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pokituu · 6 months
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Sun!
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I thank the good times and the bad times for bringing me here and leading me to you.
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🤟 🤟 🤟 / 🤟 🤟 🤟 / 🤟 🤟 🤟
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phoethegreat · 10 months
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Witchy fingers ✨🖤
Stickers available on my Etsy store - https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/1285522452/spooky-hands-witchy-stickers
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CONSTELLATIONS ~
I'm not that fond of this nail art, why didn't I draw all of this thinner lol ? And I think that a good constellation/galaxy nail art require a lot of glitter to be a success.
Polishes I used :
Essie : Can't Stop Her In Copper
Black Polish
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heartnosekid · 2 years
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cooper_calligraphy on ig
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illjustpretend · 2 years
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Love having little details or trademarks in my drawings
I be like Reynolds Woodcock sewing secrets into the canvas of a garment 💅
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missglaskin · 1 year
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Yan!HOTD CHARACTERS MEETING THEIR SOULMATES 
All thanks to @the-mechanical-angel for the idea & credit for prompts to @r-evolve-art
Viserys Targaryen + Meeting soulmate in dream every night
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He was always looking forward to his dreams, looking forward to you. Initially, he believed it might have been one of his visions, one that somewhat always involved you. But he came to understand there were more than just visions.
Whether you two were lying in a flower field or strolling along the beach, Viserys loved the conversations and times he shared with you. The moment he opened his eyes in the mornings caused his desire for you to swell with each passing day. In the dreams, he begged you to tell him where you are, willing to sail to the end of the world just to see you. 
The intensity increased when he assumed the throne and realized that you were the only person with whom he felt at peace. The king was allegedly never to be awakened from his sleep by the servants. When there came a day, he looked up across the court and saw you. The lord and ladies all stare in surprise as the king leaves his throne to approach you, cradling your face in his hands, becoming teary-eyed.
Rhaenyra Targaryen + Sharing the same injuries as your soulmate
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Your father brought you along to the coronation ceremony of King Viserys where named his daughter Rhaenyra as his heir. Your father decided to spend a few days at King’s landing, leaving you free to explore the castle. It’s there you could truly meet the princess and befriended her. 
During your many walks together, you trip scraping your knees only to hear the princess wince in pain as she lifts her dress, revealing a scrape on her knee. Could it be. It was expected that your soulmate would be a man.
The princess and you exchange a look before she presses her nail into her knee, making you flinch. This all confirms it. You weren’t sure how she would respond, but you weren’t certainly expecting her to reach for your hand, a smile showing on her eager face. Rhaenyra told your father that you’ll be staying at King’s Landing with her from now on. Her father agrees, happy that his daughter made a new ‘friend’.
Daemon Targaryen + Sharing your soulmate’s emotions 
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You came to the conclusion your soulmate must be quite a violent person, often feeling their strong emotions-their bloodlust and rage, which left you feeling all the more frustrated. Daemon could feel your frustrations and it left him amused. With you, there was much more happiness in the air. Giving him a taste of what inner peace might be like.
Sitting among your family during the tourney. You felt it. The adrenaline, the unbridled excitement of your soulmate. But this time, the feelings were much stronger that it almost made you feel queasy. It's when the rogue prince comes riding on his horse wearing his black armor, do you make eye contact. 
And at that moment, you're sure he knows it's you. Sinking back further into your seat as the rogue prince gives you a smirk. Feeling your chest tighten as his horse got closer to you. His lance is right in front of you and he asks for your favor. And you do it all while he can sense your giddiness. Returning to your seat, you are well aware this isn't the last you'll see of Daemon.
Corlys Velaryon + Soulmate has a constellation that points to where they’re 
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During his nine sea voyages, Corlys was said to return with countless treasures. Silk, jade, spice, ships, gold and so much more. But upon his return from Essos, he was said to have returned with what he told to be far more valuable than any of his treasure. When he returned, he had a princess by his side—who now is his wife.
Corlys knew what he wanted. And he set out to pursue it. He observed the constellations in the night sky and learned that the brightest one pointed in the direction of where he needed to be. Upon his arrival to your kingdom, the sea snake requested your hand in marriage. 
Once he had seen you. It had to be you. Corlys was certain. The sudden beat in his heart. An unseen string tugging him in your direction. And there, he gave you the most extravagant gifts with a ship big enough to carry half of a village, and a dress so plush that it felt sheer. And how could your father refuse upon seeing such devotion.
Rhaenys Targaryen + Touching your soulmate allows you to see glimpses of their future 
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Soulmates. Seemed like a ridiculous notion to Rhaenys. But perhaps that notion was needed. In this world soulmates rarely cross each other's paths. And if they did, it was not as happily as all those tales portrayed over and over again. But what were the chances she’d meet you on this particular day.
After arriving at King's Landing, you spent some time getting to formally know Rhaenys. Many times, having her over for tea. But once, your hands unintentionally brushed against hers. Rhaenys catches a fleeting glimpse. Her hair blown by the wind. Sensing the touch of another. The aroma of salt and seaweed. When the haze clears, a face so eerily similar is seen. 
A cup breaking on the ground rouses her senses. A look of worry on your face. You can't help but ask if she's disappointed. Her expression, however, tells you otherwise.
Laena Velaryon + Sharing the same heart beat 
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At driftmark, you attended the wedding of Laenor and Rhaenyra. The entire ride, your heartbeat has been slightly racing. It continues to bother you, yet you ignore it. As the door opens, it starts pounding rapidly and intensely, almost flopping in your chest.
 As you look at Lady Laena, you feel faint and short of breath. It seems she is also struggling, but her expression remains calm that perhaps you are only imagining things. All eyes are on her when she asks you for a dance. When your hand finally touches her, you feel as though you can breathe again. With each passing second, your body becomes more relaxed and at ease. 
As the two of you danced, you tried to hide your awe in the face of her breathtaking beauty. When the dancing comes to a close, she whispers in your ear how she would love for you to spend a few days at Driftmark. There was no way you could refuse.
Otto Hightower + Meeting your soulmate after the worst event in your life 
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As any with common sense, Otto believed the concept of soulmates was utter nonsense. Believed duty to far more proceeds one’s desires and whims. And taking a wife who wasn't his soulmate-whom he loved deeply further solidified his convictions.
But all good things come to an end. Now left with the news of his wife's death. Days after, he still carried out his daily duties. That's when he finally took notice of you; a friend of Rhaenyra and Alicent. As soon you walk away, Otto notices his eyes start to follow.
Moments are spent where he'd ask you of your house or day, and soon the subject shifted to more personal manners. Right then and there, Otto understood his feelings, his gravitation towards you. You must not have known. Envisioning someone much more spirited and youthful. Surprise trickled through you when Otto announces his impending marriage and at the sight of Alicent's expression of betrayal.
Alicent Hightower + Soulmate marks are only visible after touching
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In her younger years, Alicent found some solace in the prospect of soulmates, but that all changed when she was made to wed the king. Beginning to scoff at the notion, dismissing it as nothing more than a frivolous dream of little girls.
As she awakens in the morning, a new handmaiden greets her. The queen moves to stand as the handmaiden hastily dresses her. There, she felt fingers graze her skin. An intense stinging pain ran over her body, giving her skin a burning sensation. Holding her wrist. She sees it now. The mark.
A gasp is heard. The handmaiden grasping her own wrist. The implications cause the handmaiden's eyes to enlarge and her mouth to hang open. As they lock eyes, a knife-cutting silence permeates the chambers.
Aegon II Targaryen + A timer for when soulmates shall first meet
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As far as Aegon is concerned, he couldn't care less whether he discovered a supposed soulmate—if they even existed in the first place. Looking at his wrist, the timer indicates a decade or possibly longer. And as he grew older, he became more detached to the prospect. Maybe not even his soulmate would have loved the man he came to be. 
A day at the feast, however, Aegon's vacant eyes drifted to his wine cup. Where he saw it. His wrist. His head tilted downward, eyes narrowing when seeing the timer rapidly decrease. Has it been that long since he last looked. His wife speaks, but it is all muddled to him. Eyes glued to his wrist, watching it still go down.
He hears more wine being poured into his cup. And then it happens. 0-Inked on his wrist. Finally, Aegon lifts his head at the servant who had stopped pouring his wine, and the prince is met with a horrified look in return.
Helaena Targaryen + Voices in Your Head is your soulmate’s 
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As with her prophecies, Helaena's claims that she had a voice in her head were ignored. Servants have also claimed the princess is often seen smiling or humming to herself. 
With Helaena as your soulmate, you come to find her mind constantly wanders, whether it be the ramblings of the many bugs she found or the cryptic messages. Although initially overstimulating, you've adapted to it. And she didn’t seem to mind when you did the same. Your voice is soothing. Was her response when you'd apologize for your mental babbling. 
As long as she could still hear your voice in her head, the princess wasn't too concerned about finding you. But all of that changed when first saw you at her court. Her face softened, and her family had never seen her so delighted. And now, you spend most of your time in her chambers when her husband is away. 
Aemond Targaryen + One eye is your natural color, the other is your soulmate’s 
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It was said the day the prince opened his eyes for the first time, only one violet eye was visible. Clearly seen in the other was his soulmate's eye. His eye will return to its natural color once he meets his soulmate, the master assured his mother. In this world, soulmates hardly ever cross paths. Still, young Aemond caught himself daydreaming about finding you-his other half.
Tragedy struck on the day Aemond claimed Vhagar. Gazing into the mirror with only a violet eye staring back at him. Throughout those years, he was persuaded that he no longer yearned for the dreams he once had. But that day when he first saw you. 
There was a momentary expression of surprise. Recognizing the eye he once possessed, the other mirroring his only to return to its natural color. A puzzled look was cast at the one-eyed prince, making him realize you’re oblivious to what had just happened.
Criston Cole + Reflections in the mirrors are the appearances of your soulmate
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As a young boy, Criston had placed a mirror that faced his bed, hoping to catch glimpses of you. You had to be the most beautiful creature he ever laid eyes on-his love, his soulmate, his other half. But his chest tightened when he took in your surroundings and the dress you wore. It told him you were much of a higher status-a lady. But the young idealistic Criston still believed the two of you were meant to be. Destined to be like the knights and their pretty ladies in all the tales he had heard.
Even as he matured into a man, Criston always carried a reflection with him at all times. In his pocket, a mirror was safely tucked away. He pulled it out to look at it, and there, in the palm of his hands, was his soulmate—the center of his universe.
So what a coincidence that he was competing in the tournament where your family must be. There, a knight approaches you with a house sigil you've never seen before; asking for your favor. He was quite handsome, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of giddiness as you gave him a timid smile. When Criston emerged victorious, he requested one final favor. To be your sword shield. And you agreed, unaware of the consequences that would follow.
Harwin Strong + Touching your soulmate causes you to relieve each other’s entire lives 
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At Harrenhal for the visit, you came with your father. Keeping pace with him as they lead you on a tour throughout the castle. There, you first encountered Harwin and Larys Strong, Lyonel Strong's sons. When it was your turn to greet Larys, you greeted him, and when it was Harwin's turn, he took your hand and gave it a courteous kiss.
Then it took place. All sorts of scenes pop in front of your eyes, one of a baby being born, crawling, taking their first steps, and speaking. Watching him grow into a boy, learning to hunt and wield a sword. Everything comes to a close with you facing the man whose entire life you just saw. For everyone else, it lasted only a few seconds, but for you two, it lasted a lifetime.
With his hand still in yours, Harwin now gazes into your eyes. A gaze of longing. When your father asks what's the matter, you pull your hand away from his, reassuring him that it's nothing. Lionel gives you a knowing look. His son certainly won't allow you to leave after this.
Jacaerys Velaryon + Soulmate’s name on each other’s wrist 
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On his wrists, read your name. The prospect excited Jace. The idea of unwavering love, being one's other half. He'd study with the Septon intending to learn of other houses, asking them of their daughters. Perhaps he'd find you among them. Only to be left disappointed when your name was never mentioned.
Still, he remains hopeful. He knew his time was limited and that by now he must be betrothed. It's when his arrival at King's landing, did he hear something that perks up his ear as he walks across the hallways. Your name being uttered. Spoken by one of the servants. The said servants are taken aback when Jace approaches them like a madman, asking of the name. One of the servants steps forward. It's you. 
