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natimiles · 2 months

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Always (Levi x reader)

Summary: Levi was accustomed to solitude, grappling with his fears alone. Not anymore.

Words: 798

Tags: hurt/comfort; Levi looking down at himself; cuddling; a little fluffy; newly dating; no pronouns specified for reader.

Notes: I just wanted to cuddle my sea serpent demon 🥹🤲🏻🤍

His room is always quiet when he’s sleeping, with only the aquarium buzzing in the background. His blue lights are always illuminating the floating jellyfish, giving them a haunting look. His bathtub is always full of blankets, comfortable enough for him and his Ruri pillow. His things are always smelling like the ocean, a scent that soothes and comforts him. And he is always alone there.

However, things are different this morning.

His nostrils catch a scent that isn’t the usual, but somehow does an even better job of keeping him calm. Stirring, he feels something holding him firmly. Frowning, he peeks one eye open and notices it’s definitely not his Ruri pillow he’s clutching. Blinking the sleep away, he looks down and catches sight of you.

He’s lying on his back, holding you while you’re almost on top of him, embracing him tightly. His tail is even wrapped around one of your legs. What the—

Memories suddenly flood his brain.

Oh.

Right.

You slept in his room with him, calming his anxiety and helping him… Again. He sighs, remembering the sorry excuse of a demon he was the night before. He rubs his hand over his face, both ashamed and sleepy, and tries to move.

“You won’t leave me here,” your soft voice rings around the bathtub. So low, but somehow so powerful.

“A-ah!” He jolts, accidentally holding you closer in his surprise. “Y-you’re awake!”

“Good morning,” you chuckle, lifting your head to lean your chin on his chest and look at his flustered face.

“Morning,” he mumbles.

You’re still intently looking at him, and he’s already embarrassed enough. He tries to bring his hand to his face, so he can hide as he always does, but you intercept it and lace your fingers together. He pouts and tries to avert your gaze by looking at his ceiling and the jellyfishes hanging there.

However, you won’t accept it. You shimmy your body up, bringing your face to the same level as his and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. He blushes harder and looks at you from the corner of his eye.

“Don’t hide from me,” you whisper. You bring your hands, still intertwined together, to your lips, placing a soft kiss there too. “You have no reason to hide. And don’t think poorly of yourself.”

Levi wants to disagree. He wants to argue and say he has lots of reasons to hide, that he doesn’t deserve you, that you should go and leave him alone already. You should stop wasting your time with a pathetic demon like him.

But then you use your linked hands to nudge his chin and make him look at you, and everything he’s always thought about himself slowly subsides.

You have such a loving expression on your face.

Your lips wear that beautiful smile he loves, one that reaches your eyes and makes them squint softly. Your cheek is marked from sleep; he can see the line his pajama shirt left on it — but it doesn’t look painful, and he could say you look even more beautiful.

You bring your linked hands to your lips again, and he sees your perfect nails, matching his own, painted in his colors by yourself when you did both his and yours last night in an attempt to distract him from the self-deprecating thoughts.

“I-I’ll try not to…” he mutters under his breath. You give him a look, and he fumbles with his words in the next second. “I-I… w-won’t… I won’t.”

“Good,” you smile. “I won’t let anyone look down on my lovely boyfriend, and that includes you.” You poke his chest teasingly.

“Alright,” he sighs, and he’s sure even his sigh sounds smitten right now.

Leaning down, you kiss his lips softly.

He emits a startled hum, widening his eyes. “W-w-warn me first!”

“I love you, Levi,” you whisper, and he swears he sees hearts in your eyes. “I’m gonna kiss you again.”

“I c-changed my mind, it’s worse when you warn me,” he stumbles on his words.

That makes you laugh heartily, and he doesn’t have much time to stare in awe at you because you’re kissing him again in the next second.

His room was always quiet when he was sleeping, now he has your steady breaths to listen to. His blue lights were always illuminating the floating jellyfishes, now they reflect into your beautiful, bright eyes. His bathtub was always full of blankets, comfortable enough for him and his Ruri pillow, now it has you and your warmth. His things were always smelling like the ocean, now they’re impregnated with your smell, one that works wonders to keep him grounded.

He was always alone there.

He isn’t anymore, and never will be again.

He will always have you now.

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colourstreakgryffin · 9 months

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Hey! How have you been? Hopefully good.

I have a question if you don't mind. Can you do a Yandere Obanai, Sanemi, Giyu, and Yoriichi with a reader who's Tiana like? Like, she makes A LOT of food from around the world and even admits that she will marry a man if he eats large portions of her food?

Sorry if I made it too demanding or extra. Please feel free to ignore if you want!

Oh my actual sweet jeebus, YES! I LOVE Tiana! She is my favourite Disney Princess! I’m totally doing this! A little tough but I hope you like it!

Yandere! Iguro Obanai

Obanai was attracted to you from the beginning by your hardworking and dedicated mindframe. You think the same he does in the sense of loyalty to the Corp and he appreciates it from a fellow Hashira

You’re independent and you get shit done more often then most. Obanai values a woman who can care for herself like you do so he tries to get closer to you, fixated on his admiration crush

His hidden Yandere senses kick in when you begin spending more time with him as opposed to the other Hashira. You must like him if you want to spend time with him, especially with how “I am a strong woman” you are

His obsession with being around you grows rapidly as you start showing off your cooking skills to him with pride. He is beyond impressed by how fast you can mince mushrooms, and he is the one who’s good with a katana.

You’ll marry a man who will eat large portions of your food? Suddenly, Obanai has a appetite that can rival Mitsuri’s. Suddenly, he is taking lots of portions that he can’t finish. Suddenly, he is asking you to triple your cooking for him and Kaburamaru

Obanai spends lots of time learning how to cook so he can impress you with his skills. You’ll ignore all the other Hashira and fall in love with him if he can cook just as good as you, right? Your praises over his attempts has his head spinning

Obanai may love you dearly but he is not above striping away your freedom and independence to keep you at the Serpent Estate. He loves you too much to let you wonder around Japan without him

Yandere! Shinazugawa Sanemi

Sanemi doesn’t often get to see such amazing people like you, ones who can work so hard and offer such greatness to the table. He is intrigued by you at the start by your overall feel

You’re mentally-strong and you don’t take shit from anybody as you know exactly who are you. A woman with your traits is a woman Sanemi will always have eyes for. Somebody he can work with, not for

After some time, the Yandere corruption begins when you decide to ask him for training, over the eight other Hashira, and it tricks his rotting mind into thinking you like him back. That you want him as your man, despite your ways

His maddening obsession gets all the more intense when you begin teaching him how to properly cook, as he isn’t as good as you. By just adding a few drops of spices, you’ve magically fixed the gumbo and he is amazed by your almost otherworldly skills

You’ll marry a man who will eat large portions of your food? Sanemi is already the first one in line to try your dishes, the only one to overstuff himself with much food until your pleased with him. He will do whatever is necessary, even expand his appetite to ensure you’ll recuperate feelings

Sanemi simply enjoys watching you cook, he doesn’t want to learn how to himself. He merely just wants to watch you work and internally obsess over your expressions, your dedication, your efforts. All of it is so beautiful to him and worthy of protection

Sanemi, like Obanai, does not mind taking you away from the world and keeping you semi-locked up in his Estate so you’ll only be his. Yes, it does hurt him seeing how angry and upset you are but his possessive love for you outweighs it

Yandere! Tomioka Giyuu

Giyuu knows that people like you are beyond rare. A wonderfully beautiful woman with so much wits and experience under her sleeves and bravery to defend herself. He may try to avoid you but he really likes the look of you overall

Despite how uptight you are with your work, you are polite towards everybody you talk with and you are very intelligent over your swordsman and cooking skills. Giyuu may not have much people in his life but he views you as somebody quite special with your personality

Even though, Giyuu kept pushing back on you wanting to become his friend. He, no longer can, stop his vile feelings from overwhelming him and moulding into a horribly dangerous obsession over you and your incredible cooking skills. You can balance so many trays of food with little issue and it really impresses him

A deep powerful strike of Yandere hits him, the longer you want to spend time with him and grows a originally innocent crush on you. Everytime you decide to listen to him and laugh at his remarks, his mind concepts your reactions as a sign of your hidden mutual love for him

You’ll marry a man who will eat large portions of your food? Giyuu happily asks you to cook him lots of and lots of lunches for him, in which he has no clue how’ll he finish. He gets such a ravenous appetite for your delicious dishes and forces them down as he’ll be able to have your hand in marriage

Giyuu loves doing everything he can to help you with your cooking and your dream of opening up your restaurant. He’ll clean all the dishes and gather ingredients for you. As long as your happy and appreciative, he will bend over backwards for you

Giyuu can’t bring himself to hurt you and take away your rights so he simply continues to trick and manipulate you so you’ll spend more time with him then anybody else. So, you feel like he knows you better than everybody else

Yandere! Tsugikuni Yorichii

Yoriichi has never seen a woman being a Samurai, but the moment he gets to meet, his emotionless heart is struck by a sense of strong love. You’re so steady, stable and assured with your capabilities, you don’t let the sexist views of Japan stop you from being a Samurai

Your blaring ambition and imaginative nature is, for sure, intriguing and pretty towards the strongest demon slayer in this world. Yoriichi appreciates having a woman who has the skills to pay the bills and the ability to ensure no demon can hurt her

His view simply goes from having a cute admiration crush on you to having a lunacy-inducing obsession over you, such a talented amazing person. Whilst he hasn’t gotten to see your elegance outside of your Samurai duty, but when he sees your sparkly silky light blue kimono for the special celebration party and his heart explodes. You’re just so beautiful, he can’t help but praise you

How a single mighty Yandere sense taking control of him ruined his whole world. You appreciate his respect towards you so you spend all your time around him, that destroys his ability to process your friendship properly, thinking that you adore him as much as he adores you

You’ll marry a man who will eat large portions of your food? Yoriichi becomes such a gluttonous for your cooking and requests as many dishes off you as humanely possible, even though, he has no chance to finish all of them. If you will accept his proposal for him enjoying your dishes is feeding into his delusional fantasies about you

Yoriichi has zero luck in the kitchen but he is always eager for you to teach him what to do so he doesn’t burn his food to ashes. He simply loves the way you praise his attempts and pat his back friendly, your attention upon him has his twisted heart flipping in delight

Yoriichi doesn’t want to break your heart and kidnap you so he, instead, begins scaring away all the people in your life behind your back. One at a time until you’ll be willingly to move in with him

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ariellewm · 7 months

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Prince Czar Agskaga: Hypnosis Headcanon

Authors Note:

!! Warning !! If you are uncomfortable with Naga's, snakes, hypnosis, coiling, etc this may not be for you.

My Naga character is also consensual when it comes to using his ability. I figured I would try out showcasing what his hypnosis is like as I've never written anything like this out before.

Prince Czar Agskaga profile can be found HERE for a more descriptive idea of what he looks like.

Czar is the kind of Naga that does not overwhelm those he puts under his hypnotic gaze. He is consensual on the matter in helping others with sleeping, stress, anxiety, etc. He isn't like the other Naga's/Nagi's that possess the person as Czar is uncomfortable doing such a thing.

He likes to get to know the female sapien (human) he finds he fancies. Czar will bring them his special Amber Lily tea, serve them like the gentleman (or gentle serpent) he is.

He'll give you nicknames, ones that will keep you blushing. Dear, darling, sweet thing, angel, precious, vixen, princess (even if they aren't one), etc. Czar amuses himself by your cute expressions as he teases you by those names.

