#one pact love triangle

[mirisss]

To Follow the Heart

Jay Chang x reader x Yoon Jongwoo

Wordcount ≈ 3.6k

Warnings: Love triangle, that’s pretty much it

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it! 

Third Person POV

As the autumn leaves danced in the crisp air, Jongwoo and Jay strolled across the college campus, their laughter echoing against the buildings. They were inseparable, the kind of friends who shared everything from childhood secrets to aspirations for the future. Their bond was forged in the fires of countless adventures and misadventures.

College had ushered in a new chapter in their lives, but their friendship remained the sturdy anchor amidst the sea of change. One fateful day, their world expanded when they encountered a newcomer to their circle: (Y/n).

(Y/n) had an aura of warmth that drew people in like moths to a flame. With her easy smile and gentle demeanor, she effortlessly charmed everyone she met. It was no different when she bumped into Jongwoo and Jay at the campus library.

"I'm so sorry," she exclaimed, her eyes widening in apology as her books scattered across the floor.

Jongwoo and Jay quickly knelt down to help her gather her belongings. "No worries," Jongwoo said with a grin. "We're experts at causing chaos."

(Y/n) chuckled, her cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. "Well, it seems I've stumbled into the right company then."

From that moment on, their friendship blossomed like a wildflower in spring. (Y/n) seamlessly integrated into their dynamic, adding her own unique perspective to their conversations and adventures. Whether they were studying late into the night or embarking on impromptu road trips, the trio became an unstoppable force, bound together by laughter, loyalty, and love.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Jongwoo, Jay, and (Y/n) found themselves inseparable. Their friendship flourished as they embarked on new adventures, shared countless laughs, and supported each other through life's ups and downs.

But amidst the comfort of their close-knit bond, subtle shifts began to stir beneath the surface. Jongwoo found himself captivated by (Y/n)'s infectious laughter and unwavering kindness. Jay couldn't help but admire (Y/n)'s intelligence and the effortless way she lit up a room with her presence. And (Y/n), in turn, found herself drawn to both Jongwoo's charming smile and Jay's unwavering loyalty.

Yet, with the unspoken understanding that their friendship was sacred, they buried their burgeoning feelings deep within their hearts, afraid to disrupt the delicate balance they had forged together. They feared that expressing their romantic desires could fracture the foundation of their friendship, leaving them adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

As they navigated the complexities of their emotions, tension simmered beneath the surface, like a dormant volcano waiting to erupt. Their interactions became tinged with unspoken longing, fleeting glances laden with unfulfilled desire.

But despite the allure of what could be, they remained steadfast in their commitment to each other, determined to preserve the sanctity of their friendship above all else. Little did they know, however, that the tumultuous currents of love would soon come crashing down upon them, threatening to unravel the very fabric of their bond.

The soft glow of the television illuminated Jongwoo's apartment, casting shadows across the cozy living room where Jongwoo and (Y/n) sat side by side on the couch. The aroma of freshly popped popcorn lingered in the air as they settled in for their movie night, the comfortable silence between them a testament to the ease of their friendship.

As the movie played in the background, Jongwoo couldn't help but steal glances at (Y/n) out of the corner of his eye. He watched as she leaned forward, her eyes fixed on the screen with rapt attention, her lips curved into a slight smile at the unfolding plot. With each passing moment, Jongwoo felt his heart swell with affection, the familiar warmth of longing stirring within him.

Beside him, (Y/n) shifted slightly, her arm brushing against his as she reached for a handful of popcorn from the bowl between them. The contact sent a jolt of electricity coursing through Jongwoo's veins, igniting a firestorm of emotions he had long tried to suppress.

Heart pounding, Jongwoo hesitated for a moment before tentatively reaching out to adjust the blanket draped over (Y/n)'s shoulders. His fingers grazed her skin, sending a shiver down his spine as he felt the softness beneath his touch. Their eyes met in a fleeting moment of shared intensity, the unspoken longing hanging heavy in the air between them.

Suddenly, the room felt smaller, the air thick with unspoken desire as they teetered on the precipice of something unknown. With a courage born of desperation, Jongwoo leaned in closer, his breath catching in his throat as he dared to close the distance between them.

For a heartbeat, time stood still as their lips hovered mere inches apart, the tantalizing promise of what could be beckoning them forward. But just as they were on the brink of crossing the threshold into uncharted territory, the shrill sound of Jongwoo's phone shattered the fragile bubble of intimacy, jolting them back to reality with a harsh reminder of the forbidden nature of their desires.

Flustered, Jongwoo scrambled to answer the call, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to regain his composure. But as he turned back to face (Y/n), he found her gaze averted, her cheeks flushed with a blush of embarrassment.

In that moment, they both knew that the delicate balance of their friendship had been irrevocably altered, the once innocent touches now laden with the weight of unspoken longing. And as they sat in the silence that stretched between them, the echoes of their unspoken desires lingered like a ghost in the room, haunting them with the knowledge that their once platonic bond may never be the same again.

In the days that followed their intimate moment on Jongwoo's couch, an unspoken tension hung in the air whenever Jongwoo and (Y/n) found themselves alone together. They navigated their interactions with a careful balance, tiptoeing around the elephant in the room, each silently grappling with the weight of unspoken desires.

Yet, in the light of day, they buried their feelings beneath layers of friendship, their conversations laced with laughter and shared memories as they pretended that nothing had changed. They immersed themselves in the safety of their routine, clinging to the familiarity of their bond like a lifeline amidst the turbulent sea of their emotions.

But as night fell and the world grew quiet, their thoughts inevitably turned to the stolen moment of intimacy they had shared, the memory of their almost-kiss lingering like a bittersweet melody in the recesses of their minds. Alone in the darkness, they wrestled with the conflicting desires that threatened to consume them, their hearts torn between the comfort of friendship and the allure of something more.

Each night, as they lay awake in their respective beds, they found themselves haunted by the ghost of what could have been, their minds consumed by fantasies of a future that remained just out of reach. They danced on the edge of temptation, teetering on the brink of a precipice that promised both ecstasy and heartache in equal measure.

But with each passing night, the distance between them grew, the chasm widening as they retreated further into the safety of denial, afraid to confront the truth that lay dormant within their hearts. And as they continued to navigate the complexities of their friendship, they found themselves caught in a delicate dance of longing and restraint, their unspoken desires a silent symphony that echoed through the night, a testament to the fragile nature of the human heart.

As Jay and (Y/n) pored over their textbooks, the soft glow of the desk lamp casting shadows across the room, the air crackled with the energy of impending exams and late-night study sessions. Their laughter echoed against the walls as they traded notes and shared study tips, the easy camaraderie between them a testament to their close friendship.

But as the night wore on and fatigue began to set in, a subtle shift occurred in the atmosphere, the air thick with unspoken tension as they found themselves drawn together by an invisible force. Their eyes met across the table, a silent understanding passing between them as they teetered on the edge of something unknown.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as Jay reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from (Y/n)'s face, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins. She met his gaze with a mixture of uncertainty and longing, her heart pounding in her chest as she dared to lean in closer, her lips hovering just inches away from his.

For a heartbeat, they lingered in the space between them, the world falling away as they were consumed by the magnetic pull of desire. And then, with a sigh of surrender, they closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a tender kiss that ignited a firestorm of emotions neither of them could deny.

In that moment, the lines between friendship and something more blurred into oblivion, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace as they lost themselves in the sweetness of the forbidden. And as they surrendered to the intoxicating rush of desire, they knew that there was no turning back, their once platonic bond irrevocably transformed by the undeniable truth of their shared longing.

But even as they reveled in the euphoria of their newfound connection, they couldn't shake the lingering guilt that gnawed at the edges of their consciousness, the knowledge that their actions threatened to upend the delicate balance of their friendship weighing heavy on their hearts.

And as they lay tangled in each other's arms, the echoes of their forbidden love reverberating through the stillness of the night, they knew that they had embarked on a journey fraught with uncertainty, their hearts torn between the comfort of familiarity and the intoxicating allure of the unknown.

As their lips touched in a brief, fleeting moment of intimacy, (Y/n)'s heart pounded erratically in her chest. But before the warmth of the kiss could fully envelop her, she gently pushed Jay away, her eyes clouded with conflict and regret.

"I... I can't," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her own heart. Jay's brows furrowed in confusion, his gaze searching (Y/n)'s face for some semblance of explanation.

