#apartaments for free

[yunhonumeris1fane]

 Babysitting•JYH/OT8

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“You only wanted to hang out with your boyfriend, but instead you end up babysitting your 6 friends, who are completely wasted”

genre - fluff

pairings - bff_ateez x reader, bf_yunho x reader

warnings - alcohol consumption

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Your last class just ended, so here you are, heading over to the boys' dorm. The previous day, Yuhno asked you to come over tomorrow and you gladly accepted his offer. But the message 'don't come today' he just sent you, leaves you dumbfounded. You asked him why, but he hasn’t replied yet, so feeling like there is something going on, you decide to see it for yourself.

 Seconds after ringing the bell, you are greeted by a disappointed Yunho.

"Baby, I told you not to come over tonight" He pouts, peeking his head through the door gap, hiding something behind the door.

"Why?" You frown, as you find his odd behavior strange.

"It's for your own good. Everyone except me and Hoonjoong are drunk as hell. Especially San, Mingi and Woo" He explains the situation as you laugh at him. There's no way it is that bad.

"EEH, WHO'S THERE! Whoo are y-you talking to!" You hear San's voice coming from inside. Oh no

"No one!" Yunho attempts to hide you, but he's too late as San swings the door open, revealing your presence.

"Y/n!!" Blushed from the alcohol, he greets you excitedly and runs over to you to hug you. You're taken aback, as he looks absolutely wasted. 

"Mhmbrhlmmm '' He murmurs something, as you exchange looks with Yunho, who only lets out a loud sigh, waiting for a catastrophe.

"San", you try to get him off of you, but he doesn't listen, "San please let me go"

"Nmnomnomn…n-noo" He mumbles, refusing to oblige. You hopelessly glance at your boyfriend, who gives you a 'told you so' look, before trying to tear him off of you, as he's stuck to you like glue.

"Yah! C'mon San, you can hug her later?" Yunho tries to persuade San and he finally releases you with a sad "okay", before wandering back to the living room.

 As you step into the apartament, it's in a chaotic state. Loud music, accompanied by Jongho hitting high notes and the rest singing along. Loads of trash all over the living room, including soju bottles. You look over at the guys, sat around the coffee table in the living room and meet Hoongjoong's eyes asking for help. He's squished in between Wooyoung and Mingi, who are singing and swaying to music from side to side. 

"Y/N AYYY, COME HANG OUT WITH US!" Mingi energetically gestures to you, so you look over at Yunho for approval, but he only shakes his head.

"I don't want to be a babysitter, I'll better join them" You're about to join them, but Yunho instantly grabs you by your hand.

"Please no, don't go, don't leave us!" He pleads, not letting go of your hand, 

"DON'T LISTEN TO HIM Y/N!" Wooyoung yells out, giving Yunho a death glare.

"pretty please. Help us!" Yunho begs, looking at you with puppy eyes and almost convincing you. But before making a final decision, you turn to Hoongjoong, who nods repeatedly, looking like a scared hamster.

"Urgh fine" you let out a groan, as Yunho releases your hand and smiles happily.

"Guys, I need you to hand Hoongjoong over to me " you demand for the guys to free him, but they're not having it.

"No" Wooyoung pouts, locking his arms around him. 

"I'm leaving then" you shrug and pretend like you're leaving, Yuhno plays along, "Oh no, don't leave!", as he acts hurt by your decision.

"NOOooOo!!" San turns to you in a millisecond and starts whining loudly. Everyone gets triggered by San's noisiness, so Wooyoung and Mingi release the captive and Hoongjoong quickly runs over to you and Yunho, almost tripping over a bottle left on the ground.

"You're my savior" He gives a quick hug of gratitude and a side eyes the group, "I felt like I was going to die there. Wooyoung was screaming into my ear. Then Mingi was constantly pulling onto my arm. And San kept trying to kiss me on the cheek"

 You let out a heartful laugh, listening to Hoongjoongs complaints. Poor guy can't get any rest. Always in the middle of chaos.

"Why didn't you join them?" You inquire about your boyfriend, who's as sober as he could ever be.

"I didn't feel like drinking. I wanted to game, but Mingi and San dragged me out of my room, like literally dragged me out" He whines, annoyed with how the situation played out.

"Damn. What do we do then?" You rub your palms together, ready for action.

"If you try to do anything, you'll end up like me" Hoongjoong warns you, "but if you don't do anything, you might end up like me" Yuhno adds as you begin feeling like you should have stayed home.

"Mister, you should have explained to me, instead of just saying 'don't come'. Now I'm stuck in here with no way out"

"I was going to, but I couldn't even hit the send button, cause that was exactly when I was dragged out against my will" Yunho explains as you voice out an "oh". This is not looking good. You should run now and leave them to deal with the guys. But you can't, your heart quite literally breaks seeing the guys looking so sulky and tired.

"I'll go to the bathroom to cry, see you later" Hoongjoong informs and disappears from your vision

 You wrap your arms around Yunho's waist, pulling him into a comforting hug, as he hides his face in the crook of your neck.

 "It's okay. A few more hours and they'll be sleeping like they're knocked out" You console him, "we should tidy up the room. You deal with trash, I'll get their attention, so they don't harass you" you suggest as he nods and you make your way over to the gathering.

 "Y/n you're joining us? Finally!" Seonghwa exclaims, pouring you a shot. 

"I-I… no-" you're unable to finish your sentence as you're already handed a full shot glass, "eh, one glass won't hurt" you take it and gulp it down.

 "Y/n you scared m-me, I- thought you were going to betray us and hang out with those losers" Mingi admits, his speech slightly slurred. 

"Hah, look at him!" Wooyoung points at Yunho, who's picking up the empty bottles, putting them away in a trash bag, "he chose to be sober and clean up our mess instead of hanging out with us" he laughs at Yunho, as you get annoyed with him and picking up a cheeseball, throw it at Wooyoung, hitting him in the face. Everyone laughs, except him.

"Oww, why did you do that?" He scrunches his face, caressing his forehead, where he was just hit.

"Don't badmouth Yunho, or I'll throw this at you next time" You warn him, pointing at the sliced pork belly for the Bossam dish and he instantly shuts his mouth.

"Here drink it up" Seonghwa brings another full shot up to your lips, spilling it slightly on your clothes.

"I'll do it myself!" You carefully take it from his hands, "later, I haven't eaten much yet" You try to come up with an excuse, which he believes, too much so that he begins making you a bossam wrap.

 You take a closer look at each of the guys, to determine an approximate time they'd black out. Jongho is either in stage one or stage five, you can't tell, as looks unbothered, searching for another song on tv to slay. Yeosang, sitting beside him, is in a stage called coma. He looks like he's already sleeping, as his mouth is wide open and eyes glued shut. Mingi is in stage four together with Wooyoung, as they're arguing over who's going to get the last piece of cheesecake. Plot twist - There's no cheesecake. Seonghwa is in stage two or three, you also can't tell. He is just doing whatever he wants and thinks is necessary, like, "Bzzz", he pretends like the bossam pouch he just made is a plane, flying into your mouth, "Say ah!", he stuffs the pouch into your mouth, as you almost choke on it. 

 Then there's San, he's close to Yeosang's stage, looking around clueless, unable to catch on what's happening around him. He crawls over to you and lays his head down on your lap.

"Mmhmm, so comfy" he smiles to himself and continues babbling like a child. 

 They look like a big mess, but you still feel like Yunho and Hoongjoong overreacted. There's no way it was or is that bad. At least you think so until Jongho suddenly blasts a song on a high volume, followed by a loud "Aaah", scaring the hell out of you and waking up San, who was about to drift off to sleep.

"Lower the volume and your voice" You nudge Jongho, but he doesn't react and continues singing. So you go with a plan b and shut him up with your hand. But it doesn't go as planned as he bites your palm, making you retract your hand instantly. Feeling like giving up, you move San off of you, instructing him to rest on Seonghwa's lap instead and he does. Then you lift yourself off the floor and go help Yunho and Hoongjoong to clean the living room. When you're done, Hoongjoong and Yunho look around and then quietly tippy toe to Yuhno's room.

 Whilst you stay in the living room, inspecting the group once again. Now there's two down, four more to go. You suspect that Mingi is next, as he's talking with his eyes closed and barely saying any actual words. Seeing an opportunity to get out, you sprint to Yunho's room, where he's already playing games on his computer. Hoongjoong on the other hand is laying on his belly, "wake me up when the party's over" with that he closes his eyes shut.

 You approach your boyfriend from behind and rest your hands on his shoulders, massaging gently, "You should get some sleep too, I'll take care of them"

 "Impossible. How will you get them to their rooms, they're like twice your size" Yunho laughs at your words, knowing for sure how difficult they can get

 "I'll drag them by their legs if I need to" you shrug, making him burst out of laughter, as Hoongjoong shuffles in the bed, slowly opening his eyes.

"Are they out?" he mumbles, voice raspy from a 5 minute sleeping session.

"No, close your eyes" you tell him and he goes back to sleep once again.

 You stay by Yunho's side, watching him showing off how good of a gamer he is, until a sound comes from the living room, like an asteroid that just hit the ground, shaking the whole floor.

 Yunho immediately takes off his headset and stands up, "what was that?" His eyes wide open as he follows you to the living room, where you're greeted by Mingi kissing the floor, in between the coffee table and the couch.

"Mind explaining what happened?" You inquire about the situation as Yunho walks over to Mingi, to check if he's still alive.

"He was standing on the couch, was dancing and then wanted to get off, instead he tripped and fell" Seonghwa mumbles, completely unphased by the chaos.

 "He's alive" Yunho informs, glancing over at Mingi, who seems like he's out.

 "Should we end the gathering here?" You turn to the remaining 3 members, who don't seem to agree and keep on talking to each other, "okay". They look like they're on the verge of passing out. Jongho's not singing anymore, Wooyoung is staring at his own reflection on the black tv screen, Seonghwa is for sure fighting the urge to black out, San is still sleeping soundly on his lap, Yeonsang is now sprawled on the sofa and Mingi's passed out on the floor. 

 You manage to turn your head away for one second and Seongwa's out, face planting the table.

"It's between you and me now boi" Wooyoung intensely glares at Jongho, "I'll be the last to black out"

"You know what, let's get the fallen guys back to their rooms and leave Woo and John here for now" You suggest as Yunho agrees and goes to wake up Hoongjoong.

"Let's start from Yeosang" Hoongjoong decides and Yunho volunteers to take him, since his room is right in front of the living room. You and Hoongjoong take San, but just as you try to lift him up, he wakes up and starts babbling, refusing to be taken away.

"Everyone's going to sleep, you too" Hoongjoong talks to him as you take San by his right arm and Hoongjoong takes him by the left one. You lift him off the floor and walk him out of the apartament. Yunho, at the same time, wakes Yeosang up, gets him on his back and heads to the room, to put him to bed.

 When you successfully get San to his room, you lift the covers off his bed, as Hoongjoong puts him to bed with a little struggle, before tucking him in and heading back.

 "Wooyoung's down" Yunho points at the man sleeping on the couch, as Jongho's giggling at him, happy to be the winner.

 "I'll go by myself, no need-" Jongho almost loses his balance while standing up, "-no need for help" and with a smile he stomps his way back to his room

 "I'll check up on him later, you two take Mingi, I'll take Wooyoung", Hoongjoong approaches him and gently shakes his shoulder to wake him up. You and Yuhno attempt to lift Mingi off the floor, but can't, so you go with a plan b. You take him by his legs, as Yunho takes him by his arms. On three you lift him and carry him to his room.

"How do we open the door?" You question Yunho, as you stand at the door, struggling to keep Mingi off the floor. Fortunately, Hoongjoong steps in to lend you a hand.

"Let's keep Seonghwa and Wooyoung on the sofa, Wooyoung was very unhappy with me waking him up" Hoongjoong suggests, as he opens the door and lets you in. When Mingi's in his bed, you go to Seonghwa's room to fetch his blanket and pillow as Hoongjoong takes Wooyoung's from his room. When you come back, you slide a pillow under each of their heads and cover them with blankets, “Finally, some peace” you let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm out, goodnight!" Hoongjoong immediately leaves as you drop to the floor out of exhaustion.

"You wanna stay over for tonight, It's really late" Yunho joins you on the floor, checking his phone.

"Wouldn't even think of going home" you rest your head on his shoulder, on a verge to fall asleep, "I'm never having kids" you admit as Yunho lets out a breathy laugh, "same"

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[garciastudios]

Chill Apartament - Blender Scene

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[aphrogeneias]

i constantly imagine roomies with reader and steddie. they haven't put a label on it yet but they all fuck each other. i've been so subby lately so... kinda hard dom eddie and soft daddy dom steve just absolutely ravaging her. free use, dp, spit roasting, all of it. just completely using her like an object to get themselves off, meanwhile they're actually doing it for her because they know how much she loves being treated that way.

anon, are you in my mind? are you in my walls? because that's all i want

i can't help but think this started "on accident", like eddie and steve have always had on eye on you, wanting you desperately and having you close only made it worse, seeing you around the apartment with your cute pyjamas and stealing their shirts and coming out of the shower with nothing but a towel on. it drives them crazy.

and then one night, you confess to them that you're feeling like you want to turn all your thoughts off, to have someone take care of you, use you as they see fit as long as you're able to get your fill too. and take that as in invitation, the opportunity they'd been waiting for.

they take you in every surface of the apartament. the neighbors will hear you scream for them at the oddest times of the day, and the night. one of them will get home to see the other already having his way with you and join in. sometimes they'll just watch the other and praise you at how good you are at taking them.

and they just love providing that for you. if that's the way you want to have them, that's what you'll get. but what if you want more?

[purrplegyuu]

hi Issa!!!

