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I’m a day early - but I really wanted to redraw an old Birthday piece from 2022 to celebrate again this year! :DD

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2019: Now:

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BUT - Thanks for sticking around! This year has been a blast!! :3c I can’t believe it’s almost been a year since I joined the LMK fandom. You guys are awesome <33-

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THE WIND AND MOON

PROLOGUE ♢ SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA X LUNAR PILLAR!READER

A/N: oh boy! The fic that started it all is back in progress (with a slight title change).

This will be a slightly canon-divergent AU, wherein Lunar Breathing is inherited and there's actually some power involved with the breathing techniques as a whole (as opposed to the styles just being nice sword movements with illustrations lmao).

Reader will be Sanemi's tsuguko for a time, and she will eventually become a Hashira. This is their story.

This will be a multi-part fic. Be warned: the Reader is a very morally gray character (but we love her for it).

@ghost-1-y thank you for reminding me of my love for this fic.

Massive CW: 18+, canon-typical violence, graphic violence, gore, child death, and implied S/A. Smut to come. MDNI.

Sanemi was there that day; the day she became part of the Corps.

The day her world ended.

It was fucking freezing that morning. The sky was a muted gray as snow drifted down from the heavens in wet, fat clumps. It had started sometime the previous night, and by the morning, the village had been covered in its thick blanket.

The carnage, however, was fresh, and so the snow was not white.

Only an hour had passed since the watery gray light of dawn bled into the sky from the east, when Sanemi’s crow swooped low over his head, tugging frantically at his hair. Beside him, the Flame Pillar ducked as his own crow joined the panic.

“Northeast! Northeast! Right at the base of the mountain! A horde of demons attacked the village!” They cried in tandem.

Not just one. A horde. A swarm of demons had descended upon a moderately populated merchant village, tearing it and its people to shreds. 

Both the Wind and Flame Pillars furiously made their way northeast, one of the crows bleating that Tengen and Iguro were also en route. As they ran, the birds alternated in snaring what little information they had of the village, and what had prompted the attack. 

It was because of her; or rather, her family.

The head of the village was a merchant known for his imports from the West. His success meant the village prospered as a whole, and it was popular for its numerous small shops and tea houses which lined the streets, always crowded with locals and travelers alike. 

Demons had no use for money or exotic baubles; but Muzan Kibutsuji had a keen interest in obliterating Lunar Breathing from the world.

So he had. 

The very merchant whose business prowess bolstered the local economy with his imports was directly descended from the clan which had created Lunar Breathing, Breath of Sun’s powerful, dark twin. The merchant was the youngest and only living relative of the aging head of the Lunar Clan, a retired Hashira who’d never taken a wife. But unlike the other breathing techniques, Lunar Breathing was an inherited talent, and without an heir, there would be no one to continue the great family’s legacy. 

That burden was thus placed on the surviving eldest child of the merchant whose village both Sanemi and his comrade now rushed to.

There had been an elder son, Rengoku’s crow revealed, but he had died a few years prior from illness. And so, the merchant’s middle child was made the new heir, tasked with the mission of becoming a demon slayer so that she could continue on the Lunar Breathing tradition. 

Her.

There was no word as to whether she had been present for the attack. Final Selection ended only a few days prior, and it was entirely possible that she either had been killed on the Mountain, or that she was still making her way back to the village, unaware that no one would be there to welcome her home.

There was certainly no greeting for the Pillars when they finally arrived at the mountain’s base. The village was eerily silent as Sanemi and Rengoku crossed over the small bridge abutting its ravine; still. Dawn had given way to a dark gray sky, and visibility was not ideal.

Not that it would’ve taken much effort to see the blood and gore that littered the village’s once lively streets.

“What on earth?” The Sound Pillar’s familiar voice broke the silence, as he and Iguro approached their comrades from the Eastern gate of the village. Behind them, trailed a group of nearly thirty Kakushi. 

The Hashira slowly took in the nightmare around them, stunned into horrified silence as they beheld the level of destruction which had befallen the village just hours before.

“Kakushi. Spread out. Look for any survivors. They may be buried or hiding.” Rengoku’s voice was steady but uncharacteristically grave, his face stony and hard. “Shinuzagawa, we should make our way to the Lunar Merchant’s estate. We need to send word to the Clan head right away if-“

“You didn’t hear?” Iguro interjected. “The head of the Lunar House is dead.” Though the lower half of his face was covered, the anguish on the Serpent Pillar’s face was evident. “That’s where Uzui and I just came from. He was ripped to shreds.”

“Fuck,” Sanemi hissed, a toxic mixture of anger, guilt  roiling in his gut. An entire clan — and entire village— had been decimated in a matter of hours, and no one had been able to protect them.

They hadn’t been able to protect them. 

“Have we any word on the Lunar heir?” Rengoku asked quietly. Iguro and Uzui shook their heads. “Then she likely is lost, too.” The Flame Pillar turned back to Sanemi, his face a mirror of his own. “Let’s go.”

The snow and wind picked up just as the two swordsmen approached the Lunar Merchant’s manor, obscuring part of the wreckage before them. From the corner of his eye, Sanemi swore he spied movement out of the back corner of the estate, but when he turned to examine it, all was still.

Beflre he could inquire further, a sharp gasp to his right snapped his attention back to the Pillar at his side. But Rengoku was not looking at him; rather, he was staring directly ahead, right to the courtyard of the manor.

“Heavens above,” the Flame Hashira whispered. 

Sanemi followed his gaze through what had been once-proud iron gates, though only half of it remained hinged. The other had been ripped from its stone setting, twisted by some unfathomable strength and thrown carelessly to the side. Just past the gate, Sanemi beheld a single, bloodied arm. 

His heart dropped sickeningly to his stomach at what lay beyond it; for there was not an inch of ground that hadn’t been saturated with blood and bits of gore.  

Chunks of flesh and torn limbs bearing harsh jagged teeth marks were strewn across the snowy garden. Broken glass and wood from the manor littered the ground, and the few walls that remained standing had been showered in a thick coat of crimson.

But the carnage did not end with the massacre on the courtyard. Sanemi forced himself to look upon the half-severed bodies of those who’d been stuck to the sloped roofing  of the Manor, as though some demon had plucked fleeing humans from the yard to feast on them mid-air, adorning the handsome estate with a shower of bloodied entrails. 

He did not notice the small group of Kakushi that had arrived at the Manor until he heard their gasps and cries of horror. Behind him, Sanemi heard one or two begin to retch, unable to stomach the carnage before them.

“Move!” Sanemi barked, his voice scratchy over the lump forming in his throat. “Fucking look for survivors! Anyone!”

A few paces ahead, Rengoku called up to the crows checking above. “Do you have a description of the heir?”