He understands there are some that are uneasy about their kind. He'll try his best to make them comfortable around him.

And he can definitely tell when someone is in distress or exhausted. Dark circles under their eyes, unbalanced stance, the dizziness. He'll call you out (not in a rude way of course).

"My dear, you look ssso tired. Have you been getting enough sssleep?"

That deep, sultry voice of his along with his charms can easily get to you. The topic in helping you bring solace to your troubles with the power of a Naga's hypnosis comes up. He'll ask, consensually, if you're willing to try it to help you relax and give you the rest you need.

If you aren't afraid of his black and red, golden saddle pattern coils, he will definitely use them. Naga's have heavy coils, therefore, he tries to limit how much of his body to put on you.

He'll start from the bottom. Sliding over your legs, gently coiling around the calves, thighs, hips and waist. Your arms are free, but he'll ask if you want to be completely coiled. If so, the arms are tucked in, his tail gliding over your chest and shoulders. The end of his tail will either rest loosely around the neck or perhaps pet/brush your hair back.

The coolness of his scales relaxes the body, tingling your stiff muscles. He doesn't like coiling too tightly. Just lightly squeezing and releasing, enabling you to still breathe properly.

Sometimes the Naga Prince will massage their shoulders, neck, and especially the temples. It's the easiest way to get anyone to deeply relax. He'll chuckle at your dazed expression as he massages your temples and cheeks.

His eyes will slowly become aglow as he continues to coil you. You look deeply into his lovely crimson, ruby like eyes. You see fire. A gentle roaring fire dances before you...

"That'sss it...look deeper into the fire. Relaxxx, let your mind become blank." He purrs, brushing a strain of your hair behind your ear.

Shyly you attempt to turn away to only have him bring your attention back to his gaze. "My dear, don't look away from me now *chuckles with a hiss*."

Czar will continue to massage that stiff shoulder of yours, rub your temples in pleasant soothing circles. He'll softly squeeze you, bringing his hands (or the tip of his tail) to lift that sweet chin of yours, preventing you from looking away.

He'll tease you with words, hissing into your ears. "Awww, how adorable. Wasss that a yawn just now? *Chuckle* Sssuch lovely eyesss you have."

Your mind will start to become blank. Your body is more relaxed than it's ever been. You can't look away from the dancing glowing fire before you. A satisfying sigh escapes as you melt into his comforting coils of his.

He won't leave you alone once you're completely under the hypnosis. Oh no he absolutely would hate that. Leaving such a beautiful angel in the coils of a Naga dazed and alone...no that won't do.

Czar will tell you stories, stories of old and myth. He has much knowledge about Zarth and his ancestors he'll gladly tell. Perhaps Czar will continue with his studies about The Crystals of Peace or read a book. Looking over the Naga will check on you, squeeze you in a tender manner while you remain hypnotized and comfortable.

At random times Czar will ask his relaxed angel a favor. Maybe he'll make you grab a book he's been seeking from the grand library, bring him sweets (he did this quite a bit as a teen back at the Amber Palace), or bring forth a person of interest.

If he is helping someone fall asleep, his hypnosis will go even deeper.

His glowing eyes dance even more. Czar will soothe you, shush you if you try to speak. "No more talk, darling. Only ressst." His cool tail brushes over your dazed face. Teasing words from that deep voice of his. Sometimes he'll even hum you a song, bringing you ever so deeper into slumber.

"Ssso soft and warm under my coilsss. *Chuckles* Oh? *Hiss* Do I see a blusssh forming? Perhapsss I ssshould kisssss it better, my dear?"

Czar will kiss your forehead, your cheeks, your brow (never on the lips) to bring you deeper and deeper.

Your eyes will begin to have a very hard time staying open. His rubbing on those temples of yours, that deep echoey tone in his voice that seemed to surround you.

"Sssleep, my dear. You dessserve thisss ressst. Sssleep, and dream. Sssleep, and ressst. I ssshall wake you in a while."

Your fluttering eyes shut at the sound of his gentle words. Deep sleep taking over you. Sleeping in tranquility and comfort of the Naga Prince.

And again he won't leave you alone as you slumber. Most likely Czar will take a nap next to you as well or perhaps continue reading his books.

You'll either find yourself back in your quarters or loosely coiled by the Naga Prince. Refreshed, you feel like you can take on the day with the amount of good sleep you've gotten from His Illustrious Eminence.

Czar asks if you've gotten enough sleep or how you are feeling. Czar, being the teasing snake he is, will stop you from leaving...coiling your ankle before letting you go. Or perhaps you'd like to go through the process all over again, which he wouldn't mind (if he didn't have royal duties to perform or study).

Artwork of Czar Agskaga done by @wyyvernn

#fantasy #fantasy writer #naga oc #original character #theworldofzarth #OC Czar Agskaga #coils of the naga #naga male #naga x reader #hypnosis #headcanon #naga x human #prince oc #male naga #sfw #naga hypnosis

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aziraphales-library · 11 months

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Hello! I love what you do here! Your blog has been my number one guide to find good fanfics!

I wanted to ask if you could help me here. I recently read a fanfic with naga!crowley who was in some tower he couldn’t get out and he wasn’t himself. Azi found him there. It sounded very cool but had quite a bit adult content. I feel rather uncomfortable with sutch thing and wanted to know if there are any other fics with the same idea but no adult content and please no human AU’s. could you help me with that? Already a big thank you for this blog <3

Hi! Your description gives fairytale/fantasy vibes, so I hope these are the kind of fics you were after...

A Demon's Guide to Love and Curses by cyankelpie (G)

(Crowley has been cursed by a witch, cut off from his powers, and trapped in serpent form. Only a True Love’s Kiss can restore him to his former self. There’s just one problem: demons can’t fall in love.)

“So what’s your plan?” Crowley said at last, sounding resigned. “You want me to ssslither into town, find some random human, and see if I can fall in love with them? And get them to fall for me?”

“Goodness, no. That would never work.” Aziraphale crossed the floor and pulled his cloak off the coat stand. “My plan is to take you into town, and then, together, we’ll find someone for you to court.”

The Prince and the Serpent by IneffableDoll (G)

The witch’s expression was downright evil. “You’ve heard of True Love’s Kiss, haven’t you?” Anthony stared at her. If he’d had eyebrows instead of being a snake, they’d have touched his hairline. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” ~ This is a magical rom-com about an idiot besotted snake and an idiot besotted prince very loosely inspired by The Princess and the Frog, what do you want from me?

The prince and the snake by Lost_In_Wonderland12 (G)

The kingdom of gold got a prophecy long ago about the youngest child of the king weilding a flaming sword and the king waited expectantly for this child for years until finally the worthy one was born. His last child, Aziraphale, his knight. Fast forward to years later after the death of the king, his oldest son Gabriel has since taken the throne and has no hopes for his youngest brother. That is until a cursed man, a sorcerer if you will, with snake like eyes starts becoming a slight problem. He messes with the roads, terrorizes children, sets snakes loose in barns, and Gabriel does not like him one bit.

So he asks for an audience with the snakelike man who asks for something unusual in return for staying out of trouble. A companion, and a willing one at that. No one steps forward except for Prince Aziraphale, who is whisked away with the promise that he can visit. What will come of this?

A Familiar Bond by ChubbstheFish (T)

There is a reason witches are warned not to summon demons. The sleepy town of Tadfield was supposed to be peaceful, a town full of witches practicing their craft without worry of outside persecution. At least it was until someone let a demon loose. But local bookshop owner and garden enthusiast Aziraphale doesn't really care about all that nonsense, not when he has just acquired a new friend and companion in the shape of a Familiar. Crowley just wanted to head back home. But that's getting harder to do now that he's gone and gotten attached to a certain witch, which is bad since he does not want the pure-hearted man to be corrupted by his mere presence.

The Rose and the Serpent by Atalan (M)

AU, retelling of “Beauty and the Beast”. Quite honestly, sending Aziraphale off into the forest to be held hostage by a giant snake in a cursed castle isn’t even the worst thing Gabriel’s ever done to him, and at least it means a change of scene. But then neither the snake nor the castle turn out to be quite what he’s expecting…

Choose Your Princes Wisely by ZehWulf (T)

“There’s an enchanted castle West in the Hellian slopes, and apparently it comes with a prince looking for a bride or bridegroom to free him from a dark fae’s curse.”

“I see,” Aziraphale says finally, when he realizes both Gabriel and Uriel are staring at him expectantly. “You want me to marry a beast?”

Gabriel's mouth flattens. “I want you to take this gods’ blessed opportunity to secure your family’s future for good."

Aziraphale is a professional quest hero who just wants to sit by the fire and read a book, if his overbearing family will ever let him; Crowley is a serpent demon who needs a gullible hero he can con into gathering some critical ingredients for a human corporation spell. Hijinks and a lot of terribly inconvenient feelings ensue.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #fantasy au #alternative universe: fantasy #fairytale #snake crowley #naga crowley #mod d

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thrashkink-coven · 3 months

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More adventures with Father Lucifer and Lord Leviathan.

Okay let me just say first and foremost, wow. These spirits are potent. Lord Leviathan is so responsive and conversational it’s amazing. I see him now in every wisp of smoke, in every drop of water, in every serpent and flame. He’s everywhere, never stagnant, constantly moving, destroying and creating. I love him.

Yesterday I expressed to him that I really wanted to wear something devotional for him, something I can look at that will always remind me of his lessons. Not 5 damn seconds later he showed me this beautiful snake skin arm band. I immediately felt his energy.

He was very very active in my dreams last night. Popping up with Prince Cerberus to teach me the principles of darkness. I slept so well and I feel so vibrant today. There is much to be learned in the void.

Thank you infinitely Lord Leviathan, and thank you Prince Cerberus. I am excited to learn so much more alongside you. Ave Lord Lucifer and thank you so much for inviting these magnificent spirits into my life. 🔱

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slytherinsallows · 10 days

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In The Shadow Of Serpents: Chapter 4

A/N: I finally made a tag list so please lmk if you’d like to be added! ❤️ Tysm for the support so far on this fic, I love writing it!

Make sure to read the previous chapter here

Warnings for this chapter: graphic description of blood

With that, let’s begin!

Chapter 4: The Serpent’s Nest

Mc yawned as she woke up in her familiar room of requirement, but in an unfamiliar yet welcome embrace. Ominis looked just like an angel as he slept, happy and content to be holding her in this way finally, a little gratified sigh escaping his lips now and then.

The girl could not believe how blind she had been to his beauty. She ran his silky soft blonde locks through her fingers like sand, head placed on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

She smiled. This didn’t feel like how it did waking up with Sebastian at all… There was a buzz she felt in her veins that wasn’t there before, and when he had touched her…she couldn’t deny the electricity any longer.

“Mc?” Ominis spoke, instinctively feeling for her and pulling her closer.

“I’m here Ominis” she replied, looking lovingly into his soft blind eyes.

The slytherin smiled and began to stroke her hair, internally wanting to pinch himself to check this was all actually happening .

“This… doesn’t feel real” he sighed.

Just lay there, absorbing her sweet sugary scent, was enough to bring the boy a lifetime of happiness. They didn’t speak until they had to, just enjoying each other’s touch, not wanting to enter back into reality.

But this was, in fact, real. And soon enough they would have to face the world again.

To face Sebastian, again.

Ominis breaks the silence as much as his body tries to refuse.

“We need to go to breakfast dear” he sighs, begrudgingly.

Mc nodded slowly, reluctantly, gripping the Gaunt’s robes tighter in her fist.

