#Rei the graceful butterfly

[lurantis1]

Can you draw Rei and George bonding abt their partners (even in their ghostforms) HAHAHAHA, it's been stuck on my mind ever since the, "Oh wow, you like girls too? So do I!! We have so much in common!!"

they love women

[lovegiroke]

Update

We got

Ethel for A5 (it was when her daughter disappeared)

Rei for A2 blowing a kiss (I’m assuming it’s for Abigail)

Poppy for D2 doing peace signs

and finally I put George for A1 since there can’t be a better match (and so someone can save a spot ticket)

I’m happy for any more requests, you can fill up to 3

[alxndryngs]

A Day Off

A/N: Since I am in desperate need of comfort/fluff, I came up with this. Enjoy!

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Alcina’s favourite maid has a bad day.

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Alcina, sitting in her atelier, was focused on her newest art piece. She only recently had gotten back into painting, and upon her new oil paints arriving, she had pushed work aside for once and hid away in her art room.

She even asked for her daughters to stay by themselves for the day, and put Bela in charge. Alcina wanted to dedicate herself to the work in process fully, without distractions.

The smell of fresh paint and sounds of birds chirping outside had fully consumed her, and hours passed without her noticing.

It was only when the feeling of hunger clawed at her throat that she noticed how much time had passed. Alcina called out, loud enough for the maids to hear.

“Yes, my lady.” Ingrid asked upon entering, her hands folded behind her back.

“Let y/n know I’m in desperate need of a glass of wine, and perhaps a small snack. She’ll know what to make me.”

Y/n had been her personal maid for almost three years at this point, having proven herself more than capable and worthy. Alcina took a liking to the girl, despite her wanting to admit it. She acted with grace, was humble and kind. Everything Alcina thought she herself was not, despite acting with grace.

The maid had left soon after, nodding before dismissal.

“Thank you, my-“ Alcina’s words ceased once her head turned and she was met by the image of Helena, and not y/n. “I asked for y/n, if I’m not mistaken.” Her tone now had a sharp edge to it, already feeling the annoyance bubbling up inside of her.

“Yes, my lady, I’m aware. But I was available, y/n isn’t feeling well today.”

Alcina paused, the paint covered brush slowly being lowered before placed down. It had surprised her that her little maid was feeling ill. In the years y/n had worked at the castle she might have fallen ill three times in total. Nothing could shake her, not even the freezing temperatures of the winter. Instead of freezing and sitting in front of her fireplace, she insisted on Alcina’s daughters receiving her firewood. ‘She didn’t need it’ she said.

“Well, send her the castle nurse. She will fix a remedy for whatever it is that is causing her to feel ill.” Alcina nodded, convinced this idea would be the solution. As the maid stood still, her mouth opening and closing to fish for an answer, Alcina snapped.

“Stop gawking at me like a dying bubble eye fish and do as I said! What am I paying you for?”

The maids mouth now stood agape in fear, and she stuttered for an answer. “I’m- my lady. I’m ever so sorry. A remedy from the nurse won’t help her. She’s just.. not feeling well mentally today.”

The maid paused, then adding in a panicked tone. “I apologise. I’m not sure if I was allowed to share that with you, Lady Dimitre-“

“I’m your employer, you’ll share with me when you last bled if I wish for you to.” Alcina growled, now standing and pushing the maid aside as she left her atelier.

As she strut through the castle, an anxious feeling overcame her. Y/n had always been collected and happy, and it seemed out of order for her to put work on hold. She had seen people die and burn because of Alcina’s wrath. People burning and screaming, being gutted, and managed to sleep like a baby. It confused Alcina.

She had slowed once entering the hallway leading towards the maidens rooms. Her heels thudded against the carpet, ceasing once having approached y/n’s room.

“Y/n?” Alcina called out, waiting for a response before gently knocking on the door with her knuckle. “Y/n, darling. I’ve heard that-“

Alcina stopped herself as the door opened. She fought the smile threatening to spread across her lips when y/n looked back at her.

“My lady.” She greeted, the same smile as always on the girls lips.

Alcina stood confused, licking her lips to moist them before pushing a smile back.

“Do you need me to wash your dress?”

Alcina’s brows furrowed “Pardon?”

“Your dress, my lady. It’s covered in paint.”

Alcina didn’t bother looking down at herself. Instead she shook her head and began to lean down, moving to step into the room as y/n stepped back to allow her to.

“I heard you were ill.” The stutter in y/n’s heart didn’t miss her. Alcina turned to look at her, waiting until she had closed the door before speaking again, her tone softer this time.

“You have always been by my side, ever since you came to Castle Dimitrescu. You’ve listened to me rant about my incompetent brother, complain over my business and daughters. You even dried my tears and blood for me. It is my turn to return the favour, my dear. Sit, and speak to me. What’s causing your little heart to beat this way?”

Alcina lowered herself onto the bed as she spoke. Y/n wasn’t sure if she had ever seen the kindness in Alcina’s eyes like there was now. It was inviting, comforting.

She obeyed, taking a seat next to her lady. It didn’t take long for the words to pool out of her, and all of a sudden, she had displayed the world to Alcina. Every single one of her concerns and problems laid splayed out before her, for her to look at and judge.

But instead, Alcina remained silent the whole time. Not once had she budged in to ask a question, even though there were multiple that burned on the tip of her tongue.

For comfort, Alcina removed the cream coloured handkerchief from her pocket. The Dimitrescu sigil was stitched into the corner.

Carefully, she had dried the maids tears. Her large hand cupped her cheek, and with the other she dried her tears.

Y/n cried, her face flush because of it and the embarrassment of crying in front of someone like Alcina. A wave of guilt overcame her for so freely unloading her problems onto Alcina.

“I’m sorry, my lady. I shouldn’t have burdened you with my problems, I-“

“Shush.” Alcina snapped, her voice immediately softening after. For a moment she hesitated, but then gently pulled her into her lap. She had to lift her slightly to her height to give her a proper hug. Alcinas gloved fingers ran through her hair, holding her close enough to feel her heartbeat against her own chest.

“Don’t ever say that. You are not a burden, or burdening me by speaking about your feelings. Your feelings are more than valid, especially in topics like the ones you have shared with me just now. I am beyond proud that you shared your concerns. It takes courage to speak up about one’s concerns. And from what I can tell, this has bothered you for a long time.”

Alcina gently peeled the maid off of her, only enough so she could look at her. Y/n had leaned on her only after moments, quietly crying into the woman’s shoulder.

Her hands cupped her small face, and Alcina spoke quietly.

“I want you to know that I always will be someone you can trust, and confine in. I’m here, and I’m listening. Do you hear me?”

A small sob bubbled out of her, and she nodded. Y/n’s eyes closed as Alcina pressed the most gentle kiss to her forehead, letting it linger enough for both of them to have time to relish in it before pulling away.

Her lips had left behind a red mark which she would make sure to remove later on. But for now, she was returning the hug y/n had given her. She had thrown her arms around the older woman, holding on tight as her walls began to fully break down and crumble beneath them both.

Alcina closed her eyes, holding her close as she swayed them from side to side. Whispering sweet nothings calmed y/n after a few minutes, and Alcina made sure to show her appreciation of the girl for the rest of the day.

“I started a new art piece.. would you like to join me in the atelier for the rest of the day?” Alcina offered with a smile which intensified upon seeing y/n smile at the suggestion.

She wondered if the girl would notice that it was her Alcina was painting. Taking a stroll through the Dimitrescu garden at midnight, the moon shining down on her.

[asumofwords]

The Sublet - Roommate!AU

Warnings: She/her pronouns, slow burn, angst. Tags will be added as the fic goes along.

Pairings: Modern!Aemond x Reader

Summary: Living with Helaena Targaryen was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Meeting at university, the two of you became thick as thieves and quickly best friends, moving into a flat together. But what will happen when Helaena has to leave, and her quiet, brooding, brother moves in?

Notes: Well hello there my babies, hehe here is the little mini series I have begun for a modern!Aemond roommate AU. I'm super excited to explore this side of things as I have mostly been putting my focus into SFA. Please let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! Hehe, slowish burn too <3 Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Christmas Beetle

The key scratched against the metal of the lock, your hand turning it as you opened the door to your flat, the smell of cooking curling around you as you stepped inside. From the kitchen you could hear your roommate Helaena humming to the music that played out of your speaker. 

“Hel!” You called out, dropping your keys into the dish by the door, toeing your shoes off as you moved inside the apartment. 

