#Lune looks huge help

[dozen-arrows-in-my-chest]

Neither of them know what the shaking and the piercing distant scream meant, but the achievement notice poping up over the players head foretold nothing good. // @brimstone-and-cinnabar 's "The Rising Storm" Event!

[astrxealis]

OH MY FUCKING GOD I AM. very happy. my speech i had to give that i crammed on bcs i was really anxious about even just thinking it and i had to deliver it memorized and in front of the whole class for the first time in years? i only got. minus 1.25

[freshstitches]

I finally published the project for my dice roll scarf that went viral last month. If you love dice games, you'll enjoy knitting this pattern.

The color work in this project is determined by an algorithm, a set of rules that determine the final outcome. There isn't an exact set of instructions for this project. Instead, the knitter uses four 10-sided dice or a random number generator to pick the length of the colorwork in each row. 

The result is a staggered stripe sequence along the edge of the shawl. There are trillions of unique outcomes, so no two projects turn out exactly alike. The pattern uses about 500 yards of yarn in total, but the amount of each color that you'll need is randomly determined. Before publishing, I wanted to find out the minimum and maximum amount of each color required to make the project and the probability of each outcome.

The knowledge needed to calculate the yardage was a bit beyond my skill level, but my friend Mary W. Martin helped me gather this info. I used an online probability calculator to find out the probability of each unique stitch count. The results are slightly different depending on whether you use four 10-sided dice (blue) or pick a random number (yellow), but 99% of all possible results fall within a very small range. 

It was an interesting little tangent, but not hugely important to the actual knitting pattern. I can, however, confidently say there is a >99.9% chance that you'll need a 2nd skein of the main color. If you want to know more about the math, you should check out my project notes on Ravelry. 

The thick and thin striped colorwork is created with a super simple "long stitch" technique. The pattern looks great in fluffy mohair or contrasting colors of basic wool and the instructions include some basic tips for substituting yarns or changing the gauge.

Finished Size: 18 x 68” (46 x 172 cm) rectangular wrap.

Yarn: Approx. 315 yards (288 m) of MC and approx. 264 yards (241 m) of CC. Yardage may vary, see notes on yardage below and yardage chart in photos.

• Main Color (2 skeins) - JMR Studio Worsted Weight Mohair, 245 yards (225 m) per 4 oz; 78% Mohair, 13% Wool, 9% Nylon.

• Contrast Color (1 skein each, both yarns held together) - JMR Studio Fingering Weight Mohair, 320 yards (293 m) per 100g; 63% Silk, 23% Kid Mohair, 11% Nylon, 3% Polyester Held with Lavender Lune Yarn Co. Suri Alpaca, 328 yards (300 m) per 50g; 74% Suri Alpaca, 26% Silk.

Yardage: The amount of each color used for this pattern fluctuates based on the random numbers used to determine the stitch pattern. MC uses approx. 233 to 315 yards (213 to 288m) and CC uses approx. 182 to 264 yards (166 to 241m). 99% of possible results fall within a much smaller range. The Yardage Chart shows the distribution of all potential yardage outcomes.

Needles: Size 8 (5 mm) straight needles, or size needed to obtain gauge. NOTE: Straight needles work best with long stitches. Circular needles with a thin cord allow the long stitches to tighten and stretch, making them harder to manipulate.

Gauge: 12 sts x 14 rows = 4 x 4” (10 x 10 cm) square in pattern.

Other Materials: 10 sided die or random number generator, stitch marker, scale, tapestry needle.

Generating numbers: In my sample, I used four ten-sided dice (D10) to choose a number between 4 and 40 sts. If you don't have dice, you can use an online app like RANDOM.org to generate your numbers. If you follow this link, you'll get a list of 63 integers between 4 and 40. NOTE: Each time you visit the link or refresh the page, the list changes. You can also just choose numbers as you knit.

Pattern is available on my website and on Ravelry.

[sant-riley]

[Ghost x fem!reader blurb]

this is for the girlies who can't drive for shit and don't have their license <3 it's me. I'm girly.

Notes: Extremely short, about 400-500 words, She/her pronouns aren't used but he does call you girl. Use of the nickname "Runt." No established relationship. Lmk if I missed anything!

~

"You know I can drive right?" You murmured, looking up from your phone as you sat on the passenger side.

Ghost was rubbing his nose bridge, sighing heavily at the traffic on the road.

He was slouched back in his seat, legs spread wide in his seat as his eyes closed forcibly. It was a treat to see him in civilian clothing, a real one.

A small part of you hummed with contentment knowing you were one of the very few to get to see him like this often.

You two were the off base for a week-long break, choosing to spend it together as you both usually did. It was too much hassle to head back home on your end and Ghost enjoyed your company.

It wasn't rare to see the pair of you get back to base together and return as well. You had worried about what the others could say but that was quickly silenced when Ghost shot a glance at you with a look of "I don't give a fuck." which silenced your worries.

Snapping out of your running thoughts, You swore you could hear the creak of his neck twisting towards you, Simon's eyes snapping open and looking at you incredulously.

"What? No." He turned his head back to the road, inching the truck closer to the light. You could see his eyes roll too.

"You don't look like you want to, so let me." Rolling your eyes in return, moving to undo your seatbelt so you could do a quick swap as the light was red.

"Runt, no." A big hand covered your hand, pushing your own away, leaving as soon as it was there.

"And why not?" You raise an eyebrow, narrowing your eyes.

"For starters, you're a shit driver in the states, can't imagine you driving here in Manchester." He stated it was a fact. He shrugged like y'all were talking about the weather. Fucker.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean-" You stuttered, huffing as he doubted you. He wasn't wrong but did he have to fucking phrase it like that?

Ghost couldn't help the smirk growing on his face at your pout, letting out a low chuckle.

"It means what it means, runt. Second of all, it's not your job." He poked fun at you, licking his lips under his mask as he focused his eyes back on the road.

"What the fuck does that mean, 'my job?' Don't tell me you're playing stereotypes on me."

You grumbled, crossing your arms as you stared out the window, watching the people on the sidewalks.

"No, don't be stupid." He should be offended, to think you'd say that but to be fair, he couldn't blame you.

"Okay so tell me!" The whine left your lips, staring at his side profile, puffing your chest as you tried to get him to meet your eyes with his own.

"Pretty girls don't drive, simple as that."

His huge hand patted your thigh, sending a shiver down your spine as you felt the blood rush to your face.

All he could do was snicker as he stepped on the gas pedal, his hand warming your skin as he drove.

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[kykyonthemoon]

The first bouquet: For reunion and childhood memories

⭑.ᐟ The Little Flower Shop In Linkon ( Long fic) - Table of contents

⭑.ᐟ L&D Masterlist

Word count for this chapter: 2k5

When the late spring hues began to bloom, Lunaire decided it was time to open her own flower shop.

That property was on a quite ancient and peaceful street. Finding a calm space like this amid crowded Linkon, near the city center, was a blessing. The shop consisted of a ground floor that was a commercial space, on the side was a wooden staircase covered with vines leading to the upper floor separated from below. It became Lunaire's living space - a modest house with full amenities for one person.

That property was formerly owned by Lunaire's grandmother's long-time acquaintance. They opted to live overseas and sell it. With her savings over the years, Lunaire could only afford a lower floor. Although her grandmother intended to help her, she did not accept and was still working hard to be able to buy the house above.

After some renovation and rearrangement, Lunaire was able to officially move in on a late spring day.

Her flower shop, Elysium, would be open that weekend. Everything was well, thanks to her grandmother and Caleb, who frequently came to support her. They were now in the kitchen, and Lunaire sat on the floor, holding a huge cardboard box filled with beautiful objects from her previous home. Most of them were older than ten years. Lunaire had a passion for preserving artifacts related with specific memories.

The box gradually emptied once the objects were displayed in new positions. Her palm met something chilly at the bottom. It was a box made of wood. The familiar icy air emanating it drew Lunaire's attention. It had been a while since she had opened it.

Lunaire lifted the box with her hand. It had been on her desk for many years, stretching back to her childhood. She vividly remembered what was inside: plump, snow-white seals presented to her. But since the person who gifted them to her departed, Lunaire no longer desired to open the box and look at them.

That was why the box was always carefully tucked away in a corner of her desk. Sometimes, when she missed that certain person, she would softly touch it, allowing chilly air to flow through her palm. For a brief moment, she imagined her childhood friend standing in front of her, with the same appearance as before, encouraging her to keep studying or soothing her when she was in a bad mood. But it would all disappear when she returned to reality and realized that what she was holding on to were just memories.

"Lunch is ready." Grandma's words echoed from the kitchen. She quickly emerged. "Oh, you've found that box?"

Grandma, more than anyone else, acknowledged the value of the wooden box in Lunaire's hands and the memories contained within it. So she was astonished when her granddaughter did not bring it with her to the new residence on the first day. The next day, when the girl came to get something else, grandma quietly placed this box in her cardboard box. How silly that Lunaire then rummaged through her old room just to find it, almost crying because she accidentally lost such a precious thing. Of course, her grandma had not told her where the box was. She thought that sometimes her granddaughter had to truly lose something first to eventually admit how much she needed it later.

"Yes." Lunaire answered. "But I don't remember putting it here."

"Sometimes you still forget things here and there." Grandma's bright grin puzzled her a little. "Once you discover it again, be mindful of it. It would be a shame if you lost it for good one day!"

Before Lunaire could reply, Caleb's voice burst out:

"Grandma Céline. Lune! Let's have lunch!"

Lunch was served in Lunaire's brand new and cozy kitchen. She and Caleb prepared the dishes. Lunaire felt a twinge of sadness as she realized that after living alone here, she would no longer be able to enjoy her grandmother's cuisine every day.

In recent years, she had frequently had to leave her home to engage in EVER's research projects. Not long after returning, Lunaire moved out again. Only her grandma was left alone at home. However, she constantly claimed that she was not alone because Caleb's grandma lived right next to her.

When she was a child and moved to the Bloomshore district with her grandmother, Lunaire became Caleb's next-door neighbor. He also resided with his grandma. The two kids instantly became friends. To her, Caleb was like a big brother who always protected her. Currently, because he was on leave, he came home to visit, but then Lunaire bothered him again, asking for all kinds of help with her new shop and home. Despite his complaints, he was still willing to assist her.

After lunch, her grandmother said she wanted to go downstairs to see how the flowers in the shop were doing. Lunaire's maternal side of the family had a strong connection to plants. She also inherited the bloodline believed to be from witches. To others, this ability was known as Evol, but her family called it magic.

Grandmother seemed pleased with how Lunaire displayed and adorned the shop. It resembled their modest garden, particularly the light-filled tea area. She assisted her with the plants as Caleb checked the shop's lights. Lunaire was waiting for an electrician to arrive and install extra lights that day. Everything came into place, leaving her absolutely thrilled.

Suddenly, she heard a clanking sound in the corner of the shop. Grandma hugged her chest and knelt on the floor.

Some members of Lunaire's maternal family have exceptional talents. They have the ability to influence the Evol of others, either increasing or decreasing their strength. But that type of impact comes at a cost. If someone utilizes such power excessively, their body will be destroyed in a variety of ways.

