#reader x lunara

[tsbs-shipfessions]

Crazy suggestions

Lunar x me

or even

Evil Lunar x me

I just wanna kiss every and all Lunars ngl

Thanks for the weekly Lunar confession-

Hold on, let me just...

Ah, there we go.

Thanks for the weekly Lunar confession, Xero.

[junovae]

hi i know you got an ask really recently but can you maybe do the silly sashimi (seb) x a suicidal reader??? but also reader is really silly and the first thing reader says is “hear me out…” or something??? i love your writing :3

thank you so much reader, i greatly appreciate it (っᵔ◡ᵔ)っ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶). and don't worry, i got you.

expendable

sebastian solace x reader ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ sfw

artwork: artwork is NOT mine. art is by @miittchan on tumblr, youtube, and twitter. go check out their work and socials, promise it's worth your time.

PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF THIS TOPIC IS HEAVY FOR YOU. MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF ALWAYS ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა

summary: escaping the ghastly prison that was the hadal blacksite was probably the best thing to ever happen to you. so why, if that was the case, did you want to go back?

cw: sebastian x su!cidal!fem!reader, takes place after finishing the game, still in the pressure universe, same timeline as this, mentions of trauma and slight suicidal thoughts, reader is coping, angst and comfort too of course, reader wants to...go back to the hadal blacksite?, reader just misses a certain someone too much, trying to find peace amidst the chaos, no spicy scene for this one

wc: 1.4k

a.n: i think i would want to go back too ngl. also this was just my take on the prompt. BUT, if you were looking for something more like sad reader and sebastian comforting them, i got you too with that headcanon. just lmk!! :)

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"and last but definitely not least. hear me out..."

you place a picture of him, post transformation and all, onto the cake.

"who's this? he kind of looks like the guy who uhm, you know," your friend stared at you intently, hoping you would get the gist. when you didn't answer, they continued. "back in 2013, remember? with the nine peo-"

"no, no, it's just someone i met at the blacksite," you quickly interjected, forgetting that urbanshade had unjustly faked his death and hid the true story of sebastian solace from the world. "and no, that guy didn't murder them. he was wrongly convicted. just like i was," whispering the last part, you grab forks from the kitchen drawer set the cake onto the dining table.

"right, i'm sorry," they whispered softly, guilt creeping into their voice. hoping to lighten the mood, your friend added, "but no, i’m actually hearing you out on this one. did you know this fish creature personally?"

the two of you take a seat and start munching on the delicious red velvet 'hear-me-out' cake presented in front of you. "you could say that," you smiled cheekily, causing the both of you to burst out into a fit of giggles.

just then, a sharp pain similar to tiny needle stabbings pulse through your upper abdomen and into your chest. a series of flashbacks creep their way into your mind.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

you’re escorted down the submarine ramp and shoved onto a platform. “just keep walking. if you hear anything strange, hide.”

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

an ear-piercing screech echoes in the distance. you rush to the nearest locker, slamming the door shut just as a pink aura sweeps past.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

you crawl through a vent and find a small storage room at the end. turning right, you stumble upon a strange fish creature, causing you to jump back. "ah, another expendable," he yawns, unamused. "come in, fishbait. welcome to the shop."

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

volus lunara's searchlights close in. nervous and trembling, you fail the skill-check, getting shocked by the generator. stunned, you lie there as the beam focuses on you. your eyes widen in horror as the monster's grapples pierce your body. this wouldn't be the first time you've experienced this. you'd die a hundred more deaths.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

hurt and wounded, you collapse in a corner. your head spins as the distinct sound of chains dragging on the ground fills the air. resigned to your fate, you limp toward a corner, exhausted. suddenly, someone grabs you and carries you to a seemingly safe room. “what are you doing, fishbait?” a voice hisses. only one person ever called you that. “why didn’t you move? you could’ve died,” sebastian snaps, his voice tinged with anger, but there's a hint of worry beneath it.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

you and sebastian are lying together in the room behind his shop, an unexpected moment of vulnerability. the two of you open up about your pasts. he shares the details of his tragic demise, a painful history that he’s never spoken of before. in the quiet of the room, no longer caring about the consequences, you lean forward and plant a kiss on his cheek. sebastian tilts his head, confusion crossing his face, but there's something else there too—something unreadable.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

a document? "the saboteur," it reads at the top. as you continue reading, the details unfold—now you understand why he’s been given that name.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

after days of giving him the silent treatment, sebastian solace finally breaks. finding out that he was the cause of your repeated deaths weighs heavily on you. desperate to fix things, he starts a pillow fight, and through laughter, the tension melts away. eventually, the two of you make up, finding comfort in the shared moment of forgiveness.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

you try again and again, until one fateful day, you finally make it to the end. as you dry off from your underwater escapade and step into the submarine, a realization hits you. you’ve reached your freedom, but what about sebastian?

