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Hello! I just wanted to confirm if you’re the one who wrote “Hero of the Story” on ao3? Because I have SO MANY FEELINGS HAHA

No sorry, I'm Angels-do-Exist on ao3. Hope you found the author.

Sorry I've not been on tumblr much and didn't see this sooner.

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[Commission] Angels-Do-Exist 3 by LuzifersChoice

Commission for @angelsdoexist :D <3

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[Commission] Angels-Do-Exist 2 by LuzifersChoice Commission for @angelsdoexist :D

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Secret Valentine: Moonlit Sonata

Title: Moonlit Sonata Fandom: Mystic Messenger Character: Zen x MC Rating: NSFW-ish About: MC follows the sound of the piano. Prompt: “Domestic Fluff”

Author Note:  @mysmesecretvalentines   This is my secret valentine for @chibinekochan   I’m so sorry that I posted this at the last minute. I had some serious writers block mixed with too many conflicting ideas made things very difficult.  Still, I hope you enjoy it!! ❤

~ Moonlit Sonata ~

The soft sound of the piano drifted through the apartment, Breathtakingly beautiful as the sound swells and ebbs. Sweet sounds that draw you from the depths of your slumber, Dark lashes flutter as you reach beside you finding him gone.

The sheets are cold which means he’s been gone for a while, If your perfectionist boyfriend even made it to bed yet that was. Still, your attention was dragged back to the lilting tune, The melody is complemented perfectly by the accompanying voice.

Its tune was vaguely familiar but you couldn’t quite place it. You slip from the bed and pad towards the door silently. Your silken nightdress sways and drifts against your legs, Drawn towards the breathtakingly beautiful sound.

Cool moonlight floods the windows creating pools of light, Similarly, the sound of his music floods your senses. Silently you move onwards  towards the siren’s call, It has been too long since you’ve heard the familiar sound.

Drawn to the ajar door your fingers curl around the handle, A familiar figure is positioned comfortably at the piano. Slender digits danced and glided across the keys, Just as knowing as when they glide across your flesh.

Zen was beautiful and ethereal draped in the moon’s rays, Which poured through the window haloing his silver strands. Whether he was siren or angel or some mix of the two, He was utterly breathtaking in that moment.

You are ensnared, spellbound and enthralled by his song, Music wraps around you like a gentle embrace. His voice lilts and rises beautifully with the chorus, Once more you wonder what you did to deserve him.

For all his narcissistic tendencies his self-worth was fragile, His heart held numerable scars and injuries from the past. Still, you loved him for all his flaws and imperfections, Just as he accepted you despite all of your weaknesses.

You were so proud of  everything that he had accomplished, He had struggled and fought for every opportunity. You built each other up and supported each other You adored your knight in shining armour.

The musical notes slow and fade as the piece comes to a close, Rather than shifting into another song his gaze shifts to you. He noticed you though when exactly you weren’t certain, Almost sheepishly you step properly into the room.

Love glitters in those ruby eyes as he holds his hand out, Without thought, you automatically move closer. Fingers intertwine as you settle between his legs, “Sorry Jagiya did I wake you up?”

You make a sound of agreement as you snuggle against his chest, Breathing in the scent of his skin and cologne with a hum. Gently chastising him that you woke to an empty bed, “Sorry babe, I didn’t want to sleep until after practice.”

Your breath teasing his ear as you shower him with compliments, He soaks up your praise yet the compliments leave him flustered. Zen finally silences you taking your mouth in a deep kiss, Your lips part as he slips inside and tongues intertwine. Leaving you breathless as he nibbles at your bottom lip, Soft touches as fingers glide knowingly across smooth flesh. Your fingers tangle through silky silvery strands in response,  His name slipped from your lips like a needy mantra. His voice and touch seduces you pulling you back under his thrall, Whispers of love and passion flood through the room. A different kind of music now echoes and fills the apartment, Zen plays you with as much expertise as the piano. “Jagiya, of all the things I’ve held in my hands, by far the most precious is you.”

