#diamond princess hazel

[yonemurishiroku]

I think it's a little unfair that Niko is the only one of the sons of the big three to have a real royal title…

And that 's what came out of my thoughts;

Percy — king of the sea waves, Jason — king of the winds, Thalia — queen of storms, Hazel, — the queen of wealth.

[think it will be separate with the princes and princesses].

The principal fact that it's more common for Nico, among the Big Three's children, to be referred to as a royal is because canonically, he owns the most royal (noble) titles, and Hades' blatant nepotism. Jason is the only other who comes closest to all those Royal-AU-inducing materials of Nico, with his titles of Praetor of Camp Jupiter and Pontifex Maximus. Jupiter, however, hardly favors him, which is a shame. The rest (Percy, Thalia, Hazel) don't possess any royal reference (or at least that I'm not aware of/ it's not widely acknowledged among the fandom).

That is to say: I have reserved the Diamond Princess for Hazel (because her mother is already a queen - Queen Marie) and this will be the hill I die on.

The rest yes thank you.

[serpentandlily]

Untouchable X - Azriel x Reader

Untouchable - Azriel x Rhysand'sSister!Reader

Summary: For as long as you can remember, you have always had feelings for Azriel, your court’s spymaster. But after centuries of watching him pine after your own cousin, hoping he’d eventually move on, your wish came true. He moved on—with Elain, your brother’s mate’s sister. Unable to watch him fall in love with someone else again, you flee from Velaris, from him. But things are a lot more complicated than that—more complicated than you ever imagined.

Warnings: smut and fluff, pure fluff 

Author’s note: omfg guyssss, I can’t believe this series has come to an end! I had so much fun writing it and I hope y’all had just as much fun reading it! Thanks for all the love and support you guys have given me throughout it all! Hope this is a fitting ending! 

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Part X: The Finale 

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“Are you sure about this?”

You looked at Azriel, at the vulnerability in his warm hazel eyes, at the love and adoration they held but the lingering insecurity dampened it just enough that you turned to him fully. 

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Azriel,” you whispered, gently. 

“I just don’t want you to feel rushed,” he sighed. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to make this decision before you’re ready. I’ve waited five hundred years for you, I can wait more. I can wait until the sun and moon collide, princess, as long as you’ll be mine in the end.” 

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. You were standing outside the doors that would lead to the Priestess’ chapel. Just a few steps away from being mated—from being tied together for all of eternity. 

“I’ve waited enough. We’ve waited enough,” you replied. “I want this, Azriel. I want you. I can scream it from the rooftops if you wish. Nothing will change my mind about you.” 

His lips twitched into a smile. “Okay, okay. Then, let’s not keep the Priestess waiting.” 

He pushed open the doors to the chapel, holding them open for you as you strode inside, the small train of your dress trailing behind you as you went. Your mother had sewn you this dress before she died, for this very moment. It was pure white with a long, sheer draping cape covered in silver diamonds. The bodice had a sheer underbust with those same diamonds carefully placed to make a beautiful, intricate pattern. The skirt fell to the floor, shimmering in the faelights of the chapel also covered in diamonds. It was beautiful, truly, and Azriel’s breath had been stolen away the moment he had seen you in it. You looked like the goddess of the moon, herself. 

Your brother, who you allowed to help you get ready since you had decided on a private mating ceremony, had teared up at the sight, himself. Rhysand had given you a loving speech before sending you and Azriel off to your ceremony knowing he wouldn’t see the two of you for at least a few weeks as you would leave immediately after for your mating honeymoon. 

Azriel himself was dressed in all black formal wear, finely made and tailored to his body perfectly. Your mouth had gone dry when he had stepped out of the shadows, his dark hair tousled and looking like a true Angel of Death. The dark side of your moon. 

Standing here now before the Priestess as she read out verses of love and unity, you couldn’t focus on anything but your mate. He stared back at you with the same intensity, his wings held out proudly and his shadows encasing the two of you, swirling around in delight. 

“You may say your vows, now,” the Priestess declared, shutting her book and bringing out the ribbon that was to be tied around your wrists and hands. Azriel held out his hand for you and you took it, holding them up for the Priestess who began to wrap the ribbon around them. 

“I have prayed to the stars every night since the moment I fell in love with you, Azriel, that a day might come where you’d be mine and I’d be yours,” you breathed out. “Despite all that stood between us, the magic that kept you from me all these years, I wouldn’t change a single thing if it meant that this was our ending. I will love you until I no longer exist, through death and all that comes after.” 

“There would be no shadow without light,” Azriel whispered, resting his forehead against yours as you stared up at him. “And you have been my light, princess. I live and breathe for you. My body, my soul, my mind, were made to love you and only you. Because you are the light in whose shadows I exist in. You are the guiding star that I will follow until the end of all things. I vow to love and cherish you for all of eternity. Nothing shall keep us apart from this moment on. No magic, no God, no death can separate us. You are mine as I am yours.” 

You blinked the tears in your eyes away as the Priestess finally tied off the ribbon with a smile. “As witness to your love, I bless thee with the sanctity of the Mother and all that is holy. May your love serve as a reminder of the good this world can offer. You may seal your vows with a kiss.” 

And so you did. The kiss Azriel gave you was full of love and passion—a promise to all that he planned to give you. The Priestess held out a small tray with the pastry you had baked for him—a small pear tart that you knew was his favorite sweet treat. She winked as you took it from her before winnowing away to allow you privacy. 

And the Gods knew you’d need it if the heated look Azriel was giving you could be seen from heaven.

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You barely made it through the door to the villa the two of you would be staying in for an indefinite amount of time before Azriel’s lips crashed against yours. You met him with the same intensity as he pressed you against the wall, caging you in with his taut body. 

He groaned as you parted your lips for him, allowing him the chance to taste you—to claim your mouth as his. One of his hands stayed against the wall while the other traveled down the length of your body, somehow finding your leg in the mess of your skirt and hooking it around him. 

Still, there were far too many layers between the two of you. Your body was on fire with want, with need. Sparks were igniting in your lower stomach, a terrible ache that only Azriel could soothe was taking over. The mating bond was singing its beautiful tune. 

“Bed,” you managed to mumble out between his kisses. “Now.” 

His shadows encased you once more, taking the two of you to the lush bedroom upstairs. You pushed him towards the bed but he stopped you, pulling away from you as you whined in disapproval. 

“No teasing,” you pouted. 

Azriel grinned. The sight of it was so breathtaking. 

“I assure you, princess, I have no intention other than ravishing you tonight.” 

He twisted you so your back was to him and he gently began to unbutton the bodice of your dress, pressing a kiss each time a new inch of skin was exposed to him. You melted into his delicate touch, allowing him to undress you completely until you were naked before him. 

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” he growled against your skin, pressing kisses down the length of your back until he was on his knees. He placed his hands on your bare waist and turned you around to face him, staring up at you with a reverence that had your heart jumping in your chest. 

He kissed your stomach, hugging your body with his arms. You could feel his muscles flexing—his hazel eyes so dilated, they appeared black—and you knew he was holding himself back for a moment. 

“There is no part of you that I am going to leave untouched, princess,” he groaned, his eyes trailing down your body, full of hunger. “Now that I can touch you, I’m going to make you wholly mine.” 

“What are you waiting for?” You whispered, so full of need. Your words had the desired effect, his restraint finally slipping. He pushed you backwards until your knees hit the bed and you fell down on the soft cushion, your hair fanning around your head like a halo. 

Azriel rested on his forearms above you, capturing your lips again with a new frenzy that left you panting. A hand slipped underneath your neck, tilting your head back so he could deepen the kiss, caressing your tongue with his. He tasted as good as sin.

His lips began to trail down your throat, sucking on the tender skin and leaving love marks in their wake. Your hands slipped into his hair, fisting his dark locks between your fingers and he continued his path down your body, staying true to his own words that no part of you would go untouched tonight. 

He explored every inch of you, leaving you to moan and squirm underneath him. You arched into his touch, wanting more. So much more. 

“Azriel, please,” you whined as the ache between your legs became unbearable. Azriel looked up at you with his dark eyes from where he had taken your breast into his mouth. 

“Keep begging, princess,” he growled. “You will not rush me.” 

Your head fell back against the pillow as he started his ministrations on your breast again, using his hand to caress the other one. His kisses were soft but his hands were not. Not as they groped and squeezed you with a bruising grip that only heated you further. As if having handfuls of you was simply not enough. 

His mouth traveled down your stomach, licking and biting a path on your skin until he pulled away, standing up at the edge of the bed. You rose onto your elbows, eyes glazed with lust. 

Azriel drank in the sight of you laying bare before him, a muscle in his jaw flexing, his hands itching to touch you again. 

“So beautiful,” he murmured. “My mate. My love. All mine.” 

“I’m yours,” you whimpered, sounding far too needy. “Please, take me.” 

He leaned over, running his hands down the length of your body before he pressed a kiss against your belly again. “My mate.”

Another kiss between your hips. “Mine.”

He fell to his knees, pushing your legs apart so he could kiss the inside of your thigh. “All mine.” 

And then he hooked his arms around your thighs and yanked you to the edge of the bed. You let out a gasp, raising onto your elbows again to look at him. He kissed the back of your knee before moving his way up your thigh. 

“I need to taste you, princess.” His voice was a near whine as he left marks all along your leg—sucking and biting. You moaned his name repeatedly, begging and begging him just like he wanted. 

That set him off because a moment later, he was devouring you with a hunger only a mate could have. Your wanton moans had him palming himself through his pants, trying to relieve some pressure. He sucked and licked your core, not stopping until you fell over the edge, his name coming out of your mouth like a prayer.  

You were still coming down from the high as he made his way back up to you, kissing your lips, letting you taste yourself on him. You pulled back, grabbing his face in your hand. Gods, he was so beautiful. Everything about him was so beautiful. 

Your heart fluttered at the love in his eyes, you were smiling without even realizing it. You kissed him as you reached for the buttons on his shirt. “Take this off. Now.”

“Anything for you, princess.” He smiled against your lips and helped you undress him as fast as he could until he was as naked as you. 

You could feel his hard cock pressed against your stomach. 

You ran your hands down his chided chest, raking your nails over his skin. He groaned at your touch and you pressed a kiss to his jaw, his throat, enjoying the noises you were causing him to make. Your hands continued their way down his body until you were about to finally grasp his cock but he grabbed your wrists in one hand and slammed them into the mattress above your head. 

You let out a noise of displeasure.

“I can’t wait any longer,” Azriel groaned. “I need you. Now.” 

You hissed as he took his cock in his hands and lined it up against your entrance. He hovered for a second, glancing at you, seeking permission one last time. 

“Please,” you begged. “Don’t stop.”

Azriel held himself up over you with a hand on either side of your head, lightly brushing his lips against yours. He slowly slid inside of you, inch by inch. Savoring the way you wrapped around him. You groaned, wrapping your hands around his biceps, your nails digging into his skin at the slight pain. 

But the pain was worth the pleasure. Was worth the feeling of your bodies becoming one. You wanted that feeling to never end. 

He stopped once he was buried inside of you, allowing you a moment to adjust as he hid his face in the crook of your neck, breathing deeply.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your skin. “You are mine. My mate, my love.”

“And you are mine,” you whispered back. 

“Until the end,” he agreed. 

He started to move, pulling all the way out and thrusting slowly back in. Azriel let out a curse and bit down on your neck, his canines piercing your skin. He licked the new wound as he pulled back out and thrust again. 

“Gods, please,” you moaned at the feeling of him inside of you. 

“No gods here to beg, princess,”Azriel growled. “Just me.” 

He fully unleashed himself then, his restraint snapping, as he lost himself in the feeling of you wrapped around him. You closed your eyes, melting into the mattress. He took every part of you, claimed every inch of you with him. You weren’t sure where your body ended and his began. 

With every frenzied thrust came a declaration of how much he loved you, how good you felt, how beautiful you looked with him buried inside of you, between his growls of pleasure. You became hyper aware of every brush of his skin, the feeling of his warm breath against your neck. 

The pleasure inside of you grew and grew with every stroke of his cock until his name was slipping from your mouth with a string of curses and pleas. Your hands trailed his body, down his back until you reached his wings. He groaned as your fingertips brushed against the cool membrane, his pace quickening. 

His thrusts grew more frenzied at your touch as the bond shined like starlight between the two of you. It was blinding, all consuming. 

“I love you,” Azriel murmured between his kisses and it was those words that finally sent you over the edge. Stars exploded behind your eyelids, your darkness taking over the room as you reached a high you’d never felt before. 

At the feel of you coming on his cock, tightening and pulsing around him, Azriel fell over the edge right after you with one final thrust, burying himself inside of you as a hot stream of his cum filled you so thoroughly.

Both of you were panting as you came down from that high. Azriel collapsed on the bed next to you, wrapping an arm around your body and dragging you to him. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heart that beat to the same rhythm as yours. The same rhythm of your mating bond’s mesmerizing song. 

Azriel lazily ran his hand up and down your spine. His touch was soothing and you never wanted it to stop. Not when you had once been untouchable to him. No, you wanted to feel his skin against yours at every waking moment and you knew he felt the same way by the way he clung to you now. 

“I love you,” you whispered, tracing over his tattoos with a finger. 

“I love you too,” he mumbled into your hair. “You are my everything. I’m never letting you go again now that I have you.” 

“Good,” you smiled, propping yourself up to look at him. “Because I'm never letting you go either.” 

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100 years later

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Your heart was warm as you sat cuddled against Azriel, watching your family open their solstice presents. Your hands were intertwined, as they always were since the day the two of you had your mating ceremony. Azriel had never considered himself a publicly affectionate person but after centuries of not being able to touch you, he would never stop now that he could—no matter who was around. 

Rhysand and Feyre sat on a settee across from you guys. Nyx and Selene stood beside them, smiling down at their two younger siblings as they ripped open their presents from them. Cassian and Nesta were on a couch next to them, a bundled up babe held in her arms. 

Mor and Emerie were giggling in the corner together, like they were in their own little world. Elain stood with Lucien, three younglings that shared the same red hair running around her legs with laughter. Even Amren was smiling, sat with Varian. 

You placed a hand on your bulging tummy. You were due any day now with your first babe with your mate. Azriel placed a scarred hand over yours, his warmth seeping into your skin. Azriel’s shadows wrapped around your belly in a protective cocoon of sorts and you batted at them with a huff. 

You had thought your brother had gone overboard with protecting Feyre all the times she was pregnant but Azriel by far took the cake. 

The baby wiggled, causing both of you to gasp lightly at the feel. 

“I can’t wait to hold him,” Azriel murmured to you. “He’s going to be beautiful. Just like you.” 

You smiled, kissing him on the cheek. “I think he’s going to look just like his papa.”

Azriel chuckled, the tips of his ears turning a bit pink. He had been fussing over you and the baby since day one. He had built the entire nursery himself, with his own hands, claiming he didn’t trust anyone else to make things for your child. 

“Either way he’ll be perfect,” Azriel said, kissing the side of your head. 

“Yes,” you breathed out, lovingly rubbing your belly. “He will.” 

And three days later, the next chapter of yours and Azriel’s love story began. 

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The end. 

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[daydreaming-nerd]

Young Love and Old Money (Cassian x Female! Reader) Part 5

Young Love and Old Money Masterlist

AN: This definitely should've been two parts...

Summary: She was the most beautiful woman in Prythian, sister to the High Lord of Night, and now she is the soon-to-be wife of Eris Vanserra. Despite her many titles and her aura of unattainability, Cassian can't help but fall deeply in love with the princess of the Night Court. But will it be enough to stop her impending wedding to a man who is sure to destroy her from the inside out?

