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seabirdtxt · 10 months

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Hey, back at it with a request. I wanted to dump you with requests, but I also know that it takes you a bit to write, and I didn't want to overwhelm you ^^"""

Honestly though, with the requests I have in mind, I have a feeling they're going to become a spinoff series called "In which the Puppets learn the Creator is really, really bizarre."

With that said, this request will consist of some habits I have, and how our puppet boys would react to them! That being: reader is a night owl magpie who likes to collect a number of things. Whatever sparks their fancy, they hoard (It's why the Traveller has such a hoarding problem in the first place).

They collect some semi-formal things, like flowers and different plants, and like shiny rocks (Reader is familiar with the Language of Flowers, and I can fully see them and Kabukimono spending hours going over them. With Scara, Reader finds a piece of Rose Quartz in the shape of a heart and gives it to him, saying "You said you wanted a heart, right? Here you go! I know it isn't a real heart, but that's okay: because you already have a real one!")

But then they have the weird stuff they collect, like bones -and teeth -and scales - and bugs (Scara or Wanderer: "Why do you have this?" Reader, holding up the carcass of a beetle: "I just think they're neat!")

Or the worse part: literal trash. I'm talking broken pieces of glass and random metal parts, and like old candy wrappers that they've been keeping. (Again: Scara or Wanderer: "Get rid of this." Reader: "But it has sentimental value-!!!" S or W: "IT IS LITERALLY TRASH!!!")

But yes. Reader is a hoarder of many things.

i love this LOL i also hoard some pretty random things so like 🤝

(Might not have touched on all the same points as your ask bc i tried to keep it in-universe, but i tried to hit the major themes of each!)

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Flowers and Gems: Kabukimono

This collection is one of your gentler ones, and you take care to replenish it often with new blooms and interesting stones you pick up along your way. There is so much more novelty to collect here than back on earth, after all!

Kabukimono is fascinated by the variety of it, begging to be taken along with you the next time you venture out into the world to add more to your stash, and maybe take inspiration to start a collection of his own! It takes a bit of convincing, but you eventually relent and allow him to accompany you.

He follows you with wide eyes and an awed grin, asking you all about the various plants that the pair of you come across. You try to remember them as best as you can, reciting what you remember from the ingame tooltips.

“Wow! What’s this one?” Kabukimono asks, bounding up to a reddish pink bush. He delicately plucks one of the flowers, showing it to you proudly.

“That’s a silk flower!” You tell him, smiling as you take the flower from his hand. He only smiles and picks himself another one. “The people in Liyue can process them and make them into a very fine fabric!”

Kabukimono nods in understanding. “That makes sense! I know lots of kimono makers back home often talk about the quality of fabric from Liyue.”

“Fun fact,” you add, “back in my world, silk is such a sturdy material that it can resist piercing damage, to a certain extent! But it is very weak to slashing, or cutting damage.”

“That’s so interesting!” Kabukimono’s eyes go wider at the information. “I wonder if that's true of the silk from this world, too!”

“We probably shouldn’t, y’know… test it or anything,” you interrupt him before he lets his curiosity get the better of him. “We can probably ask a seamstress about it later.”

“Ohhh, good thinking.” Kabukimono agrees. He pockets his flower and looks around the area, scouting for the next object to collect. “Hey, do you have an electro crystal, yet? I heard you can only mine them using pyro!”

You let Kabukimono lead you to your next destination, already planning to press the new flower for your collection. Distantly, you wonder how the two of you are going to get an electro crystal, considering neither of you have pyro visions.

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Beetles and Bones: Wanderer

“I went back to Springvale to ask if those hunters still had some of those ancient boar bones,” is what you say, offering a sheepish grin to Wanderer, who stares down at you with his arms crossed. In all honesty, you probably deserve the scrutiny for having somehow escaped his supervision for several hours.

“Did you at least get the, uh,,” Wanderer gestures at the cloth bag you’re holding in your arms. “Special bones you were looking for?”

“Yeah!” You exclaim, shaking the bag excitedly. It makes a rattling noise as you move. “Do you want to see them?”

You don’t wait to hear the answer, instead leading the way to your room, where part of your collection resides. You hear Wanderer step in and close the door behind you, waiting in curious silence as you carefully put your bag on your bed, pulling open the drawstring with reverence.

One by one, you bring out the intact bones the hunters were able to unearth from you. You brush off some of the remaining dust, then you begin laying them out on your bed in their approximate positions.

“That’s your special ancient boar?” Wanderer asks, sidling up to you and looking at the bones with you.

“Yes!” You finally place the jawless skull at the top of the unfinished skeleton, putting your hands on your hips with satisfaction. “I found it during a quest when I was still guiding the Traveler. I knew I had to have it in my collection when I got here!”

“Fair enough,” Wanderer nods. “Can I see the rest of your stuff?”

You are more than eager to show off the cool stuff you’ve been hoarding since your arrival in Teyvat, from smaller animal bones, to surprisingly intact shed lizard skins and molted duskbird feathers, and even some hollow onikabuto shells.

Wanderer picks up each one with care, mindful of your enthusiasm for your strange collection. He turns each object over slowly, inspecting them as you’re explaining the particularities of your collection.

“Hey, do you mind if I borrow some of these?” Wanderer eventually asks, as you’re nearing the end of your impromptu lecture. “I’ve got this Amurta elective that I haven’t started my project for, and some of these are interesting enough. I could probably write something about them.”

Your sudden silence is worrying, and he’s quick to backpedal in case he’d offended you in some way.

“Or, forget it, I mean-” he turns and pretends to scratch his nose to hide the dumb expression he knows he must be making. “I know this is all probably hard to get, so if you don’t want to risk it getting broken or stolen…”

“I would love to share it with you!!” Your sudden shout scares him out of his foul mood, and he looks at you in bemusement. Your eyes are wide and shiny, matching the stupid grin that settles on your face. Just as he’s about to reply, you leap up and scramble for one of the unopened drawers.

You proudly present a wooden box, and when you open it Wanderer can see the interior is padded and separated with thin wooden strips, creating protected compartments just big enough to fit some of the larger items in your collection.

“You’ve got to take extra good care of this stuff, okay?” You instruct him, and you help him pack the items he’d chosen into your carrying case. “I mean, I can probably find some of this stuff again, but the more delicate things are harder to come by. Promise you’ll be careful?”

He looks up at you, closing the lid of the box slowly and fastening it shut. “Yeah, I promise,” he says, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

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Literal Garbage: Scaramouche

“You’re throwing this shit out, right?”

The noise you make, of absolute disgust and denial, is enough to make Scaramouche second guess his own words for a moment. He recovers faster than you’d give him credit for, picking up the broken clay jar and the dull shard of a broken sword. He holds up both in front of you, an accusing glare pinning you.

“Does this look like normal stuff to collect, to you?” he demands, tossing both back into the bin where he’d found them, retrieving a foil candy wrapper and a graphite pencil with no nib. Again, he discards both items with a noise of exasperation. “None of this stuff has any use! It’s all just garbage! Where do you even find this?!”

“Like,” you say, shuffling closer to your collection bin and putting the cover back on it slowly. “On the ground and stuff? I don’t know what you’re expecting.”

Scaramouche pinches the bridge of his nose with a loud sigh, but doesn’t make any move to reopen the bin. “You’re seriously testing my patience, here. Why are you collecting all this garbage? Can’t you collect something less… bizarre? Like seashells, or something.”

“I have some of those, too!”

“Not the point, here!”

You look down where your hands are pressing down on the lid of the bin, then back up at Scaramouche with a bit of a pout.

“Are you really making me throw it all out?” You ask, pitifully. He takes one look at you and grumbles with displeasure.

“That’s not what I said,” he rolls his eyes, crossing his arms as he looks down his nose at you. “You want to waste your time picking up other people’s trash and pretending it has meaning to you? Fine, be my guest. But don’t come crying to me when you realize you’re stuck with a container full of useless junk that nobody wanted anymore.”

“Sometimes, even the things that people feel have no practical use can be worth a lot to someone else,” you tell him. “Things don’t have to be worth anything to be wanted.”

Scaramouche chews on your words for a moment, then shrugs. “Sure, whatever you say, I guess.”

He doesn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon, so you tentatively open the bin and reach inside, fishing around until your fingertips grasp what you’re looking for.

“Are you sure you don’t recognize this one?” You ask, holding up the candy wrapper so he can see it. He scrunches up his nose at the offending item.

“Am I supposed to?”

“It’s from that festival in Inazuma,” you smile, bringing the wrapper to yourself gently. “The one you guys took me to when you found out I hadn’t been to one before.”

Scaramouche looks at it closer, out of the corner of his eye. He lets his shoulders slump and shakes his head with a huff.

“Whatever,” he says. “The rest of it is garbage, though.”

You put the wrapper away with a cheeky grin.

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eloise175 · 7 months

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VADTD cover analysis!

This stems from an analysis I did on the vadtd server (everyone is welcome to come and join us). Since there seem to be a few people who are confused about the order of covers or the seasons they represent, I decided to make a little analysis, (this is coming from someone who has almost all english physical copies of the manhwa). I shall fulfill my duty as self-proclaimed season speculator and covers analyst (•̀ᴗ•́)و

As of now we have 7 known covers, after Suol-nim made an announcement on twitter about how the 4th season will begin on the 30th of September, and with it came a picture of what might be the new season’s cover.

(To make the placement easier to understand, just look at it this way: the odd numbers are the main covers, whereas the even numbers are the filler covers, which was pointed out by @seirclys as well).

1. Let’s start from the very beginning with the first cover.

The first cover ever that we know of, where Penelope is by herself. We've seen this cover plenty of times. It’s the first season's start, and I'd also like to think that the fact that she is by herself is not only showing that she is the protagonist, but also her distance with everyone else.

We can see that there are various crystal hearts around Penelope and each represents one of the male leads.

Penelope is laying in a coffin, (most likely symbolizing the many in-game deaths), and surrounded by flowers, more specifically white lilies that we see in the novel illustration of Penelope.

She is wearing the dress which is said to be her favorite. It appears each time a panel of the actual game is shown. It seems to be her trademark dress.

Penelope is holding onto a dark red rose, which could represent how she chose Eckles as her escape out since his affection score rises easily; alternatively it could represent her.

2. The second one is not a season start cover, nor a main cover, it’s a physical copy cover because the first season was broken in multiple parts when published as physical.

On the cover we see Penelope and Emily; I think this shows how now Emily is firmly on Penelope's side and will continue to serve her from then on. The duchy in the background and Emily's presence could also be symbolizing how other servants as well are now recognizing Penelope as their superior, like the head butler Pennel did.

Penelope’s dress is a stark contrast to the one seen on the first season cover. Her dress is very bright and shorter, looking to be made for a more leisurely time. There is also a book in her hand and her expression is calm, while Emily brings a cheerful air.

3. The third in line is a main cover, and consequentially, the second season's cover.

On the cover we see Penelope and Reynold standing back to back, and the place is the attic where they had a verbal altercation, however Reynold understood where he went wrong. Their position shows how they are close but yet so far; Reynold from now on will try to mend his relationship with Penelope (in his own way), while Penelope for the time being doesn't want to have much to do with him. They will grow closer as time goes by.

Reynold has a remorseful expression while Penelope is almost indifferent, neutral even.

Some of her hair is resting on his shoulder, and she is holding a pink rose, which from my understanding is a nod towards Reynold since now we know that his affection score is pink.

I think that it all means that, despite the two of them having clashed the most, Penelope is still welcome to allow Reynold to be close to her.

Thorny vines are present at the top, together with pink roses and blue roses that look to be yet again hinting at Reynold’s affection score, and possibly how his relationship with her will be meant to be: lighthearted feelings, with brotherly love.

4. Like the second one, the fourth cover is mostly a physical copy cover, since season 2 was broken in parts for serialization reasons.

On the cover we see Penelope and Callisto, who is very present in the hunting arc. He stands far from Penelope, signaling that the two of them are not that 'close' during this time in the story. Callisto could also be considered as being more in the background since he is the farthest away from Penelope, unlike Emily and Reynold so far.

Callisto is looking at Penelope with an observant expression, whereas Penelope is looking at us. I’d like to point out that Penelope is always looking at the viewer, while if there are other characters in the cover, they are always looking at her.

Both of them are wearing their garments from the hunting tournament. Their weapons are also in sight, which are quite important in this particular arc.

Penelope’s crossbow and her use of it is what got her banned the previous year, and this time around it will be used to save both her and Callisto from the assassins chasing them. Callisto’s sword will slay the bear that attacked Penelope, and it was also used by him to aid Penelope in their fight against the assassins.

The missing thorns and roses signify Penelope’s views on Callisto at the time. She still does not consider him a love interest in full despite him being one.

It is highly likely that Callisto will get another cover, which will no doubt be a main season’s cover. I believe he will get more covers after that one too *cough* side stories and special chapters *cough*

5. The fifth cover is a main cover, and season’s 3 main cover.

It features Penelope and Derrick standing with their backs to each other, separated by prison bars, symbolizing Penelope's wrongful incarceration, as well as her cutting ties with Derrick after the trial.

The broken blue string is a call back to how Penelope was seen 'stepping’ on a blue ribbon, which is a figuration and meant to represent her relationship with Derrick, to show how she is once and for all cutting every connection to him, writing him out of her options.

Both of them are dressed in the same attire we see on them during the trial arc, showing exactly when their affiliation became strained.

Although they are standing back to back, it is very different from how Reynold did it, (Reynold was basically sitting next to her with her hair even falling on his shoulder, basically very close); Derrick on the other hand has no physical contact with Penelope whatsoever and we can only see half of his face, his figure is also fading towards the bottom.

In her hand Penelope is holding the dagger that was used as evidence to prove her innocence during the trial. The snapped string and the way she holds the dagger makes it appear as though she cut the string, which would be pretty ironic given how the dagger was the evidence of Penelope’s innocence, which Derrick doubted from the beginning, and because of his skepticism he did not get the chance to even know about the dagger before Penelope herself presented it during the trial.

Like with Reynold’s cover, there are thorny vines around the cover, however the roses here are darker in color and obviously meant to represent Derrick.

6. This is not a main cover, and is the filler cover for the continuation of season 3.

This cover represents the island arc where Winter is a prominent figure.

Like Reynold he is very close yet far at the same time, and like with Callisto, their distance shows a lack of complete trust from Penelope towards them. However whereas Callisto still didn't have Penelope's faith, Winter lost it in this arc.

Penelope's back is facing Winter, while he is reaching for her with a purple rose in his hand (the exact same color as his affection score), but there is no physical contact between the two.

Penelope is also adorning an almost indifferent expression. With his 'test’ to see if Penelope was a follower of the Leila, he endangered both the children and Penelope herself, which made her lose all of her hope in him.

At the season's end we see how Penelope cuts off ties with him as well and tells him to not look for her unless she looks for him first. It is pretty much the same situation that happened with Derrick; Penelope is giving her back to both of them with a serious and determinate expression on her face signaling how she ‘writes them off' her list of potential escape routes.

There is yet another pattern at the edges of the cover, consisting of thorny vines and roses in a coloring that represents the male lead featured on the cover.

The cover where Callisto is featured seems to be the only one so far (featuring a male lead) that does not have these thorny vines and roses, despite him very much being a male lead. I previously attributed that to his cover not being a main one, however after further inspecting Winter’s cover which is also a filler one like Callisto’s, I can say that it’s not the case. Perhaps the vines full of thorns are there to symbolize how each of the male leads did something that made Penelope reluctant to place trust in them and consequentially less prone to consider them successful escape routes.

7. The seventh cover was shared yesterday on twitter by Suol herself, and will most likely be the main cover for season 4.

This signals that the season will begin with Eckles coming back from his training, (I could explain the cover further, but it contains major spoilers so I won't include this segment, and I will be vague with the discernment of the cover's symbolism).

Eckles is shown to have a desperate expression on his face, and there is also a little distance between him and Penelope.

Due to the previous pattern of the last two covers, as well as Penelope's almost doubtful/ incredulous and somewhat 'angry’ expression, one could assume that Eckles did something that made him fall from Penelope's graces, so she'll most likely take a distance from him too.

Let’s talk about hand placement. His right hand is still the one that's holding the magical sword Penelope gifted to him when they went out and she bought him all the training equipment, together with the amulets for the Duke, Emily and Callisto.

His left hand looks to be holding Penelope’s quite tightly and she is not reciprocating the gesture, her hand is limp in his. There’s also a crumpled dark red rose in his grip that he is trying to make Penelope hold. Yet again, I believe that this detail too is showing how Penelope completely gave up on Eckles: he symbolizes the crumpled rose, and it’s almost as if someone let it fall to the ground in an uncaring fashion; while Eckles is trying desperately to make her change her mind.

Penelope is positioned physically higher than Eckles. Perhaps it’s a hint towards their difference of ranks and how Eckles views this in a bad light.

The background consists of the thorny vines that were present in the previous two covers and Reynold’s as well (which backs up further the theory that Penelope will distance herself from Eckles), with roses of pale and darker colors, which make them seem as if they're withering; the two of them look to be inside of the greenhouse, where they did appear once before.

Their attire is the same as when they went together shopping, which is a little unusual since it’s an ‘old’ reoccurrence, and it breaks the sequence of the characters wearing the same clothes from the beginning of the season/arc they’re meant to represent.

#el’s thoughts #cover analysis #volume analysis #a deep dive into VADTD’s covers #it’s almost 4am #i should sleep #penelope eckhart #penelope eckart #callisto regulus #reynold eckhart #reynold eckart #derrick eckhart #derrick eckart #winter verdandi #eckles #villains are destined to die #vadd #death is the only ending for a villainess #death is the only ending for the villainess

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iavenjqasdf · 4 months

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city of glass

The toilet flushes in a pretty normal way, but as the lacy underwear slides back up her shapely legs, just for the trip between the toilet and her client's bed in the next room, Elizabeth realizes the mirror in this bathroom is broken. A singular impact has sent spiderwebs of shattered crystal fractalizing across the reflective pane. Like someone had tried to punch themself in the face, but got confused on the way.

The sink seems to work fine though, and the soap actually seems like a nice kind; honey nectarine? Something sweet and fruity, but not too strong. Everything else besides the broken mirror is pretty normal.

She dries her hands off on a well-worn but mostly clean looking towel, detouring to the bedroom door.

"Coming to bed, dear?"

Her client leans out through the divider between the kitchen and living room, peeking out from between a pair of tattered dreamcatchers.

"one sec" Pots and pans shuffling, or being shuffled. What she could possibly be looking for at a time like this is beyond Elizabeth's wildest imagination.