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BTS Drabble:  Soft Lips

Title: Soft Lips Fandom: BTS Character: Taehyung x Reader Rating: G About:  Sweet little drabble I wrote.

Word Count: 564

~ Soft Lips ~

Tae inched closer. Slowly, ever so slowly as a playful look danced in his dark eyes as he approached you, his gaze slipping from yours to linger on your lips. Slender fingers twining in the locks of your hair as he stopped so close that you couldn’t help but be hyper-aware of his body near yours. You jumped slightly when he placed his other hand on your shoulder.

His voice was low, husky and thick with his accent, “Close your eyes.”

Your toes curl slightly against the carpet at the sound of his voice so close to your ear. Still, you stare at him wide-eyed at the request, your lips parted and your tongue flicked across them in your nervousness. Your heart thudded loudly in your chest as you gazed up at him uncertainly.

Taehyung cocked his head to the side almost quizzically when you didn’t comply with his request. His fingers idly smoothing through your hair, perhaps in an attempt to soothe your concerns, “You don’t want to?”

You leaned into his touch though when he created more space between the two of you, a soft whimper escaped your lips, barely audible before you bit your bottom lip. But he heard it. You can see it in the way his smile increased just fractionally and the way he looked at you.

You surrender.

You’re finding it difficult not to fidget beneath his gaze. Still biting your bottom lip you step forward, closing the small space once more as your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt.  Your cheeks were already flushed from the looks Taehyung was giving you, so the idea of closing your eyes and hiding from the heated gaze was becoming more and more appealing.

Sometimes you were quite certain you could drown in his eyes.

Finally, you comply with his request. Feeling vulnerable as dark lashes feather against your cheeks and you remind yourself to breathe. It was almost worse, not being able to see him yet hyperaware of his presence. Of every movement and every sound… the seconds seeming to stretch for an eternity.

You jump slightly, startled when his thumb brushed against your bottom lip causing you to release it from where you’d been worrying it with your teeth. He gently rubbed the marks you’d caused causing your breath to hitch.

Oh dear lord… breathe, you had to remember to breathe.

He whispered your name, his breath fanning your ear causing you to shudder slightly. Your fingers tightening on the fabric and you silently pouted at him, nipping lightly at one of his fingers causing him to chuckle softly. Some of your shyness ebbed as you grew more comfortable within his arms.

It seemed like this was going to be one of those times when he liked to tease you. A result of the fact you still weren’t quite used to the fact that he was yours and you definitely weren’t used to his kisses. It was very new still.

Quietly he watched you closely, leaning forward to brush his nose gently against yours before his lips gently ghosted against yours. The softest caress pulling a soft sound from your lips and he smiled, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips before returning to cover your lips with his own and lead you into a firmer kiss as his hands rested lightly on your hips.

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~ Nightmare ~

Title: Nightmare Fandom: Seduce Me the Otome Character: James x Reader Rating: M+ About:  This is my take on what would have happened if the dream was real and James lost who he was and forgot why you were important.

Word Count: 542

WARNING: It isn’t detailed but its probably one of the darkest thing I’ve written. Trigger warning that you are confined and this poem has inferred abuse relating to Jame’s route. 

