#Javi/Nyx

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Fandom Finds - last week of Dec

Hello! I finally got to catch up on some much-needed reading, and I'm in absolute awe of how incredibly talented people on here are. So I'm going to do a weekly round-up of things I loved in the Pedro Pascal fandom- art, fics, you name it. Here's what I loved in Dec (and a little before then, as it's the intro post!)

A gentle reminder to please support and reblog from your favourite creators to ensure more people see their amazing work!

Here we go, under the cut:

Starman (series) - @imtryingmybeskar (Ezra x F!Reader)

You know when you read something so good, you close your laptop because no words you can put on paper is going to come close to what you just read? That was me last week. This series is incredible - sensitive, insightful, a transportive glimpse into something very different. Ezra drops into his soulmate's lap, but it's not as simple as that. Clear your schedule. Read it.

Driving Mr Tovar (series) - @sirowsky (Pero Tovar x F!Reader)

When I read the original series, I turned into that crazed fan that sent the author songs that reminded me of her fic. Luckily the lovely author humoured me and we are still friends today. She's currently updating the series and the updated version is EVEN better than the original (I'm halfway through the reread of Chapter 1). Pero Tovar doesn't let anyone into his life, least of all his new driver. But he has no idea who he's up against and how his life will change. Perfect holiday escapism right here.

Queen of Poisons (series) - @artemiseamoon (Ezra x F!OFC)

Arte's Ezra and fantastic OFC Nyx has been living completely rent-free in my brain since I first inhaled the series months ago. The push and pull between these two is delicious and her heroine is a deeply nuanced badass who doesn't stand back when faced with danger. If you like supernatural worlds and strong female protagonists, you will love this.

Flowers for Ishtar (series) - Beskarberry (Din Djarin x F!Reader)

I already screamed at the author like an unhinged banshee, but this was one of the most fantastical, wild series I have ever read. Non-human!Mando and F!Reader have a solid partnership until he starts acting very weird. Please, for the love of the reptilian spacepope, read the extensive and detailed warnings, because this won't be for everyone. But if you do proceed - it's funny, magical, soft, sexy, unhinged and brilliant science-fiction fantasy with our favourite buckethead.

My only wish (series) - @foli-vora (Jack Daniels x F!Reader)

Come get your fluffy, sweet Christmas goodness here! Jack Daniels grinches his way into a a situation he never thought he's find himself in. Special appearance by a hilarious little menace who forces Jack and Reader's hand as subtly as a sledgehammer. Treat yo'self.

Unnamed (one-shot) - @juletheghoul (Frankie Morales x F!Reader Siren)

Jules' short and utterly *beautifully* devastating story about Frankie and a Siren will haunt you in more ways than one. It's the kind of story that you think about at 2am when you can't sleep.

The Fox, the Mage and the Cupboard (series) - @littlemisspascal (Multiple characters x F!Reader)

Make a cup of tea, settle under a fleece blanket and let Rae transport you to a magical world where you can forget about all the madness and real world problems. It features Javi G, Din and Pero and she makes them all very special, very distinct from each other. This series feels like a soft hug with some yearning for good measure.

An Evening with Monsters (series)- @clydesducktape (Triple Frontier boys in individual stores x F!Reader)

Kinktober hit different this year with this delicious line-up of monsters - the Triple Frontier boys are an absolute feast in this series. Thia is an incredibly talented writer, it might not be Halloween anymore, but you'll be yearning for these boys anyway.

All about the Bass - @katareyoudrilling (Marcus Pike x F!Reader)

Listen. This author has created a musical universe with the most perfect Marcus Pike (a musician) and I refuse to leave. I refuse. Get your bag, we're going to Yearnsville and staying there - this is romantic and soft and amazing. Marcus and you join an orchestra and it's not just musical notes flying. *chef's kiss*

[thistleandthorn-events]

Between January 3rd - January 10th Stonewall Prep will be sponsoring a trip for all students to London, England, in celebration of the new year. All students must attend, towns people will attend as chaperons.

Rules:

No participant is allowed to leave the city unless on an excursion with the group.

No participant is allowed to leave the country.  

No student is allowed roam the city unaccompanied.

Students must be back in their assigned rooms between 11pm - 6am.

Excursions are not optional.

No one is allowed in student rooms other than the assigned participants after curfew.

Accommodations:

We will be staying at the NYX Hotels London Holborn in their Deluxe Space rooms. Each room has two King sized beds and a sofa as well as desk and chair, armchair and coffee table, 49” HD TV with Chromecast, fridge and minibar, Telephone, Hairdryer, Iron and ironing board, Laptop safe, Air conditioning, Free WiFi, Nespresso machine & tea refreshment dock, Bathrobes, NYX slippers, Toiletries. Student room assignments are as follows:

Room 1: Sam Evans Oz Chang Matt Fabray Owen (Pierce) Evans 

Room 2: Sebastian Smythe Noah Anderson Elliott (Anderson) Smythe Ross Berry

Room 3: Gunner Rose Beau (Adams) Rose Alejandro Lodge Charlie Fabray

Room 4: Madeline Beiste Veronica Lodge Dexter Wells Bronson Jones

Room 5: Parker St. James Archie Andrews Annabeth Blossom Kyla Clarington Birdie Astor

Room 6: Logan Lodge JB Jones Sky Evans Buck Wilde

Room 7: Chandler Berry Barbie Blossom Kurt Hummel Emi Lopez

Room 8: Lucy Adams Javi Fogarty Sawyer Evans Archer Clarington Delilah Pierce

Room 9: Ivan Carvalho Betty Cooper Hunter Clarington Austin Fabray

Room 10: Stevie Evans Teddy Cohen-Chang Oliver Smythe Ryan Rhodes Joe Berry

Chaperone rooms are 2 room suites (2 king beds in each room with the above mentioned amenities) as follows:

Room 1: Hiram Lodge FP Jones

Room 2: Wyatt Sylvester Harrison Schuester Michael Chang

**SLAVES - slaves will be coming, however, a Dominant or Switch needs to volunteer to take one in their room and be responsible for them the whole trip. They will still be available for rent during the trip. Volunteer to FP as soon as possible - first come first serve.

Itinerary: The following are the plans during the trip. Any time not documented between 6am - 11pm is free time at the hotel or in town.

Jan 3rd:  Travel from Lima Ohio to London Rest of the day is free time until 11pm.

Jan 4th: 10am - 1pm: Tower of London, Changing of the Guard and London Eye with Lunch

Jan 5th: Free day

Jan 6th: 10am - 1pm: Sherwood Forest with Lunch 2pm - 3pm: Stonehenge 

Jan 7th: Free Day

Jan 8th: 7-10pm: River Thames Dinner Cruise

Jan 9th: Free Day

Jan 10th: Travel back to Lima

OOC:

Rules will be strictly enforced, so any rule breaking plots MUST be approved by admin. Other plots that need to be approved include (but not limited to) breaking curfew, large disasters, plots involving several people, plots affecting several people, law breaking, etc. 

[chocobothis]

Ships ask- 1, 21, 27, 34, and 44, with the ship of your choice, if you could please?