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

as you turn from the submarine to search for him, sebastian suddenly appears right behind you. confused, you stare at him. "sebastian, come with me. we can have our freedom and get revenge on urbanshade." he looks at you, his expression sad and melancholy. "i can't go, fishbait."

"yes, you can. come with me, please," you insist.

"look at me. what do i look like to you?" he asks, and you don't see anything wrong with him.

he explains that he has bigger plans, ones that will lead to him meeting you again someday—in human form. you refuse to leave, even as the submarine's hatch starts to close. but in the last moment, he pushes you in. the hatch slams shut, and you’re engulfed in complete darkness.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

your pulse rushes and eyesight narrows. the room is spinning and the fork in your hands falls onto the table, alarming your friend. your head drops into your hands and you start panting.

"hey, you okay?" they drop the piece of cake with jake sully's avatar on it that they're eating and rush towards you.

"i need space," you shoot at them, feeling their hands on your shoulder. yes, you do feel bad for pushing a friend away but the feeling was too overwhelming. "please, i need space," you repeated again, softly this time.

"yes, i understand." filled with worry, they pat your back one last time before taking one last bite of the cake and grabbing their jacket from the couch. "i'll be back tomorrow, okay? we can finish eating the cake then. just text me when you're feeling better. and please take care of yourself."

nodding your head in acknowledgement, the front door finally closes. you get up, massaging your temples, to lock the front door. your heart is still pounding and face is flushing. you rush to your room and close the door behind you before jumping on your bed. the white sheets engulf your frame as you finally allowed yourself to release the tension you've been feeling all this time.

you desperately scream into your pillow. "this isn't fair at all." you continue to cry, the sound of your soft sobs being the only thing filling the pitch-black room.

months of being trapped in the never-ending death loop in the limbo of the hadal blacksite changed you. now that you were free, nobody believed your testimony against urbanshade. after all, it was one escapee prisoner versus a well-known corporate company. sure, you had your freedom, but the guilt of knowing the company's darkest secrets—the horrid, inhumane experiments they conducted on their captives, the trauma of each death and reset—was consuming you. you had no one to confide in. the only person who truly understood you was still trapped in that very place you purely and vehemently loathed.

expendable. that's what you were. that's what urbanshade had labeled you.

dispensable, nonessential, and powerless.

"i don't want to do this anymore," you softly whisper into the void of darkness consuming you.

...

...

...

...

...

what the hell are you talking about?

you shot up. what the fuck. was that-

please tell me you're not giving up that easily, fishbait.

yeah, no, this was definitely your long-awaited delirium. you were going crazy. the physical and mental stress was driving you insane. but even so... even if it was you finally reaching your limit or even a suppressed memory of him, sebastian solace had promised you that he would see you again one day.

you took a deep breath, steadying yourself in the crushing darkness. maybe you were losing it, maybe that voice was just your fractured mind. but if there was even a sliver of truth, you couldn’t give up. not now. not ever.

"fine, sebastian," you whispered, standing to your feet and wiping your tears. "if you’re still out there, i'll find you. and if this is just my own madness, then i’ll survive long enough to make it back to you—human form or not."

giving up was a harsh reality. but so was fighting back. either way, you knew you couldn't stop. you wouldn’t stop. not until freedom was real for both of you.

you made up your mind. you were going back to the one place in the world you dreaded the most — urbanshade's hadal blacksite.

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[zaczenemiji]

Morpheus x Goddess!Arianrhod!Reader

Synopsis: In the Corona Borealis, Arianrhod finds herself preoccupied with thoughts of Morpheus. Unexpectedly drawn into The Dreaming, Arianrhod encounters him again, leading to an exchange that hints at deeper connections and future

Author’s Note: From this part onwards, alterations on the lore and nature of Arianrhod from the Welsh mythology was made to better fit the plot.

Word Count: 2,217

PART ONE

PART TWO

✧ Dream Upon A Star ✧

In the swirling galaxy of stars deep within the cosmos, there nests an ethereal realm. A mystical domain inhabited by celestial beings: the star fairies, moon guardians, cosmic weavers, seasonal spirits, and celestial animals. All of which were created and governed by their supreme ruler.

At the center of the realm towers a magnificent fortress that rises high into the cosmos—Caer Arianrhod, the Spiral Castle. Its walls glow with soft celestial light, creating an ever-changing display of colors reminiscent of the auroras. Its towers reach into the heavens, crowned with observatories.

In the heart of the castle is the Hall of Stars, a grand hall with an open ceiling where stars and galaxies are visible in their full splendor. Here, Lyrael, the first weaver of the celestial loom, awaits her queen.

Not long after, a silver light appeared. It turned into a swirling vortex of stars, and from there, Arianrhod emerged. Her arrival resonated within the realm, informing its inhabitants of their queen’s return.