“I suppose…so”

Suddenly her sad eyes brightened with an idea.

“You could sleep here from now on. You know…In my room of requirement.” She suggests, biting her lip in apprehension.

Ominis’ blind eyes go wide at her words, not expecting her to say such a thing so quickly. This was already very improper indeed, and he knew that in the back of his mind, two students sleeping in bed together, somewhere unsanctioned…

It was all very… scandalous.

“Are you certain my dear?” His cheeks flush at her proposition, trying to disguise the fact that there was a swarm of butterflies all over his body.

The girl nods enthusiastically.

“I can always conjure you a second bed if you’d prefer-“

Ominis shakes his head dramatically. Both let out a small genuine laugh in unison before going to get ready for the day and heading to the great hall.

When they arrived, Sebastian was sat on his own, piercing dark eyes fixated on the two, watching their every move. If looks could kill, Mc and Ominis would be dead a thousand times over by now, just from this morning.

The boy’s glare was icy, brows knotted and furrowed together in distaste and anger, fist clenching his spoon at the mere thought of the two together.

Sebastian shook his head and broke eye contact with his ex lover, instead suddenly having a deep interest in the bottom of his cereal bowl.

Mc touched Ominis’ shoulder softly.

“He looks angry.” Mc whispered in the blonde’s ear, trying her hardest not to look back at the other end of the table.

Ominis nodded, clearly biting back some kind of feeling. Like he couldn’t express his words somehow.

“Let him be. We tried to help him” He said finally, choking the words out. It was then that Mc realised that this must’ve been the first morning in years Ominis had spent in the absence of Sebastian. The two had always been as thick as thieves, and Ominis was struggling to swallow the fact their friendship was now over.

Suddenly it had all just hit him like a bludger to the head.

Ominis slowly reached for Mc’s hand under the table, finding it and squeezing it gently in reassurance.

“It’ll all be alright my dear.” He whispered softly as everyone evacuated the hall for lessons. Mc breaks a smile. Despite absolutely nothing seeming alright, the way Ominis said it made her feel a sense of safety she hadn’t felt before. The boy had always had a way with words, being as well spoken as he was, but even when he said little to nothing, there was a warmness in his reassurance that you couldn’t find anywhere else…

Ominis sighed as he was forced to return to class as usual, resistant to wake up to his reality after spending the night holding Mc.

The two waved goodbye reluctantly, trudging off to their respective lessons…

Sharing a class with Sebastian that morning was like treading into the serpents nest, once and for all.

And Ominis didn’t feel like testing the snake’s bite if he was honest. Henceforth, the two continued to ignore each other’s existence.

It was the only time Ominis felt blessed to be blind, for at least he didn’t have to avoid any uncomfortable eye contact or glares…

Despite the lesson dragging slightly, and potions was always going to drag for Ominis, they got through it unscathed, and without breaking their silence.

Thank Merlin.

Ominis decided that now was a good opportunity for him to grab his belongings from the Slytherin dormitories, as he had a free period coming up. Plus the sooner he removed himself from Sebastian’s poisonous atmosphere, the sooner he’d start to heal.

Pulling out his wand, he navigated his way down to the dorms, gathering his stuff hastily, when his strong senses stopped him dead in his tracks.

It had to be a coincidence…

“Mc?” Ominis called out softly, confused as to why she’d be here, at the male dormitories…

The silence echoed back at him, escalating his confusion.

No, he knew that scent anywhere. That was her scent.

Ominis’ face turned ghostly pale as he realised what it must be.

Sure enough, there on Sebastian’s bed, sat an Amortentia potion.

‘The most powerful love potion in the world’, Ominis echoed Professor Sharp’s words from the previous lesson in absolute horror, trying to collect himself, trying to deny this was happening.

The honeyed scent of sugar and flowers, Mc’s amortentia, swirled around the room agonisingly as Ominis put the pieces together.

His blood was about to boil over as he heard that familiar accent enter the room.

Sebastian appears at the doorway, a thick smirk pasted on his lips.

“Snooping through my stuff Ominis? I thought you were above that” Sebastian taunts, stepping firmly into the room.

“Step away from me, I demand you.” Ominis snaps, heart beating at an alarming rate, his hand holding his wand beginning to tremble slightly.

“From that I gather we do have something else in common after all.” Sebastian says, picking up the potion from the bed, tracing his long fingers along the glass vial torturously.

“You will never make her drink that. Not as long as I’m here. Destroy it now.” Ominis tried to remain calm as he listened out for the brunette’s next moves, ready to duel if he needed to.

Ominis couldn’t wait any longer, taking a gamble he guessed and aimed for the potion, smashing it out of the boy’s hands, glass shattering into a million tiny shards on the floor, the sickly smell of sugar suffocating the room.

Sebastian pants, clutching his hand, a thick gash appearing across his skin and pouring blood.

“I wasn’t going to bloody use it!” He shouts at the blind boy, that unbreakable anger appearing once again.

“Right, so you just made it to taunt at me?” Ominis scoffed.

“Or to threaten me and Mc?”

Sebastian whimpered slightly at his cut, before letting his adrenaline take over again. “I knew you two were sleeping together! I made it in a moment of weakness” Sebastian admits, resorting to wrapping his tie round his hand to slow the bleeding.

“I wanted her to choose me.” He groans.

“Do you love her?”

The blind boy waits for a reply.

“Of course I love her”

“Or were you just using her like you’ve tried to use me?” Ominis questions.

Sebastian gives a cryptic smile.

“I’ve loved her harder, and longer than you ever could”

Ominis looks furious.

“What sick and twisted version of love do you have to offer her?”

Ominis slams the door behind him, making an internal vow to leave Sebastian Sallow behind for good…

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msweebyness · 1 month

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Miraculous Barbie: (Non-Platonic) Diamond Castle, with JuleRose

And here we are, the final installment of my Barbie movie adaptation series, with Juleka and Rose as our leads! @imsparky2002 @artzychic27

“A miracle starts whenever you dream!”

CAST:

Rose Lavillant as Liana

Juleka Couffaine as Alexa

Felix Fathom & Adrien Agreste as Jeremy & Ian

Mindy Blumberg as Melody

Daizzi as Sparkles

Roarr as Lily

Nadja Chamack as Lydia

Alec Cataldi as Slyder

Clara Nightingale & Vivica as Dori & Phaedra

And so our story begins…

Far away, in a time long past, in a lovely little cottage in the forest, there lived two girls. Juleka and Rose were their names, and they were deeply in love. They had a beautiful garden that supplied their income by selling the flowers in the village, and they absolutely loved to sing together, their voices blending perfectly in harmony.

One day, as they were tending to their garden, Rose spots something in the stream, and calls Juleka over to look. On the rocky riverbed rest two shining stones of a pinkish-white hue, each in the shape of a perfect heart. They fish them out of the water and decide to make matching necklaces out of them.

But at that moment, the wind starts to pick up and thunder cracks. Almost supernaturally fast, a storm moves in and the two girls run for their house. The storm is strong and fierce, lasting throughout the night, but the girlfriends keep each other’s spirits up by singing together. Rose also presents Juleka with the heart stones, which she turned into matching necklaces.

The next morning when the storm had passed, they exit their house and find their garden completely destroyed. Wood splintered and petals strewn everywhere. Dejected, they try to salvage as much as they can, knowing they’ll have to be tight with money this year, even if they sell all the flowers that survived.

As she often does, Juleka expresses her desire that they could be better off in their living situation, but Rose cheers her up with a few jokes and they head into town. On the way, they come across an old woman who looks absolutely starving, and Rose gives her the food she intended to have for lunch. In return, the woman gifts her an old hand mirror, which while tarnished, is quite ornate and beautiful.

When they’ve returned home, Juleka counts the money they managed to make while Rose cleans the hand mirror, which is revealed to be solid gold with beautiful jewel flowers, making her feel guilty about accepting it from the woman, who likely didn’t know she had something so valuable.

After having their breakfast, they go outside and set to work repairing their garden, singing the songs they’ve written together as always. But on this day, something unusual happens, as they reach the chorus the second time…a third voice joins them! The two girls pause for a moment, only to begin singing again, and again, the new voice joins in. And it seems to be coming from Rose’s basket, in which she had placed the mirror….

Deciding to investigate, they begin singing again, and follow the voice, opening the basket’s lid…to see a girl, singing with them in the mirror. They ask the two girls to sing the song again, and they compliment her on her voice. But when Juleka and Rose ask for their name, the girl suddenly panics and insists that she is nobody and to forget they ever saw her before disappearing. Not wanting her to leave, Juleka and Rose begin singing again, and she can’t resist joining in. Rose asks her not leave, and they say they won’t, because this is too much fun!

But many miles away, in a foreboding cave full of dark magic, a serpent named Alec sees the horn on his head begin to glow, a sign that someone who’s been hiding from his mistress for a long time has made an appearance! Just at that moment, said mistress, Nadja enters with a bombastic musical number about her plans for conquest, berating Alec when he interrupts her with his applause. Alec tells her that he sensed Mindy, the muse apprentice singing somewhere and Nadja immediately sends him to find her, because they have something Nadja needs…

Back at the cottage, the three girls are still having fun singing together. Mindy introduces herself after they do the same. Juleka asks if she has a song she’d like to sing, and Mindy teaches the two their favorite song (see linked song at the bottom). But as they’re singing, Mindy spots Alec in the sky, panicking and yelling that they need to hide. Juleka and Rose race with the mirror into the house, with Juleka racing for the cellar while Rose grabs a decoy mirror to fool the serpent.

Alec breaks into the cottage and begins making a mess of things, including knocking a wooden chair over into the fireplace…. The two girls then exit the cellar and leave the decoy mirror on a table for Alec to find, and he takes the bait, flying off to return to his mistress. Unfortunately, the chair has caught fire and when Juleka and Rose return, their home is nothing but charred framework and ash.

Mindy blames herself for what happened and tells the girls to throw them far away and forget about them. Rose asks what the serpent wants with Mindy, and the girl reluctantly explains. They tell the two that they were an apprentice to the three muses who lived in the Diamond Castle, the birthplace of all music, named such because a diamond appears on the walls each time a new song is sung. But after a time, one of the muses, Nadja, got sick of sharing the spotlight and wanted to be the one and only muse! Clara and Vivica, the other two muses, had refused, believing music to be for everyone!

Nadja found a dark cave filled with evil magic and made it her lair. She transformed her flute with dark magic, giving it the power of darkness and hypnosis. When Nadja returned to take what she wanted by force, Clara and Vivica hid the Diamond Castle along with their magical instruments, giving the key to Mindy in case anything happened to them. They tried to reason with Nadja, but she used her flute to turn them to stone. Fearing for her life, Mindy fled, with Alec chasing them, and used her magic whistle to hide in a nearby hand mirror. But they dropped their whistle, her only means of escape, and Alec broke it, trapping her in the mirror. Today was the first time they’ve even said a word in years, and look what happened…

The two girls comfort Mindy, and assure her they don’t blame her for any of this. Rose asks if Mindy knows where the Diamond Castle is and if Nadja can be stopped. Mindy tells her and Juleka that if they play the muse’s magical instruments, it should be stronger than Nadja’s dark magic. Rose manages to convince a nervous Juleka that they must help Mindy or Nadja will do to other people what she’s done to them. They promise to help Mindy and the three start on their way.

Back at Nadja’s cave, Alec gives Nadja the mirror, and she demands Mindy reveal herself. She soon realizes Alec got the wrong mirror, and angrily berates him. Alec tells her about Mindy’s new companions, and Nadja orders him to take her to them at once.

