you’re a savant, an icon, revolutionary-“

“Don’t forget devilishly handsome!” He cooed back, digging through his endless closet before pulling out a long white dress bag.

“-and devilishly handsome.” You finished, smiling. “Now can I see the dress?”

Settling a hip on his slender waist and holding the dress bag up in the air, he frowned at you. “You know, I should give you a lesson about how patience is a virtue, and whatnot,” You cocked an eyebrow at him skeptically. Virtues weren’t exactly what these boys were known for. “But I can’t wait either!”

He reached up and pulled the zipper down the front, and an audible gasp escaped your throat, completely stunned by its contents. The hand that wasn’t holding your champagne shot to your mouth, and you stared up at him in awe.

“Asmo… I don’t even know what to say. It’s gorgeous.”

“You can say I’m the best!” A welcome giggle left as you beamed up at him.

“When you’re right, you’re right!” You admitted, shaking your head. “You really are the best, Asmo.”

“Okay, okay, now let’s hurry and get your hair and skin prepped. This is about to be an all day affair, so let me know when you need your next glass and prepared to be pampered by the finest demon in all of the Devildom.”

——

6:30 PM

After a few hours of doing your hair, makeup, nails, and a few more glasses of champagne, you made your way over to Mammon’s room at last. With a soft rap on his door and a “Come on in, dummy!” You entered.

Mammon was currently preening himself in the mirror, fluffing his hair the way you knew he thought looked just right. When he caught a glimpse of you in the mirror, he spun on his heels so fast it nearly caused him to trip, as if to make sure what he had seen in the reflection wasn’t some mysterious illusion.

“Holy shit-“ he croaked, coughing in his elbow to clear his throat. “You look fucking amazing.” You watched a blush slowly rise up his throat as he caught himself. He stood up straighter and attempted to compose back to his normal, detached (rude) demeanor- the tsundere wall breaking only for a moment.

“I mean, for a human, ya know. By Devildom standards you might as well be wearing dishrags, but cant blame you for that.” You laughed warmly, knowing that Mammon’s original reaction was the only one you could take seriously. After almost two years of living with your best friend, you’ve learned not to take his insults to heart.

“You don’t look half bad yourself, Mammon. I dig the suit.” Instantly, you watched pride course through his veins at your compliment. It was true, he did look absolutely gorgeous as always- his snowy hair matched the white tailored fabric of his suit, carefully engrained with gold, spiraling details. The pale tones matched beautifully with his tan skin, the gold bringing out the yellow flecks in his eyes. His undershirt was unbuttoned so you could see the toned muscles on his chest, and a golden chain hung gracefully on his collarbones.

“I do look pretty damn good, don’t I?”

“You always do Mam, that’s your blessing and your curse.” You reached down to fiddle with the clutch Asmo had given you, an ornately detailed square bag covered in what looked like real crystals. The diamonds matched the rhinestones on the base of your long, nude nails, which Asmo had so painstakingly done himself. “Are you ready to go?”

Mammon strode foreward and grabbed his keys from behind you, jangling them loudly for good measure. You grinned, happy to at least have someone escorting you tonight. “Let’s blow this popsickle stand!” He called, already out the door. You followed dutifully, shutting the door behind you and racing after Mammon towards the garage.

“Wait up!”

“You better hurry up, human! I heard there’s caviar at this party, and I am not about to wait for you and let Beel get to the snack table first!”

——

8:12 PM

You had seen Diavolo’s castle before, even for some incredible occasions, but never like this.

A red carpet was laid down across the steps leading towards the ballroom, padding the clacking of your heels as you hoisted yourself to the entrance. Two gigantic marble doors had been propped open, allowing you view into the most gorgeously decorated room you had ever seen. Across the ceiling hung a chandelier that glistened in the golden light, reflecting small beams across the entire dance floor. The marble columns had been draped in shimmering fabrics, and small crystal drops had been suspended from the ceiling, adding to the glimmering ambiance. Above the throne was a giant gilded clock, golden hands slowly counting down towards midnight.

You took note of the princes guests, all inhumanly beautiful and donned in sharp fitting formal ware, chatted with each other over glasses of the finest liquor money had to offer. As you walked last the doorman, he nodded, and you bowed in thanks. It had taken a while, but the guards had begun to recognize you as a regular, and you were no longer bothered about your attendance, but greeted as welcome guest.

Immediately as you entered the threshold, you were ambushed by one your fellow housemates, striding over to say hello to you and Mammon. The demon raised the hand holding the cocktail in recognition to you, the other green tipped fingers tucked snugly into his robe.

“You glow up nicely, MC.” Satan greeted, flashing his signature grin. It was still difficult for you to tell when his smile was faked and when it was real, but you were learning slowly.

“Are you trying to say I don’t always look like I spent 5 hours being Asmo’s personal dress up doll?” you put your hand against your chest, feigning offence. Satan chuckled slightly, and you watched the humor meet his eyes.

“Whatever Asmo did, he did a great job.” The handsome blonde turned to glance at Mammon, who had been standing guard behind you. You recalled one time a few months ago when you and Mammon had gone shopping, Mammon had surged ahead while excitedly mumbling something about ‘a place where he can get his sunglass rims gold plated’. In his overt excitement, your protector had been completely, blissfully unaware of the struggle that was going on behind him between you and a pair of twin demons, who had managed to get a disgusting claw over your mouth and were now dragging you away. He had come to his senses eventually, once your scent had grown suspiciously weak (thankfully!), and now refused to let you out of his sight at any particular outing.

“If you’re on guard duty tonight, you’re going to have your work cut out. Try not to let them get stolen away, would you? That would put quite the damper on the party.”

Mammon’s face flushed red with annoyance. “I’m not about to let em get napped, dickbag!” he flung his hands up in frustration, much to Satan’s amusement. “I’ll have ya know, they’re definitely the safest with me. If it was any of you watching over em, then I’d be worried!”

Another three or four almost-disasters flashed through your mind, but said nothing. Mammon always managed to get you back eventually.

“Whatever you say, StupidMammon.” Before the pale haired demon could retort, Satan turned his gaze back on you. “Diavolo was just asking where you were. He’s over by the throne, and I’m sure he’ll be excited to see you.”

“Thank you, I’ll be sure to pay him a visit. Come see me again later?” You offered, happy to see yet another familiar face.

“Of course. And if Mammon gets on your nerves at all tonight, come find me.”

“Will do!” you grinned, and heard your demon aggressively scoff behind you.

“Hey! Where do you get off saying shit like that? They couldn’t EVER be annoyed by the Great Mammon!”

“Come on, Mammoney,” you swiveled to beam at him. His eyebrows were scrunched in aggravation, and you almost giggled. He reminded you of a spoiled child who didn’t get his favorite toy, and it was simulatiously annoying to deal with and adorable to watch. “I’d like to go see Diavolo.” He “humphed” emphatically and crossed his arms roughly over his chest, still upset by the implication that you would ever be bothered in his presence.

“Pleeeeeeeeease?” Setting a hand on his bicep, you tried batting your eyes at him. He ignored you, turning his head away. You knew he was weak for your puppy dog eyes, which you often employed in times of need or stubbornness, and he desperately attempted to avoid. “Aww, come on, Mammoney. You know I could never get annoyed by my first man.” Watching his nose stain with pink, he shrugged his shoulders dramatically, slowly letting down his defenses.

“Fine,” he conceded, throughing his hands into the air in exasperation. You grasped his elbow, pulling it down to entwine it with you own. You were going to need stability to get up those stairs, and were very thankful for the support of the fluffy haired boy next to you. “Let's go see em. But if you think I care if you get swooped away by some lesser demon after that remark, you’d be mistaken!”

—-

9:03-

Arm and arm, you approached the throne, hiking the edge of your dress up to keep from tripping over your toes. You took your time to decipher a path through the laughing and twirling couples. Feeling a few of their glares burrowing into you, you forced your back straighter and held your head higher. Nobody would attack you at Diavolo’s party, you were sure of that- but you still refused to show any hint of weakness to the assailants. It wasn’t in anyone’s benefit for you to cower and snivel and hide away from their gaze.

When Diavolo caught sight of you making your way toward him, he politely halted his conversation with whatever noble he had been talking to and turned to you, arms wide and grinning up to his eyes.

“My favorite exchange student has arrived, at last!” He chimed as you neared him. You let go of the hem and grinned knowingly at the king, curtsying in gratefulness at his warm welcoming.

“I’m your only exchange student now, your Majesty.” Rising to your feet, you smirked knowingly at the prince. “I appreciate the compliment, however.” Diavolo’s grin was infectious as always, breaking you out in a wide smile from ear to ear. His charm was certainly unmatched.

“Will you ever stop calling me ‘Your Majesty?’” The handsome royal frowned playfully. His well groomed crimson hair let loose a lock of hair, which he pushed knowingly back. “You make me sound like such an old bag.” You chuckled warmly.

“You are an old bag though, your highness.” He sighed, shaking is head in acknowledgement.

“I suppose you’re right.” A glimmer caught in his eye as he took you in once more. “You are ravishing as always, but tonight you look exceptionally radiant. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You glanced down at yourself, appreciating for the umptenth time that evening how intricately your outfit had been designed. Red bottomed glittery heels helped your legs look like they stretched on forever, silver strings weaving around your calves and up to your thighs, pulling the eyes upward. The dress Asmo had donned you in was ‘one of a kind,’ he claimed- designed by Giani Versace in an exclusive deal with the demon ‘to avoid endless eons of torture via the pits of hell.’ You had laughed at the time, but you didn’t know if you should’ve taken him seriously or not- the dress was so completely stunning in a way you could potentially see as being unholy. It had two diamond bespeckled straps that led down into a deep V across your chest, then folding in to wrap around your stomach and sinch your waist into an hourglass. The fabric then settled on your hips, flowed down your legs, and split at the top of the thigh, exposing one leg to the evening air. The whole thing looked like it had been made of stars, the material glimmering even more in the reflection of the chandelier and the warm light cast by the lanterns on the walls.

A pink speckled your cheeks as your turned you gaze back on the prince,a surge pride following closely behind. “I heard this was supposed to be your greatest bash so far. I figured I should dress accordingly.”

“Well, you do look absolutely stunning, darling.” Diavolo reached forward and grabbed your hand in his warm grasp, pulling it forward to his lips.

Once he had risen, he flashed you a smile containing rows of bright white teeth, and then turned back to the company which he had previously been attending to. “Everyone, I would like to introduce you to my honored guest, MC. They’re a human currently residing with us in the Devildom.” He took your hand gingerly in his again, and began to lightly guide you to the small crowd of 6-8 people. “Please, allow me to introduce you.”

———-

10:56 PM

The nobles were surprisingly polite and gracious in your presence. You exchanged names and stories, laughing cumulatively at the prince's occasional jest. One of the women- a lengthy, ethereal Succubi- introduced herself as Amadorra. Her pale blue dress looked heavenly against her dark skin, golden eyes catching in the light and sparking like flecks of precious metal in a riverbank. She had left her partners side to join you at yours, leaning in and making several quips at the crowds expense and earning as many hushed chuckles in return. You didn’t have many, if any, female friends in the Devildom, and your heart warmed at the thought of her graciousness in offering that to you.

“So,” she grinned mischievously, flashing a pair of pearly canines, “which one is yours?” She glanced at the crowd, gesturing to where a few of your demons had gathered. You could see Mammon’s hair flopping wildly as he gestured something at Belphie, obviously annoyed by whatever the dark haired demon had said to tease him. You smiled softly to yourself. Satan leaned up against a nearby wall, enjoying the show, while Levi was crouched down next to him, deep in some game on his portable Snitch console. Beelzebub was still gathering stuff from the buffet, and you could see shocks of pink hair whizzing through the crowd as Asmo entertained his many suitors on the dance floor.

You took a sip of your wine.

“Who says I’m anyone’s?” You questioned playfully. She smirked back, eyes twinkling.

“Oh, honey. No one like you could stay single in the Devildom for long.” A blush creeped into your cheeks at her compliment, but you shrugged it off. Sighing dramatically, you gave in.

“Fine, you caught me.” You pushed the hair off your shoulders, and she raised her chin in victory.

“But, it’s none of the above,” you corrected, gesturing to your housemates. She raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow.

“Oh, is that so?”

“That it is, beauty. My significant other is off entertaining some of Diavolo’s finest for the evening.” It was your turn to raise your head in pride, although you can’t say it didn’t sting to admit out loud that Lucifer wasn’t beside you. She seemed to pick up on this, and clicked her tongue softly in disapproval.

“When you look like that?” Her gold fingernails gestured up and down at your extravagant dress. You confessed you were a bit annoyed that, after all of the four hours it had taken you to squeeze into this thing, endure the treatments from Asmodeus, and make sure not a hair was out of place he still hadn’t seen you, you didn’t want the hurt to show through. You had more pride than that.

“His loss.” You tutted, draining your glass. You looked over your shoulder thoughtfully. “Speaking of, I haven’t seen him all night. I wonder where he’s off to.”

“Tall? Dark? Annoyingly handsome? Looks like he’s disapproving of your very existence always?” Amadorra questioned, counting off traits on her manicured claws.

“Yup, that would be him.” You sighed, glancing back at the brunette. She eyed you thoughtfully. You wondered briefly if she was telepathic, her golden irises burrowing into your soul.

“I believe he’s escorting a witch named Bella through the castle currently.” The demon flicked her hand, and you swore you watched more wine appear in her cup. When you looked inquisitively at her, she flicked a finger at yours, and you watched a sparkling liquid fill up your flute. Nifty trick. “She asked him to show her around after our original tour. Apparently she was interested in some of the old paintings, but it sounded like a pass if I’ve ever heard one.”

You felt a heat fill your chest, jealousy bubbling just beneath the surface. Of course, you thought bitterly. He’s with some witch right now, cause that’s where his priorities lie. Instead of being here with me. You choked down the agitation, refusing to let the emotion take hold of you. Envy was Levi’s thing, and he could have it. Green wasn’t your color, anyway.

An huff left your chest and you glanced at the girl before you, but she just help her hands up in surrender. “I just tell it like I see it.” Pushing your hair up, you smiled gratefully at her. She had been sweet and kept you engaged for most of the evening, telling stories and cracking jokes. You were happy she told you about Lucifer- you hadn’t seen him all night, and you were beginning to worry. Although the subject matter wasn’t great, that wasn’t her fault.

“I appreciate your company, Amadorra. Thank you for hanging out with me.” She smirked her wide grin again, fangs flashing in the twinkle of the lights.

“Anytime.”

“I should probably go grab something to eat and sit down for a second- these Louboutins are going to make my feet bleed any second now and Asmodeus will throw a fit if I ruin these shoes.” You quipped, and she nodded. “I would too!”

Before you ran off, she leaned in and gave you a light hug, neither of you wanting to spill your drinks. Grasping ahold of your wrist before she pulled away, she gave it a soft tug and informed you that you should come back and join them later, once you rested. You assured her you would, waved at Diavolo, and turned to guide yourself back down the steps and onto the main floor of the ball room.

——

11:37 PM

The evening air chilled against your skin and you exited onto the balcony. Bumps erupted on your flesh as you shivered, shifting so that way the faux fur coat Asmo had lent you fell more solidly over your shoulders. The weather in the Devildom was always erratic- often changing from something reminiscent of a summer day to a frigid December evening in a matter of hours. Wind whistled through the air, biting at your lips and cheeks. Why you had thought this would be a good meeting place you’ll never know, but you were determined to follow through and not give Lucifer another reason to disappear.

You snuggled deeper into your coat and walked to the edge, resting your elbows over the deck. The ceiling of the Devildom sparkled like rhinestones as the light of the city bounced back, catching on the precious stones and shimmering like stars.

It almost looks like the real thing. Nostalgia began to creep into your heart slowly but surely, wrapping around your chest like a coil. When was the last time you had felt sun, real sun? Or the last time you could look up and see the moon changing with the days? It was so easy to lose track of time here without cardinal signs, without the seasons, without the leaves changing, without day turning to night and back again.

What a brutal twist of fate that you ended up here. Memories stung your mind of when you first arrived, the nights you spent alone in your bed, mourning the loss of your life on Terra Firma. You were sure your friends were missing you, or worse- thought you were dead. You were trapped in an unknown place, with terrifying creatures, your life being threatened at every turn. It was shocking you had even made it this far.

Still, you had adapted. You had befriended your captors. You made a life in this barren hellscape. And yet still, it still didn’t feel real. It was touchable, seeable, smellable. Yet for some reason, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were stuck in a dream world, unable to wake up.

Part of you ached for home. Part of you couldn’t bear it if you left.

When you let out the breath you had been holding, it steamed the air around you. You lifted the sleeve of your coat to shield your face and warm your nose, which you could tell was close to running.

Alone again.

There were plenty of times when the boys took up your attention, when they dawned over you, when they went out of their way to spend time with you, but ever since you started dating Lucifer, things had changed. He could be possessive, snapping at times when one of the boys had innocently fallen asleep in your bed during a movie marathon, even though he hadn’t been there to watch it with you. He would be in a mood when you came back from the club while he was working late, even after asking you not to bother him. Lucifer, despite his virtues, had let his pride leak into your relationships with his brothers, sticking a wall up between you. Isolated, you spent many evenings alone and wanting.

Why can’t he just be there?

Does he not care about me at all?

A chime snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to swivel back towards the ball room. A crowd had gathered around the base of the clock, watching as the clock made its final round towards the New Year.

One minute left to go.

11:59 PM-

He’s not going to show.

Once it entered your mind, it spread like a virus, ravaging any other thought until it was the only one that remained.

I asked one thing of him, you thought bitterly, and he can’t even bother to show up?

We’re at the same party!

He’s off somewhere with Bella, too busy to be bothered by his doting girlfriend.

Your eyes scanned anxiously through the crowd, desperately trying to catch any sight of the eldest avatar. You wanted to deny so desperately what you knew was true- either he had forgotten, or he just didn’t care. Panic slowly began to rise in your chest.

People chattered excitedly as they watched the clock creep closer and closer to its goal. You could hear the popping of your champagne next to you, forgotten. Your ears began to ring.

A shock of black hair entered your vision, and you almost felt elated.

Lucifer’s midnight black suit fit like a glove, perfectly gripping him in all the right places. You were sure it had been tailor made for him, the way he moved in it so elegantly.

This must’ve been what he looked like as an angel.

The second you had thought it, you knew it was true- he exuded a beauty and power that caused the people in front of him to part ways and let him pass. His eyes shifted like rubies in the light, not a single hair out of place. Your breath caught in your throat as you took him in, finally in his element- basking in the awe of all his peers.

Then, as the crowd parted, you caught a glimpse of his newest accessory.

Bella.

10!

She was almost as gorgeous as him, you realized. Her skin was pale, almost transparent, complimented by a pair of blood red lips. Straight black hair dropped down her shoulders and down to her waist, long red nails highlighting her slender fingers. The dress she wore fit in all the right places, pulling her waist in and accentuating her already prominent hourglass shape.

9!

When you looked at them, it immediately struck you how much they looked like a pair. Red and black and gold, their colors blended in a perfect match, almost like it was planned. She was graceful, he was domineering. He was strong, she was lithe. He was a demon, and she, his sin.

8!

Bella’s cherry red lips parted and said something you couldn’t hear. A smile spread across his normally stoic face. Your heart jolted.

7!

Lucifer leaned down so she could hear him. He spoke slyly, and a laugh shook through her body.

6!

She reached her red tipped talons into her crystal encrusted clutch and pulled out a single silver tube. Unclipping it, she spun out her sharpened lipstick.

5!

He stared as she carefully applied the tint. Bella eyed him thoughtfully, long black lashes fluttering as she blinked up at him.

4!

The witch popped her lips to smooth out the pigment. You swore you watched his eyes darken.

3!

She placed that same hand against his chest. Lucifer didn’t move away.

2!

Bella pushed up onto her toes. He leaned down to hear what she wanted to whisper so softly in his ear.

1!

She slid her hand up to his neck and grabbed him gently. Lucifer’s eyes widened as she pulled him down to her.

Happy New Year!

She placed a soft kiss against his lips.

When did you forget how to breathe?

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I hope you enjoyed the first edition of HeartAche Mixtapes! This was so much fun to write.

I love you all! -Bambi

[mint-yooxgi]

The King and I - King!Twin!Suga X Reader X Twin!Yoongi

Twin AU -  Heavily inspired by Agust D’s 대취타

Genre: Mature, Angst, Minor Fluff (If you squint real hard)

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader X Suga

Words: 12,001

Warnings: Depictions of violence, beheadings, and swearing. Not everything is historically accurate. Yoongi is referred to as Agust a lot. Both of them are selfish, manipulative assholes.

A/n: I’m pretty excited about this one, ngl. Heavily based upon the music video mentioned above, I just love the aesthetic of it, oof. King!Yoongi? Yes please! Him with the long blond hair and sword hit me hard, my goodness. Anyways, I hope you like this one as it’s definitely different from what I'm used to. Feedback is always appreciated! Enjoy lovelies!

