#I hope you notice the matching golden bracelets

[rosdevw2]

finally decided to fully draw my new design of the boys!! while Im happy of how they turn up I'm still a bit self conscious ŏwŏ

[himasgod]

King Deshret x Reader VI

Where you realize that you have returned to where it all began, and you make sure to attack the problem at its root.

(KING DESHRET IS BACK. Many of you will be wondering, hey, where is part V? Well, the answer is simple. I'm not uploading it in chronological order hehe, and that has been noticeable throughout the fanfic. I want you to first read this part without knowing the previous part, to make a little chronological disorder, which is what I like. Then, when I publish part V, you'll know where all this comes from heheje)

XVII.

You opened your eyes with a start, the echo of a stabbing pain still resonating in your chest. Your last memory was of Deshret’s cold betrayal, when his hand—the same one that once tenderly caressed your face—sacrificed you to satisfy Nabu Malikata’s whim. You had felt the warmth of life leave you, the weight of sacrifice crushing your soul, and darkness claiming you… but now, the desert air filled your lungs again.

Your gaze swept the place in disbelief. The palace was familiar to you, the golden walls and majestic columns unmistakable. The audience chamber was decorated for a solemn occasion, and in front of you was the marriage contract you had signed years ago.

Time had gone backwards. You had returned to the day your fate would be sealed, the one in which you gave your heart without suspecting the betrayal to come. But now, a spark of determination ignited within you. This time, you would change your destiny. You would not be a victim or a sacrifice. You would protect not only your life, but also your love, and you would make sure that your husband would never forget what you meant to him.

You took the pen with a firm hand, and to the amazement of the scribes and Deshret himself, you drew a new clause in the contract: an infidelity clause that demanded his complete loyalty to you. If he ever broke that promise, the consequences would be severe.

“Do you doubt me, my queen?” Deshret asked with a smile that hid a glint of curiosity.

“I just want to make sure that our union is protected,” you replied calmly, looking directly into his amber eyes.

The King, intrigued by your attitude, accepted without protest. His hand covered yours as he sealed the contract, and although his gesture was warm, you felt the responsibility to ensure that this time things were different.

XVIII

The next few days were filled with the bustle of wedding preparations, but you had something else in mind. While the servants decorated the palace, you worked on a special gift for Deshret. Under the guidance of Hermanubis, the most loyal of your friends, you commissioned the finest craftsmen to forge a bracelet of pure gold, adorned with elaborate inscriptions that you personally engraved.

These inscriptions were not mere ornaments; they were ancient runes designed to repel Allure, the supernatural power of attraction that some entities could exert over mortals. You knew that if you wanted to protect your love and your marriage, you must prevent any outside interference.

When your wedding day finally arrived, you wore a golden robe adorned with jewels that sparkled like the desert sun. Deshret awaited you at the altar, his imposing bearing matched only by the intensity with which he gazed at you.

“This is my gift to you,” you said, your voice barely concealing the pride and hope you felt. You offered the bracelet with both hands. “Promise me you will never take it off.”

The King took the bracelet and examined it closely. His fingers traced the engraved runes as a warm smile spread across his face. “I promise you, my queen,” he said solemnly before placing it on his wrist.

Your hands met, and in that instant you knew you had taken the first step toward protecting that which you held dear.

XIX

As time went on, your and Deshret’s relationship blossomed. Every anniversary and birthday, you gave him ornaments similar to the bracelet, each decorated with protective runes that reinforced your promise to each other. He accepted them proudly and wore them always, as a symbol of his love for you and the promise he had made to you on your wedding day.

However, your happiness was put to the test when Nabu Malikata arrived at the palace. The Goddess of Flowers was an imposing figure, her hypnotic beauty seeming to fill every corner with an almost tangible power. She attempted to use her Allure to captivate Deshret, certain that no one could resist her power.

But to her amazement, the King remained unmoved. He treated you with the same love and devotion he had always shown, completely ignoring the goddess’s attempts to attract his attention.

Frustrated, Nabu Malikata noticed the bracelet he wore and tried to persuade him to take it off.

“This bracelet represents a promise,” Deshret replied firmly, “and I have no intention of breaking it.”

The goddess, accustomed to always getting what she wanted, frowned. But her frustration only grew with time.

XX

One night, Nabu Malikata took advantage of a celebration to get Deshret drunk, hoping the alcohol would weaken his will. While he was sleeping, she tried to remove the bracelet from his wrist, but she encountered an unexpected obstacle: a blood lock, a spell that could only be deactivated with your blood.

At that moment, the chamber doors swung open, and you entered accompanied by two servants.

“Take him back to our chambers,” you commanded, your voice as calm as it was deadly.

Your eyes met Nabu Malikata’s, and in that instant, a silent exchange took place. Your gaze was filled with knowledge and defiance, a clear message:

"I know exactly who you are and what you intend to do. But I will not allow it."

The Goddess of Flowers stepped back slightly, aware that she had lost this battle.

XXI

That night, as you cared for Deshret, he woke and took your hand with a gesture full of remorse.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his eyes meeting yours with sincerity. “I should never have allowed anything to even try to come between us.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” you told him with a soft smile. “Because I know that this time, you choose me, always.”

From that night on, Nabu Malikata never interfered in your relationship again. Though she remained an ally of the kingdom, she knew that the bond between you and Deshret was unbreakable.

XXII.

Over time, your and Deshret’s love became the foundation of a prosperous kingdom. You ruled together with justice and wisdom, uniting the desert under your leadership.

Years later, as you looked out over the vast sea of ​​sand from the palace terraces, Deshret approached you. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder.

"I had a strange dream today, my queen, one that has been roaming around in my head all these hours. Nabu Malikata stood between our marriage, and I fell into her arms. However, repentant, I made us turned back time… so we could live our lives again."

He grabbed your hand and began to kiss it with his lips, the whole back of your hand

"I would die for you. I would stay months, years, lost in the great deserts looking for your love. I would fight for you. I would kill for you. The massive golden walls of this palace cannot compare to your beauty. You are my greatest treasure, my queen” he whispered.

And in that moment, you knew you had beaten fate. This time, eternity was on your side.

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[josiesullysblog]

His Prize

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~DarkNeteyam, explicit content, CNC?? Characters aged up to, 22

~Proofread?- no

~Summary-Neteyam is in love with [Y/n], although they aren't in a relationship.

~Note-Everything that happens is consensual!!! Wanted to make that clear before you read, hope you enjoy it!!

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Neteyam loved a good challenge. He loved being able to showcase his talent, loved hearing the praises everyone would say, “Wow Neteyam you're so advanced for your age!” or, “I think you might be better than your father!” whatever compliment it was he thrived off it.

Neteyam at a very young age understood that one day he’d become the leader of his clan. His father always said, “A strong leader always has a stronger woman behind him,” he took these words into account. He knew if he ever wanted to be a great leader, better than his father he’d need the perfect mate.

He thanked Ewya that his parents never arranged a mate for him, allowing him the freedom to pick his own. Although his parents did push a certain girl. Kya was cute, she was everything a man would want in a mate, submissive, and always did what was asked of her, but Neteyam didn't want that.

He liked fighting, he wanted to break his mate and watch the fight leave their eyes as he finally claimed them as his, he wanted a prize. He’d, of course, treat them with the respect a woman deserves to have, but he knew no girl here would put up any fight. They’d willingly want to come to him, they’d fall to their knees begging for him. This changed when he met you.

You were like a firecracker. Always had something slick to say, never let anyone step all over you, it was a match made in heaven. Neteyam was going to break you, make you regret meeting him, but at the same time save you. Save you from your boring life and show you the real world.

“What are you looking at?” you gave him a stank look, and he smiled, “You,” you just laughed as you got up, “i’m too bad for you, I wouldn't want to taint Toruk Makto’s golden boy.” you walked off swinging your hips.

Neteyam's smile deepened, you truly believed you were worse than him? This was going to be fun.

You were bored. You had the same schedule every day, nothing new, and you were longing for something. Anything to finally make you feel content. You longed for something, and Neteyam was going to make sure you knew it was him.

“Hey, Teyem,” Kya smiled at the boy. Neteyam’s eyes were on you, he watched as you made bracelets, “hi, Kya,” the girl blushed. Usually, the boy only said hi and then left but today he said her name, “I was wondering if you needed help with anything!”

Neteyam looked at her, “Anything?” her breath hitched, “anything,” it came out as a whisper, “Hm, aren't you a good girl always trying to help everyone,” his eyes examined her. Her breathing had become irregular, and her mouth was slightly open. Neteyam would be a fool not to notice how the girl was obviously sexually attracted to him.

Neteyam’s eyes fell back on you, “what do you know about her?” Kya looked at you, “[Y/n]?” the boy nodded, “she’s lazy, she never does anything always moping around,” Neteyam wanted to cut the girl's tongue off for speaking like that towards you, but he wasn't stupid.

A girl like Kya was always noticeable in a group. She was often the leader in situations and if he were to kill her people would notice. But a girl like Kya was also a whore. He saw the way her eyes lingered on his brother or other hunters.

If Neteyam were to make a dumb decision and get with her, she’d be tainted. Ruined by someone else because Neteyam knew Kya was no virgin. But [Y/n], although she claimed to be worse than Neteyam, was fresh meat.

Nobody dared mess with her, she always had a rebuttal. Nobody wanted her because she was a handful, perfect for Neteyam. “I see,” Neteyam stood up and placed a hand on the girl's back, “Thank you, Kya,” he then walked away.

Kya’s eyes lingered on you, what could you possibly have that she doesn't? She wasn't afraid to admit, she wanted Neteyam for his title. Imagine her the next Tsahik, she understood she’d need to put an act on. But Neteyam was always looking at you. She had to get rid of you, make Neteyam understand it was her he wanted.

You played with the water in front of you. You were at peace Pandora was so big, and you thought it was sad you might never get to see all its wonderful parts. You were so gone, you jumped up when you heard sudden movement behind you.

“Who's there?” your heart raced as your eyes searched for something moving, “didn't mean to scare you,” Neteyam came out with his hands up. You rolled your eyes, “If you're here telling me I need to go back you have wasted your time.”

He laughed, “i’m not here for such things,” you looked at him, “Then what are you doing out here?” you didn't believe him. You convinced yourself that you could read anybody, but you found it difficult with Neteyam. “I could ask you the same question.”

You huffed, “I asked first,” the boy came closer, “have you always had such a mouth?” your eyes widened, “have you always been so intrusive?” the boy shrugged, “Maybe.”

“Well, I won't be answering any of your questions,” you turned away from him, “a girl with a mouth like yours needs to be tamed.” you turned to him before charging toward him, “You have no right to say I need to be tamed. I am not some toy-,” he cut you off by putting a hand on your throat. It was a gentle yet firm grip, “let me go.”

It was times like these when you remembered your place, that men's strength was no match for you, and no matter how strong you thought you were they could still overpower you. “Why should I? I’ve been here for only minutes and you’ve been nothing but rude toward me.”

You fought in his grasp, “You know if you really wanted me to let go, you’d fight harder.” The boy's grip became harder, “I know you have more fight in you, but I think you like this.”

His smile was wicked, “you like being helpless at the disposal of me,” you shook your head, “then fight,” you tired but he held you tight. “What I thought.”