~ Nightmare ~

Hard stone and cold steel surrounds me on all sides, The cell is void of any comfort or softness. Frigid air dances across my bare skin, Creating goose bumps in its wake. Tatters remain of the dress barely covering me, Still, it is far better than being stripped naked. Protection just barely against roving eyes, Even if it is ineffective against most else. Chains jangle loudly breaking the silence, Joining the chorus of screams and cries from afar. My shackles tethering me against the wall, Metal chafing and rubbing my ankles raw. Left alone in the dark bone-numbing cold, Time bleeds together into an endless haze. My memory weakens day by day, Yet I cling desperately to my memories. My name is important it helps ground me, I clutch onto my sanity and sense of self. Why are there gaps in my memories? Someone else was here that I loved. I cannot remember how I got here, I feel like I’m missing something important. But my mind whispers that I don’t want to know, How could that possibly be? The metallic tang of blood invaded my nose, It mixed with the scent of sweat on my skin. And something else bitter and salty… Flashes of memories. Golden eyes glowing in the darkness, Clothing torn amid harsh commands. Cries of pleasure and pain intermingling, Salty tears as I loose myself in the abyss. My mind skittered away from those memories, I shiver wrapping my arms around myself. I didn’t want to remember those touches, Not those memories. Flames flicker casting a barely noticeable glow, The sound of footsteps approaching startled me. Trapped and confined I couldn’t run, I waited with baited breath for his arrival. As he came into sight my heart broke anew, Familiar ebony strands and honeyed eyes. Eyes that gazed at me with cold disdain, Void of the love that used to fill them. He wasn’t my Raestrao, The man I loved wouldn’t hurt me. He wouldn’t treat me as a food source, He wouldn’t talk of breaking me. My green eyes still held a spark, One that he liked to call resilience. I had yet to break beneath his touch, Despite the intense training and abuse. My heart squeezed painfully at the reminder, His demonic voice sent a shiver down my spine. Instinctively I felt a mixture of fear and pleasure, It was a trained reflex now to his approach. The door clattered and creaked open, My back scraped against the stone wall. Still my lips shaped his name silently, Raestrao. Simultaneously I loathed and craved him, In these lucid moments before he erased my will. I despised myself just as much as I did him, I hated that I still craved and wanted him. Hated that deep down I still loved him, That despite everything he had done to me. I could not erase these feelings that consumed me, I could not fully hate him. Unnatural desire and elation filled me suddenly, My body weak beneath pleasurable waves. Dimming my thoughts even as I struggled, A soft sigh of bliss escaping parted lips. It was unbridled lust void of any love, My heart, mind and body in conflict. I didn’t want this anymore, Where was my Raestrao?

So when I first played the demo’s Jame’s dream sequence scared me. I was completely surprised and wondered what the heck was going on. But I think there’s something really beautiful about something being able to move you to such extreme. Dark James was scary but attractive, but anyway I couldn’t leave it without writing a poem. Thank you @thebunnyofevil @blackmagebrad

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Love’s Obsession

Title: Love’s Obsession Fandom: Seduce Me the Otome Character: Damien Rating: M+ About:  This is my take on Yandere!Damien. It was inspired by [here] that was produced by Michaela. Trigger warning you are in chains.

Word Count: 598

You always think of them instead of me, Why, you’re supposed to be mine. But instead they invade your every thought, Am I not enough for you? You told me you loved me… I’ll just have to make it so you think only of me. Softly you whisper words against my ear, Your breath tickling against my cheek. Words permeating my dreams within the abyss of sleep, Yet the dissatisfaction in your tone is lost to my subconscious. Jealousy and possessiveness coat your voice, Unbeknownst to me. Soon dark lashes flutter before revealing green eyes, Your very presence creating a smile of pleasure. Silk slides across my skin as I shift in bed, Stopped short by the icy steel surrounding my wrists. Panic and confusion seizes me, Why Damien, why? I struggle against the metal that bites my wrists, The painful way it rubs and scrapes at my skin. My heartbeat speeding up in response, I find myself scared of you for the very first time. You shush me quietly and stroke my hair gently, I gaze at you reproachfully as I cease struggling. You have to know I’m terrified so why, I thought you loved me Damien. My heart cried out in confusion and pain, Salty tears burn at the backs of my eyes, At the sharp tug on my wrists I whimper softly, My gaze automatically rising to meet yours tentatively. “Focus on me. Think. Only. Of. Me” The demand caused my cheeks to flush. Still you catch the momentary shift in my thoughts, As you gently brush away the tears gathering in my eyes. I forget to breathe when you tell me the others went out, In order for us to have alone time… But I don’t need to be saved by them, This was Damien and he wasn’t a monster. He loved me…he wouldn’t hurt me, I believed that deep in my heart. Despite the chains that bound me tightly, We could work through this together. Still I was distraught and I snapped at you unconsciously, I regretted my outburst almost immediately. Shrinking back slightly against the bed, Even as you half-growled to forget about the chains. It was hard to forget the icy metal that draped over my skin, Clinking almost melodically as it chafed my skin. Still, when you asked if I loved you I nodded, Telling you that I only ever think of you. I flinched at the harsh rebuttal that you threw at me, Breaking my heart anew as you called me a liar. Despite my arguments that you was wrong you continued, “Am I- Am I just not good enough for you?” “Are my brothers that much more memorable than me?” I yelled a negative to the questions he bombarded me with. Tears burned as they flowed down my cheeks, I didn’t think of his brothers that way! I didn’t! Where did it go wrong? What did I do to make him this way? “Then WHY are you lying to me?” My heart all but shattered at that tone. That hurt…trembling tone that cut me to the core, Leaving me unable to answer. I wanted to touch and soothe you, But you remained beyond my grasp. He was so fragile…so broken, And I made it worse because somehow it was my fault. I sobbed openly into the pillows at the realisation, A shudder moving through me at the threat of subjugation. Or perhaps it was a promise… Either way I wouldn’t leave you. Silently I whispered that I loved you over and over, Even when the door clicked shut.

