#sona reveal? surprise! it’s a white woman.

[jimboyasu]

Thank you for 30 followers!!

Thank you all so much for the continued support of my content! Although, I admittedly don’t post as often as I should.

I do have some things up my sleeves though, despite the fact that I’ll be getting busy again. It’s my third year of university, so after this I’ll be home free, hopefully with my bachelors degree!

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I wonder what lies under this mysterious looking cut…

HAHA! Get fooled into looking at my works in progress! Except for the first one, she’s just my project sekai oc. Thank you guys for the continuous support, it means so much to me. Heh. The fourth one is a sketch of my partner. Isn’t he so beautiful?

[gold-rhine]

amab adeptus girls🙏🙏🙏

I would like to mention that this ask was received before the current lantern rite, where the Hot-Sonas of madame ping and cloud retainer were revealed, so I'm only doing Ganyu

amab sub! Ganyu x afab Keqing

Warnings: nsfw, handjob, oral, bondage, workaholic lesbian flirting

Wordcount: 1,3k

“I will deal with this tomorrow, according to our plan then,” Ganyu said, looking up from the documents spread out on the table. They both stayed late in Keqing’s office, in fact, so late the entire building was empty by now.

Keqing nodded, leaning back in her chair.

“Sure. And if some unforeseen circumstances arise, I trust your judgment in dealing with them.”

“You do?” adeptus blinked a few times, her plump pink lips opening in surprise.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” Keqing raised her eyebrow and the other woman blushed faintly, looking away.

“It’s only that I’ve thought you consider me… best suited to executing orders instead of making decisions.”

“Ah,” it was Keqing’s time to blush, but she didn’t look away. She believed in facing up her past bad judgements head on. “Well, maybe at first. But I was very inexperienced back then and I’ve changed my opinions on many positions, including your evaluation. I’ve come to respect and admire your ability, especially that you’d carry out orders perfectly even if you didn’t agree with the premise entirely. Many others would use that opportunity to sabotage the whole project and get some personal leverage.”

“Even if I didn’t agree with you, I could always tell you’re dedicated fully to the good of Liyue, so why would I not give your ideas the best chance they can have?” Ganyu said passionately, leaning forward, her cheeks glowing and chest raising. “And I’ve come to respect and admire your abilities and your bravery, honesty, and propensity for innovation too. It’s an honor to help bring your vision of this country’s future to life.”

Keqing always believed in seizing the opportunity while it’s there, so she reached out, caught the other woman’s chin and kissed her. Ganyu made a muffled squeal of surprise, but answered the kiss, her tender lips sweet and timid at first, but opening more and more as she threw her arms over Keqing’s neck. She leaned in as Keqing’s hands roamed over her body, squeezed her full breasts, slid down her bare back and groped her ass.

“Wait…” the adeptus whispered breathily, breaking a kiss. “There are few things you should know about me…”

“Whatever it is, it’s okay.”

“No, I have to tell you first…”

“Okay, of course, what is it?” Keqing asked soothingly, at the same time opening the clasp which held up Ganyu’s top at her neck and sliding it down to reveal her beautiful breasts. 

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone… so I’m afraid I’m very rusty…”

“It’s fine.”

“No, I mean it’s been hundreds of years… I might not know what’s expected of me now…”

“Yeah, it’s fine, I’m pretty sure the concept of a pillow princess hasn’t changed since the old times,” Keqing said with emphasis, kissing the other woman's throat. Ganyu’s chest had wide, but very pale pink areolas, almost transparent lilac, but her nipples turned into small, hard pebbles under the caress. 

“Oh, they have a name for it now? Okay, but… There’s another thing…” adeptus blushed brilliantly, but firmly slid her body suit off to her thighs, revealing…

“Rex Lapis, you have a tail?!”

A fluffy pale blue ball of fur with white underside trembled at Ganyu’s backside.

“It’s hardly appropriate to invoke Rex Lapis’ name at a time like this!”

“You’ve had a tail this whole time? You had a fake metal accessory in place of a tail while there was an *actual* tail under it all along?!”

“Yes… It’s yet another sign separating me from the humans, but also a reminder that I lack the power of true adeptus to have complete control of my form…”

“It’s adorable. It looks very cute on you,” Keqing said, sliding her hands down the archer’s body and between her now bared plump thighs. Adeptus blushed at the compliment and her cock twitched under Keqing’s palm.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable to have it squished up like that?”

“Well, it’s hardly appropriate for the Secretary to have a wiggling tail out! It would certainly ruin any claim to serious authority!”

“I think it’s very respectable, but I recognize your reasons. Though I think people would get used to it and treat you according to your immaculate deeds rather than appearance, but ultimately it’s up to you to decide.”

“Thank you. I know you don’t believe in the inherent superiority of the adepti, so I trust you would not treat me differently…” “Never,” Keqing muttered against the other woman’s throat, stroking her pretty dick. Ganyu squealed, overwhelmed, her hands uncontrollably rose up to her collarbones, flailing nervously.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m very rusty as I’ve said… I just… don’t know what to do with my hands sometimes…”

“It’s okay. I think I can solve this problem,” Keqing opened the lower drawer of her table, rummaging around until she found the handcuffs.

“Oh…” Ganyu breathed, blushing even brighter, but shyly offered her wrists nonetheless. Keqing kissed tender skin and closed handcuffs over it, and then attached the clasp to adeptus’ choker, where the stylized bell usually dangled, so that her cuffed hands were fixed near her neck.

“Better?” she grinned and kissed Ganyu without waiting for an answer from an embarrassed, but clearly pleased secretary. She writhed under Keqing’s hands, her hips thrusting and trembling helplessly. Her small thick dick was throbbing sweetly, tip leaking and staining her tummy and dripping down on her plump thighs. She came whimpering with Keqing’s mouth on her breasts and hand pumping her cock, shivering and leaning against the other woman.

“Are you okay…” Keqing started asking, when the secretary started moving. Ganyu trailed kisses down Keqing’s chest, ribcage and stomach, until she nuzzled against her skirt and looked up. She looked so sweet, kneeling with her hands helplessly chained over her full breasts, with pink nipples peaking hard from arousal, big violet eyes looking so meekly and patiently. Keqing lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, revealing her pussy, and the adeptus immediately buried her face in it, lapping at the exposed clit. Keqing moaned and threaded her fingers in the soft curls of the Ganyu’s hair, when the other woman looked up.

“Please don’t tug at the horns…” she muttered shyly, blushing bright.

“Mmm, okay. I thought the livestock’s horns didn’t have any sensitivity though.”

“Well, I’m not livestock,” Ganyu said defiantly, which was adorale considering her mouth was still pressed against Keqing’s cunt. “My horns are very sensitive.”

“Oh, of course. I’m sorry if I was rude,” Keqing said, recalculating her mental system, which was somewhat hard due to her cunt at the moment being exposed and licked. “I would never hurt you. Should I not touch them at all or is it okay if I’m very gentle?”

Ganyu looked up, her cheeks red with blush, her large breasts pressed against Keqing’s legs and pink tongue sticking out as she was licking at the other woman’s pussy.

“You can touch them… if you’re careful…”

Ganyu’s tongue lapped against the other woman’s cunt, while Keqing’s trembling fingers ran along the ridge of red-black horns, rubbed tenderly at the base, making the archer moan sweetly against her flesh. And she was good, she ate Keqing out so well, her mouth gentle, but persistent, and her tiny whimpers felt so good against the wet cunt when Keqing played with her horns. Keqing made sure to not grip them though, when she got close and was losing control, thrusting against adeptus’ face and moaning quietly. She came in shudders and leaned back on the chair, while Ganyu crawled up onto her lap. The archer nuzzled at her neck and curled in a cute, chubby ball, and when Keqing came back to her senses, Ganyu was already sleeping.

“Wait…” Keqing breathed out, her eyes widening. “Is *that* what you thought pillow princess means?"

[virtuosin]

It was dark. Lamps once blossomed with light, withered now under the heaviness of darkness. The soft sounds of the forest gone to absolute silence. Even the gentle whisper of wind seemed to have simply vanished as suddenly as the warm glow.

A deep, oppressive sensation fluttered through those who dare find themselves there alone. The old Temple, once beautiful, and vibrant, now nothing more than a run down shack. A place where beggars may have made nest for a night, then hurried off the next morning. If they survived that long.

Yet she would find herself among emptiness. Thick air filling the atmosphere with something.. truly raw. Primal.. It looms like a strange shadow, growing ever more intense as the time goes on. She might sense it. A presence. A glance at her back reveals nothing. Swift turn, empty halls with just a hint of moonlight trying to creep its way through.

And then... Claws. Soft, tickling touch gracing the back of her neck. A voice stretching out through these empty rooms like silk collecting against soft skin.

"Well aren't you a pretty little thing." Young, yet ancient at the same time. Foot falls lost as if he were stepping upon the air itself. He can only smile. One horn curved upward with heterochromatic eyes drinking in the stranger. Intrigued. A fanged grin to follow as ginger locks and combating white streaks fall against his features.