The other servants are to leave, leaving just you and him. Reaching for your hand, he sees a cloth wrapped around your wrist. Removing it, he exhales heavily upon discovering his name inked on your skin. It's you. At last, he found you. 
Cregan Stark + See color for the first time when you meet
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The wolf of the north never bothered himself with the idea of seeking out a soul mate. More important than love or desire were one's duties. He has long since come to terms with the fact that the world he lived in will always be a shade of gray. When the princess and her brother, Jacaerys Velaryon, arrived on a dragon back.
Cregan’s protracted silence was recognized by everyone in the room. Wide eyes are fixed on the princess and she shares his expression. Colors suddenly flood into their world, and the two are suddenly overcome by the sensations that flooded their minds.
As she and her brother explain their arrival to the situation, the princess's voice is shaking as she still hasn't fully recovered from her recent overstimulation. There’s also a slight waver in Cregan’s voice as he speaks. As he pledged to fight for them, the princess swears she saw his eyes soften for a brief moment.
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celestialwhoree · 6 days
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𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧 𝐆𝐨 - 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫
I'm so so sorry this took so long to get out! It's here now!
as usual, slight nsfw 💕 mdni please
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Your dinner date comes in the form of a candlelit booth in the darkest corner of one of the nicest restaurants in town. Even in all your giddy, feet swinging, cheek hurting beaming, you can't miss the way Nikto's hands shake as he withdraws a pair of thick framed glasses from the inner pocket of his jacket before turning away from you to remove the black material of his mask.
"I'm not going to judge you." The sound of your soft admission has his shoulders bunching with a deep breath to slow the thundering of his heart. "I do not wish to frighten you." He murmurs lowly, sliding his glasses over his nose before turning back in his seat to face you.
There's a split second where you just stare, clenching your teeth until they creak in protest as you attempt not to gape over at him. You want to reach out and touch him - to run your fingers over the dipping craters and lines of raised, pale skin, to trace over the constellations of suffering etched into the face of the man sitting so self consciously before you. You don't, but god you want to. Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable. You've never felt so safe.
Instead of saying anything, you simply reach for his hand across the clean white tablecloth, an encouraging squeeze given before you return to peering at the menu you've set out before you. "I've never had lobster bisque before." You hum, absently chewing at the pink paint of your nails, realising how very out of your depths you are when most of the items on the menu don't spark any sort of recognition in the depths of your mind. What the fuck is a fregotto?
"Do you like shellfish?" Nikto clearly sees your suffering, your wide eyed gaze as you stare down at the menu, and manages to pull himself from his thoughts in order to rescue you from your own. "I guess." You shrug, chewing on your glossy bottom lip nervously.
You've always subconsciously known that the man next door has money - not that he's the ostentatious type - but the neighbourhood is expensive, and the car in his garage, from what you can tell at least, is new and shiny. The watch around his wrist, though functional at first glance, is clearly expensive too. The only reason you live next door is because you'd inherited your little house from some aunt you'd barely remembered. You're not exactly struggling, but you don't fit in all too well either.
"The wagyu here is excellent." He continues, noticing the way you bounce your leg and fiddle with your pretty little hoop earrings, eyes darting across the off-white card of the menu pages. Your attempt at nonchalance is obvious as you rest your cheek in the crook of your palm, looking over at your date. "I can order for you, if you would like." Nikto shoots you a look he hopes comes off as considerate, practically praying that his actions are helpful, as opposed to controlling. He's never been too god with women. "Yes. Please." You sigh, the weight on your shoulders suddenly disappearing as your eyes flit to the drinks menu, relief evident when you gaze down to the 'house' cocktail menu, immediately settling on the fruitiest thing there.
After the waitress has come and taken the order of the odd pair in the corner, you and Nikto sit in a strangely comforting - albeit awkward - silence. "You look beautiful tonight." His voice is the first to carry through the quiet, drawing you back to him as your eyes glaze over, coming out in a way he's seen you do countless times before. "Thank you." The candlelight does little to hide the way you blush under his obvious, piercing admiration of you.
In your panicked browsing of the menu, you'd not even noticed the lack of pricing. The last time you'd been somewhere as fancy as this had been to celebrate your graduation, where you and your family had shared appetisers and some artistically crafted dessert, before promptly heading to the nearest gas station to stock up on chips and sodas which you'd sat eating in front of the TV. What Nikto knows, and you don't, is that places like this tend to provide the priced menus to the men, and he'd ordered you just about the most expensive thing on there. To him, you're nothing short of a princess, and it's only right that he should treat you as such.
He knows he's made the right decision when you take the first bite of your meal, which leaves your lashes fluttering and your eyes rolling back with a hum of appreciation. He hopes that one day maybe he'll see the same sight under him as he fucks you. "You like it?" He inquires, not even bothering to hide his obvious admiration for you and your animated reactions. "I don't even know what it is. But it's delicious." You breathe, taking another bite, savouring the way every flavour melts on your palate.
Dessert comes and goes, and you feel so blissfully full and happy by the time the waitress comes with a small leather folio, containing the bill. "Oh!" You chirp, rooting around in your inconveniently tiny purse to try and find your card. "Sorry, two seconds." Again, you're blushing with obvious embarrassment as you empty tubes of lipgloss and bubble gum packets out onto the table, your card nowhere to be found. "We are not splitting the bill." Nikto states firmly, removing a card from his wallet, before handing the folio back to the waitress, who promptly disappears to scan his card. "But-" "No. I invited you for dinner. I do not expect you to pay."
Nikto even walks you home, stands there on your porch as you fumble with your purse again, trying to find your keys. "Would you - uh - would you like to come in?" The hope in your eyes makes his gut wrench, but he holds firm. "Maybe another time."
You feel like a fool, some kind of a slut inviting him upstairs after the first date. He probably thinks you're some overzealous little girl as you stand there gawking. The kiss he gives you, tilting your chin up to capture your lips with his, soon fixes this perception. You melt into him just as he pulls away, using his thumb to wipe away some errant gloss on your chin. "When I fuck you, princess, I will do it properly. Yes?" You nod, utterly gormless at his words, at his reciprocation of your feelings made clear. "Goodnight, princess. Sleep well."
You don't sleep well that night. Not in the slightest. You toss and turn under the white silk of your sheets, pyjamas tossed to the floor as you desperately fuck your fingers to the thought of him. He does the same.
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prince-kallisto · 5 months
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Crowley Levan is Meleanor’s “eyes, limbs, and husband”…wouldn’t it be cool if the one who married into the Draconia family had a crown/headpiece that resembled horns, worn for ceremonies, public appearances and the like?!
We haven’t seen Levan yet but I know in my heart he’s just a silly little guy as long as you ignore The Killings 💞
I talk more about concept art and costume details below the cut!
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Levan’s headpiece is designed to have more of a live-action Maleficent feel, where she wrapped her horns in…fabric? Snakeskin? Whatever it was, it looked really shiny, oily, and really cool, so I tried to depict that texture to show how his horns are fake.
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And sort of elaborating on the Draconia crown idea, perhaps each crown from every ruler who married into the family has its own unique shape? Levan’s halo-like shape is unique to him, so ones before him perhaps had more “traditional” dragon-like horns, and others had twisting ones like a sheep, etc etc. Since I’m OBSESSED with TWSTs religious symbolism- the Dawn Knight popped off with that winged helmet- I also wanted a halo shape to make Levan look slightly angelic.
The beads on his horns were slightly inspired by the mianguan, a formal headdress worn in ancient China. He also wears nail guards covered in shiny jewels… Let him be extra ✨
Levan having wings over his eyes like the Dawn Knight would be a fun parallel, and as a reference to him being Meleanor’s “eyes, limbs, and husband.” Like I mentioned in the comic, he covers his eyes and disguises his body under bulky clothing to be publicly dramatic af 😭 he takes his title way too seriously haha. The idea is that when he isn’t around Meleanor, he sheds his mask so he can report what he sees to Meleanor. But when he is with her, he “blinds” himself as a demonstration of trust. I’m sure he can actually detect his surroundings very well despite the mask- he just likes to play around and act dumb to make Lilia and Meleanor laugh haha. I haven’t thought much about the clothes under his cape, but I imagine it’s very like Malleus’ masquerade outfit. Something very streamlined and agile in case he has to enter a sudden battle or fly into the air.
And with my concept art, he was meant to have the shoulder feathers like Crowley and Malleus! They were like pauldrons covered in feathers. But when I was working on the final piece, I spontaneously changed it to fit the sketch for something more flowing and bulky haha. In my head, this bigger cape has a more “General” vibe to it? Something that draws your attention when Levan walks into a war room! Speaking of, I really love the fantasy-vibe of the costumes in Book 7- I feel like I can really go all out with Levan’s costume if the Dawn Knight is allowed to have a helmet like that!
This was super last minute in the painting process, but I’d like the inside of his cape to have constellations and stars all over it! I tried to draw the Corvus, Crater, and Hydra on the visible parts of his cape.
I prefer painting with ink far better than acrylic or even watercolor…so doing this in mostly black and white inspired me to give Levan porcelain-like skin, shading his skin almost like he was a doll and not a person. I think about how Diablo in Sleeping Beauty was turned into stone, so it’s meant to be a bit like marble too
I imagine Levan to have long, wispy hair that resembles briars and a bit like live action Aurora from Maleficent. Its very striking how he’s repeatedly described as “beautiful,” and although short hair is very beautiful in its own right, something about his mysteriousness and beauty gives me Aurora vibes specifically. Speaking of, Book 7 seems to be more obvious with combining elements from the original Sleeping Beauty and the live action Maleficent. Perhaps Silver could be the OG Aurora, but I can still give Levan live-action Aurora’s pretty hair haha.
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When he wears his headdress and cape, he has his hair pinned up in the back. I’d like to draw my interpretation of Levan more in the future so you can see how his hair would look when it’s all down or in a ponytail. Perhaps Raven-Fae do more elaborate hairstyles that incorporates jewels/shiny things into their hair? Also, this inspiration is VERY specific haha, but if you ever read or watched Cardcaptor Sakura, Nadeshiko’s hair is very close to how I imagine his hair to be- very full and flowing! (Cardcaptor Sakura’s aesthetic snatched me up many years ago and has never let go since haha)
I don’t know, I just think it’s really cool yet ironic that Meleanor and Lilia talk about Levan as someone whose a crybaby, kind, beautiful, airheaded, but then Lilia casually drops that Levan is one of the top generals, an extremely skilled diplomat, and battled the DAWN KNIGHT and survived, when even Lilia hasn’t at that point. So I thought it would be fun if he had angelic themes in his outfit, while still making it clear that he’s dangerous.
Whoops this got pretty long! ∑(゚Д゚) Haha, I think I like sharing my designs- not for the art it self but just to ramble about my entire thought process/inspiration/details! Although I try to get better at depicted all these ideas through the art itself, I can’t help but want to talk about it haha
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blood-orange-juice · 23 days
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About Imunlaukr, the hero from the Blizzard Strayer artifact set again.
From the Sacrificial Greatsword description:
"In the eyes of the Imunlaukr clan, combat existed not for protection, for glory, or for gaining territory. Rather, it was for the amusement of the gods, high up in the heavens, for whom little else could serve to entertain."
It kiiind of fits the philosophy that Childe describes. And for some reason Imunlaukr's story is found in artifacts from the same domain as Parsifal's story (although one could argue that both are just relevant for Old Mondstadt and leave it at that. a clan founded by an outsider and someone who left their clan and became an outsider).
The description of Starsilver Claymore belonging to Imunlaukr suggests it was a philosophy born of despair, but then people lie about their motives, and legends embellish things, and the sword itself is found in the tomb with these murals:
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The murals have been analyzed to pieces by now. Something something forbidden knowledge.
It's all connected somehow but I can't understand.
I still think that The Boar Princess tells the story of Imunlaukr and how he came to Sal Vindagnyr. I think he brought something that resulted in Celestia nailing the place. The story then has been erased from Irminsul and all that we have now is a pathetic fairytale book with some vague hints.
Also. Childe's shoulder ornament resembles the one angelic dude wears, Childe's scarf ornament resembles the alchemical symbol for antimony (associated with wolves and the penultimate step to purifying gold. idk, western esotericism is weird), the description of the Boar Princess wolf's mental state change sounds uncannily similar to Childe.
Also the squirrel from the tale. "Of all the beings in the ancient world, none were more evil than Woobakwa — not even demons and dragons." ("extremely evil technique" repeatedly encountered in CN names of Childe's skills and constellations), and Surtalogi being called "Extremely evil knight" (极恶骑) in Chinese.