She makes herself comfortable in the bed, familiarizing with her surroundings. Most of the space in here is taken up by the bed, but there's a little nightstand with a lamp to the right, and a big window facing a wall on her left. A painted advertisement for a long-defunct brand of liquor flakes off the brickwork across the alley. Cigarette butts litter the burn-pockmarked windowsill like pistachio shells.

The whole place is kind of small, but not awful by any means. It'd take some getting used to, but it certainly seems plausible that a person might live here, at least sometimes.

Her client comes in, barefoot, hiding something behind her back.

Elizabeth smiles, despite herself; the ones who bring her flowers always think they're so sweet, trying to be nice, make it feel more normal for themselves. She makes sure to be extra gentle with these types, only throwing the bouquet out once she was far enough away that they could imagine she kept it.

"Do you have something for me?" she intones, biting her lip, just the right ratio of playfulness and eroticism for a first-timer.

The client nods with a nervous little smile, cheeks flushing the loveliest shade of pink. She produces a kitchen knife from behind her back, at least 8 inches long.

"i'm going to use this on you!" she adds helpfully.

Fuck. Shame my shoes are across the apartment.

Without missing another beat, Elizabeth rolls to the opposite side of the bed, bringing the lamp into the window and shattering it with only moderate reverberation. Butts tumble onto the bedsheets as her nightgown catches on a shard sticking out of the frame but she scrambles through, tearing away a ragged chunk of cloth, but luckily not enough that her modesty would go unprotected.

She stumbles to her feet on the landing of the fire escape, barely catching a glimpse of her client watching curiously from by the bed, still standing where she'd revealed her instrument. Weird that she's not giving chase, but Elizabeth isn't complaining about the head start.

The iron stairs are cold and coarse against her tender soles as she clambers down a flight. The whole thing shakes violently, some bolts surely knocked loose by earthquakes over the years and never properly refastened. But it seems to be holding her weight okay, and there's only a few stories to go.

Through a gap in the iron overhead, she sees her former client emerging from the window, every spindly limb momentarily contacting the frame like a spider feeling its way through a portal, knifeblade gleaming in light caught from the streetlight at the end of the alley, her destination of escape.

Her weight is added to the structure as Elizabeth is about halfway down the next flight. The entire structure jerks violently a foot or more away from the building, and she breaks a nail grabbing onto the railing for dear life. The alley looms below, puddles of dried piss sprinkled with debris from old bottles hurled from across the way.

It's still far enough to the bottom that the fall would hurt her at least as badly as that knife, so Elizabeth takes a moment to steady herself, before she continues descending.

They're momentarily level, client arriving on bottom landing just as Elizabeth is about to depart. For a moment, their eyes meet. Elizabeth sees a bottomless abyss of pure terror, endless black void without a light at any end, and at the same the she realizes she's also looking at the reflection of herself above it all.

She keeps descending.

Figuring out how to lower the bottom part of the ladder would take too much time, so Elizabeth gets as low as she can, before she sees her client's toes inches above her fingers, and she knows it's time to let go.

The midair sight is frozen momentarily in her vision; the black sky above spattered with faraway twinkles, brick walls dripping with soot and smog rising up to either side, copper-green wrought iron ornamentation like prison bars over the confused face of her weird ratty skinny nemesis with glasses and a ponytail, watching her fall.

She yelps as tender knees and elbows meet rough gravel, broken glass. Raw panic burned as fuel, fragments of old soda bottles dig into her tender soles, but that's a problem to be set aside for later safety. She hobbles to the end of the alley, bloody tracks in her wake. She hears trash clattering and whiny curses; her client isn't far behind.

It's the middle of the night and the streets are completely deserted. Normally, she'd appreciate the privacy, but now even as she screams she feels a pang of terror realizing that there's no one around to hear her.

A tinkling bell; a coffee shop across the road! Elizabeth doesn't even bother checking both ways as she hobbles across the street because she knows there's no one coming, but that's okay. There's a glowing door, salvation now only feet away, and growing closer-

She slams face-first into the glass door, leaving an imprint of blood on the grime-streaked crystal.

Another precious second lost, more fluids leaving her body that she'd need more rest later just to bring the humors back into balance.

Not her main concern right now, though. Thank god; someone on the other side of the glass saw her, and they're coming to the door now; it's closed, but they're about to open it, and she's about to be safe again.

It cracks an inch and she begins to babble please help me there is a woman with a knife please you have to help me she's coming after me trying to kill me with her knife"

"Ew. Get a therapist."

The glass door slams into her face, sending her stumbling backward. She hears the lock click shut, blinds printed with a rainbow flag descend, a halo of red floating over pink blue and white. And now her client's caught up to her, too. Great.

Elizabeth's head is jerked back and something sharp pokes into her back, but doesn't break skin. Her client doesn't seem to know exactly what she's doing, which gives Elizabeth a moment to slam her elbow back straight into her solar plexus. The knife falls and nicks her just above the heel, but it's a small price to pay for the extra seconds it buys her.

There has to be another place for her somewhere, as long as she keeps moving. It's all about scraping together as much distance as you can and then maintaining it until you can reach a point of safety.

Mary gathers her breath, grasping for the knife laying on a bed of dead leaves and other sludge in the gutter. She cruses to herself, wiping the blade off on her boxer shorts.

When she wished for a bit more fight, she didn't realize there was a chance her wish could be granted. But the lady she wants to penetrate is running again, and it would be rude of Mary to give up her pursuit now.

Bloody footprints trail mark her path down the sidewalk and around the bend and Mary follows it, turning a corner to see her partly sunken into the asphalt. No, that's not it- she's going into a hole in the ground, a big metal circle lying on the street right beside. Clever girl!

Mary approaches the edge of the hole, staring down at the terrified glimpse of Elizabeth's eyes as she climbs down.

"you know there's poop and stuff down there right"

The fine lady doesn't even pause to reflect on this new information, instead sinking deeper into the darkness. Mary briefly considers following her down there. But her shoes are back at the apartment, too, and it seems really gross down there.

Damn, was their date over already?

She spies a grate just a bit further down the road, running over to kneel by the metal bars and listening. Wet footfalls and pancicked, dignified whimpers echo out of the abyss, growing quieter. So many potential vectors of infection down there! Why the lady would risk something like that, Mary doesn't know.

She presses her face against the cold metal in the dark empty street and shouts into the tunnels below, "call me?"

ao3:

#📝#strelitzia #mary #guro #ero guro #posting at midnight like a true nightwalker

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cyantomatos · 8 months

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Even Stars Will Fall - Ch 10

Pairing: Eventual Oberyn Martell x fem!Reader x Ellaria Sand (home stretch babiessssssss!!) Word Count: ~2k Warnings: More self-deprecation, a probably inaccurately described medical procedure Notes: Okay I know I said the party was going to be this chapter, but I realized I never actually fit this into the original outline and needed to get it done soon, and this felt like a good place to do it. I'm predicting 3-4 more chapters? Unless some weird shit happens that's what I'm thinking, and I PROMISE I will push to have it done by the end of the year. Also we're playing fast and loose with the GoT timeline here.

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“Do all seers have additional powers?” You’re avoiding the gardens and the library now, knowing Ellaria and Oberyn know you well enough to look for you there. It means there isn’t really anywhere in the palace you feel comfortable, so you find yourself visiting Amphise on a day you aren’t scheduled to have lessons.

You know she notices, but she doesn’t comment.

The old woman shakes her head, never looking up from where she is pulling weeds out of one of her numerous flower beds. “No, not all. I would say about half end up manifesting additional powers, but there are so few of us to begin with it is hard to tell.”

You let the silence sit for a few seconds, and then ask the question that has been itching at you. “Do you?”

Amphise smiles in a way that you’ve come to realize means she’s been expecting whatever you said, and nods. “I do. I have an affinity with plants.”

That actually makes a lot of sense. You glance around the back garden, looking at all of the plants in a new light now. “What kind of affinity?”

“You are getting better at asking the correct questions, child.” Amphise straightens, stretching and popping her back before slowly pulling herself to her feet. You resist the urge to offer a hand up after the first time she’d slapped your hand away when you tried. “I will admit, it is hard to explain. I can sense what I suppose you would call their feelings. Not in the way you and I have feelings, but I can understand if they need water or nutrients or more or less sunlight, and give encouragement to plants that are struggling.” She looks around her garden with a satisfied smile, bracing her hands on her hips. “It may not sound particularly useful, but it suits me. Most additional gifts enhance the normal abilities a seer already has.”

The woman turns, settling her knowing gaze on you. You try not to shrink under that look, reminded of when you’d get caught doing something you knew you shouldn’t as a kid.

“Now. Why are you avoiding the palace, child?” You let out a sigh, turning to look out over the cliff.

“I wondered when you would ask me.” Your eyes drift away from the crystal blue ocean and down to your lap where your fingers are twisting together the fabric of your skirt. It’s pink, so pale it almost looks white in some lights, and fades down to a rosy color at the bottom. It reminds you of a sunset.

“Oberyn… I don’t even really know how to explain what happened. I suppose I turned Oberyn down, and I’m afraid to face them both now.” You look up, not sure what you’re expecting to see on the woman’s face, but amusement was certainly near the bottom of the list. You frown, feeling a little like a petulant child at the expression on her face. “What?”

Amphise shakes her head, letting out a fond sigh and reaching out to pat your shoulder. “I am old, child, and I have seen many things in my lifetime. I have known that boy since he was a babe, and I knew he could not be patient. Some things you do not need a seer’s abilities to know.”

Your frown deepens at her words, and you look away as she turns towards a potted tree. “You will take the path that you will, but you are exactly where you need to be. Avoiding them will not get you where you need to go, child.”

Ellaria finds you, anyway.

You couldn’t resist stepping out into one of the larger gardens when you got back that evening, just wanting to see the decorations. With the party only a day away, most of the decoration is done, and it is a wonder to see. The garden is draped in gold, fine carpets littered with overstuffed pillows tucked between the bright blooms, tables dotted around just waiting to be filled with food and drink. You can just imagine the way it will look lit up and filled with people, and your chest tightens at the thought.

You see Ellaria coming from across the garden, and your chest tightens further at the way she picks her way carefully between the pillows and tables, one hand on her belly. She’s more waddling than walking now, and fondness wars with apprehension in your chest as she approaches.

She looks just as worried as you feel, but before she can say anything she’s wincing and curling in on her belly. You reach forward, putting a hand on her shoulder in concern, and she silently waves a hand to ward off your questions. “I am fine, sunflower, only false contractions. It happens towards the end of a pregnancy, nothing to worry about.” She takes a few deep breaths, and a few seconds later straightens up to look at you, concern back in her eyes.

“Oberyn told me what happened.” You immediately have to fight the urge to pull back, both emotionally and physically. It isn’t Ellaria’s fault, it isn’t Oberyn’s either, really, and you hate the idea of hurting either of them.

You must not avoid flinching, however, from the look on her face.

With a puff of air you look away, dropping your hand from her shoulder. “I don’t…judge either of you, for your lifestyle. At all. I just…I can’t put myself in that position knowing the two of you will always be more important to each other than I ever will to you. And that’s not fair, I know it isn’t, but I can’t help it.” You look back at her, eyes wide, begging her to understand this isn’t a rejection, just you trying to protect yourself.

Ellaria looks so sad it nearly breaks you. “Sunflower…Oberyn would never hurt you, neither of us would.”

You feel tears begin to gather in your eyes as you look down at the ground, unable to handle the pain in her eyes. “You wouldn’t hurt me on purpose, Ellaria. You can’t promise it wouldn’t happen by accident, but I can keep myself out of situations where it’s almost guaranteed. Joining you and Oberyn…I can’t compete with soulmates.”

Ellaria lets out a gasp, and you don’t want to look up again. It’s killing you, saying this to her, but it has to be said. You just hope you don’t lose them in the process of trying to protect yourself.

Caught up in your thoughts, you don’t notice Ellaria is silent until she lets out a pained sound. You finally look up, brows furrowed in confusion, to see her bent over slightly clutching her belly. For a moment you think it must be another false contraction, but when she doesn’t straighten after a few seconds longer, your worry morphs into something resembling genuine fear.

You reach out, placing a hand on her upper arm. “Ellaria?”

She lets out a long groan, reaching up to grip your forearm painfully tight. She quickly sucks in air through her teeth, her free hand sliding over her belly slowly.

“Ellaria, are you okay? Is the baby okay? What’s wrong?” Your voice is shaking, and you really do make an effort to steady it so you don’t freak her out, but this is new territory for you. You know very well how many women died during pregnancy and childbirth before modern medicine, and you have access to none of that here.

“I am…fine.” The words are strained as she somehow manages to grip your arm tighter.

A beat later, and then you voice what both of you must be thinking.

“This one’s not false, is it.”

Ellaria is silent for a moment, and then shakes her head. “No, I do not think it is.”

You turn towards one of the open archways, shouting for anyone that’s close enough to hear. Seconds later a woman dressed in plain clothes you often see the servants in comes running, her eyes widening almost comically when she sees Ellaria clinging to you to stay upright. Ellaria lifts her head, attempting a smile at the poor girl, voice shaky and strained. “I think it would be best to fetch the maester, quickly, this little sand snake is eager to meet her father.”

What somehow feels like both an eternity and mere seconds later, you’re sitting beside Ellaria’s bed as the room bustles with activity. She’s gripping your hand tightly, and you clench your teeth to keep from uttering even a peep at the crushing pain in your hand. It isn’t even a fraction of what she must be feeling right now, and you refuse to complain about pain within earshot of a woman in labor.

Right as the thought passes through your head she lets out a long moan of pain, her head thrown back against the pillow. Your heart clenches as you watch her ride out the pain, icy fear spreading through your veins despite knowing this isn’t the first time she’s gone through this.

As the contraction wanes you lift a glass of water to her mouth, and she drinks it down greedily before glancing up at you with a tired grin. “I can sense your worry, sunflower, but I will be fine. This is not my first birth, nor will it likely be my last.”

Before you can answer the door flies open, and relief washes over you at the sight of Oberyn. It feels weird to be relieved to see him after the last time you spoke, but you had begun to worry that he wouldn’t make it to the birth with how fast Ellaria was progressing.

He rushes forward, the calm expression on his face echoing the words Ellaria had just used to reassure you. “I came as fast as I could, my soul. How are you?”

Ellaria opens her mouth to respond, only for another contraction to interrupt, and instead another wail of pain fills the room.

The next few moments happen rather quickly.

You and Oberyn are pushed around and out of the way, and it’s almost comical watching the midwife boss the prince around. There’s a lot of commotion, and you don’t process most of it, focusing on comforting the woman pushing a child out of her body.

Less than half an hour after Ellaria went into labor in the garden, Oberyn is pulled to the foot of the bed to help catch his newborn daughter. You finally draw a full breath when you hear the tiny, angry cry pierce the room, letting go of the worry you had been carrying for the past half hour despite reassurances.

Oberyn slides onto the bed beside Ellaria, beaming down at the squalling baby in his arms. “She is beautiful. You did so well, as always, my soul.” Ellaria reaches out her free hand, the other still locked in yours, and brushes a finger across the newborn’s messy cheek before sliding her hand into Oberyn’s, a look of adoration on her face. “She is.”

You reach up, gripping your necklace out of habit for comfort as you watch the happy family, barely registering the stone already being warm to the touch over the pang ripping through your chest at the sight. You’d been so worried for Ellaria that you’d forgotten the conversation you had with Oberyn, and watching them together is just driving everything you said home. They belong together, and despite Ellaria stubbornly still gripping your hand tightly, you feel the space between you and them more keenly than ever before. You’re an outsider, an intruder, and you don’t belong here.

Ellaria finally drops your hand to take her daughter against her chest, and as she guides the fussy baby to nurse you scoot as quietly as you can away from the bed. You don’t see Oberyn look up, catching the door as it slips closed behind you, and you don’t see the look of pain the two share over their daughter's head.

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ramayantika · 11 months

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–✦– 𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨, 𝙍𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙒𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣 –✦–

Usha Lakshmi Gargi Ratri

Saraswati

I wonder why don't I ever concentrate on the pooja whenever I am in a group. I love to sit in front of my deities alone in a room in dark and let my thoughts and words wander. I know they they hear my inner thoughts as well as the words that project out of my mouth. It feels as if I am home with them only when I am the only one in a room.

It's the same even today. Today it is Basant Panchami. Dadi, my brother and I are doing pooja day. Dad is in another city and mummy has periods so she did not join for the aarti today. She had specifically asked me to keep a few pens and my RD Sharma Maths book near Saraswati maa's moorti.

Funny, how I call Devi Lakshmi as my sakhi and Devi Saraswati as Maa. As a child of five years, I used to watch this animated movie called Omkara on TV. Shivji and Parvati Devi had taken abode in the holy city of Kashi with Ganesha, Karthikeya, Lakshmi and Saraswati as their children. My mother would always tell me to be like Saraswati -- affectionate, kind, wise and simple.

Years flew by, and for a while, my connection with the deities dwindled even with my dearest god, Krishna. But, don't they say that the goddess of Knowledge sits on Vishnu's tongue. Won't the same goddess guide the one who has strayed away from its path?

I stare at the small moorti of the goddess. It took me back to my examination days. I always carried an examination board that had a photo of Devi Saraswati. She always looked so elegant and benevolent. I usually performed well in subjects like English, Hindi, Social Studies and Biology with her photo on my exam board, so I considered her as my lucky charm during exam days.

The Saraswati moorti looks beautiful. I stare at the veena in her hands and the large pink lotus on which she sits. For the first time, I get a tingly feeling running down on my spine -- the feeling that arises each time I am about to meet a goddess in person. Dadi is probably chanting Saraswati chalisa and my brother as usual is randomly mouthing the words and staring at the sweets.

Warmth engulfs my body, and I hear rain fall outside the balcony. My eyes close on their own accord, and for the first time I am given a divine vision.

The goddess is seated near a river bed that is brimming with fresh brightly coloured green grasses, and a few wild flowers. The river looks clean, completely transparent. It sparkles a little under the sun. Her fingers skillfully run on the strings of the Veena, producing the most beautiful tune I have ever heard in my life. Her eyes are closed, but I know she sees me. She knows that I am watching her.

After what feels like an eternity, she stops playing her instrument and opens her eyes. She smiles and gently calls her swan from the river. I turn back and see a large but majestic swan emerge from the crystal clear river with a string of pearls on its beak. The swan turns its head at me and nods. I gawk at the beautiful bird which causes the goddess to giggle. She composes herself and pats the swan's head. "It's a beautiful bird, isn't it?"

"The most exquisite looking swan, devi," I say as the swan gently lands the pearls near my feet. Frowning in confusing, I look at the goddess and ask, "Why did it give the pearls to me? They are yours."

"What do the pearls signify, my child?"

"Wisdom, purity, innocence, serenity and protecting, Maa."

