#I decided to leave everything in more purple tones to show that

[wtfastaroth]

Trix week day one: Sisterly love/bond

[jjkamochoso]

Quit Bugging Me

Fluff

Sanemi Shinazugawa x gn!reader

You find Sanemi taking care of his Japanese rhinoceros beetles!

Warnings: descriptions of bugs, bugs crawling on characters’ bodies, light cussing and talk of violence

Part 2 can be found here!

You walked along yet another stone path at your fellow Hashira’s house, intently listening for any sign that he was currently residing there. You would say you and Sanemi were friends (though he wouldn’t). Over the years you’d known each other, you became one of the only people he didn’t find incredibly annoying and that was a good enough relationship for you, though you wouldn’t be opposed to growing closer to him. It seemed like he now felt that way about you as well, surprisingly, since he periodically sent his crow to check on you and make sure you were doing alright. You never mentioned that gesture to his face, something Sanemi was extremely grateful for, because there was no way he’d be able to explain his reasoning behind it without his head literally exploding from embarrassment.

It was oddly quiet at his house with none of the screaming or fighting happening that you were used to hearing from the Wind Hashira.

“That’s strange,” you muttered to yourself, “he’s usually training in his time off. Where is he?”

Your crow had never led you astray with wrong information, but it seemed like this time she was mistaken—Sanemi wasn’t home. You turned another corner and decided to try one more path before leaving. This one was unmarked by stones but showed signs of frequent usage due to the way the plants had given up growing there, tired of being trod on. After many twists and turns, it eventually led you down into a clearing surrounded by large oak trees and a wide pond. You finally spotted Sanemi’s spiky white hair and you made your way toward him. He appeared to be kneeling on the ground, his attention solely focused on the task in front of him.

“Sanemi,” you called out, “it’s y/n. May I approach?”

You were trying your best to be as respectful as possible so you didn’t immediately enrage him. Sanemi raised his head at breakneck speed, his purple eyes almost bulging out of his head in surprise.

“Y/n?! What the hell are you doing here? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

You took a step forward, leaves crunching underfoot. “I just came to check on you. I hadn’t heard from your crow in many moons and I wanted to make sure everything was fine with you both.”

“I’m gonna kill that idiot bird,” he said under his breath before acknowledging you in a louder tone. “I’m good. Why did you waste your time coming here? You should be training.”

“Shouldn’t you be, too?” you asked, trying to hide your smirk at his now angry face. “Instead, I find you playing in the woods like a child. What are you doing anyway?”

So much for not riling him up; he was just too fun to mess with!

“Nothing! It’s none of your business. Get out of here.”

He turned his back to you once more but you both knew he couldn’t scare you off so easily. You kneeled next to him, his broad shoulders nearly brushing against your own. In front of him laid open containers, some empty while others held beetles of some sort.

“Japanese rhinoceros beetles,” he explained, shaking the container with the bugs ever so slightly to get them to move. “I raise them.”

He looked up and pointed to the left of you. “Which of those rocks is your favorite?”

“Huh? Um, I guess this one,” you said, indicating to a certain medium sized rock.

“Good choice. That’ll be the rock I use to bash your head in if you tell anybody I do this.”

“Don’t worry, I promise I won’t tell anyone you’re an interesting person,” you teased, earning an eye roll from Sanemi. You two sat in comfortable silence as he continued trying to get the beetles to leave the container and explore their new home outside, but they wouldn’t budge.

“They’re just as stubborn as you, I can see why you like them.”

“Shut up.”

Sanemi then reached his hand into the box and plucked one of the beetles out before gently placing it on a tree. You smiled, enjoying seeing this sensitive side of him come out.

“Do you raise them from birth?” you questioned, wanting to know all about the process. It was a very unique hobby to have and you craved to learn more details.

“Sometimes. I’ve had a few mate and then I’ll raise the larvae until they’re adults and then send them back into nature. Other times I find older ones that are hurt so I keep them until their strength returns and put them back here as well. But don’t go thinking I’m getting soft or somethin’. I just think they’re cool, that’s all.”

You could tell he was feeling bashful about his hobby and the dedication he showed to his little friends by the way he wouldn’t meet your gaze. You tried your best to help him relax and show you weren’t judging him.

“That’s actually really neat, Sanemi. I think it’s amazing that you have the knowledge to take care of them in every stage of their lives.”

He picked another beetle up, this time letting it crawl all over his hand. “They’re simple creatures, ones that are easy to understand. They fight and reproduce, that’s it. There’s no need for feelings or other stupid things like humans. Must be nice.”

You hummed in agreement. “That’s true, but I don’t mind the whole emotions thing we have to deal with. It’s what makes us humans unique.”

“It’s what makes us weak.”

You playfully raised your eyebrows. “Ah, so you do have emotions like the rest of us, then?”

“I do. Like right now, the emotion I’m feeling toward you is great annoyance.”

“And the emotion I feel towards you is satisfaction,” you laughed, leaving Sanemi shaking his head. The truth was, he was feeling an opposite emotion than annoyance or his trademark anger. He was feeling excitement and a little bit of fear.

He was feeling love.

“Would you like to hold one?” he inquired, looking at you with such a rare sincere, almost hopeful, expression there was no way you could turn him down.

“I would love to,” you responded, feeling the tickle of insect legs in your outstretched cupped palms. You were so enthralled in the beauty of the beetle that you didn’t notice the way Sanemi was looking at you. As much as he tried, his eyes couldn’t pull away from your figure. Your kind eyes, your big smile, your relaxed body language around him—it was all so foreign to the Wind Hashira and he found himself intoxicated with your presence. Seeing you, the person he found himself head over heels for, having such a good time indulging in one of his most precious hobbies was a luxury he never thought he could afford and yet it was happening in front of him and he could barely believe he was this lucky.

“Like I said earlier, you’re not so different from them. Hard exterior but soft on the inside.”

Sanemi was pulled from his daydreams by the sound of your voice.

“You’re so weird,” he sneered, but he couldn’t bring himself to add any malice behind the words. You let out another laugh, the joyous sound being enough to bring Sanemi to his knees if he weren’t already on the ground.

“Hey, uh, Sanemi, the beetle is crawling up my arm,” you said, nervousness apparent in your tone. You were fine with the bug in your hands, but anywhere further up was too much for you. This time it was his turn to laugh, his arms crossed in front of his toned chest.

“He won’t hurt you, you know.”

“I know,” you said, trying to get your urgency across as the beetle raced up your limb, “but I’m getting really freaked out right now and I would love if you took your friend off me.”

Normally Sanemi would relish in seeing others get squeamish and scared, but not you—never you.

“Just relax, I got you.”

He quickly leaned over, grabbing your upper arm to steady it as he caught the beetle in his other hand. At first your heart rate calmed when you felt his large hand come in contact with your arm because you knew he would come to your aid. Then, when it registered that Sanemi just touched you, you felt your breath hitch in your throat and your heart beat faster. When Sanemi walked over to place the beetle on another tree, you took the time to breathe in deeply, trusting the fresh air to calm you.

“I’m glad to see you’re doing well, Sanemi, so I think I’ll take my leave now as I don’t want to overstay my welcome. Thank you for having me and sharing your hobby with me, I can see why those creatures bring you happiness.”

You didn’t want to leave so soon, but you certainly didn’t want him to get sick of you so you began to retrace your steps from earlier on the winding path.

“I’ll walk you out. I don’t want you to get lost.”

The scarred slayer had taken up a spot next to you, matching your walking pace. You both knew that was a lie since it was a fairly straightforward trek to the front gate, but neither of you mentioned it, wanting to soak up as much time together as possible. You were in the midst of a conversation about different fighting styles when all of a sudden, your foot caught on a gnarled root sticking up from the ground. You were ready to fall face first when a strong grasp appeared on your waist.

“Tch. Watch where you’re going, idiot,” said Sanemi, his hands not moving from their resting place on your body. You two locked eyes for a long time, no one daring to break the intimate moment you were sharing.

“Found them! Found them! Found the Hashira you care about!” cried Sanemi’s crow from above you. You both pulled away from each other as fast as possible, not wanting to get caught in a compromising position by the loudmouth bird.

“You good for nothing bird!” shouted Sanemi, throwing pebbles in the general direction of the crow. It just cackled at him, completely unbothered before flying away. You finished your ascent up to his house, an awkward silence falling between you this time.

“So, I guess this is goodbye for now?” you questioned, nervously wringing your hands together in front of you.

“I guess.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you later.”

“Later.”

You waved one last time, small stones flicking behind you as your feet hauled yourself away from Sanemi. You were doing so great in your mission to get to know Sanemi better and felt like you made huge strides today, but you assumed that after that strange interaction at the end, he’d never want to see you again. You couldn’t wait to get somewhere he couldn’t see you so you could hang your head in shame at the fact you ruined your chance at potential love. You had just reached the gate when you heard a yell from behind you.

“Hey! Y/n! Wait!”

You were shocked to see Sanemi jogging to you.

“It’s hot out here today and I don’t want to be responsible for someone finding your dehydrated body on the road. Come inside for a drink.”

Before you could answer, he quickly continued. “Please. If you want. Or don’t, I don’t care.”

He looked away, his arms once again folded in front of his chiseled chest.

“That sounds wonderful,” you answered, excited to spend more time with him, “I would love to. Thank you.”

His attention was on you again, not expecting you to actually take him up on his offer.

“Oh, yeah, uh, don’t mention it,” he said, and you could’ve sworn you saw a blush show up on his cheeks. As he opened his house door for you, you knew this would be the start of something good.

PART TWO

[elllisaaa]

kicking my feet as i’m sending my first xdh thought here 🫶🏼 i’m SO excited that you’ve decided to write for them too and i just KNOW you will create great content for them sweetie!!

ok, uhm.. sucking on junhan’s neck and hearing him moan… ❤️‍🩹 something small but deadly to think about

omg you can't understand how excited i am to finally write for them and it's such an honour to start with an ask from you because you're kinda the one that inspired me to write for xdh soooo… thank you for your support sweetie, it means everything to me <3

JUNHAN who's absolutely down bad for you it's actually a little pathetic from his band members point of view, but he doesn't care because you're making him so happy.

junhan who only wants to come back home to you after a long and exhausting day at work. as soon as he spots you laying on the bed with your book, he's making his way over to you. you look up at him with a soft smile on your face that never fails to make his heart flutter. noticing how tired your boyfriend seems to be, you open your arms and he falls into your embrace so easily.