You know, I think there are enough parallels to assume at least the same samsara if not the same martial art with the same teacher. I think Surtalogi or someone who taught him had a hand in whatever happened to Sal Vindagnyr.
(and also whatever technique Childe wields, it has a potential to get a place nailed)
Sal Vindagnyr destruction also predates Khaenri'ah and the Cataclysm by five hundred years, so either this guy was not initially Khaenri'ahn (and, by association, maybe neither was Gold), or we have to brace ourselves for levels of powerscaling previously unknown to science.
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I can't remember if you've described how the Everlasting Trio looks like aged up. Or if Dannys ghostform looks different, so official petition for a short list of descriptors? Like Height, Hair, general clothing etc. Maybe Ellie and Jazz as well ❤️
Sorry to bother you!
I have to go through what I wrote to make sure I don't contradict myself lol, but here we go:
Danny: 24, 5'6. He keeps his hair a little shorter than in the show, close on the sides and longer on top. He filled out a little and is a little broader in the shoulder, but he's still skinny and years of not getting enough food for his increased caloric needs left his growth more stunted than it would have been otherwise. He tends towards looser clothing, a habit from hiding how muscular he was in high school. Plus, he just likes to be comfy. When his death injury is acting up, he wears a wrist compression brace on his left arm. His canines (top and bottom) could properly be called fangs. He gets more sleep than he used to, but has pretty permanent dark circles.
Danny's ghost form is a little more ghostly than it used to be. His teeth are sharper, his ears are longer and pointed, and his skin has a green under tint to it. I am a big fan of the "constellation freckles" fanon, so I'm keeping it.
Sam: 24, 5'3. Sam keeps her hair a little longer than in the show, down past her shoulders, though she still likes the half up, half down style. She dresses punk/goth with a little more street fashion flair than you can get in a kids tv show.
Think this:
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She still likes dramatic makeup choices, like black or purple lipstick and heavy eyeliner.
Her canines are a little sharper, but not noticably inhuman. She's taken to wearing brown contacts day to day and only going out with her purple eyes (which I've decided are natural because fight me) as Aconite.
Tucker: 24, 5'10. Tuck's hair is longer and dreaded. Up until this moment, they were relatively short but then I tried to find a reference photo and found this
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-and fell in love instantly so he has long dreads that he wears like this. He is the master of comfy cozy. He wears a dress shirt and slacks to work, but as soon as he's home, he is in the biggest, comfiest sweater. This man owns so many cardigans. It's about the soft 🤌. He no longer wears the beret(?) thing from canon, but does love him a good beanie. He is never seen without tech of some kind. He teeth are sharp like Sam's.
I know in canon, Tucker's eyes are blue, but I always imagine them brown anyway. Whichever direction you go, the irises have gold threaded in them now (bleedover from being Pharaoh). I am very bad at picking new glasses for people, but I think he's switched to bigger frames. Maybe something like this:
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Jay: 15, 5'4. You've already nailed Jay's look in your art, but his skin is a touch darker than Danny's. They both have freckles and similar hair, though Jay's has a curl. He prefers simple, comfortable outfits: pretty much all of his wardrobe is jeans, tshirts, and sweatshirts. His eyes are teal. He doesn't (yet?) have fangs in human form.
Jazz: 26, 6'3. Jazz keeps her hair long like in canon, down to her waist. She typically dresses in business casual or equally sharp outfits. Even in her personal life, she's very well dressed. I absolutely imagine her as the kind of person who doesn't even dress down for travel, hence her wearing business casual on a plane. She usually keeps the makeup pretty light unless she's looking to be intimidating, in which case she has a special tube of maroon lipstick that Sam gave her. She has small but visible fangs in human form.
Elle: 21, 5'5. Ellie is visibly muscular, lean in the way those Super Outdoors people are. She also dresses in sturdy outdoors clothes and solid hiking boots, good for travelling, though she has some fun outfits that are a mishmash of fashion from all over the world. She has several ear piercings. Preferentially, she has long hair as an undercut, though it sometimes grows out as she travels.
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She's rarely without her backpack, in which she keeps all of her essentials. She has tons of interesting scar stories and I imagine more than one spur-of-the-moment tattoo. In fact, I've just decided that she has the silhouette of a bird flying into the sunrise on her right shoulder.
These are just guidelines, so feel free to make some decisions yourself!
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adepti energy [xiao x reader]
read part 1 here— so i have an brainrot of xiao as an adepti, able to share his energy for heal. i saw an art of ganyu healing injured xiao by sharing adepti energy and this shit lingers bro??
cw pregnant reader, talk of ab0rtion aka asshole xiao, sexual healing, penetrative sex, female receiving, mention of blood (and licking it)
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maybe it was his mistake.
he warned you about this so much, every single hours spend, he reminded of the burden of his karma carried for years. but here he was, breathing the sweet, sweet scent of your hair, your head resting against his bare chest. you shivered, even with his arms tightening around your barely covered body, you refused to leave. after that night, he didn’t expect to ever cross path with you again. out of his own choice, he was avoiding you actively.
but you are smarter. perseverance kept you alive, yet it will kill you; if you don’t learn.
we are not meeting anymore
oh, now im just some girl you fucked and leave?
shut up
way to proof yourself, he thought, gently brushing strays off your face. how did we get here again, y/n? surely this isn’t the life you hoped for. you deserved better than someone who would only meet you once every few days just to fuck you on the cold, damp ground of some marsh. who would rather watch from far as you celebrate the lantern rite in the busiest night of liyue alone. the only keepsake he could gave was constellation of bruises and teeth marks along your body, while merchants lined up for your hand in marriage with the promise of the wealth the world could possibly gave. ignoring that in exchange of the whines and whimpers of pain he gave yet would ignore because this was your punishment.
you chose him, you bare the consequences.
yet, here you are. your moans were deafening and the way moonlight shone down on your skin as he drove you to your last breath were mesmerizing. he would argue and for some reason you would laugh. it drove him insane. for every ten bad shit crazy xiao gave to you, you turned it into a sweet core memory in his head. in his mind was only you.
your skin molded against his own. the way your heart seemed to match his rapid beating. sometimes when you kissed, you left a faint red stain against his lips, his cheeks, his neck down to— he bit the inside of his cheek, burying his nose deeper into your hair.
it was too late to say no.
what would morax said, if he knew that his general had left a girl blessed by the archon himself, alone yet full of his seed ready to blossom. by your words, his child was a size of sunsettia. he took the blame. he was blinded by selfishness and jealousy. you belong to him, yet wind carried whispers of the men who looked to steal of what belonged to the general. not once you fought; not when his fingers had mistaken your hair for the weed he was trying to grip, not when he berated you for mistaking that anyone could be better than him. it was never a love making, only fucks. you accepted that in the name of love. that was yours to blame.
you both made the mistakes, yet you are the one carrying it.
“you’ll get cold,” he warned as he helped you back into your clothes. he listened to how you whispered your discontent. you looked exhausted. his hands brushed the growing womb. it looked foreign, tight as if it was ready to burst. he let a long sigh. he muttered something about home, yet the reply is always the same.
you
you are my home
fucking cliche. the only time you ever fought was about the child. “get rid of it,” he said, not an ounce of hesitation. but you fought, you raised your voice, you threw your hands and feet. you are a home, but for the child, never xiao. he felt lost.
“i’ll rather die.”
his laughter broke the silent of the night, “the baby would kill you before you do.”
yet the determination in your eyes was the final nail to your coffin. never in years xiao knew what fear is, but that night he knew.
“so be it.”
home, he repeated again, insisting harder this time. you sat in exhaustion, lazy eyes watched as he dressed, wind breezing through his hair made you wondered if he will ever cut it shorter. he sat you up, brushing the dried grass of you, pulling clothes back in order. you swatted his hands away every time he got a little rough but accepted the hands to hoist you back on your feet. “my back’s getting worst,” you sighed softly, holding his hand for balance. you walked slowly, fingers intertwined. he couldn’t just teleport you away, not like how they were used too. “how are you feeling?” he asked, tightening the grip every time he felt you loosened. “i felt like i need a long hour of nap. m’so tired, can you just do that thingy?”
his brows shot up, “thingy?”
“yes, that–” you made a swoosh sound, imitating his teleportation. you watched as the corner of his lips moved into a smile. he stood his ground, shaking his head. “i don’t know if you can handle it.” you stopped, tugging weakly on his hand. it loosened the grip, he didn’t realise until he was few steps away. xiao studied you, glancing down on the hand that rested against your growing womb.
“me or the baby?”
he bit his tongue. there were so much things he wanted to say; but something should be left unspoken. karma would kill him and his baby would kill you. how romantic, the voice inside of him snide. you snorted, “if you worried so much about a baby, why didn’t it ever cross your mind that maybe i should pull out?” he frowned at your imitation, “you wanted to fill me up so badly and when you did, you chicken the fuck away from me. don’t you fucking run away from me.” you screamed as the general looked away, already taken a few steps away.
“what do you want me to do?”
“what?”
xiao turned around, his uninterested eyes bore cold gaze on you, “what do you want? do you want me to love the child?”
“yes, it’s your child too.”
“maybe in another life. maybe when it doesn’t kill you, maybe i would.”
your eyes widened. unbelievable, you wanted to say but the words laid heavy on your tongue. you wanted to burst, in tear and anger but exhaustion waved in. you let out a weak fine, before walking, brushing past him. “where the fuck-”
“home xiao,” it sounded cold, “i get it. we talked about this before and you wanted me to get rid of it. i said no, it like reading the same page of the same book over and over again. i’m tired.”
xiao raked his hair back blown by the wind, frustrated with your shift of emotion, “i meant to the inn, you can leave by dusk. it’s dangerous.”
you snapped, turning your heels around, “you don’t get to dictate shit to me. you said you don’t care, so act like it. you made your bed so lay in it. i’m nobody in your life, go wallow in your shitty karma’s a bitch bullshit, i’m tired,” you didn’t realise you were crying until you tasted the salty droplet against you lips. “i’m tired, xiao. goodbye.”
goodbye.
xiao was never good at goodbye, nor had he ever heard you said it to him. it was always see you later, i’ll be back tomorrow, but never goodbye. it seemed so permanent.
and it was. xiao didn’t see you the next day, nor the day after and the day after that. it had been a whole week. he had a visitor today however, his heart skipped a beat yet not in excitement but disappointment. “morax,” he muttered, bowing his head lightly in respect.
“busy?” the archon asked, eyes bored against the horizon, hands laced in the back. xiao refused to answer. “she’s not doing well,” the man continued, turning his head toward the general. he looked unfazed. xiao knew hows and whats, just never why he had always to choose such a stubborn girl to love.
“why would you-”he wanted to ask the archon, unsure of how could arrange his inquiry without ever doubting the archon’s decision. obedience was one of the reason that set him free and willingly followed the archon to war. “why would you do this? why would you blessed us–her with something so painful. if you are punishing me, do it to me. she’s innocent.”
“she tangled herself with a yaksha, she knew the risk. you knew the risk too so let me ask you, why would you do this, alatus? why would you blessed her with something so painful? something that you wouldn’t even accept.”
the general scoffed, “i never mingled with a human, how would i know that my human form could procreate? i’m old.”
morax smiled, “so would it stop you if you knew?”
the archon left, leaving the question heavy in the yaksha’s head. would he? he couldn’t think of any other woman in his life he was willing to have a child with other than you. yet why is he going through this excruciating fights and anger every time he sees your womb. he left soon after, the city was still bustling late at night. you never learn, he rolled his eyes as he pushed the sliding door open. regret washed over him as he cleared his throat. “i’m sorry-”
baizhu laughed, waving the yaksha off, “don’t worry. i’m just here for normal check up. did you know that the child is as big as lettuce. it is growing fast,” the doctor glanced at the mother as he put his tools aside. “are you sure the father is human?” xiao held his breath. you shrugged reaching for the glass of water, taking a long sip, ignoring the leering shadow in the corner of your eyes, “i don’t know. he doesn’t care much to tell me shit before he disappeared.”
the doctor nodded, taking a hint on your discontent, “keep taking the herbs in your tea, it should help with the nausea and the bleeding. spotting is normal, but reaching a week long is dangerous. let me know if the volume increase, you are home bound for now. i’ll sent qiqi to check on you tomorrow.” you didn’t move, sitting on the edge of the bed. baizhu excused himself closing the door behind him. you moved to get up, door needs to be locked but xiao was faster. the metal echoed as he twisted the knob.
