#ahri writing

[ahrianee]

[🌌] It is a curious presentation without a doubt.

Couple: Roboute Guilliman x Rena Caeruleun (Oc)

Warnings: English is not my main language, I'm sorry if there are things that are not understood, I tried to look for several translation sites to avoid mistakes, but surely there will be some, I apologize again

Notes: I'm just writing whenever I feel like it, so this is going to be very messy chronologically, now we're going back to when they were kids.

Summary: Falling on top of someone can't be the worst presentation, right? Of course it is the worst presentation.

A loud whip crack resounds in the room, the younger woman holds back her moan of pain while still keeping her back straight, trying to avoid another blow from the governess.

The older woman's frivolous and bitter face is the only thing she sees right now, her small hands clench trying to forget the pain in her back.

── Lady Rena, keep your back straight, a real lady would never slouch, no matter how exhausted she is ──

This time it is the governess's voice that resounds, scolding the young girl of no more than eight years old, who keeps her back straight but her gaze averted from the woman, another chaste and quick blow resounds.

This time the scream escapes the girl's lips.

── When I'm talking you have to look at my face, Lady Rena ──

Someone so straight and with rules in each of her thoughts, is trying to teach a girl who until now only wanted to be free and play.

── Lady Rena, the Caeruleun family, are noble, that makes you a noble too, you always have to be elegant and graceful with whatever you do. . . If not when you go out to adult life they will eat you and leave nothing of you ──

Her words are buried deep inside her, a thorn that has been stuck and can no longer be removed, that voice, those words, at this age children are so easy to mold. . . And at the same time so easy to break by others.

── Now repeat after me Lady Rena. . . I must be a noble lady, who will not make any mistake ──

── . . . I must be a noble lady, who will not make any mistake ──

── I will always be elegant in any situation ──

── . . . I will always be elegant in any situation ──

── Remember my words Lady Rena, I do this only for your own good, the Caeruleun family cannot stain its honor because you make a mistake ──

The girl can only nod in absolute silence, it is not the first time, nor will it be the last, if the governess showed herself to be someone kind at the beginning, after the first classes, she became what she is now, a strict lady who resorts to physical punishment if necessary.

── I will retire for now, see you next week Lady Rena, I hope to see great progress in you. . . Your family expects a lot from you ──

With that said, the governess leaves the room closing the door behind her, when the footsteps stop echoing in the hallway, the little girl's body falls to her knees against the floor, she raises her hands to her face drying the tears that fall one after another without stopping, she just wants to have fun, be free, and. . . I don't have to continue with these classes.

She remains seated on the floor, while hugging her legs tightly, she should simply give up, and accept that this is how her life will be, she has to be a noble, elegant lady without any fault.

Because in the end, it is as her governess says, they will end up eating her in the social world if she continues acting in such a childish way, crying over these trivial things.

Her thoughts begin to consume her slowly, sitting on that white fur rug that she likes so much, she feels more and more crushed by the words of her governess, everything becomes silent, she is beginning to go around in circles without stopping and getting lost in her thoughts.

Or it was like that until the door to her room slowly opened, Rena raises her hands to her face wiping away the rest of her tears, she couldn't keep crying for these things, she had to be strong, show that they can't step on her so easily, if they wanted a little girl to be perfect, she would be.

[ . . . ]

This time, it wasn't the rays of light coming through her window that woke her up, but the overwhelming number of servants, six to be exact, not counting her personal maid and the head butler, who had entered in a row one after the other.

The head butler is here, extending his arms towards the young girl in her bed, her hair completely fluffed and disheveled from her bad habit of moving while sleeping, Rommel can't help but laugh softly, since the little girl arrived at the house she felt like she complemented the place brilliantly.

── Good morning Lady Rena ──

Rommel's voice speaks softly so as not to scare her, Rena slowly recovers while she is in Rommel's arms, raising her hands to rub her eyes and remove the rest of the sleep that remains.

── Good morning Rommel ──

She says in a low tone, just as she finishes she lets out a yawn, her small body knows that it is early, at least earlier than when she usually wakes her up for her first etiquette class.

Rommel walks calmly with Rena in his arms, along with two maids who follow them from behind, while the multiple servants begin to prepare what he needs for when his young lady returns.

Walking calmly towards the bathroom that they had prepared just a few minutes ago, several bath salts and aromatic herbs impregnate the water with a pinkish tone.

── Why are they making so much noise since morning? ──

The question escapes Rena's lips who begins to feel more and more deserted in this situation.

── Today is an important day Lady Rena, her mother Duchess Ceres must have told her how important today is ──

Rena stares at Rommel in silence, not knowing exactly what he is referring to, it is early in the morning, her little brain is still processing the nice dream she had eating all the sweets she could imagine without worrying about what others think.

She slowly denies it but doesn't ask either, she is not as interested as she should be, the head butler just laughs softly and leaves the young lady of the house on the warm carpet at the foot of the marble bathtub, the aroma is soft and sweet, without a doubt he had taken great care in doing this.

Rommel steps back a little so the maids can approach and begin to undress the young lady. Rena sighs softly, her lower back still hurt, but they hadn't left superficial marks, they had only left internal marks. The governess knows how to hit so that it hurts but doesn't leave a mark after a few minutes.

They gently put her in the bathtub, and begin to soap her jet black hair with that mixture that she likes so much with fruity scents. The girl can't help but start humming at the comfortable sensation that is embracing her, a bathtub with hot water that relaxes her small muscles, and a sweet aroma that doesn't become cloying.

She admits that she loves bathing, she would have liked to bathe alone and enjoy all this in peace, but it seems that today will not be like that. Rommel approaches the bathtub with a calm step after a few minutes, enough to leave the young lady clean and shiny.

One of the maids approaches with a small jar of oil, and begins to spread it on her white skin. Is there always so much preparation? Not at all, the girl blames it on the fact that they keep saying that today is a very important day.

Rommel with a large, fluffy white towel in his hand carefully wraps the little girl, seconds later he carefully lifts her in his arms, for him taking care of the young lady was undoubtedly easier than with the Duke's older children, one certainly too disastrous, and the other simply indifferent, compared to the youth of the young masters, the young lady is undoubtedly the easiest to take care of.

Those old bones remember each of the small wars that the young masters gave her.

── Lady Rena has not said a word for a while. Is everything okay? ──

The girl nods softly, being in Rommel's arms.

