#Fem altair

[khonshu-spector]

Meow meow meow

[noficbyhalves]

(Soooo... whumptober huh? We're not talking about how this "just a quick scene" became over two months and almost 3k in my notes app, and it still isn't finished. "Oh I'll just wrap this one up and then work on one of the skies whump prompts" I am a clown and a fool) Anyway enjoy Altaïr being a walking disaster, as usual lmao:

"They will see the Assassins as their common enemy because of me. Because eight powerful men on both sides of this war are dead by my hand. Robert will not need to twist any words because we are already damned. And I am his instrument." She fought to swallow the lump in her throat. "My blade is his."

Malik's pen froze mid-stroke. "You are treading awfully close to treason, Altaïr."

A bitter smile curled across her face. "You of all people know I have every reason to take our mentor at his word. But he's been keeping secrets, important ones. Leaving us fumbling in the dark."

"And you expect me to trust your blind assertions over his, is that it?"

Altaïr shrugged. "We can never know anything, only suspect. I suspect this business with the Templars goes deeper, and I cannot let that lie. No matter how little I like where it leads."

Malik was quiet, contemplative.

"As a dai, maybe he will give you answers instead of silence." She offered.

"As a dai, I cannot leave the city."

Had that always been the case? She had no idea, the comings and goings of bureaukeepers had never been important to her before.

"Walk amongst its people, then. Perhaps you'll see something I could not."

Malik stared at the half-written letter on the counter.

"Fine. I'll... look into it. I cannot promise you anything."

"Your ear has been enough, dai." She bowed, finding she well and truly meant it, and turned to leave.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Arsuf," was out of her mouth before she registered that he probably meant it rhetorically.

"Fucking- you're covered in blood and blatantly favoring your right arm. The guards will swarm you in minutes. Sit down."

It was unsettling that he had noticed that when Altaïr hadn't even been doing anything. "I'm fine," she said.

He gave her an unimpressed look.

"I'll patch it on the road," she hedged.

"And risk taking on Robert with a raging infection? Are you out of your mind?"

If only the gash were lower, closer to her forearm. Then she could roll up her sleeve to expose it. "Malik, I can't," she whispered, gesturing loosely at her own torso to avoid the risk of prying ears. A bureau full of brothers taught to eavesdrop as babes was no place to keep secrets.

"I know it's not... ideal. But unless you have someone in the city I can send for..." He sighed, raking his hand through his hair. "I'll do my best not to look more than I have to."

It was a nice sentiment, if entirely pointless. Malik's eyes were not the problem. "The brotherhood is always watching," she said. 

She couldn't see any novices peeking around the doorways of the bureau, but that was likely due to her own state, or Malik's exacting standards for those under his command. A master assassin visiting your post was uncommon enough that gawking at them was a frequent pastime for fledgling assassins. God knew she and Malik had both done so, back when they were young and starry-eyed. Altaïr's recent notoriety certainly wouldn't reduce the appeal.

Malik frowned. "It's only me." 

<...>

"Everyone stationed in the city has gone to ground. I didn't want to risk de Sable's men retaliating. So that won't be an issue at the moment."

She hesitated. It went against every instinct she had. 

(But Malik was still here, when all others were scattered to the winds. Not unarmed - she had no doubt there was a longsword hidden somewhere within easy reach - but alone, and out of practice. And the bureau's grate had been open, waiting for her, despite the turmoil in the streets. It felt like forgiveness, like faith, in a way too overwhelming to contemplate. If she looked at it directly it would blind her with gold, gold, gold.)

Altaïr stepped back into the office. Her bloody hands fumbled at the straps of her sword belt, setting it on the counter. Disarming herself one layer at a time (frankish blade, janbiya, two sheaths for throwing knives but only half of one full, she should check if Malik had spares).

Malik seemed content with her compliance, and turned to gather medical supplies from the shelves. "If it's as bad as I think it is," he said, "you'll need to be my other hand. Putting stitches in one-handed is deeply unpleasant."

She wasn't sure if he meant for her or for him. In her experience one-handed stitches were vastly preferable to tightly wrapping an injury and hoping for the best, even if they were an uncomfortable bloody slog to put in. Malik would at least have the benefit of not having to feel his own handiwork in the process.

Her fingers hesitated for a moment on her cowl. She hadn't been bare-headed in a bureau for... probably ever at all. Circumstances being what they were, it was unlikely to ever happen again.

With a deep breath, she pulled both it and her mask over her head, thumbs raking through the fuzzy overgrowth of hair near her ears. She would need to shave it again, but that was a problem that could wait until Robert was dead.

The rushlight seemed brighter without a hood to mask it, but the silence was somehow more pronounced. For once Altaïr could clearly smell the incense permeating the bureau - sandalwood and something fainter she could not quite place. It was... nice, to have something other than sweat and blood and death lingering in her lungs.

Pulling her robes off was not a comfortable experience, but at least the layers below kept them from sticking too badly. She would begrudgingly admit (if not out loud) Malik had been right about the quantity of blood on them - her sash had masked most of it when she was only looking quickly, but the rusty swathes were garish without it.

(She would've liked to point out that very little of what was visible on the outside was her blood, but that was a losing battle if she ever saw one)

"What happened to your armor?!" Malik's voice cut through the path of her thoughts.

She glanced down at herself, checking if the bracer with her hidden blade had somehow been seriously damaged. But the only piece in poor condition was the one on her wounded right arm, which was to be expected.

Most assassins rarely used armor in the traditional sense - aside from the occasional Masyaf-bound brother who had chosen mail over his own advancement. It typically consisted of a layer or two of boiled leather, cut specially to avoid impeding movement. They wouldn't save a man from a direct hit, even if he had small metal plates stitched in critical locations like Altaïr did, but that wasn't really the point. A man who could not avoid direct injury as a full assassin was already a dead man walking, but the leather could absorb the occasional glancing blow that got through one's guard and keep them from piling up into something more debilitating.

This blow had been... much more significant than glancing. Thankfully it didn't seem to have hit bone. Still, she wasn't sure it warrented that dramatic of a reaction - if she needed stitches in her flesh why would her armor be in any better shape? 

"She had a greatsword?"

"Your breastplate, novice!"

Oh.

She had forgotten those were usually part of one's kit. It wasn't like she made a habit of being near brothers when anyone was less than fully equipped.

"...you have to get those fitted, Malik," she whispered.

He stared at her, some emotion flitting across his face faster than she could catch.

Altaïr briefly considered pulling her cowl back on, feeling suddenly very exposed. Instead she opted to tug at the ties of her bracer, peeling the rough edges away from the bloodsoaked mess of her arm.

"Let me."

Malik's voice was uncharacteristically soft. He waited for her shaky nod before loosening the lacings with nimble fingers. Altaïr could feel his sharp inhale at the first clear sight of the gash. The bleeding had mostly slowed (another benefit of the bracers - built-in compression), but it was a deep, ugly thing, ragged on one edge and sticky with half-congealed blood. It would certainly leave a scar.

At first Malik tried to roll up her shirtsleeve, but it was so soaked that it pulled something awful. Her vision swam as the pain spiked, going white-hot and bitterly numb in turns. She couldn't tell if she had made a noise or if it was just the ringing in her ears.

"Stop," she hissed, shoving him away and squirming out of her shirt. It was still agony yanking her arm out of the sleeve, but it was blessedly brief, and she caught herself on the counter before her knees could even think about buckling. Altaïr turned the motion into a hop to sit upon it, within arm's reach of her pile of armaments. She was pretty sure her face was schooled back into neutrality by the time she was seated. The dark spots scattered across her sight only lasted for a few seconds.

By the time Altaïr registered the visible discomfort on Malik's face, it had already disappeared. "Don't get blood on my fucking counter," he groused.

[honeyhotteoks]

across stardust - six (j.yh); section two

summary: you and yunho have worked together for years, idol and makeup artist, but until today you’ve never touched him skin to skin. when the world tilts on its head from just a brush of his cheek, you realize he’s so much more than a crush, he’s your soulmate. five | six (section 1); (section 2) | series masterlist 🔗read on ao3 ✨across stardust pinterest board

note: the end. thank you all so much for loving this story and being so kind and supportive. this fic has meant the world to me, and i hope you all are happy with the ending. there will be a short epilogue posted soon, but for now our story comes to a close.

tags/warnings: idol!yunho, makeup artist!reader, fem!reader, soulmates au, soulmate identifying marks, soulmate tattoos, tattoed!reader, anxiety/nerves, some general angst and upset emotions, allusions to a bad household growing up and cptsd, very frank coversations about idol life, pr, etc. saesangs and saesang invasions of privacy, discussions about delulu both fun and not okay delusion, but then also smut! including…. oral m!receiving, throat fucking, messy oral, cockwarming, dom!yunho, sub!reader, actual d/s dynamics even if it’s kinda not defined, subspace but reader doesn’t know that’s what it is, fingering, dirty talk, fingers in mouth, light degredation, mostly praise, heavy on the good girls / pretty girls, cowgirl, absolutely intense multiple orgasms, creampie, dw they don’t need to wrap it up they’re married and in love

pairings: yunho x reader

genre: fantasy, romance, smut || soulmates au

word count: 21.9k **note, this part was too long again for tumblr! please make sure you've read section one first! linked here!

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You spend the day in a daze, alternating between naps and needy touches, almost every second spent in the sheets. Finally, Yunho pulls you both into the shower and makes you something to eat, leaving you with nothing to do but explore the house as you stay away from your phones. 

You find a little library, a private study, a few more bedrooms with their own luxurious tubs and views of the ocean. Eventually you stumble into a wine cellar, and Yunho jokes about popping what looks to be the oldest bottle of champagne you’ve ever seen. 

You settle on a more recent, modest looking bottle of white and hope no one notices it’s missing after you’re gone. 

With the sky finally dark outside, as Yunho uncorks the bottle and finds some glasses, following you out onto the patio. 