The sound of a door opening alerts your attention to the front, where Agust steps into the room flanked by two men. You’re currently sitting around a small table, discussing ambush strategies for tomorrow’s attack on the king. There are about twenty-five of you in total, so you’re hoping you’ll be able to pull this off.

So far, you’ve lived a pretty basic life, coming from a middle class family, unlike many of the others here in this room. You became drawn to Agust’s personality and listened to what he had to say about the king that rules over your lands. You agree that the king is selfish, and cares not for his people; that he’s violent and all he cares about is money. All of which you’ve learnt and come to realize thanks to listening to Agust’s speeches. In fact, you ran away from home because of him.

Ever since you joined the underground revolution, as you all call yourselves, you’ve been working hard to overthrow the king, and create a new world order. One where peace reigns, and people don’t live in poverty across the kingdom. You’re just hoping that what you’re fighting for isn’t in vain.

Making brief eye contact with Agust, he sits across from you at the table, looking over the plans laid out in front of him.

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” He asks, more as a way to make sure everyone is on the same page.

“The king is supposed to go for his monthly parade around the village streets to check on the wellbeing of the peasants-” a scoff is heard, “he’ll be seated in his carriage surrounded by palace guards, so getting to him will be a bit of a challenge. Luckily, we’ve planned to lure most of the guards away so you can go straight for him.”

Agust nods his head, “good, good. You all know your positions, then?”

A chorus of ‘yes, sir’s are heard around the room.

“Good,” he nods once more. “Everyone get some rest tonight, tomorrow we start the revolution.”

With those words, you all know that you’re dismissed, but you can tell from the look he sends you that he wants you to stay back. Once the final person is out of the room and the door is shut behind them, he makes his way over to where you’re standing. The only light comes from the flickering candles placed around the room.

“I really don’t want you there tomorrow, in case something goes wrong,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

“Well, too bad, cause I’m helping whether you like it or not,” you reply, a smirk tugging at your lips as you stare into his eyes.

“You know I’d hate myself if anything ever happened to you,” he admits, and you can feel his arms tightening their hold around you.

“I know,” you sigh, “but nothing you can say, or do, will change my mind.”

“I was afraid you’d say that,” his eyes narrow slightly, observing you carefully. “I might just have to lock you up for your own protection.”

“I’d like to see you try,” you counter, brow quirked in amusement. You fail to hear the seriousness of his statement. “Though, it would help if I actually knew how to protect myself.”

“I’ve already told you, I don’t know how many times, weapons are too dangerous for you. You could seriously hurt yourself,” he frowns, taking a step away from you to cross his arms in front of his chest.

“Yeah, but if I knew how to, I don’t know, wield a sword, I’d be able to protect myself,” you reply with a roll of your eyes, as if you’ve stated the obvious. You miss the way his jaw clenches.

“You’re not handling weapons, and that’s final,” he states, voice firm as his eyes darken slightly.

“Fine, fine,” you wave him off, tired of having this same conversation every time you bring up handling weapons. You still don’t understand why he won’t let you do so.

“Go get some rest, I have some things I still need to tend to,” he says, motioning to the back door which leads to your sleeping chambers.

“You better hurry up, then,” you tell him, already heading towards the back door. “You know I hate sleeping alone.”

“I’ll be there, soon,” he turns around, focusing his attention back on the table with the plans on it, “I promise.”

You simply hum in response, sliding the back door open so you can exit through it before closing it once more. As soon as you’re alone in the courtyard, you let out a sigh, shaking your head as you begin to make your way to your sleeping quarters.

Ever since you joined his cause, Agust has had a certain infatuation with you, one of which you’ve equally pursued with him. He’s certainly charming, and after the first week together, you knew you were starting to fall for him. He’s shown you so much, you don’t know who you would be without him.

Once you’re ready for bed, you crawl under the covers. Laying on your side, you angle yourself so you’re facing the door, wanting to see when he comes in. You’re not afraid to admit it: he’s stolen your heart, just as you know you’ve stolen his, and as soon as the king is out of the way, he’s promised for you to rule at his side in a new era of history.

You manage to doze off before he wanders into the room about an hour later. A subtle smirk takes over his features as he sees your sleeping face, heart warming at how content and adorable you look. All he wants to do is hide you, and protect you, from all the horrors of this world, and make sure nothing ever happens to you. Not even the king will be able to stop him, for he knows he’d do anything for you. Anything at all.

The next morning comes around all too soon for his liking, and before either of you two know it, everyone is getting into position to ambush the king. As usual, a small crowd has gathered alongside the pathway the royal caravan will take, all wanting to grab a glance at the king. You’ve all worked to use this to your advantage.

Before all of this, Agust attempted to get you to back out of the plans once more, but you refused. You could see how frustrated he was getting with you, but luckily you were interrupted and had to get into positions before anything else could happen.

Right now, you’re preparing to cause a scene with another girl, ready to throw yourself in the way of the procession of the king. Agust insisted that the one girl you’re doing this with would have been enough, but you insisted right back that it’d be more convincing if you did it together. As soon as you hear the signal, you know it’s go time.

Throwing yourself into the path of the caravan, the other girl tumbles along with you, both acting as if you’ve just been pushed. You both start fighting each other while screaming insults, acting as if you’ve each greatly offended the other and successfully causing a scene.

The procession comes to a halt and you can hear the murmurs of the crowd talking about how disrespectful you two are. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see the two front guards coming to break you two up while the rest of the plan begins to be set in motion.

A shot is fired somewhere near the back of the caravan, causing a few screams to be heard as the rear guards check out the commotion. That leaves the two side guards, who are soon surrounded by the rest of your team, easily overpowering them.

You see Agust coming out of the crowd and rushing towards the carriage with a knife in his hand. He tosses the hat he’s been wearing as a disguise off of his head once he jumps onto the carriage ledge, a sinister smirk on his features. Ripping back the curtain of the carriage, his expression falls as he sees it completely empty.

“Get them!” A new voice shouts, twenty new guards appearing from around the scene, as if they’ve been waiting for their own counter attack. 

You realize this too late, and you cannot get to your feet in time. Two guards grab each of your arms rather harshly, dragging you away from the scene as your team members fight off the rest of them.

“Agust!” You scream, struggling to get out of the guards’ hold on you.

The frantic call of his name causes him to turn to see you being dragged off, his eyes widening in shock. Not even a moment later, anger takes over his features as he fights to get to you, shouting for the guards to release you at once. Unfortunately for the both of you, they don’t listen.

The last thing you see before your world goes black is Agust fighting against a guard to get to you through the newly formed crowd, calling out your name in hopes he can reach you before you disappear from his sight.

About two hours later, you come to, a groan escaping your lips as you bring your hand up to rub your head. Your brow furrows slightly as you realize your wrists are not bound, nor are your legs. In fact, you’re not tied up at all, or in a dungeon for that matter. You appear to be in the throne room, laying on a small mat placed in the centre of the room. 

You can hardly believe where you are right now, let alone that you’re not tied up. You begin to wonder why it is you’re here, and who exactly brought you to the palace. Hopefully, you’ll get some answers soon, and hopefully it’ll be enough to calm your racing heart of its nerves.

Giving a quick glance around the room, you notice that you’re alone. However, movement from the direction of the throne catches your eyes, and your original assumption of being alone is disproven.

The king shifts in his seat, golden hair pinned on the top of his head as he smirks down at your figure, now getting to your feet somewhat unsteadily. He stands up, staring you down like a predator would their prey, smirk growing wider with every step he takes towards you. You swear he’s taunting you with every step he takes, causing a small shiver of fear to run down your spine.

One of the first things you notice once he’s close enough, is the harsh scar that runs vertically down his right eye, as if someone tried, and failed, to blind him. If he didn’t intimidate you so much at the moment you would say it adds to his character.

The next thing you notice, is his striking resemblance to someone whom you know. In fact, it’s so striking, that you have to rub your eyes a few times to make sure you’re not delusional, or dreaming for that matter. Once you open your eyes again, you see him standing a few feet away from you, looking at you curiously, with his head tilted slightly in a mocking manner.

You straighten your back, refusing to show him fear as you meet his gaze. He simply quirks a brow in amusement at the disbelief shining in your eyes.

“I can see why he likes you,” he hums, and you’re taken aback slightly. His voice is almost identical to Agust’s, except it’s slightly deeper, more firm. It’s suiting for the voice of a king.

“Excuse me?” You quirk a brow, trailing your eyes over his figure as you try and wrap your head around how he could possibly look like the man you’re in love with.

“Don’t play dumb, you and I both know that he’s in love with you, as you are also, unfortunately, with him,” he states, nearly rolling his eyes.

“Why do you look so much like Agust?” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Agust?” His face scrunches in distaste, voice full of confusion. “Who the hell is-“ realization dawns on his features and he tuts, shaking his head in mock disappointment, “you’re fucking kidding me, he didn’t even tell you his real name?”

“Real name? What real name?” Now, it’s your turn to voice your confusion, brow furrowing along with your statement.

“My brother certainly has a flair for the dramatics,” he sighs, shaking his head once more.

“Brother?” You’re taken aback.

“Yes, brother,” he meets your gaze, an amused gleam reflecting in his eyes. “The one whom you claim to love, and supposedly loves you back, but hasn’t even told you his real name, or the fact that the king, whom he is so desperately trying to overthrow, is his brother.” At your wide eyes, he grins, continuing, “yes, I know all about his little schemes, and all about you, (Y/n). I knew about your plans to assassinate me today and I was prepared. I also know how much you mean to him, or so he claims, so I decided to take matters into my own hands and take you away from him. Believe me, you’ll thank me later.”

He hums as he turns around, making his way back to his throne as you attempt to collect your thoughts. This whole time, Agust had a twin brother, who’s the king, no less, that he’s trying to murder? Not to mention this king knows about your relationship.

“Why would you ever think I’d thank you for taking me away from him?” You say once you ground yourself, taking a few steps towards the throne where he’s seated once more.

“Because my brother has a habit of hurting the things he loves most,” he replies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Don’t worry though, I’ve decided that the best way to keep you safe from him is to make you my wife.”

“Excuse me?” Your statement from earlier returns, albeit more astounded.

“You don’t actually have to marry me, it’s just for appearances sake,” he shrugs casually, as if this whole mess is beneath him. “I won’t force you into anything you’re uncomfortable with, I’m not my brother. However, you can’t leave the palace without me now, for safety.”

“I did not agree to this!” You shout.

“I know you didn’t, hence why I’m not forcing you to actually marry me,” he rolls his eyes. “It was the best I could think of given the circumstances.”

“Do you really think he won’t come for me?” You counter, eyes narrow as you stare him down.

“Damn, you’ve got some nerve glaring at your king like that,” he chuckles, leaning forward in his seat. “And I expect him to, that’s the whole point.”

“I can’t believe this,” you shake your head, “you really are a monster.”

“I can see you’ve bought into his lies,” he sighs.

“He’s only opened my eyes to the truth about you,” you spit, arms crossed in front of your chest.

“Tell me, have you ever seen me do any of the things he’s told you I have? Like steal money from those already struggling to get by? Or beheading those who don’t deserve it?” He looks at you expectantly, and you keep your mouth shut. “There are rules I have to follow as king, just like how there are rules you have to follow in society. I have never done the things he’s brainwashed you to believe, and I would never willingly subject my people to torment and famine. I am not who I’m made out to be, just as he’s not who you think he is.”

“I don’t believe you,” you state, jaw clenched in anger.

“You don’t have to,” he huffs, leaning back in his throne once more. “Over time, you’ll see for yourself the lies he’s fed you. I swear to you I only want what’s best for my people. I won’t lie and say I’m perfect, but I am not as horrible as he makes me out to be.”

“Sure,” you scoff, turning your head to the side so you no longer have to look at him.

“Oh my, where are my manners,” he chuckles, smirk now back on his face. “I haven’t even properly introduced myself yet.” Standing up, he slowly makes his way down the few steps to where you’re standing at the base of his throne. “Allow me to properly introduce myself, I’m King Suga, and it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, (Y/n). I look forward to having you as a wife.” 

You scowl at his own malicious smile as he bows respectfully at you, almost mockingly. He stares at you expectantly as he straightens up, “what? No formal bow for your husband to be? Your parents raised you better than that, (Y/n).”

Reluctantly, you bow back, scowl ever present on your face as he smirks victoriously down at you. So far, your first impression of the king is not a good one, and you can’t wait to get out of here. Hopefully, Agust comes for you soon.

You frown once more at your thoughts, now knowing that Agust’s real name is not actually Agust. Though, you’re curious as to what it really is.

“Something bothering you, darling?” Suga grins, able to read the turmoil on your face as clear as day.

You hesitate for a moment before asking, “what’s his real name?”

“Ah, so you are curious,” he hums, amusement shining in his eyes. “His real name is Yoongi, though I’m surprised he didn’t tell you, considering how much he supposedly loves you.”

“Why am I not in the dungeons right now? I did try to help assassinate you,” you ignore him in favour of changing the subject.

“You see, I’ve had people watching you for a long time now, and I know how much my brother has brainwashed you. I can tell you’re a good person, and I really don’t want to hurt you,” he says, eyes locking with yours. “I’ve always had to clean up my brother’s messes, and if I can help you while doing so, then I can wash my hands with him for good. You don’t deserve to be subjected to his insanity.”

“He’s not crazy,” you snap.

“That’s what you think,” he chuckles. “Come, I’ll show you to your room.”

Before you can say another word, he’s walking to the main entrance of the throne room, not even bothering to look behind him to see if you’re following him. You let out a sigh before jogging to catch up to him.

Making it outside, you can’t help the small gasp that escapes past your lips at how grand the courtyard is. However, the rain isn’t the only thing that serves to dampen your mood.

Spread out evenly on either side of the main pathway lies eight dead bodies, all covered in straw mats. You see the scrolls laid out on top of the mats and you grit your teeth in anger. These were members of your team, the familiar symbol on the scrolls tell enough. You wonder how many others lost their lives today.

Suga glances at you from over his shoulder and sees your solemn look, “tragic, really. Unnecessary lives lost for a lost cause. We caught the majority of the rebels, and unfortunately, I’ll have to make a statement with them, otherwise I might have a full out rebellion on my hands, and you can see why that would be a bad thing.”

“Terrible,” your voice drips with sarcasm.

“I’m sorry you’ve been dragged into this,” he sighs, and you blink in surprise at how sincere he sounds.

You remain silent, following him through the palace grounds until you reach a separate building which houses many separate rooms. You see a few people milling here and there, all of whom bow to Suga as he walks past, so you can only assume they’re his staff. You wonder how many of them would believe he’s kidnapped you if you pleaded for help.

“This will be your room,” he says, reaching one of two doors at the end of the hall and sliding it open. Your eyes widen as you take in the grandiose space before you. “My room is close by incase you need anything, but don’t even think about trying anything. I always have guards stationed outside, and they’re all at my beck and call. The staff and guards all know of your situation, so good luck asking for help escaping.”

Well, there goes that idea. You sigh, stepping past him and into your new room.

“What about my clothes?” You quirk a brow at him.

“What about them?” He replies, grin tugging at his features. “Since you’ll be playing the part of my wife all of your outfits from now on will be provided by me and the staff. You won’t have to wear ceremonial stuff everyday, only on special occasions, so feel free to let them know what style of dress you like best.”

“You seem pretty trusting of me, considering everything that’s been done already,” you say, suspicious of his real intentions.

He lets out a long sigh, “look, I’ve already told you, I’m not who you think I am. Now, get some rest, you’ll need it.”

“Why?” You ask, crossing your arms once more in front of your chest.

“I already told you, I have to make an example out of the rebels we caught,” he replies, hand on the door as he steps out of the room. “Tomorrow morning, prepare for some beheadings.”

Without another word, he slides the door to your room closed. Your eyes remained fixed on the spot where he was just standing, still unable to wrap your head around this entire situation. Lowering yourself into a crouched position, you go over everything you’ve just learnt.

To begin with, Agust, or well, Yoongi, has a twin brother who is the king. He never told you of his brother, or his real name for that matter. This only makes you begin to question the other things he’s told you throughout your time of knowing him, along with what else he’s hidden from you. If he’s able to lie so easily about his family, maybe he doesn’t fully trust you. You’re unsure if you can even say he fully loves you now, or if that was all a lie, too.

A small knock at the door manages to pull you out of your thoughts. Before you can respond, the door is sliding open to reveal a girl, maybe just a few years younger than you.

“Excuse me, miss, my name is Minha and I’ve been appointed as your personal assistant by the king himself,” she bows respectfully. “Anything you need, anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask.”

“I don’t suppose you could help me sneak out of here?” You inquire, quirking a brow as she stands up straight once more.

“Unfortunately, I cannot do that, and if you attempt to do so, I will have to alert the guards,” she replies, blinking at you a few times.

“Then why did you come?” You sigh, running a hand over your cheeks in exasperation.

“I’ve been instructed to prepare you for bed,” she replies, hands clasped gently in front of herself.

“I see,” you respond, watching as she closes the door behind herself and begins to make her way over to where you are still crouched on the floor.

“Come, my lady, let’s get you ready for bed,” she says, helping you to your feet.

You say nothing as she moves around the room, pulling out the most extravagant nightgown you’ve ever seen in your life. She bathes you and does your hair for when you’ll be sleeping before dressing you in the gown. Once she’s done, she takes your old clothes with her and bids you a goodnight, saying she’ll be back in the morning to help you get ready once again.

Laying on your back, you stare at the ceiling. A sigh slips past your lips in frustration, throwing the covers off of yourself in a hurry. Like hell you’re staying here. You can tell you won’t be able to sleep easily anyways, so you might as well do something productive like try and escape while you’re up. Besides, you’re not going down without a fight.

Each attempt to escape results in a guard or two escorting you back to your room. So far, you’ve attempted three times to escape, each a few hours apart, but to no avail. Now, you’re stuck with two guards stationed at every entrance in and out of your room. 

Just as you predict, you barely get any sleep that night, and early the next morning, Minha is back with a soft knock on your door.

“Good morning, my lady, it’s time to get up,” she greets you with another bow as you groan in discontent.

Reluctantly, you let her get you ready for the day, and you can hardly believe what you’re dressed in at the moment. A red ceremonial dress surrounds your figure, complete with golden hairpins which keep your hair in its place upon your head. So much for wearing what you want.

“If you would follow me, miss,” Minha bows, leading the way out of your room.

Silently, you follow her. The two of you weave through a few corridors until you make it outside, and you notice some of the staff you pass by bowing to you out of respect. You know for a fact you look the part of the king’s fiancée at the moment, so it doesn’t surprise you, but it’s still a weird feeling.

Within minutes, you’ve been lead up a flight of stairs just outside a separate courtyard from the main one. This one overlooks the village, and you know that some have gathered to witness the executions that will take place today. After all, Suga did say he wanted to make a display out of it.

Taking a deep breath, the doors to the balcony are pushed open, allowing you access to the other side. Hesitantly, you step through, already noticing boxes upon boxes stacked around a single chair. You don’t even need to guess what these boxes contain, for the hair you see sticking out of them, as well as the smell of rotting flesh is enough tell for you.

Moving around the throne, if you can even call it that, you see Suga looking out at the scene below him while leaning on the railing. You also see three wooden poles sticking out along the bottom of the railing, each with a white sack tied to the end. Stepping closer, you gag, noticing how red stains the bottom of each sack due to the severed head in each one.

Hearing you approaching, Suga spares a glance at you over his shoulder, malicious smirk evident on his face. He’s doing a horrible job of convincing you that he’s not the sadist Agust has made him out to be.

“How nice of you to join us,” he hums, turning his head back to look at the scene below him as you come to stand just behind him to the left. “You look nice.”

“This is disgusting and outright cruel,” you spit, features twisting in disgust as he motions for the next neck to be cut.

“Good thing I started before you got here then,” he replies nonchalantly. “I take it you didn’t sleep well?”

“Not at all,” you huff, doing your best to look anywhere but at the horrors that lay before you.

“My guards tell me you attempted to escape, not once, but three times,” he says, sparing a glance at you over his shoulder once more. “Doesn’t surprise me.”

“You don’t seem so concerned,” you reply, voice flat as you focus your gaze to the side where a lantern is blowing in the breeze.

“Sweetheart, if I was concerned you’d escape I’d keep you locked up in a dungeon,” he grins sarcastically, and you scowl. “Now, there’s only one more head to roll and you need to stand beside me for this.”

“I will do no such thing,” you refuse, standing your ground as you turn your gaze back onto him, seeing him looking expectantly at you.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you don’t have to watch,” he rolls his eyes, stepping towards you in order to grab your arm and lead you to the railing where he’s been standing this entire time. “Just stand here silently, and look pretty. You’ve already got one of them down, now all you need to do is shut up.”