── Are the etiquette classes being too hard? ──

And as if it were a sixth sense, Rommel hits the nail on the head with Rena's concerns, but she quickly denies it.

── They are fine, they are not very harsh ──

There are doubts in his words but not enough for the head butler to fully realize, the girl does not have enough courage to tell them that she really feels overwhelmed by all the classes, from the beginning it was like that.

── Madam Minerva, is an amazing governess, she has guided many young ladies until turning them into perfect and charming ladies ──

And here is the reason, Madam Minera's high esteem in the environment of social status, she knows that her parents would believe in her words does not put it in doubt, but there is a glimpse of doubt of a possible, what if they do not believe in her?

And if you think she's just complaining because she's a little girl who's been living a carefree life.

She gently shakes her head and hides in Rommel's chest, covering her face with the towel. The head butler sighs softly. He knows that something is worrying the young lady, but he can't investigate further if she doesn't let him.

[ . . . ]

── But Duchess Ceres said that it had to be a navy blue dress ──

One of the maids says while holding a blue dress with silver details, the opposite one with whom she is arguing is holding a sky blue dress with gold details.

── Duchess Ceres said blue, she did not specify, exact tone, this dress is more comfortable for Lady Rena ──

Rena looks from right to left, the one who is saying that she should wear a more comfortable dress is her personal maid, Juno, younger than the rest of the maids, but also more empathetic, she always thinks about the well-being of her young lady before the rest of the matters.

Rommel joins in the discord, holding a blue dress, with a neutral tone between the two previous ones, Rena who is sitting on the sofa after having her hair combed and organized her short hair in an elegant updo, simply can't take this situation anymore.

She looks from one side to the other, the other three maids who combed her hair are arguing about what jewelry she should wear in this very important situation.

They keep repeating that it is a very important day but they don't say why it is a very important day, at the same time they also repeat over and over that their young lady has to look more perfect than she already looks normally.

The three who were arguing about what dress Lady Rena should wear, quickly turn towards her, scaring her when they put the three dresses in front of her face.

── Let her try all three, we'll see which one looks best on her ──

It seems that this has become a competition in all its splendor, Rena looks at Rommel hoping that he comes to his senses, but he seems to be one of the most excited, if not the most excited, now Rena's pleading eyes seek salvation in Juno, but she is another one whose eyes burn with excitement to see her lady trying on dresses.

── Which one will be the first that Lady Rena will try on? ──

Rommel asks, Rena blinks several times, this situation is becoming more and more implausible, but she can't say no to them in the face of so much burning emotion shining in her eyes.

She takes Juno's dress first, a small victory for the personal maid, the other maid is not entirely happy, and what can we say about the head butler.

Time passes surprisingly slowly for the girl, adjusting the dresses, trying on not only those three that they had initially decided on, now they decided to take out their entire wardrobe and select any dress that was blue, which curiously was a large part of the wardrobe, blue and white dresses predominated in the girl's wardrobe, there was one or another of a different color but it was certainly the minority.

In another of Rommel's discussions with the maids, Rena looks from one side to the other sitting on the sofa completely exhausted, she can't take it anymore, she really can't take it anymore, she looks at the door of the room half open since another maid recently entered with orders from Duchess Ceres on how to dress her daughter.

Rena gets up from the sofa silently taking advantage of the distraction of everyone in the room, to run away seconds later.

Rommel turns his head instinctively seeing how the silhouette of his young lady runs out of the room, surprised, but not by her escape, but by how much she managed to hold out here.

The head butler leaves at a fast pace behind the lady leaving the other two maids in the middle of the discussion.

She is small but that makes her faster and more energetic than this elderly butler.

── Lady Rena! Please come back here! ──

Rommel's hoarse voice resounds as the youngest of the Caeruleun family runs through the halls of her home, small but quick steps are efficient enough to leave behind Rommel, who does not have as much energy as when he was younger.

Rena can't help but let a giggle escape from her small lips, when she gets a significant distance advantage.

She doesn't remember at all what happens today, and even if they had been talking about how important it was, they never said why it was so important.

The gold decorations cover her jet black hair making the accessories stand out more, she doesn't even remember how many pairs of jewelry they had tried on her, the young woman only sighs heavily, she can't help but think that this is the most inconvenient and annoying way to pick up her short hair, apart from the fact that the headband they placed on her this time squeezed her head too tightly.

She lets out a chaste sigh this time, her run for freedom never stopped, she keeps running through the hallways without looking back for a second, she turns right into one of the adjacent hallways, hiding behind one of the short marble pillars with a surprisingly expensive vase decorating the top, she raises her small hands to cover her mouth and thus prevent a gasp of tiredness from escaping, it's normal that she's tired not only physically but mentally as well.

She raises her hands as she slowly takes off all the gold accessories from her hair, then puts them away in her bag, she's not stupid, this is expensive and she can't just throw it anywhere, although this place she's referring to is her home, she's tired to think too much, all she wanted was some time for herself. Was that really what she was asking for?

She hadn't even finished dreaming about that little house made of candy, which is a surprisingly recurring dream in her dream library.

She just wants some time to rest and do the things she likes.

Her small body prepares to slowly stand up again from where she is hiding, she can't help but be glad now, that between her two brothers, she is the youngest and the shortest in stature, being able to hide in small places without being found.

She sticks her head out from behind the marble column a little, and looks to the sides checking that there is no one or any servant who would give her away, then she goes back to hiding again, the burning in her lower back returns, and in turn the voice of her governess returns to her head, in truth, it never disappears, her voice is still present no matter what she does, as if it were going to appear and reprimand her.

“ ── No matter the situation, you have to stay elegant Lady Rena ── “

The voice of her governess is cold and rough, just like the sound of the whips hitting her lower back, the wooden wand that the governess carries everywhere and the one she uses to point things out on the board, has another purpose as well, a very strict disciplinary correction.

Madam Minerva, seems like someone so elegant but she is also just as strict.

Her small trembling hand goes down to the small of her back, noticing the burning in the area, being a perfect young lady from the moment she wakes up, is something of every day for her, I just need a little time for herself, a moment where she can stop being the young lady of the Caeruleun and simply be a girl, run to the garden, hide among the flower bushes or simply climb a tree and rest on one of its branches, she really needs it more than ever.

── Here you are Lady Rena ──

So self-absorbed that she didn't even notice that the head butler found her again.