“She is around eighteen, Lord Rengoku!”

Not helpful, given that most of the bodies around them were unrecognizable. But it was something. 

Rengoku turned back to Sanemi. “I will check inside the house. You!” Rengoku called to a small group of three Kakushi nearby, “With me!”

Sanemi continued to make his way through the debris and body parts in the courtyard, lifting stone and wood in hope that he might find someone — anyone — who had managed to hide. Yet that hope dimmed with every stone he turned, as he found only the scraps of the people who’d once called the Manor home.

He came across a large chunk of curved, chiseled stone that was half-embedded into the soft ground below. Grunting, Sanemi heaved the rock aside, thinking it was perhaps part of some fountain or statue.

His stomach lurched as the stone toppled heavily over. For there, crushed beneath the weight of the rock, was the small body of a child, severed completely at the torso. Her two halves lay next to one another, a ragged seam torn between the two as though pulled apart by force.

Sanemi felt the bile rise in his throat as his gaze fell upon the child’s face, utterly frozen in fear. Though death had snuffed out the light of life from her eyes, it had done nothing to conceal the terror she’d felt in her last moments, the girl’s mouth stretched wide, fixed in her final scream. 

She was no older than ten. 

He could not help it. Sanemi turned away from the grisly sight and vomited into the snow, every inch of him trembling. He wretched until his stomach was empty and his throat burned from the acid and strain of his dry-heaving. 

With great effort, he managed to straighten, his breath short and choppy. But he forced his legs to carry him forward, though any hope that they would find the Lunar Heir or any survivor grew dimmer by the second.

Even as Hashira, Sanemi knew he’d never seen wreckage quite like this.

He neared the center of the courtyard, and halted before a large, circular stone inset that had been smashed to gravel, leaving only a single, large piece of rounded stone wall standing.

Found the fountain, Sanemi thought bitterly. Another sharp, icy gust of wind whipped its way through the courtyard, disturbing the little bit of snow that wasn’t packed down with the carnage. But the wind also stirred up something else, something dark and wispy. 

Had the Wind Pillar’s lilac gaze been focused anywhere but that piece of stone, he would have missed it softly fluttering up before disappearing beneath the lip of the fountain. 

Lips mashed into a tight line, Sanemi moved to examine the other side of the broken stone. As he did so, Rengoku reappeared on the outer steps of the engawa surrounding the Manor, a frown etched deeply on his face.

“Shinazugawa, something is off. The demons’ presence is obvious, but the house looks like it was ransacked— jewels, silks, valuables, all strewn about. Some of it seems to be missing —“

“I found her.” Sanemi bit out, gruffly. “The heir.”

It was her hair, Sanemi realized. Her hair was what had been disturbed by the wind, a few strands having drifted up before settling back down upon the bloodied shoulder of the lifeless girl collapsed before the fountain.

Had there not been a thick spread of red-stained snow and earth beneath her, Sanemi almost would have thought she’d been sleeping. Her face was almost devoid of any injury, save for a few fresh scratches along her jaw and temple. Her eyes were closed, long dark lashes tickling a soft, and unblemished cheek, as pale and smooth as the Moon. And there was a serenity to her expression, a calmness that posed a stark contrast to the chaos and horror which surrounded her.

The rest of her had not been left untouched. Sanemi noted that while she appeared to have maintained her limbs, her back was soaked in blood, no doubt the source of the large stain beneath her. Grimly, he noted that her blood still oozed from an unknown wound between her shoulders. Her left arm was stretched out before her, wrist bent at an unnatural angle, its skin mottled from a mixture of the cold and an attempt to bruise before her blood had ceased flowing in her veins. 

Beneath the torn and bloodied haori around her shoulders, were a pair of pants and a fitted, long sleeved top which had clearly seen better days. Her clothes hosted various tears and stains, and she was so caked in blood and mud that it was difficult to further discern her body’s condition.

The crows had said the Lunar Heir was around eighteen years of age, but as Sanemi stared at her lifeless form, all he could think about was how small she looked; how young she’d been, when she lost her life to the brutality of demons.

The thought made his blood run cold.

“No doubt this is her,” Rengoku said heavily, nodding at wounds Sanemi had not noticed on her hands. Squinting, the Wind Pillar spied bruises and cuts in various stages of healing dotting her knuckles and fingers. 

He suspected more lay beneath her soiled clothing.

“Final selection wounds,” the Flame Pillar confirmed. “She must have just returned from the mountain when the attack began. Perhaps she even stumbled into the middle of it.” Rengoku shook his head. “She didn’t stand a chance.”

It was well known that even if one survived final selection, they would likely descend the mountain with some degree of injury. Seven nights without access to shelter, food, or water was difficult enough, but the added danger of starving demons almost guaranteed that one would not emerge unscathed.

She must have been wounded, and severely enough to slow her return home by a few days. Even if she had the skill to hold her own against the swarm of demons that had attacked her village, whatever injuries she sustained during final selection likely sealed her fate.

Sanemi swore, looking over the last of the Lunar Breathing Clan, the acrid bite of guilt and pity seeping hotly into his veins. The poor girl survived the controlled horrors of final selection only to meet an even more grisly end at her home — where she was supposed to be safe. 

Cruelty; utter cruelty, and a damn tragedy.

“She will get a Slayer’s burial, in the Master’s garden.” Rengoku declared firmly, raising his voice so the nearby Kakushi would hear. “She passed Final Selection; she’s one of us.”

“No,” Sanemi said, voice hoarse. “Bury her here with her family.” His eyes returned to the girl’s face, an inexplicable bitterness coating his tongue. “She fought to return to them; let her be with them.”

He lifted his eyes back up to the ochre gaze of the Flame Pillar. Rengoku stared at him for a long moment, before nodding, turning back to the Kakushi. “You heard Shinazugawa. Let’s give them all a proper burial.”

The Kakushi began to move, thorough and efficient even among the horror around them. Sanemi readied himself to assist, moving to stand when his eyes snagged on the girl’s torso, his gaze drawn to the sizeable swath of smooth skin that was exposed to the icy bite of the snow. His frown deepened as he took note of the odd way that her clothes sat around her exposed abdomen. The girl was half laid on her side, but the front of her shirt was bunched and twisted together, like it had been gathered and shoved out of the way. 

His eyes lowered a fraction to the front of the girl’s pants. At first glance, all seemend normal, her trousers fitted at her hips, but that was precisely what caught his eye. The waistband on the girl’s pants slotted across her lower hips, not higher up on her waist as it should have been. One side was noticeably lower than the other, almost as though they’d nearly been tugged off.