"Why?" Jay asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of disappointment and longing. "What's wrong?"

Tears welled in (Y/n)'s eyes as she struggled to find the words to convey the turmoil raging within her. "It's Jongwoo," she admitted, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "And... and because of me."

Jay's heart sank as he processed her words, the weight of her confession settling over him like a heavy cloak. He had suspected as much, but hearing (Y/n) speak the truth aloud only made the situation more painful to bear.

"I understand," Jay murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he took a step back, the distance between them a painful reminder of the chasm that now lay between them. "I'm sorry, (Y/n). I didn't mean to... I didn't want to make things complicated."

(Y/n) shook her head, her own tears threatening to spill over as she reached out to grasp Jay's hand, her fingers trembling against his skin. "It's not your fault," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I just... I can't bear to lose what we have, Jay. Our friendship means everything to me."

With a heavy heart, Jay nodded in understanding, his own tears glistening in the dim light of the room. "I know," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I'll always be here for you, (Y/n), no matter what."

And with that, he turned and left, his footsteps echoing in the silence that stretched between them, leaving (Y/n) alone with her thoughts and the painful realization of what could have been.

Seated across from her friend Minnie in the cozy confines of her apartment, (Y/n) fidgeted nervously, her mind awash with conflicting emotions. With a heavy sigh, she finally mustered the courage to broach the subject that had been weighing heavily on her heart.

"Minnie," (Y/n) began, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I need your help. I... I don't know what to do."

Minnie regarded her friend with a sympathetic expression, her eyes filled with understanding. "Of course, (Y/n)," she replied gently. "What's on your mind?"

(Y/n) took a deep breath, steeling herself for the words that were about to spill forth. "It's Jongwoo and Jay," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I have feelings for both of them."

Minnie's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but she remained silent, allowing (Y/n) to continue.

"And... and I'm pretty sure they both have feelings for me too," (Y/n) admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the confession. "But I don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt either of them, but I can't deny how I feel."

Minnie nodded in understanding, her expression thoughtful as she considered (Y/n)'s dilemma. "Okay," she said gently. "Let's take a step back for a moment. Forget about everything else and just focus on each of them individually. Tell me about Jongwoo."

(Y/n) took a moment to collect her thoughts before speaking. "Jongwoo... he's always been there for me," she began, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she thought of her friend. "He's kind, caring, and incredibly supportive. He knows me better than anyone else, and he makes me feel safe."

Minnie nodded, absorbing (Y/n)'s words before prompting her to continue. "And Jay?"

"Jay... he's different," (Y/n) admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "He's charming, loyal, and he always knows how to make me laugh. There's a spark between us that I can't quite explain, but it's always been there, lurking beneath the surface."

Minnie listened intently, her expression thoughtful as she processed (Y/n)'s words. "It sounds like you have deep connections with both of them," she mused. "But ultimately, (Y/n), the decision is yours to make. Follow your heart, but remember to consider everyone's feelings in the process."

(Y/n) nodded, her mind swirling with newfound clarity. "Thank you, Minnie," she said gratefully, a sense of determination settling over her like a warm blanket. "I think I know what I need to do now."

Jongwoo’s ending

After much contemplation and seeking advice from her friend Minnie, (Y/n) realizes that her heart has been leaning towards Jongwoo all along. With a sense of clarity, she decides to confess her feelings to him and pursue a relationship with him. The kiss with Jay, it just didn’t feel right. 

When she meets Jongwoo for a private conversation, her heart pounds with nervous anticipation. Taking a deep breath, she gathers her courage and pours out her feelings, expressing how she values their friendship but also desires something more. To her relief, Jongwoo reciprocates her feelings, admitting that he has harbored romantic feelings for her for quite some time.

Their conversation is filled with shared smiles and unspoken promises, and as they embrace each other, they both know that they are embarking on a new chapter of their relationship.

Meanwhile, Jay's heart sinks when (Y/n) breaks the news to him. Despite feeling a pang of disappointment, he respects her decision and offers his support wholeheartedly. Though it's difficult for him to see (Y/n) with someone else, he finds solace in the knowledge that their friendship will endure, albeit in a different form.

A few days, at their first official date

The warm glow of the setting sun bathed the park in a soft, golden light as Jongwoo and (Y/n) strolled hand in hand along the winding path. It had been a perfect day spent together, filled with laughter, shared moments, and the undeniable spark of newfound love.

As they found themselves a secluded spot beneath the shade of a sprawling oak tree, Jongwoo couldn't help but feel overcome with emotion. His heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having (Y/n) by his side, and he knew that he had to seize the moment.

"(Y/n)," Jongwoo began, his voice soft and filled with tenderness as he turned to face her, his gaze locking with hers. "There's something I've been wanting to do."

Curiosity flickered in (Y/n)'s eyes as she looked up at him, her heart racing with anticipation. "What is it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Without another word, Jongwoo gently cupped (Y/n)'s face in his hands, his touch tender and reverent as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches away from hers. Time seemed to stand still as the world around them faded into the background, leaving only the two of them in their own little bubble of serenity.

And then, with a gentle yet firm pressure, Jongwoo closed the distance between them, capturing (Y/n)'s lips in a tender, heartfelt kiss. It was a moment of pure bliss, a symphony of emotions and sensations that washed over them like a tidal wave, leaving them breathless and exhilarated.

As they pulled away, a soft smile played on Jongwoo's lips, his eyes sparkling with love and adoration. "(Y/n)," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth. "I love you."

Tears welled in (Y/n)'s eyes as she returned his smile, her heart overflowing with happiness. "I love you too, Jongwoo," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion as she leaned in to kiss him once more, sealing their love with a promise that would last a lifetime.

Jay’s ending

After soul-searching and seeking counsel from her friend Minnie, (Y/n) comes to the realization that her heart truly belongs to Jay. With a sense of resolve, she decides to take a leap of faith and confess her feelings to him, hoping for a chance at a deeper connection.

When she finally musters the courage to speak with Jay privately, her palms sweat with nervousness. With trembling words, she lays bare her emotions, confessing her love for him and expressing her desire to explore a romantic relationship.

To her joy and relief, Jay's eyes light up with surprise and happiness as he admits that he has harbored feelings for her as well. Their conversation is filled with laughter and tears as they share their hopes and dreams for the future.

As they embrace each other, (Y/n) feels a sense of peace wash over her, knowing that she has made the right choice.

Meanwhile, Jongwoo struggles to come to terms with (Y/n)'s decision. Though he is heartbroken, he ultimately understands and respects her choice. Despite the ache in his heart, he wishes them both well, silently mourning the loss of what could have been.

The anticipation hung thick in the air as Jay stood outside (Y/n)'s apartment, his heart pounding with nervous excitement. It was their first official date, and he couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in his stomach as he waited for her to emerge.

When (Y/n) finally appeared, Jay's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. She looked radiant, her smile lighting up her face as she stepped out, her hair cascading in gentle waves around her shoulders.

"You look amazing," Jay said, unable to tear his gaze away from her as he offered her a bouquet of her favorite flowers.

(Y/n) blushed at the compliment, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue as she accepted the flowers with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Jay," she replied, her voice soft with emotion.

With a sense of exhilaration coursing through him, Jay offered (Y/n) his arm, a grin spreading across his face as they set off on their adventure.

Their first stop was a quaint little café tucked away in a charming corner of the city. As they settled into a cozy booth, Jay found himself captivated by (Y/n)'s laughter and the easy flow of conversation between them.

Over cups of steaming coffee and plates of delectable pastries, they shared stories and dreams, each moment filled with the promise of a future yet to unfold.

From there, they embarked on a leisurely stroll through the bustling streets, hand in hand as they explored the hidden gems of the city. They marveled at the vibrant street art adorning the walls and savored the simple joy of being in each other's company.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city skyline, Jay led (Y/n) to a secluded spot overlooking the river. With the soft sound of water lapping against the shore as their backdrop, Jay pulled (Y/n) into his arms, his heart swelling with affection.

"I'm so glad I get to spend this time with you," Jay said, his voice filled with sincerity as he looked into (Y/n)'s eyes.

(Y/n) smiled, her heart fluttering with happiness as she leaned into Jay's embrace. "Me too, Jay," she replied, her voice tinged with warmth. "This has been perfect."