Rommel extends his arms carefully raising them, he can understand why the young lady is so upset, a girl of only eight years old pressured to do so many things in such a short time, if he could he would give her more time, but education and discipline is as important as she would need especially among noble people.

── Lady Rena, please just go back to your room and let them fix you completely, today is an important day and if Duchess Ceres finds out she will be angry ──

Rena sighs, her mother was going to get angry one way or another, although she is sweet with her she is also certainly very strict when it comes to certain things.

── Come on Rommel, just let me escape for a while, I promise I'll be back for the lunch ──

Rommel sighs and shakes his head somewhat heaviness.

── This time I can't allow it Lady Rena, I'll take her back to her room myself ──

The young woman complains about the head butler's refusal, she starts to get a little upset thinking about everything again, she swears that if she spends so many hours changing her dress and accessories again she would go crazy, she looks from one side to the other looking for a way to escape right now.

Her small eyes shine when she sees the wide open window, at this time they are always open to air out the place, they are on the first floor and if the young woman is not mistaken this window faces the outside patio, just the place she wants to go, she swallows as she escapes from Rommel's arms.

── I'm so sorry Rommel, but I really don't want to go back ──

She says with some sorrow towards Rommel, she knows that she is only doing it for his own good, but for now she just wants to be free, she starts to run with all her strength towards the window, climbing onto the frame of this same one.

And the elegance that Madam Minerva talks so much about went down the drain.

Her eyes looking from one side to the other, seeing the great tree that peeks out from the edge of the first floor, she swallows saliva begging not to crash against the ground and for this to go further.

── I'm really sorry Rommel ──

She apologizes again while flexing her small legs and makes the jump of her life, Overreaction? Maybe, but understand her, she is just a girl that they have been preparing since the first rays of the sun.

── Lady Rena. . .! ──

Rommel's voice is heard in the distance as he jumps towards the tree, colliding with some small branches, but he smiles when his hands grab one of the main branches of the tree, and who would have thought that the flexibility he gained could also be used for this.

Rena blinks several times as she continues to hold on to the branch tightly and begins to try to climb up and sit on the branch, but her plans begin to be ruined by her hands, hands that are slippery from the unnecessary amount of aromatic creams they put on her after the bath.

She lets out a small moan when both of her hands let go of the tree branch.

She closes her eyes tightly and holds her breath, nothing can be worse than this, some bruises and scrapes that she could hide without much trouble for the next gala they want her to attend, the problem would be if her mother finds out, she can't even imagine how angry she would be to see that she is hurt again.

The seconds pass as if they were eternal, and she continues to wait for the pain of the fall but to her surprise it never comes, instead she feels arms holding her small body, she opens her eyes halfway getting used to the sunlight that filters through the leaves of the tree, the first thing she sees are navy blue eyes, she must emphasize, the most beautiful eyes she has ever seen, and seconds later she notices blonde hair.

── . . . Beautiful ──

The girl murmurs without even realizing it.

The young boy calm gaze is mixed with a hint of surprise, and at the same time the corner of his lips rise slightly, he continues to hold her gently without saying anything, she does not know how to react now, and she also assumes that he does not know what to do in this situation either.

It is the longest silence she has ever experienced, but surprisingly it is not uncomfortable at all, maybe somewhat embarrassing, but not uncomfortable, her gaze remains fixed on him without knowing what to do next, she tries to say a word now, but simply goes blank.

The young boy also does not know what to do in this situation, he does not move, still with a firm grip on the young lady who fell from a tree, the seconds pass and neither decides to react, or it was like that until the young man lets out a soft laugh that he could no longer contain in the face of such an implausible situation.

Who would expect a girl to fall from a tree while he was quietly reading a book? An apple is possible, but a girl is very doubtful.

Fun fact, the boy dropped the book on the ground so he could take the girl with both his arms.

His blue eyes narrowed because of laughter, he could not hold it in any longer, he just laughed without realizing it, Rena's cheeks reddened with embarrassment, she finally manages to react to this cliché situation from the romantic novels that her mother loves to read so much, the boy notices how the young woman moves in his arms, he bends down delicately, putting himself in a position in which she can easily recompose herself without too much effort.

Rena's gaze falls back on the young boy, she looks at him from head to toe analyzing the opposite, expensive fabrics, gold embroidery, well-groomed, he has to be someone from a noble family and as if it were a light bulb on, Rena finally manages to remember why they had been preparing her since the morning, today the son of Consul Konor was coming, she doesn't remember what exactly but that's not important now.

She had fallen directly on top of the son of one of the Consuls of Macragge, her already red cheeks continue to become more and more red from embarrassment.

She swallows silently, and begins to beg for the ground to swallow her and spit her out anywhere but here, she looks down at herself, realizing that she is a mess, her dress wrinkled, with tree leaves, and she doesn't even want to think about how her hair is.

The young boy raises his hand towards her, removing a leaf from her hair, she lets out another soft laugh at this.

── It is a curious introduction without a doubt ──

The boy's voice resonates, soft and gentle, without any hint of mockery in his words.

The young girl does not know how to really react to this situation, she cannot help but become more and more nervous and then run back to her home, a place she wanted to flee so much and now wants to return, irony without a doubt.

The boy lets out a soft laugh, it was without a doubt the most unexpected encounter he had, of the various families he had been visiting with Tarasha and Konor, this one had had an interesting start.

He thought that this was going to be another family that would be willing to give everything to commit their daughter to him, forcing her to act in a way that was appropriate to the situation, but the young woman from the Caeruleun family may have caught his attention, even with the leaf that he took from the girl's hair in his hand, he looks at her and cannot help but laugh again.

At first he wanted to avoid meeting the next family on Tarasha's list as much as possible, after the last three he is a little reluctant to continue meeting young ladies, he still remembers the awkward and one-sided conversation one of those young ladies had with him, she talked so much that he couldn't even speak, well, he didn't talk much at all.

But at least this time it might be something different, he laughs softly again.

── Did something happen Roboute? You seem to be happy for some reason ──

Tarasha's voice brings him out of his thoughts.

── Nothing at all, we should go meet the young lady of this family, shouldn't we? ──

Tarasha notices how something is being hidden from her. At first he had asked for peace and the Duke of the Caeruleun family had offered to go to the garden to relax until her daughter was ready, but now he is looking forward to meeting the young lady. Tarasha knows that this sense of motherhood never fails, but on this occasion she prefers to leave it in favor of her child. It is the first time she sees him laugh since she began to take care of him.