He pours you both a glass before he settles into his own seat next to yours, but then he sighs pleasantly, “The storm really cleared up,” 

“Mhm,” You nod towards the inky sky, “look at that moon,” 

His eyes follow yours to the wafer thin crescent that cuts a bright white shape over the water, “It’s so beautiful here,” 

“You can never see the stars like this in Seoul,” You let your head fall back to take in the lights above you. 

“We’re always in cities,” He says softly, “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen stars like this.” 

“Me either,” You murmur, “I wish I knew any of the constellations,” 

He smiles, studying the sky, “I only know a few,” 

You turn to look at him, watching as he looks at the sky, trying to discern patterns from the dusky night above you. 

“There,” He stretches out a hand, pointing up, “my mother always talked about Lyra,” 

“Where?” You lean in, trying to follow his gaze. 

“The brightest one there,” He points, “and then there’s another bright one just below it,” 

It takes you a minute, but you see it, and you nod, “I got it,” 

“There’s two stars there, Vega and Altair,” He smiles softly, “Vega’s the highest one, the brighter,” 

“Your mother told you stories about the stars?” 

He drops his hand and turns towards you, a warm expression on his face, “Only this one, I’d forgotten about it until just now.” 

“What’s the story?” You ask, settling into your chair. 

“You know that old myth? The farmer and the weaver who fell in love at first sight?” He says, and you nod. It’s a famous myth, a sad one too. Two lovers separated by circumstance, cursed to meet only once a year, but still they can never manage to make it back to each other. Every rainy season is said to be their tears, falling down on the earth as they reach out for each other in the sky. 

“My mother always said that’s where soulmates come from,” He says warmly, glancing back up at the sky, “it’s God atoning for keeping the first soulmates eternally apart, and that they watch over all of us now from the sky.” 

Your heart aches, tears pricking at your eyes, “And that’s them?” You nod towards the two bright spots in the night. 

“That’s them.” He nods. 

“Well,” You soften, “I think your mother’s right, I think they’re watching over us.” 

Yunho goes quiet, nodding as he blinks back his own rush of emotions, “I like that idea,” 

“Me too,” You take his hand, running your thumb over his knuckles. 

For a moment you both just listen to the waves on the rocks and the wind in the grass, the crackling stretch of the way the night moves around you, but finally he laughs softly, humorlessly, “We should just stay here forever, who cares about being an idol when we could be living on a beach and stargazing,” 

You give him a small smile and squeeze his hand, “I know,” you murmur, “but we can’t avoid it forever,” 

He nods, “I know,”

You turn towards him, “I think we should check on things,” 

His eyes stay on the sky, but he nods, “I think you’re right.” 

You could decide to live in bliss, shut your phone off completely for the few days you’re in Jeju, but there’s no point. The longer you wait to learn the fallout, the more and more the anxiety will eat at you. No amount of orgasms or movie nights or expensive bottles of wine can distract you from that forever. 

The pit in your gut started up again a few hours ago, and you both know it’s time. 

You dip back into the bedroom, grabbing both of your phones from their place on the nightstand and then walk back out onto the patio, setting them both on the little table between you.

“Should we do this?” He asks, nodding towards them. 

You nod, taking a sip of wine for courage before setting it aside, “Let’s get it over with.” 

You both pick up your phones, but Yunho secures his hand onto the leg of your chair and tugs you across the patio floor until your chairs are flush together, and you lean against his arm. 

“Together,” He says in a nervous exhale. 

He presses the side button on his phone and the screen lights up and you watch him grimace when he sees the sheer number of notifications. 

“God,” You breathe. 

“Let’s just,” He swipes them away, hesitating on his home screen to decide what to do, “I don’t know, let’s get the worst of it out of the way.” 

Your stomach tightens as he opens Twitter. 

It’s immediate. His name is a trending topic and reluctantly he clicks on it. 

The top tweet makes his hand tighten on the phone - What are we to do if idols can betray us like this now? Do you expect us to cheer? To care about streaming when we know it’s all for a lie?

Your eyes flick from his phone to his face, but he’s stoic, not a flicker of emotion. 

He scrolls and you take in a flurry of tweets as fast as your eyes will allow. 

Jeong Yunho, I really cared about you and this is what you do? Break my heart like this? 

Was every I love you a lie?

What was he supposed to do? Ignore his soulmate? Be serious, none of you would do that if it were you. 

He’s been lying to us for months. MONTHS.

He sucks in a sharp breath, and you look up. 

“It’s alright,” You murmur, “we knew some people would take it hard.” 

He doesn’t say anything this time, he just nods towards the phone and you feel a tender pull of anxiety inside you as you look back down. 

There, plain as day in a photo gallery, is your picture. 

“Oh,” You breathe, “that was fast,” 

The sound of your soft voice breaks his concentration and he wraps an arm around you, “It’s okay, we’re okay,” 

You nod, but your eyes are still glued to the post. The pictures of you are clearly from moments where you were just any old staff member behind them. You’re working, face passive, half the time wearing a face mask, and almost every photo is grainy since there was never a photographer focused on you. It’s a strange sensation seeing yourself like this, encapsulated in a tweet and picked apart in the comments. 

You reach out a hand and tap the hashtag of Yunho’s name and yours together. 

“Oh, fuck,” Your breath dissipates in an instant, the top post here something you never expected to see. 

It’s a video, two clips side by side, both only a few seconds in length. They’re zoomed in shots from Incheon Airport, the day of your return to Seoul from the Europe tour. Perfectly clipped and positioned in frame is your fall, a loop of yourself being shoulder checked and falling forward to your knees. The second video is the same moment, but a wholly different camera, Yunho in focus, lurching forwards at the moment you drop to your knees, his eyes wide. San stepping into frame cuts off Yunho’s expression. 

It’s a thread, this moment clipped from different angles. Comments from all sides assaulting you at once. 

Ah!! Look he’s so worried!! I’d swoon if Yunho did that for me. 

K-drama in real life?? These men do exist??

This was months ago and they’re only announcing it now? Something weird is going on. 

Seems fake. 

How long has she worked at KQ?? They’ve been lying for years.

Is this her? Does anyone have other pictures? 

I’d kill for him to look at me like that.

You pull back from the phone, covering it with your hand and shaking your head, “I need a second,” 

His lips press to your hairline, “You’re okay,” he assures. 

“I know,” You manage, “I just… how do you stand it?” 

“The comments?” He rubs your back, “mostly I don’t look,” 

“I mean that was two seconds,“ You blink, “and everyone thinks they know something,” 

“They don’t,” He reminds you, “let’s be done,” 

He starts to tuck his phone back, but you shake your head and tug it back into your hands, “No, no, I want to know,” 

“y/n,” He sighs, “don’t, if it’s too much don’t. Things are always worse on the first day something gets announced anyways, we can wait to look,” 

You glance at him, reading his pained expression, but you have to keep going. 

You flip through tweets again, mostly the recycled takes you’ve already seen and reshared pictures. Your heart nearly stops when you scroll far enough to see a thread, higher quality photos of you, ones you recognize from your Instagram. Betrayal burns in your gut knowing that someone in your following list turned over photos of you the second they realized they could make a dollar off it, but that feeling snuffs out like a light as you see the comments, something more panicked coiling in your gut.

y/ln y/fn - What we know about Jeong Yunho’s secret wife. An ongoing thread, will be updated with more information as we learn it. 

Internally you try to scoff at the whole thing - but it’s hard to maintain that level of casual scorn when you actually see the information being shared. 

“Fuck,” Yunho’s hand rests on the back of your neck, “this needs to be reported,” 

Your age, your job title, how long you’ve worked at KQ. The name of your high school, the fact that you have one sister, the brief tidbit that you and Yunho are both originally from Gwangju. Photos of you are attached to each post, group shots with friends where their faces are blurred but not yours, mirror selfies, photos Iseul took of you on various tours when you were sightseeing. 

Yunho lets you keep scrolling despite the tense muscle in his jaw, but he loses any amount of his composure when he sees the top responses to the thread. The first comment has him yanking the phone out of your hands in hopes you didn’t read that far down, but he knows the minute he sees your expression that you took in every word. 

Not pretty, and so trashy with all those tattoos. Totally not his type, he must be so disappointed in his match. 

“Baby, no,” He drops the phone on the table and sinks down into a crouch in front of you, hands on your knees, “don’t listen to them,” 

“I’m okay,” You tell him, trying to work through your initial impulse to burst into tears. 

“They don’t know me,” He looks up at you, his face clear and determined, “they don’t know you, us. They’re jealous, they’re fucking idiots. You’re beautiful, you’re mine, you’re my girl,” 

“Yunho,” You try softly to interrupt, to tell him you really are okay, but he keeps going. 

“I could never be disappointed, never,” His hands rub back and forth over your thighs, “I was so fucking happy the second I realized it was you,” 

“Yunho,” You smile, “I know that, I already know,” 

He cups your cheek, “But,” 

“It hurt for a second,” You admit, “but you’re right, they don’t know us.”

His face softens and he strokes the side of your face gently, “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, “this is why I didn’t want you to see it. People are so mean for nothing,” 

“I’m a big girl,” You murmur, turning your hand to kiss his palm, cupping it to your cheek as you look back at him, “and they’re just words,” 

He nods. 

“Does it get easier?” You ask him, “People looking into your life like this?” 

He clears his throat lightly, “Honestly?” 

“Yeah,” 

“Not exactly,” He shakes his head, “and I know right now you feel like you need to read it all because it’s about you, but the only thing down that path is heartache.” 

You kiss his palm again, nodding into his touch. 

“The members and I,” He says, “we all learned young that it was better to leave what people say online be. We have staff to handle serious threats or issues, but we don’t search our names or scroll through comments on our posts, it’s better that way.” 

“I can see why,” You sigh. 

He nods, dropping his hands to your hips and pulling you forward on the chair a little until your knees are pressed against his chest, “Listen,” he murmurs, “they’ll talk themselves out, we just have to let them.” 