“someone told me you weren’t doing okay.”
you let out a half laugh, cynical smile etched on your face. “the general knows mercy, who would’ve thought.”
“are you hurting yourself?” he asked bluntly, turning around. you rolled your eyes, shaking your head, playing with the rim of the glass. you braced yourself for the next question and surely enough it did come. “are the baby hurting you?” your eyes locked in a stare, sitting in such uncomfortable silence yet none of you dare to speak nor move. both of you knew the answer anyway. you didn’t realise how close he’d gotten to you until his hand pushed your jaws up, pushing away strays from your face. your lips hung a jar as you called out his name so softly but he hushed you. “don’t do this,” he said sternly, pulling the gloves off his fingers. his skin were calloused, from years of wars brushing gently again your cheeks. “don’t you fucking dare do that again,” he repeated, shaking from anger, “don’t you dare tell me goodbye, you understand me human?”
“okay, general.”
“i want to kiss you,” he asked bluntly, a soft snort escaped your lips in amusement. “i didn’t realise you were capable of asking,” you humored yourself with the redness that were forming on the tip of his ears. his body shuddered as your hand rested on his stomach. it moved until you were tugging on collar. you brought the general down to his knees, until you were looking eyes to eyes. “i’m disgusting. i just spend hours puking and bleeding,” you muttered but xiao didn’t care. why pull him down, if you were going to give excuses. he wants your lips, molded against his just like the first time you ever kissed. you whined against his lips, but the hands pulling your waist closer to the edge of the bed made you silent.
it was a starter.
a kiss was surely and intimate way to share your adepti energy.
pulling away, his eyes stared down your face. your lips were wet, strings of mess and you felt numb. your eyes were glistening, fully blown out iris staring down at him before your gaze softened. “you weren’t just kissing me,” he couldn’t help the grin on his face as you sat startled by what had just happened. “how many had kiss you like that, general?”
he wiped his own lips with the back of his hand, grimacing at the amount of saliva had leaked, he was just never that sloppy. “i never sha-kiss anyone like that before. i’ve seen some of the yakshas did it. sharing adepti energy is personal. i figure, if its hurting you, and if the child is half you and me, adepti energy could help ease your burden.” his words echoed in your mind in a jumbled up emotions, you lost your words. he continued, his hands moving your legs aside, the dress hitching upward until you sat bare against his face. your legs twitched. “they usually kissed, sometimes they licked the source of the pain, the wounds. other time, they fucked.” his warm breath tickled your aching core.
we fucked.
you struggled to swallow the lump in your throat as he looked up to you, his own pupil blown up, a small smile on his face as his cheek rested against the inside of your thighs. “when we meet, all this time, were you?” your mind remembered how almost every time you met in the night, you will always end up tangled up in his arms, writhing in pleasure. his light nod confirmed everything. xiao wasn’t slimy, he cared for you from start.
“w-what are you gonna do?”
his smile grew, “you tell me.”
your face flushed harder. “i’m still mad at you, you don’t get to play flirty with me like that,” you hissed but he shut you up, planting a kiss inside your thighs. “okay, y/n. just let me heal you and you’ll tell me later if you forgive me okay?”
your breath hitched.
xiao went down on you like a man desperate for relief. his tongue covered every inch of you. your stomach twisted in pleasure. if it weren’t because of the hands pinning your thighs down, you would’ve crushed his head. “x-xiao,” you cried, fingers woven against his hair but the general wasn’t budging. his eyes looked up to you as he released your clit with a soft pop. “is that okay?” he asked so innocently. you nodded, gasping out yeses, “but it’s t’much, please.”
he teased the swollen nub again, speeding up his flicks watching excitedly as your legs trembled before slowing down. “you tasted sweet, you’re getting close. release would help,” he muttered nonchalantly, tongue flat from your hole up to your clit, “let me have a taste, y/n.” that wasn’t a plea. contrast to whatever he was saying earlier, that was an order. his order went up your spine, sending all your hairs up. his fingers found yours, lacing it tightly. your pressure could never break his, but seeing you in the brink of breaking is his pleasure. you couldn’t think straight, not after a week of not seeing him, your body suddenly craved the release.
“x-xiao.”
his spine shuddered. he could taste it on his tongue, your sweet, sweet arousal and like a desperate man he drank. you cries were weak, thank you, thank you, thank you, your gratitude echoed the room. he lapped your release until your grip loosened and thighs stopped trembling. you grabbed him by the waist, breathless from your release yet you want more of him. “xiao, fuck me,” you whined your order, sharing kisses, tasting yourself on the tip of his tongue. “please?”
please, it echoed in his head as he nodded, pulling his clothes off. please, it echoed in his head as he pulled you closer to the edge, almost hanging of the bed but he held you still. please, it echoed again as he spitted on his own shaft, never breaking the eye contact, he love how feral your eyes were, high in his energy and lust.
“please,” it came out of his lips instead of yours this time as he rubbed the tip gently against your throbbing hole, “please stop running away from me. i’ll take care of you,” he didn’t wait for your answer as he pushed himself in. you gasped for air, knuckles turned white as you gripped the comforter underneath you. he didn’t move, panting from the pleasure. you kissed again, longer, longing to be attached from every single inch of the skin. you were tight against him, hugging every inch of him, he didn’t dare to move. “undress me,” you asked between his kisses.
your request felt intimate to him. like the lock on the door finally turning. xiao never undressed you, not that you ever let him. pulling the dress off, he took a moment to rest his warm hand against the growing womb. “he doesn’t move a lot at night,” you blurted out, watching his face contorted in confusion.
“he?”
you shrugged, “or she, i don’t know. can you move?” you arched your back, wiggling your ass against him. he let a soft huff, focusing his attention back to you. he watched you intently, how your eyes glistened with tears as he pulled and sheathed back in. he quickly grabbed you by the arm, pulling it around him before you could slam your head back. fuck, he never felt you gushed this much around his girth, dripping down his thighs. not that he would complain, he loves the way your walls fluttered against his shaft. you whined as his tip hit deeper.
“xiao,” you called again, fingers lacing against his hair.
“i only want you,” he gritted his teeth between the thrust, forehead knitted in pleasure. you wrapped your legs around his waist, whining your okays as you rested your forehead against each other. but you were drowsy in pleasure and he needed you to hear it. he grabbed the back of your neck, forcing your eyes on him. “don’t say goodbyes, don’t run away from me, don’t let me hear for the archon himself that you are hurting, i’ll hunt you down and fuck your conscious back into your thick skull. i need you.”
your lips curled in a lopsided grin, “say it again.”
he flushed, “i need you.”
“no, i meant-“ you grinned wider, “tell me that you’re going to fuck the hell out of me.”
you liked how the yaksha was blushing furiously. you prodded more, whining, begging of how you wanna hear it. not that his hips ever stopped moving, pushing air every second out of your lung. you just want to hear him said it again. “you’re insane,” he whispered against your lips, “am i not fucking the hell out out of you now?” your eyes widened as you let a squealed, pushed back from his grasp on the soft bad.
xiao preferred actions over words anyway.
your eyes rolled back, heels dug on the bed now as he sped his rhythm. “fuck, fuck, yes, xiao,” there we go again, his name, rolling out of your tongue so smooth. he kept his busy hand, thumbing your swollen clit while the other kept you from slipping away. you wanted it right, for him to fuck the hell out of you. “don’t run away now,” he scoffed, tightening his grip on your thighs, “stay still, y/n.”
your whines were loud and clear to him. he wasn’t sure to how much adepti energy he had nor how much you would need, but it sure as hell felt damn good to stay in your cunt. his hips snapped faster. he could stay here forever if he could, head thrown back as he cursed the archon.
xiao looked majestic.
feral, yet appeasing to your eyes. you couldn’t help but felt his energy, he is a yaksha after all. he was meant to be violent, it was the way he was raised. you licked your lips, eyeing beads of sweat glistening down the column of his neck. your body shuddered when his head snapped back, his half lidded eyes fell on you. “you’re clenching hard and you are staring, does nobody ever tell you that it’s rude to stare?” he cooed, head tilted to his side. he was teasing you. when you didn’t answer, too fazed to even string your words, he slowed down, clicking his tongue to your horror.
he pulled away, yanking on your arms. you whined at the emptiness he left, as he put you on your knees, facing the wall. he held your shoulder firmly, another on your hips until you gave him enough space to join you in the bed, hips aligned for him to push himself back in. your body jolted in pleasure, strangled moans came out of your throat as he felt you up in a new position.
“i want to see you,” you pouted.
he hummed, planting kisses all over your back. “you stared too much, you’ll get hazy and dumb, can’t have it that way,” his hips thrusted forward to meet your hips halfway, resuming your ‘treatment’. he kept another hand occupied against your growing tits, rolling the hardened buds. he let a soft curse out of his lips, realising how it no longer fit in his whole palm. it fascinated him how your body were changing by days, his cock twitched, thinking of days he could be exploring your body onwards.
your calls snapped him off his thoughts. pulling you by the neck, he looked down on your face. you had bitten through the skin of your lips as you came, shuddering in pleasure as xiao continued to fuck you through your high. with every thrust he could see his girth cover in white, glistening in your fluid. pussy still squelching and gushing echoing the small space. “archon, what the fuck did you do?” he brushed the blood away, tinting your lips red.
“s’tired,” you mumbled and he leaned down, kissing your lips, lapping your tiny cuts until what’s left was nothing.
“i’m so close, you want me to fill you up full?” he asked firmly, nuzzling his nose against your hair, planting soft kisses against your flushed ears. you nodded, mouthing a weak okay. “you sure? we can stop,” he teased, slowing his hips again. “your pleasantries are annoying, can you just fuck me?” you startled yourself with the words, glancing backward only to see amused face of your lover.
xiao laughed.
his laughter echoed the room, sight you had never seen before. he didn’t say anything, kissing a spot lower down your neck, agreeing silently. his thrusts were sloppier now, he was chasing his high. with your wall tensing up, tightening along his sensitive girth providing him a challenge to thrust forward. his brows knitted in pleasure, you could hear and feel his ragged breaths against your skin.
you closed your eyes, echoing the same pleasure. it wasn’t long, xiao could feel his own body tensing up, knot tensing in his stomach threatening to snap. “you’re mine, understand?” he didn’t wait for you to answer, you vowed to be his the moment you decided to die for the child. he was cumming, shooting ropes of his seeds deep inside your cunt like he had done before. the familiarity was a comfort. he eased his thrusts until you both sat frozen in each other arms. he struggled to catch a breath, seeing stars with every blink of his eyes, resting his cheeks flat against your back.
you didn’t speak, staring at him hazy as he sat you down. he checked every inch of you, not a bruise, not a scratch left untouched. his theory worked. he didn’t wait until you were down from the high, cleaning and dressing you up until he was sure that the eyes were staring back into his were normal. his energy subsided, xiao felt more exhausted than he usually was.
you stared deep into his dilated eyes.
“can i help you?” you asked bluntly, brushing his cheeks. he shook his head, nudging to the bed, “help me by resting. you need to rest.”
“your ey-“
he hushed you, “i’ll be okay.”
you finally felt the exhaustion crashing in the moment your head rest on the soft pillow. you didn’t feel nauseous. your yawn echoed the room. “i’ll rest if you stay.” he pulled his shirt over, glancing over your figure. “i will but i need to leave for a moment.” you squinted your eyes in annoyance, rolling away as your eyes slowly shut. “you’ll need more than fucking to make me accept your apology if you are not back.” you felt it, a kiss on your shoulder and a kiss on your head before all it left was dead silence.
but he did, despite an arm away on the bed.
your xiao were on the bed when morning came.
just like he had promised
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Crossroads (I Guess You Can Say Things Are Getting Pretty Serious)
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tw/cursing, drinking, infidelity(not hasan), toxic boyfriend, fist fight, over-use of the term princess',insta-love
part of a college au series
freshman year, month one
later, he'll remember it started the same way it ended.
it's a friend of a friends backyard, and it's hot, even by September's standards in the south.
he's nursing a beer in between his fingers, long since gone warm, pulls his baseball cap lower over his eyes, trying to cover his face to carefully watch you.
later, his friends joke that you two never talk to each other, it's only yelling. sure there's the different kind: when he does something dumb and you're yelling, "you idiot!" but your hand is on the back of his head and you're pulling him closer into you, a kiss on the forehead, or when you're both winning on the beer pong team, and you're yelling for him to "stop fucking curving your throws what the fuck are you doing, hasan?!"
your friends joke that you two never talked to each other, only yelled.
so when you two began talking, he knew it was the end.
hasan saved you, and he never lets you forget it.
both figuratively and literally, you guess.
your (now ex) boyfriend was a dick, plain and simple, and anyone with eyes knew this.