Grandma Céline frequently suffered from heart attacks. When she was younger, things were not as dreadful. However, as she grew older, the suffering increased longer and more powerful. That was why she had not used her Evol in a while.

That day, she intended to use a little of her power to make the flowers in her grandchild's shop bloom exactly on opening day. Unexpectedly, just that little bit would cause her to be hospitalized.

Elysium Flower Shop was located near Akso Hospital. Caleb and Lunaire were waiting in the sparsely populated hallway. Her phone rang. The electrician had arrived at the shop and was waiting. She was about to reschedule for another day when Caleb suggested:

“How about I go back to take care of the shop for you? After finishing work there, I'll get back to the hospital to visit Grandma Céline. Is that Okay?"

"Thank you." Lunaire nodded slightly. Fortunately, Caleb was there for them. 

A nurse arrived shortly after he had departed. She stated that Grandma Céline had recovered consciousness, but that Lunaire needed to first consult with a doctor about the patient's condition before visiting her. Worried, she followed the nurse named Yvonne to the front door of an office. She glanced at the nameplate attached above and thought she was dizzy. 

Yvonne said: “Just go inside. Doctor Zayne is waiting.”

Zayne…

Lunaire's heart rate increased as she heard the name. Perhaps she was not mistaken. Maybe she knew the person in the room. Once.

With her fingers on the doorknob, Lunaire's thoughts strayed back to a day many, many years ago.

The town where the Lunaire family resided has been attacked by Wanderers. The ten-year-old girl lost her relatives and could only follow with the flow of refugees into Linkon city. By the time she regained consciousness, she was surrounded by strangers who were injured and screaming.

The girl shifted her gaze, seeking for any recognized faces. Yet, there was none. As she walked, she inquired whether anybody knew where her parents were. Those tiny legs kept roaming till they became exhausted. She sat down beneath the eaves of an unknown home. In her palm was a melted popsicle, leaving just the vibrant colors on her fingers.

Little Lunaire started to weep. What if she were forever separated from her loved ones? What if no one could find her? What would she do in this utterly unfamiliar city?

At that time, a person approached her. Another child who was older than her had a calmer demeanor. He stood there staring at her, his yellow and green eyes barely showed anything. But then he held out a popsicle in front of her.

“Take it. Don't cry anymore.”

Lunaire gazed at the popsicle, then at the young boy, and finally at her hand. Did he think she was crying because her popsicle had melted? She hesitated for a time before taking the icy present from his palm. She no longer had the heart to wonder where the boy got the ice cream from.

Sweets always made Lunaire feel better. The popsicle had a mild minty flavor. It was not her favorite flavor, but at that very moment it was strangely delicious. While she was eating the treat, the boy sat down next to her on the porch and took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket.

"Wipe your hand." He talked in short sentences, his tone a little frigid. However, he appeared to be rather kind and gentle. To Lunaire back then, everyone was good people. That was why she extended her hand to him.

The boy was a bit astonished. He obviously told her to wipe it off herself, but instead she extended her hand to him. He did not say a word, merely using the handkerchief to cover her palm and carefully wiping away the remaining traces of cream. When his hand touched hers, Lunaire felt a bit of cold mist emanating from it. When she calmed down, she realized that the boy possessed a type of icy Evol.

Lunaire's hands trembled slightly. The boy knew she was a refugee who got lost here and offered to help. He volunteered to take her to where people were seeking sanctuary in the district. There maybe she would find her family. Eventually, Lunaire agreed to it.

The little girl was absolutely unfamiliar with this place. But she kept following the boy. He was considerably taller than her, and his mature appearance gave people the impression that he was immensely reliable. Lunaire occasionally fell behind due to exhaustion. Realizing this, he deliberately walked slower to allow her to catch up. Her legs were not hurt, but they were fatigued and covered in mud. Her face was dirty and her clothes were unkempt. After a long distance, the two children arrived at the district's center, where a big crowd was rushing in the direction of the Wanderers' recent attack.

In the midst of the crowd, Lunaire lost sight of the friend from earlier. While looking blankly to the left and right, she felt a squeeze on her hand. He found her.

"Let's go. We're almost there.”

Lunaire's tiny fingers intertwined with his, allowing him to guide her through the crowd. All turmoil appeared to have subsided. Finally, they arrived at the shelter. But the boy remained with Lunaire for a while longer, until her grandmother found her.

That boy was Zayne. And after several years, they met again at Akso Hospital.

Lunaire walked into the minimally decorated office. An individual sat behind a desk, focusing intensely on the computer screen.  The typing on the keyboard stopped. He lifted his head. Through his thin glasses, their eyes met.

Lunaire would always remember that childhood friend's eyes. Everything about he could change; his appearance, his voice, his address; yet those eyes remained the most gentle. It had been too long. She had imagined the moment they met again, the things she would say to him. But when they actually met, her mind became empty.

He was the first to say: "Come here."

Still so gentle. 

Lunaire moved closer. She felt like her feet failed to walk anymore. She sat down in the chair near his desk.

"Grandma Céline is fine." He spoke as if he had sensed what she was worrying about. "She used Evol again, which caused the previous illness to recur. She will have to stay here to be monitored over the remainder of the day. If everything goes well, she can leave tomorrow morning.”

"Thanks, Z..." "Dr. Zayne." Lunaire spoke.

Zayne glanced at her swiftly and handed her a piece of paper.

"Fill this out."

He remained as reticent as he had been as a child. She snatched it from him. She assumed it was Grandma Céline's paper, but it had her full name written on it. The messy handwriting made her have to squint her eyes to read it over and over again before she could recognize her name being there.

"This is?…" 

"Yours." Zayne responded without glancing at her. He resumed his work on his computer screen. "You need regular health check-ups."

Zayne turned to look at her and replied:

“Grandma Céline and you own the same kind of Evol. Do you still feel pain in your heart at times?"

Lunaire nodded slightly. Zayne was well aware of this since as a child, he had witnessed her go through a similar predicament. 

“But it was only fleeting,” she continued.

“Nevertheless, you should be checked. I already spoke to Grandma Céline about this. She also agreed that you should both have regular health check-ups."

“All right…” Lunaire replied. She raised her head, looking for a pen on Zayne's desk. He immediately reached into his pocket for one and handed it to her.

"Thank you." She took it. At that time, she unintentionally noticed the scars on Zayne's hands. He promptly retracted it. 

Lunaire began filling out her information on the paper in silence. But in her heart, she wanted to ask him countless questions; about Grandma Céline, about him. How had he lived these past years? Where had he set foot to? Who had he met? What had he gained and lost during the time?

Finally, as late afternoon fell on the pot of jasmine in the window - the only plant present in Zayne's office - Lunaire handed him the paper. It was time for her to go see her grandmother. 

“Thank you, Doctor Zayne.” Lunaire said as she stood up. The reunion that she was looking forward to may have to wait a bit longer. For this meeting, it ended here. 

Lunaire walked out the door with unprecedented awkwardness. When she looked back, she found Zayne staring at her from his side of the desk. She smiled.

“By the way, I have a flower shop nearby. Elysium Flower Shop. This weekend will mark its grand opening. If... Doctor Zayne has time, perhaps stop by for a bit? I will be delighted if he does…”

Lunaire hesitantly observed Zayne's expression. His face remained the same, nothing had altered to indicate whether he would agree, or if he was happy to see her again. Zayne simply replied: "I will see."

Lunaire nodded slightly to say goodbye to him, attempting to disguise the disappointment that was quickly showing on her face. 

When the door closed behind the girl, the jasmine bud in Dr. Zayne's window suddenly stretched out, bursting with white petals. He smiled a little, realizing it was a present from his childhood friend.

Artwork: commissioned by me.

Artist: Thiếu I-ốt

[och405o]

Hey lol, can i request an &team reaction to their sunbae idol s/o (who's the leader dancer and rapper and is also from hybe) mentioning them on a show or in a live and saying that they love their content/music and that their rlly handsome(like cmon their gorgeous) and they like find out from fans and fanboy over them and they didn't know that they were watching the live...and ima stop there cuz it's so long srry (i'm the same anon who asked u just now btw even tho it's lowkey obvious)

Anyway hope ur doing great and hope this helped ur writing block. Luv uuu<33

&Team reaction to idol s/o mentioning them on live

Andy’s notes: Hi anon!! Thank you for requesting!! I hope you enjoy this 🫶🫶

Summary: While live a fan asked your opinion on the group &team, giving you the opportunity to talk about your perfect boyfriend

K:

K had opened Twitter to be met with hundreds of tweets from Lune and your fandom. Obviously the first emotion he felt was confusion and a little panic. He scrolled through the thread and saw the clip from your groups live.

“Oh someone asked if I like &Team. Of course I do! I think my bias is definitely K. He is so handsome and talented, how can someone not like him”

K smiled at the clips, watching it over and over again. I think K would tease you a little about it but would be really happy that you love him so much.

Fuma:

He would be doing a birthday live (Happy belated Fuma day) when people started commenting about your live. He would be confused but as people began to explain it he would understand. He would worry a little about rumors but I think he would be one to reveal it himself with the help of the company before any scandals or rumors started to spread

Nicholas:

(This little shit) He would definitely tease you when he saw all the ships and fan edits of the two of you.

“Awe daring look at this clip you are practically drooling over me.” He would say while siting with you in a practice room. He would absolutely love seeing you talk about him with so much love.

Ej:

I think his first reaction would be to panic. He knows it’s not always a good think when you are trending on Twitter. He would be worried about scandals and rumors, knowing that could affect your careers. I think he try to distance himself from you in front of camera to avoid them. But don’t worry he definitely shows his live when you guys are alone.

Yuma:

He would be watching your live with some of the other guys when your fans started asking for your opinion on their new comeback. Obviously you were excited to talk about it and your amazing boyfriend.

“Oh it was so good they all looked great especially Yuma. He definitely shined in this comeback. I was thinking about learning the choreography for it, what do you guys think?”

Yuma would love it. I think he would get a little shy but overall he would think it was really sweet and definitely would be a little more clingy with you to show his appreciation.

Jo:

Jo was a hard one for me. He would be awkward (plz save him he doesn’t know what to do) people had already started to ship the two of you and Jo was a little worried. He was conflicted. Like obviously he loves you but he doesn’t want to affect your career. He wouldn’t worry as much as Ej but would definitely want to be careful from now on.

Harua:

He would think you are the cutest person to every walk the Earth. He absolutely loved the way your eyes lit up as you gushed about him and the way your cheeks turn a soft shade of red when you realized you talked too long. He would save the video in his phone and watch it at least 5 times a day.

Taki:

Taki would talk about you a lot especially with Niki (Rip Niki) when this happened. Oh boy Niki was ready to rip his own ears off. Taki would not stop bragging about you. He loved that you were so proud of him and that you loved him so much.

Maki:

Maki would feel a huge confidence boost. He wants you to be proud of him and wants to impress you. He is still super young so I think he would be a little awkward about and might even tease you or pretend like it doesn’t affect him when deep down he is so so in love with you

[fyodior]

au calme clair de lune triste et beau

pairing: paul verlaine x reader

cw: vaginal sex, cunnilingus, fem pet names, creampie, french people

notes: first verlaine fic yay! its very fluffy and sweet bc i needed verlaine to cosplay being a nice person ♡ huge thank you to @amythedemisimp for helping me with the tiny bit of french so i didnt look like a complete idiot ♡♡ much love

wc: 2k

“Mmm, good morning, darling,” Verlaine mumbled into your hair as he felt you stir next to him. 