"how was your day, pretty boy ?" you asked in a quiet tone, your hands running through his long hair, junhan's head nuzzled in your neck, his tensed body relaxing into yours. he loved how your mere presence could soothe him so quickly. "draining… but we made a lot of progress for the new album. and i filmed something for you." - "that's so sweet baby, thank you. i'm so proud of you, you're doing so good."

junhan hums at your words, tightening his grip around your waist. he is so glad to have you and your praises to calm him down at the end of the day. he smiles as he feels your lips against his temple, his cheeks, his nose and his forehead. you pepper his whole face with kisses as he giggles shily. you end up pecking his lips sweetly, and let your lips dip down along his jaw and finally planting a kiss on the sensitive skin of his neck. you can see his red ears, but the way he leans into your touch encourages you to continue. so you go on and kiss his neck all over, soon getting the urge to suck on the skin, which you do.

you are not expecting the moan that leaves junhan's lips, but you grin at the pretty sound he makes. "you liked that, pretty boy ?" - "yes… want more", he admits timidly, and your smirk widens as you get on top of him. his beautiful eyes are already glazed with desire as he lets you slip your hands underneath his oversized shirt as you lean down to suck on his neck again. your nails grazing the skin of his abdomen paired with the way you are littering his neck with hickeys gets him dizzy, and he can't control the moans and whimpers escaping his lips.

you detach yourself from his neck for a few moments, admiring the masterpiece you created - his skin covered in your purple marks, and you feel incredibly turned on by the sight of your ownership of him. "you're so pretty like this… all mine." - "only yours." and with the way junhan lets you cover the other side of his neck with your marks too, still moaning so prettily, he can't deny how proud he is to be yours and to show off the effect you have on him.

[nelle-y]

We Become We

Synopsis: you’re arranged to marry the one and only yashiro commissioner, Kamisato Ayato

Content: Ayato x fem!reader, arranged marriage, one-sided love (Ayato) not proofread

Note: titled and inspired by the song ‘We Become We’ from Journey to Bethlehem (this is a little bit messy bc i tried making it shorter than my usual stuff😭)

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“Do you like dogs?” Ayato guided you away from a puddle of rain. He has been asking you questions since you began your walk in the garden.

Still down in the dumps, you asnwered dryly, uninterested. “I’m fond of them.”

Your father had arranged a wedding for you and Lord Kamisato sooner than you had thought. You weren’t able to let everything sink in when he announced the date, there was still a little bit of aftershock left until now.

Lord Kamisato was ever such a gentleman—as he should. Flattery and friendly statements have accompanied you since he arrived at your clan’s estate. Nonetheless, you felt nothing for him. His chivalry was all for show. You knew this was just an arrangement, a sacrifice to make for your clan—for your father.

You were sure he felt the same, and that you would live in your separate houses as you tended to your duties, unbothered and concentrated. But the way he spoke to you made you think otherwise.

“Is that so? Then maybe I could show you my friend’s dog? His name is Taroumaru—the dog, not my friend.” Normally, Ayato wouldn’t speak so freely and childish around a person, but he felt safe enough in your presence to loosen his tongue. You nodded dryly, again.

He began to tire of your meekly responses. He sighed, “I’m sorry. You’re clearly upset about this whole… situation.”

After what felt like an eternity of silence, you looked at him for the very first time. Now he could properly see your monotonous eyes. “What gave it away?” You finally spoke in a more sincere tone.

“Well,” Ayato hesitated. “I won’t go into detail, but I’m no novice at taking hints.” You shyly laugh at this—a step in the right direction, he thought.

“I suppose I have to be careful next time.” Your gaze glued to the ground once more. “I wouldn’t want to offend you, Commissioner.”

“You don’t have to hide a thing, Y/N.” He leaned down slightly for you to see him. “It’s gonna take more than a secret to offend me. Oh, and you can call me Ayato; we are getting married, after all.”

You looked at him strangely, “I don’t understand how you’re so calm right now. Aren’t you disappointed that you’ve got your freedom taken away now that you’re engaged?”

“I’ll be honest here, I haven’t had that much freedom even before getting engaged!” He laughs, “If anything, choosing you as my wife is the only freedom I’ll ever have.”

“Only freedom?”

“When you become a leader, especially at a young age, you make it a habit to decide for the development of your clan. Your duties, fortunes, you should always think if it would benefit your people. There’s hardly any time to think for yourself.”

All of the sudden you felt pity for the man, with empathy lingering over. “Then you became the commissioner,” you draw out, to which he sighed. It seems like he’s unbothered by it now, like he’s gotten used to this overwhelming lifestyle. “Do you ever wonder about retirement?”

“As long as there’s no heir, I believe retirement isn’t an option for me.”

Ah, another reason for your engagement—producing an heir. Archons, you pray your children will have a much better life than you and your groom-to-be. “What about Miss Ayaka?”

You see a small grin on Ayato’s lips. “She’ll want to explore the world, meet new friends and what not. Best not to trouble her.” You both sit on a small bench with an overlooking view of the sunset, purple and red-colored leaves matching the tall sky.

“You really care for her, don’t you?”

“Of course, she is my sister, after all.” Ayato found you leering your head near his shoulder. A warm feeling buzzes in his chest as he nudged closer to you. Oh, he’s been talking all this time! You haven’t said a word about yourself since you met him, he realizes. To correct his mistake, he asks, “What about you? How are you feeling?”

“Well,” you uttered, unsure where to start. You lean against him. “I find it charming that you care for your sister so much.”

“I meant with the marriage.” His voice wasn’t judgmental, but more like a friend lending comfort and safety. It lures you to open up to him.

“This was all just an arrangement,” you confess. Ayato couldn’t help but feel disappointed, yet he doesn’t speak a word of it. Maybe there will be a small rainbow after a drizzle of rain. “That was how I felt at first. But now I’m slowly growing more fond of you, my lord.

If you think of me as easily-caught, then I claim to be fond of you as a friend. At least, for now.”

“For now,” he repeats. “I’ll take that as a good sign. In truth, I fear I’m falling for you sooner than I thought.”

His confession makes you rise from your comfortable place, shock and sudden nervousness pulsing through your veins. “Pardon?”

Ever such a lady, he thought, even when shocked you still hold face. When he looked at you, he saw how you got antsy. Fearing for your comfort, he said, “I’m only joking, miss Y/N! I feel the same as you; a friend.”

You let out a breath, slightly relieved. You were flattered, but love at first sight just felt ridiculous to you—that was just physical attraction. True love takes time and understanding. With Ayato saying he was falling for you, you feared it was only for your looks and not for your soul. Though, you weren’t entirely opposed to the idea of loving him.

“I do admire your elegance, though,” he added.

“Thank you.”

Ayato couldn’t be happier that he was about to be your husband and you, his wife.

It was the way his name seemed to echo in songs from the loveliness that is your voice. It was the way you nodded when people passed by despite not knowing them. It was this sense of perfection he saw in you, and it only took him a smile to tell.

But the question in his head paralyzed him, anxious and, he wouldn’t lie, a little embarrassed. His feelings would be null and void if you didn’t—or wouldn’t—feel the same. “Will this always be just an arrangement to you?”

The stars peeked through the violet sky like fireflies by the time you walked back. The smell of the nearby sea and the woodlands blew with the air. You looked straight, watching your step in case you trip, while Ayato had looked at you like you were… everything. “I don’t really know you that well, Ayato. It can be difficult to tell.”

“But do you think, with time, this blossom of ours will grow into a beautiful flower?”

You appreciate his metaphor. “Maybe, someday.”

Someday.

—the end.—

[luvzshy]

One where reader and Billie get matching tattoos and fans start to catch on

Inked Connection

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple as you walked hand in hand with Billie Eilish through the lively streets of Los Angeles. The evening air was crisp, filled with the hum of city life, and your hearts raced with anticipation. Today was special—you both had decided to get matching tattoos, a commitment to one another that felt both exhilarating and deeply meaningful.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Billie asked, her blue-grey eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and nerves. You could sense the weight of the moment in her tone.

“Absolutely,” you replied, your grip tightening around her hand. “This is our thing now. Something just for us.”

At the tattoo parlor, the atmosphere was buzzing with energy. You both sat in the waiting area, exchanging playful banter while you discussed your design with the artist—a delicate crescent moon cradling a small star, a symbol of your late-night talks under the starlit sky. It felt like the perfect representation of your connection, fragile yet luminous.

As the needle pierced your skin, you glanced at Billie. She wore her signature oversized hoodie, a hint of nervousness in her smile. With each buzzing moment, you felt the intensity of your shared experience; it was a rite of passage that would forever mark your relationship.

When the tattoo was finished, you both admired your new ink—two identical designs now etched onto your skin. “We’re officially moon buddies!” Billie laughed, her voice warm and genuine. The joy in her eyes made your heart swell.

After leaving the parlor, you wandered through the streets, the world feeling vibrant and alive. With your arms wrapped around each other, you snapped selfies, capturing the moment and the giddiness that surrounded you. You posted a photo online with the caption: “Always with you, under the same stars.”

The following day, you scrolled through social media and noticed fans starting to catch on. Comments flooded in, speculating about the tattoos. “Are those matching?!?!” “Billie and the reader are the cutest couple!” You couldn’t help but smile as you read through their excitement.

Billie laughed softly as she read the comments aloud. “They’re so invested! It’s kind of sweet,” she said, her cheeks flushing slightly.

“Can you blame them? We really are something special,” you teased, nudging her playfully.

As the days passed, your bond grew stronger. The tattoos became a cherished symbol of your love, visible to the world yet deeply personal. Fans began to notice the small gestures—the way you intertwined your fingers, how Billie would often steal glances at you during interviews, and the easy laughter that flowed between you.

One quiet evening, as you both lounged on the couch, Billie rehearsed for an upcoming show, her voice filling the room with warmth. She paused, looking over at you with a softness that made your heart flutter. “I’m really glad we did this,” she said, her expression sincere. “You mean the world to me.”

You felt a rush of emotion, the truth of her words wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. “I feel the same way. This is just the beginning for us.”

As she leaned in, her lips brushed against yours, and in that moment, everything felt right. The tattoo on your skin was more than just ink; it was a testament to a love that was vibrant, real, and growing stronger with each passing day.

Together, you faced the world, ready to embrace whatever came next, knowing that your connection was unique and beautiful—a love story written in stars.

[perfectlyoongi]

ROOMMATE!JIN who went to your room just to recite some poem in the most dramatic way. there were several times when Jin would suddenly open the door to your room and start talking — no — star shouting a poem he had found on the internet. with overly flamboyant hand gestures and ever-rising and falling tone of voice, Jin brought the poems to life in the most eccentric way he could. poems of love, of loss, of oranges, no matter what soul the poem had, the truth is that Jin would always represent all its words. ending without waiting for your applause, Jin bowed and left your room without saying a word, always leaving you with a smile on your lips that lasted the rest of the day. “oh cruel fate that took you from me, but brought me to… no, wait, i was wrong. fate… brought… oh, okay, i know. let’s go from the top.”

ROOMMATE!JIN who has a color system on his bedroom door. yellow socks: Jin was sleeping in just his boxers. red sock: Jin was taking a nap. blue sock: Jin was playing. purple sock: Jin was working. white sock: you could go into Jin’s room. the list continued through so many colors and prints that you had to beg Jin to put the caption on his bedroom door. it was a small system that Jin created when the two of you first met; he was too shy to explain that there were times when he needed silence; so, Jin started wearing his different socks to show you his availability, becoming a constant detail in your home. “i already updated the caption so you don’t wake me up again. pay attention that you have blue and blue with blue. they are two different socks, okay?”

ROOMMATE!JIN who gets ready to sleep with you every night. when you decided that you had already lived all day, you would go to Jin’s room, knocking on the door three times and then walking to the bathroom. in no time, Jin was at your side, with a towel on his head, ready to wash his face and teeth in your company. you and Jin would decompress together at the end of the day, finding between the soap and toothpaste a complicity that grew with each of your rituals. exchanging plans for the next day and stories that happened that day, you and Jin were getting ready in an instant to go to bed, leaving the bathroom at the same time, saying goodbye with a small wink and a see you tomorrow. “i thought you had already forgotten me. today is late. is everything fine? did something happen?”