And as they watched the sunset in a blaze of orange and gold, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the countless adventures that lay ahead, knowing that with Jay by her side, every moment would be filled with love and laughter.

[ozzgin]

Yandere!Merman x Reader x Yandere!Prince

One day, you bring home a monstrous creature as the future groom for the much-demanded marriage. The family is in despair, and a foreign Prince vows to change your mind. Based on Antonín Dvořák's Rusalka. content: gender neutral reader, angst, love triangle

You return home with a triumphant smile, marching towards the grand room and opening the doors with fanfare. Your family has been pestering you to get married for months now, piling endless proposals on your study desk and inviting nameless royalty to meet you in hopes they'd catch your interest.

"I have found a groom," you declare with a sombre, official tone as your parents nearly tumble out of their seats, rattling the afternoon teacups. The servants, too, swarm over to witness your arrival: they'd never heard such confidence in your voice.

They all gather around, lips pursed in expectation, eyes widened towards the entrance. At last, as promised, someone appears behind you: A pallid creature with a sickly face, walking along crookedly, with clumps of dark locks framing the length of his bony, slender body.

It's...monstrous. One maid begins to fan herself in horror, while your mother returns to her cushioned chair with trembling hands. What a frightful sight! Surely this can't be a proper human; a ghastly fiend, perhaps, a ghoul haunting the forests at night, but no man to stand with you before a holy altar!

"He said he loves me, you see," you explain with flushed cheeks. "Well, he didn't explicitly say it...as I don't think he can speak at all. Yet, I can tell."

The pale beast nods fervently to your words.

Oh, yes, he does love you so very much. After all, he sold his soul and his voice just to walk the Earth with you! From the moment he caught a glimpse of you, he knew you were meant to be his. A fate seamed by the Gods themselves; he was certain of it.

There was one hurdle he was forced to overcome in order to properly face you. He is a water spirit, you see. A merman, yes, that’s how the humans often call him. He dwells at the bottom of the ocean, swimming with the frothing waves, luring the unsuspecting sailors to their early demise. It was during one of your boat travels that he laid his eyes on you. Immediately, viciously, his heart begun to throb with yearning. He needed to have you in his embrace at all costs.

Consequently, and without much stalling, he decided to leave the azure of the sea behind and crawl his way on land, searching for his betrothed. His father was enraged, but he knew better than to prod his son’s stubbornness. Before he knew it, the sallow creature was obediently standing in front of Ježibaba the Witch, signing the cursed pact that would leave him mute. Should the love fade, she warned, he’d be dragged back into the depths, fettered by the swamp mud, cursed to live as a will-o’-the-wisp, bringer of death and despair.

Child, night after night your siblings will weep for you! There’s no help for you, once a human has enticed you into their power.

With limbs foreign to him, he pitifully stumbled across the shore, where you found him in the early hours of the morning. At last, he thought, he’d be at your side.

Your family is not alone in their sorrows. Among the many suitors, there’s a certain foreign Prince who’s not quite ready to accept your decision. No, it simply cannot be. No one else in this world loves you like he does; of that he is certain. Whatever vile charlatan you’ve brought into your home is all but a mockery in the face of his feelings.

With a wrathful step, he strides towards the castle, cursing this newfound love of yours. He doesn’t play games of fate, nor does he need the wicked magic of witches and devils. His pace is confident, imposing; a far cry from the meagre slither of the monstrous merman. There’s something your wild beast will never have, something his soul is devoid of: passion. Alas, you will soon discover what it truly means to be adored by a human. Not just any human, mind you, but someone of his nobility and virtue.

The prince is welcomed by a pair of whispering servants. They bemoan the terror that has befallen their estate, the trickery that engulfed your royal heart, causing you to long after a creature of the night. What could have possessed you in that very moment, when you stumbled upon the demon?

Like clockwork, their voices are abruptly hushed by the shuffle of uncertain feet. The men turn around and immediately frown at the mysterious groom. Whatever summoned him in their presence is irrelevant. The prince shoves the terrified group aside, standing proud before the crooked figure.

“I don’t know what sorcery lies at the bottom of your deceit - convincing someone of (Y/N)’s grace to even gaze in your direction - but you’re better off returning to the hole you crawled out of.”

He briefly glances at the servants who’re holding their breaths at the exchange.

“They bear witness to my mercy! I will allow you to leave, though mistake not my kindness for naivety. (Y/N) was promised to me in marriage, and I shan’t permit anyone to interfere with my plans. This sword,” he threatens, placing a hand over the leather sheath, “this sword has slayed ogres twice as frightful.”

He pauses, searching his rival’s eyes, unable to find the fear he hoped to instil with his intimidation tactics. Very well, if death isn’t the answer to ridding himself of the plague...

“I’ll tell you what,” the prince finally continues, twisting his mouth in a pained frown, “you’re fooling yourself if you think (Y/N) feels anything but pity for you. Can you look at me, man to man, and tell me you love them with the same passion?”

There it is, that cursed word once more, ensnarling him tightly and pressing against his chest like the branding of hot iron. The merman’s hands curl in a fist, yet he is unable to speak, to shout, to cry. The creeping shadow of doubt suddenly engulfs him: is it truly the lack of voice that holds him back? Or might this man speak the truth? He is, after all, a monster that was never meant to walk on land, a spirit belonging to the waters. Could his adoration compare with that of other humans, with their warmth, with their vigorous, beating hearts?

A thread snaps. The merman’s soul is heavy, trampled by gloom and despair. Perhaps the Gods were merely laughing at his ridiculous dreams, dangling the hook of false hope before his hungry jaws, watching him writhe on the surface until the lungs collapse. The ground spins and the air is bitter, scorching his throat. As if pulled by invisible hands, his body hurries outside, across the rocky shore and into the foam of the waves; Ježibaba’s words echo against his eardrums. He sinks.

“Where’s the groom?”

You freeze in the doorframe, baffled to find one of your suitors in your room. The foreign prince welcomes you with a deep bow, gripping one of your hands with greed and pressing it against his lips.

“It has returned to its depths. I hope you understand,” he pleads, almost throwing himself at your feet. “Such a creature has no place among us.”

“What nonsense are you spewing?” the venom in your words causes the young man to tug at his chest. What must he do for you to accept him?

You nonchalantly slap his hand off you, then turn on your heels and scurry down the hall, followed by the panicked prince.

“Don’t be foolish! He’s been cursed, a damned ghoul dwelling at the bottom of the swamp, drowning humans who wander too close.”

His usual tenacity has faded, voice cracking with anguish and envy. This time it’s you who walks with unbreaking determination, reaching for the marsh. His mind races within a fog, trying to come up with a way to stop you in your tracks. He could draw his weapon, of course. Instinctually, his toned arm grips the handle, picturing the swing of the blade - a necessary evil? No, you’d never forgive such violence, and he can’t bear the thought of you despising him anymore than you do now.

It’s too late. Your expensive, polished shoes dip lightly into the mud, causing you to advance more steadily. You begin shouting without aim, scanning the area and praying for an answer.

Truth be told, he was indeed hoping you would return: the faintest of wish he dared to keep in his aching heart. The merman claws his way out of the murk, revealing his even paler figure. His beloved, his dearest! To see you in front of him like this is worth all the damnation in the world.

The prince involuntarily grabs your wrist. This is his final chance to convince you of his devotion, of his undying loyalty. He would burn the entire world down just to have you look in his direction. A vague smile crosses his face; to hear his own shameless thoughts...A noble turned into a beggar. He never expected to find himself trapped in such a miserable yearning.

The swamp is quiet, save for your laboured breaths. You’re burdened by indecisiveness. You...

[astra-ravana]

Witch's Marks

Throughout history, certain bodily features, marks, and signs have been associated with witchcraft. Some were used as evidence in witch trials, while others are esoteric indicators of magickal potential. This guide explores birthmarks, scars, deformities, palmistry signs, and other physical features believed to mark someone as a witch.

The Devil’s Mark (Historical Accusations)

During European and Colonial American witch trials, interrogators searched for "witch marks"—signs that a person had made a pact with the Devil. These included:

• Birthmarks, moles, or skin discolorations – Believed to be "kissed" or marked by spirits.

• Unusual scars – Especially if they did not bleed or were insensitive to pain.

• Extra nipples or "witch's teat" – Supposedly used to nurse familiars or demons.