You scoff in response, straightening your back as you look over the crowd that’s formed to watch these executions. You can’t help but let your eyes drift over the scene directly below you either, noticing how a line of bodies lay in a row off to the side, straw mats covering headless figures bleeding onto the ground. Only one person kneels before the executioner now with a sack tied over their head. You don’t have to strain your ears to hear their muffled sobs coming through the cloth.

However, your gaze is drawn once more to the shifting crowd. Some whispers reach your ears from them, discussing things like who you might be, and why you’re there. You notice Suga smirking out of the corner of your eyes.

“Now, finally, our last rebel in our possession,” Suga’s commanding voice booms, addressing the crowd. “On with it.”

In the blink of an eye, the executioner lifts his large blade into the air before bringing it down in a fatal swing, cutting the head clean off of the body. You turn your head to the side just in time to avoid seeing the results, but you still manage to hear the dull thunk the head makes as it comes into contact with the ground.

“Let this be known, all those who conspire against the crown will receive the same fate: decapitation. Any threat towards myself as king, or towards my fiancée and your future queen, will be dealt as such: just punishment as those rebels received today,” he calls, gaze harsh as he looks out over his kingdom. You spare a glance at him, clenching your teeth in an attempt to keep your face neutral and remain passive in this moment. He seems to enjoy this, and that fact only makes you more disgusted with him. He continues, “go now, and keep in mind the justice that has been dealt today. Any threat against me is a threat against the kingdom. Be warned.”

With those words, he’s swiftly turning around, grabbing your arm and leading you back through the doors and down the steps that lead back into the palace. You half stumble after him, and it’s not until you reach the centre of the courtyard that you’re able to rip your arm from his grasp.

“Unhand me,” you spit, taking a step back to put some distance between the two of you.

“My apologies,” he gets out through gritted teeth, turning to stare you down. “I assumed the only way to handle you was by force considering you refused to listen to me today. Besides, having dealt with my brother, I was sure you’d be used to it by now.”

“Agust isn’t-“ seeing the way his eyebrow quirks has you stopping yourself before continuing, “I mean, Yoongi, has never forced himself on me.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Suga sighs, shaking his head exasperatedly before walking off.

“Excuse me!” You call after him, rushing to catch up. “Then what exactly did you mean?”

“I’m sure my brother is not the gentlest of creatures when it comes to you,” he says, as if he’s stating the obvious. “Knowing my brother, he’s used to getting what he wants, when he wants it, so I’m sure he’s been short with you, and even rougher in his handlings of you.”

“I-“ you’re about to rebuttal when a frown crosses your features. In all the time you’ve know Agust, he has been a bit rough with you, especially at the beginning of your relationship with him. He’d always pull you around and keep a secure grip either on your wrist, hand, or even your waist. You remember the first few times he did so, he hurt you from it, which, thinking back on it, keeps you silent now, but not for long. “He’s never meant to hurt me. Unlike you.”

“I’ve already told you, I’m doing all of this for your own protection,” he sighs.

The two of you have reached the main throne room now, and you continue to follow behind him until he sits on his throne. You glare up at him while he stares down at you.

“You’re twisted if you think this is what protection entails,” you counter, head held high in defiance.

“Stubborn, just like him. I see more of what he sees in you every time we interact,” he chuckles, amused at your actions. “Don’t worry, you’ll see soon enough how delusional my brother is. Why don’t you go explore the palace now, seeing as you’ll be living here for quite a while.”

With that, he snaps his fingers and Minha comes bustling into the room, bowing politely to both you and Suga. He instructs her to give you a tour around the grounds, and reluctantly, you let Minha guide you out of the throne room, but not before sending the nastiest glare you can muster over your shoulder at the king.

The tour with Minha takes a few hours, and by the time you’re done, you’ve discovered that the gardens and the library are your two favourite places you’ve seen so far. Minha insisted on telling you everything she knows about the palace, from construction, to little details of her life throughout the grounds. In fact, this surprises you, seeing as you thought she wouldn’t be educated about these sorts of things. So much so, that you asked her about how she knows so much. She tells you that as part of her staff training, as well as all other members of staff, the king insists to educate them all.

This fact surprises you, as you were lead to believe the king keeps all of his staff uneducated in order to trick them and rule over them easier. You certainly weren’t expecting Minha to be the one to tell you of how kind Suga can be at times. Well, part of you thinks it’s just because he probably told her to do so, but she seemed so genuine in her praise of him that you can’t be too sure. However, you do appreciate the fact that he educates his staff accordingly.

Over the course of the next three weeks, you learn many more things about the king through not only the staff, but through the king himself. Despite him getting people to practically stalk yours and Agust’s relationship, he was able to learn your favourite foods, flowers, and even favourite pastimes. He made sure that you had whatever you needed while you’re staying with him, though you always found some way to twist it around and let him know that just because he’s being nice to you now, doesn’t change who he is, nor how he behaved in the first twenty-four hours of you knowing him.

Since you’ve arrived, you’ve also continuously attempted to escape, but to no avail. Less so the past few days, as you’ve gotten a bit more comfortable around the palace, but you still don’t like the idea of being Suga’s fake wife and being held against your will. Though, every day, it’s getting harder for you to admit that it’s comfortable staying her.

Your favourite place to be in the palace is definitely the gardens, as you spend your days there reading and taking in the scenery. You love the smell of the flowers surrounding you, and you find you can have time to yourself, time to think.

The longer you spend away from Agust, the less attached to him you feel, and the more time you have to think over all of his actions. Suga is right in some ways, in the fact that Agust was very forceful with you since the beginning, and even now, you’re suspicious of certain traits Agust showed to you while you were together with him. Though, you’re still unsure of what it all means, or how you haven’t gone insane from it yourself.

About two and a half weeks ago, you were told by none other than the king himself that Yoongi tried to break into the palace to rescue you. Your hope of freedom skyrocketed at this, but was soon crushed after Suga told you that Yoongi escaped from the guards before getting very far. As far as you know, there hasn’t been another attempt, but there’s a part of you that feels like Agust is waiting for the perfect time to strike before rescuing you. You just hope it’s sooner, rather than later.

It’s early in the afternoon when you are called into the king’s presence in the throne room. Having been dressed into a ceremonial gown this morning, you figured such a calling to be coming today, but you still are reluctant to go, nevertheless. 

Entering the throne room, you see Suga in his usual spot sitting on his throne. You quirk a brow at him as he stands to greet you, something which he’s taken to doing more recently.

“How are you today?” He asks, as you stand to the left of his throne while he sits back down.

“Could be better,” you sigh, “being held against my will really takes a toll on my being.”

He chuckles, seeing as your response has become somewhat expected from you now, though he can tell there’s a teasing undertone to it. “Well, my apologies for interrupting whatever plans of sitting in the garden you had today. I needed you here to discuss some important matters, but also to act in your duty as my fake fiancée.”

“What do you need me to do?” You quirk a brow, looking down at him with your arms crossed. You’re not exactly happy about this, but you have nothing better to do, as he so bluntly put it.

“The guards are about to bring in a captured rebel, and I was hoping for your help in deciding what to do with him,” he replies.

“What, no execution?” You gasp, surprised. “I thought that’s what awaited all rebels, as per your not so subtle announcement a few weeks ago.”

“I figured another execution would be a bit much just for one captured rebel,” he says, looking out into the courtyard due to the doors being left open on such a nice day. “Besides, I figured I can show you that I’m really not as bad as I seem if I allow for you to agree upon a proper punishment with me.”

“What makes you think I’ll agree to any punishment for this rebel?” You ask, looking straight ahead.

“For starters, even if you’re to be fake queen, you need to be prepared to still help me make these decisions so outsiders don’t get suspicious,” he tells you, looking to you expectantly as he explains. “Two, I figured you’d be grateful I didn’t just decide to behead this rebel, for you might know them. And three, they are still a rebel and I still need to make an example out of them through punishment.”

“I don’t like this,” you murmur, a frown pulling at your features.

“You don’t have to,” comes his reply, gaze being drawn to the figures now moving towards the throne room from the courtyard. His eyebrow twitches as he recognizes one figure in particular.

“Besides, how am I meant to make a decision when you’re the only one who gets a seat,” you complain, rolling your eyes semi-teasingly.

“My goodness, where are my manners?” He chuckles, placing a hand on his chest in mock offence. “We’ll have to get you a throne of your own, since you will be my queen.”

“You sure are going to great lengths to solidify this ruse of yours,” you mumble, yet he chooses to ignore it.

“For now, you’re more than welcome to share my throne,” he smirks, looking up at you smugly as he watches your shocked reaction. “Hope you don’t mind.”

You manage to close your mouth in the next second instead of letting it hang open. Composing yourself, you tilt your chin up, “I think I will.”

Now, it’s his turn to be shocked as you move over to the open space left beside him on the throne. Luckily, it’s large enough for you to do this, but your dress is too big for you to sit comfortable. Deciding to see how far you can push him into annoyance, you swing your legs over his own, leaning back onto the armrest of the throne as you watch his eyes widen in surprise this time.

“Hope you don’t mind,” you repeat his words from only moments ago as you notice his mildly flustered expression. The tips of his ears start to turn red, and you can’t help but notice how he and his brother are similar in that way.

Within seconds, he’s composing himself, a smirk coming to rest on his features as he places his arms over your legs, “not at all.” You scoff, slapping his hands away as he chuckles, “I rather like this position.”

“Don’t be getting any ideas,” you retort, crossing your arms in front of your chest as his hands move back to grasping your legs.

“If anyone’s giving me ideas, it’s you,” he grins, flicking his brow in amusement. He leans forward to tease you more, inching his face closer to yours. “I had no idea you’d be this good at acting as my queen.”

“I’m not acting!” You immediately defend yourself, but then curse as you realize how that may have sounded, and judging from his amused expression, he understood. “That’s not what I meant!”

“I’m sure it’s not,” his grin only widens as he notices the guards bringing the captured rebel into the room, of which you’ve yet to notice. “Want to practice unifying our vows, too?”

You let out a gasp as he wiggles his brows suggestively, but before you can respond, an all too familiar voice pulls you out of your thoughts as your protests die in your throat.

“(Y/n)?” Agust’s broken voice reaches your ears, causing you to whip your head in his direction to see him forced to his knees on the floor below the throne.

“Agust?” Your heart sinks in your chest as you throw Suga’s hands off of you in order to stand up and rush over to him. However, before you can take a step forward, you feel arms around your waist holding you in place.

“Get your filthy fucking hands off of her,” Yoongi growls, struggling to be free of his bonds, which only earns him a hit on the back of the head from one of the guards. He lets out a grunt.

“It’s nice to see you, too, brother,” Suga hums, and being able to feel his breath on your neck sends a shiver down your spine in disgust.

“What have you done?” Yoongi seethes through his teeth, glaring Suga down from where he’s kneeling on the floor.

“Me? I’ve done nothing,” Suga says, feigning innocence as he moves to stand beside you with his arm still wrapped around your waist.

“Agust, please, I-“ before you can say anything, you’re cut off.

“Still calling him that, huh? I thought I told you that’s not his name,” Suga tuts, and you see Yoongi’s eyes flash maliciously at his brother.

“You lie,” he spits, struggling once more in his bonds.

“On the contrary, brother,” Suga hums, clearly amused at the turmoil you show on your face. “You were the liar this time around. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

With that, Suga turns his gaze to you as Agust looks at you almost pleadingly.

“Why did you lie to me about your name, Yoongi?” Your voice comes out small, as if you’ve just revealed a secret you shouldn’t have.

“I was going to tell you, I swear on my life,” he begins, eyes full of sorrow as he looks at your dejected expression. “I hate that name so much, and I never want to associate with it, that’s why I never told you before.”

“Bullshit!” His brother spits, eyes narrow as he stares Yoongi down. “What else have you lied about to her, huh? Not only did you lie about your name, but about me as well! You know, she had no idea that you had a brother, let alone a twin who was king when she arrived here-“

“You mean when you kidnapped her!” Yoongi interjects angrily, receiving another hit on the back of his head.

“When I saved her from you,” Suga corrects. “How many lies have you fed her, Yoongi? About me? About us? About you?” He scoffs, “hell, you even made her believe you loved her, poor thing.”

“I do love her,” Yoongi’s voice is low, like an oncoming storm as he looks up at Suga from under his fringe that now hangs over his eyes.

“Oh, come now, brother,” Suga jests, tightening his arm’s hold around your waist as you stand there, stunned. “We both know you don’t have the capacity to love anyone but yourself. How long were you planning on stringing her along for?”

“No,” Yoongi growls, not wanting to hear his brother talk about this any longer, especially when it concerns you.

“Don’t worry, brother, I’ll take care of her now since it’s clear to me that you’re incapable of doing so,” Suga says, voice tauntingly hanging in the air. “I mean, look how easily she fits into the role of my queen.”

“How dare you,” Yoongi says through gritted teeth.

“I mean, maybe if you were honest with her, she would have been more loyal to you,” Suga hums, mocking pity.

“Yoongi, that’s not true, I still love-“

“Shut up,” Yoongi spits, cutting you off before you can say much more. The words of his brother are clearly affecting him, and seeing you wrapped in his brother’s arms is driving Yoongi insane.

“Yoongi-“ your expression drops as you watch the man you’re in love with shake with rage below you.

“Don’t call me that, you bitch,” he glares at you, and you’re taken aback at how his anger is now directed towards you. His emotions are running wild at the moment, his brother’s words affecting him more than he’d like to admit, and giving him the idea that you were never really on his side to begin with. “Three weeks alone and you’d willingly open your legs to the first male that shows you any attention, and to my bastard of a brother, no less.”

“No, Agust, you don’t understand-“ you attempt to defend yourself, caught off guard by his vicious words being directed towards you instead of his brother.

“I knew you were a loose end when you went and got yourself fucking kidnapped during the ambush,” his words are venom, piercing your heart with every syllable. “I bet you were on his fucking side this whole time, you traitorous whore.”

“Agust, please-“ tears dot your vision as he turns his hatred to you, assuming the worst. It’s as if he never knew you at all.

“I have no use for you anymore,” he turns his head away from you to avoid seeing the heartbroken look on your face. “You’re dead to me.”

You barely register Suga’s arm slipping from your waist, nor the way your body sways slightly down the steps leading down to where Yoongi is kneeling. Only once you stand before him, and he turns his gaze to lock with yours do you realize you’ve moved.

Seeing your heartbroken look on your features causes him to bite his lip, steeling his own emotions in order to face you. Nothing good he has can last, his brother always has to ruin it for him, and now, Suga’s taken you away from him. However, were you ever his to begin with?

“I gave up everything for you, so that everything I did could be for you,” you manage to choke out as a single tear escapes down your cheek. “I’m sorry that you can’t see that.”

Turning away from him as more tears escape your eyes, you make your exit out of the throne room, not being able to bear staying in there any longer. It’s clear to you that Agust cares little for you, or what you’ve been through, so why should you care for him any more?

With each step you take away from him, your heart cracks more and more, his harsh words echoing around your head. This is all too much for you to handle right now, and combined with your thoughts about Suga probably knowing the captured rebel was Agust, your head is spinning. He planned this, or at least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.

Meanwhile, the two of them watch your retreating figure for as long as they can until you disappear out of sight. Yoongi looks down at the floor as Suga lets out a low whistle.

“You really blew it this time, brother,” he tuts, shaking his head.

“Is this all a fucking game to you?” Yoongi spits, turning his glare once more to the man standing before him.

“No, but you seem to be playing it poorly,” Suga smirks. “You really do have a habit of hurting those which you love most, don’t you? To think, she would have done anything for you all but two minutes ago.”

“You turned her against me!” Yoongi yells.

“I did no such thing,” Suga counters, quirking a brow down at his brother. “If anything, you’ve just killed her love for you.”

“You planned this!”

“I did no such thing. Contrary to popular belief, I own up to my mistakes instead of pushing the blame onto someone else,” Suga says, moving to sit back on his throne. “Now, onto business. Seeing as my queen is no longer here to help me make this decision, I will have to act on both our behalves. To think I was going to let you live, too,” he sighs, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “However, given the circumstances, I think I will go through with my original plan and execute you for your treacherous acts against the crown and this kingdom. One week from now, your head will roll.”

With a wave of his hand, the guards are dragging Yoongi out of the throne room despite his protests. A malicious smile rests on Suga’s features, which is the last thing Yoongi sees before being dragged out of the room. Neither can believe what has just happened just now.

Back in your room, you continuously sob into your pillow. The man you thought you knew, and who you thought knew you as well, has just broken your heart. Never, in your wildest dreams, could you have ever imagined Agust capable of spitting such harsh words at you. Maybe Suga was right, maybe you really didn’t know him at all, and maybe, just maybe, he never really loved you.

Minha came to check on you about an hour ago, but you sent her away, not wanting to deal with anyone at the moment. You feel a bit bad for snapping at her, though, but she assured you before she left that she understands it wasn’t intentional.

Two hours later, as you’re silently staring at the wall in front of you and feeling numb, you hear a soft knock on the door to your room. You say nothing, yet you still hear the sound of the door sliding open and someone entering your room before closing the door once more behind them. You’ve also noticed how the sun has started to set, and the candles starting to be lit around the palace. Maybe it’s been more than two hours, as time seems to pass unknowingly for you at the moment.

The striking of a match can be heard as said person moves around the room lighting the lanterns. You remain quiet as you continue to stare at the wall, not bothering to see who it is that’s entered your room.

“I brought you some food,” Suga’s voice sounds off to your side, a plate being placed beside you as you hear him sit down.

“If you’ve come to gloat, I’m not in the mood,” you sigh, turning to see your favourite food on the plate beside you.

“I wouldn’t think of it at a time like this,” comes his response. “I’ve come to apologize on behalf of my brother, and clean up his mess once again.”

“I don’t want to hear it,” you say, voice small as you stare intently at the food on the plate.

“I want you to know that I truly am sorry for my brother and how he’s hurt you,” he goes on to say. “You don’t deserve that.”

“Thank you,” you huff, crossing your arms in the next moment as you turn your back to him fully. “I suppose you’re about to say ‘I told you so’ and ‘how could you be so foolish’ next, right?”

“I know my brother to be deceiving, but that doesn’t mean the pain hurts any less when it happens to others,” he says, voice soft as if to coax you to turn around and face him.

“I just can’t believe he would say that, to me! I thought- well, I don’t know what I thought, I just don’t know what to think anymore,” you sigh, tears dotting your vision once more. “Did he ever even care for me?”

“I’m afraid you won’t like my answer,” Suga states, and the tears you had managed to get under control reappear.

“Fuck,” you mutter, wiping at your eyes. “I hate this.”

“I’m sorry. I truly am,” he places a gentle hand on your back in comfort. “Is there anything I can do to cheer you up at the moment?”

“I don’t know,” you reply honestly.

“Well, is there anything you’ve always wanted to do before that you couldn’t?” He asks, and an idea pops into your mind.

“I’ve always wanted to learn how to fight,” his eyes widen slightly in surprise at your statement. “Maybe wield a sword.”

“We can do that,” he nods, and you finally turn to meet his gaze.

“Really?” You perk up, hope shining in your eyes.

“I mean, I am skilled with a blade, so who better to teach you than your husband-to-be?” He smiles at you, and for once, it’s a genuine smile of comfort, not sarcastic in any way.

“You really mean that? You’ll teach me?” You ask, lips twitching upwards at the corners at the thought of learning what you’ve always wanted to learn.

“Of course,” he replies with a nod. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“He never wanted me to learn,” you grumble, eyes downcast as you think about Agust once more, your heart clenching in pain in your chest.

“Well, I’m not him, so don’t worry your pretty little head,” he says, standing up from his position as he pats the top of your hair comfortingly. “Get some rest and make sure to eat that. We can start your training tomorrow.”

“Okay,” you shoot him a small smile, to which he responds with his own.

Bidding you a goodnight, he exits your room, closing the door gently behind him. 

You let out a small sigh once you’re alone again. Drying your tears, you pick up the plate of food and begin eating. Maybe you should have had more faith in Suga from the beginning, for he doesn’t seem like such a bad guy once you get to know him. He is king, so just like he said, he does have rules he has to follow, yet he’s consistently proven you wrong in most assumptions you had of him. Maybe, you were wrong about him.

Soon after you finish eating, you quickly get yourself ready for bed and do your best to sleep. Your thoughts wander the entire evening over what has transpired today, as well as everything leading up to this moment. 

You most certainly are heartbroken over Agust, and you know it’ll take some time to get over him. However, you know you need to let him go, for the way he treated you today was evidence enough to you that he never truly cared for you. You don’t need him anymore, and living out the rest of your days as a fake queen doesn’t seem so bad considering everything you’ve experienced at the palace so far. At least you have a friend in Minha, or at least, you think you do.