ROOMMATE!JIN who lights a candle whenever you have an important day. a meeting, an exam, a doctor’s appointment, it didn’t matter what was going to happen; if you had an important day for you that has been making you anxious since the beginning of the week, Jin would light a small green candle to wish you good luck. whether it was cold or very hot, Jin would go to his window sill, light the candle and say a few words in the hope of catching the attention of whatever god is in charge of protecting you. “may you be safe this day. your exam will be successful and you will not have any problems with your car inspection. today everything will be fine. today the world is on your side.”

ROOMMATE!JIN who bakes cakes with you where one of you can’t see and the other can’t talk. it was a disaster. a complete disaster. but oh, how fun it was. at the end of each attempt, you and Jin spent more time tidying up the kitchen than cooking itself, but that didn’t make any impression on you. for long minutes, you and Jin only knew how to communicate through shouts, gestures and laughter and there was no better moment in your lives than cooking together. the cake could often turn out bad, burning from time to time, not rising almost every time, but it wasn’t for the cake that you did that challenge. all you and Jin wanted was a moment of your own that couldn’t be stolen by the world — for small minutes, you and Jin were happy. “this time it’s you who doesn’t see and you will understand what i suffered last time. i’ll let you know that i’m not going to tell you whether you chose flour or sugar. good luck trying to do something decent.”

ROOMMATE!JIN who sits on the floor of your room whenever he’s bored. for a man who wanted so much and did so much, being bored was dangerous for Jin. seeing the minutes passing without having any activity to do drove Jin crazy. so when these more monotonous moments started to afflict him, Jin just went to your room and sat on the floor sometimes next to your bed, sometimes next to your desk, it all depended on where you were. and for a long time, until Jin found something to do, he would sit there, watching you work or listening to your stories. you were already used to this peculiarity of Jin, so much so that whenever you saw him sitting next to you, it was your habit to take your hand to his head and start playing with his hair. they were calm moments, something that both you and Jin cherished, especially in that house of yours that seemed to attract chaos. “the day seems so long… tell me a story. make me forget the monotony of living.”

ROOMMATE!JIN who declares himself to you when you were putting down the halloween decorations. another holiday spent, another few laughs exchanged, another story shared. when Jin held the box and followed you around the house taking out the various bats and ghosts, something took over him. for some reason, in that banality, Jin had a suffocating need to declare himself to you. could it be the spirits of the stars that placed a curse on Jin? or did Jin simply see the trigger of his heart in your smile? Jin never received an answer. he just spoke. at that moment, as equal as any other, Jin declared himself to you. “we’ve lived together long enough for me to know that you’re someone i always want in my life. because i like you, you know? i really like you.”

[readychilledwine]

The Fashion of Fear

Happy @sjmvillainweek Day 6!

I was pretty excited when we all decided fashion was a must for this week. I am looking forward to this prompt a lot. Without the Maasverse being made into a TV show or movies, it allows us as the readers to create our own imagery and ideas behind the fashion, the places, etc. I want everyone to keep that in mind today as they go through everyone's headcanons, artwork, fics, and mood boards. How I saw a character may not be how you did and that is the magic of reading. Take it as an opportunity to discuss things! Message a creator and ask about their ideas!

Also, keep in mind that it's very common for women to get to live out fantasy and have these amazing gowns and outfits from fandom culture custom made. It isn't as common for men, which is a shame and it needs to be more normalized, so we are going for vibes on some of these. Bare with me

🗡Villains Week Masterlist🗡Master Masterlist🗡

Ps.. a message from Liz at the end

Beron Vanserra -

I firmly believe Lucien and Eris get their fashion sense from Beron. The male thrives on control and power. Fashion throughout history has been a sign of power

Beron perfers rich warm jewel tone colors. Deep olives, wine reds, plum purples. These tones used to be considered "weathy" in our real-life history. The dyes to make them were very expensive, so having clothing in those deep colors was a sign of status. Purples especially, look up "Tyrian Purple" for more history 💕

Beron also adds elements of nature into his wardrobe. Elements of leaves, vining, and other filigree are pretty common signs of his clothing for the maid who handles his clothing.

Controversial, but let me explain, I think Beron would be the most likely to have a crown of antlers of the High Lords. I know this is commonly associated with Tamlin, but Autumn is a season representing by harvest and hunt. A sign of a prized buck and stag will be it's rack (the antlers) and there are trophy hunters who will wait to find the perfect set and hunt for that purpose instead of food *side note Liz has issues with all forms of trophy hunting so, let's not dive into this one* It makes the most sense that Beron, High Lord of the Court that would be most associated with hunting, would have a crown and possibly throne of antlers.

I think shades of red are the most common in Beron's wardrobe. A tribute to his wife and one of the only signs of his twisted form of love for her.

Keir-

I also know male corsets are associated with Rhysand frequently, but I like to think they're actually fairly common. This goes back to the history of the item in our world. I just warped it for ACOTAR Liz Lore. Corsets also used to be seen as a sign of nobility due to how they constricted movement. It was a symbol of wealth that showed the wearer was essentially so wealthy they didn't *have* to move

Keir is in the Night Court. He has no choice but to daddy. I feel this mood board definitely speaks for itself, but I like to indulge.

I think Night court fashion, even in Hewn City, would be sleek with signs of sex appeal. Open buttons on shirts, tight fitted trousers, surprise lace detailing. Skin is a sign of high fashion. Just in some places, not all of the members of the Court get to partake.

Keir loves ornate details. Something to draw attention to himself. He prefers hand stitched everything. His wardrobe cost a pretty gold mark because of that.

I think he'd lean towards golds due to Rhysand leaning towards silvers, but black and silver will always symbol the Night Court, so that color pairing is in most of his clothing

I love the idea that Rhysand and keir secretly influence each other's fashion. A constant one upping battle to see who is ahead of the newest trends and curves first. They're both absolutely blind to the fact that this symbolic power struggle has made them the curve. They are both the moment. Absolute icons to the seamstresses and fashion world.

Amarantha-

I firmly believe Amarantha is a snake of many colors. I think her fashion sense would show that.

Amarantha as an emissary to Pyrthian would have adapted, purchasing fashion from all 7 courts to ensure she did not stand out too much.

That act of appreciation turns into an act of cruelty as she spends 50 years tainting each courts fashion. Everytime she's targeting a certain High Lord, she's wearing symbols of his court and it sticks.

I believe, regardless of the Court she mocking, Night Court's sex appeal plays into the design. Amarantha knows she is beautiful. She was never used to hearing no from a male. It makes sense that she'd use fashion to brag about what she knows are her finest assets.

Maeve-

The queen arrived.

I see Maeve in moody colors like dark jewel tones, blacks, and blues so deep that light seems to fall into them.

Maeve priorities comfort in footwear in my head. She pulls out heels for special occasions, but she is a flats girlie. Preferably flats with arch support.

Maeve, like Amarantha, loves to look and feel luxurious and expensive. Hand sewn beadwork and crystals are a must for her.

Maeve loves unique designs that pull elements from nature or architecture. Twisting vines, antler, filigreed lace work. These are things very common in Maeve's closet

Maeve is also known to mix up fabrics. Buttery cottons, high-end organza and gossamer, rare wools. The more expensive, the better.

She also isn't afraid of different silhouette styles. Ballgown, mermaid, aline. Maeve knows her body, and she knows her body will work for everything.

Pollux-

Everyone say, "Liz is sort of down bad for Pollux, and we forgive her." That damn line about him and his heavy cock... 🙄

Pollux leans to casual and comfort, preferring the gym over lavish outtings.

He is definitely the male your mother cried and begged you to stay away from, though.

Tight suits, buttons undone, shoes that properly match the belt. When Pollux goes all out, he goes all out in the newest fashions.

His streetwear is a mix of his suits and athletic wear. But he treats the public to the sight of him in a sweater with a leather jacket and tight jeans frequently.

Pollux is very clean cut fashion. Clean lines, not too much. Not distracting from his good looks and big wings. Very mindful of others who want to admire him, very classy, not too fashion forward and loud. Very demure.

His clothes are custom tailored. That's it. That's the headcanon. They all fit him as if he were poured into them.

Also, yes, Liz acknowledges this board is very eye candy.

The Viper Queen-

She inspired fast fashion. This is the icon we all follow on tiktok, drooling as she styles her exclusive wardrobe with pieces we think we have then can't pull off.

Very high fashion. The Viper Queen walks into stores and requests the latest lines. She pays for them in full.

During casual times, one would never suspect this is a full boss bitch. Her streetwear is very playful, still pulling in elements of high-grade materials, but she manages to blend into society when she wants to.

During her fights, you'll find her easily. Gowns that command attention, sparkling crystals, smooth silks, peeps of soft skin under netting.

She is the queen in her domain and everyone knows it.

Ankle bootie heels. With red bottoms. Don't know why. Don't ask questions. I can't explain it. It is just a feeling I can not shake.

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Ps from Liz:

I want to apologize for my Villain's Week things being late. You know when you read so much it makes you question what you're doing (other writers will)? That has happened to me this week. I'm being very careful to avoid touching things so I don't mass delete and give up. I'm giving myself a little grace and only touching the last edits when I am in the mood too 💕

They will all be posted, hopefully, by Sunday/Monday.

[sentientgolfball]

Hi! So I was possibly wondering if you could do a lil something where reader is someone who is easily flustered and has a massive and I mean GIANT crush on the newly summoned ghoul, phantom. (Because I am totally normal about phantom) and little does reader know phantom also has this little massive giant crush as well and they are both like dancing around each other, and the other ghouls are like sick of their shit. Just like fluff fluff fluff ya know? I believe phantom deserves the best and I just wanna stare lovingly at him and memorize every little detail like a totally sane person :D

I’m so sorry that was kinda long 😭

I was already brainstorming when you sent the second one and I thought “oh this is PERFECT” >:]] hehehehe

Have some fluffy New Year’s party ghoul stuff

“What’s that?”

“It’s eyeliner.”

“Why’s it in like a bottle? Rory and Rain told me it’s a pencil.”

“I like the liquid more. I think it’s easier to use.”

Phantom makes a little ‘oh’ sound at your explanation. You try not to smile as you bring the tip of the brush to your eye. You can see Phantom staring at you with rapt attention through the mirror. His tail flicks every so often causing his piercings to jingle.

You were in the middle of getting ready for the New Year’s party that the Ministry decided to host, though it was more of an excuse to make sure the Siblings were starting the year right with a night full of sin than to actually celebrate the passage of time. Phantom had slinked into your room when he spied you doing your makeup through the crack of your door. He scared the shit out of you at first, but when they sat down on your little stool with a quiet purr, completely absorbed with everything you were doing, you couldn’t send them away. Well that and the absolutely massive crush you had on them. You thought it was a little silly, stereotypical, to fall head over heels for the new ghoul, but his sweet voice and never ending energy enthralled you. Luckily as a Sibling turned techie you were able to spend time with them without making it obvious.