He was never a child of many words, nor did he know how to express himself well socially. For the rest of things he was undoubtedly a prodigy. That aura that he gave off was almost divine, I would say, was also curious, but no one says anything for now.

── Okay, do you remember the young lady name? ──

── Lady Rena, of the Caeruleun family ──

── Well then let's go meet the Lady Rena ──

Tarasha watches as Roboute walks a little faster than usual, she smiles softly , it seems that this boy is really curious about the young girl, the woman hides a laugh behind her hand, to prevent her boy from noticing.

This time it may be a little different than the previous ones.

Here I leave how Rena and Roboute met, and also the reason why Roboute jokes so much about their first meeting.

I wanted to upload something nice after the previous drawing, I hope you like it, and I'm very sorry for the spelling mistakes, I swear I will improve little by little

✨💕

[sylverstorms]

How the K/DA members react to their fans demanding a kiss on-stage:

Akali is hesitant, at first, but only for your sake. She turns to face you while the crowd endlessly chants your ‘ship’ name, making sure her fringe covers her searching gaze from the cameras. The same deep, ocean blues that shine like azurites underneath the glittery floodlights, that you absolutely cannot meet without your cheeks feeling like they’re bursting into flames. 

Whatever she sees in you during those stolen seconds must be enough for her, because the next heartbeat she has taken a brave step forward, warm hands cradling your jaw and neck like something utterly fragile and completely precious. The last thing you see is her faint, private smile drawing closer before you instinctively close your eyelids...

Just like that she’s kissing you. Slim, balmy lips caress your own, soft as cotton and far gentler than you could have ever imagined –and you did dare imagine this, during moments of weakness in lonely nights. She starts out slow, gives you time to relax into it before her mouth parts slightly against yours, asking for more. 

On one hand, you’ve already given much more than what your thirsty fans asked for. You should stop. You should, but… you feel her pull you closer, the tremble of her breath against your lips. And that does you in. The very tips of your tongues meet and move together for a heated, electric moment you both savor like fine wine, before you break apart, chuckling in embarrassment.

Gods above, your stomach is filled with butterflies. 

Seeing the red color dusting her beautiful face, you think maybe you’re not the only one who has them. 

Kai’sa hugs you easily –it’s almost a habit by now– at the end of the concert, yet turns beet-red the millisecond people start demanding you kiss. She steps back, refuses to meet your eye as the voices get louder, but you both know your fans will not stop until they are appeased. With a deep breath, you accept your fellow popstar is never going to make the first move, therefore the task falls onto you. 

You touch her waist gently, assuringly. Gorgeous violets shyly rise to meet your gaze. Surely, your eyes convey, a kiss between the two of you is not the end of the world. You always cuddle when watching movies with the group, you have fallen asleep in the same bed, once or twice. Both of you think the other is good-looking and there’s solid trust between you. This doesn’t have to be awkward.

Kai’sa seems to agree as she places one hand on your shoulder and the other finds yours. Your free palm slides to her side, caressing the bare skin at the cuts of her tight-fitting outfit. You lean in…

Her lips smell like peach gloss, you note before you kiss them. And –oh, she’s so soft and pliable against you. Everything about her is buttery sweetness. No wonder you cannot get enough. What was meant as a chaste peck turns into a legitimate liplock; you’re sucking on her lower lip and the worst –best?– part is that she seems in no rush to pull away.

A soft sound in the back of her throat snaps you out of the daze before your tongue slips into her mouth and this really gets out of control. 

Breaking apart under the sounds of endless cheers, red-faced, Kai’sa squeezes your hand tight. She does not let go. 

Ahri doesn’t seem fazed by the demand, nor did you expect her to be. Her bow-shaped, pink lips merely curve into a slow smile capable of charming the coldest of hearts, crystalline tails ever moving behind her in gentle, hypnotic waves. When she angles her torso towards you, reaches up with graceful fingers to guide her microphone out of the way, her intention clear, you forget what it means to breathe. Ahri fixes you with her smokey, endlessly blue eyes and crooks a finger. 

“Come to me, sweetheart.” she beckons. Still, you hesitate. Until she silently mouths “Don’t you trust me?”  

It isn’t her you don’t trust, it’s your body’s reactions to her. You are placed in a spot where you don’t exactly have a multitude of options, though, so you summon what is left of your courage and walk up to her. As soon as you step close, her arms rise to guide you into her. Her touch trails up your shoulders like water; one hand wraps around your neck, the other weaving through your hair to cup your nape.

“Don’t be afraid.” comes her gentle whisper, practically against the corner of your mouth.

When she kisses you, it is like every dream blossoms to life. Her vanilla scent, her sweet taste, the softness of her tails brushing your legs and sides, all feel like you’re floating, suspended between the clouds and heaven. Ahri’s thumb rolls in little circles underneath your ear and the whine you give has her smiling against you. 

Then her tongue licks over your bottom lip and you nearly die. The velvet trace of it over yours melts you in her arms. With a parting suck on your bottom lip she draws back, flashing the cameras a wink and a brilliant smile.

Meanwhile, her hand still caresses your neck, as if telling you to breathe. 

Uh-oh. That look is burning-hot trouble. It is the definition of eye-sex.

Evelynn already has her arm around your shoulders when the audience starts chanting for you to kiss. No way that’s happening, you muse with a shake of your head. Sadly for them, she doesn’t much care what others think, fans or media, nor does she aim to please anybody other than herself.

You make to extract yourself from her side, except… you find that her hold tightens. The diva turns to you, pins you in place with a liquid smirk and lidded amber eyes peeking above the rim of her mauve sunglasses… 

Your stomach plummets and shatters before she even traps your chin between a thumb and curled pointer, before the deadly sin that is her purple-glossed mouth descends on yours. Her full lips cover your own like smoke, taste like the sweetest poison you can’t help but drink in. Sounds are muted to your ears. Thoughts on your surroundings dissipate. You are in darkness; the only thing you are allowed to feel is her. 

Evelynn does not ask for permission to deepen the kiss; she just takes it. Her thumb guides your mouth slightly more open and then her tongue slithers in, rolling around your own while the fiery seal of her lips never breaks. Your knees nearly give out from underneath you. 