Is this a request? lol. I just wanted to know what kind of content would you write for the rest of txt??

Luv yaa!!

-🪷

Hiiiii 🪷 anonnie! I didn't really understand what where you asking for, sorryyy T.T

But here it is. I'm not saying this is what I will be writting next btw. Love you too!! ❤️

What kind of themes I think fit them the most (SMUT EDITION) + fictional warnings

Choi Soobin

You have always been too shiny and charming around him −pretty smile on your lips while talking to HIS friends, shamelessly flirting with them in front of him just because you want HIS attention. Until you finally have had fucked all of them, and he thinks he finally got rid of you. However, there you are, once again shining over his fucking apartament like it’s all about you. The moment he sees you on his couch, slapping his ex girlfriend’s face yelling that she was never enough for him… that’s when he gets really pissed off because fuck, you have just ruined his plan to get her back, lying also about having laid with him. So, that’s what you want? Then that’s what he will give you.

−Hate sex

−Strong kink

−Overstimulation

Choi Yeonjun

So you’re bad boy!Yeonjun's neighbor since you were born, and you have always been secretly in love with him; always too innocent and dumb to notice he’s also waiting for the day he could finally confess to you because doesn’t want to make you feel scared of him because of the age gap between you both.

−Age gap

−Corruption kink

−Mean dom!yeonjun

−Innocent!reader

Choi Beomgyu

Step brother!Beomgyu who didn’t actually want you to move on into his house because he never really liked to have someone bursting into his life like you would (like you did). Anyways, his mother didn’t listen to him when he said that to her —then, expect him to look at you with killer eyes everytime your dad and his mom are not there. Alway too mean and cold around you, and when he fucks you, you see nothing in his eyes but hate. He wants to ruin you so so much.

−Stepcest

−Hate sex

−Mean dom!beomgyu

Kang Taehyun

Everything on school is gray and cold, home is not very different, dad is barely at home and mom is always so mean to you. Everything is pure angst. He knows that. He also knows he is your only comfort, and I swear he really tried to show you how much you mean to him —it’s just really hard for him, and you constantly feel like he doesn’t love you the way you do, like the only time he loves you is when he is fucking you the way he wants to, so thats your favourite part of the day… even if it hurts you.

−Angst

−Free use

−Comfort(?)

Huening Kai

He is big and cute and soft and pretty. That’s what you liked at first sight. Some years younger than you, always too shy to make any move. You didn’t really wait for him to do it anyways —you knew it was always gonna be you approaching him because everything he needed was a mommy who teaches him how to love, how to feel great and how to make her feel great.

−Mommy kink

−Reader older

−Soft dom!reader

[born-to-riot]

I Know What You Need

Poly+ ACOTAR Week 2024 - Day 7 (Free Day)

Summary: Amren comes up with an unorthodox solution to one of Nesta's problems....and by unorthodox I mean Amren and Varian invite Nesta to share their bed for the night.

[This all was inspired by a message I sent @acourtofladydeath that said: I think there is a sore lack of vamren in the community and shall I fix that by having them invite a third? Shall it be Nesta? Shall Amren show her how to harness her potential by taking it out on a needy overstimulated Varian?]

Found on AO3

What I Want.

Chapter 1 of 2

Looking back, Nesta isn’t quite sure how she found herself in this situation. Well actually that’s a lie, she thinks.  Nesta shifts her weight to her other leg and releases a sigh as she tightens her bun for what feels like the umpteenth time. She has been standing outside the door of Amren’s apartament in Velaris for Cauldron knows how long, afraid to knock. 

In truth, Nesta knows exactly how she ended up accepting her mentor and friend’s shocking proposal. It does not necessarily erase the thin but ever-so-present shroud of guilt and mortification hovering about her. 

“You’re here for a reason.” Nesta quietly reminds herself, keeping her blue-gray eyes locked on the unopened door in front of her. 

In a thin, black  robe, Nesta Archeron stands tall. Made ornate by the roses and thorns sewn into the neck line, the silk clings tightly to her skin. Amren had asked–or actually she more so demanded–that Nesta arrive here tonight dressed minimally, so she had. As she, Amren, and Varian have all gone over several times prior to tonight, the scene will start as soon as the tiny fae opens the door. 

“It might help if I knock on it first.” Nesta murmurs to herself.

It's been six months since the end of the war with Hybern and to be honest, Nesta has not been in the best place with her mind, her friends, or with her power. She’s not even going to start on the whole weird connection she feels with Cassian. The male has been super frustrating as of late and honestly, all Nesta wants to do anytime he comes near her is punch him in the face. More pertinent to the present matter at hand, Nesta feels like she’s been swept into a world she wasn’t ready to understand and placed into a body that she doesn’t fully know. She wishes she could take this transition in stride like Feyre. Recently, even Elain is doing better than she is. But instead Nesta feels like she is shriveling down to a fragment of herself, cowering under the weight of the unknown, from the fear of what has already happened, and the terror of what is coming next. 

But alas, Amren has offered a possible solution, albeit an unorthodox one, to address some of her problems and Nesta would be foolish to deny this opportunity as not only it is much better than bedding random males every night, but also she is hopeful that she will be able to feel whole again after tonight. 

“Come on, Nesta,” she tells herself, “Still, she refuses to acknowledge that her hand is most definitely shaking as she slowly raises it in preparation to knock on the red-painted door that stands between her and something that she knows she will never be able to come back from. 

Nesta has to remind herself to keep breathing when the door swings open in front of her, her hand still raised in front of the now empty space. Not even a millisecond later, Amren appears in the doorframe, clad in sheer white oversized button down shirt, which–if Nesta wasn’t too busy attempting to stop her jaw from literally dropping at the mesmerizing sight of Amren’s elaborate lingerie set peaking through the frame provided by the unbuttoned shirt–she’d put her money on it being Varians. She doesn’t spend too much time pondering that thought, however, as Nesta is also currently trying to remedy the usual image of the harem-pants-wearing and fear-inducing tiny gremlin of a fae with the ethereal vision in front of her currently. 

Amren is intimidating enough on her own; however, the additional height of her thigh-high seven-inch platforms brings her just a couple inches shy of Nesta’s own height and the closeness of her ancient silver hues makes Nesta’s heart start racing even faster. As Amren clearly is taking her time in assessing Nesta, she takes her own time to try to decide if she wants to top or be topped by the little fae in front of her. 

Nesta isn’t reluctant to admit that she has not ever spent much time thinking about Amren’s breasts other than the fact that they were small. Now though, as she sees them held in an overbust mesh black steel boned corset, she can’t help but wonder what they’d feel like in her palms. Nesta also hasn’t given too much thought to women before in regards to the matter of sexual preference. In her defense, when she was still human she was mostly surrounded with women that were either related to her or were members of the blasted ‘children of the blessed’. She supposes she will have to be thankful that the whole ‘being dunked in a magical cauldron against her will by an egomaniac’ ordeal has allowed her to explore a wider avenue of carnal opportunities than she ever could have imagined. At that line of thought her traitorous brain and heart work together to form an image of a certain large red-siphoned Illyrian male and Nesta quickly shuts that down. Tonight is not about him, she reassures herself, it's about her. 

Fortunately, there is something about Amren’s ancient aura combined with her ‘wiser than thou’ attitude that Nesta finds infuriating but at the same time inexplicably attractive. Amren lets out a purposefully audible sigh, shifting her weight onto her other leg and placing her black fingerless glove covered arms on her hip–barely visible past the rolled-up sleeves of Varian’s shirt. Still, the movement draws Nesta’s attention to the many rings on her finger–unsurprising–and the tiny fae’s manicure, her nails filed to such sharp tips they appeared to be claws. Not only that, but the movement adjusts the oversized shirt she was wearing over her lingerie set and now Nesta can’t stop the thrum of interest that rises inside of her as her eyes lock onto the bare skin of Amren’s pussy, which is on display through her crotchless mesh and lace panty. 

“You’re late,” Amren’s voice shocks Nesta out of her self-induced stupor. She immediately lifts her gaze to meet the unimpressed one evident in the other’s charcoal-lined eyes. 

She opens her mouth to speak–to try and come up with some sort of explanation for herself–yet she finds she is unable to do anything other than audibly choke on an inhale. Nesta closes her mouth, frustrated with herself. She is smart, she is beautiful, she is the eldest of her sisters and she will be Cauldron-damned if she lets herself get flustered by Amren of all people. Nesta straightens her posture and goes to speak again, intending to say something stupid about how ‘You’re lucky I came at all’ just so she could feel more in control of the situation. However, she gets interrupted again, this time though not by her own volition, but instead at the silent raising of Amren’s hand in a ‘stop’ motion. She feels a rise of anger filling her, absolutely furious at the audacity of Amren to just hold her hand up and expect Nesta to stop speaking. How dare she? A voice hisses inside of her, one that Nesta is not too sure is entirely her own, yet she is too caught up in her inexplicable rage to care. 

“I don’t care for excuses, girl,” Amren interrupts her before Nesta even has a chance to voice her ire, rolling her eyes and stepping aside so that she can hold the door open– the action a clear invitation for Nesta to enter the premises. Nesta takes a deep breath, truly trying not to lose her cool at the elder for such a minor transgression and one that is just so quintessentially Amren. However, she nearly loses her composure again when her inner consciousness decides to remind her that ‘she does have a type.’ Nesta is fully aware that she apparently has a metaphorical hard-on for infuriatingly obnoxious assholes–the main culprit of this affliction being Cassian. However, usually, Amren is more of a smartass which keeps her away from the same category as the Ilyrian. Tonight, however, the ancient being seems to be cauldron-bent on trying to antagonize Nesta and for some forsaken reason the slight is turning her on.

Instead of falling victim to Amren’s goading, Nesta inhales the Velaris air one more time before taking a step past the threshold into Amren’s apartment. Upon her exhale, she finds herself in the same lackluster entryway she’s found herself in many times before. Amren, at least given what Nesta has observed so far in the time she’s known her, seems to prefer to save her decor for the deeper areas of the apartment–if she were to wager a guess, Nesta presumes the ancient creature would rather keep her jewels and valuables protected and hidden in contrast to Rhys and Feyre who display their wealth like a peacock does its feathers. Though, she supposes that is their right as the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court. Nevertheless, Nesta still takes the time to let her eyes trail across her immediate surroundings. She recognizes the same little alcove to her left that has two emerald green club chairs on either side of a small end table as well as the rest of the entryway, the area being sparse apart from another closed door and a painting of some books. Despite the fact that she’s seen this all before, Nesta feels the hairs on her arms start to raise as her gaze finally lands on the empty hallway in front of her; she wonders if the chill in the air is a foretaste of what is to come of tonight. 

Before she has a chance to determine what side of the scale the omen leans toward, the sound of the door slamming behind her shocks Nesta back into the moment. She whips around to face Amren, who is leaning with her back against the now-shut front door, smirking up at her. While she internally reprimands her subconscious for allowing her to show her back to such a dangerous creature, Nesta would also be lying if she says she did not feel a sense of satisfaction curl within her once she realizes that even with Amren’s heels, Nesta is still taller than her. Of course, this satisfaction doesn’t last, the second Amren lets her grin fall off her face and takes a step forward, Nesta feels as if a veil has lifted from her view, revealing the ethereal being in front of her. Everyone in Prythian knows that Amren is an otherworldly creature, full of knowledge and power. Nesta regrets to think that she thought Amren would somehow become less than she once was after she lost her power in the Cauldron all those months ago. 

“This is your last chance to back out girl,” Amren says seriously, pure silver locked on gray blue, gazing into her eyes so directly Nesta almost feels as if Amren is able to see through her. Nesta is still trying to take in the sight of Amren’s silky black hair framing her sharp jaw-line, her small but supple tits barely visible but clearly evident, her tiny waist and lean muscle both obvious through the mesh and fit of her corset, the color a great contrast against her tanned skin. However, as Nesta eyes Amren’s freshly shaven cunt–the pattern of the lace on her crotchless panties perfectly framing her vulva–she feels her temperature rise with a combination of both desire and ire. Nesta doesn’t give a shit if Amren currently looks like some sort of goddess, how dare she question her surety.

“I know what I want,” Nesta narrows her eyes into a glare and straightens her posture, refusing to look away from Amren’s unusually sober stare. She understands that Amren is just concerned, but she wishes everyone would stop being so careful around her. She used to be able to rely on Amren to be the only one in her sister’s stupid fucking Inner Circle who was willing to be up-front with her.   

“It's not a question of what you want, this is a matter of what you need, girl,” Amren stalks closer to her, her eyes somehow still bright and predatory despite the dimness of the room. 

“There is nothing weak about having second thoughts,” she purrs, starting to circle around Nesta as she comes even closer, like a predator and its prey. 

“Amren,” she snaps, frustratedly, tired of her friend’s game. She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t want to be, Nesta bemoans the fact that it seems like the tiny fae truly derives some sick sense of pleasure from making everything ten times more difficult than it needs to be. 

“Patience child,” she shivers at the sound of Amren’s tongue clicking right behind her, the ancient one’s voice sounding displeased. Before Nesta can even process why the disappointment in Amren’s tone causes her heart to jolt, the press of two dangerously sharp nail tips against the back of her neck pause all of her racing thoughts. She fights the urge to flinch as the nails start to slowly drag down the remainder of her exposed spine, pressing into each vertebrae it passes.

“Don’t make a mistake. Just because I allow you to play a dominant role tonight,” the female hisses, her breath warm against Nesta’s ear, the two dangerously sharp tips of Amren’s nails focusing on the vertebrae that sits right above the collar of Nesta’s robe, she continues, “doesn’t mean I’m not still willing to put you in your place.”

