#Star flower pendant

[twistedkittyart]

Carnelian star-flower pendant necklace on a cotton cord. The perfect gift for any witchy cottagecore people out there. Also available wrapped in pure copper.

[heartnosekid]

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[ericaerlan]

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[sadatmirza]

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[whowantshota]

DADDY'S HOME —— kim mingyu

in which your husband comes home late on valentines. but it's okay, he has his ways of making it up to you.

warnings ☆ MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. smut, husband!mingyu, somno, gyu is pussy whipped, kim mingyu x afab!reader

i get off work late today :/ 

c u ltr, ok?

You frown at the texts, irritability rubbing your thumb against your temples. 

This is not the first time your husband has texted you that he’d be late from work, oh of course not. You understand—-sometimes, his schedule is tight and that makes work the temporary number one priority. You obviously mean more to Mingyu than his paycheck.

Or so you thought. You groan, flopping back onto the couch miserably. Mingyu has come late at night at least twice a week for the past month now, so it should be a normal occurrence. At least, if tonight wasn’t Valentine's.

Yes, today was the commercial holiday that pisses about off half the world. And funnily enough, Mingyu had only sworn to you three major things in his life. One, good dick. Two loving you. And three, that he’d never miss Valentine's day. 

While the last one was mostly a long inside joke from before you got married, you’re still glancing worriedly at the clock. 9:30 and you’re still holed up alone in your apartment, a box of chocolates with his name on it set on top of the kitchen table. 

Mingyu hadn’t promised you a dinner date at a restaurant tonight —you both knew that wouldn't fit with his schedule. But he had promised to cook you something romantic, pour you a glass of wine, and then fuck you till you see stars. 

And being very honest, you think you would’ve loved that much more than a night out. Loved it so much, by the way you’re sneaking your hand into your panties. Pushing one, two fingers in; but it's never good enough—it'll never be Mingyu. 

So you quit early, stand up because you're tired of waiting around. He’ll be home tomorrow. You can wash up now, clean up and see him later. It’ll be fine. You can celebrate then, right?

★ . *- .

Mingyu didn’t think he’d be making up Valentines like this. When he thought about it on the way home, he had pictured at dinner out at your favorite restaurant, or flowers and an even bigger gift basket than the ones he had already bought for you. 

But, you didn’t hear the crack of the door, or the creek of the apartment floors when he walked in. You didn’t even hear when the loud thunk! when his work bag hit the floor. Or when he sets down the heart shaped pendant Joshua had picked out on top of a pink gift basket he had planned to give you much earlier.

He realized then, that you would not be waking up for a while. You were tired, basically passed out. He does feel bad for making you wait so long, but shit, he swears his cock never throbbed as hard as it did when he caught the sight of your sleeping figure curled up in bed. Only in a small tee and new pair of panties he got you a couple of weeks ago. Fuck, you look perfect.

So he went, took a shower and got dressed before laying next to you in bed. You murmur something when his arm wraps around you, snuggling into him. But you don’t wake up.

“Pretty,” he mumbles, slowly running his thumb over the skin of your cheek. He pokes you a couple of times with a finger. You look so cute—eyes shut with your mouth partially open. You might’ve been drooling even. 

His hand dips down to your torso, rests on your hip. He was nearly starting to fall asleep too, blinking in a poor attempt to keep himself up too. And right then, you just had to shuffle, pushing back against him. A small noise slips past his lips when the curve of your ass pressed against his clothed, semi-hard cock.

Poor Gyu, stuck in bed while you’re sound asleep. How’s he supposed to take care of that? He feels his cock twitch again, grip on your hip tightening just barely.

It wouldn’t be a problem if he just helped himself, right? Inhaling, his hand moves a bit further, hooking around the bottom of your panties. He prods against the warmth of your entrance pushing a finger in.

Fuck, you’re so wet. He can hear the sound of your slick when he presses another finger inside. It’s almost as if your cunt is begging for him to fuck you. And it’s only right that what his lovely wife and her pretty cunt wants, they get. 

Mingyu pulls his fingers out, sucks on it. Moving slowly, he climbs until he’s hovering over your still figure. There’s a tight feeling in his core, dick hard as pulls the crotch of your panties to the side. He pulls the waistband of his sweats down, groaning when cold air hits his cock. He spreads your legs a little wider, teases himself against your pussy.

Mingyu sees Heaven when the tip slips past your entrance. Swears he could cum on the spot. You’re so warm, so soft. It’s not his fault, you’re the one who lured him into this trap.

He can do a little more than the tip. You haven’t moved yet, still partially twisted one way with your legs spread wide for him. You were just made to take his cock, weren’t you?

He should have been making up Valentines with a picnic date in the park. Should have been thinking about what he’ll cook you for breakfast tomorrow morning, if he’ll deliver it to you with a card and a rose.

Instead, he’s got you trapped under him on the mattress, seemingly so passive and docile as you sleep, not conscious of the fact that he’s got you stuffed with his fat cock. He wonders if you’re dreaming about it now. You’re not necessarily a deep sleeper, so he’s surprised you don’t wake up when he bottoms out.

He doesn’t know what to say, can’t even speak. You feel so good, too good. Cunt wrapped around him, clenching. He’d kiss you if you were awake right now, but you’re not so he’ll settle with what he has. He fucks a soft thrust into you, watching for your reaction. Your breath catches, but you don’t do more than that.

“Perfect. You’re just perfect, baby.” He groans, pulling out until the tip before he forces himself back in. You let out a moan, arching so slightly. Mingyu thumbs your nipple through your shirt, speeding up the pace of his strokes.

He dips his head to press a kiss to your sternum, lips skimming and peppering kisses along your collarbone next. 

You twist just barely under his hold, eyes fluttering open. You’re still coming to, blurry eyes barely making out the sight of Mingyu’s body caging over you. Whining, you bite your down on your lip when you feel the stupidly fat cock slowly fucking into your cunt.

“Hey baby,” Mingyu murmurs, now kissing the side of your neck. Your whimpers get louder, and you move one arm and snake your it over his shoulder. He groans when you clench on him, sucking harder on your skin. “Don’t worry baby, daddy’s home.”

Tiredly, you rub your eyes with your free hand. There’s pleasure building in your stomach rapidly, and you start to force yourself to sink deeper onto his cock. “Gyu– daddy, please.” You cry, fucking back on him. 

You hear him hum in response, but you can’t answer. Not when he’s picking up the pace of his strokes, pushing hard, deep thrusts into your tight cunt. “Yeah baby? Come on, tell daddy what you need.” He teases, pushing your legs back before moving to grope your ass cheeks with his big hands.

Now that you’re awake, Mingyu tightens his grip, fucking into you harder. “Need Daddy to help you cum, hm?” He says, voice playful. As if he wasn’t the one whimpering and fucking himself into your pussy moments ago. 

“Couldn’t help it, you looked so good.” He murmurs. His hips are starting to buck into your sloppily, You mewl, nodding. Pretty sure you might even be drooling but you couldn’t give a fuck. Everything feels too good, and you’ve got no idea what’s going on. Mingyu says something you can’t hear, kisses along your jawline before he presses his lips to yours.

You can barely make out the “Happy Valentines.” he whispers, cumming too hard. Your cunt clenching around his dick, mouth falling open. He wants to spit in it, call you a slut, but he can’t when he feels you pulse around his cock. 

Gyu’s eyes roll back, and he lets out a low hiss, warm cum filling up your cunt. His body flops over yours, sweaty chest pressing to the front of your shirt. You run a hand through his hair, kiss his nape softly. “Someones late,” you joke, voice breathy.

“I know. ‘M sorry.” he says, moving down so that his head lies on your chest. He loves the feeling of you tugging on his hair slightly, ruffling his hair.

He looks up suddenly, disheveled but handsome as ever. “I’ll make it up. Wine and spa?” 

You laugh, seeing the way he pouts. He looks like a giant puppy, cuddled up into you. You love it, love it so much you’re not even remotely bothered by the mess on cum or the fact that he still hasn’t pulled out. Pushing his hair back with a hand, you kiss him on the forehead once more. “Sure. Happy Valentines.”

didn't realize that even tho it's still valentines in my country, it's late in other places :( happy valentines! not beta read

[bookwormjust]

Gifts for a new family (established relationship with Azriel)

As you walk through the lively streets of Velaris, the city sparkles with the magic of the approaching Solstice. Snow gently falls, dusting your dark curls as you move from stall to stall, gathering thoughtful gifts for each person you hold dear. The vibrant energy of the city surrounds you—laughter, chatter, and music drifting through the air—but you’re focused, determined to find the perfect gift for each individual.

The Archeron sisters, your dearest friends, are at the top of your list. For Nesta, something elegant but practical—a sword charm, small yet intricately carved, reminding her of strength and grace. For Elain, a collection of rare seeds wrapped in delicate ribbon, the kind that will bloom into the most beautiful flowers in the gardens she adores.

Then, there’s Lucien. The idea of him being alone during Solstice tugs at your heart, especially with Elain’s rejection lingering in the air. No one seems to have thought of buying him anything, but you do. After a few moments of wandering, your eyes fall on a beautifully bound book on rare herbs and healing remedies—a subtle but kind offering, something that speaks to his knowledge and appreciation of the natural world. You smile softly, hoping it will be a small comfort to him.

And for Azriel—your shadowsinger. Your heart flutters as you think of him, the way his shadows dance around him like they know you. You’ve spent hours pondering the perfect gift, wanting to show him how much you care, how much he means to you. You finally settle on something simple yet deeply personal—a custom-made leather sheath for Truth-Teller, engraved with symbols of protection and strength, paired with a small silver pendant representing hope, something light for him to carry, always close to his heart.

Azriel’s mother, though you’ve never met her, is also on your mind. After all, she’s an important part of him, and you want to honor that. In a small shop tucked away in a quieter corner of the city, you find a delicate silver bracelet adorned with small, shimmering crystals that catch the light just right. It’s a token of kindness and respect, a gesture to show you’re thinking of her even before your paths have crossed.

With your arms full of gifts, you make your way through the bustling streets, feeling the warmth of the season and the love you have for everyone in your heart.

As you continue through the vibrant streets of Velaris, you think about the gifts for Feyre, Rhysand, and Cassian, wanting each of them to feel the thought and care you’ve put into their Solstice presents.