The next day rolls around and even though you’re still quite upset about everything going on, you’re looking forward to your first sword lesson tonight. You remind yourself to ask Suga about what will happen to Yoongi now, too, but you figure you should only ask when you’re ready or he brings it up himself.

Before you know it, the evening rolls around and you’re back in the throne room with Suga, who is going over the basics with you. He instructs you on how to properly hold a sword, about its balance, and even some basic stances to start. To say you enjoy this time would be an understatement.

For the next five days, the two of you continue to meet in the evenings for sword training, and you can happily say you’ve learnt so much already. Suga’s currently teaching you how to block properly, but you’ve both decided to take a small break.

“You’re doing very well, I’m impressed,” he compliments you, and you look away, slightly bashful.

“Thank you,” you reply, a shy smile pulling at your lips. “I never understood why Agust- sorry, Yoongi never let me learn how to wield a sword.”

“You’re used to calling him that, so it’s fine,” he replies. “I think I know why, but you won’t like my answer.”

“Please, tell me,” you meet his gaze, letting him know to continue.

He lets out a sigh, “it’s easier for him to control you if you don’t know how to fight back against him.”

“He was worried I would use my knowledge of fighting against him?” You question, brow furrowed in confusion.

“The easiest way to control people is if you have power over them, and by keeping you unarmed he could bend you to his will without worrying about you fighting back,” he explains, and something clicks in your mind.

“That makes sense,” you nod, “he would always joke about keeping me locked up for my own protection, so I guess if I didn’t know how to fight him I wouldn’t be able to escape him. Both physically and figuratively.”

“Exactly,” he confirms. “My brother loves control, and when he doesn’t get his way, he acts out and hurts those that are closest to him. How do you think I got this scar?”

He points to his right eye, lip twitching upwards sadly.

You frown, “what happened?”

“It was when we were younger, I don’t exactly remember how old I was,” he shakes his head slightly, as if willing the images he’s about to share to go away. “I just remember waking up in the middle of the night to him on top of me holding a knife in his hand. The pain as he slowly started dragging the blade down my face was like nothing I had ever felt before, and he seemed to want to draw it out for as long as possible. He had gagged me so I couldn’t scream, but luckily a guard was walking by outside my room and heard the commotion going on inside and managed to get him off of me before my vision could become impaired.”

“That’s awful,” you gasp, hands coming up to cover your mouth. You never thought Agust would be capable of something like that, but then again, you still don’t know if you ever really knew him as well as you thought you did.

“My parents were furious and sent him away after that,” he continues. “He kept spitting nonsense about me and they couldn’t take it anymore; too many times acting out.”

“I’m so sorry that happened,” you say, watching as he takes a deep breath to calm himself.

“Ever since then, he’s always plotted to kill me, and now that I’m king, it’s transpired into spreading false rumours about me and propaganda against me to get anyone to join his cause,” he tells you, and you shake your head. To think that only a month ago you had bought into Yoongi’s lies. “Luckily, I won’t have to deal with him for much longer.”

The words escape you more panicked than you intend, “what do you mean?”

“He’s to be executed tomorrow at dusk,” Suga replies, and your breath hitches.

“Maybe,” you take a shaky breath, “maybe it’s for the best.”

You don’t know if your words are meant more for your own comfort, or for his at this point.

“I hope so,” he sighs. “Having to execute your own blood is never easy.”

“I can only imagine,” you say, staring off into the distance.

A moment of silence passes over the two of you before he’s speaking once more.

“Why don’t we call in a night, it’s been a long day,” he suggests, to which you nod in agreement. “Regarding tomorrow, I don’t expect you to like it, but I want you to be there.”

“I-“ you swallow the lump that’s in your throat, “I understand.”

Without another word, you’re heading back to your room for the evening, thinking over everything that you’ve learnt tonight. You never thought you’d quietly stand by while Agust got executed, yet here you are. Yes, you are hurt, but this will all be for the best. By this time tomorrow, it will all be over.

The next day drags on, a feeling of dread following you everywhere you go. Even the garden offers you no solace this day as you wait for it to be time for Yoongi’s execution. You can still hardly believe this is happening, and you wouldn’t say you’re okay with this, but you also aren’t going to put a stop to it either.

Suga tells you that the execution will take place in the main courtyard this evening, and that he’ll meet you outside the entrance to the throne room when it’s time. You haven’t seen him since dinner, and you’re a little worried, anxiety clawing at your insides. You’ve barely stopped pacing in your spot since the sun started setting.

Meanwhile, Suga smirks down at his brother from his perched position above the separate small courtyard at the side of the palace. Currently, Yoongi is bound and blindfolded, standing in the centre of six pillars of fire which light the area as it grows darker. He can tell his brother is anxious, and the longer he stews in his own inner turmoil, the larger Suga’s smirk gets.

“I know you’re there, brother,” Yoongi sneers, scowl present on his lips. “No point in boasting your victory to me now.”

“On the contrary,” Suga replies, slowly making his way down onto the main level to face his brother. “I’ve finally got you right where I want you.”

“I wouldn’t be so cocky, if I were you,” now it’s Yoongi’s turn to smirk.

“Says the one who’s bound and blindfolded surrounded by fire,” Suga huffs in disbelief. “It’s a shame, really, that it’s come to this. I never wanted to get that poor girl involved.”

“Fuck you,” Yoongi spits. “You took her away from me just like you’ve taken everything else.”

“I never did anything to her, brother, yet you were so quick to push her away from you,” Suga tuts. “A shame, really. Such loyalty is hard to come by nowadays.”

“What did you do to her?” Yoongi frowns, turning his head in the direction he believes his brother to be standing in.

“Me?” Suga laughs. “I didn’t do anything, but you? You, on the other hand, broke her heart.”

“She never loved me,” Yoongi is quick to respond.

“Are you so sure about that?” Suga chuckles, moving over to rip the blindfold off of his brother in order to see his full reactions now.

“You poisoned her against me,” Yoongi’s voice drips with malice, eyes narrow as he stares his brother down.

“I did no such thing,” Suga responds, grin pulling at his lips as he stalks around his brother like a predator. “You’re the one who accused her of betraying you. What were the words you used again? Oh, yes, ‘traitorous whore.’ I believe those were the exact words you used. I can feel the love.”

“I did love her,” he glares at Suga, jaw clenched in anger.

“I’m sure you did,” Suga replies, sceptically. “At least she’ll be happy with me now.”

“You bastard,” Yoongi fumes.

“Though, I don’t understand why you never taught her how to use a sword,” Suga prods, knowing the topic of you upsets his brother greatly. “She’s very skilled. A natural if I do say so myself.”

“You didn’t-”

“Oh, but I did,” Suga grins maniacally. “Tell me, were you so afraid of her leaving you? Of her fighting against you once she found out the truth about you that you didn’t want to give her a means to protect herself? Were you so keen on keeping her locked away with no means of fighting you to escape? And you call me the sadistic one.”

“You know nothing,” Yoongi’s scowl deepens, “I only did what I thought was best for her.”

“And look where that’s gotten you,” Suga quirks a brow, smirk ever present on his features.

“I swear to god if you hurt her in any way-“

“You’ll what? Kill me?” Suga chuckles. “How can I hurt her any more than you already have?”

Yoongi can only scowl in response as Suga moves to retie the blindfold over his eyes. Once the piece of fabric is secure, Suga moves off to meet you in front of the throne room. Before he leaves, he turns to look at his brother one last time from over his shoulder, noticing the guards have already grabbed Yoongi in preparation to lead him to his death.

“One final thing brother,” Suga says, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I win.”

Yoongi begins thrashing in the guard’s holds, spewing insults at his brother even after he can no longer hear Suga. He swears his brother will pay for everything that’s happened, and he doesn’t care if he has to beg, but he’ll get you back one way of another.

Meanwhile, you’ve been standing nervously in your spot just outside the throne room on the stairs for the past thirty minutes. All of the lanterns and fires have been lit and the executioner is already in his spot with the box for Yoongi’s head set up in preparation of the events to come. You can feel your heart racing in your chest, and when you hear a chuckle come from behind you, you cannot help but jump sightly.

“Nervous?” Suga asks, coming to stand beside you in his official spot for the evening.

“I still don’t know how to feel about this,” you reply honestly.

“That’s fair,” he nods. “You dedicated your life to this traitor only for him to hurt you like this.”

“His hate runs deeper for you than anything I’ve ever known,” you say.

“He is blinded by hate,” Suga agrees, “and a danger to you, me, and our kingdom.”

“Let’s just get this over with,” your voice shakes as you say these words, blood rushing through your ears.

In the next moment, Suga motions with his hand, and you can see Yoongi being lead out by two guards to the execution area that’s been set up. You notice he’s blindfolded and your heart pangs in your chest watching him struggle as they force him down on the ground.

Nothing is said as Suga nods to the executioner. The executioner nods back and raises his blade, preparing to strike. You find you can hardly watch, the pain in your chest becoming unbearable as you see the blade come down on the man you once loved.

Except, instead of cutting off his head, the executioner frees Yoongi from his bonds, moving to attack the two guards behind him in the next second. You watch in shock as Yoongi begins laughing, removing his blindfold as the two guards drop dead behind him.

A gasp escapes your lips as Yoongi pulls a gun out of the box where his decapitated head was supposed to go, his shoulders shaking as he continues to laugh, a maniacal grin pulling on his features.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this day to come?” He calls, taking a step forward as he aims the gun right at Suga who is standing right beside you. “Long live the king.”

Your body moves before your brain can register what you’re doing as the gunshot sounds. You feel the impact before the pain, falling to the ground as the breath is stolen from your lungs.

“No!” You hear someone scream, as well as footsteps running towards you.

You can feel someone applying pressure to your wound, but your vision is too blurry at this point to make anything out. Tears line your eyes and fall freely down your face as you realize what this means. You’re dying, and you don’t know if you’ll survive.

“You fucking idiot,” Suga hisses as Yoongi pushes him out of the way.

“No, no, no, no,” Yoongi chokes on a sob, “that wasn’t meant for you. That bullet wasn’t meant for you.”

“Way to go, brother, you’ve taken hurting the things you love to a whole new level,” Suga spits, pushing Yoongi out of the way to apply pressure onto your wound once more. “Great aim.”

“There was only one bullet, and it was meant for you,” Yoongi fumes, tears in his eyes as he glares at his brother.

“I figured as much,” Suga rolls his eyes. “Now you’ve gone and killed her instead.”

“No, she can’t die,” Yoongi shakes his head, eyes narrowed at his brother.

“At least one thing we can agree on,” Suga sighs. “Stay here and apply pressure while I get the doctor.”

“No, I’ll get the doctor,” Yoongi frowns.

“You’ve done enough,” Suga hisses. “For once, put someone else’s needs in front of your own.”

“I can’t live without her,” he practically pleads, and Suga is almost taken aback at how much his brother actually cares about you.

They stare at each other for a moment until you coughing pulls them back into reality. The last thing you remember is Yoongi’s tearful face hovering over your own as he applies pressure to your wound, while Suga runs off to grab the doctor. 

Tears escape your eyes, as you attempt to find the strength to stay awake, and the last thing you see is Yoongi telling you he loves you before your world goes black.

[haikyuuwaifu]

Miss Independent

Genre: Crack, Humor, Drama, NSFW, Mild Angst

Warning: Mild Angst

Kenma x Osamu x Suna x Reader Poly

Masterlist

D & Y| Kenma & Sachi| O & Y| S &Y

‘Lose You To Love Me’ Selena Gomez

Kenma & Sachi

Kenma Kozume had always been a bit of a shy and introverted child. He spent most of his time playing with the neighborhood cats or on his gaming console at home. He couldn’t “connect” with his peers around him, and that didn’t bother him. When Kuroo moved into the neighborhood, Kenma resigned himself to having at least one friend; and again that was enough for him. Kuroo seemed to be really good at reading people because he knew when Kenma needed a push and when he needed to leave him be. It also helped that Kenma only saw Kuroo during the school week. Apparently he had a best friend in Miyagi he went to see every other weekend. 

And so things went, from 7 to 15 Kenma only had Kuroo and that was all he needed...until he met Sachi.

Sachi was his assigned seat partner for his homeroom class. During the first few days of school he didn’t really pay her any mind playing games on his phone during his breaks or spending lunch with Kuroo. He had no plans to get to know anyone in his class, when she had turned to him one day to ask if she could borrow a pencil. Apparently she had left her pouch in her locker and had forgotten about it entirely. That day, was the beginning...

Kenma, was new to the concept of social interactions and dating. Sachi had been in one relationship prior to Kenma back in middle school, but she didn’t count that one. So most of their relationship milestones she had initiated. She was the first one to confess to him and she was also the first one to kiss him. After a few months of tentative kissing and hand holding, Kenma became more comfortable with their relationship and attempted to be the first to initiate things. 

Being new to relationships put Kenma in a precarious position of naivety. His only form of social interaction, was with Kuroo. So when Sachi asked him to change his style, so they could match he didn’t question it. He also didn’t question it when she would ask him to buy her lunch every day and take her out on dates every weekend. He had a good following on twitch. He had been streaming for a while now, so he didn’t mind. He just wanted her to be happy.

And Sachi was happy. She had her very own doll, to do as she pleased too; He didn’t know any better so it didn’t matter. He would never question her after all. As Kenma and Sachi’s relationship progressed, Kenma’s appearance and mannerisms started changing. As happy as Kuroo was for his friend, he didn’t know if he liked the changes he was seeing. So naturally Kuroo brought it up to his best friend Y/N. “As much as you want to protect him, he’s not going to learn anything if he doesn’t figure it out for himself.” she had told him. So Kuroo let it be. If Kenma was happy, then he would learn to be happy for him.

Before Kenma knew it, the first year had flown by and he and Sachi were planning to spend their one year together. They were second years now and he had planned a special night where they could be each others firsts. He had recruited the help of Kuroo, to set up his home, as his parents were going to be out of town. That morning he left for school, confident and pleased with the surprise he had set up for his girlfriend. 

Reaching the school gates, Kenma walked inside swapping his shoes for his indoor slip-ons. Making his way to his classroom, he missed the strange looks he was receiving from the rest of the second years. Kenma, pulled out his phone to see if he had missed any texts from Sachi, when he made his way to his homeroom. Picking his head up, his eyes met the sight of his girlfriend of one year locked into a tight embrace of a third year he didn’t know the name of. Someone had called her name, only for her to turn towards Kenma; a sacharine smile on her face. “S-Sachi?...” he stuttered out, his heart hammering in his chest. She smirked at him. “You didn’t really think someone like me, could love someone like you did you?” she asked laughing softly. “Why...why would you do something like this?” he mumbled eyes cast down towards the floor. Sachi scoffed lightly. “I was only with you, because my friends made a bet to see how long I could stand being with a loser like you.” “I won out, since I made it an entire year.” she giggled stepping into her boyfriends embrace. “I just find it so hilarious that you think I actually loved you! I mean look at you!” she snarled, voice filled with hatred. “Who could ever love you?” she asked malicious grin adorning her face. All Kenma could do, was turn and stumble towards the exit as hot tears threatened to stream down his face. Sliding his shoes on, he shouldered his backpack and ran the rest of the way home. Curling on his bed, he let the tears fall as his brain was consumed with the last year, and how all of it was just a lie.

-Kenma didn’t show back up to school for two weeks. Kuroo hadn’t seen him in that time span either. He made sure to text Kuroo daily, but he wanted to be alone.

-What most people didn’t know about Kenma, was that he liked working out. It helped him focus his mind and ease the stresses of school and volleyball. Under his baggy clothes was the body of a greek god ;)

-During those two weeks he spent out of school, Kenma changed his entire aesthetic. Gone was the streaky dye job, replaced by something professionally done. His clothes were tight and showed off the body he worked hard for; and instead of the naïve look of wonder, his  eyes showcased a harsh coldness.

-Returning to Nekoma students could hardly recognize him. Instead of the quiet shy boy everyone thought he was; Kenma proved everyone wrong, when he started flirting and interacting with the opposite sex. First, he started by sleeping with Sachi’s friends. None of them were going to turn a sex god like him down; because believe it or not; the mans was a sex god. 

-From that moment forward, Kenma didn’t do relationships; and he didn’t do casual flings either. A different girl warmed his bed when the need arose and that was it. He’d never let what happened with Sachi happen to him again.

@dabilove27 @amberisnotcrazy @elianetsantana @cloudyxlay @exosehun-94

[tuttifuckinfruttifriday]

The sweet duo

Pairings: The Voorhees' family, Oc x MJ

Warnings: some fluff and angst, nice friendship though

For the amazing @randomly-a-fan :D

Don't hesitate to tell me if I did any mistakes, it would be greatly appreciated!

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After some time of searching for a job, MJ had finally found one that she was pretty happy with. A week earlier, the woman had caught glimpse of her old friend Eric and talked with him, learning that everything was now okay with him and that his small business was going pretty well.

After asking him if he needed some help, he eventually told her about his last baker that got fired because of some dark reason that he didn't want to tell her. It didn't matter for MJ, so she immediately asked if she could have the job, her eyes sparkling and a big smile on her face when she heard his unhesitant answer. It would be an height hour shift, but she didn't mind if it meant that she could provide more necessities for her family.. Thinking about her new job, the small hazel coloured card between her fingers, she opened the cabin's door as she heard a small thump, with no doubt indicating that Malon heard her entering. ''Mommy! '' Her daughter ran towards her, jumping into her open arms as she felt her mother hugging her closer. ''Hey sweetie. Is your dad on patrol? '' The woman asked with a tiny hint of sadness in her tone since it was rare to see her husband whenever she came back from somewhere. Malon looked up at her mother with big curious eyes. ''I think he's in the shed..'' Her mother's eyes widened a little at that, surprised that he was, for once, so close. Before she went to see him, she asked the girl if she ate, a soft motherly smile once she saw her nodding her head. Getting up, MJ gave her a kiss and walked back towards the door, Eric's business card into her pocket. Before closing the door, she looked back and told her softly a quick ''I'll be right back.'' before she finally went outside, the wind making her shiver.

''Jay? '' There was silence before she called out again, sighing when she doesn't hear or sees anything. Guess she would tell him when she comes back. Going back inside, MJ made Malon a small snack and told her to tell her father that she got a new job and would come back later, gaining a nod from the small redhead. Before going though, she made sure everything was locked, even if there was almost no chance of someone coming in and Jason would be back from where he is. With some hesitation, she left the house and went to her new workplace, her worries lessening once she sees the beautiful interior. There was a warm aesthetic to the place, the smell of coffee and food making her salivate. As soon as the small bell on top of the door chime, she was greeted by Eric's bulk shape appearing at the register. ''Hey, MJ! I knew you'd come! '' A smile came onto her face as she embraced him, his soft greeting making her feel like everything was 'normal' once again. ''Since there isn't anybody, let's get to it. '' She followed him silently, looking around in amazement as they passed through the back door and where she would be working. After showing her around and making sure she knows the basics, he showed her the pastries and talked with her as they waited for some customers from the newly opened sign.

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Everything seemed perfect for the duo. Sadly, it wasn't Jason's case. He had went to take some new flowers to put in the vase on the kitchen table as he was looking through some things and saw some trespassers. So he did what he had to, obviously, and then picked the flowers, putting them in his pocket to not put blood on them. When he got to enter through the back door, he found it locked. He tried numerous times, but found that it's really locked and he will have to hope that Malon isn't in the living room to see him bloodied like that. After peeking his head through the door and making sure she isn't there, he quickly walked towards him and MJ's room before closing the door, a silent sigh escaping him when he doesn't hear anything.

Changing from his gory clothes, Jason went to see what his daughter was doing, smiling once he sees her drawing on the ground. He couldn't wait to see his wife, so he decided to look for her, panicking once he doesn't see her. Before he could really freak out though, Malon appeared and told him that she got a job and would be back later, like her mother told her to tell him. The undead man felt a bit sad that she didn't tell him in person, but was really happy. There were a lot of anxious thoughts running through his mind, but he knew she'd be okay. Since they didn't have anything to do and wanted to surprise her, the father and daughter put themselves to work and did some cleaning of the house, playing and joking around to try to fill the hole MJ left since she was away. While cleaning the counter, he could tell that Malon was less worried about her mother than him, but still worried enough for him to see. So he tried not to let his attachment issues get the best of him and thought positively , patting her head gently and smiling as he sees her smile.

When they finally finished, the sun was going down and they waited for MJ, Jason tries to think of something to eat. He wasn't the best cook, but he really wanted MJ off her feet once she came home. Getting things ready, him and Malon decided to do something different: pizza (I think you said it was one of your fav. food in the tag game? you can correct me if I'm wrong :)). They had more than enough to make some, even the dough. So they went to work again!