Warnings: Sexisim, trauma from under the mountain, alcohol, SA, blood, Rhys is sweet but oblivious, autumn court men are pigs, SMUT (mwhahaha),

Word Count: 9,218 (I don't wanna talk about it)

For about the hundredth time that evening I had given myself the once over. The afternoon had been spent with handmaidens all over me, styling my hair, lining my eyes in kohl, polishing my nails in Autumn Court red, shining the diamond necklace given to me by Eris, and making sure I lived up to my name. 

I was surprised by how simple the dress was that was chosen for me. The handmaidens said they wanted to let my natural beauty show, as well as my new collar, I mean necklace. I ran my hands over the large, freshly polished gems. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get used to the weight of it. 

I made my way to the foyer where I knew my brother and his Inner Circle would be waiting. Anxiety filled my chest. Tonight I would be dancing and mingling with hundreds of people, but I only cared about one. The man Azriel was currently nudging with his elbow to get him to turn around. 

Cassian was lethal in fighting leathers and he was deadly in his most casual clothes, but the jacket and pants he wore tonight? It was a miracle I was still standing upright. 

His eyes shot to me and his mouth parted slightly, sucking in a breath. Those eyes, those hazel eyes, how they burned a hole right through my soul. Right through the gown and the jewels and straight into the heart of me. Cassian looked at me the way every female dreamed of being looked at. 

“You look amazing sister,” Rhysand said, pulling my attention from Cassian. 

I turned to where my brother stood with Mor, who was clad in her usual jaw dropping red. I hadn’t seen my brother in so long. With the war getting closer and things with Eris getting more intense I hadn’t seen him since that initial day at the Autumn Court four weeks ago. While I missed his face, it reminded me of the sacrifices he made for me, and reminded me why marrying Eris was so important. 

“You clean up pretty good too, Rhys,” I smiled, pulling him into a tight hug. 

“I have something for you,” Rhys grinned, waving a hand in the air to pull a dazzling tiara seemingly from mid air. “I went into the vaults and grabbed this. It was mother’s, and I thought you might like to wear it.” 

The tiara was beautiful and the moment it appeared in his hand I recognized it. It was one of our mothers favorites, made to look like a crown of shooting stars flying across her head like a halo. I had forgotten how magnificently she used to dress everyday. 

“Oh Rhys,”  I cried, throwing my arms around him while tears welled up in my eyes. 

“I know, I miss her too,” he murmured into my shoulder. 

“Help me put it on?” I ask him, pulling away and wiping my tears. 

“Of course,” he smiled with his own eyes glassed over. He bent down slightly to place the tiara on my head before standing back to admire it. “She would’ve been so proud of you.” 

“I think she would’ve been proud of both of us,” I beam at him, rubbing circles over the tops of his hands. “Now enough with the nostalgia, I’m going to cry off all my makeup. Let’s go party.” I laugh off my tears. 

“Yeah c’mon Rhys you’re going to make us all sad drunks,” Mor said, clasping her hand in Cassian’s and winnowing them out. 

Rhys held my fingers tight as he winnowed us along with her and Azriel was moments behind us. The second that the smell of damp leaves and woodsmoke filled my senses I felt a shudder run down my spine. I told myself that tonight with Eris would be different, but if the last time he had too much wine was any indication of how this evening would go…

The ballroom was filled with members of every court as my brother led me into the large space,  Cassian’s looming presence flanking my right side. It was impressive to see all the different types, colors and textures of clothing. It would make a lovely and chaotic painting if anyone ever had the will to commission it. Of course, Night Court black stood out like a sore thumb, but I certainly didn’t mind. It’s not like my brother and I weren’t the center of attention everywhere we went anyways. I looked to Rhys to find his eyes rapidly scanning the sea of people and I couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.   

“She isn’t here brother,” I said quietly into his ear. 

“Who isn’t here?” he asked, trying to play the fool. 

“The cursebreaker you’ve been searching the crowd for,” I laugh. “I asked Eris if she would be in attendance and he said that Tamlin and her had not replied to his invitation.” 

“You asked Eris for me?” Rhys said, finally turning his head to me in surprise. 

“Well I didn’t tell him why I wanted to know whether or not they were attending. I just asked casually. I secretly hoped you’d get to see her,” I smiled. 

“You’re a wonderful little sister, you know that?” Rhys smiled, pressing a kiss to my cheek. 

“Yeah yeah you big softie,” I laughed, nudging his shoulder. From the corner of my eye I could see Eris making his way through the crowd with two glasses of wine in hand. 

“Rhysand, princess, we’re overjoyed that you could make it.” Eris smiled that conniving smile. “For you my little flame,” he said, handing me a goblet of wine and pressing a quick kiss to my lips.  

“We’re happy to have been invited,” Rhysand smiles and I swear I hear two females faint somewhere in the room. 

“Walk with me darling?” Eris says, extending an arm to me. I take it but not before glancing to my right once to see the worry in Cassian’s eyes.

As we pace around the border of the room I see why Eris chose to promenade first and dance later. It felt like every single eye in the room followed the same pattern. First they widened at the sight of me, then they flicked over to Eris, down to our linked arms and finally back to me once again. Their stares were stifling, I hadn’t been around this many people since under the mountain. 

Eris didn’t want to promenade first to finish our drinks, oh no. He wanted everyone in this godsforsaken room to see that the Jewel belonged to him. The smirk on his face was a dead give away. 

“You look ravishing tonight little flame,” Eris whispered into my ear, his breath hot in my neck. “That's why they’re all staring.”

“Don’t worry I’m used to the staring,” I replied truthfully trying to avoid all the eyes on me. 

“I’m sure you are,” he chuckled. “Stay used to it pet, I have every intention of parading you around all night. Let them stare all they want. It’s only a problem if they touch.” 

His words sent ice through my veins. It didn’t matter how many cruel or shocking things Eris said to me. Each and every time they cut like knives, taking a little piece of me with them that I would never get back. 

“Is that the Jewel?” crooned a too familiar voice. I turned my head to find Helion standing in all his glory, a friendly smile plastered on his face. 

“Helion!” I smiled, embracing him warmly. It had been too long since I felt the warmth of my friend's gaze. 

“My dear you look exquisite as always,” he smiled, twirling me around so he could see all of me. “Your brother keeps you on too short a leash, I haven’t seen you since, well, since we were under the mountain.” 

Eris’ body tightened next to me as he slid a hand possessively around the small of my waist, pulling me into his side, “Indeed, Helion, but rest assured, she's in good hands now. And her leash is exactly where it needs to be.” His words carried a veiled threat. 

“That’s right,” Helion smiled, ever the charmer.  “I heard that Rhysand had finally given her away. Congratulations to the both of you.” 

“Oh we aren’t engaged yet, just courting.” I smile nervously, placing my hand on Eris' chest in an attempt to keep him from blowing his top off. 

“Yes just courting, for now,” he smirked, nuzzling my neck. 

My body might’ve been wrapped around Eris like a lovesick fool, but I let my eyes convey the truth to my friend. Helion looked at me with a sad remorse and I knew then and there that he had put the pieces together. 

“I’ll leave you two love birds be,” he said trying to hide his disdain. “I think I hear Thessan calling me.”

We bid our goodbyes and I slammed what was left of my wine and placed it on the side table of the chaise next to us. 

“I didn’t think I’d have to share tonight,” Eris rolled his eyes, continuing our walk around the perimeter. 

“You can’t court the Jewel and get upset that everyone else wants to as well,” I scoff at his insolence. 

“I am going to be High Lord, I can do whatever I want,” Eris seethes, stopping our stride and pulling my arm towards him so that I slam into his chest. 

“Eris stop you’re making a scene,” I say tightly trying to pull my wrist from his grasp. 

“Good, that's exactly what I want – to cause a scene. Let them look,” he growls, hurling his lips towards mine. His kiss is anything but polite and High Lord-ly and from the strong taste of wine and whiskey on his lips I underestimated how drunk he already was. Behind me I could faintly hear gasps of the people around us, no doubt bearing witness to the very public display of power he was putting on.  

He pulls his lips from mine and stares at me with a predatory gaze and as both our chests heave, “Now that’s better,” he smirks. 

I resist the urge to wipe my mouth off as I pluck another glass of wine from a silver tray and down it. Gods this night was just getting started and it already couldn’t get any worse. 

“I want to dance,” I say abruptly to Eris. If we dance there’s a chance that someone might cut in and save me for at least a minute or two. 

“Fine, let’s go.” Eris grumbles downing his wine as well. 

He leads me out onto the dance floor and the crowd of dancers parts for us.  For what specific reason? I can’t name why. Maybe it’s to get a good look at me, or maybe it’s because Eris is truly that terrifying. Either way I can’t help but feel like I’ve been placed in a glass box and suspended where the crystal chandelier is in the middle of the room. 

Eris leads me into a dance and I don’t miss how tight his grip is on my waist, practically warning off anyone who might try and whisk me away from him. There goes that wonderful plan. 

“You’re a wonderful dancer,” Eris complimented me and I noticed him trying to seem more sober. 

“Thank you, my father taught me when I was a little girl,” I replied looking around the room. 

From the second I had stepped onto the floor I could feel that searing gaze that took me apart bit by bit following me throughout my waltz. Finally I saw Cassian at the edge of the room with Azriel. Both of them leaning against the edge of the wall, wings tight on their bodies to keep people from brushing into them. Azriel whispered something into Cassian’s ear that had him downing his drink. 

“I wish you could see the looks of envy around the room,” Eris said low into my ear, his voice carrying an undertone of possessiveness. “Envy of what I have. Envy of what they'll never possess. You've been this mythical thing for so long, and now you're utterly tangible, and more importantly, you're mine.”

“I’m not yours yet, Eris. You would do well to remember that.” I utter to him trying my best to keep my voice even. 

Before he can even have a chance to lash out at me, a throat clears next to us halting our movements. I turn my gaze from Eris' fiery gaze and find Cassian standing before us and I curse my heart from nearly leaping out of my chest at the way he’s staring Eris down, like he heard every word he said. 

“Princess, would you honor me with a dance?” Cassian said, his usual tone of confidence laced with uncertainty. 

“I would love to Cassian,” I smile, feeling my cheeks blush.

“Over my dead body would she dance with the likes of you,” Eris simmers, pulling me closer to him. His grip on my arm was like a brand. 

“No, you don’t get to speak for her,” Cassian growls, grasping the hand Eris has on me.

“Eris this isn’t very High Lord-ish behavior,” I grumbled under my breath feeling even more eyes find our little disagreement. 

“He’s a bastard pet, he would soil you.” Eris replies, trying his best to show his restraint as he and Cassian engage in the biggest staredown this court has ever seen. 

“Yes, a bastard with nothing to lose and a dance with the Jewel to gain. Remember what I said about that arm Prince Eris? It would be a pity if you couldn’t hunt next season,” Cassain said back, his words a not so veiled threat. 

“One dance,” Eris chides. “Then I want her returned to me.” He dips a hand under my chin to place a kiss on  my lips, no doubt trying to antagonize Cassian further. 

If Cassian is provoked by the gesture he doesn’t show it. He simply sweeps me up into a dance the second the next song starts. His arms around me contrast the feeling of Eris so well. They’re warm and strong compared to Eris, who has a touch so cold it could freeze over hell. I take a deep breath to ground myself, Cassian’s scent of cedar and leather fills my senses and puts me at ease. 

“I’m sorry if I caused you any trouble,” he said and I could tell he meant it. He probably assumed that Eris would behave more accordingly in such a public setting. 

“No you actually saved me,” I laughed, falling easily into step with him. 

“You look beautiful tonight, I don’t think I got a chance to tell you that earlier,” Cassian said tightly, like the words might hurt him. The tension in the air following what happened with Eris still thick.  

“No I don’t think you did,” I replied and mentally cursed myself at how dumb it sounded. I get compliments all the time, and I always respond with grace and poise like I was taught. But something about Cassian takes away every piece of training away from me, for a moment I’m just a regular person. 

“Then I’m a fool and I should’ve said it sooner,” he replied, spinning me out and pulling me back in. I was surprised by how well he moved on the dance floor. 

“I didn’t know you could dance,” I smile and his eyes that were previously on his feet now meet mine. 

“I can’t. I had Mor teach me this one so I could dance with you at least once tonight. That’s why I’ve been so short with you, I’m counting my steps,” Cassian laughs, blush tinting his cheeks. “Once this song is over Az is going to cut in so I don’t have to face the embarrassment of trying to dance to whatever they play next.”

It takes me a minute to process all that he’s said, and as I’m trying to read his face to see if he’s telling the truth or not I can see his lips twitching as he counts his steps in his head. A smile breaks across my lips and I can’t help but laugh. 

“Oh Cassian,” I giggle, pressing my forehead into his shoulder. His arms immediately pull me close and I relish the feeling. “No one’s ever done anything like that for me before. Thank you.” 

“Of course, anything for you princess,” he smiles and for a moment I’m transported back into that dark hallway. I suddenly become all too aware of our joined hands, his hand on my waist flexing like he’s scared to have it there. 

“You’re actually a really wonderful dancer,” I laugh trying to keep myself from throwing myself at him. 

Cassian’s mouth turns up to the side as his eyes burn into mine, “one, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three.” he counts. I let out another laugh as we continue to spin around the room, he even throws in a lift every now and then when he forgets the steps. 

The song is over all too soon and within seconds of the last note being played Azriel steps in with a gracious bow. 

“Princess,” the shadowsinger greets me.

“Azriel,” I curtsey. 

“Thanks brother,” Cassian smiles, clapping Azriel on the back before heading out.

“Don’t mention it,” Az nods, taking me in his arms and beginning to waltz me around. “Did he tell you?” 

“Yes he did,” I laugh remembering the blush that covered his cheeks when he did. Never in my life did I think I would see my general, The Lord of Bloodshed, blush. “Have you been practicing with Mor too?” I raise an eyebrow. 

“No actually,” Azriel says, spinning me around in a circle. “Dancing has always come quite naturally to me.”

“Well I’d even dare to say that you’re a better dance partner than Eris,” I smile as Azriel dips me with the grace that only a warrior could possess. 

“Speaking of Eris, I saw what happened. Are you okay?” Azriel asks quietly, pulling me closer so that no one can hear us. 

“As okay as I can be. Gods everything about this room is stifling.” I roll my eyes. 

“Would you like to get some air outside?” he asks me and I nod. 

Azriel leads me out to the terrace at the back of the ballroom. When we get there I expect to see at least one couple sticking their tongues down each other's throats. But when the chill night air hits my bare skin it’s easy to see why we’re the only ones out here. I lean my back against the railing as Azriel closes the wooden doors behind us, the sound of the symphony and chattering people becoming muffled. 

Az pulls a corked bottle of wine out from behind his back with a cheeky grin, “You looked like you might need this.” he says pulling out the cork with a pop.  

“You’re a literal savior Az,” I smile, taking the bottle from him and putting it to my lips. It was the same wine I complimented Beron on and it slid down all too easy.  

Azriel leans against the banister with me as we look out over the Autumn Court. Darkness envelops the land  so that the only thing to be seen are a few fae lights and of course, the stars. I smile at the sky for a moment. No matter where I go or whom I marry, night will always follow me, and there’s a comfort there. 

“So you’re really going through with this?” Azriel croons, his voice laced only with curiosity. 

“I am,” I nod, swigging from the bottle again. “Eris is a viper, but he has something we need. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my people and my family safe.” 

“You deserve to marry for love y/n. You deserve to be happy too. You think that Rhys is the only one who made sacrifices for you and our court but you went under that mountain too.” he points out using that big brother tone he loves to use so much. 

“Saving my court will make me happy.” 

“But is marrying Eris what you truly want?” he asks honestly, trying to get to the root of things. So I let him have it.

“Gods no Az. Look at me. Eris has already made me his little pet with this ridiculous necklace. I  don’t think I could ever love Eris or be truly happy with him. But he’s been very clear about me bearing him many children, maybe I’ll find my happiness in them,” I rant, chugging more wine trying to drown out the sound of the voices in my head. 