You didn't want him to know, that this secretly turned you on. He was the only person to put you in your place, it was rare for anyone to do that.

He let go of you, letting you fall to the floor, “I bet if I were to open you up right now, you’d be wet.”

You coughed as you tried putting distance between yourself and the boy, “Don't run, you know you love this,” you couldn't lie you loved every part of this. You never expected Neteyam to be like this, he was so good at hiding this side of himself.

Neteyam bent down to your level, trailing a finger down your leg, “you're so beautiful,” your breath hitched, “so needy,” he laughed. “No, i’m not,” he looked at your eyes you still had a fire in them.

Other girls would give up by now, but not you. You were determined to fight till the end. “I love how you fight me,” he gripped your ankle pulling you in, “it makes it more fun for when I break you.”

“You won’t break me,” his grip became tighter as his smile deepened, “wanna bet?” his other hand traveled to between your legs, “your soaking.”

You fought back a moan, “There's no point in fighting now, baby,” he caught your clit causing a moan to slip out, “Give in to me, you never have to worry again.”

You threw your head back, “never,” Neteyam nodded, “I’ve always loved a good challenge,” he plunged a finger inside you, “so tight can't wait to fill you up!”

You started moaning, and you couldn't hold it back, “that's right baby,” he picks up speed as he feels you tighten around his fingers. He was going fast and you felt yourself coming near, “slow down,” if anything your words made him go faster, “After you cum on my fingers, you’ll do it on my dick.”

Your eyes widen, as you felt yourself let go. Your body twitched as he let go of you, “open wide,” he brought his fingers to your mouth. You moved his hand as you tried to catch your breath, but he grabbed your cheeks and pushed his fingers into your mouth. “See, it's not so hard is it?”

You choked on his fingers till he finally let go of you. He stood up, “Get on all fours,” you knew why he wanted you to. You shook your head, “That wasn't a request,” you looked into his eyes, “Please, just,” he laughed, “are you begging?”

You couldn't believe it yourself, “I just need time,” you said as you tried to stand up but he pushed you to the ground, “Play with your nipples.”

“What?” you looked at him crazy, “You heard me. If you want time you’ll listen,” it was such a humiliating thing to ask. Yet you still did it, “look into my eyes,” you looked at his eyes, “Look at you, such a slut for me,” you rolled your nipples as he degraded you, “I shouldn't be so nice to you,” he said causing a shiver to roll down your back.

“Please,” you said as he put his foot between your legs, “grind,” it just kept piling up. You did what he asked, “No one will ever see you like this,” you nodded as you felt yourself near, “I’ll give you a week, every night I expect you to edge yourself.” he got down to your level.

“If I find out someone else has touched you, or you’ve come without permission I will fuck you for everyone to see,” you nodded as he stood up and walked away, “be a good girl.”

You laid back thinking about what just happened. That boy was going to be the death of you.

Kya watched as you helped the elders put boxes away, “is that all?” you smiled at them, “Yes, thank you, dear!” you walked out deciding to head somewhere else.

Your mind kept going back to Neteyam. The way he handled you was such a turn-on, you smiled thinking back to it. You did as he asked, besides the no cumming part. What he doesn't know won’t hurt him, you thought as you walked.

As you were walking, a hand pulled you causing a gasp to leave your throat. “What the fuck,” you said yanking the hand away, “if you wanted my attention should've said my name like a normal person,” you looked up at your captor to see Kya.

Kya has an imaginary battle going on with you. Ever since you two were children she always tries to be better than you. She never wins although you don't care enough, you do think it's funny seeing her get all railed up.

“Kya what's your problem this time?” you rub the spot on your arm she yanked you by, it was definitely going to bruise. “Why are you spending time with Neteyam?” you couldn't help but smile. This was over Neteyam?

“Why do you care?” the girl’s nose flared as she spoke, “Please [Y/n], everyone knows me and him are expected to mate,” you shrugged, “I don't keep up with the local gossip.”

“Enough with your remarks! I’m telling you right now stay away from him,” you looked her up and down, “or what? You're going to kill me?” now you probably knew getting her all worked up wasn't the smartest thing but you were bored.

She gasps, “No, I won't kill you, but I’ll do something that makes you wish I did.” you laughed, “Can't wait!” you were starting to get under her skin, “you must be drugged him,” she said, “why would he want a girl like you?”

You didn't know the answer to that, why did he want you? “He obviously doesn't want you, Kya. Grow up fighting me won't make him want you,” she narrowed her eyes at you, “and he so obviously wants you?”

You looked at her funny, “Answer your own question dumbass,” she was becoming increasingly annoying, “I don't know what you did to him, but I promise you I always get what I want.” you turned around flipping her off, “whatever makes you sleep at night.”

The most annoying thing about you was, you didn't care. Kya’s threats were meaningless to you, she knew that. No matter what anyone said, it was like they went in one ear and out the other. She’d never voice this out loud but she was jealous of you.

You didn't need anyone's approval to be happy. Her whole life she’s been fighting for that number-one spot and you don't even try, yet you still got it.

Her parents push her every day to be this amazing girl, who gets all the guys and has all these friends. Your parents love you no matter what. She understood you both had different personalities, your personality was more carefree. You didn't listen most of the time, but Neteyam still wanted you. He doesn't even look her way.

You don't have all the friends she does, you seem happier alone though. You spend your time with the elders, always listening to their stories. She hated you so much she wished she was you.

“Teyem!” she giggled as she watched the boy. He seemed lost in thought but his eyes still looked at her, “Kya,” she smiled, “what are you up to?” he sighed, “Nothing,” Neteyam rarely had a moment to himself. He wanted to kill the girl for interrupting him.

He was imagining what faces you’d make as he fucks you hard. “We should hang out together!” that was the last thing he wanted, “why?” her face flushed, “to get to know each other better, last time we spoke you were asking about that girl-,” he smiled, “what girl?”

Kya smiled, “[Y/n],” She couldn't contain her happiness, maybe she was wrong, and he didn't like you. He sighed, “she's pretty cool,” Neteyam said, “pretty lazy,” Neteyam's head looked at her, “what else is she like,” he smiled at the girl.

“[Y/n] only does things when she feels like it,” Neteyam nodded, “I was just talking with her about how she doesn't deserve a boy like you,” Neteyam’s smile fell, “What?” Kya laughed, “She's so boring, I was only humbling her.”

Neteyam gripped her arm, “what did you tell her?” his gaze became hard. “Huh?” he hit her on the head with his other hand. He dragged her onto a tree. “You better hope she doesn't take your advice.”

The girl cried as Neteyam’s hand grabbed her neck, “Aw why so sad?” he smiled, “Did you touch her?” she shook her head, “No, Neteyam I didn't!”

“So, if I see her, she won't have a mark on her,” her mind goes back to when you were rubbing your arm, “Neteyam I didn't mean to! I was just trying to get her attention!”

Neteyam faked sympathy, “I bet, it was a simple accident,” the girl nodded but Neteyam’s grip got stronger, “let me tell you something,” he looked her up and down, “ever come near my mate again, I’ll rip you limp to limp,” he smiled before letting go.

“I’ll tell everyone! That you did this to me!” she cried from the floor, “did what? They all know you're a whore, these marks on you? They got there because you got too carried away after a fun night, and who are they going to believe? The whore or Toruk Makto’s son?” he smiled before walking away.

“They told me if I keep working hard, I’ll be ready before my birthday!” you smiled at your mother, “My little girl is growing up!” she wiped fake tears from her eyes.

You laughed till you both heard footsteps, “Good afternoon Mrs. [L/n]!” Neteyam said as he flashed a smile, “Neteyam! What a surprise!” you rolled your eyes, thankfully your mother doesn't see. “I was wondering if I could borrow your daughter for a little bit?”

Your mother nodded, “That's alright with me!” you stood up, “See you later mom,” You kissed her and walked ahead of the boy. “Such a good boy in front of others,” you said when the boy caught up to you, “always, my in-laws need to know their daughter is in safe hands.”

You looked at him, “In-laws? So soon?” he laughed, “Oh, you’ll learn with me I like to move quickly,” he nodded, “What if I said no?” he shrugged, “You won’t.”

“How do you know,” he smiled, “because i’m the best thing to happen to you.” you hated how right he was, “You always have to be right,” he nodded, “love a quick learner.”

Once you two were a far enough distance his persona changed, “last time we spoke I gave you two rules to follow,” you nodded, “yet you have a bruise on your arm,” he said which made you smile, “this wasn't from a guy, Kya just grabbed me to hard.”

“I said if I found out somebody else touches you I’d be upset, did I not?” you nodded, “no guy touched me!” he smiled, “somebody could be a girl as well, [Y/n],” you pulled your arm back, “it wasn't like that.”

He was this mad about Kya wait till he finds out you came this week.

“You still broke my rule, so now we're going to play a different game,” he gripped you, “it's called tag,” he smiled, “I’ll give you twenty seconds to run, and if I catch you I can do whatever I want you.”

You smiled, “And if you don't?” he sighed, “I’ll leave you alone forever.” you thought about it. “Deal.”

He smiled, “Better get to running, pretty face.” With that, you immediately booked it.

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HEYYYYY!!! Hope you enjoy this story! So much fun writing about Neteyam in a darker light, hopefully, you all appreciate it!

[ridhearts]

glittering like diamonds {misc.}

sometimes, the smallest acts of intimacy can get your heart racing (OR; they find your missing jewelry for you)

!! information !!

characters: riddle + jamil + rook + ruggie

reader: gn (”you” pronouns)

CW: none!

• • • • • • • Riddle Rosehearts

Dusk had fallen on the gardens of Heartslabyul, the only light coming from golden glows in lanterns with twisted poles and windows in frames of warped proportions. Riddle watched as the last of the hedgehogs scurried around and burned off their energy, darting through the single square of light sporadically like pink and blue missiles. The others were already tucked away in their cubbies, snoozing comfortably and ignorant to the ruckus of their rowdy friends. Watching the hedgehogs always calmed his nerves. Their cute faces, the sweet little noises they made, the ability to count and double count them to ensure those on hedgehog duty did their jobs correctly…it was all methodic and peaceful. A perfect way to end the day.

From inside the dorm, somebody must have moved from the window, allowing another stream of light to fall over the grass. Something glimmered and caught Riddle’s eye, the contrast between the mysterious object and the matte wire fencing surrounding the hedgehog pen quite noticeable in the light. Picking it up, he saw that a bracelet had been resting across the top of the wire fencing. Short three-link sections of gold chain connected many bright red rose beads about as large as the tip of his thumb. Upon further inspection, Riddle noticed that the claw end of the clasp was stuck. It took more than a few tries for him to finally push the latch and shut the clasp entirely. That must have been how it fell off.

Even if the hedgehog pens were a completely inappropriate place for jewelry, the fact that it matched the rose gardens did soothe his ire a small amount. Sighing, he stood and decided now was as good a time as any to head inside. The bracelet probably belonged to one of the members of his dorm. If he remembered correctly, you were also still in Heartslabyul, having been granted special permission to stay a while later than most guests in order to tutor your friends for an upcoming test. Perhaps, with your connections throughout the school, you would know the owner of the bracelet.