You look-miserable, to say the least. Pushed against the wall, alone, at this party, nodding your head to the song blasting, but it's obvious you don't know the lyrics, or even like the song-
hasan is across the room, in a half circle with his fellow frat brothers, discussing the possibility of them winning a game this year (literally any game, even the possibility of winning an overall season this year is too far fetched for them, even drunk) and hasan is half listening, doesn't let himself really indulge in those silly fantasies-
He decides after tonight, he has one new rule for parties.
and no-it isn't drinking less. it's to stop adopting strays.
look-it wasn't planned. you just-you look so fucking pathetic
and he has a soft spot for people who so clearly don't want to be at these parties, especially since he spent all these years fighting tooth and nail to be at one-he might not get why you don't want to be here but fuck-you look so miserable you're bringing the vibes down.
He excuses himself from his group, even though the half circle immediately closes up as he leaves, his absence immediately filled and not missed, and he tries to not think much about it as he slides up next to you.
"You could probably at least act like you're happy to be here." He teases gently.
You snort, not looking at him. "Sorry, I'm not a Fine Arts major, that's not my specialty."
He smirks, tries to act like he's not happy you're finally someone with half a personality, who hasn't used the word bruh, or dude-to him in the last five minutes-
“Political science major.”
he corrects gently, his smile evident. this close, it’s easy to see the freckles that line his face, tiny spots that run up and down his cheeks in an unfamiliar constellation you’d like to learn.
he turns, offers his hand, "Hasan.” He says, leans against the wall and throws his cup back into his mouth, swallowing whatever dark liquid was in it.
You hesitate, letting his hand linger in the air for a second longer, darting over the crowd for any signs of your boyfriend-even talking or looking at hasan would be a fight, and you don't have it in you tonight-
"Charming." You say instead, finally take his hand and give a half assed shake.
"Wanna go outside? This doesn't look like your scene" He says, and from an outsiders perspective, the way he's leaning in to talk into your ear, an effort to be heard over this music, probably does look bad, sure.
He takes a step forward, offers his hand to you, and-look, it isn't a smart decision, probably, but your hand immediately goes into his and you let him pull you to the backyard, gently weaving in and out of the crowd.
The backyard is less crowded then inside, but that isn't saying much.
The drunks of the party have somehow made the outside their place to be, laying on their backs on the lawn and swaying back and forth to the music from inside, some throwing up into bushes that line the backyard-
"C'mon." hasan gives your hand another gentle tug, still tangled into his, pulls you to a quieter corner, sits cross legged on the grass and pulls you down gently. You look unsure for a second, of the grass, know for a fact that it's damp from the storm earlier, and he makes an exaggerated eye roll, but the smirk stays on his face as he stands up, lets go of your hand long enough to take the hoodie that swallows him off, lay it on the grass, gently pull you down.
"Better?" he teases as he sits cross legged across from you. He reaches for your hand and even though you know you should probably like-not hold his hand, there's no reason to or anything either-you can't stop yourself from holding it in the wet grass, letting it lay between you two.
"Much better." You smirk.
He rolls his eyes, "Tell me about yourself, princess."
Now it's your turn to roll your eyes as you tuck your hair behind your ear, so fucking cliche, refuse to let him see the pink on your face-
something about him is comforting, somehow?
Like, you don't know him. He doesn't know you, a brand new student, new to this school, this frat, his team-but something about him, the smile on his face, the way he tilts his head and looks at you when you talk like you're the only person that exists around him, truly looks like he's hanging onto every word.
And something about talking to him makes the time disappear. Like, you aren't thinking of Doug, your boyfriend, and his arm thrown over the girl next to him until you look up and there he is.
“oh, fuck.”
hasan is still laughing at whatever you said, the smile on his face, as he follows your eyes and sees your boyfriend, the star football quarterback, all muscles and hard edges, glaring at him from across the room, shaking his head at him slowly like it's a scene from a bad 90's rom com.
"Who's that chucklefuck?" hasan snorts until he looks at you, sees the fear in your eyes, "Do you know him, princess?"
"You need to leave, like now, hasan." You're struggling to get up, trying to pull him up at the same time, and words are falling out of you:
"That's Doug. He's my boyfriend, I should've said earlier-I'm so fucking sorry-"
"Doug is your boyfriend?" hasan sounds genuinely confused, decides not to say the obvious about you two being complete opposites, instead seattles on: "I literally saw him in the corner with another girl earlier"
You snort, "We all have our flaws. Look, i'm sorry, please forgive me, but you need to leave-"
It's too late, as Doug walks over, and you're cussing, but hasan sighs as he stands next to you, knows what's coming, won't say it, tangles his hand into yours.
Listen, you don't know him, but he feels like your backbone, like maybe things won't be so bad forever with him by your side, which is ridicolus, you know, because you don't know him-
he snorts, "Yeah, sure. i'll forgive you-" throws his chin at the man bustling towards him, "if you convince him to not do what he came here to do."
"hasan, don't be a fucking hero. Get out-" You try and say to him, but it's a jumble of words as Doug snorts, looking at you two.
"What the fuck is all this about?" He laughs without humor, throws his chin at the two of you, at your hands tangled into each other-
"Who's this idiot?" Doug laughs at hasan, who doesn't back down, doesn't shrink, stands taller, if anything, and he says a silent prayer his voice doesn't shake as he speaks.
"I'm terribly sorry man," hasan speaks, but a smirk pulls at the side of his face, "is this your girlfriend, clinging to my hand?"
you don't dare pull away from him, but you do elbow him hard, your hand still tangled into his.
"hasan-" You say quietly, you even know this guy-and you can't even get more out before the unmistakable noise of skin colliding with skin-
the sucker punch is all your (now ex) boyfriend had on hasan, and you tell him as much, a small crowd forming around the two of them, a quiet chant about a fight, even though this isn't high school, something of this feels reminiscent of it.
hasan stands back up, a smirk:
“That's the best you got? A sucker punch?" Acts like his eye isn't already red, and that he's blinking back tears as he snorts, wipes at his nose,
"C'mon, like you mean it. I'll give you another chance. You are so much better than a sucker punch, yeah?"
"hasan, you idiot." You say, tugging on his arm, but he's enjoying this small crowd, the people recording, the people cheering him on, cheering for the underdog, tired of Doug and only talking with his fists-
"No, princess," hasan laughs, "A suckerpunch is the best he has?"
And Doug is pissed, this is obvious, moves his arm back for a hit but hasan is quicker, colliding with his nose, the unmistakable noise of his fist colliding with bone, can already see bruised knuckles-Doug teeters back, the alcohol made it one punch for him, and you see this opportunity, take it, lean down long enough to grab his hoodie before you're up, holding his hand again, pulling him away.
"You idiot." But it's filled with affection as the crowd covers over Doug, tending to him, and you pull hasan back into the crowded house.
“guess my plan worked,” hasan smiles as you shove him down, his back against the cabinets, his legs long and sprawled out in front of him, “all according to plan.”
instead, you’re half listening, digging through a freezer.
“what was your plan?” you finally ask, kneeling down next to him, even though he still towers over you.
“first it was your name.” his voice is low, gravel, as he flinches as you set the defrosting broccoli to his eye, “and then, getting you alone.”
he’s still smirking as his hand reaches for yours, to cover yours and to hold it over his own eye.
“stop.” you smack his hand down and he rolls his eyes but his shoulders slump as he listens.
“there’s so many better ways to talk to someone.”
“guess not,” he laughs, “because it all worked out for me.”
“your drunk,” you say gently, “you won’t even remember this in the morning.”
“i wish i was drunk,” he sighs, “it would make my fucking eye hurt a lot less.”
his bottom lip puffs out, pulling a face:
“stay with me?”
knowing it’s not worth the fight, you slide into sitting next to him, your hand on his eye, the smirk right on his lips:
“like i was saying before i was so fucking rudely interrupted-“
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yaeggravate · 28 days
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don't mind me, just trying to piece together whatever the fuck is going on with capitano/bloodstained knight/anfortas
capitano and bloodstained knight:
extremely righteous, honorable
both wear an iron mask (potential reference to sir ironside, the red knight) with a 4 pointed star thing, varka says capitano is as hard as iron
BK turned into the black knight, capitano wears black armor
capitano and anfortas:
capitano's constellation 3 nails is the same as anfortas's ( the fisher king's) tarot card 3 staves
3 nails reference to jesus crucifixion, arthurian anfortas has jesus symbolism in modern adaptations due to being stabbed with the holy lance in the same place as jesus when he was being crucified
arthurian anfortas weighed down by heart, there is art of him being stabbed through the heart with a lance to symbolize his suffering, capitano has a heart symbol on his chest weighed down with ropes
anfortas's (collatoral or direct) descendent kaeya was conveniently present when varka's letter about capitano was read. <- potential foreshadowing
capitano hides his identity and origins, like in the legend of the swan knights; anfortas is knight marshal of the swan knights (schwanenritter)
capitano is an ordinary mortal going against gods = khaenri'ah trade mark
capitano has dark blue eyes, every khaenri'ahn so far has blue eyes
capitano, bloodstained knight and anfortas
capitano = black knight, bloostained = red knight, anfortas = white (swan) knight <- black/red/white = reference to the magnum opus ??? which can be used to "describe a personal and spiritual transmutation in Hermeticism"
BK wanted to die in khaenri'ahn ruins, pledged himself to the abyss to avenge khaenri'ah, reborn (??) as black knight
anfortas and BK fates unknown
anfortas failed to save khaenri'ah, BK vowed to correct the injustice done to khaenri'ah after pledging himself to abyss
capitano has two caduceus symbols on his collar = symbol of aforementioned hermeticism. or psychopomp? between life and death??? two snakes entwined = two people in one body?
black knight is a reference to the black knight from arthurian legends, in some instances he is related to anfortas
ARGHHH
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zein-satsuki · 1 year
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Top male reader X Stolas the Goetic Prince of Hell
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Helluva Boss fan fiction contains angst, smut, violence and many many many fluff for my little cute hoppy owlet.
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"Wonderful, also son you were destined to have a precautionary heir to the goetia family so, you're now engaged. Congratulations! Isn't she charming?"
Living as a member of the royal family of the Ars of Goetia is quite the pressure but happy and fun too with the unlimited knowledge in stored by the father of the family and the spacious palace given lots of places to explore and entertainment to be build. As a bookworm, M/N just love the pure knowledge he could learn from the library. Books being reorganised as new ones replaced the old ones meaning more to read. As he grew up, he is being bullied by his brothers and sisters because of not socializing much but he never cared unless someone dirtied his favourite book or lie to him because they want to benefit by being his friend.
There was one time when it gone too far when his favourite book got snatched from him and stomped to the ground, red covered his mind and before he even realise his sharp nails are at his mean brother's neck and the others are bleeding out cold. He got stopped by F/N who didn't punish him afterwards and just rewarded him a grimoire of animals seeing the potential in his kid for the first time ever. The others got the wind of it and stayed away from him ever since they don't want to get hurt by the H/C haired demon's uncontrolled emotions.
M/N has many exotic creatures in his palace all taken cared by imps he interviewed and hired himself. He didn't care about their attitude against others but animals, definitely requires passion for animals and would never treat them wrong. After all, the creatures in his palace are all his most prized possessions. His father visiting once in a while to know about his progress on the grimoire, nodding and giving him praises every time he test him. Of course, M/N not giving a shit about his opinion since he clearly didn't really care about M/N like still getting his name wrong and such. He's just being himself and trying to steal more books off the demon's hand.
One day F/N feel like M/N is mature enough to meet the other Ars Goetic family's heir, so he dragged him (because M/N refused) to one of the birthday party of the Goetic prince, Stolas. He is really not that interested in socialising, been treated like shit for the past few years until the accident and now he just doesn't trust anyone anymore. And just as he expected, there are tons of people. His dad left him with the royal brats as he went to greet the other royal families trying to find a perfect mate for M/N that can make their family stronger.