He squeezes your hips as you say, “Some people said good things,” 

He smiles, “Yeah,” 

“That’s good I guess,”

“Mhm,” He stretches his neck, connecting his mouth to yours in a quick kiss, “it’s really good,”

Deep in your gut you feel a relentless pull, something in your body wanting you badly to keep scrolling, to fall down the rabbit hole and dig into every little thing. You want to defend yourself, to set the story straight, even though you know you shouldn’t. Your eyes flick to the phone again and Yunho’s hands pulse on your thighs. 

“Babe,” His voice is low, serious, “let’s let it go. We saw it, we know enough for now.” 

“Kay,” You breathe, pulling your eyes back to him. 

He cups your cheeks, pulling your lips to his and then stands up, grabbing his phone off the table, “Go get comfortable, okay? Pick another movie, and I’ll see if they have any snacks in the kitchen,” 

“What are you doing?” You ask, studying his face as he types. 

“I need to call Gyu-uk,” He says honestly, “and message Harin. They probably know about the photos, but I want to make sure, and I don’t like that your personal information is getting spread around like that. It’s not long before it’s a phone number or something else, I want them to keep an eye out for your contact information, your address, and be sure we’re good here too.” 

Nerves bubble in your gut, but you nod, “Are you worried?” 

His eyes flick up, unsure how to answer. 

“I’m okay,” You remind him, “I can handle it if you are.” 

His jaw tenses and relaxes, and then he nods, “I’m worried because it’s you, but I didn’t see anything in the posts that made me worry more than I already was,” 

His honesty makes your shoulders relax and you nod, “Okay,” 

“Alright,” He breathes, dialing on his phone and leaning down to kiss the crown of your hair, “I love you. I’ll just be a few minutes,” 

He pads off into the house, the phone pressed to his ear. 

Alone on the patio, you settle back into the deck chair and draw your knees up, resting your head in your hands. The breeze from the ocean makes you shiver a little, but the quiet of the night is comforting. You can hear Yunho’s voice in the background, not enough to really make out his words, but enough to still feel him close. 

Your hands itch to pick your phone up and dive back into everything, but you trust him when he says the end of that road is heartache. It’s a fine line between curiosity and obsessive compulsion and you’re a little afraid you won’t recognize it when you step over it if you let yourself look again. 

Another minute passes, the niggling impulse still pressing at your mind, and with a sigh you grab your phone anyways.

You’ll stay off social media, that’s for sure, but a full day without your phone still leaves you curious about what’s going on in the outside world. 

The first thing you see is a notification from Instagram letting you know you have 719 new follower requests and you swipe it away with a little burst of panic. You avoid Twitter entirely, and open up your texts. There’s too many to wrap your mind around. Messages from friends you haven’t spoken to in years, a few distant relatives, and you mark those as read and dismiss them with ease.

Iseul sent you a simple message to let you know she was here when you finally looked at your phone again, and you resolve to call her tomorrow. You have kind and encouraging messages from all of the members, which warms something in your chest, knowing that they’re supporting you both, but it’s Hana’s texts that you open up and read in full. 

She’s written a string of messages, all separated by random amounts of time. Some hours, some minutes, and you smile as you catch up on her stream of consciousness. 

Yunho’s post was perfect. If you’re reading this, put your phone down and get back to your honeymoon. 

Fuck anyone who says you two aren’t meant to be. 

This industry is insane, you were right. I’m about to ask Em to start hexing people. 

Sorry - I shouldn’t be telling you about that bad shit. If you’re looking at your phone you’ve already seen it, I didn’t mean to add to that. 

Okay wait - there’s a bunch of good stuff too. I feel like I can tell you about that? These girls on Twitter are Yunho fans, they’re saying you’re really pretty and this whole story is like that one K-Drama? The one with Lee Dong Wook - the one you like. 

“I bet he’s so in love with her if he made KQ announce it” - These girls are good.

You burst out laughing at that, and then keep reading. 

Okay you’re probably having a great day with your new husband and that’s exactly what you should be doing, but let me know when you do see these. I just want to know you’re both doing okay. 

OH AND

Other idols are commenting on Yunho’s post. You’ve got a lot of people in your corner, so stay strong. 

Anyways text me when you can. 

Her last text is a few hours old, and you wonder if Em physically removed the phone from her hands to keep her from frantic scrolling and deep diving. You’ll call her tomorrow too, but for now you tap out a simple message. 

We’re doing our best to stay offline, so just seeing these. All okay here, just focused on enjoying our time and pretending the internet isn’t tearing us apart. I’ll call you tomorrow, but I love you so much. Thanks for being my best sister.

It’s a little joke you two always used to say to each other, calling each other your best sister even though you only ever had each other. All the times you had to be there for each other when no one else would have your back, all the times it was just the two of you against everything. It’s been a long time since you’ve said it, maybe since you both lived with your parents, and you hope she reads it and knows exactly what you’re trying to say. 

You let your phone drop back into your lap and take a deep breath, looking back up at the stars. You’re not a praying person, you don’t believe in saints, but if Yunho’s mother is right, you think you could believe in stars. 

With a silent thought up to the constellation above you, you make your peace with the chaos surrounding you both, and then you take your wine glasses with you as you walk back into the warm house, following the sound of Yunho’s voice. 

As you round the corner to the kitchen you hear his hums through the receiver, acknowledging whatever Gyu-uk is saying on the other end. He’s leaning up against the far wall, his head hanging as he listens, nodding to himself, and you smile at the sight of him. 

For a split second, the image of him in this kitchen is more domestic than being actually married. If you forget about the circumstances, he just looks like a husband, your husband, in what could be your kitchen. You’ve known him for years, but he’s never looked more like a man than he does right now, dressed casually in gray sweatpants and a black tank top, his bare feet on the kitchen tile, wedding ring on his finger, barefaced, his black hair messy and unstyled. 

“Well that’s good,” Yunho says into the phone and you wait in the doorway to avoid interrupting. 

He listens some more, nodding to himself again. 

“She’s good,” He smiles, his eyes still downcast, “she’s handling it better than we did as rookies,” 

Warmth curls in your belly at his words. 

Yunho laughs at whatever Gyu-uk says, straightening up and catching sight of you finally. He smiles at you as he replies to Gyu-uk, “That’s for sure,” 

Now that he’s seen you, you step into the kitchen properly and set the wine on the counter, moving around the island towards him. 

“We will,” Yunho says, reaching for you as you get closer, “thank you,” 

As he tugs you into his chest you hear Gyu-uk’s reply, “We’re handling it, don’t worry, Yunho.” 

“I’ll try,” Yunho says honestly, dropping his lips to your hair, “thank you,” 

“Alright, kid,” Gyu-uk says with a sigh, “I have to go. Stay positive, and go spend some time with your wife, okay?”

“Mm,” Yunho acknowledges, and the line clicks dead. 

You give it a few minutes, letting the silence stretch, but then you nudge him, “We’re okay?”

He nods, head bobbing against yours. 

“What did he say?” You ask. 

“The usual,” He admits, “they’re taking care of it, Harin’s team is already aware, we should stay offline and enjoy the sunshine.” 

“Did you tell him it rained all day?” 

Yunho snorts a soft laugh, “I should have,” 

With your arms wrapped around him, you rub his back and press a kiss to his chest, “Hana said there’s a lot of positive comments too, and a lot of other idols saying supportive things on your post,” 

He nods, “Harin says the response is better than expected,” 

“That’s good,” 

“Did you talk to Hana, how is she? How’s Em?” He asks. 

“Just caught up on her texts,” You pull out your phone and open the messages back up, passing it over to him, “I’ll call her tomorrow.” 

His eyes skim over the messages and you watch a smile spread over his face, “I love your sister,” 

“Same,” 

Yunho nods, kissing your forehead as he passes back the phone. 

You sigh into him, “Let’s do more movies, let’s relax for the night.” 

“Just us,” He murmurs. 

“Just us.” 

He holds you a little longer, needing you close after everything, “We’re going to be alright, I think,” he finally says. 

“Yeah?” You nod into his chest, your face tucked against the warmth of his soulmark.

“I have you,” He murmurs, emotion thick in his throat, “my heart, that’s all that matters,” 

Tears well in your eyes, and let your lips linger on his chest. 

He rocks you gently, whispering promises against your hair, nothing in the world so important as his skin on yours, his body and your body right where they’re supposed to be. 

When the wave of emotion passes, you leave your phones in the kitchen, and spend the night just the two of you. The couch piled high with blankets as you cuddle close, catching up on all the movies you’ve missed constantly touring. You stay up late, what would be too late on any other night, but tomorrow is just another empty day of possibility. You fall asleep with him on a couch so big it wouldn’t even fit through the door of your tiny studio apartment, your lives completely different than they were this morning. 

In the morning you wake up in his arms. 

The sun shining brightly through the wide windows, the storm having washed away any trace of clouds. 

It’s been a while since you’ve woken up without fear or anxiety or creeping loneliness, but somehow, you both know that part of your lives is over, and with deliberate slowness, you stretch into the day.

You did the hard thing. Now, you just get to live. 

With a new lightness in the bond, you leave the house. 

Without masks or disguises, you walk down the street hand in hand. You take the little path to the sandy beach a few blocks over from the house and walk down to the water together. Despite the unseasonable warmth, it’s still quiet, just a few older couples walking along the shore. There’s not a soul around that would recognize him, but you still feel weightless, free. 

At the water’s edge, Yunho wraps his arms around you from behind, his hand in yours, wedding rings nestled together.

To anyone watching you’re sure you look like just another young couple in love. 

In a way, that’s all you really were from the start.

Your heart and his, one steady beat. 

Everything else, background noise.

No world but yours.

No wonder but yours.

[tag-if]

THE ADVISOR'S GAME ;

[DEMO]

You are an assassin, a professional, a contract killer. The pay is good, and your clientele are more than happy to keep your identity well under wraps. You take whatever work comes your way, and you don't ask questions.

Until.

An anonymous job offer. An envelope with cash, an image of your target with surprisingly crisp quality, and a non-descript note, left on the doorstep of your home.