Almost as if-

Sanemi felt the hairs on his body rise. Looking over the girl once more, he noted the suspicious lack of claw marks and bite marks to her body; the way that she seemed intact, compared to the bodies of her friends and family scattered in pieces around her.

And her blood — her blood appeared more fresh than what was caked in the snow around them, as though she’d been attacked right before the Corps arrived at the manor’s gate.

“Rengoku,” Sanemi said sharply, and the Flame Hashira was back at his side in an instant. Sanemi jutted his chin toward the girl’s body and Rengoku followed his gaze. He could see the gears turning in his comrade’s head, the owlish Slayer steadily taking note of the odd skew of her clothes and her lack of demon-like injuries.

“How many demons do you know that try to-,” Sanemi ground his teeth at the word that came to mind, his blood boiling hot. “Have their way with victims before eating them?”

“Not many,” Rengoku conceded darkly, a similar anger simmering in his eyes. “Though not unheard of. It is… rare. Most can’t resist their hunger.” 

He fell silent for a moment, contemplating.

“Didn’t you say the house had looked ransacked?” Sanemi turned his gaze away from the girl and towards the broken doors of the manor.

Rengoku’s eyes widened. “Yes. As if someone came in and grabbed anything they could.”

Sanemi nodded. “Bandits. Probably heard about the attack and got excited to loot. Found a body that wasn’t completely torn apart by demons and tried to take advantage.” 

Rather than bile, Sanemi felt anger, hot and lethal, threatening to spill out of him. 

If he found them, they would receive no mercy, human or not.

Rengoku exhaled sharply through his nose, a weariness clouding over his features.  “Though I don’t suppose we can really know for sure. There isn’t enough left of anyone else to compare.”

Rengoku clasped his hands in front of himself, and he closed his eyes, offering a small prayer for the girl. “Whatever happened to her, she’s gone now. Let us ensure she can rest.” 

He turned to head back to where the Kakushi had begun digging graves for the deceased, leaving Sanemi alone once more.

He’d stared the spot where the girl’s body had lain long after a pair of Kakushi gently removed her to ready her for her burial, watching with hollow eyes and a hollow heart as the one of them — a female — tenderly brushed the girl’s hair from her face and straightened her haori. They’d crossed her arms over her middle and gingerly carried her to join the remains of her family.

Hers was the last of the graves to be prepared. The Kakushi were just beginning to pack the mud and snow over her body when one of them collapsed from exhaustion. The group resolved to take a small water break before finishing, and neither Shinazugawa nor Rengoku had the desire to object. 

After all, digging nearly twenty graves was no easy task.

Both Hashira assisted with the effort, and their combined strength and stamina had streamlined the task considerably. While the Kakushi rested, Rengoku departed for the front gates to update Uzui and Iguro, who’d been dealing with the wreckage within the village, assisted by reinforcements of both Kakushi and lower rank slayers called in to assist with the clean up and burial.

In total, over two hundred graves were dug, and not a single survivor had been found.

It was a heavy day — perhaps one of the darkest in the Corp’s history, and its crowning poisoned jewel was the eradication of one of the oldest breathing styles.The news that there was one less defense against the demons was not a welcome one. 

Sanemi had gone to the other side of the courtyard, away from the voices and graves and rising stink of death. Out of sight from any prying eyes, he found a tree and shoved his fist through it, clear to the other side. Splinters of bark exploded around his arm and bit into the skin around his knuckles and palm, but Sanemi could not find it in himself to care; he sought only to break through the silent numbness threatening to consume him.

Because he’d taken refuge on the other side of the courtyard, away from the new burial site, Sanemi did not see the hand and arm that shoved through the pile of earth resting atop the last grave. He did not see clawed fingers sinking into the mud and snow, desperately seeking purchase as the body attached to the arm hauled itself — herself — from beneath the earth, the remnants of her grave skittering to the side as she heaved her body out.

Sanemi did hear the terrified shriek of the Kakushi, and immediately he drew his sword. In the distance, he could hear Rengoku roaring orders at the terrified attendants, though he could not discern the specifics. 

The Wind Pillar came into view of the gravesite right as the girl spilled out from the hole in the ground, using her bare hands to pull herself forward as the rest of her body remained limp.

Sanemi Shinazugawa was not a pious man; in fact, he considered himself rather skeptical of the idea of faith. If there were truly any gods out there, then Sanemi wanted nothing to do with them. They chose to let chaos and devastation run rampant. They chose to let demons exists.

But hell apparently had frozen over, and Sanemi found himself offering a prayer for the girl’s forgiveness as he prepared to behead her demonized form. He hoped she would understand; after all, she’d  joined the Corps intending to rid of the world of the very thing she’d now become.

It was what he hoped one his his fellow Hashira would do for him, if he ever found himself in that situation.

As the Swordsman cocked his blade, ready to strike the crawling demon from behind, Rengoku cried out. “Shinazugawa, NO!”

Sanemi stuttered,  his arm in mid-swing as he neared the demon’s neck. A flash of violet and white shot towards him, and a piercing shriek of metal tore through the sky as Uzui’s blade parried his, the force of the clash knocking him out of the air. A frustrated grunt echoed from his chest, and with great effort, Sanemi twisted mid-air to avoid falling flat on his ass, just barely managing to land swiftly on the balls of his feet.

“What the fuck,-“ His vicious snarl faltered at the expression on the Flame Hashira’s face, frozen and gaping. In that moment, Sanemi’s ears picked up on the faint thumping of a heart beating rapidly and unevenly below him. His nose suddenly burned with the strong scent of iron. The stench of blood so metallic that it could not have been anything but fresh. 

Ears ringing, the Wind Pillar shoved past his stupefied comrades. Only when he was face to face with her did Sanemi finally understand why the Flame Pillar had been so desperate to stop his sword from hitting its mark. 

The three Hashira were not looking at a newly turned and bloodthirsty demon. Instead, dragging her way across the bloodstained, muddied snow, was the Lunar Heir, deathly pale and trembling.. 

The girl whose death they feared doomed the Lunar Breathing House had clawed her way out from her grave with nothing but her hands and sheer will. She’d not been dead, after all.

Slowly, so slowly, her eyes lifted to glare up at the one standing directly before her. Though she strained to raise her head more than half an inch, her silver eyes met Sanemi’s lavender gaze, and a violent chill shot up his spine as he beheld what simmered within them.

Defiance. 

Pain. 

Rage. So, so much rage, relentless and raw. And so very human.

She reached another quivering hand out before her to further drag herself away from her tomb. A thin sheen of sweat coated her pallid skin, and fresh crimson began to seep into the snow beneath her. 

Sanemi’s eyes flit to the stain on her back, where fresh blood oozed from the deep wound.