The words send a shiver of delight through Nesta, the tickle of Amren’s breath against her ear sends tendrils of electricity that spread throughout her whole body. She can feel the tingles reverberate in her chest and down her arms, until they land, pooling in her breasts. Nesta’s breath hitches and she  as the indent of Amren’s nails start to shift, her nipples hardening at the drag of the claw-like sensation against the side of her throat. She doesn’t even realize that her eyes are closed until Amren releases the grip on her neck, Nesta opening her eyes to find the other in front of her with a distinctly pleased grin painting her sharp faerie features. 

“Understand?” Amren asks expectantly, slowly moving her jewel covered hand to the flimsy piece of string that is holding Nesta’s robe together, causing the more modest of the two to blush. Nesta feels a piece of her strange newly awakened inner soul start to fight at the idea of conceding to anyone. However, she notes the tantalizingly slow speed of Amren’s outstretched hand and appreciates the fact that she is purposefully giving her plenty of opportunity to reject the advance if Nesta was to wish it so. 

“Hmm?” Amren urges Nesta gently to respond, pausing her hand once it reaches its destination, tangling itself loosely in the string. As Nesta eyes Amren, she can’t help but think that this is probably the most considerate Amren will ever be of her wishes. Still, she looks at the hunger evident in Amren’s eyes, thinks about the heat filling her own body, and she knows she can’t put this off any longer. She thinks over the last couple months of angst and seclusion, about how she can barely stand to look at herself in the mirror, the flames in her eyes not feeling like her own.  It’s time she takes the next step for herself. Nesta knows what she wants–no, she knows what she needs to do now. 

“Yes Mistress, I understand,” Nesta replies, inclining her head as a sign of acceptance of Amren’s authority.

“Good girl” Nesta doesn’t know how to feel about the fact that the older’s praise gives her such a clear sense of security. However, it seems she doesn’t have much time to ponder on it further. With one swift movement Amren has rid Nesta’s robe of the tie keeping it together, the fabric falling open to reveal her bare skin underneath. 

“What a treat,” a devilish smirk plasters itself onto Amren’s face as the female eyes her up and down. She has to admit that this, revealing her naked body to her friend, is one of the parts of tonight that she has been most nervous for. Now though, Nesta can only find it in herself to feel pleased as she watches Amren hungrily take in her bare body, her unyielding silver stare seeming to pause on her ample breasts and what’s visible of her cunt. 

“You look absolutely delightful, he won’t be able to control himself,” Amren notes before turning on her heel and heading down the long hallway. Nesta is flattered and somewhat surprised that Amren said so– assuming the ‘he’ in question is Varian– Nesta’s body being a much different build than Amren’s. Nesta has been so caught up in Amren she almost is sorry to say that she might have forgotten about Varian, which is insane because Amren is quite literally letting Nesta fuck her boyfriend to help her feel normal in this new body of hers and to help her gain control of the great power that has been set loose inside her. 

“Come on, girl,” Nesta will admit she barely registers the words that are coming out of Amren’s mouth, her eyes a little busy admiring the other’s well-defined ass. She supposes it makes sense, Amren is strong not only due to her position as Rhysand’s Second in Command, but also just through reputation alone. It would make sense that Amren’s glutes would reflect such strength, which Nesta once again feels bad for presuming that someone so small wouldn’t be able to have a wonderful ass. 

“I won’t be happy if I have to repeat myself,” Amren notes, turning back to look at Nesta over her shoulder, raising a brow. Nesta quickly launches herself into motion, following the other female. As Amren comes to stop in front of one of the doors further down the way, Nesta wonders what lies behind it.

“Let the festivities begin,” Amren quips, opening the door in front of her and stepping inside. Nesta gulps as she follows behind her, not having a chance to see anything other than a dark room and the white of the shirt on Amren’s back before the other motions to her in a request to close the door behind her. Nesta turns quickly then, somehow hoping that the faster she moves the more it will lessen her nerves. As soon as she closes the door she notes that the lighting in the room dims significantly. She takes a second to inhale and exhale, clearing her mind of all of her worries, before finally deciding that she is truly ready to begin..

“What now?” Nesta asks, turning around in search of Amren. 

“Strip” Amren orders, taking the moment to also shed herself of the oversized shirt she had been wearing over her lingerie. 

Nesta takes a moment to assess her surroundings, noting that they seem to be in a walk-in closet. The only light in the room is provided by the flames of various candles throughout the many presumably empty shelves in the room, Nesta admits she hasn’t given the shelves too much attention as she is much more interested in the main focus of the room: a large ostentatious full length mirror. The mirror is absolutely gorgeous and is framed by two hanging lanterns so that whoever stands in front of it will be able to see themselves in lovely detail. So much detail that Nesta finds her nerves creeping up on her again, but she looks at Amren–waiting patiently next to the mirror for her– and slips the sleeves of her robe off her shoulders. The already-opened garment easily slides down the rest of her body and gathers in a puddle at her feet.

“Good girl,” Amren purrs, “now come over here and stand in front of this mirror for me, yeah?”

Nesta nods, trying to keep her eyes on Amren female instead of looking back at her own reflection. The air in the room chills against her now bare skin, Nesta feels the hair on her arms stand as she lessens the distance between herself and her destination. Although, as Nesta takes another step, she realizes that she is not exactly sure if the goosebumps are solely due to the cold. 

“Tell me what you see, girl,” Amren orders her, Nesta finally arriving at a standstill. She hesitates to adhere to the ancient one’s wishes, biting her lip and taking note of the fact that she finds some form of comfort in the familiar face of her friend. It is not like she is a virgin. Nesta is guilty of having taken many random fae males back to her apartment over the course of the past six months. Despite the frequency of the occurrences, Nesta finds it hard to remember anything apart from going through the expected motions. She brings the male of choice to her bed, they fuck, the male goes home, and once again she is left feeling trapped in some suspension of reality–stuck in a time that is between the past and the present, no hope for a future. 

But tonight, in this moment, in this closet, there is no denying the vulnerability that seeps through her every pore. In the candlelight Amren’s silver eyes look radiant, luminous like they were before she sacrificed herself, her power, for them all. Nesta is as guilty as the rest of the inner circle in that they all are waiting for the moment Amren breaks, that she lashes out at one of the others in jealousy, that she can’t take it anymore. But now, Amren stands in front of her more alluring than Nesta has ever found her before. The tiny fae is still leaning against the mirror frame, waiting patiently for Nesta to follow her orders. Nesta looks her up and down, once again admiring Amrens' lingerie–the combination of her heels, corset, fingerless gloves, and crotchless lace mesh panties all working well together to bring attention to her toned legs. Nesta finds herself overcome with jealousy too, that Amren could walk around her own house showing off her cunt so freely. However, she does appreciate Amren’s uncharacteristic show of patience and so Nesta nods at the elder before adhering to her wishes. She turns slightly to face herself in the mirror.

“I see myself,” Nesta answers the question without a thought. She spies Amren frowning at her response from the corner of her eye and Nesta struggles not to do the same. Respecting the process is hard when the process is asking her what she sees in a mirror, what the fuck else is she supposed to see other than her reflection? 

“Try again,” Amren says, clearly displeased. This time, Nesta doesn’t bother to hide her frown. She doesn’t know why she's trying to be polite when she’s here naked in front of Amren. Still, she swallows as she takes note of Amren’s figure entering the mirror’s field of vision, the ancient creature clearly assessing her.

“I don’t know its a fucking mirror, Amren, what else am I supposed to see?” Nesta snaps. She has never been one to hold herself back before, she doesn’t know why she should stop now. Maybe if Nesta demands some answers from Amren, then their night can get started faster.

“I will give you one warning to keep your temper in check, girl,” Amren hisses, the flickering candlelight bouncing off her naturally tanned skin as she approaches Nesta, her figure becoming larger as she gets closer to Nesta. 

“You know what you signed up for, I don’t like brats,” Amren comes to a stop just slightly behind her, Nesta is able to see her claw-like nails rhythmically tapping impatiently upon her cocked hip.

Nesta closes her eyes with a sigh. She does know what she signed up for, and if anyone knows how to deal with being shoved inside a different form it's Amren. She inhales and tries to clear her mind of all her inhibitions, she knows that in order for this to work she needs to step into it fully rather than keeping one metaphorical foot out the door. Nesta opens her eyes, looking straight into their gray-blue reflection as she decides she’s ready to try again. 

“I see…” Nesta trails off, her throat suddenly dry as the mirror confronts her with a bare body, the body that she knows is supposed to belong to her, the body that looks almost the same as it always has, the body that no longer feels like her own. A stranger.

“You see…?” Amren urges her to continue. The heat radiating from her breath tickles against Nesta’s ear, causing her nipples to tingle slightly. She pushes that thought aside though because she remembers Amren has asked her a question..

“I see….myself?” she replies less sure than before, watching her own shoulders hike up in the mirror, noting that her breasts bounce slightly with the motion. Despite the fact that she utters the same response as before, anyone who has two eyes and two working ears would be able to tell that Nesta’s tone is completely different than it was before. She stares at her reflection in the mirror. 

Nesta knows this body, she recognizes her fair skin, she recognizes her golden-brown hair–still tied up in a bun, and she recognizes her sharp jawline. Her ears are definitely different but oddly enough it doesn’t bother her, she supposes it suits her face and she still has her same long neck. As she lets her eyes trail down her reflection further she can see her arms are more toned than before. Her breasts are a tad bit bigger than when she was human too–which she chalks up to the amazing food in Prythian. In her opinion, there is nothing particularly remarkable about her stomach or legs, they are the same size and length as before. Nesta is familiar with this body, so she doesn’t know why she feels so out of place in front of this mirror.

Nesta can’t help but let her eyes focus on her least favorite part of herself: her cunt. It's not like she’s had a lot of others to compare hers to before, but she has always felt like hers was rather ugly. Nesta lets her eyes glance slightly to the right to take a peek at Amren’s cunt where it's peeking through her crotchless panties in the mirror. The ancient fae’s pussy was free of all pubic hair, her vulva looking smooth. Based on the fact that Nesta doesn’t see any signs of Amren's inner labia, she assumes that Amren is one of those lucky bitches with shorter ones. Nesta glances back to her own, her own pubic region is covered in hair in addition to her inner labia hanging down to where they are visible in her reflection. 

“Good enough,” Amren, thankfully, interrupts her negative spiral of thoughts. Nesta is also grateful that Amren accepts her answer, probably able to sense the change in Nesta’s energy. 

“On your knees!” Nesta didn’t even notice Amren move before she felt a distinct boot-like pressure on the backs of her knees, causing them to buckle. Before she even has a chance to be upset about this turn of events, she feels Amren’s hand grip the back of her neck, focusing Nesta’s attention back on both of their reflections in the mirror.

“First, we’re taking care of this pesky bun,” Nesta gasps as Amren roughly snaps the hairband she was using, yanking it out of her hair. Nesta can’t even appreciate the tickle of her golden-brown hair falling upon her shoulders, she gasps out a moan as Amren adjusts her grip to include the back of her hair, yanking it back roughly.

“Then,” she uses one of her nails to bring Nesta’s head up to face her. From this position, Nesta has a really good perspective of Amren's vulva, her dark inner labia symmetrically framed by the beautiful lace of her panties. She guesses she understands now why Amren and Varian spend so much of their time in the bedroom, if Nesta had a partner who looked like that she wouldn’t be able to stay off of them. 

“Listen to me,” Amren continues to speak, adding pressure to her grip on the back of Nesta’s neck, moving the other hand–finger still on her jaw–down to rest upon the column of her now exposed throat, “you are never going to get over this malaise of yours if you don’t acknowledge that you are more now.”

Nesta isn’t exactly sure how she’s supposed to be paying attention to anything other than the feel of Amren’s finger, the sharp edge now tracing down the line of her throat–now that Nesta can actually feel the edges of Amren’s nails, she knows that if Amren wanted she could slice through the skin of her neck with one flick of her finger. Still, Nesta tries to ignore the trail of electricity that seems to be shooting out of wherever her skin makes contact with Amren’s and instead tries to focus on the conversation that she is supposed to be participating in.

“No, I know…,” Nesta starts, the sudden absence of Amren’s grip startles her, “I know-”, she tries to continue, tracking Amren’s reflection in the mirror, the tiny fae keeping her one finger anchored in its position on Nesta’s neck while swerving behind her so that she is now standing behind Nesta’s left side. “I know that I’m… different,” Nesta finishes, trying not to flinch away from the sudden softness of Amren’s knuckle circling the area of skin around the indentation left behind by the sharp edge of her nail. 

“Different isn’t the same as bad, child,” Nesta doesn’t know why the use of the term ‘child’ suddenly bothers her, Amren is so old that it makes perfect sense why she would view all their friends as such. Yet, for some reason, the term strikes an odd cord within her, leaving behind a slight residue of ire. She doesn’t think she is in the place to complain about it now, though. Especially as she both witnesses Amren’s reflection and feels the fae move behind her, now straddling her left calf and hooking her chin over the back of Nesta’s shoulder. Her nipples harden immediately, the combination of Amren’s breath ghosting over her shoulder—breezing past the side of her neck—and of the warmth against her completely nude back transforms Nesta’s body into an oversensitive vessel. 

“I remember when I first saw you, and these,” Amren starts, her arms reaching out from behind Nesta, her tanned hands—peeking out from fingerless gloves—now taking a hold of Nesta’s breasts, “these for sure are different.”

Nesta bites back a moan as she makes eye contact with Amren through the mirror, the other fae having an almost feral grin on her face as she begins massaging Nesta’s breasts. Despite the fact that Amren’s hands are small—not able to encompass the entirety of Nesta’s rather large breasts—she makes up for it with her vigor. Amren starts rolling Nesta’s nipples between her index finger and thumb in combination with the rhythmic pressing of her other fingers, each one making contact with a pressure point Nesta didn’t even know was there.. 

