#Son of Sergey

[rosalie-starfall]

"I am Worf, Son of Mogh, House of Martok, Son of Sergey, House of Rozhenko, Bane to the Duras family, Slayer of Gowron. I have made some Chamomile Tea. Do you take sugar?"

[aenslem]

MAJOR GROM: THE GAME (2024) teaser trailer

[isaut]

𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒏𝒐. 𝑰 𝒊𝒏 𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒓: 𝑰. 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆 — chrollo x f!reader. song

originally posted on my old blog @/saintchrollo after i read anna karenina for the first time. court advisor!chrollo (but you all know he's kuroro to me) and princess!reader. i've been in such a kuroro mood you'll have to forgive me. its something about autumn and schoolin. here is a link to an audiobook of anna karenina so you don't have an excuse to not go read it.

“I thought I might find you here.” 

The voice from behind startles you. You jump slightly in your chair, holding the book you had been reading against your chest. Turning, you relax slightly upon seeing where the voice was coming from. “Lord Lucifuru, you startled me.” 

The black haired man tilts his head to the side as he approaches, hand resting on the back of your armchair. “Are we not on a first name basis anymore, Princesse?” He lilts the title in the accent he’s picked up from his years of council. 

You avoid his gaze, cheeks heating up. The room warms with the memories of the other night. Squirreled away behind a statue, whispered confessions, his lips everywhere they shouldn’t have been— Your lips, your neck, your chest. 

“What if we aren’t alone?” You whisper. If you lose yourself to the daydream enough, you can feel his hands on your hips. 

“I checked,” Kuroro says, voice soft and reassuring. “We are most certainly alone.” 

You straighten up and crane your head around, as if to double check his words. He tilts your head back towards him with a finger under your chin. 

“I’d never steer you wrong,” Kuroro promises, then tacks on, “[First.]” 

It fills you with such warmth to hear your name from his lips, and you have to avert your gaze to keep yourself from melting into a puddle. 

“Are you sure there’s no one else here?” You ask again. 

“And risk my own head?” Kuroro asks, a smile pulling at the left of his lips. 

You suppose he has a point. You relax back into the chair, resting your book on your chest to hold its place. “Have you been searching for me, then, Kuroro?” 

His half smile reaches his eyes. That’s more like it. “I have, actually. All over. I should have started here, it seems. Would of had more time with you.” 

“You should have known I’d be here,” You hum. “After all, I was told this morning over breakfast that my crate of books finally got deemed… What’s the word you use?” 

“They were found to be without ill intent,” Kuroro restates. “We just wanted to be sure that no harm would come to you.” 

“Father coddles me,” You remark, “As do you.” 

“Well, I’d be out of a job if I didn’t do as he told. And you’d be out of a job if you didn’t get coddled. That is under the description of princess.” 

“I do other things,” You protest. 

“I know you do,” Kuroro says, his eyes glancing down at the book splayed across your chest before back to your eyes. 

“What have you come found me for?” You press. 

“Do I always have an ulterior motive with you?” Kuroro returns your question with one of his own. At the raise of your eyebrow, he concedes. “There is a dinner tonight that you are expected to attend. A prince is here to make your acquaintance, in the most casual manner possible.”

Disgust fills your face. “This is what you come to tell me of?” 

“Would you have preferred someone else?” Kuroro asks. 

No, you’d rather have not. “I simply thought… I thought you had come to see me. For no other reason than to see me.”

Kuroro hums. He cups your cheek in his hand, thumb smoothing over its softness. You can’t help but lean into his touch, bring your hand to cover his. To keep him close. 

“I offered to come tell you,” Kuroro promises, crouching down by your chair. “I wanted to break the news to you, not someone else.” 

“Will you be at dinner?” You inquire. 

“I’ll be there. I must advise your father that the visiting suitor is not up to your family’s standards. That is my job, after all. As an adivisor and as a lover.” 

Kuroro’s tongue was always so smooth, and if you had more control over your life you’d be wary of it. But, with your sole outlet being the man before you, you ease yourself against his silver words. 

“Lover?” You repeat, eyelashes fluttering at such a title. 

“Should I take it back?” He asks with bated breath. 

You shake your head. “You should tell Father to marry us instead.”

Kuroro’s chuckle is self deprecating. “I am no king.” 

“You could be,” You whisper, getting your hopes up against your best judgement. 

“My best work is done from the shadows, my darling. I crumple under the public eye. And you were made for it. The people adore you.” 

You pout. “You’re going to break my heart.” 

Kuroro smiles gently at you. “You’ve known that, [First.]”

“I wish I didn’t,” You sigh. “I wish I wasn’t so aware.”

Kuroro shifts his hand to take yours in his own, bringing your knuckles to his lips. The gesture is familiar, impersonal now. He rolls your hand over, slides his fingers down your wrist, the underside of your forearm, and presses a kiss into the palm of your hand. 

“It’s for the best you are,” Kuroro says. “Tomorrow I will find time in our schedules for us to take a walk, how does that sound?” 

“A long walk?” 

“A long walk.” 