She was panting, clearly fighting every urge in her body to give in, to let death beckon her back into its sweet embrace.

“I-I’m not dead!” She grit out in between shallow, uneven breaths, her jaw clenched tightly enough to crack her teeth. 

The three Hashira remained dumb and silent for half a heartbeat before-

“What are you all standing there for?” Uzui bellowed. “Help her!” 

The Kakushi sputtered into action, several of them crouching down around the girl to aid her. 

“Don’t touch me!” She screamed, eyes screwed shut and her head bowed defensively over her hands as she clenched her fists into the earth. The Kakushi fell back, looking anxiously to the Pillars to await further orders, but even they were at a loss. After several, harsh breaths through her nose, the Lunar Heir turned her face up, her gaze clashing with Sanemi’s once more.

He recognized the fear in her eyes, visceral and deep. Whatever she’d experienced over the last few hours had overtaken all her senses. She had no logic, no ability to rationalize that she was among other humans, among comrades. 

Instead, all that drove her now was the primal instinct to survive.

And to her, they were another threat.

She continued to try and crawl away from them, but her movements grew even shakier, more unstable, as the blood loss combined with her physical exhaustion. Rengoku caught his comrades’ eyes, waiting to confirm their next move. 

A quick shared nod sent Sanemi stepping quietly into her blindspot. Swiftly, the Wind Pillar struck the pressure point on the back of the woman’s neck with his hand, and she crumpled against the ground, unconscious and still. Gingerly, Sanemi lifted her over his shoulder, mindful of the open wound on her back. 

Once she was secured, the Hashira and their Kakushi began their frantic sprint toward the Butterfly Mansion.

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Comics Masterpost (organised by collection)

Please heed relevant content warnings on each post. Completed collections have physical and digital copies available for purchase on my store.

Soliloquy Down to Three [COMPLETED]

Soliloquy down to Three is an anthology of dark sapphic comics, all of which are a mix of both old and new inspiration. Its title is a line from 'craters', indicating that the phrase "I love you" manages to fit a whole monologue worth of feeling into three words.

The compiled version contains exclusive illustrations for each couple, as well as a secret ending to 'craters'.

1. fishing twine 2. hook, line and sinker (sequel to 'fishing twine) cw: suggestive imagery 3. RED cw: suggestive imagery, blood, murder with an axe 4. RED - epilogue cw: blood 5. patchwork canary cw: mouth + neck mutilation, blood 6. craters cw: implications of suicide

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10PM [COMPLETED]

10pm is a collection of introspective comics that covers feelings of aimlessness, alienation and finding joy in creativity again. Its full title is "It's 10pm. Do you know who you are?" which is a twist on the old PSAs that used to play on American TVs reminding parents to check up on their children.

1. the parade

2. the elevator

3. the machine

4. the candle

5. the stone

6. the dredger

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Hearteaters [COMPLETED]

Heart-eaters is an anthology about the ugliest, gory-est, most heartfelt and most brutal parts of love. Sitting at a whopping 180 pages, Heart-eaters is the longest anthology I've made yet, and took over a year to finish in full.

The compiled books available for purchase on my store contain an exclusive joint-comic to "Shallow Grave" and poem named "Laozi's bowl", as well as 9 original full-page art splashes unique to their assigned stories.

1. the sunset cw: gun violence, death, blood 2. the calamity cw: eye scarring, blood, eye mutilation, gore (minimal) 3. seeing clearer (epilogue to 'the calamity') cw: biblical references 4. shallow grave cw: gravestone imagery 5. bite of winter (joint comic to 'scorched earth') cw: gore, blood, death, cannibalism, dismemberment 6. scorched earth (joint comic to 'bite of winter') cw: blood, death, burning alive, beheading 7. ashes to ashes (prequel comic to 'scorched earth') 8. little dove (prequel comic to 'scorched earth') 9. warmth 10. the fox god cw: emotional manipulation, animal abuse 11. the fields cw: blood, animal death, mild gore and blood

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I put together the illustrations on pixiv! It will be encouraging if you see it!

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— With a s/o who is a writer and illustrator—

FT. Riddle, Azul and Malleus.

♢˚‧ Riddle Rosehearts ♢˚‧

• He would be viewing it with an astonishment.

• You can contrive the world that you want to see by a pen or on the phone? That was a feat from you.

• He'd be a tad bit flustered when you drew his pictures on your sketchbook or wrote about him.

• He was surprised that you always asked for his consent before doing with your pieces.

• How quaint. And you said it's what you must.

• All the more reason for Riddle to keep you with him.

• No one else can have you! They don't treasure you as how he does. He was the most suitable for you.

• “Aren't you a fortuitous one? Not many would make me this way with them. You told me you are into poems recently, isn't it? I have memorized some from the contents and genres you'll like.”

♢˚‧ Azul Ashengrotto ♢˚‧

• He considered that this may be profitable.

• Would you be keen in being his business partner? Your abilities should be honed, he insisted you.

• He won't give you free drinks or food, darling. That would be awful for his famed Mostro Lounge.

• He will hand you a paycheck instead.

• Don't worry, you needn't to concur into his deal.

• Artists and any creators should be praised.

• Azul was charmed to have you as his significant other. He was over the moon because of you.

• If you agreed in accordance, he'd be grateful.

• “Starfish, if I beg you, will you stay with me in Twisted Wonderland? I understand — if you don't want to. Your happiness is the first and foremost but I just couldn't help feeling sad about it...”

♢˚‧ Malleus Draconia ♢˚‧

• He was marveling at your hobby.

• Another who values art and nature as him?

• He falls for you even harder.

• How could he not? When you were empathetic?

• He suggested that he'd play a violin as you were devising your drawings and prompts of drabbles.

• You guys have a quality time.

• Malleus was so happy to have your company.

• You were also like that with him.

• “It's truly a pity. That days and nights went by without stopping, is it not? Child Of— No, I shouldn't refer to you distantly. Are there nicknames or aliases you prefer me to address?”

[call-sign-shark]

Heaven Lavey Shelby

Heaven Lavey Shelby - is the protagonist/reader of the Arthur Shelby x You series Heaven in Your Eyes, but also my Peaky Blinders OC. All info and background can be found in the said series but if you can't/don't want to read it, here are some basic facts below.