M/N didn't bother to introduce himself to the states of the others instead just took out another book and start reading it. The other royalties are curious but didn't want to introduce first too so M/N got his peace as the area around him cleared up. He is enjoying this really much though he preferred to be home but this'll do too. As he think only to get disturbed by a certain birthday boy.
Stolas: Hello there fellow demon, I'm Stolas. I've never seen you around here before.
M/N: Oh, hi. I've just been in my room at all times. By the way, happy birthday.
M/N handed over his books about magical plants and another about the legend and stories of the twelve constellations. Books he liked when he was Stolas's age. He thinks he'll like them too. He was quite troubled at first with the gifts and asked his father for opinion and he gave shitty answers like 18+ stuff getting thrown a pillow to the face afterwards. He even bought it and dares offered it to M/N, M/N had enough of his bullshit and just throwing the book in the trash when his father's gone.
Stolas: Oh! I love plants and stars! Thank you so much! Father hadn't bought me books like those in ages. I just love reading facts about them.
M/N: Hm? Like what?
Stolas: Like the fact about plants can hear. Do you know if you played music to it it would grow really well in the future? I wonder does it listen to us talk too. Oh! Oh! Maybe if someone can get how plants talk we can know about lots of gossip around and...
M/N: Woah woah woah! Stop right there fella. Hehehe, never knew I'd find someone equally as interested in knowledge as me here. Now let me introduce myself properly. I'm M/N, from the L/N family. I would love to talk to you more in a more suitable place.
Stolas: Oh! I'm sorry if I rambled. Of course. Can you give you hell phone number?
M/N: Hehe... Sure. Here's my number.
Stolas: And here's mine.
M/N: I'll contact you once I get back alright. Your father seems to be calling for you, you might wanna go see him.
Stolas: Oh! Coming father. Goodbye M/N, wish to get a call from you later.
M/N: I will.
The owlet happily hopping away as M/N just watch him go. He thinks the blue blood is really cute and angelic unlike any other just caring for status especially Stella the crazy woman with her brother that's a sister loving fanatic. He despise the girl so if she ever gets in the way, he'd be a nightmare. So, his father always tend to keep a close eye to avoid that. M/N had a few snacks before going to look for his father as he's finished with his current book.
Then he overcome Stolas. The owl is just standing confidently beside his father as he introduced him to the rest of the guest, the owlet showing his well learned royal formalities and earning a few cheek pinches from the madams. Then, it was Stella's family, everything gone wrong when they want to match their kid together. Stella is completely disgusted with the cute owl and proceed to torture him with a few pluck out feathers but their family just dismissing it as a sign of love(not).
Stolas was already in the verge of crying when M/N walked over. The owl immediately struggled free going to his first ever friend hiding behind him and clutching his coat. M/N cooed at the cute act but also getting to finally meeting the goose noble that just tortured his friend.
Stella: Hah! Hiding behind the nerd's back like he isn't one pathetically none back boned noble in here, absolutely expected from a useless shit!
M/N: If you didn't learn how to speak properly why not get rid of that useless mouth of yours.
The F/C fur noble starting getting angry with red surrounding him a little meaning he's about to get down dirty just for a big set of arms hoisting him up. M/N turned around to see his father's usual cheerful smile and shaking his head almost unnoticeable to him. Not wanting to wreck the birthday party, he calmed down and F/N put him back down where Stolas immediately went up to him again asking if he was okay.
Stella got freaked out by the demonic eyes M/N showed when he was on the verge of blowing a fuse. She backed off for the rest of the party and later on complained to her parents and brother about the incident making Paimon lose his "perfect" engagement for his heir.
Huffing out annoyed, Paimon called forth F/N to discuss about the problem M/N made only for the male to offer his own child as replacement. This angered Paimon because there's no way two males can have an heir, but when F/N introduced him a magic rune M/N created of mixing two genes together to get a better mutation, he got interested. Then, F/N forced M/N to show his collection of exotic creatures almost making the male bare his fangs at his father before he said it was for Stolas.
It was surprising to see the male so calm showing his treasures to others. What they didn't know is, M/N constantly repeating for the cute owlet in his mind over and over again. After looking around and finding many species Paimon never seen before, he got interested and offered M/N two dark species and for him to perform it in front of him. M/N confidently did so and a baby unicorn hatched. Totally believing F/N now, he agreed to the proposal of him and got up to leave before giving M/N a pat in the shoulder telling him to treat his son well.
The engagement was kept a secret from Stolas till the day he finally can carry his duties meaning getting his grimmoire. But by the mean time, he always asked M/N put to play as they explore each others' garden together and finding their beloved plants and animals. Stolas would listen in on M/N's endless ramble about his collection of animals and the things they do. He found it cute to have the usually stoic and unmoving male so hyped about something. He'd get a few of the newborns too as they took care of them together earning cute little chuckle from the owl prince.
When it was Stolas's turn, he would introduce his exotic plants too. He even gave them funky names that are absolutely adorable to M/N. Seeing Stolas work his blood and sweat for his plants, M/N helped him too. After all the work they'd usually be dirty with the dirt on their hands and faces. And seeing each others' looks just made the cute duo erupt into a laughing mess. Then, M/N got the brilliant idea of smearing more on Stolas's face making the owlet hoot out as he race towards the F/C demon to take his revenge too.
They would also watch the stars together with Stolas telling M/N about each constellation's stories and introducing more and more about the beautiful galaxy. M/N always loved hearing his voice, the owl is just so cute and excited when he shared about his knowledge making M/N want to squish his cute face.
When M/N reached him about more magic showing all of them confidently and perfectly with a significant smile plastered on his face leaves the owl in a dreamy state. He loved watching how M/N would always be so confident in showing his own specialty and teaching him the spells with such gentle voices that just made him want to be embraced by the F/C fur demon. And he did just that.
One day, M/N offered Stolas a trip away from the palace to show him more of his other collection elsewhere. They've set up a place to meet and the time, but what M/N hadn't consider is, how Stolas never gone out before. The owl got lost as expected so M/N got to the place in time without the owl's presence, he immediately knew something's wrong since the blue blood owl was never late. He panicked and went for a searching spree around Stolas's palace ground. After a few minutes, he found the owl bruised up a little with messy fur while carried on the back of a female imp.
Stolas: ...and he's the first ever demon that had the same hobbies as me! He even taught me a lot of magic and showed me a lot more about the stars I don't know about.
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Tilla: It's amazing! I had a boy which had a thing for horses, I think he can get along well with the two of you too.
Stolas: Horses? I love them too! But M/N never let me ride them. He always said I'm too small or something, I can't wait to be older so... Oh oh oh! It's him, hey M/N!
Stolas waved his hand while he was carried on the back by the female imp. M/N was very worried for his friend. Seeing him returning safely, he ran up to them as Stolas is being let down to the ground then get hugged by M/N.
M/N: I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry...
Stolas: M/N, it's nothing. I wanted to come out to play as well.
Tilla: Well, it's time I get back. Goodbye little prince.
Stolas: Goodbye!
M/N: I'll get you back to my place, here.
Stolas: M/N, that imp told me a lot about her son and one of them appears to like horses too! Ain't it such a coincidence!
M/N: Hehehe... Well if we met them in the future we could invite them to play if you want to.
Stolas: Really?
Stolas's eyes gone starry as M/N chuckled through his breath thinking the latter is really really cute right now. He pat the pince's head gently before swinging the owl's arm across his shoulder to support him preventing him from hurting his knee further.
M/N: Of course, Stolas. Your friend is my friend too.
Stolas: Yay! Can't wait for the day we can meet with them!
M/N: Now now don't get too excited, we still need to think up an explanation to your father about your scrapped knee.
Stolas: Oh, right. But what about our trip out?
M/N: Don't worry, we can go out next time, there's plenty of chances don't worry. We need to focus on getting your knee better first. You don't want me worrying about you all day right?
Stolas: Alright then! I'll get better soon.
M/N: Hahahaha, it's not like saying it will make it heal immediately.
Stolas: No, stop laughing at me!
M/N teased the owl more making him flustered and forget all about the pain till they get back to the palace and patched him up with his favourite pictured bandages. He even signed it showing its the work of his making Stolas laugh a lot.
Thank Lucifer Paimon didn't come visit that day, Stolas get to have another sleepover with M/N as they fell asleep to the story telling show. Stolas all curled up comfy in M/N's embrace as the latter wrapped him in his arms with their tails entangled. The TV was soon turned off by the butler as he took another picture of the young masters cute position, ensuring they were covered by the blankets and leaving quietely.
M/N got the album of pictures as a gift from the butler not long after as he himself was thinking about a gift for the owl too. Hi birthday is this upcoming Tuesday and the pictures gave him an idea. He got out one stack of paper and started drawing. Thinking it's an absolute gift he giggled and kept on his work.
Stolas is very hyped for today when the butler woke him. He immediately phoned M/N and kept reminding him it's his day and rambled about the grimmoire he's about to get. The responsibility and power got him more excited as the butler brushed out his feathers. He hang the phone up and tracked up to the hall towards the living room where Paimon was present to give him his gift. At the same time came the arrival of M/N too.
Stolas: M/N! Father!
Paimon: Ah, there is my little owlet.
M/N: He forgot your name again Stolas.
Paimon: No I didn't, I know my own son's name perfectly. And M/N, don't!
M/N: Okay, okay I'll stop.
Paimon: Ehem, as I was saying. Well, my little one, it is finally the day you're becoming the true part of the Goetia family. Well, good for you. Are you ready to do what you meant to do to serve hell?
Stolas: Yes father!
Paimon: You will be entrusted with the studies of earth's stars. Stars that contains prophecies and all that stuff. Ain't that fun? You will be given studies as the grimoire, to grant you access to the human realm to study and observe and you will grow and lead as the prince of hell where you'll live on to pass your knowledge onwards.
Stolas: I will do my best father!
Paimon: Wonderful, also son you were destined to have a precautionary heir to the goetia family so, you're now engaged. Congratulations! Isn't she charming?
The moment Stolas saw the picture of Stella, he started crying. The moment that happened, Paimon started feeling M/N's horrific aura behind him, looking back to see the demonic smile of his. Panicking a little he immediately hid the picture and pat his son on the head a few times.
Paimon: I'm kidding I'm kidding! Calm down Stolas. Your real engagement is with M/N. Got no problem with that now do you?
Stolas: With N/N! Do you knew about this N/N?
M/N: Urmmm... Yeah?
Stolas: Why didn't you tell me?
M/N: I was afraid you won't like it and won't hang out with me anymore...
Stolas: Oh silly, I'd never. I love to be with you ~
The lovebirds(literally) snuggle up each other and start hugging and chuckling while Paimon just stood there. Noticing M/N sly smirk he cursed in his heart and just cut in to disturb their little time together by holding Stolas up and away from M/N. The demon smirking slyly in return just to get a "childish" from the F/C demon making him almost lose himself. Then he said through gritted teeth,
M/N: What. Are. You. Doing.
Paimon: Well, why don't we take a trip to the circus in town! Heard that they're pretty amazing~
Stolas: I'd love to go with you father!
M/N: But Stolas, didn't we already visited them last...
Paimon: Great let's go!
The goetia demon sped away with his son leaving M/N behind as the demon just grumbled and ran to catch up with them. The butler arranged their seats as they sit down accompanied by the few stares from the other demons since it's rare to see blue bloods around here. The circus show started a few minutes later. Stolas is starting to get excited while M/N just sighed and pet the cute owl a few times for the latter to chirp out happily.
Paimon just watched while having a little smile by his face too. He loves his son of course, but there's just too many to remember. Loud awed expressions and laughter spread through the circus as the circus member started performing their own talents on stage then came the lights out and clowns warning.
This made all of the imps surprised as the clowns lashed out with sharp teeth and glowing eyes. M/N received a fluffy little owlet as the clowns scared Stolas. He just rub him gently and kept him in his embrace. Stolas blushing a lot and snuggling into M/N. The imp brothers swinging around ropes throughout the circus as one of them let go trusting the other to catch him and they do it perfectly smiling happily as so. Stolas got so pumped up by the fun as his face went red with excitement while he started hopping a little in M/N's embrace. Paimon seemingly noticing his son's enthusiasm and gave his butler a look. Being a professional butler he pulled out his hellphone and arranged a sudden added show that includes Stolas and M/N with the circus bros.