"Are you lost?" He asked. A playful tone. He stood before her, "Or have you come here for something else?"

(I wanted to write Nightbringer Kayn. >.> I'll send Rhaast along shortly <3 ))

This had been a dangerous jaunt from the start. What right had the maven in traveling about the archaic temples of powerful creatures? These were gods, demi-gods, beings that were never to be trifled with by mortals, only feared or revered. Or both, honestly. In Sona's case, she was enthralled by the esoteric lore surrounding the theology of these entities. They had to exist for such temples to be erected, surely, but it wasn't enough for her to settle on old wives tales and commonly interpreted retellings. Curiosity often drove the maven to dangerous territory, as it did on this night. It comes as no surprise that the shadows crawling on her skin were tangible, though the fear grips her the same when the voice rattles in her ears. Voice failed her--rather, her magic did--the sudden touch to her neck leaving the woman stunned. Sona was confident by mortal standards, perhaps too bold for her own good. Yet, she is sundered into silence, her body stiff as a board as the oppressive aura of the other washes over her. "I-" She attempts, but the frailty of her voice sickens her. Pride was never something she clutched to, particularly in the face of such an omnipotent being, but it cripples her ego all the same. Once more she tries again, biting her lower ruby lip while her voice echoes into his mind unbidden. "-came looking for proof of..." She goes silent, still holding tight to her lower lip with teeth. "...the lost knowledge of these beings." The words finally finish, her eyes quickly darting toward their surroundings; tattered wallpaper, screens, and aged scrolls ruined by dust. Soft blue hair sways around her shoulders, twin tails fluttering close to the decrepit flooring. Eyes shimmer with a blue radiance, as if in defiance of the creature before her. Uneasiness remains as the fight-or-flight instinct roars within her petite form. This man--whatever he was--is a threat to her life, and if she does lowers her guard, death is almost assured...though, in a sickening way, he seems to relish in her company. It only furthers her corners regarding survival. "...I-I hadn't thought I'd find..." Any sign of a real deity. "...anything worthwhile after all this time. Records are difficult to find, let alone any remaining...in tact."

[rosywrites]

Beyond the Depths, Chapter 2

Title: Beyond the Depths (Merman Jhin AU) Chapter 2: Grasping at the Dark Fandom: League of Legends Ship: Jhin x Sona

[AO3]

Word count: 5,639

The merman didn’t remember much from when he washed up in Buvelle shores. He only remembered flashes of blue in his blurred vision. Perhaps also a dull pain and the feeling of his claws digging into something.

What was it he was doing again?

His eyes fluttered open to a dim light above the sea. Was it daytime? Nighttime? How much time had passed since he went unconscious?

Ah, he felt sleep pulling at his mind again. He didn’t fight the soothing lull of sleep.

The merman opened his eyes again. The light was still there, in the same place where it was. Had he slept the whole day? The sea was so calm, clear, and blue. He turned over, realizing he was laying on sand. It was plush, almost soft against his exposed skin.  

The gills on his neck and side of his torso opened up as he breathed in the water. But the sudden surge of pain had him keel over and cough violently as he pressed the palm of his claw against his wound.

It was a miracle he was still alive. He was sure he bled to death. A rock lay in the near distance, and he waded his way over to lean against it.

As he propped himself up, something caught his eye. Patches of white cloth adhered to his exposed skin. There was also something similar of the sort wrapping around his torso as well, where his wound was. What was this? He lifted his arm to take a look at it, before his elbow hit something solid.

He looked up at what he must have hit. But it was nothing but the blue depths. His eyes squinted. He reached out, his palms meeting with something solid once more.

His eyes darted back and forth as he kept feeling around this strange wall that prevented him from going forward.

A faint reflection of the rock and plants on the wall caught his attention. Holding his claws away from the wall, he saw that they were reflected as well.

A mirror?

No. Glass.

A light tapping from behind him made him freeze. He turned, headfirst, slowly towards the source of the taps. The distortion of the glass made the silhouette at the other side seem blurry, but focusing on the figure revealed the blue-haired woman that he had failed to kill. The woman that had pierced his body with a simple piece of plankwood.

He hissed, swimming straight for her figure but stopping just inches away from the glass. He slammed his claws against it, as if in an attempt to shatter it. However, the glass proved unbreakable. Not even the tips of his claws could put a scratch in it.

With one last, though with much less power than before, hit against the glass, the merman glared at the woman. She was covered in patches of cloth, just like him. It infuriated him that she was still alive, but there was an underlying hint of satisfaction when he saw how dead her eyes were.

Dead with rage and despair.

If only that was the last emotion she felt as she dies. Truly poetic.

But despite that, the woman’s lips curled into a smile. A smile of malice and triumph. It was brief, but he caught it. He banged against the glass, causing her to wince.

He shot her a smirk of his own. What a foolish woman, to think she could win by trapping him in a tank. It was an unfavorable situation, but she feared him. That was enough to get the gears moving.

He chuckled, despite the pain. “My, my. I wonder what she would think of this. Your mother, I believe?” he mocked. He saw the surprise in her eyes, which widened from hearing him speak a human language. The common tongue of Ionia. To this, he also felt some surprise. “Now that I take a closer look,” he paused to swim closer to the glass, where Sona stood near, “you are Ionian.”

The woman’s eyes hardened. Indeed, she was. But having been adopted into a noble house of Demacia, she knew both the tongues of Demacia and Ionia.

“Surprised a merman can speak that you can’t find your own words?”

She then opened her mouth as if to say something, but then she shook her head and relaxed as much as anyone would in her position.

“You’re a quiet one, aren’t you?”

She was silent. With another shake of her head, presumably to her own thoughts, she headed towards the door. Before disappearing behind the door, she looked back and sent him one last glare.

Despite his growing irritation, he didn’t push. There will be plenty of opportunities for that later.

Besides, he had the feeling she would be visiting him often.

He remembered waking up to a net bringing him above the water, where several maids and butlers held him tightly as he thrashed around. Then, he felt a sharp sting in his arm. Next thing he knew, he was just barely unconscious.

Another group of people placed him somewhere plush, replacing the patches of cloth with new ones. In the brief moments when he gained some control over his body, all he could manage was a violent twitch, making some people flinch in response. He just couldn’t move or stay awake long enough to do much.

They threw him back into the tank before he started suffocating from the air.

As he slowly sunk to the bottom, he caught sight of the woman watching him. But she didn’t smile. Her eyes were those of anger.

Sadness.

Despair.

Pity.

Resignation.

And for a moment, he thought her eyes were like the deep blue.

When he awoke, he saw the moon outside the window on the ceiling. Ah, it was already night. As he got up, he noticed live fish swimming in his tank. Big and enough in numbers to feed a larger fish.

He clicked his tongue in irritation. He was hungry, but eating a fish felt like a spear in his pride. He swam around with the fish, searching for any presences outside his tank. If it was a maid or a butler, perhaps he wouldn't mind. But he would rather be caught dead than eat a fish in front of the woman.

After determining that no one else was in the room, he swiped a fish and tore at it. And then another. And another. He took as many as he could until he was full.

As he settled, he examined the patches covering his body. They were all covering the inflamed areas because of his long exposure to the sun. It was most likely to treat it, so he could recover.

Odd. After what he did to her mother, he would’ve thought she would order them to kill him slowly.

He spent the rest of the night swimming around in the large tank, familiarizing himself with what’s been placed in there.

Sona sat by the windowsill of her room, the white curtains gently flying in the night breeze. She couldn’t sleep. Her nightmares were keeping her up, and she didn’t want to go back to sleep again. From her window, she could easily see the ocean and the lighthouse that helped guide nearby ships.

She sighed heavily. Her eyes were swollen and bloodshot, and the bags under her eyes were so dark. It wasn’t helping that she had lots of paperwork to do as well, now that she was becoming the head of the Buvelle estate. She held her head and shut her eyes to soothe the headache threatening to turn for the worse.

It had been days since the incident. Her guards were doing all they can to deter the interviews about the ship and her mother. As if she didn’t need any more stress than she did now.

Looking back at the ocean, she remembered the merman. She hesitated, but she got off the windowsill to put on her shawl. Gods knew what she wanted to get out of this, but she couldn’t sit there alone with these nightmares haunting her.

As she trudged through the halls towards the room where the merman’s tank was, she stopped to look at the moon outside. Tears pricked at her eyes again as she thought about her mother. She pulled her shawl closer and continued on her way.

When she cracked open the door, she froze in place. What would she even get out of this? Catharsis was much, much further away for her. Visiting the merman, her mother’s killer, wouldn’t do anything for her yet.

Sona pushed the door open more to slip through. After closing the door behind her, she gazed into the tank. The merman floated where he was, as if he was waiting for her to approach.

“A late night visit? What an honor,” he said flatly. “What can I offer for you this time, I wonder?”

