#Jennette knows the way to someone’s heart is through their stomach

[doomed-prophetess]

If Jennette was a guy you can bet he’d win the battle for best male lead because he knows how to bake chocolate cake

[ryozoro]

Hades Playlist - ii.

NOW PLAYING: Vampire [Dominic Fike]

cw; nothing really, very small mentions of manipulation and murder

an: SORRY FOR THE LATE UPLOAD , THINGS GOT BEHIND SCHEDULE :(

“The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious, you might never come home.” – Jennette Winterson

She couldn’t get him off her mind; ever since she met him, all her thoughts have led back to the droopy eyes and the slick back hair that seemed a lot softer than what the gel presented it as. The whole idea of her thoughts tracing back to the eldest of the Haitani’s and her heart beats mimicking each time the octave of his voice dropped with every word he spoke to her, made yn almost forget all the rules her big brother placed when it comes to men.

Why does she yearn to be in the presence of someone who would not hesitate to take her life for a laugh amongst his gang? Why does she want to run into the back allies of each street in hopes of accidentally bumping into him? Why isn’t she able to use common sense and erase the memory of him out of her head? Why does she feel like fate has strung their paths together on purpose? Why – you know what? Maybe she latched onto Ran so fast in hopes of forgetting someone else that continued to plague her mind daily. Maybe she is becoming obsessed with idea of someone not seeing her as a kid. That has to be it, right? Ran, ‘Tani-Senpai,’ shares the same interest and even wants to talk to her later as if they have been old friends. That has to be it —

“Yn!” her brother’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “Are you okay, ya idiot?” She took note that everyone at the table was staring at her, waiting for her to answer Draken’s question. “You’ve been spacing out since we got here,” Draken frowned as he plucked a piece of food from her plate, “are you sure that nothing happened on your bike ride to the shop?”

“If you were riding to the shop, I would have gladly picked you up,” Inupi chimed in with a soft smile. “I told you to treat me like I’m another older brother.”

“Hm,” yn hummed while avoiding eye contact with the blonde man, “wanted to surprise my troll of a brother and I figured you were off because its Tuesday.”

“Ah,” Inupi gently laughed as he watched her play with her food, “you remembered my schedule?”

Of course, she remembered his schedule. Yn knew almost everything about him; from the origins of his beautiful burn mark to his favorite snack in the vending machine back at the shop, yn knew and fell in love with it all. Draken always teased her about being in love with Mikey or Hakkai since she always seemed relaxed around them, but little did he know that his little sister was in love with his best friend and business partner.

“I’m honestly shocked that you kept it the way you did,” yn side-eyed him as she raised the other hand to pick at the bandages that wrapped along the underside of her jaw, “but at the same time, I’m not that shocked considering old people love to stick to their schedules. Wouldn’t want you straining your back, Oji-chan.”

Inupi laughed – God, she loved that laugh - whole heartedly to the point he began choking on his food. Of course, sitting with their friends and family, Inupi’s contagious laugh spread amongst the others and the people around them either ignored it very well or gave them silent glares in hopes they would stop; surprise, they did not. Hell, if anything, it got worse – so much worse – to the point that Mikey, Takemichi, and Chifuyu all fell out of their chairs.

“I – what did I say that was so funny?” yn pouted as she fished her phone out of her pocket, “I just called him the old man he was.”

“That’s why, brat,” draken flicked her forehead and chuckled, “we had made a few bets on what you would say when Inupi had talked to you. Surprisingly, Mitsuya guessed you would have called him a grandpa.” Draken and the others proceeded to give Mana’s big brother 200 yen as they got up off the floor and calmed down.

“So, Yn,” Takemichi looked her in the eyes with a dopey flushed face.

“Watch it ‘ Mitchy,” Kazutora playfully warned, “don’t wanna embarrass the poor girl since she just got back.”

“What is it, crybaby,” she asked hesitantly as she scanned over his face, noting signs of mischief lurking in the corners of his smile. “It better not be something stupid, or else I’m telling Hina-san about what you did last time you came over to the shop.”

“Oi, you’re so mean – just like your brother,” Takemichi pouts and fans his hands towards you, “but it’s just a simple question, neh.”

