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♡ Untold Myths: Light & Time Event [2025] ♡

Day 3 | Light: Continue | Time: Reversal

The dark cloud consumed the room, swirling around the two destined to destroy it. The hero still attempted a broken breath— but the effort proved futile. Zelda murmured his name too many times to count; it was nowhere near enough to coerce his pain away. Over Link's haphazardly rising and falling chest, the princess could see the phantom of another man— not Agahnim nor the other demons— but a stranger. A stranger who stared her down with a disturbing golden glare and a malicious smile. It was as if he relished seeing her this way— seeing Link this way. Although he did not move an inch, he mouthed something: words that were incomprehensible, but repeated by the beast that hid him. “The hero chosen to slay me… the only failsafe to your undoing…. and that was all he could do? Foolishly shield a lost cause with his body? Challenge my minions with an incomplete sword? What a pathetic excuse for a warrior!” And to his followers he roared, “Scatter across this land! Slaughter every last Great Fairy or Oracle, every last soldier of Hylia, and submit them to the fate of this unrealized hero!” The demons at last let the second layer of disguise chip away, reduced to three monsters of their own. With pure devotion they heeded his command, and to the corners of Hyrule they went to bring forth the queendom’s withering. But the princess hardly processed the warning. Deep down, she recalled her brother’s words… and, in a horrific sort of way, she understood that they both knew a different truth. The Great Fairy’s talk of sacrifice was barely breathing in her arms— fading fast— but she was merely a child tasked with an impossible burden, as her brother said. Nothing made her feel it more so than the way she wanted time to reverse— just to bring Link back. What a selfish thing it was! Would the queendom not have been saved had Link been the one left to fight this beast?

Can you tell I couldn't decide between colors??? This piece really threw me for a loop between finishing the designs for both outfits shown, figuring out the pose, and finding colors I liked. I wanted the composition to be wonky and all that, but if I ever redraw this I'm going to even put the Dark Beast's maw at an angle. I honestly wish I could have managed to make it look like the official art for Calamity Ganon instead, but I couldn't make it work with this style. Maybe eventually, though...

Anyway, bye Link. Spoilers by the way. This piece is more symbolic than anything, aiming for the Breath of the Wild parallels! This scene looks a bit different in the story. ^^

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[nocturnalfandomdoodles]

Here's a cute doodle of Zelda's royal clothes to go with the doodle of Link in his usual tunic!

i kid you not i drew this like at least five months ago and never posted it for some reason.

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

stories left untold

18+, mdni.

been cooking up this one for awhile i hope y’all like it

readers can expect: fem reader, an established relationship: playful banter with big ‘ol boyfriend jason todd, flirting in a dressing room, car sex, fingering, unprotected penetration (reader is on birth control), a resulting creampie , tw mention and discussion of scarring, it ends a little angsty if you squint

your boyfriend, jason todd, loves literature.

but the only thing you read is him. as long as the two of you are dating, you’ll never want a book.

he’s covered in stories. the scars scattering his body tell you about his past, even if he might be hesitant to. but he humors you, relishes in the fluttery feeling of your delicate fingers all over his massive body.

and sometimes, he’ll tell you the story himself, if you’re lucky.

you’re straddling him, the couch cushions dipping under your knees. you’ve never talked about it, but you somehow always end up on his lap.

jason loves it, because he gets to study you up close, under the guise of you doing the same to him. his hands roam over your thighs and hips, his callouses creating friction against your smooth skin. having you on his lap grounds him, having you so close keeps him sane. you hum as you run a thumb over the scar on his lip, leaning down, kissing him.

“got that one fightin’ as robin-” he starts. you pepper his face with kisses, reaching his mouth again and cutting him off.

he smiles as he kisses you back, pinching your waist and making you squirm for interrupting him.

“as i was sayin’, i was up against some of two-face’s goons,” he continues. “two of ‘em, ironically enough—”

you kiss him again, biting his lip. he groans low in his throat, grabbing a handful of your ass.

“you gotta stop with that. let me finish.”

you shake your head, batting your eyelashes at him. he playfully rolls his eyes, and reaches his own hand up to your face to tug on your bottom lip.

“but i was up against two of ‘em, and while i had it under control, batman dropped in to help me,” he eyes you warily, leaning his head back.

you widen your eyes at him like a warning, a stupid grin on your face.

“but bats surprised me, and one of the goons took that opportunity to split my lip open. thanks a lot, guy, right?” jason pushes his lip out to show you the scar.

“the thing is, i wouldn’t have this scar without the element of surprise, which, in my line of work, is a crucial thing to be able to employ.” his thumb twitches where it’s resting on your waist.

before you know it, he’s spun you around and down, your back on the couch cushions that your knees were just pressed into. a smile plays on your boyfriend’s lips, making his scar dance. he lowers himself over you, flicking the button of your jean shorts open.

round one: you.

he’s following you around a department store as you look at clothes, his muscular forearm supporting the weight of all the clothes you’ve tossed his way.

he lumbers after you dutifully, just happy to be there.

some dude hits your shoulder as you walk past. it was pretty hard, but you don’t even think of it. it’s saturday, the mall is insanely crowded—you’re bound to get bumped into.

you glance back to make sure jason is still following you, but instead catch a glimpse of the daggers he’s staring at the man that shoved into you. you giggle to yourself, grabbing your boyfriend’s hand and pulling him away.

he’s still glowering, even now in the perfume department.

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d say this is you pouting.” you stare at him pointedly.

“people need to watch where they’re goin’.” jason shakes his head, rolling his eyes.

“jay, i’m not some delicate flower.” you smile up at your boyfriend, linking his fingers with yours. he nods, agreeing. “but thank you for looking out for me. i love you.”

“love you too, princess.” his face softens as he gives you a little smile.

you pull up your intertwining hands to eye level. “now what about this one?”

his eyes flash as he realizes what you’re indicating. a scar snakes up the length of his index finger, white and defined against the tanned skin of his hand.

“paper cut.”

you’re in the dressing room now, your giant boyfriend sitting on a little stool next to the floor to ceiling mirror. you twirl, turning this way and that to see all angles of your reflection.

you turn to him, raising your eyebrows. he shakes his head, frowning at the deep blue dress you’re modeling.

you sigh, taking it off to toss it in jason’s face. he makes a choked noise, pulling the dress off of his head. he smirks at your lack of clothing, looking you up and down.

“oh, keep it in your pants,” you scoff, grabbing another dress off its hanger. “so, your finger?”

“bad paper cut.” jason deadpans as he puts the blue dress back onto its hanger.

you blink at him, surprised at the lack of story.

jason nods at you. “a really bad papercut.”

you make a face when you realize he’s bullshitting you.

“no, jay. really.”

he sighs, feigning annoyance. “so nosy!”

you shoot him a look before stepping into the dress, turning around so he can help you. he stands. his hand brushes your ass.

“jay.”

he chuckles under his breath, caught. “sorry, i couldn’t find the zipper.”

“riiiight.” you smile to yourself as he slowly pulls the zipper up your back.

he leans down, brushing your hair to one side.

he kisses your neck, sneaking an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. good thing, too. your knees would’ve given out with no support if he’d kept up the attention to your neck.

his eyes are on you in the mirror, hungry, tracing their way up your body in this dress. something nudges your ass, and you snuggle back into your boyfriend. he nips your earlobe. his other hand reaches up to your tit, finding your nipple through the fabric of the dress. it peaks at the feeling of his fingers, rolling the nub between his thumb and index. you let out a breath, and watch jason’s eyes darken in his reflection. the spot behind your legs starts throbbing. it sort of jolts you back into reality, and you turn out of jason’s arms. the look on his face makes you want to burst out laughing. you poke his stomach.

“jay, we’re in a dressing room!”

his eyes glint as he inclines his head, wrapping his arm back around you.

“your point?”

he pulls you flush to his body, and the two of you connect like puzzle pieces. you let out a breath at feeling his hard cock pressing into your stomach. you grab the collar of his shirt, and he leans his face down towards yours. he slants his lips, parting them with his eyes fixed on yours. you dodge him, giving him a little kiss on the nose. he harrumphs under his breath at being swerved, grumpy. you wrap your arms around his neck, batting your eyelashes at him.

“take us home?”

“sure thing, princess.”

you turn around so he can unzip you, and you watch him in the mirror. his lips are stretched into a smile. jason kisses your cheek as the deep red dress drops to the floor.

“so i’ll buy this one?” you ask as you put your clothes back on.

he’s got a hungry look in his eyes as he nods, running a hand through his hair.

you check out, your boyfriend tapping his card on the reader and flashing you a smile. the sales clerk is practically drooling. hey, you can’t blame ‘em, but still.

all jason can think about is the way you were looking at him in the dressing room.

he’s contemplating the logistics of installing a floor to ceiling mirror on the wall opposite his bed when you slide an arm around his waist. his arm automatically slings around your shoulders, and he presses a tender kiss to your hairline.

he grabs the bag from the cashier and your hand with his free one, leading you out to the car.

“baby, what?”

“what? jay, i didn’t say anything.”

“your body language is sayin’ plenty, princess.” he side eyes you, his lips pursed.

“the cashier was checking you out. like, pretty hard.”

jason grimaces as he unlocks the car.

“ew.”

he opens your door for you, closing it after you’re seated and buckled.

he gives you a quick kiss, starting the car. the sun is setting, painting the two of you in a soft, golden light. his hand finds your thigh like they’re magnetized, giving it a squeeze. seeing his fingers pressing into the smooth skin of your thigh reminds you of the conversation you’d been having.

“hey, jason?”

“hm?” he glances away from the road, gauging your expression.

“so what is that scar from?”

“i told you, princess, paper. it’s a paper cut.” the corner of his mouth is twitching, he can’t even keep a straight face.

“jay, oh my god.”

“if you must know, it’s from when i learned how to throw batarangs.”

he launches into the story as streetlights wink in and out of the windows, flashing through the car. his tale involves a much younger batman and a very stressed out alfred standing by with a med kit.

“i almost lost my finger.”

“you’re like, way too nonchalant about that.”

“psh, i’m nothing but chalant, baby.”

you giggle, running a hand through the hair at the nape of his neck as he drives. he suddenly switches lanes, turning the car into an empty parking lot. he parks, turning the car off.

you look at your boyfriend, amused.

“you are so easy.”

he leans over the center console, pulling you into a deep kiss. he bites your bottom lip, sparking a fire in your lower belly. he pulls away, staring into your eyes.

“you can’t expect me to just sit here and do nothing when you play with my hair like that.”

“oh, so chalant.”

he scoffs, scooting his seat all the way back. “just get over here.”

thankful for nightfall, you unbuckle, climbing over the center console to straddle him. you make it onto his lap, feeling his rigid length even through the layers of fabric between the two of you. you cock an eyebrow, surprised he’s already fully hard. jason looks away sheepishly.

“you were bein’ a tease in the dressing room.” he cups your ass, squeezing. “help me out, princess?”

you nod, smiling and brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes. a nearby streetlight sheds just enough light into the car, as he runs his hands up your thighs, you grinding your hips against the length between his legs. he groans, and you reach down to unbutton his pants. the wet spot in your underwear grows as he nips and sucks along your jaw. he kisses your neck, moving down to your collarbone as you scoot his pants down his legs. he tenses as you brush your hand along his cock, smiling up at him.

“hi, gorgeous.” he says, as he kisses you on the cheek.

“hi, jason.” you reply, looking up at him through your lashes.

your boyfriend suddenly grabs you by the waist, shifting you so that you’re turned around, facing the steering wheel. you make a surprised noise, repositioning on his lap to get your balance. jason groans in response, your ass flush to his crotch. you lean back against him as his hand makes its way under your waistband, brushing against the curls covering your sex.

“may i?” he whispers, his voice rumbling into your ear.

“mmhm,” you reply, desperate for some relief.

his other hand cups your tit, giving it a squeeze. the familiar calluses on his fingers brush your clit, sending a spark of pleasure through your body, but he goes lower, sliding two fingers along your entrance. he gathers the wetness, rubbing your aching folds. his fingers start working between your legs, rubbing your clit in the familiar rhythm he knows you like. you stifle a moan, the pace already bringing you dangerously close to the edge.

“good thing i still have that finger.”

you can practically feel his smirk from behind you.

“oh, shut up.” you retort, shaking your head.

“well, since you asked so nicely.” he replies, punctuating the work of his fingers with kisses on your jaw, your neck, your shoulders. jason nudges your legs wider with his, opening the gap of your thighs to bracket his legs. he reaches into your underwear with his other hand, gathering slick on his middle finger.

“all good, princess?”

“yes, jay.” you peek up at him, smiling.

he kisses your forehead, holding eye contact as he slides his finger into your entrance. you moan at the intrusion, growing louder as he adds a second finger. all the while he keeps up his pace on that sensitive bundle of nerves.

