#i adore you my beautiful gambler

[venleaf]

I sure luv ma girlfriend!!!

oh also these two pathetic gaes and their daugter

I named boothill's Daughter Kathy (Katherine) and I enjoy drawing soft avenhill including her LIKE GIMME THAT FOUND FAMILY STUFF I SHALL EAT IT RIGHT UP SHHSHSHSJ

[aventurineswife]

What about...

Aven with a reader that is insecure about how they look with some clothes?

Example: Aven bought the reader a suit/dress and when they prove it, they look in the mirror and they felt insecure, but Aven thinks they look beautiful. He comforts reader, telling them how beautiful they are. 🤭

Reflections of Beauty

Summary: When Aventurine gifts you an exquisite outfit, your insecurities threaten to overshadow the moment. As you stand before the mirror, doubting your reflection, Aventurine's words of comfort and his unwavering adoration remind you of your worth. Through his playful yet heartfelt encouragement, he helps you see yourself in a new light.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Body Positivity, Self-Esteem Issues, Reassurance, Soft Aventurine.

Warnings: Mentions of self-doubt and insecurity, Brief internal negative self-talk (resolved with comfort), Pure fluff!

A/N: I NEED AN AVEN IN MY LIFE!! 😭🥺

Aventurine lounged back on a plush velvet chaise in his opulent quarters, flipping a gold coin idly between his fingers. "Hurry up, darling," he called with a teasing lilt. "If you take any longer, I'll think you’ve gone shy on me."

You stood before the gilded mirror, frozen in place. The dress/suit—no, the masterpiece Aventurine had insisted on buying—hugged your form like it was made of liquid moonlight. Every detail, from the delicate embroidery to the way the fabric shimmered, screamed luxury. But all you could see were the imperfections it highlighted.

“This… doesn’t look right,” you muttered, tugging at the hem. The mirror reflected your uncertainty, amplifying it. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you weren’t enough for something so exquisite.

“Aven,” you called softly, “I don’t think this works for me.”

He was on his feet before you could blink, sauntering over with his usual feline grace. His eyes gleamed with curiosity and amusement as he stopped just behind you, his warm breath tickling your ear.

“Doesn’t work for you?” he repeated, his tone a mix of disbelief and mock scandal. His hands came to rest lightly on your shoulders, fingers brushing against the fabric. “Darling, have you seen yourself? You’re stunning.”

You shook your head, averting your gaze. “I don’t feel that way. It—it clings too much here. And my arms—”

His laughter was soft, warm, and oddly reassuring. “Oh, you sweet, silly thing,” he murmured, turning you gently by the shoulders to face the mirror again. His hands slid down your arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake as they came to rest at your wrists. “You’re focusing on all the wrong things.”

He tilted his head, eyes meeting yours through the reflection. “Look again. Do you see how the color brings out the sparkle in your eyes? And the way it flows—it’s as if the stars themselves decided to wrap around you.”

You frowned, still unconvinced. “But—”

“No buts,” he interrupted, his voice firm but kind. “You don’t have to see it yet, but I do. And I think you’re the most breathtaking sight in the room. No, the universe.”

Your cheeks heated at his words, but a small part of you wanted to believe him. “You’re just saying that.”

He sighed dramatically, spinning you to face him. “If I were just saying that, would I do this?” He took a step back, placing a hand over his heart in mock reverence. “I, Aventurine of Stratagems, Gambler Extraordinaire and Connoisseur of Beauty, hereby declare you utterly perfect.”

The way he said it, so solemn yet playful, coaxed a reluctant laugh out of you. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossible to resist,” he countered with a wink, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. “Listen to me, darling,” he said, his voice dropping to a softer, more sincere tone. “I’ve lived through more than you could imagine, and I’ve learned one thing: true beauty isn’t about perfection. It’s about confidence, about wearing your flaws like they’re a crown.”

His hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing gently along your skin. “And you, my dear, wear it all so well.”

You hesitated, but his words warmed something inside you. Maybe, just maybe, you could see yourself the way he did—if only for a moment.

“Thank you, Aven.” you whispered, leaning into his touch.

“Anytime,” he replied, his lips curving into a genuine smile. “Now, shall we?” He gestured to the door. “Let the world see what I already know: that you’re nothing short of extraordinary.”

Hand in hand, you let him lead you out, his confidence and adoration bolstering your own. For the first time that night, you caught a glimpse of the beauty he saw in you.

[forsaken-headcanons]

every survivor in forsaken is crazy.

Noob is constantly terrified, never being able to relax due to there constantly being killers around. Even if they did get time to themself, they’d definitely still be scared and have nightmares about being chased. Insanity scale: 5/10. Halfway there, but they react to things in normal ways.

Elliot is hanging by a thread. He has the sole responsibility to make sure everyone stays alive, which is already a hard job, but he also likely serves as the team therapist. And nobody else can really help him with his problems (007n7 would if he didn’t have a son to run from). Insanity scale: 6/10. Can and will snap.

Two Time has been mentioned to be “messed up in the membrane”. There’s no defending them. They are a cultist who killed someone who was important to them. They believe in reincarnation to a fatal extent. Insanity scale: 9/10. I don’t think they’re ok, but they at least have somewhat of a soul.

Guest 1337 is a mixed bag. He’s likely the most sane of the bunch. He has a family and lived a happy life… until military training. I doubt he’s been able to see his family ever since he started, and that can leave a mark on you. Insanity scale: 3/10. He’s probably aware of the fact the group is trapped in an endless hell where they get chased by ruthless killers for the rest of eternity.

Builderman is both ok and not ok simultaneously. I think he has the most self-discipline next to Guest 1337, so he won’t be gone easily. However, his affiliations with Shedletsky (who is definitely crazy) might cause him to lose a bit of his sanity. And the whole killer thing. Insanity scale: 4/10. Haunted by Shedletsky.

Chance is already gone. He’s a gambler. His gimmick… is gambling. Need I say less? Insanity scale: gamble/10. (Ok, I will actually say something though: he’s probably covering up inner feelings with his natural cheer)

Shedletsky. I’m pretty sure we all saw this coming, but this guy is unwell. First, one of the killers is the embodiment of his own hatred and malice. Neat. Second, the whole Telamon thing. He’s also the weird hooded guy who’s most likely a cultist. I think he’s the second most far gone character in the group. Insanity scale: fried chicken/10. We’re blaming John for this.

007n7 isn’t doing so well. Imagine raising a child who you think is innocent and adorable, then suddenly you’re running for your life from him. Do you think you’d be ok? No. Insanity scale: child loss/10. He also has to face the fact that he wasn’t a very good father, either.

TL;DR: pray for Two Time, Shedletsky, and 007n7.

This is the most beautiful ask I have ever received. Gamble/10, child loss/10 and fried chicken/10 are my favorite ratings. I read this a day ago when it first got in my inbox and dear anon, I have to tell you that "we're blaming john for this" has now become a phrase I use in every appropriate and inappropriate situation.

Thank you for the Chance food. I've been saying that he's not as mentally well as he likes to appear to be.

[walpu]

Hello hello 🫂 how are you? I hope you're well! This is my first time request 🏃 feel free to ignore

I was thinking that reader just bought a house and now having troubles with paying the electric bill and water bill they couldn't even prepare a proper meal for themselves, so the reader decided to put on a website open one spot for a roommate with a condition of course. Here where Aventurine found the website and saw who it was.. the person who helped him once, would they remember him anyway? and Aventurine decided to sign up and meet the reader at reader place, discussing about the agreement and spilt who was paying the bill. not Aventurine mind he decided to pay full bill and buy groceries anyway stlas of course he got scolded

Eventually they got close,, close friends even.. reader started taking interest into Aventurine liking, well reader doesn't know he's a gambler ((or is he?)) Overtime,, Aventurine started to become more touchy, well reader doesn't mind it since they adore love affection,, well sometimes they got flustered when Aventurine touch becomes more bold ((yk what I mean?)) Not until they got pinned down OR Aventurine the one got pinned down?

This is too long hhh I love your HC Aventurine 🫂 (it's yummy) have a good day!

Hello!! Thank you so much, I hope I got it right since I wasn't sure if I should make in into a modern au or make it canon compliant (spoiler I've ended up with the second option)

being roommates with Aventurine

notes - gn!reader, fluffy, hurt/comfort (sort of?), no beta

Considering Aven's leaked story, it'd pretty much canon that Aventurine doesn't forger people who helped him at least once. Which is not that surprising, when you think of it. Not many people were kind enough to land him a hand without expecting something in return.