“Can you give me that?”

They pick up the bottle of setting spray and hand it to you, fingers brushing against yours. You can feel the prickle of heat on your cheeks as you turn away from him. You close your eyes and spritz yourself a few times.

“What do you think?” You ask turning back towards him.

They stare at you with big round eyes for what seems like hours and you feel a gnawing deep in your gut.

“You’re so…it’s really sparkly” they smile so wide you can see every little fang.

“I thought the gold eyeshadow would be a fun touch.”

“I really really like it” his tail wags behind him.

“Want me to do yours?”

Their ears perk up “really!? You’d do that!”

“Of course I would Phant. Since you like it so much.”

He nods his head so it makes you laugh.

“Alright okay. Go get ready and we’ll go from there.”

They jump up so fast they almost fall over. Phantom runs out the door, throwing a little wave over his shoulder. While you wait for him to come back you sort through your supplies trying to come up with a good look for him. You tossed a few ideas around, but all of them fell through when you thought about the tone of his purple gray skin. All except one. You were hesitant to do it, you didn’t want there to be any assumptions, but you knew the same gold you used for yourself would look even better on him.

He came back faster than you thought, though, leaving with no time to think of a different look. He’s in a simple black button down with a gold tie undone around his neck. Now you really couldn’t pick a different color for them.

“Have you ever had your makeup done before?” You ask motioning for him to sit back on the little stool.

“Rory likes to try new things on me” he grins “and Rain’s been showing me how to do it myself!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! I really like it. It makes me feel pretty.”

You’re gorgeous

You bite your tongue and grab a spare headband. You gently brush his hair out of his face before putting it on him. He closes his eyes as you reach for the piles of brushes and pallets.

You stare at them as you work, taking in every detail of their face. You memorize every little branch of his lichtenberg figure scars. The slight sparkle to his skin you’d only ever notice this close up. The way his nose randomly twitches.

You memorize the feel of his face. The soft fuzz that covers his skin. The slight bump of the scars. The little buzz of quintessence just below the surface.

You pull your brush away from his eye and just look at him. He’s gorgeous to you with his eyes closed and a tiny little smile on his face. For just a moment you think about what it would be like to kiss them. You wonder if their lips would be as soft as their face. You wonder if they’d taste like the ozone that follows them. You wonder if they’d even kiss you back.

“Can I open?”

“Not yet” you fluster “I gotta do the other eye. Was just making sure you're symmetrical” You shake your head a little and then get back to work.

“There now I’m finished. Take a look.”

They open their eyes and look at the mirror. They gasp. His tail wags so hard it hits you in the leg.

“We you made us match! It’s so cool!”

“Yeah” you laugh at him “I thought the gold would look best on you and it’s a good thing I went with it” you gesture to the tie hanging loosely around his neck.

“Huh” they look down “oh! I forgot about that. Could uh…help me? I don’t know how, Cirrus does it for me.”

You turn him to face you, helping him tie it. You smooth your hands over his shoulders before turning him back towards the mirror.

“How’s that?”

He pulls you into a hug, rocking you a little.

“I love it so much. Thank you thank you thank you for doing this for me.”

You stare into the reflection as Phantom hugs you tight. The first thing you notice is how red you look. The second is how well your outfit and Phantom’s work together. Add that with your now matching makeup and it was almost like you were going to the party with them. Almost.

“We should go to the party together!”

What…

“What?”

He lets go of you “I think it would be fun!”

“Aren’t you uh aren’t you going with the other ghouls?”

“Well I mean yeah technically but we should still do it!”

Calm down and use your words you fool!

“Yes! Yeah you’re right it would be fun. Let’s do it.”

They trill and hug you again so hard they lift you a little into the air. You think your back cracks.

The party is held in the main chapel. The pews stored who knows where to turn the unholy space into the perfect ballroom. You used to hear stories of the fantastic balls that were thrown in the Ministry in honor of the Dark Lord, now that same place is filled with ghoul and human alike dancing, drinking, grinding with each other.

You and Phantom hang near one of the tables, neither of you wanting to jump right into the crowd. You grab some punch for you both, blissfully unaware that it’s been spiked by a certain Dewdrop and Sunshine ghoul. You sip and chat about whatever comes to mind. You also have to briefly explain to Phantom the concept of New Years from a human perspective.

“You’re forgetting the most important part dear Sibling” Swiss saunters over to where you and Phantom stand.

You raise an eyebrow.

“You forgoooot to tell them you have to kiss someone when it’s midnight” he wiggles his eyebrows at Phantom.

“Kiss someone?”

“Yeah it’s just some silly tradition that people do. Something about setting the tone for the rest of the year.”

“Silly” Swiss clutches his chest like he’s been wounded “What’s silly about wanting to start the year with some loooove.”

You briefly wonder how many drinks Swiss has had already.

“I have to kiss someone?”

“No Phant you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Nobody is gonna make you.”

In an instant Swiss seems to sober up “Sibling, do you mind if I borrow him for a moment?”

“Of course not. I’ll be right here when you’re done with him.”

Swiss grins and grabs Phantom by the arm dragging him along. You crane your neck to see them to the opposite side of the room where Mountain and Cumulus are standing. Suddenly you wish you had ghoul senses or the ability to read lips as you watch the very animated conversation. Cumulus’ eyes flick over accidentally catching yours. Swiss elbows her and laughs, turning back towards the conversation.

You feel yourself go red. They were definitely talking about you. What could they possibly be talking about? Had you done something? Were they upset that Phantom went with you?

You notice Phantom glancing back over at your table and they’re practically glowing. No wait, they were glowing. The lichtenberg scars are lit up with quintessence. They looked nervous.

You decide maybe it would do you good to get some air. The heat from the party and whatever the hell was in your drink was making you feel fuzzy. You leave through one of the back doors of the chapel that thankfully weren’t locked. It spits you out into the courtyard. You sit on one of the stone benches and stare up at the twinkling stars.

“Hi.”

You jump hearing Phantom’s voice.

“Hi.”

You don’t look at him. You continue to gaze at the sky. He sits next to you on the bench.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Thinking.”

“About what?”

You

“Life. How lucky I was to join the Ministry and do something I’m passionate about. How excited I am to see what the year has for us.”

“Us?”

You feel that prick on your skin and your mind telling you to backpedal, come up with an excuse, but you don’t. A nice feeling of warmth has spread through your body and you feel relaxed. You feel your nerves melt.

“I mean…you’re not going anywhere anytime soon, so there’ll be plenty of us in the new year. We can hang out more.”

“You wanna hang out with me?”

“Phant of course I do! You’re so sweet! And silly! I just never know what to say.”

It’s silent for a beat.

“You know I can read thoughts, right?”

You don’t say anything. You don’t know what to say.

“When someone touches me I can feel their thoughts.”

Oh. OH.

He reaches his hand out, hesitating for a moment. When you don’t try to shift away they place their hand on yours. You turn and look at them and you see the universe looking back. You don’t know if it’s the drinks, some freaky quintessence magick, or something else but everything feels honey slow. Your eyes trace the features you were so enamored with when they were in your room.

Scars

Fuzz

Nose

Lips

Under the glow of the pale moonlight you can practically see every constellation in those little, discrete sparkles of his skin. Their mouth moves and all you can think about is kissing them. He can feel it. He repeats himself, shifting closer to you.

“I think I like you.”

You kiss him. You can’t think of anything to do. It’s all your mind can focus on. It’s soft and sweet and he tastes like frost covered apples and ozone. You feel that buzz of quintessence rise and pop in the air. It feels warm. It feels like coming home and seeing people you haven’t in years. It feels like cuddling under a new blanket. It feels like the first sip of a warm drink after playing in the snow.

When the kiss breaks you keep your foreheads pressed together. You can feel him smile before laughter fills the courtyard. He kisses you again and again and again. The Ministry bell tower rings out and they pull you in and kiss you long and deep, not letting go until the chimes fall silent.

“I hope I did it right. Is it breaking the rules to do it before midnight?” he whispers.

“Even if it was, I wouldn't care. As long as you promise more for the whole year.”

“Deal” he giggles

“Happy new years Phantom” you kiss him again.

[ripleylove]

Solo tu y yo,y nadie mas.

pairing: santos escobar x fem reader.

genre: suggestive,not any actual smut tho

summary: seeing Elektra being all over Santos,ignited a feeling of jealousy inside you,and you wanted to have your revenge.

A/N: couldnt find any santos escobar content so as always i took the matter in my own hands. (as always)

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You were fuming.

You were just one breath away until you destroyed anything that came into your vision from the jealousy.

Your beloved (hell nah) Elektra Lopez was just hugging and touching Santos,and the worst thing is that he isn't even saying or doing anything about it.

And you,his girlfriend,were right in front of them.

You weren't sure about how smoke didn't come out of your ears like in cartoons,because you were mad.

But,you wanted to endure it.

Your revenge would be served on a silver plate,so you let him enjoy the moment,before everything would be done your way.

What does that mean?

Oh,you wanted to give him silent treatment.

While Elektra was still all over him,you put an indifferent espression on your face to fool people,while you were burning from jealousy inside,and you made your way to the catering,where you saw Angel.

"Oh,hi Angel! How are you doing?" You asked,while picking up a bottle of water inside the little fridge in the catering.

"Oh,now that I got to see you,I'm definitely doing better than before." He said with a flirty smirk,and you awkwardly nodded with a smile.

Before you and Angel had the chance to talk more,you heard Santos entering the catering room.

"Dios mio,ma. I thought you disappeared! Why didn't you tell me you were here?" He said with heavy breath,since he ran all the way here.

You didn't tell him anything,and you just walked past him,making your way to his locker room to grab your things.

Obviously,Santos was confused as hell, and he looked over to Angel,who just shrugged his shoulders.

Your boyfriend followed you like a lost puppy.

That's why you decided to give him silent treatment: because he's the clingiest person you've ever met,and he couldn't survive without having you close. So,ignoring him would hopingly teach him a lesson.

"Mi amor?" He asked,hoping that you would answer,but you didn't. You just kept on walking,your destination soon approached by the both of you.

You pushed the door open,making Santos flinch.

What happened? Why didn't you talk to him? Did he do something wrong?

Those were the questions that spiraled in Santos' mind,but he couldn't manage to give himself any answer.

While he spaced out,you started to put your things in your black bag. You put your hair in a ponytail, ready to change your clothes before leaving.

You turned around facing Santos,and you gestured him to leave the room. "Go outside,I need to change." You said,your tone cold without any expression or without any sweet word.

This made Santos feel worried: him bring in the same room you were changing in never bothered you.

He frowned,and he walked towards you.

"Mamacita,why aren't you talking to me? What did I do? Please tell me,baby,I can't stand being ignored by you." His tone was pleading,while he turned you around to look in your eyes.

You chuckled, "Oh,you really don't know? You didn't notice the way your dear 'friend' Elektra was being all over you in front of me?"

'oh shit' Santos thought.

"C'mon,ma. You know I love only you. She won't stop even if I tell her." Santos said while wrapping his hands around your waist.

"And you think this is a good reason? Oh,Santos you're so wrong."