You barely heard him, brain still foggy from only just opening your eyes, but smiled as he wrapped his long arms tighter around your waist. He snaked his hands under the baggy t-shirt you were wearing to press his warm hands against your skin, making you giggle. You intertwined your fingers with his that were resting on your stomach pulling him even closer to you. Nothing ever made you feel safer and more at peace than when you were wrapped in Verlaine’s arms, especially on lazy mornings like this. 

It was the weekend, and you had no idea what time it was, could only see the growing sunlight filtering in through the curtains of the large bay window, and the snores of your cat still curled up in his bed in the corner of the room. The thick comforter draped over you was all tangled up around the two of you as a remnant of Verlaine’s slightly violent sleeping habits, and you laughed quietly to yourself as you remember being woken up at least twice by clumsy flopping and kicking and the incoherent conversations he had with himself in his sleep. 

“What are you laughing about?” he asked, voice deep and scratchy. Though he sounds accusatory, you could feel his toothy smile against the back of your neck as he snuggled closer to you.

“Oh, nothing,” you teased. “Just the 30 minute long argument you seemed to be having with Chuuya in your sleep last night. Brotherly love at its finest.”

“Oh, really? What were we fighting about?”

“I'm not really sure, I think he was asking for your approval to propose to Dazai, and you were so not on board.” Verlaine chuckled. “There were plenty of slurred exclamations of ‘Chuuya, you idiot!’ and intense groaning.” 

“Definitely sounds like how that would go down.” 

You felt the deep, comforting grumble of his chest as he laughed, and thought about how much you wished you could freeze this moment and live in it forever. The warmth radiating from his skin and the way his body melded perfectly against yours, all in the hushed quiet of a morning with no alarms or schedules to meet. 

Verlaine tugged on your waist a bit as a signal to look at him, and you flopped over on your side to gaze dreamily into his silvery-blue eyes. 

“Hi, pretty,” he whispered, a lopsided smile spreading across his face. You blushed and smiled back, somehow still flustered at his flirting after all this time. 

He rested a hand on your bare hip as he slowly leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips, and you sighed contentedly into it. You reached up to gently run your hands through his silky, long blonde hair that you only ever got to see down at night. It started out as a gentle kiss, but your involuntary groans as his familiar lips moved against yours encouraged Verlaine, dipping his tongue into your mouth. He looked at you sideways when you groaned again but pulled back, wrinkling your nose. 

“I love you, but your morning breath tastes pretty bad,” you giggled, making him roll his eyes.

“Guess I’ll have to kiss somewhere else, then,” he said with a tone of feigned defeat. 

Before your still-foggy head could process what he said, Verlaine was all of a sudden flipping you onto your back and snaking between your legs, spreading them and kissing at the soft skin of your inner thighs. All you did was smile and let your head fall back against the pillow.

“No protest?” he asked, words muffled.

“None at all.”

Verlaine happily went back to working on your thighs, biting softly as he worked his way upward. Once he got where he wanted to be he made eye contact with you before slowly shimmying your panties down your  legs, leaving you naked from the waist down. Placing your legs over his shoulders for better access, you moaned in anticipation of what was to come. 

Now he was pressing light kisses to your outer lips, running his tongue up and down your slit. He used two fingers to spread you open, staring mesmerized for just a moment at your quickly moistening pussy. Just the sight of Verlaine buried in between your legs, mouth on you alone was enough to get you dripping. His arms wrapped around your thighs, hands coming to rest on your pelvis before leaning further in, using his tongue to gather up some of the slick that had already begun trickling out of you. You could feel the mmmmm he grumbled against your pussy as he tasted you. 

Finally, he dipped his tongue inside you, pulling a deep moan from your throat as he flicked his tongue expertly against your clit, his hot mouth feeling heavenly against your already pulsing pussy. 

“Oh, god, Paul,” you whined.

He smiled before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking as he continued to circle his tongue around it, reminding you that he knew your body better than anyone else. Verlaine knew exactly how to touch you and push your buttons to have you melting in his hands, and he happily put this knowledge to good use.

He soon dipped his head lower to lap up more of your juices, while dragging his tongue through your folds. Verlaine tapped your thigh to get you to look him in the eyes before he slid his tongue into your hole, pleased with the gasps and moans tumbling out of your mouth. He would’ve smirked if his mouth weren’t full of your pussy. Then it’s Verlaine who’s gasping as your hands found their way into his hair and tug, fingernails scratching at his scalp. Desperate to ride his tongue, he had to hold down your hips as you involuntarily thrusted into his mouth.

Unwrapping one of his arms from your legs so he could palm himself through his boxers, Verlaine shivered at the friction against his growing erection. His tongue pumped in, out, and around your hole as he pulled his cock out and circled his fist around it.

“P-Paul,” you gasped. He looked up at you, eyes dark and sultry and face covered in saliva and slick. “Make love to me, please.”

Verlaine lifted his mouth off of you before nodding wordlessly, crawling from between your legs to hover over you. All of your labored breaths were swallowed as he once again pressed his lips against yours, melding your mouths together.

“You like tasting yourself?”  he asked. All you did was kiss him back hungrily.

The kiss was messy, all teeth and tongue and drool as your hands clumsily snaked down his body to tug at the waistband of his boxers, signaling him to pull away so he could undress. You were both fully naked now, your old sleep shirt having been thrown off a while ago, and you relished in the intimacy of the moment. The intimacy of knowing exactly how to make your lover feel good and doing exactly that, of showing love unabashedly, fully exposed and on display for each other. You trusted Verlaine with your entire being.

Not many words were needed as you could read each other’s minds and bodies better than your favorite books, and it felt only natural as he positioned the two of you, pestering you regularly over if you were comfortable or not.

Verlaine peppered sweet kisses all over your face as he hovered over you, and you laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Ready, ma chérie?” he asked in his typical sultry, sexy voice. You bit your lip and smiled in response.

He leaned back so he run his cock through your folds to gather some slick, making you cry out as the tip nudged your swollen clit. Then he was lining himself up with your hole before slowly pushing in. Your breath hitched as you struggled to stretch around his thick length, eyes screwed shut.

“Doing so, so good for me, beautiful,” Verlaine whispered as encouragement, each word punctuated with a chaste kiss to your lips, cheeks, or forehead.

Your legs came to wrap tightly around his thin waist as he bottomed out, and you couldn’t help the cries you let out. He stayed still for a moment, balls resting heavily against your ass, as you adjusted your hips to try and encourage the tight ring of muscle to relax. Verlaine was always so patient with you, so sweet and accommodating, and it made your heart swell.

Once you gave him a silent nod and smile of approval, he hiked your legs further up his waist before slowly pulling back out, eyes focused on you and your expression the whole time. Pulling all the way out so only the tip was still inside, he thrusted back into you with a little more speed, prompting a high-pitched moan from you. The feeling of being completely filled by your lover was so comforting yet so intoxicating, and you clenched hard around his length.

“More!” you groaned.

“Of course.”

Verlaine’s lips attached to your neck and sucked at the sensitive skin underneath your jaw as he slowly began to build up a rhythm, the wet friction of his thrusts sending pleasure coursing through your veins with every movement.

He held your body close to his as he fucked you and cherished the moment. All of his senses were on fire: the sounds and smells of sex and sweat, the lingering taste of your pussy, and the sight of you clinging onto him as you cried out his name.

“Ma p’tite minette,” he whispered into your ear, French accent thick. “Je t'aime.”

My little kitten. You whined at the words, returning a garbled je t’aime back to him while he pumped his cock in and out of you.

You could tell Verlaine was getting close to cumming as you felt his cock throb inside you, and your suspicions were confirmed as his pace increased.

“Inside, please,” you groaned, and he knew exactly what you meant.

His hand slithered between your bodies and used his slim fingers to rub circles over your throbbing, neglected clit. You immediately cried out at the touch, hips bucking wildly into the touch as your senses were overwhelmed. It didn’t take long for you to cum, whines, screams, and cries of his name all falling past your lips as your orgasm spread from your core to your fingers and toes.

The cream that had gathered on his cock amplified the dirty squelching noises in the room, and Verlaine was grunting and fucking into you hard as he chased his own high. You tensed the walls of your pussy tight around his cock to encourage him, and soon he was moaning as he spilled his hot cum inside you, eyes screwed shut as he was overtaken by his own orgasm.

Verlaine pulled out of you slowly, falling down next to you on the bed as you both attempted to catch your breath. Upset at the distance, you flopped back over, throwing your arms around his neck and burying your face into his chest. He chuckled as he caught you, holding you close while he ran his fingertips softly up and down your back.

The light shining through the window was brighter now, and you could hear birds chirping from outside. Everything was still, everything was peaceful, and you felt safe being held tight by your lover.

[iluvshinytwink]

Claire De Lune - Kylian Mbappé

Synopsis: Kylian wakes up late night to his bed empty and the soft keys of his piano downstairs.

Now Playing . . . Claire De Lune by Claude Debussy

Next . . . Rêverie by Claude Debussy

A/N: claire de lune is that typa song that makes u stare at ur ceiling without blinking and completely forgetting u have a math quiz tomorrow (totally not me)

You loved the piano and your boyfriend, Kylian loved hearing you play. Believe it or not, your first date with Kylian was in a huge auditorium and in the stage, a piano.

"Where are we going?" you asked him with a smile. Your hands intertwined with his and his soft giggling filled your ears. "Somewhere, mon amour. Trust me!" your boyfriend replied, pulling your arm to where he walked. You didn't complain and followed him.

Kylian then stops at the door, he starts ruffling through his pockets and pulls out a kay and then slips the key inside the key-hole. Then, he opens the door.

The door revealed a huge auditorium. the seats were black and in the stage were bright red curtains, in the middle of the stage sat a piano. The piano was calling out to you for a second. You couldn't help your eyes widen and your mouth slowly gaping. A gasp leaves your lips as you entered the auditorium, admiring its beauty. The lights above radiated, it was bright and comforting. You looked at the ceiling of the auditorium with nothing but admiration in your eyes. Kylian trailed behind you, a satisfied smile on his face.

At the front, you looked at the piano, the lights on the stage making the piano shine. You hear your boyfriend's footsteps stop. You look behind you, being met with a soft smile. "Can I?" you asked. Kylian's smile widened. "Of course you can." he responded.

You quickly sit on the chair, staring at the keys. You looked back at the chairs and find your boyfriend sitting in the middle, his arms crossed. Kylian starts clapping, the noise echoing in the empty auditorium. "Go, Y/n!" he shouted. With a light heart, you started playing.

Your fingers glided on the piano, the keys coming together as one and producing a melody.

Claire De Lune.

The melody was soft as it echoed throughout the entire auditorium. Kylian's eyes softened, his lips pursing into a soft smile. His eyes were on you and you alone, he couldn't find himself looking at anything else but you. He finds himself biting the insides of his mouth, to prevent the bright smile that would appear on his face. His focus was on you and you alone. He watched you as you played, the light bounced off you. Your eyes were closed, your fingers grazed the piano. He never wanted this melody, this sight to end.