Devi smiles. I see her face shine like the full moon. "Very good. That's true. Now let me tell you something." Her lovely fingers pick a delicate pearl. "Pearls are very difficult to find. They lie deeper and hidden in dark waters. Only the ones brave into the embrace the darkness of the ocean. You have to delve deep and have patience to look for them. There will be many obstacles on your way. You might feel tiredness seep into your bones. Sometimes you will see your companions getting these shiny pearls quickly while you barely find a shell on the water bed. You must remember that to get the best, sometimes you have to wait for long and keep persevering. One day, your hard work will pay off, and these pearls will be yours. Now, pearls also represent wisdom, don't they?"

I nod my head eagerly. She continues, "The quest for diamonds teaches you lessons of immense hard work and the sight to never consider any piece of coal or a stone to be ordinary. The journey to seek pearls gives you lessons of patience and the strength to take bold decisions to get the best of your life with grace, kindness and knowledge."

Her swan nuzzles on my thigh and I feel my legs stiffen which causes the goddess to chuckle. "Don't worry, my swan won't bite you. The worse it can do is drench you in river water to indulge in some mischief."

I nervously laugh and touch the swan's head with my index finger. My eyes then travel upwards to gaze at Maa's face. Her face softens with a knowing look. "You have a question, don't you?"

"There are nights, I hear a song far away from my house. It makes me wonder who I am. There's a lake near my house. Each time I peer at my reflection, I see a woman decked in red and dazzling jewels. For a man, she would be sensuality personified, but to me she appears divine. She has a sharp gaze that would make tongues stutter to make any remark at her. Then, the red clothes and gold jewels disappear. She then appears dressed in white with pearls and flowers around her wrists and legs. She looks lovely but in a different way. She radiates pure love. She looks at everyone with the eyes of a charmed lover, speaks words that would boggle the mind and make you question everything you have ever known. Later, she smiles knowing only a choice few would understand her language and her words. After a while, their faces morph into my reflection and I have never found myself look that divinely charming even in the mirror. Should I know who these women are? Are they me or will I grow up to be them?"

The goddess closes her eyes once again. Her form starts expanding to the skies. Golden efflugence effuses from her being while her fingers start to play the veena once again. She answers.

"You are them, yes, my child. You will grow up to be them. But remember, don't consider them to be separate from each other or from you. Red is for passion, energy and love. Men in your time will confuse this form as lust. You must build yourself in such a way that no man with a narrowed vision can hurl abuse your divinely form. Many are going to speak against you, even for the way you carry yourself and move. You, my child, are going to rise than them. I shall not speak much about your appearance in red. You will have another goddess tell you more, a goddess who often is misinterpreted and shunned today. Let me tell you about the woman in white."

Maa plays a beautiful set of chords that make me feel as if I am floating in air amongst twinkling stars. It feels blissful. Is this how sat-chit-ananda feels like?

A melodious laughter from Maa fills my ears. "Now, that's something for you to find out. I will not reveal everything to you. But for now, let me tell you about the second woman."

"She has the gaze and a hear of a lover. She will fall in love with everything life will give her, be it thorns or roses. Books are her companions. She is going to be a wonderful being of light, love, kindness and wisdom. She wears white to represent the holy and divine knowledge she has learnt in her life and other lifetimes to come. The pearls on her body stand for the important lessons on patience, beauty, virtue and serenity. She is a very mysterious woman. Some say she has the most complex thoughts about life, while a rare minds get through her way of flowery words and poetry to understand one simple Truth -- this Truth is again your quest to realize and understand. You cannot tie her to relationships and desires in the mortal sense. She will love you dearly, do everything that is best for you, but do not expect her to write ballads and love songs for you. Her love songs and poems speak about a different Lover. Who is that Lover is another question whose answer you must find yourself. She will be your guiding force in life and until you transform into her. As I said, you, we, them are all One."

Tears flow out of my eyes. Perhaps, I did find my answer to my questions. Maybe, I will grow and transform myself in the best way possible and help others in the same. Just like Maa said, we all are One, we all can help, learn and grow together.

"Jhia lo prasad ta ne kana emiti thakurani ku dekhuchu." (Daughter, have the prasad. Why are you staring at the goddess like that?"

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This is the longest in the series. I am really grateful for your comments and the amount of love you have poured out for this series. A lot of it is personal in these tales that happened to me in dreams and in some of my worst days. Maybe that's why it connects you all too. I promise, once I am done with this series, I will reply to all of your comments and reblogs.

And here you can make a guess about the next goddess as Maa said she will tell you about the woman in red, do you all have any guesses who will she be? This is a very easy answer 👀

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He’s So Lana Pt.2

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The clock ticked so slowly as I waited to close the shop. I read and reread Austins text a million times and it never failed to make me smile and butterflies swarm my tummy. Just those simple words “Dinner at my place at eight?” I kept running it through my head and counting down the seconds. The clock ticked six and I closed the shop in record time, forgetting about sweeping and shutting the computer down. I tossed my bag into the passenger seat of my VW bug and jumped in the front seat, the radio blaring The Beatles as soon as I turned the key.

I didn’t make it home until 6:30 and after calculating, Austins house was a 30 minute drive with traffic so I only had an hour. I only had an hour to pick out an outfit and do my makeup and hair. I quickly ran to my closet and after what seemed to be throwing every single article of clothing on my floor I decided on my all time favorite, holy grail vintage clothing piece, my 70’s Gunne Sax white v-neck midi dress. It had beautiful little purple lavender flowers on it, crystal buttons and lace straps and I matched it with a purple cardigan. I decided to do my hair and makeup first to protect the dress from any possible makeup spills.

I put my hair up in a very loose high ponytail and just put on light pink eyeshadow, mascara and a wine colored lipstick. I looked at the clock to see I had 10 minutes until I had to leave so I quickly took the dress out of its garment bag and pulled it on, matching it with purple Candies heels. I had just enough time to grab a basket and run out to my garden to put together a harvest basket for him. Mom always told me to never show up to a hosts home empty handed.

I put a couple oranges and apples in the basket and a tomato. I clipped some flowers and herbs and added them to the basket and went back inside. I grabbed a jar of blackberry jam and a jar of wine mustard I made the other day. I finished it off by wrapping a fresh loaf of zucchini bread in a cloth and laying it in the basket.

I grabbed my patchwork purse and the basket and ran out of the door. Quickly running back in once I realized I forgot my keys… and to lock the door.

I was incredibly nervous the entire drive. Would he not like my outfit? Or my car? Or not like me? He had only met me for a short time while I was working but what if really getting to know me scared him away like many before him. Dates always had me nervous after my last boyfriend. He was a gentleman and so nice during the first few months but after a while, he became cruel and violent. I have the scars to prove it.

My GPS told me to take a right which a came to a complete stop as I looked at the road to my right. It was gravel and wooded all around. I sighed and hoped the gravel wouldn’t destroy my 1967 VW. I drove slowly and continued to monitor my GPS when it told me the destination was on my left. I didn’t see anything so I drove a little further until a large farmhouse came into view. I parked, grabbed the basket and my purse and walked up to the door, knocking twice before stepping back.

I heard some movement in the house and could see a figure through the stained glass window. The door opened and there he was, wearing a blue apron over his dark jeans and blue denim-like long sleeve button up. “Hi.” I said. “Hey, come on in.” He smiled. I nodded and walked in the house. “Here you go. Thank you for inviting me over.” I smiled, handing him the basket. “Oh of course. You didn’t have to bring anything.” He said, moving somethings around to look at all the items in the basket. “My mom always told me to never arrive at someone’s home empty handed. And its just some things from my garden or made from things from my garden.” I smiled. “I’ve never gotten something this thoughtful.” He smiled. “I hope you like everything.” I said. “I know I will. Come on in, make yourself at home. Dinner is almost done.” He said. I followed him into the kitchen and sat at one of the barstools and watched him cook.

“I have never been on a date with a guy that can cook.” I smiled. “Really? I think more people should try to learn to cook, I really enjoy it.” He said. “I’m definitely more of a baker than chef but I know enough to survive.” I laughed. “Baking is an entire new territory I am yet to conquer.” He said. “What’s your favorite thing to cook?” I asked. “Well, my comfort food is just a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but I really enjoy making sourdough grilled cheese and homemade tomato soup.” He said. “Is that what you’re making now?” I asked. “Yeah, is that alright? I didn’t realize how low I was on ingredients until I started cooking.” He laughed. “That sounds wonderful.” I smiled.

He grabbed some cream from the fridge and added it to the soup. “I told you about my family, I’d love to hear about yours.” I said. “Well, I have an older sister, she moved states a couple of years ago and my dad still lives here.” He said. “Have you always lived here in California?” I asked. “Yep, I lived in New York for a little while I was on broadway but I missed this place more than anything.” He said. “So a Cali boy through and through. Do you surf?” I asked. “I tried a couple times but was never successful. I want to try again sometime.” He said. “It’s a lot of fun. My dad taught me.” I said. “I have an extra board, if you want I can take you out sometime and teach you! Its like riding a bike.” I smiled. “I’d really like that.” He said. “You’re going to love it. Maybe one of the times, I can bring my dad so you can learn from the master himself. He hasn’t been out on the water since mom passed so I think it’d be great for him.” I said. “Sorry, that was weird.” I said with a nervous laugh. “No, I think that would be a really great time.” He smiled.

I nodded. After that there was an awkward pause. Damnit, I blew it. I got too comfortable and blew it. “When did you lose your mom?” He asked quietly. “When I was 24, so almost 3 years ago.” I said. He nodded. “When did you lose yours?” I asked. He looked up with a confused and sad look. “How’d you know?” He asked. “I can just tell, there’s apart of you thats lost, searching for something.” I said. “I was 23.” He said. I could tell they were close and that it was a fragile subject for him. “Look at us, two half orphans.” I said, reaching over the counter and stroking his hand.

He took the grilled cheese off of the stove and put them on plates and grabbed bowls for the soup. “Do you have pets?” I asked. “I don’t. I really want a dog though.” He said. “Do you like cats?” I asked. “You know, I’ve never had a pet cat before.” He said. “I have cats. They are the lights of my life.” I laughed. “Cats.. plural?” He laughed. “Yep. I have well um…” I sighed. “2?” He asked. I shook my head. “4?” He asked. “5?” I shook my head. “Oh my. 6?” He laughed. “Close enough. 6 are mine and one just lives with me.” I laughed. “Tell me, how’d you get all of these cats?” He asked. “Well, I found Moe, Larry and Curly on the side of the highway in a bag when they were kittens, Lieutenant Dan showed up in my backyard and he was missing his front paws, Moe ended up being a girl and two kittens, Mercury and Styles and the one that lives with me was my moms cat, she’s a Maine coon named Zeus and weighs 25 pounds.” I said, holding back my laughter. “Oh my, thats a lot of cats.” He said, joining in on my laughter. “I’ll have to meet these cats. But first, is that a cat scratch on your arm?” He asked, referring to the vertical scar on my wrist. “Oh no no, they aren’t aggressive!” I reassured. He smiled.

He spooned the soup into two bowls and put the grilled cheese’s on plates. He grabbed silverware and napkins and set a bowl in front of me, the other on the placemat next to me. “So how’d you get into the record business?” He asked as he sat next to me. “So my parents had a college fund set aside for me, it was enough to go to any school I wanted and get any degree I wanted but of course, me being me, I took all the money and bought the building that is now Lucy In The Sky. My parents of course weren’t to happy about that and thought it’d would be better if I moved out so I moved in with my boyfriend at the time, he was horrible so that pushed me to spend most of my time working on remodeling the shop and hunting for cheap records to buy to get started. It was a journey but now somehow I am the owner of the most successful used record store in California.” I laughed. “That’s amazing. Did your parents ever get over it?” He asked. “I don’t think completely but we became closer again a couple years ago. I think my dad is proud now.” I said. “He should be. You built that all yourself.” He said. “With his money.” I laughed. “But if you didn’t put the work it, money or no money it wouldn’t have mattered.” He said. “I guess you have a point.” I smiled. I dipped the grilled cheese in the soup and took a bite. “Holy shit, that’s amazing.” I said, covering my mouth as I ate. “I’m glad you like it.” Austin said. “Like it? Like it?? This is like death row final meal choice quality!” I said, taking another bite. “Oh it gets better each bite.” I said.

“Tell me, what’d you think of Lana?” I asked. “I honestly don’t know how I’ve gone this long without listening to her.” He said. “Favorite song on the album?” I asked. “Born to die and National Anthem had really nice feels to them but Video Games was an out of body experience.” He said. “That is literally the only way to describe Video Games. That song got me through a lot.” I smiled. “I can tell her music means a lot to you.” He said. “It really does. In the entire shop, she is the only artist we sell new vinyl of.” I said. “I can see why. Her music is lovely. It draws you in like a siren’s song.” He said. “You have a way with words, Austin. Do you write?” I asked. “Thank you. I try to journal everyday but I’ve never written anything serious before.” He said. “You really should. You have the words of a poet.” I said. “Do you write?” He asked. “Yeah, its the only way I can express myself when I’ve feeling stressed or sad, or even happy.” I said. “Thats so beautiful.” He smiled.

We spent the next half hour talking about his upcoming Elvis role along with many other things. “How about we go in the living room and listen to some music?” He asked. “I’d love to but at least let me help with the dishes first.” I said. “Nope, I simply can not allow such a beautiful woman help clean up.” He smiled as he held his hand out. I blushed as I grabbed his hand and we walked into the living room. “Oh no way you have a Rega!” I squealed as I took in his record player and stereo system. “Is that a good one? I picked it up at a place downtown. Your shop doesn’t have record players, right?” He asked. “Its a great one, I’d definitely own one if I could afford it. I’m more of an audio technica gal. And nope, we don’t. Not enough profit.” I said. “Gotcha.” He said. “Do you mind if I?” I asked. “Not at all, go crazy.” He said.

I got down on my knees and turned the receiver on and picked up a record from his shelf. I grabbed Abbey Road. “A classic.” He smiled. “Yes it is.” I said as placed it on the turntable and placed the tone arm down on She Came In Through The Bathroom Window. I let my body flow and move to the music, smiling at Austin as I turned. I reached my hand out to him. “I’m not much of a dancer.” He laughed. “Well we better fix that, soon to be Mr. Presley.” I said as I pulled him up.

I guided him in the movements through the rest of the song. We laughed as he spun me and I came crashing into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his torso as we rocked back and fourth. People would say we honestly looked insane if they say us. I was just happy.

We sat down on the couch as Golden Slumbers came on and I sat down next to him, a slight distance between us as I closed my eyes swayed. “Sleep pretty darlin’ do not cry.” I mouthed. “My mom sang this to me as a lullaby.” I smiled. “Thats beautiful.” He said. I watched as he pretended to yawn and then laid his arm over my shoulders. I leaned into him a little as I tried not to laugh. “That was so lame.” I giggled. “It really was. That was my go to move as a teenager.” He said laughing. I comfortably laid on his chest until the end of the album. “Lets see what else ya’ got.” I smiled as I stood up and went back over to his albums. I put Abbey road back into its sleeve and put it away. “Got any Pink Floyd?” I asked. “I don’t think so.” He said. “Darn, you have a great collection beside the missing Floyd.” I said. “I’d love to see your collection sometime.” He said. “You’ve seen it.” I said. “Hm?” He asked. “The store is my collection. If I have something I want to listen to, I grab it from the store and then put it back on sale.” I said. “That’s actually really smart.” He smiled. “I know, right?” I laughed.

I pulled a record from the shelf and set it on the turntable. The sounds of Lana Del Rey’s Video Games came over the speakers. I sat back down next to him and leaned on his shoulder. I looked up at him, his eyes were closed and lips parted as he listened to the song. “She’s ethereal, isn’t she.” I smiled. “I think you’re ethereal.” He said, looking down at me. I blinked for a moment as I took in his words. I sat up, my legs straddling his. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered. I looked down as I blushed. His hand came up and lifted my chin to look at him. “Don’t get shy on me.” He said. He pushed my hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. My heart took over as I flew forward and placed a heavy kiss on his lips. His hands buried in my hair and pulled me impossibly closer as my heart felt as though it was beating out of my chest. His thumb brushed against my bottom lip once I pulled away. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He smiled. “Not bad yourself.” I smiled.

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yoojungtheebiaswrecker · 1 year

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Junji x Black!Fem Reader (with locs)

(18+ MDNI) Fluff, Reader Dom in Relationship, Junji Dom in Bedroom, Gender Neutral Genitals, Shy Junji!

POV: you met Junji in an elevator before the LA OOO concert and he had to have you…

🌞 My Sunshine 🌞

They were all beautiful, yes, but they weren't you, which gave him hope that she could be his one day. You had captivated him and he couldn't help but be drawn to her. As soon as he knew you were very kind after requesting your number after the show, you could speak Korean fluently, and you were a genuinely beautiful person inside and out, he was smitten.

After all, he couldn’t imagine himself being anyone else’s except for yours. When he first saw you in an elevator in the mall the day before the Los Angeles concert, it was like something clicked in his brain and he became entranced by your presence. He couldn’t get enough of the sweet smell of you. He was addicted to the sound of your laughter as you radiated warmth, happiness, and so much beauty it took his breath away. It didn’t matter what you looked like, you presence always made him want to hug you closer to himself as if protecting the world from her. You was the kindest woman he’d ever met, and seeing you happy brought him joy in return.

He spent the entire tour thinking about how to get his hands on her and make you feel the same way. About four months have passed since you two started dating each other long distance. You talked to each other every day despite the time difference, but that didn't stop the ongoing chemistry. Junji was finally back in LA for a while as things had died down for the band.

"Junji, let's go to my place. I just need to relax and I would love it if you were there with me." you said as they left the restaurant after a delicious dinner at Nobu. The Malibu sunset made it all more romantic. Junji didn't want to sexualize you at all, but with the beautiful two piece set she wore, the way her crystal necklaces bounced off her body as you walked and her waist beads hugging her sides, he couldn't help but let his mind wander.

"Of course, Y/N. I would love to be there for you as long as I can." he said knowing he would have to go back to Korea soon.

You smiled and took the lead down the hill and back to her old white mustang. He loved that you took the lead and were the more dominant one in the relationship. He was absolutely whipped for you, and he wanted to show you that as best he could.

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The car was comfortably silent. "You know I'm so happy you're all mine. You're the best thing to happen to me. If we didn't tour here, I wouldn't have found my source of happiness in a person." Junji expressed to you as he gazed deeply in your eyes at the traffic light just outside of Culver City where you lived.

"Baby, that means so much. Thank you, my love." You said giving him a kiss on the cheek. As you pulled away, you got lost in his eyes. After about 10 seconds, Junji kissed you hard on the lips. The kids began to get heated. Before things got heavy, you both jumped as the car behind you ruined a beautiful moment.