"Mi amor,please forgive me. I know that it isn't a good justification, but I promise you're the only one in my life. Let me show that what I'm saying is true." He said while kissing your sensitive neck,and you couldn't not give in his antics.

"You better show me I am,papi." You smirked,pressing gently your hands in his muscular chest,while ha picked you up,giving your neck some red and purple marks with his skillful mouth.

"Oh,claro que si,mama. Solo tu y yo,y nadie mas."

taglist: @stellakiddsblog @bibibi-tchx @p-mp

[timeslugarts]

Lmao sorry got excited! Like the Vox x Reader x Vera except the reader is not normal about them. Like reader is positively overflowing with love for the 2 and have a hard time hiding it

-🎉

My dear, I've done it! I had so much fun writing this, I think it's so freaking cute! I hope you enjoy yourself!

VERA X VOX X READER 🎉

A small cw for harassment

Heaven made a mistake when it sent you to Hell. You were everything, soft, kind, and full of compassion. That's why when Vera and Vox found you, they silently agreed they would protect you at all costs.

Vox was busy tonight, doing some sort of promotional for his newest product, so Vera decided that the two of you could use some alone time. She liked parading you around as arm candy, and you had to admit that being doted on by her was always enjoyable. She liked to dress you up, take you someplace fun, and drink and dance until morning came. Vox was always jealous of these little outings, which made you smile, he hated when he missed out on being with his two favorite people.

The bar was dark and a little dingy, ambient music flowed from the speakers as bodies pressed against each other in a rhythmic sway in the middle of the dance floor. You never worried about losing track of your partner in a place like this though, her bright blue flames adding a dreamlike quality to the space around you.

"Come on, there's a drink here that I've been dying to try." She took you gently by the wrist and pulled you through the crowd. Weaving this way and that till you got up to the bartender.

She ordered the drinks as you looked around the dive, Vera always made you chuckle, for someone who always seemed so sophisticated she really liked to hang out in the weirdest places.

"My darling, here you are." Vera smiled, handing you a deliciously purple and shimmery drink. You took a sip, oh boy that was dangerous, it tasted like juice, you couldn't even tell there was alcohol in it. Vera had downed her glass quickly.

"Sweetheart, did you even taste that?" You asked eyebrows raised as you took another sip.

She giggled, "of course I did! Just very quickly." She booped you on the nose.

The bartender had handed her another drink and she drank it just as quickly. You rolled your eyes knowing you'd have to call Vox for a ride home later.

"Hey sweet things, how bout we show you two a good night?" A tall bearded man gestured between him and his friend. They were enormous and made you nervous, maybe not as nervous as you could've.

"I'm not sure how disappointment would be a good night." Vera giggled more, she pulled out her phone looking at it with glee in her eyes.

"Oh come on, don't be that way." The other guy grinned, "what about you sweetheart, you feelin frisky?" He leaned over to put his arm around you, but Vera was faster.

"Don't." She said, her tone becoming very serious, she had grabbed the arm that was reaching for you.

"Let go of me you dumb bitch." The man said, trying to rip his arm away.

Vera only grinned, you knew what was coming next so you closed your eyes quickly. The man burst into flames. Bright blue fire licked up around him as Vera giggled more. You could feel the heat from the fire against your cheeks. It made you smile a bit.

It wasn't until the first man's screaming stopped that you popped your eyes back open. Vera's fire had smoldered down leaving nothing but ash.

The party had gone quiet. The first guy was staring at the two of you with rage in his eyes, "YOU CRAZY BITCH!" He grabbed a bottle on the counter and smashed it pointing the shattered remains your way. You took another sip of your cocktail.

The lights to the bar went dark.

"Uh ohhh," Vera chided, her little flames dancing around. "Our boyfriend's here."

"DO YOU THINK-" The static yelling of Vox could be heard from every speaker in the club. "THAT TOUCHING EITHER OF THEM WOULD BE OK!?"

You took another sip of your drink, but at some point in the night you had finished it, you looked at the bartender and shook your glass. He nodded wide eyed and started to make you another.

The bulbs in the club began to shatter as Vox made his grand appearance. Streaks of blue lightning zipped from all the electronics and converged on one point. That's where Vox stepped from, adjusting his tie and the lapels of his coat. Brushing imaginary dirt from his shoulders. His eyes trailed over to the two of you, Vera waved her fingers and you gave him a wry smile.

He only lifted a brow, "you two can't go anywhere without causing trouble can you?"

"Hey, this was all Vera's fault." You said raising your hands in mock surrender.

"Oh please, you're the one that people can't keep their hands off!" She laughed, running her fingers up your sides tickling you.

"Come on you two, we're going home, someone has to teach you both a lesson." He grinned, running his claws over your cheek and under your jaw. A slight static shock sent shivers down your spine. "As for you," he turned to the other man, his clawed hand palming the gross dude's face. "I better not see you ever again." Vox lifted the guy effortlessly and threw him across the bar. He collided harshly with the brick wall interior.

You smiled up at Vox and he met your gaze with one of his own. "Alright home it is, but what're we gonna do about that one?" You jabbed your thumb at Vera who was now mostly leaning on the bar trying to maybe talk to the bartender? Or still his booze, you weren't sure.

Vox rolled his eyes. He strode over and lifted her up, putting her over his shoulder.

"Come on my dear." He said offering you his arm which you gladly accepted.

The three of you made your way back home, Vera falling asleep on Vox's shoulder as you and him laughed and put bets on how bad her hangover was going to be tomorrow.

You walked into your shared bedroom as Vox lay Vera down on the bed taking her shoes off, you tucked yourself in next to her pulling the sheets up so she was covered. She mumbled something about getting a puppy and wrapped her limbs around you snuggling in close. Vox was last to get in, but he made your little trio complete, his long arms encircling the two of you keeping you warm throughout the night.

Hell might have been one of the weirder places to find a happy little family, but here you three were, sleeping soundly into the night, not a care in the world.

[melob954]

Short Fanfic where Original Character are Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian's mate

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(the first time I'm posting a text in years, not revised at the time I'm posting here but I plan in doing it that later on)

(english is not my first language)

(I dont have anyone too talk about the fantasies and ideas I have about acotar but I love reading and admiring art here online so I gues I could publish something)

Warnings: soft, pessimists pregnancy thoughts, competition for affection, how it all works out, no introduction, straight to the point, sfw, reverse harem.

Word Count: 1058

Characters belong to Sarah J. Mass in the Acotar Universe

None spoilers to the saga

#soft #acotar #reverseharem #sliceoflife #intimacy #sfw #cassian #rhysand #azriel #fanfic #acotarfanfic #fanfiction

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“Fine! Who do you want to sleep with?” 

Azriel and Rhysand were looking at me waiting for a answer that would pleasure them. But for more that I want a solution where everybody could be happy with... I had nothing like that. So in a nervous reponse I said: 

“Cassian. Come with me?” 

He looked surprised, looked at his brothers and follow me to my room in the cabin. 

Cassian sat at the bed in the center of the room and just patience waited for anything I would want to do. 

“You know it didn’t mean sex, right?” 

“Oh, I know” He gave me a sweet conforting smile and my heart ached. 

“That is too much for me. I don’t want them to fight against each other” 

“I know, sweethheart” 

I crossed my arms and signed frustared. 

“May I sit?” 

Cassian gave me space beside him and I sat on his side on the edge of the matress. 

“If you don’t feel confortable it’s alright if you want me to leave” 

“No” I said almost desperaded. “I don’t want you to leave. I need company” 

“I’m happy for being chosen by you, my sweet mate” 

“I just no ready for choosing someone to be the first and make the others hurt doing so. But i need to make my body understand that being close to you it’s not a threat. You ok with doing it?” 

“Anything you ask me I am happy of doing” 

“It’s late we should go to sleep” I say standing up walking to my closet and looking for sleeping clothes. The winter was strong enought that Rhys needed magic to warm up the cabin, but having to divide a bed with Cassian... he has always been a little bit too hot.  

Warm actually. 

His footsteps came closer til he was on just the other side of the wood door. 

“Can you grab some pants for me too?” 

“Sure” I looked for the gray soft pants Cass usually used in the cabin and handed to him. 

While I was changing the weak sound of his clothes being taken off capture my attention. Something inside of me wanted to do that for him, and for Rhys and Az. Everyday for the rest of our lives. My lower tummy heated and ached for being so empty. 

My body was almost screaming crying for a pregnancy that I did not want. 

Everything was too much. This new information, this new dynamic of all four of us... Not the time to think about it. Or let me be influenced by my body reactions to my mates. 

It would not be wrong tho. Cassian was my mate. And I know Azriel and Rhysand would be filled with joy if I got a baby, but that image of me pregnant, feeling the moviments of the baby, my body changing and the three of my mates competing for me was torture. 

No sex for no pregnancy It’s was I decided. 

With a light and soft fabric sleeping set, purple, I closed the doors and saw Cassian already laid in the bed, underneath the sheets looking at me with his small and wicked smile that I loved so much. 

I got myself under the sheets beside Cassian and laid on my side looking at his body relax, toned like a statue of a god, shirtless showing his gold chest with one hand under his head, looking at me, softly. 

“Cass, can I hold your hand?” 

I neede physical contact or I would go crazy and do forbidden things. Cass agreed and gave me his hand that I held with both of my, exporing his thick skin, the calluses in every point and curve that I never noticed by just holding. He was so soft on the inside and with a body brutally and roughly build. 

I came closer and touched two of his fingertips in my lips, feeling the roughness of him with the soft warm of him. 

Cassian didn’t react at any of that,maybe because he was controlling himself with the power of centuries of training or for indifference. What could I, a recently made faery, could possible do to effect a three hundred and thirty years old faery general? 

So I took the opportunity and kept going. I out his palm against my cheek and closed my eyes, focusing in thinking that it was Cassian, that gentle soul, funny and smart faery that saved me so many times, even from myself. 

“i still getting used to this new reality” 

“Dont worry sweetheart, take the time you need. We will be always right here for you when you need us” 

My chest and heart warmed to that and I relaxed. They were being so patience with me, so caring and soft... 

I got myself closer to him, Cass held me with one warm putting my face to rest on his bare chest, his other hand still in mine. 

I was looking at it, memorizing each detail, each curve and line, til the sleep got the best of me, so I kissed his palm gently and fell asleep in his arms. 

We waked in the morning in the same position, even tho I got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. 

I hugged Cassian and smiled hearing his soft sounds walking up. 

“Morning” 

Cassian said with a husky voice that made my insides trumble and warm up. I was in fact in a very amusing challenge. 

After a few minutes of cudding and stretching we go up and walked out of the room, finding Rhys and Azriel in the kitchen. 

Rhys was at the oven baking in various pots making the hole cabin smells amazing, while Azriel was on the other side of the balcony looking at everything like if Rhys could be a danger with the oven by himself. 

“Morning” Cassian said relaxed with a hand on his belly yawning sleeply. 

The two other males responded the greeting while looking at me. I wasn’t sure about if it was the right thing... but I walked to them, Azriel and Rhysand, and kissed them respectively on their cheeks, taking my sweet time to feel their skin in my lips, to breath in their scents and show them that their in my mind. My mates are always in my mind. 

[sylverstorms]

“You look your best when you’re at my mercy” League of Legends Version.