I am always on some shit so you've got three ships! I've also realized I still answer questions by restating the questions sometimes so that's an old academic habit still hanging on.

The Ships

Claire Redfield x Nico Bright (Brightfield) from Resident Evil

Pre Vizsla x Solus Ve'tra (PreSolus) from Star Wars

Libertus Ostium x Feronia "Fe" Cataegis (Liberfe) from Final Fantasy XV

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1. Describe their first date.

Brightfield: It was really cute and at an arcade bar. Claire’s obviously been on many dates but Nico really hasn’t. Yes, she had a relationship with Javi in high school that looked traditional romantic but was queer-platonic instead. This is her first big Official Romantic Date. It doesn’t matter that she knows Claire because this is Different. So, the location is somewhere they can keep moving around but also provides time to talk. Yes, Nico wins Claire a stuffed animal because she’s a gentleman like that. Yes, Claire helped Nico, age 19, get a very real Fake ID (one of many) so she could buy drinks on her own.

PreSolus: They actually don’t have a first date as much as they had a many, many things happen. It was also a little bit

What happened was they met because Solus was his temporary bodyguard during a mission to figure out why Death Watch attacked a Republic Cruiser. There was a hypothetical one night stand because everyone was still buying each other's covers. He’s a reformed Governor of Concordia, she’s a devout Jedi Padawan, and this fantastic, highly compatible hooking up is happening once. Then they had a wonderful fight near the mines on Concordia where they very much tried to kill each other (and came away with trophies). He sent assassins to Coruscant after Satine, she sent back a single living one and killed the rest, and also taunted him through the comm borrowed from a dead assassin. Then she tosses away her status as a Padawan and citizen of the Republic, fucks over some Jedi information networks on Nar Shadaa, and then joins Death Watch because being a True Mandalorian got her fucked over during the Civil War.

LiberFe: In terms of first dates, it was overall pretty standard. They got dinner at a Galahdian place then went to some little glorified art house theater to see a movie. The only reason for the movie was it was in Galahdian and they love hearing their native tongue. Afterward, there was probably drinks because Nyx is demanding they meet up. They’ve already known each other a while but both put out on the first date anyway. He has a small one bedroom apartment they end up crashing at.

21. Do they enjoy domestic life?

Brightfield: They’ve both lived hard, even if rewarding, lives so the little domestic things are still magical to them. Grocery shopping, washing the cars, folding laundry, etc. together means so much because it means they’re both in the same space, at the same time, and healthy. Claire’s even learning to cook out of it because she can’t but Nico can. In return, Nico gets to watch Claire be the Sexy Mechanic while working on their motorcycles.

PreSolus: They honestly do, which feels like it's the opposite of how they carry themselves. He’s this badass Manda’lor, heads Death Watch, and is focused on reclaiming Mandalore. She’s a savvy politician, assassin, and otherwise swiss army knife of a Nite Owl. But, they both really enjoy the simple things and spending time with each other doing the little things. When they have their children (twins Tarre and Jila) they share the responsibility of caring for them, while carrying on their duties to Death Watch, and adore it. Honestly, one of Solus' biggest dreams has always been to be a mother. She wants that Domestic Life.

Liberfe: They really do but it becomes most readily apparent after the Dawn. They move back to Galahd with the other half of their polycule (Nyx and Lunafreya) to live wonderfully simple lives. Getting to take in all of the little things each day with partners tastes so much sweeter with returned sunlight. Hanging clothes out to line dry, walking through real forests, and even cooking is stunning now. They all work in Their Bar but Fe and Lunafreya still work part time as medics.

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

Brightfield: There’s tons and tons of little ways. Claire makes Nico a cup of coffee, checks her for injuries when she gets back from jobs, and takes care of her hair; her hair is 3A curls so there’s a Routine. While Nico helps Claire touch up the color to her roots, baked her brownies with extra walnuts and lets her have more of the edge pieces, and makes her wind down tea in her favorite mug. It’s taking each other to doctor’s appointments when injured or showing up with favorite foods for comfort. Sharing clothes so they’re always together in some way. Even listening to each other talk about their passions at length. Nico almost cried when Claire was eagerly listening to her talk about plants instead of getting bored.

PreSolus: She always makes sure she checks over his kom’rk, even if there’s other mechanics. It’s something she has to be sure of because she needs him back. He got her a strill to protect her and keep her company while he’s gone. She tends to his injuries both traditional ways and with her knowledge of Force Healing. He found two kyber crystals for her to forge her new lightsabers. Then it’s making cups of caf or soundboarding ideas or any number of little things that’s always “I love you” in subtle words.

Liberfe: Fe suffered a traumatic brain injury as a toddler (she nearly drowned) and it crops up in a couple of different ways; along with whatever her biological family had going on. One of the ways it shows up is selective mutism. He learned to sign for her and made sure their Final Home had an open concept so everyone could see each other and communicate with her. She also tends to decompress from sensory overloads by watching light projectors on the ceiling be it fish, galaxies, etc. He kept one at his apartment in Insomnia for her and they have a real fish tank in Galahd to supplement. She knows he loves cooking so she collects fresh herbs and spices for him. It's something she’s learned to handle for her folk medicines but still a part is reserved for him. She’ll also sort, prep, and label them for him. If he’s had a hard day she draws a bath that’s peak luxury with bath salts, candles, etc. so he can fully unwind. When he wants to think out loud she's always there to listen even if it may not seem like she's listening to an outsider.

34. Do they have any inside jokes?

Brightfield: They’re full of inside jokes that range from known to their friends group/polycule (it’s almost a circle) to just the two of them. Claire’s cooking mishaps or Nico’s plant excursions rank toward the top.

PreSolus: Yes. Solus doesn’t drop that she never got a first date. Nor will she ever let it go that his ancestor outsourced Darksaber to her through the Force because Clan and House Vizsla was such a Hot Mess. She’s a morosexual and he repeatedly reminds her of it.

Liberfe: They’re not really inside jokes as much as a lot of Insomnians just can’t understand them. Someone says something in Galahdian or she’ll sign something rude/funny/etc. that he playfully refuses to translate. Their group of friends know what’s happening though.

44. Do they cuddle often? Why or why not?

Brightfield: They cuddle all of the time. Claire’s very physically affectionate person and Nico spent one and half decades extraordinarily touch starved. It worked out so, so well that they love being clued to each other.

PreSolus: I do think they cuddle fairly frequently due to how friendly Mandalorians are with their own clans/groups/etc along with their personalities. Pre doesn’t strike me as someone who’s really dated beyond Bo-Katan (who gets folded into this relationship as their third) so having the chance to just hold someone romantically is nice. Meanwhile, Solus is an only child but spends large swaths of her time surrounded by others, be it fellow Mandalorians or her friends in the Order. She seeks out physical comfort. They also just don’t get to spend as much time together because their jobs pull them in separate ways.

Liberfe: Life is too short, especially for a Kingsglaive, to not spend a lot of time together. She’s perpetually chilly due to her Messenger of Shiva Status so cuddling her is a free cool down. It’s also really nice to drift off and wake up with each other in sight and arms length. That way everything is still real. Also, she just sleeps half on top of people so it was just gonna happen.