• Cold or unbleeding spots – Accused witches were pricked with needles; if they didn’t bleed, it was considered proof of guilt.

• Webbed fingers or extra digits – Rare genetic traits mistaken for supernatural origins.

Many of these were simply natural bodily variations but were feared in times of witch hunts and superstition.

Birthmarks & Deformities (Signs of Magical Power)

In folklore, specific birthmarks were considered signs of innate witchery or past-life connections to magick:

• Crescent Moon Birthmark – A birthmark in the shape of a moon was thought to indicate a connection to lunar magick and intuition.

• Pentagram or Star-shaped Marks – Rare but sometimes reported, believed to signify natural protection and spiritual insight.

• Heart-shaped Birthmarks – Associated with love magick and emotional sensitivity.

• Red or Wine-Colored Marks (Port-Wine Stains) – In some cultures, these were seen as marks of a fire-witch or one chosen by spirits.

• Marks on the Hands or Feet – A birthmark on the palm was believed to give heightened intuition.

• Eye Discoloration (Heterochromia or Unusual Eyes) – Seen as a sign of second sight or fae lineage.

Palmistry Indicators of a Witch

Palmistry holds many signs that indicate a natural witch, healer, or mystic. The most significant ones include:

• The Mystic Cross or Secret Cross(X Between Heart & Head Lines) – A powerful mark of psychic ability and magickal talent.

• Psychic Crosses - Potent psychic ability, blessed by the planets at birth.

• The Healer’s Mark (Multiple Vertical Lines on the Mercury Mount) – Found on those gifted in energy work, spellcraft, and healing.

• The Conjure Mark - A star mark under the ring finger that indicates special talents in magick and spiritual favor.

• The Mystic M - 'M' shaped lines that indicate heightened intuition and mystical abilities.

• The Ring of Solomon (A Semi-circle Under the Index Finger) – Indicates a deep understanding of occult wisdom and esoteric arts.

• The Deep Cross - An inverted cross that symbolizes cleverness, trickiness, luck, and a connection to the crossroads.

• The Psychic Triangle - Indicator of strong psychic abilities.

• The Fate Line Merging with the Life Line – Shows a destiny closely tied to magick and spirituality.

• Astral Travel Lines - Indicator of ability to transcend time and space.

• The Debtor's Mark - Indicates a generational curse, appears as an 'X' on the thumb.

• A Star on the Mount of Moon (Near the Base of the Palm) – Indicates prophetic dreams, intuition, and a connection to spirits.

• Curved or Clawed Index Finger – Called the "witch’s finger", symbolizing strong will and magickal power.

• Unusual Fingernail Shapes – Some traditions claim long, almond-shaped, or black-ridged nails indicate magickal energy.

Facial & Eye Features of a Witch

Certain facial traits were thought to reveal innate magickal abilities:

• Different Colored Eyes (Heterochromia) – Considered a sign of foresight or fae ancestry.

• Deep-Set or Piercing Eyes – Often linked to hypnotic power and psychic perception.

• Naturally Arched or "Fox-Like" Eyebrows – Some folklore says this reveals a cunning or spellcasting nature.

• A Widow’s Peak Hairline – In some cultures, a widow’s peak was seen as a sign of powerful intuition.

Other Supernatural Bodily Features

• Toes of Equal Length (Greek Foot) – Thought to be a mark of spiritual leaders, witches, or powerful souls.

• Long or Slender Fingers – Associated with energy manipulation and spellcasting.

• Naturally Cold Hands – In some traditions, this was seen as a sign of spirit sensitivity.

• Naturally White or Silver Hair (Young Age) – Seen as a sign of wisdom beyond one's years and magical lineage.

• Unusual Hair Growth Patterns – Some cultures believed a single streak of white hair indicated past-life magic use.

• Unusually Pale or Unnaturally Dark Skin (Relative to Ancestry) – In folklore, extreme contrast in skin tone was thought to mark those "touched" by magic.

Scars & Witch Marks from Rituals

Some witches intentionally mark themselves with scars, tattoos, or ritual wounds as signs of initiation, devotion, or power. These include:

• Self-Carved Sigils or Runes – Done in blood magic or personal empowerment rituals.

• Burn Marks (Fire Walkers or Flame-Proof Witches) – Some traditions claim that a witch initiated into fire magic might have a burn-resistant patch of skin.

• Scars from Spiritual Battles or Shamanic Trials – Found in spirit workers and energy healers, especially in Indigenous traditions.

While historical witch marks were often used to persecute and harm innocent people, many esoteric traditions still recognize certain physical signs as indicators of magical gifts. Whether birthmarks, palmistry signs, or deliberate markings, these features connect people to the ancient mystical heritage of witchcraft.

Do you have any of these witch marks? Many believe that discovering such features can be a sign of magical potential, past-life witchcraft, or a deep connection to the unseen world.

[imawreck]

✨Prompt List✨

Hello my darling readers! I’ve decided to do a prompt list/writing challenge for myself with your help! Choose any of these 50 prompts (or leave one of your own), mix and match, and comment or leave an ask in my ask box! It can be any of these listed characters below. I will write NSFW 18+, but it depends on the content requested. I tend to write Fem!reader, but I can always substitute! Please don’t be afraid to reach out with your requests!

Disclaimer: I literally compiled this from many different Pinterest lists that I liked so most of them are from other lists that I went “ohhh that’s nice, I like that” and added to this one. Credit to those out there on the internet and their genius ideas.

💕Characters💕

The walking Dead

- Daryl Dixon

Teen Wolf

- Scott McCall

- Liam Dunbar

- Theo Raeken

- Stiles Stilinski

Marvel

- Bucky Barnes

- Loki Laufeyson

- Thor Odinson

- Steve Rogers

- Peter Parker (Tom or Andrew)

Vampire Diaries

- Elijah Mikaelson

- Damon Salvatore

- Kai Parker

Supernatural

- Dean Winchester

- Sam Winchester

- Castiel

👀 Tropes👀

Dads best friend

Enemies to lovers

Hurt/comfort

One bed

Fake dating

Bodyguard

Grumpy/sunshine

Secret dating

In love with the enemy

Forced proximity

Near death/injured

Soulmates

Age gap

Second chance

Love triangle

Stalker

Serial killer

Blackmail

One night stand

Marriage pact

Pen pals

🫶🏻Prompts 🫶🏻

“You think I’m going to leave you here?”

“You don’t deserve this… me.”

“You look pretty like this.”

“That’s my fucking Wife!”

“You really don’t know how much I love you?”

“ I like her. Like, really like her. But… she scares me a little.”

“Who made you the leader?”

“Im not pissed, this is just my face.”

“This thing we’ve got going on, it’s so much more than it ever used to be.”

“Why am I always your second option?”

“Get away! You’re hurting them!”

“Why wouldn’t I save you?”

“Stop biting that fucking lip!”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Do you ever mean the things you say?”

“What are we?” “I… I’m not sure.”

“I’ll feel so much better if you let me walk you home.”

“It is my duty to take care of you, so stop forcing me away.”

“Why can’t you see what’s right in front of you?”

“Shh. Stop fussing, I’m braiding your hair.”

“Don’t be silly. I want to stay up with you.”

“Your bedhead is really cute.”

“Stop acting like you’re in love with me. I might actually start believing it.”

“You feel it too, don’t you?”

“Your parents/friends hate me. You do know that right?”

“My Ex won’t leave me alone, okay? I’m in desperate need of a diversion.”

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

“I just want to be yours.”

“Nothing will take me from you.”

“When you love something, you protect it.”

“Can’t you go just five minutes without messing something up?”

“Dance with me?”

“Don’t… Don’t leave. Please.”

“I don’t know you anymore.”

“Can you keep holding my hand?”

“I think you’d look cuter with me.”

“I see the way you look at them.”

“I can be good, just give me another chance.”

“Do I make you nervous?”

“Me? As in…me?”

“You chose her.”

“How is it fair that when you protect people, you’re the hero, but when I protect people, I’m the monster?"

“I paid the price no one else was willing to pay.”

“Of all the people I had to be stuck in an elevator with, it had to be you.”

“Why is there a magic portal in the bathroom?”

“I dare you to kiss them.”

“Oh, you’re still alive?”

“I love you.” “That’s a bad life decision.”

“Please be quiet. I can’t even hear myself losing the will to live.”