“Welcome home, your highness,” Lyrael greeted with a bow. Before Arianrhod could even respond, her celestial owl flew quickly towards her, landing on her arm.

“Lunara!” the goddess greeted as she petted her owl’s head. “Hello, Lyrael,” she said, acknowledging her attendant. She walked towards her throne, owl still on her arm, as Lyrael followed.

“How did the convention go, my queen?” Lyrael asked the moment the queen had sat. Arianrhod told her the events that transpired, especially about the certain Endless.

“I am glad to know that you had a great time, Lady Star,” Lyrael replied. “Surely, the Lord of Dreams had one as well.”

Upon the mention of the Endless, Arianrhod’s curiosity peaked. “Is there anything you know about him?” She asked.

“Not much, my lady,” Lyrael answered. “Only from the fate of those whom he loved.”

Arianrhod decided that it was a story for another day as it was time to return to her duties. Lunara flew off her arm as she stood from the throne. Quickly, she made her way into the Chamber of Destinies where she did most of her work.

The queen can mostly be found attending to her duties in two places: the Chamber of Destinies, and the Stellar Observatory.

In the Chamber of Destinies, ornate pedestals are arranged in a circular formation around the perimeter of the chamber. The pedestals radiate outward from the center in spiraling patterns. They are also arranged in tier levels, with each level rising slightly higher than the one before it.

On top of each pedestal are the Fate Wheels, miniature versions of the much larger Silver Wheel found in the Hall of Stars. Each wheel represents the path of an individual. It is Arianrhod’s duty to ensure that they continue to spin. Otherwise, it would disrupt the Silver Wheel that holds the collective destiny of humanity as a whole.

The Stellar Observatory, on the other hand, is located at the top of the castle’s towers. In there, Arianrhod, together with the Cosmic Weavers, control the cosmic energies that govern the universe. They ensure that the movement of stars, planets, and galaxies synchronizes the rhythm of time.

However, a duty unique to the goddess, aside from the maintenance of the Fate Wheels, is the mending of rifts in the fabric of space-time. She is the one who repairs the cosmic anomalies and deals with those who intend to disturb the cosmos.

This is how the goddess had spent her life since the beginning of time, and how she will continue to do so in the entirety of her immortal life. Or so she thought.

She rarely leaves her realm; only on situations that require her presence—like the recent convention—and her intervention on mortals that negatively affects the Silver Wheel.

Before she knew it, it had been months, in mortal terms, since the convention. Specifically, the first time she met Morpheus. Often, she found her thoughts returning to him.

But as many times she thought of him, were the times she tried not to care. However, in moments like this where her presence is not needed in the chamber nor the observatory, when she is solitarily sitting on her throne, she wonders about him.

“My lady,” Lyrael called, disrupting Arianrhod’s thoughts. “Have you been feeling unwell?”

Arianrhod looked at her. Confused, she asked, “No, why?”

Lyrael sighed, a bit hesitant. “You don’t seem like yourself lately,” she started. “There are times you stare off in the distance like something’s on your mind.”

“Is there something wrong in the realm?” She asked, knowing that there is highly likely nothing outside of the Corona Borealis that would bother you. Unless there are threats but in that case, you would’ve acted to eliminate them immediately. So she settled with the conclusion that something might be going on in the realm.

“Perhaps, in the Lunar Gardens?” Lyrael continued. She remembered what the Star Fairies said—that the queen had frequented there. It was unusual because Arianrhod is a burner of the midnight oil; all she thought about was her duties. In other words, she isn’t one to spend her time on such trivialities as gardening.

For the first time, Arianrhod was at a loss for words, a loss for explanations. “Forgive me,” she said. “Perhaps I just need to…”

“But The Dreaming will always open its gates to you.”

“My lady?” Lyrael asked, urging Arianrhod to continue.

“…sleep,” the queen continued. Poor Lyrael continued to be baffled but she chose to keep it to herself. She is unsure of what’s happening except for one thing: the queen has never been in her sanctum for as far as she can remember.

In Arianrhod’s chamber, there’s an astral window enchanted to reveal different celestial phenomena. However, this time, it remained an ordinary one that gave her a view of the Lunar Gardens.

The Stellar Blooms mirrored the heavens as they looked like stars on the ground. She thought of the one she gave to Morpheus and wondered how it was doing.

She glanced from the window to her bed. Her canopy bed looked so inviting. She never slept—she didn’t need sleep. Rest was a concept she observed in others, not one she partook in herself.

But for the first time, she was curious.

And so she walked over to her bed, sitting on its edge before letting herself lie down.

Then she closed her eyes.

“My lord,” Lucienne calls to Morpheus who stares at the stained glass panes of his castle. It had shifted back to its original form just before Lucienne could see what he was looking at.