“Mhmm” Nesta moans a response, unable to hold back the effect of the pleasure arising from Amren’s kneading. It feels like there is fire inside her, each roll of Amren’s fingers on her nipples causes a ripple like sensation shooting straight to her cunt, leaving a pathway of sensitivity leading straight to her steadily heating core.

“And this,” Amren says lowly, nibbling at Nesta’s left ear as she releases her grip on her right breast. Both silver and gray-blue eyes track Amren’s hand through the mirror–watching as it disappears behind Nesta’s back briefly. 

Nesta loses track of the room around her as she feels two of the pads of Amren’s fingers press ever-so-lightly against her spine between her shoulder-blades. This teasingly light touch combines with a particularly well timed squeeze of her left breast, triggering another round of the spark-like sensation inside her. Nesta tilts her head back to the right almost subconsciously, her body submitting to Amren and readily exposing her neck. She ignores the inner rage that emerges from that same deep  place as before, especially when she feels Amren’s fingers start to trail their teasingly-light touch down her spine–the fae seemingly enjoying the feel of the dips and ridges between her vertebrae as she makes her way down. 

“This is your greatest error,” Amren ghosts the words over the exposed skin of her neck, Nesta shivers at the sensation. 

“What is?” Nesta asks, she internally curses her ancient friend’s inability to refrain from sounding cryptic whenever she speaks.

“This,” Amren repeats, immediately releasing her other breast. Nesta is too confused to register the jiggle of her tit as it settles back into its place on her chest. ‘This’ still isn’t an answer, Nesta thinks. Thankfully though, she isn’t too far caught up into the ‘enigma that is Amren’ to miss the fact that Amren’s right hand is currently resting on her ass, the palm of her left hand–the one that has just released her breast–now pressing on the region of skin just above her pelvic bone. 

“How dare you deny this cunt as your own,” Amren demands. Nesta gasps as Amren moves her hand that is resting on Nesta’s ass down to cup her vulva from behind, igniting a whole new round of heat inside of her. Nesta can feel Amren’s fingers tangling themselves in her pubic hair, she can see the tips of Amren’s nails in the reflection from the mirror. 

“I-I didn’t tell you that,” Nesta stutters, the heat of Amren’s hand below making it difficult for Nesta to retrieve her thoughts, her clit throbs in anticipation and she can feel the distinct sensation of wetness starting to build up inside of her.  

“I know,” Amren smirks, Nesta making eye contact with her reflection, “But you poured your soul out into this mirror, girl. I can tell, that’s why I know exactly what I need to do to fix you.”

Nesta can’t even begin to try to wrap her head around that sentence; as soon as Nesta opens her mouth Amren presses her palm harder into Nesta’s front, causing a loud moan to escape her lips instead of whatever it was she intended to say as the added pressure discharges quivers of pleasure straight to her clit. Nesta is beginning to get the feeling that Amren enjoys making her speechless. 

“And w-what’s that?” she manages to ask, truly desperate to know how Amren is going to fix Nesta’s fractured soul.

“How about you stop asking questions so that I can show you,” Amren replies instead of answering, Nesta pauses, noting that this is the first time tonight that Amren has sounded anything close to borderline impatient. Amren relaxes the pressure on Nesta’s front, seemingly waiting for the younger to respond before she continues. 

Nesta quickly pushes aside the massive amounts of lust that are coursing through her body at the moment and instead makes eye contact with Amren again through their reflections. 

“Yes Mistress, I apologize,” Nesta says dutifully, only feeling slightly bad that she irritated Amren. Still, she knows she made the right move as Nesta spies Amren’s shoulders relaxing as she rehooks her chin over Nesta’s left shoulder.

“Good girl,” she praises. Nesta watches Amren’s eyes flash before she starts moving her left hand up and down Nesta’s stomach. Nesta can do nothing but swallow as Amren starts to move her right hand. 

“Now, are you seriously trying to tell me that these don’t belong to you?” Amren hisses. Nesta jolts as she feels Amren grip the lips of her inner labia, slowly rolling them between her fingers.

“These are nice, full, begging for attention, why do you hate them?”

“I don’t-” Nesta tries to start.

“Don’t lie to me,” Amren cuts her off, igniting another distant unfamiliar rage inside Nesta, one that she does not completely understand. As it seems to keep happening tonight, Amren doesn’t give her a chance to respond as Amren places a particularly strong tug on her inner labia, pulling the lips down before releasing them, the sound of Nesta’s wetness subsequently echoing in the quiet tiny room.

Amren forms two of her fingers into a V, pressing them just outside the area surrounding her clit before she starts massaging the area in a circular motion.

“Fuck.” Nesta whimpers, Amren’s teasing is absolutely agonizing. Nesta’s clit throbs, with the other’s fingers so close, it can’t help but send pulses of need throughout Nesta’s body in time with each move of Amren’s fingers around it. 

“I need you to understand that this power of yours is not something you should be afraid of,” Amren stops the circular motions and instead presses two fingers directly onto her clit through its hood. Nesta swears the pleasure is so intense, it feels as if a fire is rising inside of her. The base of it originates from her core, the smoke rising up to keep the rest of her upper body warm too.  

“It wants to work with you,” Amren lets out a gasp as she starts to grind her own pussy down on Nesta’s leg which she has been stradling this whole time. Nesta bites her lip as she feels the moist beginnings of Amren’s own juices impressing upon her calf. The fingers of Amren’s right hand aren't moving, instead they keep a constant thread of pressure on her clit. Nesta’s poor clit, she can tell it’s desperate for attention, it sends constant pulses as if it is asking her to move to give it some sort of relief from all the stimulation Amren is providing.

Nesta watches Amren through the mirror. She can both see and feel Amren’s right hand splaying out across her stomach, using it for balance as she grinds against her calf and uses her other hand to attend to Nesta’s cunt. Despite the impressive multitasking that Amren already has going on, Nesta notices Amren’s assessing silver gaze is locked on her own, as if Amren is waiting for her to realize something. 

What though? Nesta wants to ask, but she refrains because she knows Amren won’t take it well. But how the fuck is she supposed to know what Amren wants? Amren is older than Prythian itself and Nesta has been High Fae for less than a year. All Nesta knows is that she is more turned on than she has ever been in her entire life, sitting completely in the nude between a mirror and the scantily dressed body of one of the people she feels the most comfortable around lately–which in itself is saying something as it is Amren she is talking about. 

“Look inside yourself,” Amren says as she slows the pace of her gyrations, “can’t you feel that you’re not alone?”

Nesta lets out another moan, closing her eyes as Amren starts driving the fingers that have been fixed on Nesta’s clit around, dragging her clit into a circular path. This, of course, causes Nesta’s hips to jerk into the motion, chasing after the pleasure. She also tries to decipher what exactly Amren means with her statement that ‘she’s not alone.’

It is quite hard to do so though when she feels like there’s a sweltering heat inside her body, begging for escape. Nesta has been horny before, she knows what it feels like. Cauldron knows that she has been a victim of it tonight. Fortunately, thanks to the overstimulation that Amren is so happily providing, Nesta is able to take a deeper look at what’s going on inside of her. 

Nesta closes her eyes, trying to center herself past the pleasure that’s overwhelming her senses. As she inhales, she ignores the rocking of Amren’s pussy back and forth on her calf, she ignores the sting of her painfully hard nipples, she ignores the rhythmic squelching coming from her own pussy as Amren’s hand keeps her lips in motion and pressure on her clit, Nesta ignores it all. As she channels into her soul, deep inside her, Nesta realizes that Amren is right, once again, she is clearly not alone. 

It’s a hard thing to describe, a soul. Nesta certainly isn’t expecting to find hers feeling like it's coated in some sort of substance similar to live-wire. It definitely seems to be working in overload–constricted behind some sort of mental block–the area around it seems electrically charged. She tries to paint a mental picture of it, of this charged substance locked deep inside her persona. Nesta thinks it could best be described as a worn steel cage that just barely contains a ball of pure energy. For some reason, Nesta’s gets a sudden feeling if something other than her tries to reach out for it, this hidden piece of her soul, fire would lash out through the holes in the cage, almost like an intentional solar flare. She mentally reaches towards it, trying to catch a read of it–and inwardly gasps as she realizes she recognizes it. 

“By the Cauldron,” Nesta gasps, coming back to the present with a jolt, the shock of her realization causing her to sit back on her calves–a space in which she notices Amren is no longer occupying–not being able to kneel properly any longer. She’s definitely sweating, she can feel its sheen gathering upon every inch of her body.

As she struggles to catch her breath, Nesta remembers something that Amren had said when she first was explaining the benefits of this whole ordeal to Nesta.

“Every being in this world has the potential for magic, child. Even some humans if they so chose to tap into that part of themselves. Its residue lies along the lines of the needs that unite all living creatures in all the worlds–eat, sleep, fuck. Your walls have been built too high, girl. It’s time we break them down.”

“Don’t you see now?” Nesta snaps her attention towards Amren, the female now standing, pressing her weight against the side of the mirror–one heeled boot crossed over the other–and inspecting the nails of her right hand, the one which had just been intimately involved with Nesta’s folds. 

Nesta decides to ignore the fact that she has no idea when Amren even left her prior position behind her. She’s so close to understanding what’s going on with her, she can taste it. She doesn’t even care that Amren stopped touching her right before she would have most definitely orgasmed–well, she does a little… a lot, but gaining control of herself and her power is much more important, she reminds herself.

“It’s my magic…” Nesta breathes, moving her hands to the floor behind her to support her weight. 

“It’s my…” Nesta trails off, noticing her own flushed appearance in the mirror.

“Yes,” Amren answers, redirecting Nesta’s attention back towards her, “it’s You, girl.”

This time, Nesta’s ire in response to Amren’s addressment of her is much more palpable, she can feel it crawling under her skin. How dare she, her inner voice speaks, louder than ever before.

“And Nesta,” Amren calls and Nesta turns her attention back towards her immediately, shock coloring her cheeks further. She can count the times that Amren has used her actual name on one hand. 

“Yes?” she asks before she has a chance to take the vision of her in, heart freezing as she registers what Amren is actually doing. 

Amren, still radiant in her lingerie, isn’t even looking at Nesta. Instead, she has her eyes closed, head tilted back against the edge of the mirror frame, and is actively humming. Nesta can do nothing but watch as Amren lifts her index and middle fingers–the ones belonging to the hand that the female had been inspecting previously–and brings it to her plump red lips.

Amren opens her eyes then, and Nesta once again finds herself trapped in the other’s primordial gaze. Amren moans again as she pushes them past her lips, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks on the digits before pulling them out–the action releasing a wet popping sound that seems very loud in the tiny room, the only other sound being Nesta’s increasingly rapid breathing.

“It tastes good,” Amren replies simply, as if she didn’t just do one of the sexiest things Nesta has ever witnessed, “you, taste good.”

“I’ll be right back,” Amren says, disappearing behind the mirror–the one that is so large that Nesta didn’t even know the closet extended further behind it until just now. She doesn’t really care about her abrupt departure though, not when Amren’s words have just launched her into what feels like a state of estrus. 

There is a new wave of boiling heat inside of her. Nesta knows that this heat is different, it almost stings yet it is somehow still satisfying, it’s comforting, and it vibrates against seemingly every possible organ inside her body. She can do nothing but gasp as she feels her magic finally free itself from its steel trap. This power, her power feels just right inside her veins, like her heart needs it just as much as it needs oxygen. 

It’s about time, the magic chides her, and Nesta is overcome by feelings of regret. How could she have denied this part of herself for so long. She understands why Amren was so insistent upon helping her now, why she had been so disappointed in her. Nesta clutches her breast to try to ground herself as she feels her soul reuniting with her heart underneath the skin. 

Of course though, the serene moment is broken by Amren who throws a pile of clothes at her face, breaking Nesta from her trance. This time, Nesta is ready to snap at Amren, in sync with her newly awakened power. 

“Now stand up!” Amren orders. Nesta tries not to let her temper get the best of her as she slowly rises, still able to feel the other’s wetness from where it leaked against her calf. Amren speaks again before Nesta actually has a chance to rip her head off, though.

“Put this on, this is taking a little longer than I was initially anticipating,” Amren says before she promptly disappears behind the mirror yet again. Nesta’s inner irritation quickly dims as she notes a slight tinge of concern dimming Amren’s usually confident eyes. Nesta remembers then, she and Amren are not the only two participants of tonight’s activities. Where exactly is Varian? Nesta wants to find out.

She quickly puts on the clothes that Amren picks out for her and slips her feet into an expensive looking pair of black stilettos. As she starts to turn around so that she can get a good look at herself in the mirror, Nesta can’t help but ponder about how the hell Amren knows her shoe size. She assumes the tiny fae must have bullied Azriel or someone into finding out the correct size instead of just asking Nesta outright, which actually sounds like a very ‘Amren-type-thing’ to do now that she thinks about it.

Nesta’s jaw drops as she comes face-to-face with her reflection. Amren has dressed her in a black wet-look teddy which features a low cut open bust, a criss cross neck, gold zip up front, cut out sides, criss cross back straps with O-ring details, a tie back, and a cheeky cut bottom. The way the teddy sits on her emphasizes all her curves in the best way possible, Nesta thinks as she raises her arms to adjust her hair. There is no hiding the monstrous size of her breasts with this low cut open bust. There is a perfect path of bare skin that travels from between her tits down to the visible zipper of the front. Fuck, Nesta thinks as she shifts slightly to see the back of the teddy, she looks delicious. The realization causes the already blistering temperature inside of her to somehow elevate even more. 