Ship Ask Game - The Basics

[ask-the-succubus-nyx]

Just another dream

Javi can’t help but grin as he opens the large double doors of the church. He's certain the carnaval will be right up Nyx's alley. The two are met with a sight of hundreds of dancing scantily clad women wearing huge elaborate headdresses. The music is loud and infectious and seems to come from every feasible direction. The streets are full of brightly colored parade floats and everyone on or around them is dancing, drinking, and having a good time. Javi looks over at Nyx as they enter the sea of gyrating bodies.  He holds her hand tightly so as not to lose her. He is thrilled to be sharing one of his favorite things about his home country with her. He leans close to her to speak and has to practically shout to be heard. "What do you think?"

She looks outside, complete surprise now on her face. The colors are breathtaking and the bright and happy energy of the people is contagious. As he pulls her through the crowd she doesn’t know which way to look, eager to see everything. The glittering fabric and feathers adorning beautiful dancers moving in rhythm draws her gaze. “It’s incredible!” she laughs, looking up at him. Nyx bites her lip in thought as she looks from him to the dancers. With a mischievous grin, she releases his hand and falls into step with a group of them, moving her body to the beat of the music. She beckons to him, hand outstretched, wanting him to dance with her.

Javi can’t help but laugh. After the heavy topics of their conversation in the church, it’s wonderful to see her happy. He gladly follows her lead and joins her in the dance. As priests go, Javier is still fairly young and hasn't yet lost his zeal for life and all its joys. One of his greatest joys is dancing. Both of his parents are wonderful dancers and they taught him and his sister all the steps they knew. He comes close to her and puts his hand her waist as his hips move in perfect sync with the pulsing rhythm.  He watches and feels her movements as their bodies come dangerously close to one another’s. He doesn't care. Right here, right now, he refuses to be afraid.

Nyx is surprised by the way he dances; he’s full of surprises it seems. She smirks inwardly recalling what they say about men with rhythm on the dance floor and how well that usually translates to the bedroom. As one hand rests on his arm, the other reaches up toward his neck. She tugs him downward a little to speak into his ear, her moving body pressed against his for a moment as she speaks. “I wouldn’t have guessed you knew how to move like this,” she laughs, smoothing a curl of his hair back.

As Nyx touches his neck and pulls him close, Javi feels as though the rest of the world could simply slip away around them and he wouldn't even notice. He goes to answer but is once again taken off guard when she touches his hair. He slows the pace of his dancing and wraps both arms around her to keep her close to him.  He gazes deep into those strange and beautiful eyes of hers and leans his forehead against hers. He keeps dancing, afraid of what he might do if he were to stop. Suddenly a small crowd of giggling high school aged girls descends upon them. "Padre!" They all squeal. He smiles and greets them fondly, moving away from Nyx slightly, but keeping one hand on her back the entire time. They speak a mile a minute and don't miss any opportunity to touch him. A few place strands of colorful beads around his neck. One or two others put their hands on his shoulders or arms. They stare at him with love sick expressions written plainly upon their faces. He says his goodbyes to them as he pulls Nyx away through the crowd. The girls were clearly none too happy about his swift departure, but it certainly didn't matter to Javi. "That's my fan club I mentioned last time I saw you." He shakes his head and laughs softly.

She allows herself to be lost in the rhythm of the dance and his eyes for a few moments, her hands wound tightly around him. When the girls approach, Nyx can’t help but laugh. They’re like little bees drawn to honey. It’s clear they find their ‘Padre’ very attractive. She watches as he interacts with them, sweet and kind, just as she’d expect. As he says goodbye and leads her away, she starts to giggle herself. “They’re cute,” she grins. “They obviously have a thing for you.” She can hardly blame the girls. At that age if she’d had a priest that looked like him in her church she’d have gone to Mass willingly, instead of being dragged there. “I don’t think they wanted you to leave.”

"Mmhmm." He rolls his eyes. "I'm used to it by now. I know most priests don't look like," he  gestures around his face, "this." He holds Nyx's hand and leads her to a slightly more quiet area of the city. There are still plenty of happy dancing people, but the parade is now a few blocks behind them. This street is lined with food vendors selling all types of delicious local cuisine. "I know they didn't want me to leave. They never do." He gives a slightly exasperated sigh thinking about how uncomfortable it is to be worshiped by sixteen year olds. "This is better, we don't have to scream to hear each other now.”

The scent of cooking food wafts down the street and she breathes in. “It’s much quieter here. I guess I don’t have an excuse to get close to you now,” she teases. Nyx laces their fingers together and squeezes his hand with a smile. “I’m sure it gets frustrating to have to deal with them, but at least you’re a good influence. It’s nice that they have someone that shows them how men should act.” She glances down the row of vendors, taking another breath in, aromas mingling in the air. “So, what do you recommend? I’m not really hungry, but the smell of all of this is too amazing to pass up.”

"Well, we could eat or we could go somewhere a bit more quiet. Don't worry, its not a Church."  He leads her further down the street. The crowd continues to thin out the farther they walk. They reach an alcove near the end of the street. There's a small dimly lit doorway there and Javi brings Nyx inside. Once the two are within the darkened smokey club, Javi's clothes and hair have both changed. He is no longer in his clerical shirt and jacket, but is now wearing a dark gray T shirt and blue jeans. His long dark curls are now pulled back in a bun. He leads her to a small table near the back of the place. There's a bar on the far side of the tiny club and a stage on the other side. A woman stands alone on the stage and sings a haunting and beautiful song. Javi turns to Nyx with a smile. "Is this better?"

The club is dark and intimate, much more Nyx’s type of place. As they enter she notes the change in his attire with a raised brow, briefly thinking on the symbolism of him changing out of the clothes that mark him as belonging to the church. Her eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, the scent of cigarette smoke lingering in the air. “Much better,” she smiles. As the singers beautiful voice weaves the words to the song around them, the lyrics ring in Nyx’s ears and she looks into his eyes, wondering what it is that he sees in hers.

Javi pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and flips one up toward his face, catching it between his lips. That was always his ice breaker with women back in the days of his mis-spent youth. He lights it with a gold zippo that has appeared on the table. "I used to come here all the time before I joined the clergy." He looks around the club and recalls all the nights he spent in this dingy yet comfortable setting. He smiles at the woman singing. He hasn't seen her or heard her siren song in years, but that's the beauty of dreams. Memory becomes reality. He turns back to Nyx and his eyes lock with hers. He doesn't feel that apprehension he did in the church. The woman on the stage sings 'Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we'll wake the stars'.  Javi decides to listen to her, and he leans into Nyx, his hand reaching up and stroking her cheek. He stares into her hypnotic eyes a moment longer before catching her lips in gentle yet passionate kiss.

He seems so much more at ease in this setting and she laughs at his skill with catching the cigarette. “And here you are again,” she murmurs. She sighs softly at the caress, glad he feels comfortable enough to touch her. His kiss takes her by surprise, but it’s the best kind. Nyx shifts her body closer, her hand smoothing up his arm to rest on his face. Her thumb brushes over the stubble on his cheek and she smiles into his lips as she kisses him back, just as passionate, though a little less gentle.