Yn enjoyed Takemichi’s presence more than someone from an outside point of view would have thought. He always served as a hero in her eyes as he saved Mikey from the dark path he began to walk and how he constantly reminded her brother on how much his deceased lover, Sano Emma, watches over him and guides him to all the good things that happens in his life. He was an amazing guy and one that she wished had set her expectations for her taste in men, but her heart yearns for those who are completely out of her grasp.

“Just ask or else I’m calling Hina-san,” yn smirked as she brought her phone screen into view for Takemichi to see that “Hina-san <3” contact was pulled up and only one press away from being dialed.

“Oh, you bully!” Takemichi sighed dramatically, “I was just going to ask how long you have been into gilfs?” Draken choked on his drink and Pah-chin was patting his back in hopes of easing the rough coughs. Everyone at the table began to cause even more ruckus with tears of laughter as yn sat there dumbfounded.

“w-what,” she scratched her head and looked around the table in hopes of someone taking note of her clear ignorance at the word that Takemichi had claimed her to be attracted to. Since no one answered, she decided to speak on her own, “what the hell is a gilf?” Much to yn’s dismay, the table went silent for a brief second before bursting out into an even louder fit of laughter. “Well?! What the hell is it?”

“Yn, love,” Smiley spoke between hiccups and giggles, “it’s the same thing as a Dilf or Milf, but for old people.” After he finally finished his sentence, he leaned against his twin and laughed even harder.

“I-,” yn stood up and threw her dirtied napkin and spoon at the man who made the joke, “I’m not attracted to gilfs you fuckin idiot.” Yn moved behind Takemichi and put him in a headlock, “what made you even think to say that ya CD sellin’ pervert.”

“Oi,” Draken said from above her, “let ‘Mitchy go or else I’m taking you back all the way to Fukurodani and asking them to volunteer you for the summer school tutoring.” Yn dropped her arms in defeat and made her way back to her seat. “And you,” Takemichi looked up at her brother with a teary-eyed smile, “go clean your hair up before your wedding. It’s in three days and anyone can tell you pick at your split ends during your down time at work.” Draken laughed as Takemichi’s expression turned into a pout and he began punching Draken’s solid abdomen.

“Oh,” Angry stood up abruptly, “yn, could I see ya outside really quick?” Despite his rough tone, everyone knew he was asking in the kindest way possible.

“Yeah, sure,” yn got up with a pout and made her way to the exit with Angry trailing her with a hand on her mid-back. She was confused as to why they went outside at such a fast pace, but she just assumed that Angry wanted peace and quiet away from the others. “So,” yn smiled at the younger twin, “what did you – why is your face angrier than usual?” She titled her head at the man but he was quick to grab her hand and guide her towards his bike.

“Hop on,” he straddled the seat and waited for her to do the same, “don’t worry, Draken texted me to take you back to me and Nahoya-nii’s shop. So… hurry up, please.” Souta stopped her right before she got on and placed a helmet on her head, “safety first because I’ll hurt you if you get hurt,” he said as he proceeded to adjust the straps enough to keep her safe and comfortable. “Get on, Princess,” he kicked up the kick stand and took off fast out the parking spot.

“So – uh,” yn spoke aloud as they arrived at a stop light, “why did nii-chan tell ya to take me to the shop… I wasn’t done eating.” She felt her stomach rumble and she pressed her cheek to Angry’s leather cladded shoulder blade and readjusted her grip on his waist as they began moving towards the backroads to get to the Kawata’s Ramen shop.

“I’ll make you a bowl when we get there,” he relaxed his upper body so yn wasn’t laying against hard muscles, “and we left because everyone kept staring at you.”

“Psh,” yn rolled her eyes, “they were staring because I am a strong, independent woman who managed to put a MAN in a headlock like a bad bi-.”

“Enough of your ‘bad bitch’ talk, I believe you, but I promise you that was not the reason.” Angry spoke through a breathy laugh, “the cook and the table in the corner was kept looking over you. Don’t you think it was weird how when they brought our orders out and Draken said your rice was missing an egg and the cook came out and apologized himself?”

Yn pondered on the question for a bit but then shook her head gently and nuzzled inbetween the center of Angrys’s back, “no, to be honest, I thought that the cook just hates when he messes up. It can’t be that deep, yanno? Oh! Maybe they mistook me as an idol?” She felts Angry’s laugh bubble from his chest to his shoulder blades; Souta’s laugh honestly made her feel like her jokes were genuinely funny to listen to.