For **Feyre**, you know how much she values art and expression, how it centers her and allows her to find peace in times of chaos. You eventually come across a beautiful set of high-quality paints from an artisan's stall. The pigments are vibrant, and there’s an array of colors Feyre could use to bring life to her next masterpiece. Alongside the paints, you pick up a small, hand-crafted sketchbook with a leather cover embossed with Velaris' iconic skyline, a symbol of home and her new beginnings.

For **Rhysand**, the High Lord of the Night Court and someone whose burdens are heavy, you want to offer him something that will remind him to find moments of rest and joy, despite his responsibilities. After wandering a bit longer, you find an elegant silver cuff with an intricate, celestial design that mirrors the night sky—the stars and moons delicately engraved into the metal. It's imbued with a subtle magic that encourages calm and relaxation when worn. A small but meaningful reminder that he, too, deserves peace.

And then, there’s **Cassian**. His boundless energy, laughter, and warrior spirit make you smile as you think of him. You search for something that speaks to his strength but also shows that you understand the heart beneath his brash exterior. After much deliberation, you find the perfect gift—a beautifully crafted pair of leather vambraces, sturdy but detailed with intricate patterns of wings and flame, symbolic of both his Illyrian heritage and the inner fire he carries. There’s also a bottle of rare Illyrian whiskey from one of his favorite distilleries, a little something extra to bring him joy on Solstice night.

With every gift now carefully chosen, you feel a warm sense of satisfaction. Each present carries a piece of you, a reflection of how much these people mean to you, and you can already imagine their reactions as they unwrap their gifts. The Solstice, after all, is about connection, love, and light—something you’re more than happy to share with those you call family.

As you stand on the bustling street, snowflakes dusting your shoulders and your arms full of carefully chosen gifts, the weight of the bags starts to pull at you. You smile softly, thinking how wonderful it would be to have Azriel here to help carry them—and to see him, of course. Through the bond, you can feel his steady, quiet presence, a warm pulse of calm beneath your skin.

You reach out gently, letting your thoughts drift toward him. *Azriel?* you send, a soft, playful nudge through the bond. *I may have gotten a bit carried away with the Solstice shopping...* You glance down at the many bags you're struggling to hold. *If you're not too busy, do you think you could come rescue me?*

For a moment, there's silence, then you feel a ripple of amusement from him, his presence wrapping around your mind like a comforting shadow.

*Rescue, hmm?* he responds, his voice a deep, smooth caress in your mind. *I’ll be there in a moment, love.*

A warmth floods your chest at his words. Within minutes, you catch sight of his familiar form gliding effortlessly through the crowd, his wings tucked close to avoid the bustling shoppers. As he approaches, his shadows swirling gently at his sides, his hazel eyes lock onto yours, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

Azriel takes in the sight of you, arms full of bags, and chuckles quietly. “Looks like you’ve been busy,” he says, his tone warm as he reaches for the bags, easily lifting them from your hands as if they weigh nothing. His fingers brush yours as he does, sending a shiver of warmth through you.

“Just a bit,” you reply, smiling up at him. “I didn’t realize how much I was carrying until I tried to walk back.”

Azriel shakes his head, his shadows whispering around you both as if they’re pleased to see you together. “Good thing I’m here, then,” he murmurs, his eyes softening as they linger on you. “Shall we?”

With his strong arm around you, you feel a sense of lightness, knowing that together you can face the chaotic streets and the busy holiday, each gift chosen with care and love for your new family. You walk side by side through Velaris, the snow falling softly around you, as Azriel quietly and effortlessly carries the weight that had become too much for you—just as he always does.

[the-greatest-magic-of-all]

With such a God-focused season, one day, once Junior Year is finished and I have both the time and energy to do it, I want to make a Fantasy High God AU zine. It'd be from the pov of a mythologist/theologian in Spyre who's found strange links between minor deities throughout different regions' pantheons.

Half-Elves have a God of Dance and Flames who has been said to have defeated a Tiefling vagabond (and tamed his Hellhound mount) and charmed Fire itself with only a dance and his silk battle sheet. And if you look deep enough into his history there are rare depictions of him wearing an oddly shaped pendant and riding into battle with a sling-wielding Goblin peeking out of his rucksack. Interestingly enough, there's a minor Goblin God of Justice and Mysteries, the son of a Goblin Folk Hero and the Goblin Goddess of Knowledge, Laws, and Justice, who famously wields his father's enchanted sling. Though he and his father are often shown with angelic wings. So, why would he dally with a God so closely associated with Fiends?

Tieflings have a trickster Goddess of Music, Rebellion, and Devotion. The daughter of an Archdevil and a Wood Elven Goddess of Archery & the Wilderness. She's said to be a paramour of a Half-Phoenix Pirate Goddess of Wizardry and Knowledge and once toured the lands, performing with a Half-Orc companion. A lot of artistic recreations of that tour depict the Half-Orc companion with flower motifs that correspond with a Gnomish/Half-Orcish God of Tinkering and Rage. One that once outwitted a Sphynx and regained his spurned Saytr paramour's love by speaking to/reaching the stars with the help of a band of Tinkerer Gnomes.

There are tales of a Twice Risen Goddess who was once the chosen one of the Demigod Helio, but took one look at him and thought she could do better. With the wisdom to raise Gods from the dead and remove unholy rites without any divine power other than her own, this God-Saint of Doubt travels across Spyre not to spread her own religion but to inquire about others. This deep curiosity is probably how she ended up in some Fallinel depictions of the First Elven Oracle, who upon death ascended to becoming the Goddess of Sight, Intelligence and Righteous Fury. There are even short hymns written about the Oracle foreseeing the God-Saint's rise (against the Elven Moon Goddess' wishes) and of the God-Saint banishing some dark entity from possessing the Oracle with only a profane curse of its name.

And even more stuff connecting them all. Like the fact that all of them have tales of them defeating an Ancient Red Dragon. Or the tales of The Festival of the Crab King: a strange, delirious story of mortals witnessing a euphoric revelry of the deific kind that involved all these Gods from different pantheons.

[lesbianfakir]

a story that never ends is a sad fate

[ID: a digital painting mimicking a scene of a stained glass window depicting the four Princess Tutu main characters as their roles in the story. In the foreground, the silhouettes of Fakir and Rue sit on the ground beneath their stained glass depictions. Behind Fakir is a stained glass cog showing Drosselmeyer’s grave. Behind Rue a stained glass cog depicts the talon moon centerpiece of the swan lake. Duck in her duck form sits apart from them, gazing up at the stained glass Tutu.

On the left side of the window is a side profile of Fakir as the Knight. His head is bowed and he holds his sword. Red roses creep up his back, mimicking his birthmark. He is surrounded by more roses and pages from a book.

In the center of the window Princess Tutu reaches up in a ballet pose. In front of her is Duck in her girl form. Both Tutu and Duck have their heads bowed and their eyes closed. Above them, at the top of the window is the clocktower of Goldkrone Town against a sky of stars.

Below them, a white swan and a black swan bend their necks into a heart shape, encircling Tutu’s pendant. The black swan’s wing stretches to the left, cutting across Fakir while the white swan’s wing cuts across Rue to the right.

At the very bottom of the window we see Mytho’s bare arms and chest. He is doing the ballet mime for love. His head is cut off by a stained glass shape depicting the shattering of his heart with the Prince’s Sword.

Finally, to the right of the window is a stained glass depiction of Kraehe in profile with her head bent up to the sky. She is crying and she holds her hands to her chest in a pose mimicking the Willi maidens from Giselle. She is wrapped in black thorns and surrounded by black roses.

The window is decorated with stained glass flowers and various geometric shapes.

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PLEASE click for better quality!! this. took. FOREVER omg but I love how it came out

[mistress-violence]

Prompt: Sunflowers from @into-the-jeggyverse (September 5)

Word count: 483 words

Pairing: Jegulus (modern highschool AU)

⚠️ Warnings: none

Every week since the start of the new semester, James found a bouquet of sunflowers and a poem all around school. The first time was in his locker after the football practice. The second time was before English class, on his usual chair. The third time was in the library, while he was studying. He went to the bathroom for 5 minutes and when he came back, the flowers were there.

Every time they are exactly four sunflowers in the bouquet and a poem written on a piece of black paper with gold ink. The secret poet calls James "the sunflower boy": "the sunflower boy with golden stars in his eyes"; "the sunflower boy with that glowing moon smile"; "the sunflower boy with the summer kissed face".

At first, James believed that it was one of those groupie girls in school. After the second poem, he knew it wasn't just a random person. The secret poet was somebody who watched James for a long time. After the third one, James really started to think who can be this mysterious person. They are very good at writing, because the poems were wonderful. They are also very subtle and they can go somewhere without being noticed. Last, they are probably too shy or too scared to confess directly.

James couldn't stop thinking about this for days. Especially in English class, he was to absorbed in his own thoughts. He was so happy when the bell rang that he almost hit someone on his way out.

"Ah, I'm so sorry!" James apologized.

"Be careful, Potter, we're not on the football field."

Regulus' voice was deep and very sharp. He looked really annoyed and James wanted to apologize again when he saw something.

"Is that a poetry book?" James asked, winning a death glare from Regulus.

"Yes, Potter, it is in fact a poetry book. Some of us read for pleasure, not just for homework. You can try sometimes, maybe you can start with the "Good Manners" and learn not to bump into people".

Without any more mean comments, Regulus looked at his pocket watch and then walked away. For a second, James saw the celestial ornaments engraved on the case and the star pendant. He followed the younger boy with his eyes until Regulus got lost in a sea of students.

"Prongs, are you ok?" Sirius asked, appearing from nowhere.

"Yeah, Pads, I'm fine." James paused for a few second before asking out of the blue. "Your family is obsessed with astrology, am I right?"

"Kinda, it's more of a tradition to be named after constellations and stars, but we have some books at home".

"How many stars are in the Regulus constellation?"

"I think four, but why? It's about my brother, did he do something to you?".

Four... James paused for more seconds, before shaking his head in disbelief.

"No... He didn't do anything bad..."

Off fic note: The sunflower boy was born, I actually like it so much I will probably write more with this. I think I want to transform this in a series, a oneshot or even a bigger fanfiction.

[madridfangirl]

Star crossed lovers (Jude Bellingham fic)

Chapter 9

(Series Link)

Jude * female reader. Mature Language in parts.

