#various accessorial features

[smileythirteen]

thinking about link post-calamity finding comfort in hanging out in gerudo town in his disguise because nobody knows who he is there. instead of being Link, the Hero of Hyrule, he’s just Link, the quirky little hylian vai who runs around buying all the fruit and arrows and keeps trying to convince furosa to finally let her order a noble pursuit from the canteen. but he also surprisingly finds comfort in wearing his lil outfit for other reasons…

[pocketseizure]

Designer’s Note: One of our initial plans was for Yona to be swordswoman. Once we settled on the scenario of Yona being married to Sidon, however, we naturally began to adjust her design to reflect her position as a queen who would share the responsibility of protecting Zora’s Domain. We wanted Yona and Sidon to complement each other’s appeal while giving the player a sense of them being well-matched as a married couple.

After debating on how to differentiate her from Mipha, we decided to give Yona a flat, stingray-shaped head like Muzu. As we went through various sketches, Yona’s catlike grin emerged as her best feature, and we like to think her smile imbues her face with charm and individuality.

By the way, Yona came from a different town with two other Zora. Did everyone notice the difference in their clothing and accessories?

[ddarker-dreams]

What Remains Unspoken.

Yan Chrollo x F Reader x Yan Feitan

Warnings: Yandere themes & unhealthy relationships. Word count: 2.2k.

If there’s anywhere Feitan looks out of his element, it’s in the sun. 

The celestial object serves as his antitheses — warm, bright, and inviting. Given his pallid countenance, he must agree. On the rare occasions you can go outside, he keeps to the shadows, whose darkness could never match the depravity festering inside his rotten soul. You believe night itself would flee from him if it knew a fraction of his crimes. 

When you first saw him enter direct sunlight, a certain superstition overtook you, triumphing over reason. You observed with tentative expectation, waiting for something to happen, whatever that something may be. For his skin to break out into blisters, flesh to sizzle, and howls of agony to dominate the air as he disintegrated into a pile of ash; in short, a demise befitting a monster like himself. Regrettably, this didn’t happen. Disappointment weighed heavy on your chest when he went on his merry way. 

Presently, he stands hidden amidst a cluster of trees, acting every bit the fairytale ghoul your overactive imagination wished him to be. Through the branches' interstices, light speckles his dark outerwear. It’s a hot, balmy day, though evening’s arrival soothes the worst of the heat. 

Unlike him, you’re dressed for the weather. This morning, upon leaving your shower, you found the comfortable clothes you picked out beforehand ‘mysteriously’ replaced. A short, light blue dress featuring a sweetheart neckline and spaghetti straps laid there instead. That wasn’t all. Jewelry, heels, and other various accessories were tossed haphazardly alongside it, like you’d been undecided on what to wear before a first date. Except you hadn’t been the one to get everything out. Feitan was. Prior to that, he never took any interest in what you wore. 

No, that attribute belongs to another, whose memory fills you with sickening dread. 

You sit at a wooden picnic table, examining the park’s abundant foliage. There’s little else for you to do. Feitan’s yet to give any indication as to why you’re here. Typically, his modus operandi consists of stashing you far away from the public’s purview. From time to time, you’ll travel elsewhere, always using methods that limit your potential interactions with others. This part of the park may be less populated, but hikers and families can still stroll by. You take care not to draw attention to yourself when they do. 

Sighing, you stand, fully aware of the eyes monitoring you in the distance. Unsure of what else to do, you approach the last place you spotted Feitan. He says nothing as you approach. You hug yourself, almost regretting your decision to seek him out. By giving you no parameters to work with, you’re left constantly second-guessing yourself, fearing that you’ve broken some unspoken rule. Standing by his side feels like a safer bet than risking a stranger coming over to strike up a conversation. 

“Bored?” Feitan asks. 

You freeze, thinking over your next words with care. If he believes this little outing is a ‘privilege’, you doubt he’d appreciate you maligning it. Then again, he’s suggested creative punishments for your tongue whenever it’s formed a lie. Considering this, you decide it’s best to redirect the conversation. 

“I’m just wondering if there’s anything I should be doing,” you say. When he raises a thin eyebrow, you hastily add, “Sorry, I mean—” 

He flicks your forehead, silencing you. 

“So nervous,” he croons. “Like little rabbit.” 

Irritation bubbles up inside your chest, like a geyser ready to erupt. You want to scoff, as king why he thinks that is, but the provocation goes unchallenged. He isn’t wrong, per se. Every snap of a twig or distant conversation the wind carries instills unease. Endless grisly possibilities swarm your mind. All it could take is a greeting, wave, hell, even a look for Feitan to decide that person’s committed the ultimate transgression. 

Suddenly, this preoccupation flees your mind.

Shivers erupt all over your body. Your breathing halts, as do all other forms of movement. The five senses that categorize and make sense of the world recede, like the shoreline moments before a tsunami. What remains eclipses common sense. It’s this unprovable premonition, a whisper amidst the universe’s chaotic chorus few can ever hear. No tangible stimuli support this phenomenon. You’d believe yourself temporarily mad, if not for one damning detail. 

You’ve felt this before. 

The time you’d been found after your first (and only) escape. 

After a well-meaning Hunter pried you from the shackles of captivity, for less than a minute. 

Then, at the height of your hubris, when you yelled that your first love would be your last. 

The intensity honed to a fine point. It pierced through you like a gunshot, so visceral that you’d check yourself for signs of the wound. You never found anything. You think it was how your brain wanted to make sense of the unknown, mistaking the force of concentrated emotion for a flesh wound. This extremity wasn’t kind, but it wasn’t malevolent either; it was oppressive. Heavy, carnal. A starved beast prowling toward cornered prey. 

When you’d been subjected to this, the subjugator always spoke some variation of— 

“—Apologies. My control waned there, for a moment… but can you blame me?” 

Someone’s touching you. Someone’s cupping your face in their hands, devouring each detail of your being, and Feitan’s letting them. You stumble back, only to be caught. The hands holding you in place are larger than Feitan’s. Warmer too, a little less calloused, though no less stained in oceans of blood. If Feitan’s eyes are knife-like, trying to stab through your skull for any hint at your inner thoughts, then these eyes are calm. Calculating in a way that makes you feel small. 

“You’re lovelier than I remember,” the man murmurs. A breeze passes through, displacing your hair, which he tucks back into place. His lips twitch upward, indicating amusement. “What? Did you believe you’d ridden yourself of me?” 

Despite your reverie, you shake your head. The man before you — Chrollo Lucilfer — smiles. It’s deceptively soft. Had you not known him better, you’d think the fondness he currently regards you with as warm; the gentle flames of a hearth. There are tells that reveal another story. His grip varies in strength as he’s reminded of how delicate you are, indicating a lack of his usual ‘mindfulness.’ You both know he’s putting on a front of normalcy, yet the charade is rarely this lackluster. He descended upon you faster than the human eye could comprehend. There’d been no casual stride, just an impulse to have you as immediately as physics would allow. His pupils are dilated and his cheeks slightly flushed, like you were a substance to get drunk off of. 

The embrace he pulls you into is tight enough to make you squeak. 

You expect him to rile you up, whispering teasing words into your ear, yet he’s silent. Unusually so. He buries his face into the crook of your exposed neck, breathing you in, holding you close. Any pretense of cordiality is dropped as he acts like the greedy man he truly is. This neediness is reminiscent of a child reunited with their lost, favorite toy. 

The unsettling intimacy doesn’t last for long. 

Chrollo releases you from his grasp. The relief is fleeting, as you’re acutely aware of Feitan’s presence. He’s stationed not far behind you, watching the scene in silence. The sadistic man’s capacity to share fully eluded your understanding. From what you can remember, Chrollo’s more willing to discuss their past, but solely on his terms. He’s never explained why Feitan is the way he is, or how he views you. 

“He’s fond of you, in his own way,” is the most you got out of Chrollo, during a late-night talk. “He’s just shy.” 

“It’s good to see you again, Fei,” Chrollo greets. 

Feitan nods — his way of returning the sentiment, you reckon. In Chrollo’s absence, you’ve learned to interpret his behavior to minimize friction. The deference he has for Chrollo is subtle yet undeniable. Others might misinterpret Feitan’s silence as indifference, but you know better. In Chrollo’s presence, he straightens his posture, giving him rapt attention. He follows any order given by his boss. 

Especially those regarding you. 

Ever since that fateful September, Feitan went from a background character in your life to the lead role. He didn’t reveal much, just that you wouldn’t see ‘the boss’ anytime soon, as he needed to ‘fix things.’ York New was a sore subject that you rarely broached. Nearly ten months have passed since you’ve last seen Chrollo. Physically, he’s the same. There are bandages wrapped around his forehead, covering his forehead tattoo. He’s wearing his teal earrings, dark jeans, and a gray v-neck. 

Seeing him now, it’s almost like nothing’s changed. 

Almost. 

“Lost in thought, love?” Chrollo wonders. 

Blinking rapidly, you realize they’re both staring at you, awaiting an answer. 

“You’re… you’re back,” is your genius observation.

“I am.” 

“You were… um… gone,” you fiddle with your fingers, “For a long time.” 

“I was,” he agrees with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. You see dark circles forming beneath them. “This entire affair has proven itself tedious. No matter. In a few short days, it’ll all be over.” 

“There’s more to take care of?” 

He hums, the sound low and somehow eerie. “You could put it that way. Originally, I was going to wait until after I evened one last score to see you, but impatience got the best of me.” 

“Ah,” you shift your weight from foot to foot. “That explains it, then.” 

“Explains what, dear?” 

“You seem, I don’t know… off? Creepy to the second power? Cubed?” 

Chrollo gives you a blank stare. Feitan’s hissing something about how you ‘talk too much,’ his displeasure evident. It dawns on you then that you haven’t interacted with Chrollo in so long, it’s possible his tolerance for your nonsense isn’t what it once was. Especially considering the state he’s in now. Regret churns your insides as silence fills the air, thickening it like smoke. You think to apologize, only to recall their dislike for insincerity. Feitan never wanted apologies, whereas Chrollo accepted them if proven genuine through a rigorous process. 

You wince at the sound Chrollo muffles behind his hand. 

Then, much to your disbelief, it evolves into a chuckle. 

His shoulders tremble as his eyes turn crescent-shaped, gleaming with mirth. He shakes his head and clears his throat. After a few seconds, he regains control of himself, though his posture is less rigid. This visage aligns better with your memories of him. He liked pretending he was ordinary — almost as much as you liked pretending to believe him. 

Feitan clicks his tongue. “This girl… always says. Never thinks.” 

“You must admit, it’s a cute habit,” Chrollo says.

To this, Feitan mutters a phrase in his native language, turning his gaze away from you. 

You cross your arms over your chest. They both had an irritating tendency to talk about you like you weren’t present, a pet peeve you hadn’t had to deal with in a while. The candidness they displayed made you wonder what they spoke about when you weren’t around. A pandora’s box best left unopened, surely. 

Chrollo pries one of your hands free to hold in his own. “Words cannot convey how much I missed you."

He follows this admission up by kissing the back of your hand.

“... I can’t stick around much longer, I’m afraid,” he murmurs. “Bear with me a while longer.” 

Another chaste kiss. After allowing his lips to linger on your skin a while longer, he relinquishes his grip, tucking his hands into his pockets to deter him from further indulgence. 

Unexpectedly, it’s Feitan who shifts the topic. 

“Boss,” he speaks, now lurking by your side. “She watch the fight?” 

Furrowing your eyebrows, you glance between them, thrown off by the cryptic language. Truthfully, you don’t want to know about whatever it is Chrollo has to do. From what you can glean, it’s likely to involve people getting hurt or dying. You’ve learned the best way to keep your conscience clean is to remain ignorant. If you press on certain issues, Feitan will gleefully overshare gritty details you could’ve gone without. 

His response is swift and firm. “No, not this one.” 