Just as Riddle walked through the main doors, he saw you walking down the stairs with your bag over your shoulder. Your hair was a bit messy and you were straightening out your uniform, which was a bit rumpled from a long day of studying (and undoubtedly other chaos that you managed to fall into). Riddle closed his hand around the bracelet, hoping to refrain from fussing with your uniform. As cute as you looked, it was unbecoming of you to walk all the way to Ramshackle looking so unkempt. 

“Heading home, Prefect?” He asked. You looked up from your blazer and your eyes cleared, as if you had been in a haze.

“Yeah, we finally decided to call it a night,” You answered. Although he was unsure if he was deceiving himself, Riddle swore you descended the stairs a little bit faster as you walked towards him.

“Shall I expect stellar grades on this next alchemy exam?”

You grimaced. “You should expect Ace and Deuce to insist they tried their best.”

Riddle smiled at that. If only you could impart some of your pleasantness upon your friends. Still, you were clearly doing what you could. No matter what their grades came to be, the fault would only lie with them. 

Noticing you were about to walk past him and leave, Riddle lifted a hand to stop you. “Ah, actually, before you go, do you happen to know to whom this belongs?”

The bracelet caught in the light as he held it up, appearing for a moment more yellow than rose gold. Instantly, your face lit up in recognition, and you held out your hand.

“Oh, that’s mine! I was wondering where it was,” you answered, shifting on your feet and smiling at him.

Riddle wasn’t sure what hit him. All he knew was that he was incredibly nervous when you were around, and his ability to remain calm in your vicinity the past few days was owed to his ability to rule on autopilot and sheer luck. That luck was running out, it seemed, because Riddle took a long look at your outstretched hand as if he didn’t know what to do with it. Then, carefully, he took the bracelet and looped it around your wrist.

His slim, gloved fingers brushed over the sensitive inside of your wrist as he slipped the clasp into one of the open links. You were suddenly thankful he wasn’t pressing down, certain that he’d be able to feel your heart racing through your pulse point. He must have forgotten about the broken clasp as he fiddled with it, eyebrows furrowing slightly. Sighing, he used one hand to keep the clasp in place and the other to grab your hand, gently pulling you closer so he could have a better angle. After a few more attempts, Riddle finally managed to shut the clasp with a faint click! Satisfied with his work, his expression softened and he grabbed your hand again, turning it over and admiring the bracelet.

“I’m sure Sam has clasps available at the Mystery Shop. You should be able to fix it with those and a pair of pliers,” he offered, looking up at you with a smile. All you could do was gape, watching him with wide eyes and a flushed face. “Is something wrong…?”

Your words got lost somewhere on the path from your brain to your mouth, so you let your gaze flicker down once. Riddle followed your instructions, looking down and realizing he was still holding your hand in his. Instantly, his face turned red enough to match his hair as his eyes darted from your joined hands to your face and back again. After a few moments, Riddle let go of your hand like it burned him, barely keeping himself from stammering.

“F-forgive me…” He started, taking one step back and then another. “Um. Make sure you get that fixed! In the hands of the wrong animal, it could spell serious trouble!”

Without offering you much of a chance to respond, Riddle hurried up the stairs beside you, mumbling something beneath his breath. However, halfway up the staircase he paused, turned, and looked at you still frozen in place. His face faded to a bright pink, even after he cleared his throat.

“And, of course…have a nice night, Prefect.”

• • • • • • • Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie had an eye for valuable things. He knew to keep his eyes sharp for the glint of any lost or discarded objects that might prove to be of worth, even in the most unexpected places. People threw away lots of things when they could afford to follow trends, and they lost even more when they could afford to be careless. With the many rich boys he went to class with, he wasn’t surprised to see a shimmer kicked to the side of the hallways.

Scurrying in before some other vulture could stake a claim to his prize, Ruggie quickly bent down and swiped the thing that caught his eye. A few moments later, he grimaced. It clearly was some kind of cheaper metal and fake gems. Figures. Shrugging, he pocketed it and decided to run down a list of potential clients anyway. Surely there were a few suckers who didn’t know their fine jewelry from costume jewelry and would take the bait if he sold it hard enough…and went a little lower in price than what he was expecting.

After filtering back into the flow of students walking to their first class, Ruggie brushed at a faint tug on his uniform sleeve. Looking to the side, he grinned when he realized it was only you. Well, only wasn’t the right term - though he wouldn’t admit it, Ruggie considered himself quite fortunate to be on the receiving end of your highly-coveted attention.

“Morning,” You yawned. Drowsiness settled in on your features, and Ruggie felt his ears twitch in agitation.

“Woah, did Grim keep you up muttering about tuna again?” He asked. Even though your movements were just a bit slower than usual, your whole body tensed immediately at his words. Did you think you could hide from him? The thought would’ve been cute, if he wasn’t a little worried.

“No, nothing like that,” You admitted. “I lost something yesterday and I was out late looking for it. Then I was behind on my assignments…and that kept me up.” As if to accentuate your point, you yawned again. 

“What did you lose? Maybe I could keep an eye out for it.”

“Would you?” 

“Of course!” He protested, his offense only half a joke. It should be clear by now that he’d take care of you like he did himself…

Having reached the door to your morning class, you stopped. Ruggie did the same, ignoring how the people around him huffed and shot you both dirty looks for blocking the middle of the hallway. “So, it’s just a cheap little gold thing with brown gems in it. I wore it yesterday and noticed it missing after dinner, but it could’ve been gone for longer.”

Ruggie’s tail, which had been swishing happily behind him, suddenly stilled. You paid no attention to that and reached out to squeeze his arm before turning away. “It’s not a big deal if you can’t find it, but I appreciate the extra eyes.”

Before he could decide what to do, you slipped into your classroom.

The rest of the day, Ruggie spent his class time toying with the necklace that now seemed to be burning a hole in his pocket. It was just as you had described: inexpensive metal, the charm a bar lined with brown rhinestones. He wondered if you purchased the necklace because it reminded you of his dorm - that was the first thing that popped into his mind when he saw it. Or maybe you were just a fan of more earthy tones, or whatever Vil called them.

Part of him still wondered if he should try to sell it. Singling out a gullible guy looking for a quick gift for a sister or mother wouldn’t be too hard. You even said yourself that you wouldn’t mind if you couldn’t find it. Clearly, the necklace wasn’t anything too sentimental that you couldn’t bear to part with it. Surely you’d appreciate it if he found himself with a little extra pocket cash to take you on a date or something, right? But then again, you did spend a solid portion of your night trying to find it…

With a huff, Ruggie clutched his hand around the chain. He already knew his plans for profit were out the window when you mentioned what you were looking for. Even if it wasn’t something he was ready to admit, he was long beyond the point where he couldn’t imagine betraying you, even for an extra stash of cash.

As soon as his classes were over, Ruggie began the process of sniffing you out. He didn’t have to search for long - you were sitting on a bench in the courtyard, leaning one elbow on the armrest and supporting your drowsy head with it. Keeping his footfalls light, Ruggie snuck up behind you and didn’t make a noise until he was holding the necklace in front of your face.

You startled, but lifted your head so he could fasten the necklace around your neck anyway. The cool metal pressed against your neck, and before you could reach your hands up to help, Ruggie wordlessly brushed your hair away from the back of your neck. As he clasped the ends together, his fingers barely brushed against the back of your neck. Every little hair stood on end, and your whole body shivered. Part of you wondered if he was purposely teasing you, but it seemed unlikely, as he didn’t mention it.

Moving your hair back behind your shoulders, Ruggie finally said, “I found your necklace.”

“Thanks, Ruggie,” You answered, leaning your head back so you could see him. Maybe your upside-down perspective was making you see things, but you swore you could see his ears droop slightly as he got flustered. “I knew I could count on you.”

At that, Ruggie quickly averted his gaze. Oh, he was definitely flustered. “And I know I can count on you to compensate me for my services, yeah?”

…but he was still endearingly difficult, it seemed.

• • • • • • • Jamil Viper

For about the fiftieth time, Jamil wondered if he should say something.

You weren’t as slick as you thought you were. The entire time walking to the Mystery Shop, you kept reaching up and tugging at your earlobe, rubbing it and pressing against something like you were trying to alleviate some kind of pain. Perhaps others didn’t notice - not everyone in school was the observant type - but he was, and notice he did. It didn’t help that hanging from your ears was a shiny pair of earrings that caught the light every time you pushed them around.

It was a strange change that you decided to make, though Jamil had no doubt it was due to Vil’s newfound presence in your life after VDC. There had been many hours dedicated to the importance of appearance and accessorizing during their training camp, and you had the strange tendency to be everybody’s favorite pet project after they got to know you. The earrings had to be his idea, though it didn’t appear as if he actually supplied you with any to wear. Jamil found upon his first close inspection, earlier in the day, that the earrings were in fact clip-ons and barely more than costume jewelry that Vil wouldn’t be caught dead owning. Considering the open secret that was your financial situation, that made sense. 

That didn’t mean that they weren’t eye-catching, however. The deep red stones, set loosely in a gold, drop-shaped frame, looked nice on you. Jamil couldn’t explain it, but he felt as if you deserved to be ornamented beautifully, if that’s what you wanted. Or maybe he just liked having an excuse to be caught looking.

He caught you raising your hand again and, before he could stop himself, reached out to block your hand from fiddling with the jewelry. When you glanced at him to ask what was wrong, he met your eyes with a scathing look that was practically a lecture in itself. “You don’t have to wear anything uncomfortable. Beauty isn’t really pain, no matter how convincing Vil may be.”

You laughed, letting him know he correctly guessed the heart of the situation. “I already bought them, though, so I should at least get my money’s worth.”

“Sunk cost fallacy,” Jamil responded in a deadpan manner. You matched his tone with your own flat expression, which he quickly relented to. “Alright, give them here. I might have a solution.”

Even though you looked at him dubiously, you reached up and removed the earrings, handing them off without question. Jamil looked at them carefully before nodding and patting his pockets. When he pulled out a small bag with tiny, pre-cut foam pads, you widened your eyes in a silent demand for answers.

“Some of Kalim’s earrings are clip-ons,” Jamil explained without looking up. Instead, he placed a foam pad on each side of the earring, so both sides of your ear would be cushioned. “He’s very sensitive to the pinching feel, so I keep these on me when he wears them.”

“Oh,” you muttered. “You really are prepared for anything.”

He shrugged. “There’s another trick that might help, too.”

Suddenly, Jamil took one step so that he was directly beside you. He brushed your hair behind your ear, his touch light enough on the sensitive skin that you had to fight back a shiver. It was hard to ignore that he was close enough that you could barely feel the ghost of his breath on your neck. For a moment, you worried about how your profile might look, but any fleeting thoughts of insecurity washed away when Jamil gently tugged on your earlobe and clipped the earring on. A few seconds later, he let go and waited for you to tell him if it felt uncomfortable. When you stayed silent, he moved to the other side and did the same thing, carefully pulling on your ear and slowly clipping the earring. 

A second later he was in front of you, grabbing your chin and tilting your head from side to side, checking to see if his work was even and admiring the shine of the earrings in the sunlight. “There. Now they shouldn’t…”

Jamil trailed off, suddenly remembering himself. As he stepped back, further than he was before you even started talking, you thought that he left with enough grace it was almost as if he teleported away from you. You pressed your hand to your face, feeling the warmth and hoping your embarrassment didn’t show. Jamil coughed awkwardly into his shoulder.