“Interrupt my reading one more time, and this book will become a lethal weapon.”

[ragnarokhound]

kon and jason form a bond over the fact that both of them have a crush on tim and tim is oblivious about it. they still hate each other, obviously, but it's nice to get drunk with someone who understands, you know? except after nearly half a year of occasionally getting drunk and bitching about tim, they hook up. and then they keep on hooking up. but really they both want tim! which is about when tim walks in on them.

anon. anon i am taking you by the shoulders. this is beautiful to me. do you get how much I love the 'i love him not you, but he's not here and besides, you're the only other bitch around who i'd trust him with /derogatory' and how good that is for jaykon(tim)??? dO YOU??? (the mutual mutual pining. the pact between two people who both know who they're actually in love with. the potential for a True love triangle to form. slow burn in one direction, enemies to friends to lovers in another. i'm feral over this)

The first time it happened, it was completely by accident.

Neither of them could really be held accountable, so neither of them could really blame each other. No matter how much Jason would like to blame the superclone for literally everything that transpired, always and forever, it can’t be helped. There’s no one at fault but good old Jack Daniels. Jason hadn’t even known supers could get drunk, but maybe that’s Kon’s human half at work. Or maybe he laces it with kryptonite dust or neurotoxin or whatever. Jason doesn’t really give a fuck how Kon gets his kicks. He just knows that the two of them are the only motherfuckers who get it— and while that doesn’t make them friends by any means, it definitely makes them de facto drinking buddies. They are united by one thing, and one thing only: a horrific, embarrassing, deeply acute, and likely terminal attraction to one Timothy Jackson Drake. Yeah. They know. One unlikely team up on a mission gone wrong was all it took for Jason and Kon to reach an understanding.

From Tim’s disappointed scowling every time they bickered to the easy way he trusted both of them to manhandle him in the name of the greater good, soon enough, Jason had gone from glaring daggers in the superclone’s direction to trading pained, commiserating looks every time Tim twisted himself into a pretzel right in front of them. Which he did surprisingly often. Jason would call it suspiciously often if Tim weren’t the most oblivious, rizzless dumbass on the planet. He only has game when he isn’t trying. Unfortunately for both Jason and Kon, he definitely is not trying. By the end of that week, Kon had gone from threatening to throw Jason into space to wordlessly offering sad fist bumps every time Tim missed yet another thinly veiled come on. From either of them. (Tim thought they were finally bonding over bad jokes and kept laughing and booing in their faces.) Clown to clown communication at its finest. After the week was up and they were all set to go their separate ways, Jason shot his shot one last time, inviting Tim (and Kon by proxy) out for drinks. Tim politely declined, citing all the paperwork he’d need to fill out for the Titans that Jason had been fully intending to sidestep anyway— like fuck he’s ever touching another incident report in his life— but to Jason’s surprise, Kon took him up on it. The two of them had hit the bar, and by the third round of drinks they were both swapping Tim-stories and finally clearing the air about the finer details of that ass. The rest is unlikely history. Don’t get Jason wrong, they still hate each other’s guts. It changes from bitch-sesh to bitch-sesh, but by the end of the night Kon will have threatened something like snapping Jason’s fingers or lasering his face off, and Jason will have responded with something like an eye roll and asking him if he’d like a hunk of kryptonite to choke on. Only, the first time it happened, too many glasses of whiskey and one meandering walk from the bar to Jason’s closest safehouse later, Kon’s eyes had shuttered, dark and blue and nothing like the eyes either of them actually wanted, and said, “No, but I think I’d like to choke you on my dick. You game?” And, well. What was Jason supposed to do, but grin knife-sharp and mean and say— “I’d love to see you try.”

[bartyssimp-riley-16]

Marauders as book tropes~

S/N : my opinionn~

some have more than 1 trope :)

Remus - second chance

Sirius - opposites attract

james - enemies to lovers

peter - unrequited love

mary - mistaken identity

pandora - love at first sight

lily - marriage pact

marlene - bet

dorcas - blind date

alice - altar diplomacy/ office romance

barty - nobody thinks it would work/star crossed lovers

severus - soft boy x dom girl/ afraid to commit

frank - not good enough for her

regulus - forced proximity / love triangle

evan - academic rivals

andromeda - emotional scars/ lovers in denial

ted tonks - golden retriever boy x black cat girl

narcissa black - sunshine x grumpy

lucius malfoy - if i cant have you, no one will

xenophilius - in love with a bridesmaid / love potion

bellatrix - age gap

[bellaireland1981]

Hallmark Holiday RomCom Writer's Challenge!

Details:

To celebrate my Birthday month AND all 1.1K of my amazing followers as well as to make this holiday season more fun, I asked what you all wanted and you voted for another Hallmark Holiday RomCom Writer’s Challenge! The cheesier and fluffier the better! Tooth rotting fluff! Let’s keep dentists everywhere in business this season! You can pick any TGM character to write for and pick a trope (bonus if you combine more than one in a story!), once you know who you’re writing for and what trope(s) you want, DM me and sign up! I’m not limiting anything! The more the merrier! 

Rules:

You can sign up for as many tropes as you’d like! 

18+ Only! Minors DNI

You can submit for a series, one shots, mood boards, drabbles, etc… The point is to HAVE FUN!

Must be appropriately labeled (Smut, Angst, warnings, Fluff….etc)

HAS to include a  HOLIDAY! RomCom genre and include the TROPE  you sign up for! Go crazy! 

General:

Your creations are due by January 1, 2025! Tag me @bellaireland1981 and #HallmarkHolidayRomComChallenge in your work so that I add your link to the Challenge Page! 

Tropes:

Meet Cute

Enemies to Lovers

Forced Proximity

Destiny/Soulmate

Childhood Sweethearts

Forbidden Love

Second Chance Love

Impossible Love

I have a Secret

The Bet

Fake Relationship

Love Triangle

Opposites Attract

Amnesia/Mistaken Identity 

Instalove

Just Friends/friends to lovers

Stuck Together/Snowed in/Stranded

Rags to Riches

Marriage Pact

Best Friend’s Brother/Sister

Country Inn

Home for the Holidays 

Bachelor Auction (charity?)

Boy/Girl next door

Nanny 

Blind date/ Dating App/ Friends setup

Let's Celebrate!!!

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All I Want For Christmas Is You - Jake x Reader by @sorchathered

Snowed In at the Country Inn - Jake x Reader by @elizabeth-holland24

Stuck in the Snow- Bradley x OC Noelle Winters by @bellaireland1981

[crispy-kiss]

Today's yap: Commedia dell'arte & Gay subtext; Why is Közi dressed as the Pierrot in Verte Aile?

I've talked about this on Twitter a few months ago but since it is now banned to me i'll post my thoughts here as well. Hear me out.

First of all, let's just summarize the plot: Gackt and Judith are a happy couple who live with the nobleman Kami, Judith's brother Yu~ki and Mana, a maid/prostitute. Everything was fine until Gackt dreamed that a misfortune would befall them. Worried, he and Judith go to visit a fortune teller who, after a blood pact, warns them that they are cursed and Judith will die. Gackt gets depressed and spends his days at the bar lamenting the inevitable. When Judith finally dies, Gackt is left with the regret of not having enjoyed the time he still had with her.

There is also a subplot involving the hooded man and the book that leads to Gekka no Yasoukyoku PV, but that's not the focus right now.

You see, the Pierrot is originally a Commedia dell'arte character. It was an improvised form of theater, the shows took place on improvised stages and carts, the actors using whatever they could find around. The plot of the plays usually revolved around stories of lovers who could not stay together or master-servant relationships. the actors wore masks to play their characters, which were usually the same regardless of the story. Here are the three most relevant ones: Arlecchino, Colombina and Pierrot.

The most popular script involving them is simple: Pierrot is in love with Colombina and writes letters to her in secret, as he doesn't have the courage to confess his feelings. Then he gets his heart broken when Colombina gets with Allerchinno, who is more charismatic and flirtatious. Basically a love triangle.

Now, what does this have to do with Verte Aile?The thing is that there is also a love triangle, although more subtle. Gackt, Judith and Kami, I wouldn't say Kami is in love with Judith though, but with Gackt.