“A divine being has entered The Dreaming,” she informed.

“I am aware, Lucienne,” Morpheus said. “I shall welcome them into The Dreaming.” In the blink of an eye, he was gone.

On the bridge held up by massive stone hands, Arianrhod stands in awe. It was daylight wherever she looked. This realm resembled Earth; she hadn’t been there for a long time—the brightness almost hurt her eyes.

She closed her eyes and gently rubbed it. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” She almost jumped in surprise at the voice that came out of nowhere.

Morpheus stood behind her. As Arianrhod turned, he felt his heart skip a beat. Their eyes met, and the warm feeling inside him resurfaced.

For a moment, he could not believe it. He was just looking at the memory of her on the stained glass panes earlier, as he did every day since the moment he met her.

And now she’s here, in his realm, looking just as beautiful in daylight as she was under the light of a thousand stars.

She smiled, “I am not certain.” She didn’t want to admit that she came here on purpose. “I fell asleep. And it brought me here, to your realm.”

Morpheus looked at her with deep, knowing eyes. “Welcome to The Dreaming, Lady of the Silver Wheel,” he said with a faint smile.

Arianrhod was the first to break the eye contact. She looked around again, now seeing better after her eyes had adjusted.

“This place is beautiful,” she said.

Morpheus kept himself from telling her that The Dreaming pales in comparison to her—and now that she’s here, there is nothing else in his realm more beautiful than her.

Too captivated, Arianrhod almost forgot about the Stellar Bloom. “Oh, does it turn night here?” She asked. “The Stellar Bloom wouldn’t thrive in this condition.”

“The celestial flower is alive and well, Star,” he said. “I made sure to follow your instructions.”

Morpheus held his hand out. Sand swirled on top of it until a small pot appeared. In his hand was the Stellar Bloom, planted in a pot.

Arianrhod was delighted to see the flower. Morpheus saw the twinkle in her eyes as she looked at it.

She held her hand out in an attempt to sprinkle it with stardust. However, to her surprise, nothing came out of it. Then, she realized—she was powerless in The Dreaming.

As if reading her thoughts, Morpheus spoke, “You must come here in person to be able to use your powers.”

Morpheus sent the flower back to its place in his chamber, leaving nothing but traces of sand on his hand.

Arianrhod squinted at him. “Why should I?” She asked referring to his invitation.

Morpheus stepped forward, standing close to her once again, but this time, without the flower in between them. He looked at her eyes intently, his gaze unfaltering.

“Since our meeting at the convention, I have found my thoughts often returning to you,” Morpheus said.

He took another step closer. Morpheus’s eyes reflected a glimpse of rare vulnerability.

“I wish you to be the queen of my realm, Star,” he said. Arianrhod felt her heart flutter. “Will you allow me this?”

“Very well, Dream,” she replied. “I shall allow it.”

But before Morpheus could even smile, she stepped back. “IF you fulfill my conditions,” she smirked.

He was surprised, yet fascinated. “You challenge me, Star?” He asked, his lips forming into a smirk as well.

“Not a lot knows about me. But those who do, call me…” Arianrhod replied, leaning close. “…the goddess who challenges”—and that, she will continue to be. She wouldn’t allow herself to be fooled by any man again.

“What are your conditions, my lady?” Morpheus asked. Someday, that title will no longer be used just for formality. He will make sure—it will be used to refer to her as his woman.

Arianrhod stepped back, smiling. “First,” she said. “You need to show me the entirety of The Dreaming.”

Morpheus looked in disbelief, but he was delighted. “That’s easy,” he said. “We can even start now.”

“I know, Dream Lord,” Arianrhod agreed. “But you can’t show me the dreaming if I’m not here.” She moved to walk past Morpheus

“Which is why,” she continued, turning around when she’s past Morpheus. “Our little tour of The Dreaming would take place only when I stumble upon here.”

Morpheus didn’t know what he would feel, but the challenge added a thrill. Although, he did not understand the need to delay. The only theory he could come up with was that she might be playing with him.

“Second,” Arianrhod said. “You need to be able to find my realm.”

That piqued Morpheus’s interest. No one—not Death, and not even Destiny, who, among the Endless, is the one who could have direct connections to the goddess associated with time cycles, knew the name nor whereabouts of her realm.

“Third,” continued Arianrhod. “You have to make me fall in love with you.”

There was a moment of silence between the two. Arianrhod breaks the silence. “You can always find someone else, Dream,” she said. “Maybe I’m worth the gamble, maybe I’m not.”

“I’m just not that easy of a woman, Dream,” she continued. “I have my own realm to attend to. And I don’t want to compromise it.”

It was Morpheus’s turn to speak. “Very well,” he said. “You’ve named your conditions, and I shall give my all to fulfill them.”