“Excuse me. I’m just used to checking Kalim, to ensure he maintains a neat appearance.”

You didn’t call him on his bluff, but you could guess he didn’t hold Kalim’s face - or look at him, for that matter - so tenderly.

• • • • • • • Rook Hunt

The unusual object on the desk in front of his seat caught Rook's attention as soon as he walked into the room. As he tugged on his lab coat, he made a beeline for the small ring pushed to the edge of the desk. It was a dainty, intricate thing, a band of black tangling thorns dotted with small blue and red gemstones like winter berries all throughout. It would be hard for the owner of such a distinctive ring to remain anonymous, even if they weren't someone Rook purposely sought out more than others.

But he knew the hands this ring belonged to. They were lovely hands that he spent a long time admiring. They were hands that fought valiantly to protect the school and care for those burdened by blot. They were hands he wished to hold and kiss and press to his chest in demonstration of his ferociously beating heart! 

What luck that, in a school full of potential thieves and ne'er-do-wells, it was he who found your precious ring! Rook tucked it safely in his pocket with a silent vow to return your belongings as soon as class was finished for the day.

By the time Rook had a moment to spare to search for you, the sky was cast in a golden-orange glow, not quite sunset but beautiful all the same. It was difficult to say where you might be - after all, he was normally back at his dorms helping Vil at this time, rather than with you - but he remembered all of the stories you told him. If you were following any kind of pattern, you should be joining your friends after their club meetings, walking them to the hall of mirrors or perhaps even your dorm. With that in mind, Rook started towards the practice field, hoping to intercept you along the way.

He found you in the shade of the tunneled entrance to the field, chatting with Ace with your back turned. Ace was slumped against the wall, sitting with his legs straight out and guzzling water from a bottle. Rook allowed his footsteps to echo in against the stone passage, drawing your attention over your shoulder. His eyes met yours, and his heart skipped a beat when you smiled at him. He returned the gesture in kind.

"Hey Rook! What brings you here?" You asked. At your feet, Ace merely looked at him with a combination of suspicion and anticipation, the usual response Rook received.

"Why, you do!" Rook responded. "Although I must admit, this time I do not arrive to fill my time idly with you. I come bearing a gift of sorts."

With a flourish, Rook reached into his pocket and showed you the ring he found, twisting it so even in the dim light beneath the stone you could still catch the light reflecting off the gems. You gasped, one hand reaching up to cover your delighted smile. It brought a proud smile to Rook's face. Ace swore he could see Rook puff out his chest, just a bit, in pride.

"You found it!" You exclaimed. "I've been wondering what happened to it. I thought I lost it forever.”

“Worry not, dear trickster!” Rook proclaimed, placing a hand to his chest in a dramatic pose. Then, he grabbed your hand still hanging by your side and brought it up, bending at the waist as if he were about to kiss the back of it. “Just as the sun returns to warm the earth each day, just as the stars return to support the splendor of the moon, as sure as the flowers will bloom in the spring, I will ensure that all which belongs to you will return to its rightful place by your side.”

With a small, secretive smile, Rook loosened his grip on your hand and brought the ring to your fingers. Slowly, slowly enough that you knew he was trying to elicit a response, he placed the ring on the finger you normally wore it on. The metal had been warmed by his hand, and he stopped pushing just before it got too tight on your hand. All the while, his striking green eyes kept you in a steady gaze, creating an air of intimacy around the two of you. Briefly, the image of a proposal flashed in your mind, and you felt the heat rush to your cheeks.

Deuce, who must have finished with his practice and joined Ace behind you, suddenly sputtered. “Woah! Is- What-? Are they-?!”

Rook grinned mischievously before running his thumb over your knuckles. “I hope this is enough, so you can understand my intentions, mon coeur.”  

[gothic-thoughts]

Date Night

(IM IN DISTRESS)

Nanami Kento x Black Fem Reader Fluff

DatingAU, DomesticAU

CW: disrespectful waiter, jealous Nanami, Nanami spoiling you(😫)

Word Count: 1043

The elevator doors open, anticlimactically releasing a few people before revealing my beautiful date. She was slightly taller now, courtesy of the blue heels that matched her knee-length dress. My lips parted slightly, knees weakening as she looked up from her watch, displaying the purple lipstick that compliments her bracelet. She grins brightly and strolls out, readjusting the purse strap on her shoulder.

"(Y/n)...you...."

"Take a picture, Kento." (Y/n) giggles, "It'll last longer."

"I was considering it," I chuckle, "I was just wondering how you manage to look so beautiful on every date we've been on."

"Black girl magic."

"Well, tonight, I have some magic of my own."

I take out a small box and open it, displaying the golden necklace I bought; my way of making our relationship more official despite it only being our 2nd date. She gasps, mouth remaining open as she gently takes the box and pulls out the chain, finding an elliptical pendant with "Darling" engraved in tiny diamonds.

"Kento, oh my god." She all but whispers, "Already? I mean, you don't think--"

"It's too soon?" I finish, gently taking the necklace to put it on her, "No, I don't."

"I mean, I'm not denying but more gifts? I feel bad, you already gave me flowers on our last date and we're at another fancy restaurant."

"Who said pretty women stop getting pretty things?" I wink, holding out my arm for her, "Shall we?"

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After ordering, the waiter gently sets (Y/n)'s food down with a wink in her direction before setting mine down more roughly. I raise my eyebrow at him as he walks away but ultimately refocus on the beautiful woman before me, copper skin glowing in the warm light of the place when he returns with a bottle of wine. 

"More wine, beautiful?"

(Y/n) chuckles, caught off guard, "Uh, yes, thank you."

He looked her in her eyes as he slowly poured the crimson liquid into the stemmed glass, a flirtatious smirk was very much present on his lips before fading to a grimace when he reluctantly filled my glass. I'm noticing a pattern. Am I inconveniencing him? I shake my head from my thoughts again and sip my wine, watching (Y/n) as she blissfully took another bite.

I smile softly, “Seems like you're enjoying yourself."

"It's so good." She groans, throwing her head back slightly, “I heard the food was delicious here, but I never had it."

"I know, my love. I have pages and pages of texts with you gushing about it." I chuckle, "That's why I scheduled a reservation."

"But I never thought you would, much less for a 2nd date." She looks at me with awe, lowering her fork, "Thank you so much; you didn't have to do this.”

“No need to thank me, love. All you have to do is ask."

"But I didn't even ask, Ken."

"Then I guess you don't have to ask." I wink, "Maybe I would've spoiled you like this anyway."

"On our 2nd date?"

"This could be our 10th date and that wouldn't stop me from treating you like the royalty you are."

The upper portion of her cheeks pools with dark red as she plays with her necklace. She's just so....god I hope I don't get a call. After talking and laughing with her for about half an hour, our bold server returned and placed a platter of slices of various cakes in between our empty plates. Oh great. Maybe I'm just being a bit jealous. How could I already be acting like this when we met only a month ago? Maybe cuz I know I could be called away for a damn curse at any minute.

"Uh..." (Y/n) pointed to the cakes, "We didn't order this."

He winks at her yet again, "It's on the house, ma'am." 

"Oh..." She looks at me worriedly, "Are you s--?"

"No, it's fine, gorgeous. Thank you, my date and I appreciate it. We'll take the check now though."

"Sure."

And another eye-roll. I mean, it's only natural for him to stare; she's the most stunning person in here. But I don't like him flirting with her like I'm not sitting right here. I think his nickname even made her uncomfortable. I look up at her to read her face only to see her take a bite of strawberry-topped cake with a satisfied moan. I smile when noticing the frosting at the corners of her mouth, but it fades when the waiter takes out a napkin.

As he reaches for her face, I stand abruptly and delicately wipe away the frosting at the edge of her mouth and I wink at her just to see those chubby cheeks flush for me. I glare at the waiter as I set the money on the check before firmly taking my date's hand and quickly guiding her out the restaurant. In the parking lot, she tugged on my arm forcing me to stop walking and look at her.

"Ken, I'm alright."

"I'm sorry, he was going to touch you and I just...You noticed, right?"

"Yeah, at first I thought he was being sweet but then he was doing a little too much. Especially with all the winks and stuff."

"He couldn't take his eyes off you for more than a second the whole time."

"Ken--"

"And believe me, I know I've done the same but it's different. Of course, I would spend as much time as possible focusing on my date."

She steps closer, "Nanami...."

"But when I do it, I look with awe at how charming you are. The worst part about it was he was so obvious. It was like he trying to pretend I wasn't there."

(Y/n) grabs my tie, and my eyes widen as her lips softly link with mine. She makes me moan in surprise when she tugs downward, pulling me closer to her shorter stature to deepen the kiss. My hands rest on her waist before I slide up the left one up her back to hold the back of her neck before she pulled away with a smile.

"I...I'm...rambling."

"I know, that's why I shut you up."

"I'm sorry, jealousy's not something that usually consumes me like that."

"You wanna...." She walks her fingers up my chest, "Go somewhere reserved?"

I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, "I think some alone time could clear my head."

"You think it's quieter at my place or yours?"

"Mine."

[searchingsomewhere]

All Too Well: Cursed Narrative, 11

{"Fall into my arms like you trust me. I'll keep my bloodstained hands off your body."}

Sorry for the longer chapter here. Next one will be a bit spicy.

Cursed Narrative Masterlist

Part 1

Strong hands gripped her arms, shoving her to the floor. Miho struggled against them, thrashing her arms and legs. It was dark. Cold. Where was she? Panic startled her, spreading through her like vines that pierced her skin and grew through her veins.

Her eyes shot open. She lurched forward, jumping from the bed. Soft hands were on her, caressing her face, her shoulders.

"Breathe, Miho, breathe," Suguru hushed her gently, holding her shoulders so she couldn't stand, "Do you know where you are?"

Miho gasped for air, fighting back the tears in her eyes. She nodded in time with him. His golden gaze was comforting. Warm. Relaxed. Worried. She held his stare until her breathing evened out. Finally she dropped her head into her hands.

"I don't- Where are we? Where is Megumi? And Tsumiki? I have to-" she began, throwing back the blankets covering her legs.

"Satoru is looking for them. You're at my apartment," Suguru said.

This must have been his bedroom. The large bed was centered across from the door, plush and fluffy with a soft comforter. There was a bathroom attached to the room. He was dressed for bed, she noticed, in a t-shirt and sweatpants. His long, inky dark hair framed his face and spilled down his back. Miho looked down at her own clothing. The white shirt Satoru had lent her was ruined, stained with blood and ripped. Her shorts were in tact, thankfully.

"I'm sorry to bother you," Miho said quietly.

"I'm glad you did. I'd rather you bother me and be alive than bleed out on the floor," Suguru chuckled. He stood, offering her a t-shirt. "Do you want to change?"

Miho averted her gaze, nodding quickly. "...Yes. thank you."

She tried to stand- her legs were wobbly, shaking uncontrollably. Suguru watched her a moment, hands out and ready in case she fell. After a few minutes she shook her head, frustration making her grit her teeth.

"I can't..." she started weakly.

"It's alright. I got you," Suguru said. He paused before looking to her. "Is it alright if I remove your shirt?"