Synopsis: A chance encounter in a tiny Madrid cafe with the newest superstar of her fav club. The two couldn't be more different, yet both feel the pull toward the other. Would this girl be the one he finally falls for? Or would life come in the way of these star-crossed lovers?

…………………………………………………………..

After the whirlwind first week, Jude & Ananya started settling into their relationship over the next few weeks. Discovering deeper layers of each others’ personality and moods.

Both had super hectic schedules, and work always remained top priority. But whatever free time they got, they tried to spend it together.

Jude loved how much she loved and understood football. Not just the glitz and glamour of it but real passion for the game. Like he had. Watching old matches, discussing / debating milestone events & players, even some tactics - everything was so easy with her. Often she got the better of him in trivia, especially regarding Madrid, which she rubbed in his face gleefully. He would pretend to be annoyed, but secretly, he admired that too. She even watched Jobe’s matches with him.

And while he understood very little of her work, he respected her drive & ambition. Never complaining when plans were cancelled last minute, even if that was the only mutually free slot they had in days. Work was work, and it was always sacrosanct.

In fact, when she whipped out terms like ‘leveraged buy-out’ and ‘nominal inflation rate’, dressed in her impeccable well-fitted formals, he found it sexy. A smart young woman, working her way up the corporate ladder of power, influence and success, in a man’s world. It was hot.

Ananya was grateful for his understanding. And his constant curiosity to grasp the intricacies of her job. She loved talking about her day with him, even if it had been a torrid onslaught of one thing after the other. The way his brows furrowed as he concentrated extra hard to keep up with her words, nodding to show he was following the conversation. After a while, she learned to keep it simple, just sharing the essence without getting into technical terms. Much like he did with her for football.

But she wondered how long his understanding would last for. Her own mother and some of her closest friends had been skeptical when she picked this line of investment banking, calling it an impractical career choice for women in the long term. She had followed her passion nonetheless, and no one had really tried to stop her, knowing how strong-minded she was. But the thought often crossed her mind as to when Jude would start expecting his work & schedule to start taking precedence over hers. Start expecting her to act like the other WAGs, always available and around for their men. She constantly looked for signs, but hadn’t found any so far.

The weeks also saw many firsts in their relationship.

She realised how Jude was really a romantic at heart, but didn’t have much experience in expressing his feelings, having never been in a proper adult relationship before. So he did what he thought was supposed to be done. Sending her flowers every Monday before the workweek started, planning elaborate meals for her in her favourite cuisines (executed by his housekeeper of course; Jude couldn’t cook to save his life), offering to pick her up / drop her around the city (via Agnes, coz the boy still couldn’t drive), and buying her gifts.

The rest she appreciated, it was the thought that counted. But the gift had led to their first real argument.

‘You don’t like it?’

His face fell, looking at her sombre expression as she held the sheer crystal pendant in her hand. He saw it at one of the airport shops and had been so sure it would suit her taste.

‘It’s very pretty. But it looks expensive, Jude.’

‘It’s not.’

Jude didn’t understand the reaction. It wasn’t as if he had bought her a diamond. And even if he did, so what?

‘Not to you.’

She said softly, hoping he would understand. But Jude took it as a rejection, like she was pushing him away.

‘So I can’t get you gifts then?’

She scooted closer and stroked his face with the back of her fingers.

‘I love the flowers. The cards. But nothing too expensive, please? Not yet, at least.’

He wanted to scream ‘why not?’ and ‘what would be the right time, then?’ but realised it was a lost cause.

‘Fine, I’ll return it.’

He didn’t say much, sulking in silence. She let him have his space, sorry to see him like that. Realising that such layers of emotional complexities he hadn’t dealt with earlier. He was used to caring for his family & friends, showering them with stuff wholeheartedly. So this refusal would be hard for him to process. But she couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable with expensive gifts and just had to let him know.

There were many happy firsts too, which they both remembered fondly. Like the first time she had stayed the night at his house.

They hadn’t seen each other most of the week and when they finally met that Friday evening, few hours together were simply not enough. They cuddled on the couch, tucked under the same blanket, his arm around her shoulders, her head resting on his chest.

It was also the same night when she first felt his weight on top of her. They were jostling for the remote after a silly argument over a show, and Jude was using his height advantage plus long arms to keep it out of her reach, giggling at her meek efforts. When she moved across his body to grab the remote, she slipped, lost her balance, bringing him down on top of her. They jostled for a few seconds more, before the moment dawned on them. Jude balanced himself on his arms on either side of her, to spread his weight, as she breathed heavily underneath him, drawing attention to her mouth & chest, looking deliciously edible in that tight cream sweater. Too tempting for him. Resulting in an intense, wet make-out session.

Later that night, when she changed into his beige t-shirt over her black tights, he nearly had a heart attack.

‘I look like a homeless person.’

Ananya poked at the formless garment, which was ridiculously big on her.

Jude was on her in a flash, grabbing her ass, lifting her up and pressing her against the nearest wall.

‘I must be massively into homeless people then.’

He smashed his lips onto hers, pressing her further into the wall, making out till she felt light-headed and went limp in his arms. Her neck all shades of purple & blue with his marks.

She stayed in the guest room that night. Talking to him on the phone till they both drifted off to sleep.

The first time they slept in the same bed was a week later.

Madrid had lost 3-1 to Atletico, a brutal derby loss at the Wanda. They were thoroughly outplayed the whole match, worst performance of the season by a mile. And Jude had been invisible the entire game. Fans were displeased, jeers were heard on the ground.

Ananya received a distress call 30 min after the game. It was 12:30 am.

‘Can I come over?’

She wasn’t expecting that. His mom was in town.

‘Sure.’

Jude came to her straight from the Wanda, didn’t even board the team bus back. He knew the building code now and she had left the apartment gate unlocked.

He walked into the dim light of her bedroom, finding her already in bed. She turned, their eyes met, but he quickly looked away. Threw his bag on the desk. Busied himself with getting rid of the Madrid tracksuit. Stripped to his briefs, put on a pair of shorts. All while keeping his back to her.

She could decipher his sadness from his silence / frenzied movements, and opened her arms for him when he finally got into bed. He slid into them quietly, nestling his head into her neck and chest, finding a comfortable spot as she wrapped one arm around his shoulder and stroked his head with the other hand.

The silence prolonged, along with his laboured breathing.

‘How bad did it look?’

Jude hated pity and embellishment when it was thoroughly undeserved. So she gave it to him straight.

‘Quite bad.’

‘Felt much worse.’

‘I know.’

He raised his head agitatedly, sitting up, and she saw his stormy moist eyes for the first time tonight. His accent became even more pronounced, as it did under any extreme emotion.

‘You can’t know. No one can. You weren’t there. You didn’t hear the fans. You didn’t hear the ringing defeat in the dressing room.’

Ananya approached him slowly while he ranted, reaching for his arms, holding them gently.

‘You are right. I can’t know what it really felt like. I just meant, as a fan I can feel the pain too. But of course, being at the centre of it is another thing altogether.’

With a little peck to both his cheeks, she pulled him back down. He let her, drawing comfort from her warmth.

‘Why are your knuckles swollen?’

He didn’t respond at first.

‘JUDE.’

She urged again.

‘It’s nothing. I am fine.’

He said curtly, irritation seeping into his tone. She thought of letting it go, but his anger was his worst enemy at times.

‘How would you help the team or make up to the fans if you are out with injury?’

‘Jeez if I wanted to hear a lecture then I would have just gone home.’

She dropped her arms from around him, leaving him cold and empty.

‘Pardon me for caring. Go kick some doors as well while you are at it.’

She turned away, letting his face drop to the bed.

Jude stayed still for a few minutes, then tugged at her tank top, mumbling softly behind her.

‘M sorry.’

He turned her by the waist, lifted her arms and wrapped them around himself again. She didn’t resist, his pain still gnawing at her heart.

‘How about some hot chocolate?’

‘M not allowed.’

‘Half a cup. I won’t tell Pintus. Take some extra laps in training tomorrow.’

‘Ok.’

‘Gimme a minute.’

Jude gulped it down in two sips, licking his lips for good measure. Strangely, it helped. He was still in a pissy mood but he didn’t feel like burning that stadium down anymore.

As they both settled back into bed, resuming their previous positions, he pulled her in for a kiss, conveying his gratitude.

‘I’d leave in a bit.’

‘It’s ok. You can stay the night.’

‘Sure?’

‘Yup. But won’t your mom wonder where you are?’

‘She’s used to me not coming back or coming late on some nights.’

Ofcourse. So his mom was aware of his night-time activities. Ananya should have guessed so, given Denise spent half her time in Madrid.

‘So…she would think you are with…one of…someone…’

“Yes.’

Ananya shuddered, feeling cheap suddenly.

‘And she doesn’t say anything?’

‘So long as I don’t get anyone pregnant, she ignores this side of my life.’

Jude pulled her closer, moulding her body to his, limbs intertwined, and drifted off to a restless sleep. She stayed awake for a while, looking over his sleeping form.

The first time Jude discussed his relationship at home, it didn’t go down too well.

He told Jobe in a long call one night.

‘I knew it.’

‘No, you guessed it.’

‘Well, I guessed right. You are too easy to read.’

‘Shut up. M not.’

‘Whatever. Does Mum know?’

‘No. Unless she’s guessed it too. She said something to you?’

‘No. How come I knew sitting here & she doesn’t have any wind of it?’

‘Coz you’re nosy.’

‘You mean smart. M smart.’

‘No, I mean nosy.’

‘Bro, you sure you’re ready for this?’

His voice suddenly turned serious. Big brotherly. He was doing that more & more lately. Those who called Jude mature for his age didn’t know what Jobe could be like at times.

‘I want this.’

‘Those are two different things.’

‘I’ll make it happen if I want it. You know that.’

‘If you say so.’

Jude didn’t like the skepticism in his brother’s voice. There was nothing he couldn’t achieve once he set his mind to it. No one thought he’ll have the record setting season with Birmingham at 16. Or the record breaking move to Dortmund at 17. Or the galactico signing to Madrid at 20. Or being a starter in the national team as quickly as he did. Proving people wrong was not new for him, he liked the challenge. Even if the person knew him as well as Jobe did.

Sure he’ll have to give up aspects of his lifestyle. The thrill of being with new women, the rush of making them fall for him, the adrenaline of being their first pick, the excitement of first times, the satisfaction of the impact he had on them, leaving them coming back for more, never having enough of him, the ease of no ties / commitments. It all worked for him at this stage of his life.