He couldn't begin to describe the tunes he was hearing, at first it seemed like someone was experiencing or remembering something nostalgic, something surreal. Then, it descends into somewhat realizing that it was all just a memory, a faint, disappearing memory. Then, a sense of denial courses through-- a feeling that you could still experience that something, one day. And then, the piece ends with you realizing that it would forever be a memory, and you've accepted that. But you're not sad, you're happy, happy that it happened to you.

As your fingers touch the keys, the music slowly stopped.

Kylian felt tears sting his eyes, he didn't know why-- why was he crying?

And as melodious as you first started playing, it ended.

A soft sigh escapes your lips, hands placed on your lap. Kylian then realized he was holding his breath this entire time. It took him so long to realize that the piece ended, and you were no longer playing.

Kylian blinked, and two tears fell from his eyes. He quickly stood up and started applauding, applauding so hard that he felt his hands redden. You stand up, smiling from ear to ear. Kylian whoops. You bow before exiting the stage.

As soon as you step off the stage you found yourself in a tight hug from your loving boyfriend. "That was magnificent, mon cher!" Kylian said, rocking your body from side to side. You returned the hug, you felt a pang in your heart as you buried your face into his chest.

Kylian hugs you tightly as he sleeps, your body is warm night till dawn. His soft snoring escapes his lips and his eyes were shut tightly. But your eyes were wide open, you couldn't sleep. Soon, Kylian's arms tread away from your body thanks to you wiggling out of them. A rush of cold purses through your body, your wandering eyes scan the dark room. The room was slightly lit thanks to the moon that peeked outside your window. You've tossed and turned around your bed and yet you couldn't sleep, you couldn't feel your eyes getting heavy.

A sigh of defeat escapes your mouth and you get out of bed. Your feet meet the cold ground as you quietly exited the room, closing the door behind you softly.

You were now downstairs, you didn't know why, to be honest. You didn't want a glass of water or some food, your eyes scanned the room looking for something, anything to do that would help you go back to sleep.

Your eyes stop at the piano Kylian placed inside his house for you to play on. Every time you looked at that piano you couldn't help your heart from skipping a beat. The idea that he placed a hobby of yours inside his house for you to enjoy was heart-warming and it made you love him even more.

Your feet instinctively walk to the instrument.

You were now sat at the piano, you looked down at the keys and thought of what to play. Your fingers glazed through the keys as you thought. Then, your finger stops at a particular key. And just like that, you started playing.

Kylian felt his eyes pry open, his ears hearing the soft tunes from below. Kylian reached out on the other side of the bed and finding it empty. Kylian blinks a few times then the melody from below seemingly got louder. This melody was familiar.. this was Claire De Lune.

Kylian enthusiastically gets out of his bed, and quietly leaves the room.

As he shuts the door closed he hears the melody get louder and his smile growing larger.

He quietly descends his stairs, the music getting louder, his heartbeat growing faster.

As soon as he reaches the end, he found you-- sat in front of a piano, playing the song on your first date. His mind flashes the memories and his heart skips a beat.

Quietly, he goes near you.

Your eyes were closed as you played. Suddenly, you feel a weight on the chair. Your eyes opened and to your side was your boyfriend. A chuckle escaped your lips as you continued playing.

Kylian looked at you with a soft smile.

Kylian's hand reaches for the piano's keys and he soon started playing with you. You were shocked that he learnt how to play piano, a sense of happiness fills your body.

You studied his hands, then his body, then to his eyes. His eyes were stuck on the piano, ever so focused. You found your body going near to him, arms touching.

The piece ends, your cheek touching his arm, your hands on your lap. Kylian smiles at the sight. His fingers lay on top of yours as he felt his eyes close.

"Let's go to sleep, mon cher."

(bro stan claude debussy, im not even joking his shit slaps. the paining above is from a french artist called monet, his paintings slap the biggest ass bro i love him, his paintings are usually about nature and its just so comforting to look at bro ANYWAYS SMASH THAT LIKE BUTTON AND SUBSCRIBE 69 LIKES AND I GIVE A PART 2 WHERE U BREAK UP WITH KYLIAN OR SOMETHING IDK)

warning this isn't proofread so advance apology if u see some goofy ass grammar mistake 🙁🙁

[peonierose]

Losing Game 

Part 1 / 4

Book: Open Heart 

Pairing: Bryce Lahela (M!MC) x Luna Auclair (F!OC)

Rating: Mature / Angst 

TW: Mental health

Words: 1,000+

Summary: Bryce visits his dad in prison. How will that go? Will they reunite or will they stay apart forever? 

A/N: Please note that this is a very personal story. One I wasn't sure I’d ever post. A huge thank you to @ofmischiefandmedicine-deactivat Linds you were a huge help with this story, it’s sad you’re no longer on tumblr but I’m thankful for your help more than I can say 💚 @annieruok94 and @doriopenheart Thank you for cheering me on with this story it truly means the world to me 🧡💚🩵🩷

Sidenote: Here’s some music to listen to for Part 1 🥰

Part 1

Bryce

I wake up not having slept at all. Tossing and turning in bed all night.

It’s my one day off in the whole week. I talked to the chief to get this day off. When she asked me why I just said personal reasons. Not wanting to say more.

I lie in bed and when I turn around I see Lunes is still fast asleep. I push the blue comforter aside and slowly get up to not wake her.

She stirs and I hold my breath but then she sighs, turns around, and keeps on sleeping.

I get dressed and take my surfboard and head down to the beach.

Needing to get my head around how I’m going to feel about seeing my dad after all these years.

Did he miss me? Did he ever ask about me? It feels weird and scary as all get out. It’s as if I don’t even know him. Or at least not the part where he committed a crime.

I don’t like to talk about what my parents did. How many people they hurt with their actions. I sometimes wish I could erase that part. But if I did? I would’ve never met Lunes, and I would’ve never made such awesome friends at Edenbrook.

I sigh. I put my surfboard into the sand and just sat there on the sand, ankles crossed. Digging my toes into the sand.

Not really seeing anyone.

There are just a couple of people around the beach at 5.30 in the morning.

I close my eyes briefly. Just focusing on my breathing.

Hearing seagulls make their morning calls, smelling the sea, almost tasting the salty air and the rich flowery scent. Engulfing me in a sweet embrace.

When I reopen my eyes I can see a bit clearer. I get up, dust off the sand from my shorts, and get into the water.

When I sit on my surfboard and feel the water on my hands I feel more at peace than anywhere else in the world.

Everything fades into the background when I’m in the water. It’s just me and the sea.

I get up and catch a wave just riding it out. I do it a couple of times until I feel I’m ready to face Luna. Look into her eyes and lie to her. I hate not telling her. We tell each other everything. But I guess a part of me is just scared to talk about my past with Luna.

When I get out of the water, I shake off the remaining water out of my hair.

It could use a trim. I haven’t even noticed that it's gotten longer.

I get my surfboard and walk the short distance home. When I get to our beautiful home I just take in the view as I lean the surfboard against the wall of the house and take a shower outside.

Leaning one hand on the wall of the shower for strength.

Water dripped from my hair, past my shoulders. And I watch as the water disappears into the drain.

When the water turns cold I turn the shower off, grab a towel and walk inside.

I see Lunes is up making breakfast. Being her cheerful self. I smile softly.

She’s alone in the kitchen which means Keiki must be still asleep since it’s a Saturday. She’ll probably meet with her study group later.

Lunes looks up.

”Looks like someone was up early,“ she smiles while drinking her chamomile tea with some brown sugar.

”What no coffee?“ I tease her.

She points a finger at me.

”You know damn well I can’t drink coffee. Now you’re just rubbing it in,“ she says, sipping her tea slowly.

I grin and turn towards the coffee machine and my chipper smile fades away. Now that my back is turned I don’t have to smile. I don’t have to pretend to be cheery when I’m not.

My reflection in the toaster stares back at me. My brown eyes, usually so bright and vibrant, seem tired and worn out.

I sigh quietly and pour some coffee into my favorite mug I got from Lunes and Keiki.

”Hot as fuck surgeon“ Making me smile as I put two teaspoons of sugar inside and stir it. The spoon clinks against the porcelain.

Making the sound echo louder in the kitchen than I thought it would. I turn around as I blow over my coffee, to not burn my tongue.

I can hear Lunes talk about some art piece of a student she has to assess but she doesn’t want to give him too good of a grade, but she also doesn’t want to give him a bad one. So naturally, she feels torn.

I listen with half an ear and sip from my coffee.

”Then I think I’ll try out my new sex toy.“

Luna's words get me out of my haze.

I look up and grin.

”Please I want in,“ I say, a bit too enthusiastic.

She grunts.

”What is it about guys getting excited about sex toys,“ she says and gets out some fruit loops from the cupboard.

I watch her but don’t say anything about her eating too much sugar. What’s the point? She’ll eat it anyway. Though I have to grin because her stubbornness is hot as hell.

”Trust me if you were in my shoes you’d find it hot too,“ I say, grabbing a banana from the fruit basket.

She rolls her eyes.

”As if. That’s like asking if I get turned on by you using sex toys,“ she says angrily shoving fruit loops into her mouth.

”And do you?“ I ask, wanting to know if she’d be turned on by it.

But I just want to escape this conversation. Luna sees everything.

It’s why our relationship works so well. Because we talk about everything and anything. We’re each others safe haven.

At least until I decided not to tell her where I’m going today. It’s hard to smile every day when you don’t feel like it.

I look down at my coffee as if it holds all the answers I need.

Luna laughs and I look up.

”I mean yeah sure,“ she’s thinking about it and I just sip my coffee and shake my head smirking.

We finish our breakfast in silence. Each of us hangs on to our own thoughts.

I put the dishes in the dishwasher. Luna gave me her bowl and her spoon and I put both in.

”Wanna watch a movie?“ She asks hugging me.

The perfect distraction before I have to see my dad.

My posture stiffens at that.

She notices my stiffness.

”Uhh or how about a massage? I bought these essential oils. Lavender scented,“ she says, wiggling her eyebrows.

”Admit it. You just want to get your hands on me,“ I say.

She laughs.

”That is very true. Come on, we'll have some fun. Forget the movie. Getting you naked is way more fun than a movie,“ she says and drags me to our bedroom.

A massage sounds really good.

Hopefully, it’ll ease the tension in my shoulders.

Two hours later…

Who knew I’d be this scared? Well, terrified is more like it.

I blow out a breath and hate myself for hiding this from Luna.

We don’t keep secrets. And it’s not for a lack of trust. It’s just I wanted to do this on my own. I know she would’ve come along and supported me if I asked her.

She’s the kindest, most supportive person I’ve ever met. Who gives selflessly without expecting anything in return. I’m fucking lucky to have her.

My heart squeezes when I think of not having her here by my side. To lean on. To draw strength from.

But I wanted to get a feel for the whole situation first. Keiki doesn’t know either.

I stare ahead at the Halawa Correctional Facility. I learned that they put Dad here instead of Maui, fearing someone could attack him in prison there.

The sun is cruelly beating down on me as I’m sitting in my car sweating just thinking of going inside.