After miles of traveling, the three girls end up in a valley of beautiful flowers, and decide to stop for a rest. Juleka hears something following them, and they decide to investigate, fearing it could be a snake. But when they go to look, they find an adorable tiger cub and Piglet, who seem to take a liking to them. The girls decide to keep them and give them the names Roaar and Daizzi.

After more hours of walking, they end up in a village, where an innkeeper is irate as he waits for the musicians he hired, who are very late. Juleka and Rose offer to take their place in exchange for some food, and he takes them up on it, as the crowd is getting restless. The girlfriends perform their song together, and are an instant hit. As they’re singing, the originally hired musicians, twin brothers Adrien and Felix, arrive and decide to stay and listen. However, Mindy can’t resist singing along, giving Nadja and Alec a tip what direction to go.

As the two girls are eating the meals they earned, Adrien and Felix approach and jokingly heckle them for taking their gig. The two girls match their snark dead on, before taking their leave. Adrien notices Rose accidentally left her handkerchief behind, and tells Felix they should at least try to return it, and they go to try and find the girls.

However, just a moment too late to catch the girls, Nadja and Alec swoop into the village, entering the inn where Alec sensed Mindy’s singing. She demands to know where the two girls went, and when everyone refuses to answer, she hypnotizes them with her flute and gets what she wants to know by force.

Alec quickly catches up to the girls, and Nadja demands they hand over Mindy, but they refuse. Nadja tries to hypnotize them with her flute, but their heart stone necklaces (which are actually pieces of the Diamond Castle, go figure!) protect them, creating a magical barrier. They refuse when Nadja again demands the mirror, leaving her dumbstruck. Frustrated, she orders Alec to attack them. The serpent gives chase, but Adrien and Felix arrive and give the girls an escape on horseback just in the nick of time. They flee through a wall of vines into a cave and Felix incites a rock slide that leaves Alec with a likely concussion.

The two girls thank the twins for the save, and proper introductions are exchanged. It’s then that Mindy pipes up from the mirror, asking how Juleka and Rose were immune to Nadja’s magic, leaving the two boys wondering what exactly they’ve gotten themselves into. Nevertheless, they decide to accompany the girls and lend a hand.

They take the girls to a river they need to travel in order to reach the castle, with the twin’s suggesting they avoid the bridge listed on a sign, seeming quite dodgy for some reason…The girls decide to look for the bridge anyway, telling the twins they’ll catch up. But at that moment, Roarr and Daizzi run off, leaving Juleka and Rose to chase after him. When they catch up, they find their pets have been apprehended by a nasty old troll. Rose demands he let the baby animals go, but he only mocks her in return. The twins followed them, and the troll recognizes them. Turns out they tried to cross his bridge but failed to solve his riddle, barely escaping with their lives, which the troll intended to rectify, trapping the two boys in a pit.

Rose manages to strike a deal with the troll, if they answer his riddle correctly, he lets Adrien and Felix go, but if they fail, he has dinner for two nights! The troll agrees, and poses his riddle: What instrument can you hear, but can't see and can't touch? The girls are stumped for a moment, before Rose has an idea. The answer to the riddle is your voice! You can’t see it or touch it, but when you sing, everyone can hear it! Furious that they answered correctly, the troll implodes in a puff of smoke as the bridge appears and the twins climb out of the pit. The girls step onto the bridge, but it recedes before the boys can follow. Rose tells the twins to meet them at the Seven Stones, where they’ll find the Diamond Castle.

After hours and hours of walking, Juleka is exhausted, but Rose spots smoke rising from a chimney. They make their way to a beautiful manor, and are greeted by two servants who claim that the manor and everything in it belongs to them. The two are blown away, but know they can’t stay…until Juleka finds a note addressed to her. In the note, Nadja says to Juleka that she did a little research and found her family. It shows a magical image of Juleka’s brother Luka and her mother Anarka as stone statues in Nadja’s lair. And unless Juleka convinces Rose to stay in the manor and hands over Mindy’s mirror, they’ll stay like this forever.

Desperate to save her family, Juleka tries to convince Rose to remain in the manor, struggling to tell her why. Angry that her girlfriend would abandon Mindy when they promised to help her, Rose leaves the manor with the mirror and Daizzi, leaving a distraught Juleka alone. Just moments after Juleka removes her necklace in despair, who should appear at the door but Nadja and Alec. They take Juleka back to the lair, and Nadja places her under her hypnotic spell (which now works as she’s not wearing the heart stone necklace), and sends Alec after Rose when Juleka reveals her location against her will.

The serpent abducts the blonde and takes her to the lair, where she’s tied up. She calls the spelled Juleka out to upset Rose, before taking the mirror. When Mindy refuses to come out, Nadja orders to Juleka to walk towards the edge of a cliff, saying she’ll only stop her if Mindy asks. Rose cries desperately for her girlfriend to stop, but Juleka only responds to Nadja while under the spell. Just before Juleka can walk over the edge, Mindy appears and cries out for Nadja to stop her. Mindy demands the release of her friends, which Nadja states will only happen if the apprentice takes her to the Diamond Castle. Seeing no other choice, Mindy agrees.

Alec cuts Rose loose, and she immediately rushes to Juleka…only for the serpent to knock them both over the edge of the cliff, supposedly into the boiling lava below, before leaving to follow his mistress. Thankfully, Rose catches them on a log, saving both of their lives. But Juleka is still under Nadja’s spell.

Meanwhile, at the Seven Stones, Mindy is trying to stall Nadja as much as she can, making up a lie that the key to the castle is to place diamonds in one of the stones in a certain order. Thankfully, Nadja believes her, giving them a little more time.

Adrien and Felix arrive at the Seven Stones with no sign of the girls, but are alerted that something is wrong when Daizzi runs up to them in a panic, rushing them along somewhere. The piglet takes them in the direction of the cave, as Rose tearfully holds the still-mesmerized Juleka. But thankfully, Roaar brought along Juleka’s necklace! And when Rose places it on her, the spell is broken. The two exchange apologies and share a kiss out of relief, before Rose explains that Nadja took Mindy and is on her way to the castle. It’s then that the twins arrive and they make a plan to stop Nadja.

Back at the Seven Stones, Nadja finishes placing the diamonds, but the castle doesn’t appear. Angrily, she accuses Mindy of lying to her, just as the twins and the girls arrive and put their plan into action. Adrien and Felix begin to play their guitars to draw Alec away, while Juleka and Rose sneak up on Nadja. While the boys keep the serpent occupied, Nadja’s magic is ineffectual as both girls have their necklaces again…but they don’t let her know that. Acting as if they are under her spell, they come at Nadja’s command, but instead of diving into the now swirling waters of a nearby pond as she ordered, Rose steals Nadja’s flute.

Quickly grabbing the mirror, Nadja threatens to smash it and get rid of Mindy for good if they don’t hand over her flute. But before they can comply, Mindy smashes the mirror herself, keeping Nadja from regaining her power and getting the key to the Diamond Castle! Irritated, Nadja tosses the mirror away, and goes to grab her flute, only for Rose to throw it to Juleka, who then tosses it into the water. Nadja dives after it, but the flute is clogged with water and she is overwhelmed by the magic used to create the whirlpool, seeming to be pulled under for good. The twins, having dealt with Alec, rejoin them as they all mourn the loss of Mindy.

Rose believes that if they can find the castle and play the magical instruments, it may bring Mindy back! It’s then that Juleka remembers the words to Mindy’s song, and thinks that it may be the key to the Diamond Castle! So the two begin to sing the tune, and sure enough, the stunning castle rises from the waters of the lake!

As they enter the castle, not only do Juleka and Rose’s clothes get transformed into stunning dresses, but Mindy is released from the mirror and the three girls share a hug. Mindy then leads everyone into the castle, where they find the magical instruments! But just as that moment, Nadja reappears riding Alec, having not drowned after all, and prepares to destroy them. But Rose and Juleka grab them just in time, and playing the magical instruments and singing along with Mindy, Nadja’s own evil spell is reflected back at her, turning both her and Alec to stone!

With Nadja imprisoned forever, Clara and Vivica, along with Juleka’s mother and brother, are released from their stone prisons, and the muses return to the Diamond Castle, giving the two musicians a ride to see their sister/daughter.

Happily reunited, Vivica and Clara officially appoint Mindy as the third muse, and name Juleka and Rose princesses of music. (Adrien and Felix get some pretty sweet guitars!) It’s then that the girls decide to return home, with Mindy promising to visit, and the muses gifting them magical seeds that repair their home and grow flowers made of gold and jewels, which make them more than enough money. (Adrien also meets Luka, who he finds more than a little cute!) The two girls return to their peaceful life, loving every moment and singing all the way!

And they all lived happily ever after!

The sweetest sound will always be, two voices singing one song! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs and I hope you’ve enjoyed this series!

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silverynight · 2 years

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The love hashira's tsuguko

Aoi knows a few things about Kanroji and one of them is that she's in love with her tsuguko; no one has seen him yet, but she talks a lot about him. His name is Kamado Tanjirou.

At first she thought that was going to be a problem because the serpent hashira is very much in love with Kanroji and everyone knows it, but one day Kocho asks about Tanjirou and it's not only Kanroji but Iguro who blushes to the tip of his ears.

Aoi can't help but look in confusion because she's never seen Iguro blush so much before.

"So... You've met him," the insect hashira asks, growing curious.

"Obanai has been with us a couple of times, he has dinner with us very often," Kanroji says with a very happy grin on her face.

"What do you think about Tanjirou?" Kocho asks suddenly, she has that smile on her face, the same expression she makes whenever she has just realized something interesting.

The blush deepens and Aoi tries not to gape in surprise at him.

"He's not bad..."

That coming from Iguro is almost like a love confession. That's why he hasn't said anything about Kanroji's enamoured attitude towards her tsuguko, he's in love too.

"I want to meet him," the insect hashira says suddenly.

"No," Iguro snaps immediately.

"Maybe later," Kanroji mumbles, although it's pretty much obvious she doesn't want that either.

Aoi rolls her eyes; they certainly seem to know nothing about their fellow hashira because that will probably make Kocho even more curious about the boy.

***

There's a trial, but it doesn't go the way Aoi expects it to go... It seems that not only Kanroji and Iguro did everything they can to hide Tanjirou from everyone else, they also were keeping Nezuko, the boy's sister, hidden from the others.

Now... That wouldn't be a big deal if she wasn't a demon.

Kanroji assures the other Pillars that Nezuko is good, that she hasn't hurt anyone since the love hashira rescued the Kamado siblings, but some of them find it hard to believe it.

Ubuyashiki reveals that Iguro had sent him a letter explaining everything a while ago and that Kanroji and he are more than willing to kill themselves if Nezuko hurts an innocent human.

Even though Ubuyashiki assures the others he believes in Nezuko and Tanjirou, Shinazugawa doesn't agree with him and the others are seriously considering to kill the demon before she hurts someone...

Iguro is about to have a fight with Shinazugawa as the others start arguing, but Ubuyashiki puts a finger over his lips to shut everyone up; it works like a charm.

"I have sent a message to Tanjirou a while ago. He must be here soon."

Just as he finishes the sentence a boy jumps down from the roof; he's carrying a wooden box on his back, although that's definitely not what draws everyone's attention.

Tanjirou kneels in front of Ubuyashiki, making even more obvious that he's wearing an uniform very similar to the love hashira's. However, Tanjirou's thighs are huge, the stockings are too tight and the skirt is constantly sliding up his legs. It's even worse when he's kneeling.