“... That bad?” Feitan asks. When all Chrollo does is smile, he adds, “Heh. Poor clown.” 

Chrollo’s phone vibrates in his pocket. Upon reading the caller’s name, he steps away. “Keep an eye on her for me a while longer, Fei.” 

The aforementioned man grunts. 

Chrollo spares you a long, final look. 

His lips part, as if he intends to say something, before they shut. Inquisitive, you tilt your head, not used to him hesitating. He’s always projected this self-assured image — untouchable, near omnipotent. Flaws don’t suit him. There's this invisible screen that separates you from men like him and Feitan. Their access to abilities beyond comprehension elevates them, setting them apart..

You prefer it that way. Categorizing them as 'others' is easier than reconciling the fact their more human than infernal.

Eventually, he gives you an unusually reserved smile. 

"After everything's over, I'll find you."

[hmmarble]

HMMARBLEDESİGN - DRAGON+ (4)

Transforming your bathroom into a luxurious retreat doesn't have to be daunting, especially with the timeless elegance of black marble. The deep, rich tones of black marble not only exude sophistication but also create a striking contrast that can elevate any space. In this blog post, we will explore the allure of a black marble bathroom, highlighting how this dramatic feature can infuse modern elegance into your home.

Black Marble Bathroom

The black marble bathroom is a stunning choice for those looking to create a sophisticated and luxurious space. This bold design element can transform an ordinary bathroom into an exquisite sanctuary. The rich tones and unique veining of black marble bring an air of elegance and style that is both timeless and contemporary.

When incorporating black marble into your bathroom, consider options such as black marble countertops, vanity tops, and even accent walls. The contrast against lighter colors can create a striking and dramatic effect, making your space feel more expansive and well-defined.

One of the key benefits of a black marble bathroom is its versatility. It pairs beautifully with a variety of materials, such as brushed gold or chrome fixtures, and complements different color palettes, from soft whites to vibrant jewel tones. This adaptability allows homeowners to personalize their space while maintaining a cohesive look.

There are various finishes available for black marble, each offering a unique aesthetic. A polished finish provides a sleek, glossy surface that reflects light beautifully, while a honed finish delivers a more understated, matte look that can soften the overall appearance of the bathroom.

Lighting plays a crucial role in showcasing the beauty of a black marble bathroom. Consider installing ambient lighting to highlight the natural veins and texture of the black marble. Additionally, task lighting around mirrors can enhance visibility and add warmth to the space.

To add depth and interest, incorporate other design elements that create contrast and texture. For example, pairing black marble with wooden accents can create a warm and inviting atmosphere. Textiles such as plush towels and bath mats in lighter shades can also soften the overall look.

With its rich aesthetic and timeless appeal, a black marble bathroom is more than just a design choice; it’s an opportunity to create a luxurious retreat in your home. Whether you’re planning a complete renovation or simply looking to refresh your existing space, integrating black marble can elevate your bathroom to new heights.

Modern Marble Bathroom

When it comes to designing a modern marble bathroom, the emphasis is on clean lines, minimalistic features, and the striking appeal of marble. This luxurious stone, often associated with opulence, can elevate your bathroom space into a sanctuary of relaxation.

One of the defining characteristics of a modern marble bathroom is the color palette. While many opt for classic whites and creams, darker shades like black or gray marble create a bold statement. Black marble, with its rich depth and unique veining, can transform traditional notions of bathroom design, making it a chic and contemporary choice.

A key feature in a modern marble bathroom is the seamless integration of marble into various elements, from countertops to flooring. Large format tiles have become increasingly popular, creating a sense of space and continuity. Pairing these tiles with elegant fixtures and understated accessories enhances the overall aesthetic without detracting from the beauty of the marble.

Vanities in a modern marble bathroom often showcase the stone’s natural patterns, turning functional furniture into a visual centerpiece. Choosing sleek hardware and soft-close drawers can maintain a streamlined look, while integrated lighting adds warmth and sophistication.

For those seeking to add a touch of personality, consider incorporating wood elements or contrasting materials like glass. These choices balance the heaviness of marble with lightness, making the bathroom feel both inviting and serene.

Incorporating plants or greenery can breathe life into the cool, polished surfaces of a modern marble bathroom. Strategic placement of greenery not only adds color but also promotes a calming environment.

Lastly, don’t forget about the practicality of maintaining your modern marble bathroom. While marble is undeniably glamorous, it requires regular sealing and care to keep it in pristine condition. Choosing the right products for cleaning and maintenance will ensure your marble retains its beauty for years to come.

Bathroom Marble Design

When it comes to creating a luxurious and sophisticated space, bathroom marble design stands out as an exceptional choice. Marble is known for its timeless beauty, variety, and ability to elevate the overall aesthetic of any bathroom. In this section, we will explore some key elements and ideas related to bathroom marble design.

Choosing the Right Marble

One of the first steps in bathroom marble design is selecting the right type of marble. From classic white Carrara to striking black marquina, the options are abundant. Each type of marble comes with its unique veining and color variations, allowing you to match the marble to your personal style. Consider how different marbles will interact with your bathroom's lighting and the overall color scheme to create the desired atmosphere.

Incorporating Patterns

Another exciting aspect of bathroom marble design is the ability to incorporate patterns. Marble can be cut and laid out in various patterns like herringbone, checkerboard, or even geometric shapes. These designs can add depth and interest to your bathroom, making it feel more dynamic and stylish.

Combining with Other Materials

To enhance your bathroom marble design, consider combining marble with other materials. Pairing marble with warm woods, sleek metals, or even vibrant tiles can create an intriguing contrast and elevate the space further. This combination can help to soften the look of marble, making it feel more inviting and less formal.

Accent Features

Incorporating marble accent features like vanity tops, shower surrounds, or even marble sinks can transform a standard bathroom into a luxurious retreat. These elements become focal points in the design, drawing attention and admiration. For a truly unique touch, consider custom marble pieces that reflect your style.

Maintenance and Care

While the beauty of marble is undeniable, it's important to consider its maintenance. Proper care, including regular sealing and careful cleaning, will keep your bathroom marble design looking pristine. Avoid harsh chemicals that can damage the stone, and always use coasters or mats to prevent stains and scratches.

In summary, bathroom marble design offers a wealth of possibilities to create a stunning and elegant space. With the right choices and careful planning, you can achieve a bathroom that embodies luxury and style.

[phoebejaysims]

Boutique Mod - WIP

A peek at my latest project—my interpretation of the sims 2 shopping for clothes system, complete with animations I have pilfered and converted from TS4 and various concepts I nabbed from here and there.

I'm at the point of the project where I've forgotten why I originally wanted to make it but alas, the show must go on!

This mod is as much for the business side of running a clothes store as it is the customer side.

However, once you've set things up, the shop should be able to run itself in your absence (so you can be as micromanagy, or as non-micromanagy as you wish).

As well as buying outfits using clothes racks, I remixed the ITF Clothing Pedestal and made my own variation of that too. Plus, I added a way to buy accessories from their own rack, so you have multiple ways to dress your sims up.

While not pictured, @dhalsims kindly converted the ITF clothes rack so I could use it in this mod. One cool thing about the clothes racks is that they'll actually get emptier as the stock goes down!

The closer I get to release, the more ideas for additions I have, but I'm finally at the stage where I'm polishing up the existing features!

The next time I make a post about this mod, it'll probably be on release so please look forward to that! I have a lot of documentation to write :P

Until then!

[niteshade925]

April 13, Xi'an, China, Shaanxi Archaeology Museum/陕西考古博物馆 (Part 2 - Shang and Zhou dynasty):

A 1:1 replica of a Warring States period (476 - 221 BC) horse chariot that was unearthed in an ancient tomb in Gansu province. The original artifact was made of lacquered wood, decorated with gold, silver, bronze, turquoise, and other semi-precious stones; it's basically the "Lamborghini" of its time. This replica was just sitting in the hallway in between exhibition halls, and it's very big:

Another one of my favorites, which is also one of the stars of the museum. These are called xizun/牺尊, which are animal-shaped bronze wine vessels (notice the lid on its back). This particular pair is "deer-shaped", but also has patterns on the sides that look like bird wings and paws that look like those of predators. Ugh they are so cute...🥺

A Western Zhou dynasty (1046 - 771 BC) "lunch box" made of bronze, called a luxu/录盨. It was found inside of a Western Han dynasty (202 BC - 8 AD) tomb, indicating that even Chinese people from 2000 years ago had an interest in collecting artifacts from earlier times

More bronze food/wine vessels from Shang dynasty (1600 - 1046 BC) and Zhou dynasty (1046 - 256 BC). Top one is called a gui/簋, bottom left is a gu/觚, and bottom right is a jue/爵. The tall-footed wine vessels can be used to warm up wine before drinking, by heating it with a small flame placed between the feet.

This is what a complete set of bronze vessels from Shang/Zhou dynasties looks like. This particular set, called "fanjin and thirteen vessels"/柉禁十三器 (translated as "Altar Set") is currently at the Met. This diagram below gives the name of each vessel:

Bronze chariot decorations with turquoise inlays. The bronze would have looked golden back then

A little bronze dragon. Cute.

Late Western Zhou dynasty pendant made of jade and agate beads called a yupei/玉佩, and from what I can gather, this one should be part of a necklace, which would be one heavy necklace indeed. I feel like a lighter modern replica might go well with sweaters though:

Left: necklaces, bracelets, and armlets from Spring and Autumn period (770 - 476 BC). Right: another jade and agate yupei from Spring and Autumn period, but this one was probably supposed to be hung from the waist.

This one is known as the Rui Gong ding/芮公鼎 or "Cauldron of Duke Rui", which is a bronze tripod ritual vessel (known as ding/鼎). It is inscribed with the text "内(芮)公乍(作)铸口宫宝鼎，万年子孙永宝用", which roughly translates as "Duke Rui cast this treasured ding, may his descendants use it for ten thousand years to come".

More bronze vessels. The top two are ding/鼎 vessels. Sidenote: notice the right one......does it look familiar? I'm pretty sure the rectangular ding is one of the inspirations for the design of TotK's temple of time. Also note the design patterns...I'm fairly certain these are the inspiration for TotK's aesthetics. TotK's Zonai script is also clearly inspired by Seal script/篆书 (I do want to make a post on this but my hands are pretty full atm)

Gold decorations on accessories:

An (incomplete?) bianzhong/编钟 (bronze bell set) and bianqing/编磬 set. The pentagonal stone chimes on the bottom are part of the bianqing.

A paper that studied the oldest face cream found in China (link to the article on Nature for those who have access).

Wadang/瓦当 (decorative roof edges) from Warring States period featuring various animals and mythical creatures, and their moulds:

[withloveajaxx]

forgetting your wallet

𓂅 genre: childe, diluc, zhongli, xiao x gn! reader

𓂅 warnings: none

𓂅 summary: how they react when you go shopping and tell then you forgot your wallet

𓂅 note: eyyy it's rich boys ft. zhongli n xiao 😎 anyways as you can see below,,, there's going to be other version of this fic featuring different fandoms/characters i've been thinking about writing for for a while now!! i hope it won't be weird seeing me post something other than genshin content 💀 if you think i should make separate blogs for separate fandoms just lmk hehe. ALSO!! got inspo from those couple vids of "telling my bf i forgot my wallet" trend on tiktok :"D. OKAY ENOUGH OF MY RAMBLING PLS ENJOY THIS FIC N HAVE A GREAT DAY MWAH 🫶

[VALORANT VER.] [HAIKYUU!! VER.]

CHILDE

literally offended™️ like what? what do you mean you expected him to let you pay for shit?

the moment you enter a clothing store, he's looking at you with a completely lovesick gaze, watching as you scan through the various clothing items.

willingly holds the shopping basket for you as you pick out an item or two, turning them to check their prices.

he sees you reach in your bag, eventually frowning and putting the items back. he's confused at first, catching your wrist before you can hang the clothes back on the rack.