Arianrhod nodded. “Well then,” she said. “Until my next visit, Lord of—“

“Before you go,” Morpheus cut her statement. His sand once again swirled on his hand, later revealing a flower.

It had pale blue petals with delicate silver veins. Its center, a cluster of tiny, luminous white stamens. The stem is a deep indigo. Its leaves are broad and velvety, dark green with a subtle silver lining.

“For you,” Morpheus said, handing it to Arianrhod. The goddess was surprised. She carefully took it in her hands, holding it by the stem.

She places it near her nose. Its fragrance, delicate and enchanting. “What flower is this?” She asked.

Morpheus smirked, “You’ll have to come again to find out.”

What Arianrhod didn’t know, was Morpheus created it the moment he returned to The Dreaming after the convention. He ought to give you something in return—something that could also thrive in a cosmic realm, like the flowers at the Nexus. He spent days perfecting this flower, he’s just glad he was able to give it to you.

“Clever,” Arianrhod chuckled. “Well then, Lord of Dreams. We shall see each other again.”

Morpheus gently took her hand and pressed it upon his lips,” I eagerly wait for your return, Lady Star.”

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PART THREE

I’m a sucker for slow burn romance 🤧

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[zolass]

𝗔 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗧𝗼 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗢𝘄𝗻

ㅤㅤㅤ···─A WORLD TO CALL OUR OWN

Summary: Lunara once was a beautiful planet, blue and silver sky. The ground was a lush green valleys and long fields of gras, between the green were cities reached far into the sky. It was once such a beautiful home, and now it was a haunted land. When did it go wrong?

FEATURING: THORNE DE VÉRES x MALE READER

Hellou peepol, so I did this blog to announce the first OC x Male Reader.

Well Original Character that I created especially for the male readers, so welcome Thorne. I actually just thought it would be a fun thing to do- definitely not letting my other Oc stories rot in the corner rn, but anyways.

This is simply a 'short' intro for the world and story, the planet it the story takes place is Lunara, and it's a apocalyptic /post apocalyptic world. Just gonna say it's def heavily inspired by Maze Runner (I'm a sucker ngl) bc I have no clue how to write apocalypse stuff.

Anyway maybe if people like it, I will continue it and if there's questions for the world or character (I currently just have Thorne ngl) just ask lil ol' me :)

Was it always supposed to end like this? In so much pain and loss?

Having to watch the infection spreading, slowly turning your loved ones into something entirely different, something that’s just.. Not them anymore.

Devastating as people were reduced to nothing else than beings on the brink of death, with an insatiable hunger lying in the pit of their existence. No remorse as they would tear into their once loved ones, giving the surviving no other choice than to end the miserable life that they have left.

But with the virus came an astrological event that seemed to be rather a blessing and curse as through this there was another virus flaring up. It made more people sick, they would suffer from high fever and chills to hallucinations. Their skin would turn a slightly unnatural color around joints and face, while their body fights against the virus, it would cause metallic tastes in their mouth.

After the first virus wiped out almost half of the human population, the second virus wiped out quite a lot of them too, if it was to the fear of others, simply shooting or decapitating their allies, to the victims taking their own lives, not able to stand through the horrendous pain. Many people died to so many cruel things, you’ve never seen so many deaths in front of your eyes, and you wished you never had to.

Some of these deaths were your close friends and families, who either got infected and turned into one of the many zombies, like your parents. The other’s died through either fear or accidents, or through the second virus that landed through asteroids on the planet, you watched as your little sister screamed in pain, while you tried to hold her still in your arms. 

A gun raised to her head, you still remember it so vividly in your mind. The group leader took his shot, the deafening silence as the body of your struggling sister went limp in your arms, and the screams coming to an instant stop, only reverberating in the narrow alley.

That night you left, with your dead sister in your arms, cradling her close to your chest. It wasn’t a time where it was smart to take revenge, but there was definitely a time, your old group leader would suffer and only for a while was this thought like balsam on the imaginative gaping wound in your heart.

While on the other side, there was Thorne Dalca, the rich heir of a prestigious family, he was alone in his apartment while the world turned to shit, and it was even worse as he didn’t know where his parents were. The first few days he was safe in his apartment, he stayed silent when there were groans at his door, or the screams of neighbors, well the ones below him, as there isn’t really a way to get into his apartment except with the elevator and a security key needed to even get on his floor.

But of course, food would go out, and so came the time where he had to step out if he wanted to survive. 

Crossing paths with a group of survivors, Thorne joined them for some time. Which didn’t come with stupid comments about being a rich heir in an apocalypse, he soon left them behind one morning, too fed up with their bullshit. He wandered alone for a while, getting blood on his hands when people decided to attack him for no reason or some of the infected trying to feast on him.