Aoi rolls her eyes when Rengoku faceplants on the ground because he was leaning over to get a better look of the boy.

Tokito seems fascinated by the boy's long hair, Aoi doesn't blame him, Tanjirou's hair is deep red, tied up into a ponytail that makes his face look adorable somehow. He's really beautiful.

That's one of the reasons why no one says a thing when Tanjirou starts telling them what happened the night Nezuko was turned and how Kanroji saved them both.

The love hashira is looking at him with the most besotted grin Aoi has ever seen, although she's not the only one...

"Nezuko and Tanjirou have my support now," the stone hashira says after a while.

"I really appreciate it, Himejima-san!" Tanjirou beams in response. It almost seems like he's shining.

Aoi observes that the boy seems familiar with the Pillars' names which means that Kanroji has talked to him about them before.

Shinazugawa blinks a couple of times but tries to focus.

"I'm still not sure about the demon."

Tanjirou puts the box on the floor carefully, although he still makes sure to cover it with his body. He narrows his eyes at the wind hashira.

"I won't let you come near Nezuko," he almost growls, which surprises Aoi for a moment because he looks so cute and kind it's interesting to see he also has a feral side as well.

All the hashira seem to like that.

Shinazugawa's cheeks start turning slightly pink under Tanjirou's fierce look, although the scowl on his face doesn't vanish.

"I'm... not going to hurt your sister."

Tanjirou relaxes just a bit, although what actually breaks the tension is Uzui's shameless comment.

"You're hot when you're mad, Tanjirou. Now I have started to understand why Mitsuri wanted to keep you all to herself..."

At the end they decide to protect Nezuko, although Aoi is almost sure it's mostly to please the cute boy they just met. Honestly, she never imagined she would ever see the Pillars acting like teenagers in love.

After the meeting, Tomioka approaches the boy and introduces himself; he's blushing so much Aoi worries for a moment... He's purposely avoiding looking at Tanjirou's bare chest or his huge thighs.

"My boy! Do you know I used to train Mitsuri? I can train you too!" Of course the flame hashira is all over the boy, eyes glimmering with adoration already.

Kocho is the one that finally manages to keep the boy's attention by mentioning there are a couple of rooms in the butterfly estate where Nezuko can rest for a while.

***

It gets worse after that. Tanjirou starts training in the butterfly estate, mostly because Ubuyashiki told Kanroji it was better for him to spend time with other demon slayers; she wasn't that happy (turns out the love hashira is actually a little bit possessive after all) but agreed immediately.

Now Aoi and the butterfly girls get to see him quite often, which is not bad at all because the boy is a sunshine and he also tries to help them as much as he can.

The problem is that he's pretty, he trains with that short skirt of his, which turns him into some sort of magnet for... almost anyone actually.

The slayers watch him in awe and blush until they're completely red whenever Tanjirou notices them staring and smiles at them in return.

Sadly, they quickly learn Tanjirou is completely off limits; the Pillars are not subtle at all when it comes to show their affection towards the love hashira's tsuguko. They also gather around him whenever he's training (paying close attention to the way the skirt moves around his hips when he's trying different things with his katana).

Himejima is the lucky one who has had Tanjirou all over his lap a couple of times because whenever he asks to feel Tanjirou's soft features, the boy is more than willing to comply.

Aoi has never had so many Pillars in the estate at the same time; all of them act like idiots in love, constantly smiling at Tanjirou and praising him for his sword skills. Rengoku is usually bringing him food, Tomioka has "corrected" his posture a couple of times even after Kanroji tells him there's no need to touch her Tanjirou.

Iguro hisses whenever Uzui flirts with Tanjirou (or at least tries to because the boy is painfully oblivious). Kocho is the one who patches the boy's wounds whenever he comes back from a mission and Tokito has managed to brush Tanjirou's hair more than once.

Shinazugawa... It seems to Aoi that he's having a hard time trying to make it up to Tanjirou for saying all those things about his sister during the trial.

They're... All of them are like a bunch of teenagers in love and of course Aoi has to deal with that now.

Life is not fair.

***

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boul3vvard · 1 year

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Rengoku x GN! Reader

(One shot)

★Warning(s): none really reader uses gender neutral pronouns😛 Rengoku might be a lil OOC so… 🏃🏾‍♀️ also SOME of the characters are color coded.

★Y/n L/n = Your name/ Last name

★Words: idek💀

★Notes: this is my first request from @coolminahi (thank you very much🫶🏿) not gonna lie I don’t think this is my best work but I’ve been going back and forth on this for about 2 weeks or what felt like 2 weeks😭😭 but again thank you so much for this request it was really fun🙏🏿. Also got help from some of my friends on this one so shoutout to them🫡. (And the usual..might be some grammatical errors and punctuation😮‍💨 I’m not really good in that realm LMAOO) enjoy🫵🏿

“I know you all are probably confused about the sudden request for a meeting but I’m happy to tell you that we have a new Hashira with us today.” master ubuyashiki said as the Hashira quieted down and made it to their respective area’s quickly, some of them with shocked expressions across their faces. “with all due respect master do you think it’s a smart idea to have a stranger come in too late in the game? I mean we are already so close to our goal in taking down Muzan we don’t need a weakling to come and fuck it up” Sanemi the wind Hashira, said annoyed as Tengen nudged him for using foul language towards their master while the rest agreed. “I apologize sir but I agree, this is way too risky” Obanai the serpent Hashira said. “They have done an outstanding job climbing up the ranks and have worked so hard to earn such a title so please, I know I can count on you all to welcome them with open arms. you can come out now y/n” Hinaki and Nichika 2 of the eldest quintuplet children of the masters held both of your hands as you walked up blindfolded. Why the hell are they blindfolded I hope they’re not trying to fight like that. Ha, this is gonna be a fun way to get yourself killed. “Hi everyone my name is y/n l/n the ____ Hashira, it’s my pleasure to meet you guys I have heard a lot about you all but have never had the chance to meet any of you in person, it’s such an honor to be fighting alongside everyone,” y/n said with a dainty smile one that made the flame pillars heart flutter a little bit.

“Why the hell are they blindfolded,” Sanemi asked rudely but said what everyone else was thinking. “it’s to control my power” “control your power” Shinobu repeated “well you see my eyes play a special part in my breathing form, when I take my blindfold off I’m able to go all out,” you said revealing your eyes to everyone. “oh my” Shinobu the insect Hashira gasped. “well I’ll be, you are one of the most stunning people I’ve ever seen,” Tengen said with his eyes wide open. “besides my beautiful wives of course” he bragged. “wives?” “Oh yes, they are the finest kunoichi around, although I don’t mind having a 4th” he looked at you almost predatory, and winked“ “4TH” y/n gaped as the others laughed. “AHH YOUR EYES THEY’RE SO BEAUTIFUL, YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL,” the love Hashira said with a squeak. “Oh th-thank you,” you said as you tried to hide your face in your hands feeling like it was on 10,000 degrees. You backed up a little bit into someone’s chest “oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“ “NONE OF THAT, TIS ALRIGHT!! MY NAME IS RENGOKU KYOJURO BUT YOU CAN CALL ME KYOJURO..only if you want” holding a hand out to you, y/n smiled softly grabbing it.

“I don’t give a shit about none of that I just want to see if they are strong enough to hold the title or was the master just bluffing,” Sanemi said holding the hilt of his sword. “IF WE HAVE THE MASTER's WORD THEN I TOO BELIEVE THEY'RE STRONG ENOUGH” Rengoku yelled while holding your shoulders “oh you wanna fight me?” you said, the shy act you had going on finally disappearing. “Oh this will be good” Shinobu cheered as everyone watched the battle that was about to unravel in front of them. “just cause you’re a newbie doesn’t mean that I’ll go easy on you” he sneered. “Noted” y/n smiled a little more wickedly. Sanemi swung his sword at y/n not giving them a chance to unsheathe their sword as well, y/n swiftly dodged it twisting their body up in the air “they’re quick” Tengen said as y/n quickly swung their sword at Sanemi narrowly missing his head. “tch” Sanemi looked at you with an angry panicked look. “What’s wrong? I’m just trying to see if you’re strong enough to hold your title,” you say mockingly as you shrugged your shoulders. Y/n then quickly kicked their foot under Sanemi’s pointing their sword at him “I win”. y/n reached a hand out to the man giving him a sorry look. “I don’t need your pity idiot, move” Sanemi smack their hand out the way and left.

“They’re so cool” Mitsuri whispered to herself. “that was flashy, you’re strong I expected that though” Tengen slapped you on the back for a job well done. “first of all OUCH second of all thank you“ you winced as your back started to sting. Muichirou was in no mood to speak so he stuck his tongue out at you and you mirrored his actions. “Don’t mind him he doesn’t like change at all, Mitsuri and I are gonna hang out later if you want to join, you know so you could tell us a little more about yourself” Shinobu said “um no thank you I was planning on focusing on my training for a little bit,” you said with a bow. “there’s no need for none of that I understand, there’s always a next time,” Shinobu said with a smile. “yea” you smiled and waved back as you left.

You decided to train far into the woods as it was the only place where you were not able to break anything. You trained for about an hour before you decided it was time for a break. You sat with your back against a tree and closed your eyes taking in the peace that you craved for so long. “Do you mind if I sit with you” you opened 1 of your eyes then immediately shot up nervously. “did I interrupt you?” He said as you scooted over to give him some room. “n-no not at all, I was just taking a break from training for so long” “oh I see” a wave of awkward silence washed over the both of you. “Soooo do you come to this area of the woods often.” you said as you turned to look at him “yea this is where I come to relax all the time, it’s so quiet” “oh sorry I didn’t know I was in your way,” you said as you were about to get up. “no problem it’s better when you’re with someone… what you did in today's meeting earlier was truly amazing, you know I’ve never seen someone move as quickly as you did besides Tengen” he trailed off. “well maybe you and I could train together sometime” you laughed. He stared at your face for what seemed like forever, you started to feel a little insecure at the way he looked at you. *was something on my face*, your face began to flush with embarrassment until he finally spoke up. “your eyes are truly the most beautiful I’ve ever seen they look like two gemstones have been enfolded into your irises” he said with a huge smile wiped across his face. “th-thank you” you stutter as your face began to heat up. You were still not used to being showered in compliments all the time because of your upbringing so It was still so foreign to you. Rengoku placed his hand on your forehead, “are you okay? you don’t look so well, Are you sick or something?” He said worryingly. *I FEEL LIKE I'M GONNA PASS OUT* you screamed at yourself. “I’m okay, I’m totally fine,” you said grabbing his huge calloused hand with two of your soft ones. “I’m just not used to praises like that” “and why’s that?” he said tilting his head to the side. *he’s quite adorable* you thought with a soft smile “I don’t know” “well you should get used to it I’m only telling you how I see it” he said with a chuckle, you doing the same. The two of you enjoyed the silence together taking in the greenery surrounding the both of you. It was peaceful. It wasn’t until you looked over at him again and were met with him dozing off. “you can go to sleep if you want, I’ll be on the lookout if anything happens okay” you whispered trying not to wake him. and with that, he fell asleep.