I push the hair that’s gotten slightly longer out of my face, get out of the car, and enter the building.

When I’m inside I get patted down and have to answer a bunch of questions. I go through the motions like a robot. Like an outside-of-a-body experience. As if it’s not happening to me. Rather someone else.

I get a visitor's badge, clip it to my jeans, and get directed to the visitor’s area.

When I enter the room I see an older man in an orange jumpsuit sitting at a table. All by himself. Hunched over and completely immersed in his meal.

I look at the guard and he points me to that exact table. I steel myself, gulp down my nausea, and walk in that direction.

When I sit down the man who looks so much like me looks up from his lunch which consists of some rice and beans with some chicken on the side.

His gaze looks gaunt and tired. As if the years haven’t been kind to him. I guess that’s what you get for robbing people of their money.

His brown eyes spark with recognition at seeing me.

”Hey Dad,“ I say, putting my hands on the table. Interlacing them.

He stops eating for a moment. To just look at me.

”Bryce. I didn’t expect to see you…“ he says the surprise clear in his voice.

I rub my neck to buy some time on what to say.

”I wasn’t sure if I would come but I…“ I say and bite my tongue.

He raises his eyebrows.

His former dark brown hair is now tinted with grey. Though it hasn’t lost its shine and wave.

”To what do I owe this honor of a visit from you then?“ He asks.

I sigh.

”Really? This is how it’s going to go? I knew I shouldn’t have come,“ I say about to get up.

His voice stops me in my tracks.

”I…please have a seat. I‘m sorry I didn’t mean it like that. I‘m happy you’re here to visit. Why didn’t you bring Keiki along?“ He asks, looking around as if my little sister will suddenly materialize out of thin air. Yeah right.

I sit back down and stare at him.

He’s a completely different guy. Gone is the arrogant smile. The vibrancy. All that is left is an empty shell of a guy.

I run my hand down my face. Already feeling completely exhausted.

”Keiki doesn’t know I’m here nor does Luna,“ I say and feel a knot form in my stomach. It feels like I’m betraying her trust. Both of their trust.

He looks confused.

”Who is Luna?“ He asks.

That’s right. He probably has no idea what’s been going on in my life. I feel like he stabbed me right in the heart.

Did mom not tell him when she visited? Did she even visit?

Should I have told him about Luna sooner? Maybe written him a letter? Would he have read my letter?

So many questions are circling inside my head. It’s giving me a headache. Maybe I can get some answers to my questions during my visit today.

I wet my dry lips. Wishing I’d had some water to sip from.

”Where to even begin?“ I ask myself.

He leans forward into his chair.

”We’ve got about 25 minutes until I have to go back into my cell. So maybe the speedy version would be good?“ He says a slow smile gracing his face and I can see traces of the dad I once knew. The one I grew up with.

Who took me to my first football game. Who let me throw my first party and wasn’t mad at all the party people and the pricey alcohol we consumed. Who bought me condoms and said just be safe son. I smile at that memory.

I’d like a chance to see that dad again someday. Without ghosts of the past haunting us.

”A lot has happened. I became a surgeon and finished my residency at Edenbrook Hospital in Boston. Moved back to Hawaii where I now live with my fiancé Luna,“ I smile as I talk about Luna.

My dad smiles.

”Tell me, is she good to you?“ he asks with laughter visible in his brown eyes.

I grin in turn.

”She’s the best dad. She’s an artist. She teaches at the University of Hawaii. We’re expecting soon so…“ I finish feeling my cheeks redden for some reason.

My dad has a proud expression on his face.

”I’m really happy for you son. After everything…“ He says.

”Why did you and mom do it, dad?“ I ask a question I’ve been looking for an answer to for a long time.

My dad leans back in his chair and seems to think hard about what to say.

”We did it for our family. We didn’t think we’d hurt anyone. After all, it was just money. Money some people had so much of, they didn’t know what to do with. So we took some of it for our own,“ he says.

”Dad. How could you think you wouldn’t hurt anyone? These people lost their money. Money that we spent. It was dirty money. Money we had no right to have,“ I say hissing trying to not let the past actions of my parents rob me of getting closure and finding some peace in knowing they regret what they did.

My dad nods.

”I know that now. But back then. I…We were selfish and only thought of ourselves, instead of thinking how many lives we would wreak havoc upon,“ he admits his voice gone hoarse as if he was holding back tears.

I have to gulp down some tears of my own. Trying to blink them away. Though some errand tears cover my eyelashes.

”Yeah you and mom screwed up dad. A lot. So many lives were ruined. Keiki and I went through hell in school. We became enemy number one overnight. I finished high school and got the hell out of there. But Keiks wasn’t so lucky. They attacked her on school grounds on her first day,“ I say still angry about that. My fists clench at the table. My teeth grind together.

”They what?“ He says, his voice gotten protective when I mentioned Keiki was attacked.

”Yeah. She told me,“ I say and I’m still angry about that.

He looks at me as if he can sense I’m still angry about it. I mean how couldn’t I be? But I’m trying to move forward. Holding grudges isn’t healthy. Lunes and I are building our life and our future together.

I know she’d love my parents to be in our children’s lives. To have two sets of grandparents for our twins and give them all the love they deserve.

I breathe out through my nose. Trying to reign in my emotions. I can fall apart later. When nobody is looking. This way I show a strong front. Without revealing anything.

”I know if I could go back in time…“ he starts his voice pleading.

”You can’t go back in time dad. There’s no time machine. All you can do now is try to earn back people's trust. Which is going to take some time.“

He stares at me and then looks away. Knowing it’s true.

I move on.

”How much longer have you got?“ I ask, wanting to know when he’s getting out.

It feels weird sitting here. Asking my dad all these questions. As If I’m getting to know him. Again.

After we’ve spent so much time apart. Not because we wanted to. It’s because the circumstances forced our hand.

He sighs as if he’s getting tired of hearing this question, and I bet he can’t wait to get out of prison.

”I’m getting out on parole. Five months and I’m a semi-free man again,“ he says longing in his voice.

His eyes gazed into space. As if he’s picturing getting out and feeling the sunshine on his face again.

I lean forward.

”That’s good to hear dad,“ I say and I’m about to open my mouth to say something when the guard indicates my visiting time is almost over. I nod and gesture for one more minute and he inclines his head.

”I’d like to meet Luna. She sounds nice,“ he looks at me and I can see tears glistening in his eyes.

I don’t answer him, because Luna doesn’t know I’m here today. And I don’t know how she’d feel visiting my father in prison. I feel shame about this part of my life. I haven’t done anything wrong. Though I still feel responsible.

I squeeze his shoulder and he puts his hand on my own for a brief second. I smile and walk towards the exit. Feeling tired. More exhausted than after a ten-hour surgery.

Getting into my car the first thing I do is cry. Where no one can see me. Crying for all the years we’ve been out of each other’s life. Because of one wrong decision. God. What a fucking mess.

I wipe away at my face and start the car, my hands shaking slightly. I sigh. Not again. I fucking hate it when my hands start to shake.

I just drove around for a while. When I sense I’m getting tired I turn towards the road to our house. When I arrived at the driveway I put the car in park and turned off the engine.

Just sitting there dreading going inside the house and facing a conversation with Lunes. She’d be the last person to judge me I know that. But I’m scared shitless.

I draw in a deep breath, gather my strength, and get outside the car.

Things will work out as they always do. I know they will.

[luneboop]

Hi! I hope you're well ♡

I would like to know about the personality of my future spouse or the person I will be with in the long term, please. I am interested to know as it would help me to know what type of person to look for or consider in the future.

My initials are EE, and thank you again for your time and energy in helping me with your amazing readings, I truly appreciate it.

Thank you so much for sending in your ask again, EE! I hope this reading will help you just as much as the last one. A little warning in advance: I did pull a lot of cards for this one so do get comfy and happy reading ♡

Okay so for some reason I was giggling so much when I did this reading and felt quite giddy as well, so this immediately made me feel drawn to the fact that your future spouse maybe someone who loves to make you laugh which is incredibly sweet. With that out of the way, let me delve into the reading a little more:

Your future spouse may be a little obsessed with you, I have to say. They may be clingy, not wanting to leave your side at all if they could. They have this tendency to feel so much around you (good things, of course). But despite their very intense feelings towards you, they are very gentle and in contrast, quite light-hearted, especially at the beginning as they probably don't want you to see their intense side just yet. This could potentially mean that there will be some love-bombing phase happening when you guys get together BUT this is only because they have literally no idea how to show you how much they are helplessly whipped for you, so they do hope that won't scare you off somehow, I promise<3 They're definitely going to bring happiness into your life too.

Very balanced in terms of their masculine and feminine energies as well, and also nurturing, being able to handle you very delicately, as if you're something precious to them, like a flower. A specific message I got from the cards is that they would probably never want to treat you badly like how the people in their life had treated them, not wanting you to go through the same emotional turmoil they had to go through. They just want to give you the best that they can give.

They may be a quiet person, wiser or more mature than their age, and prefer to be alone but aren't lonely. They value their alone time and probably just want to spend it with their partner (you). They may be a private person as well.

Another message that came in was that they won't look for 'different options', they aren't easily distracted and are pretty much a loyal person in that aspect, committed as well. Once they have you, they won't let go fr 😭💕

Interestingly, 'Billionaire' from Bruno Mars came up as my mom was listening to it together with the ten of pentacles sooo with this, I immediately got a sense that they are quite ambitious and are really willing to make a name for themselves for sure. They know what they want in life and want to make sure that they are stable enough (financially) too in case they meet you. They are building up stuff for themselves or are going to. They possess a very strong spirit as well with the combination of cards I got, something about having a lack of things when they were growing up perhaps, that made them want to turn their life around for the better. They're getting there.

Another message I got is that they have very strong values and beliefs and that you should keep this in mind when being with them, they won't let these go very easily if at all as these things make up the person that they are. The number 7 came up twice, so this may be significant in some way to you<3

Lastly, there may be a huge transformation/change before you meet this person too, so don't doubt that you won't meet them, it will come in time, have trust in yourself and the divine ✿ — lune

[lampochkaart]

in regards to your danganronpa asks;

#13 and #14?

Hi, anon! Thank you for the question. Sorry it took me so long to answer😅

13. What is your OTP?

My OTP is probably obvious, it's Oumota. But I also wanna list some of the other pairings from all the games.

From THH I think I enjoyed Aoi and Sakura's relationship the most. However you interpret it, they really form an interesting and kinda unexpected duo. They really care about eachother and their story is very tragic💔

I kinda love Makoto x Kyoko x Byakuya as well. I think they have a very fun dynamic and should all hold hands and care for eachother (even though some might not want to show it).

Also, I like Tokomaru! They're very cute and I like how they supported eachother and helped eachother grow throughout the game!

From Goodbye Despair I think I love Komahina the most. I think they have a very complicated, but interesting relationship. I don't know how to properly articulate my thoughts about them, but I really enjoyed their interactions in game x)

I also like Hajime x Fuyuhiko, their dynamic is also really fun. I like how Fuyuhiko treats Hajime with respect, even though he himself is a yakuza, and even tells him, after Hajime's talent (or rather lack thereof) got revealed, that his opinion on Hinata didn't change a bit. They're kinda similar in a way, and I think they can really get along.