While he joined and left groups through the years, it took a bit until he found a group he stayed in, yet it didn’t take long until he was known as Thorne De Véres in his group and soon it spread to the groups they encountered. 

Many would think as a rich heir he wouldn’t try to get his hands dirty, but he did. While it shouldn’t be the time to take even more lives, Thorne did anyway.

[ntoxicatedcherri]

Summary: Sub!Taemin x Dom!Black OFC

Taemin, a human with a deep fascination for the supernatural, willingly offers himself as a blood servant to Desiree, a powerful and enigmatic vampire.

As he surrenders to her intoxicating allure, Taemin discovers a forbidden pleasure in their blood bond and an overwhelming desire for submission. Caught between his humanity and a growing longing to join the vampire world, Taemin faces a harrowing choice that will redefine his existence. "Enthrall" is a haunting and seductive tale of love, power, and the eternal struggle between light and darkness.

This fanfiction contains intense and potentially distressing content. The intended audience is 18+, absolutely no minor allowed. While there are no non-consensual acts depicted, it explores dark themes that may be unsettling for some readers. I advise exercising caution and considering your comfort level before proceeding.

Situations that involve unprotected sex, bloodplay, knife play, dominant/submissive dynamics, violence, supernatural/horror themes, & death are included in this fic.

Please ensure your well-being and mental health while engaging with this fanfiction. Take breaks if needed and reach out to supportive resources if the content becomes overwhelming. Remember, your mental well-being is of utmost importance.

Read at your own discretion.

Chapter One: Desire

The moon hung low over the land of Lunara, its silvery light casting a gentle glow on the stone walls of the manor. The manor's stone facade, weathered through the  centuries yet still imposing, rose proudly against the backdrop of towering oaks.. Ivy clung to the walls, its emerald tendrils weaving an intricate pattern that added to the manor's mystery.

Taemin looked back down at the book he held in hand. The manor was exactly as it was on the page.

The entrance to the manor was grand, framed by two imposing wooden doors bound in iron. Intricate carvings of protective runes and mythical creatures adorned the doors, hinting at the magic that lay within. As Taemin stepped inside, the grandeur of the exterior gave way to the inviting warmth of the interior.

He inhaled the deep, leathery scent of the manor. He flipped the pages of his book to find the image of his desire….

Desiree..

One of the most powerful beings to exist. The only witch to become a vampire and keep her powers.

Taemin shoved the book into his bag that was slung over his shoulder. He couldn’t believe that he was here in her home. He could hear the sounds of the gala coming from down the hall, but Taemin wanted to take his time. He took a deep breath before setting off to explore his surroundings.

The grand foyer was a sight to behold, with a sweeping staircase made of polished mahogany that led to the upper floors. The banister was adorned with delicate carvings of flora and fauna, each detail meticulously crafted. Rich tapestries depict scenes of Desiree’s ancestors and their many accomplishments hang from the walls, their vibrant colors and intricate designs a testament to the family’s proud heritage.

To the right of the foyer, a set of double doors opened into the grand library. This room, with its high, vaulted ceiling, was a masterpiece of opulence and comfort. Deep sapphire blue draperies framed tall, arched windows that allowed streams of moonlight to flood the room, casting a silver glow over everything. The walls were lined with shelves filled with books—ancient tomes and scrolls, alongside more recent volumes—all hinting at the extensive knowledge and magical prowess of Desiree’s family.

Plush sofas and armchairs, upholstered in rich fabrics of emerald green and deep burgundy, were arranged around a grand fireplace. The mantelpiece was adorned with candles and curious artifacts, their origins and purposes known only to Desiree. Above the fireplace hung a grand portrait of Desiree’s mother, her serene expression and regal.

The dining hall, accessible through an arched doorway from the salon, was equally magnificent. A long, dark wood table dominated the room, surrounded by high-backed chairs with intricately carved designs. The walls were adorned with more tapestries, these depicting bountiful feasts and joyous celebrations. A grand chandelier hung from the ceiling, its crystal facets catching the light and casting a sparkling glow over the room.

The manor’s kitchen, though less grandiose, was a warm and inviting space. Copper pots and pans hung from hooks above a large, sturdy wooden table where Desiree often prepared potions and remedies. The scent of herbs and spices filled the air, mingling with the warmth from the constantly burning hearth. This was a place of creation and comfort, where magic and the mundane blended seamlessly.

Upstairs, the private quarters were no less impressive. Desiree’s chambers were a sanctuary of tranquility and elegance. The room was dominated by a grand, four-poster bed draped with deep blue and silver linens. A writing desk sat by the window, overlooking the lush gardens below, where Desiree often found inspiration for her spells and potions. The adjoining bathroom was a marvel of luxury, with a large clawfoot tub and an array of fragrant oils and soaps.

Taemin traced the glass bottles with the tips of his fingers. A surge of energy flooded through him. He stepped back out into her chambers and looked out of the window.