She's 25 at the beginning of the series • Arthur's wife • Natural white hair • Blood witch (similar to the concept of Heartrenders) • French • Cold unhinged bitch

🌙 Playlist

🌙 Theme Song: Bang Bang Bang by Sohodolls

𝒮𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐸𝒮

♢ Heaven in Your Eyes

𝒪𝒩𝐸-𝒮𝐻𝒪𝒯𝒮

♢ From Blood We Will Grow

♢ To Bark and Bite

♢ Kaiser Meeting Cyril (requested)

♢ A Bone to Pick With It (requested)

♢ Perfect Lines

♢ Love Ritual

♢ A Slice of Us (Modern!Arthur Shelby x Heaven)

♢ The Woods Whisper 1 (cannibal!AU) || The Woods Whisper 2

♢ Savage Daughter

𝒜𝒮𝒦𝒮

♢ Heaven Shelby Headcanons

♢ What if Arthur didn't exist? Who would be her man?

♢ Height difference with Arthur

♢ What does she think of Arthur's boxing hobby?

♢ How much Heaven has changed from her 1st version?

♢ What bedtime story would she tell to John's kids?

♢ Has she seen the ocean?

♢ Do the Changrettas know about Heaven?

♢ Red talks: Heaven vs Linda

♢ Red talks: Heaven vs Linda 2

♢ May x Heaven AU

♢ The best quotes for your characters

♢ Overthinker or not?

♢ How would a love story Eva x Heaven be?

♢ Would Heaven falls for modern!Arthur from Loose Cannon?

♢ Virtuous Ray of Sunshine x Ex Bad Guy

♢ Takes on hearing Arthur speak Romani

♢ What's Heaven's fav memory of Arthur? And his?

♢ Cute Aggressions towards Arthur

♢ Caption This!

♢ Tommy Shelby x Heaven Poll

♢ John Shelby x Heaven Discussion

♢ Heaven’s past Affairs

♢ How did Amos and Heaven meet

♢ What would Heaven eat at a carnival?

♢ What did Amos and Heaven's relationship look like?

𝐼𝐿𝐿𝒰𝒮𝒯𝑅𝒜𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩𝒮 / 𝑀𝒪𝒪𝒟𝐵𝒪𝒜𝑅𝒟𝒮

♢ Heaven in Your Eyes 2nd moodboard

♢ " Not so much an Angel"Ch.6

♢ "You should be scared of me" Ch.12

♢ Trick or Treat

♢ Heaven in Your Eyes illustrations (by @zablife)

♢ Heaven x Arthur illustration (by @raincoffeeandfandoms)

♢ Heaven x Arthur moodboard (by @runnning-outof-time)

♢ Heaven Shelby moodboard (by @dearshelby )

♢ In Love with An Angel (by @there-goes-thefighter )

♢ Eleanor Shelby & Heaven Shelby (by @dearshelby )

♢ Chiaroscuro, Eva Smith x Heaven Shelby (by @evita-shelby )

♢ Fairy!Heaven Moodboard (by @raincoffeeandfandoms )

♢ Wonderland (by the @evita-shelby)

♢ Partner In Crimes (by @raincoffeeandfandoms)

♢ Party and Trouble (by @peakyswritings)

♢ Shakeaspeare's Play (Kaiser and friends by @evita-shelby)

♢ Bird of a Feather (Tommy x Heaven x Jack x Eva by @evita-shelby)

♢ Bayou Christmas (Mel and Heaven by @cljordan-imperium)

♢ Heaven In Your Eyes ( by @v3n1c3b1tch3 )

♢ Christmas Morning with Arthur and Heaven (by @peakyswritings)

♢ Heaven’s face Imagined (by @heavencanbeaprisontoo)

♢ 18th December with Heaven and Arthur

♢ Heaven As... (Aesthetic tag game)

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♢ Pierced By Cupid (video by @brummiereader)

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♢ Killing Me Softly pt.9

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♢ Garden of Eden pt.3

♢ Girls Night and Broken Glass (for @raincoffeeandfandoms birthday)

♢ Womenland (by @raincoffeeandfandoms about the Eva x Heaven AU)

♢ Garden and Pruning Shears (by @zablife)

♢ Stolen Angel, a John Shelby x Heaven blurb (by @zablife)

♢ Pasts and Future (by @dearshelby)

♢ Snow on The Beach (by @pacifymebby)

♢ Visiting The Bayou (by @cljordan-imperium)

♢ In The Graveyard With Lilith Rose Shelby ( cameo by @chaosinkest1996)

♢ Text Memes (by @rysko )

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Lux's Adventures in Underland

Rating: Mature Summary: While fleeing an impending engagement, Luxanna Crownguard falls down a tree hollow and into the mysterious world of Underland. At first, the strange place appears to resemble the same Wonderland from her favorite childhood book, but she quickly learns that not everything is as it seems. Secrets lurk in this enchanting world, and Lux discovers that from even the best of dreams, one must always wake up. This work is available here on AO3.

Chapter 1: Down the Hollow

The midnight hour was for dreams. And in Castle Crownguard, all obeyed this silent rule, all except for the eldest child, Garen. Instead of dreaming, he pored over maps and charts, spread out on the ornate rug of the parlor. A boy still, of six and ten, he was too young to understand the finer details but hungry enough to try anyway. His tea cooled on the side table, where not even the fire could keep it warm.

But his study was interrupted by a voice.

"Garen!"

He knew the call well, as he had answered it many times before, and he sighed fondly as he rose. Garen stretched before lighting a candle and letting it guide his way up the stairs and down the call, cutting through the darkness.

"Garen!" she gasped when he opened the door, throwing off the heavy bedspread and running to him. His sister, Luxanna, was only as tall as his stomach, so he leaned down to envelope her in one arm.

"Steady on, Lux," he chuckled. "What's the matter? The dream again?"

"Yes!" She clung to him, so much so that he was barely able to set down the candle before lifting her onto his hip. "The Queen of Hearts, she wanted to chop my head off!"

"Well that's curious. What on earth would she want with your puny head?" He flinched against the tiny hand swatting his shoulder.

"She wanted to play croquet with it," Lux sobbed.

"And get your long hair all tangled in the wickets?" He tutted, perching on the thick duvet. "Hardly a sportsman, is she?"

Lux swatted him again, hiding a laugh behind a choked sob. "It was really scary!"

"I'm sure it was," he conceded. Garen reached for the softly bound book on the side table: "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" by Lewis Carroll. He flipped through the pages, pausing on an illustration of the titular character mid-growth after eating an enchanted cake, her neck stretched unnaturally tall. The image disturbed Garen, who grimaced and closed the book. "Perhaps you should read something else, Lux."

"No!" she gasped, taking the book from him and squeezing it to her chest. "No, this is my favorite book!"

"But it's giving you nightmares. And you already have such a wild imagination."

"I'll- I'll get braver," she insisted, straightening her shoulders as she did so. "I promise, I won't call for you anymore."

Garen smiled softly at her. "You can always call for me, Lux." He reached for the book, and she loosened her grip, if not reluctantly. Garen returned the book to it's place on the bedside table.