She wordlessly approached the tank but stood at a short distance away from the glass. She sat down and stared blankly into the tank. She didn’t even pay the merman mind.

The merman raised a brow at her strange actions. He swam closer to examine her. Swollen eyes, most likely from crying. Bags under the eyes, lack of sleep. Slightly disheveled hair, having awoken recently. Clearly, she has had a lot of trouble, whether it was thanks to him or not.

“I don’t suppose you came here to talk.” A simple glance was all he needed. “Very well then.” He then proceeded to swim around the tank as he always does, occasionally swiping a fish if he felt like having something to eat.

Sona couldn’t help but glare at her reflection at the merman’s carefreeness. She knew he was trying to elicit some sort of reaction out of her, but she didn’t want to give in. This wasn’t good for her. Not yet. She stood up, ready to give up for the night.

“It’s interesting, how your mother died.”

She froze. Her eyes then jumped to the merman.

“She sacrificed herself to save you, even though she probably knew I could kill you at any moment.” The merman’s eyes looked amused as he thought about it. “Her last moments in death… Fascinating. Despite the way her body was, her eyes didn’t see me at all.” He then looked at her, who was now in front of the glass. “She was looking at you.”

A loud bang against the glass took the merman aback.

Her knuckles turned white from the sheer strength it took to hit the tank. She gritted her teeth as she held back the urge to shed the tears she doesn’t have. It took a considerable amount of restraint to simply glare at the merman before scoffing and turning away.

The door clicked shut, and the shadows of her feet behind the door lingered before they disappeared to the left.

The merman’s smile disappeared as he sat on a rock nearby. As big as this tank was, he knew for certain he was trapped. There was a lid on the tank to prevent him from hopping out as well. Even if he were to, he didn’t know where the exit was.

And the woman’s presence made it worse. No matter how weary she looked, he hated seeing her emotionless eyes look at him. Like she was judging him in his situation.

He hated that.

A maid opened the lid of his tank, holding a large bucket of what he supposed was his next few meals. Scheming something in the back of his mind, he swam up to the surface, poking his head above the water up to his eye level. The maid sucked in her breath once she noticed.

He watched her from afar, not making any movements to frighten her.

“U-um…” the maid stuttered. “You’ve run out of fish, so… the lady thought we should fill your tank again…”

His eyes slightly narrowed. All this was from the woman’s orders? Seemed unlikely.

The maid was Demacian, though she spoke their common tongue for him to understand. She had golden hair tied into two thick braids brought to the front. A few freckles dotting her skin, as well. Oh, how wonderful she would look in her final moments.

As she cautiously dumped all the fish inside the tank, she kept her eyes on the merman. She was warned of what the merman was capable of, so she had to keep her distance.

However, the merman’s gurgling caught her attention. Was he trying to say something?

“I, I’m sorry, what is it?” Forgetting what she was just warned of, she leaned a little closer to hear the merman’s words. Strange, he almost sounded like he was speaking Demacian, but the water was muffling the words. But before she could realize she was already past the edge of where she should’ve been, a claw grabbed her wrist and dragged her underwater.

A stream of bubbles floated to the surface of the water, the maid desperately crying out for help. The bubbles slowly turned to red as the maid’s muffled cries turned into dying gurgles while the merman got to work.

 “Lady Sona!” a butler burst into Sona’s room in a panic. “The, the merman… He…”

Sona rose immediately from her papers, her etwahl humming to life. “What happened?” she signed as she ran past the butler to follow another group of maids who were also similarly in a fright.

When she went into the room, she gasped in horror at the sight before her. The maid that was sent to put more fish into the merman’s tank was murdered. No, mutilated just like everyone else in the ship.

Her innards were splayed against the glass, though some had slid down to the sand. She was butchered into the shape of a tree, her hair mixed with the blood and meat to stick to the glass. By now, the water was just slightly murky, but not enough to conceal the merman or any of the decorations they put into his tank.

The incident flashed before Sona’s eyes. She bit her tongue to snap herself back to reality, before they overwhelmed her. She kept her hand on her etwahl to keep her composure.

Some of the maids couldn’t stomach it and ran out. Sona and two maids remained.

“Call for anyone who can help. Sedate the merman. We need to get the tank cleaned…” she communicated to both. “Also, bring the contact info for the maid who was murdered to my room. It is my duty to tell them of her passing.” Once the maids rushed out to call for backup, Sona approached the tank.

The merman met her gaze with a sickeningly sweet smile. “What do you think? A rather splendid artwork, no?” he spoke, in Demacian. “If only I could’ve made use of that golden hair without smudging it with blood. It would’ve looked… exquisite.”

Her expression was full of shock, horror, and disgust at his words.

He lowered himself to Sona’s level and look her in the eye. “The longer you keep me here, the more of this you will see. Wouldn’t that be grand?” he taunted. “I’m not sure what made you want to throw me into a prison like this, or if you even want to now.”

Indeed, why did Sona want to keep him alive in a tank? He has already claimed his first victim among her maids, and no doubt he would claim more should they be careless.

In the meantime, a few maids and butlers climbed up to the tank with a net and one holding a syringe of sedative.

The merman didn’t move, keeping his gaze on Sona. “What will you do once I’ve made art out of every single maid and butler here?” When the net took him in, he compliantly stayed in the net.

The hairs on the end of her neck suddenly stood on end when she got a chill down her spine.

The net was halfway up the tank, the merman moving his gaze to the group of people above. There was a glint in his blue eyes that Sona recognized.

Bloodlust.

The merman leapt out of the net, his claws and fangs bared to take his next set of victims.

Move.

The memories of mutilated passengers haunted her visions. The stinging pain of her nails digging into the wood of the mast surged through her fingers. The fear and despair of seeing her mother pulled out of her arms underwater overtook her.

Move!

Sona fought against her instincts that told her to run, and strummed a chord on her etwahl. A burst of golden light poured out of her fingertips towards the merman. It enveloped him, freezing him in place and knocking him unconscious.

Sona had come back from the maid’s home, having paid her condolences and respects to the family—a single mother and one little brother. She and the maids had done their best to get the maid together in one piece, but the maid still looked terribly mutilated. She was able to show the mother once the little brother had fallen asleep; the mother broke down into silent weeps, mourning her daughter. She apologized for not taking care of the merman that this situation had to happen.

They had exchanged some angry and guilt-ridden words and apologies, leaving Sona with the realization that this cannot happen again.

But all this sure was a wake-up call she needed.

The merman bolted awake from the creeping voices and hands that tore at his flesh in his dreams. The lingering image of his own unhinged jaws leaping out of the water haunted him for a few seconds before he realized he was still in the tank. He hissed when he touched his inflamed skin. They still haven’t completely recovered, and there was that occasional phantom pain in his wound too.

Recently, he had been getting nightmares similar to this, in which he would wake up in pain from his injuries. But now, it has been less frequent compared to the first few days.

Ever since then, the woman has been visiting frequently with the maids and butlers as well, as if to make sure he doesn’t cause trouble.

He sighed when he realized it was still night. Judging by the position of the moon, it was past midnight. Just as he was going to try to sleep again, a dull, repetitive thud against the glass caught his attention. He peeked from behind the rock to find the source of the sound. It was almost inaudible, but he could still hear it.

Near the side of the glass, Sona was lightly banging her head against the glass. She was sitting on the floor, a book in her hand and her etwahl behind her.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

Sona raised her head in surprise, not expecting the merman to be awake. She rubbed the red spot on her forehead from repeatedly hitting it against the glass.

“Have you finally lost your mind?”

She smirked scornfully in response, as if she could believe that he asked that. She shook her head and opened her book again.

There was a long moment of silence of the merman not knowing what to do. The woman didn’t seem to have anything up her sleeve. She was just… there.

Curious, he finally swam closer to her to see what she was reading. He couldn’t read, but judging by the drawings, she was reading a book about merpeople. It seemed to be some sort of analytical book, as one drawing depicted the anatomy of a merman and a mermaid.

“I doubt you’ll get anything out of that book,” he said. “From what I’ve heard, many books are inaccurate about what they know of merpeople.”

Sona remained still for a moment before marking her book and closing it. She gazed into the merman’s eyes with a different expression than he’s seen. What was it? Resolution? Determination?

“You…” she started to sign, “are a merman, correct?”

He furrowed his brows in confusion. Sign language? “Hm, finally up for conversation, are you? Before I answer, are you mute?”

“Answer my question first.”

The merman scoffed at her impertinence, but he decided to oblige. “I am, though most likely not the kind you were thinking I am.”

She only nodded. “I am mute. I can only communicate through sign language…” She paused, her own brows furrowing as well. She eyed the merman and then behind her, where her etwahl was. She glanced back at the merman again. She dropped her hands. “Or communicate through my mind.”

Her voice sounded clear and crisp as if she was standing in front of the merman. He held his claws to his ears in shock. She had not opened her mouth at all, and even if she did, a mute wouldn’t even have a voice.

“I knew it…”

“How are you doing that?”