So Yandere Damien is very sexy and scary and somehow I still feel bad and like I want to hug him despite the fact he has me chained up in the bedroom. That point where his voice is all broken and omg….my heart. @jonahscottva @thebunnyofevil

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~ Midnight Doubts ~

Title: Midnight Doubts Fandom: Seduce Me the Otome Character: Erik x Reader Rating: G/Everyone About:  Midnight and the reader is out wandering in the backyard, battling with her demons and self doubts. Not literal demons.

Word Count: 834

Midnight Doubts

The night sky was so sharp and clear, courtesy of the icy night air. Winter was fast approaching and you could already feel it. There was a certain icy bite to the air that added to the brightness of the glittering stars that filled the ebony sky bereft of moon that night. The scent of smoke wafted through the night air, hinting to the fact that people had started building fires in order to ward off the cold of the night. It wasn’t enough to keep some people indoors though.  A young woman stood in the doorway a warm gazing out into the inky darkness, feeling almost like a child again as she darted out into the cold night air. A smile lit her face as she zipped along playfully, twirling and dancing beneath the stars, as her boots crunched on the fallen autumn leaves. She knew the backyard well enough that she didn’t fear tripping over anything despite the darkness that surrounded her. Icy wind tugged at her long tresses and bit at her vulnerable skin despite the warm jacket she wore, but she didn’t mind. It made her feel alive. It was why she loved winter, as well as the obvious benefits that it made for ideal weather for hot chocolate, cuddling and other couple like activities. This year she actually had someone she could do those things with – the thought caused the flush on her cheeks to darken not from the icy wind this time but thoughts of her loved one. Eyes adjusting further to the darkness allowed her to make her way to the gazebo, fingertips smoothing along the wood of one of the beams. It was worn and she loved the rough sensation beneath her fingertips. Her breath visible within the air like a cloud of misty white as she gazed outwards at the sky a smile still on her lips as she thought about Erik who was still inside the house, probably asleep still. Her eyes softened at the mental image of him having fallen asleep on the couch after dinner. He’d looked so adorable sleeping and she hadn’t had the heart to wake him up. He had been so very tired lately with his new business and the line of clothing he was trying to create with James’ backing. Erik was talented and charismatic which helped but that wasn’t always enough to get by in the business world, which was why he was so exhausted lately. Still it was somewhat unexpectedly Erik was good at designing clothing, though it probably shouldn’t have been. Still the thought of him dealing with models and beautiful women brought a level of unease and possessiveness…possibly even jealousy. Thankfully it was mostly a range of male clothing but she was more than aware that her lover was attractive. It wasn’t that she was lacking in self-esteem but sometimes she couldn’t help but wonder what people thought when they looked at them together. Did they think that they didn’t suit each other? The young woman sighed softly, wrapping her arms around her waist as she stared outwards at the stars. Unseeing as the thoughts consumed her, wrapping around her as tightly as the darkness of the moonless night. Long strands whipped gently behind her in the cold wind like a banner as the icy wind chilled her cheeks. The same doubts bubbled up from somewhere deep inside, things that she would never say aloud because she was too ashamed. Doubts not about Erik, but about herself. She knew that he adored and loved her. It wasn’t that she thought he would cheat on her, despite his flirtatious nature he wasn’t that kind of man. She trusted him but sometimes she wondered why he had picked her. It was funny…she’d never thought of herself as lacking in self-confidence, yet she found herself jealous of unnamed strangers and caught up in feelings of inadequacy. She hated these ugly feelings that burned within her. The doubts and uncertainties that fueled her frustration and eroded her peace in moments of solitude. All it would take is telling Erik. He could so easily put her mind at ease but having to admit to having such ugly feelings…she couldn’t help but shy away from such a thing. Taking a deep breath, feeling the cold shudder within her lungs. She held it there feeling the icy sensation almost to the point of burning. Distracting from the tears that equally burned in her eyes making her surroundings blurry - not that she could see much in the darkness anyway. Fingers slide upwards along fabric, moving towards her collar. Too constricting, too restrictive and it needed to go. Despite the icy night the quiet hiss of a zipper was audible in the quiet of the night, only broken by the quiet sounds of insects and the breeze that rustled the leaves quietly. She tugged and pulled at her jacket, eventually letting the fabric fall into a heap on the ground behind her. 