"Y-Yes."

She wasn't wearing a bra. Miho tried not to think of that as he carefully tugged her shirt over her head, gently guiding her arms through the fabric. As hazy as her mind was, the fact that she was topless in front of him cut through the mugginess. Cool air hit her chest and she instinctively crossed her arms, modestly hiding her breasts. ...Not like he hasn't seen them before, she thought. Then again, that was years ago and under wildly different circumstances.

She inspected her stomach, pulling at the skin that had, just hours ago, been torn apart. Nothing. Not even a scar. A dull ache still spiraled through her body.

Suguru spared no time to even glance at her nakedness. He pulled the black shirt over her head. It fell to her thighs.

"What did he do to me?" she whimpered, leaning heavily against him.

"He blocked your Cursed Energy. I'm hoping that some rest will help."

He helped her into the bed, gently pulling the comforter up over her. The mattress sunk down as Suguru sat down next to her. They sat in uncomfortable silence. Her eyes, dark green in the lamplight, wandered his form.

He really had grown. From a scrawny seventeen year old into a well-built adult man. This man seemed...better. Healthier than the last time she got a good look at him. No longer gaunt from endless sleepless nights. Haggard from stress. His hazel gaze caught hers and they both looked away. The glint off his bracelet caught her attention.

"...You still wear it," Miho said.

He turned his wrist, watching the glassy beads twinkle.

"I never took it off."

Her lips pursed. Miho looked at the matching bracelet on her own arm. She needed to let it be. Just move on like it never happened. But in the haze of the last few hours, she lost the part of her that wanted to forget.

"The other night," she began, clearing her throat, "The other night, you kissed me. And Satoru."

Suguru was watching her hands.

"I did."

"Why?"

He tilted his head, thinking. "I suppose I just wanted to."

"You just wanted to," she echoed softly.

Silence. A lock of hair fell in her face. He reached over to tuck it behind her ear. Hazel eyes softened as his fingers traced her face. For a moment, he looked at her the same way he used to. Miho's eyes widened slightly.

"Do you still..."

He withdrew his hand. Whether by some magnetic force or simply chance, it carefully laid on top of hers. Miho couldn't make herself pull away.

"Yeah. I do."

-----

Just as he suspected, it was Megumi's Cursed Energy that gave away his location. More specifically, it was the White Demon Dog that caught his attention as he was running through the streets.

"Hey buddy," Satoru muttered, ruffling the giant dog's fur. "Nanami! We got something!"

The blonde Sorcerer turned the corner. His dark green glasses reflected the streetlight.

"Good. Let's continue."

The apartment the Demon Dog brought them to was abandoned. Or was supposed to be. Boarded windows and peeling paint, the whole nine yards. Megumi's Demon Dog lowered it's head, growling.

"Are they together or separated?" Satoru asked it.

The dog snorted, shaking it's head.

"Find Tsumiki," Satoru said to Nanami, "I'm going after Megumi."

He didn't bother hiding his Cursed Energy as he entered the building. Satoru wanted them to know exactly who was coming. His eyes glowed neon in the darkness, taking in everything. Megumi was on the second floor. As Nanami began searching the first floor, Satoru disapeared.

Up the stairs. To the left. There was a door blocking his way. Satoru appeared in front of it. Megumi's fear was tangible even on the other side. He kept his hands in his pocket. The door warped, twisting and bending out of the way. The hinges popped apart to the tune of wooden groaning and snapping.

Megumi was huddled in the back of the apartment living room, arms tightly wrapped around the Black Demon Dog. He was still dressed in his pajamas. His dark eyes were wide and he buried his face into the dog's neck. As Satoru stepped in, the man with the knitted cap came into his peripheral. He sensed the electric blade before he saw it. Satoru watched him from the side of his eye. The closer he got, the slower he became.

"You think that blade of yours can tear through Infinity?" Satoru asked lowly.

The blade stopped inches from him. It's image shuttered and shivered, moving faster and slower than humanly possible. The electricity dancing along it's blade was powerful, he noted. On any other Sorcerer, it would have sliced right through. The man with the knitted cap froze. Much like his blade, he was trapped in Satoru's Infinity, unable to move or speak. Wide eyes looked up at him in fear. Satoru ignored him, moving to crouch in front of Megumi.

The ten year old ran into his arms, sobbing. "Gojo! Miho, she- he took his knife and- and-"

Satoru hugged him tightly, cradling the little boy's head to his chest.

"It's okay. I'm here now."

"But Miho-"

"She's alright. I promise," Satoru said. He pulled away enough to look at Megumi. "I need you to listen to me. You and Tsumiki are going to stay with my good friend, Nanami, for a few days while I sort some things out. Okay?"

Megumi shook his head, looking over at the man still frozen in place. "I want to come with you. I'm scared!"

"I know. But just trust me. Be good for Nanami."

Nanami stepped through the door, carry Tsumiki. She was unconscious. A cut above her brow dripped blood from her head onto his blue dress shirt.

"She might have a concussion. Shoko is meeting me at the hospital," Nanami said. He held out a hand for Megumi.

The ten year old looked between them for a moment. Finally he threw his arms around Satoru's neck tightly.

"Please come back," he said, voice breaking.

Satoru hugged him. "Don't be so down, kiddo! I'll be back before you even miss me!"

With some convincing, Megumi finally took Nanami's hand. Satoru could see Nanami's eyes soften despite his stand offish nature as he guided the children out of the building. The deepest sigh of relief left him. Miho was safe. The children were safe. All that was left was finding out exactly who thought they could get away with it. Satoru remained crouched, waiting.

"Sorry about the wait," he said suddenly, turning to grin at the frozen man, "I really don't want my kids to hear you screaming in agony."

[bleeding-hart]

visuals for the marauders

putting this here so I have a reference later when I'm actually writing and posting the fanfic (rn I just have a good chunk plotted out and some scenes in my brain). Also including their pronouns so it makes a little more sense. For their clothing, it's just their choices when they don't have to wear the school uniform (I hate the uniform deeply imo no one looks as hot in robes). I am taking artistic license with their designs bc I can make them look better than their canon designs do easily. If I said something contradicting these earlier, ignore it, I've got shit memory and adhd.

Sirius (he/they/she): long hair, one of those really queer nonbinary bun type things? She wears half goth half casual punk clothing stuff (like fishnet shirts under sleeveless black hoodies/ corsets with leather band jackets, etc. Definitely a spikey black boots/spiked collar type person). Decently pale skin and really dark blueish eyes, like the night sky right before it fades to black or the sea during a thunderstorm. They do their own piercings which has given them more than one infection, but he does have some successful ones (nose bridge, eyebrow, lots of ear stuff, and snakebites). Remus will insist to do it for them if he knows that she has a new idea, and he's significantly safer about them.

Remus (he/they? He/him? Somewhat cis but has a complicated relationship with gender): short golden brown hair that's in a barely noticeably mullet style. Nostril piercing (Sirius said it would look good on him so he did it). Warm-toned light brown skin with a lot of freckles that you generally can't see, dark amber eyes. Dresses for comfort over style, which usually means t-shirts, sweatpants and beat up old sneakers. Their only very noticeable scar on their face is one over their lips and chin. They have more, but the others are more skin toned.

Peter (he/they, sometimes it): generally very cute, light skin with some freckles and messy wavy blonde hair, pale sky blue eyes. Sirius is trying to convince him to let them give him snakebites but he's very on the fence about it (he barely even wears makeup so he isn't the most adventurous about that stuff). Thick/long lashes. Tends to wear muted neutral colors. The only jewelery that he's consistent about is a leather bracelet he always has on his left wrist. Tries to not be visually noticeable, tends to hang around the back of the friend group and let the others get all the attention.

James (he/him probably): longer curly/wavy dark brown queer mullet (tboy energy) and warm brown skin. Dark golden toned brown eyes. People tend to think he and Remus are cousins or something which he thinks is really funny (he's definitely turned around and started making out with him for as a bit when someone asks them if they're related). Usually wears brown dyed or bleached jeans and reddish-brown/brown/green-brown/yellow t shirts and tops for the cohesive and effortless energy. Paints his nails bright colors whenever he can as a contrast to Sirius's chronically flaking black nail polish. Has his lobes pierced but usually just wears gold studs. Wears gold bands around his biceps so he can flex when he wins a quiddich (<- I did not check how to spell that, you know what I mean) match

Regulus (he/him): he prefers to wear more formal clothing because that's what he was raised doing and the layers help him cover up any raised areas on his binder, but when that isn't an option/he's too depressed to do anything fancy, he wears black hoodies that are significantly too large for him (barty or evan's usually). Makeup tends to give hm dysphoria, but he always fills in his eyebrows and he'll put eyeliner on his waterline when he's going to an actual event. He pierced his tongue as an act of rebellion when he was younger and now he just fidgets with it a lot, other than that he just has his lobes done (he got them as a newborn) and he always leaves them empty in hopes that they'll seal up.

I know what the others look like but this is long enough as is haha

[rreskk]

Diner of Hell

Summary: His mother came to visit.

TW: -Angst 

Word count: 795

Trevor stared down at his chocolate milkshake.

Maybe he should of ordered something more manly. He noticed the way his mother judged his choice in drink, inspecting how much he hasn’t changed throughout his antagonised childhood.

He couldn’t bring himself into maintaining eye-contact.

Trevor decided to make himself busy with the untouched food in front of him, toying the chewy beef with his silver fork – No! No… His silver, dirty, fork. The diner he introduced his mother to was probably a bad idea. It wasn’t sanitary. Trevor forgot. He forgot how pressuring it was to be around his mother. There wasn’t anytime to plan ahead… She turned up, remotely distasteful of his current lifestyle; insulted his choice in friends, belittled how untidy he was, and demanded a “mother and son” dinner date.

All he could think about is the urge to nail himself against the table and slice his nec-

“So much for a welcome meal.” She pushed the plate away and crossed her arms.

He caught eye of her golden jewellery around her wrists and neck as it moved. It brought him nostalgia. She always wore golden bracelets in matching sets. It made him wonder if he should’ve brought her some in advance.

“Goodness… This is disgraceful. You’re in your 40s and still acting as if the world was your oyster!”

“I’m 32, ma…” Corrected her son, but she didn’t seem to care.

“Even at this age, you’re still acting like a damn child. Oh, oh!- Oh, how many years I’ve cared for you, boy… And you can’t even provide me a nice plate of egg and bacon?”

Trevor was ashamed of himself. He sighed and uncomfortably sunk into the seat that was opposite her. There was a moment of silence and the sound of his stomach churning with hunger and anxiety disturbed the silence.

“Out of every home I gave, you chose this pitiful snowy abyss-“ He jumped in response to her loud words, “-North Yankton? You are asking to live a lonely life, Trevor? Oh, why did I ever bother? You brought this upon yourself… Cashless, no girls, no will to live.”

The last statement made Trevor flinched. He gripped onto his milkshake in attempt to calm his nerves. The window beside them both was frosty and you could barely see anything, only the dim lights of cars racing by… He hoped one car would pull up and would reveal itself to be Michael. God, he wanted an escape.

“I’m sorry, ma.”