From DRV3, well... I think you only have to take one look at my blog to easily tell that I LOVE oumota. They are literally my everything!! I love them so much!! They have such an interesting dynamic. They are polar opposites yet they have so much in common. They have a lot of shared interests and they can really challenge eachother's worldviews. Also, willingly or not, they've become a really important part of eachother's lives. I think, even though they have a lot of conflicts with eachother, they can find a middle ground, not fully agreeing with other's point of view, but accepting and respecting it. I think if they unite, they'll literally become unstoppable💜💫

Honestly, I could talk about them for ages...

Other ship from V3 that I really like is Saimatsu. Although Kaede wasn't there for long, the interactions they've had were really sweet and heartwarming. Plus, I enjoy their contrast in personalities and designs. And I now always think of them when I hear Clair de Lune💔

I also lately found myself kinda interested in Amamatsu. Their interactions in game are really fun, and they seem to enjoy eachother's company. I was neutral to this pairing, but some fanfics made me really like it.

Also, I've come to really like Tenmiko for the same reason. Even though Tenko's obsession with Himiko is kinda weird, but in Chapter 3 we see, that she really cares about Himiko and want's to help her become more open and active. And Tenko actually is important for Himiko. Too bad she realised it too late. But because of Tenko Himiko actually tried her best to improve. It was hard for her, very hard, but she put all the energy she had to try to become the person Tenko would be proud of.

14. What is your NOTP?

I don't think I have any pairings that I actually hate (with exeption of obvious fucked up shit like pedophilia and incest, but that goes without saying). But there are several ships that I'm not a huge fan of.

One of them is Hyoko x Mikan, it just makes me uncomfortable.

And also I'm not a fan of Saiouma/Oumasai. I don't really have an explaination. Any of the things I don't like about it are probably coming from me not liking this ship, rather than being a reason why I don't like it. So, just not my thing, I guess.

[darker-overlord]

My OCs from different fandoms!

thank u @kindan-no-kanojo for the tag i'm about to be INSUFFERABLE for one full post <3

i wasn't the type to make ocs until last year so it's like 20% actual old ocs and 80% unintroduced dl charas :D it's my personal acc anyway someone HAS to see them before i go insane (they have lore drops tho so just look at the pretty pictures if u don't wanna know (?))

(also using the dividers on the oc blog i'm too lazy to find a cute one >:D)

Diabolik Lovers OC/s (introduced)

Komori Kayo x2 (human and fiend)

we have the babygrills of the blog, kayo and edgy kayo. jk but for ocs i only made like? january of this year i have spent WAY too much time thinking about and drawing them. hunter came first and the loser meowmeow drenched in milk pathetic loser one came after actually :p

i can go on and on about how i designed her appearance in specific but that's for another day :D just know that her blue/yellow color palette is literally a forget-me-not, and hunter's red/yellow color palette is a forget-me-not drenched in blood :D

hunter kayo's "species" is actually called a fiend (a term i just stole from csm LMAO) which is a very rare set of humans that are able to successfully be transplanted with a demonic organ. yes, yui is technically a fiend too in this case.

Lilith

mother <3

in terms of power levels, she's karlheinz on steroids (bc their powers have the same origin but u didn't hear that from me) but she's on another level of psychopathic. was she a demon before she was banished, or did god make her a demon? who knows.

kayo, seiji, and yui's relationship closely mirrors lilith, god, and eve's relationship.

Cecilia Lune

like spring, gone too soon. all that's left are the ashes she left behind.

Jumpscare warning: G*nshin Imp*ct OCs

i censored it bc i can't believe my first ocs were for THIS GAME...

i have a love-hate relationship with the game don't mind <3 i still think back to these three fondly and i'll talk about their lore for a bit cause this is probably the only time they'll see the light of day.

the two sisters are inazuman-mondstadter(?) in blood, but in nationality they're both inazuman, and their visions have inazuman casing. however, maya lives in fontaine and miya lives in sumeru.

Mikoshi Maya (Wandering Princess)

players complaining about too many sweet girls? here's another one!

from the last name, maya is a descendant of mikoshi nagamasa, the human son of the oni chiyo that served the raiden shogun. that part of her backstory doesn't matter to her as much as it matters to her older sister.

maya's a spoiled and lazy child of one of richest businesswomen of fontaine, and she's also a huge hermit. but she has the power to dream of the future, and it always involves someone needing help. even though she's spoiled, she's very kind in nature, so even as a hermit she often travels to help those she finds in her dreams. she's a dancer and has a very pretty appearance so 'wandering princess' is the title she got from traveling the other nations.

ironically, her nickname in fontaine is actually the rumored hermit, from her tendencies to almost never show up. people see her so little some are convinced that she doesn't actually exist.

her future dreams come into play in an interlude quest.

Mikoshi Miya (Transient Swordsman)

mommy. her name's miya bc i wanted it to match with maya

on the surface, she's a kshahrewar graduate who specializes in mechanics, and she specifically works on machines that can bridge the gap between vision holders and non-vision holders. she's pretty relaxed and sisterly, but at first she seems almost drawn in on herself.

in her past, she was trained as a swordsman by her father, a mikoshi himself. she was considered the greatest prodigy for her time, and she was 'destined for great things'. this was for a specific job that would need way too long to explain but related to this job is the fact that they're a bit of a problem for the fatui. this, and her mother's relationship to the fatui, culminated in someone attempting to subdue her mother with a very special fire made from delusions. however, they mistimed the mission, and instead caught a young miya and her father in the crossfire, which lead to her father's death and miya's hatred for the fatui and for visions.

no matter how much people told her that she was a once in a lifetime swordsman, and how her skill was almost completely unmatched, miya gave up swordsmanship. her skill never saved her father.

miya is intelligent, and always liked making gadgets (her first creation was a mechanical train set at the age of seven), so she instead focused her efforts on helping non-vision holders, including herself, by studying at the akademiya.

miya only gets her electro vision in her story quest, where she confronts her father's killer. she also decides to take up a sword again because of the quest :D

Irina (Witch of Thorns)

mother. that's my name yes but it kind of fits her. i go by yna anyway so i don't really see myself in her JFKJFSD if miya's past seems like a lot this woman has a whole document just about her lore......

to summarize, she's actually gold/rhinedottir's "accidental" creation, something too long to talk about but trust me on this. she's her first child in that regard, and rhine actually tried to raise her like a regular daughter.

they got separated in the cataclysm and irina ended up in mondstadt, which lead to her considering herself a mondstadter. fatui shenanigans happen with dottore and she changes her original appearance to become the witch of thorns, a witch specializing in an artificial flower with medicinal properties. she changes appearances every other decade and pretends she's the daughter of the last witch of thorns, all the way to the present.

miya and maya are her very real daughters though. maya resembles her true appearance more, while miya resembles how she was when she was younger.

(i also have two men who work under irina, yuuya and a runaway adeptus but their lore is like wayyy shorter than the three and these gi ocs are already taking up way too much of the post...)

Diabolik Lovers OCs (unintroduced)

HUGE LORE DUMP AHEAD.................... bc i need to vomit it out

Lunar Clan

the descendants of lilith's eldest, nyx.

while all demons are descendants of lilith, there is one uninterrupted line of daughters that are genetically clones of lilith herself. while their appearances do have variation, they all one defining trait: pure white hair. in my lore, white hair is a trait impossible to have if you're a pure founder. the only founders to naturally have this hair color are these clones, who are called lilith's avatars. makes you wonder how carla has white hair, though not purely white. doesn't that make him special?

there can only be one avatar born from a previous one in every generation, and any other child ends up as a regular founder. back then, this line of daughters were the royal family of the founder clan, then known as the lunar kingdom when all kingdoms were comprised of founders rather than the subspecies that arose from evolution.

they were overthrown in an event known as the fall of lunacy, a coup d'état arranged by the final queen, scylla's adviser. despite being overthrown, their connection to lilith and scylla's own sacrifices continued to keep them in an important noble position. their estate is located the closest to lilith's tomb, lilith's resting place, a garden of forget-me-nots the size of a town.

another special trait of the avatars is the ability to control and summon butterfly familiars, all with a unique appearance. they can also take up the butterfly's form.

all avatars are assigned epithets at one point in their lives. in their time as royal family, they were usually assigned their titles post-mortem, but afterwards their epithets tend to be assigned some time within their lives.

in order of appearance and birth.

Lilith ; Queen of the Night ; Lilith herself wasn't technically part of the Lunar Clan, as it only began upon the establishment of the Lunar Kingdom, long after her supposed death. Still, she was given the epithet due to her reign on Old Eden, characterized by her absolute control over all territories, like the all-encompassing embrace of night.

Queen Nyx ; Lunacy's Founder, the founder of the Lunar Kingdom and the first to take on the last name Lune. Lilith's eldest.

Queen Raikou ; The Silent Queen, the longest-reigning queen, second to only Lilith herself, ruling for 700 years compared to an average of 100 years. Her rule was characterized by its stability, though quickly overturned when the event known as the War of the Fallen occurred.

Queen Scylla ; The Children's Princess, the shortest-reigning queen, Raikou's daughter, and the final ruler of the Lunatic Dynasty. Becoming queen at a young age after her mother's death, she followed her adviser's ill-meaning advice due to the widespread famine in neighboring kingdoms, earning the peoples' ire and contributing to the successful coup d'état. That adviser's family became the reigning royal family up until Giesbach.

Zarya and Krone Lune ; The Dawn and the Dusk, a pair of identical twins. They are the first and only case of two avatars being born in one generation. Due to magic being the focus of the Demon World, Zarya's interest in medicine and biology was seen as a disgrace, especially compared to her twin sister, who excelled in magic and swordsmanship. Zarya was later exiled from the kingdom, though was reluctantly brought back upon the beginning of the spread of Endzeit. She managed to quell the disease's spread all the way until her disappearance, just before the War of Prophecy occurred, which trapped all Founders within the Pandemonium and allowed Endzeit to spread rampantly.

Cecilia Lune ; The Spring Bloom ; Zarya's daughter, the end to the line of avatars. Founders' eyes don't reflect light, and merely glow. Cecilia's eyes sparkled like stars. Hated, then loved by the people, who grieved her death for centuries.