The way Nyx kisses him almost takes his breath away. He deepens the kiss and becomes a bit more forceful himself. Javi wraps his arms tightly around her small frame and holds her close against his chest. He can feel his heart start racing yet again, and his kiss quickly becomes almost desperate. His hands move up her back and into her hair. He grabs a fistful of the obsidian locks and pulls her head back so he can kiss her pale smooth neck.

This is a totally different side of him now and she doesn’t mind one bit. The sense of freedom in the way he touches her reminds her of things on the beach before he’d realized what he was doing and panicked. Her breath catches in her throat when he tugs at her hair, and Nyx almost purrs as he kisses her neck. She runs her hands over his back and through his hair, hoping he can let go this time. Because as much as he seems to want her, she also wants him.

Javi suddenly lets go of her hair and moves his hands to her ass. He grabs hold of it firmly and pulls her into his lap. He just needs to be closer to her. He knows that although their rendezvous have all been in dreams, she is a real person...but not here. None of this is real. Here, in his dreams, they are safe. They can do anything they like without fear of repercussions. Javier wishes he never had to wake up from this dream and go back to his uneventful and monotonous existence. His breathing  has turned heavy and he lays his hands on either side of her face, pulling her back in for another kiss.

As she’s pulled into his lap, her legs rest on either side of his hips, the black dress she’s wearing sliding upward. Once she’s securely wrapped in his embrace Nyx’s arms circle around his neck. As he brings her lips to his she sighs and looks into his eyes, her own filled with desire. She brings his hands down to her waist and trails her lips across his jawline, kissing his neck, hands smoothing over his chest.

Javi moans softly at the feeling of her soft lips as they kiss down his cheek and throat. He lays his head back on his shoulders and closes his eyes. He doesn't want to see or hear anything. He just wants to feel her touching him. Kissing him. "Please don't let me wake up." He whispers to the ether. Suddenly, the feeling of Nyx in his lap and her kisses upon him is lost. He opens his eyes and the smokey night club in Caracas has vanished. Along with the angelic voiced singer, his street clothes, and of course Nyx. He's back in his hotel room bed once again. This time is different though. He doesn't wake up in a pool of sweat and with a deep sense of dread and guilt. No, this time he feels only loneliness.  He sighs and squeezes his eyes shut.

[artemiseamoon]

Writing round up

September 2022 - March 2023

Most recent round up

Previous writing round ups

💫💫💫Feb 2023 updates 💫💫💫

✋🏾 = on hold coming eventually unless noted otherwise

🌸 = complete

💜 = actively in progress

Complete (oneshots, fics, etc) 🌸

***See more at @artemiseamoon-updates (more than I can list here) ***

A lighthouse in the dark (triple frontier, Ofc, the boys)

Make it out alive (ft Frankie and Will, part of Frightfest) - triple frontier

After this is over (Calderoni, Slate, Walt &crew) - narcos mx

A hermits journey (Jax, brother omc fc Garrett h.) - Soa

Nocturna sanguine (my indulgent vamp fic based off an original short story of mine. Ofc fc is Kat Graham ft modern Ivar and Roman Godfrey)

Milk & Honey (werebear Bjorn x ofc | Vikings)

Flirting with Danger (narcos Mc Ramón x reader)

Milk & Honey (Werebear! Bjorn x ofc)

Under a Golden sun (ft Benny and ATJ as an omc)

Outshine the sun (extended) (Frankie x ofc ft. Benny)

The Barmaid & the Spaniard (Pero Tovar x plus! F reader)

Neptunium (vampire John Wick x f reader)

Wisteria & moonlight (ft my Ocs and werewolf Will miller and Benny miller)

Previously started & In progress 💜

Original

Damage control (see link below)

Triple frontier

Damage control (ft private security Frankie)

Every breath, every heartbeat (will x ex fiancé oc) ✋🏾tba

Sweet Melancholy 👋🏾 tba

Mayans

Have you even seen a vampire

Narcos

Sin (Miguel, Pacho, RC) ✋🏾 tba

Playing with Fire (Poison x f reader/Oc) ✋🏾 tba

My world and yours (Barron x ofc coming mid January) - ✋🏾 (April 2023)

Reflections in the mirror (April or May 2023) Javi x ofc ✋🏾

Ezra

Werewolf Ezra x huntress Nyx - queen of poisons

Marcus Moreno

Tell me no lies ✋🏾 (April 2023)

Pero Tovar

the terms of enchantment -✋🏾(May 2023)

Ricky Hauk

It’s all poetry (Ricky x ofc) 👋🏾 tba

Vikings

Untitled - King Harald ( his pov to this) -✋🏾tba

When night comes - incubus Ragnar -✋🏾tba

Deep in the woods, the Goatman lives Satyr Ubbe -✋🏾(May move yo Halloween)

New to my masterlist!

Ryan Corr

HOTD

Ser Harwin

Laena Velaryon

The Gray Man

The Sandman

Chris Hemsworth

On the road (movie Garret H.)

Maurice Compte

Chopping block, might get canceled

MCU - what comes next -✋🏾

Not canceled but not sure when I’ll start again

Some kind of blue (Thomas Shelby x ofc)

Writing celebrations, challenges

Frightfest -✋🏾

Writer Iron Chef 💜

Writer Wednesday ✋🏾

Other challenges

* on hold, creator had left tumblr but I’d like to finish these after I get some wips done , also see pinned post

Vikings x

Triple frontier /Soa crossover x

Finished fics & almost finished fics

🦋 remember

Previews post to tumblr (minus some exceptions) and full work only posts to A03

I do not do taglists

Reblogs mean more and do more than likes

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I do not do requests anymore. That era is over.

I mainly reblog others via reblog accounts. Saving; @artesreadinglist | read @arte-is-now-reading | narcos home @narcos-narcosmx | gifs, art, etc @adrikamoon (I have some others too, these are the main ones) main is for random stuff, personal, my previews, etc

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[brokenhardies]

Siobhan’s semi-embarassing Power Rangers LGBT+ headcanons.

Note, I’m including the ones that I’m pretty sure are mine and mine alone, not including hcs discussed in @nyx-oskurita​‘s posts on the subject. (1 | 2 | 3)

Ronny Robinson - Lesbian

idk why she just gave me BIG lesbian vibes lmao, I know there was teasing between her and Will but it always struck me as friendly competition moreso than a actual relationship. Plus there’s the whole ‘disguising as Freya’ episode

Dax Lo - Trans OR Nonbinary

I KNOW Dax is most likely a traditional Asian name, I get it. However, when I first heard the name Dax said in regards to him my first thought was “is that made up?”, that is the most trans thing I’ve ever seen. He could be nonbinary as well, but trans works more due to the whole “feeling less masculine and cool than the action movie stars he doubles for” issue he has

RJ James - Gay

Another one where it’s more vibes than an actual confirmation. Plus his relationship with his father reminds me a lot of the typical semi-awkward “I’m okay with you being gay but it isn’t what I would’ve wanted for you” parent-child relationships that I’ve often seen with friends

Troy Burrows - Asexual (Possibly aromantic?)