He found the website by pure coincidence. Another case of his luck working in mysterious ways.

He recognizes your face immediately. Like, almost embarrassingly fast.

But, you know, whatever, not like you remember him, right? He sends you a random sum of money as a thank you for helping him in the past, not elaborating on who he is and why he's paying you. Scared you shitless I bet. But other than that, he doesn't see any need to reach out.

Except he just can't stop thinking about this add.

He never had comfortable living conditions before he joined the IPC. It would be a huge luck for him and his sister to have something soft to sleep on. And after he lost her, after he was shackled, caged, stripped of his pride... Well, not the memories he likes to go back to.

Now he has a huge apartment and a comfortable bed, a privilege to sleep under a warm blanket. Yet he has no one who would be there for him to distract him after a nightmare, no one to make this place feel like a home. It's a beautiful golden cage, nothing more.

Meeting you to talk about your add was a whim. Something to do for fun, really. A way to distract himself. Maybe he'll just see how are you are doing. Maybe you'll remember him.

Well, you don't. He signs the arrangement anyway, mentally beating himself up for it. Stupid. Pathetic.

But... you really look the same. Like you didn't change one bit since the day you showed him that small amount of kindness.

He'll just pay off his debt. That what he tells himself. He doesn't even have to live with you, just pay his half of the bills for some time. He may be a cunning businessman but hey, he has a reputation to uphold (at least for his own sake, since you have no idea about the mental gymnastics he's doing), he can't just let his benefactor starve!

Also, it's a bit funny to look at your reactions. You may not knows he's one of the Ten Stonehearts but you're not stupid, it's obvious he's not the last person in the IPC. Why would a guy like him need a roommate??? Also, he lies to you that the money you received earlier were just a prepayment, he just forgot to elaborate when he sent it. Shady. How tf did he learn you card information to send you the money. What a weird guy. Up to no good, it seems.

He can't help but laugh in amusement, seeing you squirm. But hey, not like you have a lot of options, right? You gotta take him in~

At first he doesn't plan on staying at your place, like, at all. Maybe once or twice a month so you wouldn't freak out about his "suspicious" absents.

But... You're fun. Fun to be around, fun to tease. You recognize his Sigonian eyes but you don't say anything. You don't try to get into his personal space but you also seem to be sensitive to his subtle mood changes. You don't try to be overly nice and don't ask for his money, his luck, nothing of sorts. It's the bare minimum, even lower than the bare minimum, it's just basic human decency yet it makes him feel warm.

Like, look at his and Ratio's relationship in canon. Ratio may not be the nicest and the most polite person but he treats Aventurine with respect and look at how Aventurine behaves around him. He's more relaxed and playful, genuinely lookin for some kind friendly companionship. So like I'm 100% sure that despite his "ohhh you can use and betray me," approach this man is such a sucker for any sort of sincerity. He's just friendless and miserable let me bite him.

So anyway, he sticks around far more often than he planed. Even if he has every right to do so as your literal roommate, he still feels like compensating it by paying for all of your bills, just because he can. Maybe it will make you happy with him, maybe you'll start needing him, maybe you'll be happy with him staying by your side.

Well. He gets scolded. Apparently, being roommates doesn't work like that. He refuse your attempts to pay him off your part off the bills though.

"You can make it up to me some other way. For instance... Let's play a game, shall we?"

He is knows for making the situation favorable for himself, after all.

Just like that, you slowly get closer. He teaches you to play card games, even offers to take you to the casino with him. Jokingly, of course. There are a lot of dangerous people who want him gone there, after all.

His heart flatters every time when you take the initiative to know him better.

"Soon enough you'll master me in this, dear" he says playfully, his hand brushing against yours as he takes the cards from you.

Aeons, the touches. Touches! He never took a notice of how him and his sister would accidentally brush against each other when they were still by each other's side. It was natural, after all. After her death, he didn't have anyone to be close with, no one to relax around. And now he has you. You're not family, he's not even sure if he can call you a friend (what is friendship anyway?? he can playfully call you his friend here and there but if he would call you this with all seriousness, would you run? would you pull away? stupid, stupid, unreasonable thoughts). So with this unclear relationship, how can he handle the touches when there are so many of them? Most of them are casual, accidental. Yet he can't just simply ignore them. Even if you can... (local gambler finds out not everyone is as touch-starved as him more at eleven).

He does the only thing he knows. Tries to be bolder. It's a risk, sure, you may easily push him away. But we all know he's a gambler and a great one too.

Anyway, you don't push him away and he's lost because, apparently, you don't mind him clinging to your side and whining when he's tired. And you don't mind him hugging your arm when he teaches you another card game. And you don't mind him hugging you from behind when you cook something for both of you. Btw him discovering the comfort of living together with someone and sharing chores, getting used to each other's patterns and such is another huge thing but I'll run out of words soon so maybe I'll leave this for another time.

Okay back to the topic. You don't push him away even if he was secretly expecting just that. It's just too good to be true, no?

Well. You start being affectionate as well. Now what.

He can't just stop now, even if he feels like he should. It's all too new, to scarry. But it's so good. Leaning into your hand when you caress his hair, falling asleep on your shoulder. Your soft eyes on him. You waiting for him to come back home.

He gets even bolder, more touchy. You'll push him away soon enough and, at least, this sweet delusion will end. And before that, he at least can see your flustered expression when his cold fingers slide under your shirt, holding onto your waist.

"What exactly are you doing?" you ask him one day and he thinks that's it. You're fed up. You'll push him away now.

Instead you push him on the couch, pinning him down, looking at him with unreadable but intense gaze. Seems like it's his turn to get flustered.

"Oh? Did I cross a line, my dear?" he asks with a laugh that was supposed to be playful but ended up being shaky. Damn you and your charm, you make him too weak. And instead of being merciful, you just chuckle at his struggles!

Tease him back!!!!! Kiss his cheeks!!!! Or his lips!!! In this moment, he's all yours. You want to cuddle? He'll be happy to. You want something more intimate? He will oblige. Just let him know you want push him away no matter what.

[kowwpow]

Disclaimer! ⚠️: this is not meant to take jabs at the ocs as some of these characters have unpleasant personalities. I chose these based on similar traits, outfits they’d look good in, and the ultimate talents. If you would like me to alter the outfit, I will. It just needs to be recognizable as the specific character’s outfit. This will take me an incredibly long time, upwards to multiple weeks. Since I am doing splash arts and one big art piece. If you are uncomfortable with the character your oc was given, please let me know and I’ll do my best to rearrange things. I will only being drawing YOUR oc in THEIR outfit and pose. I will not be mixing the characters.

this’ll be a long post so get ready

First off, this can contain spoilers for Danganronpa V2.

Kyoko Kirigiri technically shows up for the anime version on V2 but I want to include as many ppl as possible. + she’s my favorite so haha

Oc: Akari Fuyutsuki (@thewinterpillarhashira)

Talent: The Ultimate Detective

An honorable mention since Eva thought Celestia would work better than Makoto 😋

Oc: Eva Himiko (@muitsuri)

Talent: The Ultimate Gambler—

Byakuya Togami is the first person I thought of for this oc 😋 he and Makoto are sorta same in the sense that they appeared in the anime. Although Byakuya had an impersonator pretend to be him in the actual game

Oc: Celestine Ellis (@saffron0v0)

Talent: Ultimate Affluent Prodigy

IF ANYONE KNOWS TERUTERU’S PERSONALITY, IM NOT TRYNA BE MEAN I PROMISE— I hate Teruteru okay 😭 I just like his accent and outfit

Oc: Kirika (I couldn’t find her last name) (@ta-ni-ya)

Talent: The Ultimate Chef

Mahiru Koizumi so underrated omg 😭 I loovveee herrrr.

Oc: Marilyn Kaizumi (@cloudymistedskies)

Talent: The Ultimate Photographer

Peko Pekoyama has such a fun name omg. I like saying it over and over again. Once again, and underrated character

Oc: Ilona Dulina (@tokito-dulya20)

Talent: The Ultimate Swordswoman

I don’t really like Hiyoko either, but she’s adorable and I think her outfit would suit this oc very well

Oc: Akira Sakuranbura (@tinyperson00)

Talent: The Ultimate Traditional Dancer

Ibuki is so chaotic and I love it. She’s so adorable. I love that she’s described to be pitch perfect and tone deaf at the same time—

Oc: Irina Gonshira (@shycroissanti)

Talent: The Ultimate Musician

Mikan is such a shy girl. She also cries when embarrassed and stutters a lot. She’s not my favorite, but I don’t hate her. She’s really clumsy which I find relatable—

Oc: Milo Suzuki (@larz-barz)

Talent: The Ultimate Nurse

Usami will be taking the place of Nekomaru since I don’t feel comfortable with draw Yuna in his clothes and such. Plus Usami’s the teacher and I thought it would be fitting.