Right, so I decided to go outside of my relative comfort zone of poetry and try write a short fluffy story about the MC and Erik. Right…FLUFFY. It seems my muse for writing stories is not as reliable as my poetry muse because part way through my attempt at fluffiness became angst and insecurity. I was tempted to cut it from the story and try to go back to the cuteness, but Tori and Erin told me it was better to leave it as is, so yeah. I’m sorry it is angsty but it will get cuter I promise… I’m going to go now and stop talking. It should probably only be a two-part story.

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~ Blood Red ~

Title: Blood Red Fandom: Seduce Me the Otome Character: Malix x reader Rating: PG About:  From the game when Malix kidnaps you, I have a few friends that like Malix and others that want to beat him up. I did after what he said about my LI.

Art is done by sword-to-song of Malix, Tori and Erin [Seduce me OCs]

Word Count: 879

~ Blood Red ~

Sunlight sears my eyes as my bonds are removed, Pupils dilating causing my eyes to narrow instinctively. I rub my wrists soothing the chaffed pink flesh, Before turning my gaze to my surroundings. Red brick covered in a multitude of graffiti, Intermingled with metal beams and dirt floors. Roofless sunlight streams down around me, Maniacal laughter drawing my attention. His skin like blood recently spilled, Golden sclera with pure ebony irises. Silvery-white strands contrasting sublimely, And that completely infuriating smirk. He looks like some wanna-be punk to be honest, But the metallic tang of blood surrounds him. The bandana around his throat caked with it, My senses are on high alert from my position. His voice is a husky rasp like sandpaper, I stand my ground even as he approaches me. Fingers curl into fists as nails dig into my palms, Causing adrenaline to spike in my veins. His cockiness is like nails on a chalkboard, His laugh somehow glorious in its madness. That sassy mouth and maddening smirk, The desire to punch him is almost irresistible. Still he sends a shiver of fear down my spine, I stiffen as he paces around me like a panther. A forked tongue flicked against the back of my neck, A short gasp escapes my lips as he sniffs me. I spin around my hand pressing to my neck, Eyes wide with surprise and incredulousness. A feeling of disgust and delight intermingle, I am both repulsed and something else… Did he just do what I think he did? A growl of irritation slipping from my lips. My cheeks flush a rosy hue which he notices, He is teasing and toying with me. His lowly growled insults towards the incubi, As he attempts to incite my ire and rile me. My racing heart beats loudly in my ears, While anger flows through my body in response. He steps once again into my personal space, I refuse to retreat like a frightened child. I have taekwondo and a protective barrier, I am not some weak vulnerable mortal. My chin is upturned in defiance as I glare, Unwavering despite the height difference. Fingers uncurl leaving crescent moons on my palms, Becoming loose fists at my side as I glowered at him. Anger and adrenaline mix inciting fight or flight, I alter my stance slightly to center myself. Slowly breathing inwards to reassert calm, Rarely have I felt such overwhelming response. Such a stirring of violence burning in my blood, It sings like a siren trying to incite action. The desire to slam my fist into his face, The impact on flesh and snapping of bone. Something unnamed glints in my eyes, As my tongue darts out across my lips. Attacking in anger sets you up for failure, But was it anger that flowed through my veins? The gun clicks loudly an empty round, Once more his Hell-borne magic failed. Further emphasizing my delight, Magic words linger on my tongue. I step forward into his personal space, My fingertips sliding up the grey shirt. Pulling