I was gonna put my boy Mack here but due to the fact he’s an android (spoilers) that would come across as... Weird(tm) and stereotypey. But Troy is quite possibly the most aroace ranger we’ve had in a while -- he doesn’t seem interested in romantic pursuits at all

The Ninja Steel Rangers - Poly af

This is just my headcanon but considering there’s already a romantic relationship (Calvin & Hayley) in the team, it would make sense that it would probably bleed over into a polycule - sans Levi, of course

Devon Daniels - Asexual, Demiromantic

idk why but Devon doesn’t seem to be that interested in romantic or sexual relationships either. He’s just here to have fun and make friends, although I imagine he could see himself settling down if he got to know somebody as well

Javi Garcia - Bisexual

I’m sorry just LOOK at how he dresses - I don’t wanna be a stereotype enforcer but he LOOKS bisexual. And speaking of Dino Fury

Amelia Jones - Asexual

tbh this could just be me - as a questioning asexual - claiming her for us but like I could see it!

[serendipitywrites]

Hi, Nyx. I don't think I've properly introduced myself but: hey there, ho there, hi there, I'm Javi. Pleasure to meet you and Happy New Year!

Hello ~ it’s nice to meet you! ☺️ I’m always way too awkward to say hi first, so this is everything ✌️💕 also, same to you! sending  you some good vibes for 2021 😌

[thegoldenyearsrp]

      ¡Bienvenida a tus años dorados, Bellatrix Lestrange!

¡Felicidades, Javi! Tu audición ha sido aceptada, nos alegra mucho tenerte por aquí. Tienes 48 horas para mandar tu cuenta e incorporarte al roleplay. Esperamos disfrutes tu estancia y cualquier duda, estamos para servirte. ¡Gracias por tu interés!

moony.

{ NOTA: El cambio de FC queda aceptado. En cuanto a su ocupación, estaremos actualizando su biografía acorde entonces. Y no olvides que  ✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* \(◕‿◕✿)/ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ }

→ PERSONAJE CANON

✦ DATOS IC

DATOS PERSONALES

Personaje deseado: Bellatrix Black Lestrange.

Apodo: Bella, pero solo personas selectas como Narcissa pueden llamarla así.

FC: Margaret Qualley.

Fecha de nacimiento: 12 de noviembre.

Padres: Druella Black y Cynus Black III.

Hermanos: Andromeda Tonks y Narcissa Malfoy.

Mascota: Una lechuza negra, llamada Nyx. Considera inútiles las mascotas realmente y una vez que el ave esté vieja, probablemente la asesinará con sus propias manos como ha hecho con otras. Sin embargo, sabe que al final del día son un forma de comunicarse, solo por eso el animal sigue con vida.

Alianza: Mortífagos.

CARACTERÍSTICAS MÁGICAS  

Boggart: Lord Voldemort, mirándola con una expresión decepcionada y rabiosa, apuntándola con su varita. No le teme a él, ella idolatra al Señor Tenebroso. Teme decepcionarlo, teme no ser lo que él esperaba que ella fuese.

Patronus: Es incapaz de producirlo.

Varita: Nogal. Esa madera se encuentra con mentes especiales, brujas y magos innovadores. Si el propietario tiene carácter, la varita realizará cualquier cosa que su amo desee. Suelen ser varitas peligrosas en las manos equivocadas (como las de ella). Núcleo de fibra de corazón de dragón. Produce las varitas más poderosas, que aprenden más rápido que otras y pueden realizar los hechizos más llamativos. Son las más fáciles de usar para las Artes Oscuras. 32,38 centímetros. Rígida.

Amortentia: Humo. El fuego es destrucción y el humo es lo que viene después. Bellatrix quiere ver el mundo arder a sus pies y el humo sería sinónimo de que logró su cometido. Sangre. Hay muchos que no huelen la sangre, pero Bellatrix cree que el olor metálico de la misma es notorio, se siente. Ella lo ha sentido muchas veces en su vida. Flores. El único aroma dulce, le recuerda a su hermana menor, la única persona que de verdad quiere.  

Espejo de Oesed: Se ve a sí misma, junto a Lord Voldemort, alzándose sobre el resto como iguales. Hay una pila de cadáveres cerca. Traidores e impuros. Reconoce a algunos, como a Sirius y Andrómeda, traidores que no merecían el apellido de su familia y no eran más que desgracias. En el futuro que ella ve como ideal, lo que más desea, escorias como ellos ya no estarían presentes.

ETCÉTERA

¿Algún cambio? 

El FC ♥ También se me ocurría, en cuanto a la ocupación, que figure como desempleada. Considerando su estatus, se esperaría de ella que sea una dueña de casa, una señora como su madre, pero en realidad su falta de empleo se debe a las misiones que está haciendo constantemente, muchas de ellas ideas propias que le sugiere al Señor Tenebroso, como viajes en búsqueda de apoyo extranjero y otras cosas que pudiesen ser necesarias. Se dedica  24/7 a Voldemort porque ✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* \(◕‿◕✿)/ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

¿Por qué escogiste a este personaje? 

Bellatrix es un personaje especial, siempre me gustó porque sí, es muy mala, pero es un buen personaje. Aparte igual me gusta la idea de rolearla ahora, cuando está loca pero no tanto realmente. Siento que Bellatrix antes de Azkaban igual tenía algo de cordura y era más “calculadora”, y Azkaban la chaló de verdad. Además quería otro morti, jé.

¿Cómo ves al personaje psicológicamente?

Bellatrix creció con su madre diciéndole que era especial, que era poderosa, que era superior. Su padre siempre la trató como una adulta, siempre la puso más arriba. Con esa crianza, no es raro que Bellatrix hasta el día de hoy se mueva con aires de grandeza y creyendo que el mundo es suyo. Nunca fue una niña, porque siempre estuvo centrada en lo que quería y cómo lo quería, siempre actuó un poco más arriba de cómo debería para su edad. Y también siempre hubo algo que estaba mal con ella.

Todos le tenían miedo cuando era pequeña. Muchos le siguen temiendo ahora y hacen bien en hacerlo, porque Bellatrix es una mujer cruel. Es dura, está llena de odio, no tiene piedad ni consideraciones por nadie. Si alguien está en su camino, lo saca. Lo saca con gritos o lo saca con maleficios, pero lo saca. Si alguien hace algo que no le gusta, o es algo que no le gusta, ella los hace pagar.

Es fría, astuta y muy inteligente. Piensa sus venganzas y sus ataques, porque le gusta hacer sufrir. Incluso Dumbledore lo diría años después: le gusta jugar con su comida antes de devorarla. Pero no puede ser así siempre, porque hay una parte de ella que está desquiciada y no puede (ni quiere) silenciarla. Esa parte que grita, rompe cosas y ataca antes de recibir un ataque ella. Esa parte de ella que cuando niña mataba conejos, por el puro placer de verlos sufrir y de asustar a Andrómeda, y que ahora de adulta mata personas, por el placer de ver la vida dejar su cuerpo. Si contiene ese lado es porque no quiere decepcionar a Lord Voldemort y sabe que si lo deja libre, terminará descubierta y Azkaban, fallando en su labor de servirle.