You ended up falling asleep yourself while failing to keep your word. You were out for about 15 minutes until you felt someone pick you up. “I DIDNT MEAN TO WAKE YOU, MY APOLOGIES” he yelled waking you up completely as he lifted you onto his back a lot more energetic than he was before. “I should be the one apologizing, I said I was gonna wake you but I ended up falling asleep as well,” you said softly a blush appearing on your face. “NONSENSE, AT LEAST WE WERE ABLE TO GET A MOVE ON, BEFORE SUN DOWN, THAT WOULD BE A DISASTER” “you’re so loud you know” you chuckled “you also don’t have to carry me I can walk the rest of the way” “I DONT HAVE TO BUT IT WOULD BE MY PLEASURE TO, ALTHOUGH I DONT KNOW WHERE YOUR ESTATE IS SO YOU WILL HAVE TO DIRECT ME” “okay,” you said burying your face into the crook of his neck

The two of you conversed the entire way home, he would ask you questions about your family and your life as you did the same. You found out that he has a younger brother and just by the way he explained him to you, you knew that they had a very strong bond with each other, you could tell how much he admired his younger brother it kinda felt like you knew him before getting the chance to know him. He also told you about his parents, you wanted to know more about them but the slight change in his tone told you everything you needed to know, plus you didn’t want to be nosy only realizing that the both of you didn't even know about the existence of each other earlier this morning so you bit your tongue.

“Thank you for taking me home, even though I told you I could walk myself” you nudged him. “I TOLD YOU ALREADY, IT IS ALRIGHT U DONT HAVE TO THANK ME, PLUS I WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGIVE MYSELF IF I LET SOMEONE AS PRETTY AS YOU GET HURT” it felt like the wind got knocked outta your system. “DID I SAY SOMETHING WRONG?” He asked. “no, no it’s just..you think I'm pretty?” “OF COURSE, YOU'RE GORGEOUS” you took the chance and tested the waters a little bit. “so you’d walk anyone you find attractive home?” You asked “Have you ever walked the love Hashira home?” you said changing the question quickly. “NO, SHE ISNT EXACTLY MY TYPE, PLUS SHE'S MORE OF A LITTLE SISTER HAHA” “oh so you have a type?” the way he became tense made you laugh out loud. “I’m joking I just wanted to mess with you haha” Another wave of silence rushed past the both of you, it started to become awkward. “well I think I’m gonna call it a night, I’ll see you around” you began to turn around until he grabbed you by the wrist. “DO YOU WANT TO HANG OUT LATER ON?” “are you asking me out on a date?” “ONLY IF YOU WANT TO THOUGH, IT DOESNT HAVE TO BE A DA-“ he said his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. “I would love to” you smiled at him before parting ways.

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Soul of Bronze; Blood of Fire

Not Canon Compliant!!!!

Helaena Targaryen x OC Targaryen Royce

The Heir of Runestone would often joke that he should be referred to as Rhaegar Stone. Seeing as his father (Prince Daemon Targaryen) had no want for him and his mother (Lady Rhea Royce) was long dead. All jokes end when he and Ser Gerold Royce are summoned to the capitol by none other than King Viserys the First of his Name. The King wanting nothing more than to bring his estranged nephew into the fold, Viserys offers Rhaegar his so called Targaryen Right. A betrothal to the Princess Helaena and the chance to claim a dragon. Will Rhaegar be able to claim such a beast? Even if his valyrian skills were lacking? Prince Aemond seems to think so. Though he’s mostly is just thrilled to finally have someone around who’s willing to be his friend. Also the court begins to notice that the Princess Helaena seems to have taken a liking to the new prince. Much to her mothers dismay, who’s fighting tooth and nail to have the girl be given to Aegon. Something neither sibling wanted. To Rhaegar everything was going smoothly until the news of Laena Velaryon death had dampen everything.

Chapter 14: Rhaegar

Driftmark PT. 1

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Driftmark was stunning. It held an enchanting sort of beauty and charm that the Red Keep lacked. Where the Red Keep look formidable and impregnable, Driftmark looked like something out of a child’s fairytale. The murals painted throughout the corridors were mesmerizing as well. Paintings of serpents and mermaids, others of underwater sceneries of coral reefs and ocean life.

The Velaryon’s boasted of a great wealth, and their boasting is plain to see was rooted in truth. The Lannisters could only ever dream that their overrated rock could be as extravagant as Driftmark.

Quickly the Kings court was ushered through the keep and out to the seashore. Lord Corlys and his wife, the Princess Rhaenys shared an equal expression of grief. Grief for their dead daughter who died to far from her family and home.

Rhaegar begins to get flashes of his own mothers funeral. It had been the most horrid day of his life. Rhaegar spent the whole night before standing vigil over her casket, to honor her one last time. The Gods must have felt a sick sense of humor because that following morning, to see his mothers casket be buried into the ground as his Uncle Gerold gave her the last blessing in the old tongue on the most beautiful spring filled sunrise. The day had been painfully lovely, yet beautifuly sorrowful. Almost eight years later and sunrises have never been the same for him again.

Rhaegar’s lavender eyes shift towards two little girls with whimsical silver locks. His heart skips a wistful beat. They’re so tiny he notes, the same age he was when his mother was murdered. Murdered by his sire. Still his eyes don’t harden at his sisters. It’s not they’re fault they were sired by Daemon Targaryen. Just as it’s not his fault Daemon Targaryen has no want for him.

Still Rhaegar will fulfill his duty as an older brother, if they ever need anything of him; he’d help them. One of them catches his gaze, her eyes are darker than his he notes. Her indigo eyes grow wide in childlike wonder. Rhaegar gives her a nod, and a small sad smile. She returns the gesture, patting her sisters arm to get her attention. She whispers something in her twins ear. His other sister has teary eyes and is hiccuping quietly. Her sad eyes looking up at him. Rhaegar’s face softens a little more, his heart begins to sear in pain for his little sisters. Having lost his own mother so young, Rhaegar could sympathize.

The girl begins to cry harder and his other sisters wraps her arms around her. Rhaegar made his way towards the girls. They may not know him, but they need comfort. They need someone to be strong for them. He doesn’t care if the Stranger himself tries to stop him.

“Lady Baela, Lady Rhaena.” He begins gently. “My deepest condolences to you both.” He kneels to their level locking eyes with his baby sisters. “I am Rhaegar-“

“Your our brother” one of them says curiously. Rhaegar nods and smiles at them both.

“I wish we could have met under different circumstances” he admits. The other girl speaks up.

“Me too” she says through tears. “I… I’m Rhaena.”

“And I’m Baela.”

He notes that Baela has a small mole above her eyebrow. While Rhaena has one in between her eyebrows.

“A pleasure” he says kindly. Before he could react his twin sisters pounce at him in a big hug. Rhaegar wraps his arms around them protectively and lets them cry into his clothed chest.

The Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys observe the interaction with great interest. The older woman makes her way towards them. “Lord Rhaegar” she greets regally.

The Runestone heir carefully lets go of his sisters and stands. He bows as expected “Princess Rhaenys, I’m so sorry for your loss” he says quietly.

The older woman tries her best to smile but given the circumstance it comes out as if she’s in pain. “Thank you… I wish we could have met in a happier setting…” he agrees with her.

Lord Corlys made his way towards them putting a gentle hand on his wife’s shoulder. “So you’re the infamous Heir of Runestone” his voice kind yet somewhat unnerving.

The juvenile nods. “Yes, my lord.”

The older man offers his hand and shakes it both with a firm grip. Corlys raises a sharp brow, Rhaegar suddenly feels like he’s being tested.

“Sit with us at dinner boy, Rhaenys and I would like to get to know you” He agrees and they walk away with his sisters at their heels, glancing back shyly.

It was time. Ser Vaemond was to begin his speech. Rhaegar stood next to his cousins Aemond and Aegon. Aegon already looking bored beyond belief. Aemond standing with perfect posture. His little cousin translating the speech to Rhaegar so he wasn’t left in the dark.

The Heir of Runestone concludes that the second son of Driftmark lacks propriety. Vaemond Velaryon has taken it upon himself to make thinly veiled jabs at the Princess Rhaenyra and her brown haired sons. A dangerous line to cross, especially with the King present. However the King and his heir only share a look. One that Rhaegar can’t grasp the meaning of too well.

His train of thought was broken as an irritating giggle was heard from the other side. How can someone laugh so blatantly during a eulogy? All eyes shift towards the culprit. Rhaegar grits his teeth. Of fucking course it was HIM.

If Rhaegar thought Ser Vaemond ill mannered, than his sire completely lacked civilities.

Rhaegar couldn’t help himself. His juvenile face acting on its own accord, giving his sire his best glare of contempt he could muster. The anger in his heart pounding a rhythm any drummer would be proud of. His blood begins to hum in a violent need of revenge.

He could do it, Rhaegar thinks to himself. He could kill him. From the distance a dragon could be heard roaring into the abyss. The Cannibal felt it’s masters mood shift thus making the beast feel angered as well.

Out of nowhere a gentle hand is felt in the crook of his elbow. The dainty hand of the Princess Helaena gripped him softly. Their eyes met, and suddenly everything around Rhaegar didn’t exist. Nothing mattered to him, nothing but the gentle warmth of his princess’s hand and sparkling glint in her lilac irises.

“Fighting bronze fire with red fire will endanger innocents through accidental crossfire.” She says quietly in his ear.

Could his angelic nymph read minds? He thinks to himself. How could she have known? The princess doesn’t let go, but begins to caress her thumb up and down his arm soothingly.

Unbeknownst to him, a certain Rogue Prince was staring at them with avid interest and a cat like grin.

“Stay indoors tonight Rhaegar” Helaena says as her eyes lock with her uncles. She doesn’t grow nervous surprisingly. Her eyes looking once more at Rhaegar.

“The night is dark and full of terrors.”

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Here’s an early treat for you guys! Thank you guys for all the support! I greatly appreciate it. Next chapter is gonna be good! A Daemon pov!!!! Comments are always welcomed!!! ❤️

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This is a little out of the box but I'd like to request a sexy yoga/ stretching AU with Leon that ends with the implication of sex (since you don't write smut 😚)

A/N: This is a modern AU where Leon is, as anon requested, a yoga instructor. It may start out more like a crack fic but I had to somehow establish how/why he is what he is. Enjoy, anon!!

Fluff/Spice and cruise ships!

Word count: 1326

It was dark out on the deck of The Sea Rose. And cold. The massive cruise ship cut silently through the dark ocean waters, a behemoth illuminated by the wan light of a crescent moon. The outer lights, spaced evenly along each deck, dotted the sides of the ship like the bioluminescent dots of an alien deep sea creature.

Leon had said he wanted to clear his head, work some things out before coming to bed. Your honeymoon should be a joyous occasion. You had been looking forward to it almost more than the wedding, but the tension with his brothers over the fate of the Rhodolite Wellness Center weighed heavily on his mind. The Obsidian Corporation was looking to buy out the complex that Leon and his brothers had been running together. Jin, the personal trainer. Yves, in charge of the spa. Nokto the masseuse. Chevalier who was never there but ran the accounts. Rio, always chipper at the front desk. They were all suffering. Legal issues and red tape were tightening themselves around the boys like serpents, squeezing the will to fight out of them, exhausting them. All thanks to the head of Obsidian Corp., that snake charmer, Mr. Gilbert. The man in the expensive black suit and eyepatch had made it his life’s mission to destroy them, at any cost and it was wreaking havoc on Leon and his peace of mind.

You didn’t know exactly what he meant with “clear his head” until you rounded the corner and found him. Despite the chill, he was shirtless, in only his favorite black sweatpants, feet bare. Your gaze was immediately drawn to his wedding band, a tiny golden beacon that seemed to shine far brighter than the ship’s lighting should allow. Seeing it flooded your heart with warmth. You had really done it. Even though it was only a few days ago, the whole wedding already felt like a remembered dream, blurred images and feelings, a watercolor across your mind, soft and beautiful. Something you know you will spend a long time reflecting on, little details emerging from the fog each time you do.