'Kill the eldest royal for the other half of your pay.'

That's how you ended up here. Undercover in the royal palace. As the newly appointed royal advisor.

---

Are you a bloodthirsty killer, or do you kill out of pure necessity? Do you want to fish around for your mysterious employer, or do you want to live in blissful ignorance?

Make or break alliances, and maybe (reluctantly) fall for someone, as you navigate the intricacies of royal life, all while trying to figure out exactly why you were sent on such a risky job (and by who).

Do try not to get fired, and good luck. ★

"The Advisor's Game" is an 18+ (for mentions of death/violence, non-descript gore, etc.) mystery-romance, with 5 (subject to change) gender-selectable romance options, as well as cast of characters to befriend or antagonise.

[note; one RO will be gender-locked non-binary, however all ROs will be romanceable by any gender of MC]

NSFW TAG (to block, if wanted); a palace scandal

[more under the cut]

ROMANCE OPTIONS;

[AGES]

A. Bellefleur ; Aleron - Alize / the crown royal (your target) / m/f

The (supposedly) well-loved eldest child to the reigning monarchs, they appear in public regularly and often participate in council meetings— clearly someone takes issue with this...probably.

A. has lightly freckled ivory skin and grey-blue eyes, in similar fashion to their siblings. Their hair is a dark-ish auburn and messily cut to the top of their ears (fem A. has it similarly messy, however it falls to their chin in choppy waves)

[neutral to friends (to lovers) ; neutral to disliked ; neutral to respected] ★

K. Valiev ; Kostya - Katja / the head guard / m/f

An odd figure, unassuming, almost strangely approachable. They are quiet, and kind, and always smiling...so why do the older guards seem terrified of them?

K. is an olive skinned individual with a small scar running up over the right side of the jaw, and their eyes are dark brown. Their hair is a chestnut brown and is kept in tight curls, though they occasionally braid them (when they have time).

[friends to lovers ; neutral to friends (to lovers) ; friends/neutral to disliked] ★

A. Caras ; Altair - Arali / the royal physician / m/f

Their bedside manner leaves much to be desired, they are no nonsense to the point of being borderline rude, yet the whole palace sings their praise as though they are an angel (you don't see it, personally, but maybe you will eventually).

A. is an individual with vitiligo, leaving patches of their naturally sienna skin instead a pale ivory, as well as whitening some strands of their fringe. Their eyes are a bright green, and their honey blond curls are kept short (fem A. has longer curls, around chest length, that she keeps up in a ponytail for work).

[neutral to respected ; neutral to disliked ; neutral to friends (to lovers)] ★

T. Bellefleur ; Talbot - Tallis / the middle royal / m/f

The younger, but not youngest, sibling to the crown royal. They don't like you much (then again they don't like many people much), but you're not sure about that knowing glint in their eye when you interact— what do they see in you?

T. has heavily freckled beige skin and almost eerily pale blue eyes. Their hair is a fiery auburn and cut into a messy undercut (fem T. has shoulder length hair, covering an undercut at the back).

[enemies? to friends (to lovers) ; enemies? to respected] ★

M. Serrel ; Marin / your fellow assassin / nb

You had to do a double-take when you saw them, and so did they, it seemed someone wanted you two in the palace at the same time...but why?

Marin is a sienna skinned individual, with hazel eyes (on the greener side) and almost black-brown hair. Their hair just brushes their shoulders in length and falls in soft waves, though they quite often have it pulled into a half up bun/ponytail.

[rivals to friends (to lovers) ; friends (to lovers) ; friends to rivals ; friends to friends with benefits (to lovers)] ★

NOTE; for all romances MC must befriend the RO of their choice first, otherwise they won't consider anything beyond some light flirting. Additionally, in the case of A. Caras and T. Bellefleur, the romances will be slower burn (especially Caras).

[hart269]

Slithering Hearts

Chapter 2

Pairing : Regulus Black x Fem!reader

Synopsis : You begin an unlikely friendship with the little Black. And soon your whole life seems to have become a tumultuous pathway. The catch, James Potter is your brother.

Notes : A ride in Hogwarts express and the awaited House sorting

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

You were showing off your new owl to your mom, Euphemia, who smiled at the owl "He indeed is cute, what have you named it".

"Altair" you had exclaimed when James came running, more like dragging one of his friends.

"Mom, mom, meet him, It's Sirius" James exclaimed pointing at the other guy who stiffly bowed,

"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Potter".

Euphemia smiled pushing him up by his shoulders, "There's no need for such formalities dear". Sirius smiled, relaxing, then he glanced at you and smirked, "You must be the baby potter"

You turned at your brother glaring, "Baby potter", to which he just shrugged.

Turning to Sirius, you extended your hand, "I am Y/N Potter, one year younger, so not a baby".

Sirius chuckled shaking your hand, "If that pleases you".

Euphemia laughed, "Okay now, Sirius why don't you join us, we were gonna go for ice-cream". Sirius looked conflicted, "I would have loved to Mrs.Potter but my mother would kill me if I don't return back". Euphemia nodded, "Later then".

The rest of the shopping went by quick, you had brought many new books, like :-

"A detailed guide to mastering the first year " by Hana Dygh

"The Dark Forces : A Guide to self protection" by Quentin Trimble

with some other light reads. After you two had brought everything required, living and non living, you left the alley with a new member, Altair.

You were packed for Hogwarts, standing at the station you hugged your mom, while your dad was telling James to take care of you, since he was the older brother, which james grudgingly agreed to, earning a light slap on the back of his head. You hugged your dad and told them goodbyes, promising to write to them.

You got on the train with James, who wandered through the cabins before stopping on one where two boys were sitting and talking. One of them was comparatively small, with little eyes, while the other was quite lanky, with was a strange scar running down his neck, he was to first to glance up.

"Hey Mate", they all hugged each other while you stood quite awkwardly at the side, "And this is my sis, Y/N", you shook their hands as they introduced themselves,

"Peter Pettigrew, nice to meet you"

"Remus Lupin, pleasure to meet you"

"Pleasure to meet you too", you said shaking his hand, there seemed to be a wound on his wrist too, it seemed fresh, like an animal's claw, was he attacked, however you didn't stare, instead moved to sit beside James.

The train gate was banged open, huffing wildly, Sirius was standing there grinning, "Hello Guys" he grinned, however behind him you saw the same boy you had seen at the pet shop, he seemed almost embarassred at Sirius's antics, more so as everyone's eye shifted to him.

"This thing here is the new pride of the noble house of Black, Regulus" Sirius announced patting his shoulder.

The boy, Regulus seemed to cower more in itself, glancing tensely, until they landed at you, stopping in recognition. You smiled extending your hand to him, "Y/N Potter". He gently shook it. "Regulus Black"

The train ride was quite tense at first but then, it slowly eased into a more comfortable environment as everyone began talking about their summer, you learned about the various books Remus has read, about Sirius's "evil" as he claimed mothter. However, Regulus sitting infront of you was mostly reserved, so you tried your best to open him up.

"I named my owl Altair, what did you name yours?"

Regulus seemed to be lost in a deep thought, before blurting "Vega"

"That's a nice name"

"Thanks" he uttered the lightest pink dusting his cheeks.

The dusk came soon as the sun dipped into the horizon. The train landed at Hogmeade station, which you looked at wide eyed, it was a beautiful sight, you had heard them talk about it but it was different actually looking at it.

"Open your mouth a bit more and it will fall off" James snickered, leading you to hit him. "Okay, zouwu, first years go by the boat, don't fall in the river"

Sirius snapped his head at you, "Zouwu"

James turned excitedly, "It's a really funny story, on-oomph" James huffed as you hit him again, and fell silent after you threatened him with an embarassing story of his. They all went to the carraiges while you and Regulus joined other 1st years on the boat ride.

The boat you were on consisted of you, Rgulus, a girl named Ismelda and a guy named Barnaby. The dark lake was pitch black, with only the reflection of lights hung on your boats.

Barnaby searched his pockets, "Do you want to see in the black lake, I have someth-" a splash echoed as he slipped into the lake, without thinking you jumped after him, in the icy cold water. Seeing only darkness, you wildly flung your hand until your hand graabbed his leg, holding it you broke the surface, barely able to keep up, you felt two pair of hands wrap around you pulling you and Barnaby up, who coughed and gasped.

Regulus looked at you, "Are you okay?"

Barnaby spluttered, "I'm fine", causing you to snort.

Soon both of you were dry with a swoosh of Professor McGonagoll's wand, who looked at you pointedly, something about potters always present during troubles, and led to the great hall for house sorting. One by one students were called and sorted, leading a cheer from their respective houses. Regulus went before you, sitting apprehensively at the stool.