"why're you putting them back? they'd look so good on you," he comments, a puzzled frown making its way to his face.

"i forgot my wallet," you admit sheepishly, giving him a bashful smile. "it's fine though. i'll come back and–"

"you expected me to let you pay?" he asks in disbelief, jaw comically dropping to the floor. you don't even get the chance to get a word in before he's snatching those clothes for you and stuffing them in the basket.

"you're unbelievable." he scoffs in an exaggerated and lighthearted manner before gesturing to the rest of the store with a nod of his head. "just get whatever you want, babe. don't worry about anything."

"are you sure?" you ask doubtfully, looking around the rest of the store with a barely concealed look of desire.

"mhm. go wild." childe chuckles, pecking your forehead and nodding in response. the blinding smile and little fashion show you gave him afterwards was all he would have ever asked for in return.

DILUC

poor man is so confused when you start putting the things in your shopping cart back on the shelves :((

he was so entertained seeing you grab all the goodies you wanted and dumping them into the cart.

he's looking at you with concern when you stop in the middle of the aisle to check your bag, a growing frown on your face as your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"what's wrong darling?" he asks, placing a hand on the small of your back to give you some reassurance. "are you looking for something?"

"my wallet..." you sighs and close your bag, looking at the mountain of stuff in your cart with a disappointed pout. "i forgot it somewhere at home."

he's frozen in both confusion and shock when you slowly start returning items to their rightful places on the shelves. "i'll just get them some other time, i guess."

now it's diluc's turn to furrow his brows. he's literally right in front of you???? he can and will pay for anything???

"oh, darling," he coos gently, placing whatever he could recall you getting back into the cart. "i can pay for it. you don't need to worry about such things."

"thank you diluc," you smile, standing on your toes to place a grateful kiss to his cheek. "i promise i'll repay you some time."

"no need, dearest." he sends you a smile that has your heart squeezing almost painfully in adoration for the man before you. "you're happiness is all that matters."

ZHONGLI

okay i know this man doesn't have much money, but i can pretty much guarantee you that you're getting whatever you lay your eyes on.

you're looking through a small trinkets kiosk with some of the cutest accessories you've ever seen.

zhongli admires the trinkets along with you, smiling as you pick up some pieces of jewelry to try them on.

"that looks wonderful on you, dear," he compliments you fondly, admiring how exquisite a particular bracelet looked on your wrist.

thankfully, the bracelet wasn't made out of any expensive materials so it was rather affordable, and you could easily get it for yourself.

however, as you rummage your bag for your wallet, it's unfortunately nowhere to be found.

zhongli, ever the observant, already noticed the troubled look on your face. he's connected the dots by now so this man is bringing out his own wallet. "let me, my love." he starts looking through his wallet for some spare coins and any bills he can find.

you grab onto his coat sleeve in an attempt to stop him from paying on your behalf. "zhongli, i can't let you–" he's already handed a stack of coins and a single bill in payment before you can even finish your sentence.

"nonsense, dear." he pats the bracelet on your wrist. "it's my pleasure to buy something that looks simply stunning on you."

he brings your hand up to his lips to kiss it lovingly before linking your arms together once more. "if there is anything else that catches your eye, do let me pay for it. it would be my greatest honor to spoil you."

XIAO

he's far less lovey-dovey and physically affectionate compared to the other men mentioned above, but rest assured he'll get whatever you want <3

he doesn't really like being in a crowded space with tons of people, so when you go shopping he's more quiet.

of course he's helping you by carrying the basket and giving you his opinions when you ask for it, but that's about all he does.

he's still as observant as ever though, so when he sees you putting the stuff you wanted back in their places with an upset expression, he knows something's off.

"why're you putting them back?" he asks, brows furrowing in slight confusion.

"i don't have money to pay for it right now. i left my wallet somewhere," you explain sadly, putting the last of your items on the shelf.

he simply hums in understanding before going back to being quiet. he doesn't immediately do something but you'll see how much he loves you later on.

"why don't you go back to the car?" he hands you the keys, and gestures to the basket filled with the rest of the stuff he's getting for himself. "maybe your wallet's in there. you go look while i pay for my stuff."

you agree and by the time you've searched all over the car, xiao is back with numerous bags. you were still upset about your wallet so you didn't get to notice the oddly numerous amount of bags before hopping into the car and letting xiao drive you both home.

however when you get home, he hands you literally everything you were eyeing, his expression soft. "i can pay for stuff. don't be afraid to ask me. i can't say no to you," he reminds you, the tip of his ears blushing red at both his admission and the happy smile you give him that makes his heart pound in affection.

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Look At Me

My late night thoughts were not pure

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The grand ballroom of the Demon Lords palace was awash with shimmering lights and the murmur of countless conversations as beings from various realms gathered for one of Diavolo's famously extravagant balls. The air was perfumed with an intoxicating mix of otherworldly flowers and the rich, spicy aroma of exotic dishes. At the heart of it all was MC, whose presence commanded attention not just for their unexpected role at this event, but for the sheer magnetism of their attire.

MC had stepped into the ballroom, transformed. The formal wear clung to and flowed around their body perfectly, accentuating their best features. The fabric shimmered with each movement, catching the light and casting lustrous shadows that played over their form like soft, caressing fingers. From the elegant cut of the outfit to the tasteful yet daring accessories, everything about MC's appearance was meticulously crafted to dazzle and seduce.

As they made their grand entrance, heads turned, conversations momentarily paused, and appreciative murmurs filled the air. But it was not the general admiration that MC was tuned into; it was the intense, unwavering gaze of someone whose eyes had not strayed from them since they appeared.

This particular observer's eyes sparkled with a mix of admiration and something deeper, more intense. As MC navigated through the throngs of guests—greeting dignitaries with a polite nod here, sharing a laugh with a fellow exchange student there—they were acutely aware of the burning gaze that followed their every move.

The evening progressed with dances and toasts, the music a lively backdrop to the whispered conversations and subtle politics played out among the attendees. Despite the distractions, MC felt the pull of that gaze, like a tether drawing them inevitably toward their admirer.

Finally, seizing a moment when they found themselves near their not-so-secret admirer, MC paused. With a grace that belied the nervous flutter in their chest, they allowed their eyes to leisurely travel up the length of their admirers body. The appreciative scan was slow, deliberate, and when their eyes finally met, there was a palpable charge in the air.

Leaning in just close enough to let their words be heard over the music, yet not close enough to touch, MC's voice was low, teasing, "If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I'm gonna catch cold." The words hung between them, a flirtatious challenge, a promise of possibilities.

A playful taunt that left their admirer momentarily dazed, heat rising in their core.

Lucifer

From the moment MC stepped into the grand ballroom, Lucifer's attention was unwavering. The transformation of MC into a figure so alluring and elegantly dressed was not just a visual treat; it was a challenge to his composure. He stood near the edges of the ballroom, his gaze fixed on MC as they mingled with the other guests. Each laugh and graceful gesture they shared added a layer to his growing admiration—and desire.

Lucifer was no stranger to his desire for MC, but he prided himself on his ability to control it. Tonight, however, with MC looking every bit the part of a temptation crafted specifically to test him, his control was put on the line. He watched, almost pained, as others admired and approached MC, sharing dances and conversations.

When MC finally drifted closer to where he stood, their eyes meeting, Lucifer felt a jolt of electricity. The room seemed to grow quieter, the chatter and music fading into the background. As MC’s eyes traveled up his body, the intensity in their gaze was palpable, and his heart beat a fraction faster in response.

“If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I'm gonna catch cold,” MC's voice, low and teasing, reached his ears, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips—a rare, genuine, hungry smile.

Lucifer's response was a soft chuckle, the sound rich and heated. “My apologies,” his voice dropped an octave, thick with veiled intentions. “It seems only fair to offer you something to keep you warm then.” The words, though spoken lightly, sent a shiver through the both of them.

Offering his hand with a devilish grace, they stepped onto the dance floor, that hand found the small of MC’s back, his fingers pressing just firmly enough to guide them closer than the dance necessarily required. His other hand captured theirs, holding it gently but with undeniable command. Each step and turn they took was choreographed perfection, yet it was the subtleties of his touch that spoke volumes — a light caress here, a slightly firmer grip there, all calculated to make MC acutely aware of his presence and the electric tension that thrummed between them.

Throughout the dance, Lucifer’s gaze never wavered from MC’s eyes, but his whispers were for their ears alone. “Every turn, every step, remember this feeling,” he murmured as they moved together, his voice a velvety threat that promised much more. His thigh occasionally brushed against theirs, a seemingly innocent contact that sent a clear message with its precise placement.

As the song drew to a close, and the last notes lingered in the air like the touch of a lover's caress, Lucifer leaned closer, his lips hovering just beside MC’s ear. The warmth of his breath against their skin, the controlled depth of his voice, all designed to entice and promise. “This is but a taste,” he whispered, his words laced with a predatory smoothness. “Imagine what awaits when the night is done.”

He punctuated his statement with a subtle nip at the shell of MC’s ear, a brief, gentle bite that elicited a sharp, involuntary gasp from them. The sound was drowned out by the applause of the other guests, a cover for the intensely private moment they shared amidst the public setting.

As they parted, Lucifer’s hand lingered on MC’s back, his eyes holding theirs in a gaze that was both a challenge and an invitation. The subtle smirk that played on his lips was confident, knowing. He stepped back, allowing MC to feel the sudden coolness of his absence, the ghost of his touch still burning on their skin.

Mammon

As the opulence of the gathering washed over the attendees, Mammon’s attention was fiercely locked on MC from the moment they emerged from into the room, their attire hugging every curve and accentuating each line of their body in a way that was downright sinful. The formal wear seemed tailored to tease, to draw and hold the gaze—something Mammon found impossible to resist.

Throughout the evening, Mammon watched MC with an intensity that bordered on possessive. He struggled to keep his cool as others admired and approached MC, feeling a surge of jealousy each time someone else made them laugh or led them onto the dance floor. It wasn’t just their looks; it was the way they carried themselves—with a confidence that was alluring, and to Mammon, maddening.

As MC drifted closer to where he stood, his heart raced with anticipation. Every casual touch they shared with others had stoked a fire within him, and now, as they approached, that fire threatened to burn through his every restraint.

When MC stopped near him, their eyes boldly traveled up his body, taking him in. Mammon felt his breath hitch, his body responding with a sharp thrill. Their gaze was a physical touch, one that left him aching for more.

“If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch cold,” MC’s voice was a low tease, charged with a flirtatious energy that drew a dark chuckle from him.

“Oh, trust me, love,” Mammon’s voice dropped to a husky murmur as he stepped closer, eliminating the scant distance between them. “If I’m undressin' ya with my eyes, it’s only to think about how to keep ya very, very warm.” His words were a promise, laden with an intent that made no room for misunderstandings.

The challenge in MC’s eyes sparkled with an equal measure of desire and daring. They didn’t step back, but instead leaned in, their breath mingling with his. “Prove it,” they whispered back, a playful yet passionate invitation that Mammon was only too eager to accept.

Without a word, Mammon took MC’s hand and led them away from the crowded dance floor, his grip firm and assured. They navigated through the throng of guests with a purposeful stride, heading towards one of the palace’s shadowed alcoves—a semi-private nook framed by heavy velvet curtains.

Once secluded from the prying eyes of the other guests, Mammon wasted no time. His hands found MC’s waist, pulling them close with a possessiveness that his usual tsundere demeanor rarely revealed. He kissed them, his lips pressing against theirs with a hunger that had been building all evening. The kiss deepened quickly, fueled by the pent-up desire from watching them all night, each slide of their lips a stroke of flame that left them both wanting more.

MC responded with equal fervor, their hands tangling in his hair, tugging him closer. The heat between them built, each touch and nip adding to the fire that the formal setting of the ball could no longer contain.