His character was a little hard to choose, but he’s actually pretty adorable. He calls everyone else “mortals” and he’s my sister’s favorite character

Oc: (I can’t remember her name 😭) (@littleolspring112)

Talent: The Ultimate Animal Caretaker

Nagito is quite possibly the most popular character in the entire franchise. Man has simps left and right. It’s probably bc he’s a little crazy— and he has a rlly sad backstory 😭 he’s also the ✨ main antagonist ✨

Oc: Boo (idk their last name) (@boo-simplified)

Talent: The Ultimate Lucky Student

Chiaki is the lead female character and I like her quite a lot!

Oc: Hanako Kimura (@rion-isnot-an-ai)

Talent: The Ultimate Gamer

Hajime Hinata is the lead protagonist in this game CONGRATS TO THIS OC WHO HAS HIM

Oc: Yuki Ayaka (@sweetstarryeyedgirl)

Talent: He doesn’t have a talent though 💀

I think you can tell by just looking at him… but he’s the mastermind. He also shares a body with Hajime 😃 (wee wo wee wo, wee wo wee wo weeeee—)

Oc: Ayuna Katsuki (@ayunakatsukiwolfhashira)

Talent: I think he’s also talentless, just really smart—

My beautiful, stupid, girl. I love Akane. She’s really energetic and loud so she fits this oc

Oc: Asai (I can’t find her last name 😚) (@night-mince0)

Talent: The Ultimate Gymnast

Sonia’s got two outfits, I’ll do this one though. She’s a literal sweetheart

Oc: Kiyoka Watanabe (@kiyokatokito)

Talent: The Ultimate Princess 0-o

Kazuichi is such a goody goober. Keep your beanie on though. Please.

Oc: Amari Delarosa (@naramaiz)

Talent: The Ultimate Machanic

Kazuichi calls him “boss man” and “baby face”. He hates it. Internally a sweetheart though

Oc: Basil (idk his last name) (@aceofstars0)

Talent: The Ultimate Yakuza— yes he’s part of the mafia. or at least his parents are

And that was the last one 😭

ima plan on doing a group pic, but I might not end up doing it— just cause it’s a lot of work 😭

Ima replace Nekomaru with Usami/Yuna and add poses for everyone else who’s character doesnt show up (that’s not Byakuya I promis, that’s the impersonator)

[altcvnningham]

so out of all the Robert Redford movies you watched so far, which one is your favorite currently?

bwuhhh this is the hardest question ever bc i love them all /)-(\ long ramble bc i luv himb and i can’t be normal and just give u a straight answer sksjsjskhsjs

i have a soft spot for the way we were bc it was the first i’d seen with him and i adoooore barbra streisand, but i tend to skip the third part of the movie to the end bc it’s too sad :’) but he is so so handsome in it, there’s a scene where he comes home wearing sunglasses and i’m yelling at the screen pointing like RUSSELL ADLER???????

unfortunately obsessed w an indecent proposal bc 56 yo billionaire obsessive weirdo robert redford is……. well . do i even need to elaborate how insane that would make a fatherless bitch like me

ofc sneakers is so so so good, his delivery and comedic timing in that movie always gets me bc i’m so used to him being a more serious actor; BUTCH CASSIDY AND THE SUNDANCE KID AND THE STING……… him and paul newman were made to be onscreen together . both have made me want to try some adlerbell au’s inspired by them,,,

buuuut my favourite has remained havana since i saw it. i have literally no clue why. it was nominated for an oscar yet it’s hard to find it anywhere. u can only rent it on amazon. no clear scenes posted to yt. no good screencaps of robert redford in that movie for me to even make a post about. i don’t even think it’s particularly good with how it portrays bobby (his love interest)’s involvement with the cuban revolution given she kinda just willingly dips because he’s like pleeeease 🥺🙏🏻 and that’s a gripe i’ve had with the movie since i watched it……

but there’s just something about it. it has everything i love- it’s historical, but set on the borderlines of the revolution, it has a morally grey character forced to face reality and realign his priorities in jack weil (robert redford), and i ADORE his character (makes me want to write a gambler!adler x bell au so so so so bad), the soundtrack is amazing, the set design is beautiful, it feels so authentic and lively and colourful, there’s allusions to the american mafia with meyer lansky- i’m a huge lover of historical mafia, @mafianoir btw- and i’m a sucker for star-crossed romance which this movie has in spades. there’s a scene between jack and bobby later in the film where he bathes her and they’re just talking, opening up to one another, playfully flirting and for all of redford’s incredible acting and numerous roles he just feels so real in this scene that it moves me every time. and the opening credits with the soundtrack over it just gets me so excited every time. i don’t understand why i love it so much because it’s nowhere near being redford’s best film- i don’t even know if it’s good. but it feels like it was made for me, and the fact that nobody knows about it makes it feel like my little secret :’)

anyway, sorry for the long answer, i’d been meaning to rant about havana for a while because that film baffles me as to why i love it so much. and thanks for letting me ramble on about robert redford!! i love him >.<

[snowblack-charcoalwhite]

Hello! It’s me again with your daily Wesper thoughts. I think I could write a short essay about the contrast between Jesper’s usual arrogance and bravado and to how flustered and unsure of himself he can get around Wylan. After he realizes he has romantic feelings for Wylan (I mark this as That Face he makes when Wy is playing piano), he’s so awkward around Wylan. His typical confidence is absent. It’s like when faced with something so real, Jesper doesn’t know how to fake it anymore.

Hello! You`re always welcome in my askbox😊

Exactly! Jesper is shocked by the power of his feelings for Wylan and by their realness. He can`t brush them off, he can`t get away from them. They have changed him - or rather not changed but brought out the parts of him that remained half-hidden for a long time.

Jesper is a loving, caring and loyal person, and it shows in his relationship with Kaz and Inej - especially with Inej. She`s essentially his beloved sister - he absolutely adores her, and he`s going to miss her terribly. But Jesper is also a gambler, used to win a lot today and lose more tomorrow. He`s not exactly holding on to much in 'the chaos of Barrel life'. That`s not to say he wouldn`t do his damnedest to protect Kaz or Inej should the need arise - he totally would. He`d die for them, in fact.

And here`s how his relationship with Wylan is different. He would die for him, yes. The thing is he doesn`t want to. He wants to live for him. Dying is easy in Jesper`s world where risk and danger are all around. Living - daring to be happy and doing everything to make your special one happy as well - is way harder. And for Wylan Jesper is willing to try.

It`s enough to look at the way he holds him - often with both hands, often clutching Wylan instinctively. A gambler who has finally found what he isn`t willing to put on the line.

The 4th gif is by @dramaism

It’s like when faced with something so real, Jesper doesn’t know how to fake it anymore. - This made me think of what Sybil Vane said to Dorian Gray: 'I thought that it was all true... I believed in everything... I knew nothing but shadows, and I thought them real. You came—oh, my beautiful love!— and you freed my soul from prison. You taught me what reality really is... You had made me understand what love really is... I might mimic a passion that I do not feel, but I cannot mimic one that burns me like fire'.

Of course, Jesper is no Sybil and Wylan is no Dorian. Yet, the general sentiment is somewhat similar, I believe, - maybe not so grandiose as the poor girl makes it sound but deep and true nevertheless.

Also, Halo by Beyonce is a Wesper song, change my mind.

It's like I've been awakened Every rule I had you breakin' It's the risk that I'm takin' I ain't never gonna shut you out - are you kidding me?😍

Love is a terrible force - and a beautiful one, what`s more to say.

[zenonaa]

Can I request a drabble of Celes and Maizono? Maybe she uses her "esper" powers to mess with that poker face a little by reading something correctly

Celes doesn’t usually wait until the third date, but Sayaka is far prettier than her usual prey. They sit opposite each other in Celes’s bedroom, a coffee table draped in black cloth between them. A deck of cards studs it like a star, and Sayaka’s face hangs over it as pale and pretty as the moon.

But beauty won’t help Sayaka. Not here. Celes doesn’t even need to glance at any of the five cards in her hand. She breathes in, smiles, then discards two cards and draws replacements.