“What about Cassian?” Azriel asks and my heart nearly stops. I don’t even let myself breathe for a moment. 

“What about him, Azriel?” I sigh, turning around and pressing my back to the bannister so that I could see the wooden doors that lead back to the viper den of aristocrats.   

“You obviously have feelings for him,” Azriel scoffs like it's the most obvious thing in the world. 

“What makes you say that?” I laugh. Azriel is dangerously close to covering the truth, one I haven’t had the guts to admit to myself. Because saying the words out loud? They would crumble the very foundations I stand upon, and then what would be left? 

“Because I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

“And how do I look at him? Huh?” I try to keep the fierce facade. 

“You look at him the same way every man, woman, and child looks at you.” Azriel blurts out, his voice laced with frustration. “Hell even I used to look at you that way till I realized I couldn’t hold a candle to the way you look at Cassian.” 

I crumble. Every thought I have falls apart at Azriel making such a statement because I know it’s true. But to acknowledge it, or even worse, to act on it? How selfish of a person would that make me? To turn my back on my brother who saved me under the mountain. To possibly deny him the chance to be with his mate, the cursebreaker, because he dies in battle. To risk Azriel’s life because he has to be on the front lines. To risk the lives of every man, woman and child in my court. 

I had thought about it, gods I had. Especially at night, when I woke from my nightmares of being under the mountain. Or when I dreamt of that small female puppy in Eris’ kennels. It would’ve been so easy for me to walk into Cassian’s room just one door down and ask him to hold me. Oh gods I wanted him to hold me. But it couldn’t be and that killed me. 

“You’re bold shadowsinger,” I gritted my teeth, sipping the last of the wine. “I’ll give you that. But if you’ll excuse me, Eris is probably looking for me.”  

I shove the empty bottle of wine into his chest and thrust open the doors. I hear him call out for me clearly feeling bad about what he had said, but I don’t turn back. Tears prick my cheeks and I know that if I face Azriel once more and show him the truth I’ll fall apart completely. 

My eyes scan the crowd for Eris, and admittedly Cassain. The latter is nowhere to be seen, but eventually I find Eris lounging on a chaise with a few of his friends, all of them clad in Autumn Court attire laughing boisterously. I walk over to him dodging everyone in front of me, wine clouding my mind. 

“There she is,” Eris slurs, the wine from 4his glass nearly spilling out as he sits it on an end table. “Come here my pet,” he smirks, pulling me down to sit on his lap. 

I grab the wine he set down and sip from it as I take in the men around us. At first glance I can tell they are all pompous assholes by the way they rake their gaze down my body. One even has the nerve to cock his eyebrow at me and my head turns to Eris to avoid his gaze.  

“Isn’t she exquisite gentlemen?” Eris asks, nuzzling my neck. 

A collective murmur of agreement falls upon the small group.

 “The Jewel of Prythian,” Eris says, kissing my neck and I try to squirm out of his grasp but he only pulls me closer to him. 

“I’ll say!” one of the men cheer causing the whole group to chuckle. 

Eris’ mouth falls from my neck to my collar bone, “Have I told you yet tonight that this corset is doing wonders for your perfect tits pet?” he murmurs licking a long stripe up the side of my neck earning a round of tantalizing ‘ohhhs’ from his friends. At this rate I’m surprised they all haven’t whipped their cocks to enjoy the show Eris was so happily putting on. 

“He’s not wrong,” says another man and I feel Eris smirk against the tops of my breasts. He’s enjoying the game of dangling me in front of his friends. A forbidden fruit only he can indulge in. 

“I wonder how many males have fucked those tits,” crooned another bringing laughter to the forefront once more. 

Eris laughs, “She’s completely untouched,” he smirks into my skin. “I’ll be the first.”

The men utter how impressed they are. Some mention how jealous they are. My heart rate quickens knowing that I couldn’t have walked into a worse situation.

“Eris,” I hiss quietly, my eyes scanning the room for Cassian but he’s nowhere to be seen still. I even look for Azriel or my brother, but the room is so packed full of people I can’t make anyone out. 

“You know I was thinking about what you said earlier,” Eris croons and I know that tone, the one that means something terrible is about to happen. “When you said I don’t own you yet?” 

“Eris stop you’re drunk,” I say low as I try to wiggle out of his grasp but it only instigates him more. 

“Well the idea that you weren’t truly mine yet based on a technicality didn’t sit right with me little flame,” he started, blatantly ignoring my protests. “So while I let you dance with your filthy dog I ran downstairs to the vault.” 

No, no, no, no. This isn’t happening. 

“And I grabbed this,” he says, pulling out a ring so large I was surprised he was able to keep it hidden. Eris grabbed my left hand with unnecessary force and slid the thing on my ring finger. The weight of it nearly made me hurl. “Now you are mine. I’ve lived up to my end of the bargain, it’s been a month of courting and I’ve decided you will make a very obedient and agreeable wife.” 

“And don’t forget fuckable!” the first man who spoke cheered. 

“Yes, I’ll enjoy ruining you, my pet,” Eris smirks, kissing me softly. 

“Hell yeah we need an heir!” 

These men know no morals, no shame, no compassion. If my brother heard a fraction of what they were saying…Yes, my brother. Gods he probably heard so much worse with Amarantha.

“I can promise you all that an heir will be in her belly within a month,” Eris announced to his cadre, earning cheers from them all as they drank from their cups.  

I knew it was coming. I think in my heart I always did. From the moment I met Eris he had never once given me any indication that he wouldn’t marry me. Hell even if he hated me it was evident that he had every intention of marrying me just so he could say he deflowered and owned the Jewel of Prythian. I knew all of this and yet I still felt blindsided. 

“What do you say pet? Shall we start trying now?” Eris croons, earning another rally from his companions. 

“Eris that’s enough,” I grunt, pushing him off for good this time. The men around us laugh at my reluctance as I stand to my feet. 

“You little!” Eris seethe standing up right after me and gripping my arm.

“Bend her over your knee and spank her Eris!” drunkenly laughed a man. 

“You touch me right now and our marriage will be void by the laws of your court!” I growl, reminding him. 

“I am the High Lord, I'll change them myself!” he growls at me. 

“Not yet you aren’t,” I scorn him, nothing short of murder in my eyes. “I will see you in three days time to begin planning the wedding. I expect you to be sober and act with the morals befitting of a future High Lord.”

I free my arm from his grasp, leaving him to contend with the embarrassment of failing to control his future wife in front of his companions. I rip off the engagement ring and pocket it, unable to stand the weight of it. My eyes dart around for Cassian and when I don’t find him I grab a bottle of wine from one of the unattended tables. I make my way to the front door, choosing to walk all the way back to the Night Court if necessary. As I reach for the door it’s pulled back by the other side revealing a very disheveled Cassian.

“There you are, I was looking for you,” I grumble, still agitated from Eris’ antics.

“You look upset, what happened?” he slurs slightly. 

“Are you drunk?” I ask tapping my foot in the still half open doorway. 

“Yes, but you didn’t answer my question, what the hell happened?” Cassian grumbled straightening up and pushing the fog from his brain. 

“Eris happened,” I complained, gesturing to where he sat laughing with his companions again. “He was just showing me off and talking about making an heir and all that shit. It doesn’t matter. I stole some wine, let's go.” I huff starting to move past him. 

“No that’s it, I’m going to fucking kill him.” Cassian seethes and begins to move past me, but I place a hand on him stopping him.

“No stop,” I protest standing in front of him, but he doesn’t take his eyes off Eris. “I’ve had enough drama for one night. Please just take me home.” 

Cassian doesn’t take his gaze off the future High Lord, his breathing picking up, the siphons he had on his hands glowing. 

“Cassian,” I whisper, his name for only him to hear. His gaze falls to mine and softens. “Take me home.” I plead. 

 His eyes go soft at my pleas and I see him come back to earth, “Let’s go,” he says leading me out the door. 

We step out into the night air and waltz down the steps. Each and every step that we take pulls me further away from that cursed room, and as the sound of music and chatter get even further away I start to feel myself relax more. Cassian’s presence is like an anchor that keeps my feet on the ground. I am  comfortable. I am safe.

 We reach the bottom of the long stairway, and Cassian stops in his tracks. I turn to find him looking a little shocked, like he just remembered something. 

“What is it?” I ask taking a step towards him. 

“I uh,” he stumbles over his words. “I got you something.”

 He turns around to a large potted plant at the base of the long steps leading up to the ballroom. His large form bends down to pick up something that’s behind it and when he emerges once more he holds a puppy in his arms. I can’t help but gasp as the puppy wiggles to life, looking comically small in the Illyrians arms. I set down the stolen bottle of wine so that I can see her.

“I might’ve gotten a little drunk and broken into Eris’ kennels to get her,” he laughs passing her into my arms. “You just loved her so much and you kept talking about her and… I just couldn’t leave her.” 

The puppy wiggled in my arms licking my face like she had remembered me from our first meeting. I know I would know her face and markings anywhere. 

“Oh Cassian you have no idea how much this means to me,” I beam tears gracing my eyes. 

“I figured we could find her a better home, somewhere she will be loved,” Cassain smiled.

It that moment I don’t think I could’ve ever loved him more. I looked up to see him watching the puppy wiggling in my arms. Everything about him was so beautiful, from his sharp jawline to the tendrils of hair that had fallen out of his low bun. I couldn’t help myself. I stood on my tip toes and pressed a loving kiss to his cheek. 

“Thank you Cassain,” I smile at him as I watch that blush return to his cheeks.

“Anything for you princess,” he reminds me. “Now we really have to get going before someone figures out I stole that thing.” Cassian laughs picking up the bottle of wine and then me. 

We take off into the air and I can’t help but let out a laugh at how ridiculous this all looks. A general, his princess, a stolen puppy and a stolen bottle of wine making a beeline for the Night Court. 

Cassian and I land on the terrace of the House of Wind in a fit of laughter recalling stories of his and my brother's adolescent lives.  

“I couldn’t help myself, he was some prick in his new training clothes and I was a kid with nothing. He deserved to get a little beat up!” Cassian laughed, the most real one I had ever heard from him. 

“He probably deserved it. Rhys is terrible at first impressions,” I giggle thinking of how haughty my young brother used to be. 

Cassian opens the door to the kitchen and living room letting us both in. The house is dark save for a few fae lights over the kitchen island. I wasn’t sure where the shadowsinger was, but whatever lady he was entertaining was certainly a lucky one. The puppy had fallen asleep in my arms on the flight home, so I set her adorable self down on one of the many plush couches. The entire time I felt Cassian’s eyes watching me intensely. 

“My buzz is starting to wear off,” I smile, turning from the pup and walking past Cassian and into the kitchen. “Let’s have a nightcap before we go to bed.”

I pull out my brothers expensive whiskey and a couple of glasses. I wait for Cassian to say something, anything, but he stays silent. The only indication that he’s still there are the raised hairs on my neck indicating that he’s watching the back of my head as I start to pour myself a glass. 

“Single or double?” I ask him, my hands holding his glass and the decanter of whiskey. 

I wait for a response, but the silence that seeps from him fills the room with an unexplainable tension. I’m suddenly all too aware of the lack of heat in the room as the hair on my arms rises and oh gods I can feel him. His presence behind me.

The sound of cool, calculated and slow footsteps echo off the walls of the room and suddenly he’s there behind me. His heat radiates towards me and I don’t dare turn around. His fingertips graze the backs of my elbows, letting me know he’s there. 

“Y/n,” his voice is like a prayer as his hands dance around the backs of my arms. My breath hitches at the utterance of my name, he never calls me by my name and the sound of it on his lips makes my toes curl.

I  slowly turn from the kitchen island and I’m met with a wall of pure muscle. I crane my head up to meet his intense gaze, and his eyes say everything. They pierce right through me. I rest my hands on his forearms letting the feel of the fabric over them ground me but it doesn’t help. He’s too close, and he’s too warm and he’s everything. 

“Cassian,” I whisper for only him to hear. 

I press a hand to his chest feeling his heartbeat beneath his shirt finding that it’s beating just as wildly as mine. My eyes meet his again and there’s a pleading there, like he might be suffering and I’m the only one who can end it. 

“Kiss me,” I breathe. 

His hand sweeps under my chin pulling his lips on mine and I suddenly realize why the romance novels I’ve read describe it as earth shattering. Cassian’s hands fall to my waist and I feel like I’m on fire everywhere his body meets mine. His lips feel like heaven against my own, nothing like the way  Eris kisses me. No, Cassian kisses me like he might love me. My hands grip his shirt and pull him closer. 

I feel his fingers slide down my waist and beneath my thighs. He hoists me up, dress skirts and all, onto the counter and I suddenly have much better access to him. His mouth wanders down my neck leaving wet kisses all over me. I place a hand behind me to get more support and the empty whiskey glass shatters on the tile floor. 

The large necklace Eris gave me gets in the way of his kisses and I feel my blood boil for a moment. How could I belong to Eris when Cassian kisses me like this?  When he holds me like I’m his everything? 

I capture my lips in Cassian’s once more pulling him away from my neck. His mouth is warm and soft on mine. My fingers find the front of the ridiculous necklace and I tear it off, the sound of the clasp breaking reverberating through the house. Cassian growls and presses his hips further between my legs, my hand slaps on the granite counter for support, the gems of the necklace clattering with it. I release it so that my hands can fly to the buttons on his shirt. The growl that had come from his lips had changed something in me. I needed him now, and I needed all of him. 

“Cassian,” I pleaded. The name rolls off my tongue with such ease. His hands roam my body and all I can think about is how I need more. More, more, more, more.

I get the top half of his shirt unbuttoned and I let my fingers roam the bare skin that lies there. He’s warm against my chilled hands, and as my fingertips brush over a long scar I can’t help but want to feel all of him. Know all of him. 

“Stop, stop,” Cassian mutters, taking my hands in his and pulling them away from his chest. 

My mind immediately starts to panic as he backs away from me. What have I done? I’ve ruined everything. I try to meet Cassian’s eyes from a few feet away but he won’t look at me. Instead he looks at his hands, like they’re covered in blood. 

“I can’t. I can’t do this,” he mutters still out of breath. 

My heart shatters. I had dreamed of kissing Cassian, of having him hold me like he was just seconds ago. Never did any of those dreams end the way this one is now. 

“Cassian I-” 

“I’m not worthy,” he breathes, never taking his eyes off his hands. “I’m not worthy of you.” 

My already shattered heart shatters again. 

I slide off the counter taking slow steps towards him waiting for him to flinch or move away but he doesn’t. I reach him placing a hand on the cheek feeling the stubble there, and despite his words I swore he leaned into my touch ever so slightly. My thumb caresses  his face, begging his eyes to meet  mine and they do. In that beautiful shade of hazel there’s a sorrow by likes of which I’ve never seen. 

“Then show me every part of you that feels unworthy of my love and let me kiss it until it knows nothing but it,” I say to him, praying he hears every single word. His eyes soften. 

“Y/n,” he breathes pulling my lips to his once more and I swear right then and there that I’d do anything that man asked me if he just said my name like that again.  

My arms wrap around his neck pulling him down towards where I stand on my tiptoes to reach him. Somehow this kiss is more passionate, on both ends as I try to live up to what I’ve told him. His hands hoisted me up again, even though the skirt of my dress was debilitating. 

I feel myself being carried down the hall into a room I realize is his from this scent enveloping me from every angle. He sets me down gently, like I might break and kicks the door behind him closed. My hands find the last buttons on his shirt and I get them off with ease, my next course of action has me reaching around my back to tug at the strings of the corseted dress. I get the tie undone, but the rest is tricky. 

“Wait, stop,” Cassian orders, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. “Are you sure you want this? Because once I start I won’t be able to stop.”