But something had consistently drawn him towards this girl from the moment they first met. He couldn’t stand letting her get away. She was a lot more than someone he just wanted to ravish (he wanted that too, desperately). She was a friend, a confidante, an advisor. Someone he sought after anything good or bad. A different kind of intimacy - real, deeper, sweeter, maybe even more satisfying at times - something he was fast getting addicted to. She was comfort. She was warmth. She was peace. She was fun. She was his girlfriend.

His girlfriend.

Why hadn’t they said that to each other yet? It had to be rectified immediately.

Jude called her right away. She woke up with a jump.

‘What happened? All ok?’

‘Just wanted to hear my girlfriend’s voice.’

She missed the context in her grogginess.

‘It’s 2 am. I have to get up at 7 am. Are you fucking nuts?’

‘Is my girlfriend mad at me?’

‘YES. Your girlfriend is LIVID….’

She paused. He waited for it to dawn on her, what was just said.

‘Don’t leave your boyfriend hanging, dove.’

He heard the little gasp she let out at the other end.

‘M coming over. Wanna hear these noises in person.’

‘Ok.’

Next morning, as she got ready for work, she had to apply a ton of makeup to cover his marks on her neck and shoulders. While he remained sprawled on the bed, enjoying the scene, commenting when she missed a spot, ignoring the daggers she was throwing his way coz of getting late.

After that night in his house, Jude had never really attempted to get inside her clothes again. Letting her set the pace on it. He had understood that the path to her body was via her heart. And also her mind. Jude wanted all of her. Everything. Not just the pleasures of her alluring body but also to rule her heart and enchant her mind. Win over all her senses.

But that didn’t stop him from looking. Or touching. Or flirting. Or talking dirty to her.

The feel of her melting in his arms, the taste of her skin - he craved it like a madman. And he indulged freely. Loving how she responded to his closeness. The effect he always had on her - flushed cheeks, fumbling lips, fluttering eyes, shaky breaths, trembling hands. The little noises she made for him, he was cataloguing them all in his mind. Revisiting them in his private moments of need.

It started with passionate make-outs - on the kitchen counter, pool table, dining table, the desk in her bedroom - basically anywhere he could put her on a higher surface, bodies pressed together. Hands roaming her form unabashedly, while hers clutched his shirt or biceps.

Gradually expanding to suggestive exchanges while he was away. They were mostly one-sided, except when he was insistent, but the fact she was there at the other end listening to his fantasies still turned him on.

While the hot & heavy stuff was intensely satisfying, he had started to enjoy their cozy moments too. Comforting cuddles, smiling against her skin as she tried to untangle herself from his hold, gazing into her deep (sometimes wandering) eyes, watching mindless reels with her, taking goofy selfies together, binge-watching shows, talking about their childhood & teenage years, all the little squabbles which seemed pointless in hindsight but seemed super important in that moment.

One such sore point was her consistent fondness for Cama. How she always went all ‘awww’ for him. Jude finally reached his breaking point one night & voiced his annoyance.

‘But he’s so cute & sweet, like sunshine.’

She said simply, waving her hand. The casualness pissed him off even more.

‘Cuter than me?’

‘It’s different. You are sexy cute. He’s cute cute.’

‘Maybe you should check out how many women call me cute cute on social media.’

She pinched his cheeks in response, like he was a 5 year old throwing a tantrum. He pulled away, irritation rising by the second.

‘Ofcourse they do. And you are.’

‘But?’

She smiled. As if he wouldn’t catch the but from a mile.

‘But he’s just like…pure, you know? That vibe.’

‘Pure? PURE? What does that even mean? He’s a person, not a brand of milk.’

She laughed for a good full minute, rolling over the bed, while he figured out what she subconsciously meant, smiling viciously at the realisation. His tone changed, making her take notice.

‘You think he’s some saint, don’t you? Doesn’t INDULGE in things I have indulged in? Just a cute little button, right?’

He didn’t need a response. Just one look at her suddenly sober face and he knew he had hit the nail on the head.

‘Oh baby. Sweet little baby. Let me tell you a few stories then.’

‘Jude, NO.’

She warned, not wanting this ruined in her head. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her closer.

‘He’s a FREAK. Maybe more than me. The stuff he’s into, the stuff HE INTRODUCED ME TO, the stuff on his phone…’

‘FINE. FINE, YOU WIN, OK? JUST STOP, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! I won’t talk about him EVER, just STOP.’

‘Good girl.’

She hated how such praises, laced with mockery & a sense of domination, sent chills down her back. She hated how she was rapidly losing control of her sanity when it came to him. The power that he held over her, that she was giving to him, made her jittery. She had been there before, it didn’t end well. But she could feel the control slipping away again. The fall steeper & faster this time.

The thing was, Jude was simply impossible to resist. He had invaded all her senses, all at once. Barging into her heart with his effortless charm. Sweeping her off her feet with his endless attention. Chipping away at her defences with the sheer force of his smile. Numbing her doubts with his sincerity. Earning her respect with his passion, excellence and work ethic on & off the pitch. Showing her that he meant business.

Every little moment with him she remembered fondly. Counting days when she would see him next. Looking forward to his calls when he was out for away games / other work commitments. Sharing his highs and lows after the matches. Missing his silly jokes & goofy expressions randomly in the middle of work.

And then, it was the fact that he was mind-numbingly gorgeous.

So much, that it was unfair. The looks, the personality, the attitude, the confidence, the success, the physique, the softness, the kindness, even the cockiness - it was all too sexy. Her body tingled every time he was around, anticipating his touch. Or a cheeky whisper in her ear. His kisses were a drug. His bear hugs healing. His presence soothing. Every time he carried her effortlessly in his arms, her heart skipped a beat. His weight on top of her left her wanting more. The allure in his voice called out to the very depths of her being.

Jude had bewitched her - mind, body & soul.

With him, what you see is what you get. She would often catch him checking her out, and he made no qualms about it.

‘Can you not be so obvious?’

She was fixing her collection of novels on the shelf above her desk, while feeling the heat of his gaze on her butt.

‘Why?’

He leaned back against the pillow, enjoying the view. Responding in a playful, sing-song voice.

‘Because it’s distracting.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I know what you’re thinking.’

‘Yeah, and what’s that?’

Ananya turned midway and cocked her head at him. He repeated the gesture, smirking all the way. She gave up. That’s how most of these interactions ended.

Jude’s touch was often firm & insistent, but never pushy. The restraint evident in how he always pulled back when things got too heated; very rarely did she need to intervene. He was giving her time, but she could see the question starting to form in his guileless eyes, more & more, with each passing week of them not taking the final step.

It came to surface one night, when he returned pissed drunk after a teammate’s birthday. Leaning heavily on Agnes, as the older man tried his best to not let his boss trip and fall on his face or ass. As soon as Jude saw her in his living room, he threw both arms around her, his body weight almost making her tumble backwards.

‘Bayyyy-beeeeeeee.’

The angelic Agnes again intervened in time, helping her drag Jude to his room, while that horrid accent hurt her ears. Once inside, Agnes looked at her, as if saying ‘he’s your problem now’ and left swiftly.

Jude plopped down on the edge of the bed, as Ananya started to rid him of his alcohol stained clothes, while he puckered his lips and kept trying to land them on her mouth. She could smell at least 4 different types of liquor on him, evidence of a crazy night.

‘Tryna get me naked? I’ll help ya.’

And he did. Quickly. So quickly, that she had to slap his hand away when it went to the waistband of his briefs, the last remaining piece of clothing on him.

She helped him settle on the pillows, then moved away to go to the guest room but he pulled her down, making her land on top of him.

‘Jude you’re drunk…’

‘Why don’t you want me like I want you?’

She froze. Words instantly dying in her throat. Not expecting such a heavy question in a moment like this.

His vision was blurry but his deep eyes still spoke volumes. A window to his vulnerability.

‘Do you still love him? Is that why you don’t wanna be mine?’

She stared at him dumbfounded, body burning up as a thousand different emotions hit her simultaneously.

He knew very little about her one serious relationship, she had evaded any deep discussion there. But clearly he had gathered more than she gave him credit for, displaying a degree of emotional intelligence she didn’t realise he possessed.

Did she love her ex? No. Did she still have some residual feelings? May have been true when she first met Jude but not so much anymore. Had she completely forgotten him? Well, it wasn’t possible to ever fully forget your first love, at least that’s what she felt.

But his love wasn’t what’s coming in between her and Jude. It was the scars of his love. She hadn’t used her head while walking into that relationship. At some level she always knew it won’t work out; they were too different. And he’d easily move on, like guys always do.

It petrified her that she was following the same pattern here. When Jude was 10 times more different than her compared to her ex. And this was 100 times more complicated than anything she had ever dealt with. So, a part of her was fighting to not cede control to her heart. But looking at his peaceful sleeping face, she wondered if the battle was already lost.

Kissing his cheeks, she whispered into his ear.

‘I do want you. But I am scared, Jude. What do I do?’

It was almost like he heard her in his sleep. Coz his arms wrapped around her body, squeezing it tightly, offering her the security of his embrace. She snuggled closer, kissed his bare chest and drifted off to sleep. Both stayed like that all night.

Roma had been her voice of reason through this tribulation.

She was the one who convinced Ananya to go on that first date. And since she had hung out with Jude more over the past few weeks, she was more #TeamJude than ever before. The Madrid goodies he always brought for her had very little to do with her unwavering support of him, at least that’s what she vehemently claimed.

‘You say you have made peace with his prior lifestyle. But you haven’t. You are still judging him. That’s what’s holding you back.’

Ananya had bared her heart to her about the drunken night. This had been her immediate response.

‘Do you judge me too?’

‘WHAT?’

‘I’ve been with a ton of guys before I met Chris. My philosophy was not too different from Jude’s, I was only looking to explore. And have some fun. Would you judge me for it?’

‘Ofcourse not.’

‘Why? Coz I am a girl and he’s a guy?’

Ananya was stunned into silence, unable to digest the harsh truth of her friend’s words.

‘It’s not the same. He…he…’

Even she didn’t know what all he had done. He had offered to answer any & every question, but she didn’t want to go down that road. Not knowing the details seemed better for her peace of mind.

‘Ofcourse it’s not the same. Coz our situations are not the same.’