When her usual opponents see her play like this, without looking at her cards, they freak out. Make stupid decisions. Sayaka is surprisingly calm, only a slight furrow in her brow.

“Do you honestly believe you can defeat my gambler’s gift?” asks Celes sweetly.

It’s not the ante that has Celes’s lips curling, her heart thrumming. The pot contains a mere two thousand yen. No, she wants Sayaka to witness her power, but where others are consumed by fear, she wants Sayaka to be enchanted. To be awed. To worship her. To desire her.

... Okay, and maybe experience a little bit of fear too.

“Giving each suit and number a particular scent was a cool idea,” says Sayaka.

Celes’s heart skips. She keeps her voice even. “Pardon?”

“Lavender for hearts. Sandalwood for clubs. Is the smell on the top half of the card for the suit, and the bottom half for the number?”

No one has ever realised Celes’s trick before. She thought all the incense would cover it up. Her head twitches back. “H-How...?”

“I’m an esper.”

Celes’s tongue squirms, hunting for words in her gaping mouth. A wide grin lights up Sayaka’s face.

“Just kidding. I have good intuition.” Sayaka winks. “And I’ve watched Yu-Gi-Oh!”

This was it. Now that Sayaka had exposed Celes, she would leave and tell everyone Celes’s secret. Her reputation would be in ruins. She would lose her chance at winning Sayaka’s heart. Hifumi would try to make Celes join his manga club again, and worst of all, she would have to accept his invitation this time. No one else would want her around.

“I didn’t know you were a fan too,” says Sayaka. “That’s adorable.”

“A-Ad-or...ab...?” Celes feels her face burning.

Beaming, Sayaka sets down her hand. “Royal flush. I win.”

[etesienne]

what are some of your fav authors ? or books? looking for recs if you have some :)

Here's a list ! Just be aware that I read primarily in French, so there are many authors that I would recommend but as far as I know there aren't any translations available.

Authors :

Nancy Huston

Alessandro Baricco

Toni Morrison

Goethe

Annie Ernaux

Charlotte Delbo

Ying Chen

Kafka

Jorge Louis Borges

Virginia Woolf

Emily Brontë

Primo Levi

Marguerite Duras

Specific books/novels

The Man of Jasmine by Unica Zürn (her visual art is also amazing)

Sula by Toni Morrison

Dora Bruder by Patrick Modiano

Aracoeli by Elsa Morante

The Gambler by Dostoïevsky (the narrator is my personal little meow meow)

Homer, Iliad by Alessandro Baricco (in my opinion the most beautiful adaptation/rewriting of the Iliad)

Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov

Austerlitz by W G Sebald

The Road by Cormac McCarthy (I'm not a fan of this author, but. this book. I adore its style)

Poetry

Rainer Maria Rilke

Tomas Tranströmer

Louise Glück (my beloved)

Anna Akhmatova

Ocean Vuong

Thrillers

Natsuo Kirino

Tana French

Karin Slaughter

He Said/She Said by Erin Kelly

Dark Places by Gillian Flynn

and if you can ever read them in French... my heart goes to these authors :

Anne Hébert

Élise Turcotte

Michaël Trahan

Dominique Fortier

Louise Dupré

Philippe More (my favorite poet in the entire world)

[starrbright]

Starr's Collection

creations i very much truly adore and so deserving more of appreciation

Haikyuu:

Don't Come Morning | Kuroo Tetsurou, written by @the-masked-ram - I have already showed my countless obsession over this piece because it is just that good and the fact that it's tetsu even more.

To Have and To Hold | Kuroo Tetsurou, written by @hhawks - no words. just beautiful. I truly feel lucky that there's these lovely pieces for us fat readers about tetsu, no less 🫶🏼

Separate Worlds Apart | Miya Osamu, written by @lazuruspit - the angst? the sex amidst? yearninggggggggggggggggggggggggggg, i live for it.

Nothings gonna hurt you | Bokuto Koutaro, written by @flwrbo - just lovely, really. i wanna eat him.

Along For The Ride | Miya Atsumu, written by @todorokibois - a gem that i found so late.

Wrong Send | Sakusa Kiyoomi, written by @shaisuki - need i say more, honestly.

Plan B | Kuroo Tetsurou, written by @cottonlemonade - my dumbass of a husband 🫶🏼

The Show Must Go On | Semi Eita, written by @purin-gambler - LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. charming and it's delicately intense.

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Affirmations | Gojo Satoru, written by @nnihilnovum - i've said it before that only a few works i've read with body image very well and that i really love and this is one of the best for me.

Heavenly Delight | Gojo Satoru, written by @shaisuki - this one really made me feel things 🧍🏽‍♀️

Pianissimo | Fushiguro Megumi, written by @scummy-simp - YEARNINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. beautiful beautiful beautiful work, that's all there is.

My love mine all mine | Fushiguro Toji, none other by than @shaisuki - i need to tell you that i'm not that fond of this man but the sweetness on this one😓

Say it's here - Where Our Pieces Fall in Place | Nanami Kento, written by @sukunasun - literally no words i could say to express how incredible of a writer she is.

MMA Geto | Geto Suguru, by @sukunasun as well - the way she writes tension!!! PINING!!! DENIAL!!! just brilliant.

-will add whenever. dividers by @ioveartfilm

[casspurrjoybell-21]

Pirate Chains - Volume 1 - Strong Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 22 - Drunken Bunny - Part 2

Agenor

The look of confusion in his eyes was priceless as he tried to recall what had happened. I found it quite entertaining to watch him struggle. Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock.

"I yelled at that large guy with the bat. And... Baril. Oh please tell me I didn't yell at him too."

"Don't worry about Baril," I said. "You have bigger problems now."

"But I didn't insult him, did I? He just started treating me okay and..."

"No, you didn't insult him. You just told him his galley was filthy and unhealthy."

"Oh God! Wait, I think I remember him laughing."

"Yes, you were lucky he was already drunk."

He breathed a sigh of relief but I wasn't done yet.

"Lou, on the other hand..."

"Who?"

"The guy you threatened to 'kick his ass' in front of everyone, after you chose 'storm-boy' as your favorite nickname."

His expression turned frightened and his jaw dropped. I enjoyed watching him squirm for a moment. Despite being upside down, he was still beautiful.

"I distinctly remember asking him not to call me 'girl.' He laughed at me and I can't believe I let slip what I said next," he said, looking at me with a mix of adorableness and defensiveness.

"But to be fair, he started it first. He was incredibly rude, and I was quite drunk. It was the most I had ever drank before," he took a deep breath to calm himself and then added firmly.

"I won't apologize to that bastard. If he comes seeking revenge, I'll... I'll fight him."

I couldn't help but wonder if he was truly sober. His determination to fight Lou surprised me but it also seemed foolish. Nyx never thought like a pirate, even though he probably lived among them now. It would take him a long time to resemble one.

"What about Maren? Do you remember anything about him?" I asked.

"No, I never yelled at Maren or insulted him," he replied.

He covered his eyes with his hands and said

"Oh God, please kill me now."

I struggled to suppress my laughter at his reaction.

I had been furious when I saw him pat Maren's head yesterday and declared... 'I love you monkey-boy, hang in there. I'll save you from the pirates,' ...but I had soon gotten over it after witnessing the rest of his antics.

I feigned a grave expression and uttered...

"Nyx, given your final performance yesterday, killing you would have been a merciful fate."

He opened his eyes, clearly confused. But I wasn't done yet. I reached out and pinned his head down onto the bed, locking eyes with him.

"This is taking longer than expected, so let me explain. Those gamblers were asking about the punch you kindly delivered me. They also asked if we had slept together. And you, you hushed them and said, 'Shh. Don't tell Agenor I punched him.' And to top it off, you helped them with their final bet."

Nyx stared back at me, holding his breath.

"You really put on a show," I said, smiling.

"You called them indecent and pointed to me, saying... If your devil touches me again..."

"I'll be the one who fucks him up," he finished as he remembered.

His eyes widened and he shook his head slightly in denial as he remembered his outburst. A wide smile spread across my face as his words reached my ears once more. They had taken my breath away yesterday and hearing them again now sent shivers down my spine. It was like the time he defied me by attempting to swim to his beloved Regina, his daring spirit always had a way of fully inciting me. I gazed at him, my prey and he was speechless. He pushed all my limits and his eyes betrayed his regret while his lips were slightly parted, hesitating to come up with an excuse.