Breathless, Mammon finally pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against MC’s, his breath heavy and mingling with theirs. “I’ve been wantin' to do that since I saw ya tonight,” he admitted, his voice thick with desire. “And believe me, I don’t plan on stoppin' here.”

Leviathan

Leviathan found himself in unfamiliar waters. The formal atmosphere, the immaculate attire, and the sophisticated chatter all felt alien to him, but none of that mattered when MC stepped into view. Dressed in a sharply tailored outfit that seemed created to ensnare his senses, MC looked nothing short of captivating. The fabric clung and flowed in all the right places, each movement highlighting a harmony of elegance and allure that Levi couldn’t pull his eyes away from.

From the moment MC entered the room, Levi’s usual backdrop of shyness and self-consciousness was overshadowed by a more intense and primal focus. He wasn’t used to feeling this way—so raw and exposed; his heart raced with every glance he stole in MC’s direction.

As MC mingled and laughed, their charisma lighting up the room, Levi’s feelings shifted between admiration and a growing, gnawing envy of anyone who held MC’s attention even momentarily. He lurked on the outskirts of the festivities, his gaze tracking MC’s every interaction with an intensity that surprised even him.

The moment MC drifted closer to where he stood, almost as if they sensed his intense scrutiny, Levi felt his breath catch. MC’s eyes met his in a look that brought fresh heat to his cheeks. There was a pause, a silent acknowledgment of the tension that Levi felt crackling between them.

“If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch cold,” MC teased, their voice a sensual whisper that sent shivers down Levi’s spine. The statement was playful yet provocative, striking right at the heart of Levi’s tumultuous emotions.

Levi, usually not one for quick comebacks, felt a surge of boldness spurred by the charged atmosphere and MC’s daring gaze. “Maybe that’s just my strategy to offer you my coat,” he replied, his voice surprisingly steady and imbued with a flirtatious undertone he seldom used.

The corners of MC’s lips twitched into a smile at his response, and with a flirty, confident swagger, they sauntered away, leaving Levi momentarily dumbfounded and marveling at his own audacity. As MC integrated back into the crowd, Levi’s resolve hardened; he wasn’t ready to let the evening end without staking his claim, without showing MC that his usually awkward nature could give way to something fiercer.

Fuelled by a mix of desire and newfound confidence, Levi made his way through the throng of guests, catching up to MC. With a gentle touch that belied his nervous energy, he tapped MC on the shoulder, drawing them away from the crowd under the pretense of needing air but in reality, seeking a moment of privacy.

Once they were secluded on a balcony overlooking the palace gardens, the cool night air doing little to quench the heat between them, Levi faced MC. His hands were shaky, but his voice was firm. “I’m not good at this... at any of this,” he admitted, gesturing vaguely back at the ballroom. “But I’m tired of just watching. I want... more.”

MC looked up at him, their expression softening, a hint of intrigue in their eyes. “Levi, you don’t have to be anything you’re not. Not with me.”

Encouraged by their words, Levi leaned in closer, his earlier shyness melting away under the sincerity of the moment. He kissed MC, a careful, testing pressure that soon deepened as he felt MC respond with equal fervor. The kiss was a clash of emotions—a mixture of Levi’s pent-up yearning and MC’s bold invitation.

As they broke apart, breathless and with cheeks flushed under the moonlight, Levi felt a surge of triumph mixed with relief. Tonight, he had stepped out of his comfort zone, driven by a desire too potent to ignore. And from the look in MC’s eyes, his gamble had paid off.

Satan

The atmosphere was charged with decadence and intrigue, but Satan's attention was captivated solely by MC. Their attire was nothing short of intoxicating, tailored to perfection, accentuating each curve and angle with a precision that seemed to beckon the very shadows to dance across their form. The fabric shimmered with every deliberate movement they made, ensnaring Satan's senses and tightening his focus with an intensity that felt almost primal.

From the moment MC stepped into the grand hall, Satan felt a visceral pull, a stirring of desire that was usually kept under strict control. Tonight, however, as he watched MC navigate through the crowd, interacting with an effortless charm that drew both admiration and envy, a raw, possessive urge began to simmer within him.

As MC approached, their eyes locked with Satan’s in a challenge that was as provocative as it was inviting. The air between them crackled with tension, each shared glance and smirk making the fire in him burn hotter.

“If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch cold,” MC’s voice was a sultry tease, a playful spark that ignited a fierce response in Satan.

Satan’s reply was a low growl, barely audible above the hum of the ballroom. “Perhaps you’d prefer if I warmed you up in a more... direct manner,” he suggested, his voice a seductive whisper that promised indulgences far beyond the dance floor’s chaste touches.

MC’s smile turned knowing, their gaze lingering on him with an intensity that dared him to make good on his words.

Without waiting for further encouragement, Satan took MC’s hand and led them away from the prying eyes of the crowd. His steps were purposeful as he guided them through the corridors to the palaces library, a private sanctuary bathed in shadow.

Once alone, Satan wasted no time. He dragged MC into one of the aisles, pressing them against a bookshelf, his hands roaming over their body with an ownership that spoke of deep, unyielding desire. His lips found theirs in a demanding kiss, one that brooked no hesitation and offered no escape. It was a kiss that seared, that consumed, fueled by a night’s worth of anticipation and the raw need to claim and be claimed in return.

MC responded with equal fervor, their nails scraping against the back Satan’s neck, pulling him closer as if to meld into him completely.

As they broke for air, Satan’s gaze was dark and intent. “I intend to explore every inch of you tonight,” he murmured against MC’s lips. “To learn what pleasures make you sigh, what touches make you gasp.... what will make you cry out for more.”

MC’s breath hitched, their eyes alight with hunger. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Asmodeus

Asmodeus was in his element, the very epitome of charm and seduction. However, even amid the grandeur and flirtations that filled the air, his attention was inexorably drawn to MC. They were resplendent in their formal attire, which clung to and flowed around their body with a precision that was both alluring and tasteful. The fabric shimmered with every movement, capturing the light and seemingly setting it aflame with every step they took.

Asmo, ever the connoisseur of beauty and desire, found himself utterly captivated. He watched MC with a predatory intensity, his gaze tracing the lines of their figure, appreciating the way the outfit enhanced their allure. The demon of lust was no stranger to desire, but the sight of MC tonight stirred a deep, insatiable craving within him.

Throughout the evening, Asmo found himself maneuvering through the crowd, positioning himself ever closer to MC, his gaze occasionally meeting theirs in a silent exchange of unspoken promises. When MC finally approached, stopping mere inches away from him, the electric charge of their proximity sent a thrill racing through his veins.

“If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch cold,” MC teased, their voice low and sultry, tinged with flirtation and a hint of challenge.

Asmo chuckled, his voice a smooth, seductive purr. “Oh, my dear, if I'm undressing you with my eyes, imagine what I could do with my hands. But fear not—I assure you, I'm quite skilled and will keep you very warm.”

The playfulness of MC’s statement and the charged atmosphere spurred him into action. Asmo took a step closer, eliminating the scant distance between them, his eyes locked onto MC’s with an intensity that bordered on hypnotic. He leaned in, his breath caressing MC’s ear as he whispered, “Why don’t we find a more private setting? I have a feeling that you and I could create our own heat.”

His hand gently grasped theirs, fingers interlocking with a gentle yet firm assurance. Guiding them away from the crowd with a practiced ease, Asmodeus led MC toward one of the palace's less frequented terraces—a spot secluded enough to offer privacy but still open to the starlit sky.

Once alone, Asmodeus turned to face MC, his hands finding their waist as he pulled them close. The space between them sizzled with anticipation, each breath they shared laden with desire. He gazed into MC’s eyes, seeing the flicker of arousal and curiosity there, and smiled—a slow, knowing smile that gleamed with delights yet to come.

He kissed them then, a soft yet insistent press of lips that quickly deepened as he coaxed them to respond. The kiss was an exploration, a negotiation of lips and tongues. HIs hands roamed over MC's back, pulling them even closer, his touch igniting sparks wherever he touched.

Breaking the kiss, his eyes gleamed with a mix of devilry and desire. “Let me show you just how much heat we can generate together,” he murmured, his voice husky. His hands were gentle yet commanding as they invited MC to abandon their reservations and give in to the night.

The terrace became their world, where the chill of the night air contrasted sharply with the warmth of their entwined bodies. Each touch, each kiss, stoked the fires of desire higher, drawing them deeper into a dance of seduction and satisfaction. Asmo reveled in every sigh and shiver he drew from MC, each response fueling his own desire to give more and to take even more still.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub’s usually single-minded focus on food was uncharacteristically diverted. The catalyst was MC, stepping out in a form-fitting ensemble that seemed designed to torment him with desires far more complex than his usual cravings. The attire clung and draped in all the right places, emphasizing each curve and line with an elegance that was both tantalizing and exquisite. The rich fabric caught the light with every movement, casting a spell over Beel’s senses that was both bewildering and intoxicating.

From the moment MC entered, Beel found himself watching them with an intensity that felt like hunger but deeper. He was used to feeling physical hunger, but this was different; it was a visceral pull that anchored him to the spot every time MC laughed or danced, their joy and charisma lighting up the room more effectively than any chandelier.

Throughout the evening, Beel’s gaze followed MC, tracking their interactions with a mix of admiration and something fiercer that he couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t just their physical appearance that captivated him; it was the way they moved with such confidence and ease, the way they engaged so effortlessly with everyone around them. It stirred something primal within him, a yearning to be close, to be the one who made them laugh, to feel the warmth of their body against his.

When MC finally drifted towards where he stood, seemingly casual but surely aware of the effect they were having on him, Beel’s heart pounded with a mix of nervous anticipation and raw desire. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the clamor of the ball seemed to quiet just for them.

“If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch cold,” MC teased, their voice a sultry murmur that reverberated through Beel’s frame like a physical touch.

Beel, usually straightforward with his thoughts and affections, felt shyness overtaken by the urgency of his feelings. “I, uh...” he started, his voice a low rumble, “I was just thinking how I’d like to keep you warm.” The words came out rougher than he intended, his intense gaze locked on MC’s, leaving little room for doubt about his intentions.

The playful challenge in MC’s eyes sparked a courage in Beel that he seldom felt outside of battle. With a newfound determination, he took a step closer, effectively closing the distance between them. “Maybe we should find somewhere less crowded,” he suggested.

MC’s smile widened, and they placed a hand lightly on Beel’s chest—a touch that sent a jolt of electricity through him. “Lead the way,” they replied, their voice laced with anticipation.

Without another word, Beel guided MC away from the bustling ballroom, through ornate corridors, to a quiet balcony overlooking the palace’s vast gardens. The cool night air was a stark contrast to the warmth bubbling between them, adding a thrill that made their secluded spot feel even more intimate.

Once alone, Beel’s hands found MC’s waist, pulling them close with a gentle but firm grip that spoke of need and affection. He lowered his head, his lips finding MC’s in a kiss that was both a question and an answer, a merging of hunger and affection that deepened as they responded with equal fervor.

The kiss grew more passionate, driven by the raw, earnest desire that Beel often kept hidden under his calm exterior. His large hands were cautious yet eager as they explored MC’s body, drawing them even closer, if possible. MC’s hands roamed over his shoulders and chest, their touch igniting fires along every nerve.

As they finally broke apart for air, Beel rested his forehead against MC’s, his breath heavy and warm against their skin. “I... I don’t want this night to end,” he confessed, his voice a husky whisper that carried his deepest fears and wishes.

MC looked up at him, their eyes shining with a mixture of pleasure and something tender. “Then let’s not let it end just yet,” they whispered back, pulling him in for another kiss.

Belphegor

Amidst the glamour and revelry, Belphegor found himself in a rare state of heightened awareness, entirely fixated on MC. Draped in an outfit that seemed to defy the mere concept of formal wear with its daring elegance, MC moved through the crowd like a living temptation. The way the material clung to their body and highlighted every movement with a tantalizing grace had Belphie's usual lethargy replaced with an uncharacteristic surge of desire.