“I want this, I want all of you Cassian.” I nod still breathless and his eyes search mine for any hint of a lie. “Please,” I beg and I watch all resolve fall from his face. 

“Fuck y/n,” he moans before pressing his lips to mine.  

My hands find the bare muscles of his chest, and try to commit every line and scar to memory. I run my hands all over him, the warmth and feel of him addicting. My fingers fall lower over his abs and I swear I melt at the years of building muscle there. 

“Fuck,” he hisses. “You can’t touch me like that.” he growls using his hands on my hips to spin me around so my back is flush to him. 

His lips find my neck and I swear I could fall apart just by the way his mouth feels on my skin. I feel the laces on my dress get looser and looser as his fingers work them apart behind me. The second the top one is loose enough the weight of the skirt pulls the top down leaving me completely bare. My breath hitches as I feel his calloused fingers gently coaxing me to turn around and face him. The second I do my cheeks flush and I fight the urge to cover myself. 

“You’re so beautiful. I wish I knew a better way to say it than that. You are-” he loses his words, pulling me closer so my breasts are pressed to the bare skin of his chest. The feeling is euphoric. “You are everything.” he says, and it feels more like a confession. 

He leans in to kiss me once more but I press my hand to his cheek to stop him, “Cassian,” I breathe and I feel his breath hitch at the way I say his name. “I love you.” the phrase echoes through the room. 

I feel his body tense pulling me impossibly close. “Now I’m never letting you go,” he mutters, pressing his lips to mine in a fiery need.

His hands hoist me up and I wrap my arms around his shoulders for support. My aching core brushes against his abs and it takes all my self control not to shift my hips to get more friction there. He lays me gently on his bed, and I feel my back sink into his mountains of pillows. His clothed hips settle between mine and he pulls his head back to look at me. 

“I’ve loved you ever since I met you. We had just barely become adults and I walked into the townhouse for the first time and saw you reading a book by the fire and I knew,” he confessed. “I knew I loved you before I even knew your name.” 

I couldn’t stop the rogue tear that slipped from my eye at his confession. Cassian’s lips kissed the drop away before pressing his lips to mine once more. My hands threaded to his hair as he made his way down my neck leaving a trail of fire everywhere his lips brushed. 

“Can I touch you?” Cassian breathed against the valley between my breasts. 

“Yes,” I hiss needing him everywhere. 

His lips attach themselves to the aching bud of my breast, pulling it taut. I gasp, arching my back off the bed watching him roll my nipple in his mouth. His other hand reaches to twist my other breast and I swear I’ve never felt so good in my life. My hands find his long hair and tug on it, earning a groan from him that sends vibrations through me. He switches to the other side giving it the same treatment and oh gods, this man would certainly be the death of me. His lips come off my breast with a pop as he takes in the sight of me. 

“You’re perfect,” he says, pressing a kiss between my breasts once more. 

“I want you inside me,” I groan, pressing my hips into him. 

“No I’ll hurt you,” he grits, feeling my arousal press against him as he leaves kisses on my stomach. 

“Cassian please,” I cry, tears threatening to fall from the sheer need I have for him. His eyes meet mine and I know I have him right where I want him. 

“It’s going to hurt y/n,” he tells me. 

“I don’t care,” I say, leaning up a bit to cup his face bringing his lips to mine in a quick kiss. “When I said I want all of you Cassian I meant it. You said you’d do anything for me.” 

“Fuck y/n, okay but I’m going to get you ready first,” he groans and before he can pull away I press a kiss to his forehead. 

His lips trail down my stomach once more until he gets to where I need him most. He skips over my core to leave kisses on the inside of my thighs. My body goes limp and I fall into the pillows again craning my neck to see him. A hand slides up my thigh and runs through my folds causing me to arch my back. 

“You’re so wet,” he grits out feeling the pool of arousal between my legs. 

“Cass please,” I whine, arching my hips to his mouth. 

I watch his eyes flair at the nickname and within moments his mouth is on me licking a stripe up my core that has me letting out an unnatural sound of pleasure. His tongue swirls around my entrance before licking another long stripe through my folds once more, flicking his tongue at the top. He attacks an area between my legs that has me arching off the bed and seeing stars. Surely there could be no better pleasure in the world than this. I let out a guttural moan that has Cassian smirking from where he feasts on me, his eyes lighting up in male pride. 

“Oh gods Cassian! How are you-ah!” I cry out feeling tears prick my eyes from the waves of euphoria gliding through my body, like every nerve was being caressed by his hands all at once.  

“It’s your clit y/n,” Cassian smirks. “Surely all those naughty romance books taught you about your own anatomy?”  he teases rubbing circles on the bud with his fingers. 

“No I think they- Ah! They might’ve glazed over that part.” I cry out trying to keep my  back from arching off the bed. 

“Then allow me to enlighten you,” he grinned before feasting on me once more. 

The feeling of his mouth on me had me reaching for something to grasp onto, something to ground me. Cassian must’ve noticed as seconds later I felt his rough hand grasp mine holding it tightly. His other drifted from my hip and I felt him sink a long finger into me slowly but surely. The new sensation had my heartrate picking  up even more. It skyrocketed as he started pumping it in and out of me until he added another. The knot in my stomach started to build and I could feel my body pulling closer to the edge. 

“Cassian I’m going to- OH GODS!” 

I didn’t even have time to finish the sentence before I was falling over the edge, all over him. He rode me through my orgasm before pressing a kiss to my clit. 

“You taste fucking amazing,” he says, voice deep and husky. If he had spoken to me like that in a setting where my clothes weren’t already on his bedroom floor I would’ve ripped them off just the same.

“I do?” I laugh, cocking an eyebrow at him. 

“Yeah you do,” he smiles moving up towards me. “Come here,” he says, pressing his lips to mine. 

I savor the taste of him and well, me. It’s new, and I can tell by the way his hand is ripping down his pants that he finds it just as arousing as I do. I glance down to where his aching cock springs free and it takes everything in me not to gasp at the size of it. His hand tilts my chin up to press another quick kiss to my lips. 

“Forget what I said earlier. The second you want to stop, just say the word.” he tells me. 

“No, I want this. I want you to be my first,” I assure him and I swear I feel his cock twitch against my thigh at my words. 

“Okay I’m gonna put it in, if it hurts just tell me okay princess?” he says, pressing a kiss to my brow. I nearly shudder at him calling me princess again, but this time it’s different, it doesn’t feel like a title, it feels like a loving name. 

“I will,” I nod to him. 

I watch as he guides his cock to my entrance, getting it slick with the aftermath of the orgasm he just pulled from me. I feel him sink in a bit and I start to feel the stretch. I focus my eyes on Cassain’s face. His brow is furrowed as he watches himself start to sink into me.  He pushes in further and the stretch starts to burn causing me to take in a sharp breath. 

“Shhh baby,” he coos, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You’re doing so good.”

“Keep going Cass,” I breathe out as tears prick my eyes. 

He pushes in further and somehow even the pain feels good, because it’s him. Every single inch of him is flush to me and it still isn’t enough. It takes a moment but eventually his hips are brushing up to mine and he’s fully seated inside me, and gods, the feeling of being so full is the best feeling I’ve ever known. 

CASSIAN’S POV: 

As my cock finally sinks into her it takes everything in me not to pull out and slam back in. I curse myself for even thinking such a thought knowing how badly I would hurt her. 

All the while I give her time to adjust her pussy flexes and clenches around my cock and godsshe’s so fucking tight. Sweat coats my brow and my muscles quake with the need to start moving but I won’t do it until she asks me. 

“Okay move Cass, I’m ready,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to my lips. 

Cass

Gods hearing her speak to me so informally shouldn’t make my heart beat so fast but it does.

 I pull out a little before slowly pushing back in, relishing the feeling of how warm she is around me. I look down at her to look for any signs of discomfort on her face. Her eyes are closed, mouth slightly open, and the little pants falling from those perfect lips are enough to send me into a coma. I begin to build a steady pace once I feel she can take it and as I do those little pants turn into cries and I swear I could cum right there. 

“Fuck you’re so tight,” I groan into her neck.

She lets out another moan and I can’t help but smirk knowing what my words do to her. My eyes glance at her face as I fuck into her. Her hair sprawled out all over the pillows, her eyes closed, the look of pure pleasure on her face. I press my lips to hers unable to stop myself, not when I’ve dreamt of doing so for so long. 

Fuck how many times have I dreamt of her writhing in pleasure beneath me? The feel of her delicate hands wandering my skin? My name falling from those perfect lips? I couldn’t stop the words from falling from my mouth.

“Gods I love you so much y/n,” I say pressing my forehead to hers. 

“I love you too Cassian,” she breathes and I watch as another tear falls from her face. I bring my lips down to kiss it away, and in that moment I vow that I’ll kiss her tears away till they bury me in the ground. 

Her pussy clenches around me again as I thrust into her and I can tell by the way her finger nails are digging into my shoulders that she’s close. 

“Let go for me princess,” I murmur through ragged breaths pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

“CASSIAN!” she screams cumming all over my cock. 

It’s enough to drive me over the edge with her, “Fuck y/n,” I moan as I thrust into her one last time watching her beautiful face come undone for me before I cum inside her. 

Snap. 

My eyes go wide and I’m thankful that she’s still too blissed out to notice as I feel that thread inside me that connects me to her. 

Mate.

All this time, she was my mate. The reason I fell in love with her the moment I saw her, the reason I couldn’t stay away from her. The princess was my mate. Her words from earlier continued to echo through my head…

Show me every part of you that feels unworthy of my love and let me kiss it until it knows nothing but it…

I searched her face for any sign that she felt the bond snap too, but all I saw was her beaming up at me. Gods she was so beautiful. My mate was so beautiful. 

I reached for the other end of that shining golden thread and found nothing there. 

She didn’t know.

Part 6

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[raphael-angele]

If Hades raised Nico and Bianca Part 14 (Mortal AU feat Hazel)

I remember reading that Hazel is older than Bianca and Nico

Hades: Hazel, Nico, Bianca, these are your cousins.

Bianca and Hazel: *standing beside Persephone*

Nico: *hiding behind Hades* Papa...

Persephone: This is Perseus. And that's Thalia and Jason.

Thalia: Hi

Jason: Hello

Percy: Hi! You can call me Percy!

Persephone: Why don't you three go and play with them?

---

Thalia: What do you guys wanna play?

Hazel: Hmm, I dunno.

Bianca: Hm, do you wanna play tea party with some dolls?

Thalia: Okay :)

---

Percy: So, Nico, what do you wanna play?

Nico, shy: Uhmm...I like Mythomagic but I don't have my cards with me.

Jason: Well, what do you usually play with your sister?

Nico: I like to play Hide and Seek

Jason: Okay then, we'll play that!

Percy: I'm it!

---Later---

Bianca, pouring imaginary tea: So how was your day, Princess Hazel?

Hazel: Oh, it was amazing, Princess Bianca! A prince gave me this beautiful diamond necklace and asked me to marry him! *shows fake diamond necklace*

Bianca: Well that's very interesting. I had a very interesting day myself!

Thalia, barging in with a dummy sword: BEHOLD! I AM THE EVIL VILLAIN, THUNDERSTRIKER! FEAR ME, FOR I AM HERE TO CAPTURE PRINCESS HAZEL!!

Hazel: AAAH! (Fake scream)

Bianca, pulls out a dummy sword from no where: NOT SO FAST, THUNDERSTINKER! I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL!!! BEST OF THREE!

Thalia: YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME, PRINCESS!NO ONE EVER HAS! NO ONE EVER WILL! MWAHAHAHAHA!!

Bianca: YOU WILL BOW BEFORE ME AND I WILL MAKE YOUR SOUL SUFFER FOR AS LONG AS I RULE!!!

---

Percy: Nico!

Jason: Nico!!

Percy: Nico, where are you?!

Jason: Wow, he's really good at this game.

Percy, tugging on Persephone's dress: Ms. Persephone

Persephone: Hm? Yes, what is it, children?

Jason: Ms Persephone, we can't find Nico

Hades: What? What happened?

Jason: We were playing hide and seek and after Percy found me, we couldn't find Nico!

Percy: We've been looking for forever already

Hades and Persephone: *look at each other*

Hades: Boys, he's right behind you.

Jason and Percy: *turn around*

Nico: :) Did I win?

Jason and Percy:

[dark-elf-writes]

Wait, but if Hazel was decades in the Asphodel... You cannot tell me that Eurydice didn't adopt her in twelve seconds max.

Hazel spent decades having a real mom, a good one. Who cooked to her and sang her songs, and extorted Zagreus into bringing her some pencils to draw because she was his sister and deserved it. And told her stories about everyone here and how good do her songs sound when she has Orpheus lyre to back her up. And told her how much she would have liked to have a kid like her, how that would have been her biggest blessing. And how Gaia likes to influence people lifes ("Take it from a nymph, hon. That woman loves it when someone smaller does her work for her.")

Zagreus knew her and brought her ambrosia from time to time, and pressed the contractor until they told him how many diamonds would he need to get his sister into the house from Asphodelus. (He told her she wasn't missing that much in Elysium unless she wanted to see him beat up Minos and Theseus).

He was so close, just one diamond more and he could introduce her to Dussa and Achilles and Nyx and even both of his parents had wanted him to succeed and bring her home where she belonged... Hazel's gone. A kid who looked like him but sadder got her out. And no one can find Thanatos.

I feel like it was a mix of Zagreus asking for a favor and Eurydice adopting Hazel tbh. Like Zag hears about his little sister sentenced to Asphodel rather than Elysium because she chose to take another’s guilt onto her and sacrificed her title of hero after already sacrificing her life to save countless more. But when he eventually finds her she’s so young. A child. All of thirteen and scared and alone in Asphodel. The one who remembers when no other mortal soul does.

Zagreus offers her a hand, tells her that he is her older brother, tells her that he knows a friend nearby.

Eurydice sees the usual red blur that is the prince dashing into her home and has to do a double take because in his arms is a rather dazed looking girl who keeps trying to make herself small.

Of course she offers to let Hazel stay.

They talk of curses. Of cruelties. Of love and loss. They talk of a woman who is earth as much as she is anything else. They talk and slowly Hazel starts to heal.

(“It wasn’t your fault.” They all tell her that a lot. Zagreus Eurydice. Orpheus. Even Nico when he shadow travels in and meets her for the first time years later.

It takes a long time for her to believe them, but in the Underworld there is nothing but time.)

Then one day Nico tumbles into Eurydice’s home in a tangle of shadows and too thin limbs and tells Hazel there’s a way out. That he can bring her back. That he can let her see the sun again.

Eurydice smiles and kisses them both in the forehead. “Go, children,” She whispers to them. To this little prince and princess of Hades. “You always had too much life to stay here.” It kills her to let her daughter leave but… Eurydice tried to escape once. Had helped Zagreus escape countless times. She would give Hazel the same chance.

And Zagreus understands when he finds out even if it aches to know he won’t be able to easily see his sister again.

Then the Doors are chained. Then Than goes missing. Then he stops dying.

And suddenly he can see a lot more of his siblings topside than he ever imagined.

[glammerqueen]

Percy's davorite Holiday is Christams ima say, not for the same exact eeason as Nico's, but they correspond.

Christmas

"So this is Christmas? (War is overrr)"

He loves Christmas because because he gets to sit, just sit with friends and family, his favorite people, the people he's gone through so much with. He gets to smell the familiar smell of Sally's blue cookies, Pipers perfume, Leo's oil, Annabeth's princess curls, Grovers maple smell, Hazels diamonds, Frank's archery skills, and The smell of Jasons winding winds. He's surrounded by people he loves and he gets to just sit and enjoy the moment, and thats what matters to him. He doenst care about the present's or stocking's, he caees about the smell and familiar sight of the people he love.