Yesterday, when he was drunk, he was surprisingly no longer his polite and dignified self. But I was glad alcohol didn't affect me much, for even after all I drank, I could still enjoy and remember the show. I had seen a side of him last night that he himself might not have known existed. He was insultingly honest, rude, daring and I even got to hear him cuss. But the best part was that he was held back by nothing and no one, he was totally free. Facing my silence, Nyx thought I was angry, he broke his silence charm and stammered...

"God, I'm sorry. I told everyone. What will you do?"

I couldn't help but laugh heartily.

"You still have time to worry about others?"

"But... now they know," he said.

"So?" I replied.

When he didn't answer, I continued...

"Do you honestly believe that I care about what those hooligans think?"

He nodded hesitantly, a worried expression still etched on his face.

"You should, you're their leader."

"As the captain of this ship, the only opinion that truly matters to me is my own. I have never regretted or felt ashamed of anything I've done and I don't feel the need to justify my actions to anyone. This includes my decision to make you mine, Nyx, body and soul."

Overwhelmed by my feelings, I couldn't resist leaning in to kiss him between the eyes before passionately biting his lower lip. I could feel him protest but I silenced him with another wild kiss, exploring his mouth with my tongue. When he pulled back for air, I couldn't help but admire his flushed cheeks and that look that I adore, a heady mixture of desire, fear and denial.

The confusion in his eyes only feeds my pride, it's proof that he is tainted by the devil... by me. I smiled at him and I could see his fear subside. It pleased me to know of the effect I had on his emotions. I slipped my fingers under his collar. Then I tilted my head and lowered my voice as I spoke next to his ear...

"Now, I'd really like to see how you will fuck me up."

[pocketmemes]

star trek: deep space nine, s1e01  ∕   sentence starters dialogue taken from s1e01, “Emissary,” of the 1990′s science fiction television series by Michael Piller and Rick Berman. lightly edited for clarity.

‘ it’s gonna be okay... i’ll get you out of there. ’

‘ have we met before? ’

' sounds like they’re not ready. ’

‘ you’re throwing it all away! ’

' well then, don’t ask for my opinion next time! ’

‘ this is where the adventure is. this is where heroes are made. ’

‘ one should never look into the eyes of their own gods. ’

‘ this is going to take some getting used to. ’

‘ i’ve never figured out how to live without her. ’

‘ you have a strange eye for beauty. ’

‘ it’s really quite simple - you’re not going to leave. ’

‘ it was only the beginning of your journey. ’

‘ i’m not a thief. ’

‘ i’ve made a career of knowing when to leave. ’

‘ all my life, i’ve been forced to pass myself off as one of you. ’

‘ you may want to wait until we get safely back before you put your name in the history books. ’

‘ there is a risk, but then again, you are a gambler. ’

‘ i guess we got his attention. ’

‘ thank you for your concern. but i think we’ll see for ourselves. ’

‘ why would you want me to stay? ’

‘ oh, i love a woman in uniform. ’

‘ we have to assume they know everything we know. ’

‘ we are constantly searching, not just for answers to our questions, but for new questions. ’

‘ it is quite simply, the journey you have always been destined to take. ’

‘ i am not your enemy. allow me to prove it. ’

‘ what do you mean? you can’t do this. ’

‘ what the hell is happening out there? ’

‘ there’s nothing we can do. we have to leave. ’

‘ another time, perhaps. ’

‘ you do know how to make a perfect onion soup. ’

‘ you don’t want to ask me that. ’

‘ i cannot give you what you deny yourself. ’

‘ i have the bad habit of telling the truth, even when people don’t want to hear it. ’

‘ your mother is going to adore me. ’

‘ most people, in my experience, wouldn’t know reason if it got up and shook their hand. ’

‘ if you want a war, i’ll give you one. ’

[thunder-at-dawn]

October 5th

word count: 1,801

prompt: cuddles

summary: sapnap can’t find a single blanket or pillow anywhere in the house. when he finds the thief, a small punishment comes to mind.

i became very switch for quackity while writing this LMAO

warning: this is a sfw tickle fic! don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable :]

Sapnap had gone through a very simple day. He mainly stayed at home, and his two fiancés did the same. So if he had barely done anything, then why was he so tired?

He really couldn’t explain it to you if he wanted to. It was as if any energy he had was just… drained from him. So when he went into the shared bedroom, he fell onto the bed like a skydiver, his arms spread out as he fell onto the soft surface of the mattress.

He turned around in the bed, staring at the ceiling. Karl and Quackity were elsewhere in the house, and he was alone. As much as he loved sleeping in bed with them, he needed some alone time. There was only one small problem, and he was too tired to realize it at first.

Where was the blanket?

Laying upon the bed, Sapnap realized there was no blanket on it. He got up and looked around, it hadn’t fallen onto the floor. So next, he checked the closet where all of the blankets were kept. Not a single one was there. And all of the pillows were missing, too!

“…What?” Sapnap mumbled, extremely confused.

He walked around the area, checking every room. Every blanket and pillow in there previously was gone. Where the hell were they? He had not a single clue. It wasn’t until he stepped in the living room where he found the source of where they all were… and who the culprit was.

“Hi, Sapnap!”

“…Hi, Karl.”

Turns out, Karl was a blanket thief. Well, Sapnap already knew that he would sometimes hog the blanket in bed at night, but he had stolen every blanket, every pillow, and a few chairs to make a humongous blanket fort in the middle of the living room.

“Do you like my fort?” Karl asked, beaming with happiness.

“Um… yeah. It’s nice.” Sapnap nodded, letting out a yawn. “I, uh, kinda need a blanket though. I’m about to go to bed.”

“You’re going to bed?” He looked up, stepping out of the fort. “What? No. If you’re going to sleep, you have to do it in the best way possible. And that is inside of a blanket fort!” Karl grabbed Sapnap’s hand, leading him inside. The area was nice and cozy, and Sapnap found himself instantly relaxing, laying down on the floor of blankets.

“How long did it take for you to set this up?” He asked.

“A while.” Karl chuckled. “The blankets kept falling off of the chairs, and I got trapped under them a couple of times.” He watched Sapnap laying down, and how his eyes were struggling to stay open.

“You just came in here, are you really that tired?” He asked. Sapnap nodded, and he smiled softly. If his fiancé was going to fall asleep here, he would make sure it was a good rest that he was about to have. He started moving things around, putting a pillow under his head, and pulling a blanket over the two of them. Sapnap smiled as his lover took care of him, and the two of them smiled as they looked into each other’s eyes.

“C’mere.” Sapnap said lazily, pulling Karl towards him and wrapping his arms around his waist. He held him close, the warmth of their body’s accompanying each other. His steady breathing trailed along the side of Karl’s neck as he adjusted himself. However, he was soon distracted by sudden twitching from Karl.

Karl turned to Sapnap, seeing a mischievous glint in his eye. Both of them knew what his next move was going to be, and Karl started to giggle nervously. “Sahap- noHOho- dohon’t!”

Feeling fingers start to wiggle along his sides, Karl squirmed in Sapnap’s grasp. Even though he was tired, Sapnap still held a firm grip on him, it was quite surprising. His touches were light and soft, and it was driving Karl mad.

“You’re so cute.” Sapnap leaned over, breathing the words of affection into his neck. Karl scrunched his shoulders up, currently in a giggling frenzy.

“Nohoho- wahAhait!” Karl snickered.

“No, you’re not cute? Well, that’s a lie! And it looks like I’ll have to let you know how truthful it is.” Sapnap chuckled, speeding up the movements of his fingers along Karl’s sides. The time traveler squealed, squirming around more, and then calling out two dreaded words.

“QuahaHACKihity! Hehelp!!”

Oh shit.

Aggressive flapping could be heard down the hall, getting louder by the second. To keep him firm, Sapnap hugged his fiancé tighter, wiggling fingers digging into his sides. The other squeaked, kicking his legs as he laughed softly. Suddenly, a third lover entered the fort.

“Karl?! I heard you call, what’s going on?” Quackity asked, looking down.

“Hehe hahas mehe trAHApped!” Karl giggled as the newcomer surveyed the scene.

“Oh, come on. He was being cute.” Sapnap insisted, watching as Quackity’s lips formed into a smirk.

“Aww, Sapnap, how could you? You’re making our beautiful fiancé laugh, and you didn’t invite me?!” He chuckled, noticing Karl’s panicked expression.

“Awww, what’s wrong, mi amor? Are you just a little bit too ticklish, by chance?” The duck hybrid asked, sitting down and lightly scratching at his bare stomach, which was exposed from his hoodie being pushed up in his struggle. Karl squealed, covering his now red face.