“that’s right, beautiful. let me hear you.” jason kisses your shoulder, his fingers curling inside you, hitting just right.

you say your boyfriend’s name, causing him to pick up speed, groaning low in his throat. you feel his cock twitch under you, and you squeeze your eyes shut. you curl your toes, whining, as it all becomes too much, shuddering as the orgasm crests like a wave. your boyfriend continues working on your clit while you ride out your orgasm. you lean back against him, breathing heavily. he takes his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty. he grabs your jaw, kissing you, his fingers wet against your skin. he leans down to take your shoes off, tossing them onto the passenger’s side. he pulls your underwear all the way off, hooking them around the stickshift. he loops an arm around your waist, lifting you off of him to shove his boxers and pants down to his ankles, exposing the muscles of his massive thighs. he sets you back down, and you rub your wetness against the length of his ruddy cock, his tip shiny with precum. jason hisses, his head falling back against the headrest, his eyes closed.

you smile, loving that no matter how often the two of you do it, his reaction is always the same. like he hasn’t been touched in years, like he’s been blessed by the powers that be to have this moment with you. jason peers down at you, his jaw clenching as you grind against him. he scoots down the seat, shifting, taking the liberty to turn you again. you face him, settling your hands on his shoulders. he swipes a thumb across your clit, and you hum, your thighs tensing.

“like that, princess?”

“uh-huh,” you reply, breathless.

“you want more?”

“obviously.”

your boyfriend chuckles at your response, pinching your waist.

“anything for you,” he replies, taking himself in his hand.

jason fists his cock, pumping once, twice, before grabbing your hips and angling you over his length. you suck in a breath as his tip opens your entrance, jason focused on giving it to you slowly, giving it to you so you can take it all. you fist a hand into the fabric of his t-shirt, catching a glimpse of his biggest scar, marring the path of hair from his belly button into the junction of his thighs. he’s never told you the story behind that one. but it’s a harsh reminder of how much your boyfriend’s been through, how hard he’s lived. but he’s still here with you, still here to have these moments with you. he pulls out, only to thrust back in, increasing the stretch. the slight squeeze of his hands on your waist only increases the pleasure, the feeling of being weightless in your boyfriend’s grip only furthers your need for all of him.

“please, jay?”

jason looks up in surprise, squinting at you. you’re not one to beg, and he’s usually not one to make you. he’d give you the world if he could.

“whatever you want, princess.” he slowly thrusts all the way inside of you, still wanting it to be comfortable for you. bottoming out, he groans, grabbing your thigh. “feel so good, baby.”

you hum in agreement, pulling yourself up to find the friction you’re looking for. your boyfriend gets the hint, placing one hand back on your hip, the other with a thumb at your clit. you moan at the sensation, jason picking up the pace. he doubts he’ll last long with how needy you’re being, needy for him, especially in this position. you lean forward into the hard planes of his chest, and his hands find your ass. thrusting into you, fucking you, hard. the wet sounds of skin slapping echoes out into his car, bouncing off of the fogged up windows.

“wet for me, huh, princess?” jason growls into your ear, driving into you harder.

you whine into the crook of his neck, a hand gripping at the hair on the back of his head.

jason grunts at the feeling, nipping and licking at the soft skin of your neck.

“‘m close, baby.” the rhythm he’s found is perfect for the both of you, the angle leaving you breathless.

jason’s thighs flex under you as he finishes inside you with a shout, groaning as he plants a warm kiss on your lips. you lean back, and his hand finds your clit again, circling the sensitive nub. he thrusts into you, hissing through his teeth. your back arches as your second orgasm rocks you, leaving you moaning and panting.

your boyfriend can’t take his eyes off of you, off of your fluids mixing on his cock. jason kisses you, swallowing your sounds as his tongue finds yours, swiping through your parted lips. he rubs your back as you nestle against him, the two of you breathing heavily.

round two: you.

some part of him, some deep, dark part, worries that one day he’ll tell you the story behind one of his scars, and it’ll scare you away. it’s not rational, he knows that, but who said anything about being rational?

you’ll never actually push him for a story, or an explanation, knowing he’ll tell you in his own time.

you doubt he’ll ever tell you the story behind his biggest scar, the one that runs up the length of his chiseled torso, branching off across his chest to his shoulders in a Y shape.

once when you were laying in bed together, talking, cuddling, kissing, you traced it with your fingertip, following the line of it down to his waistband. you stopped when he drew in a breath, pulling your hand back. the acute pain expressed in his eyes surprised you.

you tried to apologize, eyebrows pinched, wondering why he looked like he was in pain when the scar was long healed.

jason was panicked, his heart fluttering behind his ribcage at the prospect of confessing his biggest secret to you. he couldn’t tell you, even though he knows he should. he wouldn’t even know where to start, even though he knows he should at least start somewhere. he just wouldn’t know how to tell you that he’d died and come back to life.

so he kissed you instead.

your mind rushed with thoughts as you wrestled with making him explain or letting him distract you with his lips, his body over yours, his huge forearms bracketing your head. he nudged your legs apart with his knee and you were hopeless.

round three: jason.

[ghouldump]

Oh my goodness I’m so used to writing kind of forgot how to request?? would love a fic with Armand where he reveals his true nature not the soft version that he shows the reader but what he doesn’t and how she responds to that happy ending possibly?

I just need more Armand please and thank you

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Beautiful Deception, Untold Truth | Armand x Reader

ෆ remembering the truth sometimes hurts, but perhaps love will prevail

your request immediately made my mind go to beautiful deception, so i hope you don't mind me twisting that story a bit. so happy to be back writing, enjoy! xoxo

Waking up, you lightly groaned, looking over at Armand. He slept soundlessly, his arm loose around your waist. Slipping away from his grasp, you climbed out of bed and quietly made your way into your private office.

A large desk, a swivel chair, an up-to-date desktop, and a few wall decorations — although, you both preferred the minimalist scenery. Clearing your throat, you sat in the chair, rubbing your temples. Opening the drawer, you stared at the envelope, sent from Daniel Molloy.

‘I’ve done some digging, and I found something I thought you might enjoy,’ the note said, attached to the envelope.

Pulling the photos from inside, you had examined each one over a thousand times, since getting them a few weeks back. Older photos of you and Philip, some from your short time at the Grand Cabaret, a few random photos from your time in Paris, and your wedding photo. You remembered the day so vividly, your mother had been so angry, but you were delighted to be marrying him. You looked like a princess, and he, a prince. You could recount times people praised how beautiful of a pair you were together.

“You couldn't sleep?” Armand asked, standing at the door, making you jump.

“No,” you shook your head, laying the photos face down.

“Perhaps I should’ve cuddled you better,” he said lowly, peering at you.

“You were perfect, I guess I’m a little anxious about the book,” you said, as you began to put the photos away, a small note catching your attention. On the back of the wedding photo was written, try to remember your last night.

“There is nothing for you to stress about if anything, they will critique Daniel’s repetitive usage of the word, monster,” he said, watching as you slipped the envelope back into the drawer, accepting his hand. Grinning, he brought your fingers to his lips, placing a soft kiss on each knuckle.

“I love you,” you whispered, as he led you back into the dim bedroom.

“Not nearly as much as I love you,” he said, his free hand snaking around your waist, pulling you closer.

“You don't know that”

“I’d burn the world down, and build it back up, to prove my love for you,” he said, smirking as you raised an eyebrow.

“And I would be by your side if it took an eternity,” you told him.

“I know, come now, you need your beauty sleep,” he said, watching as you climbed into the king-sized bed, before following suit.

Wrapping his arms around you, he kissed your forehead, as you closed your eyes, allowing sleep to embrace you, and welcome the deep slumber.

“Remeber your last night”

“Daniel?” you sat up, confusedly looking around, but were met with utter darkness. Armand was nowhere to be found, your penthouse, both gone. Standing up from the bed, you fell into a pit of nothingness. Screaming, you flailed around, grasping at the void. Falling onto the cushion, you sighed in relief.

“Y/n, remember your last night,” you heard again.

“What-

Sitting up, you froze as you stared at…you, or what looked like you. At the small desk, you wrote a letter, a few tears slipping from your eyes. Suddenly, it dawned on you, the night you were turned into a vampire. Your last night alive. It was only a few more moments before-

Suddenly the door burst open, Philip rushed in, terror covering his face. Locking the door, he immediately went to the small kitchen, pushing the stove in front of the door.

"Philip?"

You stood from the bed, watching him. It seemed like they couldn't see you, as you analyzed the situation.

Hearing his name, his head jerked around as he met your gaze. Rushing over to you, he stopped, seeing you back away nervously.

"Baby, please, I won't...just let me explain," he said, opening the manila folder.

"It started when you wanted to work at the Cabaret, I was so excited for you. You were going to have an entire page. My thoughts- I can’t explain how, but my brain began to get distorted and fuzzy, I can hardly think. Before I knew it, everything I wrote always ended up on fire. I came to your show and I noticed someone"

"You came to see me perform?"

"Always, this is your dream, and I will always support you, I promised," he said, pulling out the stack of photos he continued.

Rubbing your temple, it was like a memory was unlocked. He had come to your second show, the loudest voice and clapping in the audience, as he let everyone know the beautiful star was his wife. However, before you could ever see him, you would become distracted, talking with Armand — who brought along the extravagant bouquet of flowers.

"This man, he has come to nearly every show, since you’ve started working there. Front row, bringing you flowers," he showed a series of pictures of Armand, some of the photos you were in. His arms around your waist, his lips pressed against your own.

"Philip-

"Just listen," he shook his head, stopping you.

"I went to his theater, to confront him, to be a man and win my wife back, when I found this, in his office," he pulled out more photos.

"He has been watching you since we arrived here, from the moment you stepped off that ship, there are photos of you. Then, I searched around, and what I found is incredibly disturbing. Those aren't plays, they're actual murderings," he cried, showing the hardly developed pictures of the coffins and corpses in a box full of rats.

"I think he has been getting in my head, he can’t possibly be a normal human. Since I began to suspect him, I've felt like another person is living inside of me," he said, wiping his tears, going to his knees, laying his head in your lap.

"I waited until they all settled in for rest and I set the hell house on fire, I could hear the screams of all of those monster. We have to leave, now, we can go home, beg your mother for forgiveness, have a start fresh, leave all of this behind," he stressed, standing up.

Moving to your shared closet, he began to rip all of your clothing from the hangers, throwing them on the bed. You stood with your hand on your stomach, trying to process the photos. Indeed, there were photos of you from the moment you stepped off the ship. You didn't want to believe any of these bizarre claims, but here was the proof right in your face.

Watching all of this unfold, you were trying to not accept what your memories were telling you. Armand wasn't the type to mess with someone’s head unless they pushed him to that point of anger. However, he had shared what his gifts entailed, and it was all seemed very familiar.

Unexpectedly, the stove was pushed out of the way, as the door burst open. Armand walked in, his hair slightly disheveled, the most horrifying glare set on Philip.

“Armand, stop it,” you said, but he couldn't see you, walking towards the you of the past.

"Armand?" you called his name, hesitantly.

"Y/n, run," Philip told you, as you jumped away from the table, the paper catching ablaze.

"Philip-

"Run, now," he shoved you, right as Armand grabbed him. His hands around his throat, lifting him off the ground. Philip struggled, trying to free himself, gasping as fangs came out. Armand seemed to be growling at him, before sinking his teeth into him, determined to drain every ounce of blood from him.

"Run," Philip strained, as you covered your mouth, rushing out the door.

“You’ll never have her, you think she’ll love you when you're a monster” Philip choked up blood. Your hand went to your mouth, as the tears filled your eyes.

“She’s already mine,” Armand said, before setting Philip on fire.

Turning to run out of the apartment, it didn't take long to see yourself limping, barefoot, sprinting toward the small store.

"Sir," you called out, as you jogged to him.

"No, no, I'm closing," he pointed at the sign.

"Please help me, he killed him, he's going to get me," you cried, as the man finally turned to face you, genuinely concerned.

"Come in," he said, letting you into the store. As you came in, he locked the door behind you. With the adrenaline coming down, you could feel pain in your foot from stepping into the glass.

"We have to hide," you told the man, tugging at his sleeve.

"You go," he pointed to the back, before he went behind the counter, pulling a shotgun out.

Limping to the back of the store, looking back one more time, you screamed as the door burst open, the shop owner being killed instantly. As the elderly man fell to the floor, you cried out, before he appeared in front of you.

"Y/n," his eyes softened seeing your tear-stained face, all of your makeup running down, mixed with the tears.

"Please, don't kill me," you cried, shaking your head.

"Shh, shh, there is no need to cry," he consoled you, forcing your head into his chest.

"Why did you kill him?"

"Because he married you," he admitted.

"What are you?"