“I came down here to visit after your failed attempt of doing something practical with your useless life. I was so proud when you were training to be a pilot. I held the letters close to my chest…” Trevor felt his heart fluster at her sudden affection before – “Until you got yourself discharged! You damn right I threw them letters away! Maybe all you needed was a father figure to slap some sense into you, but every man I took home, you SCARED them away! Like pieces of trash! Never being considerate of your poor mother, and BROTHER!”

“Mommy,” He whimpered, trying to stop her from breaking his ego anymore.

“SILENCE! The most I wanted out of this trip was something to remember before I turn into dust and ashes. You’ll regret this, Trevor, you will!-“

“M-Mommy, please!” He reached over the table and tried to hold onto one of her cold hands, but of course she avoided any contact with him. Betty watched him whine and grow agitated in his seat. He was hunched over the table, staring at her with pleading eyes, “Please, please. I’m sorry, I am. I didn’t mean to… I-I- I didn’t know I’d be discharged, I didn’t mean to scare dad away, I swear!”

His mother scoffed and held her purse tight; clenching it with both hands like she considered the idea of him possibly snatching her belongings, treating him like a complete stranger and criminal. She judged him thoroughly and slowly sat up from the table.

“Ma, MA!” Trevor tried to call her back.

But every time he croaked out her name, she fastened her pace and left him on the diner table, leaving behind her cold food and half-filled cup of black coffee.

Trevor numbly stared down at the leftover clutter before his rage finally caught up after the past hour of being hidden behind his fear. He threw his arm across the table and watched the plates and the cold breakfast meals fall upon the floor, breaking and creating a huge mess.

It wasn’t enough.

Trevor sniffled back sobs and stumbled out of the diner. He pulled out his flip phone and dialled Michael’s number, waiting while it beeped.

“Mikey,” He emotionally bellowed, “M-Mikey…” He inhaled sharply, “Pick me up… Now.”

[aeonblaze]

@etherealguard said: He had been gone seemingly all day, disappeared into the streets of Belobog once they had landed for their usual visit. Once he returns, he immediately searches for Caelus, a short chirp escaping him in satisfaction when he sees the familiar grey hair. "Hand." He requests, waiting for the other to lift his hand up so the archivist can fix a peculiar bracelet onto his wrist. It was thin, and had a circular charm attached to it that held a design of the sun. If Caelus looked carefully, he would already see that Dan Heng himself was wearing a similar bracelet. Though his circle had the image of a crescent moon. "I was with Serval today." He begins to explain, letting go once the bracelet was secured. "I understand that you worry about my well being. And that.. you don't like the idea of something happening to me. I wanted to alleviate those fears, at least a little bit. So I asked her to make these special bracelets for us. Watch." He gently holds Caelus' hand, index finger pressing once on the sun. A small glow emits from the circular pad, lasting a second before fading. Immediately, the moon on Dan Heng's bracelet begins to glow. Having received the call from it's sun's counterpart. "It works.. The idea is; whenever I'm not around and you start to think of me, or want to tell me that you love me, you can do so with the bracelet. I'll see the light, and I will tap back, to let you know that I'm alright. And I love you too." He blinks away when he finishes that sentence, a small hue of red forming; "It's.. something that I hope makes you feel better. Whenever you start to worry over me." The red hue washes away once he looks back at his partner's face, gaze growing tender. "...If you start feeling sad again. Or want my company for any reason, tap the bracelet three times. I'll reply back, and I will find my way back to you." ↪ unprompted.

there's a pleasant chill in the air when they step into belobog , & caelus is more than happy to be back. they split up this time around , & caelus had promised pela he'd help her rearrange some exhibits in the museum. he walks off towards the museum after letting her know they'd arrived , pressing a goodbye kiss to dan heng's cheek as he does so , his own cheeks turning pink.

pela's raised eyebrow is enough to keep him quiet , & he's content to move whatever she wants him to , if only to keep himself quiet & her from saying anything.

by the time he makes it back to the express , march is talking himeko's ear off about something , nothing he's really paying attention to. instead , caelus makes his way back to his room , idly scrolling through his phone & replying to messages when he hears the door open , eyes lighting up & phone tossed to the side when he sees dan heng.

❛ you're back !! i missed you !! ❜

the trailblazer is instantly throwing his arms around dan heng's shoulders , smile nearly blinding. his hand is presented when prompted , head tilted curiously at the bracelet that's fixed onto his wrist , golden eyes taking note of the matching bracelet on the archivist's wrist.

❛ you ... had serval make us matching bracelets ?? i didn't know dan heng could be so cute. ❜

his smile turns painfully fond around the edges , looking at the bracelet as dan heng speaks. it's true that he worries , perhaps moreso than he realized if dan heng himself had taken notice of it. but his heart flutters a bit when dan heng presses on the sun charm of his bracelet , seeing dan heng's light up in turn.

if you start to think of me , or want to tell me you love me.

caelus' brain grinds to a halt , cheeks turning red. he's glad , at least , that dan heng knows how he feels without it needing to be said , & a slightly wobbly smile crosses his face now , golden gaze softening as he looks up at dan heng.

and i love you , too.

❛ careful with that , dan heng. i always want your company. ❜

a brief pause as caelus leans in to brush his nose against dan heng's , arm settling loosely around his waist. his heart skips a bit in his chest , the redness to his face not going anywhere under the archivist's tender gaze.

how lucky he is to have someone like dan heng by his side.

❛ it's wonderful , i love it. and ... ❜

he pauses for a moment , golden eyes shining when they meet dan heng's.

❛ ... i love you , dan heng. ❜

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Women's business

Happy Lesbian Visibility Week to all those who celebrate and identify as such!

I don't think I've ever written anything Sapphic before, so I hope this is enjoyable nonetheless!

There are some implied suggestive themes here but it's nothing outright explicit. This AU makes no sense canonically, but I love powerful women who deserved better, so that's why I came up with this!

Special thanks to @apho-sappho for enabling me to write this.

Enjoy!

"Sect leader Wen." The servant calls out, "Sect leader Jin wishes to see you."

A nod is all the confirmation it takes, and the servant disappears behind the ornate doors, returning seconds later with the guest in tow. A respectful bow later, the two are left alone in the silence of the late evening.

"I did not think you would be visiting me anymore tonight." Sect leader Wen says, smiling warmly from her seat at the large, mahogany table in the center of her room. She seems to have been reading some paperwork, annotating it with the brush resting between her middle and index finger, rings and bracelets glimmering in the candlelight. She has discarded her outer robe, heavy with jewels and golden thread woven through expensive silk, in favor of a light, nearly see-through cream-colored dress.

Her hair flows down her back and shoulders in long, shining strands, and Sect Leader Jin cannot help admiring her. Delicate, red powders enhance the beauty of her eyes, and her lips still shine with remnants of lip stain, her youthful face showing no signs of aging.

She has worn a beautiful pair of ruby earrings that day during the discussion conference proceedings, but she seems to have abandoned them in favor of a pair of simple, golden studs. There is a matching, thin necklace resting atop Sect Leader Wen's chest, a single, round pendant decorating it. Sect Leader Jin knows the symbol of Sparks Amidst Snow has been etched into it, delicately enough for it to only be visible up close.

"A-Su," Wen Qing begins, a playful smile on her lips. "It is quite rude to request an audience this late at night and only spend it staring at me."

Qin Su blinks twice, shaken out of her stupor. She has almost forgotten that is her name, so used to being called "sect leader Jin" all the time, and her cheeks dust pink.

"Can you blame me?" She replies, and sheds her own sect leader's robe, "Any seeing person would be enraptured with the sight of you."

Wen Qing laughs. "Flatterer. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to earn my favor for tomorrow's proceedings."

Qin Su makes a displeased face and helps herself to the bottle of wine on Wen Qing's table. "I'd rather not think about that. I've had enough of arguing with entitled men for one day."

Wen Qing lets her pour a cup of wine before taking the bottle for herself. "At least you're not the Chief Cultivator."

Qin Su lays down on Wen Qing's bed, and gingerly sips at her cup. "How long do I have to wait until you join me here?"

Wen Qing's eyes flick towards her, and she just so happens to have been loosening the sash of her robes. "Be patient."

Qin Su rolls her eyes as she finishes her wine and reaches to free her hair from its imposing ornamentation. She lifts an amused eyebrow when she notices Wen Qing watching her, ink dripping from the tip of her brush onto the documents.

"You're making a mess of those." She laughs. "Maybe you should be making a mess of me instead~"

But Wen Qing has played this game before and she has never once lost it. She returns to her paperwork, and hides a smirk as she notices Qin Su frowning at the obvious challenge. "Sect Leader Jin, you would need to prove yourself more interesting than these records from our very controversial Yao sect for me to abandon them."

But Qin Su's interest is piqued. "What records?"

"Well, let's just say I received an anonymous suggestion from an anonymous source-"

"Nie Huaisang?"

Wen Qing smiles, fox-like, and Qin Su feels herself flutter everywhere at the sight. "Precisely. It seems like the Yao sect has been duplicitous using the funds we have given them to extend their cultivation schools, so I got a hold of some records-"

"Wei Wuxian?"

"Who else? That sneaky paperman spell of his always comes in handy." She drinks some more of the wine and does not pretend like she didn't purposefully leave a few drops to slide down her chin into her cleavage. "So now I am comparing what I've been told with what appears to be the actual list of expenditures."

Qin Su stretches on the bed like a cat, and cannot hide a hint of devilish satisfaction. "I fear I may not be able to make myself more interesting than those. Can you imagine the scandal if word got out of this right as we're about to decide on the budget?"

Wen Qing smiles, one of her knowing, vengeful, dominant smiles, "It would be truly unfortunate, wouldn't it? I fear the Yao sect might become politically isolated... Even from its close friend, the Jin sect."

Qin Su laughs, heartily. "How I'd love to get rid of that parasite! I don't know why my... predecessor" she spits the word like it's an insult, "has insisted to ally with them. But anyway, I wouldn't cry about losing them, just so you know."

Wen Qing places her brush in its holder and finally stands up from her table. "That's wonderful, I'd hate to see you cry."

Qin Su can't help a wolfish grin. "I thought you said I'm pretty when I cry."

"Only when you cry for me."

[advikaglitteringtreasures]

How Fashion Accessories Reflect Your Personality

Fashion is a word that describes our taste of choice towards things, whether they are clothes or jewelry. Both are interlinked with each other, and we should take care of many things before purchasing any of them, as they both together complete our look and enhance our personality.

We know; everybody knows that personality is the key to representing ourselves and getting fame and success. We at advikka.com believe that jewellery can tell a lot about an individual's fashion trends, social status, wealth, and culture and reveal more about our personality.

In some cases, if you're feeling down, jewellery can help you feel better about yourself and start thinking about positive things. In fact, many people believe that wearing certain pieces of jewellery that have some meaningful impact on our body will give us a boost in energy, confidence and positivity.

Jewellery can be a powerful magical element that reminds us of who we are, where we've been, and what we hope to become.

 In this article, let's figure out what kind of jewellery we need to choose that perfectly reflects our personalities in front of audiences.

To experiment with your personality, you can try various fashion jewellery designs, from diamond and pearl jewellery to the latest Indian artificial jewellery designs, such as hair accessories and jewellery with imitation stones.

There are also various pieces that we can wear more widely, such as rings, earrings, belly chains, bracelets, necklaces, anklets, and pendants. And you can buy the best jewellery online at a reasonable cost compared to physical stores.