Katarina has her hands everywhere on you the second your door closes behind her. Lips hot on yours, she walks you back at a dizzying pace, silently demanding you trust her to lead you to bed, or whichever other surface she decides she wants you on tonight. 

In itself, the intensity is nothing new; she’s a crimson hurricane on most of her nightly visits, one that leaves you breathless, wrecked in more ways than one. Of course, like the wind, she isn’t a solid to be held on to. One moment she’s on top of you, skilled and firm and perfect, the next... gone.

And yet, it’s hard for two people regularly doing all the things you do not to grow closer to each other in the process. You have come to know the infamous assassin of Noxus, what she likes, what triggers her. So tonight you are sure something has ticked her off, judging by how fast your shirt and bra are damn near ripped off your torso.

Teeth latch on the spot underneath your jaw that never fails to make you weak. She sucks –hard– and you gasp out her name in a sound torn between begging and warning. The low chuckle that comes right by your ear makes you dig your nails into her toned biceps, the contours of which you can feel through her black, form-fitting blouse. You wish the smug bastard didn't turn you on so powerfully, alas. 

The haze of your mind hardly lets you notice when your knees hit the mattress. You only register that you are horizontal underneath her when she pulls back to look down at you, admiring her handiwork through darkened, smokey emeralds. 

A smirk as sharp as her knives curls her lips. “It really suits you, you know. Being at my mercy.”

Except she's known to show none. 

Syndra takes whatever she wants the moment she wants it. ‘No’ is a foreign word to her and certainly not one you think to say when she shows up out of nowhere, grabs you by the shoulder, then pushes you through a portal straight into her room. By the time the nausea dies down, your back is already against a wall, her succulent, dark-painted lips molded in-between yours. 

She always tastes of raw arcane. Every hungry kiss, every electric touch, every inch of her lithe body. Everything about her is limitless magic and unrestrained power, as addictive as the most potent drug. Against all common sense, you’re already hooked on her, wholly and completely. No matter how many times you have her, you can never get enough. 

If asked how this ordeal began, you have no answer to give. One moment you were stuck in a boring league event exchanging quips about Ionia with a white-haired, noble-looking woman –insufferably arrogant, but undeniably hot in her purple, slit dress. The next, she was sucking your tongue like a lollipop in an empty room. She took her pleasure on your fingers, then left you to gape after her as she opened a portal to a distinct fortress floating in the sky; the home of the Dark Sovereign. 

“Nothing smart to say now?” 

She repeats the words of your first time together against your mouth. Her hand slides up your chest to lock firmly around your neck, manicured nails biting ever-so-slightly in, guiding you down onto her queen-sized bed. She defies gravity with how gracefully she climbs on top. Two darkly-shining spheres trap your hands over your head while strong, warm, stocking-clad thighs squeeze your lower half into submission. 

“I prefer you quiet, anyway.” she smirks. “And completely at my mercy.” 

Elise likes to corner you. A lot. Whether it is in empty alcoves or the dark caverns where Black Rose meetings take place, she will block your path and slowly walk you back against the nearest wall. That is where you find yourself again, trapped between chitinous spider limbs and her forearms at either side of your head, her breath ghosting by the shell of your ear. Your heart thunders in your chest –the blood is rushing straight between your legs– and you're sure she can feel it. 

She's smiling. Enjoying this. You know she is. Elise appreciates having total control outside and inside the bedroom. She is an apex predator and you her willing victim; the fly that felt the spider's teeth scrape its skin and somehow survived, only to become addicted to the sensation. Every moment spent lost in her  is another date with danger, but that's what makes it so intoxicating. 

The inches of height she has on you bring your mouth level with the inviting crook of her neck, just at the ends of her chic crimson hair. The marble skin there calls to you like a siren. Her expensive perfume cocoons you in raw desire for her. Before you realize what you're doing you are worshiping her pulse point and she chuckles into your ear.

"Eager, are we?" she coos, long fingers winding through your hair to tilt your head back, so her mouth hovers above yours like sweet poison that's just about to drip. "I do like that."

A kiss comes; deep and sinful. One that is deceptively honeyed, if not for the bite on your upper lip as you part. Her hands push down on your shoulders and your knees touch the cold ground, but you do not much care. Not when her fingers curl under your chin and guide it on her thigh, at the gaps of her outfit. 

“Good.” she praises. “Don't you forget that is your place; on your knees between my legs, entirely at my mercy.” 

Evelynn is unpredictable on her best days. The idol could come up to you simply to link your arms as you walk through a crowd because she's feeling possessive, then ignore you for the rest of the day. Likewise, she may lean into your ear in public, whisper the kinkiest, hottest thing imaginable, then maintain her aloof poker face while you ache for her for hours. 

Tonight her hand –absent the ring-claws, thankfully– is firm on your stomach, walking you back until you are pressed against the hood of her Lamborghini. She teases her dark, glossy mouth just above yours the entire time, enticing you with what you can have as a reward if you play nice. Her creamy thigh slides between your legs like smoke, locks you against her heat and the cool metal of her car. 

Whining her name and straining to kiss her only earn you a lethal smirk. Evelynn instead traps your chin between a thumb and pointer, turns it the other way so you bare your neck to her like an offering. Plush, full lips brand your already heated skin, before pearly teeth join in to set your stomach on fire. Her expensive scent, her ministrations, her perfect body, they're almost too much to handle at once. 

Satisfied after you are sufficiently marked as hers, she guides you by the chin into the liplock you've been craving. The sensation of kissing her is otherworldly; like you're suspended on a dark cloud, in a world of promises dripping sin. The hand on your stomach pushes you more firmly, in a way that would make the edges of the car behind you hurt if pain didn't only enhance pleasure in this moment. Then her nails bite into your skin a little, drag down to the belt of your pants… 

“You're such a pretty sight like this, darling.” she grins. “I do so love to have you at my mercy.”

LeBlanc is a secret shrouded in smoke and mirrors. You never know what to expect with her, if she will act indifferent towards you as if you have never tasted the dark velvet lipstick on her lips, or find her way into your room in the dead of night to keep you up for hours. It is her name that leaves your throat hoarse the following day, but you can never know if she was ever really with you, or if it was all another illusion. 

Even now, with her cool, long fingers slithering down your bare stomach –gods, the tremors her touch leaves in its wake– another set of hands undressing you from behind, rubbing teasing circles on your shoulders while two mouths suck languorously on opposite sides of your neck, you aren’t sure which is the clone. Maybe they both are. The real her could be sitting at a darkened corner of her room, admiring the view with a glass of wine in hand. You want to banish the thought that she may not even be here.

Then again, perhaps there is no use seeking her out at all. As she has told you, there is little difference between herself and her clones. She is her duplicates and she is everywhere. Right this moment, she is everywhere around you. On you. In you. All you can smell is the subtle spice of her perfume as she tugs your hair to expose more of your neck to her. All you can see is her burning violet gaze and her sultry smirk that makes you ache for a kiss. If this is nothing but a dream, you still don’t ever want to wake up. 

Instead, you open your mouth to ask for more, yet her finger has already silenced you. LeBlanc leans close, close enough that you can feel the vibration of her voice on your lips;

“My greedy girl.” she coos. “You love this, don’t you? Knowing every inch of you is at my mercy...” 

[seducemefanficsandheadcanons]

Soul Bound

Sam was supposed to be her soulmate. They'd proclaimed their love for each other to one of the most powerful succubi in the plains, then to each other. When Aron woke up the next morning however, Sam and his brothers were gone, along with most of her energy and magic.

Aron was finally starting to be happy again, doing her best to forget the incubi ever even existed. Just as she is getting over the heartbreak Sam's betrayal caused her, they come back. Aron lets them back in, making a deal with herself. She won't care enough for them to hurt her again. If they leave, it's up to them. She isn't going to break her own heart again.

A/N- So this is a concept I started to play around with quite a while ago, and I have finally replotted and started to rewrite it. I hope you enjoy the first chapter!

Chapter One: I wanna put you in the past cause I'm traumatized

Also posted on AO3 and Wattpad

I wish that you would stay in my memories

But you show up today just to ruin things

I wanna put you in the past cause I’m traumatized

But you’re not letting me do that

Memories- Conan Gray

Aron flopped down onto her couch, practically melting at the comfort it provided. Her light blonde hair was damp from her shower, and she wore a hoodie with pajama pants. She wrapped herself in a blanket she’d left on it the day before, yawning. She was currently in training as a new doctor, one who specialized in demons and magic. 

She wasn’t in med school like the usual human doctor, instead in a program at a hospital hidden in the nearby demon district. She only assisted with procedures as of right now, but got to treat humans and demons alike, while also improving her own magic as time went on. It was like a magical twist on a typical surgical internship, but she didn’t have to attend medical school because it was rendered useless for diagnosing or treating anything non-human. Recently, her resident decided her, and the other interns were going to be on break for at least two weeks after an undisclosed incident occurred.

Just as Aron started to get comfortable, her phone rang. She groaned as she got up to look around the couch for her phone, finally finding it in between the couch cushions. She checked the caller ID, seeing Andrew’s contact. “Hey!”

“Hey Aron!” Andrews' voice was soft and kind. He worked at her grandpa's company, and they met after he passed away. They’d become good friends since.

“What’s up?” she asked, sitting up.

“Not much really, just um…” He cleared his throat. “I was wondering if you had any free time coming up?” he asked awkwardly, making Aron smile more.

“I should. What did you have planned?” Aron found herself blushing slightly. Andrew was a sweet guy, and truthfully, she thought he was cute. She could never bring herself to ask him out, however.

“Well... I wanted to know if I could take you to dinner tomorrow night!” he said. “If you don’t want to or are too busy, I understand.”

Aron grinned to herself; her tone joyous as she answered. “I’d love to!”

“Really? Awesome!” Andrew cheered, making her giggle softly. 

They continued to talk for a bit about the restaurant so Aron would know what to wear before they hung up. Aron had a soft smile as she relaxed on the couch. For the first time in a while, good things were happening, and she was allowing herself to be happy. After everything that’s happened in her life, she needed it.

Aron started to clean for about an hour, music playing from her phone as she washed dishes. She was interrupted by a knock on the door. She checked the time, wondering why anyone would be showing up at ten o'clock at night, before pausing her music and walking into the lobby of the mansion. 

Nothing could have prepared her for what was behind the door.

Arons grip on her phone completely loosened, it falling to the floor as she stared ahead of her at five incubi, the incubi, wide eyed. They all were covered in bruises and wounds, some worse than others. Her eyes met amber ones, light blues, purple, and indigo’s, but god she could have swore the world stopped when she met Sam’s intense emerald gaze.

She felt a pain in her chest, a familiar but unwelcome ache as she stared at the five men who’d completely changed her life for the worse. Her ears were ringing loudly in her ears. They weren’t supposed to be here. 

They left.

He left .

As fast as she could think of it, she ripped her gaze from Sams, who was to the left of the group, and to the others. She looked at the others, frozen in place. Her stomach turned with her sudden adrenaline, her breathing stopping almost completely.

After what felt like hours of them just standing there, her distant gaze in between two of them, Aron finally spoke, her voice no more than a whisper. “What the actual fuck?”

“Miss,” James started, making her look at him. “I know that this is difficult, but we would truly appreciate it if you just let us inside.”