Sona shook her head. “My instrument has this strange power. Not many can hear my voice, but if I can somehow… make a connection with a person,” she paused as she looked up at the merman, “they can hear me.”

“Hm, a peculiar power. Though, now that you’re talking, you’re not as quiet and reserved as I thought you were.”

She stroked the spine of the book with her thumb as she contemplated. “Why do you kill people?”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“I have books collected all over Runeterra that are said to have proper information recorded in each page.” She looked at the merman as if searching for an answer. “There aren’t many on merpeople. But all the books I’ve read state that merpeople don’t kill in excess, especially not humans.”

“At least in the way I do, I presume.”

Sona nodded in response. “So why?”

“Have you ever heard of the phrase: There is beauty in death?” The merman’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “Haven’t you ever wondered what someone’s life would be in their final moment? That you can turn a boring death into something like… an artwork?”

“Haven’t you ever wondered that you would be taking away a loved one or someone important to another?” she angrily retorted.

“Hmph. I wouldn’t expect someone like you to understand what I do. It makes me feel like I’m living, like I’m alive!” He shrugged. “Besides, I can always take the other loved one and do the same to them as well.” His smile widened. “It’s a shame I couldn’t make you the last.”

Sona shuddered at the glint in the merman’s eyes, but she refused to give in. “How are your nightmares? Frightening, no?”

At that, his smile disappeared in an instant as he narrowed his eyes at her. “How would you know that?”

“You made some strange noises earlier. And when you woke up, you reacted as if you were used to whatever was haunting you.” She brushed her hands on the strings of her etwahl. “I could only assume you had a bad dream.”

The merman clicked his tongue in irritation. “It’s almost absurd how many surprises you must have up your sleeve.”

“Do you see yourself in those dreams?”

The merman froze.

“It must be an interesting experience to be torn apart by your own hands, isn’t it?”

“What did you do to me? Back then?”

She frowned as she brought her etwahl forward. “Remember when I said my instrument has a strange power. It seems to have the power to convey my own emotions and thoughts as well with my magic.” She looked up at him with hardened eyes. “When you leapt out of the water, I had flashbacks of that incident in the ship. I, naturally, reacted to stop you with my magic. Somehow my emotions must have mixed in there as well.”

“So these… nightmares are your fault?”

“I prefer to say a taste of your own medicine, if you please. Bitter, isn’t it?” She silently chuckled. “Don’t worry. That will wear off very soon, though not completely.” But her smile disappeared as fast as a frown replaced it. “Unless you give me more of a reason to do more.”

As the woman had said, the nightmares did go away in time. But that haunting and phantom feeling of fright caught him in his tracks whenever he tried to kill another maid or butler. Just as he would reach for the dangling arm or piece of cloth, he would freeze in place and feel his chest constrict.

It was frustrating not being able to feel like he used to. He used to revel in thoughts of creating artworks out of every maid or butler that came by to tend to his needs. Oh yes, even that woman.

But now, even a simple thought elicited a faint feeling similar to his nightmares in the back of his mind.

Was this her magic? Is that what she meant when it wouldn’t wear off completely?

He swam circles in the tank in irritation, no longer paying attention to the maids who came to check on the water conditions.

“You did something to me,” the merman growled.

Sona raised her head from her etwahl, though her fingers didn’t stop strumming the strings. “Whatever do you mean?”

“Ever since that day, I can’t do what I used to do anymore.” He slammed his claw against the glass. “What did you do to me?”

“All I did was convey what I felt back then. My magic should have worn off by now.”

“But you said that it wouldn’t wear off completely . What did you mean by that?”

“Yes, my magic did wear off. But now you know and understand fear. Fear I felt when you destroyed the ship, killed the passengers and my mother, and used my maid as your little play thing.” She stared at the etwahl. “I cannot help you get rid of that feeling. It’s not something within my powers to do so.”

“Then what am I supposed to do? It was only in those moments when I feel alive !” He slammed his fists in the sand before Sona. “You took the only thing I had!”

“And so did you.”

The merman laughed cruelly. “Oh, please. Don’t you preach to me about losing everything when you still have a home and other humans to interact with.”

“My mother was the reason I am here now,” she strongly retorted. “She’s the one who gave me everything I could ask for: a family and a warm home. And you took all that with her when you killed her.”

Silence ensued when Sona broke down into tears. They felt neither sympathy nor pity for the other in this moment. Just a whirlpool of anger and despair at what they’ve lost.

When it was time to change the bandages for the merman, he didn’t fight. He didn’t try to kill anyone. He let them inject the sedative to put him under before they unwrapped him.

This time, Sona attended to see how his injuries were faring.

The inflamed patches of skin were now almost completely healed. But the pierce wound in his side was still recovering. After all, she did thrust the plankwood rather deep to save herself. She sighed, wondering how everything wound up like this.

She watched the merman’s eyes listlessly wander from person to person. When they found Sona’s, they kept their gaze on her for the entire time.

They almost seemed dead, just like when she first found him on Buvelle shores.

“What is it about death that you see beauty in?”

“Pardon?”

“You said before that you see beauty in death, in someone’s final moments.” She stopped strumming to look up at the merman. “What do you see? Why do you see beauty in another’s death?”

“Well, I can’t answer that. Not with what you’ve done to me.”

Sona knew he was lying, and she gave him a stern expression to prove it.

The merman rolled his eyes. “There is no drama in a peaceful death. When someone dies, it’s better to make it grand. To make it memorable. But no one is willing to die like that now, is there?” He perched himself on a nearby rock as he continued. “Art should evoke a strong emotion within others. And of all emotions,” he paused to think, “fear and despair are the strongest.”

“Art should not make anyone cry unless they’re tears of joy. Fear and despair… only creates hatred and madness.”

“That’s exactly what I like to see before anyone’s final moments. Such strong vortex of emotions caused by fear and despair. It’s fascinating to see everything flash by in an instant as they die.”

“Why is it that you want to see fear and despair in other people? Don’t you know joy as well?”

“Hm. I do know joy and happiness.” The merman looked at his claws, now contemplating her question. “But I seem to have an affinity to the former emotions.” He gazed at Sona listlessly. “Perhaps that’s why I constantly seek to evoke fear and despair in others. As I’ve said before, seeing that makes me feel alive. I just can’t resist it, even if I want to.”

Something clicked in Sona’s head.

A maid walked through the dark halls with a candlelight to guide her way. She climbed up the stairs to check on the top floor but stopped when she saw a flickering light coming from Sona’s room. She quiet stepped towards the door, poking her head through the frame.

Sona was diligently signing paperwork, though it seemed she was near her limits. She signed the last batch of papers and pushed herself away from the desk with a sigh. She stretched her arms behind her back, yawning. She spent a few minutes with her eyes closed and leaning back against the chair.

The maid was inclined to call out to her to get some sleep but stopped when Sona perked up by reaching for a book under a pile of papers.

Curious, the maid leaned in more. However, she leaned too far that she lost her step and clumsily caught herself in the middle of the doorframe.

Sona laughed. “Do you need anything?”

“N-no, my lady. Just, um, checking on top floor, my apologies.”

“I will be visiting the merman in a few minutes, so if you can help me take some books there, I would appreciate it.” She started putting her paperwork into neat piles, stacking a few books into two as well.

“Um, my lady, if I may?” The maid lowered her head, wanting to ask a question before they left. Sona gestured her to continue. “You’ve been spending a lot of time in there for a while now. I wanted to ask if everything is okay.”

“Oh, yes! Everything is fine. He and I have just been… talking, that’s all.”

“I see…” The maid pursed her lips. “What… do you plan to do with the merman?”

Sona hesitated for a moment before stacking the last book. “I’m not sure.” She held out a smaller stack of books for the maid to carry and kept the bigger stack for herself.

 “What have you been reading these past few days?” the merman swam over to Sona, who was surrounded by different books with her etwahl in the front. “Seems to me you bring more and more books every time you visit.”

“Research.”

“About?”

“Things.”

The merman sighed at her short answers.

In the past few days, she had been visiting him during the nights with books—usually followed by a barrage of questions. But her frequent visits and constant chatting helped take his mind off things, or more like, he’s taken an interest in things she tells him about.

Unexpectedly, he hasn’t felt the need to kill… or even think much about it.

“You’re certainly not Vastayan, I can say for sure,” Sona said as she closed a book and placed in a stack of read books.

“No, not Vastayan. Though there are Vastayan who look like merpeople, from what I’ve heard.” The merman settled himself on the sand by Sona, gazing over words he couldn’t read. “Though they don’t look much different from us.”

Sona raised a brow as she looked up from her book. “You don’t… look it though.”

The merman certainly didn’t look as humanoid as the Vastaya did. He looked much more grotesque, more predatory. At this, he chuckled. He then stuck his thumb up his neck and pulled up. It was almost like he was pulling his own skin, but underneath was more skin. He pulled it up past his mouth, revealing human-like lips underneath.

“It’s called a mask.”