It didn’t surprise Ananya that Roma was jumping to his defence. Roma and Jude were similar personalities. Spontaneous, easygoing, jovial, doers rather than excessive thinkers. With an open outlook towards life.

The three of them had hung out a few times by now, and got along like a house on fire. Jude often teased her in front of Roma, pulling her into his lap or resting his hands on her butt. Enjoying her fluster from the open PDA. Once Roma had walked in on Jude feeling her up in the kitchen, while she fixed him a snack after training. Ananya was horrified, but those two laughed it off, uniting to then laugh at her misery.

Frankly, the final frontier, which had been her mind, had started to give up too. She was fast running out of reasons for keeping him at bay.

Moments apart started becoming harder to bear, for both. The ongoing international break was a harsh reminder of it. It was only 3 days in and already felt like a week, despite video calls every morning and every night.

On one such night, when Jude called her late evening, he wasn’t prepared for what hit him.

She was dressed in a shimmery silver sari, long matching danglers & delicate bangles, with a halter neck blouse. The exquisite garment hugging her curves deliciously, accentuating her round full butt & her natural shapely sides.

Jude practically drooled over his phone.

‘Umm….what’s going on?’

‘An impromptu ethnic party in the office. We closed two massive transactions and the HR wanted to do something whacky.’

‘Uh-huh.’

When he didn’t say anything else for the next few moments, just stared blankly, she started to get anxious. And looked over her attire again.

‘You don’t like it?’

‘I love it. You’re fucking beautiful, my god!’

She preened under his heartfelt praise. But there was something else in his eyes she couldn’t decipher yet.

‘Where are you lost?’

‘You’d be mad if I say it.’

‘Don’t be silly. What is it?’

He pondered for a few seconds, then just blurted it out.

‘Don’t kill me. But it’s too sexy. You’d be there without me and….people will see you….guys will see you…..swaying & frolicking in that sinful attire and….they will imagine things. There, I said it.’

He didn’t even wanna think about some asshole actually approaching her tonight. It made him wanna take a private jet back immediately.

He was also half-prepared for her not receiving it well or in the spirit that he intended. Or for her to throw something like ‘what about all your thirst traps?’ at him.

She didn’t do anything of the sort. Her expression stayed balanced, understanding.

‘I’d be wearing a coat over this most of the time. Roma would be with me throughout. And I can’t even drink too much, am down. So there won’t be much ‘frolicking’ as you say. I’ll call you in a few hours when I get back. Ok?’

‘Uh-huh.’

‘C’monn now, gimme a smile before I go.’

‘Gimme a spin first.’

She obliged gladly, twirling for him, giving him a 360* view.

‘Happy?’

Jude shifted uncomfortably on the bed, his body catching up with his wandering thoughts, responding to the temptation that was this seductress.

‘Send me a few photos. From all angles.’

The rosy colour brightened her cheeks, as she understood his real meaning & nodded in response.

‘And you’ll wear this for me when I get back.’

She nodded again, biting her lower lip. Jude was ready to combust.

‘Come back to me soon. I’m waiting.’

Something about the way she said it felt monumentally different to him. But he didn’t fully catch the drift & didn’t want to keep her from her party, so he let it go.

‘Just 4 days more, dove. Then it’s you & me.’

‘You & me.’

‘Have fun. Ciao. I’ll wait for your call.’

They kissed the screen together at the same time, giggling at their silliness, before hanging up. She missed him already, within seconds - concrete proof that she was far too gone.

It was probably time, she could feel it in her bones. She’d talk to him as soon as he’s back.

But, the universe had other plans. And something drastic happened in the meantime that could put their whole dynamic at jeopardy even before it was fully solidified.

…………………………………………………………..

Apologies for the long long wait & thanks for your patience. But I finally got back to these two :)

The next chapter is clear too - it will be heaviest one yet (angst plus smut) 😊

As always, would love to hear your thoughts on this one.

Some folks asked to be tagged but I hv lost track. So if you wanna be added to the tag list pls let me know.

[dead-boys-club]

†  happy birthday : hawks.

❥ a gift for @ephemeralapotheosis ❥ ; n ; sorry it took so long to get it out, i wanted to post it at midnight.

the day had started off quietly, with you waking up to the soft light of the morning filtering through the curtains. it was your birthday, and while you didn’t expect anything grand, you couldn’t help but feel a little excited about what the day might bring. keigo, your ever busy pro hero boyfriend, had been particularly secretive lately, which only added to your curiosity.

as you stretched and got out of bed, you noticed a small note on the nightstand, written in keigo's familiar handwriting. the note simply read: 'morning, little bird. meet me on the rooftop at 10 am. don't be late. -k.'

your heart fluttered with anticipation as you wondered what he had planned. after getting ready, you made your way to the rooftop of your shared apartment, the cool breeze greeting you as you stepped outside. the rooftop was one of keigo's favorite places, offering a panoramic view of the city - a place where he could feel free and at peace.

as you opened the door to the rooftop, you were greeted by the sight of keigo standing near the edge, his back to you as he admired the view. he turned around as soon as he heard you approach, a wide grin spreading across his face. 'there you are,' he said, his golden eyes sparkling with excitement. 'happy birthday, sweetheart.'

before you could respond, he stepped aside, revealing a beautifully set-up table with your favorite breakfast foods, fresh flowers, and a small, elegantly wrapped gift. the table was decorated with your favorite colors, and you could tell that he had put a lot of thought into every detail.

'you did all this?' you asked, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the effort he had gone to.

keigo chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. 'of course. you only turn twenty six once, right? i wanted to make sure you felt special today.'

he led you to the table, pulling out a chair for you like the perfect gentleman he was. as you sat down, he took his seat across from you, watching with a soft smile as you admired the spread. 'i figured we could start the day off with your favorite breakfast,' he said, pouring you a glass of freshly squeezed juice. 'and then maybe we could go out later, see where the day takes us.'

the morning passed in a blissful blur, filled with laughter, conversation, and the warmth of keigo's presence. after breakfast, he handed you the small gift, his expression a mix of excitement and nervousness. 'i hope you like it,' he said, watching as you carefully unwrapped the box.

inside was a delicate necklace, the pendant shaped like a small feather - a symbol of keigo himself. 'so you can always have a piece of me with you, even when i’m out saving the world,' he said softly, his eyes full of affection.

you couldn’t help but smile as you reached out to hug him, feeling a rush of love for the man who had done so much to make your day special. 'thank you, kei. this is perfect,' you whispered, holding him close.

keigo pulled back slightly, his hands resting on your shoulders as he looked into your eyes. 'anything for you,' he said, his voice full of sincerity. 'you deserve the best, today and every day.'

the rest of the day was spent enjoying each other’s company, with keigo taking you to your favorite spots around the city, treating you to small surprises along the way. as the sun began to set, he led you back to the rooftop, where you found a cozy setup waiting—soft blankets, pillows, and a small projector set up for a movie under the stars.

the two of you cuddled up together, watching the movie as the city lights twinkled in the distance. keigo held you close, his wings draped around you like a warm blanket. 'happy birthday, love,' he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. 'i hope today was everything you wanted.'

you looked up at him, your heart full of happiness and love. 'it was perfect..' you replied, leaning in to kiss him softly. 'thank you for making it so special.'

as the night went on, you found yourself feeling incredibly grateful for the man who had gone above and beyond to make your birthday unforgettable. with keigo by your side, every day felt like a celebration, but today - your birthday - was something truly magical.

[twistedkittyart]

This month's birthstone is Opal, to make my birthstone jewellery affordable I use Opalite as an alternative.

Pictured is one of my birthstone star-flower pendants.

Opalite is a man made 'stone' made from glass resin to give the appearance of Opal.

[captainfluffytheragdoll]

Space Riders Theory! 🌌

Woah I'M making a theory?? Yeah that's right. Hey guys! Captain Fluffz here. I'm using my very poor detective skills to make a theory about @onyxonline's very amazing Space Riders AU! Right, without further ado, let's get into it!

Firstly, if you've been reading the SR AU for a while, you'll probably have noticed that our main cast, aka the Space Critters, have these charm/pendant-like shapes on the front of their space suits.

See?

In episode 1, when the team get ready to fight the Cult's goons- ahem, I mean people, we see their pendants glowing.

It may just be a cool effect, but I think it may be something more. For more proof, in this scene where Catnap and Dogday do their cool duo move, their pendants are also glowing.

In episode 4, Hoppy's pendant glows when she's going into overdrive mode.

Well, what does all that mean? I think, maybe, the pendants represent the Space Critters' souls, and are perhaps even connected to them. Here's what I think:

Dogday's Sun pendant: Represents his powers as a Solar Celestial and his sunny demeanor as well as his positive attitude toward things. He is quiet literally the growing and supporting force for his team.

Catnap's Moon pendant: Represents his powers as a Lunar Celestial and his calm and levelheaded (also rather eepy) personality. He's probably a good listener and supports his friends; a good shoulder to cry on.

Hoppy's Lighting pendant: Represents her electricity powers and her active and enthusiastic personality. She can be a bit impatient and loud sometimes, but deep down cares for her close ones very deeply.

Crafty's Blue Flower pendant: Represents her creativity and calm personality. Just like a flower, she's a gentle beauty but has her thorns (ways of protecting herself).

Picky's Apple pendant: Represents her wholesome and hearty personality. She, of course, loves food and takes care of others.

Bubba's Light Bulb pendant: Represents his heightened intelligence and informative, (nerdy) and smart personality. He always has the information needed to help his team on missions and gets them through dark times.

Kickin's Star pendant: Represents his fire powers and his cool and bright personality. Like all stars, he's one you can count on, and of course, is very very rad, but has his burning point too.

Bobby's Heart pendant: Represents her caring and sweet nature. She's a very understanding and kind soul, and helps others however she can. Her beat (personality) is calming to all around her.

In episode 5, Poppy says that the husks are created to "show the irony of the heretics fighting their true selves". This very obviously means the husks are the Space Critters' "Dark Sides©" made to show what the Space Critters "actually are".

On the topic of husks, in episode 6, the husk that looks like Bobby has a... rather odd detail.

It's pendant, unlike Bobby's, looks somewhat like a melted heart, whereas the real Bobby's pendant is a perfect heart. Perhaps, this is meant to show the Space Critters' "real selves" aka their "Dark Sides©". We haven't yet seen the other husks, but I think all of them would have broken or ruined versions of the Space Critters' pendants. Meaning their "real selves" are mean, bloodthirsty and deranged.