"I- I'm so sorry!" Junji said and he shrunk in his seat out of embarrassment. You laughed a little too hard and told him it's okay. The rest of the car ride was quiet, but you couldn't stop gushing over the sheer embarrassment on Junji's face as is ears turned red.

As you stepped out of the car after a long drive through LA traffic, Junji closely followed you up the stairs to your loft apartment filled with flowers, plants and eclectic items you've collected over the years.

"Come on baby, don't be shy!" you exclaimed as Junji slowly took off his shoes and examined the large studio apartment with yellow and pink light pouring in from the sunset. He slowly nodded, and came to the couch as you turned on a playlist you made for Junji last month full of neosoul and songs you grew up with from your childhood.

"Don't be embarrassed my love, it's me! You're welcome here. Make yourself at home." you reassured.

"Y/N... I'm just a bit nervous because..." he paused.

"I really like you and I've been wanting to show how much I like you." he said and he walked closer to you, but still hesitant.

"You know, I was hoping you would go there with me tonight." you said with a smug on your face as you stepped closer to him. "Don't be shy my love. You initiated it."

"Well..." he started. "I-"

Before you could say anything, you aggressively started kissing him. Initially, it took him by suprised, but he quickly got into it knowing what he wanted to do to you. When you broke the kiss, Junji was panting for air and blushing madly. "So I take it this is a 'yes'?" he asked hopefully. You chuckled and nodded as you took him by the hand and led him to your bedroom.

He undressed quickly once inside of your bedroom as you helped him remove his clothes. He gripped your ass perfectly and caressed your body with care, but eagerness. He lifted vour shirt over vour head and tossed it aside, placing soft kisses down your chest and stomach, making his way to your hips and slowly slipping your underwear off. He admired your beautiful figure and admired the contrast between your thighs, especially in the shape they are. His mouth traveled upward to bite into your breast gently and sucked gently. You moaned lightly, closing your eyes tightly as pleasure overcame you. Junji continued sucking on your breast and massaging its tip with his fingers.

You wrapped your legs around him lovingly and he immediately slid himself into you, and then thrust slowly with your hips until he reached that special spot of yours.

"A- AH! Junji! Baby..." you moaned.

"You.. feel... so good." he muttered in between grunts.

In a swift motion, he picked you up and pushed you against the wall while kissing you ravenously. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he entered you with ease as he ran his tongue across yours. With a deep grunt of effort, he entered you as fast as possible until he came inside of you with one forceful thrust.

You panted heavily as you rested your hands on the wall to keep yourself steady.

"JUNJI!" you screamed as you threw your head back against the wall reaching that sweet point. In the same motion, Junji sucked hard on your neck leaving a deep purple mark.

With one final thrust, he stopped moving and stared into your eyes. Both of you flushed, sweaty and exhausted from such intense lovemaking. He gently stroked your hair and kissed you on your forehead lovingly.

As he slowly let you off of him, you lightly stumbled. He noticed and picked you up and placed you on the bed without a word, but still maintaining a loving and hazy stare. You laid back and sighed contently as Junji got into the bed beside you and cuddled close to you.

He gently wrapped your arms around you and kissed you slowly. As you pulled away, you started laughing.

"What now?" he said smiling ear-to-ear.

"I thought I was supposed to be the dominant one in the relationship!" you giggled as you looked him up and down.

"I thought so too... but you take care of me all the time love. I wanted to take care of you Y/N." he expresses as you stare deep into his eyes.

"I don't know what I'm going to do when I go back to Korea. You've done so much for me and given me a feeling I haven't felt before." he said.

"Oh my baby, you're going to make me cry." you say as you tear up.

"I just-" He pauses. "I love you, Y/N."

With that, you burst into tears and hug him tightly. He holds you closely and caresses your locs from root to tip that became unraveled during that heated intimate moment you both shared just moments ago.

"I love you too, Junji." you say as you look up at him.

You both take a deep breath and inhale the fresh smell of flowers hanging from the ceiling as you both watched the sunset from the large window enjoying the view of the cityscape.

The sky had changed colors from oranges to pink as night falls and it makes you realize what you both have been through today. It has truly meant the world to you, and you are grateful you met Junji because otherwise, you wouldn't have anyone who understands you so well, and you feel more secure knowing he feels the same way.

This was my first time writing a smut. I hope you guys enjoyed and I think I will write more in the future. There’s not enough OOO content on this app lol. Let me know if you want more. 🖤

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brianedner · 2 months

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8: How Eclipsa's trial during 3.16.1 should have gone

Follow up to “How Moon and Eclipsa’s talk in 3.15.2 should have gone.”

Eclipsa was sitting in her room when Moon and Omnitraxus Prime walked in. She looked up at them in surprise.

“Moon, Omni! Did you figure out how to do my trial?”

Both of them nodded at that. “We only have one last thing to figure out, and Moon thought we should give you the option.”

Eclipsa turned to Moon at that. “Well, what is it?”

“Technically there are two collections of crimes against you that should be handled by two courts. The first are crimes against the kingdom itself, and the second are crimes against magic and the multiverse.” She then handed two packets to Eclipsa. “These packets have the specifics for you to go over. You can have one week to go over them and then decide which one you want to go through first.”

Eclipsa shot Moon a look. “Can’t I just do both at once and get them over with?”

“Absolutely not! Mewni and the MHC have separate jurisdictions and melding them here would bring that separation into question. If we start prosecuting you for local crimes, other dimensions would start thinking we would mess with their local politicians and either raise a stink or cut off contact with us entirely!”

“Omnitraxus! Calm down!” Moon turned back to Eclipsa. “While his delivery could have been better, he is right. The MHC is an organization that is supposed to be separate from any one government and its issues. This is why the queens of Mewni only become members after we hand over the crown to our daughters, and even then we are forbidden from getting involved with issues related to Mewni.”

Eclipsa then smiled and reached under her bed to pull out two books. One was labeled ‘legal proceedings of the MHC’, while the other was labeled ‘legal proceedings of Mewni.’

“I have been doing some research through some of the books I asked for. There is one way we can do both at once.”

Omni’s eyes began to widen as what she was saying finally realized what she was asking.

“Eclipsa, are you SURE you want to do this? I might not like you, but no one should have to go through that. Every secret and belief you hold will be laid bare for all to see. You will be tried and sentenced on the spot with no chance of appeal. Even Rhomulus’s crystals would be kinder than what it would do to you.”

Eclipsa just stood tall and looked him in the eye, her posture fully conveying the queen she once was.

“I am sure. I have hidden and been hidden long enough. It’s time for everyone to see me for who I really am. If it means I die, then I will die on my terms.”

Moon and Omni looked at each other before looking back and nodding.

“I understand Eclipsa. We will have the trial set up tomorrow.”

She just smiled at Moon. “Thank you.”

Butterfly Throne Room during 3.16.1

Moon’s Throne sat empty at the head of the room with River sitting to its left and Star to its right. The left side of the room had the MHC except Lekmet and Glosseryck. The middle of the room had a stand where Eclipsa stood in handcuffs and her formal wear. On the right side of the room was a jury box with 9 noblemen and women sitting in it.

Star could only shoot the noble a look.

The nobles included a pink-haired woman in a pink and yellow dress holding a flower-printed fan; a dark aquamarine-haired woman with a hat sprouting 4 feathers; a bald man with a bright red beard; a nurse with bright pink hair; a man with dark brown hair and a plain khaki suit; a grey-haired man in a squires outfit; a light purple-haired woman with a beret; a dark red-haired women with a bright red ruby on her chest; and a tall green-haired women with a pair of pine tree shaped earrings and neckless.

Lady Jasmine Flowers, Lady Marine Waterson, Lord Falcon Redbird, Lord Jordan Fields, Lord Percy McKnight, Lady Carice Cross, Lady Berenice Firefly, and Lady Juniper Forest. The 9 heads of the noble houses of Mewni.

Star never had a good relationship with them due to her habit of ignoring rules and making a mess. If what Eclipsa and Moon were saying were true, then that relationship would tank even more.

BANG BANG BANG

“All Rise! The joint court of the Magical High Commission and Mewni is now in session. Her Majesty, Queen Moon of Mewni, presiding.”

Moon then walked in from behind her throne and stood in front of it.

“Thank you. We are gathered here today for the trial of Eclipsa-“

BANG

The door was thrown open by Sean who then pushed in a typewriter.

“Sorry, I’m late! We haven’t had a trial of this magnitude in so long, I didn’t know where to find the typey thingy. I mean, a real trial! This is exciting!”

“That depends on where you’re sitting.”

…

“As I was saying, we’re gathered here today for the trial of Eclipsa.”

Moon shot Sean a look for his loud typing.

“We shall determine once and for all whether Eclipsa has committed the evil deeds recorded in the Mewni histories and the crimes recorded in the Magical High Commission records, or MHC for short. If she is found guilty of the MHC crimes, the punishment will be crystallization. If she is found guilty of the Mewni crimes, she shall be executed. If she is found guilty of both, then she will be executed. Is this acceptable to the MHC?”

“Yeah, though I still think we should just crystalize her now and be done with it.”

“Quiet Rhombulus.”

“Well, that sounds good to me. But what is she doing here?”

Heckapoo pointed at Star.

“This is supposed to be a private hearing!”

“Star is the crowned princess of Mewni. Since I am proceeding, she is representing house Butterfly in asking the question for the trial.”

“I have no objection either Queen Moon.”

Moon nodded in gratitude at Omni before turning to the nobles of Mewni. “Is this acceptable for the nobles of Mewni?”

The nobles all conferred with each other before Lord Redbird spoke up.

“We have no issues with this, Your Majesty.”

Moon then turned to Eclipsa. “Now before we begin, I must ask once more. Are you sure about choosing Trial by Box? The Box is a ruthless seeker of truth. If you attempt to conceal anything from it, crystallization or death may be the least of your worries.”

“I’m tired of sitting around waiting for you to decide my fate. I’ll give you the truth, all of it, and it, and if that means crystallization or death, so be it.”

Moon kept looking at her for a few seconds before turning to Sean.

“Sean, we wish to invoke trial by Box.”

He immediately snapped to attention.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

He then ran out the door of the throne room before immediately returning, pushing a large and ornate cart labeled “Box of Truth.” He then stood in front of it at attention.

“The Box of Truth has arrived!”

With the pull of a rope, the curtain in the front raised to reveal…

“Wait, is that Truth or Punishment?”

The entire room turned to look at Star.

“What are you talking about Star?”

“A while back Ponyhead brought a box that looked just like that to our sleepover where we played a game with it. called ‘Truth or Punishment.’”

Heckapoo growled in anger at that before pulling out her scissors.

“DON’T! We can worry about what Princess Ponyhead did later. For now, let us continue with the trial.”

Moon then turned to Star. “Star, The Box is not a game!”

Who do you have a crush on?

“Queen Moon!”

Rhombulus then covered where his mouth would be while everyone else in the room just looked at him. Moon just sighed and pinched her forehead while sighing.

“It must be on the wrong setting”

She then picked it up and turned it upside down, revealing a dial with settings labeled party, intervention, bachelorette, and trial. After setting it to the last one, she put it back down.

“The rules are simple. Each member of the MHC and head of a Mewni hobble house may ask one question, and the accused must answer.”

She then taped the top, causing the box to float into the air.

To all who seek the path of knowledge, listen well to this decree. Surrender to the eye of justice. Swear an oath of Truth to me.

The top of the box then rose to reveal a mouth.

“Ooh. Different poem. Different poem.”

One by one everyone put their pinky into the mouth and swore to tell the truth. When the last one did so, it closed and floated into the middle of the room.

And now, it’s time for Trial by Box.

A large eye formed on the outside, shining a light on Eclipsa while a second light emerged beneath it onto an empty spot.

“We will begin with the MHC asking the questions, followed by the Mewmin nobles. Rhombulus?”

Rhombulus walked forward into the second light.

“Eclipsa, did you write the evil chapter in the book of spells? That’s the one filled with dating advice for monsters, your diary entries, and how to cast dark magic spells?”

A panel on the box emerged with the words Exhibit A written on it as a holographic image of the box appeared in front of Eclipsa. The book then flipped through its pages, showing Eclipsa what was in the chapter.

“Yes, I did, but, for the record, I never called it the Evil Chapter. That was your people’s name for it. I wrote plenty of eviler spells that never even made it into the final draft. Writing is rewriting, you know.”

Truth

The nobles looked disturbed at that, while Rhombulus shot Omni a look while the other nodded in response before taking Rhombulus’s place under the light.

“Eclipsa, did you cast dark magic as defined by the MHC despite being warned multiple times not to?”

Eclipsa shrugged. “I have no idea. I never paid attention to the MHC rules on what dark magic is. I highly doubt it is that much different from the Mewmi version of it.”

Truth about not knowing, though her opinion on the differences between MHC dark magic and Mewni dark magic as a definition is incorrect.

Omni looked up at the box. “Can I tell her what the definition is and then have her answer the question?”

The box hovered in silence for several seconds before it responded.

I will allow it due to her ignorance of the topic impacting her ability to tell the truth.

He then nodded and turned towards Eclipsa again.

“To greatly simplify for the sake of time, all magical living things have a tiny magical portal to the magical dimension inside of them that allows them to do magic. The bigger the portal, the more powerful they are. Each one also had filters on it that limit the kinds of magic they can do with it.”

The box’s card changed to Exhibit B before a hologram of a Ponyhead appeared in front of Eclipsa.

“Think of the Ponyheads, they can all float, many have learned to control the weather, and some can shoot lasers from their horns. The laser part is something you need to be born with the filters allowing, while the weather control is something they can all do, but they need to practice it every day to slowly expand the size of their portal so they can do it better and with more control.”

River then raised his hand. “Like muscles! The kinds of exercises you do directly affect which areas of your body get more muscular, but there are genetic limits to how strong you can get that other people might not have. You also can’t exercise to the point of growing wings.”

At that, everyone (including the Box of Truth) turned to look at River in shock.

“River, that was… coherent!”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to

Omni kept looking at him for a few more seconds before turning back to Eclipsa.

“Let’s move on. Dark Magic is the kind that alters the portals in a target.”

The Ponyhead in the hologram was hit by a holographic beam of magic before breathing fire and then firing a laser strong enough to reduce a mountain to rubble.

“This magic targets the portal in them, forcing it open larger than normal and ripping out some of the filters.”

“So they’re magical steroids? Decrease the amount of training you need to do and drastically increase your performance in some areas, but with massive health repercussions.”

…

“That was two good analogies in a row. Is he a monster in disguise?”

No, he isn’t.

“He is right though.” The hologram then showed the ponyhead being hit by a beam of magic before breathing fire and shooting a laser with enough force to reduce a mountain to dust while bleeding from its eyes and mouth.

The hologram then changed to a Mewman wearing armor and surrounded by a magical bubble.

“As an offensive tool, it can be used to target magic directly to alter the spells of others.”

The magic bubble was hit by a spell before the inside became covered in spikes and closed in on the mewman inside.

Thankfully it ended before the results were shown. It was then replaced with two images, a ponyhead and Toffee.

“It can also kill magical creatures that use magic to survive by severing their portal.”

The ponyhead was struck, causing it to fall to the ground and begin to flop around like a fish out of water.

“Or, it can be added to a spell to allow it to target a creature that would normally be immune to it.”

Toffee was struck in the heart by a blast that caused him to completely disintegrate while Moon looked on in shock.

Omni turned to look at Moon. “You cast it one time in a situation where it was the least bad option. You were never in trouble for this.”

He then turned back to Eclipsa.

“Does this context change your answer?”

She could only blink before turning back to the hologram of her book and flipping through its pages. After several seconds, she closed it and turned back to Omni.

“After reviewing my book, it looks like all my spells had some dark magic in it. Even the ‘all-seeing eye’ had it so it could peer through magical barriers. I also liked how it gave my spells a dark purple color.”

True

Eclipsa began to look worried at this point while Heckapoo walked up to her.

“Do you remember the conversation we had the month before you abandoned your post?”

The box’s card changed to Exhibit C and a hologram of Eclipsa sitting at a table with Heckapoo standing in front of her appeared. The holo-Heckapoo then bowed to Eclipsa, who nodded in response.

“Your Majesty.”

“Heckapoo.”

A serious look came across Heckapoo’s face. “We need to talk about your use of Dark Magic. It is getting out of hand and presents a clear and present danger to you and you people.”

Eclipsa just scoffed at that.

“MY people? The ones that oppose every edict I try to pass? The ones that don’t approve of me doing anything that doesn’t directly benefit them? I have read the list of what makes magic dark, and if I limited myself to that I wouldn’t be able to do anything except kill monsters and benefit people that wouldn’t lift a finger to help me.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right about that. But just because they are jerks doesn’t give you the right to sign their death warrants. Also, I am not talking about what they call dark magic, I mean what we call Dark Magic.”

Holo-Eclipsa just scoffed. “Do you think I care about the difference?”

“You should! Our definition is the kind that specializes in destroying magic! If cast inappropriately on a magical dimension, like Mewni, then you could destroy the entire thing! It has already happened 30 times!”

“Yeah, and if I keep eating Snookers, I will clog my arteries while giving food to monsters will destroy our economy. I am not going to let so-called ‘exerts’ from anywhere restrict me from doing what I think is right. I am going to do what is best for me and the people I care about, and take my lumps if it turns out I am wrong.”

She then looked holo-Heckapoo in the eye. “Now, get out of my office.”

Holo-Heckapoo scowled at her before bowing and then made a portal before she stepped through it.

Eclipsa just stared at it in horror.

“Yes, I do remember that. My response to you sounded a lot more reasonable before I heard it again.”

True.

The entirety of the room was now staring at Eclipsa at that moment. The MHC in anger, the nobles in disgust, and the Butterflies in horror.

Moon then stood up herself.

“Let us take a 15-minute break before we let the nobles ask their questions.”

There was a chorus of agreements before the box was deactivated and everyone left the room except Eclipsa.

She could only sit at her podium and gaze at the box.

“Did they have a point with crystalizing me?”

2,920 words in one chapter and I am not even done. Because of this, I decided to split it into thirds. We will explore the questions of the nobles next week, Eclipsa’s question, and the fallout after that.

I based how the Box of Truth talks off how Death talks in the Discworld novels, let me know how it translates here so I know if I should change it for the 2 direct sequels to this. Also, did you catch “The Good Place” reference I slipped in?

As for the Dark Magic, it always bothered me how everyone was saying how bad it was she used it and they dropped plenty of in-universe hints on its dangers, but never followed up on it and instead went with “she is a misunderstood woman who’s only crime was falling in love with a monster.” More on this here.

To deal with this, I wrote up a new magic system that was partially explained here. I will see If I can write up a one-shot explaining it in the future.