"A vampire," he shifted his eyes as you looked at his face.

"They weren't acting," you shook your head, trying to shove him away.

"Not at the end, no," he confessed. Wrapping his arms around you, he walked you out of the store. You continued to try to fight him, but he was much stronger, holding you effortlessly. Following behind them, you wanted nothing more than to wake from whatever this was, to question Armand.

Lifting into the air, you gasped in fear, realizing he was floating, no flying. Wrapping your arms around him, you shoved your face deeper into his soft coat. He smiled as one of his hands held your head. As your feet came from off of the ground, you flew behind them, to the museum building.

"We were out hunting, when I noticed you, stepping off of the ship. I could hear your precious thoughts, you were sure you'd be the next big star. You had dreams with no plan, so l sent Edward to you, and I made sure he paid you like the star you are," Armand said, as his feet landed on top of the museum.

"I showered you with praise and gifts of all kinds, and yet you left every night, going back to him, what is it that he could possibly have that I couldn't give you?" he asked, his eyes drowning in melancholy.

"He was my husband, he didn't have much, but I loved him," you cried.

"He wouldn't have given you the opportunities you can have, that you deserve. He would work himself to death, not without cheating on you to fill the void within himself because he knew he could never give you the life he promised"

"You killed him," you continued to cry. Rolling his eyes, he felt himself growing frustrated with you. Furrowing your eyebrows, you didn’t remember him having that reaction.

"Y/n, I love you, I love you more than his wretched human mind could ever think to fathom. I can give you the eternal gift, lavish you, treasure you, why can't you see, has your love for me left so quickly?" he asked, as he grabbed your face, forcing you to look into his eyes.

Glamouring you, he hoped to find the truth, that your heart hadn’t turned cold at the sight of him. Wiping the tears from your eyes softly, his hand trailed to your lips, brushing against them softly.

As frustrated as you were with him, seeing the situation to be a little more tainted than you thought to be — his confession warmed your heart. After witnessing him gruesomely kill Philip, something you didn't remember, you knew the beginning of your beautiful companionship was soon to com-

“I could never love you, after all you've done,” you said, crying. Your eyes widened, where was this coming from? Then you realized, could this be the truth, had you forgotten what truly happened?

“As beautiful as you are, you are a foolish girl,” he said, his hand going to your throat.

“Philip was right, you are a monster,” you struggled to speak, as his hand pressed against your throat.

“I hand-picked you, I chose you over hundreds of ancient vampires, to be worthy of my love, and you want to throw it away over one human? Don't be pathetic,” he said, through his teeth, you could see the tears building up in his eyes, the angry expression set on you.

“I’d rather die,” you spat, making him scoff, releasing you to fall from the top of the museum. Turning away as you screamed, reaching to clutch the air, a single tear fell from his face. Holding your hand on your chest, you cried, screaming at Armand, unable to believe this was what happened, but as time went on, it became more evident that it was true.

Just as you jumped in hopes of trying to save yourself, Armand flew off the building, down to you. The flowers in the extravagant garden broke only a bit of your fall, but couldn't stop the fatal landing. Lying in the rose garden, a few thorns pressed into your skin, your breathing was shallow, as your blood painted the white rose red. Attempting to shake your head as Armand approached you.

“What have you done?” You cried, staring at yourself, this version of you felt unrecognizable, yet undeniable.

“Leave me,” you said, your breath ragged, blood leaking from your mouth, but he ignored your words, lifting you into his arms.

“I can’t let him have you in this life and the next,” he cried, the fangs coming out.

“No, no, p-please, Armand,” you struggled, crying from pain and refusal, if vampires were anything like the stories — they could turn humans into their kind.

“Look at me,” he said, caressing your cheek, as you shut your eyes, you would rather wait for death to collect your soul than join him.

“Y/n, look at me,” he commanded, you couldn’t believe your eyes, he had used his gifts against you.

Opening your eyes, you faced him, as he caressed your cheek. “You have no need to fear me, we will soon be companions, equals, I, your maker, and you, my angel. You won’t remember what happened tonight, but I will explain to you later. Your love for Philip was not genuine, nothing more than a childish passion. I may be a monster, but I love you. Centuries, I have walked this earth, hundreds of years, of yearning and desiring what was mine. I hate him, and I would kill him a million more times if it meant having this moment with you,” he said, a few tears slipped from your eyes, as you stared hypnotized.

"This will hurt for a short moment, but our eternity together will make up for it," he told you, softly pecking your lips. Leaning down, he hovered over you, as his fangs sank into your neck.

Falling to your knees, your hands went to your face, and just as you cried out, you fell through the ground. Except instead of slipping into the dark abyss, you sat up, back in your bed, alone. The windows open, as the moonlight shined. Climbing out of bed, you grabbed your phone and rushed to your office.

“Miss Y/n, your meals-

“Get away from me,” you shrieked, shutting yourself in the office. Dialing Daniel’s number, you paced the floor, stopping to grab the envelope from the drawer.

“Y/n?” Daniel answered, surprised by the unexpected call.

“I remembered, everything, like you told me too, I married a him, after what he has done,” you cried.

“I’ll catch the soonest flight out there, just, try not to kill him,” Daniel said, sounding exhausted, before ending the call.

Sitting down, you opened the envelope, pulling out the photos to stare at. Suddenly, the door opened, and Armand entered.

“You didn't want to eat-what is the matter?” his face softened, taking in your face, puffy and stained with dry blood.

“Stay away from me,” you stood, backing away, as he looked confused.

“Did something happen? Did you have a nightmare-

“I don’t even know who you are,” you shook your head, as he slowly approached you.

“Love-

“You couldn’t stand the thought of him having me in life and death,” you said, realizing crossing his face.

“Y/n, angel-

“No, how many times have you had me forget, changed the story, made me into your brainless pet,” you said, backing away from him.

“I know, and if I could go back and change it, then I would-

“But you can’t Armand, you killed my husband-

“I am your husband-

“You killed my first love, and killed me after,” you said, making him stop in his tracks.

“I love you, Y/n, and I’m sorry for my actions,” he shook his head.

“Get out, I don’t want you back here until Daniel arrives,” you screamed.

He stared at you for a moment, before nodding in acceptance. Backing away, he glanced at you once more, before he left the penthouse.

“Daniel, thank you for coming out,” you said, embracing him. He was taken by surprise before he slowly began to rub your back. You weren’t dressed in your usual extravagant fashion, wearing bland loungewear.

Opening his mouth to speak, he stopped as the headache was coming back. Turning his head, he met eyes with Armand who stood in the entrance.

“I appreciate this, the readers deserve the truth,” you told him, before you turned your head, looking to Armand.

“Y/n-

Ignoring him, you walked to the table in the study, watching as Daniel took out his laptop and notebook. Armand followed behind slowly, sitting across from you.

“Y/n’s memories were suppressed and changed by her maker and companion, Armand. As of 48 hours ago, she has remembered everything from that night,” Daniel spoke into the recorder.

“Armand, is there anything you want to say…” Daniel continues.

“Five hundred years, I’ve wandered, loving others, but never receiving that same love. I admit, that my past has stunted my empathy toward humans. If I wanted something, I knew to take it and you were no different. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew, I would love you forever and unconditionally. As much as I desire your forgiveness, I will not force it. I ask that you remember after you were turned, our first hunt together, first time making love, our matrimony,” he said, his gaze focused on you, as the tears built up in his eyes.

“How different is your reality, from what you were told?”

“He was…unfamiliar and gruesome. He had been in Philip’s head for months, before it happened,” you said, turning your head. You couldn’t stomach talking about it, let alone looking at Armand — who couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Now that you are aware of what is true, has future changed? Do you see Armand still being a factor in your life?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, as he widened his eyes, staring between you and Daniel.

“You don’t know? Perhaps a legal separation or divorce-

“Divorce? Y/n, none of this is necessary, love,” Armand interrupted.

“You set Philip on fire, and threw me from the top of a museum-

“I didn’t throw you”

“Oh, I’m sorry, you let go after I called you a monster,” you replied harshly.

“Why did you do it, Armand?” Daniel asked.

“I was angry, it isn’t an excuse, but I was. He- Philip had burned down the theater, and the woman I loved, sided with him. I let her go, but the thought of her being with him again, I detested, when I needed her. My piece of humanity, only hours with her, left my cold heart feeling more alive than it ever was. When she hit the ground, I heard her bones break, her crying, it shattered what was left of my soul. I couldn’t believe what I had done to my angel, I had to turn her. I am sorry, but making you my fledgling, I will not apologize for, you are my greatest creation,” he shook his head, looking away as a tear fell.

“I need a moment,” he continued, standing to leave, as Daniel paused the recorder.

“How are you?” Daniel asked, hesitantly. You sat stiff but upright.

“My heartbeat is synced with his, he has been all I’ve known for almost a century, I just…don’t get it,” you said, accepting the Kleenex from Daniel.

“On your blog, you explained how ruthless the vampires were and how he seemed different, ‘Armand was my shield, he was feared by many, and being his companion, I was safe’,” he quoted.

“Yes,” you nodded.

“And suppose you forgot that he was a vampire of that time, he too was just as heartless, if not perhaps more. I mean, he had done a fair share of generosity, but it was all for personal gain”

“I don't understand what you're saying Daniel,” you told him.

“I am simply trying to break down every perspective of this story”

“You were having an emotional affair with him, while he pulled the strings behind the scene, sounds like something he'd do. I just have to ask, what hurt your worst, was it him killing Philip, or killing you?” he asked. Opening your mouth to speak, you stopped as Armand entered the room, keeping his eyes down. Pressing play on the recorder, Daniel cleared his throat.

“We left off with Armand’s excuse, although, he didn't explain why he wiped and changed Y/n’s memory. Would you like to elaborate on that?” Daniel asked him, making him glare at him. Groaning, he held his head, feeling another wave of the terrible headache.

“Stop it,” you yelled at him, catching him by surprise, before he put his head down.

“If she didn't remember, then we could pick up where we left off. As monstrous as it seems, it was very simple. My hatred and jealousy for him was far too strong, it was bound to come to pass. I apologize, Y/n, you did love him very much. I just ask that you would look past all of this and see that you were and will always be my angel,” he said before he walked away.

“Armand, you can't just- and he's gone. Armand has left the penthouse, and no longer wants to discuss what happened,” he said, before pausing the recorder.

“Continuing where we left, what hurt worst?”

“I-I don’t know, I would say him letting me go, he was my haven, and to just release me. The look on my face, as I screamed, reaching for him, I was so afraid,” you stated, as he quickly made a small note.

“Are you able to continue tonight?” he asked, setting the pen down.

“Of course, I will be fine,” you nodded, as he pressed play on the recorder.

“Now that you remember your concealed memories, start from where they had been changed”

“I was writing a letter…”

Waking up, you lightly groaned, looking over at the bare space. Your undead heart ached at the lack of his presence, despite your anger towards him. Two weeks had come and gone, the longest you had been away from each other, and as concerning as it may have been, you missed him, dearly.

Sluggishly climbing out of bed, and leaving the room, you couldn't remember the last morning you had been asleep, or the night you’d been awake. Raising an eyebrow at how chaotic the house staff seemed, you tried to think of what made today special.

“What is going on?” You said, stopping a staff member.

“I-for you miss,” the young girl said, directing you to the folder on the nearby table.

“This is a will…” you frowned, staring at the paper inside.

“Yes, from Armand, I believe he left a note,” she nodded, hesitantly. Flipping through the pages, your frowned deepened, skimming the contents. All of his assets going to his spouse, you. Just as you were about to question his motives further, you noticed the small note against the folder.

My angel, a star I thought was only meant for my stage when in reality, you are worthy of much more. Selfishly, I have sheltered you away, when you shine brightly. This time away, although agonizing, has given me a chance to think. There are no excuses I have for myself, I have found myself guilty, and I will deliver justice for you. To experience only a small amount of pain I have caused you is all I can lastly do for you in my final moments. You have made me feel more alive in our century than when I was mortal. I’ll love you in this life and the next, Armand.

Your fingers traced his unique cursive handwriting, as the bloody tears hit the paper, smearing the ink. It looked and felt fresh. Despite being so angry with him, you didn’t want this for him. He had done heinous things, but no vampire was innocent, and you still loved him.

“Do you know where he is?”

“I believe he may be on the roof,” she said, her eyes widening as you rushed out of the penthouse. The sun was set to rise shortly, and you had to get to him quickly.

Anxiety crept up from the depths of your stomach as you ran to the rooftop. Your time in Paris flashed across your mind. First meeting him, the terror as he murdered Philip, the first time he brought you flowers, the fear as you learned that he was a vampire, your first kiss, the pain caused by his fangs as he made you into his fledgling. He consumed your mind and you didn't know if you could take losing him.

“Armand,” you yelled, as you rushed outside.