:3 dododododood :p @s0n-of-the-sea

[raisoramizu]

Chapter 3: Unfinished business

Charlie arrived at the room she remembered all too well—the place where she had her first, ill-fated encounter with Adam. Anxiety began to morph into fear, pressing so hard against her chest that she instinctively mimicked her father, clutching the white fabric of her shirt between her breasts.

This time, however, the room was brightly lit. The large white and gold space was already illuminated, and at the far end of the long table stood Emily and Sera. Emily's face lit up with a radiant smile the moment she saw her.

< Charlie! > The little Seraphim flapped her six wings rapidly, hovering just above the ground as she flew over to her, eagerly reaching out to grasp Charlie's hands. < It's so good to see you again! > Emily was pure joy personified, full of hope; her childlike smile was always sincere, accompanied by the expressive gleam of her large, pupil-less blue eyes. She was small in stature, with very long hair that faded from white to blue—the same colors as her wide, princess-like dress—hazel skin, and a glowing halo adorned with tiny diamonds.

Sera, on the other hand, remained still, standing at the head of the table. She was extraordinarily tall, taller than anyone Charlie had ever seen—even Adam. She shared Emily's color palette, with hazel skin lit by a few white freckles beneath her eyes, long curls, and a more mature appearance, her double halo resembling a crown adorned with celestial stones.

< I have so many wonderful things to tell you! I can't wait for you to visit us again, and this might be the right time! > Emily chirped, leading Charlie toward Sera. < ...We still don't know how it happened > the High Seraphim interrupted, her deep feminine voice and composed demeanor cutting through the excitement. < It could have just been a coincidence, > she added.

< What happened...? > Charlie asked, both intrigued and surprised, her gaze shifting between the two.

Emily squeezed her hands with vibrant energy. < Hold on tight, Charlie! Sir Pentious, your friend and guest at the Hotel... he's in Heaven! He's redeemed! >

Charlie's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening. < Whaat!? > she squealed, causing the little Seraphim to beam with even more delight. The two began jumping up and down, laughing happily and shaking their clasped hands. < But that's wonderful! Sir Pentious is safe, alive, and in Heaven! > Charlie repeated.

Sera, her expression slightly displeased, added < For now, only the angels of the tribunal know. > < Yes, we wanted you to know first... so we could spread this wonderful news together! > Emily chimed in. < When Heaven and Hell find out, there will be chaos... How will they react...? > The High Seraphim lowered her head, rubbing two fingers on her forehead with the expression of someone who had a headache.

< Oh, Sera, don't worry! This is a monumental event; we could save millions of innocent souls! > Emily said, moving closer to Sera and trying to catch her eye from below with a worried yet hopeful look, holding her hand in both of hers.

Then, as if with a delayed reaction, Charlie exploded with joy, her blonde hair flaring out as she let out a loud < YES! > that startled Lucifer, who was sitting bored in the waiting room outside the chamber.

Charlie gulped, taking a few frantic breaths to calm herself, her eyes wide. < First of all, I'll tell my father and the others, and as much as I'd like to make the news public immediately, we'll need to organize to welcome all the guests who will arrive in droves—because, damn, they will arrive in droves after news like this! I mean, redemption is possible! Can you imagine? I hoped for it, but believing in it this much? No! Do you know how many times I thought I'd go crazy, and yet here we are—redemption is possible! Sir Pentious is alive; he's in Heaven! > She spoke like a machine gun, barely pausing for breath. < Damn, I have to rewrite all the lessons! The one on trust, the one on sincerity, the one on friendship, the one on kindness, the one on altruism, the one on sacrifice, the one on... > she continued, listing them off, finger by finger.

< Don't rush, Morning Star > Sera interrupted with a sigh, bringing down the silence, only broken by Charlie's panting. < I agree that before making the news public, we need to organize and evaluate what it will entail... > She furrowed her brows with concern. < Everything will be fine, Sera > Emily reassured her, smiling warmly and gently squeezing her hand. The High Seraphim looked at her for a moment, then softened, her expression becoming gentler.

...

In the Common Room of the Hazbin Hotel, with its newly reconstructed bar tended by Husk, a tense silence filled the air. While most of the building was now far more expansive and modern, this wing clashed with an anachronistic 1930s aesthetic. It was clearly Alastor's handiwork—every piece of furniture and decoration, designed to suit the tastes of the guests and owners, felt like a retro portal that didn't even match the corridor leading to it. The room smelled of old wood; it was spacious with a glossy, creaking wooden floor and had a large sliding side door that opened to an outdoor area furnished with decorated white tables, benches, and swings. Inside, there were dark velvet couches, a dance floor, and a small, currently empty stage. Behind the long counter, in front of an elegant mirror, rows of bottles and glasses of all kinds reflected the room's red and black color scheme, echoing the card suits favored by the Cat Demon.

The chatter between Angel Dust and Vaggie echoed amid the dim greenish lights emanating from the gaudy chandeliers. Angel Dust, with his characteristic white tuft and pink-striped sweater that left his furry chest exposed, sat on a stool facing the counter, while Vaggie stood with a more anxious expression than usual, her arms crossed over her red top. She wore a black miniskirt and thigh-high stockings below.

< ...Oh, come on, what are you worried about, Vaggie? She's out with her father, right? She's not in any danger! > The high-pitched, seductive voice of the little spider, dense with a smile lit by numerous sharp teeth, echoed mockingly. He waved his first right hand in the air, while with his second left hand, he picked up his glass of brandy on the rocks from the counter.

< That's not what worries me; it's the angels. They've been out all night > she snapped back, fixing him with her one good eye—the other hidden by a patch marked with a red X beneath the tuft of her long white hair, tied up with a ribbon. She took a couple of agitated steps back and forth in the room.

At that precise moment, a cheerful Charleston tune filled the room, heightening the already excessively retro atmosphere and drawing the attention of all three—Husk included—toward the vintage radio perched on one side of the counter: Alastor.

The Deer Demon stood there in his red suit, microphone cane in hand, staring at them through his monocle with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. < Thanks, sexy deer > Angel Dust exclaimed with amusement, eyeing him mischievously from head to toe with his mismatched eyes: one with a white sclera, the other black. < Oh, don't thank me, my annoying friend; it's a pleasure not hearing you talk nonsense > the other demon responded sarcastically, his voice thick with his signature radio static effect.

Suddenly, the Hotel bell rang, its sound echoing loudly through the Hall at the reception counter, making Vaggie snap to attention. < They're back? I'll go! > She bolted down the corridor.

Alastor, still with his wide smile: < Husky, could you make me a whiskey, please..? > < ...A whiskey..? I haven't seen you drink in years. Are you in a good mood? > Husk grumbled, both annoyed and puzzled, as he started to prepare the drink.

At that question, the Radio Demon seemed to swell with a strange satisfaction; he arched his thin back more, casually inspecting the nails of one hand before waving it lazily in the air. < Oh, it could be~ > < GRAN HIJO DE PUTA!! > Vaggie's furious voice thundered from the entrance, making the three of them immediately turn toward the corridor. Angel Dust jumped off the stool and dashed in the direction of the commotion.

The spider quickly covered the distance and reached the Hall just in time to see what was happening. < !!! > Adam! Was it Adam? It looked like him. What the hell was Adam doing at the door? But no, it couldn't be him—just a Sinner who looked too much like him. Damn, he was identical! The only difference was the lack of a halo and his eyes, which were two different shades of red accentuated by poorly applied black eyeliner. But the rest... how could anyone forget? He was still enormous and imposing, wearing a large, studded turtleneck sweater that closely resembled his battle tunic, but now the predominant color was black, and the "A" printed on his chest was blue. The sweater was longer in the back, while the front left his dark, ripped jeans and boots—also studded with metal—perfectly visible.

The First Man stood still in the doorway, both hands raised to show his palms in a gesture of surrender to Vaggie, who, in a tense attack stance, pointed the spear of her angelic lance at his neck. < Oh shit, Vaggie... but—is it him? > Angel Dust stuttered, frozen at the entrance to the room, his four hands hovering randomly in the air. Husk peeked out from behind him. < Of course it's him; I'd recognize this pedazo de mierda in any form! > the angel growled, her shoe planted firmly against the floor, tense like a bowstring ready to snap. < Oh, is that how you greet your Commander, Vagina? > Adam mocked her, puffing his cheeks. < You certainly haven't lost your bitch face... look at that face! > He pointed a dark finger directly at her blazing eye.

In response, Vaggie snapped her lance with both hands, coming dangerously close to grazing Adam's neck, making him stiffen and step back with a growl. His teeth gritted sharply, and his sclera darkened to black. < Are you planning to kill me without even knowing why I'm here...? > < You should be dead for good; Niffty stabbed you in the heart with an angelic weapon! You're a damn curse! > Adam curled his lips, snorting in annoyance. < I want to talk to Lu— >

But he didn't finish: a sizzling radio static rose in intensity until it nearly burst everyone's eardrums, forcing them to bend over in pain and cover their ears. Alastor's unsettling, grinning face appeared in the shadows of the corridor behind Husk just before a powerful explosion of acid green smoke blasted them all in different directions. The blast primarily hit Adam, sending him flying several meters out of the Hotel until he crashed on his back onto the ground, sliding even further into the square in front of the building.

< Ugh! What the fuck... > The First Man barely had time to push himself up on his forearms to lift his aching shoulders when he saw Alastor looming over him.

Adam's eyes widened at the sight: Alastor was titanic as he crawled out of the Hotel on all fours, then straightened up so that, even hunched over, he reached halfway up the building's height. The Deer Demon was so massive that Adam was completely engulfed in his shadow, which stretched out beneath him and shrouded every single stone of the square in deep black. From Alastor's shoulders emerged six enormous pitch-black tentacles that twisted through the air, even stretching past the precipice of the hill where the Hotel stood. From his head, his antlers—elongated and branching out—extended beyond his animal ears.

< YOU HAD THE NERVE TO COME BACK HERE! > Alastor growled, his voice deeply distorted as if several voices were speaking in unison. His jaws were wide open and drooling, revealing his red tongue. His eyes were completely blackened, with two ticking radio dials instead of pupils.

He began to laugh wildly, monstrously. < AHAHAHAHA—NOW I WILL FINALLY END YOUR SHITTY LIFE! >

< The damn jazz demon! > With a swift move, Adam managed to dodge an enormous tentacle that fell with a powerful whip, striking the square with a myriad of debris. Generating loud black, membranous wings, the First Man crawled on all fours for a few meters before leaping quickly into flight toward the city. But another tentacle seized him violently around his abdomen, squeezing him. < Oufh! > and slamming him again a few meters into the ground amidst the dust and under the terrified eyes of Angel Dust, Vaggie, Husk, and Niffty, who had meanwhile joined them, clinging to the Half-Cat's ears.< UUHH, the bad boy is back! Mhuawuhuhuehehue > No, she wasn't terrified at all.

...

< ...seems like everything is going fine, right? > Valentino's seductive—and curious—voice broke the silence that had fallen in the lounge, where, with Vox and Velvette, they were watching the scene projected on a television through the external cameras positioned in front of the Hotel, drawing their incredulous gaze toward him.

...

Adam climbed back up, gripping the edge of the hole, emerging completely disheveled with his hair whitened by debris and his face scratched in several spots. He coughed a couple of times. < Damn piece of shit, rest assured I'll finish the job now! > ... < I'll shove those tentacles up your ass! > Finding himself on all fours in the square, once again, he just managed to open his hand and generate his guitar-like battle axe from a beam of light before one of the Radio Demon's tentacles grabbed him again, but this time winding around his neck, choking off his breath in his throat.

Adam puffed his cheeks, spitting out a spray of blood, his eyes widening as he found himself hanging, suspended dozens of meters from the ground; he kicked his legs, flapped his black wings, scratching at the tentacle strangling him with his claws. < AHAHAHAHAH > Alastor continued to laugh, deranged and excited. < WELCOME TO THIS NEW RADIO BROADCAST! > Clenching his jaws and furrowing his brow, the First Man tightened his grip around the guitar's shaft, pulling it back. < Grr, I already told you, you fucking asshole: radio is DEAD! > Swinging it upward, he created a true black laser that, from below, rose to sever the tentacle that held him, passing dangerously close to Alastor's face, cutting off a lock of his red hair, and causing the windows of Lucifer's apple-shaped room to vibrate before dispersing into the sky.

< ALASTOR! > The moment Adam touched the ground again, cushioned by his wings that disappeared immediately after, Charlie's alarmed voice echoed in the square, halting the battle and magnetizing every gaze on her, including the giant skull of the Radio Demon, which, however, showed no sign of diminishing its size.

With a hurried step and dropping a multitude of packages of all sizes on the ground, she went right under the Half-Deer, keeping her chin raised and her eyes wide open. < Stop it, what's going on! We just rebuilt it! > Desperate, she covered her face with both hands. < ... > It was at the exact moment that Alastor focused on the small—especially from his current size—figure of Lucifer appearing behind Charlie's shoulders that he seemed to calm down and desist from all his belligerent intent, beginning to shrink until he returned to normal size, panting and drooling; he wiped his chin with the back of his hand, casting a sharp glare in the direction of the other Sinner, who was standing still, panting, with the base of the guitar resting on the ground and a hand clutching his neck.

< You got lucky this time too, cringe voice > Adam mocked him, equally panting and wounded, completely whitened by debris and the blows he'd taken, so much so that he was even bleeding from his mouth. Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk—with Niffty on his shoulders—joined the other three, forming a little group to confront the figure of the First Man. < Charlie... why did it take you so long? > asked the former exorcist, wrapping his hands around his companion's. < ...I stopped with my father to buy some gifts... > The Princess replied, a bit confused, turning to the packages and parcels she had left scattered on the ground. < Oh... > she exclaimed, disappointed, her eyebrows arching. < Don't worry! > ... < Let's go pick them up, move! > Vaggie imperatively called to the other three with a broad wave of her arm before heading off with them to retrieve the items.

< ...so, who do we have here? > Lucifer suddenly chuckled, arching his eyebrows with amused surprise and pointing with the apple of his cane at the disheveled figure of Adam. < The order for you to leave applies as much as it did when you were an angel—oh... > He arched his lips downward in an exaggeratedly sad expression, gradually mounting the other's anger as he stared at him with gritted jaws. < ...you couldn't hear me at that moment, that's true. How forgetful of me! > He tapped himself on the forehead before proudly leaning on his cane planted on the ground. < Are you done mocking me?! > Adam exploded loudly, pointing at him and taking a sharp step in his direction. < YOU mocking ME! > He added, wildly agitated, his hair curled in fits, so much so that, at that moment, it was really hard to take him seriously. < But look at you, you're just— > < Just what?! > the Seraphim pressed, leaning in his direction with a tight smile—more a baring of fangs than a grin—and not followed by his irritated glare. He planted his hands more forcefully on the apple of his cane. < Why don't you finish the sentence?! >

< ENOUGH! > Charlie shouted, bursting momentarily into flames that bared her horns and turned her sclerae red, prompting both of them to turn, startled, in her direction. The girl was panting. < Enough... > She repeated, swallowing hard twice and casting a sharp glance at Alastor, who... was no longer there. She sighed and turned toward her father. < We just returned from such a beautiful situation, and we have to ruin it like this...? >

Lucifer felt a pang of guilt, his shoulders hunching up.

< You > Charlie then addressed Adam, making him startle with resentment. < ...you're a Sinner. Why are you here? Do you want revenge, or do you want to become a guest at the Hotel? >

< ... > Suppressing a surge of anger, the other made his guitar-shaped axe disappear. < I want... to talk to Lucifer. > He darted his red eyes toward the angel, who was still gazing, concerned, at the spot where Alastor had previously been.

< ...?! > Feeling called out, Lucifer jumped back in surprise, looking almost dumbfounded. < With me? > he asked foolishly, before furrowing his brow again and baring his teeth in a snarl. < And what makes you think I want to talk to— >

< Enough, Dad!! > Charlie shouted sharply again, cutting off the Seraphim with another startled jump of guilt.