the first look of surprise on his face, Only further increasing my delight. Nails dig into the red bandana, Suddenly jerking him off balance towards me. The scent of iron, ash and blood tickles my nose, My lips feather across reddish-orange skin. As we separate I pull my fist up sharply, My fist impacting severely against his mouth. The crack echoed loudly in the silence, The look of shock and surprise on his face is amusing. I dance backwards on the balls of my feet, Pleasure hums in my veins blissful euphoria. The small laugh escaping my lips at his fury, Licking lightly across my knuckles. He growled loudly in frustration as he held his cheek, Gold and onyx glowed brightly with inner hellfire. The hint of a fiery glow surrounds him, But fear no longer reaches me. He strides closer attempting to intimidate me, Cuss words dance along my skin. The gun is discarded since it wasn’t working, He is furious and I love it. Without missing a beat we exchange blows, Blocking and attacking in a series of movements. They rain down in quick succession between us, A dangerous dance ensues. I step back panting but completely energized, Breath quicken as sweat beads on our skin. Even as blood trickles from shallow wounds, Bruises darkening both pale and red skin. Magic words tingle on my tongue, As he approaches this time I smirk. It slips from my lips with perfect precision, A purple magic circle appearing to reflect him. Once more a growl of frustration is ripped from him, I gasp softly as he beats against it with his fists. It reverberates through me with the energy drain, I silently search through my spells. Then suddenly another magic circle glows, Golden chains wrap around him like snakes. Encircling and entrapping him tightly, In their unbreakable embrace. Hissing and growling Malix writhes within them, Minutes tick slowly becoming a battle of wills. Looking around I see the others had left, No other devils remained which was perfect. “Oh it looks like it’s just us, Malix isn’t that nice?” I crouch down in front of him with a strange smile, Fingers brushing over his silvery strands. “Let’s have some…fun.”

Soooooo there are some people in my awesome group of fans who love Malix. Or love and hate him at the same time. I decided to go outside my comfort zone and try write a poem for them about Malix. Because they are awesome. So these are for @sylphialon1 @sword-to-song @talldiscolatte

@jamesbrownjrva  @thebunnyofevil

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Regrets

Title: Regrets Fandom: Seduce Me the Otome Character: Kimmi (Seduce me OC) Rating: PG About:  Kimmi is drinking and whilst drinking memories are brought up from her past. Things that she’d rather not think about, like the fact that she endangers all those close to her when she stays somewhere too long.

Art is a gift to me from @sword-to-song

Word Count: 413

Regrets

Moonlight streams into the dark room, A bottle of vodka is cradled in my hand. Green eyes distant as I think back to the past, Of the sacrifices made for me.

Laughter and familial warmth interrupted, Green eyes wide as they invade our home. Indescribable in their appearance, Yet they invoke fear into my very heart.

Angels my Father whispers, Chaos breaks out around me suddenly. The screech of metal grinding and clashing, Magic charging the air making it electric.

My mind races chaotically, I cannot recall any magic suddenly. Everything is coming up a blank, Vulnerable I back up against the wall.

Frozen gazing at these monsters, Fighting my parents so fiercely. I feel the hatred and condemnation, And I am frightened.

But I cannot look away or even blink, Magic crackles around me and I jolt. Startled at the sudden magic encircling me, Purple symbols beneath my feet.

I gaze at my parents as they fight, They are stronger than I imagined. Supporting and working together, The perfect team.