"SLYTHERIN"

You glanced at Sirius, who visibly slumped, eyes glinting with dissapointment. Regulus looked relaxed but solemn. And soon your name was called, before the hat covered your eyes, you saw James giving you a thumbs-up with a wide grin. Sitting in anticipation, you waited in baited breath, suddenly a voice spoke to you, in your mind,

"Hmm, you seem to have a wandering mind yet its sharp, theres bravery, potential"

Thrn it was a sharp silence, and a loud cheer as your ears rang and you tried to make sure you had heard correctly,

"SLYTHERIN"

[st4rvving4rtist]

꒰🎰꒱ Aventurine SNPT pack

requested by anon ♡

System Names𓈒

The Roulette Wheel⸝ Jackpot Collective⸝ Peacock Feathers⸝ Final Victors/Final Victors Collective⸝ Clovers/Clover Collective (associated with good luck)⸝ Winning Streak Collective⸝ Poker Chips⸝ Full House Collective⸝ Vegas Lights Collective⸝ Golden Chains (Collective)⸝ The Winner’s Circle 

Names𓈒

fem ;

Marigold⸝ Angelita⸝ Rouge⸝ Akira⸝ Agate⸝ Ruby⸝ Em/Emmy (Emerald)⸝ Amber⸝ Almas⸝ Jewel/Jewell⸝ Aviana⸝ Circe⸝ Mavis

neu ;

Atari⸝ Onyx⸝ Citrine⸝ Carnelian⸝ Alexandrite⸝ Sapphire⸝ Wren⸝ Absinthe⸝ Roulette⸝ Riley⸝ Robin⸝ Birdie⸝ Cypher/Cipher⸝ Vasha⸝ Card/Kard⸝ Spade⸝ Luck/Lucky

masc ;

Altair⸝ Aven⸝ Callum⸝ Arden⸝ Ace⸝ Diamond⸝ Heart/Hart⸝ Kierian⸝ Casanova/Nova⸝ Zen⸝ Seth⸝ Jack⸝ King⸝ Dex/Deck 

Pronouns𓈒

spade/spades⸝ heart/hearts⸝ card/cards⸝ die/dice⸝ chip/chips⸝ ve/ver⸝ xe/xem⸝ it/its⸝ she/her⸝ he/him⸝ they/them⸝ flaunt/flaunts⸝ rich/riches⸝ luck/lucks⸝ jest/jests⸝ dice/dices⸝ gem/gems⸝ fool/fools⸝ trick/tricks⸝ light/lights⸝ star/stars⸝ roll/rolls⸝ gold/golds⸝ coin/coins

Titles𓈒

The Final Victor⸝ (noun) Who Can’t Lose⸝ The Luckiest (noun/none) Alive⸝ The Golden Shackled Avian⸝ (noun) Who Wins Them All⸝ (noun) With a Golden Tongue⸝ (noun) with Luck on (noun)’s Side

[snuffedcat]

Requested by anon! I lost the ask somehow?? But hopefully I remember it correctly.. “adult sapphic fem, hyper fixated on nature / space”? It was something along those lines! Thank you Anon for your request!! :D this is right up my valley, and hopefully it’s up to expectations.

︵ ₊ Name :: Nova , Nebula , Lyra , Solara , Juno , Mercury , Willow , Fern , Cedar , Ivy , Ember , abyss , altair , astra , comette , knox , stella , stardust , jupiter , skye , pluto , milkyway, verta, clover, honey, oak , cedar , river , fawn

︵ ₊ pronouns :: she/zir/em/faer/space/planet/universe/nebula/star/shine/heat/void/cosmo/nova/astro/supernova/glow/abyss/antenna/scurry/fossil/dino/alien/spaceships/ufo/moon/ring/🌍/🌙/🪐/👽/bug/beetle/moth/deer/faun/doe/wild/leave/rain/dawn/garden/florence/flora/grass/moss/nature

︵ ₊ terms :: prn who shines in the night, prn of stars, the cosmos, bathed in the glow, dancing through saturn's rings. the star gazer, shooting star, the orbiter, prn who comes from the woods, prn who sings with birds

︵ ₊ genders :: all of the following have feminine twist to them! Stariverusa, lumicattic, lavendercosmic, multivercous, universpacic, rainynightgender, stargrapegender, spacecatdoggender, moongender, starmarked, fidgetcubic, snowstarthing, swirllstaremojigender, lumigender, consentellunyx, nocturlance, earthic, stormcomifc, purplestaric, galaxic, bloomgirl, sungirl, sproutgender, stonerthing, stargirl, biolumistarric, vinegender, pillbuggender, froggender, leafdripsoundic, foremizzlen, goblincoric, genderuttumna, dandedappline, foreststaric, forestcoric, naturegender, plantgender, floragender, komorebian, floradeeric, forestgender, naturebodiment, mossgender, naturecomfic, dreamgender, rainsleepic, hangingstaric, shakergender, rainydream,

︵ ₊ Presentation :: fem presenting. Presents as adult, snail, and alien.

︵ ₊ cisIDs :: Snail, ADHD, writer, artist, painter, harmless, kind

︵ ₊ transIDs :: autismseverity (worse), fully non-human, wheelchair user, forearm crutches user, service dog, biology researcher, biology major, Asian, time traveler, astronaut, alien, minus weight, cryptic, cryptozoologist, historian, warmbodytemp, transsummer, leafshaped pupil, planet shaped pupil, childhood, drooling, college grad, DPD, Schizotypal

︵ ₊ otherIDs :: tris autism, permahydrated, permacozy, perma living in forest, permaharmless, permaunharmed, permaadult, permaessa, sapphic

︵ ₊ ageID :: perma27

︵ ₊ physical age :: 27

︵ ₊ age requirements :: treat as adult

︵ ₊ species ID :: snail, alien, beetle, cryptic

︵ ₊ physical species :: snail, human

︵ ₊ disorders / MUDs :: DPD, Schizotypal, MAA, GDS, CNSD, has a condition similar to GDS but with nature, adhd, autism

︵ ₊ symptoms that stand out :: Very hyperactive and manic when it becomes nighttime- will often try to stay awake only at night, misses big events in life due to space/nature, has a delusion that one of her stuffies is her child, has delusion that her ESSA talks to her

︵ ₊ paras :: 🍯🐾⚾️🧵 📚🌱🌧️

︵ ₊ functions :: interest holder, happiness holder, obliviousness holder, academic productivity

︵ ₊ sources :: N/A

︵ ₊ kins :: willow from TOH, shelly from DW

︵ ₊ aesthetics :: goblincore, cottagecore, aliennature, twillightcore, art academia, art nouveau, bloomcore, fantasy astronomy, green academia, whimsigothic

︵ ₊ likes :: all things Space, all things Nature, books, painting, earths history, bugs, journaling, learning

︵ ₊ dislikes :: ppl who are mean to bugs, debates, loud noises, misinformation, beef jerky, ham

︵ ₊ music :: crane wives, the oh hellos, the amazing devil, comso sheldrake, the paper kites, hozier, florence + the machine. folk music

︵ ₊ boundaries :: no loud noises, do not talk negative about interest, no reality checking unless trusted, be careful with touch, dont correct her during rants

︵ ₊ notable traits :: she is very bad at understanding social situations, cares deeply about those around her but sometimes cant express it right, often has a flat tone of voice

︵ ₊ appearance :: darker skin with freckles, long green hair that's commonly put up into a ponytail/pigtails/braid/two braids, snail like antennas, snail shell backpack, dresses in earthy clothes with a gothic twist, sometimes dresses whimsigoth

︵ ₊ typing quirks :: h🌿ll🪐 h🪐w are 🌱🪐u?

e=🌿 y= 🌱 o= 🪐

︵ ₊ hex codes :: 9b7ba7 84a77b 3e423d dcc3e7 719593

︵ ₊ sign offs :: 🍃⛅️🏞️🌱🌿 🧺🐌🚀🪐🌕🌑☄️🛸

︵ ₊ other notes :: she's overall a very sweet and caring gal!!

[names-mart]

heyo, was wondering if you could find some uncommon names themed around sun/morning/sky in general? pref masc or gender neutral, but fem leaning names are also cool

stay awesome, dude

--🔪 [🏖️]

SUN

Apollo, Aurora, Cyrus, Elio, Soleil, Aditya, Aelius, Albert, Altan, Anatoly, Arun, Blaze, Eliana, Áine, Aarush, Alba, Apollonia, Castor, Dawn, Horus, Samson, Solana,Agim, Aidan, Elena, Helen, Eilidh, Noor, Eleanor, Esperance, Sora (Croatian)

MOON

Artemis, Mahina, Laila/Lyla(Hebrew and/or Arabic), Esther, Aidana, Aynur, Aysima, Aylin, Chandra, Dilay, Hilal, Hodesh, Menodora, Selene, Adhara (Arabic/Hebrew), Orion, Star, Luna, Elara, Callisto/Callista, Jerah (Hebrew(?)), Jaci (Indigenous/Tupi), Chantara

SKY

Aella, Sky/Skye, Astra, Aurora, Cassiopeia, Celeste, Cielo, Lyra, Aethra, Alizeh, Alya, Araceli, Atlas, Halley, Jupiter, Orion, Altair, Amalthea, Andromeda, Aster, Azure, Ouranìa, Danica/Donnica/Danitsa/Nika/Nica, Soraya, Setareh (Persian)

!! Disclaimer !!

I put an origin next to names I assumed or knew were closed. However, I do not know the origins of every name listed. Please do your research before using these!

[twicecondemned]

MEGA PACK

Names: Noli, Radium, Izma, Acid, Savior, Neodymium, Lachlan, Keir, Balen, Jareth, Jonah, Malice, Lanish, Weaver, Monarch, Beckett, Niko

Age: agevoid

Gender: male, male leaning nonbinary, cassgender, gendervoid, genderfluid, bxy, gxrl, radiumgender

Pronouns: he/him, they/them, shx/hxr, it/its, radio/radioactive/radioactiveself, radium/radiumself, melt/meltself

Orientation: homosexual

Species: robloxian

Roles: pain tolerator

Sign off: 💜, ☢, 🎵

Likes: radium, uranium, radioactivity, his fixation, gaming, coding, brainrot

Dislikes: being told to be quiet

IDs: Cisharmful, cishacker, trissplitface, cisbrainrotted, cisuraniumscentic, trisnecrosis, transARS, cisNPD, cisadhd, transpossessive, cisradiumbl00dic, permabl00dynose, cispurpleglowingeyes, cisnohair, berriharmful, transb1g0t

Names: Guest 666, Morrigan, Brennus, Sekhmet, Neith, Artemis, Freyja, Yama, Andraste, Nemesis, Severo, Itzal, Raven, Circe, Medea, Vindicta

Age: guessage

Gender: genderpunk, transgender female, female, girlflux, agender, fem leaning nonbinary, demigirl

Pronouns: she/her, fang/fangself, claw/clawself, scare/scareself

Orientation: lesboy, sapphic

Species: robloxian

Roles: social anxiety holder, nervousness holder

Sign off: 🐏, ❤, ⭕

Likes: Her friends, quiet rooms, making people happy, appeasement to friends

Dislikes: abandonment

IDs: Trisharmed, cishairy, cisfangs, trisredeyes, cishorns, trishooves, cisbackpain, translegpain, cistail, trischronicpain, transASPD, trisseminonverbal, cisBPD, cisbl00dbagamian, cisdemontailic, transb0n3pupil, cisblackfur, transcherryscentic, cish4t3d, omnih4rm3d