Notice that while Kami's character is in the spotlight, he's always looking at the couple, especially at Gackt. His expression is not one of joy though, he looks upset. And just like Pierrot, he does nothing but watch.

back to Közi, in his pantomime play is interesting to note how the soundtrack gives us clues about the characters' feelings. The scene begins with Közi performing a cheerful song, we have a close-up on each of the characters watching the performance and then... when the camera stops on Kami, he is gazing at Gackt and the music becomes melancholic.

Közi then simulates crying in his performance and cut his wrist, which Kami also did soon after that.

Also, Közi was wearing a mask that he took off just before he cut himself. Kami is the only character to appear wearing masks after this (Bel Air PV.) The mask may symbolize the feelings he was hiding the whole time.

I believe Közi's Pierrot symbolizes Kami's feelings for Gackt. seems very plausible to me, since it's not the first time Malice Mizer includes queer elements and Gackt participated in the script writing. If you know him you know he includes BL in his works quite often.

If you don't like this theory, you can also just say that Kami was in love with Judith. But I honestly don't see him paying any special attention to her during the movie. So it's up to you! Maybe I'll write more another day. ^3^

[em-neko]

Asahina Brothers as Romance Tropes

masaomi: friends to lovers, childhood friends, babysitter and boss

ukyo: opposites attract, age gap, grumpy sunshine

kaname: friends with benefits to lovers, playboy, marriage of convenience

hikaru: fake dating, mistaken identity

tsubaki: love triangle, vegas marriage, love at first sight

azusa: love triangle, forced proximity, matchmaker falls in love with one of the matched lovers

natsume: office romance, business rivals, grumpy sunshine

louis: forbidden love, singles pact

subaru: forced proximity, bodyguard, amnesia

iori: revenge, best friend's brother, first love

yusuke: friends to lovers, mafia, bodyguard, love at first sight

futo: enemies to lovers, billionaire, rockstar, forced proximity, betting

[latinapoetbts]

KTH On Going Fanfiction (In progress)

18 + Smut

It Was So Wrong, It Was So Right - KTH / Latina MC Insert (Y/N) * Smut, Angst, Love Triangle, infertility, and pregnancy, AU, mini-series | slow updates Chapter 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 |

The First Ones - The Pact: The Healer - KTH / Reader Insert (Latina) Slow up dates * AU- Fantasy: Werewolves, Smut, Violence, Blood,

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

The Wolf Who Hated Humans - KTH / Reader Insert (Y/N) Slow UPDATES * Smut, Violence, Blood, AU- Fantasy: Wolves, Vampires, Angst, Love Triangles, Badass female lead (y/n), Unrequited love Teaser | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | (Teaser) Ch 3 | CHAPTER 3 |

Nostalgic Love Dairy: First Kiss | KTH & Reader (Latina)

Summary: Sweet First Kiss between two high school students who were best friends. Unrequited love. Note: Written in all in one go, no editing. I was just going to do one part and decided to write more. Stay tuned! :) Slow updates

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

My Beautiful Ball & Chain - KTH & Reader > Latina (Angelica)

Warnings: adult content 18 + , drinking, and sex scenes. Summary: Angelica (Latina) (can be read as Y/N, your choice) tells the history of her unrequited love until her desires come true. From High School through college and more. She tells of the great lengths she goes to get what she wants. But at what cost for her? Does she shatter without repair? Can the one she loves give her what she wants so desperately?

Introduction | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |

[snivyartjpeg]

Rain Code x Fire Emblem

in which our amnesiac protagonist wakes up and is thrust into an all out war

i also commissioned @loremaster to draw this amazing yuma for the au!

Spoilers under the cut:

i'd like to imagine the final boss is the First Dragon's (Number One for short) Clone

additional lore:

makoto and the hommunculi were made by a dark cult called Amaterasu. they wanted to create an undead army through necromancy to take over the world or whatever. this is kind of the primary conflict of the game

shinigami is a death dragon. number one makes a pact with her because he aims to kill the immortal dragon clone of himself, and only something that specializes in death can do that

the book of death is a legendary dark tome that's relatively weak at first but its powers awaken late game

zombified hommunculi would be kind of the "mindless mob" enemy you see in the training levels. they'd be generic until late game where you get rematches with old bosses (as well as specific recruited characters should you have let them die)

i didnt draw them but the aetheria trio are like. definitely a pegasus knight trio that can do triangle attack

also yomi is a holy knight because of the irony (and his self righteousness). he's the main recurring "i must retreat!" antagonist for a while lol

yakou is your jaegen of the game that's powerful at first but falls off later. and then he dies for plot 😔 also his horse is named Ama, cause she's his pal <3

yes i designed number one's dragon from the flight rising coatl. it just kinda screams yuma to me

tbh i wrote like the entire plot on discord a while back but i aint writing allat again sorry. just know this au is rotating in my brain like crazy. i love you fire emblem

[enbyleighlines]

My life kinda really sucks rn

Who wants to talk to me or ask me questions about a Prince Soren AU rotating around in my brain? One in which the Branded can transform, the laguz parents don’t loose their ability to transform, and Soren is a bit of a momma’s boy who is investigating the recent influx of feral laguz…

Featuring:

Pelleas as Soren’s cousin and milk-brother, spared only because Almedha couldn’t stand the idea of Ashnard murdering a child so close to their son’s age

Pelleas growing up in Soren’s shadow, both admiring and envying him

Soren being naturally gifted at anima magic, with a special affinity for wind, and Pelleas making a pact with dark spirits in the hopes of keeping up with him

An unlikely friendship between Almedha and Elena, since Elena has been the one to advise Almedha every time Soren got sick as a child

Soren and Pelleas spending their summers at the Greil family house, with Ike and Mist

Soren and Pelleas have wyverns named Tempest (Soren’s) and Warlock (Pelleas’s) and fight with magic in aerial battles

Soren only ever transforming in the dead of night during laguz hunts to capture feral ones to study and potentially one day cure, and accidentally starting an urban legend about a winged demon that lurks in the forests of Daein

A group of laguz, lead by Ranulf, inspecting the strange disappearance of beast laguz, and ending up allying up with Gawain, Ike, and Soren

Soren still being distrustful of laguz even tho his mother is one, because she made sure to warn him that some laguz may try to hurt him, but ultimately he starts off less prickly about it and is a little quicker to warm to those that make the effort to get to know him

Daein senators trying to set Soren up with various noblewomen, in the hopes of repopulating the dwindling Daein bloodline. Ashnard only allows it because it vexes Soren so much

Jill becoming an unexpected ally after a failed matchmaking session and going through an enemies to lovers side plot with Lethe

Ashnard is still evil ofc but there’s no Lehran’s Medallion, so his motives are a little different

Love triangle turned polyam between Soren, Ike, and Ranulf

The Dawn Brigrade as allies of Gawain, Ike, and the others. Among them is a silver-haired maiden that rumors say is an angel in disguise

If any of that intrigues anyone, feel free to ask me follow-up questions!

[legacydowney94]

Modern AU Penthony. A My Best Friend's Wedding Plot. Plot Bunny for Adoption.

At fifteen Colin Bridgerton and Penelope Featherington made a pact that if they were not married by the time they turned 25 they would marry each other. Since Penelope was also friends with Eloise, Daphne and Benedict they all knew about Colin and Penelope's pact since they needed witnesses.

Colin went off to travel the world and Penelope became a writer, she tried having relationships but they all ended because they didn't like her job or her relationship with The Bridgerton Family.

The pact was a memory that Penelope thought back on fondly but honestly hoped wouldn't come to fruition as she did not want to marry Colin. She loved him dearly but he was like a brother to her and she was secretly in love with his older brother Anthony.

Eloise, Daphne, Benedict and Simon know of Penelope's feelings but they also know of Anthony's soft spot for Penelope. So the four of them developed a plan to get Anthony and Penelope together by kidnapping them for a weekend of alcohol with juvenile drinking games, movies and junk food, laughter and camping, phones were not allowed except for emergencies.

The Games:

Truth or Dare

Players sit in a circle.

One player asks another: “Truth or Dare?”

If Truth: they must answer honestly.

If Dare: they must complete a challenge.

If they refuse either, they drink or do a punishment (like a double dare or reveal a secret).

Bridgerton Rules Apply.

2.

Smash or Pass

One person names someone (real or fictional).

Everyone says whether they’d “Smash” or “Pass.”

If you’re in the minority, take a drink.

Can be made spicier with categories (TV characters, party guests, etc.).