< Sorry, Charlie, I... > he muttered, lowering his gaze. < It's fine > the Princess sighed, spreading her arms to call for calm, before stretching her lips into a smile directed at an incredulous Adam. She approached him, looking up at him from her shorter stature compared to his imposing figure. < I'll take you to one of the rooms; you can settle in while we all calm down, and then you can tell us why you're here, and maybe you can... > She paused, once again searching for Lucifer's eyes, who took her words like another burden on his head. She then continued, gently wrapping the former angel's arm with her own. < ...talk to my father. >

< W-w-what...? > Lucifer stammered, nervously fluttering his lower eyelids over his eyes, his mouth deeply curved downward.

Adam allowed himself to be dragged, dazed and bewildered, towards the entrance of the Hotel by the Princess, followed by disapproving comments from the others who joined them, carrying various packages.

...

While a heated discussion brewed in the common room of the Hotel between Angel Dust, Charlie, and Vaggie regarding Adam's stay, Adam himself had settled into his room.

It was a simple setup: a single room with a double bed, a small terrace door at the back, and a compact bathroom equipped with a shower. There weren't any knick-knacks, but the design of the walls, paintings, and bedcovers featured a motif of card suits and eerie eyes, all in the typical crimson hues that defined this place.

Adam rose from the edge of the bed where he had been sitting, letting out a deep sigh. His hair was still damp from the shower, and a few scratches adorned his face and the backs of his hands. His sweater was frayed in places, but overall, he looked more presentable than he had a while ago.

What he couldn't shake off, even if he tried, was the sense of fear and anxiety that gripped his chest since his arrival in Hell. It felt like everything could go wrong at any moment, like he'd never get the chance to meet Lute again. Damn, he could use another hit of that drug he'd taken the night before; at least it had pushed him past his emotional paralysis, making him overly enthusiastic rather than stuck. What a damn softie he'd become.

He paced around the room aimlessly for a bit, trying to summon the courage he needed. Finally, he headed toward Lucifer's room.

It had to be the apple-shaped room in the West Wing of the Hotel. While he was at it, he discreetly planted a couple of micro cameras for the Vees, ensuring he wasn't seen or followed. Everyone was downstairs, laughing and joking among themselves. Maybe the angel would be there too, and he'd find no one in the room, but when he reached the door, he found himself staring at it.

The entire wing was reserved for that room, which already showed its semicircular shape from the hallway. The door was white and gold, with two leaves, adorned with a variety of stickers, most of them depicting ducks dressed in various outfits.

< ... > What the hell was he going to say? Should he knock? And what if he got attacked the moment he stepped inside? He could hardly hold his own against Lucifer. Millennia without seeing him, and here he was, running into him twice in three days. Had it been three days or more since his death? If Lucifer didn't want to help him, Adam would blackmail him with everything he knew about him and Lilith. Lilith... that was what was really making him anxious: that damn bitch.

Adam's breathing quickened, his heartbeat pounding in his chest. Was it getting hotter, or was it just his imagination? When had he become so paranoid and insecure? Ever since that woman had gotten involved, that's when.

Without realizing it, he found both his hands in his hair.

"< How much longer do you plan to stand outside the door? >" Lucifer's voice came from inside the room, making Adam flinch.

The lock clicked, and the door opened by itself a few centimeters, spilling the reddish light from the hallway inside. Adam placed his dark right hand on one of the leaves and stepped forward, entering.

When the door closed behind him, the First Man found himself in a suite—a massive, two-room unit with semi-circular walls that mirrored the apple's design visible from the outside. In the entrance area was a small living room with a sofa, a couple of armchairs, a low, white apple-shaped table, and numerous shelves filled with books, but more importantly, overflowing with rubber ducks of all kinds. They were piled everywhere, even obstructing the passage. Boxes spilled over with more ducks, some hidden under the table, others scattered so randomly that one had to be careful not to step on them, and still more were carefully placed on the shelves.

The reddish glow from the infernal sky barely filtered through the white curtains that covered the windows along the outer wall, but there was no immediate sign of Lucifer.

Adam glanced around, bewildered, unsure what to make of the room. He raised his red eyes to the ceiling, then back to the closed bathroom door before moving towards the open doorway leading to the bedroom, where he could already see the foot of the bed.

Three steps and—"SQEEEECK!"

< Fuck! > He stepped on a duck and immediately kicked it away. < What the hell is this...? > He growled. < Lucifer! > he called angrily, quickening his pace until he stumbled into the bedroom, which also had a predominantly white color with red accents and, of course, was also overflowing with ducks.

On the opposite wall from the bed was a makeshift desk turned into a workstation with pencils, rulers, and bizarre tools—including a saw and a drill—hanging on the wall. The bed was a canopy style with drapes gathered around its four white posts, and the golden headboard was designed to intertwine, forming the image of a snake.

< Catch! >

Lucifer's voice warned him just in time, and Adam caught a chubby rubber duck with golden bird wings, a goat mask, and a luminous halo—it was a parody of Adam himself.

Adam furrowed his brows in annoyance. < Really...? > ... < You've reduced yourself to this? Pff > he puffed his cheeks, bursting into a mocking laugh as he turned around to search for Lucifer. Nothing. < And you, you come to judge me. I never understood what Lilith saw in a failure like you > he snarled, baring his sharp teeth before his expression shifted to a malicious smile that radiated arrogance. < ...but now I perfectly understand why she preferred to spend the last seven years in Heaven... with me. >

At those last words, a surge of heat and fire erupted behind Adam, making him jump forward. He turned sharply, both terrified and enraged, his eyes flaring black as he instinctively extended dark horns from his forehead: there stood Lucifer.

He was standing straight-backed, his dark hands—his left adorned with a wedding band—resting on the apple-shaped knob of his cane planted on the ground. He wore neither his jacket nor his hat, his blond hair slicked back except for a few rebellious tufts. His face was round, youthful, and beautiful, with large golden-sclera eyes and red irises, cheeks flushed like a little clown. He was half Adam's height, dressed in his striped vest but lacking a bow tie. His hooves were bare, black with white nails.

< I remind you that you are now a Sinner... > Lucifer's melodious voice cut through the silence as his gaze lifted under his purple upper eyelids, meeting Adam's astonished expression. < ... IN MY HOUSE! > he flared up again, horns curving out, while his serpentine halo and the apple at its center blazed with fire.

Adam felt his legs buckle as if an invisible force were pulling him down, and he collapsed onto the floor, dropping the rubber duck. Supporting himself with both hands, he suddenly found himself looking up at Lucifer, his own eyes bloodshot and his irises turned golden.

With a few swishes of his tail, Lucifer calmed himself again, his shoulders shuddering as he reverted to his seemingly harmless human form.

< What do you want...? > he asked with a pleasant smile.

...

[f0xgl0v3]

Various Pjo Character hc: games and Pets apparently

In honor of my snake shedding and scaring my socks off while he does so because for a solid moment I got to stare into the black void of my room and consider that a entity would chose to announce its presence by crinkling a like chip back before I realized and screamed, “it’s you” at him and grinding all day in royal high because the Dev team is setting it on fire but I still want to be a pretty princess in the game.

It is only day two of midwinter break please my marbles have already scattered,

Octavian; if he had access to the game. Would’ve played royal high. He strikes me as a dress up type of guy. Does profit trading but refuses to diamond farm. Also doesn’t like switching over to different rh like games. Again, like exclusively uses it for the dress up aspect, thinks everything looks really pretty. He has all of the stuffed animal items/stuffed animal like ones. Gets oddly heated about the game too. Like, would argue with someone about a value of an item and then leave to server hop. Yeah he’s that one I’m sorry guys. Also his dorm is so bare bones, refuses to spend a lot of diamonds on it until he can do it all at once. But Octavian likes a lot of games where he has total control of his character and everything about it. Really liked Animal Crossing, also feels like he uses the sims purely for character customization; has a bunch of mods and then just never uses them. Has all of his friends/probably the cohort as sims too. Doesn’t like rpg-rpg games that have like fighting mechanics, just feels like the sort of guy to not like video game fighting.

Octavian also had a rabbit. His family had a lot of animals (because he had a lot of family-) and he got to be the rabbit kid. His was the like toasty colored ones with the big lop ears. Sadly it was given away when he joined the legion. But he feels like a rabbit guy, it comforted him a lot.

Jason: you know the wolves life games? For a few certain amount of you I have just unlocked horrifying memories that your brain has tried to hide of emo wolves and if not then you don’t want to know. But I feel like he’d play them, they’d be the first ones once he gets on, along with like obbies. I just feel like he’s the type of guy to like a good obby. But also warrior cats ultimate edition. The first thing my man does when he enters the mortal world is get sucked into warrior cats because I feel like he’s that type of person. Also clangen. He feels like a clangen sort of guy, along with that Mario games. I also feel like he’s in a similar Octavian boat where he doesn’t like games with big fighting mechanics, just doesn’t find it that interesting or something he’s looking for in a game. He is however an open world type of guy, likes exploring.

I want to say he’s a dog guy and would’ve had a dog. But at the same time Jason feels like he’s deeply benefit from getting a cat. Cat’s are just soothing on the soul, also he just feels like the type of person to have a cat on his lap or laying on his chest. Silly little white cat for Jason Grace, or the scraggliest stray cat that was bestowed upon him by the distribution system.

Hazel: any of the like fighting games? Don’t particularly think she likes Roblox much, but if she is playing it’s either one of the games where everyone hates each other and you get to beat each other up or bee swarm simulator. Hazel either is having a de-stress day and it is through being stressed and upset at strangers in the beat ‘em up games, or by tending to her bees and being upset at other people and npcs in bee swarm simulator. Really likes other competitive games too? I don’t know she just strikes me as that type of gal to get waaay too invested in something like a Mario party. Also turn based rpg games, something’s ticks me as someone who’d like that.

Obviously she has Arion but Hazel also feels like she’d vibe with a dog, maybe a cat but I just see more dog with her. A silly little lab for the silly little lady.

Frank: does not play. I genuinely can’t think of Roblox games that are tame enough for him. Actually scratch that tycoon games. The super chill ones where no one interacts with each other and you just exist and build out your little space. He likes those. Enjoys seeing the progress he’s making in something. He’s also an animal crossing player, along with the casual tycoon games. However I’d also say he plays like CoD, just casually and he’s extremely average at it but I feel like he just, does that.

Frank feels like he’d have a really like barely a pet-pet. Like either a fish dude or he has isopods. Just strikes me as someone who can’t deal with a very like aaaaa pet. Or a ragdoll cat. Those are the options I present to you dear reader. Or an axolotl, he’d be an axolotl man.

Larry: Larry plays natural disaster survival. Larry is a menace to society. Also bloxburg, makes pretty okay builds but on a slightly different note feels like a Sims guy to me. I dunno, him and Annabeth get to be in the same boat. Also those really bad mobile games.

Larry gets a pet turtle or a bird. He also just feels like a bird guy, already joked about being a pirate I think he likes giving Camp’s eagles look overs and is happy when it’s his turn to look after them. Also just feels like a man who’d have like 50 pigeons.

Dakota!!!: I almost forgot my man. But Dakota. Dakota plays horror games, he can’t handle them but he still plays it. He is so loud when he plays too. Doors, fnaf, poppy playtime, the list goes on. I think he also sits there and is like, “oh I’m super good at them and like super brave” and it jumps cuts to him screaming because a monster is right behind him. He’s still super brave and great in battle, but he gets so jumpy once you put him in a dark area and instill paranoia. Also can’t play mafia because he screams a little too much.

Dakota is a hamster type of dude. He had a couple growing up and probably would’ve had another one if uh. Events didn’t happen (it’s literally so unfair what happened to him like aaa-). I feel like he had the really small ones.

Okay uh, that’s about it for the random headcanons I’ve spewed. These are 100% my opinions and probably don’t weigh on anything. Thank the Gods I managed to keep Bryce out of it (but if you ask me he is the opposite of Frank, plays CoD and is so annoying about it and very invested-). Anyway I’ll try and actually do something! Possibly New Rome things? Or more Camp Jupiter map, I want to finally put that one to rest. Or Dakota hc finally. We’ll see what happens.

[yonemurishiroku]

Immortality and godhood.

I stand by what I said.

Percy turned hero when he reached 16. Thalia never reached 16. Bianca never reached 16. Jason died when he was 16.

Now, the million question would be: what will Nico’s 16 and Hazel’s 16 bring (assuming Nico’s not 16 yet because his age is like buzzfeed mystery at this point)?

[babitim-royal-au]

Welcome to.....

BaBtqftim/BaBitim

Royal AU

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Extra @its-in-the-experiment-babitim

@ask-cal-and-pink-babitim

Warnings!

13+ (mainly because of blood, swearing, suicide, depression, and torment, the suffering and personality of the characters)

ALSO! LEAVE CUPHEAD THE FUCK ALONE WITH THE 'LOVE' SHIT. I WILL DELETE ANY ASKS WITH SUCH CONTENT FROM NOW ON.

Nor will I be taking extremely long question asks. I do not have the patience or motivation to answer all of them.

Blood, violence, self harm, and other bad things like that. This blog is not necessarily for VERY young audiences. Though, I do intend on making something nice every once in a while.

Now, there will absolutely NO INNAPORIATE drawings. I don't draw that kind of stuff. Absolutely disgusting. Maybe mentions, but never art.

This is no ordinary Royal AU

Hi! I'm Alice. Silly little creator here to say that.. when you think Royal AU, you think oh! Prince's and Princesses, Kings, Queens, but not this one. Yes, there's a King, Prince(s), and Princess(es), but they're royalty based off of their magic. There is A LOT of suffering.

Terms needed to know:

Inktied - A person in connection to the Ink Machine, able to draw power from it.

Crystal- Magical crystal in the shape of a diamond, heart, spade, and club. Holds all the magic in all universes

Dishgod- A dish, but a god.

GENT- A corporation located in Toon Town, owned by Oswald, Alan, and Kagami (Cuphead). They test Pure Ink from the Ink Machine on people.

Pure Ink- Ink straight from the Ink Machine without any modifications

Ink Machine- A magical machine that cures Ink illness but holds much more to it, it is dangerous and can manipulate your mind

Ink Illness- A sickness that makes you puke up ink and melt, over the course of a few days to a year you will eventually melt and die if you aren't treated.

Rune- Symbols used to create, destroy, and summon

(Royal status) of Alternative Universes- Someone able to control, manipulate, rule, monitor, and maintain Alternative Universes, the higher the Royal status, the more power you have

!More to be added!

Symbols of the Gods (in MY terms, not accurate):

Mugman; Spades- Death, Illness, intelligence

Cuphead; Diamonds- Wealth, Family, Greed

The Inkwell Children; Hearts- Love, Passion, Care

Chalice; Clubs- Peace, Power, Order

References and Baced on:

The Inky Mystery:

@theinkymystery

Babtqftim:

@thebbros (I DO NOT SUPPORT ROUGE)

Characters:

Felix, Bendy, Boris, Mr. Cuphead, Magenta, Hazel, Mocha, Mugman, Sarah Song Bird, Oswald, Mickey, Cala, Holly May, Alice Angel, Alison, and Chalice.

mini stories

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[divinemare]

Legend of a Mortal Love

┊ ➶ rhys x oc

┊ ➶ part four

part three

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"I can't believe you're doing this," Tara grunted again, rubbing the dirt off her hands so hard they turned red.

"I already explained, I had no choice but to say yes," Ariadne sighed, tired of the fight they'd been in for ten minutes now.

"Yes, but you're getting too much into something dangerous, something very dangerous!" The redhead sent a splash of water flying towards Ariadne’s face as she hit the puddle of water with her hands.