Belphie, often aloof and withdrawn, wasn't one for public displays of affection. Yet, tonight, as he watched MC, a deep-seated restlessness took hold. His gaze, usually sleepy and distant, sharpened considerably as he traced the lines of MC's form from across the room, his eyes darkening with each flirtatious laugh and turn they shared with others.

When MC eventually approached him, threading through the throngs of demons and other creatures with an ease that spoke of their comfort in this infernal court, Belphie’s usual cool demeanor wavered. Their eyes met, locking in place.

“If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch cold,” MC said, their voice low and charged with a playful yet provocative undertone. It was a challenge, delivered with a coy tilt of the head and a smirk that beckoned him closer.

Belphie’s response was a slow, mischievous smile, one that often graced his features. “I think you’d find I’m good at keeping things heated,” he murmured back, his voice a soft growl that matched the predatory gleam in his eyes. His usual indolence was nowhere found as he stepped into MC's personal space, the air between them charged with an electric anticipation.

Without waiting for further encouragement, Belphie's hand found the small of MC's back, pulling them flush against him. The contact was bold, possessive, and sparked a heat that neither the coolness of the night nor the prying eyes around them could dampen.

“Let’s find somewhere more... secluded. I’d hate for you to freeze,” Belphie suggested, his words dripping with an intent as intoxicating as it was clear. His grip tightened slightly, not enough to restrain but enough to convey his unwillingness to let the moment slip away.

MC’s eyes glinted with excitement at the suggestion. With a nod that sealed their mutual consent, they allowed Belphie to lead them away from the crowd. They moved together through lesser-known corridors of the palace, each step building a simmering anticipation.

Reaching an empty bedroom, Belphie turned to MC, his hands framing their face as he leaned in. The kiss he planted on their lips was not gentle—it was demanding, fervent, and deeply passionate, seeking to claim and be claimed in equal measure.

The kiss broke only for the need for air, their breaths mingling. Belphie’s hands wandered, tracing MC’s sides, pulling them closer still. “I don’t do half-measures,” he breathed against their lips, his gaze locked onto theirs with a raw intensity. “I want all of you, here, now.”

Diavolo

This event marked by opulence and spectacle, was a night where the Devildom's elite gathered to revel in their ruler's grandeur and for the exchange program to be celebrated. Diavolo himself, with his immense power and charisma, was accustomed to being the center of attention. Yet, tonight, his focus was entirely captivated by MC, who had arrived looking nothing short of stunning. Their formal wear was not just clothing but a statement, crafted to accentuate every curve and line with impeccable taste, shimmering under the chandeliers' glow as if woven from the night sky itself.

From the moment MC stepped into the grand hall, Diavolo found himself watching them, a feeling of awe mingling with a deeper, more primal interest. The way MC moved through the crowd, with a grace and confidence that matched his own, struck a chord within him, igniting a desire to see them not across the room, but by his side.

As the evening progressed, Diavolo’s usual rounds of greeting and politicking felt unusually tedious, his gaze repeatedly seeking out MC. Their laughter, the easy way they conversed with other guests, even the subtle gestures they made, all seemed to draw him in deeper. When MC finally approached him, their eyes locking, Diavolo felt the full weight of his position as the host. Yet, at that moment, he wished nothing more than to cast aside the formalities and indulge in the connection that simmered between them.

“If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch cold,” MC teased, their voice a perfect blend of humor and seduction that fit the night's festive air.

Diavolo chuckled, a sound deep and resonant that filled the space between them. “Is that so? Perhaps it would be more prudent, then, to find somewhere warmer where such dangers can be thoroughly mitigated,” he replied, his tone smooth and inviting. The underlying suggestion was clear, his words a velvet-lined invitation to escape the public eye.

The playful challenge in MC’s eyes didn’t go unnoticed. They leaned in slightly, a conspiratorial smirk playing on their lips. “Lead the way, then, My Lord.”

With a hand extended in offer, Diavolo guided MC away from the throngs of guests, his touch firm yet careful, as if he were handling something precious and infinitely valuable. They navigated through the opulent corridors of his palace, each step taking them further from the noise and closer to solitude.

Diavolo chose his private office for its seclusion and comfort—a space where his rule was absolute and interruptions were forbidden. As he closed the door behind them, the sound seemed to seal them away from the rest of the world.

Turning to face MC, Diavolo’s gaze was intense, his usual affable demeanor replaced by a more predatory grace. He stepped closer, the confined space of the office suddenly charged with the energy of their proximity.

Without waiting for further banter, Diavolo’s hands found MC’s waist, pulling them flush against him. His lips found theirs in a claiming kiss, deep and urgent, as if he could communicate his rising desire and the depth of his attraction through this contact alone. His kiss was a mastery of pressure and movement, a clear dominion of experience and longing that coaxed MC to respond with equal fervor.

MC’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss into a fervent clash of lips and tongues. Diavolo’s control slipped further with each moment, his hands roaming over MC’s body, tracing the lines of their outfit, appreciating the way the material accentuated their every curve and hollow.

As he broke the kiss, his breaths were heavy, his forehead resting against MC’s. “I’ve wanted this since I first laid eyes on you” he confessed, his voice husky. His fingers deftly worked at loosening his tie, his actions deliberate and tantalizingly slow. “And now that I have you here, I have no intention of holding back.”

He guided MC’s hands to his shirt, inviting them to feel, to explore. As their fingers brushed against his chest, Diavolo maneuvered them toward his desk, sweeping aside papers and artifacts of his rule with a careless flick of his wrist. The message was clear: nothing was more important than the here and now.

Lifting MC onto the desk, Diavolo’s lips trailed kisses down their neck, his hands busy at the task of divesting them of the beautiful yet confining layers of fabric. Each revealed inch of skin was worshipped with kisses and touches that left MC breathless and craving more.

Barbatos

Barbatos moved with the poised elegance that was his hallmark, overseeing the intricacies of the event with an expert eye. However, his usual demeanor of unshakeable calm was disrupted by the entrance of MC, who captivated his attention entirely. Dressed in an ensemble that was was both elegant and tantalizing, MC moved through the crowd with a grace that drew eyes from every corner of the room. The way the material clung to their figure, accentuating every move with subtle allure, left Barbatos more affected than he cared to admit.

Throughout the evening, Barbatos allowed himself the rare luxury of observing MC from afar, appreciating the way they interacted with the other guests. His duties often required him to remain at the periphery, but tonight, his attention invariably returned to MC, their presence pulling at something deep within him.

Then MC approached him, a playful glint in their eye. “If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch cold,” MC teased, their voice low and charged with a hint of flirtation.

A slight smile tugged at Barbatos's lips, the expression rare and fleeting. “It would be most remiss of me to allow that,” he replied smoothly. His voice, though low and controlled, carried a warmth that matched his words. “Perhaps a change of environment is in order.”

With a discreet gesture to the little D’s, Barbatos ensured that their journey would be undisturbed. The diminutive demons nodded, their understanding clear—they would ensure no one ventured towards the kitchens, a domain ordinarily under Barbatos's strict control but tonight serving a different purpose.

Guiding MC with a hand at the small of their back, Barbatos led them through the less frequented corridors of the palace to the expansive kitchen. The room was deserted at this hour, the earlier frenzy of preparation for the ball having given way to silence and warmth retained from the day’s cooking.

“Here we are,” Barbatos announced as he closed the door behind them, the click of the latch a definitive note of privacy. The kitchen, with its large ovens and warm hearths, offered a comforting heat that enveloped them—a stark contrast to the cool elegance of the ballroom they had left behind.

Turning to face MC, Barbatos’s demeanor shifted subtly, the lines of his usual reserve softening as he stepped closer. “Much better,” he murmured, the space between them charged with the heat of the room and the heat of his gaze. His hands rose to gently grasp MC’s chin, his touch deft yet filled with a tentative question.

The response was immediate and fervent, MC leaning into the touch, their hands finding his sides. Barbatos leaned in, his lips capturing theirs in a kiss that was exploratory at first but quickly deepened with a shared urgency. The kitchen, a place of culinary creation, became their sanctuary, the stainless steel and polished surfaces bearing witness to a different kind of chemistry.

Barbatos's kisses were meticulous, each one placed with intention and care, exploring the depth of MC's response. His hands, always precise, mapped the contours of MC’s body with equal skill, pulling them closer, their bodies aligning with natural, magnetic precision.

As the kiss broke, Barbatos whispered against MC’s lips, his breath warm, “I find myself desiring more than just your company tonight.” His hands ventured further, undressing MC with a careful urgency that belied his outward composure.

The kitchen became a world unto itself, the counters and islands, once used for preparing decadent dishes, now supported a different feast entirely.

Simeon

Simeon found himself taken aback by MC's stunning presence. They wore an ensemble that seemed to capture the very essence of celestial grace—elegant, yet charged with an undercurrent that seemed almost out of place in the infernal opulence of the Devildom. The fabric played with the light as they moved, enhancing their inherent radiance and drawing Simeon's admiring gaze.

Throughout the evening, Simeon maintained a respectful distance, his admiration expressed through brief, appreciative glances rather than overt attention.

When MC finally approached Simeon, there was a softness in their eyes that matched the gentle timbre of their voice. "If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch cold," they teased, the playful challenge delivered with a warmth that brought a tender smile to Simeon's face.

Simeon chuckled softly, his blue eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and affection. "Then it is my duty to ensure you remain warm and well," he replied, his voice low but filled with gentle warmth. "Perhaps a dance would suffice to keep the chill at bay?"

Accepting his outstretched hand, MC allowed Simeon to lead them to the dance floor. As they moved together in rhythm to the soft strains of a demonic melody, Simeon was acutely aware of every point of contact—the gentle touch of MC's hand in his, the slight pressure of their hand on his shoulder, the closeness of their form as they moved in harmony. The dance was a quiet conversation, their bodies speaking in subtle shifts and turns.

As the song drew to a close, Simeon felt a reluctance to part, a sentiment he sensed was shared. His hand lingered in MC's as he led them away from the dance floor to a quieter corner of the ballroom, a secluded alcove framed by opulent draperies.

"Thank you for the dance," Simeon said softly, standing close enough that their mingled breaths warmed the cool air between them. His hand reached up to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind MC's ear, a tender gesture that belied the depth of his affection. "Your company, as always, is a blessing."

The air around them seemed to hum with a quiet energy as Simeon leaned closer, his gaze fixed on MC's lips for a fleeting moment before meeting their eyes again, seeking silent permission. Finding no hesitation, only quiet acceptance, he closed the distance between them, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to their lips.

The kiss was gentle, a mere brush of lips that spoke of respect and a deep-seated fondness, yet it held the promise of deeper affections held carefully in check. As they parted, Simeon’s smile was serene, reflecting the peace that their presence brought him.

"If the evening grows too cold or the festivities too wearying, know that my company is yours whenever you seek tranquility," Simeon offered, his voice a soothing balm against the backdrop of the night's revelries.

Solomon

Solomon was already weaving his own brand of mischief among the glittering throng of demons and other supernatural beings. However, his playful antics paused, and his cunning eyes fixed with a sharper intent when MC made their entrance. Dressed in a form-fitting outfit that seemed to draw every gaze in the room, MC was an intoxicating vision of allure. The fabric shimmered with each movement, hugging their form in a way that left little to the imagination and much to Solomon's appreciation.

Throughout the evening, Solomon’s usual facade of nonchalance was punctuated by his keen interest in MC. He used his mastery of magic not just to entertain and dazzle the crowd but to send little magical teases toward MC—slight gusts of wind to flirt with the hem of their outfit, or a whispered incantation that made the air around them subtly shimmer, all designed to draw a laugh or a delightful shiver from them.