“In here!” Helaena sang back.

You moved your way down the hall, dropping your bag on the dining room table as you moved towards the kitchen.

Helaena stood barefooted in a singlet and pair of matching underwear. Her long silver hair piled atop her head, held together by a large butterfly clip. 

“Whatcha cooking, good looking?” You asked, walking up behind Helaena who reached out to turn down the speaker that was currently playing Lana Del Reys ‘West Coast’. 

Helaena turned her head, small silver butterfly earrings dangling from her ears, “Bolognese!” 

The room smelt of cooking onion and tomato, and you breathed in deeply as she reached forward to put in some cut up carrots and celery inside of the ceramic large pot. 

“Yum. God I love you.” You sighed, leaning back against the counter as you watched her stir in the ingredients, “What did I do to deserve you?”

“Absolutely nothing.” She grinned, reaching forward for the salt, sprinkling it atop, “Who else would feed you if I didn’t?”

“Hey! I can cook.” You frowned.

Helaena laughed loudly, “Mi Goreng doesn’t count.”

“I’ll have you know I can cook more than that.” You crossed your arms around your chest as you kicked a foot out to hit her shin softly.

Helaena jumped back, “Don’t be mean to the chef or you won’t get anything.”

You bowed, arm out in a dramatic flair, “Apologies, Your Grace.”

“Cut it out.” She pouted, “How was work?”

Hopping up on the counter, you groaned, “Don’t get me started. Larys was on my ass the whole day. Remind me why I work there again?”

“Because you need the money, and I got you the job.”

“It wasn’t just you that got me the job.” You grunted, “I have a great resume.”

“Of course you do.”

Tossing your head back against the cabinets you looks at the cream ceiling, “Ugh, how do you deal with Larys at all? He’s such a fucking creep. I swear he is always looking at me with those beady little eyes. You know the only time he has ever been nice to me was when he complimented my new shoes.” You scrunched your nose up at the thought. 

Your boss Larys Strong was a man who made your skin crawl. Lanky, with a crooked build, the brunette man always had a way of getting under your skin, and you could always feel his eyes on you when you worked in the office. He hovered around other workers, asking personal questions and prying into everyone else’s personal lives, and yet you knew next to nothing about the man. A complete energy vampire.

“I’m sure he’s not that bad. Mum hasn’t said anything about him and she works with him.” Helaena pointed out, bringing the spoon to her lips to try to sauce. She hummed loudly as she dipped it again, hand beneath it as she offered you a try.

You leant forward blowing on the spoon softly as steamed poured off of it, “Yeah, but your mum isn’t the most observant person, Hel.” You sucked the sauce into your mouth, eyes closing as you moaned loudly, “Oh my god. This is heaven. If you weren’t my best friend I would marry you.”

Helaena blushed and took the spoon back from you, swatting your thigh on the bench, “That ship has sailed.”

You laughed loudly at the memory, “How was I supposed to know you were hitting on me? You said I looked like a Christmas beetle.”

“Christmas beetles are beautiful.” Helaena said indignantly, “They have many different colours and shades, and in the sun they glow.”

“Don’t you go soft on me, Hely.” You teased, kicking your legs against the cabinet with a thunk, “Besides, you can’t butter me up with this home cooked meal no matter how good it is. I can’t believe you’re leaving me here alone.” You whined, throwing your head back, “And on break too!”

“Life is a cruel mistress.” She mocked you, “You won’t even notice I’m gone." A pale hand waved itself at you in the air in dismissal, "It’s only for the month, maybe even less than that. You know I have to go see Daeron, he’s been studying at Old Town all by himself, the poor thing.”

“Yeah well, not all of us can get into the prestigious Old Town University.” You huffed, “And I will notice you’re gone, who will cook me dinner?”

“I thought you said you could cook.”

“Hel, you wound me.” You grabbed the front of your shirt above your heart dramatically.

Helaena snorted, “Suck it up. Besides, my brother is going to sublet the room for the month so you won’t be alone.”

“Hel,” You whispered, head tilted in uncertainty, “Please don’t tell me Aegon is moving in. I love you, you know this, but your brother is a sex pest. Last time he came over he called me a Gazelle.”

“A Gazelle?”

“Said I have long legs.” You grimaced.

“Ugh. Gross. He is such a manwhore.” You hummed in agreement as Helaena scrunched her face up, mouth open in disgust, “But no, Aemond is going to sublet the room.”

“Hel, that isn’t any better. Aemond?” You began, leaning forward as you looked at her uneasily, “'Can’t pry a word out of the man', Aemond? 'Messy break up with his crazy ex', Aemond? Hel are you punishing me?”

“Be nice.” She slapped your arm, adding fresh basil into the pot that simmered gently, “Aemond is sweet once you get to know him. He’s just shy.”

“The last time I spoke to him, I asked him how his day was and he just hummed at me. He hummed.”

Helaena laughed.

“It’s not funny, Hel! Who the hell just hums like that?”

A small laugh floated through her nose, “Look, Aemond was the only one I could get to sublet the room in such short notice. Especially someone I trust. Plus, he needs to get away from Harrenhal and move back to Kings Landing. Alys has really done a number on him, and I think if he gets some time away from her he will see it’s better that way.”

“Can't you ask your mum to cover the rent? You’re not exactly scraping by.”

The Targaryens were richer than most, descended from ancient royalty, even owning an island called Dragonstone, a short boat ride away from shore, where a large fortress sat atop. Helaena would sometimes go for the summer to see her cousins, and had even taken you one year.

“I don’t want anything to do with the family money. When I moved out, I made a promise to myself that I would make it on my own.”

You sighed, smiling at your best friend. She really was one of a kind, willing to go above and beyond for her friends and not freeloading from her generational wealth like her brothers did, “You’re a good person, Hel. But you’re putting my head on the chopping block.”

“Mm.”

“Not you too.” You whined.

“Better get used to it," She grinned, enjoying your distress, "Aemond will be moving into my room at the end of the week. So I expect you to behave yourself while I’m away and be nice to him.”

You gasped in mock offence, “I’m always nice!”

Helaena gave you a pointed look. 

“Okay, well fine. I’ll be on my best behaviour for you.” You hopped off the counter, and put a hand on your chest and one in the air, “Scouts honour.”

“You weren’t a scout.”

“Never too late.” You grinned.

Helaena scrunched her nose at you, “You’re so annoying. Go shower, you stink.”

“I do not!” You said indignantly, turning your head to your shoulder to smell yourself.

“Well, there’s too many chefs in the kitchen and I want to have an everything shower tonight.”

You opened your mouth in mock surprise as you looked at her, a soft gasp leaving your lips. You crossed your arms over your chest as you looked at your best friend, “And who are you shaving for?” You wiggled your eyebrows at her.

Helaena blushed, “No one.”

“No.” You said in disbelief.

“Y/n-“

“Please tell me you’re not.”

Silence.

“Are you seeing Sara again?” 

Helaena looked so sheepish as she went back to stirring the dinner, you moved to stand behind her, resting your head on her shin from behind as you watched her cook, “Hel, what are you hiding from me?”

“Go away, you big gnat.” 

“I thought I was a Christmas beetle?”

“I’ve changed my mind. Plus you’re one to talk, I saw Cregan’s car out the front the other day as I left for work.” Helaena snipped, flustered and cheeks completely red. Her neck speckled with a blush that rose up from her chest.

“Glass houses. Besides, you can’t say the Starks aren’t scrummy.” You pinched her side and moved away from the kitchen, “I’m going to shower, and I’ll make sure to leave you some hot water so when Sara comes over tonight you’ll be all squeaky clean.” You teased.

“Shut it!”

The next morning you rose early to make yourself a cup of tea, you bumping into Sara on her way out of the house. The brunette was moving quickly out the door, hair knotted at the back of her head and lips blushed. 

“Morning Sara.” You greeted her as she walked past you on the lounge, clearly not expecting to see you. You lifted your mug of tea up towards her in greeting and watched as her cheeks blushed a deeper red than the top she was wearing. 

“Morning.” She responded, “Sorry, I’ve got an early class to get to.”

“Its Saturday.”

“Uh-” The Stark stuttered.

“And it’s break.”

“Oh, shut up." She smirked, "Tell my brother I said 'hi.'” Smile pulling downwards on her lips playfully. 

You laughed softly in the quiet of the room, and bid her a goodbye. 