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''Hey guys..'' MJ tiredly but cheerfully said as she looked at her husband and daughter playing a board game in the living room. As soon as Malon heard her mom, she looked at her and smiled big, immediately forgetting the game and hugging her tightly. ''I missed you! '' ''Aww.. I missed you too, baby..'' Smelling something good, the woman looked towards the kitchen with a grin. “What is that smell?… Pizza?” Jason immediately smiled big and nodded with a childish glint in his eyes. MJ’s eyes widened and a giant smile appeared, tears coming to her pale eyes when she got up and saw it at the table. “Oh my… you didn’t need to!” The two shook their heads as her husband gallantly pushed her chair when she sat down. She couldn’t help it as her gaze travelled to kitchen, noticing everything seemed to have been cleaned. The tears finally fell as she looked loving at her family, the three of them sat at the table peacefully.

If only it could stay like that for eternity.

[gryfon-spanish-werewolf]

About the frozen fandom ask :

🎨, ✍️, and 👗

P.s remember to get enough sleep~

@like-redhead-probably I got enough sleep I swear ;-; actually I overslept TBH

🎨- Favorite fanart(s)/ artist(s)?

I’m gonna limit my answers to those who are currently active in the fandom otherwise we will be here all day xD. Anyone who has seen my tags knows this  to be true. My favorite fan artists are:

@giuliaciulia89 - because asdfghjklssh have you SEEN her line art?? And her expressions?? And how she does shading and color (with markers!! Traditional Art YO!!) literally is just... takes my breath away. Her recent Hogwarts Elsanna commission was absolutely delightful, but I am always delighted to see her original content as well such as her 101 Dalmatians au and her All For One And All For Love Three Musketeers au. It has so many mysteries, I’m very intrigued. Watching her process is very relaxing as well, like *sketch, sketch, sketch* and suddenly WHOA, there’s like, a whole concept outlines in no time at all. Incredible

@zero-kiba - because while much more active on Deviantart, I am ALWAYS extremely gay for Copper! That’s been going on 5 WHOLE YEARS Y’ALL! I stayed up until the sun started creeping through my windows catching up on every single page that I’d missed out after about 2017 when I started working full time. Zero-kiba’s work is BOMBASTICALLY expressive and really hits that mark between UTTERLY badass and heart-meltingly soft. Also do yourselves a favor and read their other works too! Tip of the Iceberg is Copper characters in a comedy setting, The Realm is 65 pounds of concentrated whoop-ass, and The Whole Shebang?? Gay has hell. Really gay. I cannot stress that enough (also it’s a little self plug - I help make that one alongside Zero-Kiba, daughterofhel and giuliaciulia89)

@ice-bjorn - because like.... do I even need to....expand?? Y’all have seen my tags. Ice-bjorn’s got the kind of content that just pulls you up short. Doing something? Concentrating? Not anymore you’re not! Ice-bjorn posted new art and you’re gonna FEEL ABOUT IT for the current conceivable future! Unbelievably emotive, you can see all the hard work that goes into each piece (including writing!!). I’ve gone OFF in my tags so many times about their stuff and I aLWAYS anticipate doing it again XD I can’t possibly pick a favorite piece, but this one gives me the warm fuzzies (Edit: although I did link another further down)

@jabs-wocks - because they constantly surprise me. One day ADORABLE! Next day ANGSTY. Next time? New style?? New type of coloring?? Always has a great sense of humor and unique ideas. Also, such an enabler xD Always makes me want to make something in turn <3 Like, remember when I went OFF with that angsty piece of Anna drowning after the dam collapses? Or when I nearly ditched my (already very long) project to idea bomb on about their Skadi!Elsa piece? Yeah, I love their work very much

 @gracepago0314 - because I’m a long time fan from when they had a different username! Great style, strong short comics, and WOW have they come a long way! They already had such a strong aesthetic, but seeing their work at the top of 2020 was such a treat because it was SUCH a change! I loved seeing what I recognized about their unique style and getting to see all the ways they’ve improved and expanded! Also that reincarnation au goes straight for the heart ;-;

✍️- Favorite fanfic(s)/ author(s)?

Limiting my answer to the same for the same reasons. Many of my favorite authors are no longer active, but my heart is very big, and I am always making room for new stories and writers to love!

@fruipit - because every time I get an email from ao3 that they’ve updated I go ballistic. Every story I have ever read (or reread... many times) by them is just SO INCREDIBLE. Their writing makes me make bad decisions: like fighting sleep to make it through one last chapter xD Their work makes me ask questions, their stories flows like a needle and thread, their diction makes me believe. I have nothing but the highest praise for Fruipit’s work, they’ve been writing for years and continue to pick at that gentle thing called wonder. Choosing a favorite work of theirs is GENUINELY DIFFICULT, but I love Risky Business, Koselig, and When Spring Comes very much. Tiny Hearts is a riot tho xD Oh wait and Who Dares Wins! .....Look just... go read Fruipit, you won’t regret it xD

@arendellesfirstwinter - because after years and years they just bang out one badass story after another. Their most recent (and with the dawn, what comes then?) has reduced me to tears twice. No. Three times, I reread a chapter. Their writing is exceptionally raw and pointed, but they are never angsty for angst sake. Their prose has the kind of weight one gets from having a huge amount of intent and care for what they create, and the characters they foster along the way <3

@daughterofhel - because I enjoy the simple pleasures of comedy. Literally just makes me laugh. Her dialogue SLAPS. Her world building is effortless (well, it’s not, she works very hard but it FEELS effortless, which is quite the trick xD). Her stories just WORK, her scenes are so alive and colorful and I adore how she makes characters interact even under the most RIDICULOUS prompts xD Exceptionally creative and silly, I guarantee she will surprise you for the better

@themountainsays - because every story idea is completely fascinating. Even if it’s not like, written yet? Just idea bombing or musing? Totally cool, I love reading them because you can feel the excitement behind them. Or the spite xD. Ara’s writing is also almost lyrical, it’s lovely to read, and honestly? Read out loud too! I’m a huge fan of spoken poetry/spoken stories and Ara’s always gives me that vibe. I’m behind (orz) on Creatures of the Arctic, but it’s SO FUN, I’m always keen on updates :D

@theseerasures - because I adore their frohana stuff. So freaking much. Kristanna + Icebros with so much tenderness that I just stare at my screen and go “holy hell someone MADE that.” Reading their work is like... being given a soft blanket to wrap yourself in, receiving a mug of hot chocolate, and then being told “Okay, now here’s a story that’s going to make you feel feelings really hard,” and you kind of nod back like, “Okay, seems fair.” Idk man they just get me real good, every time. For years.

👗- Favorite outfit? One you’d like to see?

Picking a favorite is hard! But please for the love of god: bring Anna’s military-esque jacket/dress to the silver screen. Holy hell. I’m such a sucker for how absolutely DASHING Elsa and Anna look in masculine/military dress. @giuliaciulia89 and @ice-bjorn both here and here get me xD But I also love their highly feminine outfits? Anna’s coronation dress in F1 is a fav and of course Elsa’s ice-dress is iconic, but my absolute favorites? I don’t know, they’re all so beautiful...

Oh! You know what else I’d want? Casual wear. They’re always dressed up for adventure! Or a fancy party! Let the crew relax more! More day-to-day, more cozy pjs! Kristoff in a big oversized shirt, Elsa in Fifth-Spirit inspired sleepwear, Anna in clothes made by their new Northudran family - complete with little hexagons but like, lined with soft reindeer fur <3. I’d love to see them when the world isn’t falling down around their ears, for more than 5 minutes, please ;-;

Thanks again for asking!! I know this is a few days late but I hope my jabbering made up for it ^_^

[ofwolvesandbutterflies]

notch | i

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: angst

Tags: unrequited!AU, college!AU, f2f!AU

Warnings: language, mentions of mature content

A/N: i’m back i’m stressed i like writing. i wrote this a while ago, will probably turn it into a series if i ever get around to finishing it. 

01 | 02 | 03

Synopsis: early morning calls. picking him up from some stranger’s house after a few bad decisions. the torment of loving someone who was incapable of loving you back. those two small words create such a large chasm between the two of you. but hey, what were best friends for? 

I got the text early in the morning. Early like 03:27 in the morning. Rolling over in bed, I glared angrily at the unwelcome brightness of my phone screen. A scoff left my lips when I read the text; of course the morning before school started would be another one of those mornings with Jungkook. 

“That dumb fuck…” I grumbled while rubbing the remaining sleep out of my eyes and rolled out of bed. I groaned, stretching my hands high over my head to stretch out the tired, stiff joints that inhabited my body. Sighing, I stumbled into a pair of pajama shorts and clumsily pulled one of Jungkook’s oversized crewnecks over my head. 

There were worse things that could happen, I mused unhappily to myself. He could be driving home intoxicated. He could have gotten in a car crash. He could be beaten up by the side of a road, half dead and bleeding out. However, the sour, disappointed lull between heartbeats reminded me that no, nothing was worse than being stuck in the friendzone, picking him up in the early morning after each of his overnight rendezvous with an assortment of the worst girls. 

Slinging my hair up into a ponytail, I slid my feet into my favorite pair of old vans, grabbed my keys and slipped back into the quite literal cold, harsh reality. I plugged the location Jungkook sent me into my phone and twisted the key in the ignition. The steady vibration of the car’s engine brought me back to the present and further permeated the bitter irritation coursing through my body. Humming along with the sad love songs stuck in my head, I studied the glaring facade of the lonely stoplights surrounding me. The deep indigo of the clouds floating above me only darkened my mood. 

Love was quite the burden, I thought to myself. There was just something so… vexatious when loving someone that had no capacity of loving you back. But what was I to do when in reality, I had no control over my best friend’s romantic - or lack thereof - life. 

A familiar dialing tone broke through my reverie and drew my attention back to my cellular device. Loved dearly and something of a sepia-d memory, Jungkook’s caller ID popped onto my dimly lit screen. Withholding the sigh waiting to pass my lips, I watched at the phone ring a couple more times before pressing ‘accept’. 

"Jungkook," I mumbled through the phone. "Which apartment are you coming out of? I'm stopped outside of the complex."

“I’ve never heard a sweeter sound,” he chuckled lowly ignoring my actual question. The shuffle of clothing through the speaker only encouraged the bile building in the back of my throat and I was again reminded of why I was here in the first place. 

The frown etched itself deeper into my face as I responded. “The hum of my loud 2009 Chevy Aveo engine and the sleep deprived, deeply irritated voice of your best friend here to pick you up at 3 in the morning after your 3rd one night stand in the past two weeks? I find that hard to believe, dumbass. Especially after what apparently just happened in there.” Irritation oozed from my words and I made no move to shield it. 

“Aww come on, Y/N,” Jungkook hummed, relief flooding me when the sound of a door opening and closing played through the phone. “It’s not like I was planning on this happening again…”

All that left my lips was a disbelieving scoff. Glancing up at the apartment complex, I spotted a familiar figure descending the stairs on the third floor. 

“Y/N,” Jungkook spoke, louder this time so to combat the whisper of the autumn wind. “I’m hanging up now, I see your car.”

With that the call ended and I watched as my best friend’s figure neared the car. A simple black zip - up hoodie zipped up halfway hung loosely about his frame left a sliver of his toned torso out for admiration and the disheveled hair peeking out from under the hood softened my frown slightly. White washed denim joggers sat low on his hips and hugged his body in all the right ways. Balled in his left hand was a bundle of white and black cotton. His shirt and boxers no doubt. 

Reaching across the vacant passenger seat, I unlocked the door as he approached and the impish grin that graced his innocent face had me rolling my eyes. It was too ironic to be coincidental, that such a soft face could hide such a broken, lost fuckboy.

“Hey Y/N.” His post-sex voice sounded tired and fucked out beyond belief and for a brief moment, I pitied the poor, clueless girl that would wake up alone in the morning.  

“Hey kiddo,” I simpered, playful smile hiding the concern and irritation washing about in the pit of my stomach as he climbed into the passenger seat. “You sound tired as fuck.”

“Hmm... Probably more so than you.” He shot me a look I couldn’t decipher and tossed his shirt and boxers in the back. “I don’t think I’ll ever go from the gym to a party again.” 

I hummed in acknowledgement, focus more on the well-being of my best friend than the road. He sighed deeply, sliding his hood off and leaned his head against the window. Waves of exhaustion rolled off his body. A song popped into my mind and I spoke suddenly. 

“Jungkook,” I murmured, the falling moon and darkness of the sky reminding me of how late it was. The weight of his gaze on me transferred to my phone when I tossed it into his lap. “Open spotify, yeah?” 

“Okay… it’s opened.” 

Lyrics sat impatiently on my tongue before I had even told him what to type. 

“Search niki. N - I - K - I. Then just hit shuffle play.”

The silence that hung between us while he spelled out the artist’s name was not one begging to be filled and we sat in companionable silence. Finally at a stoplight, I paused to glance over my best friend. His bottom lip remained stuck between his teeth. Though tired, his deep brown eyes focused in on the screen of my phone. A vermillion glow washed over the two of us, kissing his exposed collarbones and hiding the flush dusting my cheeks. 

The light turned green and we were off as the bittersweet verses of ‘Warpaint’ slid out of the car speakers as an aesthetic white noise. I watched quietly as Jungkook’s eyelids fought to stay open before finally sliding closed, a melancholic feeling settling over my heart. The faux smile I had present fell back into a frown and I released the heavy exhale I had withheld for so long. 

Ever since high school, he had been jumping from girl to girl the numbers quickly racking up from two to three to five to six girlfriends a year. I watched from the sidelines, always there as a shoulder to cry on, a shield from other girls, a wall flower he’d leave alone for a couple months while he fucked around. For years I had fought the feelings off every time they surface, knowing I was nothing more than a friend, around only for him to come back to when the hidden emotions he refused to show got the best of him. 

Shooting a sideways glance over at Jungkook, I let my eyes travel briefly over his tired body. The breath entered and exited his lips slowly, steadily, almost in sync with the beat of my heart. I began to take a right at the intersection onto the street that led to his apartment when he reached out suddenly and stopped me. His warm, calloused hand closed over my cold, sweater paws and effectively halted the car. My gaze shot up to his.

“No- wait,” he groaned, blinking blearly and pushing himself back into a sitting position. “Can… Can I stay over tonight?” 

Still stopped in the middle of the intersection, I gazed at his deflated figure… ‘No’ would have been the right answer in a situation like this. No. You can’t stay over. No. You can’t encourage the feelings I do have for you. No. You don’t understand what staying over is going to do for my heart.

Immediately the ‘yes’ slithered through my lips before my mind processed the weight of the situation. After all, he did have a dresser of stuff over at my apartment and the guest room was hardly ever occupied. 

“Sure.” 

A grateful smile graced his lips and he retracted his hand from mine. 

“Thank you, __...” he mumbled. “God, you know you’d make the best girlfriend in the world, right?” 

The offhand comment threw a poison tipped dagger straight through my heart and the breath I had been trying to take caught in my throat before he resituated himself against the car door and added, 

“I guess that makes me lucky you’re my best friend.” 

Deep, devious, and devilish, the darkness concealed the hurt masked in my eyes and Jungkook shot me a playful smile, ignorant to the fact the smile I offered back did not reach my eyes.

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[ikenbar]

Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice CH3 PT 9

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse (just stories and old scars), Fluffff, also some angst but it’s like the last few paragraphs so don’t get your hopes up, ewwy googy baby high fives, and cliffhangers that will make you beg for more >:D

(Chapter Three (Victor and Lucien) prologue and part one, and parts two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight here~)

((Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D))

Chapter three:

Part nine:

I crashed the moment I hit my bed. When I woke up I called Maria and told her everything that had happened. She was silent through most of the call, partially out of exhaustion from how early it was, and partially because of how angry she had been with me the night before. After hearing the story, she seemed to have eased up a bit but made me promise to call her right away if anything like that were to happen again. I also promised to try extra hard to welcome the new foster child, Adrienne, to the family that night. Maria accepted the proposal without hesitation.

Throughout the entire conversation, Bart hadn't uttered a word to me. I could tell he was angry, so I made it a point to call him later that day. But no matter how many times I had tried to call him, he never picked up.

I also made sure to tell Sam what happened that night when I picked him up from school. “I never trusted Lucien.” Sam growled over the phone, “If he ever tries to bug you again just let me know! I’ll teach him a lesson!” Sam’s adolescent voice made the threats adorable but I accepted his offer nonetheless. It was nice to know he would be by my side no matter what. Now I just had to convince the other members of the family to do the same...

>>>

I tugged lightly at the tie around my neck as I approached the foster house. I had decided to dress semi casually that evening with a white button-up shirt, nice black jeans, and a loose red tie. I had also bought some pies for dessert that night. Hopefully, that would make Bart happy enough to talk to me again.

I rapped on the door. Hurried footsteps sounded from the living room then the door swung open. I was greeted by a wide-eyed and grinning Sam. He was carrying a giggly Lola.

“Look, Lola!” He bounced the baby and pointed at me, “It’s Sissy Ike!” Lola screeched and reached out for me happily. I took her up from Sam’s arms and held her close with my free hand. Sam took the opportunity to take my bags and peer inside of them.

“Hey!” I reached to take them back but Sam dodged my grasp.

“Pies!” Sam cheered, “I hope you got pumpkin!”

“What kind of a fool doesn’t get pumpkin pie in the fall?” I huffed, “Those were supposed to be a surprise.”

“Welp, you shouldn’t have taken Lola, leaving me free to be nosy.” Sam stuck out his tongue. I looked over to Lola who was sucking happily on her fist.

“I can’t believe I trusted you.” I booped the little baby on the nose. Lola giggled and booped me right back with her slimy, saliva ridden hand.

“Come in.” Sam said through a fit of laughter, “I’ll put these in the kitchen for Dad to warm up.”

“Is the newbie here yet?” I asked, walking into the house and closing the door behind me, “Have you met her?” Sam stopped walking.

“Yeah.” Sam laughed nervously, “She’s… a character.” With that, he sped off into the dining room.

“How reassuring.” I said to Lola, who cooed in response. Doors shut from upstairs and footsteps retreated from the bedrooms. Maria appeared at the foot of the stairs, obviously at a loss for words. As she descended, she looked to be lost in thought, completely oblivious of my presence. “Wow.” I said, making Maria jump, “I think I can see smoke coming out of your ears.”

“Evie!” She said sweetly, quickly bouncing down the last steps and into my arms. I moved to complete the hug but Maria had already pulled away. She reached up and held my face in her hands, “How are you feeling, Evie? Any better?”

“I’m ok, really.” I pulled her hands away and gave her a soft smile, “Our talk this morning helped a lot.” Maria gave me a look of shock. My smile dropped. “What?”

“I don’t know.” Her shock melted into curiosity, “You seem… different today. Softer almost.”

“Perhaps the leaky baby in my arms makes it look that way.” Annoyance trailed from my words as another slimy slap hit my face. Maria laughed and took Lola from my arms.

“Come here, you!” She cooed, rubbing her face into the giggling baby’s, “Sister Ike has to go greet Sister Adri and hopefully put her in a better mood!”

“She isn’t in a good mood?” I asked looking up the stairs.

“Nope!” Maria kept up her playful tone for Lola, “In fact, I think I made it worse! Hey, Lola. Can you say ‘good luck, Evie!’?” Maria waved Lola’s hand to me, wordlessly pushing me upstairs. I sighed and accepted her challenge, walking to the bedrooms carefully.

I approached the pink bedroom door quietly. Scuffling came from inside the room, guaranteeing the existence of the new occupant living there. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Come in.” An annoyed, high pitched voice welcomed me. I pushed open the door and looked around. The room was fairly simple but had a clear aesthetic.

Neon lights in spring.

Pale pink based every furniture in the room and neon displays outlined them with various colors. My eyes landed on a teenage girl sitting on a comfy looking bed. She was tall and lean, legs splayed out and body contorted uncomfortably as she hunched over the phone in her hands. She wore black leggings, red converse, a large band tee shirt, and an even bigger tan jacket that poofed nicely around her arms. Her hair was black, bobbed, and straight, framing her heavily makeup ridden face. Her style seemed sharp enough to cut anyone who approached her and it was clear that was what she intended.

Adrienne pulled her attention from the phone as I walked in. She let out an annoyed huff as she eyed me up and down. “You must be Ike.” Adrienne said in a disgruntled tone.

“I take it you’ve heard about me?” I asked, shutting the door behind me.

“The old man wouldn’t stop talking about you.” Adrienne rolled her eyes, “It was ‘Ike this’ and ‘Ike that’ with him. I’m surprised you didn’t walk in with a halo and wings.”

“So they didn’t say anything bad about me?” I sighed and shoved my hands in my pockets.

“No.” Adrienne deadpanned, looking back at her phone.

"They didn’t mention anything about me being an emotionally distant adrenaline hog?"

Adrienne looked back at me, eyeing me in a way that made it clear that she was waiting for me to tell her it was a joke. Once she saw I really wasn't kidding, she straightened herself slightly, ".… I think one of the twins might have touched on it." She said cautiously. Ah, good ol Ashton. "The other twin made me a macaroni picture." Adrienne gestured to her vanity. I approached it to find a macaroni picture of a smiling dog that read, Welcome to your new home, A-Dog!!