Aron gave James an incredulous look. Was he fucking serious?! Aron found herself hoping this was some kind of sick dream. It had to be. There was no way possible that-

“Aron,” Damien’s voice caught her attention. His eyes held a sadness; it made Arons stomach churn, and her eyes avert. “Don’t freak out, please. You aren’t dreaming. No, this isn’t a hallucination.”

The next few moments were a blur. Her vision was fuzzy and dark as she watched herself walk into the kitchen with the boys.

She wouldn’t meet their eyes. His eyes.

She could feel their gazes on her, Sam’s like a fire to her skin. She didn’t have to look to know he was watching her. She knew if she looked and saw any form of pity in those stupid green eyes of his, any regret or sadness, she would lose her shit. She did not want any pity from him, she didn’t want to hear about how much he regrets leaving.

“There’s um…there’s food in the kitchen,” she said quietly, staring down at nothing in particular. “Your rooms haven’t changed either, just…yeah.”

“Wait, you’re letting us stay?” Matthew asked, pure confusion in his voice.

“Yeah,” Aron said like it was obvious, but she was barely even lucid enough to realize what she had said until after she'd said it. “You're beaten half to hell. I just need to know why.”

Even as she kept her eyes down and away from them, she could picture them all giving each other uncertain looks like they had when she met them, or when she demanded answers about Diana.

“Miss, when we left-” James started.

“That isn’t what I asked,” Aron interrupted him. “Why are you covered in bruises and blood now?”

Damien stepped a bit closer. “We got attacked by a band of demons as we were leaving, and we were already low on energy.”

Aron nodded. “Did they follow you?”

“No,” he said, his voice soft and gentle.

Erik spoke up. “Princess, if I may-”

“You may not,” Aron interrupted him. “I don’t want to hear about why you left or why you came back to the human world. If you are looking for somewhere to stay, you can live here until you get back on your feet. If you aren’t here for somewhere to live, then I’m not interested. If that is the case, I’ll come back downstairs tomorrow and all of you will be gone.”

“If you didn’t look like you’d just gotten your asses handed to you, I wouldn’t have let you in to begin with. The same rules from last time are in place. If you break them, your ass will be out on the street,” she said quietly but sternly.

All of the boys gave some form of vocal agreement for the exception of Sam. That was for the better. If she heard his voice right now, it would break her.

She nodded and wordlessly walked off, already able to hear the quiet murmur of conversation between the incubi. She walked into her room and leaned against her door. 

Why the hell did she let them stay? What made her think that was a good idea? What if they came back to kill her or take more energy? Sam and possibly the others had already taken so much of her magic, it took her months to even get half of it back, and that was with the assistance of spells. 

Aron didn’t even cry, just staring blankly ahead of her as she stood there. She wanted to curl up into a ball and die. She’d just opened her house up to five incubi. Again.  

It will be fine; I spend most of my time at the hospital anyways.

But I’m off for two weeks. Even when I go back, I’ll be home enough to see them.

I could just stay in my room. I can go out onto the balcony for fresh air and have water.

But eventually I need to go eat. I can’t live on water and fresh air alone!

I’m sure it’s fine, I don’t even care that they left anymore! I’m over Sam. We weren’t even actually together a full day!

So why did it hurt so bad to see his face?

Oh god, this was such a mistake. She couldn’t even look at Sam, how the hell was she going to live with them again? If she was lucky, they’d be gone in the morning.

But life has proven again and again that Aron is not lucky.

[tealfling]

Thinking about my game on a 7 hour car ride.

A/N: Does anyone else notice in game you can just turn around and Astarion is nowhere to be found? (Probably stuck on a ledge)

Amaranth hates that.

Astarion x Named F!Tav Amaranth

Summary: While looking a bookshelf, tiefling cleric Amaranth notices a normally close member of her party is missing. This sends her into a panic attack as she tries to find him.

Part 1? Idk, part 2 would probably be just smut (which I’m willing to try if there’s interest), none here though. Allusions to all Cazador’s shit. Pg13 SFW. Wrote on my phone during a car ride, light proofreading

Tail end of Act 1~

Do Not Go Far From Me.

The dust made her nose itch. Amaranth pulled a sooty tome from the rotting shelf. The spine was in surprisingly good shape considering how long this particular establishment must have been abandoned. Its title had faded from the cover, but she thumbed through it. There were enough readers in camp that it could be interesting to someone. In fact, she was sure Gale was in the room ahead doing the very same. He and Lae'zel rounded out the day's team.

It wouldn't show very good leadership skills to continue to leave them at camp just because they'd hurt her feelings. Amaranth felt if not given the chance to use the sword she was constantly sharpening Lae'zel might turn it on the group at this point. And, admittedly, Gale's knowledge of the arcane was unmatched in their party.

Amaranth skimmed the pages. A pointed grin bloomed when she realized it was a rather raunchy read, not A Pleasurable Deal, by any measure, but certainly the sort of thing she and her favorite traveling companion have been secretly hiding in each other's things. Part of their game. "Ooh," she cooed, "looks like I found something else for you to sink your teeth into, Fangs," her tone intentionally flirtatious. When there was no response, Amaranth turned calling over her shoulder, "Astarion?" The small chamber was empty of the pale elf she sought. Huh. He was right behind her in the hall. Maybe he went ahead with Gale.

The purple tiefling went to the next room with a call, "Gale?" His immediate response relieved her in a way she wasn't expecting, at least they hadn't decided to leave her behind.

"Yes?" The brunette human man looked up from the book he was inspecting.

"Have you seen Astarion?"

"No, last I saw him he was with you." Gale answered, replacing the tome in hand and pulling another from the shelf.

"Same. Where's Lae'zel?" Amaranth looked around, noticing the grumpy gith was absent from the room.

Gale answered over his shoulder, "She went to through the door on the left, just there." He nodded in the direction of the far side of the chamber. His demeanor was calm and it helped Amaranth stay level. They were all adults. They didn't need hand holding. They were just exploring these rooms for supplies like her. She didn't need to mother hen them. They didn't need her to keep tabs on them. Astarion often became impatient of her looting. He preferred to pilfer treasure or items obviously worth their weight in gold. While Amaranth seemed cursed to touch everything. He was probably in the next room bitching with Lae'zel.

Except, he wasn't. Lae'zel was the only living thing standing in the dim chamber. She was lighting a brazier. The room had more of the same, broken or rotten wood furniture and crumbling stone. No elf. Amaranth's stomach churned.

"Hey, have you seen Astarion?" She was sure she asked calmly. Sure her voice didn't crack.

Lae'zel clicked her tongue annoyed, "I am not your pale shadow's keeper."

Amaranth's heart dropped in her stomach. Fuck. She'd fucked up. "Gale!" She called whipping around on her heel. When he met her at the door, she didn't give him a chance to speak. Her purple hands grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him in the gith's direction. The wizard opened and closed his mouth several times, settling on a worried look when he realized how panic began to manifest on their leader.

"Stay with Lae'zel." The fighter rolled her eyes and hissed, an objection or snide comment cut off when Amaranth snapped at her, "DO NOT let him out of your sight! Do you understand me?! That is an order!" The tiefling's opal eyes blackened and her fangs reared, they'd only seen her do this the few times she's threatened someone and her emotions got the better of her. It'd never been used on any of them before. Lae'zel smirked. Teethling.

"I'm going to double back and look for Astarion," Amaranth continued, forcefully taking slow deep breaths. She didn't mean to bark at them like that. A leader should be level-headed and calm. Why did they give her that damned title? She felt like she was going to vomit. "Please," she begged, "stay here. Stay together."

She whipped around, rushing through the previous room. Her mind raced. She only looked away for a second. He was right there. She should have paid more attention. He needed more of her attention. Sure Mizora had popped into camp once, but she hadn't threatened to take Wyll. Just days ago they had run into a Gur monster hunter, in the middle of a swamp of all places, looking for Astarion. Her pulse hammered in her ears. People were looking for him, hunting him. Her mouth ran dry, but she swallowed nervously. Cazador was going to take him the first chance he got. Amaranth felt so stupid. How could she be so careless? It was foolish to take her eyes off him for a moment. Every footfall, every heartbeat, every empty hall, every rapid glance where he wasn't, Amaranth's fear grew.

She was supposed to protect him. She said she would help him. She was beginning to think she could save him. How could she do anything if she lost him?

In the odd way she had come to serve the Raven Queen, Amaranth had never once felt the need to pray to her Matron. Not like a normal cleric. But in recent times Amaranth had experienced many firsts, and the sting in her eyes had a new one form on her heart. As the name of the Raven Matron bubbled her lips, Amaranth cornered a right straight into a wall.

A pliable, leathery wall.

Amaranth stumbled back, disoriented from the unexpected change in momentum. Quick arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her forward again. She grabbed at their base trying to steady herself from the constant change in direction. Her head was already dizzy from all the panicked adrenaline. When the room stopped spinning, Amaranth looked up into a pale face meeting red hooded eyes.

"Thank the fucking gods," Amaranth choked in a small breath. All of them if she needed to.

"Why, hello, my Sweet, looking for a--" Astarion didn't get to finish his line before purple fists slammed into his chest.

"No! None of the seductive bullshit! I was looking for YOU, you dumbass!" Again she brought her fists down on his chest piece in fury, much of the force was taken by the armor so it didn't bother Astarion. Not the way the angry, teary eyes scanning him did. "Where the fuck were you?! You were right behind me last I checked and then you were gone! No one knew where you were!! I thought a monster hunter or-*gasp*- or- *wheeze*- Cazador's minions had grabbed you!" She gripped his armour, trying to shake him, but there wasn't enough strength in it to move him.

Now Astarion was the one that was concerned, the little purple tiefling kept trying to swallow air she wasn't getting, making a sickening wheezing noise instead. Her bright diamond eyes unfocused and wild. A panic attack. Something he was all too familiar with. Her pulse rapid and unnatural in his ear, her delicious scent tainted with fear, her expressive tail limp on the ground.

Thinking quickly, Astarion cupped her cheeks, massaging them with his thumbs, as he shushed her. "Darling, I need you to take deep breaths for me, okay? I'm sorry. Listen to me, I need you to breathe," he mummered. He took several breaths of his own, but she didn't slow hers. "My dear, look at me, what color are my eyes?" The tiefling continued to gasp, "My Love, you're ok. You're all right. I'm all right." Astarion was trying his best to calm her, but he could feel her hands trembling on his arms even through the bracers. "Try to breathe with me, please Amaranth," he implored, touching his forehead to hers. Her breath hitched and she finally focused on him, slowly catching his rhythm.

When it seemed like her breathing and her pulse were manageable, Astarion gently tucked a strand of Amaranth's pearly hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Are you ok now?" He asked pulling her into his arms when she nodded that she was. "Good," he said resting his cheek on her forehead.

What the hells just happened? He had gotten distracted looking at something, he couldn't even remember what it was. Certainly nothing worth, well, causing this. Amaranth was known for becoming engrossed in looting herself, sometimes wandering away, and though it often gave Astarion a nervous pit in his stomach, it'd never been this bad for either of them. She'd mentioned the Gur and Cazador. That conversation happened a couple of days ago now. Like most things, Amaranth seemed to take it all in her righteous stride. Barely noting that Astarion's baggage would add extra people after their tail, but promising to deal with it if it came up all the same. He didn’t think it bothered her this much. That she cared this much. He didn’t want her to feel this way. Astarion stroked her hair guiltily, this was not part of his plan.