Sara and Helaena had been on and off for longer than you had known Helaena, and was actually how you met Cregan. Sara had set it up after a night of drinking together, and Helaena had only encouraged you to ‘let your freak fly’.

Cregan was amazing. Tall, kind, smart and with a handsomeness that only Northerners had, with these dark brown eyes that you could get lost in. 

But in saying that, you weren’t compatible in anything other than sex or casual friendship. You had been sleeping together for a few months when he wanted more, and you weren’t ready for that. And so you had ended the little tryst that you had, and parted on good terms. Amicable terms.

For a while, the two of you hadn’t spoken, letting Cregan have space from you to process what had happened, but eventually you had received a text to meet up for a coffee one day, and decided you were better off being friends. 

Who fucked. 

Occasionally. 

Helaena exited her room shortly after, her silver hair messy and wearing an oversized t-shirt that hung to her mid thighs, a large centipede with a hat on the front. 

“Good morning sleepy head.” You sang to her, watching as she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. 

“Why are you up so early?” She grumbled, clearly not having gotten much sleep. 

“There’s an antique market down in the square and I thought we could go and get some trinkets.” You smiled, watching as her eyes came alight.

“Trinketville.” She spoke in a high pitched voice.

“Yup!”

Shuffling her feet towards you, she leant over the back of the couch, “When does it start?”

“Started around 7.” You grabbed your phone to look at the screen, “It’s only 8:40, so if you quickly get dressed I can drive us down and get us a park.”

“Yay!” Helaena chirped, spinning back into her room suddenly alive.

As she walked away you called out to her, “Saw Sara sneak out.”

“Huh?” Helaena yelled back.

“I saw Sara this morning!”

Helaena stuck her head out from the door, hiding her naked body behind its frame, cheeks tinged pink, “Please don’t tell me you said anything.” She winced.

“I just said good morning.” You said coyly, watching as Helaena sighed in exacerbation before going back into her room.

“You know,” You called out, standing to put your mug in the dishwasher, “You don’t have to hide her in your room. I don’t hide Cregan.”

Helaena stepped out wearing a pair of pale denim overalls, and a soft yellow shirt underneath, socks and doc martins in hand, “Yeah well, you haven’t dated Cregan.”

“I mean we kind of did.” You shrugged, leaning against the side of the couch as she sat at the small dining table to put her shoes and socks on. 

“Fucking him on the couch doesn’t count as dating.”

It was your time to blush, “Close enough.”

Helaena snorted, lacing up her boots, “Aren’t you going to get dressed?” She eyed you up and down, one brow raised. 

You looked down at yourself. You were in an old busted t-shirt which had far too many holes to make it physically sound, and beneath you wore some old track pants and slides. 

“Whats wrong with what I’m wearing?” You asked, offence in your tone.

“What’s right with it?” Helaena grimaced, “Go get actually dressed you slob. What if there’s someone cute at the markets?”

“I will have no time for cuties as I will be too lost in the joys of finding the ultimate trinkets for my collection.” You sniffed, raising your chin in defiance. 

“Borderline hoarding at this point.”

You gasped, “Hey! Says you Miss Insects.”

“Go get dressed,” Helaena insisted leaving no room for argument, “Then we will head out. Do you think they’ll have coffee?”

You laughed, “Yeah, there should be a truck.”

When you were dressed and ready, you drove yourself and Helaena down to the markets, already full of people and bursting with life.

Many people brought their dogs with them and to your delight, an old man people called Maester Orwyle was seen walking his white Persian cat inside of a pram. The cat sat with her paws crossed in front of her as she watched everyone walking past, the occasional hiss given to the dogs that passed her or children who got too close. 

Helaena giggled loudly as you both passed it, moving to look at another antique jewellery stand, Helaena’s eyes immediately spotting a small, gold, dragonfly pin. Its wings had emeralds on its tips and a larger one as its head. 

She held the pin in her hand, uncertain if she should get it or not, the old man behind the table trying to sell it to her. 

“It’s real gold, 14 karats. Real emeralds too. A pretty broach for a pretty girl.”

Helaena smiled politely though you knew she wished to move away.

“Come on Hel, when will you ever find something like that again?” You encouraged her. Her lip was caught between her teeth as she thought.

Looking up at the greying man behind the table, you asked for the price, “How much?”

“$70.” The man replied.

Helaena moved to put the pin back down, “It’s too expensive.” She said quietly.

“Nonsense.” You whispered back. “I’ll give you forty for it.” You looked at the man. 

“Forty is too low. I’ll do sixty.”

“Fifty.” You counted.

“Y/n.” Helaena hissed.

The old man hummed as he look at the two of you before he nodded, “Fifty then.”

You looked at Helaena triumphantly and watched as she sheepishly gave the man the money, clutching the pin in her hand as the two of you walked away.

“I hate when you do that. It's so embarrassing. You’re like my grandpa.”

“Did you just compare me to Otto?” You grimaced, remembering your interactions with the stiff older man. He was rather cold, and barely spoke a word to you unless to correct you, but he would brighten up when speaking to Helaena considerably. 

“You leave him alone, he’s old.”

You hummed in response. 

“You’ll get along with Aemond just fine if you keep that up.” Helaena teased and you stuck your tongue out at her, moving to look at some old books. 

You picked up an old heavy leather book, which looked to have been buried in dust. You opened the cover gently and looked at the front page. Your eyes widened. 

“Helaena!” You hissed, grabbing her to your side as you looked down at the book in your hand, “This is a First Edition.” You quietly whispered. 

“Looks like the worst edition.” She giggled and you elbowed her in the side.

“Seriously Hel, these are so hard to come across! It’s ‘The Lovers of Queen Nymeria’ too, this is like old old.” You explained, excitement racing through your veins, “These are seriously hard to get a hold of!”

“God, you and Aemond are the same. I swear my dad had that in his library.”

You snorted, “Yeah, well, not all of us come from royalty, Hel. I come from a long line of peasants, which I-“

“Oh, cut it out.” She griped.

You let yourself laugh, holding the book in your hands in wonder, “They’re probably asking for hundreds for this. God, I can’t believe I’m even able to touch it right now!”

Helaena looked up at the young man who had the stall, “Excuse me, could you please tell us the price of this book?”

“Hel, it’ll be way out of my price range.” You sighed quietly.

The man turned and came over, looking at the book in your hands, “I’ll give it to you for $20.” He said with disinterest, looking at the worn cover. 

“$20?!” You said in disbelief, shock crawling through you.

“We’ll take it!” Helaena responded quickly, handing he man $20 from her small silver purse. 

“Hel, I’m paying for it.”

“Nope!” She popped the ‘p’ as you moved away, holding the book in your hands in shock. “This is my gift to you, plus you saved me the money for the pin, aaaand you can take it as me buttering you up because mumboughtmeanearlierflight.” The last part of her sentance was speedily blurted as she turned to look at you, offering you a remorseful smile. 

“You bitch.” You narrowed your eyes at her, “You’re lucky I love you.”

You walked side by side, looking at the rest of the stalls, finding some fun little things before the two of you decided to go home, exhausted from walking around in the hot sun for hours. 

When you arrived back at the apartment, Helaena slumped onto the couch the two of you had found on the street years back. It was a light brown velvet, with dark wood detailing. An absolute classic.

The silver haired girl sighed, tugging her bag onto her lap as she begun to line up her buys of the day on the table. 

You joined her, placing your book on the table followed by a small, vintage, golden mirror and a large candle holder for your room. Helaena had bought her pin, a small blue skirt with little green beetles on it, as well as a large framed Luna Moth.

You let your head drop to her shoulder, “I’m going to miss you.” You whined, tapping your head onto the bone of her shoulder. 

“You big baby, I’ll be back in no time.”

“But you’re leaving me on breaaaak. What about all the hotties we were going to pick up at the bars?” 

Helaena laughed loudly as she rested her head against the top of yours, “Plenty of time to do that when I get back.”

You grunted, “Don’t act like you didn’t tell me you are leaving earlier. You said end of the week.” You pulled away and looked at her with your eyes narrowed, “When are you leaving now?”

“Tomorrow.” Helaena sighed.

“Tomorrow?! What!”

Helaena began to fiddle with her hands in her lap, her pale fingers picking at the skin at her nails. You watched as Helaena became quiet, shut in, and a sudden wave of anxiety moved through you. 

“Hel, what’s wrong? Has Sara done something?” You questioned, head dipping to try and catch her eyes.