"Next time," said Lux. "I'll stand up to her. I won't let her chop my head off, I promise. I'll- I'll fight if I must!"

"Our Lux in shining armor," he chuckled while tickling her side, earning a giggle from her. He nodded to the pillow and she crawled beneath the duvet, allowing herself to be tucked in. Garen considered her for a moment. "You know... sometimes, when you're faced with a nightmare, the best thing you can do is wake up and just come home." He tousled her hair. "Don't get lost out there in Wonderland."

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Lux woke with a soft laugh, humor that faded as reality took it's place. The morning light was crisp and cool, the light of late spring. The book was no longer on the bedside table, replaced by a hairbrush, various essays and other literature scattered beneath a blown out candle. Her mother's footsteps approached in the hallway, and Lux allowed herself one plaintive groan beneath the duvet, before sitting upright and pretending that she had been awake for hours, a demure smile masking her exhaustion.

Lady Crownguard was flanked by three handmaids, whose fingers all poked and pricked at Lux throughout the morning. Her hair was combed, tamed, and pinned into place atop her head. She was cinched into a corset, stockings concealing her legs, the chemise and drawers likewise concealed by a light blue petticoat. Today's bodice was stark white with lace creeping up her throat ("Lace is all the rage in London this season," advised Lady Crownguard), a blue ribbon tied at her throat. Lux grimaced under the sensation: she had never been fond of things tight around her neck.

As the torture took place, Lady Crownguard briefed her on the day's events: most significantly, the tea party at Lymere House. Her mother droned on about the various guests in attendance, but Lux truly only cared for one. Ezreal Lymere, the nephew of Professor Lymere. He had just returned from his latest adventure, an expedition to Egypt. Lux had been reading up on the subject and was bursting with questions, hoping to bombard him at the soonest opportunity. She and Ezreal had become good friends, especially after her brother Garen had gone overseas to seek a trade deal in the Americas. Lux, feeling rather left behind, could take solace in Ezreal's adventures... and, more importantly, plan out her own.

The carriage ride was stuffy, as always. Her mother continued prattling about the latest gossip, but Lux had no interest in engagements and babies. Her attention was outside the carriage, watching the woods roll by. A white owl glided through the trees. She imagined herself following the bird, draped in loose-fitting cloth and riding a unicorn through the dappled sunlight.

"Luxanna," her mother's sharp voice. "Are you listening?"

"Yes," Lux lied. "Of course, mother."

Lady Crownguard paused, spreading her handkerchief in her lap thoughtfully. "Darling," she said, and Lux knew to pay attention. 'Darling' was reserved for two things: genuine praise, or serious news. Lux sincerely doubted it was the former. "I um... well, you are a woman now."

She certainly didn't feel like it, even though she knew she ought to, fresh from her teenage years. "Right."

"I was married by the time I was your age," Lady Crownguard said, her tone wistful. "Pregnant, in fact, before my twenty-first birthday."

Lux studied her.

Lady Crownguard reached for Lux's hand, the fabric of their gloves rubbing together. It was the closest to physical contact they ever approached these days. "I only wish the same bliss for you."

A claw of fear itched at Lux's heart. Marriage was inevitable, the doom that befell all young, reasonably well off women. But motherhood, Lux had been hoping to delay. It was just a matter of finding the right partner, which Lux was fairly certain she had secured.

Surely someone like Ezreal, with his hunger for life, would understand her, offer some relief when it came to marital responsibilities. Lux had been putting off the conversation with him, hoping to savor his friendship before they were burdened by marriage and all it's pitfalls, but her mother's meaning was clear: her time had run out.

In the woods, she watched the white owl disappear into the leaves.

Lux composed herself, masking her fear with a smile. "So do I, mother."

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As soon as she arrived, Ezreal asked her to dance. He looked much more put together than normal, his wild hair subdued, his shirt buttoned to his neck, his waistcoat pressed and clean. She terrorized him for it under her breath, earning some smirks and returned comments.

Lux asked about Egypt and he was happy to oblige, his eyes lighting up as he told her of Cairo and the pyramids, sailing on the Nile. At one point, he became too engrossed in his story and they missed a crucial step of the dance, having to rush to catch up and ceasing further conversation. Annoyed by the interruption, Lux pulled him away once the song ended, promenading instead through the garden (always within eyesight, of course. It would be improper to expect any kind of privacy with the man she would spend the rest of her life with anyway).

Ezreal went on and on about ancient cities and pharaohs, legends and myths, and Lux drank in every word like a sweet wine. He spoke of the people he met, the food he ate, the means of transportation and what it was like to ride a camel, a creature which Lux had only ever read about.

"That sounds incredible," Lux sighed.

Someone cleared their throat far behind them: Lady Crownguard, watching from over the rim of her teacup. Ezreal, remembering himself, paused at the rose garden. "Ah, here you are," he said, plucking a white rose. "A pure rose for a pure lady."

"Thank you." Lux accepted the rose, pretending to be charmed. "You know, though, I actually prefer lavender roses."

"Lavender?" he chuckled. "What a queer color for a rose."

She smiled, a soft, fading smile. Lux glanced over her shoulder, though her mother appeared to be satisfied for the moment. "I see we're under the same scrutiny today."

Ezreal stiffened. "W-whatever do you mean?"

"Come off it," Lux said, bumping his shoulder playfully. "I'm not a dunce." She stroked the white petals. "Though I will say," she said shyly. "I'm rather glad it's you."

His eyes sparkled. "You are?"

"Of course," she giggled. "I never thought... well, you know how it is, our world. I never even dreamed that I'd have the opportunity to be with someone who I could explore with, have adventures, sail the high seas." She beamed at him. "And I'm just so entirely grateful."

Ezreal had gone quiet. He guided her to an iron-wrought bench and sat beside her, taking her gloved hands in his. "Lux... I want that, too, I really do. But... well, I'm sorry if I've given off the wrong impression, but... you know that can never happen, right?"

Lux blinked at him. Her heart, feeling as porcelain as a teacup, chipped a little at his words. "What?"

"You see, my uncle won't be around forever, and you won't be very well able to travel if you're with child or taking care of the children." Ezreal seemed more embarrassed than anything, as if he had simply told her that he used to wet the bed. "I thought... you had pieced that together."

More cracks in her teacup heart. Lux took a deep breath, forcing her mask into place. It, too, was cracking. "Right. Of course. Silly of me."

Concerned, Ezreal asked, "Are you alright?"

"I just need some air," she said too quickly, and rose in the same fashion. "I'll... I'll be right back."