Names: Azure, Venge, Tristan, Keira, Caelus, Emery, Banshee, Kali, Blaise, Xis, Macbeth, Hamlet, Yuri, Mazda, Hecate, Santiago, Shiva

Age: permaadult

Gender: nonbinary, androgynous, genderpunk, male, boyfailure, bxyflux, agender, unlabeled

Pronouns: he/him, they/them, ten/tenta/tentacles/tentacleself, slime/slimeself

Orientation: bisexual

Species: robloxian

Roles: avenger

Sign off: 🐙, 🦑, 🟣

Likes: Small rooms, music with meaning, choir songs, small animals

Dislikes: sharp objects

IDs: Cisharmed, retriharmful, cistentacles, trispurpleeyes, cisstraighthair, transblackhair, cisscars, cisautism, cistranst0ur3tt3s, transnobl00d, cist3nt4cl3s, cisblackhair, grapescentic, compharmful, cisk1ll3r, transrevenge, permaheadache, permah4t3d

Names: 1x1x1x1, Desdemona, Sinis, Virulent, Detesta, Enmita, Oblita, Rancida, Nefret, Zla, Dyspepsia, Mallory, Lilith, Bellatrix, Mortis, Erin

Age: ageless adult

Gender: Genderfluid, genderflux, girlflux, boyflux, genderpunk, agender, hategender, genderhate

Pronouns: he/him, she/her, they/them, it/its hate/hateful/hateself, fury/furyself, rage/rageself

Orientation: unlabeled

Species: robloxian

Role: anger holder

Sign off: 💚, 📗, 😡

Likes: peace, revenge, being able to let out anger

Dislikes: sitting still, arguments

IDs: Cisharmed, ciswhitehair, trisredeyes, transzippermouth, transhacker, cisbipolar, doomedASD, cissch1z0phr3n1c, trispsych0s1s, boneamian, cisoneeye, transstraighthair, transmeltingplasticscentic, retrib1g0t, permav1ct1m, permatr4um4t1z3d

Names: John, Fawn, Lark, Hawk, Roe, Dorcas, Callum, Arden, Altair, Peregrine, Rudy, Roscoe, Dove, Capella, Lowell, Ezio, Todd, Lenny, Corbin

Age: permamiddleaged

Gender: Bxy, genderwhat, male, demiboy, doggender, gendercreature, genderfang

Pronouns: he/him

Orientation: heteroflexible

Species: robloxian

Role: nonhuman anger holder

Sign off: 🔰, 📘, 🏴

Likes: growling, being himself, physical contact

Dislikes: restraints

IDs: Transharmed, ciscorrupted, ciscorruptedarm, trisgrowl, transnonverbal, trishacker, transamn3s14, cisanxiety, transclaustrophobia, cisbronzebl00d1c, transcrossedyeyes, cisstubble, dirtscentic, transtr4nsf0rm3d, trans4bus3d, transbru1s3d

Names: Rook, Shaitan, Anasi, Punk, Autolycus, Arlo, Klee, Raffles, Kasumi, Carmen, Urakami, Itachi, Voleur, Escroc, Brer, Carmen

Age: ageless

Gender: male

Pronouns: he/him, it/its

Orientation: homoromantic demisexual

Species: robloxian

Role: gatekeeper

Sign off: 🖤, 🏴, ✒

Likes: Control, clean, fresh food, cats

Dislikes: loss of control, being subservient

IDs: Transharmful, trisharmed, cismilitaryfashion, cissergeant, cissmoker, transdelusional, cisintrusivethoughts, transoilbl00d1c, cisblackbl00d1c, transhypermobile, ciseyebags, transblackeyes, cisshavedhair, noscentic, transb1t3r, trans4bus3r, transm4n1pul4t0r, cis4bus3d, transb34t3n

Names: Chance, Felicity, Clover, Felix, Penny, Zane, Micah, Sage, Evangeline, Fisher, Lucky, Quinn, Jesse, Blaine, Faye, Eli, Iris

Age: perma20's

Gender: masc nonbinary, male, boyflux, demiboy, andrygenous, bxy, boyfailure, gamblegender

Pronouns: he/him, they/them, gamble/gambleself, chip/chipself, card/cardself, dice/diceself

Orientation: Pansexual

Species: robloxian

Role: risk taker

Sign off: 🎰, 🎲, 🎱, 🃏

Likes: Winning, being lucky, taking risks

Dislikes: sitting still, losing

IDs: Cisharmful, trisharmed, cisdrinker, trissmoker, cisgamblingaddict, translightsensitive, transrich, cisBPD, trisaudhd, transgoldbl00d1c, permasunglasses, permaeyestrain, transcurlyhair, cisblondehair, cispatchymustache, transv0dk4scentic, cis4bus1v3, cisenabler, cisbr41nw4sh3r, cis4bus3d

Names: Dusekkar, Destiny, Esmerelda, Enki, Gwydion, Gaia, Farah, Althea, Ramil, Briony, Jadis, Ondine, Rhian, Merlin, Vidar, Wulfric

Age: ageflux

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Pronouns: she/her, pump/pumpkin/pumpkinself, wax/waxself

Orientaton: unlabeled

Species: robloxian

Role: narc supplier

Sign off: 🎃, 🔮, 🔷

Likes: pumpkin flavor, flame, warmth

Dislikes: cold, headaches

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Names: Taph, Nash, Nitro, Rocket, Pyra, Ember, Flash, Quake, Spike, Thunder, Ignite, Sizzle, Inferno, Rumble, Jolt, Sabre, Vortex, Eruption

Age: ageless

Gender: genderless

Pronouns: no pronouns

Orientation: homosexual

Species: robloxian

Role: hyper holder

Sign off: 💗, ���, 😻, ▪

Likes: explosives, clouds of smoke, nicotine

Dislikes: Sterile scents

IDs: Cisharmful, trisharmed, cisbomber, trisfacecovering, cisparasocial, transnonverbal, transemojispeaker, cisPTSD, trisdepressed, transBPD, cispinkbl00d1c, cisbl00dyt34rs, transfogeyes, cistype2chair, cisblackhair, saltscentic, cisb0mb3r, trisch34t3r, trisc0ntr0ll1ng, transfinalboy, cisf0rc3d

Names: Builderman, Volcan, Mackabee, Mjornir, Acisclus, Kyy, Martell, Miles, Igor, Martin, Ludwig, Finn, Valerian, Aaron, Griff

Age: perma50s

Gender: Male, boyflux

Pronouns: he/him

Orientation: homosexual

Species: robloxian

Role: soother

Sign off: 🔨, ⚒, 🛠

Likes: physical activity, working out

Dislikes: being sweaty

IDs: Cisharmful, cisadmin, trisallpowerful, transpower4bus3r, cissouthernaccent, cisshort, ciswealthy, ciscollegedropout, trisaudhd, nullNPD, transcoffeebl00d1c, permablackeye, cisinfaredvision, cisstraighthair, transbrownhair, sweatscentic, cisc0ntr0ll1ng, berriharmful, trisgr00m3r

Names: Elliot, Jaden, Atlas, Lou, Boris, Tidus, Lewie, Harvey, Vive, Luis, Sebastian, Jorge, Cesar, Luciano, Damian, Dante, Enzo, Ivan

Age: permaadultteen

Gender: male, female, boyflux, girlflux, forcemasc, forcefem, bxy, gxrl, demiboy, demigirl, pizzagender

Pronouns: he/him, she/her, pizza/pizzaself, grease/greaseself, slice/sliceself, cook/cookself, food/foodself

Orientation: bisexual

Species: robloxian

Role: regulator

Sign off: 🍕, 🔻, 🟨

Likes: eating, cooking, serving others

Dislikes: being hurt, being teased

Ids: Cisharmed, transharmful, cisminimumwage, trisdisgruntled, trisrespected, cisbestemployee, translefthanded, cisNPD, trisASPD, cisautism, cisinsomnia, ultrakillamian, permabl00dsh0t, trans4ahair, transblonde, trismorem3l4n1n, transpatchyfacialhair, pizzascentic, cisgr00m3r, transb1g0t, cism4nipul4t0r, cissu1b41t0r, transmissing, transhurt

[khonshu-spector]

Um....eh...Fem!Altair sketch!😳

[demigoddessqueens]

Haytham having a breakdown from all the shit he went through with his sister, Jim and Birch and his fem!s/o comforting him? he just needs to cry, scream and get all that grief out

Thank you for your request anon!

A/N - honestly EVERY SINGLE one of them needs to, down to the whole family line starting with Altair

If he were to ever cry; first, it’s a rarity in it’s own way because Haytham and feelings are an unlikely duo.

And then second, don’t tell anyone else you’ve seen him like this. He couldn’t bear anyone else learning this side of him.

The most you could do for him now is just be there for him.

No empty promises, just comfort and whatever reassurances the remnants of a steel heart can salvage.

It’s pitiful, it’s tragically beautiful but you’re at a loss of what to say.

Gut-wrenching cries and sobs that can only be ripped from the depths of where one’s soul and heart are. Or what’s left of it.

You place a gentle hand on broad shaking shoulders.

There’s little you know of his background but from the scraps you heard in passing, there’s a cold air of loss that perpetually surrounds this man.

The tear drops decorate your shoulder in splotches where he’s hidden his face.

Murmurs of names unfamiliar to you chip away at your exterior because of how Haytham says them. You didn’t know there were others he held close to him.

[haologram]

altair's 2024 wrapped!