I decided for my New Year's Resolution to do one fanfic chapter a week for all of 2024. Who knows how long I will be able to keep this up, but next week's fanfic chapter is up on my Patreon. This is also being posted on Fanfic.com, AO3, and Tumbler.

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I am also doing fanfic info dumps, think wiki articles that go one episode at a time with some compilations at the end on certain topics that are sorted by episode.

Fanfic info dumps here: https://www.deviantart.com/1228248/gallery

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tea-with-evan-and-me · 5 months

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Birthday dinner continued....

Evan is looking into my eyes for my answer when my phone starts ringing. I pick it up, smirk and turn it towards him. He chuckles and shakes his head.

I answer and put it on speaker

"Hi Mom" Evan says. A bit of sarcasm in his voice.

"Oh then you are with her. I was wondering where you went off to so suddenly."

I smile at Evan and then speak "Hi...uh Mrs. peters..." Evan doesn't know I'm in a first name basis with his mom.

Julie laughs "I said just call me Julie, honey"

I meet Evans wide eyes with my own and I just shrug. He closes his eyes and lets out a soft laugh.

"Honey, are you coming to Ev's birthday dinner with us tonight? You are more than welcome. And plus I did say I wanted to meet you!" She is beaming.

I look to Evan for his reaction. I only want to go if he wants me too. I ask Julie to hold on for a moment, please and put her on mute.

"How do you feel about me going? I only want to if you are ok with it. The only point of doing all this was so you could have time with your family and I don't want to be in the way"

"I would be hurt if you didn't go." He's straight faced and his eyes are soft.

"Ok. Then I'm there" I let kept air out of my lungs. I take Evan's mom off mute.

"I will definitely be there" I say into the phone softly

"Oh, good!!" She is so happy

"When do I need to be ready? And where?" I ask

"In an hour. Mia made reservations at a nice place so dress accordingly. And don't forget a sweater, honey." Omg I love this lady

We hang up and I tell Evan that I will meet him at the restaurant in an hour. It will just be easier that way. We kiss as he leaves and he turns towards me.

"I didn't thank you." He says

"You're more than welcome"

"Can we talk about all of this later? I still feel like I'm dreaming"

I run my hand down his arm. "Of course" I say with a smile. "Please don't worry about anything right now, ok? I want you to have a great night"

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I get to the restaurant and walk up to the door at the same time as Evan. I take his hand and give it a squeeze before we walk in together. His family is on the way. It's hard to get such a big group together, especially with a child and Evan wanted to make sure someone was there on time.

"You look beautiful" I hear him say. I look at him and smirk.

"You look quite handsome, yourself"

Evan gets a text from his mom. They have arrived. He goes out to see if he can help with anything.

I beeline for the matre'd.

He looks up quizzically.

"Hi there. I'm here with Evan Peters' party and I would like to pay for the meal. Here's my card. Im trusting you with it. Please tell the server that once we are all set to just run my card for the bill. Don't even bring it to the table. Too many people to protest." Especially the birthday boy, I think to myself.

He nods in understanding. Just in time for the Peters family to walk in. Julie is the first to rush up to me and embraces me in a warm hug.

"I am so happy to meet you. You are just a doll. So pretty." She turns and winks at Evan. I blush.

One by one I meet his family. They are so welcoming. For the first time tonight, it all hits me what is happening here and I get a bit lightheaded.

Finally a cute little girl walks up to me and says "hi, I made you something"

"You did? I say playfully and I bend down to her level and hold my hand out. She puts a pink and yellow beaded bracelet in my hand. Crystals and flowers on a stretchy band.

"Do you like it?" This sweet voice.

"I don't just like it, I love it. It's beautiful! Did you pick out the beads yourself? They match my pink dress! Did you make it all by yourself?"

She is beaming. "My grammie helped me" she says with a giggle. I smile and look up at Julie. Everyone is silently watching this interaction.

"I will have this forever" I say as I slip it in my wrist.

"Unca Ebbie is my favorite person!" She beams

I'm a melted puddle on the floor. My eyes get a little teary. "Can I tell you a secret?" I ask her

"Yea!" she whispers

"Unca Ebbie is my favorite too" I whisper back

"cana sit by you?" She asks me.

"Well, of course you can!"

Andrew helps her into her highchair and positions it right between me and Evan. He asks if she will be ok there and I say of course. All my friends have little kids and I'm used to it.

Dinner is delightful. Everyone is friendly. Evan's dad asks a lot of questions, but he is kind.

When the server brings me the debit to sign everyone looks shocked.

"no,no,no, you have done enough" Evan is protesting

"you're not getting your way birthday boy" I reply

His family thanks me. It's unnecessary. We have all had such a great time. It's enough thanks for me.

I ask if everyone wants to come back to my house for a bit and they all agree. I can't wait to get to know everyone better.

And to spend more time with the birthday boy.

Last part (I promise) to be continued.

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How Marinette Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Ball

Chapter 3: The Heirs' Ball (Links to Ch. 1, Ch. 2)

Summary: Marinette crosses into the fairy realm for the first time and attends the heirs' ball, where the prince's soulmate will be announced.

As always, you can read the whole chapter below or on AO3 using the links above!

On the evening of the ball, Marinette spent about two minutes getting dressed and ready.

It would have taken her even less time, but the instructions written on the tiny acorn she’d gotten in the mail were a bit hard to decipher, and Marinette wanted to make she didn’t say the wrong thing and accidentally tamper with the premade spell’s effect on her outfit, so she spent a minute and a half checking to make sure she had all the words right.

Standing in front of her mirror and wearing only what she wanted underneath the gown, Marinette took a deep breath and pictured her hopes for the dress one more time. With a single whispered sentence, she unlocked the enchantment in the acorn, and as Marinette held it, it began to grow, stretching out to become a long bolt of red fabric, which wrapped around Marinette and began to shape itself into an elegant gown. On Marinette’s feet, two slippers formed, and when she looked in the mirror, she saw that they were made from a red-hued crystal, strong and unbreakable but comfortable to wear. Marinette allowed herself a private smile. She knew getting an outfit from the fae would be exciting!

The fabric continued to shape itself around Marinette, spreading out into a sleeveless A-line gown with a Queen Anne neckline. The bodice was made of a red silk taffeta with black diamonds sewn in it, reminiscent of the ladybug-inspired dress Marinette had designed all those years ago, the first time she met Chat Noir. As the taffeta ruffled out and ended just past Marinette’s hips, a black tulle layer formed under it, creating the base of the full skirt. To finish, a golden glow of magic rushed up past Marinette’s shoulders, twisting her black hair into a low inverted bun and adding a thin layer of makeup to her face. The magic tucked a golden flower pin into her hair, and then it rushed down again to Marinette’s hands, manifesting as a thin card with her name on it. Marinette knew from the second letter she’d gotten from the castle, after she sent a letter accepting her invitation, that this card was to be presented at the main fairy gate, where she’d meet her assigned Seelie guard and cross into the fae realm for the very first time in her life.

Marinette felt a thrill race through her as she thought about it. For all her years interacting with Chat Noir, Alya, and various other fairies or mixies, Marinette had never yet had the chance to visit their home realm.

There’s nothing that special about it, Marinette told herself. It’s just that everyone there has magic, and you might finally get to meet the real Chat Noir, who you are in love with, and his family after you leave the ball. Yeah. No big deal.

Brushing an imaginary speck of dust from her dress, Marinette headed downstairs, where her parents were waiting to see their little girl off.

“Marinette! That must be the dress they sent you, isn’t it?” Marinette nodded shyly at her papa’s question. “I had trouble believing that an outfit could grow from that acorn, but here the proof is in front of my own eyes! You look so grown-up,” Tom said, wiping a tear from his eye.

Nodding her head in agreement, Sabine pulled her daughter into a short embrace, pulling back and resting her hand on Marinette’s cheek. “You look simply beautiful, Marinette. I’m so proud of you,” she said.

Cheeks turning a light pink, Marinette looked down at her mother with a smile.

“All I did was get a random invitation, Mama,” she insisted. “I didn’t even have to do anything but accept it.”

“Maybe, but the fact that you might be the prince’s soulmate speaks for itself!” Tom boomed excitedly. “I’m sure he’ll fall in love as soon as he sees you. But you don’t have to marry him, sweetie,” Tom said earnestly. “If he turns out to be a jerk like Chloe, dump him and come straight home. Okay?”

“Okay, Papa.” Marinette said, turning to give him a hug too before she left.

“Ah-ah! Hold on, Marinette, we need a picture before you leave! That dress is absolutely stunning, and you look gorgeous in it,” Sabine said, walking over to grab the camera from off the table.

“Mama,” Marinette protested, but she stood still for the pictures anyway, a radiant smile on her face. Afterwards, both her parents encased her in another warm hug, offering to walk with her to the gate and making sure she had a ride home after the ball, since they both had to go to bed soon after she left so that they could the bakery on time the next day.

Finally, Marinette was on her way to the fairy gate. A collection of about a dozen or so girls was already gathered by the gate, some of whom she recognized and most of whom she did not. One blond girl with a pixie stood out from the crowd, though.

“Rose?” Marinette asked when she drew close enough to confirm her suspicions. “You got invited, too? I thought you were dating Juleka.”

Rose turned to face Marinette, a bright smile on her face. “Marinette! You look gorgeous,” she exclaimed, running her eyes over the details in the red dress. “I am dating Juleka, so we both figured that I’m not the prince’s soulmate. Even if I do turn out to be his soulmate, I’d obviously choose Juleka over him anyway. I’m just here for the ball,” Rose laughed. “There are going to be so many pretty dresses to admire, and I’ve heard the palace ballroom is full of famous art. I promised Juleka I’d take pictures.”

“That was nice of you,” Marinette smiled. “I have to admit, I’m mostly here for the dresses, too. Although, I have a friend in the fae realm I’d like to meet when all of this is done,” she admitted.

“Oh, that’s right! Alya Cesaire, the mixie you introduced me to! She made me a potion for my throat after it got sore from practice once.”

“That’s her,” Marinette said, unsure if she wanted to keep up this facade or not. Technically, it wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth. “She promised to guide me back from the fae realm, actually.”

“That’s so sweet of her,” Rose cooed. “Oh! Marinette, you have to meet Celestine; she came all the way from Duxford, England when she got her invitation. There are girls here from all over the world!”

“Hello, Celestine,” Marinette said, offering the redhead a hand to shake.

“Pleased to meet you,” Celestine said, taking the proffered hand. “I was really excited to get the chance to come here. Even if I don’t turn out to be the prince’s soulmate, this is still a great chance to see the fae realm! Parisians are so used to having their own fairy gate, but the rest of the world has to wait for the fae to visit them, or come here if they want to cross realms. I’m thrilled to be offered this chance.”

“I’ve never crossed realms before, either,” Marinette said. “It can be dangerous without a Seelie guide. It’s true that Parisians have it easier than most, but we’re all very lucky to have this opportunity!”

As the town square’s clock struck seven, the Seelie guides arrived through the gate, finding the girl they were assigned to escort and crossing with them to the fairy realm.

“Celestine?” a dark haired guide called. Celestine raised her hand, and the guard stepped over, checked her name card, and bowed, offering an elbow for Celestine to hold as they crossed realms. As they headed through the gate, another guard appeared by Marinette, tapping her shoulder to get her attention.

“Hello?” Marinette asked, turning around to see who it was.

“Hello, Marinette,” a voice belonging to a boy who looked to be about her age. Greeting her with a warm smile, the guide held out his hand, waiting for Marinette’s card. She handed it to him, eyes searching the guide’s hazel eyes as she wondered how he already knew her name. “Alya told me all about you, but I don’t think she’s mentioned me by name to you yet. I’m Nino Lahiffe, guard to the prince, Seelie guide on the weekends, and recently promoted to being Alya’s boyfriend.”

Marinette’s eyes widened as Nino briefly checked the card over and released the spell on it, leaving a magicless acorn in his hands. The dress remained on Marinette, a permanent gift from the Seelie rulers.

“Oh, that’s how you knew my name! Alya did mention you to me, but she refused to tell me who her new beau was until after the first date. Did you have fun together?”

Nino smiled, tucking the acorn into his pocket with a far-off look on his face.

“I think we did,” he said wistfully. “She agreed to meet me again on Tuesday for coffee, so it can’t have been a bad date, right?”

“I don’t think Alya would have agreed to another date with you if it was,” Marinette laughed. Taking Nino’s elbow, the two of them stepped through the fairy gate, and the human realm vanished behind Marinette as she entered the fairy realm for the first time.

The gate stood in a park near the Seelie palace, partially to show the humans’ acknowledgement of the fairies’ right to rule the realm and partially to cut down on the number of Unseelies that came through the gate. Not many of them fancied going near the Seelie palace, but sometimes one or two would pass through to the human realm and cause some mischief. A misplaced wallet here, a possessed goat there, the damage was recorded and undone by the Seelies as soon as it was caught, but the gate’s placement helped to cut down on the frequency of these incidents. Since the palace was so close to the gate, the girls’ guides were really only a formality. Still, you never know when an Unseelie will pop up, so it is best that we stay on the safe side, Marinette mused.

Stepping through the elaborate gardens that made up the south part of the park, Marinette admired the different kinds of flowers and shrubs that were carefully trimmed and kept by magic. All kinds of songbirds made their homes in the arboretum nearby, their songs filling Marinette’s ears with sweet music.

This is definitely more impressive than the human side of the gate, she thought with a trace of embarrassment. Maybe she could bring the issue up to the mayor sometime and try to convince him to improve the town square a little to show more respect for the alliance.

As Nino and Marinette left the park and approached the palace itself, she stared unabashedly at its size and grandeur. The white brick walls were decorated with gold designs, and the doors were made of a strong mahogany. Several turrets stood on the outer walls of the palace, and Marinette walked by a large fountain near the front gate of the palace. Nino opened the door for her, and she took a step inside, but before her slipper could touch the soft carpet on the floor, Nino pulled her back.

“Wait,” he said. “There’s a quicker way to get to the ballroom.” Touching the doorframe, Nino closed his eyes and concentrated, and a green glow surrounded the pair.

“There,” Nino said, brushing off his hands. “Now, when we step through, we’ll transport right to the ballroom. After that, you’re free to enjoy the ball. Alya’s mom was in charge of catering, so you’ll get a chance to try some of her special recipes while you’re here”

Marinette cautiously stepped over the glowing threshold with Nino, marveling as the scenery around her changed once again to a large ballroom with violet-painted walls and fine art.

“Woah,” she whispered, turning to admire the room. “This place is gorgeous!”

Nino smiled at her tourist-like wonder. “It is a pretty cool palace,” he said in agreement. “Hey, if you get bored during the party, you can come find me and Alya; we were invited as guests since we work here. Just don’t forget to meet the prince before you leave the ball,” Nino said with a wink. “I have to get back to the gate now; there are a few other girls I’ve been assigned to guide over. Enjoy the party!”

Marinette smiled. “Thank you,” she said, eyes shining in the candlelight of the ballroom. “I think I will.”

Nino turned to leave, and Marinette walked over to say hi to some of the other guests she knew. The music hadn’t started yet, since Marinette was one of the first guests to arrive and was technically early. The refreshment table was already set up, so after Marinette greeted Alix, who was wearing a suit and had somehow influenced the magic to give her shoes with collapsible roller blades, she wandered over to try the crudités. Oh, they have asparagus! Marinette noted. It’s out of season in Paris right now, but I guess with magic, they can grow it whenever they want.

As Marinette sampled the various appetizers and mini foods, the rest of the guests arrived, and the band finished tuning their instruments, beginning to play a soft waltz as the guests mingled and waited for the prince and his parents, the queen and king, to have their grand entrance. As the guides and other guests arrived, a few couples began to dance, Alya and Nino being one of them.

Eventually, a swell in the music signaled that the royals were arriving, first the king in purple robes, then the queen in an elegant blue feathered gown that swept down to the floor, and last of all, the prince, all announced by a fairy who stood by the band and used magic rather than a microphone to make their voice carry across the room. Though Marinette was already in love with Chat Noir, she had to admit that the prince was handsome. His bright golden hair was swept back in gentle waves, and the green accents in his black suit complemented the grass green of his eyes. His gaze swept over the crowd as he made his way to the small dais in the far corner of the room, and as his eyes seemed to catch and linger on Marinette, a radiant smile spread over his face, leaving a gentle pink blush on his cheeks. Marinette fought the shivers running down her spine and furiously reminded her treacherous heart that she was already in love with one boy, and that was hard enough for her to deal with, thank you very much.

“Each invited guest will have the opportunity to meet the prince in turn, one by one, until Prince Adrien’s soulmate bond forms and the conditions of the kwamis’ blessing are fulfilled,” the announcing fairy boomed. “This Heirs’ Ball, you will be going in alphabetical order. Because there are so many of you here, we ask that you please wait to join the line by the dais until there are only a maximum of five girls ahead of you. To aid with this, I will cast a spell which will allow you to see your place in the queue written over the back of your left hand. As the queue moves along, the number will change accordingly. While you are waiting, we have a table with refreshments set up by the west side of the room, and of course, you are more than welcome to dance along with the music provided by our talented band! I hope you all enjoy the rest of the ball!”

Breaking off the spell that had allowed her to increase her voice’s volume, the fairy spoke another spell, and Marinette turned her left hand over to see a golden ‘9’ appear over it, like a tattoo in a fancy font. It seemed Marinette didn’t have long to wait until she got the chance to meet the prince.

She’d played down her excitement in front of Chat Noir when he talked about it, and certainly she didn’t care about the possibility — which was really no possibility, Marinette thought — that she was the prince’s soulmate. But Marinette couldn’t deny that it was exciting to meet the future ruler of the fairy kingdom. Prince Adrien Agreste was not very well known in the human realm, and he’d only visited Paris twice in all his eighteen years, once last summer, and once the winter before, on diplomatic meetings with his mother. Queen Emilie was a more familiar face to the humans, and she met frequently with the rulers of the human world. Her taste in fashion was impeccable, and Marinette had always looked up to the designs she wore. Marinette had heard a rumor that King Gabriel, her husband, had designed them all, but she didn’t know if it was true or not.

Marinette finished her cup of sparkling lemonade and returned the glass to a waiter, smiling her ‘thank you’ to them. As the number on her hand switched to an eight and then a seven a few minutes later, Marinette felt grateful that she had an early place in the queue. It meant she would get to sneak out sooner to find Chat Noir. The last time they’d talked, he’d seemed tenser than usual, especially when she insisted that she’d rather spend time with him than stay to talk with the prince for longer. She’d managed to get him to agree to meet her in the main courtyard sometime past eight, but now she was feeling nervous. What if he couldn’t slip away from his father? Or worse, what if he didn’t want Marinette to meet him at all while he wasn’t disguised as a cat? What if he was embarrassed to be friends with someone like Marinette, who didn’t want to fall in love with the prince?