Bridgerton Rules Apply.

3.

Manhunt (Night Tag & Hide-and-Seek)

One person or team is “it” and counts to a set number.

Everyone else hides outside/in the dark.

“It” has to find and tag players.

Last one remaining is the winner.

Add a twist: anyone tagged must return to base and take a drink.

4.

Beer Pong

Two teams (1–2 players per side).

Set up 10 cups (in a triangle) on each side of a long table, filled with a small amount of drink.

Teams take turns throwing a ping pong ball into the opponent’s cups.

If a ball lands in a cup, the opponent drinks that cup and removes it.

First team to eliminate all the opposing cups wins.

5.

Flip Cup

Two teams line up on opposite sides of a table.

Each player has a cup with a small drink.

One at a time, they drink, then try to flip their empty cup upside down on the edge of the table.

Once a cup is flipped, the next teammate goes.

First team to finish wins!

6.

Never Have I Ever

Everyone holds up 3 or 5 fingers.

Take turns saying “Never have I ever…” followed by something you haven’t done.

If someone has done it, they lower a finger and take a sip.

Last person with fingers up wins.

Bridgerton Rules Apply.

7.

Drunk Jenga

Write dares, challenges, or rules on Jenga blocks.

Pull a block, follow the instructions.

If you knock the tower over, you must finish your drink or do a big dare.

8.

Would You Rather

Players take turns asking “Would you rather…” questions.

Everyone must choose.

If someone refuses to answer, they drink.

You can spice it up by making losing choices have mini punishments.

Bridgerton Rules Apply.

9.

Hot Seat

One player is in the “hot seat.”

Others ask questions (personal, awkward, or funny).

They must answer truthfully or take a drink.

Switch seats every 2–3 minutes or 3 questions.

Bridgerton Rules Apply.

10.

Drink Duck, Duck, Goose

Everyone sits in a circle.

One person goes around tapping heads, saying “Duck, duck…”

When they say “Goose,” the chosen player jumps up to chase them.

If the runner gets back and sits, the chaser drinks.

If caught, the runner drinks.

Eloise, Penelope and Daphne friendship. Protective Big Brother Benedict and Simon. Penelope and Anthony Falling in love. Colin bashing. Smitten Anthony Bridgerton.

Anthony is a softie for Penelope. Falling in Love. Banter and Teasing. Flirting. Humor and Sarcasm. Sassy Penelope. Bridgertons Being Bridgertons. Eloise, Daphne and Benedict live for Penthony. Hyacinth knows all and is a menace. Forehead kisses.

Smut. Cuddles. Family Feels. A Pinch of Angst. HEA. Chaotic Bridgertons.Chaos Everywhere. Anthony Loves Penelope. Family Movie and Game Nights. Truth or Dare. Drinking Games. Innuendos. Sexual Tension. Friends to Lovers. Violet knows everything. Drunk Anthony is adorable and funny. Dancing. Sexy music. Dancing as foreplay. Happy Ending. Anthony and Penelope are Soulmates. Benedict and Penelope are platonic soulmates. Tooth-Rotting Fluff

[quietautoportrait]

Random thoughts I had while reading the Book of Bill [spoilers ahead]

Yeahhh, I’m not doing that.

First of all this book costed me $25 (twenty five) dollars, I am not writing anything on it.

Second, I am black!! So no! :D

Yup, this is creepy.

OH ? 😀

I am not turning that page again 😀

Wrong. I will never die as long as memories of me live on, so we’re even. You should have watched Coco, loser.

McGucket catching a stray, oh my god ?

You!!! Cannot trick me ! ! ! Compliments will get you nowhere! I am LOVED and CARED for !!!

The pages don’t have numbers, why would you do this to me ?

Silly Straws®, teehee. Serious Straws™, nuh huh.

Jokes on you, I live in Canada and I already have chronic depression. Sucl on taht looser.

Okayyyy, I guess I’ll try ONE demonic pact just to know how it goes.

Laws are made up!

(Please what’s the password)

The puns, good lord.

What is it with you and licking stuff ?

I don’t think you can advise anyone on fashion style really. Monopoly man looking ass triangle.

I don’t have it in me to decipher (haha) the secret messages today, please.

I wonder if the barcodes work.

Maybe he stole one of TS’s Grammies.

This book is hilarious

The book reading me :

Optimus prime most perfect being in the universe now canon.

I’ve never wanted to read the Great Gatsby.

Hi Stanford :D

Going from “trust no one” to “you have to trust me” is insane, near death experiences really do change a man.

Of course I have free will, I’m reading this book 🤨

Iron deficient people all hate Dennis.

So far I’ve learned nothing from this book, Bill literally scammed me wth ?

That’s not how you write creeticsm.

Bill polyamorous officially canon.

That is indeed a tall hat.

Cause of death : Devoured by hummingbirds.

Being “too annoying for hell” is crazy, yet fair.

Will somebody ever match my freak? </3

Scrimbles last wish was for me to see the next page, I simply obliged.

All I’m hearing is that there ARE places where other Bills WON weirdmageddon except YOU 🫵

Are you ashamed ? I would be ashamed. This is shameful.

They do have big heads tho, it’s true…</3

You’re so obsessed with the kids it’s getting weird, stay your creepy ass inside!!

Possessed Mabel is my new obsession.

Is that a pair of scissors??

Dripper Pines is not following up to his name; outfit’s whack af. Sad, disappointing.

Bill you are not that popular, please stop.

She dumped your ass, huh

I AM A REPULSIVE BEAST OF UNFATHOMABLE WRETCHEDNESS, GROTESQUE BEYOND MEASURE! I FEED ON YOUR DISGUST! I AM REPUGNANCE INCARNATE, AND SHAME CANNOT CLAIM ME.

He’s so real

Stanford aromantic officially canon.

Oh my lord, Dipper what did you hear baby :(

I love Soos so much please stop playing with me.

Oh no, Pacifica honey :(

You’re so obsessed with Dipper, please get a JOB.

I wonder what’s the name of the group chat.

I had to google “sascrotch”.

I love Dipper so much please hold on.

The search history…oh I would have kms.

#drankcoffeeheartfeelweirddying?

No, but does killing a ghost make a double-ghost tho?

I feel like a need a whole section for the search history, Dipper wtf

A hot glue scented candle :((

Big ass head

Why would there be a freaky Friday support group online Dipper…come on now..

Grow extra finger impress uncle :(((

I hated that, thanks for showing it to me.

Mabel chaotic lawful now confirmed.

“Fantasy” by Mariah Carey, she’s so real

Emphasis on “Rash” and “Out of character” cause some of y’all freaks decided to get super mad at a 12yo girl 🤨

Huh…McGucket’s mind definitely feels different to him. Good to know 🙂

We thank him everyday for his memory-erasing gun

Didn’t you say you’re not dead ?

“I looked up and saw the stars. And I was ready to be one” okay you ate that one little thing, I’ll give you that.

Bill…did you unexpectedly cause a genocide..?

That’s a lot of things that I will not unpack.

I am getting wayy too much information about his love life than I wish to.

Please enough.

Well, Time Baby didn’t destroy his dimension now, did he ? Your only similarity with him is that you’re the last one of your kind 🤨

That man had his first encounter with Bill on Feb 3rd 1901, yet the inventioneers’ fair news paper was out in Jan 22, 1901…?

I too have had enough of the French.

This is the blood of a killer Bella.

Bill is such a boyfailure (tri-failure?), he’s been trying to get on earth since the dinosaurs!! Just give up! Do something else!

How can a broken science experiment lead to so much drama. Please kids, don’t go to school.

That waitress was so lame, it was funny!

You set a what on fire ? 🧍‍♀️

You didn’t go no-contact, you killed everybody 💀

Boy, oh boy am I excited to read the fandom’s theory about this >:)

The getting along sweater ™

McGucket turning into the third Pines brother.

He already had trust issues Bill, did you really have to give him a slogan ?

I love them so much, if I ever catch teen Stanford it will be on sight.

“He may be a god, but I am a scientist.” Coldest bar in GF’s existence. Speak your truth bestie.

Oh ok, this is creepy 😀

Your hate of grammar mistakes doomed us all Stanford </3

Well, this is terrifying.