“Dads sick.”

Your brows furrowed as you looked at her, “Has he gotten worse?” You asked softly.

Helaena’s dad had been sick for a long time, when you had met her she was worried, but knew there was nothing that she could do. Her visits to her family home back then were frequent, but as time went on, her visits became less, and she had assured you that his team of carers and her mother could handle it.

“It’s not good.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” She gave you a sad smile, “It was going to happen one day or another. Mum wants us to go back to see them at the Keep, so I’m going to Daeron’s to get him and we will go together.”

“But what about Aemond? Will he be going with you?”

Helaena let out a quiet breath, “Dad doesn’t have the best relationship with Aem and Egg. Pretty sure my sister will be at the Keep with my nephews, and well,” She paused, and you knew why, “You know Aem doesn’t have a good relationship with them.”

You remembered the day Helaena had told you about Aemond’s fight with Lucerys when they were kids and the accident. You had felt terrible hearing the news, but now understood why tensions in the family were so strained. Not to mention that Helaena’s sister Rhaenyra, from his first marriage, was largely favoured over his other three children.

But from all accounts that Helaena had told you, Rhaenyra was a lovely woman, and incredibly kind to her.

You grabbed Helaena’s hand and held it, “Let me know if you need me to come, yeah? Or need anything of me. I mean anything. You need me, I’ll be there.” 

Helaena gave you a gentle smile as she nodded, “Thanks, but I’ll be okay. Maybe you could come to the Keep and stay a week or something once I'm settled.”

“Will that hunky Criston be there?” You waggled your eyebrows at her.

Helaena's face morphed into disgust, “Ewww. I don’t see what you see in him.”

“What? He’s hot, plus him being your mums bodyguard makes it so much hotter.”

“He’s not her bodyguard.” Helaena argued.

“Sure, then he just follows her around like a lost puppy and is paid to look pretty. Anyhow, when is Aemond coming since you go tomorrow?” You rested your head back against her shoulder, fiddling with her hand in her lap as you wiggled her fingers with yours.

“He said he’d be driving his old chevy Vhagar in, so who knows how long that will take. If it doesn’t break down on the way.” Helaena snickered.

Thanks so much for reading along with me, if you wish to be added to the tag list please let me know :) Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated ! Enjoy <3

Taglist:

@mrstargayen09 @iamavailablesstuff @malfoytargaryen @hogwarts1207 @diannnnsss

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[boschianacc]

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[oldmanpeace]

My favorite album from each year, 1960+.

1960. Blues & Roots - Charles Mingus 1961. Blue Hawaii - Elvis Presley 1962. Jazz Samba - Stan Getz with Charlie Byrd 1963. The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan 1964. The Times They Are A-Changin' - Bob Dylan 1965. Bringing It All Back Home - Bob Dylan 1966. Blonde on Blonde - Bob Dylan. 1967. Are You Experienced - Jimi Hendrix 1968. Beggars Banquet - The Rolling Stones 1969. Let It Bleed - The Rolling Stones 1970. Bridge Over Troubled Water - Simon & Garfunkel 1971. Led Zeppelin IV - Led Zeppelin 1972. Harvest - Neil Young 1973. Pronounced - Lynyrd Skynyrd 1974. Pretzel Logic - Steely Dan 1975. Born To Run - Bruce Springsteen 1976. Turnstiles - Billy Joel 1977. Rumours - Fleetwood Mac 1978. Excitable Boy - Warren Zevon 1979. Rust Never Sleeps - Neil Young 1980. Heartattack And Vine - Tom Waits 1981. Moving Pictures - Rush 1982. The Number of the Beast - Iron Maiden 1983. Kill 'Em All - Metallica 1984. Purple Rain - Prince 1985. Hounds of Love - Kate Bush 1986. Graceland - Paul Simon 1987. Appetite For Destruction - Guns N' Roses 1988. ...And Justice For All - Metallica 1989. Doolittle - Pixies 1990. People's Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm - A Tribe Called Quest 1991. Nevermind - Nirvana 1992. Rage Against the Machine - Rage Against the Machine 1993. Enter The Wu-Tang - Wu-Tang Clan 1994. Weezer (The Blue Album) - Weezer 1995. Jagged Little Pill - Alanis Morissette 1996. Beautiful Freak - Eels 1997. Either/Or - Elliott Smith 1998. Mezzanine - Massive Attack 1999. Californication - Red Hot Chili Peppers 2000. Heartbreaker - Ryan Adams 2001. Toxicity - System of a Down 2002. Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots - The Flaming Lips 2003. Deja Entendu - Brand New 2004. Hot Fuss - The Killers 2005. Takk... - Sigur Rós 2006. One-X - Three Days Grace 2007. Oracular Spectacular - MGMT 2008. 808s & Heartbreak - Kanye West 2009. Man On The Moon: The End of Day - Kid Cudi 2010. My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy - Kanye West 2011. Watch The Throne - Jay-Z 2012. Born To Die - Lana Del Rey 2013. Pure Heroine - Lorde 2014. Ultraviolence - Lana Del Rey 2015. To Pimp A Butterfly - Kendrick Lamar 2016. Puberty 2 - Mitski 2017. Cult Drugs - Blood Command 2018. Goodbye & Good Riddance - Juice WRLD 2019. Norman Fucking Rockwell! - Lana Del Rey 2020. The New Abnormal - The Strokes 2021. The Horses and the Hounds - James McMurtry 2022. It's Almost Dry - Pusha T 2023. World Music Radio - Jon Batiste 2024. The Past Is Still Alive - Hurray For The Riff Raff

[elryuse]

pls make a yandere rei fic, from a sports setting

Injured.

YANDERE REI X MALE READER

The ache in Rei's knee was a constant phantom throb, a cruel echo of the roar of the crowd that once cheered her name. Her once-pristine apartment mirrored the emptiness within her. Gone were the trophies, the motivational posters, replaced by a suffocating silence broken only by the relentless tick of the clock and the gnawing emptiness in her gut.

Her fall from grace had been swift and brutal. A misplaced landing, a sickening crack, and suddenly, the golden girl of Korean gymnastics was yesterday's news. The agency, once hovering like a pack of vultures, had become ghosts, their calls replaced by a chilling silence. Only Y/n, her ever-optimistic manager, remained a constant.

Y/n, with his perpetually rumpled suits and sunshine smile, was a lifeline in the storm. He brought her takeout on bad days, meticulously researched alternative therapies, and held onto the belief in her comeback with a fervor that mirrored her own, fading hope. He saw the fire in her eyes that others deemed extinguished, a flicker that warmed a tiny corner of her desolate heart.

But hope, like a fragile butterfly, was a delicate thing. The agency's silence spoke volumes. They were dangling her over another agency, a rising star named Minji. Beautiful, talented, and the daughter of a media mogul, Minji was everything Rei was not - a living, breathing embodiment of everything that had been stolen from her.

A cold dread coiled in Rei's stomach, a serpent awakening from a long slumber. The thought of losing Y/n, the only person who saw beyond the shattered athlete, was a terror that eclipsed the physical pain in her knee. The once fragile butterfly of hope morphed into a monstrous, possessive creature, its wings a chilling black.

The following days were a whirlwind of calculated actions fueled by a twisted cocktail of love, despair, and a chilling intelligence that had always lurked beneath Rei's dazzling smile. She delved into Minji's life, a spider meticulously weaving a web. Training schedules, social media habits, even the brand of protein bars Minji favored - everything became a weapon in Rei's warped arsenal.

One rainy night, the meticulously planned "accident" unfolded with horrifying efficiency. A strategically placed puddle, a shadowed figure, and a sickening crunch. Minji's scream, swallowed by the downpour, was a macabre symphony to Rei's twisted sense of justice.

With Minji sidelined, the agency, desperate to avoid a PR nightmare, revoked Y/n's transfer. Relief washed over him, tinged with a growing unease about Rei's sudden manic cheerfulness and the cloying sweetness of the lilies that now seemed to fill every corner of her apartment.

"Rei?" Y/n's voice was a tremor as he entered the apartment one evening. "Where have you been?"

She emerged from the shadows, a chilling smile playing on her lips. The once sterile apartment was now a shrine to her twisted love. Pictures of them, stolen from his social media, adorned the walls. News clippings about Minji's "accident" lay scattered on the coffee table, their bold headlines screaming of misfortune.