You watched as he moved through the motions of different poses, transitioning from one to another fluidly, a water dancer in a warrior’s body. Starlight painted his skin, fighting with the artificial lights of the boat over just who could highlight his body better. You could see the flex of every muscle, every line of definition as he moved slowly, a paragon of control, unaware of you. You felt that warmth in your heart overflow, splash over the brim and gather in your stomach. He was beautiful. And he was your husband. Til death do you part.

Stepping out from the shadow, you cleared your throat, a smile crossing your lips when he paused, his face lighting up at the sight of you.

“Hello wife”, he said with that open, sweet smile you loved so much.

“Hello husband.” Was using those words corny as hell? Yes. Did you care? Not one bit. “That looked great.” You came up next to him, a hand on the cold metal railing. Below, the water was lapping gently at the side of the ship, dark waves topped with pale crests of moonlight.

He ran a hand through his dark hair, eternally untameable by any brush or comb that dared try. Not even Jin’s extra strength hair gel stood a chance against the Dompteur coif. “I needed to gather my thoughts.” He looked at you, his expression softening with affection. You entered his life and love came along with you, braiding the strings of your hearts together with threads of happiness and loyalty and peace. He cleared his throat. “Want me to take you through a few transitions?”

You flashed him a smile. He was a phenomenal teacher and it always felt like a privilege to get one-on-one instruction from the center’s most popular yoga instructor.

“Sure,” you said, reaching up to tighten your ponytail.

He smiled, golden eyes bright with pride and excitement, as he reached out, helping you into the first position. It was simply standing, reaching your arms above your head and touching your palms. Mountain pose.

“Stretch up as tall as you can,” he said, voice low. His hands ran up your arms, supposedly to make sure they were straight enough. You felt something at a low heat start fanning out inside as his fingers danced along the inside of your elbow and forearms.

“That’s it,” he murmured before walking behind you. One large hand held your wrists lightly, the other wrapped around you, pressing itself against your stomach. The heat inside burned brighter. There was a tangible shift in the air, in the way his hands touched you. This was no longer instructive but something else, something incendiary.

“Breathe." He spoke softly, his voice right by your ear.

You felt your heart beginning to race, as if it could escape the incalescence rising inside you. Stretching was supposed to be relaxing and right now….you were feeling anything but. Your breath shook as you tried to draw it into your lungs.

“Good, very good,” he practically purred. You were burning now, white hot.

He reached out again to adjust you, taking your arms in his hands and moving them until they were stretched out wide. “And now the hips.” His voice was smooth as whiskey, tempting as sin, meandrous in the way it wrapped around you. His hands held onto your hips, pivoting you until one leg was stretched out. He moved his other hand to your thigh, fingers deft and sure, pressing until you bent under his touch. Your muscles trembled.

“How’m I doing?” you asked through a throat as arid as the desert. He walked around to look at you from the front. It was his eyes that held you captive. There was no mistaking the gleam in them. Something bright and eager. Your blood felt white hot as it roared through your veins.

“Perfect,” he said as he stepped forward. You expected him to pull you toward him, to kiss you in that way he had, a lion taking his fill of his prize.

He didn’t. Instead he reached forward, pulling you out of warrior pose to place both your hands on the ship's metal railing, the cold a sharp and jarring contrast to your heated skin. Your gaze was met with an endless expanse of dark water, melding into a night sky, bedecked in glowing stars.

“Leon?” What was he thinking? Why hadn't he kissed you?

Then you felt his arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you against the hard planes of his body. His lips on the nape of your neck sent sparks cascading in a rush through you, a waterfall of embers.

“You just hold on,” he breathed against your skin. His hand was lazily making its way down your spine, a mathematician fingering an abacus, the other holding onto your waist, steadying you.

“Leon," you gasped, turning your head only to have him gently push it back. He wanted your eyes on the water and the sky, on something uralt and primal, matching the need he's fed in you, a firestorm of anticipation and want.

“We’re out in the open…” Your words were weak, mere smoke, no substance to them at all. You couldn't stop this even if you wanted to. And you didn't want to.

He knew. You could feel his leonine grin against the side of your neck, his teeth scraping your skin lightly. “Everyone else is in bed, sweet wife. Nothing here but the ocean and sky…."

He kissed you even as his hands ran down your sides, trailing fire in their wake. At your hips, his fingers slid into the waistband of your pants.

"Now", he whispered in your ear, sweet and smoldering, "Hold on tight to that railing and don’t turn around. No matter what I do.”

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Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4

They didn't stop looking at each others eyes, the salty breeze ran around them, and the waves danced calmly. After a few moments, they instinctively embraced as if their bodies were urging them to.

—Thank you very much for wanting to help me, Evil. —Sasha expressed, looking into his eyes.

—You don't have to thank me, I'm as well receiving your help —he replied, releasing her and turning with a smile to look towards the jungle. —Now we should focus on finding a place to live in.

—Do you have any ideas? —Sasha tilted her head slightly as she asked.

At that moment, Evil extended his arms forward. Suddenly, the wind's force increased, moving his hair and clothes. It also lifted the sand to waist height. Evil's shadow expanded, merging with the shadows of the trees, forming a black snake-like creature. It slithered around the trees, Evil snapped his fingers with both hands, and a sphere of darkness began forming from the dark serpent. It enclosed a large portion of land, trees, and rocks, finally, the pale man lowered his arms, and Sasha approached slowly, standing beside him.

—And now what? —Sasha said, gazing at the black sphere. At that moment, Evil applauded softly, and a flash of light illuminated the ball from within. The shadows dissipated, revealing a beautiful wooden house predominantly white, with a yellow triangular roof and stairs leading to a small balcony. —Wow! That was amazing! How did you do that? —Sasha was impressed and enthusiastic.

Evil chuckled and placed his hand on Sasha's head. —Those are my powers, little one. Now let's go inside. —They both entered the house, however, Evil's mind couldn't stop thinking about his father, his mother, losing what he loved, his solitude. He looked at Sasha warmly, pondering what he was supposed to do. Every time he loved something, he lost it, friends, family. Would he be alone again? Perhaps Sasha was just another loss, or maybe, just maybe, this strange mermaid would finally be a gain. These thoughts were torturing him from inside, and he found himself standing in the middle of bedroom, with an empty gaze.

—Hey, how did you make such a comfortable bed? —Sasha indicated, lying down and running her hands over the mattress. Sand from her feet and salt clinging to her hair adorned the scene, where the main actress, the unaware girl, was in full nudity.

Evil turned his gaze toward her, a bit surprised. —Hey, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but you're... —His comment was interrupted by Sasha's scream. She didn't understand why her body lacked the characteristic scales her species used for coverage. Immediately, she grabbed a sheet and covered herself.

Then Evil removed his coat, tie, and shirt, leaving the first two on the couch and handing the shirt to the trembling girl. Afterward, he turned, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. Sasha placed the sheet aside and dressed in the shirt, which covered her to her thighs. However, something buzzed in the mermaid's mind. She couldn't stop looking at Evil's muscular body; his marked back and arms evoked a sigh from her.

—Well, we need to find you some clothes —explained the young man, turning around with a serious expression. He snapped his fingers, and shadows enveloped Sasha. A few seconds later, they dissipated, leaving the girl wearing a white checkered shirt over Evil's, blue jeans, a pearl necklace, and turquoise-colored sneakers. —There are books on the living room shelf. You can read while I clean this room, then I'll go hunt something.

—Okay, but could you catch me a stingray? The venom from their tails tastes delicious. —She said with a cheerful expression, looking at Evil's face and swaying her hips side to side.

Evil started laughing a bit and then placed his hand on Sasha's head. —Is that a common meal for your kind? It's quite peculiar.

—No, actually, I just love it. My father used to criticize this habit of mine.

Sasha then sat down and took a book from the shelf, reading passionately, but the sound of the door opening caught her attention. When she looked up, she saw Evil ready to head out for fishing.

—Wait a moment, please! —She hurriedly got up and stopped him by grabbing his arm. —I have to warn you about something. There are three rulers on this planet, three kingdoms, and you must be very careful with them.

—Alright, anything else I should know? —he asked, turning around.

—Yes, the first king is named Poseidon, the ruler of the northern and southern seas. In his realm, we mermaids and tritons live. Generally, it's a peaceful place you can go if needed.

—Thanks, I'll keep that in mind.

—The second king, Dand, rules the central seas. In his domain live the Fangs, less evolved versions of my kind. They struggle to breathe outside water and have big claws and fangs. I recommend not going too far into the sea.

—Don't worry, I can take care of myself.

—The third and final king, Fog, is the dominator of all the planet's lands. His race, the Taken, are beings that can inhabit both land and water. They're like a strange species of reptilian men. I'm not very informed about their customs, but I understand there are some limits if you visit.

—Wow, you seem to be well-informed. Thank you very much. Now I'm off. —Evil headed toward the sea and began swimming before submerging.

As night fell, Sasha grew increasingly worried since her friend hadn't returned yet. To distract herself, she started rummaging through Evil's belongings. She found a large, heavy, black book, with silver ornaments, a diamond skull adorned the cover. When she tried to open it, a small electric shock burned her fingertips.

Half an hour later, Evil returned, leaving some fishes in the kitchen and heading to his room, where he found Sasha.

—What happened? —He looked at her fingers, noticing their condition. —Did you take my book?

—What? What book are you talking about?

—It's meaningless to pretend. I can trace the origin of those burns. —He approached and took her hands, healing her fingers slowly. —That book is my father's diary. I took it secretly when I was 15. He doesn't use it anymore, so he didn't notice its absence. Even today, I haven't been able to open it.

—Thank you, I'm sorry for getting into your things. Did you have any problems while you were out? —Her fingers were healed, and Evil stood up, looking at her.

—No, I had no problem, everything was quiet.

Afterward, they cooked and had dinner together. They chatted a bit and eventually went to sleep. But despite the sense of security they felt, creatures from the jungle observed them, malevolent beings searching for something from these young individuals.

#nɪx #af #comments as feedback are well appreciated!#next chapter already on wattpad #after five #after five chronicles #sander writings #drya art #oc #original world #original works #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr

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porvajsjd · 2 years

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A Letter to my Lover for his Birthday.

Dear Vaadish,

I love you.

Our time on this earth is impermanent and in those years we must love fearlessly. The person you’re meant to be with will challenge you, will push you, and drive you crazy. Make you happy and confused and show you what real, complicated love is, all at the same time. So this is what you need to know about love - you must always chase the person who scares you. Don’t settle for comfort. Love wildly. hope it's enough. I love you

the first time I saw you, right across me on that table, peach shirt. my heart beat so fast I could hear the blood rush through my ears. I didn’t know if my wild pulse was a sign of love or danger or both, so I made a vow to forget about you so I wouldn’t have to find out. But I couldn’t because when I saw you again I just knew it had to be you or no one.