When MC approached, their eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge, Solomon was ready with a wry smile. “If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch cold,” MC quipped, their voice low and teasing, yet laced with a warmth that matched the heat of the ballroom.

Solomon’s laughter was genuine, resonating with his usual charismatic resonance. “Oh, I suspect there are more enjoyable ways to keep warm than mere clothes can provide,” he retorted smoothly, his eyes glinting with mischief. “But if it’s warmth you’re after, I know a few enchanting tricks that could help.”

Without waiting for a response, Solomon’s hand waved discreetly, casting a subtle spell that caused the air around them to warm noticeably. The immediate area around MC felt like a gentle embrace, a magical cocoon that made the ambient noise of the ball seem distant.

“Shall we put some of these tricks to the test?” Solomon suggested, offering his arm with an inviting grin. MC took his arm, and together they strolled to a quieter corner of the ballroom. As they walked, Solomon whispered incantations, enchanting the path with small, glowing sigils that sparked under their steps, a private light show that added an element of wonder to their walk.

Once secluded from the majority of the guests, Solomon’s demeanor shifted from the grand sorcerer to something more intensely focused. His hand reached up to gently brush a strand of hair from MC’s face, his touch lingering longer than necessary, charged with a potent energy.

“Now, about keeping you warm,” he murmured, leaning closer so that his breath tickled MC’s ear. His fingers traced a spell in the air, a visible shimmer of magic that danced like fireflies around MC, heating the air with a sensual warmth that made the fabric of their clothes feel suddenly too much.

The kiss that followed was a melding of magic and desire—deep and consuming. Solomon’s lips moved against MC’s with an expert mix of precision and passion, his tongue tracing spells of arousal that left them both breathless. His hands were not idle, exploring MC’s back and sides, where each touch left a trail of warmth that seeped through the fabric, heating their skin directly.

As they parted from the kiss, Solomon looked into MC’s eyes with an expression that was both tender and wild. “There are deeper spells we could explore, spells that require... much less distraction,” he teased, his voice a soft growl that promised much more than the warmth of his teasing tricks.

[radiance1]

Ferret Danny.

So, Vlad has decided to host a Gala at his own mansion, inviting a vast majority of the rich, including Lex Luthor and the Wayne family. Danny, not so subtly begs Vlad for him to join in because he has a plan.

Vlad doesn't know why Danny is begging since he never does, but he eventually caves in an agrees for Danny to attend. Danny calls up the ghost ferrets and makes a whole plan to have them in suits and dresses and little accessories for them as well. He askes Vlad to make various gadgets that would let them translate into human speech and then is off teaching them lessons.

Never would he thought he would use them, but this is one of the best ways he's ever decided to.

The day of the Gala, there are various amounts of ferrets in butler outfits leading in guests (some walk on two feet) and some even being the guests. Danny, meanwhile, is dressed like a king (he is not the ghost king.) with a royal cape, a crown and scepter. He's personally greeting every guest (ferret) that enters alongside Vlad, and when that's over the ferrets are seated at a table (not on the same level as the other guests) and seemingly having a very serious discussion.

Everyone else (aside from Vlad) is confused about this situation. Certainly, they've heard rumors about Vlad Masters has a program buying and collecting various ferrets, but this isn't what any of them even imagined and that, the white one who's eyes and fur glowed was obviously a sight to see as well.

Various people asked where Vlad acquired him from, with Vlad not giving any specific answer. A while into the gala, Lex Luthor is getting increasingly annoyed by the fact that Vlad Masters has shrugged him off to talk with mere animals, and obviously he's noticed that whenever he walks towards the man to make conversation, one of them appear at his side to talk with him and causes him to turn down any other conversation at that point.

Safe to say, he isn't pleased.

Damian Wayne has heard many a rumor about Vlad Masters. How could he not? He's famous for his hospitalization, his quick rise to power, his reclusiveness and love for the packers.

The rumors he focused on, however, was those that involved the ferrets the man seemingly collected. Damian couldn't let it go when he heard rumors that perhaps Vlad Masters buys them to fulfill some sick, twisted pleasure of his, and that he buys more and more because the others he's bought didn't last long.

As the son of the Bat and the successor to the Robin mantle he couldn't let this go until he's investigated to confirm the rumors, and out the man for his cruelty if they prove to be true.

So him holding a gala was a chance he couldn't let go of. For Vlad Masters only attends galas, never does he host them himself, a rare opportunity for him to easily enter the man's domain was one he could not let go of.

What he saw when he got there was not of his expectations, seeing a green colored ferret dressed as a butler leading them into the mansion wasn't it, he expected a human one. He thought back to some of the more gruesome rumors, and suddenly something seemed to click for him and he was worried.

He needed to investigate thoroughly.

Then he saw this one particular ferret, and Damian's stomach twisted. A ferret who's fur glowed a brilliant white and eyes a toxic green that obviously spoke of experimentation, and while he may be dressed as a king, Damian couldn't help but jump to unfortunate conclusions.

If he wanted to know what was going, then he had to speak to someone. He tried speaking with the ferrets that lead him and his family in, a device seemingly allowing them to speak in human tongue on their person and Damian looked closer. He saw that their fur seemed to glow as well, just like the first, not as brightly and there were certain other features he brushed off as them belonging to another species he didn't know of.

But running along the lines of experimentation everything just seemed to click together like puzzle pieces.

Unfortunately, the butlers didn't offer him much information, so he had to set his sights on the other 'guests'. They didn't have much to say either, so he had to look elsewhere.

He couldn't talk to that despicable man called Vlad Masters, that would raise suspicion all to quickly if he asked certain questions, so.

He set his sights on the king, seated at a table with other ferrets dressed like nobles. If anyone were to know better than what was going on here, then it had to be one of them.

[solarisfortuneia]

— 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

even the sweetest of scents eventually turn bitter.

✦ featuring: zhongli.

✦ warnings: angst.

"why do you seem to adore this particular flower?" he remembers asking you, one still night, when even the moon has decided to go to sleep. for as long as he's known you, your entire life seemed to revolve around jasmines. 

he remembers you laughing as you hang a bunch of them from his horns mischievously. "i love its versatility, my dear morax. it can be a garland, an accessory, a perfume, it can be infused into tea; it's wonderful, really. and it smells and looks divine." you playfully add later, "in addition, you look absolutely fetching with them on, don't you think?"

it dawns on him that he's never seen you without a cluster of them nestled in your hair, he's never seen you drink anything but various varieties of jasmine tea; at this point, he cannot think of one without thinking of the other. he doesn't even remember what your name means. to his mind, all it invokes is vivid pictures of your smile and the fragrance that always surrounds you.

and when you stand in front of him, a determined aura about you, that memory swims to the surface and he knows. he knows exactly what you'll say.

morax dreads those words he knows will come out of your mouth, and for the first time in a long while, he's afraid. he's afraid of breaking your heart, when all he wants to do is cradle it in his palms— but he knows he must. 

"i cannot return your feelings," he says, steeling his gaze, lifting his chin and hardening the curve of his mouth. 

he watches the hope in your eyes break, shatter like glass. he watches passively as somewhere, deep within, your heart cracks, and he swears he could hear the sound reverberate throughout the stone hall the two of you stand in. he watches as your hands start to tremble, your voice shake the tiniest amount.

he almost reaches out with his pattern covered arms, desiring naught but to hold them still and whisper honey-glazed words in your ears, rock you in his embrace and offer you uncertain promises of a happy future, but he forces them down. there is no place for love in a war, he thinks. and my presence cannot make them smile more than my absence would make them cry.

"why?" he hears you ask, voice barely more than a breath. "i-" you seem to be frozen in place, only capable of moving your lips the tiniest amount. "i thought we had something."

he swallows, saliva scalding his throat. "i'm in love with another," he blurts, knowing this would stop you from chasing after him. every syllable stabs at him as it leaves his mouth. "i always have been."

"oh," that soft, silent, broken breath of yours cuts through his armor and pierces through his core. "i understand," you lower your eyes, displaying the same grace you've always shown, and he hates that he cannot be true to both himself and you. "i hope you will be happy. i wish you the best, morax." he nearly winces. morax. not 'dear morax', and not 'my dear morax.' just morax.

as you turn to leave, he gets a whiff of the flowers in your hair, and he retches at how absolutely acrid they smell. he takes a step backward, once again fighting the urge to reach his arms out. he plants his feet firmly on the ground and watches as your figure gets smaller and smaller before you start running. 

if doing it this way is how he must keep you safe, then he'd step on his own body, heart and soul, without hesitation. 

of what use is a god who cannot control his own destiny? who cannot promise happiness to those he cares for?

he will wait, he swears. he will wait for as long as it takes. after the war, he promises himself. when time is favorable, he promises. as long as it takes for him to see you again, meet you on the other side, where the future is bright. but he knows it, in all the possibilities of the world, is pointless. after all, you were just a mortal, with a life akin to the blink of an immortal's eye, were you not?

it is the unmistakable scent of jasmine that wafts through his nose, many, many, many years later. he is simply zhongli now, the funeral parlor consultant who frequents teahouses, nothing more, nothing less, but the bitterness still bites at his nose each and every single time, all the same. 

he smiles into his cup, a little sad, a little nostalgic and he absentmindedly wonders why he chose to order jasmine tea today, of all days. a cheerful lilt reaches his ears, and he laughs to himself.

why do you think of them now, after all these years?

the voice grows louder and he jolts uptight, not trusting his hearing. he stands up hesitantly, searching, scared all over again. and it is then he hears a laugh he never thought he'd hear again. he finds the same set of features, giggling at something the other person in front of you said.

impossible. people rarely reincarnate with the same face. but hope strikes to a flame nevertheless, and he sits back down again, looking for signs that it might be you. 

sharp amber eyes find a small jasmine flower nestled behind your ear, and he can't help but smile. 

perhaps, this time, he could try again?

[musamora]

— 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖎'𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖒! ⋆⁺₊

featured: osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, fyodor dostoevsky, nikolai gogol, sigma

content warning(s): fem!reader, domestic moments, mentions of marriage, kisses and cuddling, these men are whipped, fluff, references to christmas traditions

author's note: i hope you're all enjoying (or at least relaxing) during the holidays! sit back, grab a cup of steaming coffee or hot chocolate, and enjoy some sweet moments with our bungou boys ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

summary: what gifts do our bungou husbands gift you during the holidays?

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𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨 𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

Your eyes flutter open as sprinkles of sunlight peeking through the blinds serve as your only alarm, traces of chocolatey hair prickling your skin as he nuzzles into your neck. Your fingers twirl the coils of his knotted tresses, smoothing them into shining waves before pressing kisses against his ear. And that's when you see it.

A basket perched on your nightstand, tied neatly with a bow, and piled high with various cosmetics and accessories. As you sort through each item, feeling nostalgia pinging with every gift, you realize there's a reason you recognize them. 

Each is a small element from a moment in your relationship—the nail polish you wore on your first date, the lipstick you chose for your first kiss. He notes the quirks of others subconsciously, though he chooses to ignore them unless it benefits him. But not with you.

He cherishes every ephemeral habit—the crease of your forehead as candles burn on, the haze of your eyes as raindrops pour down, the indention of your lips as movies summit closed. You're always too preoccupied to notice, but he gawks at you without shame, admiring the purity of your features. He is known for being abstract, but you are his complete opposite. So completely unabashed in sharing your opinions and sentiments, even through your own expressions. And in a way, you're far braver than he believes himself to be, so he knows he must remind you of that.

𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗨𝗬𝗔 𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

Your sleep is interrupted by a yelp. For a moment, you wanted to keep your eyes closed, still sluggish with sleep, but a sequence of other noises pulled you out of bed. Unaware of the eyes peeking out from under the covers, a smirk on their proprietor's face as you shuffled out of the room, you journeyed into the living room. And he knew that you had found precisely what you were looking for when he heard a barrage of coos and badly muffled shrieks escape your lips, rushing back into the room with a puppy snuggled in your arms, a cute bow fastened to its collar. He knew your heart had been stolen at a glance, much like he had been long ago.