Your fingers trace Kuroro’s jaw. “Why not tonight? Why not now?” 

“You are not dressed for a walk,” Kuroro says softly. “And you need to get ready for dinner. We do not have time for a walk right now, sweet [First.]” 

“Oh.” Your fingers stop their movements, and you withdraw your hand. 

“Would you like me to walk you to your room?” Kuroro asks. 

“Will you stay while I get ready?” You hope. 

Kuroro sadly shakes his head. “I can go get you something from the kitchen and come back while delivering it.”

“So yes?” You conclude. 

“In a way,” Kuroro says, standing. He holds his hand out for you to take, which you gladly do. 

You look around you, double checking for your solitude. The door would have been audible had it opened. 

“Do you think I could have a kiss?” You whisper. 

“A kiss?” Kuroro hums. Slowly, he lowers his head until his breath mingles with yours. 

“Please?” 

“You should never have to ask for anything,” Kuroro responds, sealing his statement with a solid yet brief press of his lips against yours. “It is cruel that you want what you can’t have.”

There is no second kiss, just a hand on your cheek and Kuroro’s steady breath. A whine leaves your lips. 

Slowly, you open your eyes to look at him. “One more?” 

He obliges, slotting your lips together. The kiss lasts for a breath longer, his tongue gently swiping against your bottom lip before pulling away. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to kiss anyone else,” You murmur. 

Kuroro chuckles at that. “I’m sure you’ll kiss many more.” 

You shake your head. “I don’t wish to.” 

“You flatter me,” Kuroro murmurs, “When it should be the other way around.”

This turn, you hum, a little smile flickering across your lips. You pull away, out of the fear that built inside you from the amount of private time you’d had. Someone was bound to come for you any moment. 

Greedily, Kuroro steals another kiss before leading you out of the room. It’s a cold walk down the halls, shoes echoing on the stone, a distinct space left between both of you. The wind from your walk whips through it. The more distance put between yourself and the library, the larger the space becomes. And, as you round the corner of the hall, you can no longer feel the lingering warmth against your lips. 

[umbrella-corp-suggestion-box]

Hey can we get a company discount on the bioweapons. its my nieces birthday and i need a last minute gift so i was thinking about getting her a tyrant

Biological weapons of war are not for sale

But you can get her anything else, like, this umbrella corp phone charm! Or..a water bottle..or..literally anything that isnt a bioweapon.

[starsstillshine]

ending season 4 by playing midnight city is fucking baller

[spookiedmango]

Got into comic books lately and loved the "Hunted" storyline from The Amazing Spiderman. I love love LOVED what they did with these characters so much that I had to give my own chibi spin on Kraven and Junior! 🦁🐯

[frankenbuggee]

I did not draw what I wanted to/planned to last night but I did enjoy drawing younger versions of these two! So it’s lore drop time!

Both Devious and Sergei were part of (Russian) intelligence forces both from ages 18 but neither met properly until after a mission on a large ship went wrong leaving those two the only survivors. Devious saved Sergei after they were stuck in the ocean before being rescued. Devious was just going to dip and leave Sergei at the hospital but not before informing family and that’s who he found our Sergei had none so guess he’s gonna keep an eye on him. Thus they became friends. Even tho Sergei acts likes an ass sometimes.

Buuut when Devious was attacked by his own higher ups and framed Sergei managed to find him and join him helping him become the villain boss he is today wiiith the hell of others that I shall introduce properly later too!

Devious went from not being overly ambitious in career placements to being fuelled by spite to be a very powerful person so he can’t sit people on their ass if they try coming after him again. 💀

[dukeofriven]

[anxsity]

hi sorry i need everyone to know the lockscreen of Sergei Ovechkin's ipad, son of Alexander Ovechkin, is a pic of him (Sergei) and Aube Kubel. when asked why, Nastya said "I dont know! he's like his guy". ovi wasnt lying, sergei really does adore NAK

[bisexualbailorgana]

WORF MAKING CHAMOMILE TEA IM SCREAMING

[baambastic]

Every time I remember that the Kraven I liked is dead and has been replaced by his identical son, I get a little sad.

[isagrimorie]

Awww I love Worf’s parents.

They’re so sweet and gave him so much space to grow and discover his heritage, and provided him with all the love and care they could give him.

(“We love you, you our are son.”)

I’m glad Worf included House of Rozhenko in the names he used to introduce himself to Raffi.

(Yes, I am rewatching Family, I only have so many vague recollections of early TNG and only weirdly remember the parts of Picard in his family home, maybe like before I’m wondering why they all sound British).

I don’t remember but I hope Worf was able to introduce Jadzia to his parents.

[sovamurka]

My gender of the day is Sergey Lazarev in Masked Singer Russia

[olyphantastic-world]

Daddy is back!!! ❤️

[bragascreenshot]

[businesscasualart]

Wholesome father and son and son bonding <3

Gore, body horror, and somewhat impromptu surgery below the cut

Idk how well this is gonna go if we're using kitchen tongs to remove organs but like, it's not about the outcome, it's the friends we made along the way.