"What do you want me to do, tell the princess no?" Ariadne was getting extremely tired of her friends' attitude, and considering they hadn't made enough work to eat today, she was in neither the mood nor the physical condition to argue anymore.

"Ari, I just want to take care of you. You know damn well for who this is going to end bad, and let me tell you, it's certainly not going to be for them. You'll end up hurt, or worse, dead."

Ariadne rose from the floor with a grunt and an exasperated roll of her eyes.

"When I need you to tell me what's good for me or not, I'll tell you. Don't think me so stupid, Tara," and with that she left to lie down in her sleeping space, rolling over so she wouldn't see Tara when she came to lie next to her.

The place on her wrists where her chains had been a few minutes ago felt sore from wounds accumulated over the years that had never had a chance to heal. Ariadne had grown so accustomed to them that the few moments when she did not have them on her felt weird. Of course, their absence was replaced by those on her ankles, which would make it impossible for her to run. Not that any human could outrun a High Fae, with or without chains.

Ariadne had trouble sleeping that night, with the whole conversation with Tara replaying in her mind. Yes, she was well aware of the mistakes she was making, and the fact that there was only one possible outcome to her situation, and it was certainly not a pretty one.

It was one that would end her when Rhysand and the other High Fae’s got tired of her, when she stopped being interesting and started to become a liability. They weren't bad people, maybe, but still, there was no possible way Ariadne was going to get out of this alive.

And, being honest, would that be so bad?

༺ ♡ ༻

"And remember, if you get dizzy or anything, let me know, okay?

Too late for that, Ariadne had begun to grow dizzy as she stepped out into the open night and into the Lady of Night's view.

She nodded to Rhiannon, not daring to look up and see the female’s hazel eyes digging into her soul.

Rhiannon's mother's voice had sounded so sweet when she greeted her children, but Ariadne only needed to glance up and see her great bat wings, the black diamond tiara on her head and the shimmering black dress, to be instantly intimidated and lower her head again.

Then Rhysand had arrived, and from being dizzy, Ariadne had stopped breathing altogether and felt as if she would sooner faint than reach Velaris. His piercing, relentless purple gaze on her did nothing to calm her nerves, but only increased them with each passing heartbeat.

So, yes, she didn't feel dizzy, but rather physically ill.

Rhiannon held out her hand and Ariadne was not quick enough to grasp the situation.

One second, she was outside the Moonstone Palace, and the next, the world began to change so rapidly around her that it became impossible to find her ground. The chains weighed so heavily on her wrists that it seemed as if she was going to sink into this endless spinning of the world around her.

Just when she was beginning to beg the Mother to end it, it finally did. Everything stopped, the moon light and the wind hit her face so hard she had to gasp for breath.

She fell backwards, stumbling against the chains and the sickness that hit her so hard she didn't have time to take in the city in front of her.

A pair of arms caught her before she fell to the floor and embarrassed herself any further. At first, because the world was still spinning around her, she thought it had been Rhiannon, but then, as the arms felt muscular and much bigger against her, she realised that they couldn't possibly belong to the female.

Ariadne opened her blurry eyes and was instantly greeted by the black sky and the thousands of bright stars, and then by a purple gaze unlike the one she was used to in the palace kitchens. No, those were like a living night sky, full of secrets, but more beautiful than anything else.

"Are you all right?" Rhysand smiled sideways as cheekily as he could.

"Perfectly...", but her lies were stopped instantly by the gagging sound that came from her mouth.

Ariadne put a hand to her mouth with embarrassment written all over her face, as Rhysand smiled so simply again and laughed so lightly that the sound vibrated through her body.

"Always lying to me, aren't you?" His deep, cheeky voice sent shivers down her spine.

"I'm not lying, I've been through a lot worst than nausea."

Ariadne released herself from his grip and swallowed her nausea. The confident expression on Rhysand's face changed to a strange frown. But Ariadne paid him no mind as she returned to Rhiannon's side.

"You can look up now. My mother has gone to see my father."

She took a moment to consider it, still not feeling entirely well from the whole winnowing thing, nauseous enough to threaten to make a gruesome scene for Rhysand to once again discover her façade.

So she waited a couple of seconds before slowly raising her head from the perfectly cut grass. The scene before her took her breath away, and the nausea.

Ariadne had always loved the stars, they were the only escape she had in the Court of Nightmares, and she had always thought them beautiful, but this, this made her lungs ache for breath. It was absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful. The mountains that seemed to touch the sky, the river that reflected the stunning night. The small town, full of light and life, and the stars, oh, the beautiful stars.

"Welcome to Velaris, Ariadne," Rhiannon murmured behind her, a pleasant smile on her lips at the look of astonishment and ease on the human's face.

Ariadne's heart was beating so fast in her chest that she had to put a hand on it to make sure it wasn't going to burst out. All the dreams she had ever had could not compare to what her eyes were seeing at that moment, none could come close to the beauty of it all, and for the first time in a long, long time, a genuine, carefree smile joined the glow above and below.

༺ ♡ ༻

Velaris was beautiful. Full of live and color and music. Rhiannon had taken her to a tour around the city, but her ultimate favorite place had been the Rainbow. The music and colors in that side of the city had been absolutely breathtaking. They had stayed there for hours, and when her feet became sore and painful, Rhiannon, noticing her tiredness, called it a night.

“We’re staying in the Town House with Rhys and his friends, and Mor as well of course. My parents are staying at the House of Wind. So you won’t have to worry, ok?”

Some mighty words said to someone who was always worrying. But Ariadne nodded nonetheless to appease Rhiannon.

“Great, so, considering we’re far away from it, and I can already tell you’re tired, we have two options. Number one, we winnow, but seeing as you didn’t took it pretty well last time, I don’t know if that’s a great idea.”

Yeah, definitely not a great idea. Just to think that they would have to winnow again to get back to the Court made her stomach twist.

“And number two?”

“Number two…we fly,” Rhiannon said in a cheerful tone, flexing her bat-like wings.

Ariadne sighed, none of those options seemed like a formidable one. Just to think about being several feet away from the ground with little support whatsoever…but on the other side, to feel again like she did winnowing…

“I guess I’ll have to take my chances with flying.”

While Rhiannon beamed happily, Ariadne frowned in an attempt of a smile, but the fear in her face was way too evident to try to hide it.

Rhiannon grabbed her by the waist, telling her to wrap her legs around her, and then shot to the sky with a powerful thud, Ariadne had to suppress a scream, and instead gasped when the air hit her hard in the face.

“Wow you’re strong,” she breathed at the ease with which Rhiannon held her.

“You’re really light,” the female laughed.

Ariadne tried not to grimace. Light was one of the only two weights among slaves: you were either light and skinny for malnutrition, or built like a tree for the hard-weight work some had to do.

The fear of flying started to lower little by little, and then it actually felt nice; the wind in her face, the city above. Then they landed, and that appreciation of the moment ended when Ariadne felt a horrible dizziness hit her and an insane amount of nausea on her throat.

Nor winnowing nor flying, she would rather stick to walking the next time.

Rhiannon guided them towards a beautiful wood and marble house. Inside, a hustle of noises rang as soon as the dark-haired female opened the door.

“Oh, there she is!” Ariadne kept her distance as a big, hulking male stepped from the antechamber and into the foyer with a smile and big, muscular arms opened.

He picked the Princess up off her feet and swirl her around. Rhiannon laughed harmoniously and much more carefree than Ariadne had ever heard her. This one must be Cassian, if Ariadne could remember for Rhiannon’s stories.

“Cass! Put me down!” Rhiannon laughed, and then, behind the male, came another one.

Less muscular and not so tall as the other one, his face was perfectly crafted, a very, very handsome male, Ariadne had to say. But there was something about him that made the hairs in her body stand to end, maybe the shadows that seemed to move whenever he did. Or the fact that that same perfection crafted in his perfect face seemed to be hiding death itself. Yeah, definitely the shadows, she had faced death too many times to be scared of it.

“Az!” Rhiannon beamed with happiness when she saw the male.

Oh, so this one was Azriel. Ariadne tried hard not to smile as she saw the male give Rhiannon such a sweet look and smile while he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly. The look in his face not reveling as much sentiment as his hazel eyes, but enough that Ariadne read the feelings of appreciation in them.

“You came!” She had been so focused on Azriel and Rhiannon she had not noticed the presence of someone else beside her.

Ariadne jumped in surprise at the sudden voice, and when she turned, she saw the impossibly beautiful face of Morrigan smiling at her.

“Oh, uhm-”

“Rhi, who’s our new guest?” The big male came closer when he finally noticed her, and Ariadne began to feel a little nervous with all the looks that were on her and the Fae surrounding her. “Hello, beautiful lady, my name is Cassian, and you are?”

“Ariadne. And stop, Cass, you’re scaring her,” a voice she knew all too well sounded from the stairs.

Her hair stood on end and her throat dried when Rhysand’s figure came closer to them, his hands on his pockets, as pristine as he ever was.

“I’m not scaring her you idiot, I’m just getting to know her,” Cassian turned around to face Rhys with an indignant stare, but then turned to look back at her. “I’m not scaring you, am I?” When Ariadne shook her head slightly, Cassian raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms at Rhysand as if to say ‘told you so’.

A hilarious scene, to see such a big male doing such a childish thing.

“How’s your leg?” Morrigan asked, making Ariadne look at her again.

“Uhm, better, thank you.”

“What happened to your leg?” Cassian asked, and Ariadne cringed.

“See? Now you’ve made her uncomfortable,” Rhys said, and Cassian and him started arguing about wether or not Cassian was making her uncomfortable.

“Oh, dear Mother,” Morrigan laughed, and unexpectedly grabbed Ariadne’s hand. “Come, I’ll show you-”

The blonde stoped her words when she felt the cold of the metal around her wrists. Ariadne immediately left Morrigan’s eyes.

“I couldn’t take them off, I didn’t know how to,” Rhiannon said next to Azriel.

Suddenly the whole room fell silent, not even Cassian’s and Rhysand’s fight could be heard. And again, Ariadne felt all those stares on her, and she just wanted to curl up and disappear, it was as if all her obvious weaknesses where being pinpointed in a room full of extraordinarily perfect beings.

“I’ll help you with that,” Morrigan smiled sweetly, and took her hand again.

Ariadne wasn’t really sure of what was going on, or if she should trust all this Fae, most probably not, really, but she accepted Morrigan’s help nonetheless, it wasn’t as if she had any option anyway. She would have to trust they still hadn’t got tired of her mortality, and just as she was going up the staircase following the blonde female, she turned her head discreetly, finding that Rhysand’s violet night-sky eyes were following her every move. He gave her one of his side smirks, and Ariadne instantly got an answer to her own question, one she wasn’t entirely sure if she was grateful for, or even more concerned.

[shojislady]

2. SO SCANDALOUS

"-ess.. princess. wake up, we need to get ready. kacchans making pancakes right now."

grumbling, she turns over to look at her clock. it's 10:15am, izuku let her sleep in a bit. today, the class was going out to the mall then the arcade to have class bonding time. with everything that's gone on, from the USJ incident and the tension from the sports festival, to the fight with stain (where endeavor unfairly took credit, causing the girl to have a "slight" hatred for him), and even the final exams, having to go against All Might with Bakugo and Midoriya, it was just a lot to handle. they're just kids, and kids need breaks.

walking into the bathroom, the girl began her daily morning routine.

"damn.. i look ROUGH..!" she said as she looked in the mirror. her bonnet looked as if it was trying to run away, her tank top was all twisted up, right boob was up in russia while the left one stayed home in america. she had eye boogers all around and her angel bite piercings were no where to be found.

she slept good.

"you know what... let me just wash my face right now and i'll do everything else after i eat."

her face care routine consists of ; black african soap, witch hazel, hydration drops, and a bit of coco butter.

finishing up and putting away her stray boobs, she found one of bakugos stolen hoodies and made her way downstairs.

(i would just like to add that she sleeps in boxers so yk that ass lookin fat 😋)

"good morning guys!" she greeted everyone, with a slight smile and wave. almost everyone was up, with the exception of a few people.

"hii y/n!"

"mornin bestie!!"

"Good Morning, Y/n! Glad to see you awake!"

and so on and so forth

"mornin angel.. im making your pancakes right now, but there's bacon on the tiny burner and i made u a tiny omelette. those burner thingies really come in handy, you know?"

"its a heating tray, katsu. and yes, that's why i bought them." she bought them for holidays like christmas and american thanksgiving, but since there's 21 kids living in one dorm, it's used more than expected.

"is that my fucking hood?? i've been looking for that for weeks!" bakugo exclaimed, turning around to give the girl a plate so that she could fix her food. "when the hell did you even- whatever.. as long as i get it back."

(Spoiler Alert, he doesn't)

"erm.. anyways..! so guys, what time are we supposed to be leaving??" asked y/n, going to take a seat next to shoji.

"Well, we're trying to leave for the mall around 12:45 since it isn't far, then leave the mall no later than 4:30-5." yaomomo began to explain. "I was able to rent the arcade from 6:15 to 10:30, food and drinks included, along with lazer tag , and we get the option of going in the bounce area, so when we get there just let me know."

"damn yaomomo... i knew you was stacked but DAMN!!"

"ong, bro's LOADED.."

"i'm calling you if i need to bailed out of jail."

"honestly guys it's not much, i just want us to have fun and relax as a class while being safe!" yaomomo said with a small smile on her face. she was literally loaded, like pockets so deep they could fit 3 gallons of milk each, pockets so swole they need an ice pack, pockets so fat they need they own TLC show type rich. but even so, she didn't like to flaunt her wealth. she'd rather use her money to pay for gifts and events for her friends, rather than to flex some diamond earrings or a gold necklace. She's still a teen girl though, so she still loves to go shopping. The girl is really just happy that she's found friends that actually love her for her, and not for her money.

"you're so cute yaomomo! i love you!"

"well thank you y-"

"if anyone, i mean ANYONE fucks with you, call me. these hands are rated E for Everyone. my fists are activists. i dont care if they're old, young, tall, short, fine, ugly, gay, straight. I believe in equality, and with equality comes equally distributed ass whoopings jus-"

"OK, n/n! i think momo gets how much you love her! since you're done eating can u help me?" midoriya interrupted the girls small rant.

"you gotta face the consequences of last night huh? you should've listened to me, but yeah i'll help!"

"you dont have to rub salt on the wound!" he whined. "i'll get stuff and meet in your room again?"

"sounds like a plan, izuku!" she replied, getting up to grab her plate and bring to the kitchen.

"OoOh y/n~" jirou began to tease. "last night? your room AGAIN? what scandalous activities have you been up to?"

"chill kyo, its not like that! he messed up his hair on his own and we always hang in my room bc its more.. welcoming.. then his."

"i know, y/n! im jus messin' with ya."

with her plate in hand, y/n walked into the kitchen where bakugo resided. he was cleaning and putting away the dirty plates before he started to soak the pans.

"so, the nerd fell asleep in your room again huh?" he asked, washing a plate.

"yeah, he started to doze off a little while after you left, so he slept with me."

"i dont know why you guys dont just ask eachother out yet. you two are basically in love with eachother."

"katsuki, you know how i feel, and you know how zuku is. im pretty sure if he would act the same way with the rest of the class as he acts with us if he just trusted them more." she informed, getting ready to wash her plate before bakugo snatched it.

"don't even try it." ever since they could crawl, they've never let the girl lift a finger. hungry? chef katsuki at your service! scraped your knee? Dr.deku to the rescue! and yes, they know that she's the perfectly capable and well off to do these things on her own, but why should she when she has two men to do it for her?

"anyways. we've all known eachother since literally birth. i see things, i observe things. you two are literally inseparable. im pretty sure y'all first words were eachothers names. you know how you act around him, you see with your own two (or four) eyes the way he acts with you, and im pretty sure he peeps it too. just ask eachother out already and stop being pussies for fucks sake!"