“If you’re finished getting dressed, come back here!” she hears Amren call from behind the mirror. With the added height provided by Nesta’s heels, she is sure that the size difference between the two females will return to the usual. Still, Amren’s presence is so strong and foreboding–especially tonight–that Nesta would rather die than point this out to her friend. Still, Nesta follows Amren’s order without question and feels a gasp escape her lips as she steps past the edge of the frame which Amren has been hanging around all night. 

“Oh my,” Nesta can’t help but say as she takes another step into the hidden part of the closet that she and Amren have been spending so much time in this evening. Lining each and every single shelf in front of her is the widest variety of sex toys that Nesta has ever seen. She always suspected that Amren was a hoarder, however, when she first formed that suspicion Nesta was thinking more along the lines of jewelry. She is not entirely sure what she should make of the display of dildos, paddles, chains, straps, vibrators, and plenty more in front of her. 

“Wha-How long have you been collecting all of this?” Nesta asks, unable to stop herself. She turns towards Armen who has been waiting for her, leaning against the only wall in this little hidden area without any shelfs occupying it.

“I’ve been alive a long time,” Amren replies, mirth filling her gaze. Nesta considers that to be a fair response.

“Anyway,” Amren starts, pushing herself off of the wall and strutting forward until she stops right in front of Nesta, “pick what calls to you, girl.”

“Excuse me?” Nesta asks for clarity while trying to keep her inner beast in-check. Nesta doesn’t even know where to begin. However, she remembers that this isn’t her first time racking her mind to try to find something that Amren has told her to, Nesta thinks back to when she was trying to feel out the location of the Ouroboros. She also ignores the utter ridiculousness of Amren’s request, does she really want Nesta to tap into this great power of hers just to find the perfect sex toy? One thing she has learned throughout her relatively short time being friends with Amren is that the other female always has her reasons. Nesta supposes she will try to do as she’s asked.

“It’s quite simple. Your magic is awake now, let it guide you,” Amren coos before brushing past Nesta, purposely bumping into her shoulder as she passes by. 

“You look great in that by the way.” Nesta jolts as a quick slap meets the flesh of her ass, turning around to find Amren laughing. She will not deny she enjoys the warmth that emerges from the affected area of her skin after the impromptu spanking. However, Nesta eyes the other female with a glare, she swears she’s never been more willing to attempt to tear Amren's throat out then she is right now. Nesta isn’t even entirely sure why, usually her subconscious would make itself known at this point to try to guide her away from such a rash decision. However, now that her soul is complete, Nesta cannot feel anything within her aside from a pleased rumble of agreement. 

“How will I know?” Nesta asks, turning back towards the treasure trove of sex toys displayed before her. 

“There is only so much I can tell you, try trusting your instincts,” Amren answers softly, the sound of her footsteps echoing as she takes a couple steps back, clearly giving Nesta space to work with.

Nesta inhales a deep breath before exhaling softly, closing her eyes so that she can try and concentrate. Nesta lifts her hands–palms up–and holds them there, her elbows remaining in a position at about the same height as her waist. She tunes out the room around her and focuses in on the flames that have been joyfully traveling around her body ever since she finally accepted their presence, she focuses in on her power, tapping into the electric bundle at her core and then refocusing her energy on the area in front of her. 

As she mentally scans the toys with her power–eyes still closed–she hopes that she is able to tap into whatever instincts Amren is referring to. As she keeps scanning though, she feels the electricity inside her getting more painful as she gets closer to a certain area. Here, Nesta knows where to go. She keeps her eyes closed as she moves in that direction, each step causing the stinging to travel to a new area of her body. Finally, Nesta opens her eyes as her stiletto covered toe meets the edge of the shelf of toys.

The sight of a black riding crop makes her mouth water, yes this, we need to use this, we need to keep others in line. To make things even better, the crop had a beautiful diamond encrusted handle. Before she has a chance to pick it up, Nesta realizes her power isn’t done screaming at her, something more, we need something else. 

“I need to pick another,” Nesta turns her head over her shoulder slightly to make eye-contact with Amren, noting that her silver eyes blink slightly in surprise before she shrugs her bare shoulders.

“As I’ve been saying the whole time, listen to your instincts,” Amren steps back up to the shelf next to Nesta, gesturing for her to carry on with her business as Amren picks up the riding crop to hold for her. 

Nesta turns back around to follow the second trail of sparks that had been nagging at her. Only after she picked up the riding crop did Nesta actually realize that she was meant to be following two different paths. Not that it matters anymore, now she knows what to do. Nesta doesn’t even bother to close her eyes, instead she makes her way straight for the shelf of strap-ons, her sights locked on this massive red dildo. 

Nesta is a bit confused though once she gets closer, although it satisfies her instincts–the fact that this is the thickest dildo she has ever seen in her life makes her clit throb–she can’t help but notice the inside of it is hollow. Nesta picks up the toy and turns back around again to ask Amren what it is.

“Oh!” Amren’s eyes light up in delight as she eyes what Nesta is holding, “I haven’t had a chance to use that with him yet, this is wonderful!”

“Why is it hollow though?” Nesta asks, a bit nervous about the fact that she thinks Amren actually skips as she makes her way over to grab the toy from Nesta. She also tries not to focus on the fact that she thinks this is the most excited she has ever seen Amren outside of her talks with Lucien about whatever sport it is that they both like. 

“Oh child,” Amren starts, the term once again annoying Nesta and causes her to roll her eyes, “this isn’t a strap on for you.”

Nesta shoots her head back up at the ancient one’s words. Oh?

She eyes Amren, who is stalling at the edge of the mirror frame.

“It’s for him,” Amren grins at her, a mischievous spark in her eye. Nesta feels another wave of heat wash over her entire body as she imagines the implications of this knowledge. However, Nesta also gets hit with a sudden sense of insecurity as Amren leaves the hidden section of the closet.

“Amren, I have a question,” Nesta calls out as she follows her. As she crosses into the other section, she spies Amren placing the toys that Nesta has selected in one of the empty spaces on the shelves between candle displays, the tiny fae’s back turned away from her. Amren sighs and lets her head hang forward before turning around to meet Nesta’s gaze. 

“What is it now, girl?” Amren is no longer hiding her impatience, not even bothering to reprimand Nesta for failing to call her Mistress. Nesta doesn’t feel bad though, how could she when she finally feels like she belongs in her own body. There is one question she still needs to ask.

“How do I know that this magic is truly my own? How do I know this was meant to belong to me?” Nesta has never felt better or more like she belongs in her body than this moment in time, she is just worried that this is a trick, that it won’t stay that way, that she’s not strong enough.

Amren glares at her as soon as Nesta finishes spitting out the question, visibly incredulous that she had the gall to even ask the question.

"I have watched many a reign come and go girl, you dare question me?" Nesta gulps as Amren storms up to her, no longer teasing in her grip as she grabs Nesta’s arm and swings her around so that she faces the mirror again. 

“I thought we went over this already but let me try to explain it one more time,” Nesta sees Amren frown through the reflection, the tiny fae standing on Nesta’s left side this time rather than behind her because of the added height of Nesta’s stilettos. 

“Close your eyes!” Amren orders. Nesta does. 

“What do you feel?” she asks, holding Nesta at the waist as she massages little circles into the skin of Nesta’s hips, visible through the cutouts of her teddy.

Nesta sighs before emptying her mind, trying to focus purely on her inner core.

“I feel fire, it's everywhere. My nipples are hard, my pussy is wet, and it feels like my flesh is being scorched from within, I want-” Nesta cuts herself off. She wants so much. She wants to dominate, she wants to take, she wants to own, Nesta can’t even keep up with all the urges running past her mind, she knows for sure though that she’s never felt more hungry than she is in this moment. 

“Open your eyes, girl," Amren orders just as Nests feels like the fire in her chest is about to break past her ribcage. Again, if it was any other time Nesta would rip her a new one for continuing to call her ‘girl’. Now though, what other option does she have other than to listen?

Nesta opens her eyes and is met with their reflection, flames clearly dancing within her gray-blue hues. 

"Your power wants to work with you,” Amren hisses, splaying one of her hands on the bare skin below Nesta’s breasts, “it's meant for you to wield."

 "Feel this?" Amren presses her palm into the region above Nesta’s pelvic bone, the added pressure sending waves of pleasure towards her cunt, her nipples raging with electricity as they beg for similar attention. 

“Feel how good it aches," Amren whispers, moving her other hand to play with the zipper on Nesta’s front. She cries out a moan as Amren adds even more pressure to the area above her pelvic region, I do feel. 

"Feel how it makes your body cry for more?" she asks, and Nesta is starving. 

"This is what true power feels like girl, this is the feeling that men climb, cry and fight for, but they always fail," Amren brings her lips to Nesta’s ear and Nesta would be lying if she says she’s anything other than horny as fuck. 

"But us," Amren whispers, her soft breath causing Nesta to become somehow even more sensitive than before. Amren removes her hands from Nesta’s lower body and instead brings them up to slide beneath the fabric of her teddy, the cut providing easy access to her breasts. 

"Creatures like you and I…," Amren continues to whisper, squeezing Nesta’s breasts a couple times as Nesta feels even more wetness pool between her folds.

"We will prevail," Amren whispers, leaving a kiss under Nesta’s ear before letting go of her and backing away, out of the mirror’s line of vision. 

“I see” Nesta closes her eyes once more and reflects. She finally thinks she gets it now, at least for the most part. Because how can she deny who she is any longer? Who is she to decide that she isn’t meant to be here? The magic is in her now, it breathes with her and it craves her every waking desire. Her journey in this new world has been like a battle between Nesta’s old beliefs, her family, and the grim reality seemingly standing before her. Now though, Nesta Archeon is done being afraid. 

She opens her eyes only to immediately realize the lighting in the room has changed. The flickering yellow-orange flames from Amren’s candles are no more, in their stead, to Nesta’s utter astonishment, are silver flames, casting the room in a flickering white glow instead. In a similar tune, almost as if her magic is rejoicing at her inner revelation, Nesta feels another round of flames lick up her inner viscera, making her insides feel warm and comforting like a hearth. This body is no vessel, it is her own flesh and blood.

“I believe it's time,” Amren says quietly, softly, like she doesn’t want to accidentally startle Nesta into closing herself off from her magic again.

“I’m ready,” Nesta replies in the same tone, nodding at Amren through the mirror to show her that she is genuinely grateful for her assistance. It is actually quite insane to think that all it took to set her head straight was to be brought to the edge of an orgasm.

“I’ll give you a minute, I’ll be waiting in the hall.”

Nesta inhales as she nods in acknowledgement, once again admiring Amren’s petite figure as the female makes her way to exit the small room. Nesta feels yet another bout of heat spurn within her as she spies Amren grabbing the toys that Nesta has selected to use for tonight before she leaves.

“Remember what you can be, girl,” Amren tosses over her shoulder just before the door slams behind her, setting silence upon the tiny room where Nesta still stands. She waits a moment, listening. Judging by the increasingly quiet clack of the tiny Fae’s heels on the wooden floor, Nesta presumes that Amren is going to place them wherever she has stashed Varian thus far. 

Nesta closes her eyes, reveling in the swirling thrum of sparks inside her, she would like to think that it is her inner beast coming to say hello, she really would. But Nesta is an intelligent woman…an intelligent woman who knows that the jump in her arousal is most definitely because she notices that the strap-on–the massive hollow toy that she intends to use tonight–is close to over half the length of Amren’s forearm. And the thickness… cauldron. She knows that a male-strap-on has to have a certain level of thickness in regards to the girth because it has to allow for a cock to fill its hollow opening. However–Nesta thinks as she opens her eyes, seeing the flames inside them staring back at her through the mirror in front of her–she wonders exactly what type of toy is hanging between Varian’s legs that requires a dildo as thick as her wrist. She is witness to her own reflection as a devilish grin forms on her own mouth–Nesta is more than ready to leave all that was before in this room. 

“It’s time,” Nesta speaks aloud to the empty room. She refuses to let herself cower in the face of power ever again, especially when it's her own. Nesta straightens her posture, taking one last look at her reflection.  

It’s time to take what she needs.

___Preview of Next Chapter____

“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry, did we leave you alone too long,” Amren coos to her lover. Varian sits exposed on a simple wooden chair in the middle of the couple’s bedroom. The Summer Court male’s head is hanging low, his white tendrils of hair acting like a shield in front of his face. Nesta did not pick up on any sort of response from the male that indicates that he acknowledges their presence. She takes a quick peek over at Amren and decides not to worry after finding the other female to seem emphatically unconcerned. Nesta watches on silently as the tiny fae takes a couple soft predatory steps towards the subdued male. Nonetheless, she stills to take in the view of the delicious specimen of man in front of her. Nesta can admit fully that she has never really given much thought to Varian before, not really having much time to assess him in the short three months after the war with Hybern. However, now, she can’t seem to look away from the large male’s thick muscular thighs, his heavy cock, his beautiful dark skin–fuck, Nesta feels her cunt throb in anticipation. 

“Baby boy,” Amren releases another coo, causing Varian to finally raise his gaze to meet his Mistresses and causing Nesta to shiver for a different reason entirely. Now, not only does she have a better view of the male himself, a white blindfold and ball gag rendering his sight and ability to speak obsolete; but also she can see his nostrils flaring and his muscles twitching. Nesta is absolutely enraptured in the scene in front of her as she watches Varian suddenly seem to try to lunge in Amren’s direction, the man trying and failing to get closer to her, his muscles bulging in their effort to win a one-sided battle against his restraints.