She was known as the human among demons.

extra fact: the divider icon is the lunar clan's family emblem:3 it used to represent the lunar kingdom as a whole, but upon the fall of the dynasty it became associated with the former royal family instead.

anyway that's all this has gotten very long <3 thank you again for the tag ;w;

[fictional-world777]

Do you trust me?

genre: Idol life, (smut, maybe in the future), dark, everyday life, fluff(kinda).

pairing : Idol Jo x older fem!reader

warnings : violence, mentioning of animal abuse

It was a casual day for Jo, after practice, everyone went to the dormitory. Some of the guys had to buy food for dinner. Jo asked for Ice cream, but everyone forgot about it. He was really upset about it. So just decided to go outside himself without the Noona bodyguards. Jo tried to dress really casually, but in a way that Lune’s could not recognize him easily. The 7/11 was really close to the building they were leaving, and he headed that way. He was wearing huge earphones blocking his hearing senses from the danger. In the market no one approached him, it was a success. On the way out he heard some cat screaming on the top of his lungs, Jo sensed something bad. But he does not even know why he went on the sounds of the cat. Maybe because he loved cats most, of all the animals on the earth. It was coming from the nearby dead end. When he turned inside the way, in the distance he saw 4 boys in the school uniforms, they must be from the high school which was near the dormitory. One was torturing the cat with a knife, and others were laughing about it. Jo collected all the courage he had and yelled. Jo: Stop it!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All of them turned around. The one who had the knife spoke. 1: You better walk the way you were walking, or you will be instead of the cat our fresh meat right guys? All the other boys agreed and started whistling and clapping. Jo never was the guy who could stand up against any injustice. Most of the time he just could not watch and turned away from the crime scene. But now after the photo shoot with the grey cat, he just could not stand it, he must do something to help the pure thing. 1: Or maybe if you take its place we let the cat live. Jo’s heart starts to pound faster, but he is not scared, he knows that they will beat the shit out of him. He just needs to protect his face, other parts of the body will be easy to cover, for noone to see the bruises. He slowly goes to them, other 3 boys start to whistle again at him. Jo throws the package on the ground. Jo: Let the cat go. 1: Or maybe we will keep both of you. Oh, you do not know how many grotesque ideas I have about you two. And laughs demonically. Jo tightens his fists. Leader point with his head to the other boys to grab Jo. Two of them run on both of his sides and grab his hands, the third one kicks him from behind and makes Jo fall on his knees. In this way, Jo can not protect his face. Jo sees that the cat is trying little by little to crawl from there and he feels proud that somehow he helped that thing. Asakura fiercely looks into the eyes of the boy with a knife. 1: Now I look at you, I think I have seen you somewhere. And slaps Jo so hard, that his leap starts bleeding, but Jo does not make any sound at all and again looks in the eyes directly at the person who is torturing him.

1: See you got some balls. And then hits him in the stomach. Jo scrunches from the pain. The boys let him go and he falls on the ground, then all of them start to kick him with all force. Jo tries to protect his face as much as he can. He turns into a fetus pose. Then suddenly they stop as they hear the loud voice of a girl. Y/n: Well, well, well, 4 on 1, and also you have a knife it is not fear. What does your mother taught you?

Jo hears some loud noises and then a jumping sound. Then he sees a small girl, nearly 5 feet, maybe little bit higher.

Y/n: First of all you tortured a cat while I was working and now all 4 of you are beating 1 boy who has not any weapons. So sad I have to do the same with you. 1: You what you can do to us. And laughs loudly, others laugh with him. Y/n: Wait and see. And you high-kick him right in the face. He drops the knife with a scrunched face and his nose starts bleeding. You squat fast to take a knife, but not to leave fingerprints on it, you take it with the sleeve of your jacket. 1: what are you waiting for, catch her now!!!! He growls. Others still in disbelief start to move towards you but slowly, clearly they are afraid, as they see now you have the knife. You through it in the air and catch it in the comfortable position for you, upside down. Then you sliced one leg of the other boy and he fell on his butt. The third one was fast and caught you by the hood but you slid from it halfway and kicked him in the balls. Oh, it was painful he screamed. Y/n: You better be quiet if you do not want my neighbors to come and see this scene. Forth one pissed his pants right then and there. Y/n: You 3 can go now, and I won’t report about you. But if I see you again on this dead end, you better not appear here, if you want to be able to reproduce in the future. All 3 of them run as fast as they can. But you feel a sharp pain in your head. You put your hand and it is blood on it. The gang leader threw at you a medium-sized rock. Then, you saw in slow motion Jo standing up and strangely the schoolboy from behind. He was so fast that the torturer could not suspect anything. Y/n: Guess this is yours. And you throw the knife back to the high schooler, which directly hits his left thigh and goes down until the handle hits the skin. He screams like an injured animal. Y/n: Bet you do not like it. Jo lets go of him.

You run towards them take out a knife from his leg, and he screams and sobs again.

1: When my parents hear about it you be screwed, ohhh how screwed both of you will be!!!! Y/n: Huh, your parents better not know about it, there is no CCTV you can not prove it was me or him, I have not touched the handle of the knife, and if they hear it, no one is going to believe that one and a half meter girl beat 4 guys, and also that 4 guys were beating 1 boy, and tortured the cat I am taking care of. And you push the knife in his right leg till the handle hits the pants. He faints because of the pain. All this time Jo was looking at you fascinated. Jo: Are we going to leave him like that? Y/n: Yes of course. Where is the cat? Jo points to the bushes. Y/n: I will take him to the vet. You have blood on your lip but it is bleeding from inside, how do you feel yourself?

Jo: Honestly? Fantastic. And he smiles brightly. Y/n: Take this Asakura and call me if something like this happens again. And you give him your visit card. Jo gasps but takes it from your hand. Jo: So you know me? Y/n: Certified Lune here. And you make a reverence.

Y/n: I have to go to the vet, bye bye. You carefully take cat on your hands and walk as fast as possible. Jo: But I do not know your name. Y/n: It is on the card. You yell back at him. On this yelling gang boy shivered. Jo took his belongings as fast as he could and ran to the dormitory. On the way, he read your card. Psychologist? Huh, are you much older than he thought? But you looked so much younger, younger than him. He noticed that the ice cream he bought already melted and had a strange smell and threw it away. When he got back to the dormitory, everyone was doing their things, but Maki noticed blood stains on his shirt and dirt on his clothes. Maki: Jo are you okay? Maki always was loud. Jo did not want others also to notice his appearance and drugged Maki to the nearest empty room. Maki: Man, what happened you are white like a ghost. Jo told him everything that happened in detail and even demonstrated some scenes. Maki: Why you did not call one of us, Man, what if you got seriously injured? Jo: I did not want you to also get in trouble. He turns into shy himself again. Maki: Show me the card she gave you, maybe you hit your head and you were hallucinating. Jo gave him a visit card. Maki: No it looks pretty real. And he searched you up. Jo: She has a site. Maki: Let’s check. And it popped up. You sitting next to your desk in glasses, and a bunch of certificates on the wall. Maki: Wait how old is she, she looks like she is in middle school. Jo: I do not know really. Maki: After your story, I kinda want to meet her. Jo: Actually, I want to know did that boy woke up or not, she hit him like really hard, tight in the face. And after my strangulation, I tried to do it like in movies. Maki: You tried to impress her? Maki smiles. Jo shrugs. Maki: I am not trying to pick on you, bro. Jo: Just I have never been in this situation like ever. Maki: Do you want to go there again and check it? I really want to see the scene. Jo hesitates but then nods. Both of them changed, Jo’s body was aching so much but he really wanted to know what had happened to the leader of the school gang.

[f1-giuki]

Well hello darling 👀

I saw your plea for escape from contract law, so here I come! *falls of the disk-horse like a drunk knight*

Red, White and Orange-Nassau buuuuut… make it switched!

For Want of a Nail: Charles as the prince and Max as the music genius 👀 the scene I shall leave up to you 🫶🌻

Hello darling!! Sorry if it took me a shit ton of time to answer but I’ve been away and I was overwhelmed by the amount of things I had to do sjsjsjs.

Yoongi’s third mixtape just came out, and the amygdala performance inspired me to write this thingy and the amount of lestappen content of both yesterday and this morning made me crazy eheheh, so here it is💖💖

If in Red, White & Orange-Nassau the roles were inverted Charles would be the perfect prince charming, very pretty, very media trained, without a political opinion, the middle man in everything, and Max would be a punk-rock singer, a bit of a mixture between Lewis Capaldi in sense of talent and sense of humour, and Joe Strummer. Max is against monarchies and he hates rich people who don't pay taxes, so Charles is his number one enemy. Charles doesn't have an opinion about Max, he just thinks he's a bit untidy, with his long hair and his vintage leather jacket, and sometimes he talks a lot of shit.

But back to the scene, it's the kiss scene:👀👀

[...]

As the DJ lets the beat drop Charles and Charlotte look at each other and laugh, he kisses her then, holding her waist gently and she cups his face gently with her slender fingers. They both smile in it and something starts gnawing up his stomach, something green and unpleasant. Jealousy. Max realises which feeling it is as he sees his feet carrying him away from the ballroom, wandering and getting lost in the Royal Palace of Monaco.

Charlotte starts laughing as their kiss ends. But she turns serious once she doesn't spot Max anymore in the room. She taps Charles’s shoulder. You can tell him, her glance says. Charles nods and he wiggles out of the crowd, trying to think where Max might have gone. He looks back at Charlotte in the middle of the dancefloor and she rolls her eyes and indicates the left. Charles raises a thumbs up to her and he starts walking towards Max. He knows that there is only one room that Max could have gone to that way. He reaches the top floor and hears the sound of a piano echoing in the empty hall.

Max is playing, beautifully, Clair de Lune by Debussy. The picture is idyllic, the room is dark, the giant crystal chandelier is turned off, but there is a bit of light peeking inside. There is a huge open window on a wall and the sea breeze is moving the soft white curtains. The Moon and the stars are out in the sky. A nice finishing touch if it were a painting. Charles grins and rests with a shoulder leaning on the door post, listening to Max. Maybe this is what being in the painting The Boulevard Montmartre at Night feels like. Charles doesn't say anything for the five minutes of the piece.

"Debussy, huh?" Charles asks.

Max looks at him with a gaze that Charles cannot describe differently from nostalgic. "Yeah, it helps me clear my mind," he answers quietly, blinking a few times to better see in the dark the man in front of him.

"Didn't take you for a classical piano guy, to be honest," Charles says with his nice accent. He seems both amused and endeared. Max wishes he wouldn't have to think about such things.

Max rolls his eyes and he moves a bit to the side on the piano chair, to make space for Charles. The Monegasque sits down and Max starts playing again, Charles can't take his eyes off Max's hands. Max can't stop think about their thighs touching. He clears his throat and looks at Charles. Wrong move. Max coughs a little bit more.

"Debussy is one of my favourite composers. He was an impressionist musician, he's, how can I explain this to you while I'm drunk... Oh! Think about Monet, think about Impression sunrise, the painting, the mellow and blurry and slightly numb feeling you get by looking at it. His music is that way, too. Instead of using the precision and clarity of the classical scales, Debussy preferred the ambiguity and vagary of the pentatonic and whole-tone scales, which is like, complicated shit, I don't have the mental capacity to explain it to you..." Max says, gesticulating like a madman as Charles looks at him with a dopey smile. He should stop, that's what Max is thinking about.

"May I?" Charles asks and Max nods.

The Dutchman watches as Charles puts his hands on the piano. They feel awfully at ease, in a position Max strangely recognise, relaxed and tangerine shaped. "That's C major, everything starts from it," Max says and Charles grins and starts playing a tune that is much too familiar to Max. It's Reverie by Debussy and Max's brain goes haywire. He can't understand anything anymore, Charles is there, next to him, their arms brushing as the Monegasque plays the piano so softly. Max has to focus on the notes to be sure that he isn't dreaming the whole thing.

Max keeps his mouth shut in religious silence. Everything is Charles, his hands, delicate and with a royal ring on them, travelling on the keyboard of the beautiful piano forte. Those are the hands of a pianist, a tormented one, one that Max would like to know, maybe write a song with. Hands he would like to hold and turn warm when they're cold. He doesn't understand what has changed. Confusion is still present in him mind, with a flowery warmth.