Rencorosa y desconfiada. Si pudiera sacarse la sombra para no ser seguida por nadie, lo haría. Cree que no puede confiar en absolutamente nadie, porque todos son inferiores a ellas y nadie hará bien lo que tienen que hacer. Está podrida por dentro, nunca se le ve feliz, pero cuando se le asoma una sonrisa, es la sonrisa más retorcida y cruel, porque solo aparece ante la idea de hacerle daño a otro (o cuando ya lo ha hecho).

[houghtonhq]

congratulations, you’ve been accepted to houghton academy! please make sure you read our beginner’s checklist, and send in your url within twenty-four hours!

alek kwon ( the nietzsches leader ) - played by nyx

araminta park ( the close friend #1 ) - played by cinnamon

aurora flores ( the academic rival ) - played by sarah

camilla johnson-auriant ( the ex-girlfriend #3 ) - played by beth

cara allen ( the secret hook-up #2 ) - played by jolie

cristina alvares ( the twin sister ) - played by charlie

daniela alvares ( the cousin ), played by brynn

elena márquez ( the best friend ) - played by d

flynn devereaux ( the secret hook-up #1 ) - played by cherry

javi montgomery ( the secret hook-up #3 ) - played by joy

juliet kohama ( the longterm girlfriend ) - played by andy

leonard johnson ( the nietzsches member #2 ) - played by eddie

lysander seo ( the close friend #3 ) - played by joy

teddy alvares-thames ( the half brother ) - played by korie

winona song ( the unrequited crush ) - played by mo

zeke daniels ( the sports rival ) - played by bri

if you didn’t get accepted, you’re always welcome to reapply!

[efasnews]

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[ask-the-succubus-nyx]

Just another dream...

The sun is beginning to set behind the city skyline. Javier watches the sky turn to brilliant hues of purple and orange from his office window. Once the sun has finally gone down and shrouded the church in darkness, Javier goes to light a few candles and say a few much needed prayers. He kneels in front of a statue of the Blessed Virgin and does what he does at the end of every day. He crosses himself and kisses his rosary before standing and going to make sure the pews are clean and the hymnals back in their proper places. He suddenly realizes he is not alone in his church. He can see a woman sitting in a heavily shadowed pew.  This is not an uncommon sight. People seeking guidance sometimes stayed after usual church hours to speak with him privately.  He walks over to the woman, smiling.

From her spot in the pew she watches him; his devotion and faith is clear. This is not exactly a place she wants to find herself when in someone’s dream, but if this is where his mind has gone, then she has no intention of changing it. The church is beautiful, colors of stained glass dancing in candlelight. As she looks around, she wonders how much of this setting is related to their previous encounter, and a half smile crosses her lips. Is he feeling guilty for putting his vows to the test? Nyx’s head is bowed in thought when he approaches, shadows concealing her face. “Good evening Father,” she greets, a trace of humor in her voice.

Her soft and beautiful voice is unmistakable to Javier. He stops dead in his tracks, afraid to get too close to the woman he now knows is in fact a demon. He runs his hands through his dark curls nervously. "What are you doing here Nyx?" He cant bring himself to look at her, out of fear of becoming weak again. "Would have thought a demon would burst into flames inside a Catholic church."

She looks up at him, the smile spreading across her face. “So you know what I am,” she notes lightly. “It’s all about my intentions. I can come into a church as long as I mean no harm to anyone inside.” She doesn’t mention that, regardless of her intention, if she were to touch anything blessed it would burn through her skin like a flame eats through paper. As she watches his body language, she can see how nervous he seems to be. “Are you afraid of me now?” she asks softly.

"Yes, I know. My cousin told me. He apparently is in some Satanic ghost band or something. He happened to mention you and what you really are." Javi is shifting his weight from leg to leg awkwardly. Should he run? Should he grab some holy water and hope that if he throws it on her she goes away? No. He doesn't want to hurt her and he also doesn't want to leave. He opts for taking a seat in a pew across from Nyx. "Why are you here? "

“Your cousin? Is in the church?” This is certainly an interesting turn of events. Nyx wonders who it might be. She’s relieved when he sits, glad he hasn’t run away, and turns to face him. “Because I wanted to see you again,” she shrugs, answering honestly.

He finally looks up at her. Those eyes bore into his very soul. It terrifies him, but he doesn't let his fear show. "Yes, he is. He seems to think rather highly of you actually." Javi is not surprised that she wanted to see him again. She probably came to finish what she started last time they met. Then he recalls what she said about how she was able to be in the church because she had no  intention of harming him or anyone else for that matter. Eros certainly hadn't seemed fearful of Nyx when he spoke about her, so maybe he didn't need to fear her either. "You know I cant sleep with you Nyx. I'm a priest. I'm sure at this point you're well aware of that."

“I know. Can’t blame a girl for trying though,” she grins. She turns a little and catches sight of a Bible resting on the pew near her. “I feel like I’m being watched,” she laughs, shaking her head. Nyx inches away from the book to the end of the bench, closer to him, and sighs. “Whatever you may think about what I am, I promise that I won’t hurt you. I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I wasn’t always a demon, just as you weren’t always a priest.” She pauses, wondering if she should ask the question that’s been lingering in her head since their previous meeting. “...What made you take your vows?”

He smiles slightly at her comment. "God is always watching." He wonders if God keeps tabs on demons as well as humans. He sees her move a bit closer to him but isn't bothered by it. Deep down, he wants her to move even closer still, but he would never admit this to himself.  "I'm not afraid of you. I thought, maybe I should be but, I believe you when you say you won't hurt me. " Javi is surprised to learn that Nyx wasn't always the creature she is now. He is terribly curious now to know about who or what she used to be.  The priest sighs and leans back against the pew. "I joined the priesthood because I was lost. I was always the type of guy who liked to party pretty hard. But the drinking started getting out of control. By the time I was twenty six, I couldn't go more than a few hours without a drink or my hands would start to just shake uncontrollably. I stupidly got involved with some very bad people who ran all sorts of  underground events. Dog fighting, casinos, prostitution, you name it. So then I had this gambling problem on top of the drinking. One morning I woke up on the floor in a strange house covered in my own vomit..." He pauses and looks up at the beautifully rendered fresco of  Mary and baby Jesus on the ceiling. "...and blood. A lot of blood. And it wasn't mine. I decided right then and there that I needed to make a drastic change in my life. So I came to this church. I confessed all my sins to the old priest who used to run this place. I can tell you, I was in that confessional for a very long time." He  chuckled softly. "He suggested I give religion a try. I did and God saved my life and my soul."

She listens to him, concern etched in her face. As he speaks, she can almost see the things he’s describing. She can certainly feel every bit of the emotion that’s tied to the memories. “I’m glad you were saved from a destructive path,” she says, voice soft. Nyx shakes her head; his story is so different from her own. While he had run toward faith, she had run from it. “I can’t imagine faith being a lifeline for me the way it is for you. I wonder though...Do you ever feel as if you might’ve gone from one extreme to another? Obviously this one much safer, but an extreme nonetheless?”