But it isn’t until Nesta spots Varian’s collar, large and heavy on his neck, that she feels her nipples harden and another bout of wetness starting to form between her folds. Here, on Varian’s neck, in Amren’s apartment in Velaris, is one of the Summer Court’s infamous blood rubies. The massive jewel's weight was supported by a two-inch thick diamond encrusted platinum band. She knows it must sit heavy on his neck, it seems almost impossible that a jewel that large could be fixed upon a collar without falling, yet there it stands.

Last Nesta had checked, the source material of Prythian’s most common nightmares had decided to use this ‘threat’ as a paperweight. Although, she can’t deny how much the pathway to her center steams at the thought of the Summer Court male being made to wear a sign of ownership stamped with the ultimate symbol of betrayal of his own court, an invocation of  a feud on a personal level.  

Nesta can’t help but muse over what the thrill of incurring such a depth of loyalty from another must taste like, she wonders too, greedily and needily what it feels like to be such a fearsome predator to surpass the laws of societal expectation. Is this Amren’s subtle yet personal way of invoking her own feud, a remnant of the possessive creature that once roamed inside of her that is furious at the land for claiming ownership of something that she marked as hers. She also wonders heatedly, enviously, what it would be like to be wanted that furiously. Need starts to play at the strings of her core, she can feel it heating and readying itself for something more.

“Don’t be shy now, boy,” Amren instructs Varian, the man immediately turning his head in the direction of her voice, clearly desperate for her touch. Nesta would be lying if she said the palpable smell and taste of his desperation didn’t cause her clit to start to throb.

The sweetness of the pair in front of her simultaneously puts Nesta on edge as well as incurs yet another thrum of heat inside of her. Amren is never sweet. Nesta watches on as her mentor finally reaches her lover–no, her pet. Amren looks Varian up and down with a hungry gleam in her eye before grabbing his chin roughly, causing what sounds like a gruff moan to escape the large man’s lips. That’s all it took? Nesta thinks to herself. 

“You haven’t even been touched boy and you’re already sweating?” Amren tuts, roughly maneuvering his chin as she gives him a thorough inspection, the male seemingly keening into the contact despite its roughness. Nesta tries not to get whiplash as Amren softly pats the male’s cheek twice with her free hand before letting it drop to rest on her waist.

“Pathetic,” the ancient one scoffs, finally releasing her other hand’s grip on his chin. 

Nesta realizes that the male in front of her is not the same one that has been a frequent guest at their dinner table over the last couple of months. No, tonight she is not looking at the same captain of Tarquin’s guard nor the commendable battle tactician that she has come to know. Instead, Nesta finds herself looking at Amren’s pet. As soon as the thought crosses her mind though, Nesta is hit by a shudder that rolls through her entire body, a shock of a reprimand from something deep in her core, something primal.No, Nesta reprimands herself, straightening her posture as she starts to make her own way towards Varian. Tonight, he is her prey.

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Hello welcome this is short information for now what is happening around in the au and how it looks like and the sexualities,heights,age of each characters+ships and friendships,feel free to ask for the further information,yes here will be more stuff when I will get time to write all...for now answering questions will be easier to me so go ahead! Feel free to ask anything you want or need to know!!-little reminder here,this account is made by only one person so the updates might be more rare cuz I don't have so much time on daily..I still will try do as much as I can

Ships:

Infectedparty-infected x poob

Partybeetle-pest x poob

Wallmark-wallter x mark

Spive-split x bive

Friendships:

Birthday duo-poob and fleshy

Weird trio-pest,inf and poob

Family-lampert,wallter and mark

Scapro duo-prototype and scag

Apartament time-infected and unpleasant

Ball duo-poob and gregoriah

Light wall-lampert and wallter

Wooden light-lampert and mark

Scenelight-lampert and inf

Wood bros-mark and jim

Fun trio- split,poob and inf AND A LOT MORE!

If anyone have ocs ship also welcome then it will change.

Sexualities+genders,heights and age(reminder some are canon and some not):

🎁Poob-asexual,pansexual(non-binary)|5'6 with hat 5'9+at his early 20's| {Polish}

🪲Pest-gay and demisexual(male)|6 feet +at his mid 20's| {Japanese}

💡Lampert-asexual and omnisexual(male)|5'8+19| {Swedish}

🪵Mark-gay(male)|5'9(6'1 with robotic legs instead stand)+at his mid 40's| {Texan}

🪻Jimmy/Jim-bisexual(male)|5'9+at his early 40's| {texan and From Finland}

🧱Wallter-bisexual(genderfluid)|10 feet+at his mid 40's| {British(england) and Greek}

🍌Split-lesbian(female)|5'8 all fours, 7feet normally+early 30's| {Spanish}

☎️Bive-lesbian and asexual(female)|5'9+early 30's| {Austrian}

🟢Gregoriah-gay(trans man)|5'7+early 20's| {Australian}

💉Drretro-pansexual+demiromantic(female)|normal form 5'7 other form 6 feet+at her mid 40's| {Brazilian}

🎂Fleshcousin-questionable+aroace(no identify gender but goes by he/it)|5'8+no age(adult tho)|{no country-depends who he copies}

🛸Gnarpy-straight+aroace(male)|5'7+18| {Gnarpian(planet Gars)}

👾Infected-bisexual(male)|5'9+at his early 20's| {American,New Yorker}

🤖Prototype-pansexual(male)|6'1 feet+no age|{no country}

🐱Jermbo-straight(male)|5'8+21| {meow meow}

🪨Mr-straight+asexual(rock. He/it)|rock form 3 feet,other form 6'3feet+at his mid 40's|{French}

🐛pilby-pansexual(non-binary)|4'2+at their late 50's|(I want to keep that they are old. I like the old fashioned thingy with pilby){Dane(Denmark)}

🔴Reddy-straight(male)|7'6+no age| {no country}

🪣Spud-asexual+bisexual(male)|5'10 at his late 30's|{Norwegian}

🦠Unpleasant-straight(male)|5'10+at his mid 30's|{American, Alaskan)

☂️Mach-lesbian(female)|6'10 no hat,with hat 9'5(canon)+at her late 30's|{Canadian}

Folly-aroace(female)|9'5+at her late 40's|{Russian}

(bonus cuz why not)

🍦Crem-pansexual(demiboy)|5'11+at his late 20's|{Italian}

🙂Enphoso-aroace+bisexual(trans man)|6'5+at his early 40's|{German}

📌Emerson-omnisexual+asexual(male)|5'10+at his early 30's|{Kiwi(New Zealand}

👑Jeremy-bisexual(male)|normal form 12 feet,other form 7'3+at his mid 30's|{British}

🏕️Sarah-straight(female)|5'9+at her late 30's|{Australian}

🧽Swibbledib-pansexual(gender fluid)|5'10+at his mid 20's|{Portuguese}

📼Scag-bisexual(trans woman)|5'5+at her early 50's|{no country}

💻Williamplayz57/william-straight(male)|normal form 3'2,other form 6 feet+no age|{American, Floridian}

🦉Sab-straight(male)|5'11 feet+at his early 40's|{Greek}

🕳️Scary mike/mike-questionable(non binary)|6'2+no age|{Nepali}

🪓Glevil-asexual+bisexual(male)|5'10+at his late 40's|{American,New Mexico}

clover-gay(demiboy)|6'3 feet normal form,other form 7 feet+at his late 30's|{Scottish}

Döug-straight(intersex)|14 feet normal form,5 feet other form+at it's mid 50's|{German}

OCS.

Tag-no comfirmed Sexuality|5'3 feet+no age information and country|

zAyee-Lesbian|10'5 feet+no age or country information| !both belong to @b4nd4g3-d0ct0r !

THAT'S ALL FOR NOW...IT TOOK ME ALMOST 2 HOURS. THANKS FOR READIN(still editing)

THANKS FOR SUPPORT

!!SOON COMING MORE STUFF(WILL COME/SHOW UP IN LATER STUFF OR WILL BE WRITTEN HERE)!!⬇️

1.Okay for sure here will be a lot of happy wallmark posts,so if here any wallmark happiness needers,enjoy!they are switches and wallter is the malewife...wallter really likes cooking and taking care of others

Mark tries to be as helpful as he can but mark is a clumsy type of guy but very nice,tho sometimes stubborn so is wallter!enjoy-they did have a divorce before but they decided to give it another try and then remarried so yeah,they are a happy married gay couple!!!.

2.Yes the au have a story,kind of a lore and all but I just want to say that in this au most of things are happy(maybe.) and here are not a lot problems(no promises)...except with Mr and unpleasant still is unpleasant,I will write the story one day eventually when I will get time-each cast member of wter have their own backstories and secrets.

3.|pest doesn't really like infected In fact,poob is dating infected and pest but pest and infected are not dating cuz they quite hate each other but after all everything is fine in their relationships,they all agreed on this and are fine with it|,|spive,it just split x bive,bive is still very paranoid but with split she calms down a bit and split tries to help her out with stuff and they love each other very much|,|wallmark,as I said they had a divorce but they remarried,for Lampert and themselves and now they are happy with each other,they still prefer their building materials but they realized it's not such a big of a deal so they ignore what they prefer here|

4. Mark and Jim are siblings,glevil is their cousin|Mark and Jim are very close to each other and would die for one another,Jim really helped mark after divorce and with the remarry plan which worked out|

5.Ocs are still welcomed!Just tell me information about them and if I have rights to add them to the au,I will let on your own answer questions for your oc since I don't want to be rude here and say something incorrect

6.some npcs Live together and here I will give some

Wallter+Mark+jimmy

Poob+pest

Infected+unpleasant+Lampert(tho lampert spends most of his time in rokea)

split+bive

Mach+pilby

Mike+glevil

Mr+enphoso

Crem+Emerson+gregoriah

Jeremy+clover+döug

7.not everything is here from canon and it's more fanon...I try to keep each npcs personalities but also a bit changes,I made this au to a bit make it up to me but I also made this like that to keep important details and not change too much!

8(out of info) you can use my designs for anything you want,ship art and etc but I would be grateful if you tag me when u do

[dismissivedestroyer]

Extended Universe: Violet lends a hand (Or, well, she tries to)

Violet: Uhh- Y'know, I could help you!

Dexter: ...Uh?

Violet: YEAH! I could help you find your body! AND you could stay here in my apartament until we find it!

Dexter: ...Are you really inviting a random ass cursed doll to live with you? I could be a serial killer for all you know.

Violet: Heh, I know it's silly...But it's kind of my fault you got into this situation. The least I could do is get you out of it.

Violet: So yeah! Um.

Violet: Feel free to refuse if you don't want to, but...

Violet: If you need any help, I'm Violet Ebegast, and i'm at your service!

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[mythicalninjas]

How about their S/O taking a kitten to the Lair out of planning? He/She found a lost kitten wandering alone in an alley, its mother and siblings weren't even near. He/She didn't want to leave that kitten by its own and decided to adopt it. What do you think?

A/N: Awwww thank you for ask this, anon 😭❤ I wrote an one-shot with all of the turtles. Hope you don't mind... After months FINALLY. Apologize if there are grammar mistakes.

Warnings: I'm sensitive when there's cute animals included in the stories. SFW, lost cute fluff life being receiving some love.

"Alright. I'll be there in 10 minutes." You announced, smiling.

The eager young voice on the other side of the call echoed a little louder than usual. "Perfect! We're waiting for you, angelcakes!". You could hear someone else taking the phone from Mikey and Raph's voice spoke next. "Come quickly otherwise Mikey gonna eat all the dinner."

"Hey!", Mikey protested in the background.

You laughed. "Don't worry. I'll stop by your home like The Flash."

As soon as you left your apartament, the cold air of the night hit your exposed skin. Instinctively you rubbed your hands together, then cover your nose and mouth. The dark sky isn't with its shining lights spots, looking like it's going to snow anytime.

Walking by many large blocks, you finally entered in an alley where Donnie has mentioned to meet him at. There's almost no light sources around, as you expected. Something told you to take a look at your surroundigns to make sure there's no one who might be someone unwanted.

Nothing at all.

You shrugged, heading to a manhole cover a few steps away from you.

You were about to grip the heavy metal, but that strange 'something not right' feeling hit you again. You hesitated, sighing. What's going on with you? You've been at many alleys since you met the mutant family and you're already used being sorrounded with darkness. There's nothing wrong here. But why is your intuition saying otherwise?

You shook your head, and lifted the cover.

Meow. A high-speech sound echoed from somewhere, making you freeze and turn your head toward the sound.

You frowned.

MEOW. The sound came louder than before. Is that a cat?

You stood up, twirling around, trying effortly to find anything making that desperate small sound.

Meow, meow, meow.

"Where are you?" You whispered while follows the help call of the cat. It sounds like a very young kitten.

Over there at the entrance of the alley behind many filthy stuff, a small fluff ball shrunken against an old tangled fabric.

You gaped, moving away a trash bag and a bunch of rubbish spreaded over the ground near the kitten. ''Oh my God. How did you get here?''. You warmed your hands as much as possible and carefully picked up the small kitten, which it started to meow agitatedly. ''It's okay, little one. I'm not gonna hurt you.'' The poor kitten had its fur chilly. You unziped your coat and held the kitten against your chest, then immediately covered it. Using the free hand, you rubbed over the thick fabric, warming up the life creature under the mushy material. ''Shh, shh...'' You bounced back and forth while look around, searching for other cats.

There's nothing but dirt and scary gloom spots.

'Where are its mother, or its sibligns? It's common to find cats in clowder, or a kidle of kittens...'

Worried, you glanced down at the poor thing, wondering how long has it been on its own.

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Donnie's current checking some devises on his computers as he does every night before patrol. The time shown in the lower right corner of the screen called his attention. He quirked an eyebrow. You're 25 minutes late... Rolling his curved skateboard chair to another heaped of screens and checked the cameras settled throughout various tunnels, a pair of amber eyes scanning every single spot of the many underground environments. A sigh of relief left his mouth as watch you walking toward the Lair.