“Hate to break it to you,” Angry brought the bike to a gentle stop as the arrived towards the ramen shop, “but you don’t present yourself as the ideal image of the idol you probably think you are.” Yn joined Souta in the small fits of laughter as she gently punched him in his side.

“Oh, shut up,” she let out a soft breath as she hopped off and carried the helmet with her as she made her way to the employee back door. “Open up, yeah? ‘M reeeeeally hungry.”

“Already ahead of you, ya dumb brat,” Angry bumped his hip gently against yn’s and unlocked the door and pushed her inside. They placed their helmets and jackets off in the staff room and made their way towards the kitchen where she sat at bar stools and Angry started up the stove to boil a few eggs and moved to chop up some green onions. “You want beef or chicken, idiot?”

“Sheesh, souta-kun, if ya wanted to marry me – just say that,” Yn teased as she propped her head onto her two hands, “your terms of endearment have been getting sweeter and sweeter by the minute~ but! I do want chicken please, been not feelin like eating cow and pigs lately.”

“Yer annoying,” angry threw a small, chopped onion at her, “in your dreams I’d marry you. Plus, I KNOW I’m not your type. You go for mechanics with burn marked boys that work with your brother -,”

“OKAY, NOT NEEDED,” Yn pressed her face to the counter, “asshole… He’s my type, but I’m not his. He’s like, Makima and I’m Denji… please tell me you understand that because it’s the best I got.”

“I understand it, and I just want to say that that is the most tragic thing I have heard from you in a while – oh, but back to the restaurant,” Angry said as he slid a small chocolate mochi from out the freezer and towards yn on a cute, small plate, “there was a customer who went into the back the second he heard that your order was wrong. I thought it was weird because what cook comes out that frightened when they get someone’s order wrong, but then your brother texted me saying that every man there had their eyes on you as if they were in charge of watching your every move. At first, Hakkai noticed some of the men sporting a ‘Bonten’ tattoo on their wrist, so we thought maybe they were after Mikey, but then Mitsuya texted us when he went to the bathroom that he heard some of the guys saying your name. Once that was said, Draken immediately told me to take you away from there… I do have a question for you though.” Angry began whipping up the ramen in the most tasteful way and side-eyeing the young ryuguji, “did you by chance get into it with a few Bonten member’s when you first got here? Is that why you’re all bandaged up?”

“Souta,” yn felt her heartbeat pick up but remained composed, “nothing happened with what ever ‘Bonten’ members… you know how weird some gangs are…”

“I trust you, brat,” Angry’s frown deepened once he noticed that the eggs were ready to be cut and the chicken was ready to be fried, “I just don’t want to lose another family member, okay? We babies have to stick together.” With that, he paid no mind to the situation, making a small mental note to tell Draken that one of the members there probably just thought yn was pretty. “Oh,” Souta looked back at yn, “one more thing.”

“Y-yeah, of course,” yn snapped her eyes to meet his gaze, nervous that he might have picked up on the fact that she lied about not coming into contact with any members when she first arrived, “what’s up stinky?”

“Just be careful,” Angry passed her a water bottle, “don’t trust anyone who isn’t in our toman family; especially not a Bonten member. He’ll take you in, manipulate you into believing you can’t live without him, and sell you off with no cares in the world. That is, if you’re lucky enough not to be killed in the middle of the street for entertainment.” Souta turned back around to finish up the ramen.

“Yeah,” yn felt a chill go down her back, “I’ll be careful… I promise.” She honestly didn’t know how to feel, after all, she just met with the man who presented her with an unrequited love, another man who made her heart yearn to lurk into the depths of the shadows, and someone whom she considered family just told her that one of those men would lead her onto a road of misfortune. Lost in her thoughts, she felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket. She pulled on it and felt her stomach drop as she was greeted with two notifications.

Draken bacon >:D : You okay kid? We’re heading to the restaurant right now, ‘m sure nothing was wrong – just wanted ya to be safe. me and inupi there in a bit, the other boys are getting stuff together for our dinner tonight. don’t annoy angry too much <3

Tani-senpai <3: why did you leave so soon pretty girl? Didn’t mean to alarm you, but I sent your picture to quite a few of my juniors and underlings, delinquents if you will – just wanted them to know not to touch what isn’t theirs. N e Wayz, I have time now, do you want to call now?