Her mouth hung open in shock and possibly some disgust underlying it as well. “A… mask?” She placed her hand on the glass, as if she wanted to touch the face underneath. “Did you make that mask out of a creature?”

“I did. I supposed it felt suitable for someone like me.” He pulled the mask back down. “Though, my true face doesn’t feel like my own anymore.”

Sona tilted her head in curiosity with a smile that wanted to know more. “Why not?”

He closed his eyes for a moment, wondering. But he shook his head. “I wouldn’t really consider it something I would tell you.”

“You don’t trust me?”

The merman gazed into her eyes, searching for the sincerity in her question. But it didn’t matter, did it? Both of them already knew the answer. “Do you trust me then?”

Sona let out a breath through her nose that sounded like a chuckle. Both of them already knew the answer. Despite the amusement in her eyes, there were still traces of scorn left.

“I don’t.”

[rosymiz]

Like A Rose, Epilogue

Title: Like A Rose By: ArisuChanSenpai (Visit my blog for AO3 link!) Fandom: League of Legends Ship: Jhin x Sona

An insignia of a white mask with four roses blooming from the corner and the words “Lost in Reverie” were painted on a wooden sign outside a theater. The streets were quiet and almost empty except for the faint music and singing that came from inside the building. It was a full house, rows and rows of seats taken by mesmerized fans leaning in their seats during the denouement of the story.

A man dressed in a black suit with a crimson cape adorned with gold stood on the stage, reaching out to the skies for an answer to his forbidden love. His voice boomed to the sound of trickling strings in the theater. Suddenly, the spotlight flickered off as he began to dance in silence.

Soft gasps came from the audience when the female lead gracefully walked onstage, her voice ringing loud and true as she professed her love for the man she wished to marry—a knight of a humble backgrounds—not another man of aristocracy who simply wanted her for power and influence. The spotlight then blinked off, the stage now dark.

This time, a spotlight flashed at the side of the stage, where a woman dressed in a sky blue dress that twinkled in the light like her golden instrument stood and continued a soft melody before the lights faded back on the stage. She let a chord resound before the darkness drowned her figure.

The story was reaching its end, and the audience desperately wanted to see their leads get together and elope like they wanted to.

However, the man sang of the truth. He couldn’t be with her, for he was only her knight. Nothing more, no matter how much they wished to the stars above to grant their love. The queen would never accept the marriage between a princess and a knight. He then sang a lullaby that spoke of another world where there were no laws to keep them apart.

The princess sang with him melancholically in a harmony that reflected her acceptance of the truth.

Quiet sobs were heard from the audience as the princess and knight parted ways to revert back to what they were before their love changed them: a princess and her devoted knight. They couldn’t be together. It just wasn’t possible in this world. But they wanted the other to be happy, asking each other to move on but to be true to their heart. The lights faded to dark after the knight kneeled before the princess and presented a rose to vow his dedication to her happiness, that he was her ally, her friend.

A moment of soft sobs broke out from the audience before the woman in sky blue appeared again with a happier melody. The stage lights shined on the princess, happily strolling in the rose garden with her arms linked with another man’s. She smiled as she sang of her fulfilling marriage with a man who treated her with respect and sought for the betterment of her people. Behind her followed the trusted knight of the princess now dressed in a white suit and black tie with his crimson cape pooling around his feet.

The princess turned to her knight and plucked a rose for him, thanking him for his dedication to her and her happiness. She asked him, “Where is your light? Your own happiness? Surely, you’ve finally found the rose your heart desires.”

There was a look of apparent confusion on the musician’s face as she continued to play the song. This wasn’t part of the script. Yet the princess’ words matched the melody of the song.

The knight smiled as he held the rose up to him. “I have, indeed. She is a woman of beauty and grace, a woman who I’ve dedicated my love to for years, a woman who helped me know silence, a woman I love like a rose glistening with dew in the early morning sun.” The light dimmed as a single spotlight shined on the knight. The princess and her husband began to sing in harmony to the music. “My love. My muse. Sona Buvelle.”

The woman in sky blue froze, her aqua locks bouncing as she jerked her head to the knight. Her love. She watched Jhin approach her as he unbuttoned the crimson cape and left it to fall behind his steps. Her lip quivered as he tucked the rose behind her ear and cupped her face.

Slowly, other cast members walked out onto the stage, all singing in harmony to what Sona would have been playing for the final act. Members in the audience were slowly standing up in realization of what was happening with gasps and murmurs of excitement.

“I couldn’t have come this far without you and your support. You are my love, my muse. No matter what, you stood by me and believed in me when things have turned for the worst. I am more than willing to do the same whenever your silence engulfs you like my darkness once did.” He kneeled on one knee, pulling out a crimson box from the pocket of his suit. “Now, I want to move on to the next act of our story. I would like to stay by your side until the end of time, darling.”

Tears surfaced from Sona’s glassy eyes as she gasped when Jhin opened the box to a beautifully crafted ring of sterling silver and a rose quartz glimmering under the light.

“Will you marry me, Sona Buvelle?”

Sona choked out a sob as she nodded in pure joy. She desperately tried to hold back her tears as Jhin slid the ring onto her finger. She cried into Jhin’s shoulder when he pulled her into an embrace. She was so, so happy.

The audience cheered and squealed to see Sona accept the proposal. Everyone stood up to applaud this special moment, ecstatic that they were able to see this proposal in-person.

But it wasn’t as special as it was to the two lovers who held each other lovingly, tuning out the sound of the audience and the cast members to their hearts beating in a symphony.

“What’s the surprise?” Sona signed.

“We’re almost there, darling.” Jhin was holding his hands over Sona’s eyes as he guided her up a small hill after their performance. “I was planning on coming here as soon as the opera ended yesterday, but we got held up by everyone congratulating us.” He chuckled. “Fortunately, sunrise makes this place just as beautiful.”

When they came to a stop, she let Jhin slowly uncover her eyes to reveal the very grove they first met in. Time only enhanced the scenic view of the cherry blossoms that now bloomed like a forest. The rising sun colored the trees in beautiful colors of red, orange, and yellow to their pink hue.

Sona breathed out in speechlessness, emitting a light huff of white from her lips. The grove looked more beautiful than she remembered it to be.

Jhin smiled at her surprised face. “There’s a reason why I wanted to have my next opera in this city. While the capital is more grand, this city holds more meaning to me than every other city of Ionia.” He pressed his lips against Sona’s cold cheek. “Because it’s where I met you.”

Without a word, Sona began to play the tune of their first performance together. It was the song she made in their time in the grove and performed at the capital several years ago. Letting her magic spill from her fingers onto the strings, Sona watched the fallen petals dance to the rhythm of her song around them.

He placed his hand on the small of her back and watched in awe. This song held something special to them both. It simply reminded them of the times they sat in the clearing listening to Sona’s music and talk to each other with a growing comfort between them. To others, it may not have been the most memorable. But to them, it was everything. Everything that lead up to this moment.

The music stopped, and the petals that were dancing in the air now gently floated back down. Jhin chuckled as he brushed loose petals out of Sona’s hair. “Have I ever told you why I like roses so much?”

Sona tilted her head in curiosity. “No, you haven’t.”

“Roses make everything beautiful, whether the petals are sprinkled on a stage or a whole bouquet adorning a display. Not even the morning dew can tarnish it. But you must take good care of a rose, or it will wilt. I like the precise and dedicated care so that it will eventually bloom with a beauty that can’t be compared.” He gazed into Sona’s eyes with bliss bubbling inside him like butterflies.

“Am I supposed to be the ‘rose your heart desires’?” Sona teased.

Jhin huffed in laughter. “Oh yes, but it’s much more than that.”

“Then what?”

“Everything we’ve done up until now, starting from this grove to the finale at the capital city and now to this… It just reminds me of the very reason why I like roses.” He embraced Sona from behind and watched the sunrise together with her. “My heart will always bloom for you…”

“And my heart will always bloom for you…”

Like a rose.

A/N: NOW we're at the end of this story! I thank you all for reading the story I wrote (out of spite, originally, but then it took over my life), and I don't know how to express the gratitude I feel towards the positive feedback for this! I appreciate each and every comment--even the “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME”--I received thus far, as it only motivated me to keep writing and see where it takes me.

However, I cannot thank my best friend @bekkodraws / @bekkomi enough for supporting me through a rough patch and then helping me write this story as I gained my motivation and inspiration back to draw and write again. I honestly couldn't have gone through with this story without her and her dragging me into the abyss that is JhinSona-- Love ya, my dude!

Anyways! Thank you all so much for sticking by this story! I hope you enjoyed the fluffy ride ;)

My next work for JhinSona will be a series of drabbles, so please look forward to it! It contains drabbles of different AUs (including original universe, of course) but all centered on one theme. I hope you will enjoy my next work! Thank you so much for being a part of this experience! <3

[sexvimpulse]

Mason: [He frowns as a customer asks to see the pastry chef, nervous that they didn’t something. He sees the beautiful woman and feels even more nervous] Bonjour, Madame.. [His American accent apparent as he greets her] You.. asked to see me?