Marinette stole a glance at him over the heads of those dancing in the middle of the ballroom. He seemed nice enough, but a bit distracted. As the girl he’d been chatting with bowed and walked away, a sad look on her face, Prince Adrien’s eyes lifted, and happened to meet Marinette’s. Shocked, Marinette’s face turned red as she realized she’d been caught staring, but the prince quickly recovered from his surprise. Raising one of his brows at her, his mouth twisted into a smirk. Marinette’s mouth fell open at his audacity, but then a pair of dancing girls whirled past her, obscuring her view. Marinette took advantage of them and disappeared into the crowd. A few minutes later, the number on her hand shrunk into a five.

On the other side of the ballroom, Alya and Nino were keeping an eye on both Adrien and Marinette as they danced across the wood floor in a style that theoretically resembled a waltz.

“Do you think he’s going to tell her?” Nino asked, his voice a whisper against Alya’s ear.

“Oh, he definitely will,” she said, lifting her arm to let Nino know to twirl her around. “They’re both smitten,” she remarked after her skirts had finished flaring out and back down again. “Adrien isn’t even trying to hide it. He’s taking as little time to meet with the other girls as possible, and his father is starting to catch on. He won’t last a minute without telling her,” she laughed.

“Hopefully he won’t need that long,” Nino said. “Once their soulmate bond forms, she’ll have to figure it out, right? I’m still new to this star-crossed romance of theirs, but I think that telepathy would be a fitting bond for them to have.”

“That way, he can tell her everything without his father’s influence, before she panics and has the chance to run away,” Alya mused. “Not a bad idea, Lahiffe!”

“Alya, we are literally dating,” Nino said with a roll of his eyes. “Are you really going to keep using my last name?”

Alya grinned. “Yes,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

The pair waltzed past Marinette as she looked down at the three on her hand, working up the courage to go over and join the short line of girls by the prince. It’s okay, you’re still being loyal to Chat, she told herself. You’ll be able to look into those emerald eyes and smile and not fall in love. Easily.

Taking a deep breath, Marinette walked over to stand in front of the dais, waiting nervously behind the only other girl in line. As soon as Marinette took her place, three other girls walked up behind her, making Marinette blush as she realized she’d forced them to wait longer than they’d wanted to to join the queue.

Soon enough, the fairy in front of Marinette was walking up to greet the prince, who was standing on the first step of the dais, his parents watching from their thrones on the top level. The girl bent into a deep curtsy and waited for the queen’s signal to rise. When Emilie raised her hand, the girl straightened and stepped closer to the prince, taking his hand in hers to kiss his signet ring, a silver band bearing the crest of the Agrestes.

The announcer, who was standing to the left of the dais, motioned for the girl to introduce herself, and she gave her name to the prince— Victoria Dubreuil, daughter of Eloise and Maël Dubreuil from the Southern province.

The prince greeted her politely, and Marinette realized she was close enough to hear their conversation, though she tried to tune it out in politeness. She supposed it was too late to move the entire line back now. That probably meant the girl behind her would be hearing her conversation with the prince, too, Marinette thought in mild panic. Everyone would be able to know if she slipped up! She should have studied fae etiquette more carefully before the ball.

Overwhelmed by her anxious thoughts, Marinette nearly missed the end of Victoria and the prince’s meeting. As Victoria left, a bit disappointed by how rushed the conversation had felt, the king motioned to the announcer, who motioned to Marinette that she should move forward. Catching her signal, Marinette took a lurching step forward, her heel catching on her long skirt as she moved. Eyes widening as she pinwheeled her arms in a desperate attempt to regain her balance, Marinette realized that she was going to fall, here at the dais, in front of everyone… including the king and queen! And the prince!

But Marinette didn’t fall very far before she was saved from hitting the floor.

“Falling for me already, Princess?”

Marinette’s head snapped up as she looked around for the source of the familiar nickname. But the only person in front of her was Prince Adrien Agreste, smirk back on his face as he supported her with both hands on her upper waist. He’d stepped forward to catch her, resulting in Marinette falling with her hands squarely on his chest. She stammered an apology as she pushed herself off of him, face turning red as she realized that this was much, much closer than she’d ever thought she’d be to the fairy prince.

“You’re sorry, I mean I’m sorry, Your Highness! It’s chest— just! I’m so clumsy, oh kwamis, I am so sorry—”

Adrien chuckled, a warm, deep sound that sent a thrill through Marinette. “It’s all right,” he said. Reaching down, he gently took her right hand and raised it to his lips. “I’m pleased to officially meet you,” he murmured as his lips brushed over her skin.

“Guh,” Marinette said intelligently, staring down at her hand. Where Adrien’s lips had been, a dark mark was beginning to form, and Marinette scrunched her brows together as she looked at it. Was it some sort of magical sign, to say stay away from this girl and do not let her into the fairy realm ever again, she committed crimes of klutziness against the crown prince ? Marinette shuddered at the thought of being tossed out of the fairy kingdom, a dark stain against her reputation literally on her hand for the world to see. What would she tell Chat?

Then the dark swirl on her hand began to clear, and Marinette blinked. It wasn’t a sign, after all! There were no words forming on her skin, only a silver tree with rust marking the edges of its boughs. A silver fairy gate, like the one hidden in the woods.

“W-what?” Marinette breathed, pulling her hand out of Adrien’s to look at it more closely. Sure enough, there was the secret gate, down to the rusted keyhole in the center! “What is this, what does it mean?”

Brushing his hand against hers, Adrien locked their fingers together, looking down at Marinette with a reverent expression.

“It means we’re soulmates, Marinette,” he said.

Marinette’s mind went blank. Stepping away, she pulled her hand out of his, hardly sparing a cursory glance at the prince, who looked like a kicked puppy.

Flexing her right hand, Marinette looked down at her mark again, her hand shaking slightly as she stared at it.

“We can’t be soulmates,” she whispered. “How could we be soulmates? Unless…” The mark on her skin had to mean something. Why would a picture of a rusting old gate make the prince think he was her soulmate?

“Princess,” floated through her mind. Adrien had called her Princess when he caught her. But that didn’t make sense. Only one person called her that!

“Marinette,” the prince said again, his voice soft and tentative. And that was wrong, too, she hadn’t had the chance to introduce herself! He shouldn’t know who she was yet… but he did.

Marinette paused, looking up at the prince’s open expression, his green eyes that seemed to be familiar, somehow, echoing the expression Marinette often saw on Chat when he talked about his hope for the future; how fragile it was. She looked behind the prince, at his parents, responsible for raising and protecting the country’s only heir. Wouldn’t they want to keep him where they could know he was safe at all times? Inside the palace, where the secret gate’s entrance was, hidden in one of the courtyards. Marinette inhaled sharply, peering closely at the prince, her lips forming a question she already knew the answer to.

“Chat Noir?”

Adrien’s face brightened suddenly, smiling hopefully as he looked at Marinette.

“Yes, Princess?”

There was no doubt about it now. The prince’s cadence was just like Chat Noir’s, every inflection was exactly the same.

“Oh, kwamis,” Marinette breathed. “It’s really you!”

Adrien laughed, glancing back at his mother, who was leaning forward in her chair with a hand on her chin, intrigued by their meeting. “Is that a bad thing?” he asked, a flash of uncertainty showing through the smile glued to his face.

Marinette stared at him. “No, but there go all my plans for the evening,” she said, trying to wrap her brain around the fact that for over six years, the crown prince of the fae realm had followed her around Paris and pretended to be her pet cat. He purred , she realized. Prince Adrien Agreste purred.

“Well, I think that we can make accommodations for whatever it is you wanted,” the queen said, rising up from her throne. Giving her husband a poke in the shoulder, she urged him to get up and meet their son’s soulmate. “Adrien, darling, could you remind us of your sweetheart’s last name again?”

“Dupain-Cheng,” Adrien said with a smile. “One member of the best family of bakers I’ve ever met. No offense, Marlena,” he said, and the woman, who’d come closer to the dais with the rest of the crowd, smiled and waved a hand dismissively.

“None taken,” she said with a laugh. “I know where my strengths lie. And I’m still the best chef this country’s seen.”

“That’s the truth,” Queen Emilie said with a laugh. “Now, Marinette,” she said, her voice falling to a lower volume, “About those plans of yours? We won’t take up much of your time with formalities tonight, though in the future you can expect a good deal more of them if you agree to marry my son. I’ve gone through this too, you know, I’m not planning to overwhelm you with duties. What was it you were hoping to do tonight?”

Marinette swallowed. “Um. I-I was going to steal your son away,” she said sheepishly.

Standing by Emilie’s side, King Gabriel looked taken aback. “What?”

Marinette smiled awkwardly. “I didn’t know who he was then,” she said, as if that explained everything.

“Because you wouldn’t let me tell her,” Adrien said, slinging his arm around Marinette’s back as they faced his parents together.

Emilie sighed. “You have to admit that it was for a good reason, son,” she said. “At first, at least, when we didn’t know much about the strange girl you’d met in the forest. And then, our rule was necessary to hold you back. Your soulmate bond hadn’t formed yet, but that extra distance between you and Marinette, your secret identity, was the only thing keeping you from throwing three thousand years of tradition away for the chance to date a human girl. Not that we hold it against you, dear,” she said, turning to Marinette. “We don’t have any problems with you being human, either. My son is just a little impatient sometimes, and it is our duty to make sure the kingdom survives.”

Marinette pursed her lips. “I see,” she said simply. “You’re talking about the kwamis’ blessing, aren’t you?”

The queen nodded. “It can feel like a curse sometimes,” she said, ”but it keeps our country strong. I apologize for any strife it has caused you and my son.”

Marinette bobbed her head in a jerky nod of acknowledgment, aware of the crowd’s stares like daggers at her back. She wasn’t sure how to feel about the way his parents had gone about it, but it was obvious that they thought they were doing what was best for Chat Noir. For Adrien.

Finding his hand by her side, Marinette took it in her own and squeezed it tightly. “So, now we know what my soulmark is,” she said, turning to look up at Adrien (and not down at Chat Noir. This was weird.) “But what about yours?”

“My guess is that it looks just like yours,” Adrien said, raising their joined hands to kiss hers once again. “But it hasn’t shown up yet, which means ours is probably a kiss-triggered bond. Wherever you kiss me for the first time is where my mark will show up.”

Marinette blushed. “Oh,” she said, feeling her cheeks become flaming hot. “W-well, where do you want it, then, kitty?” Marinette realized too late that that was probably an inappropriate nickname for the crown prince, but if the smile on his face was anything to go by, he didn’t mind it at all.

“In the same place as yours,” he said softly. “That way, anytime I look down to sign a paper or reach for another bite at dinner, I’ll be reminded of you.”

“You’ll carry me with you wherever you go,” Marinette said, heart pounding in her chest.

Adrien smiled warmly at her. “I already do,” he said, his gentle voice soothing the last of Marinette’s fears away.

“Silly kitty,” she said as her blush deepened again. “Just give me your hand.”

“In marriage? Gladly,” he grinned, presenting her with his right hand. Behind them, a few coos rose from the crowd as they watched.

Taking Adrien’s hand in hers, Marinette pressed a quick kiss to it, marveling as the silvery mark appeared over his skin.

“We really are soulmates,” she breathed.

“We are,” Adrien said, sounding immensely happy and a little relieved as he clasped both of Marinette’s hands in his and looked into her eyes.

Emilie stepped over to the two heirs, placing one hand on either of their shoulders. “Are you ready?” she asked with a smile. Adrien nodded, and Marinette decided to trust him, giving his hand a squeeze as she agreed. Loosening his hold on one of her hands, Adrien turned with Marinette to face the crowd as Emilie stood beside them, raising her hand to show them off in a grand gesture.

“Fairies and humans, I present to you the kingdom’s heirs!” she said in a strong voice. “Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng. May the kwamis’ blessing keep them strong, and may this kingdom continue to know peace and stability into the future.”

A healthy round of applause rose from the crowd, and Marinette blushed again at the attention, wanting to hide her face in Adrien’s shoulder. At the front of the crowd, Alya and Nino were cheering the loudest of anyone, and Alix caught Marinette’s eye to give her a grin and a double thumb’s up. Standing beside her, Rose had to pause her clapping to wipe a tear from her eye as she smiled for her friend. I just love romance, she thought happily.

Adrien bent down to press a kiss against Marinette’s cheek, and a smile spread over her face. She pulled him back down for a second kiss, her lips brushing against the edge of his mouth. They stared happily into each other’s eyes as someone in the crowd started a second round of applause and the king came down to stand on the other side of his son. Emilie gave him an approving smile as cameras and magic began to flash, capturing the image for future years.

The realm’s future was in good hands.

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Several years in the future, Adrien sat on a velvet couch in his room with Marinette. She rested halfway across his lap, hands caressing her belly as they took advantage of the first calm moment they’d had since announcing to the kingdom that they were expecting a child.

“What do you think you’ll name them?” Adrien asked, pressing a kiss to Marinette’s cheek.

Marinette turned her face to her husband, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “I suppose it depends,” she said. “Your grandparents got rid of the old naming conventions, so there aren’t any rules for us to follow. Now, there are almost too many options for us to choose from,” she said with a laugh.

“I have to admit, though,” she said slowly, her hand over Adrien’s as it rested on top of her barely-there baby bump, “When I was younger, I had three names picked out for kids, in case I married you.”

Adrien grinned. “You did? Princess, that’s adorable,” he cooed, pulling his wife close as she struggled in protest. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“It’s embarrassing,” she groaned. “And I knew you would tease me about it.”

Adrien gasped. “I would never make fun of my wife,” he said in false outrage. “That would make me nothing but a royal pain!”

Marinette giggled. “That wasn’t even good,” she said, poking Adrien’s arm.

“What do you mean?” Adrien asked, grinning up at Marinette. “That pun was my crowning achievement!” At Marinette’s unimpressed look, Adrien chuckled and rubbed the back of his head, loosening his grip on his wife as she slowly pushed herself off his lap.

“If you’d rather keep punning than listen to my name ideas you seemed so interested in, I can just go,” she said teasingly, making as if to leave the room.

“Nooo, Princess, come back,” Adrien whined, dragging her back down onto his lap. “I want to hear all about the names you came up with for our babies!”

Marinette smirked as she let her husband fold her tightly in his arms. “It’s just that there are so many of your ancestors with this name already,” she said with a sigh. “I never knew it was so popular. Seventy-four rulers named some variant of Louis in just over a hundred generations? You have to admit that’s a little ridiculous.”

Beneath her, Adrien froze, his arms loosening their grasp around her. “You were thinking of naming our daughter Louisa?” he asked, green eyes fixed on Marinette’s.

Marinette frowned. “We don’t know their gender yet,” she said. “But yes. If it was a boy, I wanted to name my firstborn Louis, and either Louise or Louisa if they were a girl. But I won’t be doing that now.”

“Princess, I’m telling you it’s going to be a girl,” Adrien said confidently. “I might not be able to see the future, but I can feel it in my bones. Comes with being a cat for so long, you know. And I think Louisa is a fine name,” he said. “It is a little weird that it’s popped up so often in our history, but it’s a good name. I had a theory about it as a kid.”

Marinette raised her eyebrow, settling herself into a more comfortable position on her husband’s lap. “Really?” she asked. “A theory? I want to know all about it.”

Adrien blushed. “It wasn’t a very detailed theory,” he said. “It was just, in history class we kept learning about all these Louis figures, and I figured it must have something to do with the kwamis’ blessing. They made the deal with the very first Queen Louisa,” he said. “Maybe that’s why so many of the heirs they secure are named in a similar fashion. The magic still recognizes who the original pact was with, so it influences the king and queen’s minds so that they’re more likely to choose Louisa for a name. If it’s a boy, then the name becomes Louis, and if it’s a girl but the parents want to follow Parisian naming trends, they’ll choose Louise as a name, instead.”

“Really,” Marinette said, pursing her lips as she considered the possibility. “Well, I guess there’s no point in trying to change my mind, then,” she remarked. “This poor baby was doomed to be named Louis since the magic influenced my name choices in collège.”

Adrien smirked. “You had their name planned since collège, you say?” he asked, nuzzling his nose against Marinette’s. “We were still so young and you already wanted to have a family with me! You’re right, that’s embarrassing,” he said, a teasing lift to his voice.

Marinette scowled and pushed his face away. “See, I knew you’d tease me about it,” she said with a huff. “Although, do I need to remind you that you’re the one who fell in love with me first? You weren’t even a teenager yet,” she said with a grin on her face. “ That’s embarrassing.”

“How is falling in love with your soulmate embarrassing?” Adrien asked with a laugh. “I’m just lucky that you fell in love with me right back. You know, I dreamed of having a family with you, too,” he said, lashes tickling Marinette’s cheek as he pressed a kiss to her jaw. “I wanted four kids, all with gorgeous blue eyes and dark hair like yours. That way, they’d be as pretty as you are.”

“Flatterer,” Marinette said, tilting her head back to give Adrien better access as he trailed kisses down her neck.

“An honest one,” Adrien murmured as a rumble like a purr started up in his chest. He kissed the hollow of Marinette’s shoulder. “And only for you.”

Lifting his head back up, Adrien pressed a lingering kiss to Marinette’s lips, smiling as she eagerly deepened it.

“I love you,” he said breathlessly, after she eventually pulled back.

Marinette smiled, looking radiant in the light from the afternoon sun as it streamed through the window in the room.

“I love you, too,” she said. “And… I think that four kids sounds like a lovely idea.”

Adrien’s eyes widened in shock. “Really?”

A smile tugged at Marinette’s lips. “Really,” she said. “But first, we have to see how raising Louisa goes. You have to prove that you’re a good father.”

“I’ll be an amazing father,” Adrien said, cupping his right hand over her cheek. “I’ll even let my kids jump down a well, like I did. As long as I’m there to catch them.”

Marinette laughed. “They’d be hard-pressed to find a well to jump down,” she said. “Your father closed off the old gate for good, remember? Now all that’s left of it is a pile of magic dust.”

“And our soulmarks,” Adrien said, holding Marinette’s hand out so that the light shone on the image of the gate.

“Yeah,” Marinette said wistfully. “We do have our soulmarks.” She watched as Adrien pressed a kiss against her hand, smiling.

“When I ran off from the palace all those years ago,” he said, “I wasn’t expecting my little escape attempt to work. I didn’t even know the gate existed; I just remembered about the old well and decided it would be a good place to hide from my guards. But they were starting to check the courtyards, and I knew my cat disguise wouldn’t fool them for long, so I took a chance and tried the gate to see if it would work. And, Marinette,” he said, “I’m so glad I did. I know I would have met you anyway because of the kwamis’ blessing, but spending those six years alone, waiting for a soulmate and hoping that they’d be easy to love, instead of seeing you every weekend and falling more in love with you each time, like I got to do? It’s unimaginable.”