— naturally, i got fomo. everyone was tagging me, and those who didn't tag me had such good spreads. as we see 2024 come to a close, i cannot say how happy i am to be done with this shitty year. however, good things did come out of it: i finally allowed myself to be dragged into caratland after casually stanning for the last five years, and i've succumbed to the fact that i write too many words per oneshot. 2025 resolution: get a grip! — thank you to everyone who has supported my writing in this year, though i've only posted a few works on this blog (as well as on @babeyun), but i am eternally grateful for all the friends i've made along the way. here's to 2024, i'm glad you're over soon. 2025, be kind, i beg. — if you've been tagged: you're likely either one of the reader reviews, one of my favorite reads or i'm tagging you so you can do this too! thank you for reading this. — all my love, altair. ♡

— 2024 fic stats:

— total words published: 130k!! — number of fics posted: 5 (trust me, 2025 i will post more!) — number of wips: 13 (like...ones that are actively being written.)

— most popular fics of 2024:

— first place: how to be a latin lover - joshua hong [x fem!reader.]

— posted: 16 september. — notes: 633 — favorite reader reactions: "i skipped a class to read this and I don't regret it one bit" by @aloeshit || ""Ah, ah, ah! We need to speak, Miss Y/N. Turn around." - the tension in this one line.. I GASPED.. i had to close my tabs because of how much this one line got me and it was just the beginning stages.." by @tusswrites || @mingycr's entire reblog, it was my first ever review like that and i cried. — comments from the author: this fic was my debut onto caratblr! i still cannot believe that people liked it, but i put so much effort into this as both a latin spanish speaker and for my namesake.

— second place: araneae - kwon soonyoung [x fem!reader.]

— posted: 3 october. — notes: 543 — favorite reader reactions: "i locked the fuck in for this one an hour later i’m crying" by my dearest @mercif4l || "i also liked the aquarium scene, 'which one are you? the male one' lol" by @flowershu — comments from the author: funnily enough, this fic is one i'm not entirely satisfied with, but i love it endlessly. i love love love writing hoshi, he's such a diverse character and it makes me emotional as fuck sometimes.

— third place: stairway to the stars - lee jihoon [x fem!reader.]

— posted: 23 december. — notes: 514 — favorite reader reactions: @monamipencil's entire reblog, as the drabble was literally for her LOL || "need to grab Jihoon by the neck and shake him like a maraca" by my beloved @gyuswhore — comments from the author: the way i was FIGHTING to keep this under 1.5k was INSANE. i fear that i cut it off right at the highest tension and kept the shitty smut for myself because why are you looking at my man?

— longest fic of 2024:

unforgiven - boo seungkwan [x fem!reader]

— posted: 29 november. — word count: 40,812 words! — favorite reader reactions: the entire reblog by @diamond-reads. i fucking SOBBED reading that review. || "when i lock my husband out of our bedroom to read this in peace at late hours of the night, then what." by @nanareadings (i cackled) — comments from the author: i think this is genuinely one of my favorite things i've ever written. i have never been so proud of a dynamic or pairing, because athena!seungkwan x arachne!reader was definitely my flex. this fic took me two months to write because i was so nervous about making sure the dynamics and power play played out correctly and i'm proud to say that i am so incredibly satisfied with this fic.

— most recent fic of 2024:

between you and me - lee chan [x fem!reader]

—posted: 24 december. — word count: 40,489 words! — favorite reader reactions: "finally a good chan fic i feel so whole today" by @neodanceology (i cried like a fucking baby reading that) || "i'm hitting them with a newspaper and screaming at them to cOMMUNICATE" by @nebulousbookshelf (me freaking too trust me) — comments from the author: god, i loved writing this. it was so deliciously stressful and the first time ever that smut came easily to me. i think that writing such a complex relationship (that is slightly based off my own personal experiences) that boils down to both people just being fucking idiots is absolutely my favorite trope. i can truly say that i love how my mind created this within TWO WEEKS. TWO!! isn't that fucking insane?? i'm appalled.

— favorite reads:

— note from haologram: these are in member order. that being said, i have read and reread each of these fics at least three times. i hold them near and dear to my heart so i will gladly say pleasepleaseplease never delete them or i will cry an ocean and flood your house. thank you! [any fics with a ☆ contain nsfw content, do not engage if you are not 18+, or if the author specifically states such on their blog.] — ex-conomics by @ugh-yoongi [c.seungcheol] — full throttle (p1) (p2) by @diamonddaze01 [y.jeonghan] ☆ — distracted by @eomayas [h. joshua] ☆ — the boy who lives on the moon by @miniseokminnies [w.junhui] — elevatory by @wqnwoos [k. soonyoung] — endpoint by @highvern [j. wonwoo] ☆ — steam (p1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; bonus) by @highvern [j. wonwoo] ☆ — ave, general by @amourcheol [l.jihoon] ☆ — raw by @ourdawnishotterthanourday [l. seokmin] ☆ — when i kissed the teacher by @highvern [k. mingyu] — sit down by @gyuswhore [k. mingyu] ☆ — orbit by @tomodachiii [x. minghao] — perspective by @tomodachiii [x. minghao] — hi (i love you) by @wheeboo [x. minghao] — office hours by @seungkw1 [b. seungkwan] ☆ — favorite coworker by @sescoups [c. hansol] ☆ — rivers & roads by @miniseokminnies [c. hansol] ☆ — rates of change by @wqnwoos [l.chan]

— top songs of 2024:

— orbit by the8, jinjibewater_隼. — eat it by megan thee stallion. — contigo quiero estar by selena. — 7pm by bss, peder elias. — maiochiruhanabira (fallin' flower) by seventeen. — jealousy by pale waves. — habit by seventeen. — circles by pierce the veil. — i found a boy by adele. — item by stray kids.

— 2025 goals:

— oof, this is a doozy. as for this blog, i'm hoping to keep posting and build my masterlist. back when i launched it, i launched a project that i haven't published yet and i want to get that done. as a writer i find myself starting projects and stopping them when i've convinced myself that no one will like them, but 2025 is the year of stopping self doubt and pushing forward. — as for myself outside of haologram, i'm looking forward to a better year overall. 2024 was not kind to me and neither were the people i allowed back into my life, but i digress. i hope that in 2025 i can implement what i've learned this year, and that's to not give a fuck what anyone has to say about me because at the end of the day they do not define my self worth. in 2025 i hope to build more lasting friendships, write to my hearts content and actually enjoy my summer this year instead of rotting in my bed because i let depression overtake me again. i am stronger than 2024 me is, and if you're reading this, so are you!! keep going!! keep on truckin' dude!!

— thank you to everyone who was by my side this year. i could not have made it through this treacherous year without you, and i am glad to have you all with me, and i hope 2025 is good to you as i am praying it will be to me.

— tags: [feel free to ignore!] @ressjeon @jenoslutie @lavnderwonu @diamonddaze01 & whoever else wants to do this!

[kiatheinsomniac]

in honor of it being ramadan, could you please write how the assassins (altair, ezio, connor, arno, and jacob) would react to their fem love interest being muslim? ❤️

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: of course! sorry this is so late but now at least it's in time for Eid al-Adha being on the way! <3 as always, I'll just say that I'm not muslim myself so I'm always open to constructive criticism when it comes to writing about cultures and practices other than my own. A big thank you to @gojohater101 for giving me some pointers on things :) 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: altaïr, ezio, connor, arno, jacob 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

｡･:*˚:✧｡altaïr ibn la'ahad

♡ if you withhold from things such as drinking, gambling, swearing, etc. it honestly inspires Altaïr to follow your example and be more diligent in his practices too! He really admires you and the way you go about following your faith.

♡ a part of me feels like Altaïr lives the sort of life where he is a man of faith but he's very busy so it's not often at the forefront of his mind. But he's seen you making wudu and dua and it's really made him dedicate more time to his faith too and he's found that he's feeling much happier in following the example that you set for him, even without meaning to. He just loves you so much and admires so many things about you, he truly believes you bring out the best in him.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ezio auditore

♡ Firenze is quite a multicultural city and he's well-travelled so Ezio won't ever judge you. He'll ask you about your practices quite a bit but it's only ever out of curiosity and so that he makes sure he doesn't ever disrespect you by accident.

♡ one of Ezio's ways of showing love is gift-giving so he'll make sure to find places that specialise in pretty and modest clothing so that he can still spoil you all while respecting your way of dressing and your comfort. He also loves cooking for you so he finds substitutes for where he might use alcohol while cooking so that it still tastes good but he's able to make a version without alcohol for you. He doesn't make a very big deal out of it though and just ends up eating the same alcohol-free food as you, it's a silent little way of him loving and respecting you.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ratonhnhaké:ton | connor kenway

♡ he's very intrigued to hear all about your beliefs and practices as well as sharing his with you! He was the one that repaired and renovated the manor so I can 100% see him setting up a prayer room for you. He wants you to have the space that you need and he consults you about it to make sure that everything is in order. He'll try fasting with you if that's something you do! He'll get up before sunrise with you to cook and eat and he'll join you in fasting during daylight too.

♡ running the homestead means that he's a pretty busy guy but he admires the way that you take time out of your day for religious practices and it makes him realise he should probably take a page out of your book and slow down every once in a while too so that he can partake in his own practices as well. He'll always provide you with whatever you need, you mean the world to him and he wants you to be well physically, mentally and spiritually.

｡･:*˚:✧｡arno dorian

♡ like Connor, he also renovates the place a little to make sure you have a prayer room because he wants you to know that he respects you and he'll always make room for you in his life - emotionally and physically. Also like Ezio, he'll find some substitute flavour for alcohol when cooking so that he can respect your beliefs. He even arranges for a new line of the café's sweets that don't include alcohol so that you have a full pick of the menu when the two of you spend time watching performances over treats and coffee together.

♡ Arno is absolutely a fashionista and I won't be convinced otherwise. He gets into learning about modest fashion so that he can still treat you with new clothes the way he thinks any man should do for his lady. Considering the time period, I'd say that a lot of his sources come from places like Morocco so he's likely bought you a kaftan or a few considering how the french ladies were rather fascinated with this fashion at the time.