I love you (you see, I do love you, you dimwit, my love engulfs you the way the sea loves a tiny pebble on its bed—and may I be the pebble with you, heaven permitting) I love the whole world and that includes your left shoulder—no, the right one was first and so I’ll kiss it whenever I want to (and whenever you’re kind enough to let me hold your hand a little)”

I am not writing, but rather whispering in your ear. You are still with me. I hear your voice, I swim in the light of your eyes. I lean on your shoulder, I eat with you, and I press your hand which lies like a bird in my hand that has no desire to fly

I love you, knot in my heart. I love you, hands on my hands, hands on my ribs, mouth on my mouth. I love you, stone in my shoe. I love only you. Only you. Only ever you.

take care of yourself, please.”Simply the thought of you smiling at me, with your lips slightly curved leaves my heart fluttering. you told me how much you like me but I still find it difficult to believe you. I'm trying not to doubt your intentions but my mind still plays tricks on me. you're so kind to me but sometimes I want to push you away because I'm afraid. I never had anyone treat me the way you do. I never felt safer with anyone but you. can you please be gentle with me? I am not worried about moving on (well we both know I won’t), I am somewhat afraid that nothing else will feel like love after you love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I woke up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.” you. are. beautiful. no matter what anybody says, or doesn’t say. or does do, or doesn’t do. you. are. beautiful. every time I try to write of you lately, my pen falters and my mind seems to fall into an endless, lovesick fog. for many months, this has frustrated me— how is it that I love you the most, but can express you the least? how is it that I have memorized every character from the language of your body, but I cannot make a poem out of it? how do I falter to be fluent in the language of your skin, when my tongue settles around yours like sun-soaked cats, wrestling contently in idyllic afternoons? every time I try to write of you lately, my pen falters and my mind falls into an endless, lovesick fog.

maybe it is because I love you too much to make you my muse.

I would rather wrap myself around your limbs like a starving serpent than walk far enough from you to see you in your entirety. I am too distracted by the way the evening sunlight spills on the top of your head and the early blue dawn of your gaze to write of it. the lover admires what the poet misses in their rush to make art, but you are the first person I have ever wished to make anything out of. I have no need to sign my name under paltry retellings of your smile, I have no hunger to become famous from your memory.

all I crave is to wrap myself in the soft shawl of your arms, to press my skin to you like early dawn dew to the morning fields. i would experience you before I’d see you, I’d press your lips onto mine, again and again, before I’d find the time to write a single word. I know by now that art is memory, a repeating chorus of muddled moments made into something for strangers to admire. for once, I need no part in it. I cannot bear to be apart from you long enough to remember you.

every time I reach for a pen to write to you, my fingers find your cheek instead.

there is a theory that everyone’s heart is wrapped with red string, and connected across miles to the one we love. and when the time is right, the strings of our hearts pull us together. to the boy on the other side of my red string: I love you because when I kiss you we become one body. I love the person we create when we are vulnerable together, all string and fingers and breath. I love you because you always say good night and “I love you” even when if you’re mad at me, and ask me if I’ve eaten or not. I love you because you kiss me as if I am air and you are earth, molecules helplessly tied together by science or magic or both. I love you because you always listen to me, even if I am screaming or crying, or rambling out of my mind. I love you because you feel everything with your whole body— all you know is the sea so you can only drown in your emotions. I love you because you are always strong enough to paddle to shore. I love you because you can’t eat lauki without making a face and I love you because i can’t kiss you without smiling and I love you , i love you for every reason and for none at all.I love you. because you're always so kind to me, and you never let me down; without even trying you always know what to say. I love you. because you keep up with me even when I'm annoying, or don't know what to say, or say the wrong thing. because you know how to make me feel better and I don't even have to ask you; you're amazing in that way and you don't even have to try to be, you just are. I love you. and I love the way you say it to me, I don't want you to change even a bit. because you're perfect like this in my eyes. I love you. and I love the way you touch me, I love the way you hug me when we finally see each other and even when we have to leave each other. I love you because I feel at my best when I’m with you, I love you. I love the way you can make me feel good with your words, with your gaze, with your hands all over me, with your mouth on mine, on my neck everywhere. I love you. I love you because you always help me with everything, and you don't mind that you have to do it, because you don't have to do it but you do it anyways; you help me when I'm down, you help me to become a better person and even to become a better lover. I love you. I love the way you talk to me and the way you read my mind, I love that you always want to know how I'm feeling because you care about me and my well-being. I love your eyes, I can't stop looking into them, getting lost in them. I love when you're confident and even when you have self-doubt, about your, appearance and your capabilities. I love you. I love you. I love you. there are so many things that I love about you and a lifetime isn't enough to describe all I love about you, but I tried and hope it's enough. I love you. I love love love love love love love love love love love you, without end, no matter what comes be it the distance or anything I love you.

#love letters #birthday #i love my boy so much #I love you as certain dark things are to be loved #love #writtings #tumblrwriters #writers on tumblr #fyp #dark acamedia #real

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lamarckianenterprises · 6 months

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Self Indulgent Adventure (Dream)

We were all young elven nobility, my main view point character was this insecure knight guy who has been raised up a his life to be the perfect warrior guy and leader and love his bride to be but the other main character was his best friend, a trickster of sorts and more academically inclined noble who pined for him but didn't quite understand how to express it.

The dream was about being lost at sea and swallowed up by a giant turtle that contained an entire world inside of it and struggling to escape even as we find ourselves kinda, wondering if what our parents taught us and what the world we lived in (a very strict imperial monarchy) said was right. It was themed like a game and the more we progressed into it, the stronger I got as a person the less and less I cared about the outside world's teachings.

Even as I became something resembling the perfect warrior I was supposed to be it felt hollow somehow, and I found myself wondering if I ever truly loved my fiancee in the first place. This was not helped by my friend's teasing or the introduction of our newest party member, a masked priest of some sort who seemed intent on nothing more than aiding and recording our supposed ascension.

The dream had two possible endings:

One where we rushed our way out, losing people in the struggle as the turtle shifted into a rainbow colored mechanical serpent of the ocean, before me and my fellow noble snuck our way home to rob the graves our parents had already dug for us (they at least kept our graves beside each other) before we headed out to parts unknown to continue our journey in search of ourselves I guess, or just for the sake of rejecting our parents and past.

In the other we took our sweet time, conquering every challenge, vanquishing every foe, until in a plot twist everyone saw coming I confided to the priest on my doubts about masculinity and my true reason for idealizing and fussing over my admittedly beautiful fiancee and I discovered the existence of trans people.

And by the end of our journey, while we still lost people along the way, the obsessed and cool but really just cold and unconfident knight came out from the other side as an affectionate and upbeat woman ready to take on the world on her own terms even as it reviles and rejects her as some sort of demon god of the decay of elven masculinity.

There was also a weird gag ending where the whole thing was revealed to be a dream a teenager had before being woken up and told that they'd be arriving at the mall soon and they should really decide what they want to eat there and it ended up being a short story about insisting on going to a particular cafe not because the food or coffee is good but because you like the presentation and the people you meet there.

#writing #creative writing #yuri #dream journal #dream log #journaling #writer things #story prompt

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lets-pretend-i-exist · 7 months

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“Growing up queer can feel monstrous, and I need to see that on screen. When you get preached at that people like you go to Hell for what you are and the ways you want, you start to relate to the demons. When you’re taught the truest, most joyful parts of you are unholy, it’s fair to ask—why should I respect the authority of a system that hates me for reasons I can’t control?

You learn to disguise your desire, and it changes you. It changes you to choke down your feelings, to deny them, to believe that they are sin. You learn to pour them into the hidden language of love that arises between you and whoever you’re lucky enough to share it with, so you don’t learn how to say them aloud. (Their arrangement, “little demonic miracle of my own,” the fourth alternative rendezvous. This is what queer love has looked like for millennia: something beautiful and true, despite, despite, despite.) Unlike those whose love has only ever been legal, permitted, “normal,” “holy”—your relationship is inescapably shaped by the threat behind it.”

“Serpent of Eden, gardener cast from the garden, sculptor of starlight doomed to the pits of hell. You thought nothing would hurt worse than falling, and then you fell for him.”

“You can’t leave this bookshop, Crowley says, but he’s asking, don’t you want me?

Nothing lasts forever, Aziraphale says, but he’s saying there’s nothing I wouldn’t sacrifice for you.”

“This is the shit I’ve been waiting for all my life. When God abandons you, when you’re not sure what to believe in, who to trust—look at who knows you. Who sees you, and wants to know who you are.

Queer love isn’t neat. The closet isn’t just one thing. Love isn’t love isn’t love isn’t love. I’ve always hated that expression, because queerness should be normalised, not defanged.”

“He’s not a human, but he is queer: his love is forbidden, marginalized, at odds with the foundations of morality he’s been taught. And like many queers who get the opportunity to rise through the ranks of a discriminatory system, he thinks he can change it from the inside.”

“This is how human. There’s nothing of you I don’t want. You’ve got me. I want anything you’ll give me, as long as it’s you.”

“If Crowley could feel the Bentley go yellow, I can only imagine what it felt like to drive through hellfire to meet Aziraphale at the air base at the end of the world.”

I feel like I’m going to be sick: every paragraph of this post is one astute gut-punch after another.

It feels like the author has strung together all the nebulous pieces – pieces that draw a spot of blood when the curious observer pricks a finger on them individually – to form a somewhat gruesome answer that one feels should have been obvious from the outset. Electricity pulses through the remnant parts and they roar to life in terrifying glory.

I’m thinking about Troye Sivan singing “if I’m changing a part of me / maybe I don’t want heaven.” I’m thinking about “the only heaven I’ll be sent to / is when I’m alone with you.” I’m thinking about six thousand years of codes and handwritten notes and meeting on the top of buses, and in art galleries, and at concerts and St James’ Park and all of it necessarily taking place in the background. I’m thinking about everyone else being able to see it clearly but those involved being unable to give voice to the precious, peaceful, fragile existence that we have carved out for ourselves. I’m thinking about Neil calling this season “quiet and gentle and romantic” and that being true but also so completely deceptive.

Season 2 did break me in a way that I don’t think any media, even intrinsically queer media like Sense8, has done before. It didn’t just take up residence in my mind for every spare second of the day. It took me weeks to even mostly recover from the complete decimation it enacted on much of my mind and heart. And in a terribly conceited way, the more I think about it (beyond the profound power of the media itself), this is because I relate to Aziraphale in terms of my past and I relate to Crowley in terms of my imagined future. My present self sits somewhere in between.

Aside from the whole concept of gender representation and presentation — an even more complicated matter than this — I see my past self as like Aziraphale, desperately trying to reconcile who I knew I was and what I knew I wanted with the system and community that I was embedded in. Wanting to believe that people could change their minds if I just compromised enough, just went slowly enough, just worked diligently enough and conformed enough.

I haven’t quite reached the point I want to be: somewhere nearby to Crowley’s position – of shrugging off the whole system and edifice, ripping up the ending, leaving nothing but freedom and choice. I’m not there yet; still clinging to some naive, vague notion that there is any level to which one can compromise one’s own self for the palatability of others without effectively rejecting the self entirely.

I think that seeing this dichotomy presented in s2 like that, converging suddenly, ultimately collapsing in on itself, felt like something breaking within me. These lies and half-truths we tell each other, these stories we use to get through the day — that abrupt loss, realising these choices are fundamentally incompatible… in a non-suicidal way, that loss was internally reminiscent of the fate of Neil Gaiman’s 24/7 diner. When all that artifice and self-soothing is stripped away and one is forced to reckon with what little remains, how will the gap be filled? What will one choose to do? Bury the self or forsake the system?

#ramblings #good omens #this becomes borderline incomprehensible and I’m aware of that #I still have a lot of feelings #queer things #little demonic miracle of my own #god I just want everyone to watch good omens and UNDERSTAND IT #to SEE it the way I and many other queer people do #also ‘bury the self’ gives a new spin to bury your gays #I’ve put this on the wrong blog but whatever

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