I am protected and shielded, My mother stumbles beneath a blow. The scent of blood permeates the air, The coppery scent makes me nauseous.

Even as your blood drips to the carpet, You tell me you love me over the ringing of metal. I see the looks you both give me and each other, Lovingly sweet gazes that speak volumes.

The icy sensation creeps through my body, My heart squeezes and restricts in my chest. A sudden feeling of dread is upon me, I slam at the protective barrier.

You tell me of the hopes you have for me, Of the things you think I need to know to survive. No falls from my lips like an endless mantra, Tears are trickling down my cheeks unchecked.

I see my parents turn away from me together, Their fingers intertwined as they face the threat. Even as they send me far away, Magic spiriting me away to somewhere safe.

It devastates my heart ripping it to shreds, I scream and scream until my throat is raw. My fists slamming against the tiles, Until my knuckles bleed.

I don’t know how long I sat there, Before I finally roused myself into action. I was in a safe house that they had created, But they never arrived.

So now I run from those who seek me, Those shadowy figures just out of sight. Fear and uncertainty are my bedfellows, I never feel safe.

Alone.

Sooooo, this wasn’t supposed to be what I was writing about to be honest but the poem suddenly took a turn towards her past so I thought why not. This is a snippet about what happened when the Angels found Kimmi and her parents, and how they sent her away. She still doesn’t know if they’re alive, she last saw them around 5 years ago.

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Fan Apprentice: Kiki x Asra

Thank you so much!!! I love this art so much @ddamndevorakk

This was from their giveaway and I just kept forgetting to post it.

My Fan apprentice and OC Kiki, and Asra ❤❤❤

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[Commission] Sketch Batch Livestream by LuzifersChoice

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[Commission] Angels-Do-Exist by LuzifersChoice

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Commissions for @angelsdoexist Thank you so much! <3

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Seduce Me Secret Santa

Title: Not Just a Dream Fandom: Seduce Me the Otome Character: Erik Rating: M+ About:  Angst and reincarnation.

Word Count: 603

Not Just a Dream

Once more the vaguely familiar lilting melody haunts my dreams, The sweet lullaby intermingling with the echo of childish laughter. Yet there is something faintly disconcerting about the sound, Conjuring up an inescapable feeling of dread within the darkness.

Yet within the chaotic landscape of my dreams I see him again, Once more he captivates me with those sad amethyst eyes. Eyes that speak of anguish that my own echo unknowingly, His pain resonates deeply with me for reasons unknown.

Once more we slip into pleasant familiarity as he charms me, We comfort each other as we dance beneath the starlit sky. Helping me forget with fleeting touches and breathless laughter, Within this world of dreams where our paths intertwine.

His voice is sweet seduction as he whispers against my ear, Clothing slipping away as passionate kisses left me breathless. Hickies blossom like flower petals across my pale skin, Quiet pleasured whimpers slipping past my lips unchecked.

My fingers clutch at broad shoulders and twine in silky strands, Sweat slicked muscles press against my own softer curves. Our bodies slowly drive us higher towards the heavens, Until we shatter and come undone together in pleasure.

Beneath the stars and the slide of silk he calls me Princess, My fingers idly toying with his hair within his warm embrace. I’d stay forever within the safe solace his arms bring me, These are the dreams I cherish within the recess of my heart.

He has had a star role in my dreams longer than I care to remember, Dream-walker visiting the chaotic planes of my dreams and nightmares. His presence is too substantial to be conjured up as a mere fantasy, He keeps me sane and is never an idle bystander within these visits.

At times he is dragged into my painfully vivid nightmares, Of higher beings obsessed with their laws and regulations. Vague memories of blinding white light whilst feathers dance, Fragmented memories of half truths and broken promises.

Fantasy made reality as we’re caught amidst Demon wars, Our souls ripped asunder whilst sharp blades piercing flesh. Crimson blood flowing freely blossoming across fabric, The scent of copper becoming almost overpowering.

Nights filled with the echo of steel and anguish as we fight, Our lives perpetually a great tragedy without an end in sight. Scenes that illustrate perfectly love and the agony of loss, I’m wrenched away from someone who looks just like him.