That puppy is now your child, a part of your family. Even if you don't realize it, this dog expresses his eternal fondness and dedication to you and any family you plan to have. He would prefer to pick a larger dog breed, the loyal type of canines that remain devoted to their families (Akitas, Belgian Malinois, German Shepherds, etc.). He knows you'd love any dog, but he wants to guarantee that you'll be protected if he isn't there.

And don't be surprised if an engagement ring follows a few months later. You're raising an animal together—your fur baby—and while it's a bit out of order, he wants to tie the knot officially. And you'll have the cutest little ring bearer in the world ⋆˙⟡♡

𝗙𝗬𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥 𝗗𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗘𝗩𝗦𝗞𝗬 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

(I briefly discussed this in a post a while ago, but I wanted to expand on it a bit further.)

A stack of uniform presents pile in symmetrical mountains around the base of your shared tree; each fold intricately pristine. However, he insists on having a large breakfast, reveling in your anticipation with each course as you eye the gifts—it's too cute. Once you've finally reached the tree, he observes with unstated delight as you rip open the wrapping paper, only to discover hardcover copies of classic novels in your favorite genres.

He knows you peruse through his personal collection while he is away on missions, missing him and seeking comfort in his familiar words. Without your knowledge, he has caught you with a beaming grin on your face, skimming the story, enamored by his annotations. So once you've finished the book, with your thoughts written neatly inside the pages, he'd offer to swap with you, finding a sudden interest in the story.

Because the way your brain operates is absolutely fascinating to him—it is, in his (correct) opinion, one of your most stunning attributes. He finds himself seeking other ways to look into your thoughts, and if you just so happen to get inside his head as a result, he finds that he doesn't mind all the much.

𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗜 𝗚𝗢𝗚𝗢𝗟 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

He would be bouncing up and down as soon as the sun rose, forcing you onto the sofa as he picked presents up from across the room. However, breaking away from tradition, he insisted that he opened the first few, utilizing many of your gifts as props for a little skit.

He enjoys your laughter more than any other sound in this world. It's such a freeing sight, watching you throw back your head, unable to help yourself. Even in the midst of his antics, he finds himself unable to avert his gaze, wide-eyed as you laugh without a care in the world. To him, you're always beautiful, but especially when you're happy.

And in that, he realizes that he wants to make you laugh all the time. Every second that you're together should be filled with joy. His heart constricts painfully whenever he sees sorrow on your face, and he has made it his prime duty in life to relieve your suffering. Anything that has ever made you laugh is collected in those gift boxes, and he feels lighter than ever as you giggle in your seat.

You have become the rope that tethered him to the ground, but he finds that he no longer wishes to fly free. Perhaps he has become exactly what he used to fear: his own attachments anchoring him, but he doesn't mind. He is a fool, but only for you.

𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗠𝗔 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

He has never had anyone to celebrate the holiday with before; there hasn't been a reason. So instead, he would bury himself in his paperwork, trying to find a purpose through the letters, though he knew it was all in vain. So when he finds someone to celebrate with, he will ensure that you will stick around until the holiday next year.

You're met with bundles of presents, heavy with luxurious clothes and fragrant accessories, things he knows you like. But one of those gifts stands out amongst the rest: a simple box with a neat but fashionable outfit inside. Your eyes scan the seams, and it dawns on you—these are handmade. 

He knows his stuff about fabrics and colors, constantly choosing different options for the casino, and one of his stress-relieving hobbies (in my headcanon) is sewing. Before you came into his life, he made his own clothes, finding only brief comfort in the repetitive stitches.

But there is something so domestic about creating clothes for someone you care about. Thoughts of them are embuded in every stitch, seams pressed with care as it's molded to flatter your body specifically. It reassures him whenever you walk around the building, showing off your new clothes with a smile on your face—you are his family, his home. His other half. And you are here to stay.

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[sea-lanterns]

RING SIZES

synopsis: genshin women trying to find your ring size

featuring: eula, yelan, miko, ningguang

rating: sfw (anyone can interact)

warnings: gn! reader, fluff, kissing, affectionate physical touches, slightly suggestive content (miko's), already established relationship, not proof read.

art credits: whisper me a love song

EULA

When you got home that evening, you noticed that Eula wasn’t waiting for you in the living room like she usually did, ready to greet you the moment you set foot through the door. That’s fine, she’s probably somewhere else in the house then, right? Either that or she was still working late and won’t get home until later. You didn’t mind, you could wait for your girlfriend as long as it takes!

See, that’s what you thought at first. However, as you went to set your work stuff down and take off your shoes, you hear rummaging in your bedroom and the sounds of Eula’s frustrated grunts.

“Now where would they…”

Oh, so she was home, she was just in your bedroom! You smiled and set your bag down to make your way over to your room, peeking in through the illuminated crack of the door to see what she was up to. Eula was busy hunched over the dresser that housed all your clothes, digging through a wooden jewelry box you kept atop the dresser, while pushing through various bracelets, necklaces, and other jeweled accessories. 

“Wh-…” you decided not to say anything and settled for hiding behind the door to see what she was doing. Why was she rummaging through all your stuff? She didn’t need to be so secretive, if she wanted to wear some of your jewelry she could just ask…

“Ah…finally…” Your eyes lit up as Eula pulled out one of your rings, admiring the glisten of one of the gemstones and holding it up in the air to examine. “I think this is it, it should be their size…” She smiled softly and cupped the precious ring in her hand, rubbing her fingers over the smooth, worn out metal.

“This time it’ll be a real diamond, my love…”

Your eyes widened at her implications, turning away from the door to quietly walk away and pretend like you didn’t see anything. Was this real? Did you just…witness her plans to propose to you?

You almost let out a squeal of excitement, yet also bashed yourself for having caught her in the midst of it. Whatever! It wasn’t like you knew when she was going to propose…

“Home already, darling?” You heard her say, turning around to face your girlfriend with nervous eyes. “Ah…yeah, I just got home a minute ago. How was work?”

“Sufficient, I suppose…”  Eula smiled and walked over to plant a kiss on your forehead, your eyes noticing her slip the ring into her back pocket. “I missed you, but I need to make an errand now, my darling. I’ll be back soon.”

“Oh? Where to in this late hour?” You tease, folding your arms and smiling expectedly at her. 

“Mm, nowhere too important.” Eula chuckled, picking up your hand and planting a small kiss on your ring finger. “Let’s just say I need to make a special order…”

Your heart hammered at the implications. 

YELAN

Usually you’d go to bed without Yelan. That’s okay, you understood what her job was like and enjoyed the little sprinkles of time she gave to you whenever she was off duty. Though sparse, she loved you dearly, and you didn’t mind too much as Yelan would always try her best to finish missions early so she could come home and snuggle up to you.

Tonight was no different. As you slowly stirred awake at the sound of your door lock clicking, you smiled and tried not to open your eyes when you heard Yelan’s careful footsteps walking down the hall. She didn’t know this, but you made a habit of memorizing her walk patterns. From the click of her heels to the tired yet sexy sigh she exhaled after a long day, you could tell it was her…

Like a cat, she slowly crept into your bedroom, smiling at the sight of your figure all balled up on her side of the bed. How cute, she’d always find you sleeping on her side, a sight so precious she’d often wish she could just photograph it. 

“I’m home…” she’d mutter softly, your eyes still closed as you wanted her to think you were asleep. “…Ah, out like a light I see.”

You resisted the urge to smile as Yelan pressed a chaste kiss against your forehead, the sounds of her rummaging through her closet —presumably to change into her sleepwear— and going to lie down beside you, spooning you from behind. She let out a breathy sigh and wrapped her arms around your waist, you’d think she’d start passing out by now judging by how tired she was, but your instinct told you she was still awake.

That’s odd, was she still staring at you? You wanted to turn around and open your eyes but sleep was starting to slow you down. Perhaps she’ll fall asleep at some point and just—

Then Yelan reached out and gently caressed your left hand, picking it up like it was made of glass. Oh? What’s this…? Your heart sped up as she held your hand carefully, fingers circling around your ring finger as she quietly hummed in thought. 

What was she doing? Her fingers were rubbing at the circumference of your left ring finger as if she were trying to gauge something. Could it be…? Was she trying to figure out your ring size?

Yelan sighed and you could just feel her smile from behind you. Her hand is still holding onto yours while she buries her face into the back of your neck, fingers entwined like a lock while she exhales breathily into your skin.

“I should use paper, it’s more efficient that way…”

With one last sleepy grumble, she finally closed her eyes to let sleep overtake her, unaware of the blushing person who heard her coddled up in her arms.

MIKO

As sly and cunning Yae Miko can be, she was absolutely stumped with how to find your ring size without you noticing. She’s tried countless times to measure the circumference whenever you were distracted, yet your intuitive gaze would always catch her whenever she tried to do something sneaky. Leading to her utter defeat, as it was hopeless to distract you long enough to mark the measurements she needed.

The kitsune huffed and slouched over her work desk with a frown. Her tail wagging sporadically out of annoyance as she wanted nothing more than to just flat out ask you. 

“Hm…how irritating…” she crossed her arms as sparks flew out of her vision with fury, lighting threatening to shoot out if not for the calm and soothing voice of her lover. 

“Morning Miko,” you hummed, walking into her office like you owned the place. “Eh? The air is all dark and frizzy. Did you accidentally get fur in your tea again?”  

“I— no.” Miko chuckled nervously at your statement because while that wasn’t the reason she was  frazzled, she did in fact get some fur in her tea due to shedding season. ‘Now is not the time to tell them that. I’ll just cut to the chase.’

“Morning little one, how was last night’s rest?” She hums, walking over to kiss you lightly on the lips. Enjoying your little sigh of satisfaction, she grins and leans forward to kiss you a little deeper, taking notice of how you grew so lost in the kiss, that your eyes fluttered shut in response. ‘Oh…this gives me an idea…’ 

As you broke away from the kiss to catch your breath, Miko suddenly nudged you back so you would start backing up in the direction of her desk. “Ah…Miko, I can walk you know—”

“I know I know…” was her voice getting…sultry? Oh no, you can’t do it here! You’re in her office! Plus, you did it last night already…

“Miko, wait…we can’t…”

Little did you know Miko had bigger plans…

“Mm, don’t worry, little one. I won’t go too hard on you…” She purred and put on her best seductive facade, reaching forward to grasp your left hand gently. “Just relax…and let me take over…” 

As she leaned forward to keep you locked within a deep and passionate kiss, her hands were busy at work as she had no time to spare! Hands grasping over her desk to grab a slip of paper, she slid it over your ring finger, creasing the edge where the ends meet. ‘Perfect. I got it.’

Pulling away from the kiss with a grin, she chuckled at your dazed face and brushed your hair back to tease you, enjoying the way you whined. 

“I got what I needed, thanks for the help little one…”

NINGGUANG

Ningguang is a busy woman, and busy women don’t often have the time to sneak around to get your ring size. While the thought is incredibly charming, she’d rather find your ring size in a rather…flashy, yet secretive kind of way that only a woman like herself could pull off.

What do I mean by flashy? I mean this woman literally went out to buy a ring of every size from the jeweler and gift them all to you in the disguise of a harmless present. An efficient, yet very expensive move as not only will she be able to figure out your size, but she’d be able to figure out what your taste in gemstones was like…

How clever of her. No wonder Ningguang was such a smart woman.

The moment you entered the Jade Chamber, you were surprised when her three secretaries suddenly pulled you over to a room that housed various shining rings with different little gemstones. These small, little gifts were probably worth a fortune to many, leaving you speechless at the sight of your girlfriend smirking in confidence.