Javi looks down at his hands for a moment before meeting her eyes again. "Maybe I did. But this extreme keeps me in line. Keeps me and everyone around me safe and happy. This church is my home. Through it, God saved me and countless others. Father Martin, the priest I met here all those years ago, taught me to love myself again. And now I'm the one teaching those who come here the same thing." Javier moves down the pew a bit, coming a tiny bit nearer to the succubus. "Tell me about your life. You say you weren't always...what you are now. What happened to you?"

When he asks about her past, she looks away. It’s not something she talks about often, but she supposes it’s only fair since he answered her question about his. “I was human just like you are. My mother was a religious zealot so I got married young because I wanted to get away from her.” Nyx smiles wistfully at the memory of her wedding day. “My husband was everything to me, I loved him with my heart and soul. A few years into our marriage he had a horrible accident and I was so desperate to save him that I made a deal with the Devil. On my own death it would cost my soul in exchange for his life. I didn’t realize my darling husband had been having an affair the whole time or that my death would come as swiftly as it did.” She pauses, shaking her head. At last she meets his eyes, the smile on her lips bitter now. “He murdered me for his mistress.”

As Nyx spoke Javi’s expression turned to one of true sadness. So she had given away her immortal soul to save the life of someone she loved. Her story broke his heart. The priest got up from the pew he was seated on and sat right next to Nyx. He reached out took hold of her hand. "I am so very sorry for everything you went through. I'm sure nothing I say can really help you, but I think what you did was incredibly selfless. You did it out of love. As for your husband,  he was clearly an idiot for not realizing what he had." He squeezes her hand slightly and inches closer to her.

“Thank you,” she whispers, leaning her head on his shoulder. She squeezes his hand back and pushes the memories away. “It took me a long time to realize that what he did wasn’t my fault. Some men are real pieces of work, but at least I’m free of my ex husband. He was nothing like what I’d thought. I guess in a weird way I got a second chance because of Satan. This isn’t a terrible life that I lead now.”

When Nyx leans on him, Javi’s entire body tenses up and his pulse quickens. He's not sure if its because he’s afraid of having his soul stolen, or if it’s because he feels something for her. He’s physically attracted to her, there can be no doubt about that, but after hearing her story and learning what a good person she was in life, it felt like something more. Slowly, he puts a comforting arm over her shoulder. He knows he shouldn't, but he does it regardless.

There’s something incredibly sweet in the way he’s trying to console her and the irony here is not lost on Nyx. A priest comforting a demon under the roof of a Catholic Church has to be one for the books. Despite how ridiculous the situation is, his gentleness is more than welcome. She turns into him, resting her head lightly on his chest. Nyx can read his heartbeat more clearly now and she smiles. “Nervous?” she asks, her voice lightly humorous. She places her hand over the center of his chest. “Your heart is racing.”

The priest turns his head toward Nyx as she lays her head against his chest. He revels in the feeling of her silky black hair against his chin. "I'm not sure nervous is the right word..." He can feel himself blushing and hopes she doesn't notice. Why was this happening to him? He’s known countless beautiful women since he joined the priesthood and not a single one has ever had such an effect on him. He desperately wants to believe it’s because of what she is. Succubi steal the souls of weak and unsuspecting men. It’s what they do.  But if that was all Nyx wanted of him, surely she would have done it by now. Never had he imagined that a demon could be so...human. She was broken. She had suffered in the name of love. He is slowly beginning to question all that he knows.

He seems so conflicted to her. It’s clear that his faith had never prepared him for the reality that not all demons started out as evil. “Not nervous? Then what?” Her tone is playful and she tilts her head to catch a glimpse of his face. What she sees surprises her. His cheeks are flushed with color and that makes her smile. So she does have an effect on him, no matter how hard he might want to fight it. “Hmm you seem a little warm. Feeling alright?”

Javi clears his throat. "I, uh..." He pulls away from her slightly and nervously runs his hands through his hair. "I don't know what I'm feeling right now. You just, confound me a bit, I suppose.” He smiles warmly at her and stands, offering her a hand. "How about we go for a walk. Have you ever been to a Venezuelan festival? The Carúpano Carnaval is going on. I think you'd enjoy it." Suddenly the echoing sounds of steel drums and salsa music can be heard blaring through the city streets just outside the Basilica.

Nyx grins up at him, placing her hand in his as she stands. “No I’ve never been to one before. Let’s go.” The music outside is full of energy and she can’t wait to see what else is out there. She holds his hand as they walk out of the church together and has to admit she feels a sense of relief to be out of it.

[confesstofatherjavier]

((Yeah it's basically a novella at this point lol))

Is there more to the rp between Nyx and Javier? I really like them together!!

((I’m so glad you like them! And yes! There’s a lot more to it. Javier’s mun and I have written quite a bit together off Tumblr and we’ll be posting it here.)) 

[ask-the-succubus-nyx]

Just another dream

As he closes his eyes in the dream, the succubus can feel a shift in their surroundings. She realizes that he’s slowly waking up, the world around them fading back into the darkened reality of his hotel room. She groans at this, silently cursing another interrupted chance. Nyx is still linked with his mind for a brief moment as he becomes conscious and she can sense the emptiness he feels. Feeling this, instead of vanishing along with the dream, she materializes. She’s sitting on the end of his bed facing him, wearing the same black dress she’d been wearing in the dream, her eyes glowing dimly in the shadow filled room. “Javier...”

The sound of her voice startles Javi so much that he actually falls out of bed. He hits the floor hard, too tired to have the where with all to break his own fall. He ignores the pain that hitting his head on the floor has caused him and stands up quickly. There she is, in the flesh, just sitting on the foot of his bed as though everything were normal. "Nyx?" He goes to sit by her side, smiling. He starts to embrace her, but then remembers that they aren't in his dream anymore. He pulls back and looks down at the gold cross hanging from his neck.

Nyx gasps when he falls and hits the floor with a thud, grey eyes wide; she hadn’t meant to scare him. When he gets up she’s relieved that he doesn’t seem hurt too badly. She smiles back as he sits down, but it fades when he moves away. His conscience is clearly getting the better of him here in the waking world and, despite herself, the succubus can’t help but be bothered by that. “I thought you’d be glad to see me,” she comments softly. Nyx tilts his face back upward, hand gently brushing over his cheek. “Is your head alright?”

Javier rubs the side of his head he landed on. He's definitely going to have a bump there tomorrow. The touch of her hand against his cheek causes goosebumps to rise up on his sun kissed flesh. It didn't surprise him one bit. Ever since he learned from Eros that Nyx was a real person and not just some amazing and beautiful creature his imagination had conjured, he's been aching to know what her touch would feel like. "I'll survive." Her eyes look exactly the same in the waking world as they did in his dreams and he fights to not lose himself within those hypnotic orbs. “It's not that I'm not glad to see you, it’s just, things in real life are more complicated for me." He sighs and looks away from her.