Suddenly the lights shown on the lovely couple as Stolas felt flustered and crept down from M/N who the torch shining imp received glares from.
Imp: Let's give a round of applause to our beloved princes and welcome them up stage!!!!!
Crowds: YEAH!!!!!!!!!
The crowds were hyped to the fullest at the moment. Stolas and M/N completely stunned by the sudden announce that they just raise theirs arms up per the imps ask as the brothers grabbed onto them soaring through the air, sometimes changing ropes to ropes. M/N and Stolas both laugh their hearts out at the fun and comfortable feeling of wind. Then they had a perfect landing with M/N on the ground first and catching Stolas that was drop down above him. Stolas being too excited kissed his prince charming on the beak smiling sweetly as possible. Almost making the latter faint from such cuteness.
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They returned to their seats chattering and talking about the fun they had on stage, especially Stolas that rambled to his father too which Paimon just hear patiently cause today's Stolas's birthday, he doesn't want to make him sad. Then, the little imp making balloon animals. M/N can't stand the awkwardness of Blitzo repeatedly mess up of his job and helped with a little manipulation of shapes with his power just a reward for making his dear so happy. But something gone wrong and the horse had no legs. M/N just buried himself into Stolas embarrassed by the failure of his first ever magic perform in front of people. The considerate owl just rubbing his fiance's head gently. Then, Stolas laughed at the jokes Blitzo made making the male in his embrace groan in jealousy. Stolas laughing even more due to his fiance's childish acts. Paimon totally taking this opportunity to record the embarrassing moment of M/N and sending it to his father.
Fizzarolli totally shoving Blitzo out the window with a perfect balloon horse earning the cheers from the crowd. The circus show ended as the crew bowed to the audience as claps are heard till the curtains closed.
As they were about to leave, Paimon made an excuse to leave, which M/N and Stolas just dismissed it while still being excited from the circus show. About a minute or so, they left the circus. Arriving to the palace as Blitzo and his father just seconds behind them.
Paimon: Here's your new friend my son, happy birthday.
M/N: Buying him a friend? Really, Paimon?
Paimon: Shut up you brat, don't make me send you home!
M/N: Ha, like I'd get...
The duo just straight out fighting in the back as Blitzo introduced himself to Stolas. Stolas bowing to Blitzo seeming to triggered the duo as M/N's hand went straight to Stolas's head to keep him up while his father just outright scold him for it.
Paimon: Don't bow to that one, you bow to us, idiot!
Stolas: Oh right.
M/N: Cut him some slack or I'll...
Paimon: You don't say that here!
Stolas: It's okay, N/N. I'm fine! This is M/N, my best friend and now my fiancé! Isn't that cool?!?!?
Blitzo: Yeah?
M/N: Calm down my darling, let's go inside.
Stolas: Oh yeah right!
Blitzo: Woah!
M/N: Um, careful darling.
The energetic owl pulling both of them in sprinting excited to show his collection. He rambled about the book M/N bought him his last birthday, it was about horses. That spiked Blitzo's attention, as the three of them talked about the different species and what kind of usual needs they have. M/N even took out his own made notebook from studying the magical creatures to show them what he discovered what wasn't in the book.
Apparently hell stallions are pretty easy to tame when you pull the hem of it's fur by the neck, same with all other mammals since their life source and weaknesses are all concentrated there. Then, the watch on M/N's wrist started sounding alerting the trio. Stolas squealed knowing what that means as he yet again drag the duo to his garden and there they saw how the foal is born into the world. M/N and Stolas working together as they helped the mare clean up the blood and patch her up with a few spells from M/N's grimmoire. Then they wrapped the foal in soft towels leaving for Stolas to hold it. Blitzo just staring at the foal with stary eyes as M/N gave him the other foal wrapped in towels.
He always dreamt of seeing a horse and now holding a baby one in hand is just a dream come true. He's so excited he can't form words properly and just started stammering. This made the couple laugh as Blitzo just wanted to dig a hole and hide after realising his mistake.
M/N: Didn't know you would like horses this much. You can keep it if you want?
Blitzo: Really?????
Stolas: Of course! N/N's got loads of them in the barn already.
Blitzo, mind-blown by the generosity of the blue bloods just accepted quick as possible afraid that they'll take the offer back. M/N knew he can take good care of the foal since he know what an animal lovers like. The three of them ran off again to other places in the garden with Stolas showing his amazing garden skills that includes the flowers colour blooming into a beautiful picture of him and M/N. The cheesy feeling just made Blitzo a bit uneasy but he still compliments it as it is quite an amazing work. Then, M/N showing Blitzo and Stolas his collection of favourite magical creatures. One of them being dark ponies that are big and handsome absolutely, Blitzo loving it absolutely too.
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After all of that, they got tired. Stolas pulled them towards the tree where a small table set is there under the shades of it. M/N left to brew some tea up where Stolas was left to keep Blitzo's company. When he came back, they are talking about him.
Blitzo: M/N's so cool! Do you think I can ride thunderstorm if I ask him nice enough?
Stolas: Well, I'm not too sure about that, I think thunderstorm is still out of league. Maybe you can in another few years or so?
Blitzo: Huh? But why? Awww, but Thunderstorm's so cool, I really wanna try it out.
Stolas: Because it's dangerous, Thunderstorm will kick anyone he isn't familiar with. His kick can send you straight to heaven.
Blitzo: Hmph! I want to become closer to the stallion too. Please teach me, M/N~
M/N: Hahahaha! It's not that easy though, since you aren't strong enough. Thunderstorm despise the weak. Maybe in the future when you're strong enough?
Blitzo: Hmph! Fine then.
Stolas: Oh, look at the time. It's pretty late already. Aren't your parents gonna worry about you?
Blitzo: Oh crumbs, I forgot about it!
M/N: About what?
Blitzo: Um...Uh...nothing. I'm gonna go home now, I had a great time with you two.
M/N: How much did Paimon pay your dad for buying you one day?
Blitzo: Um, a condom and a five dollar bill...
M/N: Ugh! Literally can't with that guy! Here.
A huge rainbow amulet was taken out as the shine almost blinding Blitzo's eyes. M/N noticing the shine wrapped in up with some cloth and just placed it in Blitzo's hands closing it up.
M/N: Here, thanks for the company today. Next time, how about you show us what you do on your free time?
Blitzo: Sure! I can introduce you to my best friend too, Fizzarollii will sure be excited to meet you guys too! I'm just sure of it!
Stolas: Till we meet again?
Blitzo: Till we meet again.
The two blue bloods watch as the little imp with his father descend from the road bidding bye to Blitzo happily.
M/N and Stolas: Good-bye Blitzo!
Blitzo: Good-bye!
That concludes their happy first meeting which Blitzo will never forget because of the prize of getting stronger and for the foal gifted. However the promise of meeting again never seemed to happen, as both the goetia demon are busy with their studies and Blitzo is busy with his circus work. The lovers still attending some of his shows when they're off from studies. They even joined in a few times attracting a lot of people so Blitzo's father's not complaining. They eventually got to hang out with Fizzarolli and they play pretend with the balloon animals together. Blitzo as he is always liking a lot of blood spread and gore and shit. Then, Stolas asked about their future dream jobs.
Fizzarolli: I think being a clown's great, I like all the fun and attention I get now.
Blitzo: I want to be the boss of the circus in the future and I'll make the circus greater and bigger than it ever was! I'll even hire you guys when you're broke as hell.
Stolas: You? Hiring us?
M/N: Ha! In your dreams pal, you can't even handle thunderstorm yet.
Blitzo: Just you wait! I'll do it in the future I'm sure of it!
Fizzarolli: What about you guys?
M/N: Hm? Just the usuals I guess but I'll sure bring my darling on vacation all over hell in the future.
Stolas: Oh, N/N~ I love you.
The two started nuzzling against each other making the imps groan having to witness and be envious of their heaven like relationship in such a young age. It's not easy in hell to find a perfect significant other, so Stolas and M/N is really lucky to have found each other. The two imps showing each other a sly smirk as they both ounce onto the avian demons to tickle them. Erupted laughter totally destroying the lovey dovey atmosphere.
M/N: You know, if you guys want, we can nuzzle you too.
Blitzo: Eww, no. Leave that for your husband.
Stolas: Actually, about that. We came here for another reason.
Fizzarolli: Hm?
Stolas: This.
The avian demon taking out a fancy looking invitation from his pockets while M/N hugged him from behind. The feeling of his beak in his neck just made Stolas chuckle slightly. Fizzarolli and Blitzo studied the invitation to let out surprised sighs.
Both: You're getting married!!!
Stolas: Yes! Isn't that exciting?
Blitzo: But, aren't you guys just 18?
M/N: Hahaha, we don't look at age to do things Blitzo. Besides, we're pretty much doing everything a married couple do already.
Stolas: Yeah, mmf.
The two kissed again flushing a bit as the imps just looked away and pretend to puke making the couple laugh.
Fizzarolli: Well, we'll come for sure. But don't expect us to bring some fancy ass gifts for your wedding.
M/N: Nah, your company's enough. We have to go now, Stolas. There's still a mountain stack more to deliver.
Stolas: Oh right! Good bye you guys!
Stolas and M/N waved goodbye as Stolas attempt to open a portal just to open it right below them. Both letting out surprised squeaks disappearing into the unknown. This just made the imps laugh even more. When the two avian demons send all the invitations out, they were exhausted. When they reached Stella's household, Stolas being to tired just hung over M/N's back asleep. The door open to reveal the butler and M/N just shoving the cards to her hand and turn to leave only to be stopped by the obnoxious voice of Adrealphus.
Adrealphus: Oh, there's the sorry of an excuse of a royalty. Total filth playing with imps. Ha!
M/N: Gawk all you want, I'm not giving you the invitation anymore. I'll just tell Paimon your family wants nothing to do with him.
Adrealphus: Wait, give me that.
M/N: Nope, have fun being the culprit of your family's downfall.
Adrealphus: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please.
M/N: Just this once, remember, I hate brats!
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Fancy outfits and preparations of the wedding busied by the imps and the caring work of the magical creatures and cannibalistic plants in their conjoined garden falling into their hands. Off from the studies, it was a bit of a mess at the start with the fighting of the plants and animals. Alas, brought to the end by Stolas's crying and M/N's threatening glare.
After all the chaos, they'll have pleasant silence in the library reading books. The owl just sitting in M/N's lap and moving ever so slightly to set in comfortably.
M/N: Um, Stolas.
Stolas: Hm?
M/N: Could you stop moving so much, you're making me a bit excited.
Stolas: Oh, I'm sorry. Do you need help with that.
M/N: No, I don't want to break this atmosphere. I love this comfortable feeling.
Stolas: Hoot hoot, I love this too. Muah~
Stolas continue to read the book and M/N nuzzling on his furry hair drifting off to slumber. And the creepo (M/N's father) taking a picture of this exact scene too.
The wedding came up real quick, M/N kissing Stolas deeply in front of everyone as the priest announce their marriage. M/N went on a rampage with Lucifer and L/N his father when all their private moments pictures got released on their wedding as slideshow. Stolas just hid in pure embarrassment while the whole scene was kind of a mess. After chaos, they read their vows for each other already being fully excited and craving for each other, the two kiss erupting claps and howls from others.
Cheers from the crowd as Stolas threw his flower bouquet back with all his might that Blitzo ended up catching. Of course the ladies wanted the flowers for the blessing rumoured so the fight started. The whole wedding turned out to be a good fight as the married couple got their clothes ruined, but they didn't mind of course.
M/N took Stolas out on a honeymoon to the envy ring that had a underwater hotel with pretty colourful fishes swimming around the hotel. When the lights are out, it'll be even more beautiful with the corals lighting up by themselves. The colourful corse of colours bringing stars to Stolas's eyes. M/N got dragged around a lot by the hyperactive owl as they venture the whole hotel.
Stolas: This is amazing!!!! Thank you so much~
M/N: A promise's a promise. Now, how about we have some fun.
Stolas: Huh? Woah!
The owl got pushed on bed by the lust filled demon as he pin the avian demon on bed. Nibbling around Stolas's neck to find his sensitive spot as Stolas moaned and push into him more. Stolas also preening M/N around his sweet spot getting the H/C feathered demon to groan along. Their groins rubbing against each other, as they kissed and tongues swirl with each other. Kissing till they're almost out of breath but the thrusting of their groins never stopping wanting to get to their high.