"Sam and his macaroni pictures." I shook my head and picked up the picture, "I threw out the first one I got from him. When he saw it in my trash, he didn't get angry. He simply made me another one. I stopped trashing them after the tenth try. It's still hanging in my apartment as we speak." I had two of his works actually. The one he made me at the foster home and the other one he had made me when I moved out. They were proudly framed and placed by my bed.

Some macaroni started sliding down the picture. He must have just made it. I placed down the picture carefully and walked back over to Adrienne. I pulled her desk chair out and swung it in front of her bed. Straddling it, I leaned forward, placing my head on the palm of my hand. “Ashton would be the other twin. He tends to be blunt about things. Bart and Maria could learn a thing or two from him. Now, allow me to introduce myself correctly.” I held out my hand, “Hi, I’m Ikamara Bikira. But you can call me Ike. I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.” Adrienne hesitated a moment but eventually took my hand. She shook it limply, making my grasp seem like that of a giant’s.

“Adri.” She murmured slightly, withdrawing her hand rather quickly from mine, “So.. you aren’t the super prissy heiress they make you out to be?”

“Nope.” I deadpanned, “In fact, most of the people I work with hate me. Say I don’t have any human decency or manners. They’re right, of course, but it still hurts.”

“But, the folks made you out to be this super caring person who only thinks for the people around her and never herself.”

“They tend to do that for the people they care about.” I sighed somewhat happily, “They only talk about the redeeming qualities so you seem so much better than you are. In fact, Maria did it for you.”

“She just barely met me.” Adri huffed, trying to catch me in a lie.

“You’ve seen Maria. Do you really think time will stop her from deciding whether or not to love and adore you?”

Adri seemed to be at a loss for words. She huffed and looked down at her phone. I took the opportunity to admire the poster hanging over her bed.

“You like Kiro?” I asked, staring into those familiar eyes on the poster. He was singing into a microphone and smiling charmingly at the camera.

“Who doesn’t?” Adri scoffed, keeping her eyes on her phone, “I have all of his albums on my phone.”

“Me too.” I found myself saying, as I got lost in his eyes.

“What?!” Adri laughed, snapping me back to reality, “Really?! I didn’t take you for the type!”

“What is that supposed to mean?!” I eyed Adri.

“I mean, Kiro’s music is full of emotion! You’re,” Adri looked me up and down again, “Not.”

“I’ll have you know Kiro’s music got me through highschool.” I said, redirecting my eyes to that dazzling smile, “He also connected me with this family.”

“How so?”

“Sam and I would listen to his music together all the time. I even used Kiro to communicate to Ashton while I was mute.”

“You… were mute?” Adri asked, hesitantly. My eyes unfocused from the poster and became large. Dang it, Victor. I thought to myself, Now you’ve got me spilling my guts to a seventeen-year-old. I hope you’re happy.

“Yeah.” I replied slowly, unsure about what to say, “For three years.”

“So it was selective.” Adri crossed her legs and sat in front of me, making me straighten my posture in response, “Why did you choose to be mute?”

“Since when did you become so interested in me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Since you stopped being a prick and actually became interesting.” Adri answered eagerly, gesturing to me to start talking. I looked blankly into her eyes. Victor’s words swam through my head.

“...I don’t blame you for needing time to ready yourself for the world, but you can’t stay in your head forever.”

Maybe talking to Adri about this stuff could be the step forward I needed to take.

I unbuttoned and rolled up the sleeves to my shirt. “My mother left me and my dad when I was a baby, and my dad had important business to attend to… business that didn’t involve me. So, my dad put me in the foster program when I was just a child. Since then I was admitted to six different homes, counting this one. The first home sent me to a sort of Bootcamp, the second home neglected me, the third home gave me too much of the wrong kind of attention, the fourth home made me lose parts of myself; Including the feeling in my left arm... and my voice; and the fifth home… was featured on the news.” The scars on my arms radiated strangely in the neon lights, “By then I was discouraged. It had been ten years since my father had promised to come back for me and I was still in the system, bouncing from house to house. From one family who didn’t want me to the next. When I had arrived at this home, I was ready for it to be the same way…

“But it wasn’t. I was greeted with a macaroni picture, a hug from a large friendly man, a bright smile from a kind lady, the cold shoulder from a strange little boy, and a large welcoming meal. It still took me a month until I was sure I could trust them, but that was thirty-one days I wish I could take back. I wish I had started speaking to them right away. I wish I told them everything I felt and exactly how thankful I was that they didn’t hate me. That they wanted me around to love and welcome me as their own. Their love means more to me then they will ever know… which is why I want to ask one thing of you.” Adri had been transfixed on my arms as I spoke. I took her chin and pulled it up so she would match my gaze, “Give them a chance. Before you know it you will be out of here and reunited with your family. Let them love you the way you deserve because, whether you like it or not, they are going to do it anyway. And they aren’t ever going to stop doing it. No matter how badly you mess up. Trust me, I know. They…” I paused, “...we are your family now. We’ve got your back. So there’s no need to fight us.” Adri stayed silent, staring blankly at my face. I let go of Adri’s chin and stood up from her chair. I held out my hand, “Now, why don’t we head downstairs? Bart normally likes it when we set the table for dinner.”

Adri ignored my hand as she looked up at me. She had a clear sparkle in her eyes. Many emotions filled them. Sympathy, sadness, regret…

... but also realization, adoration, and above all, respect. Adri raised a shaky hand to mine.

Before she could take it though, the door swung open. Sam stomped in, worry and anger brimmed on his face. Those emotions morphed into awkwardness as he realized what he had interrupted. “S-sorry!” He said sweetly, “Did I ruin a moment?”

“I’m sure there will be more to come.” I smiled at Adri. She smiled back meaningfully, “What’s up, kiddo?” Sam’s face returned to the state it was in before as the topic returned to him.

“N-Now, don’t kill the messenger.” Sam spoke slowly and shakily, “But we have a visitor.”

“Who is it?” I asked, bracing myself. One knowing look from Sam made the answer clear. “No.” I wined slightly, “Please be joking.” A familiar laugh came from downstairs. Anxiety rushed into my stomach as I groaned. I hid my face in my hand.

“Who is it?” Adri asked warily.

“Oh! He is just delightful! Super fun!” Sam smiled sarcastically. Then his smile dropped, “and also a son of a-” I held a hand up to Sam to stop him from contributing to the swear jar.

“Why don’t we go meet him.” I groaned, moving towards the door, “There could be a chance he got amnesia within the few hours we last saw each other and he could have completely forgotten about me.”

“What, hold on, tea?!” Adri jumped up from the bed and grabbed onto my arm, “Spill it! Is this guy an ex??”

“He wishes!!” Sam spoke up again and jumped in front of Adri, “Go on down, Ike. I’ll be the one to catch Adri up to speed.”

“What, so I can go face him alone?!” I scoffed, “No way! I’ll stay here. You go.”

“How about we all stay?” A low melodious voice came from the doorway, “I would like to hear what happened as well.”

(Next)

[alanna-artroid]

Cookies I Have From Cookie Run So Far! (And My Thoughts On Them)

Alright, I’ve gotten pretty far in Cookie Run: Oven Break, and I felt the need to share my thoughts on all the adorable cookies I’ve unlocked so far. So far, I have 50/100, so I’d say I’m making good progress. On to the list!

GingerBrave: The bravest boy. If this was a show, he’d clearly be the main character. I recently got him a little suit, so now he’s a gentleman! 

GingerBright: Sweet little lady. She looks like she’d be nice to get a coffee with or help you with homework. I definitely ship her with Brave, no doubt about it.

Strawberry Cookie: Precious baby! She’s super shy and I am compelled to protect her at all costs. Her pet is also a Tamagotchi, so she must be a gamer! Sweet!

Skater Cookie: HE WAS A SK8TER BOI! SHE SAID SEE YA LATER BOI! 

Zombie Cookie: This is one of the fastest zombies I’ve ever seen. They seem like a nice guy overall though.

Princess Cookie: Heck yes, a mischievous princess! Those are the best! I love her dress and hair bows. I bet she just pretends to get kidnapped for the lols.

Pilot Cookie: Is it just me, or is this little old man smaller than most of the other cookies? Whatever, he’s got a cute mustache and he’s adorable. Go and fly!

Vampire Cookie: As a vampire nerd, I immediately adored this guy. I will gladly give him grape juice and chill with him under the light of the moon. 

Gumball Cookie: Is this was Splatoon is like? This boi has a lot of chaotic energy and I like him.

Pistachio Cookie: I love this warrior woman so dang much. Look at that minty green hair! Her power is also SUPER helpful. She a speedy knight!

Pancake Cookie: HE’S A FLYING SQUIRREL! HE’S TOO CUTE I CAN’T EVEN! LET ME HUG THIS TINY CHILD!!!

Peppermint Cookie: Sweet baby. Good baby. My mom would probably adore this baby. (She loves mint and she’s not even a big sweets person.)

Muscle Cookie: As a lesbian, I’m not into big abs and muscles, but he’d probably be a good gym partner. Don’t mess with him is all I can say.

Cherry Cookie: Little Red Riding Hood got some bombs! I hope she and Gumball can go cause chaos on the weekends.

Hero Cookie: Precious nerdy boi with science! I saw his Island of Memories intro and his bond with Jellyco Cube is just the sweetest thing! Follow your superhero dreams, my baby!

Fairy Cookie: I didn’t know Tinkerbell was in this game! Also, I got her a bee costume and that looks super cute on her. Love her hair bun.

Werewolf Cookie: ULTIMATE FLOOF! Doggo here has a lot of angst and I worry for him. Maybe Vampire Cookie can teach him to chill? That’d be nice.

Rockstar Cookie: Oh, the songs I could sing right here. High tier rocker boy. Loving that flowing white hair. Rock on, buddy!

Soda Cookie: Go-to starter for my Breakout runs. I love him very much, he’s super cute! Let me go to the beach with this righteous dude! 

Dark Enchantress Cookie: Oooooh, she is GORGEOUS!!! I love her design~! I’ll be sure to invite her to any fancy balls I might have, as to avoid any Maleficent scenarios with this savage woman.

Moon Rabbit Cookie: My spirit animal! I love how she constantly munches while she runs. This girl is such a mood for me. Cute little bunny ears~!

Space Doughnut: Awww, look at this alien dork! Their design is very cute, and I love how their expression of >:3.

Macaron Cookie: Such a sweetie pie! Why must they all be so adorable?! She’s a little drummer girl! That is too precious! Look at her dress and hat!!!

Pink Choco Cookie: She reminds me of a show I watched when I was younger. It was about a space girl, does anyone remember it? This girl will save the day, I can tell! 

Avocado Cookie: Strong girl on the loose! My pun-loving friends would adore this cookie. And she’s a blacksmith, which is always cool.

Whipped Cream Cookie: Elegant ballerino!! He’s definitely one of my favorites! Such a beautiful boi~! I love his design so much, and he’s very useful. <3 <3 <3

Blackberry Cookie: Yeeees! Gothic girl for the win! She is SO dang pretty! I am WEAK for gothic lolitas, and she even has ghost buddies! I bet she’ll love spooky games like Luigi’s Mansion and Hollow Knight.

Lemon Cookie: Edgy boi is trying way too hard to be Shadow the Hedgehog. I mean, can you SMILE for once dude? It’ll take me a while to bond with this guy.

Salt Cookie: He strikes me as a wise old man you’d find meditating at the top of a mountain, or in his case on a boat in the ocean. I bet he has lots of knowledge to share.

Squid Ink Cookie: AWWWWW, SWEET BABY SQUID!!! Guys, I think they might be my favorite! They’re so squishy and mighty, and they need all my love and huggles!!! Don’t be sad baby, I’ll be your friend! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Lime Cookie: Beach girl! She’s like Lemon Cookie, but slightly nicer! I really like her hair and beach ball. Very cool girl.

Ninja Cookie: FINALLY! SOMEONE WITH MORE THAN TWO JUMPS!!! I went kind of crazy with his jumping powers at first. He’s super cool. Not sure why his pet is a ghost though.

Pomegranate Cookie: Oooh, I love Asian fashion~! Look how fancy and elegant she is! Her story concerns me, and I’m worried about her.

Angel Cookie: Good cookie, sweet cookie. Wouldn’t hurt a fly. It looks like they trust the devil boy, which is beyond kind of them. I love it when angels get along with demons. Defy angle roles!!!

Devil Cookie: Speaking of, they’re a cute little bean too! I love the naughty demon trope, and this cutie is so mischievous! Call Angel your “rival” all you want, I’m still shipping you dorks.

Roll Cake Cookie: Imagine, if you will, the world’s biggest game of Whack-A-Mole! With that hammer, this boy would win without question.

Popcorn Cookie: I’d be happy to go with this girl to the movie theater! Also, I love how she had popcorn for hair buns. She seems like she’d be up for a fun time!

Carrot Cookie: Oh my lordy, her ponytails are carrots. The artists for this game are so clever. Strong but tiny farmer, I approve.

Ion Cookie Robot: Yes! A robot! I love robots, and this cookie is no exception! Definitely one of my favorites, up there with Whipped Cream Cookie. They’re super powerful too, and REALLY useful in Breakout and Trophy runs.

Dino-Sour Cookie: Gee Dino-Sour, how come Devsisters let you have two pets? Very cool punk boy. I can see him going to Rockstar Cookie’s concert.

Plum Cookie: Aren’t plums purple though? This boy is one tough cookie! Look at his karate moves! Honestly, I thought he was a girl at first. Why must these boys be so pretty?!

Yogurt Cream Cookie: PRINCE ALI! FABULOUS HE! ALI ABABWUA~!

Alchemist Cookie: Look, it’s Twilight Sparkle! Apparently, Vampire boy is her brother? I really like her hair braids(?), I just wish she’d loosen up a bit. She seems like a nice girl.

Roguefort Cookie: Aaaah yeah, elegant thief! This cookie is the coolest! I love this aesthetic so much~! Blue cheese has never been so fancy. Just look at this charmer, stealing hearts!

Pitaya Dragon Cookie: OOOOOhohoho! THIS is what I’m TALKING about! Look at this beast, they’re GLORIOUS! They’ve probably killed a bunch of people, but They’re crazy powerful and I adore them.

Knight Cookie: This guy is SO much fun to play as! He just won’t stop, he’s too fast!!! I couldn’t stop laughing once I found out just how fast this knight could go! Somehow he controls better than Pistachio? I don’t know, I love him!

Birthday Cake Cookie: TOO PRECIOUS FOR WORDS! SHE’S SO DANG CUTE!!! Also, her “Bonus Time” changes to “Happy B Day” and I... I just can’t! She’s the sweetest thing!!! <3 <3 <3

Cocoa Cookie: Awww, look at this sweet baby! I wanna snuggle her! Her design looks so warm and comfy. I have plenty of hot chocolate to give her. <3

Raspberry Mousse Cookie: Ah yes, the pretty boy that got me into this game in the first place. Along with Squid Ink, he’s probably my favorite. There’s a reason he has the highest affection so far with me. I just adore his design, and he’s very powerful! I will ALWAYS have him ready for Breakout and Trophy Runs. Well worth all the hype. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Rose Cookie: Finally, we have this lovely lady. Everyone is shipping her with Raspberry, and rightfully so. She is a high-quality woman that makes gay men straight and straight girls lesbian. Look at that outfit! And those dance moves!

Aaaand that’s everybody for now! I’ll update this once I get more Cookies. So far, I like most of them a lot. Anybody got some favorites they’d like to share? I’m still new to this game, but I’m happy to hear what others have to say!

UPDATE 1: 

I went back and fixed all the gender mistakes I made. (I’m so sorry! D:) Also, I got a few more cookies! So here we go!

Walnut Cookie: Precious detective baby! The newest update is only making her cuter! Probably the shortest of the bunch, and I adore her design~! <3

Cinnamon Cookie: Super useful power so far, and they have a really cool cape! Those cards are very handy! (I promise I’ll pay attention to the genders of these cookies from now on! I don’t want to misgender anyone again!)

Sparkling Cookie: Oooh, a sparkling cider cookie! That’s honestly the only boozy thing I enjoy drinking. He is super classy and seems like the life of the party. He strikes me as a Great Gatsby kind of host.

Moonlight Cookie: OOOOOOOH~! LOOK at this GODDESS! I love the nighttime/dreamy aesthetic. This girl has Luna’s hair and a wizard’s outfit, high tier cookie!

White Choco Cookie: This game sure likes it’s knights, huh? This girl is a fine lady and apparently, she attracts all the lesbians. Can’t say I blame those girls, I do love that hairstyle. 

Spinach Cookie: Aaand the newest cookie to hit the scene, this girl! I have never met someone so dedicated to vegetables, so I have to applaud that. She’s a super sweet girl, and I hope we find who stole her precious vegetables!!!

UPDATE 2:

More Cookies! It’s been a while since I’ve updated this, so I have quite a bit to share. On to the new ones!

Mustard Cookie: Look at this punk girl! Street artist on the loose in the streets! I always admire people and characters in this style, so I’m supporting this rebel all the way!

Herb Cookie: Now THIS guy is everywhere! It seems the fandom really likes him, and I can see why. He seems like a very nice boy, with a sweet plant baby. I like the leaf hair, very cool.

Sea Fairy Cookie: I love how everything on her flows. Her hair, her dress, she’s so beautiful~! I will say though, Legendaries are SO DANG HARD to level up and get affection with! WHY?!

Cream Puff Cookie: Awwww, look at this precious baby girl~! Look at her soft hair and little dress! I almost feel bad running with the super cute ones, I don’t want them to get hurt! 

Matcha Cookie: Oooooh, all these ancient-looking cookies have the coolest designs! She’s probably insane, darkness will do that to ya, but she seems harmless so I like her!

Ice Candy Cookie: This chick could crush me like a grape and I don’t know how to feel about that. Hopefully, she’s only savage on the ice rink. I do NOT want to mess with this girl.

Cherry Blossom Cookie: Awww, look how pretty she is~! Cherry blossoms are always so lovely, and this girl embodies that. She has a PARASOL for crying out loud, I CAN’T EVEN!!

Grapefruit Cookie: This game sure likes sports, huh? She seems really cool, I love her colors! Do you think she’d play Skate 3? Hopefully, she’d get a laugh out of that game.

Pirate Cookie: This guy has been a long time coming. I’ve been curious about him since the Breakout episode. He’s pretty neat, I appreciate how he naturally comes with an extra revive.

Kumiho Cookie: Cool! A Kitsune! I love the spin on the concept of cookies. Let this marshmallow fox live out her reverse-furry dream! I’m loving her design too, look at that hair! 

Marshmallow Cookie: Oh cute! Another marching band cookie! According to her story, she and Macaron had a falling out. I hope they can reconcile and be friends again. :(

Dark Choco Cookie: WE’VE REACHED MAXIMUM EDGE! WITH OREO SHOULDER PADS!!! Interesting how he’s still trying to be a hero, which is a nice spin on the “I have evil powers so now I’m evil” trope. Here’s hoping he stays strong.

Fire Spirit Cookie: Ah yes, the classic lord of fire. A staple for any fantasy story that includes the elements. Again, it’s impossible to get the affection for these guys.

Mala Sauce Cookie: Yay! I got Pitaya’s girlfriend! I always love it when there’s a tribe/society of warriors and the WOMAN is the strongest one there. Heck yes! This warrior lady is a badass!

Firecracker Cookie: I didn’t know I was invited to a rave party! Love the neon colors on this cookie, that’s something this game really excels at.

UPDATE 3:

I’ve reached 90 cookies! I’m on the homestretch!!!

Cheesecake Cookie: OH MY LORDY LOOK HOW FANCY SHE IS! I adore her already! Fancy ladies are the best ladies!

Kiwi Cookie: This game REALLY likes sports. He looks cool, can’t complain.

Yoga Cookie: Awww, a pretzel is trying to be loose! I’ve done yoga a few times, and it is very good for your body. Nice colors, simple design, nice.

Dr. Wasabi Cookie: I’d reference some mad scientist, but I know a lot of them so we’d be here for a while. Her combi generator has been very helpful.

Tiger Lily Cookie: IT’S THE EYE OF THE TIGER IT’S THE THRILL OF THE NIGHT, RISING UP TO THE CHALLENGE OF OUR RIVALS!

Chili Pepper Cookie: Uh oh, this one’s a troublemaker! I really like her hair, it’s very bright. Secure your pockets around this chick, that’s for sure.

Millennial Tree Cookie: These cookies are too pretty, I keep thinking they’re girls! This guy is so beautiful~ truly a being of nature!

DJ Cookie: Ooooh, I love her design~. Rainbow colors will win me over every time. And look! She’s wearing a Bi Pride shirt! This girl is awesome! I like how her special power is basically tiny Guitar Hero.