“Has this view always been this beautiful?” he asked, his back to you.

“Come inside, Armand,” your breath hitched as he faced you. His beautiful stained with dry blood.

“I hurt you,” he said, disgust flashing across his face.

“I know, but you’ll hurt me again if you do this,” you told him.

“Releasing you from my grasp is what you need most,” he said, as you anxiously watched as the sun inched close and closer.

“What I need is for you to come inside with me, now,” you yelled at him, tears pouring from your eyes.

“Go inside-

“If you won't come along, then I will stay,” you argued.

“Y/n, don't be absurd”

“I forgive you, is that what you want to hear? It was a stupid mistake almost a century ago and if you can't accept that, then we will meet the sun together,” you said, as the sun began to move up your legs.

“Please, Y/n”

“No, I will not leave you to burn-

Armand hissed as the sun moved up his arms, but as it came across your skin, you immediately screamed. It burned, it was excruciating. In an instant, Armand had you in his arms, bringing you inside the building.

“I’m sorry,” he comforted you, examining your arms, as he held you close.

“Don’t go,” you cried.

“I won't,” he reassured you.

“Make me forget-

“No-

“Just once more, I’d rather oblivion than another moment of this mental warfare”

“I am sorry”

“I know,” you said, as he lifted your head, to meet his eyes, as he began to wipe your memories.

“Let me get this straight, you're recanting everything you told me?” Daniel yelled over the phone.

“Yes, I would like to keep the original story, Daniel, I will be sure to reimburse you for the inconvenience”

“Where is this coming from? What happened to the readers knowing the truth?”

“The truth is subjective, depending on who is reading will determine what they think is true. I will be in contact soon, bye now,” you said, ending the call.

“Daniel wasn't very happy with me,” you pouted, accepting the champagne glass, filled with blood.

“He will get over himself,” Armand said, as his hand wrapped around your waist.

“I suppose, I still feel bad I’ll have to make it up to him,” you said, leaning into his chest, as you both stared off into the beautiful lights of Dubai.

“Perhaps and what would you like to do about his gifts?” he said, motioning to the stack of old photographs.

Glancing over that the wedding photos, you picked up the only picture that included your mother and brother. Turning back to the window, the stack caught ablaze, crumbling into ash. Armand tensed up at the action, but you turned to face him, kissing his cheek.

“I love you”

“Not nearly as much as I love you”

“Oh but I think I do”

“Really now?”

“I think I could show you better physically, than with words,” you said, lust clouding your eyes.

“After you, angel,” Armand smirked, as you held his hand, leading him to your shared bedroom.

Guilt lingered at the back of Armand’s mind. He was inherently selfish, it was his prerogative — but you were the same. You didn't even realize you were just as messed up as him. You preferred having your memory wiped than to recognize the monster he was. The truth, your past, and death would remain untold, as you accepted your perfect life with Armand — your companion and maker, a beautiful deception.

a/n: guys, it feels so weird posting again lol, i enjoyed my break, but i missed writing on here so much!

[xoamiiren]

SHINY NEW THINGS, ｡ﾟ☆ 𓈒𓈒 surprise piercings

𖥔 PRECIS. In which, they surprise you with their new piercing, after being inspired by you. PAIRING. uni bf!enha x tattoo artist gf!reader GENRE. fluff WARNINGS. skinship, petnames, mild kissing

authors note ���୧ First post, kinda nervous. I was heavily inspired by Romance Untold: Inceptio Ver. The blush, the stickers ⸝⸝ just everything!! ◜ ᴗ ◝

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HEESEUNG : Ver. Eyebrow

The soft hum of Heeseung's motorbike drifted through your open window, a familiar sound that brought a small smirk to your face. You looked up from your desk, where your latest tattoo designs were scattered, doodles of delicate lines and intricate patterns.

Moments later, you heard the door to your apartment click open, and the faint shuffle of Heeseung’s steps. He appeared in the doorway of your room, hood up, his face partially hidden. His hair was messier than usual, fluffing around his forehead in a way that seemed intentional, as if he were trying to hide something.

You spun around in your desk chair to face him.

“Heeseung?” you asked, tilting your head curiously as you pointed to your own head. “What’s with the hood?”

He smiled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and he took a few steps closer. “Just wanted to see you, princess” he murmured, his voice warm and a little playful. After a few short strides towards you, he turned your chair to face him better before leaning down, and brushing his lips gently against yours, the kiss so tender it sent a flutter through your chest.

As he pulled back, you noticed something glinting just above his eye—a small silver piercing nestled in his eyebrow, catching the light. You gasped softly, your fingers instinctively reaching up to touch it after you combed your own fingers through his soft red locks.

“When did you—?”

Heeseung’s eyes twinkled with a mixture of pride and bashfulness, the corners of his lips quirking up into a grin. “Got it today. Thought it would look cool… kind of inspired by you.”

Your fingertips gently traced the piercing, feeling the cool metal against his warm skin. It added an unexpected edge to his otherwise laidback aura, a hint of rebellion that made him look even more intriguing. It was sexy in a way you hadn’t expected, a perfect, wild contrast to his usually soft, relaxed, manly demeanor.

Heeseung’s gaze never left yours as you touched the piercing, his eyes wide and filled with a mix of excitement and hope, like a puppy waiting for approval. “Do you like it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, your heart swelling at the sight of his starry-eyed expression. “I love it. It suits you… makes you look a little dangerous.”

Heeseung chuckled, his cheeks flushing a light pink. “Mm? Dangerous? I like that.” He leaned in again, capturing your lips in a deeper kiss, and you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this new piercing was the perfect addition to the boy you adored.

JAY : Butterfly Kiss

The gentle patter of rain against the window filled the room. You lay on the bed, lost in thought, when you heard the front door open. Moments later, Jay stepped into the room, casually shaking off his damp jacket.

"Hey baby," he murmured softly, making his way to the bed. Without hesitation, he crawled up and nestled himself between your legs, his head resting comfortably on your stomach while his arms found their way around your waist, eyes closing as he let out a content sigh.

Smiling, you ran your fingers through his hair, but something caught your eye. A glint of silver sat perfectly under his eye. Leaning closer, you saw it—a delicate butterfly kiss piercing.

"Jay…" you gasped. "When did you…?"

He didn’t answer, his lips twitching into a playful smirk, eyes still closed.

"Jay, are you seriously pretending to be asleep?" you laughed, lightly tapping his shoulder. "I see it! It looks amazing!"

He chuckled, eyes fluttering open, a proud sparkle in his gaze. "Surprise," he said with a grin.

You reached out, brushing your fingers over the piercing that sat so nicely on his cheekbone. It added a new layer of sexiness to his already gentlemanly persona, perfectly complementing his sharp features and deep eyes.

"It’s perfect," you whispered. "I can’t believe you got it."

Jay’s grin widened. "I wanted to surprise you. Thought it might make me look a little more… edgy."

"You look incredible," you assured him, cupping his cheek. "It adds this whole new vibe."

He leaned up to kiss your forehead before settling back down. "I got it because your designs are always inspiring. And I wanted something to remind me of you."

Your heart swelled, and you pressed a tender kiss to his lips. "You’re the sweetest," you murmured.

He smiled, eyes closing again as he nestled back into you. "I think you’re the sweetest," he whispered.

And there, in the quiet comfort of your shared space, you lay together, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, the rain softly tapping against the window.

JAKE : Smiley

You were lying on the couch, fingers gently drumming against your bare belly, absently playing with the dangling red gem of your navel piercing while a TV show played softly in the background. The front door creaked open, and you heard Jake’s familiar footsteps. He came home from classes, his bag slung over his shoulder and a faint trace of tiredness on his face, yet his eyes were bright with anticipation.

He dropped his bag by the door and immediately headed over to you, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He settled down beside you on the couch, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. You continued to focus on the TV, but you could sense him watching you closely, his eyes tracing over your belly and the gem that hung there.

“Hi love,” he said softly, his voice and signature Aussie accent pulling your attention away from the screen. You turned to look at him, and that’s when you noticed it—a glimmer of silver catching the light as he smiled wide. A smiley piercing, the delicate barbell glistening against his pearly white teeth.

You blinked, doing a double take as the realization hit. “Is that…?” you began, your voice trailing off in surprise.

Jake’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling with pride and a hint of mischief. “Yep,” he replied, leaning back slightly to give you a better view. “Got it today. Thought it’d be fun to surprise you. And, you know, I wanted to impress you a little,” he added with a playful shrug.

You couldn’t help but smile back at him, a mix of amusement and adoration bubbling up inside you. “It looks amazing,” you said, genuinely impressed. The piercing added a whole new level of sexiness and edge to his otherwise sweet, playful demeanor. It was such a stark contrast to his boyish charm—this little piece of metal that somehow made him look even more intriguing and attractive. It was like he’d unlocked a new side of himself, one that was daring and confident.

Jake’s cheeks flushed slightly at your compliment, but he kept his gaze steady on you, his eyes filled with that starry, prideful look that made your heart skip a beat. “I got it because of you,” he admitted. “Your designs, your piercings…they’re so cool. I wanted to show you I can be cool too. Not just the ‘nice guy’ you always tease me about.”

You chuckled, reaching out to lightly touch the piercing with your fingertip. “Oh, Jake,” you murmured, your voice softening. “You’ve always been cool. But this? This just makes you…irresistibly cool.”

He beamed at your words, the glow of his smile making his new piercing shine even brighter. Leaning closer, he rested his head on your shoulder, his eyes still fixed on you with that same adoring gaze. And as you sat there, side by side on the couch, you realized that Jake, with his sweet smile and newfound edge, was even more captivating than ever.

SUNGHOON : Industrial

You were in the kitchen, humming softly to yourself as you prepared a simple snack. It was late, and the apartment was quiet, save for the faint sound of the refrigerator humming and the clink of utensils. You had just finished slicing some fruit when you heard the door open, followed by the sound of Sunghoon’s soft footsteps as he came home from his late class.

Before you could turn to greet him, you felt his presence behind you—a comforting warmth that enveloped you in an instant. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. He let out a content sigh, his breath warm against your skin.

“Long day?” you asked softly, leaning back into his embrace.

Sunghoon nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to the tiny butterfly tattoo on your exposed shoulder. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice slightly muffled as he nuzzled closer, as if trying to hide from the world. His hold on you tightened a little, and you could feel his heart beating steadily against your back.

Smiling to yourself, you set down the knife and turned in his arms, wanting to see his face and properly hug him. But Sunghoon kept his face buried in the crook of your neck, his arms remaining firmly around you. You chuckled softly at his shyness, gently running your fingers through his hair in a soothing motion.

It was then that you noticed something new—a shiny silver industrial piercing in his ear, peeking out from behind his dark hair. Two spiky studs glinted at either end of the bar, catching the light and drawing your attention.

Your breath hitched slightly as you took in the sight, your hand instinctively moving to touch the piercing. “Sunghoon,” you whispered in awe, your fingers grazing the cool metal. “When did you get this, baby?”

He finally lifted his head just enough to meet your gaze, his cheeks flushed with a faint blush. “Today,” he replied quietly, his voice still soft. “I… I wanted to try something new…”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words, your heart swelling with affection. “It looks amazing,” you told him, gently touching the piercing again. The industrial bar added a whole new level of sexiness and edge to his clean, prince-like coolness. It contrasted so perfectly with his usual composed demeanor, giving him a rebellious flair that only made him more captivating.

Sunghoon’s eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and shyness as he watched you admire his new piercing. “I was a little nervous about it,” he admitted, his lips curling into a small, bashful smile. “But I thought… maybe it’d suit me. And I wanted to impress you.”

You grinned, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw as you looked up at him. “Well, you definitely did,” you said softly, your voice filled with sincerity. “It suits you perfectly, Hoon. You look incredible.”

His smile grew wider, and despite his initial embarrassment, he seemed to relax a bit, his gaze softening as he stared down at you with starry, prideful eyes. “Thanks,” he whispered, his hands still resting on your waist. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it,” you assured him, leaning up to press a tender kiss to his cheek. “And I love you.”

Sunghoon’s blush deepened, but he didn’t look away. Instead, he held you closer, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered back, “I love you too.” And as you stood there, wrapped in his embrace, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have someone as wonderful as him by your side.

SUNOO : Nose

You stepped out of class, the crisp afternoon air brushing against your face as you scanned the crowd of students dispersing across the campus. It didn’t take long to spot Sunoo, waiting just outside with a bright smile on his face. His eyes lit up the moment he saw you, and he immediately started walking over, his steps quick and eager.

Before you could even say hello, Sunoo pulled you into a gentle hug, his arms wrapping around you with familiar warmth. Then, with a playful grin, he leaned in and planted a quick, soft peck on your lips. It was so sudden and sweet that it made your heart flutter.