"Taking care of some… inconveniences," she purred, her voice a chilling caress. Her touch, once comforting, sent shivers of dread down his spine.

"You're mine now, Y/n," she whispered, her voice a terrifying melody. "We'll be happy together. Far, far away from everyone."

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes, but they were not tears of relief. He was trapped, a prisoner not of chains, but of a love as beautiful as it was terrifying. As Rei bundled him into a waiting car, the lilies seemed to mock him with their oppressive fragrance. He wasn't going to a happy ending, but to a gilded cage, ruled by a love as beautiful as a serpent and as deadly as a nightshade bloom.

Days turned into weeks, then months. The world outside faded away, replaced by the confines of a secluded cabin nestled deep in the woods. The initial terror Y/n felt slowly morphed into a suffocating routine. Every day was a carefully orchestrated performance - forced smiles, shared meals, and nights spent under the watchful gaze of Rei's increasingly erratic behavior.

The once vibrant fire in her eyes had morphed into something cold and calculating. Gone was the athlete, replaced by a woman consumed by a possessive love that bordered on obsession. She'd meticulously recreated Y/n's old life within the confines of the cabin - a gym stocked with outdated equipment, a makeshift therapy pool, even a shrine dedicated to her "comeback."

The charade, however, began to crumble. The equipment gathered dust, the therapy pool remained unused, and the "comeback" shrine became a constant reminder of the life stolen, not just from Rei, but from Y/n. The yearning for his old life, the connection to the world outside, gnawed at him like a starving beast. He started leaving coded messages in online forums for athletes, desperate pleas for help disguised as motivational quotes.

One day, while "training" on the rusty equipment, Y/n noticed a loose screw on the weight bench. A spark of defiance flickered in his eyes. It was a long shot, a gamble, but it was his only hope. He spent the next few days subtly manipulating the screw, hoping for a catastrophic failure.

His chance came during one of their "therapy sessions" in the pool. With a practiced smile, Y/n lifted some weights. The loose screw gave way, sending the bench crashing down. Pain erupted in his shoulder, a scream ripped from his throat. Rei, startled by the noise, rushed to his side.

"What happened?" she shrieked, fear momentarily extinguishing the cold glint in her eyes.

Y/n, clutching his injured shoulder, saw his opportunity. "Help… help me get my phone," he gasped, feigning unconsciousness.

Rei, momentarily blinded by panic, scrambled to grab his phone. It was on the coffee table, lying open on a familiar athlete forum. Her eyes widened in horror as she read the cryptic message Y/n had left earlier that day: "Sun sets at 7:30. Help needed. West cabin, Maple Ridge."

The panic in her eyes turned to a chilling fury. Y/n, his heart hammering in his chest, knew he'd made a fatal mistake. Rei's smile, returning this time with a monstrous edge, sent a shiver down his spine.

"Looks like we need a new routine, Y/n," she whispered, her voice laced with a dangerous sweetness. "One that doesn't involve disobedience."

As the sun dipped below the treeline, casting long shadows across the cabin, Y/n knew the nightmare was far from over. He had ignited a spark of defiance, but at what cost? He was trapped in a twisted love story, a prisoner in a gilded cage with a predator who now knew he was prey. The fight for his freedom, and perhaps his life, had just begun.

[wisteriaw0rld]

-ˋˏ ༻tanjiro x reader༺ ˎˊ-

||pairing: Tanjiro x Gn! Reader

||additional tags: reader mentioned to have a hairstyle, platonic Nezuko + Reader (takes place before swords smith village)

“do you have a girl? I don’t see a ring on your finger.” -Lana Del Rey

Working at the butterfly estate along with Aoi often got boring. Other than being able to talk to the other butterfly girls and a few patients, there wasn’t much to do. The only thing was cleaning. Although lately Aoi had been doing all the cleaning, leaving you to watch the patients. But as of now, there weren’t really any patients. Pretty much only Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu.

You sat criss cross on the grass bored, watching as the said loud trio began running laps around the garden of the estate.

A small sigh left your lips as you eventually got up, leaving to head inside. Besides, Kocho had already been watching the three boys, so it wasn’t like you had to watch them.

As you headed inside, you didn’t realize the red haired boy watching you walk off with a confused face. “Tanjiro! Five more laps!” You heard Kocho yell in her usual polite tone of voice.

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Despite there being nothing to do inside or outside, you still preferred being inside. With nothing else in mind, you found yourself walking over to a door where you could hear noises on the other side.

Shinobu informed you of the trial she had attended, so you already knew about the innocent demon being hidden in the shady room. But from what you knew, she was asleep. Or at least she was supposed to be.

“Nezuko..?” You called out in a gentle voice, hearing the footsteps in the room stop as you put your hand on the door handle and opened it. The moment the door was fully open, you saw Nezuko standing their in her mini form.

A small smile graces your lips as you walked in, closing the door after you. You ended up taking a seat in the floor next to Nezuko as she sat across from you, tilting her head to the side slightly before staring intently at your butterfly hair clips.

It fell silent between the two of you until she moved her small hand up, pointing at the butterfly clip holding your hair up in your favorite hair style.

Then, it was your turn to tilt your head. “Would you like me to do your hair, Nezuko?” You asked, already putting your hair down neatly and placing the clip/s on the side.

The girl nodded her head happily and eagerly. Your smiled widened as you nodded, taking hold of your hair clip and walking over to sit behind Nezuko.

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“Ta Da!” You spoke happily, clasping your hands together, signaling you were done.

Nezuko was quick to jump up from sitting down and happily looked up at you. You smiled once again, heading over to the window to check if it was still bright. Thankfully, the sun had already set.

“How about we go find you a mirror somewhere?” You asked, taking the girls hand into your own as she nodded happily.

The two of you walked out of the room together, hand in hand setting out to find a mirror. Your first thought was to head to your room. 

While walking there, you didn’t realize Tanjiro heading in the opposite direction, getting closer to the two of you.

“Nezuko!” You heard a familiar voice call out to the demon girl.

You drifted your attention away from the girl you were holding hands with and instead straight ahead of you, seeing Tanjiro walking towards the two of you.

“Oh, Tanjiro. How do you like her new hairstyle!” You asked with a wide smile, wrapping your arms around the girl to give her a hug. The boy looked down at his sister, seeing your hair clip in her own hair.

“Nezuko, your hair looks great! You’re really good at doing hair Y/n.” Tanjiro gave you a close eyed smile on while you blushed a light pink.

“We were actually on our way to find a mirror.”

You smiled sweetly as Tanjiro joined the two of you on your walk to your own room.

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Nezuko sat on a small stool, staring at the mirror in front of her with a smile. Although her bamboo muzzle had been covering her mouth, you could see her smile from a mile away. 

“How would you like to keep the clip, Nezuko? Ive got plenty more, and I can do your hair whenever you’d like.” You offered to the girl while she jumped up and down excitedly, Tanjiro smiling at the newly formed friendship.

Time for a Taisho Secret!: When Nezuko stopped using your butterfly hairclip, Tanjiro kept it and took extra care of it, never letting it leave his side.

[narrycherries]

love of my life : the playlist

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the following playlist is subject to change with new additions // the artists are listed alphabetically, not in any particular order — the songs are also not listed in any particular order // these songs are picked based on my personal music preferences // if you’re wanting to listen to the playlist, feel free to remove any artists you don’t like :) ** these songs will span the entire story.