He got up from his seat and headed to the main entrance. ''Y/N!'' He called as soon as his eyes set on you. ''We were worried. Where have you been?''

''I apologize for the being late, Don. I promise your waiting will be rewarned, but now ...''

The genius lift an eyebrow. He did notice that your arm was inside your coat, he thought you could be hurt or anything.

You took a deep breath, carefully unzipping and removing the coat flap, showing it to your tall friend.

His eyes went wide, mouth gaped.

''Listen, this little guy needs help. I found him all by its own on my way here.''

Donnie kept his eyes on the tiny life being, his mind and heart shining from cuteness. ''Oh. Please, let me...'' He reached out to pick up the kitten, but you took a step back, hesitated. His hands are massive comparing to the kitten. What if he accidentally hurts it? The kitten is so small and fragile. You don't want to see anything going wrong, but you knew Donnie needs to check on it.

You looked down at the kitten then gave it to the tall terrapin, who picked up the kitten very carefully as if it was made of glass. The kitten started to meow restlessly as soon as his cold hands touched it.

''Donnie, he-''

''I know. Heat some water and pour it inside a bottle, I'll find a place to put this little guy.'' His long legs carried him to the lab, holding the kitten in-between his hands.

The poor tiny life being is desperte to feel warm again, its eager meows makes Donnie search everywhere in his computer center for something fluff to serve like a blanked; anything. His amber eyes clued on a dirt dish towel perched on a thin pipe above a few chemicals stuff on the table. No way he would use it on this kitten. Whatever he's looking for must be soft and clean.

Pouring some hot water inside a bottle, you felt unconfortable of hearing the kitten's cries from a distance. It must call someone's attention, though.

You turned, but almost ran over something, I mean, someone. "Damn, Mikey! Warn before suddenly show up."

"Sorry, angelcakes. Just wanted to say hi." He smiled, and glanced at the bottle. ''Were you making tea or something?''.

''No.'' You hurried past him. ''Donnie asked me to take some hot water for the kitten-''.

Mikey gaped. ''A KITTEN?!''.

''Yes!''

"What's going on here?" Raph jumped off from the gym large pipe.

"Y/N brought a kitten and didn't tell us!" Mikey protested.

The brute glanced at you. "Oh, cool. But we don't have properly ways to take care of a cat, Y/N."

"I know. Actually I didn't bring the kitten with this thought. I found him alone in an alley on my way here. He was alone. I couldn't just ignore its cries and abandon him out there."

Meow, meow, meow, meow. Adjusting some Raph's wool knitting inside a shoe box, Donnie, with all care he has, put the kitten above the soft fabric "I know, I know little one. You're cold." He petted its head.

"Donnie." You called from the computer center entrance with Mikey and Raph standing next to you. "I brought the hot water you asked for."

"Perfect. Thank you." He moistened the tip of a towel and carefully gave the kitten a ''bath'', cleaning the dirt gooey mess. ''Alright... Clean like a pure white cloud.'' He grabbed the shoe box and brought out of the computer station. "Y/N, I need you to put the hot water bottle under the wool knitting and cover the kitten. I'll be right back."

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''What's going on here?'' Leo questioned, authoritative. Mikey and you moved random ways to give him some space to pass by and ascertain. His vivid blue eyes caught a small kitten being fed in a bunch of Raph's knits. ''Who... Who did bring this cat to the Lair?''

You gotta confess that you're a bit afraid to admit it. Leo sounds he did not approve the small guest. You slowly rise your hand. "I know it was sudden, Leo. But I found him all by its own in an alley on my way here. He was freezing and starving. I couldn't left him behind." The leader kept his full attention at you. You continued. "He could have died." Your shoulders dropped.

Leo looked back at the kitten, kneeling right beside to where it is layed. He carefully patted it while watch Donnie feeding it with a seringue. "Do you know how old is it?" His eyes were on you again.

"A few weeks, I believe." Donnie spoke before you.

You nodded. "I agree. It is so small."

"And cute." Mikey completed.

The kitten finished its dinner and yawned, stretching its little paws, tiny pink bean toes opening like a flower, then adjusted itself into a ball position in-between Raph's knits, ripping an "aww" from everybody. The boys are sad for don't have conditions to keep a kitten; it's pratically impossible to look after a small life being in this giant envorviroment.

"I think I gotta put my heart in the fridge."

Raph glanced at him. "What the hell did you just say?"

"Because it's melting."

Three pair of eyes rolled simultaneously. "Jeez, Mikey..." You shook your head.

"What? It's true."

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[lactosa2]

I think i may let my obsession whit Omen grow to much, but i dont complain. there is some gramatical mistakes, don´t complain, english not my first lenguage :3. there is a posibility that this drabble could have second part, honestly i don´t totally know.

cc: Drabble, soft, comfy, 5.246 words, Omen balls mencioned 📢📢

COZY

Since two months ago, Omen was staying on your apartament, you both had a good and trustfull relationship , and for that he vented whit you about how he felt whit the protocol since he knew something about his past, he wasn´t confotable anymore in the base and you understanding it, so, you offered him long ago a place for live.

Sadly he didn´t have the savings for affort it, so in place, he was staying whit you whit the time he could need.

1:23 AM

You were in the bed, awake, but still sleep, is like the bad thoughts about yourelft let a void inside of you, it wasn´t like you thinked that you deserved the worst, it was that everytime someone gived you a bad treatment you will excuse it and let it just happened, not cry or change it, it had been a normal activity.

You had forget were you are, why and whit who, so when Omen ended apearing next to you scared the shit out of you, not to much, just making you laught softly whit a sigh of relief when you noticed who was.

"I said to you to touch my shoulder when you enter.."- You complained with the voice a lit shaky for the sudden apear, but honestly, you didn´t complained. "What a little girl." he said whit his harsh tone, closing his arms while he laid on your bed next to you.

"You are a asshole, you know right" he listened to you while he moved a little his shoulders, making you frown "What a kind of guess are you" you said while cobering yourself whit the sheest of the bed.

"I didn´t ask you to make a favor" his voice still sharsh, but it was soft, teasing. -"You are out of my hause, tomorrow"- he hitted the back of your head softly. -"Abusive"- he giggled softly in a low voice, his nails massaging your scalp, -"So... i´ll stay here, okay?"- he whispered next to your ear

"Mnh.." you noded and he did it too, standing up, "Where you go.." you complained when he left the bed, opening your eyes and looking at him with sleepy face and messy hair (sorry if youre bald) "I must go, Sage want to talk..." he said as he fixed his clothes.

"Put a little up your pants"- You said in a whisper, smiling like dumb.-"What..?" he asked with sighly shock, not knowing what you meant, "Up your pants, they are to low... i almost can see your balls"- you giggled while reposing your cheek at the pillow, hugging it. "Maybe that´s the idea.." He laughted a bit while fixing his cape and putting it on the right place.

"You want to show your balls while talking whit Sage?... what a weird way from conquist someone, Your balls are THAT stunning?" you smiled like dumb again, his voice soft and a little high. -"Want to know?" he offered whit his hands on his belt, warning to take it off. "Lets change the topic..." you giggled and glanced yout tounge outside a little, then, drowning yourself more deep in bed.

"What Sage want now?.." You asked with the voice sleepy, you were making everthing under your power so you won´t sleep, it was hard. "I dont know..." He whispered, it was certain that he and Sage had a frienship, but Omen leaved and was his desition to do so. "And..'" you said, siting on the bed and fixing your hair a little (Sorry for bald peoplex2) "I don´t want to dissapoint the protocol.." he said in a low sad voice, poor.

"Their opinion doesn´t matter, no when you are the one suffering, Sage or Viper can empatize with you, even had lived similar things, but they will never understand because they aren´t you... and for that you are the one who have to put the strength and continue with what you want." you said firmly, it was horrible seeing him wanting to be free but feel encapsulated by all his past. "I don´t know what i want.."- He confessed whit his head down.

"Then discober it, simple." you said while rubing your hand on your eye. "How.." he asked, looking at you as you cober your mouth because you yawned. "I don´t know... that´s something that you have to discober".

"Then why they don´t think like you... why they don´t give me the space you do?..." he asked frustrated, the protocol always trated him as a family, someone more of the group, but that was what made them forget that Omen is someone individual too, that have his own emotions and thoughts, something you did´nt.

"Because they are not me..." you standed up and putted a hand on his shoulder as a sigh of confort, Omen, instantly turned back and envolved his arms on your wasit, snuggling you against him. You didn´t protest and putted your arms arround his neck. "Im not the only who wan´t to suport you, but if you need me, i´ll be here.." You whispered softly.

In some way you feel the same as Omen, not ecxactly what he is feeling, but enough similar to know how suport him, and if the protocol didn´t did that, then you´ll be the one. that was your objetive.

"I won´t go.." He whispered while his hand opened and holded your back, still presing you against his torso. "What you want to do then?.." you asked in a soft and low voice, trying to confort him. -"Cuddle" he said faster as he could.

"Cuddles will be." you giggled softly when he tighted his hold on your waist and holded you up, pressing you against him while he let his body fall onto the bed, when both falled, you snuggled against him, his hands goed to your hair (Sorry for the bald peoplex3) and play whit the softest of this. his head against your cheast, listening to your heartbeats.

"Comfy?.." you asked with a soft smile, kissing his head. "Do it again" he said and you ended kissing his head everytime he asked. you giggled and did it again, again, again and again. As long he asked for it.

[kioneira]

AusHun Week Day 7 - Free Day

Cus I got a new computer setup literally yesterday i'm not able to do any art for them. Sooo I'm blessin you all with my Headcanons about these two!

Old as Time hc, These two own a small apartament somwhere in between the borders of their countires. At first it was just for meeting purposes but now they fully live there togheter. It's not big or really elegant. It's small two bedroom apartament where one room was turned into a study cus Roderich need to keep the piano somwhere.

Roderich learned all of Liszt compositons, just so Erzsi could feel closer to home when she had to stay in Vienna.

My own personal hc is that Erzsi actually knows how to paint, (I once saw it in a fanficton where she was an art's teacher and I fell in love with it) And becouse of that most paintings in their homes are made by her (or Felicano, Yes Roderich kept them, they practically raised that boy what did you expect)

Roderich own's a Painting of Erzsi in his home in Vienna, It's in his study hanging behind his desk (I painted that painting actually here's link)

Even though at first the Nobles of Vienna tried to make a Lady out of Erzsi, She never became one. Girlie stole a horse once or twice (or even more times) and when she finally got caught Roderich decided to finally get her, her own horse so she wouldn't have to sneek out all the time, and of course to get those people off her.

These two think they're sneaky but everyone, i mean everyone knows that they're still together.

You need someone to put your hair in a neat hairstyle, Call Roderich, This man learned how to braid, style and just take care of Erzsi hair so it would be easier for her to take care of it

Roderich is the taller one, It dosen't mean that he's the stronger one, oh no. Erzsi is the one opening jars there.

I have lot's of other hc about them but i pulled out my fav one's so enjoy

@hetalia-aushun-week

Also here's one of the songs that i have on my playlist inspired by them.

please ignore any language mistakes i made, english isn't my first language

[fbs-fc-ur-mommy]

Credits to:user1a4q80362k on TikTok

! Valeria Garza! x Ai! Hoshino! reader!

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WARNINGS :Mentions of stabbing, small yandere /obesesion, mentions of cartel. ANGST.

No gender mention /race / etc.

See at end for Autor note ////////////////

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-When she meet you first, same as others they saw first your unique feature. Purple eyes and a big sharp star in the center, taking the spot of the usual black pupil.

-Didn't ask about it right away but she was curios about it 24/7, I mean who wouldn't?

-At one moment she thought that you we're wearing eye contacts.

-When she found you eating your dinner alone , she asked you blunt why are your eyes that weird way.

-Explained her nicely but still doesn't belive you

"Can I poke your eye, Tengo que estar seguro de que esos no son falsos(*I gotta be sure that those aren't fake*)

-She told all members about you.

-Alejandro Vargas just wanted you in the Los Vaqueros just to look at your eyes as it was some rare diamant.

-You two started working more in missions and eventually become best friends.

-At some point she became jealous cuz Alejandro Vargas was giving you attention. Or Los Vaqueros was giving you attention like you we're some goodness.

-Became very cold and distant towards you. Pushing and cursing you when you made small mistakes.

-Eventually you stopped insisting on questening about her suddenly behavior.

-On one mission, the bad had happened. You we're stabbed right in the stomach then gutted you like an pig up to xiphoid process.

-The recovery was long, almost fatal.

-When the news reached her ears she immediately realized something. She wasn't jealous that you were stealing others attention from her. She was jealous cuz you we're receiving it with an smile, an laugh and a small blush. You should've react to her complements the same way!

-Before you even left the hospital you found out that Valeria betrayed Los Vaqueros.

- Founding an note under your pillow was an confession from her pure love and how she regrets leaving you behind with those dogs.

-after some years, your best friend Nova died. They said that they think it was the "El Sin Nombre"

-You knew who was El Sin Nombre, after all 3 years ago Valeria confessed that she's doing well, having some illegal occupation as a right hand of a big cartel named Las Almas Cartel. After this she stopped writing to you.

-The pure love for Valeria was replaced with pure hate.

-You we're sent to Busan, trying to find some kidnaped girls. Between the time you found that Valeria was captured by task force 141 and the "shadow company "which you didn't know it about it.

-It wasn't long till you hear humors saying that task was betrayed by their general and shadow company lost their commander. It wasn't long either when you found out that Valeria escaped from prison, now free.