As you leaned back to look at him, you noticed something new—something shiny and sparkly catching the light on his nose. A small, glittering stud adorned his nostril, and it immediately drew your attention. You blinked in surprise, taking a moment to admire how the stud added a touch of sparkle to his already bright and cheerful face.

Sunoo’s cheeks turned a rosy pink, his shyness mixing with excitement. His eyes were wide and hopeful as he waited for your reaction, biting his lip nervously. “Do you like it?” he asked, his voice soft but filled with anticipation. “I got it because of you... I thought it might suit me.”

For a moment, you were speechless, just staring at him and taking in this new look. The piercing added a whole new level of mischievousness to Sunoo’s usual cute, soft image. It was unexpected and yet, somehow, it fit him. The sparkly stud seemed to enhance his playful nature, making his already captivating eyes look even brighter and more mischievous.

You smiled up at him, reaching out to gently touch the stud. “I love it,” you finally said, your voice full of admiration. “It looks amazing on you, Sunoo. It’s like…it adds this little hint of mystery and sass. You look so…different, but in a really good way.”

Sunoo’s face lit up at your words, a look of pure joy spreading across his features. He glanced down shyly, but there was no mistaking the pride in his eyes. “Good, thank you” he murmured, glancing back up at you with a playful wink. “I wanted to surprise you, and maybe show you a different side of me. Not just the cute Sunoo, you know?”

You chuckled, feeling a warm glow spread through you. “Well, consider me very impressed,” you replied, leaning in to give him another quick kiss. “You’re definitely full of surprises.”

Sunoo beamed, his hand finding yours as you started to walk together, side by side. And as you glanced over at him, admiring the way the sun caught the glimmer of his new piercing, you couldn’t help but think that Sunoo, with his sweet smile and new mischievous edge, was even more enchanting than ever.

JUNGWON : Lip Ring

It was late evening at the tattoo studio. The sun had dipped below the skyline, casting a soft golden hue through the windows. You were at your workbench, carefully cleaning up after a long day. The faint buzz of the tattoo machines had finally quieted, leaving a serene calm that settled over the room.

Jungwon had arrived only moments ago and was sitting quietly beside you, watching as you meticulously wiped down your equipment and organized your tools. His hands were folded in his lap, fidgeting slightly, a nervous energy radiating from him. You could feel his gaze on you, a mix of curiosity and something more lingering in his cat-like gaze.

As you reached for the last cloth, Jungwon shifted a bit closer. You glanced up briefly, catching his eye just as he quickly looked away, a blush creeping up his cheeks. You smiled, finding his shyness endearing.

“Are you alright?” you asked softly, gently scratching your nose where a delicate shimmery stud twinkled.

Jungwon nodded quickly, but his eyes darted away again, clearly struggling with something on his mind. Before you could ask him what was bothering him, he suddenly leaned forward, pressing a quick, fleeting kiss to your cheek.

You felt a cool, unexpected sensation brush against your skin, and when he pulled back, you saw the small, shiny glint of a new lip ring.

“Jungwon…” you breathed, touching your cheek where the kiss had landed. “Is that…?”

He nodded, looking a little sheepish now, but there was a proud glimmer in his eyes. “I got it today. Because of you. I wanted to match,” he admitted, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Your heart swelled at the thought, warmth spreading through your chest. “It’s beautiful,” you said, reaching out to gently touch the ring. “It suits you. Adds a bit of an edge to that perfect model student image of yours.”

He chuckled, a little self-conscious but clearly pleased by your compliment. You could see the nervousness still lingering, but there was also a newfound confidence in the way he looked at you, the way he sat just a bit taller, leaning back on his arms.

You found yourself leaning in, closer to him, until your noses almost touched. “Can I kiss you?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jungwon’s eyes widened in surprise, his breath hitching. But then he nodded, a quick, eager nod, his own breathless whisper escaping, “Yeah...”

You closed the distance, pressing your lips to his, and felt the cool metal of his new lip ring against your skin. It was a soft, sweet kiss, filled with a gentle warmth and the unmistakable thrill of something new.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were smiling, a shared glow in your eyes. Jungwon reached up, touching his lip ring again, before biting it gently. That was hot. A small, almost disbelieving laugh escaped him. “I can’t believe I did this,” he said, a mix of amazement and happiness in his voice.

You laughed too, giving him another quick peck on the lips. “I’m glad you did,” you said. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

Jungwon’s smile widened, dimples prominent and he leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “I want to be a little more rebellious,” he confessed. “Just for you.”

You chuckled softly, your fingers gently tracing his jawline. “I’ll love whatever version of you, you decide to be,” you whispered.

As you both sat there, the quiet of the studio wrapping around you like a warm embrace, you knew this was a moment you’d never forget — the start of something wonderfully new.

NI-KI : Venom Tongue

It was a quiet night in your dorm's share house, your roommates asleep and the world outside settled into a deep, peaceful hush. You were lounging on your bed, working on some new tattoo designs, when you received a text from your boyfriend. It was typical of Ni-ki to be playful and mysterious, but tonight's message was particularly intriguing: "I have a surprise for you. Wait for me :)"

An hour or so later, while you were lost in your sketches, you heard a soft rustling by your bedroom window. Turning around, you saw Ni-ki’s grinning face peeking through the open gap. You couldn’t help but laugh quietly as he slipped through the window with practiced ease, landing lightly on the floor.

“Surprise!” he whispered, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You motioned for him to come closer, your curiosity piqued. “Alright, look at these, then you can show me your surprise.”

Ni-ki plopped down on the edge of your bed, his playful demeanor never fading. As you laid out your designs for him, he took an enthusiastic interest, nodding and commenting on each and every one. But soon, his attention shifted from the sketches to you.

As you finished explaining your last sketch, your voice trailed off as Ni-ki pulled you gently but firmly between his legs, drawing you closer to him by the hips. Instinctively, you leaned down until you felt his breath against your skin as his lips met yours in a slow, tender kiss. The contact was electrifying, and the sensation of something cool and smooth brushing against your tongue caught you by surprise.

When you finally pulled away, your eyes wide with shock, Ni-ki’s smirk was positively devilish. He stuck out his tongue, revealing two shiny metal balls nestled perfectly in the center. The new Venom piercing gleamed under the soft light of your room, a stark contrast to his usual playful grin.

“You got a piercing?” you gasped, leaning in closer to examine the metal balls. “Just like my dimples?”

Ni-ki chuckled, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction as he tapped his fingers gently against the tiny studs in your lower back. “Yeah, inspired by you... Do you like it?”

Your heart raced at the sight. His new piercing was not just a bold choice but an edgy complement to his already wild personality. It was undeniably hot, the perfect blend of rebellion and charm.

“It’s amazing,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “It looks so good on you.”

Ni-ki’s grin widened, and he leaned in for another kiss, the metal of his piercing cool against your lips. The kiss was slow, sweet, and full of unspoken promises and you immediately knew kissing Ni-ki would quickly become your new favorite hobby. When he pulled back, his expression was a mix of satisfaction and affection.

“You know,” Ni-ki said, “I was a little nervous to show you… but it was worth it.”

You smiled, your fingers lightly tracing the metal of his piercing. “Well, you definitely nailed it. It’s perfect.”

Ni-ki’s laughter was soft and full of warmth. “I’m glad you think so. It hurt like a bitch.”

As you both sat there, wrapped in the intimacy of the moment, basking in hushed giggles and heated kisses, you couldn’t help but marvel at how Ni-ki’s new piercing was not just a rebellious addition but a symbol of your shared connection. It was a night filled with sweetness and a touch of daring, perfectly capturing the essence of your relationship.

[incorrectly-quoting-murderdrones]

Weird fanfic I wrote at 1am

Picture a worker drone who’s read way too many trashy fantasy romance novels where the knight saves the princess from the terrifying monster. For comedy’s sake I’m calling them YN.

YN visits Outpost 3 with a caravan of other drones who have come to trade goods with the colony now that it’s safe for them to travel around outside. YN initially came along in hopes of finding the next book in their favorite medieval fantasy series. However, they had another goal in mind.

You see, the entire fight between Uzi and the Solver was no small event. The tremors from the planet were felt all across the globe. Eventually, stories began to spread about murder drones and a tiny worker who ended the evil. Unfortunately, not all of them were completely factual. Warped through word of mouth, YN’s colony had begun hearing rumors about “the tiny worker girl” and “the gigantic murder drone” that had supposedly taken her captive instead of killing her. The stories described the girl as short, smaller than normal workers, and as beautiful as the sunset with intelligence to match. The murder drone, however, was described as being anywhere from 6-8 feet tall with sharp teeth and claws stained black from the oil of his many kills. Supposedly they had first met under the moonlight on a clear evening. The Murder Drone had been planning to eat her, but saw her beauty under the pale moonlight and was immediately enraptured. He instead kidnapped the girl with the plans to make her his monster bride.

As overexaggerated as they were, YN was excited when they heard the rumors. This was just like one of their novels but with the worker girl as the princess and the murder drone as the terrible dragon keeping her captive. All she needed was a knight to slay the dragon and sweep her off her feet into a happily ever after. YN knew fighting a murder drone was a tall order, but where else were they going to get the chance to finally be one of the dashing knights they so revered?

The first thing YN noticed upon arrival to Outpost 3 was the pile of corpses stacked high into the sky. “That must be the dragon’s lair!”-they thought in excitement.

Now YN wasn’t stupid, at least they didn’t think so. They knew unarmed combat with a powerful murder drone was a death sentence. So in anticipation, they made preparations. Snuck along with their luggage, they brought sets of steel plates, each one perfectly tailored to fit their body and protect their vital areas as well as a much bigger, thicker plate with a leather handle that would serve as a shield. However there was something even more special in their stash. YN heard from stories that the fair maiden was incredibly brilliant and quite the engineer, so they thought they’d take a page out of her book in order to impress her. With painstaking trial and error, they had fashioned themselves a sword of untold power. The blade itself was a striking silver, with the sharp ends curving out before extending into a serrated point tipped with the a stinger and a canister of murder drone acid they found while scrounging the night markets for parts. The handle had an elegantly carved wrist guard, jagged and spiked to prevent being grabbed. Finally, after hearing about the murder drones weakness to sunlight, they attached UV lights to the exterior. YN’s sword was their pride and joy and was sure to destroy the dragon!

But right now it was nighttime when the dragon would be at its most active. If they wanted to pull this off, they’d have to crafty and sneaky. Breaking into the spire in the daylight while the beast was asleep would be the smartest option.

While waiting for the Sun to rise, YN took the opportunity to check out Outpost 3. The bunker wasn’t too different from their own, but signs of fighting and claw marks indicated it saw much more battle. Definitely a murder drone.

YN decided to ask around to gather information about the beast and the girl he stole. They need to be sure what she looks like after all! Eventually, YN bumped into a worker girl with wavy greenish blue hair and light blue eyes who introduced herself as Rachel.

When YN recited the legend to her, she had seemed confused at first before suddenly lighting up in recognition. Rachel was all too happy to fill in some of “details” of the tragic kidnapping of the Doorman’s only child: a timid, anxious young woman named Uzi with hair and eyes the color of fresh spring grapes who had sadly been too terrified to run away when the murder drone stole her, killing her best friend and Rachel’s sister Rebecca. Rachel confirmed that she was kept in the beast’s nest way up high in the rafters of the spire where he would do just the most awful things to her. YN almost turned and ran to go immediately find Uzi, but Rachel quickly stopped him.

“Oh and be careful!” She warned, “I’ve heard that that dastardly beast has done something to mind control her. If the poor dear tries to defend herself or the beast, don’t believe her words!”

At those words, YN turned and ran back to their room in the caravans, missing the evil gleam in Rachel’s eyes.

Carefully, YN crept into the den. It was…it was! It was surprisingly homey? A large nest made of blankets and fabrics and anything else soft likely pillaged from nearby apartments spanned the space of the floor. The walls were covered in pictures and childish crayon scribble drawings. Fairy lights, powered by a cable leading who knows where, adorned the ceiling.

In the center of the nest however, was a far less homey sight. There laid a large male murder drone, at least 6 feet in height, clothed in a black trench coat and a pilots’ hat. He was curled around something, clutching it in his grip while blanketing it with his large metal wings.

YN tiptoed around the nest to get a better angle and spotted the his princess! While shockingly alternative for drone that was supposed to be timid and maidenly, she was exceptionally beautiful even if her odd purple-yellow gradient eyes did give them pause. Like the murder drone, she was curled up and asleep.

Poor girl, forced to sleep next to a monster!

YN took a deep breath and readied their sword, prepared to stab the foul dragon as he slept.

YN crept closer to the sleeping beast, but as they shuffled forward, they failed to notice the empty oil can under their foot.

A loud crrnk echoed through the room.