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˖⁺‧₊˚ love of my life :: the playlist ˚₊‧⁺˖

˖⁺‧₊˚ adele ˚₊‧⁺˖

take it all

all I ask

˖⁺‧₊˚ ariana grande ˚₊‧⁺˖

off the table

pov

love me harder

supernatural

safety net

˖⁺‧₊˚ bailey zimmerman ˚₊‧⁺˖

rock and a hard place

never leave

˖⁺‧₊˚ christina aguilera ˚₊‧⁺˖

unless it’s with you

˖⁺‧₊˚ cody johnson ˚₊‧⁺˖

the painter

˖⁺‧₊˚ colbie calliat ˚₊‧⁺˖

worth it

˖⁺‧₊˚ demi lovato ˚₊‧⁺˖

easy (noah cyrus)

˖⁺‧₊˚ harry styles ˚₊‧⁺˖

canyon moon

golden

fine line

woman

daydreaming

daylight

late night talking

little freak

matilda

satellite

love of my life

falling

meet me in the hallway

from the dining table

˖⁺‧₊˚ kacey musgraves ˚₊‧⁺˖

cherry blossom

angel

easier said

heaven is

butterflies

love is a wild thing

golden hour

too good to be true

lonely millionaire

ruthless

˖⁺‧₊˚ lady gaga ˚₊‧⁺˖

always remember us this way

is that alright

i’ll never love again

˖⁺‧₊˚ lana del rey ˚₊‧⁺˖

love

cinnamon girl

cherry

love song

california

the greatest

˖⁺‧₊˚ miley cyrus ˚₊‧⁺˖

rose colored lenses

wild card

bottom of the ocean

you

never be me

angels like you

˖⁺‧₊˚ niall horan ˚₊‧⁺˖

put a little love on me

still

san francisco

black & white

save my life

too much to ask

you could start a cult

flicker

if you leave me

must be love

˖⁺‧₊˚ one direction ˚₊‧⁺˖

right now

strong

you & I

long way down

love you goodbye

what a feeling

if I could fly

where do broken hearts go

end of the day

infinity

˖⁺‧₊˚ pat benatar ˚₊‧⁺˖

heartbreaker

˖⁺‧₊˚ selena gomez ˚₊‧⁺˖

crowded room

souvenir

nobody

˖⁺‧₊˚ SZA ˚₊‧⁺˖

nobody gets me

˖⁺‧₊˚ taylor swift ˚₊‧⁺˖

the prophecy

begin again (taylor’s version)

sweet nothing

peace

dancing with our hands tied

I don’t wanna live forever

delicate

gold rush

ivy

wildest dreams (taylor’s version)

midnight rain

cornelia street

false god

afterglow

all of the girls you loved before

tis the damn season

treacherous (taylor’s version)

the 1

this love (taylor’s version)

maroon

state of grace (acoustic version)

happiness

back to december (taylor’s version)

sad beautiful tragic (taylor’s version)

˖⁺‧₊˚ tove lo ˚₊‧⁺˖

come undone

mateo

stay over

anywhere u go

˖⁺‧₊˚ zayn ˚₊‧⁺˖

dusk till dawn

˖⁺‧₊˚ 5 seconds of summer ˚₊‧⁺˖

lover of mine

best years

complete mess

[lurantis1]

Can you draw abirei in ur style? :3 (Also, who is Ethels partner? :0)

they are so cute together :)

and im not really sure whats going on with Ethel relationship wise except her being feared amounst her bandmates, but i do have concepts of people associated with her

hes like a wolverine sorta

[yusyusds]

I'm Glad We Met Part 1

“Recording!" 

That was the signal, the interview started, everyone got focused on their job, Rei was trying to keep a calm but pretty smile on her face, on her side Wonyoung looked fresh as always while Liz was looking up for everyone before doing the group greeting.

“Sky high, Hi, we are Estelle”

"I'm really grateful to see you all here," the interviewer,Jung Shik, greeted. "It's your first time here, how does it feel ?"

All the girls looked at each other before the leader Yujin took the initiative to talk. 

"We are a little nervous, but so happy about being in your show, sunbae." The girl's answer received the approval of the rest that nodded showing agreement. 

"Oh no, let's forget honorifics, now you can introduce yourself. Let's start with you..." he pointed at Rei while reading the papers on his hand to look up for her name. "Rei!" 

"Y-yes, I'm a lovely and graceful butterfly in charge of the rap in the group, my name is Rei," she greeted and the rest joined one after the other doing their respective greetings.

The interview officially started. 

Everything was going correct, Rei wasn't too participative but that was not a problem since everyone was having their time to shine after so long.

"Let's talk about your new music." In a natural way the interviewer changed the theme. "I see here that some of you participated in the creation of some of the songs in your new comeback, Rei was one of them." All the attention went on her and automatically Rei felt the nerves invade her body, she already knew what he would ask. "The song "I’m Glad We Met" was written by you?" 

"Not by me, but I helped with some things," Rei answered shyly. 

"It's a song about first love, how did you manage to help, maybe… you have a love story like the one that the song talks about?" He asked curiously, following the script without knowing the effect that could have on the girl. 

Rei’s hand went directly to the little butterfly necklace that went almost unnoticed between all the other accessories on her. Liz reacted too, taking her hand in a supporting way, she knew that the question would effect Rei.

"I- I always use my fans as inspiration, they are my first and only love, so this song is for them," she lied, still playing with the necklace, in it the initials "R" and "Y" were inscribed on the each wing, away from the sight of the rest. 

She wished to be able to talk about her real first love and talk about all the happiness it caused her, but the interview was not the place for that and before she knew it a new question was made, moving to a different theme. 

"Since when you all wanted to become idols and how were you all recruited?" he asked, and while the girls were deciding who would be answering based on the most interesting history, Rei got lost in her memories. 

"Dad!" the girl screamed between the people that walked without looking at her. "Dad, I'm here." She continued, starting to walk looking up for her family, but neither of the adults surrounding her were her parents.

In her desperation a voice mingled with hers, she searched around her until her gaze met with one of another child. Both stayed on their sides looking at each other with fear and curiosity.

"Did you also lose your parents ?" The kid asked in a funny accent, keeping the distance. Rei nodded, playing with her hands nervously. "We should look for them together," he offered, extending his hand to her "I'm Lee YN, I’m from Osaka" 

"I'm Naoi Rei, I’m from Nagoya" Still afraid, Rei approached and took his hand saying her name in a low and shy tone. 

"That's a pretty name." YN started to walk without letting go of Rei's hand. 

Tokyo was a really big city in the eyes of a kid who was alone and so far from home, but at least they were not alone anymore. Together they started to call their parents' names and approach all the adults that looked somehow like their familiars, but didn't succeed. 

It was a search for minutes, but for them felt like hours, eventually they reached a little park where they took a seat. Rei felt calmer, especially thanks to YN's firm grip, but she was still worried about finding her parents. 

On the other side of the park, some young people appeared with loud music, attracting the attention of both kids. 

Do you know that song?" YN asked. 

"I don’t think so," Rei tried to remember, but no memory came that included that song. 

"It's the debut song of SNova he explained. "Don't you like kpop idol groups?" YN asked, looking at her.

"Not really, I don't understand Korean," she answered sincerely.

"Oh, then I’ll work hard to become your favourite idol, my dream is to become an idol of a popular group, hopefully under SNova’s company starlight" YN's eyes almost shined while saying that. 

"I’ll need to learn Korean then..." she said, a little insecure, but still supportive, he turned and smiled at her brightly.

Before the talk could continue they heard their names, they automatically turned in search of the familiar voices watching their parents run towards them. Within minutes they were separated and embraced by their parents as they were bombarded by questions. 

The adults quickly greeted the other family, and then took the children and went on separate ways. 

"Good luck in Korea" Rei almost screamed while waving at YN thinking that the next time they would see each other would be through a screen. 

The years passed, and everything became bigger, including the interest of Rei for kpop, to the point that she wanted to become an idol like her favourites and YN, even if he hasn't debuted yet. Whenever auditions were opened, she sent her videos in the hope of being chosen, but sometimes she didn't even receive the predetermined message thanking the participation. 

Feeling more exhausted than usual, she finished shopping and left the store. Her mother needed some ingredients and couldn't find them in any nearby store so she had to walk several blocks to get there. 

She walked at a calm pace while humming one of her favourite songs. Maybe it was because there weren't that many people on the street at the time, but it gave her the feeling that she was being followed, but before she could do or say anything a man in a suit approached her. 

"You have good looks, if you are interested contact me. We are looking for trainees for a new group," he said in a funny sounding japanese before offering a business card. 

Rei took the card with doubt, but once she saw the name of the company she raised her eyebrows. 

"Starlight Entertainment." That name shone in her eyes, and from that moment the mission to get into the company started. 

It was not easy to convince her parents, it was normal that they refused to let their little daughter go to a totally different country to spend hours and hours training to debut in a group that could end up failing. So Rei made a big effort to convince them using her opportunity to study there as a benefit and eventually they agreed, with many rules and conditions, but after receiving the permission everything happened in the blink of an eye. 

Her journey in Korea started.

[zoeydripdoria]

The night sky, alive with stars

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Trash Magic Lana Del Rey                                                ♥︎

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Sanemi x Kanae

angst/fluff

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As the sun starts its descent downwards, casting a warm, orange glow over the woods, a lone figure stands atop the crest of the hill that held a graveyard for all of the souls lost in the demon slayer corps battle with Muzan Kibutsuji. His steps were heavy, his heart even heavier, as he bore a bouquet of freshly picked flowers in his strong, calloused hands. He was a man of few words and even fewer smiles, but the determination in his eyes and the set of his jaw betrayed the depth of his feelings as he neared his destination.