Were the gods telling her to remember her caring brother’s rules on men or to listen to faint voice of curiosity that lingered in her young and ignorant mind?

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[op-peccatori]

a lacey birthday | lucathy

Fandom: 어느날 공주가 되어버렸다 | Who Made Me A Princess

Pairing: Athanasia de Alger Obelia/Lucas

Rating: Mature

Summary: Athanasia wonders if this will be the one birthday Lucas won't make it to. Lucas hates to disappoint. Lucathy, aged up.

Tags: birthday fluff, lucathy, KISSING

Notes: I stayed up till 8 am reading this webcomic, of course this was coming. Now the question is...should there be smut?

Chapter 1

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It was a mountain of chocolates.

She could see the ones with caramel fillings, the extra special ones Lilly made and even the ones Jennette had gifted her the first time. She spotted the ones her father had acquired from different kingdoms. It was all for her and to no one’s surprise, she reached for the box Lucas had gotten her in lieu of an apology after a nasty argument. Her fingers rubbed against the silky green ribbon as she slowly unwrapped the box, her lips quirking up in a small smile. 

And then her eyes fluttered open to the sight of her room, bathed in moonlight and empty of any treats.

Athanasia rolled over in bed and sighed, feeling oddly pitiful. She couldn’t escape missing him even in her dreams. It wasn’t something she could say she enjoyed. She had grown selfish in her time in this world, constantly needing to keep her loved ones close to her.

Her childhood friend had left on another trip months before her eighteenth birthday and even though she had gotten used to his disappearing on various adventures, not having him by her side always left her feeling restless and upset. Her mind went back to the assortment of chocolates she had been about to eat in her dream, remembering the ruby eyed mage’s preference for the white ones. Her heart ached with the memory of him insisting she share them with him, how he’d sulked when she refused to do so and the way his cheeks had flushed when she held one up to his lips herself.

She’d had a wonderful birthday. Her personal life was peaceful enough to give her moments of suspicion, especially whenever she saw Claude interact with Jennette. It was silly, because the man still kept the other girl at an arm’s length, only giving in because she was dear to Athy. She avoided thinking about how her papa still looked at Ijekiel.

Coming back to her misery-her life in Obelia was the stuff of dreams, so why did her heart still hurt? Everyone deserved to have their own lives. Especially someone like the royal magician, who surely had a million things to attend to instead of fooling around with her. Her fists clenched around the soft covers as she squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to go back to sleep and half-hoping she’d have company this time.

“Well, this is a pretty lame way to end a birthday.”

Her eyes flew open, her heart giving a hopeful jolt because she knew that snarky tone, and she squinted at the figure standing in front of the windows. It could only be one person. Only one man had eyes like that, that could cut others down so easily yet look at her like they were trying to commit every inch of her to memory. 

Not many could appear in her room from thin air with such ease, confidence, and nonchalance at the thought of the Emperor’s wrath. Overpowered mage or not, Claude would not let her childhood playmate escape unscathed if he found out about their late-night conversations. The former playmate in question waited for her to finish processing his sudden appearance, only tilting his head in amusement. 

“Lucas,” she breathed. Oh, he was here. Here, before her birthday was over. In her room, while she was in bed wearing the rather risque nightgown the other princesses had snuck into her room as a secret gift. She hoped the way she drew the sheets up to her neck wasn’t too telling.

But Lucas seemed to be focused on her face, as if he was searching for something. “Aren’t most eighteenth birthdays a bit more...wild? You don’t even seem tipsy.”

“My father’s acceptance of my sweet tooth doesn’t extend to alcohol. Especially not with other boys my age around,” she told him, rolling her eyes.

“That’s unfortunate,” he drawled. He pulled his cloak back to present her with quite possibly the prettiest bottle of wine she had ever seen, along with a mischievous little smirk. Athy’s heart thudded at the latter. “I guess you’ll need to make sure this stays hidden.”

A grin immediately stretched across her lips as she sat up, making grabby hands at her gift.” Finally, an adult gift.” She was kneeling on her mattress, waiting for him to hand it over. Except, he seemed to still completely. She frowned at the way his lips pursed, wondering what his deal was.