I’ve listed down the Best Online Fashionable Artificial Jewellery that we can wear in different kinds of patterns to express ourselves.

Simple and Delicate Jewelry

Jewellery that is light, simple, and small in size is usually worn as a daily fashion essential. We can say earrings such as Paisley Golden Solitaire Stud Earrings and hand accessories, for instance, a ring, we can easily wear daily.

The concept of minimalism shines through these subtle ways to express our simplicity. Jewelry that is light in weight can be charming to add elegance and make the personality more stunning for an everyday look.

Matching Color Jewelry

Some people are always stuck with colour combinations, and if you look around yourself, you will most definitely find that type of person who makes sure that their everyday jewellery perfectly complements and matches their outfit.

The personalities of these people are neither tied to a certain fashion statement nor do they stick to one particular style because they want to play with colors, whatever the piece or pattern.

They wear jewellery that matches their mood, attire, and personality. These kinds of people have interesting tastes of selection, and by personality, they are most frank, as I noticed.

Shine Sparkling Jewelry

People who like Shine mostly want to grab the attention of people; they mainly focus on wearing a single piece of jewellery such as necklaces, bracelets, or rings.

It is a reflection of the pure-hearted happiness that they wear to display their love and affection for a person or an occasion.

The sparkle of jewelry can represent feelings of pride, gratitude, and celebration. You can consider diamond jewelry as well to make your presence unique in the crowd.You must try the Bloom Diamond Cluster Bracelet once to feel the elegance of this royal piece. You can purchase it online at Advika Glittering Treasures: Best Jewelry Websites Online.

[livealittleoc-cb]

How did he get here again? Greyson wasn’t really sure-. When he was told there was a party, he instantly agreed. A party is a party after all but he should have stepped back when he was told he had to wear the constraining suit he was currently in. He wasn’t expecting to be stuck with a bunch of rich people, he wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to do or why he was still here. He looked around, his eyes a deep dark brown to match with the humans around him, and didn’t see anyone he knew. He sighed ready to leave, what was really the point to stay?

Set hummed as he pet a dog who seemed to have taken a liking to him before his head perked up when he heard the familiar voice. He squinted as he looked in the direction of the woman. He blinked when he noticed it was Seulgi, the woman he had started becoming good friends with. His head tilted to the side when he noticed the man next to her and snorted to himself when he watched them bicker. He hummed wondering if it would be okay to go and say something. He decided that he was going to vibe for now, went back to petting the dog in front of him and kept his ears open for the other two.

Persephone and Hades had walked along the forest looking to see if they could find the other woman. Per, who wasn’t good in the cold, was covered head to toe in thick woolen clothing, mittens covering her hands as she cared a little tub of cookies. Her nose was bright red as she skipped ahead of Hades, who was fussing over her well being. He put a set of ear muffs over her ears gently grumbling. “You’re going to get sick.” Per didn’t pay him any mind though and squealed when she saw the silhouette of the other woman, she thrusted the tub into the man’s arms and ran.

She looked like a golden retriever who hasn’t seen their owner in so long. She hugged the woman happily, holding back the need to sneeze as she smiled big. Getting sick was worth seeing her new friend. Hades shook his head rubbing his forehead, his rings gleaming as he calmly walked over. “She’s going to scare her.” He mumbled to himself as he snapped his fingers. A deep blue smoke appeared and out of thin air a large dark blue blanket was being made, as if the smoke was knitting it. He moved his finger so the blanket draped over the two of them. When he got close, Per snatched the tub from his arms and handed them to Soyeon.

“These are for you SoSo! Happy holidays!” Flowers seemed to basically float around her as she spoke happily and started to yap about how pretty the fairy lights were.

“You both are going to get sick…one blanket isn’t enough.” Hades chastised, it sounded like he was being mean but it was his way of showing care. “I’m sorry about her she’s just…a tad excited. She really wanted to see you.” Hades said in a whisper, before handing her a thermos. “From me. I hope you like hot chocolate, if not next time I’ll make you some tea.” He hummed pulling out a small box from his coat pocket. “This is from both of us.” Inside was a little silver bracelet with a paw charm, a blossom charm and a skull charm. “Happy holidays.”

𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖀𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊: 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖘

✧.* 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖗

“Everyone is getting ready,” his brother informs him while Chris stares at his reflection in the mirror, “we should head back.” Sighing, the man runs his fingers through his hair and nods. He couldn’t care less about this party his adopted father is throwing but he has to be there. Everyone is going to be there, family, friends, foes, if there was ever a time to learn about what the fuck is going on — it’s now. If he has to be stuck there in a suit with people who view him as an outcast, the least he can get is information.

✧.* 𝕾𝖊𝖚𝖑𝖌𝖎

“Look at all the dogs!!” Seulgi practically rushes towards them, cuddling all the fluffy pups and laughing as she gets wet kisses from the ones who haven’t been trained yet. “You know, this almost makes up for the fact that you basically abandoned me, brother~.” The woman looks at Sloth. Happy to be reunited with a sibling before this human holiday. Anyone who looks over at the pair wouldn’t know that they are siblings since they look nothing alike but from the bickering that soon starts, it’s clear that they are family. Family with a long history behind them.

✧.* 𝕾𝖔𝖞𝖊𝖔𝖓

It’s cold. Quiet. Exactly how Soyeon says she likes it. She put some fairy lights on a tree, the only festive thing she’s done to the place but she makes no attempt to do anything else. That’s what happens when you’ve been alone for so long. You forget what it means to celebrate holidays. “I miss you…” she says softly as she overlooks the lake, hugging the blanket close to her. “I miss you all so much…”

✧.* 𝕵𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖎𝖓

“What are we going to do, sir?” The driver look at the King who stands outside the house, staring at the woman he thought could be his Queen and watching the way she sets up her tree. The holiday makes no sense to him since they don’t have it where he’s from but it seems to make her happy. Smile. Wow, she’s beautiful. “What are we going to do?” Jongin repeats, turning to look at his driver with a smile on his face. “We are going to get to work.” He needs to know, is his Christmas wish coming true or is he chasing another fantasy?

[skrunklybf-archived]

hi my baby how about the prompt:

Making lucky charms for each other, being reminded of the other whenever they look at it

with reiner? just for funsies 🫶😌

: ̗̀➛ ❝ 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 ❞

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: reiner x f!reader

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜: oblivious pining prompts, gym teacher!reiner, art teacher!reader, fluffy fluffy fluffy

hi darlin!! <3 i hope you enjoy hehe

sweat made his shirt cling to him uncomfortably, darkened patches under his arms like shadows. normally, reiner wouldn't have exerted so much, but something seemed to have taken over his students that day, winding everyone up for quite the eventful game of dodgeball -- one reiner found himself enjoying perhaps a little too much. he swiped a towel across his forehead, bidding the kids goodbye as they trickled out of the gym like a lazy river.

"later, coach braun!" a lively pack of boys whooped and hollered as they darted past him, making the blonde smile.

reiner loved his job. he loved the kids, from the show-offs to the wallflowers; he loved cheering them on and teaching them new games; but the best perk of this gym teacher gig, he decided, was the teachers lounge.

sure, there was a well-stocked pantry and some expensive coffee that erwin, one of the history teachers, always kept on hand. it was air-conditioned and cooled him down much faster than the little dinky fan he had in his office.

yeah, the teachers lounge was a little slice of paradise. but the best part?

running into the art teacher.

"hard day, coach braun?"

and there you stood, your hair a little messy and that flowy skirt dancing around your knees. you pulled your lunch out of the fridge -- a fruit salad, he noted -- and straightened up again to smile at him. reiner returned the gesture, feeling a tad sheepish to feel so unkempt in front of you. "the kids played pretty hard today," he breezed past an empty table to take up stock beside you, who always chose the seat closest to the windows.

he loved the way the golden sun caught you. the high points of your face, the shine in your hair, the glimmer of cute homemade jewelry you loved to sport. glancing at your wrist, reiner noticed a new piece in your collection -- a little woven bracelet, with tiny charms dangling off of it. "what about you? i don't see any paint in your hair this time." reiner gripped the water bottle he toted in with him. he played with the cap absently, like a little nervous tic.

as he sat, looking hulkingly huge in the plastic chair, you caught his gaze, and quipped a quick 'oh!' before digging into your cardigan pocket. "no paint today, but we made these," and between delicate fingers, you held a similar bracelet, presenting it to him like a prized trophy. this one was much larger than the one you wore, but held matching little trinkets: two little hearts, a sun, and a moon. "they're good luck charms. told 'em if you have good, happy thoughts while you make it, then you'll have a good day every day you wear it."

reiner hummed, sipping the water and willing away the dryness that overtook his mouth. "oh, to be nine years old again." he mused.

the smile on your face was far too contagious, spreading to reiner before the swirls of butterflies in his stomach could register what was happening. "gimme your hand."

the blonde blinked, but obliged regardless. "you made one for me?"

and you laughed, scooting closer in your chair. "yeah, we're matching."

the cool brush of your fingers across his heated skin was a lot to handle. but reiner swallowed, watching closely as you tied it around his wrist, offering a small tap after it was secured. "i know it's not the manliest thing--"

"no, i love it," he sputtered, unable to contain either the goofy grin or the flush over his face. hopefully he could play it off as part of the post-exercise cooldown. "thank you."

you scrunched your face up that cute way you do when something amuses you, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear. "just promise you'll think of me when you wear it."

"i promise."

the next day, reiner moseyed along the outdoor track with a few stragglers that either refused to run with the others or couldn't keep up. he listened to the idle chatter, not too sure what most of it meant, but offered chuckles or affirmations here and there.

"coach braun?" a particularly quiet girl quipped, and reiner offered her a hum in response. she eyed the hand at his side, looking almost amazed. "did you make that?"

reiner glanced down, peering at the woven bracelet and the charms that glimmered in the sun. a fond, lovesick smile grew over his face.

"no, it was a gift, from someone very sweet. it's a good luck charm, y'know."

reiner braun loved his job.

[twistyprefect]

you're spoiling us with your writing, ya know? i just had this idea...what about azul, leona, malleus and lilia with a s/o who bought a little accessory/earrings or sth that reminded s/o of them? like earrings that are little bats, a little dragon accessory attached to their bag, a bracelet with an octopus attached, things like that. how would they react when they notice?

{why do my anons keep attacking me wa,jrhl;wourwi...i have bought so many accessories because they reminded me or a character/person 😭💞💕}

Leona Kingscholar

Leona didn't notice the necklace at first, thinking it was just a normal gold chain with a charm on it

eventually he saw the charm itself, a small golden lion hear dangling from the end, close to the middle of his partner's chest

when he asked about it, his S/O giggled and held it up for him to see, showing it off proudly

"I got it like a month ago! I saw it in Mr. S's shop and thought of you!"

he smiles and kisses their cheek, pulling them into his lap happily as he asked why they had to be so cute

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul notices it when his partner first gets it, the little silver bracelet hanging loosely off their wrist

it was obvious that the octopus charm was supposed to represent him, the glittering lavender and blue gems only confirming it to him

he shyly asked his partner about it one afternoon, running his fingers over the chain

they smiled and nodded, confirming that it was something to represent him

"I got it so that whenever I miss you, I can think about you and look at it and it's like you're there..."