By the time she’s satisfied, pulling back, readjusting her mic with long, manicured fingers, you are left as shaken as a house after an earthquake. You do not hear whatever risque thing she says to the crowd, only feel her thumb wipe the lipstick mark off the corner of your mouth. You have half a mind not to turn into her touch.

Minutes later, you have almost managed to compose yourself. That is, until she leans in again, her breath hovering over your ear this time;

“Darling.” she drawls. “Shall we continue this at the hotel?”  

[aurawra21]

old but still good, Kahri Fake Dating AU

the fact someone wrote a fic based on my silly little tweet still makes me scream, if you want to read it here's the link! : starry eyed by every thought of you

my Kahri arts part 6

[flordivina]

—Silken Petals, & Velvety Leaves From the Florae in the wild meadow to the Tallest of Canopies—

My personal Hcs on most of my Ladies’ height ♥

• In the case of Lest ; Ahri & Aurora; those are from tip of feet to top of their heads; their ears would obviously make it far higher & add a certain amount of extra inches. Lillia is also from the tip of her front hooves to the top of her head; the bloom upon her head adding extra inches too. • In the case of Nami; this is from the top of her head to the (ground) where her tail curls over the everlasting water commanded beneath her form. Her whole length to the tip of her tail fins is almost double. • LeBlanc's height is mainly this one ; yet it may change depending on her disguise & facade. Ex: Madame Selene being closer to Ahri's height more likely ; Lord Evan almost close to Lest's height ; etc. She can alter it fully if she so desires with her glamour; but prefers to stay in her naturally-given one... sometimes just being herself is more delightful after all.

[sloan-baux]

When my spouse finds me fervently writing my fanfic at 4 a.m. and drags me into bed:

[snowball-doie]

would love to see more of mark's dynamic in the polycule and how he kind of navigates it since it's something he is more hesitant about

ok this collected dust in my inbox for too long... i was trying to think about it for a bit to provide a proper response because i genuinely have just left mark in my brain/the polycule doc as this dude that's just there............. he's so complicated in my brain that i dont want to acknowledge him but i will try to dissect my thoughts and feelings on the matter for you lmao <3

mark is the last the join the polycule, i dont think anyone is surprised by that. the others were eager to jump into it after yuta got the ball rolling by being ahri and johnny's third-- it really didn't take long for the others to casually just become a thing. and that was how the polycule started. casually. for some of them, it was just a sex thing, to let off some steam whenever they were stressed or lonely; and it took time for actual feelings to develop and thus creating an actual "polycule" and not just an orgy. but that was why mark was so hesitant. these guys that he'd grown up with were all..... together? happily? like, yeah, he'd seen them all naked plenty of times in their old dorms, or in green rooms, or the locker rooms at the office. and he'd kissed haechan before, more times than he would ever admit. but a relationship? with multiple people? multiple guys? how was he supposed to sort that out in his brain, and even worse.. what was he supposed to think of himself for not being opposed to the idea, and actually liking it the night that hyuck, junwoo, and yuta went over to his apartment to talk to him about it, and he and hyuck started kissing. there were butterflies in his chest-- that never happened before. maybe it was just the anxiety. but when yuta was next, the butterflies stayed, and it felt good, not like he was anxious. no one wanted to pressure mark. just because the other seven boys were down for dating each other, that didnt mean mark had to force himself to participate. they understood if he didn't like them like that-- "no, i just... i just dont know where to start... im sorry..." slowly. step by step, and at his own pace. that was all they could tell him to do. he needed to figure himself and his feelings out before he could even think about going back to them with a final "yes". but when that yes did come, it was a relief to all the boys and ahri, which caught mark so off guard. they liked him too? all the anxiety about his feelings being one sided or being too embarrassing to express were all the things they were feeling about him too? fuck. he felt stupid.

even as the relationship continued, parts of mark were hesitant. moving in together felt like a big step that made his heart drop to his stomach, but once they found a house big enough to accommodate all of them, and ahri held his hand as she showed him around, and led him to what would be his own room that he could decorate however he wanted, mark felt slightly better. and once they were officially moved in together, mark knew that was where he was meant to be. living alone had been so lonely. he missed the boys, missed what it felt like to live with them for all those years. and now they were back together, the house never having a moment of silence, even in the dead of night when taeyong and doyoung would try to quietly get each other off but couldn't help their giggles, or how jungwoo would beg and beg yuta to let him cum...... the scariest part for mark was the first time all nine of them fucked. being squished in johnny's room, everyone taking their turns with ahri or turning to get each other off....... mark didn't know what to do with himself. the most he'd done by that point was kiss them all, and johnny and jungwoo had both had their turns jerking him off at separate occasions. watching as jae bent jungwoo over the side of the bed and pinned jungwoo's head down as jae pushed his cock into jungwoo made mark's head spin. next to them, johnny was kissing ahri as taeyong fucked ahri with pathetic, desperate moans falling from his lips that had yuta grinning and praising tae with various ways of saying, "you're doing so good, hyung," being whispered in his ear. "you okay?" doyoung asked mark. he nodded. where was he supposed to put his hands? was he supposed to be kissing someone? "you don't have to do anything if you don't want to." but he wanted to. he really wanted to. he just....... like he said back in the day before he joined the polycule, he didn't know where to start...... "here." doyoung carefully led mark to the bed where taeyong was finished with his turn fucking ahri. and instead of johnny or yuta finally having their turn, they saw was approaching and decided to stay put where they were. they figured the easiest first step was ahri, right? and they were right. mark's worries faded the second he was inside of her, his head thrown back on yuta's shoulder since he was standing right behind mark, grinding his erection against him. "fuck her nice and slow," yuta instructed in mark's ear. mark was surprised by his own willingness to obediently follow yuta's orders-- but he was even more surprised by how the longer it went on, the more touchy yuta got, and mark eventually came while yuta left a hickey on his neck, doyoung was kissing mark's bare abs, and ahri was clenching tightly around his cock.

his first time with a guy was with yuta. mark trusted him. he trusted that even though yuta's sadistic side came out around the polycule, he also knew mark the best when it came to his personal feelings, and being scared of what would happen. yuta wasn't scary or mean. he was gentle with mark and made sure everything was okay every step of the way. it felt good. surprisingly good. he knew that he wouldn't be a fiend like the rest of them were, always jumping each other's bones, moaning in the middle of the night, participating in all kinds of depraved behavior-- but mark was happy with the idea of living together, and being loved by them and loving them in return, and every once in a while, when he had the courage, he would participate in their depraved behaviors.