There was a hedge near them, and beyond that, forest. Lux managed to keep her steps even as she walked, though she moved too fast. She could only pray that her mother had taken no notice, and as soon as she was behind the cover of the hedge, she bolted. Lux ran, her heels digging into the kept grass and then the unkempt earth of the forest. She found a large tree and threw herself against it, gasping for breath and clawing the ribbon around her throat.

Lux keeled over, wishing desperately to rip the corset off and free her burning lungs. She fought back tears, focusing on her breathing. One, two, three, four. She matched it to the ticking of the clock, one, two, three- wait, clock? Lux whipped around to face the source of the ticking.

A young man stood there. He was leaned back casually against a tree, one hand toying with a pocket-watch, the other deep in the pocket of a long jacket with various colorful designs painted along the hem. She was sure that she had not seen him at the party, as his bright blond locs would have been impossible to miss, matching the color of the concave hourglass symbol painted on his face. He glanced at her and smirked, and she felt like perhaps she had wandered by accident into the presence of some sort of trickster god.

"Oh, I'm-" she righted herself, having regained her breath. "I'm terribly sorry, is this your... glade?"

He was silent for a moment, assessing her, toying with the watch. "Luxanna Crownguard?" American accent.

She eyed him warily. "Yes? And who might you be?"

"Caitlyn sent me."

Lux combed her memory. "Caitlyn? Caitlyn... Kiramman?" She cocked her head to the side. "But... Caitlyn's been missing for months. She was abducted or something, by some woman she met in America."

"Is that what they told you?"

Lux felt suddenly like she was being left out of some joke, and despised the sensation. "You still haven't answered my question. Who are you?"

"... My name is Ekko. If you want to see your friend, you should come with me."

"What?" Lux looked back over her shoulder, but all that was visible at the edge of the forest was the hedge. She was surprised how little progress she'd made while running, after what felt like a marathon. "N-no, I... I shouldn't. I should be getting back." She paused. "Perhaps you ought to call Scotland Yard. I'm sure they'd be happy to assist you with..."

His smirk had faded. He blinked at her, slowly. He sighed, and with a decisive flick of his wrist, shoved the watch back into his pocket. "If you change your mind, follow the white owl."

Lux stared after him as he returned to the forest. "Pleasure meeting you," she offered half-heartedly, before composing herself and returning to the party.

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The next hour or so was a haze. Lux, who had not been given the proper time to grieve the loss of her dreams, drifted about, let herself be shown where to sit and when to speak. She avoided Ezreal as much as she was able, hiding in swaths of the other young ladies. When her mother asked what she was doing, she said simply, "Letting him pursue me," which seemed to satisfy Lady Crownguard immensely.

During one riveting conversation about finger sandwiches, Lux noticed a woman at the edge of the social circles. She had been outcast, it seemed, invited still but not quite part of the crowd. Lux caught her sharp discerning eyes, and excused herself to meet the woman halfway, taking her stiff arm. "Lady Kiramman," Lux said, trying hard to sound warm.

Lady Kiramman seemed on edge, but accepted her greeting well enough. "Luxanna. It appears while I wasn't looking, you blossomed into a beautiful young woman."

"Thank you." She stuck to casual talk first, about the weather and Mr. Kiramman and finger sandwiches. When there was a lull, Lux murmured, "I... was wondering if you've heard from Caitlyn at all."

Lady Kiramman's eyes narrowed, as if assured that her suspicions were correct. "I know nothing more than the gossip column."

"I'm not trying to gossip," Lux said, unsure how to convince her of her earnest. "I'm just worried about her. How long has it been now?"

"... Seven months."

Lux winced, feeling a stab of guilt. How could so much time have passed without her realizing it? "That's dreadful. I'm so sorry."

Lady Kiramman shrugged it off, but Lux noticed her teacup shaking ever so slightly as she raised it to her lips. "I warned her, you know. The Americas are no place for a young woman of her fine breeding."

"Then why did she go?"

"Our ward, Jayce, invited her." Lady Kiramman sighed. "They had always been good friends, you see, and he had done well for himself at university. He even had a promising business arrangement with one of his classmates. Of course, that all fell apart when they both disappeared as well."

Lux's breath caught. "What?"

Lady Kiramman studied her, trying to discern her intentions. "Yes, haven't you read the papers? That's part of the whole scandal. Caitlyn, Jayce, and a few others all disappeared in a matter of weeks, including some prizefighter woman that Caitlyn had... befriended." She said the word through gritted teeth, which gave Lux the impression that it was not the most apt description of the relationship, just perhaps the most polite. "You really haven't heard any of this?"

Lux looked down at her folded hands, embarrassed. "No, I'm afraid... I suppose I heard something, but I'm not one for gossip."

"... An admirable quality." Lady Kiramman sipped her tea again, lost in thought. "There's nothing to be done about it, unfortunately. Neither the American nor British detectives I've hired were able to find anything." She paused, her face betraying her grief for only a moment. "I just hope that, wherever they ran off to... they're safe."

Before Lux could ask any more questions, a bell twinkled at the gazebo. She was ushered forward at the head of the crowd, up the gazebo's steps and all but into Ezreal's arms. Once everyone was in place, their shining faces all watching, Ezreal began his speech.

Lux found it impossible to concentrate on his words, however. Her gaze kept wandering to the crowd, all those waiting eyes. Her mother and Professor Lymere were front and center, though while the former seemed to be waiting with bated breath, he looked as if he wanted this to be done with so he could get back to his study and plan the next great adventure.

The thought drew her back to Ezreal. For so long, he had been her ship in the storm. She could bear all the drudgeries of society if it meant that she had someone, anyone, who could help her achieve her own desires. She had thought Ezreal was that person, but now, she saw him clearly. His adventures had never been hers to share: they were his prizes, something for him to bring home and simply permit her to awe. Their children would be blond and bright-eyed, their sons racing off to the next adventure while her daughters stood at the window, imaginations only taking them as far as the edge of the forest.

The forest. She could almost feel it's presence beyond the hedge. She wondered if Ekko was there, watching her through the branches. Was that where Caitlyn and company were being kept? Somewhere in some hollow tree, starved and tortured and begging for help? Perhaps it was the timekeeper himself who trapped them, and she was being lured, too.

Ezreal knelt. Had he already asked the question? He had stopped speaking, his cheeks flushed with nerves. He must have asked then, though she hadn't heard it.

After a long moment of silence he cleared his throat and asked again.

Someone spoke, and Lux realized it was her own voice. "I..."

Lux looked up once more, meeting the rigid gaze of Lady Kiramman.

"I..."

She was trapped anyway, wasn't she?

"I..."

White feathers glided above the crowd, eliciting screams from the younger ladies and 'Dear lord!'s from the older. The owl disappeared beyond the hedge, and without another thought, Lux took off after it.