Malleus Draconia

Malleus didn't notice his partner's new hair clip until about three weeks after they had bought it

he finally noticed it one afternoon when it was glittering in the sun, the green gems sparkling and winking at him

the dragon-shaped hair clip obvious mirrored him, the black and green design matching his uniform almost perfectly

he smiled and unclipped the dragon from their hair before re-pinning it behind their ear, kissing their temple as they giggled softly

"I've been waiting for you to notice! It's so pretty, right? Just like you!"

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia thought his partner's little bat wing earnings were the cutest thing!

he complimented them on the new accessories when he first saw them, the night after they bought them

he joked about getting matching ones when his partner giggled and shyly handed him a box

he opened it to see a bracelet that went along with their earrings, a little bat charm hanging from the middle

"I also got this...the bats remind me of you, so I wanted to wear them as soon as I got them. I hope it's ok that I got you a bracelet too...!"

[modx-reborn]

I have returned for not only the pink-loving bimbos, but the sex workers.

Here me out, C!Technoblade with a bimbo reader that works at Las Nevadas as a stripper/prostitute

how he ended up in Las Nevadas was still a mystery, especially considering his history with Quackity, he was tempted to leave but the shimmer of golden jewelry caught his eye.

Oh how beautiful you were, dressed in pretty pink lingerie with bows and frills decorating the two piece. Golden jewelry dripping off you; piercings, bracelets, you name it! But what truly caught his eye was your chocker, a regular pink choker that matched your outfit laid beneath a pretty golden collar, with a big amber colored crystal brushing your collar bones.

heat traveled from his face to his dick, subconsciously making his way over to you before anyone else, quick to present you with his finest of finer in hopes of gaining your time. A sly smile crept onto your pretty lips as you accepted his offerings, kissing his cheek and leading him to your private room.

His attitude during sex could only be described as the most devoted follower of a religion worshipping it’s god. Constant praises of how gorgeous you were and thank yous for allowing him to use you the way he did, roughly slamming his dick inside you as he kissed, licked, bit, and all of the above to any piece of skin that was exposed. Going even harder watched the Amber piece of your collar bounce and shake with each harsh snap of his hips.

Needless to say, he starts stopping by Las Nevadas a lot more often ;)

- mooo!

Seeing as I am at work and behind the desk rn, what better time to answer this ask! (Also funnily enough I own a set of lingerie that is all pink and rose gold chains so lol)

Let's go with a private full-service worker working a shift in a lounge-style club as a favor while Las Nevadas is getting set up!

Why was he here again, the duck in charge and him were far from friendly or even tolerant of each other but the message left on his comm about a growing situation about a certain cult or new brainwashing government was enough to catch his eye, dragging him from the tundra into the snowing dessert? The weather could wait and be ignored, for now, the top of his list was finding the hybrid he was here to meet.

The co-ords that were sent lead him here, a dark brick building dropped in deep marron awnings and polished spruce fringing a fitting building for the newly opened city of sin, but odd to be holding a meeting about something like this...

For once the never lost Technoblade had miss read the meeting place and there would be no regrets about doing so, or well not that he would own up to getting the address wrong in the first place.

Dark and lightly sketchy were the words you would use for the club you were in, sure it was a favor to draw people in, use your client base and make the place look busy to draw people in, and then you would be square with a certain duck hybrid, but so far all you had done was be gawked at but less than stellar clients and bartered with over extra services, nothing about this was making you want to come back.

And sure lounge-style clubs usually worked for you, but Las Nevadas was a stripper's city, not a full-service kinda place, the others around you just as bored or unimpressed with the clients rolling through until he came through.

So clearly lost, red eyes flicking across the floor ignoring and skipping over so many works and almost skipping over you as well. His hybrid features were noticeable from even far away, a favorite of yours if there ever was a type of client, so who was to stop you from sauntering across his line of making the shitty club lights catch and glint off the gold adornments that race along the lingerie you wore.

If this was where he was meant to be having his meeting there were several words to be had with the man who brought him here but before he could turn to leave, a glint and glimmer has him turning from the doors. Dripping in baby pink, golden jewelry and thin chains that dipped and glided against an elegant form, the low lights of the building caught each piece perfectly to make them glitter and have him trying to ignore the more piglin side of him that was peaking through.

You watched him stare, wide-eyed and watching as you saunter across the club floor, making sure to hit every light and possible spot to show off the glimmering chains hoping it would be enough to draw him in. Thanking whatever gods may watch this hell hole of a city when the hostess motion you over and hand over a dropsheet and some towels, gesturing the piglin man towards you and letting you see just how wide blown his eyes were and how they focused not on the chains but the simple choker you wore.

The pink band wrapped around your neck so perfectly and the gold collar that resed over it centering around a beautifully cut topaz always drew in those with more gold-based inclinations, and today it had done just as such, with your hand slipping into the piglin mans a little awkwardly as you showed him back into your room for the night. Normally the hybrid clients were the easiest to work with all knowing what they wanted but this one waas slightly akward, looking away as you did your regular checks, insuring everything looked rigth and nothing jumped out as something unhealthy or wrong.

The few extra emeralds in the pouch hidden in the towels you were given meant extras had been paid and the booking was assured to be a good one, even if it did start a little awkwardly.

And oh how right you were, the beginning was fumbled and slow but the moment you had eased him into it, offering to leave the gold on for his time had him right and eager to begin. Big hands cradling your hips even as he kissed along the lines of gold, dipping his fingers down and teasing along the edge of your underwear only tugging at them once he had thoroughly explored all the lines of gold with his mouth and tongue.

When he finally got to pressing into you, watching as you took his cock to the base in one go did the fun truly being, the small chuffs that had preceded a deep growl told you all you needed to know, he was entranced and enraptured by the sight of his cock buried in you and the sliding motion the gold chains made with every snap of his hips, the gold collar moving and catching the light with every snap of his hips.

And oh how you would have enjoyed the booking, but the moment he opened his mouth there was no stopping you from planning to find a way to have him back and booking once again.

"Feels so good. Shiney, gold and so tight around me, pretty pretty pretty, should cover and covet, keep you shiny and pretty..."

The rumbling deep tones only added to the enjoyment of the booking, you would most certainly be keeping this one, a nice voice, pleasantly thick cock, and strong hips that have been unfaltering even as you clench and try to coax him into cumming wanting to hear how he rumbled or groaned as he did, everything was certainly shaping up for a good returning client for you.

All you would need is the name from the host once he left, or perhaps you could get him to tell you once he was done fucking into you with nothing short of devoted intent. Perhaps you could even get him to stay longer, see just how far those wide eyes would take you, and see how much the sight of your collar really could do to the piglin...

Perhaps...

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AnS cover art observations:

-A retrospective essay, starting with the recent cover art.

This is my first analysis of anything ever, and it became longer than expected. English is not my first language so I hope I could express myself well. The following text contains my subjective opinion, I don't intend to convince anyone. However, I hope that it will inspire some of you. Thank you in advance for reading! 💛✨

On the volume 25 cover I just noticed that red string on Obi's belt. Some red ornament hangs from Shirayuki's dress too. (Both accesssories have some blue and golden gems at the endings.) Maybe the one Shirayuki wears is insignificant, still, it matches Obi's string. Could the string Obi wears be a symbol of the red string of fate? 👀

I took a look at previous volume covers, to see if Zen also wears something that can serve as a red string of fate symbol, and yes, he does. On volume 17 and 21 covers, where the string is at his heart's side. So it seems, the red string theory is not an absolute Obiyuki win, yet.

Sidenote: on the back cover of volume 21, there is a beautiful Obi, by the way.

Now let's go back to the volume 25 cover a bit.

They don't just wear matching clothes but also the same bracelets. And that shape above them reminds me of a bow and arrow, which could be a reminder of how they met. That glowing stone in the middle could also symbolize the stone Shirayuki gave Obi. They are also sitting close to each other, almost face to face. I know, there's not much space on a manga cover, but still... their knees almost touch... and they are just calm and natural in the other's presence. The ambiance is warm, cozy and kind of intimate, in my opinion. I get honeymoon vibes here. 😳

And not to mention, this is their second time that only the two of them are on a cover. The first time was in volume 11. Which shows the opposite vibe of the 25's cover, and another main dynamic regarding their relationship. While they can simply drink tea and chill together, they can also have a lot of fun and laughter.

They have matching clothes and almost exactly the same necklace. Obi's clothes look like a guard uniform, but we've never seen something like that before. Also, the necklace can serve as a new identity tag. So it can be a foreshadowing to their future on the north in Wilant castle. They are back to back, arms laced, Obi lifts Shirayuki -her legs are probably kicking the air. They're just having fun and they are worryless. The whole scenario looks like some celebration event. It is playful, cheerful. There are yellow, red, green roses, but the wind blows white petals around them too. I get wedding vibes here. 😳

What's strange for me, that there's no volume where Shirayuki and Zen are alone together on the front cover, not like Shirayuki and Obi, which could mean that...

...even the covers indicate the Obiyuki endgame. OR Sorata-sensei is just waiting until the final book, when Zenyuki marry, to draw only Zenyuki on the cover, to make it special. But who knows. I wonder if it's a general expectation to have the endgame couple on the cover. Because of that, I also searched some of my favorite shojo manga's covers to get some proof. And the endgame couples (only the two of them) were on some of the covers. But in the case of AnS it may be an exception, and Zenyuki can be endgame anyways, and just the two of them don't need to be on the covers. But why is Obiyuki on the cover already twice, then?

The only occasion Shirayuki and Zen are together on a front cover is in volume 4:

BUT Obi is also there, and he's the largest on the pic. Zenyuki is in the background. This is the volume where Obi gives Shirayuki the iconic trinket (in chapter 17), so that's why it's tucked in his breast pocket (at his heart's side). He is also holding a bouquet of white flowers (roses?) with yellow wrapping and golden ribbon. The trinket, the wrapping and the ribbon matches Shirayuki's clothes. It looks like Obi bought the flowers to give it to her. Is it a foreshadowing? I hope so.

This is it. It is possible that I see too much into these things, I know, but I wanted to share how I see these covers. I'm still half agony half hope for Obi&Shirayuki.

What do you think about the mentioned matters?

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Honorable mentions:

Obi is by himself twice on the covers, and he looks dashing.

This is the cover of volume 8, where in the story Obi finally takes off his shirt revealing his scars. That's what the cover indicates. Also we get to know just a little bit more about his past.

On the pic, Obi is in the forest, probably it's autumn, and he's holding one of the orange-red leaves. And he gives it to Shirayuki on the back cover. May not has a great meaning, but it's such a lovely gesture. Still... for me it is special. What's more, Shirayuki is smiling and slightly blushing. Wholesome, heartfelt moment.

And finally, here's the cover of volume 22 to bless our eyes once more in this post:

I like that both times when Obi is alone on the front cover, the coloring is warm, and his appearance is stunning. Here he is holding some paper, and if I see properly, on it, there is a drawing of Shirayuki and Ryuu. (For their trio went to a soirée together for the first time in that book.) Furthermore, I love that Obi's hair is brushed differently, and he makes a sort of serious face.

Thank you for reading. Blessings! 💛✨