The grave, when he finally reached it, was modest, adorned with a simple headstone etched with Kanae's name and a few choice words. Sanemi took a moment to stare at it, his expression a strange mix of longing and acceptance. He placed the bouquet of flowers gently atop the mound of freshly turned earth, then knelt down to the grave's level, his broad shoulders hunched forward.

Time seemed to slow as he knelt there, lost in thought. His mind drifted back to the day he'd received the news of Kanae's death, and the overwhelming surge of emotions that had threatened to consume him. He remembered the anger, the bitterness, the rage that had consumed him for weeks on end, and how it had driven him to train harder, to fight harder, to become even stronger. Even now, as he knelt before her final resting place, he couldn't help but feel that same burning desire to protect her, to avenge her.

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared, leaving the world bathed in a velvety blanket of twilight, Sanemi closed his eyes and whispered a silent prayer, his voice rough and hoarse with emotion. He prayed for Kanae's soul to find peace, for her to be at rest. He prayed that one day, he would be strong enough to face whatever lay beyond this world, and that they would be reunited once more.

And as he finished his prayer, Sanemi felt a gentle breeze rustle through the branches of the nearby trees, carrying with it the sweet scent of the flowers he'd brought. It was as if Kanae herself were telling him that she was, in some small way, still with him. And in that moment, Sanemi felt a sense of peace wash over him, however fleeting.

He sat there for a while longer, lost in thought, remembering the day they first met.

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the coppery scent of blood. Sanemi winced as he forced himself upright, his hands pressing against the floor for support. He glanced around, his vision blurred and unfocused. The butterfly mansion seemed to sway back and forth, like a ghostly ship adrift at sea. A figure stood before him, It was a woman, her long black hair flowing behind her like a midnight river. She moved with the grace of a dancer, her steps silent. As she drew closer, he could see the faint outline of a sword hilt protruding from her belt and he could see that she was not much older than he was. Her features were delicate and refined, her lips a deep shade of red. Her sword, he noticed, was made of an iridescent metal that shifted and changed colour with the light that seemed to dance and flow like living things. She must be a demon slayer.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly, her voice as gentle as a whisper. Sanemi shook his head, the world spinning wildly around him. "Here," she said, offering him a hand. "Let me help you up." He hesitated for a moment, then took her hand, allowing her to pull him to his feet. His clothes felt heavy and uncomfortable, sticking to his skin like a second layer of flesh. Blood seeped through the fabric, staining it crimson.

The room spun again, and Sanemi felt himself collapsing against the wall. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a hoarse croak. The figure knelt down beside him, her face mere inches from his own. "Shhh," she murmured, brushing a lock of hair away from his forehead. "It's going to be alright. I'll take care of you." He looked into her eyes, and for a moment, he felt a strange sense of peace wash over him.

The wound itself was severe; a long, jagged gash stretched across his abdomen, spilling thick blood onto his dirty white hoari beneath him. The sound of ringing filled Sanemi's ears, making it difficult for him to concentrate or even hear Kanae's soft voice as she spoke to him.

"My name is Kanae," she said softly. "What's your name?" 

"S-Sanemi," he managed to choke out. Kanae nodded, her eyes never leaving his face.

"Just relax, Sanemi," Kanae said, her voice steady and soothing. "I know it hurts, but I need you to stay still so I can stitch you up properly." She paused, gathering a few more supplies before continuing, "You're a strong man, I know you can do it."

Sanemi gritted his teeth, struggling to remain still despite the burning pain that seemed to be coming from every part of his body. He was grateful for Kanae's calm demeanor; it helped him feel more at ease despite the situation. As she worked, her slender fingers moved with a practiced grace, expertly stitching the wound shut. The butterfly hairpins that adorned her hair swayed gently with each careful movement of her head.

"There we go," she said at last, stepping back to examine her handywork. "That should do it." She laid a cool, gentle hand on Sanemi's forehead, checking his temperature. "You've lost quite a bit of blood, but you should be okay now. Just rest and let your body heal."

Sanemi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the tension begin to drain from his body as the pain started to recede. He looked up at Kanae, realizing for the first time how truly beautiful she was. Her delicate features, the way her butterfly hairpins swayed with each movement of her head, the gentle way she had with her patients. Even with his injuries, he found himself unable to resist the allure of her presence.

"Thank you," he managed to say through gritted teeth. "I... I really appreciate it."

A moment later, he felt himself being lifted and carried away. He drifted in and out of consciousness, aware only of the soft rustle of her clothes and the faint scent of lavender that clung to her. At one point, he thought he heard her murmur something about his injuries and finding a place for him to rest, but the words were distant and indistinct, like a dream half-remembered upon waking.

It seemed like hours passed before he found himself lying on a soft, comfortable bed. The pain had receded to a dull ache, and he felt surprisingly warm and cozy. He opened his eyes, squinting against the bright light that streamed in through a nearby window. Sitting in a chair beside the bed, Kanae knitted her brows in concentration as she studied a book.

"Ah, you're awake," she said, looking up at him with a gentle smile. "How are you feeling?"

Sanemi sat up a little, wincing at the movement. "Still sore, but better," he replied hoarsely.

"That's good to hear," Kanae said, setting aside her book. "Your wound has healed nicely. It should be completely fine in a few more days." She reached out and placed a cool hand on his forehead, feeling for his temperature. "You should rest some more and let your body recuperate."

Sanemi nodded, laying back against the pillow. He couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards Kanae for everything she had done for him. As he lay there, watching her knit and her delicate fingers move with such grace.

"Thank you, Kanae," he said quietly. "For everything."

She looked up at him, her expression unreadable. "It was my duty to help," she said simply. "But you're welcome nonetheless."

Their eyes met for a long moment, and Sanemi felt a strange mixture of emotions coursing through him. He wanted to know more about Kanae, to understand what lay behind those enigmatic eyes. 

He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of her presence wash over him and drifting off to sleep once more.

Kanae smiled to herself, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. 

The days passed in a blur of tenderness and healing. Sanemi's wound continued to mend, and each day brought him a little closer to being able to leave the butterfly mansion. Though he knew he should be grateful for her help, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was growing too close to Kanae. Their time together was becoming more than just that of patient and caretaker; it was evolving into something deeper, something more of a friendship.

He would wake each morning to the sound of her soft footsteps in the hallway, the smell of freshly brewed tea wafting through the air. She would carefully lift him from his bed and carry him downstairs to the breakfast nook, where they would share quiet conversations about herbs and their healing properties.

"I've been thinking," she said one morning, her voice barely above a whisper, "that perhaps it's time for you to start exploring the outside again. The fresh air would do you good."

Sanemi nodded, feeling a pang of regret at the thought of leaving the comfort of her presence. "I suppose you're right," he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "Where do you suggest I go first?"

Kanae smiled gently. "Well, I have a garden in the back. that's perfect for someone in your condition. It's quiet and secluded, with plenty of shade trees and a small stream. It should give you a chance to stretch your legs and enjoy the beauty of nature."

He felt a surge of hope at the thought of returning to some semblance of normalcy. "Thank you," he said, taking her hand in his. 

Her skin was warm and smooth against his, and for a moment, they sat in silence, lost in each other's eyes. Sanemi was acutely aware of the weight of her gaze, the way it seemed to pierce right through him. He wanted nothing more than to confess his growing affection for her, but he couldn't bring himself to break the spell.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" she asked finally, breaking the silence. "I don't want to push you too hard."

"I'm fine," he replied, his voice barely more than a whisper. 

She squeezed his hand gently before letting go, and Sanemi felt a flutter in his chest at the loss of her touch. "All right then," she said, standing up and straightening her hoari. "Let's get you ready."

She helped him dress in fresh clothes and insisted on bandaging his chest herself, her delicate fingers moving with a practiced ease. Sanemi could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as she leaned in close, their bodies brushing against each other.

"There," she said at last, stepping back to admire her work. "You look handsome as ever."

Sanemi, feeling a warmth spread through his entire being. "Thanks."

 back at him, her eyes shining with an unnameable emotion. "You're welcome, Sanemi."

The weight of her gaze felt like a physical presence, pressing down on him, making it difficult to breathe. 