YN’s core started thumping hard as the loud noise startled both drones awake.

YN stood straight and firm as the murder drone got to his feet. Spotting the armored worker, a confused look crossed his visor before he perked up and spoke.

“Oh hi! I’m so sorry, we weren’t expecting any visitors today!”

The beast can talk?!

“My name is N, can I help you with something?”

YN was speechless as their processors tried to decode the fact that the 6’6” hunk of metal made of death and nightmare fuel just greeted him like a welcome houseguest.

YN steeled themselves. Remember the stories! The monster was obviously just playing friendly to catch them off guard so he could eat them!

YN pointed his sword at N, “Foul beast, I have come to end your reign of tyranny and free the precious maiden Uzi from your foul grasp!!”

Unfortunately, N seemed more confused than intimidated.

“Tyranny? Maiden? Is this one of those dragon dungeon games Uzi and Thad keep telling me about?”

“What?! No!!! I’ve come to kill you and rescue the poor worker girl you kidnapped to become your bride!”

N opened his mouth to protest but YN wasn’t about to let a villain monologue. They launched themselves forward, swinging their sword directly at the base of his head. N quickly sidestepped them, switching his hands for claws as he raised them up in caution.

“Woah there Buddy! Are you sure you really want to do this?”

Was that a threat? So the beast finally shows his true colors!

YN growled and kept swiping at the taller drone. Eventually, N was able to catch the blade with his hands and hold it in place.

“You villain! You’re nothing but a monster: killing Rachel’s sister and stealing her best friend to become your wife! I was told of her timid and anxious nature and her gentleness! How could you terrify her like that?! I will avenge Rachel’s sister and bring Uzi home!”

“Who the FUCK are you calling timid and anxious? And what stories?!”

YN turned their head to the female drone, who decided to finally speak up.

“Lady Uzi, I was told the story of the short drone girl who was captured by a tall murder drone beast and-“

“Dude, shut up.” Uzi looked furious. “I was having a nice nap with my N in our nice den when you decided to wake us up with your weirdass medieval roleplay shtick!”

“I-“

“And then you decided to swipe that admittedly badass sword at the love of my life and accuse him of kidnapping me?!”

YN couldn’t believe what they were hearing. The small worker girl, the perfect princess to their story, was acting nothing like the maiden they had imagined! She just cussed them out!

Uzi continued, showing no signs of noticing-or caring about-the confusion writing itself across YN’s visor.

“First off, Bite Me! There’s no way I’d ever let myself get kidnapped to become some random disassembler’s trophy wife! Second off, I killed Rebecca, not N, and she sure as hell was not my friend. Rachel can shove her lies up her—“

At the mention of Rachel, YN remembered something important. Didn’t she say that the beast had mind controlled her?!

“—and thirdly-“

Before Uzi could finish, YN shoved her back towards the entrance with their shield and activated the UV lights on their sword. N howled in pain as the light seared and burned his arms and hands, letting go of the sword. YN acted quickly, severing his leg at the knee and the arm that was about to switch out for a gun.

“Any last words?”

N winced in pain but looked up at them and smirked, “Your stories got it wrong. The big, tall murder drone from your story isn’t the beast.”

“Oh? Then who is?”

N pauses before a massive grin splits his face.

“My wife”

As YN went to swing at his head, violent purple light surrounded their sword and shield, wrenching them out of their hands.

YN quickly turned around.

How could they be so foolish.

That tiny purple worker girl was no pure maiden.

Fleshy wings and a tail with eyes and teeth erupted from her back. Three grotesque fleshy but metallic tentacles shot out next, pinning YN to the wall and stabbing right through their abdomen.

“Wait, please, I didn’t mean—“

Their pleading was cut off as Uzi’s solver ripped their head off. The last thing YN saw was their romantic fantasy turned into horror.

[premiumbitch]

۶ৎ ETHEREAL ENCHANTMENT: THE SOFT, DREAMY BEAUTY OF A FAIRYTALE PRINCESS MANIFESTATION PACK ˙⋆.˚

This is for the lovely person who requested this (@livingmydreamlife5555) and for the people who want to manifest stuff about themselves or script this in their shifting script! this pack is an magical, whimsy, princess-like theme ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ enjoy!

𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃

You exist as if woven from a dream—soft, untouchable, eternally mesmerizing. There is an ethereal glow about you, a golden-hour radiance that clings to your skin like the last kiss of the sun before dusk. You are the moment before waking, when the dream is too beautiful to leave behind, when the world feels suspended in soft light and endless wonder.

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈

To look at you is to remember the fairy tales whispered before sleep—the ones of lost princesses, enchanted castles, and love as delicate as spun sugar. Your beauty is a wistful melody, a lullaby wrapped in silk, something too lovely to belong to this world. Soft curls frame your face like a delicate crown, and your every movement holds a quiet, effortless regality, as though you were sculpted by the hands of magic itself.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓈

There is a dreamlike innocence about you, an unshaken wonder that makes the world feel new. As if you’ve stepped from the pages of an old storybook, your presence fills the air with something delicate, something unreal. You walk as though the ground blooms beneath you, trailing unseen stardust and the scent of soft petals. You are the magic children hope to find in the forest, the warmth of a whispered wish carried on the wind.

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐰 𝐅𝐚𝐰𝐧 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝒾𝑙𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑀𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

You hold the kind of beauty that is both fragile and eternal, like a fawn stepping through dewdrenched fields under the first breath of dawn. Your soft, curious eyes shimmer like a story untold, full of wonder and quiet secrets. There is something untouched about you, something that makes the world hesitate—afraid that if it reaches out, it might disturb the delicate spell that lingers around you like morning mist.

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐬 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

Your beauty is the feeling of wildflowers dancing in a golden meadow, of the first sip of honeyed tea on a soft morning. There is a lightness to you, something gentle and unspoken that lingers in the hearts of those who pass you by. Even the smallest details—your soft lashes, the blush that kisses your cheeks, the warmth in your voice—are enough to make the world feel just a little softer, a little sweeter.

𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓅𝑒 𝒬𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃

There is an unshakable grace in you, a quiet elegance that surpasses time itself. You are the beauty found in forgotten castles, in the hush of twilight, in the first snowfall upon untouched earth. Like a princess lost in time, you hold the kind of softness that makes the heart ache—an enchantment that feels like an old lullaby, a memory of something too precious to fade.

𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓀-𝒱𝑒𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

Your beauty is not just seen—it is felt. It lingers like the scent of roses in the evening air, like the soft glow of candlelight on velvet. People look at you and feel as though they’ve stumbled into a secret garden, a hidden world of golden blossoms and whispered wishes. Even in silence, your presence sings—a melody of softness, sweetness, and an innocence too rare to be forgotten.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲’𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝑀𝒾𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓁𝑒

Little children gaze up at you with wide eyes, asking if you’re a princess. Strangers hesitate before speaking, as if afraid to disturb the dreamlike spell that lingers around you. You are the embodiment of a fairytale’s softest moments—the ones where golden crowns rest lightly on gentle heads, where true love is found in a single glance, where the world slows just enough for magic to unfold.

𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓂

Your heart is as beautiful as your face—gentle, radiant, endlessly kind. You do not hesitate to offer warmth, to extend kindness even to those who do not deserve it. There is a purity to your love, a sweetness that makes others ache to be near you. Even in darkness, you are a light—a glow that never flickers, a warmth that never fades.

𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓎𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝐸𝓃𝒾𝑔𝓂𝒶

You remind people of things they cannot quite place—of fairy wings catching the morning light, of unicorns glimpsed through the trees, of soft melodies carried on the wind. There is a delicate magic within you, something not entirely of this world. Those who meet you cannot help but wonder if you were born from the whispers of an enchanted forest, a creature of beauty too wondrous to be ordinary.

𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒱𝑒𝒾𝓁 𝒪𝒻 𝐹𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓎

Your beauty is the kind that makes people question reality—an ethereal softness, a quiet grace, a dream that never fades upon waking. You do not simply exist; you float, as if the world itself were too harsh to touch you. Even in stillness, you shimmer—something otherworldly, something enchanted, something forever out of reach.

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃’𝓈 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹

There is a celestial glow in your presence, as if the moon herself has cradled you in her silver embrace. Your beauty is something whispered in the language of the stars—soft, luminous, and utterly ethereal. When you move, it’s like the hush of nightfall sweeping over an enchanted world, a melody only the dreamers can hear. You were born to exist in twilight, a vision wrapped in gossamer light, leaving behind a trail of moonbeams and unspoken poetry.

𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒪𝒻 𝐹𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓎

You are a flower kissed by magic, blooming endlessly in a world too dull to contain you. Your beauty is as delicate as the petals of a rose, yet there is an undeniable strength beneath it—a quiet resilience, a soft defiance against the ordinary. When people look at you, they feel as if they have stepped into an old, forgotten fairytale, one where magic lingers in the air and love is always waiting just around the corner.

𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈

Your presence is like twilight—soft, mysterious, endlessly captivating. There is something unreadable about you, a secret written in stardust and hidden between the lines of an unwritten story. People long to understand you, to grasp the gentle mystery in your eyes, but you are always just beyond reach. Like the final golden glow of the sun before nightfall, you are both comforting and fleeting, a whisper of something too beautiful to last.

𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇-𝐸𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔

You move through the world as if untouched by time, a beauty so eternal it feels as if it was carved from the heavens. There is something about you—something that lingers in the minds of those who cross your path, something that makes them question whether they have met you before, in another life, in another dream. You are both past and future, a soul too rare to be confined to the present.

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝒜 𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒

Your smile is the first light of morning after a storm, golden and full of promise. There is a sweetness to you, a warmth that melts through even the coldest hearts. People feel safe around you, as if they have stumbled upon the softest part of the world, a place where love is gentle and dreams are endless. You remind them of childhood wishes, of the belief that magic is real and happiness is always just a heartbeat away.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇

Your mind is a vast, glittering galaxy of knowledge, an endless expanse of curiosity and wonder. There is nothing you do not seek to understand, no mystery you do not long to unravel. And yet, despite the depth of your wisdom, there is a softness to you, a dreamer’s heart that refuses to be weighed down by the world’s heaviness. You are proof that intelligence and imagination can coexist, that the brightest minds are often the most beautifully whimsical.

𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝑅𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒪𝒻 𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇

Your elegance is effortless, a quiet symphony of poise and beauty that leaves others in awe. Every movement you make is deliberate, every glance a masterpiece in itself. You are the embodiment of a waltz under the moonlight, of lace veils and soft-spoken poetry. There is a regal air about you, a grace that cannot be taught—it is simply part of you, woven into the very fabric of your existence.

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓀 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇

Your presence is the softest kind of enchantment, the type that lingers long after you have left. You carry an aura of something rare, something too beautiful to be named. People see you and think of moonlit gardens, of whispered confessions, of silk ribbons floating in the wind. Your beauty is not just in your face—it is in your voice, your words, the way you make others feel as if they, too, are something magical.

𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝐼𝓃 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈

There is an ancient poetry to you, as if your soul was crafted from the words of forgotten legends. Your voice is a lullaby sung to the cosmos, your thoughts a constellation of wisdom and wonder. People listen when you speak, not just because of the intelligence in your words, but because of the magic within them—the way they wrap around the soul like a gentle night breeze, full of quiet truths and infinite beauty.

𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐮𝐬 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒪𝒻 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈

There is something untouchable about you, something that keeps the world at arm’s length even as it longs to draw near. You are the lotus blooming in moonlit waters, the whisper of ancient spells woven into silk. Your beauty is not just enchanting—it is hypnotic, a spell cast with the softest of glances, a charm so effortless that even the stars turn their gaze toward you in quiet admiration.

𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

You exist in a place between reality and fantasy, a world of your own making where everything is softer, sweeter, more beautiful. You bring a touch of wonder to everything you do, a sparkle of childlike joy that reminds others of the magic they have forgotten. People look at you and see something rare, something too lovely to belong to this world alone—you are a dream walking, a fairytale made flesh.

[ladyhoneydee]

Fic Recs - Expanding Hyrule Bingo!

If you're looking for some hot fresh recs that you may not have seen before, boy do I have the post for you!

For the last few days, I have been compiling answers for the @expanding-hyrule TBR Bingo Community Challenge! If this is the first time you're hearing of it, EH is a LoZ fandom project that intends to popularize a tag and create an archive for Original Legends, or LoZ fics, art, etc that create their own version of Hyrule, characters therein, and plot different from the canon games. The Bingo Challenge is a project to get people viewing and talking about more of these stories!

Of course, as a chronic overachiever when it comes to fandom, I got blackout on my bingo card. And because several of the works I counted aren't yet in the Expanding Hyrule Fic Archive, I felt this would be the perfect way to get the word out about even more cool works!

If it has a * asterisk, I had already read or been reading it prior to the announcement of the challenge. If two ** asterisks, I had already read or been reading it prior to discovering EH!