Domenica: [Has never felt such a delicious sensation in her mouth before as she takes a bite of the exquisite pastry. Looking up after requesting his presence, she forms a sultry smile on her lips] Sì, I did. [Stares at his face, finding his rugged features attractive] Are you the one who’s responsible for this? [Tilts her head as she guides the gold fork back into the pastry and draws it back to her mouth] Mmm. Deliziosa. [Moans as she swallows it] I want you to prepare other treats for me. Stasera. [Eyes him heatedly]

Mason: I.. Oui.. I am. [Bites his lip as he watches her take another bite, swallowing as she’s so sensual about it] Tu aimes..? Oh.. well I’m here almost every day. So no doubt you’ll be tasting some of my work. [Smiles] can I get you anything else, Madame?

Domenica: [Can feel his eyes watching as she takes a bite before she smiles softly, her right cheek hollowing] No, I meant to my suite, bello. [Coos] I want you to serve me privately and exclusively tonight. [Wipes the corners of her lips as she has desire to be entertained by him] I’m not in the mood to share your treats with others.

Mason: [His brows draw together as he hears her] Je suis desolee, Madame. But La Patisserie doesn’t really do personal service like that. [Shakes his head] I know there are chefs at Le Refectoire who do room service meals.. [Trails off] You can always come back..

Domenica: [Feigns a pout as she hears his words, knowing how La Boite wants to keep certain things separate] How disappointing, bello. [Sighs before smiling sweetly] Well can you make me something special then? Something no one else has tasted before. [Stares into his intense blue eyes] But only if you’ll sit with me. [Speaks coyly] I want to know what brought you to La Boite.

Mason: Ah.. I’m sure I could prepare something for you. [Is confused on what exactly she wants at this moment] You.. actually want me to sit with you right now? [Cocks a brow]

Domenica: [Tilts her head as she smiles softly] After you prepare something for me. [Coos as she hopes to warm him up and get to know him more] Would you like to join me after you’re done? [Leans over as she stares up at him, her cleavage showing as she smirks confidently]

Mason: Oh.. Je suis desolee.. non parle français bien.. [Shakes his head as he gives her a nervous look] I’ll be right back. [Looks around his kitchen for something he can create for her. He sees some puff pastry in the refrigerator, cutting and layering it in a Rose shape before filling its gaps with a dark chocolate mixture. While that’s baking he drizzles a strawberry sauce on a plate and dusts the pastry in gold leafing] Here you are, Madame. A Mason Lancer original. [Chuckles as he places it in front of her and has a wait staff being her another coffee]

Domenica: [Patiently waits for his return as she reads a book of hers before parting her lips as she sees the gorgeous dessert] Dio, how beautiful. I almost don’t want to eat it. [Gazes at the dish, admiring every inch of it as her mouth waters] Have a seat, please. I want you to watch me. [Smiles sultrily before gently cutting into the rose pastry. She coos as they chocolate drizzles out, finding the indulgence quite sinful. Closing her eyes, she brings it to her mouth and moans as she tastes it slowly, savoring every delicious bite] Mio dio.. It’s sinful. [Sucks on her lower lip, crossing her legs as she feels seduced by it] How are you so talented, Monsieur Lancer? [Gazes at him] La Boîte is keeping you all to itself. It’s not fair.

Mason: [Takes a seat across from her, watching her eat] I worked my way up. I don’t know if it’s talent. [Shakes his head] It’s a joy to make something like this for someone so special. [Bites his lip]

Domenica: [Seeks another bite as she takes her fork and hears his every word, actually willing to listen to him] Are you saying that I’m special, bello? [Hollows her cheeks as he comes off as genuine, unlike other men she’s been with] Mmm. What would it take for me to have you as my personal patisserie chef, hm? [Pouts] No one would have to know.

Mason: [Blushes as she calls him handsome in Italian] Ah.. I practically live here, Madame. [Shakes his head] I don’t know that I’d have much time to work for you.. [Tells her, but La Boîte has really strict rules about staff relations with clients]

Domenica: [Instantly notices the blush on his cheeks, thinking that he's so wholesome as it makes her more attracted to him] I would pay you more than what you're already making, bello. [Tells him matter-of-factly] And you wouldn't have to worry.. I know the right people to talk to so that you wouldn't get in trouble. [Smiles sweetly as being a former escort does have some give]

Mason: [Thinks about how expensive it is to live in Paris and considers it as he wants to open his own bakery at some point] I.. okay. I would love to, Madame..? Comment tu t’appelles? [Tilts his head] Merci for the opportunity. [Smiles, his blue eyes bright]

Domenica: [Expresses a pleased, charming smile as he finally agrees] Sona così felice di sentirlo. [Purrs before laughing softly] Domenica Cardinale. [Gives him her hand just to sate her curiosity on how his lips would feel on her] No, thank you. You're an artist when it comes to pastries, bello. I absolutely love how it tastes on my tongue.

Mason: [Finds her attractive as she speaks Italian. He chews on the inside of his cheek as he tries to figure out if she’s actually hitting on him or if it’s in his head] I’m.. glad. [Nods and smiles he pulls a pen from his white coat and scribbles his number on a notepad for her, making sure no one sees him give it to her] Here’s my number.. if you were serious about the offer.

Domenica: [Her eyes are fixated on him as he busies himself with his note before she takes it and tucks it away] Grazie, bello. [Laughs softly as he doubts her, shaking her head] I was very serious. I find it sexy when a man knows his way around the kitchen. [Brushes her fingertips against the back of his hand as she gives a dark look] I only want new creations from you. [Hollows her cheek, keeping a small smile on her lips]

Mason: [Bites his lip as she openly flirts with him, not having had someone show interest in him for a while. He takes her hand and kisses the back of it, smelling her perfume] I’ll have to do some developing then. [Chuckles as he tucks his pen behind his ear] what are your favorite flavors, Madame Cadinale?

Domenica: [Drawns in her cheeks, giving a lustful look as she feels his soft lips on her hand] I can't wait to taste what you have in store for me. [Gently caresses his leg with hers before pulling back, wanting to appear coy about it] Salty. [Murmurs with a grin] I want you to create something that you think would taste like me.

Mason: [Swallows as she teases his leg and speaks her naughty words. He’s amused at how layered her words can come off, but he chooses to be American about it] Then I’ll have to taste you first. [Says with an innocent look on his features]

Domenica: [Her eyes widen for a moment, cheeks hollowing until she composes herself. She’s surprised by him as her first impression is completely different] That might be a better method if you aim to satisfy my needs. [Her tone is sultry as she searches his eyes]

Mason: [Chuckles as he hears her, not knowing where this will lead but feels very entertained] I have a question though, Madame.. all of these escorts and you’re interested in a baker? [Cocks a brow as he’s slightly skeptical]

Domenica: [Laughs softly as he asks his question, finding him all the more intriguing] Is that wrong? [Raises a brow, smiling softly] Paying someone for sex is too easy and I know how an escort works. [Refrains from telling him she was one] Besides, it’s your talent that seduced me first.

Mason: Ah, I see. [Bites his lip] Well whether you’re after work, or something else.. I am definitely interested. [Eyes are bright behind his thick lashes]

Domenica: [Eyes him, feeling heated inside as his American boldness was deeply peeks through] Well then I look forward to tonight, bello. [Pushes her hair back to reveal her full, soft breasts] I want to know what kind of tastes you have.

Mason: [Eyes fall to her perfect tits, thinking about having his cock between them already] Then I will see you tonight, Madame. [Takes her hand and kisses the back of it]

Domenica: [Watches as his eyes fa to her breasts, amused that he accepted the invitation] See you, bello. [Purrs as she feels the ache between her legs from his kiss]

[loudjellyfishluminary]

“N-NO! NO, LET ME G-!”

Ahri slurped her up in one quick motion, throwing her head back and swallowing. The wiggling bulge quickly slid down her throat and dropped into her belly, but she still didn’t look away from the mirror, instead smoothing out the slight wrinkles in her jacket.

Shooting her reflection her best smile and a wink, she sighed happily. “Showtime~”

She turned around again, barely even registering the warmth spreading through her again as she absorbed her meal and grew again.

“Sona? How do I look, hun?”

From beside the trembling security guard, Sona gave two extremely enthusiastic thumbs up, a massive blush spread across her face.

Ahri giggled softly at her girlfriend, scooting closer on her knees to be near eye level with the other two. She bent down and kissed Sona on the cheek, ignoring the way the guard yelped and jumped back as if she expected the maven to be the next one to be slurped up. But Sona just blushed even more and giggled slightly, returning a kiss to her massive girlfriend’s own cheek.

Taking one last look in the mirror, Ahri frowned, bouncing her impressive chest in the tight top. Her bust had always been the most impressive of the group, but it wasn’t quite the bust of a true superstar in her mind.