“I know they are,” she replies. She reaches over and takes his hand in hers, squeezing gently for a moment, her way of telling him that she understands the conflict her presence causes him. As Nyx studies his posture, her eyes narrow slightly. “Are you sure you’re alright?” she asks again. The resounding thud as his head had hit the floor echoes in her mind. “That was some hit you took.” She rises and goes over to the small refrigerator in the room to retrieve some ice. Leaning close, she carefully moves his hair away to examine his head, beginning to worry that he might be more hurt than he thinks. She presses the ice to the spot, holding it in place.

"Uh, maybe not." He puts his head in his hands. In Javi's former life of drinking to excess and general recklessness, he would often sustain head injuries that more often than not, ended up in him having concussions. Once Nyx gets up he realizes how dizzy he is and just how badly his head really does hurt. She's only gone for a moment, but by time she returns he's starting to feel a bit queasy.

“Maybe you should lie down?” she suggests. Nyx gently tugs him toward the pillows and eases him down against them. She looks at his eyes closely to see if they look glazed over or unfocused, hoping he doesn’t have a concussion. “I think we can safely say I’m not leaving you alone tonight.” She gives him a half smile. “I do promise to behave myself though,” she adds, tone lightly playful, trying to distract him from what she’s sure is a pulsing headache.

Javi doesn't argue with her. The room is spinning a bit now and lying down on the soft warm bed is a welcome comfort. He chuckles softly at her comment and closes his eyes again. He believes what she says and is happy she's here with him. He reaches his arm out to Nyx, hoping she will accept the invitation to lie next to him. At the moment, he's too distracted by his head injury to even think about wanting to have sex with her. "This is not how I imagined our first real life meeting would go." He mumbles against his pillow.

Nyx starts to laugh. “All my fault for making you fall. At least it’s memorable.” Her expression softens when he outstretches his hand toward her. She shifts over, moving her dark hair out of the way and lays beside him. A pale hand rests gently on him; her concern is genuine, all thoughts of seducing him have temporarily gone out the window.

Javier sighs happily, in spite of his splitting headache and drapes a bare arm over Nyx's shoulder. He's only wearing a pair of boxers and no shirt, so he's glad that this current interaction has little to no chance of becoming sexual. "It would have been memorable even without the concussion." He opens his eyes to gaze at her lovely face. "I'm sure you leave a lasting impression no matter what you're doing." He gently strokes the smooth soft skin of her shoulder.

At his comment she looks up at his face. “I do,” she winks jokingly. “That’s sweet of you to say though,” she adds softly. Nyx nestles closer into the warmth of his skin and touch, sighing. Her head is on his chest, her hand over his heart. This is the most human the succubus has felt in a very long time and the realization that she doesn’t mind startles her a bit.

"At least you can admit it." He laughs, but winces and squeezes his eyes shut. The vibration of his own laughter was enough to make his head throb. Javi's stomach is in knots. Not just because of his head, but because Nyx is actually here, in bed with him. Just lying there and being held and cared for by her was just as amazing as he imagined sex with her would be. At least, that's what he's telling himself. He wraps his other arm around her and buries his face in her dark hair. "So my cousin seems to like you. Apparently his boyfriend is a ghoul. Seems there all kinds of interesting people connected with the church of Ghost."

Nyx’s whole body is completely relaxed; this is the most at ease she’s allowed herself to be with someone and it feels nice. His comment though makes her eyes shoot open in surprise. “A ghoul?” She blinks slowly. “Wait…Your cousin is Ifrit?” If Nyx had been lying anywhere else but his arms at the moment, there’s almost no doubt she’d have fallen to the floor and hit her head much as he did. “Blue eyes, gorgeous curls, mischievous little fuck Ifrit?”

"Well he has curly hair and is a mischievous little..but his name is Eros. I don't know anyone named Ifrit." Javi shivers slightly. He's not exactly used to this cold Swedish winter. He blindly reaches down near his waist and fumbles to pull the plush hotel comforter over top of himself and Nyx.

“The Church doesn’t allow members to use their real names,” she says with a little shrug. Nyx makes a mental note to ask the fire ghoul about his name the next time she sees him. As Javier shivers, she helps pull the blanket upward, her hand brushing over him lightly as she does. “Am I sucking all the warmth away from you?” she asks playfully. She knows her skin can be cool to the touch sometimes, plus he doesn’t seem too accustomed to the temperature of the space around them. Even though the heat is on, snow is falling outside the window and a chill has crept into the room.

"That's interesting. I'll be honest, I wasn't all that thrilled to find him there. I mean, I was really happy to see him but, to find him living in a Satanic church and wearing this ghoul mask. It was odd to say the least." Javi turns onto his side then and rests his head in the crook of Nyx's neck. She smells incredible and he can’t help but let out a tiny sigh of longing. "No, you're not. Even if you were, I still wouldn't kick you out of bed." He smiles against her pale neck.

“I’ll bet it was quite a surprise.” Finding out your relative has joined a Satan worshipping church would be unsettling for most people, let alone a priest. When he turns into her neck, Nyx starts to giggle, the scruff on his face tickling her skin. She runs her hand through his hair, absentmindedly twisting the curls around her fingertips, careful to avoid the hurt part of his head. “You wouldn’t?” she teases quietly, “Why’s that?”

"Sorry." Javi had forgotten that facial hair can tickle people. He hasn't exactly gotten close enough to a woman for that to happen in a very long time. He purrs contentedly at her playing with his hair. That was always something he loved for women to do. He scoffs slightly at her question. "You know exactly why..." He runs his hand down her side, letting it come to rest just above her hip.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” she smiles in reply to his apology. And she truly doesn’t. The answer he gives to her question makes her smile widen to a grin. “I do?” Nyx feigns innocence, though her tone is far less than convincing. A shiver runs over her at his touch and she’s beginning to realize that while she certainly has an effect on him, he also has one on her. The hand in his hair smooths from the back of his head to his neck, over his shoulder, and down his arm.

Javier knows he can’t make love to Nyx, no matter how badly he would like too. But that doesn't mean he can’t be physically intimate with her in some other way. He shifts his body upward slightly on the pillow he shares with the succubus so their faces are close to one another. He raises his hand up and beginning at her forehead, he delicately runs the tips of his fingers over every flawless line of her face. Her brows, her cheeks, her nose and chin. He wants to memorize every inch of her beautiful face.

Nyx closes her eyes to focus on the way it feels, dark lashes brushing over his fingertips. The gesture is so tender that she can’t help but sigh. Her lips quirk upward into a smile when his hand moves over them, and her silver eyes reopen, twinkling with mirth. She leans in and cups his cheek, pressing a gentle, chaste kiss to the side of his face.

Javi's eyes flutter shut as she kisses him. He should tell her not to; that if she kisses him, he'll want to kiss her back and he just can't do that. Instead, he brings his hand further up and into her hair, running his fingers through it from root to end. "If I fell back asleep right now, would you be there waiting for me?" He whispers softly as he leans his forehead against hers.

Her thumb caresses his cheek lightly and she nods. “Yes,” she murmurs. “I’d be there.” His lips are only inches away from hers and she wants so badly to close the space between them, but knows that she can’t. He can’t. At least not here. “Close your eyes,” she breathes.