A1 - Recommended by a friend: Cycle of the Stars by @daeyumi

A2 - A genre I don't normally read: The Ritual of Lomei Labyrinth by @pocketseizure **

A3 - Caught up on a work: The Legend of Three by @fablesfables **

A4 - An incomplete project: Mark of a Hero by @amelias-zelda-calamity-quintet **

A5 - I made an Original Legends work: Too Old to Keep by @ladyhoneydee (me) **

B1 - Updated this year: Uneasy Lies the Chosen of Farore by @drsteggy **

B2 - Less than 5000 hits or 500 notes: Hero of the Dunes by @webhead3345 **

B3 - Picked because of the synopsis: Vessels by @ro-blaze **

B4 - A comic: Chained Truths by @mirensiart

B5 - Subscribed to an ongoing work: All That Hurts Us by @karama9 **

C1 - A familiar creator: A Link to the Stars by @abbyz-elda **

C2 - An Original Legends work not in the archives: The inconsistencies of fate by @stinkyguar

C3 - Show Us Your EH TBR: The Hunt by andrhars **, A Link to the Stars: Constellations *, Divine Gemstones by @divine-gemstones, all updates for ULtCoF, THotD, ALttS, AVftD, and CotS since Jan 2

C4 - By a mutual or someone I'd like to be a mutual: The Princess's Heart by @loz-untold-myths **

C5 - Multiple POVs: The Legend of Zelda: A Crossing of Stars by @ixtaek **

D1 - A new favorite: A Voice From the Desert by @avoicefromthedesert *

D2 - A reread: The Conviction to Save by @advocaado **

D3 - A fic: The Promise by @zeldaelmo ** (rated E)

D4 - A genre I love: In the Blood by @zeldaseyebrows ** (rated E)

D5 - Picked because of the title: Linkubus by RoughInTheDiamond * (rated M)

E1 - A compete project: Cherished by @sparklyhyperbole **

E2 - Last updated more than a year ago: Path of the Infinite by @shadow-djinni ** (rated M)

E3 - A new creator: Depth of Darkness by VeeLilu **

E4 - Less than 1000 hits or 100 notes: On My Honor by @pelicanpig **

E5 - Left a review in EH's Story Spotlights: The King's Lament by @transmascgerudo ** (rated E)

If you pick up any of these, I hope you enjoy! They all come with my blessing <3

[mareastrorum]

I'm so sorry if this is not the place for this and I hope I'm not bothering you but the golden goose quote made me realize BH see themselves as Destiny's Children but in reality they are the princesses. This is not another anti or pro god argument I'm not saying this as a negative thing since the princesses weren't malicious they meant well but didn't see any other way of changing things and one could say that BH didn't find a clear solution like Destiny's Children. It's just interesting how similar they are. they have repeatedly said that they want to stop the gods (fairies) from writing their stories.

Spoilers for Dimension 20’s Neverafter to follow.

Not all the Daughters of the Crown were malicious, but Snow White and Rapunzel certainly were. BLM did a good job of portraying the multi-person factions as groups allied in a mutual goal, but each still with unique reasons for wanting it. That’s a lot better than what has happened in C3.

If I were to analogize the various factions from each show to each other, I’d do the following:

The Ruby Vanguard and the Daughters of the Crown: Group of nihilists who would risk complete destruction of the world so long as it means an end to the powers that created them. Any good within the world cannot possibly compare to the cost. Ignorant to the actual manipulators that made use of them, to the point that they don’t even understand the true nature of the conflict until the final confrontation where all zealots are slaughtered, turncoats are nearly killed and have no recourse, and the weak only show up after everything has ended.

The Weave Mind and the Council of Kings: Locally powerful and dominant rulers who are blinded by opportunity and who have a limited understanding of their civilization’s place in the cosmology of their universe. They ally themselves with a distant outsider who promises wealth, power, conquest in exchange for assistance in destroying a common enemy. Not particularly relevant to the story other than the fact that they supported someone else to upend the structure of reality in exchange for the mere opportunity of more land, title, and influence.

Ludinus Da’leth and the Stepmother: Mastermind who has been manipulating numerous factions for the express and sole purpose of destroying their creators. While there is justification for their anger and resentment at the harm caused to them merely as collateral damage, they have acted far beyond what is rational: they devoured untold numbers of innocents, enlisted child soldiers, assisted warmongers and colonists for the sake of distracting their enemies, destroyed civilizations, and accumulated power without any care for the world around them. Morality is a lie told to the world by its leaders, and so there is no action off limits and no cost too great to finally destroy those creators and remake the world without them.

Bell’s Hells and the Gander: Forces of elemental chaos that have grown by consuming power from those that oppose them, obstruct and terrorize other factions for the sheer glee of it rather than any self-interested plan, endure pain and suffering for the sake of being able to inflict it on others, and blame higher powers for making them that way, spiting every potential ally they could have, and eventually deciding to simply be a problem until they get to confront the faction that remains more powerful than them. A fun encounter, but an incredibly boring and unsatisfying perspective to follow compared to most other options.

The problem with Bell’s Hells trying to find a solution is that they don’t need to find a solution. This isn’t Neverafter with authors literally forcing their will on everyone in that universe. The Exandrian Pantheon caged themselves off from mortals specifically to protect mortals from the Betrayers, and the only way to drop the Divine Gate is for all the gods to agree to it. That stalemate already ensures that mortals are safe from the gods. The gods are not a problem that needs solving.

The problem that needs solving is Predathos, and Bell’s Hells have repeatedly, consistently, unequivocally stated that they don’t really care for the gods and don’t really hate them either. It’s not their problem. It’s the problem of religious Exandrians. And for some reason, the story is following Bell’s Hells butting their nose into the others’ business because they feel entitled to make decisions for all the religious people of Exandria despite never asking them what they wanted or otherwise meaningfully engaging with them. They don’t need to be here. The anticolonialism reading of this campaign is infuriating because Bell’s Hells are acting like colonists. They’re using unearned power to force the rest of the world to bend to their will because it feels nice to bask in power over others.

Bell’s Hells aren’t even good villains. They’re the fucking Gander.

[twistedpink]

Here is your meal! Enjoy!

This may be ooc for Vil but I had fun making him hurt....

Warning: dark and angsty

Hanaki disease: the fictional disease of flowers blossoming in the lungs from untold/unrequited feelings that if grown to long with no conclusion or confession/acceptance can result in death by suffocation. Signs of Hanaki include flowers being coughed up or sneezed. In the later stages ...vines grow beneath the skin as the other organs are choked of life within.

It started off like any normal meeting. You babbling about a project, making Grim a main character as always. But it's how you laugh that plants the seed. How your eyes drift to him with mirth that waters the wretched idea his mind tossed aside and into his heart. It's there in fertile soil of the beating thrum of his being that it begins.

Hanaki Vil in denial from the very first petal he coughs into a hankerchief. Him? In love? Nonsense!

Hanaki Vil watching you as you go about your day oblivious to his plight he hides carefully. At least while he can.

Hanaki Vil who goes to doctors and surgeons looking for a way to remove the accursed bushes that are taking over his lungs. His heart rioting against his better judgement as each thought of you waters the roots...digging them deeper into his body. No help can be found for him. The prescription: confess.

Hanaki Vil who considers telling you, but his pride is too much. Why should he, the heart throb of millions with a magic cam account to put the stars in the sky to shame stoop so low as to confess to you? You should be confessing to him!! Surely you desired him....

Hanaki Vil who plans a secret letter of confession hoping it would be enough, his hopes dashed when you never mention said letter, even when he asks if any mail has come to you. He's not subtle but at least he's charming. He wasn't used to dealing with romance so cut him a break.

Hanaki Vil sending gifts of silver and gold, flowers, and whatever else you could desire. Always anonymous, his pride making him hide. The shame he feels burning his cheeks when he glances in his mirror after sending a skin care routine. Please see him! He needs you to see him! You had to know, right?

Hanaki Vil growing desperate as the flowers go from petals to blossoms, full beautiful blooms he carefully plucks from his throat before doing his evening skin care routine that bad become more elaborate to compensate for his body's struggles.

Hanaki Vil looking worse for wear and a few commenting if he's ill. He snaps and leaves for the day, ashamed and desperate. Unlike his normal behavior, unraveling, as fear drips into his mind as the reality of this plague sinks in. Crown askew and face half hidden behind a hand he weeps.

Hanaki Vil having to tell Rook about the situation (not that the hunter already knew long ago. He saw those first petals).

Hanaki Vil avoiding others, locking himself in his quarters as vines began to spread over his skin. A monster... You were destroying him piece by piece. We're you truly so oblivious or cruel? He didn't know.

Hanaki Vil that assumes his time has come, twisted bouquets of those damn flowers situated around his room reminding him of how desperately he needs you. To accept him, to want him, to cherish him. Why? Why? Why wasn't he capable of professing what his quarters clearly told anyone who dared to peer in? Why was he such a proud defiant man who would rather perish then confess? He didn't want to die.....

Hanaki Vil resigning himself to accepting his gentle attempts to woo you have failed. You would never want him. Vil gives up.

Hanaki Vil all but at deaths door when you appear, pale and disheveled, clearly caught in the rain. He'd chatiscize you for it if he had the air to spare. You leaning over him like the sleeping princess of old stories. Seeing him in such a state as this was mortifying and he wanted to sink into his bed. But you whisper to him that he was such an idiot.

Hanaki Vil meeting your gaze with oxygen shot eyes, the purple amythyst color hazy with the red vessels surounding them so bright. The smell of the flowers in the room enough to gag on, yet you remained.

Tell him you want him, tell him you'll save him. He doesn't have any pride left, he's just scared, so close to the edge of nothingness. Tell him you love him back, please. PLEASE....

CUTEEEE!!

[r3n0-5]

A The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time Poem

Oh Great Deku Tree! Of this kid you should take care Through his blood the destiny runs A hero of Hyrule was born

The forest its secret kept Sacred as the friendship that was made She saved nothing but the hope That in the future they’d encounter through the notes

The castle was not far away Slipped through its gates like a child’s game Patiently, the princess spoke To the hero the story untold

Some greed as darkness could be sensed A red-haired man inside the castle grinned Chasing the princess, he did not thought That his time of giving up one day would come

Seven years trapped in a dream Only to see the evil forces had turned the skies gray The desires of old friends lived on With the melodies of the ocarina the princess threw

Traveling time, wishing to save What Hyrule once used to mean Armed with sword, the hero Mounted his horse to retrieve the Triforce back home

Crossing the forest, the fire, and the water, as the masked man said The enemies soon by the Master Sword disappeared And as the hero the temple stood, the sages woke So the mysterious man his face showed

It was the princess who was behind the mask, indeed Revealing what the true nature of the red-haired man would bring At that time, she did not know That Ganondorf himself was there all along

The final battle came without a prelude Fought two times like an adult The hero felt the victory close As clear as the crystal the princess couldn’t escape from

With courage, he and the sages freed The princess and Hyrule from the death Leaving the crumbling castle, they saw The end of Ganondorf as we know it

Childhood is where the sweetest memories remain A link to the past must be made To make this knowledge flow along The cruel times that could be saved by the right chords The castle was not far away Slipped through its gates like a child’s game Patiently, the princess saw The hero save Hyrule once more

[loz-untold-myths]

♡ Untold Myths: Light & Time Event [2025] ♡

Day 4 | Light: Tranquil | Time: Quiet

The tallest hill where the stars fell, which held the pond of lovers, became a meeting place for the hero and the princess— a place to see one another without the prying eyes of the castle’s gossipers or the whispering stones of Kakariko. Gleaming flowers began to sprout from the spot where they picnicked with every passing day, but the days of frequent visits could not last forever. They met there less and less as they grew. As the princess’s seventeenth birthday approached, it became clear to the king and the prince that her knight had become a distraction from the training that kept her and Hyrule alive; and in the days nearing the grand ceremony that came with it. Only in secret would their bond be allowed to stretch deeper than duty.

This is a simpler piece, but I think it's cute. A lot of Satori in this universe are a bit spooky, though I went with the cuter ones (blupees) this time. ^^ Link and Zelda are both around 14 here, and they're at the base of the hill leading up to Lover's Pond (which in this Hyrule is combined with Satori Mountain). I love that this event has let me draw multiple "stages" of these two's bond! Their outfits have been fun, too. :)

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It's not too late to participate if you'd like! This event isn't strict at all. Find more info here! (And everyone else's entries as they're added)!!

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REBLOGGING IS ENCOURAGED, BUT DO NOT REPOST.

[nocturnalfandomdoodles]

Zelda's measuring him for his tunic ^^

[zelinkcommunity]

Zelink Community is highlighting... @nocturnalfandomartist!

"I'm working towards becoming a game designer, but in the meantime I write and draw Zelink! I love making fan-game ideas and sketching them out."