“Hello there, dear,” She waved a hand over for you to join her, “Happy early birthday, I picked some presents for you to try…”

You raised a brow at this and chuckled amusingly at her gesture, finding the whole ordeal rather extreme. Though, Ningguang was a very extreme woman, perhaps this wasn’t so out of character for a woman like her… 

“My birthday is in four months,” you giggled, eying the rings with a peculiar curiosity. “Don’t tell me you’re celebrating it this early…”

She laughs and grasps your hand with a clawed finger, lightly scratching at your palms while she leads you to their cases. “I just wish to spoil you a bit, that’s all. You may have all of them if you’d like, but I’d like you to tell me how they feel and what you like about them.”

She smiles innocently. “Just to know what you like in the future.”

Okay, that was a little odd but whatever, it was common for your girlfriend to spoil you in riches whenever she wanted to. While material wealth wasn’t what made you happy in this relationship, Ningguang always seemed to enjoy it as she adored the shocked looks on your face whenever she’d bring you something expensive. 

“A little too loose.”

“I think it’s a little tight.”

She hummed in agreement when you slipped the bejeweled bands over your finger, taking mental notes of what was too small and what was too large. “And the gemstones? Which ones do you like?”

The moment you listed off the kinds of shapes, colors, and more importantly, the size of what you liked, Ningguang finally had it. The perfect ring for you. 

“Thank you my love, your input means wonders for me,” she quickly plants a kiss on your lips as she rushes to head back to “work.” 

“I best be going now, enjoy the gifts. I’ll be back for dinner with your favorite.” You were confused as to why she left in such a hurry, but just assumed she had some work to catch up with. Oh well, you chose to ignore it and go back to placing the rings back in their cases…

…Little did you know, Ningguang was actually not rushing to work, but to the jewelers again.

[spacebarbarianweird]

I really need your earring canons with Astarion. Please! I'm dying for it.

Ok he we go!

Feature: Tav (non-elf)

TW: a litttle bit of suggestive content

Masterlist

Headcanons

Tav has always been fascinated with Astarion's ears. They are so pointy and have a delightful pinkish hue!

She can't resist the temptation to touch them, and one day, she finally gives in to her curiosity.

The first time her fingers brush against his ears, Astarion flinches, making it clear how uncomfortable he is, even though they are in a relationship.

Tav immediately apologizes and scolds herself for crossing his boundaries.

Later in the evening, Astarion puts his head in her lap and timidly asks her to touch his ears.

Tav can't help but giggle, finding his ears irresistibly pointy. "I like your touches," he murmurs.

She smiles and replies, "And I like your ears."

After that, he is much more comfortable with Tav touching him.

Tav often wonders why he never wears any jewelry on his ears. The elves she has seen usually adorned their ears with various accessories, though not piercings or earrings, which would be painful, but ear cuffs in the forms of flowers and stars.

She decides to buy an ear cuff from a jewelry shop.

The shopkeeper, a female elf skilled in crafting beautiful earrings, notices Tav's hesitation and asks directly who the gift is for.

"You know nothing about elven ears, don't you? Your boyfriend should have told you."

The shopkeeper explains that elven ears are the most vulnerable and sensitive parts of their bodies. Even kisses aren't as intimate as touching a lover's ears.

She continues, "Choosing a pair of earrings for an elf is akin to giving a human lingerie as a gift." 

Tav blushes like a teenager.

The shopkeeper keeps describing elven ears as an erogenous zone and how lovers' tender touches on each other's ears were an incredibly blissful experience.

Showing mercy to Tav, the artisan selects a beautiful silver cuff designed for the left ear.

Tav returns to Astarion and presents him with the gift. He asks her to attach the adornment to his ear.

From that moment on, Tav constantly tries to touch his ears as if marking Astarion as hers and only hers. She also continues getting him ear cuffs.

He never puts them on by himself, always waiting for Tav to choose one and put it on for him.

Cuddling, she sometimes playfully nibbles on his pointy ears, savoring the delightful sounds Astarion makes.

Imagine Astarion and Tav standing in a crowded city they are visiting. They discuss their plans while standing as close as possible in a public place, and Tav begins teasingly touching his ears.

Passersby pay little attention, as they know nothing of elven ideas of intimacy. 

But it's like making out behind a thin curtain.

Suddenly, Tav feels a light tap on her back. An elderly elf stands there with his staff, visibly annoyed and angry.

He scolds, "Shameless youth! In my time, no one would have allowed such behavior in public!"

The elderly elf continues to express his disapproval in an old elven dialect to Astarion and then disappears into the crowd.

 "What did he tell you?"

Astarion, lifting Tav into the air, replies, "He said I should have taught you some manners, and we both should find a room. I agree with the second point."

[hmmarble]

HMMARBLEDESİGN - DRAGON+ (2)

Marble Bathroom Sink

When it comes to home design, few materials evoke a sense of luxury and timeless beauty quite like marble. A marble bathroom sink not only serves as a functional wash basin but also elevates the overall aesthetic of your space. The elegance of marble exudes sophistication, turning an ordinary bathroom into a serene oasis.

Marble Bathroom Sink

A marble bathroom sink is not just a functional component of your bathroom; it is a statement piece that adds elegance and luxury. Marble, known for its unique veining and rich texture, brings a timeless charm to any space. When choosing a marble bathroom sink, there are several factors to consider to ensure it complements your bathroom design.

First, consider the style of your bathroom. Whether you are going for a modern, classic, or rustic look, a marble sink can fit seamlessly into any theme. The color palette of the marble also matters; white and cream marbles can lend a fresh and airy feel, while darker hues can create a dramatic effect.

Maintenance is another important aspect to consider. While marble sinks are stunning, they do require some care to maintain their beauty. Regular sealing and careful cleaning will help prevent stains and etching, keeping your sink looking pristine over the years.

Installation is another key consideration. Marble is heavier than other materials, so ensure that your cabinet and plumbing can support your chosen marble bathroom sink. Consultation with a professional can help you navigate this aspect of your renovation.

Ultimately, a marble bathroom sink is an investment in both aesthetics and functionality. By choosing the right type, color, and maintenance plan, you can enjoy the beauty of marble in your bathroom for years to come.

Wash Basin Sink

A wash basin sink is an essential fixture in any bathroom, offering both functionality and style. When selecting a wash basin sink, it is important to consider various factors such as size, design, and material.

One popular choice among homeowners is the marble bathroom sink. Known for its elegance and durability, marble sinks can elevate the aesthetic of your bathroom. Their unique veining patterns ensure that no two sinks are alike, providing a one-of-a-kind centerpiece for your space.

When choosing a wash basin sink, you will encounter various types including undermount, vessel, and pedestal sinks. Each design has its own benefits and can enhance the overall look of your bathroom. For instance, vessel sinks are often mounted on top of the countertop, making them a stylish option that complements modern decor.

Aside from aesthetics, the wash basin sink should also offer practical features. Consider looking for a model with easy-to-clean surfaces and a design that accommodates your bathing and grooming needs. The right choice will not only enhance your bathroom’s style but also improve daily usage.

In terms of installation, make sure to consult with a professional if you are unsure. Proper installation of your wash basin sink will ensure that it functions efficiently and lasts for many years to come.

Lastly, don't forget to incorporate additional features such as stylish faucets and accessories that complement your wash basin sink and add to the overall design of your bathroom.

Ancient Roman Baths

The Ancient Roman Baths were an essential aspect of Roman culture, reflecting the importance of hygiene, social interaction, and relaxation in ancient society. These baths, also known as thermae, were large public bathing complexes that served as a social hub for citizens of all classes.

Typically, the layout of a Roman bath included a series of rooms with varying temperatures and functions. The caldarium (hot bath) heated the water through a sophisticated system of hypocaust, allowing steam to rise and warm the space. Next to it was the tepidarium (warm bath), which served as a transitional room, and the frigidarium (cold bath), where bathers would plunge into cooler waters to invigorate their bodies.

In addition to hygiene, these baths featured amenities such as libraries, gymnasiums, and gardens, encouraging a sense of community and leisure. Romans often visited to socialize, conduct business, or simply enjoy the art and architecture that adorned these luxurious facilities. The decorative mosaics and grand columns were not only functional but also represented the wealth and sophistication of the society.

The significance of the Ancient Roman Baths can also be seen in their architectural innovation. The Romans mastered the use of concrete and arches, allowing for grand open spaces and intricate designs. These structures have inspired modern spa designs, embodying the idea of relaxation and wellness.

Despite their popularity, the fall of the Roman Empire led to the decline of these spectacular sites. Many were repurposed, and their intricate plumbing systems fell into disrepair. However, remnants of these ancient baths still surface in archaeological sites, offering a glimpse into a fascinating aspect of Roman life.

Today, while we may not indulge in the same communal bathing practices, the legacy of the Ancient Roman Baths endures. Their emphasis on hygiene and social engagement continues to influence how we design our own spaces for relaxation and community interaction.

[aventoru]

photobooth

“look satoru! a photo booth!” you say as you drag your boyfriend towards the booth in the street.

you two are leisurely walking when you spotted a photo booth nearby. what better way to spend time with your cute boyfriend? you’ve always wanted both of you to take pretty pics, and now you’ve finally gotten the chance.

“are you that desperate to take pics with me? i mean, i know i’m hot but—“ you smack gojo on his arm, which he dismisses with a laugh. “shush and go choose your accessories,” you scan the array of accessories displayed.

gojo begins skimming through as well, trying on various headbands, glasses, and even costumes. eventually, you two settle for a simpler yet cute style, sporting matching bunny headbands.

you enter the room, the pink background highlighting both your features. (should you be thankful it’s not grey, washing out gojo’s hair?) you both stand facing the machine, choosing the photo booth settings. you look through the frames and styles, opting for a simple vertical black frame with 4 pictures.

“right satoru,” you say as you insert the corresponding bills into the machine, “what poses should we do?”

“hmm,” he ponders, scrolling through pinterest for inspiration. after a few more seconds, he looks up, turning his phone screen for you to see. “something like this maybe?”

“yeah, i also found some more poses on pinterest,” you show him your findings as well.

you both nod, agreeing on the poses for the 8 pictures you were allowed to take. but your gut feeling tells you that gojo is spontaneous (and crazy) anyway, so there’s no point in planning beforehand. and unsurprisingly, you’re right.

the result is nowhere near what it looks like on pinterest.

the first one was…decent. you two choose the most basic pose: a peace sign. it’s simple enough, but with satoru, you never know. the next five pictures are cute as well. with you both executing a variety of cute couple poses, from making joined hearts to posing as spies.

for the seventh one, he decides to hug you from behind and put his chin on the top of your head (ugh tall people). he knows this level of intimacy is unplanned. but he’s sure you’ve gotten used to it by now considering how he’s all over you every time you both get the tiniest bit of privacy. and sure, you do return his affections, but it’s obvious who’s the more touchy one between you. and unsurprisingly, this time you stayed still as well, not moving even an inch from your spot. what he doesn’t know was that you have a surprise planned for him in the last frame.

you two are posing, your faces right next to each other, cheeks touching and eyes smiling. just at the last moment, you grab his face, turn, and kiss him on the cheek. looking at his reflection on the screen, you can see his eyes widen for a split second. yet his surprise quickly morphs into satisfaction as he closes his eyes and smiles contently, leaning into your touch. the camera successfully captures the sweet surprise you gave him.

two minutes later, you two exit the photo booth, printed pictures all sleeved up in your hands. “so, are you finally returning my affections?” he tries to act nonchalant. but you can see the obvious skip in his step. “no, i just did it for the cute couple aesthetic,” you shrug, trying to play it cool. “yeah sure, i believe you,” he dismisses your excuse with a smirk.

“no, you don’t understand,” you grab his collar and pull him down to eye level, “i would do anything for a good pic. so don’t get the wrong idea.”

gojo contemplates whether or not he should point out your reddened cheeks to contradict your statement. but he decides to keep quiet for now, there will be other times to embarrass you anyway.