Amaranth pulled back her head, giving herself room to palm the tears from her eyes and cheeks. "Sorry," she sniffed. "You scared the life out of me! You dork!" She grumbled, smacking him on the chest again this time more playfully. Astarion made a big show of wincing, even though she knew she didn't hit hard enough to hurt. They chuckled. "I found another raunchy book for you," she explained, suddenly looking around for a book she was no longer holding, "guess I dropped it."

Astarion purred, "Pity, I do so enjoy our secret book club." If she was feeling better, he wanted to get her laughing and joking again. He still had his arms around her waist, where she was trapped and couldn't flee, making it easy to lean in for the tease.

"Yeah, well, when I went to hand it to you, you weren't there!" Amaranth huffed leaning back, then she pinched her brow. "Instead, I found myself alone with Gale and Lae'zel,” she pouted.

Astarion mocked apologetically, "A truly detestable fate, my Dear, and one I am sincerely sorry for inflicting on you." He gave her a roguish grin before nuzzling his nose into the side of her jaw and peppering kisses down her neck. His trail followed his favorite vein, stealthily monitoring her steadying pulse. "Tell me, my pet, how would you like me to make it up to you?" He punctuated each word with a kiss and his tongue intentionally grazed her throat when it could, pursuing a reaction.

"Well, going forward," Amaranth stated evenly as Astarion worked his lips along her neck down to the dip of her clavicle in search of his desired response. Bracing herself on his biceps, but offering more of what little flesh she had exposed from armor she continued calmly, "if you're going to disappear, you could do me the honor of taking me with you. That way if anything does happen we can at least die together. Better to be dead with you than left alone with the other two."

Her statement was matter of fact and untheatrical, but ripped Astarion from his endeavor immediately to catch her gaze. When she turned her chin to face him, Amaranth wore her normal gentle smile.

There was a long, pregnant pause hung in the air. It grew heavy. Something building between them. Ready to birth. After Astarion didn't move for several seconds, Amaranth thought that she might have broken him with the way his face was frozen. It wasn't an expression she'd seen on him before and after a while the intense way he bore into her made her uneasy.

She chuckled nervously surveying his face, "What? What is it? Astarion?" Amaranth crinkled her nose and silver brows confused. His face softened and his red eyes flitted from her eyes to her lips. That strange weight of the moment deepened as she felt her lids lower, her own eyes set to mimic his. She felt the pull when she regarded his mouth and realized it was drawing closer to her own.

He brought one hand up to cup her face, almost smiling when he felt her tail hesitantly curl around his leg. The last time Astarion had her in his bedroll was the first time he felt her tail that way. Admittedly, at the time, it surprised him as he hadn't anticipated a slithering sensation around his leg. But right now, it felt like it could tether him to her. An anchor him to her safety. Her warmth. Whatever this building between them was. Inviting him. He slowly slid his fingers through her hair, losing himself in her eyes, being lulled by the steady increase of her pulse as her anticipation grew.

Amaranth slowly brought her hands to his face, delicately fluttering her fingers along Astarion's defined jaw, preparing to pull him closer. To close the gap.

"Have you found him?" Gale's earnest call from around the corridor corner startled Amaranth completely making her jump back. When she whirled around, Gale was just rounding the cobbled corner. “Hello?”Lae'zel's armour could also be faintly heard echoing off the stone--now that Amaranth wasn’t listening to her own heartbeat ring in her ears. "Ah, there you are," Gale said cooly. "Sorry to defy orders, but we figured more eyes would better the search. Seems like you found him easy enough. See? No need to worry yourself."

Amaranth exhaled heavily, putting a hand to her chest. "Mystra help you, Gale, you almost gave me a heart attack!" The tiefling bit, straightening herself.

"Ah, sorry about that. Well, seeing as you don't currently appear to be experiencing cardiac arrest, I'll say that's no harm done." Lae'zel clicked her tongue when she appeared behind the wizard. Gale peered around Amaranth, "What about our vanished vampire friend?" The human's chipper tone dropped when two very vexed crimson eyes shimmered over her shoulder.

Astarion hissed, “Oh, I’m fine, Gale. Just peachy. I didn’t realize you’d miss me enough to come looking for me yourself. I must say, I’m touched.” The elf placed a hand to his chest, but his tone didn’t match his words.

“g'lyck.” Lae’zel sneered, “Now that Astarion is found, I see no reason to waste time any longer. If this place does not contain the answers we seek, let us return to camp.”

For once, Amaranth was thankful of Lae’zel’s short fuse. “Alright, Lae’zel, lead the way,” she nodded, “I don’t think my heart could handle anymore jumpe scares.”

[fireflykaizoku]

Killer x Reader | Massages

and with that short soft killer moment, i post the last fic of the year!

For the past couple of months, Killer barely had some rest. Being the First Mate of the Kid Pirates, he was often busy fighting, do some tasks for the Captain or working out. And eventually his body would respond to the sleep deprivation and exhausting schedule.

Soon enough, the day it happened you decided your boyfriend needed a break. He could protest and complain, but you wouldn't take "no" for an answer.

You prepared the shared room, placing candles on specific spots to set the mood and make everything more relaxing.

— Baby, I'll give you a massage. You need it. — you approached him on the deck, already taking the man’s hand and going towards your bedroom.

—  You don’t have to… — he protested. It wasn’t because Killer didn’t like your soft touches or any intimate moment with you. But the blonde just didn’t know affection and love until you met. It was something new to him, and being able to accept kindness was still unusual to him.

You shook your head in a negative answer, already opening the door.

— I want to. — you smiled and took his hand, leading him to the bed. — Come on…

Killer followed, still feeling a bit awkward, but his body begged for his bed. Before laying down, the blonde took his shirt off with your help, exposing his toned body.  

Removing his mask was still something that scared him, even though you’ve seen his face before. The first mate trusted you, and the candle lights made him a bit more comfortable.

— You can keep the mask on if you want to. — you whispered, rubbing his shoulder in a reassuring gesture.

— It’s alright… I can do it… — The man said as he removed his mask slowly, showing his beautiful blue eyes, purple tinted lips and blonde bangs that even with the low lighting, you were able to see and appreciate.

Killer had his own reasons to hide his face, but to you, he was the most beautiful person in the world. And even if you visited every island and explored the whole Grand Line, you wouldn’t be able to find someone as mesmerizing.

Noticing your stare, your boyfriend felt his cheeks feeling warm at this point. Even though you were looking at him full of love, it was still something different to him, to be so “exposed”.

— Lay down on your stomach, baby. — you smiled. 

The man did as told, making himself comfortable. He could feel every muscle of his body relax, and his pillow never felt as comfortable as it did now. The blonde would have to fight sleep so he could enjoy this romantic moment with you.

You grabbed the bottle of massage oil from the nightstand, and straddled on his back right before pouring the liquid all over Killer’s back. The sensation made the man jump in surprise, but relax as soon as your gentle hands touched his skin.

You ran your fingers gently, finding any stress spots on his back. You traced every inch, every scar on his back. Bending over, you placed a gentle kiss on his neck, making the man shiver. Your hand moved to his lower back slowly, taking your time making sure you didn’t leave one bit of his body untouched. Usually, moments like these lead to something else, however, you were glad to just give him a massage, to feel the warmth of his body and make him feel relaxed.

— You’re an angel… — he muttered, already half asleep. — My beautiful angel…

It was enough to make a smile appear on your lips. His compliments and nicknames were always so sincere and his voice was always so full of love. 

— I love you. — you whispered many times as you peppered kisses all over his warm skin. — I love you so much.

The First Mate’s eyelids started to feel heavy, and Killer knew he wouldn’t be able to stay awake much longer.

— I love you too. — the blonde yawned before letting himself fall asleep.

As much as you loved to enjoy such soft, romantic and intimate moments like these with him, you were glad that for the first time in a long time, your boyfriend was able to relax and sleep in peace. And of course, from now on, you'd make sure the blonde wouldn't exhaust himself that much.

[th3b4dk1dzz]

Just Dance Theory: Jack Rose's sibling

I'm so glad Littlsiha brought up the Kid of the Swan because I've been theorising this for a while and have just a few days before, made a huge break in the case that I would like to share with everyone and my supporting evidence to why I think Dahlia the coach for Don't Start Now and Flowers is Jack's sister.

Exibit A) Naming Convention

The most obvious connection between these two is that they both have flowers as part of their names.

Exibit B) Costuming

Now, although both the Flower siblings wear suits, with blacks, golds, and pinks prevalent in their designs, that's not the comparison I want to make. I want to compare Dahlia's suit to her mother's costume for Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This.

Both coaches wear black pantsuits over a brighter low cut, brighter top/leotard. Given that Flowers is a song about moving on, self-care and healing, perhaps she has decided to accept her past and better herself from it. Hence why her suit is adorned with her own floral motif.

But this is not the first time we have met Dahlia. The first time we see her is in Don't Start Now, where she wears a blue and gold dress, I will say, though, her top, her shoes and her glove are purple and red, colours that are worn by Jack Rose. I like to think this was shortly after leaving Eternyx as a form of rebellion against her mother and is doing everything to distance herself from Night Swan.

Exibit C) Map Colour Palates

Flowers, Don't Start Now,and Treasure all have backgrounds, which have pale gold and light pink tones to them.

Not only that, but in the later two, they both have sections within the routine where that background shifts to a stronger gold and deep purple, the colour of Jack Rose's glove.

Exibit D) Purple Glove Theory

Before I get into this section, for clarification, when I say signature glove, I'm referring to the glove that all coaches wear that the player matches the controller to.

So, as previously stated, Jack has two gloves. Typically, his gold glove is his signature glove, but in Treasure, the illusion is flipped, using the purple glove as his signature, specifically in this idealic dream under Night Swan's control.

Now, what's fascinating about this Sweet Dreams, Night Swan's glove is pink. However, the trailer for the upcoming Y2K event has an emote where she her glove has now changed to purple, so why would they change it for the emote?

I think this represents a familial bond between the three and by showing the real Jack himself, wearing it in a world associated with Dahlia's colours. Night Swan might be tempting him with the prospect of being a complete family again, as well as his "narcissism."

Exhibit D) Ice Cream

So this is just an interesting detail I picked up on. If anyone has a better explanation, please let me know.

So, the JD Twitter account posted a thread about what the 2023 coaches' favourite foods are. While most of the answers were jokes and references. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what Jack's favourite food being vanilla ice cream is a reference to.

For the JD 2024 Edition celebration event, one of the rewards was an avatar for Dahlia with the quote, "Art is more comforting than ice cream. It helps me break free!" There's nothing in either of her maps or Jack's maps that reference ice cream, so it seems a bit weird and out of left field. Unless this is a comfort food between the two that reminds them of the other.

So what happened between these two siblings and what had to Dahlia after she left?

Well that is a theory and a post for another day as this one is pretty long as is. But I do have some ideas and let's just say their interesting to say the least.