｡･:*˚:✧｡jacob frye

♡ like with Ezio, Jacob's city had opened up to become a very multicultural place so he doesn't really bat an eye at you having a different faith to him. (I honestly headcanon that Jacob was likely baptised under the anglican church but he's not really a big believer, he focuses more on this life than the next). He does ask you questions out of curiosity though and because he wants to make sure he won't say something disrespectful out of a lack of understanding.

♡ he's watches you pray a few times just out of a simple fascination and curiosity. He once interrupted you making wudu because he didn't know what you were doing but he was quick to apologise and let you continue without interruption once you explained to him - he ended up buying you some flowers to say sorry because he felt really bad for having interrupted something that he knows is so important to you.

p.s. again, I'm very open to any sort of constructive criticism! I want my followers to feel represented in my work. You all have a place on my blog, no matter what your background is 🩵

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[nobodybutsoul]

First names ideas:

NAMES STARTING WITH A, part 1

including: fem, masc, nb, popular and unique, any language

Feminine:

Astra/Astraea

Acadia

Adalena

Amelia/Amelie

Anka

Anika

Akayla

Asuka

Ariella

Arica

Anastasia

Artemis

April/Avril

Alicja/Alishia

Aisha

Aubree

Aoife

Aria

Asha

Autumn

Aster

Andromeda

Aaliyah/Aliya

Ambrosia

Amaryllis

Arwen

Althea

Alana

Amira

Ava

Araminta

Alma

Aila

Masculine:

Aspen

Alexander

August

Asher

Ambrose

Alisher

Atticus

Aiden/Aidan/Ayden

Alistair

Altair

Alaric

Azriel

Arden

Abel

Amari

Aloysius

Anton

Alasdair

Aarav

Amadeus

Abaddon

Aurelius

Azlan

Azrael

Aziel

Aries

Axton

Angelo

Allen

Artis

Amon/Aamon

Ares

Ajax

Azariah

Acacius

Adriel

Arlo

Unisex:

Aspen

Arwen

Autumn

April

Aubree

Avery

Alex

Addison

Andre

Aloise

Azure

Asante

Amil

Arleigh

Ansleigh/Ainsleigh

Aldis

Ashe

Ahava

Ashwin

Almas

Abella

Alaire

Altair

Ascher

Aime

Aiden/Aidan/Ayden

Alaia

Armani

Andi

Azael

Ansley

Arie/Ari

Aris

Arrow

Addyson

Auden

Ashly

Alder

Arlen

Amour/Amore

Arin

Aram

Avalee

Ayven

Aren

Ali/Allie

Aries

Artemis

[hart269]

Slithering Hearts

Chapter 8

Pairing : Regulus Black x Fem! reader

Synopsis : You begin an unlikely friendship with the little Black. And soon your whole life seems to have become a tumultuous pathway. The catch, James Potter is your brother.

A/N : The Altair and Vega lore deepens.

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

The chill that ran down your spine stopped once you entered the owlery, nose crinkling as the musty smell of birds attacked you. You silently waved your wand to a cleaning spell. Clutching the letters you searched among the rows of owls for your beloved Altair. A frown perched upon your face not finding him in his designated place. You didn't remember sending anything. You wondered if James used your owl.

You gave out a call, "Altair". Hearing a loud hoot from the east corner, you turned to see your beloved with his beloved, Vega. You gently picked him up, nuzzling his chin, "Shoul'dve known, you can't live without your girlfriend can you?". The owl hooted in response. Handing him the letters, you chuckled. That's when your eye caught something strange.

You moved cautiosly, remembering the symptoms from the 'Fantastic Beasts and where to find them' and general owl behaviour. As Vega moved towards you, your thoughts were only confirmed the more you stared. Well, that was unexpected.

Returning back, you plopped down on the sofa, "Hey Reg, how do feel about kids"

Barty snickered, "As he feels about his mother"

Regulus rolled his eyes, "They're fine as long as they don't annoy me".

You hummed, raising your brows.

"Wait, you're not adopting another cat are you"

Barty looked confused, "Don't you have like two already?"

You let out an offended gasp hitting his shoulder "Hey, you're just jealous cats love me"

Regulus smirked, "Sure they do". You scoffed, "Atleast beetlejuice does"

His voice was laced with confusion, "You named it Beetlejuice?"

"It is a mighty fine name, it took a long time to figure it out" you were going on about the names, before realising that it was going off track. "The point is you are gonna be a parent and I am ready to pay child support"

Barty almost whiplashed turning between you two, "When did that happen?"

"What, did you.... did you hit your head?" he speculated, turning your head after pushing Barty off the sofa.

You shook it out of his grasp, "Noo, Vega is gonna lay eggs"

"What?" he asked, processing the unexpected news.

"Yes" you admitted, "Altair is the father"

He drawled, "So, like who's gonna keep the kid"

Your brow furrowed, "Shouldn't the mother keep it?"

"She should" He nodded, he knew so but he was rightfully worried about taking it back to Black manor. Raising another owl there, he'd have to careful with that.

"I'll help you for sure, I mean it was my Altair because of which...this happened, but you shall not worry, it'll be a nice owlette" your rambling halted, noticing the melting gaze on you.

"Then if I'll have if you with me, I guess we raise a damn good owlette" His hand laid on top of yours, you squeezed it gleefully. "But I am not letting you name it"

You pouted, "I'll give it a good name". He rolled his eyes, "We'll see about that". He suddenly stood up, closing his books.

You looked up, "Where are you going?". He lend out his hand, you grabbed on it as he pulled you up. "To the owlery, to check on Vega"

"It's cold and I just came back" you groaned. He smirked, "You said you will take responsibilty right?". He chuckled at your unenthusiastic nod, dragging you with him.

Barty just went grumbling to Rosier, "They always disappear together, don't they."

Regulus checked Vega while you watched from the side. He turned to meet your gaze, "She really has been for some time". He would have noticed sooner, if sending or receiving letters to family had been a regular thing.

You seemed to realize the same time as him of your closed proximity. His nose was tinged red, cheeks flushed, eyes shining as his did when he looked at the stars. You wanted to stay frozen in this moment, until you were over the exhilaration though you doubted any amount of moments would be enough.

But you needed to move, it was not a right thing. To look at him that way, to feel that way about him, but you couldn't force your legs to move. You subconsciously moved foward, you think he did too because your breath mingled.

"Do you know why I named my owl Vega?"

"Why?" you asked, wondering why he chose to bring that up now.

"Vega was the godess of the sky who fell in love with Altair, a mortal. She promised to bring him to heaven, but it angered her father. Though he granted her wish, he separated them by the Celestial River. Yet each year, a bridge of magpies forms across the river. And then they meet." he paused, taking a breath, "So that day when I heard you had named your owl Altair, I could think of nothing but Vega, I hadn't even named her at that time but then no other name seemed perfect."

"It is perfect Reg" you muttered, grinning from ears to ears. You moved a strand of stray curl from his cheek, you were so full of the things you wanted to say to him, it was on the verge of overflowing. "Reg, I-".

"It's cold isn't it, we should return" he interrupted your chain of words.

Your face warmed up and you nodded, stepping back. "Yes, of course".

The walk back to the castle was awfully silent, yet you didn't wish to fill it. It remained such so for quite a while. Neither of you brought it up, and you assumed there was nothing up to bring. You were the one with terribly high hopes, and it had been wrong of you to assume he had felt the same. Still you couldn't shake the image of him up so close, but you guessed you could live with this thing inside of you rather than live without him.

The black and white motion picture across the page of The Daily Prophet led to quiet murmurs of distress and apprehension. A skull of shadows loomed pver the sky, a shadow snake protuding out of its mouth. The article "TERROR RISES AS THE DARK LORD DOES", showed another story of muggles and wizards being attacked. Houses set ablazed in flames, while humans, and animals eiyher ran or lay dead on the ground.

You teared the article trimming its edges, sticking it into your collection. With the whisperings of the upcoming war, you saved all of whatever information you could find of him. Voldemort as called by his lovely death deaters and those who feared him simply referred to him as He who must not be named.

His morphed face either raised deep terror in the hearts of the people or resentment or in some both. You however resented him, just for the sake of power, he had killed innumerable innocents. The thing you didn't get was the amount of lust he had for power. He was already probably midway through his life, what will he do with such power. He had no heirs either. Though you had heard some claims, all turned out to be false. But then his mannerisms were similar to Grindelwald, however Voldy did have a penchance for show off.

You were determined, to find out what you could about the supposed lord. Though you knew if you were to fight in the war, you not only had to defend yourself against the dark arts but learn them too. You glanced at the hidden copy of "Magick Moste Evil" on your nightstand that you had "borrowed" for a while. It was time to begin studying. It was better to think about this rather than what happened at the owlery.

To say Regulus didn't regret moving away would be an understatement. He did, but he thought he would have regretted giving in more, you were already in the deep mess as it goes, to pull you in deeper in the trenches of his life, he doubted he would be able to forgive himself. He knew, he knew for sure you would never side with his family, you hated them with a passion, he did too. Yet, he was a part of it. The house he was forced to call home was the place he could return to, and he had to, not like he had a choice.

It was way past midnight a small black cat could be seen slithering in the shadows of the darkened hallway, heading towards the doors of the library. There it slid past the books to the back of the library, sliding past the robes it reached the section it needed to be, the forbidden section.

It then transformed into a human, its dark curls merging with the shadows. A whisper of lumos, then a hand skimmed delicately through the titles of the books, before stopping and picking up one.

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Name request with themes of nature and pigeons!

Requested by; pigeon anon

Hope this works! Based them on nature themes and general bird/avian themes with a lil bit of pigeon specific themes since there wasn't many I could find :D wasn't sure if you wanted fem, masc or neu names so i did a mix of all, let me know if you'd like any changes!

Names

Cedar

Basil

Hazel

Rowan

Clay

Ivy

Olivia/oliver

River

Aster

Willow

Wren

Robin

Birdy

Raven

Altair

Jay

Callum

Jonah

Paloma

Pidge