now, his only anxieties and hesitancies stem from being found out. it's his worst nightmare, the thing that keeps him awake at night. what if someone got a picture of jungwoo and doyoung holding hands under the table at dinner earlier? or what if someone found out that ahri is living with them and decided to investigate further before posting it all for the world to see? what if his family found out what he's been doing...... what if he and the boys and ahri lost everything? their jobs, their home... so much of what mark needed in his life is always at risk. he hated the thought that if some of them were revealed, that the company would tell mark and haechan to deny, deny, deny, because 127 could always sink-- according to the execs-- but not 127 and Dream simultaneously. Deny, deny, deny. He doesn't want to betray his family like that. he doesn't want to deny that he's happy in that big house, listening to haechan as he begs ahri to fuck him faster. he doesn't want to deny that he's in love. and he doesn't want to deny that he's happy. plain and simple. happy.

"hey, it's okay," ahri tells him whenever he wakes up with another nightmare. she's always the first one there to comfort him when he wakes up in a panic. "i've got you." she'll hold him as he clings desperately to her, his forehead covered in sweat, tears slowly dripping down his cheeks, his lungs unwilling to fill with enough air to keep him calm. "we're not going anywhere."

i feel like i've talked a fair amount about mark's reaction to reyna, so im just gonna leave this here unless you guys wanna know more <3

[teememdee]

good news: writing again

bad news: thrown myself down a rabbit hole of researching blood colors and iris structure in order to scientifically justify my headcanons involving life forms that do not exist on real world planet earth

[eatdivines]

AHRI LOVING TIME!!? my beloveds @girlfox and @heartate . you guys will ALWAYS be famous ♥️

[girlfox]

okay, so .. remind me to touch back on the old, old lore i've written for ahri in the past because i so want to revamp it for the way my portrayal has evolved over the years & the new canon lore she's been given over the years. i used to write short stories on her origins, before ahri ever had any━━and one included her feasting of an entire coastal village in one single slaughter, giving in to her gnawing hunger after denying herself for months in fear of becoming the monster she was slowly evolving into. ( surprise, rejecting your true nature will never end well ). & how she promptly entered a comatose state of fullness and shame, her body buckling under the weight of either, as her mind grappled with what she'd done and her body brimmed with a torrent of new memories and sensations not her own, experiencing each emotion anew like a whirlwind. it took such a toll on her that ahri careened into the forest and took respite inside of a shallow grotto, where she would promptly fall into an endless slumber, her dreams the memories of the hundreds she'd consumed. lasting many years, this grotto would eventually grow, and grow, and grow, nature over-taking it and consuming her, until it became what is known as the garden of forgetting━━a green sanctuary home to flowers that devour memories, nourishing themselves with them. although none knew of the conditions of her years long rest, it could easily be theorized that ahri's over-flowing power nurtured the roots of the garden, gifting them their abilities. only over a century later would ahri arise as a sleeping beauty, resolved to regain control of herself and master the power that had been swirling inside of her all this time, feeding her soul's fox bead.

[irellia]

irelia, you have 30 minutes

(wild rift promo illustration by Nuare Studio)

[ahrianee]

[🌌] I missed you

Couple: Roboute Guilliman x Rena Caeruleun (Oc)

Warnings: English is not my main language, I'm sorry if there are things that are not understood, I tried to look for several translation sites to avoid mistakes, but surely there will be some, I apologize again

Notes: This is obviously after the Horus Heresy, together two days after Roboute "woke up again" rather revived I haven't finished reading all the books about the lore yet, sorry if there are things wrong regarding chronology.

Extra scene: [Calgar looking at the reunion ]

Summary: It is certain that no one she once knew is still alive now that ten thousand years have passed, but to Roboute's surprise, she is still here.

Saying he was confused was one thing, but the overwhelming feeling that was eating away at him was another entirely, having just woken up from his possible death and yet not, over ten thousand years in a stasis chamber avoiding his death as much as possible, and here he is again, listening to the voice of Marneus Calgar, speaking to him in a harsh and rough tone, but with a hint of compassion hidden.

── He must understand that many years have passed, since he was put in the stasis chamber ──

That is the only thing that Roboute Guilliman, the thirteenth, has been hearing since he woke up, they have repeated to him so many times in just two days that he is beginning to feel crushed by those words.

If he had time to stop and lament, he would be doing it, but the Empire is completely destabilized, everything has become a mess that he is thinking at times that he will not be able to fix even if he is the one in charge again, his brow furrows when he again takes Calgar's voice into account.

── It is understandable that he is still trying to process this whole situation, but we must. . . ──

Roboute's attention is again diverted from Calgar, it is not that he does not want to listen to him, but let's admit it, he has been listening to Calgar speak since he began to regain consciousness.

He would have really appreciated it being someone else, someone he was more familiar with, not Marneus Calgar alongside Belisarius Cawl and the Emissary of Ynnead, Yvraine, a ritual just to revive him and put him in the armor of destiny, a chaste sigh escapes his lips, he is getting tired, every second that passes is a constant agony, the wound on his neck is healed, but the poison of the dagger continues to flow into his being, but the armor of destiny prevents it from killing him, although the suffering is still present.

But returning to the main topic, it is impossible for those he has known to still be alive after ten thousand years, no one he once knew in the past should be alive now, a bitter taste spreads in his mouth, not even his mother... Not even she should still be alive.

Her soft and melodic voice still echoes in his head from time to time, he must admit that the only reason he did not go crazy in that absolute solitude of his mind, was her voice echoing in his head, speaking sweetly to him about anything he remembered her saying.

Various memories, all so sweet that they could sweeten the bitterest brew, well that's how she is, positive no matter the situation.

── Lord Guilliman, are you listening to me? ──

Roboute would have denied it directly, but how rude would it be for him to admit that he did not listen to the one who was leading the Ultramarines in his absence, preventing this from becoming complete chaos.

── Of course I'm listening to you ──

Dry and direct answer, he never had a gift for people like Horus, although he prefers to avoid remembering all those events, especially now that he is so susceptible.