“DOHON’T! Dohon’t saHAY thaHAT!” He instructed with a muffled voice.

“Don’t say what? Tickle? Well, I don’t see what’s wrong with it!” Said Quackity, scratching Karl’s stomach ever so lightly. “Tickle, tickle, tickle! Tickle, Tickle, Tickle~!”

“I CAHAhan’t! GuhuHUYS!!”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Sapnap decided, smiling as Karl still giggled from feeling Sapnap’s breath on his neck. As the surprise attack ceased, he let go, and Karl curled up into a ball, still giggling.

“Eres tan adorable, mi amor.” Quackity whispered, slowly running a hand through his hair. Karl soon sat up, smiling at the two of them.

“You really think that?” Karl asked. He and Sapnap had picked up some Spanish from being with Quackity, and he was able to figure out that he just called him “so adorable.”

“Of course!” Quackity lightly caressed his cheek, holding his hand underneath Karl’s chin. Karl leaned forward, smiling softly.

And that’s when round two began.

That’s when Quackity felt Karl’s hands dig into his armpits and start to scribble furiously.

“FuhuHUHUHAHA- SHIHIHIT!” Quackity screamed, his duck wings flapping violently.

“Revenge!” Karl giggled sweetly, taking his eye off momentarily to look at Sapnap. “Come on, help me out!”

After a moment of consideration, Sapnap sat up, moving towards the other two. Quackity shook his head as he noticed him approaching.

“BaHAHACK OHOFF!” He warned, yelping when Sapnap placed his hands on his shoulders.

“Why should I?” He whispered, his breath dancing across Quackity’s neck, just as he had done with Karl earlier. The gambler grabbed his beanie, pulling it down to hide his face. The other two used this to their advantage, Karl pushing Quackity to the cushioned floor. He took his hands out from under his arms, and Quackity was more relaxed.

That is, until he felt hands spreading his wings out.

“W-WAIT! Nononononononoooo…” The avian shook his head back and forth, and his lovers knew that his face was only getting more red from underneath the hoodie.

“Oh, come on. Gotta get that cute laughter out of you somehow.” Sapnap chuckled, firmly pinning Quackity’s arms above his head. Once he was held firm, Karl started to slowwwly scratch at the surface of his wings. Quackity screamed, kicking his legs and wiggling back and forth.

“NAHAHAHAHAAA! WAI- WAHAHIT!” He snickered, squirming as much as he could.

“Aww, there we go.” Sapnap breathed softly on his neck, watching him giggle like a child and scrunch up his shoulders.

“GUHUYS, PLEHEHEAHASE!!” He pleaded, laughing as Karl picked up the pace a little bit. After an extra bit of kicking and screaming, he slowed down, and Sapnap pulled the hat off from his face.

“Awww, your face is red! Look at how cute you are!” Karl beamed, leaning down and planting kisses on Quackity’s neck. Giggles fell out of his lips, and he sat up once Karl finished.

“Ahalright, alright. Your turn, Sapnap!” Quackity grinned, tackling him into a pile of pillows and digging fingers into his ribs. Sapnap had no time to react, and attempted to grab at his hands while chuckling softly.

“Noho- cohome ohon!” He threw his head back, attempting to push him off.

“What?! You’re the only one who hasn’t been tickled out of the three of us!” He giggled, moving his hands up and down. Karl came over as well, lightly tracing fingers along his stomach.

“KaHAHarl!” He squeaked, moving a hand to push at Karl now.

“Hi, Sapnap!” The time traveler giggled, starting to scratch now. His chuckles quickly turned into laughter, he squirmed around, trying to fight them off.

“Yohou’re bohoth ahasshoHOHOHOHAHA- SHIHIT!! KAHARL!!” Sapnap felt a raspberry ripple through his stomach, the fabric of his shirt enhancing the sensation.

“And you always brag about being the least ticklish out of the three of us…” Karl rolled his eyes, planting smaller raspberries and assorted kisses along his stomach.

“YohOHOu’re bohohOTH wohorse!” He insisted, hiccuping through his laughs, and then snorting.

“Did he just snort?!” Quackity grinned in astonishment, looking between the other two fiancés. “I’ve never heard him do that before!”

“Oh yeah, the stomach is a total snort spot!” Karl nodded, watching as Quackity grinned evilly.

“Right here?” He asked, sliding his hand under Sapnap’s shirt and clawing at his tummy.

“DuhuHUDE- DOHON’T!” He snorted again, weakly batting at his hand.

“How come I never knew this before? Were you hiding this spot from me?!” Quackity asked, now clawing with both hands. Sapnap squealed, hugging himself across the chest and accepting his giggly fate. Eventually, the two of them stopped, laying down next to Sapnap on each side.

“You’re so adorable. Both of you.” Karl grinned, adjusting the pillow that he was now resting his head on.

“Even if you’re mischievous as hell.” Sapnap chuckled.

“Me? Mischievous? You’re the one who started this!”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t be so ticklish then!”

“I’m not that baHAD- Hehey! Dohon’t pohoke me!”

“I’m just proving my point heHERE- Quahackity!”

“What? I’m not doing ahANYthihing!”

The banter continued, and the three of them poked at each other, and snuck in a couple more tickly attacks, until the three of them were reduced into a giggly pile of soft laughter. The comfort of the fort brought ease to the three, as well as the warmth of the blankets, and their bodies. The laughter and chatter reduced down slowly, to the point of silence, when all of them had fallen asleep, wrapped up in each other’s arms with smiles on their faces.

[angeloroki]

the angel and her prince — keigo takami

« his angel, you were his angel. or was he your prince ? your fantasy ? »

— character ; keigo takami x poc fem!reader

— genre ; fluff, maybe angst ?, au fantasy

— warnings ; suggestive content

— a/n ; i wanted to write something that venerated the beauty of the black woman, i hope it's not too lame

you had been watching him for a while from your cloud. keigo takami, the prince of a kingdom with rich lands. he was handsome, strong, young. the princesses only had eyes for him, bla-bla-bla.

but he was a gambler, he had never fallen in love according to your friend Cupid. it was this information that had piqued your curiosity.

what about you ? you were mean. it was mean from you to disappear every time, leaving no trace of your passage after making him completely in love with you.. miss, you had the unfortunate tendency to let him the next day, alone and helpless. only your feverish kisses left a sweet and bitter hint of your lips on his skin. and perhaps sometimes, if luck smiled on him, a feather or two would fall from your majestic wings, to remind him of the graceful angel that you were.

but that never stopped him from wondering when he would see you again.

while you, from your cloud, only looked at him with an amused expression. you left him with his doubts that you were just a mirage.

but why that ? simply because your selfish fear of falling in love with him prevented you from getting together with the young prince.

however, this time you had left him a nice note in your beautiful handwriting, promising him to come back as soon as possible, promising him ever softer caresses and ever more loving kisses. his heart was beating wildly. and that was the effect you were looking for. the mere thought of you gave him an incomparable adrenalin.

that night you promised him finally arrived.

the moon reflected its whitish light on your dark, luscious skin, amplifying the divine air you already naturally exuded. the soft satin sheet partly covered your goddess-like body. a painting worthy of the greatest baroque painters, you were a muse unto yourself. your lips, reddened by the kisses you had offered him, were now blowing sweetness that made him blush.

you were perfect. but this perfection was real, it was not the word you dared to say to a beautiful woman you were meeting for the first time for example. your beauty was complex, supernatural, incomparable, pure.

your smile that you would address to him when he sometimes surprised you with his stupid human features. you remeber this discussion you had with him, the first time you met him.

« i want to buy you all the jewels this land has. it's my duty as a prince, let me embellish you with crystals, gold, and precious prayers. » a narcissistic smile appeared on his beautiful face.

you rolled your eyes. human pretension.

« i already have all the gold in the world, handsome. i am the angel of beauty. »

« so maybe my poems could make you fall in love with me ? »

but, yeah, that smile that could light up an entire city without power. that smile that had the gift of giving a second chance to a wilted flower. it was one of the many things that made you an angel.

but what the prince liked best was surely your stretch marks. those slightly darker brown features on your black skin that could only gratify it. they were witnesses of a natural beauty.

as for your cherry-scented hair, it was strewn with strange golden glitter. a characteristic unique to angels, you had once revealed to him.

these imperfections, or should i say, perfections, were adored by your lover. that's why you were called the angel of beauty. simply because you were the very definition of it.

wait, had he also mentioned the beauty of your wings ? those wings that turned a light and imperceptible pink in the sunlight, and then turned bright white in a darker place. this detail, which he had noticed from admiring you in your secret garden, was perhaps what had charmed you at first.

an angelic laugh, like celestial music, escaped from your lips. you did not yet have the power to read the minds of humans, but you could see that the man in front of you only had eyes for you. and you loved it.