-They said to give you an "break " you didn't care but the rage was intense. She escaped. You we're supposed to meet her in prison tomorrow and your face to be the last thing she'd to remember.

-Arriving at your apartment, the door being open and the light from the hall illuminating an figure in your room. Smiling happily, your biggest dream became true.

-Since the death of Nova your apartament become more than an detective office. The walls are were covered in photos of different Las Almas Cartel activities. Almost all of them were with their "leader" El Sin Nombre. Windows were covered in thick newspaper. No rays of sun comin trought. Making the apartament darker than usual and impossibly seeing without artificial light.

-Staying there with an cigarette in her hand she looked at you then, awkwardly laughing.

-She knew that this special meeting won't end well. Still she hopped that you will ran happily to her and hug her as the old times.

-Closing the door between you, the room became darker as your heart.

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The glory reference lol

Train to Busan best zombie movie

Yes I used Google translate on the Spanish part so it isn't accurate.

[fangirlings-things]

requested by anon || GIF CREDITS: @clintfbarton; @defendingwarrior || WARNINGS: mentions of violence || TAG LIST IS OPEN

They fought like hell. Exchanged hard punches and took the other's blood while at it. At one point, Jack was able to hit Schenkel across the jaw and sent him falling backwards, which gave him time to pull out his gun. Before he could fire though, the other had already kicked him in the legs and ran through the apartament door, disappearing in the night.

In seconds, Jack had already come to you. "Shh, shh, it's going to be ok" he said as he took off the piece of tape that covered your mouth. You were crying, large tears running down your cheeks. He untied your hands from the chair and as soon as they were free Jack pulled you to him and you buried your face on his chest, arms going around his waist.

The relief you felt was too great to be even measured. Schenkel had taken you from the middle of the street as you had gone to get some food for you, Jack and for Greer. He took you to that apartment where he had been hiding, kept you tied up and didn't speak much. You were his leverage, he knew that. He hadn't expected though, for Jack to find you so quickly.

"Hey, hey" Jack held your face between his hands, trying to make you focus on him. He gently cleaned away your unstopping tears. "Did he hurt you?" you just shook your head negatively, and Jack sighted heavily. "Come here" he pulled you close to his chest again and wrapped you in his arms. "You're safe. You're safe" he kept on repeating, as you just appreciated the fact that he was there. He got you. And that's all that mattered.

[glupiypryanik]

TIME TO INFO DUMP YEEEEEEE

@wh00pwh00p , this is for you! Thank you for asking :] We gonna do two posts about two sepparate worlds: one about "communal delirium" and one about "i hate apples" Right now we gonna talk about communal delirium, cause it's not that complex and actually it's just a comedy about everyday life in... communal apartaments, yep Welp, this story about Ara Arenobara (that girlie):

and here littleeeee troubles. Like that one where here mother's soul were merged with a microwave because of one unfortunate incident------ That's happened because one of their neighbor - Koko Nickel (that one woman):

that just FUCKED UP one of her experiments and it affected all floor ( but mostly Arenobara family, because them live in the nearest room to Koko's). So now Ara need to think about how to live by herself now, cause her mother now just a microwave. The problem is that her mother had some floor duties and now she can no longer perform it and Ara to do it all herself Actually, when the accident happened, Ara got an assistant - Benjamin - the ghost of really unlucky electrician, that accidentally possesed that_one microwave earlier

(need to change his desighn a bit tho) Benjamin actually has never planned to be an electrician and learned to be interpreter, but he couldn't get the job. That's how he became an electrician. For a day. and then…… yeah.... he just died and his soul possesed a microwave...what a poor soul But now he is finally free!!!... and Ara forced Benjamin to help her (or she will call an exorcist). Benjamin had no choice and now that two idiots have to deal with the whole floor routine, that is not safe btw and you can die just BY ANYTHING YOU ENCOUNTERED, like we had a mountain of melted dead boddies and some deadly cults (the leader is Ara's bestie btw) and a lot of other things, so good luck to the sillies, yep ohh... it's really long post, so gonna do another one about cast and some details soon----- (sorry for bad English tho, we tried our best to translate it)

[rui-drawsbox]

Mika's new solo sounds like boss music and now I'm imagining that playing when Arashi faces off against him for the pre-redemption battle

-Nazunon

I dont actually go out of my way to listen Enstars songs in my free time but holy fuck that song SLAPS valkirye never ever disappoints

And yesyesyes i fits the pre-redemption battle perfectly, specially if it's used at the end of the episode (as if it was an anime lmao)? All grayish tones and cloudy sky, mabye in an abandoned factory (fabric factory for my prefference) where Mika deceives Arashi into thinking that she has him cornered but plotwist it was the same place where Shu has stored all his mannequins that dont fit inside his apartament so she has to solo all of them until the other Knights come to help and she can finally confront Mika AND I'm out of ideas mabye a they talk while fighting to death, yk like a shonen?

[i-write-sin-not-tragedy]

If you were to describe living arrangements of radiohuskerdustcloud in the host club au, what would it be? Do they share rooms or live separately? Do they share apartament but not the rooms? How would weekend/free day play out in their living space, who frequently cooks and do they have chore rotation, do each or any of them have hobbies to nerd about?

THANKYOUILOVETALKINGABOUTTHEM

Im sorry this ended up being a little rambly/off topic but i got excited skfmekfk

So this au is canon-adjacent! Charlie is still around and trying to help people but hasn't gotten the idea for the hotel yet! Shes good friends with Angel though (played a big part in getting him away from the Vees and Val)

Husk runs a series of Casinos (most of which have hotels in them, as is the norm) and our main foursome live at the main Casino.

Radiohuskerdust technically share a bedroom! One bed that they share— although im putting here my HC that Alastor rarely ever sleeps and isn't the cuddly type so. Where does he go at night? Who the fuck knows lol but once in a while he sleeps there with Angel and Husk.

They have personal spaces as well, though!

They all have "Offices' in their different areas that they run.

Alastors office is just his radio tower, and he very very rarely lets *anyone* inside. (Husk is actually the only one who has gone in. At least the only one to come back out alive lol)

Angel's "office" is really just his dressing room. He runs the clubs for the casinos! And often does shows himself. He didnt fully stop doing porn after leaving the vees (That'll come up in the au actually lmfao) its more so he ONLY does it when he feels like it. He also still does stripping/dancing/escorting. Its just all on his own terms now (i stand firm that Angel genuinely likes sex work! He just has a horrible boss in canon)

Angel also handles the more. Under the table affairs at the Casinos. Look he was in the Mafia when he was alive, the group is putting that skillset to use!

Husks office is probably the most "office" one lol its in the main casino and he handles all the more business-y matters for his franchise there. Hes still a master at mixology! And sometimes slips in as the Bartender at Angels club when he wants away from real work. Plus he gets a nice view of Angels shows lol

Cloud has his own bedroom. Radiohuskerdust use the casinos top floor as their living space, and Cloud is the only employee whos room is on that floor. (Never beating the "sugar-baby" allegations my dude)

Niffty is still here in this au! She is also still the maid lol and does most of the cleaning. She enjoys it (she and Cloud absolutely HATE each other tho and are at war on the daily)

Alastor and Angel both enjoy cooking and do most if not all the cooking when they're in down time (although the guys are still overlords. They definitely have chefs and other staff who handle most of that stuff for the basic daily needs)

Cloud is. A little feral honestly??? Kwkdksk like Alastor immediately was interested in him due to him being shockingly strong for a freshly fallen sinner– he can fight and do it well. Cloud is their glorified errand boy and eventually "errands" includes taking people out.

Free time is really spent however they want! I wouldn't say "weekends" just bc that tends to be when casinos are most active- but they all have break days!

Alastor is. Himself. So his schedule is really his own to do whatever he wants with. Husk takes days off from the casino when he wants to, but prefers to be hands on most of the time.

Angel will straight up hang out in his own club for fun lol and has dragged Cloud with him more than once

Cloud is actually a really good dancer! A fact that will come up eventually in the au lol

[jacksintention]

Concerning the conversation about love and hatred, I've compiled a few of the lines I've saved through these last two years that at times make me think of Jack when it comes to this topic

Estas manos, que son tuyas,

pero que al verte quisieran

quebrar las ramas azules

y el murmullo de tus venas.

¡Te quiero! ¡Te quiero! ¡Aparta!

Que si matarte pudiera,

te pondría una mortaja

con los filos de violetas.

¡Ay, qué lamento, qué fuego

me sube por la cabeza!

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¡Ay qué sinrazón! No quiero

contigo cama ni cena,

y no hay minuto del día

que estar contigo no quiera,

porque me arrastras y voy,

y me dices que me vuelva

y te sigo por el aire

como una brizna de hierba.

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Love has no middle term; either it destroys, or it saves. All human destiny is this dilemma. This dilemma, destruction or salvation, no fate proposes more inexorably than love. Love is life, if it is not death. Cradle; coffin, too. The same sentiment says yes and no in the human heart. Of all the things God has made, the human heart is the one that sheds most light, and alas! most night.

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It is sometimes said that the sword wears out the scabbard. That is my history. My passions have made me live, and my passions have killed me.

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Stronger than lover’s love is lover’s hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.

I adore you, but I hate you too. You’re a prison smothered in flowers. I can’t stand this enchantment anymore, I can’t stand being bewitched like this–when I look at you, my gaze turns to nothing but a mirror of light, I’ll stare at you hypnotized for ages, and when I stop seeing you I’ll feel you, and when I stop feeling you I’ll die.

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Someone tells me: this kind of love is not viable. But how can you evaluate viability? Why is the viable a Good Thing? Why is it better to last than to burn?

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Life is a series of obsessions one must do away with. Aren’t love, death, God, or saintliness interchangeable and circumstantial obsessions?

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she is the only thing of importance, because I have a God-relationship to her.

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it is not she who binds me, but I who have made use of her to bind myself.

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The thought that you exist is so divinely blissful in itself that it is ridiculous to talk about the everyday sadness of separation—a week’s, ten days’—what does it matter? Since my whole life belongs to you.

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What have you done with me? he asks. I have repeated you.

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But I do feel strange-almost unearthly. I’ll never get used to being alive. It’s a mystery. Always startled to find I’ve survived

Walking home, for a moment / you almost believe you could start again. / And an intense love rushes to your heart, / and hope. It's unendurable, unendurable

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I clung to him as though only the one who had inflicted the pain could comfort me for suffering it.

I could be free … If I could pluck out the memory of him from my heart as easily as his heart was plucked from the fire, I could be free.

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I am imprisoned by devotion. I shy away from people. I am alone. I fall into depression.

She was the world That he was losing; and the world he sought Was all a tale for those who had been living, And had not lived. Once even he turned his horse, And would have brought his army back with him To make her free. They should be free together. But the Voice within him said: “You are not free. You have come to the world’s end, and it is best You are not free. Where the Light falls, death falls; And in the darkness comes the Light.

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I miss you like a knife in my throat.

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Only love can save me and love has destroyed me.

Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects?

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My songs are filled with poison - Why shouldn’t that be true? My heart bears a nest of serpents And also, darling, you.

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their love is like hatred

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She did not yet love him enough to be cruel to him.

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our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love

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under the sincere guise of hatred I simply loved […], only in this type of love (repulsion) I loved him with greater strength than had I loved him in the simplest form — attraction.

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Perhaps he was handsome, perhaps I found him attractive, perhaps he repelled me too.

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Struck by the abstract nature of absence; yet it’s so painful, lacerating. Which allows me to understand abstraction somewhat better: it is absence and pain, the pain of absence—perhaps therefore love?

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Eroticism is the brink of the abyss. I’m leaning out over deranged horror (at this point my eyes roll back in my head). The abyss is the foundation of the possible. We’re brought to the edge of the same abyss by uncontrolled laughter or ecstasy. From this comes a “questioning” of everything possible. This is the stage of rupture, of letting go of things, of looking forward to death.

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Love is madness. Doesn’t everyone agree that you’d do anything, endure anything, to be with the ones you love? So either you’re willing to let them use you with any sort of cruelty, so long as they keep you—which makes you a fool—or you’re willing to commit any cruelty, so long as you get to keep them—which makes you a monster. Either way, it’s madness.

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This madness is so deep-rooted and so useful that it is impossible to realize what would become of each of us if it were someday to disappear.

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If I must die of fire, why not let me die of yours: knowing that you are the author of my doom will make it more endurable to me

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His desire for loyalty was naive, he hadn’t understood that being loyal wasn’t so tidy, being loyal means being disloyal to everything else.

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I have always loved you / Always dreaded you

You will betray me, as I have betrayed, / And I shall kiss the hand that does me wrong

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Listen: the way I loved you / was like my palm over a flame.

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If I have the destruction of something that I once loved to carry with me at all times, isn’t it like I still have a companion?

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One can fall in love and still hate.

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and I will kill thee, And love thee after.

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Yet, other characters, namely Heathcliff, Catherine, and Lockwood, remain more actively at war with love in their adult lives. Some force, as inexorable as the wind sweeping over the moors, seems to have bent their lives into a pattern of frustration that their own struggle for relief only aggravates. Their need for love is expressed, not through loving, but through the anguish of loneliness. Paradoxically, though they do not know it, this loneliness is the one condition necessary for the fulfillment of their most profound fantasy concerning perfect love: a love, that is, perfectly protected against the threat of abandonment that in childhood these sufferers learned that love entails.

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I feel you there, in every pore. Your silence clamors in my ears. You can nail up your mouth, cut your tongue out — but you can’t prevent your being there. Can you stop your thoughts? I hear them ticking away like a clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, and I’m certain you hear mine.

Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris? nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

I hate and I love. Why do I do this, perhaps you ask? I do not know, but I feel it happen and it is excruciating.