I can no longer count the amount of times this has happened, Still caught in events too familiar and tangible to be mere dreams. Wrapped in twisted covers drenched with my sweat and tears, Exhausted and breathless whilst my heart pounds like a drum.

Countless lives and experiences play out while I sleep, They are too real and familiar to ever just be a dream. The events and emotions that unfold feel so tangible, Though my psychiatrist likes to tell me otherwise.

I arrive for one such session sullen my gaze lingering on the floor, The door clicks loudly behind me and I move towards the desk. Something draws my attention pulling a quiet gasp from my lips, Tangible and real in front of me I wonder if you’re a mirage. That same silky coppery-red strands that fall over one eye, Those same melancholy amethyst eyes that are fixed on me. There is recognition within his gaze as if he knows me too, The sweet familiarity of his voice as he finally speaks. As he takes my hand in his I feel grounded for the first time, Can it be just a dream if more than one person dreams it?

Poem prompts used were:   - Erik - Reincarnation / Angst / vaguely NSFW

@heavenly–dove  Well this poem gave me endless hours of problems so I’m glad that it is completed. I’m your Secret Santa and hope you like it!! I actually felt really bad that it seems so depressing considering its a Christmas present but I hope that you enjoy it none the less.

@thebunnyofevil   @thechristopherescalante @seducemesecretsanta

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~ Insecurity ~

Title: Insecurity Fandom: Seduce Me the Otome Character: Erik Rating: PG About:  Reader having insecure thoughts about her relationship.

Word Count: 462

~ Insecurity ~

The sun is slowly slipping beneath the horizon, Painting the sky a multitude of colours. The trees look like silhouettes against the sky, Shadows lengthening as dusk becomes night. My gaze is unseeing as I stare blankly at it, My thoughts consume and bind me. Seemingly inescapably tight, Like darkness on a moonless night. Doubts bubble up from deep inside, Things I can never seem to vocalize. I am too ashamed to admit my thoughts, Instead I struggle vainly within the darkness. I had never thought of myself as insecure, But I never could make Father happy. Long strands whip gently behind me, Icy winds turning my cheeks pink. Despite the knowledge that he loves me, I find myself jealous of unnamed strangers. Caught up in feelings of inadequacy, Consumed by doubts and uncertainties. Yet I hate these ugly feelings, That burn so brightly within me. Eroding my peace in moments of solitude, Fueling my ever growing frustration. All it would take is to tell him, He could so easily put my mind at ease. But to admit to these ugly feelings… I shy away from such an ideal. Instead I drown within the sea of my emotions, I feel my eyes burn and blink repeatedly. My surroundings becoming blurry, As tears trail over my cheeks. Your musical voice reached my ears tinged with panic, My eyes focus once more finding myself in darkness. I am uncertain just how long I have been standing here, I breathe deeply as if finally remembering how to. Guilt seeping into me at your expression, You look worried as you wrap your arms around me. Feeling so warm against my chilled skin, I didn’t even realise I was cold. Your arms surround me and ground me, My back pressing against your chest snuggly. A quiet purr of pleasure escapes my lips, As your lips brush behind my ear. You are still worried with how tightly you hold me, But I don’t mind your arms binding me close. Slowly relaxing within your warm embrace, I press my damp cheek against yours with a smile. The quiet night sound of insects surround us, Intermingling with the gentle rustling of the wind. Your loving warmth is my solace, A balm soothing my frazzled nerves. You rock me gently within your embrace, My head tucking beneath your chin. Warm breath feathering against your neck, My name a beautiful sound on your lips. You banish so easily the fears and insecurities, Pulling me so easily back from the darkness. With your arrival, you become my world, Your fingers intertwine with mine. Anxiety is quelled and fears alieved, Your name a whisper of need from my lips. Though you haven’t used your enthrallment on me, “Come Princess let’s get back inside.”

So, I was trying to write something cute and it somehow became depressing. It became wrapped up in our inner worries and problems and so forth. But it still turned out kind of cute towards the end when Erik turned up~ @thechristopherescalante