So, in conclusion, I think the Space Critters' pendants represent their souls and are perhaps even linked to them, and the husks' ruined versions of the pendants are meant to show their "Dark Sides©".

So yeah! That's all, feel free to share your thoughts in the comments. I spent a fair amount of time on this, so a like or some nice words would be appreciated ^^. No forcing of course, don't feel obliged. Thanks so much if you took your time to read this, left a like or some nice words. I hope you found some truth in this theory, and please let me know if I missed anything.

Credits:

All art belongs to @onyxonline.

Space Riders AU belongs to the great @onyxonline. Check her out, now!

"Dark Side©" is a concept made by me, and the team name for some of my OCs who also may make an appearance in my AU of @onyxonline's SR AU.

Edit 29/07/2024: OMG OMGOMGOMG @onyxonline reblogged??!! WOAHH!! Tysm!! <33

Alright then, peace, Captain Fluffz out! ✌🐱

[blueberrypancakesworld]

I love your Lords of chaos stuff and would really like if you could write something about Euronymous dating a girl who has a completely different aesthetic as him (girly, pink, super sweet and innocent) it can have smut . And if it could talk about how the dark circle feels about their relationship and stuff. Thank you and would truly love it.

Okay so this was really, really fun to write because of the dynamic. I hope you like it and as always have fun reading :)

Princess and the Vampire

warning : big fluff, use of Y/n

masterlist-Lords of Chaos 2018

masterlist-Rory's characters

Second Part

Diclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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The two couldn't have looked more different when they entered the shopping centre. The young woman was dressed in bright colours, but most of all it was her pink top that revealed her silver belly button piercing with a little Hello Kitty pendant on it that drew attention. not to forget her blue jeans with the colourful flowers sewn on them.

A typical glittery girl of the nineties from the outside. If she hadn't intertwined her fingers with those of a dead man. Next to her, a young man with longer black hair, black leather trousers, jumping boots and a T-shirt with satanic symbols on it. Two completely different people who loved each other more than anything else.

She heard him mutter to his friend, who was now giving the tenth pensioner a death stare and scaring him off with ,,Hail Satan". But this only made his friend smile, which is exactly why she loved her friend. While he was him and they both accepted each other as they were. Pink and girlish and dark satanic.

Like Yin and Yang she thought and jumped beside him before they arrived in front of a jewellery shop only a few moments later. ,,You dragged me here for this...well then, if you want" he grumbled and she just giggled before pulling him behind her. She was grateful that he came along to her little shopping trip, as she knew he didn't think much of trends and the mainstream.

Which is why she gave him a kiss on the cheek which made him smile slightly. ,,So again, I hope you're prepared to be kicked out of my shop," she heard him say again and knew what he meant. Since you got together about a month ago he had been telling his friends/band/admirers that he had a girlfriend but it never came to a meeting.

You were just too different for that and Euronymous was sure that the circle would tear you apart. Even though you met by chance in an ice cream parlour and he got your strawberry ice cream and you got his dark chocolate ice cream, something clicked between you.

Turning to him and smiling confidently, she said, ,,I don't wear pink heels for nothing, you know," before turning back to the chains. ,,I just need one more thing and it's perfect" she thought and looked from star symbols, to little flowers and musical notes. ,,How about this?" she heard his voice and he held out a necklace with a skull on it.

Smiling but rolling her eyes slightly, she pushed the necklace back into his hand and said, ,,That would look good on you, my sweet vampire, why don't you go and get it?".

Looking a little further through the shelves she let out a squeal of delight and Euronymous covered his ears before coming over to her and smiling. ,,OMG she's cute, look at those little ears!" she exclaimed, practically pushing the necklace with the Hello Kitty pendant into his face, which he could more than see.

Taking his hands up with conviction, he looked at the necklace and said quietly, ,,Yeah, it's kind of cute," which she confirmed with a knowing nod before they went to the checkout and bought it. ,,Wait, I'll help you" the black haired man said and while she held her hair up slightly he fastened the clasp so that the necklace was in place.

She went to one of the shop windows and looked at herself in the rather bad reflection. ,,That looks super cute" she said delightedly and smiled a big smile at Euronymous who returned it before the two of them took each other by the hand again to make their way to the record shop.

Spraying her perfume, which smelled of cherries, around her one last time and putting it in her little pink bag, she saw Euronymous give her a murmuring smile before he opened the door for her and the two of them went inside.

There was no one in the shop itself and she saw her friend's brief relief as he ran his gaze over the plates before stopping at the path to the cellar. ,,Ready?" he asked, pulling aside the curtain where she could already hear the loud music coming from downstairs. Fixing her hair one last time, she nodded to him before following him downstairs.

She had only been in the basement a few times when the coven didn't have a meeting. But it definitely lacked colour in her opinion. Overcoming the remaining steps, she stood next to Euronymous with a broad smile. ,,Nice man, a hooker, didn't know this was going to be an orgy" was the first comment from someone wearing a bandana and grinning broadly.

The others laughed and she saw that it was not the first and not the second beer they all seemed to have had. ,,You must have paid the little one a lot," she heard the murmur of someone with long dark brown hair who was playing with a lighter and had a challenging look on his face.

That's the guy from the interview in the newspaper...Varg or something she thought, but didn't let the remarks get to her, she was above these things. ,,Or is she our victim, I really want to do it again" said a guy with long hair and a knife in his hand that flashed in the light who was sitting next to a guy with a heel cross chain. Before she noticed a blond, quiet, thin-looking guy she recognised as Pelle/Dead.

Euronymous's best friend as she knew. Just normal nice people. ,,No guys...this is Y/n my friend!" Euronymous interrupted his friends and followers and put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her close. She waved to the group before giving Euronymous a kiss on the cheek and pulling out of his embrace before walking over to the various guys.

She was more than ready. ,,Hi I'm Y/n...nice bandana where did you get that?" she asked the first one, shaking his hand eagerly before pulling the bandana hanging around his neck towards her. ,,It comes in pink too, I hope," she murmured and let go of him again with a grateful look. ,,Of course you can get it in pink in all colours...Hellhammer we could go and get some together" he replied quickly to her cheerful manner and shook her hand before returning to his beer and giving Euronymous a thumbs up for her.

Before she went over to the one with the lighter and shook his hand as well. Intrigued, she ran her hand over one of the soft strands of the boy's hair and said, ,,Wow, they're really soft...you must tell me about your hair care routine".

This seemed to throw the stranger slightly off track, but almost in spite of himself he began to write his routine on an old sarviert. ,,Here, it's not expensive at all, I'm Varg, by the way, I also have nice hair," he said and suddenly seemed almost embarrassed and quietened down before he sat down on a chair again and was quiet.

Putting the serving dish in her little bag, she went over to the boy with the knife. ,,You have a cute smile...what kind of sacrifice is that?" she complimented him and made a happy noise as she saw his cheeks turn a bright pink and he just put the knife away and shook his head slightly. Before he calmly said, ,,I'm Faust...not a victim, just a joke" and quickly took a long hit of his beer.

Nodding, she shook the hand of the guy next to Faust with the necklace before proudly holding it out to him. ,,You definitely need one with Hello Kitty, the colour would suit you," she said, and only heard the more than overbearing guy mutter an ,,Occultus" before leaning against Faust and giving him a searching look. Before she almost killed poor Pelle, who looked as if he would throw himself into Faust's knife.

She grabbed his face and turned it slightly from left to right. Before she said to Euronymous, ,,My little vampire, you never told me how pretty he is, you're missing make-up", she let go of Pelle and bounced happily back to her friend, who was watching the whole thing with a big grin. Before he pulled her to him, gave her a heartfelt kiss and wrapped his arm around her waist.

No one dared to say a word. ,,I see you are very good with the boys" he said delightedly and she just smiled proudly. To be more precise, she had the boys so well under control and she was so excited about herself that the evening ended in a Disney marathon, that's for sure.

She wasn't the one who cried at the death of bambies mother, but a certain black coven did. And since then she has been the pink shining exception of the black circle or simply the pink princess of black metal.

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@mayhem-things , @bvg-w1res , @beldamama

[starillusion13]

Under the moonlight

The above beautiful Hwa edit is from @whiteblackswan

Pairing: vampire! Seonghwa x f! reader (ft. Hongjoong)

Genre: Vampire au, Angst, Smut

Warnings: marriage under lies, fake mate, poisoning, mating, bonding, blood, biting, slight overstimulation, nipple play, raw penetration ( don't do unnecessarily buddies). Do tell me if I have missed anything.

W.C: 5k+

For my bestfriend: @mymoodwriting ( I love you so much my Rose)

Network: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

Note: Thanks for reading and reblogging my fics. I appreciate it a lot and I love you my stellars for inspiring me to write all these shits:)))

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🔞 . PLEASE BE INNOCENT

“I know who you are.”

“Interesting.” A laugh echoes all around the royal chamber and the hallways. The laugh is genuine with a mocking tone and evil means.

You snap your head towards the direction you are guessing the source of the laugh but nothing is visible to you. Every corner of the room is like hollow darkness with mysteries waiting to be explored. The aroma of sandalwood and roses are outlining the wicked love of the person who is currently out of your sight but you are all visible to HIM.

The burning candles and the flames around every corner of the room lighting up the darkness and your teary eyes filled with a strong passion and hatred are shining like the diamonds in a pit hole.

“Why are you hiding? Are you afraid, blood-fool?”

“Shut up! I have told you repeatedly not to call me that.”

His tone is stern and you can feel his piercing black eyes sharply focused on you. Trying to take one step closer to the stairs, you got held back by those restraints on your hands and legs. You don't have a single bit of idea about the restraints on your body, the long golden tree roots emerging from the ground with different white flowers decorating it and the most unique is the black roses on them with shining, lining of an almost invisible shield around your wrists and ankles. You have already tried several times to shake them off but it’s in vain. Glaring at the roots for nth time, you look up to catch the sight of the most awaited man of the night.

The Dark Aesthetic is flowing from his presence. Black hair falling over his forehead hiding one of those star-filled eyes but the other one is enough to be compared to the stars of the universe and still be the brightest. How can his eyes shine so bright? 

The black shiny suit with a loose fitted white-shirt with three buttons from the top are undone which teasingly shows you the bare chest of the pale skinned man. There is a pendant around his neck but it's not clearly visible. The black boots echoing in the huge space causing your heart to thump inside you but you don't let the man know before you so you hold a facade of strong personality.