The garden was indeed everything Kanae had promised. The wisteria cast dappled shadows across the soft green grass, and the gentle babble of the stream provided a soothing background melody. Sanemi took a deep breath of the clean, crisp air, feeling a newfound sense of freedom wash over him.

They sat together on a nearby bench, watching a family of ducks swim lazily across the pond. Kanae pointed out the different plants and flowers, their names lost on Sanemi but their beauty not going unnoticed. He couldn't help but feel grateful for her presence, for the way she seemed to make everything more vibrant, more alive.

"Do you come here often?" he asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

She looked away for a moment, her lips pursing as she considered the question. "Not as often as I'd like," she replied eventually. "My duties as a Hashira keep me rather busy."

"Ah, I see." Sanemi nodded. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness for her, knowing that she was so busy with her duties that she didn't have much time for herself. But at the same time, he was grateful for the moments they did have together.

They sat in silence for a while, enjoying the peacefulness of the garden. Sanemi couldn't help but notice the way the sunlight played off Kanae's features, the way her hair seemed to glow gold in the warm light. Her eyes were filled with wisdom and kindness. Sanemi couldn't shake the feeling that there was something special about her.

Kanae exhales a soft breath, her cheeks flushed with warmth. Her hands, resting gently on the table, seem to glow with their own inner light. Sanemi finds himself unable to take his eyes off them. They remind him of his mother's hands, soft and warm, always there to comfort him when he needed it most.

 She's telling him about her life, about how she became a demon slayer, about her younger sibling, Shinobu. Sanemi listens intently, his heart heavy with sorrow for the loss she must have suffered. He can't help but wonder if he would have been able to make the same choice, to let his own sibling walk into danger like that again.

The image of his own little brother flashes through his mind, the memory of his giggles and the way he would always beg him to play with him. He shakes his head, trying to clear it of these thoughts.

Kanae continues to speak, her voice steady and strong, each word a testament to her resilience. She tells him about the times when she and Shinobu had faced insurmountable odds, when death seemed like a welcome release from their suffering. Yet, somehow, they had always managed to pull through, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.

As Sanemi listens to her tale, he can't help but feel a surge of admiration and respect for her. Her strength, her determination, her unwavering love for her sibling - it's all so foreign to him, yet so inspiring at the same time. He finds himself nodding along, offering her the occasional encouraging word or murmur of understanding.

The sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Sanemi realizes that they've been sitting here for hours, lost in each other's stories. 

As they finally stand up to leave, Sanemi finds himself unable to meet her eyes. He feels self-conscious, like he's been peeking into her soul and somehow doesn't measure up. And as he walks away, he can't help but feel a strange mixture of awe and anticipation coursing through him.

And now, the air is crisp and clean as he makes his way, the night sky alive with stars. Leaving her grave, he can't help but imagine her watching over him, guiding his steps, pushing him forward.

[luckyqueenreign]

HC’s for Ozzy teaching MC to dance and the songs they would dance too? 🥺👉👈

Ok i actually have a little scenario that immediately started to play out in my head when you sent this… (mc and Ozzy are still not together in this scenario)

The islanders get a text that the girls will be competing in Miss Love Island similar to s2 when the boys competed. There’s going to be a talent portion, swimsuit and a speech as to why they’d be the best choice for Miss LI. All of the girls break off into different areas of the villa to practice their talent and speeches. Some are singing, playing instruments, but MC chooses to dance. As MC is headed for a secluded spot to practice her complicated dance routine Ozzy stops her and asks her if she needs help, to which she says yes. As they’re practicing MC sees a completely different side to Ozzy, she always knew he was passionate about dance but rn she can see it in his face. He’s so serious and concentrating so intently on every movement of her body. At first he only corrects her form verbally but when MC is still not understanding what he means he comes up close behind her pressing his body into hers and adjusting her hips exactly how he wants them. With his hands on her waist he moves behind her, guiding her body to follow his. As much as MC is trying to pay attention and learn the moves, she can’t because of the feelings she’s ignored for so long are bubbling to the surface. She also notices that she’s not the only one affected by their proximity 👀 bc of this he releases her and asks her to try again. But there’s a clear energy shift now. The room is electrified and there’s clear sexual tension between them. She asks him can you just show me again one more time, he comes up slow behind her and again pressing his body into hers he shows her the moves again. This time slower, more sensual. When the dance finishes, they’re both out of breath but he doesn’t let go of her like in the other times. She turns around to face him, he’s still holding her close, and his eyes are hungry for her but his face still looks so conflicted. MC parts her lips slightly, staring into his eyes and this was enough of an invitation for Ozzy. He pulls her even closer and doesn’t hold back, all the weeks of hiding his true feelings for her comes out as he kisses her passionately with of all of that pent up desire. As they’re both giving into their true wants, the kiss is heating up but they hear a text go off in the villa, and several footsteps headed in what seems like their direction. They immediately separate and try to fix themselves but their breathing is off and both of their lips are swollen and rosy from the kiss. Amelia and her LI rush into the room excitedly to come and get MC, they didn’t realize Ozzy would be here too they assumed he’d be with Grace. Amelia immediately notices the vibe but plays it off like everything is fine she grabs MC and locks arms with her and tells her about the text, that the challenge is about to begin and they need to get ready so they rush off to the dressing rooms.

Songs I think would play during this scenario…or just reflect the feelings here.

“Love on the brain” by Rihanna

“ICU” by Coco Jones

“Hailey’s Comet” by Billie Eilish

“Happiness is a butterfly” by Lana Del Rey

“Pov” by Ariana Grande

“More than Friends” by Isabel LaRosa

“I Want You Around” by Snoh Aalegra

[storytellingartist]

Demon Slayer x My Hero Academia Fusion: Dabihawks Story Idea

Major Tag: Dabihawks

Description: the fanarts posted above are from the Photos application editing option, so apologies for the poor quality of the artwork. The base of this art is the classic demon slayer png images of Tomioka Giyuu and Kocho Shinobu.

Hawks: From his intelligence, speed, and his emotion-sealed backstory, I observed that Keigo resembled Shinobu's character art (also Kanao's). His breathing style can either be the insect breathing (as per the story) or the entirely and newly created, bird breathing -- with multiple branches of forms and art, such as "First Form: The Sparrow Dance" or "The Grace of the Hawks", etc. Furthermore, according to the official character book of Boku No Hero Academia, Hawks' strength/raw power is rated to be a C+ material, while knowledge/intellect and speed are each considered an A & S topic. The katana designs are the same as Shinobu's; decorated with the butterfly/feather scabbard and colored in turquoise, lavender, gold, and pink hues. His major weapons are wisteria poison and his background knowledge of the demons' anatomy, history, and weaknesses. Currently in a relationship with his fellow hashira, Todoroki Touya, Hawks loves to go on missions with his beloved.

Touya: Shown in my art above, Touya is pictured to be wearing a half-and-half haori decorated in ornamental stained glass-like patterns that consist of many shades of blue. I got that inspiration from the Rindou flower (Autumn Bell Flower) which was shown to be Rei's (Touya's mom) favorite floral species. For clarification, Todoroki Rei isn't dead in this story. The plot is based on the idea that Endeavor is a hashira in the Demon Slayer Corps, and hopes for his children to succeed in his reputation as the renowned Flame Pillar. Endeavor ends up overworking Touya in his art, resulting in his eldest son running away and training on his own. Touya's breathing style is the flame breathing, but only with a blue color (from its high heat; 2500 to 3000 degrees Celcius). Passionate and filled with enthusiasm for the development of his skills, Touya is very protective of his boyfriend and visits the Butterfly Mansion (Hawks owns it and the Recovery Girl works there) to treat his injuries & spend time with him.

More details & stories will be posted soon :)

[starberrydreamx]

Make assumptions based on my favorite songs to cry to

[highspeedhighcarbon]

Last 10 Songs I Listened To

Thanks @carlosheinz for tagging me tho😊

You, Clouds, Rain - HEIZE (feat. Shin Jong Yae)

Red Strand - Cö shu Nie

Blue - Kali Uchis

Let the light in - Lana Del Rey

Like a tattoo - Sade

Stranger - Kenya Grace

Cúrame - Rauw Alejandro

Perra - Elilluminari

Butterfly addiction - Cö shu Nie

Da Capo - HOYO Mix

I’m not tagging anyone else cuz my friend circle isn’t that big🙃, but please feel free to do or tag me if u like