"oh my gosh?? shut the fuck up?? you're so damn loud??" she said, slapping him in the back of his neck.

"aye. try me again and we gotta tussle. i'm not deku. i'll will beat the black off you. i strike so much fear into your melanin pigmentation that it will come to me."

"whatever katsuki, u can run me my ones later, i gotta go help zuku now."

"ight then angel, u better be ready. see ya later."

with that, she finally left the kitchen and headed towards her dorm to meet izuku.

.*•

"finally.." the boy sighed. it's now 11:45 am, and they (she) just finished detangling, moisturizing, and somewhat styling his hair. at this point, her fingers and wrists were tired, her back was aching, her feet were sore, and she had the very violent urge to go back to her black roots and pop this nigga with the comb.

"I know damn well YOU not heavy breathing like you did some work. all yo lazy ass did was sit there and watch Netflix. YOU COULDN"T EVEN HOLD THE DAMN SPRAY..."

"I'm sorry, ma. thank you so much, I should've listened to you last night. now do you already have clothes ready? or do you need to pick something out?" he asked, pulling her into a hug and rubbing her back.

".. you better be so lucky i love you. but yes, i need to pick. have u chosen?"

" yup, right before I came to wake you up. so i'll help you if you want?"

"yes please"

taglist: @ast4rg1rl

I FINALLY DID IT YALL..

and i already started the next chapter🙏🏾

well i split this chapter up into 2 to make things easier on me and y'all!!

so if its not out by next week then i'll post something embarrassing 🙏🏾

BUT ILL BE IN DUBAI FOR A WHILE SO JULY 13th IS MY DEADLINE

anywho

when i show outfits and stuff they're just there for ppl like me who can't visualize that well <3

WELL

UNTILL NEXT TIMEE

[starsfic]

Locked in the Vault

So with the new freedom of Steamboat Willie, I remembered a fic series I had in mind and decided to maybe poke at it in the future, adding in a very depressed Mickey. Here is the prologue, introducing some of the human and "human" cast.

Once upon a time, a Creator decided to create something new, besides his creations of a stolen rabbit and a certain mouse, wanting to celebrate his story of a princess and seven dwarves. He set to work with his pencils and pens, creating a story of another princess.

Once upon a time, there was a young princess who danced so beautifully that a nearby sorcerer was dazzled by it and her. He asked her to marry him, but she refused. Enraged, he cursed her. She was trapped in the form of a swan during the day, only returning to her human form when the moon was high in the sky. But not even a curse like that could stop true love- the princess and a young prince fell for each other.

The sorcerer was enraged even further. So, he decided to do something else.

He killed the prince and stole the swan princess, entrapping her in the body of a lifelike doll. Now, she could never find safety in flocks of swans or a prince’s arms, unable to do nothing but dance in a body with a cold chest, cursed into a maddening descent.

Years passed. The doll never aged, but the sorcerer aged.

Because of this, he made mistakes that led to another prince, followed by a peasant lass, to find the doll and her story. Prince Franz and Swanhilda decided to defeat the sorcerer Rothbart to save Princess Odette…

And what happened next?

Nobody knows.

The Creator abandoned the princess and her story, locking them in the dark. Instead, he created and revealed a living wooden puppet, a young deer, a princess with glass slippers, and a magical nanny. Years passed, and everyone forgot the young swan princess.

Until...one day, a woman, a mother chosen to shoulder blame, took control of his company to run it herself. She descended into the vault, finding the swan princess. Using the magic that lingered in the ink, Henrietta awoke the princess…

“Oh, dear lord!”

Henrietta flattened herself against the desk, staring at the girl she had accidentally brought to life. The princess stared back, wide-eyed.

She couldn’t have been older than a teenager, auburn curls piled on her head in a ballerina bun, adorned with a tiara that seemed to be fashioned from white feathers with a single diamond at the center. She wore a classic white ballerina tutu, the edges beautifully decorated with stitching of swans. Her white ballet slippers were streaked with red, adding a touch of horror to the beautiful outfit. She stared up at Henrietta with shocked hazel eyes that had started to fill with tears.

“Oh no.”

The girl- Odette, she guessed from the concept art of the very same girl dancing- started breathing faster, harder. Her eyes looked like she was staring more through her than at her as a noise that sounded like a moan started to come out. The moan turned into a shriek as her fingers dug into her hair, sobbing fat tears. “I- He- WHY?!” As she shriek-cried, digging her fingers further and further into her scalp, Henri looked around for something to help her.

Panicking, she grabbed Walt’s pen that she had used, that she had just been playing around with, and...crossed Odette’s name out. It was a rash decision, one made of more gut instinct than thought. She just wanted that horrible scream to stop.

Everything went silent.

There was a brief flash of gold from the crossed-out name.

Panting, Henri looked back.

The girl, her tears drying on her cheeks, simply sat there with a blank look on her face. Henri gulped and knelt. “Um...hey.” The girl didn’t respond, but her eyes rolled over to stare blankly at her. “Hey, why don’t you take a nap? I’ll get you out of here.” The girl stared at her. Henri tried her best to keep a smile up, hopefully not showing how she screamed on the inside, and the girl finally managed a short nod.

She allowed Henri to pick her up in a bridal carry, eyes falling shut as the CEO managed to sneak herself out of the vault and to the apartment she had built next to Walt Disney’s own. Her daughters- Flora, aged fifteen, and Lena, aged eleven- were out with their father for his custody weekend, leaving the two alone.

She set the girl in the spare room, carefully pulling off the ballet shoes. She winced at the visible cuts and, after throwing the shoes in the trash, set to work bandaging her feet. When she was down, Henri pulled the sheets up to the dancer’s chin.

Closing the door, Henri sank against it.

What now?

Well, she couldn’t go back. Henri didn’t even know how to do that, and she had gotten the gist enough to know that where the girl had come from was horrible. She sat there, thinking through her options. It felt like hours before she remembered that people knew she had been looking into adoption. She could pass O...the girl as her adopted daughter.

Hours later, the girl woke up in Mickey-Mouse-patterned pajamas.

She learned that she had been in an accident that gave her amnesia. Henri was the woman who had adopted her. Flora and Lena were excited to meet their new sister Abby when they came to the new apartment to see the fourteen-year-old. As the trio talked together, learning about each other and Abby’s lack of memory, Henri shoved a box under her bed. The trash had been taken out that morning, hiding blood-stained shoes.

Satisfied, she returned to her daughters.

[liviavanrouge]

Diamond Nightsword Academy: Next gen

Former names: Night Raven Collage, Nightsword Academy

School founder: Crowned Princess Livia Garcia Vanrouge Howl

School Heads: Headmaster Crowley, Headmaster Ambrose, Headmistress Gonnal

Professors: Rollo Flamme(History teacher), Divus Crewel(Potions teacher), Ashton Vargas(P.E teacher), Elliot Trein(Study of Magical Creatures teacher), Evonie Ashengrotto(Etiquette's teacher), Rosaline Beast(Study of Enchantrix Items teacher), Faunick Fairy(Magical History teacher), Flick Fairy(Animal Linguistics teacher), Merryweather Fairy(Herbology Teacher)

Staff: Sam(Shop keeper), Alex(Sam's assistant), Azul Ashengrotto(Blind librarian/School nurse), Lavender(Hall monitor)

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Students:

Savannaclaw

Dorm Leader: Liana Kingscholar(3rd Year) Vice Leader: Holly Bucchi(3rd year) -Ramona Howl(2nd year) -Poppy Bucchi(1st year) -Daisy Schoenheit(1st year) -Mitsuri Kingscholar(1st year)

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Heartslabyul

Dorm leader: Mary Rosehearts(3rd year) Vice leader: Dante Clover(3rd year) -Jackie Clover(2nd year) -Rina Clover(1st year) -Hazel Spade(1st year) -Maddie Trappola(1st year) -Penny Jabberwocky(1st year) -Tako Bandersnatch(1st year)

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Octavinelle

Dorm Leader: Lily Ashengrotto(2nd year) Vice leader: Yanama Leech(Floyd's Daughter, 3rd year) -Honey Leech(Jades daughter, 3rd year) -Coral Leech(Floyd's Daughter, 2nd year)

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Pomefiore

Dorm Leader: Anne Schoenheit(3rd year) Vice Leader: Minty Hunt(3rd year) -Betty Felmier(1st year) -Dutch Hunt (2nd year) -Tornado(1st year) -Dusk Felmier(2nd year) -Hake Hunt(1st year)

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Scarabia

Dorm leader: Scorch Viper(3rd year) Vice leader: Harry Al-Asim(2nd year) -Thunder(2nd year) -Sky Al-Asim(1st year) -Aladdin Al-Asim(1st year) -Gray(2nd year)

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Diasomnia

Dorm leader: Clover Howl(2nd year) Vice leader: Seth Zigvolt(2nd year) -Raven Clover(2nd year) -Juniper Zigvolt(3rd year) -Cedar Dragon(1st year) -Hina Dragon(1st year)

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Pommeneige

Dorm Leader: Apple Leblanc (3rd year) Vice Leader: Chi-Chi (2nd year) -Jazzy(2nd year) -Dexter(2nd year) -Ellie(1st year) -Cole(1st year) -Hansel(1st year)

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiress @marrondrawsalot @abyssthing198 @teddymochi

[hadesxpercy-events]

Hazel is experiencing her complicated feelings of an older child when Pluto and Percy had their baby together.

She loves her younger sister, but she cannot envy her and, perhaps, is even afraid that with her birth the need for her as a child will disappear and she will fade into the background and become something insignificant and small.

But Pluto and Percy are here, they are not blind and they are good fathers.

They talk to her about her feelings, explain that she is still their beloved daughter and diamond princess, it's just that now there are more of them in the family, but Hazel is still dearly loved.

At the end, Percy hugs her and hugging her, and Pluto kisses her on the cheek.

She is their favorite child and nothing and no one will change that.

The angst of an older child having to come to terms with the reduced time, space etc. when their parents have a younger child that since they're a newborn require so much more attention and time is... delicious lol. Also, very very real (sadly). Lots of potential for angst and family conflict.

I can definitely see Hazel getting insecure, especially since the new child is Percy's biologically and therefore shares the water connection that Hazel and Percy don't. And Pluto already left before, why wouldn't he again? This is such a good opportunity for Hazel, Percy and Pluto to actually address the insecurities and uncertainties in their relationship.

Honestly, idk about Percy and Pluto playing favorites - since that'll cause problems/insecurity when the new child grows up - but the rest of it? Percy and Pluto comforting Hazel? Yessss.

Thanks for the ask!

...

Link to vote for the Percy x Hades fest prompts here. More details in my pinned post. Everyone is welcomed to join :)

[tangirlisfangirl]

i read a post saying how we should make true barbiesonas based on the movie concept of each doll being tied to a real-world person and their mindset influencing the doll’s own SO. though p much all the ones i had were movie/princess dolls heres the story of the only generic barbie and ken i had/have <3

Travel Barbie

 i tried finding her in the attic but with no success, she might’ve been donated <:/ either way she was a generic blonde barbie that usually had her hair pulled up/back so it looked cool in her helmet, but i can’t remember what color eyes were so for uniqueness sake imma say she had color shifting hazel eyes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (face claim is chloe grace mortez (or sabrina carpenter, ive been a fan of hers for forever but i dont think her eyes or face/body shape match the character so im torn))

yall i had SO many vehicles, the only one i still have is her bike but i also remember a pink car, a little camper van, and a carriage for the princesses ofc

so it only makes sense that her ‘job’ would be traveling/exploring, just making her way across the country through different means and sharing her experiences, maybe through reviews and blogposts maybe through writing and memoirs who knows :p

i’m leaning towards the latter so she can mirror my own love of writing and flowery word choice, just not to an award-winning degree but girl me neither dw

i also want to imbue my creative nature into her so she also loves drawing singing and cooking— painting the sceneries she comes across to capture their vibrancy, vibing along to the radio as she drives or camps out for the night, and making herself tasty pancakes and smoothies and pasta and chili and cupcakes and smores using the limited counter space she has to fuel up and treat herself throughout the course of the day <3

assumedly she would also be rather active/athletic and resourceful, with a decent amount of knowledge regarding mechanics so she could fix any malfunctions while on the road

(this tracks cause my mom has an rv herself and is also handy like that so she would inherit those traits from my mom (her grandma ig?? if you wanna think about it like that lol) which furthers the familial themes of the movie)

also i absolutely ADORED weird barbie’s robot dog so my barbie’s getting a dog too!! a curly haired poodle that loves water and long rides like my irl dog does!! is it real? that’s up to reader interpretation ;)

as mentioned above my main dolls were ones from the animated movies, specifically the diamond castle since it was and is my all time favorite, and i had alexa and liana along with melody and the two other muses

(yall the texture on their grecian dresses was SO nice i remember it to this day—)

(i also had rosella from the island princess movie which was my second favorite)

i don’t know if they’d be in barbie land canonically but i’m not characterizing them here cause they’re… already… characters…

BUT i’m using that to say travel barbie is friends with royalty, and as such is simultaneously fun and friendly while being mature and refined with a princess-y vibe from being surrounded by them so much

maybe cause gloria had skipper’s treehouse as a kid so her barbie lived next to it, my barbie would live next to the diamond castle or sumn afshjdasvdjs

in terms of who she is it makes sense, being well-traveled and getting the chance to meet people from all walks of life, and just clicking with them specifically for no particular reason

but it also works in terms of who I am/was, even when i was super young i was kind and generous and bouncy but a bit more serious and reserved than other kids, it just works so well with how those traits would reflect on my barbie both in and out of universe :))

if she’s still in my possession/house somewhere and connected to me then at the VERY moment shes just generally emotional with an inexplicable love of life and humanity yall im telling you this movie is affecting meeee—

overall tho she’s more mushy like stereotypical barbie, sad and complicated and anxious for no reason at times but still lively and talented and living her best life and working through it all with the help of her friends

i can’t remember if i’ve found her in the past, but man i hope i didn’t have her out for long, that’s how you get “inexplicable thoughts of death barbie” and “highschool dropout barbie” and “why don’t i have a real job why is everyone around me so much more successful barbie” and “feeling inferior and ugly and ashamed and unlovable barbie”

IT’S IN THE PAST YALL I SWEAR IM DOING BETTER I GOT MEDICATED SO WOULD SHE—

super close with psychiatrist barbie nowadays 😂😂

speaking of i saw this meme/image (credit to gmf.designs on ig!!) and the culture of this movie just continues to hit hard, like it fits so perfectly i—

Swim Ken

clean-shaven black boy with sculpted hair and colorful striped swim trunks (faceclaim and bodyclaim is winston duke)

as such his job wouldn’t be just beach like rg!ken but rather swim/swimming, which also extends to pools

is he a good swimmer? beats me 🥴

he likes it that’s all that matters!!

i appropriately don’t remember much about him since i wouldn’t play with him much lmaooo

the only other boy doll i had was the prince from island princess (specifically remember his gorgeous blue jacket and his weird pointy plastic crown band thing), so they would be best friends and as such, he would have a similar elegant/royal vibe about him

aww he probably gets a bunch of ideas on how to woo travel barbie from him

honestly?? idk if theyd be more like margot robbie + ryan gosling or ncuti gatwa + emma mackey in terms of relationship

(ik that one part where they hug and stuff is supposed to be a shoutout to the sex ed fans but i truly think theyre an item vs being just friends, and different barbies have different types of relationships with their kens)

anyway idk what type of relationship they’d have but he’d be super gentlemanly and romantic regardless, true prince material

they probably have a lake in barbieland right? for rowing and fishing and stuff

that’s where they would hang out/meet up the most, still go to the malibu beach ofc but a quiet crystal blue lake fits the vibe better imo

he simultaneously has pool lake and beach vibes JUST ALL THE WATER