 “Why am I here, blood-fool?”

“Y/N!”

You flinch on hearing his shout. The candle flames also lose their flow of burning with the vibration of the sound. Your brown daring eyes staring directly to the opposite black eyes. No. The eyes are wine red in color but it vanishes with your one blink. Are you hallucinating?

“What? Don't like hearing it but still here you are keeping me all tied up.”

“Shut your little mouth, Rose.”

You send him a glare on hearing him calling you with such endearment. He just chuckles on your expression and your gaze falls on his tinted red lips which seems like he has just sucked someone’s blood which apparently, he has. Both of you are standing facing each other under two chandeliers. The five feet distance between you both is nothing to keep you safe from him and his dangerous dark aura beaming out from him is making the atmosphere colder. Shivers run down your body and his eyes follow how slowly goosebumps are peeking on your soft and dirty skin. Feeling his gaze on you, you try to cover your exposed skin but how can you even do that being in such a condition.

“If you want me to shut me up then I presume you to start explaining.”

“Such a feisty one.”

“Well, you know me now.” 

Your weak yet confident self is smirking at his strong form. Even his shadow has some authority over the place. 

“I’m just waiting for the moment to break you down.” 

The way he speaks the words and the melody tuning from his mouth was so nice to your ears but you quickly regain your composure to glare at him back again.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, you are asking too many questions so let me see which to answer you first.”

He walks towards your restrained form in the middle of the hallroom and then you noticed a big black rose pinned to his left side of the coat over his chest. That is not like some usual flowers but gifted just like yours. How?

He looks over his chest following your eyes and he smiles seeing the flower and when he looks up, his gaze travels to your whole form standing in a thin white royal silk gown and your princess tiara on your head reflecting the flames of fire through the mini diamond works.

“You have this flower…..but how?”

“Why can't I have this when you also have the same one?” 

You look over to your right shoulder to see the white Rose but it looks so weak in front of the black one just like you in front of him. Your confused facial turns towards him. 

“Why are you comparing that to mine? It's a mate thing, not some matching stuff for your grand party.”

“I know it’s a mate thing and that’s why I have this.”

“You can’t have a Rose. Only Hongjoong can have this. I am his mate.”

“No. You are not his mate, Y/N.”

“You think I will believe a monster like you. Never.”

He comes closer to you, leaning forward to meet your brown orbs. You avoid to meet his eyes but the grip on your jaw makes you to face his dangerous smiling face. He looks so beautiful in so close up. What the hell? How are you getting distracted by the fact that he is the enemy of your and Hongjoong’s kingdom. Eyes scanning your face and stops on your lips, he regained his straight posture to take two steps backward to cast a glance at you and starts walking towards a table and beside it is a large curtain. You panicked on thinking what his next move can be.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry. I will not hurt you.”

You huffed on his response. “The one who kidnapped me last night, keeping me here whole day like a tamed animal and then assuring me to not worry.”

Rummaging through the cabinets, he finally takes out a silver knife with black and white stones, crystals and roses decorated on it. If he is going to kill you then its better to be like this than to fight him back because neither you can escape this place alone nor you want to stay with him any longer. He glances at your stiff figure and chuckles. Observing the knife in his hand, he is circling your figure. Turning around your head in every direction to understand his movements, he is just casually walking with knife in circles as if waiting for the exact time to launch on his prey.

“I had to keep you all day here or you would have tried to run away.”

“As if I could. But, where were you all day?”

“Did you miss me so much?”

You hiss. “I did not.”

“I was waiting for the right time and till then collecting all the information.”

“Right time?”

“Yeah. Everything needs to be done in a proper way.”

“What are you saying?”

The last thing you remember is about last night.

**************

You were enjoying your time with Hongjoong in the backyard garden. You were listening to his stories about his clans upcoming mating season and how some of them will have to adapt to some new ways to find their mate but suddenly you both felt a chill wind brush over the skin. Your husband reassured you that he was the most powerful vampire king and its nothing except the wind in early December. There was still a lingering sensation in your mind that something was wrong.

“Joong, I don’t think its wind.”

“Calm down Y/N. If anything happens then I am here to protect you.” He was smiling softly at you.

“How long will you keep her blind with lies?”

You got startled with the new voice but your husband was standing still without any emotion on his face as if he knew the voice very well. He really knew. He even knew why that person was there and even what he was referring to with lies. Blinded by lies?

“Seonghwa…..Why are you here?”

A dark chuckle erupted from the bushes and you both were alarmed while staring there. The figure appeared from the shadows with white stars sparked on his left side of the coat over his chest. The same position where Hongjoong is having a black rose.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know Hongjoong.”

“Leave this place, right now.”

“I came here today with everything prepared and I wont be leaving without taking her with me.”

“I will not go anywhere with you.”

“Y/N-“ His dark eyes became soft while looking at your form holding Jonng’s side tightly. He was not liking the fact of you holding your husband like that. Why?

“She will not go anywhere and I will make sure of it.”

“Lets see.”

In a split of second, Hongjoong attacked with his sword towards his enemy but only a metal clinging sound was heard. Your closed eyes which were expecting to see some bloods as usual caught the sight of Seonghwa glaring at Hongjoong, his eyes dark with void as if he could swallow his soul and one hand blocking the sword with his own and the other one choking him.

“Leave him. Why are you doing this?” Tears rolling down the cheek and both of the men were furious to see you in that way.

“Look, you have made her cry.”

“Shut up. As if you did not just poison her that day.”

*****************

You are groaning to not remember what happened after that but you are more confused with the conversation they had.

“You tried to poison me?”

He pauses, gaze focused below on his shoes and hand clutching tightly the knife. The hold is so strong that his hand can cut without the blade portion.

“Not tried. I had to give you poison.”

“Why? And…and where is Hongjoong?”

“To prove him I was correct. He is probably being a maniac in his kingdom right now.”

He is not looking at you but is keenly interested on the curtains, eyeing every curtain precisely. You didn’t notice before that how all the natural light sources from the nature is blocked by those black curtains.

“Prove?”

“Do you remember what happened on the day when all the royal vampires were gathered?”

“Of course. You killed so many royals that day and even you gave threats to my husband. Also, that was the day I saw you how crazy you were for blood.”

“Your blood.”

His black orb staring at you, hiding behind a lot of explanations to be spoken out, begging for you to give a chance to hear him out. His eyes travelling to the constraint parts of your body, roots around the wrists and ankles adorned with white flowers and black roses.

“In the middle of the ball room, you picked up your glass and sipping the drink, you went to the balcony to spend your time alone under the moonlight. You felt a tingling pain in your chest and your flower was shining. Your senses were telling you to run away, to leave the place as you don’t belong there. But….you ignored it and calmed your senses before putting up a fake smile and went to your bedroom.”

“How do you know this?”

“I was there all the time. That drink had the juice of crushed black roses from my yard. If your mate drink that under the moonlight then you both will feel the pain in your chest and it shows the connection between you both. If you were not my mate then you then it would have worked as a poison to your body.”

“How? But I’m not your-“

“You are my mate Y/N. His flower is Lily not Rose, that’s fake. He was mesmerized with your beauty and your body and his desire overtaking him, he finally chose to steal you before I could ever reach you. He made me a villain in front of everyone……in front of you.”

Seeing you after all these years, caused his passion to flare as he gazes upon his lost love. His golden eyes staring at your brown ones directly and this time you are searching the truth and lies hidden in them.

“Then why have you tied me like this?”

“I’m protecting you. Those shields and those flowers are purifying every trace of Hongjoong on you.”

“No No you are lying. I want him back. Where is he?”

“Has he ever told you about the mate thing or how does it work?”

“No but….he said that you are causing too much problems all around and we have to think about the mate thing later because you are blocking our bond.”

“Exactly. If you were really his mate then nothing could have blocked you both in the mating season and also he blamed me for this. Think about it, did you ever feel the pain when he was hurt? Had he ever showed you how these flowers are connected? Had he ever told you how much he loves you?”

No. He has never been like this ever. You didn’t even think about it this way but you just cant rely on his words without having any prove of whatever he is even telling you now.

“Prove me then how much you are saying truth.”

 “No. I cant do the mating against your will.”

He nears to your form keeping the knife in his pocket, taking your hands in his and you can feel the relief to your body when the restraints start to disappear. Your shocked face looking up to him for any hints of any other intentions but he has a fond look towards you. The man standing in front of you is your mate, so you were in lies all these times and your mate was desperate to find and get you back.

“Why didn’t you find me soon?”

“I wanted to reach you everyday but you were not in my territory and his territory was shielded by high potion barriers but Wooyoung helped me to get to you. I couldn’t stand anymore that some other vampire is soon to claim you as theirs in front of me and I felt a rage in my heart to see you smiling with him.”

“Seonghwa….” The first time you ever called his name and his wide eyes shining brighter as if it holds the whole universe within it.

“Say my name again, Y/N.” There is an eagerness and longingness to hear you, to hear you call out his name. The rolling of your tongue sending shivers to him and his hands holding you tighter, thumbs pressing top of your hands.

With a smile, you repeated his name again ‘Seonghwa’ and he hugged your weak body, shielding you from all the evils he can at that moment. Surrounding a protective barrier around you with his hands as if he does not need any other means to protect you, he is enough for you.

The closeness and the connection you are feeling with him, you never felt a little bit with your husband but there is a lingering thought of whose intention is correct. You have heard that you cant be bonded if you are not their mate and Hongjoong never tried to bond with you but if Seonghwa is telling the truth then he should not be hesitating to do the rituals.

“If you are really my mate then do the rituals and prove me.”

“Only mean to prove is the connection of the flowers under the moonlight. And then……”

“Then?”

“Y/N, we can take time if you want.”

“No. You already waited for me all these years and I was blinded with façade of love and was living with someone who was not even my mate. I feel so used right now maybe you will also hate me knowing how much I have loved him.”

You’re leaning to his scent, the more time passing with you in his embrace, you are getting attracted to him and his presence.

“I wan to make you mine. You will be My Rose.”

“Then do it Seonghwa. Make me yours.”