Beyond the manor, the gardens were a wonder of their own. Paths of cobblestone wound through beds of rare and magical plants, their vibrant blooms and unusual foliage creating a kaleidoscope of colors and textures. A small, serene pond lay at the heart of the garden, its surface reflecting the moon and stars above, adding to the ethereal beauty of the estate.

The grand ballroom was a spectacle of opulence and grandeur. The ceiling was a high, vaulted expanse, supported by carved wooden beams crafted by master artisans centuries ago. Crystal chandeliers hung low, their prisms scattered light into a million sparkling facets that illuminated the room with a soft, golden glow. The walls were lined with rich, dark mahogany paneling, adorned with antique mirrors framed in gold and silver leaf. These mirrors reflected the light and the movement in the room, adding to the illusion of infinite space.

The floor was a vast expanse of polished marble, veined with delicate patterns of gray and white that shift and shimmer with each step. Luxurious Persian rugs, with intricate patterns in deep reds and blues, were strategically placed to soften the sound of footsteps and provide a touch of warmth to the cold marble.

Everything was just as he imagined and more.

The vampires were dressed in attire of classic elegance. Each outfit was carefully chosen to reflect their status and personality. Their presence exuded an aura of authority and ancient power, their movements graceful and deliberate. Some have pale, almost translucent skin that contrasts sharply with the rich fabrics they wear, while others have a deep, richness to their skin that was only highlighted more by the vibrant colors they wore.

The human attendants, in contrast, were dressed in more subdued, yet elegant, formal wear. They moved efficiently through the crowd, offering platters of gourmet delicacies and glasses of exquisite wine. Their expressions were carefully neutral, but their eyes revealed a mix of awe and apprehension as they served the vampires, who are both revered and feared. 

The food served at the gala is an extravagant array of delicacies, from delicate canapés and foie gras to rich, decadent desserts. Each dish is a work of art, presented with meticulous care and accompanied by rare wines and spirits that were probably as old as the manor itself.

Taemin took a glass from a nearby server and pushed his way through the patrons. He could feel the palpable tension in the air, a mixture of anticipation and the weight of centuries-old power. The soft murmur of conversations, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter create a soundtrack added to the atmosphere of controlled chaos and opulence. The energy in the room was electric, charged with the presence of beings who have witnessed centuries of history and are now gathered to witness the audacious offer that Taemin will make.

Amid the swirling colors and the hum of conversation, Taemin’s gaze was drawn to a secluded corner of the ballroom. There, illuminated by a soft, ethereal light, stands Yael. Her presence is magnetic, drawing the attention of everyone in the vicinity. She’s the embodiment of otherworldly beauty and power. Her gown, a deep shade of midnight blue with intricate silver embroidery, flows around her like liquid night, and her eyes—crimson and glowing faintly in the dim light—seem to pierce through the very essence of those who dare to look.

Taemin approaches cautiously, his heart racing as he takes in her regal demeanor. Desiree stands alone, her expression a serene mask of composure. The room around her seems to blur into insignificance. As Taemin steps closer, he notices that the air itself seems to shimmer with an almost palpable energy, enhancing the atmosphere of enchantment and danger.

“Are you lost?” Desiree’s voice is a smooth, haunting melody that sends a shiver down Taemin’s spine. Her tone is neither warm nor cold, but carries an undertone of intrigue that immediately puts Taemin on edge.

Taemin swallows hard, gathering his courage. “No, I’m not lost. I came here to find you.”

Desiree raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “And why would you seek me out?”

Taemin takes a deep breath, his gaze unwavering despite the intense pressure of her scrutiny. 

“I know who you are, Desiree. I’ve heard stories about your power, your grace. I’ve spent years researching the myths and legends surrounding you. I want to offer myself to you, to become your blood servant.”

A murmur of surprise ripples through the nearby guests, but Desiree’s attention remains solely on Taemin. There’s a moment of silence, during which Taemin can almost feel the weight of her assessment, as if she’s weighing not just his words but the sincerity of his soul.

She steps closer, her gaze fixed on Taemin with an intensity that makes him feel as though she’s looking straight through him. 

“You come here, to this event, and make such an audacious claim. Do you understand what it means to offer yourself in such a manner?”

Taemin nods, his voice steady despite the fluttering in his chest. 

“I do. I’m willing to surrender everything, to give up my will and my freedom. I want to serve you, to be bound to you in every way.”

Desiree’s eyes narrow slightly, a mix of curiosity and amusement flickering across her face. “And what makes you think you’re worthy of such a position?”

Taemin meets her gaze with unwavering resolve. “Because I am committed to this. My desire is not born of mere fascination but of a deep-seated need to connect with something greater, something eternal. I am prepared to prove my worth to you.”