When Charles stops playing his eyes are spanking. He lowers his hand and the knuckles brush against the back of Max's hand at their sides. Max looks at Charles’s face in profile, gaze running down his features touched by a ray of moonlight. Max's cheeks feel too, it's something as intoxicating as the liquor he drank, but it's not liquor, it's more dangerous. The Palace is awfully quiet, the party seems like a distant memory, Monaco is not the centre of the world anymore. Max feels silly to admit it, but his world just ended up in that empty room with white clothes over expensive furniture.

Charles keeps looking at him, holding his gaze, softening his smile.

“I really like Debussy too, he's true to his feelings. I am usually numb to most things, but he makes me feel emotions I thought I buried deep somewhere...” he says, his accent peaking out more prominently.

Max nods and looks at their hands, they are next to each other, Charles's pinky on the C major note, Max's pinky on the B right behind it.

"He's not the only one who makes me feel things..." Charles whispers as he moves his finger imperceptibly and Max decides to do something stupid. The angles of his mouth quirk up and he caresses Charles’s finger. A spark.

“I'm going to do something very stupid, is it okay?” Max asks.

"Mhm..." Charles murmurs and he turns his head close to Max's.

Wow, those are a pair of green eyes, like the forests in Belgium.

It is all very anticlimactic. Max's heartbeat feels heavy in his eardrums, but as their lips touch everything stops. The only thing left is the ringing in his ear, but it stops too as Charles’s slender pianist hands adorn his face like a crown jewel. Max feels like the most stupid idiot on Earth. Of course Charles had to be a pianist, a romantic who loves impressionism. If their lips weren't tangling Max would beg him on his knees to play Chopin. He would gladly cry and kiss him some more. Charles moves one of his hands on the juncture of Max's neck and his brain shuts down.

The kiss is like watching the Abduction of Proserpina, with hands gripping the poetic soft flesh, conflicting feelings, standing in astonished awe. Max likes it. So he lets himself taste Charles’s lips, sweeter than honey and intoxicating as red wine. He leans into the kiss and Charles’s mouth opens, welcoming his tongue. It is something so trivial but Max swears he has never experienced such a deed or posed his hands on such a wonderful pair of hips. Charles’s thumb gently stroking his cheek, and that turns too much for Max, he can't hold himself in composure anymore, he moans in Charles’s mouth, with no intention of stopping.

But something happens in Charles’s brain, though, and Max can't feel his hands on him anymore. The Monegasque releases him. He looks Max in the eyes, green and sparkly, with a hint of gold. Max can't find an answer in that brief glimpse he catches, not in his current state. He hears Charles say a quick French curse and, differently from the kiss, Charles runs away quickly, before Max can even steady himself on the piano stool. He rests his head on the piano, a cacophony of notes play as he touches his lips with shaky fingers.

“Shit!”

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Happy House

A Solarballs AU || Chapter 1

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Luna couldn't fall asleep after the talk he had with the Sun. He had been lost in though for hours, even after the alarm clocks went off. Thoughts like: What would happen to the planets? Why was the Sun taking such drastic measures? This has happened before. What changed this time? Plagued his mind the whole night.

A groaning from the other side of the room caught Luna's attention, leaning up he looked over to his brother. "You up, Earth?" He questioned.

"Mhm.." The planet hummed, " 'Morning."

"Good morning..." Luna said absently before looking at the alarm clock, "We should probably get ready for breakfast."

"You okay, Luna?" Earth questioned his moon, noticing that he seemed more preoccupied than usual.

"I'm fine."

"Ok..." The life bearing planet mumbled skeptically, "Uhh... a little help, please?"

"Oh! Right!" The moon exclaimed, hopping up toassist his planet, "Should I call someone? Jupiter maybe? Or perhaps Saturn?" He asked the planet.

Earth looked down at his lap, muttering a quiet, "Yes, please..."

"Hey, it's okay..." The moon said, unwrapping the bandages on Earth’s body, "You didn't mean for this to happen."

"But I'm the one who challenged them! They said it was dangerous but I didn't listen!" The planet retorted, messily rubbing tears away.

"Hey. Look at me," the moon said sternly, gently raising Earth's head so he could look him in the eyes, "it is not your fault. This was just a freak accident, understand?"

Earth nodded solemnly, not really responding to the moons question.

"Alright," Luna sighed, "let's get you dressed."

Falling into an awkward silence, Luna changed the Earth and changed himself. Afterwards they resigned to waiting for someone to come. With what happened yesterday, it was not deemed safe for Earth to walk. His injuries needed to heal after all.

// 15 Minutes Later //

A knock on the door drew the duos' attention, "Come in!" They hollered between simultaneously.

"Good morning!" The Sun cheerfully exclaimed, entering the room, carefully ducking due to his gigantic size (at least in comparison to Earth and Luna; He was actually quite average, maybe even a little small, for a star).

"Oh! Good morning, Sun!!" The planet started, "Why're you in your true form?"

(That was a good question, Luna reasoned, he wasn't in that form last night. Though he'd never say that out loud; The Sun is quite unstable.)

"That's because I will be making an announcement after breakfast and it's easier to get all your attention in this form!" The Sun winked at the Moon, "But I digress, we shouldn't make them wait any longer!"

"Right! Uhm..." Earth trailed off, looking at his lap.

"Oh! Right! Here, let me carry you!" The Sun said, picking up both the planet and moon in one hand, "Let's get a move on!" He said, leaving the room carefully.

Earth turned to the Sun, gripping his large finger for stability, "What's the announcement about?"

The Sun smirked, bringing his pointer finger up to his lip, "It's a surprise!"

"O-kay." Earth said, turning to look at his satellite, "Hey, Lunes?"

"Yeah, 'arth?"

"Thank you for taking care of me.."

"It's no problem... You're my brother. There's no need to thank me for that!"

"Heh.. I love ya, Luna."

"Love you too, Earth." The satellite replied, falling into a comfortable silence as they watched the doors pass.

"We're here!" Sun announced, opening the door to the dining room, which was a huge room with five large tables spread across it.

The middle table was reserved for the Sun, the planets, and the drawf planets and their moons, plus Earth and Mars's moons. Saturn's Moons had the first table to the left of the doors, and Jupiter's to the right. Uranus's moons were sitting at the table on the right wall, and Neptune's the left wall. This made it easier to control the traffic flow, especially with the assigned seating that Sun had implemented a while ago.

He brought the planet and moon to their seats at the middle table, though he shot a glare at Mars and Venus that Luna's sure only he saw.

"Good morning, Earth!" Jupiter greeted the green and blue speckled planet, "If you needed assistance getting around, you could've called me, you know."

"I know.." The aforementioned planet mumbled.

"Hey, you okay?" The ringed planet, Saturn, asked the life bearing planet.

"I'm okay." Earth said, looking at his bowl and picking at the asteroid cereal. His favorite asteroid cereal.

Luna looked worriedly at his planet; He seemed off after what happened, though how could Luna blame him? He got seriously injured yesterday. It was just supposed to be a game. Luna shook himself out of his thoughts and focused on eating, not wanting to lose himself in them.

// After Breakfast //

Everyone had just finished eating when the Sun stood up from his spot. Tapping his spook against his coffee mug, he cleared his throat, "Excuse me, everyone! I have an announcement to make!" He projected his voice, "Starting today, planets will be confined to their rooms unless I give them express permission to leave! Due to this, the planets will be transferred to new rooms that are connected to the housing unit for their moons or, at the very least, their moons' room!"

A suffocating silence filled the room as the celestial bodies took in the news. Slowly, the room filled with white noise as they started to mumble amongst themselves, saying things like:

"How could he do this?"

"What will this mean for the others?"

"Why?"

"Is this due to the incident yesterday?"

"Why aren't the moons surprised?"

Ect.

After the muttering died down, the Sun continued, "Planets, moons, please follow me! Dwarf planets,  you're free to return to your usual schedule. "

With that, he started his way towards the doors, stopping to pick up an eerily quiet Earth and worried Luna on his way out. He led what was essentially the whole solarsystem through the mansion until he came across a long hallway with nine doors.

The largest door located at the very end of the hallway was an oak door, with the word Sol etched into it and the astrological symbol for the sun painted onto it in a golden color.

The door immediately to the left of the largest door was the smallest door. On it was etched Mercury's name and his symbol, too, lied painted on the door in the same gold color as the first.

Across the hall from Mercury's room was Venus's, and it too had his name and astrological symbol on it.

Earth's room was next to Mercury's, though on it was etched both Earth and Luna's names as was both astrological symbols.

Mars was situated across the hall from Earth, and next to Earth was Jupiter's room. Saturn's room was between Mars and Neptune's room, and across the hall from Neptune was Uranus.

Each door was sized accordingly for each planet (or at least their true form). They all followed the pattern of having their name's etched into the door and their symbol painted in gold onto it. The jovians doors have smaller doors cut into them, akin to a doggy door, so that their moons can easily exit and enter as they please.

After a moment, the Sun started to speak, "As you can see, each door marked for whose room it leads too! For the rocky planets, the doors lead straight to their living quarters. For the jovians, there is a hallway that leads to your room with a split that leads to where your moons stay! Moons and drawf planets are free to go between the rooms as they want, though if a planet requests you to stay out of their room, you will, got it?" The Sun asked with a glare directed to the moons.

A murmur of "Yes Sir." Followed throughout the moons of the Solarsystem.

"Good! Now, why don't you get used to your rooms?" Sun 'suggested' to the planets as he set Luna and Earth down. "Mercury, Venus, please wait out here for me. I have something to discuss with you after I get Earth situated."

Said planets nodded, sharing a nervous glance with one another; they were the only planets in the Solarsystem without satellites.

"Good," Sun said, shrinking down to be just slightly larger than Earth, "I won't be long now! C'mon." He said, picking up the living planet with ease (even when his height changed, he was just as strong as he was in his full form. Sometimes, he forgot this, so the planets had to be careful).

The inside of Earth’s room looked like a small house of its own. The walls were a sage green, and the floor was a dark chestnut wood.

It had a living room complete with a large TV and cream-colored couch and a wall-matching green rug. The living room was separated from the kitchen by a half wall.

The kitchen floors were tiled black and white, and the cabinets were a spruce wood. The counter tops were a blue and white marble with a blue blacksplash. The appliances were a cream color similar to the couch.

There were three doors, excluding the one leading out to the hallway. The first one was a shared bathroom for the moon and planet duo. The second and third ones were both bedrooms, but Sun knew that Earth and Luna would probably transform the second bedroom into something else as they preferred sharing a room with one another.

Right next to the door they entered, through, was a wheelchair, one specifically made for Earth. The Sun gingerly set the terrestrial planet into the wheel chair, "There you go!" He declared, "Now I must go; You'll be alright on your own, yes?"

"Yes," Earth's moon affirmed, "We'll be fine. Don't want to keep them waiting, do you?"

"Right!" The Sun concluded, "I'll come check on you soon!"

"Don't be too quick!" The moon retorted under his breath. Turning to his planet, he asked "How are you holding up Earth?"

The planet simply shrugged in response.

"Fair enough, I suppose."

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