Pausing for a precise moment, eyes scanning your overall face with genuine warm smiles reflecting towards each other. He kisses your soft pale lips with his cherry lips, hands moving up to cup your jaw and you balancing yourself on the hold you have on his attire, clutching tightly. Eyes shut close, slow movements of lips dancing with the beats of both of your heart’s melody, the way its singing to finally having each other. Tilting his head to get better access to your mouth, one hand sliding behind your head to pull you closer. Teeth clashing each other’s, saliva and the heat of your mouth’s becoming one. You never felt this feeling with your husband ever but this man is giving you all the feels for which you have longed for. Breaking the kiss, he places a small kiss on your forehead.

“Before bonding, I want to show you how these flowers are connected.”

 Getting an approval of nod and assuring smile, he goes towards the big curtain and with a harsh pull, he removes it. Moonlight spread across the room rapidly belittling the light from the flames and candles. The dark place you were all these times seems lively. Mysteries of the darkness changing to hope for you. For you? The hope to be finally someone’s.

Taking his flower on his hand, he extends his hand towards you, asking for you to do the same, you hesitate for a moment before handing over yours to him. With keen interest, your eyes following his every move, how he placed the two flowers with white on top black and places it under the first ray of direct moonlight from the casement.

“What are you doing?”

“We need to drop one drop of our blood on this to seal our bond.”

Slow steps of your bare foot make its way towards him, hands by your side holding the gown up to not halt your steps. Taking the knife from his hand, he shows no emotion to you but a fixed stare on the flowers, you cut your wrist slightly, closing your eyes to endure the stinging burn and pain. His wide eyes taking in your form, holds your hands over the flowers and his other hand taking the knife from you to cut similarly on the wrist holding yours. His face has no reactions like you but observing how both of your bloods drop on the flowers.

Nothing happened.

Everything is still in its movements and your breaths of pain audible. So, was he lying? Then he is not your mate.

“Why nothing happened?”

“We are not yet bonded Y/N.”

Realization clicks your mind with the bonding word. So the intimacy between you both is required to surpass it’s effect. Thousands of thoughts clouding your mind but you choose to lock them behind the closed eyes.

“Then do what is left to do. Claim me as yours.”

“Y/N you don’t-“

“I have to Seonghwa. I need you to make me yours. I want to know that you are mine.”

The only push he needed was to hear you call him ‘yours’. With quick steps, he comes to face you with a lustful-red eyes but he seems to fighting his own self to prevent himself from hurting you in rush. Your bright smile returning to his features make him lean forward to crash his lips against you. The previous shared moment was so soft and delicate but this one is rough. Biting your lips to get deeper, his tongue and teeth sucking your inside as if to suck your whole life out.

“You smell so sweet Y/N.”

“I want to smell like you.”

The words make his grip on your hair and forearm tighter. With a pull, he tries to guide towards a particular direction before you stop him on his ways and confused eyes staring back at you.

“What happened? Do you want me to stop now?”

“No but I want you to do it here under the glowing moonlight. I want to see how the natural light adorning your feature and how the bond will affect the flowers.”

“See it by yourself. Come on and disrobe me.”

Your hands move upwards to slide his coat from the shoulders leaving him in a see-through shirt and the pendant and then when you see a red rose rested around his neck same as Hongjoong but his was lily. He follows to where you are focused and chuckles.

“The only color to my life is this pendant.”

“I will color your life. I will be the moon to your darkness.”

“Why will you not be my sun?”

“I don’t want to burn you with my love and not let you to look at me. Sunlight makes every corner bright and burn through every barrier to light it up and people don’t value its presence that it should get whereas moonlight adores the nature with its shining rays and only lights up the place which welcomes it, leaving around the rest in mystery. When someone looks at the moon, there is a fondness.”

Your hands slide on his cheeks, “I want you to look at me like that.”

“Yes my queen.”

He presses his lips to you, kissing you softly then gliding his tongue with tracing a juicy line through your cheeks to jaws. Leaving wet kisses on the fleshy jaw, he moves down to nuzzle into your neck before kissing it and sucking it. You let out a low moan to which he sucks deeper and you swear as if he could eat you alive that instance. Feeling a sharp tingling of his fangs around the neck, you smile and pat his head but he just kisses you on the spot.

“Bite me.”

“No. I want to feel you and make us one then only I will bite you.”

Moonlight falling over him, reflecting his attractive features of facial and the pale skin over his chest seems like a perfect meal to you. You nod to him and he goes back to kiss your collarbone and then when you feel the tug in your dress from back, urging you to free from your body. Your hands guide him to take it off but when it gets stuck in one place, he just rips it off from you. He takes off every material from you. Your hands go back to take off his shirt.

He pulls you down cradling in his hold and you both landed on the soft mattress. His lips never left your delicate skin, nose intoxicated with your scent and hands pumping your chest.

“Seonghwa….”

“Yes Y/N.”

“This..ah...this feels so good.”

“I know. I want to make you feel good in every possible way. I want to prove my love for you and to claim you in this bond.”

His breath against your soft skin, lips nibbling when admiring and praising you. You tangled your fingers into his hair and pulls it when he flicks a nipple, earning a groan from him. Pushing you further down into the mattress, he plops a nipple inside his warm mouth and sucking it deeply, tongue giving kitten licks to the tip. His eyes look up to your blissed face with pleasure. Your eyes meet his. A spark runs through both of your body. Your legs close tightly and rubbing against to get any friction of throbbing heat but he quickly follows your action and places his one knee in between.

“Don’t.”

Your pleas having a desperation in it and it amuse him. He places your hand over his hard member and guides your fingers to get off the pants from him. Your hands move faster than you imagine and surprises him as well to see your dedication for him.

“How badly I want to ruin you!”

Your heat aches and clenches on his words. Suddenly he retreats himself from you, leaving your heated body on the cold mattress. Your eyes flutter open to see him removing his pants fully and placing himself between your legs. Moonlight hitting his bare self and your eyes adoring the view. Every movement of his body, flexing his well built muscles and abs and how your hands tickling to touch them.

“Please Seonghwa. Please ruin me.”

 He bends down to place a little kiss on your clit, continuing a line of kisses from your lower belly to belly button where he licks the surrounding place and nose bumping to your hot flesh with his hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin making your body arch and pull his hair in your grip, moving up to your chest to suck your nipples and kiss in the middle of the chest then licking the collarbones and again nuzzling his face into your neck and hair.

Placing a kiss on your jaw and repeating it to your nose and lips. He smiles down at you.

“Are you ready my queen?”

“Always my king.”

He pushes himself inside you, length stretching out your tight muscles. You let out a loud cry before Seonghwa pushes your hairs back to plant a soft and long kiss on your forehead.

“That’s it. Relax.”

His soothing voice and delicate touches, fingers brushing over the pale skin. Your hands tracing the line of his muscles and gliding your hands up and down his body.

Every thrust is deeper than the before and you are literally floating. His thrusts are not rough but measurable and precise to make you feel how good he fits inside you. Your walls clenching around his length earns a growl from him. Your hips rock upward to match his pace but his grip on your hips holds you down to make you still.

His every touch igniting your already burning self and if it continues, you might burn down. Thrusting deeper into with his hip bending down, gives you a sensation of building up of a knot inside. The burning knot of your bond. Your nails digging into the flesh of his back. His hands messaging your breasts and sucking and biting in between.

“Am I making you feel good?”

His pace is increasing and by his rough and uncoordinated thrust, you are sure that he is also near to his climax.

“Yes…my king…yes.”

“This is all mine. I wont let anyone to take you away from me. All mine. Mine to claim.”

“Yes yes yours.”

“My Queen.” His thrusts are hurting you and you can feel yourself to the edge.

“Seong-“

“My Rose.”

“Hwa-“

“My Y/N”

Moaning out his name loud, you break loose and come. He slows down and lets you to ride your high but doesn’t stop. You are panting under him and his smile shows that how much he is enjoying the view of you falling apart. His eyes following how your chest heaving up and down and your blissed expression with parted lips. His one hand throws away the tiara from your head before messaging your scalp and other hand circling over your clit.

“Look at me.”

You whine due to the stimulation but his free hand pins your hands above your head.

“Too much. Seonghwa I cant-”

Before you can speak any further, he leans down to kiss you and hand and his length still abusing your clit. Your exhausted self is not keeping up with his pace so you let him to do whatever he wants to do with you. His hand holding your wrists move down to pat your cheeks to which you open your eyes, he directs your orbs towards the flower and then when your eyes go wide.

The flowers are becoming one and the black and red petals are now tainted with bright red color. The exact color of pure blood. Your distraction got interrupted with his rough thrusts.

“You are still so tight ugh..”

“Seonghwa…I-“ The familiar sensation in your stomach returns.

“I know. I know. Hold up a bit.” You close your eyes under the pressure.

“Y/N look at me. I want to see you coming and how my cum inside you makes you seem like.”

Your walls clench on his words. With some few deep thrusts, this time again you collapse when you come and this time, he comes with you. His movements slow down with you both riding out your high. His forehead resting against yours and the whole place has only sound of your heavy breathings from two overly heated body glowing under the natural light.

He places a soft kiss on your cheek and both of your attention move towards the flower which is shining bright red under the sparkling moonlight. You smile followed by him and tears roll down your eyes, not sad but the feelings of happy and lucky to get your mate. The tears under the light seems like falling stars which got kissed by your mate, your king.  He is still buried inside you.

“I love you, my Rose.”

“I love you too Seonghwa. My king. You are mine.”

“Yes I’m yours My queen but Can I-“

“Bite me Seonghwa.”

His sharp fangs bit down the sensitive spot on your neck, sucking the blood from you. You scream in pain but quickly it turns into pleasure, your eyes rolling back and your whole body begging to be touched and devoured.

Before he could suck the whole life out of your body, he retreats and pulls out from you. Positioning himself in a sitting positing, he places you in arms, close to his embrace where you can hear his thumping heartbeat against his chest. The heart beating for you and with your blood mixed with his. Both of your eyes admiring the red flower, representing your bonding and the love for each other.

“Our story begins under the moonlight.”

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Seonghwa was my mate in past life. This was our story. Thank you for reading.

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[happyheidi]

Hi! Question because i got curious after reading your tags on the flower pendants post. You don't use poinsettias as christmas decorations in Norway? In Poland we call them literally "bethlehem star" but i see in english it's a different flower entirely.

Yes we do! And omg, here we call it, roughly translated, “christmas star /julestar. I just didn’t know the English name for it. It’s super Christmas in Norway vibes. How lovely that you do the same in Poland! And that it’s almost exactly the same name 😄 love that for us ❤️