« marry me, y/n. we don't need a ceremony, i can get us two rings now. and we'll just have to make our vows. »

your dark eyes widened slightly.

« don't be silly, my love. »

your words seemed to sadden him a little. your hands came to meet his face which you took in your hands.

« marriage is only a futile and human way to make us belong to each other. but you are already mine, as i am yours, keigo. my embrace doesn't prove it to you enough ? » you say in a honeyed voice.

and also, maybe is it because i can't marry you, takami ? an angel could never live forever with a vile human like you. we are both victims of a romantic tragedy, keigo, you were thinking of yourself.

« i could never stop loving you. » he says in a voice filled with desire.

a strange warmth came over your cheeks. what was happening to you ? could it be the effect of love rubbing off on you ?

« continue to take me as your muse and write these fabulous poems, darling. »

« are you going to break this one's heart too ? » your friend Cupid asks you.

too busy re-tuning your harp, a faint smile lit up your face at the thought of your lover.

« mmh you tell me... i think one of your arrows must have hit me too, Cupid. »

a crisp laugh escaped his lips before he gave you a bored look.

« don't talk nonsense, angels can't fall in love. specially you, the angel of beauty. »

the angel of love was far from imagining that he was wrong.

« oh and by the way, i didn't shoot any arrows at that human, y/n. if he's madly in love with you, it's because of you. »

[dweetwise]

A bit different from my usual content, this fic features @saycheesekid 's beautiful OC Minerva who is Ace's wife from before the fog. It's my first time writing someone else's OC and I hope I did her justice, because I adore her dynamic with Ace! (Also Felix POV because apparently I'm incapable of not including him in fics)

Ships 💞: Ace x OC, Felix x his girlfriend Warnings⚠️: Miscarriage mention Word count: 2.8k

[Ace X OC] Apple of my eye

Family.

Something that Felix had always considered the most important thing in the world. From trying to make his father proud to pulling himself together and preparing to give his unborn child everything under the sun, the concept of family had shaped most of Felix's life.

And maybe that was why it was so easy for him to see how closely the dynamic of his fellow survivors resembled one.

Opposite the log to Felix's, Minerva was braiding Meg's hair into an elaborate French braid. The woman let Meg rant loudly about her latest trial, always willing to lend an ear and patiently bear the redhead's frustrations.

Nancy walked up to the duo and spoke in a low voice Felix couldn't make out the words of, prompting Minerva to pause her braiding project long enough to hand the girl what looked to be a gauze roll. Nancy departed with a smile – a rare sight that Felix had only caught a handful of times – and Minerva focused back on the angry redhead at her feet.

A loud laugh carried out across the campsite, making Felix turn his attention to where Ace looked to be showing a magic trick to a small group.

The gambler was running a poker chip over his knuckles and between his fingers, the movement of the item difficult to follow until it finally seemed to disappear into thin air.

"Where did it go?" Ace asked his audience, a grin on his face as he held up his empty hands. "Everyone check their pockets, just in case!"

The others did as instructed. When a confused Feng fished out the very same poker chip from the front pocket of her jeans, Dwight gasped and Nea laughed and Feng, furious, started pestering a smirking Ace to “Tell me how you did it, it's not fucking magic!”

Felix, however, merely deflated and looked back at the half-empty, forgotten med-kit in his lap.

On one hand, it was incredible how even amidst the death and violence of the Entity's world, the survivors had managed to form a family of their own. He saw how they each had their own roles, from Nea's youthful brashness to Bill's grumpy caring, and the camaraderie they had all formed during the last few years was something Felix was honored to be part of.

But at the same time, Felix was supposed to become a father. Yet he was always stuck at the sidelines, helpless to do anything but watch as others more suited for the task comforted those who were struggling from homesickness or a bad trial. Felix could barely instruct Quentin about toolbox efficiency without tripping over his words, much less be a parental figure for any of the poor kids trapped in this hellscape with him.

It was clear that he needed outside advice.

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Felix resumed stocking his med-kit while he waited. Fortunately, it wasn't long before Ace returned to Minerva's side.

The woman was just finishing up Meg's new braid and sent the redhead on her way with a smile, Meg excitedly bounding over to where Feng was still busy glaring at the remnants of Ace's magic trick.

"Ciao, bella," Ace leered. Felix watched him lean to place a peck on his wife's cheek. "Is your hair salon finally closed for the day?"

"I might just have time to make you pigtails," Minerva replied with a smirk. "Did you have fun messing with the children again?"

"What do you mean, mess with them? I'll have you know that was pure magic!"

Minerva rolled her eyes at her husband's antics, though she was still smiling fondly.

The couple lapsed into comfortable silence – the kind Felix assumed came from years of being married – and he figured that this might be his only chance.

"They really like you," Felix said.

Minerva and Ace both looked up to meet his eyes and Felix cleared his throat under their attention.

"The teens," Felix clarified. "It's good that they have people like you – both of you. In here."

Realizing how awkward he sounded, Felix resolutely turned his attention back to the med-kit. This whole advice thing was turning out to be a spectacularly bad idea.

"Thank you, Felix," Minerva said. At the warmth in her voice, Felix hesitantly looked back up. "I'm glad you think so."

"Absolutely!" Ace agreed. "I don't know how much I'm actually contributing aside from the occasional dad joke, but it's good for the kids to have a campfire mom, huh?"

"Oh, don't sell yourself short," Minerva said. "The dad jokes are at least a daily occurrence."

Ace chortled and even Felix smiled at the couple's easy back and forth.

"You are both really good with the younger survivors," Felix said. "Do you have children of your own?"

"Oh, no!" Ace laughed. He reached out to grab his wife's hand. "Our life was plenty chaotic without a kid thrown into the mix; can't really bring a baby to a casino or have the kid change schools every two months when we moved across the world!"

"We would have had to drastically change our lifestyle," Minerva said. "And then those years had already passed."

Minerva looked down at their joined hands with a contemplative expression. There was an unexplainable tension in the air and Felix was eager to move on from the subject.

"I see," Felix simply said. "I just thought from how natural you act with them, you seemed like you had experience in parenting."

"Well, we've been around kids a lot!" Ace said.

Minerva perked up. "I've got many nieces and nephews," she said, "And Ace has younger siblings. You often took care of them in your childhood, correct?"

"Unfortunately," Ace scrunched up his nose. "Gotta say, changing diapers is one thing I don't miss. Especially when your baby brother happens to have really good aim."

Minerva giggled and Felix politely chuckled, even though he didn't really understand the joke. What would a baby need target practice for?

"What about you?" Minerva asked, addressing Felix. "Do you have experience with children?"

"No," Felix said. "And that’s the problem. I –"

He hesitated. Though he would consider Ace and Minerva his friends, they weren’t exactly close, as Felix had been careful to keep most of his personal life private. Everyone except Élodie and a few others only knew that his girlfriend was pregnant at the time of his disappearance. Hopefully, the couple wouldn’t judge him for this.

"I fear I won't make a very good father,” Felix confessed.

Minerva's expression softened. "I'm sure that won't be the case."

"Yeah, just don't worry about it!" Ace exclaimed.

Felix stared blankly at the man's cheerful smile. If he could simply will his anxiety away, he would have done so about thirty years ago – not be stuck with it screaming at him about what a terrible parent he would make.

"Kids are easy!" Ace continued in a way of explanation. "Just talk to them and make them laugh if you can. And let them be kids and run around and climb in trees without worrying about if they'll get hurt! Kids are much tougher than they look."

“I agree with most of that,” Minerva said. “But I still wouldn't recommend things like playing catchwith them.”

"What?" Felix frowned, his idyllic fantasy of throwing a ball with his future son shattered. "I thought that was a child-safe activity. I guess the ball could injure the child, but I don't throw very hard –"

"Oh, no, baseball is absolutely fine," Minerva said, then turned to give Ace an unimpressed look. "But Ace plays catch by throwing a three-year-old six feet into the air and hoping he'll catch them –"

"And I have a one hundred percent success rate!" Ace protested. "Better than any baseball player. Totally safe activity! And your nephew loves it, he's always waddling up to me and reaching up his arms –"

While Ace kept rambling and horrifying Felix more and more by the second, Minerva looked back at Felix, shook her head and mouthed "no" and Felix instantly relaxed.