Her confusion lasted until she felt the cool air pass over her bare legs, and then her heart dropped into her stomach. “Oh, um,” she stammered. She could only fidget in place as he examined her, his expression darkening with every inch of black lace he took in. She felt exposed, which was admittedly not an unfamiliar feeling in the presence of the man who could always see through her.

“I see I wasn’t the only one with that idea,” he said icily. She refrained from rolling her eyes, well aware of his protectiveness that could even rival her father’s on his good days.

“Some of the other girl’s thought I should, you know, have something mature. Just to myself, so I could feel like a lady,” she muttered. She quite liked the nightgown herself, even if it edged too much towards lingerie for her to ever wear it in front of anyone else. It was a deep blue in color, adorned with black lace around the neck and the bottom, which reached her knees.

Tasteful yet sexy. Something no one but Lilian could see, ever. 

As always, Lucas somehow ended up being an exception to the ‘no one else can know about this’ rule.  

The man himself stepped towards her, looking more thoughtful now as he handed her the bottle with no protests. She cradled it to her chest, somehow more self-conscious about the slight curves she’d begun to develop. It felt like she had changed in the months he’d been gone.

Athanasia wondered if Lucas had similar thoughts in mind, because he only nodded. “I just wanted to drop that off before the night was over. And...happy birthday, Princess.” The small but soft smile directed at her seemed to warm her down to the tips of her toes, a feeling she couldn’t get enough of. Which is why when he turned away, she reached for his hand while keeping his present in the middle of her pillows safely. He turned back to her in slight surprise, his long fingers curling around hers in a way that was all too familiar.

She got the feeling he was running away.

She didn’t actually know what to say, all she knew was that she wanted him to stay a little longer. Squeezing his hand tightly, she slowly got off the bed and stood before him. It seemed he’d chosen to do a little growing as well, because she had to crane her neck to really look at him.

“You didn’t even let me thank you,” she told him quietly, moving even closer. Her impossibly blue eyes zeroed in on his Adam's apple as it bobbed, Lucas gulping as she slowly closed the gap between them.

“There’s no need for that. I just thought I’d drop in before you threw a tantrum.” His words were all snark but his tone was like that of a man stranded in the desert. He didn’t take his eyes off her for even a second, his gaze intense as she stood upon the tips of her toes. Her hand came to rest on his steady shoulders as her lips were pressed to soft skin, not quite on his cheek and dangerously close to his mouth. 

“Thank you, Lucas,” she whispered, not trusting her voice to work normally. He was always so warm, she felt a bit dizzy at feeling it. 

The sound that came from his mouth was quickly stifled, and Athy felt like her face was on fire. But there was no embarrassment now, only determination. A warm pooling of something deep in her belly that called for less distance between them.

She stayed there, her lips hovering over warm skin and anticipation fueling her until he finally turned his head and let his own touch hers, in the barest hint of a kiss. They stayed there for a moment, breathing each other in, wanting so badly. Then, Athy’s fingers were in his hair and Lucas’ hand was on her waist, lips slotting together with a sense of urgency. 

His thumb stroked her skin through the soft material, his thoughts flying out the window. They kissed as they argued, neither willing to back down as the space between them was minimized, until they reached a rhythm that worked for them. She was pressed up against him by an arm around her waist and a hand at the back of her head as he tilted her head back to go deeper, to get more. More, as she shyly licked at his mouthed. More, as he opened his mouth with a low growl, inviting her in with no intention of ever letting her go.

They pulled away toon soon, their chests burning with the lack of air and a sense of satisfaction. Her eyes sparkled in the darkness, laughing breathlessly as he placed soft. frantic kisses on every inch of her face. Both of them, who had experienced being all alone, were completely unwilling to let go of the other.

“Lucas,” she panted, burying her head into his shoulder as she clung to him. Lucas was worse off, his hand tightening within golden strands as he kissed the top of her head. He fought the urge to whisk her away, to keep her to himself forever. He wondered if this was real, but the sting of Athy’s fingers digging into his side helped with that. He smiled as a thought came to him, one that had crossed his mind several times since he first met her.

Princess Athanasia was going to be the death of him. And he was going to enjoy every second of it.