“I’m glad you found the gate, too,” Marinette said, brushing a kiss against her husband’s lips. “Looking forward to seeing you every Saturday was the highlight of my teen years.”

“Really?” Adrien asked. “Because you have a very impressive résumé from those years. Designing for Jagged Stone, interning at Style Queen’s Paris location, starting your own online boutique… you have quite a lot to be proud of. I’m honestly surprised I was able to convince you to marry me,” he laughed.

“Adrien, I’ve been in love with you since we were fourteen and you know it,” Marinette said with a smirk. “I’m only surprised it took you so long to propose.”

“Well, everything had to be perfect,” Adrien defended himself. “And I wanted to make sure you were comfortable enough with where your career was going first.”

“I have to admit, becoming co-ruler of the fae kingdom was never on my list of dream jobs as a kid,” Marinette agreed with a laugh. “I’m happy I was able to keep designing on the side.”

“Me too,” Adrien murmured. “I’m glad you have a job that makes you happy.”

“You make me happy,” Marinette said, smirking as she looked deep into Adrien’s eyes and lazily traced his chest with one hand. She leaned in for another kiss, the golden sunlight from the window bathing the couple in its warm rays.

Adrien closed his eyes and wrapped his arms tight around Marinette, unwilling to let go of this perfect moment. It had taken over a decade of dreaming and hoping, but against all odds, he had this happily-ever-after with the woman he loved. It was better than anything he could have imagined, Adrien thought, and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

#rosie-b writing #ml fanfic #lovesquare #adrienette #adrinette #ml au #fairies #soulmates #royalty #ml leak free #miraculeakless #miraculous ladybug #I lost my beta for the very last scene due to schoolwork so I hope it's good!#let me know what you think!

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lightsiided · 10 months

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"i have something for you." A GIFT. any time they're forced to separate, lately, she finds herself doing all she can to delay the inevitable. problems in her galaxy call to her, but it feels increasingly difficult to leave. time refuses to stop no matter how hard she wills it to. eventually, the day ends, the ship's ready for the journey, and there's nothing left to do but trade final goodbye kisses.

thor remains on her mind from the moment she leaves until the second she returns again. rey misses him almost before she's even gone, and her mood dampens further as the lightyears between them grow, diminishing his presence in the force, wedged right behind her brain.

that she can feel him when they're apart is the only thing to make it bearable enough for her to go about her duties. she can't help but wonder if it's the same for him -- does he have as much trouble functioning without her? how present is she in his daydreams?

rey can't QUITE make it so that he can check in on her with just a thought, like she can to him, but perhaps there's something else she can do to ease the sting.

her hands reach for his, as they both linger by the falcon's ramp where it sits waiting for her. "the first lightsaber i ever held was luke and leia's father's. it called to me SO CLEARLY. i used it as my own until it exploded in battle with the first order -- it saved my life more than once."

she releases him only to reach in her pocket, retrieving the kyber crystal that once powered the saber, blue and cracked down its middle like ice. "including that day it shattered," rey continues. "in the aftermath, i was unconscious, but... the crystal stayed in tact, mostly, and came to me one last time." her lips curve up at the corners. "it nearly burned my hand off waking me up, ACTUALLY. anyway, you know the rest. i left in the escape pod, and... i've held onto it ever since."

"the crystal's cracked, so i can't use it to forge a new lightsaber. it'd be too unstable. i think it brings me luck, though. i can't explain it, but i always have. and kyber crystals are loyal, sort of, so i think it's attuned to me after all this time. or at least I WANT TO think that."

shaking her head, she pulls thor's hand forward, turning his palm over so she can press the crystal inside of it. "i want you to have it." slowly, rey curls his fingers closed for him. "so that i can be with you when i'm not with you. and so that it can bring you the luck it's brought me." her eyes are serious when they lock onto his, the words weighted on their edge. he has to stay alive. has to. there is no other OPTION.

rey lets her hands drop, then, shrugging her shoulders shyly. maybe this was a stupid idea. she's always been hopelessly sentimental, probably from so much time spent hoarding junk -- from all the years where it was all she had. it seems absurd, to think of a time where her dolls and dried flowers and speeder were the most important things in the galaxy to her. now there is so much more to lose. so much more she is desperate to keep.

"there's an old saying," rey murmurs, knowing she's pushing the limits of how much time she has before she really needs to LEAVE but unable to tear herself away, "that the strongest stars have hearts of kyber." she glances down at her toes. the warmth in her face makes her think her cheeks are probably pink. with a nod at the crystal in his hand, rey looks back up to thor, trying to gauge his reaction. "now you have mine."

@othunderous

#okay here's your gift hope you love it ❤️#othunderous #i couldn't stop thinking about this it was eating at me #i was reading about kyber crystals obsessively for like 3 days for something else and then. had to make it romantic #also a concept i invented: when she's checking in on him via the force it'll glow #this is the appetizer to the i love you #( * hope is like the sun / mcu crossover )

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lgcsoyoun · 1 year

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It’s My Fiesta

When the company first introduced the concept of birthday cafes, Soyoun had been mildly jealous that they came up with it after her birthday. She couldn’t really complain since she was busy. It also gave her enough time to come up wIth something good. Admittedly, Soyoun isn’t the best cook, but she has a specific idea of how she wants her birthday cafe treats to look.

Armed with a sketchbook, Soyoun then makes her way to the Legacy Cafe’s kitchen, hoping she can execute her vision with the help of the cafe’s incredibly talented staff.

“What’s up everyone? It’s your girl Crystallis’ Astrid, oh yeah~” She waves to the cameras with her signature introduction to the cameras. “For today’s video, you guys will be coming with me to the Legacy Cafe kitchens as we brainstorm the perfect birthday treat from me to you!”

After she introduces herself to the head chef and head barista, they immediately get down to work. “I was thinking of a spring vibe with lots of pink overall,” Soyoun says when prompted to talk about what she wants to have. “I’m not a very good cook, but I do have an idea of how I want the drink and the treat to look.”

She then shows her sketchbook to the head chef. Her sketches for the dessert involve a cherry blossom shaped treat. She hasn’t quite made up her mind yet what it is, but the chef presents a suggestion to her. “Why not macarons?” Soyoun then stares at the chef like they had grown three heads. “Isn’t that hard to make? I am notorious for my lack of skill in the kitchen.” She chuckles and shakes her head. The chef reminds her that they will be the ones to do the actual baking on the day itself. Even then, Soyoun starts sketching something on the spot. It’s a pink macaron with elaborate icing cherry blossoms on top. She even draws branches on it to make it look more true to life. She then shows off the design to the head chef who nods in approval. “May we keep this drawing for reference?” Soyoun nods as she slides the sketch over to them.

She then follows the chef over to where the baking area is, and she’s asked to put on an apron. “Putting me in a kitchen is normally a bad idea, but I am under adult supervision, so this should be okay, right?” She tilts her head at the chef who just laughs at her.

“Would cherry blossom and strawberry be a good combination?” She asks as they start preparing the ingredients for the macarons. The chef nods at her in encouragement as they proceed. Soyoun follows the chef’s instructions down to the very last letter as she starts mixing everything to make the macaron shells. The macarons’ consistency is the trickiest part, so Soyoun defers to the chef who just tells her to keep going until they get to the consistency of lava. The camera focuses on the way the batter flows slowly but forms a figure-eight as Soyoun demonstrates. Thankful for her steady hands, Soyoun then starts piping the macarons onto the baking pan. She then taps the pan to the countertop for at least a few times to remove the air bubbles. “This is rather healing, isn’t it?” She chuckles as she drops the tray for one more time.

As they let the macarons rest, Soyoun’s then brought over to the head barista. “While we wait for the macarons to get settled, we will be conceptualizing the drink,” she says to the cameras as she pulls out her sketchbook once again. She then shows the barista the sketch she had done a few days ago. “I was hoping to get some help on what flavors we can use to achieve this,” she then slides over her sketch to the barista. It’s a two-toned drink in pink and light green with pink flowers and green leaves as decoration. “As for the flowers and leaves, I was thinking of jelly?” However the barista gave her an even better idea. “What do you think of sugar-free candy toppings? They won’t risk being a choking hazard the way gelatin would.” Soyoun hums in agreement. “I like that. As for the flavor of the drink itself, I just know that I don’t want coffee or soda water in it. Coffee makes me palpitate, and soda doesn’t feel right with macarons, no?”

“Does it have to be in that color?” The barista asks Soyoun, who shrugs. “I would like it, but I trust your wisdom.” The barista then gets certain ingredients that Soyoun never expected to work together. There’s chamomile tea and mint tea, which the barista then instructs her to infuse together for the light green half of her drink. Then there’s some mangosteen juice mixed into it, which then contributes to the pink color. Soyoun’s jaw drops as they integrate the two liquids according to the barista’s instructions. It looks even better than how she imagined it. In her drawing, the colors somewhat clash. However, in this one, the integrate with each other perfectly. It’s more pink than green, but she can’t complain. The barista then lets her try the candy that they will use for the toppings. They get to work quickly on making some that are in the shade of pink she wants and to shape them into cherry blossoms.

While waiting for the candy to form, Soyoun is called back by the chef to continue with the macarons. Soyoun tries to curb her fear as she approaches the oven. She has to remind herself that there’s no actual fire visible as she opens the oven and puts the macaron shells in. Once the timer starts, Soyoun then heads over to where the head chef is waiting to make the filling. “This is a lot easier than I thought,” she says with a laugh as she mixes the ingredients accordingly. Then the chef brings out three jams for her to choose from. Soyoun then turns to the cameras. “The chef is making me choose which jam I should use for the center of the macaron filling: cherry blossom jam, hibiscus jam, or rose,” she says as she shows off each jam to the cameras. “I initially thought of strawberry jam at first, but then then we thoughtof sticking with the flower theme and go with floral jam.” Turning to the head chef, she then makes a decision. “We could do all three, and then when they’re served, everyone gets one of each jam filling. And so it’s not too hard, we can do different types of flower piping on the macarons later?” She then washes her hands to retrieve her sketchbook to draw out the designs she has in mind. She then lets the head chef keep the sketch once the finalize the design.

She tastes the buttercream before they put it in the piping bag, and she nods in approval. This is a lot better than she expected. Then while the chef’s assistant gets the macaron shells out of the oven, she and the head chef start preparing the icing decoration for the different flowers they will be piping. It takes some time, so by the time they have prepared everything, the macarons have cooled nicely. Soyoun picks up one from the sheet and shows it to the cameras. “This is probably the best one I’ve ever done,” she says, wonder evident in her voice. “I doubt I can replicate this without the guidance of our lovely head chef over here.” She then does jazzy hands at the chef who tries hiding from the cameras.

As they get back to business, piping buttercream onto the macarons is probably the easiest thing Soyoun has done all day in this kitchen. She decides to put a bit of cherry blossom jam first. In the next one, she adds some hibiscus jam. She then adds rose in the final center before putting the other half of the macarons on top. “This is your time to shine,” the head chef jokes as they gesture for soyoun to start piping the decorations on top. In the quietest Soyoun has ever been in this video, she concentrates as she makes sure her cherry blossoms look realistic in the first one. Frustration is heard in her voice as she groans when her hand slips when piping out the branches. In the end, she lets out a sigh of relief when the flowers come out perfectly. She then moves on to the one with hibiscus jam, where she picks up a different set of piping bags to pipe out a hibiscus flower. This one is a lot more cooperative then the cherry blossoms, so that one finishes nicely, too. Finally, she picks up the ones to make the roses. Roses are a bit tricky to pipe at first, and her hands are beginning to get tired. Despite the head chef offering to take over, Soyoun declines the help. She has to do this herself. After some struggle, she finally comes out with a rose she’s satisfied with. She wipes her hands on her apron and high-fives the head chef and the head barista, who informs her that the candy toppings are ready to be infused into the drink. Once everything is in place, Soyoun steps back to let the photographers and videographers do their thing. She looks at herself in the mirror; she looks like a mess. She uses this time to freshen up and make herself look human. The staff also instructs her to come up with a name for her treat and the drink.

By the time they’re done, Soyoun is then brought over to the cafe area to try the macarons and the drink. “Always remember to appreciate those who work in the food and beverage industry, everyone. They feed us all and are miracle workers.” She smiles as she observes the final product. “I couldn’t have pulled this off without our barista and chef, and I am proud to give you guys the Flower Festival macarons and the Pink Crystal Tea on my birthday,” she says with a happy smile. “Experience spring with me, your spring fairy Astrid on April 4 at the Legacy Cafe. Hope to see you guys there. Skrrt Skrrt!”

#lgc:birthday #msy;itsmyfiesta

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demon-kumo · 2 years

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𝓐 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷

𝓐𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓾 𝔁 𝓞𝓒 - 𝓹𝓽 1

ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ'ꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ᴀꜱᴜʀᴀᴍᴀʀᴜ x ᴏᴄ - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

𝓐𝓷𝓲𝓶𝓮: 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓷𝓭

No one was willing to break the silence, each one of them having a serious look on their face. The green-eyed boy stared down at the floor of the elevator with sudden fake interest. He knew very well that what he was doing was extremely risky and yet he felt no regret in his current decision. The elevator came to a halt and they soon arrived in a room.

The room looked like a dark temple or shrine. The lighting in the room seemed to be a deep red glow despite it being dim. There seemed to be mask-like structures on the walls, each one being a demon or oni-like mask. In front of each mask-like structure on the floor was a pedestal and inside was a weapon.

"Well, here we are. This is the room where we keep the weapons that are on par with the black demon series, the weapons seemed to be more unique than anything we have seen. These weapons have demon queens kept in them. They are known as the Abyss Demon Series" Guren explained.

Yuichiro nodded and walked into the middle of the room. Before he could glance around a voice called out to him. "Yuu-san, wait!" He turned around and looked at Shinoa. "Are you sure about this? No one has ever been able to wield two demons, there is a strong chance the demon will take over and you will surely die!" Shinoa reasoned.

"I don't care," Yuu started. Shinoa was taken aback slightly by his answer. "That is the world we live in and I need more power to protect my family even if it means dying. No matter what you say nothing will stop me from doing this." Yuichiro claimed.

Shinoa's expression softened and didn't say anything. She just looked at the floor and didn't meet anyone's gaze in the room. Guren looked at Yuichiro.

"Alright, go ahead." He ushered.

Yuichiro nodded and turned to look at the weapons all of them looked extremely interesting. Each one of them had this strange and dark aura. Then suddenly Yuichiro felt the blade attached to his waist growing warm. He then looked up to see a particular weapon that caught his eye.

It was a dark sword sticking up in the sand, two red threads attached to it. The blade was beautiful dark obsidian and had a crimson red glow. The joining between the red and black crystals on the blade is seamless forming one cohesive body. The red jade stones adorn the hilt and beautiful silver detailing surrounded the hilt of the blade.

The closer Yuu got to the blade the stronger his katana and the weapon pulsed. He walked up to the middle pedestal against the wall. Then suddenly the weapon started to glow.

Yuichiro tilted his head slightly at the blade before grabbing and pulling it out of the sand. Then suddenly a dark and foreboding presence reached Yuichiro's body as he lost consciousness and fell out of reality.

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Yuichiro slowly opened his eyes and was met with a clear white misty sky, a lot like the one he would see when he would talk with Asuramaru. He blinked a few times before sitting up and taking in his surroundings. Around him, it looked like a misty garden.

The white mist that shrouded the area was neither thick nor thin. Through the layer of mist, flowers could be seen. Crystal white rose bushes, sectioned by stone, form a circle. In the middle of it, all was a tree, the leaves bright green, contrasting against the white allusive mist. White blossoms with a slightly pink center adorned the tree.

"Well this is a little strange, it seems she already is taking a liking to you." A velvety boyish voice said. Yuichiro turned around to see his first demon, Asuramaru.

He stood on top of his blade staring at something. Yuichiro stood up and looked at the purple-haired demon. "What do you mean?" He asked.

Asuramaru didn't say anything but pointed at something in the slight distance. Yuichiro shifted his gaze and looked in the direction where the demon was pointing. There underneath the tree was the crimson cursed gear he had picked up. Standing at the top of the blade was the demon.

Her hair swayed in the non-existent wind. Yuichiro snapped out of his daze and walked over to the demon with Asuramaru following. The demon slowly opened her eyes, revealing the stunning jewel red color, her back was against the human and his demon.

She turned her head slightly, and they were able to see the side of her face, she had a slight smile on her face. She then turned completely and looked at Yuichiro up and down before hopping off the blade and smiling at him.

She then walked up to him and started to circle around him. She seemed to have a curious look on her face as she did. Yuichiro looked at her weirdly before she stopped in front of him. Her expression seemed to be one of interest, her aura was deadly calm, yet Yuichiro was not the least bit rattled, no fear or anxiety was present on his face. Meanwhile, Asuramaru had been watching the demon with interest.

The demon girl smirked. "Interesting your spirit and heart are very strong. I can almost hear the desire for revenge inside you. The fact you were even able to touch my blade without being corrupted is amazing itself." The demon girl said, her voice was soft and delicate yet there was also a slight hit of despair.

She then looked at Asuramaru and gave him a soft smile her fangs showing slightly. Asuramaru was a little shocked and turned his head away, not making eye contact with her.

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I couldn't help but stare at the demon that stood in front of me. She had black midnight hair that had striking white streaks in her hair. Her hair swayed in the non-existent wind as her back faced us.

Her dress was a beautiful black, was off the shoulder, and had long sleeves. The dress was decorated with beautiful lace, which took the shape of small flowers, that went around the edges of the sleeves and the skirt of the dress. The dress was short in the front and long in the back. She was barefoot.

Then when she turned to face us, I was completely stunned by her beauty, she was stunning even among demons.

The dress fit her small body perfectly. She was about my height but slightly smaller, yet her body had a beautiful figure. It was as if her body was sculpted by the gods. Her beautiful pale skin shimmered in the light, it looked so soft and smooth.

Even though her eyes were red like all demons and vampires I couldn't help but be captivated by them. They shined like jewels and stared into mine.

I couldn't help but feel nervous and self-conscious as she looked at me with her soft smile. Everything about this demon seemed to make me feel butterflies. Her soft delicate features from her soft skin to the delicate point of her ears.

Why do I feel like this all of a sudden? I have never felt like this in my life, even when I was a vampire. I am a demon, once I vampire, not a filthy human with emotions! I shouldn't be feeling like this. Not only because of her beautiful figure but her aura.