It’s so extremely sad how if any of the twin had died during that period, no one would have ever known about it…

It upsets me so hard how fast he jumped to the conclusion that Stanley broke his machine on purpose. Even then, I would simply not let my twin get thrown out the house with NOTHING to survive. Did he even graduate high school?

“Too cool for the FDA” is insane, someone had to beat him up, this is crazy.

You didn’t “abandon” your family. Your dad is a piece of poo and doesn’t deserve your time nor your support. He can go choke tbh. Also, Stanley’s definitely gonna make fun of you, he’s your brother dude 🤨

Is Ford a Taurus ? No reason for him to be that stubborn.

I admire his dedication to be a menace.

Ngl, that was a weird break up story.

Why is it always a handshake with you? Why can’t we make a pinky promise?

He misses Ford so bad.

If Stanley isn’t an irredeemable screwup then neither are you Stanford.

Oooh, being called a needy theater kid…I would have shot him not gonna lie.

He’s been talking it out this whole book Mabel, I don’t think he’s ready to move on.

Dipper is talking to all the Mabel haters reading right now btw, he told me all about it.

Are you really a con master if you got caught every single time ? :(

Oh now you’re obsessed with Stanley? Damn that’s crazy, you really need to talk to someone about it.

Ugh, now I feel bad for him. Deserved tho, seek therapy dude.

LMAOO???

The henchmaniacs didn’t call? They suck so hard, what the heck

I love these nerds so much.

[quietwingsinthesky]

doctor who is the best at love triangles because it understands that what i want isn’t “girl has to choose one of two men and then cut the other out of her life forever” and is instead “girl marries the man she loves and also continues her emotional codependency with her local immortal (optional features include: suicide pacts, sitting next to his dead body for a week, nearly dying in each other’s arms constantly, etc)”

[secret-smut-sideblog]

Dream Girl Evil

Gale x F! Tav (named)

(Child Of Dawn series, Part 3)

PG-13 jealousy, possessiveness, love triangle dynamics, angst, betrayal, sensuality

Gale is determined to help Aurum with her condition, but between his own ambition and a circling vampire will he be able to stay in the light...

Masterlist, Prev Chapter

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Rising early had come habit to him now. He honestly looked forward to it.

There was a peace in the world when it was still shrouded in blue. The sun just starting its travels, the air still a little crisp.

And, of course, her.

He stretched his arms above his head, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Gathering his books.

Usually he could hear her humming and searched for the sound. But another voice rose outside his tent.

"You know, I'm quite sorry I missed your little reveal, darling."

Gale froze.

Opening the flap of his tent, he saw the pale elf sitting on a log facing her as she hung laundry. Leaned back on one arm, his ankles crossed just so. Head cocked.

She paid him little mind, hanging and smoothing with sure fingers. Hair twisted up in a clip, robe flowing around her as she moved. Light revealing from under her sternum as the fabric shifted.

"From what Karlach so graciously pantomimed it seemed to have been quite the sight."

"Well, I'm sure we'll all watch me unravel in due time." Her tone was impartial.

He stood, circling around to her front. Twisting a loose lock of her hair over her shoulder. Eyes on the radiance in her chest. Entranced.

Gale's own chest tightened. Of course. A man starved of sun for two hundred years would be drawn to this. A private sunlight poured from her endless.

"Does it hurt?" Astarion's voice was soft then, looking up at her eyes.

She seemed to pause, considering him.

"It hurts worse to keep it in."

His fingers reached out.

"May I?"

Gale dropped his books on the low table.

Their eyes darted to him.

Astarion's hand paused it's journey but didn't retreat. Glaring cold daggers into him over her shoulder.

"Sorry, I woke up a little late. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

She smiled at him, her eyes open and trusting.

Astarion noticed. The change in her demeanor making his jaw tighten.

"No, you're right on time." Her voice was wind chimes again. Gale tried to keep the pleased smug out of his face.

She stepped back from his fingers graciously, giving his hand a quick reassuring squeeze.

"I will do my best to keep my troubles out of the way. We'll find answers for your scars soon, I promise."

Astarion's eyes went round, lips falling slightly open.

"That's not-"

He shook his head slightly, smoothing back over into that preening smile.

"Of course. Thank you, you sweet thing."

"Well, I best be back to my mending. Missing what is sure to be very stimulating conversation." He clasped hands behind his back. Turning on his heel, but not before giving her a smile, his eyes briefly lingering on her glow in a hint of longing.

Gale watched him go, making sure he actually left and hadn't dipped into shadows.

Aurum was already back to the laundry, unbothered.

"Are you okay?" Gale hushed.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah." She laughed.

Looking down at her chest, she pulled the robe apart. Her bright sternum revealed with a sigh.

"It's not the first time I've been propositioned for this." She gestured at the light. "Something about conquering the holy girl really gets people going."

He stood and put a gentle hand against it. The heat of her skin and the contained radiance warming his palm through to the wrist.

"It hurts you?"

She held her hand over his. Smiling up at him.

"Doesn't yours?"

He laughed then. "You've got me there."

She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles and every fiber of his being resisted kissing her.

"You have something to show me?"

"Ah, yes!" He pulled back, gathering the tomes.

"I've found several promising texts. Those on restraining magic and blood dilution. Would pact breaking be relevant?"

She laughed coldly. "No. He doesn't release anyone."

Her eyes widened, seeming to have said too much. Mouth forming that thin line.

"Aurum, you can tell me." He pulled her hand down to him. "Your secrets are always safe here, and more information will be tantamount to our success."

She played with his fingers absent-mindedly for a moment, seeming to fight with herself.

Relented with a sigh.

"My full name is Aurum Hathala Orndeir."

Information shot across his skull, rocking him back.

"You're a descendant of a Sunlord? The Sunlord?"

This changed everything.

He got up and started to pace.

"The power in your chest. What magic does it hail from?" He was nearly bubbling over with excitement.

The untapped power at her fingertips, if he was right in his assumption it would be world changing.

She seemed apprehensive for a moment, looking at the fervor in his eyes.

"I think this is a bad idea." She rose to feet.

"No, wait."

Between his arcane power of Mystra and her divine light of Amaunator. The undivided face of Lathander. The Yellow God. They would be unstoppable.

"I cannot take part in your ambition, I'm sorry. You don't understand what is inside me."

"Then tell me so I can."

"No. I'm sorry, Gale. I've said too much."

She gathered the folded sheets in her arms and walked away. Robe of gold and crimson trailing behind her.

Only then did he see the subtle markings along the hem. Embellished round suns, the sigil with her the whole time.

All breath stolen from his chest he watched her leave.

Walking past Astarion's tent, he took up pace with her easily. Walking on his heels, leaning towards her to whisper something.

-

She should have known better.

Of course he just wanted her like the others did.

Either a power to be tapped or an idol to be worshipped. Often a combination of the two.

How silly, to think that this would be different.

Leaning her head back, she allowed Astarion's venom to soothe through her. Giving in to the numbing pleasure.

He felt it, pausing against her throat for a moment. Then leaned further in. Drinking more earnestly.

At least his intentions for her were clear. She knew where she stood here.

Reaching up she cupped around the back of his head, sighing. Pulling him into her sieve throat.

His hands pushed to the outside of her thighs, both sat against his tent floor.

A growl reverberating through his throat, he pushed his hips into her lower back.

Her chest pulsed and his eyes darted down to it. Pulling the front of her blouse down in his fist.

Her breasts pressed against the taut fabric, she started to feel it again. That rising sun.

Well, he said he wanted a show.

She released one of the fingers holding in her chest.

The light burned out through her limbs, lifting the hair along both of their bodies. The beginnings of a crackling in the air.

She knew the moment it reached her throat cause he gripped on tight. Fingers digging lifeline in her sides.

Her holy blood pushed through both of them and she knew it wouldn't be without consequence. Giving her blood, in its full rapture, to the undead. Her father would punish her severely.

But for now, the light fractured river through both of them. Pulsing with her heart.

She felt his beat against her back twice before he pulled away.

Falling back, he gripped at his chest. Eyes frantic for a moment.

"Did... did you just restart my heart?" He looked up at her in shock and a hint of fear.

"Don't get your hopes up. I would've incinerated you before I revived you."

"What are you?" He sat up, staring at her reverently.

There it is. What. Not whom.

She'd already lost hope, it didn't matter if they knew anymore.

"I am the Eternal Sun. I am Amauntor's Chosen."

~

Part 4