“Hmm…” She hummed to herself, looking around the room.

Her gaze settled on the security guard and she grinned deviously. The guard noticed the idol staring at her a moment before she was picked up and stuffed into the girl’s generous cleavage.

Ahri bit her lip, feeling the warm sensation again, this time localized to her breasts. She held the woman’s kicking legs between her fingers, slowly easing her body deeper and deeper into her cleavage. Her other hand came up to cup her breast and she sighed in bliss, feeling the soft orb slowly growing against her palm.

All too soon the guard had vanished between her tits, the warm feeling starting to fade again. She pursed her lips before shrugging, grabbing her top and zipping it up just a touch more to press her breasts together. They had grown at least a cup size, if not two. Assuming normal cup sizes could even be equated to someone of her size.

“Much better.” She smiled coyly, posing in the mirror as she eyed up her new rack. “These are tits made for stardom~”

Ahri turned back to Sona, hearing the music start up again from the stage above.

“Come on, Sona,” She placed her palm against the much too small door. “It’s time to make a grand entrance.”

With a shove from her hand, the door, the frame, and the entire wall crumbled away like dried clay. Ahri got on her hands and knees before starting to crawl back down the concrete hall, towards the cheering from her fans.

She stole a glance over her shoulder, smirking when she saw how her girlfriend’s eyes were glued to her backside. With a playful smile, she added a bit more sway to her hips as she crawled, putting on a show for the blue haired maven.

Ahri crawled from the tunnel and into the backstage area, making a beeline for the stage and ignoring all the slack jawed stares from the stagehands. Ahead of her, the other members of K/DA were starting to hype the crowd up.

Just in time for the main attraction, Ahri thought, Me~

“Are you readaaaaaaaay?!” Akali howled into the mic, the crowd responding with howls of their own. “I said, are you READAAAAAAAAAY?!”

The crowd screamed at the top of their lungs, whistles and cheers echoing across the stadium. Evelynn and Kai’sa started humming as Akali swayed her hips, the music starting to pick up with the keyboard.

“M-M-Miss Ahri,” The stage manager nervously stepped up to the giant fox, standing between her and the stage. “E-Evelynn told me not to l-let you on the s-s-”

Ahri only glanced down at him with an amused smile before picking him up and flicking him into her mouth, slurping, swallowing, then turning her attention back her bandmates.

“Everybody’s gonna love today, gonna love today, gonna love today.” Evelynn sang, taking position at the center of the stage. “Everybody’s gonna love today, gonna love today.”

Ahri stood to her full height of roughly fifteen feet, grabbing a mic from a stand.

“Any way you want to.” Kai’sa continued.

Sona eagerly skipped up to the controls and turned Ahri’s mic on.

“Any way you’ve got to.” Akali chimed in. “Love, love-”

“Me~”  Ahri strutted onto the stage, cutting the rapper off. “Love, love me. Love, love~”

The other three froze in shock when they laid eyes on their bandmate, not having expected her to show up at all, much less almost three times larger than she was before. The crowd stared in awe, not quite sure what was happening with the surprise appearance of Ahri. It had to be special effects, but the other members of the group seemed just as shocked as the rest of the crowd.

Ahri didn’t seem at all phased by the shocked eyes on her, instead beaming at the attention she was receiving as she sang.

“I’ve been crying for so long, fighting tears just to carry on, but now, but now it’s gone away!”

Kai’sa was the first to recover. Hearing Ahri sing reminded her that she was in the middle of a stadium filled with thousands of people and she was supposed to be singing alongside her bandmate, no matter how impossibly large she seemed.

“Hey, girl, why can’t you carry on? Is it cause you’re just like your mother?”

Akali snapped to attention when she noticed Kai’sa was singing, deciding to assume Ahri being so massive was part of the act she had missed when she slept through the show rundown.

“A-A little tyke, like to tease for fun?”

Evelynn turned back towards the crowd, blinking slowly. She shook her head, trying to remember the lyrics before joining in with the others.

“Well, you ain’t gonna tease no other, gonna make you a lover!”

Ahri sashayed past Kai’sa before positioning herself right in front of the smaller girl. Bending forwards, she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down enough to reveal her round and plump ass to Kai’sa.

“Everybody’s gonna love today, love today, love today!” The kitsune sang and swayed her hips, her tails wrapping around her former bandmate and quickly shoving her up the giant idol’s ass. “Ah! Everybody’s gonna love today!”

Kai’sa kicked and fought as hard as she could, but it was useless. She was dragged deeper and deeper into the bigger star’s ass until her legs couldn’t kick any longer and were dragged inside. Ahri giggled playfully, hands rubbing over her belly and feeling the struggling bandmate inside. The other two as well as the crowd seemed totally oblivious to Kai’sa’s disappearance.

“Any way you want to, any way you’ve got to!” The fox girl sang, pulling up her shorts before twirling over to block the audience’s view of Akali. “Love, love me! Love, love me! Love, love!”

One of the fluffy white tails wrapped around Akali and lifted her up, followed by another one coming down to cover her head. She kicked and wiggled but was dragged upwards, straight into the silky smooth fur.

“Girl in blue with the big bust on, big bust on, big bust on!” Ahri sang, her hands gliding up her curves before bouncing her breasts at the crowd, which was now cheering and singing along with the remaining band members. “Wait ‘till your mother and your papa’s gone, papa’s gone!”

Ahri’s tails parted again with no sign of Akali except for the wiggling, human sized bulge traveling down one of her tails. It slowly wiggled and slid down until it vanished at the base of her tails, appearing a moment later as another bulge in her exposed gut alongside Kai’sa.

“Momma, momma papa,” She danced and swayed until she was behind Evelynn, who was just starting to notice the lack of other voices singing with her. “Shock, shock me! Shock, shock me! Shock, shock!”

Evelynn turned just in time to lay eyes on the squirming bulges of handprints and faces in Ahri’s belly before the kitsune scooped her up, jamming her ex-bandmate into her mouth. The crowd collectively gasped as Ahri threw back her head, slurping up the kicking legs and swallowing them down. She traced the bulge of Evelynn down her throat with a finger before giving her gut a satisfying pat when all three of her ex-bandmates had settled in.

Putting a hand to her lips, the kitsune let out a dainty burp and giggled before squinting in confusion. She stuck two fingers in her mouth and fished around for a moment before pulling out Evelynn’s glasses, then flicking them away with a smug grin.

Ahri looked down and spotted Evelynn’s discarded microphone. She picked it up and held it against her belly, letting the gurgles and churns of her digesting co-stars fill the stadium. The crowd had fallen silent, nobody daring to even breathe.

The screams of terror from the other popstars were slowly drowned out by increasingly loud gurgles. A particularly loud churn signified the start of Ahri’s belly flattening out again, hands and faces pressing out until the very end, when it fell still once more.

(3 part)

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Like A Rose, CH 6: Camaraderie

Title: Like A Rose By: ArisuChanSenpai (Visit my blog for AO3 link!) Fandom: League of Legends Ship: Jhin x Sona

Sona slammed her palms against the strings, harsh notes piercing the air with her frustrations. She sighed as she leaned back and rubbed her temples. She had finished the song a few days ago. But something was missing, and she couldn’t figure it out. Luckily, Jhin wasn’t there to see her in this state. That would have been embarrassing.

Perhaps it was because she mostly spent her time in Demacia that the structure and style of Ionian songs didn’t come to her as easily, but she couldn’t find a solution for the past few days. It was rare of her to lash out with such cacophony, being taught patience and grace, but she reached her limit.

For a moment, Jhin didn’t know if he should reveal himself or not. He had arrived the moment Sona expressed her frustrations, and he understood Sona wouldn’t want to look at him for a while if he had walked in then. He awkwardly stood behind the tree Sona was leaning on.

When he was about to step into the clearing, Sona started playing the song again. He listened, trying to find what Sona must have been so frustrated about. The first half of the song sounded satisfactory, but her reluctance began to show towards the bridge and closing of the song. It seemed what she had thought up a few days ago wasn’t to her standards after all.

The music suddenly came to a halt at the closing. A heavy sigh.

Here goes nothing. Jhin stepped out into the clearing, humming a tune to himself. “You seem to be lacking inspiration, Lady Buvelle. Care to share your thoughts?”

Sona had jumped when Jhin came out of nowhere. She breathed out in relief but then tensed up again. “How long were you here? I didn’t even hear you coming.”

Should he have gone with the lie or the truth? “I just got here. I’m more surprised you didn’t hear me coming.”

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “You’re lying,” she stated.

Jhin chuckled at her quick wits. “You can’t say I didn’t try.” He stroked his chin. “Would you like a white lie or a truth?”

“ A truth?” she questioned his wording.

“Yes. A truth.”

Something was processing in Sona’s mind, and Jhin was amused that she was taking this long to choose. “How about the truth?” she signed, specifically spelling ‘the’ to emphasize her point.