“── Come on, smile a little, you look better smiling, but you always have that serious face ──”

“── Rena is the face I was created with ──”

Her laughter resonates around them, she doesn't mean to ramble on about her memories but they come to her spontaneously without her being able to control them.

“── Well, you're right, I fell in love with that face anyway ──”

“── You mean you falling in love ──”

Another sigh comes out of her lips, Calgar's voice fades into the background but this time at least she's still listening to him.

── Well, as I was saying, the only person who is still alive is. . . ──

Calgar continues talking as they turn right to walk to his office in Macragge's Honor, he has to catch up as soon as possible, he doesn't even want to imagine the status of the paperwork, he doesn't even want to think about diplomatic matters now.

── It's okay, I'll take care of it, you don't have to worry ──

── Lady Caeruleun, I think it would be right for you to go and rest, you almost fainted again, you shouldn't worry Lord Calgar ──

── I'll be fine, you don't have to worry about me, a little headache won't stop me from moving forward. . . He wouldn't have given up because of a headache ──

That voice, that voice he would recognize anywhere, but in his mind only the word "impossible" resonates, ten thousand years, ten thousand years have passed, she should be dead.

── You should take care of yourselves too, remember to eat your rations and take your break schedule, I know you can go up to months without eating, but I'm worried about you and your brothers ──

That joking tone, but somewhat dull and worn out with time.

Roboute goes blank as he blinks couple times trying to understand this implausible situation. She must be some descendant of Rena, he repeats several times trying to convince her, but something deep inside him prefers that it not be so, because that would mean that she rebuilt her life, without him.

The young woman gently turns in the opposite direction when she finishes speaking with those two Astarters, when she turns completely towards Roboute and Calgar everything remains static, a tense and uncomfortable silence begins to expand.

She blinks many times while staring at him, static on the spot, not knowing what to do, her closed eyes do not show her expression but her eyebrows rise exposing how surprised she is, she looks in the direction of Calgar and then at Roboute.

Calgar clears his throat loudly taking his primarch out of the abyss of thoughts he was falling into.

── As Lord Guilliman was telling you, the only one still alive is Lady Caeruleun ──

Silence again, neither of them move from their spot, they just look at each other in silence, Roboute analyzes Rena's delicate face, same features, she hasn't changed in any way, it's as if she had frozen in time, he only notices those clear signs of exhaustion on her face.

Without wasting time Roboute walks with a firm and fast step towards Rena, she is still the same height, she hasn't grown an inch, his gloved hand rises to her cheek, even if he doesn't notice the heat that her cheek gives off, he knows that she is just as warm as ever, he looks at her face more closely, he bends slightly to lower himself to her height, she raises her hand to place it on top of the Roboute hand, noticing the cold metal.

Rena's eyes slowly open, looking directly into his face, even with traces of tiredness, Roboute can see that look full of love that she gives him, as if she had never stopped loving him, as if she had waited all this time to see him again.

The tears fall slowly, framing Rena's feminine face, one after another until she simply can't stop.

── I missed you so much. . . ──

Rena's murmur stays like that, a whisper that only Roboute hears.

── I thought I would never see you again ──

She whispers again, while crying, as if she had finally freed herself from a weight on her shoulders, the woman who kept going, who carried out almost all diplomatic affairs, who assumed part of the position left by Roboute Guilliman, finds herself breaking into pieces after enduring for millennia, saying that she could hold on, because he would never have given up.

── Rena. . . ──

Unable to find words to comfort his beloved, Roboute only murmurs her name while giving her a soft kiss, words are not necessary when this man shows his feelings with actions.

This is the first time I've written and translated something, I don't know how this turned out, I've checked it several times and I don't notice any errors or I'm just blind, but I hope you like it.

There are still several things to explain about how Rena is still alive, but for now I will just write this, if I receive support I may write more, if not I will simply continue drawing scenes of these two.

I hope you liked it!! ✨💕

[stainedpast]

it is funny yet beautiful how this song fits two parts of emrys’s life? a love that still lives in his heart though its source has died (his words areti), while the other is a love he is probably trying to escape and not admit(with ahri @vulpesse )

areti’s:

How do I live? How do I breathe?

When you're not here, I'm suffocating

I wanna feel love run through my blood

Tell me, is this where I give it all up?

For you, I have to risk it all

ahri’s:

I've spent a lifetime runnin'

And I always get away

But with you, I'm feeling somethin'

That makes me wanna stay

Then there's no more use in runnin'

This is somethin' I gotta face

[mad-hunts]

the tiny fox is caused by the fact that she does not have issues with them directly ( she is too much of a cryptid to care about them ) but since she normally has issues with anyone, i think it was fitting to put at least a itty bitty fox on there 🦊 everything else ? she is proudly fluttering her lashes right now !!

barton audibly let out a loud ' huh? ' in shock whenever he saw that all of the boxes he put on the bingo card were, once again, checked off by another person. but this time it was by none other than ahri; the nine-tailed fox who he never would've thought he matched with, but then again, surprises were kind of bound to happen whenever it came to a thing like this. barton honestly fumbled for what to say for a moment before he pursed his lips in an attempt to hold back a smile and let his eyes dart from side to side, as if he was trying to make sure no one else was present in the room. and this was seemingly because he wanted to... run to close the door to his room? okay, well, that was a bit weird. but i suppose that is to be expected from him by now. as long as he didn't do anything else weird —

oh, wait, i spoke too soon. barton was now punching the air out of a sense of victory and started to laugh, ❝ yes! oh my god, fuck you, doctor orion. damn douchebag who said i'd never be able to find one person who would like me for me because i'm 'unlovable.' well, i actually found two, you dunce! ❞ barton was practically vibrating with happiness as he purposely flopped down on his bed and sighed dreamily. he took a moment to just bask in his self-satisfaction, with his eyes closing, before he realized: 'oh, yeah. i should probably say something to ahri.' barton honestly did fumble with figuring out what to say for a bit considering the fact that he got two bingos so close together was a bit flustering to him.

but hey, he could manage. barton sat up then before placing both of his hands below his chin. ( BYEEE ☠️ THIS PICTURE )

❝ so, uh, how do you feel about garlic breadsticks? and just italian food in general, actually? because if you wanted to, ❞ barton paused as he attempted to push down the flusteredness he was (still) feeling. ❝ i know this really good italian restaurant in town, so maybe we could go on a date there? it'll be my treat... i promise! it's just that i noticed you put a big marker over the 'love as consumption' thing, so i think we may just get along splendidly. ❞

[flordivina]

♫

[sennamybeloved]

1﹕midnight.