Snow Sugar Cookie: Soft baby, sweet baby. Looks very cuddly. Their level was very helpful during Sandwich Cookie’s event in getting frozen jellies. Those blue bears aren’t easy to come by!

Fig Cookie: CENTAUR! I wasn’t expecting one of those here! She’s such a sweetie pie~. Since everything and anything is allowed in this game, can we get mermaids or harpies next?

Cotton Candy Cookie: PRECIOUS BABY! She’s so gosh darn cute, I can’t take it! I personally can relate to falling in love with things so easily. And there are official plushies of her now! ONE DAY I WILL BRING HER HOME!

Purple Yam Cookie: Bro needs a chill pill. Not ONCE have I seen this guy smile yet. And I thought Lemon needed to lighten up. Milk seems to care about him though, so I guess he can’t be that bad.

Milk Cookie: The softest of warriors! Look how cute he is~! I adore him! Plus he really shines in the stories. I can only assume Yam is his boyfriend or something. Am I wrong about that?

Cyborg Cookie: Hey! I saw the storybook for this one! I’m surprised I haven’t unlocked this “Aloe Cookie” yet. Are they still in this game? I can’t find them on the chart. Anyway, Cyborg is cool. Very nice design.

Mango Cookie: Newest baby! I love him, and would love to learn all about the islands from him! I’m gonna say it, I already ship him with Ananas Cookie, no questions asked.

[delicrieux]

amortentia [young!tom riddle x reader] -final-

premise: two students start developing feelings for one another despite having too many secrets to count.

tagging:  @cheshirecatbyul @junieyes @whaledenwtf @xoxomioxoxo @cherryvblossom @adidabach @sissieliang @patronusfire @rianrawr @gravitygemjj @aquariemm @storiiteller @fortisfiliae @imagines-all-day-everyday @redrupees @kurara-black-blog @pleuviors @songforhema @zaybmocx @justeveeeee @importanttyrantruler @sissieliang @milkchocolatepretzel @wontyoustandbyme

warnings: angst, sexual themes, descriptions of death, very morbid + disturbing imagery

a/n: this had been brewing in my mind since i read les diaboliques! thank you all for all the wonderful comments and kudos and all that jazz. truly. i started this project because there were no tom riddle fics, and if there were they were not nearly disturbing enough for my tastes. this last chapter is from tom’s point of view and i think you can already guess why. let me know what you think! thank you again for this amazing journey. it is finally time for the curtain to fall. p.s. thank you immensely to my seraph @macchiavellii for the aesthetic. divine, as per usual. 

xx d

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10. The Crimson Curtain/ Odette

There is not enough substance in this world to feed Tom Riddle’s desire for power – power over things that cannot be controlled, and power over people that simply adore him. He had always fancied himself completely in control; since moving to Hogwarts, he had built a new image of himself, a skilfully crafted mask that no one would question, or peer behind it if they did. He is charming, and handsome, and devilishly sly, yet he presents a tender disposition of a diligent student – everyone’s dream.  To him very few things matter and nothing matters very much. Yet there is this girl from his house, this gentle, naïve creature that had enough heart to defend him from bullies that years later would worship him on their feet; the same, graceful, roseate cheeked figure giving him the upmost respect and adulation of which she, herself, has none. He was her first everything and he knew this and held this secret with silent pride: her first love, her first kiss, her first everything. And as fitting, or so he thinks, clearly and coldly, it started with him and it shall end with him – she will die in his hands like a swan taking her last bow on stage, in her prettiest white dress and refined movements, so precise they are hurtful, and it will be the most beautiful thing to witness and he anticipated that moment with bated breath and morbid, dark eyes, wild with wonder, drunk on lust.

The days slip by slowly at the Riddle Manor, its strange halls dark and the outside fields misty. The roses that had bloomed in the garden had wilted from the harsh wind; alien grey clouds dotted the sunless sky like a picture void of all colour, of all happiness. Then it got hot again, humid, the stench of old wood and the lingering whiff of death and blood floated in these halls as if a permanent tenant, unable to leave, bringing nothing but a sense of melancholy and acceptance. The nights are cold, bigger than imagining; black and gusty and enormous, disordered and wild with stars. It brought a sense of tranquillity, its vastness, though a looming sense of finality, too. (Name) had long ago accepted her fate as a soul to be sacrificed to the Mighty Death itself and Tom had no qualms about that: she accepted it with his first tender touch in confession, accepted it again on the train ride to Little Hangleton, and reconfirmed it with a scorching, delicious kiss. He wanted to devour her like Saturn devoured his sons, like Goya in fretful grey-brown colours depicted on the verge of his madness. He could not share her with anyone else; she is too precious to even bathe in the curious eye of anyone else. It pained him horribly to even imagine it.

Her room is on the second floor, the very last one, spacious and adorned with viridian sheets and cheerful depictions of the Victorian past via paintings framed in glossy wood. Her window overlooks the dead roses and the faraway cabin of the caretaker, who, for days oblivious, stumbles about his home, in his mind certain he had conversed with the Riddle family and watered the flowers, cut the grass, cheerily gave the children candy he used to love as a child himself. A red curtain, satin, soft as her skin, hung above the aforementioned window, swayed from the breeze. They had spent many nights within this room, it now trapping many whispers and groans of his name, embedded into the walls, into the pillows, and the taste of kisses and metallic blood only fuelled this famishing carnal desire.

And it is dark again and he is drawn to her door like a soul is drawn to the afterlife, feeling, in a dreamlike state, the air tonight being electric and different. The hallway is shadowy and he makes no sound as he moves to the handle, his hot hand burning from touching its cold metal surface. The door opens with a ghastly creek and he enters the cool, moonlit room. She sits on the edge of the bed, staring somewhere outside the open window, a candle burning on its sill and flicking with the curtain of rouge behind it, twirling, caressing the air in its sensual dance. She slowly turns her head to him, her features lily-like, submerged in water; she appears as a seraph that climbed down from heaven to wait for him by the foot of the bed. Though this seraph, this divine, lovely creature has its wings clipped, and blood streams lazily from her nose, drips on her nightgown, appearing black in the shade.

“Were you waiting for me?” He asks, knowing the answer. She faintly nods, tilting her head and watching her feet with an empty, lonely look. He approaches her vigilantly, not yet ready to let go this picturesque, medieval image of her, so waxen, so completely lifeless. He sits next to her, his hand coming to rest on hers. Hers feels like marble, cold and sculpted. He brings the hand to his lips, kisses it softly, thinking he shall warm it with his caress, all the while watching her closely in wonder and curiosity. She barely reacts, only the sides of her pale lips quirk upwards, and the faint glow of love lights up in her eyes, and she gazes back at him, through him, drifting between this world and the next. Still grasping her hand, his other lands on the back of her neck, careful to hold her as if she was something pitifully fragile. He lays her down onto the velvety, glossy sheets.

He looks into her eyes and he sees the ocean in their barren depths. It mesmerizes him, makes his breath hitch in his throat; the trickle of red dyes her cupid bow in the prettiest rouge lipstick. He kisses her, a kiss that is strangely unlike him, a kiss full of emotion so strong his heart nearly lunges out of his chest to beat for hers. Her pulse drums helplessly in her lips, on the side of her jaw where his hand moves to rest. He pulls away slightly, enraptured, and she rasps something melodious in blood written notes.

“Ma mort…” Her voice is an alluring siren’s call.

“Ma vie…” He whispers in between kisses.

She unfolds in his grasp like a rose, breathless and beautiful, and he kisses her neck, her collarbones, retraces the spots he had marked the night before with growing eagerness. He captures her lips again, this time void of any tenderness he had exhibited prior, and she returns it with unexpected keenness. Her limbs sputter by her sides as if she wants to grasp him, yet her hands fall back to bed before she has the chance to run her fingers through his hair. He growls, deep, in the back of his throat, because she tastes like heaven, his heaven, his own personal Eden.

Her last dance, her last arch to his roaming lips as they trail down the curve of her breasts.  He calls her name with a gentle groan, barely a whisper. Her skin is frost. It does not heat no matter how much he touches it, and the night is dead silent suddenly, and the hand that had been wrapped around her throat feels as if something is amiss. He pulls away from her, sits uptight, and for a moment, or perhaps a minute, or a whole eternity, he stares at the pale, haunting body of a girl laying eerily still. Her eyes gaze into oblivion with alarming emptiness, and the light of the flickering candle reflects warmly in her eyes.

He cannot explain this feeling, cannot trap it within the constraints of his lexis. He trembles, lightly at first, then almost violently, her blood still warm on his lips. He feels horror grip his throat; settle in the pit of his stomach like a serpent. And he feels awe hitting him in waves of opalescent ecstasy. Beauty, true beauty, is terror. He had never seen something so absolutely sublime.

In a daze, Tom Riddle stands and wanders to the window. White wax drips from the candle. He leans in by the fire, exhales sharply and the fire sniffs out leaving put spirals of grey smoke. He slowly closes the window, his hands still shivering. Lastly he draws the curtain over it. What little light was in the room is now replaced by a sinister red glow.

He never felt so powerful, never so ethereal. Finally… it dawns onto him.

It is happiness he feels. Happiness scorched with abysmal pain.

fin.

[devs-side-blog]

On This Day - Sanders Sides Birthday Fic for Virgil!

Fic time!  First fic I’ve written in quite a while, woooo!  A birthday story for Virgil =D  Hope you enjoy!

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Title:  On This Day

Warnings:  All Sides present, including Deceit and Remus.  A shot of angst here and there, especially at the end.  Sympathetic to all, I guess?  Not really certain on this.  Briefest mention of something vaguely gore-ish at the end.

Pairings:  No ships or pairings, only friendly and familial feelings

Type:  One-shot, fairly short.

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Sides didn't really have birthdays.  It was hard enough to know when a Side "came together" enough to be considered a Side, let alone when one first emerged at all.  It was easy to slip between the cracks and among the shadows of thought without being noticed for a long while.  Not just by Thomas, but by any Side that might already be around.  So they had mostly defaulted to considering Thomas' birthday their own, if they cared to claim one, even if they had generally been nothing but the vaguest abstract of a "something" that might grow into more later.

Not that all that kept certain Sides from latching on to the idea of everyone getting their own "special day".

"Come on, Virgil.  It'll be fun!"  Patton bounced on his toes and clapped his hands a few times.  He smiled widely at the more dour side currently perched on the stairs.

Virgil sank lower onto his favored step, knees drawn up and shoulders hunched as he glared out from the sanctuary of his hood.  His bangs half obscured his eyes.  "Nnnn... I'd rather not.  Why don't you let Princey have today?" he gestured toward the white-clad Side peering over the banister.  "He likes attention."

"Because it's not his day, you sil-" Patton began with hands on hips, though his expression quickly faltered along with his words, "Uh... I mean... besides, the viewers are the one who decided today was yours.  You don't want to disappoint them, do you?"  Patton lightly pleaded with his hands stretched out towards Virgil.  He smiled again, if a little less certainly.

"But they won't even see this!" Virgil protested, his own hands flung wide in a gesture of annoyance.  He had been Irritated At Patton for reasons that hadn't yet been aired out, and he found it bubbling up at the light-hearted attempt to guilt him.  Still, he tried to reign it in, huffing out, "Besides, it doesn't make any sense-"

"It makes perfect sense.  It's the first day you showed up in a video and got schooled by Lilly," Roman chimed in.  He stood with one arm crossed over his stomach while the other hand waved in a vague circular motion.

"Roman!"  This time Patton's chiding wasn't quite so light.

"What?  It's true."  Roman allowed his arms to drop to his sides.  "There's no shame in being taken down by Superwoman."  He dismissively waved a hand.  "Have you watched the video?  It's classic-"

"Thanks for the thought, Patton, but I'm really not interested," Virgil interjected before the Roman train-of-insult got up enough steam to really get rolling.

Roman clamped his mouth shut with a slight wince and shot a somewhat apologetic glance toward the fatherly Side.  He shifted from one foot to the other other, raised a finger, and opened his mouth.

"I think it's fine idea."

Roman snapped his mouth shut again.  Lowering his hand, he and the other two turned their attention toward the sitting area.

Logan lowered the book he had been reading into his lap, looking over to the other three from his seat on the couch.  He gave his glasses a small adjustment.

Virgil gave him a disbelieving stare.  Mood temporarily shifted, it spilled out in his tone.  "You think it's a good idea?  I thought you didn't like sentimental things?"

"True," Logan acknowledged with a small nod, "but it can be beneficial to be reminded of the... sincere and warm regards of one's friends and family."  He closed the book and set it aside.  Patton smiled fondly and softly at the last word.

"Warm?" Virgil questioned with a slight raise of both lip and brow as he pointed to Roman.

"Hey..."  The already muted expression on Roman's face became more of a frown.

"Yes," affirmed Logan.  His gaze shifted ever so slightly toward Roman before fixing again on Virgil through the spindles of the stair railing.

Virgil gave Roman a slightly puzzled side glance before shaking his head at Logan.  He held up his hands in refusal.  "Thanks but no thanks.  I don't think I need it."

"Not true," countered Logan simply.

Now it was the logical Side's turn to get the eyebrow raise.  "You missed a chance to yell Falsehood at me?"

"I didn't think it was necessary," Logan said with a one shoulder shrug.  "If you're really opposed to the idea, we can skip it.  I just think it would good for you to have a day to celebrate yourself."

"Celebrate anxiety?"  Virgil pointed to himself, the dubious expression and tone unshaken.

"You're more than that."  The response was both surprisingly soft-spoken and surprisingly firm at the same time.  Virgil almost ducked away from the unwavering look Logan was giving him.  Fortunately, Patton came to his rescue.

The bubbly Side put a hand on his shoulder.  "Logan's right, Virgil.  We want to show you how much you mean to us.  Not just us, the viewers as well!"  He gestured at seemingly nothing.  His voice softened.  "And... if you really do find it too uncomfortable, we can always stop."

Virgil looked from one Side to the other, fast becoming unable to resist the excited pleading in Patton's eyes, the uncertainty in Roman's, and the unflinching belief in Logan's.  His lip pulled up enough to wrinkle the side of his nose.  He finally yanked down the hood.  "Uuughh... fine!" he grouched with a surrendering if agitated wave of his hands.  "Let's do this.  But since it's also National Emo Day, you all have to dress in black."  He pointed at them with conviction.  They weren't getting out of this so easily.

"Yay!"  Patton fist-bumped the air, already sporting the emo half of the costume Virgil had put on him last Christmas.

“Yes, let's get this party started!"  Roman raised his hands in victory, a genuine smile back on his face.  He spun into a very un-princely black shirt and pants combo.  The briefest discomfort pinched his eyes before disappearing completely but it didn't dim his expression one jot.

Virgil mumbled and groaned as the two Sides pulled him to his feet and down the last few steps.  All the protesting, the muttering, it was all for show.  The tough guy emo aesthetic still stuck to him, after all, and he couldn't be too outwardly enthusiastic.  And it wouldn't be a lie to say he did feel anxious and vaguely guilty at the attention.  But he ducked his head down between shoulders as he caught the half smile on Logan's face, knowing at least one of the others had caught on to his act.  Logan, now looking scarily similar - and rather intimidatingly - like how he had been in Virgil's room, followed a pace or two behind the three.

Virgil was coaxed toward the table to be assaulted with cake, confetti, and a way over-riffed rendition of the Happy Birthday song by Roman... and a more humorous rap composed by Logan.  Patton arranged the few presents and cards, as well as conjuring up black and Halloween patterned decorations. After the unspoken wish the others prodded him to make while blowing out the candles, the other Sides pulled up many of the birthday messages from their viewers, a collection that had Virgil struggling not to blush or laugh or cry but ultimately left him with a cheek-squishing half smile he couldn't quite suppress.

"Thanks, everyone..." he said quietly.

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The screen glowed gently in the dimmed light of the room, illuminating the asymmetrical face clouded by a faint frown and little wrinkle between the brows.  Brmm-clack brmm-clack brmm-clack.  The sound of chair wheels on wood broke the silence as black-clad figure rolled his seat over to the other.  Planting booted feet up on the desk beside an elbow, Remus lounged back in the office chair.

"You know, we could show up and have some fun."  He left the suggested "fun" undefined, examining his nails while grinning.

"Sssshut up."  Deceit pushed sharply away from the desk and stood, sending his own chair clattering and rolling backward a few feet.  He turned quickly, the capelet swishing about his shoulders as he stalked away.

Remus rolled his eyes and dropped his arms over the sides of the chair like he had been shot on the spot.  He called out from his position, the volume of his voice increasing as the distance between them did, "Well, I'm going.  I'll bring you back a slice of cake.  Or a head!  What would you like?"

The answer came in the form of a slamming door followed by silence.

"Cake it is!"  Jumping to his feet, he sent the office chair crashing to the floor.  The noise bounced off the wooden floors only to be absorbed by the somewhat vintage items cluttering the room.  With a whistled song and a shouldered mace, he sauntered into the space between thoughts to join the rest.

[gvnbreaker]

CHARACTER SURVEY || Aja Hyskaris

@yascaret​ edited/removed some of the questions to make this more FFXIV-friendly. I made a few of my own changes as well.

RULES.  Repost, don’t reblog! Tag 10! Good luck!

TAGGED BY.  @yascaret​ and @wood-warder​

TAGGING. If you’re reading this, you’re tagged!

BASICS. FULL  NAME :   Aja Hyskaris

NICKNAME :  None (yet?)

AGE :  Appears around late 20s/30 by hyur standards

BIRTHDAY :   Midsummer

GENDER : Non-binary; she/they

ETHNIC  GROUP : Viera (Rava)

NATIONALITY :  Ivalician (?)

LANGUAGE / S : Common

SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :  Homosexual

ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION : Homoromantic

RELATIONSHIP  STATUS :  In a relationship with Lofn Yascaret & Pjel Qoet

HOME  TOWN / AREA :  The Hyskarian Deepwood, Golmore

CURRENT  HOME :  A small house in Shirogane.

PROFESSION : Mercenary. Bounty/monster hunter & occasional bodyguard.

PHYSICAL. HAIR : Vibrant red, wild, curly, falling to mid-back; undercut. Sideburns and widow’s peak.

EYES :  Amber.

FACE :   Square with a sharp jawline. High cheekbones, thick, arched eyebrows, and a prominent, aquiline nose. Often smirking insufferably or flirtatiously, prone to great expressiveness and wide smiles but just as easily brooding. Sharp teeth.

LIPS :  Full. Her smiles are crooked to begin with and deadened nerves on the left side of her mouth add to the effect.

COMPLEXION : Deep brown with warm undertones, lighter palms and soles of her feet, a lighter smudge underneath her nose and around her nostrils. Freckling around her shoulders, arm, the tops of her thighs and her lower back.

BLEMISHES : None of note.

SCARS :  Covered in scattered scars of varying age, depth, and severity, particularly on her left side and near her prosthetic arm. Ceruleum burns on torso; old, ringed scar around throat; vertical scar on left corner of mouth; small scar across nose; edge of left eyebrow; three scars beneath right eye.

TATTOOS & PIERCINGS :  Blackwork tattoos around forearm and legs, among others (design with art to come); white tattoos (curve, three dots) beneath eyes; Several gold rings along outer shells of ears; gold septum ring

HEIGHT :   Just under six fulms, not counting her ears.

WEIGHT :   Average.

BUILD :   Muscular and stocky, with broad shoulders tapering to a strong waist and thighs. [body type reference]

FEATURES :  Her left arm, from the start of the bicep, is a mechanical prosthetic, appearing to be of magitek-or-close make.

ALLERGIES :   None that she knows of.

USUAL  HAIR  STYLE :  Worn loose and wild, not so much a style as a thick mane.

USUAL  FACE  LOOK :  Bare-faced, wearing tinted red pince nez. Smirking, grinning, flirting--generally looking like a complete asshole.

USUAL  CLOTHING :  Loose, open shirts, trousers, long coats, heavy, knee-high boots, leather jackets.

PSYCHOLOGY. FEAR / S : Imprisonment, isolation, drowning, Garlean war machina.

ASPIRATION / S :  Stability, helping others, belonging. In her younger years, she had romantic visions of knighthood, but those have since quieted with the years.

POSITIVE  TRAITS :  Adventurous, Passionate, Brave, Charismatic, Strong, Empathic

NEGATIVE  TRAITS :  Cocky, Bull-headed, Self-destructive, Reckless, Impulsive

MBTI : ESFP

ZODIAC :  Leo

TEMPERAMENT :  Sanguine

SOUL  TYPE / S :   Warrior

ANIMALS :   Wolf

VICE HABIT / S :   Brooding, drinking to excess, recklessness, impulsive decisions, using sex as validation.

FAITH :  She spares it little thought.

GHOSTS ? :  Yes.

AFTERLIFE ? :  Maybe.

REINCARNATION ? : Hopefully.

ALIENS ? :   When she met her first hyur man, she knew aliens were real.