“I arrived when you slammed your hands against your instrument.” Jhin felt a smile forcing its way to his lips. “Quite a way to express your feelings, Lady Buvelle.”

Instead of embarrassment, Sona stared at him in deadpan. Her fingers flicked a chord, which made a handful of cherry blossoms on the ground fly up and rain on his head. She strummed a giggle at the few petals that lingered on his head or the crook of the eye of his mask.

“I suppose this is a better reaction than seeing you so frustrated,” Jhin commented while taking petals out of his mask. His eye caught Sona sneaking a glance when he slightly lifted his mask to shake out a petal. She wouldn’t have seen his face anyways, since his suit was also covering his face. “Curious, are we?”

“I wouldn’t be able to see either way,” Sona answered. “Not that you would let me, in the first place.”

Clever answer, he thought. “As for the song, I may not be of much help, but I can lend you my help as a fellow artist.”

Sona smiled in gratitude. “That would be more than enough, thank you.”

They spent the next few hours adjusting and improving the bridge and the closing. Occasionally, both fell into a block. Sona would play a song to ease their minds, or Jhin would initiate a conversation. By this time, all awkward silences they had gone through in the beginning were completely gone. Any topic they would start with would be followed by another. It was as if they had settled into a sense of comfort with each other.

A sigh left Sona’s lips. Her aqua locks slid over her shoulders as she put her head in her arms on top of her etwahl.

“Stuck again?”

“Yes.”

“Hm… would you like anything to eat then?”

Sona slowly looked up from her arms, her eyes looking hopeful. “Yes,” she listlessly signed. She was exhausted. There wasn’t much energy left to keep thinking of different versions of the closing that she liked.

Jhin paused to think. “Any foods you fancy?”

“Well—” Sona started, lifting her head— “I do like sweets.” She smiled shyly. “Mostly chocolate. They don’t make messes like cream or powdered sugar, and they’re quick and easy to eat.”

“I do believe there was a bakery in the city.” He stood up and dusted his pants. “I will be back. I shouldn’t take long.”

Sona suddenly extended her hand to stop Jhin and reached into the pocket of her skirt to pull her wallet out. She didn’t want him to pay for her when he’d been bringing snacks for her all this time.

“Ah, no need. It will be on me.”

“But…”

“Really. It’s the least I could do.” Jhin quickly left the grove towards the city. Once he was beyond the grove, he pulled off the headwear of his bodysuit and his mask and hid them inside his clothes. When he reached the bakery, he looked through the windows to find something Sona would like.

“Looking for some delicious inspiration this time, sir?”

Jhin looked up to see the young man who had pointed out the grove to him on the day of the festival. “Why, hello, young man. I haven't seen you since the festival.”

The young man pointed to the woman handling the cash register inside. “Mother and father wanted me to help out with the business, since we've gotten more customers since the festival. So you come here for a snack?”

“No, it’s for someone else. She’s frustrated from trying to compose a new song, and I felt she needed a break.” He glanced through the window again. “Do you make any chocolates or any sort of pastry that wouldn't make a mess? She doesn't want to spill anything on her instrument.”

“Hm. We don't have chocolates, sadly, but I can show you a few stuff similar to what you're looking for! Come on in!” He led Jhin inside.

  If Sona could describe bliss, it was this moment. Jhin had come back with a fresh pastry that contained chocolate inside. It was easy to eat with one hand, and the chocolate was cool enough to stay solid as she took a bite. She felt her exhaustion gradually disappear. She signed a ‘thank you’ once she was done.

“Feeling better?” Jhin asked.

She nodded. She was feeling much better, and her mind was a little more rested after her break. “Thank you again. You didn’t have to buy it for me though.”

Jhin shook his head. “This doesn’t compare to what you’ve done for me. Like I said, this is the least I could do.”

“Sona, dear?” Lestara called out to Sona, who looked up questioningly in response. “When will you be going to the capital city? Shen sent me another message asking when we’ll arrive so he can arrange housing for us.”

Oh. She hasn’t thought about their arrival to the capital city. She was sure Shen and his associate would have wanted to discuss performance matters with her before the concert day, but she hadn’t even come up with a choreography. Not to mention, she wasn’t sure how Jhin would react if she had told him that her concert is at the capital city. That her sponsor is Shen.

“Are you alright?”

Sona snapped out of her thoughts and hurriedly signed, “I’m doing fine, mother. I was thinking when would be a good time to go. Three days before the concert day sounds like a good amount of time.”

Lestara gazed at her worriedly. “Is everything okay, dear? You seem to have a lot on your mind, recently.” She gave Sona a small smile. “If something is bothering you, you can tell me.”

Her heart ached with guilt. She wanted to tell her mother that she couldn’t go yet, because Jhin—she’d almost forgotten he was considered a criminal in Ionia—needed her help. She was starting to enjoy his company too, now that she knew him a little better. Just what could she tell her mother?

“I’ll be performing at the capital city, after all,” Sona replied. “I’ve been wanting to come up with a choreography with the song, but it’s difficult.”

“You mean a dance?”

“Of the sort, yes.” Sona brushed her hand against the inlaid designs of her etwahl. “It doesn’t have to be complex, since I am the only instrumentalist. But it would be nice to have something for a city as grand as the capital, as I always have.”

“Don’t think too hard on it, dear. You’ve played at the capital multiple times already. I’m sure they would enjoy your new song as it is!”

Sona softly huffed. “I know. I just wanted to try something new.”

Lestara pecked her on the forehead. “You will think of something amazing, my daughter. The song you made for Shen and his associate already sounds lovely. If you need help, let me know and I’ll ask someone who can give you some tips.”

“Thank you, mother.”

Jhin noticed Sona mulling over something with a serious expression. Strange. She had been so quiet the past few minutes, not even droning the strings in thought. From what he knew from her, Sona hated silence. She always needed some sort of sound to listen to. Perhaps it was about the concert she was to do?

“You’re awfully quiet today,” he commented.

Sona played a grave tune. “I’m afraid I don’t have much time left here,” she signed. “I will be leaving next week.”

He wasn’t surprised. “You need to set up for a concert day, don’t you? It’s necessary that you go early for rehearsals and blocking.” He watched Sona lean her chin on her hand against her etwahl with a complex expression. “You seem to have a lot you’re thinking about.”

She looked at him as if affirming his assumption.

“You remind me of when I first started thinking about what led to my compulsions.” He shifted his mask in a more comfortable position. “I had much to think about, and you’re rather expressive.”

“I’m sure you understand that there are things I cannot tell, and it’s difficult not being able to tell anyone else without possibly dire consequences.”

Jhin’s gaze remained on Sona. Indeed, Sona did have many things to think about. If anything, she was more burdened than he was, since their encounter. He was still a criminal in Ionia and several other nations, including Noxus and Zaun. For someone with a good reputation and temperament like Sona, continuous meetings with a murderer like him required her to keep secrets from her loved ones. That could damage her relationship and trust with others.

“Do you regret it?”

Sona suddenly met Jhin’s eye. She couldn’t see any emotion behind his gaze, but his words and voice held a hidden apology. Her lips curled into a reassuring smile as she shook her head. “I simply chose to answer your request for help, Jhin.” She sat up straighter with an elegance to her movement. “But you chose to take the first step to curing yourself, and you went and are still going through with it of your own accord. Do you regret it?”

He was speechless. He couldn’t find a proper response to her words. His lips slightly parted to say something, but nothing came out.

She gave him a look that wanted an answer.

All he had to say was ‘yes’ or ‘no’.

“Jhin?” she spelled out his name, waving a hand to catch his attention.

“I do not regret it,” he finally answered. “You are right. I took that first step by reaching out to you for help. I have experienced nothing but peace and a hope that I will be cured of my compulsions.”

Sona smiled, satisfied at his response. “That’s all I need to know then. Besides, I have grown rather fond of you from our meetings so far.”

“Pardon me, but I didn’t catch that.” He repeated the gesture for ‘fond’, not knowing what it meant. “My sign language still needs some work, I see.”

Her face slightly flushed in embarrassment. Would Jhin agree with her if she tried to word it another way? She spelled the word out and immediately continued. “I have come to see you as a friend. I thoroughly enjoy your company and the conversations we have, and I usually come here expecting your arrival.” She scratched her cheek and pursed her lips. Was this crossing a line?

He was about say something until Sona sucked in a sharp breath while holding out a hand to stop him.

“Please don’t say anything. Disregard what I just said. I realize I am only helping you, only that.” Sona couldn’t look Jhin in the eye. “I’m certain you don’t see the same way, so forget what I said.”

Jhin waited patiently until she regained her composure and turned to face him again. Her head was slightly lowered, however, her eyes darting to the side in reluctance. He chuckled, gaining her attention. He lifted his hands, signing, “Then I shall not say a word. But what else am I to do? I have also become fond of you as a friend, Lady Buvelle.”

A wave of relief washed over Sona. She wasn’t crossing a line. He had met her at the half point with the same sentiments. She strummed a giggle. “Please. Call me Sona.”