✧ pairing: ahri x seren (s/i)

✧ word count: 1051

✧ note: first prompt for my little pride challenge!! i've been thinking about ahri, soooo...here's this.

✧ tag list: @minkymeatshop, @connor-roys, @caracello, @dragonselfship

[ reblogs always appreciated // prompt list can be found here! ]

The wild, sprawling gardens of the Placidum look even prettier when bathed in pale moonlight.

Flowering trees reach to the skies above with branches like outstretched limbs. Petals of every color and shape flutter like songbirds in the breeze, carrying with them the sweet smell of springtime as they blow past Seren's face. The stars twinkle like the hundreds of paper lanterns that flood the skies in the wake of the Spirit Blossom festival. The moon, round and dazzling, reveals itself like a pearl, and she can't suppress the awed half-smile that crawls onto her lips.

It's not often that she visits the Placidum. Too long of a walk, too risky of a climb; the cliff formations in Ionia are unlike anything she's seen anywhere else, going straight up and never coming down. The Pacidum of Navori is a strip of land that is practically floating above everything else.

Seren feels like she's floating, too; when she looks up at the sky, she feels like she's dancing amongst the stars. Her home, the moon. The galaxy, her playground. Runeterra, but a pitstop on a longer journey.

She doesn't know how long she sits here, her legs hanging over the rune-etched bolder, her gaze flickering from the sky to the flowers then to the sky again, but eventually, she hears something—it's the littleness noise, but it reverberates like a drum in the quiet of the night.

Seren's ear twitches, her head swiveling to the side, her tired eyes going wide. Before the source even makes itself known, Seren already knows who it is. A comforting sense of familiarity washes over her like a warm summer's breeze. She smiles amicably, tipping her head to the side, as if to say come out.

The thicket rustles, disturbing a swarm of glowing flitterwings; they fly up into the treetops, toward the sky, becoming stars. Out of the thicket steps Ahri. Her long, black hair falls over her porcelain face. She gazes up at Seren with sharp, foxlike eyes, her heart-shaped lips quirking into a smile. Her tails, as white as moonlight on fresh snow, billow out from behind her.

"Seren," she greets, her voice sweet and feminine and deceptively angelic.

Seren smiles. "Ahri."

The Vesani woman steps toward her mate. She kicks up a trail of glowing night-sable pollen as she walks. Some of it settles on the fur of her tails, like little stars or glittering snow. She hops up on the bolder, assuming her position at Seren's hip. She permits her no personal space, and of course, she doesn't mind. Seren snakes an arm around Ahri's hip, tugging her close. Ahri rests a hand on Seren's inner thigh, anchoring herself to her.

Ahri's other hand finds the planes of Seren's chest, bare where her robes are half-open. They lock eyes, ocean grey and firey orange. A connection is found here; a pair of wayward souls bound by magic and love. Before either of them have time to think about it, their lips are connecting. They lose themselves in a kiss that was both longer than it was meant to be and shorter than it should've been. When they part, Ahri is grinning, baring sharp fangs like she's a snarling murk wolf, but there is no malice there, and Seren feels no fear.

"It's good to see you," Seren says, and Ahri responds with a short giggle.

"I've been looking for you. How long have you been up here?"

It takes great strength for Seren to pry her gaze from Ahri's face. The night sky is a priceless beauty, but it can't hold a candle to her. She's moonlight and snow lillies, the perfumey scent of hyacinth flowers and the metallic sting of fresh blood. She's everything beautiful and volatile. She's just everything.

"Long," Seren eventually replies. "Since sundown."

Ahri nods slowly. "It's midnight."

Seren blinks in surprise. So it really has been a long time, then. She can't believe that this place has kept her so transfixed.

"I didn't know the Placidum was your kind of place," Ahri speaks again. If she were anyone else, Seren would've asked how she'd managed to find her, but she knows that Ahri can find her wherever she goes, tracking her essence like a hound tracks a wounded deer. "I thought you were afraid of the cliffs."

"I am, sort of." Seren chuckles gently. "But... I don't know. I passed the gates on my way back to the temple, and decided: why not? People walk for days to come up here. It's overhyped, sure, but you have to admit that it's beautiful."

Satisfied by this answer, Ahri lets out a gentle hum.

The night sky, which is put to shame in the presence of her mate, is no longer able to hold Seren's attention. Her gaze flickers over toward Ahri again. The stars are reflected in her eyes just as the moon is reflected in her hair. Her body looks celestial, carved from the heavens above like a statue is carved from petricite. She feels more honored to be in her presence than she would the presence of royalty. She'd spit in the face of a Demacian general, talk down to a Shuriman emperor as if they were a child, but she'd fall to Ahri's feet and utter prayers of reverence if she was asked.

She's burned into Seren's soul like a branding iron into flesh; the bond that draws them together—a spiritual bond between a mated pair of vastasya that seals their eternal fate as one—is unbreakable even in the face of death. They will always have each other. Until every last star in the galaxy dies, they will have each other.

Those soul-wrenching feelings of love and need creep up on Seren like a thief in the night, stabbing her through the chest, making her heart seer.

She reaches out, cupping Ahri's face in one palm, turning her head and stealing another kiss. This one is longer, deeper; Ahri catches Seren's bottom lip and nibbles gently, and Seren laces her slender fingers into Ahri's hair, scratching gently at her scalp with untrimmed claws.

When they break for air, they're both smiling.

"Missed me that much?" Ahri taunts, and Seren scoffs.

"Sure," she replies flippantly, and their lips meet again, their souls fusing into one at the moon’s appraisal.

[snowball-doie]

omg for the jaehyun enlistment aus, could you perhaps like write about time skipped to when jaehyun cuts his hair and yn doing everything to stop jungwoo from making his hair just like taeyong’s while reyna is playing with the hair on the ground HAHAH

Awwww stapppp I love thissss!! The boys are like “ya we’re not going in reverse age order this time.” 😭

​ugh the worst part is that before he announced enlisting this year, I originally wrote that Reyna was bigger so he was able to talk to her and say goodbye while she got upset and even chased after him before Mark grabbed her to stop her from running into the road 😭💚 timeline wise that doesn’t work out now Sadge. Maybe for Hyuck or something 😔