Check out some of their work:

A Dance with Danger... Echoes of Wisdom artwork based on the trailers.

Our Little Secret Telma is going through the motions of running her tavern, as usual, and finds a familiar customer. This familiar customer, however, has brought an unexpected guest… And she just can’t figure them out!

The Princess's Heart (Zelink Week 2024) A fairytale told in Hyrule, set in a forgotten age of the golden queendom. Passed by word of mouth from queen to princess, it is a tale of sacrificial love, hope, and determination.

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[bone-evidence]

AND THE LAST PRUCAN MINIFIC IS FINALLY HERE

@artemiswolfheart I'm so sorry for how long this took, I hope you enjoy anyways :') This is set in the universe for my fic In Between, where Matthew is some flavour of immortal stuck in a house with the German Family's ghosts. And the prompt was, 'You had this planned all along, didn't you?' (Okay turns out this is 1.3k so not exactly mini but whatever it's been months lmao)

Whenever the gloomy manor on the hill came alive, it was usually the most active resident ghost's fault. 

This time was no exception, of course. As Matthew walked the lonely, rat-eaten halls, Gilbert's shade seemed to follow him everywhere. A little gleeful cackle here, arms darker than night wrapping around him there… truth be told, the ghost's apparent mirth was infectious. Matthew found himself smiling more than he could ever remember, giggling when his incorporeal lover apparently tripped over a floorboard. 

"Silly goose," He said with a grin as he offered a hand to one who he could barely feel. "You've got to be careful, Gilly. Wouldn't want you to scrape a knee!"

The memory of the laughter that echoed through the hall was one that Matthew was sure would still make him smile for years to come. 

It wasn't just Gilbert himself who seemed to be in high spirits. For the first time in a long time, perhaps ever, Matthew heard joyful music coming from the room upstairs he dare not go into. Musicman, the one who guarded that room like a jealous lover, had apparently decided that now was the time to pick up his violin and begin to play again. Matthew knew he couldn't go in. He didn't fancy getting the breath knocked out of him again, after all. But he figured perhaps it wouldn't be a crime to sit outside the door and listen for a while. Maybe Musicman would appreciate his audience of one. 

As the days wore on, Matthew couldn't help but notice that the house itself seemed… different. He'd been here for many, many untold years, wandering it's halls like a ghost yet not being allowed to join the dead. Of the places he frequented, he knew every corner, nook and cranny. He was very familiar with the dourness that seemed to emanate from the rotting walls. Yet now, when the sun decided to show it's face, he noticed beams of it hitting in places he'd never noticed before. Pillars of light, all streaming in from the windows in the hallway to the library, all pointing towards it and the gold framed painting of Gilbert that hung up beside the door… hm. Matthew was pretty sure there was no way Gilbert could have made this happen. He was just a ghost, after all. But something in his heart took this as a sign. 

When he approached the library later that night for his daily reading with his spectral love, he could feel a certain electricity in the air. 

He pushed open the door to the grand library, ready to either select a book or have one thrown at him, then settle on the chair that was still somehow comfortable. He was ready to read aloud for however long Gilbert would listen. That was their routine, after all. 

It seemed Gilbert had enough of routine for one day. 

Matthew pushed open the door and found not just one book on the floor. No, there seemed to be a trail of them, leading well past his chair and into the deeper recesses of the library. That was certainly out of the ordinary, wasn't it? Curious, Matthew followed the trail. He walked past books with knights and princesses on the covers, past books detailing bird species and migration habits from over a century ago, and books about wars that had nearly been forgotten now. He walked until he came upon a door he'd never seen before in all his years of being in the library. 

This is where the trail stopped. 

It was times like these that Matthew sorely wished he had a map of the house. He opened the plain wooden door to reveal a hallway shrouded in darkness, with light coming from under the door that was apparently at the other side. That was strange in and of itself. Light in this house only existed either because Matthew found a spare box of matches, or because a certain someone decided to light his way. 

That certain someone must have noticed his apprehension. The hair at the back of Matthew's neck stood up as something cold brushed past it. He just barely felt a hand tugging at his own, beckoning him to go down the hall and towards the unknown. 

"Bitte… liebling…"

Well… Gilbert had never led him astray before, right? Matthew took a deep breath, made sure the door was propped open with a gigantic tome about Roman Architecture, and breached the blackness ahead of him. 

Now, Matthew wasn't scared of the dark, necessarily. The halls of this house were ever dim, ever lit by a handful of candles who's meager flames cast shadows over everything that he'd rather not look at. He was more afraid of the dark he was unfamiliar with. And this hall, one that had laid dormant probably since the occupants of the house were alive, was unfamiliar indeed. Were it not for the hand in his own, the unseen guiding him through the unseen, he might very well have turned back. 

When the door opened for him at the other end, he was very glad that he hadn't. He would have missed out on the most wonderful thing the house had offered him yet. 

Before him, lit by enough candles to be a major fire hazard, was an impressive ballroom. Here, time had been much kinder, it seemed. The wooden floor was still intact, untouched by the whims of rot and ruin. The domed ceiling soared to what seemed like an impossible height, given the rest of the building. Matthew wondered how he'd never noticed it. Then again, when was the last time he'd actually left the house to see?   

The grandest sight of all, however, waited for him in the middle of the dance floor. Matthew had only ever seen Gilbert as a dark shadow, the briefest flash of a toothy grin, a feeling of something playful and wonderful near him. He only knew what the man looked like from the painting hung up by the library. 

Yet there he was, fully visible (if translucent). His shock of white hair, his poppy-red eyes, the clothes of an officer or a general or someone important in a military now made entirely of ghosts… He was here. Smiling so softly at Matthew. Holding his hand out, waiting for Matthew to pick his jaw up off the floor and come closer. 

"Not… much time…"  He said. His accent was incredibly thick, like these were the first words in English he'd ever spoken. "Dance… me?"

Who was Matthew to deny such a request? 

He fought back tears as he practically ran over to his handsome soldier. All these years he wished so badly that he could see those beautiful eyes gazing at him so fondly, those thin, scarred lips with a lopsided grin only for him… if this were a dream, Matthew never wanted to wake up. He took the hand that was offered to him and choked down a sob as he did. He could actually feel it. There was no pulse, no warmth, but it felt tangible enough. He let Gilbert get them both into position, let the man put a cold hand on his hip, and then bent down to kiss his cold cheek. 

"You had this planned all along, didn't you?" Matthew whispered through tears. 

He didn't get a reply at first. Gilbert, now smirking, nodded to the dark shadow of the musician who haunted the corner of the room. A beautiful strain of violin music emanated from that corner and filled the ballroom with a waltz originally meant for many; now only played for two. 

"Ich liebe dich… Engel…" Gilbert breathed as he began to lead. 

Matthew wasn't sure how long this would last, how long he had to feel his spectral lover's arms around him and see his handsome face like this. He wasn't sure if he would ever get this chance again. He couldn't say anything back for fear of completely breaking down. But he hoped, as he kissed cold lips that eagerly returned it, his answer was clear. 

I love you too, Gilbert. Thank you. 

[choccy-zefirka]

It's a common theme for my Emmrook ships that they bond through a silly hobby that Rook has and hides out of embarrassment, only for someone from the inner circle (usually Emmrich) to discover it and support them; or a silly hobby that Rook does not hide but might not always be taken seriously for, persisting regardless and infecting Emmrich with their enthusiasm.

Specifically:

Evaraas Mercar writes crime serials and submits them anonymously to a Tevinter paper. They are very shy and secretive about this side of themself, until Neve puts two and two together and presents her findings to the book club, and Emmrich realizes that Evaraas has based a character on him. I have written a whole fic about it!

Hjördis Laidir has a flair for the theatrics, specifically dramatic storytelling with magical effects. She takes advantage of camping out in the Fade to put on elaborate shows with spirit actors and illusory backdrops, often featuring parodies of the villains the team once encountered. Other shows are recreations of her escapades with the Lords of Fortune. She does not force anyone to be in the audience, but Manfred and Spite are both delighted to watch, in their own way, as is Bellara. Emmrich, for his own part, is utterly giddy to be swept off in a world of adventure, like an enchanted princess on Hjördis' magic carpet ride. After learning the truth about Varric, Hjördis grows ashamed of her storytelling antics, because she will never measure up to Varric's legacy, but her companions reassure her otherwise.

(She also likes playing board games with Johanna's skull, though she cares more about Rule of Cool than about dice rolls. I don't think Johanna minds, as you can hardly go more Rule of Cool than turning into a giant skeleton).

Sataa Mercar was raised by her overprotective adoptive parents as a very sheltered, airy fairy maiden, learning all the elegant arts like embroidery and music. Later, after running away to join the Shadow Dragons and seeing the true horrors and corruption of Tevinter, she swears off her "frivolous" hobbies as a vestige of her past life. Yet the music room at the Lighthouse beckons her, and eventually, she reveals this terrible secret to Emmrich (at the time, she is not as close to him as to some of her other companions, so it feels less painful to disappoint him). Yet he insists that there is a place for beauty and hope even in a dark, blighted world.

Da'Adahl Laidir is a former Sentinel who stumbled upon a group of treasure hunters in an elven ruin and ended up joining them to see more of the modern world. Like Sataa, she is spreading her wings and discovering herself after a sheltered youth, only in reverse: her mentors, Abelas in particular, insisted that the Thedas of today is a decaying husk, innately grim and filled with untold dangers. Yet she is absolutely delighted to discover all the little things that make everyday people smile. You could say that her hobby is cultural studies, and she is very passionate about it, to the point of being annoying, but thankfully, she has her Yapper Squad (Bellara and Emmrich).

Beata Ingellvar is into fashion and makeup, and also paints a little. Since she favors a flowery pastel aesthetic, with a lot of pink and sunrise hues, and is a gorgeous petite dwarfette with an hourglass figure to boot, many people assume she is too stupid for the serious and important pursuits of a Mourn Watcher. Nonetheless, she asserts herself with spunk and confidence, and Emmrich is there to cheer her on through very rare slips into self-doubt.

Lenore Aldwir has always liked alchemy, and while her hobby was recognized as valuable by the various groups she joined — first the Agents of Fen'Harel, then the Veiljumpers — she never actually *talked* to anyone about it, because past bullying for her appearance has made her withdrawn and guarded, and because some people assume, looking upon her with a mix of fatphobia and ableism, that she is some kind of "not all there" savant and can't actually talk like a "normal person". She has resigned to being dismissed as a stupid, weird creature skulking in the background while normal people live their lives, and rarely speaks up even among her companions. Assan and Manfred are a different story; they will never judge her, and she often rambles to them about the formulas she's mixing while they watch her work. One day, Emmrich comes looking for Manfred and finds him listening, enraptured, to one of Lenore's alchemy lectures. She is mortified, because Emmrich is an actual academic and she is self-taught, and swears she did not mean to disrupt Manfred's studies and steal him away... But her fate is sealed. Emmrich is officially in love.

Vashkost Thorne is a cheery, larger-than-life Grey Warden whom Evka and Antoine rescued from a Tal-Vashoth cult that was trying to achieve ultimate strength by drinking darkspawn blood (not unlike the Antaam would soon do under Ghilan'nain's guidance). A lot about her is inspired by Karlach — the one broken horn, the unrelenting friendliness, the boundless optimism born out of living on borrowed time, the occasional bursts of righteous anger — so her silly little hobby is making plushies, in honor of Clive! I hc that she kisses both Emmrich and Bellara, who get soft, handcrafted gifts. (Manfred gets a teddy bear that's almost as big as he is).

Otrera Aldwir is a Veiljumper for gameplay reasons, but her "true origin" is a former agent of the Inquisition. Harding took her under her wing when, 10 years ago, Otrera was exiled to the surface from Orzammar for catching a glimpse of the sun through the crack caused by the tremors in Descent. Originally, though, Otrera was a very dedicated young member of the Warrior Caste, and trained ardently to protect her city. A cousin of hers was a Silent Sister, and Otrera would often follow her around, acting as her sign language interpreter. This instilled a love of translation and interpreting in her, though right now, she does not allow herself to have hobbies, because whenever she finds a cause to follow, she throws herself all-in, without a moment of rest and reflection. Somebody make her put her sword down and read a nice book of translated dwarven poems or something.

The last two Emmrich kissers without a silly little hobby are Vitaar Laidir, a deliberately crude pirate who secretly longs to be loved (and recently discovered that the Fade shenanigans are turning her into a mage), and Araña de Riva, a mournful and brooding half-elf, half-Qunari assassin who was picked up by the Crows off the streets, where she was doing gymnast and contortionist tricks to earn some coin. I suppose acrobatics/parkour could be her silly little hobby, but she's come associate it too much with her job (which she hates).

Any ideas? :D Assuming you've read thus far.