It was good that he wasn't expected to be physically throwing his child anywhere.

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Minerva and Ace kept recounting anecdotes of their own while trying to reassure Felix's new-parent-stress. They were being incredibly accommodating and didn't seem to be judging Felix for his lack of experience.

And maybe that was why Felix felt comfortable enough to ask a question that he hadn’t dared voice to anyone before.

"What if it's…" Felix hesitated. "What if the baby is a girl?"

Ace's head tilted comically in confusion – like that was the dumbest question Felix could have possibly asked.

"I didn't have any siblings," Felix hurried to explain. "I have no knowledge of what interests young girls have and what type of care they need."

Minerva smiled – still much too patient. "Well, first of all, girls aren't an alien species."

"That's exactly what an alien would say," Ace interjected.

At another look from his wife, Ace raised his hands up in surrender and quieted down.

"There’s just as much of a chance that she would end up liking soccer and a boy would want to ride horses," Minerva continued. "No matter what the child's interest or gender, they need their father's love and attention to thrive."

Felix hummed in understanding, then looked at Ace for his viewpoint.

"I mean," Ace grinned. "I'd only add that maybe don't buy a pony when the kid inevitably begs for one, but you can obviously afford it, so…"

"As long as you don't spoil them," Minerva said. "I know you have the means, but boundaries are important for a child."

Felix nodded, though that didn't really tell him anything. How was he supposed to know what purchases would further his child's well-being and what would be excessive?

Ace elbowed Minerva with a good-natured grin. "I think we lost him.”

"Sorry," Felix hurried to apologize. "I appreciate your advice. I just don't know if I'm going to be able to make the right decisions as a parent."

"Felix… I think you're forgetting that you aren't alone in this," Minerva said. "The child has two parents. You won't need to make decisions on your own; both you and the mother will come to know your child best and can decide. Together." 

"Yeah," Ace agreed, looking at Minerva with a smile. "Having someone to share the highs and lows with really makes all the difference."

Minerva returned the smile and brought up a petite hand to cup her husband's cheek. "And you wouldn't change it for the world," she murmured. "Even if they sometimes drive you insane."

Ace chuckled and leaned in to kiss her and Felix politely averted his eyes.

He hoped that one day he and his girlfriend could be as comfortable and open with each other as those two. Maybe Felix should have been more honest with her, about the work stress and his grief and fears about becoming a parent. He had seen the look of worry in her beautiful eyes every time he stumbled home late from a bar, but had brushed off her attempts at reaching out and only managed to pull himself together once she shared the news of the baby.

God, he wanted nothing more than the chance to make things right. He missed her like crazy; it had been two years in the Entity's realm and he had no way of knowing how time passed outside of here. He only hoped that she hadn’t been forced to have the child alone, an unwilling single parent struggling with the same doubts that Felix was now, in addition to thinking that Felix had abandoned them –

"Felix, I don't think you ever mentioned kt," Minerva started, pulling Felix out of his spiralling thoughts. "Can I ask how far along your girlfriend is in her pregnancy?"

"Oh," Felix said. "Four months, when I disappeared. Though I’m not sure how time progresses here; the child will probably have already been born when I return."

Minerva nodded, though there was something… odd about the faraway look in her eyes.

"Is something wrong?" Felix asked.

"No, I – ah," Minerva faltered.

"Honey…" Ace said, clear worry on his face.

Minerva, however, seemed to have made up her mind, and continued. "Please don't take it for granted," she said, her voice strained. "There’s a possibility that when you return, the child… won't be there waiting for you."

And then Minerva, normally so elegant and put-together, curled in on herself and wrapped an arm around her midsection. Shame washed over Felix; the woman’s grief was obvious, and he felt absolutely horrible for having brought up unpleasant memories.

Instantly, Ace was there. He pulled Minerva close and kissed her temple, at the roots of her hair where blonde became black.

"But even if the worst happens, you'll get through it," Ace told Felix as much as Minerva. "I know you're excited for the kid, and it'll feel like the end of the world if something happens to them," Ace's smile wavered ever so briefly. "But you'll pull through. As long as you're there for each other and give yourselves time to grieve, you'll be alright."

Minerva reached for Ace's hand again. Ace’s hand enveloped her smaller one and he rested his head on top of hers.

Felix looked down at his feet both to give them space and contemplate their words. He hadn't even considered the possibility that his child might not make it into this world; he had been much too stressed about what types of diapers to buy and which kindergartens were the best in his area.

Perhaps he needed to get his priorities in order.

"Wow, look at us," Minerva suddenly huffed. "We're scaring him with every worst-case scenario."

"Oh, ehm –" Felix stammered. "Don't worry about me."

"Aw, jeez," Ace chuckled. "We're gonna get some angry calls from your girlfriend about 'Felix keeps talking to the baby bump 24/7 and refuses to even let me go to the bathroom alone', aren't we?"

Felix felt his neck flush from embarrassment. He might be a little bit of a worrier and had a tendency to overthink things, but surely, he wouldn't be that bad –

"Felix," Minerva said, gaining his attention. She was smiling again. "I didn't mean to worry you. It's merely that… there's a lot of things nobody tells first-time parents."

Now, Felix definitely got the picture that she was speaking from experience.

"Thank you," Felix said. "I appreciate all your advice. Truly."

"Thank you for listening to us ramble," Ace grinned. "We can be a lot, I know."

"No, you were both a great help," Felix said.

"That's kind of you to say," Minerva smiled. "And I have no doubt that you'll be a great father."

Felix cleared his throat and fidgeted in his seat. "I'll try my best."

"You'll be just fine. The way you worry just shows how much you care –"

"What the fuck were you thinking!?" a distinctly Laurie-like voice screeched across the campsite, effectively interrupting their conversation.

The rare occurrence of the girl swearing had the trio turning to look over to where a small commotion had formed. Apparently, the group to arrive from the latest trial had some things they needed to air out.

"It was supposed to be a guaranteed escape!" Steve protested Laurie's verbal assault. "I had the perks and the salt offering and everything! Ace told me it would work –"

"That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard!" Yun-jin interjected from beside Laurie. "You nearly got me killed!"

"It's not dumb!"

"Argh! Minervaaa!!" Laurie yelled.

Minerva offered a small sigh. "Coming!" she hollered to the others.

"Well, looks like I'm needed elsewhere," Minerva said, rising to her feet. She brushed off her jeans and straightened her shirt – always taking care of her appearance even in this world of nothing but blood and dirt and violence.

Ace grinned and made no move to follow her. "Have fun!"

"Oh no, you're coming with me," Minerva said. Ace opened his mouth, but she was quicker. "You started this whole mess, and you'll clean it up."

"Your evidence won't hold up in court," Ace joked, yet obediently got up to join his wife. "Fine, I'll go see what the little rascal has been up to."

Ace made for where Laurie was still glaring at Steve.

"So! I heard someone is in dire need of a lawyer to get them out of these preposterous charges –" Ace began.

And that was apparently the cue for Laurie, Steve and Yun-jin to all start talking over each other.

Felix saw Minerva roll her eyes before she looked back at him.

"Another parenting lesson for you," Minerva said, the corner of her mouth quirking up. "When dealing with children, you can say goodbye to your free time."

Felix chuckled as she made her way over to the group to start sorting out not only the others' disagreement, but also her husband egging on the argument.

So maybe Felix wouldn't be the perfect parent. But from what was apparent right before his eyes when Laurie looked at Minerva speaking in clear adoration and Steve grinned at Ace defending him, Felix’s child would probably still love him.

[shisnhou]

— jujutsu kaisen

- fluff

you’re beautiful, gojo satoru

caught, fushiguro megumi

one more love song, nanami kento

- angst

just friends, gojo satoru

traitor, gojo satoru

selfish, gojo satoru

i don‘t know how to love, fushiguro megumi

end of the world, nanami kento

atlantis, fushiguro megumi

kill gojo, gojo satoru

- headcannons

inumaki meeting someone who knows how to sign

- drabbles

home sweet home, nanami kento

everything, itadori yuuji

love song, fushiguro megumi

when i met you, nanami kento

after dark, gojo satoru

gambler! toji

everybody loves somebody, gojo satoru

toji fushiguro thirst

adore you, fushiguro megumi

a dangerous game with gojo satoru

red bone, fushiguro toji

kiss it better, nanami kento

the hills, nanami kento

shameless, gojo satoru

until i found you, fushiguro megumi

under the influence, geto suguru

shinshou’s directory, requests

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