“I have never taken a blood servant. No one has ever proven themselves worthy.” Desiree began to circle Taemin. His pulse quickened at her close proximity to him.

“I know, but I beg you to please allow me to try”

“Beg? You stand in front of me and make claims to ‘beg’?”

Understanding the meaning behind her words, Taemin lowered himself to his knees. He bowed his head in reverence to her.

“Desiree Blackwood, radiant and eternal, I, Lee Taemin, stand before you not as a mere mortal, but as one who has been profoundly touched by the legend of your grace and power. I have wandered through shadows and dreams, seeking the one who embodies the very essence of what I yearn to be. I beg of you, let me be more than I am. Let me serve you not out of mere fascination, but from a deep, unshakable devotion that compels me to surrender all that I am. I offer myself, body and soul, to be your blood servant. I am prepared to sacrifice my freedom, my desires, and my very essence, for the honor of binding my life to yours.

Allow me to be the vessel through which your power flows, to stand as a testament to your eternal might. Grant me the privilege of proving my worth and dedication, that I may walk beside you, in service and in reverence. For in your service, I seek not only to be yours but to find purpose and fulfillment in the sacred bond we would share.”

Desiree’s melodic laugh reached Taemin’s ears. He could feel the warmth creep from his neck to his face. Desiree gently titled Taemin by the chin, so that he was looking deep into her eyes.

“Ah, Taemin, how passionately you lay bare your soul before me. You come to me with such earnestness, like a kitten longing for the warmth of the fire.

But tell me, Kitty, what makes you so certain that you can endure the flame? Many have sought to bask in my light, only to find themselves burned by the very fire they desired. You speak of surrender and sacrifice, yet the path you wish to tread is filled with trials and temptations.

Your plea is enchanting, and your resolve… admirable. Perhaps, I shall grant you a taste of what could be, if you prove yourself worthy. But know this: the journey will be one of both pleasure and pain, and your commitment will be tested in ways you cannot yet fathom.

For now, let us see how well you navigate the shadows and embrace the darkness. Only then will you earn the right to be more than a mere admirer. Show me, Kitty, that you are as steadfast as you are passionate. The flame awaits, and with it, the promise of a bond that could be as sweet as it is perilous.”

Taemin swallowed hard and did his best to hide his nervousness. Her gaze traveled deep down to his soul and sent butterflies to his stomach.

“I hear the challenge you present, and I embrace it with all the fervor of a soul yearning for purpose. I am prepared to face any trial you deem necessary, to endure whatever tests of spirit and will you set before me. My heart is set on proving my worth to you, and I will not fail. 

Guide me through these trials, Desiree, and I will prove myself worthy of the bond we could share. My spirit is resolute, and my will is steadfast. Whatever you require, I will deliver, for I seek only to be yours in the truest sense.”

[thefunkiestofthings]

Welcome to Robots!!! My name is Funky! I go by Xe/Xem or They/Them! This pinned post will be updated as needed, but generally this is just a hello and a tag storage silo. If you want to see the tags for my posting / my Au's, see under the below!! :DDD

Last updated: 10/25/2024

My AU's and fics!! #Starfall Inversion - My main passion project, an inversion au for TSAMS with a whole cast of OC's and nonsense. A What If for if the universe of TSAMS had a secret second dimension that explained alot of the show's plotholes. #Circuits Between Stars - My ongoing reader x Lunar x Gemini fic! A lovely look into the nonsense of trying to date someone ascending into starhood. ...And accidentally ending up in a very nice polycule. A recommended read for Lunar kissers, Gemini fans, and Anyone who enjoys a good Lunara episode. #One Week Idolatry - My finished Lumini fic!!! An Amnesia au with lots of fluffy nonsense. Written as an exploration for how to write the Gemini twins in character, ended up at 28 thousand words.

All available on my AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/JustAFunkyDude

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LUNARA....... LUNARA X ME....... MEIN GOTT........ AUGHHHHHHH TAKES DAMAGE

Insert the Minecraft taking damage SFX here.

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lunara x me tbh 😔 theyd kill me and then i'd haunt them to be like "omg thank u its an honor"

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Did you guys know that Lunara. is pretty. and I'm kissing them.

Same for their blackhole. I may be objectum for Lunara but I can appreciate a good universe destroying force.

Me x Lunara x the blackhole = OTP

I'm taking you. To an intervention.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ···─Welcome to the Reader Story List.

I wanted to make a list for my Male Reader stories, now that the first story is on the horizon. Don't be shy to ask about the characters <3

ㅤㅤㅤㅤA WORLD TO CALL OUR OWN

FEATURING: Thorne x Male Reader

INTRODUCTION 1: Announcement + Sneak Peak into Lunara

INTRODUCTION 2: Characters | Thorne and Male Reader

CHAPTER BOARD Current Chapters: None