Her aura is so strong, is overwhelming. I can feel it radiating. I don't understand why I feel like this. I feel flush and fidgety, I feel my cheeks blooming with crimson flowers as she looked at me. Why am I feeling like this?! Surely, I couldn't love. Damn this female, and I am going to be working with her too.

Oh, crap she is looking at me again!!! No, don't look this way! You are making me even more flushed!! She is smiling at me!! I am not going to survive!!

When she smiled at me I awkwardly smiled back before looking at the tree but still listening to the conversation. Out of the corner of my eye I watched her walk up to Yuu with her sword and hand it to him.

"Interesting your spirit and heart are very strong. I can almost hear the desire for revenge inside you. The fact you were even able to touch my blade without being corrupted is amazing itself." The demon said, her voice sweet and elegant.

Yuu took the sword and stared at it with awe. The girl's eyes formed into crescent moons as she stared at him.

"My name is Yoruka. If you ever need my strength just call for me."

Yoruka, what a beautiful name. It fits her perfectly. My chest feels warm and fuzzy as I looked at her. She seems to capture my gaze so easily without even trying. I can't be in love with her, I hardly know her....and yet my chest feels warm and fuzzy, my un-beating heart feels like this going to jump out of my chest.

I wanted to embrace her in my arms, and kiss her soft lips. My heart and my head are telling me that I should have her to myself. I think.....no, I am in love with her.

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This demon is a little strange, he won't make direct eye contact with me. Though, his presence is powerful. I can feel his aura, sending shivers down my spine. Though despite the lack of direct eye contact I could feel his glances and stares at me.

I pushed the thoughts aside and looked at Yuichiro. "Listen, I will help you, but if I detect weakness for a moment in your heart I will take over your body and destroy your mind and soul."

Yuichiro smirked. "Alright, that is fair." I smiled and nodded my head before sending him off. That left me with Asuramaru, who had a small smirk on his face.

I turned to him with a soft smile on my face. I took the quick chance to study him. He was honestly very beautiful, with his long purple hair and ruby red eyes.

He noticed me staring a little so I decided to say something. "I look forward to working with you Asuramaru."

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Asuramaru's eyes widen slightly before going back to normal and a small smile came to his face. "Yeah me too,"

Then a thought popped into his head as a sly smile formed on his face. " Especially since my partner is very beautiful." He replied his tone of voice sly and teasing. He walked towards her and grasped her chin, forcing her ruby eyes into his crimson ones.

As he did this a lovely rose color coated her pale cheeks, making her face even more beautiful. Asuramaru's eyes widen slightly.

' Such a beautiful color, it suits her perfectly.' He thought

He snapped out his thoughts when Yoruka giggled. Her eyes crinkled into crescent moons as her lips curved into a small yet bright smile. She stood on her toes and whispered in his ear. "I could say the same to you." She said in a hushed voice.

She placed a small kiss on his cheeks before she disappear into a black haze of mist, going to help her new master.

Asuramaru stood there for a few seconds, in complete shock at what just happened before a crimson red that rivaled his eyes took over his face but a sheepish smile was there.

"Heh~ I have a feeling we are going to work well together.....Yoruka”

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#asuramaru #asuramaruxreader #asuramaruxoc #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #Romace #ashera tepes #ashera x oc #Ghosts #demons #vampires

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caramelapplesauce · 1 year

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Astrologically Compatible

peter x sybill

warning: mention of dead parent!

they held hands as they made the journey to the new crystal shop. peter had never felt so safe with another person since his mum died. sybill felt comfortable and reliable and everything he ever needed in life.

they met at an asexual meet up a few months back. he was surprised to find someone that not only felt the same as him, but clicked so well. they sat next to each other and instantly connected. they talked about astrology and different types of crystals, and compared their tarot card decks. they also found out that they were astrologically compatible. a leo man and a libra woman! what are the chances?! after the meeting, they had went for tea and continued talking into the night. they both really loved park walks at night so that’s where they went after tea. they were a romance written in the stars.

it has been six months since then and they have been on many dates. they have been to various crystal shops, psychic readings, and antique shops that took all of their money. and now they were on their way to a crystal shop that was on the outskirts of town, basking in each others company. as they entered the shop, they turned to each other and knew, without even having to say anything, that this was their new favorite shop. it had rows and rows of crystals and all of them had labels. there were shelves of books that explained the different crystals and what they did. there were various necklaces, earrings, bracelets, and all sorts of jewelry, laced with all kinds of crystals. sybill and peter looked at each other, gave a curt nod, and separated. peter went straight for the pink crystals labeled rose quartz and sybill, he noticed, went straight for the onyx. he focused back on the rose quartz in front of him and sifted through the multitudes of jewelry that was there, trying to find the perfect present for sybill’s birthday. after about ten minutes of looking, peter was about to give up. there was nothing that was special enough to give to his love. he started to walk away from the table when something caught his eye. he turned to it and instantly realized this is what he was looking for. he quickly picked it up, walked to the cashier, and bought it before sybill found him and saw it.

a few weeks later, sybill and peter were siting across from each other at a little diner for her birthday. peter twiddled his thumbs as a nervous habit and sybill seemed to take notice.

“peter, dear, what’s wrong? you seem so nervous and you can’t be nervous on my birthday, it is simply not allowed” she smiled that soft smile and booped him on the nose before picking up his hands and holding them in her own. he instantly relaxed. he let out a sigh and said

“i… i have a gift for you a-and something to say b-but i… i’m just… you are…” he breathed out and tried to calm his racing heart.

“it’s okay, love, take your time.” she traced circles around the back of his hand, waiting patiently. this was the moment peter realized he just had to tell her. he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“okay, well first, i wanted to say happy birthday, my dear, and that you are the most amazing person that has ever come into my life.” he began. she was already smiling and peter gave her a slight smile back. “you have been everything i have ever dreamt of and more and so here is a rose quartz crown. it is sort of like a flower crown but it is made of a gold chain and laced through rose quartz be-because,” he started stuttering because when he chanced a glance at her, she was all teary, “oh no don’t cry.” he went to wipe a tear from her eye.

“oh, sorry, i’m just being silly. it’s just… it honestly is the best present ever. and i-i-i,” she started really crying at this and peter was starting to panic. this was not what he expected. he quickly pulled out the gift and handed it to her so that maybe she would stop crying. he was wrong. she started crying even more and was staring at it with tears streaming down her face.

“oh, oh my it is beautiful! goodness!” she was struggling to breath as she spoke and she looked right at peter and stated

“i love you so much, you complete me in ways i never thought i needed and you are the most beautiful thing to ever happen to me” peter gaped at her. that was his line, wasn’t it? she took in his expression and her eyes widened a little.

“oh! oh my sorry i just- i don’t- i don’t know why i said that. it just… it’s true but - and you don’t have to say it back but i j-i just needed you to hear it an-“ she was quickly cut off by peter standing up, walking around the table, and kissing her so deeply that she almost fell off her chair. he pulled back, and whispered

“i love you so so much. you are the one thing that i know is right in the world”

#this was longer than i anticipated #but it’s so sweet #they mean a lot to me #peter x sybill #peter pettigrew #sybill trelawney #astrology #crystals #date night #asexual #asexual love #harry potter #hp marauders #marauders era #the marauders #happy ending #very cute #just ranting

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starryfaery · 2 months

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Chapter 2 | The Star Princess

The sweet scent of stardust blooming in the air within the cosmos meadow.

The small framed girl was sitting on one of the oversized lilac coloured routes of the cherry blossom tree.

The small three kittens were sitting against her.

The amethyst eyed boy thought for a second.

The only living creature living in Seren were Faery’s so if his guess was right, than the lilac eyed animals that surrounded the girl were the stars.

And he just watched the stars personally create her.

“The first Faery made from stars,” he started.

Remembering what he had seen.

“I haven’t seen the lilac mist and the lilac flowers before,” he continued.

Each colour in Seren had a meaning.

The kitten jumped up onto the roots next to the girl. Her tail swaying in the air as she landed.

As the bunny hopped forwards.

“Lilac is dreams. The mist was dream energy from the world of dreams,” she purred.

Twitching her small round pink nose.

“And as for all the pink…” the boy continued.

The fox placed her paws together.

“Stars,” she chimed.

The amethyst eyed boy thought for a second. Glancing at the kitten before back at the girl.

She tilted her head to the side.

It was her first time hearing about everything herself.

The boy knelled down in-front of her. Placing his hand flat against his heart.

“Princess, I am the Grand Duke of the Night Court. Please call me Sena,” he introduced.

A name meaning ‘star’ and ‘bond’.

The kitten’s tail gently wrapped around the girls wrist.

“Yuki. The Princesses name is Yuki,” she meowed.

Her name combining ‘dream’ and ‘princess’.

Yuki tugged down the hems of her baby pink sleeves.

“E-excuse me. What do you mean by stars and dreams?” She softly mumbled.

Her voice was soft and sweet. Like the ring of a bell. Like spring whispers.

“Faery’s are made from a moondrop, a flower and a crystal. You can see the crystal in our eyes and nails and our hair and scent are our flowers,” Sena started.

The bunny leaned forwards.

“Princess, we created you from moondust, dream energy, flowers and crystals and finally one of the stars,” she purred.

The three kittens happily meowed.

“Our beloved star,”

Sena glanced towards the bunny before focusing back on Yuki.

“That means you’re the most loved existence here in Seren,” he smiled.

He looked around the meadow. Noticing that there were only flowers and crystals.

He had now guessed why the Stars who nofae had seen before sent him a message.

“Princess, if you don’t mind my dwelling is nearby and I have plenty of rooms. It doesn’t seem like there’s anywhere for you to stay here so would you do me the honour of being my guest and living in my Night Palace?” He requested.

Holding his hand out towards her.

She glanced down at the kitten by her side who nodded in reassurance.

“If that’s okay,” she mumbled.

Placing her hand in his.

He helped her stand up.

“It’s not far but are you okay with walking? Your weaker since you were newly created. That’s why you lost your balance earlier,” he wondered.

She lightly nodded.

“I can walk,” she mumbled.

The fox jumped forwards as Yuki quickly caught her in her arms.

Feeling her soft fluffy fur through her cardigan.

“Princess, I’ll come visit you later,” the fox purred.

Leaning forwards and pressing her cold nose against her check. Like a kiss.

Before suddenly disappearing into sparks of stardust and snowflakes.

The bunny nodded as she puffed up her cheeks.

“It’s different for me as well being in Night. Princess, sweet dreams,” she chimed.

Her small body bowing forwards before disappearing into pink stardust and white moondust.

The three kittens jumped up. Their claws attaching to Yuki’s cardigan. Causing her to slightly lean to the left.

“Take us with you,” the three meowed in-unison.

Yuki lightly nodded. Gently lifting them up onto her shoulders instead of hanging onto her clothes.

They were small enough that they fit.

“Okay,” she mumbled.

As the kittens snuggled closer.

“Princess, did you understand what they said?” Sena wondered.

Yuki tilted her head to the side.

“The same as the Kitten, Bunny and Fox but with higher voices,” she mumbled.

“I just hear quiet bell sounds,” he answered.

The main kitten jumped down into the flowers next to Yuki.

“They are the smaller stars within my cat constellation. Only another star will be able to understand them,” she meowed.

Yuki stepped forwards into the cosmos flowers.

The white petals that touched against her suddenly turned pink.

She softly blinked. Looking around her as she watched them change colour.

“The star flowers are reacting to your stardust,” The kitten meowed.

Stepping forwards along with Sena.

She looked behind them to see the cosmos from her path had already returned to white however a star pattern remained on their petals.

Once they reached the end of the pathway of stars that appeared like a tunnel of lilac flowers.

The wall of white wisteria trees opened up a small archway.

Sena stepped out first.

“Welcome to my Night Court,” he remarked.

As Yuki stepped out from under the wisterias and onto the lavender moss phlox flowers that lined around the edge of the wisterias that closed up behind her.

The Night Court was like a blanket of violets and lavenders with a small amount of whites.

* * *

The Night Palace.

The scent of vanilla filled the hallways with lavender walls with white floors.

The lights coming from the glowing white quartz on the ceiling.

Already waiting at the Night Palace was a tall flower boy. Just slightly shorter than Sena.

As the High Fae of the nearby Crystal Court he was the closest out of the first circle Faery’s so he rushed over as soon as he saw the pink stardust that had suddenly fallen from the sky in his Court.

His lavender coloured resembling moonlight reflecting through quartz gemstones.

His light purple hair resembling campanula flowers.

With gentle eyes glistening like Kunzites.

His moonlight like pale skin against his light purple clothes.

His eyes widened as he saw Sena walk up holding Yuki in his arms against his chest. Princess style.

She was fiddling with the hems of her sleeves against her stomach.

She had tried to convince him on the way that she could walk however since she was still a little wobbly Sena decided to carry her.

“Rumi, The Princess just appeared so she’s not fully adapted to Seren. I’ll explain everything in my office,” Sena informed.

Walking inside the three floored manor.

The new flower boy gently smiled as he looked down at Yuki while walking alongside them.

“Hello, I’m Rumi. From the Crystal Court,” he smiled.

His voice was silvery and tender.

Once Sena reached his office on the ground floor, Rumi opened the door. And they stepped inside.

Sena gently placed Yuki onto the white sattee. While the kitten jumped up to sit next to her.

She lightly patted the kitten behind her ears.

“So your name is Yuki. It suits you,” Rumi smiled.

Sena glanced out at the open window to see the crescent moon had returned to its light blue shade with white butterfly shaped glows flying away and disappearing up into the stars.

“So the butterflies that appear with the Flower moon really are connected to either the stars or the Dream World,” he observed.

When the Princess had appeared, the butterfly glows had briefly disappeared.

Yuki softly blinked. Following his eyeline. To see the small white butterfly glows getting smaller away from the smaller crescent moon.

"They were in the meadow," she mumbled.

The white kittens ears twitched back as her bright lilac eyes looked at the moon before back at her Star.

“They carry the dream energy from the moon to the stars,” she meowed.

As her little pink nose twitched, white butterfly shaped glows suddenly appeared in the office.

Yuki held out her hand. Causing her long sleeves to fall down to her wrists.

Revealing her nail design. Light pink like pink mangano calcites. On her left ring finger was a star shape and on her right ring finger was a crescent moon both made from lilac Lavender quartz.

Catching the attention of Sena.

As one of the glows landed on the top of her finger. The delicate wings fluttering.

She softly blinked.

Noticing that the wings resembled lilac flower petals. Shimmering lilac when the light hit its white wings.

“Flowers?” She mumbled.

The butterfly shaped glows flying around the room reflecting in her starkissed eyes.

While Sena and Rumi exchanged glances for a moment.

The kitten’s tail relaxed behind her.

“We had to use their magic when bringing out your soul from where it was resting in the Dream World. So there may be some side effects of opening the door between Seren-hame and the Stars,” she meowed.

Rumi nodded as he leaned against the armrest of the sattee.

“That explains the pink appearing in my Court,” he confirmed.

Watching as another butterfly glow landed on Yuki’s head.

The butterfly glows fluttered around Yuki one last time before flying out of the window.

Sena kneeled down on-front of Yuki so she didn’t have to strain her neck looking up at him.

“Once again, Princess. Welcome to my Night Court. We are the ruling Court of this realm. We call it Seren-hame. Home of the stars,” he started.

Yuki glanced down at the kitten.

“Stars are important here?” She mumbled.

Rumi nodded as he leaned forwards.

“The stars are the ones who decided to make their own Fae realm. And worked together to create the Five Courts,” he answered.

Yuki tugged down the hems of her sleeves.

“Three of them?” She mumbled.

Sena glanced down at the kitten by her side. Realising what she was asking due to also being there when she was created.

Rumi nodded.

“That’s what the stories say. They each created a Court where they personally oversee. Moon, Frost and of course Night. And then together they made Flower and my Crystal,” he answered.

One of the kittens on her shoulder gently played with the hem of her hood.

“So the Stars of Frost and Moon wouldn’t be able to appear in the Night Court?” She mumbled.

“In theory…” Rumi nodded. Glancing down at the four kittens.

“So the Star Guardian of the Night Court is a cat? ” he noted.

Sena’s eyebrow raised.

The kitten placed her paw against Yuki.

“The Crystal High Lord hasn’t been paying any attention to anything but Our Princess,” the kitten meowed.

Yuki glanced up at Rumi sitting on the armrest next to her. Exchanging glances with him.

He smiled as their eyes met.

“I guess so,” he answered.

Sena leaned forwards.

“You should probably rest since it’s in the middle of a Flower Moon,” he suggested.

Leaning forwards.

“I can walk!” She mumbled. Fiddling with the hems of her sleeves.

Sena lightly smiled.

“It’s not far. But if you’re having trouble it’s okay to ask for help,” he responded.

He held out his hand.

As she placed her hand in his, he helped her stand up.

The kittens leaning closer to her.

Before looking over at Rumi.

“We don’t have any other guests at least until the other High Lords and Ladies find out we have a new Faery. So there’s spare guest rooms,” he guessed.

Rumi nodded.

“I’ll take you up on the offer,” he agreed.

Before Sena showed them the way down the hallway.

Yuki traced her fingers along the gemstones in the lavender walls that seem to form the shape of constellations.

“What is a Flower Moon?” She mumbled.

“For half a Moon Phase, the crescent moon changes from white to light blue which resembles both the Moon and Flower Court. It’s the time most in Seren sleep,” Sena answered.

Reaching the stairs at the end of the hallway.

“It’s why there’s not any of the other Night Faery’s around. Amaya usually is the first to show up after a new Moon Phase so you might see her around,” he continued.

Before climbing the stairs up to the second floor that included five doors.

The kitten was walking alongside Yuki. Her fluffy tail positioned high.

At the end of the hallway was an amethyst designed door with quartz gemstones within the doorframe creating the feeling of the night sky.

With a light purple amethyst door handle.

"This is my room, it's located here so I can easily be accessible to any guests and protects the upper floor. If you need anything just knock," he informed.

A smile forming on his face as she lightly nodded.

Rumi leaned forwards.

“And I’ll be in the one opposite and one down, wake me up anytime,” he added.

Pointing to one of the doors.

Located on the top floor of the Night Palace. It was a simple design with three different plain white doors.

“Magic will change the room so just pick whichever door you want the location off,” Sena informed.

Yuki lightly nodded as she looked around the hallway.

The large selenite windows letting in the moonlight.

She stepped forwards.

“Can I have this one?” She mumbled.

Pointing to the one at the end.

Sena nodded.

"Princess, please touch the door handle. And the room inside will use a Crystal and Moon magic to turn into your style," he started.

She lightly nodded as she stepped closer to the door.

As soon as she placed her hand on the handle, the handle started to glow.

While the appearance of the door itself started to change in-front of them.

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