As she ran, she tore the ribbon from her throat, discarding it at the white rose bush. The gloves followed, crumpling like small white corpses at the hedge line.

The owl led her deep into the woods, far deeper than she would have ever dared to go on her own. Lux's heart pounded in time with her running feet. She had never felt so alive.

In a distant glade, a large tree loomed, a massive hollow gaping in the center of the trunk. The owl dove into it. Lux caught herself on the edge of the bark, peering into the hollow. The darkness stretched away into oblivion.

A voice called to her from far behind. Lux steeled herself, hoisted her skirts over the edge, and fell.

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Prompt#2: How your mc would be like if they studied in another wizading school?

♢♢ Host: @stupendousbookworm

Tittle: A memorable afternoon after school and friendship

Mc: Hillary,Akiel,Leiretta and Zephyrus

♢♢ Written by @leiretta

Idea & Illustration: by me

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❖ illustration (from left to right): Akiel <Yosamu>, Hillary <Toppuu>, Leiretta <Shunrai>, Zephyrus <Seiran>

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✢ New students entering the school, after classes, will be brought home safely by very cute vehicles, which are large-sized petrels before they turn 11 years old.~~

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“Four of us, again.”

“Isn’t it good, Kiel? We can enjoy this adventure for the farthest of all the students!” Hillary says enthusiastically.

It has been a week since Akiel Kawaguchi, as well as every seven-year-old wizards and witches living in Japan, started learning his first lesson at Mahoutokoro School of Magic. As school tradition, before officially boarding at their elevens, these young wixes are flown back and forth to their homes every day on the backs of a flock of giant storm petrels. 

Akiel, together with Hillary and two other senior students, are always the last ones to get off their petrel. Naturally, they quickly became friends. None of them has ever felt tired of the long distance from the new school to their home, because, as Hillary said, the adventure can be described as enjoyable, except for the fact that it’s quite modest to say so. The petrel’s plumage is so soft as the finest velvet. The clouds surrounded look like giant cotton candies floating. The sun at its last hours of a day takes their breath away everytime. Anyone would agree that this adventure is beyond spectacular, but having a chance to truly experience it is one of the privileges of Mahoutokoro students. 

Of course, Akiel loves this daily journey to every single minute. But if asked, that’s not the best part. Actually, he never thought he would ever have friends. The boy had always been isolated by his peers due to his strange hybrid features. But the girl who is now sitting next to him, Hillary, has always been so nice to him from the last day they met, not to mention Zephyrus and Leiretta ‘senpai’, all of them don’t discriminate or hesitate to play with him. He hasn’t felt so blessed for a long time.

“Look like our boy’s head is in the clouds?” 

“Literally and figuratively.”- Leiretta continues Zephyrus.

“Well well, the young…” The older kids giggle. Maybe one more year of experience got them the better ability to hide their overwhelming faces before this scenario. But of course, teasing their little friend a bit couldn’t hurt.

“You are only one year older than us, Zephyr!” Hillary replies at once. “Ignore them Kiel, look at that cloud! It looks like a Kneazle, doesn’t it?”

“And that one’s a Knarl!” 

They laugh together, the most carefree laughters one has in their life. Although having seen quite many times, Akiel is always impressed with this girl’s smile. Hillary’s smile is as bright as the sun far over there. He doesn’t know why, but seeing this face of Hilly makes him happy, maybe as if he were eating Chocolate Frog, or as the Charms professor was complimenting his performance this morning. No, maybe even happier. Then Hillary must be the one with the most beautiful smile, or she is such a great witch that her smile is enchanted too, he thinks so.

“You say, did they forget the elderly here, Zeph?” - Leiretta’s voice from the behind.

“I already told you, the young these days…”

“Zephyr, you idiot!!” - Hillary turns around.

Just like that, these wizarding children's day-ends are always filled with laughter. No one knows what the future holds, but one sure thing is, these days will be imprinted on their minds as one of the most beautiful parts of their school years~~

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SERIES MASTERLIST

I decided to create a secondary post to gather works and content related to the series but also to keep readers informed about news/updates/pauses. This post will be reblogged at each addition/news.

Updates date: ‼️last chapter published 26/09, READ HERE ‼️

Trailer video:

♢ Pierced By Cupid (video by @brummiereader)

Featured in...:

♢ Killing Me Softly pt. 5 (Cameo by @brummiereader)

♢ Killing Me Softly pt.9

♢ Garden of Eden (Eva Shelby x Heaven Shelby by @evita-shelby)

♢ Garden of Eden pt.3

♢ Girls Night and Broken Glass (for @raincoffeeandfandoms birthday)

♢ Womenland (by @raincoffeeandfandoms about the Eva x Heaven AU)

♢ Garden and Prunin Shears (by @zablife)

♢ Stolen Angel, a John Shelby x Heaven blurb (by @zablife)

♢ Pasts and Future (by @dearshelby)

♢ Snow on The Beach (by @pacifymebby)

♢ Visiting The Bayou (by @cljordan-imperium)

♢ In The Graveyard With Lilith Rose Shelby ( cameo by @chaosinkest1996)

Moodboards:

♢ Heaven in Your Eyes illustrations (by @zablife)

♢ Heaven x Arthur illustration (by @raincoffeeandfandoms)

♢ Heaven x Arthur moodboard (by @runnning-outof-time)

♢ Heaven Shelby moodboard (by @dearshelby )

♢ In Love with An Angel (by @there-goes-thefighter )

♢ Eleanor Shelby & Heaven Shelby (by @dearshelby )

♢ Chiaroscuro, Eva Smith x Heaven Shelby (by @evita-shelby )

♢ Fairy!Heaven Moodboard (by @raincoffeeandfandoms )

♢ Wonderland (by the @evita-shelby)

♢ Partner In Crimes (by @raincoffeeandfandoms)

♢ Party and Trouble (by @peakyswritings)

♢ Shakeaspeare's Play (Kaiser and friends by @evita-shelby)

♢ Text Memes (by @rysko )

Taglist: @adaydreamaway08 @theshelbyclan @jomarch-wannabe @esposadomd @zablife @woofgocows @anathemasworld @anastasia000 @kate654 @kxnnxy @babayaga67 @meowtastick @shelbyssins @sarai-ibn-la-ahad @bluevenus19 @raincoffeeandfandoms @kishie8 @zablife @alexandra-001 @dearshelby @alexizodd @emotionalcadaver @helen06dreamer @kmc1989

A/N: Also, I've finally found a FC for Heaven, isn't she cute? Nevertheless, as she is written as Reader, you are all free to imagine her how you want to. She's also yours somehow, so be free to ignore the face I've found for her. This is just the closest of how the author personally pictures her.

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