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : Garlemald bad, fuck cops.

EDUCATION  LEVEL :  Average for a viera of her village. She's taught herself to read between the lines better after being conned out of a full hunt reward once or twice in her early days in Rabanastre.

FAMILY. FATHER :   Fleeting contact a lifetime ago.

MOTHERS :  Still in the Wood.

SIBLINGS :   Several, no contact. She was close with one, but has made peace with never seeing any of them again.

EXTENDED  FAMILY :  Still in the Wood--as far as she knows.

NAME MEANING / S :  Aja, from the Hyskarian Deepwood

HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ? : She was born in Golmore, but as far as she knows her name has little meaning.

FAVORITES. BOOK :  Adventure stories and romance novels. She’d never admit it, but they can be found hidden in her satchel or underneath or inside other things.

DEITY :  She tries not to think about them.

HOLIDAY :  Moonfire Faire, ????

MONTH :  Summer

SEASON :  Summer & Fall

PLACE :  A grassy field. The back of a cycle. On top of someone or between someone's legs.

WEATHER :  Thunderstorms, rain showers, clear skies and bright sun overhead.

SOUND / S:  Rain, thunder in the distance, the soft breathing of a woman asleep.

SCENT / S :  Metal, cedar, rain, leather, girlfriend ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

TASTE / S :  Meat, whiskey, curry, girlfriend ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

FEEL / S :  Furs, leather, grass, rain, girlfriend ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

ANIMAL / S :  Cats, coeurls, dogs.

NUMBER :  7

COLORS :  Red, browns, black, gunmetal

EXTRA. TALENTS :  She's a blunt instrument, so beating the shit out of things. Flirting. Fixing things, usually the mechanical variety. Making friends. Diffusing social conflicts as often as she creates them. She's a good cook, but it's suitable really nowhere else but over a fire with a beast's flank in one hand and a metal spit in the other.

BAD  AT :  Love. Understanding and accepting her feelings. Has a chronic case of Foot-in-Mouth Disease. Has a long fuse, but her temper can spin out of control when pressed. Terrible at restraint and not being reckless and impulsive.

TURN  ONS :  Stockings, especially with the seam up the back. The nape of a woman's neck. Banter. Compliments. Smiles. Give her a smile and a coquettish eyelash flutter or make her feel strong and she's useless putty in your hands.

TURN  OFFS : Flirtatious men, cowards, cruelty, Garleans.

HOBBIES : Fishing, tinkering, gambling, trying new foods, sparring and training, exercise.

TROPES :  You Can’t Go Home Again, Badass Longcoat, Dark-Skinned Readhead, Cannot Spit It Out, Hot-Blooded, Scars Are Forever, Everyone Can See It, Artificial Limbs, Berserk Button, Unusual Eyebrows, Dark and Troubled Past, Rage Breaking Point, Cool Bike, Hot-Blooded Sideburns, Fiery Redhead, Red Oni Blue Oni, Gun Blade, La Résistance, Spell Blade, Love Epiphany, Bruiser with a Soft Center, Didn’t Think This Through (Gonna stop now or I’ll be here all night)

QUOTES : “Ah, fuck.”

MUN QUESTIONS. Q1 :   If you could write your character your way in their own movie,  what would it be called,  what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?          

A1 :  John Wick mixed with Final Fantasy VIII mixed with Drive but with Garlean soldiers, turncoats, gay bro content, a sorceress, and also heaps of gay in general.

Q2 :   What would their soundtrack/score sound like?          

A2 :  Chromatic rock, Nightrun, hair metal, a lot of Deftones, Tool, the Weeknd, indie and acoustic rock for angst.

Q3 :   Why did you start writing this character?          

A3 :   When viera were teased at Fanfest, I lost my mind and have been unable to concentrate on any other character since. Aja was actually going to be a hrothgar, but when they genderlocked them and the model and general design didn’t fit her body type, well… plans changed.

Q4 :   What first attracted you to this character?          

A4 :   Much like @yascaret’s answer, getting my gay hands on viera in FFTA and being obsessed since then. I wanted to write a warrior, a little battered but unbroken despite everything. She came out differently than originally planned, but in a good way. She’s just an even bigger himbo now.

Q5 :   Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 :   I worry about Flanderizing her too hard, because while she is a big flirtatious himbo idiot I also want it to come across that she has depth.

Q6 :   What do you have in common with your muse?          

A6 :   Not a lot. I guess we're both stubborn idiots with very long fuses that nonetheless eventually explode and/or destroy whatever is on the receiving end. Also what's gender precious

Q7 :   How does your muse feel about  you?          

A7 :   She probably wouldn’t acknowledge me at all, but we might bond over spicy noodles.

Q8 :   What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ?        

A8 :   Lofn and Pjel are the obvious choice, but… Lofn and Pjel. I really love writing her alongside and against them because their personality traits both complement and chafe against one another, often in the same scene. Also I love their chemistry and look forward to how that plays out.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Q9 :   What gives  you inspiration  to write  your muse ?        

A9 :    B u n y  d e a t h  s q u a d. Just in general seeing my RP partners and roleplayers I haven’t interacted with yet writing and posting content for their characters really inspires me. As far as writing Aja, I take a handful of aesthetics, design elements, and themes and smash them together until something clicks. Listening to music and rolling through a prompt generator usually kick starts me into writing a drabble or developing something, and the FFXIV Write challenge has been great for that this month.

Q10 :  How long did this take you to complete ?          

A10 :  About an afternoon and part of an evening. I fell into TV Tropes a little too hard near the end.

[marcoacesabo]

Give us angst (with a happy ending pls) munchy! Marco breaking up with his boyfriends cause of people thinks he's too old for supermodels that hot?

“I think we should put an end to this yoi”  He tries to say it as casually as he can but Marco can hear his own voice breaking and he winces. Sabo and Ace look up from dinner, forks of spaghetti suspended in the air for only a brief second then stuff into mouths.

Sabo talks around the noddles.  “End what, Love?”

Marco flitches at the nickname. Ace obviously saw the movement because he swallows his food while putting down his fork.  “Marco?”

He can do this. It’s time to stop living in the fantasy world and face reality. It won’t surprise anyone when the relationship ends, at least not when he was out of the picture and the two men realize they were too good for him.

What did Marco have to offer them anyway? He was a lowly elementary school teacher while they were taking over the fashion world by storm. Both at the top of their respective contracts, Ace with the Whitebeard Brand and Sabo with the Revolutionary Army Brand, they were appearing all over the place.

Marco had at first felt overwhelming pride when he saw posters of them in clothes stores, but soon it became obvious that he had no place among them. Ace and Sabo were stars while Marco was nothing but a mucky lake trying to reflect their brilliance. 

If Marco’s mind wasn’t constantly reminding him as such, those around them certainly did. 

“Us.” He says “We need to end”

Sabo stops drinking his water, his already wide eyes turning even wider than before. “What?” 

“We don’t work well.”  Marco continues looking them in the face. It’s only fair. He is going to be the one to rip off the bandage so he needs to face their pain head-on.  “We had our fun but it’s time we get realistic. Our relationship was never going to work. It was fun while it lasted.”

There is a deafening silence. It’s almost like the room itself is holding it’s breath while the two try to make sense of his words

Just as he expected it’s Sabo who’s explodes first.  “What are you talking about? This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not joking yoi”

“So what? That’s it. Just “hey guys I’m ending our two-year relationship in the middle of dinner. Please pass the salt?” 

“I don’t need the salt-”

“Did I do something worng?” Ace’s small voice cuts the tension. Marco whips his head to the raven-haired man and feels his stomech drop at the utterly crush expression he finds on his face.  “D-did I cause this?”

Usually, Marco is quick to reassure Ace but tonight he can’t even find it in himself to say anything. Ace is shaking in a way that he knows is his attempt to not cry but his eyes are getting watery.  

“Yes, but not the way you think,” He says instead. “You were just born too late.”

“Too late?”

Marco sighs rubbing a hand through his hair. It’s going to be hard to explain but it was the only option that made sense.  “I’m too old for either of you. I’m just wasting your time. Everyone knows it.”

“Who said that to you?” Sabo jumps in. His pretty face is edged into a frown  “I don’t care what anyone says about us, and neither should you.”

“But I do yoi”

Ace’s face twists  “You love us. It doesn’t matter what they say. Even if you think it’s true.”  Gently he reaches out taking, placing his hand on top of Marco’s. His eyes are pleading but he still says firmly “You said you love us. That’s enough”

Marco really hates what’s about to do. But it’s for the best. They may not see it now but later they will.  “I never actually said I love you. I just agree when you said it.”

Ace recoils like he’s been struck. He may as well have been. That is one of his greatest fears shared in confidence but now was being weaponized by the very person he trusted the most.  

Ace feared being unloved and would do anything to be told he was. He had fallen victim to people who had abused that weakness before, but he never thought Marco would be one of the people. This would break any trust Ace ever had in him.

It’s what he wanted. So why did it hurt so badly? He was leaving them before they had a chance to do leave him. It was logical. 

 “B-but you said...” Ace’s voice breaks. He is trying to sound angry but he falls flat. He just sounds empty.  “You..what? What are we to you then?”

“A game” It feels like he’s chocking down poison but Marco pushes through   “ One I’ve gotten bored of. Everyone is right, it’s time to stop playing yoi”

Sabo, however, is angry enough for them both. “Get out.”

Marco stands without a fight. He grabs his coat from the rack, giving the apartment one last look. All around him, there is evidence of Ace and Sabo. Little things that the two compile over the years.

Sabo glass art collection sprinkled all around the place while Ace’s love of animal patterns takes up whatever is left.  The difference in their aesthetics blending together so easily it’s a wonder why he ever thought he could be part of this world.

He leaves pretending he can’t hear Ace crying in the dining room or Sabo’s low voice trying to ease the pain.  He walks into the night wishing that things could have been different in another life.

Marco has to live with the fact they were the best thing to ever happen to him. And he let them go. Worse, they never called him back, even though he took his time leaving.

More evidence that it was only going to end someday. It’s best to be the one to end it now then have them be the ones later. That way he wouldn’t be as broken when they left him.

Both are bright, young brilliant stars. Marco is a decaying old man that will only drag them down from the sky if they stay. 

It’s for the best.

He keeps telling himself this for the next few months. The first weeks were hell and he found himself staring at the bottom of a bottle more times then he can remember in that time. 

Work would be have been a problem with his hangovers but it’s summer break. He’s got a few months were can wake with the pounding ache of his head and the crippling pain of being without his stars.

But the cold reality is that he ended it. Ace and Sabo were out of his life. There was nothing he could ever do to fix that. 

So Marco continues to go to bars. Continues to drown his pain away. It’s no wonder his family start to worry, he would had it been any of his brothers. 

“The family already been through this dance, they don’t want to relive it.” Thatch says sitting down next to him at the bar. He pulls the bottle out his hand, forcing Marco to look at him. “Didn’t you learn anything from then?”

He’s here to help. But the thing is Marco doesn’t want any help. He just wants to be drunk.

“Shut up Thatch. You don’t know anything.”  

“I don’t?” Thatch asks placing the bottle on the table.  “You’re right I don’t. What would I know about becoming addicted? What would I possibly understand about trying to use this stuff to forget my life? It’s not like I almost died.”

There is a small clack as Thatch places his eight-year sober badge on the countertop in a very pointed way. It sort of pisses Marco off.  

“I don’t have a problem like you did yoi.” 

There is a weary sigh  “I want to help you. But you need to want to help yourself.”

He refuses to answer hand closing around the bottle, but it’s swapped away by an annoying sibling.  “I talked to Ace recently. He told me you broke it off with them. Over something stupid.”

“It’s not stupid!” He shouts but he can’t help it. He is mad, hurting like he’s never had and he misses them so much. “I was dragging them down. They would have lost their jobs if the media ever found out! I’m too old and-”

“Ace said you never told him you love him. That’s the biggest bullshit I ever heard and I was in rehab with a bunch of drug addicts that claim they didn’t need to be there.” Thatch cuts in. His tone is flat, and any other time Marco would have steered the conversation away but he can’t. He’s not drunk yet and he wants to be. 

“Not all of us were stupid enough to get addicted to drugs!” Marco hisses. 

Thatch stays quiet for a second before he laughs a bitter empty thing  “I never said it was smart. I said the drugs help me forget the pain. Just like the alcohol did. But it also made me forget the good things.”

A warm hand is placed on his shoulder, clamping down on Marco’s shaking muscles, stopping him from the fight he desperately wants.  “Marco I didn’t go to Ace. He came to us. He wants you back.”

That throws all the air out of his sails.  “What? Why? After what I did...”

“He must think you're worth it.”  

Marco laughs then, and it’s not until Thatch pulls him into a hug he realizes he’s crying. 

The next morning Thatch stays to make him dump out all his drinks. Hands him an AA card with that kind gentle smile he's learned to give after rehab and Marco can almost say the hangover isn’t so terrible.

He gets up to shower, washing away the night before. He needs to call Ace and Sabo. If Ace is looking for him, maybe....

Getting out of the shower he wraps a rob around himself not wanting to let his mind wander. There is no maybe anything. He ended it because of his stupid insecurities, now he had to live with that.

He’s accepted this.

So imagine his surprise when he finds Sabo sitting in his living room, holding Ace’s hand. They both stand when he walks in, causing Marco to freeze unsure of what to do.

Luckily Sabo speaks first.  “You’re going to take us back.” 

“I-I am?”

“Yes. After we talk about these last few months and about why you ended it. Then you are going to take us back.”  For all his bravo, there are tears in his eyes “Because you love us and are prone to anxiety. So tell us why you let them convince you, we wouldn't love you for your age.”

Marco can’t say anything. He’s too busy sobbing. Like a dam, all of his emotions burst, washing over him. Ace’s arms circle around him a split second before Sabo. 

It takes them a while. Nearly three hours to get themselves sorted out, talking openly about all of their insecurities and pain. New boundaries are created, more examples of how they can help and admit they need help. 

Marco is going to AA meetings, Ace has agreed to get a therapist to help him with his self-worth ‘issues and Sabo is once again going with Koala to the support group for abused kids. It’s not perfect, but it’s what they need.  Of course, Marco has to make it up to them but they too admit to noticing him getting worried and choosing to not confront it. 

  But later they walk into the kitchen with red eyes, sniffing noses, and smiles. 

Thatch looks at their clasps hands- Marco holding them in each hand-  before he waves at the table  “Well it took you, idiots, long enough.”

[starkatana]

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Nickname: I get called an aggressive marshmallow from time to time but that's about it nowadays. Snow and D are two that stand out. Zodiac: Pisces Height: 5'2" Time: 1:33a Favorite Band/Artist: right now I really like listening to With Confidence or Tessa Violet. Fall Out Boy is my always go to when I want to kick some ass or Lofi Hip Hop for background noise. Song stuck in head: Reconnect by MitiS or Crush by Tessa Violet Last movie watched: in theaters? Ahhhhhh Shallows with Blake Lively I'm waiting to see Detective Pikachu. Otherwise, I normally watch Tangled, Spirited Away, or Anastasia when going to bed. Last thing I googled: Kaepora Gaebora dialogue from the Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time to make an emoji script to see if it can be fewer characters than the Japanese version. (It's not. X'D) Other blogs: This is my only one. I'm on other websites but I'm weird and keep my fandom life away from my personal life. I feel like it's just too much to explain to my friends who aren't really into what I am even with friends that know what I'm into I don't really tell them about me writing fan fiction. Do I get asks: not really. I got a few but I don't think I did my asks justice. Sorry! I'm happy to receive but sometimes I just don't get motivated to write something that isn't really how I'm feeling but I'll try my best Why did I choose this username: I used to be animechick1303 and then she kinda evolved into her own character, circa middle school where everyone had this alternate persona and mine was Star Katana. One because I like Stars and the night and whatnot and Katana because I'm Asian and uncreative. I was probably watching Bleach at that time of my middle school angst youth and she just stuck around. Following: 297 and I still have 200 followers after my long hiatus! Thanks, guys! Average amount of sleep: lol I don't know anymore! I work tomorrow morning! Why am I awake!? Lucky number: 3/6/13 my main ones always has been 3 and 13 because of my birthday and 6 because that was the day I adopted my first cat (rip) also my best friend's birthday he's a week older than me~ Currently wearing: baggy hoodie and shorts Dream job: at this point in my life anything financially stable. It used to be game designer, to being a published author, to storyboard writer for video games, to I have a four-year degree that means nothing in this world. So, my dream job is to stay at home where money just accumulates in my bank account so I can be financially secure to feed my cats. Dream trip: Japan and Paris. Also Ireland again but with my sister and boyfriend. I went there for a school trip and would like to return with them otherwise a trip to Vietnam for a summer to see my family. Favorite food: spaghetti I will eat it all the time otherwise NY style pizza and Vietnamese banh mi mmmmmm <3 Play instruments: I did but not anymore. I wouldn’t even count it as playing instruments because I was not good. Eye color: brown sugar on maple syrup mixed with rich warm earth tones or just brown whichever floats your boat Hair color: black except for a strip in my bottom layer and section above my ear that I bleached out and dyed red that has faded out now. I was drunk when I did it. Me as an aesthetic: outside of work on a day to day basis: pastel punk. You look at me and think this girl tries to hard to be rock but you put me in a pit and let's rage. I just like cute things and listen to some punk/rock/ heavy guitar music. I used to be a huge music person. Languages speak: English, gibberish, and sound effects sometimes my words on conversations just become sound effects and hand motions Most iconic song: Through my life that defines me: Shake It by Metro Station, Jamie All Over by Mayday Parade, Lullaby by Paradise Fears, and my ALWAYS jam Summer by Calvin Harris. Random Fact: I never really stick to anything for more than a couple weeks. Which is terrible I'll put my entire heart and soul into something then in a few weeks I'll do something else because I always say I'll get back to the other things but never do until I come back to a certain rotation except for writing and designing I constantly design dolls and I'm always writing on my phone it's just the sitting down to flesh it out and edit that gets me feeling a nap.

[fleetwoodmar]

Name / Age / Pronouns / Timezone:

hi hi HI i’m mar, i’m almost twenty one and i prefer she/her pronouns. i’m from the rainy netherlands and so am currently in the gmt+2 timezone : D

Zodiac Sign:

i’m a leo, which means mY SEASON IS ALMOST HERE. i rly am such a leo, tbh, drag me for it. i’m also a taurus moon and virgo rising, so i’m a stubborn mess all over.

Hogwarts House:

loud & proud gryffindor!! double lion. honestly thought i was a hufflepuff for the longest time, but i think gryffindor is just where i belong?? still not 100% sure tbh but it’s what all the quizzes have been telling me lmao and ig i’m a heedless idiot for sure!!

Describe yourself using a meme:

come to del taco, they've got a new thing called, fresha, fr e sh a vo ca do!!!! this one just ... gets to me. the energy in that vine is a kind of energy that speaks to me, and it’s definitely a video i could see me and my friends making just for shits n giggles. i love that vine so MUCH GUYS

Describe your character(s) with a short aesthetic: Like this!

ROSE. warm, cozy jumpers. listening to old records. staying up reading until dawn. sand spilling through your fingers like water. leaning your head on someone else’s shoulder. the smell of freshly baked apple pie. holding your breath for as long as you can. pick nicks. diving in an icy ocean in the middle of the winter. dried flowers. hands covered in dirt. singing along to your favourite song as loud as you can, without shame. doc martens with flowery socks. 

HOLLY. ink stained hands. cutting pictures from old magazines for collages. nail biting. light pink, lacy underwear. pulling at your skin in front of the mirror. glittery eyeshadow. pillow fights. perfectly clean, white sneakers. glossy lips. buying new clothes and not daring to wear them. stumbling on heels. drinking vodka from a water bottle. high hopes kept quiet. snorting while laughing. sloppy drunk kisses. perfectly polished nails. writing mean words on the palm of your hand. 

Are there any canons, face claims, or surnames that you’d love to see here at Holocene?:

i would, of course, like to see apps for louis and albus, but also? give me like. relatives to hogwarts professors. kids of the nieces and nephews of mcgonagall (my queen), great grandchildren of sprout, etc etc. surnames i’d love to see are shafiq, parkinson, skeeter, gudgeon, creevey!! and more ! i just want everyone.

fc wise, i Love naomi scott, jodie comer, ryan destiny, ross butler, frank dillane, ashleigh murray, ezra miller, jamie blackley, justice smith, zoe kravitz and katie stevens!!!

What are you looking for in a Next Gen RP?:

i love imagining that the kids of some of the characters we grew up with turned out to be? it’s so much fun, and there’s so many directions you can take it and ways you can interpret it, and there’s not usually a wrong way to do so?? unless you make harry a shit dad or something. fjksdf. i’m super hyped to see everyone’s kids come to live in an environment that’s hopefully a nice balance of angst and fluff, because i live for BOTH. can’t wait to see ppl interact and stuff and YES!! hype