Stolas: Ah...ah...AHHHHH!
M/N: Ugh!!!
The most beautiful moan let out as a wet patch covered Stolas's pants. M/N had an orgasm too, but seeing Stolas this sexy totally got him excited again. They kiss hug and preen each other till all their clothes are off. Then they switched position to M/N holding onto Stolas's thigh to keep him steady as the owl is shakily doing up and downs on M/N's face. The long tongue reaching places his own fingers couldn't, as string of moans just stream from his mouth.
Stolas: Ah...ah... it's so....good....slippery and so long...ah! Yes yes...press on that ah...ah
M/N sucked even harder around his sensitive walls, tongue fucking the certain spot that will make Stolas go crazy. Stolas's moans ring through the whole room as his grip on M/N's head grew stronger feeling closer and closer to ecstasy till the sweet release.
Stolas: Aghhhhh~ ha...ha...
M/N laid Stolas down on bed and licked the excess cum from Stolas's cock sexually making the said demon moan and get hard again.
Stolas: Please, N/N. I want... I...
M/N: Tell me, what do you want baby?
Stolas: I want your cock already, please, AH!
While whining needy, he got picked up as M/N complied to Stolas's wishes changing their position to missionary. Both looking at each other lovingly as M/N went down for another messy make out session with his dear owl, a hand guiding the feathered arms to hold onto his shoulders as the other started stroking Stolas's shaft in languid long strokes.
Stolas: Ah...ah....feel so good. Keep going, N/N. Ah...Ah....wha?
Sudden feeling of intrusion just made Stolas went blank as immense pleasure of being attack by the back and front at once just leave his mind blank as he spurt out dirty words and whining more and more. Chuckling, M/N took out his sliick covered fingers and positioned himself in front of Stolas's hole. Looking Stolas deep in the eyes and hands tightening the long legs wrapping around them, tails entangled.
M/N: Are you ready my dear husband?
Stolas: Put it in N/N, please~ ah...AHHH hurts. It hurts. Ah ha no
M/N: I'm sorry baby, I'll go slow I promise.
He inserted bit by bit, seeing his dear owl pained and sweat filled face, he started stroking his shaft again polishing the shaft with the precum making the male below him writhing as the limped dick got excited again.
Stolas: Ugh...ha...yes, I want your big fat cock daddy!
M/N: Baby, stop! You're not ready yet.
Stolas: I don't care, I want it now.
A loud scream came afterwards as Stolas swing his hips forwards engulfing all of M/N. All Stolas feeling right now is pain like his been ripped apart, shaking slightly as tears streamed down his face sobs heard. M/N immediately went to console him, whispering how he was so tight and good for him, such a pretty little bird all for him and how he always look so charming while stroking his shaft and playing with his sensitive spots to get him to calm down.
M/N: I love you baby. Let's just cuddle for the night, I think we're both not ready yet.
Stolas: Wait, no! I want to do this! We went all the way now, just give me some time.
Deep breaths taken as they intertwined their hands again, M/N nibbling softly around Stolas's sweet spot, erupting more erotic moans and proceed to calm him down. Tears drained Stolas's face and his face was all flushed too, M/N wanted to record this moment but well he's busy pleasuring his sweet lover.
Deep and hard thrust in different angles followed after to find that certain spot again. Then M/N flipped Stolas to his side and start fucking him sideways that just seem to rub past his prostate as deep as possible. Screams and uncontrollable writhing until Stolas just came harshly, weakly holding onto M/N. His hole clenching and milking M/N making M/N groan and came buckets into the avian demon. Exhausted from the activities M/N lay down beside Stolas peppering kisses across his face and embracing him. Feeling so loved and worshipped just made the owl hoot happily as tiredness drown him. Seeing his sleepy look, M/N just caress him and hum a little to soothe Stolas down for him to go to sleep.
He got up after hearing the familiar snores of his lover. Grabbing a wet cloth from their luggage, he cleaned up the left over cum on Stolas's body and the sweat too, then lead the cum out of his hole with his fingers making the owl moan gently from his sleep. Sexy as hell but M/N's too tired to continue anyways. Throwing the dirty cloth in the basin, he pick up the large blanket from the floor and wrapped both of them in it, Stolas roll into him right after, the cute snores lulling M/N to sleep too.
A lot of aftercare and sweet talk followed after as they spend their wonderful vacation at the hotel and resorts there. They even went scuba diving to see the beautiful coloured sea creatures. No sea monster dare to disturb their time with the hell's most venomous fish guardian by their side everywhere they go. Sometimes they sat in front of the large underwater window just enjoying cuddle time together, and sometimes they went out to hunt and explore more about the envy ring already planning their first anniversary trip to the other rings.
Yet fun times always went by fast. It was time for then to return to their duties. Their everyday lives still envied by their friends with the constant post of their daily of feeding each other, gardening session, grooming sessions even animal riding and caring activities. The magic they perform also a light to their world. The people were grateful for the couple's effort of serving hell. Their popularity eventually rising higher and higher.
M/N introduced Stolas his experiment about having a child with only the genes of the two of them, and asking if the Stolas can be the host of the egg. Stolas totally excited from the deep of his heart and nodded repeatedly pouncing onto M/N and kissing him again and again. The experiment worked perfectly as the egg grew months by months, Stolas completely cut off from his work since M/N doesn't allow him to do his job not wanting his stressed out. Cravings and bad tempers always cured by the immediate serve of his favourite dishes and the warm hugs and sweet praises.
By the day Octavia was born into the world. Stolas had little to no problem with labours since it's a small egg and he always had M/N prepping him for this exact moment meaning lubing him up and fisting him open at night. The two taking care of their egg by staying in their nest all day giving warmth to the latter till she hatches. Blitzo often came to visit the owlet making the cute owl hoot happily while Stolas just starry eyed all over taking tons of pictures of his precious Starfire.
Laying on M/N's body lazily, Stolas flip through the pages of the book hold by M/N as they were reading a story book in M/N's office. Suddenly a bang of the door in came an intruder getting M/N immediately on guard as Stolas's face got stuffed into his chest before one of his hands with dark red aura aiming at the one.
Blitzo: Wait wait wait!!!! It's just me.
M/N: Oh.
Stolas: N/N! Stop hiding me every time we're in danger! It's not like stuffing me into you're chest is gonna help with anything!
M/N: Aww~ but you said you liked it before.
Stolas: Not unless it's on the bed!
Blitzo: Um, as much as I like to watch my favourite couple drama I have something important to say.
Stolas: Oh hi Blitz, didn't you see you there. Hehe...
Blitzo: Yeah, yeah.
M/N: Stolas, you'd make him upset.
Blitzo: Oh, shut up. I just wanna ask if you guys had anything that can let us access the human world?
This includes Stolas's responsibility as he sat up still comfortably in M/N's embrace getting serious.
Stolas: And what would that be for? You know my dad would be at my neck if anything you let the humans finds out and shit.
M/N: Language my dear. Octavia's starting to learn from you, you know?
Stolas: Is she now? I thought you were the one that was always cursing in front of her.
Blitzo: Ehem!
Stolas: Oh right. M/N give me my grimmoire. Thanks hun, hm.... Aha, there's a crystal called Asmodean crystal that allows succubi and incubi to cross through the living and the dead.
Blitzo: Great! Where's it at? Or do you have it by chance.
M/N: Duh, it's engraved in Stolas's grimmoire, why else would you think he'd had access to the human world.
Blitzo: Great, may I borrow it?
Stolas: What! Of course not! I've got to use it for my jobs.
Blitzo: Your jobs all done by M/N anyway. Just let me borrow it for a few. Please~
Stolas: N/N?
M/N: You know what'll happen if anyone found out. Right my prince?
Blitzo: Please, pretty please!
Stolas: State your purpose then, I'll think about it.
Blitzo: Fine, I've got a crew of assassins and a client gave us an idea of expanding it further.
M/N: It's up to you, Stolas. I personally thinks it'll be fun.
Stolas: Sigh* Fine.
Blitzo: Yes!
Stolas: But, human disguises and no others finding out understood?
Blitzo: Yes, can you hurry... I'm sorry.
M/N: Good.
Stolas: And no getting caught or find out. If so I'll never trust you again.
Blitzo: I promise.
M/N: Return it once a month, I'll get the work done by then.
The fancy book was floated to the imp and the sudden fall of the heavy book just made Blitzo slip and fall making the couple laugh.
M/N: In return, you'll have to tend to our gardens for the entire day too! Good luck.
Before Blitzo complained, he was already teleported out by Stolas as the couple continued with their pleasant morning.
Octavia: Dad? Father?
The sweet call of their daughter got them both up again. Helping each other out with their attires as they walk to their daughter's room.
Stolas: Yes Via?
Octavia: Can I visit Uncle Aster? He phoned me yesterday.
M/N: Of course you can honey. After breakfast.
Octavia: You're the best, father!
Stolas: Awe, what about me?
Octavia: You? Father's baby I guess.
Stolas: Octavia!
Octavia: Hahahaha....
M/N just watched as his husband gone through the hallway chasing their daughter as a smile was brought to his face. Yes, this is everything that he could've wished for. Sudden cries of hunger from the room beside just woke him up form his trance as he went to their son's room. Room decorated with toys and soft plushies as the middle of the crib sat their crying little bird.
M/N: Shhh, Alex. Here, here.
A bottle of milk appeared in his hands as he filled his son's hungry stomach. Coaxing a burp out of him after he finishes then lulling him to sleep again in the crib. The little owl just letting out a cute yawn as he hugged his favourite plushie while he's off to sleep again. They originally didn't want to get another baby, but thinking that their daughter is gonna rule alone isn't an option so another came. They'd sooner or later leave their duties to their children and live together without the bother of others.
A few years went past. While Stolas was watering his plants, M/N gently stalked behind him and hug the owl.
Stolas: Ah!
M/N: I'm back.
Stolas: Ooh, welcome back my dear N/N.
They shared a passionate kiss caressing each other slightly before getting called out by Alex.
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Alex: Ugh, get a room you guys!
The angry owl proceeded to leave as the couple just blush profusely. This happened many time already as you can see, but they still never see others besides each other when they're together.
M/N: Oh, I heard Blitz and his crew got the cheerubs in hell. You said you wanted the lamb right?
Stolas: Oh oh oh! Did you get it for me?
M/N: Yes darling~
Stolas: I love you so much, I'll repay you at night~
M/N: What do you need him for anyway?
Stolas: Oh, it's not me. It's Alex. I see the look on his face when he saw their advertisement. Oh how young loves bloom.
M/N: Beautiful indeed. The full moon festival in the wrath ring is coming up soon, when do you want to get your book back?
Stolas: Hm, maybe tomorrow. I'm sure they'll get their work done by then.
M/N: You sure you're able to walk tomorrow?
Stolas: Oh you're on!
In fact Stolas indeed didn't get up that day so it was still M/N passing onto the news. He even offered the I.M.P s a trip there as a compensate.
Blitzo: Deep breath sucked in* THUNDERSTORM!!!!
M/N: Yes yes, the one you love so much. How's Rosie doing by the way?
Blitzo: Oh, she's doing great! See I even bought her the... oh you got one for him too?
M/N: Yeah, he is my favourite after all.
Stolas: Ehem!
M/N: Okay, second favourite.
Alex: I heard you father!
M/N: Fine, all of you are my favourites. Satisfied my dears?
Octavia: Yes.
M/N: Great let's get moving now before we get late.
Alex: Don't do it with daddy on the car alright.
Stolas: Alex!
Blitzo: Pffft.
M/N: No one encourage him!
The festival was a blast and then came the day where Blitzo and Moxie got in trouble with the humans. This time Blitzo notifying M/N, both startled by the sudden alarm as they came early making Stolas moan from the warmth spurt inside of him. When M/N recollected himself enough to know what just happened, he blew a fuse and wrap his husband tight in the blankets after leaving a note. He left to the living world with his grimmoire and destroyed the whole laboratory in the process almost killing the I.M.Ps too. The cold stone expression scaring them half to death finally able to breathe again after Blitzo reminded him about Stolas.
He rushed home to find the owl curled up like a ball seeming to be in a bad dream. He hum to him softly and pat him gently cooing the latter to return to his good dreams as his eyebrows are soothed out. Getting into the warm bed, he started planning for early retirement. Feeling his lover curling up to him made him snap lots more photos.
The end~
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